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Collected by Djian
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | or index
This story contains non-consensual sex .You don't like it? Go away.
By Doorknob (doorknob22@h...)
Nathaniel's Nanny
(Previously published as "The Nanny") (b/F nc)
Chapter 1
"Wow!"
Patricia was staring at the huge garden through the taxi
window. Like an ancient castle it stood on the hill, looming over the small
town below. Tall trees barely peeked behind the redbrick garden walls.
Inside the outer trees wall, amazingly beautiful lawn filled the eye, with
cute little pools specking its green surface.
"Amazing, isn't it?" interrupted the fat taxi driver.
Barely hearing him, Patricia nodded. As if in trance, she took a few steps
toward the gate, and gazed beyond it, almost oblivious to the man.
She simply couldn't tear her eyes off the green garden, the lush trees,
the pools and the large house. Earthy, wholesome scent filled her nostrils
and she inhaled deeply, and laughed, finally turning to pay the driver.
"Are you a relative or something?" asked the driver.
"Me? no! I'm the new nanny! "
She took a few steps towards the remote controlled gate and looked around,
puzzled. It was locked, and there was no handle.
"Excuse me, do you know how do I open the gate?" she asked the driver,
flushing slightly with embarrassment.
"There's an intercom unit to your left, push the button and ask them to open
the gate. I'll stay with you if you'd like."
"Yes, please.." she said as she bent to press the intercom, which was fixed
at a car driver height. The taxi driver gasped with a sudden shock,
as her short plaid skirt rode up her thighs. He slowly walked behind her,
to get a better view.
"Yes ? " came a metallic noise from the box.
"Patricia McNill" she said to the voice in the box.
"Sorry ? Could you speak louder? " the voice said.
"Patricia McNill" she raised her voice "The new nanny."
"Damn that machine. The new what ?"
"NANNY.I'M THE NEW N-A-N-N-Y"
She bent even lower now, so her face was only a few inches from the device.
The driver breathed heavily, as he caught a glimpse of her white panties
under the hem of her dress. Long, black stockings ended inches above her
knees and she wore plain medium-heeled sandals.
"Oh, I'm sorry! Welcome! Please come in!"
The gate buzzed and she pushed it inward. Without turning to look back
she started walking up the road. Hating to loose the fresh memory
of her long legs, black stockings and the hint of her white, panties,
the driver reluctantly stepped into the cab and stared at her departure.
Her tender perfume still filled the car as he watched her ass,
swaying happily under the short skirt as she strode farther away.
* * *
"Nice to meet you, Patricia, Call me Nancy. How was your trip?" said Nancy
Faulton, barely taking her eyes from the portable computer. Ten minutes were
scheduled for Patricia. Ten long minutes out of Nancy Faulton's frantic
schedule.
"Fine. Thanks"
"You see, Patty" the blonde, preserved woman lit herself a thin
cigarettes as she rose from her desk "I need an au-pair because I am always
on the run, always abroad, and Nathaniel, my sweet little angel, simply
refuses to leave home for long periods, so boarding school is out of the
question. He studies at a local school, with an au-pair as a backup tutor.
Your resume' looks good enough. Two years teaching elementary school,
right?"
"Three."
"Never mind. I was told by the agency that you have some personal problem,
and that's why you left teaching, care to tell me about it?"
The young woman blushed : "It's not exactly a problem...I mean it is...
You see : my brother Robert is suffering from a rare heart failure, and he
must undergo a very expensive surgery within 12 months, his wife and me
must come up with 200,000 dollars or else... he has kids, you see..."
she could barely keep the tears in her eyes.
"And I pay generously, I know. You see, Nathaniel is the most important thing
in the world for me. He is my pride and my joy and, being that, I'm going to
pay handsomely for you to take care of him.
I don't know how much the agency takes, but I am willing pay
you up to ten thousand dollars each month, maybe more if he likes you.
That's more than I pay some of my executives, mind you. But before
your head starts to spin, I must warn you, Nathaniel is a very, well...
complicated young person. He is very clever and bright but can be sometimes,
how shall I put it... wicked. I raised him alone since his father
was murdered, and he has turned up to be a very vulnerable child. I spoil him rotten,
and I know it. He can tolerate almost no rejection or discipline and that's
why no other tutor stayed here more than a few months, and lately, it's
getting somewhat worse. But the way I see it, you need me and my money as
much as I need you. Did I make myself clear?"
Patricia nodded, somewhat surprised by the short, frank speech.
"Do you want out? "
"What? I..."
"If you want out, tell me now."
"No, no. I'm in. You were frank with me and I'll be honest with you: Yes,
I'm in this the for the money, but I'm also very good with kids and you can
trust me completely."
"Good. I'll be leaving for Europe in two hours, for two weeks. Before that,
I want you to meet little Nathaniel" saying that , she tapped on her
intercom and sent for him.
Five minutes later, she heard a knock on the door.
"Come in dear" called the mother. The door opened, and a boy entered the
room. He seemed to be little more than twelve, but not much more. His long,
blonde hair fell all the way to his shoulders and she could clearly see why
his mother kept calling him an angel all the time.
The boy looked far from being the horrible beast his mother hinted: In fact
he looked like a cute kid.
"Hi! My name is Patricia" she sent her hand toward him. He shook it
and smiled.
"Patty will be your au-pair and tutor, angel" said Nancy.
"I know, Nancy" said the boy.
"Good. Now why don't you show Patricia her room?"
"O.k. Come Patricia, I'll show you your bed"
He turned and left the office, with Patricia following him. After a few
minutes, they reached a door, and he opened it for her.
"Welcome to your room" he said.
The room was dominated by a large bed. The floor was covered with wooden
tiles and large French windows were set to the east. Nathaniel opened a
small door to the bathroom.
"Here's where you'll wash your body" he said. She thought she saw a
strange look in his eyes, but then something caught her eye. Another
door was set in the opposite wall of the bathroom.
"Where does this door lead to?" she asked him.
"Oh. My room"
"You room? You mean we share the same bathroom?"
"You have to bath me every night. This will make it easier for you."
"WASH YOU? How old are you? "
"I was twelve in June. I have been bathed since I was born. Dad used to
bath me when I was very little, Nancy says. All of my au-pair bathed me and
so will you. Or Nancy will kick your ass."
Patricia was stunned. The child was obviously harder than what she first
figured, but what was it about his father? His mother mentioned that he was
murdered. Maybe that's the only memory the poor boy has from his father. She
had to learn to play by the new rules.
She didn't have much of a choice, either.
"No problem. After we'll drive mom to the airport, I'll give you a nice
bath, o.k.?"
"Yes!" beamed the boy. Again she saw a strange look on his face as he licked
his lips. "Do you mind if I stayed here until we drive Nancy to the
airport? I'm bored!"
"Sure!" she was going to start unpacking, much as she wanted to be alone for
a while, she didn't want to upset him. Not until his mother was away,
anyway. She turned on the T.V for him, expecting him find his favorite show
and give her some privacy, but he didn't even look at it. Instead he just
stared at her examining the room and unpacking. When she opened her small
traveling clothes-box, and started to take them out he said:
"You won't be wearing any of these."
"I beg your pardon ?"
"I already bought you a closet full of clothes. You can throw yours away,
or keep them till you leave, but you're not going to wear them, that's
for sure!"
This was starting to get very strange. Out of curiosity, she opened the
closet :
skimpy little skirts, whorish tiny shorts, belly exposing shirts, long wool
socks. No pantyhose was to be seen. The bras, rather large for an ordinary
woman, would leave her big breasts almost spilling out. It was too much.
She stormed out of the door and started towards Mrs. Faulton's office, with
the boy behind her.
"Wait a second! Please!" he begged, but she wouldn't. Rage clouded her mind
and she almost ran into Nancy's secretary who came down the corridor.
"Are you Patricia McNill?" she asked in a polite voice.
"Yes"
"Mrs. Faulton asked me to hand it to you, as a down payment. Would you like
me to deposit it for you? " with that she handed her an 8000 dollars check.
Again she was shocked. This woman hardly knew her, and already she
was starting give her money. Her mind was starting to cool. This place,
deranged and strange as it appeared, was the only chance for her brother and
his family. They were the only family she had, and if god has chosen
Nathaniel and Nancy as his salvation tools, she was going to make the effort.
"No thanks, I'll deposit it myself" she said as she turned back and went to
her room with sinking feelings.
The trip to the airport was a short one. It seemed to her that both
the boy and his mother went through that drill countless times and were very
casual about it. Mrs. Faulton gave her important telephone numbers of
Nathaniel's school, the house keeper and emergencies. She also gave Patricia
her own cellular phone number "For any emergency". The way back, however was
less pleasant. The strange look crept back to the boy's face as he looked at
her from his seat at the limo. He also licked his lips occasionally. This
was a long day and just wanted to get into bed after taking a shower.
When she was about to open the door to her room he said "I'll call
you when I'm ready."
"Sorry?"
"The bath? You didn't forget, did you?"
"No, of course not...Just call me" she closed the door behind her. Well, how
bad could this get? She just laid back on her bed, awaiting his call, and
started to calculate money and time needed to earn it.
"Patty, I need you!" his voice came behind the door after a few minutes.
Reluctantly, she rose and opened the door to the large bathroom. He was
standing there, fully dressed, looking at her.
"Well, why didn't you undress?" she asked him, irritated. He just shrugged.
"A big boy like you, can't take his clothes off?" she smiled as she started
to remove his shoes. He smiled back.
"That's what all my nannies used to say!" he laughed, a warm, pleasant
boyish laugh. She relaxed and started laughing herself, relieving the
tension she felt. His shoes were down, and she took his trousers off while
looking at his laughing face. When she lowered her eyes, however, her
laughter ceased abruptly. Something enormous filled his underwear. His
penis, was not just overgrown for a boy his age, but it was one of the
largest she ever saw!
"This boy is a freak!" she thought to herself.
"Now you know why I don't want to go to a boarding school" he said quietly,
as if reading her mind "The other boys would call me a monster"
"Oh, nonsense.." she stammered "Never mind that". She took off his pants
and shirt.
"Shower or bath?" she asked him.
"Shower today" he said as he walked into the shower. The expensive looking
taps spat hot water immediately as she opened them. He stood under the water
while she sat beside the shower on a small stool.
"Use this soaping lotion" he pointed at a pink bottle by the side of
the shower. Patricia opened the bottle and applied the lotion to her right
hand. She began to work it into a lather on his ankles, thighs and back.
It had pleasant odor and lathered quickly, turning the boy into a bubble
man within seconds.
"Turn around" she said when his rear was finished.
He turned and faced her. His penis was growing, pulsing bigger with each
second. She blushed, and while trying to ignore it, she applied the lotion
to his shoulders, chest and legs.
"O.k., into the water now!" she tried to fake cheerfulness.
"Didn't you forget something?" he said, looking her in the eyes.
"Like what?" was there any special instruction Mrs. Faulton gave her?
Nathaniel said nothing. Instead he motioned toward his penis.
"You wash that yourself!" she said, barely hiding the disgust in her voice.
"No. You do it." he said calmly. She was torn: By refusing to wash it,
she was making him feel like a freak. And made him angry.
But he could wash that monstrosity himself. Finally, Patricia stood up,
and took a step towards her room.
"You don't really have much choice." he pointed out "So just do it."
Slowly, Patricia stopped, not believing to what was taking place. But the
kid was right: she had no choice. Defeated by the boy for the second time today,
she turned around and returned to the stool. She sent her hand to the pink
bottle when he said :
"Not this bottle, that one" his hand pointed at a blue glass vessel.
"What's the difference? " she asked angrily.
"You'll see. The blue one please."
She opened the glass bottle. The soap wasn't a liquid. It was more like a
jell-o, and much more greasy. She applied some on her hand and reluctantly
massaged the huge penis. Her stomach turned as she felt the huge thing in
her hand. She coated it once, and said:
"Happy now? Now wash it"
"Not yet, go on until I tell you to stop"
"That's it young man, enough is enough, I'm calling your mother right now!"
She stood up, blue goo oozing from her right hand, and started walking
towards her room.
"Better call your brother and his kids as well!" his chilling words struck
her like a
physical blow.
"How...How do you..." her voice trailed off.
"I am the true master of this house. I know every little thing around here.
I heard everything you told my mother, and I know about your brother and
his poor little family, so it's time that you make up your mind. The phone
is to your left, by the way."
She looked at the phone but didn't move.
"Good girl" he gloated "Now come back here, and finished what you started."
"Please..." she turned to him, tears filling her eyes. He just motioned at
the stool and smiled a cruel smile. She felt her body numbing as she sat
down. Again she wrapped her palm around his penis, and started rubbing it
thoroughly.
"Oh yes...That's nice...up and down..." came his voice over her head. She
didn't want to look. She didn't dare imagining what she looked like.
"Faster, you bitch..." he cursed suddenly. Surprised, she raised her tempo,
knowing that he was in control for now. Slurping, wet noises came from his
lathered penis. He started grunting and his breathing grew heavier. How
could she spend a year in this horrible place? What choice did...
Her train of thought was cut when she felt his wet hands grabbing her head,
turning it toward him.
"What the..." she started to protest when hot glob of sperm landed on her
face. Shocked, she tried to turn away, but he was expecting that and held
her head firmly. He grunted as more cum sprayed her face, then let her go.
He threw a towel at her, and sat down, heavily. She just stood there,
sobbing and cleaning her face.
"How I love taking a bath" he said as he shut down the water. The room
was quiet now, except for her sobbing.
"I need a towel, Patty" he said. Still trembling, she took a clean one
and gave it to him.
"I'll dry myself, thanks. Good night!" he said cheerfully as he stepped
into his room, leaving her sobbing alone, one hand covering her face,
the other playing with the little golden cross on her chain.
* * *
The automatic alarm clock went off in six AM. After a short hesitation,
Patricia decided that she didn't want to risk angering Nathaniel, and
picked up a short miniskirt from the closet,
and a matching tight shirt which caused her already large breasts to
look huge. After preparing him breakfast, she went to his room, to wake
him up. She dreaded the moment she'd meet the kid, but he was cheerful
and lively, and gave her no trouble while she woke him up
and dressed him (which was another activity she found to be daunting,
after the previous night).
He kissed her cheek bashfully before sitting to the breakfast table, and
kept chatting about school and computers, as if last night's incident
never happened. After he finished his food, she drove him to school.
Again he kissed her cheek and waved her goodbye, before rushing in to the
class.
This cheerful behavior surprised her almost as his vile actions the
other night did : who was he? A twisted, spoiled monster, or a cute,
cheerful angel? Would he repeat his sick actions? And if he did, what could
she do? Having found no answer, she returned to the house and started her
chores, as she was instructed by Mrs.Faulton. At four PM she got in the car
and brought Nathaniel back from school. She served him a light supper, then
started helping him with his homework. Being a bright student, he needed
almost no help, but demanded that she stayed there nevertheless.
While working, the boy kept talking about school and his friends, but she
paid almost no attention to him and drifted, pondering about her brother,
his
kids and the situation she was in.
"Are you mad at me?" he asked suddenly, snapping her back to reality.
"What? No! No!" she blushed with shame.
"Are you sure?" he said, his lower lips trembling as he tried to avoid
weeping "You're not listening to me at all!"
"I'm sorry. I'm just...troubled, that's all"
"Is it about Robert?" he opened his big, blue eyes "He'll be all
right! You'll see!" Nathaniel promised her earnestly.
Feeling almost overrun by the train of emotions, she suddenly hugged him
tightly. He hugged her back and they remained embraced for a few minutes.
"I guess you're right. Everything is going to be all right" she said
finally "O.k., our work is done, let's go watch a video, than we'll
eat dinner"
"Awright!" he exclaimed.
After dinner, they called Nancy and assured her that everything was fine.
Although she entered the bathroom with sinking feeling, Nathaniel
gave her no hard time in the bathroom, instead he cooperated with her fully.
She tucked him to bed in nine PM, watched some television and went to sleep.
The next two days went uneventful, and she began to wander if the horrible
experience in the shower actually took place. She started to feel that the
shower incident was some sort of test, maybe god's way of testing her, after her
initial ungrateful reluctance. Other than the degrading clothes he insisted she
wore, Nathaniel was cute as a button, and occasionally even helped her with her
daily chores.
It was during supper on the third day of her staying when she accidentally
stumbled and spilled some lemonade on herself and on the floor. Luckily, the
container didn't break, but she was all wet. Her flimsy white shirt became
transparent immediately, and she giggled nervously when she caught
Nathaniel's interested stare at her chest.
"You're all wet" he stated.
"Uh...Yes..." she blushed.
"You should remove your shirt, or you'll catch cold." he licked his lips.
"Yes...I'll just go to my..."
"Here." he said coldly.
"What?" she asked dumbly.
"Remove your shirt here. In front of me"
She just stared at him with disbelief. He wasn't kidding, she realized after
a few seconds. He pulled his chair backward and started caressing his penis
through his pants.
"No way" she tried. He just looked at her. After a few seconds he said :
"You already tried it, remember? Didn't do you much good"
She hesitated a few moments, then, defeated, slowly took her shirt
off, and threw it to the floor.
She looked at the boy, not sure what to do next.
She stood before him in her white bra, which just barely contained her
large breasts. Her nipples were faintly visible through the white
material beneath the lacy design. The boy looked at her for a moment. She
shifted her feet uncomfortably.
"Good. Now turn around."
She slowly rotated her body around so that her back was to him.
Her long blonde hair cascaded down her lovely, unblemished back. Her full
bottom filled her miniskirt.
"Take off your skirt."
Patricia was mortified. She had never been spoken to like this. She
reached up to the left side of her skirt and undid the clasp. Then she
pulled down the zipper and slowly let it slide down her thighs
bringing her ass into view. The flair of her hips was perfect, resulting in
a full, round ass. She let the skirt drop to the floor.
"You've got a nice ass," she heard Nathaniel say behind her.
She waited. Tears welled up again and spilled out down her cheeks.
"Put your shoes back on and turn around."
She stepped back into her medium heels and turned slowly
around to face him. She felt his eyes going up and down her
lithe body. Her face went bright red, as he openly caressed his organ
through the fabric.
"Put your hands on your head and slowly turn around in a full
circle."
She reached her hands up and put them on the top of her head,
exposing her body and pushing her big breasts out. She slowly pivoted on
her left foot and gave him an obscene display. She went all the
way around.
"Well. let's see your tits, bitch."
She closed her eyes for a second in shock and humiliation. After a few long
seconds, she opened them, slowly reached behind her back and grasped
the clasp of her bra. She popped the eyelets free and pulled them
apart across her back and slid the bra straps down off of her shoulders.
She held the bra in front of her for a second before slowly lowering it.
Her big nude tits bounced free. Her tits were big and round, and whiter
than the rest of her skin, with the tan lines were clearly visible. Her big
nipples were placed directly in the center of the large mounds.
"Raise your arms up above your head."
She raised her arms up, causing her tits to stick out obscenely.
"Get me some butter from the fridge, willya?" he asked. The clicks of her
heels echoed in the silent room. Smiling lewdly, he took the butter from
her hand, then popped his hard penis from his pants and smeared butter all
over it. He started pumping it slowly.
"Take your panties off."
She bit her lip and fought back the tears of shame. Her hands went
to her panties. She slowly eased them down her ankles. The blonde hair
of her sex came into view. He kept staring at her while slowly jerking
himself off.
"Kneel on all fours ". She slowly kneeled in the small pool of lemonade.
"Look at the floor. Look how messy it is. Because of you. Now lick it
clean" he ordered.
Patricia felt a flock of butterflies take off in her stomach. Reluctantly,
she lowered her head to the floor and sent out her tongue. Her mind was
blank as the lukewarm lemonade taste filled her mouth, and she was dimly
aware of the gentle metallic clicks as her golden cross touched the floor.
Lemonade turned her golden hair into a soaking, dirty mop as she kept
licking it, tears starting to fill her eyes. Nathaniel got up from his chair
and stood above her, standing directly above her. Being a boy, his balls
hung only an inch above her bowed back. He admired her kneeling, voluptuous
body, naked except for the heels as his strokes became faster. Patricia licked the
lemonade and salt tears mixture, and shivered when she heard the boy's
gasping, hot liquid hitting her bare back and neck. More globs of searing cum hit her
back and she felt his thighs rub against her ribs as he came.
Only after the small shower of cum ceased, she allowed herself to
collapse on the floor, in the middle of the lemonade pool. He rose from
her weeping body and returned to the table.
Unable to find the emotional power to stand, Patricia just
kneeled there until he finished eating and left to finish his homework.
Just before she passed out, Patricia realized that she was defeated, that
the evil boy had power over her brother's life, and therefore, over hers.
* * *
When she woke up, Nathaniel was gone. Her muscles ached from sleeping on
the floor and she was covered with cum, tears and lemonade. Forcing her
numb limbs into reluctant action, she managed to put back her clothes and
cleaned up the mess. Ten minutes later, she dragged herself up the stairs
and into the bathroom. She felt dirty, almost Unholy. Her dirty clothes
needed a laundry. She peeled them off and threw them into the laundry
basket then, with defiance, threw them into the garbage bin. She opened
the faucets and stepped into the large shower. The hot spray was a
masochistic delight, as it ruthlessly pelted the white flesh of her big breasts like
dozens of tiny daggers. The steaming water had an almost magical effect
on her. It seemed to her that it burned the filth away, leaving her body
cleaner with each passing moment. Not wanting to deal with the ordeal she
went through earlier, she pushed it out of her mind, and focused on shower.
The herbal shampoo filled her nostrils with pleasant lilies-like aroma.
She loved the scent so much, that she washed her hair twice each night.
Patricia finished washing her hair, then, partially blinded with
shampoo, sent her hand to the place where she remembered the soap bar.
It wasn't there. cursing softly, she blindly searched the area for the
soap. After a few moments, she assumed she dropped it and bent down to
pick it up.
"Are you looking for this?" she suddenly heard Nathaniel beside her.
She yelped with surprise and instinctively pulled the the shower curtain
around her.
"Aw, come on. I've seen you naked already, remember?" he laughed.
"Wha..what do you want?" she demanded, angered.
"I just wanted to give you the soap" he faked innocence.
He handed her a white, long object. It bore clear resemblance to
a dildo, or a vibrator.
"What is this thing?" she asked, shocked.
"It's a soap. I made it myself from three "Dove" bars"
"I'm not using it" she stated, fear slowly driving her anger out.
Saying nothing, he just looked at her coldly, the soap dildo still in
his offering hand.
"I mean it. I'm not" she tried again, this time with lesser determination.
He kept staring at her, his strange eyes almost drilling holes in
her head. She tried to hold back, to retain dignity just this time,
but after a few moments, tears breaking from her eyes and shoulders
trembling, Patricia weakly lifted her right hand, and took the soap.
"Good girl" he commented softly.
Sobbing, she took the soap and started rubbing it against her chest,
back and legs. "How far would he go this time?" she asked herself,
terrified, as her trembling hands guided the disgusting object all over
her body. Nathaniel sat on the stool and leaned against the wall, staring
at her voluptuous nakedness. She saw him lower his pants and taking
his monstrous dick in his hand again. Starting to recognize the pattern,
she hoped he would come quickly and leave her alone.
Not knowing when to cease, she figured she had to wash herself until
he came. But why was it shaped like that?
"O.k. cunt, on your knees" he grunted after a few minutes.
Her mind filled with horrible realization of his evil intentions, she
wanted to protest, but her fear took control faster.
Her knees buckled under her and she found herself sprawled on the shower
floor, her ass sticking above her body.
"Good" he breathed heavily as he stepped into the shower.
He took the soap and started rubbing it in circles around her groin. She
tried to move, but he quickly grabbed her hair and pinned her weak body
down.
Hot water washed them as he continued circling the soap dildo around her
cunt and asshole.
"You love it, don't you?" he hissed.
She just whimpered weakly.
"Say : "I love it!" or by god, I'll feed you with it" he shouted.
"I love it.." she mumbled.
"Where do you love it?" he asked
Again, a weak whimper.
"Say : "I love it in my whorish cunt" !"
She closed her eyes in total shame. She was on the verge of
passing out.
"Where do you love it?" he asked again, in a louder, threatening voice.
"I... I love it... in... in my whorish cunt" her tears were running freely
down her face, mixing with the hot water.
"Well, since I'm such a swell guy, I'll just give it to you."
She yelped in protest as the slick dildo penetrated her cunt. Her numb
body tried to buck in protest, but she found herself no match for the
lust-obsessed boy's strength, as he pinned her down. He seemed to like
her futile bucking attempts, as he made no sign of stopping her. As she
weakly twisted and turned he rubbed his penis against her thrashing
torso, breathing heavy and fucking her with the soap dildo.
"Please...stop..." she begged, crying.
"Please stop what?" he asked cruelly.
"This...stop it...I'm begging you!"
"I want you to say it, whore! What do you want me stop?" his mouth was
inches from her ears.
"PLEASE STOP FUCKING ME WITH THAT SOAP!" she screamed hysterically.
"Uh...O.k." he said cheerfully as he slowly started taking it out.
Her heart started pounding faster to those words. What was his game? He let
go of her hair and slowly started taking the thing out. Inch by inch,
he was taking it out slowly, until only the tip touched her lips. She
fought a desperate urge to get up and run: she didn't want to provoke
him. Nathaniel moved her face closer to hers, and looked into her tearful
eyes.
"Please..." she whispered.
"O.k." he said.
Nathaniel took the thing out. A sense of relief filled her. It really
was ove...
"JUST KIDDING!" he laughed wildly as he penetrated her again. She screamed
with surprise and pain as the vile dildo caught her off guard, penetrating
her fully with one stroke. His evil surprise, completely took the wind out
of
her. She just laid there, sprawled, with her ass high in the air, letting
him do with her body whatever he wanted to. Sensing no fight in her, he let
go of her head and starting caressing his huge meat shaft.
She tried to ignore the fact that there was a huge soapy dildo fucking her.
She tried not to notice that she was on all fours in a foreign shower.
She tried to block the insane boy who was breathing heavily next to ear,
out of her mind.
But she couldn't. She couldn't when the boy increased his tempo. She
couldn't when he licked her ear. And she still couldn't when he raised her
limp head by the hair, turned her face towards his dick and shot a spray of
cum on face.
More globs hit her face as the boy cursed and jerked. For once, she was
grateful she was in a shower, as the water quickly cleaned her defiled
face. Paying no attention to her, he simply stood up, above her defeated
body and starting washing his hair. When he finished, he started looking
around for a soap.
"I cant find my soap. Do you mind if I borrow yours? " he asked her.
She couldn't believe her ears. That soap was still jammed in her vagina.
"Did you hear me? Is it o.k. if I used your soap?" he asked again.
Suddenly her pathetic whimpers turned into desperate crying as he sent
his hand to the soap and pulled it out of her.
This was pure degradation, total humiliation. What did she do to him
to be treated like this? Why was he doing this to her? Why was she punished?
She was crying loudly, desperately at the hopelessness of her situation,
at the heavy burden on her shoulders and the price she was paying to
preserve the thing which was most important to her in the world: her family.
The boy was whistling happily as he lathered himself, paying almost no
attention to the weeping woman at his feet. When he finished washing,
he turned off the faucets and left, after wishing her good night, leaving
her shivering in the empty shower.
* * *
She locked the door to his room when she finally woke up. After a short
shower, in which she avoided closing her eyes, and kept watching at the
door, Patricia got into bed and closed her eyes.
But sleep wouldn't come. Lewd images of the two mental rapes she suffered
kept haunting her : kneeling naked save for the heel shoes in the
lemonade pool in the kitchen, violated by the monstrous soap dildo
in the shower and most of all, Nathaniel's evil words. Even when she was
able to temporarily put the boy out of her thoughts, her mind would wander
to her sick brother and his vulnerable family who were all depending on
her. She felt like a trapped animal. The only way out for her was to
forsake the people who needed her most. And she couldn't let them down.
Could she?
How far, she thought, would he go? And more important, how far was she
willing to follow?
Could she break out of the trap she was in, and risk not being
able to raise the money she needed so desperately? Could she take such a
risk?
What sacrifice was she ready to make? Her virtue? Her dignity? Her sanity?
She always tried to do the right thing, always feeling there was a higher
force judging people, looking out for them, but she also knew that Nathaniel's
deed were wrong and evil.
In the following hours, she tossed and turned restlessly caught between
tormenting thoughts and terrorizing dreams, until she fell into a dark,
comatose sleep.
* * *
The daily life in the house barely changed in the last two days before
Nancy's arrival. The house's inhabitants' relationship, however, have.
Hurt and angry, Patricia spoke to the boy only when it was necessary.
She didn't respond to his jokes, his stories, and later on, to his threats
and pleadings. She was surprised at the effect her cold attitude had on
the boy: depraved as he was, it seemed to her that he still needed her
approval and affection. In a few short hours she realized she had a new
power in her hands, and she vowed to use it to save her soul.
Determined to retain her dignity or get fired trying, she used her
authority mercilessly, forcing the boy to prepare his homework alone,
go to sleep early, and of course, bath by himself. She even bought herself
a new wardrobe (although she still didn't dare to throw away the clothes
he brought her.). It wasn't without hesitations at first: she was afraid of
the boy's reaction, and didn't want to lose her job. Other people were
depending on her. But that sleepless night she made a decision: she was
determined to cling to her dignity, and after she realized how the boy
needed her affection, felt it would work out. It was difficult at first, but
she got a feeling she was starting to discipline him.
On their way to pick up Nancy from the airport, Patricia tried to figure
out whether she should tell her about her son. Obviously, he had a problem.
But would Nancy believe her? What if the wicked boy came with a story of
his own devious mind? That would get her fired, maybe even charged with
rape. And even if Nancy would believe her, the boy would start some sort
of treatment, and her services wouldn't be needed . She decided to keep her
mouth shut: The past was gone, and she was determined to put him in his
place if he tried his perverted ideas again.
She was surprised when Nancy informed her that unfortunately, she
had to fly again immediately back, not even being able to spend the night
at home. Nancy thanked her "for her wonderful job" and handed her a 5000
dollars bonus. The boy was in love with her, said Nancy.
Patricia's spirits rose a bit when she heard that. Maybe discipline was all
he needed after all. On the way back she started to break the ice,
wishing to return to a healthier relationship with the boy. They ate dinner,
bathed (separately) and went to sleep. Life was starting to look normal
again.
* * *
That night was a stormy summer night. The lightning flashed and the thunder
rolled in great, window rattling blasts as the storm vented its fury on
the surrounding countryside. A thunder crashed and Patricia snuggled
under the blankets. It was almost 3 AM when she suddenly heard strange,
high pitched voice from Nathaniel's room between two thunders.
As she listened carefully, she realized Nathaniel was crying. The poor
boy! She hesitated a few minutes, then got out of bed and opened the door
to his room: He still was a little boy, and he was alone and afraid.
Nathaniel covered himself with blankets, shivering and weeping.
"What's wrong, honey?" she asked him softly.
He didn't reply, just sobbed some more.
"Are you afraid?"
Not a word. She tried talking to him some more, but wouldn't cooperate.
Finally, she gave up.
"Want to come to sleep with me?"
He nodded slowly.
"Come" she took his hand.
In the darkness, she couldn't see him lick his lips. She went into bed and
made some room for him as well. Then she kissed the boy, wished him good
night, turned her back to him and shut down the light. Immediately, she fell
asleep.
Patricia slept soundly and strange dreams filled her sleeping mind.
She was a teen again and her boyfriend was trying to feel her breasts. His
hand was almost on her bra covered mound. She could feel his manhood as it
pressed against her ass. He was hard.
She woke up when she felt his tongue in her ear. Nathaniel was above her,
his long tongue sticking out and he was naked. It was her turn to surprise him:
Her knee met his stomach forcefully and he keeled over, the air taken out of
his lungs. Without hesitating, she grabbed him by the ear and forced him to
his room.
"That's it! I quit!" she screamed at him "I don't care about your mother
or her stinking money! Tomorrow morning I'm out of here!"
She slammed the door and locked it. That boy was a psychopath, and she
had to quit while she was able. Unable to sleep, she packed her
things and paced around the room. After about an hour, guilt started
filling her. She was abandoning her family. She was dooming her brother,
his wife and their sweet five years old twins. But what option did she
have? What was the boy going to do next? Confused, she kneeled by the bed
and
prayed for courage, then she got into bed, and fell asleep .
When she woke up, she was determined again. This time it was final.
Not bothering to wake Nathaniel up, she fixed herself a light
breakfast and phoned the taxi company. The clerk informed her that a
taxi was already on the way to the house, and suggested that she took it
on the way back. This surprised her a little, but she only smiled to
herself, seeing it as a sign from above. With a light heart, she opened the door, and
started down the door.
When she reached the gate, the taxi wasn't there, but after a few moments,
she heard a car and then it appeared. It wasn't empty. Her heart sank when she
recognized its passengers : it was her brother's wife, Sharon, and her twin
daughters.
Sharon stepped out of the car and immediately started crying.
Patricia said nothing and hugged her, waiting for her kin to settle down.
The twins, not knowing what was the crying all about, started crying as well as
they hugged their mommy's legs.
When she finally gained her senses Sharon said :
"It's getting worse. The doctors say he has only six months left. We need
the money by then. Patricia, what are we going to do?"
She started sobbing silently again as Patricia hugged her once more.
"What are you doing here?" she asked "Surely you could have told me that
by phone?"
"I called you last night and the boy answered the phone. He asked what's
wrong and I told him. He said his mother was paying you a lot of money
but you want to leave because he is spoiled. Then he said that since it's
an emergency, he could ask his mother to raise your salary if you stayed.
I don't know how awful can one little boy be, but please stay! I'm
begging you!"
Patricia lowered her head in despair. Her eyes met the sad eyes of the
twins. She was doomed.
Faking an encouraging smile she said : "All right. I'll do it. Don't
worry Sharon, everything is going to be all right. I will get the money.
Everything is going to be fine. Do you want to come inside and rest awhile?"
"No, I can't, honey. I must go back to Robert. But maybe..."
"Maybe what?"
"Maybe the twins could stay here, just for a while"
Patricia thought of the young twins and the pervert boy, and shuddered.
"Sorry Sharon, but taking care of this...spoiled boy is hard enough. I
really am sorry."
"Don't be. It's alright. We must be going now" Sharon pointed at the
restless driver "Take care now!"
Patricia hugged and kissed her and the girls. They waived her as the taxi
took off. She hesitated for a moment, then, with a sinking feeling, started
climbing up the road again. Her legs felt heavy and her mouth went dry when
she opened the door.
Nathaniel was waiting for her in the living room, gloating. He
was sitting in the huge leather armchair, which she knew belonged to his
late father, and held a glass of scotch in his right hand. He wore only
a silk robe and a pair of expensive-looking slippers she never saw before.
"Welcome back, Patricia " he said in fake cheerfulness "How's your brother?"
"Fine. Thanks." she stammered as she started to turn away and go to her
room.
"No so fast." he said, raising his voice a little.
She stopped.
"I hear he's not doing so well. I hear you need more money. Is it true?"
She nodded slowly.
"Good." he said obviously satisfied "These cloths look boring and old! What
happened to the cool ones I sent you? Never mind. Go to your room and change
back to the way you should look if you want to keep your job."
Patricia started to protest, then stopped, realizing she had no choice. She
turned and started to leave when he added :
"And one more thing. Bring down all those horrible cloths you bought when
you return. Oh...and paint your lips pink."
She returned ten minutes later, wearing tight lilac shorts and
a tiny button shirt. Her hands were filled with all the new cloths she
bought, most of them still with the price tags on them.
"Good. Now kindly throw them in the fireplace."
"What? " She didn't believe her ears.
"NOW!" he screamed.
She took the pile and threw it in the red brick fireplace.
"Now spray some gasoline on it" he motioned at the small plastic bottle
which stood nearby.
Her hands shaked as she complied, soaking the pile with gasoline.
"Burn it."
She lit a match, but it fell from her trembling hands. Then she lit another.
The third one didn't fall. She threw it in and it immediately caught,
burning her cloths and with them her hope of breaking free. They watched
the fire until it was gone, leaving only a small pile of burning ashes.
"So long for this ugly outfit. Now get on your knees."
She didn't bother to resist. The battle was lost anyway.
"Crawl here, whore" he ordered.
She crawled on the heavy carpet, until she reached between her legs. He
slowly opened his silk robe: underneath it, he was naked. His big penis
was already erect.
"Suck it, whore"
Patricia obeyed, having no choice at all. She closed her pink lips around it
and sucked on it, hating the salty taste but helpless to do anything but the
commands of the boy. Her tongue moved tentatively against the bottom of
his cock, leaving a hot, wet trail on it.
As his breath coming in short pants, Nathaniel began to force her head up
and down on his prick, forcing her to bob up and down on him.
He was cautious at first about how much of his cock he put into her mouth,
but as he got more excited, he started ramming more and more of it into her,
going for the back of her mouth.
Patricia became more and more frightened as he raped her mouth.
She put her hands on the arms of the chair, trying to get some leverage to
prevent him from forcing himself too deeply
into her mouth, but because of her mental state, she was much weaker than
him, and couldn't get the leverage she needed. He began to force his big,
hard cock into his tutor's throat.
She choked and gagged, her hands coming up to try to free herself...he
merely laughed, and kept throat-fucking her. Her eyes bugged out, and she
nearly threw up, but just as it became unbearable to her, he
came with almost painful jets, shooting a copious load of jism right down
her throat. Then he pulled his cock completely out of her mouth and
pushed her hard, sending her over onto her back on the floor, where
she lay choking and panting for several minutes, thick cum covering her
neck, breasts and the little golden cross between them. Nathaniel just sank
back, gasping. Patricia was recovering, kneeling on the floor and shivering.
"Good girl" he rasped finally "Things are going to be different from now
on, if you want the job, that is."
* * *
And thing WERE different in the following four weeks. Powerless to control
the boy, Patricia realized she had no choice but to play the game by his
rules. She started to believe that the boy was suffering from a form of
mild schizophrenia. The daily routine of breakfast, school, homework,
leisure time, dinner and shower was taking place regularly, with the boy
giving her almost no trouble at all: most of the time, he was funny, smart
and sometime even generous and kind. He actually convinced his mother to
raise her salary, which was now 20,000 dollars a month, encouraged
her when she was depressed about her brother, and helped her with her
daily chores.
In his spare time, they watched videos, went to the zoo and played
football in the huge lawn, sometimes with some friends from school. But his
darker side was rearing its ugly head from time to time.
He didn't allow her to wear normal clothing. More than once he forced
her to wake him up by sucking his penis and ordered her to clean it with
her hair, jerk him off while they were watching a movie together,
masturbate in front of him, coat his penis with hot maple sauce and having
her lick it, scrub the floors on all fours, wearing a miniskirt and no
panties with him masturbating behind her, or, his latest discovery, pour
olive oil on her chest, mesh her tits together and let him fuck her big
bare breasts.
But she gradually learnt to block it out. She stopped crying and begging
when she realized it was hopeless: if Nathaniel wanted her, he took her.
From time to time, she was simply going through the motions when he felt
like abusing her. Hating to get hit by his cum in her eyes, she even bought
a pair of glasses which she wore when he was starting to lust after her.
But she also drew a line: she wouldn't let him actually fuck her or put his
fingers inside her. Somehow, she felt it was her last shred of dignity, her
last barrier before she became a common whore, fucking for money. And it
wasn't as if he didn't try: He tried penetrating her while they jokingly
wrestled on the grass during a ball game. He tried to sneak on her while
she washing the dishes. He even tried to take her while she was asleep.
But she turned him down each time. Graceful but determined, Patricia
did not allow him to fuck her. She refused his money offerings and did not
scare at his threats. Politely and humorously, she refused to let the boy
cross this line. Defeated time after time, he was sulking at first, but soon
realized that since there was nothing to be done, he'd better take what he
could take. Realizing that his mother's money wasn't going to help him this
time, he started devising another plan to posses her completely.
It was during a quiet dinner when he suddenly asked her:
"Patricia ?"
"What, honey?"
"If you work here about six weeks, and you make about 20,000 dollars a
month, you'll only be making about 120,000 until the six months period
is over. You'll still be about 80,000 short. Will Sharon be able to raise
that money by then?"
Patricia felt icy fingers clutching her heart. Why didn't she think of it
before? Maybe if she could get another raise...
"I'm afraid Nancy won't raise your salary any more. It was almost impossible
for me to convince her to raise it so high. She'll never raise it again."
She knew he was right. Nancy was a loving mother, but she was also a cold
business woman. She was outside his room when he spoke to his mother on the
phone, trying to convince her to raise Patricia's salary. He was crying,
and begging and once even hinted at suicide. It took him almost 30 minutes
to convince Nancy, but Paricia doubted whether he could do it again.
"Yes..I..I didn't think about it. No. Sharon could never come up with the
money...I don't know what to do..." she was on the verge of crying,
realizing that all her efforts, all the torment she was going through,
might become futile.
"If only that rich bitch would raise your salary...I must help you!" He
said with a heated voice.
"Nathaniel, don't talk about your mother like that!" she said sternly.
"No! Its true! She has so much jewelry upstairs! She'll never know if..."
"NATHANIEL!" she shouted at him "I don't want to hear that talk! I'm not
a thief! And so are you!"
Her words, and their tone hurt him deeply. His face paled, and he lowered
his head.
"There, there" she comforted him "Everything is going to be all right"
She sat next to him and caressed his hair.
"I'm sorry I raised my voice. But I'm not going to take anything that's
not belonging to me. I know you meant well, but stealing is not the way."
His head bowed, she couldn't see the smile spreading on his face. The
seeds have been sown.
* * *
It seemed to her that her previous ordeals were nothing compared to what
she was going through in the next week. Cleaning Nancy's bedroom became a
torment as she struggled to avoid looking at the jewelry boxes. She even
ceased dusting them. Complex calculations were filling her mind from dusk
to dawn and in her dreams as well, but the results were all the same: if
no drastic solution was to be found, she couldn't come up with the 200,000
needed to save her brother. All her efforts, the degradation and humiliation
she was going through would be in vain. She almost stopped eating as she
wrestled with the dilemma, passing the days in a trance-like state and
tossing in her bed at nights while desperately trying to work a way out. And from
day to day, the temptation to go into Nancy's bedroom and open one of the
jewelry boxes was harder. Just to peek.
The only upside of the situation, she thought, was that Nathaniel
ceased abusing her for now. But she knew it was a temporary situation. He
kept hinting at those jewels. "Each one was worth a fortune" he kept telling
her "Nancy's will never notice if one or two were gone. She never wears
them!"
If it wasn't for her daily routines and chores, she would have gone
insane, but she hung up to them like a machine, going through the day like a
robot. She didn't want to steal anything. She never did. But having gone so
far, she would hate herself if failed. And there was another thing: Robert's
situation was a delicate one. His state has degraded once, limiting the time
she had from twelve to six months. But it could degrade again. And then
what?
Maybe she was meant to take them, after all? Maybe she was sinning by
refusing god's gift to her?
Her private hell lasted for six days. Each day it was harder for her to
resist opening the jewelry boxes. Each day she felt they were beaconing to
her whenever she was, whatever she was doing.
Until she could take it no longer.
It was a sunny morning and Patricia just returned from driving Nathaniel to
school. As she opened the door, a cold feeling filled her heart: she was
going to steal some of them. She quickly went upstairs, opened each of the
five boxes and picked five articles in random, without bothering to really
look at them. Then she went back to her car and, trembling with fear and
desperation, drove downtown until she reached a pawn-shop. The fat keeper
licked his lips as he saw her, dressed in one of Nathaniel's outfits.
Today she wore high platform sandals and a skimpy summer dress with a
deep cleavage.
"Morning, sweet thing" he said, eyeing her profoundly.
"Morning" she stammered. Without saying a word, she approached the counter
and spilled the jewelry on it. Upon looking at the jewels, the keeper's
eyes almost burst out of their sockets.
immediately he went to the door and put a "closed" sign. Then he locked
the shop and examined them closely. After a few minutes he let out a
whistle.
"Honey, I can give you 60 grand for these rocks" he shifted his weight
from side to side, knowing that he was screwing her with the insulting
offer.
"O.k." she croaked "Where is the money?"
"I need to see their proof of purchase first" he said, knowing that she
didn't have any, and starting figure how to take advantage of it.
"I..I don't have it on me..." she lied terribly.
"WHAT?" he faked a shock "They might be stolen! I must call the police!"
He made a motion toward the phone when she begged :
"No! please don't call the police...Look, I'll just take them and leave,
O.k. ?"
"Sorry...I'm an honest citizen. If I suspect that these rocks are hot, I
must report that. I must report that a young woman came to the shop today
driving a white convertible with a license plate "dge4ui". If I don't
report, my conscience will kill me." slowly, he was grinding his penis
at the counter and his heart was beating fast. He was going to get her.
"Please...Can't I just leave?" she begged.
"Not unless you can make it up to my conscience.." he wept the sweat from
his brow.
"What do you mean?"
He reached behind him and pulled a used blue pair of knee caps from one
of the shelves . They used to belong to one of the kids in the block.
Then he handed them to her.
"Put these on" he ordered.
"What?"
"NOW! or I'm calling the cops, you whore"
Butterflies filled her stomach. It was going to happen again. Someone
was going to abuse her again. But this vile man could turn her
to the cops. Patricia didn't have much of a choice. She sank to her
padded knees and closed her eyes.
The keeper came from behind the counter and caressed her cheek. He
saw tear rolling from her left eye and caught it with his finger, then
tasted it. The salty tear tasted like an old wine to him. It had a taste
of power. An aroma of lust.
"Open your mouth" he said softly. She obeyed. He put his big dick in
her hot mouth.
"Suck it"
Her stomach tightened nauseously as she tasted the salty
tanginess of his prick crammed against her quivering lips.
The burning knot of nausea in her stomach
grew larger and threatened to make her violently sick, but she
fought it bravely, determined not to add to her humiliation.
Tears of abject degradation and helpless surrender streamed down
her flushed cheeks as she realized she was about to be forced to
do this lurid act with a total stranger; with Nathaniel, it was
so despicable. But with this awful, filthy man it became an act of
total debasement, beyond anything she would have dreamed possible.
"You know what to do with it, baby," growled the man, gripping
her shoulder-length blond hair tightly between the fingers of
both his hands and twisting until her mouth opened in searing
pain. "Suck it, cunt! Suck it! Suck it real good, and use that
sweet little tongue of yours to clean it nice and slick."
Paricia tried to beg one last time for mercy, but when her lips
parted, his bulky cock was quickly shoved between them, filling
her mouth with its fleshy length. He rammed it forward with
a sudden snap of his pelvis, and her cheeks hollowed to
accommodate its full size as it began to swell and harden quickly
in the warm, wet confines of her mouth.
"Lick it , bitch!" he ordered, "Lick it till it's nice
and hard. And if you're real good, you'll get an extra treat."
She glanced up at him with soulful, pleading brown eyes, but the
menacing smirk streaked across his face told her there was no hope
left.
Instinctively, she tried to keep her tongue from touching his
obscene member, but she found it impossible as the thick shaft
continued to swell in the warm moistness of her mouth.
His fingers tightened once again in her thick hair. "Lick
it, I told you! Lick it real nice!"
Timidly, Patricia touched her tongue to the throbbing
head of his fleshy cock, afraid of what response it might bring.
She sickened at the mere thought of his hot, seething semen
emptying into her throat--she tried to keep those thoughts out of
her mind.
Filled with hot blood, the swollen rod grew even larger as
her tongue reluctantly caressed the thick length of his prick,
swirling it in the warm juices of her mouth.
As it seemed to grow ever longer and thicker, she was
suddenly terribly frightened.
The keeper fucked her face for several minutes,
penetrating each time just enough to make her feel like she was
going choke, and then withdrew. The shop was filled with wet sucking
sounds as he fucked her face. He didn't allow her to hold him,
grabbing her head in his palms instead.
Without a hint of warning, the man suddenly pulled his long,
heavy prick from Patricia's ovaled lips with a quick jerk of his
loins. she looked up at her captor with wide-eyed wonderment as
his long shaft slipped from between her moist, clasping lips in a
gleaming, hard length that amazed her when she saw how much her
mouth had been able to contain.
"Surprised, bitch?" sneered the man, holding his huge cock in
his left hand so that the distended tip brushed her lips. Then a
salty taste filled her mouth as he pumped her full of cum. Gobs of
it landed in her hair and forehead, causing her to flinch. He
collapsed on a nearby chair and breathed heavily for a few minutes,
then said:
"Wait here and I'll get you the money, sweet thing. You see, I'm not that
bad."
He returned almost an hour later with a brown paper bag and handed
it to her. She opened the bag and saw large amount of bills inside.
"Don't bother counting, it's all there" he assured her.
Hating to stay another minute in the shop she rose to her feet and went
to the door. He escorted her to the door and opened it.
"Half of the stuff here is stolen. Did you really think I'd call the
cops?" he laughed.
She didn't answer, just got into the car and drove. The did was done.
After making a deposit, she drove back to the house with a lighter heart.
With the 50,000, her salary and some luck, Robert's chances looked better.
She got home and starting her remaining routines, whistling
and singing. Nathaniel immediately sensed her change in the mood but
said nothing. She was glad he ignored it because she didn't want to
lie to him on one hand, but she definitely didn't want to tell him the
truth, either. For the first time in the last week, they just chatted
all the way home.
It came as no surprise to her that Nathaniel had severe social problems.
It seems that the only friends he did have, only allowed him to tag along
because of his cool toys and his money. They were older than him and
she really hated the rare occasions they visited the house: it seemed
to her that they always stared at her ass and tits, which were rather hard
to conceal, of course, given the whorish cloths she was wearing. Today he
told her how they allowed him to sit with them during a whole lunch time if
he invited them next week, and she sighed when he told her he agreed.
After fixing him a light supper, they made homework together. Her heart
lighter now, she was the one who did most of the talking, he just nodded
from time to time, occasionally licking his lips. Slowly she realized
that something was up: he was the one who usually chattered.
But having learnt to fear the troubled youth, she had no desire to call the
bear out of the woods and decided to wait and see.
After about an hour, he finished and they went to the couch to watch a
VCR. It was a small tradition they started, that he'd bring a movie each
day from the store near his school and they'd watch it together. She
brought root beers and fresh popcorn for them as he handled the machine.
"Well, what are we watching tonight?" she asked.
"Something special" he replied as he sat.
"Ooh! Interesting!"
The tape started, interestingly enough, without any commercial and it had
no sound. In black and white, it showed a room, which looked vaguely
familiar to Patricia. Nothing happened.
"What is this crap?" she asked "Give me some action, kid.."
"You'll have your action all right, just wait" he answered, his voice
suddenly strange and mocking.
Suddenly, cold numbness started filling her body, chilling her heart: a
figure entered the room. It was her. She watched herself open several
jewelry boxes, taking several articles and leave quickly.
He set her up!
He planned the whole thing. Her heart pounding wildly, she sank back
with despair, as Nathaniel leaned toward her and whispered in her ear.
"It is needless to say that I have another copy which I will hand the
police if you don't do exactly as I say. You see, it's not only about
letting your brother die anymore, it's about going to jail as well,
Kapish?"
She nodded weakly.
"I want you to know that I own you now. You are my slave, my whore, and
I will FUCK you whenever I please. I will FUCK you in your mouth, I
will FUCK you in you cunt, I will FUCK you standing, bending, kneeling,
crawling, pleading, cursing or struggling.
Am I making myself clear now?"
Again, a weak nod.
"Very good. You know, Nancy doesn't have many rules around this house,
but she never allowed me any pets, and I always wanted a puppy. Well,
your'e my pet now. My bitch if you like. Here bitch, wear this"
He handed her a spiked dog-collar. She just stared at it dumbly.
"Go on, wear it!" he urged her.
With trembling fingers, she put it on.
"You will NEVER take it off inside the house. You will sleep with it,
shower with it and eat with it. If I catch you without it you'll be
punished."
He paused and stared at her beautiful face, now streaming with tears. He
licked her ear once, then continued.
"Now you must be wondering when will I FUCK you. Well, this is the fun
part: it's a surprise. And since it's a surprise, I can't tell you when,
but I can tell you this: You won't see it coming. Expect me when you least
expect me. Maybe when you shower? When your'e asleep? On the phone with
Nancy? Who knows? But I am coming for you. And I will fuck you.
And fuck you good.
Good night, I'll take a shower myself, thank you."
She remained sitting alone on the couch, pondering. At first, she
felt almost no fear or despair, just pity for Nathaniel. The poor boy was
mentally ill, she was certain. Schizophrenic for sure. Maybe even another
illness. The trauma of a murdered father, growing up almost alone in this
big house with no mother to guide him has obviously affected him. She has seen
insane kids before and always thought it was the saddest thing on earth. But
this maniac held the key to her freedom.
The key to her brother's life. She could no longer even delude herself that
she could quit here and find another job. She couldn't leave.
Nathaniel owned her.
***
Patricia lived in fear. Cold, ever-present fear that filled her from the
moment she woke up in the morning, through the day and even during the night. Even
when Nathaniel was not at home, the dog collar she wore, reminded her that
he owned her, but when he was, it was pure torment: like he threatened her, he
didn't violate her at the first opportunity. Instead, he'd terrorize her
whenever he could. When she came to wake him up one morning, he ordered her to lie
on the bed, and when she did, he laid on top of her, his obvious erection
pressing against her vulva. She stared at him with fear, but just smiled and
caressed her hair. "Not yet." he whispered in her ear, before letting her
go.
Another time, after she drove him from school, he ordered her to bend over
the hood of the car once they were in the garage, lowered her shorts and
panties and took out his penis, slowly jerking it inches from her mound. Again, he let
her endure long, fearful moments before he said "Not yet, Patty...". She didn't know
why he tormented her like that, but the tension was straining her already worn
nerves.
When she awoke one night, and found him naked in her bed, leering at her,
she just whispered : "Please, Nathaniel. Do it already. I can't take this
tension any longer.". The boy just grinned again, kissed her cheek and said :
"Good night."
"Hey, sweet-thing!"
Nathaniel pinched her ass under the short, peach skirt as she was bent over
the laundry basket. He had a way of sneaking up on her, scaring the living
daylights out of her. Patricia yelped with pain and surprise, and turned to face him.
"W-what do you want?" she asked, her voice trembling.
The boy said nothing: he slowly sent his hand to her groin. She felt the
small palm between her thighs, sneaking under her skirt, and gasped when the
little fingers touched her hairy mound. He started to caress it with one hand,
his other hugging her tenderly, almost compassionately, and peacefully
rested his blond head on her big breast. She bit her lip and gasped when his
fingers penetrated her most private part, closing her eyes in shame as he started
violating her. Patricia's face suddenly blushed with shame as she felt her
juices stating to flow, instinctively protecting her body against invasion. It was
obvious that the boy was aroused as well: his freakish erection was rubbing her
flesh several inches over her knee. Suddenly Nathaniel took out his invading
fingers and sniffed them curiously.
"Yuck." he said "It's time to move on".
Then his hand returned to her groin, but instead of violating her again, he
lowered her now-wet panties to her ankles.
"Why did you do that?" she asked dumbly, terrified of the answer.
"Do you really have to ask that?" he grinned "Lie down on the floor."
Her heart grew suddenly cold: it was time. The boy was going to take her.
"Here?" she asked with a little, squeaking voice. The boy just nodded.
Patricia laid down on a pile of dirty clothes and closed her eyes.
"Open your eyes." he ordered.
She opened her eyes and her heart sank again at the sight of the boy,
standing between her defenseless, spread legs, his naked monstrosity jutting forward.
Naked erection.
It suddenly dawned on her that on top of everything she could get pregnant,
as her faith didn't allow her to use the pill.
Her mind screamed, but all she could do was to stare at him, like a rabbit
caught in the blinding lights of a screaming truck.
Then she fainted.
* * *
When she woke up, she was alone. With trembling fingers, she reached for
her vagina, fearing that the boy raped her when she passed out. She calmed
down a little when she found no evidence of him defiling her.
Yet.
The house was quiet. A short tour in the rooms told her that he has gone to
school, probably to by cab, as he has done on several occasions before. Her
thoughts return to the laundry room, and the boy's unprotected penis. She
was trapped: her faith prevented her from using pills but she was terrified
of getting pregnant. Patricia wasn't a virgin, but she only slept with a man
twice, and on both occasions she hinted her partner that he should use
condoms.
Obviously she couldn't ask Nathaniel for that. Could she?
* * *
Nathaniel returned in the afternoon. His mood was light and lively again,
but this time she couldn't match her mood to his. He approached her
happily, kissed her on her cheek, and said:
"Hi Patty"
"Hi." she replied, her voice strange in her ears "How was your day in
school?"
"OK, I guess." he replied offhand. "Patty, what is AIDS?"
The question took her by surprise, and she almost choked.
"What?"
"What's AIDS? Rakim and the boys told me that it kills you if it gets
you. Is that true?"
"Well, yes." she replied, still shocked.
"But what is it?"
"It's a virus, Nathaniel. A lethal virus."
"And I can get it in toilet and when I play with myself , right?"
"No! That's nonsense!" without thinking, she became a teacher again "You
can only get it by mixing infected blood with healthy blood. Such as
when.." her voice suddenly trailed off.
"When what?" he insisted.
"Never mind." she mumbled again, her face blushing with embarrassment.
"Patty!" he whined.
"Such as when having sex."
"Oh." he said, straining to put all the jigsaw puzzle pieces he now had,
into place.
Patricia resumed cooking, busying herself with the pie.
"So how do condoms fit in?" he said after a few minutes.
"Condoms?" she said again, surprised.
"Yes. They are connected, right?"
"Yes, they are. If you wear them, your'e less likely to get AIDS."
"All the time? Like Michael Jackson's oxygen tent?"
Patricia laughed at the image of people walking around for hours
wearing condoms, but turned serious when she realized she was
going to explain it further for him.
"No, only when your'e having sex." she said.
"So, you wear a condom before having sex so your blood won't mix
with the other person's blood, and you won't get AIDS, right?" he asked
proudly, glad to figure it out.
"Yes, Nathaniel." she said "That's correct."
"Show me." His voice was thicker this time and she knew what it meant: it
was futile to resist him when he was like that, but she instinctively tried.
"Show you what?" she asked.
"How do you wear it."
"After dinner, OK?"
"Now. Show me how to wear a condom now!" he raised his voice. He drew a
condom out of his pocket, and put it on the table.
"I bought several condoms at the machine in the mall. Now what do I do?"
"Well, you have to be hard." she tried to smile, but failed.
"Then blow me." he said simply "I want to see how to wear it."
There was no lust or malice in his voice : weird and depraved as he was,
she knew it was pure curiosity that drove him now. Not wishing to anger
him, she turned off the stove, and dropped to her knees between his legs.
Her fingers were already trained in unzipping him, and her wet lips were
wrapped around his erecting penis in seconds, drawing a small gasp of
pleasure from him. A few licks and suction motions later, she felt him
filling her mouth, his young meat throbbing. He gasped again, this time
with disappointment, when she removed her mouth from his penis,
and opened the condom wrapper.
Patricia eyed the little diagram, and rolled the transparent rubber over his
erection, forcing giggles out him in the process.
"Hey, that tickles!" he laughed and squirmed.
"Knock it off, big boy, stop moving!" she joined his laughter, her weeks in
the strange house turning her almost oblivious to the surreal situation they
were in.
"There you go." she said when he was covered "That's the way you wear a
condom. When they teach you about condom in school, you can tell the teacher
you already know all about them..."
Nathaniel touched his rubber covered penis with fascination, studying it.
When his erection started to subside, he jerked it full, until the condom was
tight and shiny again. Patricia slowly rose from her kneeling position and returned to
the stove.
The pie was almost done, but she wanted to add more carrots, and some
cheese.
"Take off your panties and bend over the table" his chilling words came
after a few minutes "I will fuck you now."
Strange sense of relief filled her when she heard those words. The tension
of his continual cat-and-mouse game was going to be over, and she thanked
god for his fascination with condoms, which relatively assured her she would
not get pregnant. Without a word, she went to the table, lowered her
panties, bent over and spread her legs apart, leaving him room. There was a
considerable height difference between them, so Nathaniel dragged a stool, positioned it
between her ankles, and stood on it.
A sudden pain from her anus warned of her the perils of having sex with
partners possessing little knowledge of female anatomy.
"Wait!" she wailed in pain, as the eager boy forced his way into her anus.
"What?" he asked, surprised by her scream "What happed?"
"Y-o-u a-r-e i-n t-h-e w-r-o-n-g h-o-l-e! Take it out!" she panted.
"Oops.." the boy said, obviously embarrassed "You mean I'm in your...?"
"Yes, in your'e killing me with that monster!" cold sweat filled her
strained face as her nails scratched the wooden table.
"Sorry.." he said, finally taking his penis out "I was too excited.."
"Allow me." she said.
Patricia sent her hand to his tool, surprised again at the size of it. She
guided it slowly into her snatch, and again gasped with discomfort as the huge meat
prong strained her delicate flesh.
"G-o s-l-o-w!" she hissed, her muscles desperately trying to accommodate
the invader, but Nathaniel was ecstatic: he had never felt such a feeling in
his whole young life. Neither his own hand, nor hers, her mouth or her breasts
could engulf him the way her tight pussy did. The dark side of him was also
delighted at her discomfort, and her nervous, uncontrollable legs spasms and
tightly clenched fists filled him with unholy joy.
"Please, Nathaniel, slow down!" she cried, tears filling her eyes, but the
boy just kept pounding into her voluptuous, sweating body, addicted to the
amazing sensations coming from his rubber-covered monster. He stood on his
tiptoes and sent his hands until he reached her pendulous breasts, and
started to maul them as if he was playing with play-dough, his small body stretched
over her writhing frame. Neither suffering from older men's pride, nor
blessed with their endurance, he gasped suddenly and spasmed several times, pumping
semen into the rubber. After his breathing has resumed a little, stepped
down from the stool with trembling knees, and sat on a nearby chair, smiling with
pride.
"Well, did you like it?" he beamed with pride "That was awesome!"
At this Patricia started to cry again : Nathaniel Faulton was a spoiled rich
child, who always got what he wanted, and in his eyes, she was simply his latest
toy : the coolest yet, and the most exciting by far.
"Why are you crying? I thought you enjoyed it too!" he said. She didn't
reply.
Salty mist covered her eyes, and she found a towel to clean her face, trying
to stop the tears.
"Oh, whatever." he sighed " I still think it was pretty cool. Wait till I
tell the guys about it."
