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Taming Their Babysitter
(MF/f, nc, humil, D/s)
By William Drake
"William Drake" <mast_1945@hotmail.com>
"Please, Cheryl. Just one more story. Pretty please."
Cheryl Tompkins looked down at the four year old. She looked so
sweet ... so innocent. She was actually tempted, but the contrary option
was even more tempting.
"No, dear," she said softly. "We're already ten minutes past when
I told your parents you'd be safely asleep." She closed the book of fairy
tales and bent down to kiss her young charge on the forehead. "Night night,
sweetheart."
As the fifteen year old beauty stretched out on the living room
couch, she almost quivered with anticipation. She even felt her pussy begin
leaking as she contemplated the forbidden thrill in front of her. It was an
unaccustomed sensation. Sex ... sex in any form ... was the great forbidden
to the young virgin. This attitude had been, of course, carefully impressed
on her by her mother. For as long as Cheryl could remember, the older,
single woman had preached to her ... that sex was dirty ... that it hurt ...
that it demeaned and somehow 'damaged' a female ...
That had been enough for the young girl until three years
previously. Then her body had begun to develop. Her breasts had started to
grow. She'd begun to develop a light patch of hair between her legs. Worst
of all, she'd begun to develop ... feelings. Almost a warm itch 'down
there' ... especially when talking to an attractive boy. Or, for that
matter, almost any boy. Then there had been that moment at the church youth
retreat last year ... the moment when Bobby Williamson had talked her her
into accompanying him back behind the cabin ... had kissed her so sweetly
... put his hand on her swelling breast. To this day, she remembered the
mixture of feelings ... the sudden need combined with the alarm bells that
had gone off in her brain ... the quick backstep from his embrace ... the
hauntingly superior way he'd grinned at her, almost as if he'd sensed her
reaction ... as he'd taken her wrist between his strong fingers and drew her
hand down to the protrusion in his slacks ... the sudden feel of the ...
whatever ... that seemed to actually burn its way into the palm of her small
hand as she felt the solidity of his youthful erection.
She'd run away, of course. But in bed that night she'd been
unable to exorcise the demon the brief contact had instilled in her.
Unable, that is, until she'd slid her fingers under the cover and between
her thighs. It was a practice she'd learned to be ashamed off ... learned
to try to avoid. But this night it had been too much. She'd known what it
was of Bobby's that she'd felt, of course. No girl could reach her teenage
years today without knowing. And, as she'd lightly stroked her trembling
clitoris, she'd pictured the scene going further ... her hand stroking the
hard rod of flesh ... Bobby's own hand where her's was in reality ...
Cheryl awakened from her daydream with a start. Twenty minutes
had passed. Plenty of time for the girl she was sitting to fall asleep.
She crept up the stairs as quietly as she could. A peek into the girl's
room told her that it hadn't been necessary. Little Deanna was sound
asleep. And six months of babysitting her at least once a week had taught
her that, once in slumber land, the girl would stay that way until morning.
Almost quivering, the young babysitter went down to the family
room in the finished basement. Two months before, in a slightly inquisitive
mood, she looked behind the array of commercial video tapes in the cabinet
by the television. The titles she found there had aroused her curiosity.
They didn't sound like any movies she'd ever heard of. And when she'd
played one, she understood why! Quickly, her searching fingers located one
she hadn't seen before. "The Revenge of the Master" was the title typed on
the spine. Smiling happily, she inserted it into the VCR, picked up the
remote control, and laid down on the couch. Before hitting the 'play'
button, she opened the zipper at the side of her tight shorts.
There wasn't much of a lead-in to the point of the flick. It
opened immediately on a woman ... naked and bound to an X-shaped type of
cross ... a gag in her mouth and her eyes spread wide in what passed for an
expression of either fear or apprehension. There was only a light
scattering of hair on her pussy, and the way her legs were bound apart
allowed her pink lips to show clearly. Cheryl appraised the woman's breasts
critically. They were larger than hers, of course, but her own tits were
the largest in her sophomore class, and they were still growing. On top of
that, she was aware that her mother's breasts were truly huge ... probably
the largest boobs she had ever seen on a slim-bodied woman. If there really
were something to heredity ... 'Maybe someday ...' she mused. She noted
that the woman's nipples were also large and that they were already swollen,
whether with passion or cold she didn't know.
Cheryl's attention was quickly diverted from the bound woman when
a man entered the scene. He was large, with a hint of a pot belly, but with
a heavily muscled chest. As in most of the movies she'd looked at here in
the last few months, he wore a leather mask and a complicated network of
leather straps on his body. A flogger dangled from his right hand.
"You couldn't wait, could you?" he asked derisively. The woman
couldn't answer, of course, but she shook her head frantically. Just what
that was meant to communicate, Cheryl couldn't guess any more than could her
captor, but he didn't seem to care very much anyway. He moved to stand
beside the woman and and raised the flogger to let the leather strips softly
caress the tip of one breast. "You had to begin without my permission. You
had to start fingering yourself. To start playing with your dirty, little
pussy without my knowledge."
When he slowly raised the leather throngs over his head, Cheryl
slipped her hand in under the waistband of her shorts ... into her bikini
panties. She bit her lower lip as the man in the movie snapped the
implement down over his companion's breast. As the actress winced , it was
almost as if she could feel the pain in her own swelling tit. She didn't
wonder why the thought excited her ... she had quit wondering about that
long before. As her two fingers stroked the side of her clitoris, she
simply enjoyed the feeling. As the man raised and lowered the thongs again
and again, as the woman whimpered piteously through her gag, the speed of
her fingers increased. When the other woman, or rather a girl who looked no
older than she was herself, entered the scene with downcast eyes, she
inserted herself into the scene totally. The newcomer was nude, her hands
holding themselves behind her back. At a glance from the male, she knelt
before him. The man nodded at her. Submissively, she opened the leather
strap at his crotch and released his penis. As she bent her head forward
... as she put her lips around the hard, thick organ, Cheryl groaned ...
"Well, well. You certainly look comfy."
It took a moment for the voice to penetrate Cheryl's consciousness
... for the fact that the voice wasn't from the video to register. When it
did, she spun on the couch and looked up to see Mr. and Mrs. Spencer
standing over the back of the couch, looking down at her and grinning
widely.
"Wha ..." The teenager's eyes widened in shock. She stared at
them uncomprehendingly. It took several seconds for it to seep into her
head that her shorts were down around her knees, that her panties were under
her hips and that her own fingers were on her crotch. Instinctively she
tried to scramble away from the two adults who stared at her, but the
encumbering garments tripped her up and she fell to the floor on her ass.
She could think of nothing else to do. She lay there wishing the earth
would swallow her as the Spencers casually moved around the couch to stand
over her.
"Carole," the man said to his wife, "I think you'd better call
this young lady's mother."
The implied threat was enough to break the young girl's trance.
She couldn't let her mother know that she had been ... She couldn't!
"No!" Her hand reached up and out, grabbing the leg of his
slacks, Tears started to blur her vision. "No," she begged. "Please
don't. Don't call her. I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Her searched
blindly for something to say ... something to do ... something that would
make this all not to have happened. "I'll do anything, just please don't
call her!"
She was too upset ... too young and inexperienced ... to catch the
meaning of the older man's smile as he looked at his wife. Nor did she
catch the older woman's satisfied expression in return.
"Well," he said as he reached down and removed her hand from his
slacks ... a hand he then held softly. "You've been a bad girl, you know.
You must be punished. And if your mother doesn't do it ..." He left the
sentence hanging unfinished in the air until the youngster finally caught
the meaning.
"Oh, yes," she cried, pulling herself to her knees by his hand and
laying her face against it. "You can punish me, can't you? Then you
wouldn't have to tell her. Or anyone, would you?"
A few hours ago, such a thought wouldn't have occurred to her.
But somehow now it seemed like a marvelous idea! Whatever these two did, it
would bury her awful secret! Forever! Then she could go back to being
Cheryl Egger again and never, ever think about those awful videos ... ever!
The couple acted almost as a team. Each took one of her upper
arms and raised her to her feet. The girl suddenly remembered her state of
dress ... that her naked loins were on display. She tried to cover them
with her hands, but the grasp on her arms prevented that.
"No, my dear," Mrs. Spencer said softly. "You musn't cover
yourself. In fact, you'll have to strip for your punishment."
Cheryl stared into the older woman's beautiful face. Her eyes
were wide in shock.
"Strip?" she asked incredulously. "You mean ..."
"I mean you'll have to be naked." The smile disappeared and her
voice became more demanding. "Unless you want me to call your mother. To
tell her we came home early and caught you watching a video tape like that
... " She gestured at the screen where the leather clad man was now noisily
fucking the ass of the bound woman. "Unless you want me to tell her you
were playing with your nasty little pussy ... shamelessly masturbating like
some kind of pervert ..."
The teenager froze. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't let
them tell her mother that! She didn't even react when Carole Spencer began
unbuttoning her blouse ... as Mr. Spencer pushed her panties down to her
ankles ... or even when he unfastened the snap of her bra and slid it down
her arms.
"This won't take long, honey," he said as he sat down in a chair
and drew her over next to him. She saw his eyes studying her naked form.
The look in them seemed to almost melt something in her. He looked so ...
desirous! She had been looked on with lust for years, but no man had ever
looked at her with this expression before. Had she been more experienced,
she might have recognized the difference was a relaxed knowledge that what
he was seeing would be his before very long!
His touch went from gentle to rough as he pulled her face down
across his lap. He used the hand that had pulled her down to bend her wrist
into her back, holding her firmly in position. His other hand softly
caressed his captive's swelling asscheeks.
"Please, Mr. Spencer," she whined. "If you're going to spank me,
just do it. Don't .... AIGHHHHHHH!" She screamed as he suddenly drew his
hand up and slapped it down on her far cheek ... HARD! Reflexively, she
squirmed on his lap. For the first time she noticed something there. And
she knew what it was!
The man raised his hand again and again, each time bringing it
down on the girl's writhing, little butt. Her assflesh, a combination of
womanly curve and fading baby fat, rippled nicely under his palm. He had
looked forward to this moment since the last time Cheryl had sat for them
... the time she'd forgotten to take the tape out of the machine. He and
his wife had planned this from the moment they'd realized what she had been
doing. And now it was paying off!
Actually, it had been quite a surprise. They had selected this
delectable girl to sit their daughter for a totally different reason ... one
that had to do with their own perverse idea of recreation, to be sure, but
one that hadn't originally involved the curvaceous teenager. The accidental
discovery that Cheryl herself had been susceptible to their plans had been
an unexpected bonus!
Spencer reveled in the feeling of her belly rubbing across his
growing erection, but he knew he couldn't keep it up much longer. The cute
behind under his hand was glowing red now ... her squeals of shock were
turning into moans of pain ... but, most of all, he was beginning to worry
about coming in his pants!
His wife stood at the girl's kicking feet, smiling down at him as
she licked her lower lip. He returned her smile and nodded to her.
Silently, she knelt between the girls open legs and put her hands on her
inner thighs. Her eyes closed, she leaned her head forward.
"No!" the helpless youngster screamed. "What are you .....
DOING?" The sudden yelp came as the older woman's lips met her sweet, young
pussy lips. Cheryl's eyes sprang open. Though she clearly didn't see
anything, they were as wide as saucers. For an instant her legs stopped
kicking ... her hips stopped thrashing. Then .... "Oh, god! Oh, GAWD!
What are you doing? What are you DOING?"
She bucked her hips more violently than ever now. Only the wrist
he now had twisted painfully almost up between her shoulders kept her on the
man's lap. With his other hand he cupped her chin and turned her face to
him, bending down and whispering in her ear, "She's eating your pussy, of
course. Don't you feel her lips on you? Her tongue? All of her friends
tell me she's very good at it!"
He had no way of knowing if his words registered on Cheryl's
passion-wracked consciousness. Her hips still moved, but now they seemed to
struggle backwards, as if trying to crush her leaking pussy against the
older woman's face. The only sounds in the room now were the liquid,
lapping noises of his wife's ministrations to the succulent, young pussy.
"Oh, GAWD! Oh. SHIT!" Cheryl's ass was now riding up and down ...
slamming against the rod that pressed into her belly through her captors
slacks. The married couple knew what it meant even before Cheryl herself
realized it. "I'm gonna ... Ohmigod! I'm gonna ...!"
Somehow she found the strength to raise her ass a foot off his
lap, her body struck with an orgasm ten times more intense than any feeling
that her own fingers had ever brought her. She seemed totally unaware of
the pain in her twisted shoulder ... the heat in her spanked ass. Nothing
... nothing else in the world mattered but the deeply intense feelings of
extreme pleasure in her poor, helpless crotch!
When it was over and Carole finally and reluctantly withdrew from
the teenager's sagging crotch, her face was glistening with the girl's
juices. "She's a virgin," she told her husband softly. "I actually felt it
with my tongue."
"Not for long, then," he grinned at her. He unceremoniously
spread his legs and let the limp, nude body tumble to the floor. Then he
stood and began removing his slacks.
It took several moments before Cheryl was able to relate once
again to her surroundings, then focus her eyes. When she did, a nude man
was standing over her ... a nude man with an erection sticking straight out
from the base of his belly. For a moment, she lay there mesmerized by the
shocking sight. She knew what it was. Even as strait-laced as her
upbringing had been, there was no way she was unfamiliar with the
differences between male and female ... with the basic mechanics of what sex
was. And there'd been that time when Bobby's hand had drawn hers down to
his ... But she'd never pictured one of this size! It looked to the
inexperienced teenager as if it were carved out of the purest marble!
"Get up on your knees!" he ordered. Later Cheryl would wonder
about the alacrity with which she had obeyed his command. But now it seemed
... natural. It put her in a position in which the rigid column of flesh
stretched out just a few inches below her chin. She looked up at his face.
"Touch it," he said, more gently this time. Her hand reached out slowly, as
if at its own volition. Her fingers softly traced the length of it softly,
finding it wasn't marble but, rather, warm ... almost comforting. His hand
went to the top of her head. "Suck it!"
Tears formed once again in her eyes. "No. Please. I ... I
can't."
She had almost forgotten Mrs. Spencer's presence. She hadn't seen
this man's wife drawing his belt from his discarded pants ... doubling it in
her hand. But she was rudely reminded when the leather strap came crashing
down across her naked back!
"Listen, bitch!" she woman almost growled. "You're ours now. And
when my husband tells you to suck his cock, you'll goddamn well suck it!"
As if to reinforce her meaning, the married woman drew the belt back again
and brought it down even more painfully across the top of the kneeling
teenager's ass.
It was as if the girl only needed the firmness of their
directions. She opened her lips slightly and brought them to the head of
the grown man's penis. It seemed strangely soft to her. Her eyes were
closed. She didn't see the grin on his face as he held her head in place
and slowly sank the first three inches of his meat into her waiting mouth.
If anything, Cheryl was shocked by how ... right? ... it felt there ... how
it seemed to fit so perfectly within her waiting oral cavity.
He tugged on her hair. "I said suck it, you little slut!" She
whimpered slightly, then began to apply suction to the man's prick. It
filled her mouth so fully that there was no way she could have prevented her
tongue from compressing itself against the sensitive underside. And when he
started running it slowly in and out, her head seemed to pick up the
counter-rhythm almost naturally.
Spencer was enjoying this more than any blow-job that he'd received
lately. He looked down at the pretty, young face ... so willing now to
accept his rigid cock. The lips so tightly stretched around its girth ...
the liquid feel of her tongue sliding along its rigid surface ... the warm
wetness of the teenager's oral tissues caressing his hardness. He doubted
that the girl was even conscious of his wife now kneeling beside her,
happily snapping a few photos of her face contorted around the base of his
dick.
But he didn't want it to go along too much longer. As enticing as
it would have been to fill her virginal mouth with his copious seed, the
thought of a fifteen year old, virgin pussy sounded even better. There
would be a time to finish off in her mouth later, he knew. Many times, in
fact. He thought back to the last virgin he'd de-flowered. It had been two
years ago ...
'Nina,' he thought with a smile. The time when Carole's boss had
had his heart attack. The man's wife wanted to practically live in the
hospital with him. Carole had instantly offered to take Nina in during this
time. She'd met the seventeen year old several times and had been so
certain that she knew what her secret needs were. That first night ...
giving her the wine with dinner ... going to her room later ... finding her
lying there still awake ... stiff and nervous, as if she already knew that
he'd be coming ... She hadn't been exactly willing at first ... had even
made token gestures of resistance as he'd run his hand up her leg underneath
the granny nightgown she'd been wearing. But when he'd barked out commands
to her, she'd ceased resisting ... had spread her legs for his prying
fingers and, later, for him to crawl between.
Nina was nineteen now, and a fixture in the little club they
belonged to. She was notorious for her willingness to do whatever anybody
demanded of her, no matter how painful or degrading! In fact, the more
degrading, the more willing the little slut was! 'Yes, another Nina,' he
thought happily. 'It will be six months before she's of age to introduce
her to the group, but by then we'll have this one well trained. Oh yes!
Very well trained, indeed.'
He wrapped his hand in her hair and yanked her face from his cock.
It was as if the girl were awakened from a trance. A trail of her spit
still connected her lips to his rod and she opened her eyes and looked up at
him as if alarmed.
"Lie down!" he commanded.
The young virgin now seemed almost hypnotized by his voice. She
laid back on the scratchy carpet submissively. Spencer knelt between her
spread thighs and leaned over her. "Reach down and put it in, bitch!" he
demanded. Cheryl's fingers shook with fear, but she no longer appeared to
have any will of her own. When she brought the head of his cock to her
soft, virginal lips, he couldn't help noticing how wet they already were.
He winked at his wife ... then drove his stiff cock down into the virgin
cunt ... hard!
He almost came just from her high pitched scream of pain as his
plunge brutally ripped her hymen. The teenage body spasmed upwards and
stiffened, actually supporting his weight for a moment. Then she sagged
back down to the floor, allowing him to begin fucking her tender pussy.
"Is she tight, darling?" his wife whispered in his ear. He could
see her hand up under her skirt, her fingers masturbating her own flooded
pussy. "Is that fifteen year old cunt nice and tight around your big, hard
dick?"
"Oh, fuck yes!" he groaned. "The tightest little twat I've ever
felt!" Her other hand went to his ass, the tip of one finger toying lightly
with his anus.
"Give it to her good, baby," Carole chortled, then ran her tongue
along his ear. "Make her remember who busted her cheap, slutty little
cherry!"
His hands reached down to cup the youngster's still warm
asscheeks, drawing her butt from the floor to meet his thrusts. This
brought his chest down to mash Cheryl's titties against her own chest. Her
nipples had become hard enough to dig into his torso. This was too good ...
too tight ... too young and luscious for him to last as long as he'd like,
but he comforted himself with the thought that this wouldn't be his last
time in this fifteen year old twat!
His thrusts were brutal and deep enough that he could feel the
head of his cock belaboring her cervix each time he plunged down and in.
Every few times he stopped at that point and ground his hips in circles,
enjoying the feel of her vaginal walls squeezing down on his thick rod. As
he did, his hands, the fingers still harshly gripping her bulbous buttocks,
rotated her hips counter to his own movements.
"Oh fuck!" he groaned to his wife. "I can't hold it, baby. I'm
gonna ..."
Carole giggled in his ear. She stiffened her middle finger and he
felt it digging harder at his sphincter. "You gonna blow your wad, lover?
Is Daddy gonna fill his little girl's cunt full of his hot, sticky scum?"
As she fed his fantasy, her finger drove itself brutally into his
asshole, delving to start massaging his prostate. Spencer's upper body
stiffened, then he felt the ecstasy of release as his cock erupted deep into
the tortured, bleeding pussy of the trapped teenager.
Cheryl herself seemed completely unaware of her tormentor's
orgasm. In fact, she seemed unaware of any part of her surroundings. The
whole mid-section of her body was wracked with the pain of her rape, but the
pain also seemed ... pleasant! Her inexperienced mind struggled to make
sense out of her conflicting emotions. She was being raped, yet she felt
... possessed ... desired ... used in a way that was almost reaffirming and
comforting! It wasn't that the pleasure overcame the pain. It was more as
if the pain was the essence of pleasure!
As the man's heavy body collapsed onto hers, she felt as if she
were floating ... departing ... dreaming ...
+ + + + +
Cheryl didn't know how much time had passed before she awoke
again. She was chilled, lying on her back on the floor, naked, with the
strange sensation of fluid dripping from her pussy and down her plump
thighs. When she looked up, Spencer was lying on his back next to her
smoking a cigarette. But it was his wife who now shocked her. Mrs. Spencer
sat on the couch. She was the only one of the three still dressed, but she
had pulled her skirt up to her waist and her panties were now down around
one ankle. Her legs were widely spread and she was looking down at the girl
with pure lust in her eyes as two of her fingers slowly rubbed her own
pussy.
But what really shocked the young girl was ... Mrs. Spencer pussy
was totally naked! Not simply naked as in the sense of being unclothed.
Naked as in the sense of not having a hair on it! Cheryl had heard of
bikini wax, of course. But she'd never heard of of shaving. That the lips
already glistened with the woman's moisture, induced by the teasing of her
own fingers, was so ... evident!
"Come here, darling," the older woman whispered seductively.
"You've both had yours. Now it's Mommy's turn. Come here and suck Mommy's
honey pot."
Cheryl stared at her silently for a moment. Certainly she'd known
that people did that ... that men put their mouths there on a woman. Hell,
she'd dreamed about that and what it would be like to be the recipient of a
male's oral attention. And some of her classmates had giggled about women
who did that to women. They had whispered to each other, speculating about
the English teacher, Miss Parker, and her beautiful roommate and what they
supposed happened between the two of them at night. Certainly what Carole
Spencer had done to her earlier had erased all doubt that it really
happened! But the thought of putting her own mouth there ... right at the
opening that a woman peed from ...
Without even thinking about it, the young girl slowly shook her
head no.
The shock of the woman's perverse request had driven the existence
of her husband from Cheryl's mind. She hadn't even completed her negative
gesture before he rolled over on top of her. The teenager stared in shock
at her chest where the man held the glowing tip of his cigarette so close to
her distended nipple that she could actually feel pain from the heat. Her
eyes widened in horror. If her were to lower it only the smallest fraction
of an inch she was convinced it would scar her for life! She whimpered at
the thought of how much worse the pain would be ... her nipple being
scorched ... disfigured!
"Perhaps we weren't clear earlier, pig," the man said in a
perfectly conversational tone. "You will obey every order one of us gives
you. Every suggestion we give you will be an order. And you will obey
every one, instantly and without question. Is that a little clearer now?"
Shivering in fear, her eyes still fixed on the smoldering ember,
Cheryl swiftly nodded her head. Spencer smiled down at her, then brushed
the tip of his cigarette lightly across her nipple before rolling back off
of her. She grimaced at the sudden stab of intense pain, but noted that, at
least, the contact had been too brief to actually leave a mark.
"I'm waiting, darling," Carole cooed softly. Cheryl started to
rise to her feet, but the woman stopped her with a shake of her head. "No,
dear. For refusing me at first you should have to pay a little bit. I
don't want you walking over to me. I want you on your hands and knees. I
want you to crawl!"
Any thought of resistance was now gone from the frightened fifteen
year old's mind. Obediently, she rolled up onto her hands and knees and
began to inch her way across the room. She could feel the man's eyes on her
swaying butt as she moved, but that was the least of her concerns now. She
stopped when her face was directly over the woman's open, glistening crotch.
She looked up at her, her eyes silently pleading one more time. But
Carole's return smile had as much lust and possessiveness as friendliness,
and her fingers returned between her legs to spread her labial lips.
"Now, baby. Suck Mama's cunt now!"
Whimpering in resignation, Cheryl lowered her face. She hesitated
one moment as her nostrils detected for the first time the meaty scent of
aroused womanhood, then she extended the tip if her young, pink from between
her lips. Slowly she licked the heated cunt from bottom to top. Looking up
across the woman's belly, she saw her eyes close, her mouth open in passion,
and her head lay back on the top of the couch cushion. Carole's hands
grasped her hair almost gently, and her legs raised and stretched down
across the teenager's bent back. The sound of the woman's moans became
somewhat muffled as the meaty thighs clamped closed over her ears.
As the young victim's lips and tongue began orally servicing the
married woman's perverted needs, she felt Spencer's hands once again probing
and exploring her naked ass and pussy. The girl tried to put her own
reaction out of her mind as her mouth went to work between the woman's
tightly squeezing legs.
+ + + + +
To Cheryl, it seemed as if days had passed since she'd been
discovered by the early returning couple. As she sat in the car with Carole
driving her home, she was surprised to realize that it was simply the normal
time for her to return from babysitting for them.
She was grateful that the woman drove in silence. She needed this
time to try and sort out her own feelings about what the married couple had
done to her ... and about what they'd made her do to them. That it had
amounted to rape, she had no doubt. That she felt violated was just as
certain. But what really bothered her had been her own physical reaction.
At certain times in the attack, she had mentally almost 'left' the room ...
had seen herself as the victim in one of those bondage videos she had
watched as she'd waited for them to come home. At those times she'd felt
almost ... loved? ... cared for? On one level, she knew that that feeling
made no sense. She had been cruelly and viciously attacked and used! But
that feeling ...
"We're here."
The woman's voice startled Cheryl from he reverie. She was
surprised to see that the car had come to a stop a third of the way up her
mother's driveway. It was parked beneath the overhanging willow tree, where
the lone streetlight was blocked. Instead of bolting from the car
immediately, the teenager looked over at the woman, uncertain what she was
supposed to say.
Carole reached her left hand across and the tips of her fingers
under the girl's chin softly raised her face. The babysitter could only
think how beautiful the older woman was as her lips came down to ever so
softly brush across her own.
"My husband will be by to pick you up at the usual time on
Tuesday," Carole whispered against her trembling lips. "Is that okay?"
"You want ... you want me to babysit for you again?" Cheryl heard
the amazed quality of her own voice, but she was unable to control it. She
had been so tied up on what had happened that she had not even thought about
what, if anything, it all meant for the future.
Carole's smile stopped just short of being a laugh. She placed
her hand on the young girl's thigh and squeezed. "Of course, darling.
Naturally we'll have sent Deanna over to spend the night with my mother, but
... well, there is so much more that we can teach you, you know."
Cheryl felt warmth spreading from where the hand rested on her leg
... the light touch of the woman's full breast against her upper arm ...
She nodded her head, raised her face and kissed the smiling woman
one more time, for the first time of her own volition, and jumped from the
car. As she trotted quickly up the drive, she knew that it would be one of
those nights that she wouldn't be able to sleep until she'd satisfied
herself one more time with her fingers.
