THE BABYSITTER'S REVENGE

BY SISSY FELLATRIX

I must have been around thirteen years old when our parents
decided I was now old enough to be their unpaid baby-sitter. So,
when they went out, I would be left in charge of my sisters Diane
and Kate.

My oldest sister, Diane, quickly realized this was to her
advantage. As soon as our parents left she would begin to plan
what we would do for the evening. "Let's watch TV," she'd say,
even though she knew it was not allowed until after dinner, or,
"let's go to the creek," although our parents had forbidden us
from exposing Kate to the dangers of the creek bank.

If mom and dad came home and caught us engaged in prohibited
activities, I was the one who got punished, because I was in
charge while they were gone. On the other hand, if I refused to
humor Diane, she'd threaten to say I had been mean to them, had
beaten them up, or had engaged in other offenses which were sure
to get me in trouble. Needless to say, I hated those baby-sitting
sessions. No matter what I did, I was likely to be in hot water.
So under the circumstances what could I do? Usually, I chose some
pastime which was nearly undetectable and more or less safe, like
watching TV or "playing doctor" . Since I was twelve years old
and entering puberty, I was always ready to "play doctor" with my
sisters. I would only agree to let them watch TV after I had
examined their genitals, got them to touch, lick, or suck on my
cock, or conducted other experiments with them. Deep down, I knew
it was wrong, but I was a randy adolescent and couldn't resist.

This went on for some time, until one day when I went too far
with one of my experiments and ended a hot session of
cock-sucking by pissing in Diane's mouth. To say Diane was
outraged is an understatement. She was furious! She swore she'd
get even with me and promised to tell mom and dad about how I had
made them "play doctor". She said she hoped mom and dad would
beat me. She insisted she wanted me dead and screamed that she
would never forgive me. In short, she nearly scared me to death.

Of course I apologized. I was terrified! I offered to do anything
she wanted. I promised to take her to the creek whenever she
asked. I offered to give her my allowance for the next ten years.
I even pledged to take her whippings for her. But nothing would
do. Diane was determined to take revenge, and I knew I was in big
trouble.

So, when the folks came home, I hid outside the house where I was
sure they wouldn't find me. I listened from behind the bushes
under the living room window while my sister told the story of my
depravity to our parents in hideous detail. Eventually, she was
sent to her room so mom and dad could talk.

Mom was so angry she started to yell at dad. For some reason, she
insisted this was "his fault". I was surprised to hear dad defend
me as he pointed out he had warned that I was too young to be
left in charge of the girls.

Mom insisted something had to be done. I must be punished
severely. They had to "teach me a lesson I would never forget".

Eventually dad agreed I must be punished; but he insisted severe
punishment wasn't the answer. The situation was at least partly
their fault, he claimed, because they should have hired a mature
sitter rather than have me baby-sit in the first place.

As the argument wound down I realized dad had won. Even though
mom sounded furious, and Diane was still crying in her room, it
was clear that dad wouldn't agree to any severe punishment. For
the first time in an hour I could breathe again without the fear
that the sound of my breath would lead someone to find and kill
me!

Once the decision was reached, Dad said he would find me while
mom handled my sisters. While mom went to the girl's room, dad
came outside. You can imagine my surprise when seconds later I
heard his voice near the bush where I was hiding: "Young man, you
have two seconds to come out from behind that bush or I'll let
your mother handle your punishment!"

I made it out from behind the bush in record time. I'd heard
enough to know I was better off with dad handling my punishment
than with mom. (I never did figure out how dad knew where I was
hiding.)

In addition to a whipping and a lecture, dad grounded me for a
month. Dad's whippings weren't that bad, because he never lost
his temper like mom did. The tough part was the lecture. I
learned how disappointed he was and how I had let him down. Being
grounded, on the other hand, was a mercy, because it meant
contact with mom would be limited until she'd had a chance to
cool off.

It was after dad left for his next trip that we had our first
occasion to have a sitter. Mom belonged to a sorority and once a
month they combined a meeting with a "girls' night out". Mom
arranged for the sixteen-year-old daughter of a sorority sister
to stay with us while she and her friends went out.

Mom told us at dinner one evening that she'd be going out the
next night and had hired a baby-sitter to stay with us. The tone
of her voice and the look she gave me made it clear she had not
forgiven my abusing my sisters. I could see the fury in her eyes,
and knew I had better be on my best behavior or I would be in
real trouble.

When the sitter arrived, she turned out to be what we would now
call a "stone fox". At five-foot five, Rhonda had silky-straight
brunette hair, large perky breasts, an hour-glass figure, a
perfect heart-shaped ass, large almond-shaped blue eyes, and a
face that was pretty enough to grace the cover of "Seventeen".

Rhonda served us dinner while mom dressed to leave. She told her
my sisters were to be in bed by eight and I was grounded because
I had abused them. I was to stay in my room without TV until
bed-time at 10:00. She went on to explain that I still wet the
bed and should have nothing to drink after supper. She also asked
Rhonda to wake me up and take me to the bathroom at midnight if
she wasn't home by then.

I was so humiliated by this exchange that my face must have
blushed ten shades of red. I found myself wishing God would
strike me dead where I sat. I couldn't believe mom had told this
girl, who was just three years ahead of me at my school, that I
was a bed-wetter! How would I ever be able to show my face at
school again?

I could tell from Rhonda's amused expression that she was
secretly enjoying my embarrassment. I knew I'd be sorry she knew
these things, but what could I do? I was at mom's mercy, and she
wasn't feeling very merciful to me at that point.

Mom's last words to me as she left the house had an ominous ring:
"You had better be on your best behavior this evening, young man,
and do what Rhonda says. If I hear otherwise, you may just find
yourself spending the whole summer in your room!"

When dinner was over, I cleaned up the dishes - my chore for the
week - and then retreated to my room. I wanted as little contact
with this girl as possible. I consoled myself by thinking that if
she didn't see me, she might forget what she had been told.

After about an hour I noticed the aroma of baking coming from the
kitchen. When I opened my door to check it out, I realized Rhonda
and Diane were busy making cookies. My room was near the kitchen,
and the door wasn't open long before I realized Diane was telling
the story of my abuse of her and Kate in the same detail she had
told it to mom and dad.

Great! Now Rhonda didn't just know that I was a bed-wetter who
abused my sisters; she also knew the extent of that abuse. I'd
never be able to face this girl again.

I closed the door, and as I lay on the bed and played with my
always-hard cock, I began to think about what I could possibly do
to correct this situation. I could wait until the girls were in
bed and approach Rhonda about the things she'd heard. I could beg
her to keep my secrets and promise to do anything she wanted. I
could deny the whole story and call Diane a liar. I could...

Suddenly the door to my room opened and there stood Rhonda. She
smiled and gave me a look that seemed to say, "I've got you where
I want you, boy, because I know all sorts of things that can ruin
your life. You'll do anything I want, because you don't have any
choice." But her soft, sexy voice only said, "would you like to
share cookies and milk after I put the girls to bed?"

Before I could overcome the shock of having Rhonda in my room, or
put my plainly-visible cock away, or think about the fact that
what she asked was the last thing I expected, I heard myself
answering, "Yes, Ma'am. Thank you." She smiled again as if to say
"I knew you wouldn't say 'no', and glanced at the hand wrapped
around my hard cock. Then she said slowly, "I would advise you to
put that away . . . until later," and she was gone before I could
collect my thoughts.

Oh, God! Rhonda had caught me jerking off and acted as nonchalant
as if she had caught me brushing my teeth. If she told mom about
this I was in BIG trouble!

For the next hour I listened to the sounds of her putting my
sisters to bed. She dressed them, laughed with them, and read
them a story before saying "goodnight". Shortly before nine, she
entered my room again and asked me into the kitchen.

Rhonda wasted no time in getting to the point. As I ate a cookie,
she said, "You know, if the cops found out what you did to your
sisters, they'd probably send you to reform school." The threat
was clear.

The cookie suddenly stuck in my mouth. I didn't know what to say.
"Imagine what the kids at school would say if they knew you still
wet the bed," she gloated.

Again I was silent. Both my mouth and my voice box seemed
paralyzed. "And how would your mom and the girls at school react
if I told them that when I went to your room to say, 'goodnight,'
I found you playing with yourself?"

Still I was silent. I felt humiliated, cornered and was in a
panic. I didn't know what to say. "What's the matter, little man?
Cat got your tongue? You'd better answer me or I'll start calling
my girl friends now!" With that she picked up the phone.

"No!" I shouted, "Please don't tell anyone, Rhonda. I promise.
I'll do anything you say. Just please, Please, PLEASE don't tell
anyone!", I begged.

"Prove it," she demanded. "Stand up and I want to see you jerk
that thing until it squirts. Do it fast, and do it NOW!"

I practically ripped open my pajamas in my rush to play with my
cock. All I had to do was wrap my hand around it before it stood
up at full attention, as usual. While Rhonda watched in
fascination, I stroked my tool with abandon. My only goal was to
make it shoot as ordered by the leering baby-sitter across the
table. Within a minute the humiliation became too much for me and
I could feel my balls start to boil.

Realizing what was about to happen, Rhonda was quick to react. In
one move she grabbed the plate of cookies from the table and held
them under my ready-to- explode cock. "Don't you dare make a
mess," she threatened, "Put it on the cookies."

And I did. Within seconds the whole plate of cookies was covered
with creamy white frosting and I collapsed into the chair I'd
been sitting in just two minutes ago.

Rhonda smiled, glanced down at the plate of cookies on the table
in front of me and ordered me to eat them before I could catch my
breath. "Eat them all and do it now!" she demanded. Knowing I had
no choice, I picked up the first cookie and bit into it. When I
felt the slime running down my throat, I thought I'd be sick, but
the taste of the cookie seemed to help and before long I'd
finished off the first one and was reaching for another.

Rhonda enjoyed my humiliation so much she reached under her skirt
and started to stroke her pussy. "Hurry and finish your snack,
boy," she ordered. "I've got something even sweeter for you to
eat when you're done with that."

As I reached for the last cookie, Rhonda stood and removed her
lace panties. "Put these on," she ordered. "Then meet me in the
den."

I didn't really want to wear her frilly panties, but I knew I
didn't actually have any alternative. So, I slipped them on over
my still-hard cock and followed her.

By the time I reached the den, Rhonda was already naked and
mauling her pussy with her fingers. "Lay down," she ordered,
pointing to several towels she had spread on the floor; and I did
so without hesitation. Squatting over my face, Rhonda pointed to
the fleshy spot at the top of her pussy and said, "Stick your
tongue out as far as possible and keep licking and sucking on
this thing right here. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am", I responded.

For the next hour, Rhonda rode my face like she'd been doing this
forever. Sometimes she rubbed her clit clear up over my nose so
that my tongue was licking the lips and inside of her pussy,
other times she allowed me to lick and suck on it directly. If I
acted tired or didn't use my tongue as she liked, she'd grab my
balls and squeeze or twist them to encourage me.

At one point she dropped her pussy over my nose and covered my
mouth with her perfect ass. "Stick your tongue inside, boy" she
demanded. "I want to feel it wiggling deep in my ass." When I
didn't obey her order fast enough she gave my balls a vicious
jerk and a painful squeeze. "Get busy!" she demanded.

And I did. Pushing my tongue past her rosebud was tough, but the
harder I tried the more she moaned, and the more she moaned the
harder I tried. Soon my tongue was wiggling inside of her and I
was enjoying my first taste of her delicious ass.

The ass-licking lasted just a few minutes and then Rhonda went
back to having me lick her sweet-tasting treasure. She would
periodically collapse on my face for a minute or two before
resuming her movements. Over the course of the hour, she had what
I now realize must have been at least a half-dozen orgasms.

When she was finally satisfied, my nose felt like she had used
sandpaper on it. My tongue felt like it was ready to fall out and
my whole face smelled like her pussy! After her final collapse on
my face, she sat straight up one more time, looked down at me
with a strange sparkle in her eye, and ordered me to "Open wide
and swallow fast!"

Without further warning she began to release a steady stream of
piss into my mouth. Although I gagged at the taste, I tried
desperately to swallow it, and mostly I succeeded. When she had
finished, she smiled and said "That was a gift from Diane."

I knew I'd had it coming.

"Time for bed, young man," she said in her most patronizing tone.
"Be sure to leave my panties here. By the way, don't bother to
use the bathroom before bed. Rhonda would just LOVE to put her
little pussy slave in diapers the next time I babysit."

Her last words rang in my ears as I went off to bed. "Next
time..." This was just our first visit from Rhonda. What would
the future hold?

***

Of course, I did wet the bed that night and mom was mad as hell
the next day. But I had stayed up late, and Rhonda did force me
to drink a glass of milk as well as her golden wine, and she
never did take me to the bathroom. Plus, I had lots of things to
worry about that night. So, what would you expect?

Over the next week, I avoided Rhonda at school. If I saw her in
the hall, I quickly ducked into a classroom or restroom. I
figured if she didn't see me she might forget what she knew, but
I couldn't have been more wrong!

That week I began finding unsigned notes in various female hands
stuffed through the vents of my locker. Among the notes I recall
were:

"Do you really eat your own cum? How does it taste?"

"I hear you have a MAGIC tongue. Is it true?"

"If I was your sitter, I'd make you pull your pud -- off!"

"Bedwetting babies should always wear diapers!"

"Practice makes perfect. Keep practicing, ASS LICKER!"

and one note written on stained toilet paper read:

"Toilet Mouth: Where were you when I needed you?

I threw the notes away, but it didn't help. I began to think that
Rhonda had told every girl at school my secrets. Each time I
heard girls giggling in the hall I couldn't help but cringe and
imagine that they were laughing at me.

What was I to do?

A week later mom announced that Rhonda would be sitting again.
Rhonda would stay at our house all night Friday. The folks
planned to return Saturday evening.

When Rhonda arrived on Friday, she brought her red-haired,
freckle-faced girlfriend Michelle along.

"The girls need to study for a test," Mom explained, "so I agreed
to let Michelle stay with Rhonda tonight."

While we ate dinner, mom gave Rhonda instructions.

"Bed time for the girls is nine," she said "and he should be in
bed by ten. He's still grounded so he's not to leave his room and
he gets absolutely nothing to drink before bed. The last time you
stayed with them he wet the bed even after you woke him!"

"Don't worry," Rhonda said sympathetically, "I'm sure his bed
won't be wet tonight."

I cringed as I saw her wink at Michelle.

At 6:30 p.m. the folks left and I returned to my room. The next
two hours were quiet except when Rhonda popped in, smiled, and
said, "Michelle and I have big plans for you after the girls are
in bed."

By 8:30 the nightly bedtime ritual began and I heard Rhonda
giving the girls baths and choosing a story to be read. While
this was going on, I figured it was safe to play with my cock and
that's exactly what I was doing when Michelle suddenly opened the
door and barged into my room.

Without missing a beat she said, "Well, Rhonda was RIGHT. She
said I'd probably catch you jerking off. Now we've both caught
you doing it!"

That said, she handed me a glass which she carried in her hand
and sitting down on my desk chair she ordered me to continue. "Go
ahead. Fill it up," she demanded, "We're going to need lots of
syrup for your ice cream."

What could I do? The beautiful red-headed teenager had caught me
on flagrant display so to speak and she wasn't in the mood to
take "No" for an answer. Since she'd had literally caught me with
cock in hand, there was no doubt she could make big trouble for
me if I refused to do what she ordered.

So, I continued to abuse my friend while the fascinated
mini-skirted teenager watched with her mouth half open.

"Don't you dare let that thing squirt without putting every
single drop in the glass," she ordered, "Rhonda and I will want
to watch you eat it all later."

The thought of being forced to eat my own cum while the girls
witnessed my humiliation was too much for me to bear. Within
seconds my balls began to boil, and as my red-headed tormentor
smiled at me I closed my eyes, gasped, and started filling the
glass with spunk.

Over the next few seconds I milked what felt like a quart of cum
from my cock into the glass; but when I finally opened my eyes
and checked there were just a few tablespoons collected.

"Good girl," Michelle cooed as she removed the glass from my
hand. "Now concentrate on building up another load 'cause we'll
need more than this for your dessert."

With that, Michelle gave me a long red ribbon, a pair of red
panties with lace trim down the back and a matching red bra. "Tie
one end of this chastity ribbon around your 'thing'" she ordered,
"then put the bra and panties on and leave the ribbon hanging out
over your waistband."

After I donned the panties and bra, she gave me a red lace
negligee saying, "This nightie will make your outfit complete.
Now behave, little girl. Rhonda and I will be back later."

The ritual in the girl's room went on for a while after that.
Meanwhile, I laid in bed in my feminine frillies worrying about
what Rhonda and Michelle were planning.

Eventually the sounds from my sisters' room ended and things in
the house got quiet. I had begun to hope my teenage dominas had
forgotten me when I heard the doorbell ring and figured they had
ordered a pizza.

It didn't take long to conclude my assumption was wrong because
the noise level in the house suddenly increased dramatically. I
started to worry when I realized I was hearing several female
voices but panicked when I heard males speak too!

When Rhonda and Michelle entered my room several minutes later,
they were accompanied by five giggling girls dressed in pajamas,
nightgowns, and negligees. "We're having a slumber party, sissy
boy" Rhonda said as she jerked away my bedcovers to reveal my red
outfit, "and YOU are the guest of honor!"

I'm sure the color in my cheeks must have matched the red of my
lingerie as the laughing and pointing group of teenage girls saw
me in feminine attire.

"She looks so CUTE!" laughed the big-breasted Melissa.

"Won't the boys just LOVE her outfit?" giggled Wendy.

"That negligee looks better on her than it does on me,"
complained the beautiful black girl named Karen.

"She definitely needs some makeup," exclaimed Alex.

"And let's fix her hair," suggested Leah.

For several minutes I was surrounded by girls as they put my hair
in pigtails with red ribbons and painted my face with eyebrow
pencil, mascara, eyeliner, shadow, lipstick, and blush. When they
showed me my face, I couldn't believe the cute girl in the mirror
was me!

"Our new boy-girl needs a name," laughed Melissa.

"Let's call her Sissy" giggled Karen.

"That's perfect!" Rhonda cried. "Come along, Sissy" she ordered
as she grabbed the end of my long red ribbon and lead me down to
our basement family room.

As we entered the room I was mortified to see two boys I knew
from school. One was Captain of the wrestling team, a muscular
senior named Mike. The other was a tall black youth and star
center of the school basketball team named Jessie.

The humiliation of this situation was so painful it was more than
I could handle and I began to cry in shame. To make matters
worse, I was embarrassed to realize that my cock was stiffening
from Rhonda's pull on the ribbon.

"It's time for dessert," Rhonda said as we entered the basement.
"Alex, Melissa, come help me serve the ice cream while Sissy
amuses our friends."

"We'll definitely need more syrup for your dessert Sissy,"
Michelle laughed as she handed me the glass I'd used earlier.
"Come on now. Show our friends your special technique for making
ice cream topping."

With that, Karen and Wendy pulled down my panties and the
audience murmured their approval as my disloyal member celebrated
its freedom by standing up and waving the red ribbon around
proudly.

"Get busy, slut," ordered Leah, "your ice cream treat will be
here shortly."

Realizing that I didn't have any choice in the matter, I started
stroking my boyhood as the girls egged me on.

"Hurry up and make it squirt," demanded Karen.

"Go girl, make that hard thing soft again," laughed Leah.

"Come on, Sissy, fill up your glass," insisted Wendy.

"Don't worry," said Michelle, "If she can't fill it, I'm sure the
boys will be happy to provide enough syrup to make her dessert
REALLY special!"

That thought was just too much for me and my disloyal penis
suddenly betrayed me by adding a small amount of additional cum
to the quantity already in the glass.

"Sissy's supply of syrup seems to be running low," Karen laughed,
"I hope you boys can help."

"Get over here, Sissy," Mike commanded as he pulled his hard tool
from his pants, "I can help fill your glass!"

"Show Mike your favorite wrestling hold, Sissy," Michelle giggled
as I knelt before the wrestler, "Let's see your lip-lock in
action."

Instantly the wrestler grabbed my pigtails and pulled my mouth
toward his cock. "Open wide, slut," he ordered.

The idea of sucking the wrestler's cock with my schoolmates
watching was just too much to accept and I futilely tried to
avoid this new degradation by pleading, "No, please!"

"Get busy, girl," demanded Michelle as she grabbed my balls, "or
you'll spend the rest of your life as a soprano."

So, having no other choice I found myself orally servicing the
muscular athlete as the wrestler pulled painfully on my hair and
his hard meat pushed eagerly at the back of my throat.

"The slut certainly has good cock sucking technique," laughed
Leah as she watched from the sofa, "be sure she doesn't swallow
her syrup before her ice cream arrives, Mike."

"Here it comes," Mike groaned as he quickly pulled out of my
mouth and milked his juices into the rapidly filling glass which
was now being held by Karen.

The room suddenly erupted in applause as the success of my first
cock sucking experience became obvious. I must have blushed
fifteen shades of red!

"Get the bitch over here," moaned Jessie, as he watched Mike fill
the glass and stroked his own meat, "I've got a big deposit to
make in her sperm bank."

Within seconds several sets of female hands were pulling me over
to the tall black youth whose huge penis looked like it would
choke me to death! Before I knew what was happening, I was on my
knees again and the long black phallus was pushing between my
lips.

"Come to Jessie, you little cock sucker," demanded the athlete,
"You'll just love swallowing my black sword!"

"Go on, white bitch," demanded Karen, "give my boy Jessie a blow
job he'll remember for the rest of his life!"

As Jessie began pushing his cock into my mouth with a timeless
rhythm, the audience began to clap and chant, "Go, Go, Go!" in
cadence with his deep-throat thrusts.

"I can just imagine what her trips to the restroom and the boys
locker room at school will be like from now on," giggled Leah.

"You can say THAT again," laughed Mike, "Sissy will DEFINITELY be
the most popular boy in school from now on!"

In less than a minute, Jessie rewarded my efforts to avoid
strangulation with a low moan from deep in his throat, and he
suddenly began to fill my mouth with his juices. At that moment
Karen twisted my balls savagely and hissed, "Don't you dare
swallow, bitch, or I'll take these little jewels home as my
personal trophy."

By the time Jessie finished emptying his load, his cum was
running out the corners of my mouth and dribbling down my chin;
but I obeyed Karen's order and didn't swallow a drop. I realized
she really didn't want to miss any when I felt her holding the
glass under my chin.

"Open wide slut," she ordered, "and you'd better put every drop
in this glass or next time we'll arrange for you to blow the
whole damned basketball team!"

As I added Jessie's spunk to the nearly half-full glass, Rhonda
cried out, "Way to go, Sissy!" from the bottom of the stairs and
I realized that my dessert had finally arrived.

"Quick, Karen, pour it over Sissy's dish. Let's all watch her
enjoy her Hot Cum Sundae," Alex gloated. Time ran in slow motion
as the huge supply of white syrup flowed from the glass onto my
bowl of chocolate ice cream.

"Go on girl. Eat it up," Melissa demanded, "You don't want your
special dessert to melt or go to waste, do you?"

I ate my 'special treat' in total degradation while seven girls
and both sperm donors watched and laughed their asses off.

"If the kids at school could only see her now!" giggled Michelle.

"You're right. This is great" replied Karen. "We'll have to
arrange for Sissy to entertain at ALL our parties."

After I finished my dessert, Karen removed her panties and
ordered me down between her legs, "Get busy, with that tongue
bitch. I'm horny as hell," she commanded as she grabbed my
beribboned pigtails.

Her curly nest was as tasty as the sweetest brown sugar and I
lapped at her delicious fountain with delight for several
minutes.

After Karen had managed to cum twice, she jerked on my pigtails
and passed me over to Michelle who quickly pushed me onto my
back.

"Ride-em cowgirl!" Alex yelled as Michelle ground her clit into
my nose and I licked the lips of her free-flowing pussy.

"Show the slut how a girl eats pussy," Wendy coached from the
sofa.

"Suck hard on my clit," Michelle instructed as she slid off my
nose, "Now, s-l-o-w-l-y roll the tip of your tongue around the
edge of it, then push back inside as far as you can reach while I
s-l-i-d-e my clit back up over your nose."

"That's it!" she barked as her eyes glazed over, "You've got the
moves right. Now KEEP doing it just like that!"

In under five minutes, Michelle shrieked in ecstasy and collapsed
on my head in exhaustion. She was replaced by Wendy who wanted
the relief she knew my mouth could give.

As Wendy tried hard to grind my nose to a bloody pulp, I felt two
sets of hands caressing my cock and squeezing my balls. "Come on,
Sissy, get it up for me," Alex pleaded, "I want to play 'hide the
weenie' with you."

Within seconds, my member was stiff as a board and Alex was
facing my feet and riding it hard, while Wendy rode my face to
completion. I assumed Alex was tiring when she grabbed my legs
behind the knees and pulled them up under her arm pits, so you
can imagine my shock when I suddenly felt something cold being
pressed against my ass.

"Mrrmpfh," I complained, "leempf mbee allommm!"

"What did she say?" Melissa giggled as she pulled, twisted and
squeezed my balls.

I think she said, "More, please, more." Rhonda replied.

"Oh great," cried Leah. "That's JUST what I hoped she'd say.
Sissy, I sure hope you LIKE summer sausage," she said as she
forced the painfully large intruder deep into my virgin ass.

"Now he knows how his sisters felt when he made them suck his
dick," cried Rhonda as she watched the action.

"Not quite," said Wendy as she settled her pussy over my lips,
"but she will soon. I hope you're thirsty, Sissy." And at that
moment a flood of hot piss hit my tonsils.

To avoid literally drowning, I had no choice but to swallow every
drop while Rhonda, Michelle, Karen, Mike and Jessie laughed and
applauded the action.

"See, I SAID she was a real toilet mouth!" Rhonda giggled from
her perch on the stairs, "Hurry up, Wendy, 'cause I need to use
the toilet as soon as you're done with it."

"Me too," shouted Melissa.

"That makes three of us who can't wait," laughed Karen.

"Four," added Mike.

"Five," chimed in Jessie.

"Six," exclaimed Alex.

"Seven," continued Leah.

"Eight," concluded Michelle.

"Nine!" shouted my sister Diane from the stairs.

For a moment the room froze and fell completely silent. Then
Rhonda clapped her hands and threw her arms around Diane. "Why
not?" she demanded, "after all, Diane's the one who was ACTUALLY
mistreated."

Suddenly everyone was agreeing with her and Wendy raised up to
make room for Rhonda, calling, "Next!"

During the next hour I must have drunk a gallon of piss. I also
licked and cleaned several foul smelling ass holes and sucked cum
from penis and pussy alike. But finally I saw Diane's familiar
blonde-covered snatch straddling my chest and realized with
unspoken gratitude that I was at last nearing the end of my
ordeal.

Diane looked down as she straddled my chest with an evil grin. "I
told you I'd get even with you, you toilet-mouthed bastard," she
said glaring at me. Now it's MY turn to show you what it feels
like. I have something REAL special for you."

At that moment, Diane began rising up toward my face, and I
realized with absolute horror that she had a white string hanging
out of her pussy! She smiled again as she looked at me and
reached under her ass from behind to pull down on the short
string.

"Here's a special treat for you, toilet," she grinned as she
stuffed her red tampon between my lips and sealed my mouth with
her pussy. "Wait 'til the girls at school hear about this!" and
she flooded my mouth with her pink nectar.

As I submitted to this retribution, I heard Rhonda say to her
friends: "I bet it'll be a long time before Sissy abuses another
female."

There isn't much of the story left to tell. After the boys left
for home that night and the girls were all ready for bed, they
dreamed up a final humiliation for their amusement. While Rhonda
snapped pictures with her camera, the other girls took turns
powdering my bottom and diapering me in bath towels stuffed with
that spun glass Christmas decoration called 'angel hair'.

"This angel-hair stuff itches like crazy," explained Alex evilly,
"It will DEFINITELY keep our little angel's attention all night
long!"

"We'll have to do something to make sure she remains angelic,"
responded Leah, "otherwise she might scratch the her 'little
thing' off by morning."

After the diaper, they added white lace-trimmed rubber pants with
a pink bonnet, and they made me suck on a pacifier - which was
tied in place by pulling a pink ribbon behind my head. Then they
took more pictures for what they called the "permanent record".

Their next move, was to force my hands together in a single pair
of socks and bind my wrists behind my back with a second ribbon.
Finally, they tied several strands of ribbon around my legs and
ankles and bound my ankles and my penis ribbon to my wrists thus
leaving me effectively hog tied.

"These diapers will ensure that you don't wet your bed even if
you DO wet yourself, Sissy; and the photos will guarantee that
you keep your mouth shut about tonight forever," Rhonda said in a
threatening tone. "If you tell anyone about this, you're sure to
find these pictures all over the bulletin boards at school and I
guarantee they'll be a BIG hit in the school yearbook!"

Needless to say, my bed was dry that night - but my diapers
weren't. My captors punished me for that by making me wear a
clothes pin on my chastened penis all the next morning.

I guess the real lesson I learned from this experience was not to
even think about abusing a girl or woman. I found out the hard
way that they can dream up more unpleasant ways to get even with
you than you could ever imagine!

I never saw the pictures the girls took, but I know lots of kids
at school did because I heard about them countless times. I kept
my mouth shut just like Rhonda told me to and never told the
story of the babysitter's revenge to anyone - until now.