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Inexperienced Nanny
by Enigma Desparatus (enigma_desparatus@hotmail.com)

***

Nikki, a sixteen-year old student trying to earn some 
money, takes a job babysitting two young teenagers for 
the night. Unfortunately for her, whilst they may be 
young, they are by no means innocent. (mf-teens, 
youths, nc, v, bd)

***

Nikki checked to make sure she had the right address 
before ringing the doorbell. It was a nice house, at 
least on the outside. One of the best neighborhoods, 
with a neat lawn, well-painted walls and plenty of 
windows. With any luck, that might mean that the 
parents paid her a lot better than she usually got for 
a night's work of babysitting.

The greeting process was pretty tame, thankfully. The 
parents were both in their mid-forties, and wanted to 
spend a Friday night together at some expensive 
restaurant. They were both dressed very formally, as 
they were probably going to see a show of some sort 
later, too. The kids were thirteen and fourteen years 
old, named Gary and Jason, respectively. Both were 
large for their age - practically as tall as the petite 
sixteen-year old Nikki. The father, however, had 
whispered to her that they had some maturity issues, 
just on the way out the door.

Jason and Gary did indeed look unusually young, which 
contradicted with their muscular and large bodies. They 
both wore tight fitting T-shirts and ripped denim 
jeans, and spent the first hour or so killing each 
other in a video game in the basement. Nikki was 
content with that. She had a massive English assignment 
due Monday, and she was hoping to spend the evening at 
least outlining her essay.

Nikki was sixteen years old, and going to the local 
public school. Although she was born in America, her 
skin had still had a noticeably trace of Latin American 
ethnicity - from her father's side. She had deep green 
eyes, and kept her black hair straight, cut just above 
the shoulders. She was smaller and lighter than most 
girls her age, although it came completely naturally - 
no dieting at all. She was also a fair bit smarter. 
Still, her 'boyfriend' had just broken up with her over 
the phone, and she wasn't really in the mood to enter 
the social battlefield anytime soon.

This particular evening, Nikki was wearing a dark green 
tube top and a black leather skirt that ended a few 
inches above her knees. On her feet were a pair of 
five-inch strapless black high heels. She very rarely 
dressed like this, but somehow felt it would be 
appropriate to wear her most expensive clothes. She had 
planned to spend the evening at the movie theatre, but 
she needed the money fairly badly. And besides, the 
husband might find her attractive, ergo extra cash.

"We want you to play a game," came the voice of Gary, 
the younger of the two brothers. The two had just 
thundered up the basement stairs to the dining room, 
where Nikki was slowly extracting quotations from 
'Great Expectations'. Secretly, she had hoped that the 
two boys could keep themselves occupied for the 
evening, but it was technically her duty to find ways 
for them to amuse themselves.

"Alright, what do you want to play?" she asked, 
innocently.

"It's called Hostage," said the elder Jason, smiling 
broadly. Seeing the look of confusion spread over his 
supervisor's face, he elaborated. "One of us is the 
Villon, and the other is the Police. The Villon kidnaps 
the Hostage and hides her somewhere. Now, we each have 
these Nerf guns, and whoever kills the other one first 
wins."

"I don't see why you need a hostage," said Nikki, 
starting to see where this is going. "Couldn't you two 
just shoot each other without me?"

"But that takes away the entire point of the game," 
whined Gary. "Because if the Villon is in trouble, he 
can shoot the Hostage. The Police automatically lose 
some points, but the Villon loses Respect."

"So will you play?" asked Jason, eagerly. "Please? 
Please?"

"Alright," said Nikki, resigning herself to be a pawn 
in a bizarre children's game. "So who do I get to be - 
the Villan or the Police?"

"You're the Hostage," answered Jason. "I mean, you're 
the only girl, right?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" demanded 
Nikki. She contemplated lecturing them on feminism, but 
figured it was the wrong crowd.

"Well, you know, like on TV and stuff. The villains 
never kidnap a guy, or anything. It's just not how it 
works," said Gary.

"Alright, fine," said Nikki, completely giving up. 
"What does the Hostage do?"

"Okay, well, Gary's the Police," said Jason. "He goes 
to his room and waits there for five minutes. After 
that, we start playing the game. You come with me."

Gary immediately ran upstairs to his room, where they 
heard a door close. Jason grabbed one of her arms, and 
pulled her out of her chair. He then dragged her into 
the kitchen, where he reached into a drawer and pulled 
out a thick roll of bright red duct tape. Nikki's eyes 
widened, but Jason ignored her.

"Alright, bitch. I've kidnapped you, so you have to do 
whatever the fuck I say. You don't to that, I kill you, 
and you're dead, got it?" Jason was holding a small 
pistol that shot rubber darts. Nikki was surprised by 
his attitude, but decided to go along with it, for 
fun's sake.

"Yes sir. Of course, sir," she stammered, pretending to 
be afraid. Jason ignored her and turned her around. In 
no time at all he had wrapped her hands tightly behind 
her back with the several layers of duct tape. Nikki 
instinctively tried to free her hands, but found her 
wrists were bound tightly together, her palms facing 
out. She actually couldn't do anything.

"Good, now get down on your knees and face me," 
demanded Jason. Nikki complied. The discomfort her high 
heels had brought her was over, although the wooden 
floor provided no comfort for her exposed knees. "How 
do your hands feel?"

"Pretty tight, I guess," said Nikki. Whilst kneeling, 
her face come up to his crotch, which was only a few 
inches away from her. As this thought went through her 
mind, she was completely off-guard for a surprisingly 
sharp slap across her cheek. She managed to keep her 
balance, but couldn't even touch her reddened face as 
her hands were bound.

"Sir!" said Jason. "The next time you fuck up like 
that, it'll be more than a slap."

"Hey, watch it, no hitting, sir," said Nikki, trying to 
both suck up to her surprisingly young captor and 
enforce a no-violence rule. Jason ignored her, and 
instead grabbed a small cloth in the kitchen sink.

"Open wide," demanded Jason. Nikki was now worried, but 
knew that that slap across her face had hurt, badly. 
The kid was young, but he could cause her pain. With 
her hands behind her back, she was running out of 
options. She complied, and felt the dish cloth stuffed 
deep in her mouth, her cheeks bulging out. It was still 
a little soapy, although she could hardly complain. 
Jason quickly ripped off three or four strips of duct 
tape and completely covered everything from her nose to 
her chin. Combined with the cloth in her mouth, Nikki 
could do little other than groan.

Jason than grabbed one of her ears and painfully pulled 
her to her feet. He then led Nikki down into the 
basement, who was walking awkwardly as Jason continued 
to pinch her ear, hard. He pulled her in this 
uncomfortable fashion into an unfinished portion of the 
basement, and then into a fairly large but oddly empty 
storage room. There was only one overhead light, which 
was off. The floor and walls were all uneven, as she 
noted when Jason pushed her to her knees in a corner.

"Balance on your knees, bitch," said Jason. Nikki 
complied. Her forehead was pressed against the corner 
as her feet were brought fairly high in the air. Jason 
then taped her ankles together tightly. He then did 
something behind her back which she couldn't quite see.

"You have to keep your feet in the air this entire 
time. All your weight should be on your head and knees. 
I've sprinkled talc powder around the floor, so if you 
try to lower your feet to ease the pain, I'll know. If 
you shuffle your knees, sit down, drop your feet, or 
anything else, I'll know. If the powder is at all 
disturbed, there'll be hell to pay. Now kneel and think 
about it, bitch."

As the door closed Nikki was left in darkness. She was 
actually genuinely worried. She was tightly gagged, and 
there was no way anyone would here her muffled groans. 
Her hands were tightly taped in the small of her back. 
Her knees were the only things touching the bumpy 
ground, as her feet were tied and in the air. Jason was 
right. The floor was very uncomfortable, and her knees 
were already starting to ache.

After five minutes, the pain was almost unbearable. 
Nikki had nothing to distract herself, so she ended up 
focusing on the pain. Her small knees were supporting 
almost one hundred pounds of her weight. They were 
beginning to burn, and she wondered how much longer she 
would have to hold this position. Then she wondered 
what she had gotten herself into.

Five minutes later, she was exhausted. She had heard 
nothing the entire time. Yes, there was the talc 
powder, but she was willing to risk it. Very carefully, 
she let the tips of her high-heeled shoes touch the 
ground. Almost immediately, the pain eased up. The tips 
of her shoes were very pointed, and she hoped Jason 
couldn't see the slight disturbances in the talc powder 
she had made. No matter. Now that the pressure was 
divided, it still hurt, but not as much.

Twenty minutes later, Nikki heard footsteps nearby. She 
immediately raised her feet again. Her toes and knees 
were both hurting now, as after half an hour, she was 
surprised she wasn't crying. Her knees were in immense 
pain. Her arms were in some pain, too, as having one's 
hands bound behind the back for half an hour was 
uncomfortable. Even her mouth was getting sick of the 
taste of cloth inside her mouth.

"Alright, bitch! The Police is dead! I win! I win!" 
Jason was celebrating. He walked over to her. "Here 
that, bitch? You got no rescue now. But now I gotta 
know if you cheated." He glanced at the talc powder. 
"Looks like you were clean, so, hey - what the FUCK is 
this?" Jason pulled her feet down, and the small 
imprints on the powder exactly matched the tips of her 
shoes.

"Thought you could get away with it, bitch? Thought you 
could cheat me?" Nikki wondered what was happening, He 
pulled her up by her ear again, although she almost 
collapsed from the relief. Her knees were completely 
red. But the game was over, wasn't it?

"Oh yeah, there's something I might have forgotten to 
tell you," said Gary, who walked in the room. "Since 
I'm dead, you don't have any rescue. I know this never 
happens in the movies, but that means the Villon gets 
to keep you, you know? Do what he wants."

"Yeah. You're my permanent bitch now. I was thinking I 
would make you do my homework, but that's so boring." 
Jason placed a hand on each of her breasts and 
squeezed. Nikki's eyes went completely wide. She tried 
to step back, but her feet were bound together, 
preventing any kind of movement. She was, in effect, 
completely helpless.

"Now, obviously, I have to punish you, 'cause you 
cheated and didn't kneel right," said Jason. "So I was 
thinking, what's the right kind of punishment for a 
girl like you?" Despite his age, Jason was surprisingly 
sinister. "So for starters, I was thinking we could 
play a game of Show and Tell."

Jason stepped behind her and placed his hand on her 
neck. The two brothers led her up to the kitchen, which 
was difficult, as Nikki had to awkwardly hop the entire 
time. Gary reached into a drawer and pulled out what 
appeared to be a dog collar. Jason pushed Nikki to her 
knees, and Gary attached and tightened the collar 
around her neck, completing it all with a small lock on 
the back, making it impossible to take off. Gary held 
up a remote control.

"We used to have a dog named Nutsy. This is a shock 
collar, and it can give you up to nine volts of 
electricity. It works anywhere within two hundred 
meters, too. The idea is, if you try anything stupid, I 
just press this button here," Gary pressed the button. 
There was a brief pause.

Nikki immediately fell to the ground. The shock had 
effectively removed control of her entire body. She 
tried to yell, tried to extend her limbs, but nothing 
happened. Her hips and head shot out wildly.

"And that happens. So don't do anything stupid." Jason 
picked her up from the kitchen floor. Nikki blinked 
back involuntary tears. The pain was completely unlike 
any she'd felt before. She simply lost control of her 
body as a sharp pain exploded through every nerve in 
her body. What the fuck had she gotten herself into? 
Jason dragged her upstairs to his room, which was still 
tedious because of the high heels and taped legs. Gary 
handed Jason the remote control, and closed the door as 
he left the older kids alone.

"Alright Nikki. I'm going to untie your hands. If you 
do anything stupid, I will just keep pressing the 
button. After a few shocks, you become too tired to do 
anything at all. Don't make me do that." Jason pulled 
out a Swiss Army Knife and quickly cut through the tape 
binding Nikki's hands behind her back.

Nikki ripped off the rest of the tape on her wrists. It 
felt very, very good to be free. She automatically 
placed one hand to her mouth to try to rip off the tape 
gag. Immediately, however, she felt an extremely sharp 
pain on her ass. She turned around to find Jason 
holding a horse crop - the type used to whip horses 
into action. With a flick of the wrist he struck her 
square in the right breast with the crop, sending 
another spike of pain into her body.

"The gag, however, stays on," said Jason, patting the 
tip of the crop in his hand. "Now, I've always been 
curious as to what a girl's body really looks like. You 
know, find things out by myself. So, the first thing 
we're going to do if get that tank top off you. Toss it 
on my bed when you're done."

Nikki complied, hooking her fingers under the rim of 
her dark green tube. Slowly, she pulled the tube over 
her head and tossed it onto the Queen-sized bed. Jason 
smiled as Nikki instinctively folder her arms over her 
chest. Jason, however, was not one to respect her 
privacy.

"Now, now," he said. He lightly tapped her bare stomach 
with the crop. "Place your hands on the back of your 
head, fingers laced." Nikki reluctantly complied, 
letting her breasts hang down for the teenagers to see. 
Jason smiled again. He walked up to her and placed one 
breast in each hands. He felt each one over thoroughly, 
and pulled them in every direction. He then pinched her 
nipples very hard, waiting to see tears appear in 
Nikki's eyes before he finally let go.

"Very good. You could do well if you weren't so 
reluctant. Now, that skirt, take it off."

Nikki complied, tears in her eyes. She was being 
molested by someone who was still in Grade school. When 
had he even hit puberty? Last week? The tight leather 
skirt Nikki was wearing a had a small zipped on one 
side, which she undid. The leather skirt fell in a 
puddle at her feet, which she hopped out of. Her crotch 
was scantily covered by a white G-string thong.

"Now, bitch, you have two choices. Either you can take 
off you're little undergarment, or I can spank you 
twenty times, as hard as I like, with this crop. Which 
one would you like?"

Nikki pointed at the crop. As much as she hated pain, 
she would hate to lose her virginity to some punk like 
this. Jason glanced at the crop, and made a slight 
sigh. "Very well, twenty spanks, however I so choose. 
So, bitch, get down on your knees and press your 
forehead to the floor. Lace your hands behind your 
head."

Nikki complied. Jason then effectively sat on her, 
placing one knee on either side of her torso. He was 
facing backwards, and had an excellent view of her ass. 
With no hesitation whatsoever, he raised the riding 
crop and spanked her ass with all his might.

The pain was, understandably, extreme. The crop was 
designed to spur horses, not humans. Nikki cried in 
pain, although her gag blocked any noise. With her feet 
still bound, it was impossible to even kick. Whip after 
whip, Nikki felt spikes of pain jostle her ass. Tears 
streaked down her face, but she was completely 
helpless. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, 
Jason smacked her ass for the last time, and 
dismounted. Nikki tentatively rose to her feet. Thanks 
to her G-string thong, her cheeks were fully exposed, 
and each one had sharp stripes across it. Tears coated 
her face.

"Now, bitch," said Jason, patting his hand with the 
crop again, "would you like another round, or remove 
your thong?" Nikki was crying and unable to argue. She 
knew that she would probably collapse if she had to 
take another 20 strokes. Instead, silently, she undid 
the small knots on either side of her underwear, 
letting the white garment fall silently to the floor. 
Jason bent down and cut the tape binding her ankles 
together.

"Good, now spread your legs," demanded Jason. Nikki 
complied. Jason carefully examined her crotch, 
including her vagina. Tentatively, he let his riding 
crop move up her left thigh, hover around her crotch, 
and then down her other thigh. He repeated this motion 
for several minutes.

"Well, I think that's you're lesson for tonight," said 
Jason. "My parents will be home in an hour, so this fun 
has to stop. I'm sorry." Jason walked up to her and, in 
one swift motion, pulled off all five layers of tape 
across her mouth. Nikki didn't even flinch - the pain 
was really irrelevant. He pulled the cloth out of her 
mouth, although Nikki remained silent.

"Mommy, mommy!" cried Gary, bursting into the room. 
Tears were swelling in his eyes. His face was red. He 
collapsed at the floor before Nikki. "Mommy, the lady 
kept hitting us. Every time we did something she hit 
us. She hit us, she hit us with her hand and her strap 
and..." Gary collapsed into sobs.

"So," said Jason, calmly, "if you mention this, it 
wouldn't go over so well, understand? You know how 
mothers have that instinct to protect their children. 
Who's she going to believe: you, or me?"

Nikki had already gotten dressed in an amazing speed. 
She was silent. She calmly walked out of room and back 
to the dining room. After making sure it didn't look 
like she'd been crying for an hour or so, she resumed 
her English project. Jason was so damn right. There was 
no way the parents would believe their two young 
children tied up and abused an older nanny. No point 
getting upset.

"Oh," said Jason, from the staircase. "My parents will 
be out again next week. We had a lot of fun together, 
so maybe you can come back!"

END

This story has been the work of the author 'Enigma 
Desparatus'. If you would like to comment on the story, 
or request a story of any type, e-mail the author at: 
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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