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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
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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