Tales of the Pandeic 5 - Renee the Babysitter

- by Alvo Torelli, June, 2020

(M+f, b+f, Ff, humil, bond, best, con, gang)

If you need to start at the beginning of the story - please go here .

Part II: Training

"Kneel!" Camilla commanded from Renee's side. "Kneel, slut, and serve your masters!"

Kneeling was much easier said than done. Renee's heels were so high she could barely balance on them, and her arms were tightly bound to her back, throwing her balance off even further. But Marcus and Malik took pity on her and stepped up to grasp her by the elbows. She was even more grateful to see Jamal place a thick cushion in front of her. It was amazing how quickly she'd come to be thankful for the tiniest kindness. But as they lowered her knees to the thick cushion she realized that it increased her kneeling height - placing her exactly where she needed to be to stare eye to 'eye' with all those massive, black phalluses.

They moved closer. There was nowhere for her to go! The huge cocks closed in on her, menacing her. She was so helpless - but she was just as excited. She didn't know what she was supposed to do. Should she be aggressive? No, no, she was their submissive little white slut, and... OH! One of the throbbing cocks swept across her lips, then another touched her cheek. They got even closer. She parted her pouty, pretty lips, waiting. A drop of precum wet her lower lip. Another dampened her high cheekbone. Someone's cock brushed through her hair, then along her jawline. They were everywhere! Teasing her, torturing her, humiliating her. She felt her own cunny juices dripping down the insides of her thighs, its own kind of tickling torture.

Renee slid her tongue out over her lower lip, waiting, hoping. She was presented with the bulbous knob of someone's big cock - she had no idea whose cock was whose - and she flicked her tongue over it, desperate for another taste of man-flesh. Why did she want this so much? In her peripheral vision, she saw them stroking their cocks all around her, even as they touched her face and stroked her smooth white skin with the long, thick, dark poles.

Another cock moved in closer and she pressed her face forward to lick the length of it. Her collar was so restrictive! She could only lean her head to the side a little bit, frustrating her need to get at the long dick. But another dick came at her from the other side and suddenly she had a huge mouthful of black flesh. God! He was so big. Her lips stretched wide to accommodate his girth. She gagged as he touched the back of her throat, then he was gone. Another cock was in her mouth in an instant - stroking in and out through her wide-stretched lips, sliding across her tongue. But it was gone just as suddenly, only to be replaced by another. She sucked at cock after cock, eager and desperate. Her lips and tongue could feel the blood pounding through the hard, huge poles. Each cock had its own slightly distinctive flavor, the taste of men, hard, eager, horny men. Even as she sucked each cock the others kept touching her face and jawline. Someone pulled at her hair and she understood he was stroking himself with her blonde locks. Then another did the same. But always there was a cock in her mouth - never for more than a few seconds each, but always someone.

Renee heard the men's eery silence give way to small moans of pleasure and excitement as they molested her face faster and faster. Her own body trembled with anticipation. Her cunny spasmed over and over, on the edge of orgasm without even being touched.

The massive eruptions of cum came one after another, an uninterrupted torrent of hot, thick jism onto her upturned face. And even as the first wave of viscous semen slashed across her waiting tongue, an orgasm burst into life from her aching, hungry pussy. Much of the men's seed went directly into Renee's mouth. She swallowed and swallowed. The taste was amazing. The cloying fluid coated every bit of her mouth and tongue, impossible to escape. But there was plenty of ejaculate left over to coat her pretty face with big, thick globs of cum. God! There was so much. With ever swallow there was more, and she felt it sliding along her nose and cheeks to her chin, dripping down on to her young breasts and tickling her nipples.

All five tall, dark men stepped back at the same moment to stare down at their little white captive, coated in sticky, thick cream and trembling in orgasm, blushing crimson with intense shame, unable to conceal her intense arousal and pleasure from their wicked abuse.

"It's about time!" Grandpa Joe rasped from the background. "If you boys are finally finished playing, it's time for my nap! Let's get to it. I ain't gettin' any younger."

Raucous laughter filled the room. But Renee realized almost at once that they weren't laughing at Grandpa Joe - they were laughing at her.

Suddenly someone was there with a warm, wet rag to clean Renee's face and breasts. The harsh whisper in her ear told her it was Camilla. "I hope you didn't think you were done for the day, little slut. Around here we do things by seniority - and Grandpa Joe is first, ah, up, if you get my drift. Don't worry about him being so old, little girl. He may have just turned eighty - but he's had lots of experience and I guarantee he'll satisfy you, eventually."

Camilla's words were like a lash against the young girl's mind as she realized their horrifying import. This was not what she had imagined! This was not what she had prepared herself for, dreamed of, saved herself for!

"Well now, family!" Camilla said loudly as she rose to her feet and pulled Renee up to stand next to her. "Before Grandpa Joe goes to take his, ah, nap - I have a couple of announcements about our dear little Renee and I have one last present for her - for now."

Renee's eyes went wider. What could Camilla mean? But it came to her in a flash. No, no! Please, Camilla! You can't tell them!

"You see," Camilla continued, holding Renee by the ring at the back of her collar to emphasize how helpless the poor girl was, "your new little sex-toy has a couple of secrets. Don't you, sweetie?"

Renee could feel herself blush yet again, despite all the degradations she'd already endured. There was no end to her shame. But she submissively nodded her head yes in response to Camilla's gibe even as she prayed Camilla wouldn't tell them.

"Do you want to tell them, slut?" Renee shook her violently, chaffing at the awful high metal collar around her throat. She couldn't! "Okay then, I'll tell them. First of all - our little Renee is on the pill! That's right, she came here planning on having sex. And even better - I found her pills in her suitcase before I burned all of her clothes - so I can tell you that it's a brand new prescription, one that she got just for this occasion. And do you want to know why? Because our young whore thought she was going to come here and seduce my Jamal, that's why!"

Laughter broke out across the room, half directed at Renee and half of it good-natured jabs at Camilla's husband and his past indiscretion with Renee.

"Oh but gentlemen, that's just the first of Renee's little secrets," Camilla went on. "Our Renee takes great pleasure in all the rumors that fly around town about what a promiscuous, hot little piece of ass she is. Half the town knows she's been fucking Jack Richardson since she was fourteen and half of those are sure she's been fucking his boys too. Half the boys at the high school will swear on a stack of bibles they've done the nasty with her, even a couple of the teachers are known to be her lovers. And who could deny that she's been fucking her daddy for a couple of years? But surely she hasn't had so many men and boys. She's only fifteen. So tell them, Renee, tell them how many many have really fucked you. Tell them how big a slut you really are! Is it five men, ten men, twenty? Tell them!"

Renee trembled with misery and shook her head back and forth. "No, no, no!" she moaned.

"Tell them, you stupid cunt!" Camilla barked. She grabbed one of Renee's nipples and twisted it painfully to drive home her total domination of the little girl. "Tell. Them. The. Truth!"

"Ow, ow! None! None! Oh god, oh god, please! I'm a virgin!"

Silence fell across the room of men, silence louder than their laughter. Renee's pretty young face burned with shame as they all stared at her, readjusted their view of her. And then, slowly, each of them turned to frown with envy at the old man on the edge of the group, Grandpa Joe, who smirked back at all of them as if he'd known all along. "'Bout time for my nap, Camilla. Let's get on with it," the wizened old man growled.

"Just one last thing, Joe," Camilla said with a reflection of her father-in-law's smirk. "Our little plaything wouldn't know how to find her way around unless we had some way to lead her, would she?"

"Sounds about right," Grandpa Joe responded.

"So I made our little slut-toy a special leash, just for the occasion," Camilla said triumphantly and she held up a black leather leash.

But this was no regular leash! As Renee looked at it and began to understand, a whole new horror crept over her. No! It couldn't be! Please, no, not that! But it was far too late for Renee to stop anything Camilla or the others might do to her. She thought she'd understood, but she was really just a sweet, innocent, virgin girl who had no idea the depths she was agreeing to when she nodded and accepted the collar that would now be used to lead her about like an animal. But not just the collar. No, her new leash was so much worse!

There was no simple clasp at the end of the evil black leash. Instead, the leather split into two strands, each about six inches long. And at the end of each strand was a small clip, with a strong, biting spring - clips that were just the right size to bite into a little girl's sensitive, young, pink nipples - nipples that had never been touched by a man, or a boy, before this very day.

As they all watched, mesmerized, Camilla threaded the leash through the loop at the front of Renee's tall, silver collar. The child winced as the first clamp pinched her left nipple. Her tight corset prevented more than a small gasp as the second clip bit into her right nipple. She pulled and tugged at her bound arms in desperation, unable to stop herself, then subsided into small, panting moans. When Camilla pulled at the leash to lead her forward, she stumbled forward and nearly screamed as the leash pulled at her tender, perfect breasts. She was going to have to learn quickly how to walk in the high heeled boots!

Grandpa Joe's old eyes twinkled with delight as he accepted the end of Renee's leash from Camilla. "Well now, that's more like it," he said. "Nap time."

Jayden and his camera stayed ahead of Grandpa Joe as he led Renee up a flight of stairs, with Taylor and the other camera close behind. She felt like a pony on a lead. It was so degrading. And the leash kept yanking at her poor nipples! She concentrated on every step, terrified of stumbling. The heels of her boots threw off her posture and with her arms so tightly bound she could barely keep her balance as they climbed.

Renee wasn't sure what was happening. Why did the two boys and their cameras proceed them into a tiny room off the landing, where a child-sized bed could be seen to stretch from wall to wall? Why did Grandpa Joe keep talking about his nap? Silently the boys stationed themselves to two different sides of the tiny, windowless room. It was barely bigger than a closet. Grandpa Joe jerked on the leash when Renee hesitated to enter. She squeaked in pain and fright, then submissively followed the old man over to the bed, where he turned her around and released her arms from their bondage behind her back. Pain shot through her shoulders at the release, but it was wonderful to have her arms free.

"Well now, little toy," Grandpa Joe said. "I've seen what you can do with that pretty mouth of yours. Let's see what we can do with the rest of you. But since we won't be needin' that pretty mouth, and I don't like listenin' to no screamin', let's start with this." From somewhere Grandpa Joe produced a frightening black object hanging from a leather strap with a shiny metal buckle.

Renee looked at the penis-gag with terror, even though her brain was still trying to get past the old man's reference to 'screamin'.' She tried to take a step back, away from him, but a tug on her evil nipple-leash brought her up short with another loud gasp of pain.

"See what I mean?" the ancient man said. "Too much screamin'. It gives me a headache when all I want is a simple nap! Go on, girl, get busy. Put that on!" He snapped the leash again to drive home his point and it was all Renee could do not to outright scream.

With rapidly rising fear, Renee took the penis-gag from the grizzled old hand. The soft rubber penis was almost six inches long, and it was easily as big around as any of the men downstairs. She didn't have to put it in her mouth to know how excruciatingly unpleasant it would be to have it locked into her mouth for more than a few minutes. But another quick snap at her horrible leash told her to quit stalling. She had to open wide, stretching the sides of her young lips to force the thick dildo-gag into her mouth. She got barely half its length into her mouth before she started to gag. She couldn't take any more.

"Buckle that tight now, girlie. That can't be comin' loose any time soon!"

Renee used both hands to fumble with the buckle behind her head, but it wouldn't catch! Oh god, no, the strap wasn't even long enough! What was she supposed to do?

"Hurry up, slut! My nap can't wait all day!"

Another snap at the leash and Renee wanted to cry. She pushed the gag in farther, forcing another half-inch into her mouth. God, it was so big! It hit her uvula and made her gag. Ow, ow, please, stop! She wanted to scream at the old man who kept impatiently snapping the terrible leash. Oh please! She tried to relax her throat. A little more, then a little more. Oh god, she couldn't breathe. It was filling her throat. She kept gagging, trying to expel it by force.

"Now, girlie! When your master says now, he means it!"

Ow, ow, ow! Every snap of the leash stung worse. Try harder. Do what the old man says. Renee tried the straps again. Yes, the straps went into the buckle. But no! The buckle wouldn't catch. Oh if only she could pull it a little tighter. Relax, relax, try to swallow. Agghhhh! The gag suddenly slid the rest of the way down Renee's throat! The straps pressed against the sides of her mouth.

But she was choking! It was too much! Her throat spasmed again and again as she gagged. Please, please, don't throw up! Oh god, help! She felt the buckle catch and terror swept over. No! She had to get it out! In a panic she fumbled at the buckle, trying to get it loose. But before she could loosen it, the ancient grandfather reached behind her and slipped a tiny padlock through the buckle to lock it in place until he was ready to release her. She was trapped!

Renee couldn't stop herself from scrabbling at the buckle with both hands, desperate to get the choking, humiliating cock-gag out of her throat and mouth. Her panic overwhelmed her. It was so hard to breathe and her gag reflex kept making her whole throat spasm.

"Oh don't be such a baby," Grandpa Joe said. "Trust me, you'll thank me later. A few hours of that training gag is just what you need."

Hours?! Training gag?! Training for what?! NOOOOO! But Renee had only a second for these terrifying questions before another yank at her leash sent her reeling towards the bed. A hand spun her around and she sprawled onto the narrow bed on her back. The bed was barely big enough for her, like a bed for a six or seven-year-old. The uncovered mattress was thin.

The man was old, but he was quick. In a flash the young girl's wrist cuffs were attached to clips on the sides of the headboard, stretching her arms wide and up above her head. Just like that, she was defenseless, yet again. Renee looked around wildly, her natural instincts telling her to flee. But all she saw was the grinning faces of the two boys and the reflections from the lenses of their cameras. The horrible gag continued to fill her with panic.

Then she saw the old man disrobing and the sight chilled her. She yanked at the headboard in fright. He was so old! He was wrinkled and hairy and bony. With disgust she watched him remove his upper teeth, a set of dentures, and drop them into a glass of water on the side table. He turned to face her and Renee learned a great truth: an old man can still have a huge cock. His rigid, black pole was easily nine inches long!

"Well now, girlie," the ancient said. His words were oddly slurred without his dentures. "I'm an old man, and I like my daily nap. And there ain't no better way to start a really fine nap than a nice hard fuck with a pretty little girl."

Renee wanted to scream, but of course she couldn't. No, no, please! She would have begged, Not my first time! Not with you. Please! Flashes of her silly young desires to give her virginity to handsome Jamal or Jack Richardson swept through her tortured mind. Please, not this horrible wizened old man!

It suddenly came to Renee that all of this had been planned. During the same week that she'd been scheming to get birth control pills and naively dreaming of Jamal Jackson's big black cock, they'd been preparing for her arrival - the equipment, the bondage, the clips on the side of the headboard - it was all in preparation to enslave her. And every step of the way was paved with her humiliation! Forcing her to lose her virginity, on camera, to an eighty-year-old man was just the next step in her degradation.

But Renee had no time left for thoughts as the old man loomed over her, his gigantic cock already standing at attention. "Let's hear a cheer for Viagra!" he chortled down at her with his macabre, loose grin. "Oh, I near forgot, you ain't gonna be doin' no cheerin' for a while, ha, ha!" As he tormented her, he took hold of her ankle and lifted it back, over her head. He was old, but he was strong enough to deal with a little girl and in a second the boot on Renee's left ankle was clipped in beside her left wrist. "But you'll cheer later, girlie. You'll cheer for the little blue pill that lets this old man keep it hard and ready as long as it takes." With force, Grandpa Joe dealt with Renee's other leg, clipping her right ankle next to her right wrist, high on the side of the headboard. She was spread wide in a terribly humiliating and vulnerable position. "And babycakes, at my age it can take a while!"

There was now just enough room on the tiny bed for him to kneel in front of the little girl's bound position. The old man once again took ahold of her leash, flicking it once to remind her of what it did to her sensitive little pink nipples. He pressed in closer, spreading his legs around her upturned ass as she squirmed in rising panic until his huge cock was pressed along her wet pussy. He was so big! The bulbous knob of his throbbing cock rested on her hairless mons, like a head resting on a soft, comfy pillow. It looked huge against her pale white skin. With one hand he pressed his shaft along her wet channel and started to grind it against her. With the other, he pulled at her leash again.

"It sure is clear how much you enjoy all this, little slut," Grandpa Joe growled. "The fear, the pain," he flicked the leash, "the panic and discomfort," he tapped on her horrible penis-gag, "all mixed together with the pleasure," he pushed harder against her cunny, grinding even faster. "Your so wet and excited! You're practically creaming already." Renee realized he was talking for the cameras as much as for her. Now and then he leered at one or the other for a second. "You are, aren't you, slut. Tell me!" He slid along her pussy faster, his big black cock starting to glisten with her wetness. "Do you like it, cunt, all of it?! Tell me!"

Oh god, no, please! But Renee was truly starting to understand her place in this nightmare drama. She looked into Jayden's camera and nodded her head as best she could, given her tall, restricting collar and the continued gagging spasms in her throat. Another painful tug at her leash encouraged her to improve her response, so she nodded more vigorously, despite the discomfort. And as she nodded she realized it was true, it was all true. All the horrors were combining in a way that turned her on incredibly. She was going to cum, and second - and she knew it showed on her pretty face. No wonder the cameras were there.

Renee started cumming. Her whole body trembled and her face betrayed the shame of her incredible pleasure.

And the old man chose that moment to ram his cock into the little girl's tight, virgin pussy.

Her back arched as a new kind of pain flooded through her, the pain of something much too big tearing its way deep inside her. But her orgasm was too strong, too much in control of her mind to let the pain take away her pleasure. Instead, the pain combined with the pleasure to form something new, something greater. Renee, the fifteen-year-old pretty blonde babysitter, reached a new height of erotic experience. On her very first fuck; bound, raped, and tormented by a wrinkled man of eighty; she achieved a level of sexual rapture few would ever know. She was soon to learn how addictive such an experience would be.

The old man came down on top of her and really started to fuck her. His hairy chest pressed into her face and his strong hands grabbed her thighs. His thick, long cock went in and out of her like a jackhammer. Bound and buried beneath him, Renee was helpless to do anything but let the old man rape her for as long as he wanted. And as long as he fucked her, she knew she wouldn't come down off her incredible climax.

He'd warned her. It can take an old man a long, long time to achieve orgasm.

Anyone watching - and after all, possibly many would watch the movie that would be carefully edited later from the two different cameras - could only be impressed that a man of such advanced age could have so much energy! He pounded the little girl's tight cunt without mercy. His old hips rose and fell against her bound form at an astounding speed. The Viagra could keep him hard, but it couldn't speed up the time it took his elderly body to build up the sensations needed to trigger his sagging, wrinkled balls to release one more precious load of his old, thick seed.

Of course, the child was incredibly beautiful and incredibly tight - every man's dream of a little white fuck-slave. She was completely helpless - Grandpa Joe's favorite way to fuck a girl. And despite her tortuous gag, she was moaning with orgasmic pleasure. All of this helped to speed him along. Still, he was eighty.

Renee endured ten minutes of constant pounding before there was even a sign that the awful old man was getting truly aroused. He slid his old hands to her ass and grunted, "Yeah, yeah, you little whore, you hot little cunt!" His nasty words were like sugar sprinkled atop the greatest dessert. After another ten minutes of hard fucking and constant insults, Renee's mind was reeling. Her insane orgasm was torture. So much time trembling under the old man's barrage was exhausting her. And still, he kept fucking her.

Suddenly the old man reached up to find the evil leash again. No, no, I can't take it! Renee's mind screamed. But the tug at her sensitive nipples only accentuated the overall torture of her pleasure. Her brain had accepted the pain as part of her need - part of what it meant to be fully satisfied by a man. Her head thrashed back and forth while he fucked her and used the leash to make her little titties dance.

She lost track of all time. There was only fucking, nipples, throat, aching hips, and shoulders, more fucking, nastier, degrading insults. It was all so incredibly wonderful!

The old man finally climaxed. He growled low and nasty as he emptied squirt after squirt of hot seed into her aching little body. And then he simply pulled out of her and rose from the bed - as if she wasn't worth any more of his time. "Now I should have a real nice nap!" was all the old man said as he collected the glass with his teeth and left the room, never even looking back. Jayden and Taylor both smirked at Renee - who'd nearly forgotten they were filming her entire ordeal - before they, too, left the room and closed the door, turning off the light. Renee was pitched into darkness; alone, bound, and horribly gagged.

No! No! Please! You can't leave me like this! Renee screamed in her mind.

But of course, they could, and they did.

The full horror of bondage will only be understood by the sweet, unsuspecting victim, when she's left alone - immobile, helpless, blind, filled with her own fears with no way to escape them. It's best if she's extremely uncomfortable; blood running to the wrong parts of her body, something to continuously remind her of her predicament, nothing she can do about it. Such is the way to make a new slave fully cognizant of what she's lost.

Renee had left her family and agreed to be a live-in babysitter for Jayden and his cousins - cousins! - all to escape the desperately boring social isolation of the awful pandemic-induced stay-at-home orders. And now she found herself more isolated and desperate than she'd ever thought possible! It felt like hours and hours! Alone, uncomfortable, barely able to move, breathing shallowly through her nose, trying not to gag. Every creak or footfall she heard frightened her. And the terrible thoughts that kept creeping into her brain - so awful! Visions of all those huge dark cocks and terrible, wicked smirks. Cameras! Surely they could never do things as awful to her as the things her mind wouldn't stop imagining. But then again, she'd never imagined she would lose her precious virginity to a weathered, mean, octogenarian. She'd never imagined sweet Mrs. Jackson would attach a leash to her tender nipples! Waves of shame seemed to pass over her with each new memory, each new imagined horror - shame driven by the simple fact that each terrible thought excited her. But why did she have to be left alone like this! Come and do things to her - anything! But please, please, don't leave her here like this! This was so much worse than any isolation she'd endured before. How many hours could they expect her to endure!

Eventually, she slept. She was exhausted after all. Her sleep was filled with more nightmares and shame and humiliation. When a sound woke her, she was still tired. But she was no longer bound in the awful, humiliating position. She was free! No, she wasn't free. A chain extended from the headboard to the footboard of the bed. There was plenty of slack in the chain, enough to allow Renee to lie prone on the bed - even though the chain passed through the ring at the front of her collar. She could sit up, she might even be able to stand, but she was chained to the small bed in the tiny room. A sinking feeling told her this was probably her new life - except when she was engaged in more active activities. At least the horrible leash was gone. She moaned when she touched the tender flesh that had been pinched so severely - and from the sound of her own voice, she realized the evil penis-gag was gone as well.

"Don't try to talk too much," Camilla said, startling Renee. She'd been so engrossed in her situation she hadn't realized the woman was standing in the doorway. "All that gagging may leave your throat a bit sore," Camilla continued as she stepped to the end of the bed and unlocked the chain that ran through Renee's collar. "Of course next time, well... Never mind." The chain slipped through the collar ring, freeing Renee from the bed. "It's almost time for dinner - slut."

When Camilla produced a normal dog leash rather than the awful tit-leash, Renee felt a confusing wave of emotion - almost like happiness. Happiness at being leashed like a dog? Camilla used the leash to pull Renee up to her feet.

Roughly, Camilla spun Renee around and quickly unbuckled her corset, which she threw on the little bed. Renee took her first deep breath in hours, but even as she did Camilla twisted her arms behind her back and bound her ankle cuffs together with a click.

"Do you need to pee?" Camilla asked as she led the child out and down the stairs and into the family room.

"Oh god! Yes! Please," the desperate girl replied. She'd been too afraid to ask.

"Taylor, Jayden! Get in here." Camilla called out. The two preteens bounded into the room. Jayden was carrying one of the cameras and he smiled as he held it up and turned it on. "Take the little bitch out to pee," Camilla said, handing Renee's leash to Taylor.

Out? What? No! No, you can't, please. She wanted to beg and plead, but Renee understood that she mustn't do that. That wasn't allowed. She was learning.

Taylor smirked as he jerked at the leash to lead Renee through the large room that served as both kitchen and dining room, then through a much smaller laundry room and out the back door of the house. It was early evening, still bright in the late spring. They were out in the back yard, out in the open. Taylor pulled Renee forward until she was standing in the very center of the lawn, where anyone in any of half a dozen houses would be able to see her! "Go ahead, bitch," Taylor said evilly. "After the way Grandpa Joe pounded you, you probably have to pee bad!"

She really did have to pee! Once again they'd found some new way to humiliate her, forcing her to squat and pee on the lawn, out in the open - just like the little bitch they liked to call her. She could feel her skin burning with shame, but there was nothing else she could do.

With her arms bound again, squatting in her heeled boots was next to impossible. She was terrified she would fall. It took several attempts, with the boys taunting her each time she failed. But finally, with her legs spread wide enough, she managed to let loose a long, steady stream of pee. She was barely done before Taylor savagely pulled at her leash and said, "hurry up slut. Everybody's waiting for us, and they're all hungry!"

Renee stumbled after the boys back into the laundry room, where Camilla was waiting with a scowl. "Took you long enough!" she growled. She took the leash from Taylor and the two boys disappeared into the kitchen. "Time for you to earn your keep, babysitter," Camilla said. "You can serve dinner. But you need to look the part." She removed the leash, then unclipped Renee's arms and pushed them skyward so that she could pull a French maid's uniform over Renee's curvy body. The slinky black garment, with the classic white lace trim and ruffled hem, hung from spaghetti straps. The front of the uniform formed a lacy half-cup bra that lifted Renee's lovely young breasts up as Camilla tightened the garment across her back. The skirt of the humiliating garment flared out over several layers of ticklish gauzy fabric, but it was far too short to hide her sex or her shapely young ass.

Camilla wasn't done. Renee sensed the excitement in the woman and it frightened her. She let Camilla push her blonde hair off of her forehead with a hairband with a white, ruffled crest that completed the belittling look of the maid's uniform. She didn't complain when Camilla grabbed her face and put bright red lipstick onto her lips. But she made the mistake of crying out when Camilla crossed her arms tight behind her back and connected them to a chain that she ran through the ring at the back of her collar.

"Oh! Ow, that's so tight! And... and how can I serve dinner with my arms like this?"

"Who told you to talk, slut!" Camilla growled and an instant later Renee's scarlet lips were surrounding a big black ball gag that completely filled her mouth. As Camilla tightened the gag behind Renee's head, she whispered harshly into the little girl's ear. "You won't need your hands to serve, Renee. Not tonight."

Renee was so confused and so frightened. She trembled when Camilla knelt in front of her, but the chain from her arms to her collar prevented her from looking down to see Camilla connect a length of thin silver chain between rings at the sides of her bondage boots. Camilla was smiling with evil intent as she stood back up.

"Now you're almost ready to serve, little slut. You just need a serving tray," Camilla said. Renee's eyes went wide. She tried to yell around the gag when she saw the serving tray Camilla held up. One side of the tray was rounded inwards and that was the side Camilla pressed against Renee's stomach. She reached around to bring the chain that hung from one corner of the tray, just above Renee's hip, around Renee's back to snap it to the other corner. The back of the tray hung by the chain on Renee's flaring hips.

Renee couldn't see anything that would hold up the front of the serving tray - but she had a horrible, sinking feeling she knew the answer. And she was right. "Nnn-nnn-nnn!" Her scream came out as little more than a muffled moan around the large ball gag. Terror struck at her core as Camilla showed her that there were chains attached to the other two corners of the tray - chains that ended in the same, cruel nipple clamps that she'd endured from the nipple-leash.

Camilla threaded the two chains through the ring at the front of Renee's collar, then down, and clamped them to her delicate pink nipples. The tray hung perfectly level in front of Renee, hanging from her hips and tugging lightly at her poor nipples.

But the tray was empty - and Camilla had already said Renee was supposed to serve dinner.

Camilla opened the door to the kitchen and dining room and gestured to Renee to enter. Trembling, the child stepped forward and nearly pitched to the ground. If Camilla hadn't grabbed her shoulders she would have tumbled down. Unbeknownst to Renee, the chain between her ankles was only twelve inches long. But now she understood, and she realized how much more degrading the short chain made her costume. Her chest was stuck out, nipples pulled upwards. Her back arched from the way her arms were bound. The mortifying maid's uniform represented the depth of her servitude, and she was forced to take slow, tiny steps as she stepped into the room.

All of the men and boys were seated around the table watching Renee's progress with twinkling eyes and leering smiles. And of course, being the center of so much male attention went directly to Renee's needy pussy and confused young mind. Despite the pain of the tray jostling her breasts and all of the terrible things that had already happened to her, her tight cunny spasmed. Knowing that they could all see the unbidden excitement that welled up inside of her from their lecherous attention, she blushed scarlet - proving that she was every bit the little slut they said she was.

Fear, humiliation, discomfort, confusion, pain, and intense arousal were all beginning to become indistinguishable to the innocent child.

"One of you boys needs to help the young lady this evening," Jamal Jackson said to the youngsters, Taylor and Jayden. "She needs a... hand," he said, and everyone laughed at the tightly bound girl.

"I'll do it!" Taylor cried out and leapt to his feet. Renee shivered at the evil grin on his face, but she dutifully shuffled after them to the kitchen half of the big room.

"NNNN! NNNN!" Renee groaned around the gag when Taylor placed a large platter of lasagne on her serving tray. Suddenly her nipples were on fire! She staggered. There was nothing she could do but endure. She shuffled awkwardly towards the table as quickly as she could, only to learn that she was expected to hold up the heavy platter as each person around the table carefully took a portion and transferred it to their plate. It was agony. And to make it even worse she was frequently groped on her ass or between her legs.

As the poor child slowly made her way around the table, serving her large group of masters, she was humiliated further by the conversation. They talked about her! They talked about her and their plans for her as if she wasn't right there in the room, as if she was too stupid to understand what they were talking about. Her distress and confusion did make it difficult to follow the conversation. The occasional finger that slipped into her sopping cunny didn't help!

The conversation turned to Jamal's completion of a new closed-circuit video system for the house, piggybacking on the greatly increased wi-fi bandwidth he'd engineered. With four adults and five students all needing remote access to work or school, they'd already needed a robust wireless system - but the desire to be able to stream constant images of Renee to their work and school computers had strained even Jamal's network and electrical engineering talents.

Renee's poor nipples were on fire by the time she worked her way around to the last of the Jackson's, Camilla, who took her time getting her portion of lasagne. She was told to stand to the side in case anyone wanted seconds. At least the tray weighed less with most of the food gone, but it was still agony.

The conversation continued as if she wasn't there. Renee learned that she'd be expected to spend the evening with Joe Junior, as the most senior member of the family, after his elderly father. The titters of amusement from some of the younger diners provided a new level of fright for the poor girl. The things they found amusing seemed to always be at her expense!

Malik and Marcus both had seconds, and a quick grope, before Renee was allowed to take the serving dish to the kitchen, where Taylor unloaded it. Her relief didn't last long. He piled bowl after bowl of dessert onto her tray, requiring two trips back to the table for people to be served. And all the while they talked about her and their plans for the next few days. Her mind was so overloaded she could barely follow anything they said - something about school, something else about her afternoon duties - it all just swam together.

With dessert over, everyone left the table, leaving only Taylor and his evil grin to 'help' Renee clear the table. This entailed piling her accursed tray with dirty dishes until she screamed around her big gag, making her shuffle slowly across to the sink, and unloading the dishes slowly onto the counter, stopping now and then to fondle her wet cunny - just to prove that despite it all, she was still aroused. Finally, the table was cleared, but Taylor was far from done humiliating his babysitter.

Taylor smirked as he scraped whatever food was left on various plates all into a single bowl - lasagne, salad, even dessert - all mixed together in a disgusting mess. He put the heavy bowl onto the tray that still hung from her aching nipples. To Renee's shock, the young boy unzipped his pants and whipped out his respectable cock. He was already hard. He stood on a chair to get to the right height and stroked his cock like mad. Renee could do nothing but stand there in misery, watching him, not understanding what he was doing. But all became clear when the young boy finally started spurting massive amounts of his hot cum - all of it directly on top of the mess of food in the bowl. "There! That's your dinner, slave," he chortled as he got down and put the bowl on the floor in front of Renee. He quickly unclipped the terrible tray from Renee's tits and from around her curvy hips. "Better eat it all up!" he said. "There's no telling what Aunt Camille might do if you don't eat her food. So don't stop until that bowl is clean." Finally, the evil boy unbuckled and removed Renee's ball gag and step back to watch her eat her dinner.

Her arms were still tightly bound, tugging at the back of her collar. Her ankles were still chained close together. Renee knew she had to eat the cum-coated food. She was terrified of Camilla! But getting down to the ground was a nightmare. She twisted and turned, bent this way and that, terrified of simply falling over. Finally, by squatting and leaning into the kitchen counter, she managed to slide herself to the floor onto her knees. Still, the food - if one could call it that - was too far down. She leaned over, farther and farther, afraid of falling onto her face. By twisting painfully, straining at her arms, she managed to fall onto one shoulder, her face just inches from her bowl. The moment she dreaded the most had arrived. There was nothing she could do but twist back around and let her lips descend into the disgusting mess.

The taste of Taylor's cum invaded her mouth first. There was no way to avoid it. Then the mashed up, disgusting combination of other people's leftovers. She tried desperately to keep her face from falling into the muck, but Taylor wasn't having any of that. With no warning, he grabbed the chain between her ankles and lifted her feet off the floor! Renee pitched forward, smashum her pretty face down into the squelching leftovers and cum.

Forcing Renee down into the messy food wasn't enough humiliation for young Taylor. He knelt next to his victim and whispered into her ear. "You're such a useless little cunt. And we all know how much you like being treated like one. I'll prove it." With that, he let go of the chain and ran his hand up the smooth naked inside of Renee's thigh until he was pressing his fingers into her warm cunny. "Do you feel that, bitch? Do you feel how wet and excited you are? Eat your dinner! Eat every bite. Slurp up all my cum. I'm going to make you cum while you're eating your disgusting, nasty dinner." He stabbed his fingers into Renee's sopping cunt and laughed at the way her needy pussy grabbed at his digits. "You're such a horny slut," he whispered. "And they can all see. They're all watching you. You want to cum, don't you? Don't you!"

"Yes, yes! Please!" Renee managed to moan into her disgusting meal. The degrading treatment at the hands of a little boy, not to mention his fingers swirling around her cunny, drove her insane with need. She was so close! She gobbled more of the horrible food and cum to try to please her young master. If she only pleased him enough he'd make her come! "Please!" she begged again.

"Finish your dinner, slut!" Taylor commanded. "Don't cum until it's all gone!"

"Oh god, please!" Renee whined again, but she redoubled her efforts to finish the repulsive mess. Soon she was down to licking the sides of the bowl. But she didn't climax. Already she was too much of a compliant slave to go against her master's commands. But he hadn't said she couldn't beg. "Please, please, let me cum, oh god! Please!"

"Who are you talking to, cunt!?" Taylor hissed.

"Oh god, I don't..." She couldn't think. She needed to cum! "Please... oh, oh... Master. Please, Master, let me cum!"

"Why should I let you cum? You don't deserve to cum!" Taylor hissed even as he swirled his fingers through Renee's quavering young pussy and teased her clitoris. "You can't cum until I tell you, you can! Why should I?"

"Please! Master, please! I was good. I did what you wanted! I did - I ate it all. Oh god, Master, please!"

"No!" Taylor barked and pulled his fingers away. He pushed her and she fell to her side on the kitchen floor. Her face was covered with muck from her dinner.

"Master! Please!"

"You haven't earned a good cum, yet, cunt!" Taylor whispered into Renee's ear. "Now get to your feet so we can get you cleaned up and ready for Uncle Joseph!"

Renee looked up to see Camilla standing next to Taylor with an evil smirk on her face. The need to climax still tortured her, but she understood, already, that something fundamental had happened to her. The harsh servitude and the potent degrading had done something to her, tripped some switch in her young mind - a switch that had always been there, waiting for this moment. She had lost a piece of herself to their control. She truly was looking up at her new Masters.

Joseph Junior met Renee at the door to his downstairs bedroom and took the handle of her dog-leash from Taylor, who seemed reluctant to let go of it. He led Renee into his small guest bedroom, cleaned-up and naked but for her collar, cuffs, boots, and a ball gag. He closed the door in the face of the boy who'd delivered her. JJ stood watching the child tremble, his eyes wandering slowly up and down her luscious body. She could almost feel the way his eyes caressed every inch of her.

He wore a long bathrobe and all at once he dropped it to the floor to reveal a rugged, tall, and fit body. He was about fifty. His cock dangled limply and drew Renee's startled eyes. Even limp it was huge.

"Looks like Joe didn't use you too hard," JJ said. "Nice of him to leave something for the rest of us, the dirty old pervert." He led Renee to the end of the very tall bed and turned her to face it. "I'll take that gag out soon, darlin'. Camilla just has a thing about the way a little girl looks with a big gag. We'll let her enjoy it a little bit longer." He pointed ahead and Renee followed his direction to see a camera lens staring straight at her. She remembered the conversation about the closed-circuit video system! JJ stood close behind Renee, towering over her and pressing his broad chest to her back. He reached around to gently caress her abused breasts and he whispered in her ear, "Unlike my daddy, I like to hear little girls scream." He pinched a nipple and Renee would have screamed if she could. "Still, there's plenty of time for that soon - weeks and weeks of time, I imagine." His other hand reached down between her legs and a finger dipped into her cunny to prove she was already wet. "Such a horny slut" he whispered even lower. "You know, it's been weeks since I had any tight pussy. Longer than that since I had a pretty little thing like you to play with." Then he pushed Renee and she fell face forward onto the bed.

After that everything happened so fast. Renee instinctively tried to struggle, but from somewhere the man produced a pole of shiny metal with eyelets at both ends. In seconds the bar was firmly clipped to Renee's boots and her legs were spread wide. JJ pulled Renee's hips upwards to bring her up onto her widespread knees. Her face slid across the mattress as he pulled her backward. She was like a rag-doll in his hands. A moment later, both of her wrists were clipped to the center of the metal pole. She was completely immobilized in a degrading position, with her ass high in the air and her sex open for inspection. Her panicked face turned to one side and pressed into the mattress. It was the most frightening position they'd put her in yet and the sweet blonde child shivered with excitement, arousal, and terror - emotions that were getting harder and harder to distinguish.

JJ sat on the bed next to the helpless child and gently stroked her pretty blonde hair until her breathing and her heart both slowed. "That's it, child," he said calmly. "Just relax. Give in to it - you know you want to. We can all see it." He let his stroking hand moved down her bare back, sending a pleasant, erotic shiver down her spine. "It's okay. We understand," he cooed. His voice was so kind and soothing, even as the meaning in his words became more and more frightening. "We could all see it, from the very first. The way you enjoy being humiliated - especially by the younger boys. The way it turns you on. I bet you've never understood what it means, little one. You've never understood those feelings you can't control, that you long for - to be used and degraded and embarrassed." His hand gently wandered over Renee's upturned ass, circling slowly with his calm words.

Slowly, Renee's entire attention was drawn into the words of the large, dark man as he caresses her and cooed into her ear. Despite her severe bondage, her vulnerable position, her earlier abuse, all she could hear was his mesmerizing voice.

"But we all understand what it means, darling," JJ continued. "We know that you're so much more than just a little slut, more than a needy cock-slave. Camilla saw it in you long ago, and now we all know it - and we're here to help you. We're going to make you into everything you can be - so much more than just a humiliation-loving child-whore." JJ's hand caressed up and down the backs of Renee's exposed thighs, then circled around the puffy hills of her young, quivering pussy. His voice dropped to little more than a whisper, reassuring her, drawing her in deeper. "I know you're already starting to understand, Renee. You know how good it felt to submit, to let yourself be used, to let Camilla and Taylor abuse and command and degrade you. You know how good it was to lose control of your own desires, your own needs - and then to be denied." His fingers sluiced through her dripping cunt and rubbed her clitoris. "Feel how excited you are even now, little cunt. You're dripping and trembling, grabbing at my fingers. But you can't cum, can you? You know you can't. You've already given that power away - you've given it to us - because you want to be nothing but a thing that we control, that we use. You'll never cum again, pretty little whore - not unless one of us tells you to."

The truth of JJ's mesmerizing words overwhelmed Renee's confused mind. She wanted to cum! She wanted it so bad, more than anything she'd ever wanted. She could feel herself just at the edge - that wonderful explosion of orgasmic pleasure just barely out of reach. But she couldn't get there! And she knew why - it was just as JJ said - she couldn't reach that ecstasy unless they let her!

In that moment Renee was sure that her degradation was complete. She was so wrong.

"Oh, but my little pet," JJ growled low in Renee's ear. "You have no idea what's really in store."

With careful, gentle fingers JJ unbuckled the ball gag, lifted Renee's head and upper torso, and pulled the gag away. Renee's jaw ached, but it was blessed relief to have the huge ball out of her mouth. JJ lifted her torso higher and placed a thick, buoyant pillow under her chest so that her neck didn't have to be twisted to one side, her face didn't have to be smashed into the mattress. A wave of gratitude swept over her at the kindness, despite the fact that she was still completely helpless, wrists and ankles bound tight to the silver spreader bar.

"Is that better, baby," JJ whispered.

"Y-yes," Renee stammered. "Thank you, ah... thank you, Master."

"And what do you want, Renee?" JJ asked, his fingers once again teasing her tight cunny.

"Oh god, Master, please. Please - can I cum? Please!"

"No, little whore, not yet," JJ whispered very quietly into Renee's ear.

And then the searing pain of the first slap across her round, milky ass made Renee scream.

A second slap brought tears to her eyes and her scream was even louder.

With the third slap, her ass felt like it was pressed close to a roaring fire. The pain wouldn't stop - so hot, so stinging, so terrifying. She screamed and screamed and it was only as the fire finally began to die, a little, that she realized JJ was fucking her - pounding his massive cock into her tight cunt. He was so big! The feeling of so much man-flesh inside her body, ramming in, again and again, warred with the pain in her ass. Slowly the fucking became the dominant force - the pain receded and her body trembled, closer and closer to climax.

Another vicious slap brought another vehement scream from the little girl's throat. More pounding from the huge cock, her hips held tight in huge, powerful hands as he stood behind the bed and slammed into her. With no warning, he withdrew again, and again he slapped her scarlet ass, then her sensitive thighs. The horrible pain and the equally horrible need swirled together in Renee's young, naive mind.

"Did you really think your training was over, you stupid little cunt?!" JJ bellowed. He'd picked up a short leather whip and he slashed it across the already burning, red cheeks of the little girl. He slashed across her thighs again and she screamed even louder. Again he rammed his cock deep into her quivering, grasping cunt and fucked her for a minute - enough to drive her needy body insane, but not enough to let the pain completely fade.

"Aggghhhhhh!" Renee screamed when JJ pulled his cock from her and whipped the sole of her left foot, then the right. "Master! Master! Please, oh god, oh god, please, it hurts! Please, please, just fuck me! Let me cum, let me cum, let me cum! Please, Master!"

JJ rammed his cock in deep again and held it there. "No! Child-whore! You're begging for the wrong thing!" he growled. "Don't be so stupid and useless!"

Renee's mind was nearly gone. The pain, the need, the abuse, the huge cock invading her insides, the truth of everything he'd told her - it was more than she could handle. But her Master was trying to help her - he was training her - he'd said so! Her Master was everything. She had to please her Master, there was nothing but her Master and his huge cock and his terrible whip! His whip! Yes!

"Oh god, Master, Master, please! Whip me! Whip me harder Master, please!" Renee cried out as yet another piece of her young mind broke, a piece that was to be lost to her forever.

The whip came down on the sensitive sole of her foot even as JJ started fucking her again with fast, angry stokes. He whipped her other foot, then one side and the other side of her pretty ass. The pain lanced through her body but doing what her Master wanted flooded relief to her brain. He fucked and whipped, fucked and whipped, and Renee's eyes rolled back in her head. Her need to climax was so intense she thought it was going to be the end of her.

JJ slammed deep into the little girl's tight cunt and he came. He spewed a flood of his thick, hot semen into her body even as she continued to scream in pain.

Finally finished raping his little sex-slave, JJ pulled out and leaned in close to her ear. Her body was shuddering with effort, her heart racing, and her breathing labored. Her ass, her thighs, even her feet, were bright red and burning hot to the touch. He knew she was at the very brink of breaking. "One more time, Renee. Tell your Master what you want," he whispered into her ear.

"Oh god, Master. It hurts. It burns. But I... I need...! Oh Master, please. Whip me again!"

The whip sliced across Renee's red-hot ass, and even as it cracked against her sensitive skin, JJ said "Cum, whore! Cum for your Master!"

The pain and the command finally gave Renee her release, even as she screamed. Her body began to shake, uncontrollably. Her orgasm was overwhelming. Her wrists strained at her cuffs as her body quivered. Her ankles yanked at the ends of the pole. Her back arched even more. It went on and on. It was terrifying. Every muscle in her body contorted and strained against her bonds. But finally, mercifully, after what felt to the poor child like hours, she slowly came down from the incredible high - only to find that her ass was still on fire, her feet and thighs stinging as if they'd been stung by bees.

And she was alone again, in the dark.

Camilla came for her later, after she'd had plenty of time to be reminded how easy it was for them to simply abandon her, helpless, as if she was nothing to them, not worth their time. She felt a stab of gratitude when the door opened and the mother of the household was there in the light. There was just enough of Renee's young intellect left to understand that this, too, was part of her training - making her thankful - making her even needier. But she couldn't fight it.

"He's really quite something, our JJ," Camilla said with real admiration. "Red as a firetruck, but I don't see a single sign of a bruise. Just a few welts. Genius." She worked to unclip Renee from the spreader bar. "Time for bed now, cunt," she said. "You're going to need your rest for tomorrow."

Renee could barely stand. Moving just made her ass sting even worse. But she stood quietly, eyes down, as one of her Master's clipped her arms together behind her back again, then put her on a leash to lead her away. Soon they were back in the tiny closet of a room upstairs. Renee looked at the small bed with hunger. She was so tired!

But Camilla had one more item of training for the new fuck-toy before she could escape into blessed sleep. "We can't be remiss in your training, can we? You'll be so happy later," she said. She dangled a penis-gag in front of Renee and gave an evil grin.

Renee saw the gag and her heart sank. It wasn't the same penis-gag! It was longer, much longer. No, please! she wanted to scream. But this was one of her Masters. You can't defy your Master. And so, as Camilla held the nine-inch dildo to her lips she opened her mouth and sucked it in.

"Just swallow, cunt. You can do it," Camilla crooned. She pushed the training gag deeper and deeper down Renee's throat. The child gagged and gurgled, but she did as she was commanded. She knew at once that she could never have done this if it hadn't been for the earlier training gag. The muscles in her throat visibly showed the way she forced herself to swallow until all nine inches of the training gag were down her mouth and throat. With nimble fingers, Camilla buckled the evil device behind Renee's head, making sure that the child heard the click of the lock that would keep the training device in place until Camilla came to rescue her and earned even more of her misplaced gratitude.

Renee curled into a ball on the tiny bed, bound and completely defeated. She hardly noticed Camilla running the chain through the ring in her collar, locking her to the bed. It took all of her effort to hold herself steady and carefully breathe through her nose around the huge fake cock. The lights went out and Renee was alone.

Please continue with: Part III: School Daze.

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