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 III: School Daze

Renee awoke to her new life as a submissive fuck-toy for the pandemic-isolated Jackson family.

She was still chained to her tiny bed in the dark, but at least the terrible training gag was gone, taken away in the night by Camilla. She could almost still feel it deep in her throat.

When the door opened, Renee blinked in the bright light, unable at first to see who had come to torment her next. As her eyes adjusted she saw Jayden and another wave of misplaced gratitude swept over her. Jayden was so much kinder than the rest of them. But Jayden didn't hesitate to clip Renee's arms behind her back again or to attach the horrible tit-leash to her still-aching pink nipples before he released her from the bed-chain.

"I've got you all to myself for a few minutes," Jayden said with excitement. Renee could see the bulge in his shorts. "Get down on your knees!" He yanked the tit-leash to get Renee to hurry. "Here! Suck my dick," he instructed as he pulled out his impressive boy-sized cock.

Renee's mind became confused as she all-to-eagerly slid her pretty lips over Jayden's straining young cock. Most of her mind was thrilled. One of her Master's had given her a command, a command she could fulfill with ease! Suddenly there was nothing in the world better than sucking this little boy's rigid dick. That's what a fuck-toy was for. But a small piece of Renee's brain was horrified! That part of her brain was fighting back, trying to regain control. What had they done to her?

"Oh, man, that's so good," Jayden moaned, twining his fingers into Renee's straight blonde hair and thrusting his hips towards her face. "Deeper! Come on, all the way!"

A wave of arousal coursed through Renee's young body at Jayden's praise. Her pussy spasmed and flooded. Eagerly, she pressed forward, taking the entire boy-cock down her throat, until her lips were pressed against his smooth, dark skin. She didn't gag on it! She just swallowed. He wasn't as long as the last penis-gag, but she understood now that she'd been trained for this. A vision of the huge, long cocks that the adult men sported flooded her brain as she deep-throated young Jayden. She even managed to push her tongue out to swipe it across his tight young scrotum.

Renee was rewarded with another moan of pleasure from the boy, who pulled harder at her hair. "Oh yeah, fuck! Do that again," Jayden commanded. Renee couldn't ignore the thrill that ran through her body at hearing her young Master's delight. Her cunny tingled with maddening need. She ran her tongue over his balls again and then again. She could feel how close he was as he shivered against her tongue and lips.

Jayden yanked Renee's hair to pull her head back. The first huge squirt of his cum filled her mouth. Then he iced her pretty face with the rest as she spluttered.

"That was so good," Jayden exclaimed, looking down to admire his cum dribbling across the pretty girl's face. "I can't wait to get a chance to fuck you! I know you're just a stupid slut, but you're really hot. You make me want to fuck so bad!"

With her first taste of cum for the day cloying at her taste buds, Renee looked up into Jayden's dark eyes with confusion. Why didn't he just fuck her if he wanted to? Wasn't she there to be his fuck-toy? Did she do something wrong?

"Don't worry, Renee," Jayden said and stroked her face. "I'll get my turn. We just have these stupid family rules about seniority, that's all. It's daddy's turn next." He leaned down close to her ear. "I'm not as mean as all the others," he whispered. "When I fuck you I'll probably let you cum all you want. Unless it's against the rules."

Renee couldn't hold back a gasp at Jayden's kindness. She whispered back, "Thank you, Master." The small part of her brain that still held onto who she was, the part of her brain that understood the enormity of her situation and the things she was doing, reeled in horror. But even that part of her brain melted when Jayden leaned closer and gently kissed her on the mouth.

Jayden helped Renee back into the tight, restricting corset that lifted her pretty breasts up and left her nearly breathless. He crossed her arms tight across the back of the corset and locked them in place, then locked her bondage boots back onto her feet. Tugging painfully at her tit-leash, he led her through the house like an animal and delivered her to his parents' bedroom.

Camilla smirked at the cum that still clung to Renee's pretty face, bringing a blush to the child. "Ha! Like father, like son," she said as she took the leash from Jayden and jerked Renee into the room. "Send Taylor for her in an hour," she instructed Jayden, then closed the door.

Renee stumbled after her only female master, who led her to a big queen bed where Jamal was still sprawled out under the sheets with a hungry smile on his handsome face. Suddenly he whipped the sheets away to reveal his tall, naked form. His nine-inch cock was already straining upwards with excitement. Renee nearly fainted as she locked her eyes on the huge phallus. She stepped forward, with every intention of climbing on top of Jamal to plunge her quivering pussy down on that magnificent cock - a cock she'd dreamed of so many times.

A nasty yank at Renee's leash reminded her of who was really in charge. "Don't get any ideas, fuck-toy!" Camilla hissed. "Just stand there until you're told otherwise."

Camilla walked around Renee slowly, examining her closely. "He really is a genius, your brother," she said to her husband. She forced Renee to step closer to the bed, with her back to Jamal. "There isn't a bruise on her, but her skin is still pink and these welts will be with her for another day or two. Shall I?" she asked her husband.

"If you must, dear," Jamal said with a smile as he climbed out of the bed to stand beside them.

"Agghhh!" Renee screamed. How had she not understood that Camilla was about to reawaken the terrible hot pain on her round ass? "Aggghhhh!" she screamed again when Camilla spanked her a second time.

"Oh, isn't that pretty!" Camilla exclaimed as Renee's skin quickly transformed from warm pink to scalding red. She slapped the pretty ass again before leaned in close to Renee's ear and whispered, "That will teach you to look at my man with hunger in your eyes, cunt!"

"You're starting to take after JJ," Jamal said. "That is one red, sweet ass. Ohh, it's hot as a stovetop!" he proclaimed as he caressed Renee's ass cheek.

"Don't worry, darlin'" Camilla cooed. She stroked Renee's hair. "JJ's been teaching me how to administer a spanking without doing any real damage. It'll just burn for a couple of hours. We can keep the pain going as long as we want." She chuckled lightly in a way that made Renee shiver with fear. And excitement.

"Probably better get on with this, babe," Jamal said to his wife. "We don't want Renee to miss breakfast or be late for school."

"Of course," Camilla answered. Then she whispered in Renee's ear. "I know how much you were looking forward to giving yourself to my big strong man, little girl. But you know what, sweetie? You're not good enough for him. Your first time was only good enough for an old, old man. I hope you remember it forever. But there's more than one kind of first time, little slut. And I'm starting to get fond of you, so I've decided I'll let my man take care of that. You enjoy it! I'll be watching, and I'll know if you don't. Plus, I've got a little extra surprise."

With that, Camilla shoved Renee backward onto the bed. She screamed, but strong hands grasped her and flipped her over onto her front on top of a pile of pillows. She was helpless to fight back despite her instincts. Her legs were pulled wide apart and her boots were clipped to the footboard. Another cushion slid under her torso as her hips were lifted higher and her knees bent. She struggled helplessly with her bound arms. Her face hung down over the end of the cushions and blood rushed to her head, making her dizzy. Adrenaline coursed through her body, heightening every sensation.

Then a weight came down on top of her, the weight of a naked, tall man. She knew it was handsome Jamal, but she couldn't turn her head to see him. Despite all the terrible things that had happened to her, she flushed to be so close to him, to feel his naked flesh pressed into hers. It wasn't what she'd imagined, but it seemed she really was, finally, going to have him inside her as she'd dreamed of so many times.

But not exactly the way she'd dreamed.

No, no, what are you...? Oh my god! NO! Please! NO! Why hadn't she understood Camilla's wicked meaning?

The fifteen-year-old was helpless on the bed, arms bound, leg's spread wide, the weight of a much larger, taller man atop her. It's no wonder that she panicked as she felt him probing her small, virgin ass with his huge, thick cock.

"Now just wait, dear," Camilla called out and the man stopped pushing so hard at Renee's ass. "Mustn't ruin her when the others haven't even had a chance to play with her yet. I know you've wanted this for a long time, but let me get you nice and lubed."

Renee couldn't see Camilla reach around her husband and stroke his throbbing cock with lube, but she felt the cold gel dribble into the crack of her ass. Then she felt the knob of the huge pole spreading it around, concentrating on her tiny anus. She was so frightened! He couldn't possibly get that huge thing inside her back there. She was too small, too young, too...

"Aaaaaggghhhhh!" The cock popped into her ass all at once, more frightening than painful. He rammed it in deep, then deeper. Oh god, how could he be so big? How could he get so much inside her? "Aaaaagggghhhhh!"

That's it darling!" Camilla hissed, her voice rasping with excitement. "Fuck the little bitch's ass. Rape her! Deeper, deeper. Use her little slut asshole. Oh yes, yes, give her what she deserves. Harder. Faster. Oh god, oh my god."

Renee blinked her eyes and realized she could see Camilla sitting on the side of the bed. Her dark eyes glittered with excitement. As she cheered her husband on she fingered her dark pussy. To Renee's horror, Camilla scooted up onto the bed and spread her legs in front of Renee's face. "No, no, please!" Renee managed to cry out before Camilla grabbed her by the hair, twisting hard and simultaneously yanked on her tit-leash. "Agghh!" There was nothing Renee could do. Camilla's wet, hairy pussy glistened, an inch from her face, then closer, and...

"Lick me! Make me cum you stupid cunt!" Camilla hissed as she pressed her sopping cunt into Renee's face. Renee had no choice. Her Master had spoken. Her Master could make her do anything. It was hopeless to think she could escape. With everything she had Renee lashed out at the swollen pussy with her inexperienced tongue. "Oh fuck me. Harder! Deeper!" Camilla screamed.

The huge dick kept pounding into Renee's ass, so much deeper than seemed possible, rearranging her insides. She didn't think she'd be able to walk afterward. But she couldn't' worry about that now. She had to make Camilla cum. Her nose scraped through the kinky dark pubic hair and her tongue delved deep. Her mouth was flooded with the woman's excited juices and she drank deeply, spluttering in her attempts to breathe. She was drowning in cunt even as Jamal tried to force the full length of his long dick inside her body.

And amidst all that rape and degradation - Renee desperately needed to cum! JJ's horrifying words came back to her mind, circling around and around in her desperation: You'll never cum again, pretty little whore - not unless one of us tells you to."

"Rape her ass! She's nothing but a stupid sex toy. She's a worthless, nasty little cunt! Oh god, darling, fuck her faster. Oh god, yessssss!" Camilla bucked and writhed, pressing her cunt even harder against Renee's pretty face. She screamed and climaxed.

Jamal did exactly what his wife so desired. He raped Renee's ass as hard and as fast as he could. She was so tight and the sight of her pretty face buried in his wife's orgasming cunt drove him to fuck her even harder. Again and again, he slammed deep inside her butt, until finally, after many minutes of mindless, savage fucking, he held deep and filled her bowels with his cum. He knew he wasn't the first to fuck the little minx, but he was happy to be the first to rape her ass, and it was a glorious orgasm.

Renee knew Jamal was finished, that he'd defiled her ass with his seed. Camilla's wonderful orgasm was quickly waning. It wasn't fair! They'd both used her for such satisfying climaxes and she'd had nothing - only pain and desperation. 'Please, please! Let me cum!' she wanted to beg, but she couldn't and she knew she wouldn't even if she could. She was merely a fuck-toy now. Her pleasure meant nothing, not unless they wanted her to feel pleasure - or use it to humiliate and torture her. That's what it meant to be a fuck-toy.

In a daze, she felt Jamal withdraw and a second later she heard water running in the adjoining bathroom. Camilla withdrew as well, leaving her bound, ass-up on the bed.

But the bed moved again and Camilla's harsh whispers found her ear. "That was fun, slut. So nice to see my man understand that you're nothing but a plaything who wants to be used and degraded." Renee realized Camilla was releasing her arms from their bondage and when they came free her shoulders ached from the movement. "Now you're going to go in the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up. You're a mess," Camilla hissed. She unbuckled Renee's tight corset and unlocked her boots, stripping them off. She even removed the tit-leash. "Taylor will bring your school clothes when he comes for you. The boys picked them out themselves. But don't take too long getting cleaned up, fuck-slut - you don't want to make Taylor angry. Ha!"

She heard Camilla and Jamal both leave - she was alone.

The second Renee pushed herself up on the bed she realized she needed the bathroom, and she needed it NOW! But every muscle in her body was sore. She'd been right - she could barely walk. It was agony to rush to the toilet. It was agony to sit on her bottom!

A minute or so later she was in the shower, letting the hot water soothe some of her aches and pains. Her nipples stung under the flow. Her ass stung no matter what. But the streaming hot water was still revitalizing. Remembering Camilla's warning, she got out of the shower much sooner than she would have liked and toweled off quickly, trying to get her neck dry under her tight metal collar. She even found a comb to style her pretty blonde locks. Renee wiped the steam from the mirror and stared into the eyes of the girl she'd become - barely a girl at all - just a sex toy for a large household, all trapped together by the long, terrible pandemic. She shivered with excited anticipation!

Naked, but clean, Renee walked back out into the bedroom.

The way young Taylor looked over Renee's naked body frightened her. There was something dangerous about the preteen's angry, sulking look. But she stood still, trying not to tremble as he carefully reattached her hated tit-leash. Somehow he seemed to get the clamps even tighter on her sore, throbbing nipples. As soon as he had the leash threaded through the ring in her collar he yanked it hard as if to test it, bringing on a low moan of pain. She turned around at his command, trembling, and he clipped her wrist cuffs together behind her back. Suddenly he slapped her already red, stinging ass, bringing a loud scream of pain to her lips.

"No noise, slut!" the little boy commanded. He yanked at her tit-leash to bring her around facing him. "So, you thought it was okay to suck Jayden's dick? Did I give you permission to suck his dick, bitch!? Did I?"

"No! Master! He..."

"Shut up, cunt!" the boy yelled again. He slapped her ass again and it was all she could do to keep from screaming. "That's for sucking Jayden's dick, you fucking slut!" He spanked her once more. The pain was terrible. "I don't have time to really punish you - but I will! Now hurry up," he growled.

Why was he punishing her for doing what a master told her to do? Taylor jerked painfully at her tit-leash, forcing her to stumble out into the hall behind him. Renee was so confused!

Everyone but Grandpa Joe was already eating breakfast when Taylor led Renee into the kitchen. Camilla looked up and barked, "Taylor! You were supposed to get her dressed."

"She looks fine to me," Taylor shot back, sitting at the table without letting go of Renee's leash. There was nowhere for her to sit.

"She can't do remote school naked, dummy!" Jayden said. "How would we explain that?"

"Eat me, shit-for-brains," Taylor threw back at his cousin.

"Boys!" Camilla barked. "Cut the crap. Eat your breakfast and then get her ready. The rest of us all have work. I'm already late. And don't even think about skipping your own school!"

"Whatever," Taylor sulked, but his father, Jordan cuffed his ear and he added, "sorry, Aunt Camilla."

Moments later all the adults were gone, leaving only the twins and the two preteens. As Taylor started scraping leftovers from various plates into a wide bowl, including his own half-eaten eggs and someone else's instant oatmeal, he asked Marcus, "So what classes do you guys have today?"

"Just physics, this morning at ten," Marcus answered as he added to the bowl the last of his bacon, his brother's uneaten toast and jam, and some orange juice.

"Good, then none of us have remote class the same time as the cunt," Taylor grinned. He mashed up the disgusting mix of leftovers in the bowl. "We can all watch." He put the bowl on the floor. "Okay, bitch. Get down on your knees and eat your breakfast. And hurry, up - we really do have to get you dressed for school."

The four boys sat around the table laughing and talking about Renee as if she wasn't there while she struggled to get down to her knees and get her face into the bowl of disgusting leftovers. She half expected someone to torture her little pussy or spank her again, but evidently making her eat like this was degrading enough for the morning. It was certainly degrading enough to make her cunny quiver with excitement as her mind reeled, wondering what horrors Taylor and the others had in mind for the morning.

They removed her wrist cuffs. They gave her a special demi-bra that lifted her pretty breasts up and made them look much bigger but left her pert nipples exposed. Renee pulled the thin stretchy blouse they'd given her over her head. It was a turtle-neck and hid her slave collar. But it was at least two sizes too small. Her augmented breasts suddenly looked huge, and her nipples nearly poked through the bright pink fabric.

Otherwise, she was naked.

Her laptop was set up in a corner of the family room on a small, short table, facing a nondescript wall. She looked at it with confusion - the table was too short. There was no chair.

How was she supposed to...? Oh god, oh no...

Taylor smirked at the shocked, frightened look on Renee's pretty face. Then he pushed her towards her computer. There were only a few minutes left to get her set up for her remote classwork. The other boys all lounged about, waiting to watch.

Renee stumbled forward and looked at the half-round padded leather device sitting in front of her computer, where a chair should be. The metal handcuffs on each side of it gleamed in the bright light. She had to spread her legs wide to straddle it, saddle-like and she mewled with fear as she lowered herself onto it. A black dildo jutted up a couple of inches from a hole in the center of the saddle. She moaned as the dildo entered her cunt when she was forced to kneel with her knees wide around the awful device. Thankfully, her cunny was already wet with anticipation, so the dildo slid easily inside her. Her pussy lips spread around the base and her clit settled into a little pad of small rubber bristles. But the panic didn't really start to settle in until she felt Taylor lock the cuffs around her ankles. She was locked to the terrible saddle.

Almost immediately her class started! Suddenly she was one of a dozen students in a zoom classroom, listening to her geography teacher explained the day's work. She saw herself in one of the windows, as her classmates would see her - with displayed breasts and protruding nipples. It was terrible. She blushed and that made it worse. She saw classmates laughing and pointing, especially the boys. She could see them texting on their phones and she knew they were talking about her.

The class had barely started and already she was dying of embarrassment. And that's when Taylor switched on the machine. Her back arched, pressing out her breasts, as the dildo pushed deeper inside of her. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, the machine fucked her as she knelt and tried to participate in her class. Then the vibrations started. The whole device trembled between her knees, stimulating every part of her sexual anatomy, especially her sensitive little clit. It was a nightmare. Arousal swept over her, driving her insane.

"Renee! Renee, I asked you a question," Mr. Thompson said from the laptop.

"Wha... what? Oh god! Ohhhh! What?" Renee stammered back to her teacher, hearing titters of laughter from the half-dozen students who hadn't muted their connections.

Renee looked around her, seeking help. She found only the four boys standing or lounging about, watching her humiliation in front of her classmates and teacher. Then she saw words run across the screen of her laptop. "Touch yourself, cunt!"

"Renee, did you hear me," Mr. Thompson said again, losing patience.

No, no, no, please! But she had to obey. She had no choice. Looking at her teacher on the screen, Renee asked him, "What did you ask, Mr. Thompson?" Even as she spoke she ran her fingers across her protruding nipples. It was like being stung by electricity. The humiliation, the dildo, the vibrations driving her crazy, the laughing boys, and her laughing classmates - it all combined in a crescendo of shame. Her nipples were on fire and they turned to rock-hard points that she knew everyone could see.

"Ms. Robertson! I asked you to name the major rivers of..."

But Renee lost track of her teacher's question before he'd even finished, for more words flowed across her screen. "Cum, fuck-toy. Cum hard. Cum for as long as your class lasts. Cum loud and let them know what you're doing, you little cock-slut." She looked up, past her laptop, to see Taylor grinning with a remote keyboard in his hand.

Noooooo! Please!

She climbed to orgasm in seconds. She'd already been so close. With the dildo fucking her so fast and the Sybian vibing her slit so energetically, all it took was her Master's command. "Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, OHHHHHH!" Renee wailed as she went over the edge and her body fully responded to the machine she was bound to. Taylor must also have remote control of the terrible Sybian she realized because suddenly the dildo was fucking her twice as fast and the vibrations were attacking her twice as hard. "Aaaaaagggghhhhh! she moaned. Her fingers played with her little nipples like mad. They were incredibly sore and sensitive, but the pain of being flicked and pinched by her own fingers merely drove the incredible climax even higher. "Oh god, oh god, I'm cummmmmming!" she screamed.

"Ms. Robertson, I say! This is most inappropriate!" Renee's geography teacher extolled from the screen. His usually stern face was wide-eyed with surprised, surprise that quickly turned to fascinated staring. All of her classmates were glued to the screen. It was the best geography class they'd ever had.

"Yes, yes, yes, oh god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cummmmming!" Renee continued. Her orgasm wouldn't stop! It was driving her insane. It was intensely humiliating, and that only added to the intensity of her arousal.

Thankfully, after everyone had had plenty of time to enjoy Renee's show, Mr. Thosmpson pulled the plug on the whole class. Renee's laptop went blank, the Sybian slowed and stopped, and her orgasm finally released her. She continued to kneel, locked to the device, as she panted and her heart raced. She couldn't believe she'd just obviously had a massive orgasm right in front of her teacher and her entire geography class.

"So, Renee, what's your next class?" Taylor asked and all the boys laughed at her. "I bet you can't wait."

"Oh! G-god, it's al-algebra. In ten minutes," Renee stammered, still trying to catch her breath.

"Perfect," Taylor said. "That was hot, I want to see it again."

"Yeah!" Malik and Marcus both chimed in from the couch.

Renee had barely recovered when her algebra lesson popped up onto her screen. Several of the students were common to her geography class and she was certain they were watching her intently as the lesson began. Her teacher, Mr. Holt, seemed distracted.

The class was barely in session before the Sybian roared to life again. Renee fought it with everything she had, but it quickly overwhelmed her, sending her racing towards another orgasm - an orgasm she wouldn't be allowed to enjoy. She bit her lit to keep from crying out. She lost track of the lesson again. It was torture and she knew she was blushing horribly in front of her class. Oh god, please, please! she begged in her mind. She couldn't hide the torment from her face. Her nipples hardened and betrayed her.

Words flashed on Renee's screen and she saw Taylor smirking from the other side of her laptop. She read "Make slut noises, slut!" It was an easy command to follow - her desperation was so intense. She moaned out loud. She saw her whole class staring into their screens. Mr. Holt had stopped teaching. They were all staring at her as she cried out.

More words flashed on the screen: "Tell them what you want! Beg for it!"

Oh god! No, no, not in front of my class! Please! But it was a command, from a Master. She had to obey. Didn't she? Wasn't that her new role? She had to obey no matter how humiliating or degrading.

"Oh god, please, please!" she cried out in utter desperation. She knew every pair of eyes in her class was watching and every pair of ears was listening. "Please! Let me cum! Oh god let me cum, let me cum! Pleeeeeaase!"

The words flashing across her screen went straight to her brain. "Cum for them, fuck-toy! Tell them what it feels like! Tell them what's happening. Tell them how much you like it!"

The Sybian fuck-machine suddenly increased the intensity of the vibrations. The dildo fucked her faster. She came hard, screaming out her ecstasy for the pleasure of her amazed class. "God! Yes, yes, it's so good. Oh god, aggghhhh. It's up in my pussy and it's tingling my clit and it's so, so, gooooooood! It's in my cunt and I'm cummmmming! I'm cummmmming!"

"Show them your tits, cunt!" flashed across her screen. Renee didn't hesitate. She pulled her tight blouse up to her neck, exposing her magnificent young tits to her audience. As she continued to cry out, she grabbed her breasts and fingered her aching nipples. She had no control of herself. They'd taken away every shred of her dignity and turned her into nothing more than a cunt, desperate for every shred of attention she could get, no matter the cost.

With no warning, the machine stopped. Renee moaned, "No, no, please! Make it fuck me again!" She blinked and saw that all of her classmates were gone. Only her math teacher, Mr. Holt remained, staring sternly at her. The enormity of what they'd just made her do crashed over her. She yanked her blouse back down over her breasts, then covered her mouth with her hands, staring wild-eyed at her math teacher.

"Well now, Renee, that was quite the performance," Mr. Holt said. "I guess Principal Brown and I are going to have to have a little talk with your mother."

"Oh god! No. Please, please, Mr. Holt! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't call my mother!"

"You've always been a good student, Renee - I just don't..."

More words flashed across Renee's screen. "Tell him you'll give him a private show - tomorrow, slut."

Renee blanched. No! But... but what choice did she have? None. "Oh god, Mr. Holt, uh, uh..., well, if you don't call my mom, then... oh, I could give you a private show, tomorrow. Something even better?"

Mr. Holt's eyes flared, then a thin smile formed on his face. "Okay, Renee, a private show would be nice. This time tomorrow. I'll send you a secure link. But for now, we'd better go - I have other students to, ah, attend to." He stared for a moment. "And don't forget, Renee - I have a recording of the class." His smile broadened, and then he logged off.

"Ha, ha, I knew you were just a skanky whore, cunt!" Taylor roared and the other boys all laughed as well.

"Taylor, Jayden!" a deep male voice rang out sharply from the doorway. "You two are both due in classes in five minutes! I knew I'd find you paying more attention to the slut than to your school. You should have had her ready ten minutes ago!"

"But dad, she was..." Taylor tried to whine.

"But nothing, mister!" Taylor's father, Jordan, barked. "Get your laptop out! You too, Jayden. What about you two," he asked the twins.

"We've just got physics today, Uncle Jordan," Malik answered, "in about forty minutes."

"Good. Help me get the slut ready for her daytime duties. She's useless for anything else," Jordan growled.

"Sure, Uncle Jordan," Marcus said as he jumped from the couch. "Can we use Grandpa's stocks today - I've been itching to get that out ever since she got here."

"Fine - you fetch the stocks, Marcus. Malik, you get her up from that silly machine of Taylor's while I go fetch the rest of the equipment."

Renee listened with growing dread as they talked about her as if she wasn't right there. What were 'Grandpa's stocks?' What equipment? She was terrified. She remembered what Taylor and Jayden had both said about doing things in order of seniority in the family - and she realized that Jordan was the next youngest member of the family after Jamal. It wasn't a coincidence that he'd shown up just as she'd finished school.

Malik smiled as he unclipped Renee's ankles from the sides of the machine that had tortured her through her classes. "Your gonna love the stocks, slut," he said. "So simple, but so effective. Especially the way Uncle Jordan does things. Ha!" He pulled her up from the machine. Her knees wobbled from kneeling for so long, but she was forced to let him lead her to the center of the big family room. At his direction, she put her arms high in the air and he pulled off the tight blouse, then unhooked the half-bra, leaving her naked once again. To Renee's immense surprise, Malik unlocked and removed her collar. Without it, she suddenly felt twice as naked! What had they done to her to make her want her collar back?

Renee looked around the room. The two preteens had grabbed comfortable spots, one on the couch and the other in a big armchair, both of them already engaged in their remote classes, but both of them stealing glances at her pretty body and trying not to laugh or smirk. They knew what was coming!

Marcus returned with the stocks, which were built on top of a platform about six inches high, on wheels. He rolled it into the room and over next to Renee, who looked at it with horror. Near one edge of the platform, two posts rose to about the height of Renee's waist. Two wooden bars crossed between the posts, one above the other. Between the bars, there were two holes the size of Renee's wrists and another, in the center, about the size of her neck. The holes were all lined with padded black leather.

Renee knew at a glance what she was looking at - a horrible, terrifying bondage device like something out of a gothic dungeon. She trembled all over as Malik pulled her up onto the platform. He swung the upper of the two crossbeams on a hinge, moving it out of the way. He turned to Renee and gallantly gestured to the stocks with a terrible smirk, inviting her to rest her wrists and neck onto the lower beam. She knew she had no choice. But before she did, she heard that deep voice again.

"Hey now, wait for me!" Jordan snarled, then laughed. "Just kidding, go on, Malik."

Malik gestured to the stocks again. To get her neck down to the padded depression, Renee had to bend at the waist until her back was parallel to the ground. She trembled so badly that Marcus and Malik had to help her find the depressions for her wrists. But as soon as she was in position, they rotated the upper beam back down to close over her neck and wrists. She was trapped.

It was much more terrifying than she'd imagined. She writhed, trying to pull her wrists and head back out of the terrible device! She couldn't stop herself. She twisted and turned and mewled out her fear.

"Be quiet, slut! The boys are in school!" Jordan hissed in Renee's ear and then there was the terrible crack of a lash across her ass. She bit her lip to stop the scream that tried to escape her mouth as all the previous pain of her earlier whippings and spankings roared back to life. "Nnnnnnnn!" she moaned, desperate not to make noise as a second vicious lash brought the fire and pain back to her thighs. She redoubled her frantic efforts to escape the awful stocks. She couldn't help it.

"Uncle Jordan, should I lock it," Marcus said. Renee could just twist her head to look to her left to see Marcus standing next to the side of the stock where it had closed.

"Yeah, go ahead," Jordan said.

"Man, I love this electromagnetic lock," Marcus said. "How long?"

Jordan paused for a moment before answering. "Oh, I'd say five hours ought to do it."

Five hours! No! No please! Renee saw Marcus punching numbers into some locking device.

"You sure? You know Grandpa made this so that once you set the time you can't open it until the time runs out."

"Yes, Marcus, I know that. I've known the old pervert for a long time. Just do it."

Renee heard the click of the magnetic lock. No, no, no, please!! Renee couldn't stop a small whine of terror from escaping her lips, which earned her another lash across her enflamed ass.

Jordan came around to the front of the stocks, where Renee could see him. He showed her the nasty short whip he'd just used to administer pain to the little girl's ass and thighs. "We'll just keep this here in case anyone needs it," he said, smiling. Carefully, he hung the lash on a peg at one end of the crossbars where Renee could see it. Looking behind Renee, he said, "Boys, please take care of her ankles."

She bit her lip again to keep from screaming when her ankles were grabbed, one after the other, and moved apart to the far edges of the platform. She couldn't see what was happening, but suddenly she couldn't move them at all - they were bound to the corners of the platform. The panic from being trapped skyrocketed.

"Now then, we're almost all ready, slut," Jordan said. He dangled two things in front of Renee that confused her and terrified her in equal measure. The first was a small metal double-hook, like a little two-fingered claw, dangling from a length of chord. It wasn't much bigger than a large paperclip. The other was a nasty looking metal hook of shiny silver. The long end of the hook had a ring in it and it dangled from the ring by a short chain. The short end of the hook ended in a metal ball about the size of a golf ball.

Renee was confused, but she had a terrible feeling she knew where that metal ball was destined to go. When she saw Jordan coat it with a bit of lubricant, she became even more sure. But what was the other hook for?

"Well now, which of you boys would like to do the honors?" Jordan said, holding up the larger hook.

"Me!" both of the twins said in perfect unison from behind Renee.

"Ha!" Jordan laughed. "Here, catch!" He threw the hook over the stocks.

Renee couldn't see who caught the hook, but it didn't matter. Seconds later she felt the oily big ball being pressed against her tiny ass. Her whole body tensed. Her brain relived her morning in the bedroom of Jamal and Camilla when Jamal had raped her ass hard and taken her anal virginity. Could that really only be a couple of hours ago?

She'd seen the ball on the end of the hook. Jordan had shown it to her on purpose - to frighten and torment her. She didn't want that inside her! No, no, don't, please! But what Renee wanted or didn't want was of no concern to her masters. She was just their fuck-toy and they were intent on playing with her ass right that second. They were intent on making her take this big ball up inside her.

"Better relax, little whore," Jordan whispered in Renee's ear. "Better just let it in. It won't hurt so much that way."

Oh god, oh god. Relax? How? Oh, oh, it was pushing harder and harder at her. Relax. Relax. Yes, yes. AAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH! The big ball popped past her tight sphincter and into her anus. It was SO BIG! It was hard and cold. She felt the cold and the weight of the metal hook resting on her back. She wanted it out of her ass! She wanted it gone!

"Ah, yes, how lovely," Jordan said. "And now for the other end," he continued as he walked around to the other side of the stocks and stood close to Renee's side. Then he leaned over to look down at Renee's pretty, frightened face. "Sorry boys, but this one's mine."

It was only at the last second, as the two little hooks on the smaller device went into her nostrils that Renee understood. The nose hook grasped her nose and Jordan pulled her head backward to keep the tension. The chord ran across her forehead, and over the top of her head. Renee couldn't see the way he quickly threaded the cord through the end of the chain connected to the anal hook. She could only feel the terrible increase in the tension as he pulled it through. The ass hook pushed deeper into her bowels; the nose hook forced her nose up and her head back. It got tighter and tighter, pulling at both ends, until she didn't think she could stand it. Then he tied it off, leaving it taught.

The nose hook was horrifying. With every fiber of her being, she wanted to reach for it with her hands, to yank it out. It was only a few inches away! But it might as well have been a mile. Her wrists where thoroughly secure in the stocks. She was helpless.

"Ha, ha, ha, it really makes her look like a little piggy," Marcus laughed as he and his brother came around to the front to see Renee's face.

"Yeah, maybe we should call her Miss Piggy from now on," Malik added.

Somehow the boys' jeers were almost worse than the terrible nose and ass hooks.

"Good idea, Malik," Jordan laughed. "Here's a pen - write that on her forehead."

"Aw, wicked, man," Malik said as he caught the pen. He pushed back Renee's blonde bangs and wrote in black letters across her forehead 'I'M MISS PIGGY. MAKE ME SQUEAL.' Then he blackened the tip of her nose to accentuate the porcine look the nose hook gave her. He wrote 'FUCK' on her right cheek and then 'TOY!' on her left cheek.

"Oh, good one! Let me see that pen," Marcus said. With the pen, he came around to Renee's backside and wrote 'FUCK ME HARD' on her left ass cheek and 'WHIP ME HARDER' on her right ass cheek.

"Now then, I think our little whore is all set," Jordan said. "Malik, will you please hit the switch?"

"Sure thing, Uncle Jordan," the boy said with a smile and he flipped a switch on the entertainment console.

For the first time, Renee realized that she was positioned directly in front of the huge flatscreen television that dominated the family room, the one Taylor had been playing video games on. Was that really less than a day ago? Oh god! The screen brightened to life. With her head pulled back by the awful nose hook, Renee was staring straight into the screen - and the vision on the screen was... her. It was a live shot of Renee, in the bondage stocks. She saw the humiliating words written on her face! She saw that she really did look pig-like. Even as she watched, she turned a brighter shade of red as she blushed harder.

The view suddenly switched to another camera. Renee's left side filled the screen. Her face looked just as pig-like from the side. Her ass jutted out behind her like a waiting invitation and her pretty breasts dangled. Her back was arched from the chain and chord that stretched from her ass hook to her nose hook. A moment later the view shifted again. She looked at her own ass. She saw the way the hook disappeared into her anus and the way her cunny flared open from the way her legs were spread. Her pussy glistened in the harsh light, wet and ready. She read the vile words written on her reddened ass cheeks.

There were cameras all around her, always recording, always capturing every humiliating thing they did to her. Oh god! What did they do with the recordings? Wait! What was happening? Oh god, no, no!

Suddenly Renee couldn't see the screen. All she could see was the tall man in front of her, his magnificent cock staring at her, mocking her. "Well now, little slut," Jordan crooned as he set the tip of his huge phallus to Renee's lips. "It seems my papa got the honor of being the first to fuck that pretty cunt of yours." He circled the tip of his cock gently around Renee''s lips and she couldn't stop herself from opening her mouth to invite him in. "JJ was first to introduce you to the pleasure of pain," he said. Renee gasped at the word 'pain,' then started to tease the big cock head with her tongue. "And Jamal got to be the first one in your tight young ass. So what does that leave poor Jordan, huh? Poor Jordan, the youngest brother - always the last to get anything." Jordan let the bulb of his cock invade Renee's mouth, pushing her lips wider open. He could feel Renee's excited, fearful trembling travel up his length. "I think you know what I get, don't you, Renee the babysitter fuck-toy? I get to introduce your pretty mouth to the joys of a hard deep throat."

Oh god, oh god! No, I can't do this! Renee wanted to cry out, but she couldn't talk back to one of her masters. Besides, Jordan's dick was already pushing against the back of her mouth, forcing her tongue down and triggering her gag reflex. Oh god, he was really going to rape her throat with that monster! Now she understood the training gags. A terrifying wave of gratitude swept over her. What were they doing to her mind?! How had they done it so quickly? The small piece of Renee's rational mind that was left felt like it was being forced down her throat by the huge, invading cock. Down into the dark abyss.

But at least she knew what to do, how to relax her throat, how to swallow. She let the huge pole enter her. She suddenly realized that the horrible nose hook forced her head back just right to straighten the channel through her mouth and down her throat! Inch by forceful inch the cock descended her throat. Panic swarmed over her like a million crawling ants but it didn't matter - she was completely helpless - just like they liked. Jordan twined his fingers into Renee's pretty blonde hair behind her head and pulsed the thick cock forward, bit by bit. She let him in - not that she had any choice. She took the pole down her throat until her lips and her poor stretched nose nestled into his thick, curly black pubic hair.

The feel of nine-inches of cock jutting through her mouth and down into her throat was familiar - but this was different than the awful training gag. Jordan's cock throbbed in her throat as blood surged through it. It was hot and it tasted of excited and aroused man. It moved, pulsing lightly. The smell of his body, pressed against her piggy nose dominated her like nothing else. Renee was terrified and overwhelmed. Her pussy tingled with so much need and drops of her own juices tormented her as they slowly slid down her inner thighs.

Renee understood that Jordan was waiting. He was holding deep inside her throat - not just to prove his complete control and dominance of her - but to give her a moment to prepare herself for the onslaught to come. Yet another wave of thanks swept over her, gratitude followed by anguish at what a terrible slut she'd really become. And then the onslaught began.

Jordan began to fuck the little girl's pretty face and young throat. He kept his thrust to three or four inches to begin, but he set up a fast, energetic pace. Her throat felt magnificent around his throbbing, needy cock. It had been so long since he'd been inside a woman, much less a young girl. And it had been maddening to wait his turn as his father and brothers went first. He fucked her faster. His strokes lengthened. The spittle that flew and the gurgling sounds she made drove him on. The humiliating way she looked with the nose hook made him crazy for her. She was truly a gorgeous child and the way she blushed with embarrassment was one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen.

"Oh yeah, yeah, you fucking tight whore," Jordan grunted. His hips flew forward and back. He could fuck the little girl's throat much deeper than he could ever fuck her cunt or even her ass - this was the only way to truly bury the full length of his magnificent dick into little girl flesh. Again and again, her piggy nose pressed into his pubic hair and his balls slapped against her chin. "Yeah, yeah, damn, oh! OH!" At the very last second, he pulled back and let his cum fill her mouth. He wanted her to be overcome with the taste of his dominance and desire.

Jordan stepped back to watch the pretty girl splutter and gasp, but before she could get in the big gulp of precious air she'd been denied while he raped her face, he reached forward and closed her mouth. He waited, locking eyes with her. Her eyes flared, then she swallowed. She swallowed every drop of his warm, thick cum. He let her go and she gulped in the deep breath she so desperately needed.

Renee panted. Her heart throbbed. It had been hard work accommodating Jordan's energetic throat fuck. She looked up again and saw the way he was looking at her. He was still hungry. It was scary to see. He stroked his cock right in front of her and to her amazement it quickly lengthened and hardened again. Oh god, no, please don't. I can't take it down my throat again! Not so soon. But then he disappeared. Up on the screen, she saw him walk around behind her.

Renee felt Jordan take hold of her nubile, flaring hips. She felt his cock at her entrance. Up on the screen, she saw the cock at her entrance and the look on his face. He wasn't done with her yet. And the little piece of her brain stuffed down deep inside her screamed in anger - because the rest of Renee didn't want him to be done with her either - she wanted him to fuck her.

Jordan rammed into the pretty white bitch's cunt and groaned at the wonder of her tight pussy. The big ball in her ass made her even tighter!

So soon after raping her throat, Jordan was able to fuck Renee's tight cunt for a very long time. He took her to the very precipice of orgasm, but he denied her. He knew she would find it infuriating. It was extra torture on top of the torture of the stocks and the hooks and the terrible humiliation. Eventually, he filled her insides with hot, thick cum and after he was done he left her, bound, as his semen slowly dripped out of her cunny and ran down the insides of her legs, tickling her without mercy.

For an hour she endured the stocks. The preteens were done with school and they took turns having fun molesting her and calling her names. They wrote more on her - covering her torso and legs with vile, disgusting suggestions and accusations. But neither boy tried to fuck her - it wasn't their turn yet.

Her long wait ended when Marcus and Malik finished their physics class. They had a long argument about who got to go where then flipped a coin to make the decision. Malik got behind her and Marcus stood in front, both of them naked, both of them with huge rigid cocks. They spitted her. She was forced to endure her second deep throat as Marcus forced nine inches of cock down her throat again, while his twin rammed into her pussy as deep as he could get. They fucked her and gagged her, teasing her and calling her names even as they did it. Again, they took the poor child to the very edge of a massive climax, but she was denied the satisfaction. She started to feel she would go insane if she didn't cum. Maybe she was already insane. Maybe it was all just a dream. But no, god, she could never have dreamed the horrors they chose to inflict on her.

The twins filled her mouth and cunt with hot, young cum. Then they did high fives, laughed, and withdrew. They withdrew for ten minutes. Then they were back, with Marcus at her pussy and Malik at her mouth. They fucked her again, even longer, even harder, laughing and jeering all the time. They came in her again. She swallowed more cum. She felt more cum fill her insides.

And ten minutes later they were back again. The wonders of being nineteen. They took turns fucking her, each one pounding hard into her cunt for a minute, then switching. Back and forth, over and over. They kept her at the very precipice of the long fall into ecstasy but refused to push her over the edge. She wanted to scream, but her voice was still gone from three long, brutal throat-rapes.

She was just a fuck-toy. Miss Piggy the fuck-toy. Her mind was starting to lose track. And all the while, up on the big television, she had to watch herself being used, even as all the rest of the family enjoyed watching the show while they worked at their various computers all around the house.

Finally, one after the other, the twins filled her cunt yet again with their hot, young, semen.

JJ appeared a few minutes later, before either of the preteens had a chance. He examined Renee's ass and thighs clinically, then picked up the short whip that hung from the stocks. She steeled herself for what was coming, but it didn't come. There was no sharp spike of pain, no loud snap of the whip across her pretty ass. She waited, tensed. The little part of her brain trying to hold sanity suddenly screamed at her 'no, no, don't!' But it was too late. She needed it! She wanted it! "Master, please," the broken little girl whispered. "Whip me Master! Please!"

"Aggggghhhhh!" Renee screamed weakly at the first terrible strike across her thighs. She screamed again when JJ whipped her pretty, red ass. Once, twice, again, then again. He seemed to be satisfied that he'd sufficiently rekindled the awful pain and burn on her ass and he hung the whip back on the stocks. Then he fucked her hard, for twenty minutes, holding her hips in a crushing grip, finally cumming deep inside her.

JJ's cum was just starting to dribble down the inside of her legs when Grandpa Joe showed up. "Time for my nap," the old man growled. "Ooh, that's a nice hot ass," he said when he fondled Renee's round rump. "Junior's got quite the touch. This'll be like fuckin' an electric blanket," he said and then he rammed his huge, ancient cock into Renee's pussy. "Fuck me! That big old ass hook makes you so tight, little slut! You should always have something big in yo' ass." He fucked her for ages, still needing a huge build-up of stimulation to trigger the need to fill her little pussy with old, thick cum.

How many times had she been fucked? How many more times? Why wouldn't they ever let her cum!? Her brain was barely working. She vaguely looked into the big television to see Jayden standing behind her. Unlike the taller adults, who stood on the floor, he stood on the platform to get to the right height.

"Oh man, I'm really gonna do it! I'm gonna fuck a girl, a real girl!" Jayden said.

Jayden didn't last long. He was too excited, too aroused. He shot his young cum inside Renee practically before she'd felt his cock in her cunt.

It was Taylor's turn, the youngest. Renee had been dreading this, knowing Taylor wouldn't be satisfied to just shove his young cock into her pussy.

Taylor stood in front of Renee with an evil grin on his face. "Aunt Camilla said I could borrow your training gag, slut. Wasn't that nice of her?" When Renee didn't answer, he dangled the nine-inch penis-gag in front of her face. Renee whimpered at the sight of it.

But Taylor didn't bring the tip of the huge penis-gag to her lips. Instead, he walked around behind her. No, no, Taylor, please, don't! But Taylor did. He pushed the huge penis-gag up into Renee's pussy. He fucked her with it. He brought her once again to the edge of orgasm, then he withdrew it and returned to the front of the stocks. The penis-gag was dripping with the cum of all the others who had fucked her - Jordan, Marcus, Malik, JJ, Grandpa, even young Jayden. All of them had contributed to the sticky, nasty coating on the training gag.

Renee opened her mouth wide. Taylor smiled in triumph and brought the well-coated dildo to her lips.

The taste of all the cum overwhelmed her as Taylor slowly, but forcefully, slid the penis-gag deeper and deeper into her mouth, then into her throat. She was their fuck-toy and this was how they wanted to play with her and train her. She made herself swallow, tasting the vile cum as she did. The cock went deeper, deeper. She felt like it was down in her stomach! The straps finally came in contact with her ruby lips. Taylor buckled the straps around her head and she heard the horrible sound of a little lock clicking into place.

And then she was alone, watching herself on the television, slowly rotating, slowly losing track of who she was.

Eventually, Jordan returned and fucked her again. Jamal made an appearance, with Camilla close at hand. He fucked her hard and long and when he was done Camilla made her pay for it with the awful lash. The twins made another appearance and each fucked her for a long time. Even Jayden emptied his cum into Renee's pretty, tight cunt one more time before her long, long five hours in the stocks were finally over.

Pleas continue on to Part IV: Another Master.

This fictional story is based on a real girl named Renee. If you'd like to send Renee a message, let me know and I'll passs it on! You can email me here: ediestud69@protonmail.com or you can use the comment form below, which allows you to remain anonymous (if you prefer). I generally respond to comments if you give me an email address.