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 IV: Another Master

A couple of hours after she'd been released from the stocks, Renee awoke in her tiny bed in her tiny room, once again chained to the bed, but otherwise free of any other bondage. Her collar was back around her neck and she caressed it with shaking fingers. Comforted, she fell back asleep for another hour before Jayden came to get her for dinner.

Dressed in the humiliating and revealing maid's outfit, Renee served dinner much as the night before. Her face was still adorned with the insulting words the boys had written on her. The heavy tray strained at her poor nipples, but she survived the ordeal. Again, it was hard to follow the conversation as she struggled to serve the family, but she finally understood that they had all agreed to let Taylor decide on how Renee was to be used for the family's evening entertainment. She shivered with dread at the evil smirk on the little boy's face.

While the others began to gather in the family room and Taylor finished preparations for their entertainment, Renee submissively ate the slop Marcus and Malik put down on the floor for her. It was liberally iced with their cum and the cloying taste brought strong tingles to her pussy. She was getting better at eating from a bowl on the floor, even with her arms bound behind her back. When the twins finally got the signal that everyone was ready, they wiped Renee's face, laced her back into her tight black corset, and led her out to the family room by her tit-leash. Taylor met them at the door and Renee could see everyone else, even Grandpa Joe, lounging here and there around the room.

"Time to entertain the family, fuck-toy," Taylor said, taking the leash from Marcus. He led Renee to the center of the room, where all she saw was pole sticking straight up out of the floor, about two feet tall, with a six-inch black dildo attached to the top. "This is what we call the pole of frustration," Taylor explained. "And to make it even better than normal, Aunt Camilla let me use her special exercise cock. I think you're going to like it, slut. I think everyone is going to like it." He positioned Renee so that the pole was directly below her naked sex. But she couldn't understand what was going to happen, not until Taylor went behind her and started lengthening the pole until she felt the tip of the dildo touching her. "Pussy or ass, slut?" Taylor whispered into her ear. "And don't forget to say please" he whispered even softer so that only she could hear.

Oh god! She was so scared. She didn't know what was going to happen. What was the right choice? What did he mean by exercise cock? She'd been fucked so many times during the day. Could she really handle another cock up in her tight cunt? But she'd been pounded in her ass too, and then that huge ball had invaded her ass for all those hours! What was the right answer!? "Oh, oh, please," Renee moaned, wanting to say 'please don't put that in me.' But she heard herself say, "Please, Master, please put it in my pussy!"

The pole lengthened and the exercise dildo slid up into Renee's already excited, sopping cunt. "Get up on your toes," Taylor commanded. A rush of panic made Renee's heart jump into her throat as she realized what he wanted. But he was her Master; she was his fuck-slave. She pushed herself up onto her bare toes. Taylor lengthened the pole again until the tip of the dildo was gently resting against her cervix. "There you go, Renee," he whispered. "Let's see how much you enjoy it." He stepped away and joined the other family members.

It didn't take long for the little girl to understand how diabolical the pole was. All of her weight was balanced on just three points - the balls of her feet and her pussy. She couldn't lower her heels to the floor without all of her weight pressing down on the point of the dildo. She was trapped, impaled, completely helpless. And with her arms bound behind her back, it was difficult to keep her balance. It was a terrifying position. The only way to keep her balance was to shift her weight back and forth from foot to foot as if she was dancing for her audience. Taylor was right - it was an incredibly frustrating position to be trapped in!

But Renee's situation was far worse than she understood. She saw Taylor lift a small remote control and smirk at her. When he pushed a button she screamed.

She screamed because the dildo inside her pussy shocked her. Her whole body reflexively spasmed. A huge new wave of gratitude swept over her when Taylor pushed the button again and the terrible shock ceased.

"Hey, I told you it was an exercise cock," Taylor said with a chuckle.

"Oh god, Master, please, please - don't do that again! Please!"

"Oh, don't worry, you stupid slut. It won't hurt you - it's just really unpleasant," Camilla threw in from her place on the sofa, where she was cuddled with her husband and sipping a tall, cold cocktail. "And I think you missed the part where Taylor said it's an exercise cock."

"What?! What am I supposed to... Aaaagghhh!" Renee screamed as the dildo shocked her again. What was she supposed to do? The only thing she could think of was to squeeze it, squeeze it as hard as she could with the muscles inside her body. And it worked! The terrible shock ended. Squeezing the cock made it stop shocking her! No wonder they called it an exercise cock.

"Well, maybe you're not as stupid as we thought," Camilla said with a smile, and several people laughed. "You figured it out. Believe me, little cunt - a few hours a day with that precious device up inside you, shocking you randomly, and you'll get stronger and stronger. With all the fucking you're going to get we need to make sure you stay as tight as possible."

Renee continued to dance about atop the awful exercise cock, terrified of the next awful shock. Her pretty breasts jiggled about. Her blonde hair bounced with her writhing movements. She was nearly hysterical with the hopeless frustration of her situation. What if they left her like this? Her legs were already cramping. And worst of all - she was incredibly aroused. Oh god, she really was the slut they kept calling her.

For another thirty minutes, Renee writhed in distraught agony - a puppet on a pole instead of a string. Every few minutes the horrible dildo would shock her again and she had to clamp her pussy on it as hard as she could. But she was tiring. It was harder and harder. Her calf muscles cramped and the dildo slipped higher inside her, pressing harder and harder into her cervix. And her arousal drove her insane.

"Oh god, Master, please, please, let me down!" Renee whimpered over and over again, looking to Taylor. "Please! I'll do anything, anything."

She should have known that her smallest, youngest tormentor, Taylor, wasn't done with her. He was just waiting for her desperation to hit a crisis.

"What's that you say, slut?" Taylor finally responded, coming over to Renee and idly playing with her pretty breasts as they bounced about.

"Please. Anything, I'll do anything. Please just get me down!"

Taylor turned to look at the audience. "What do you think, family? She says she'll do anything! Shall we get her down and test the theory?" Taylor said to the room, smiling like a showman. "I have a surprise for you all - all but Aunt Camilla - she helped. A surprise for the second half of the evening's entertainment. What do you say, is it time?"

A round of cheers assured Taylor that the rest of the family was ready to move on to the next half of the show. He called Marcus and Malik over and whispered instructions into their ears, and then he left the family room.

Renee watched Taylor leave and the little part of her brain that was still almost rational wondered if she'd just made a terrible mistake. Why did Taylor hate her so much? But she knew she couldn't manage the pole torture any longer, the next shock would be her undoing. Fortunately, Marcus lowered the pole just before the next shock. She sighed with enormous relief. She felt a huge desire to kiss him for his kindness. The sane piece of her brain screamed in frustration.

Back on her feet, Renee found she could barely stand - but she didn't need to stand. Marcus held her up long enough to unclip her wrists from her back and again she wanted to kiss him with gratitude. He lowered her to the floor on all fours. She wanted to collapse to the floor, but just then Malik returned carrying three metal poles. The sight of more metal poles turned Renee's blood to ice and she froze in place, staring in horror.

With identical smiles, the twins worked quickly. One of the poles went between Renee's ankles, attaching with soft leather cuffs. It spread her legs wide. The second, shorter pole was cuffed between Renee's wrists, holding her arms shoulder-width apart. The third pole then connected at each end to the centers of the other two, making it impossible to move those poles farther apart or closer together.

Just like that Renee was made completely helpless again. She could move, barely, but she was trapped on her hands and knees, vulnerable to anything.

The room went deathly silent a moment later when Taylor returned - leading a huge dog with grey, curly hair - an Irish Wolfhound. Renee blanched at the dog as her heart nearly stopped beating. She felt faint. In her mind she heard herself whining 'Anything, I'll do anything!' Out loud she heard herself whining "No, no, no, no, noooo!"

Taylor's smile was beyond frightening as he led the big dog across the room until he was standing right in front of Renee. The dog sat back on its haunches and looked her straight in the eyes. Instinctively, she dropped her gaze from the dog, already terrified of him.

"Meet Rufus, slut," Taylor said, smirking. "Aunt Camilla and I got him just for you! But he was my idea." With that, he unclipped the big dog's leash and went back to his spot on the sofa next to Jayden.

"Oh my god, oh my god," Renee moaned softly as the huge dog stood and slowly walked around her. Every instinct in her muddled brain told her to run away from the giant canine - driving home the fact that she was helplessly bound in place! "Agghhh!" she screamed when the dog sniffed at her bare ass with his cold, wet, enormous nose. A roar of laughter reminded her how many people were watching her horrible humiliation. "Please, please, Master, oh god, I'll do anything, please - make him go away!" She was so distraught - her voice sounded like a little girl.

"But Renee," Taylor said from the couch, "Rufus is your anything!" More laughter filled the air.

Once again, the big screen television came to life, and once again, there was Renee up on the screen, live - reminding her that the family filmed everything they did to her. She watched the huge, scary dog circling, getting slowly more and more excited as he liked what he smelled: terrified, available, trapped little girl.

"Rufus is one of your masters now, fuck-toy. And for now, he's the Master you'll serve and obey." More laughter rippled across the room at the look of anguish on the pretty girl's face at Taylor's words.

"Noooooo!" Renee wailed, but she was nearly drowned out by the family's laughter. "Not a dog! Please, please,... Aaaaggghhhh! No! Stop! Stop! PLEASE!" Her screams carried over the laughter when the dog swiped his huge, rough tongue through her labia from behind her. His tongue was so long and wide. It flashed out, slathered her whole pussy and swirled across her clit. "NOOOOOO!"

Renee was already aroused and incredibly frustrated from a whole day of fucking without ever once being allowed to climax. And now she had to deal with the incredible sensations of a huge dog's hot, rough tongue attacking her poor pussy. The tongue was so powerful, rough, and hot. He seemed to know exactly how to stimulate every nerve ending in her body as he twirled the tongue up inside her and drank the lovely flavors that the little girl put out - sex, arousal, and especially fear. Again and again, he flicked across her clit, driving her insane. The stimulation was too much!

"Oh god, please, master, please! Let me cum, let me cum, let me cum!" Renee whined over and over again, sounding like a desperate five-year-old. "Pleeeeeeese!"

It was the worst humiliation of her life - begging to be allowed an orgasm from the tongue lashing of a dog. Her masters knew how mortified she was. They laughed and laughed as she writhed at the end of the dog's big tongue, blushed the deepest red, and pleaded for their mercy. "Please let me cum! Oh god, please!"

Taylor extracted himself from the couch and knelt next to Renee so he could speak into her ear. "Yes, Renee, you can cum - you can cum as soon as Rufus does, and not a second earlier." He smiled and took his seat again after giving Marcus a high five.

"Nooooooooo!" Renee moaned in despair. But she understood now. She knew she was destined to be a dog's mate - his bitch - and there was nothing she could do about it. And worse, so much worse - suddenly she wanted nothing more in the whole world than getting the big dog to fuck her. The tiny part of her brain that was still trying to hold on to the wholesome, pretty, fifteen-year-old high-school girl curled into a ball and cried.

"Rufus, Rufus-Master, please, oh god, please! Fuck me! Come on Rufus! Fuck me!" the pretty girl called out and her audience howled with appreciation.

Renee begged the dog again and again to fuck her. It was a whole new level of humiliation! Why wouldn't he just get on her back? She desperately waggled her ass at him. With every passing moment, as he continued to slather her sensitive pussy with his long, clever tongue, her need was more urgent, more compelling. She had to get him to fuck her! "Rufus, Master, come on, you can do it! Just FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"

It was the most astonishing torture - forcing the child to beg, pitiably, for the most humiliating thing she could ever imagine - being fucked by a dog. Taylor beamed with pride as his family members all congratulated him. Even Grandpa Joe said he was impressed at the boy's ingenuity.

But the perfection of the moment wasn't meant to last forever. They all knew the dog would eventually want more than the sweet taste of frightened pussy. They all knew the big dog would want to turn the little girl into his little bitch.

Rufus suddenly reared up and launched himself onto Renee's back. He was heavy! He outweighed her by ten or twenty pounds. She wasn't prepared for the violent, rapid onslaught and she screamed loudly. His forelegs wrapped around her corseted waist as his heavy, furry chest pressed into her back. His paws pressed into the tops of her thighs. He growled as his hips humped forward into her ass at an incredible speed. How could he move so fast? She felt drool dripping onto the back of her head, running down under her collar. She was completely helpless in the big canine's grip.

Despite her desperate need for the dog to fuck her, Renee screamed again when she felt the thrusting, pointy red cock touch the inside of her thigh, then stab once at her pussy. She looked up at the television and she saw herself from the side. Oh god! She could see his bright red cock, trying to find her entrance, slamming forward and back almost faster than her eye could follow.

AGH! He penetrated her! It was only an inch, and only once, but it was like being struck by lightning. The stupid brute went back to poking at her randomly. She wanted that cock in her pussy! She looked at herself. She had to help him. Oh god, she was such a horrible slut - helping a dog to fuck her. But she did it, she arched her back, raised her pussy, and pushed it back to meet him.

Rufus found the mark. His pointed red cock slammed deep into the well-lubricated pussy. In three fast strokes, he buried his length inside her. He fucked her with unimaginable speed, banging into her sensitive cervix over and over in his insatiable need to dominate her with his cock. "Oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!" Renee moaned. Rufus pulled even tighter at her waist and legs, slamming forward. His cock was so warm, so sharp, and it moved so astonishingly fast. "Ahhhhhh!" she screamed again as he pummeled her cervix and drove her to the very edge of orgasm.

"Oh god, please! Rufus, Master, please cum in my pussy!" Renee cried out, unable to stop herself from begging to be disgraced by a dog. She needed to climax! She'd never needed anything more. "Master! I'll be your bitch. Please! Cum in my pussy!" It was one humiliation too much, one submission too far, one surrender too many - the tiny piece of Renee's brain that still wanted her to be a wholesome, pretty, innocent little girl knew that it had lost her forever. "Cum in your bitch, Master! Pleeeeease!"

In a flash, something changed. Renee felt the dog's cock swell inside her - bigger and bigger. In seconds his cock was huge, thicker even than all the Jackson men. He stopped thrusting in and out and switched to small, quick thrusts deep inside her, only a couple of inches, then even less. But his cock kept swelling, pressing into her sensitive flesh, tormenting the deepest barrier inside her. Renee remembered something she'd heard about dogs - about their knots. Oh god, no! He was knotting her. She could feel the huge knot, several inches up inside her, as it started to rapidly swell with hot blood. As big as a racquetball, then bigger, the size of a hardball, no, god, no...! "Aggghhh!!" She let out a tortured scream. A softball-sized knot sealed the gigantic dog's cock into his little bitch-girl.

Renee felt the flood of hot dog cum that Rufus released into her stoppered pussy. She felt the warmth spread through her as the cum filled every available crevice, millions of tiny dog sperm wriggling deeper, searching for eggs to fertilize, not caring that she was a girl, not a little bitch.

The huge flood of cum was the signal Renee had been given, the final permission she needed. She squealed again as her long-awaited climax roared over body and mind. "Yes, yes, oh god, yessssss!" Her eyes rolled back in her head from the intensity of the orgasm, pent up inside her through so much sexual activity during the day. Vaguely, she heard the cheers of the family as they watched their ultimate degradation of the pretty child - climaxing on the cock of a dog. But all Renee knew was the nirvana of her orgasm and the incredible rush of love she felt for the huge dog that had gifted her his torrent of hot, thin cum. "Thank you, Master, oh thank you! Oh god, oh god. Yessss! Thank you!"

Rufus grew content as his cum expanded the little bitch's belly. He dropped his forelegs to the ground on either side of her, pressing his weight down into her, but she held her ass high and pressed back into him. He continued to slowly pulse his swollen cock at her cunt and the incessant waves of pleasure he delivered were more than enough to keep Renee's orgasm swirling.

Renee's young body trembled in ecstatic pleasure, despite the humiliating horror of her position. Oh god, did just thank a dog for raping her? How far down into this nightmare could Taylor and his family take her?

"Damn, Taylor," Marcus said. "That was crazy hot!"

"Shit, yeah," Malik added to a general susurrus of laughter and congratulations. "You're a genius, kid. Who would ever have known that making her beg to fuck a dog would be so hot."

"Thanks, guys," Taylor replied. "But just wait, the show's not quite over."

Taylor's words sent tremors of panic through Renee. How could there possibly be anything else he could do to her?! But it was due to be another half an hour of non-stop, tortuous orgasmic trembling before she would find out. Half an hour before the dog's gigantic knot was ready to be painfully pulled from her young cunt.

"Oh god! Ohhhh! Aaagghh!" Renee cried out when the huge dog decided it was time to unmount his new bitch. She'd had enough of his time. He forcefully backed away from her, straining at her tight pussy. The knot had shrunk, but only a little. "Help! Oh god, help!" she cried out. But no one could help her. She simply had to endure - as if she were giving birth to a bright red, veined, and throbbing dog cock. "Aghh, aghhh, aghhhhhh!"

The knot erupted from Renee's cunt with an explosive plop. Most of the family gasped at the sight of the monster. How had the little girl-bitch endured so much dog flesh inside a pussy that they all knew, from first-hand experience, was tight as a vice?

As the huge cock popped out of her, as she screamed even louder, Renee wanted nothing more than to collapse to the floor. But the clever bondage device held her in place on her hands and knees. She sensed someone behind her and looked up to the screen to see Taylor kneeling. He held a glass to her pussy! It was already half full of the thin dog cum that had gushed from her sex as the dog released the pressure on her womb. She gasped in renewed fear and involuntarily squeezed her muscles, bringing forth another big gush of the milky fluid. Taylor caught every drop in the glass.

The preteen boy came around in front of Renee and knelt. She saw all the family members sitting forward at the edges of their seats, excited. "Are you ready to be done for the evening, fuck-toy?" Taylor asked in a voice that cruelly pretended to be kind and concerned.

"Yes! Yes Master, please!"

"Do you understand that Rufus is one your masters now, fuck-bitch?"

"Yes Master, I understand."

"What does that mean? Tell us all what it means that the dog is your Master."

"Oh god, please... it... it means he can fuck me." Unbelievably, Renee's cunny tingled with excitement at her words. "It means I have to get down and let him use me whenever he wants. I have to be his bitch. I have to be his fuck-bitch!"

"You sound like you want to be Rufus's fuck-bitch, slut! Do you, do you want his big cock back in your tight pussy?"

"Yes, yes, oh god, yes. I want him to fuck me. Please let him fuck me again," Renee wailed. And it was the truth. She wanted the big dog to fuck her again, right then.

"Not tonight, cunt," Taylor said quietly. "But you need to show Rufus how much you want to be his slave-bitch." He whistled and the well-trained dog padded over. "What do you say to your new master, Renee?"

Renee looked into the big dog's eyes, then quickly dropped her gaze to his huge paws. "Thank you, Master," she said and horribly she felt deep inside that she really meant it. She was truly thankful for the enormous relief he'd given her with his incredible cock. "Thank you for fucking me. Thank you for letting me cum. You can fuck me whenever you want."

Rufus the Irish Wolfhound responded to the little girl-bitch's subservience to his dominance, as was only his due: he kissed her on the lips. He swiped his tongue through her pretty mouth and fought a fast duel with her tongue - a duel she let him win. His dominance washed over her, forever sealing her place as his little bitch just as strongly as his knot had sealed her wonderfully tight young pussy.

"Ooh! Get a room!" One of the twins jeered.

"Or a kennel!" The other twin added to a new round of laughter.

Taylor let the laughter slowly die while the big dog continued to force his attentions on his new slut-bitch. When he had everyone's attention again he snapped his fingers and the big brute sat back on his haunches, cocking his head to one side to stare at his conquest. "Just one more thing, Renee," he said. As he spoke he quickly uncuffed her wrists from the bondage device. "One more thing to show Rufus and everyone how far you've come - what you're willing to do for him and for all of us." He helped Renee kneel, her ankles still trapped. She needed help. It took her a moment to find her balance. She was woozy, confused.

"Here you go, dog-whore," Taylor said with a smile. The whole family was silent, waiting. In her overwhelmed state, Renee had forgotten the glass of dog cum, collected from her own gushing pussy. Rufus's cum. Her new master's cum. She took the glass from Taylor, holding it in both hands and looked the evil little boy in the eye, but only for a second. Just like her dog-master, she must not challenge her preteen-master with her gaze.

Renee dropped her eyes and spoke clearly, knowing that Taylor wanted everyone to hear, knowing he wanted the cameras to record her words. "Thank you, Master," she said and no one who heard her could ever have doubted that she meant her words from the bottom of her heart. She raised the glass to her pretty lips and took a large gulp of dog cum into her mouth. She put her head back and showed the cum to Taylor and to all the others, who had silently risen and moved in close, towering over her petite form. She let them see her swirl the cum in her mouth, coating every surface, flooding her tastebuds with the dog's subtle, earthy flavor. She let them all see her slowly swallow the cum down her throat, bit by bit. Then she did it all again. Gulp, by precious, horrifying, humiliating gulp, Renee the Babysitter fuck-toy drank every drop of her dog-master's cum for the amusement of the rest of her masters.

They led her by her leash to her tiny bed in her tiny, stuffy, closet-like room. Someone scrubbed the nasty words from her face and body. Someone released her from the leash. Someone helped her out of her corset. Someone slid the chain through the ring in her collar, the chain that was little more than a symbol of her captivity. She curled into a ball and slept.

But Renee wasn't to sleep for long. She woke to darkness, but she heard someone in her tiny room. She felt a weight shift her thin mattress. She heard the chain rattle as it slid through the ring of her collar, releasing her. Hands pushed her shoulders as she rolled to her back. The darkness frightened her. Who had come to torture her now? She stiffened as weight descended on her chest, but no pain flowered, no torment appeared. Soft lips kissed hers. A tongue swirled gently across her lips, an invitation. An invitation that she greedily accepted, her mind desperate for a sign of tenderness. She kissed her midnight visitor like she had never kissed anyone before.

More weight pressed down into her. Her legs parted and wrapped around his body - and it was a he, for she could feel his hot erection pressing into her stomach. She put her arms around him and shivered at the tender way his fingers twined up into her thick hair as he embraced her in return. Such a beautiful kiss, so much wonderful, heart-pounding desire.

"Taylor?" Renee whispered her question, even though she knew without any doubt that it was the younger preteen atop her, holding her, and kissing her. She broke the kiss again, their lips still gently touching. "Why didn't you fuck me, Taylor? Why didn't you fuck me when you had the chance? Don't you like me?" She heard the way she sounded like a very young girl. She also felt the way he suddenly squeezed her tighter; she heard the little gasp he gave out at the sound of her voice.

There was a long pause. They kissed again. Taylor pulled back, staring through the darkness, imagining how beautiful his fifteen-year-old babysitter was. "I didn't want them to see," he said. He paused, struggling with the words. "I didn't want them to see how much I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too, Taylor," the gorgeous blonde teen whispered to the eleven-year-old. "I love you completely. I'm yours forever." Renee knew she meant it. She was madly, deeply in love with the worst of her many masters. "Oh gosh, Taylor," she moaned in her little-girl voice. She clutched him tighter. "My lovely Master. Please fuck me."

Please continue on to: Part V: Routine.

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