Renee the Babysitter Helps at the Party

-by Alvo Torelli, September, 2019

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

Part 3: Renee and the Bells

(Return to Part 1)

Renee Robertson wakes up to sunlight streaming in through a tall window. She blinks and pulls the covers tighter over her shoulder, turning away from the light, still half asleep. Her eyes snap open. Is this deja vu? Hasn't she been here before? Wasn't she naked that time too? What's going on?

"Don't worry, baby, you're safe," Jack Richardson says from his comfortable armchair.

She's back in his big bed, upstairs. Memories flood her confused brain - bad memories. OMG! She can't remember passing out. She can remember someone putting a bottle to her lips, late in the night - something fruity and sugary that she gulped down even as two men were... Oh god, did all that really happen?

Renee shifts in bed and moans. She hurts! She's sore everywhere!

"Yeah, you're probably pretty sore, sweetheart," Jack says with a chuckle. "Don't worry, a nice soak in a really hot bath with some epsom salts will fix that."

"But... but the party. Where did everyone go? What happened?"

"The party? Oh, baby, the party isn't over yet. The party has a another whole night to go." Jack smiles at the terrified little girl, who can't believe what she's hearing. "Go on now, baby. You go ahead and eat something and I'll get you a nice hot bath going. Okay?"

Resigned to her fate - knowing she won't even try to escape from the nightmare she's still living, Renee turns to find another tray of scrumptious looking food. God! She's so hungry.

Renee descends the stairs demurely, eyes down, beautiful hair carefully brushed and shining. Her aches and pains are still with her, but diminished to mere annoyances by her long soak and a couple of pain pills. She steps very carefully, unsure of herself. Her leash dangles down to nestle between her gorgeous young breasts, then arches gently across to Jack's hand. She hardly even notices the black leather collar anymore, and she isn't wearing anything else to notice at all. Besides, Renee's attention is fully drawn to the mortifying new additions to her slut look - additions she can feel and see and even hear.

Two small, tight clips are attached to Renee's tender nipples and from each clip dangles a small golden bell. The bells don't weigh much, but they swing this way and that with every step, and they make a surprisingly loud, pleasant peal. And as they swing and dangle the little bells torture Renee's nipples, keeping her constantly aroused and irritated in equal measure. She would love to tear the horrible things off, but the handcuffs that keep her arms firmly bound behind her back prevent such bad behavior.

But the bells on Renee's nipples aren't the only new humiliation to audibly announce her arrival. The nipple-clamps are hardly enough to throw her off her gait and make her fearful of falling, not even in her high heels. No, that torture comes from the large anal plug that Jack slid into her ass and inflated just moments earlier. With every step, every movement, she feels the huge thing pressing her insides, despite the fact that it's barely half an inch thick at her anus. Even worse - dangling from the thick ass plug is a thick, two-foot tail of black, shiny hair. And tied into the tail, every four inches from top to bottom, are more of the little golden bells, each of them chiming and tinkling with every step the poor child takes as she descends into day three of Jack's party.

The eyes of Eli Sr, Mark and Patrick are glued to Renee as she slowly descends the stairs. All of them have wicked smirks on their faces. Jamal stands back slightly, handling the camera. She can't take her eyes off the lens, and she blushes yet again at the thought of what it's capturing and who the audience might be who will enjoy the hours of recordings.

But despite the shame, the questions, the nipple-torment and the huge plug rearranging her insides, much of Renee's confused mind is trying to imagine what Jack might have in store for her for night three of his outrageous party. What else could they possibly do to her!? Not knowing the answer to that question is intoxicating and terrifying and Renee can only hope the men can't tell how excited it makes her. Or perhaps it's the opposite; perhaps she wants them to feel her lustful, erotic excitement more than anything. Even Renee doesn't know which.

Jack proceeds to walk his blushing little captive around the house for the enjoyment of all the men. Once again Renee is subjected to the most degrading comments and frequent gropes. Mark, in particular, laughs every time he fondles a perky breast or pats her smooth ass and gets the little bells to tinkle. Since all the bells have slightly different tones, he's desperate to play Renee like a musical instrument - but the others all want their turn and he'll just have to learn to live with his disappointment.

The terrible parade ends back in the big family room, where once again there's video of Renee and her adventures up on the big screen. She see's herself writhing and moaning in obvious pleasure as Eli Sr fucks her in the pussy and Patrick uses his huge cock to invade her tight ass. Just watching makes her pussy clench and flood with excitement. She has trouble tearing her eyes from the screen until Jack pulls on her leash to remind her where she is and who's in charge. She turns to face the center of the room and sees something there that turns her blood to ice.

"Ah, Renee," Jack says, "I see you appreciate the nice present I got for you. This is called a stockade, sweetie. I had it made just for you. In fact Patrick was the one who constructed it. Wasn't that nice of him? What do you say to Patrick, Renee?"

Renee's eyes are so big. It isn't at all hard to understand how the evil-looking device waiting for her on the floor works. It's simplicity itself - down on the floor, one vertical bar connected to two horizontal bars, with leather wrist and ankle cuffs at the ends of the two horizontal bars; a fourth metal bar rising up from the vertical bar, topped with a small, thickly padded platform, a platform, to rest someone's mid-chest on; and a fifth metal bar rising straight up from the center of the shorter horizontal bar, topped by a loop of metal with a simple hinge and a padlock, a loop of metal just the right size to fit around the neck of a little girl - a little girl like Renee. She slowly brings her gaze up to look into the smirking face of Patrick. "Th-thanks?" she says, trembling all over.

Jack steps close behind Renee and removes her leash. He unlocks her handcuffs and steps even closer to her, pressing into her trembling back. He reaches around to lift one perfect, ample breast. His breath is hot on her neck and she feels his tongue lightly run along the skin and down the edge of her jaw. His other hand reaches between her legs and his fingers test her cunt, proving that she's incredibly wet. "God, Renee, my beauty, my little slut, my precious child - you're so perfect, so sweet, and so very ready. You're going to be perfect, my love."

Renee lets Jack press her forward and down to her knees. She straddles the center pole and bends forward until her mid-chest rests against the pad of the stockade and her pretty breast dangle freely in front of it, tinkling. Without even being told, she widens her knees to place her ankles at the ends of the rear bar and sets her wrists next to the cuffs at the forward bar.

She's so very frightened of the evil device, but she's so excited that it's there for her, to showcase her and fix her in place as the center of attention of all those men. She could kick, scream, run away - but she doesn't. She can't help whimpering as Jack buckles cuffs onto her ankles, forcing her knees wider apart, then comes around to buckle the cuffs to her wrists, forcing her down onto her elbows. Her bells tinkle again and again, like an invitation to dinner - and she's the main course. While she still can, she strains to turn her head to see that the humiliating tail arches upwards out of her upturned ass, then drops down between her legs. Renee is completely helpless and presented to her audience like some kind of cat in heat.

"Oh god, Jack, please." Renee whimpers as Jack closes the ring around her neck and she hears the padlock snap close. He takes her chin in his hand and lifts her face to look him in the eye, raising his eyebrows for the rest of her plea. "Please, Jack, please won't someone fuck me?"

Laughter ripples around the room, but Jack just smiles. "All in good time, dear. But we have to wait for the rest of our guests to arrive. We wouldn't want anyone to miss anything, would we."

Renee's eyes flare. "More guests?" she whispers, but her only answer is a soft kiss from Jack. Then he shows her the dreaded black hood and with a terrible smile he pulls it over her head, carefully arranging it to leave her pretty lips visible. But once again she's completely blind.

"Now be a good little slut and don't say anything, baby. I don't want to have to gag you again." Jack whispers into her ear.

She hears Jack as he rises, joins the others and they all leave the family room. Even the sound of the video is turned off. Renee is left alone, blind and bound and helpless.

It feels to Renee as if they leave her bound there for hours. But it can't really be that long before she starts to hear people filtering back into the room. There's more and more of them, a crowd! They murmur and mill about, but no one touches her or speaks clearly. She's the center of their attention, but she can't see them! She hates it and it's humiliating. More people arrive. More men. Their chatter increases and one voice rises above the others in her ears - daddy! Oh god, no, daddy is here again!

It occurs to Renee that she never let on to Jack that she knows her daddy used her body again and again the previous night. Does Jack know she knows? Of course he does! He seems to know everything about her. Jack's words come back to haunt her, 'you're in for a huge surprise, Rick - something you've never seen before - something you'll want to tell your grandsons about.' What could the surprise be? Is it her, his daughter, bound and fucked? Is that why she's wearing the awful hood? Is that why he told her not to speak. Not knowing what's going to happen is torture! It's humiliating. It's exquisite. But Renee won't spoil Jack's little secret.

The noise of the crowd grows and Renee can hear enough snippets to know that she really is the center of attention. The tension grows as well. Her need grows just as fast. She wants to beg someone to fuck her, she needs it so much, but she's too well trained already to break Jack's commands. But another idea occurs to her! She can't speak, but maybe she can entice one of them to help her - help her with their big fat cock that is. And didn't Jack give her the perfect way to do that.

Renee is bound helpless and vulnerable on her hands and knees, but she can still move enough to do what she needs to do. She can wiggle her upraised ass. She can shake her shoulders and make her dangling breasts wobble and swing. And in the process she can play a little tune on her many bells. She strains her muscles to push her ass even higher and fights against her bondage to get as much movement in her shameful tail as she can manage. The bells tinkle and chime like mad, and the tail swishes from side to side, tickling her inner thighs horribly. Her arousal and need grow exponentially as she desperately tries to flirt with the crowd of men - men that she knows are horny and would love to fuck her! Oh god, she needs it so bad.

"And there you have it," rings out Jack's loud, clear voice. "Just look how desperate our trained little cock-slut has become. Have you ever seen such a wanton display of female depravity?"

A roar of laughter meets Jack's little speech and the captive child cringes in shame, for she knows what he says is only the truth. And the men's laughter only makes her need so much worse.

Renee feels Jack's hand rest gently on her shoulders and wishes once again that she could see. Her temporary blindness makes everything else so much worse. "Do you need a big fat cock, little girl?" Jack says. "Show us. Show us how you beg for a monster cock to fuck your tight little pussy." He swipes one finger through her swollen, wet labia and she can't hold back an incoherent moan of desire. "Show us all."

Again, Renee struggles to get her ass higher, to wave her mortifying tail about as seductively as possible. All the bells tinkle, each of them giving a little peal that sounds almost like 'please, please, please.' She can't believe she's doing something so incredibly shameful, but she can't stop herself.

"What do you say, gentlemen, shall we give our little slut a big throbbing cock to assuage her desire? Shall we see just how far she'll go to fulfill the burning need she feels in that gorgeous tight pussy?"

The chorus of jeers includes 'yes' and 'give it to her' and many versions of 'I'll fuck her!' It's deafening.

"No, no, none of you," Jack says, quieting the boisterous crowd of men. "We have some special guests to help our precious wee cock-slut with her problem. Gentlemen, please welcome our first special guest for the evening - Titan!"

Titan! A horrifying image dances through Renee's brain as she hears the cheers. She imagines Mark or Eli Sr leading the huge long-haired German Shepherd into the room. No, no, no, please! she wants to scream. Not a dog! Please not a dog! Suddenly she understands the stockade - it's the perfect way to hold her in position and help complete her ultimate humiliation, being bred to a huge dog. Wait! Didn't Jack say 'guests?' OMG!!

"Titan is a Titan amongst canines, my friends!" Jack announces. "He's a Shiloh Shepherd, weighing in at 140 pounds." There's a susurrus of excitement across the room at the shear bulk and strength of the dog that strains at his leash, nearly pulling Eli Sr across the room. "With your permission, gentlemen... let the show begin!"

The first thing Renee feels is Titan's tongue, lashing across her lips, bringing back the memory of kissing him the day before. And she doesn't disappoint the crowd this time either, she kisses the big canine back even though she can't see him. But Titan doesn't just want to kiss the little girl who's holding still in such a submissive position, like she was begging him to dominate her. He remembers how tasty she is! Leaving off her mouth, he rubs his coat all down the side of her body, marking her with his scent, then whirls around for a good long taste of her wonderful sex.

Ooh! The way the little girl wiggles her ass back and forth when he shoves his tongue up in between the warm folds of her pink pussy is intoxicating. And her tail twitches back and forth like mad. Such an invitation, although the tinkling sounds she makes are confusing! Titan presses his shoulder to her butt and slides it all up the other side of her body, courting her, letting her know he's ready to take her as his little bitch. She moans a throaty, desperate moan. Her ass continues to waggle. She trembles all over. Every sign says 'yes, yes, I submit!'

But the mind of the young girl who can't stop her body from signaling her willingness to the big dog is reeling, terrified, finally realizing she's let things go too far. They want her to fuck a dog! In front of a crowd of men. In front her daddy! NOOOO! NOOOO!

Renee screams the first time the dog tries to jump onto her back to mount her. His weight comes down on her back and he scrabbles to grab her waist, but in reality he's a dog and she's a girl and it isn't exactly right. He drops back to his paws and circles her again, pressing his fur into her sides and swiping at her here and there with his long rough tongue. The bells on her nipples chime loudly when he slobbers across her breasts. Then he's ready for another try.

"Oh my god! No, please, please!" Renee finally screams out loud. But her pleas are useless, her fear is of no consequence - and her ultimate humiliation is inevitable. Titan rears up again, centered perfectly this time. His strong front legs curl around her waist and hook hard against her thighs. His weight presses Renee down, a whole new level of dominance of the little girl. Her tail is pressed into her butt and the anal plug tilts inside her as she cries out in terror. Hot precum stings her and dribbles down her thighs. Titan's rear paws dance as he struggles to find the perfect position, but in fact the stockade is holding Renee exactly where she needs to be for him to easily overcome any mismatch in their anatomies.

The crowd goes crazy as they sense the moment they've waited for. "Jesus, look how fast he humps," and "Fuck, he's got her now," are typical of the comments zooming across the room. Renee can't see any of the men, but she's already heard many zippers and she realizes that many of the men are stroking their cocks as they watch her with the giant dog.

The young teen is completely helpless. Whether she wants it or not, the dog is going to fuck her and fuck her hard as everyone watches. And suddenly she realizes that part of her does want it. The deepest, darkest part of Renee simply can't resist the opportunity to be the absolute center of attention, no matter how humiliating and depraved it may be. That little part of her brain blossoms, nurtured by the dog's dominance, the rapid jangling of all her shameful little bells and the crowd's jeering barbs. It wins the fight with the rest of her conscience! "Oh god, Titan, Titan, yes! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! PLEASE!" Renee cries out at the top of her lungs.

And Titan does just that. As he humps forward again and again, poking in the general direction of his little bitch's cunt and soaking her with jet after jet of stinging precum, the tip of his thick red rocket finally encounters the warm wetness of her tight embrace and a signal travels instantaneously to his canine brain - yes, you found the mark, right... THERE!

Titan's assault is instantaneous. He slams his cock between the puffy outer guardians of Renee's precious sex and straight on through to the very depth of her pussy. He's so big! As big as Jamal, easily. But Jamal has never fucked a girl as thoroughly and rapidly as Titan can fuck Renee. That huge cock moves in and out faster than a man could count, much less perform. Her little bells sound like wind chimes in a hurricane.

Renee's world shrinks to a tiny bubble - a bubble that surrounds her and the magnificent dog. Jack's house and the big video screen, her audience and their jeering cheers, it all vanishes from her perception. As the dog fucks her twenty times faster than a man could ever manage, time slows to a crawl and the details become sharp - his weight on her back, his claws at her thighs, the strange feel of his fur against her smooth skin, the ring around her neck, her humiliating bondage, the rapid ringing of the bells on her nipples, the big ass plug that makes her pussy even tighter for her doggy lover - and above all else the sheer force of his animal domination and the rapidly blooming intensity of the pleasure in her cunt.

Climax overwhelms Renee's confused mind in less than a minute. "Oh god, yes, yes, Titan! YES!" she screams, oblivious to the hooting delight of her audience. Even as she screams and orgasms she feels the rapid change in Titan's cock - the way it swells even thicker and then something even bigger forces through her entrance, again and again. A vision of the knot on his cock, the knot he'd tried to force into her mouth, explodes in her mind and she understands that Titan is finalizing her ultimate debasement - he's going to tie her! But she can't care - her pleasure is too great. And when the huge dog slams his cock into her one last time, when he's barely able to squeeze the knot past her puffy, velvety entrance and past the extra constriction of the ass plug, when the knot is fully embedded and swells up another inch or more and massive quantities of his hot thin cum explodes from the pointy tip to warm her depths, Renee understands, right then, that she's hooked. She's hooked on the sex, hooked on the debauchery, hooked on the humiliation - and most of all hooked on the domination of being tied to the massive cock of a large dog.

There's no going back. Renee will dream of this moment, fantasize about reliving it every day. As if she's had one too many doses of heroine, Renee is addicted to the pleasure of the humiliation and submission and she understands she will forever want to be some man or some dog's little slut-bitch.

As Renee realizes that she really is tied to the dog, that he can't pull his swollen knot out of her even as he tries, the rest of the world comes back to her. How long will she be trapped under the big brute? What does she look like to all the men in her audience? She quivers almost violently under the canine as her orgasm, still fed by the sheer size of the knot inside her, lingers on.

"Well now, gentlemen!" Renee jerks her head up at the unexpected sound of Jack's voice. "Did I not promise you an extravaganza?" Great applause and cheers meet his question to the crowd. "But as you can see - our sweet slut is now tied to her new lover. She'll be hosting that magnificent cock of his for half an hour at least. Now we all know how impatient she gets if she's not allowed to service as many as possible. So who'd like to step up and be the first to keep our little slut's mouth busy?"

Pandemonium erupts. It seems every man in the room - and there seem to be so many - wants to be first. The energy in the room seems to annoy Titan and he dances about on his back legs, pulling and tugging at Renee's cunt. She moans piteously, but it's lost in the noise of the crowd.

"Settle down, gentlemen!" Jack bellows and the crowd subsides. "I was only kidding! The honor of going first belongs to our special guest - Rick Robertson." Renee jerks at the mention of her daddy! No! She has to bite her lip not to scream. Not her daddy, not again! But she hears the footsteps just in front of her, she feels a hand on her head through the awful black hood.

"Wait, wait," Jack says. "Didn't I promise you a huge surprise, Rick? Something you'd never seen before, something to tell your grandsons?"

"Jesus, Jack - what could possible top watching a hot little girl fuck a big mongrel?"

"How about this, Rick?" Jack says and tears away the blinding hood that covers the hot little girl's face.

Renee blinks rapidly as the light floods her eyes and she hears her daddy cry out "Holy shit, Jack! That's my... that's my... holy shit!"

"Daddy?" Renee manages to say. She sees the shock on his face, the way he takes in her situation with new appreciation now that he knows it's his own daughter entertaining the crowd of men. His eyes travel up and down her body. She sees the moment when he realizes that she's the same girl - the one he'd raped in the throat and fucked, again and again. What is He going to do now that he knows? "Daddy?" All of her humiliation and uncertainty and fear flow into that one, piteous word.

Rick doesn't stumble back and run from the room. Rick doesn't lose his cool and scream at his slutty daughter. Rick doesn't attack Jack, the man responsible for debauching his child beyond imagining. No, Rick Robertson's eyes flare with excitement. He steps forward, kneels down, wraps his fist into his gorgeous daughter's blonde hair, tilts her head back and feeds his throbbing cock into her warm mouth. He looks over the child's shoulder at the huge dog weighing her down and drooling on the back of her neck, and howls until the dog raises his head and howls along.

Cheers and laughter erupt all around the room. Renee swallows her daddy's cock and sucks on it with everything she has. Her tongue attacks the big intruder. She does everything she can to please him, drinking in the mortifying energy from the crowd, energy that renews the climax in her stuffed pussy. Once again the bells at her nipples tinkle.

Renee's daddy fucks her mouth with enthusiasm until he can't hold back any longer. His hot cum boils out just as he pulls away so that he ices her face with thick goo. He rises to a loud round of applause, grinning from ear to ear.

For the first time, Renee is able to see her audience. The room seems so crowded! She spots all eight of the men who'd used her so thoroughly the night before, but she also sees boys, lots of boys! It's Ryan and Marty and all the other boys from the birthday party, back from their soccer tournament. And it's one of those boys, Ryan, who steps up to take the place of Renee's daddy. His twelve-year-old's cock seems tiny compared to her daddy's, but it isn't long before Renee is swallowing an impressive load of young Ryan's hot jism.

Renee sucks four cocks, swallowing loads of hot cum, before Titan is finally able to pull his huge knot past her ass plug and constricted opening. She screams, but not from the pain, from the terrible emptiness - as if she's no longer complete. But she doesn't have to suffer the empty feeling for long, for only minutes later another huge dog - this time a Great Dane - is cleaning up the rivers of thin cum that flowed down her legs as Titan extracted himself from her. The big dog quickly moves up to her pussy and she shivers with anticipation: if this dog's tongue is any indication, his cock will be massive.

Even as Renee begins to enjoy the attentions of the second dog, wagging her ass to encourage him and tinkle the little bells in her tail, wantonly enticing him to dominate her, Jack prepares one final humiliation for the young girl. He has Patrick lead Titan around in front of her so that her face is just inches behind his ass and she can see the size of his magnificent, dangling cock.

"So, it just seems fair, little bitch," Jack says to Renee, kneeling next to her. "If Bruno back there is going to clean you up, then you really ought to clean Titan up. Don't you think?" Renee's eyes flare with surprise, but she doesn't try to stop Jack when he pulls the dog's cock up between his back legs and feeds the pointy, quivering red tip into Renee's mouth. "That's it, Renee, suck him nice and clean - then you can enjoy some quality time with Bruno."

Renee isn't forced to suck Titan's slowly shrinking cock for long. Jack has made his point - that there's nothing Renee won't do, no matter how humiliating. And there are far too many men and boys eager to get their own cocks between her pretty lips while they watch her get fucked or licked by a dog. But first she needs to be mounted again.

She can't see that Eli Sr. is actually holding the big Great Dane back, letting the dog lick at her enflamed pussy, but preventing him from mounting her. As Titan is led away, Renee's cunny is begging her for a cock. Licking is wonderful, but it wants to be FULL! And so Renee does exactly what Jack hopes she would do - she looks into the lens of his camera and she begs, she pleads, she screams for relief from her never-ending need.

"Please! Please! Oh god, let him fuck me. Let him fuck me now! Please!"

Jack smirks as he signals Eli Sr to let the dog go. The dog tries to mount her, but misses. He dances around her as she pleads with him. "Bruno, Bruno, please, come on, you can do it. Oh god please!" She waggles her ass for him and tinkles like crazy as the big dog presses against her sides, gets confused and tries to mount her head, scaring the poor girl nearly to death, then gets back behind her and tries yet again. "Oh my god! Oh my god! He's so big!!" the fifteen-year-old screams, for indeed the dog's cock is huge and he hasn't wasted any more time finding her pussy and plunging into her depths.

Three or four minutes later Renee is panting hard. She's tied to the Great Dane's humongous knot. It feels like she has a softball inside her, trapped by the anal plug. It's incredibly frightening and uncomfortable and dominating - but she loves every second of it.

And when she's presented with yet another cock to suck she gobbles it down greedily.

A steady stream of boys and men kneel and worship at the alter of Renee's pretty mouth as she holds a huge dog cock deep inside of her. As soon as Bruno the Dane manages to extricated himself from her pussy embrace, Thor is brought out to refill the terrible emptiness in her body. And after Thor there's a huge Rottweiler named Spike. And after Spike it's a huge Doberman Pincer who goes by the odd name of Fluffy. And always there are cocks to suck and cum to swallow and the little bells on her nipples tinkle away as the evening turns to night and the night turns to early morning and Titan returns for a second eager fuck with the beautiful little girl-bitch.

It's Jack who ends the party - far too soon for most of the eager boys and men. But Renee is exhausted, with barely enough strength to suck another cock, barely enough energy to waggle her amazing round ass for the next dog. It's Jack who shoos the party-goers away, unlocks the nearly comatose girl from her bondage and carries her up his bed to sleep another nine or ten well-deserved hours, maybe more.

Renee Robertson wakes up to sunlight streaming through the window and and sits up with a start. Where? How? OMG! She's in her own bed. She has no idea how she got here. She's wearing her favorite soft sleep blouse and a pair of panties, like she always does. No one is sitting in the corner, smirking at her. She's alone. She shivers despite the warmth.

The three-day weekend of the birthday party has ushered in the end of summer. School starts the next day. Renee goes back to her familiar routine, school, homework, friends, texting, even babysitting. But she's haunted by constant memories of the party, by the dull ache of emptiness.

And she thinks she might be going crazy. There's nothing, nothing at all, to indicate that the boys' birthday party ever happened! There are no rumors. No one looks at her strangely or sends her weird texts. Time after time she runs into one of the boys or men at the party and they don't even notice her, or they act like nothing happened. She tries to ask about it, but they just give her puzzled looks. Finally, she corners Jack in a store and confronts him, but he denies everything. He's nice about it, and tells her he's worried about her, but he assures her that he and the boys weren't even in town that weekend - they were all off at a multi-day soccer tournament with the whole team. He even has a receipt for the hotel they stayed in. A couple of the other dads were there too.

Frightened, Renee tracks down one of the mothers, then another, only to have them each corroborate Jack's story! The boys and their fathers were all out of town the long weekend of the 'supposed' party!

But what about daddy? Daddy was there! She knows he was there. But he couldn't have been there. "No, sweetie, Rick and Parker were off fishing for the three day weekend. Didn't you know that? Heck, it took me half a day on Tuesday to clean all the fish they brought back Monday night," Renee's mother tells her. "Here, look at these pictures they texted me on Saturday and Sunday - gorgeous sunsets up there on the lake."

Renee is close to a nervous breakdown. Did she just imagine the party? No! But... OMG! With every passing day she becomes less sure, but more upset. And to add to the horrible uncertainty and confusion there's the fact that she is undeniably and overwhelmingly horny! It's a horniness she can't even begin to assuage on her own - but there's no one to turn to. She desperately wants to feel the wonderful combination of humiliation and sexual stimulation that speaks to her very core. She needs it!

Renee imagines what it would be like if everyone knew of her terrible, humiliating adventures. The idea is terrifying, but she's convinced that even that would be better than what she's faced with - nothing. Still, how can she find someone to help her if everyone she thought was at the party denies it ever happened and their families corroborate their stories? Who can she turn to?

Two weeks into the school year Renee can't take it anymore. Every minute is torture. She needs help. Her school has a psychologist and counselor! She makes an appointment with the woman, Ramona Dixit. She's never met her.

"You... you can't tell anyone what I tell you, right?" Renee asks the attractive late-thirties woman at their first appointment.

"Of course not, dear. Our conversations are strictly confidential. I could lose my job if I divulged what you tell me." Ms Dixit is a tall woman who likes a severe look, her long black hair pulled into a tight bun, a matching jacket and tight pencil skirt, black, heeled ankle boots and large black glasses that give her a strict and frightening seriousness.

"Oh god, thank you Ms Dixit."

"Please, Renee, let's use first names. It's Ramona. These sessions are a... safe place. Now, tell me what this is all about, Renee. And don't leave out any details!"

"Oh, okay." Renee feels better already. There's something about the imposing woman that makes her pour out the entire story - every sordid detail. It takes hours. At some point Ramona has to call out to cancel her afternoon appointments, but she never seems upset or shocked or unbelieving. Not until the story is all told.

"Well, Renee, that's quite a story," the counselor says, looking over her extensive notes. "But you say that everyone who was at this... party... now claims to have been somewhere else. Indeed, I'm professionally acquainted with Peter Chae and I can assure you he was at a convention for PE teachers over the long weekend before school started. Hmm. This is a conundrum, Renee."

"Oh god! You don't believe me."

"Well now, dear, that's really not the point is it. My job isn't to believe you or not believe you. You believe it happened, and that's all that really matters. My job is to help you deal with the consequences of your belief."

"But... but... you don't understand! I... I need it! I want it so much! You can't understand!"

"Oh, but Renee, my dear, I certainly can understand. And I can help you - I can. I promise! I. Can. Help. You."

"Really?" Renee is near to tears that someone is finally willing to help her.

"Yes, exactly. But I'm afraid our time is up for today, Renee. You'll have to wait for next time."

"What? No! Please, please!" Renee's eyes go wide as she hears herself beg and then her blood turns cold at the smirk on Ramona Dixit's pretty face, a smirk so like the one that Jack liked to give her.

"I'm sorry, dear. But that will be all for today," Ramona says as she shows Renee to the door. She's about to close the door on Renee when she has a thought. "Just one more thing, Renee. You have such a great reputation as a babysitter - I was wondering if you'd be willing to babysit my girls Friday night. My usual babysitter had a sudden emergency and I'm really in terrible... need."

"Babysit? Me? But... but after all the things I just told you! You'd still want me to babysit for you?"

"Come now, dear, we both know that's all in your head - and I know you're a very responsible young lady. I'm sure you'll be a great babysitter for Shelly and Miranda - they're just eight and ten - you'll adore them. Here's the address - we'll see you at seven."

OMG! "Oh, ah... I guess?"

With the two cute, inquisitive preteens in their beds, Renee wanders the surprisingly large and luxurious home of Ramona Dixit. Ms Dixit lives well for a school counselor! The woman had been right - Renee did rather adore the two little girls - they were sweet and fun and they'd all had a good time discussing 'icky boys.' Now Renee tries to fight the draw that always plagues her when she's babysitting; she tries to be good. But it's no use. She can't resist. Her wanderings inexorably take her into Ms Dixit's office. She's surprised to see three computer monitors side by side on the wide, modern desk, all of them dark. She tries to talk herself out of it, but she still sits in the chrome and black leather chair and reaches out towards the mouse next to the keyboard. She tries to hope the screens will stay dark or be locked, but she bites her lip in anticipation and she knows she'll rummage about for the password if they are. She can't help herself.

She's babysitting for a mother, not a handsome daddy, and she's babysitting two little girls, not preadolescent boys. So why does her naughty pussy flare with excitement as she moves the mouse and the three screens start to flicker to life?

The screens aren't locked. OMG! There's a web browser open to a porn site on the middle screen! Ms. Dixit looks at porn? She leaves it open where her little girls might find it? OMG! Renee can't pull her eyes away from the center screen and the bold lettering of the porn site:

Mistress Ramona's Dungeon
Desire, Domination and Debasement

OMG! Desire, domination and debasement. Renee tenses with a combination of fear and excitement.

But wait... Renee's first impression was wrong... as she looks across the other two screens she realizes she isn't just looking at a web browser. She's looking at an elaborate web site construction application. Ms Dixit wasn't looking at the porn site - she was building it!

OMG! OMG! Part of Renee's mind screams at her to run away, leave the house behind, never come back. But that naughty little piece of her mind that always causes so much trouble tells her she can't leave without knowing what kind of sordid, horrifying debauchery the site contains. 'Look closer' the little voice says. She looks closer. In bright red letters she reads

"Our newest star: Renee the Babysitter!"

Noooooo! It can't be! It's not possible. Her hands tremble as she clicks the link and the page opens and there she is - her - Renee Robertson, peering out from the screen with a 'wouldn't you like to kiss these pretty lips' pout on her face. And then her voice comes from the screen. It sounds sexy and enticing, but it really is her voice! "Hi there, baby, welcome to my party. Wouldn't you like to see how much I love to be humiliated and used. Members only - but you won't be disappointed, I promise. OMG! I'd love to show you more. LOL!" How did they...

As Renee watches the picture fades out and another one takes its place - Renee down on her knees with her arms behind her back and her bikini top pulled down under her pretty breasts, thrusting them up and out in an enticing display. The girl on the screen looks out at the watcher and its obvious how excited and turned-on she is.

Renee can't tear her eyes away. The picture of her fades to another still with her perfect breasts framed by the bondage harness and a leash trailing away from the collar around her neck as she smiles alluringly. Then again the picture changes and Renee's nipples tighten at the sight of the little bells that were clipped there for so long, slowly torturing her. And that Renee on screen is giving that come-fuck-me pout that she's used to tease boys and men for ages.

The very idea of the website is horrifying, but there's also a flood of relief. It did happen! This is proof. There really was a party!

With trembling fingers she clicks through to the next page. And there it is, her worst nightmare and deepest fantasy. Three separate sections for the three nights of the party, all laid out in front of her. Links to hundreds of still photos. Hours and hours of movies. She can't resist the need to know what she looks like! She opens a random movie and watches herself sucking the dicks of young boys. Another random choice and she's sandwiched between two men, moaning around a penis gag as they both fuck her. She realizes that the movies are cleverly edited so that you can't see who the men are. Their faces are either off-screen or blurred out. The only recognizable person is Renee and anyone watching would be able to tell that she's in heaven as the men and boys humiliate, dominate, fuck and use her for their pleasure. OMG! There's so much of it!

She hesitates, terrified, but she can't resist her curiosity. She clicks on yet another movie and sees herself bound on all fours, waggling her ass to make the bells on her tail tinkle for her audience. There's no hood hiding her face, so this isn't the first time she tried to entice one of the big dogs. OMG! Was he realy so wanton, begging for yet another dog to come and shove his wonderful cock into her sopping cunt. But she remembers how it felt, she knows she longs for it and she blushes a deep shade of red despite the fact that no one is there to see her shame.

It's all there - on the site. Every demeaning, mortifying thing she did. But is it really out there for people to see!? OMG! Renee studies the other two screens, the ones that control the site, allow for edits, track the users. And yes, she can see that the site is live - the pages that detail her shame have been up for a few days. And how many times have they been accessed? OMG! OMG! Hundreds of thousands of page views! NO! Her blush deepens even as her pussy clenches and creams. This is insane, it's horrible - it's so fucking exciting!

But who? Who is looking at her. She digs deeper. She finds the list of subscribers to Mistress Ramona's Dungeon. There are thousands of names. But every name she can think of is on the list. Her father! Her principal. All of her teachers. Most of the boys she knows. Even some of the girls she knows. It goes on and on. Names from all over the country - all over the world, a huge spike in subscribers to the website since Renee's pictures and videos were uploaded.

This is too much! She has to stop this insanity. Renee is a computer savvy girl and it doesn't take her long to figure out how to edit the contents of the website. OMG! She can delete it - she can delete it all. She can take down the entire site, then destroy the backups. Yes! Yes! She can...

But that awful little part of her mind - the part that keeps getting her into so much trouble - it asks her if she really wants to do that. Isn't she thrilled to be the center of so much attention. Look at all the comments! They think she's hot, beautiful, sexy, nasty. Look at all the things they want to do to her! OMG! She can't read the comments without blushing at the same time she pushes one hand down into her panties. God, she's so wet!

Renee pulls away from the simple click that could have ended it all, deleted her shame. Instead she clicks again on one of the movies and watches Thor ram his huge cock up into her pussy. Oh god, she's going to cum! She fingers her wet pussy like mad as the girl on the screen moans and writhes under the big dog, her nipple bells tinkling madly. Renee's breathing is fast and shallow. She's so close. It's going to be so good! OMG! She's missed this so...

A hand grips Renee's shoulder and she screams.

"Hush now! You'll wake the girls," Mistress Ramona hisses in Renee's ear and Renee, oddly compelled, does as she's told. "For a second there I thought you just might delete it all," the woman whispers more gently. She reaches around Renee and uses the mouse to close the video window. "But I do think you missed one important edit to the site. It was all cued up and ready to go live. You just needed to hit the upload button."

Renee seems to be frozen in place. All she can do is watch as her high school psychologist/counselor manipulates the web site controls and the page featuring Renee the Babysitter updates before her very eyes. She still sees Day One: Renee and the Boys, Day Two: Renee and the Men and Day Three: Renee and the Dogs. But now there's a new section to the page, in screaming yellow letters that flash over and over:

Coming Soon! Renee the Babysitters Dungeon Adventures

"Oh god! What does that mean?" Renee manages to whisper.

Ramona Dixit spins Renee around in her chair and glares down at her with a smirk that Renee has seen before, a smirk that holds so much promise of humiliation and debasement - and fun! Renee shivers with fright as she takes in the full view of her counselor, the black leather corset, the blood-red lipstick, the thigh-high leather boots with seven inch spike heels and the whip hanging from her hip. Ramona locks eyes with the young teen. "It means, my precious, that it's time for my little ones to begin learning the family trade. And since you're such a perfect combination of nurturing babysitter and submissive slut - I've chosen you to be our little toy and training slave.

OMG! Renee is so confused and overwhelmed. She's terrified. The woman is so forceful and frightening. And the little girls, too? OMG! She should flee! She should run, escape, get as far from this demonic, dark, beautiful dominatrix as she can get! But... Renee bites her lip. Her fingers slip deeper into her sopping cunny. She focuses even deeper into the mesmerizing eyes. OMG!...

"When do we start?" Renee whispers

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