- by Alvo Torelli, Halloween, 2022
(Mg, bg, Fg, MMg, bond, best, oral, humil, piv, inc, nc)
This is a sequel to: The Wrong Babysitting Job and Another Wrong Babysitting Job .
McKenna cursed and railed: what good was her new cell phone if she didn’t have the money to pay for service? The pretty, sparkly phone might as well be a pink brick! Why was her mother being so obstinate, refusing to put McKenna on the family’s plan and pay for her phone? All of her friends had working phones! It was ruining her life! It wasn’t fair! It was so….
Out in the kitchen, the house phone rang. God, her clueless parents still had a landline. "McKenna!" mother called – "it's for you." Who would be calling her? Sighing deeply, as only a put-upon twelve-year-old girl can sigh, McKenna dragged herself out to the kitchen. "It's a babysitting job," mother whispered, holding her hand over the mouthpiece of the semi-ancient telephone.
“Mo-om! I told you. I can’t do any more babysitting, I just can’t!” McKenna blushed deeply, highlighting the sprinkle of freckles across her dainty nose and high cheekbones. The mere mention of babysitting was enough to bring a flood of terrible, embarrassing memories and emotions – enough to make her clutch her knees and make her hope her panties wouldn’t get wet enough to dampen the fabric of her shorts.
"But darling, your father and I, well, we really think you need to get over this ridiculous aversion you have to babysitting. How else are you going to make any spending money? And… well, I wasn't going to tell you yet, but, we decided… If you'll do your part, show some responsibility by taking some regular babysitting jobs, then… we'll put your phone on our plan and pay for half of it. We just… we think it's the right thing for you."
Oh god, a cell phone – a working cell phone, with texts and data and…? But… but babysitting was… it always went so horribly… but… maybe, if she was extra special careful…. McKenna reached out to take the phone from her mother. She didn't see how hard it was for her mother to hide a satisfied, almost hungry smile. "I don't know, mom… You don't know… Some bad things happened! I don't think I…"
“Oh please, darling. I’m sorry if your first two jobs didn’t quite convince you what a great job babysitting can be,” mother said. “But, well, I’m sure… no, I’m absolutely positive – this time will be different. ‘Third time’s the charm’ they always say. I guarantee you – this job will be the one that wins you over, makes you understand, makes you a wholehearted convert – and then you'll have years and years of babysitting to look forward to. It's a great way for a sweet girl like you to make the extra money she needs. I promise! You'll love it!"
McKenna bit her lip. Gosh, her mom was so certain. And there was her phone, and the extra money, and… And it was just supposed to be babysitting! And… oh! With trembling hands, she took the phone from mother and put it to her ear.
“Um, hello?” McKenna asked.
“Oh my gosh, is that really you? Is this McKenna?”
“Um, yeah, I’m…”
"Wonderful. Oh, please tell me you'll come and babysit for us on Halloween! You have no idea. Damian and I are just dying to… Damian's my husband, I'm Luella by the way… we're just desperate to go to this little party on Halloween. But really, how could we unless we have a sitter for the boys? Normally I'd get my brother to sit, but, well, he's otherwise occupied this year. And well, of course, most sitters don't want to give up their Halloween…"
McKenna could barely keep up with the woman's rapid-fire monologue. But eventually she got the gist – they wanted someone to take their boys trick-or-treating, then bring them home and put them to bed. It didn't sound too bad, at least if the boys were…
“How old are your boys?” McKenna interrupted the steady stream coming through the phone.
"How old? Didn't I say? How silly of me. They're nine," the woman, Luella, answered, but her next words were drowned out by two indistinct voices shouting over her, followed by her shouting back at them. McKenna had to hold the phone away from her ear for a moment. When she put it back, Luella said very distinctly, "Excuse me, they're nine and three-quarters. They wanted you to know that. Isn't that just so sweet? Oh, please say yes. I'm sure you won't have any trouble with the boys. Well, yes, they'll be a little keyed up from trick-or-treating, but as long as you don't let them have too much candy and you're willing to entertain them for a bit, they'll be so exhausted they'll go to bed easily. I promise. So, dear, will you – babysit?"
McKenna couldn't speak; her chest tightened. But the cell phone shoved tight into the back pocket of her tight shorts (which rather spoiled the contour of her perfect young ass) called out to her. She wanted her phone to work! And the boys were only nine – nine and three-quarters. And the extra money… She only had to take them trick-or-treating, then put them to bed. She wasn't sure how she would 'entertain' them, but how hard could it be? What could go wrong? But… OMG… She looked to her mother, who beamed support at her.
“Please say yes, McKenna!” The lady on the phone sounded nice.
“Um, well… okay. Okay, I’ll do it.”
The woman who greeted McKenna at the door of the classic suburban ranch house was younger than McKenna had expected, surely no older than thirty. She was pretty, with mid-length blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a trim figure. Her smile was reassuring as she led the preteen inside – until her smile faded to a disconcerted frown when she took in McKenna's knee-length skirt, tights, and the sweatshirt she wore over a simple cotton blouse. McKenna had learned her lesson, the hard way, that trying to dress "older" was likely to backfire. Still, she'd wrapped her long, beautiful red hair up into a conservative bun.
“Is… is something wrong, Mrs.…, uh, Luella?”
"Well, no, sweetie, it's just… I mean, you really can't take the boys trick-or-treating without a costume. They'd never stand for it. I know they're only nine, but they can be a bit… well, I just think you're going to have to change." Luella turned and yelled down the hall. "Damian! Come help." Turning back to McKenna she said "Don't worry, sweetie, I've got a couple of costumes saved up from the last couple of years. They'll fit you. You can have your pick."
“Costume? But I don’t…” McKenna stammered, but before she could continue a very handsome black man strode into the room. He was tall, with broad shoulders and he smiled widely at the little girl. He was young enough, like Luella, that McKenna couldn’t help finding him very attractive.
“McKenna, this is my husband, Damian,” Luella said. “D-, I’ve got to get the boys ready or we’ll never get out of here on time. Please show McKenna where my old costumes are so she can pick one and change.”
“Sure, no problem,” Damian said. “Come on, it’s this way,” he motioned McKenna down the hall.
"You'll have to be quick," Luella called after them even as she headed off in a different direction. "Just pick out the one you like the best and slip it on. Hurry now, our ride's going to be here any minute and we haven't even gotten ourselves ready."
McKenna, always shy, really didn’t want to put on some silly costume. But… but the promise of her phone, some extra spending money… Whatever! How bad could it be? She followed Damian into an extra bedroom, where he pulled two boxes off of a high shelf in the closet. As he did, she couldn’t help noticing the way his muscles rippled as he flexed upwards. He set one box on the bed and handed the other to McKenna, letting his eyes rove up and down the small girl’s shapely frame.
“Here, I hope you choose this one,” Damian smiled, standing just a little too close and towering over McKenna. “I think you’d look really…” he paused for too long, noticing the way she flushed. “Ah, nice,” he finished. “I’ll just give you a minute to choose and change. Let me know if you need any… help.” Then he was gone.
McKenna finally looked down at the box in her hands. Someone had penned 'Little Red Riding Hood,' on the top. Setting it on the bed, she opened it and pulled out a beautiful, long red cloak that shimmered in the light. She pulled it around her shoulders and pulled the hood up over her head as she turned to look in the mirror. The cloak fell to her knees and the hood was deep enough to cast a deep shadow over her face. It was gorgeous and she loved it! She slid her arms through the garment, but only then realized that the only way to close the front of the cloak was a tiny silver chain about five inches long, at the level of her sternum. The cloak was cut to mostly stay open – there must be more to the costume since it would just look silly over her clothes.
Next out of the box let McKenna know she might be in trouble: bright red leather riding boots, knee-high, laced boots with two-inch platforms and six-inch heels. McKenna’s eyes flared. She’d never seen footwear that screamed come-fuck-me as badly as these boots. She set them aside, hopeful that the rest of the outfit wouldn’t be so bad – that she really could wear the gorgeous cloak. Her hopes were quickly dashed when she pulled out the rest of the costume.
There was almost nothing to the next piece of the costume, a single garment that was little more than a push-up, demi-bra corset attached to French-cut leather shorts that were tinier than the tiniest bikini bottoms. The corset closed across the front with pretty red ribbons, but McKenna knew at once that if she tried to wear it she would feel worse than naked! With disappointment, she gently folded the pretty cloak back into the box and closed the lid. She could only hope the other costume wasn’t so insanely sexual!
God, was her babysitting job going bad? Not again, please! No! She wouldn’t let it happen. She wanted her phone. She was just there to take the boys trick-or-treating and put them to bed. She could do this, she knew it.
The second costume box had the single word ‘Sparky’ written on the top in the same handwriting. Sparky? She couldn’t imagine.
“McKenna! Are you ready?” A deep male voice came from the hall. Oh, god, she needed to hurry.
The costume in the second box was immediately confusing. First, she pulled out a white skirt. It was very short – but it would still be much more decent than the lingerie of the riding hood costume. The second garment was some sort of long-sleeved blouse with a hood. Both garments were white with lots of irregular black splotches. The slinky fabric had a bit of stretch and shimmered. The strangest thing was a tiny red fireman’s hat attached to the hood. None of it made any sense.
Feeling the pressure, McKenna went ahead and stripped off everything but her training bra and cotton panties then slipped the skirt up her shapely legs. It was even shorter than she'd expected since the waistband fit high above her bony hips. But it was decent, barely. It was also flouncy and the big black spots just looked silly. It was only after she'd pulled the skirt on that she noticed there was a skinny white and black tail hanging from the back. It tickled the backs of her bare legs. Suddenly, she had her suspicions about the 'Sparky' costume.
It was more of a struggle to get her arms down the tight, stretchy arms of the blouse. Her first attempt to get the hood over her head was fruitless with her hair still up, so she just let the hood and its stupid little fireman's hat dangle. The blouse fit very tight across her chest, and when she looked down she realized that she was showing a great deal of skin from just below her small breasts to her waist. Still, she was more covered up than she would have been as Little Red Riding Slut.
“McKenna? The boys are excited to meet you,” Damian’s voice wafted in again.
“Just a minute – I’m almost ready!”
Hurry! McKenna grabbed a pair of white stockings, again with strange black spots. They fit sheer on her pretty legs, coming up just over the tops of her knees. The box wasn't deep enough to hold shoes, so she slipped back on her white tennis shoes and stood, intending to take a look at herself in the mirror.
“Do you need any help?” McKenna whirled about to find Damian peeking around the slightly ajar door of the bedroom. Gosh! What had he seen? “Oh! I see you didn’t want to go as Little Red. Too bad, but I get it. Here, let me help you finish up. It will go much quicker that way.”
“What… I mean… what help…?” McKenna stuttered as the large man approached. But Damian was already in the room, pulling things out of the costume box.
“You’re gonna need the makeup,” Damian said, digging a small plastic makeup set from the costume box. “Not really my thing, but this is pretty simple.”
“Makeup? No, it’s not necessary… I don’t… Really, I…” But Damian had already turned McKenna around and pushed her back to sit on the edge of the bed. He opened the makeup kit, which contained only one color – black. Quickly, he blackened an irregular area around McKenna’s left eye, including her eyelid, and added another irregular black spot on the right side of her chin. Just as quickly, he blackened the lower half of the girl’s nose and drew on long black whiskers, then added a few black freckles alongside McKenna’s natural freckles.
Damian’s strong left hand held McKenna’s head still as he worked. He was so close! So manly. So… She couldn’t remember ever being this close to a black man before.
“There, that’s perfect,” Damian said. “Luella couldn’t have done any better. Ha. Now let’s deal with the hood and all that pretty hair.”
Before McKenna could say a word, Damian pulled the pins from her bun and let the gorgeous, long red hair cascade down. "Let me show you how it works," he said. He quickly gathered McKenna's lustrous hair into a very high ponytail, then lifted the hood and pushed the hair through a tight hole near the top of the hood, pulling the red locks out from under the silly plastic fireman's helmet. He slipped the hood up over McKenna's scalp and pulled the hair all the way through.
As Damian touched her hair and her scalp, stood so close, and snugged the hood down over her head, tightening it closed around her face – the little girl couldn’t breathe. But she could blush.
“That’s better,” Damian said with a knowing smile as he did something under the little helmet to tighten the hood’s grip on McKenna’s hair so that the hood pulled at her hair almost painfully.
"Oh, gosh, does it have to be so tight?" McKenna asked, breathlessly, but Damian paid no attention. Instead, he zipped the collar of the blouse up to the girl's chin, bringing the fabric even tighter around the sides of her head, encircling her pretty, painted face. It was tight and claustrophobic!
“Almost done. Take a look – you’ll love it,” Damian said. He turned to the costume box again as McKenna stood and stepped up to the full-length mirror.
She gasped. She wasn't surprised to see a girl in a very silly dog costume looking back at her, a Dalmatian costume – she'd already figured that out. 'Sparky' indeed. But she was flabbergasted by the total look: the makeup, the floppy ears at the sides of her head, the stupid but somehow sexy little fireman's helmet, even the way the whole thing was accentuated by her long red hair. It was a down-right stupid dog costume, but it was also incredibly sexy. From the way the skirt flounced, the stockings caressed her legs, the blouse mounded tightly over her small breasts, the hood framed her face, and the makeup highlighted her features. The costume was far more revealing and alluring than she'd ever imagined.
Again, she had that horrible feeling that everything was getting out of control, that it was all happening again. No! Familiar panic rose inside her and she fought to hold it at bay.
From over her shoulder, Damian smiled at McKenna in the mirror. The way his eyes roved up and down her reflection sent a shiver down her spine. “And here are the final pieces to your costume,” the handsome man said. Before McKenna could react, Damian reached from behind to wrap a thick black dog collar around McKenna’s throat.
“Oh, my god, no! Do I have to? Please…,” the wide-eyed preteen wailed, but she knew it was too late the second she heard the ominous click of the buckle at the back of her neck. Even reversed in the mirror, she could read the frightening words written across her throat: “LET’S PLAY.”
“There!” Damian exclaimed. He finished the costume by clipping a short leash to the loop at the front of McKenna’s dog collar. The silver chain was cold against her bare midriff and the black leather handle dangled just below her waist.
A vision of Damian grabbing the leash to pull the small, helpless girl hard against his broad chest blossomed in McKenna's young mind. The idea was terrifying; but why did her pussy spasm and her knees clutch together at the thought? She didn't have time to try to sort out the confusing contradictions – Damian took her arm and propelled her out the door to meet the two boys she'd agreed to take trick-or-treating.
Out in the living room, McKenna found two excited young boys waiting with their mother, candy bags in hand. "Robbie is the cowboy and Nate is the policeman," Luella said as introduction. "That should help you keep them straight – most people can't tell them apart! I'll just let you introduce yourself while I go grab Champ. "D-, you'd better get ready."
"Champ?" McKenna asked, but Luella was already gone towards the kitchen and Damian disappeared down the hall. Turning back to her charges, she bit her lip to keep from gasping out loud at the way the nine-year-old twins were ogling her with big, dark eyes like their father's. One boy was dressed as a cowboy, complete with boots, jeans, a red bandana, and a black Stetson that set off his lovely, coffee and cream complexion. A toy gun hung in a gun belt at his waist, with a coil of rope hanging on the opposite side. The other boy, Nate, wore a blue policeman's uniform, complete with badge, hat, and utility belt. He too had a toy gun, along with a pretend radio and a gleaming pair of handcuffs. "Um, hi, I'm ah, McKenna," McKenna stammered. "So, are you guys ready to go trick-or-treating?"
“Yeah!” Robbie the cowboy said.
“We can’t wait,” Nate continued.
“But we need Champ,” Robbie said.
“He’s our… oh, here he is,” Nate finished.
A huge, young German Shepherd bounded into the room, pulling Luella behind him at the other end of a long black leash. He made a beeline for the young girl in the dog costume, eagerly trying to get his wet nose under her short skirt as if she was a bitch who needed to be sniffed.
“Champ! Stop that!” Luella barked at the dog, yanking him back. “Sit! Behave yourself.” Surprisingly, the big, eager dog sat obediently at Luella’s side. “I’m so sorry,” Luella said. “He’s usually much better than that, but with all the costumes and Halloween energy he’s a little keyed up. He’s very young, he’s really just an overgrown puppy, but I’m sure he’ll be fine for you.”
“What? I mean… I don’t…” Mckenna’s confusion and angst grew rapidly.
“Don’t worry McKenna!” Luella said with a big smile. “I’m sure Champ will behave for you. I couldn’t, in all conscience, let you go out trick-or-treating without him. There’s no telling what kind of strange people will be out and about this evening. No one would ever bother you as long as you’ve got Champ with you!” She handed McKenna the middle of the long dog leash and as soon as she let go, the big dog eagerly grabbed the end of the leash in his long, frightening teeth and started to pull McKenna towards the front door. “Oh look!” Luella said with a laugh. “He’s so excited to go out. We really ought to teach him not to grab leashes, but it’s just so cute. Don’t you think?”
McKenna did not think it was cute at all. McKenna was too busy trying to keep the dog from pulling her off her feet.
Just as McKenna and the boys got to the door, the doorbell rang, and with no pause the front door opened to reveal a smiling man.
“Uncle Trent!” the boys both cried out.
"Wow! You two look great," the man said. Other than being six feet tall, his resemblance to Luella was striking. His eyes went wide when he caught sight of McKenna's crazy costume. "And wow, you guys got a heck of a babysitter. Nice!" His leer at the pretty preteen was overt.
“Trent! Don’t be rude,” Luella growled at her brother.
“Whatever,” he laughed back, still ogling McKenna. “Are you two ready? We don’t want to be late.”
But the big dog was more than ready to head out into the night, where crowds of costumed children were already out and about. In a rush, McKenna was pulled into the early twilight by the overgrown, troublesome puppy with the boys close behind.
In their home, the twin boys had seemed excited but reasonably polite, rekindling hope in McKenna that her babysitting job wouldn’t turn so horrible. She was quickly disabused of that quaint notion when the boys went scampering off ahead of her into the crowd of children who were already out and about trick-or-treating, both of them shooting off their loud cap pistols like marauding gangsters instead of cowboy and policeman. They seemed to take delight in terrorizing the younger children. In his excitement to keep up, Champ continued to drag McKenna along in the boys' wake. She quickly realized the beast was much stronger than her, and most likely outweighed her by at least twenty pounds.
Making matters worse, the boys’ antics brought the attention of the adults who were out accompanying their little one – attention that quickly focused on McKenna. The mothers scowled, first at the commotion, then at the young girl who wasn’t controlling her charges. The fathers scowled too, at first, until they got a better look at the hot young lady in the sexy dog costume. Their knowing leers brought a blush to McKenna’s skin, making her all the more attractive.
Running to the first house on their route, the boys shouted “trick-or-treat” and shot off their obnoxious cap guns even though the lady of the house was already outside the door with a bowl of candy in her hand. McKenna was dragged to the porch just in time to see the boys each grab handfuls of candy, then dart away without even saying “thank you.” Champ followed them and McKenna was nearly pulled to the ground as they reversed direction, but she didn’t miss the scowl of disapproval from the woman.
At the next house, McKenna managed to catch her breath for a moment since the overexcited boys had to wait for someone to come to the door. But Champ was still too excited – he bounced up and down and wrapped his leash around McKenna, forcing her to spin and struggle with the leash. The much shorter leash dangling from her collar whipped around, attracting the dog, and he grabbed the handle in his teeth! He pulled hard and the poor child couldn’t help but stumble after him amidst a susurrus of laughter from the many children and adults coming and going up and down the street.
The awful trick-or-treating went on and on. McKenna could barely control the big dog, who managed several times to wrap around her or grab her leash. At house after house, she was ogled, humiliated, and laughed at. It seemed to go on forever. But eventually, the crowds thinned as first the youngest children were escorted home, and then the darkness deepened and porch lights started to wink off for the night.
“Boys, it’s late, we have to head back now,” McKenna called out as the twins turned away from another front door, each with another greedy fistful of candy. Their bags were near to overflowing.
“Noooo!” the boys wailed together.
“Yes, we have to,” McKenna insisted. “I’m supposed to have you in bed by eight and it’s already seven forty.”
“One more house!” Robbie pleaded.
“Please!” Nate concluded.
“I don’t think there are any more lights at houses we haven’t already been to.”
“Nooo! Look…”
“There’s one over there!”
It was completely dark. They were the only trick-or-treaters on the street. She needed to get the boys home – and get out of her ridiculous costume. It was getting spooky out! Maybe, if she let the boys go to one last house… it was even in the direction back towards their own house…
“Okay, fine, but it’s the last house.”
The twin boys darted into the darkness towards the only lighted house, nearly a block away. As they ran they looked back over their shoulders at McKenna, whispering conspiratorially with evil little grins. McKenna, dragged along behind them by the huge dog, felt a new, confusing stab of fear. What could the little gangsters be up to now?
Robbie rang the doorbell just as McKenna stepped onto the lawn in front of the lighted porch. But before she could catch her breath, Nate started circling her at a run, waving and shooting his cap pistol. The big dog thought this was a wonderful game and immediately began to chase Nate around the babysitter, wrapping his long leash around her body.
McKenna squealed; she tried to spin around to free herself from the leash. Desperate, afraid of falling, she reached behind herself trying to pass the leash from one hand to the other. She spun around again, but she fumbled the leash and lost it as the dog unexpectedly changed direction. And at that moment, with her attention drawn towards the dog, McKenna felt cold metal at her wrists, heard a terrifying sound, and realized that once again, inevitably, her babysitting job had gone completely wrong.
Surely Nate’s handcuffs were just toys McKenna told herself as she jerked painfully at the metal restraints behind her back. How had he clapped them on her wrists so quickly? Try as hard as she could the damn things wouldn’t break and she couldn’t feel a safety catch! She twisted and struggled, yelling at Nate to let her go. The stupid dog tail dangling behind her danced about, tickling the backs of her smooth, bare thighs; the leash hanging at her throat banged against her bare midriff.
With all her attention dedicated to the awful handcuffs, the babysitter lost track of the boys. It was a tragic mistake. The dog's leash was still wrapped around her legs, so she didn't realize that Robbie's cowboy rope was also looped around her knees, not until it was too late, when a hard tug by both boys slammed McKenna's legs together and she lost her balance. She fell, landing on her side on the soft grass.
With the wind knocked out of her, McKenna couldn’t even struggle. In a flash, she was rolled onto her front and the rope went tight around her knees, then her ankles and feet. She couldn’t get enough air in to resist as the boys pulled her ankles up behind her toward her wrists, then looped the rope tight around the short chain of her handcuffs.
Hogtied and completely helpless, McKenna flopped back to her side. She struggled to get a big enough breath to scream for help and Robbie took advantage of her open mouth to gag her firmly with his wadded-up red bandana. As panic gripped her, she struggled impotently against the rope and handcuffs, writhing on the lawn just outside the cone of brightness that emanated from the porch light.
To McKenna’s horrified embarrassment, several things happened at once: The front door of the house opened to reveal a man in his twenties looking very handsome in a classic ringmaster’s costume complete with a long red tailcoat and black top hat. Her two awful, laughing charges grabbed handfuls of candy from the bowl held out by the smiling, chuckling man. And worst of all, the huge young German Shepherd, chose that moment to take advantage of McKenna’s helpless position. He shoved his nose up under the front of her costume skirt and swiped his long, hot tongue across the thin cotton fabric that barely protected her pussy.
As the two miscreant, popgun-shooting boys ran off alone into the dark in search of more candy, McKenna blushed deeper than she'd ever blushed, trying and failing to get away from the dog's probing tongue. Mortified, she realized that her traitorous little cunny was responding to the awful beast, swelling and moistening with horrible anticipation. Even though he was her only hope of succor, she prayed the man didn't notice her and her attacker in the semi-darkness. She was sure she would die of embarrassment.
"Oh my, what's going on here?" the man said, kneeling to loom over the little girl and the big dog who'd already managed to soak the front of her panties with his strong, lusty licks, molding the cotton hard against her swollen pink flesh. To McKenna's relief, there wasn't a hint of amusement or inappropriate interest on the man's face – she could only make out genuine concern. “Did those boys do this? Those rascals! Champ, stop that, get back. Let me help you, you poor thing.” As he touched McKenna’s shoulder, the big dog ran off and disappeared through the open door of the house.
McKenna's wild thrashing had tightened the knots in the coarse rope that hogtied her and the man had to roll her back onto her stomach to work at them. She wanted to beg him to pull the gag from her mouth. Why did he leave it there? His warm, rough hands touched her bare skin to send waves of shock through her young body. She knew he must be looking at her wet panties since her costume skirt had ridden up above her waist in the back. What was he thinking about her? Why did he have to be so good-looking? How badly was she blushing?
She was never going to survive the humiliation. Why had she ever agreed to another babysitting job? She knew better!
Finally, the rope loosened from around McKenna’s handcuffs. She hadn’t realized how much the hogtie had strained at her shoulders until the pressure was gone. But it took several more minutes of humiliation, face down in the grass, until the man managed to loosen the knots binding her at the knees and ankles. Carefully, he helped McKenna to her feet.
“Come on in the house now, darling,” the man said. “And don’t worry about the boys – they’ll be fine. So, what’s your name…? Oh damn, sorry.” He finally pulled the sodden bandana from McKenna’s mouth. “Sorry about that. What’s your name, babysitter? Here, have a seat.”
In the foyer, McKenna was helped to sit on a wooden bench. “Oh gosh, please! Please, get these off of me!”
“Calm down, sweetheart, it’ll be okay. Listen, I can’t get those off without a key. You’ll have to wait here while I try to find something to pick the locks with.”
“Oh, god, but… Okay, thank you!” He seemed such a nice man, even if his eyes lingered just a moment too long on the words on her collar. McKenna couldn’t help finding him very manly and attractive – perhaps because her young cunny was still tingling. He also looked very familiar. “I… I’m McKenna,” she stammered. “Who… who are you?”
“Nice to meet you, McKenna. I’m Bradley,” he said with a slight smirk. “I’m Robbie and Nate’s uncle.
Of course! She should have recognized him – Damian’s younger brother. Just as handsome, but still in his early twenties.
“So, don’t worry about them. They’ll be fine. Just hang on here, I’ll be back as soon as I can. Here,” Bradley said, taking a large hard candy from his bowl and unwrapping it, “you can enjoy this while you wait.” Without pausing for her to agree, he popped the orange candy into McKenna’s mouth and headed down the hall.
Overwhelmed by her humiliation, her stupid, sexy costume, her bondage, her arousal, and the loss of her two charges, McKenna watched the nice man head off into the house. As he went through a nearby door, light spilled out into the hall, along with a hubbub of indistinct voices.
Time passed. A minute, five, nearing ten. She didn't want the candy in her mouth, but she was too polite to just spit it on the floor. As it slowly melted in her mouth, the helpless little girl couldn't stop herself from struggling with the handcuffs. She felt a desperate need to pull the hood from her head, to try to get the awful collar off her throat and toss away the humiliating leash that hung from it. Wasn't the man, Bradley, ever going to come back? Just as she finished the sweet candy she'd been sucking on, she heard the ominous clicking of claws on hard wood. She nearly screamed at the sight of the big dog Champ bounding around the corner into the foyer.
McKenna pressed back into the bench. She twisted left and right in fear as the rambunctious big dog pushed in, excited to find the pretty girl ready to play. “Nooo! Stop! Don't!" she wailed. But the dog was so fast and so strong. Without her hands, she had little chance to thwart his lustful advances. Leaping up to put his paws on the bench on either side of her, Champ lunged forward, kissed the child on the lips, and licked all over her pretty face. "Stop it!"
The child's fear, pleas, and wild thrashing only made the young dog more excited. He kissed her again, forcing his long tongue well past her lips, then twisted around, ran his tongue up her bare stomach, and pushed his cold wet nose up under the lower edge of her too-short blouse.
“Champ! Stop! Bad dog!” McKenna wailed. “No!” she screamed when one of the dog’s long sharp teeth caught on the front of her bra. The dog reared back, the bra stretched then snapped back, painfully. But the bra was no longer gently cradling McKenna’s small, lovely breasts. Instead, it stretched across her chest just under the perfect little orbs, pushing them up provocatively. Her nipples showed clearly through the stretchy material. Once again, McKenna yanked at her handcuffs with frustration, even as the dog sluiced his hot, rough tongue across both of her sensitive nipples, making her arch her back as her nipples responded and hardened to little points.
Champ seemed to like the way the child struggled when he licked her small breasts. But he suddenly remembered the delightful taste of her terrified little pussy.
“Oh god, no, no, no,” McKenna cried out. Champ forced his head between her legs, pressed her back, and found the delectable taste of her spasming cunny. “Please, please don’t!” McKenna whined, not understanding that her reactions just spurred the young dog on. With little barks of delight, he forced his tongue past the edge of her panties and swirled his tongue against the bare flesh of her nether lips. “No! You can’t! That’s… that’s… you can’t.” But the big dog could and he did. With a growl that sent shivers through McKenna’s frame, Champ forced his tongue deep into her sweet pussy.
Wait! Why do I feel so strange? She was terrified and mortified and confused, so why did her cunny spasm and flood? Why did it feel so good!? No, no, no! The candy – it was delicious – but it was drugged! Not again, not again! Oh god, please, no! I can’t have an orgasm on the tongue of a horrible dog! Please!!
McKenna’s body responded to the amazing rough tongue Champ laved across her most sensitive skin, then forced up inside her young cunt. He loved the smell of her fear and the taste of her submission as her pussy flooded with oncoming climax. With another deep, excited growl, he pierced her panties with his teeth, shook his powerful maw from side to side, and brutally ripped the panties to shreds, removing any barrier to the onslaught of his probing long tongue. She tasted better and better as he forced himself on her.
“Oh god, oh god, ohhhhhh!” McKenna cried out, helpless to stop the degrading orgasm that threatened to blossom outwards from her pussy. She trembled; her back arched; her little ass pushed to the edge of the bench; her traitorous legs opened to give the dog and his horrible tongue better access to the center of her ecstasy. She couldn’t deny him. She wanted it! “Aghhhh” she moaned as the inescapable climax took her. She couldn’t fight the overwhelming glorious sensation of the strongest orgasm of her young life – better than anything she endured the first two times she’d taken the wrong babysitting jobs. She could only cry out in mortifying bliss. “Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh!”
Sensing the perfect moment, the complete submission of the little girl who was trying to look like a dog, Champ’s instincts told him it was time. She was open to him, inviting, crying out for him. He reared up once again, planting his front paws on the bench and gripping the child’s waist with his legs. His back legs slid between her knees. His red, pointy cock was ready, desperate. He thrust forward, frantically and yipped with frustration as the length of his slimy cock missed the mark and merely slid along the folds of the girl-bitch pussy.
McKenna screamed. “Noooo!”
It was too much! McKenna wasn't going to let herself be raped by a crazed dog! Where was Damian's brother? How could he leave her with this brute? With every bit of energy she could muster, she twisted her whole body, throwing the dog away from her, then clamped her knees together as hard as she could.
Despite his frustration, Champ thought this game was great fun! He jumped up and down, his bright red cock dancing underneath him. He darted forward, tried to grab the girl with his paws again, and when that failed he tried to get his cold nose back between the child’s soft thighs. But always she just managed to squirm away from him. And then he spotted the leash that dangled from her collar, dancing about as she thrashed to fight him off. He yipped excitedly and clamped the leather handle of the leash with his strong jaw.
McKenna didn't immediately understand the new danger she was in. At first, she felt relief: the dog wasn't trying to rape her and no one had witnessed her degradation as she came, hard, on the brute's tongue. But the dog's first tug at the leash, nearly pitching her to the floor, was a quick lesson. She couldn't let him topple her to the floor! He was so much bigger and stronger – and her hands were still cuffed – if she fell she'd never get back up. Barely, McKenna managed to get her legs under her and started to stand. Champ backed away, happily growling and pulling on the leash. The poor girl had no choice but to follow him. It was a whole new humiliation, letting a dog pull her around at the end of a leash like a… like a… Oh god, like a dog.
Hands still cuffed, the pretty twelve-year-old struggled to keep up with the dog. The idea of falling terrified her. The dog ears on her costume flapped about as she stumbled; the tail tickled her bare legs. Her latest babysitting job had gone horribly wrong. Could anything be worse than her helpless, humiliating position? She was so naïve.
A door silently swung open.
Champ dragged McKenna into a room empty of furniture, eerily lighted by flickering candles all around the room. McKenna saw a frightened-looking little girl in a ridiculous dog costume, with an even more ridiculous little fireman’s helmet, looking back at her from several mirrors – a humiliated little girl on a leash!
There were six people in the room. Bradley the ringmaster, with a hungry, amused smile waited in the middle of the room. In each corner of the room, a naked person stood like a statue – three men, one black, two white, all with erections standing at the ready – and one woman with a taut, lovely body and perky, inviting breasts. They were all completely nude except for elaborate and frighteningly ghoulish masks that hid their identities. One final person stood near the middle of the far wall. McKenna recognized the Little Red Riding Hood cloak that she had tried on only a couple of hours ago. She can just make out the black corset beneath it, but the hood hid the identity of the second woman.
McKenna had to take all of this in a mere moment, for the dog wasn’t done proudly pulling the pretty girl about at the end of the leash. She stumbled and nearly fell. She yanked at her handcuffs. She heard laughter from every corner of the room and her humiliation spiked to new levels. And she had never been so frightened. If it wasn’t for the mild drugs she’d been tricked into taking, she would go mad.
Her mind whirled, even as she was paraded about by the big dog. Who were these people? She could answer some of that. The woman in the cloak must be Luella – who else could she be? The naked black man must be Damian and the younger white man must be Luella’s brother Dirk. Of course, they were all there – because that's what happened when McKenna took a babysitting job! The room seemed to spin around her as she twisted about looking from one to another. Why wouldn’t any of them help her? Who was the other woman, and the other man? Please! Stop this. Stop laughing!
“McKenna!” Bradley finally declared with glee. As he spoke, embracing his role as the ringmaster, Champ continued to force the child to stumble around the room in front of all the people. “Welcome to our little Halloween party, we’ve been waiting for you – giving you time to….,” he paused, sparkling his smile around the crowded room, “to enjoy your alone time with your new… friend.”
Laughter rolled around the room at Bradley’s allusion to the horrors McKenna had endured in the foyer. They couldn’t possibly know what had happened – could they? No! She blushed brilliant red, still forced by the delighted dog to parade in front of the crowd of party-goers.
McKenna’s third babysitting job was much worse than ‘wrong.’ It was a nightmare. Hearing the laughter, catching glimpses of naked bodies and straining erections, struggling to stay on her feet - there was no possible way to explain it all as an accident, as simple bad luck. All of this had been done to get her here, dazed and confused in this terrible costume, in this terrifying place, in this humiliating position – because McKenna was meant to be the main attraction for this group of crazed Halloween revelers. And their dog!
“My dear McKenna,” the ringmaster continued as the dog dragged her to the center of the room. “We’ve all eagerly awaited your … participation tonight. You’re everyone’s favorite little babysitter, sweetheart. We’ve heard such marvelous things about you! And we’re so glad you decided to come to our soiree in that darling dog costume – it’s perfect.”
She stumbled to the very center of the room, where the big dog unexpectedly stopped pulling at her leash. Caught off guard, McKenna loses her balance and falls. She screams. Visions of slamming painfully into the floor, of being helpless on the ground, as the dog attacks, filled her terrified mind.
Instead, she’s cradled into Bradley’s strong, warm arms. He lowers her to her knees without any injury or pain. A second later, he unlatched her leash to keep the dog from continuing to humiliate her. The rest of the room seemed to recede as McKenna looked up into his smiling, handsome face. His black eyes sparkled. She gasped with surprise when he smirked and showed her the key to her handcuffs! Maybe she was wrong. Maybe they were just teasing her? The handcuffs come off; her shoulders ache, but the freedom is a huge relief.
"Better?" Bradley asked, down on one knee, still gently cradling the kneeling little girl. "Do you need another minute?" She was so relieved; he was being so nice, so comforting. Maybe it wasn't all as bad as she'd imagined. "You had a nice little break, didn't you? A little time to play with your new friend?" His voice was calming, and reassuring, but his words were confusing. "But it's time to get back to your babysitting duties, sweetheart," Bradley said a bit more sharply.
“What? I thought… What?”
“Come now, McKenna. You were hired for a job. You took the boys trick-or-treating. Now it’s time to entertain them before they go to bed. They’re waiting for you.”
“The boys? What… where?”
"Right there," Bradley whispered, "behind you." He shifted McKenna's body around. Her hands went to the floor to support her as she twisted to look in the opposite direction. The boys! They were there, side by side in their costumes, whispering to one another. And both of them had their small, erect cocks in their hands in anticipation of their 'entertainment.'
McKenna gasped. She was so shocked that she didn’t hear the click as Bradley clipped one cuff of the handcuffs through the loop at the front of her dog collar. But a tug downwards got her attention and her big eyes saw Bradley thread the second cuff through an eyebolt in the floor.
“Noooo! Please!” she screamed as Bradley quickly stepped away, smirking widely. Her screams were met with a new round of laughter.
Pulling her head back up, McKenna immediately learned the extent of her new, bizarre bondage. On her hands and knees, she couldn’t quite straighten her arms. The limitation of being tethered to the floor was terrifying. She felt more vulnerable than ever before.
She was more than vulnerable – she was in danger, for she hadn't seen or heard the huge dog silently padding up behind her. She first knew he was there when his cold nose pressed between her thighs and his hot, rough tongue sluiced through her tasty little pussy.
“Noooo!” McKenna screamed again. Not in front of all these people! Not with a dog! But one quick lick had been enough to enflame her traitorous cunny. Her body remembered the heaven of her last orgasm. The only question was whether or not her mind, unable to accept the humiliating depravity of giving into the lust of a dog, could overcome her body’s desire for his canine attention. It would be so much easier to submit! Despite her panic, she gathered her wits and screamed again, “Noooo!”
At first, it seemed McKenna might be able to keep the young, excited dog at bay, despite her inability to get up to her feet. She could dodge left or right, circling the point where she was tethered to the ground. As she did, her silly dog ears flopped about, her tail swished, and her long red hair swirled this way and that, jutting out from under the ridiculous little fireman's hat. On her knees, flailing about, she looked even more like the dog she was costumed to be – and the loud laughter of her tormentors made sure she couldn't escape her humiliation.
But she couldn’t escape the advances of the big dog, either. He was too fast! He could dart behind her faster than she could react. She needed her knees wide apart for stability, which made it easy for him to dart in for a deep taste of her cunny or a swirling, rough sluice across her little clit. Alternately, he would surprise her by licking her face, forcing his tongue past her lips, or he would jump up and try to wrap his paws around some part of her body – her shoulders, her hips, even her head. In this way, her skirt was soon pushed up to her waist to reveal her perfect little ass and her bare-midriff blouse was yanked up towards her throat, freeing her attractive young breasts to tumble out for everyone to see.
Dodging and wheeling about didn’t work. In desperation, Mckenna tried dropping to the floor and rolling into a ball. This made Champ frustrated and angry, but it seemed to work. It worked until the big dog yipped, then growled, then nipped McKenna. She screamed and rolled another way, but refused to get back to her hands and feet, which only earned her another painful nip.
McKenna had learned her lesson. The dog could make her do what he wanted! He was too strong, too fast, too scary – and he wanted to dominate her, as if she was nothing but a little bitch. Despite the laughter and her fear, she struggled back up to her hands and knees. Instinctively, she tried to wheel away from Champ again, but the dog was done with her disobedience. It wasn’t just a game anymore! His low, threatening growl put the little girl in her place. She froze, trembling. It was time for her to submit, time to be the dog’s little bitch.
At the next touch of the dog's long tongue against her sopping, excited pussy, McKenna groaned for all her tormentors to hear. Her back arched and she dropped to her elbows, presenting herself to the awful beast. She knew she couldn't stop him and deep down she knew she didn't want to. But she wanted to pretend she didn't have an audience. She screwed her eyes shut and moaned. God! It was so good! His rough tongue swirled around, tasting every part of her sex and driving her crazy. Her clitoris lit up, tingling, straining, then exploding into a paralyzing climax.
McKenna was helpless to escape the tortuous orgasm from the dog’s wild licking and deeply penetrating tongue. She heard the laughter and she heard someone screaming, over and over, “Yes, yes, oh god, yessss, please, yes, please, more, more!" Why was someone screaming? What did they want? Her mind wasn't working right. Who was…. Oh, no, no, don't beg for it! Don't! But she couldn't stop the need that welled up out of her young, desperate body. "PLEASE!" she heard herself scream, "PLEASE, PLEASE, FUCK ME!"
The sudden weight of the dog's chest landing on her back knocked the wind out of the child as her chest banged into the floor. His front legs wrapped tight around her waist, but his weight drove her body to the floor and he was forced to jump away from her. He growled in anger. McKenna gasped for air. Her new-found need for the dog was just as strong, but now it was laced with fear – fear that he would nip her again – and worse: fear that he would lose interest. How had she gone so quickly from disgust at the thought of coupling with a dog, to a heart-wrenching desire for his domination?
Struggling for air, McKenna managed to climb back to her hands and knees. The excited dog danced around her, one moment jumping up and down and the next rubbing his warm coat along the side of her body. As he whirled about her, McKenna got her first view of the bright red cock that jutted from its furry sheath, reflecting the flickering light from the many candles. McKenna gasped. It was so long, so fat. If she only knew.
She was ready the second time the huge canine landed on her back. Her thin arms strained but held. Her back arched and she gave a short scream when the dog’s dewclaws dug into the tops of her bare thighs as he tightened his grip around her thin waist. “Oh god, oh god!” McKenna screamed. The violence of the dog’s initial onslaught was terrifying. His thick, long red cock hammered all around her sopping pussy. How did he move so fast? He was so powerful. Her shoulders tensed from her efforts to hold up his weight, but she knew she couldn’t drop down to the floor – she didn’t dare.
For a moment, in her need and fear and confusion, the little girl had forgotten she was the center of attention at a depraved Halloween party. But the growing laughter, titters, and mortifying words that swirled about the room broke through to her. The depraved revelers were wild at the sight of the child in the mating grip of the big dog. And McKenna was wild too, wild with need. Her pussy flowed; her back arched; her knees shifted wider. "Please!" she begged and shivered with humiliating need, "please! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck…. Aggghhhhhh!”
The big dog found the right spot and buried seven inches of scalding, bone-filled red cock into warm, wet girl-pussy. “Oh, god, oh, oh, yes, YES, YESSSS!” his new little bitch screamed, submitting herself completely to his canine lust. He had no trouble pounding his thick cock in and out of her with the same incredible speed and force. Her fear and pain spurred him on, but her submission to his needs was magnificent.
McKenna's new orgasm hit her almost at once, driven higher and higher by the intensity, depravity, and humiliation of the violent fucking. His cock simply felt SO GOOD!
Unfortunately, McKenna was not privy to general knowledge of the sexual anatomy of dogs. She didn't know the dog's cock would continue to swell around its internal bone, that it would balloon larger and larger as the dog's sexual excitement grew. She was only just realizing how fast and hard a horny, eager dog would fuck a little girl until he was close to his climax, when his knot would swell to the size of a softball. She didn't know that his cum would be hot, thin, and voluminous. She didn't know that he would ram the huge knot inside her, tying them together. But McKenna was due for a very fast lesson.
McKenna’s screams of lustful pleasure brought on another round of loud laughter. The merriment increased when the shocked look on the pretty girl's face told the crowd that the huge dog's cock had started to swell, stretching her wider than any of the cocks that had found their way into her tight pussy on her previous babysitting jobs. More than one onlooker leaned down close behind the bound child to see the knot begin to balloon, to watch it stretch her wide as the dog rammed it through her young, tight cunt again and again. The poor girl howled, begged, and moaned with a mix of terror, pain, mortification, and pure sexual joy.
When her climax reached a new height, McKenna threw her head back. Her long red ponytail whipped the dog and her silly dog ears flopped about. But her eyes locked onto the two little boys, just in front of her, and the naked woman in the frightening mask who knelt between them with her arms over their shoulders, staring through her mask at the little girl and her canine mate.
The two little boys, eyes wide with excitement, stroked their small cocks like mad. They waited, impatiently, until Champ finally rammed his thick, glistening red cock fully inside of McKenna and his knot blossomed to its full softball-huge size, locking them together. The boys waited until their helpless babysitter was finally tied to the big dog. They waited until her eyes flared at the torrent of hot cum that flooded her insides. They waited until the big canine held still on top of her, breathing fast and drooling onto her back. And then, finally, after a signal from the naked woman, the two boys stepped forward until their boy-cocks were just inches from their babysitter’s pretty, painted, startled face.
It was Nate who won a fast, spontaneous game of rock, paper, scissors – and so it was Nate who first looked to the naked woman for permission to put his rigid, boy-cock to the lips of the pretty babysitter. “Oh yes, baby, make her suck your dick,” the woman said. “You’ll love it, sweetie!” McKenna recognized the voice! The naked woman was the boys’ mother – Luella! But then – who was the woman in the Little Red Riding Hood costume?
There was no time for such questions. McKenna’s mind reeled from the pressure of the huge invader in her young body, from the flood of hot, watery cum that filled her insides, and from the massive, overwhelming climax that continued unabated inside every cell in her body. She didn’t even moan as the little boy’s cock slid past her full lips. Instead; she greedily sucked the thin cock into her mouth, right down to the root.
A cheer went up around the room for little Nate’s first, ever blow job. With excited guidance from his mother, the boy grabbed the back of his pretty babysitter’s head and thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. The look of amazement on his youthful face told the onlookers exactly how fantastic it felt to have McKenna’s warm, wet lips, tugging at his boyhood, her tongue swirling around him.
“Oh, my baby, I’m so proud of you!” Luella exclaimed.
But the little boy was only nine and three-quarters, after all. He fucked his babysitter's face as fast and hard as he could, for as long as he could, but his dry climax wasn't to be put off for long. His small cock twitched and danced inside her mouth, a wholly new experience for him, and then he staggered back away from her, beaming with triumph.
McKenna caught a momentary glimpse of the naked woman giving Nate a big, congratulatory hug. But one second later McKenna was eagerly gobbling down Robbie’s boy-cock, even as her forced, orgasmic bliss went on and on. She couldn’t stop herself. Not even with Robbie’s mother looking on. Not even when Robbie’s mother knelt beside her and whispered in her ear, “Oh, McKenna, you're every bit the little slut you were advertised as. I can’t thank you enough!” But the words, their horrible meaning, failed to penetrate her lust-filled young brain.
Like his brother, Robbie soon staggered back into his mommy’s naked, sweet embrace, his little cock still twitching with newfound pleasure. Almost at once, someone else knelt in front of the bound little girl. Her eyes crossed as she tried to take in the size of his large cock. She strained against her bondage, eagerly trying to get her pretty lips around the bulbous head. A flash of warning ran through her orgasm-overwhelmed young mind. What was happening to her? Why was she so desperate to suck another cock into her mouth, to play her tongue around his hot flesh? Naked fear lanced through her as she realized how desperately she wanted his big cock!
But the man grasped McKenna’s ponytail and kept his throbbing manhood just outside her reach. Why!?
As she struggled to get her lips around the bulging pole of flesh, the corner of McKenna’s eye revealed the mysterious woman in the red cloak, gliding across the room to kneel beside her. She still couldn’t see a face. What new torment could the woman be bringing?
It was perhaps the greatest shock of the little girl’s life when she heard the voice that whispered into her ear – a shock greater than being drugged and used as a sex toy by two teenagers on her first babysitting job – a shock greater than realizing she’d been hired to service the sexual needs of three very old men on her second babysitting job – worse than the shock of being tethered to the floor, humiliated and helpless, only to be raped by a big, energetic German Shepherd – worse even than the realization that she enjoyed the depravity of all of it, the sex, the humiliation, the domination, the terrible overwhelming need.
“Do you understand yet, darling?” the voice whispered. “Do you finally see you were meant for this – that this is what you’ve always really wanted? I think you’re almost there, my darling – so close – just one last little step to take.”
"Mommy?" McKenna's voice wavered, frightened and confused, sounding so much younger than twelve.
“Yes, McKenna. It’s me, it was always me, looking out for you, arranging your babysitting jobs, finding these nice people and their big, horny dog. It was all for you, darling. But it’s time, precious, time for the last step. You want that cock, don’t you baby? You want it so much!”
“Oh, mommy, please… I… I… yes, yes mommy, I want it! I need it! Please!?” The little girl strained against the hand holding her ponytail. She stretched out her tongue, nearly contacting the bulging cockhead. “Please! Mommy!” McKenna’s world seemed to shrink down, smaller and smaller, until there was nothing left but her mother’s insistent voice, the huge dog cock inside her, driving her orgasm on and on, and the promise of the lovely big cock dangled just out of her reach. “Please!”
“Yes, my darling!” McKenna’s mother exclaimed.
The man shifted forward and tightened his grip on the hank of the little girl's thick, red hair, pulling her head back. Like a little bird, her mouth opened wide, and her tongue flicked out, quivering. The big dog's drool soaked through the back of her costume and the last of his hot, thin cum pumped out into her womb. The head of the man's cock slid across her tongue and McKenna visibly shivered. She closed her lips around the thick, throbbing pole and closed her eyes with intense pleasure.
“Suck his cock, McKenna,” her mother crooned into her ear. “Suck him down. Make him cum, sweetie. Make him cum!?
“Mmmmmm!" McKenna could only moan. The man thrust his cock to the back of her throat. She sucked hard and swept her tongue from side to side. He fucked her pretty face with excitement he'd barely been able to hold back.
“Make him cum, my baby.” McKenna’s mother said, her voice growing with excitement. “You can do it. But do you know, sweetie – do you know whose cock is filling your pretty mouth, don’t you know who’s going to fill your mouth with hot, nasty cum? Surely you know, you little slut! You nasty, whorish, cock-sucking, dog-fucking babysitter! You know, don’t you!?”
“Nnnnnnnnn!” McKenna tried to scream around the huge cock as it started pushing its way down her throat, as the man forced it deeper and deeper, fucking her face. And she did know – she knew exactly who was doing this to her.
“That’s right, little tease, little whore – it’s your daddy shoving his cock down your throat. And you love it! You want it! You know you do!”
The man pulled back. Hot cum flooded McKenna’s mouth – her daddy’s cum! It was thick, earthy, salty, and clung to every part of her mouth and tongue. And the little girl knew, finally, in that glorious moment, what her mother had been promising her all along. As she swallowed her daddy’s seed, and it was the very best thing she’d ever tasted, something deep inside little McKenna’s mind finally snapped. The third babysitting job truly was the charm that broke the little girl to her new life. This is what she was for, this was why her babysitting jobs always turned to sexual mayhem, this was her very reason for being – she was the babysitter whore – now and forever!
But McKenna’s night of ‘babysitting’ was far from over.
Even as her daddy withdrew his cock from her mouth and her mother threw back her hood to lean down and kiss her on the cheek, the dog began to whine and twist about, tugging hard at the knot still locked into her pussy. His knot was deflating! He pulled harder. McKenna moaned and strained, trying to keep him inside her. “Oh! Oh! Aggghhh!” A wave of intense loss swept over McKenna’s broken mind as the dog’s cock popped free from her cunny. A flood of undammed cum gushed forth, but the ringmaster, Damian, was there to capture the thin, hot liquid in a crystal goblet.
Someone unlocked the handcuffs from McKenna's dog collar and helped her to sit up. The scary masks surrounded her, a wall of naked flesh, erect cocks, and laughing voices. Someone put the cup to her lips and she drank the dog's thin seed greedily. Their cheers and laughter swelled. There was so much cum! It dribbled from the corners of her mouth.
Then the bodies parted to reveal a chaise lounge. Where had it come from? Why was the ringmaster, Bradley reclining there, his costume gone? Why was he so good-looking? Why was he stroking his huge black cock, smirking at her? Oh! Of course.
McKenna rose and stumbled forward. Suddenly she couldn't wait to get that magnificent erection in her hands, between her lips. She knelt between his legs, stroked it, sucked it, worshipped it. But Bradley soon took her by the shoulders and pulled her up to his chest. "Yes, yes, oh god, yes," the sweet child said. She reached down, grabbed his long manhood, and pulled the throbbing head through her sopping young cunny. "Please!" she begged. And Bradley was only too happy to give the newly broken babysitter-slut what she needed. He grabbed her by the hips and stretched her pussy wide as he pushed his way in. All the onlookers cheered for Bradley as he became the first to fuck the pretty little preteen. He wouldn’t be the last.
Despite everything that happened to her, the bondage, the humiliation – the hard dog fuck – McKenna threw her head back in ecstasy as Bradley fucked her hard and fast. How could it feel so good? He was so big! In less than a minute she was climbing towards another climax. But wait, what was happening behind her? Who was there? It must be Dirk. OHH! YES! She’d forgotten what it was like to be filled front and back at the same time.
Dirk and Bradley sandwiched the hot little girl and pounded away at her. And then Damian stepped up to grab her hair, turn her head to the side, and slide his thick black cock between her lips. With each new cock, the little girl’s amazing pleasure spiked to newer heights. She was the center of a whirlwind of sexual desire and depravity and there was nowhere she would rather be!
It wasn’t long before McKenna was taking cum into her preteen body – her pussy, her ass, flooding her mouth. But the men were insatiable. They’d waited so long to use her. She was so beautiful and tight and needy.
Soon, McKenna didn’t know where she was or who was fucking her. She lay on her back as someone rammed his cock deep into her bowels. Her head lolled back, everything went dark, and her world was filled with an amazing, earthy smell. As Luella's pussy came down on her face, McKenna lapped eagerly at the wet folds and hard, swollen clit. She moaned into the depth of the woman’s sex when the dog’s rough, hot tongue returned to her own little pussy. She was the center of the orgy, the center of the universe; the whole world was fucking and sucking and licking and swallowing – giving and receiving endless, endless, endless orgasms.
Was it minutes? Was it hours? Or was it days? Days of constant, wanton, wonderous sex? McKenna didn’t care – she just rode the waves, jumping from one crest to the next – never without a cock, or a pussy, or two, or even three. When had her hair been pulled from the hood? When had her silly costume been stripped away to leave her in nothing but the terrible dog collar? When had they reattached the leash, the leash they used to lead her from one man to the next and then the next and then…
Eventually, the little girl found herself atop the ringmaster again. She ran her fingers into his dark, kinky hair. She kissed him. She lowered herself onto his magnificent, hard cock. She undulated atop his body, milking his wonderful cock as if she’d been fucking big handsome black men for years and years.
But there was a final surprise for the wanton babysitter-slut. Bradley pulled her tight, with one arm around her waist and another grasping her long pretty hair in a desperate grip. “I’ve always wanted to do this, babysitter,” he whispered into her ear, “but I had to wait. I had to wait for you, my darling. I was always waiting for you!”
McKenna gasped at the weight of the dog on her back, the heat of his body, the short fur of his stomach scratching at her sensitive, bare skin, his claws digging into her sensitive thighs as he gripped her waist once again. The man under her didn’t stop thrusting deep inside of her, but she knew that wouldn’t stop the dog from getting what he wanted – he wanted her. He wanted to dominate her, control her, make her his little bitch – and the beast didn’t care that there was already a man deep in her tight preteen pussy. She was frightened, terrified – he’s so big! – but she wanted it. She wanted him to make her his little ass bitch, and she howled like a dog when Champ thrust hard against her little ass, over and over, until he finally found her tiny back entrance with the point of his massive, red, glistening dog-cock.
Her back arched and she trembled violently as the big dog-cock slammed deep into her ass. Bradley never stopped thrusting hard into her pussy. The dog’s hot tongue lashed at the side of her face and neck and he yipped with every painful, violent thrust.
The last thing McKenna would remember from her night of wanton babysitting was the incredible sensation of the dog's cock swelling, once again, the painful pleasure as the beginning of his knot was forced through her tiny anus, and the unbelievable pressure of that knot swelling to its gargantuan size inside her as he pumped in another torrent of hot, thin dog cum. Even for the newly sex-craved babysitter, it was too much. With a final scream of passion, she passed out.
Epilog
McKenna was only half awake as she pulled unfamiliar covers up over her shoulders. “Nooo, let me sleep,” she murmured. But the buzzing next to her continued, too loud to ignore. Her eyes snapped open and focused on the cell phone on a side table. It was her phone! It was buzzing! It was her phone and it was working!
“Ah, hello?” she asked.
"Good morning, dear," McKenna's mother said. "Or rather, good afternoon – you've slept quite long enough."
“Mommy?” McKenna asked unnecessarily. “Where… where am I?” she asked, glancing around the unfamiliar bedroom, confusion growing. “My phone…”
“Yes dear, of course your phone is working. I did promise, didn’t I – along with some other promises.”
McKenna gasped as a flood of visions and memories was triggered by her mother's words: a dog, some men, two little boys with two little cocks - her daddy!
“Oh, mommy! Did I really…? Oh my gosh, I’m late for school!”
“It’s fine dear. Don’t worry about school – I’ve already called to let them know you’ll be out all this week. You see, I’ve taken the liberty of booking your, ah, babysitting services, for the rest of the week. The demand is quite thrilling.”
McKenna’s eyes were wide with shock. “Babysitting?” she whispered into her phone.
“That’s right, baby. You're booked solid for nearly a week. The day after tomorrow I promised Mrs. Simons you'd babysit her twins, Mark and Justin. It's a twenty-four-hour booking, so it pays extra."
“Mark and Justin! But mommy, they… they’ll…. Oh gosh.”
Ignoring the shock in her daughter’s voice, McKenna’s mother went on quickly. “Friday evening’s booking is for babysitting the Thompson kids, right down the street from here. Mr. Thompson was very excited to hear you were back in business – he said all three of his brothers would be visiting. Won't that be nice? But don't worry it's just overnight, and you'll have most of the day Friday to rest up. And then you're booked for two nights and a day at Mrs. Patterson's rest home. You remember Mrs. Patterson and her lovely clients: Norm, Myron, and Ronnie, don't you? She said she's ever so excited to have you meet her three new 'gentlemen.'
McKenna’s mind reeled. But she knew – this was what she was now, and would always be – the insatiable babysitter slut. “But mommy,” her voice quavered into the phone. “You said ‘all week.’ What… where am I supposed to be… now?”
“You’re right where you’re supposed to be,” a deep male voice said from the doorway.
“Oh, did I forget to tell you?” her mother said with a tinkle. “That nice lady Luella extended your Halloween booking for two more days. It seems her boys took a shining to you – not to mention all the men in her life. Talk to you later dear – have a lovely time.” And she was gone.
For a moment, she stared at her phone, trying not to hyperventilate. Slowly, McKenna turned to see Bradley leaning against the doorframe wearing nothing but a smile, with McKenna’s collar and leash and a pair of handcuffs dangling from one hand. And beside him the huge dog, Champ, sat patiently, his long tongue lolling, his ears standing at attention, and the tip of his bright red cock already peeking out from its furry sheath.
"Hello, babysitter," Bradley said with a smirk. "We're looking forward to having you… take care of us. Aren't we, Champ?" The big dog barked and his tail wagged energetically across the floor.
McKenna’s eyes flared. She bit her lip. For a mere second that felt like an eternity, she froze, terrified. And then she threw the covers off of her naked, beautiful preteen body. As quick as she could, she rolled over to get up on her hands and knees, spreading her knees wide and waggling her perfect ass to the man and the dog.
But every muscle in her body hurt! Oh god, the pounding she’d taken.
Well - wasn’t it great that the best cure for sore muscles was more exercise?
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