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STORY NOTES: This was a request from Joel, who asked for a story with a long FFF/g lesbo rape, with lots of thick cum squirting, facesitting, and pissing, with a babysitter, and two of her friends, and a girl about 7-9 years old, but with no extreme violence or snuff, blood, scat, or incest.

This was actually something of a challenge for me, since it was the first request I’ve ever gotten that /didn’t/ want snuff, blood, scat, or incest.

It was so challenging, in fact, that I ended up writing TWO versions of the story, just to satisfy my personal tastes; a “softcore” version, which Joel requested, and a “hardcore” version, which is much more excessive!

This is the “softcore” version; it features less in the way of blatant violence and other “extreme” fetishes. However, the torture and humiliation is also much more psychological and emotional, as opposed to physical, and is far more subtle and complex. Also, it’s much shorter than the other version. If you would like to read the “hardcore” version instead, you can find it here: Harder version

I personally recommend that you read both versions though, as there are major differences that were designed to lead to alternating forms of fulfillment.

Remember, this story is completely /fictional/…and it should stay that way! That means, it shouldn’t have any influence on how people behave in reality! If you think you’ll have trouble keeping the two separate, then you should not read this story. Also, please remember that the author does not endorse or support ANY of the behaviors in this story.

And now that I’ve bored you all to sleep, we can get on with the show!

The Babysitter Chronicles: Emily (original version)

by Taz

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“Oh, hello Emily; come right on in! Just give us a minute, won’t you?”

The beautiful, seventeen year-old white girl with blond hair smiled and nodded at the average-looking middle-aged man as she made her way into the house.

“Honey, the babysitter is here!” he called out to his wife.

“I’ll be down in just a few minutes!” came the response from upstairs.

Mr. Adler couldn’t help but glance at the teenager’s hot assets as she passed by him and went to set her bag down at the living room table. She had a lovely face with deep, sparkling blue eyes, pouty lips, and long dirty-blond hair done up into a loose, high-set pony-tail that trailed down almost to her ass.

And what an ASS it was! Not obscene, but still overly-large for a girl her age and size, and it was obviously muscular from years of cheerleading and other, err, “physical” activity and fit snugly against her jeans. He had to resist keeping his eyes glued on the lovely globes for too long, though it was hard not to be mesmerized by the movements; as one fleshy orb would move up above the other and then jerkingly stop and sway ever-so-slightly to the side before descending back down as the opposite globe then repeated the process in tandem. It was a work of art. And Mr. Adler almost swore that she was doing it on purpose, knowing that he was looking (he was right, of course).

However, as Emily turned around to face him and he was forced to wrench his eyes upwards, he found it even harder to resist gazing at her nearly-as-large, delectable breasts. They were so large for a girl her age that they were already sagging slightly, though the way they pressed against her tight, white, tee-shirt was more than enough to support them. But as tight as the shirt was, her tits still jiggled some under the massive weight of her fleshy mammaries.

He wondered, if he took the time to squint hard enough, if he could see the outline of her bra…assuming she was even wearing one! But sadly, he couldn’t spare the time, for even if he was bold enough to get caught leering by her, the sounds of his wife’s high-hells clicking against the stairs instantly brought his eyes back to attention.

“Hello Emily!” greeted the woman with a small hug. “Thanks for coming on such short notice.”

“Oh, it was no problem Mrs. Adler! It’s a weekend after all, so I don’t have much studying to do.”

Mrs. Adler was an attractive middle-aged woman. Though not as busty or as youthful as the young babysitter, she was still able to impress when she needed to, especially when she was wearing her tight-fitting black dress, as she was now.

“Well, we’ll be out late tonight for the company charity function and awards ceremony, so feel free to order out for something or help yourself to the fridge.” She then turned around and called up the stairs, “Addie! Emily’s here!”

They waited for a moment to listen for any response, but there was none.

Mrs. Adler sighed, “She’s such a shy girl, and even after you’ve babysat her for all these years. I was so hoping that having a nice, outgoing, young woman like you around would help her come out of her shell and be a bit of an inspiration to her. Lord knows I’ve tried myself but-”

“Oh, don’t worry about it Mrs. Adler; I’m sure it’s just a phase. I was a lot like her when I was younger.”

And it wasn’t a lie either. Emily /had/ been a rather shy and quiet girl until her body began blossoming and boys (and girls) began to notice her.

“Well, be that as it may, just be sure to check up on her every now and then and see to it that she takes a bath and brushes her teeth before bed. Now, we had a talk with Addie about her behavior from the last time you came over, so hopefully there won’t be a repeat this time around. Honestly, how someone so shy and quiet could misbehave so badly when we’re not around…” Mrs. Adler shook her head “…it must be because she feels some type of resentment for us leaving her like this, even if it’s just for an occasional evening out.”

“Yeah, maybe, but you shouldn’t let her behavior deter you from going out and having fun on your own,” said Emily. “I mean, I know that this time it’s a business-related event, but seriously, that girl needs to grow up to be more independent and less clingy, like me! She shouldn’t have to rely on you guys for everything and likewise you guys should be able to go out and have fun whenever you want to. Your lives and your schedules shouldn’t have to revolve around her, even if she is your daughter.”

Mrs. Adler looked thoughtful. This wasn’t the first time she had considered Emily’s toxic, but very tempting, words of advice. And lately, she was doing so more frequently. Emily seemed to be such a well-rounded and positive teenager after all, and Mrs. Adler couldn’t help but hope that by following Emily’s advice, that perhaps her own daughter would grow up to be just as outgoing and personable. And truth be told, deep down inside, the mother also hoped that by having Emily around, perhaps her daughter would also grow up to be just as beautiful as well, though the thought was silly and had no basis in reality. Just because Addie was around beautiful people, that didn’t mean that /she/ would turn out beautiful.

In fact, in the deep and dark recesses of her mind, she couldn’t help but actually /compare/ her young girl’s average, and indeed, somewhat chubby, body to that of her beautiful babysitter’s. But she would never knowingly admit to that slightly sinister and twisted concept as being the real reason why she liked having Emily around...

…At least, she wouldn’t admit it /yet/ anyway.

“Well regardless,” said the mother, “this is one particular event we really can’t afford to miss. Now you can call us in at the banquet hall if you absolutely have to, but we’ll have our personal phones off. You have the emergency contacts in case you need them?”

Emily nodded, though they had asked her the question a hundred times before. It was good thing that they trusted /her/ with the contacts instead of Addie, because if there was one thing the girl would need before the night was done with, it would be the help of authorities and family members who would care about her and love her.

…Too bad she wasn’t going to get it! HA!

“…But if she’s just giving you a hard time, don’t be afraid to use some hands-on discipline, like you did last time, okay?”

“Got it, Mrs. A.”

After a few more parting words, the lovely couple was off, leaving Emily all alone in the house with the helpless little seven-year-old girl. Emily admired the house for a moment. Though not filthy rich by any means, the Adlers were still very well off overall and it was obvious that they liked to flaunt their affluence. It was a very nice dwelling, with tasteful, modern furniture. It was also very cold and sterile, with the only room showing any particular disorganization or warmth being Addie’s room. It was brightly colored and reeked of the silly pursuits and personal, messy touches that only a child was capable of producing.

Yet another reason why Emily thought Addie didn’t belong in what was otherwise a professional, mature, and adult family like the Adlers. Honestly, she didn’t know why a pair of intelligent, well-off, sensible, and good looking adults like them would want to be burdened with a filthy, stinking, childish, snot-nosed, /brat/! Especially since she knew that the little runt didn’t serve them as “entertainment” the same way it did her.

She guessed that Addie must be one of those “trophy kids” that every good, “traditional” business executive’s family was required to have in order to climb the corporate ladder. Addie’s parents didn’t really care what happened to their daughter so long as it didn’t affect their chances to use her as a tool for “public relations” and to make goody-goody “family talk” with business partners and neighbors at social functions.

Which was just fine with Emily, who didn’t care what happened to Addie, PERIOD. Even if she, herself, was the cause of it!

…No, wait, scratch that; /ESPECIALLY/ if she was the cause of it!

“Oh wittle Addie!” called out the smiling babysitter in a sickly-sweet voice. “Why don’t you come down to “play”; I have lots of fun “games” planned for us tonight!”

From upstairs, no sound could be heard, though Emily gleefully imagined that the little brat was holding her breath and trying to hold back tears, as if the tiniest sound would give away her hiding place.

“Have it your way Addie, but be warned that you’re just making it harder on yourself!” /But more thrilling for me/, she thought. “If I have to come up and find you later, you /will/ regret it!”

Not expecting any response, and indeed, not receiving any, Emily then stripped out of her clothes and sat down on the living room couch, completely naked save for the high-heeled shoes that she put back on. She reached into her bag for her cell-phone and texted her friends that the “game” was afoot. She then laid back and slowly masturbated, building up anticipation for the inevitable fun that was to /cum/.

She didn’t have to wait long.

Within five minutes, the doorbell rang and Emily went to answer it, not caring that she was in the nude or that somebody might see her. In fact, she /wanted/ them to see her!

“Geez, I didn’t have even have time to have a good orgasm yet! What, were you two waiting outside in the bushes for them to leave or something?” laughed Emily as she kissed her two female companions and welcomed them in.

“You can blame Trisha here; she’s the one who couldn’t wait. We were literally parked across the street with the lights off, smoking joints and waiting for you to text us.”

“Miranda, don’t say that!” squealed the other teenager. “Sheesh, you make it sound like I’m some sort of perverted stalker or something!”

“But we /are/ perverted stalkers!”

“Well, yeah, maybe. But when you say it like that, it sounds like we’re icky, creepy, old guys in trench coats or something!” she giggled.

Emily laughed at her girlfriends. The two beauties were anything /but/ icky, creepy, old guys. Trisha and Miranda both went to Emily’s high school, though Miranda was a grade lower than her and Trisha.

Trisha was beautiful, dark-toned goddess, with skin that was as black-as-night and long hair done in two ponytails to match. Her bust was even larger than Emily’s, as was her ass, but she was also shorter by a few inches and her body was much more petite overall. Miranda, on the other hand, was a Latina queen, who was taller than Emily, with broad shoulders and well-toned muscles. Her bust wasn’t quite as big as her friends’, but it was still impressive, and her ass was certainly the tightest and most muscular of the three.

Trisha and Emily were both cheerleaders, but Miranda, who wasn’t considered “nimble” enough for cheerleading, helped the football players and athletes in other ways, mostly with her special “exercise and stretching” warm-up routines which, ironically, left the boys more exhausted and “spent” from just the warm-up, that they often had no energy left! (A strategy that she also often deployed just before a game on the opposing team’s players. *winks*)

Together, the three multi-cultural girls of varying, but still beautiful and sexy, body types represented a wide-range of nearly every hot-blooded boy’s (and lesbian or bi-sexual girl’s) fantasy woman. The vixens often joked that they looked like the types of women found on those corny, multi-racial after-school specials on television.

“You can’t blame me for being excited though!” exclaimed Trisha. “This is the first time we’ve ever been invited to “babysit” someone! You are sooo lucky, Emily! You get to do this stuff all the time!”

“Geez Trish, settle down. I only do it once or twice a month. Besides, we do stuff like this all the time at school.”

“Yeah, but those losers and ugly freaks are, like, the same age as us. This is a /baby/!”

Emily rolled her eyes, “She’s a seven-year-old snot-nosed brat; hardly a baby…even if she acts like one.”

“Who cares?!” gasped Trisha, who had stripped naked and was now fingering herself, biting her lower lip and leaning over slightly. “She’s sooo much younger, smaller, and weaker than us that she might as well be! We can do practically /anything/ to her and she can’t fight back! How HOT is that?!”

“Hey!” chided Emily as she watched Trisha finger herself. “Save some of that for the kid! And we can’t do just /anything/, you know; the brat does have parents who still care about her, for some weird reason…at least for now. And they know that I’m the only one she was supposed to be with tonight, so anything that happens gets pinned on /me/!”

“But I thought you said her parents didn’t give a shit about her?”

“They don’t, up to a point. I think they’re starting to see her as the burden she really is, but they aren’t there yet; I’m still prepping them. That means that, unlike at school, we can’t just leave a trail of blood, guts, or a dead body lying around and expect the janitors and teachers to keep quiet about it or cover it up in exchange for some blow-jobs and hot side-action. We need to keep this one relatively /clean/ for now, got it?”

“Well shit, that’s a kill-joy,” said a now-naked Miranda as she flexed her muscular biceps. “And here I was, looking forward to stretching that little bitch apart with my bare arms! I’ve never had a victim young enough to do that! Now I’ll probably have to wait for months until daddy takes me on that trip back home to South America for my eighteenth birthday and I grab some homeless tart off the street. Fucking shit Hell!”

“Yeah, I mean, no offense Emily, but why did you even invite us and give our hopes up like that if we can’t even bleed the little shit? What kind of fun is it if you can’t even leave a mark to scar them with?”

“Hey! I didn’t say that we couldn’t leave /any/ marks; just not obvious ones! And as for what we can do that doesn’t involve bleeding, breaking, maiming or killing the little brat, well, there’s lots of things! There’s plenty of fun that can be had with a helpless little child that doesn’t involve blatant and gratuitous violence. You two need to learn the art of subtlety. That’s why I invited you tonight.”

Miranda scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Yeah, I’m sure /that’s/ why you invited us; not like you thought it would be hotter to involve your girlfriends in your senseless abuse of an innocent child or anything like that.”

Emily blushed and playfully slapped Miranda’s muscular arm in response.

“Come on, the first “game” of the night is hide-and-seek; and with three of us against only one small weakling, I think I know a way to make it /extra/ exciting!” she laughed and then handed over a pair of the Adler’s bathrobes to the women as she explained her plan.

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They went straight to the young girl’s bedroom. Though Addie had gotten creative a few times before with Emily by hiding in the bathroom, or the kitchen cabinets, or the laundry room, and even in the attic once, more often than not, the little stinker always hid in her bedroom. Emily guessed there was some type of psychological aspect behind it; the little twerp felt safe or reassured by familiar surroundings, no matter how many times Emily had continued to find her in there and then abuse her nonetheless. Probably the kid was just too stupid to think of much else in the way of trying to escape.

Her parents had absolutely forbidden her from going outside, after one time when she had thought to hide in a tree in the backyard. Mr. Adler had busted his daughter’s tiny ass with a belt so much after that incident, that it had made anything Emily had ever done look tame by comparison. Besides, the girl’s parents had gotten in the habit of checking on their daughter before they left the house, to make sure that she didn’t cause the babysitter any trouble by hiding. And since Addie didn’t have much time to sneak out of her room afterwards, that meant that her parents’ efforts just made it all the easier on Emily, by knowing exactly where the runt was! HA!

Emily motioned to her co-conspirators silently as they went into the little girl’s room and closed the door behind them, with Emily propping a chair against the handle to prevent escape.

“Oh Addie, where are you baby?” giggled Emily.

They quickly checked the closet, underneath the desk, and knocked over a pile of stuffed animals. There was only one place left; underneath the bed. Emily smirked to the others and silently pointed down. She leaned over and raised the covers that were flowing over the bed and onto the floor. She saw a small stack of old shoe boxes, backpacks, and other assorted items. The little snot-nosed bitch must’ve thought that she was being clever by creating a barrier of junk to hide behind.

Emily got up and smiled at her friends, motioning to them that the stupid turd was hiding under the bed and thought that they hadn’t spotted her. At Emily’s direction, the three sat down on the girl’s bed.

“Well, geez, I’m sorry guys. I thought for sure that she would be here. And I was sooo looking forward to having you “play” with her. She really is a very sweet little girl.”

“I wonder why she would go off and hide like that?” asked Trisha as she tried to suppress her giggles. “It’s almost like she was afraid of you?”

“Of me? Nah! I couldn’t imagine why? But then again, you know how kids are; maybe she was just intimidated by my gorgeous good looks and superior body.”

“Hmm, are you sure that she isn’t afraid that we would hurt her? After all, we dropped by unexpectedly and even though we are your friends, we are strangers to her,” said Miranda.

“Gee, you might be right. But still, I can’t see why she would be frightened. After all, with all three of us together, it’s not like any one of us could hurt her without the others knowing and telling her parents about it. She would be perfectly safe.”

The three waited for a few moments to see if their words would lure the tiny brat out, but no such luck.

“Well, we had best go find her then; we wouldn’t want the little ass-err, I mean, little Addie to get hurt.”

Addie, lying under the bed, heard the chair being pulled away from the door which was then opened, followed by the sound of high-heels clicking down the hall as the door closed again.

After a few moments, Addie, being a typical stupid child, thought it was safe enough to push aside the old shoe boxes and other junk and come out. She couldn’t stay under there for long; the babysitter and her friends would come back looking for her. She had to get out! She knew that her parents told her not to leave the house, but maybe she could run from one room to the other while they were searching until her parents got home. She knew they wouldn’t be home for hours yet, but being a rather stupid and desperate child, she was still full of hope and confidence in her own cleverness, despite always having lost the “hide-and-seek” battle to Emily dozens of times before.

She got up and slowly opened the door, peeking out down the hall, when she suddenly heard giggling…coming from BEHIND her!

She whipped around to find two young, beautiful women sitting atop her bed! They must have been Emily’s two friends!

“Well hi there! Were you hiding under the bed the whole time? Wow, that’s clever!” said the black teen.

“What were you doing hiding under the bed?” asked the other one. “Were you scared?”

Addie just stood, trembling in fear and shock.

“Are you okay? We’re friends of Emily’s, so there’s no need to be afraid.”

“Yeah, she just went looking for you, actually. She invited us over to help babysit you, but we couldn’t find you. I should call her and let her know we found you!”

Addie quickly shook her head no.

“Please don’t!” she pleaded.

“Oh? But why? Won’t Emily be worried about you?”

Addie shook her head no again, “S-She just wants to find me so she can hurt me! Please help hide me! Don’t tell her I am, /pleaseee/!”

Trisha put on a look of fake shock while Miranda had to grind her teeth to keep from laughing out loud.

“Hurt you?! But you’re such a cute little thing! Why would Emily want to hurt you?”

The girl finally broke down, sobbing heavily as tears began to roll down her cheeks.

“I…I don’t know why she wansha hursh me sho mush! /sob/ I n-never did a-anything mean to h-/sob/-her!”

Both of the older girls tasted blood as they bit their cheeks while trying not to laugh at the poor girl’s plight. Unfortunately for Addie, the taste of blood, even their own, only egged the two teenaged demons on even more.

“Oh, I’m sooo sorry, dear! Why don’t you come up here and we’ll try and see if we can sort this whole thing out.”

The child was weary, but was also desperate for comfort, so she did as she was told and climbed up onto the bed and snuggled between the two beautiful women. After all, there was no way that they, or anybody in the whole wide world for that matter, could ever be as mean or as nasty as Emily was! Maybe these two could help and then tell her parents what Emily had done to her! Her parents never believed her when she told them how mean Emily was. They thought she was a liar! They always believed Emily instead, just because the babysitter was older than her, even though she was their own daughter! But with two older girls vouching for her, maybe her parents would believe her, if only she could convince the two that what she was saying was true!

As she snuggled up between the two, who began to lovingly stroke her hair and mumble baby-ish words of reassurance, she noticed the fluffy fabric of the robes she was nuzzling against.

“Are…do those belong to my mommy and daddy? Why are you wearing them?” she sniffed.

“Well, we, err, were going to have a sleepover and do each other’s hair and even put on some adult make-up, but we can’t do that while wearing our clothes, so we decided to borrow your parents’ robes for a while,” lied Trisha, who was happy to see the dumb little cunt buying it. Geez, little kids sure were stupid!

“Now why don’t you tell us what sort of delicious-uhh, I mean, dreadful things you /think/ Emily did to you? I’m sure it’s all just an innocent mistake,” soothed Trisha as she rubbed the little girl’s back, her delicate fingers slowly moving their way lower and lower.

Miranda, on the other hand, was having a hard time stroking the girl’s hair while resisting the urge to simply take the entire head in her strong grip and POP it open like a rotten melon! Her other hand was gripping the wooden bedframe so hard, that she had to stop when she heard the wood start to splinter!

Little Addie vigorously shook her head at Trisha’s implication that Emily’s actions were all an innocent misunderstanding.

“Nooo! She does it on purpose! She…she hits me really hard!”

“Oh? Where does she hit you? She doesn’t hit your pretty face, does she?”

“Some…sometimes she does, but when she does it there, she usually slaps me, and not hits me with her fist. But she did do that once! But then one of my teeth fell out, and I think she became scared when I told mommy and daddy about it, but they just thought it was a regular ol’ loose tooth that just fell out on its own and that I was lying about Emily hitting me! Even the Tooth Fairy believed it, because I still got a coin when mommy put the tooth under my pillow!”

Both of the older girls swallowed hard and tried to avoid salivating outright. This girl was just too young and innocent to resist!

…Resist /HURTING/, that is!

“But Emily likes to hit me all over! But she /really/ likes to hit and slap my bum most of all! She does that almost every time she comes over!”

“Huh, you mean she spanks you down here?” Trisha reached down and pinched the little girl’s tush which elicited a squeak from her. “Hmm, my babysitter used to spank me down there when I was naughty or misbehaved. Are you a naughty little girl?”

“No, no, no! Honest, I’m not! Emily just hits me down there for no good reason! She says it’s ‘cause I’m small and weaker than her, but that’s not a good reason! And…and…she doesn’t just hit the outside of my bum either. She hits the inside as well!”

“She hits the inside of your tushy? How does she do that? Do your plump little tushy cheeks open up like secret treasure chests? Is there treasure hidden inside?”

Despite the serious nature of the talk, the young girl almost giggled. She was becoming much more relaxed around the two older girls. They were so much nicer than Emily. Why were they friends with a meanie-head like her? Maybe she could convince the two that Emily was a stupid, hurtful, meanie who didn’t deserve friends and then they would be /her/ friends instead of Emily’s and Emily wouldn’t have any friends at all and then she would be all lonely and crying. It would serve her right!

“Nooo! I mean…she hits me in the spot between my tushy.”

“The spot between your tushy? What does that mean?”

“Well, umm, ya know…”

“You mean the hole in your bum where you shit-, err, I mean, poop-y out of? How could she hit you from inside of there? Stuff is only supposed to come out of there.”

The young girl flushed bright red, not only from the personal nature of the question but also from Trisha’s finger, which was sliding back-and-forth against her little puckered ass-hole, with the fabric of her little shorts and underwear rubbing against it soothingly. It felt a little naughty, but in a good way. It felt much nicer than the stuff Emily did to her bum! These girls were /sooo/ much nicer than Emily was! She was so relieved to be comforted, that she didn’t even realize that Emily could’ve easily searched the whole house twice over by now and should have been back already.

But then again, Addie was nothing more than just a stupid child, so of course, she didn’t question it.

“No!” she giggled. “I mean…you know…my second hole? She likes to hit me there! It hurts! She says I deserve it because my…“other hole”…is puny and not like a real lady’s, but I think it is! I mean, all ladies have one, right?”

But Miranda and Trisha just looked down at her in mock confusion. Addie blushed an even deeper shade of red and then leaned up to whisper to the older girls.

“You know…your /cunny/?” she whispered the word as if it were forbidden under law. And knowing how angry her parents would’ve been had they heard her, it might as well be.

“Cunny? I’ve never heard of that? Are you sure that /all/ women have it? I think I would know if I had something called a “cunny” between my tush-cheeks.”

“Yes! At least, I /think/ all ladies have it. My mommy said they all did. She even showed me hers.”

Both of the scheming sadists had to resist /extra/ hard at making a crude joke or comment about /that/.

“Well, I don’t think /I/ have one. What do you think Miranda?”

“Nope. Cunny sounds like something weak and delicate. I’m pretty sure I don’t have anything pathetic like that.”

“That’s what Emily calls it!” gasped Addie, who scooted a little closer to Trisha and away from Miranda. “She says that it’s small and weak and pa…umm, path?...pathetic! But I know that she has one too, because she shows it to me and shoves it in my face and then forces me to eat and lick the slimy goop that comes out of it! But she says hers is better because it’s bigger and men can use it!”

Now the “attentive listeners” gave her mock looks of perplexed astonishment and disbelief.

“Wait, you have a second hole in your tush that makes goop that you eat?”

“Nooo! Its…it only does that with Emily because she’s older! My mom says her cunny does it too, but hers bleeds blood once a month, and Emily’s must be different, because hers is just this weird-tasting goop, and it does it all the time!”

It sounded weird even to Addie, and she could tell from the looks of incredulity on the women’s faces that they didn’t believe her.

“I know it sounds really weird, but it’s true!”

“Hmmm, I dunno,” said Trisha skeptically. “It all sounds a little made-up to me. Are you sure that Emily didn’t just spank your tushy because you were being a naughty girl and making up stories like this?”

“Nooo, I swear it’s true!”

“Then show us!” demanded Miranda.

“Yeah, show us this “cunny” of yours, if you really have one!”

But Addie was obviously shy about such a private subject, especially one that Emily often exploited and that her own parents told her was wrong to show or talk about with anybody but them. The two wolves-in-sheep’s-clothing immediately took advantage of her hesitation.

“Ha! I knew it! I knew she was making it up! And here I thought she wanted to be our friend!”

“It’s no wonder that Emily doesn’t like her; nobody likes little girls who lie. I bet that’s why Emily spanks her!”

“Ha! I bet Emily doesn’t even spank her at all! I bet the little skank was lying about that too, just to get our attention and our pity!”

“NOOO! I’m not lying, I swear! Here, look!”

Addie stood up on the bed and quickly shucked her shorts and pulled aside her cartoon-laden underwear. She even bent over and raised her ass in the air, holding aside her undies with one hand while pushing aside her cute ass-cheeks and spreading her pre-pubescent vagina lips open with her other hand.

This time Miranda and Trisha couldn’t hold back their salivations. This naïve little piece of rape-bait was making it just /too/ easy for them!

“See?! See?!”

The leering lesbian pedophiles took a good, long, admiring look before responding.

“Ohhh, /that/!” exclaimed Trisha as she forcibly pulled the little girl’s underwear down, despite her squeaky, feeble protests. “So /that’s/ what you meant by a “cunny”! That’s not what we call ours at all!” she said as she began to softly rub the orifice with her own hand while also grabbing Addie’s hand and forcibly using it as well.

“S-So you do have them? W-What do you call yours?”

“The proper name for it on any /REAL/ woman is a CUNT!”

“Or a PUSSY!”

“Or a SNATCH!”

“FUCKHOLE!”

“FUCK-SLEEVE!”

“TWAT!”

“BITCH-BURROW!”

“WHORE-HOLE!”

“SLUT-CAVERN!”

“PIMPING-POCKET!”

“SPERM-SHELTER!”

“But /NEVER/…” they both proclaimed at the same time, “…a /cunny/!”

“A /cunny/ is for weak little babies!” spat Miranda.

Both of the women shamelessly opened their robes to reveal their beautiful, luscious, naked bodies. They scotched back and parted their legs and used their hands to part their cunt lips (with Trisha still keeping one hand on Addie’s “cunny” all the while).

“Now /THESE/ are /CUNTS/!”

“Geez, it’s no wonder that we had trouble understanding what you were talking about! Just look at the difference between our /cunts/ and your “cunny”! Ours are so much bigger and better-looking than yours that it’s hard to tell that you even have one! You probably couldn’t fit more than one finger up that pathetic little bitch-hole! But I can probably fit /your/ entire hand up /my/ cunt! Let’s find out!”

Addie shrieked and tugged wildly as Trisha’s hold on her wrist tightened and pulled the girl’s hand towards her gaping, gasping, cunt. Trisha slowly pumped Addie’s wriggling hand in-and-out of her pussy, pushing it a little further in each time until all the fingers were inside! Miranda quickly took the girl’s other hand and, with far less finesse than Trisha, proceeded to simply push the entire little hand up her snatch in one go!

“Nooo! Stop it! Let me go! This is icky!” cried the little snot-ball as the women uncaringly used her small hands and arms as their own personal dildos, completely unfeeling towards their whining sex-toy’s discomfort, other than the fact that it got them off even more to know she was in pain.

“Heh, this is the first time I’ve ever raped a girl without actually even fucking her own cunt!” mused Miranda in delight.

“I know, right? Usually I use a strap-on dildo to rape some pathetic ugly loser bitch, but now I’m actually using a little slutty bitch /as/ a dildo to rape /myself/! Awesome!”

“Too bad we can’t really rape her; I bet this little bitch is still a virgin!”

“You got that right!” laughed a voice from the other side of the room.

Both of the smiling sadists turned to see Emily strut in, wearing nothing but high heels. Addie, realizing with stupidity that she had been tricked, began bawling and wailing, which only egged her rapists on more.

“Anyone who’d try to fuck her would split her in half with a pitiful little sorry-excuse-for-a-“CUNNY” like that! Plus, her stupid parents would notice.”

“So were you able to hear everything through the door?” asked Trisha as she continued to forcibly pump little Addie’s hand up her cunt. Even the little girl’s wrist was no problem for her well-experienced and easily-accommodating pleasure-hole to take.

“Ohhh yeah! I had a bit of trouble hearing the first bit, but once you distracted her, I cracked the door open. I nearly came several times listening to you two talk-up this retarded bitch! Haha! I can’t believe that she bought all of that! Gawd help any stupid little brats wandering around if you sluts ever get your hands on an ice-cream truck; this town would be childless in a week!”

“Mmmm, now there’s an idea!” said Miranda as she clenched her vaginal muscles tighter, eliciting further shrieks of pain from the crying and sobbing rape-toy.

“Hehe! Can you believe how stupid the little turd is? This is what I love about babysitting; the stupid brats are too fucking naive to even know when they’re being abused!”

“Ohh, I don’t know about that…if this little cry-baby’s struggles are any indication, then I’d say she’s fully aware that we’re willfully hurting her for own pleasure! HA!”

“Are you sure?” laughed Miranda. “I think the stupid little bitch still thinks we want to be friends with her and is trying to /help/ us get off! At least, that’s what her pathetic struggles are telling my cunt, anyway! HAHAHA!”

Addie was going hoarse from all of her screaming and sobbing and yelling in pain. The women just yelled louder in ecstasy to cover the pathetic wails up.

“OH SHIT!” yelled Trisha. “It really /does/ get me off! I can feel all five of her tiny, pitiful fingers squirming around in there! SHIT! I can’t take most women’s hands to the hilt like this, but for a teeny-tiny child…gawds, why haven’t I raped a child’s hand before now?! This is AWESOME! It’s like having five grade-school-boy’s-sized dicks wriggling around inside me at the same time! OHHHH!”

Emily rolled her eyes. “And you two thought that playing with a little cry-baby would be no fun, especially since you couldn’t leave any marks! I told you that subtlety and psychology can beat outright violence anytime! And it always works best on unsuspecting, innocent, stupid, children!”

“OHHH FUCK! You were right about everything Emily! Raping little kids is the best, even when you don’t take their virginity! FUCKING SHIT! I want her to FIST ME! I want to see how big all those little wriggling worms are when she’s up to her elbow in my CUNT! I WANT TO SEE IF HER TINY FIST CAN PUNCH STRAIGHT THROUGH MY CERVIX AND INTO MY WOMB! DO IT! FIST-FUCK MY WOMB YOU LITTLE BITCH!”

Emily reached over and forcibly grabbed Addie’s arm and gently pulled it out of Trisha’s squeezing cunt, which grabbed and suckled on it all the way out. She put her larger, adult hand over the little girl’s slimy and juiced one and made her form a fist, using much more painful pressure and muscle-power than was necessary, but making sure that it was just under the amount that would’ve broken the girl’s weak and tiny bones. Then Emily tugged the child-whore’s loose undies off of her small, flailing legs and tied them snuggly around the newly-formed fist before the fingers could wiggle free.

Then Emily WRENCHED Addie’s little arm up at the elbow as Trisha settled her stretched, literally breathing, cunt right on top of it and PLUNGED down, and indeed, didn’t stop into her cunt lips had reached the little girl’s elbow!

“OHHHH FUCKING SATAN ALMIGHTY /YESSS/!” she screamed. “I can /FEEL/ it! It really /is/ touching my womb! Oh-oh-ohhhh! Usually a man has to have a monster dick (or a women has to have a monster dildo) to reach this deep! Umph! And it’s never felt as smooth as a child’s hands wrapped in cotton-clothed undies! Ohhh shit! Ohh! This is amazing! Where has this little slut been all my life?! Ohmp! I can’t believe I turned down all those babysitting jobs when I was younger just to go to some stupid rave! This is-ohhh!-this is better than any high-class drug or stupid train-pulling orgy I’ve ever tried! Ohhh! Miranda, honey, you’ve /got/ to try this!”

But Miranda just shrugged her shoulders. “Nah. You go ahead and enjoy yourself. I get off on SQUEEZING the little shit’s hand and arm and trying to force her fingers so far back with just my cunt-muscles that they almost BREAK! /THAT’S/ what gets /me/ off!”

Emily laughed, “Just be careful not to pull them back so far that you actually /do/ break them! We need to keep this relatively clean, remember?”

Again, Miranda shrugged. “Not bloody, maybe; but /not/ clean! Just look at how much Trish is gushing all over the little shit’s arm!”

Emily and Miranda both laughed. Addie cried. Trisha swooned.

“Ohhh gawd, Emily! I think I’m in love! I’m in love with a little girl’s underwear-covered fist! Shit! You wanna rape your womb on her fist when I’m done?”

But Emily just shook her head and smiled evilly down at Addie’s snot-and-tear covered face. “Actually, I was think of raping /something else/.”

The three laughed as Addie only wailed louder.

Emily reached over into the handbag she brought along and smiled with glee as the addressed the captive girl, who was bound by the arms inside her lovers’ cunts.

“You heard my friend Trish say that I invited them both for a sleepover and that we would do each other’s hair and makeup? Well, since we /are/ babysitting, and since you /are/ such a cry-baby, I thought that we should do a little touch-up on our baby-doll first!”

Emily pulled out a small make-up kit and smeared Addie’s lips with a thick layer of deep-red lipstick and gloss. She also smeared the girl with an extra-large helping of mascara and eye liner and plastered her cheeks with rouge foundation and concealer. But with Addie’s face being so moist from snot and tears, and squirming around so much as Emily applied the make-up (in addition to Emily’s intent to apply enough gunk to make her look like the world’s biggest baby-whore), Addie ended up looking like some kind of disgusting circus clown midget that got caught in a rainstorm.

“Hahahaha! Just look at the little whore all dolled up and with nowhere to go…except MY ASS! HA!”

“What a stupid little whore! Just look at all that make-up; she’s just /begging/ to be face-raped!”

“Use your ass to-mmmm-wipe that little slut’s gunked-up face clean, Emily! Show her-ohhh!-what happens when little wanna-be tramps like her try to show up /real/ women like us! Ha!”

Emily relished in the sounds of her friends’ laughter and teasing, as well as the sounds of one final, shrieking, cry of pain from Addie, which was abruptly muffled as her massive ass SMOTHERED the innocent little girl’s gunked-up face.

“Thank gawd! That stupid little cry-baby’s shrieking was starting to annoy me!” teased Trisha, who had just come down from another orgasm (one of several she had already in just the few brief minutes she had been raping Addie’s fist), though she still kept riding the girl’s arm with even more abandon.

“HA!” laughed Miranda. “Speak for yourself! The little bitch’s howls of pain only got me off more!”

“Mmmm, well, they’re certainly getting /me/ off!” purred Emily as she rode the stupid whore’s face. “That’s it, you pathetic slut! Whine into my ass! Cry into my cunt! Haha! Get me off as I ride your ugly face!”

Without warning, Trisha leaned over and grabbed Emily into a soul-searing kiss! The two quickly began to fondle each other’s naked bodies, while never losing their rhythm as they rode their little rape-toy. Finally, they broke for air.

“Whoa!” gasped Emily. “Where did /that/ come from?” True, Emily had always been attracted to Trisha and Miranda (with bodies like theirs, who wouldn’t?) and they had even shared partners before, even at the same time, but this was the first time they had ever shared anything this /intense/.

“Oh fuck Emily, I think I’m in love!” the dark-skinned goddess proclaimed while practically /crying/ tears of joy. Unlike Addie, the tears running down Trisha’s face only made her seem more attractive.

“With me? Or with your new living dildo?” chuckled Emily.

“BOTH!”

The two quickly engaged in another bout of passionate spit-swapping, only to be interrupted when a somewhat-jealous Miranda forcibly broke them apart, only to have her start making out with her fellow sexy rapists herself. Soon, they devolved into a near-indistinguishable mass of hot and sweaty bodies; groping, caressing, kissing, tonguing, and licking each other like animals in heat!

Meanwhile, Addie was slowly being deprived of oxygen from beneath Emily’s massive ass. The brief intervals between humps when Emily would raise her ass up enough for Addie to breathe weren’t enough to stop the girl from slowly suffocating. And the rape-toy’s frantic squirming for air was only egging her tormentors on even further. Addie knew from sad experience that there was only one way to get her babysitter’s massive ass off of her before she passed out…

“OH FUCK /YESSSS/!! TONGUE MY ASS! EAT ME OUT YOU LITTLE CHILD-WHORE!” Emily cried as Addie’s little squirming tongue penetrated her ass-hole and then wriggled out along her perineum and up into her wet, slobbering cunt. Emily’s back arched and Trisha and Miranda each took one of the presented, large, teenage tits into their mouths and began sucking.

It was one of the most intense sensations Emily had ever had! There was /NO WAY/ that she was ever going back to babysitting alone after this!

Addie’s disgusting efforts were “rewarded” a few seconds later with a massive /gush/ of girl-cum squirting straight into her eyes, nose, mouth, and all over her face! But thankfully, Emily had collapsed to the side from pleasure and, after hacking and coughing up as much of the goop as she could, Addie was able to breathe again…at least until Emily finished up with a particularly rank, rancid, and wet fart right in her face.

After a few minutes of heavy panting (and loving caresses and light kisses from her sexy, sadist friends), Emily looked up and stared passionately right into Trisha’s eyes.

“Try it! You’ve /got/ to try it! Give me her fist; we’ll switch places!”

Trisha was only too-eager to obey. Addie was only able to whimper out a few moans of pained resistance before the black teenager began straddling her face. Emily quickly lowered herself onto the weak girl’s cum-soaked arm, taking it up to the elbow as her lover had.

“Ohhh fuck! It goes in sooo much easier when it’s “lubed up”! Thanks Trisha!”

But Trisha didn’t seem very satisfied with riding the little whore’s face, despite the stimulation from having such a small, weak, and pathetic thing forcibly smothered between her impressive ass for the first time in her life.

“I think something’s wrong…the little shit isn’t putting much effort into it. I guess we tired her out.”

But Emily was having /none/ of that!

“Damn you stupid little snot-nosed shit! I will /NOT/ have the likes of you embarrassing me in front of my friends! I promised them a fun time and /you’re/ going to be the one to give it to them, whether you like it or not!”

She PUNCHED the struggling little girl HARD in the stomach! The hit caused young Addie to cry and wheeze in pain and Trisha to moan in pleasure. Emily then hit her again and again, trying to get her friend off! But each hit only resulted in a temporary spurt of ecstasy for Trisha, and Emily couldn’t hit the little punching-bag much harder for fear of causing noticeable bruises that would be hard to explain away to her parents, or without causing the little shit to disgustingly vomit all over her lover’s smothering ass.

“Come on you stupid bitch! Tongue her! Eat her out! She’s your fucking babysitter too and your superior in every way so you had better pleasure her the way she deserves!” But Addie was simply too weak. She wasn’t used to pleasuring /three/ women with insatiable sexual appetites! “Okay, fine then, have it your way…” Emily reached over into her bag and pulled out a riding crop. “…and I’ll have it /MY/ way!”

She pulled on one of Addie’s feebly kicking legs and Miranda, who easily guessed what her friend was doing, pulled the other one, spreading the girl’s legs apart and leaving her inferior little child-bum exposed.

WHACK! Emily slammed down the riding crop HARD!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

With each cry, the defenseless little seven-year-old girl screamed further into the black teenager’s ass, and with each cry, Trisha’s moans grew longer and more intense. Miranda was frigging herself, in addition to still pumping up-and-down on the girl’s sore arm. The Hispanic teen was excited to finally see a little bit of physical violence and torture come into play. But still, she couldn’t help but goad Emily about it.

“Won’t her parents be upset if you hit her pathetic “cunny” like that? It will bruise easily, you know, especially on a small, pitiful, weakling like her that has never had her cunt properly stretched out, the way a girl her age already should have.”

“Nah…” WHACK! “…her parents…” WHACK! “…allow me to spank her…” WHACK! “…when she misbehaves.” WHACK! “And she’s /definitely/…” WHACK! “…misbehaving!” WHACK!

“Yeah!” moaned Trisha. “The stupid brat won’t tongue my stinky ass or my wet, hairy cunt! Just how rude and insolent can you get?! Kids these days are so disrespectful to their elders! They need some good corporal punish-AHHH SHIT YES!! /THERE/ WE GO! NOW YOU’RE GETTING IT! TONGUE MY ASS, YOU SILLY LITTLE BITCH!”

The painful smacks from Emily’s riding crop right against Addie’s pitiful baby-like cunt and ass had finally spurred the girl into putting the energy and effort needed to sufficiently tongue Trisha’s ass. And fortunately for Addie, since Trisha was unaccustomed to having such a tiny slut tongue and eat out her ass, she came much quicker than Emily, whom the girl had been forced to eat out so many times that it took longer to get a response.

But Unfortunately for Addie, Miranda’s gigantic ass (which was almost as big as the other two women’s /combined/) was so strong that it was virtually made of steel, and she was determined that her new toy would pass out from exhaustion before she got off!

Emily, after having orgasmed on Addie’s underwear-bound fist, gave way (with a kiss) to Trisha again, who obviously preferred the fisted hand to the unbound one. Emily saw that Miranda had, indeed, bent back most of Addie’s fingers at unnatural angles. With distinct “cracking” and “popping” sounds, she bent each one forward and back into shape, thankful that none of the bones were actually broken.

Of course, the concern wasn’t out of compassion for Addie; it was just out of fear of what her parents might do if their daughter was seriously injured. Emily could always lie and say that it was an accident, and her parents were more likely to believe her even over their own daughter, but Emily didn’t want to push it, and she /certainly/ didn’t want Addie to end up at the hospital with some snooping doctor who would ask too many questions.

Nevertheless, it didn’t stop Emily from once more dropping her entire weight onto the nearly-broken hand and arm, shoving it up her cunt almost to the elbow. This was a record for her; /both/ arms in a single night! She wondered if, in the future, all three of them could each use all /four/ of the little rape-toy’s limbs, /plus/ her face, in a single night! The thought was almost enough to have Emily cream again, /especially/ when Addie’s little fingers began squirming around as Miranda’s massive, tight ass grabbed hold of the little twerp’s head and literally began SNAPPING it from side-to-side just by clenching it!

“Hey! Mmmm-watch it! Don’t snap her-ohhh!-neck too much! She a fucking-umph!-weakling, you know! You could kill her!”

Miranda shrugged, not really caring. But at Emily’s stern glare, she pouted and stopped tugging so violently, and reached for the riding crop instead.

“May I?” she asked, though she didn’t even wait for a response before she began WHACKING the girl harshly, much more so than Emily had…and not just on her bum either!

“Hey, I said take it easy! Don’t-ohhh!-bruise her anywhere but her ass! And don’t hit /that/ hard enough that she bleeds!”

Miranda huffed, not used to holding back, /especially/ when her long-held dream of having an innocent, defenseless child under her ass had finally come true! She continued to mercilessly hit and whack the little slut (though with /slightly/ less force than before, as a gesture to Emily), and no amount of crying or tonguing or lapping at her sopping cunt or filthy ass was going to stop her or get her off as easily as it had her two lovers.

Emily, even as she was in the throes of another orgasm, knew that she would have to act fast or this might turn into something more extreme than even she had wanted (well, not that she didn’t “want” it; just that that she couldn’t afford to face the consequences yet)! Fortunately, Emily had been in enough sexual escapades with her friends that she knew their sexual weaknesses as well as their strengths. And while Miranda’s massive ass and cunt were as strong and hard as rock, her breasts, which were actually slightly smaller than Emily’s, were /extremely/ sensitive!

Emily reached out and began fondling and groping them.

“Hey! Stop that!” /squealed/ Miranda, who /never/ squealed unless she was aroused.

Trisha, seeing what her lover was up to, quickly joined in. Miranda tried to push and bat them away with her superior strength, but her muscles quickly turned to jelly as jolts of pleasure racked her body. Emily and Trisha rapidly progressed from hand-action to tongue-action, each taking a nipple into their mouths and suckling it, as Miranda and Trisha had done for Emily earlier.

“OH SHIT!”

With Miranda’s muscles going limp, she was now much more susceptible to the ministrations of Addie’s desperately wriggling, worm-like tongue.

“OH CRAP! STOP IT! I WANT IT TO LAST LONGER! STO-OHHHH, FUCK! I’M CUMMMINNGGG! ARRGH!”

Miranda’s orgasm was the shortest, but most intense, of all. It came out almost as a single large wave, combined with a reeking, wet, explosive FART, followed by a small trickle of girl-juice leaking out.

As tempting as it was to simply CRASH her massive ass back down onto the girl’s face, Miranda was curious to see what the little pathetic bitch looked like after a blast like /that/ from her ass. She sat up and turned around and all three of the beautiful female rapists looked down…only to BURST in laughter at Addie’s messed-up face!

It was a literal smear of colors from her colorful make-up all running together, covered in several thick layers of sweat, tears, snot, cum, and other goo. Addie’s eyes were virtually glued shut, and with every deep breath she took, more of the color-laden ooze was inhaled, which she then was forced to cough and hack out. The girl wanted desperately to reach for her eyes and face and wipe the gunk off, but her hands were still lodged deep in the wombs of her tormentors. To top it all off, Miranda thought that the thick layer of gelatinous goo needed just a /little/ something extra, so she /SPAT/ right in the girl’s face, followed quickly by Emily and Trisha.

“HAHAHAHA! My gawd, have you ever seen such a slut?!”

“What a whore! Hehe!”

“Stupid bitch’s face looks like some kind of fucked-up oil painting!”

“/Fucked-up/ is right! HAHAHA!”

Once Addie had (mostly) stopped coughing, she once again began wheezing and crying. It sounded weird and high-pitched because Miranda’s ass had bent her nose slightly at an odd angle. Emily pinched it and bent it back into shape, which resulted in loud shrieks filling the room; ones of pain from Addie, and ones of laughter and delight from her teenaged tormentors.

Trish laughed, “Hell, I don’t think I’ve had this many orgasms in such a short time in my whole life!” She slid off the girl’s arm, unable to take much more stimulation for fear of literally passing out. Addie frantically began to wipe her face with the soaked-though underwear-bound fist, but it only ended up smearing the muck around more, much to the women’s amusement.

Emily grabbed the flailing fist.

“You stupid snot! A trio of superior, /real/ women, who are better than you in every way, decide to graciously use your tiny, pathetic body as their fucking pleasure-toy and you repay them by trying to /wipe/ their heavenly, exquisite cum off of your ugly face?! Do you know how many boys and even grown men would kill to be in your position right now? You ungrateful /BITCH/!”

Emily RIPPED the soiled undies off of Addie’s hand and stuffed them into the wailing mouth, silencing the little pest, though it was obvious she was still sobbing as she tried, unsuccessfully, to stem the flow of cum from the underwear and down her throat.

“Ungrateful is right; just look at what the bitch did to my ass!” proclaimed Miranda as she showed off her ass-cheeks to the others. It was covered in a collage of colors; the result of Addie’s smeared make-up.

Emily and Trisha quickly used their impressive cheerleading-flexibility to check out their own asses, which were even more colorful than Miranda’s was!

“Hehe, my ass looks like a rainbow!” said Emily.

“Shit! My ass hasn’t been this colorful since my dad spanked it so hard it turned purple-and-blue,” said Trisha.

“Heh, with as hard as Miranda was pounding her, it won’t be long before Addie’s ass also turns as colorful as her face! HAHA!”

“So what do we do with the bitch now?” asked Miranda, as she cracked her knuckles.

“I don’t know about you gals,” said Trisha, “but after /that/ many orgasms, I don’t think I’ll be able to do much of anything for a bit. Besides, I really have to go to the bathroom.”

“Great idea!” shouted Emily. “I promised her parents that I would give her a bath, so we’ll just make sure she has a /golden/ one!”

The other two girls gasped in shock, but then BURST in laughter once more, and began dragging their little toy off to the bathroom, with Emily dragging Addie by the hand…which was still lodged up her cunt!

XxXxX

Emily’s ass might not have been as strong as Trisha’s or Miranda’s, but it was still strong enough to /fling/ the weak little girl over the low rim of the bathtub and send her SMACKING against the acrylic surface.

All three of the giggling women lined their asses up side-by-side over the rim.

“Don’t worry Addie,” called Emily, “since you seem to dislike having our glorious cum pasted all over your butt-ugly face, we’ve decided to graciously help you wash it off! HAHAHAHA!”

“Hope you like the colored water coming out of our colorful asses!” yelled Trisha. “Just think of it as a “magical elixir” we made just for you! HAHA!”

The sounds of three streams of piss were heard, along with the women’s uproarious laughter, as they sprayed the seven-year-old girl’s face and body! Acting on her lust, Trisha leaned over and engaged Emily in a sinful kiss again, followed by Miranda.

“Shit Emily, tonight has been one of the best nights of my /life/! I’ve always loved beating up and tormenting ugly fucking losers and geeks, but I never thought abusing a defenseless, innocent, little child could be such mind-blowing, orgasmic, FUN! I can’t believe what I’ve been missing out on all this time! Hurting children is going to be my new calling in life! Before now, I didn’t really give a shit what I would do after I graduated high school, but now I know; I’m going to be a teacher or a pediatrician or run a day-care center or something; anything where I can have access to all of the delectable child fuck-meat and living child rape-toys I can get my filthy hands on!” Trisha sighed as she leaned her head tiredly and lovingly against Emily’s shoulder as her piss-stream slowly tapered off.

Miranda, however, was still going strong, and as Emily leaned her head back, she noticed that Miranda was aiming her stream entirely at the girl’s underwear-stuffed mouth!

“Hey, don’t drown her to death!”

“Ah, don’t worry, it’s not enough to really kill her; this is a torture technique that the authorities use back in my home country, though they usually just use water.”

“Hey, I know that one!” shouted Trisha, who, having seemingly flipped on like a light-switch, was now bubbling with energy once more. “It’s called waterboarding! Though in this case, I guess it’s /piss/-boarding! My dad is a cop and he does it to stupid punks all the time, though it’s supposed to be illegal here, but nobody in power really cares. They use it on people all the time. You’re doing it all wrong though, here…”

Trisha took the soaked underwear out of the girl’s mouth and laid it flat across her face and nose. Addie was too weak and tired to struggle or try and remove it.

“There, that should do it! Just watch her neck closely though; if she starts convulsing, it means that she’s about to up-chuck and she could choke or drown to death on her own puke if we’re not careful.”

Miranda smirked, “Now /that/ I’d like to see!”

“Oh no you don’t!” chided Emily. “/No/ killing, not unless you feel like it’s worth getting the electric chair or the gas chamber over! They still execute child-killers in this country, you know!”

“Yeah, yeah, so you say. But /I/ could probably flee the country and head back home before they caught me. My daddy is very influential back there, and there are also plenty of little orphaned brats running around that nobody cares about if they go missing!”

Emily rolled her eyes and was tempted to give Miranda a raspberry. She knew that the Hispanic teenager loved the greedy opulence of their country too much to give it up for the life of one stupid little twit. Still, the idea of at least torturing the little girl further was /very/ appealing, especially if they could do it without causing any permanent damage, as Trisha seemed to be something of an expert on the technique.

“Shit, it’s too bad I’m all pissed out!” exclaimed the black teen. “I’d love to try piss-boarding her! Damn small bladder and petite figure.”

“Oh yeah, cause having a petite figure is /such/ a curse,” said Emily sarcastically, and then she snapped her fingers! “I got it! The Adlers have a liquor cabinet with /tons/ of booze! I know just the right vintage that’ll run straight through!”

“Great!” Trisha laughed. “But won’t they be mad if they found out you took some of their liquor?”

But Emily just shook her head. “Nah, I do it all the time and they’ve never noticed! Like I said, they have /tons/ of it, so I don’t think they even keep track. I just water-down whichever bottle I drank out of, and they’re none-the-wiser!”

“Geez, booze, baby-“sitting”, and piss-bitch-boarding! This is the best night ever!”

All three of the girls went to raid the liquor cabinet, as well as the fridge, while their emaciated little charge, which they were supposed to watch over and care for, cried and convulsed all alone in the bathtub, covered in piss, cum, spit, and smeared make-up, and trying not to vomit all her guts out from the pain.

XxXxX

Less than a half-hour and several bottles of liquor later, Addie’s hopes that the three beautiful women had grown tired of torturing her and left her to wither alone in painful misery were dashed as the naked vixens stood above her in the tub, giggling and lightly groping each other while strange sloshing noises could be heard from their intestines.

“Hehe! Fuck Emily, you weren’t kidding! Whatever that shit was, it’s going through me like fire or something!” said Trisha, who was already getting a bit tipsy.

“Let’s hope it burns her ugly fucking face like fire!” said Miranda.

“Is everything ready?”

Trisha squatted down and once again laid the still-soaked undies across Addies face, securing it with duct-tape, but making sure not to tape over the mouth. She used a binder-clip to SNAP the girl’s nose closed.

“That should do it! Just be careful, ‘cause they like to struggle like worms! Hehe!”

Emily and Trisha each stepped on one of the girl’s wrists with their high-heels, holding her firmly down on either side of Miranda, who stood directly over her face and used her high-heel to firmly hold down the little piss-slut’s fore-head, while her other heel none-too-gently scrapped against the small, raw and bruised ass that she had beaten earlier while riding her face.

Then, all together, the three released their rivers of golden nectar right over the girl’s underwear-covered mouth! Poor little defenseless Addie tried in vain like the childish, pathetic idiot she was to fight back against the superior, stronger, sexier women, but obviously to no avail. She began to choke and cough and sputter! She tried to close her mouth but it was held open by the tape. She was sure they were trying to drown her! She was going to die by drowning in her babysitters’ piss! She couldn’t believe that she was stupid enough to have ever trusted them!

Just a few feet above her, the mood was completely different as the beautiful women laughed merrily and drunkenly at their prey’s miserable pain and feeble efforts to live. The laughter was occasionally broken by the sounds of passionate kissing, or the moans of pleasure from the soft caresses and groping amongst the temptresses, who would also periodically aim each other’s piss streams over the drowning girl’s sobbing face.

Addie wondered if the last thing she would see before she died would be the happy, laughing faces of her stunning, lesbian, pedophile, rapist, tormentors.

…Then Trisha teasingly aimed Miranda’s piss-stream up slightly by just a few inches and Addie’s eyes were forced shut by the acridic ambrosia, before it moved back to her mouth again. In a way, it was almost a relief…thinking that she might die blind rather than seeing the joyful faces of the evil vixens as they took pleasure in the fact that they had finished her off with nothing more than their bodily wastes.

“Okay guys, let up a bit,” giggled Trisha. “She needs to breathe deep for just a few seconds.”

Addie gasped for breath and her vision suddenly cleared (though it still stung horribly), and she was once again faced with the vision of the women’s beautiful, but cruel, faces and their beautiful, but equally cruel asses…

“Okay, NOW!”

Before she was blinded and drowning yet again!

“HAHAHA! I’ve never had this much fun in the shower, even when I was pulling the entire football team!” laughed Trisha.

“It would be awesome if we really could drown her in a bathtub filled with piss,” said Miranda dreamily. “Her head held under by my high heels so my feet wouldn’t have to get wet with piss…watching her struggle for her dying breath while I added my own contribution to her bath…” she licked her lips, and was already mentally reminding herself, despite her mind’s slightly-drunken haze, to ask her daddy to look into getting a suite with a “special” whirlpool tub when they went back to their home country in just a few months.

“Who knew that using the toilet could be so much FUN?!” exclaimed Emily. “I’m going to do this every time I babysit from now on! I’ll never have to use the Adler’s toilet again because this little bitch will be my very own human piss-drinking toilet from now on! HAHAHAHA! Oh fuck, this must be what God made babies and little kids for; to pleasure and act as toilets for /real/ women like us! HAHAHA!”

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the streams of piss petered out and slowed to dribbling trickles.

“Shit, I’m almost out; I think I’ve only got a few dribbles left.”

“That’s okay,” said Trisha. “Have you ever heard of Chinese water torture? Or should I say…babysitting /piss/-torture?! HAHAHAHA!”

Emily, Miranda and Trisha laughed. Addie cried and prayed for it all to end. Her parents, far away in town, didn’t give her a second thought (though both /did/ have occasional flashbacks of Emily’s oh-so-delectable form).

And the universe, and the God Addie prayed to…didn’t give any thought to her suffering at all!

XxXxX

Afterwards, Emily decided that it was time to give Addie a proper bath, as it was getting late and her parents would be getting home in a few hours. The traumatized and weak girl hardly put up any resistance, just whimpering and cowling before the mighty female warriors that had rightfully conquered her and used her as their prisoner and plaything.

The three teenaged beauties gently and delicately washed the smeared make-up off of their sexy asses with wash-cloths and warm water, giggling all the while at their naughty and mischievous fun, as if it was an ordinary sleep-over game that teenaged girls regularly liked to indulge in. But just a few feet away, Addie floated in the tub, having been scrubbed harshly down by her laughing, baby-sitting bullies, was floating in the tub, which was filled with ice-cold water.

Emily and Trisha were so engrossed in wiping each other’s fine asses that they almost missed Miranda moving over to the tub and stepping on the little freezing water-rat’s face with her high-heel, and holding her under the water, nearly drowning her. Emily lightly chastised her friend, but she was also smiling the entire time and allowed her to continue until the bubbles stopped before reluctantly warning Miranda that it was time to let up.

Miranda sighed, “Yeah, well, my foot was starting to get cold and wet anyway. And I guess it’s not worth this brat’s worthless life to ruin my designer high-heeled shoes anyway.”

Eventually Emily grabbed the half-drowned-rat out of the tub painfully by her hair and deposited her onto a towel on the floor…not that they let her dry off with the towel…they were just worried about the floor getting wet, not the fact that the little brat was soaked and nearly shivering to death! HA!

Miranda took delight in lightly kicking the bilge-rat and pretending that she was going to STOMP on her. Trisha, for once, was actually a little bit worried.

“Maybe we should get her to back to bed now? If this keeps up she might end up getting sick or something, and then her parents would blame it on you Emily.”

“Nah, the little fucker gets sick a lot, and half the time, it’s not even because of me…probably. Just so long as there are no marks or she doesn’t end up in the hospital, it’s fine. Besides, I promised her parents that after she was washed up, that I’d make sure she brushed her teeth before she went to bed.”

Emily reached for an electric toothbrush, kept on the rim of the sink. Smiling wickedly at her lovers, she blatantly shoved the brush right up her cunt and turned on the vibrating head.

“Hahahaohhehe! Oh shit, yeah! Hehehe! Those bristles tickle! Haha-mmm! So much-oohhhaaahaha-better than a dildo! Hehe! So much finer! So sublime! Hahhehe! Gawd, I wished brushing was this much-mmmbahahaha!-fun when I was-hehe!-a kid!”

After quickly cumming to orgasm and covering the bristles with a thick layer of girl-cum, she handed the brush over to Trisha.

“Oh shit! Hehehe!” laughed the black teen. “Why didn’t I think of this before?! Bahahmmm-it tickles! You always come up with the best ideas, Emily! OH FUCK, HAHAHA-CUM-HAHA-MMINGGG!”

Surprisingly, it was Miranda who was the most responsive to the titillating toothbrush. For a woman who was so used to taking it rough, forceful, and nasty, the effect of the gently vibrating and rotating bristles had her seemingly /melting/. Emily and Trisha watched in shock as their friend’s eyes went wide, her muscles went limp, and she /collapsed/ on the floor! She rolled around in sheer ecstasy, practically /purring/ and moaning in delight and laughing; and not the evil, wicked, or malicious type of laughter they were so used to hearing from her, but honest-to-goodness, cracking-up laughter!

“Haha! Haha....HAHAHAAHAHA! OOOH FUUUUUUCK! HAHA! FUCK! FUCK! HAHAHA! FUCK! YEEEES!!”

“Is she…okay?” asked Emily as she watched her friend whither on the floor.

“Shit, she reminds me of my cat when it’s gotten a whiff of cat-nit! She’s gone bonkers! Just look at her!”

Miranda nearly ROLLED over the shivering and terrified Addie as she withered in euphoric rapture!

“How can such a small set of gently vibrating bristles stimulate a cunt that’s as strong and as big as hers like /that/? I’ve seen her break bottles with that thing, /literally/!”

“I guess she’s just not used to being stimulated so gently or so exquisitely? Damn, I think she’s becoming addicted after just a few seconds!”

“MMMM, SO GOOODDD! HAHAHEHEHE! BETTER-MMMHA!-THAN DRUGS! OH! SHITFUCKINGSHITCUMMINNGGGGOHHHH!”

Miranda’s orgasm was so powerful that it practically EXPLODED out! Neither of her friends had ever seen anything like it! It was by far the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced!

…Much to the misfortune of defenseless little Addie, who was right in the line of fire of Miranda’s bodacious ass!

“Shit! Miranda, we just got through cleaning the little bitch!”

But Miranda was too euphoric to care, moving the now completely cum-coated toothbrush from her cunt and straight up her ASS!

“MMMM! Never cummed from my ass before, no matter how big the cock. Such a little toothbrush though, hehehe!” she babbled half-incoherently.

“Well…looks like that’s one toothbrush we’ll never be seeing again.” Said Trisha as Emily could only nod in agreement and astonishment.

But after several more mind-blowing orgasms (Emily had tried to get the toothbrush away from her, but Miranda growled and nearly smacked her when she did), Miranda suddenly and viciously pulled the toothbrush from her ass and then thrusted it into Trisha’s hands before turning around and GRABBING Addie’s sobbing face from behind, JAMMING her fingers into the girl’s mouth and PULLING back on her cheeks to reveal a forced-open wide mouth filled with baby-teeth (minus a few that had been “accidentally” dislodged during Emily’s previous babysitting escapades and were slowly coming in with new, adult teeth).

“FUCK HER MOUTH!” /roared/ Miranda. “FUCK HER WHORE-MOUTH WITH THAT WONDERFUL, BRISTLY, DILDO! SMEAR MY CUM ALL OVER HER TEETH! I WANT HER TO REMEMBER THE TASTE FOR THE REST OF HER PATHETIC LIFE!”

“Yeah!” shouted Emily as she frigged herself, getting excited and into the act, “Time to make those pearly-whites really /shine/! There’s no better tooth-whitening bleach for a defenseless little girl than a grown woman’s CUM!”

“Just needs a little extra something…ah, that’s it! Can’t forget the “floss” now, can we?” smiled Trisha wickedly as she took some of her loose pubes and cunt hairs and mixed it in with the slimy cum-flavored “toothpaste”.

The other two gleefully joined in, and the toothbrush’s “bristle-count” quickly doubled.

“Hope she doesn’t get a hair-ball,” giggled Emily as she started up the toothbrush and harshly brushed the crying girl’s mouth. She pushed and shoved so hard that Addie’s gums were bleeding generously. Saliva, mixed with cum and blood and laced with cunt-hair, foamed in her mouth and dribbled down her cheeks and chin. The mixed sounds of choking sobs and the vibrating brush were music to the sexy sadists’ ears.

And when Emily started brushing the girl’s wriggling tongue, she really /did/ start hacking up hairballs!

When they were done, Addie was too weak to move, and would’ve vomited all over the floor had Emily not, in a well-practiced move, strongly grasped the little bitch’s throat and coaxed the vile back down.

“As much I would love to “clean” you up with another bath, probably in the /toilet/ this time,” said Emily, “your parents will be home soon. So what do you say we tuck you in and give you a little bed-time story?”

She laughed as she dragged the girl back to her room by her hair, with her lovers following close behind (Trisha having to actually help pull Miranda up because her normally muscular legs were like jelly after her experience with the toothbrush).

“Come on girls! And bring the booze! We’re going to need it to make sure poor wittle Addie gets to sleep in a way that a helpless, weak, feeble, little girl like her deserves! HAHAHA!”

XxXxX

The sheets were still soaking wet (and so was Addie) when Emily forcibly TOSSED her into the bed and tucked the moist sheets and covers over her. Then she climbed up on the bed and urged her lovers to do the same. Standing over the helpless little seven-year-old girl that they were supposed to be nurturing and protecting, they smiled maliciously and laughed cruelly as they began PISSING over her again, even while drinking their (or rather, the Adler’s) booze to replenish their fluids even as they relieved themselves.

“Won’t her parents be mad at you when they see the sheets?”

“Nah, the piss will cover up the smell of the cum and they’ll just think that she wet the bed. After all, she does it every time I babysit her, HA! In fact, from what her parents tell me, the little bed-wetter has started to actually /really/ wet the bed, even when I’m not here! I guess I’ve scarred and scared the little shit so much that she’s been having bed-wetting nightmares about me! Hehe!”

“It must be so hard though,” commented Miranda somewhat tiredly as her piss stream slowly tapered off first (having spent so much of her bodily fluids already), “being able to go so far, time and time again, with such a small, sacrificial weakling, and yet not being able to go all the way and feel the /ultimate/ thrill of having her DIE under your ass like the worm she is!”

Trisha laughed, “That’s funny; I thought /your/ idea of an “ultimate thrill” was making love to that toothbrush!”

Miranda punched her laughing friends on their shoulders, but there wasn’t much energy in it.

“Oh, I don’t know,” said Emily, “I kinda like the thought that every time I babysit her that I’m slowly scarring her emotionally, mentally, and psychologically more and more until she finally cracks and is past the point of any help. It’s like the ultimate death, in a way, except I’m killing her bit-by-bit, agonizingly slowly and painfully, over the course of the rest of her life, even when I’m gone and no longer babysitting her. Who knows, maybe she’ll eventually turn into some retarded vegetable that can barely move or that jumps at every little thing because she’s so scared. Then her parents will finally dump the little brat and put her in some fucking care-facility where she’ll be raped and abused by the staff.”

“Mmmm,” moaned Trisha, “I’d love to work at a place like that! But you know what I’ve learned from my dad, with him being a corrupt policeman and all, about what usually happens to little abused shits like her?”

Miranda and Emily shook their heads, and waited for the answer. Trisha smirked cruelly down at Addie, who was lying very still beneath the wet and putrid covers (though they didn’t know whether it was from genuine exhaustion or because she was just faking sleep because she hoped the tormentors would go away). Then, Trisha began to speak softly in a sing-song voice, as if telling the brat a bed-time story.

“Once upon a time, there was a smart and beautiful little fairy princess. She was innocent and kind and loved her family very much…” Emily and Miranda both giggled, guessing where their lover was headed with her tale. “…But her parents, the handsome king and the beautiful queen, though they also loved her, at least at first, didn’t really want to play with her, because the young fairy princess was just a weak little pathetic child and couldn’t play “grown-up” games. So they hired a group of beautiful maidens to babysit and watch after her.”

“Psshh! Maidens?” chuckled Miranda while Emily shushed her.

“But the maidens turned out to be sexy succubi; demons in female form who used their wiles and charms to seduce others. These smart and cunning demons pretended to dote and care for the little princess at first, lulling the parents and the stupid little princess into a sense of false security. But really, the hot succubi /hated/ the little weakling princess, because, much like the king and queen, they were adults too and thought, rightfully so, that pathetic little brats who were too stupid to play “adult” games weren’t much fun and were far inferior to them, /especially/ ones as tiny and weak as the little fairy princess. So you know what they did? They FORCED her to play their games, whether she wanted to or NOT! HAHA!”

Emily and Miranda laughed too, and the three “succubi” began to lovingly caress and fondle each other.

“They RAPED the stupid little princess and they BEAT her and SLAPPED her and SPANKED her and FORCED her to be their TOILET AND THEIR PERSONAL CUM-DUMP! HAHAHA! And you know what? One day, her royal parents found out what was going on! And do you know what happened when they did? How they ended up punishing the evil, sexy, female demons that had been abusing their precious, innocent, little princess?”

Trisha could tell that Addie’s breath had hitched! Ah-ha! So the little turd /was/ just feigning sleep and secretly listening-in after all!

“THEY DIDN’T CARE! HAHAHA! They had grown to love the evil, vile, babysitters so much that they decided that they’d much rather spend their time and money on them rather than some stupid, weak little bratty princess that couldn’t play their “grown-up” games unless she was forced to! SO THEY DISOWNED HER AND KICKED HER OUT ONTO THE STREETS! The former fairy princess lost her wings and became a homeless, penniless, prostitute who had to beg to have sex from filthy, vile, men and cruel women just so that she could earn enough moldy bread to survive off of! Meanwhile, the evil, wicked, and cruel female demons that had caused her so much pain and misery were adopted by her parents and got to live a life of luxury and greed inside the royal castle! But do you know what the /best/ part is?”

She paused for dramatic effect, and because all three of the buxom teens were building up to another orgasm.

“…When the little former fairy princess finally grew up, she became a beautiful woman, just as lovely and strong as the ones who had ruined her life. And can you guess what she did with her new-found strength and beauty?”

Trisha could barely make out little Addie opening her eyes just a fraction, hoping for the happy ending that inevitably came at the end of all fairy-tales.

“SHE USED HER STRENGTH AND SEXY BODY TO /RUIN AND ABUSE/ LITTLE BRATS JUST LIKE THE DEMONS HAD DONE TO HER! HAHAHA!”

Addie cried aloud. It was her worst possible nightmare, even more so than the hellish experience of being abused by her sexy babysitters; the fear that she would eventually become just like them when she grew up!

“HAHA! /That’s/ what usually happens to abused child-whores like you!” Trisha shouted as she squirted cum on top of Addie’s crying face, followed by the others. “They turn into child-abusing pedophile rapists themselves!” She turned to Emily and Miranda, and kissed each one fiercely before continuing.

“My dad sees it happen all the time; nearly /all/ children who are sexually abused end up turning into child-molesters and rapists themselves; taking out their long-simmering feelings of weakness and helplessness from their childhoods on the only target weaker than themselves…innocent children that remind them of what they once were! They want to feel the strength and power that their sexual predators had over them; they want to take control of their lives and of their fears, and the only way to do that is by inflicting the same pain on children who were just as weak and helpless as them! It’s all just one big cycle! People feel sorry for the little abused snots, but they should really be afraid of them and /hate/ them, because when they finally grow up, they’re going to be evil too! Isn’t it wonderful? HAHAHA!”

“Shit, I’m glad I didn’t have to go through something like that when I was little,” said Emily. “Everybody always loved me and they were really kind and nice to me. I guess I just learned to like hurting weak little kids on my own. I lived a normal, happy childhood…but that doesn’t mean that I feel any regrets about making sure that this little bitch doesn’t! HA! Did you hear that, Addie? When you grow up, you’re going to hurt your own daughter and other children just like we’re hurting you!”

And for the first time in a while, little Addie finally had the courage to speak up…or rather, /scream/ up!

“N-NOOOO!”

But her cries only egged her tormentors on further, knowing that the more they hurt and emotionally scarred her, the more likely she was to eventually do the same to others.

And there was nothing HOTTER than the thought of another woman eventually joining the ranks of fun-loving, child-abusing, rapists…and with /them/ being the cause!

“HAHHAHAA!”

“HAHAHA!

“OHAHAHAHA!”

And the cries of the innocent, defenseless, seven-year-old girl, who had never done any harm to anyone, were silenced as the three glorious, cumming, asses, belonging to the sexy, beautiful, older teens who were supposed to be her role models and care-takers, descended on her once again.

Just like how her own future ass would eventually descend on some little twerp in a twisted role-reversal where Addie would try to unsuccessfully overcome her own fears of weakness and helplessness by abusing other children in the same way she had once been abused.

So as it turns out, Emily, Trisha, and Miranda /were/ good role models after all! HAHAHA!

XxXxX

Later that night (or rather, very early that morning), an exhausted Mrs. Adler had finally collapsed into bed. As if the awards dinner and charity auction hadn’t been tiring enough, she and her husband had come to home to find that their daughter had been giving the babysitter trouble, /again/! Mrs. Adler just couldn’t, for the likes of her, figure out why their once-darling little girl had slowly been turning into such a petulant little cry-baby of a monster recently. The little girl just seemed to absolutely /hate/ that dear, sweet, Emily for some reason.

The little snot begged and pleaded for her to never babysit again. She even made up stories that Emily was a demon from Hell that had abused a fairy princess and that she brought two female friends over who were also demons in disguise, and that the three of them had nearly drowned her in the tub and done unspeakable things to her and cast a spell that was going to turn her into a demon just like them when she grew up! Ha! What stupid childish nonsense!

It was clear that good ol’ Emily had done her best to try and keep Addie under control. The kind, understanding babysitter was clearly exhausted and flushed from having to run after that little brat all night. But the bathroom was still an utter mess! And her bedroom was a calamity! Her sheets were soiled through and would have to be replaced. It was clear she had moved from beyond simple bed-wetting and was now just openly using her bed as a toilet to try and get a rise out of Emily. Thank goodness that the beautiful teen was so patient and understanding! She just shrugged Addie’s baseless lies right off, as well she should.

But Mr. Adler, her husband, wasn’t so forgiving (of which, she had to secretly admit, she was proud). He had given their daughter one HELL of a whooping when they saw her room! Of course, they had given Emily permission to spank and discipline Addie, and it was obvious from the slight bruises on the little girl’s ass that she had already done so earlier that night, but /nothing/ in comparison to what her husband had done! In an extreme (and very alluring) act of masculinity and strength, he had BEATEN their daughter’s hide RAW to the point of bleeding! She had to admit, she actually found herself a little, well, /aroused/ at the sight! And judging from the way Emily was subtly licking her lips, the teenager was too. Not that Mrs. Adler blamed her or was jealous in any way. In fact, both she and her husband insisted that Emily be allowed to spank their daughter /again/, even after Addie’s little bum had started bleeding!

Of course, Mrs. Adler couldn’t blame the teen’s enthusiasm, given the frustration their daughter must have put her through that night. Frankly, it was such a surprise that Emily agreed to continue babysitting their increasingly bratty daughter in the future. Naturally, they had agreed that she deserved a big increase in pay for her troubles. A nice teenage girl like her could certainly use more money these days. Emily had looked positively delighted when she heard that! And /especially/ when they had told her about how their boss had announced at the awards ceremony the surprise promotion of both her husband and herself and how they would need the babysitter’s services several nights a week from now on.

Yes, Emily certainly was positively glowing when she heard that! She must certainly have wanted the money. She even said that she could recommend some of her friends to help out! So thoughtful, that Emily! Addie, however, had just trembled and whimpered with fear when she heard the news. Well, serves her right! Sooner or later, their daughter would have to learn that her parents needed to work hard to earn the money that they used to provide for her, and that meant they wouldn’t be always be around to coddle her like she wanted.

If only she could take more after Emily. The teen seemed very adamant that she was /certain/ that Addie would eventually grow up to be /just like her/. For some reason, that seemed to frighten Addie most of all. But what could possibly be wrong with growing up to become a smart, attractive and strong woman like Emily and her friends?

“Hey hon?” called out her husband from the bathroom. “Have you seen our electric toothbrush? I can’t seem to find it anywhere?”

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