WHEN CONNIE CAME TO BABYSIT

BY RANDOM PERSON

[ part 1 ]

The Talbots and the Johnsons had always been friends. They were always doing things together and going to each other’s houses. Jennifer, the Johnson’s daughter, was 6 and Connie, the Talbot’s daughter, was 14. They didn’t get along very well, but Connie had started being nice because she wanted to earn more money for babysitting. Sure enough, Mrs. Johnson won two two-day spa hotel tickets and invited Mrs. Talbot to use the second ticket. But Mr. Johnson had to go to a business meeting one night. Being friends, he asked if Connie could baby-sit that night. Connie accepted.

When that night came around, Connie walked over and went to Mr. Johnson. He would probably be home by seven, but of course, nobody else needed to know that.

“I’ll need you to watch Jennifer until ten.” He told her.

“Okee-doke. I charge four dollars an hour, is that okay?”

“Sure. I’ll pay you when I get back.” With that, he left Connie and Jennifer alone.

“Okay, listen up,” Connie started, “you stay out of my way, I stay out of yours, I tell you parents you were very good, you do the same, I get paid and then it’s over. Got that?”

“Nope. You do everything I say or else I tell Daddy you were mean and awful. Kay?”

Connie glared at her. After a few seconds hesitation, she replied “fine”.

“Good. First, go make me some food. Good food, not that disgusting casserole that Daddy left.”

Connie got some macaroni, not wanting her great babysitting reputation scratched or even worse, her parents not allowing her to continue thus cutting off her income. She finished it a called Jennifer, who was currently watching cartoons, to come and eat.

“Come bring it up to me, NOW!” Came Jennifer’s reply from upstairs.

“No way! I’m not your servant!”

“Hmmm, I thought we had an agreement. You do what I say, or else. Do you want me to call Daddy over? He’ll be very angry for having his meeting disturbed. Wordlessly, Connie came up to her with her dinner. “I thought so.” came Jennifer’s voice.

After nearly three hours at about ten to six, Jennifer was satisfied with Connie’s service and told her she could take a break. Connie had nothing to do, so she went exploring the house. She checked out all the rooms of the house and found nothing of interest. When she got to the basement however, that decision changed. At first glance, it looked like a normal basement guest room, but when she opened on of the many closets, it would most definitely not be considered normal. There were lots and lots of rope and some sex toys. Connie had no idea what the toys were for because she went to an all girl Catholic school and wouldn’t be having any form of sexual education, besides the assembly about getting her period, until the next year. She opened another closet and found pictures of other teenage girls her age tied up and looking distressed. She gasped while her watch beeped, announcing that it was seven o’clock.

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Henry, Mr. Johnson, was driving home, thinking about what to do to Connie. How would he tie her up? What would he use? He would know, as soon as he saw her in his basement and held the materials next to her. He thought about how she would look, full of pain and fear, when he tied her up. He imagined the tears on her little fourteen-year-old face. Oh, how much he wanted her. He almost ran into a tree by the time he realized he was still in his car and was driving. He saw the familiar intersection that would lead to his house and finally arrived at his house. He walked up to his house and got some chloroform from the back of his pantry so he could put his daughter to sleep before he got Connie. He found Jennifer watching TV in her room and asked where Connie was. She shrugged and went back to her TV. He jumped behind her and put the cloth up to her face before she could realize what was happening. She struggled a little before her little body went limp. Henry placed his daughter on her bed and tucked her in. The grandfather clock by the door chimed seven times. He checked almost all the rooms until there was only one left. He smiled to himself knowing where she had to be. He walked over to the soundproofed basement door and opened it as quietly as he could. He saw Connie staring in horror at some of the pictures he had taken of past babysitters.

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Connie was still staring at the pictures, too terrified to notice Mr. Johnson creeping down the stairs to just inches away from her. She decided to close the closet, go back upstairs and pretend it never happened. She closed the closet, but just as she was turning in the opposite direction of Mr. Johnson, she felt a hand grab her shoulder and hear a familiar voice say “Not so fast, Connie.”

She instantly realized who it was and stiffened in fear. What was going to happen? The hand disappeared. Connie was still too scared to move and heard something being opened and then the sound of something metal being dragged across the concrete of the basement. Before she came out of her shock, the hands came back and pushed her into a metal bar and then a metal chink sounded and she realized she was in a cage. She had landed on her bottom when she was shoved into the cage and without looking up, tried to stand up. It was hardly possible for her to hit her head because there was hardly enough room for herself. She could barely move in this perfect sized cage.

She noticed it was the voice she had thought it was- Mr. Johnson. He was rummaging through a large box, looking for something. He apparently found what he was looking for- a very long stretch on black plastic looking rope. He closed the lid, and walked over to Connie, grinning widely at her. Her breath was coming in short gasps at the fear of this man and what he could do to her. He unlocked her cage and roughly pulled her out. He ordered her to lie on the guest bed with her stomach up.

Paralyzed with fear, as soon as she took a step, her knees buckled beneath her and she collapsed.

“Get back up right now!” Mr. Johnson ordered.

She tried to get up, but to no avail. She was too weak and scared to get back up.

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Henry smiled at an excuse to punish her. “Get on the bed or else!” he shouted at her.

He happily watched as the girl tried to get back up, in fear of what could happen. She eventually managed to get on the bed, face up. Henry ordered her to put her arms up. Connie tried to put them up, but she could only get them a few inches above herself. Henry seized her wrists yanked them up so she sat up in the bed and put them behind her back. He tied her elbows together, making her squirm and whimper a little, and coiled the rope down to her wrists so her entire forearms were not visible behind the rope. Tears fell down her face, unknowingly making him more aroused.

Moving around her shoulders, trying to make them more comfortable or trying to get free, Henry could tell she was in terror. He picked her up and wrapped some more rope around her very tiny waist and then used the rest of the rope going up to a hook on the ceiling and suspending her up inches above the ground. She writhed around, trying to escape her position in bondage. Her clothes needed to come off, Henry observed.

He ripped off her uniform blouse, exposing her perfectly shaped upper body. The ropes around her waist had become looser, giving her more room to squirm, but also making it more painful for her. Henry allowed himself to gaze at her thin waist, her small fourteen-year-old breasts covered by a white, cotton training bra.

He then moved to her skirt, navy blue and pleated. He pulled it down, exposing her white cotton panties that matched her bra. They showed a bump where her vagina lay, untouched and perfect. On her backside, her cute little butt called to him for a spanking. Henry took two more pieces of rope to tie her legs with. He made a knot around her right ankle and let a stretch of it out before he tied it to the hook she was suspended by. Her right leg was at a ninety-degree angle to her left leg. He did the same to the left leg as she cried out, not flexible enough to do the spits that her legs were doing. He smiled at her now completely tear-streaked face.

“The torture hasn’t even started, little girl, you have had nothing to cry about yet.” She screamed in agony, which Henry knew was for the thought of worse pain. “It hasn’t begun at all.”