MERRILL, LITTLE TIMMY #2 & ANDREA

BY SCAVENGER

[ part 2 ]

Merrill stepped through the sliding door which led directly to Mrs. ________ kitchen, Little Timmy’s mommy, hoping she would have something ready to eat. Merrill smelled something really good.

“Well, hello, Merrill. Isn’t Andrea coming in to eat, too?”

“No, ma’am. I have her tied up next to Timmy in a hog tie, gagged and blindfolded. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Well, I don’t mind, but her mother might mind. Let me call her in here and you can explain to her.”

“OK,” replied Merrill nonchalantly, still naked.

In just a few minutes Andrea’s mommy came into the kitchen and was totally surprised by the little girl’s nudity. “Don’t you think you should put on some clothes?” she asked Merrill.

“Well, no. I run around naked at home all the time. And when I am here, Timmy is usually in a predicament, like he is now, and so I just automatically take off my clothes as well.”

“What do you mean he is ‘usually in a predicament’? And what do you mean ‘like now’?”

“Mrs. _________, doesn’t she know>“?

“No, I just never got around to telling her. She insisted on bringing Andrea over to play with Timmy.” She stopped and thought a moment. “Why don’t we have some lunch and then go out and see Timmy?”

“Where’s Andrea?” her mother asked.

“Oh, she’s have fun like Timmy is. We’ll show you after lunch, OK?”

“Well, I guess that would be all right.”

So they all sat down at the table, out of view of the two tied up children. Timmy’s mom deep-fried some chicken thighs, made some homemade Cole slaw and potato salad. Merrill never did figure out why all the restaurants always made specials with chicken. Not everyone liked chicken. And in fact, not everyone who liked chicken liked white meat. She always preferred dark meat, and often wondered why McDonald’sâ didn’t make their chicken nuggets with dark meat too. But she loved thighs, and she ate three of them. She ate a large portion of the slaw and potato salad as well. Timmy’s mom also made lime Kool-Aideâ. When she finished she excused herself so she could use the bathroom. The two women watched the Merrill’s cute little backside as she ran to the bathroom.

Melissa sat down and peed and pooped as well. She knew other words for it, but she liked “poop” the best. When she finished she first wiped her peehole, then wiped her little bottom. She got up off the stool, then ran some warm water. She got her hands wet with mild soap, and proceeded to wash herself in front, and in back, sticking a finger up inside her anus and pulling it out, washing off her finger, then repeated the procedure several times until her finger came out clear. She then used more warm watch to wash off the soap, then used more toilet tissue to dry herself off. It kind of fell apart until she got herself dry enough, then she could use it regular. She tossed it into the toilet and flushed again. She ran back into where the two women still sat, waiting on her.

“Well, Merrill,” said Timmy’s mother, “shall we show Andrea’s mom what we’ve been talking about?”

“Sure. Come this way,” and Merrill led them both out to where Timmy and Andrea were tied.

Andrea’s mom gasped in horror at seeing her little girl tied up, blindfolded and gagged. And gasped even more at seeing how Little Timmy was tied up.

“How dare you tied up my little girl like that? I should call the police on you,” said Andrea’s mom.

“She asked to be tied up,” said Merrill. “And I’ll prove it.” She went over to where Andrea still lay in her hog tie position. “I’m going to remove her gag, so she can tell you yourself.”

With Andrea’s gag pulled out, she could now talk. “Go ahead, Mrs. ________. Ask Andrea anything you want.”

“Andrea, dear, it’s Mommy. How did they make you do this, hmmm? Did she rip your clothes off, did she bend your arm back behind your back and threaten you?”

“No, mommy. Not at all. I asked to be tied up. I wanted to find out what it was like. And you know what, mommy? It feels absolutely wonderful. I want to be left this way until it’s time to go home, and I know you’re not ready to go home yet. You said you had errands to run. Well, go run them, and let Merrill play with me. She’s really good at it. In fact, her own brother ties her up. Right, Merrill?”

“Uh . . . yeah, Mrs. ________. As a matter of fact he does. I also have tied him up, but not as often. And you will notice that Little Timmy is cruelly tied up by his own mom.

“Well, I never . . .”

“No, Mrs. ________, you probably never have. Now, are you going to accede to your daughter’s wishes, or what?”

Mrs. ________ got down on her hands and knees and looked into her daughter’s face, even though she couldn’t see her eyes. “Do you really want to be tied up and remain this way for however long I’ll need to be gone?”

“Oh, yes, mommy, please. I ever so want to be left tied up!”

“Very well. I will leave her in your hands, Mrs. ________. So if anything happens to her, you will be directly responsible.”

“Would you like to put the gag back into your daughter’s mouth, Mrs. ________? I think she would like that.”

“Oh, yes! Please, mommy. I want you to gag me now! Really tight! I want you to be a part of this, too!”

Andrea’s mommy got behind Andrea’s head, and shoved the gag into her mouth. “Hiher, hohee. Hiher!”

“What did she just say?” asked her mother.

“She said, ‘Tighter, mommy. Tighter!’” said Merrill.

Andrea’s mom shoved harder until the ball passed her teeth, shoving her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. She then buckled it behind her head, pulling it even tighter than Merrill had.

“That was fun,” said Andrea’s mom. “You know, she looks really good all tied up.” She bent down and rolled her daughter over to her back, seeing her clamped nipples and bare cunt. “She is beautiful in ropes. Maybe, once in a while, I could tie her up at home. Maybe you could teach me how to do things to her, huh, Merrill?”

“I’d love to, “ said Merrill. “If you have time either now, or later, I will be glad to show you what can be done with a little girl’s body.”

“I tell you what. I do have to do a couple of things, but the rest on my list can wait. How about I come back in an hour and we see what we can do with her?”

“Perhaps Little Timmy as well,” said his mommy.

“Yes, perhaps him, as well.”

Andrea’s mommy left. Now it was just Timmy’s mommy, Merrill and Little Timmy.

“You know what, Merrill? I have a few things I need to do as well. Do you think you will be OK here with Timmy and Andrea by yourself?”

“Oh, sure,” Merrill replied with confidence. “Don’t worry. I can handle things.”

“Good, I will see you in about an hour, as well. OK?”

“Sure, no problem.”

She watched Timmy’s mom leave. She was now alone with the two tied up children, Andrea and Timmy.

“Now, what can I do to you two to have fun until your mother’s get back, hmmm?”

She first reached for Andrea . . .