Perverts 'R' Us

Baby Sitter

By Perverse Verberations ( f/b, bondage, cbt, f/dom, hum, sad, spank, tort, viol )

Note: All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious. Send Feedback to: perverse_verberations@hotmail.com

The doorbell rings and my mother answers it. It's my new babysitter.

"Oh, hello!" my mother greets her warmly, ushering her inside.

"Hello, ma'am," the young woman responds respectfully. "And this must be the young man I'm to watch tonight?" she asks, as she peers around my mother's body. I'm standing slightly behind her.

"Yes, it is," my mother responds and grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me out to stand between them. "Come on. Say hello to the nice girl," Mom tells me.

"Uh, hello," I say shyly and begin to blush. I watch the babysitter get a big smile.

"Oh, we'll have a grand time tonight!" she says cheerfully.

I'm dismissed and I head up to my room.

"Don't mind him. He's just bashful." I hear my mother tell the babysitter.

"Oh, that's OK. I'm sure we'll..." I don't hear anymore of the conversation, as I enter my room and shut the door.

A short time later my mom knocks on the door and enters.

"So, what do you think of her?" she asks me seriously.

"Uh, she's OK. I guess," I mumble.

"If you're not comfortable with her I'll cancel my date..."

"Na. It's OK. I'll be fine, Mom," I tell her.

She gets a bright smile. "OK, champ. Now, you mind her and be sure to brush and get to bed at a decent time..."

"I KNOW, mom. Sheesh," I sigh in exasperation.

She only smiles and then leans down over my bed to kiss me on the forehead.

"Ah, come on, mom. I'm too old for that," I tell her poutingly.

"You're only seven young man. You're NOT too old for your mother to show affection. Especially with no one around!" she laughs.

Soon, I hear mom going out the door and I'm left alone. Well, not alone but it feels that way.

Sometime later I hear the babysitter calling me downstairs. I get up to see what she wants. I come walking into the living room. I get a bit of a shock. She's taken off her jacket and I see that she is in nothing but a loose sleeveless tee that is cut down the middle top part to make a V-shape. She's crouched and bent over looking around the television, allowing me a view through an arm opening. I can see that she has on no bra like my mommy wears, because I can see the full side of a booby. I can also see that she has a few hairs in her pit and I look at it in wonder...

"Where is the remote for the television?" she asks sweetly and turns to me.

I walk over to the coffee table and open the drawer.

"Mom likes to keep it here."

"Oh, ok," she says with a smile.

She turns toward me and just before she stands I get a glimpse up her skirt! I get to see her white big girl-panties! She walks over to me, takes the remote and then sits on the couch.

"Here, have a seat next to me," she says kindly and pats the area next to her.

I do this. I sit and then she puts an arm around me, as she clicks on the television. I can feel the side of her boobie pressing up against me! It's so soft and warm. Yet, strangely firm too. We begin to watch a program, though I'm too nervous to really pay attention. After just a little bit, she begins to click through the stations and then gets bored. Suddenly, she turns toward me.

"Let's play a cool game!" She tells me excitedly.

"Ok," I respond hesitatingly. "What's it called?"

"I call it 'interrogator'," she responds.

"What's a in... int...?" I try to ask.

"Oh, you'll see. First, we need to take off your shirt." She says and reaches out toward me and starts to tug off my tee.

"Uh, I don't want to," I say shyly, stopping her.

"Well. We can't play the game then. Besides, I bet you run around all the time without a shirt so what's the big deal?" she tells me reasonably.

I shrug. I then lift my arms up so she can pull it off.

She lifts my shirt off over my head. "Oh, you've got such a nice little chest." She says sweetly.

I blush.

"Now, we need to put you into a chair..." she says. "Stay here." She goes and gets a dinning table chair. She puts it in the middle of the room. Then she comes over to me, grabs my wrist, pulls me up and then she leads me over to the chair and sets me on it. Next, she goes to her bag, which is on the side of the couch, and brings it over. Now, she pulls out some cord that has loops and tries to pull my wrists back behind the chair. I resist.

"What are you going to do?" I ask her a bit frighteningly.

"Just part of the game. It'll be fun. Honest. You're not a little scaredy cat are you?" she chides playfully.

"No," I say softly and relax my arms.

She then pulls my hands behind my back. Then she takes the cord and puts my hands through the loops.

"What are you doing?" I ask nervously once more.

"Not doing. Done," she says in a matter of fact tone, as I feel her pull the loops tightly around my wrists and then she ties this to the chair.

I now can't pull my arms free! I'm getting a bit scared. This seems so weird to me. Once she's done, she comes to stand in front of me. My arms are tied firmly behind me and are tied to the chair. I can't get up! I look up at her and she has a scary and mean expression.

"Now, tell us the code!" She screams.

I jerk and then begin to tear up. "Wh... what code?"

She sneers. "Ah, going to play it this way huh?" She leans down to my face. "Tell me the code, before I have to get physical," she says softly.

"I don't like this game. Let me go!" I shout.

Then, she slaps my face. "GAME! You think this is some sort of game?!"

My eyes are wide in shock. Mommy NEVER hits me. I then begin to sob.

"You were the best that the enemy could send? You're nothing but a cry baby!" She slaps my face again, on the other cheek. Both cheeks now sting.

"Stop!" I yell tearfully.

She then begins to slap my face and I try to avoid her slaps by lowering my head. The babysitter then grabs my hair and yanks my head up, tearing and pulling out a few hairs. "Tell me the code!"

SLAP!

"I don't know any code. Stop! Please!" I sniffle tearfully.

She slaps my face several times. "Hmm, you're tougher than I thought. This is all a ruse. Isn't it! You're crying is fake!"

"Stop!" I yell again.

"Not till I get what I want." She smiles and lets my hair go.

"There is no code. This is all some weird made up game!" I tell her. I try to reason. "So, stop it!"

Then, she quickly leans down towards me and punches me in the stomach. I have the air knocked out of me. After a couple seconds, I begin to gasp.

"Well?"

"Stop..." I gasp out.

She then proceeds to slap and punch me. After a bit she stops.

"Well?"

"I don't have a code!"

"You're tough. I have to give you that."

She then goes and gets another chair, set's it in front of me and sits staring at me.

"OK. You going to talk?"

I look at her, with wide red teary eyes.

"OK then. On to phase two." She shrugs.

"Phase two?"

She doesn't answer. She gets up and gets something else out of her bag. It's a thin looking stick. She then stands to the side of me.

"Last chance."

"I don't have a code. Stop this game. NOW!" I holler, sobbing.

"OK, have it your way."

She brings the stick crashing down across my legs. I scream out in pain and pull my legs up to my chest.

"Well?"

"Stop!" I weep.

Again, she hits me, this time across the shins. I cry out and drop my legs. Then, she brings the stick across my chest and tummy in two quick flicking strikes. I cry out Then it's my chest, legs, tummy and I loose track. Over and over...

I'm jerking in the chair.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!"

"The code!"

"Stop!"

Then, she quickly straddles and sits down on my lap. Her chest is right in front of me and I can clearly see her cleavage, as her chest heaves from her heavy breathing.

"I bet you're thirsty with all this balling you've been doing," she says. Then, she leans toward my ear and whispers, "If you don't start talking, I'm going to start doing some 'BALLING' myself," and she giggles. I look at her confusedly. "Whew! I don't know about you but I've worked up a sweat!"

She then wipes the back of her hand across her brow and then wipes it off on my face. Then she smiles wickedly and wipes at her hairy pits. This too she wipes across my face and I grimace. Then she runs her hands down over her body and boobies, causing them to stick to her thin moist tee-shirt and also pulling the shirt down to reveal more cleavage and her sweaty chest. I can see her boobs faintly showing through the shirt and I look at them wide eyed. She smiles and leans forward to stick them in my face. My mouth gapes open in surprise. I've never seen a woman act like this before nor have I seen boobies this close up.

"I could make your life so good," she breathes out. "Or..." She whacks my legs with the stick and I cry out. "...BAD!"

"Please, stop!" I cry, as I look at her boobies.

"You like them? You like my tits?" She then grabs my hair and pulls my head to the bared portion of her chest. She puts my head between her boobies and then she runs my face along her sweaty shirt and chest. She releases one hand from my hair. "Kiss them! Make them feel good!" WHACK! I cry out and begin to kiss. "Oh, yeah. That's it. Kiss them good. Lick the sweat off!"

I put little kisses all over her bared chest and lick the beads of sweat like I'm told. I even kiss her boobies through her sweaty shirt. She is now moaning and breathing hard.

"Yes. Kiss my nipples." I continue to kiss. "They certainly picked a strong agent. However, I WILL break you!" She pants. "Or... I will BREAK you!" Suddenly, she jumps up off me. "Enough of the games. You will talk, NOW!" she screams. I weep.

"Let me go..." I whimper.

"Very well, agent man. On to phase three!"

"Phase... three?" I ask timidly.

"No agent can last through phase three!" she loudly says and snickers. "I slapped and punched you a little. That didn't work. I used my switch and tried to allure you with my sensuality and that usually works. However, you've resisted me. But now, I'm having to resort to the most painful phase three of my interrogation techniques. It's time for me to work on your little... genitals," she whispers out in a conspiratorial tone.

She then crouches down in front of me and reaches out and grabs my shorts. She begins to pull them down.

"NO!" I yell.

She punches me in the stomach and I grunt out, my body and legs going limp. She then quickly pulls down my shorts. She snickers at me, sitting here in my underwear and then pulls them completely off. She tosses them to the side.

"Phase three has two parts. The first is just to show you what I can and will do to you if you don't talk. Now, spread your legs for me so I can get at your little cock and balls. I'm about to give you a real life experience. This will teach you that boys are weak and inferior to us girls!"

"NO!" I scream.

She then brings the switch cracking across my tummy and I cry out in agony. It's the hardest yet. The other hits left just little red marks but this one is already welting up.

"Spread... your... legs... NOW!" She screams. "Or I will put welts ALL over you!"

I quickly open my legs up. Smiling broadly, she kneels down between my legs and slowly moves a hand up to my groin. I look down at what she is doing.

"Time for some testicular torture!" She bends her middle finger and then flicks me in my pee-pee onto my two round thingies. I feel an aching pain and so I pull my legs up.

"Legs down!" She switches me several harsh times and I cry out on each hit. Finally, I do as told. "Wider, so I can thump your nuts good!"

She then proceeds to thump me in my 'nuts'. Over and over she does this. On each strike I grunt out in pain and jerk but manage to keep my legs open for her. This seems to go on forever and she seems to never tire of doing this to me. It's all a game to her!

"How do your nuts feel?" she asks softly.

"They hurt!" I wail. "Please, stop!"

"Not until you give me what I want."

"Please, stop this. Don't hurt me any more..." I whimper.

She only shakes her head sadly. Then she grabs at my privates and her fingers search out. Finally, she finds what she's looking for and she then grasps my nuts up into her finger tips. She pulls them down from my body...

"Wow! They're nothing more than little peas!" she giggles.

Then I experience the next worst pain in my young life, as she begins to squeeze and mash them. I pull my legs up and squeeze them around her cruel arm and I start to give off wracking sobs.

"Sssss...stop..." I rasp out.

"God! I love abusing balls!" she exclaims happily. "Especially tiny virginal ones like these! Now, drop your legs and spread them or I'll squeeze your tiny nuts till they POP!"

I quickly drop my legs. They were about to go limp anyways. I whimper and plead. All to no avail.

"I bet you never thought you could hurt like this. Just two tiny little orbs," she sighs out.

My legs are kicking out from my effort to keep them open for her. She continues to do this to me for awhile. I can feel my nuts rolling around between her crushing fingers.

"Well?" she finally asks. "Had enough?"

I nod my head fiercely and tears splatter around.

"Then the code."

I wail out in despair. She sighs out.

"Very well. You're tough. I'll have to go onto the next part of phase three. Bare contact with extreme pain...." She lets me go.

"No!" I then pull my legs up and together, squeezing them to my chest.

She switches me till I put my legs down and then she violently removes my underwear. My pee-pee is now lying on the hard wood chair and she is laughing at me. I look down and sob when I see my red swollen sack and nuts. Before my thingies couldn't be seen but now they are swollen and so easily found.

"What pathetic shit you have dangling between your legs," she comments. "Nasty little boy parts!" she laughs out loud. "All mine to hurt!"

Then, she proceeds to tie my ankles and knees to the chair so that my legs are spread wide, making me completely vulnerable. She kneels down in front of me. She reaches out and begins to run her index finger up and down my weenie.

"Time for a little cock torture," she says with a raspy sound voice and she smiles.

She takes the switch and hovers it over my 'cock'. She bends it back and lets it go. It makes a loud meaty smacking sound, as it lashes out onto the tip of my pee-pee. At first, I can't do anything. The pain is red hot and searing. Then, I scream and scream. I thought the welts hurt. I thought the 'testicular torture' was bad. This is far worse! After a bit, I quiet down to loud gasping sobs.

"Talk!"

I only sob. She then switches me again and it lands along the length of my pee-pee. I gasp and let out an even louder scream.

"Talk."

She takes careful aim and does it again but this one lands on one of my nuts.

"Nut crunch!" she laughs out loud.

The pain is just indescribable. I NEVER thought such agony existed. I holler and then my body begins to jerk and thrash. I try to bring my jerking legs together. She looks at me with complete amusement.

"Ouch. That one had to hurt. Huh?" She snickers. "Talk."

Switch. I scream. I try to avoid her but I have no where to go and she's good at hitting her target... targets!

"Talk."

Over and over.

"Fucking talk before one of them POPS! What do you think? Maybe if I hit a nut hard enough it'll POP! Or maybe I should just get up on the chair and STOMP down on them and CRUSH them! Course, with them held so close to your body I'll probably have to thumbtack them to the chair first!" She breaks out laughing.

"No... please... don't... crush... them..." I rasp out. My throat is raw and I can barely scream much less talk now.

"Yes. Yes! That's what I'm going to do! Make a whole new phase, just for you! Now, TALK!"

I don't know how much I endure, before I finally pass out. I then find myself in my bed, with my privates hurting. BAD! Then I feel them get grabbed up. Frigid fear courses through me.

"Not a word to anyone," a cold voice whispers in my ear. "If you do talk, I'll deny it. Then one day, when you don't expect it, I'll find you and rip it all OFF!" She evilly twists and tugs me to make her point. My bladder just about voids itself in my terror. "First though," she huskily says and I can hear the excitement in her voice, "I'll crush your nuts for fun." She is panting heavily now. "Then you can feel the awful, awful pain of losing your tiny ballies." She kisses me lightly on my cheek. "I'll also kill your mother," she whispers softly and cruelly.

Then she kisses me on the forehead and lets go of me, so she can sit up and look down at my trembling body. She is flushed and smiling happily, while excitedly licking at her lips.

"Your mom will be home soon," she tells me, as she crawls from my bed. She walks toward my door and tells me over her shoulder, "I can't wait till next time. I had SO much fun..." I can't help myself, I piss my bead.

She walks out and shuts my door. Before it shuts all the way I get to see the evil glint in her eye and a wicked smile playing over her moist lips. She has finally left me, leaving me to lie in my own puddle of fetid terror...

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