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THE TREYS 1 (Mf, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
BY KENNA
[ part 1 ]
I'm the local babysitter and I'm in high demand, usually sitting five
nights a week. It pays pretty well, it keeps me busy, and I like to be
around kids. Mostly I babysit for some regulars, but once in a while I
get someone new. One of my regulars just got too old for a babysitter,
so I had openings. I got a call from the Hancocks, asking if I could sit
for them. I had never babysat for them, so I was looking forward to it.
Well, the Hancocks are local celebrities in our small town only because
the kids are triplets. Everybody wants to know how the "Treys" are
doing. The local paper dubbed them that and it stuck. There are two
boys, identical and very handsome, and one girl. Kyle and Keith are
really hard to tell apart. People used to ask if Kayla was an "identical
triplet", too, because she looks so much like the boys. But, obviously,
if she's not a boy, she's not identical. Still, the three of them are
have white blond hair, blue eyes, and about the same physique. Even at a
short distance it's sometimes hard to tell Kayla from her brothers. She
likes to tuck her long blond hair up under a baseball cap just for that
reason. At 11-years-old, the boys will start outgrowing Kayla and she'll
start to develop her own distinguishing, feminine characteristics. Their
mannerisms are very much alike and that adds to their similarities. All
in all, the Treys are very close and take delight in confusing everyone,
even their own parents.
When I arrived, I got to meet the Treys. Though I'd seen them around
town a lot and knew about them, I'd never actually met them. I was
surprised at how polite they were as they greeted me and made me feel at
home. Usually new kids have an attitude that borders on hostile when I
arrive; an attitude that I can quickly turn around. I'm a 16-year-old
girl and I've been described as pretty. I can adjust a young boy's
attitude just by giving him attention and being nice. Pretty soon I have
him wrapped around my little finger. Girls can be a little tougher, but
I usually win them over by being a friend and confidant, almost like a
co-conspirator in the war against boys and parents. Tonight it looked
like I was starting on the right foot and this wouldn't be a tough job
at all.
After the parents left, I sat down to read a chapter of History. When I
finished that, and all was quiet, I had a few chapters to read for
English Lit, but I thought I'd check on the Treys before I did that.
Quiet it was, but sometimes that can be bad, too. As I prowled through
the house, I finally checked the basement and heard voices coming up the
stairs. I walked down to see them and got quite a surprise. Kayla was
standing in profile to me with her hands cuffed behind her and she was
topless. She was quietly, but insistently pleading with her brothers to
let her go.
I immediately summed up the situation as the boys were taking advantage
of their sister. "What is going on here?" I demanded in my firmest tone.
"Give her back her shirt and let her go right now."
The boys just about jumped out of their skin at the sound of my voice.
Apparently they hadn't expected me to check on them if they were quiet.
Even Kayla started, but she relaxed when she saw me. I walked quickly
over to Kayla and stood in front of her, hugging her bare chest to me so
she wasn't on display for her brothers. I looked down at the cuffs on
her wrists and saw that they weren't toy cuffs that could be unfastened
with a lever. These needed a key. "OK, who's got the key?" I asked.
Kyle dug into his pocket and pulled out a small key. Sheepishly, he
approached and unlocked Kayla's cuffs. As she was freed, Kayla ran to
the sofa to retrieve her shirt. "Where did you get these?" I pointed at
the cuffs that were now in Keith's hands.
"From our dad's closet," said Keith. It was the first words any of them
had spoken since I'd come down to the basement. I wondered what Mr.
Hancock would be doing with handcuffs since I knew he wasn't a
policeman. My question must have been obvious, because Keith volunteered
an answer. "He uses them on our mom."
I blushed when Keith said that. That was a piece of information that I
didn't care to know. If Mr. and Mrs. Hancock liked to play games like
that, it was none of my business. Still, I was curious that the kids had
witnessed their parents doing bondage. From the position that Kayla had
been in, I surmised that not only had mom been wearing cuffs, but she
had been topless (or worse).
"That doesn't matter," I said. "You shouldn't be using them on Kayla.
Give me the key."
To my surprise, Kyle tossed the key across the room where it fell on the
carpet. I glared at him and walked over to pick it up. I heard and felt
Keith running up behind me. His hand reached out as if to grab the key
before I did, but I was quicker and got a hold of it first. At the same
time, Kyle was behind me and bumped me. That sent me off balance and I
caught myself with my hands to keep from falling on my face.
Suddenly, I realized that Keith wasn't trying to get the key. He snapped
the cuffs on my right wrist and pulled my hand out from under me. I felt
the weight of Kyle on my back as I went down to the floor, barely
cushioning myself with my left hand. Kayla jumped on me, too, as Kyle
pulled my left hand back and up, putting me in a hammerlock. I lay there
momentarily stunned, maybe two seconds, before I reacted, but by then,
the cuffs had been clicked in place on my left wrist and my hands were
trapped behind me. This was just the predicament Kayla had been in. As
that thought went through my head, I looked around for her and this was
the first time I realized she was sitting on me, helping her brothers to
hold me down. The whole thing had to have been carefully planned since
they had acted without saying a word, yet worked as a team to overpower
me. It even struck me that Kayla had been cuffed and topless just to put
me off guard.
With my hands behind me, I was pretty much at the mercy of the Treys, a
quality I soon found they had little of. Kyle pulled my arms up, getting
me to my knees, but he kept them up so that I was bent forward slightly
- just enough to keep me from getting my legs under me and standing. As
I got my wind and my wits back, I said, "Nice trick, guys. That worked
pretty well. What you gonna do with the babysitter now that you've got
her?" I tried to stay calm and play with them, rather than get upset.
After all, I still thought that this was just them testing me. I'd
passed many a babysitter test and shown the kids who was in charge. No
sense in sounding like a parent if all we were doing was fooling around.
"This," said Keith. He unbuttoned the top button of my blouse. I
struggled against Kyle's control, not really fighting against him, but
trying out my options. He responded by raising my arms higher. This time
it was high enough that it hurt and bent me over.
"Ouch," I said. "That's a bit rough. Don't you guys know you're supposed
to be nice to the babysitter? Remember, I'm the one that gets to decide
if you get dessert or not."
The Treys giggled and Keith said, "How you gonna do that like this?"
"Yeah," said Kayla. "We'll have dessert if we want and you can't stop us
now."
Now that sounded a little more serious than just teasing the babysitter.
Kyle let me halfway straighten up again, but it was only so Keith could
undo another button. I could look down and see my bra. "What are you
guys doing?" I asked, still trying to keep a calm voice. "Is this a game
or what?"
"It's a game," said Keith.
"Yeah, a game," said Kayla. "Squeeze the babysitter's boobies."
"OK," I said, not really meaning anything was OK, but meaning I
understood now. "That's enough." Keith reached for another button.
"Don't touch that button, young man," I said sternly. "The game is over.
The babysitter doesn't want to play this… hey, I said, don't… hey, I'm
gonna have to tell your parents." A third button was undone and he moved
quickly to the fourth button. "Stop that," I insisted, but I had no way
of enforcing my demand. As my fifth and last button was undone, I said,
"You three let me go at once. This isn't funny any more. Let me up. The
game is over."
Keith pulled my shirt apart, fully exposing my white bra. "Keith! Stop
it!" I yelled. So much for establishing control - I had none whatsoever
right now. It scared me to think how helpless they had made me and what
might happen next. They sure seemed to have a greater interest in sex
that I had at 11 years old. "Let me go right now or I'm telling your
parents!"
They ignored me. "I'll get it," said Kayla. She was referring to my bra
apparently, but Keith stopped her.
"I can do it," he said. "It's just like mom's."
Now that really got my attention. He stepped around me. Next thing I
knew, he pulled my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. Having
exposed my back, he fumbled with the catch of my bra strap. It didn't
take him long at all and I remembered the words - just like mom's. He
was acquainted with the process of removing a bra and apparently from
removing his mother's bra. My growing concern blossomed full out with
the realization that I probably had no way of stopping the Treys if
their parents found this to be acceptable behavior. Keith reached over
my shoulder and grabbed the front of my bra right between the two cups.
He lifted the bra off my breasts and pulled it up and over my head. In
seconds it was hanging uselessly behind me with my shirt. Keith walked
back in front of me and looked at my fully exposed tits. Beside me,
Kayla was an audience of one watching her two brothers control and strip
me. I blushed bright red as Keith whistled at me. Kayla giggled.
I squirmed under Keith's scrutiny, half disbelieving that I was topless
in front of an 11-year-old. My tits are a C-cup and I'm quite happy with
the way I look in a bikini. This was a far different experience and I
found it extremely uncomfortable. "Please," I said. "Don't do this to
me. Let me go now and I won't tell your parents. Please, just let me go."
I struggled anew as Keith put his hands out and rested them on my tits.
He reached under them, cupping them and used his thumbs to rub my
nipples. His touch made my nipples hard against my will. Gently he
kneaded the soft flesh of my breasts. He looked into my eyes and said,
"Naughty babysitter. You shouldn't show off your tits like this to us.
We're only 11." Kayla giggled again, but neither boy laughed.
Keith removed his hands and walked behind me. I could feel them
switching positions so that Keith had my arms now and Kyle walked around
in front of me. He repeated the process of fondling my tits. "Nice
tits," he said. "Mind if I suck on them?"
"Please, Kyle. Let me go," I said, trying to convince him since his
brother had been unwilling to listen. "Hey, no, don't… stay away from…
Kyle, I mean it… don't. Oohhh, Kyle. Please." He was on his knees with
my left nipple in his mouth and I could do nothing to stop him. His
touch felt good, but that wasn't the point. He had no right to be
touching me at all.
He stopped and looked at Kayla. "Where is it?" he asked her.
"What? The rag or the camera?"
"Well, both, Kayla. You were in charge of them. Get them."
"Upstairs. I left them upstairs," she said.
As she turned to go get the missing items, Kyle said, "Shirts." At that,
he whipped his shirt off. I watched Kayla out of the corner of my eye as
she did the same. The difference was that she had the beginnings of
little girl breasts, just gentle swells capped by little nipples. But,
she was a growing girl who was now topless like me. When Kyle held my
arms briefly, I assumed that Keith removed his shirt, too. The boys
acted like this was a fair trade - their shirts for our shirts, but they
weren't breaking a norm of society by exposing their chests to the girls.
Kayla left and returned quickly. Kyle took the camera from her and
snapped some photographs of me in my compromising position. "We'll use
these to show everyone how the naughty babysitter made us all take our
shirts off," he said. A chill went down my spine at the thought of that.
It was bad enough that they were taking pictures. But, if they tried to
use those pictures as evidence against me, it would really be their word
against mine. And I was supposed to be in charge. Even if I could
convince anyone I had been tricked and tied, I wouldn't ever get a
babysitting job again.
When Kyle was satisfied that he had enough pictures, he handed the
camera back to Kayla and took a white handkerchief from her. He held it
a few inches from his face and sniffed. "Whew," he said. "That's
strong." Then, he held the cloth against my face. I immediately caught a
strong chemical smell and tried to hold my breath. I squirmed as hard as
I could. Keith's hold on my arms brought tears to my eyes as my
shoulders ached. There was no way I could get away from the rag. The
last thing I remember was the thought that I hoped the rag didn't smell
as bad as I thought it would. I don't remember if it smelled or not.
When I woke up, I was in a more dire predicament than before, but it
took me a while to figure that out. At first, I woke up on my stomach
and raised my head groggily to look around. I saw feet to my right and
to my left. Directly in front of me was a small figure. I had difficulty
focusing on the figure that was just a few feet from me. When I tried to
get up, I found I couldn't. I took several deep breaths and felt my head
clear. I looked forward again and made out the figure of Kayla. She was
lying on her stomach. Her hands were tied together and her elbows were
also. It looked quite painful. Her ankles and knees were tied together
and her feet were tied to her hands. She was hog-tied and immobilized.
On top of all that, she had a red rubber ball in her mouth and she was
drooling on the carpet in front of her.
I felt sorry for Kayla and wished I could do something to help her.
Moving was out of the question and even talking was impossible. I
thought back to the rag over my mouth and wondered what had been on the
rag that made me pass out and now had me paralyzed. But, the ache in my
shoulders told me that there was more to this than just being unable to
move. I realized that my hands and arms were tied just like Kayla's
hands and arms. When it occurred to me that she was positioned in front
of me so I could see exactly how I was tied, it suddenly all made sense.
I was hog-tied, too! When I looked down at the carpet in front of me, I
saw my own puddle of drool.
When I shook my head to clear it, I found that was a mistake. It only
made me more aware of the aches in my joints and of the contact between
my nude body and the floor. I was resting on my tits, hips, and thighs.
There was a chill across my bare ass and back, making me very aware of
my nudity and my precarious, helpless position. I looked up from the
feet to my right to see one of the boys standing there. He was naked,
stroking his small, hard cock. The two boys had been dressed
differently, but now with no clothes I couldn't tell them apart. The
other was to my left, equally aroused.
"Ah, the babysitter is awake," said one of them. "The naughty, naked
babysitter is awake," said the other. Pictures from a Polaroid camera
were placed in front of me. In the pictures I was untied with my face in
the bare crotches of the boys and Kayla. In most of them it was obvious
that I was passed out. But, there were a couple where you could tell it
was me, but not that I was totally out of it. The boys made no comment
about the pictures. They pretty much spoke for themselves. The implied
threat was that they had pictures of me doing naughty things to little
kids. Who they might show those pictures to, I wondered. I simply
assumed that the pictures were to buy my cooperation.
"Do you want untied?"
I nodded my head and tried to say something.
"What will you do to earn your freedom?"
It was a rhetorical question because I couldn't possibly answer. I
waited to hear what I would do. I was helplessly tied, gagged, and
blackmailed. I would do whatever two nasty little boys could think of.
The answer was apparently a demonstration. One of them sat down in front
of Kayla and removed her gag. He pulled her head into his lap. When her
head started bobbing up and down, I knew exactly what the little girl
was doing to her brother. I learned who was who when Keith sat down in
front of me and said, "You'll do what Kayla is doing to Kyle, won't you,
babysitter? You'll give me a blowjob, won't you, babysitter?"
I nodded my head. It wasn't that I wanted to do that to an 11-year-old
boy against my will or to anyone for that matter. But, I clearly had no
option but to suck his cock. My predicament took any fight out of me
that I might have had. I just wanted to do what needed to be done to get
free. Keith undid my gag as I watched his cock bounce between his legs,
just inches from my face. With my mouth finally freed, the first thing I
did was to swallow all my spit to stop my drooling. Then, I opened my
mouth for Keith. I've given blowjobs before. I'd done it for a couple of
my boyfriends. I'd also learned how to suck cock from one of the dad's
that I babysat for. He'd pressured me into it when driving me home after
I'd sat for his kids. That was the last time I sat for them. They never
called back and I was embarrassed to think that I'd been blacklisted
because he'd confessed to his wife. Maybe he just had a guilty conscience.
Keith held his position, his cock about six inches from me. I waited for
several seconds with my mouth open and then looked up at his face. He
was waiting, watching. As soon as I looked up at him and saw his smile,
I thought he was further embarrassing me by making me crawl to his cock.
But, instead, he said, "Ask for it."
"Ask for it?" I repeated, not understanding at first. The light went on
in my head as soon as I said that. "Move it closer," I said. "I can't
reach it."
His shoulders slumped in disappointment and disapproval. "First, was
that a question? No, I don't think so. I said ask for it, you stupid
bitch. Second, make it sound like a question from my naughty babysitter."
The words stupid bitch stung me like a slap across the face. For such a
young boy he had a very commanding tone and I smarted not only from his
words, but also from his disdain. The longer it took to suck his cock,
the longer I would be tied up. He hadn't said it, but he wanted me to
beg. He wanted me to beg him using dirty words - like a naughty
babysitter would. "Please, Keith. May I suck your cock?" I watched his
face for approval. He made no sign. "Please, let me have your hard cock
in my mouth, Keith." Damn, that wasn't a question I realized as soon as
I said it. "Please, Keith, will you please put your cock in my mouth so
I can suck it? May I give you a blowjob?"
He answered by scooting his body to me, placing his cock in reach of my
mouth. I leaned my head forward and took his cock between my lips. As
soon as I started bobbing up and down on his cock, he said, "Ahhh, I
just love a babysitter blowjob." I shuddered at how I'd lost control.
Instead of babysitting, I was blowing one of my charges while across the
room his brother was getting one from their sister.
"Like you've ever had one before," said Kyle.
"Well, I've had them before," said Keith. "Just not from a babysitter or
a teenager."
"Duh," said Kyle. "I know you've had them. I was there, remember? Mom
and Kayla? Who else?"
"OK," said Keith. "Just those two." He sank his fingers into my hair.
"Still, there's something about having our babysitter tied and sucking
cock that makes even better. I mean, Kayla and mom like to do them.
Linda doesn't, do you?" His statement ended with a question to me.
I shook my head to his question without stopping my rhythm. Not that I
hadn't done them willingly on other occasions, but this time my mouth
was being raped. I didn't want to be doing this one. But, I'd been
paying attention to the conversation and couldn't understand something
about it. I pulled off of Keith's cock and said, "If Kayla likes to do
it, how come you have her tied up, too?"
"Because she likes to be tied up, too," said Keith. "Don't you, Kayla?"
Kayla stopped long enough to say, "Yeah, Linda, don't you like it? Mommy
likes it and mommy says girls like to be tied when they have sex. Daddy
says that's what girls are for - to tie up and fuck. He says girls like
being tied as much as boys like tying up girls. I know I like it."
While I don't profess to being an expert on sex, I know that attitude is
warped. But, it was clear that Kayla was being trained to think bondage
was normal and her daddy and brothers were taking advantage of her
bondage education. "Well, I don't," I said. I made a play for freedom
knowing full well that if I got free I was out of here and never looking
back. "Your brothers are so cute and handsome that I want to have my
hands free so I can touch them and hold them. Like right now, I want to
hold Keith's hot ass in my hands while I suck him off."
"Suck it, you stupid bitch," snapped Keith. "Don't lie to me. You just
said you didn't like blowing me. Now you'll do it without being tied?
I'm not as stupid as you are. That's because I'm a boy and you're a
girl. Like daddy says, you're made to be a toy for boys… uh, men. He
says even if a girl doesn't like to be tied up, she needs it and will
learn to enjoy it. So, I'm not untying you until I'm done."
From my point of view, it wouldn't be long until he was done. Though I
couldn't see him, I could hear Kyle as he came in Kayla's mouth. He
yelled, "Suck it, Kayla. Suck it, bitch. Suck it, slut. I'm coming.
Swallow it all, slut mouth."
Dammit, I thought to myself. What am I doing? Why am I sucking an
11-year-old's cock? How had I let this happen? And, the names he was
calling me were horrible.
Keith's breathing picked up as he approached orgasm. I felt his cock
harden even more. His hands forced me to pick up my pace. "Suck me,
babysitter," he moaned. "Suck me off, you stupid bitch. Use your mouth
to make me cum and swallow every drop. Suck, suck, suck!" He threw his
head back and shoved his hips hard into my face. I kept sucking on him
as his hips bucked. "Right in your mouth, honey pot. Eat it all, bitch.
Take my cum." My mouth filled with his sticky, hot cum and I swallowed
as ordered. As he relaxed again, he said, "God damn, Kyle, the
babysitter can suck cock!"
I pulled my face away from Keith's crotch and said, "OK, untie me now."
I'd regained my senses halfway through the blowjob and suddenly I was
appalled by what I'd just been forced to do. Nobody had the right to
make me suck a cock and I'd just done it, without so much as an
argument. I'd even begged for his cock. And, I was supposed to be in
charge while the Treys' parents were gone. As soon as I was untied, I
was leaving. I no longer felt any responsibility to watch over these
miserable little brats. Tomorrow I'd tell their parents just why I had
left abruptly.
"Uh uh," said Keith. "Oh, you thought just one blowjob was gonna be
enough? Sorry, I must have forgot to tell you that was just for starters."
"Keith!" I said in surprise. "I did what you wanted. I swallowed your
cum. Now, let me go."
"You haven't swallowed my cum," said Kyle. "I want a babysitter blowjob,
too."
"Please," I begged. "My arms hurt so much." I felt like crying. Tied and
sore, I'd just done a blowjob for my freedom and it had been in vain.
They weren't done with me yet.
"It has been a while," said Kayla calmly. I would learn later that she
wasn't one to complain. She liked being tied and feeling the burn, but
there was a limit to how much pain she could take.
Kyle and Keith looked at each other and it looked like they were having
a telepathic argument the way only people from the same womb could have.
"Damn," said Keith finally. "OK, let's redo them."
"Wastes time," said Kyle in disgust. It wasn't a disagreement, but more
an extension of Keith's comment or a rehashing of the mental argument
that had transpired in silence.
"Don't use so much," said Keith.
"Yeah, she won't be out so long," said Kyle.
I almost cried again when I saw the white handkerchief again. I was
hoping for a chance to get free, but they weren't taking any chances. I
slipped into unconsciousness as Kyle held the rag against my face.
I awoke much quicker this time and transitioned quickly to full
awareness. I was on my back with my arms tied to hooks set in the wall.
They were tied to opposite walls, putting me in a spread eagle position.
But, my legs were not tied to the walls. Instead, my calves and thighs
were tied together, pressing my heels into my butt. It had the same
effect as tying my legs spread wide; I couldn't close my legs. If
anything I was in a more vulnerable position than the hog-tied position
I'd just talked my way out of. As before, they waited for me to wake up
before proceeding. Apparently it was either no fun to play with an
unconscious girl or not in their warped rules to do so.
I could lift my head and see Kayla's new position was not the same as
mine. She was standing, but quite uncomfortably. Her hands were tied
behind her, but just her hands this time, not her arms. A rope ran from
her hands to a pulley on the ceiling. I did a double take as I looked at
the ceiling. It was filled with hooks and pulleys for the convenience of
the boys. Kayla's arms were pulled high and she was forced to bend at
the waist, her torso parallel to the floor.
Though I'd lost track again of who was who, I assumed the boy standing
by me was Kyle this time and Keith was over by Kayla. Kayla didn't have
to go through the chloroform treatment with each change of position
because she cooperated in being tied up. So, it was me they were waiting
on and as soon as I looked around, Kyle said, "Babysitter's awake again."
I wanted to ask what was next, but I wasn't that enthusiastic to learn
my fate. So, I just laid there waiting for Kyle. Keith had his hands all
over Kayla's flat chest, caressing her nipples. Kyle sat down on my
stomach, straddling me. He put his hands on my tits and started to tweak
the nipples and then to massage my tits. "You have nice tits," he said.
"Bigger than Kayla's, but not as big as mom's."
I blushed at his casual complimenting of my nudity. As a reflex, I
almost thanked him for the compliment. I caught myself, but I'd already
opened my mouth to speak. Here I was tied and naked with an 11-year-old
feeling me up and for some odd reason I felt embarrassed with my mouth
open and nothing to say. So, I blurted out the first thing that came to
my mind, "Naughty little boy playing with his babysitter's tits." I
don't know why I said that. It only served to remind him of his power
over me.
His hands felt good and for the present I convinced myself that this was
OK. I mean, after all, he could feel up his mom anytime he wanted, so
this wasn't like I was corrupting him or he was doing something he'd
never done before. It also wasn't like I'd never let a boy do this
before. Besides, it did feel good.
I looked down past my tits and saw his hard cock pointed at the ceiling.
I knew I'd be sucking it soon. The same reasoning I'd used to
rationalize his fondling of me fit the impending cock sucking. I'd just
done it to Keith, so it wasn't like this was something new for either of
us. What could it hurt to suck it? It looked tempting, but just out of
reach. Perhaps I'd have to beg for it again, but for now I just let him
fondle me.
Kyle leaned forward and kissed my tits. He sucked on my nipples until
they stood up hard. Then, he kissed his way up my chest and neck. Once
there, he pressed his lips to mine and I felt his tongue enter my mouth.
Our tongues probed each other's mouths. His touch had aroused me and I
responded. I was helpless to do anything else.
He slid back down to give my tits attention again. As my nipples
hardened again, he reached beside me and picked something up. I watched
in disbelief as he pulled my nipple hard until my tit was stretched 3-4
inches more than normal. Holding it there, he fastened a pinch
clothespin to my nipple. I yelped in pain as the pin closed on my tender
nipple. He let go of my tit, letting it resume its normal shape except
that my nipple was distended and in pain. "No, no, don't," I said as he
pulled on my other tit. I pulled against my bonds foolishly thinking I
might be able to prevent him from repeating my torture. But, all I could
do was watch as he closed the clothespin slowly on my nipple. "Please,"
I said, "Why are you doing this? It hurts."
"Because you're a girl," said Kyle, as if that explained everything.
Clearly I had no rights to my own body in his world.
The pain cut through the daze I was still in from the chloroform. I
realized now that the drug not only made me pass out, but even after I
regained consciousness, my judgment was faulty. My rationalization that
they and I had done this before with the mutual consent of our partners
seemed so stupid now. That didn't make it OK. I needed to take control.
"Get off me, you little brat!" I barked at my molester. He jumped at my
voice and I thought I had him. "Get off me and untie me. I'm done
playing your games, you sick little bastards!"
"Wow," said Kyle. He looked back over his shoulder at his brother and
sister. "She's a stupid bitch, isn't she?" My blood ran cold as he said
that and I realized I didn't have him. But, he did get off me. He rose
to stand over me and then stepped away. My view of Keith and Kayla was
again unobstructed and I saw she had clothespins on her nipples and
Keith was backing away from her ass. He'd already been fucking her from
behind.
"Shit," said Keith. "I was about to cum. She's gonna pay for this."
Kyle ran from the room. I was confused about their reaction. Though I
seemed to be in big trouble, Kyle's retreat was contrary to that. "I
said let me go." Now that I had started, I figured I might as well see
if I had any chance of convincing them to stop. "Untie me and your
sister. This is absolutely wrong. You can't just tie me up and make me
have sex with you."
"No," said Keith, "what's absolutely wrong is when a tied bitch yells at
her master and calls him names. You can't just go calling Kyle and me
bastards or anything. So, we want you to say you're sorry. Tell us that
we're everything you wanted in a boy. Take back your words and tell us
how much you like us."
"Not even," I said. "You little brats have no right to touch me, let
alone tie me up or take off my clothes. Let me up, you brat."
Kyle returned to the room. In his hand was a leather riding crop. My
heart sank at the sight of it. I was completely exposed and helpless. I
was about to be taught a lesson. "That's right," he said, obviously
overhearing what Keith had just said. "Take back your words and tell us
you like us. Even tell us that you like being tied up. OK?"
He slapped the riding crop across his open palm and I knew the implied
threat. I gathered my wits and tried to stay in control. "Listen to me,
young men. What you are doing is disgusting and you don't have a right
to my body. You're depriving me of my rights… owwwww!" The riding crop
stung across my inner thigh. So much for trying to be firm. "Please," I
said, suddenly cowed by the punishment. "Please, I'm asking you nicely
to let me go."
"Say you're sorry," said Kyle and he smacked my thigh again. I yelped
from the pain. I'd be damned if I was going to apologize to these two. I
gritted my teeth and pressed my lips firmly together, determined not
only to refuse to say I was sorry, but to keep my silence even when I
was spanked.
Kyle smacked me again and I held my tongue. The boys looked at each
other and smiled. It was a cold, cruel smile. In quick succession, Kyle
smacked me three times. At the last one I moaned, but kept my lips
sealed. He switched to my other thigh and smacked me five times. I
jumped with surprise as he changed targets and gave a small yelp at the
first swat. Bearing down, I stayed silent for the remaining swats. My
thighs showed the red imprint of the riding crop. Kyle was placing the
blows as close together as he could so that each one would add to the
previous ones.
"If you're not sorry yet, you will be soon," said Keith. He took the
crop from his brother. His first stroke hit my tender pussy. I could
never have imagined anyone using that as a target for a spanking. It
stung terribly and I screamed. He smacked me twice more in the same
place. Each time I screamed. By now, I was panting in fright. I
struggled more against the ropes, but could do nothing
Keith delivered three blows to my left tit, leaving a red mark across my
nipple each time. Before I could regain my breath, he did the same to my
right tit. I could hardly think straight. "Please," I begged. "Stop.
Stop it. I'll do it. I'll do anything."
I immediately regretted my words as Kyle said, "Anything?" I'd gone too
far in my sudden outburst.
But, Keith raised the crop again, clearly aimed at the tender space
between my legs. "Say it again," he said. "Anything."
I closed my eyes in shame as I whispered, "Anything."
"OK," said Keith. "You know what we want for starters. And it better
sound like you mean it."
What an incredibly vulnerable feeling to be lying there tied with no
ability to cover my most tender spots. I had already felt the sting of
the crop and didn't want that anymore. I had truly lost control of the
situation totally and had to obey every command they gave me for fear of
another beating. With that in mind, I said, very meekly "Kyle and Keith,
I'm very, very sorry that I yelled at you and called you names. That was
rude of me and … um… and I didn't mean it. You're both good boys, really
good boys. I… I… I'm a bad girl to call you names. Please forgive me."
"Good," said Kyle. "There is hope for you after all." He motioned to
Keith who promptly returned his attention to Kayla. Kyle knelt again
straddling my chest, laying his hands on my tits to casually squeeze
them as he spoke to me. "Are you going to suck my cock?"
"Yes."
"Say, yes, master."
"Yes, master," I said, not liking the sound of the words.
"Are you going to swallow my cum?"
"Yes… master."
"Will you lick my balls for me?"
"Yes, master."
"Can I fuck you?"
"Yes, master."
"Can I fuck your ass?"
"Um… ah, yes, m-master."
"Can I spank you some more?"
"Uh, master, you don't need to do that. I'll do anything you want."
He slapped the crop against my left tit and I jumped, "Ow." He just sat
there, waiting for something and then slapped me again. "What?" I
squeaked. A third time he smacked me before I figured out what he
wanted. "Yes, master."
"Yes, master, what?"
"Yes, master, you can spank me some more."
"That's right. And I will anytime I want. Now, what do you want me to do
to you right now?"
Let me go was my first answer, but I knew he didn't want to hear that.
"I'll suck your cock." He motioned that I should say more. "Master," I
added hastily.
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