


Helping the Babysitter Become a Model
          Chapter 1-8


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Helping the Babysitter Become a Model
                     
By notmystory@kc.rr.com 

Jim Wilson was a thirty-eight year old married man. Father to a
now five old boy. Jim was a computer consultant, and found
himself working many nights and weekends. Jim had been happily
married to Brenda for 12 years. In his spare time, he built
custom made high end PC's and workstations. His wife Brenda was
an attractive young woman at thirty-three. She had gone back to
work as a flight attendant shortly after giving birth to their
son. Two years ago, both of Brenda's parents had died, leaving
them without the best babysitters that one could have asked for.

Luckily for the Wilson's their next door neighbor, Mrs. Lee, ran
a daycare center from her home, and had a daughter about their
son's age. She was more than happy to take their child into her
care. She watched children from 6 AM to 5 PM at a very reasonable
price. When Jim and Brenda talked to her about needing someone to
watch little Tye later at night, she offered her assistance.
Although she said that she was unable to watch any children later
than 5:00, she gave them the name of a young teenager that she
knew from her church. She assured them that she was the most
responsible sixteen year old she had ever met. She then told them
how she occasionally had her watch her own children, since she
was fourteen. She explained to the Wilson's how Kristin was
looking for more work, and that this might be the perfect fit for
both of them.

Having gotten introduced to Kristin by Mrs. Lee, the Wilson's
explained what they needed to her. Deciding that it really was a
perfect fit, the Wilson's hired their new babysitter. Kristin
would pick up Tye from Mrs. Lee's at 5:00, and bring him over to
their house, where she would watch him until Mr. Wilson would
make it home, on the two nights a week that Mrs. Wilson had to
take over night flights.

After the first six months, Kristin began watching their son even
more, working an extra night during the week and even watching
him some on weekends. Mr. Wilson was totally enamored by the
young woman's beauty and personality.

Kristin was a beautiful young woman, with an incredibly thin
waist, which tapered down from her large chest, before flaring
out to her shapely hips, she also had shapely athletic legs. Her
face was angelic in it's features, with deep blue eyes that you
could get lost in. Her body as shapely as Britney's and her face
was as beautiful as Jennifer Love Hewitt's. In the two years that
she had watched the Wilson's son, her chest had seen the most
dramatic change of her teenaged body. Although already curvy at
sixteen, by eighteen her breasts had grown to be 34-D's.

Mr. Wilson had noticed, shortly after she began watching their
son, that she began showering at their home on some of the nights
that he made it home later than normal, and one night he had
returned home while she was still in the shower. Watching her
walk out of the bathroom, with her long brown hair still wet
against her back, gave him an idea. That weekend, while his wife
was away, he installed two pinhole color cameras. One camera was
over the door, while the other one was opposite the shower head.
The tiny holes for each device were impossible to see on their
wallpapered walls.

For the first two weeks, his video surveillance turned up
nothing, but on the third week, he made it a point to stay out
late, and hit pay dirt. Upon reviewing that evenings recordings,
he saw her in all of her naked glory. He watched the screen of
his computer intently, as she removed her clothing casually, and
then entered the shower.

She was as perfect and beautiful in the nude as he had dreamed
that she would be. Her skin was perfect and smooth, without any
detectable blemishes. His eyes where locked on the screen, as she
entered the shower. He watched in a trance, as he saw her tender
pink nipples harden under the falling water of the shower. As she
lathered her young body with soap, he began masturbating to her
image on the screen, for the first of many times to come.

Over the months his collection of images of her grew, and so did
his interest in her. In the months that passed, he had tapped his
own phone line, so that he could find out more about her. He
would listen to her phone calls to her girlfriends, and her
boyfriend David as well. Over the months he and his wife had
increased her pay, in order to keep her services, finding her
help invaluable.

As the months went by, Jim became more obsessed with his young
babysitter, at this point, only seventeen. Kristin was the women
that he saw now more than his wife. After September 11, the
airlines had hit some rough times. In order for Brenda to keep
her job, she had been forced onto longer flights, requiring her
to be gone even more often now. In his wife's absence, he found
himself and Kristin talking more than ever. She was such a sweet
young girl, and he found himself feeling guilty about his desires
for her.

In January of Kristin's junior year of High School, he took a
side job, building a couple of high end video editing
workstations, and a server for Bob Reynolds's. Bob was a
photographer, and worked on all types of jobs. In the weeks that
it took him to build, configure, and transfer the data to Bob's
new machines, the two had become close friends.

Both men shared many of the same interests. High end computers
and electronics, fast cars, football, and beautiful women. In the
time that they worked together, Bob had shown Jim some of his
different work. Bob called himself a fashion photographer, but in
reality, he did all types of photo and film work. Although
rarely, he even took a family portrait for the Wilson's. As Jim
saw more of Bob's portfolio, he found his friend did everything
from portraits for the rich, to Magazine covers and spreads for
fashion rags, to photo shots for the local Sunday ads. Being in a
smaller Midwestern city, Bob did a little of everything to pay
the bills.

As the months passed, the men's friendship grew, and Bob showed
him even more of his work. He also shot some photos for men's
magazines, no not Hustler or Maxim, but real hardcore sleazy
stuff. Everything from solo nudes, to boy/girl, girl/girl, two on
ones, gang bangs, you name it. He also shot stag party Videos,
and custom made videos for private collectors and web sites.

Judging from the amount of material, Jim decided that most of
Bob's work must be on the adult side of things. He did just
enough of the other work, to look respectable. Jim felt
comfortable with Bob by now, and brought some of his \ photo's of
young Kristin to Bob, so his friend could enlarge them, and print
them up. Although the captures from his tiny pen cams where not
the best, Kristin's beauty could still be easily seen in the
photos.

As Bob began his work on the images, he grilled Jim as to who the
girl in the pictures was. Finally Jim told him they where photo's
of his babysitter. Bob began to question him more, when he found
out how Jim had gotten the photos. giving his friend a hard time.
Bob now started calling Jim a voyeur, and grilled Jim for more
details about the young beauty. He wanted to know more and more
about her, her age, her religion, her height, her weight and had
he ever gotten a piece, or was she still a virgin? As Bob
interrogated Jim for information, Jim kept slipping up giving him
more information than he had meant to give. Under the
questioning, he let it slip that he had bugged his own phone
lines. As Bob's interest grew, Jim began to feel more and more
uneasy talking to his friend about her. After a few hours of
questioning, Bob had finished making the prints for Jim, and the
two men parted, going to their respective homes.

A week had passed, and Jim hadn't heard from Bob. On a Tuesday
night, the following week, Jim pulled into his driveway late as
usual. As he got out of his car, Bob pulled in behind him. As Bob
got out, he explained to Jim that his laptop had died and he had
important stuff on it, that he needed right away.

Telling his friend that he would be glad to help, Jim lead him
into the house. Upon entering the house the two men where greeted
by his beautiful babysitter. Introducing his friend as a fashion
photographer, to his young sitter, Jim led the trio back to his
shop. As Kristin filled Jim in on his son's activities of the
evening, Bob listened to her intently. When she had finished her
report, Bob began talking to her, and asked her several questions
about herself, making polite conversation.

The two talked while Jim worked on the laptop. Bob made it a
point to tell the young girl several of the magazines that he had
worked for. As he sat and listened, Jim thought perhaps Bob was
padding his resume just a bit. As her interest grew in his work,
Bob retrieved a copy of his portfolio from the laptop bag, that
he had conveniently brought with him. The two looked through his
photos, and he told her how much money the models could make,
before asking her if she had ever thought of modeling, and
telling her that she would be a perfect model.

Kristin blushed under Bob's compliments, and insisted that she
had never thought about it. She listened intently, as he tried to
dazzle her with stories of travel to exotic locations, and
meeting with celebrities. Jim sat there listening, having not
heard Bob put such an extravagant spin on his job before. In
fact, when the two had talked about it, the only good part of the
Bob's job was his describing seeing the women, and occasionally
finding one who would let him get to know her better, in an
intimate manner.

Bob then turned his efforts towards trying to convince the young
girl to give modeling a try. He told her that she could make good
money, and still keep her job with the Wilson's. She thanked him
for his kindness, but told him that it just wasn't for her,
before she decided that she needed to go home.

After she had left, Bob told Jim that the laptop hadn't worked in
over a year, and not to worry about it. Then he talked to Jim
some more about Kristin.

"Your telling me that you don't want a piece of that ass?" he
asked him, while holding his chest, feigning a heart attack.

"No, but she's my son's babysitter, and I'm a married man." Jim
told his friend, tossing the broken laptop to him.

"So!" Bob shot back.

"So just forget about it. God knows I would give my left nut to
get my cock into her, but I can't, so forget about it." Jim said,
shaking his head at his friend.

"What if I could guarantee you a piece of her, and that you
wouldn't get caught. Brenda would never know. Hell Kristin
doesn't even have to know. What would you say?" Bob asked, in
total seriousness.

Seeing that Bob had some kind of plan, Jim thought that he better
put an end to this, before it went to far. "Look Bob, I'm sure
that you think so, but I know this girl. She comes from a good
religious family. Hell she won't even let her boyfriend touch her
breasts, so there's no way that your going to get into her pants.
Just forget about it, okay?"

"Well look I know that I'm going to have me some of that. Now it
would be a lot easier with your help. I mean, come on it's not
like you're a saint, you've been making videos of her for a year
now. Hell between that, and recording her phone calls, you know
how many laws you've broken. Shit, do you know that what you done
could get you charged with child porn, if any of those photo's of
her ever got on the net, or printed somewhere. Hell she's only
seventeen for Christ's sake. Look, you can help me on this, and
get in on the action, or I'll do it on my own, and you'll get
nothing. But you had better hope that none of those photos make
it out, or your ass will be in jail buddy." Bob said, as he stood
looking ready to leave.

The threat, though not spoken, was clear to Jim. He knew that Bob
still had copies of the pictures that he had taken of Kristin,
and was apparently ready to use them. With the options of helping
his friend get what they both wanted, or going to jail, Jim had
an easy decision on his hand.

"OK, what do you have in mind?" Jim asked.

In the next hour or so, Bob laid out at least part of his plan to
Jim. Leaving out those aspects of it that he thought Jim might be
too soft stomached to hear. Agreeing to Bob's apparently well
thought out plan, Jim turned over the audio tapes he had of
Kristin's phone calls to Bob, and agreed to do as he said.

For the next four months Jim would leave hints to Kristin about
how Bob had been to Italy, France, Hawaii and New York. He would
hint that she should call him, and left Bob's business card, with
his phone number, on the fridge, and next to the phone. In the
same four month period of time, Kristin and Dave had broken off
their year long romance. However with Bob now taking all the
tapes Jim didn't know why.

Bob would stop over about every two weeks, sometimes when Jim was
there, sometimes earlier, so that he could ask Kristin if he
could wait inside for Jim. He always took the opportunity to ask
her to model for him, telling her that she should at least give
it a try.

After four months, the pressure had been so great, that she
finally agreed to allow Bob to take some photos of her, to make
her up a portfolio. Within a week of that, he had lined up
several "Gig's" for her. She soon found herself in the local ads,
modeling clothes or standing in front of one product or another.
None of the photos where especially provocative, she was always
fully clothed. Bob had never asked her to do anything that could
be misconstrued as sexual in nature. In fact, the only thing Bob
had ever requested of her, was that she improve her tan. Telling
her that stockings didn't shoot well in some lights, and
providing her with a membership to a local club. After her first
two weeks, Bob brought in a male model, coincidently just the
kind of guy that Kristin was looking for.

In fact, the young man knew all of her likes and dislikes, and
knew exactly what to say, as Bob had coached him on what Kristin
was looking for, having heard hours of her talking with her
friends about it. After two months of modeling for Bob, she began
dating Bill, the male model, under Bob's watchful eye and expert
tutelage.

In her third month of modeling for Bob, she was offered her first
magazine cover. She was overjoyed to hear the news, then Bob told
her what it entailed. One of the true crime magazines was looking
for someone to model as a Catholic school girl, who had been
bound, raped and murdered in upstate New York. The money was
good, and Bob had shown her several of the magazines recent
covers. In all five covers, there was a woman either being bound
or attacked. All the women where fully clothed, and none appeared
obscene to the youth.

With assurances from Bob, and his prodding, she reluctantly
agreed to do the shoot. She was finally convinced, when she was
told that he would take some shots with Bill in them.

She wore a white sweater and red plaid skirt. Bob started taking
shots of her in standard poses, telling her that they could add
them to her portfolio. Next he had Bill come out, dressed as the
"killer", with a stocking pulled over his face. The two stood in
various poses under Bob's directions, with Bill standing over
her, with a knife in his hand, while Kristin crouched in fear, as
he lifted the knife over her head. There was another shot of him
holding the knife to her throat, as she looked surprised by his
assault.

Next they moved on to Bill tying her up, and gagging her. He
bound her arms behind her back, and then her legs. He hogtied
her, and then tied her in other positions that she had never
imagined before. She would have fought or resisted anyone else
but Bill, and found herself getting excited under his touch. Next
she was tossed on a bed, where she found herself tied spread
eagled to the headboard and footboard. She was then tied to a
pulley from the ceiling, and then to a pole from the ceiling,
finding her chest wrapped in circles of rope. Although it was all
done with her clothes fully on, she couldn't help but feel almost
cheap when it was done, but the hugs and kisses from Bill made
everything better.

It was now July, only two months before her eighteenth birthday,
as she prepared to go back to school for her senior year of high
school, and things couldn't have been better for the young
beauty. She thought that her relationship with Bill had blossomed
into true love, and he was truly all that she had looked for in a
boy. She was making good money, between her modeling and watching
the Wilson's son. Although her parents where reluctant to support
her decision to do any modeling, they had up to this point been
happy with her jobs. That was probably because she hadn't
mentioned the true crime "gig" to her parents.

In the two months before she turned eighteen, Kristin had done
five more True Crime covers, or so she thought. Each featured her
as some type of uniformed victim. In one shoot, she was a nurse.
In the next, she was a uniformed police officer who was bound and
raped by an inmate. In the next she portrayed an American GI, who
was captured by the enemy and brutalized. In yet another, she was
an airline stewardess, and finally a cheerleader.

Although she never found herself taking off her clothes, she
never liked being tied up and apparently assaulted for the
camera, she always felt dirty and cheap at the end of each
session, until Billy would comfort her. At Billy's insistence, or
so she thought, the two even did a few swim wear shots. The first
time she wore a one piece suit, but after some smooth talking
from Bill and Bob, she agreed to do a bikini for two more shoots,
though she almost refused to do it, after seeing how skimpy the
second bikini was, but Billy convinced her that it would be okay.
Little did she know, that when she was asked to lie on her
stomach on the beach towel, that with the thin thong that she was
wearing and the bikini top tied behind her back and at the neck,
that in the photos she looked like she was lying naked on the
simulated beach.

As their relationship grew, Billy just seemed to know just what
to say at all times, always addressing her concerns before she
even voiced them to him. Little did she know he was being briefed
on her conversations with her girlfriends. In just four months,
Billy had gotten farther with Kristin than Dave had gotten in
over a year.

The week after her eighteenth birthday, Kristin was at Bob's
studio again. This time to do another True Crime cover. Bob had
received a call, as he had so many times now, and had to leave.
The two youths now used to Bob leaving them for hours at a time,
when he got these calls, sat back and relaxed.

Billy began some heavy kissing on her lips, and petting of her
chest. For this shot she was already dressed as a young lawyer,
who was attacked by one of her clients, a criminal. His hands
moved inside of the gray business suit that she wore, and was
soon unbuttoning it, and the white blouse that she wore
underneath. Swept up in the arousal of the moment, she said
nothing, as he laid her down on the bed, and continued undressing
her. The two were used to the hot lamps glaring down on them
during their photo sessions, and Kristin thought nothing of the
fact that Bob had left them on when he left.

As Billy continued to undress her on the bed, Bob had returned to
the studio, and from his office in the back, began taking photos
with his digital camera that he had setup on their tripods. He
also started the digital camcorders that he had set up, for this
purpose, all around the studio, including one hanging from the
ceiling right over the bed. He would have preferred to be there
in person, to work the cameras by hand, but this would have to do
for now.

Just as Bob had instructed him, Billy undressed the unsuspecting
young woman, and positioned her on the bed, just as he had been
told to do. He dropped his face between her legs, and began
licking her precious pussy. Feeling a touch to her legs, right on
her pussy, as she had never felt before, she moaned in pleasure,
and in between her moans of ecstasy, she made feeble calls for
Billy to stop. As he pulled his face away from her now damp
mound, he knew that it was safe to ask.

"Do you really want me to stop?" he asked her, as he stroked his
thumb over her clit, and began sucking on her nipple, as he
brought his face to her chest.

Now feeling an urge that she never had, she looked at her lover,
thinking that the two were in love, and that he was the one man
in the world for her. "No, it's all right, you can continue." she
said, closing her eyes in pleasure, as she let out another low
moan from the pleasurable feelings that he was creating in her
body.

With one hand rubbing her clit, he used his free hand to undo his
slacks, and push them down his hips, never taking his mouth away
from her nipple. He climbed onto the bed, and gently positioned
himself between her legs. Moving his mouth down to hers, he
kissed her, and told her that he loved her, as he slowly pushed
his cock into her virgin cunt. Bob had come out of the office,
and standing in the shadows, with a camcorder with telescopic
lenses zoomed in on her crotch, as Billy popped her cherry. She
whimpered, as he was as gentle as he could be, when he tore
through her hymen. He pulled his cock totally free of her,
showing it covered in her blood. He made sure that he held it
there long enough for Bob to get the shots that he wanted, as
Billy looked down at her, and the blood on her thighs from his
invasion. Looking at Kristin he saw that she still had her eyes
closed, but whimpered again when he had pulled out of her. She
said nothing for the minute or two that he kept his prick looming
over her just deflowered pussy.

Billy thinking that Bob had gotten his shot by now, and afraid
his cock was softening, slid back into Kristin, as gently as he
could. Feeling the hot wet tightness of her cunt, he was worried
that he wouldn't last for all of the shots that Bob had wanted.
As he stroked in and out of her for several minutes he pushed all
thoughts of what he was doing out of his mind. He was a
professional, and had a job to do.

Making love to her in this way for several minutes, he nudged her
to move, and as he rolled over onto his back, he pulled her up on
top of him, on the king sized bed.

She whimpered and said, "Please, can't we just do it the other
way?" as he pushed her up into a now almost seated position over
his cock.

Not responding to her request, he simply began bouncing the small
frame of the young woman, up and down on his cock. She still
hadn't opened her eyes, and began moaning and whimpering as he
moved her up and down on his shaft, as he lifted his head to suck
her nipples into his mouth.

Watching her large firm tits bounce up and down on her small
frame, he found himself about to lose control again. As she
neared the first orgasm of her life, the realization that they
were having unprotected sex finally crossed her mind, and she
opened her eyes to look into his.

"I'm not on the pill." she told him.

He looked at her, and seeing her concern, replied "I'll pull out
before I cum."

He watched her close her eyes again, as he buried his prick deep
into her, and felt her climax on his cock. He felt her whole body
shaking uncontrollably, as she found herself in the throes of
sexual bliss. He waited for the moment to pass, before he pushed
her over to the side, and quietly moved around behind her.

He pulled her by her hips, to the edge of the bed, and guiding
her with his hands, positioned her on her hands and knees, as he
took his place behind her. With his cock still hard and wet, he
slipped back into her bloody cunt from behind. She moaned in
pleasure again, as he adjusted his rhythm, and reached around and
below her, to grasp her tits and knead them. He pulled her up to
his chest, as he pumped into her, and then pushed her back down,
so as to ride her doggy style. He repeated the process several
more times, before he again felt himself on the verge of his own
climax. When he had driven her to her second orgasm, and felt his
own imminent, he pulled out of her, and quickly stepped in front
of her face.

He slapped her once on the cheek gently, then stroked his cock
several times, before erupting all over her beautiful face. Her
eyes shot open the minute that the first glob hit her cheek, and
just in time to get struck in the eye with the second one.

"Ouch!" she cried out, as her eye burnt badly from the liquid.
"That's gross! Stop!" she cried, as she tried to pull away from
him. He held her by a handful of her hair, until he finished
emptying his balls on her face, she huffed and turned her nose
up, as he moaned with his last spurt, now fully spent.

"God, why did you have to ruin it?" she complained, as she tried
to wipe the cum from her eyes.

"Shut up you little slut, you know that you enjoyed it too, so
stop your complaining." he told her.

"Look tell Bob I had something's that I had to do, and I couldn't
wait any longer." he said, as he pulled his slacks back on.

She looked up in shock, through the cum running down her face, at
the way he spoke to her.

"Look you where a great lay, maybe I'll see you around sometime
honey." he said, as he grabbed his coat and left, without even
bothering to put on his own clothes, rather leaving in the
costume that Bob had provided.

Kristin looked on in shock, speechless. She couldn't find any
words to say, as she watched him stroll out of the studio,
leaving her lying there naked, her face covered with his sperm,
as well as blood and her own juices running down her thighs. She
began crying, as she felt lower than she ever had. She felt dirty
and used. She finally got up some twenty minutes later, and went
to the dressing room. She used the shower to clean herself off,
as she cried and wept over the lose of her love and virginity.

She dressed and left a note for Bob. She then left the studio,
making sure that the door locked behind her. She had never seen
Bob hiding in the shadows, as she lay there and wept. Once she
was gone, Bob went to the back door to let Billy back in. He
changed his clothes, while Bob got his money. His job done, Bob
gave him his thanks and the money, and said goodbye, anxious to
get a look at the videos and photos that he had shot tonight.

For the next two days Kristin hadn't returned any of his calls,
so Bob went to the Wilson's, where she was sitting for their
child that night. He had waited to knock on the door, until he
was sure that she had put the child to sleep. He noticed the
rings under her eyes, and it was obvious that she had been crying
when she opened the door. Without waiting for an invitation, he
walked into house, and right into the living room, where he took
a seat, holding his laptop bag in his lap.

She followed him slowly, never looking him in the eye. She was
heart broken, and seeing Bob had only helped her to think more
about Billy. She had called his number repeatedly in the last two
days, however she had gotten a message the number had been
disconnected. She had borrowed her parents car to go by where he
said that he lived, however the women who answered the door, said
she didn't know what the girl was talking about.

Feeling Bob's eyes on her, she finally spoke, "Look, I can't do
it anymore. I quit OK. I'm not doing anymore modeling."

"Oh, I'm sorry that you feel that way, I was so happy with the
shots from your last gig, that I was hoping to do more just like
it." he said, handing her a large brown envelope from his laptop
bag. "I guess these will be the last shots of you that I get." he
added, producing another envelope for himself. He pulled the
photo's from his envelope and said, "Well that's alright, I'll
sell these and the video, and that will have to be enough." as he
flipped to the next photo in his stack. "I'll be sure to send
your folks, and the rest of the family a copy, when they get
published."

Kristin her interest peeked, at his mention of a video, since she
had never shot a video for him, pulled the photos from the
envelope. She fell of the couch, and onto her knees, when she saw
the first photo. It was a picture of her on her hands and knees,
naked on the bed, with Billy's cock buried in her pussy from
behind, as he fucked her. Looking over her shoulder Bob spokeup.

"Yeah, that's a good one, but this one is my favorite." he said,
dropping a photo on top of the one in her hands.

The photo showed her face cum running down her check while
Billy's cock only inches away was in the middle of another
eruption. Her eyes where open in the photo and she looked sadly
to be in the middle of a passionate moment. She broke down crying
after seeing the photo.

"How? Why? That wasn't supposed to be photographed. You can't
sell that! I never agreed to that." she said sobbing.

"Oh, but I can." he said, dropping a photo of her signing her
photo release as he always had her do before a shot. She was
wearing the gray business suit, and sitting at a table signing
the papers. Next he dropped a photo copy of the release to her.

"If you look, you'll see in the highlighted areas, that you sold
me the rights to sell all photos and videos taken that night, no
matter what the content." he said confidently, "That's a standard
contract in the industry, and let me assure you, it WILL hold up
in any court in the country." he informed her.

Without even looking at the paper she tried pleading with him,
"Please, you can't! My parents will kill me. If the other kids
see it, my little brother, the church... No, you can't! I
couldn't live if this ever got out." she cried in panic and fear,
thinking what would happen when her father saw those photos.

"Oh don't worry I'm sure that this movie will take at least a
week or two to make it's way onto the Internet." he said, as he
began playing the video on his laptop. "Look at you go. Damn,
people pay good money to see a innocent young girl like you,
having her cherry popped for the camera." he said, holding the
laptop in front of her face, as the video played.

Her crying continued, as she dropped the photos onto the floor,
and buried her head in her hands. "No! No! Please! What do you
want? Please don't, you can't." she cried.

He waited for several minutes, while she cried and sobbed on the
floor. She continually sobbed that she would "do anything", but
"he couldn't", he just "couldn't" let these pictures out.

Deciding that he had given her long enough to suffer, he spoke at
last. "If you don't want these pictures distributed across the
world, be at my studio Friday at 6:00 PM. Tell your folks that
you'll be watching Tye overnight Friday and Saturday for the
Wilson's. As I know that you have watched the boy over night
before, I won't take no for an answer, and I'll have Jim cover
for you with your folks. If your not at my studio on Friday at
6:00, I'll send these photos to your father, and your church
website, before I sell them to some friends I have in the
business." he said, putting his laptop back in the bag and
walking out.

He left her sitting on the floor, with the photo's lying around
her, as she sat there and cried. All he could do now was to wait
and see if she showed up or not. Chapter 2 
Forcing herself, Kristin got up and readied herself to face the
world. She had considered pretending to be sick, but knowing her
parents wouldn't allow her to do any babysitting tonight if she
didn't attend school, she dressed and got ready for school.
Although she had already gotten her parents permission to watch
Tye overnight, for the next two evenings, she still had yet to
decide if she would go to Bob's studio that evening or not.

Her mind was racing, as one moment she committed herself not to
fall deeper into the trap  that Bob was setting up for her, then
moment's later she knew that she had no choice but to submit to
the evil bastard. If he made good on his threats, he would
destroy her life, and the lives of her parents and siblings. She
wouldn't be able to show her face at school or church ever again,
if the video or photos of her ever got out. She thought of her
younger and older brothers seeing her doing those things. Then
her father, he couldn't be a Deacon of the Church, with videos
and pictures of his daughter acting that way, floating around for
all to see. She considered calling the authorities she knew
blackmailing her this way was illegal, but if she got the
authorities involved, the very thing that she wanted to keep
secret, would be made public. She could see it now, the photos of
her naked and having sex, being shown on the local news.

She had read the release that she had signed, and Bob had told
her the truth. Deep down in several different places, it had
stated that she had sold him the rights to sell her images and
likeness to anyone or to any media outlet, as well as any say she
had, as to what content, or it's usage, could be sold or used.
The contract even made mention to streaming video images and
sounds. She had even signed the part of the contract that stated
that she was over 18, and of age for consensual sex in this
state.

She knew she couldn't legally stop him from selling the photos
and video of her. She also knew that he must have even more
terrible things in store for her. She spent her day at school in
a daze, unsure of what she would do from one minute to the next.

Even as she got off the bus, a block away from Bob's studio, she
worried about what awaited her. When she got home from school
that day, her mother hit her with another curve ball. It seems
that Bob had called and offered her family the use of a time
share property he had. Since this was Labor Day weekend, and it
fell on his time, he hated to see it go to waste. So the generous
Bob had offered it to her family. Her mother had already packed
up everything for her parents and brothers to go stay at the
exclusive cabin retreat, some six hours away. She told her that
she was sorry she couldn't go too, knowing that her daughter
already had plans to watch the Wilson's child.

She had barely gotten to see her family that afternoon, before
they left, which was almost as soon as her youngest brother had
gotten home from school, shortly after she did. Her father had
been in a hurry, wanting to beat the holiday traffic that was all
trying to get out of town. She waved goodbye as they pulled out
of the driveway, and heard her mother yell back to her, "Now you
be a good girl and stay out of trouble. We'll be back sometime
Monday night, we love you." then they pulled away hurriedly.

Those words were still echoing in her mind, as she steadied
herself to go inside of the studio. She would be strong, and tell
him the way it would be. She wouldn't let this animal control
her.

As she stood outside of his door, she made up her game plan. He
had obviously planned all of this to get in her pants, so fine.
He had already helped to rob her of her virginity, so she would
let him fuck her, just this weekend, then it was going to be
over, and she would demand all of the other pictures back, and
the video, or no deal.

Mustering up as much confidence as she could, she walked into the
studio, ready to face the S.O.B. She found him sitting at his
desk waiting on her.

"You're late young lady." he said, motioning to the clock on his
desk.

"So." she retorted defiantly, not wanting to back down to him.

"Well maybe I have already sent your pictures out via E-mail." he
said, hoping to shock her out of her defiant attitude. He saw the
look of panic cross her face, and wondered what she would she do
now.

Looking down at the floor, while she thought of her response, it
came to her and she replied, "Fine then, I guess I can leave."

"You could, but I would mail them out to a lot more people. If
you don't want that to happen, then I suggest that you lose the
attitude, and sit the fuck down. Now!" he said, in a smug voice,
confident that he had her where he wanted her.

She was momentarily shocked by his harshness, but quickly
recovered. "Well that's too bad, I don't feel like sitting down.
I came here to get those pictures and that video back, now can we
make that happen, or do I leave right now."

Bob was a little surprised by her strong resistance. He knew that
she was smart and strong willed, but never thought that she would
show this kind of backbone, under her current predicament.
Shaking his head he said. "So, how do you plan on getting them
back? If you don't mind telling me that is."

"Look we both know what you want, so fine, let's get it over
with. But I want it in writing first, that I get all of the
copies, negatives, and whatever else that you have, as soon as
we're done, and then I never want to see your stinking face
again." she said, gritting her teeth.

"Oh, and what is it that you think that I want?" he asked, as
coyly as he could.

"You want..." she hesitated, finding it hard to say those words.
"You want to make lo.. You want to have sex with me. That is what
you want, isn't it?" she said, losing some of her anger as she
spoke.

Laughing, he replied "Well yeah, of course." Hearing his answer
she took a deep breath, almost relieved. "But I want so much
more. Sex is just the beginning, but it's for sure not the only
thing we're interested in." he told her, in a serious tone.

Shocked by the beginning of his statement, she had totally missed
the fact he used the word "we" in his statement.

They stood in silence for several minutes, Kristin trying to
think of how to respond, while Bob waited to hear her thoughts.

"Well that's too bad." she said, in a stronger tone of voice than
she actually felt. "I said I would let you fuck me, and then it
was over. So take it or leave it." she said, determined to see
her way through this.

"OK then, I'll see you around kid. But I won't be the only one
seeing you." he said, spinning around in his chair to face his
computer screen, as he brought up his E-mail program.

Kristin's jaw dropped, as she watched him zip up photos of her on
his screen. He had called her bluff, and now she didn't know what
to do.

"No stop!" she said, as he began typing an e-mail to her father.
"Look can't we come to some sort of compromise. Please." she said
in her sweetest voice, deciding that she should act nice to the
evil man sitting across from her.

"Will I suppose we could play for winner takes all." he said,
smiling as an idea came into his head.

"What do you mean?" she asked reluctantly.

"Well, I have your original release here." he said, holding up
the originals of the contract. "And I have a new contract that I
was going to have you sign here tonight. If you win you get your
old contract along with all of the photos and videos. However, if
I win, you sign your new contract, and do everything that I say
for the duration of it."

As she listened to his proposal, a thousand thoughts and
questions raced through her mind. But the first thing that she
asked was, "Play what?"

"Anything you want. Chess?" he said, motioning to the board on a
shelf across the office.

"No, I never learned how to play." she replied, still thinking
over his proposal in her mind.

"Okay, well then what do you know how to play?" he said, pulling
a deck of cards from his desk drawer and tossing them on the
desktop. 

Looking at the pack she began to think out load. "Solitaire,
Blackjack, Hearts, Poker, Go Fish..." she started saying.

"Okay." He interrupted "How about Poker? A page of the contract
for each hand. Three for you three for me."

She looked as he held up the papers. "What's the new contract,
what does it say?" she said

"It says that your mine for the next twelve months, sixty films,
and unlimited photo sessions." he began to tell her.

"NO way!" she said, as she edged for the door, fear gripping her
tightly.

"Okay, have it your way. I do hope that daddy likes the pictures
of his little princess naked and screwing some boy." he said,
holding the papers and turning back to his computer. She stood in
the doorway frozen in horror. She couldn't believe what he had
just said.

"No. I came here to get those pictures and stuff back, not let
you make more." she said crying, all of her strength had now
drained from her.

"Yeah, I understand that, and I'm willing to give you a chance
for that. But you have to be willing to put yourself on the line
too." he informed her.

"No you don't understand I can't let anyone see those pictures,
no way. If my father or brothers.." she cried, but he interrupted
her again.

"No, I do understand, and I can assure you that if you do as
you're told, no one that you care about in this town will ever
see them. I've got private collectors that I'll sell these films
to. They'll never be distributed, and no one you know will ever
see them. However, if you lose the game, and then refuse me
during the year of your contract, and I will sell the footage to
distributors, and then you and your family will have to live with
that shame. Of course, on the other hand, you could win your old
contract back, and this all could be over right here and now.
It's up to you play the game, to have a chance to end this all,
or you can leave right now, and I'll sell the film of your cherry
being taken to a distributor, as well as sending copies to
everyone in the city. What do you think Kristin? What's are you
going to do?" he said in his smug voice

"So if I win, you'll leave me alone?" she asked.

"Yes." he replied

"And if I lose, I have to work for you for a year, and then
you'll leave me alone."  she asked, to confirm what was being
offered.

"Yes." he replied.

"And you promise me that no one in this town will ever see any of
them?" she asked.

"No one that you know will ever see them." he replied, finding it
incredible that she was foolish enough to believe anything he
told her at this point.

"Okay so let me be clear on this, if I win, I walk out of here
and it's all over. If you win, I work for you, making movies and
stuff, for one year, and then I get to walk away and its over,
and you swear that no one that I know will ever see them, and it
will all be over." she asked.

"Yes." he said beginning to become annoyed.

"So I won't have to. You know, you won't want to. I mean I won't
have to, you know with you." she asked.

"Oh no, you will have to have sex with us. Yeah, we're definitely
going to fuck you. But that's my offer, take it or leave it? You
have five seconds." he replied.

Having again missed his reference to "we" and "us" and "we're",
she started to ask another question, when he started counting
down from five. When he hit one she gave up trying to ask another
question, and blurted out, "Okay. Okay. I'll do it, but you had
better keep your promises." she warned him.

"Oh I will." he said, smiling as he pulled the cards from the
deck. He had been a dealer on a local river boat, and shuffled
the cards most impressively. He handed her the cards and told her
to cut the deck. As she cut the deck several times, he sat there
happily thinking how lucky it was he that had never told her that
he was an amateur magician. His confidence was through the roof,
this was his marked deck, and he knew that there was no way that
he would lose.

He won the first hand, and after making her sign and initial
every necessary spot on the first paper, he saw that she was
ready to vault for the door. Thinking that she needed a little
hope, after again winning the second hand, he let her win the
third and fourth hands. Now they were tied again. He won the
fifth hand and taking the third unsigned contract, made her sign
and initial it as well. Now having gotten all three of the papers
signed for her new contract, he won the next two hands in short
order, in order to put it to bed, so to speak.

After winning the final hand, he quickly grabbed the papers off
of the desk, fearing that she would do something drastic. He
dropped them into his fireproof lockbox, in his desk drawer, and
turned his attention back to her, as she held her head in her
hands. She tried to come to terms in her mind over what had just
happened to her.

As her thoughts began to swim in her mind again, Bob stood up and
said, "Well, if you don't mind, I think that we've wasted enough
time. Now I think it's time that we got to work."

Placing his hand on her shoulder, he led her out to the studio
set. Kristin was still in a daze, her mind not wanting to accept
what had just happened. Entering the studio, she saw that he
still had it setup as a bedroom, with the king size bed that she
had lost her virginity on, still sitting there, as it had just
two nights earlier.

She was standing there remembering the scene from just
forty-eight hours ago, when Bob handed her a hangar with a
costume on it. She stood back and looked at the outfit presented
to her, as Bob began to turn on the lights around the studio.
Thinking that it looked small for a cheerleader's outfit, she
started to walk to the dressing room.

"Oh no. You want be needing to use the dressing room anymore, you
can change right out here in front of me." Bob told her.

"What? That wasn't part of the deal." she whimpered.

"Oh yes it was, and you'd better stop all of that crying, or
you'll find that this part of it will be the least of your
problems." he warned her menacingly.

Reluctantly she undressed as quickly as she could, then tried to
slip into the skimpy outfit that he had provided her. She stood
there in a white wool sweater, about three sizes too small, and a
red and white cheerleader's skirt, that didn't quite cover her
ass cheeks.

After some initial problems, she began to do as Bob directed.
Although she had rings under her eyes, and it was obvious that
she had been crying, she began to smile for the camera, feeling
more at ease than she had been in the months previous to now. He
had her work the camera for several minutes, as he saw her begin
to relax for him and the camera. Then he told her it was time for
a wardrobe change. Handing her another hanger, holding her next
costume.

This time he had her change into a Catholic school girl's uniform
again, obviously way too small for her. The shirt was so small,
that she barely got it to button over her large tits. Again, her
ass cheeks were exposed below the short skirt. She was faster to
relax this time, and he had her play more to the camera. Happy
that she had begun to relax, he had her touch up her make-up,
before he handed her the next change of clothes.

This time she was asked to put on a tight fitting business suit,
that made her look older than her eighteen years. He again
instructed her to seduce the camera, as he took her photo's. He
had to admit that she was a natural in front of the camera. Even
now, when she was under such duress, she took great shots. He
then decided to push her a little further.

"Okay, now undress for the camera Kristin. Make it sexy, and
slow." he instructed her.

She looked at him, her eyes begging him not to make her go
through with it. His evil glare back answered her pathetic plea
for relief, and she slowly began to undress, first letting the
business jacket fall from one shoulder, then the other, finally
letting it drop to the bed. She began to unbutton the tight
fitting blouse that she was wearing. As she undid the last
button, she gave him one last pleaful look, before letting it
fall off of her body.

As she stood before him, wearing only her bra and the tight silk
skirt, she began to sway her hips sexily, as she unzipped the
thin skirt. She let it wiggle its way down her hips, as he filmed
the entire erotic scene. He felt his penis growing hard, as she
moved her body before him. As he watched her, he decided that
there would be plenty of time for photos later, as he felt the
tent in his pants rise.

He moved from behind the camera, and told her to lose the bra.
Seeing him moving closer to her, she stepped back. She felt the
back of her legs hit the edge of the bed behind her, and knew
that there was no place else to go.

"Now I said." he told her quietly.

Slowly she moved her hands behind her back, and undid the wire
clasps, holding her bra up. As the lacy bra fell off of her chest
she felt Bob push her back, causing her to fall onto the bed. His
hands moved quickly to her thin white panties, which he swiftly
ripped from her hips. Chapter 3

Kristin found herself crying again, as she laid naked on the bed.
Bob stood over her, staring down at his prize. Her thin firm body
was just beginning to perspire, and a light coat of sweat now
covered her soft tanned skin.

He took in the sight of her lying there beneath him. He moved his
gaze upward from her knees, her legs still hanging over the side
of the bed. Up her shapely thighs, his eyes traveled to the patch
of hair between her legs. Her bush was darker brown in color than
the hair on top of her head he noticed. He made a mental note
that she didn't trim her furry little patch. and he would have to
change that. As his eyes moved up her belly, he saw that her
rippled belly looked strong and fit, athletic and toned. Stilling
moving his gaze further upwards, he took in the glorious sight of
her large tits.

The two perfect breasts stood proudly up from her body. They
where perfectly round and firm, tight and perky, the kind that
every man dreams of. Even lying on her back, they kept their
gorgeous shape, not sliding down to the sides of her body, as an
old woman's would. He stared intently at her small soft pink
nipples, centered on her white breasts. The tan lines, where she
wore her bikini glared the difference between her skin's natural
light complexion and the light brown tan that she had on the rest
of her body. His gaze now continued up her youthful body, to her
slender shoulders and elegant neck. His eyes stopped moving
upwards, as he began examining her youthful face.

The beauty of her face was no doubt her best quality. Although
some men might tell you that it was her large tits, or her
shapely round ass, but Bob knew that was because they simply
hadn't taken the time to look her straight in the eyes, and see
the natural beauty of her face. Even through her tears, and
make-up, which was streaked down her cheeks, she was the most
beautiful, and innocent looking creature that he had ever seen.
Her large blue eyes gave her that innocent and trusting look,
which was priceless.

As he had taken in the sight of the beauty laying on the bed
beneath him, his hands had been busy undoing his trousers, and
pushing them and his boxers to the floor. After pulling his shirt
off, over his head, his eyes made contact with her's. He could
see inside of her, see her fears and worries. He saw the pleading
to be let go, freed from what she was about to go through, deep
in her eyes.

As he lowered himself down on top of her, she felt his naked body
touch her own. The hair of his legs tickled her thighs, as he
lowered his head onto her chest, and began to kiss and suck
lightly on her nipples, moving from one to the other, giving both
equal amounts of his attention. Although disgusted by the
situation that she found herself in, she was unable to control
her feelings. Much to her dismay, she found that her body was
enjoying his attentions. She heard a moan escape her lips, as her
nipples hardened into pellets under his tongue's insistent
motions on them.

She tried hard not show any reaction, as he molested her, but she
failed. She had never had anyone touch her the way that he was
now doing, until just forty- eight hours ago. That night when she
had given herself to Billy, she thought that it had been an act
of love between two people who truly loved one another. But now,
as he manipulated her body with his mouth, she felt no love, no
passion for the man, and yet her body was responding the same
exact way. She was left lying there thinking, almost clinically,
about what this man was doing to her. She found herself shifting
her body from side to side, as his mouth moved between her
breasts. Her back would arch, and then fall, from the sensations
that were going through her body, caused by his tongue's
movements.

As she lay there under him, she felt panicked, feeling she had
lost control of her life, and now her body. With every touch he
made, it sent shivers of lust through her body. She felt his
breath upon her bare skin, and felt his hard cock sliding across
her thighs, as he moved from breast to breast. He then inhaled
her entire breast into his mouth for a moment, and then moved
lower down her body. Kissing and licking her skin, as he moved
down her body.

Then he moved his mouth over her pussy. He pressed in closer, and
gave her a kiss, right in the middle of her patch of hair. She
was breathless, as she waited for his next move. Her anticipation
of what would happen to her next, causing her to grit her teeth,
and squint her eyes.

Bob looked up and saw her facial expression. He was unsure if it
was one of anger, or discomfort, either way he didn't care. He
nuzzled his nose into her patch of hair, seeking her treasures
down there. When he felt his nose slip between the folds of her
pussy lips, he pushed her legs apart farther, and then pressed
into her slit even further, before taking a deep breath of her
pussy scent.

His warm breath, on her most private of places, caused her to
squirm around under him. She tried to cope with these new
sensations, without making a sound. As she steadied her breath,
she felt the wet warmth of his tongue, as it darted deep into her
folds. She arched her back again, as a loud moan flowed from her
mouth. Her eyes were now closed, and she was finding it more and
more difficult to control herself, as he sunk his tongue deeper
and deeper into her pussy. She felt his hand move to her mound,
and again tried to move away from him, as he began running his
fingers over her gently.

Not letting her move away, he worked his thumb into her, easily
finding her clit. He began rubbing his thumb over it lightly, as
he drove deeper and deeper into her cunt, with his tongue. He
heard her moans, and looked up to see her back arching up like a
half moon. She was reacting to his manipulations of her body, and
she couldn't help herself. He could taste her juices, which were
now flowing freely from her cunt, lubricating her body for what
was to come next. Sucking in the juices, he found himself in a
place of ecstasy.

As he pulled his tongue from her pussy, he moved up her body to
her face. Once more taking in the sight of her angelic face, he
leaned down and kissed her. She still had her eyes closed, when
his lips touched her's, and pushed them together even tighter, as
she felt him push his tongue into her mouth. She tasted her own
juices on his lips for the first time, and found herself repulsed
by the sweet pungent taste of it.

As his tongue explored the recesses of her mouth, she felt the
head of his cock push at the entrance of her cunt. She tried to
protest around his tongue, which was still lodged in her mouth,
as he slid his dick in past her outer lips. His first stroke
inside of her was slow and gentle, and he repeated it again and
again, slowly working himself into a rhythm. She had moved her
head from side to side, but couldn't break free of his lips and
tongue.

Once he had established a steady tempo, he broke his lip-lock on
her, just in time to hear a moan of pleasure escape from her
lips. He increased his tempo, as he felt her pussy contract
around his cock, as her orgasm was building to a crescendo, and
the damn of her own climax about to explode. She felt a warmth in
her belly, even as her mind told her how disgusting this was. He
looked down at her face, and saw the play of emotions running
across her mind, under her tightly closed eyes. Her heavy
breathing and panting, between moans of pleasure, were in stark
contrast to her crinkled forehead, showing her stress, as he
steadied back down into a slow and constant pace now.

As his hands moved down the poor girl's body, he wrapped his
large hands around her silky thighs. Pulling evenly on her legs,
he pulled them up from where the were, hanging over the bed, and
placed them up over his shoulders, pulling them even further
apart. Even being as young and flexible as she was, Kristin found
this position uncomfortable. As she whimpered in her discomfort,
over this new position, his hands traveled back up her body to
her tits. As he squeezed her firm breasts in his strong hands, he
drove his cock into her deeper and further with each stroke. His
new rougher strokes drove poor Kristin to the fifth orgasm of her
young life.

As she came down from the pleasure of her orgasm, he increased
the force of his thrusts with each stroke. She had begun to feel
some pain, as he pounded his cock into her even harder. Finally
unable to take the pain any longer, she begged him to be gentle
with her.

Her pleas however fell on deaf ears, as he rammed his cock into
her violently, and as he pinched her nipples, she shrieked from
the pain. When she felt him bury his cock inside of her cunt and
stop, she suddenly understood what was about to happen.

"No!" she screamed, terrified that he would impregnate her with
his seed. "No! Stop! I'm not protected. DON'T!" she cried out, as
she felt the first jet of his seed shoot into her unprotected
womb.

She tried to pull away from him, hoping to get away before
anymore of his sperm found its way into her. As she tried to use
her legs to push away from him. Bob looked down at her, as she
struggled to get his cock out of her. He grabbed her hips, and
pushed farther in, as she screamed in protest. He found her
struggles exciting, and could see no reason to tell her that he
was sterile. He was having too much fun watching her panicked
squirms.

When he finished having emptied his load into her, he collapsed
on top of her, tired and exhausted from his exertions. Her legs
fell back to the floor, no longer held up on his shoulders, and
she lay there crying, as he laid on top of her. She sobbed and
whimpered again, tears falling freely from her eyes.

After ten minutes of being crushed under him, he finally rolled
over, and she took a deep breath, now feeling relief from the
pressure of his weight upon her. As soon as she caught her
breath, she started to get up from the bed.

"Where the hell do you think your going?" he asked her.

"Just to the bathroom." she said weakly, tears still running down
her face.

"Fine, but don't take too long, we've got a lot more to do here
tonight." he said, as he watched her walk into the bathroom.

Just as the door closed, he heard her sobbing break out into full
cries of despair. He laid on the bed, listening to her
uncontrollable mental breakdown.

After relaxing for a bit, he began to prepare for the next set of
photos that he wanted to take of her. Finally, after forty-five
minutes, she emerged from the bathroom. She had dried her eyes,
but still looked like hell, as she stood before him, trying to
cover herself with a hand towel. Her hair was now a mess, her
were eyes bloodshot from crying, and her posture sunken, as she
walked up in front him, her spirit broken. He could still see his
hand prints in red, on her tits.

"Here, put this on." he said, handing her the Army uniform that
she had worn before. "You might as well dress the part, because
you already look the part."

She looked at the outfit surprised, this was a whole outfit, not
some skimpy imitation of one, as the others that she had worn
that night had been. She put the outfit on, happy to see that it
came with a matching set of white panties and white bra, along
with a green t-shirt, that fit her chest very snuggly, along with
the standard, regular issue, camouflage shirt and pants.

As soon as she was dressed, he approached her, and quickly
grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her back. She then felt the
rope slide first around one wrist, and then the other. He pulled
the two ropes tightly, then circled each around her wrists again.
He quickly had her wrists secured behind her back, and as she
tried to pull her wrists apart, she found that he had done it
quite securely. She let out another grunt, when she felt him pull
her arms up behind her back, and felt him tie them to a rope from
the ceiling.

She watched as he next dropped a drape from the ceiling, it was a
painting of a stone wall, like you would find in a dungeon, or a
castle or a prison. Finding herself tied before the painting, he
moved back to his cameras, and began taking photos of her. This
time he gave her no directions, he was just happy to see her
hanging there in pain. After several minutes of taking shots like
this, he moved out from behind his cameras.

He pulled a black hood over his face,  pulled a knife from a
cabinet drawer, and then approached Kristin, as she hung there in
pain. As she looked at the knife, she thought that it looked just
like the rubber one that Billy had used before, but as he brought
the blade of the knife to her shirt, she discovered that it was
the real thing.

He sliced the camouflage shirt off of her with just a few slices
from the razor sharp knife. He took several more photos of her,
with the remnants of the shirt hanging from her arms. Next he
returned to where she hung, and cut several slices into the front
of her t-shirt, as she cried out in fear. Next using a tube of
red lipstick, he ran it across her flesh, through the cuts he had
made in her shirt. Then he draped a whip over her shoulder, and
returned to his cameras. He was happy with the results, as she
now hung there with her t-shirt ripped open, and looked like she
had been whipped by someone, who left her beaten and wilted.

After getting all of the shots that he had wanted, he again
returned to her, and pulled her pants down violently, ripping
them from her body. After some more photos of her that way, he
ripped her t-shirt from her body, and then again took more photos
of her.

Next he stuffed remnants of her t-shirt into her mouth, and
ripped the bra from her body, using it to tie and secure the rag
in her mouth. He took the time to get more shots of her like
this. Then he focused the cameras on her, and set them to take
photos every twenty seconds.

He then approached her, and ripped the panties from her hips,
leaving her with only the scraps of her shirts, hanging from her
wrists. He moved behind her, dropped his pants, and began to take
her doggy style.

He was rough and forceful, grabbing her tits, and spanking her
ass, as he drove his cock into her. She whimpered and cried into
her gag, hoping that he would stop. His assault finally ended
when he again filled her with his sperm. His second ejaculation
inside of her drove her even wilder than the first one had. She
was already worried that she would get pregnant from the first
time that he came inside of her, but now, as he did it again, she
was frantic to clean it out of herself.

Then to her horror, he left her hanging there, as he grabbed a
camera, and began taking close-ups of the liquid which was now
running out of her pussy, and down her thighs. Finished
photographing her, he went to gather his things. When he was
ready to go, having shut down the computers, lights, and cameras,
and having made a few phone calls, he approached her, carrying a
black trench coat.

It was already 11:30, and he had a big day planned for her
tomorrow. Using the knife, he cut her free, and handed her the
coat, telling her to put it on. As she reached to pull the gag
from her mouth, he angrily told her again to put on the coat.
Slipping the coat on over her naked body, he grabbed her arm, and
led her out of the studio and to his car.

On the way to his car, she tied the coat shut, and pulled the gag
from her mouth. They drove in silence to his house.

Once inside his house, he led her to his bedroom, and told her to
go shower and clean herself up. She spent the next hour trying to
wash away the remnants of the night from her body. As she walked
out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel, he ordered her to lose
the towel, telling her that she would always sleep in the nude
with him. As soon as she lay down next to him, he guided her to
ride his cock, as he placed her on top of him. 
He made love to her twice more throughout the night, each time
leaving his sperm in her cunt. When he woke her in the morning,
she was exhausted. Handing her a breakfast sandwich, he began to
ask her questions.

When was her last period? How heavy was it normally? How had she
enjoyed the sex? She answered the barrage of embarrassing
questions as quickly as she could.

He then told her that she would start taking birth control pills,
as soon as her next period was over. She then began to cry,
telling him that she may not have another period, after he had
"creamed" inside of her all night. As she cried and whimpered in
despair, he finally let her in on his little secret. Telling her
he was sterile, and there was no chance that she would get
pregnant from his sperm. As she relaxed, hearing this good news,
she tried to calm down and collect herself, when he told her what
was about to happen.

He informed her that his partner would be by shortly to fuck her,
and she had to make a decision. His partner refused to wear a
rubber, and he was very potent, having four children already. She
could either let him shoot his load into her cunt, and take the
chance on becoming pregnant, OR, she could take him in her ass,
and suffer through the pain and humiliation that would cause her,
OR she could suck him off with her mouth. However, if she decided
to use her mouth, and suck him off, she would have to swallow
every drop that he squirted into her mouth, or she'd be punished
severely.

At first she objected to it all, claiming that she had never
agreed to have sex with anyone else. But Bob made a persuasive
argument, which quickly changed her mind. Then he asked for her
again for her answer, telling her that he had to prepare her, as
his partner would be there in just half an hour.

"Well Kristin, where do you want him to fuck you?" he asked her,
with a Cheshire cat grin from ear to ear. Chapter 4

Deciding it was the least offensive of his demands, Kristin
agreed to let his partner deposit his sperm in her mouth and
swallow it all. Just the very thought of a man's penis in her
mouth, made her stomach turn, but she couldn't bear to think of
allowing anyone to stick their dick in her ass. The very thought
of it just sounded too painful for her to even contemplate.
Although both of those options were repugnant and disgusting,
they were still better than risking getting pregnant.

Having given Bob her answer, he told her to go shower and clean
up. He handed her a hanger with some clothes on it, and told her
to put them on when she was cleaned up. As she walked into the
bathroom, Bob told her that she had twenty minutes to get all
"dolled up".

As he watched his new star close the door, with a look of defeat
on her face, he smiled broadly, happy over the way that things
had proceeded more smoothly, after having gotten off to such a
bumpy start. The strong resistance that she had initially shown
early Friday night, had forced him change some of his plans for
her. He had decided that he would need to do more to break her
will, he also needed to find something more to hold over her, to
ensure his control of her. He feared that she may be planning to
try and break free of him again. He had hoped to keep the young
beauty to himself this first weekend, but he felt that her
actions, and continued reluctance to accept his demands,
warranted this change of plans.

As Kristin showered, she found herself wondering what else the
sick pervert had in store for her. He had already taken so much
from her, and she wondered what else he would do to her, if she
allowed this to go on for a year. She feared that there would be
nothing left of her in a year, if he had his way. She knew that
she had to find a way out. What if she really refused, would he
really send those pictures out. After all, she had been late, and
he hadn't mailed them yet, maybe he just was bluffing. As she
stepped out of the shower, she knew that it was too risky to take
that chance. As she brushed her long silky hair, her thoughts
turned to even darker ideas. She could kill him, she'd seen
enough movies to make it look like an accident, hadn't she.
Thinking better of it, she decided that she could hire someone to
do it for her. She had money saved up from her modeling and
babysitting. No, then she would have that, for someone else to
hold over her.

She finally turned her attentions back to the present, and to the
clothes that Bob had given her to wear. The white canvas shorts
were even in her size, in fact she had a pair almost exactly like
them. The knit tank top looked shockingly similar to one of her
favorites. The bra and panties, even the ankle socks, he had
given her to wear, were just like what she would normally wear.
She was shocked that nothing he had given her to wear was sick or
perverted. He had given her clothes that she could actually feel
comfortable in.

Bob was waiting for her as she walked out of the bathroom, with a
few minutes to spare. She looked perfect, and the outfit looked
just the way it had in the photograph that Jim had given him to
enlarge. She looked at him angrily, as he motioned for her to
follow him. Slowly she trailed him down the hall, and then down
the stairs. He stood behind her, as he guided her down the
basement steps. She looked over her shoulder feeling a little
uncomfortable with her back to him. As she walked into the well
lit room at the bottom of the steps, she had a strange feeling.
The room had a bed and dresser in it that looked vaguely
familiar, from the wallpaper to the floor. She couldn't put her
finger on it, but it troubled her.

He led her over to the bed and asked her to have a seat. He then
walked over to the dresser. Opening the top drawer, he took the
tray he had placed there earlier out. Walking back to the bed, he
sat next to her, as she glared at him. He ordered her to close
her eyes, unaffected by her obvious anger and hatred towards him.
She let out an angry sigh, and closed her eyes without saying a
word.

Taking the bandages from the tray, he placed one over each of her
eyes. The tan material was almost the same color as her tanned
skin, making it look as though she merely had her eyes closed. He
secured each patch over her eyes, and when he was confident that
they would stay there, he began to give her directions.

"When my partner gets here, I'll tell him that you want him to
fuck you in the mouth, so when you feel him pull out of your
cunt, and put his dick against your lips, you'd better open you
mouth." he said, patting her thigh. "You'd better take it in your
pretty little mouth, and suck him dry. And don't forget, if you
spill so much as a drop, I'll do you in the ass. Do you
understand?" he ask