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


                               Parts 9+10

Finding herself on the floor, the pain dissipating, she tried to recuperate.
Kristin pulled herself up to her knees, she found that she was in front of the
Dog dish, filled with food. Hungry and worried of what Bob would do to her,
she slowly began eating from the bowl. Kristin was surprised to find that it
was actually good tasting food. Soon she was lapping up the contents, and
occasionally licking up the milk.

As soon as she finished, Bob drug her up to her feet by her bound arms. She
winced through the pain, as she steadied herself on her high heels. She found
the walk up the steps even more dangerous, than the one down had been earlier.
She was led into Bob's bedroom, where he slapped her on her ass, before he
began to untie her arms. When he had freed her, he directed her to get dressed,
handing her a hanger with the clothing that he expected her to put on.

She looked over the contents of the hanger, unsure of just what she had. Two
swipes of bright red cloth hung from the wire, one about 8 inches thick and
the other about twice that. She slowly pulled the thicker strip from the
hangar, and put the hangar on the bed. She examined it unsure what  the
stretchy material was. Finding it was sown together in what she assumed
was the back. Deciding that it was meant to be a skirt, she skeptically
pulled it up her succulent legs, lining the four             
inch slits opposite one another and assumed that they must represent the
bottom and sides of the skirt. She let it ride low on her hips, hoping to hide
her ass as best as she could, however the skin tight garment did little to
hide any part of her. Although she tried her best to position the garment to
cover as much off her ass as she could, she still couldn't satisfy her sense
of modesty, with the thin strip of cloth.

Giving up, she turned her attention to the other garment still on the hangar,
and decided that it must be meant as the top, she began to put it on. Again
finding no tag, she assumed that there must not be a top or bottom to it, and
just pulled it on over her head. She again found that she was unable to
adequately cover herself with the tiny swath of material. If she choose to
cover the top of her chest, then the lower quarter was left exposed. While if
she covered the lower part of her chest, she was dangerously close to exposing
her nipples. And if she centered the strip on her nipples, both the tops and
bottoms of her  breasts peeked out a little. Deciding that it was best to
conceal the lower half of her breasts, for fear that they might pop out if she
didn't, she waited for his next instructions.

He had been busy pouring her a glass of something, and stopped when he turned
and saw her. She was the very essence of seduction, as she stood there wearing
the scant clothing. He could make out her nipples, and even the jewelry still
clipped in place on her chest. The skirt she wore low, thus revealing her
tight stomach and the upper curve of her hips.

Bob handed her the glass and told her to drink it. Reluctantly she drank the
contents, looking down at the red liquid, unsure of what it was that she was
drinking. The taste was familiar to her, she had drank this concoction Saturday
morning, but was still unsure of just what it was. When she had finished her
drink, he led her into the bathroom, where he instructed her to put on some
make up, and fix her hair. He told her, pointing to a photo on the cabinet
next to a curling iron, to make herself look just like that. He left the room
as she began working on her hair.

Using the iron and gel, she began to style her hair to look like that of the
girl in the picture. Teasing it into a fluffy mess, in an old 80's way, she
did her best to make her hair a copy of the photo. Next, she put on the make-up
that Bob had provided her, the bright red lip stick, the dark blue eye shadow
and deep blush. Next she put on the nail polish, a matching red to her dress
and lips.

Bob returned just as she was blowing the last of her fingernails dry. He
grabbed her arm, and turned her to face him. Smiling at her, he placed one of
the small ear buds that she had worn earlier, in her left ear, and then the
other one in her right ear, before picking up the leash, which was still
dangling from her neck. As the evil sounds again filled her mind, she looked
into the mirror, and saw the slut she had become, as she was pulled away by
the leash.
                            **********************
Jim Wilson sat at his dinning room table, unable to look his wife in the face.
Although they didn't usually do so, Jim had gotten up early that day to attend
the local church service. He had sat and listened to the sermon over the ten
commandments, as the guilty thoughts of his sins ran through his mind, just as
they had for the past twenty four hours. He had sinned, he had committed adultery.
He had helped to turn a poor, sweet, innocent girl into a slut. He had allowed
his lust for her, to destroy her life, and he was terrified that it may destroy
his and his families as well. Brenda had asked him repeatedly what was wrong
several times over the last day, and he had convinced himself that she somehow
knew what he had done. He hadn't been able to sleep or eat, he was so guilt
ridden. Every time he saw his wife or son, his guilt once again reminded him
of what he had done.
                             *********************

Kristin was led out to a large Winnebago, where she and Bob where greeted by
Reggie. She saw Reggie's lips moving, as he faced her, but was unable to hear
anything that he said through the noise being pumped into her ears. She found
herself pulled into the Winnebago by her collar. As soon as she was inside, the
volume of the noise in her ears was turned down, she watched quizzically as Bob
fiddled with the small transmitter. Bob told her to use the restroom now,
before they got on the road.

When she returned from the bathroom, she was placed in one of the seats, and
secured to it. A leather band was wrapped around her waist and buckled to the
seat and then a chain was locked onto her collar. She sat there silently while
Bob secured her to the chair, surprised that he hadn't restrained her arms.
When he moved out from in front of her, she could see that she was facing a
small television. Bob's last word's to her, before the volume of the noise being
pumped into her ears was turned back up was, "I don't want to hear a word from
you until we get there."

She sat silently, as he reached out and flipped the cloth of her top down, and
roughly pinched her nipples. He then turned away from her, turning on the
television, before he walked to the front of the RV.

As the fires of desire raced through her, she turned her head and watched Bob
walk to the front of the RV. She watched through her haze of desire, as Bob
closed the curtain, blocking her section off from the front of the RV, as he
sat down in the passenger's seat. Within moments she felt the RV lurch into
motion. She began looking around, hoping to find someone or something to
relieve her growing desires. As she turned her head looking for relief, the
image on the TV caught her attention.

As she sat there watching the TV, the video of her losing her virginity played
out on the screen. She found her eyes locked onto the screen, even as she felt
the pain of betrayal deep down in her heart, seeing her former boyfriend Billy
again, as he pleasured her on the screen. When this scene finished, some time
later, it was replaced by the scenes of her with her brother, Reggie and the
others from the party.

As she watched the action going on, on the screen, she was getting hotter by
the minute, and her hands had began to roam all over her body. As one hand
rubbed her chest, and the other began diving into her cunt. Somewhere, in the
back of her mind, she was begging herself to stop. She closed her eyes and
tried to look away, but even as repulsed by the images on the screen as she
was, she couldn't stop herself. She was in an uncontrollable state of sexual
arousal, she needed to climax, and continued working herself into such a state
of arousal, so that she would cum. Poor Kristin couldn't hear the two men
laughing at her, as she moaned in desire, while she watched her sexual
exploitation on the screen.

The drive took just over two hours, and it was now just before four o'clock on
this warm Sunday afternoon, when the RV pulled in and parked in the large
mall's parking lot. A slap on her face drew her attention away from the scenes
that had repeated themselves over and over on the TV's screen. She looked up
to find Bob and Reggie staring at her. She had her skirt bunched around her
waist, and her top pushed down below her tits. Seeing the two men, she was
sure that they would help her to find her release. Bob reached out and pulled
the ear buds from her ears, while Reggie pulled somethings from a cabinet
behind him.

She listened almost in a trance, as Bob explained what he expected of her,
"Okay Slut, I'm going to let you earn my trust back. I want you to go into the
mall here, and find some men. I have eight condoms here, and I want them all
filled with sperm, from eight different men. You can bring them back here one
at a time, or in groups of two or three, or you can find a group of eight men
to do all at the same time, I don't care. It's almost four o'clock now, and the
mall closes at six, so you have just two hours in order to collect the sperm
from eight different guys. You have to bring them all back here to get their
juice and have them put the condoms in the bowl." he said, pointing to the
crystal bowl on the table next to a stack of Trojans "If you don't have at
least eight condoms full of spunk by 6:00, our deal is off and I sell your
videos and mail out your pictures to your family, priest, teachers, principal
and several of your fellow students, especially those who you wouldn't want to
date on a bet. You know  what I expect of you baby, so better go out there and
get them in here quickly!" he said, looking at the troubled youth.

"Oooooo" she said, still in desperate need of having a release.

After untying her from the chair, Bob tried his best to fix her clothes, he
removed the leash from her collar, before slapping her on the ass and saying.
"Go get'em baby. Make your master proud."

Bob followed the dazed girl from a safe distance, and video taped her quest for
a partner. She entered the mall and walked around, looking around apparently
lost. He knew that she'd probably never been to this mall before and, as far
away from their home town as they were, there was very little chance that she
would see any one who knew her. He taped her movements, and also the reaction
of the malls patron's, the men stopping and staring, while the women gasped,
as they looked at the scantily clothed teen. Finally, after several minutes of
searching, she approached an older man, who appeared to be alone, as he stood
outside of a store. The man looked the youth up and down hungrily, as she
walked up and whispered something into his ear. The two exchanged whispers,
before she led him out of the mall, and back to the RV.

Reggie watched the small black and white monitors, as young Kristin dropped to
her knees, and began undoing the older man's pants. He watched her roll the
condom over the man's already hard cock, as soon as she had gotten his pants
off of him. He stared in amazement, as she pushed him back onto the bed, and
climbed on top of his erect rod. He found it hard to believe from watching her
actively pumping her pussy up and down on the old man's shaft, as she stuck her
huge tits right in front of his face, so that he could suckle on her nipples
while she rode him, that she had been a virgin less than a week ago.

Bob waited a safe distance away from the RV, and after less than ten minutes
of their being inside of the RV, the man emerged, still straightening his
clothes, as he walked back to the mall. Only a minute or two later, Kristin
emerged looking slightly disheveled, but she once again entered the mall,
looking for another lover. She still seemed oblivious to the looks that she
was receiving from people, and one young mother even went so far as to cover
her son's eyes, when she saw him looking at Kristin, dressed as slutty as she
was.

After traveling about a quarter of the way down the mall, she approached
another man, who was standing alone. She whispered in his ear, as he looked at
her, disgusted by her appearance. Bob filmed away, as he watched the man push
her away, he rebuked her for whatever it was that she asked him for. She backed
away, and began searching for a new partner, even as he continued his verbal
assault on her.

In the now gathering crowd, caused by the scene that the other man was causing,
stood a single man, whom she approached without hesitation. Again she whispered
something into the young man's ear. Whatever she had told him, he seemed to
like, Bob noted, as he continued filming, as the smile on his face now
stretched completely across his face. Kristin took the man by the hand, and
led him out of the mall. Bob captured the scene on film, as Kristin led him
into the RV, as he talked on his cell phone.

Bob glanced down at his watch, as he waited for the couple to exit the RV.
"Damn!" he thought, "It's only been twenty minutes, and she's already on her
second man." He had never expected her to succeed with the task that he had
given her, but at the pace that she was going at, it appeared that she would.
He waited for the couple to emerge from the RV. As he stood waiting for the
couple to emerge from the motor home, for about fifteen minutes, he didn't
notice the car that had circled the RV about three times, until the driver
parked his car close to it, and then approached the door. He taped the scene
as the forty-something year old looked around, before he cautiously opened the
door and entered the RV.

Reggie watched enviously as the two men stuffed their cocks into the young
girl from both directions. When Kristin had brought back this new mate, he had
insisted she strip, and then dance seductively for him, before he would
pleasure her. She had done her best to please him, but she was desperate to
get his cock into her, hoping to find release as she filled yet another condom.
After she had danced to his satisfaction, he made her give him a blow job,
until his buddy had arrived.

The man was now fucking her sore cunt doggy style, while she gave his friend
a hurried blow job. She had yet to make the fellow that she was blowing put on
a rubber, when the man in her cunt grunted, filling the condom that he wore
with his seed. Seeing his friend lose his load, sent the man in her mouth over
the edge, as he grabbed a handful of her hair, and shot his load down her
throat. Feeling a man release his seed inside of her, released her from her
trance, she immediately orgasmed around the cock still inside of her cunt. Her
scream of pleasure, told Reggie that she was no longer in her daze, and he sat
there wondering how she would react. As soon as she was released from the
men's hold she fell exhausted onto the bed.

"No! No damn it!" she cried "I needed you to fill the condoms. Damn it!"

Confused the two men looked at the crying youth, then the older man spoke.
"Well, look if it's that important to you, I'll fill a condom for you. Hell it
would be my pleasure." he said, grabbing a rubber from the table, as his other
hand stroked his cock.

"No, no that's okay." Kristin said still crying.

"No I insist. It's the least I can do for you after all you've done for my
friend and I." he said, pulling her hips back in the air, as he guided his now
condom covered cock into her cunt.

Kristin grunted in pain, as the man jabbed his cock into her, trying to
recuperate his erection. She cried in pain saying, "No please, it's ok really"

That's when his partner pressed his cock to her lips and said "Here you go
honey, just suck this, and stop your crying. Just let us do this for you." he
said, as he pushed it into her mouth, before she could protest his actions
anymore.

Reggie watched as the two men again rocked the young girl between them for
the next half hour, before the man in her mouth grunted, and filling his
second condom of the afternoon with his seed.

When he finally pulled free of her mouth, he rolled the condom off of his cock,
and dangled it in front of her.

"Here you go baby. See isn't that better." he said gleefully.

"No, No, I didn't need another one from you. I don't want it." she cried
between grunts, as his friend continued to grind his cock into her.

"Fine!" he said as he turned the condom upside down dumping its contents onto
her face.

"Oh god please stop. God that's so sick." she cried.

"Really, this coming from a slut who was begging me for it in the middle of
the mall." he replied, laughing at the distraught young girl. His friend
grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her head up, as he pistoned into her
from behind. She grunted and cried, until he finally grunted approvingly, as
he climaxed into his condom. He presented his spent Trojan to the girl, who
collapsed onto the bed. She lay there motionless, as the men dressed, until
she heard one of them tell the other one that the mall would be closing
shortly.

When 5:15 rolled around and the three of them were still inside, Bob decided
to call Reggie, to find out what was going on. Reggie was concealed in a small
room, that was hidden in the RV, monitoring what the trio was up to. Speaking
in a whispered voice, he explained that Kristin had just done them both twice,
and after the second guy had lost his load in her mouth, and not in the condom.
He also said that Kristin had come out of her sexual trance, and was now just
desperately trying to get the condoms filled, in hopes of making her quota, as
he had set.

Bob watched as Kristin stumbled out of the RV, almost falling on the high heels.
She now had a look of desperation and fear on her face. She was obviously
ashamed of how she looked now, as she held her arms over her chest, looking
around and hoping that no one saw her.

Bob was still watching her from a distance, and wondering what thoughts were
racing through her mind. Where was she, what time was it, would she find
someone who knew her. As he filmed her, he noticed a distinct difference in
her behavior. She now seemed troubled by her predicament, and didn't look
anyone in their eyes, only slowly looking up to get her bearings. She focused
on a large clock in the mall, and a look of concern was obvious on her face.
He enjoyed watching her panic, as she looked for some way to meet his demands.

She eyed a group of younger kids, the oldest in his middle teens maybe. It was
a group of four boys, the youngest being perhaps thirteen or fourteen. She
observed the group for several minutes, as she tried to hide behind a rack of
clothing. Bob watched, as she looked around nervously, hoping that no one
noticed her, and when she saw the looks from the mall patrons, she looked away.
Finally, she approached the youngsters nervously. He laughed to himself, as he
filmed her with the kids. She was obviously very uncomfortable about asking
them for their services, as she paced back and forth, looking at the ground
continuously.

Bob was amused, as he watched her lead the group of kids, to the camper. This
was even better than anything he could have hoped for. She had less than
thirty-five minutes, to fill five condoms full of cum, or Bob would destroy
her, and her family. Seeing no other choice, she had grabbed a group of
underage kids to help her, not even thinking of the legal ramifications of her
actions. He would now have more than enough dirt on her, to ensure her future
cooperation, no matter how demanding he choose to be.

Reggie watched in disbelief, as Kristin led the group of minors into the RV.
He tried desperately to catch all of the action, but even though she was
reluctant to go through with her offer, obviously the youngsters had other
things in mind. In short order, the group of youths had Kristin on the bed and
stripped naked in no time flat. She found herself sucking one boy's cock, while
another was groping her chest, as still another began to push his young prick
into her cunt. The forth boy just stood and watched for a few moments, before
he dropped his pants, and put his cock into her flailing hand. After just over
ten minutes of servicing the young men, all at the same time, she had four
freshly filled condoms, but she was quickly running out of time, as she dressed
and left the kids, who were still reveling in their good fortune.

Bob again had sat back and waited, after filming the group entering the RV. He
was shocked when Kristin stumbled out of the camper, looking ill and exhausted,
just ten minutes later. She had about twenty minutes to get her last condom
filled or face his wrath. He decided to interview the youngsters, instead of
following her back into the mall, deciding he wanted it on tape, right from
the kids mouths, just how old they were, and so he waited for them to leave
the RV.

About two minutes after Kristin had left the trailer, the kids piled out. Bob
immediately walked over to them, and asked them if they would let him ask them
a few questions. At first the kids where reluctant to talk to him, but after
offering them twenty bucks a piece, they agreed to answer his questions in
front of the camera.

He led them to a secluded part of the parking lot, away from the RV. Soon he
discovered just what it was that Kristin had said to them, in order to lure
them to go with her to the RV, their ages, and the fact that three of the four
kids had been virgins. He was just getting to the good stuff, asking the kids
what they had done with her, and how they liked their time with her, when he
got a call from Reggie.

Kristin was in trouble, she had brought some older guy back, and now he was
getting more than a little rough with her. Bob raced back to the RV, as Reggie
explained what the man was doing.

She had brought a rough looking thirty-something year old back to the RV to
complete Bob's demands. No sooner had the guy closed the door, and checked to
make sure that they were alone, than he slapped her so hard, that she fell onto
the bed, as he roughly restrained her. She had tried to fight him off, but she
was no match for him. In the struggle between the two, a chair had fallen,
wedging the door to the hidden room were Reggie was hidden in, closed tightly.  

He then gagged her with his underwear, and tied her arms behind her back,
using the leash that he had found on the chair. He had refused to wear a
condom, and was now fucking her in the ass as roughly as he could, while
choking her with his belt.

Bob busted into the RV just moments before Kristin passed out.

                       **************************

When Kristin woke up, she was still sore and in pain. She heard the noise
being pumped into her mind, and as she opened her eyes, she realized that she
was at home, in her own bed. Looking over at her alarm clock, she saw that it
was just after 4:00, presumable on Monday afternoon. She was in a long t-shirt
and was covered by her blankets. She looked over at her desk, and their was
a strange laptop sitting there.

She got up, relieved to be home, part of her hoping that it had all been a
nightmare, but the pain and soreness, that ran through her body, told her that
it had all been far too real. She pulled the earphones from her head, and
wondered out to the bathroom. She relieved herself, and then looked in the
mirror. She looked just as she had on Friday night, when she had shown up at
Bob's studio. There were no visible signs of the ordeal, as she looked at
herself in the mirror. The jewelry was gone, and the silver stud that had been
driven through her tongue had been replaced by a pink ceramic one, that
matched her tongue almost perfectly.

She lifted her long t-shirt, and gazed at her crotch, just as she remembered,
she was shaved clean. She looked like a little girl down there, as she gazed
at her hairless features. At least no one would have to see her humiliation.

She sat down at the computer and powered it up. When the password screen
appeared she somehow already knew what the password was. She typed it in
without giving it a thought. Immediately the screen popped up a document to
her. It was her instructions from Bob. She was to keep her crotch clean shaven
at all times. She was to work her schedule, so as to be at Bob's studio every
Friday night, and at his house every Saturday morning. She would generally be
allowed to go home by 7:00 Saturday evenings. She was to tell no one of what
she had done, or about Bob at all. She was to check her E-mail on this machine
each morning before school, and as soon as she returned home each afternoon,
and do what ever she was instructed. Finally, she was ordered to wear the
headphones to bed each night, and he would provide her with a new tape each
week to listen to. Failure to do any of these things would lead to the
immediate release of her videos and photos.

The screen faded to the picture of a young boy that Kristin recognized from
the mall. His age appeared under his youthful face. His picture faded, and was
replaced by one of the other kids, this went on two more times, before it
showed a picture of Kristin naked, in the middle of the group, fucking and
sucking the boys. It then finished with a photo of her in handcuffs, and a
prison uniform with the caption, "If you don't do all of these things, I will
turn these pictures over to the police, and you'll spend the next fifteen
years in jail.

Kristin already knew that she had to do what he wanted, but the photos of her
and the kids, pushed any thoughts of further resistance from her mind. Her
only hope of getting free of Bob now, depended on her finding someone to take
her place as his play thing.

She closed the laptop and cried herself to sleep. Her parents had gotten home
late, and had not bothered to wake her up. She woke up Tuesday morning, and
tried to live her life as normally as possible. She had done everything that
Bob had ordered her to do, and had not heard from him at all, except for her
scheduled time with him. For the next three weeks, she went through the same
routine. She would live a normal life Sunday thru Thursday, and played the
part of his sex slave on Friday and Saturday.

The Tuesday after her first weekend with Bob, Kristin learned that she was
nominated to be the homecoming queen. She was in the running with five other
girls, but everyone knew that there where only two girls who stood a chance at
winning. Kristin was the front runner, and her only real challenger was Robin
Anderson. The two girls had been rivals for years, but in the last twelve
months, their rivalry had turned to a mutual hatred. They competed in
everything from the student council to their boyfriends.

When Kristin began modeling, Robin got very jealous. She felt that she had a
better body than Kristin, and looked more like a model. Robin was tall at 6'1"
and thin. Her legs were long and seductive. She currently sported strawberry
blond hair, but that seemed to change with the seasons. Her breasts were small
and firm cones, that stood out proudly from her body. Robin dressed
provocatively, wearing short skirts, and thin tank tops, as often as she could.
She loved to see her long, thick nipples poking out her shirt, and got big
laughs, from watching men and boys grovel in front of her. She was proud of
her body, and not scared to show it off.

Kristin knew from talking with their mutual friends, how Robin felt about her.
She had been told how Robin considered her a boring prude, and how Robin would
make fun of the way that she dressed. She was also told about how jealous
Robin was of her chest. Kristin never tried to attract the attention the way
that Robin was, but she received it anyway, due to her large tits. While
Kristin was the captain of the school's soccer and softball teams, Robin was
the head cheerleader, and on the drill team.

Robin had gone to several local modeling agencies, but none could get her any
work. She couldn't believe that Kristin's pictures appeared in the local papers
when she couldn't even find work. Kristin could never prove that Robin had
stolen her long time boyfriend, but the two had begun dating a short time
after he had broke up with her. Oh how she wished that Robin had gotten Bob's
sick attention, instead of her.

She spent the week at school as normally as she could, trying to concentrate
on her classes, and forgetting the horrors that she had endured. She watched
the Wilson's child twice that week, and had been too preoccupied with her own
worries and problems, to notice that Mr. Wilson didn't look at, or even talk
to her. She would fall apart when she was alone, her mind would drift back to
the events of the past weekend, the things she had done, and the things that
had been done to her. She couldn't believe that she had done all the sinful
things she had, but it was too late now. She knew that Bob was far from
finished with her, but she feared what would happen by not obeying more than
she did, as she went through another weekend like that.

When she showed up at his studio that first Friday, she was surprised to find
he had her conduct a normal shoot. There was a male model there whom she didn't
know, but he seemed to hate Bob, and being there, as much as she did. The
shoot lasted about an hour and a half, and as soon as Bob said, "That's a
wrap." the young man hurried out of the studio. 

Kristin wasn't so lucky, as soon as Bob set up his video equipment, she was 
forced to please him. He used her as he wished, after he questioned and then 
inspected her, to make sure that she had done as he had ordered. 

She was sent home that night with a new tape of noise, and a stuffed teddy
bear. Bob had shown her the hidden compartment in the bear, and the two
vibrators that he had hidden inside of it. He ordered her to use the two
devices on herself an hour each night, filling both her cunt and ass with the
dildos.

Saturday morning, she arrived at Bob's house at 9:00 A.M., as ordered. She was
forced to change, and then taken back down to his basement again. The room had
been changed, and the bright colors of the week before now gone. It was now
more drab, almost dungeon like. She was again given a drink of the strange
liquid, before Bob tied her to the bed. Next he applied the pads to her eyes,
and placed the small ear buds in her ears. She listened to the noise again, as
she waited for what was to come. Soon she felt a presence close to her, on the
bed. She felt what she thought was a hand running up her leg. Then another on
her other leg, the hands, if that's what they were, rubbed something over her
body. Soon she felt a hand on her arm, rubbing the liquid into her skin. She
felt her legs begin to tingle, as a sensation unlike any she had ever felt,
ran up her legs, then her left arm. A hand coated her right arm with the
substance, and soon it to danced with the same sensation that was running over
her other extremities.

She never felt the needle inject its contents into her. She felt overwhelmed,
and unable to track what or who touched her body, until she felt the thin tank
top that she had been given to wear, cut from her body. Next she felt the blade
slicing the denim shorts from her hips, and found herself tied nude to the bed
in moments. Next the hands returned, rubbing the liquid across her newly
exposed skin. Within minutes, every inch of her skin danced with the strange
feelings racing across its surface. She felt what she thought was a finger
slide into her exposed cunt. It explored around inside of her for several
minutes, spreading the new sensation to her most sensitive, private areas. 

Her mind raced, as her thoughts began to blur. She felt like she was in dream,
as time seemed to stand still. When she awoke to the water hitting her body,
hours later, she thought that she remembered something cold slivering over her
body, wrapping around her legs and forced inside of her. As she sat up on the
bed, she gazed between her still spread legs, her cunt was gaped open, as
fluids flowed freely from it.

Bob led her upstairs, and had her clean herself up. She gave herself her first
douche, and showered as he had instructed. She noticed that the small black
hairs that had covered her body, washed away in the shower, unsure where they
had come from.

When she had finished cleaning herself up, she was led naked downstairs again.
A group of four older men were there to train her, she was told. For the next
six hours, she was directed and told how to please a man with her body. She
was given instructions on how to give head, lick a man's balls, and tongue his
ass. She was critiqued on how she rode a man's cock, taking a dick in her ass,
and worst of all, how to please three men all at the same time.

When she was finally released, she was told to check her e-mail, and do as she
had been ordered the previous weekend. She followed all of Bob's demands, not
wanting to anger him. Her first night with the vibrator's, she was almost too
humiliated to do as she had been told, but after forcing herself to do it, she
found it most exciting. The one night that she had forgotten to listen to her
tape, she found it impossible to sleep, until she remembered to put her
headphones on.

She went through much the same routine for the next two weeks, as Bob continued
to "train her", as he called it. Each week he supplied her with a new tape,
and larger vibrators, upping the time that she had to spend with them fucking
into her cunt and ass.

By the third week, her cunt no longer hurt from the abuse that it received,
and her group of trainers had little to complain about, as she serviced the
four men all at once. Her resistance was now gone, and she accepted the fact
that she was now Bob's slave.

*******************************************************************

Two weeks after Bob had Jim use Kristin, and still he wouldn't take his calls,
he sent him several E-mails, but they had all been returned, rejected by Jim's
mail server. He had driven by the Wilson's a few times, but never saw Jim's
car there, until now. It was a Wednesday, and Bob knew that Kristin wasn't
there, so he parked his car and rang the doorbell. 

Brenda Wilson answered the door, still wearing her workout clothes from the
gym. The thirty year old stewardess still looked good, Bob thought, as she
greeted him. He had met her only once before, when he had taken their family
portrait for them. She had worn a bland brown jacket and slacks that day, and
Bob hadn't seen how shapely the young mother truly was. 

"Oh, hello Bob." she greeted him. "Here to see Jim?" she asked.

"Yes mam." he answered politely.

"More computer problems?" she asked, trying to make polite conversation. 

"No mam, more of a social call this time." he said.

"Good, he needs to talk to someone. He's been moping' around here for weeks.
He barely eats or sleeps, and I don't think that he's said two words to me or
Tye in a week." she said.

"Really, what's wrong?"  Bob asked, acting concerned about his friend.

"I don't know. I thought maybe he was having trouble at work, but he says that
everything's fine. You're just about the only friend he's got. In fact, if
this went on much longer, I was going to call you to talk to him myself." she
was saying, just when Jim popped his head out into the hallway, to see Bob
talking to his wife.

"Don't talk to him!" he screamed angrily at her. 

"So you do remember how to talk." she said to Jim.

"What the hell do you want?" he screamed at Bob, ignoring his wife's remark.

"Hey I just came by to talk to you old buddy." Bob answered timidly. 

Jim looked at his wife, and worried what Bob would do if he refused, so he
answered. "Fine in my office." he said, pointing for Bob to enter the room.

Bob gave Brenda a worried look, as he walked past her to Jim's office. 

"I thought that you would have figured out that I don't want to talk to you by
now!" Jim said hatefully, as he slammed the door. "What the hell are you doing
here?" he shouted.

"Hey, we had a deal. I kept my end of the deal, and you got what you wanted.
Now what the hell is you problem?" Bob shot back, no longer playing timid.

"What I wanted! I never wanted that. I don't know what you did to that girl,
but it's wrong, and I'm not going to let you get away with it." Jim shot back
not backing down.

"Really, what are you going do? Are you going to tell the kid that you know
what she's been doing? Tell her parent's maybe? Huh, what? Anyone you tell,
you'll also have to tell them how you know. Are you going to do that Jimmy
boy?" Bob shot back quietly

Jim stopped, he thought about what Bob had just said, then holding his head up
high, he said, "Yes, I'll, I'll do whatever I have to do."

Bob reached into his coat, and pulled out a stack of photos "So I guess that
means you're ready to give up your family, your wife and son, and go to jail
as a child pornographer, and a rapist then." Bob said, holding up a picture of
Kristin naked in Bob's shower. 

"What the hell are you talking about? You'll be the one going to jail, you son
of a bitch!" Jim retorted angrily.

"Will I? Lets see, you're the one photographing and selling nude pictures of
minors." Bob said, holding up the photo of Kristin in the shower. "You're the
one who'll get charged with statutory rape." he said, flipping a photo to Jim.

Jim caught the photo and stared at it dumfounded. The photo showed him and 
Kristin lying in his bed together, making love. 

"You're the one who'll lose his family, his job, his whole life, not me." Bob
finished, tossing the remaining photos to the ground. He waited five minutes
for Jim to respond, but the man said nothing, as he stood staring at the
photos dumbfounded.

"Well I just came over for the tapes of her calls anyway, you still keep those
in your desk drawer, old buddy?" Bob finally said, walking to Jim's desk, and
taking the tapes that he found there. 

"I'll leave these here for you to think about, and when you decide if you want
to go public with this, you just let me know." Bob said, walking out the door.

Jim Wilson stood there looking at the photo of him having sex with his
babysitter, in the bed that he shared with his wife. The date stamp on the
photo showed it to be six months old. Jim knew this couldn't be true, but it
would be enough to end his marriage, and send him to jail for some time
nonetheless.

As Bob walked out of the Wilson's house, he was stopped by Brenda, who had
changed, and was now wearing a pair of shorts and a small tee-shirt.

"Bob I heard some yelling in there. Is everything okay? I'm very worried about
Jim?" she asked, with a worried look on her face.

"Yeah, me too, he needs a lot of help. I want to help him, but I don't think
it would be good for him to see us talking right now, as paranoid as he's
gotten. Is there some place where we can meet and talk about it?" he asked
her, as caringly as he could.

"Well I can't leave tonight, but how about for lunch on Sunday? I'm working a
flight that gets back Sunday morning, and I'll just tell Jim that we got in
late." Brenda said.

"Okay, where would you like to meet?" he asked, as though he had no ideas.

"How about the Applebee's out by the mall? " she asked.

"Yeah, that sounds great. What time?" he replied

"Let's say noon, can I get your card, that way I can call you, if my flight
really is delayed?" she asked.

"Sure." he said, digging into his pocket for a card. "Oh wait, what if someone
sees us and tells Jim? He'll think we're out to get him." Bob said.

"You're right, good thinking. Well I don't know. How about someplace out by
the airport, that's far enough away from here? How about the Chile's?" she
asked.

"Yeah, but they'll be packed on a Sunday at lunch, and someone from the
airport might recognize you with someone other than your husband, and get the
wrong idea." he said.

"Well I don't know, can you think of someplace better?" Brenda asked, not sure
that there was a good place.

"Well there's that little bar and grill, what's it called, oh yeah, "On the
Border" or something like that. They have pretty good food?" Bob said, not
telling her that the owner was a regular customer of his.

"Oh I don't think that they're open during the day sorry." she said, trying to
think of some place else.

"Yes they are, they just started opening for lunch a couple of weeks ago. They
haven't built up much lunch-time business yet, so I doubt that anyone there
would recognize either one of us." Bob said hopefully. If he could get her
there, he would have her to himself.

"Well, if they're open, I guess that sounds good." she said reluctantly.

"Okay, well call me if there's a problem, otherwise, I'll expect to see you at
noon. Don't worry I'll check on Jim over the weekend, to make sure he's doing
alright." Bob told her.

Bob went home and began making phone call's. If he could pull it off, little
Mrs. Brenda Wilson would soon be a party animal, and who knows, if things went
really well, maybe he could lure her into his service, just like poor Kristin.

He was able to talk John into opening the bar early for a private party, he
only had to offer him a little of the maid of honor's time. He told him to
pick his favorite cook and waiter to join in the fun. Next he called Reggie
and asked him for another favor. He now had the place, the guest, and the
special ingredients he would need.

He began digging through the old tapes of phone calls from Jim's house,
splicing together the parts that he wanted, from when Brenda called home from
out of town. Now he was ready for Sunday. He just prayed that her flight would
be on time, and not delayed somewhere.

Friday he satisfied his growing desires using Kristin, as he had for a month
now. He knew that she would soon begin to worry about being pregnant, but that
was just what he wanted. The first weekend he had used her, he had given her a
triple dose of birth control pills, as well as an injection of Depo-Provera, a
morning after birth control medication. The two large doses of hormones helped
to ensure that she wouldn't become pregnant, but also that she wouldn't cycle,
as she was used to.

As he had the past two Saturdays, he drugged Kristin in the morning, and shot
a custom video with her. This week he bound and abused her with a number of
mechanical devices, just as his rich client had asked for. He had chosen only
the video requests that had requested that the girl be unconscious for her
ordeal, until she had completed her training, although those films where down
to slim pickings by this point.

Bob was the member of an exclusive web site, that specialized in custom made
videos. The site was hosted in a one of the former Soviet Republics, where the
laws didn't prohibit such things. Wealthy men would post their wish list of
what they would like to see in different films, sometimes even writing the
scripts and screen plays. Then photographers or producers would send pictures
of models for the client's approval. Once the client accepted a model, the
buyer would place the money in escrow, until the producer delivered the film
to them. The films usually paid between $5,000.00 and $50,000.00, with some,
say that asked for snuff scenes, and the like, paying as much as $500,000.00.

Producers could also place pictures of their models on the site, and wait for
proposals from buyers. Bob had made several films for people on the site, but
had always used willing models, who would agree to do the scenes in exchange
for being well paid. But now that he had Kristin, who would have to do whatever
he wanted, he saw his potential for profits climb through the roof. He had
posted her photos on the site, and already received several proposals for jobs
for her. He quickly accepted four of the five jobs offered to her, only
turning down the requested to have her raped to death by a large bull, while
her throat is pressed into a razor blade. No need to kill of his potential
gold mine, not to mention Bob may be many things, but he surely wasn't a
killer.

Before he had used the mechanical tentacles to rape her for a video, he had
made two other videos with her. The first was of her being raped by a large
Doberman Pincher, then a giant python wrapped itself around her legs, before
he forced its head into her cunt. The second week wasn't near as exciting, as
he filmed a client, who had flown in from the coast to rape her, while he
strangled her with a neck tie.

He had made $35,000.00 dollars on Kristin in just two weeks, and savored the
thought of another woman to add to his income. Her training was crucial to his
success, if he was to take any of the higher paying jobs, she'd have to be
able to take a good deal of abuse, without freaking out, and that's just what
he was training her for.

He had his friends train her in every conceivable way to pleasure a man. Next
week he would see if she was ready for what he had planned for her. 

He sent her home with instructions to use the ten inch dildos on herself for
two hours a night, and then lick each clean by taking them completely into her
throat. This weeks tape would instruct her to always ask the man to ejaculate
in her mouth, and then to show it to her lover on her tongue, before swallowing
it. She had progressed so far, so quickly, that Bob was most pleased, he had
never had such total control over a woman before, and he loved it. He never
thought that the subliminal suggestions would have such a powerful effect on
her. It had been a month, since programming her to react like a cock starved
whore while having her nipples pinched, and pinching her nipples still drove
her mad, to have a man cum inside of her.

Sunday came, and Bob was as excited as a five year old on Christmas morning.
He knew what could come of this, if he played his cards just right, and he was
determined to do just that. Having one woman, to do with as he pleased, was
incredible, but the thought of having two was more than he could have ever
hoped for.

He waited at the bar from 10:30 on. He and Reggie had set up the cameras, and
now waited for their prey. It was now 11:50 A.M. and still Brenda hadn't
called. Bob only hoped that she hadn't forgotten their meeting. At five minutes
before noon she walked in. As soon as she entered, John the owner wondered
into the alcove that was the entrance, to lock the door, and turn the 'Open'
sign down to show that they were closed. He then took down the sign showing
that they opened at 11:00 A.M., and replaced it with they're regular sign,
showing that they opened at 5:00 P.M.

Brenda had walked in and saw Bob almost immediately. She wondered over to join
him. She had taken a quick survey of the dimly lit room, not really noticing
that out of the 5 people there, she was the only woman. As she sat down, Bob
motioned to the waiter, the waiter quickly brought over two long island iced
teas. Brenda didn't really know Bob, so she opted just to drink the tea,
feeling totally secure with her husband's friend.

They ordered their food, as soon as Brenda had gotten a chance to look over
the menu. By the time the food had arrived, Brenda was feeling happy, and had
trouble concentrating. She hadn't even realized that they hadn't talked about
Jim at all. Instead Bob had guided the conversation around to her sex life
with Jim. He had asked her the regular questions a stewardess would expect to
hear. No she wasn't a member of the mile high club, no she had never slept
with a passenger. Yes she had always been faithful. 

Soon Bob discovered she had only experience four different men in her life,
the most daring place that she had ever had sex, was in the back seat of her
boyfriends car in high school. As Bob watched the drugs take over her mind, he
could see that she would soon be breaking some of her personal records shortly.

Brenda took the glass of wine that was served with her meal, even though she
knew that she had ordered a Diet Coke. When she had finished the food, she
excused herself, and went to the restroom. While she was gone, the cook and
waiter had taken seats near her table, and waited for the show to start. 

As Brenda returned from the restroom, she hadn't noticed that the lights had
been dimmed, and a sensual song oozed from the speakers. She fell into her
chair, not even noticing all of the mens eyes were now trained on her. She
never had a second thought, as she watched Reggie train the video camera on
her face.

Bob waited for her to focus her attention back on him, before he began talking
to her again. She sat there and listened, unaffected by what he said, as he
suggested that she unbutton the top two buttons on her uniform, saying that
they made her look stuffy. She gave no thought as to doing as he said, as she
opened the buttons, as he requested. 

Seeing her do as he suggested, he decided to see how far she would go. He told
her that he bet that she would put on a hell of a show, when she would do a
striptease for Jim. She giggled at him, telling him that she never did dance
for Jim. That's when Bob told her that he would like to see her dance.

At his request, she rose from her chair, and seeing him motioning towards the
stage, she walked up the three steps, and began to dance for him. After five
minutes of trying to imitate the dancing that she had seen in movies, the men
in the room began chanting, "take it off", and again she did as she was asked.
Soon she was down to just her panties, after mindlessly dropping her other
clothing to the ground. The chants had turned into "give us a show", and so
she tried to do just that. She wrapped her leg around a metal pipe, as
seductively as she could, and then slid her panties down her long shapely legs,
before twirling them around her index finger, as she held her hand about
shoulder height. She was now dancing totally naked, in front of a room full of
strange men.

She knew deep down inside that what she was doing was wrong, and figured that
something must have been put into her drink, but she nevertheless couldn't
stop herself from doing it. She also had no idea that she would have no memory
of any of this in the morning. She hadn't noticed when Bob went off to make
his call. His young friend the model, should be distracting Jim Wilson right
about now, so Bob called, using the recording, in Brenda's own voice, that he
had made from the tapes that he had picked up, and left a message on the
Wilson's answering machine, which told Jim that Brenda had taken a flight for
her friend Lucy, who had paid her $400.00 in cash to cover the flight. She
also told him that she wouldn't be home until Wednesday, and that she missed
him. Bob knew that she had done this before, and Jim would think nothing of it.

His plan had worked, he now had the sweet Mrs. Wilson, and her services until
Wednesday at 5:30 P.M. He returned to the room, to find that someone had
suggested that she suck his cock. As he watched Brenda nursing one of Reggie's
friend's dicks into her mouth, he broke out one of his digital cameras, to get
some stills of her in action. After sucking the well hung young man to total
erection, it was suggested that she beg him to fuck her.

Bob couldn't believe the sight, as Mrs. Wilson begged the total stranger to
fuck her. Not needing the encouragement to begin with, he happily complied.
She soon found herself with his dick stuffed in her precious, unprotected cunt.
Just then, someone else suggested that she might like to have another cock to
suck on. And again she agreed, and begged for someone to let her suck on their
cock. He encouraged John to help the young woman, and so he did. Soon Brenda
found that she was eagerly sucking one man off, while another was very
satisfactorily pumping away in her cunt.

She repeated these actions again and again. Before tonight, she had only had
sex once in a night, and with only one man at a time. She was now being stuffed
by a third cock in less than forty minutes. She was oblivious to her actions,
and to what was going on around her, and as she was flipped and turned from
one position to another, while she could only manage whimpers of pleasure. Bob
and Reggie filmed away as the young wife seemingly happily serviced one man
after another. She was flipped this way and that, as each of the seven men
came inside of her cunt and mouth. Soon her cunt was dripping with the sperm
from the men using her.

When everyone in the group, but Bob and Reggie had used her once, with several
of the men ready for a second go at her. She found herself agreeing with John,
when he told her she'd probably like to get fucked in the ass. Soon after she
had sucked his cock back to full erection, she was begging him to stuff his
large prick into her ass. Although she was begging him to do it, nothing could
have prepared her for the pain that came with her first anal intrusion. She
was screaming in pain, and gritting her teeth, as he worked his larger than
average cock into her virgin ass hole.

John continued his assault on her anus, without an interruption, even as she
begged him to stop. She had finally stopped screaming that it was killing her,
by the time that he finally climaxed inside of her. She had no idea how lucky
she was, that his sperm would lubricate her ass, as Big Rick stepped up for
his turn at her tight sphincter. Reggie had used Big Rick in several of his
films, because of the unbelievable size of his massive cock. It was over
twelve inches in length, when fully erect, and over two inches thick as well.
By the time that Big Rick had used her cunt, Brenda had already been too
stretched out, to fully appreciate his massive size.

As Brenda lay there, trying to recuperate from John's abuse of her ass, Rick
asked her if she would like him to fill her now empty ass. To her horror, she
found herself enthusiastically telling him 'Yes." even as her mind and body
screamed "NO!"

She reeled in pain, as his giant cock pressed against her already sore and
punished anal opening. The pain, as the massive head of his dick pressed past
the outer ring of her sphincter, was excruciating. As he drove his massive
prick deeper into her, the pain increased exponentially. Soon she was coughing
and gagging, in between cries of pain. As he neared closer to fully burying
his massive tool inside of her, she had finally had too much of the pain, the
drugs, and the exhaustion of it all was too much for her, and she passed out
impaled on the massive dick in her ass.

