Stacey showed up at Mr. Scott’s house on Knob Hill right on time. She was dressed casually, which for Stacey meant tight designer jeans, a silk blouse, and a pair of customized sneakers, decorated by, and a gift from, her best friend Claudia. As she rang the doorbell, she took off her designer sunglasses and put them in her equally designer purse.
“Hi, Stacey, you’re looking beautiful as usual,” Mr. Scott said as he opened the door and held it open for her. “How are you doing?”
Stacey smiled, “I’m fine. I’m taking drama at school this year, and it’s really been fun to learn about acting.”
“That’s great, Stacey, with your looks and poise, you’ll make a great actress.”
“Thank you, Mr. Scott.”
“Just remember, when you’re a famous actress, give my regards to Broadway.” As he said this, Stacey’s blue eyes went glassy and her expression went blank.
“Ah, Stacey, it is always a special pleasure when you visit for one of our fun afternoons. I couldn’t resist having an extended session with you. That’s why I booked you for a longer time this time. And I have some surprises for you. Why don’t you go upstairs and put on the outfit I set out for you, then come downstairs to the basement—or should I say, dungeon?” He chuckled at a private joke.
The basement had been decorated to look like a dungeon. The walls looked like stone, with shackles hanging from them at various places. The lighting was from flickering torches in sconces on the wall, which gave the room an eerie, gothic atmosphere. In the center of the room, where Mr. Scott stood, there was a stone slab—well, it looked like a stone slab, it actually was foam rubber, and the top was more like a mattress than rough stone. At the four corners were lengths of yarn that ended in loops.
When Stacey joined him in the basement, she was still glassy-eyed, clearly in a trance. Stacey looked more beautiful than ever. She wore a blue dress trimmed with white ruffles at the sleeves and bodice. It came down modestly to just above her knees. Her legs were covered by white stockings decorated with a floral pattern. On her feet she had black leather Mary Janes with a conservative 1” heel. Her hair framed her face, and she wore only light makeup. Not at all the New York fashion she usually wore, she looked sweet and innocent, instead of the sophisticated look she normally tried so hard to pull off.
Stacey walked into the room robotically, not looking around or showing any emotion. Mr. Scott led her to the ‘stone slab’ and had her climb up on it and lie down. He took the yarn loops on the four corners, and put them around her wrists and ankles, tightening them snugly.
“Stacey, when I snap my fingers, you will wake up. You will not recognize me; you will not know where you are or how you got here. In your mind, you will be shackled with unbreakable iron on a hard, unforgiving stone slab. The dungeon will look real, and terrifying. The whips and other torture implements will look frighteningly real, and they will feel real. But terrified as you are, you will also be turned on. The more mistreatment you endure, the more aroused you will be.” Saying this, he picked up a cat-o-nine-tails, which looked threatening, but actually was harmless—the lashes were cloth strips, not leather.
He snapped his fingers. Stacey immediately opened her eyes and looked around. When she saw him, she said, “Who are you? Where am I? What are you going to do to me?”
She lifted her arms and saw the shackles on her wrists. In her mind, she struggled with all her might to free herself; in reality she barely tugged on them. He said nothing to her, merely held up the cat-o-nine-tails. He stroked her legs with it, moving her skirt up as he put his other hand on her exposed thigh.
“Let me go!” Stacey wailed, as she recoiled from his touch. “I swear, I won’t tell anyone, just let me go!”
Mr. Scott looked over to the corner of the room and motioned. Two figures in black stepped forward. “Prepare her,” was all he said.
Stacey looked at the two figures as they moved to either side of her, then recognized them. “Kristy? Claudia? What are you doing? Who is that guy? Help me.”
Her friends were dressed in matching black leather dresses. They were strapless, their small boobs almost spilling out the top. They wore black leather fingerless opera gloves, dark red lipstick, and dark eye makeup. Kristy wore a black wig over her brown hair to match Claudia’s. The only difference between them was that Claudia, the taller of the two, wore thigh-high leather boots, while Kristy wore black stay-up stockings and shiny leather ankle boots.
“The master has commanded that you be punished,” they said in eerie unison.
“No-oo, don’t hurt me!” Stacey wailed. She began crying.
Kristy and Claudia each took out a large knife and began cutting her dress. Stacey squirmed, vainly trying to free herself. She wailed pitifully as each piece of clothing was cut off and removed. As Claudia cut the straps off Stacey's cute white lace bra, she playfully stroked Stacey’s perfect cupcake breasts, then pinched her nipples. Stacey squirmed at this, as Claudia picked up a small lash that was actually made of yarn, and began playing it over her tits. Stacey howled in pain, her imagination feeling the leather biting her tender skin. Red stripes appeared on her skin where the ‘lash’ hit her.
Meanwhile, Kristy had removed her shoes and cut her beautiful patterned tights until she could pull them off her feet. All Stacey was wearing now was a pair of white silk panties. The crotch of the panties was damp, which had rendered them almost transparent. Kristy set down the scissors, then cupped the crotch, stroking her blonde friend’s inner thighs with her other hand. She pulled the crotch of the panties aside, and stroked the hot, wet pussy underneath. Suddenly, while her left hand continued to stroke Stacey’s pussy, she brought her right hand around and swatted her ass. Stacey screeched, her mind magnifying the light slap to a painful attack.
Claudia bent over and began sucking on Stacey’s tits, licking and lightly biting the nipples. Down below, Kristy picked up the scissors and cut the wet sticky panties to reveal a cute little pussy with a light coating of blonde hair. Kristy stroked the bare pussy with her fingers, stimulating Stacey’s clit.
Claudia, meanwhile, picked up a pair of plastic chip clips, and clipped them to her friend’s hard nipples. Although the plastic hardly pressed into the skin at all, Stacey screamed once again.
“Claudia, no! Take them off! Oww!” Stacey screamed, twisting her upper body in agony.
Claudia laughed evilly and left them on as she moved down to where she was even with Kristy. She had the ‘lash’ in her hand, and she flicked it on Stacey’s upper thighs. Stacey screamed again, and with the power of suggestion, red stripes appeared on her thighs where she imagined the savage lash cutting into her tender skin. At the same time, Kristy noticed that Stacey’s pussy was getting even wetter.
As Claudia teased her beautiful prisoner, alternating between stroking her and plying her with the lash, Kristy picked up a slim black vibrator and held it up. What Stacey saw was a huge menacing black phallus the size of a baseball bat. Her eyes got large, and she struggled in vain against her shackles.
“Kristy, what are you doing with that? You can’t use that on me, it will split me open! I’m a virgin. Please!” Stacey pleaded.
“Master wants you prepared.” Kristy said, smiling evilly. She couldn’t help noticing that for a ‘virgin,’ her friend’s pussy seemed awfully ready to be fucked—it was leaking profusely, the lips were red and puffy, and when Kristy put the tip of her finger to the opening, it parted easily. She flicked on the vibrator, then put it next to Stacey’s clit. Stacey jerked her body and moaned.
Kristy slowly pushed the vibrator into the blonde’s snatch, as Stacey writhed in imagined agony. At the same time, she came hard, soaking Kristy’s hands with girl-juice.
Deciding that Stacey was ready for the next phase, Mr. Scott stepped up, dismissing his assistants with a gesture. He was wearing black leather chaps and a matching hood over his head that had cutouts for his eyes, nose, and mouth. He was actually sweating in the getup, but it terrified the luscious fourteen-year-old. Stacey raised up and saw him coming toward her, his erect cock magnified in her eyes and pointing straight at her. She screamed. He moved between her legs and pulled her into position so that he could fuck her pussy.
“Don’t rape me! I’m a good girl! Please!” she pleaded as he slipped his cock into her dripping pussy. He continued to fuck her relentlessly. He noticed that Kristy and Claudia had embraced, and were kissing each other passionately. They each had a hand in the other’s panties, and appeared to be bringing each other off.
As he continued to fuck her, Stacey’s pleading had slowly changed. “Rape me! Oh, god, that feels so good! I don’t wanna be a good girl; I’m gonna cum!” She was now pushing back against his thrusts as he sped up. It didn’t take long for Mr. Scott to cum. He pulled out and splashed cum all over her thighs and pussy.
Stacey appeared to have passed out from her orgasm. He heard noises and looked up at Kristy and Claudia, and saw that they had brought themselves off too. He paused, giving them time to recover. Stacey might be out of commission for a while, but that didn’t mean he was through. Would he fuck Kristy and Claudia? In a New York Minute.
“Well, you know how rambunctious little Reggie can get,” Stacey was saying, after everyone had gotten to Claudia’s room for the Baby-Sitters Club meeting the following Tuesday. “I didn’t even notice it until I got home. After five hours of babysitting, I was exhausted. I guess I must have gotten scratched by some thorns or something.”
She was showing the other girls the angry red marks on her thighs. She was wearing a short sleeved sweater and a matching pair of shorts, with kneesocks, and a cute pair of ankle boots with a modest 2” heel. The socks matched the hairband in her hair. “It hurt a little Sunday, but now it’s just a little sensitive. I had to wear pants to school yesterday and today—I didn’t want somebody to think I’d gotten whipped or something.”
The girls giggled at the image. Kristy laughed, “Boy, you had a time of it, Stacey. Claudia and I decided to rent a couple of old horror movies Saturday night, so we ended up eating junk food and sleeping over at my house.”
“Yeah, but they gave me nightmares,” Claudia said, crinkling her nose and brushing her long hair out of her face. “I dreamt I was locked up in a dungeon with Kristy and Stacey, and some guy in a black mask was tying Stacey to a stone slab.”
“So what happened?” Mary Anne asked, laughing.
“I don’t remember; I woke up before anything else happened.” Claudia said, as the girls erupted in giggles.
“Well, despite what happened, it was worth it. Mr. Scott gave me a nice tip for working longer hours.”
About that time, the phone rang, and Kristy answered it. “Oh, hi, Mr. Scott! You need a babysitter for this weekend? I’ll check who is free and call you right back.”
Hanging up the phone, Kristy looked at the other club members. “Mr. Scott says he needs a babysitter for little Reggie Sunday. Who’s free?”
Okay, that finishes up the series. Of course, there is Cokie Masters, the cute red-head that is the Baby-Sitters Club’s nemesis. And what about the kids the Club babysits? Will Mr. Scott be able to lure them up to the House on Knob Hill? Or does he need to?
I appreciate comments and suggestions if you want me to continue with this series.
