I think I should explain this one. A while ago, someone made a request in the comments for “Kids React to Hypnosis Videos” based on the “Kids React” YouTube series. I had a story idea for that but it felt strange to write stories about real kids. Now I feel like I was being hypocritical. My philosophy in a nutshell is that writers in this genre should be free to write any stories they want because it is all fiction. On top of that, I never felt odd about writing my fan fiction stories even though those technically related to real people. So to overcome my hypocrisy, I wrote this fan fiction story of Kids React. Plus, it was a fun idea.
Marlhy gaped at the laptop, her small mouth hanging open as she stared at the overlapping spirals swirling on the screen. Nearby, the Fine brothers stirred uncertainly behind the camera. The entire point of their YouTube series “Kids React” was to film kids reacting to videos and other things of cultural significance. This episode, suggested by YouTube comments, was shaping up to be one of the most boring. Marlhy, and the other kids on React, had been lively enough during the first two selected videos, providing their thoughts – mostly derisive – as the hypnosis videos attempted to put them into a trance. This third video was the one during which the kids always grew quiet. They were so unresponsive that most of the segment would have to be left out of the final cut. There was nothing interesting about watching children staring blankly at a screen. Marlhy was as placid as the others had been, until like everyone else, when the video ended.
“That was dumb,” Marlhy chirped, returning to her usual bright demeanor when the video cut out. The Fine brothers exchanged looks. That was the first thing every kid said after watching the video. Of course, the brothers had vetted all three hypnosis videos themselves, and neither of them had responded in that way. There was surely no way that Marlhy or any other kids had actually been entranced by the video. With a sigh, the brothers began their standard questions:
“First of all, do you know what the videos were trying to do?”
Marlhy chattered happily on the car ride home, answering her mother's questions about school and the latest React episode. The little girl reported nothing amiss and rolled her eyes along with her mother when discussing the ineffective hypnosis videos. The car ride ended as it did every day of the school week: Marlhy's mother stopped the little girl with her hand on the car door and made her promise to finish her homework before watching TV or going online. Marlhy agreed and vanished into their house as her mother finished parking.
Upstairs, in her bedroom, Marlhy dropped her backpack on the floor and picked up the family's iPad from her desk. The preteen rarely tried to get away with fun before finishing her homework, because her parents always seemed to find out. Today, though, the blonde girl did not so much as hesitate. She opened a browser and typed in a URL she had never visited before. It was an open chat room but one that could only be found through its specific URL. A dialogue box prompted Marlhy for her name, which she typed out. Only one other person was in the room, under the name “Master” and with a status showing he had been inactive for an hour. Marlhy clicked on the username and a chat box opened. One minute after she sent her first message, the status of “Master” changed from “Inactive” to “Online” and he began replying.
You: i am ready
Master: Name?
You: marlhy murphy
Master: ASL?
You: what?
Master: What is your age, sex, location?
You: 9 girl LA
You: california
Master: Are you home?
You: yes
Master: Are you alone?
You: yes
Master: Is anyone else home?
You: yes
Master: Who?
You: my mom
Master: Open this link and show it to her. Do not look at it yourself. When she says “I am ready,” tell her that master wants to talk with you. Tell me when you are done.
You: ok
Marlhy tapped on the link and briefly saw swirling black and white before she tipped the tablet away from her face. The little girl left her room, hugging the device against her flat chest, and went downstairs to the kitchen table, where her mom was sitting with a newspaper spread out around her.
“Mom, look what I got,” Marlhy aggressively held out the tablet under her mother's nose.
“What are-” Mrs. Murphy looked down at the spinning pattern on the screen. Shortly, she appeared to switch from talking to her daughter to talking to the screen. “No... I'm not... don't... want... Yes... yes... yes...”
Mrs. Murphy had fallen silent for almost two minutes, staring vacantly at the screen, before she mumbled, “I am ready.”
“Mom, Master wants to talk with me,” Marlhy informed her mother.
The woman turned away from the screen quickly, as if she had not been staring at it for several minutes. Speaking normally, Mrs. Murphy nodded her head and said, “Get going then. You shouldn't keep him waiting.”
Marlhy nodded and turned to go, the tablet clutched in one hand, but Mrs. Murphy stopped her and she turned back. Her mom reached out and tucked back some of Marlhy's hair that was tickling her cheek. When Marlhy rolled her eyes and pulled back, Mrs. Murphy reminded her, “You've got to look good. Otherwise Master may go out and find a prettier slave.”
“I know,” the little girl whined, still pulling away. She turned away again and scampered from the room with the tablet, calling back an excuse as she ran upstairs. “I gotta go. Master's waiting.”
You: i did it
Master: Good girl. Will anyone else come home today?
You: my dad tonight
Master: No one else?
You: no its only us
Master: Okay. When he gets home, show him this link. Do not look at it yourself or show it to your mom. When he says “I am ready” you can close the link.
You: ok
Master: Marlhy are you ready to be a slave?
You: i am ready
Master: [Master invited you to video chat]
Marlhy pressed her finger against the accept button on the screen. The chat window shrunk to the left and two boxes popped up on the right side. The top square remained black but Marlhy could see herself in the bottom box, filling it entirely because she was holding the tablet so close. On the left side of the screen, the chat continued.
Master: You can talk now instead of typing. Put the laptop where I can see you and then sit a little farther back.
“It's a tablet,” Marlhy corrected, looking for anything she could use as a stand. She finally rested the device against the footboard of her bed while she sat on her pillow by the headboard.
Master: Take off all of your clothes.
“Yes, Master,” the little girl answered, pulling her shirt over her head by its hem. She squirmed back and forth on the bed as she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to her feet along with her underwear. When she was naked, and had kicked her clothes onto the floor next to her bed, Marlhy saw that the tablet had fallen forward while she had stripped. She picked it up from its face-down position and saw the next message.
Master: I couldn't see it all. That was very bad. Tell your mom I said to come here.
“Okay,” Marlhy twisted her hands worriedly. She slid off of her bed and padded to the door of her bedroom. She opened the door and called out, “Mom, Master said to come here.”
Scuffling sounds drifted upstairs as Mrs. Murphy left the kitchen and began the climb. When she rounded the corner from the staircase and saw Marlhy standing naked in the doorway and on the verge of tears, Mrs. Murphy asked, “What's wrong?”
The nine-year-old buried her face in her mother's shirt, something she had not done for years, and said, “Master said I was very bad.”
A stern expression fell over the woman's face. In a serious voice, Marlhy's mother told her, “Then you know you've been bad. Master is always right, sweetie. What did you do?”
“I don't know,” the blonde girl said defensively, bordering on a lie. She slunk back to her bed, ignoring her own nudity even as her mother was. Marlhy picked up the tablet and saw a new message.
Master: Your mom will spank you 10 times for being bad. Do it so I can see your little ass turn red.
Marlhy grimaced and passed the tablet to her mother, who shook her head after reading the text. At the woman's direction, Marlhy got on her hands and knees on the floor. Her mother leaned the tablet against one of the bed legs, pointing at Marlhy's bald pussy and tiny butt cheeks, so that the spanking would not knock over the device. With little sympathy, Marlhy's mother began the spanking. The nine-year-old yelped after each of the first two slaps but gritted her teeth after that. Even worse than the physical pain was knowing that she had made her master unhappy.
A long pause let Marlhy know that she had lost count and that the punishment was over. Gingerly and still on all fours, she turned around. She reflexively sat up on her knees and then instantly hunched forward again as her stinging butt pressed against her ankles and inflamed the pain. Looking up from her crouch, the blonde saw her mother sitting on the edge of her bed, reading something on the tablet.
“I did okay, right?” Marlhy asked plaintively. “Master likes me again?”
“Yes, honey,” her mother said, glancing up from the screen.
The little girl let out her breath in a whoosh and stood up shakily. Her butt cheeks still throbbed but in her relief she hardly cared. Marlhy wanted her mother to leave now, so that she could keep talking to her master and prove herself to him. Then her mother looked up again and asked a question that drove every free thought from the preteen's head.
“Marlhy are you ready to be a slave?”
“I am ready.”
Marlhy rang the doorbell and turned to wave goodbye as her mother drove away. After nearly two minutes, a deadbolt slid back, the door opened a crack, and a hazel eye blinked in the sunlight. The eye dropped down and then widened with recognition when it saw Marlhy's small form. The door opened further, though not even halfway, and Marlhy found herself looking up at the smiling face of Lia Marie Johnson. Blonde, like Marlhy, the older girl was almost sixteen. Their paths did not cross often since Lia was on Teens React, but she had always been friendly with Marlhy despite their age difference. The little girl returned Lia's infectious smile and ducked inside the house in response to a gesture.
“Hi, Marlhy!” Lia shut the door and locked it with a loud click. The pretty teenager had been wearing a green bathrobe when she answered the door but a casual shrug of her shoulders sent the fuzzy garment sliding down her curves to pool on the floor around her feet. Underneath, Lia was wearing a slinky black bikini top, two triangles making her perky breasts look even fuller. Her bottoms were black as well although they did not appear to be part of a matching set with the top. Silver chains wrapped around the fabric, twining around the teen's hips and between her legs. Four chain ends were joined together at the front of the bikini bottoms by a thick golden lock. A single length of chain ran from the lock at Lia's waist up the front of her tan body and ended at a black leather collar that was wrapped tightly around her neck, and secured with a smaller gold lock. Lia bent to pick up the robe and Marlhy saw a matching chain pulling taut along the older girl's spine, doubtless causing the world's most uncomfortable wedgie as the chains encircling her bottom were pulled up.
“It's pretty cool being a slave but it's almost as fun getting to see everyone from React more. You know? I haven't seen you in, like, forever,” Lia chattered as she draped the bathrobe over a table.
“Uh huh,” Marlhy agreed distractedly. The nine-year-old was looking around curiously but the entryway of the house was sparsely decorated and offered few clues. Her master had told her mother that Marlhy must come here but had not mentioned what she would be doing, only that she should do as she was told. As if a slave needed to be reminded.
“You'll probably be in the Toy Room,” Lia guessed. When Marlhy did not react, the older girl smiled apologetically and added, “I forgot, you haven't even seen the house before, huh? Take off your outside clothes and I'll show you.”
“Okay,” Marlhy agreed. The preteen stripped out of her shirt and jeans, revealing a bikini underneath. The swimsuit was one of Marlhy's normal ones: white with crisscrossing blue and green stripes. Her master had said that she should be wearing something sexy under her clothes but it was more important that she arrive quickly. So Marlhy's mother had taken a pair of scissors to the bikini, turning it crotchless. After dropping off her daughter, Mrs. Murphy was going shopping for lingerie that could be adapted for the petite girl.
“Cute,” Lia said, not sounding entirely impressed as she bent down and looked at the precise cuts in the fabric revealing Marlhy's bald cunny. “More comfortable than mine anyway. But hey, it's not like I had a choice when a client asked.”
“Client?” Marlhy asked, turning her head up to look at the teen after fixing her bikini.
Lia inclined her head incredulously for a moment and then gave a laugh like the peal of a bell. “Oh my god, you mean Master didn't tell you? If he wasn't, like, Master, I'd think he was dumb. Marlhy, this is one of Master's Los Angeles brothels. This is the one for celebrity kids. Come on, I'll show you.”
The teenager's blonde ponytail swished back and forth as, still shaking her head, she took Marlhy's hand and pulled her to a closed door on the first floor. Lia turned the knob quietly and opened the door wide enough for Marlhy to peek inside. The room was set up like a little girl's bedroom, an explosion of pink paint, stuffed animals, and frilly things on every side. Along the wall closest to the door was a setup of professional lighting and film equipment, and two men operating them. The center of the room was dominated by a king size bed, disproportionate in a child's bedroom. Sitting on the pink blanket on the bed was a balding man in his 60s. A tiny brunette girl was crouching between his legs, pointing her flat ass at the camera and sucking him off while the man spoke.
“That's it, baby. Faster. If you don't get me to cum soon, the aliens will take over the world.”
Lia closed the door gently and explained, “Suri gets typecast like that a lot but what can you expect with all the Scientology crap?”
Marlhy shrugged, not recognizing the girl. Lia patted Marlhy's shoulder companionably and steered her to the next room. From the layout of the house, it was probably intended to be the living room since it was an open space with no door.
“Don't worry, the only reason a six-year-old has to do hardcore stuff is because so many people know her parents. You won't have to do anything like that until you get nice and stretched out, like Elle here.”
The pair rounded the corner into the living room and Marlhy saw Elle Nicoletti, a fellow Kids React star. The 10-year-old was naked and laying out on one of three large couches bordering the walls of the room. There were dildos wedged into her pussy and her butt, and she was sucking on another casually without trying to deepthroat. The dark-haired girl was reaching between her legs to force the two dildos in and out of her together. Elle looked up at the two girls as they came in and smiled, which would have been painful for a real dick because it involved baring her teeth around the rubber phallus.
“Elle got here about an hour ago,” Lia explained as she steered Marlhy to the center of the room where there was a large chest full of sex toys in all shapes and sizes. “She's stretching herself so that she'll be ready to take a cock in a week or so. It's kind of like stretching before you exercise.”
Marlhy sat down cross-legged in front of the basket, which stretched the hole cut into her bikini bottoms. The preteen began looking for toys that she could stick inside of herself. Before she had made any selections, an overweight man waddled into the room. He was wearing nothing except his rolls of fat, and a key on a necklace around his neck.
“What's going on, daughter?” the heavy man asked, placing an emphasis on the last word to remind Lia of their roleplay as he addressed her. “I thought you were just answering the door.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” Lia gave the man a bright smile. She gestured to Marlhy, who was looking up at the man, clutching a six-inch lifelike dildo in her right hand. “It was someone new, so we went on a little tour.”
“Aren't you sexy,” the man said appreciatively to the preteen. Marlhy smiled back uncertainly. “How would you like to spend some time with me and your big sister? I've got a thing for blondes.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” Lia said with a giggle, interposing herself between the man and Marlhy. “She isn't ready for real cocks yet.”
The large man regarded the teenager with vague annoyance. “Lia, are you ready to be a slave?”
The blonde girl's hands fell to her sides limply, rattling the chains around her waist. Emotion drained from Lia's face as her eyes went glassy. In a flat voice, the teen said, “I am ready.”
“What is that cutie's name?”
“Marlhy,” Lia mumbled, looking up at the man without focusing on his face.
The man turned his attention to the little blonde still sitting on the floor. “Marlhy, are you ready to be a slave?”
Tension drained from Marlhy as she slumped, barely remaining in a sitting position. The preteen stared at the man with glassy eyes as she answered, “I am ready.”
“Stand up,” the man commanded. While Marlhy stood, the man absentmindedly reached out, slipped a hand under Lia's bikini top, and kneaded a breast. “Ask me to take your virginity.”
“Please take my virginity,” Marlhy echoed, looking at the man blankly.
“Good enough for me,” the man decided. His gaze settled back on Lia and he gave a harder squeeze. “Say your little sister is ready for sex.”
“My little sister is ready for sex,” Lia repeated dully.
“I guess everyone agrees,” the man said, looking from one hypnotized child to the other. “Let's go upstairs for some family bonding.”
The two blonde girls followed the overweight man as he led the way toward the staircase. On the couch, Elle let the dildo in her mouth slip free and slide wetly down her chest until it reached her belly. The girl called after the trio cheerfully, “See you later, Marlhy!”