************************************************************************ This is a copyrighted work. Copyright by Stuffin. Reposting or any other DISCLAIMER: Email to [email protected] Helping the Babysitter Become a Model Bob sat in his office at the studio making phone calls and writing emails. He spoke with his government contact and told him what he needed. Agent Calvin had recently gotten over his reluctance to work with Bob, once Bob let him in on how he had used the confidential information that he had provided. Agent Calvin had been nervous about meeting with Bob again but Bob had assured him that he had no intentions of turning him in for disclosing secret interrogation techniques. In fact, Agent Calvin was excited when he saw how much Bob had done with the little information that Bob had. He was more excited about the science than he was about the offer that Bob had made to let him fuck his teenage slave. Agent Calvin had refused the offer, wanting to keep his research pure and untainted by his own base desires. Bob didn’t care if the scientist did or didn’t want to partake of the sweet young treasures that were being offered to him as long as he was willing to continue providing whatever Bob needed. So far Agent Calvin had provided the white noise recording with the embedded subliminal messages, the assortment of drugs that Bob had been using on Kristin and Brenda, and the cream that Brenda had used to permanently remove her pubic hair and prevent her pussy and ass from becoming loose from repeatedly being fucked. Bob had some ideas that he wanted to discuss with the Agent, plans for future acquisitions. He was just wrapping up his conversation, making sure that Agent Calvin would be able to provide what he needed in the next few days, when Kristin walked into his office. She was still wearing the tight white shirt and black skirt but they were dirty and her hair was a rat’s nest. “What happened to you? You couldn’t wait to get here to get a cock in your little cunt?” Bob didn’t think that was what happened, but he wanted to see how she would react. “No, I got jumped by another girl from school. She knocked me down and wouldn’t let me up until I told her that she was prettier than I was. The only reason she did it was because I was nominated for homecoming queen and so was she and she wanted to humiliate me in front of her friends. I don’t think I could even compete against her. I’m not nearly as pretty as she is and she’s the cheerleading captain.” “Was that the red headed girl that was talking to you this morning after I dropped you off? What is her name?” Bob really hoped that it was. “Robin Anderson, she was teasing me about my clothes. She wanted to know if I was going to try and tease all the football players so they would vote for me. She’s the one that always teases them. And she calls me a prude because I don’t show off my body the way she does. She hates me so much she even started going out with my old boyfriend after we broke up just to make me mad. And she’s also hates me because I am modeling for you and she’s jealous. If she only knew what else you required she probably wouldn’t be so upset.” Kristin sat in the chair across the desk from Bob and looked distraught. Bob could tell that the cheerleader’s hazing had affected her more than she wanted to show. “What else is bothering you? You’re upset about something else.” Kristin sat in silence for a few minutes and then blurted out, “She kept saying that I couldn’t fuck my way to homecoming queen. I don’t know why, but it made me really upset.” She knew why it had upset her but she didn’t want to admit it to Bob. Robin had upset her because she had been right, Kristin had been considering how easy it would be to fuck enough people to get them to vote for her. Before she met Bob she never would have thought of using her body to gain popularity, but the adjustments that had been made to her subconscious made her more open to using sex as a means of getting what she wanted. She just had to admit to herself that she was becoming the slut that Bob was wanted. “I just hate her!” Bob stood up and walked around the desk to stand behind her. “Don’t worry about her anymore. Are you really concerned about being homecoming queen? With everything else that is required of you?” He was rubbing her shoulders, gauging her reaction to his touch without any sexual stimulation. She didn’t flinch or pull away, things she would have done only a few days before. Her subliminal programming was making her more comfortable with her role as a sex slave. “It would be nice to be elected homecoming queen. I don’t really think I have a chance, but it would be nice. And normal. I haven’t done anything normal since I became your slave. And she’s just so mean to me in front of her friends.” “Well, I have good news. Brenda called your mom this afternoon and had a very pleasant conversation with her. She told your mom how sorry she was about the last minute notice, but that she needed you to babysit tonight and tomorrow night. They had a nice conversation about what a good girl you are. Your mom is so proud of you.” This last comment made Kristin look even more depressed. Bob enjoyed seeing the torment on the young girl’s face, her inability to let go of the things that were important to her in her previous life and accept what she was now. He reached down and pinched and twisted her nipples through her shirt, making her immediately forget about Robin Anderson, being homecoming queen, or anything else other than getting fucked as soon as possible. Bob released her nipples and turned her chair to the window between his office and the studio. He walked over and opened the blinds so Kristin could see into the other room. Brenda was tied to a sawhorse, her ass in the air. Big Rick was busy pushing his giant cock up her ass. Bob pressed a button next to the window, letting them hear what was going on in the studio. The cream that Bob had given to Brenda had ensured that her asshole would not become stretched out and loose, retaining its original tightness. It had taken Big Rick a lot of lubrication to get his cock up the housewife’s ass. He had fucked her cunt for a few minutes, letting her get used to his size before pulling out and beginning to push the head into her sphincter. The pain she felt as he pushed farther up her backdoor forced her to orgasm. She had a continuous orgasm as he fucked her, her cum running down her legs. Big Rick fucked her ass for a few minutes, listening to her scream that it was too big and to take it out, and then with the next breath begging him to fuck her harder. When she passed out, Big Rick would pull out and wait for her to wake up. When she started to come around, he would stand in front of her, pushing his cock in her face until she would start sucking on him. He would let her suck him for a few minutes and then pull his cock out of her mouth and ask her if she wanted him to fuck her ass again. “Oh, yes. Please fuck my ass again. I’m a little slut and I need your cock in my ass.” He would move back around behind her and repeat the process again, making her beg him to fuck her before he would. Kristin watched as Brenda was fucked over and over. She pulled her skirt up around her hips and started rubbing herself as she listed to Brenda start screaming again as Big Rick pushed his cock all the way up her ass, his balls were slapping her pussy with every thrust. Bob handed her a set of dildo’s and slipped a pair of headphones over her ears, turning the MP3 player on to implant the next set of subliminal implants in her subconscious. She would stay in the chair watching Brenda get fucked and using the dildos on herself until Bob either told her to stop, leaving her frustrated and needing to cum, or he decided to fuck her himself. Bob sat back down at his desk and went back to work. The business of capturing young girls to become his sex slaves was never ending. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bob spent the next few days fucking Kristin and Brenda. Kristin would go to school during the day and Bob would continue Brenda’s training. The men that had been training Kristin were more than happy to help with Brenda. In the evenings, Bob would have Kristin and Brenda do regular photoshoots for the local papers. He was holding Brenda’s pictures back until he had Jim in hand, but he had plans for that which he would put in place when he sent Brenda home. After the regular photoshoots, Bob would film them to fulfil requests from the website. Now that he had two slaves he could fulfil a wider range of requests than when he only had Kristin. Bob shot a video of the two girls on the first night with Kristin dressed as a supervillain who captured and raped her archenemy. The video involved more acting than Kristin had performed in her previous videos, but her training, both physical and subliminal, made her more comfortable with what she was doing. She genuinely seemed to be enjoying herself as she fucked Brenda with a strapon while she was tied to the bed. When Bob was finished filming the videos, he would drive the two women back to his house and fuck them both until he was ready to go to sleep. Both nights the girls asked if they were allowed to keep fucking each other. Bob locked them both in the guest room and told them to have fun, reminding Kristin that she had school in the morning. He didn’t want her to go to school so exhausted that the school called her parents. In the morning he would review the recordings of the two girls before going in to fuck them for the first time that day. They didn’t get much sleep and Bob got some good footage of the two girls fucking each other. Kristin would be able to make Brenda cum, but wouldn’t be able to cum herself until he came in and dumped his load in one of her holes. Bob had changed her subliminal programming to allow her to cum when a woman came in her mouth. She would also be able to cum if another woman ate her pussy, but only with his permission. The programming hadn’t taken effect yet and each morning she was so frustrated that as soon as she heard the door knob begin to turn she would jump out of bed and beg to be fucked. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wednesday morning Bob told Kristin that he was very pleased with her performance over the last few days and he would have a surprise for her soon. He gave her another recording to listen to when she was at home and told her that he would see her Friday night. She seemed disappointed that she had to go home that evening but didn’t say anything. As he dropped her off again, he saw Robin watching her enter the school. When Bob returned to his house, he was greeted by Brenda in the kitchen making breakfast. She was completely nude except for an apron, leaving her ass exposed. Bob saw that Brenda had a vibrating buttplug in her ass as she stood in front of the stove, her pussy juices running down her legs. Bob wasn’t quite ready to send her back to her husband yet but she was expected back that evening. He sat down at the table as she sat a plate in front of him. “Make a plate for yourself and have a seat. We need to talk about this evening.” Brenda made herself a plate and sat down across from him. “You are going to go back to your husband tonight. Are you ready for that?” Brenda thought about it for a minute and realized that she wanted to see her family but she also wanted to stay with Bob. She knew that she wasn’t going to get the orgasms that she wanted at home, even if she could get Jim to hurt her enough to make her cum. Jim had always been a gentle lover, which she now realized was one of the reasons that she had never been satisfied with her sex life before being taken by Bob. She wanted her husband to take charge, but he had always let her lead. “I want to see my family. But I also want to stay here with you.” “I understand and I’m not surprised that you want to stay here. You realize that you are nothing but a slut and you want to get fucked. I know Jim wouldn’t be able to get you off, with his tiny dick and no stamina. I’m surprised he ever made you cum with the way he just flops around. But you need to go home to maintain appearances.” “Yes sir. When can I come back?” Not only was she a slut, but she was an obedient slut. She didn’t even argue with him. She didn’t pick up on Bob’s comments about her husband. She was only concerned with when she could come back and be his slave again. “I have already filed your resignation with the airline. Moving on to other opportunities and everything. So you won’t have any more flights to worry about. I’ve emailed you a copy of your new schedule, as well as a few other things to keep yourself occupied.” Bob pulled out a small box and slid it across the table to her. The box had a small MP3 player and two large dildos inside. “I have a playlist for everyday that I want you to listen to. You will listen to it at night when you are sleeping. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir.” “Have you ever wondered how Kristin became my slave?” Bob wanted to see Brenda would react to hearing what part her husband had in his babysitter’s enslavement. “You know that Jim is the one that introduced her to me, right? He had a bunch of pictures of her that he wanted blown up. Did you know that Jim installed a camera in your shower so he could get a peek at your babysitters titties when she was only sixteen?” Bob waited for her response. She sat there looking at Bob, trying to decide if he was telling the truth. “Jim wouldn’t do something like that.” But she wasn’t sure. She remembered how insistent he was to keep her as their babysitter, even when it required them to give her a raise when they could have found a cheaper babysitter. He kept saying it was because she already knew Tye and he was comfortable with her, but it really sounded like an excuse to Brenda. “You don’t think Jim would take pictures of your babysitter in the shower? Would you believe that he fucked her in the bed that you both share?” Bob pulled out a stack of pictures and showed them to her. The first picture showed Kristin tied to what appeared to be her bed as Jim stood over her feeling her breasts. She flipped through the pictures before looking back at Bob. “Why are you showing these to me?” She didn’t want to believe that Jim had cheated on her but she had the proof in her hands. How could he do something like that to her? She didn’t think about how hypocritical her thoughts were considering that she had also fucked their babysitter as well as begging multiple men to repeatedly fuck her. “Because I wanted you to know how this all started. Jim brought her pictures to me and then insisted that I meet her. He showed me the pictures that he had taken of him fucking her and I agreed that I needed to meet her. Kristin wanted to be a model so I gave her a contract and everything else came after. But I wanted you to know that Kristin’s situation, as well as your own, are all thanks to your husband wanting to fuck your teenage babysitter.” Brenda sat in silence for quite awhile. So long that Bob finished his breakfast and began to take his dishes to the sink. “No, let me do that. What good is having a slave if you still have to do your own dishes?” Brenda got up from the table and took the dishes from Bob and put them in the sink. Bob watched as she cleared the table and then did the dishes, waiting for her to respond to the information that it was her husbands fault that she was now a cum hungry pain slut. As Brenda was putting the last dish in the dishwasher she looked at Bob, a gleam of anger in her eyes. “It doesn’t change anything between me and you. I wanted to sign that contract to be your sex slave before I knew any of this and that hasn’t changed. But I have to think about where things stand between Jim and I. I just don’t know how I feel.” “What do you want to do about Jim?” Bob already knew the answer. Even though Brenda had tripled the men she had fucked over her entire life in the last three days, she was still mad at her husband for having sex with one other person. Bob was almost ready to tell Brenda his plans for her while she was home. “I don’t know. I can’t believe that he would do something like this. At least that explains why he has been acting so weird for the last few weeks.” “Do you think that Jim should get away with fucking Kristin in your own bed?” “No, he shouldn’t,” Brenda answered angrily. “Of course not. Luckily I have a plan for your husband.” Bob told Brenda what he wanted her to do that night as she sat there looking pleased about what she was hearing. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brenda spent the rest of the afternoon being trained to fuck multiple partners at the same time. She was a natural slut, able to take three cocks at the same time without complaint. Even though Kristin had been his slave longer and had more training, Brenda was already further along in many areas. Bob was in his office setting up his next project. He called his contact at the local paper and arranged for him to do a special article on the school for the next weeks paper. He wanted his friend to arrange an interview with the school’s principal either in his office or somewhere near the records room. Bob couldn’t think of a better place to get personal information on possible recruits. Bob always had an eye out for fresh talent and had been surprised at the number of sexy young teenagers hanging around when he had dropped Kristin off that morning. Bob worked on editing some of the videos he had captured over the last few days while he waited for confirmation that the interview had been arranged. He finished editing the superheroine video and sent it off to the client. He had made $60,000 for that video and still had other footage that he could compile together to fit at least three other requests. The video of the girls in the guest room was pure gold. They did things to each other that he never would have imagined. He also set up a bank account in Brenda’s name. He had promised her a percentage of the videos he filmed of her and he kept his word. He transferred $9000 dollars into her account, fifteen percent from the superheroine video. She didn’t even make that much in a month as a flight attendant. He set up an automatic transfer every two weeks into her personal account to simulate her paychecks from the airline. Even after the first transfer went through, she still had a hefty sum in her account. And she would get more when he was able to sell the other footage that he was editing. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- At 5:00 that evening, Bob drove Brenda to her car. It had been left at the restaurant where he had met her on Sunday afternoon, but the owner had pulled it around to the employee lot so it wouldn’t get towed. He parked next to her car and waited for her to get out but she just sat there with her hands in her lap. She was wearing her flight attendant uniform again but it didn’t feel the same. She used to feel like a professional woman in her uniform, but now she just felt like a fake. She hadn’t worn very much over the last few days and she was used to being naked, her uniform feeling to constricting. “Do I have to do it?” She asked with her head down. Bob knew what she was talking about without having to ask. “I told you that you did, didn’t I? First taste of freedom and you are already questioning my orders?” “No, sir.” She rushed to assure him. “I just, I don’t know, don’t know if I can do it.” “I know you can. You’ve shown me over the last few days that you are a natural born slut. You should have no problem doing what I’ve asked you. Now climb in the backseat. I’ve got a present for you before I send you home to your husband.” Bob was going to dump one more load in her ass before she went home. Brenda eagerly climbed into the backseat, already pulling off her clothes, wanting to fuck her master one more time before going home. And it had the additional benefit of keeping her mind off of the tasks that Bob had given her. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brenda pulled into the driveway and sat there for a few minutes. She had taken the long way home from the restaurant, wanting more time to think. The only thing that got her out of the car and walking up the sidewalk was the desire to see her son. When she entered the house, Jim was in the kitchen making dinner and Tye was playing in the living room. She dropped down in front of her son and gave him a big hug, not wanting to let him go. Jim walked in the room and asked how the flight was. He was still sullen and acting like a little boy who had done something wrong but hadn’t been caught yet. She had to think quickly to remember where she was supposed to have flown. “It was good.” She had a hard time keeping her anger out of her voice but she had explicit instructions from Bob. “I hadn’t worked with that crew before, but I’m sure I will more in the future.” She smiled at herself, thinking about the new “crew” that she had worked with, feeling a slight tingle in her pussy as she stood up and walked to the kitchen. Jim followed her into the room and watched her walk to the fridge. There was something different about her, but he couldn’t put his finger on it, she seemed more confident. He was too preoccupied with his guilt over what he had done to Kristin that he couldn’t really focus on anything else for long. He was just glad that Brenda was finally home to help with Tye. Dinner went by slowly with Brenda and Jim exchanging very few words. If Jim hadn’t been so preoccupied with his own guilt he would have recognized that something was wrong with Brenda. She had always come home from a trip eager to tell him about the fat man in aisle two or the view from the hotel she had stayed in. But tonight she barely spoke to him, spending all of her time with their son and almost completely ignoring him. After dinner, Jim went to his office while Brenda put Tye to bed. He still didn’t know what he was going to do about Bob and the pictures of Jim fucking Kristin. He knew that he had only had sex with her once at Bob’s house and never in his own bed but the pictures were so convincing. He had been so focused on the naked girl tied to the bed that he hadn’t noticed that Bob’s basement had been made to look exactly like his bedroom. He knew that if Brenda ever saw the pictures she would never believe that it wasn’t their bedroom and she would never forgive him. He heard Brenda close the door to Tye’s room and walk down the hall to their bedroom. He waited a few minutes, getting up the strength to go face his wife. He had finally decided that he was going to tell her everything and hopefully his honesty would count for something. When he opened the door to his bedroom, prepared to confess to Brenda, he was startled to see his wife on her knees with her head down in the middle of their bed. She had her pants and panties pulled down around her knees like she couldn’t even spare the time to take them off. She had one hand between her legs working a huge dildo in and out of her pussy. She was using her other hand to reach around behind her to push another huge dildo up her ass. She had gotten mad at him and wouldn’t speak to him for two days after the one time he had timidly asked if they could try anal sex. And now she was fucking herself in the ass with a dildo bigger than he had ever seen before. Brenda had her eyes squeezed shut and she was grunting into her pillow as she fucked herself with the dildos. She must have heard him gasp when he saw what she was doing because she opened her eyes and looked right at him. “Close the door.” It took him a moment to realize what she had said. He reached behind him and pulled the door closed without taking his eyes off of his wife. He never saw the little video camera that was on her dresser, in between her jewelry box and the lamp. The sight of his wife masturbating on their bed had Jim hornier than he had been since the day he had sex with their babysitter. His cock was instantly hard, pushing at his pants and making him stand awkwardly by the bedroom door. “What are you waiting for, come over here.” Brenda demanded as he just stood there. She had never been so forceful in the bedroom before, both of them ever really taking control. Jim walked over to the bed and stood behind her watching as she fucked herself. “Get down and eat my pussy” she demanded. Jim couldn’t believe what he was hearing coming out of his wife’s mouth but he wasn’t going to argue. This was the first time in weeks that he wasn’t consumed with guilt and all he could think about was having sex with his wife. As he knelt behind his wife she pulled the dildo out of her pussy and he was surprised to see that it was completely bald. He had a momentary thought that Kristin’s pussy had also been bald, but pushed the thought out of his head as he leaned down to begin licking her pussy. She kept pushing the dildo in and out of her ass as he hesitantly licked her. “Deeper, act like you’ve eaten a pussy before.” She sounded mad at him but he couldn’t tell. He pushed his tongue deeper into her pussy but he could tell by the way she was pushing against his face that she was disappointed in his performance. She reached around behind her with the hand she had been using on her pussy and grabbed his hair. “Ow, that hurts” he complained as she started pulling. She pulled the dildo out of her ass and started pulling his head up. “Shut up and start licking my asshole.” Jim didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to lick her there, it was disgusting, but she was pulling his hair, pushing his mouth to her ass. She had never acted like this before and he didn’t know what had gotten into her. He gingerly stuck out his tongue and started licking her. She pulled his hair harder, trying to encourage him to do a better job. He felt her shifting on the bed and then she was fucking her pussy with one of the dildos again. She still had a handful of his hair in her other hand. “God, you can’t do anything right. Stick your tongue out and be still.” She started moving back and forth, trying to fuck herself with his tongue. She still had a hold of his hair and she would pull forward every time she pushed back on his face. “That’s better. Do you like the taste of my ass?” She was talking so dirty, something she had never done before, that he was afraid that he was going to cum right there on their bedspread. After a few minutes of fucking his tongue with her ass, Brenda let go of his hair and pushed him away with a sigh of disgust. She reached around and started pushing the other dildo back up her ass. The sound of pleasure she made as she pushed it in told Jim exactly what she thought about his performance. He sat there and watched her fucking herself, feeling completely inadequate. He didn’t know how he was going to pleasure his wife after watching her fuck herself with two giant dildos. Where did she even get them? Were they something she picked up on this last trip? Watching her was making him excited, but the way she was acting had him confused. He had never seen her act like this before, even when they first got married and had sex all the time. “Didn’t you miss me while I was gone?” She teased him. Brenda didn’t know why she had dreaded doing this to her husband. He had cheated on her and now she was getting to show him what she thought of him. “Take off your pants, I want to see your cock.” Jim’s erection hardened even more as he thought about having sex with his wife. He pulled down his pants and underwear, his tiny cock standing at attention. He started to kneel behind her so he could fuck her doggystyle when she said “You think you are going to fuck me with that little thing? I just wanted to see it so I could remember how small it was. You think you could compare to either one of the plastic cocks I’m fucking right now?” To emphasize her point she pulled them both almost all the way out, so only the heads were inside of her. They both had to be at least 10 inches long. “I didn’t think so,” she said as she pushed them both back in to the hilt, making her moan louder than she had so far. “Why are you doing this?” His dick was beginning to wilt from the verbal abuse his wife was giving him. She had never had any issue with his size before. She didn’t answer him as she continued to move the dildos faster and faster. “Spank me!” she commanded. He just sat there, watching his wife masturbate, feeling completely worthless and degraded. “What did I just tell you, Jim? Slap my ass!” She was looking behind herself, glaring at him. Jim reached out and lightly slapped his wife’s ass. She laughed cruelly at his half hearted attempt to obey her commands, the laugh tearing into his heart even more. He slapped her ass again, a little harder. “What are you, a pussy? Fucking slap my ass as hard as you can.” He couldn’t do it. He sat back and began to cry. “You are so pathetic,” she sneared as he watched her shove both dildos in as far as they would go and then reach under herself to pinch her nipples as hard as she could. She pushed her face into the bed, muffling her scream as she came, squirting her cum all over their bed. |