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Subject: {ASSM} Nathaniels Nanny (m/F, NC, toys, oral) (1/1)
Date: Mon, 28 May 2001 13:10:02 -0400
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This story contains non-consensual sex .You don't like it?  Go away.

   By Doorknob (doorknob22@hotmail.com)

   Nathaniel's Nanny (Previously published as "The Nanny") (b/F nc)



   "Wow!"

   Patricia was staring at the huge garden through the taxi window.  Like
an ancient castle it stood on the hill, looming over the small town below.
Tall trees barely peeked behind the redbrick garden walls.  Inside the
outer trees wall, amazingly beautiful lawn filled the eye, with cute little
pools specking its green surface.

   "Amazing, isn't it?" interrupted the fat taxi driver.

   Barely hearing him, Patricia nodded.  As if in trance, she took a few
steps toward the gate, and gazed beyond it, almost oblivious to the man. 
She simply couldn't tear her eyes off the green garden, the lush trees, the
pools and the large house.  Earthy, wholesome scent filled her nostrils and
she inhaled deeply, and laughed, finally turning to pay the driver.

   "Are you a relative or something?" asked the driver.

   "Me?  no!  I'm the new nanny!  "

   She took a few steps towards the remote controlled gate and looked
around, puzzled.  It was locked, and there was no handle.

   "Excuse me, do you know how do I open the gate?" she asked the driver,
flushing slightly with embarrassment.

   "There's an intercom unit to your left, push the button and ask them to
open the gate.  I'll stay with you if you'd like."

   "Yes, please.." she said as she bent to press the intercom, which was
fixed at a car driver height.  The taxi driver gasped with a sudden shock,
as her short plaid skirt rode up her thighs.  He slowly walked behind her,
to get a better view.

   "Yes ?  " came a metallic noise from the box.

   "Patricia McNill" she said to the voice in the box.

   "Sorry ?  Could you speak louder?  " the voice said.

   "Patricia McNill" she raised her voice "The new nanny."

   "Damn that machine.  The new what ?"

   "NANNY.I'M THE NEW N-A-N-N-Y"

   She bent even lower now, so her face was only a few inches from the
device.  The driver breathed heavily, as he caught a glimpse of her white
panties under the hem of her dress.  Long, black stockings ended inches
above her knees and she wore plain medium-heeled sandals.

   "Oh, I'm sorry!  Welcome!  Please come in!"

   The gate buzzed and she pushed it inward.  Without turning to look back
she started walking up the road.  Hating to loose the fresh memory of her
long legs, black stockings and the hint of her white, panties, the driver
reluctantly stepped into the cab and stared at her departure.  Her tender
perfume still filled the car as he watched her ass, swaying happily under
the short skirt as she strode farther away.



   * * *

   "Nice to meet you, Patricia, Call me Nancy.  How was your trip?" said
Nancy Faulton, barely taking her eyes from the portable computer.  Ten
minutes were scheduled for Patricia.  Ten long minutes out of Nancy
Faulton's frantic schedule.

   "Fine.  Thanks"

   "You see, Patty" the blonde, preserved woman lit herself a thin
cigarettes as she rose from her desk "I need an au-pair because I am always
on the run, always abroad, and Nathaniel, my sweet little angel, simply
refuses to leave home for long periods, so boarding school is out of the
question.  He studies at a local school, with an au-pair as a backup tutor.
Your resume' looks good enough.  Two years teaching elementary school,
right?"

   "Three."

   "Never mind.  I was told by the agency that you have some personal
problem, and that's why you left teaching, care to tell me about it?"

   The young woman blushed : "It's not exactly a problem...I mean it is...
You see : my brother Robert is suffering from a rare heart failure, and he
must undergo a very expensive surgery within 12 months, his wife and me
must come up with 200,000 dollars or else...  he has kids, you see..." she
could barely keep the tears in her eyes.

   "And I pay generously, I know.  You see, Nathaniel is the most important
thing in the world for me.  He is my pride and my joy and, being that, I'm
going to pay handsomely for you to take care of him.  I don't know how much
the agency takes, but I am willing pay you up to ten thousand dollars each
month, maybe more if he likes you.  That's more than I pay some of my
executives, mind you.  But before your head starts to spin, I must warn
you, Nathaniel is a very, well...  complicated young person.  He is very
clever and bright but can be sometimes, how shall I put it...  wicked.  I
raised him alone since his father was murdered, and he has turned up to be
a very vulnerable child.  I spoil him rotten, and I know it.  He can
tolerate almost no rejection or discipline and that's why no other tutor
stayed here more than a few months, and lately, it's getting somewhat
worse. But the way I see it, you need me and my money as much as I need
you. Did I make myself clear?"

   Patricia nodded, somewhat surprised by the short, frank speech.

   "Do you want out?  "

   "What?  I..."

   "If you want out, tell me now."

   "No, no.  I'm in.  You were frank with me and I'll be honest with you:
Yes, I'm in this the for the money, but I'm also very good with kids and
you can trust me completely."

   "Good.  I'll be leaving for Europe in two hours, for two weeks.  Before
that, I want you to meet little Nathaniel" saying that , she tapped on her
intercom and sent for him.

   Five minutes later, she heard a knock on the door.

   "Come in dear" called the mother.  The door opened, and a boy entered
the room.  He seemed to be little more than twelve, but not much more.  His
long, blonde hair fell all the way to his shoulders and she could clearly
see why his mother kept calling him an angel all the time.  The boy looked
far from being the horrible beast his mother hinted: In fact he looked like
a cute kid.

   "Hi!  My name is Patricia" she sent her hand toward him.  He shook it
and smiled.

   "Patty will be your au-pair and tutor, angel" said Nancy.

   "I know, Nancy" said the boy.

   "Good.  Now why don't you show Patricia her room?"

   "O.k.  Come Patricia, I'll show you your bed"

   He turned and left the office, with Patricia following him.  After a few
minutes, they reached a door, and he opened it for her.

   "Welcome to your room" he said.

   The room was dominated by a large bed.  The floor was covered with
wooden tiles and large French windows were set to the east.  Nathaniel
opened a small door to the bathroom.

   "Here's where you'll wash your body" he said.  She thought she saw a
strange look in his eyes, but then something caught her eye.  Another door
was set in the opposite wall of the bathroom.

   "Where does this door lead to?" she asked him.

   "Oh.  My room"

   "You room?  You mean we share the same bathroom?"

   "You have to bath me every night.  This will make it easier for you."

   "WASH YOU?  How old are you?  "

   "I was twelve in June.  I have been bathed since I was born.  Dad used
to bath me when I was very little, Nancy says.  All of my au-pair bathed me
and so will you.  Or Nancy will kick your ass."

   Patricia was stunned.  The child was obviously harder than what she
first figured, but what was it about his father?  His mother mentioned that
he was murdered.  Maybe that's the only memory the poor boy has from his
father.  She had to learn to play by the new rules.

   She didn't have much of a choice, either.

   "No problem.  After we'll drive mom to the airport, I'll give you a nice
bath, o.k.?"

   "Yes!" beamed the boy.  Again she saw a strange look on his face as he
licked his lips.  "Do you mind if I stayed here until we drive Nancy to the
airport?  I'm bored!"

   "Sure!" she was going to start unpacking, much as she wanted to be alone
for a while, she didn't want to upset him.  Not until his mother was away,
anyway.  She turned on the T.V for him, expecting him find his favorite
show and give her some privacy, but he didn't even look at it.  Instead he
just stared at her examining the room and unpacking.  When she opened her
small traveling clothes-box, and started to take them out he said:

   "You won't be wearing any of these."

   "I beg your pardon ?"

   "I already bought you a closet full of clothes.  You can throw yours
away, or keep them till you leave, but you're not going to wear them,
that's for sure!"

   This was starting to get very strange.  Out of curiosity, she opened the
closet : skimpy little skirts, whorish tiny shorts, belly exposing shirts,
long wool socks.  No pantyhose was to be seen.  The bras, rather large for
an ordinary woman, would leave her big breasts almost spilling out.  It was
too much.  She stormed out of the door and started towards Mrs.  Faulton's
office, with the boy behind her.

   "Wait a second!  Please!" he begged, but she wouldn't.  Rage clouded her
mind and she almost ran into Nancy's secretary who came down the corridor.

   "Are you Patricia McNill?" she asked in a polite voice.

   "Yes"

   "Mrs.  Faulton asked me to hand it to you, as a down payment.  Would you
like me to deposit it for you?  " with that she handed her an 8000 dollars
check.  Again she was shocked.  This woman hardly knew her, and already she
was starting give her money.  Her mind was starting to cool.  This place,
deranged and strange as it appeared, was the only chance for her brother
and his family.  They were the only family she had, and if god has chosen
Nathaniel and Nancy as his salvation tools, she was going to make the
effort.

   "No thanks, I'll deposit it myself" she said as she turned back and went
to her room with sinking feelings.



   The trip to the airport was a short one.  It seemed to her that both the
boy and his mother went through that drill countless times and were very
casual about it.  Mrs.  Faulton gave her important telephone numbers of
Nathaniel's school, the house keeper and emergencies.  She also gave
Patricia her own cellular phone number "For any emergency".  The way back,
however was less pleasant.  The strange look crept back to the boy's face
as he looked at her from his seat at the limo.  He also licked his lips
occasionally.  This was a long day and just wanted to get into bed after
taking a shower.

   When she was about to open the door to her room he said "I'll call you
when I'm ready."

   "Sorry?"

   "The bath?  You didn't forget, did you?"

   "No, of course not...Just call me" she closed the door behind her. 
Well, how bad could this get?  She just laid back on her bed, awaiting his
call, and started to calculate money and time needed to earn it.

   "Patty, I need you!" his voice came behind the door after a few minutes.
Reluctantly, she rose and opened the door to the large bathroom.  He was
standing there, fully dressed, looking at her.

   "Well, why didn't you undress?" she asked him, irritated.  He just
shrugged.

   "A big boy like you, can't take his clothes off?" she smiled as she
started to remove his shoes.  He smiled back.

   "That's what all my nannies used to say!" he laughed, a warm, pleasant
boyish laugh.  She relaxed and started laughing herself, relieving the
tension she felt.  His shoes were down, and she took his trousers off while
looking at his laughing face.  When she lowered her eyes, however, her
laughter ceased abruptly.  Something enormous filled his underwear.  His
penis, was not just overgrown for a boy his age, but it was one of the
largest she ever saw!

   "This boy is a freak!" she thought to herself.

   "Now you know why I don't want to go to a boarding school" he said
quietly, as if reading her mind "The other boys would call me a monster"

   "Oh, nonsense.." she stammered "Never mind that".  She took off his
pants and shirt.

   "Shower or bath?" she asked him.

   "Shower today" he said as he walked into the shower.  The expensive
looking taps spat hot water immediately as she opened them.  He stood under
the water while she sat beside the shower on a small stool.

   "Use this soaping lotion" he pointed at a pink bottle by the side of the
shower.  Patricia opened the bottle and applied the lotion to her right
hand.  She began to work it into a lather on his ankles, thighs and back.
It had pleasant odor and lathered quickly, turning the boy into a bubble
man within seconds.

   "Turn around" she said when his rear was finished.

   He turned and faced her.  His penis was growing, pulsing bigger with
each second.  She blushed, and while trying to ignore it, she applied the
lotion to his shoulders, chest and legs.

   "O.k., into the water now!" she tried to fake cheerfulness.

   "Didn't you forget something?" he said, looking her in the eyes.

   "Like what?" was there any special instruction Mrs.  Faulton gave her?
Nathaniel said nothing.  Instead he motioned toward his penis.

   "You wash that yourself!" she said, barely hiding the disgust in her
voice.

   "No.  You do it." he said calmly.  She was torn: By refusing to wash it,
she was making him feel like a freak.  And made him angry.  But he could
wash that monstrosity himself.  Finally, Patricia stood up, and took a step
towards her room.

   "You don't really have much choice." he pointed out "So just do it."
Slowly, Patricia stopped, not believing to what was taking place.  But the
kid was right: she had no choice.  Defeated by the boy for the second time
today, she turned around and returned to the stool.  She sent her hand to
the pink bottle when he said : "Not this bottle, that one" his hand pointed
at a blue glass vessel.

   "What's the difference?  " she asked angrily.

   "You'll see.  The blue one please."

   She opened the glass bottle.  The soap wasn't a liquid.  It was more
like a jell-o, and much more greasy.  She applied some on her hand and
reluctantly massaged the huge penis.  Her stomach turned as she felt the
huge thing in her hand.  She coated it once, and said:

   "Happy now?  Now wash it"

   "Not yet, go on until I tell you to stop"

   "That's it young man, enough is enough, I'm calling your mother right
now!" She stood up, blue goo oozing from her right hand, and started
walking towards her room.

   "Better call your brother and his kids as well!" his chilling words
struck her like a physical blow.

   "How...How do you..." her voice trailed off.

   "I am the true master of this house.  I know every little thing around
here.  I heard everything you told my mother, and I know about your brother
and his poor little family, so it's time that you make up your mind.  The
phone is to your left, by the way."

   She looked at the phone but didn't move.

   "Good girl" he gloated "Now come back here, and finished what you
started."

   "Please..." she turned to him, tears filling her eyes.  He just motioned
at the stool and smiled a cruel smile.  She felt her body numbing as she
sat down.  Again she wrapped her palm around his penis, and started rubbing
it thoroughly.

   "Oh yes...That's nice...up and down..." came his voice over her head. 
She didn't want to look.  She didn't dare imagining what she looked like.

   "Faster, you bitch..." he cursed suddenly.  Surprised, she raised her
tempo, knowing that he was in control for now.  Slurping, wet noises came
from his lathered penis.  He started grunting and his breathing grew
heavier.  How could she spend a year in this horrible place?  What choice
did...  Her train of thought was cut when she felt his wet hands grabbing
her head, turning it toward him.

   "What the..." she started to protest when hot glob of sperm landed on
her face.  Shocked, she tried to turn away, but he was expecting that and
held her head firmly.  He grunted as more cum sprayed her face, then let
her go.  He threw a towel at her, and sat down, heavily.  She just stood
there, sobbing and cleaning her face.

   "How I love taking a bath" he said as he shut down the water.  The room
was quiet now, except for her sobbing.

   "I need a towel, Patty" he said.  Still trembling, she took a clean one
and gave it to him.

   "I'll dry myself, thanks.  Good night!" he said cheerfully as he stepped
into his room, leaving her sobbing alone, one hand covering her face, the
other playing with the little golden cross on her chain.





   * * *



   The automatic alarm clock went off in six AM.  After a short hesitation,
Patricia decided that she didn't want to risk angering Nathaniel, and
picked up a short miniskirt from the closet, and a matching tight shirt
which caused her already large breasts to look huge.  After preparing him
breakfast, she went to his room, to wake him up.  She dreaded the moment
she'd meet the kid, but he was cheerful and lively, and gave her no trouble
while she woke him up and dressed him (which was another activity she found
to be daunting, after the previous night).  He kissed her cheek bashfully
before sitting to the breakfast table, and kept chatting about school and
computers, as if last night's incident never happened.  After he finished
his food, she drove him to school.  Again he kissed her cheek and waved her
goodbye, before rushing in to the class.

   This cheerful behavior surprised her almost as his vile actions the
other night did : who was he?  A twisted, spoiled monster, or a cute,
cheerful angel?  Would he repeat his sick actions?  And if he did, what
could she do?  Having found no answer, she returned to the house and
started her chores, as she was instructed by Mrs.Faulton.  At four PM she
got in the car and brought Nathaniel back from school.  She served him a
light supper, then started helping him with his homework.  Being a bright
student, he needed almost no help, but demanded that she stayed there
nevertheless.  While working, the boy kept talking about school and his
friends, but she paid almost no attention to him and drifted, pondering
about her brother, his kids and the situation she was in.

   "Are you mad at me?" he asked suddenly, snapping her back to reality.

   "What?  No!  No!" she blushed with shame.

   "Are you sure?" he said, his lower lips trembling as he tried to avoid
weeping "You're not listening to me at all!"

   "I'm sorry.  I'm just...troubled, that's all"

   "Is it about Robert?" he opened his big, blue eyes "He'll be all right!
You'll see!" Nathaniel promised her earnestly.  Feeling almost overrun by
the train of emotions, she suddenly hugged him tightly.  He hugged her back
and they remained embraced for a few minutes.

   "I guess you're right.  Everything is going to be all right" she said
finally "O.k., our work is done, let's go watch a video, than we'll eat
dinner"

   "Awright!" he exclaimed.

   After dinner, they called Nancy and assured her that everything was
fine. Although she entered the bathroom with sinking feeling, Nathaniel
gave her no hard time in the bathroom, instead he cooperated with her
fully. She tucked him to bed in nine PM, watched some television and went
to sleep.  The next two days went uneventful, and she began to wander if
the horrible experience in the shower actually took place.  She started to
feel that the shower incident was some sort of test, maybe god's way of
testing her, after her initial ungrateful reluctance.  Other than the
degrading clothes he insisted she wore, Nathaniel was cute as a button, and
occasionally even helped her with her daily chores.

   It was during supper on the third day of her staying when she
accidentally stumbled and spilled some lemonade on herself and on the
floor. Luckily, the container didn't break, but she was all wet.  Her
flimsy white shirt became transparent immediately, and she giggled
nervously when she caught Nathaniel's interested stare at her chest.

   "You're all wet" he stated.

   "Uh...Yes..." she blushed.

   "You should remove your shirt, or you'll catch cold." he licked his
lips.

   "Yes...I'll just go to my..."

   "Here." he said coldly.

   "What?" she asked dumbly.

   "Remove your shirt here.  In front of me"

   She just stared at him with disbelief.  He wasn't kidding, she realized
after a few seconds.  He pulled his chair backward and started caressing
his penis through his pants.

   "No way" she tried.  He just looked at her.  After a few seconds he said
: "You already tried it, remember?  Didn't do you much good"

   She hesitated a few moments, then, defeated, slowly took her shirt off,
and threw it to the floor.  She looked at the boy, not sure what to do
next. She stood before him in her white bra, which just barely contained
her large breasts.  Her nipples were faintly visible through the white
material beneath the lacy design.  The boy looked at her for a moment.  She
shifted her feet uncomfortably.

   "Good.  Now turn around."

   She slowly rotated her body around so that her back was to him.  Her
long blonde hair cascaded down her lovely, unblemished back.  Her full
bottom filled her miniskirt.

   "Take off your skirt."

   Patricia was mortified.  She had never been spoken to like this.  She
reached up to the left side of her skirt and undid the clasp.  Then she
pulled down the zipper and slowly let it slide down her thighs bringing her
ass into view.  The flair of her hips was perfect, resulting in a full,
round ass.  She let the skirt drop to the floor.

   "You've got a nice ass," she heard Nathaniel say behind her.

   She waited.  Tears welled up again and spilled out down her cheeks.

   "Put your shoes back on and turn around."

   She stepped back into her medium heels and turned slowly around to face
him.  She felt his eyes going up and down her lithe body.  Her face went
bright red, as he openly caressed his organ through the fabric.

   "Put your hands on your head and slowly turn around in a full circle."

   She reached her hands up and put them on the top of her head, exposing
her body and pushing her big breasts out.  She slowly pivoted on her left
foot and gave him an obscene display.  She went all the way around.

   "Well.  let's see your tits, bitch."

   She closed her eyes for a second in shock and humiliation.  After a few
long seconds, she opened them, slowly reached behind her back and grasped
the clasp of her bra.  She popped the eyelets free and pulled them apart
across her back and slid the bra straps down off of her shoulders.  She
held the bra in front of her for a second before slowly lowering it.  Her
big nude tits bounced free.  Her tits were big and round, and whiter than
the rest of her skin, with the tan lines were clearly visible.  Her big
nipples were placed directly in the center of the large mounds.

   "Raise your arms up above your head."

   She raised her arms up, causing her tits to stick out obscenely.

   "Get me some butter from the fridge, willya?" he asked.  The clicks of
her heels echoed in the silent room.  Smiling lewdly, he took the butter
from her hand, then popped his hard penis from his pants and smeared butter
all over it.  He started pumping it slowly.

   "Take your panties off."

   She bit her lip and fought back the tears of shame.  Her hands went to
her panties.  She slowly eased them down her ankles.  The blonde hair of
her sex came into view.  He kept staring at her while slowly jerking
himself off.

   "Kneel on all fours ".  She slowly kneeled in the small pool of
lemonade.

   "Look at the floor.  Look how messy it is.  Because of you.  Now lick it
clean" he ordered.

   Patricia felt a flock of butterflies take off in her stomach. 
Reluctantly, she lowered her head to the floor and sent out her tongue. 
Her mind was blank as the lukewarm lemonade taste filled her mouth, and she
was dimly aware of the gentle metallic clicks as her golden cross touched
the floor.  Lemonade turned her golden hair into a soaking, dirty mop as
she kept licking it, tears starting to fill her eyes.  Nathaniel got up
from his chair and stood above her, standing directly above her.  Being a
boy, his balls hung only an inch above her bowed back.  He admired her
kneeling, voluptuous body, naked except for the heels as his strokes became
faster.  Patricia licked the lemonade and salt tears mixture, and shivered
when she heard the boy's gasping, hot liquid hitting her bare back and
neck. More globs of searing cum hit her back and she felt his thighs rub
against her ribs as he came.  Only after the small shower of cum ceased,
she allowed herself to collapse on the floor, in the middle of the lemonade
pool.  He rose from her weeping body and returned to the table.  Unable to
find the emotional power to stand, Patricia just kneeled there until he
finished eating and left to finish his homework.  Just before she passed
out, Patricia realized that she was defeated, that the evil boy had power
over her brother's life, and therefore, over hers.





   * * *



   When she woke up, Nathaniel was gone.  Her muscles ached from sleeping
on the floor and she was covered with cum, tears and lemonade.  Forcing her
numb limbs into reluctant action, she managed to put back her clothes and
cleaned up the mess.  Ten minutes later, she dragged herself up the stairs
and into the bathroom.  She felt dirty, almost Unholy.  Her dirty clothes
needed a laundry.  She peeled them off and threw them into the laundry
basket then, with defiance, threw them into the garbage bin.  She opened
the faucets and stepped into the large shower.  The hot spray was a
masochistic delight, as it ruthlessly pelted the white flesh of her big
breasts like dozens of tiny daggers.  The steaming water had an almost
magical effect on her.  It seemed to her that it burned the filth away,
leaving her body cleaner with each passing moment.  Not wanting to deal
with the ordeal she went through earlier, she pushed it out of her mind,
and focused on shower.  The herbal shampoo filled her nostrils with
pleasant lilies-like aroma.  She loved the scent so much, that she washed
her hair twice each night.  Patricia finished washing her hair, then,
partially blinded with shampoo, sent her hand to the place where she
remembered the soap bar.  It wasn't there.  cursing softly, she blindly
searched the area for the soap.  After a few moments, she assumed she
dropped it and bent down to pick it up.

   "Are you looking for this?" she suddenly heard Nathaniel beside her.

   She yelped with surprise and instinctively pulled the the shower curtain
around her.

   "Aw, come on.  I've seen you naked already, remember?" he laughed.

   "Wha..what do you want?" she demanded, angered.

   "I just wanted to give you the soap" he faked innocence.  He handed her
a white, long object.  It bore clear resemblance to a dildo, or a vibrator.

   "What is this thing?" she asked, shocked.

   "It's a soap.  I made it myself from three "Dove" bars"

   "I'm not using it" she stated, fear slowly driving her anger out.

   Saying nothing, he just looked at her coldly, the soap dildo still in
his offering hand.

   "I mean it.  I'm not" she tried again, this time with lesser
determination.

   He kept staring at her, his strange eyes almost drilling holes in her
head.  She tried to hold back, to retain dignity just this time, but after
a few moments, tears breaking from her eyes and shoulders trembling,
Patricia weakly lifted her right hand, and took the soap.

   "Good girl" he commented softly.

   Sobbing, she took the soap and started rubbing it against her chest,
back and legs.  "How far would he go this time?" she asked herself,
terrified, as her trembling hands guided the disgusting object all over her
body.  Nathaniel sat on the stool and leaned against the wall, staring at
her voluptuous nakedness.  She saw him lower his pants and taking his
monstrous dick in his hand again.  Starting to recognize the pattern, she
hoped he would come quickly and leave her alone.  Not knowing when to
cease, she figured she had to wash herself until he came.  But why was it
shaped like that?

   "O.k.  cunt, on your knees" he grunted after a few minutes.

   Her mind filled with horrible realization of his evil intentions, she
wanted to protest, but her fear took control faster.  Her knees buckled
under her and she found herself sprawled on the shower floor, her ass
sticking above her body.

   "Good" he breathed heavily as he stepped into the shower.

   He took the soap and started rubbing it in circles around her groin. 
She tried to move, but he quickly grabbed her hair and pinned her weak body
down.  Hot water washed them as he continued circling the soap dildo around
her cunt and asshole.

   "You love it, don't you?" he hissed.

   She just whimpered weakly.

   "Say : "I love it!" or by god, I'll feed you with it" he shouted.

   "I love it.." she mumbled.

   "Where do you love it?" he asked

   Again, a weak whimper.

   "Say : "I love it in my whorish cunt" !"

   She closed her eyes in total shame.  She was on the verge of passing
out.

   "Where do you love it?" he asked again, in a louder, threatening voice.

   "I...  I love it...  in...  in my whorish cunt" her tears were running
freely down her face, mixing with the hot water.

   "Well, since I'm such a swell guy, I'll just give it to you."

   She yelped in protest as the slick dildo penetrated her cunt.  Her numb
body tried to buck in protest, but she found herself no match for the
lust-obsessed boy's strength, as he pinned her down.  He seemed to like her
futile bucking attempts, as he made no sign of stopping her.  As she weakly
twisted and turned he rubbed his penis against her thrashing torso,
breathing heavy and fucking her with the soap dildo.

   "Please...stop..." she begged, crying.

   "Please stop what?" he asked cruelly.

   "This...stop it...I'm begging you!"

   "I want you to say it, whore!  What do you want me stop?" his mouth was
inches from her ears.

   "PLEASE STOP FUCKING ME WITH THAT SOAP!" she screamed hysterically.

   "Uh...O.k." he said cheerfully as he slowly started taking it out.

   Her heart started pounding faster to those words.  What was his game? 
He let go of her hair and slowly started taking the thing out.  Inch by
inch, he was taking it out slowly, until only the tip touched her lips. 
She fought a desperate urge to get up and run: she didn't want to provoke
him.  Nathaniel moved her face closer to hers, and looked into her tearful
eyes.

   "Please..." she whispered.

   "O.k." he said.



   Nathaniel took the thing out.  A sense of relief filled her.  It really
was ove...

   "JUST KIDDING!" he laughed wildly as he penetrated her again.  She
screamed with surprise and pain as the vile dildo caught her off guard,
penetrating her fully with one stroke.  His evil surprise, completely took
the wind out of her.  She just laid there, sprawled, with her ass high in
the air, letting him do with her body whatever he wanted to.  Sensing no
fight in her, he let go of her head and starting caressing his huge meat
shaft.

   She tried to ignore the fact that there was a huge soapy dildo fucking
her.

   She tried not to notice that she was on all fours in a foreign shower.

   She tried to block the insane boy who was breathing heavily next to ear,
out of her mind.

   But she couldn't.  She couldn't when the boy increased his tempo.  She
couldn't when he licked her ear.  And she still couldn't when he raised her
limp head by the hair, turned her face towards his dick and shot a spray of
cum on face.

   More globs hit her face as the boy cursed and jerked.  For once, she was
grateful she was in a shower, as the water quickly cleaned her defiled
face. Paying no attention to her, he simply stood up, above her defeated
body and starting washing his hair.  When he finished, he started looking
around for a soap.

   "I cant find my soap.  Do you mind if I borrow yours?  " he asked her.

   She couldn't believe her ears.  That soap was still jammed in her
vagina.

   "Did you hear me?  Is it o.k.  if I used your soap?" he asked again.

   Suddenly her pathetic whimpers turned into desperate crying as he sent
his hand to the soap and pulled it out of her.  This was pure degradation,
total humiliation.  What did she do to him to be treated like this?  Why
was he doing this to her?  Why was she punished?  She was crying loudly,
desperately at the hopelessness of her situation, at the heavy burden on
her shoulders and the price she was paying to preserve the thing which was
most important to her in the world: her family.

   The boy was whistling happily as he lathered himself, paying almost no
attention to the weeping woman at his feet.  When he finished washing, he
turned off the faucets and left, after wishing her good night, leaving her
shivering in the empty shower.





   * * *





   She locked the door to his room when she finally woke up.  After a short
shower, in which she avoided closing her eyes, and kept watching at the
door, Patricia got into bed and closed her eyes.  But sleep wouldn't come.
Lewd images of the two mental rapes she suffered kept haunting her :
kneeling naked save for the heel shoes in the lemonade pool in the kitchen,
violated by the monstrous soap dildo in the shower and most of all,
Nathaniel's evil words.  Even when she was able to temporarily put the boy
out of her thoughts, her mind would wander to her sick brother and his
vulnerable family who were all depending on her.  She felt like a trapped
animal.  The only way out for her was to forsake the people who needed her
most.  And she couldn't let them down.

   Could she?

   How far, she thought, would he go?  And more important, how far was she
willing to follow?  Could she break out of the trap she was in, and risk
not being able to raise the money she needed so desperately?  Could she
take such a risk?  What sacrifice was she ready to make?  Her virtue?  Her
dignity?  Her sanity?  She always tried to do the right thing, always
feeling there was a higher force judging people, looking out for them, but
she also knew that Nathaniel's deed were wrong and evil.  In the following
hours, she tossed and turned restlessly caught between tormenting thoughts
and terrorizing dreams, until she fell into a dark, comatose sleep.





   * * *





   The daily life in the house barely changed in the last two days before
Nancy's arrival.  The house's inhabitants' relationship, however, have. 
Hurt and angry, Patricia spoke to the boy only when it was necessary.  She
didn't respond to his jokes, his stories, and later on, to his threats and
pleadings.  She was surprised at the effect her cold attitude had on the
boy: depraved as he was, it seemed to her that he still needed her approval
and affection.  In a few short hours she realized she had a new power in
her hands, and she vowed to use it to save her soul.  Determined to retain
her dignity or get fired trying, she used her authority mercilessly,
forcing the boy to prepare his homework alone, go to sleep early, and of
course, bath by himself.  She even bought herself a new wardrobe (although
she still didn't dare to throw away the clothes he brought her.).  It
wasn't without hesitations at first: she was afraid of the boy's reaction,
and didn't want to lose her job.  Other people were depending on her.  But
that sleepless night she made a decision: she was determined to cling to
her dignity, and after she realized how the boy needed her affection, felt
it would work out.  It was difficult at first, but she got a feeling she
was starting to discipline him.

   On their way to pick up Nancy from the airport, Patricia tried to figure
out whether she should tell her about her son.  Obviously, he had a
problem. But would Nancy believe her?  What if the wicked boy came with a
story of his own devious mind?  That would get her fired, maybe even
charged with rape.  And even if Nancy would believe her, the boy would
start some sort of treatment, and her services wouldn't be needed .  She
decided to keep her mouth shut: The past was gone, and she was determined
to put him in his place if he tried his perverted ideas again.

   She was surprised when Nancy informed her that unfortunately, she had to
fly again immediately back, not even being able to spend the night at home.
Nancy thanked her "for her wonderful job" and handed her a 5000 dollars
bonus.  The boy was in love with her, said Nancy.  Patricia's spirits rose
a bit when she heard that.  Maybe discipline was all he needed after all.
On the way back she started to break the ice, wishing to return to a
healthier relationship with the boy.  They ate dinner, bathed (separately)
and went to sleep.  Life was starting to look normal again.







   * * *





   That night was a stormy summer night.  The lightning flashed and the
thunder rolled in great, window rattling blasts as the storm vented its
fury on the surrounding countryside.  A thunder crashed and Patricia
snuggled under the blankets.  It was almost 3 AM when she suddenly heard
strange, high pitched voice from Nathaniel's room between two thunders.  As
she listened carefully, she realized Nathaniel was crying.  The poor boy!
She hesitated a few minutes, then got out of bed and opened the door to his
room: He still was a little boy, and he was alone and afraid.  Nathaniel
covered himself with blankets, shivering and weeping.

   "What's wrong, honey?" she asked him softly.

   He didn't reply, just sobbed some more.

   "Are you afraid?"

   Not a word.  She tried talking to him some more, but wouldn't cooperate.
Finally, she gave up.

   "Want to come to sleep with me?"

   He nodded slowly.

   "Come" she took his hand.

   In the darkness, she couldn't see him lick his lips.  She went into bed
and made some room for him as well.  Then she kissed the boy, wished him
good night, turned her back to him and shut down the light.  Immediately,
she fell asleep.

   Patricia slept soundly and strange dreams filled her sleeping mind.  She
was a teen again and her boyfriend was trying to feel her breasts.  His
hand was almost on her bra covered mound.  She could feel his manhood as it
pressed against her ass.  He was hard.  She woke up when she felt his
tongue in her ear.  Nathaniel was above her, his long tongue sticking out
and he was naked.  It was her turn to surprise him: Her knee met his
stomach forcefully and he keeled over, the air taken out of his lungs. 
Without hesitating, she grabbed him by the ear and forced him to his room.

   "That's it!  I quit!" she screamed at him "I don't care about your
mother or her stinking money!  Tomorrow morning I'm out of here!"

   She slammed the door and locked it.  That boy was a psychopath, and she
had to quit while she was able.  Unable to sleep, she packed her things and
paced around the room.  After about an hour, guilt started filling her. 
She was abandoning her family.  She was dooming her brother, his wife and
their sweet five years old twins.  But what option did she have?  What was
the boy going to do next?  Confused, she kneeled by the bed and prayed for
courage, then she got into bed, and fell asleep .

   When she woke up, she was determined again.  This time it was final. 
Not bothering to wake Nathaniel up, she fixed herself a light breakfast and
phoned the taxi company.  The clerk informed her that a taxi was already on
the way to the house, and suggested that she took it on the way back.  This
surprised her a little, but she only smiled to herself, seeing it as a sign
from above.  With a light heart, she opened the door, and started down the
door.  When she reached the gate, the taxi wasn't there, but after a few
moments, she heard a car and then it appeared.  It wasn't empty.  Her heart
sank when she recognized its passengers : it was her brother's wife,
Sharon, and her twin daughters.

   Sharon stepped out of the car and immediately started crying.  Patricia
said nothing and hugged her, waiting for her kin to settle down.  The
twins, not knowing what was the crying all about, started crying as well as
they hugged their mommy's legs.  When she finally gained her senses Sharon
said :

   "It's getting worse.  The doctors say he has only six months left.  We
need the money by then.  Patricia, what are we going to do?"

   She started sobbing silently again as Patricia hugged her once more.

   "What are you doing here?" she asked "Surely you could have told me that
by phone?"

   "I called you last night and the boy answered the phone.  He asked
what's wrong and I told him.  He said his mother was paying you a lot of
money but you want to leave because he is spoiled.  Then he said that since
it's an emergency, he could ask his mother to raise your salary if you
stayed.  I don't know how awful can one little boy be, but please stay! 
I'm begging you!"

   Patricia lowered her head in despair.  Her eyes met the sad eyes of the
twins.  She was doomed.

   Faking an encouraging smile she said : "All right.  I'll do it.  Don't
worry Sharon, everything is going to be all right.  I will get the money.
Everything is going to be fine.  Do you want to come inside and rest
awhile?"

   "No, I can't, honey.  I must go back to Robert.  But maybe..."

   "Maybe what?"

   "Maybe the twins could stay here, just for a while"

   Patricia thought of the young twins and the pervert boy, and shuddered.

   "Sorry Sharon, but taking care of this...spoiled boy is hard enough.  I
really am sorry."

   "Don't be.  It's alright.  We must be going now" Sharon pointed at the
restless driver "Take care now!"

   Patricia hugged and kissed her and the girls.  They waived her as the
taxi took off.  She hesitated for a moment, then, with a sinking feeling,
started climbing up the road again.  Her legs felt heavy and her mouth went
dry when she opened the door.

   Nathaniel was waiting for her in the living room, gloating.  He was
sitting in the huge leather armchair, which she knew belonged to his late
father, and held a glass of scotch in his right hand.  He wore only a silk
robe and a pair of expensive-looking slippers she never saw before. 
"Welcome back, Patricia " he said in fake cheerfulness "How's your
brother?"

   "Fine.  Thanks." she stammered as she started to turn away and go to her
room.

   "No so fast." he said, raising his voice a little.

   She stopped.

   "I hear he's not doing so well.  I hear you need more money.  Is it
true?"

   She nodded slowly.

   "Good." he said obviously satisfied "These cloths look boring and old!
What happened to the cool ones I sent you?  Never mind.  Go to your room
and change back to the way you should look if you want to keep your job."

   Patricia started to protest, then stopped, realizing she had no choice.
She turned and started to leave when he added :

   "And one more thing.  Bring down all those horrible cloths you bought
when you return.  Oh...and paint your lips pink."

   She returned ten minutes later, wearing tight lilac shorts and a tiny
button shirt.  Her hands were filled with all the new cloths she bought,
most of them still with the price tags on them.

   "Good.  Now kindly throw them in the fireplace."

   "What?  " She didn't believe her ears.

   "NOW!" he screamed.

   She took the pile and threw it in the red brick fireplace.

   "Now spray some gasoline on it" he motioned at the small plastic bottle
which stood nearby.

   Her hands shaked as she complied, soaking the pile with gasoline.

   "Burn it."

   She lit a match, but it fell from her trembling hands.  Then she lit
another.  The third one didn't fall.  She threw it in and it immediately
caught, burning her cloths and with them her hope of breaking free.  They
watched the fire until it was gone, leaving only a small pile of burning
ashes.

   "So long for this ugly outfit.  Now get on your knees."

   She didn't bother to resist.  The battle was lost anyway.

   "Crawl here, whore" he ordered.

   She crawled on the heavy carpet, until she reached between her legs.  He
slowly opened his silk robe: underneath it, he was naked.  His big penis
was already erect.

   "Suck it, whore"

   Patricia obeyed, having no choice at all.  She closed her pink lips
around it and sucked on it, hating the salty taste but helpless to do
anything but the commands of the boy.  Her tongue moved tentatively against
the bottom of his cock, leaving a hot, wet trail on it.  As his breath
coming in short pants, Nathaniel began to force her head up and down on his
prick, forcing her to bob up and down on him.  He was cautious at first
about how much of his cock he put into her mouth, but as he got more
excited, he started ramming more and more of it into her, going for the
back of her mouth.  Patricia became more and more frightened as he raped
her mouth.  She put her hands on the arms of the chair, trying to get some
leverage to prevent him from forcing himself too deeply into her mouth, but
because of her mental state, she was much weaker than him, and couldn't get
the leverage she needed.  He began to force his big, hard cock into his
tutor's throat.  She choked and gagged, her hands coming up to try to free
herself...he merely laughed, and kept throat-fucking her.  Her eyes bugged
out, and she nearly threw up, but just as it became unbearable to her, he
came with almost painful jets, shooting a copious load of jism right down
her throat.  Then he pulled his cock completely out of her mouth and pushed
her hard, sending her over onto her back on the floor, where she lay
choking and panting for several minutes, thick cum covering her neck,
breasts and the little golden cross between them.  Nathaniel just sank
back, gasping.  Patricia was recovering, kneeling on the floor and
shivering.

   "Good girl" he rasped finally "Things are going to be different from now
on, if you want the job, that is."







   * * *





   And thing WERE different in the following four weeks.  Powerless to
control the boy, Patricia realized she had no choice but to play the game
by his rules.  She started to believe that the boy was suffering from a
form of mild schizophrenia.  The daily routine of breakfast, school,
homework, leisure time, dinner and shower was taking place regularly, with
the boy giving her almost no trouble at all: most of the time, he was
funny, smart and sometime even generous and kind.  He actually convinced
his mother to raise her salary, which was now 20,000 dollars a month,
encouraged her when she was depressed about her brother, and helped her
with her daily chores.

   In his spare time, they watched videos, went to the zoo and played
football in the huge lawn, sometimes with some friends from school.  But
his darker side was rearing its ugly head from time to time.  He didn't
allow her to wear normal clothing.  More than once he forced her to wake
him up by sucking his penis and ordered her to clean it with her hair, jerk
him off while they were watching a movie together, masturbate in front of
him, coat his penis with hot maple sauce and having her lick it, scrub the
floors on all fours, wearing a miniskirt and no panties with him
masturbating behind her, or, his latest discovery, pour olive oil on her
chest, mesh her tits together and let him fuck her big bare breasts.  But
she gradually learnt to block it out.  She stopped crying and begging when
she realized it was hopeless: if Nathaniel wanted her, he took her.  From
time to time, she was simply going through the motions when he felt like
abusing her.  Hating to get hit by his cum in her eyes, she even bought a
pair of glasses which she wore when he was starting to lust after her.  But
she also drew a line: she wouldn't let him actually fuck her or put his
fingers inside her.  Somehow, she felt it was her last shred of dignity,
her last barrier before she became a common whore, fucking for money.  And
it wasn't as if he didn't try: He tried penetrating her while they jokingly
wrestled on the grass during a ball game.  He tried to sneak on her while
she washing the dishes.  He even tried to take her while she was asleep.

   But she turned him down each time.  Graceful but determined, Patricia
did not allow him to fuck her.  She refused his money offerings and did not
scare at his threats.  Politely and humorously, she refused to let the boy
cross this line.  Defeated time after time, he was sulking at first, but
soon realized that since there was nothing to be done, he'd better take
what he could take.  Realizing that his mother's money wasn't going to help
him this time, he started devising another plan to posses her completely.



   It was during a quiet dinner when he suddenly asked her:

   "Patricia ?"

   "What, honey?"

   "If you work here about six weeks, and you make about 20,000 dollars a
month, you'll only be making about 120,000 until the six months period is
over.  You'll still be about 80,000 short.  Will Sharon be able to raise
that money by then?"

   Patricia felt icy fingers clutching her heart.  Why didn't she think of
it before?  Maybe if she could get another raise...

   "I'm afraid Nancy won't raise your salary any more.  It was almost
impossible for me to convince her to raise it so high.  She'll never raise
it again."

   She knew he was right.  Nancy was a loving mother, but she was also a
cold business woman.  She was outside his room when he spoke to his mother
on the phone, trying to convince her to raise Patricia's salary.  He was
crying, and begging and once even hinted at suicide.  It took him almost 30
minutes to convince Nancy, but Paricia doubted whether he could do it
again.

   "Yes..I..I didn't think about it.  No.  Sharon could never come up with
the money...I don't know what to do..." she was on the verge of crying,
realizing that all her efforts, all the torment she was going through,
might become futile.

   "If only that rich bitch would raise your salary...I must help you!" He
said with a heated voice.

   "Nathaniel, don't talk about your mother like that!" she said sternly.

   "No!  Its true!  She has so much jewelry upstairs!  She'll never know
if..."

   "NATHANIEL!" she shouted at him "I don't want to hear that talk!  I'm
not a thief!  And so are you!"

   Her words, and their tone hurt him deeply.  His face paled, and he
lowered his head.

   "There, there" she comforted him "Everything is going to be all right"

   She sat next to him and caressed his hair.

   "I'm sorry I raised my voice.  But I'm not going to take anything that's
not belonging to me.  I know you meant well, but stealing is not the way."

   His head bowed, she couldn't see the smile spreading on his face.  The
seeds have been sown.







   * * *







   It seemed to her that her previous ordeals were nothing compared to what
she was going through in the next week.  Cleaning Nancy's bedroom became a
torment as she struggled to avoid looking at the jewelry boxes.  She even
ceased dusting them.  Complex calculations were filling her mind from dusk
to dawn and in her dreams as well, but the results were all the same: if no
drastic solution was to be found, she couldn't come up with the 200,000
needed to save her brother.  All her efforts, the degradation and
humiliation she was going through would be in vain.  She almost stopped
eating as she wrestled with the dilemma, passing the days in a trance-like
state and tossing in her bed at nights while desperately trying to work a
way out.  And from day to day, the temptation to go into Nancy's bedroom
and open one of the jewelry boxes was harder.  Just to peek.

   The only upside of the situation, she thought, was that Nathaniel ceased
abusing her for now.  But she knew it was a temporary situation.  He kept
hinting at those jewels.  "Each one was worth a fortune" he kept telling
her "Nancy's will never notice if one or two were gone.  She never wears
them!"

   If it wasn't for her daily routines and chores, she would have gone
insane, but she hung up to them like a machine, going through the day like
a robot.  She didn't want to steal anything.  She never did.  But having
gone so far, she would hate herself if failed.  And there was another
thing: Robert's situation was a delicate one.  His state has degraded once,
limiting the time she had from twelve to six months.  But it could degrade
again.  And then what?  Maybe she was meant to take them, after all?  Maybe
she was sinning by refusing god's gift to her?  Her private hell lasted for
six days.  Each day it was harder for her to resist opening the jewelry
boxes.  Each day she felt they were beaconing to her whenever she was,
whatever she was doing.

   Until she could take it no longer.

   It was a sunny morning and Patricia just returned from driving Nathaniel
to school.  As she opened the door, a cold feeling filled her heart: she
was going to steal some of them.  She quickly went upstairs, opened each of
the five boxes and picked five articles in random, without bothering to
really look at them.  Then she went back to her car and, trembling with
fear and desperation, drove downtown until she reached a pawn-shop.  The
fat keeper licked his lips as he saw her, dressed in one of Nathaniel's
outfits.  Today she wore high platform sandals and a skimpy summer dress
with a deep cleavage.

   "Morning, sweet thing" he said, eyeing her profoundly.

   "Morning" she stammered.  Without saying a word, she approached the
counter and spilled the jewelry on it.  Upon looking at the jewels, the
keeper's eyes almost burst out of their sockets.  immediately he went to
the door and put a "closed" sign.  Then he locked the shop and examined
them closely.  After a few minutes he let out a whistle.

   "Honey, I can give you 60 grand for these rocks" he shifted his weight
from side to side, knowing that he was screwing her with the insulting
offer.

   "O.k." she croaked "Where is the money?"

   "I need to see their proof of purchase first" he said, knowing that she
didn't have any, and starting figure how to take advantage of it.

   "I..I don't have it on me..." she lied terribly.

   "WHAT?" he faked a shock "They might be stolen!  I must call the
police!"

   He made a motion toward the phone when she begged :

   "No!  please don't call the police...Look, I'll just take them and
leave, O.k.  ?"

   "Sorry...I'm an honest citizen.  If I suspect that these rocks are hot,
I must report that.  I must report that a young woman came to the shop
today driving a white convertible with a license plate "dge4ui".  If I
don't report, my conscience will kill me." slowly, he was grinding his
penis at the counter and his heart was beating fast.  He was going to get
her.

   "Please...Can't I just leave?" she begged.

   "Not unless you can make it up to my conscience.." he wept the sweat
from his brow.

   "What do you mean?"

   He reached behind him and pulled a used blue pair of knee caps from one
of the shelves .  They used to belong to one of the kids in the block. 
Then he handed them to her.

   "Put these on" he ordered.

   "What?"

   "NOW!  or I'm calling the cops, you whore"

   Butterflies filled her stomach.  It was going to happen again.  Someone
was going to abuse her again.  But this vile man could turn her to the
cops. Patricia didn't have much of a choice.  She sank to her padded knees
and closed her eyes.

   The keeper came from behind the counter and caressed her cheek.  He saw
tear rolling from her left eye and caught it with his finger, then tasted
it.  The salty tear tasted like an old wine to him.  It had a taste of
power.  An aroma of lust.

   "Open your mouth" he said softly.  She obeyed.  He put his big dick in
her hot mouth.

   "Suck it"

   Her stomach tightened nauseously as she tasted the salty tanginess of
his prick crammed against her quivering lips.  The burning knot of nausea
in her stomach grew larger and threatened to make her violently sick, but
she fought it bravely, determined not to add to her humiliation.  Tears of
abject degradation and helpless surrender streamed down her flushed cheeks
as she realized she was about to be forced to do this lurid act with a
total stranger; with Nathaniel, it was so despicable.  But with this awful,
filthy man it became an act of total debasement, beyond anything she would
have dreamed possible.  "You know what to do with it, baby," growled the
man, gripping her shoulder-length blond hair tightly between the fingers of
both his hands and twisting until her mouth opened in searing pain.  "Suck
it, cunt!  Suck it!  Suck it real good, and use that sweet little tongue of
yours to clean it nice and slick."

   Paricia tried to beg one last time for mercy, but when her lips parted,
his bulky cock was quickly shoved between them, filling her mouth with its
fleshy length.  He rammed it forward with a sudden snap of his pelvis, and
her cheeks hollowed to accommodate its full size as it began to swell and
harden quickly in the warm, wet confines of her mouth.  "Lick it , bitch!"
he ordered, "Lick it till it's nice and hard.  And if you're real good,
you'll get an extra treat." She glanced up at him with soulful, pleading
brown eyes, but the menacing smirk streaked across his face told her there
was no hope left.  Instinctively, she tried to keep her tongue from
touching his obscene member, but she found it impossible as the thick shaft
continued to swell in the warm moistness of her mouth.  His fingers
tightened once again in her thick hair.  "Lick it, I told you!  Lick it
real nice!" Timidly, Patricia touched her tongue to the throbbing head of
his fleshy cock, afraid of what response it might bring.  She sickened at
the mere thought of his hot, seething semen emptying into her throat--she
tried to keep those thoughts out of her mind.  Filled with hot blood, the
swollen rod grew even larger as her tongue reluctantly caressed the thick
length of his prick, swirling it in the warm juices of her mouth.  As it
seemed to grow ever longer and thicker, she was suddenly terribly
frightened.

   The keeper fucked her face for several minutes, penetrating each time
just enough to make her feel like she was going choke, and then withdrew.
The shop was filled with wet sucking sounds as he fucked her face.  He
didn't allow her to hold him, grabbing her head in his palms instead. 
Without a hint of warning, the man suddenly pulled his long, heavy prick
from Patricia's ovaled lips with a quick jerk of his loins.  she looked up
at her captor with wide-eyed wonderment as his long shaft slipped from
between her moist, clasping lips in a gleaming, hard length that amazed her
when she saw how much her mouth had been able to contain.  "Surprised,
bitch?" sneered the man, holding his huge cock in his left hand so that the
distended tip brushed her lips.  Then a salty taste filled her mouth as he
pumped her full of cum.  Gobs of it landed in her hair and forehead,
causing her to flinch.  He collapsed on a nearby chair and breathed heavily
for a few minutes, then said:

   "Wait here and I'll get you the money, sweet thing.  You see, I'm not
that bad." He returned almost an hour later with a brown paper bag and
handed it to her.  She opened the bag and saw large amount of bills inside.

   "Don't bother counting, it's all there" he assured her.

   Hating to stay another minute in the shop she rose to her feet and went
to the door.  He escorted her to the door and opened it.

   "Half of the stuff here is stolen.  Did you really think I'd call the
cops?" he laughed.

   She didn't answer, just got into the car and drove.  The did was done.









   After making a deposit, she drove back to the house with a lighter
heart. With the 50,000, her salary and some luck, Robert's chances looked
better.  She got home and starting her remaining routines, whistling and
singing.  Nathaniel immediately sensed her change in the mood but said
nothing.  She was glad he ignored it because she didn't want to lie to him
on one hand, but she definitely didn't want to tell him the truth, either.
For the first time in the last week, they just chatted all the way home.

   It came as no surprise to her that Nathaniel had severe social problems.
It seems that the only friends he did have, only allowed him to tag along
because of his cool toys and his money.  They were older than him and she
really hated the rare occasions they visited the house: it seemed to her
that they always stared at her ass and tits, which were rather hard to
conceal, of course, given the whorish cloths she was wearing.  Today he
told her how they allowed him to sit with them during a whole lunch time if
he invited them next week, and she sighed when he told her he agreed. 
After fixing him a light supper, they made homework together.  Her heart
lighter now, she was the one who did most of the talking, he just nodded
from time to time, occasionally licking his lips.  Slowly she realized that
something was up: he was the one who usually chattered.  But having learnt
to fear the troubled youth, she had no desire to call the bear out of the
woods and decided to wait and see.  After about an hour, he finished and
they went to the couch to watch a VCR.  It was a small tradition they
started, that he'd bring a movie each day from the store near his school
and they'd watch it together.  She brought root beers and fresh popcorn for
them as he handled the machine.

   "Well, what are we watching tonight?" she asked.

   "Something special" he replied as he sat.

   "Ooh!  Interesting!"

   The tape started, interestingly enough, without any commercial and it
had no sound.  In black and white, it showed a room, which looked vaguely
familiar to Patricia.  Nothing happened.

   "What is this crap?" she asked "Give me some action, kid.."

   "You'll have your action all right, just wait" he answered, his voice
suddenly strange and mocking.

   Suddenly, cold numbness started filling her body, chilling her heart: a
figure entered the room.  It was her.  She watched herself open several
jewelry boxes, taking several articles and leave quickly.  He set her up!
He planned the whole thing.  Her heart pounding wildly, she sank back with
despair, as Nathaniel leaned toward her and whispered in her ear.

   "It is needless to say that I have another copy which I will hand the
police if you don't do exactly as I say.  You see, it's not only about
letting your brother die anymore, it's about going to jail as well,
Kapish?"

   She nodded weakly.

   "I want you to know that I own you now.  You are my slave, my whore, and
I will FUCK you whenever I please.  I will FUCK you in your mouth, I will
FUCK you in you cunt, I will FUCK you standing, bending, kneeling,
crawling, pleading, cursing or struggling.  Am I making myself clear now?"

   Again, a weak nod.

   "Very good.  You know, Nancy doesn't have many rules around this house,
but she never allowed me any pets, and I always wanted a puppy.  Well,
your'e my pet now.  My bitch if you like.  Here bitch, wear this"

   He handed her a spiked dog-collar.  She just stared at it dumbly.

   "Go on, wear it!" he urged her.

   With trembling fingers, she put it on.

   "You will NEVER take it off inside the house.  You will sleep with it,
shower with it and eat with it.  If I catch you without it you'll be
punished."

   He paused and stared at her beautiful face, now streaming with tears. 
He licked her ear once, then continued.

   "Now you must be wondering when will I FUCK you.  Well, this is the fun
part: it's a surprise.  And since it's a surprise, I can't tell you when,
but I can tell you this: You won't see it coming.  Expect me when you least
expect me.  Maybe when you shower?  When your'e asleep?  On the phone with
Nancy?  Who knows?  But I am coming for you.  And I will fuck you.  And
fuck you good.  Good night, I'll take a shower myself, thank you."

   She remained sitting alone on the couch, pondering.  At first, she felt
almost no fear or despair, just pity for Nathaniel.  The poor boy was
mentally ill, she was certain.  Schizophrenic for sure.  Maybe even another
illness.  The trauma of a murdered father, growing up almost alone in this
big house with no mother to guide him has obviously affected him.  She has
seen insane kids before and always thought it was the saddest thing on
earth.  But this maniac held the key to her freedom.  The key to her
brother's life.  She could no longer even delude herself that she could
quit here and find another job.  She couldn't leave.

   Nathaniel owned her.



   ***

   Patricia lived in fear.  Cold, ever-present fear that filled her from
the moment she woke up in the morning, through the day and even during the
night.  Even when Nathaniel was not at home, the dog collar she wore,
reminded her that he owned her, but when he was, it was pure torment: just
as he threatened her, he didn't violate her at the first opportunity. 
Instead, he'd terrorize her whenever he could.  When she came to wake him
up one morning, he ordered her to lie on the bed, and when she did, he laid
on top of her, his obvious erection pressing against her vulva.  She stared
at him with fear, but he just smiled and caressed her hair.

   "Not yet." he whispered in her ear, before letting her go.

   Another time, after she drove him from school, he ordered her to bend
over the hood of the car once they were in the garage, lowered her shorts
and panties and took out his penis, slowly jerking it inches from her
mound. Again, he let her endure long, fearful moments before he said "Not
yet, Patty...".

   She didn't know why he tormented her like that, but the tension was
straining her already worn nerves.  When she woke up one night, and found
him naked in her bed, leering at her, she just whispered : "Please,
Nathaniel.  Do it already.  I can't take this tension any longer.".  The
boy just grinned again, kissed her cheek and said : "Good night."



   ***



   "Hey, sweet-thing!" Nathaniel pinched her ass under the short, peach
skirt as she was bent over the laundry basket: he had a way of sneaking up
on her, scaring the living daylights out of her.  Patricia yelped with pain
and surprise, and turned to face him.  "W-what do you want?" she asked, her
voice trembling.  The boy said nothing: he slowly sent his hand to her
groin.  She felt the small palm between her thighs, sneaking under her
skirt, and gasped when the little fingers touched her panties covered
mound. He started to caress it with one hand, his other hugging her
tenderly, almost compassionately, and peacefully rested his blond head on
her big breast.  She bit her lip and gasped again when his fingers slid
under the cloth and penetrated her most private part, closing her eyes in
shame as he started violating her.  Patricia's face suddenly blushed with
shame as she felt her juices stating to flow, instinctively protecting her
body against invasion.  It was obvious that the boy was aroused as well:
his freakish erection was rubbing her flesh several inches over her knee.
Suddenly Nathaniel took out his invading fingers and sniffed them
curiously. "Yuck.  What is that stuff?" .  She said nothing.  "Aww, forget
it..It's time to move on".  he said as a matter of fact.  His hand returned
to her groin, but instead of violating her again, he lowered her now-wet
panties to her ankles.  "Why did you do that?" she asked dumbly, terrified
of the answer.  "Do you really have to ask that?" he grinned "Lie down on
the floor."

   Her heart grew suddenly cold: it was time.  The boy was going to take
her.

   "Here?" she asked with a little, squeaking voice.  The boy just nodded.
Patricia laid down on a pile of dirty clothes and closed her eyes.  "Open
your eyes." he ordered.  She opened her eyes and her heart sank again at
the sight of the boy, standing between her defenseless, spread legs, his
naked monstrosity jutting forward.  Naked erection.  It suddenly dawned on
her that on top of everything she could get pregnant, as the boy wore no
protection: her faith didn't allow her to use the pill.  Her mind screamed,
but all she could do was to stare at him, like a rabbit caught in the
blinding lights of a screaming truck.  Then she fainted.



   * * *

   When she woke up, she was alone.  With trembling fingers, she reached
for her vagina, fearing that the boy raped her when she passed out.  She
calmed down a little when she found no evidence of him defiling her.  Yet.
The house was quiet.  A short tour in the rooms told her that he has gone
to school, probably to by cab, as he has done on several occasions before.
Her thoughts return to the laundry room, and the boy's unprotected penis.
She was trapped: her faith prevented her from using pills but she was
terrified of getting pregnant.  Patricia wasn't a virgin, but she only
slept with a man twice, and on both occasions she hinted her partner that
he should use condoms.  Obviously she couldn't ask Nathaniel for that. 
Could she?



   * * *

   Nathaniel returned in the afternoon.  His mood was light and lively
again, but this time she couldn't match her mood to his.  He approached her
happily, kissed her on her cheek, and said: "Hi Patty" "Hi." she replied,
her voice strange in her ears "How was your day in school?" "ok, I guess."
he replied offhand.  "Patty, what is AIDS?" The question took her by
surprise.  "WHAT?" "What's AIDS?  Rakim and the boys told me that it kills
you if it gets you.  Is that true?" "Well, yes." she replied, still
shocked. "But what is it?" "It's a virus, Nathaniel.  A lethal virus." "And
I can get it in toilet and when I play with myself , right?" "No!  That's
nonsense!" without thinking, she became a teacher again "You can only get
it by mixing infected blood with healthy blood.  Such as when.." her voice
suddenly trailed off.  "When what?" he insisted.  "Never mind." she mumbled
again, her face blushing with embarrassment.  "Patty!" he whined.  "Such as
when having sex." "Oh." he said, straining to put all the jigsaw puzzle
pieces he now had, into place.  Patricia resumed cooking, busying herself
with the pie.  "So how do condoms fit in?" he said after a few minutes. 
"Condoms?" she said again, surprised.  "Yes.  They are connected, right?"
"Yes, they are.  If you wear them, your'e less likely to get AIDS." "All
the time?  Like Michael Jackson's oxygen tent?" Patricia laughed at the
image of people walking around for hours wearing condoms, but turned
serious when she realized she was going to explain it further for him. 
"No, only when your'e having sex." she said.  "So, you wear a condom before
having sex so your blood won't mix with the other person's blood, and you
won't get AIDS, right?" he asked proudly, glad to figure it out.  "Yes,
Nathaniel." she said "That's correct." "Show me." His voice was thicker
this time and she knew what it meant: it was futile to resist him when he
was like that, but she instinctively tried.  "Show you what?" she asked. 
"How do you wear it." "After dinner, ok?" "Now.  Show me how to wear a
condom now!" he raised his voice a little.  He drew a condom out of his
pocket, and put it on the table.  "I bought several condoms at the machine
in the mall.  Now what do I do?" "Well, you have to be hard." she tried to
smile, but failed.  "Then blow me." he said simply "I want to see how to
wear it." There was no lust or malice in his voice : weird and depraved as
he was, she knew it was pure curiosity that drove him now.  Not wishing to
anger him, she turned off the stove, and dropped to her knees between his
legs.  Her fingers were already trained in unzipping him, and her wet lips
were wrapped around his erecting penis in seconds, drawing a small gasp of
pleasure from him.  A few licks and suction motions later, she felt him
filling her mouth, his young meat throbbing.  He gasped again, this time
with disappointment, when she removed her mouth from his penis, and opened
the condom wrapper.  Patricia eyed the little diagram, and rolled the
transparent rubber over his erection, forcing giggles out him in the
process.  "Hey, that tickles!" he laughed and squirmed.  "Knock it off, big
boy, stop moving!" she joined his laughter, her weeks in the strange house
turning her almost oblivious to the surreal situation they were in.  "There
you go." she said when he was covered "That's the way you wear a condom. 
When they teach you about condom in school, you can tell the teacher you
already know all about them..." Nathaniel touched his rubber covered penis
with fascination, studying it.  When his erection started to subside, he
jerked it full, until the condom was tight and shiny again.  Patricia
slowly rose from her kneeling position and returned to the stove.  The pie
was almost done, but she wanted to add more carrots, and some cheese. 
"Take off your panties and bend over the table" his chilling words came
after a few minutes "I will fuck you now." Strange sense of relief filled
her when she heard those words.  The tension of their continuos
cat-and-mouse game was about to be over, and she thanked god for his
fascination with condoms, which relatively assured her she would not get
pregnant.  Without a word, she went to the table, lowered her panties, bent
over and spread her legs apart, leaving him room.  There was a considerable
height difference between them, so Nathaniel dragged a stool, positioned it
between her ankles, and stood on it.  A sudden pain from her anus warned of
her the perils of having sex with partners possessing little knowledge of
female anatomy.  "Wait!" she wailed in pain, as the eager boy forced his
way into her anus.  "What?" he asked, surprised by her scream "What
happed?" "Y-o-u a-r-e i-n t-h-e w-r-o-n-g h-o-l-e!  Take it out!" she
panted.  "Oops.." the boy said, obviously embarrassed "You mean I'm in
your...?" "Yes, in your'e killing me with that monster!" cold sweat filled
her strained face as her nails scratched the wooden table.  "Sorry.." he
said, finally taking his penis out "I was too excited.." "Allow me." she
said.  Patricia sent her hand to his tool, surprised again at the size of
it.  She guided it slowly into her snatch, and again gasped with discomfort
as the huge meat prong strained her delicate flesh.  "G-o s-l-o-w!" she
hissed, her muscles desperately trying to accommodate the invader, but
Nathaniel was ecstatic: he had never felt such a feeling in his whole young
life.  Neither his own hand, nor hers, her mouth or breasts could engulf
him the way her tight pussy did.  He was completely absorbed in the
pleasure that filled young body, pounding her wildly, too absorbed to
notice the discomfort he was causing her.  "Please, Nathaniel, slow down!"
she cried, tears filling her eyes, but the boy just kept pounding into her
voluptuous, sweating body, addicted to the amazing sensations coming from
his rubber-covered monster.  He stood on his tiptoes , sent his hands until
he reached her pendulous breasts, and started to maul them as if he was
playing with play-dough, his small body stretched over her writhing frame.
Neither suffering from older men's pride, nor blessed with their endurance,
he gasped suddenly and spasmed several times, pumping semen into the
rubber. After his breathing has resumed a little, the boy stepped down from
the stool with trembling knees, and sat on a nearby chair, smiling with
pride.  "Well, did you like it?" he beamed with pride "That was awesome! 
Thanks!" At this Patricia started to cry again : Nathaniel Faulton was a
spoiled rich child, who always got what he wanted, and in his eyes, she was
simply his latest toy : the coolest yet, and the most exciting by far. 
"Why are you crying?  I thought you enjoyed it too!" he said with genuine
concern which surprised her a little, even in her shocked state.  She
didn't reply.  Salty mist covered her eyes, as she found a towel to clean
her face, trying to stop the tears.  "Oh, whatever." he sighed " I still
think it was pretty cool.  Wait till I tell the guys about it." "YOU WHAT??
" dazed as she was, she still couldn't ignore those words.  "What?" he
looked at her, surprised at her reaction.  "YOU WILL DO NO SUCH A THING,
YOU HEAR ME?!  NO SUCH A THING!" she yelled, a new wave of tears filling
her eyes.  "Ok, Ok.." he tried to calm her down, obviously puzzled "I
already..  Never mind"

   "You already what?  Oh my god.." she said as she understood what he has
been doing.  "You already told them everything, didn't you..?" Patricia
knew how fragile was his social status: his stories were obviously what
kept the older boys interested at him.  No wonder they leered at her on the
few times they were around.  Nathaniel said nothing, he just looked at her,
hurt.  "I can't believe it.." she mumbled, her hands covering her face
which was blushed again, with shame.  "I didn't know it was a secret..They
told me they did it too, Stan said that one time he and.." Suddenly, he
looked so small.  "I don't want to hear about it, ok?" she snapped at him.
"ok." he said silently, his head bowed.  Patricia left the kitchen and went
to her room.



   * * *

   She was still in her room when she heard a knock on her door a few hours
later.  "Who's there?" she asked, surprised a little: she didn't expect
anyone, and the boy never bothered to knock.  "It's me, Nathaniel."
"uh..come in." she said.  The door opened and he stood there, a small boy
holding a few lilies in his hands.  "These are for you." he said, his small
voice breaking "I'm sorry I hurt you, and I'm sorry I told everyone..they,
ugh..  didn't believe me anyway.." Her silence seemed to go on forever. 
"Just don't let anyone know, ok?" She was surprised at they words coming
from her mouth, but there was something so helpless, so fragile about him,
that brought the mother out of her despite of everything she knew about
him. "ok." he nodded "Rakim said girls like it.  I thought you'll like it."
Nathaniel was a smart boy: he understood her silent answer.  "Anyway, I'm
sorry...and another thing.." she looked at him.  "You...you don't have to
wear those clothes I made you...You know..." He put the flowers on the bed,
and left.



   * * *

   Nathaniel's behavior had changed drastically since the first time he had
taken her: It seemed to her that all his maliciousness had disappeared and
turned into gentleness.  He stopped grabbing her buttocks and fondling her
breasts, removed the humiliating dog collar, and ceased any sexual
reference to her.  She was surprised at the first few times when he
caressed her hair while they were doing homework or when he cuddled against
her while they watched a video together, but found it much more pleasant
than his former behavior.  The new, conservative, wardrobe she bought made
her feel secure again and more dignified.  Patricia was accustomed to the
boy's shifting moods : In the first few days she was nervous about this
latest change, and feared some form of a trap, but after a week, when no
signs of one showed up, she started to relax, enjoying the small changes
she noticed in the boy's behavior.

   Their relationship took another turn one night after she had taken a
shower.  Patricia was sitting on the bed, fanning her hair when the door
opened.  Alarmed at once, she stared at the boy, whose stood in the
hallway, wearing an oversized T-shirt, which once belonged to his father.
"Nathaniel!  It's very late, you should be in bed!" she cried, old fears
starting to sneak into her voice.  The look in her eyes surprised her : the
malice she feared was absent.  Guilt and shame filled them.  "I'm sorry."
he said in a small voice that seemed much louder suddenly as she turned the
fan off.  "I can't sleep." "Well, you still have homework to do..and why
didn't you knock?  I thought we discussed it, didn't we?" "I did, but.. 
but you couldn't hear me with all that noise." The boy had a point there,
she knew.  "ok.  What do you want, Nat?" she said in a softer voice.

   "Can I fuck you, Patty?" he asked in a small, shy voice.

   "What?" she raised her voice a little.  "I'm sorry.  I know you don't
like it, but I can't sleep.  I keep thinking of that time in the kitchen.."
the boy was close to tears.  Patricia still couldn't fathom the change he
was going through: she was still in his power, and they both knew she would
do whatever he said, and yet he asked her so humbly for what he could take
by force.  Maybe he was finally growing up.  Maybe he started seeing her as
a person, not a toy.  The idea of refusing leapt to her mind, but she
decided against it : he could still take what he wanted.  If she was to be
taken by him, she preferred it this way.  Without a word, she laid back on
the bed, took off her panties, and spread her creamy thighs, inviting him.

   "Is it..ok?" he asked, his excitement starting to show.  "Yes." "Cool."
he said, smiling for the first time since he came to her room.  He took off
his shirt, and revealed his growing erection, obscenely ejecting from his
small, slim body.  With nimble fingers, he rolled a condom over his penis,
which pulsed bigger every second : Nathaniel has always been a quick
learner.  "Wait!" she said suddenly.  The thought of him penetrating her
dryness ran goose bumps through her skin.  Her long fingers found her
clitoris, and she started to rub it gently, embarrassed to do it in from of
him, but unwilling to suffer the consequences.  "What are you doing?" he
asked curiously.  "Nothing..Ahhh.." a small sigh escaped her lips "Just
getting ready.." "Oh.." The boy looked at her fingers closer now, studying
them.  A deeper sigh escaped her surprised lips when his long, cool, finger
hesitantly touched her clit.  "Did you like it?" he asked her curiously, as
he slowly started to massage it like he saw her do it.  A sudden surge of
panic hit her, like some ancient, dark beast emerging from the murky waters
of memory lake.  In a flash, a vision that was buried almost twenty years
leapt unbidden into her consciousness : the hand of her father touching her
"there" while she's in her bed at night.  She remembered almost nothing of
the following events, but the sense of shame and betrayal she felt that
night filled her again, suddenly illuminating all her disastrous
relationships with men in a new light.  Like a grim epiphany, Patricia now
understood the panic that always filled her when she was in an intimate
situation with a man.  She now also realized why she craved the innocent
company of children.  "Please stop.." she asked him, not understanding her
feelings, but terrified of what she'd find if she did.  The situation was
new to the boy.  He sensed that he excited her, but didn't know what it
meant, so he decided to dwell on it later, and focus on the urge he felt.
"I..ugh..meant completely.." she said nervously, as he positioned his
shining erection at her wet cunt "Could you stop now...?  Please?" His face
were suddenly twisted by a mixed expression of rage and disappointment, and
her heart sank with fear.  He stared into her eyes for a few seconds, as he
wrestled with himself, causing cool sweat to wash her face, and then he
nodded slowly, failing to appear nonchalant.

   "ok." A hot, mind numbing wave of relief and surprise filled her.  She
took his hand in hers and kissed it as a spontaneous gesture of gratitude.
"Thank you Nathaniel..I appreciate it.." "It's ok." he said in a
surprisingly mature way, still trying to appear cool with her refusal "I
just hope we'll have another chance.." "We will!..." she was surprised at
her sudden excitement, fueled by his surprising display of maturity and
consideration "I promise!".  Nathaniel stepped off the bed and took off the
condom.  He bent over her, and kissed her gently on her cheek.  "Good
night." he said.  "Good night." "I will THINK about you..  " he grinned
mischievously.  She blushed when the meaning of his words dawned upon her.
"Good night, young man!" she said, mockingly stern, and they both laughed.

   The room was quiet after he left.  Patricia's mind was starting to
digest the events that took place, the memories she had to confront.  She
felt certain that her father never went further than what she remembered,
but that memory alone has hurt her deeper than she ever realized, causing
her to shy away from men.  That brief abusive event, coupled with strict,
religious upbringing made her feel disgusted with sex, embarrassed by any
open discussion about it.  But what if she was wrong?  What if sex wasn't a
sin?  Most people enjoyed it, why shouldn't she?  Now it became so clear to
her why she enjoyed working with children: their innocence and lack of
interest in sex always made her to feel safe around them.  It was so ironic
that her love of children, derived from her reluctance to sex brought her
to this house, and to this child who seemed so unholy and pervert at first.
But in the last few days, her emotions towards him changed.  Nathaniel
seemed to mature before her very eyes, and become a generous young man
instead of the evil little imp he was before.  The memory of his little
fingers touching her sensitive clit sent sudden waves of strange and
wonderful sensations through her body, but she knew she mustn't pleasure
herself, not with his image on her mind.  The young woman knew that it was
wrong to feel aroused by a young boy, a dark sin.  Sub-consciencely , she
was glad that the boy had power over had, that she had to submit to his
whims: only god knew what would happen to her soul if she would willingly
take pleasure with Nathaniel.  Tossing and turning in her bed, Patricia
started a long, bitter, struggle with two foes, both unknown to her before
that night : Guilt and Lust.



   * * *

   Her eyes were partially closed when she dragged her sleepy legs towards
his room in the morning, like an automaton operating with empty batteries.
She slept very little that night :the tormenting hunger in her loins was
new to her, and she refused to surrender to its whispering temptation while
the boy's image filled her mind.  Her attempts to focus on grown men became
futile as one after another, they all became her father in her mind's
tortured eye.  Her night was dark and long, and she only fell asleep an
hour before dawn, failing to hear the alarm clock.  When she finally woke
up, she knew she had to wake Nathaniel up immediately, so he wouldn't miss
school.  Swallowing a yawn, she opened the door to the boy's room, and
approached his bed.

   Patricia's fatigue and sleepiness disappeared as she caught a glimpse of
him.  The handsome boy slept naked, breathing deeply and effortlessly, a
carefree expression on his face.  The contrast between his peaceful,
angelic face and his obscene, half erect member shocked her, planting her
heels in the carpet.  A single tear appeared suddenly in her eye at the
vision: what was she to do?

   Somehow sensing her presence, the boy suddenly opened his eyes, smiled
sweetly and yawned.  "Good mowwwwnin" he yawned at her.  "Good morning,
Nathaniel.  Y..You're late for school." suddenly she felt very small, naked
before his eyes like never before.  "Oh..  I'm coming...  I'm coming.." he
said, stepping nimbly out of bed, shaking the shreds of sleep like only
young boys can.



   * * *

   The traffic was dense as the white Mercedes inched it way towards
school. "You don't look too well?  Did you dream about your brother again?"
he asked.  The operation was scheduled to the first week of July, leaving
her a comfortable four weeks time periods to make the last arrangements. 
She had most of the money, Robert's condition was stable, and for once, she
was optimistic about his chances.  "No, I kept...never mind.." "Patty?"
"Yes dear?" "Will you leave me after the operation?" His question came as a
surprise to her.  Until last week, the answer would have obviously been
yes, if he allowed her, as he still hold the incriminating video cassette,
but now thing were different a little.  "I don't know." she said "Sharon
might need me for helping her with Bob" He said nothing, but his face
showed disappointment.  "It's my fault.  I shouldn't have treated you like
I did..I'm so sorry for that.." his voice trembled.  "Let's put the past
behind, ok?  Let bygones be bygones." He just nodded.  "C'mon, give me a
hug, big boy." she said, taking her eyes of the car in front of her for a
moment.  With both of them buckled up, it was a very awkward hug: he barley
managed to put his left arm behind her back, and his right somehow landed
on her stomach, sending vibrations through her crotch.  "ok..  that's
enough.." her voice was suddenly hoarse "You're making me...tickle.."
"Tickle?  Where?" Nathaniel was a sensitive boy: his intuition explained
him things his mind didn't know yet.  "You ticklish here?" he asked as his
right hand sneaked under her skirt.  "Ohmygod.." she gasped.  "You like
that?" he asked, his fingers snaking under the damp cloth.  "Ohgad" she
just moaned, barely focusing on the road.  Still not daring to acknowledge
her lust, she said nothing, just spread her thighs more, inviting him.  The
nimble fingers roamed randomly across her sensitive, hungry crotch.  The
boy didn't know exactly where to touch, and Patricia still clang to her
passivity, denying her urge to guide him.

   "WATCH OUT!" he suddenly cried, but it was too late: the Merecedes has
already bumped into the blue pickup.  A few long seconds passed, and only
her heavy breathing broke the silence.  The pickup driver's door opened,
and a young, angry man stepped out of the car.  "Now what the hell?!" he
screamed at her.  Patricia started to sob.  The man checked the bumper of
his truck, then her bumper.  Apparently he found nothing, because his
expression relaxed as he approached the car.  "You all right?" he asked
her. She just nodded.  "I'm sorry that I yelled at you." he said.  Through
the tears in her eyes, she saw his hand sent towards her, and she shook it.
"That's ok." she said, her sobs dying quickly.  "My name is Jeff Swain."
"I'm Patricia, and this is.." "Nathaniel, her son." said the boy suddenly.
"Your son?" asked the man "He looks a bit..".  The man mistook Patricia's
shocked expression for anger and backed off.  "Oh, I'm sorry..never mind.."
he said, confused.  "Mom, wer'e late for school." said Nathaniel angrily.
"Yes..we've got to be going.." "Listen, I'm a mechanic, if you want me to
look at your car later, here's my card.." Jeff took a used business card
out of his faded denim jacket and handed it to Patricia, but the card never
got there.  Nathaniel was faster, and he intercepted the card before she
could reach for it.  "I'll keep it, ok?" he asked her.  She just nodded,
bewildered at his strange behavior.  Angry honks started behind them as
other drivers, seeing that no damage was done, quickly lost their patience.
"Good day!" said Jeff.  "You too." she replied.  Jeff stepped into his car,
and started driving, disappearing out of view after a few minutes.  "What
was all this 'mother' stuff?" asked Patricia.  Nathaniel didn't answer. 
His face showing mixed anger and helplessness.  "You think about it.  I`ll
want an explanation when you get back home.  " Still not a word.  The boy
just stared at the window.



   * * *

   Nathaniel was surprised to see his mother sitting behind the wheel of
the familiar Mercedes as he stepped out of school and approached the car.
"Hi angel!  Mommy's back!  Surprise!" she exclaimed.  "Hi Nancy." he said
as he entered the car, with more politeness than warmth.  "How are you
doing?" "ok, I guess." he said, detached as he always been around her.  A
polite conversation spun until they reached the house.  It turned out that
a deal has been canceled in Miami, so Nancy decided to visit her son for a
few days.  He wasn't surprised to see the pool cleaners van parked in front
of the door: whenever she was home, Nancy loved nothing more than to take
long sunbathes by the pool.  "Hi Patty!" he cried when he saw her cooking.
"Hi handsome!" she smiled and hugged him, mashing his small head against
her big right breast.  They ate a light lunch, after which Nancy retired
for her room for a nap, her body still adjusting to the local time zone,
while Patricia and Nathaniel worked on a literature assignment.  Nancy's
unexpected return affected them in the same way a bucket of cold water
affects dogs in heat.  For the first time in the last few days, Nathaniel
and Patricia behaved like a student and his au-pair, burying the sexual
tension under a layer of normality.  Even though they managed to put the
electricity of arousal aside while focusing on the boy's homework, it was
in the air.  It was in every random giggle, every innocent patting on the
back and every thoughtless licking of the lips.



   * * *

   "My, my, are you two always so productive..?" they heard Nancy's voice
from above them and looked up.  Nancy was looking at them, a thin smile
curling her lips.  "Yes, he's a very good student, Mrs.  Faulton" "Are
you?" she asked him, smiling proudly at the boy and his tutor "Well, a good
student deserve a reward, doesn't he?" "I think Nathaniel deserves a
reward, Mrs.  Faulton." "Well, how about a dinner at the 'White Hall',
Nathaniel?  " Nancy smiled broadly.  Nathaniel's smile lit his face. 
"That'd be cool!" he cried.  Nancy laughed.  "Some things just never
change. Get dressed the two of you, let's party!"



   * * *

   Patricia found it a bit strange that Nathaniel never mentioned that
restaurant, but from the bits of information she gathered, she understood
that it held some significance to the boy and his mother as a family,
something they wouldn't share with a stranger.  It was nothing more than a
glorified grill house, but it was obvious that distant memories added a
certain flavor to the food.  Despite the intimate, familiar atmosphere,
Patricia couldn't shake the feeling the boy was detached from the older
woman and that a certain note of bitterness was present in his voice when
he addressed her.  Other than that, the evening was a pleasant one: small
talk, jokes and laughter, with Nancy telling humorous little stories of
Europe and Europeans.

   "I'd love to go to Europe one day..it sounds so romantic.." Patricia
said.  "Oh, It is..but you need someone to..be with, if you know what I
mean.." Nancy giggled and Patricia joined her nervously.  "Of course, it's
just that I haven't met the right..man yet.." she added, suddenly blushing.
A strange instinct led her to check the boy's reaction to the last comment,
and she found herself a little unnerved when she caught the gleam in his
eyes.  "Patricia and I could come and visit you in Europe one day, couldn't
we?" he asked his mother innocently.  "Sure, but I'm not sure that's what
Patricia meant, young man.." Nancy laughed again, amused by the boy's
obvious naivete.  Patricia face resembled the color of a beet now.  "Oh,
just forget it.." she mumbled, drowned under Nancy's laughter.

   "Nathaniel, watch out..' Nancy started to warn her son "Never mind.."
His elbow has already hit the fork and it fell down and hit the floor. 
"Don't pick it up, that's what the waiters are for...Nathaniel!" she
started again, but stopped: Nathaniel has already dived under the table,
looking for the fork.  Patricia could barely hide her surprise as she felt
his small hands sneaking under her dress.  She tried to push him away, but
the boy eluded her easily, knowing that she couldn't see him and wouldn't
want to draw his mother's attention.  "Angel, I'll get another fork, get
out of there!" Nancy said with growing annoyance.  Patricia tried to
resist, as the boy's hands started to tug her panties down, but was afraid
that the tearing noise or her efforts might alert the mother.  "Nathaniel
Faulton, get out of there this minute!" Nancy hissed finally, obviously
furious.  Without thinking, Patricia quickly lifted her ass a little,
surrendering her private parts to the air-condition.  "Ok..Ok.." he said,
as he came from below, holding the fork.  "Jesus, Angel, why do have to
behave like a child!?" The boy said nothing, and just stared at his plate.



   * * *

   "Patricia, " Nancy said to her just after they have ordered desert "I
want to thank you for a job well done." "It's..my pleasure.." Patricia
blushed, as she realized double meanings of her words.  Nathaniel noticed
it as well and grinned a little, which only added to her awkwardness. 
"No..No..I mean it.  Here.  A small token of my gratitude." Nancy pulled an
envelope out of her purse and added it to the younger woman.  Patricia
opened the envelope: it contained a green bills.  "Count them." Nancy urged
her.  She quickly counted the bills inside and her eyes widened.  Again she
counted, almost deafened by her own heart beat.  "Oh my..." she said
finally : She had all the money she needed.



   * * *

   Patricia tossed and turned in her bed, once again unable to sleep.  She
kept imagining how she'd, run to the bank tomorrow, and wire the money to
her brother's wife.  Again and again she ran the scene in her head, her
excitement making her restless and anxious.  "And then what?" she suddenly
asked herself.  The thought shocked her: she always dreamed of the day
she'd escape the wicked house and leave the demented boy, but now..She had
strange feelings towards him.  Why did the boy change was still a mystery
to her, but she couldn't deny the change that took place.  The maturity in
his self control, the generosity that was evident in the gift he obviously
convinced Nancy to give her, the sensitivity of his touch...  Again the
young woman felt liquid fire in her loins as she remembered the boy's
fingers touching her most secret area, and again she struggled with the
desire to touch herself there, a thirst she had to quench, refusing to
fantasize about a young boy.  A woman's hushed voice suddenly came outside
her door, breaking her dark, sinful thoughts.  The voice was answered by
Nathaniel's whisper.  She got off the bed, tiptoed her way to the door and
opened it slightly.  "..still doesn't explain what you were doing out side
her door in the middle of the night" "I told you, I got scared.." "Ok, now
go to sleep." "I still want to see if..she's ok..I'll go back to sleep
after I see she's ok." Patricia couldn't see Nancy, but recognized
whispering, harsh voice.  The other voice, of course, was Nathaniel's.  She
almost gasped loud when she saw him: his sleeping tunic did little to hide
the real reason he was outside her door: it stood underneath the cloth,
challenging both the integrity of his panties, and the moisture of hers. 
In the feeble light from the living room below, Nathaniel's face showed a
boy's disappointment and a man's determination, an angel and a devil.

   Suddenly she knew what he meant to her.

   Nathaniel was her guide, her own bridge to the world of adults. 
"Nathaniel Faulton, go back to sleep." his mother hissed once more.  The
boy sent one last, desperate look at her door, unable to see her peeking in
the darkness, and turned away.  "Ok." he said.  Her knees were still weak
from the dark epiphany, as she stepped back to bed.  With trembling fingers
she peeled her moist panties and dropped them on the floor.  She barely had
the strength to get on her knees, but she knew she had to cover her mouth.
Then her shoulders pressing against the mattress and her naked buttocks
high in the air, she set her hungry finger snakes at her fruit of desire,
the soft pillow smothering the boy's name.



   * * *

   The sun was high in the sky when she woke up.  Alarmed, she jumped out
of bed, cursing herself for sleeping so late.  Instinctively the morning
routine started in her head : breakfast, waking the boy.

   The boy.

   Suddenly she remembered last night and stopped on her tracks.  A hot
wave of shame washed her, as she remembered her sin, the feeling of her
lustful fingers still fresh in her loins and the name she whispered into
the pillow..  "Nathaniel." Suddenly she felt she couldn't face him. 
Already was she starting to wet as the image of the naked angel sleeping in
his bed came unbidden to her mind.  It was then when she heard Nathaniel
and his mother talking, their voices coming from outside.  After washing
her teeth and face, Patricia gathered her strength, and went down.

   They were both laying on their backs on the tanning beds.  Nathaniel was
wearing a yellow Speedo, while his mother wore a full blue swimming suit.
Large sunglasses covered her eyes, and a large, fancy hat, which reminded
Patricia of Europe, shaded her face.  "Hey, sleepyhead, nice of you to join
us.." said Nancy.  Patricia was hurt by the sting of the older woman's
word, but the boy said : "Oh, she's just joking.  I told her I don't want
to wake you up on a Sunday morning like this." "I'm still sorry..I..had a
trouble sleeping last night.." she blurted, already regretting her words.
"Did Nathaniel wake you?  I found him by your door at night, can you
believe that?  A big boy like him, needs his nana in the night?  " Nancy
scorned.  "No..No..I haven't heard a thing..it's just my..never mind.  I
have a lot to do.  Did the two of you eat?" "Yes." Said Nancy "Nathaniel
made us breakfast.  You work wonders with the boy, let me tell you that.."
"Thank you, Mrs.  Faulton.  I'll start do the laundry, with your
permission." "Laundry?  Nonsense.  You will do no such thing today, it is
Sunday, for crying out loud.  Get a swimming suit, and join us." The older
woman said.  "But I really have to.." "Patricia.  I wasn't asking." "Oh."
She said in a small voice "I`ll be right back."

   She quickly went through her clothes, not remembering ever buying a
swimming suit.  Suddenly she found one : a two piece dark green bikini.  It
was probably bought by the boy, she realized, and was too small for her,
like most of the clothes he made her wear.  The idea of asking to borrow
one from Nancy crossed her mind, but she dismissed it.  Nathaniel's mother
was way slimmer and shorter than her.

   "Patricia..!" came Nancy's voice.  "I..I don't have anything to wear.."
she yelled back.  "Nathaniel says you have a green suit.  Put it one and
come down.  Bring some tanning lotion with you please!"

   Reluctantly she looked at herself in the mirror : her breasts felt like
they'd spill out at any minute, and her ass was almost bare.  Feeling
practically naked, she fetched the protection lotion, some cold drinks, and
went outside.

   "Young woman, you have a very nice body, I must admit!" Nancy took off
her big sunglasses to have another look.  "Were Nate a little older, I'd be
afraid you might corrupt him.." She added with a naughty voice.  "Thanks.."
Said Patricia.  Nancy rubbed lotion on her legs, arms and face.  Then she
turned on her stomach and said : "Could you rub some lotion on my back?  I
feel like taking a nap, and don't want to wake up like a roasted chicken.."
"Certainly, Mrs.  Faulton." Patricia put some lotion on her hands, and
started to rub the other woman's back.  "Hmm..that's nice.  You have soft
hands, Patricia." "Thank you, Mrs.  Faulton." When she was done, Nancy said
: "Angel, I know you hate it, but I want you to put some as well.  Patricia
will help you if you need help reaching your back, OK?" The boy said
nothing, but her heart started beating faster when she met his devouring
eyes.  "I didn't hear you.  Young man.?!" His mother said.  "OK.." He said.
"And you help her after she's done with you OK?  She seems too shy to
ask.."

   Nathaniel looked her in the eyes, and poured some lotion on his hand. 
With long, slow motions he rubbed his legs and thighs.  His eyes never left
hers when he started rubbing his stomach and chest, paying special
attention to his nipples.  The boy, possessing little experience as he did,
was blessed with subconscious seduction instincts.  His long fingers slowly
poured the slick lotion on his arms, shoulders and face.  Then he turned
around on his stomach, and rested head on his folded arms.

   "Could you..rub me?" He asked.  Patricia swallowed hard.  She looked at
the mother, as if looking for salvation, but found her fast asleep, her
jetlag, coupled with the relentless sun, acting as a natural sleeping drug.
Suddenly the world seemed to go quiet : no a car passed on the street and
no bird sang on the trees.  It seemed to her as if the world was looking at
her, watching her every move.  Patricia hesitated for a few long seconds as
lust and moral wrestled one final battle inside her.  Finally, she took the
bottle, and poured lotion in her hands.  The path was taken.  She could
have sat by his side in order to reach his shoulders : he was, after a boy.
But instead she climbed on the bed and sat on his small, hard buttocks.  He
bit his lip as she caressed his skin, her fingers sending Goosebumps down
his spine.  His erection was growing rapidly, and he lifted his ass to
allow it more freedom.  The effect of his flexing muscles grinding against
her almost naked crotch, coupled with her desire and sense of danger, sent
her into a quick, surprising orgasm.  She managed to grab a nearby towel
and shove it into her mouth as an uncontrollable shriek escaped her throat,
electricity running through her body.  The surprised boy half turned to
look at her, then at his mother.  He relaxed when he saw the little
incident hasn't disturbed Nancy's sleep.  Patricia was still on top of him,
panting, her body trembling.  He quickly writhed from beneath her, and
guided her by the elbow to a prone position on the bed.  The au-pair's body
felt like play-dough to the boy, her will was gone, replaced by pure lust.
"Now I'll rub you, OK?" He said in a nonchalant voice.  Patricia said
nothing.  The boy poured lotion on his hands.  He smeared it with long,
slow strokes up her calves and knees.  An unmistakable aroma filled her
nostrils as his hands drew nearer to her crotch.  His strong, small,
fingers caressed her thighs as he approached higher and higher, sending
restlessness into her loins.  She never said a word.  Instead, her hungry,
desperate urges lifted her ass in the air, begging for the obvious. 
Nathaniel ignored her unspoken plea, sending his hands to her lower back,
advancing ever higher.  His motions became rounder and rounder when he
reached her ribs, the palms drawing nearer to the attention starved mammoth
breasts.  With huge efforts, she raised herself to her elbows, tears of
lust and shame started to fill her eyes.  She shivered with delight as she
felt him conquering her breasts, pinching her pink nipples, his huge
erection grinding against the flimsy material of her bathing suit.  Another
orgasm was building inside her, and she quickly shoved the towel into her
mouth as it exploded inside her, sending tiny acid bites from her nipples
to her crotch.  Patricia screamed, or thought she did, into the towel for
what seemed to her like eternity, until she collapsed again, drained and
weak.  The boy looked at his mother, but nothing seemed to bother her. 
"How was that?" he whispered proudly in her ear.  Admitting she enjoyed it
was still hard for her.  She just nodded, saying nothing.  "Are you ready?"
he asked again, mischievous grin spreading over his face as he withdrew a
condom.  Her eyes lit with alarm.  "Here?" she whispered hoarsely "But
Nancy.." "Shhh.." he grinned.  His nimble fingers quickly worked the rubber
over his erect member.  "No.." she tried "In the house..".  Patricia
started to rise, but her body was drained and weak, whereas the boy's was
inflamed with lust.  He quickly pushed her shoulders down, and lifted her
ass in the air.  She gasped to the feeling the air on her naked private
parts, as the boy undid the tiny knots of her bikini.  Tears of joy and
relief filled her eyes once again when the boy with about to bring her
salvation, positioning himself at the entrance to her slick, dark void. 
With little effort, he glided all the way inside, like an army liberating a
tortured, welcoming city.  She was weeping with lust and hunger, catching
glimpses of his small knees between hers, his childish fingers on the sides
of her ass.  He was a boy.  A young boy.  And she needed him so much, she
wanted to die.  Slick, wet noises filled the air as the boy pumped into
her. From time to time he leaned over her kneeling back, and tried to cup
her enormous breasts in his small hands, sending new waves of wetness
inside her.  The contrast of his small hands and her big, pendulous breasts
was burning her, sending her ever higher.  A curious finger suddenly
started to explore the area of her anal opening.  Instinctively, she sent
her hand to stop him from touching her in the shameful place, but the wave
of lust, which flooded her cunt signaled differently to him.  He pushed her
hand away, and without losing a stroke, reached for the lotion.  The lotion
was almost scorching after standing in the sun, and as the first few, hot
drops reached her unprotected anus, she knew she wasn't going to last much
longer.  His probing finger sent her over the edge, for the third time in a
row.  Being penetrated from two holes, the smallness of his finger Vs. 
size of his shaft and the whole wickedness of the situation sent her once
more into a weeping orgasm, this one so intense, she was afraid she'd
faint. Patricia saw nothing but blinding fire while her body was exploding
to little bits, every atom in it screaming.  As Nathaniel was starting to
know his body, he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.  He withdrew
out of her quivering body, and stood at her head.  Using his erection, he
nudged her mouth open, and started immediately to fuck her head.  Taking
advantage of her weakness, he penetrated deeper than ever into her throat,
ignoring her fatigued, small pushing motions.  Her eyes were once again
filled with tears, but this it was tears of panic, as she gagged upon his
large member.  It came to a relief to her when he pulled out, spraying cum
into her throat and mouth as he withdrew.  Seed was still coming in surges
even once he was out : hot globs landed on her left eye, shutting it, on
her cheeks, nose and hair.  She thought he was done, but was surprised as
even more amounts suddenly continued jumping out of his penis and landed in
her already cum-messy hair.  At last he sat down on a nearby stool,
breathing heavily, as silently as he could.  The boy looked at her and
grinned.

   "What the fu..what are you laughing at?" she hissed "You almost choked
me with that thing!" "Sorry..you just look funny, is all." The petite
au-pair's face was filled with copious amounts of cum, covering most of her
features, and her hair looked like a cum-sponge.  "I'm going to get a
shower, young man.  You stay here and clean.  It was a miracle that Nancy
didn't catch us, but we mustn't grow careless!" With that, she collected
her bathing suit and entered the house.  "Don't run into a wall.." he
whispered after her, grinning.

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