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Eastenders: Michelle Ryan's Babysitting Days

 Tina O'Brien I'M A CELEB GET ME OUT OF HERE...
Part 2
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By Maxim

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Michelle Ryan is a British Teenage actress who plays Zoe in the BBC TV soap
"Eastenders" the Title and characters in the soap are owned by BBC
Enterprises etc.


Eastenders: Michelle Ryan Babysitting Days
By Maxim
With inspiration from the net:

m/f/bon/nc/hum

The following story is a work of fiction. Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners.

Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead is purely
coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only.

If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction,
or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

The Title "Eastenders" are owned by BBC Enterprises etc.

You'll find pictures of Michelle at

http://www.bbc.co.uk/eastenders/characters/zoe_s_fact.shtml

http://djmick.co.uk/gallery3/michelle_ryan.htm


Michelle Ryan Babysitting Days
By Maxim

London England 2000

Michelle Ryan had been babysitting the West's children for some four
years now,ever since they'd first moved from the States to London.

Michelle had enjoyed her time with them.

They had a boy, Pearce, who was ten years old and a girl, Rebecca,
who was five.

Michelle had become close with their mother, whom she nearly regarded
almost as a sister, she felt she could discuss anything with her,
she'd spend hours telling her what went on at the drama school that
Michelle was attending, and most especially the big news that a
talent scout had visited the school and had invited her to audition
for Eastenders.

This was like all her dreams come through at once, well nearly all of
her dreams, many of the rest of Michelle's dreams were spend thinking
about the children's father.

Michelle adored David West, just about everything about him was
perfect, alright he was thirty, but he still seemed young.

If the true were know, Michelle had a mad crush on him, right from
the first time they'd met.

David had noticed Michelle as well, he couldn't help but notice her
and how she'd progressed over the four years from being a shy
schoolgirl to a self assured teenage girl on the verge of womanhood.

Michelle was brunette, just under 5'7" with green eyes, she had
shoulder length hair, slim with medium sized teenage breasts they
seemed to David to be growing week by week she was, especially since
they look bigger on Michelle's thin frame.

16-year-old Michelle had wanted to be an actress for as long as she
could remember.

In fact she was just making her way from an audition to go
babysitting yet again at the West household, that was located right
in front of her drama school.

She thought as she sat on a train on the London underground.

"Eastenders" Michelle thought, would this be her big break, her dream
come through, "I know I've tried hard enough today", she'd be in the
audition room for over two hours for the British TV soap "Eastenders"
set in the East end of London.

Now it was back to reality, as usual Michelle had attracted male
attention.

"Geez what do they think I am a walking pair of boobs!". She muttered
under her breath.

But it was her developing figure that set Michelle apart from other
girls of her age.

34b-24-34.

All this was often an embarrassment to Michelle, she'd developed
early and was often teased by the boys about it, which caused her to
become self-conscious, and she knew she wanted to lose some weight
and hopefully some off these boobs of hers.

More than a few girls at her drama school were envious as well.

The teenage guys were always trying to sneak a peek at her body and
this added to her hang up's about her body.

Michelle enjoyed being around the West house, so when Mrs West phoned
Michelle and asked if she would mind Baby sitting, she readily
agreed, besides she needed the money.

Mrs. West met her at the front door, "Michelle, you're a life-saver!
I knew you had a audition so we weren't sure you could make it".

"Yeah Mrs. West, I really want to get this!"

"I really hope you do get it Michelle, you deserve it, we have to go
to a cocktail party for some new people at David's firm, Oh yeah, my
nephew, Damien will be here tonight, sorry about that, he doesn't
really need babysitting, he's 15, so it won't be a problem, will it?"

""I don't see why, that's no problem Mrs. West, it's just one more"
said Michelle.

" It's just Michelle, he can be quite a handful at times, but his
Mother should be along anytime to fetch him, so he shouldn't prove a
bother".

Michelle took her coat off and wondered why a 15 yr old, a year
younger than her would need babysitting, but she put it out of her
mind and walked into the kitchen with Mrs.West.

"Damien will probably spend most of the time playing with Pearce, so
you probably won't even know he's around. Becky is in bed. I just
checked and she's fast asleep. So you need only look in on her from
time to time. She won't likely wake up. She sleeps like a log, just
like her father. Pearce can stay up till Damien's mother arrives
comes, then he should go to bed".

Michelle listened but knew the routine by now, "Mrs West is nice but
she doesn't half go on" Michelle thought to herself.

Mrs. West finished her run down with " The number where we can be
reached is on the kitchen notice board"...

10 minutes later, Pearce came in the living room followed by his
cousin, Damien.

Michelle was surprised.

15? he didn't look 15.

Damien was a tall boy and well developed for age

The teenager was eyeing Michelle, openly.

His gaze travelled from her head to her toes and back up.

Michelle could see that Damien liked what he saw.

Michelle's inner voice told her two things, not another boob obsessed
teenage guy and to be careful of this one.

But she thought come on he's 15 and I'm 16, I'm nearly an adult here
for fuck's sake!

"Michelle, this is Damien, he's my cousin."
"I know. Your mother told me all about him. Hi, Damien."
"Hi."
"I'm Michelle, Michelle Ryan"
"Yeah, Pearce told me, you're the one who wants to be a actress."

He and Pearce sat down opposite Michelle.

Damien continued to boldly scrutinize her.

Then he asked.
"How old are you?"
"I'm almost seventeen."
"And you're in drama school?"
That surprised Michelle.
"Yean, I am. Why did you ask that?"

"I thought you must be. You're tasty. Aren't all the prettiest girls
actresses?"
"Not necessarily. There are a lot of pretty girls who aren't. It
involves more than just looks, you know."

"I guess so. Have you got a boy friend?"

" Damien what's with all these questions?
"I don't think that's any of your business."
"Then you don't have a boyfriend."
"What makes you think I don't have a boyfriend?"
"Because if you did, you would have said so."

Boyfriends were a sore point with Michelle at the moment.

She had one until recently.

Will Mellor, he'd left her for her archrival, Jennifer Ellison, ever
since the bitch got a part on the British TV soap "Brookside", and
she thought the World was at her feet.

Michelle suspected that Jennifer Ellison was easy, the slut, Michelle
wasn't like that at all. Yeah some may think she has a killer body
and she didn't mind a kiss and cuddle, but yeah she was still virgin
at 16 and Shane had lost interest in her and had left her for
Jennifer who was more than willing to come over with the goods.

If that's what he wants, then good riddance.

But inwardly, Michelle was hurt by it.

One day she'd show that whore Ellison.

Little did Michelle realize that day had arrived, but not in the way
she'd imagined.

Damien the demon teenager questions continued.
"Is red your favourite colour?"
"Red? Yeah, I like red. it's my lucky colour i wore it to a audition
today"
"For what show?"
"Eastenders"
"Oh so red is your favourite colour then?""
"Yeah why do you want to know that?"
"I thought it was because all the clothes you're wearing are red.
Is your underwear red too?"

"What!?!? What did you say?"
"I asked if your underwear was red too. Is it?"
"That is definitely none of your business! Stop with the personal
questions."

Damien seemed unphased by her reaction and went on.

"Are you wearing a bra? Your shoulders are bare and I don't see any
straps. I bet you're not wearing one."
Michelle was getting uncomfortable with his questions.
"Look, Damien, I said to stop with the personal questions. And for
your information, some bras are strapless, stupid."

"Are you wearing a strapless one? I bet I'm right. I bet you don't
have one on."
"I told you to stop with those questions and I meant it!"
"How big are your boobs?"
"Excuse me!?!?"
"I said how big are your boobs? They look big to me."

"Let's get one thing straight here! I'm in charge. I'm older than you
will do what I say, at least until your mother gets here, so stop
with those kinds of questions!

You don't need to know how big my boobs are or what colour my
underwear is or what I'm wearing or not wearing.

You read me? Besides, that's for me to know and for you to find out.

Michelle was trying to sound cool, but she failed to notice that he
didn't take it that way.

She would come to wonder if that is what gave Damien the idea.

Damien turned to his cousin Pearce.
"Do you want to play some more?"
"Yeah, let's go into the garden."

Michelle felt good. That'll teach him not to mess with Michelle Ryan.

Joanna took advantage of their playing to read up on the "Eastenders"
script.

She thought that if she got a call back from the producers she wanted
to know everything word perfect, if she got the part she play the
part of Zoe, Zoe Slater".

She was interrupted by Pearce suddenly running down the hall and up
the stairs, shouting.

'Yeah, I got some. There in my room. I'll get'em."

He came back down with something shiny in his hand.

"Pearce, what have you got?"
"It's my police stuff. See. I got handcuffs and a gun and everything.
We're playing the SAS in Iraq."

"Alright."

It wasn't long before he came back out and went downstairs, shouting.
"Dad's got some in his workshop in the basement. I'll get some."

He came back up with a length of rope in his hands.

"What are you doing with that rope? You're not tying each other up,
are you? You better not be. Because if you are, I'm going to leave
you that way. So don't come crying to me to let you go. You've been
warned."

"We're not. It's for the guy from Iraq, the spy. We're the Americans"

Soon he was again running down the hall and up the stairs.
"Pearce! I said no more running. And don't keep going upstairs. If
you wake up Rebecca, I'm going to be very angry!"

"Sorry."

This time he returned with coloured cloth in his hand.
"Pearce, now what have you got?"

"Mom's scarves. They're for blindfolding the Iraqi spy so he can't
find our hideout."
"Look Pearce you better not be doing anything dangerous."
"We're not. Honest."

Michelle finished the scripts and had been reading for a while when
Damien and Pearce came into the room.

"Michelle?"
"What do you want, Pearce?"
"Can you play with us?"
"I thought you were already playing spies."

"We are. But we're the SAS and we need someone to be the Iraqi spy.
Damien piped in.
"Please can you play. Just till my mum gets here cause then I gotta
go home."

Michelle thought that this was more like it.

Now he was acting like the kid he really was.

She felt a little guilty at how she'd treated him.

Why not?

His mother shouldn't be too long and, if it keeps them happy, then
that's my job.
"Okay, I'm in. What do I have to do?"

Damien pointed the gun at her and told her she was under arrest for
being a spy.
He told Pearce to put the handcuffs on her.
"Handcuffs? What handcuffs?"
Damien told her not to worry. They were only Pearce's toy ones.
"Well. Okay, then."

Pearce put one on her right wrist and she held out both arms in front
of her.

Damien said to put her hands behind her back.
"Hold on, Damien. I don't care if it is just a game. I'm not having
my arms tied behind my back. In front will do nicely, thank you very
much."

Damien wasn't happy, but he relented. Then he told her he was going
to blindfold her.
"Blindfold? Why?"
"So you can't see where our SAS hideout is. Don't worry. When we get
there we'll take it back off."
"Wait a minute. Where are you taking me?"
"Just to the living room."
"Well, alright."
"Now the gag."
"GAG?? What gag?".

Damien assured her it was only so she couldn't yell for help and
they'd remove it, too, when they got there.

It made her nervous but, reluctantly, she agreed. He had tied a knot
in the middle of the scarf and when he put it on her tongue and
pulled it tight behind her, it made her uncomfortable. She tried to
tell him it was too tight and to loosen it, but discovered how
effective it was.

Michelle couldn't speak; all that came out were unintelligible
noises.

Then Damien took the length of rope and started to tie the end to the
handcuffs.

Michelle jerked her hands back.

What the hell was he up to?

Damien told her it was only to lead her to the hideout and to keep
her from getting too close to them and grabbing the gun.

She wasn't too sure, but allowed it.

They led the brunette teenager down the hallway and into the living
room.

Damien positioned her and curtly ordered her to stand still.

"Come on Michelle you said you were a actress, start acting!" Damien
shouted by her.

Michelle thought to herself, that's easier said than done, I'm
cuffed, tied, gagged ad blindfold, Michelle could hear him moving
something, she could see a little out the bottom of the blindfold.

It was a chair and Damien was climbing onto it.

Suddenly, Michelle felt her arms thrust upwards.

"What the fuck?" Michelle moaned thru the gag.

She jerked them back down as hard as she could.

Damien told her to stop and pulled them back up. He was a lot
stronger than she had thought. She struggled to get them down and he
was just as determined to keep them up. Holding the rope, he stepped
off the chair and grabbed her right ankle. It threw her off-balance.

Michelle stopped her struggle.

Damien took advantage and tied the rope to her right ankle, and then
he tied it to her left.

Michelle Ryan, the Eastenders hopeful was now bound hand and foot.

Damien re-mounted the chair and Michelle could feel him tying the end
to her wrists.

She tugged on the rope, but to no avail.

Michelle was completely tied up.

While still on the chair, Damien removed the blindfold.

Then he started to take off her gag.

Finally, it too, was off. No sooner was she free than she ripped into
him.

"DAMIEN! FUCKING Untie me! NOW!!"
"You can't tell me what to do. I'm the police and you're a spy."
"Stop your nonsense and let me go! NOW!!"

"You're not Michelle the babysitter now. You're Michelle the actress."

"START ACTING" he shouted back in her face.

"Look, this isn't funny. I'm serious, let me go! This minute!!"
"You're just trying to trick us but it won't work."
"Damien, you fucking bastard! If you don't untie me now, you are
sooooo dead! When I get out of this I'm going to make you so sorry. I
promise you that!!"

Damien told Pearce that proved she wasn't much of an actress because
she couldn't play at being an Iraqi spy.

Pearce looked like he wasn't sure this was playing anymore.

Michelle decided to work on him instead.
"Pearce, tell him to let me go. This isn't right. Just untie me and
we can still play
I'll be the spy."
Damien countered.
"She's trying to trick you. If we let her go, then, she'll tie us up."
"I will not! Tell him to untie me!"
Pearce began to waver, unsure if this was part of the game.

Damien noticed and took action.
"Pearce I saw coke in the fridge let's go and get some and we can
ring out for a pizza".

Damien the room with Pearce.

Leaving a very angry and frustrated babysitter still tied up.

Although still angry, Joanna took advantage of their absence to
assess her situation.

She saw that the rope was tied to the cuffs on her hands and went up
through a ringbolt in the ceiling. From there it went to her right
ankle, then her left, and back up through the bolt again where it
ended tied to her wrists.

She recognized the ringbolt; it used to hold a hanging wicker chair.

It looked strong. She tugged on the rope. Hard!

Nothing.

It was strong.

Michelle was positioned right in front of the curtains, which covered
a large picture window.

The view from the window was of a very busy street.

Michelle was grateful they were closed.

"DAMIEN! PEARCE! Get back in here and let me go!"
The door opened and Damien entered....alone.

"Pearce says you scared him. So I told him to keep an eye out for
more the pizza guy.

" I told him I'd get you to tell us your secrets. So we better start."

"You mean you better stop. I'm not playing anymore, so you can just
untie me!"

"You can't quit. The acting's not over."

"I can and it is."

" You agreed to play till my mum gets here".

"Forget that, you fucking bastard! I have no intention of doing any
acting tied up like this, not by you or anyone else."

Then it hit her. She couldn't prevent it!

She was securely tied up and at his mercy, if he had any.

He could do whatever he wanted with her and to her!

Michelle decided that it would be best not to antagonize him.

She would change tactics.

Damien was pleased and surprised with the way things were going.

His plan worked even better than he had imagined.

He circled his prize admiring his handiwork.

Michelle was nervous with him eyeing her that way.

Damien ran his finger along her midriff.

Michelle flinched at his touch.

He repeated his gesture and smiled upon getting the same reaction.

When he moved behind her, she tried to turn to see what he was doing.

He told her to stay still or she would be punished.

Damien was holding all the cards, so she did as told.

"What kind of a skirt is this? It hasn't any buttons or a zipper."

My skirt? Why's he asking about my skirt?

"It's a wrap-around. It ties up in front. Why?"

"Just curious."

Michelle didn't like his curiosity about her clothes.

It made her nervous.

She tried to change the subject.

"Look, Damien, my arms are tired. Can't you untie me so I can get
some feeling back in them, this only going to end up with you being
in deep shit?"

Michelle attempted to assume the most doleful and uncomfortable
expression she could, hoping it would move him.

Damien looked Michelle in the eye, and then glanced up at her
bindings.

His eyes searched the room; he smiled, and went to the bar.

He brought back a tall bar stool.
"Climb up."
"What?? That's not going to work. I need to lower my arms and massage
them."
"It's the best I can do. If you don't want it then...."

Michelle arms were truly feeling drained, so she decided it was
better than nothing.
"Fine! I'll take it! But you've got to help me up."
Damien went behind her and gripped her under her arms.

Michelle squirmed. She was extremely ticklish.
"Not there."
He then cupped his hands on her arse cheeks and pushed.

Michelle was horrified.
"Not there, either!! Just come round front and hold my stomach to
keep me from falling."

The thought of his hands on her was unwelcome indeed, but she had
little choice.

Damien put his hands on her stomach and the effect was electric.

She was soft and warm.

This close he noticed how good she smelled.

He began to have a physical reaction to being so close.

His teenage heart beat faster, breathing quickened, his cock became
erect and it started to throb.

This was the most exciting thing he'd ever felt. He wanted it to
continue.

Michelle just managed to get her right knee onto the stool but was
having difficulty raising her left.

The rope on her ankles gave her little with which to work.

All this female flesh thrusting itself into his hands was causing him
to react.

Damien was so carried away that he wasn't paying attention and
Michelle suddenly slipped.

Instinctively, Damien moved his hands up to steady her.

He didn't notice, at first, where they came to rest.

But Michelle noticed, the bastard is taking advantage and grabbing my
boobs, or so she thought!!

His mind kicked in and he realized what he was holding.

TITS!! FUCK! REAL TITS!! Damn, they felt good!

He would never forget this moment for the rest of his life.

Damien couldn't resist.

He squeezed.

They were soft yet firm at the same time.

He'd never felt anything like them before.

He massaged them.

He ran his thumbs across her teenage nipples and could feel them
harden to his touch.

This surprised him, but he liked it.

He wanted to feel them without the top.

"DAMIEN!! FUCKING Let me go! NOW!"

Damien just smiled to himself and let go.
"Feeling better now?"
Michelle was getting very angry.
"Not much!"

"So, are you gonna start acting or get punished?"
"I already told you I don't want to be punished."

Michelle could tell that it wasn't a game to him anymore.

What was he going to do to me?

Anything he wanted to if I don't get out of this!

She decided she'd better play along and hope an opportunity to escape
would present itself.

"Alright! I'll play! What do you want me to do?"

"Just answer my questions. But if you refuse or if you lie, then I
get to punish you."
Punish!! There was that damned word again.

"Alright."
"Now, we're getting somewhere. What colour are your eyes?"
"Blue. But you can see that for yourself."
"I know. How old are you?"
"Why are you asking me this stuff again? I already told you this."
"I know. How old are you?"
"I'll soon be Seventeen."
"Is red your favourite colour?"
"Yes!"
"Is your underwear red, too?"
"What?? Look, I already told you that is none of your business and I
meant it."

"That was when you were Michelle the fucking babysitter. Now, you're
Michelle the actress and you have to answer my question because it's
part of your role."

Michelle was getting more and more frustrated with her situation.

"What does the colour of my underwear have to do with me being a
actress?"

"Answer or be punished."

It seemed to her as if he was baiting her, trying to get her to
refuse so he could punish her.

She also realized that if he decided to get evil, she couldn't
prevent it.

"Fine!! They're red! Are you happy now?"

"Can I see them?"
"WHAT??? Why?"

"To see if you're telling the truth."

"Look, this has gone far enough! You are in so much trouble it's not
even funny.

But, if you let me go now, I'll forget everything.

We'll just make like nothing happened, okay?

"NOW Just untie me."

"We're not finished the game.

DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! What am I going to do? Where the hell is his
mother?

What's keeping her? If somebody doesn't come soon then there's no
telling what he'll do to me.

"NO!! Not that! It's just that I don't like being tied up like this.

If you untie me, we can still play.

Honest. I'll do whatever you want. Just let me loose!"

"But you will do whatever I want now. If you don't want to be
punished."

Michelle was getting more worried.

How was she going to get out of this?

Think, Chelle, think.

Then it came to her. It was beautiful and it just might work.

"Alright, I'll play. What do you want me to do?"

"I already told you. You have to answer my questions and do whatever
I tell you."

"That's not what you said."

"You asked so that's the deal."

The bastard was changing the rules, but she decided her idea would
still work.

"So I have to tell you the truth or I'll be punished. Right?"

Damien wasn't sure he liked her tone.
"Yeahhh?"
"Okay then. NO!"
"What do you mean, no?"
"You asked if you could see my underwear and the truth is no, you
can't."
"But you gotta do what I say and I'm telling you to show them to me."

"Okay."
"Okay, what?"
"Okay, I'll show you my underwear, you little pervert.

"But first you've got to do something for me."

"What do I gotta do?"
"Untie me."
"No, you'll get away."

"If you want me to show you my underwear, then you'll have to untie
me or I can't do it. I'll need my hands free."

Damien obviously hadn't considered this and so fell silent, thinking.

Fuck you! You little bastard! Michelle smiled she could smell
victory.

The door opened and in came Pearce.

He looked, uncomfortably, at Michelle and then turned to his English
cousin.
"I'm hungry. I don't want to play anymore."
Michelle saw her chance and went for it.
"Okay, then untie me. The game's over. Let me down and I'll get him
something."

Damien was not to be denied.

"C'mon, Pearce, Michelle's busy acting, the pizza guy will be here
soon, let's go and see what's on TV for you to watch, Cartoon Network
ok?"

He took Pearce by the hand and left a very angry and frustrated
babysitter still tied and closed the door.

"DAMIEN!! You little bastard!
You untie me, NOW!! You get back here! You hear me??"

Michelle was experiencing, in turn, feelings of anger, frustration,
embarrassment, resignation, and finally humiliation.

She was trapped.

Whatever he wanted to do, he could do.

She was powerless to stop him.

"DAMIEN Get back in here and untie me!" Michelle shouted.

The door opened and Damien came in.
Damien gave her his unnerving smile.
"I've changed my mind."
"About what?"
"You don't have to show me your underwear."
"What? Why not?"
"Because I want you to tell me that it's okay for me to look at them."

What the hell was keeping his mother?

What am I going to do?
What am I going to do?

Damien took advantage of her silence to again go behind her.

Michelle tried to see what he was up to but kneeling on the barstool
made it difficult.

Damien enjoyed looking at her.

She was so pretty, she was a real live girl, they're bound and
helpless in front of her.

Prettier even than the girl's off the telly or thast he'd he'd seen
in FHM.

He wanted to see all of Michelle.

He told himself he was in total control.

He was the law.

Everything.

He reached out and grabbed Michelle's red patent-leather slip-on
shoes and quickly pulled them off.

" DAMIEN STOP THAT!! Put those back on!"

His answer was to remove Michelle's left sock.

" DAMIEN FUCKING QUIT IT! What are you doing?"

He removed the right sock.

"Look Damien this has gone far enough! You know you shouldn't be
doing this.
If you stop now, I won't tell anybody what you were up to. If you
don't, then I'll have to tell your mother everything when she gets
here. And I'll bet you won't like that"

Damien faced her again and looked her straight in the eye.

"Wrong answer".

"STOP THAT, FUCK OFF YOU LITTLE BASTARD!!

"I've had enough!!".

"If you don't untie me this minute then I'm going to start screaming
as loud as I can!"

"I don't care if I wake up the entire neighbourhood!"

"So make up your mind, let me go or I scream!"

Damien stopped and looked at her, right into her blue eyes.

Michelle Ryan tried to assume the most determined look she could.

It was now or never.

Michelle had run out of options.

Either I win or he does.

He hung his head and fetched the chair.

Michelle said "YES YES YES" to herself!.

I won! I won! It was her only hope. It could have gone either way but
she'd won.

Her sense of relief was overwhelming because if he'd called her
bluff, he would have realized that there wasn't a thing she could do
to stop him from whatever he'd planned.

Victory.
Sweet victory.

She could sense him on the chair behind her and she looked up to
watch him undo the ropes, those knots he'd used wouldn't be easy to
untie.

What happened next occurred within seconds.

Damien's hands came into view.

He was holding something colourful.

What was that?

His hands began lowering to her face.

THE GAG!! NO!!

Michelle turned her head to try and prevent his purpose.

She shook it quickly from side to side.

Then she played her final card.

She began to scream. Loud! VERY LOUD!!!

Damien had anticipated this; he placed his hand in the small of her
back and pushed.

Michelle toppled forward off the stool.

The teenager's arms felt like they were being torn from their
sockets.

The pain was short, sharp, and intense.

In shock, Michelle stopped screaming.

Damien took advantage to thrust the gag into her mouth and pull it
roughly tight and secure behind her neck.

Michelle Ryan lay still.

Suspended by her arms above the family living room floor.

Michelle felt like crying.

Damien stood back and looked at his handiwork, out of nowhere it
seemed he had a digital camera and proceeded to take pictures of the
bound teenage actress.

A close up of Michelle's tits.

Her nipple straining against her top.

Her tight arse cheeks pressing against her skirt.

Control and anticipation had made him erect.

He faced her again; total control was on the 15 year olds mind.

It was time for Damien to have total control, now all the times he'd
wanked in his bedroom thinking about this were about to come true, he
was about to see a real girl.

Naked.

"You've forced me to gag you Michelle, I didn't want to do it but you
gave me no choice. So now I'll have to ask you questions that you can
answer with a nod of your head.

"Do you understand?"

Michelle was getting really scared; she looked down at the floor.

Michelle knew she couldn't stop him but she didn't have to co-operate
either.

She refused to look directly at him.

Michelle nodded indicating she understood.
"Good. So, can I see whatever I want?"

Michelle Ryan finally gave up, resigned to her fate; she hung her
head, and nodded.

She'd agreed.

He again circled her like a shark ready to attack.

Where to begin?

His eyes roved all over the bound, barefoot, and helpless teenage
girl.
If she ever did make thought Damien and he saw her on the telly he'd
think of this time, when she was there hanging helpless in front of
him.

Her skirt!! Yean, definitely the skirt!

Damien stood facing her but Michelle still refused to look at him.

She couldn't bear the humiliation.

Damien's fingers went to the skirt ties at her waist.

He gripped the ends.

He pulled.

They came loose.

The outer panel of her skirt slid down and came to rest hanging below
her knees.

Damien picked up the end and pulled it away from her to see what was
holding it up.

He saw the button on the inside, slid his hand into the waistband and
undid it.

Michelle flinched at his touch.

He released the material and it pooled at Michelle's ankles.

She raised her head and looked at the ceiling.

Now what, Damien wondered?

Michelle's top or her panties?

The top!

It was a halter style, secured behind her back with two buttons and
behind her neck with one more.

Which to undo first?

The neck!

He moved her hair to the side.

Michelle flinched again.

Undone, it slipped down her front exposing the tops of her breasts.

Just the tops.

He undid the top button at her back.

Michelle felt her body responding to what Damien was doing to her.

Her mind tried to halt it but her body wouldn't listen.

Her heart rate increased, as did her breathing.

Nerves caused her to perspire leaving beads on her brow, upper lip,
and between her teenage breasts.

She closed her eyes, tightly.

Damien was getting more and more excited as Michelle was slowly being
exposed.

He fumbled momentarily with the final button, undid it, and sensed
her top slip downward to join her skirt on the floor.

He was right! He knew it!

She wasn't wearing a bra.

Michelle's teenage breasts were open to his gaze and Damien caught
his breath.

They were even more stunning than he'd imagined.

He so wanted to feel them again.

But, first things first.

Now the last article.

Her panties!

Damien suddenly realized that he was afraid.

The 15 year old felt nervous.

This was more than he'd planned for when he first hit on the idea.

He resented her attitude toward him and wanted to make her regret how
she'd acted.

He'd planned on tying her up and maybe spanking her, perhaps even
lifting her skirt and seeing her panties.

She would hate that.

That would really embarrass her.

But never did he imagine he would ever get this far!

Michelle the actress come babysitter was down to her panties and she
couldn't stop him from removing even them!

Damien was feeling light-headed at the prospect.

He began to sweat.

The teenager paused and stared at the remaining article.

They were a red, lacy filigree pattern on the front.

The back panel was sheer.

He could see right through them at her clenching and unclenching her
arse cheeks.

They were held up by two ties on Michelle's hips.

Damien held his breath and reached toward her hips.

His hands were clammy as he closed thumb and forefinger on the tie
ends.

Damien swore he could feel heat emanating from the bound teenage
girl.

Damien pulled on them.

They undid and her final covering floated to rest between her ankles.

Michelle's body went rigid, trembled, spasmed, then went limp.

Damien stood back and looked.

Naked!!

Michelle Ryan, the wannabe actress, the teenage babysitter, was
completely naked!!

Damien had done it.

He really done it!

Damien was so excited by what he'd done that he almost fainted.

He steadied himself by the chair.

He couldn't believe his eyes and he could do anything he wanted to
her.

Nobody could stop him!!

He stood behind her and admired his bound prize.

Her slender back.

Damien liked the way she was wriggling her hips from side to side.

Her arse, round, firm, just begging to be touched.

Damien noticed that she was still clenching and unclenching her
cheeks.

Damien liked that too.

He reached out and ran his hand across those delightful teenage
mounds.

Michelle flinched at the touch and went stiff.

Damien cupped one in each hand. Smooth.

He squeezed.

Hot.

He squeezed again.

Curiosity got the better of him and he spread them, knelt, and
looked.

It was just like in those magazines.

He could feel Michelle trembling.

Michelle whimpered.

Damien moved to the front.

Michelle felt betrayed.

Her mind was rebelling at what he was doing to her but her body was
responding.

She couldn't prevent it.

With each touch, she could feel a tingle.

As her clothes were methodically removed by Damien, she felt like she
was trapped her heart was pounding, her breathing deepened, she could
feel her body heat rising.

Her juices started to flow.

Michelle was horrified.

NO! NOT THAT! NOT NOW! NOT HERE!

Not in front of HIM!!

When she was stripped down to nothing but her panties, she could feel
it coming.

NO!!

His tug on the panties string ties triggered it.

She couldn't stop it, it was overwhelming, irresistible.

ORGASM!

Michelle stiffened.

A tremor overtook her, her toes curled.

Michelle came.

Right in front of Damien. It was incredible. Spasm followed spasm.

Michelle was so ashamed, she wanted to die.

She closed her eyes even tighter in embarrassment.

Everything!

Damien wanted to feel everything.

But where to begin?

He looked up at her slender arms tied above her head.

Breasts.

They were real tits!!!

They stood straight out and were capped by nipples that were a light
shade of brown.

Slender hips, wriggling back and forth at the moment.

Firm, flat stomach.

Belly button. Innie.

Damien's eyes stopped.

There it was!

The one part of Michelle Ryan that he never in his wildest imaginings
thought he would ever get to see.

But here it was.

Heaven, pure heaven.

It was the same colour as her head.

Damien liked the way it sort of jutted out.

It looked so soft.

He wasn't sure which he preferred, her tits breasts or here.

Long. slender, shapely legs.

He noticed that her feet were well shaped also.

Damien noticed something else.

An odour.

A slight aroma that he couldn't place.

It was kind of.... musky?

Whatever it was, he liked it.

It was having an effect on him and he definitely liked it.

Michelle noticed it too, but she knew what it was and was mortified.

NO NO NO!!!!

Michelle wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.

This is a nightmare! No! It's worse!

You can wake from a nightmare and end it.

What is he going to do to me?

Maybe....maybe he'll be satisfied and let me go.

Maybe he just wanted to strip me and now he'll let me get dressed.

Then it really hit her.

NO NO NO!!! I'm NAKED!!

I've been stripped naked by a 15-year-old boy!!

He can see everything I own!

NOOooooo!!!

He can see my boobs!

My arse!

He can even see Noooooo!! He can even see that!! My cunt! My pussy!

Whatever he calls it, HE CAN SEE IT!!

Somebody, ANYBODY, help me!

Get home and HELP ME!!

But Michelle's night wasn't about to end.
Worse was yet to come.

Now, Damien thought, I'd better do it now or someone will come and my
chance will have passed.

He was intrigued by her shoulder length brunette hair, it looked so
pure to him.

In fact all of Michelle Ryan seemed pure and unspoiled and very
inviting.

He reached out and grasped a handful of it, held it to his nose and
inhaled.

It smelled like summer rain or fresh-cut flowers and it was soft.

It felt so good in his hands.

Soft and sweet.

She flinched.

He ran his hands down Michelle's ribcage.

Damien could feel her heart racing.

She was soft, like velvet, and warm.

Damien could feel Michelle stiffening under his touch and begin to
tremble as if cold.

Damien looked at her eyes but they were very tightly closed.

He reached out and cupped her breasts in each of his hands and
squeezed.

He was surprised.

They were different.

Before they were soft and firm, now they were hard and stiff.

Her nipples were hard, pointed and looked as if they were covered in
goosebumps.

His massaging and his thumbs confirmed how hard they'd become.

Damien never felt anything so wonderful before in his life, he'd
become so hard that it actually began to hurt.

His breathing and heart were speeding up, he felt very light-headed.

He wanted to hold those tits forever, but time was getting short.

He moved his moist hands down across Michelle's hot and hardening
stomach.

It seemed to Damien like Michelle was murmuring no no no over and
over under her breath and thrusting her hips forward.

She whimpered and shook her head from side to side as his hand slowly
descended down her.

Down to there!

Michelle couldn't believe it.

Her body was totally out of her control.

Her fear of what he planned to do to her had caused her mind to
create all sorts of degrading and humiliating scenarios.

Michelle flinched when Damien touched her hair.

When he cupped her boobs, the effect was electric.

Her mind was screaming at him to stop but her body revelled in his
touch.

It wanted him to touch her all over, everywhere.

But it wanted so much more than just his touch, it wanted release.

It wanted him inside her.

It ached to be penetrated, probed deeply, long and hard, until it was
satisfied.

Michelle was so ashamed by her emotions, but they continued unabated.

She writhed and squirmed with desire, she could feel her heat
continually rising.

Her body began to tremble and convulse with its needs.

Her craving became so intense, she felt as if she would faint.

Then Michelle felt Damien's hands moving down across her abdomen.

Damien moved his hand down across her silky, warm flesh, down till it
brushed the short brown pubes.

He sensed the fine hairs of her lower torso and could feel her
trembling.

Again he halted.

This was it.

He dropped to his knees for a closer look.

They looked so light and feathery.

Damien gently brushed them with just his fingertips.

Soft!

He blew on them.

Michelle raised up on her toes.

Damien cupped his hand completely over it and pressed down.

She felt wet!

She arched her back and went silent as if holding her breath.

Damien slid his middle finger between her legs.

Fuck, she feels hot!

Then he ran it along Michelle's pussylips.

Her trembling increased.

Pushed it in as far as it would go, and flicked it back and forth.

Damien could feel something hard sticking up and fingered it.

Michelle exploded!!

She could feel it coming and was powerless to halt it.

Truth be told, she no longer wanted to.

She needed and craved release.

It came.

She came.

Wave after wave after wave.

Michelle slipped into a semi-conscious state.

She thrust herself with abandon onto his finger, trying to draw them
ever more into her. She wanted all of him inside her, tightening her
thighs on his hand and pulling.

She had never felt shame so deeply before.

Damien looked at his fingers.

There was something on them.

Damien felt the liquid between his fingers.

It was warm and sticky.

He raised it to his nose and, tentatively, sniffed it.

The smell!

That was the smell!

The one he'd noticed before.

He smelled it again, only deeper.

Yeah!

That was definitely it. Musky, and he still liked it.

"Damien, WHERE ARE YOU??"

Damien's face turned toward the locked door.

"My mother!"

Michelle raised her head and opened her eyes.

At last!! It's over! My nightmare is over!

Damien, you little fucking bastard, I'm telling her everything you've
done!
Everything!! I want you to suffer a slow painful death, AT MY HANDS!!

"Pearce, where is Damien?"

"He's playing with Michelle in the living room. You want me to get
him?"

"Would you, honey. Tell him we are late and I have to get home
immediately."

"Okay."

Damien hurried to the door and went out, careful to close it behind
him.

Michelle could hear them in the kitchen.

"It's alright mum. I heard you and I'm coming."

"Get your stuff and come on! I'm terribly late and your father will
be home already.

You know how he hates to wait! So, c'mon. Chop-chop! The car's still
running and I'll wait for you in it.

OH, AND THANK YOU, MICHELLE, FOR LOOKING AFTER HIM! I CAN"T STAY TO
TALK NOW! I"LL SEE YOU LATER! YOU"RE A DEAR! BYE NOW!

Damien, get a move on!"

"I've just got to collect my stuff, then I'll be right out."
"Well hurry!"

Michelle was in a panic.

NO! DON"T GO! DON"T LEAVE! PLEASE!!!

But the gag prevented anyone from hearing anything.

The door re-opened and in came Damien.

"My mum's here! I gotta go now. But I just have to do a few things
first."

Things? What things? What's he talking about?

In the corner beside the window there was a pole lamp.

It had three small spotlights, to allow the person in the hanging
chair to read.

Damien turned on the bottom light and positioned it so it shone on
Michelle's legs.

The middle one he positioned onto her lower torso.

The top on her head and shoulders.

What the hell is he doing?

Then he did something so vile, so evil, that Michelle would never
forgive him doing.

He picked up the draw cord to the curtains and pulled.

Open!

The curtains were wide open!!

Michelle stared at the busy street, the entrance to her drama school;
she was suddenly and completely exposed, and froze in horror.

She never even noticed as he scooped up her clothes, or that he took
her red lace panties and sniffed them.

Sweet and tangy at the same time!

He put them into his pocket as a keepsake and a remembrance.

He moved to the door, opened it, and took one final look at the scene
of his greatest victory.

He wanted to imprint it onto his memory.

He wanted to remember it exactly.

Perfect!

Everything had been perfect!!

As he closed the door behind him, he chuckled.

"Well Michelle, actresses need there spotlight so I've given you
some, night Michelle. It's been fun playing with you, see ya on
Eastenders" he laughed.

Just before the door closed, his hand came in and turned off the
overhead light.

Leaving Michelle Ryan in the spotlight.

Naked!

On public display should anyone turn and look toward the picture
window!

She could hear him laughing all the way up the hall.

DAMIEN!!

What have you done to me!?!?

OH! MY GOD!! OH! MY GOD!! YOU LITTLE BASTARD! DON"T LEAVE ME LIKE
THIS!! PLEASE!! Michelle felt things couldn't get any worse.

She was wrong.

They just got worse.

Somebody on the busy street turned and looked at the window!!

Michelle could see the taillights as cars pulled out of the driveway
of the drama school they both went to.

A group of girls halted to let the car pass and one of them glanced
toward the house.

Michelle saw the girl's head turn in her direction.

Worse still, she recognized a couple of them as ones going to her
drama school.

OH! NO!!

The girl leaned forward as if not believing her eyes.

"Look at that girl!

There, in the window.

She's naked!! and she's tied uuuu.....oh my God!! I think I know her!
That's that Ryan girl from our class.

I do know her.

You know who that is?

That's wait

I've got to go get her; she won't want to miss this.

Oh, my God! She's gonna die when she sees this!!"

The girl turned and ran in the direction from which they'd just come.

The remaining girls stood at the fence and stared at Michelle and
giggled and whispered to themselves.

Michelle couldn't believe it.

Why?

Why did it have to be someone who recognized her?

Where did she go?

Who wouldn't want to miss this?

Why did Damien have to do this to me, I wasn't that mean to him?

The girl returned with another group of girls.

One in particular.

She went to the fence and peered closely into the window.

Michelle recognized her immediately.

OH! GOD! NO!!

Why HER?

Why did it have to be HER?

Angela had never felt so trapped and exposed in her life.

It was Jennifer Ellison!

Jennifer looked as if she couldn't trust her eyes.

She looked to see if anyone was around, then climbed over the fence
and approached the window.

Jennifer Ellison stood there with a growing smile on her face looking
Michelle over, from her bound wrist to her bare feet.

She then looked Michelle right in the eye and started to laugh.

She laughed so hard that she doubled over.

When she stood up again, she was still in the throes of laughter and
pointed at Michelle.

She turned and staggered back across the fence to rejoin the other
girls, who were also laughing and pointing.

Michelle could hear it all as it burned it's way into her head.

She felt like she'd hit rock bottom.

She was wrong. More was to come.

She could hear them talking.

Jennifer had taken her mobile phone out, she heard Ellison saying.

"Yeah. This is just too good. We should share it, don't you think?
And I know just the ones to share it with."

Jennifer Ellison dialled and waited, never taking her eyes from the
window or the smile from Michelle face.

One of the girls asked.

"Who is she?"

"That is none other than Michelle Ryan, she thinks she's going to be
in Eastenders, that was my part, she stole it off me."

"Does she live here?"

"No, the West's live here. I think she baby-sits for them."

"Why is she tied up naked in the window like that if she just baby-
sits for them?"

"I dunno. Maybe she isn't quite the tight ass everyone thinks she is.

Maybe she likes to show off her tits and arse.

If Jennifer is calling who I thinks she's calling, then snooty Angela
is going to get a very appreciative audience. This should be fun!"
said one of the teenager girls.

Jennifer closed up the phone and handed it back.

"They're coming! They didn't believe me when I told them."

"I don't wonder! I could hardly believe it myself."

PLEASE Mrs.West, get home and end this!

The girls continued to watch the nude sitter from the street and pass
rude and unflattering comments.

"What a slut. I'd die before I'd be caught like that."

"She must play some pretty kinky games with those kids."

"She's lucky. If I'd left her like that, I'd have put a dildo up her
ass."

"Yeah, and one in her cunt too. Wouldn't that be something to see?"

Michelle cringed with each comment.

Soon a black sportscar pulled up and parked.

The driver's door opened and out stepped OH! NO!! Will . Will Mellor.

The passenger door opened and a whole host of teenage piled out.

Michelle recognized them all.

Everyone was a classmate in her dram school.

They lined up along the fence. Jennifer asked Will.

"Did you bring it?"

"Yeah, it's in the back window."

Jennifer Ellison opened the car door and leaned in.

She re-emerged with something in her hand.

"How does it work?"

"It's all automatic. You just point and press the red button. No need
to adjust. It does it all for you."

"Fuck!! You weren't kidding, Jennifer. That is her! shit!!"'

"What the fuck? That's more than I ever saw of her when we were going
out together, who did that to her? did you?"

"No! We were passing by and saw her. Just like that. Bare-assed in
the window!"

"C'mon there's nobody around. We can get closer for a better look. I
already did."

Jennifer crossed over the fence and was closely followed by the rest.

They crowded around the picture window like tourists at the zoo,
admiring the caged animal.

Michelle wanted to die!

She wanted to look away, anywhere but at this crowd of leering,
mocking schoolmates.

But she was frozen in place and couldn't stop watching them.

" Fuck look at those tits! I'd love to get my hands on them!"

"I thought you guys would like to see them, personally I think she
needs to lose weight"

" She always acted like those tits and that body were the Crown
Jewels and nobody was allowed to look. Well we're getting a damn good
look now!"

"We girls knew that too."

"Yeah but there's nothing like first-hand confirmation, is there?"

"First hand! I love to be the first hand on that pussy!"

"It's not my hand I'd use on it!"

They all laughed at that. Jennifer raised something in her hand. It
was whatever she'd fetched from Will's car. A video camera!! The
bitch was taking pictures of her!!

Angie couldn't move. It was her worst nightmare come true!

"Get one of her pussy. Good and close"

"And her face! Just so there's no doubt that it really is her!"

Someone tapped on the window and said.

"C'mon Chelle, turn around. We'd like to see if your arse is as good
as the rest of you!"

More laughter.

"Don't forget her boobs. The guys will go crazy for a good close-up
shot of them."

"Don't worry, I'm getting everything. When I'm through Michelle Ryan
won't have an inch of her that everyone hasn't seen!"

"I want copies."

"So do I!"

"Everybody's gonna get some. For a price! Chelle is gonna make me a
lot of money!!"

That broke the spell, Michelle was horrified at what that bitch
Ellison was doing.

Michele turned her back on her.

Bad move!

Jennifer Ellison had captured her foe.

Front and back.

Top to bottom.

Everything.

Completely.

Jennifer Ellison couldn't have been happier.

"Michelle Ryan, you're mine! All mine!!"

"Look a car! Somebody's coming!"

"Let's get out of here!!"

The headlights turned into the driveway just as the last of the drama
students cleared the fence and scattered in all directions.

Michelle heard the car and realized that it would soon be over.

But it wasn't quite over.

Her humiliation would continue for a little while more.

Michelle heard the front door open.

Please let it be Mrs.West who finds me!

Having David see her like this would be unendurable.

She could hear Mrs.West.

"Pearce! What are you doing still up? Where's Michelle?"

"She's in the family room. Her and Damien were playing."

"Well come along. I'll get you to bed. David, Michelle's in the
living room.

"Would you get her and take her home?"

"Sure."

NO! NOT DAVID! PLEASE!! NOT HIM!

She could hear his footsteps approaching.

Terrified, she stared at the door handle.

It turned.

Michelle wanted to shut her eyes to spare herself the humiliation of
discovery by him but found herself unable to.

David opened the door, stepped in and was about to speak when he
suddenly realized what he was seeing and froze.

Michelle??

What the????

He thought he was hallucinating.

This can't be real!!

Michelle was naked!

Totally nude!

He could see everything.

Everything he'd imagined was right there.

Without meaning to, David took in all of Michelle, from head to toes.

Completely exposed!!

Then it hit him.

It was real!

Somehow, his fantasies of Michelle Ryan naked before him was real!!

What do I do??

Michelle looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

He stepped back out and closed the door.

"COME DOWN HERE! NOW!!"

Michelle wanted to cry but her shame prevented it.

WHY? WHY did it have to be him?

She'd seen him looking at her, all of her.

"What is it? What's wrong? Why are you shouting, David?"

"I don't know. I mean....I...I don't.....the door, open the door and
see for yourself!"

Mrs.West opened the door and was speechless, just staring, trying to
make sense of what greeted her.

Then realization hit.

"My God!! Michelle!

What happened?

Who did this?

Oh my God!! David! Help me!"

This finally proved too much for Michelle and she began to sob, then
to cry.

Mrs.West tried to comfort her.

"It's alright! It's over. We'll get you down, don't you worry. David,
can't you hurry?"

David was grappling with the knotted rope on her wrists, with little
success.

"I don't know who tied this, but he did a good job. I can't figure it
out."

Mrs.West tried to undo the gag and met with equal ill-success.

Then she noticed the curtains were open and everything was visible to
the street.

"David, forget the rope. Close those drapes!"

Michelle now noticed what that little bastard, Damien, had done to
her.

The means of ending her public humiliation was put into her own
hands, but tied so she was unable to use it! Evil!

David, himself, soon discovered this.

"He tied the cord, too. I can't get it untied either!"

"I can't untie this scarf either!

Whoever did this was determined that it stay tied!

David! Go get some scissors from the kitchen.

You better get a knife, too.

We'll have to cut her loose. I'm so sorry, Michelle.

Who on earth would do something so evil? I'm so sorry!"

David returned with both the knife, scissors, and Michelle's clothes.

He'd found them piled on a chair in the kitchen.

Michelle told Mrs.West everything.

David listened silently to it and could also feel himself reacting
sexually to her tale.

He was hard as a rock and feeling guilty about enjoying visualizing
it all in his mind.

He kept remembering how she'd looked when he first opened that door.

He would carry that delicious memory with him forever. She was even
more beautiful than he'd ever imagined, and he'd often imagined it.

She could be a real tease when she wanted.

Those tight blouses with the open necks weren't accidental.

But he never thought he'd ever get to see what was underneath them.

Not in a million years.

Mrs.West couldn't believe that it was Damien who'd done this.

She knew he was different from most boys his age.

But this?? She promised Michelle that her sister, Laura, would be
told everything.

Everything!

"Don't you worry, dear, he will regret everything he's done to you.
Laura will see to that!!"

Michelle was so numb by all that had happened that she no longer
really cared.

She just wanted to go home and get to her bed.

"David, take her home.

Will you be alright dear?

Would you like me to do something?"

"No. I just want to go home, thanks."

"I'm so sorry, Michelle!"

David drove her home. It was a very silent trip.

Michelle couldn't look at him.

She was far too embarrassed.

She just stared at the floor.

David tried to comfort her but all he got for his efforts was a
series of grunts and nods, so he gave up.

When they arrived at her home he asked if they're was anything he
could do?

Come in with her to tell her parents, perhaps?

That was the last thing Michelle wanted.
"No. That won't be necessary. I'll be fine. Honest."
"If you need anything. Anything. Just tell us. Okay?"
"Okay. Thanks."

She never spoke to anyone.

Just went straight up to her room.

Undressed. Took a shower and climbed into her bed.

She dreaded going to drama school.

My God!!

That video will be all over the place.

Jennifer Ellison will make sure of that.

That BITCH!

I'll just have to deal with it somehow.

But she wasn't sure how.

Her mind started to remember what had happened to her and to her
horror she found herself getting sexually excited by it all over
again. She couldn't help it. As horrible as it was, she was reacting.

Michelle had to relieve herself, it was becoming overwhelming.

She slipped her fingers between her thighs and began to stroke
herself.

Michelle's other hand she used to massage her teenage breasts and
pinch her nipples.

Good, that felt so good.

Just what she needed.

But something had changed!

In her imagination it wasn't David pleasuring her.

NO! It wasn't David.

The one she imagined was OH! MY GOD!! NO!!!!

It was Damien, THE LITTLE BASTARD!!


The End.

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