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Subject: {ASSM} Helping the babysitter become a model Ch.8 (M/F, Blackmail, Coer,)
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Helping the Babysitter Become a Model
                             By notmystory@kc.rr.com
                                  Chapter 8


WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and
contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult,
or reading sex stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it
is illegal in your location, DO NOT read it.

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DISCLAIMER: All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to
anyone, either alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Helping the Babysitter Become a Model
                    


Chapter 8

When Kristin awoke from her long slumber, she found herself lying
naked in Bob's bed again. As she lay there. she began to take
inventory of her current aches and pains. Her head was pounding,
her temples throbbing with pain. Her tongue was still sore and
tender, a dull pain iminating from the stud in her tongue. She
felt sloppy and loose, her ass still burned from her being taken
anally. She felt the cool air running over the puffy lips of her
still inflamed cunt.

In fact, she was sore all over. Her pussy and ass, her breasts
were sore to the touch. Her nipples had swelled under her clip-on
peircings. Even her nose caused her pain, it too pinched by a
fake stud. Kristin felt the fluids still seeping out of her cunt
and ass, the deposits of her partners still oozing out of her.
Her face was covered in dry cum and tears, and she found that she
couldn't even bring herself to cry about her ordeal, as she was
all cried out.

She got up and walked to the restroom slowly. It even hurt to
just walk. She spent the next two hours cleaning herself up, and
thinking. She was happy that she hadn't run out of hot water. She
had needed to at least feel clean, no matter how dirty she was
now.

She had made some hard decisions during that time. She knew that
she couldn't go on this way any longer. She walked out of the
bathroom, covered in a only a towel, and began searching the
house for Bob. She found him in an office down the hall, his back
turned to her, while he worked on something on his computer.

As she entered through the open door he asked, "How's my sweet
little slut doing today? Did you sleep well?"

"I'm not." she said softly

"Not what?" he asked, again not bothering to even face her.

"I'm not a slut, and I'm not yours." she answered quietly.

"Oh, I see. Well, maybe not yet, but we're working on it." he
replied in a serious tone.

"It's over." she said timidly.

"I see. You do understand what that will mean, don't you?" he
asked calmly.

"Yeah, but I don't care. You'll never use me like that again."
she replied softly, but firmly.

"Well that's yet to be seen." he said smugly.

"I don't care anymore. I'm going to tell my parents everything
when they get home. I'll show them the pictures and you can do
what you want, I can't go on doing stuff like that anymore." she
said authoritatively but quietly.

"Well that's fine by me. I'll send your father and other family
members this packet." he said tossing a large brown envelope at
her, as he finally turned to face her. He opened a large folder
with hundreds of prints, and continued talking. "I can understand
how you can make this decision for yourself, but making that
choice for others, not even letting them decide for themselves."
he said sliding a photo across the desk at her.

Kristin looked down at the photos presented to her to her. She
sat seemingly looking into the camera in the picture, sperm
dripping down her chin. Her brothers cock just inches from her
face, apparently having just drenched her. The two looked both
willing and wanting. From this photo one would think that the two
where willing lovers, having just had a blissful session of love
making.

"I mean you might be comfortable telling everyone about all of
your sexual experiments." he said, as he slid another photo on
top of the previous one, this one showing her in various
positions with various partners. The first photo that he slid
across, showed her with a man screwing her, while she orally
pleasured a second man, while a third cock could be seen just to
the other side of her face. The next photo showing her taking a
cock in her ass, while she was sucking another cock. This photo
was followed by more of her with various men. In some, you could
even see that her brother was fucking her. These photos's where
followed by pictures of her and the beautiful Asian woman, with
the two women pleasuring one another. Kristin knew that she
looked more than willing in all of the photos, and in several,
she appeared to be enjoying herself quite a bit.

"But are you willing to ruin others lives as well." he asked,
sliding a new series across the desk for her to see.

She looked down shocked at what she was seeing. The photo's
showed Kyle with a dick near his mouth, something was running
down his chin. Another showed him bent over the bed, a nude a man
was apparently behind him. All of the photos in this set, showed
her brother in apparent homosexual acts.

"My colleague Reggie took these photos of your brother, after we
left last night. I was afraid that you might feel this way, so we
decided to get the most out of you early." he told her, thumping
his fingers on the table. "Oh don't worry, no one actually
touched your brother. I'm happy to say that we all find you more
to our liking. But no one would know that, just looking at these
pictures." he said, tapping his finger on one on the desk.

"I know your brother's and your father's feelings about
homosexuality. Just imagine how they'll feel when they see
these." he paused.

"What will Daddy think when he see's Kyle sucking cock, while
your carpet munching on another woman." he said, pulling a photo
of Kristin from the pile, which showed her eating out the Asian
woman.

"So go ahead and take these home to show them around. When your
father dies of a heart attack after seeing this stuff, just
remember how YOU decided that YOU couldn't do it anymore, and YOU
choose to ruin everyone in your family's life. I mean it's only
fair that they should all have to pay, because you can't keep you
legs together. Now go on get the fuck out of here!" he said,
raising his voice.

"Okay let's see, here's the church's directory, the high school's
faculty directory, this years PTA's mailing list, the
Wilson's...." Bob said, as he turned back to his computer,
flipping through the various directories. "I have that mailing
list from you last family reunion here somewhere." he said,
shuffling through the papers on his desk.

"Stop it! Just stop it!" Kristen said, through her sobs. "What do
you want from me?" she screamed. "I just can't do it anymore!"
she cried.

Bob continued working, as his printer began spitting out mailing
labels, at a hundred per sheet.

"Please. Can't we work something else out, I just can't do that
again. I can't!" she pleaded with him.

"You know, at first I was going to mail out one of those packets
to like the whole town. But Reggie suggested sending out these
multimedia Cd's." he said, pointing to spindles of CDs. "I can
make them up for like two cents a piece, and then mail 'em out at
bulk rate. That would save me a bundle of money, by only sending
the big prints to the important folks. You know your family, the
church elders, the principal and your teachers, and the school
newspaper. Oh yes, and the president of the school photography
club. He's still got a crush on you, you know." he said, not even
bothering to look up at her.

"My lawyer's gonna love showing these video tapes of you at the
trial. Maybe I'll get lucky and one of the tabloids will pick up
your story. Hell I own the copyrights, I could sell the tapes on
the internet and make millions. I could leak the story myself,
selling the photos and videos of you and your brother I'll be
rich." he chuckled to himself.

"This could be the best thing that's ever happened to me." He
howled.

"Please, please, there has got to be something else that I can
do. I'll do your laundry, cook for you, clean your house, wash
your dishes, anything. Please there's got to be something else I
can do for you PLEASE?" she begged him.

"No, I'm afraid not. Not unless you know some other sweet young
sexy thing to make me money." Bob said, unconcerned by her
crying.

"Please I can't. It's not me I can't do the things that you want
me to do. I can't it's just sick, and I can't do that anymore."
she bawled.

"Yeah, I heard you, and told you that's fine with me. Now get the
fuck out out of here. I've got work to do." he replied, as his
printer shot out another page of address labels.

"NO." she screamed, loud enough to stop him from doing what he
was doing. He turned to her, just as she dropped to her knees in
agony.

"Save the drama bitch." he said hatefully, angered by her
outburst.

Kristin was taken aback by his anger. He had said some mean and
disgusting things to her, but he had never talked to her in this
manner. She felt threatened by his tone of voice. She could see
the anger and hatred in his eyes. She had, up to even that
moment, at least a little hope that he was bluffing, that he
wouldn't actually mail those photos out, but as she saw his eyes,
her last doubts faded from her mind.

"What do you want from me?" she cried.

"I want you to leave." he replied, still angry at her.

"No. Please don't! Please." she begged him, still on her knees in
his doorway

"Too late. I gave you a chance, and you told me that you would do
as I said, and now you tell me you can't. Get out and I'll make
my money off you in other ways." he spat out.

She watched, as he began applying his labels to the paper
sleeves, then sliding the disks into them.

"No! Please give me another chance, please." she cried

"Why? You said that you couldn't do it. That it was sick.
Remember you're done. Now get out, I have some things to mail,
and things to sell." he said, his tone now less angry.

"I'm sorry I. I. I was wrong. I made a mistake. I don't want to,
but I'll.. Is there any other way we can do this. I would do
anything to just keep you from mailing those pictures out.
Please." she begged, trying to sound calm and friendlier.

"I expect you to do anything and everything that I tell you to
do. You're to be my personal little fuck doll, to do with as I
please. You will allow me to film and photograph you doing
anything that I want, with anyone that I want you to do it with,
and you're to do it without and questions, or any hesitation.
That's what you can do to keep me from mailing these pictures of
you out." he replied, retuning to labeling his envelopes.

"Bob, please. There must be some other way, anything?" she
begged.

"I told you, find me a girl as beautiful and as innocent as you
are, who will do this for me, and if she stacks up to you, I'll
let you out of our contract, but then you'll still be my cock
slave. Those are the choices. So, do you know anyone who would
take your place?" he asked, and waited for her reply.

"Well do you?" he asked impatiently.

Kristin was still trying to come to grips with her fate, and
shook her head no.

"Alright, now you have two more choices. You can walk out of here
and face the consequences, meaning the pictures of you and your
brother mailed to everyone that I told you I'd mail them to, or
you can fulfill your contract, and be my slave. That will mean
that you have to do everything that I tell you to do, or else
I'll still send these out to everyone that you know. Keep your
end of the deal, and no one that you know will ever see any of
them. It's your choice, what's it going to be?" he explained to
her again.

Bob settled in for a long wait, but it only took her a moment.

"I'll do it. Okay? I'll do it." she cried.

"No, I'm afraid not. I trusted you once, and you've already
changed your mind three times now. I don't think I can afford to
waste anymore time or money waiting to find out if you'll change
it again." he said, his voice distant, as he concentrated on the
work at hand.

"I won't. I'll do what I've promised to. I swear that I'll keep
up my part, if you just don't send those pictures out." she said,
drying the tears from her eyes. "I'll do whatever you want. I'll
be you're slave. I'll work out that contract. I'll do anything to
keep you from mailing that stuff out okay?"

"I suppose I could give you one more chance." drawing the last
three words out real slowly, "But you'll have to be punished, and
tested after what you've pulled on me." he said, turning to look
at her for her approval.

Kristin found it hard to believe that he could say these things
to her. What had she pulled? He was the one pulling stuff. All
the terrible things that he had put her through, and he wanted to
claim that she had pulled something, what hypocrisy. She felt his
eyes on her, and knew that she had to say something, she had to
stop him from mailing those sinful images of herself and Kyle.
Bob was right, she could destroy her own life, but she couldn't
bring herself to destroy the rest of her family.

"I understand, and I'll do whatever I have to do, in order to
make it up to you." she said, as sincerely as she could.

"Very well then, step over here." he said, motioning her to his
side of the desk.

As she stood in front of him, Bob opened a desk drawer, and
pulled a studded collar from it.  Kristin studied the leather
strap, as he wrapped it around her neck. It had small steel
studs, about a 1/4 inch across, that stuck out about 1/4 inch as
well, from the outside of the leather. The inside was lined with
a smooth medal band, in the middle of the fine leather. There was
a small leather pouch on the back, perhaps large enough to hold
two or three nine volt batteries. She felt him buckle it in
place, at the back of her neck, a cold chill ran down her spine,
as he clicked the tiny master lock in place, ensuring that she
couldn't remove the strap.

Although the collar was only half an inch thick, it felt
extremely heavy around her neck. Next he had her put on a pair of
6 inch black stilleto heels. By no coincidence, the shoes fit
perfectly she relized. again he had planned this all out, playing
her like a harp. She felt unsteady in the high heeled pumps, as
she had never worn anything higher than a four inch heels, and
even then only once or twice.

The shoes forced her to stand on her tip toes, and Bob turned her
around, pulling both of her arms behind her back. He instructed
her to lace her fingers together, as he held her arms up and back
from her body. As he released her arms, he ordered her to hold
them there. She then felt him slide a leather sleeve up both of
arms. The tube was pulled up over both arms, almost two inches
above her elbows, and then tightly tied in place.

Forced to stand as she was, her arms pulled behind her back, and
standing on her toes in the high heels, her breasts where pushed
up and out, prominently from her body. He turned her to face him
again, and pulled the towel from her body, letting it fall to the
floor. As he sat back down in his comfortable office chair, he
opened his pants and let them fall to the floor. 

"Blow me." he said, as he cupped her tits in his hand gently.

He sat and watched, as the poor girl tried to decide how best to
comply with his demand. She first tried to merely lean her head
down and into his lap, but having her arms streched and bound
behind her, as they were, she found that this was impossible. She
stood and surveyed the situation for a moment, before he spoke.

"On your knees." he told her.

She looked around, as she again tried to decide how to accomplish
his demand. She looked around for something to lean on. In the
high heels, with her arms bound behind her, she had no easy way
to get down on her knees. She looked at him pleadingly, hoping
that he would offer to help her, instead his face showed his
impatience.

Bob looked at her, wondering if she would be creative enough to
find a solution. He watched happily as she leaned against the
wall, and dropped to one knee. Bringing herself down onto her
other knee, she brought her head into his lap. She looked at his
semi-erect prick, just inches from her face. Just days ago, she
hadn't even seen a man's cock live and in person, and now she had
seen more than she ever imagined she would in her entire life.

Reluctantly, she took his flaccid cock into her mouth, and slowly
began to suck on it gently and lightly. Her tongue throbbed, her
jaw ached, but she forced herself to try and pleasure him. She
looked up at him, and he was watching her bobbing her head up and
down on his dick. She was working slowly, forcing herself through
her pain and disgust, in order to try and please him. She worked
his prick in and out of her mouth, for twenty minutes she
struggled to please him.

While she moved up and down on his cock, he had picked up the
phone, and made a call. She listened to her tormentors call, her
worries mounting, as he continued his conversation.

"Yeah, that was some party! How much shit did you get in when I
pulled her out, before any of the actual fraternity brothers got
a piece." he paused, as he listened to whoever he was talking to,
"Really, well we can do that. So the whore just was pissed off
that some outsider had all the fun. Fuck'em we provided them with
a substitute. If they want some, we can make some sort of deal
with  'em. Everything is for sale." he laughed "No she's sucking
my cock as we speak. You still got the party bang barge? Great,
gas it up and bring it over, it's time for a road trip." he said,
hanging up the phone.

She had really been working hard to bring him to an orgasm, and
just when she was ready to give up, he grabbed the back of her
head, and forced her mouth all of the way down, over his cock.
Finally he orgasmed in her mouth again, flooding her mouth with
his disgusting white fluid. She gagged and coughed, as he held
her down on his prick, spewing his seed into her mouth. When he
finally finished spurting his foul deposit into her sore throat,
and released her head, allowing her to fall to the floor, weak
and sickened.

He stood up, pulled his pants up, and taking a leash from the
desk drawer, clipped it to the collar around her neck. She felt
him tug at it, and tried to get up, but she couldn't, bound as
she was. He grabbed her bound arms and pulled her to her feet.
The pain of being pulled up this way, causing her to scream out
in pain.

Without saying a word, he dragged her down the hall by the leash.
She almost fell twice, as he led her down the stairs to the
kitchen.

"You need to eat." Bob told her, as he took a dog dish out from
under the sink.

Kristin started to think that she had only eaten twice in the
past three days, and was feeling very hungry, now that he
mentioned it. She stood there looking out his large patio window,
wondering if anyone could see her like this, not really paying
attention to him. He had filled one side of the dish with milk,
and the other with her favorite food, chicken fried rice. He then
placed the bowl on the floor, and tugged at her leash, indicating
that she should eat, as he dumped his portion of the Chinese food
onto a plate, and placed it on the table.

She looked at the food on the floor, and then began to complain.

"I won't..." she began to say, when suddenly the shock hit her,
causing her to collapse to the floor. The pain that shot out of
her collar, and into her neck, was excruciating.

Without even looking at her, he said. "I said eat! Reggie will be
here in a little while, and we still have to get you dressed." 

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