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                  Helping the Babysitter Become a Model
                          By notmystory@kc.rr.com


                               Chapter Nine


Finding herself on the floor, the pain dissipating, she tried to recuperate.
Kristin pulled herself up to her knees, she found that she was in front of the
Dog dish, filled with food. Hungry and worried of what Bob would do to her,
she slowly began eating from the bowl. Kristin was surprised to find that it
was actually good tasting food. Soon she was lapping up the contents, and
occasionally licking up the milk.

As soon as she finished, Bob drug her up to her feet by her bound arms. She
winced through the pain, as she steadied herself on her high heels. She found
the walk up the steps even more dangerous, than the one down had been earlier.
She was led into Bob's bedroom, where he slapped her on her ass, before he
began to untie her arms. When he had freed her, he directed her to get dressed,
handing her a hanger with the clothing that he expected her to put on.

She looked over the contents of the hanger, unsure of just what she had. Two
swipes of bright red cloth hung from the wire, one about 8 inches thick and
the other about twice that. She slowly pulled the thicker strip from the
hangar, and put the hangar on the bed. She examined it unsure what  the
stretchy material was. Finding it was sown together in what she assumed
was the back. Deciding that it was meant to be a skirt, she skeptically
pulled it up her succulent legs, lining the four             
inch slits opposite one another and assumed that they must represent the
bottom and sides of the skirt. She let it ride low on her hips, hoping to hide
her ass as best as she could, however the skin tight garment did little to
hide any part of her. Although she tried her best to position the garment to
cover as much off her ass as she could, she still couldn't satisfy her sense
of modesty, with the thin strip of cloth.

Giving up, she turned her attention to the other garment still on the hangar,
and decided that it must be meant as the top, she began to put it on. Again
finding no tag, she assumed that there must not be a top or bottom to it, and
just pulled it on over her head. She again found that she was unable to
adequately cover herself with the tiny swath of material. If she choose to
cover the top of her chest, then the lower quarter was left exposed. While if
she covered the lower part of her chest, she was dangerously close to exposing
her nipples. And if she centered the strip on her nipples, both the tops and
bottoms of her  breasts peeked out a little. Deciding that it was best to
conceal the lower half of her breasts, for fear that they might pop out if she
didn't, she waited for his next instructions.

He had been busy pouring her a glass of something, and stopped when he turned
and saw her. She was the very essence of seduction, as she stood there wearing
the scant clothing. He could make out her nipples, and even the jewelry still
clipped in place on her chest. The skirt she wore low, thus revealing her
tight stomach and the upper curve of her hips.

Bob handed her the glass and told her to drink it. Reluctantly she drank the
contents, looking down at the red liquid, unsure of what it was that she was
drinking. The taste was familiar to her, she had drank this concoction Saturday
morning, but was still unsure of just what it was. When she had finished her
drink, he led her into the bathroom, where he instructed her to put on some
make up, and fix her hair. He told her, pointing to a photo on the cabinet
next to a curling iron, to make herself look just like that. He left the room
as she began working on her hair.

Using the iron and gel, she began to style her hair to look like that of the
girl in the picture. Teasing it into a fluffy mess, in an old 80's way, she
did her best to make her hair a copy of the photo. Next, she put on the make-up
that Bob had provided her, the bright red lip stick, the dark blue eye shadow
and deep blush. Next she put on the nail polish, a matching red to her dress
and lips.

Bob returned just as she was blowing the last of her fingernails dry. He
grabbed her arm, and turned her to face him. Smiling at her, he placed one of
the small ear buds that she had worn earlier, in her left ear, and then the
other one in her right ear, before picking up the leash, which was still
dangling from her neck. As the evil sounds again filled her mind, she looked
into the mirror, and saw the slut she had become, as she was pulled away by
the leash.
                            **********************
Jim Wilson sat at his dinning room table, unable to look his wife in the face.
Although they didn't usually do so, Jim had gotten up early that day to attend
the local church service. He had sat and listened to the sermon over the ten
commandments, as the guilty thoughts of his sins ran through his mind, just as
they had for the past twenty four hours. He had sinned, he had committed adultery.
He had helped to turn a poor, sweet, innocent girl into a slut. He had allowed
his lust for her, to destroy her life, and he was terrified that it may destroy
his and his families as well. Brenda had asked him repeatedly what was wrong
several times over the last day, and he had convinced himself that she somehow
knew what he had done. He hadn't been able to sleep or eat, he was so guilt
ridden. Every time he saw his wife or son, his guilt once again reminded him
of what he had done.
                             *********************

Kristin was led out to a large Winnebago, where she and Bob where greeted by
Reggie. She saw Reggie's lips moving, as he faced her, but was unable to hear
anything that he said through the noise being pumped into her ears. She found
herself pulled into the Winnebago by her collar. As soon as she was inside, the
volume of the noise in her ears was turned down, she watched quizzically as Bob
fiddled with the small transmitter. Bob told her to use the restroom now,
before they got on the road.

When she returned from the bathroom, she was placed in one of the seats, and
secured to it. A leather band was wrapped around her waist and buckled to the
seat and then a chain was locked onto her collar. She sat there silently while
Bob secured her to the chair, surprised that he hadn't restrained her arms.
When he moved out from in front of her, she could see that she was facing a
small television. Bob's last word's to her, before the volume of the noise being
pumped into her ears was turned back up was, "I don't want to hear a word from
you until we get there."

She sat silently, as he reached out and flipped the cloth of her top down, and
roughly pinched her nipples. He then turned away from her, turning on the
television, before he walked to the front of the RV.

As the fires of desire raced through her, she turned her head and watched Bob
walk to the front of the RV. She watched through her haze of desire, as Bob
closed the curtain, blocking her section off from the front of the RV, as he
sat down in the passenger's seat. Within moments she felt the RV lurch into
motion. She began looking around, hoping to find someone or something to
relieve her growing desires. As she turned her head looking for relief, the
image on the TV caught her attention.

As she sat there watching the TV, the video of her losing her virginity played
out on the screen. She found her eyes locked onto the screen, even as she felt
the pain of betrayal deep down in her heart, seeing her former boyfriend Billy
again, as he pleasured her on the screen. When this scene finished, some time
later, it was replaced by the scenes of her with her brother, Reggie and the
others from the party.

As she watched the action going on, on the screen, she was getting hotter by
the minute, and her hands had began to roam all over her body. As one hand
rubbed her chest, and the other began diving into her cunt. Somewhere, in the
back of her mind, she was begging herself to stop. She closed her eyes and
tried to look away, but even as repulsed by the images on the screen as she
was, she couldn't stop herself. She was in an uncontrollable state of sexual
arousal, she needed to climax, and continued working herself into such a state
of arousal, so that she would cum. Poor Kristin couldn't hear the two men
laughing at her, as she moaned in desire, while she watched her sexual
exploitation on the screen.

The drive took just over two hours, and it was now just before four o'clock on
this warm Sunday afternoon, when the RV pulled in and parked in the large
mall's parking lot. A slap on her face drew her attention away from the scenes
that had repeated themselves over and over on the TV's screen. She looked up
to find Bob and Reggie staring at her. She had her skirt bunched around her
waist, and her top pushed down below her tits. Seeing the two men, she was
sure that they would help her to find her release. Bob reached out and pulled
the ear buds from her ears, while Reggie pulled somethings from a cabinet
behind him.

She listened almost in a trance, as Bob explained what he expected of her,
"Okay Slut, I'm going to let you earn my trust back. I want you to go into the
mall here, and find some men. I have eight condoms here, and I want them all
filled with sperm, from eight different men. You can bring them back here one
at a time, or in groups of two or three, or you can find a group of eight men
to do all at the same time, I don't care. It's almost four o'clock now, and the
mall closes at six, so you have just two hours in order to collect the sperm
from eight different guys. You have to bring them all back here to get their
juice and have them put the condoms in the bowl." he said, pointing to the
crystal bowl on the table next to a stack of Trojans "If you don't have at
least eight condoms full of spunk by 6:00, our deal is off and I sell your
videos and mail out your pictures to your family, priest, teachers, principal
and several of your fellow students, especially those who you wouldn't want to
date on a bet. You know  what I expect of you baby, so better go out there and
get them in here quickly!" he said, looking at the troubled youth.

"Oooooo" she said, still in desperate need of having a release.

After untying her from the chair, Bob tried his best to fix her clothes, he
removed the leash from her collar, before slapping her on the ass and saying.
"Go get'em baby. Make your master proud."

Bob followed the dazed girl from a safe distance, and video taped her quest for
a partner. She entered the mall and walked around, looking around apparently
lost. He knew that she'd probably never been to this mall before and, as far
away from their home town as they were, there was very little chance that she
would see any one who knew her. He taped her movements, and also the reaction
of the malls patron's, the men stopping and staring, while the women gasped,
as they looked at the scantily clothed teen. Finally, after several minutes of
searching, she approached an older man, who appeared to be alone, as he stood
outside of a store. The man looked the youth up and down hungrily, as she
walked up and whispered something into his ear. The two exchanged whispers,
before she led him out of the mall, and back to the RV.

Reggie watched the small black and white monitors, as young Kristin dropped to
her knees, and began undoing the older man's pants. He watched her roll the
condom over the man's already hard cock, as soon as she had gotten his pants
off of him. He stared in amazement, as she pushed him back onto the bed, and
climbed on top of his erect rod. He found it hard to believe from watching her
actively pumping her pussy up and down on the old man's shaft, as she stuck her
huge tits right in front of his face, so that he could suckle on her nipples
while she rode him, that she had been a virgin less than a week ago.

Bob waited a safe distance away from the RV, and after less than ten minutes
of their being inside of the RV, the man emerged, still straightening his
clothes, as he walked back to the mall. Only a minute or two later, Kristin
emerged looking slightly disheveled, but she once again entered the mall,
looking for another lover. She still seemed oblivious to the looks that she
was receiving from people, and one young mother even went so far as to cover
her son's eyes, when she saw him looking at Kristin, dressed as slutty as she
was.

After traveling about a quarter of the way down the mall, she approached
another man, who was standing alone. She whispered in his ear, as he looked at
her, disgusted by her appearance. Bob filmed away, as he watched the man push
her away, he rebuked her for whatever it was that she asked him for. She backed
away, and began searching for a new partner, even as he continued his verbal
assault on her.

In the now gathering crowd, caused by the scene that the other man was causing,
stood a single man, whom she approached without hesitation. Again she whispered
something into the young man's ear. Whatever she had told him, he seemed to
like, Bob noted, as he continued filming, as the smile on his face now
stretched completely across his face. Kristin took the man by the hand, and
led him out of the mall. Bob captured the scene on film, as Kristin led him
into the RV, as he talked on his cell phone.

Bob glanced down at his watch, as he waited for the couple to exit the RV.
"Damn!" he thought, "It's only been twenty minutes, and she's already on her
second man." He had never expected her to succeed with the task that he had
given her, but at the pace that she was going at, it appeared that she would.
He waited for the couple to emerge from the RV. As he stood waiting for the
couple to emerge from the motor home, for about fifteen minutes, he didn't
notice the car that had circled the RV about three times, until the driver
parked his car close to it, and then approached the door. He taped the scene
as the forty-something year old looked around, before he cautiously opened the
door and entered the RV.

Reggie watched enviously as the two men stuffed their cocks into the young
girl from both directions. When Kristin had brought back this new mate, he had
insisted she strip, and then dance seductively for him, before he would
pleasure her. She had done her best to please him, but she was desperate to
get his cock into her, hoping to find release as she filled yet another condom.
After she had danced to his satisfaction, he made her give him a blow job,
until his buddy had arrived.

The man was now fucking her sore cunt doggy style, while she gave his friend
a hurried blow job. She had yet to make the fellow that she was blowing put on
a rubber, when the man in her cunt grunted, filling the condom that he wore
with his seed. Seeing his friend lose his load, sent the man in her mouth over
the edge, as he grabbed a handful of her hair, and shot his load down her
throat. Feeling a man release his seed inside of her, released her from her
trance, she immediately orgasmed around the cock still inside of her cunt. Her
scream of pleasure, told Reggie that she was no longer in her daze, and he sat
there wondering how she would react. As soon as she was released from the
men's hold she fell exhausted onto the bed.

"No! No damn it!" she cried "I needed you to fill the condoms. Damn it!"

Confused the two men looked at the crying youth, then the older man spoke.
"Well, look if it's that important to you, I'll fill a condom for you. Hell it
would be my pleasure." he said, grabbing a rubber from the table, as his other
hand stroked his cock.

"No, no that's okay." Kristin said still crying.

"No I insist. It's the least I can do for you after all you've done for my
friend and I." he said, pulling her hips back in the air, as he guided his now
condom covered cock into her cunt.

Kristin grunted in pain, as the man jabbed his cock into her, trying to
recuperate his erection. She cried in pain saying, "No please, it's ok really"

That's when his partner pressed his cock to her lips and said "Here you go
honey, just suck this, and stop your crying. Just let us do this for you." he
said, as he pushed it into her mouth, before she could protest his actions
anymore.

Reggie watched as the two men again rocked the young girl between them for
the next half hour, before the man in her mouth grunted, and filling his
second condom of the afternoon with his seed.

When he finally pulled free of her mouth, he rolled the condom off of his cock,
and dangled it in front of her.

"Here you go baby. See isn't that better." he said gleefully.

"No, No, I didn't need another one from you. I don't want it." she cried
between grunts, as his friend continued to grind his cock into her.

"Fine!" he said as he turned the condom upside down dumping its contents onto
her face.

"Oh god please stop. God that's so sick." she cried.

"Really, this coming from a slut who was begging me for it in the middle of
the mall." he replied, laughing at the distraught young girl. His friend
grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her head up, as he pistoned into her
from behind. She grunted and cried, until he finally grunted approvingly, as
he climaxed into his condom. He presented his spent Trojan to the girl, who
collapsed onto the bed. She lay there motionless, as the men dressed, until
she heard one of them tell the other one that the mall would be closing
shortly.

When 5:15 rolled around and the three of them were still inside, Bob decided
to call Reggie, to find out what was going on. Reggie was concealed in a small
room, that was hidden in the RV, monitoring what the trio was up to. Speaking
in a whispered voice, he explained that Kristin had just done them both twice,
and after the second guy had lost his load in her mouth, and not in the condom.
He also said that Kristin had come out of her sexual trance, and was now just
desperately trying to get the condoms filled, in hopes of making her quota, as
he had set.

Bob watched as Kristin stumbled out of the RV, almost falling on the high heels.
She now had a look of desperation and fear on her face. She was obviously
ashamed of how she looked now, as she held her arms over her chest, looking
around and hoping that no one saw her.

Bob was still watching her from a distance, and wondering what thoughts were
racing through her mind. Where was she, what time was it, would she find
someone who knew her. As he filmed her, he noticed a distinct difference in
her behavior. She now seemed troubled by her predicament, and didn't look
anyone in their eyes, only slowly looking up to get her bearings. She focused
on a large clock in the mall, and a look of concern was obvious on her face.
He enjoyed watching her panic, as she looked for some way to meet his demands.

She eyed a group of younger kids, the oldest in his middle teens maybe. It was
a group of four boys, the youngest being perhaps thirteen or fourteen. She
observed the group for several minutes, as she tried to hide behind a rack of
clothing. Bob watched, as she looked around nervously, hoping that no one
noticed her, and when she saw the looks from the mall patrons, she looked away.
Finally, she approached the youngsters nervously. He laughed to himself, as he
filmed her with the kids. She was obviously very uncomfortable about asking
them for their services, as she paced back and forth, looking at the ground
continuously.

Bob was amused, as he watched her lead the group of kids, to the camper. This
was even better than anything he could have hoped for. She had less than
thirty-five minutes, to fill five condoms full of cum, or Bob would destroy
her, and her family. Seeing no other choice, she had grabbed a group of
underage kids to help her, not even thinking of the legal ramifications of her
actions. He would now have more than enough dirt on her, to ensure her future
cooperation, no matter how demanding he choose to be.

Reggie watched in disbelief, as Kristin led the group of minors into the RV.
He tried desperately to catch all of the action, but even though she was
reluctant to go through with her offer, obviously the youngsters had other
things in mind. In short order, the group of youths had Kristin on the bed and
stripped naked in no time flat. She found herself sucking one boy's cock, while
another was groping her chest, as still another began to push his young prick
into her cunt. The forth boy just stood and watched for a few moments, before
he dropped his pants, and put his cock into her flailing hand. After just over
ten minutes of servicing the young men, all at the same time, she had four
freshly filled condoms, but she was quickly running out of time, as she dressed
and left the kids, who were still reveling in their good fortune.

Bob again had sat back and waited, after filming the group entering the RV. He
was shocked when Kristin stumbled out of the camper, looking ill and exhausted,
just ten minutes later. She had about twenty minutes to get her last condom
filled or face his wrath. He decided to interview the youngsters, instead of
following her back into the mall, deciding he wanted it on tape, right from
the kids mouths, just how old they were, and so he waited for them to leave
the RV.

About two minutes after Kristin had left the trailer, the kids piled out. Bob
immediately walked over to them, and asked them if they would let him ask them
a few questions. At first the kids where reluctant to talk to him, but after
offering them twenty bucks a piece, they agreed to answer his questions in
front of the camera.

He led them to a secluded part of the parking lot, away from the RV. Soon he
discovered just what it was that Kristin had said to them, in order to lure
them to go with her to the RV, their ages, and the fact that three of the four
kids had been virgins. He was just getting to the good stuff, asking the kids
what they had done with her, and how they liked their time with her, when he
got a call from Reggie.

Kristin was in trouble, she had brought some older guy back, and now he was
getting more than a little rough with her. Bob raced back to the RV, as Reggie
explained what the man was doing.

She had brought a rough looking thirty-something year old back to the RV to
complete Bob's demands. No sooner had the guy closed the door, and checked to
make sure that they were alone, than he slapped her so hard, that she fell onto
the bed, as he roughly restrained her. She had tried to fight him off, but she
was no match for him. In the struggle between the two, a chair had fallen,
wedging the door to the hidden room were Reggie was hidden in, closed tightly.  

He then gagged her with his underwear, and tied her arms behind her back,
using the leash that he had found on the chair. He had refused to wear a
condom, and was now fucking her in the ass as roughly as he could, while
choking her with his belt.

Bob busted into the RV just moments before Kristin passed out.

                       **************************

When Kristin woke up, she was still sore and in pain. She heard the noise
being pumped into her mind, and as she opened her eyes, she realized that she
was at home, in her own bed. Looking over at her alarm clock, she saw that it
was just after 4:00, presumable on Monday afternoon. She was in a long t-shirt
and was covered by her blankets. She looked over at her desk, and their was
a strange laptop sitting there.

She got up, relieved to be home, part of her hoping that it had all been a
nightmare, but the pain and soreness, that ran through her body, told her that
it had all been far too real. She pulled the earphones from her head, and
wondered out to the bathroom. She relieved herself, and then looked in the
mirror. She looked just as she had on Friday night, when she had shown up at
Bob's studio. There were no visible signs of the ordeal, as she looked at
herself in the mirror. The jewelry was gone, and the silver stud that had been
driven through her tongue had been replaced by a pink ceramic one, that
matched her tongue almost perfectly.

She lifted her long t-shirt, and gazed at her crotch, just as she remembered,
she was shaved clean. She looked like a little girl down there, as she gazed
at her hairless features. At least no one would have to see her humiliation.

She sat down at the computer and powered it up. When the password screen
appeared she somehow already knew what the password was. She typed it in
without giving it a thought. Immediately the screen popped up a document to
her. It was her instructions from Bob. She was to keep her crotch clean shaven
at all times. She was to work her schedule, so as to be at Bob's studio every
Friday night, and at his house every Saturday morning. She would generally be
allowed to go home by 7:00 Saturday evenings. She was to tell no one of what
she had done, or about Bob at all. She was to check her E-mail on this machine
each morning before school, and as soon as she returned home each afternoon,
and do what ever she was instructed. Finally, she was ordered to wear the
headphones to bed each night, and he would provide her with a new tape each
week to listen to. Failure to do any of these things would lead to the
immediate release of her videos and photos.

The screen faded to the picture of a young boy that Kristin recognized from
the mall. His age appeared under his youthful face. His picture faded, and was
replaced by one of the other kids, this went on two more times, before it
showed a picture of Kristin naked, in the middle of the group, fucking and
sucking the boys. It then finished with a photo of her in handcuffs, and a
prison uniform with the caption, "If you don't do all of these things, I will
turn these pictures over to the police, and you'll spend the next fifteen
years in jail.

Kristin already knew that she had to do what he wanted, but the photos of her
and the kids, pushed any thoughts of further resistance from her mind. Her
only hope of getting free of Bob now, depended on her finding someone to take
her place as his play thing.

She closed the laptop and cried herself to sleep. Her parents had gotten home
late, and had not bothered to wake her up. She woke up Tuesday morning, and
tried to live her life as normally as possible. She had done everything that
Bob had ordered her to do, and had not heard from him at all, except for her
scheduled time with him. For the next three weeks, she went through the same
routine. She would live a normal life Sunday thru Thursday, and played the
part of his sex slave on Friday and Saturday.

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