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Subject: {ASSM} BRATS (MMM/F, F/F, NC, Mind-control, Humiliation, Slavery) - Cindy Silver Eyes
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BRATS
(MMM/F, F/F, NC, Mind-control, Humiliation, Slavery)

Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com

Cindy cursed, as she got into her car.  What a pain in the neck
this was...  Her mother's friend, Lisa Baumer, had asked her to
baby-sit   that is to say, baby-sit three 15-year olds...  Which
was a pain-in-the-neck.  She hadn't needed to be baby-sat when
she was 15-years old...  Alas, Ms. Baumer had practically begged
 evidently, the boys had broken into the liquor cabinet last time
and she didn't want a repeat of that...  

Cindy had asked why Stacy couldn't watch over them of course  
Baumers' fat dyke of a daughter...  She was on some kind of trip
evidently.    Stacy had been her classmate in high-school but the
two hardly ever got along...  It was a good thing she'd hardly
seen her in the last three years, ever since they both left
Orange County for college.  She could not believe the daughter of
a friend of her Mom could be such a loser.  A fat lesbian loser
to boot...  

Not that the son was much better  - Tim tried to pass himself as
slick, but he was your typical nerd as far as Cindy could tell...
 "Hi Tim..." she greeted the boy with a fake smile, as Jack and
Lisa Baumer kissed her and left for dinner & a movie...  They
paid her a nice little sum for the few hours of nannying she'd
have to do, but Cindy could not wait to graduate from college
next year and get a real job...  Making real money and not having
to bother with such nuisance, that would be good...

"Hi Cindy..." Tim replied with a grin.  Cindy couldn't help but
roll her eyes   she had no doubt the little twerp would be
masturbating tonight to fantasies involving her.  She was no
stranger to the attentions of men, and she was well aware the
kind of impact she had on them.  She'd been beautiful and fit all
her life, and she'd gotten used to drooling men all around  her.
But attention from some 15-year old annoying nerd was hardly
amusing...   On the positive side, she figured it was good news
for the Baumers:  Both their kids could be losers but at least
one of them was definitely not gay... 

She commandeered the large-screen TV as soon as Baumers left and
had all the intention in the world to let Tim be, though he
insisted on sticking around as she watched an HBO special.  She
made a point of getting a beer   she could, she was 21 and an
adult, and Tim could not, because he was just a kid...  And there
would be no raiding the fridge or the liquor cabinet while she
was around...

Soon the door bell rang, and Tim's two friends showed up as
expected   they were introduced as Luke and Ryan.  Both looked
like brats no different than Tim - Cindy couldn't care less:  She
was just there to watch over them for a few hours, get paid well,
and have plenty of funds to do some heavy shopping the next
day...

Right as she got her 2nd beer, the boys started begging her to
allow them to have beers too, but she of course rejected their
pleas   with pleasure and a level of sternness their own mother
could not muster...

She kept expecting them to get lost upstairs   she couldn't care
less if they did Cocaine or even sucked each other's tiny dicks
upstairs...  But they insisted on staying around her.  They were
supposed to be studying Math together but it seemed the boys had
in their mind to study her instead... It was just her luck   she
was stuck with three brats when she could be hanging out with one
of the hot surfers down at the beach.  

Ryan's bet came as she started her 3rd beer in desperation...

"Say, Cindy, how about you double your earnings for the evening?"
he asked. 

"Hmm.. how so?" she asked with as superior a smile as she could
muster.

"Timmy here is an expert in hypnotizing people   you  allow him
one shot to hypnotize you, and we'll match what his parents are
paying..."

Cindy let out a laugh   a genuine, unforced chuckle...

"You are a bunch of kids!   how can you believe such nonsense?"

"Well, then it's easy money for you, no...?"

"Hell, yes..."

"So, you'll do it?"

"If I see the cash first!   I don't think you brats have any
money at all..."

"Yeah, we do..."

"$150?"

"$150?  That's not how much they are paying you..."

"Oh, well..."

"Fine, Christ...  $150..."

"You know I won't feel one bit guilty about taking money from
kids, right?  This is idiotic..."

"Perhaps..."

"And don't think I don't know what you intend to do if I were to
be hypnotized!!  What, you think you'll soon be seeing my
breasts, because I'll be hypnotized...?  That's just
ridiculous...  I'll take your money for it, and then you little
boys can just continue imagining what they look like, since I
know that's what you're doing already...!"

Ryan smiled.  "Fine...  Our money...  Our loss..."

"That's right..."

Soon after Cindy was seated on a stool, with Tim dangling some
kind of watch on a chain...  How fuckin' old-fashioned was
this...?  Tim was not only a nerd, but an old-fashioned nerd
evidently...  Cindy was certain she'd be no different in 10
minutes, except $150 richer...

She didn't recall how long she ended up staring at that stupid
dangling watch   it slowly morphed into a black-out, though she
could hear things Tim were saying...  She didn't recall anything
he said though...  She was sure it was all insignificant and
couldn't wait for the silliness to end...  Finally she seemed to
be more aware...

"Touch your nose"

Tim was seated across from him, but he'd stopped dangling the
stupid watch.  

Cindy touched her nose with her right hand   this was just so
silly...

"So, Cindy, babe..." Tim said...

"Don't call me 'babe' or any such thing, little twerp..." Cindy
said angrily.  

Tim ignored her comment:  "Did you just touch your nose
willingly...?"

"Of course, I did..."

"So, now, try to avoid it then...  Touch your nose Cindy..."
Cindy's right hand immediately lifted up and touched her nose
again.

"So, now, was that voluntary, babe?" - Ryan and Luke stood next
to Tim, and seemed to be grinning foolishly...

"Try me once more, and you'll see..."

"Fine   touch your nose...!"

This time Cindy was determined to show the brats their
foolishness...  

She refused to lift her arm.  But suddenly she felt a wave of
heat and pain burning through her arm.  Stings bit into her arm
with fierce force; she did not know how to stop it and nearly
cried out in pain - yet she moved her arm up nearly instinctively
and pain washed away as she touched her nose as instructed.

Tim nearly clapped in delight as Cindy's finger touched her cute
nose.

"What is this?" she shrieked in outrage...

"Hypnosis, babe!  Now you were saying you wanted to show us your
tits, no?"

"Shut up" she cried in humiliation.

"Well, first, with the language...  Talk to me with respect ..."
Tim said with a wide smirk plastered all over his boyish face.
Cindy opened her mouth with the full intention to list all the
profanities she could think of at the outrageous brat...

"You..." she spoke.  Yet, it felt like her tongue was brushing
against a million razors at once.  She could not finish her
words, her tongue twisting in stings. 
 
"Unbutton your blouse..."

Cindy wanted to protest and scream   instead all she did was
unbuttoning the top button of her blouse.  Then the next, and the
next, till the blouse parted all the way down...  The three boys
were all but drooling ...

"I wanna see a striptease" Luke jumped in.

"Hmm   why not?..." Tim got up, played around with a few keys on
his Dad's music system and soon one of the popular radio channels
was on, beaming a loud pop song into the living room.

"So, Cindy, put on a nice, log striptease for us" Tim ordered.

'They must be nuts if they think I will willingly do a striptease
show for them' Cindy thought.  

Yet her whole body started burning, her muscles rippled with
discomfort, cold fear rushed into her chest every second she
continued to sit.  She got up on her feet, and the fast rising
pain eased.  She began swaying her hips in utter shame, and the
pain washed away   she began a slow striptease as ordered, as
best she could, sending pain and despair away, even if it were
replaced with total humiliation and frustration   here she was,
getting naked, putting on a striptease show for three grinning,
clapping , disgusting little brats...!  She was just a college
girl, no cheap stripper, though she put her heart into it   it
was impossible to do otherwise, any time she knew she did not do
her best, the burning pain began rushing through her body right
away...

Tim, Ryan, and Luke watched in amazement   and with clear bulges
in their pants...

Cindy's blouse dropped on the ground...  

The boys were clearly ecstatic...

Cindy continued dancing to the tunes, prolonging the inevitable
as much as she could...  but she knew what came next and that
knowledge was enough for the pain and anxiety to rear its ugly
head...   what had they done to her?

Relief came when she unbuttoned her bra, and in utter humiliation
let it join her blouse on the ground.  Her freed breasts shook as
she gyrated   and the little brats seemed close to getting
hypnotized themselves as they focused on her naked chest.

"Please, stop this..."  she begged at Tim, but the boy was nearly
delirious.  

"Continue..." he said coldly.

Cindy's skirt was the next to go....  leaving her in a pair of
black panties alone. 

"Ok... Stop!" Tim halted Cindy...  ""We'll leave that last piece
for later...".

He grinned...  "until after you show us how college girls give
blow-jobs..."

Tim unzipped himself.

Cindy froze on her feet.  There was no way   no way in hell   she
would ever get near this little brat's penis...

Yet, the pain started inflicting her muscles and anxiety started
rising within her once more at the mere thought of not obeying
Tim...  how could this hypnosis be so strong, so complete?
She screamed in frustration inside and nearly died in
humiliation, but she got down on her knees all the same...  
...as the other boys also unzipped themselves with expectant
grins...

*****

"What do you want Stacy?" , Cindy sat herself across from her
ex-classmate at Starbucks.  She'd been quite surprised to get a
call from Stacy and would have hardly wished to meet her had it
not been for Stacy's persistence.  They'd never been too fond of
each other anyhow, no matter how close their mothers were   so,
what was the reason to meet now?  Stacy had always been a fat,
bitchy dyke, and a loser as far as Cindy was concerned, and she
did not feel one bit different after three years of college...

"Well, hi there Cindy   you look as radiant as ever...!" Stacy
greeted her.

"Thanks   I guess.  I usually get compliments from boys,
though..." Cindy flashed a cold smile at the other girl.

"Oh, I bet you do..."  Stacy smiled back.  "So, how did it go
last week at our place   you were babysitting Tim and friends I
heard?"

"It was a total bore...  Your brother is a real dork, you know
that right?"

"You don't remember at all, do you?" Stacy chuckled.

"Remember what?"

"My brother   the little troublemaker that he is...  happens to
be an extremely good hypnotizer..."

"Hypnotizer?  That's a real good one, Stacy...!"

"Well, he's done this to couple other girls too   he never did
much with them,   but I understand he did go much further this
time..."

"What on Earth are you talking about?" Cindy was getting
exasperated with this meaningless conversation, when she could be
hanging out with her real friends instead of spending time with a
fat dyke in a coffee shop.

"He does implant two words when he does this though...  the first
one to bring back the memory he erased..."

Cindy leaned in:  "Are you for real, Stacy?"

Stacy smiled:  "Aztarmonax!"

Cindy's face froze in place   memories of that day a week ago
were suddenly rushing in.... 

...The way Tim had hypnotized her...

...The way he'd begun commanding her, the way even the mere
thought of disobeying him hurt...

...The humiliation and frustration... as she'd stripped her
clothes away for the little brats...

...She recalled in dread the rest:  The way she'd given the
little twerps blow-jobs...

... They'd made her take off her panties next   and she'd
masturbated as they watched...

...That had been enough to inflame the brats into bending her
over the dining table and fucking her.. one after another...  the
fuckin' little brats...

"They really are looking forward to the next time you'll be
babysitting!"  Stacy smirked merrily.   

Cindy wanted to slap Stacy right in the face   she got up to
leave.

"Bantarmonax!   that's the 2nd word..." Stacy said.  "Now, you
obey me... - sit your ass down!"

Cindy wanted to leave, to flee   but that familiar feeling
returned:  Burning pain ripping through her muscles, panic and
anxiety filling her heart   until she gave in, and took her seat
again, as commanded.

"Stacy..." Cindy spoke.

"And shut up..." Stacy silenced her.  "You've always been a total
bitch to me...  all through high school... Those endless jokes,
teases, insults!  Remember how you'd humiliate me in front of the
whole class? You always called me a dyke, remember?  A fat dyke!
Everyone would laugh..."

"But that's alright   that's what I am...   A fat dyke...  But
guess what:  All this fat dyke ever wanted was to own a slave
bitch...  And now, you are my slave bitch...!  That's right.  In
fact, I've always fantasized about playing with one of those
snooty straight girls who didn't wanna play along   but, boy, I
can hardly think of a better candidate than you!  Did you know
you were in my wet fantasies all through high school?  Oh, yes,
in every which way   to fuck you as I pleased because you're so
hot...  and to pay you back for all the terrible things you did
to me..."

"So now, slave, unbutton your blouse... and let's see how you
like to be humiliated in front of people...  I am still debating
whether I should make you strip totally naked and offer a
blow-job to the big black coffee guy over there as tip... "
Cindy's treacherous hands started unbuttoning her blouse as she
sat in silence, and in a mix of terror, revulsion, and
humiliation...

Stacy leaned back, extremely pleased with herself:  
"Yes, Cindy bitch   punishing and humiliating you... and fucking
you... those were my wet dreams...  And now thanks to my braniac
brat of a brother, I get to do all that...  and more...  much
more...  for as long as I feel like...  I can't wait to begin
your training...  or see you naked on your knees and your
spoiled, snobby little tongue working for my pleasure..."

"You'll be a very, very obedient sex slave for me..."

Cindy Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com

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