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<!--ADULTSONLY--> 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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