Sara had agreed to house-sit while her friend was away, just in case the son hosted a party and the house got wrecked. He was eighteen and it was summer holidays so who knew what kind of trouble he might get into. Only it was Sara who got into trouble.
At thirty-two she should have been on her guard around him and his friend but she was sure of herself. The neighbour teasing beauty could look after herself as she had experience in keeping men in check so these youths shouldn't have been any bother.
Relaxing her guard had been a bad idea. A silly prank got out of hand and she handled it badly only to be handled badly her self by two young men. It was a shock to have let them work her up to a fever pitch of excitement.
***
"I'm really thirsty after that. You get us some orange juice while I go and get washed up." Brian told Harry.
"What about her?" Harry said, pointing to Sara. She was still perched on the edge of the sofa in a lewd position with Harry's belt holding her there. She was leaning over with her legs spread, almost ass upward with everything open and on view. Cum was leaking from her vagina where Brian had taken her.
Harry didn't want to look whereas Brian feigned a nonchalant pose as though he were experienced and didn't care. "I'll get the bitch something to wear. Leave her there till I get back." He said.
Sara was coming to and winced at the harsh tone Brian used in discussing her. All day she had been in charge of these adolescents as their babysitter until Brian had walked in on a foolish moment with Harry. In just a few short minutes he had taken advantage of that foolish lapse of judgement.
'Why oh why did I tell Harry about my fantasy?' She moaned inwardly. Now Brian knew it too after listening at the door.
It was bad enough that he had taken her but she had become so excited from months of frustration she had succumbed so obviously and completely. On top of that she had begged him to make her cum using such depraved language she felt bitterly ashamed. "How could I have said those vile things to such a young man?" She moaned quietly.
Harry waited until Brian returned, afraid to be alone with the babysitter after what had happened. She had been there house sitting not him but he still thought of her as his babysitter. He walked in almost spilling the juice on seeing his friend rubbing her between the legs. 'What the hell is he doing to her now?' He wondered.
Sara felt an agony of indignity at every touch. This adolescent was wiping her between the legs with a wet cloth like some dirty child. The irony of the situation was not lost on her when it was she who was supposed to be there making sure they didn't get out of hand.
Her legs were cramping up so when he undid the belt around her wrists she would have slipped to the floor except he caught her and stood her up. He held onto her to stop her falling, she felt so weak. Before she could summon the strength to protest Brian told her. "Here put these on."
He helped her place her legs into the black lace panties and pulled them up her legs to smooth them into place. 'What the hell is happening to me?' She thought. 'This little creep is dressing me as though I were the one being babysat.'
Brian turned her round and pulled the back of the silk panties into place. They were a perfect fit between the cheeks of her bottom and cupped her lips tightly. She lifted her arms giving him an eyeful of her breasts as they rose into a pert display. With the thin night gown over her head and arms he unexpectedly moved in to suck on a nipple.
A shiver ran down her spine. The gentle bite was a reminder of her now lowly status in this little group of three. He pulled the short cotton nightgown down over her breasts where it covered the top of her thighs. Despite it being so petite she was relieved to be dressed.
The very clothes she wore had been his choice adding to the feeling of being under his control. If she were to recover some dignity Sara would have to rest back her position of authority over these youths and quickly before they pounced on her again.
With her wrists held tight he walked her over to the wall. She looked over at Harry who was still too embarrassed to meet her eyes. "That's enough Brian. I'm going up stairs to change into something decent." She told him. Looking him firmly in the eye she straightened her shoulders attempting to dominate him with extra height the only advantage available.
She hadn't noticed him pull a length of rope from his pocket. Before she could push past him he wrapped a loop around her wrists then the free end around a wall lamp. "Hey! Let me go. This has gone far enough Brian. You've, well you, raped me." Sara said quietly. Her bottom lip trembled on saying the word.
The words were quiet enough to exclude Harry. She had hoped to scare Brian at the same time convince her self that was what happened. She again wondered at her own collusion in what he did to her knowing it couldn't be called rape at all. He continued to fasten the knot holding her hands above her head.
"Don't pretend babysitter. You enjoyed it." He said. Sara hung her head in shame the attempted escape shattered. She didn't even struggle under the wall lamp; merely suffering in silence in a daze of private thoughts.
"Give me that bag Harry." Brian tipped Sara's bag onto the sofa and rifled through the personal things spilled out in a heap. "I know you're that classy woman with the lawyer husband who thinks your so above us all in this neighbourhood. You seem too old to be babysitting so let's take a look at your driving licence. You're twenty eight, that's old for a babysitter." Brian sneered.
"I'm just doing this for a friend to make sure you don't wreck the place with a party for your friends while she's gone. I wouldn't stoop to look after you two otherwise." She spat the words at him from a sudden surge of anger.
"So! What is this then Miss too-good for us babysitter?" Brian asked.
Her face reddened in embarrassment at the thing he waived in her face. She didn't want it going around the neighbourhood that she was desperate enough to use one of those naughty things. Even more embarrassing was that the vibrator glistened from being recently used.
It was so obscene seeing this private possession in this lads hand after having been inside her. Harry was staring at it with a quizzical expression obviously unaware of its significance. Brian seemed well aware of where it had been and why.
He switched it on and the buzzing sound seemed loud in the quiet hush of expectancy that overcame them all. Brian lent in close and touched it to a nipple. It was like an electric shock. It was more annoying than pleasurable and in front of these two it was damned impertinent.
Before she could protest Harry spoke up. "Leave her alone!" He stammered. "You've done enough to her. You had better leave."
Sara joined in the dissent. "Stop that right now. I'm here to make sure you behave yourselves not to play your naughty games. Mrs. Turner put me in charge and I'm telling you to untie me. Do it now! You have already been told to leave so leave this house Brian. I warned you I would see your parents so now I will. No more silly games! Don't make it worse for yourself." She said through gritted teeth not wanting to reveal how dreadful she felt.
"You look as though you're enjoying it to me Miss Catalina." Brian taunted her.
She looked down at the swelling nipples as he moved the vibrator from one to the other. At its touch she flinched. She never did this even when alone for her nipples were too sensitive.
"Look at them Harry. Look, she's really enjoying this." He said to his friend with delight.
It looked as though Harry was ready to help but Brian had gained his full attention. They marvelled at the sight of her breasts caught tight under the nightgown. Her nipples were clearly engorged seeking to tear through the thin material. She pressed her thighs together unconsciously in response to those little lustful looks.
She watched mesmerised as he guided it down over the slight bulge of her stomach lower and lower. She struggled with the rope a moment then clamped her thighs together even tighter.
"No! Stop it! This has gone far enough. My father is a judge. He'll punish you for this outrage." She shouted. At least this time she hadn't been teasing Harry and working herself up in the process. She was calm enough to resist without the danger of those lewd feelings overcoming her better judgement.
All three turned to look as a lad walked into the lounge, followed by two others. The three of them walked in and stopped to stare. "Hi Eddie." Brian said. "Hope you didn't mind me inviting a few friends around." Brian said to Harry.
The three young lads walked over to Brian with mouths open gawping at Sara standing against the wall with her arms stretched above her head. The short night gown revealed a glimpse of the tight panties but they couldn't take their eyes off her breasts. The gown was pulled tight around them showing off the erect nipples.
"I thought you were having us on. Pete will be sorry not to have made it here." Edward said. He was in awe of Brian almost as much as the sight of the woman, helplessly tied.
"You had better go and take them with you." Harry told Brian. He stuck out his chin with hands on his hips striking a defiant pose.
"You shouldn't be so impolite as they are your friends too. Take Harry into the dining room and tie him to a chair. He's spoiling our fun." Brian told Edward.
"No! Leave him alone. It's his house and you have been told to leave. The lot of you must go right now." Sara told them crossly. They dragged the slightly built lad away and with him her only means of defence. Not only had he tried to defend her but they had at least some rapport, whereas Brian didn't care about her in the slightest.
They walked in looking more confident now. She was surrounded by young eighteen year old youths and felt afraid by the way they looked at her. Sara's eyes opened wide in fear as they knelt on the floor either side of her. She flailed her legs around kicking out in panic only making it easier for them to pull her legs apart.
She felt the horrid thing slid up an inner thigh and gasped as it touched her lips through the thin silk panties. She tried to speak but her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth.
She knew Harry had a crush on her and hoped he might escape and perform a desperate rescue. He had stood up to them and nearly succeeded. A part of her was glad the nice lad wasn't here to see this disgusting intrusion on her little private place.
