Sara awoke from a night sleep disturbed by dreams of pirates; being captured and relentlessly raped by them, one after another, then rescued. She shook off the dreamy state for dark memories of yesterday to replace the fantasy.
'Surely yesterday couldn't have been real.' She thought, needing it to be just another dream. Opening her eyes she wondered where she was for a moment then realised it was her friends' guest bedroom. Martha had arrived home late from the theatre and asked Sara to stay the night so as to make an early start on a visit to her sister.
Sara hated the idea of staying another day in that house after what happened. She hadn't a ready excuse to hand and it would be an opportunity to spend the day sweet talking Martha's son into keeping their dire secret so she relented. It would be devastating if it got out she had played around with those boys even though she had been forced by Brian.
Who would believe those innocent middle class youths had trapped her into such depraved acts. They would say she had teased them on purpose and of course in retrospect she had. It had been after they had annoyed her with their obvious ogling of her bikini clad body. How could she have anticipated such a horrendous outcome?
There was no sign of her clothes then she remembered Martha had put them in the wash last night so she had something to wear. Martha the pie making, home making mom she had let down so badly. In the wardrobe there was a robe on the floor where it had been hurriedly thrown yesterday while clearing up before Martha arrived. It was torn and useless, a dark reminder of what had happened.
That brute of a boy had ripped it off leaving her naked before his nervously giggling friends. At least Martha's son, Harry, had a crush on her which she would use to keep him quiet about that naughty episode they shared.
She reached for another robe to see it was much thinner and shorter, but the cotton was soft and comfortable. It would do to go downstairs to get her clothes out of the dryer. She rummaged around and found a pair of red satin panties and sniffed them tentatively to make sure they were clean. They were a snug fit; obviously not a pair of her friend's big comfortable knickers.
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"Harry. I didn't think you would be up for awhile. How do you open this thing?" Sara asked, fuming at the dryer in frustration. She straightened up quickly, feeling she had revealed a glimpse of red panties, not wanting to start something all over again. This was going to have to be a new start and wanted to put her foot down straight away.
"I have no idea mom always takes care of it. She complains about it to dad but won't buy a new one. Says it's a good old fashioned machine and they don't make them like that anymore." He mimicked.
"I was up early this morning and wrote down some things I want you to do." Harry said.
"What do you mean? Like breakfast? Come on lets eat before anything else." She said trying to sound cheery. They walked into the kitchen and he sat down just waiting to be served.
"I'm a house-sitter Harry not a maid." She sighed.
Like a flash of lightening a memory from yesterday hit her. She was in the lounge serving those young brats drinks and snacks. It was humiliating being coerced into being a maid to a bunch of raucous youths just out of high school but on top of that she had been naked. If that wasn't bad enough they had started to touch her, intimately.
Now there was time to think it was a wonder how excited the whole nasty episode made her. Was it the touching or the humiliation that brought on such a pitch of readiness? There was no denying how wet she had been for that boy had slipped his penis in so easily. She had become so hot all resistance had been lost to the vulgar things they demanded.
"Sara? You OK? Sara?" Harry asked.
"Oh! Yea, here take this juice while I fix some toast." She said, trying to recover some balance.
With some cranberry juice she sat opposite him at the table studying the laminate pattern while fiddling with a coaster. "So what are we going to do today, something interesting? Let's see this list of yours." She said with a forced smile.
She glanced at the list and grimaced after only reading the first line. "Please don't tell me you let anyone see this Harry." Sara gasped. He shook his head. "No, Harry. We can't do anything like that again. It would be wrong because you're too young for me and I would be in trouble if anyone found out." She said, letting him know by the tone of voice this inappropriate intimacy had to stop.
"No, I haven't told anyone yet. Mom and dad went early, that's what woke me up. I might tell them when they get home though." He said, keenly watching for a reaction.
"No! Please Harry you can't do that, no one must know!" She pleaded.
She glanced at the disgusting list again and was shocked. "This is terrible! You can't expect me to let you do these things." The look on his face revealed she had told him too much. He had suspected it was a desperate secret, so now he knew for certain and would use it against her. She decided a better ploy was to be firm without antagonising him.
"You did bad things with Brian and his gang so why not me?" He began.
"That was different. I didn't have a choice they had me tied up."
He interrupted telling her. "You were excited by it and enjoyed it, but you won't do it with me." He said petulantly.
"No Harry. It was awful what those boys did to me. You wouldn't want to hurt your lovely babysitter would you?" Trying to win his favour she was prepared to place herself in the role of babysitter but that was a mistake.
"When we were together in the pool-house you said I should do lots of naughty things to you - 'you can do anything you want to me', you said." The tone of voice accused her of betrayal.
"I was carried away with the excitement of it all." Sara stopped talking too late. From the look on his face she was condemned with those words. "Sometimes you just do things and say things without thinking of the consequences. I'm here to make sure you don't do anything wrong not help you make a mistake. As an adult I'm responsible for you and must tell you what to do. I should look after you and guide you." She said, feeling guilty.
"Like a teacher? Well you can teach me something. I want to see you do this." He said pointing to the first item on the nasty list.
It was something Sara couldn't bring herself to do in front of a long time partner let alone this young man, it would be totally wrong. The internet had certainly given him some awful ideas. She felt embarrassed just reading it. He was treating her like a high school project, a pet project.
"I'm not some pet you can manipulate like this, it's very naughty. It's worse than that it's gross, Harry." Her protest seemed less than convincing. "Your treating me like some pet you've brought home expecting it to perform tricks. I'm a grown woman and your mom's friend and you must treat me with respect." She protested. "I just can't do this. Please Harry lets start again by behaving properly."
"I saved you from those boys and you promised me!" He said. "You don't want me to tell on you, yet you would tell my parents if I misbehaved. You crawled around on the floor like a pet for them, why not me? You can be my pet now; you must do what I say." He said petulantly.
'How the hell am I going to get out of this?' She thought.
"Let's play some games instead, something proper." She said, hoping to win him round.
"Like pirates?" He said, with a mischievous grin on his face.
With a deep sigh she wondered what the hell had come over her to reveal this wicked little secret. Yesterday she had revealed a sexual fantasy of being captured by pirates, more or less like her dream last night, only she had just hinted at the sexual side of it. She was going to pay dearly for the indiscretion that was certain.
"I could chase you round the house. I have a pirates outfit and sword in my room from when I was a kid." He said.
'This might work if I can get him to play a game rather than play with me.' She thought, with a shiver.
Harry chased her from the kitchen through the dining room into the lounge. He cornered her on the sofa and tickled her until she surrendered. The robe had twisted around, almost off, but she managed to save her breasts, just. Out of breath they panted and laughed together.
"Ok! You're captured now. I should have a sword though. Let's go to my room and get one. I've got more toys up there in the back of the wardrobe I haven't played with for years. I've got something for you too!" He said with enthusiasm.
Wanting to keep him distracted she went along with the game in a head over heels dash upstairs, hoping it would remain a harmless game. She recovered her breath while he rummaged around in the wardrobe.
She looked around the bedroom, at the posters of cartoon hero's blue tacked on the walls and felt her age. She had been an only child and had never seen a young mans' bedroom before. There were models of planes hanging from the ceiling and a telescope pointing out the window and the kid clutter she might have expected. He maybe eighteen but the past was still there.
He turned around with a toy sword and pointed it at her. She surrendered with both hands in the air in mock surprise. "I yield captain, I'm your captive." She laughed.
Sara thought he was reaching for a pirate costume he had mentioned but instead pulled a cord around her wrists. Before she could react he tied her wrists above her head to a hook on the door. 'Oh! No! Not again.' She thought.
"No Harry let me go."
