New Babysitter 26 to 34

By Gerste

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"New Babysitter," part XXVI, by Gerste

The swelling in Josh's throat went down a little since about 21 minutes ago, but his voice was still hoarse. He was now able to talk, and tried to do so to dissuade Kelvin and Kyle from raising their hands only moments ago. Unwittingly, they thought they were voting for the night's entrée. But Josh rightly intuited that Jill might twist their vote into an "assent" to "carry" the money in their rectums, just as she had Josh do just last week.

Kelvin, to Josh: "What the hell's wrong with you? Why were you trying to force our hands back down?"

Josh, straining his voice: "She tricked you. You just 'volunteered' to carry the money to the chicken restaurant. It's what she did to me last week.'"

Kyle: "Carry the money? Aren't we eating here? I didn't volunteer for anything. In fact, none of this whole evening was my choice. They forced me into all of this."

Consent had nothing to do with it. Jill had fully intended to enlist the services of her two youngest brothers in the delivery of "purchase moneys," quite against their will. Raising their hands was just an accident of chance "opportunity," if you will, which the opportunistic Jill took advantage of to inject sick "humor" into the situation, after her usual sadistic manner.

While Kyle and Kelvin were still talking to Josh about all this, Jill walked up on them, and abruptly hollered at them: "WHY THE HELL DO YOU BOYS HAVE NO ROPES ON YOUR HANDS? Just think, you might have touched yourselves!" She then called for three ropes, and then continued: "Yes, my two brothers, you just 'volunteered' to be our new couriers. You're the bearers of funds, and you're going by foot. I'd have included Teddy, but he's 'busy' getting his dick massaged. Won't he have fun?" As she said this last line, she cast a glance over at her writhing brother, who was soaked with sweat and whose features were contorted with pain, as the girls continued to manipulate his penis mercilessly.

Kelvin, balling: "Bitch! Look what they're doing to my brother! It's bad enough you make us be bare-ass naked in front of all these sluts, and everyone else since court this morning; it's even worse that everyone had a feel of our dicks, balls and assholes the whole afternoon long, but now you want us to walk to the restaurant like this? Is it that chicken restaurant called 'The Prime Chicken'? Isn't that a mile away from here?"

Jill: "Yes! What of it? Don't worry, you two will have plenty of company. We'll make sure you don't feel lonely for the trip over."

Kyle: "What the fucking hell is that supposed to mean?"

Just then, a girl arrived with the three ropes Jill called for. Three other girls volunteered to tie the hands of Josh, Kyle and Kelvin, behind their backs as before. Once they had done so, Jill checked the ropes and their knots for weakness or defects. Finding them tight and secure, she said, "Excellent. Let's see them try to get out of these." Then she switched from third person to second (that of address): "And you boys had better not 'succeed,' or you'll graduate from the belt to the paddle, like Teddy there." The three boys scowled in disapproval. "What?" she responded to their muted discontent, "You three dicks disapprove of my methods. You there, Josh, dick number one," she gave his penis a light tug as she said this, "perhaps you'd like to be a treasure bearer tonight as well?" Josh looked away and meekly said, "No, sorry." Jill responded with an air of sarcasm, "I didn't think so." Then turning to the other two, her brothers, she said, "I suppose Josh informed you that you'll be bearing the money up your ass?"

Kelvin, looking over at Josh as he answered Jill: "He did say something about that just as you were walking up to us. But he wasn't making sense. But now..." He cocked his head back and, turning back to her, looked surprised as her words sunk in, "In our ass? What?"

Jill: "First off, you will be 'cleaned out.' We have to give you an enema to make sure the money doesn't get all shitty."

Josh, to Jill: "But didn't you get into trouble for doing that to me?"

Jill: "Yes, so I did, didn't I? Well, I guess they'll just have to punish me again for it. I didn't seem to learn my lesson, did I, now, Josh?"

Jill's ironic question re-opened Josh's wounded spirit over the whole affair, and he burst out, "That's because they didn't punish you at all! They 'punished' your male cousins and your three younger brothers here. And that's not really a punishment, because they didn't do anything wrong. It was you, bitch, who should have been treated like this, not them." Jill, incensed by his contumacy, said: "I'm just incensed by your contumousy!" One of Jill's friends, one of the five who arrived in the car, whispered to another, "She heard the word in English class." The other chuckled, in a muffled tone. Jill lowered at them, then looked back at Josh and she, "Just wait and see what happens when I'm 'punished' this time." Her words held out a bone-chilling connotation of forboding, and Josh couldn't help but be unnerved by them.

By that point in the "conversation," someone had already dragged Kelvin and Kyle into the bathroom for their enemas. The two brothers howled the whole time they were dragged there. Jill looked over her evil shoulder and smiled her approval, as she uttered under her breath, "They think they're unhappy now! Just wait until they get a load of that hoes up their sweet little asses." Then, looking back at Josh, she said, "Listen, dick number one," she tugged on his penis while she said this, to make sure Josh didn't mistake her anatomical reference for a name ("Richard," after the analogy of Bill and William), "I have to go attend to dick number two and dick number three. Your dick is mine, boy, and don't you forget it. Many a boy—or, dick, I mean—has tried to stand in my way, and they just end up where you are, stepped on and under my foot...at least, from now on, anyway." Having said that, she turned on her heel and made for the bathroom. Josh wanted to call out to her that he had never stood in her way for anything, but having thought better of it, he decided it were better to remain silent in the face of such inexorable malevolence.

End of part 26

"New Babysitter," part XXVII, by Gerste

Jill entered the bathroom and saw her two younger brothers, Kyle and Kelvin, pinned to the ground by five girls a piece and their (i.e., the boys') legs spreadeagle, exposing their anuses beneath their very exposed penises and testacles. She felt a tingly sensation in her vagina, and wanted to find a place to masturbate. But she kept her composure and resolve, and went to the bathroom cabinet and removed two enema bags and the powder used for enama mixtures. She mixed it with water in the sink, and filled the bags. She then inserted the nozzle end of its hoes (which had a nob to adjust flow) into the squirming boys, one at a time, and waited for the results as the warm solution filled them. In no time, the boys needed to run to the toilet. When Jill saw that it was to the point of urgency, she had the girls release them. Despite the stench, she repeated the procedure two more times to make sure no trace of excrement remained in their colons. As she finished, there was a knock on the front door entrance to the house...

A girl opened the front door, to reveal two police officers standing on the porch. She invited them in, and Josh spotted them from the living room, as girls were in the process of fondling his anus and genitals. One girl was pinching his nipples, and making him feel uncomfortable. She also would nibble on his penis.

As Josh watched the officers approach the living room where most everyone was, the thought occurred to him that this might finally be Jill's day of reckoning. He thought to himself, "Kidnapping of Joey? Of course! They can't possibly overlook that. It's false imprisonment, and she is now a repeat offender, with this last trial." Jill came out to the living room to greet the officers.

Jill: "May I help you?"

First officer: "We're here to investigate the disappearance of Joey Anstroums, who was last seen in the company of about three to five high school girls as he left the school grounds. His mother is worried sick."

"Bingo," thought Josh, "Let's see her ass get out of this one."

Jill, nonchalantly: "Why, he is not missing. He's right over there." She pointed to Joey, who was still naked and hogtied in the middle of the living room, surrouunding by girls busily "playing" with his genitals and anus. The officers looked on, as one of them said, "Oh, so he is. Well, it looks like everything is in order, so let me call his mother and tell her he's alright with you here."

Jill: "Yes, and the five girls he was with are also here. So you see, everything is okay."

Josh was beside himself with anger as he observed this latest fiasco unfold before his very eyes.

The officer dialed Joey's mother on his own cell phone, and explained the situation. Evidently finished, he put the cell phone back into his pants pocket and said to Jill, "She's very happy to learn he's alright. Just have him back home by Saturday or Sunday. Call her if you need more time."

Jill: "Yes, I will. Thank you, officer."

Josh could stand it no longer. He broke free of the three girls molesting him, and ran up to Jill and the officers. "This is outragious!" he deplored, "How can you let her go on like this? She kidnapped that boy Joey, and, as you can well see, hogtied him while the whole goddamned household of girls molests him continuously; and all this against his will, of course. You can see how he's tormented. Why aren't you arresting her and rescuing him? What kind of officers ARE you, anyways? And why isn't his mom calling for blood? This is bullshit, I tell you, motherfucking bullshit!"

Second officer: "So what's your point?"

Josh looked back at them as if they were stupid, and responded: "That, uhh, WAS my point."

Second officer: "Oh."

After another awkward moment of staring at each other, the first officer looked like he recognized Josh, and said, "Saaaayyy, aren't you that trouble-maker we had down at the station last week?...in for stealing and lying?"

Josh: "Yes, except I didn't steal and I didn't lie."

First officer : "You're an instigator, son. Do we have to take you down to the police station again?" So saying, the latter officer then reached down and fondled Josh's not very lonely penis, "We haven't felt one of these boy things around there since we felt yours last week."

Josh: "No, please, I'll be 'good.' I'll shut up."

Josh wanted to stridently champion the rights of his fellow boy victims here, but after hearing this last threat, he decided that it was "better" to do so in silence and paralysis.

Just then, Jill broke in: "Leave him to me. I'll break him. The little shit has a spanking coming for going AWAL anyways."

Josh: "AWAL?"

Jill: "Yes, you left those poor girls who were playing with you."

As if to corroborate this claim, the three girls who were molesting Josh when he broke away a moment ago spoke up: "Yeah," said one of them, vehemently insisting on speaking for all three of the girl "victims," "we were playing with his dick and nutsack of ours, and his anus of ours, when he ran off and ran up to you just now. We want him punished. He had no right. That was ours, those thingies of his."

Jill: "Agreed! He needs to atone for his sin." Then turning to Josh, she said to him, "I think it's time you knew how the paddle felt on that little, skinny behind of yours."

Josh: "NNoooo!" Then, turning to the officers in entreaty, he implored, "Please, sirs, this is not right! I didn't do anything." Then he paused a moment and started in again sheepishly, as if he were self-consciously breaking a confidence, "She's at it, again."

Second officer, sighing impatiently: "At WHAT again?"

Josh: "She's putting money baggies up the butts of boys again. She was prosecuted for that today, you know."

First officer: "Well, if what you say is true, we'll just have to prosecute her again. But I'm sure the next bunch of boys who would carry her sentence in her stead will not appreciate your breach of confidentiality. Maybe you'll just have to join them in the 'punishment.' Would you like that, boy?"

Josh wagged his head vigorously and bit his lower lip, trying to appear overtly reticent. The two officers looked at him a moment, then at each other, and left for the door, apologizing for all the "controversy."

Jill: "It's quite alright. I assure you, I have the 'problem' well under control."

First officer: "I hope so. I don't want to have to 'discipline' him myself." With that, they were out the door and gone.

Jill then turned to Josh and said: "You're mine; your dick is mine...you boy, I mean, dick." (She seemed to be using "boy" and "dick" interchangeably now, as if the two were synonyms in her mind; or as if "dick" was, for her, a montynomy for "boy." Thus, the extreme extent to which she was sexualizing boys was becoming self-evident even to little Josh.) She continued, "So, you think you can undermine my activity by getting me punished again, do you? You had better hope I'm not 'punished' again THIS time. It would not fare well for you and more boys. Actually, I hope they DO 'punish' me. Then I can see more boys like you naked and compelled to live as you do." Josh realized she was right. His meager efforts were futile; or worse, counterproductive. The more he did against Jill, the more she triumphed, like a cat that always landed on its feet—only Jill's feline qualities more closely resembled that of the formidable lioness; and her canine qualities, that of the sultry bitch.

End of part 27

"New Babysitter," part XXVIII, by Gerste

"Bring me the paddle at once," ordered Jill, as if she were an authority unto herself. Some girl fetched it and handed it to Jill. She ordered Josh to bend such that his anus was fully exposed to the onlookers towards the center of the room. Frail little Josh obeyed, looking as though the paddle might be detrimental to his physical integrity. His weakened state owing to weight loss was one of the reasons he was spared at least two or three spankings with the belt earlier that week. But ruthless Jill, who was not known for her compassion or mercy, upgraded his punishment to the paddle (but the one without holes). Jill did not need the girls to spread his cheeks too much, since he lacked for subcutaneous fat tissue, even, to a great extent, around the area of the buttocks. Jill gave him 8 hard wacks on the anus, before calling it "good." She knew he would not be able to bear much more. She didn't wish to inflict permanent damage on the "community property." Additionally, the pain seemed unbearable to Josh as it was, as tears streaked his cute little cheeks. She then ordered him to straighten up. As he stood there at attention (save for his bound hands), she yelled at him, "Now you will let these girls explore your body and have their way with it without giving them any trouble. You got that?" Josh nodded his head as he wimpered. "Good," she continued, "I don't want any more trouble from you the rest of the night. You will be joining the boys on their little trek to the chicken restaurant. The only difference is, you will not 'carry' the money. I will go with you three since I am the babysitter in charge of you and I should have gone along last time. I'll let you know when it's time to go. I have to find a jacket for myself, as it's cold out. But I'll enjoy seeing your cute little goose bumps all over your body and on my brothers', as will the residents on the city blocks the whole way there." She snickered as she left the room to get Kyle and Kelvin from the bathroom, mumbling something about using the outside garden hose to finish the job of "cleaning them out," as she had done with Josh the week before. Shortly later, while some other girls were fondling Josh and fingering him, Jill returned, accompanied by Kyle and Kelvin. She announced it was now time to "seal the money in the treasurers." She explained that to the crowded room of girls, and sexually abused boys, that of all people only boys had a convenient "storage" area in their bodies for the task at hand. This didn't quite ring true to the boys there present, who looked at each other with raised eyebrows when she said this. The boys seemed to recall from sex ed. that female anatomy had afforded girls and women an additional body cavity, and that females, as well as males, had rectums. Josh wanted to point this out, but he was too afraid to do so. Besides which, the purpose behind the statement did not seem to lend itself to fact-finding. It was fast becoming apparent to every boy in the room that the double standard was the whole point.

As all the girls watched, Jill had the two brothers, Kyle and Kelvin, bend over. (Meanwhile, their elder 13 year old brother, it will not be forgotten, was still being tormented in the background via painful penile "massages." Girls were "shushing" him as he groaned in pain.) She ordered some random girls to hold the two brothers to make sure they didn't flee. Once they had a firm grip on them, she shoved the baggies up the two boys' rectums, each in turn, as the two brothers screamed in pain. She split up the cost of $87.44, the cost of the food orders, between the two rectums. With an escort of fifteen girls, the two brothers, joined by Josh and Jill, left out the door towards the restaurant on foot. The girls all had on light to moderately heavy jackets, of course, as it was chilly. The boys, for their part, were nude as always. There was about 77 minutes of day light left. As they walked for the mile long walk (70% of a mile to be more exact), four of the girls ran from house to house to "recruit" people to "inspect the boys." Just like the week before, when Josh was the lone "money bearer," whole households came out to see and feel every body part and area of the three boys. There was a designated female notetaker who took the names of participants who turned out to see and feel the three boys, and she counted 349 people this time. People took digital pictures of every part of the three boys, and promised the girls that they would show everyone. The girls also gave out the respective web address where each of the three boys would be featured each month with every bodily aspect shown in close-up, digital details. The three boys shivered from the 41 degree chill, with an occasional 5-10 degree chillier wind chill factor, and looked sullen and disgruntled. The girls looked happy and sexually aroused. The boys were only too glad to see the restaurant, about 81 minutes after starting out on foot. Interested spectators had to use flash lights to see the boys for about the last ten of the walk.

Once inside the heated restaurant, the boys were relieved, but their momentary relief was short-lived once they realized that their molestations were about to resume again, as the restaurant was crowded. Jill ordered the three boys to go from person to person and ask each one, man, woman or child, if he/she wanted to fondle their penises, testacles and anuses, and everything else on their bodies, for that matter. As they did so, Jill spoke to the proprietor, Mr. Ausseriquence, to settle the bill.

Jill: "This time it is not in Josh's ass. It's in the asses of my youngest brothers, Kyle and Kelvin."

Mr. Ausseriquence: "Not again, Jill, you mean we have to dig it out of their asses this time, too? [He chuckled] Sounds fun to me!"

Jill: "Yeah, I planned it that way. Don't worry, here's your money." She handed him the cash for the chicken. "What we get out of their asses later will just reimburse us purchasers. But keep up the theatrics. You're doing good!"

After Josh, Kyle and Kelvin had finished going from customer to customer for their assigned "request," which no customer declined, the three appeared before Jill, along with the notetaker and others of their "escort." The notetaker, 12 year old Felitia Ghinal, reported that 349 people, not counting the escort itself, had fondled and explored the bodies of the three boys in question; and that, in addition, 124 people in the very crowded restauant did so as well. Jill nodded, and said, "Excellent. Now we shall have to pay the restaraunt owner. Bend over, Kyle and Kelvin, my two dicks." Jill then had every person in the restaraunt "try" to see if they could reach in their (i.e., the boys') anuses and retrieve the money from the two boys, just as the customers had tried to do with Josh the week before. Everyone was only able to insert a few fingers at a time: four at most for adult; five for small children. She forbade the smallest ones, a few toddlers, to try until everyone else had a "chance." Kyle and Kelvin would periodically scream, but mostly fidgeted or sqirmed at the continual intrusion. Finally, Jill had the two toddlers in the restaurant attempt (there weren't toddlers in the restaurant the week before when Josh was there). Each toddler "chose" a boy, and tried to reach up their rectums to withdraw the money, deep in the boys' colon. When they almost had the money in hand, Jill, sensing this, had them withdraw their arms and switch to the other boy and try again. She had them try each arm both times. At last, success. They each pulled out the money baggies, as the two violated boys screamed in pain.

The two "deflowered" brothers stood back up. Little nine year old Kyle was the first to speak, directing his question to Jill: "Why didn't you let the smaller ones try first to begin with?" Kelvin said to him, while looking at Jill, "Shut up, Kyle. They wanted to make us suffer. SHE wanted to make us suffer. These people are sick, fucking perverts, that's why, Kyle. Don't ask any more questions. They won't tell you the truth. They're sick bastards, every one!" Jill just looked back, before giving Kelvin's scrotum a light squeeze, and saying, "You two boy dicks and Josh will eat later, after entertaining the customers. Go to the front entrance and see if any new customers arrive, and ask them the same question you asked the other customers. I will assign four older girls to make sure you do this, and they will be relieved by four other girls, and so on, so that each girl has a chance to eat."

As the three bound, naked boys and four assigned girls made their way to the front to fulfill their "assignment," Kelvin spotted a phone on the counter of the bar. Without warning, he darted for the phone, before the girls could stop him, knocked it to the floor, managed, while on his knees, to dial 911 with his hands bound behind his back, and laid down on the floor with his face next to the receiver. Just as girls caught up to him, he spoke into the phone the words, "Help, I'm being sexually abused!" The girls quickly snatched up the phone and helped him to his feet. One of them said, "Jill's gonna hear about this!" "Good!" responded an overly confident Kelvin, "She'll be the first to be arrested." Josh looked at Kelvin, and shook his head, saying, "A brave attempt, friend. But I tried the same exact thing last week. They arrested me and charged me with a crime." Kelvin looked back at him in disbelief, then said, "Is that what that trial of yours was all about?" Josh nodded. But Kelvin was not to be disabused as to the righteousness of his cause. "Well, he said, "I don't know the exact details of your situation, Josh, but this shit is just plain wrong. I don't think any cop will be able to deny that." Josh looked sad and said, "You'll see." As the four-girl escort was leading the three boys back to face their "judge" in Jill, the police arrived and spoke to the restaraunt owner. This time, it was two male officers.

Mr. Ausseriquence: "How may I help you, officers."

First officer: "We just received a call from someone at this location, claiming to be a victim of sexual abuse."

Mr. Ausseriquence: "I'm sorry, I wouldn't know anything about that."

Kelvin saw them from a distance and screamed at the top of his lungs, "It was ME! I made the call!" His voice carried so well, the whole restaraunt stopped and looked to see who it was who had made such an outburst. The two officers walked over to where they. The first officer said to Kelvin, as he looked the nude boy up and down (paying particular attention to his penis), "YOU made the call? YOU? Explain yourself. You don't exactly look like a sex abuse victim to me." Kelvin thought his nude appearance was all the explanation he needed, but he saw that they needed more persuading, so he said: "Yes, I made the call because I and my two equally naked friends here are being sexually abused, as you can see with your own eyes." At that moment, a girl was playing with Kelvin's penis, and two of the female escorts were digitally penetrating Kelvin and Josh as they stood there. A woman in a chair next to Kyle reached over and capriciously flicked his penis with her index finger, as her little daughter fingered his scrotum.

Second officer said, "I don't see any abuse. Are you sure you're not on medication?" he said as he reached down and fondled Kelvin's penis himself.

They heard an all too familiar voice behind them saying, "No, they just have over-active imagination, these ones." They turned to see their arch-nemesis Jill, standing behind them. She addressed the officers, "I see they need another lesson in humility...I mean, humiliation."

Second officer: "I think we need to charge the caller here with filing a false police report." Josh knew where this was going, and thought he could prevent more boy victims from falling into the evil clutches of the system by sacrificing himself:

Josh: "No, it was me who made the call. He was just covering for me. I hadn't learned my lesson from last week. Punish me, not him. Let these go. I'm to blame!"

Kelvin looked at him and said, "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Are you trying to play hero, or some shit? I'M the one who made the call, and no one's going to take the fall for me. Got that?"

Josh ignored him and besought the officers' good graces, thusly: "Sirs, he's lying. I'm the one to blame. It's always me, see? Please don't punish them. Punish me." He broke down and cried his crododile tears, and put on an Oscar winning performance, in a calculated, if commendable, effort to save ALL their skins—almost in so many words.

The two officers looked moved. The first officer began to dab his eyes with a kleenex, and the second could barely hold back the tears on his otherwise stony face. He almost began to gush. Even Jill found herself deeply "moved," in her own little macabre, necromantic way.

First officer: "That's touching. It's like when someone sacrifices himself for the good of another, except that's exactly what it is."

Second officer: "Yeah, since we don't know the real culprit, we can't very well guess and falsely accuse the wrong boy here. That would do an injustice to the innocent boy's true spirit of altruism here." He grabbed a tissue and blew his nose.

First officer, crying: "Quite right. Let's charge all three of them!"

Second officer: "Agreed."

Jill, sniffling: "So be it."

Josh: "WHAT!?!?!..."

End of part 28

"New Babysitter," by XXIX, by Gerste

As the three boys—Josh and the brothers Kyle and Kelvin—sat in the back of the police car in the parking lot outside of the "Prime Chicken" restaraunt, Jill leaned over the opened rear window and reached in to pat Josh on the shrivled scrotum (it was chilly), while saying, "I'm going to miss you three dicks for a few days." Then looking at Josh, she said, "Nice crocodile tears. But did you really think that I would be so gullible as to fall for that BS? I have to admit, the begging was a nice touch, though. You even had me going for a minute there. As you can see by my 'tearful' reply a few minutes ago, I'm not such a bad actress myself. By the way, the girls at juvie will just love you guys." Then she felt along Josh's spinly upper arm, where she could easily make out the humerus bone through the skin. She said, "You know, Josh, some girls love skinny boys. You didn't need that bad old hormone ridden chicken, anways. I and the girls will eat some extra for you boys. Joey won't get any, of course, since he's too busy being gagged." She let out an eerie, almost otherworldly laugh; more like a hollow echo, really, reminescent of a Bond villain. She then reached under Josh and inserted her middle and index fingers all the way in his anus. This action caused Josh to leap up and nearly strike his head on the car ceiling. As she did this, she said to him, "When you get back out in a bit, your scrawny, little ass is mine, boy." Josh and her two brothers said nothing. As she walked away, Josh said, "I really hate that bitch." Then Kelvin said, "Try living with her, especially lately."

The two police men got in the front seat and electronically rolled up the rear window on Josh's side. They then drove off towards the police station. One of the officers looked over his shoulder back at his three captives and said, "Too bad you guys didn't get any chicken, but I'm sure your jail cell mates will find something to stick in your mouth." The officers laughed as the three boys looked back in vexation. Kelvin then looked over at Josh and said to him, "I'm sorry I ever doubted you, little man." Josh looked back at Kelvin sitting next to him and with his hands bound in back was able to reach over to grab Kelvin's bound hand. He squeezed Kelvin's hand to communicate his forgiveness. As Josh's hand slid away from Kelvin's, it gently brushed Kelvin's buttocks. Kelvin looked at Josh with a mixture of surprise and embarrassed guardedness, then turned to his left, where Kyle was seated next to him, as if he were looking out Kyle's side window. Josh felt embarrassed. Had he done it on purpose (frottage)? The question began to doggedly haunt him. Josh hadn't noticed, but Kelvin's penis expanded somewhat almost immediately after Josh "inadvertantly" brushed his buttocks. Everyone was silent for the remainder of the trip to the station. Josh just felt relief for the brief reprieve from someone pawing at his "privates" (a misnomer he reserved for the privacy of his thoughts). Josh's respite would be short lived.

When they arrived at the station, the officers led the three boys inside, and through the halls, by their penises. A woman officer volunteered to grab Josh's. When they arrived at an area of desks and cubicles where about 20 officers were seated, the three boys were led to each male or female officer and "strip searched" by each of them, even though these three boys were already naked. The search amounted to thorough examination of every appendage, including organs, and crevice of the body. Clear, digital pictures were taken of the boys' nudity, and later blown up to poster sizes. Josh could still see detailed posters of himself on school walls and the walls of this police precinct from the week before. They showed Josh exposing his anus and genitals and face, etc., to the camera. They were on every wall in the station, just as they had been at the schools Josh attended (and all over town...they were laminated to weather the elements).

The three boys were then brought to the precinct medical examiner, a physician, who brought the boys outside of his office in full view of the jail cells, housed with about eighty prisoners, and examined them in front of the men. He deliberately had the boys stand too close to the jail cells, and the hands of several prisoners reached out and pulled them, all three of the boys, up against the bars. The physician and police officers just watched impassively and unconcerned. Hands felt all over the boys' supple bodies, invading every corporeal orifice and bodily crevice available. And still, the guards did nothing, not even so much as to rebuke them. The most anyone did was watch with intense interest; that, and the physician DID say to them, "Now remember what I said. No anal sex. You guys have not yet been cleared for STDs. And you better have washed your hands!" Otherwise, the whole station was quite unperturbed by the obvious sexual assaults (just short of anal sex) of three young boys in their midst. The prisoners took turns feeling every part of the boys' bodies—anal, penile, testicular and otherwise non-sexual body parts. When every prisoner had verbally acknowledged to the doctor that he (or she, as the case may be) had a turn, the physician took the three boys to the next cell, until every prisoner had their turn molesting each of them. This included the women's cells, to which the good doctor also brought them. Then an officer took over the oversight of the three lads and led them to a cell of only five adult male prisoners. He said, "This is your cell for the next 90 minutes. These men have been cleared for any sexually transmitted diseases, so if—well, I mean—WHEN they rape you, you won't be contagious or infected. We only had time to check five guys, on such short notice. We weren't expecting you THIS time." Hearing this, Kelvin became anxiety ridden. "Rape us? he said, "How can you stand for that? Why can't we be quarantined or isolated, or something?" The attending officer simply looked back at Kelvin and laughed as he said, "Silly boy, that would defeat the whole purpose of you boys being here in the first place." The latter then reached for something, before sighing and saying, "I seem to have misplaced my keys. If you'll excuse me, I'll be right back."

For the first time since they arrived at the station, the three boys stood were "alone." They stood by themselves outside of the cell that was soon to be their makeshift residence for a spell. The three boys scanned the faces of the five burly looking prisoners in that cell. They comprised four caucasians and one African American. The following subdued conversation between the three then transpired:

Kelvin, speaking in a low voice: "There's a black man in that cell. I'm scared shitless. You know what they say about blacks having big you-know-whats."

Kyle: "Kelvin, since when are you shy about using a dirty word?"

Kelvin: "Since the 'dirty word' I am using refers to something that might be shoved up my ass."

Kyle: "You're a motherfucking racist, Kelvin. You're prejudiced against black people."

Kelvin, deeply offended: "I am not. Why, some of my best friends are black."

Kyle: "That's horse shit, and you know it! The fact is, NONE of your friends are black."

Kelvin: "Well, I DO have a few National Geographic magazines."

Kyle: "You don't even know that black guy. For all you know, he could be our next president."

Kelvin: "A black man as president. That'll be the day."

Kyle, incredulously: "You don't listen to the news much, do you?"

Josh, flustered: "Would you guys just please shut up with all your racist bullshit? If those men buttfuck us to death tonight, the last thing I would want is for my tombstone to say, 'Josh and his KKK buddies banded together for the white brotherhood against the black cause.'"

Just then the officer returned with the keys and unlocked the cell, as the boys warily entered the cell, making sure not to turn their backs to the prisoners. One of the five men said, "MMMmmm, fresh meat." The African American was the first to drop his drawers. Kelvin felt a little relief when he saw that the man's penis was quite diminutive—smaller, even, than his own eleven year old penis. He felt ashamed for believing the stereotype, although his relief was tempered by the prospect of getting gang raped, albeit by men considerably less endowed than his worst fears confirmed. But his judgment was premature. The remaining four white men were next to drop their drawers. Seeing this, Kelvin's eyes almost popped out of his skull as he said, "Oh sssshhhhiiii...

End of part 29

"New Babysitter," part XXX, by Gerste

Kelvin couldn't believe his eyes. He estimated that the four white prisoners' partially erect penises ranged in size from 8 to 11 inches. In his usual tactless manner, he emitted a gasp and asserted:

"Jesus! What are they? Italian?"

Josh: "Shut up, Kelvin!"

Kelvin: "Just saying..."

Josh: "SHUT UUUPP!"

The men approached and called dibs on who was first for each boy. In his head, each boy opted for the African American, as his male member was the smallest of the five men. But it was not to be. The first were almost certainly the biggest. Josh found himself speculating that the single greatest criterion used for selecting the five men for his cell was that of penis size. In prejudice, they might have just assumed the African American had a large penis, while checking to see if the four caucasians had. Josh could imagine an impromtu line up for the selection only minutes before they arrived. Presumably, lack of venereal diseases would have been the other criterion, as reflected in the latest medical records, and hopefully they hadn't contracted anything since. The situation—the assumptions about race, the surprise revelations, etc—was fraught with ironies throughout, a fact not on Josh, who was rather intelligent for his age.

"Bend over and spread 'em," barked one of the men. Josh felt his insides come unglued and his knees began to buckle. He felt light-headed, and was on the verge of passing out. Kyle was so terror-strickened, he involuntarily released a stream of urine onto the floor while standing there. Kelvin put on a brave face and said, in a semi-quivering voice, "Boys, whatever happens, remember that we have each other. Don't lose it, understand? We'll get through this...we will." Kyle and Josh, re-assured, nodded slowly. One of the men said, "Well, ain't that just precious! Boys, I think we have us here some queer bait. I'ze love 'em queer."

Kelvin wanted to point out the obvious. ("Well, doesn't that make you queer yourself? If we're the bait, aren't you the queer?") But his better senses took over as he found himself literally having to bite his lip. Up until that point, he had always assumed it was just a figure of speech.

The one prisoner iterated, "I SAID, BEND AND SPREAD 'EM!!! Let's see again those fucking assholes we and all the other prisoners saw and finger-poked earlier!"

Josh collected his senses and slowly turned and squatted. Seeing this, the other two boys followed suit, and braced for the worst. They didn't need to wait too long. Within seconds, they felt a sharp pain as three men, with penises almost a feet long, rammed their phalluses into the tiny boys. Three screeches escaped three mouths as the men deflowered two of the boys for the first time. But for Josh, this was a worse version of last week's gang rape experience. He thought he was going to split in two.

Suddenly, the man pulled out of Josh. He looked at the others and said, "I can't get my dick all the way into this one. He's too fucking small! I would tear that shit up. It'll bleed him." Because of Josh's condition, they left him alone, so far as anal sex was concerned, and ravaged the others. They did, however, coerce Josh into performing oral sex on them while they waited their various turns to rape Kyle and Kelvin. They also molested him the whole time. They returned the "favor" and all five performed oral sex on Josh, who enjoyed the whole experience immensely, quite despite himself. It was slowly dawning on Josh that he might actually be gay.

When all the men had ravaged both Kyle and Kelvin, the turnkey returned to let the boys out. Because Kyle was bleeding out of his anus, the boys were rushed to the physician's quarters. The precinct doctor checked them and found that Kyle and Kelvin needed stitches around their anuses. He wheeled them out to the jail section on a stretcher, and stitched the two boys up while the prisoners watched. He used a giant magnifying lens to greatly enhance and enlarge the view of the two boys' anus, for the benefit of the interested prisoners, while he made sure not to block their (i.e., the prisoners') view as he stitched up the fissures (he had his priorities). So that Josh would not be "left out," he had Josh lay on his back and spread to expose his anus as well, while he used a third magnified glass instrument so that everyone could see an expanded view of Josh's anus and genitals also. The doctor also checked the three boys for internal injury, and determined that it was "minimal."

The two boys took two stitches each. After which, the guards collected the three boys and drove them to the nearby juvenile center for girls. Once there and inside the secured facilities, the female guards, 57 of them, each "strip searched" the three already-nude boys three or four times a piece. It was a report performance of what the police had done, only multiplied a few times. After the long "intake," they brought the three very violated boys to the center area, which was in between the rows of female cells on both sides. There were also cells on the far wall perpendicular to the two rows, a wall that stood opposite the one that held a locked door which opened into a corridor leading up to the large room.

The girls looked at the boys through the glass portals of their locked cells. Josh, Kelvin and Kyle listened as they heard cat calls and statements like, "They're cute as fuck," "They're hot, sexy ass boys," "Can we keep 'em?" "I'm going to finger fuck the piss out of that little shit," and so on. Josh's angst at hearing these jeers and taunts seemed to solidify in his mind the fact that he was gay. The experience to follow would only serve to cement that contention.

The boys nearly jumped out of their skins as they heard the loud speaker above them blare the following words, "You girls are not allowed to fuck these boys or expose your bodies to them; but otherwise, have fun exploring them and toying with them, short of injury. They are at your beck and call. Any violation of these instruction is subject to prosecution. The boys are hereby ordered to cooporate with a your every whim, on pain of imprisonment."

A master switchboard unlocked the cells and the girls poured out of their cells into the middle room where the boys were. Every one of them without exception proceeded to take turns, three to five at a time, molesting and exploring the boys' bodies throughout the night. There were 156 girls housed at that juvenile center at that moment, in the age range of 11 to 18, and every one of them, each in their turn, participated in molesting each of the three boys. When each girl would finger Kyle and Kelvin's anuses, along with the two boys' genitals and everything else on the latter's bodies, they gave no consideration to the anal stitches, but still tried to get as many fingers up in them as possible. They were deaf to the two boys' protestations during this. The same held true, of course, regarding Josh's anus, for the girls all examined EVERYTHING on the three boys' bodies, especially the latter's no-longer-so-aptly-named "privates." When the girls noticed blood trickling from the anuses of Kyle and Kelvin where the stitches were, a few of them, who had blood fetishes, lapped up the blood at the source. The throbbing pain in Kyle and Kelvin's anus felt strangely assuaged by this soothing licking sensation, humiliating as it was. A few of the girls said that they wanted to "fuck these boys," but they were warned against the consequences of doing so by other girls and a voice on the loud speaker reminding them of the consequences. (Apparently, they were overheard.) Some of the girls did, however, stick their hands down their own pants and, without exposing themselves, masturbate while viewing the naked boys. All this went on throughout the night.

When morning broke, the physically drained and wearied boys exerted all their strength just to keep awake and vigilant, as the girls kept on molesting them throughout the morning as well. (Those girls who awaited their turn to molest the boys could rest throughout the night.) The boys hadn't had any breakfast or, for that matter, any supper from the night before. Josh felt himself longing for that hormone laden chicken Jill said he was better off without. He thought of Teddy and Joey and wondered if the girls gave them any chicken. Jill's last words to Josh would tend to indicate no, but then that was before the fact. Perhaps the girls back at the house changed their minds and shared the food with Joey and Teddy. But Josh doubted that seriously, after what he had witnessed. No matter, thought Josh, it's better to be deprived than depraved—like Jill.

Saturday lunch arrived for the girls, and the boys were not given any. They begged the girls for some food, but they turned them down cold. Instead, they whimsically ordered the boys go from table to table to "dance" for them as entertainment, with no assurance of recompense. As the girls watched the boys dance, some of the girls excused themselves to their rooms, where they masturbated while watching the pre-adolescent male dancers from their windows. The boys could not stroke their penises during the alluring, seductive dance moves, so some girls would "volunteer" to do it for them. After lunch, the girls resumed their molestations of the three boys. The nurse came by and, after molesting the boys herself, gave the latter viagra pills, unbeknownst to the boys. (The girls had been privy to this ahead of time.) After the three boys obtained full erections some 20 minutes later, girls began performing "hand jobs" and "blow jobs" on them. At first, it felt "good" to the boys, but then the boys began to feel what Teddy had experienced the night before. The "oral sex" and "hand jobs" began to feel ever more painful with each incident. When the boys began to try to elude the girls to avoid the painful procedure, the aggressive girls rained down a volley of blows on the poor lads until they submitted to another painful episode. These painful "blow jobs" and "hand jobs" went on uninterrupted from Saturday, 1:04 PM, after lunch, until 6:49 AM Sunday morning, nearly 19 hours later. That was the point at which Josh passed out from exhaustion.

End of part 30

"New Babysitter," part XXXI, by Gerste

While Josh, Kyle and Kelvin endure round the clock sexual abuse at the hands of our female juvenile delinquents, you're probably wondering whatever became of Joey and Teddy back at the house. To satisfy your curiosity, we will have to go all the way back to Friday night, at about the time Jill took leave of Josh, Kelvin and Kyle, on their way to the police station. We replay the scene here:

"As the three boys—Josh and the brothers Kyle and Kelvin—sat in the back of the police car in the parking lot outside of the 'Prime Chicken' restaraunt, Jill leaned over the opened rear window and reached in to pat Josh on the shrivled scrotum (it was chilly), while saying, 'I'm going to miss you three dicks for a few days.' Then looking at Josh, she said, 'Nice crocodile tears. But did you really think that I would be so gullible as to fall for that BS? I have to admit, the begging was a nice touch, though. You even had me going for a minute there. As you can see by my 'tearful' reply a few minutes ago, I'm not such a bad actress myself. By the way, the girls at juvie will just love you guys.' Then she felt along Josh's spinly upper arm, where she could easily make out the humerus bone through the skin. She said, 'You know, Josh, some girls love skinny boys. You didn't need that bad old hormone ridden chicken, anways. I and the girls will eat some extra for you boys. Joey won't get any, of course, since he's too busy being gagged.' She let out an eerie, almost otherworldly laugh; more like a hollow echo, really, reminescent of a Bond villain. She then reached under Josh and inserted her middle and index fingers all the way in his anus. This action caused Josh to leap up and nearly strike his head on the car ceiling. As she did this, she said to him, 'When you get back out in a bit, your scrawny, little ass is mine, boy.' Josh and her two brothers said nothing."

As Jill walked away from the police car where Josh, Kyle and Kelvin were, she re-entered the "Prime Chicken" restaurant. Once inside, she found her female party at the two tables where she left them.

Jill: "If some of the girls haven't already told you by now, Josh, Kelvin and Kyle are under arrest for making a false police report. They claimed they were being sexually abused. Whatever gave them that impression? Now they must suffer the consequences for their actions. I have it on good authority that they're going to place them in the girls' juvenile center. Their dicks and assholes will see what REAL sexual abuse is!"

One girl responded: "Serves them right for accusing us falsely like that! When will they be back?"

Jill: "Monday morning. And won't their dicks and assholes be sore!"

There was a round of laughter from the two tables of girls. Jill waited until it died down, then continued: "But maybe they'll be wiser for the wear. I would have thought that Josh would learn his lesson by now. He did this same thing last week. The incorrigible little shit!" Then pausing a moment to redirect, she said, "Hurry up and eat, girls. Save some for the girls back at the house, while I go and ask the owner, whom I know personally, if we could get a ride for us back to the house. After all, it's almost a mile back."

A second girl: "Do Joey and Teddy get any chicken?"

Jill: "Of course not. We have something else to put in THEIR mouths."

Another girl: "I want to save my chicken leg bone and buttfuck them with it."

Jill: "No, the cartilage could get caught in their rectum...errr...asses, I mean. No, we have another 'bone' for them—a bonER."

Again, the two tables of girls broke out in laughter. When the laughter trailed off, so did Jill, to find a ride back to the house for her female company.

MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE HOUSE:

"Stick it up his ass...Go on now," said a girl boorishly. Teddy was sweating beads from the dread of inserting his very painful penis into the anus of the unwilling Joey. To compound matters, Teddy's hands were still bound in back. He did not know how he would be able to insert his rather large member into the reluctant victim, who was clenching his anal sphincter in protest. The girls began to chant: "Stick it in...Stick it in...Stick it in." One of Jill's friends who brought Joey there, Abigail Jenna Schierscher (introduced earlier, in part 23), interrupted the frenzied horde with the words, "Teddy, stick that fucker in, or I'll fucking do it for you." Teddy steadied his penis and managed to rest its glan at the entry point to Joey's rectum. But when he lunged forward with his hips, it predictably slipped off from the target and onto Joey's testacles and penis, which it slapped twice as it bounced on them. Joey, still gagged and hogtied, did not look cross as he looked back at Teddy. He knew Teddy did not want to do this. Still, Joey began flailing his lower legs (his calves) in protest. (Although he was hogtied, they left the part beneath the knees untied, except for the ankles, which were bound together. They wanted to allow for blood circulation to the lower extremities, since they were not trying to kill the boy. The bindings around the ankles somehow came loose, allowing him to flail his lower legs.) Abigail, who was designated next in charge after Jill, grabbed a switch and began to redden Joey's buttocks with it to "pacify" him. Ironically, Joey's anger grew by the minute, verging on interminable rage. Nonetheless, he ceased thrashing about and bit into his gag in pain. After about a dozen swats, half of which landed on his anus, Abigail grabbed Teddy's sensitive penis, yielding a shriek of pain from his mouth, and directed it towards the anal target. She shoved it in, as Teddy squealed still louder. Abigail, a ruthless Myrmidon, after Jill's own example, slapped Teddy's face hard and told him to "Be quiet. I don't care if it hurts. What about our ears? Did you ever think about that, you fucking selfish-ass boy!" A second girl threw her support behind Abigail, saying, "You tell him, Jill," and a third, "Yeah, he's been yelling like that non-stop, as long as we have been jacking him and sucking off. He should thank us for pleasuring him. But noooo, he has to yell like a god-damn torture victim, or something."

Teddy decided to weigh in on his own behalf as he said, "This is not pleasurable, you fuck...ing...," Josh thought better of it, and decided to measure his words more carefully as he detected the expression of disapproval on Abigail's face. Turning back to the girl to whom he was reponding, he took up where he left off, "What I mean to say is, this is not pleasant. It hurts like fucking hell." He looked over to Abigail to see if he had incurred any further wrath. Abigail only lent her support to the child's callous disregard to Teddy's physical pains, saying to him, "She's right, you know. You ought to be more grateful that we are going to such pains to satisfy your sexual needs." The fortuitous reference to "pains" afforded Teddy the occasion for ironic retort, but, on second thought, he decided against. Eloquence was not his ally in such tawdry exchanges.

Abigail continued: "Now, Teddy, start pumping Joey here, before we dildo YOUR ass. Go on, now...Get started. New sensations of pleasure await you as you do." She chuckled as she said this last line, unable to believe her own irony. Teddy began to gradually move his hips back and forth on Joey, as the latter chomped down on his gag with manifest discomfort.

"Faster," taunted Abigail, "We want you to have another of your 'pleasurable' dry cums." She laughed as if that was actually funny, while other girls joined in the laughter, which did not seem to presuppose a humorous cause. Humor had gone out of the situation at this point, and seemed to be replaced with raw sadism. The laughter was now more goulish than giddy; and more a cause than an effect.

Teddy expedited his thrusts, fearing retribution from the paddle otherwise. He felt as if he was on the brink of collapse, as the girls had been unrelenting in their dogged persuit of "pleasuring him" for hours. Just then, the front door opened and Jill appeared in the threshold. With her were the girls who had accompanied her and the three boys to the restaurant earlier that evening. The girls' vulgar appetites were almost matched by their physical ones, as they gathered around to indulge in the poultry fest. Jill attempted to abridge their efforts with the words, "Only four pieces of chicken per person, and a side; the boys, of course, are excluded from eating. I see that they've been too busy playing over there and having fun to have earned their keep." As she said this, she looked over at Teddy and Joey, engaging involuntarily in their assigned sexual ritual. Although they concealed their anger well, considering the circumstances, Teddy and Joey felt only enmity at this last slight, which would not prove to be the last of its kind, as they were soon to discover.

End of part 31

"New Babysitter," part XXXII, by Gerste

As each girls devoured their share of the chicken, some began to notice that three of their favorite sex toys—Josh, Kyle and Kelvin—were conspicuously absent. They bagan to inquire after the whereabouts of their missing boytoys, when Jill answered them, "Girls, they have been arrested for making a false police report. They claimed they were being sexually abused."

Teddy, who was still anally copulating Joey, threaded together a coherent rebuttal between grunts, thus: "FALSE police report? You mean TRUE police report, don't you? So they exposed your crimes! And you guys had the god damn nerve to have them arrested for it! Is that what happened to Josh last week as well?"

Jill, speaking with uncharacteristic candor: "Yes, and if you know what's good for you, little brother, you'll keep your fucking mouth shut, if you don't wish to join them! Now keep pumping Joey until you dry cum, you little skinny shit. I can tell if you're faking just by observing the involuntary reflex reaction of your testacles. In fact, let's capture the occasion for your friends at school, as proof of your covert homosexuality." She then began filming the event on her digital camera.

As the girls finished eating, they gathered around Teddy as Jill filmed Joey's rape on digital camera. Moments elapsed before Teddy gasped in pain as he again climaxed without ejaculating. The girls were visibly aroused. One of them seemed to sum up the sentiments of the girls as she spoke up then and there, "I think I like this more than the chicken I just eat. Joey is one fine motherfucker! I never thought until today that I'd get to see his nice dick, nutsack, ass and asshole. He's fit as hell. The same goes for that nice piece of ass Teddy. I can't even..." She stopped herself for effect, paused and took a deep breath before continuing: "Now I think I'M going to cum." Some of girls looked down on her churlish remark, but found themselves, almost despite themselves, agreeing with it in substance.

To Teddy's relief, Jill ordered him to pull out of Joey after he had climaxed. But his relief was replaced with horror as she removed Joey's gag and directed Teddy to then stick his erect penis into Joey's mouth, and Joey to "pleasure" him. They knew that protest or resistence was futile and risky in the extreme. So Teddy inserted his penis into Joey's mouth as the latter Joey began to bob back and forth on it. Jill filmed the whole thing and told Joey that everyone at school was "now going to see what a real faggot you are." Joey could taste his own excrement on Teddy's penis from the anal pentration only moments earlier. Tears began to streak Joey's cute little face as he pondered his seemingly hopeless predicament. Just then, Teddy screeched in anguish as he climaxed again, and the girls screeched in delight as they watched. Then Jill ordered Teddy to withdraw his penis and to submit, the both of them, to their first monthly photo shoot. They undid Joey's straps and warned him in earnest that either prison or the switch awaited him should he so much as act as if he was about to bolt. His hands and legs were now free, so that he could strike a pose without the debilitating restraints. The poses he was ordered to assume exposed every part of his body eventually, and nothing was left to imagination. All images were clear and detailed, often with close up shots, with face and/or genitals and anus frequently included. Then they tied Joey's hands in back, and untied Teddy's. They then had Teddy do the exact same photoshoot as Joey had, with the same details and humiliating poses that exposed his whole body to the view of everyone who saw the photos, which would prove to be millions of viewers shortly. After they finished both shoots and had tied Teddy back up, Jill took the digital captures and uploaded them to the internet and advertized the site all over the net using special proliferation software for all the world to see (there was no pass word protection for the site, of course). They also made a special effort to advertise to the boylove sites and Joey's whole school district. Then they sat and watched as the numbers of recorded visitors to the site soared quickly into the thousands within minutes. At this rate, they knew it would hit the million mark within the day. The numbers recorded each visitor only once, whether or not the visitor returned to the site more than once (unless they used a different computer for the other visit, which is only a remote possibility in most cases). So the numbers, as in all the cases regarding the boys involved with Jill, reflected actual visitors, and not just numbers of visits. The figure could easily be doubled, as the number of "visitors" often represented whole households or multiple users.

Teddy and Joey were dumbstruck by the incredible rising number of people who were seeing their exposed bodies, every inch of them, online. It seemed like the whole world was going to see every part of their bodies, and would know what they looked like all over better than they themselves ever had. At about that time, there was a knock on the door. Someone answered the door, and found Mrs. Anstroums standing at the entrance—Joey's mother. "Mom!" Joey cried out to her. He ran up to her with his hands still bound behind his back. But instead of looking him in the eye, like she had always done, her eyes immediately fell upon Joey's exposed manhood. Joey tried desperately to get her attention back on his face, but it was no good. She just kept staring at his genitalia, like everyone else had done that evening and afternoon. When Jill saw him try to turn to the side to hide his penis from her view, she grabbed him from the back of the hips and turned him back to face his mother. As Jill did this, she said, "Oh no you don't! She has every fucking right to see your motherfucking dick and balls—every right, and then some, since she's your mother."

As Joey spoke the following words, his mother's gaze once more returned to his eyes. He said: "Mom, they tied me up and kidnapped me, and hundreds sexually molested me. They hogtied me and forced Teddy to rape me, and made child pornography images of me and Teddy, and probably many other boys, sending the pics to thousands of people. They claimed that you were in on it, but I knew better. They even brought in a fake cop who pretended to talk to you on the phone. Tell me it isn't true, mom. Tell me you are not a part of this. It isn't true, is it?" Mrs. Anstroums looked deep into Joey's guileless, trusting eyes. Her usual reassuring, maternal tone restored Joey's otherwise waning confidence as she said, "Oh honey..." Joey's expression brightened as she paused to continue. But his sunny expression quickly faded as she then reached down and fondled his penis and scrotum for herself, as she immediately went onto to say, "Of course it's true!"

End of part 32

"New Babysitter," part XXXIII, by Gerste

At hearing his mother's own admission of complicity, coupled with her duplicity, Joey's sunny expression faded to dawn, and then, as the realization came further into focus, to night. A resurgence of anger welled up inside him and floated to the surface, like a giant gass bubble making its way through the water from the seabed to the surface air above. A paroxism of verbal assaults exploded from his mouth as Joey cried, "You mean to fucking tell me that YOU were behind this? YOU? MY OWN mother? You KNEW all along that they were planning this, and yet you stood idly by and allowed it? You're not my mother. You bitch! I hate you! I hate you! You know what they did to me?...Fuck you! I hate you, bitch!" Joey burst into tears, as his profound sense of betrayal by his very own mother shrouded him like a blanket lighting on him. Just then, Joey felt a hard slap across his face as his mother proceeded to put him in his place.

Mrs. Anstroums: "Don't you talk to me that way, mister. It seems you haven't learned your place, yet. You are a boy, and as such are not afforded the same rights and amenities accruing to us females and grownups, with regard to modesty and appopriate apparel. Too long have you lived under the delusion that you have the same right to privacy we females enjoy. From now on, you are to remain naked and totally exposed, until you're 15, the same as Josh and Teddy, and his two bothers. You're no different from them. You're a really good looking boy, and need to show off to us girls. You've been too selfish about that all these years. But no longer and no more. And as for that so-called child porn bullshit you claim, it's not child porn if it's a boy. Got that? Get used to it. Those naked-ass photo sessions of yours will be happening every month from now on until you're 15. We will go over that when we cover the new rules with you at home. And this doesn't mean that I don't love you. In fact," she felt his genitals with one hand and his anus with the other as she said this, "I really LOVE feeling and seeing your nude body, as others will as well. We will be doing that to you a lot from now on. I bore you in my body for nine months. What do you have to hide from me? Well, it's not hidden from me or anybody else from now on...well, until you're 15, that is."

Joey's anger flared as he opened his mouth to unload another verbal assault, when his mother, anticipating this, grabbed him and turned him over her knee, and thrashed his buttocks with a paddle. He was still bound. Joey screamed in pain with each strike. Then his mother, who happened to be a rather corpulant and robust woman, released him and said, "You will learn, boy. You will learn your place. Now let's go home, your sisters are waiting to feel your nice package for themselves. You're going to apologize to them for not allowing them to do that to you for years. Now let's go!"

After exchanging pleasantries with Jill, Mrs. Anstroums went on her way, dragging Joey along with her.

Seeing only Teddy and the girls left, Jill decided to phone Mrs. Weisensteing to inform her that her son, Josh, was in jail again "due to his usual mischievous escapades." Mrs. Weisensteing told her not to wait for her to arrive; that Jill was relieved of her duty for the night and to show up the next weekend for Josh, as she was certain he'd be back by then.

When Jill had got off the phone with Mrs. Weisensteing, she told her female guests, "The party's over for tonight, girls. Call your parents to pick you up. I'll wait until the last girl is gone. In the meantime, someone wash Joey's ass-shit off of Teddy's dick, and let's continue with jacking him off until your parents get here." Teddy endured another two hours of the same torment until Mrs. Weisensteing arrived at 12:54 A.M. and told her she would take over from there. Jill then left with her naked brother Teddy.

That night, around 1:23 A.M., Jill and her 12 year old sister, "Lizzy," bathed Teddy and led him to bed by his penis, where they tied him to the bed posts, outstretched, to ensure he didn't "illicitly" touch himself.

The next morning, Saturday, everyone at the Wounderad household, which was currently absent Jill's two brothers, Kyle and Kelvin, awoke around 8 or 9 A.M. When Jill saw her mother, she updated her on Kyle and Kelvin's arrest. Mrs. Wounderad then phoned the police station and found out that she could pick them up Monday morning from the female juvenile center. An evil grin swept across her face as she hung up the phone and said to Jill, "Hot damn, girl. You really know your stuff. Just as you rightly guessed, they're housed at the female juvenile center, and I understand their pricks and assholes are getting a lot of attention. How do you come by all your information?" Jill wink as she responded, "Sources, mom. You know that."

Mrs. Wounderad then motioned towards Teddy's room and said, "Jill, you had better get your brother up, before he shits his bed. You really don't know how long he'll be able to hold it...Oh, and I almost forget. Aunt Caroline is bringing over my 5 year old autistic niece, Miley, your cousin, for you to watch today. She should arrive any second now." Just then, there was a knock on the front door.

Mrs. Wounderad: "That might be her now."

Jill: "I'll go get my brother up."

Jill entered Teddy's room and untied him. He groggily awoke and rubbed sleep from his eyes as they adjusted to the light of day. She ordered him to come with her to the bathroom so that she could direct his aim as he relieved himself. "If you need to shit," she added, "I'll have to check your asshole afterward to make sure you wiped properly. This is going to be the way it is from now on, until you're 15. You're not allowed to touch your peter without permission. Got it, champ?" Teddy nodded and cooperated. His penis was swollen and red from all the abuse the night before, and his testacles showed some of the same effects. He hoped he could recuperate for the day, but his sister was not having any of it. After overseeing his bathroom needs, and fingering him for awhile, she bound his hands in back with a rope, like before, and sent him to the kitchen, while she went to get their 12 year old sister, Lizzy.

Lizzy got dressed and ran down to the kitchen, to see her 5 year autistic cousin already playing with Teddy's sore penis. He was trying evasive maneuvers with his body, as the fascinated 5 year old kept honing in on his penis, like a heat seeking missile trailing its target. When Lizzy saw this, she thundered, "What the fuck are you doing? Let her grab it. It's hers anyway!" Even as she spoke, she walked over to her over-abused brother and added the rejoinder, "And mine also," as she grabbed the sensitive phallus and yanked, sending Teddy to his knees. A bit more gently, she proceeded to examine every inch of him herself, paying particular attention to his anus and genital. She also derived great saisfaction from pinching his nipples and watching him squirm as a result.

Later that day, as Mrs. Wounderad passed Jill's room, where little 5 year old Miley was playing with the dolls she brought with her, she overheard the girl sing a song of her own making. Paradoxically, it had many lyrics, but only one word. It was like a Zen riddle. To see what we mean, my readers, here is the improvized song she sang: "Fuckety fuck fuck; fuckety fuck fuck; fuckety fuck fuck fuck..." One word, yet many lyrics. Mrs. Wounderad, intrigued, listened to see if her niece would sing anything else. She was then treated to yet another improvised series of sound bites, this time in the tradition of "London Bridge," thus:

"London fucking bridge is fucking falling down, fucking falling down, fucking falling down;

London fucking bridge is fucking falling down, my fucking fair fucking lady...da fuck, fuck."

"HHHhhhmmm," thought Mrs. Wounderad, "Most curious." She then went into the living area, to find Jill and Lizzy continually molesting their angry looking, cringing brother. (She had availed herself of the opportunity of examining him thoroughly earlier that day many a time, and was now giving her daughters a chance to do so.)

Mrs. Wounderad: "You know, Teddy. I think your fucking foul language is rubbing off on your 5 year old autistic cousin upstairs, that's what I'm fucking thinking!"

Teddy looked back at her as if to say, "What the fuck are you talking about?" In fact, that is actually what he said.

Mrs. Wounderad: "Don't ask me what the fuck I'm talkining about. You know very well what I mean."

Teddy looked back at her, between intervals of teeth-gritting, and said, "You know, mom, I'm not exactly the only one who has bad language here," as if insinuating something.

Mrs. Wounderad, defensively: "What are you insinuating?"

Teddy looked at his obtuse mother and let a moment of silence pass between them before he said, resignedly, "Never mind."

Mrs. Wounderad: "No I won't 'never mind,' you god damn son of mine, piece of shit fucking asshole."

Just then, little Miley, at issue here, happened into the room and said, "piece of shit fucking asshole," casually, as if she were repeating it by rote.

As the 5 year meandered into another room, Mrs. Wounderad said, "See, what did I tell you? She is taking after you, Teddy."

Teddy: "After me? Didn't you hear her repeat your fucking words verbatim? I didn't say that just now...YOU did."

Mrs. Wounderad: "Don't you pass the blame to me, young man. We all know who's the fucking Kingpin of swearing here. YOU are!"

Teddy: "How do you know it was me, anyways? You know how much fucking swearing there is on TV these days. Why, just the other day I think I heard Mr. Rogers in an old re-run say, 'Yo, fuck you bitch-ass boys and girls.'"

Mrs. Wounderad: "That's the last straw. I want you to clean up your fucking language, or else!"

Teddy: "OK, I won't use the fucking f-word around the house, alright?"

Mrs. Wounderad: "Not good enough! I don't want to hear another swear word out of you, period!"

Teddy, trying hard to weigh each word, lest he slip: "Well, Gooo...shh darn it. I'll try. It's a hel...heck of a lot easier said than f...ahh, done. I mean, how the hell am...[frustrated], OH FUCK!"

Mrs. Wounderad: "You just earned yourself a spanking. And if I hear just one more swearword out of you or Miley, you'll be joining your two brother in juvie hall for the weekend."

Jill: "I can arrange it within the hour."

Mrs. Wounderad: "You hear that, Teddy, within the hour. So straighten up and fly right. Just one more cuss word out of you or your 5 year old female cousin, and you'll be joining your male siblings in jail. Got that?"

But before Teddy could answer, Miley wandered back into the living room, playing with her doll. Teddy began to perspire, hoping she would not repeat the swearing she heard so often from any one of them. His horror reached fever pitch as Miley began to sing a variation on an all too familiar, ribald limerick: "There once was a man from Nantuckit," ...This was Teddy's worst fears realized, he thought, "I might as well start packing, so to speak." She continued, "who had the biggest bucket; so he filled it with swell, but he fell down the hill, and said to himself, Oh..." Here it comes! Teddy found himself white knuckled and tensing as the 5 year old sapling fumbled for the only obvious rhyme, "uuhh, and said to himself, uhh...oh DARN it." She leaped up and down with glee, proud of her quirky, individualized, if inapropos, choice. Teddy breathed a sigh of relief. Just then, she tripped as she was jumping, came crashing down and landed on her knees, and uttered, "Oh fuck!"

End of part 33

"New Babysitter," part XXXIV, by Gerste

Josh had escaped. The girls were chasing him down the hall way of the juvenile center, but he was eluding them. Somehow he had managed to find clothes, and was finally dressed for the first time in nine days, since this ordeal began. A girl in the side hall came out of his blind spot and almost waylaid him. But he pushed back, escaping her grasp. He bound for the doors to the outside that lay directly ahead of him. He could see the sunlight illuminate its window pane, beckoning him forward—to freedom. It was within his grasp, and it represented no more molestations and bondage. He heard a female voice from the loud speaker of the juvenile center blair out the words, "He's getting away! After him, girls! Don't let him escape! Once he's outside, we have no way of holding him. He's free." When Josh made it to the doorway, it gave way to his push. As it opened, he took in a breath of fresh air, and ran straight ahead into the free outdoors. Once all the way out, he sprinted like a gazelle that had just escaped certain death at the lion's jaws. As he ran, he felt the breeze against his face. Free at last! He was now on a beach, and could hear the seagulls flying overhead and the rush of waves undulating to his left. He began to yell for joy. His euphoria was that of an Olympic runner ahead of the pack. His yelling became louder and louder; still louder; and...and...

"Wake up, Josh! Wake up! You were having a nightmare. Don't worry, you're still safe here with us in the girl's juvenile center. You were yelling, like you were having a nightmare." Josh looked around and confirmed that he was indeed still at the female juvenile center, and looked down to see, sure enough, a couple of girls molesting his geniitals, and one playing with his anus, fingering him. He looked up to see who had awakened him to this nightmare and saw it was Kyle, who was likewise being molested by a rotund girl with black braids. "Shit," he said, "Why'd you have to wake me?"

Kyle: "That's some thanks I get for waking you out of your nightmare!"

Josh: "My life is a fucking nightmare! How long was I out?"

Kyle: "For about two hours. None of us other guys slept. We think it had to do with the Viagra they gave us and our smaller body size and smaller BMI, as I overheard the nurses explain to one of the girls, who wanted to be a nurse. Girls were fingering you and playing with you the whole time you slept. But it was like you were dead. You're smaller than all of us. How is it you were able to sleep when we weren't?"

Josh: "Girls playing with me? You mean they were molesting me."

Kyle said nothing. Josh continued: "Where's Kelvin?"

Kyle: "Over there, by Teddy." Kyle motioned with his head in a certain direction.

Josh: "By Teddy?" Josh looked in the direction of Kyle's motion. Sure enough, there they were: Kelvin, with his 13 year old brother, Teddy, standing next to him, and six girls busily exploring the two brothers' bare bodies. One of the girls molesting them casually remarked that Teddy was as barren of "pubes" as his 11 year brother, and wondered if he had been shaved. When she ran her fingers along his scrotum and found stubble, she realized she had guessed correctly and plucked the hairs with her long finger nails, causing Teddy to flinch several times. Both boys had their usual bindings, of course, as did Kyle and Josh. Josh got up and tried to make his way to the two boys about 25 feet away, but the girls who were molesting him impeded him, delaying his attempt. Josh used discretion to persuade the girls to come along, so that they would not detain him further. They obliged, and Josh was then able to get over to the place where Teddy and Kelvin were standing, while his own current molesters tagged along.

Josh: "Teddy, what are you doing here?"

Teddy: "Oh, sleeping beauty is finally awake. You were lucky to escape this shit. I haven't slept all night."

Josh: "Well, I only slept a few hours this morning. Otherwise, I was also up all night. When did you arrive?"

Teddy: "Yesterday afternoon. I was first placed in jail, just outside the bars, where all the prisoners molested me—both male and female. Then they put in a cell itself, with five grown men with big fucking dongs, and they butt-fucked me for hours. Well, the black one had a smaller dong. I expected just the opposite..."

Kelvin: "Yeah, I know, right?"

Josh looked at both of them and muttered under his breath, "I see the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

They both gave him a quizzical look. Kelvin, unable to see what horticulture had to do with anything, said, "What does that have to do with the price of tea in Chiang Kai Shek?"

Josh looked at Kelvin and said, "You know, you really DO need an education."

Teddy continued: "Anyways, they put me in here this morning, about an hour ago, while you slept."

Josh, to Teddy: "So why did they throw you in here in the first place? As if I didn't know!" Josh wagged his head and turned it to the side as he spoke this last clause in a muted tone.

Teddy: "Because my female cousin said 'fuck.'"

Josh, turning and looking back at him: "Pardon?"

Teddy: "She said 'fuck.' She swore."

Josh gave him a confused look.

Just then, kyle's stomach growled. Josh looked at him and said, "Come to think of it, I'm hungry, too. I haven't eaten since Friday."

Kelvin: "None of us have. Except maybe Teddy."

Teddy: "No, I haven't either. I may have been home, but my hands were tied behind my back, and no one was that concerned about getting food to me."

Josh: "What are we going to do? I can't lose any more weight."

Kyle: "Yeah, Josh, you're like a skeleton."

One of the girls standing by said, "Would you boys like to earn your food?"

Teddy, suspiciously: "Depends on what do you have in mind."

The girl who asked said, "I'll take that as a yes," then turned to the room of girls and yelled, "Listen up, everybody. The boys have agreed to fight us. If they when, they eat. If they lose, they are punished."

Josh: "We agreed to what? We said no such thing!"

But Teddy was intrigued and said, "We'll agree to your terms. But I don't wish to hit a chick."

The girl responded: "You won't be sparring; but wrestling with us."

Teddy: "So much the better. Hell yeah. We can beat a bunch of girls."

The girl who initiated inqueries here is none other than Alyssa Eliovitcheria. Born to Russian immigrants, she was implicated in several crimes involving the Russian Mafia at a young age, and was finally convicted before they deposited her in juvenile hall. With a genius IQ of 163, and a villainy to match, she was at once very bright and very dark. The boys were walking into a trap of her design, without even being quite aware of it.

Teddy: "If we're going to wrestle, shouldn't someone untie us?"

Alyssa just looked at them, before breaking out in laughter and waiving some girls to gather around her in a circle, some distance away so that the boys couldn't hear them. The boys were straining to hear what they had planned, but couldn't.

When the girls finally disassembled, Alyssa said to the boys, as some were untying their hands, and others playing with their penises, "These are the rules: first of all, you know you are not allowed to touch your dicks and ballsacks. If you do, you're disqualified, the bindings go back on, and we report you for not cooperating. Got that?"

The boys nodded, leerily.

Alyssa: "Good. Now the terms are these. We girls choose a girl to wrestle each of you. We don't want to hear any shit about weight class and height. You boys think you can take us. Let's see if that's true. Next, you are not allowed to touch our breast areas and areas around the waist, even through our orange jumpsuits. If you do, you not only forfeit the game, but face rape charges. By contrast, we are, of course, allowed to touch any part or parts of your body. Got it?"

The boys looked at each other. They felt the terms were unfair, but they weren't really surprised. They variously responded with, "Sure."

Alyssa continued: Every time a boy loses a match, he must do one of three things: he must either sixty-nine another boy here, of our choosing, make out with him, or receive a spanking. We will draw lots to see which it is. We were going to make you guys fuck each other, but it would tear your stitches. If a boy wins three times in a role, he wins a meal during meal-time. We girls are of course granted greater latitude in what we can do, as you will find out. No hitting, scratching, or pinching or poking, although we girls will be allowed to poke and pinch, provided we inflict no damage on your community property. Is that clear?"

The more she "explained" it, the less clear it became. But being anxious to eat, they nodded and held their peace.

Alyssa: "OK, boys, let's get started. Our first girl is Margarette Twaide. She'll wrestle Teddy."

At that, a gargantua of a girl, tipping the scales at 261, stepped forward. At 6'9", she towered over most men, even though she was 17. She suffered from a rare case of giantism, and dwarfed most students her age from the time she was "little." Her abnormal strength and size and matching temper made her "imposing" in more ways than one. She was virile to the point of hansome. The boys just stared in awe and disbelief at the magnitude of her mass and stature. It was as if they were seeing her for the first time, even though she, along with all the other girls, had molested them earlier. But she just wasn't standing at the time. As the boys beheld the titan of a girl, they were at a loss for non-swear words:

Kelvin: "Holy shit!"

Josh: "Fuck!?"

Teddy: "Jeees..."

Kyle: "Fucking hell!"

Surprisingly, Teddy was the most articulate: "Is that a man?"

Josh: "Can't you see the impressions of her boobs through her jumpsuit?"

As the colossus leered at Josh, he immediately subjoined, "Not that I would be looking at your booo...errr...breasts."

Teddy: "Don't worry, Josh. I, for one, believe you!"

Alyssa: "Next, we have Anita Squearles. She'll be wrestling Kelvin."

A 14 year old girl who weighed 122 pounds, compared to Kelvin's 78 pounds, stepped forward and eyed her opponent. She looked directly at Kelvin's "manhood," and said, as she reached over and grabbed it, "I'm going to be handling this a lot in the next few minutes."

Alyssa: "Next, Fiona Tristantiana will be wrestling Kyle."

A girl stepped forward, who looked to be about 12 years old, and was about a whole head taller than Kyle. She immediately began feeling Kyles', well, boyhood. At 111 pounds, she exceeded him by 56 pounds.

Finally, Alyssa called a girl by the name of July Rouilres to fight Josh. She was about 11, and 109 pounds. She looked strong for her age, and had an inordinate amount of muscle mass for a girl her age. The girl walked right up to Josh and started molesting him, with one hand and his genitals, and the other on his anus. He jumped a bit as she shoved three figures into his anus and said, "There, now you know most of my strategy. It won't help you, since you can't use it against me in return."

End of part 34

(The End)