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"New Babysitter," part XLVI, by Gerste

Jill repeated herself: "Joey? Where are you?"

Joey: "What? I'm right here." In fact, Joey was only a few feet away in the crowded room, but Jill just didn't see him, with all the girls swarming about him, molesting him. Jill turned to see Joey about 5 feet away, amid his "harem," and said, "Oh, there you are. I appoint you our new treasurer. Do you know what that entails?"

Joey: "No, but knowing you, it can't be good."

Josh, interposing: "It isn't."

Jill, to Josh, "Who asked you, Josh, my fucking dick-boy," she fondled Josh's penis as she said this, "I was talking to our other dick-boy, Joey."

She turned back to Joey and said, "Well, the job is a real pain in the ass, but..." She was interrupted by snickering girls, who drew a smile from her face, as she continued, "buuuttt, there are cetrain amenities."

Joey: "Amenities?"

Jill: "Benefits."

Joey: "What benefits?"

Josh, sarcastic and incredulous: "Yeah, WHAT benefits?"

Jill threw a fiery glance in Josh's direction. Her aspect told Josh that he'd better let matters lay.Jill turned back to Joey and continued: "Well, the benefit is this: we girls will have fun allowing more to play with your dick and asshole. And others will have fun doing so. You'll be spreading joy."

Joey, chafed: "But what benefit is that for me?"

Jill's tone was nearly one of coaxing as she responded, with an affected wink, "Well, you get to show off your schlong and asshole to more people."

Joey: "Do I have a choice? I'm already doing that anyways, aren't I?" As if to validate his point, Joey's eyes and head motioned downward towards his penis and testacles, both of which were being teased by his female fanciers. Another girl had spread Joey's buttocks wide apart, revealing his "rose," so that another could "pick" (or, more accurately, poke) it.

Jill: "You have an ultimatim, Joey, my boy-dick: cooperation or incarceration. It's really up to you."

Joey: "What do I do?"

Jill smiled, and Josh's frown became even more pronounced.

Minutes later, Joey was on the bathroom floor, hands still bound, spread eagle in froggy position, as Jill and Joey's paramours were diligently feeding the enema solution into his anus via the enema bag and attached hose. "This way, Joey," she said, as if Joey had even asked, "Your rectum will be clean enough for the baggie of money we're going to have you carry." Despite his own female admirers, Josh was able to make it the threshold of the bathroom and observe all this. Every eye in the bathroom full of girls was glued to Joey's very exposed anus, perineum and genitals. Josh found himself getting aroused, and hating himself for it. Meanwhile, Josh's own molesters were sportively teasing his own boy parts, making him feel as if he were going to "dry cum." One girl who was fondling him remarked, "I think his fucking woody just got woodier." But if some were capriciously attending the boys' genitals, others were industriously attending Joey's anus (ensuring Joey's enema infusion). But either way, whether by "work" or play, the girls were having fun.

Joey began to feel "bloated," as he remarked, with some sense of urgency, "I don't think I can take in any more. I'm going to shit."
Jill: "Like hell you are! You shit before I give you the word, and all five of you boys will get the spanking of your lives. I swear, you will shit through a colostomy bag when I'm done with your asses."

Despite her hyberbole, Josh felt a sense of seriousness in her words concerning which he wasn't about to test.

After Jill was satisfied that the solution in Joey's intestines had reached the saturation point of "maximum capacity," she ordered him to "hold his water" until further notice. A few moments later, as Joey was straining to keep it in, he blurted out, "I can't hold it much longer. I feel like my insides are about to burst." Josh said to Jill: "Isn't there a danger of the liquid backing up into the stomach?" It was the same question he had put to Alyssa, when the one girl had spoon-fed copious amounts of gelatinous food into his colon at the female juvenile center. Jill said, with all the complacency of a snail, "No, since water solution has near maximum viscosity, unlike certain heavier substances that would bring pressure to bear on the sphincter which blocks off the stomach." Josh looked unconvinced and said, "The girl at the juvenile center, Alyssa, said just the opposite: She said that, because the liquid they fed into my ass was thicker, there was less chance that it could back up."

Jill: "Well then, maybe I'm wrong. Perhaps Joey is in more danger of it backing up into his stomach after all. Oh fucking well." She chuckled with quasi-nervousness, as if she had just told a failed joke, and followed it with a "save."

Straining bowel and voice, Joey said, following Josh's lead, "I'm worried this will go up into my stomach." Jill looked at him and said, non-chalantly, "Don't be silly, Joey. You have a greater risk of developing inguinal hernia because of this, or possibly hyetal hernia or other complications." Hearing this, Joey interjected, "What?" Joey did not understand her medical vernacular, but he knew hernia was bad. But the truth was that Jill regarded the risks to Joey's health to be negligible, and she had no intention of harming the "community property." Josh, crinkling his forehead, took particular umbrage at her outwardly whimsical attitude, and was about to comment further, when a knock at the front door drew the attention of some of the girls in the living room, who scurried to answer it. On hearing it, Jill said, "I think I had better answer that." She left the bathroom and passed through the living room on her way to answer the front door. But her efforts to answer the front door were anticipated by that of another, who got there first. As Jill was hurriedly approaching the front door, she saw that a girl had already invited Jill's friends inside. Jill didn't see him, but Josh followed her to the door, his molesters also tagging along in curiosity. Kelvin and Teddy also somehow managed to make it to the door to watch. They recognized the visitors as Jill's five friends from the week before; the SAME five girls who had kidnapped Joey, acting on Jill's behalf. Lisa Pitaschii, the driver of the car at the time, and this time too, said to Jill, "We have them. We put them in the trunk of my car, just as we did with Joey last week."

Josh said, "I knew it, and so did Joey: You kidnapped those two missing boys who were on the news. You god damn bitch!"

Jill looked at Josh and said: "Shut the fuck up! Nobody has been kidnapped!"

Josh: "Just like Joey had not been kidnapped last week, right?"

Jill had been cut to the quick, and admitted, half ironically, "Exactly! HHHmmm, exactly right!" Jill didn't know why she was bothering to try and convince them.

Teddy, who also stood by overhearing, said, "Just semantics! It's all a game of semantics with you, isn't it, Jill?"

Jill raised an eye brow and said to him, "Why, Teddy. I AM impressed. I didn't know you knew that word."

Teddy: "You taught me."

Looking back at Teddy, Jill looked uncharacteristically confused. She then shook her head, as if shaking what he had just said, turned on her heel and left outside through the front door. She and her five friends walked to her friend's car outside in the driveway. Lisa opened the drunk with her new automatic keyset. Inside were found two naked hogtied boys, with broad scotch tape around their mouths, to silence them. They were twins, with dark-hair and piercing green eyes. They appeared to be of Italian enthicity. They had slender builds for two 11 year old boys. Despite their evidently Italian lineage, they had aquiline features reminescent of Nordic progeny. They had very fine, attractive features, and weighed around 80 pounds (Mason was 77.4 pounds, and Jesse was 79.11 pounds). Their only real distinguishing features were the slightly different freckle configuration that dotted their faces and sparse parts of their bodies; that, and Jesse had a birthmark on his right thigh (a small blotchy melanin pigmentation about the area of a silver dollar). They were "hairless" all over, aside from a few tiny pre-pubic strands on their scrotums, at the base of their penises. Their penises themselves were about 4 and a half inches flaccid. Both boys looked terror-strickened. Various sex toy paraphernalia lay about them in the trunk, and the boys' anuses looked red and inflamed, as if they had been invaded by one of the sex toys. One of Jill's friends noticed from Jill's expression and eye movement that the latter had put it together and defensively remarked to her, "Well, we had to have some fun with them, hadn't we?" Jill chuckled reassuringly and resonded, "Oh, I know that's right."

Jill then grabbed Jesse, and another of Jill's friends grabbed Mason, and headed back into the house. Josh was watching from the open door, which the last girl out didn't bother to shut. Once Jill and her five friends had re-entered the Weisensteing home, they carried Mason and Jesse into the living area, followed by Josh and Kelvin. Right after the teen aged girls sat the boy captives down in the middle of the living room, on the floor, girls surrounded the two abuctees and began feeling out the two captives' bodies all over. Some of them produced a camera and took pictured of the bodies of the two captive boys. Josh could no longer contain himself, as he blurted, "Those are those two kidnapped boys, aren't they? You fucking bitches went and abducted a couple of boys, didn't you? They're looking for those kids. This time you won't get away with it." As Josh spoke, he could hear Joey yell from the bathroom, "Please, somebody! I can't hold it any longer. PLEASE!!!! I'm begging..." Josh looked towards the bathroom, and then back to Jill, who said, "I had better attend to Joey. I think he's about to spew." She laughed as she said this, but Josh, unmoved, returned a steely gaze. Then Kelvin cut in: "Jill, you're a fucking kidnapper, as well as a pedo-bitch and chomo. I fucking hate you."

Jill, forgetting Joey for the moment, looked back at her audacious little brother and said, "I did not kidnap those two fuckers. Did they say on that earlier news report that the kidnapped boys were dark-haired, green eyed, five-foot three, eighty-pounds and VERY, VERY attractive? DID they? No, they didn't. So these aren't them." Just then, a news anchorman on the television said, in a news flash no one was listening to prior to that point, "...and the two kidnapped boys have dark hair, green eyes, are five foot three inches tall, and are about eighty pounds." Everyone stood there stunned, staring at the TV screen. They then turned to an abashed Jill. As they did so, the news anchor on the TV added, "Oh, and they're VERY attractive." Jill said, in her defense, "They only included one 'very' there. I said very, VERY!" The boys looked back at the hair-splitting Jill, seething.

Jill looked stone-faced and stout-hearted as she said, "OK, well, doesn't matter anyway. These boys can match all the descriptions they want, so long as their names don't match. That is not Jesse and Mason Eniarwers laying there in the middle of the living room," she said, pointing to the latter. Just then, a SWAT team with FBI insignia burst through the front door and into the living room, shouting, "Freeze, you're under arrest for the kidnap of Jesse and Mason Eniarwers, eerr, laying there in the middle of the living room." Jill rolled her eyes and said, as casually as if she was only losing an argument, "Ohhh, for crying out loud!"

Just then, Joey bellowed from the bathroom, "I can't hold it any longer, please...PLEEEAASE!!!!!"

End of part 46

"New Babysitter," part XLVII, by Gerste

Josh couldn't believe his eyes. Had Jill finally been brought to justice? If all excitement were sexual, and Josh's penis didn't feel so over-abused, he would surely have had the biggest erection since "Long-Dong Silvers" realized his sexual prowess as a porn-star. Josh stared as the head of operations for homeland security ordered Jill to her knees, hands behind her neck, and apprised her of her rights as a new ward or detainee of the federal system. He stared in disbelief, which then turned to elation, and that, to euphoria. "Finally, Jill is going to get hers," thought Josh as he stood there still naked, hands still bound, girls still molesting his penis. Josh was so busy focusing on Jill's arrest, unfolding before his very eyes, that he hardly noticed that the arresting party didn't seem to do a thing about the girls, who were still busily molesting all the boys, including Mason and Jesse. Mason and Jesse, still bound and gagged while laying in the middle of the living area, seemed to plead with their eyes for the officers to put a stop to the molestation and untie them, but the officers seemed preoccupied with Jill's arrest for the moment. Josh, in the meantime, was just relieved that it was all "over," so to speak. Now order was going to be restored to the universe, thought Josh, injustices redressed, all wrongs righted and every boy avenged... Josh's thoughts were like a soliloquy from "The Grapes of Wrath," as he stood there, contemplating how it could have all gone so wrong, before the harbingers of justice could finally break into this insanity and set everything aright and....and....

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"Jill Wounderad?" Josh could hear one of the officers say, easing Josh out of his hazy, wayward abstraction. Josh heard it again, "Jill Wounderad, is that you?" She answered the officer in a voice that sounded like her best failed Valley Girl impression, "EEEeeYAHHH." In translation, "Of course it's me, you dumb shit!" Then Josh listened in utter horror and disbelief as the officer said, "Guys, put your weapons down. Don't you know who this is? It's Jill Wounderad!" Somehow the news didn't seem all that earth-shattering and revelatory to Josh, who already knew that. What he didn't know was why that should accompany awe and weapon-dropping; especially the weapon-dropping—that part really "pissed him off." So far from inspiring, Jill's name struck horror in Josh. Then, as if that were not anomolous enough, the arresting party seemed to fall all over themselves to apologize to Jill. Jill stood back up and said, "Who's responsible for this outrage? You people should have known that we have legal immunity to carry out this court ordered activity. Their bodies, and particularly their genitals, are public domain. And besides, what do boys have on their bodies to hide? This should be the norm; and will be, if I can help it."

Right before Josh's eyes, within moments, the arresting party transformed from being the disciplined gallant superheroes of law enforcement into a cluster of apologetic sycophants and doting yes-men, flailing about to keep their jobs. The head of homeland security himself looked as nervous and anxious as Donald Trump at a fundraiser. Jill was already calling her connections on her cellphone in order to complain about the so-called "intrusion." But the head of operations for homeland security was able to charm her into setting the matter, and her cellphone, aside. Said he to her, "Well, we were only concerned for the kidnapped boys', eeerrr, I mean, comandeered boys' saftey. Now that we see that you have requisitioned them for official purposes at your discretion, we will inform the parents that they are in safekeeping in your care until you deem it expedient to restore them to their parents." Jill deigned to answer in her typical condescending manner, "Well, I should hope this kind of unprofessionalism is not rife among your numbers. I should hate to have to inform my superiors of this act of impropriety." Josh felt like he was going to be sick. He stared at Jill from across the room with utter loathing and disgust. Josh's focus was transfixed solely on Jill for what seemed like a long time. Josh telescopically concentrated his visual focus on her so hard, that those surrounding Jill faded to black before him and their chatter became just so much white noise, drowned out by Josh's concentration on only one objective: confront Jill. Emboldened by his anger, Josh began to march toward her, ignoring the angry protests of the girls who were fonddling and fingering him at that point. (Denying a girl her inherent "right" to fondle his genitals was grounds for punishment in itself; but Josh didn't care at that moment.) His tunnel vision led him right up to Jill, six feet away from her. There he stopped and stared at her face, which was preoccupied with speaking to the men of law enforcement. Jill felt as if two laser lights were trained on her face, and so turned her head to see Josh boring a hole through her visage with his eyes. When Josh saw that he had her attention, he spoke: "How can you get away with kidnapping those boys? You have to be stopped once and for all. No more of this! No more, I tell you! NO MORE!!!" Josh choked up as he paused, then continued: "This isn't fucking right! You can't just up and kidnap two innocent boys and then be treated like royalty! But not only are you not arrested, but those 'guardians of justice' there are actually apologizing for trying to arrest you. How are you above the law, anyways? What are you? Spectre?" The whole room fell silent. Everyone in the room was looking at this boy who had the chutzpah to actually stand up to Jill, when even higher-ups didn't dare to do so. Even the girls had stopped molesting the boys long enough to see the bold spectacle. The silence was so deafening, you could hear a penis drop. In fact...

...Slap..."oooohhh, aaahhh...damnnnn!!!"

Josh thought he heard a penis drop in just such a semi-proverbial fashion...

"AAaaahh, ouuuchhh..."

Josh, and everyone else in the room, looked to see who was making that infernal noise, which was detracting from the solemnity of the moment. He turned his head to see Teddy, vigorously rubbing his scrotum against the corner of a living-room table with his hips, in an attempt to relieve the itching sensation on his testacles. He had taken advantage of the momentary cessation of molestation to "scratch" his itchy scrotum. Josh said to him, with near theatrical indignation, "Dude, what are you doing? We're making our last stand here, and you're fucking the edge of a table?" Teddy responded, "Sorry, dude, but my fucking nuts itch. This pubic hair re-growth is fucking killing me. And since I see that the cavalry over there has made a pact with the Indians, I don't think I'm going to get any relief otherwise any time soon..."

Jill said to Teddy: "I think I can help with that, Ted. I'm sure a good spanking will take your mind off that itch." Hearing that, Teddy's eyes got big. Immediately, he stopped doing what he was doing and stood there at attention. Jill continued, "And as for you, Josh..." The head of homeland security broke in: "Jill, if you'd like, we can haul his ass downtown for 'questioning.' He has some damn nerve talking to you that way!" "No," said Jill, "I have something better for them, or rather, worse. 'Better' BECAUSE worse."

Josh's bravado was proving to be a fruitless effort. What good is backbone, when one has you by the literal "balls"? Josh's rock-like resolve melted to molten lava. Just then, Joey called from the bathroom again, "I swear, I'm about to blow..." The head of homeland security said to an officer standing by, "Look into that," to which the latter replied, "Right away, sir," and left for the bathroom. Jill looked at Josh and said, "We'll see how much balls you have when all five of you get spanked for your arrogance, you god damn spineless conceited little twerp." Moments later, the officer returned with his report and said, "It was only a boy getting his enema by a bunch of girls." The head of homeland securely then turned to Jill, apologized profusely for his "impertinence," and left with his team through the front door. Once they had gone, Joey again screamed, "I'm about to blow!" Jill made a mad dash to the bathroom, followed by Josh and Kelvin. Just before arriving at the bathroom, they heard Joey utter, "SHIIIIT!" When they arrived at the bathroom door, they saw the huge fecal puddle on the floor under Joey's buttocks, which was still leaking the vestiges of liquified feces.

Seeing it, Jill said, "Shit!" Having her hand in it, because she was next to Joey when he "exploded," a girl said, "Shit!" And minutes later, being punished for it, Josh said, "Shit!"...

Josh said this while he and the four other boys were standing, with legs wide apart, bent over at the waist, ready for their spanking for Joey's accident. Jill and the girls had cleaned up both Joey snd the bathroom mess before collecting all five boys for their spanking for Joey's "recalcitrant" act of relieving himself without permission. Jill and four of her five friends each had a paddle in hand, ready to whack the five boys' buttocks whenever Jill gave the word. Jill said, just before doing so, "You boys are being punished because Joey here could not hold in his enema solution. You're lucky I don't send your asses to prison for this flagrant act of open defiance."

Joey: "But I couldn't hold it. I warned you over and over."

Jill: "Shut up, boy. That's no excuse. I told you this would be the mother of all spankings. For the first half, we're going to wack your spread assholes with these paddles, some thirty times. For the second part, we're going to use the belt, 25 times across the buttocks, and another 25 across the anus, alternately. You got that?" The boys, who had their heads literally between their legs, upside down, nodded. Jill then said to her fellow "lictors," "Girls, on my lead begin." They readied their aim, and began when Jill made the first strike on Josh's buttocks. They then proceeded to give each of their assigned boys 30 whacks across the buttocks. Jill noted that Josh might not be able to handle 30, so she skipped every other one. The boys were wailing as the paddles bit into their flesh. After thirty strikes, and fifteen for Josh, Jill and her teen minions exchanged their paddles for the belt. When Jill made the first strike with the belt on Josh's buttocks, the others followed her lead, criss-crossing their strokes at regular intervals so that half the strikes landed evenly on the buttocks, and half in the valley of the buttocks, where the ani lie. Again the boys were screaming from the pain. Jill again delivered only about half the blows to Josh. Jill's teenaged lackies were told ahead of time to stop spanking the boys if they drew blood. None of the girls drew blood while spanking them, and so they didn't stop short of the full count (Jill excepted).

After the spanking, Jill ordered the boys to stand upright. They immediately complied, facing forward in her direction. Jill then added, "Josh, I bet you think I've forgotten the little scene you created earlier this evening, by embarrassing me before law enforcement. For that, all five of you boys will pay dearly. You all five have another spanking coming for that before the evening is out. For remember: when one of you is punished, all five of you are punished." This last statement from Jill was a humiliating blow to Josh's ego, since he actually thought he might have gained ground by standing up to Jill in the presence of law enforcement earlier. He would be 007 to her "man" Spectre. But alas, it were all for naught. Not only had he not gained in the fight against Jill's atrocities, but he set the boys back. Jill had won this round as well. She always won; while they always lost against her. And with this latest interaction between her and the powers that be, it became apparent to Josh just how invincible and resourceful Jill had become with her source of connections. Josh had summoned the courage to speak his mind, only to have it backfire once more, with a vengeance—HERS.

Josh looked over at Teddy and said, "At least the pain on your bottum has gotten your mind off your itchy balls." Looking down at his testacles, Teddy said, "Fuck! Why did you have to remind me?"

End of part 47

"New Babysitter," part XLVIII, by Gerste

After all five boy's were spanked for Joey's accidental exretion, their hands were retied behind their backs, and they were compelled to stand there in the living room while girls again fondled their penises, testacles and anal cavities. As the effects of the spanking faded, Josh inadvertantly reminded Teddy of his itchy scrotum and pubic region (what the girls called "Teddy's public region"). Since Teddy's pubic hair, which Jill had the girls pluck and shave the week before, was growing back, the result was that it pricked and irritated his skin around those areas. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to scratch them. But doing so was against the rules. Not only that, but doing so proved practically impossible with his hands bound behind his back. The itch filled him with such mental anguish, he wanted to rub his scrotum against the polyester rug, in the hopes that even a "rug burn" would offer some fleeting sense of temporary relief from the burning itch. However, he was not permitted to break away from the girls who were molesting him at that moment. He even asked them to at least scratch his testacles, since they were already fondling them, and he wasn't allowed to; but the girls just laughed and told him in so many words that his torment made them "hot."

Josh, who was also standing there being molested by girls, felt some sense of responsibility for reminding Teddy a minute ago of the prickly sensations in his groin. But more even than that, Tedy and the other boys blamed Josh for his attempt to stand up to Jill, which brought further punishment on all five boys. Josh tried to apologize for that, as Teddy's countenance were twisting and contorting in obvious discomfort regarding his itchiness:

Josh: "I'm sorry, guys. I'm afraid I did more harm than good by challenging Jill."

Kyle: "Well, next time keep your fucking mouth shut. I'm not looking forward to that spanking tonight for something YOU did. It's all your fault, for spouting off at the mouth." As Kyle was saying this, girls were molesting his genitals and anus, as well as those of Joey, Kelvin, Josh and of course Teddy, who were all still standing in the living room just moments after their spanking. And of course, the girls were also all over captives Mason and Jesse, like flies on sweat.

Teddy: "Yeah, Josh, thanks a hell of a lot, gay boy. What did you think you were doing, anyways?" Just then, Teddy paused and looked down and said, "UUuhh! This fucking itch!" Teddy squirmed as he said this last part. As he did, a girl of 13 who was molesting his penis told him to "stand still, so we girls can feel that dick, nut sack and ring of yours...I mean, ours."

Kelvin came to Josh's defense: "Guys, don't go so hard on Josh. He meant well, and I think we're getting punished no matter what. It's so unfair that all are punished for the actions of one."

Jill, who was standing there listening, interjected, "Unfair, you say?"

All five boys looked up in fright, as none of them realized that Jill was still standing there listening. They stood speechless.

Jill continued: "OK, I'll agree that it is unfair that all five of you get punished for the midsdeeds of one."

The boys looked at each other, baffled, wondering if she was reversing herself. Kelvin was the first to respond: "Yeah, well, not only is it unfair to punish all for the wrong-doing of one, but that one in this case, Joey, didn't even do anything wrong."

Jill fired back: "No, dumb shit, I didn't mean it was unfair because it included all five of you, but because it didn't include all seven of you. Mason and Jesse, our guests, were left out of the punishment. How is that 'fair' to them!" Again, the boys looked at each other, too frightened to respond, but this time not surprised.

Jill then told the girls to untie Jesse and Mason and lead him to her. As the girls were untying Jesse and Mason, in accordance with Jill's instruction, Jill was on her cellphone, raising her lawyer: "Hello," she said, "Mrs. Dundringse? I would like you to do me a favor. Homeland security and the FBI were here to arrest me earlier, acting on an anonymous tip by some busybody do-gooder. I want you to investigate whoever's responsible and get me the names and ages of all the sons they have. The ones under 15 will pay for this affront." She paused, listening to her lawyer's response. Josh and the other five boys standing there strained to make out what was being said on the other end of the phone, but were not able. She continued: "Yes, and also, I'd like the names of the sons of the arresting party who are from the ages of 8 to 14. They shall pay by being under Josh's nudity rules. I indulged our presumptuous intruders by assuring them I will not have them fired, but that does not mean I won't make their cute little sons 'pay.'"

Listening to her cellphone conversation, Josh and Kelvin looked at each other. Josh looked angry, again. Kelvin said to him, "Josh, don't say anything, or it's our asses, literally." Sensing his hopelessness, Josh's aspect turned melancholy.

Jill, continuing: "Thanks, Mrs. Dundringse, I knew you'd see things my way. We'll talk more. Goodbye."

As Jill disconnected the cellphone, six girls, ages 11 through 15, approached Jill, leading Mason and Jesse Eniarwers behind them by the penis. Said one of these girls, a 12 year old, "Jill, thanks for bringing in these boys of ours to play with. Their hella hot." Another of their number remarked, "Yeah, I could play with their dicks and asses all day." Jill repsonded, "You're welcome, girls. But you really don't have to thank me. You have a right to them. But for now, it's time for their spanking. Then we'll take detailed pictures of them and put them online for everyone to see." The two twins looked horrified. Jesse and Mason began to speak at the same time, but Jesse stopped and let Mason speak instead: "Please let us go. If our mother and father knew what you did, they'd make you pay! Please, we want to go home." Jill looked at them with unfeeling affectation and said, "Your parents already know where you're at by now. But we'll see if they react as you say. But in the meantime, it's bare-ass spanking time. Get them into position." The girls bent the two standing boys over. Again, the anuses were exposed. Jill and Lisa, who had driven the twins there, proceeded to spank Mason and Jesse as four of Jill's friends had done to the other boys earlier. Once they were done, the girls stood the boys up, as Jill said, "As long as you're our guests, when one boy gets punished, all five get punished. Got that?" The two boys nodded, wide eyed and terrified. Jill then order her friends to lead the twins to the camera set-up for a photoshoot, in the corner of the living room. Once there, Jill took pictures of the twins in various positions and poses which eventually exposed every inch of their nude bodies to the camera, including genitals and anuses. Most shots included their faces, and several included close-ups of their anuses and genitals from all angles. Nothing was left to the imagination, just like in all of the other photoshoots of the boys under "Josh's nudity rudes" (named for the boy who was its first victim). She then uploaded the images, in huge, digital detail, to a site online, which automatically informed the millions who had seen Josh's, and the other boys', nudes that an update had occurred. The twins watched in horror as the recorded hits climbed to thousands within minutes. Jesse fainted, and was revived by Jill through smelling salt. Jill warned Jesse that if he fainted again, all seven boys would be punished. Lisa laughed and said to Jill, "Oh, Jill, you should be more charitable and indulgent." Jill sensed that her meaning was more jest than gist, and so she responded, laughing, "I am indulgent. Can't you see how I treat them?" Lisa responded, laughing: "I'm not talking about that kind of 'indulgent.'" Both laughed.

After that, Jill ordered the girls to once more hogtie Mason and Jesse, with their legs beneath the knees free. As they were doing so, Jill turned to Joey, who was trying to be inconspicuous (though his genitals and anus were getting plenty of female attention), and said to him, "Come along, Joey. We're not done with your enemas. And this time, you had better hold your water, or else."

End of part 48

"New Babysitter," part XLIX, by Gerste

Jill subjected Joey to four more grueling enemas before she would call it good. When the water gushing from Joey's anus ran clear, and no stool samples remained therein, she then retrieved the money in a baggie and inserted it up Joey's anal canal. After her digital prodding, and some help from a small broom handle, the money "pouch" came to rest on the horizontal "plateau" of Joey's lower large intestines. Josh watched in disgust from the bathroom door, shaking his head, while barely noticing as girls played with his penis and anus all the while. As Josh pondered the conundrum of Jill, he could not fathom for the life of him how she became such an ineluctable presence. She was only a high school student herself, so why did lawmen answer to her? Why did judges write her 'dispensations' for high crimes? Why did lawyers pull strings on her behalf? "What was her story, anyways?" thought Josh...

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FIVE WEEKS EARLIER

Jill Wounderad: "But why do we have to visit aunt Heilsdrenz today? I don't know this fucking skank. Of what interest are we to her?"

Mrs. Wounderad: "Who really knows what she wants with us? Aunt Heilsdrenz has always been a bit on the eccentric side. But hey, she's rich. Maybe she wants to write you into her will. Whatever you do, Jill, try to make her happy."

Jill and Mrs. Wounderad pulled into the parking lot of "The Law Offices of Mrs. Dundringse's" and parked the car. Both females got out of the car, walked up to the door of the suite reserved for Mrs. Dundringse, and entered. They were waived in by the secretary and entered an office. It was then that they saw Jill's Aunt Heilsdrenz. She greeted Mrs. Wounderad and Jill warmly, pointed to a couple of leather chairs facing her desk and invited her two "guests" to take a seat. Once sitting, Mrs. Wounderad noticed that there was, in fact, two women behind the desk. Mrs. Heilsdrenz said:"Good morning, dear. I'm glad you could make it, both of you. Allow me to introduce to you Mrs. Dundringse. She's my lawyer." Since it was Mrs. Dundringse's law firm, it struck Mrs. Wounderad as strange that Mrs. Heilsdrenz should be the one sitting behind the main desk.

Jill and her mother looked at each other before Mrs. Wounderad looked back at Mrs. Heilsdrenz and said, "What's this about, Nicole?" Nicole was Mrs. Heilsdrenz's first name.

Mrs. Heilsdrenz: "I see you're a person of pressing concerns, so I'll get right to the point." Then, turning to Jill, she continued: "It has been brought to my attention that your extra-curricular activity at school is, shall we say, interesting."

Jill looked confused and said, "I don't have a lot of extra-curricular activity."

Mrs. Heilsdrenz: "I mean to refer to your activity with boys."

Jill looked nervous, as did Jill's mother. Mrs. Heilsdrenz continued: "It seems that you are in the habit of pantsing boys, down to the bare. And we are not talking high schoolers here, but there are innumerable incidents during which you are said to have de-pantsed middle-school boys and elemtary-school aged boys, and to have fondled them."

Jill: "I'm not being sued here, am I?"

Mrs. Heilsdrenz: "Jill, Jill, I'm your aunt, for Christ's sake. Why would I have anything to do with a lawsuit from your school?"

Mrs. Wounderad: "Then what is this all about?"

Mrs. Heilsdrenz: "And you, Joanne [Mrs. Wounderad's first name], there have been numerous complaints from your boys that you play with their penises and still bath them, and that in front of their sisters, whilst you afford your daughters the strictest privacy."

Mrs. Wounderad: "Have those little shits, my boys, been complaining to the police again. Those lying bastards. I'm going to fuck them up..."

Mrs. Heilsdrenz: "Don't worry, girls. I'm on your side. I'm a boylover myself. I think all boys from the ages of eight until the age of fifteen should be compelled to be nude in front of us females 24/7, and I intend to involve you two in my quest to see that happen."

Mrs. Wounderad and Jill looked even more nervous. Mrs. Wounderad spoke up: "Are you trying to entrap us? Is this a fucking sting? Because you can tell your people down at the station that it didn't work."

Mrs. Heilsdrenz: "I assure you, this is no trap. If this were a trap, you'd be downtown talking to the D.A., whom I know personally, by the way. No, I assure you I'm quite in earnest about my endeavor to make every boy at your school and in your district, and in many other places, into nude works of art for us girls to admire and play with. But I see you need some convincing." Mrs. Heilsdrenz dimmed the lights and turned on the slideshow projector she had behind the desk. It projected onto a huge screen on one wall of the office. It showed detailed images of slender, attactive boys, around the ages of 9 to 14, nude from every angle. The images showed everything on the circumcized boys. She said as she displayed the images, "These boys stay with me at my mansion. They're nude all the time, and I have all my guests fondle all their body parts all the time. I especially like to subject them to the perennial scrutiny of girls and women. At present, I have 73 such boys." She then pushed a buzzer on the side of her desk and spoke into an intercom, saying, "Bring in little William." She looked at her two female guests and added with a chuckle, "We call him Willy for short, after the male member by the same name." A nude, attractive, circumcized, blond-haired boy entered the office and said to Mrs. Heilsdrenz, "Yes ma'am?" Mrs. Heilsdrenz said to him, "Willy," and she felt his as she said this, "I want you to 'accomodate' our guests." Hearing this, the boy walked up to Mrs. Wounderad and said, "Would you two like to feel my dick and ballsack, and my asshole? They're not mine, you know. They belong to everyone else." Jill's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her skull. She reached down and began to molest the boy, as did Jill's mother. They proceeded to examine the boy's every inch of skin. Jill said his female owner, "Would you mind if I pay a visit to your boy harem?" Mrs. Heilsdrenz responded to her: "Not at all. That's why they're there."

Jill: "I'm very interested in your scheme to make all attractive boys into such pliable, docile boytoys."

Mrs. Heilsdrenz: "Well, let me tell you about that. Provided you keep my vision as your directive, I will place at your disposal judges, authorities and politicians, who are simply pawns to me. Also, to that end, you may also wish to enlist the services of my lawyer here, Mrs. Dundringse. You can utililize them with a view to fulfilling my scheme of turning society into a nude boy paradise for us female boylovers. You will have ample leeway to act at your prerogative, only I want these boys nude. What do boys have to hide, anyways? They should all be nude, at all times, before whomever and whenever."

Jill turned to her mother and said, "I love this bitch. A lady after my own heart." The three of them emotionally bonded from that point on.

Mrs. Heilsdrenz: "Jill, I have arranged for you to start babysitting a very attractive nine year old boy by the name of Joshua Weisenstieng. He will be your first vicim. You will branch out from there. One of my subsidiaries is owned by a man of mercantile trades, who has excelled in the culinary arts, and specializes in chicken sales. He manages a restaurant called 'The Prime Chicken,' of which I'm three-quarters owner. USE it..."

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BACK TO THE PRESENT

After Jill cleaned up Joey following his last enema, she emerged from the bathroom and announced that it was time for the five boys, accompanied by about 15 girls, to make the trip on foot to "The Prime Chicken." She enlisted the help of 15 volunteers plus herself, and made sure the rest stayed behind to ensure the two captives, Jesse and Mason, "were not lonely." Josh was still staring at Jill, wondering about what lay behind her inscrutable ascendancy.

(The End)