The Pet Sitter

Sarah looked around the room confused, not sure where she was and what happened to her. The room was mostly dark with only a couple of lights illuminating her immediate area. She would try to rub her eyes, but her arm was stuck in a weird position and then continued to try, thinking that it was sore but once again it wouldn’t reach her face. Another attempt was made with her right hand and nothing, she couldn’t get it up. It was then she looked down to see her lower arms wrapped against her forearms with black tape. She would try to pull them apart, but the tape was too strong, only making herself look ridiculous as she wiggled her stumped arms around. “What the fuck!” She yelled out to the room.

The giggle nearby would make her realize she wasn’t alone, looking just a few feet behind her head to see the teenage girl she was supposed to be taking care of cover her mouth as she seemed amused by her predicament. Sarah would look up at her with a look full of fury, “What did you do to me? Did you drug my food!? You little fucking brat! When I get out of here, I’m going to call your parents and tell th---mmmmpphhhhhhh!” Chelsea had placed her hands over Sarah’s mouth, cutting her off mid-sentence. 

“I don’t think you’re in the position of calling anyone, let alone my parents. Plus, I don’t plan on letting you bark too much.” She would keep her hands pressed on the restrained girl’s mouth, even as she tried to shake her head back and forth. “Listen, I’m not done talking yet. I think you should know how the next four weeks are going to go pet. I think I will do whatever I want, and you can do nothing to stop me. Next, you will be kept restrained so you can’t try to call my parents or anyone at all for help. In fact, you will be my personal pet and I will train you to be the best doggy anyone could ask for.” That made Sarah’s eyes nearly bulge out as she screamed as loud as she could under the smaller girl’s hand. Chelsea just smiled at the hopeless situation the older girl is in.

Now she had a choice, she didn’t want to hear the sitter try to reason her way out of this situation, even though more likely she would yell more obscenities and threats. Chelsea decided to give her one last word before she shut her up for the foreseeable future. She would lift her hand from the girl’s face, her drool covering her palm, and wipe it on Sarah’s shirt. The moment her mouth was free she immediately started to yell, “Listen you stupid brat, when I get out of here, I plan on making sure you are punished by your parents, which will be after I beat some humility into you. So save us both the trouble and-“She would be cut off again, this time a rolled up wad of fabric entered her mouth. Before Sarah could spit it out, the teen would begin ripping off pieces of black tape and place them over her lips until she had nearly a half dozen strips of tape covering her entire lower face. Sarah would wiggle her stumped arms trying to rub them off, but she would fail and instead choose to yell under the tape, but the muffled screaming didn’t faze the skinny girl grinning above her. 

Sarah kept expressing anger through her eyes but slowly a small amount of worry began to creep through her expression as she began to realize that she was truly helpless. Now gagged and fully restrained, Sarah could only look helplessly as the teen began to reach down to fondle her defenseless body. She was glad she was still dressed though her shorts and tank top did little to cover her. The teen’s hands would slide into her tank top and fondle her full breasts, squeezing them softly then moving them around and toying with them. She would pull them out of the top of her tank top then let them hang free. Sarah could do nothing but swing her stumped arms and legs around trying to get the girl’s hands off her, even rolling her body back and forth but nothing worked. Chelsea let her waste her energy as she uselessly rolled back and force because as soon as she stopped, the girl would just go back to playing with her again. 

Now breathing a little more heavily through her nose, Sarah would choose to lay there and close her eyes, wishing this was just a dream. Chelsea would send the sitter back to reality as she brough her hand down hard across her left breast, “Hey, don’t try to ignore me. If I want to play with your fat utters, I will!” She slapped her right breast now causing the older girl to yelp through the gag. The teen didn’t stop, slapping her breasts again and again until they began to feel hot and tender from the impacts. The sitter’s eyes that were full of rage only moments before, began to plead with the teen but it did nothing to stop her as she reached out next to her and picked up a sharp-looking pair of scissors. Sarah’s eyes would open wide as the girl pressed the cold steel of the scissors down her chest then between her breasts until she reached the top of her tank top. She would place the fabric between the two steel blades then Sarah would hear a snip as she cut her top which would be followed by more and more snips until Chelsea ripped the sitter’s top open completely.

Sarah closed her eyes again hoping it was over but would soon feel the cold steel against her stomach as it went towards the hem of her shorts. She would raise her head and look down at what the girl was doing then began to shake her head and beg through her gag as she began to cut her shorts apart until she lay there only in her panties. The younger girl took her time, playing with the scissors against her skin, reaching towards the side of her panties then pulling away. She took her time as the older girl felt helpless and humiliated by the teen. Then she would finally cut one side of the band letting part of the underwear fly open. She would slide the scissors to the opposite side then ‘snip’ the other band was cut allow the teen to roughly pull the panties off Sarah leaving her bare naked on the cold hard floor. 

There was nothing Sarah could do as she tried to use her stumped limbs to cover herself but failed miserably. She never felt so vulnerable, trying to always present herself as strong and confident to those around her but now, she was on the verge of tears as the teen, who she was supposed to be in charge of, ran her fingers across her naked body causing Sarah to lash out and thrash one last time. All that would do was cause her to tire herself out as Chelsea just sat and watched, a smug grin on her privileged face. Soon Sarah was lying on her back, her head facing away from the teen and her chest moving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. It was useless, there was no way out of her bindings, and she didn’t even have the ability to yell for help though she didn’t think about the fact that they were alone in this big house secluded in the countryside. Her freedom depended on the eighteen-year-old, hopefully getting bored soon and letting her go.