[I. The Katie Saga] First Blood
Katie was what she referred to herself as a normal girl. She wasn’t particularly popular or unpopular. She wasn’t a good girl or a bad girl. In other words, she was pretty average in many ways.
Tonight, she had taken a job babysitting some girl named Roxanne on the other side of town. She instantly knew this part of Hazelville. It was the rich person’s playground. Giant mansions with acres of space spread out for miles around. But it didn’t bother her too much. Roxanne’s father had already told her where to find the key, inside a coded lockbox alongside the enormous wrought iron front gate.
“Looks like Mr. Burn’s mansion from the Simpsons,” Katie muttered to herself.
She typed in the code, and two small brass keys unveiled themselves. The larger of the two unlocked the front gate, which opened with a creak. Venturing up the little hill to the front doors, she peered at the stained glass. Rich pink with black vines.
Katie unlocked the front door and stepped into the entrance hall. Immediately, an enormous staircase greeted her, with two rooms flanking off to the sides. Silence. Nobody to greet her but a pleasant smell of citrus drifting through the air.
She put her thoughts to the back of her mind and smoothed down her shirt. She was wearing a stylish black hat, a dark grey zip-up coat, an off-white shirt, black skinny jeans, and brown sneakers.
“Roxanne! It’s Katie, your babysitter.”
No reply.
But Roxanne was already watching her.
***
Roxanne knew Katie was coming the moment she started entering the code into the key box outside. She’d rigged it with an alarm that had been linked to her phone.
Right now, Roxanne was inside what she affectionally called her war room. It was in one of the many hidden rooms throughout the mansion. This one was hidden behind a bookcase in her room. It was a little cliché, but even a nonconformist could enjoy a little conformity sometimes. However, did secret rooms count as conformity? She didn’t know.
Anyway, Roxanne had an entire bank of screens sitting in front of her, each linked to the various hidden cameras around the home. So far, Roxanne hadn’t left her sight once.
She grabbed the microphone sitting next to her keyboard. “Hey Katie, how’s it going?”
Katie almost jumped out of her skin in the reception area. “Holy shit!”
“Roxanne? Where are you?”
“I’ll be down soon. Just make yourself at home.”
She could see Katie’s expression crystal clear. Her eyes scanned for the speakers hidden in the dark recesses of the mansion. The interaction had clearly spooked her.
Roxy leaned back in her chair and threw one leg over the other.
Bingo. Nervous girl. Doesn’t know what she’s doing. This one will be fun. Now, just to see where she goes first, and then the fun can begin. Maybe she’s never heard of me? WHY has she never heard of me?
Roxanne watched as she moved with trepidation away from the hallway and to the right. The TV room. She reached over her shoulder toward the shelf and picked up a remote control with an aerial attached.
***
Katie stepped into the TV room. It was relatively bare, with a wooden floor, a giant TV mounted on the wall above a fireplace, and a set of white leather corner sofas surrounding a rug. Pretty simple and pretty classy.
She felt awkward standing here in someone else’s house, having not seen a single human. Was there something wrong here?
Her head snapped to the side as she heard a buzzing sound. It almost sounded like a very large mosquito, but there were no mosquitos here at this time of year. Katie followed the sound. It was getting closer and closer.
Around the corner from where she came, a drone arrived. It was an ordinary drone that anyone would fly in the park. It stopped in front of her, hanging in the air. Nothing strange about that other than it was in the house. Roxanne must be just some silly kid trying to play a prank on her.
“Roxanne?” she called out.
The drone hung there for a few seconds before it darted for her head. Katie dodged out of the way as it skittered past her. What was that?
The drone now hung in the middle of the room, gazing at her again. It rotated for a moment before it sped toward her again. This time, Katie managed to move out of the way again as it whizzed past her shoulder.
But this time, the drone didn’t stop to taunt her. It turned in the air and darted toward her. She stumbled backward and fell onto her behind. Her hat tumbled off her head as the shock caused her chestnut hair to fly over her face.
Clearing the hair from her eyes, she rolled over and grasped her hat as the drone returned from where it came from.
Already, she started to sense that this kid could be a handful. But she was determined to play it calm.
With the drone gone, the house fell into an eerie silence again. Katie climbed to her feet and smoothed down her clothes.
“Roxanne! Come down here. I want to meet you.”
No answer. She was beginning to grasp how this was. It was probably a game with a silly nine-year-old whose dad had bought her a drone for Christmas. She’d play along for now, but that wasn’t going to last for long.
Katie decided the best thing was to begin exploring the rest of the house. She spied a closed door on the other side of the TV room. Her ears were still pricked for the sound of that drone coming back.
She pulled at the door and saw a glimpse of a spotless, gleaming white kitchen. But she didn’t get a chance to see it for long as a bulky punching bag piece of leather came flying up from the floor, clocking her in the jaw.
Katie went down immediately, holding her face. “Owwww.”
The sting of the red leather had stung her but hadn’t caused any damage. Once again, her hat had flown off her head. She turned over, searching for it, and saw the booby trap Roxanne had left for her. A floor trap that was triggered by someone opening the door.
She imagined the child giggling to herself. She was only a child, so she couldn’t be far away. Katie figured out that she must be hiding in a cupboard or a closet or something. This was just a game of hide and seek. Once she found her hiding place, it would be over, and they could have a normal evening.
Replacing her hat for the second time, she wished she’d taken the time to ask her father some questions so that she knew what she was getting into.
Katie kicked the fallen punching bag aside as she stepped into the kitchen. As expected, it was modern, contemporary, and spotless. Truth be told, it didn’t look like anyone had ever cooked a meal before in their lives.
She peered around the vast space and at the masses of cupboards high and low. Although Katie strained to hear a sound, she couldn’t. Either this kid was a hide-and-seek expert, or she wasn’t here at all.
Katie began peering into the cupboards. It's neat and tidy, but there's no sign of Roxanne anywhere. Not even a sound.
She was stumped. This mansion was huge. It must have at least 30 rooms. She didn’t want to get lost wandering the halls. Katie sighed as she finished covering half of the kitchen’s cupboards with no luck.
“Okay, Roxanne, you win. This isn’t funny anymore.”
Katie took an aimless turn around the kitchen, intending to go through the other door on the opposite side. Somewhere in the mansion, Roxanne pressed a button just in time.
Katie opened the door, not paying much attention to her surroundings and not learning from the last time she opened a door. The threshold had extended a few inches upwards at the click of Roxanne’s button. Not enough to be noticeable, but more than enough for a normal human not to lift their foot high enough.
She saw what looked to be a second garage leading out into the rear grounds. There was no car inside. Just a bare, empty space with an automatic light illuminating it.
Katie moved out of the kitchen, and her sneakers instantly caught the extended threshold. She screamed as she tumbled down the four steps leading onto the garage floor. The force of the fall made her roll forward a few feet, leaving her crumpled in a heap.
For the third time, her hat rolled away from her grasp.
***
Still watching her bank of surveillance cameras, Roxanne smirked as she watched Katie tumble down the stairs and into the garage. It wasn’t a flashy invention, but it had never failed to trip one of her babysitters yet.
But this slapstick comedy was only her entrée. It amused her, but this wasn’t why she was here. She was here to embarrass Katie. The whole point of these harmless pranks was to keep her victims off-guard. No, what really turned her on was seeing some skin. Not her own, of course, never. She was a voyeur, not an exhibitionist.
Okay, that’s that done. I think it’s time to get a little closer to Katie. Watching the best part through the camera just isn’t the same as watching it live. Still, got to be careful. I don’t want her to see me just yet. It’s always fun to keep up the mystery.
Roxanne got up from her chair and clicked a remote in her pocket. Another entrance appeared that linked her war room to the rest of the house. She began making her way downstairs. This mansion had been built and rebuilt long ago, meaning even her father didn’t really know about all these secret passages.
After expanding them herself during her father’s business trip, she now had access to every area of the mansion, allowing her to appear and reappear like a demon.
By the time she reached the little opening that looked into the garage (cleverly hidden by a vent covering), Katie had already retrieved her hat and gotten to her feet. She was on jelly legs and seemed much warier now.
Roxanne got her first glimpse of Katie in the flesh.
Hmmmm, cute face. But anyway…
She picked up the homemade variation of a lasso gun that she’d made herself. Although she had versions of the lasso gun, her tripwire gun was just designed to trip. Roxanne positioned it through the vent and aimed.
It fired, letting off a little hiss. The strong wire landed behind her, making Katie jump, her head on a swivel. Roxanne clicked the retractor button, and the wire shot against Katie’s legs, sweeping through them and forcing her to fall over yet again. The hat once again rolled away.
By the time Katie found herself looking up at the lights, the wire was already back in its holder, and Roxanne’s deed was done.
***
Katie watched her hat flop away yet again. This was getting ridiculous. How the hell did that even happen? One second, she was standing up, and the next, she felt something heavy against her legs, and then she was falling. At this point, she was getting worried if the mansion was inhabited by ghosts.
No, she didn’t know how, but this had to be something to do with Roxanne. She didn’t know how she was doing it, but she was putting a stop to this now.
“Enough!” she shrieked. “I know you can hear me, Roxanne. Now, stop it. Enough is enough. I’m your babysitter, and you’re going to listen to me.”
Once again, nothing but silence.
“I’m talking to you.” Katie stamped her foot. “You’re acting like a bitch, and I won’t have it.”
“Now, now, that’s not very nice.” Roxanne’s voice echoed through the garage. “And babysitters aren’t supposed to swear, either. You should be punished for that.”
“I’m not supposed to swear? Then get down here and apologize to me, now.” Katie retrieved her hat again. “I’m not playing around, and I’m going to find you.”
***
Roxanne could already see the familiar storyline fanning out in front of her like a butterfly’s wings. First, the mystery, then the anger. Katie had already reached the latter, meaning she was bound to get emotional and do something stupid at one point, and then she would strike.
Katie was already stalking around the garage, waiting for a sign. Roxanne procured her trusty remote again and activated her drone. But this time, it wasn’t the drone that had knocked poor Katie on her behind. It was a heavy-duty one.
Time to bring out the big guns. My viewers aren’t going to like childish pranks. Plus, Katie has been a bad girl. That’s no way to speak to an impressionable young person!
“Roxanne.” Katie snapped her back from her thoughts. “This isn’t funny anymore. I’ve had enough.”
Roxy was already maneuvering the drone through the corridors of the house. This one made an even larger noise due to its superior motor power and bulkier design. The difference was that it had a much greater payload capacity than before. She’d designed it herself. And even this wasn’t the most powerful of them. There was still a level upward that could really take Katie to new heights.
In the meantime, the drone entered the garage at speed. Katie didn’t look at it this time. She threw out a useless slap at it, which it dodged.
“Katie,” Roxanne sang in a taunting tone. “You still don’t see me?”
The simple distraction worked. Katie turned toward Roxanne’s voice for a moment, which she’d ensured made her position from behind the fake vent cover known.
“Ah-ha! There you are. Stop being… whaah!”
The drone’s lifting hook had hit its mark with ease. It grappled Katie by the scruff of her coat. Roxanne immediately thrust the control upwards, and the coat began to pull. Not enough to lift Katie off the ground, but enough to make her thrash around, trying to grab at the obstruction, but it was much too far away.
That hook wasn’t going anywhere.
***
Katie found herself desperately struggling against this super-powered drone that had embedded its hook into the back of her jacket. It had hit the precise part where she couldn’t hope to reach. Each time she even got close, the drone would twist away, forcing her to move with it.
She didn’t understand what was going on or what little monster she was supposed to be babysitting. Right now, she didn’t care. All she knew was that Roxanne was in big trouble when she got rid of this hook and this drone.
“Let me go, you fucking bitch. You’re going to ruin my coat.”
“You swore again. That means you have to be punished.”
“God damn it, my coat.”
“Don’t worry about your coat.”
Katie didn’t have a chance to process Roxanne’s taunts. The drone’s engine sounded like it was revving up, and it pulled her backward, forcing her to stumble. For a moment, Katie feared Roxanne was trying to tear her coat into pieces. But the drone moved so quickly and with such strength that it actually forced the coat down her back.
Another twist spun Katie around, releasing her arm from one of the sleeves. It took no effort for the dark grey zip-up coat to come flying off her remaining arm. The teen was in shock as she glared back at the drone holding her coat on its hook.
“Gimme it back.” Katie lunged for the drone. “Come on, I’m serious.”
The drone easily swung her coat away from her. Now, she was playing a game of keep-away with a drone.
Should she chase the drone or let it go and try to find Roxanne before her next trick?
Katie decided she stood a better chance of getting her jacket back first. She jumped for the drone, but it only raised itself toward the ceiling of the garage. Her fingertips brushed the bottom of her coat. She felt like the drone was laughing at her.
She stood back for a moment, assessing the situation. There had to be a way to grab that coat. Katie peered around the garage. Nothing she could use. Either way, the drone refused to wait. It zipped toward the door of the garage and sauntered through.
Katie tore after it as it made its way through the kitchen. She knew she could never hope to catch it, but she still held some vague hope anyway. Once it reached the high-ceilinged living room again, it rose upward toward the ceiling.
Her heart sank. The drone aimed for what appeared to be either a small shelf, a nook, or a secret little reading area. It released her coat, dangling it over the top of the shelf. Katie sighed. How could she ever hope to get her coat back from up there?
“Roxanne,” she called out again to no response. “Figures,” she muttered to herself.
Katie rubbed her now bare arm and smoothed down the oversized off-white shirt. There had to be a way to get that coat back from this evil kid.
Then she saw it. The shelf could be reached via the very top of the sofa. Biting her lip and checking her shoes, she wanted to get her coat back, but she didn't want to cause any damage to the house. Everything here looked enormously expensive and well beyond her budget.
But with nothing else tall enough, she had no other choice. She may be slender, but she was flexible and had plenty of athleticism as a former member of the gymnastics team. Katie climbed onto the leather sofa and gazed up at the shelf. It was just out of reach, but with a leap, she could catch herself and pull herself up to the top to retrieve her coat.
Katie took a deep breath and accelerated upward, both hands grabbing the edge. As she heaved herself upward, her head coming over the edge, she almost dropped down again when she saw a big pair of eyes ringed by heavy mascara staring back at her.
It was Roxanne, the kid she was supposed to be babysitting. At a glance, she looked much the same age as her. With big orange hair and a shaved undercut on the left side of her head, Roxanne bore a mischievous look on her face from her cross-legged position. She was smiling, of course.
"Hi," said the punk girl.
"Roxanne?"
"Yep."
"But you look like you're at least seventeen. Why am I babysitting you?"
"Eighteen, actually. Daddy doesn't trust me."
"No shit." Katie took in the sight of Roxanne for the first time. She wore a black leather jacket, black shirt, black skinny jeans just like her, held up with a belt with a silver buckle, plus a pair of high-heeled boots. "Help me up, or I'll fall."
Roxanne regarded her for a few moments.
***
“Roxanne, seriously. Help me. We can talk about why I’m here later when I get my coat back.”
Talk about this later. She thinks because I’m eighteen that I must be retarded if she’s here. Who the fuck does she thinks she is? ME? Retarded? That’s funny. Time to make her pay, but first…
Roxanne shuffled toward her on her bubble butt until she was looking down at Katie, who was now stuck. She was too strong to fall down and too weak to pull herself up. To Roxanne, this was the perfect position. What fun she could have.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. Like every teenager in the middle of a difficult situation, she switched it to selfie mode and threw the devil horns at the screen with her black-painted fingernail as she snapped the photo.
“Seriously?!”
“Shhhh…” Roxanne looked at her phone.
Perfect. I look awesome, and the shot captures Katie being pissed off perfectly. Or is that fear?
“Fucking hell, Roxanne, I’m going to hurt myself. Help me.”
Roxanne knew she was directly above the sofa, and she’d already calculated her fall. At worse, she’d bounce off the sofa and take a bump, but no real damage. Why would she have brought her up here in the first place, after all?
“Okay. I’ll help you, Katie.” Roxanne got onto her knees in front of her and reached forward as if she were going to lift her up from under her arms. “By the way… I like your shirt.”
“Wha –”
Roxanne reached toward the fabric at her back and pulled the shirt up her back. It took mere seconds for Katie to scream, Roxanne to get the shirt up to the back of her neck, and Katie to fall backward in shock.
She grinned as Katie fell backward and hit the soft comfort of the sofa back-first. As expected, she landed perfectly, not even bouncing onto the floor. Katie, on the other hand, lay like a starfish with her small bra-covered tits pointing back up at the punk princess.
***
“Click click.”
Katie watched Roxanne take a picture of her with her phone. A long second passed before Katie realized. She was lying on the sofa of someone else’s house in her POWDER BLUE bra. She threw her hands over her small tits.
“You’re so shy.”
“Gimme back my shirt.” Katie rolled over on her side to shield her bra from Roxanne. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
Roxanne just looked at her, taking more photos every so often.
Katie rolled off the sofa and got to her feet. She felt exposed and felt her cheeks going pink. It still washed over her as she realized this girl had stripped her of her shirt.
“Throw it back, you crazy bitch. I’m your babysitter.”
“You are. And that means you have to play with me. Besides, my viewers are going to love these pictures.”
“Viewers?”
“Browsers, really. Anyway, we’re just getting started.”
“What the?”
“By the way, all the doors are locked. And it’s all linked to this remote.” Roxanne pulled a little controller out of her pocket with a big yellow button in the middle. “So, you’re going to have to play with me.”
The gears turned inside Katie’s head. She’d been set up. Did her father know what she was like? Was this girl so smart that she had hid her insanity from everyone else? More importantly, what did she mean by browsers, and… was this going on the Internet?
Katie’s mouth went dry, and she gulped. She didn’t want to think about it. Even if the doors were unlocked, she couldn’t walk across town in just her bra. Everyone would see her. But if she stayed, was Roxanne going to try to strip her more?
The babysitter gritted her teeth, mulling over what to do next.
***
Roxanne felt on top of the world when she saw those first instances of embarrassment. Being stripped down to her bra would only be the beginning. She analyzed Katie with those big, enchanting eyes. The girl was caught between multiple thoughts and couldn’t settle on one.
“What do you mean play?” Katie said weakly.
“What do you think it means?”
“Is this all just a game to you? You brought me here just to humiliate me?”
“Yep.” Roxy flashed her a gleaming smile. “It turns me on, you see.”
“What the –”
“We all have our things, and this is mine. Don’t try to beg, Katie. It’s not going to work. I set up everything just for tonight while Daddy is away. So, I’m not going to let you go without a fight.”
Katie growled. “Fine. I’ll make you pay for this when I get my hands on you.”
Roxanne licked her lips. “Sure, okay.”
A casual talk with the babysitter. It didn’t happen that often. Most of them either tried to run or wanted to fight.
This one could be interesting for her viewers. Katie stepped out of the living room and out of view. But it didn’t matter. Roxy already knew that her next move would be to make her way upstairs. This house had more than two floors and an endless set of corridors. She wouldn’t get to her.
Roxanne tapped the control against her chin. Katie’s tits may not be anything to write home about, but she had already seen the small yet tight ass encased within her black skinny jeans. She’d be seeing it soon.
***
Katie still had a hand thrown across her bra. Even as the seconds passed and she left Roxanne behind, it didn’t feel any better. If she fell for any more of her tricks, she’d be losing something much bigger next time. The idea of being topless or pantsless didn’t appeal to her. But as for her plan, she didn’t have one.
If she could get that door control from Roxanne, she might be able to escape before anything worse happened.
Katie found herself back in the entrance hall, looking up at the grand staircase leading to the upper levels. This time, she trod carefully, searching for any signs of traps. Roxanne had probably rigged just about everything in this house, but if she moved slowly, it would give her a chance.
She lifted and pressed one foot on each step, listening to any strange noises that could indicate a trap. Her heart thudded as she made it three-quarters of the way up the stairs. Behind her, she could see a landing that led left or right, with two separate staircases leading up to yet another level.
Katie determined that if she was going to make it to Roxanne, she would find her at the top of the house. After all, where would a girl like that want her bedroom to be?
Katie decided that since most people were right-handed and it would be logical to go right, she should go left.
Once again, she began to climb the staircase. Again, nothing seemed untoward in the silent house or under her feet. This time, she saw the beginning of a long corridor. Three steps to go.
Katie was already planning her next move, satisfied that she had made the right choice. If any staircase was trapped, it would have been the other one. But as she prepared to take a step up, she found herself clinging onto the rail for dear life as the steps disappeared beneath her feet.
“Damn it. What?”
Nothing but a stone slide now existed beneath her feet. Yet she was so close to the top. If she could use her upper-body strength, she might be able to pull and swing herself to the top. With both hands, she pulled herself inch by inch.
Then she heard heavy boots from her left. She got her head up in time to see Roxanne running toward her in her helpless state. A glint of something metallic in her hand caught the light as she moved from shadow to light.
Katie panicked, and her hands gripped the railing for fear of sliding all the way back down again.
The punk princess struck with what turned out to be an extra-strong pair of pliers in her hand. With ridiculous accuracy and dexterity, Roxy dove in and seized the brass button on the front of her black skinny jeans.
Roxy wrenched back with the pliers, almost making Katie lose her balance. Another wrench and an audible exertion from Roxanne. Katie tried to throw herself away from her, but it was too late.
The pliers tore the top button out of her jeans. Roxy threw the pliers aside instantly and tried to go in and grab her zipper to try to reveal her panties. This movement made Katie lose her nerve, and she lost her grip on the rail.
Katie slid down the smooth flooring until she came to a gentle halt at the bottom. But she had lost her button, and now her pants were vulnerable.
“Hehe, so close. But I got to pop your button.”
***
Roxanne didn’t stop to brag this time. She’d generated some momentum, and now she wanted to keep Katie off her guard. That meant moving to the next phase of the plan. But Roxanne couldn’t hide her disappointment from herself as she ran away from the scene of the crime.
Damn, so close to getting her pants. That was almost a personal best. Let’s see if this next one gets that bubble butt out. I wonder if her panties match her bra.
This time, Roxanne knew that Katie was likely in hot pursuit of her. The right-hand staircase was the one that she hadn’t rigged, knowing that she would try to outthink her by going left. So, she didn’t have much of a head-start if she’d awoken the dragon, which admittedly had happened in the past.
Roxanne rounded a couple of corners until she came to a shadowy atrium that had once been used as a dining room. Today, it was nothing more than a place where they stored boxes of nothing. The room was mainly bathed in shadow, but it still got enough illumination from the outdoor lights, giving it an eerie yet movie-like atmospheric look.
The punk princess listened for how close Katie was to her. She heard her screaming obscenities somewhere in the distance, but she could hear her sneakers slapping across the floor. A mixture of caution but determination.
Roxanne reached behind one of the boxes and unveiled her next plan. But she had to be fast if this was going to work how she’d envisioned it in her head.
***
Katie was furious. Not only had she been stripped but Roxanne had gone and destroyed her jeans. No matter what happened, they were ruined beyond repair.
They were tight enough to not fall down, but that didn’t matter. An open button wasn’t a fashion statement.
Katie stalked down the corridor. She’d heard the heavy boots of Roxanne echoing through the house. Eventually, she was going to catch up with her. She was going to tear her limb from limb.
She came upon a dark room. It looked like a welcoming hall at one point in time. Still perfectly clean and elegant but just boxes shoved to the walls and stacked around the room.
She figured this would be the ideal hiding place. The boots had stopped suddenly and she heard no doors. This had to be the place.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, peaking out behind some boxes, she caught a glimpse of spiked orange hair. Katie didn’t turn towards it. Let her think she hadn’t seen her and then jump on her.
Katie made a show of looking behind other boxes and creeping around the room. At all times her ears were pricked for movement. Nothing. This girl was pretty good at hide and seek.
After a few minutes of searching and waiting, Katie knew she was just on the other side of where Roxanne was hiding.
She had her now. But what was the best plan of attack?
Katie didn’t want to give Roxanne the chance to think. She was going to kick her ass for what she’d done here and then go home. Forget about the money promised to her.
With lightning speed, Katie leaped out and tackled Roxanne with a crunch. The punk went down with ease.
“Got you now!” Katie seized her spiky hair. “You think you’re so smart?”
She froze. The orange hair came off in her hand. What was this?
Katie leaped to her feet in horror and threw off the black fabric beneath her. It was a fake. Roxanne had made her look stupid again.
Before Katie could process what had happened, something hard slammed into her back. She tripped over the dummy and threw her hands out to break her fall.
Before she could right herself, she felt two hands plunge into the back of her skinny jeans.
Katie let out a high-pitched screech as Roxanne pulled her skinny jeans down past her ass and to her knees. Her POWDER BLUE matching Brazilian cut panties showing an ample amount of cheek was on show.
She kicked desperately, trying to get Roxanne away just for a second. But the punk was too fast, pulling them all the way down to her ankles and popping off her brown sneakers in the process.
With practiced efficiency, Roxanne swooped upon her sneakers and flew out of the atrium with her jeans and sneakers in her hands.
Katie lunged toward where Roxanne had been but found only the floor.
Katie’s mouth gaped open. The stylish teen had now been stripped down to a matching pair of powder blue bra and panties by the kid she was supposed to be babysitting.
She wondered whether to cry, but she was frozen in shock. Here she was, sitting on the ground in her socks and underwear, having been embarrassed multiple times in less than an hour.
Her mind raced. She had to think of a new plan. She had to try a different approach, or… she wouldn’t think about that.
***
Roxanne fled deeper into the house, far away from the atrium. She had both of Katie’s brown sneakers and her black skinny jeans under her arm. She was filled with glee at how her plan had worked. A simple decoy in the dark was all it took to deliver Katie’s greatest exposure yet.
Damn, that was so hot. She’s got a great ass; I just want to slap it. No, no, I can’t get distracted now. This isn’t over yet. I can have fun later.
Of course, the fun she meant was the final humiliation. The loss of that final piece of clothing and the total humiliation of her victim. She may not have had the chance to stand around and gawk at Katie, but her surveillance system had definitely picked everything up. With the faces blurred, this would make a great clip for her website.
Roxanne felt herself hot as the image of Katie losing her pants wouldn’t escape from her mind. Once she reached her destination – and the sight of her next play – she couldn’t help but brush her hand across the crotch of her own skinny jeans. Her body responded how she expected, a wave of warmth washing over her.
She shook her head as she hid Katie’s clothes. This wasn’t the time.
Roxy moved into a longer hallway and into the upstairs TV room. Plush chairs sat around a vast wall while a projector hung above her head. Bookshelves filled with leather-bound books were positioned around the wall. She grabbed her homemade repeating crossbow from behind one of the bookshelves that she’d hidden before Katie’s arrival.
***
Katie had gotten to her feet and left the atrium in pursuit of Roxanne. She questioned why she was still giving chase after everything that had happened. The teenage punk had stripped her down to her underwear, and now half of her ass was hanging out as she made her way along endless corridors.
But she couldn’t return home now, not without some clothes. If she found some clothes, she could try to escape through a window or something. Either way, she was all in now. It was either subdue Roxanne or find some clothes and run away.
Katie peeked around every corner and checked every nook for signs of traps. Every time she subconsciously lifted a hand to her chest or down to her crotch, she felt only the thin protection of her bra and panties. Each time, a reminder that she was indeed nearly naked in a strange home on the other side of town.
The home was well-lit now. Clearly, that little monster also had access to the lighting system in her pocket.
She saw a couple of leather armchairs in the distance and moved down the corridor toward them. In only her socks, she stepped into the carpeted room. Everything looked normal to her, but then she saw that familiar flash of orange hair again and raised her hands to her face reflexively.
“Roxanne.” Nothing happened. “What the hell is that?”
Roxanne stood at the other side of the room with a crossbow. The crossbow looked real, but the end of the “bolt” had a suction cup attached to the end of it. To her, it reminded her of a toy her kid brother had.
“You’ll see,” said Roxanne with a grin.
Katie growled and stalked toward her. “Just give me back my clothes, and I’m leaving.”
“Nuh-uh. I’m not done with you yet.”
Roxanne fired the bolt. The suction cup flew toward her at lightning speed, thumping her in the right tit and knocking her back a little. Katie looked down at the strange crossbow bolt. It was like a little plunger attached to her bra cup.
A small piece of string attached it to some sort of lever on the back of Roxanne’s crossbow. Then, it dawned on her what she was trying. Katie panicked. She had to get to Roxanne before she fired the next shot.
Katie charged across the TV room, intent on tackling Roxanne before she could get off that second shot. But she still had so much ground to make up.
Roxanne’s crossbow automatically reloaded itself, meaning all she had to do was aim. With Katie running straight at her, the punk princess had no trouble striking her other bra cup. The force stopped her in her tracks for a few seconds.
And that was all it took.
“Wait, wait…”
Roxanne pressed a button underneath her homemade crossbow weapon, and the pulley behind the crossbow activated. The two ropes attached to the suction cups shot backward with an enormous force.
Katie’s eyes widened as the weapon pulled on her bra cups. Her bra snapped open at the back, and soon, the powder blue garment detached from her chest and down her arms, before she could react.
She screamed, but the bra had already reached Roxanne’s grasp. Lowering the crossbow, Katie blinked tears away as Roxanne waved the bra around her head.
Katie clutched her hands over her small tits. Her pair of rounded globes hid the two erect nipples underneath. No, it wasn’t arousal. It was like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head.
She sank to her knees, down to just her Brazilian-cut panties and a pair of socks. Katie had been utterly defeated by yet another of Roxanne’s tricks.
***
Roxanne stuck her tongue out at the broken babysitter as she laughed. Tossing the crossbow aside, she kept the bra in her hand as she dangled it from a few feet away at Katie.
For the first time, Roxanne took in the sight of a near-naked Katie on her knees in front of her. It was so much better to see it live instead of watching the videos and making up the images of her ENF escapades later.
The warmth in her body rose up from the bowels of the earth. She was so turned on now that she could barely focus. She couldn’t even speak. The total control over Katie. The sight of a girl in just her panties on the ground in front of her. Roxanne’s free hand drifted toward the front of her jeans again as she became immersed, only for her to catch herself and remember where she was.
Katie continued to stare at her. But there was something in her eyes that made her take notice: anger.
“You fuckin psycho bitch. Is this turning you on?”
Roxanne was taken aback. Had she noticed how turned on she was by this?
“I hate you!” Katie lunged at Roxanne again.
This time, Katie’s reaction caught her off-guard. Roxanne deftly jumped out of the way just in time, but she felt Katie’s finger brush against her skinny jeans. She got out a half-laugh before Katie leaped at her again.
‘You’re going to have to do better than that,” Roxy crowed, regaining her composure.
“Grrr… I’m going to make you pay.”
This time, Katie went all in and dove at her. She found nothing but the ground and landed with a thump.
Roxanne jumped over Katie and let loose with a wicked slap to that firm bubble butt. Her hand cracked across her right ass cheek, and she got a shriek. She thought about going to town on her ass but decided not to take the risk. She didn’t have many muscles, and Katie was running on fury.
Instead, she swooped in on Katie’s socks while she clutched her stinging ass cheek and removed them.
“No!” Katie screamed in frustration. “No, no, no!”
***
Katie rubbed the back of her ass. She wasn’t going to take this lying down anymore. Katie didn’t wait around to process what had just happened to her. The exposure of her tits was forgotten as she jumped to her feet, her bare breasts now out in the open.
This couldn’t get any worse. She could at least get a little revenge on Roxanne. In nothing but her powder blue panties, Katie was in hot pursuit of the punk chick. The move appeared to catch Roxanne off-guard as she peered behind her and immediately accelerated.
The chase continued, and Roxanne hurled herself around a corner. Katie was within reach of Roxanne now.
“Aaaaaaaah!” Katie let loose her loudest scream yet.
She grasped at her foot as the Lego piece stuck straight into it. With each movement, her feet slammed into the minefield of Lego that Roxanne had left behind her. It must have covered a solid ten feet.
Roxanne had stopped to laugh at her misfortune. Katie stumbled into the room with yelp after yelp. She finally lost her balance and tripped into the room, reaching for the edge of the balcony and looking over one of the downstairs floors.
Free of the Lego minefield, she grasped the banister in relief for a second. It was one second too long.
The clasp of metal shutting shook her from her Lego ordeal. With incredible sleight of hand, Roxanne had attached a handcuff to her wrist and quickly locked it onto the railing.
“Forget about me?” Roxanne winked.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” Katie desperately tried to pull at the handcuff, hoping she could break it. But she could do nothing more than move from left to right along the rail.
She was trapped.
***
Roxanne finally had Katie at her mercy. It was time to savor these final moments. She deposited her phone on the table next to her and looked the furious Katie over. Even now, she attempted to run back and forth along the rail, hoping the handcuffs would break and free her.
In her dreams. Those handcuffs aren’t for kids. But I’ve got to wait for her to calm down first.
“You won’t break them. You can do that all night if you want.”
“Let me go. This is kidnapping.”
“Uh-huh.”
“I’ll call the police.”
Roxanne cocked an eyebrow. “You do know my daddy is one of the richest men in town, don’t you? The mayor, the chief of police, and the editor of the Hazelville Chronicle all come over for Christmas drinks.”
“So, that’s how you get away with this. Your daddy protects you.”
Roxanne shrugged. “Yep.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
Roxanne looked her victim up and down. She’d calmed down and accepted her predicament, meaning she’d be ready for the main event at last.
“We’re going to have some fun. You’ve got a great body, and I think everyone else should get to see it, too.”
Katie started to struggle again. “You can’t do this to me. Don’t humiliate me. I won’t be able to show my face in town again.”
Roxanne tossed her orange spiked hair. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not looking to get sued. I blur all the faces and nobody knows where this is happening. I’m not stupid.”
The admission appeared to calm Katie down for a moment. That’s what most of them feared when it came down to it. Everyone else knowing what had happened here. But even her daddy wouldn’t be able to protect her if she went around showing faces, especially her own.
“What do you want from me?” said Katie weakly.
“Hmmmm…” Roxanne approached the captive Katie warily, half accepting a punch or a kick. “Let’s see.”
“Will you let me go?”
“Sure I will. But not until we’ve played together. You are my sitter, after all.”
Roxanne was now within a foot of Katie. She moved backward and forward around her, keeping her off-guard, keeping her nervous. The teen tried to spin to see her, but Roxy ensured that she would only catch glimpses.
“Will you give me my clothes back?”
“Of course. Later. And only if you cooperate. Do you promise to cooperate?”
A pause.
“Yes.”
Roxanne smirked. That was great. Katie had given up fighting, meaning she could have all the fun she wanted. This would make great content for the website. She had to keep her subscribers happy, after all.
She retrieved the second pair of handcuffs from the table and approached Katie. The teen babysitter was completely calm as she sidled up on the side of her. Roxanne’s hormones were screaming for release right now. This was a fantasy come to life.
Roxanne slapped one part of the handcuffs on the rail and balanced them on top as she loomed up behind the sitter, her ass sticking out in her Brazilian-cut panties. She placed her painted fingernails on the sides of them. Katie shuddered under her tough, but she didn’t thrash around.
“Are you going to cooperate?” Roxanne whispered into her ear.
“Mmhmm…”
Roxanne dipped her hands into her panties and dropped them to her ankles. Katie lifted her feet as the punk princess removed them, leaving her completely naked.
***
Katie had been broken. She felt the panties slip down her legs and off her feet. In this position, there was no chance of fighting back against Roxanne. At least she could hope for her clothes back so that she could go home and put this behind her like a bad hangover.
She just wanted this over with. Whatever this depraved girl wanted, she would get now. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt Roxanne loom up behind her again, with her head over her shoulder.
“Good girl,” Roxanne whispered.
Katie felt a pair of hands grope her tits. She let out a little eek, but tried to settle her shaky breath as Roxanne squeezed her tits and ran her hands up and down her body. The punk princess grasped her ass, stroked her thighs, and ran her fingers up and down her ribs. Her momentary fear was that she would be turned on.
Thankfully, she left her exposed pussy with its nicely shaved landing strip alone.
“Okay, I’m going to get my phone. You’re going to pose for me.”
Katie’s blood ran cold. She knew she had sex appeal, but she wasn’t an exhibitionist like that. Never in her life had she done anything remotely like that. It was what exotic strippers on TV did – not her.
Roxanne’s boots banged across the floor as she got her phone, allowing Katie to stew at what was to come. She appeared on the side of her again, phone in one hand and an ear-to-ear grin. The show was about to begin.
With her spare hand, she grabbed the end of the handcuffs that were attached to the rail. Then the handcuffs snapped shut.
***
Katie was now fully tied to the rail with two hands. Roxanne began filming on her smartphone. Time to get some up close and personal material at last.
“Spread your legs, Katie.”
Katie hesitated.
“You want your clothes back, right?”
Katie begrudgingly shuffled her legs apart, displaying her pussy. Roxanne bit her lip as she came closer and lowered herself to get a good shot of her open pussy. How humiliating for her!
“Okay, Katie. Now, you’re going to have to be flexible for me. Shuffle yourself back and bend forward as far as you can.”
This time, Katie obeyed without question. She bent over at ninety degrees, displaying all her goods to the camera. Roxanne just stared directly between them. She swore she felt some wetness down below in her own panties. More than anything, she wanted to touch herself right now.
But she still had a job to do.
“Now, squat down and show me some of that ass.”
Katie squatted, her ass becoming more pronounced as she moved. This time Roxy approached and reached out a hand to grope her ass cheeks. She couldn’t resist that ass in front of her. Plus, she’d never get the chance again… at least not with this girl.
“Get on your knees.”
Katie kneeled, her hands dangled from the rail, with both sets of handcuffs jingling as she readjusted herself.
Roxanne let out a chuckle as she hopped up on the rail and shuffled along until her feet were dangling in front of her victim. She filmed straight down, getting the perfect cleavage shot. Katie gazed up, tears in her eyes and makeup smudged.
“Okay, now I want you to kiss my boots.”
Katie opened her mouth to protest, but Roxy just pointed the camera straight in her face. She gulped and lowered her head. Planting a kiss on each of Roxanne’s punk boots, she looked up again, those begging eyes pleading for release.
“Now, lean back and stick out your tits.”
Katie displayed her gymnastic background by effortlessly arching her back and pulling backward as far as the handcuffs would allow. Her small tits suddenly seemed much bigger, her little nipples pointing up in the air.
Roxanne moved all around her, ensuring that not a single inch of her gorgeous body escaped the view of her camera. She even ran a hand up her own body to grope her tits hidden beneath her shirt.
God, you are so hot, Katie. I’ll remember this.
The arrangement continued for several more minutes as Roxanne forced Katie into as many poses as she could and repeated her favorite ones. By the time she’d finished, Roxanne possessed nearly ten minutes of footage on her phone in addition to whatever her cameras around the house had captured.
“Can I go now?” asked Katie.
Roxanne smirked. “Of course. I’m a woman of my word. I said some poses, and that’s it… and that’s only because you were so cooperative!”
Roxanne dipped into her pocket and removed a little silver key, which she used to release one of the handcuffs. She almost unlocked the other one when she remembered. No, she couldn’t take the risk of releasing her right now.
“I’m going to leave the key here on the floor. Get it with your foot and go outside the front door. I’ll give you your clothes.” Roxanne paused. “Security, you know?”
Roxanne left the room with a toothy grin on her face, satisfied that it was a night’s work done. By the time Katie retrieved the key, Roxanne had already disappeared into one of the secret passages that spread throughout the home, enabling her to move relatively unseen.
She retrieved Katie’s clothes and watched as the broken, naked teen made her way back the way she came toward the front door. Roxanne noted that she took a long look back. She knew that look. Thoughts of revenge. Wondering whether to march right back upstairs and do something about it.
Like the rest, she turned toward the front door and closed it behind her. A woman of her word, Roxanne, dropped Katie’s hat out of the window.
She never said how many of her clothes she’d give back, after all.
