The Babysitter’s Promotion (Part 2) [NC] [Mdom] [Breed]

(This story is a work of fiction. All characters are over 18. This story depicts rape and non-concentual sex. This is not an endorsement of that behavior. ALL REAL WORD SEX SHOULD HAVE ENTHUSIASTIC CONSENT FROM ALL PARTIES.)

I had been on the road for over an hour heading out of town. My destination was a simple motel in the middle of nowhere. In the backseat of the car slept the Babysitter, curled up in a ball. She had eventually propped herself up and buckled in before being lulled to sleep by the dark desolate highway. It was a brief respite for her. She was sleeping gently when we arrived at the motel. It was an inconspicuous place, the kind of roadside motel that populated every highway. My reservation had been made online, which made it possible to grab my room key and get back to the car quickly. My timing was lucky and I returned back to my car as the babysitter began to wake.

“Wh-where the hell are we?” She stammered. Her voice was fearful and confused. In the backseat she whipped her head around desperately trying to catch her bearing. Then slumping in her seat when she realizes the dark of the night and the unfamiliar location had hopelessly disoriented her. She pulled her knees tight to her chest, softly sobbing and cursing her need to sleep.

I started up the car and moved it around the back of the motel. The room that I reserved was there. It had been chosen because it was more out of the way. Less of a chance that we would be disturbed. When we arrived there was not a soul in the back lot besides us two. My car pulled into a vacant spot and I turned off the ignition. Twisting in my chair I turned to face the babysitter. “Now I’m counting on you to behave. You try anything I will leave you at this glorified truckstop without anything. Now you can stay with me, or you can take your chances with the loney, horny truckers. The way you look,” I pause to look her over and gesture in her direction, reminding her of her disheveled appearance. “They will not be as gentle.”

The babysitters face was wide with terror, exactly what I wanted. Despite the trauma I was still a point of familiarity. I was a known quantity, and as such I was less terrifying than the unknown. Her brow furrowed, eyes darting back and forth as she clearly was performing the mental calculus. Finally her mind settled on an answer, one it clearly didn’t like as she shrunk back in her seat pulling her knees tightly to her chest, “Don’t leave me. I’ll be good.”

I gave her a warm smile hoping to relax her, but that seemed to do nothing but make her shrink more. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” My hand moved to rest on her shin. She flinched, but thought better of pulling away clearly afraid of upsetting me. “You keep being a good girl, and you will be well taken care of.”

Exiting the car I first retrieved a bag I had prepared for the weekend. Then, I opened the door for the babysitter. Sheepishly she slumped out of the vehicle, looking around the lot. No doubt she was trying to find an avenue of escape. When none presented itself she looked back up to me, afraid to act unless directed.

It made me smile seeing her so compliant, “Let’s go to our room,” I said waving her along. She reluctantly began walking to the doors of the building, and I followed closely behind. She remained silent, hunched over, arms wrapped around her chest, slowly marching to my orders. Upon reaching the room she looked up fearfully, shuddering when I closed the door behind us.

She continued to stare eyes wide with terror as I pulled up the bag I had with me. I could see her mind desperately trying to determine what I was retrieving. Grim resignation froze on her face when I found what I was looking for. Followed swiftly by visible confusion when the telltale plastic crinkle announced what I had retrieved.

“Drink up,” I said, passing her an unopened plastic water bottle. “You must be thirsty.” Reluctantly she took the bottle and inspected the seal. Then shooting me a quizzical look when everything seemed fine. “I haven’t messed with it. Feel free to inspect for yourself.” Not trusting me she rotated the bottle in her hands giving more thorough inspection. When she was satisfied that no tampering had taken place she opened the bottle. First she tasted the water with a small sip, then not tasting anything off she guzzled down the rest of the contents. “I told you that I’d take care of you if you behave.” I pulled a protein bar from the bag and presented it to her. “If you’re hungry.” The babysitter took the bar, inspecting it as well. After a taste she devoured the bar. Focused on the food she didn’t notice that I approached her and said, “Good, now take off your clothes-”

“No!” she interrupted, whimpering, “Please no. Not again!” She backpedaled, desperate to place some more space between us. She didn’t know what to expect, but she didn’t expect me to laugh.

It wasn’t a cruel laugh, but one of mild mirth. “I phrased that wrong. You should go take a shower. I’m sure you would like to freshen up.” I pulled some shampoo and body wash from the bag. “You can use this in case there isn’t anything in there already.”

Stunned by my behavior again, she stood still for a moment before talking, “H-how can you act like this, after what you did.” Her voice trailed off not wanting to name the assault.

“Would you prefer I act differently?” I say deflecting the question because I don’t know the answer myself. “I may be giving in to my base instincts to breed, it doesn’t mean all my compassion is gone.”

She frowned. Unhappy with my answer, but too cowed to press the matter further. “I’ll go take a shower now.” She grabbed the shampoo and body wash from me and headed to the bathroom.

I waited a few minutes after I heard the shower turn on and snuck into the bathroom. Luckily the shower curtain was clear and I could easily see the babysitter. She seemed focused on cleaning herself, particularly her groin. Probably trying to clean out what cum she could from earlier she can. She was focused on her task, and didn’t notice that came in and confiscated her clothing. She wouldn’t be needing it, and it would disincentivize any future attempts to escape. With her clothes in my hands I returned to the main room. I set the code on the complementary wall safe and locked up her clothes along with my phone and other important items. Then I went back to check on her.

The babysitter was still in the shower appearing to clean herself, but a closer inspection revealed the truth. She was standing there letting the warm water cascade down her naked body. Her eyes were closed in concentration, her balance unsteady and she leaned heavily on one of her arms braced against the shower wall. Her other hand was cleaning her vulva. No, not cleaning. The strokes were slow and deliberate. A stifled moan from her confirmed what she had been up to.

I moved closer to the shower to better watch the show. Out of curiosity I wondered how long it would take for her to realize I was there. A combination of the sound from shower, and her focus on pleasuring herself obscured me for a time. Her deadened perception of the outside world gave me several minutes of uninterrupted view of her fingers rubbing, sliding, and fulfilling her desires. Eventually, her face’s contortions became more frequent. When she even began to bite her lip to hold back the moans I decided to let her know my presence. Finally speaking,”You look like you’re having fun there.”

She jumped when she heard my voice. Shying away from me behind the shower curtain, she spoke. Her voice trembled, “Wha-what are you doing?”

“Enjoying the show,” I admit bluntly. She cowers a little at my reply. Jokingly I ask, “Were you thinking about earlier?” Her face flushes, and she’s suddenly unable to look me in the eyes. “That’s it isn’t it.”

“No!” She yelled over-emphatically. “I’m not supposed to have enjoyed that.” She stated it more for herself than for me it seemed. “I’m a good girl,” Even as she said the words she began to cry, ” a good girl is supposed to wait. They aren’t supposed to like it like that.”

“What your body enjoys doesn’t make you bad or good you know,” I said, beginning to undress. “Your body was just reacting to stimuli. There’s no shame in enjoying the pleasure you find.” Now nude myself, I joined her in the shower. “We should enjoy all the pleasure we can.”

“No,” she whimpered. “Not now.”

“Why not? You were just fantasizing about it weren’t you.” I pulled her up from the floor of the shower. I ran a finger along her labia, the viscous fluid leaking there that she wasn’t wet from just the water raining down on her.

She looked at me embarrassed, and on the verge of tears. I could tell she hated that I knew. She made a move to remove my hand. “Stop,” she pleaded, trying to force me away. “Don’t touch me.”

A playful smirk crosses my face, “I’ll make a deal with you. I won’t touch your pussy, or shove my cock in, but you need to keep masturbating. When you stop, I get to do what I want with you.”

“What?” She said attempting to back away, but only managing to bump into shower wall. “Why would -”

“Make up your mind quickly.”

“F-fine,” she agreed, the defeat clear in her face and slumped posture. “But,” she added, turning away, “you didn’t say I had to face you.” Bracing herself against the wall once more she reached down and resumed rubbing herself. Within no time she was moaning again.

“Seemed pretty easy for you to start up again,” my voice a deep rumble as I stepped behind her. As I did so I let my erection rub against her. The firm shaft of my dick easily slid into the groove between her ass cheeks.

The babysitter gasped in shock, as she felt me adjust my stiff member between her legs. “You said you wouldn’t -”

“My hands haven’t touched your cunt,” I remind her while grabbing her chest. Lifting her slightly to help her stay balanced on the tips of her toes. This made it so cock is now rubbing against her dripping pussy lips. “And I haven’t put anything in. Yet. You better start back up, unless…”

“N-no,” she stuttered flustered and afraid. Her hand went instantly back to rubbing her clit. Her breathing shortly became ragged as her moaning returned. Whether she was conscious of it or not she began to rock her hips back and forth, sliding her labia along my shaft. Aware that she was one simple thrust away from penetration she looked back at me. Her eyes were red from crying, even if the shower hid her tears. “Please, ugh,” she begged, letting slip a moan, “Can, mmmh, can we stop.”

“You tell me why I caught you in here being a little slut first.”

Her legs shuddered, and her knees buckled, almost causing me to enter her. My arms around her held her up while the shiver of overstimulation rippled over her. “I, uhnn, I,” she struggled to get out the word through the blissful agony of her building orgasm, “I can’t.”

“You’re just a slut that wants to be taken and bred.”

“No, mmmuh, I’m a good girl,” She strained to speak. Despite her objection her needy wet hole was desperately rubbing along my cock. “Ima good girl.” She began to repeat, trying to convince herself she wasn’t what her body was aching to be.

“I don’t think you’re being honest,” l interjected while reaching around her to turn off the shower. She looked at me wide eyed and flustered. Her breathing was still quick and ragged. My unusual action had interrupted her stimulation, and she was left at the edge of an orgasm. I opened up the shower and stepped out. “It’s obvious what you want.” Grabbing a towel and using it to cover the floor. I don’t want to slip with what comes next. “Hmm, looks like you stopped touching yourself. You know what happens now.”

“No, please,” she begs, but my hands are already on her, lifting her out of the shower. Her body freezes as I brace her back against the wall, cradling her ass in my hands, and directing her legs over my shoulder. “No, no, no,” she repeated in a final futile bid to stop what came next.

Her eyes were wide as lined up the head of cock. Then in a powerful thrust I buried my dick deep inside her. Pushed over the edge she had been on, the babysitter’s eyes rolled back in her head. Her body shuddered and her protests degenerated into a primal moan as I began to rhythmically pound her against the wall. Eventually the glow from her orgasm receded and her rational mind began to reassert control. “Why,” she sobbed. Tears streaming from tightly shut eyes. I had paused mid thrust expecting her to direct her sorrowful question at me. “Why do I enjoy this?” Something broke inside her, and she began to sob uncontrollably. “What sort of whore am I? I shouldn’t be feeling this good. I’m a good girl. I’m not supposed to enjoy this. Why do I want to give in to sin? Oh God, I’m such a filthy slu-.”

I put a finger to her lips, and shushed her. “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying the pleasure you feel. This life is short, so why not do what makes you feel good.” I leaned in and held her more closely. Kissing her trembling lips caused her to freeze up, but to my surprise she then relaxed. “You can still be a good girl and a good slut.”

“Don’t” she growled with tearful eyes. “I don’t want excuses from you!”

“I don’t offer an excuse,” I explain, resuming my thrusts. Despite her newfound defiance she moans through gritted teeth. “I offer absolution, an acceptance of what we are.” My thrusts are harder and deeper now. Her body is bouncing against the wall, her dangling legs shaking over my shoulders. “We try to dress ourselves in clothes, in rules, and in beliefs.” The babysitter’s eyes begin to roll back in her head again. I can feel her quiver in my arms, she’s near another climax just in time for my own. “We’re just animals. Compelled to breed like any other beast!”

I thrust in and held my dick deep inside her clenched cunt. My cum erupted from my twitching cock, coating her pussy with creamy ropes of cum. My balls emptying inside her triggered a second orgasm from the babysitter. Her vaginal walls tightened on me, milking out the last dregs of semen from me. The rhythmic contractions of her pussy pulling more of my cum deep to her womb. “We’re animals. Our purpose is to breed” I reiterate, “and I’m going to teach you to revel in it.”

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