The Babysitter (Female Version)

Ding-dong!

Oh, that must be Tori, she thought, giving her hands a quick rinse.

If she were to be honest with herself, she was still just a little wee bit nervous, but she remained cool. She bounded back down the hall, through the living room, turned and yanked on the knob.

Then she remembered that the door was still locked.

Oh, yeah, she realized. Maybe I am just a little more excited and anxious than I'd like to let on.

Click. She popped the now unlocked door open.

The woman who stood before her outside the door was basically a mid-20s version of the girl she'd known as a child, more or less just as she remembered her, but would naturally appear dramatically different to the eyes of an 18-year-old lass than to those of a small child. It suddenly occurred to Cameron for the first time just how...gorgeous she was. She could still see the laughter in those silly smiley eyes, but now she too noticed her long dirty blonde cascades, her slim, curvaceous body, and those hot legs she always had a good look at as a kid when Tori sat on her and tickled her crazy, but was then too young to appreciate.

She stammered just a moment and cleared her throat before finally getting some coherent words out for her.

"H—...h-hey! Come on in!"

Tori grinned cordially and familiarly at her. "Thanks, Cam!" she replied. "Good to see ya, babe!" She sauntered in and took a gander around. "Boy, this place sure brings back some memories."

Cameron was still a bit distracted taking in the woman's extraordinary beauty, so at first she just nodded.

"...Oh, yeah, well, y'know, I'm...oh, I'm sorry about the lousy timing, but I'm, well...I'm just really busy studying for my finals."

"Oh, that's cool!" smiled Tori, waving it off, as Cameron returned to her seat in front of the coffee table. "Can I help?"

"Uhhh...maybe. You know anything about thermonuclear physics, medieval warfare or quadratic logarithms?"

Tori's eyebrows arched and her mouth lowered open. Perhaps offering help studying was not the most fruitful of suggestions. She sheepishly darted her eyes about for a moment.

"Y'know what? I've got an even better idea!" she announced. "Why don't I go make us something to eat?" She scampered into the kitchen and began rummaging through the fridge and cabinets.

"Oh, that's okay, you don't have to," Cameron called. "I've got all my snacks and stuff right here: my chips and dip, Doritos, pretzels, Combos, Chex Mix—boom. I'm set."

"Death by sodium!" Tori kidded her. "You may still be an invincible teenager, kiddo, so I'm gonna spare ya the blood pressure jazz for now. But you still need to get some real food in that tummy."

"Always the babysitter," Cameron idly called back.

"And don't you forget it, baby doll."

She continued working, hearing things being moved about in the kitchen. A pot was placed on the stove. Water boiled. A package of something was opened and emptied. The sounds inside the house diminished to Cameron's pen scrawling across the paper, and Tori preparing dinner. Cameron was still managing capably to focus on the studying, make decent progress and commit material to memory, but a part of her mental matter became too now occupied with the company of the lovely lady not twenty feet away in the kitchen.

Hmm... thought the tiny preoccupied part of her mind. Maybe I should...maybe I should ask h—...

No. No, she vetoed. Later. We'll consider it later. No guarantees. Finals are more important right now.

Activity continued silently inside the house, and things were going pretty well. Cameron was keeping up the good work, and was feeling proud of how utterly collected she remained with Tori around. That one overwhelming habit of hers aside—which was mattering a little less each moment—the girl was a princess. Nothing against Stephanie, she thought, but...

Tori eventually emerged from the kitchen carrying a steaming dish. The aroma drew Cameron up from her work.

"Don't gotta come and get it; it's comin' to you!" Tori announced.

"OOOooh, spaghetti!" Cameron's pen dropped.

In front of her into a cleared space on the table Tori was indeed squeezing a hefty, heaping plate of spaghetti and meatballs, lightly dusted with parmesan cheese.

"Knew you like it...naturally."

Cameron's mouth literally began to water.

"I...guess I can take out two minutes for a bite here..."

"'Atta girl," encouraged Tori. "Dig in."

Her voice almost seemed to carry a hint of...

...Seduction, strangely enough.

Well, good food could be seen as a sensual, almost sexy stimulus, in a way...were one hungry enough.

Of course, thought Cameron, that could just be her very gynephilic mind at work, compounded by her empty stomach. Or any number of things, really. Oh, heck, she might have just been imagining things. She grabbed the fork.

It barely took her another eight minutes to wolf down everything but the plate. It was so good, in fact, only decent table manners and a desire to maintain some class in front of Tori kept her from licking the dish spotless. Tori frankly wouldn't have minded in the slightest. She waited until she was sure Cameron was done, and held out her hand for the plate back.

"Wow, that was..." Cameron felt a sudden yawn coming on. "...Oh. Incredible. Thanks!"

Tori grinned, about-facing to return the plate.

"So delighted you enjoyed it."

Cameron returned to the books.

But...

...For some odd reason, the contents of her notes and course material looked just a bit...

...Fuzzier...than before...

Tori pranced back into the living room, snatched a magazine from under the table and plopped in the neighboring armchair.

Cameron looked up, blinking and giving her head a whip back and forth.

"Uh...wow," she remarked again, stretching and yawning once more. "I, uh...must've been hungrier than I thought."

"Don't let me bother ya, kiddo," assured Tori. "Just hangin' out."

Cameron attempted again to resume her academic cramming, but try as she might, she felt herself fading.

Whoa...I know Italian food can have this effect, and I know I ate a LOT, but...was it really that powerful?

Her eyelids abruptly felt very, very heavy.

"Yup..." the familiar voice echoed in her ears, as her head slowly descended onto the books.

Her eyes fluttered closed.

"...Juuuust hangin' out."

***

May 23rd, 6:58 p.m.

Cameron remembered nothing more an hour later when she finally woke back up.

When she came to, her vision was blurry and she felt dizzy and disoriented. She wasn't immediately sure where she was, but she knew she would get her bearings back if she just waited a few moments. She tilted and rolled her head around her shoulders, letting the cricks in her neck pop. She went to stretch her arms.

Her first discovery took nary a second, and that was that she could not stretch. A further examination of her situation and the reasoning behind her inability to stretch were self-explanatory: she realized to her alarmed surprise that she could not move. She reflexively kicked and thrashed, but now felt something...tied around her wrists and ankles.

Looking rapidly left to right, back and forth, as her energy began to replenish and her eyes to focus, she found herself lying on her back, arms outstretched and secured to either side of...her bed?? She felt that her legs too were bound, her feet secured to either side of the foot of the bed by the ankles, as she looked down to see...

...A sight that terrified her.

She was naked.

"WHAT the hell?!" she mouthed incredulously.

Something was clearly very wrong here. And something told her that she should have been able to easily figure it out, that somehow the pieces of the puzzle were here for her to see, but...her mind felt still bemused by whatever had just happened to it.

She couldn't pinch herself, but she was pretty certain this wasn't a dream anyway. She tried to make sense of things and recall the day's events. Her mind flashed on school...coming home...studying...her parents leaving...

...Then the moment when the doorbell rang, and she opened to door to...

Oh no.

OHHH, NO.

A terribly uncomfortable and petrifying sensation dawned upon Cameron. A sensation which was confirmed not a minute later when to her disbelieving consternation, ambled through the door herself none other than her old babysitter, Tori Linton.

A sneaky, smarmy smile played upon Tori's alluring, mischievous face.

Cameron could do no other than to simply gape at her in terror and murmur—

"Oh, GOD..."

Tori brought her hands together with one sharp clap.

"Oh, goody, you're up!" she jovially chirped, looking her up and down. She giggled roguishly.

Cameron felt utterly humiliated.

"God...wha—...d—...how...I...y—..."

Tori raised a hand. "I believe I may be able to clear up your confusion, my dear.

"You see, young Cameron, I would not go so far as to say the pasta I served you was, uh...spiked, or drugged, if you would. I simply crushed and sprinkled a few fast-acting Melatonins in it."

"Y—" Cameron reflexively yanked on the bonds, but of course to no avail.

"You what?"

"Why, yes, of course," Tori replied innocently, as if the whole deal were matter-of-fact. "A mere amateur could determine that an individual of your self-control and esteem would be, well, reluctant—shall we say the least—to strip, lay down on your bed and hold still for me so that I might tie you down. That goes without saying. And so in order to achieve my desired effect, yes, naturally, while it required a little more effort, I needed only to take matters into my own hands, and...put you to sleep."

Cameron at first didn't know exactly how to react, save to holler something incoherent at her with blinding rage. So she did.

"Wh—what the hell?? You si—...you're insane! You're out of your mind!"

Tori waved a finger, tsk'ing her. "Ah, now, now," she scolded, as if she were still her eight-year-old self. "You'd do well to save your breath right about now, honey-pie." She winked, a malicious smirk creeping up her lips. "You'll need it."

Tori folded her hands, palms out, and cracked her knuckles. A frightening chuckle seeped up and out from her vocal cords.

"Besides, is that any way to talk to your dear ol' beloved babysitter?"

She wickedly waggled her fingers at her. Cameron recognized the grin on her face right now. Abruptly, it all came flooding back to her. She had no clue how she had not before realized what Tori was going to do. But she did now.

The lingering smile of doom on Tori's face grew blurry, then clear again as Cameron's face evaporated of outrage and flooded with unadulterated fear. Tori's cold, wicked, ominous gaze didn't move from her own eyes as she perched on the side of the bed.

Cameron could swear she saw something pass before her eyes. She didn't like it.

"Oh-oh-okay," she stammered. "This-this is silly, Tori. We-I mean, we're both adults now. Can't we just untie me and-and—"

Turning her smile elsewhere, Tori cut her off by sliding her nails over Cameron's ribs.

"AAAHH!" she cried.

"Now, then, Cam, sweetie..." Tori grinned, "...I trust you're still as...delightfully...deathly...ticklish, as ever?"

"Oh, dear God, Tori, please, for hell's sake here—"

Tori took her chin in her hand, turned Cameron's face her way, leaned down and laid a kiss on her that seared her lips. Her surprised eyes fluttered shut through the kiss and then back open to see Tori leering down at her.

"Shut up," she sneered playfully.

Cameron nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

Tori scratched her under the chin like her obedient pet. "Good girl. You see? What did I tell you all those years ago? I warned you that if you didn't settle down and behave yourself and do just what I told you...

"...That I'd kiss you!" she finished, pinching and shaking her cheek.

"Now then!" She sat back up again. "Where shall we get started, my little babysittin' buddy?"

Cameron could only see that she was doomed. She thought if nothing else she should make the most of it. She smiled innocently up at Tori. "Get started with what, pray tell?"

Tori tossed her head back and laughed.

"Well, beautiful, I'm glad to see you haven't lost your sense of humor!" she exclaimed, giving her nipple a tweak, making her jump with a squeal. "All right, seriously, though." Her smile darkened, and her voice intimidatingly deepened.

"Where do you want it first, kiddo?"

Cameron gulped. Her heart began beating faster.

"Um, Tori...please..."

"I mean, I can imagine one part of ya wants some attention," Tori commented, gliding her index nail up the center of Cameron's slowly dampening labia. "This pussykitty down here, huh?"

Cameron gasped. "OH my God!" she gushed.

The babysitter's voice dripped with gleeful malice as she again stroked the girl's vagina.

"Oooh...does that drive you crazy?"

Cameron chortled. "Um, yes!" she nodded.

"Oh, goody!" Tori vivaciously tickled her pussy. Cameron tossed her head back and burst out laughing hysterically.

It was Tori's turn to gush. "Aw, that sound is still just as heavenly as ever!" she declared. "Cammy, babe, I'm so glad you're grown up now...and so sensitive down here!" She continued driving her insane tickling between the legs.

"Wow! Y'know, I was gonna get'cha to death all over, but the way this is going, I'm tempted to just tickle your cooch all night!"

"OHMYGOD!! Tori, please STOP!" Cameron shouted and begged in and around guffaws.

Tori was laughing just as hard as Cameron was.

"I can't stop!" she cackled. "I'm having way too much fun!"

Cameron was turning red. "NO! No, God, seriously, I'm...I'm gonna p—you're gonna make me pee!"

Finally, she felt Tori let up on her, for the moment.

"Well..." Tori said, catching her own breath, "...A'right. Wouldn't want you messing the sheets. I'd have a hell of a time explaining that to your parents, young lady." She shook a chiding finger at Cameron.

Cameron thought of something. "Hey, h—...hang on a second. Tori, how'd you even get me here?"

"Oh, well, y'know, it's pretty simple, hon. I do work out, if you recall, and you're not exactly a whale. I may not have been able to carry you the whole way anymore, so I just dragged you by the arms and pulled you up on the bed when I got ya in here."

Well, she supposed that explained it. But as she was thinking it through, Tori's voice cut back in.

"Although if you want..." She shrugged flirtatiously. "...I...guess we could skip the tickling...and just make out all night."

Cameron returned the flirting manner, arching her eyebrows with a subtle smirk.

"...Really?"

"Mmm." Tori leaned down to join their lips once more. Suddenly, Cameron's pussy was very happy to see her.

But as Cameron closed her eyes and began to pucker her own lips, she felt Tori's nails get her again, this time under the arms.

"PSYCH!" Tori shouted, viciously resuming the tickling torture. Naturally, Cameron screamed in raucous laughter.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAHAHAHAAHAAA!!" she exploded as Tori giggled right along at her.

Tori'd tricked her. And into thinking she was going to be getting some sweet loving, no less. How deviously cruel. Cameron helplessly blew out wails of laughter, soundlessly breathing the words, "Oh-h-h-h...you-u-u-u...bi-i-i-itch!"

Her eyes pinched shut. She whirled her face back and forth, yanking and pulling on the bonds with her limbs, whatever she could do for a little relief. But it was no use. She couldn't get away. The vixen's fingernails were everywhere. They scooted from her armpits down to her sides and belly, to her hips and waistline, to her outer thighs.

Then things got worse.

Tori pushed her over onto her side. Laying her leg over Cam's to hold her in position, Tori dug her fingers into her ass cheeks.

She erupted. Her voice involuntarily shot straight into whistle range. She had no idea her tush was so wildly ticklish—and with good reason; it had never been tickled before. In a strange way, though it drove her crazy, it also highly turned her on.

After a few minutes of forced screeching and shrieking, Tori decided she was finally done with the ass. So she delivered Cameron a hearty, mock-disciplinary spank on each cheek, and the nails slid down to the backs of her thighs and her calves.

Cameron was laughing so incredibly hard she felt like she was about to burst a lung. She knew she should be saving her breath, like Tori had advised, but she couldn't stop herself from frantically babbling out futile pleas of mercy.

About the point she reached the knees, Tori gave her another break and let her roll over onto her back again.

"OHMYGOD!! OhmyGod!" Cameron croaked. "Okay, Tori, seriously, no kidding, PLEASE, no more! I can't take it!!"

"You can't?" Tori teased, as if she still didn't adequately evaluate the effect this was having on Cameron. "Aw, poor baby...but then again...you silly thing, I haven't even gotten to your feetsies yet!"

Cameron's toes scrunched and curled up. Her feet were as sensitive as any other part of her. But just because she had survived the torment this far didn't guarantee she could last the whole night, or however long Tori planned to test her endurance.

But what Cameron didn't know was that Tori wasn't about to start on her delicate, fragile feet just yet.

To her surprise, she smoothed her palm across Cameron's tummy, fondling her breasts, and leaned down until she was lying on her side next to her. Her hand slid up the rest of the way until she reached her cheek. Her other hand took hold on the girl's remaining cheek, and Tori's eyes blinked smoky seduction into hers.

Her cunt moistened and generated another layer of arousal.

"Aren—...uh, aren't you gonna...t—...tickle my feet?" she asked nervously.

The babysitter's smirk was sultry and irresistibly hot.

"I thought we'd have a, uh..." Tori stroked a fingertip down her nose. "...Different kind of fun right now...honey bun."

Cameron's eyebrows rose high as they would go.

"OH..."

Tori nodded, coming in to seal the deal for real this time. As she leaned in further, her blonde locks pooled over Cameron's tits. She felt one of the woman's arms slip around her neck, between the pillow under her head and the mattress.

The mesmerizing kiss infused both bodies with a wild rush of crackling sexuality. Their noses took over the breathing. Mutual moans were exchanged, and both rightly took them as the flattering compliments they were. Cameron pulled even tighter on the ties pinning her arms and legs down, this time trying like mad to grasp the hot body alongside her and press the two of them together as tightly as she could. Pleasure engulfed her. Her clit was at full erection, twitching and beginning to throb.

Cameron wasn't the only one through whom rampant passion was blazing. Tori was feeling her own pussy moisten and her tits perk up at the hot action between them. Their collective body warmth heightened the temperature throughout the entire room. Both gasped desperately for breath, pulling their lips apart just enough to take a gulp of air before suction drew them together again. The lubrication began to drip down Cameron's thighs from her soaking pussy, begging for some affection.