Adventures in Babysitting
(Posted on Saturday, December 1, 2001)
This story was submitted anonymously.

"This is such crap!" Rachel thought to herself as she walked to the Robinson's house. "I mean seriously," she mumbled under her breath. "Its Friday night for God's sake." Rachel had arrived home from cheerleading practice just fifteen minutes ago when her mother informed her that SHE WAS going to babysit for Mr. and Mrs. Robinson tonight.

"They are such little beasts!" Rachel thought when she remembered the Robinson boys. Jack and Johnny were always getting into trouble. They loved to torment Rachel and she wasn't going to stand for it tonight. She had to break her date with Billy for this!

Still in her cheerleading outfit, Rachel wiped the sweat from her brow. She still had on her uniform which was light blue (which matched her eyes) and white. On her feet she had on her white canvas Keds and cotton white socks.  Rachel pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail as she knocked on the Robinson's front door. Mrs. Robinson thanked her for coming on such short notice.

"The boys have some friends coming over to watch a movie, hope you don't mind. We'll make it worth your while." She and her husband were already running very late as they hurried out the door. "You boys be NICE tonight, do you hear me?" their mother called out. No reply was heard.

Rachel walked inside and dropped her book bag on the floor next to the sofa. She propped her feet on the coffee table and clicked on the TV. She just began to get comfortable Jack sneaked up behind her and grabbed her shoulders. "BOO!" He screamed.

Rachel's heart jumped out of her chest as she jumped up. "You little stinker. That was your one freebee, next time, your going to spend the rest of the night in your room!"

Soon the boys friends arrived. Rachel knew all of them from the neighborhood. They were all a bunch of little devils. The boys were all sitting on the floor when the movie started. Johnny got up and turned the lights down. Terry, a friend of the boys, sat on the sofa with Rachel. "You might be more comfortable if you take your shoes and socks off," he said.

Rachel rolled her eyes at him with that "WHATEVER" look she was so good at. Rachel began to read her new Seventeen magazine and stopped paying attention to
the boys. Her first mistake. All the boys were huddled around on the floor whispering to each other. Every once in a while they would glance at Rachel. She of course never took notice.

Soon, the phone rang. It was Mr. Robinson. "Rachel, I hate to tell you this but we are way over here in Pleasantville. Our car is acting up and I don't think we'll make it home tonight. There is food in the fridge and plenty of clean towels in the closet. You can sleep in the guest room if you want." Before she had time to respond she said "Thanks hon, we'll see you tomorrow" and hung up.

She told the boys the news and they all started laughing. "Thats not funny!" she scolded them.

"Oh what the matter Rachel? Billy gonna break up with you now!" they teased her.

"OK that will be enough of  that!" Rachel said. She got up and chased after Jack. He ran upstairs with her on his heels.

Johnny called out, "I bet you can't catch any of us. If you do we'll all go right to bed for the rest of the night."

Rachel knew she was going to win now. She was in excellent shape and could catch at least one of the boys. She turned to go back down the stairs when they all scattered. All except for Terry. "I'll help you catch them Miss Rachel. I know all the hiding places."

Rachel thanked him and told him he was a good boy. Terry took Rachel's hand and lead her out into the huge backyard of the Robinson place. "You have to use your brain in this situation." Terry said.

They snuck back towards the boys fort nestled in the backyard. "It must be nice to have such rich parents," Rachel thought as she looked at this fort. It was almost like a little house!

"I bet Johnny will be in here," Terry said. Slowly Rachel opened the fort's main door. The room was dark. She heard Terry close and lock the door behind her. Suddenly a light came on and Rachel saw every one of the boys in the room looking at her with a devilish grin. The room was silent for what seemed like forever.

Then Jack said, "Get her boys!"

Rachel screamed and turned to the door. It was too late, they were on her. There were too many of them for her to fight off. She had a boy grabbing onto each of her arms and legs with one on her back and the other with his arms around her waist. The boys moved her to the wall and forced her to sit down with her back up against the wall. Her arms were stretched out horizontally and tied with rope. The rope around each wrist was then tied to a metal loop screwed into the wooden wall of the fort. As the arm boys did their job, her narrow ankles were being bound together. They too were then attached to a metal loop screwed into the floor of the fort. The last boy fixed a pre-cut piece of duct tape over Rachel's mouth.

Once she was securely bound, the boys all stepped back to watch Rachel thrash around and pull at the ropes holding her. This took a good five minutes. Rachel was a fighter. Soon she was exhausted and stopped fighting. Her eyes, filling with tears, were wide with anger at the boys and they knew it. One of the boys took out his daddy's digital camera and snapped a pic. "Billy's gonna love this I bet," he
said as they all laughed.

This comment caused Rachel to thrash around even harder to get free. "It's no use Rach, better give up." Johnny said

Two of the boys then knelt down and began to take her Keds off. "Ever been tickle tortured?" Jack asked.

Rachel shook her head in horror. She knew that she was violently ticklish. "Well guess what then," he snickered. "First time for everything."

Rachel's Keds were slid off her socked feet. Terry bent bown and rubbed his hands on her white socks. "Feel how hot and wet they are guys." Each of the boys took turns rubbing her feet, while others felt her legs.

One of the boys remarked that her feet stank and he took one of her Keds and held it to her nose. Rachel tried to turn her head away from the inside of her shoe. While that boy was teasing her and laughing, two other boys were busy peeling her sweaty socks off her perfect feet. Once her socks were off, all the boys turned to look. They saw her pretty red painted toes sitting there before them. The room was deafingly quiet.

Terry went back down and held Rachel's bound feet in his hands. They were so baby soft and milky white on the tops. Rachel's soles felt like a piece of silk. Terry just sat there and stared as the camera boy was busy snapping pics of her bare feet.

"Alright fellas. Get in your positions," Jack ordered.

Rachel didn't know what was coming next, but she did know it couldn't be good. Two boys were stationed by her underarms and ribs, while another one was at her tummy. Terry was at her feet with Johnny. "Get em' ready boys," Jack said.

With that each of the boys pulled out a different object. One had a feather, the other a fork. One had a bucket with ice in it. Terry and Johnny had a sharp pencil and a feather duster. "On your marks, get set.... GO!" Jack screamed with a grin.

Rachel's eyes rolled back in her hard as all of a sudden she was tickled from every angle. Each of the boys were working their objects on her helpless body. The boys were going for broke, not any of this slow crap. They were tickling the hell out of Rachel. She thrashed around with all her might, but it was doing her no good. Hot tears of laughter streamed down her pretty face. This was hell and she was stuck dead in the middle of it. They tickled poor Rachel for at least ten minutes without stopping.

"Enough!" Jack said. The boys stopped and Rachel's head fell down limp. Her hair was a mess and hung down in her face. She could not move, every part of her body felt like it was on fire. Terry massaged her feet again. He had always been in love with Rachel's feet.

"Are you gonna tell on us?" Johnny asked pulling her head up by her hair. She looked at him with evil eyes and nodded. "Wrong answer, sock her!" he commanded.

Terry cut another piece of duct tape. He took one of her stinky white socks in his hands. He quickly ripped the tape from her mouth and forced her sweaty sock into her mouth. Rachel fought all the way. They finally had to apply pressure to the sides of her jaw to make her open wide. The sock was stuffed inside and a new piece of tape was put back over her plump lips. Rachel could both smell and taste the sweat from her foot now. She was completely grossed out. She knew she had worn the same socks all day long and even had a killer work out in them too.

Terry slowly began to drag the tip of his pencil up and down Rachel's tender soles. She flexed her feet and pointed her toes in an effort to get it away from him. She no longer had any energy to thrash around like she had before.  A piece of ice was brought out and also used on her soles. The little devil ran it from her heels up to and between each of her toes. The sensation of the ice between her perfectly shaped toes make her arch her back and pull against the ropes that held her wrists secure.

This went on for hours. They would tickle her until she almost passed out, then quit. only to start again when she regained some level of awakenness. They decided they should remove her gag. Besides it would be more to hear her beg! Nobody could hear her no matter how loud she screamed. The tape was pulled off and her eyes winced in pain. She spit the sock out her her dry mouth. The cotton material had soaked up all of her saliva.

They resumed their tickling as Rachel busted out in laughter. "NO please not any more. I can't take any more." she begged. They all agreed that they like to hear her beg and wanted more of it.

"Who's the best kids you've ever babysat, Rachel?" one asked her.

Before she could answer Johnny attacked her young soles with all his might. "You are Johnny! Your the best kid I've ever babysat!" Rachel screamed.

They soon realized they had the power to make her say anything!  It wasn't long before they made Rachel confess her love for each of the boys. They knew she didn't REALLY love them like that, she would just say anything when being tickled. They made her say that all of this was her fault and she had brought it on herself. She had to admit that she was a bad babysitter and from now on they could do whatever they wanted.

It began to get very late and poor Rachel had collasped from sheer exhaustion. They untied her and carried her up to the guest bedroom. She was tucked in to the bed and soon dead asleep. The next morning a very sore Rachel awoke. She looked at her wrists and ankles. They had deep marks imprinted in the skin from the ropes. Just then Johnny walked in. He took her foot in his hands and massaged the rope marks. He said that his parents would be home soon, maybe. He said that if she told on them, she would suffer twice as bad as she did last night. Rachel knew he wasn't kidding and nodded her head.

Rachel never walked past the Robinson's place ever again. That morning she couldn't find her shoes or socks and was forced to walk home barefooted. She slept for a day straight, having nightmares of being tied and tickled. It scared her for good, but somehow she found it strangly erotic.