Help Wanted
Chapter 3
All good things must come to an end, and so it was with regards to the
business and personal relationship I had with my former employer, Granny Gooch.
After nearly two months in her employ, Granny and I decided to terminate our
business arrangement, although she was still hot to trot when it came to our
personal relationship. I had to admit that considering this woman was in excess
of sixty years old, she could still deliver in the sack. The problem was she
wanted a lot more deliveries than I could afford to provide when my other duties
were taken into consideration.
Once Miriam and Karen arrived home from the hospital, I quickly realized
why the SOB I replaced resorted to bringing in his buddies to help him out.
Miriam and her daughter were two fucked-up individuals, and this didn't happen
recently either. It seems that incest ran in the family. Before Miriam had
Karen, for years she and Granny Gooch didn't miss a day without displaying their
affection for each other in lengthy sessions of sixty-nine and round robins
featuring vibrators, strap-ons and assorted adult toys such as pumps, handcuffs,
leather collars, whips and the like.
Naturally in this relationship, Miriam was the bottom. She enjoyed this
so much that when Karen got old enough to play, Miriam had a difficult time
making it as the dominant member of that pair. It was this problem that made her
seem reluctant to engage in doing what comes unnaturally. My predecessor just
pushed her to the breaking point with his approach to handling the demands that
Karen was putting on him when it came to doing the nasty.
I foolishly thought that bringing in some outside help in the form of a
pony and a couple of big dogs would easily solve this problem. I had gravely
miscalculated, and was unable to keep up with the demands from these two
fucked-up ladies, plus my semi-nympho employer who hounded me day and night for
all I could give and then some.
Both Karen and Miriam took more of my time than I had originally planned
for. That little girl was a sponge when it came to sex. Not only was she a
handful for me to take care of, in addition that little bundle of sex-crazed
flesh totally wore out the pony I rented to keep her busy. Toward the end that
poor creature would literally try to hide in its stall when she approached for
one of her daily outings with it. Karen swallowed so much pony cum that she
gained ten pounds in the two months she was under my care.
I will admit that the two dogs I rented did a hell of a job satisfying
most of that little girl's itches. Miriam never failed to be around to watch her
little darling and those two mutts go at it for hours on end. She really got
into things to the point that whenever they sort of started to lose interest in
porking Karen's asshole or cunt, she'd get busy on their cocks and suck them
back to life for another round of fun and games. Miriam picked up a gut from all
the canine cum she was downing once it had been deposited inside one or the
other of Karen's holes.
When it came to pain, Miriam was near the top of the scale as far as
enjoying it. If she had her way, I would have finished her off during the first
week she was back. This woman would go out of her way to get into trouble and
then to make matters worse, taunt me that I wasn't man enough to punish her
sufficiently so that she wouldn't do that particular thing again. When I
discussed the matter with Granny, she told me I was on my own, but if I did
serious damage to her daughter, I'd be in big trouble.
Brute force was not the answer, so I tried more subtle ways of making
Miriam hurt. She took enemas containing all sorts of nasty things, and held them
for up to an hour while I gave her a going over with a strap or perhaps a rubber
hose, working especially on that bulging belly caused by the two or three quart
enema she'd taken. She took the water cure, sometimes as often as two and three
times a day.
I'd jam a hose down her throat and fill her stomach until it got so big
it would flatten her lungs and cause her to pass out. Sometimes to really drive
her up the wall I'd invite Karen to join us and see how far she could get her
fist up Miriam's cunt. Other times I'd fuck that big titted broad in the ass
while she slowly bloated, looking like she was pregnant. Most of the time I
didn't waste any cum on her since Karen and her granny were both very demanding
customers for whatever my churning balls could deliver.
I even tried roping Miriam to her bed for an entire day, wrists and
ankles tied so tight to the posts that they'd turn blue after a couple of hours
and by night they would be so swollen that I needed to cut the ropes with a
knife to free her. To keep her entertained while I took care of Karen and her
granny, I'd leave a vibrator churning away inside her cunt and maybe I'd spread
her asshole with a pump-up butt plug for good measure. I'd also encourage Karen
to visit her mom at any time and feel free to use all the goodies I left on the
table beside her bed.
There would be special lotions and creams that once they contacted human
skin would turn into raging fires that could burn for hours if left unchecked.
Karen loved to rub them into her mom's cunt lips and clit. The little minx would
even release the butt plug so she could work a dollop into her mom's asshole and
then close it off with the inflatable dildo and watch Miriam shreik soundlessly
into the gag I always used to keep the noise down in her room.
Other times she'd sit besides her helpless mother and see how many pins
she could put into her tits. Her record was two hundred and forty seven in
Miriam's left tit, the slightly larger of the two, done one long and boring
morning when she wasn't in the mood for either the dogs or the pony. Other
favorite spots for needle work were Miriam's cunt lips and clit. She could get
as many as fourteen pins though Miriam's fat clit once it was properly teased
out from its protective hood.
Karen could always find a way to use up the entire supply of clips and
clamps I'd leave out for her edification and amusement. I had to admit that this
little teaser really had the makings of a major league dominatrix based on the
way she'd use these little nippers on her mom. One day I heard these strange
sounds emanating from the bedroom I'd stashed Miriam.
I was confronted by the sight of her tongue protruding from her mouth,
three clamps biting into it. Her lips were completely covered by smaller clips.
There were clips covering her ears and hanging from her face, as well as
pinching the flesh of her neck. Rows of clamps covered her cunt lips and one
particularly vicious nipper was eating into her clit. Her tits looked like an
over-decorated Christmas tree and not only were the nipples clamped, they also
had eight long needles running through each. It must have taken that little
demon three or four hours to bring Miriam to this state.
I was so impressed I got granny to come and take a look. She said it got
her hot and she expected me to do something about it once I got done
photographing Miriam in this condition. A few of the shots included a smiling
Karen posing besides her agonized victim. I left Miriam to writhe in pain for
the rest of the day. By the time I came round to free her that evening, there
was a huge wet spot between her spread thighs from all the cunt juice that had
leaked from her cunt as she reveled in the pain she was experiencing.
It was then that I decided that this situation was just too freaky for
this trainer-ringmaster-babysitter-gigolo. A week later I gave Granny Gooch my
notice and stood off her pleas, which turned into threats when she realized I
wasn't gaming her for a raise or some new perk. I couldn't resist one last romp
in the sack with this horny old broad and I will admit that she really showed me
every trick she had ever learned, but I held fast and took my leave. The last
sight I remember of that old former whore and madam, was her flat on her back,
eyes closed and totally exhausted, legs splayed and covered with drying cum, her
well fucked cunt foaming with a combination of her cunt juices and my cum. To
this day I still occasionally wonder whatever became of that weird trio.
Life goes on despite its little setbacks, and so I once more started
keeping an eye out for another interesting opportunity that might produce
entertainment and some coin of the realm. To my delight I soon discovered an ad
that promised all of the above. It was entitled "Chaperone Wanted". I read
between the lines of this innocuous request and decided to answer it. It read as
follows. "Trustworthy male needed to escort my teenaged step-daughter and her
mother to her cumming out debut to be held in a private home located in the
Southern part of the US. This assignment will require a minimum of one week to
accomplish. Successful candidate will be adequately compensated for his time as
well as having a very unique opportunity to be involved in this very special
event. References required."
If the man wanted references, he got references. My list included the
names of the directors of the two swing clubs I had membership in, the founder
of the private S&M coven of witches and warlocks to which I belonged, my charter
membership in the International Order of Dominants as well as persons involved
in the production of hard core S&M exhibitions, events and specialty programs.
As luck would have it, one of the names on my lengthy list turned out to be well
known to the client seeking a chaperone. This resulted in an invitation to be
interviewed for the position he had advertised.
Lamont Welby was a tall, whippet-thin man in his late 40s or early 50s
with a rugged face, piercing eyes that bored like lasers into mine and an
overall grim exterior. We hit it off immediately as I described some of my
previous assignments including the one I had just terminated. He mentioned some
other persons that we knew mutually and finally stated that I was the applicant
he had hoped to find. He then proceededto give me the necessary background to
explain why he felt in need of a chaperone for this new wife and her daughter.
So I sat back, relaxed and listened to what he had to say.
"I recently got married to a fellow swinger,a woman, Miranda, who I'd
been fucking and sucking for a couple of years. I also inherited her sixteen
year-old daughter, Dina, a fabulous creature with a feisty personality and a
body that borders on the unreal. This teen fuck goddess has a set of 38Ds that
are so firm that you can balance wine glasses on them. She was one of the main
reasons that I married Miranda."
"Miranda and Dina have been the best of bed buddies ever since the girl
was twelve and began taking lessons in the fine art of pussy eating from her
mother. This relationship is still going strong, but fortunately Dina is
bi-sexual, and so it's essentially a three-way marriage. Another great thing
about Dina is that she has a streak of masochism in her makeup. Miranda and I
have spent many pleasureable hours disciplining Dina rather harshly. Fortunately
for the girl, Miranda spent many years developing techniques for hurting her
daughter while leaving a minimum of physical evidence behind."
"This was necessitated when Dina started high school and had to strip
down and take showers with her classmates. A few of her buds at school as well
as her PE teacher are aware of her predilection for pain and sometimes take
advantage of this inside information. We've had the PE teacher over on a number
of occasions since she is good-looking, built and goes both ways as well.
Perhaps sometime in the future I'll let you in on the kind of scenes the four of
us do."
"A few months ago I was invited to spend time at a special get-together
of swingers to be held in the Southern part of the country; specifically in a
county where the age of consent for females is thirteen. I jumped at it since I
am also heavily into very young stuff. I decided this would be a good time to
formally introduce Dina into the swing life. It is not common knowledge, but
teens often join swing clubs in an unofficial capacity if the group is exclusive
and private enough. Her participation in this special meeting would establish
her credentials and make it easy for her to be welcomed into any of the fifty or
so clubs in the country that allowed teens informal entry."
"As if this wasn't enough for me to attend and bring the family, this
meeting was also hosting a Japanese film crew that would be making a number of
sadomasochistic videos featuring swingers who were into this scene. Naturally my
new wife and her daughter were into this in a big way and were wetting their
panties about the prospect of working in one of them if the opportunity
presented itself. To add frosting to the cake there would be a group devoted to
what they called "bonsai" pedophilia who would be meeting jointly with us. I
could hardly wait for the chance to add a few more moppets to my list of
bedmates."
I'd never heard that term before so I asked for the lowdown on what
bonsai pedophilia meant. His explanation blew me away. It seems that there was
an underground movement taking place in many parts of the country that was using
certain drugs to either inhibit or cause puberty to go into regression. Enough
data had been collected and shared among these folks so that they could now
produce what they called "bonsai" moppets.
If the drug regime was started at least two years before the onset of
puberty, it could be delayed from between three to five years. On the other side
of the coin, total regression was limited to two years from the true age.
Imagine fucking a seventeen year-old who looked like she was twelve. Now that
was something that caught my attention immediately. Imagine being free and clear
of statutory rape provided you did the deed in a county or state where the age
of consent was lower than eighten. It gave one pause to contemplate.
On the extreme end of things there were those who had no problem nailing
a thirteen year-old who looked like she was eight! Personally I thought that was
a bit much, even for a libertarian like myself, but it takes all kinds. In fact
there was an extreme end to the extreme end that turned my stomach.
Some practioners of the art had now gotten hold of new drugs that went
beyond causing a delay in physical maturation, they also had the same effect on
mental development. In truth these poor creatures not only looked much younger
than they were, their intellectual capabilities had also been impeded in the
search for even more authenticity. In truth those involved in this type of
activity were shunned by the rest of the pedo community, which gave me some
comfort.
My host continued to clue me in on things, and I shut up and listened.
As it turned out to his dismay, he discovered that he had to be in Tokyo the
very same week he was due to attend the swingers meeting. Naturally there was no
way that he was going to get away with not allowing his wife and her daughter to
attend this very special get-together; thus the need for a chaperone, one
knowledgeable about the ways of swingers and canny enough to make sure that
neither of his ladies got themselves into hot water. That's where I came in.
He assured me that if Miranda or Dina hit on me there would be no
consequences if I gave into their demands. To all extents and purposes, I was
also to be his surrogate at the get-together. I would receive a first class
round trip ticket as well as his company credit card to take care of such items
as a rental car, and miscellaneous extras, whatever they might turn out to be.
Our lodging was being taken care of by the meeting organizers. I was expected to
escort his ladiesto the meeting the day after tomorrow.
(To be continued)
