Chapter 6
The Lonely Babysitter
Young and ravishing Amber Johnson, a striking, almost statuesque redhead of twenty-seven, found the long nights alone almost intolerably boring. For the last six months, since her husband had returned to active duty overseas, Amber had sat alone watching television and desperately wishing that the next few months would pass by quickly. Amber did not know when her husband would be home. She only knew one thing. She loved Duke Johnson more than she had ever loved anything in her life. She thought of her tall muscular husband who had been teaching Karate at a nearby studio until he was called back to overseas duty. Amber missed that husky brute of a man. Especially during the long nights when there was nothing to do and no one to talk to.
For a long while Amber had thought she would loose her mind. She spent long evenings writing terribly passionate letters to her husband overseas. Even writing to Duke, the weight of her loneliness was overwhelming. That was when Amber made up her mind to occupy her time with babysitting. At least being around young children would take more personal problems off her mind. Though Amber had no children of her own, after two years of marriage, she loved the mischievous pranks that children often play. More than anything else, Amber reflected, she wished Duke had been able to get her pregnant and leave some important part of himself behind.
For the first few months Amber found babysitting exciting and full of unexpected thrills, Amber left her modern furnished four room apartment each day, sometimes on the bus, and sometimes in the car when the people cared enough to come pick her up and bring her home. Always Amber carried a notebook, pencil, envelopes and a framed picture of her husband with her.
Many nights when the children were fast asleep, Amber sat alone listening to the mournful wail of the T.V. commercials, swiftly scrawling long passionate and lonely letters to Duke. Somehow she could create new worlds with her pen. Sometimes Amber became so involved that she could almost see Duke stooping over to come in the doorway. That was when her letters became stained with tears.
Amber was one of the few soldier's wives who never gave a thought to being unfaithful. Sadly, Amber confessed, she was coming to rely heavily on masturbation. Sometimes as she wrote the long lonely letters she would draw the drapes in the living room and silently finger between her moist thighs.
Amber found many sitting jobs open in her area. She was glad that good sitters were hard to find. It gave her more opportunity to stay busy and to earn some spare money for herself. When she was at home during the day Amber sewed new fashions on the expensive sewing machine that had been Duke's second wedding anniversary present to her.
On the night of February 7, 1969 Amber Johnson sat at the highly polished Chippendale desk at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Phelps. As Amber bent over the desk she noticed that her bra strap was loose. It was aggravating to have to reach up under her sweater to fasten it. Amber felt the pendulous weight of her breasts when the clasp came loose. Amber longed for hard masculine hands to hold her and caress those aching tits that had been neglected for so long. But in all of her dreams of fulfillment Duke had always been the man that Amber craved to fill her sensual desires.
It was snowing outside. The wind was howling furiously. Amber could hear the loud cry of the pane glass as it trembled in the window frames. Even with a warm fire roaring in the open fireplace Amber felt cold and alone.
Amber glanced at her watch. It was almost time for the eleven o'clock news. Amber knew that Mr. and Mrs. Phelps would not be home until sometime around four in the morning. If the storm kept up, Amber reflected, they might not come home until very late in the day when the sun had melted some of the snow from the highways.
Amber was thoroughly shocked to hear the sound of heavy pounding on the door. She heard the soft oriental chimes of the doorbell. She knew someone was outside. Amber pushed back the antique Captain's chair and padded in bare feet across the thick red pile carpet.
Gazing through the round 'peep hole', a round almost binocular type device which permitted her to look outside, Amber saw a tall boy with an expensive sheep-skin coat pulled up high around his cheeks. He was pressing the buzzer with an almost insane kind of urgency. Normally Amber would not have opened the door under any circumstances but considering the weather and the fact that a car was stuck outside trying to climb up the steep hill Amber pulled back the thick protective lock-bolt.
"Sorry to bother you — lady ..." a tall clean-shaven youth smiled. "But may I use your phone? I've got to have my girlfriend home by eleven. As you can see we seem to be stuck outside. I'd like to tell her folks we'll be late. If you don't mind."
Amber allowed the tall well-dressed youth to enter the house. The boy, who was blond and in his late teens, shook the snow from his jacket as he apologized for the inconvenience. Amber stared at the lone figure in the skidding car. She could not tell if "it was a man or a woman because of the hood pulled up over the persons head. Amber ushered the tall youth towards the phone.
The boy began to dial the number. He seemed to forget the last two digits. Amber watched as the youth thrust his hand down into his coat pocket to locate the number. Amber was thoroughly shocked and surprised when she found herself staring down the highly polished black muzzle of a small hand gun.
"Okay — baby!" the youth grinned, suddenly relaxing his formal pose, "let's go to the basement and let my associates in. You go ahead of me. No funny business. This thing is loaded — don't you know?"
Amber trembled even though she was wearing a thick fuzzy blue sweater she had found hanging in the closet. Amber heard the youth's heavy footsteps behind her as she turned on the light in the basement.
Amber opened the garage door. She found three other hooded youths staring at her with cool angry eyes. Amber moved back to allow the three youths to enter.
"Sorry to bother you — sugar!" a stocky built boy with long old-fashioned sideburns laughed. "But we're not waiting outside in this storm. We're on our way home from a basketball game. We haven't got any chains. Maybe these dudes got some around the garage somewhere. After a brief search the youth located a bag of chains.
"Just the right size, too!" Reed, an orange-haired youth, with a plethora of small brown freckles, smiled. "Roll that buggy in here and let's get these things on. Then we can make a quick escape!"
One of the youths with thick brown hair, bushy eyebrows and thick horn-rimmed glasses opened the garage door. He signaled the car to enter. Keith held the hand gun on Amber as the two other youths, Hugo and Spence, began fastening on the chains.
"She'll pull like a tank now ..." Hugo grinned, touching his long sideburns. "Those chains look as if they've never been used."
"What do you want?" Amber gasped, noticing the bold stares at her ripe flesh.
"Shelter from the storm — lady!" Keith laughed. "We know you're just the sitter. Mr. Phelps won't be home for hours. Maybe we can have some fun together — lady. Where's your husband?"
"Upstairs ..." Amber lied.
"She's fibbing..." Keith interrupted. "I've been upstairs. She's alone. The kid's in bed. Snoring like a rock."
Keith went upstairs first to make sure all of the shades and blinds were drawn. Three of the youths squatted in front of the open fireplace. Keith made them take off their boots so as not to track up the carpet.
"Hey — you guys . . ," Hugo laughed, "read this mushy letter! God — she's got it, bad for some cat overseas. It says here she can't live without him and that the nights alone are so lonely she doesn't know what to do with herself."
"Masturbate — sugar!" Spence sniggered. He grabbed at the intimate letter.
"Leave that alone!" Amber screamed. She tried to pull free of Keith's grasp.
"Holy — damn! . . ." Hugo giggled. "She says she wakes up screaming and clinging to his pillow whispering . . . Duke . . . Duke . . . Duke. Hmmmm — I bet she cries 'dick . . . dick . . . dick.' "
"God — baby," Hugo laughed. He stroked the front of his tan trousers indicating the noticeable bulge beneath. "You must need it bad — sugar! Can we help you out in the SEX department?"
"I don't want anyone but my husband . . ." Amber cried. "Leave me alone!"
"Ooh — poor neglected little wife," Reed teased, moving his hand towards his groin. "I've got something in here that might make you forget that your man's so far away!"
"Please . . . ," Amber sobbed, suddenly realizing her helplessness. "Leave me alone!
"Gee . . . baby . . . you're pretty," Spence laughed. "The four of us guys could really turn on with a dame like you. Since you're so damn lonely why don't you let us show you a good time?"
Suddenly Amber recalled a newspaper story not yet a month old about four youths who had broken in and raped a lonely babysitter who happened to be keeping the midnight vigil in a well known section of town. Amber recalled having read something about theft, rape and robbery. Suddenly Amber feared for her life.
"You look like you know us . . ." Hugo laughed. "Like maybe you're linking us with that story in the papers three weeks ago. Would it come as a surprise if we told you we were the same bunch?"
Amber remained silent as Hugo approached her visibly rubbing the firm bulge in the front of his pants. Hugo licked his upper lip in a sensual manner as he approached her with his middle finger extended in a profane gesture.
"Babysitters are our prime targets," Hugo laughed. "For instance we got this address from a card at the laundromat advertising for an experienced sitter. Name . . . address . . . phone number. We've watched you a few times. We know what time your employer comes home. Remember the phone call you got about an hour ago asking for Mr. or Mrs. Phelps? That was us. Checking to see if you were alone."
"Oh — NO!" Amber cried. She backed towards the fireplace. Hugo approached her with an insane gleam in his eye. "Please — leave me alone!"
"Reed — you and Spence case the joint upstairs. Pick up some valuables," Hugo laughed. "Keith and I will break her down for some passion games!"
Hugo reached out to embrace Amber. His fleshy hands moved around her waist. He pulled her up firmly against his belly. Hugo clasped his hands behind Amber. He grinned as her fleshy breasts rubbed his chest.
"God — you're a handful!" Hugo groaned. "A real whopping handful!"
Hugo reached out to caress those firm breasts. He moved one hand up under the tight blue sweater. Hugo squeezed those tits after loosening the bra. Amber did not fight. She had nowhere to go since her back was pushed up against the mantel piece. The flaming fire was scorching Amber's legs. She thought she could smell her stockings being burned by the heat.
Hugo mashed his lips against hers. Amber felt the painful bite of his teeth. Amber's mouth opened, her lips parted to admit the probing tongue. Amber felt Hugo sucking her tongue as he manipulated her breasts. Amber felt the rock-hard pressure of his penis against her skirt. She felt Hugo moving his whole body in sensual gyrations. "Don't I make you want it — baby?" Amber remained speechless. She felt those hot lips sucking her ear lobes. She knew that the lobes of her ears were unusually long. Duke had always teased her about how women with long lobes were supposed to be extra-passionate. Sometimes, Amber recollected, Duke had sucked her ears like he sometimes sucked her clitoris when he performed cunnilingus on her.
"You're a damned sexy little bitch!" Hugo laughed. He unfastened Amber's skirt.
Amber felt her skirt fall to the floor. Amber felt naked standing in just her panty hose and bra. Hugo removed the bra from her shoulders. Suddenly Hugo's lips moved to the full honey-brown aureoles. Hugo fastened his lips over the firm nipple. Hugo sucked hard. Hugo felt the ripe nipples standing out like over-ripe fruit waiting to be eaten.
Keith, the tall blond haired youth who had first forced admittance moved beside her. Keith pulled down her panty hose, exposing the full fleshy thighs and the pubic mound for inspection. Keith drew in his breath as he stared at the pink pubic lips.
"I bet your hubby loves to get lost in that forest ..." Hugo laughed. "Gawd — what a ripe little cunt!"
Hugo and Keith both dragged Amber towards the couch. They pushed her over the well-padded arm, exposing her buttocks to their inspection. Amber thought for a moment as she struggled that Hugo meant to rape her anus. Amber choked at the thoughts of rectal penetration. It was something she would not even allow her husband to do in his wildest moments of passion.
Amber felt a hot penis being shoved in between her thighs from the rear. She fought until she felt the cock nudging firmly between her vaginal lips. Amber relaxed when she realized her attacker meant to penetrate her normally. Hugo kept pumping his phallus between her thighs from behind. Keith moved his hands to her breasts. He squeezed them. Keith moved his finger to her ripe cunt. He began massaging Amber's very vulnerable clitoris. Amber moaned as she felt herself dually assaulted fore and aft by digit and phallus.
"Come on — honey . . . babe! . . ." Hugo groaned. He shoved his cock in solidly to the hilt. "Get with it—dame!"
Hugo began massaging her breasts as he moved his prick into Amber's vagina from behind. Hugo loves the feeling of his hot testicles mashed up against a pair of soft and fleshy buttocks. Hugo had always been crazy about dames with big asses. Sometimes he liked to jack himself off between a girls flabby buttocks without entering her rectum. Hugo drove deep and hard. He felt the vaginal muscles squeezing down firmly against his cock.
"Bite down hard — kid!" Hugo screamed, thrusting harder. "Give me a good ride! God — I love the feeling of your firm hot ass! I'd rather do it from behind anytime!"
Amber felt herself slowly becoming aroused. She felt Hugo inside her pulsating with desire. Amber felt the heavy flow of her own desire. Amber uttered a sigh of relief as Hugo creamed inside of her.
Amber fought with Keith as he tried to push her down on the couch. Keith squatted over her naked belly. He slapped her face.
"Hold still - damned bitch!" Keith shouted. "Or else I'll pull those bright red nipples off. Lay like a nice dame — while I get the intimate taste of your sex juices in my mouth!"
Hugo held Amber's arms while Keith moved his lips over those firm nipples. Keith sucked one nipple while roughly manipulating the other by hand. Amber felt those burning lips moving down. Amber felt those lips on her abdomen. Amber always got hot whenever a mouth got near her cunt. This time was no exception despite the fact that she did not want to become aroused. Perhaps, Amber thought, she had gone without sexual gratification too long to remain immune to sexual advances.
Keith nudged his tongue back and forth over Amber's clitoris. Keith moved his lips in circular motions, making the body beneath him respond. Keith's tongue was still, like a penis. Keith moved his tongue back and forth over that prominent nodular appendage. Keith sucked on the clitoris, drawing it up between his lips. His tongue moved into the wet slit.
"Oh — noooooo!" Amber gasped, suddenly becoming aroused. "Oh — noooooo!"
"She digs it — baby!" Hugo cheered. "Give her some more of the same. I have a special treat in store for her once you get her good and hot!"
Keith kept sucking Amber's cunt until it became hot molten liquid. Keith lapped and sucked like a man who had gone wild. Amber tossed back her head, rolled her eyes and thrust her belly upwards towards the face mashed against it.
"Beg for it — baby! ..." Hugo laughed, pathetically, "BEG him for it - baby!"
"Oh - NO!" Amber cried. "SUCK ME!"
Amber began thrashing wildly on the couch. Her belly quivered and her hips moved like ball-bearings. Amber began moving her clitoris up against those teeth that lightly nipped at her clitoris. The tongue shot deep into her womb.
"Suck her off! . . ." Hugo shouted. "Suck her good-BABY!"
Keith continued the shaft and sensual tongue motions inside Amber's vagina. He was ravishing the juice that poured into his mouth. Finally Amber's body grew rigid and then collapsed in a soft wave of sensual release.
"She's almost dry!" Keith grinned. He kissed the slightly indented navel.
Reed and Spence stomped down the stairs with a pillow case full of stolen goods. Spence gave a quick verbal run-down on the quality of the jewelry they had found. Reed went over to the desk where the long tubular light bulb was still burning. Reed turned off the light. Then he unscrewed the tubular bulb. He showed it to Hugo, grinning from ear to ear like some self-masturbating idiot.
"You know what I told you they were good for? ..." Hugo laughed, "so why not use it on our victim?"
'Neat idea — man!" Reed grinned, scratching his itching penis. "Go and get something to grease it down with. Butter — maybe!"
When Hugo came back he had the antique round glass butter dish in his hand. Hugo rubbed the warm light bulb with butter. He watched it melt. Hugo took a big wad of butter on the end of his finger and shoved it deep inside of Amber's ass-hole. Hugo reamed his finger around inside her ass.
"A hot light bulb is known to stretch an unwilling anus ..." Hugo grinned. "It warms that area up and makes it stretch. I'd love to shove my prick in your butt but you'd probably scream yourself to death. This will prepare you!"
Spence had a sadistic grin on his face as he took the light bulb socket out from the desk lamp. Spence held the cord so that the long tubular bulb, which was about six inches long, could be screwed back in the socket and then plugged into a wall receptacle without being held in the lamp. Spence instructed Keith to push those fleshy buttocks apart.
"Make sure the cord's plugged in tight," Spence laughed, moving the hot bulb against Amber's rectum.
Amber was terrified as she felt herself being pushed down over the overstuffed arm chair. Three youths held her captive while Spence moved the hot desk lamp bulb against her butt.
Amber felt her buttocks spreading to admit the bulb. Amber felt the end of it move inside her. She felt Spence pushing harder. Amber felt the temperature of the thing once inside her ass-hole becoming even hotter. Amber was terrified as Spence began moving the bulb in and out in short hard strokes.
"You've got a HOT one now ..." Spence mumbled. "God — babe — don't squeeze too tight with those anal muscles. You might break the thing inside of you and shatter it into a thousand tiny pieces. Not to mention the BIG jolt that exposed filament might give you. Maybe it would be heavy enough to kill you. Who knows? And if you did survive a doctor would spend hours picking the tiny pieces of shattered glass from inside your butt!"
"Take it OUT — please!" Amber screamed. "Oh -take it out!"
"When I do . . ." Spence giggled, "I intend to shove my fat prick in!"
"Oh — NO!" Amber cried. "Oh ... no. Please — NO!"
The heat inside the bulb was becoming almost unbearable. Amber was afraid to move as the bulb grew even hotter inside her. Amber moaned in pain. In the end she begged Spence to take the bulb out.
"Okay — kid!" Spence laughed. "But you asked for it!"
Spence withdrew the hot tubular bulb slowly. Then he unleashed his own uncircumcised penis. Spence shot it into the warm greasy hole that appeared like a small target in front of his eyes. Spence shot into that tight ass-hole. Spence entered until the root of his penis whacked outside her buttocks.
"Oh . . . noooooo!" Amber screamed. "Please — you're killing me! Noooooo!"
"Squeeze it — sugar!" Spence giggled. "I'm about to shoot. Hold on — sugar!"
Spence moved his hands around towards Amber's vagina. Spence moved an explorative finger to Amber's ripe clitoris. As Spence drove his aching phallus into Amber's greasy rectum he worked his finger swiftly across the nodular bud. In a matter of mere seconds he had Amber panting hotly for her climax.
"Oh . . . ummmm . . . fuck . . . me!" Amber gasped. "God - FUCK ME! Oh - it's . . . been . . . so-oooo . . . long. Too — damned — long!"
Spence moved his fiery prick in and out of her greasy ass-hole. His curious finger worked Amber's love lump. Amber felt herself climbing the steps towards passionate relief. Amber felt herself flying over the top. Amber screamed out as her noisy orgasm erupted simultaneously with Spence's. Amber clung to Spence in desperation as they both collapsed.
As Spence removed his dwindling penis Reed tossed Amber down on the couch. Reed had grown rigid watching them ass-fuck. Reed's organ shot upward, laying flat against the metal of his brass belt buckle.
Reed flopped down on top of Amber. In a matter of minutes Reed had his own bulging joint buried in her vagina. Hugo ran upstairs in search of something. Amber clung in desperation to those ball-bearing hips that thrust that ripe prick into her womb. Reed moved his hands down under the buttocks. Reed drove his penis hard and deep, causing the couch to groan under his lust.
"Easy — lad!" Keith giggled, visually aroused.
"Easy — shit! ..." Reed hissed, through clenched teeth. "I need it bad. I want it fast and furious. And this honkie is going to give it to me. I'm going to teach her how to FUCK!"
Because the cushions were soft Reed worked his hands under Amber's fleshy buttocks. Amber felt the solitary thrust of a lone finger into her rectum. At the same time Reed pumped his prick deep and hard. Reed moved his finger in and out of the tight anus while he pummeled her. Amber rose to meet those violent thrusts. Amber felt the root of the penis rubbing her clitoris. She felt those testicles whacking against her buttocks. Amber felt the thrill of response growing inside of her. Amber's strong sexual desires became more demanding. Amber dug her fingernails into Reed's shoulder. Amber rotated her hips, thrusting her vagina upward, impaling herself on that penis.
As Hugo appeared in front of her holding a plugged-in electric toothbrush Reed thrust both hands under her buttocks. He pumped with unceasing passion. Amber's body stiffened. Both of them collapsed in orgasmic relief.
Hugo approached Amber's collapsed body with a whirring pink electric toothbrush. Hugo spread Amber's legs. Hugo jerked his phallus until it spewed juice all over the bristles. Then Hugo rubbed the soft brush over Amber's thighs. Hugo approached her vaginal lips. Amber stiffened as she felt the electric toothbrush entering her round wet hole.
After the initial shock wore off Amber noted the sensations were pleasurable. Keith ran upstairs to grab a companion electric model hanging on the wall. When Keith returned he plugged the toothbrush in. He moved it slowly over Amber's clitoris. Amber had never felt such wild sensations before in her life. Amber forgot about her husband being overseas. She closed her eyes and violently imagined it was Duke that was lapping something deep inside of her womb.
Amber could not escape the violent pleasure those twin household objects brought her. She realized that Keith and Hugo were using them as nothing more than crude masturbating devices. Amber felt her desire pouring out in wet passion.
"Oh — gawd! . . ." Amber moaned. "It's been so . . .lo . . n . . g! Oh — Duke — darling — forgive me! Oh — gawd — FUCK ME! Ram it deeper inside me. Oh — make me come on that whir — ring come-stick."
Amber kept moaning and screaming, groaning and crying until her last spasm of passion was released. Amber did not object when the youths placed huge scoops of ice cream in her cunt. Or when they splattered warm jelly on her boobies and cunt. She lay there gasping in pleasure, writhing with desire, as those four youths sought to satisfy the ranging fire in her loins.
Amber unleashed her hidden desires. She abandoned herself to mute passion. She knew she could be unfaithful without being caught. Because the youths had forced themselves upon her and raped her she was blameless. The innocent victim of a gang rape and robbery.
No one would ever realize the fact that Amber was now thoroughly enjoying one of the most sensually abandoned moments of her entire life. Amber truly appreciated the fact that the youths were almost insatiable.
Amber shut her eyes. She would remember this thrill for a long time. By stretching her imagination Amber was able to make believe that it was her husband doing these wildly perverse things to her. Amber silently prayed that her attackers would not tire until the wee hours of the morning.
PSYCHOLOGICAL COMMENT:
This case history indicates that many adolescents not yet out of their teens find pleasure in performing gang rape and robbery at the unprotected homes which are often guarded only by a lone babysitter. Specific persons have always been the targets for aroused teenagers who wish to sexually molest an innocent victim.
Amber recalls having read of a similar rape and robbery in the papers just a short time before the youths came to her door. Amber admits she enjoyed the violent rape experience.
Amber's problem lies in the fact she feels strong guilt for having actively participated in the group orgy. After phoning the police and informing them of the rape-robbery Amber phoned the country club and told Mr. and Mrs. Phelps what had happened. The amazing thing was that their two year old son, Jason, had not been awakened by the sounds of struggle.
Amber gave the police the barest details. Because of the stolen goods taken from the house she realized a police report would be necessary. If it had just been rape she would never have reported it. But there was no way for Amber to hide the robbery.
Mr. and Mrs. Phelps assured her they held her blameless. The rape received wide news coverage. Amber did not inform the police she had cooperated with the attackers. She only noted that she had been sexually violated in a number of ways. Amber consulted me a week after the rape-robbery occurred.
Today the popular teenage trend is towards violent sexual abuse. Youth today find that babysitters are prime targets for rape-robberies because they are alone and vulnerable.
Thus we can see that Amber is not the first woman to be violated by teenagers who feel that 'gang rape' is the newest and wildest sexual thrill available to them. Amber becomes a mere statistic in the wave of passion lust that indicates the growing dilemma of teenage confusion.
As Doctor L.T. Woodward notes in SADISM . . .
"Teenage sadism is the outgrowth of teenage confusion. This is the true indictment of our society. Rootless, purposeless children, seeking prestige, asserting their identity, slide into the dark abyss of sadistic behavior. They are not necessarily twisted psychotics. On the contrary, they seem to be sane, well-balanced, 'normal' individuals. Until they strike out in bloody and incredibly cruel hatred."
Gang-banging then becomes an attempt to assert one's identity through group sadism and violence. Sometimes the by-products are pleasurable for the victim. Often cases end in tragic and ritualistic mutilation-murders. Fortunately Amber escaped with only mild psychological damage in comparison to the gross physical harm that might have been done to her if her attackers had been more depraved.
Though her molesters may have achieved some form of group identity through gang-rape Amber complains that she feels she has lost her self-respect. We are hopeful that analysis may give her back that which she feels she has lost.