Chapter 1
"Oh, hi," Jasmine Cooper said nervously, jumping off the sofa. She rushed and turned down the television. "I wasn't expecting you until Sunday."
Shirley Kenyon smiled at her and put the suitcase down. "I know, but our friends couldn't go, so we decided to come home for the weekend. Oh, don't worry. We'll pay you for the whole time, you've earned it."
"Oh, thanks," Jasmine said, really happy now. Not only would she save two whole days of babysitting, but she would get paid for them. She looked around for her bag.
"Edward'll drive you home." Shirley gave Jasmine the money. "How's the kid?"
"Fine, asleep," Jasmine said.
"Good. Edward's in the car."
Jasmine was almost laughing with glee as she ran down the path, her shoulder bag swinging. She climbed into the car and grinned at Edward.
"Hi," she said, making sure her little denim skirt rode up over her thighs as she settled into her seat. Her blouse was already open more than was decent, just showing the clasp of her bra.
"I have to call somewhere first, Jasmine," he said, "is that okay?"
"Sure, Mr. Kenyon," she said, twisting her heel in his carpet, easing her legs over so that he saw under the hem of her skirt and up into the creamy white of her thighs only just below her panties.
Jasmine loved to tease men. They were such shits. The boys her age were always trying to feel her tits, urging her to take her bra off, show them her pussy. Jasmine agreed with her mother-that all that men wanted was to fuck and leave.
Jasmine shivered every time she thought of having a man's disgusting hands on her body. That was what was so great about teasing married men like Edward. He had to take it, suffer the horrible lust of wanting to sink his disgusting cock into her lovely little pussy.
Jasmine had lovely brunette hair, a sensual face with wide dark eyes and a large, sensual mouth that sent many men gasping with lust for her. She enjoyed slapping them down to size; often swaying her young thrusting tits in their faces and parading her curvaceous legs before them. Her ass was another asset in taming men. It was so tight and delicious-looking, one man had even begged her to let him kiss it all over, even down into her asscrack. She giggled as she remembered that. Men were so stupid, and that was the way Jasmine liked them.
"It's just over here," Edward said, swinging the car into the drive of a large house.
"Sure, Edward," Jasmine said, stretching, making sure her little skirt rode even farther up her thighs.
"Care to come in? We won't be long."
"Sure," Jasmine replied, smiling at him, leaning forward so that the upper curves of her tits showed.
He opened her door and waited as she climbed out. She pretended to stumble and fall against him, making sure her tits thrust into his chest, and she gasped as if aroused by his wonderful maleness.
He ignored her, waving her forward. He rang the bell and the door opened very quickly.
"Well, hi," a woman said. "Come in, Edward. And who's this?"
"Jasmine. Our babysitter."
"Hi, I'm Debbi." She shook hands with Jasmine and gave the young girl a very strange feeling. Debbi was a tall blonde with a hard, but beautiful face, her eyes level and piercing, her mouth wide and pouting.
She led them into a large room. "Edward's here. With his babysitter."
"Oh, hi," said a slim dark man, coming forward. "I'm Floyd, Debbi's man, she keeps me around because I fuck well."
Jasmine gasped.
"And this is Lewis," Floyd said, introducing Jasmine to a short, stocky man in his thirties. "And this is Ross."
Ross was just under six feet. A bald man with a face that expressed amusement. His body looked powerful.
"Drink?" Debbi asked.
"Er, well I'm not really old enough," Jasmine said.
"Coke, then?"
"Sure," Jasmine replied, wondering why Debbi was dressed in such a tight leather dress.
The dress slid down over Debbi's swelling tits, pulling her slim waist in tight. It also had a slit in it that went right up the side and showed the top of her black stocking.
Jasmine took the coke from Debbi and sipped at it, going over to Edward rather nervously. "Are we going to be here long?"
He smiled as he turned away from Floyd. "Well, now, what do you think is a long time?"
Jasmine shivered. The atmosphere in the whole room seemed to have changed. "Well, you know, more than an hour."
"Oh, longer than that."
"Well, how long?" She was really nervous now.
He shrugged. "Until we're tired of you. And if your body is as good as the bits of it you've been teasing us with, that will take most of the weekend."
"What!" Jasmine backed up. "What do you mean, Edward?"
"You've been flashing that body of yours all over the place." Edward smiled, putting his drink down. "Teasing everybody. Now you're gonna put out, for all of us. Fuck us all."
"No, don't be stupid, Edward!" Jasmine gasped. "I'll report you, I'll get the cops."
"But you're gonna beg us to fuck you," Edward said with a grin.
"No, no, don't be like that, Edward, no!"
"And we can hold you here as long as we like. Shirley's just asking your mommy to allow us to keep you on for a few more days to sit for the baby. Now your mommy isn't going to say no, is she? She knows how much you want the money. And she lets you do what you like anyway."
"No, no, Edward, you can't!" Jasmine gasped, backing up, running into Floyd. She twisted, then yelled with surprise and horror as he gripped her wrists. "Let me go!"
"I saw how you show your body off, you little whore!" he snapped. "Now you're gonna use it, fuck like a rabbit, that's what you're gonna do."
"No, no, you can't, no!" Jasmine screamed as Floyd twisted her around and flung her facedown over the table.
A hand pressed down onto her back and she couldn't get up, no matter how much she twisted.
"Stop this!" she yelled as Edward climbed onto the table and took her wrists in his strong w hands. "Edward, stop this!"
He twisted leather thongs around her hands and leaned back, pulling on them until they were tight.
"What are you doing!" she wailed as he flipped the end of the leather strap to Floyd. Floyd slid the end under the table, pulling on it. "Noooo!"
Her arms were pulled hard, stretching along the table. Suddenly her boots were grabbed and her legs spread violently apart.
"Nooooo! Stop it, stop!" she screamed.
Bonds were strapped around her ankles and then lashed to the legs on each side of the table.
Jasmine was stretched out. Her arms were pulled along the table top, her legs pulled open, her little denim skirt hitched up almost as far as her ass.
"What are you doing?" she wept.
The four men sat around the table, watching her. She broke into sobs, wondering where Debbi was until she felt a hand running over her stretched ass through her little skirt.
"Comfy?" Debbi purred, leaning down over Jasmine. The feel of her body on Jasmine's back made the girl gasp in horror. Debbi took a long thin cane and ran it under Jasmine's terrified eyes. "Do you know what this is?" n
"It's, it's a cane!" Jasmine sobbed, tears running down her face.
"And do you know what I'm going to do with it?"
"No, no!" Jasmine sobbed. "Edward, Edward, stop this, please!"
"I'm going to whip your ass with it until you beg us to get up on the table and take all your clothes off for us. Not that you've got very many on, but we'll enjoy it anyway."
"What! No, you can't! No! No!"
"I can, and I enjoy doing it so much," Debbi sighed, sliding the cane under Jasmine's terrified face. "You know something? I come when I whip little teases like you."
Jasmine wept in horror.
"You'll see," Debbi promised. She backed away, and Jasmine twisted on the table, trying to see what Debbi was up to.
Debbi began to work the little denim skirt up over Jasmine's ass, revealing her little white panties.
"No, stop that! No, you can't."
"Hey, guys, this is the best ass I've seen in a long while," Debbi said breathlessly. "Fuck, I might even keep this for myself."
Jasmine burst into sobs of shame as the men got up and came around the table to look at her ass. She felt even worse when the whistles started.
"Jeeezz, I knew she was flashing it around," Edward said, "but it's even better than I thought."
"Yeahhhhh!" Lewis sighed, sliding his hand over Jasmine's panties, making the little girl break into more sobs of shame. "Fuck, I gotta have that a lot, I mean a real lot. I get hard just looking."
"You ain't the only one." Edward smiled. "Okay, boys let's wait for Debbi to get to work."
"Edward, Edward, please! Tell her to stop this!" Jasmine pleaded as the men sat down again.
"Stop her? Fuck, Jasmine, I asked her to do this, she loves it. And I never refuse a lady anything she loves."
"What about me?" Jasmine sobbed.
Edward laughed. "I said a lady!"
Jasmine suddenly jerked as she felt the touch of the cane on her little panties, stroking her ass-flesh.
"Ohhhh!" Debbi purred. "I know these panties, they tear real easy, you watch."
The men laughed as Jasmine screamed with horror.
"Don't do it! I'll put you all in jail, I will!" The men laughed harder. Jasmine suddenly saw Debbi swinging the cane.