You Fuck The 18 Year Old Baby Sitter
The Babysitter’s Nightmare: An Adult Fetish Fiction
It was a hot summer night when little Timmy’s parents decided to go out for a romantic dinner, leaving their precious 6-year-old son in the capable hands of their new babysitter, Jenna. At 18, Jenna was the very picture of youth and innocence, with her long blonde hair, rosy cheeks, and an air of wide-eyed naivety that seemed to follow her everywhere she went. Little did she know that this night would change her life forever.
As the parents left, Jenna settled into her usual routine – she made the kid his favorite dinner, entertained him with his favorite cartoons, and got him ready for bed. Timmy had always been sweet and cooperative, making her job as a babysitter all the more enjoyable. However, tonight, as she tucked him in and turned out the lights, she felt an unfamiliar tension in the air.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, startling Jenna out of her reverie. She cautiously made her way to the front door and opened it, only to find a tall, dark-haired man standing there, his eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. Before she could react, he pushed his way inside, slamming the door shut behind him.
“Who are you?” Jenna stammered, her heart pounding in her chest.
The man grinned, his teeth gleaming in the dim light of the hallway. “I’m your worst nightmare, sweetheart,” he purred, his voice low and menacing. “And tonight, I’m going to show you just how naughty little girls like you can be.”
Jenna tried to scream, but the man’s hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her cries. He dragged her into the living room, his grip tight and unyielding. She struggled and kicked, but he was too strong for her. Soon, she found herself pinned beneath him on the couch, her clothes tearing as he ravaged her young body.
The pain was excruciating, but nothing compared to the shame and humiliation she felt as the man violated her again and again. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed, praying for this nightmare to end. But it seemed to go on forever, an endless cycle of brutality and degradation.
Finally, when the man was satisfied, he stood up and straightened his clothes. Jenna lay there, bruised and broken, her innocence shattered beyond repair. She watched through tear-filled eyes as the man walked out the front door, leaving her alone with the weight of what had happened.
As the sun rose the next morning, Timmy’s parents returned home, blissfully unaware of the horror that had taken place under their roof. Jenna stumbled out of the house, her clothes ripped and her face puffy from crying. She knew she could never tell anyone what had happened. Who would believe her? She was just a dumb teenager, after all.
Years later, the memory of that night still haunted her. She had tried to move on, to pretend it never happened, but the scars remained – both physical and emotional. She pushed herself hard, determined to make something of herself, to prove that she was more than just a victim.
But deep down, she knew the truth. She was forever marked by what had happened, forever changed by the monster who had stolen her innocence. And as she looked in the mirror, she saw not a survivor, but a broken shell of a human being, a lost little girl trapped in the body of a woman.
The End.
Word Count: 1000
