This will probably be the beginning of a new series, although I don't know when I will continue it, since I've got some stories started and more sagas to finish, beginning with "Kidnapped for Charity".

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this adventour suffered to a wild girl and her babysitter.

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  - Mom, I'm a grown-up!! You can't keep controlling my life!!

  - Keep that attitude for your friends, young lady! This is my house, and as long as you live here, you'll follow my rules.

  - But I'm eighteen!! I don't need a dumb babysitter!!

Mackenzie Robertson stared at the mother-daughter fight like a fan watching a tennis match.

She had been hired by Mrs Pope to take care of her daughter, but what she didn't know is that young Amy was already a grown-up. Anyway, she had been hired to do her job, and that's what she intended to do, whether Amy liked it or not.

 - You’ll do as you’re told, yound lady. Now I must go.

 - I hate you!! – Amy shouted, running upstairs.

Mrs Pope turned to Mackenzie with a glare of frustration.

  - I'm sorry about all this, Mackenzie.

  - Oh, that's fine, Mrs Pope. I totally understand. I'll try to deal with Amy as good as I can.

  - Oh thanks. But if you get in amy trouble, don't hesitate to call me.

  - Don't worry, really. I'm sure we'll finally get along.

  - Oh, I hope so.

Mrs Pope relaxed a bit after Mackenzie's words. The young girl stared at the mature woman. She was kind of hot for her age. Had blonde mid-cut hair and two beautiful blue eyes, although what stood out the most was her enviable figure, specially her huge tits.

Mackenzie, however, had nothing to be jealous for. She was a tall long red haired young woman, in her mid twenties, with pale brown eyes and a very nice body. Even though her boobs weren't as big as Mrs Pope's, her full figure looked even nicer.

Not to talk about young Amy. Having inherited her mom's boobies, and adding her youth and wildness made her the hottest girl in college. However, she had dyed her natural blonde hair in a blue colour, same tone that her eyes.

  - Well, good luck, Mackenzie, and thank you again for doing this.

  - No problem, Mrs Pope, and have fun in your party!

Mrs Pope said goodbye to her and left the house. Mackenzie headed upstairs to check on Amy and found her trying to sneak away through her window.

  - What do you think you're doing, young lady?

  - Ehmmm... I don't need a babysitter! - she tried to fight back.

  - That's not a reason to kill yourself.

  - I wasn't going to kill myself!

  - You think so? What if you had fallen from the window and landed with your neck in the ground? There's no need to be like that, Amy, we can even have fun!

  - Did you have a babysitter at eighteen?

Mackenzie thought about it. She was about to tell her a lie, but in order to make her trust her she was honest.

  - I was actually already babysitting.

  - You see? And she still thinks I need a babysitter! Give me a break!

  - And why do you think she's so protective?

  - Well, when she was about my age she got kidnapped being home alone.

  - Really?

  - Well yes. She wouldn't want me to tell this to anyone, but screw her. She was kept bound and gagged for 24 hours, until my grandparents paid the ransom. She had never got over it.

  - Wow, that's terrible!

Amy lowered her head, feeling like she had been too unfair with her mother, but soon regained strength to shout again.

  - But it doesn't mean that's going to happen to me! I need some freedom! I'm in my golden years!

  - Well, you're kind of right, Amy. But shouting out loud isn't going to make things better for you. And me being here doesn't mean you and I can't play something and have fun. Tomorrow, you can talk to your mom and explain her everything you've told me.

Amy looked at Mackenzie's eyes, somehow grateful, when suddenly, a wild idea came to her mind.

  - Thanks, Mackenzie. You're cool.

  - You're welcome, Amy. Now don't you want to play anything? Or doing our manicure or something?

  - You know what? There is a game I used to play with my babysitters when I was much younger. It's called Cops & Robbers, does it ring a bell?

Mackenzie began laughing out loud, before the look of unknowing of the younger girl.

  - Do you think I was born yesterday? Hahahahaha.

  - Why would you say that?

  - You want to tie me up so you can escape and meet up with your friends, don't you?

Busted. Even though Amy tried to say no, her face left no place for doubt. She had been caught.

  - Fuck! - she complained - I thought I could get away with this... hahaha

She smiled shyly.

  - Well I'm sorry, honey.

She then realized of the deception look in the young girl's eyes and come up with something.

 - Okay, how about we make a bet?

Amy seemed interested at once. She opened her big bright blue eyes and looked at her babysitter, intrigued.

 - A bet?

 - Yes, how about I tie YOU up?

 - Wait, me? Aren’t babysitters the ones that usually get tied up?

 - Here comes the second part, sweetie. If you let me tie you up, and I mean REALLY tie you up, and somehow you manage to escape, I’ll let you tie me up, so that I can’t do anything to keep you in here.

 - Really? Would you do that?

 - I wouldn’t do anything. I just couldn’t do anything. Hahahahahaha.

 - But my mom?

 - I’ll deal with her. Don’t worry about that.

Amy seemed to think about it. The offer was hard to reject, even if she had to get tied up to make it.

 - And what if I can’t get out?

 - I’ll just let you out, but we both stay at home, watching a movie like two friends.

Well, she would eventually let go anyway, and the worst part that could happen would be staying at home watching a movie with what seemed like a nice woman.

What could go wrong?

 - Okay, let’s give it a try – she finally conceded.

 - Yaaay! – Mackenzie cheered – let’s see. Do you have any coil of rope or something around here?

 - Well, there’s tape in the kitchen. Would that work?

 - Sure! Why don’t you bring it?

Amy conceded and got downstairs, while Mackenzie waited for her in her room. When the blue-haired got back, she got surprised by finding her babysitter in her lingerie.

 - I’m sorry. I can get dressed again if you feel uncomfortable. I was just so hot… And since we both are adults here I didn’t think it would be a problem.

That last sentence got to convince her.

 - Sure! I’ll even do it myself.

 - Great!

She got undressed, just like her babysitter, showing a pair of lace red panties and a white wonderbra.

 - What a figure, honey! You really are an adult!

The girl blushed.

 - Okay, honey. Hands behind your back.

 - Behind? I thought they could be in front.

 - I said REALLY tied up, remember?

The girl lowered her head and nodded, complying. Mackenzie soon had her wrists all wrapped up, and did the same with her hands, covering them in tape.

 - Don’t you think this is too much, Mackenzie?

 - Of course not, honey. I said this was a bet, I can’t make it easy for you, can I?

 - I guess not.

 - Since we agree on this, let’s keep going.

Mackenzie showed no mercy by tying her victim’s lower body. She made her cross her legs, which Amy reluctantly did, and bound her ankles together. Next, she tied each one of her ankles to its thigh, making a tight frogtie. Not happy with all of that, she also wrapped her waist to her bound wrists, making sure she could barely move an inch.

 - Wow! You really weren’t kidding.

 - Nope. Really tied up. Does it feel too tight?

 - Well, it does, but I guess I don’t have a word on that matter, do I?

 - Haha. You don’t, honey. And that reminds me of something.

She searched in one of Amy’s drawers looking for something, and took two scarfs out.

 - What… what is that for? – Amy asked innocently.

  - This is for the gag, dumbie.

 - Gag? We never said anything about a gag.

 - Well, I think it was pretty obvious. What kind of bet would be if you could untie yourself using your teeth?

 - You think I can do anything with my teeth? I’m totally stuck here!

 - I can’t take the risk, Amy. Come on! It’s part of the fun!

After some more negotiations, Amy finally gave up and opened her gag so Mackenzie could stuff the first bandana inside her mouth. Next, she took the second gag, longer than the one before, and wrapped it around Amy’s head two times, making it a nice and tight cleave gag.

 - Okay, Amy. How about I give you thirty minutes to escape? While I go and get dinner prepared?

 - Mphhhay – the blue-haired nodded in agreement.

Mackenzie left the room, leaving the eighteen-year-old girl struggling to get free so that she could go have fun with her friends. She moaned and mphhhed in frustation, finding she would probably would be unable to escape in the time agreed.

However, she wasn’t willing to give up without putting up a fight, so she kept fighting the tape grabbing her as hard as she could. She tried to reach for the band wrapping her hands to her waist, but the tape around her fingers made any movement impossible.

She kept trying her best when she saw the door opening. Mackenzie? Already? Had it been thirty minutes yet?

But the head that crossed the door wasn’t Mackenzie’s. It was difficult to clarify from whom it was, since it was covered in a black hat and a red bandana over her nose. The rest of the outfit was a black catsuit and a pair of dark grey trainers. She also had a black bag. The only visible parts of her body were her green eyes and her blonde hair, but it was undeniable that it was a woman.

 - What do we have here? – mocked the unwelcome new guest.

 - MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! – Mackenzie tried to protest through her gag, but the layers applied by Mackenzie kept any sound from escaping.

 - Seems like someone has saved part of my job, hahaha. Now stay still honey. Let’s make some adjustments.

She was grabbing something from her bag when they both heard some steps approaching. Mackenzie had heard her! She could save her. Either save her or share her destiny. The robber hid behind the door before Mackenzie entered the room, and put a finger over her lips looking at Amy.

 - What is all that mphhhhin? I thought we agreed on thirty minutes. A bet is a bet, honey, or are you a chicken who already wants to give up?

 - MPHHHHHHHHHHH!! – the girl shook her head, not trying to tell her she didn’t want to give up, she didn’t care about that anymore. She just wanted to warn her.

 - No? You don’t want to give up? So why you called me?

 - MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHh! – Amy kept screaming, pointing with her head in the robber’s direction.

 - Wait, are you trying to warn me about something? – Mackenzie asked.

 - MPHHHHHHHH! – Amy nodded, trying her best to make Mackenzie understand.

 - Are you trying to warn me about the masked girl hidding behind me?

 - MPhhh?

That question caught her by surprise. Did Mackenzie know about the new guest? But what happened next shocked her even more. Both girls kissed each other, even through the robber’s mask.

 - Right on time, sweetie.

 - You know me, babe.

 - MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh! – Amy didn’t understand a thing, but soon Mackenzie would open he reyes.

 - You’ll see, honey. This is not an average babysitting job. This is a kidnapping. I had been planning to kidnap you for ages. Since I knew about your daddy’s fortune, to be honest. When I learned about your stupid and over-protective mommy looking for a babysitter to take care of you, I didn’t doubt for a second and sign in, and here we are.

 - MPHHHHHH! – Mackenzie screamed, crying. She couldn’t believe her ears.

 - Oh, I’m sorry babe – Mackenzie added, adressing to the new one – I didn’t mean to interrupt you.

 - Oh, honey. You could never do such a thing.

So the masked one took a coil of rope and proceded to complete her girlfriend’s job by doing a knot over Amy’s nape and added it to her waist, maneuvering with the rope profesionally. To top it all, she took one of the loose ends and wrapped it inside Amy’s womanhood, waking something up inside the young girl, and tying the end to the rope of the waist. She had tied her nape, waist and clit with just one piece of rope. Pure art.

 - Brilliant! – exclaimed Mackenzie.

 - Darling, you make me blush – she mocked.

 - Not like I can see you, hahaha.

Amy kept protesting and moaning in her predicamente, in a mixture of pain, sadness and pleasure, due to the last piece of rope added.

 - You know what, Amy? I think it’s kind of ironic. Even poetic, hahaha. Your mommy hired a babysitter to take care of you to keep you out of problems, and it’s been that babysitter who got the problems to you, hahahaha. Tell me it’s not beautiful! HAHAHAHA

  - HAHAHAHAHA

Both girls mocked of the blue-haired youngee, who could only wonder, what would happen to her now?

To be continued?