Chapter 1

"Wow!"

Patricia was staring at the huge garden through the taxi window. Like an ancient castle it stood on the hill, looming over the small town below. Tall trees barely peeked behind the redbrick garden walls. Inside the outer trees wall, amazingly beautiful lawn filled the eye, with cute little pools specking its green surface.

"Amazing, isn't it?" interrupted the fat taxi driver.

Barely heeding him, Patricia nodded. As if in trance, she took a few steps toward the gate, and gazed beyond it, almost oblivious to the man. She simply couldn't tear her eyes off the green garden, the lush trees, the pools and the large house. Earthy, wholesome scent filled her nostrils and she inhaled deeply, and laughed, finally turning to pay the driver.

"Are you a relative or something?" asked the driver.

"Me? no! I'm the new nanny! "

She took a few steps towards the remote controlled gate and looked around, puzzled. It was locked, and no handle could be seen.

"Excuse me, do you know how do I open the gate?" she asked the driver, slightly blushing with embarrassment.

"There's an intercom unit to your left, I think you should push the button and ask them to open the gate. I'll stay with you if you'd like."

"Yes, please..." she said as she bent to press the intercom, which was fixed at a car driver height. The taxi driver gasped as her short plaid skirt rode up her thighs. He slowly walked behind her, to get a better view.

"Yes? " came a metallic noise from the box.

"Patricia McNill" she said to the voice in the box.

"Sorry? Could you speak louder? " the voice said.

"Patricia McNill" she raised her voice "The new nanny."

"Damn that machine! The new what?"

"NANNY.I'M THE NEW N-A-N-N-Y"

She bent even lower now, so her face was only a few inches from the device. The driver breathed heavily, as he caught a glimpse of her white panties under the hem of her dress. Long, black stockings ended inches above her knees and she wore plain medium-heeled sandals.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Welcome! Please come in!"

The gate buzzed and she pushed it inward. Without turning to look back she started walking up the road. Hating to loose the fresh memory of her long legs, black stockings and the hint of her white panties, the driver reluctantly stepped into the cab and stared at her departure. Her tender perfume still filled the car as he watched her ass, swaying happily under the short skirt as she strode farther away.

"Nice to meet you, Patricia, Call me Nancy. How was your trip?" said Nancy Fulton, barely taking her eyes from the portable computer. Ten minutes were scheduled for Patricia. Ten long minutes out of Nancy Fulton's frantic schedule.

"Fine. Thanks"

"You see, Patty" the blonde, preserved woman lit herself a thin cigarettes as she rose from her desk "I need an au-pair because I am always on the run, always abroad, and Nathaniel, my sweet little angel, simply refuses to leave home for long periods, so boarding school is out of the question. He studies at a local school, with an au-pair as a backup tutor. Your resume' looks good enough. Two years teaching elementary school, right?"

"Three."

"Never mind. I was told by the agency that you have some personal problem, and that's why you left teaching, care to tell me about it?"

The young woman blushed : "It's not exactly a problem... I mean it is... You see : my brother Robert suffers from a rare heart failure, and he must undergo a very expensive surgery within 12 months, his wife and me must come up with 200,000 dollars or else... he has kids, you see..." she could barely keep the tears in her eyes.

"And I pay generously, I know. You see, Nathaniel is the most important thing in the world for me. He is my pride and my joy and, being that, I'm going to pay handsomely for you to take care of him. I don't know how much the agency takes, but I am willing pay you up to ten thousand dollars each month, maybe more if he likes you. That's more than I pay some of my executives, mind you. But before your head starts spinning, I must warn you: Nathaniel is a very, well... complicated young person. He is very clever boy and bright student but can be sometimes, how shall I put it... wicked. I raised him alone since his father was murdered, and he has turned up to be a very vulnerable child. I spoil him rotten, and I know it. He can tolerate almost no rejection or discipline and that's why no other tutor stayed here more than a few months, and lately, it's getting somewhat worse. But the way I see it, you need me and my money as much as I need you. Do I make myself clear?"

Patricia nodded, taken back by the short, frank speech.

"Do you want out? " added Nancy.

"What? I..."

"If you want out, tell me now."

"No, no. I'm in. You were frank with me and I'll be honest with you: Yes, I'm in this the for the money, but I'm also very good with kids. I speak their language, but I can be tough when I need to. I understand them, but I don't use cheap methods to get them to like me. I treat children with respect, like young adults that they are and it is my belief, if I may say so myself, that Nathaniel is in good hands."

Nancy studied her for a few seconds, then said:

"Good. I'll be leaving for Europe in two hours, for two weeks. Before that, I want you to meet little Nathaniel" saying that, she tapped on her intercom and sent for him.

Five minutes later, she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in dear" called the mother. The door opened, and a boy entered the room. He seemed to be little more than twelve, but not much more. His long, blonde hair fell all the way to his shoulders and she could clearly see why his mother kept calling him "Angel". The boy looked far from being the horrible beast his mother hinted: In fact he looked like a real nice kid.

"Hi! My name is Patricia" she sent her hand toward him. He shook it and smiled.

"Patty will be your au-pair and tutor, Angel" said Nancy.

"I know, Nancy" said the boy.

"Good. Now why don't you show Patricia her room?"

"O.k. Come Patricia, I'll show you your bed."

He turned and left the office, with Patricia following him. After a few minutes, they reached a door, and he opened it for her.

"Welcome to your room." he said.

The room was dominated by a large bed. The floor was covered with wooden tiles and large French windows were set to the east. Nathaniel opened a small door to the bathroom.

"Here's where you'll wash your body." he said. She thought she saw a strange look in his eyes, but then something caught her eye. Another door was set in the opposite wall of the bathroom.

"Where does this door lead to?" she asked him.

"Oh. My room"

"You room? You mean we share the same bathroom?"

"You have to bath me every night. This will make it easier for you."

"WASH YOU? How old are you? "

"I was twelve in June. I have been bathed since I was born. Nancy says that Dad used to bath me when I was very little. All of my au-pair bathed me and so will you, Or Nancy will kick your ass."

Patricia was stunned. The child was obviously harder than what she first figured, but what was it about his father? His mother mentioned that he was murdered. Maybe that's the only memory the poor boy has from his father. She decided to wait before acting harshly, she didn't have much of a choice, either.

"No problem. After we'll drive mom to the airport, I'll give you a nice bath, o.k.?"

"Yes!" beamed the boy. Again she saw a strange look on his face as he licked his lips. "Do you mind if I stayed here until we drive Nancy to the airport? I'm bored!"

"Sure!" she was going to start unpacking, much as she wanted to be alone for a while, she didn't want to upset him. Not until his mother was away, anyway. She turned on the T.V for him, expecting him find his favorite show and leave her alone, but he didn't even look at it. Instead he just stared at her examining the room and unpacking. When she opened her small traveling clothes-box, and started to take them out he said:

"You won't be wearing any of these."

"I beg your pardon?" She wasn't sure she heard him well.

"I already bought you a closet full of clothes. You can throw yours away, or keep them till you leave, but you're not going to wear them, that's for sure!"

This was starting to get very strange. Out of curiosity, she opened the closet : skimpy little skirts, whorish tiny shorts, belly exposing shirts, long wool socks. No pantyhose was to be seen. The bras, rather large for an ordinary woman, would leave her big breasts almost spilling out. It was too much : she was going to give Nancy a piece of her mind, even to quit if she had to. She stormed out of the door and started towards Mrs. Fulton's office, with the boy behind her.

"Wait a second! Please!" he begged, but she wouldn't. Rage clouded her mind and she almost ran into Nancy's secretary who came down the corridor.

"Are you Patricia McNill?" she asked in a polite voice.

"Yes?"

"Mrs. Fulton asked me to hand it to you, as a down payment. Would you like me to deposit it for you? " with that she handed her an 8000 dollars check. Again she was shocked. This woman hardly knew her, and already she was starting give her money. Her mind was starting to cool. This place, deranged and strange as it appeared, was the only chance for her brother and his family. They were the only family she had, and if god has chosen Nathaniel and Nancy as his salvation tools, she was going to make the effort.

"No thanks, I'll deposit it myself" she said as she turned back and went to her room with sinking feelings.

The trip to the airport was a short one. It seemed to her that both the boy and his mother went through that drill countless times and were very casual about it. Mrs. Fulton gave her important telephone numbers of Nathaniel's school, the house keeper and emergencies. She also gave Patricia her own cellular phone number "For any emergency". The way back, however was less pleasant. The strange look crept back to the boy's face as he looked at her from his seat at the limo. He also licked his lips occasionally. This was a long day and just wanted to get into bed after taking a shower.

When she was about to open the door to her room he said "I'll call you when I'm ready."

"Sorry?"

"The bath? You didn't forget, did you?"

"No, of course not... Just call me" she closed the door behind her. Well, how bad could this get? She just laid back on her bed, awaiting his call, and started to calculate money and time needed to earn it.

"Patty, I need you!" his voice came behind the door after a few minutes. Reluctantly, she rose and opened the door to the large bathroom. He was standing there, fully dressed, looking at her.

"Well, why didn't you undress?" she asked him, irritated. He just shrugged.

"A big boy like you, can't take his clothes off?" she smiled as she started to remove his shoes. He smiled back.

"That's what all my nannies used to say!" he laughed, a warm, pleasant boyish laugh. She relaxed and started laughing herself, relieving the tension she felt. His shoes were down, and she took his trousers off while looking at his laughing face. When she lowered her eyes, however, her laughter ceased abruptly. Something enormous filled his underwear. His penis, was not just overgrown for a boy his age, but it was largest one she have ever seen!

"This boy is a freak!" she thought to herself.

"Now you know why I don't want to go to a boarding school" he said quietly, as if reading her mind "The other boys would call me a monster"

"Oh, nonsense..." she stammered "Never mind that". Then she took off his pants and shirt, still unable to stop thinking about the obscene penis.

"Shower or bath?" she asked him.

"Shower today" he said as he walked into the shower. The expensive looking taps spat hot water immediately as she opened them. He stood under the water while she sat beside the shower on a small stool.

"Use this soaping lotion" he pointed at a pink bottle by the side of the shower. Patricia opened the bottle and applied the lotion to her right hand. She began working it into a lather on his ankles, thighs and back. It had pleasant odor and lathered quickly, turning the boy into a bubble man within seconds.

"Turn around" she said when his rear was finished.

He turned and faced her. His penis was growing, pulsing bigger with each second. She blushed, and while trying to ignore it, she applied the lotion to his shoulders, chest and legs.

"O.k., into the water now!" she tried to fake cheerfulness.

"Didn't you forget something?" he said, looking her in the eyes.

"Like what?" was there any special instruction Mrs. Fulton gave her? Nathaniel said nothing. Instead he motioned toward his penis.

"You wash that yourself!" she said, barely hiding the disgust in her voice.

"No. You do it." he said calmly. Patricia was torn: By refusing to wash it, she would be causing him to feel like a freak and would anger him, but she also wanted to send him a message that a boy of his age should wash his private parts himself. Finally, she stood up, and took a step towards her room.

"You don't really have much choice. Nancy knows all my nannies washed me. She knows I like it, and she'll fire you if you refused." he pointed out calmly "Just do it, OK?" Slowly, Patricia stopped, not believing to what was taking place. But the kid was right: she had no choice. Defeated by the boy for the second time today, she turned around and returned to the stool. She sent her hand to the pink bottle when he said : "Not this bottle, that one" his hand pointed at a blue glass vessel.

"What's the difference? " she asked angrily.

"You'll see. The blue one please."

She opened the glass bottle. The soap wasn't a liquid. It was more like a jell-o, and much more greasy. She applied some on her hand and reluctantly massaged the huge penis. Her stomach turned as she felt the huge thing in her hand. She coated it once, and said:

"Happy now? Now wash it"

"Not yet, go on until I tell you to stop"

"That's it young man, enough is enough, I'm calling your mother right now!" She stood up, blue goo oozing from her right hand, and started walking towards her room.

"Better call your brother and his kids as well!" his chilling words struck her like a physical blow.

"How... How do you..." her voice trailed off.

"I am the true master of this house, Patricia. I know everything around here. I heard everything you told my mother, and I know about your brother and his poor little family, so it's time that you make up your mind : are you going to play nice, or art you going to let your brother die? The phone is to your left, by the way."

She looked at the phone but didn't move.

"Good girl" he gloated "Now come back here, and finished what you started."

"Please..." she turned to him, tears filling her eyes. He just motioned at the stool and smiled a cruel smile. She felt her body numbing as she sat down. Again she wrapped her palm around his penis, and started rubbing it thoroughly.

"Oh yes... That's nice... up and down..." came his voice over her head. She didn't want to look. She didn't dare imagining what she looked like.

"Faster, you bitch..." he cursed suddenly. Surprised, she increased her tempo, knowing that he was in control for now. Slurping, wet noises came from his lathered penis. He started grunting and his breathing grew heavier. How could she spend a year in this horrible place? What choice did... Her train of thought was cut when she felt his wet hand grabbing her hair, painfully turning her head toward him.

"Hey... !!" she started to protest when a hot glob of sperm hit her face. Shocked, she tried to turn away, but the boy was expecting that and held her hair firmly. He grunted as another cum blob sprayed her face, and a few more, then let her go, leaving her bewildered and disgusted. Nathaniel threw a towel at her, and sat down heavily. She just stood there, sobbing and cleaning her face.

"How I love taking a bath" he said as he turned the water off. The room was quiet now, except for her sobbing.

"I need a towel, Patty" he said. Still trembling, she took a clean one and gave it to him.

"I'll dry myself, thanks. Good night!" he said cheerfully as he stepped into his room, leaving her sobbing alone, one hand covering her face, the other playing with the little golden cross on her chain.

The automatic alarm clock went off in six AM. After a short hesitation, Patricia decided that she didn't want to risk angering Nathaniel, and picked up a short miniskirt from the closet. She added a matching tight shirt which caused her already large breasts to look huge and whorish. After preparing him breakfast, she went to his room to wake him up. She dreaded the moment she'd meet the kid, but he was cheerful and lively, and gave her no trouble while she woke him up and dressed him, an activity she found daunting, after the previous night.

He kissed her cheek bashfully before sitting to the breakfast table, and kept chatting about school and computers, as if last night's incident never happened. After he finished eating, she drove him to school. Again he kissed her cheek and waved her goodbye, before rushing in to the class.

This cheerful behavior surprised her almost as his vile actions the other night did : who was he? A twisted, spoiled monster, or a cute, cheerful angel? Would he repeat his sick actions? And if he did, what could she do? Having found no answer, she returned to the house and started her chores, as she was instructed by Mrs.Fulton. At four PM she got in the car and brought Nathaniel back from school. She served him a light supper, then started helping him with his homework. Being a bright student, he needed almost no help, but demanded that she stayed there nevertheless. While working, the boy kept talking about school and his friends, but she paid almost no attention to him and drifted, pondering about her brother, his kids and the situation she was in.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked suddenly, snapping her back to reality.

"What? No! No!" she blushed with shame.

"Are you sure?" he said, his lower lips trembling as if he tried to avoid crying "You're not listening to me at all!"

"I'm sorry. I'm just... troubled, that's all"

"Is it about Robert?" he opened his big, blue eyes "He'll be all right! You'll see!" Nathaniel promised her earnestly. Feeling almost overrun by the train of emotions, she suddenly hugged him tightly. He hugged her back and they remained embraced for a few minutes.

"I guess you're right. Everything is going to be all right" she said finally "O.k., our work is done, let's go watch a video, then we'll eat dinner"

"Awright!" he exclaimed.

After dinner, they called Nancy and assured her that everything was fine. Although she entered the bathroom with sinking feeling, Nathaniel gave her no hard time in the bathroom, instead he cooperated with her fully. She tucked him to bed in nine PM, watched some television and went to sleep. The next two days went uneventful, and she began to wander if the horrible experience in the shower actually took place. She started to feel that the shower incident was some sort of test, maybe god's way of testing her, after her initial ungrateful reluctance. Other than the degrading clothes he insisted she wore, Nathaniel was as cute as a button, and occasionally even helped her with her daily chores.

It was during supper on the third day of her staying that she accidentally stumbled and spilled some lemonade on herself and on the floor. Luckily, the container didn't break, but she was all wet. Her flimsy white shirt became transparent immediately, and she giggled nervously when she caught Nathaniel's interested stare at her chest.

"You're all wet" he stated.

"Uh... Yes..." she blushed.

"You should remove your shirt, or you'll catch cold." he licked his lips.

"Yes... I'll just go to my..."

"Here." he said coldly.

"What?" she asked dumbly.

"Remove your shirt here. In front of me"

She just stared at him with disbelief. He wasn't kidding, she realized after a few seconds. He pulled his chair backward and started caressing his penis through his pants.

"No way!" she tried to defy him. He just looked at her. After a few seconds he said : "You already tried it, remember? Didn't do you much good"

She hesitated a few moments, then, defeated, slowly took her shirt off, and threw it to the floor. She looked at the boy, not sure what to do next. She stood before him in her white bra, which just barely contained her large breasts. Her nipples were faintly visible through the white material beneath the lacy design. The boy looked at her for a moment. She shifted her feet uncomfortably.

"Good. Now turn around."

She slowly rotated her body around so that her back was to him. Her long auburn hair cascaded down her lovely, unblemished back. Her full bottom filled her miniskirt.

"Take your skirt off."

Patricia was mortified. She had never been spoken to like this. She reached up to the left side of her skirt and undid the clasp. Then she pulled down the zipper and slowly let it slide down her thighs bringing her ass into view. The flair of her hips was perfect, resulting in a full, round ass. She let the skirt drop to the floor.

"You've got a nice ass," she heard Nathaniel say behind her.

She waited. Tears welled up again and spilled out down her cheeks.

"Put your shoes back on and turn around."

She stepped back into her medium heels and turned slowly around to face him. She felt his eyes going up and down her lithe body. Her face went bright red, as he openly caressed his organ through the fabric.

"Put your hands on your head and slowly turn around in a full circle."

She reached her hands up and put them on the top of her head, exposing her body and pushing her big breasts out. She slowly pivoted on her left foot and gave him an obscene display. She went all the way around.

"Well. let's see your tits, bitch."

She closed her eyes for a second in shock and humiliation. After a few long seconds, she opened them, slowly reached behind her back and grasped the clasp of her bra. She popped the eyelets free and pulled them apart across her back and slid the bra straps down off of her shoulders. She held the bra in front of her for a second before slowly lowering it. Her big nude tits bounced free. Her tits were big and round, and whiter than the rest of her skin, with the tan lines were clearly visible. Her big nipples were placed directly in the center of the large mounds.

"Raise your arms up above your head."

She raised her arms up, causing her tits to stick out obscenely.

"Get me some butter from the fridge, willya?" he asked. The clicks of her heels echoed in the silent room. Smiling lewdly, he took the butter from her hand, then popped his hard penis from his pants and smeared butter all over it. He started pumping it slowly.

"Take your panties off."

She bit her lip and fought back the tears of shame. Her hands went to her panties. She slowly eased them down her ankles. The dark hair of her sex came into view. He kept staring at her while slowly jerking himself off.

"Kneel on all fours ". She slowly kneeled in the small pool of lemonade.

"Look at the floor. Look how messy it is, because of you. Now lick it clean" he ordered.

Patricia felt a flock of butterflies take off in her stomach. Reluctantly, she lowered her head to the floor and sent out her tongue. Her mind was blank as the lukewarm lemonade taste filled her mouth, and she was dimly aware of the gentle metallic clicks as her golden cross touched the floor. Lemonade turned her golden hair into a soaking, dirty mop as she kept licking it, tears starting to fill her eyes. Nathaniel got up from his chair and stood above her, standing directly above her. Being a boy, his balls hung only an inch above her bowed back. He admired her kneeling, voluptuous body, naked except for the heels as his strokes became faster. Patricia licked the lemonade and salt tears mixture, and shivered when she heard the boy's gasping, hot liquid hitting her bare back and neck. More globs of searing cum hit her back and she felt his thighs rub against her ribs as he came. Only after the small shower of cum ceased, she allowed herself to collapse on the floor, in the middle of the lemonade pool. He rose from her weeping body and returned to the table. Unable to find the emotional power to stand, Patricia just kneeled there until he finished eating and left to finish his homework. Just before she passed out, Patricia realized that she was defeated, that the evil boy had power over her brother's life, and therefore, over hers.

When she woke up, Nathaniel was gone. Her muscles ached from sleeping on the floor and she was covered with cum, tears and lemonade. Forcing her numb limbs into reluctant action, she managed to put back her clothes and cleaned up the mess. Ten minutes later, she dragged herself up the stairs and into the bathroom. She felt dirty, almost Unholy. Her dirty clothes needed a laundry. She peeled them off and threw them into the laundry basket then, with defiance, threw them into the garbage bin. She opened the faucets and stepped into the large shower. The hot spray was a masochistic delight, as it ruthlessly pelted the white flesh of her big breasts like dozens of tiny daggers. The steaming water had an almost magical effect on her. It seemed to her that it burned the filth away, leaving her body cleaner with each passing moment. Not wanting to deal with the ordeal she went through earlier, she pushed it out of her mind, and focused on shower. The herbal shampoo filled her nostrils with pleasant aroma of lilies. She loved the scent so much, that she washed her hair twice each night. Patricia finished washing her hair, then, partially blinded with shampoo, sent her hand to the place where she remembered the soap bar. It wasn't there. cursing softly, she blindly searched the area for the soap. After a few moments, she assumed she dropped it and bent down to pick it up.

"Are you looking for this?" she suddenly heard Nathaniel beside her.

She yelped with surprise and instinctively pulled the the shower curtain around her, cleaning her face so that she could see him.

"Aw, come on. I've seen you naked already, remember?" he laughed.

"Wha... what do you want?" she demanded, angered.

"I just wanted to give you the soap" he faked innocence. He handed her a white, long object. It bore clear resemblance to a dildo, or a vibrator.

"What is this thing?" she asked, shocked.

"It's a soap. I made it myself from three "Dove" bars"

"I'm not using it" she stated, fear slowly driving her anger out.

Saying nothing, he just looked at her coldly, the soap dildo still in his offering hand.

"I mean it. I'm not" she tried again, this time with less determination.

He kept staring at her, his strange eyes almost drilling holes in her head. She tried to hold back, to retain dignity just this time, but after a few moments, tears breaking from her eyes and shoulders trembling, Patricia weakly lifted her right hand, and took the soap.

"Good girl" he commented softly.

Sobbing, she took the soap and started rubbing it against her chest, back and legs. "How far would he go this time?" she asked herself, terrified, as her trembling hands guided the disgusting object all over her body. Nathaniel sat on the stool and leaned against the wall, staring at her voluptuous nakedness. She saw him lower his pants and taking his monstrous dick in his hand again. Starting to recognize the pattern, she hoped he would come quickly and leave her alone. Not knowing when to cease, she figured she had to wash herself until he came. But why was it shaped like that?

"O.k. cunt, on your knees" he grunted after a few minutes.

Her mind filled with horrible realization of his evil intentions, she wanted to protest, but her fear took control faster. Her knees buckled under her and she found herself sprawled on the shower floor, her ass sticking above her body.

"Good" he breathed heavily as he stepped into the shower.

He took the soap and started rubbing it in circles around her groin. She tried to move, but he quickly grabbed her hair and pinned her weak body down. Hot water washed them as he continued circling the soap dildo around her cunt and asshole.

"You love it, don't you?" he hissed.

She just whimpered weakly.

"Say : "I love it!" or by god, I'll feed you with it" he shouted suddenly.

"I love it..." she mumbled.

"Where do you love it?" he asked

Again, a weak whimper.

"Say : "I love it in my whorish cunt"!"

She closed her eyes in total shame. She was on the verge of passing out.

"Where do you love it?" he asked again, in a louder, threatening voice.

"I... I love it... in... in my whorish cunt" her tears were running freely down her face, mixing with the hot water.