An English Nanny's American Nightmare

Postby jennybond » Sun Feb 12, 2012 2:52 am

Eighteen year old Becky Story is an English girl who has lived and worked in America for the last six months as a live in nanny, for Martin Jackson and his wife Susan. Forty year old Martin Jackson is a multi millionaire who has made his fortune in the computer industry. His beautiful young dark haired wife Susan is half his age, the couple have no children of their own but they do have five year old twin boys Jack and Thomas from Martins first marriage. Pretty blonde haired Becky thinks she’s the luckiest girl alive to work for such a lovely couple with two adorable children.





“I’m driving the kids across state to stay with their grandparents for a week or so in the morning, maybe you’d like to join us Becky it would be company for me on the long drive back.” Martin said over dinner.

“I’d like that thank you Mr Jackson.”

“Oh I was hoping you’d stay home with me Becky, I thought we could spend some quality girly time together, I’ll take you to my health club, where we'll be pampered all day before coming home to a couple of bottles of wine from Martins fine collection.”

“That sounds like fun thank you Mrs Jackson.” Becky replied looking at Martin dejectedly.

“That’s sorted then a girly day of being pampered it is.” Susan said with big smile.






The next morning Martin Jackson and the twins left straight after breakfast for his parent’s house. Becky helped Susan clean up after breakfast.

“Becky, do you mind if I ask you something?” Susan asked after they’d finished cleaning up.

“Of course you can.” Becky replied taking a seat on one of the dining chairs in the kitchen.

“What’s been going on between you and my husband?” Susan asked to tone of her voice changing to rather sinister tone Becky hadn’t heard from her before.

“What do you mean?” The shocked girl replied.

“Don’t play all innocent with me young lady I’ve seen the way you two look at each other across the dining table, and the way he flirts with you. You were so disappointed you couldn’t go with him today weren’t you?”

“Nothing is going on between us; he loves you you’re his wife.”

“He loved his first wife too, but didn’t think twice about ditching her when a younger model came along.”

“Something happened the other week when I was away with the girls from the golf club didn’t it?”

“No Mrs Jackson nothing happened you have to believe me. Hey what you doing? Get off me.”

Becky felt Susan grab hold of her wrists and pull her arms behind her back although Becky struggled she was no match for the stronger older woman, try as she might she couldn’t stop Susan from binding her wrists together with a length of cord she pulled from her pocket.

“Mrs Jackson what are you doing why have you tied me up? Untie me please I’ve done nothing wrong.” Becky pleaded.

“Stand up you lying little bitch.” Susan said pulling Becky to her feet.

“Come on up stairs.” Susan said dragging Becky towards the door.

“Please Mrs Jackson let me go.”

Susan Jackson ignored Becky’s pleas and sobs and pulled the struggling girl up stairs and into a spare bedroom where she pushed Becky face down onto a large four poster bed.

“I’ll ask you one more time what’s going on between you and my husband?”

“Nothing is going on honestly, please believe me, and untie me.”Becky sobbed.

“I’ve heard enough of your lies, open your mouth.” Susan said holding a balled up silk scarf she’d taken from the bedside cabinet up to Becky’s mouth.

Becky shook her head and clamped her mouth shut, but Susan grabbed hold of Becky’s face digging her razor sharp nails hard into her cheeks, until she cried out in pain, this allowed Susan to stuff the scarf into the protesting girl’s mouth.

“Don’t you dare spit that out.” Susan said as she folding another scarf into a long band and tied a large knot in centre of it. She forced the knot into Becky’s already full mouth and tied the two loose ends tightly behind her neck lifting her blonde ponytail out of the way.

“There now that should keep you from telling me anymore lies.” Susan said with an evil grin on her face.

Susan then returned to the bedside cabinet and took out a number of lengths of the white cord like she’d used to bind Becky’s wrists. Becky began to wish she’d worn her jeans and not her denim shorts as Susan began to bind her ankles together, she tried to kick and struggle as Susan grabbed hold of her sock covered feet but that only earned her a couple of hard slaps on her bare legs. Becky moaned into her gag as the Susan tied the cord so tight around her ankles that it dug into her soft flesh causing her some discomfort. Susan then took more cord and bound Becky’s knees tightly together again Becky moaned into her gag as the cord was pulled extra tight before being tied. Finally Susan took another length of the cord and tied a cruel tight hogtie on the sobbing girl, pulling her ankles and wrists so closely together that they almost touched.

“I’ll leave you a while to think about your answer for the next time I ask you what’s going on with my husband.”

On that note Susan turned a left the room leaving Becky alone. Becky struggling to free herself but soon realized it was hopeless she’d been tied by an expert, all she could do know was try and find the most comfortable position in which to lie as the hogtie was already making her body ache and wait for Susan to return.
Becky lay sobbing and occasionally struggling on the bed for what seemed like an eternity until Susan finally returned in her hand she was carrying a white lace bra and panty set. She untied Becky’s gag and helped her spit the sodden scarf out.

“Bitch, untie me right now.” Becky screamed.

“Not until you tell me what’s been going on Rebecca. I found these in your room La Rochelle lingerie, I know we pay you well but I doubt we pay you well enough to buy La Rochelle underwear. He bought them you didn’t he?” Susan said holding up the bra and panties.

“Bitch you have no right to go in my room.” Becky screamed

“You forget Rebecca it’s my house I can go into any room I want, and you’re not exactly in a position to stop me are you? Now tell me did he buy these for you? He used to buy me expensive lingerie when we first met.”

“No I saved up and bought them myself, nothing is going on between us. Now let me go you crazy bitch.”

“I don’t think so Rebecca, these would cost you almost a month’s salary. Well if you’re going to continue lying to me you leave me no option but to gag you again. Open wide dear.” Susan said taking a dry scarf from the cabinet.

“I’m telling the truth why won’t you believe meemmmpppphhhh?” Susan forced the fresh balled up scarf into Becky’s mouth and used the same knotted scarf as before to hold it in place.

Becky screamed into her gag with frustration as Susan turned and left the room again leaving the bra and panty set on the bed beside the bound girl. Becky found the lying on her side relieved some of the pressure on her back caused by the cruel tight hogtie, she lay sobbing watching the clock on the bedside cabinet slowly move for the next few hours wondering what this evil bitch had in store for her. Eventually Susan returned.

“Are you ready to tell me the truth Rebecca? My patience is wearing very thin now” She asked sitting down on the bed and grabbing hold of Becky’s ponytail and giving it a hard pull

“Yesmmmpppphhhh.”Becky screamed the best she could, knowing anymore resistance would be useless.

“Good girl.” Susan said as she untied Becky’s gag.

“If I tell you what happened will you let me go, I have money saved up I’ll pack my bags and buy a ticket on the next flight home.” Becky sobbed.

“Of course I will my dear.” Susan replied stroking Becky’s hair.

“The first evening when you were away on the golf trip, Mr Jackson had me put the twins to bed earlier than normal, I thought it was odd, but he is their father so I did as he asked. Once they were in bed I returned to the lounge where he was waiting with a bottle of wine, you know I don’t normally drink, but he insisted I had a glass with him, then he poured me another glass, it wasn’t long before I’d had three maybe four glasses and became a little bit drunk, it was then he gave me the La Rochelle underwear and told me to put it on, he told me I’d be fired if I didn’t.” Becky sobbed before pausing for a short while.

“What happened then?” Susan asked.

“Please Mrs Jackson I’m not sure I can continue it was horrible.” Becky sobbed.

“It’s alright Rebecca whatever happened is over now, please carry on.” Susan replied again stroking the girl’s hair.

“He took me to your bedroom where he took advantage of my drunken state; he did the same the next night, and the night after. Please Mrs Jackson I’ve told you what happened now, untie me and I’ll pack my bags and leave straight away.” Becky sobbed.

“Garbage we both know you’ve told me a pack of lies don’t we Rebecca?”

“It’s the truth untie me pleasmmmmpppphhh.” Susan Jackson stuffed the sodden scarf back in Becky’s mouth and gagged her as before.

“We both know my husband isn’t capable of such terrible things.” Susan said as she knotted Becky’s gag.

To add to Becky’s discomfort and distress Susan took another scarf from her draw which she again folded into a wide band and this time tied it tightly over Becky’s tear filled eyes plunging her into darkness. Becky heard Susan leave the room closing the door behind her, again she struggled to free herself and again she gave up realizing it was useless, she just lay in the and all kinds of terrifying thoughts went through her mind as she waited for the evil woman to return. After what seemed like a lifetime alone in the dark with her fears she heard the door open, someone entered the room and sat on the bed beside her.

“Hello Becky.” Becky was shocked to hear Martin Jacksons voice and not that of his wife as she was expecting.

“Susan tells me you’ve been a naughty girl, trying to tell her I took advantage of you while she was away; we both know that isn’t true don’t we?” Martin said as he playfully spanked Becky’s bottom just hard enough to make her moan into her gag.

“You couldn’t wait to get my clothes off in the bedroom on the first night could you?” He continued.

“I can’t say I blame you Rebecca he’s a very handsome man isn’t he?” Susan Jackson said as she walked into the room and put her arms around her husband’s neck and kissed him on the cheek before taking a seat on the opposite side of the bed.

“I’ve emptied out her room and disposed of her belongings; it’s already for the new girl.” Susan told her husband.

Becky began to struggle and panic hearing this, what were they planning to do with her?

“Relax Rebecca no one is going to hurt you.” Susan said taking a firm hold of the struggling girl.

“You’re probably wondering what this all about aren’t you? Well you’ve seen for yourself over the last few months the luxurious life style Susan and I live and the expensive cars we both drive. Do you really think my little computer company earns us enough money to live like this? I wish it did, then we wouldn’t have to supplement by selling our specially chosen English nannies on to Madame Syn the owner of a number of high class brothels all over the world, two of her best girls are on their way over here right now to collect you, I believe she’s planning to ship you to her Amsterdam brothel. Helen Carter that owns the nanny agency in England that found you work out here also works for us, she only sends us poor unfortunate girls like yourself that have no family and will not be missed when they disappear in return for a percentage of the fee paid to us by Madame Syn. Susan and I like to have our own bit of fun with the girls before they leave us, by seeing how long they will hold out for before they tell what really happened while she was supposed to be away on a golf trip with her friends in fact she was staying with her mother across town. I must say you have been the best fun so far, hasn’t she dear?”

“Oh yes by far the best, I loved the way she tried to blame everything on you saying you got her drunk and took advantage of her, she almost had me feeling sorry for her the way she turned on the waterworks and begged me to believe her I hope the new girl will be just as much fun.” Susan said with a hint of laughter in her voice.

“Madame Syn’s girls will be here shortly so we need to get you ready for them, I want you to change into the La Rochelle lingerie I bought you, Susan will assist you please don’t give her any trouble. I’ll be right outside if you need me dear.”



Martin Jackson lit a cigar and paced up and down on the landing waiting to be called back into the bedroom, he didn’t have to wait long before his wife put her head around the door.

“You can come in now dear.”

His eyes lit up at the sight before him as he walked into the room, Becky was stood up against one of the bedposts her hands tied tightly behind the post, more cord was tied tightly around her waist, knees and ankles securing her to the post, she was now only wearing the white lace La Rochelle bra and panties long with white stockings and suspenders. The silk scarf gag had been replaced by a thick white cloth that had been tied tightly between her teeth, Susan had also removed her blindfold and added a little make up to her tear stained eyes, she had also untied Becky’s ponytail and brushed her long blonde hair.

“Doesn’t she look amazing dear?” Susan said with a smile.

“Stunning my dear, she’s by far the prettiest one yet, we may be able to squeeze a few extra bucks out of Madame Syn for her.” Martin replied as he began to take photographs of the bound terrified girl on his iPhone to send to Madame Syn.

Becky’s heart began to pound with fear she screamed into her thick gag as the front door bell rang.

“That will be Madame Syns girls I’ll go and let them in.” Martin said leaving the room.

“Relax Rebecca, you’re going to love Amsterdam it’s a beautiful city, not that you’ll be doing much sightseeing.” Susan said with an evil grin.

“BMITCMH” Becky screamed into gag.

“Yes dear I am a bitch, you’re not the first English nanny to tell me so while tied to that post, and I’m sure you won’t be the last.”

THE END :twisted:
Last edited by jennybond on Sun Feb 12, 2012 5:47 am, edited 2 times in total.
It only gets tighter if you struggle...

Re: An English Nanny's American Nightmare

Postby SelenaGfan » Sun Feb 12, 2012 3:41 am

Another good story Jenny,Thanks for sharing.

Re: An English Nanny's American Nightmare

Postby Headmistress » Mon Feb 13, 2012 5:43 am

Great story as usual.

Can we expect a sequel or is this the end???

Re: An English Nanny's American Nightmare

Postby jennybond » Mon Feb 13, 2012 1:29 pm

Headmistress wrote:Great story as usual.

Can we expect a sequel or is this the end???


It's the end for now, but I may do a sequel at sometime.
It only gets tighter if you struggle...