Playing House Part 3

Cassie was frozen in place.

Fear. Rage. Confusion. Shame. All of these swirled about her mind like a hurricane and yet her body was still, faintly trembling as she looked up at the towering girl before her. Mariah couldn't be serious, could she? 'Past her bedtime'?! And yet, what did Cassie really know about what this brat was capable of?

"M-Mariah. You can't just-..."

"Hush now, baby." Mariah cut the dwindled woman off sharply, and Cassie unwittingly stopped talking. Humiliation swelled within her, the size difference had already altered the way her mind responded to the girl.

"Time for bed." Mariah's tone was firm. "Which means dress-up time is over. Look at how silly you look in these big girl clothes."

Cassie swallowed nervously. She knew she had to play along, but it didn't make the experience any less demeaning. The worst part was that Mariah was right - the babysitter's sleepwear looked beyond ridiculous on her. To look at Cassie at a glance, one couldn't be blamed for thinking she was some kid playing dress up after rummaging through an adult's wardrobe.

Regardless, the older woman pressed it to her body with whatever force she could muster - it was all that stood between her and complete nudity!

Mariah seemed unaffected by the trembling panic of her 'babysitter' though, and simply lifted a hand and tugged at the fabric. Cassie stiffened and was about to voice protest but the younger girl cut her off with a glance.

"Don't be fussy, baby - or maybe we'll play a different game..."

Cassie felt terror well within her, as there was an imperceptible flicker in Mariah's eyes. The prospect of facing whatever other madness the brat was capable of was enough to quell the spark of resistance in the older woman.

The cool air crawled across her body as she was slowly relieved of her clothing, there was nothing amorous about the exchange - it was purely functional which somehow made Cassie feel even more pathetic. She covered herself as best she could, unwilling to look Mariah in the eye, aware now that her previously fitting garment now sat in a crumpled pile around her ankles.

"There. Out of those silly clothes - lets get you to bed, baby."

Without asking, Mariah's hands shot forward and found purchase beneath Mariah's arms. The babysitter yelped as the seemingly enormous hands took hold of her.

"Mariah! W-what are you doing?! Let me go!"

The brat was unperturbed. "What do you think? Mummy is going to carry you to bed."

The babysitter's heart sunk, she tried to offer resistance but in a moment she felt her legs kick out from beneath her, the floor slipped away from her as she was lifted off the ground!

"Ohmygod!" Cassie yelled, the words spilling from her mouth in a panic.

Suddenly she was moving - no, she was being carried! She felt those enormous, clammy hands against her body, holding her easily in place. Her body pressed into Mariah's as she watched the sight of her clothing begin to crawl away from her. This brat was carrying Cassie with such ease! How light had the woman become? She couldn't see where they were going, and as she tried to arc her neck to get a better view, Mariah just cupped her head condescendingly.

"Baby is going to be all tuckered out." The brat said, her tone sickly sweet.

"Wh-where are you taking me?" Cassie said, panicked and frantic.

Mariah took a hand and twisted the knob on the door. "To your bedroom, silly!"

Cassie's lips tightened, confused by the reply, as she tried to press down the urge to kick, scream and overpower her tormentor. It was all she wanted to do, but she knew it would gain her nothing right now.

The helplessness was nauseating, but for now all Cassie could do was try to stomach it.