by Bridy McAvoy
“You mean there will be fifteen men and only three women.”
“Yep. That’s about right. A real good weekend gang bang fest. Should be a real lot of fun, honey, a lot of fun.”
Neighbors and Rivals
Chapter 14
After her experiences at the party and the guilty way she had avoided her husband afterwards, Carol was glad they had the weekend to recover. Using her wiles, she persuaded her husband to spend all day on Saturday and Sunday shopping. They managed to stay out late on Saturday, and eating out meant she avoided any chance of seeing her devious neighbor. Monday and Tuesday came and went without incident too as she was at work both days, but now it was Wednesday morning and Peter was at work and she wasn’t.
Dressed in a sloppy and ill-fitting sweat shirt and scruffy jeans, she was making an attempt to do some housework when the doorbell rang. Forgetting that it might well be her tormentor at the door, Carol rushed to answer it. Seeing Lizzie standing on the porch was like a bucket of cold water being poured over her. All of the emotional trauma of Friday night crashed back around her ears as she stood there with her mouth hanging open. Lizzie smiled brightly at her.
“Morning, Carol, may I come in?”
Without waiting for a response, Lizzie pushed through the doorway and now stood facing Carol within the hall.
“I have something to show you, sweetie. But first let’s have a coffee and catch up, shall we?”
Somewhat bemused, Carol followed Lizzie into her kitchen and, as Lizzie perched at the breakfast bar, she went through the motions of making the coffee mechanically.
She brought the two cups over to the breakfast bar but stayed standing on the other side from Lizzie. Her neighbor looked at her.
“What’s wrong, Carol?”
“I can’t go on like this.”
“Like what, sweetie?”
“Friday night. That was not something that was supposed to happen. Not ever! That was horrible.”
Lizzie just smiled at her and then sipped her coffee, almost as if she was waiting for the dam to break, which after a minute or so it did.
“There is absolutely no way this is going to continue! No way! You hear me?”
Carol’s voice was going up an octave as she tried to convince herself as much as Lizzie.
“Don’t try to tell me you didn’t enjoy it on Friday night, Carol. I have all the evidence I need to demonstrate otherwise.”
“What evidence?”
Lizzie waved the DVD case she had been carrying that Carol had been deliberately ignoring.
“What happened before Friday isn’t the same thing and you know it. You tricked me into being unfaithful to my husband and that was downright nasty!”
“I didn’t trick you at all. You could have stopped the fun at any time and you didn’t even attempt to, did you, Carol? Maybe you were slightly deceived, but the idea of watching Susie and me get it on with the Mayor was something you couldn’t resist, wasn’t it?”
Lizzie’s voice had developed an edge of steel.
“Why don’t we go and have a little look at this.”
Lizzie climbed down from the stool at the breakfast bar and, picking up her cover as well as the DVD case, walked slowly through to the den where the TV and DVD machine were located. Carol bemusedly followed, still unsure why she wasn’t protesting more vigorously. Her neighbor settled into the couch facing the large screen TV and handed Carol the DVD.
“Put this on, sweetie, and come and watch it.”
Carol noticed the slightly smug grin on Lizzie’s face as she robotically inserted the DVD into the machine and switched the TV on. Lizzie grabbed the remote control and, as soon as the menu came up, switched to the scene by scene mode and, selecting scene seven, hit the play button.
As the image came up on the screen Carol squealed in horror. There on the screen was a very clear image of last Friday night as the two naked women slowly removed her blouse. At the edge of the picture you could clearly make out a man sitting watching, but the picture had been clearly edited to exclude his face to prevent him being identified.
Lizzie patted the cushion beside her on the couch and Carol, her eyes still fixed on the screen, sank down onto it with all her resistance drained by the flickering images on the screen in front of her. Wisely, Lizzie allowed the DVD to continue playing without interruption, allowing the import of the film’s existence to penetrate Carol’s mind.
As the on-screen duo of Lizzie and Susie slowly stripped the image of Carol, the real Carol buried her head in her hands and burst into wave after wave of anguished sobs. Lizzie sat and watched and allowed her to slowly cry herself out. Finally, she raised her head from her hands and looked up at the screen just as her on-screen persona shuddered to her first orgasm impaled on the Mayor’s cock. She shook her head soundlessly from side to side. Flicking off the screen, Lizzie put a comforting arm around her neighbor and hugged her.
“Carol, sweetie, it’s okay. Honestly.”
Carol finally lifted her tear-stained face and looked at her.
“No, nothing is ever going to be right again. I’ve betrayed myself, I’ve betrayed my husband and I’ve betrayed my vows. Nothing will ever make it right again.”
“Carol, really try to keep a perspective on this. Nobody else knows about what happened on Friday night and nobody need ever know. Peter knows nothing and suspects nothing. Who can find out if we don’t tell them?”
“But you will tell, won’t you? He will find out, won’t he?”
“Why would we tell anybody anything, sweetie? Tell me why?”
“Because I’m not going to do it anymore?”
“You mean you think the pretend blackmail was actually real?”
Carol nodded her head.
“Sweetie, you enjoyed the entire experience at the time. Granted the incident in the garden with Norm wasn’t clever, but he has been reprimanded for that. He won’t be so nasty next time.”
“There won’t be a next time!”
“Won’t there? Tell me, Carol, or, more importantly, tell yourself honestly, can you completely go back to the way you were? Can you live with that itch still dying to be scratched? You said yourself that Peter can never be as dominant with you as you say you want him to be.”
She bit her lip as Lizzie continued.
“You are naturally a submissive. Think for a moment. Whose idea was it to come and sit in here and watch that DVD? Did you ask me to? I don’t think so; I think you will find I told you to. If I tell you to do something you will, you see, Carol; you are enjoying being dominated so much that you won’t give it up. Will you?”
The naked play of emotions across Carol’s innocent face was clear to Lizzie and finally, as Carol hung her head in surrender, Lizzie spoke again.
“You see. I told you so. Now, let’s go upstairs and get you changed into something more appropriate for a sexy submissive. From now on you are only going to dress sexy during the day. Very sexy indeed. It’s time to continue your slut training, young lady.”
* * * *
Wearing a thin white lace camisole and a red mini skirt, Carol felt self-conscious as she tottered round to Lizzie’s in her highest pair of heels. Her makeup was done, the ravages of the emotional spree an hour earlier had been repaired, and she knew that she looked pretty hot. Inside she was quaking at the thoughts running through her mind about the things Phil and Lizzie might be doing to her today, but she had convinced herself there was no choice.
“Smile.” Lizzie hissed to her as they walked up the driveway toward Lizzie’s front door. “Phil expects you to be smiling.”
Suddenly a thought struck Carol and she stopped dead in her tracks.
“That film. The one you just showed me. Where were the cameras? I didn’t see and cameras that night.”
“Well hidden, sweetie, well hidden. You could even say built-in”
“So they were there the day I changed into the bikini, too?”
“Of course, and very nice you looke
d too.”
Carol looked up as Phil broke into the conversation; she hadn’t heard the door open.
“Come in.”
With her options limited, Carol meekly followed the instruction, her mind still racing over the way the devious pair had the house rigged with video cameras.
Chapter 15
Once inside Carol looked around nervously, half expecting to see Susie also waiting for them but there was only Phil and Lizzie. Suddenly she realized that Lizzie had hustled past her into the kitchen area and was now heading back out, car keys in one hand and purse clutched in the other.
“I’ll be back in about an hour, sweetie, try not to wear her out!” was her parting shot as she disappeared back out of the front door.
“Right, if you’ll come this way, please, Carol.”
Phil turned and, without a backward glance, led the way to the foot of the stairs. As she heard the car start up outside, Carol bit her lip but, realizing she had no choice, meekly followed him. She assumed that as soon as they got upstairs he would be leading her to the bedroom; instead he led her into the spare room at the back of the house where there was another dropdown staircase up into the loft. He motioned for Carol to precede him.
“Be careful, these stairs are very wide so please hold on.”
She was halfway up with her head almost into the loft space before she remembered that she was wearing a fairly short skirt and he was following her to get a good view straight up it. Gritting her teeth as she realized there was nothing she could do, she continued. As her head came up into the space she saw why he was bring her into the attic space. Unlike her own home, this one had been fully fitted out as a large open plan area. Not only that but it had obviously also been fitted out as a studio with a considerable number of lights, stands and different colored backdrops.
“What do you think of my playroom then?” Phil asked as he followed her up the stairs. She quickly moved away from the top of the stairs to allow him to finish the climb but also so he could no longer look up her skirt.
“It’s… It’s unexpected.”
“True, but very useful, nevertheless. Shall we get started then, Carol?”
What… what do you want me to do?”
“Well, you see that clothes rack over there? The one with the suit hangers on it?”
She nodded.
“They are numbered and you are going to model for me in the contents of each bag starting with number one. Okay?”
She gulped and nodded again.
“Right, go and change into outfit number one then, please, Carol.”
Looking around she couldn’t see anything that remotely looked like a changing room. Her heart sinking, she had to ask the question, knowing the probable answer.
“Where is the changing room?”
“Right here, sweetheart, now get a move on, please.”
She moved over to the clothes rail with leaden feet. None of the bags looked particularly full so she reached out with a shaking hand to the bag labeled number one and slowly drew the zip down. The bag was empty and she spun round to face Phil with the shock registering on her face. He laughed out loud and, still grinning, finally told her.
“Just my little joke, sweetie. The outfit you already have on is the one you will start in. You can put outfit number two on when you’ve taken that one off for the camera. Now, come over here and sit on this stool, please.”
She hesitated a moment too long.
“Now, Carol.”
Her legs still shaking, she slowly walked over to the stool in front of the pale blue background. Gingerly she perched on the edge of the stool, realizing that the seat height very deliberately caused her to stretch out her legs improving the tone for the camera. Phil looked at her for a moment and then picked his camera up.
“I see you have forgotten how to smile, young lady.”
“Sorry, I’ll try again.”
The grimace that appeared on Carol’s face was hardly a smile but Phil started clicking the shutter anyway. Over the next few minutes he had her turn this way and that in order to show off each profile, but Carol just couldn’t, or wouldn’t, relax. He mounted the camera on a tripod and very carefully focused in on the area of Carol’s midriff as she sat looking straight at him. He put the camera into automatic mode and, checking the oversized memory card was up to it, set the camera to take one picture per second.
“Carol, let me sit there, please.”
She frowned at him for a moment and then moved nervously to the side. He hopped onto the stool and sat there looking straight at the camera with his legs spread wide apart.
“Come and stand here please, Carol, facing the camera,” he said, indicating the space between his legs. Carol nervously complied and, as soon as she was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides.
“That’s better now, just smile at the camera and stay still and let me do all the work. There’s a good girl.”
Carol realized that now, instead of stripping herself for the camera, Phil had every intention of stripping her instead, and she closed her eyes as the feeling of shame washed over her, but she made no attempt to escape his embrace. He released the vice-like grip around her midriff and his hands slid up to her shoulders and gently began to rub the bare flesh around the thin strap of her camisole.
The unwanted touch was enough to begin the stimulation of her body and, within a very short space of time, her nipples were beginning to press against the thin fabric of the camisole and she guessed, correctly, that this would be visible from the camera’s viewpoint. She stood there passively as Phil lowered his lips to her neck and began to gently kiss and nibble at the soft flesh as his hands wandered down the sides of her body.
“Put your hands on my knees for support, please, Carol. Good. Now spread your legs a little, good. A little bit further.”
The instructions were obeyed without hesitation as she felt him slowly pull the camisole hem out of the waistband of her skirt. As his hands again met in the middle, this time on the bare flesh of her belly, she could not help herself as her breathing quickened. One hand moved away only to reappear at the back between them whilst the other angled upward to rest just below the jutting breast. She felt the pooper of her skirt let go, and then the gentle downward pressure as he drew the zip down. She expected him to immediately remove the skirt all the way, but instead his hand now came back round to her navel and began to slide the skirt material upward, baring more and more of her legs.
He pulled her backward a little and she realized that her back was now in contact with his crotch and there was a distinct bulge pressing into the small of her back. Her skirt was now up above the level of her crotch and she realized the thin lacy panties that matched the camisole were now on show to the camera. Her breathing deepened still further and she slowly relaxed her head back against him in an obvious signal of surrender. Phil continued to play her body like a musical instrument and, as one hand cupped her breast and the other cupped her sex through her panties, that she began to moan in passion.
“Raise your arms above your head.”
Complying with his instructions, she knew what was coming as he grasped the hem of the thin camisole on each side and slipped it upward and off over her head, revealing her breasts to the camera.
“Keep them there.”
She did as she was told as his hands dropped back down to her waist and lifting her out and away from his body eased the skirt down until it fell around her feet, leaving her standing there in just her panties. One hand dived for the waistband of her panties and, as he began to finger her sex and the other hand began to tweak her nipple, Carol was lost. Her head arched back and, as her body tensed, she began to thrust her loins in and out in counter time to his fingers, attempting to induce him into inserting his fingers further into her drenched pussy. His other hand continued to maul at her breast and, as her orgasm began, she dropped her hands behind her head in an attempt to touch her tormentor at least some
where. The thin slacks he wore didn’t prevent the heat of his erection burning its way into the small of her back, and as he stripped the panties with one hand down her legs, she knew that at that moment he could do whatever he wanted with her, or to her. The sheer salaciousness of that thought drove her over the brink yet again.
Carol was convinced that any moment now Phil was going to fuck her and was therefore doubly surprised when he let go of her and stood up.
“Please go and put the outfit in bag number two on, now, Carol.”
“What…?”
“Bag number two, please, Carol.”
Crossing over to the clothes rail, leaving her own clothes discarded in a tangled pile, she opened the zip on the second bag and drew out the items from it. The stockings and thin short nightie were obvious but the sleep mask left her slightly confused.
“Put the nightie and the stockings on, please, Carol and bring the mask with you over here.”
Carol looked up to see that Phil was now standing next to a single bed in another part of his home studio and was standing watching her naked body. Suddenly embarrassed by being naked in front of him, despite the fact that he had just induced her to two orgasms, she quickly pulled the nightie over her head and into place. One quick downward glance confirmed her first impression—it wasn’t just translucent, it was transparent! Glancing in the bag again in the vain hope of finding underwear to go with it, she sat down to draw the hold-up stockings up her legs. Watching the beautiful young woman pulling them up, ignoring the fact that her opened legs were displaying her still damp pussy, was a joy for Phil and his penis continued to twitch in his pants.
Finally she was ready and walked over to the bed next to Phil ready for her next ordeal. She was very surprised to find that her level of resistance was dropping as she did so, and realized that Phil was paying a great deal of attention to the fact that her nipples were hardening again.
“Lay down on the bed, please, Carol, put the sleep mask on and pretend to be asleep, if you will. Lie on your side with one arm over your head and the other underneath it. Good. Now bring the top leg over to rest on the bed. Good. Bend your knee a bit further. Good. Now I am going to take several photographs of you and I don’t want you to react. Understood?”
