The Neighbor's Girl

by JJ Argus

Ashley was wearing only her collar and restraints, and her wrists were locked together behind her back.

  “Could I stay here tonight?”

  “You want to sleep with my husband?”

  “If you want me to,” Ashley said stolidly.

  Connie shook her head. “He’d never touch you. He’s a big prude. Worse than your parents. He’d probably divorce me for suggesting it.”

  “You should divorce him!”

  “Maybe when I get some money.”

  “Just tonight? Please!”

  Connie looked at her, considering. “Call your parents.”

  “They’re not home,” Ashley said in disgust. “And they’ve got someplace they’re going tonight anyway.”

  “Well at least leave a message. When they get back they’ll wonder.”

  “I doubt they’d even know I wasn’t in my bedroom, but all right.”

  “Dawn will be home soon. I don’t intend for her to see you.”

  She led the girl into the rear of the basement, past the rec room, through the door that led to the washer and dryer, then through another door which led to a dark, stone, scary looking room which held the hot water heater, furnace and fuel tank. Nobody ever went in there. Peter was hopeless at any household chores and Dawn of course, wouldn't have bothered. More importantly, the door had a look on it, and no one but her had the key.

  “Here,” she said, pointing to an old wooden post at the centre of the room. Ashley hurried over, and Connie turned her and pushed her back against the post then raised her wrists.

  “Yes,” she said.

  She used the long black rope to tie the girl’s wrists up and back behind the post, then criss-crossed her chest, circled her waist and hips tightly, and pulled the girl’s legs back so that her feet were pressed against the sides of the post. Then she tied them back, feeding the rope around each thigh just beneath the crotch, and tugging back sharply.

  When she was done the bright eyed young blonde could hardly move a muscle.

  “A final touch,” Connie said with a dark smile.

  She shoved a ball gag into the girl’s mouth, then buckled it behind her head.

  “You’ll spend the night here, slut. Perhaps if you’re lucky I’ll come down and whip you later.”

  She closed and locked the door, then as she was passing through the rec room she paused. The rec room hadn’t really been used as such for some years. Now half of it was used as storage. In the corner was a dusty old full length mirror on a stand she’d once had in the corner of their bedroom.

  She smiled and picked it up, dragging it back into the back room and setting it up in front of Ashley.

  Ashley's eyes shone at the eroticism of the tableau. Connie kissed her, then closed the door, locking her into the small room. She kept the light on, wanting Ashley to be able to see her taut, perfectly erect form. She knew it would add to the girl's lust, and that there was nothing she could do about it, bound as she was.

  She passed through the door to the finished section and closed it behind her, then went upstairs and had a shower. She had just started dinner when Dawn arrived home from school. They chatted briefly, then the girl went up to her room.

  They ate a couple of hours later. Peter still wasn't home so she put his food away for him. She snuck downstairs while Dawn was upstairs doing her homework, finding Ashley weary and sore armed.

  "I brought something for you, little slave girl," she whispered.

  She pulled the vibrator out from her pocket and held it up before the blonde's eyes. She grinned spitefully then clicked it on and slid the head in between Ashley's thighs. The girl was already sweating in the heat, and Connie had no difficulty forcing the throbbing vibrator up her tight sex sheath. Once it was in place she tied a small cord to the base and then to one of the ropes around the girl’s waist.

  Then she kissed the girl on the lips and eased out of the room, leaving her standing there with the vibrator bound inside her.

  It was hours later after Dawn and Peter were in bed and she had a chance to go down again and check on the blonde. She found her all but hanging from the ropes, her body trembling and shivering, covered in sweat. Her face was covered by her thick tangled hair, some of it matted against her forehead, and she was barely conscious.

  She untied the girl and carried her exhausted body out the door and into the storage part of the basement where the washer and dryer was.

  "I've found someplace for you to spend the night," she said to the semi-conscious, sex weary girl.

  She first pulled her wrists behind her back, then locked her restraints together. She grinned as she ruffled the girl's hair, then eased her into a travel trunk that was in a corner.

  Ashley curled up in a fetal position, grateful to be off her feet, and for the weight to be off her arms and wrists and shoulders. She hardly cared where she was, or that her wrists were now locked behind her. Before closing the trunk Connie replaced the dying batteries in the vibrator, then forced the thing back into Ashley's sex tube, cinching the rope tight between her sex lips again.

  Then she closed the lid of the trunk, locked it, and piled boxes on top. Finally, she left the room, snapping the light off behind her.

  Next morning after Dawn and Peter were gone she went downstairs and opened the trunk. Ashley was curled on her side. Her body soaked in sweat, but she slowly turned her head and looked up through blinking, blood shot eyes at the sudden light.

  She had to carry the girl upstairs over one shoulder, then after she'd gone to the bathroom, Connie bathed her and put her in her own bed to sleep, with her wrists locked to the headboard above her. She got dressed, then, taking two video tapes with her, she went out.

  “Now these are nice!” the man said, beaming at the videos.

  Connie flushed a little as he raised his eyes and flicked them up and down her body. “You need someone to operate the camera, though”

  “I know.”

  “I can find someone.”

  “No thanks,” she said hurriedly. “I’ll find someone myself.”

  He nodded and shrugged. “In the meantime, she can do some more basic stuff.”

  “Like?”

  “Straight pictures and videos. And maybe some bondage pictures, too. Those are fairly easy to sell. The government is mostly into going after videos.”

  * * *

  Ashley was still asleep when she got there, apparently having gotten little sleep the previous night.

  "Wake up, sweety," Connie smiled, stroking the blonde hair. Ashley blinked awake, then smiled dreamily up at her as Connie's hands caressed her breasts. She held up a choke chain she'd purchased and slid the loop around the blonde's throat.

  "Come on, get up. We have a lot to do today."

  She undid the blonde girl’s restraints from the posted and helped her sit up. Ashley rolled out of bed and followed her out the door and down the stairs. Connie held the chain easily until they reached the bottom, then she turned and put a hand on Ashley's shoulder, pushing her down to her knees.

  "I want to see you crawl," Connie growled.

  Ashley trembled at the words, her breath catching. She dropped onto all fours and looked up at Connie. Connie tugged on the chain then began to walk slowly. Ashley crawled beside her like a dog.

  Connie led her around the house, then outside into the back yard, cooing to her like a little puppy and talking in baby talk. She got so hot she pushed the girl onto her side and stripped, then slid her leg through Ashley's thighs.

  The two of them then began to rock from side to side as they ground their pussies together. Connie moaned in pleasure as she felt her own and Ashley's wet, slick pussies grinding and rubbing and mashing together.

  Ashley mewled in delight, grasping Connie's leg and tugging on it, trying to mash herself down harder against the other woman's pussy mound. Connie's fluttering hands reached down and almost by accident found Ashley's hand. She gripped it tightly and pulled, gasping as her pussy was crushed against the young blonde's.r />
  As one, they reached for each other with their free hands. Holding tightly, the two rubbed their puffy pussy mounds together with tremendous force.

  Connie's right leg was laying along Ashley's chest and belly. She found the girl's full, swollen breasts and began rubbing and slapping her ankle against them. She raised her foot then, and looking briefly down the length of her body to Ashley, brought the back of her bare heel down hard on the girl's big melon.

  The hard bone of her heel pushed deeply into the malleable flesh, squashing it down against the ground below. Ashley cried out in pain and delight. Her warring selves fought over reaction. Yet she could do little. Connie held her hands firmly as the two continued to grind their pussies together, and the older woman outweighed her, making it impossible to twist her off.

  Connie's legs gripped the small, slim young woman like pincers, crushing her like a vice as she pulled even harder on the dainty hands, jerking hard, threatening to tear the slender arms free from her shoulders.

  Ashley howled, her pussy under tremendous pressure as the soft, tender meat was crushed against her pubic bone. Yet deep inside her was a blossoming fire of shattering proportions, burning, growing, engulfing her senses, her consciousness.

  Connie pushed down with both hands, easing the pressure to nothing, then yanked back hard, slamming her pussy into Ashley's.

  "UUhhhhhh!" Ashley cried.

  Again Connie pushed down, her strong hands firmly clasping the young blonde's. Again she jerked hard, almost dislocating the teenager's shoulders as she crushed her pussy against Ashley's and then ground her hips.

  "Ahhhhh!" Ashley gasped.

  Connie shoved back and pulled, shoved back and PULLED, shoved and PULLED, each time hammering her sodden pussy mound against the blonde girl's.

  Ashley grunted repeatedly, her body hammered and jounced and shaken by the constant blows, helpless to do anything to offset the deliciously hard impacts against her sensitive pussy.

  Her grunts and moans were an intense, warbling wail of disoriented delight. Then she bit down hard, her teeth crushing together. Air puffed out through her nose as the blistering prelude to a massive orgasmic release overwhelmed her senses.

  Then she screamed, throwing her head back and crying out in mindless animal passion. The sound was a raw, carnal wail of utter ecstasy that rose and soared through the air, drifting out through the small, suburban neighbourhood.

  "Oh fucking Christ!" Connie groaned. She wanted to silence the girl but her own climax was almost upon her and nothing could have made her release her hold, move her tingling pussy mound away from the sweet little puffy fuck pad she was mashing against it.

  Then she came, grunting repeatedly as she ground herself against the wailing young blonde, hissing in concentration as she fought to hold control of her own senses and not add to the cacophony coming from the shuddering young blonde girl.

  She took the bedraggled girl inside and sat down, slumping deep in the padded armchair Peter preferred. To amuse herself, she put the blonde through the paces she might have done a trained animal, having her beg, roll over, sit up, kneel, holding the camera to her eyes as Ashley performed..

  Ashley loved it all, eyes shining with rapture as she gazed in adoration at the sensuous older woman who had taken control of her life.

  On cue, she lay back, spread her legs and began to masturbate, pumping her fingers deep in her gash as she furiously rubbed her clit. She came within less than a minute, her hips bouncing and jerking on the carpet as she yelped and mewled in pleasure.

  Connie took her downstairs once again and set up the camera. She made use of the new toys she'd purchased. They included real chains, which she thought would look good on camera. She had screwed and hammered more rings in the roof beams now and had Ashley stand on a milk carton as she lifted her wrists up above her and spread them apart, then slid the chains up through twin rings in the ceiling and down to a neat little block and tackle she had bought and fixed to the wall.

  She placed a T shaped piece of soft leather against the girl's belly. There were metal studs on one side. She wrapped the top around her belly and cinched it tight, leaving the bottom part hanging straight down between Ashley's legs.

  Then she pushed a long thick vibrator slowly up into the deepest pit of the girl's pussy, feeling it carefully as she twisted and nodding with satisfaction when she felt it hit the very bottom of the tight pussy. Ashley whimpered, the hard end of the vibrator pressing against her cervix.

  She picked up an almost identical vibrator and forced it way up inside her anus, ignoring the feeble gasps and begging appeals to stop. With both vibrators packing the girl's abdominal cavities, she clicked the controls on the base of the thick tubes, bringing them to buzzing, humming life. Then she pulled the lower part of the leather strip up between the legs and fixed it to the back of the belt around Ashley's waist.

  She used both her hands to pull the thing up as tight as she possibly could before snapping it in place, crushing it against the girl's sex. Ashley was already starting to shake and grunt, bringing a laugh from the older woman.

  She produced another new device. It was a shiny leather hood that completely covered Ashley's head, her eyes, her nose, and her jaw, leaving only a small round hole over her mouth, and a pair of slits under her nose.

  Not yet done, she took up the final device. It was another dildo, sort of. It was only about four inches long, but immensely thick, more like a huge cockhead than a whole cock. She pressed the thick cockhead thing against Ashley's lips and the girl opened them.

  Still, the thing was so wide that despite the girl's willingness, Connie almost had to twist it past her taut, wide open lips. With the big rubber cockhead filling the young woman's mouth, Connie fastened the strap attached to its base around the leather clad head and tightly bound it in place.

  Now Ashley's cries were reduced to muffled moans that would not be heard beyond the door. Connie stood back, then dragged the milk carton out from under her feet. Ashley dropped slightly, then hung tautly from her wrists, her toes and wriggling, her feet twisting, her legs jerking feebly.

  Aroused, Connie panned the camera up and down her body, zooming in and back as she circled her. Then she set it back on its tripod in a corner and set it to continue recording. Then she spread the girl’s legs apart, chaining her ankles to a beam on one side, and a narrow support pole on the other.

  As a final touch, which Connie thought of as she was passing through the rec room which the finished basement had become, she had brought a ghetto blaster into the little room and plugged in a pair of stereo headphones, placing them on the girl's head and turning the music up loud.

  Perhaps with a bit of sadism, she pushed in a symphony and pressed the continuous play button.

  She left the girl there, ready to take care of business long put off.

  She'd already talked with Dawn, who had been unsurprised and fatalistic about what she intended. She understood. After all, she had also been affected by the lack of attention from Peter.

  When Peter came home he found his bags packed and waiting for him by the front door. He showed shock at first, but it quickly receded as he talked matter-of-factly with Connie, and after a few minutes he almost seemed relieved. Connie wondered more than a little bitterly if he was glad he would no longer have his family to distract him from his work.

  * * *

  Her mother had told Dawn to stay up in her room while she told her father about the new living arrangements. But she'd decided she could better take her mind off the conversation in the rec room, playing pool. She hadn’t been down there in a while, not since she was in high school and used to entertain guests there. She went down the back stairs through the kitchen and then down into the rec room.

  The first thing she looked for when she got there was the ghetto blaster. It wasn't there in its usual spot and she glared around as if someone had deliberately tried to provoke her. She went to the door leading into the washing room and opened it, t
hinking that her mother might have brought it in while doing the laundry.

  She poked around the machines but found no sign of it. Then she stopped, hearing an odd sound. It sounded like low, tinny music. It was low but definitely melodic. She followed her ears to the equipment room where the boiler and furnace were, and in some confusion, turned the knob.

  It resisted her efforts, locked. She stared at it in surprise. This room was never locked. At least, she didn't think so. She almost never went in there. She put her ear to the door and heard the music louder, though it sounded very tinny.

  Along with the music there was an odd clinking sound, and a humming, murmuring sound. Both could have come from a machine except they were at irregular intervals and went up and down in strength. Totally mystified, and not one to be puzzled for long, she turned to go upstairs and demand an explanation.

  Then she remembered that her father had purchased this lock at the same time as he'd bought the one for her room years ago. Her room had been a guest room then, and the locks, cheap ones, were meant to keep a wandering kid out of both rooms.

  She pulled the key to her room out of her pocket and pushed it into the little keyhole in the door, then twisted it. There was some resistance, but then, as she grunted in satisfaction, the knob turned and she pushed it open and went inside.

  Chapter Seven

  Dawn stared in utter astonishment at the sight that was before her bulging eyes. The shock of finding a person here made her yelp in fear and jump back. But then as her eyes communicated the entirety of the scene, she crept forward again, staring, wide eyed.

  The woman was completely naked, well, unless the leather belt coming down between her legs and covering her pussy was considered clothing of any kind. Her legs pulled wide by chains held to support poles. Her wrists were chained to the roof, and her head was completely encased in leather.

  The tinny music Dawn had heard was coming from the headphones the woman wore, and Dawn knew from experience that the music must be pretty loud for her to be able to hear it standing several feet away. The humming was groaning, muffled by some kind of gag. The clinking - .