The Neighbor's Girl

by JJ Argus

  But it wasn’t terribly bright in the basement, and Dawn’s face wasn’t visible in many of the shots, and even when it was it was shadowed or partially covered. She could edit out the few clear shots of Dawn’s face and sell the rest. Why not? She’d shown her own body - anonymously. So she could show Dawn’s.

  Of course, Dawn’s involvement offered up other possibilities, as well.

  As Ashley hung in place the blood rushed to her head and it began to throb and pound. She moaned dizzily into the blindfold, feeling exotically sexual, turned on, and yet uncomfortable.

  Time passed though, and the buzzing turned her belly into a quivering mass of raw sensations. Her insides cramped and burned in aroused heat. Yet she could not cum. Her pussy was agonizingly bare and devoid of sensations other than a flickering spasm and clutching of muscles. She wanted someone to touch her breasts, to rub her clitoris.

  She was going crazy under the irresistible vibrations, yet could not go all the way over the edge into an orgasmic release. Instead, she continued to burn,, her mind puddling into jelly as the continuous heat burned through her chest and into her brain. She sobbed weekly, humping upward, bouncing her little ass on the mattress as she sought relief.

  Nothing helped, nothing... until. A hand gently caressed her chest, sliding feather light across her breasts. She arched her back, trying to push her breasts up against the fingers. They pulled back and she sobbed in misery.

  Then a mouth closed over one nipple, only very, very softly suckling and tonguing it, just the nipple. She again pushed her chest upwards, as far as she was able in her bound condition but the mouth pulled up as well, refusing to give her the sharp, hard sucking she wanted.

  "Ohh! Please!" she gasped. "Pleeeeeease!"

  Three fingers slid onto her other nipple and lightly twisted it as the gasping girl thrashed desperately. Then the gag was undone and pulled free of her mouth.

  "Ohh! OHH! Mrs Jacksoooooonn!"

  Her head was pulled up and back, arching her spine. Her face was jammed into a naked pussy. She began sucking at once, hoping to get relief herself, hoping Connie would suck her off, would fuck her with her fingers. her arms jerked against her bonds as she tried to bring her hands up against the soft round buttocks above her.

  She stabbed desperately up with her tongue, pushing it high into her tight sucking pussy box above her. Her entire face was crushed up into pussy and buttocks as the woman above ground and rubbed herself downwards. Ashley could hear little moans and groans, though they were muffled by the soft velvety thighs pressed against her ears.

  She worked harder yet, then groaned deeply as Connie's hands came down on her breasts. The fingers drove deep into her soft breast, digging deep furrows in the round melons, then dug together, squeezing the jelly like flesh tightly, and twisting it around. The pain was agonizing, but also ecstatic to the quivering young blonde.

  Every harsh, cruel squeeze sent her pulse racing, made her pussy clench. Her tongue was a buzzing snake as it slurped and sucked and dove in the tight pussy above her.

  She could barely breath as her face was jammed up harshly into the moist pussy. Then the fingers in her hair loosened and her head fell back.

  After a moment, fingers rubbed at her slit, and began to pump the vibrator there in and out, plunging it deep into her wet hole.

  "Ohhhhh Yeeeesssss! Fuck me! Fuck me ! Fuck my Pussy!" she cried.

  The dildo thrust deep into her slim belly and twisted around inside her gut. She was on the verge of cumming and twisted and writhed in her bonds.

  Connie grinned to herself as she drove back towards the house. She checked her watch, making sure she had plenty of time before Dawn would come home. She intended a little celebration with the blonde girl, now that she had all this money.

  It hadn't surprised her that Beacon had been willing to pay that money she'd demanded. What other choice had he? He certainly couldn't go to the police. That would not only get him arrested, it would get him fired from his job, and divorced from his wife.

  She didn't feel bad about blackmailing him. She felt he had it coming for the way he'd treated and abused such a completely defenceless girl like Ashley. She thought she needed it anyway, to keep herself and the girls in a proper manner. Ashley's film debut had been good, but she couldn't rely on that income for everything, and she certainly didn't want to work herself. Perhaps the girl could get into stripping. She heard there was good money to be had there.

  She pulled into the driveway and parked, then got out, carrying the bag of money. She couldn't simply go to the bank with it without them asking questions, so she would keep most of it at home and maybe deposit it a little at a time.

  With the bag in hand, she descended the stairs to the basement. As she neared the bottom she heard the gasping and moaning of the tortured young blonde, and smiled to herself. The door was open, so Ashley wasn’t alone. It was time to confront her new partner.

  "Uhng! Uhgn! Yes!" she heard.

  And that wasn’t Ashley either, she thought, her heart beating faster as a hot flash ran down her body.

  Ashley was on the basement floor now, still spreadeagled and bound, still blindfolded as Dawn sat on her face, naked, rocking back and forth, back arched beautifully.

  Have to get her a mask, Connie thought. This would make a great video.

  Dawn finally noticed her standing in the doorway and her face took on a look of shock and embarrassment.

  "Mom!"

  "Dawn!” Connie said, imitating her tone. “I see you've met my guest," she said with a glare, watching Dawn fumbling for her clothes.

  "Uh, yeah." An embarrassed Dawn tried to cover her naked body as Ashley raised her blindfolded head and looked around with her mouth open.

  “Dawn?!” she gasped.

  “Yes. Dawn,” Connie said. “It was Dawn’s pussy you were eating. And it was Dawn with you the other day as well.”

  Dawn stared at her mother in open-mouthed surprise as Connie crossed the room to the camera and smiled at her.

  “Oh my God!” Dawn cried. “Don’t tell me you saw - .”

  “And heard every last second,” Connie said, as Dawn’s face turned a flaming red.

  Dawn put a hand over her mouth.

  “Don’t worry, honey,” Connie said. “It’s nothing I haven’t done myself. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

  “Oh God! I can’t believe my mother saw me having sex!” Dawn moaned, putting her hand over her eyes.

  “You looked very sexy, very erotic. Danny said the video will sell really well.”

  Dawn jerked her head up and stared at her mother in shock. “What!?”

  “Don’t worry, honey, I edited out the scenes where your face shows. Anyway, it’s not like it’s going onto TV. It’s going to be sold to a limited audience at a web site for bondage.”

  Dawn continued to stare at her, her mouth a huge ‘O’ of disbelief.

  “I’ve sold them two of me and her as well,” Connie said. “I was wearing a hood, of course.”

  She looked at the video tape in her hand. “From what I just saw this one will be great too.”

  “No! You can’t!”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll edit out the shots of your face.”

  “But - but - but Mom!”

  “But what, Dawn? We need money, you know, and it’s not like anyone will know the pictures are of you. Or that you’ll ever meet any of these people.”

  She moved past the stunned girl and unfastened Ashley’s wrist restraints, then slipped off the blindfold. Ashley stared up at Dawn with wide eyes, and Dawn stared back with even wider ones.

  “It takes a little getting used to, I know,” Connie said. “But I’m sure you’ll see how sensible an idea it is.”

  “No!”

  Connie snapped her fingers at Ashley.

  “Crawl, little slut,” she ordered.

  Ashley got to her hands and knees, and began to crawl towards the door. Dawn stared at her, open mouthed.

  Conni
e smiled, bent and snapped a leash to the blonde’s collar, then led her out of the basement as Dawn stared after them.

  They argued for two hours, and Dawn retreated to her room, slamming the door behind her.

  Two hours later, however, she returned, glaring at the sight of Ashley bent backwards across her mother’s lap, naked, a dildo jammed into her pussy as the girl moaned and gasped and cried out in pleasure.

  “Do you have to do that in the living room!?” she demanded angrily.

  Connie looked up from her fingers as they rubbed and caressed the blonde girl’s breasts and pussy.

  “Why not? You’ve seen her before.”

  “And as long as you’re doing all this BDSM shit you could at least gag her so I don’t have to listen!”

  She stomped off to the kitchen, and Connie chuckled and returned to tormenting the blonde.

  She left for work the next morning, glad there was no sign of her mother and Ashley, still embarrassed at knowing her mother had seen her, had seen videos of her fucking with Ashley. She cringed at the thought. Even worse, she had sold those videos! Yes, her face was supposedly edited out, but holy shit!

  Her mother was a fucking pervert!

  And what about you, a small voice asked. Weren’t you abusing Ashley without the blonde even knowing?

  She shook her head angrily and headed to work.

  When she got home she saw her mother’s car gone, and was relieved as she pushed open the front door - until she saw Ashley.

  Ashley knelt in front of the door, naked, legs spread wide, arms pulled back behind her.

  “Hello, Mistress Dawn,” she said.

  Dawn felt a jolt hit her chest, and the reverberations rippled down her belly and into her groin.

  “Shit,” she said, turning her head away.

  “May I serve you, Mistress Dawn?”

  “Fuck off, Ashley, you little sicko.”

  “You didn’t say that when I was licking your pussy,” Ashley said.

  Dawn’s face reddened.

  “I think what you said was - Ungh! Ungh! Unggh! Unnggghhhh!”

  “Shut up!” Dawn said furiously.

  “Who’s the sicko?” Ashley asked with a smirk.

  “If you don’t shut up I’ll show you how sick I am, you little slut!”

  Ashley put her tongue out. “Come on, Mistress Dawn. Show me how much you scream when you come.”

  Dawn cursed, and reached down, gripping Ashley’s loose hair.

  “Ow! Quit it!”

  “You want to be a bondage slut? I’ll show you what happens to bondage sluts!”

  She half dragged the girl along beside her, keeping her fingers buried in the thick blonde hair, forcing Ashley to crawl along on her knees without the use of her hands, not allowing her to rise.

  She lifted her, finally, and forced her to bend over a chair, then began to slap at her bottom.

  “You think that hurts?” Dawn laughed. “That doesn’t hurt!”

  “Slut!”

  Connie grinned as she watched and listened. She was hiding behind the big china cabinet, the video camera to her eye. She watched as her daughter bent Ashley over the table, tied her wrists ahead of her, then began to strap her bottom with a long belt. She was not surprised when Dawn grew aroused, nor when she stripped and found her strap-on, nor when she rammed it into the blonde girl’s pussy and rode her savagely as Ashley cried out in both pain and pleasure.

  She waited until Dawn was finished, had removed the strap-on, and was holding the dazed blonde by the hair as she knelt in front of her licking her pussy. Then she put up the camera and walked out.

  Dawn didn’t even notice until she was almost right next to her. Then she gasped in shock, stumbling back and almost falling against the wall.

  “Are you playing with my sex toy?” Connie asked with mild disapproval.

  “Fuck, mom!”

  “Do you have to do that in the living room?” Connie demanded.

  Dawn glowered, folding her arms over her chest. She was not as embarrassed as she had been the other day.

  “I’m surprised you didn’t set up a camera,” she snapped.

  Connie grinned and Dawn’s mouth dropped open. “Shit! Mo-ther!”

  “Maybe you’d like to try being behind the camera for a bit?”

  Dawn looked at her suspiciously.

  * * *

  It took a little more convincing, but before long Connie was dressed in leather, including the hood, and Ashley was on her back with her ankles bound to her collar as Connie thrust the strap-on down into her pussy. Dawn, still uneasy, still a little embarrassed, operated the video camera. It took very little time for her inhibitions to wear away and her pussy to begin to bubble with arousal, however.

  Shyly, she offered to be in the next shot, provided she too had a hood.

  They spent the next few days making bondage videos, and Dawn became more and more excited, and more inventive.

  “These things need more than fucking and bondage,” she said. “We need to show her being punished more.”

  And so, Ashley was bent over a chair and switched by Dawn as Connie moved around them with the camcorder. Ashley whipped the little blonde’s backside until tears flowed and the girl was whimpering and sniffling and sobbing. Then she used the dildo on her, twisting her head up and back roughly by the hair as she mauled her breasts.

  Then they set up a flogging scene, hanging Ashley from her wrists.

  “Will this hurt?” Ashley asked nervously.

  “Of course,” Dawn said impatiently, slapping the girl’s bottom.

  “I’m not sure I - .”

  Dawn gripped her hair and yanked it back, and Ashley gasped in pain.

  “You’ll love it,” Dawn said. “Because you’re a total slut and you get off on anything.”

  The whip was a cat O’ nine tails, a light one. Connie set up a second camcorder they had bought in front of the girl, then moved behind as Dawn drew her arm back and let the whip fly.

  Ashley cried out in pain as the whip cut across her back, and her body jerked violently as thin red lines began to rise across her back.

  “Oww! That hurts!”

  “Don’t be a baby,” Dawn said.

  She swung the whip again, and again Ashley writhed and cried out, her legs kicking feebly in mid air as she twisted at the end of her chains.

  “Slut!” Dawn jeered.

  Again the whip cut across Ashley’s back, lower now. Again the girl howled, writhing and twisting.

  “Stop! Stop! Please!”

  Dawn ignored her, and even though the hood protected most of her face Connie could see her daughter was growing passionately aroused by the whipping, her breathing growing ragged, her arm jerking faster as she slashed the flog down across the crying blonde girl’s back.

  The doorbell rang, and she and Dawn looked at the stairwell in annoyance.

  “Ignore it,” Connie said.

  Dawn lashed the girl again, then again.

  “I want to whip her tits,” she said, her voice thick and hungry.

  The doorbell continued to ring.

  “They might hear her if she really starts howling.”

  “I’ll gag her.”

  The doorbell rang again and Connie drew on a robe. “I’ll just see who it is.”

  Dawn growled and swung the whip at Ashley’s back again.

  “Wait until I get back,” Connie ordered. “We’re not doing this just for your pleasure.”

  She went upstairs and looked through the curtain, hesitated, then opened the door.

  “I said we’d talk about it next time I brought a tape in,” she said.

  Kim looked back with a mocking smile on her face. “I was in the neighbourhood. I just thought I’d come and see if you needed any help.”

  “Right. You want to get your hands on Ashley’s body.”

  “I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on yours either,” Kim said.

  Connie snorted, then shrugged and opened the door.
“We’re filming a scene now. Ashley’s not entirely sure she likes it.”

  “Ashley is a brainless bimbo. She doesn’t have a say in anything,” Kim said flatly.

  Connie smiled and then led her downstairs.

  Dawn was standing next to Ashley, pulling the blonde girl’s head back by the hair, her fingers rubbing at the trembling, moaning girl’s pussy as she talked in a low growl.

  “... love it, you slutty little bitch. If anyone deserves to be whipped naked it’s you, and you’re such a - .”

  She stopped with a gasp as she saw the stranger with her mother, her face going red. She was wearing only a tiny red leather G-string and harness, her breasts squeezed out between leather straps, bare and naked. Atop that was the hood, but she had taken that off.

  “Well, well, well,” Kim said. “Another little bimbo slut.”

  Dawn glared at her. “Fuck you,” she said indignantly.

  “Kim is one of the uh, models who worked on the photo set we did with Ashley the other day,” she said. “She had offered to help out, work the camera and... stuff.”

  “I see you already got some help,” Kim said.

  “This is Dawn.”

  “Hi Dawn,” Kim said. “You have a nice body, Dawn.”

  Dawn frowned, still embarrassed and uneasy.

  Kim ran her hand over Ashley’s bare body. “Been whipping the little slut, have we?”

  “It h-hurts,” Ashley moaned.

  “Baby,” Dawn sneered.

  Kim looked Dawn up and down. “When do we whip this one?”

  “Maybe we should whip you!” Dawn said. “You think I’m some bondage slut like Ashley!?”

  Connie opened her mouth to correct Kim but the strange look on her daughter’s face halted her. Dawn looked outraged at first, but then seemed blustery and uncertain, her defiance more than a little halfhearted.”

  “So I’ll just watch,” Kim said.

  “Go ahead. “Whip her,” Connie said, going behind the camera.

  Dawn looked uncertainly at Kim, but then turned and drew the flog back, then whipped it forward across Ashley’s breasts.

  Ashley howled and her feet kicked out wildly, her entire body swinging back and forth, then twisting as her legs flopped in different directions. Dawn slashed the crop across her breasts again, and again Ashley howled and sobbed, begging them to stop. Dawn ignored her, bringing the flog down a third time, then a fourth time as Connie recorded it.