The Neighbor's Girl

by JJ Argus

  Connie was beginning to doubt this was a good idea. Ashley seemed in a lot of pain, and not at all happy about what was happening. She was on the verge of stopping it when Kim stepped forward and interrupted it.

  “You’re enjoying this way too much,” she said to Dawn.

  “Who asked you?”

  Kim towered over the girl, and reached out for her. Dawn backed away, but into a wall, and Kim moved in against her. Connie wasn’t sure why she did nothing as the tough blonde woman stared down at her daughter, then peeled the hood up and off her head.

  “Such a pretty little girl,” she said mockingly.

  “I’m not a little girl!” Dawn said with false bravado.

  “Then maybe you should taste the other side of the whip.”

  “You think I’m scared?” Dawn sneered.

  Kim smiled in a sleek, confident way. “No, dear. I think you’re terrified, but not of the pain. I think you’re terrified of something else.”

  “What are you talking about?” Dawn demanded defiantly.

  Kim gripped Dawn behind the neck, and Dawn gasped in pain. Her hands shot up and back, but Kim simply twisted her around and shoved her face first into the wall, then gripped her wrists, pulling them up and back behind her neck and pinning them there easily in one hand.

  Again Connie started to intervene, but something stopped her, and instead she kept recording as Kim led her daughter to a corner table where they had left a lot of bondage equipment, and slammed her belly-down across the table. She then forced leather restraints around Dawn’s wrists and ankles - against not very spirited resistance.

  A minute later Dawn was hanging from her wrists, gasping and twisting and moaning, her eyes alive and wild as Kim spread her legs and locked them in place.

  “You,” she ordered Ashley with a pointed finger. “Eat the slut out.”

  “Yes - mistress,” Ashley said, wide eyed.

  She was kneeling, and moved in front of Dawn, her tongue pushing up into the other girl’s sex as Kim stripped and pulled on some leather bondage gear herself. Kim then moved behind Dawn, who was gulping in air, her face flushed, moaning and trembling as Ashley’s tongue worked on her.

  “We’ll see how well you take to the flog, slut,” Kim growled.

  Her powerful arm sent the flog slicing down across Dawn’s bare back, and Connie winced as her daughter screamed, her back arching. Again she almost stopped, almost intervened, but the look on her daughter’s face was - odd. It wasn’t panicky fear or simply anguished pain. It was conflicted. It was dazed, wondering, and - aroused.

  Again the flog cut across her back, and again Dawn cried out, straining against the bonds, muscles moving beneath her skin as she writhed and twisted, her head falling back. The whip cut across her back again, and again, and again, and despite her cries of pain Connie could see the heat flooding her daughter, could almost smell the musky scent of her pussy as it oozed heat and hunger.

  Kim continued to whip her, raining blows up and down her back from shoulder to thighs, and then moved slowly around in front of her. Dawn was moaning weakly, gasping for breath, shuddering, and her entire back was laced with criss-crossing red lines from the whip. Yet her hips were grinding and bucking and jerking into Ashley’s face as the blonde continued to lick at her.

  “Pull your head back, slut,” Kim growled.

  Dawn moaned weakly, and slowly forced her head up, staring through her tattered, tangled hair at the woman standing in front of her.

  “Arch your back, you fucking whore,” Kim spat. “Shove those tits out so I can whip them!”

  Dawn gave a broken sob, but bucked her hips violently at Ashley’s face, then jerked her head back, trembling and moaning low in her throat.

  Kim brought the flog slicing down across her young breasts, and Dawn howled in pain, twisting and thrashing in her chains.

  “Again, slut! Head back!”

  Connie was stunned. Again she wanted to intervene. Again she didn’t, seeing the arousal, the heat in her daughter’s eyes. Kim brought the flog slashing down across her breasts again, and again, again, as Dawn sobbed and twisted and her hips bucked violently.

  Her daughter’s eyes were wild, her chest heaving. Sweat trickled down her chest, between her red, whip marked breasts, down her trembling belly and between her legs, to where Ashley continued to lick.

  Kim tossed the whip down and picked up a thin riding crop.

  “Head back, you cheap fucking whore!” she hissed in a deadly voice.

  Dawn, trembling, gulped in air, and then moaned as she jerked her head back. Kim drew her arm back carefully, and let the crop snap down across her left breast, directly across the nipple. Dawn howled and screamed, her body writhing and twisting and bucking, and then climaxed explosively, convulsions wracking her body as she cried out in glorious pleasure.

  Kim brought the crop down across the centre of her other breast, then both. Her arm was a blur as the crop bit into Dawn’s breasts again and again, and Dawn howled and thrashed in pain and pleasure.

  Chapter Nine

  “No, no. Christ, you two are pathetic,” Kim snapped.

  The two girls flushed in embarrassment.

  “Watch me, and if you don’t get it right I’m going to take a crop to your tight little asses.”

  Kim got up off the sofa, where she and Connie had been watching the girls practice stripping. She reset the CD player, and then her body began to move in time to the music, undulating, her hips rolling, her eyes seductive slits, her tongue gently gliding along her lower lip as she began to strip off her clothes.

  The two girls, naked, stared at her, Ashley with anxiety in her eyes, Dawn looking almost reverent. Connie could see her daughter had developed a steaming hot crush on the blonde woman, and was uncertain about what, if anything, she should do about it. It was one thing to feature Ashley in videos, to consider having Ashley strip for a living.

  But Dawn!? Dawn was to go to university and - and learn - something - so she could get a decent job and support herself. Not that stripping wouldn’t do that, of course. Kim’s description of how much could be made stripping by beautiful girls was very impressive.

  Her daughter’s sex was now as bare and visible as Ashley’s, and Kim hadn’t wanted to tolerate stubble at all. She had persuaded Connie to have both girls taken in for laser treatment, so that their pubic hair had been permanently removed.

  Kim had moved in with them, or so it seemed. She was Dawn’s guest, officially, but Dawn remained naked and bound at all times, and the cries of pain and pleasure which came from her room at night when the two went to bed made it clear who was in charge in that relationship.

  As if there were ever any doubt. Kim treated her like a slave, snapping her fingers at her, slapping her face or bottom whenever she hesitated or questioned her. Again, Connie wasn’t sure she liked that. Her daughter was an intelligent, questioning young woman. She didn’t think she liked the thought of her being reduced to a mindless sex toy.

  It was only a game, of course, a temporary thing. Dawn was learning a lot about her sexuality, about this new aspect of her sexuality. Soon she would get bored with the woman, who was so much older than her, and want a boy between her legs.

  As for stripping; it was a great idea for Ashley, but not for Dawn. Though again, it might not be a bad idea for a little while. She’d heard a lot of college girls earned their tuition money stripping.

  “All right. You got it, sluts?”

  “Yes, mistress,” they said, echoing each other.

  Kim reset the music, and the two girls dressed. Then they began to move and sway and strip as the two older women looked on. When they were naked they continued to move, to arch their backs, to caress their bodies, to roll their heads and hips and turn and writhe seductively. They spread their legs and bent over. They crawled cat like, sliding their tongues out over their lower lips.

  Then they moved up towards the two women, and gave them lap dances, grinding their pelvises forward, stra
ddling their bodies, sliding their breasts slowly up and down across their faces.

  Kim had arranged for the girls to have tryouts at a pair of strip clubs the next day. One was for lesbians, and she took Dawn there, while Connie brought Ashley to the other.

  Ashley was nervous and anxious, but seemed excited, as well. She blushed as she stripped in front of the manager, bartender, and a couple of waitresses, but performed the routine Kim had shown her flawlessly, and her lush young body and face made the manager nod his head repeatedly in approval.

  “Tomorrow night at ten,” he said. “She’ll do a four hour set.

  Pleased, Connie drove the girl to the lesbian club where she was to pick up Kim and Dawn.

  “Wait here. We’ll just be a minute,” she said.

  Ashley nodded, and Connie went in the rear door where she’d seen Kim disappear with Dawn. The hallway beyond was narrow, with old, plastered walls, bare overhead pipes and wires, and a tile floor. She followed it to the end, and found herself behind the bar. She was about to turn around when her eyes were caught by the scene in the front.

  The room was otherwise empty, the club not yet opened. But there were a number of women there. All were clothed save two. One of those two was Dawn. Dawn was laid out, slumped back in a booth, but the table had been pulled away. Her arms were spread out to either side, and two middle aged women pinned them there, at the same time leaning in to fondle and knead, and lick and suck on Dawn’s bare breasts. Two more pinned her legs out to either side, stroking their hands up and down the length.

  Another woman knelt between her legs, licking at her, but as she brought her head up to grin at one of the others and say something Connie saw she had her entire hand buried inside her daughter’s sex. She gasped at the sight of her wrist protruding from the writhing, moaning girl’s bare pussy, and then again as she saw the woman ram her fist deep, and lean in to begin licking at her clitoris again.

  The final woman was the only one beside Dawn who was nude. Dawn’s head had been pulled back across the top of the seat, and the woman knelt there, straddling her face, really sitting on it. She had Dawn’s hair in her fist, and was twisting and tugging it as she ground her pussy against the girl’s mouth.

  “Lick! Lick faster, you filthy little slut!”

  “Suck her cunt, whore!” one of the other women said, pinching one of Dawn’s nipples.

  Dawn’s body writhed and bucked in the midst of them all.

  Had it been anyone but her daughter Connie would have found the sight intensely erotic and arousing. As it was she still felt a tug at her groin, but indignation won out and she rushed back down the hall, looking for the door into the front room.

  She met Connie on the way.

  “How’d it go?” Kim asked.

  “What are you doing to my daughter?” Connie demanded.

  Kim’s eyes narrowed. “About what you’re doing to someone else’s daughter,” she said.

  “That’s different!”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m not giving her to every Tom, Dick and Harry!”

  “I’m not giving your daughter to anyone either. She’s just - playing.”

  “Playing!?”

  “Your daughter is a bright girl, isn’t she?”

  “Well - yes but - .”

  “Then what makes you think she’s doing anything against her will?”

  “That’s not the point! She’s only a girl!”

  “Like Ashley.”

  “Look I -.”

  “Look, Mom,” Kim said. “Your daughter is having fun, learning new things about herself and her body. When she wants it to stop it’ll stop. And since she’s an adult there’s fuck all you can do about it.”

  “In fact,” Kim said, leaning in against her. “Maybe you’d like to feel the whip across your back. Maybe you’d like to be my bitch for a while.”

  “Maybe you’d like to be mine,” Connie replied challengingly.

  Kim smirked, and Connie dropped her eyes. She knew she wasn’t as tough or strong willed as the blonde.

  “I think I could teach you a few things, honey,” Kim said, sliding her hand down between Connie’s breasts, then under one, cupping and squeezing it.

  “I’m sure,” Connie said, sniffing, but not terribly confident.

  Kim’s hand worked down between her legs, and Connie shoved it away, but the other woman gripped her wrists and shoved them roughly up and back against the wall above her head.

  “What are - stop it!” Connie gasped.

  Kim easily pinned her wrists with one hand, then let her other hand undo the top button of her pants and slide down inside.

  “Kim! S-stop it!” she gasped, twisting against her.

  Kim’s fingers found her sex, and began to manipulate her clit, stroking and massaging it in a way Connie found sent thrills of sex heat up her body.

  Kim’s lips crushed hers, and her tongue slid between taunting and teasing her own.

  “You’ve got a great body,” Connie said. “We’re not nearly as age conscious as the man, who like little girls. You could make big money here stripping.”

  “D-Don’t be ri-ridiculous!” Connie gasped, suddenly caught by the imagine of herself stripping naked before a room full of lesbians.

  “You could do a mother and daughter act.”

  “You’re sick!”

  She gasped as Connie’s fingers slid into her, as her thumb stroked across her clitoris.

  Kim forced her hands back behind her head, then wrapped a chunk of her hair against them and held them there with one hand as she pushed her through the door where they could again watch her daughter surrounded by lewd sexual admirers.

  “Tell me you wouldn’t like that to be you there,” Kim hissed into her ear, “Tell me you wouldn’t like all those women pawing and groping you, sucking on your fat nipples and fingering your hot little clit.

  “I-I wouldn’t!”

  “You think I had you practice with the girls just out of fun? I saw how you got off on it, baby. I saw the look in your eyes. I could smell how hot you were!”

  “W-wasn’t!” Connie gasped, as the woman’s fingers sent scalding waves of sex heat up through her belly.

  She watched Dawn scream out in climax, her hips bucking wildly as the woman kneeling between her legs rammed her fist into her belly again and again. The screams were muffled and then cut off by the woman riding her face, jamming her pussy down against her mouth.

  Another woman emerged from the back and eyed them with interest.

  “Get me a strap-on,” Connie growled. “She’s a cock lover.”

  The woman laughed and turned away, and Kim turned slammed Connie belly down across a table, then yanked at her trousers, pulling them over her hips, and down to expose her bare bottom.

  “S-stop it! Kim!” she gasped.

  Kim’s hand shot between her legs and Connie shuddered.

  “I don’t think you really want to stop, slut.”

  The other woman emerged, and had more than a strap on with her. In short order, protesting weakly all the while, Connie was stripped naked, and her wrists were strapped together behind her back. Then her legs were forced wide as Kim thrust the thick strap-on dildo into her hot, aching sex.

  The other woman held her hair, and Connie was humiliated by her presence, yet could not fight off the wild, sex heat as Connie began to pump the dildo in and out of her overheated pussy.

  “You love it, don’t you, slut?” Kim growled.

  Connie yelped as the woman slapped her hand down across her bare bottom.

  “Tell me you love it, slut.”

  Again her hand cracked down across Connie’s bottom, and she yelped again.

  “I-I do!”

  Kim slapped her bottom again, sharply. “Say it!”

  “I love it!” Connie cried.

  The dildo was driving deep into her pussy by then, and her insides were twisting and churning in hot, steaming sexual need as she rolled her hot breasts against the
table below. Then they rolled her onto her back and the strange woman, who had now stripped, straddled her face, settling her pussy down against Connie’s mouth as Kim thrust the dildo back into her pussy and began to drive into her with hard, deep strokes.

  Later, she and Dawn knelt side by side on the hard floor, their hair being pulled into the faces of two middle aged women neither knew, their legs spread, bottoms raised, as two more women thrust into them with strap-on dildos. Other women sat and knelt around them, sneering and laughing, slapping their bottoms and reaching in to grope, squeeze and fondle their breasts.

  Finally, Ashley, obedient as she was, timidly came inside to find out what was happening. Minutes later she too knelt licking at pussy, her wrists bound, a hard dildo thrusting into her pussy.

  * * *

  That night she sat backstage, heart pounding, as she watched her daughter go out for the first time and begin her routine. Dawn looked nervous and anxious, but also intensely aroused. Connie thought she could actually hear her heart pounding more loudly as she removed one item of clothing after the other. Then she watched proudly as her daughter, completely nude, began to swing and sway and roll her hips, dancing provocatively, lustily, for the audience. The audience could tell she was aroused, and applauded enthusiastically, calling out obscenities as the girl twisted and swayed.

  “She’s fucking hot, isn’t she?” Kim whispered in her ear.

  Startled, Connie jerked around, but Kim had an arm around her, and now her hand was sliding into her pants, into her panties, stroking at her sex.

  “Kim!”

  “What? You think anyone here would be shocked?” Kim asked, chuckling.

  “B-but I - .”

  “But you’re repressed. Look at your hot, slut daughter and tell me she doesn’t need to be fucked.”

  She obviously did, and Connie moaned as she ground herself against Kim’s fingers.

  “One of the girls is late. You’re going to have to take her place,” Kim said.

  Connie gasped. “No way! No fucking way!”