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SUBURBAN SPITE
(F/F, Blackmail,
Humiliation, Slavery)
Cindy
Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
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*****
Inspired by and largely a remake of
a fantastic story by Attorney Lady, “Suburban Payback”, featuring long parts
that are directly taken from it. I just
had to adopt it... If the author
contacts me, I will make necessary changes – in the mean time, please consider
it a small tribute to Attorney Lady...
and to Marcia Cross / Bree Van De Kamp of course…
The original story:
http://www.understories.com/understories/djian14t/subur1.html
*****
Cindy saw
Bree Van De Kamp walking through her front yard with near dread – the woman was
a bitch on wheels. Bree’s house was
directly across the street, but Cindy was basically glad their relationship had
gone sour.
Bree was
the President of Crawford Park Citizens Committee. She’d gotten that position a year ago - it
had helped of course that except for a few control freaks, no one really wanted
the job…
Cindy
herself had moved into Crawford Park Homes about a year ago – it was an
upscale, gated community in the suburbs, so perhaps not exactly the ideal
setting for a 25-year old single woman, but it happened to be just minutes to
work and she loved having a big living room and a pool to chill in.
Cindy had
first met Bree in the Wednesday Cocktail Party – a weekly ritual hosted at a
different lady’s home at Crawford Park each time, aimed for the somewhat hipper
bunch among the residents. It was only
the younger housewives who attended and the few singles who might be around. Cindy was often the youngest of the bunch -
her youth, not to mention her fair looks, was met with some envy for sure… Cindy was working at a marketing company now,
but she’d gone through college as a cheerleader and part-time model. She would have stuck with the modeling
business too, but her family was far too conservative for that… Besides, she did want to meet Mr. Right
after all.
Despite
some jealousy, she’d nevertheless managed to charm all the ladies in the
cocktail club. All but Bree – there had
been instant rivalry between the two.
As far as Cindy was concerned, Bree was a ruthless bitch... She didn’t like competition one bit. A younger, prettier woman in the group, not
to mention one that had some tongue on her, just did not suit Bree… Not that Bree looked bad herself – she knew
she was still a looker at age 33, fit and pretty, and would normally be the
choice of any man in Crawford Park – except for Cindy perhaps, which was reason
enough for Bree to be mad…
She
would constantly pick up arguments with
Cindy in the Wednesday Cocktail Parties and make jokes about her – her floozy
ex-modeling-days, her fast-changing boyfriends, her trivial job… never mind
Bree was a housewife herself… Cindy
dished back as much as she could and the two women had even almost come to
blows one time over catty comments, but other ladies had quickly stepped in of
course…
Things had
gotten worse when Bree won the job to lead the Committee that made all the
internal rules in Crawford Park Homes -
one of her first decisions had been to install cameras all over the gated
community to ensure safety as she put it…
For Cindy this was just too much Big Sister at work - arguments had
flared up in the Wednesday Cocktail Party, but things had really blown up in
the public meeting of the Committee, when Cindy showed up and started by
calling the scheme fascistic – and wound up calling Bree a ‘nazi bitch’,
drawing a big laughter of agreement from the packed room. ‘Or maybe I should say Red Commie Bitch’
she’d followed, referring to Bree’s fiery red hair, and drawing more
laughter. Bree wasn’t used to such bruises on her ego and
had adjourned the meeting, screaming in anger…
But that
had not been the final straw – Bree had been having an extension built to her house,
in violation of the Crawford Park rules as far as Cindy could tell, and causing
a huge mess and disturbance – but of course no one dared screw around with the
President of the Citizens Committee.
That is, until Cindy sneaked the issue into the public meeting of the
Crawford Park Citizens Committee, revealing a big presentation with glossy
pictures about how Bree Van de Kamp’s house extension was in violation of condo
rules and had to be halted. Bree had
never been so badly humiliated; she was reduced to mumbling and making lame
excuses on the spot, finally promising to abandon the project until she could
further study the by-laws…
Cindy was
glad to see the ugly monstrosity across from her house stopped cold. And she was all the more thankful to see all
the Mexicans Bree had been employing for construction disappear from her street
– the savages had no qualms at all about checking her out whenever she got in
and out of her house… Bree’s extension
stood half-finished, no doubt infuriating the bitch further… Well, Cindy figured, the nasty barracuda had
to learn she couldn’t have her way all the time…
Cindy saw
Bree walk up all the way to her door and prepared herself for the doorbell.
She’d
actually seen Bree at the Wednesday Cocktail Party hosted by a close friend of
Bree just last week and the two women had politely exchanged pleasantries, so
evidently they were not on not-speaking
terms. Too many friends in common… And since Cindy seemed to be the winner in
the extension battle, she was sure Bree did not want to look like a sore loser,
even though it was impossible to imagine Bree gracious in defeat…
Either way,
a visit was certainly more than Cindy would have expected and she was hardly
eager for it. Especially, having left
the worst week of her life behind… She
could finally start to breathe easy after what happened. And while Bree Bitch De Kamp was a minor
annoyance compared to what she went through, she did not wish to chit-chat with
her just now…
But there
was no bell – she just saw Bree drop off something in the mailbox and take off
the way she came in. She waited till the
red-headed bitch was gone and picked up the large manila envelope sitting in
her mailbox, wondering what on earth it was…
maybe another legal move in the ongoing battle of the Van De Kamp house
extension….
When a disc
popped out of the manila envelope, her curiosity peaked. She placed it in the DVD player to see what
it was.
It was a
camera recording of the Crawford Park Pathway at night, the road leading into the
gated community from the back and going through the bit of the greenery that
was left inside Crawford Park. Normally,
it was a fairly deserted spot, especially at night. One felt fairly safe of course, it was still
inside the gated community.
The easily
recognizable convertible BMW sped onto the road, then braked and screeched, and
clearly hit a man who’d been crossing the road.
A thin, homeless man by his looks, who’d probably managed to wander in
despite the security. He flew off the
front window shield of the sports car, like a scarecrow. The car’s door opened, and out came
Cindy. In a party dress and clearly
drunken state. She went back and forth,
kneeling and looking at the lifeless body over and over again – she was shaking
uncontrollably. At some point, she just
leaned against the car, threw up all over the road. Finally she went back to the body on the
ground, started pulling on it. She
struggled a good 15 minutes to stuff the body inside the small trunk of the
BMW.
And soon,
the car was speeding away again…
The disc
stopped. Cindy was trembling. Too shocked to sit, she just dropped on the
floor.
She was
scared to death.
Her cell
phone rang – it was Bree: Cindy turned
it on with shaking hands and managed to utter “hello”, her voice awfully
wobbly:
“Cindy
honey, now listen to me and don’t make a sound… Yes, the cameras on the Crawford Park
Pathway are new – I had them added just two weeks ago. I bet you didn’t know about those ones,
huh? Well, as the President of the
Crawford Park Citizens Committee, I have access to all the tapes, and I like
reviewing them occasionally. I could
turn this one over to the authorities any time I like of course… I believe vehicular homicide is punishable by
a minimum of 10 years… hiding and disposing
a dead body – well, I’m not sure, but sounds like a really big ticket… “
“So I think
I will soon be calling the Cops. And I
think I will have a nice, cold glass of Pinot Grigio while I watch the Cops
take you away. I will then come to your
trial every day, and watch you being slammed as a murdering bitch - for
fun. And for the next 10 years at least
I will go to bed wondering whose cunt you are sucking on at the moment, and I
will laugh my ass off to sleep. I bet
your parents will be wondering the same – not sure they will be having a laugh
for it... You should have thought twice
before fucking with me, little murdering bitch…”
Bree didn’t
even wait for a reply from Cindy – she just hang up. Cindy was left holding the phone… until she collapsed on the floor and began
shaking in panic…
She was
still trembling on the floor when the phone rang again – it was Bree once more…
“Actually,
I’ve thought about it some more – I might hold off calling the Cops for
now… If you do exactly as you are told… So, it’s your choice… You can rot in prison
for the most of the rest of your life…
or you can do what I want… And
what I want is a new portfolio for you…
You know, just like your modeling
days in college… Only this will
be a much bolder portfolio… you’ll
see… if you’re up for it, be at my place
in 1 hour. Wear nothing but a
bathrobe… Because exactly in one hour, I
will be placing the call to the Cops – and there will be no putting back your
life together after that…”
Cindy could
hardly make a sound… She’d ran out of
tears for now. And despite all her
dread, there was maybe a sliver of hope…
“So, are we
clear girlfriend?” Bree asked with a
snicker in her voice.
“This is
not how friends treat each other” Cindy managed to retort.
“Fine…”
Bree replied with a touch of anger in her voice. “This is then how an owner treats her
property… Because your ass is now mine, isn’t it?”
There was a
long pause at the other hand of the line…
“Say it…”
said Bree, her voice icy and cruel. “I
want to hear it…”
Cindy
swallowed: “My ass is yours” she whispered into the phone.
“Say it
louder…”
A short
pause… “My ass is yours” – this time Cindy’s voice was louder, but came out
with a teary note.
“No
crying…” Bree warned. “No crying
ever… if I ever hear you crying again, I
will call 911 right away, so that you will have a real reason to cry your eyes
off, and a nice little four by four cell to do it in… Is that understood?”
“Yes..” the
younger woman replied, stifling her cries at once.
“Good - one
hour Cindy… that’s all the time you have
before you show up at my door to do exactly as you are told… otherwise I will
be making the call and your spoiled, murdering ass will rot in prison…”
*****
Cindy stood
nervously in a guest room at Bree’s house – the evil bitch had escorted her
there as soon as Cindy entered the house.
The room was set-up like a professional photo studio; Cindy felt cold
dread rising inside her.
“Take off
the robe”
Cindy
untied the robe slowly with a sinking feeling, baring her toned body in its
full nudity - she stood naked in the
middle of Bree’s guest room.
Bree
snickered – “you’re gorgeous honey buns…
you must literally live in the gym.
And a natural blonde, I see…”
Cindy’s
face reddened – she always had a close shave but it was revealing all the same.
“Take a
seat” Bree pointed at a slick red chair, which faced a digital camera standing
on a tripod.
Cindy swallowed and stood her ground for a few
seconds – until Bree gave out a sigh of exasperation and took out her cell
phone, mumbling “now where is the button for 911…”
She hang
up, when the younger woman crossed the room in a hurry and seated herself on
the chair. She was now faced with the
lens of the camera, and a sickening feeling seemed to grasp her stomach.
“I don’t
like making empty threats” Bree said in anger, as she moved behind the
camera. “So, if I find myself having to
pull this trick once more, I am dialing for real, understood bitch?”
“Yes…”
Cindy replied in a defeated voice.
“Good” Bree
was playing with the camera, looking through the lenses and making adjustments.
Finally, she lifted her head and shot a mean smile at Cindy.
It was too
much for blonde - a small plea escaped
her lips even though she’d resolved to remain strong. "Please don't photograph me, Bree."
A loud
click! and a flash of light was her answer.
"Aren't
we informal, addressing your owner by her first name." Bree asked. Another click! sounded. "Now, as I direct your little photo
session, I want you to respond with ‘yes Ma'm' to every command. Do you understand?"
She lifted
her head up and shot a look at her younger neighbor – and was satisfied to see
Cindy reply with a meek ‘yes Ma’m’.
“Alright,
okay… time to record the details… spread
your legs…”
Cindy said
“yes, ma’m” – the very words tore at her tongue, having to address this evil
bitch whom she was so sure she’d bested with utmost obedience and
inferiority. She reluctantly parted her
legs, almost against her will – and she was rewarded with a fresh click! and
flash…
“Wider…”
“Yes, Ma’m”
Click! and
flash…
And so it
went.
Cindy was
captured from every angle – extreme close ups revealing every intimate detail
to the viewer, and wide shots making sure her face was clearly visible and
recognizable… Cindy just could not say
no. Every order for a new position, or
a "wider" exposure, was met with an obedient “Yes, Ma’m”. Bree made her lift up her own breasts and
lick at her nipples, made her stick her finger inside her pussy, had her lean
forward for the "hanging" shot, all with a slutty smile, and shot
picture after picture.
Bree loved
it. Cindy had to be corrected
occasionally into producing a wanton smile for the benefit of the camera, but
Bree didn’t mind – she could tell from Cindy's face that it was almost more
than she could stand. And Bree loved the
derision she was inflicting. Cindy would
pay for sticking her nose into Bree’s business and humiliating her in the
committee meetings – she still burned with the memory of that. There would indeed be payback and more… ‘Stupid little bitch’ she almost chuckled as
she took shot after shot… These very
pictures would keep Cindy as her little puppet to toy with in any way she
liked, as long as she wanted… And she had
such delicious ideas – delicious to her, terrifying to her defeated adversary... By the time Bree was finished, the poor bitch
would be a walking, crawling synonym for public humiliation; she’d be a
ridiculous amusement for everyone, dying in shame as she was laughed and leered
at… And Bree would have shown everybody
that she was to be respected and feared, and never to be screwed with.
And she
loved breaking and humiliating the beautiful Cindy anyhow – she had always
possessed a natural cruel streak, but now without any limits on her, any reason
to restrain herself, she was free to unleash her spite on her well-deserving
little bitch of a rival…
The anxious
expressions that slipped through Cindy’s careful choreography, the little
involuntary moans or cries of distress or disgust that escaped her lips as she
performed the commanded acts absolutely thrilled Bree. She was going to have endless fun with the
younger woman…
“Ok slut…” Bree said, and noted with great
pleasure how that one word was enough to strike a nerve with Cindy – so, she
was still too proud to be called a ‘slut’, wasn’t she? Probably all her life people had looked at
the body on her and the sexy face covered by all that blonde hair, and thought
of her as ‘slut’, and she’d fought so hard to battle that image… Except now, she was busy posing for nude pictures
of utmost disgrace, like a true slut…
Bree had lost boyfriends and attention of men to sexy blondes like this
all her life even when she knew she was good-looking herself… Gentlemen preferred blondes, after all… But now it was time for pay-back on all
blonde bimbos… in the form of
Cindy…
“Now, hop
on the bed, slut…”
Cindy
winced at being called a slut, yet a new wave of fright flooded her mind when
she turned her attention to the bed. It
was covered with red satin sheets, slick and outrageously bright …
“Chop
chop… atta girl, on the bed…”
Bree had
started jiggling with her phone again, so Cindy gave a quick ‘Yes, Ma’m’ and
climbed on the bed on all fours…
“Good
girl… Now, slut, open the top drawer on
the bed side table, take out what you see…”
Bree had
already turned the camera towards the bed, took a few quick pictures as the
young woman leaned over to the side and opened the drawer, and turned back with
an almost comically open mouth – she was holding a dildo. A giant, black one, that had to be nearly
10-inches… It was incredibly realistic,
too, the shape and texture almost life-like, nearly impossible to tell apart
from a real, outrageously large, African penis…
Cindy
looked at Bree almost with empty eyes – did she really expect her to be able to
accommodate something of these proportions…
“Ok Slut –
for this next act, you need to get yourself wet if you know what’s good for
you…”
"Bree,
please don't make me do this… Please…" Cindy begged despite herself.
It was
sheer music to Bree. This was just too
much fun, seeing the blonde slut beg like a little girl…
“Well, it’s
your call… one way or other that thing
is going in you… if you prefer dry, we can get started right away…”
It would
tear her apart - seeing no choice, Cindy
laid on the bed, slightly spreading her legs, and began fingering herself to
provide a modicum of comfort even as her other hand held on to the giant
African member…
And Bree
shot away as expected: Click! and flash,
click! and flash…
“Wider
slut… And smile” Bree ordered and Cindy
obeyed with a confirmatory ‘Yes, Ma’m’ – as if taking orders and sounding her
obedience were already becoming her second nature…
Finally
Bree decided, Cindy was ready: “Enough
of that, slut…” she said. “Get on your
knees…”
Cindy
complied, sitting up on the bed.
"You
know," Bree said… , "it is
customary to give a good friend a little kiss, no?"
Still
maintaining the fixed frozen smile, Cindy brought her lips to the giant
silicone member. She pressed her lips
and planted a soft kiss on the head and the camera exploded once more.
“Good slut…
now lick it…”
Cindy did
as she was told, licking along the full body of the silicone tool and at the
head, even as Bree shot picture after picture.
Next, she was told to take it in her mouth and demonstrate how far back
it can take it in her mouth.
Eventually,
she even managed to fight against her gag reflex under strict orders from Bree,
and swallowed more than half the giant, producing surely outrageous pictures
for Bree’s camera. She’d worked the camera,
catching every second of Cindy struggling on the long black rod.
“Good
girl… now, why don’t we do away with the
pleasantries, and get that thing to work on your pussy…”
It was
hardly a suggestion - for a second,
Cindy’s plastic smile faltered, delighting
Bree even more. She mimed a grin and
pointed at the upturned corners of her mouth.
Cindy miserably complied all the while giving the singular impression to
any observer of being overjoyed.
Bree
clicked more pictures as Cindy slowly removed the silicone giant from her mouth
and positioned it in front of her pussy.
And she started invading herself with it, as more and more pictures were
taken of this intrusion for posterity.
Eventually, when the giant stretched her to the brink and went in as far
as it could possibly go, surprising Cindy of her capacity to accommodate, her
mouth was hanging open, parted by a mix
of surprise, discomfort, and natural reaction to unwelcome pleasure… Bree was catching every lewd detail, and to
the casual observer it was a scene of a blonde slut fucking herself shamelessly
with a giant dildo worthy of an insatiable prostitute…
Cindy was
ordered to withdraw and insert the fake cock repeatedly – and to Bree’s delight, the young woman
managed to force a pretty convincing smile through it all, leaving no doubts to
the viewer that this was an act performed willingly…
Bree
finally ordered Cindy to stop and just as the blonde thought the worst was
over, she was ordered to pull out the bottom drawer of the bedside table – there
were two more dildos there, of same gigantic size and make, but in two different colors – a Caucasian white,
and a mixed color, that could be Indian or Hispanic… In a final degradation she was told to
perform the same act with the other two "ethnicities", and then was
made to entertain two at a time, pushing one inside her stretched pussy and
another in her mouth - Bree congratulated Cindy for exhibiting real cultural
sensitivity with a chuckle and finally stopped her. She had taken an hour’s worth of most
intimate and humiliating pictures of Cindy, not to mention incriminating – no
one looking at this extensive collection would ever believe there was anything
decent about Cindy…
“Down on
the floor slut… on all fours” Bree ordered.
Cindy got
off the bed and got down on the floor, and she was ordered to fuck herself with
the black dildo in this position a few times, as Bree shot more pictures. Finally, Bree declared “That’s it hon – it’s
over…”
Cindy
removed the black dildo and attempted to rise from the floor when a snap of
Bree's fingers echoed in the room. She
looked up at Bree, and what she saw caused the greatest horror she’d felt ever
since her ordeal started:
Dangling
from Bree's fingers was a burgundy velvet dog collar studded with little fake
diamonds. In her other hand was a
delicate leash, the type that a grand society dame from New York might employ.
"Crawl
to me, bitch," she ordered, pointing at her feet, and made a kissing
sound, like calling for a dog…
An
outraged, painful look was set on Cindy’s pristine face. She wanted to rise and flee so badly, but
there was no way out: She hung her head
in shame, unable to do much with her helpless anger and devastated pride. Feeling abject humiliation, she began
crawling towards Bree, who was smiling superiorly, in total satisfaction with
her work…
Soon Cindy
found herself staring straight at her
mistress' feet, her blond curls curtained over her reddened face.
Bree looked
down at the supplicated posture of her nude neighbor at her feet and thought it
just couldn’t get better. She leaned
down and whispered at Cindy’s ear – “so now tell me slut, who’s bitch are you?”
Cindy
paused for a second or two – but she knew she’d give Bree what she wanted to
hear one way or another: “Yours…” she
said with a low voice.
“Come
again, slut?”
“Yours
Ma’m” Cindy replied in total defeat.
“Give me
full sentences slut” she was corrected once more.
“I am your
bitch, Ma’m…” Cindy almost screamed in frustration.
Bree smiled
evilly and murmured “yes you are…” and locked the collar on Cindy’s tender
neck…
She was
sure no one had ever lost as badly as Cindy, or won as decisively as Bree, In
the history of female rivalries… - and
it was time for the victor to have even more fun…
*****
Bree pulled
on the leash and began making her way towards the backyard… with Cindy crawling behind her. She stepped right out into the yard.
“Where…
where are we going?” Cindy asked as they stepped out into the open. The backyard was secluded, but a peeking
neighbor could see Bree leading a completely nude, crawling Cindy by the leash
through it…
Bree
chuckled: “Honey, you’d better get used
to being naked outdoors – I plan a lot of that for you… worthy of a hot, shameless slut like you to
prance her stuff out in the open… but I doubt good old Mr. Harrison next door
is around today to catch you naked…
we’ll have to fix him up another time!”
Cindy
shivered in shame as she crawled behind Bree, being totally nude in open air,
led away like a pet… The crawl of shame
felt like it would never end, but they arrived at Bree’s half-finished
extension at last. Bree led Cindy
inside, where she saw lots of woodwork, construction tools and paint buckets
lying around, and yet another bed in the center, much like the one inside the
guestroom, covered with the same red sheets.
Bree led
her directly to the bed and told her to hop on…
Cindy’s leash was attached to the bed post as she once again found
herself naked on a scandalously covered bed in rising dread…
“Work here
will be resuming soon, since there will not be any more complaints from
you…” Bree explained helpfully…
“As for the
bed set-up, well, slut, – the workers I hired for this little extension project
have been sitting idly for 2 weeks, not getting paid… thanks to you… and they are royally pissed off. So, I had to offer them a bonus to bring them
back to work… “
Bree
sneered at Cindy superiorly:
“Such as
the limitless sexual favors of the hot little cockteasing slut that caused them
two weeks of pay… You will be spending
the rest of today making up to them, dear…
– and if I so much as hear a single complaint out of them, well… there will be far more humiliating and
terrible consequences for you…”
Cindy tried
to open her mouth in protest but nothing came out…
Bree
chuckled and left a horrified Cindy behind,
walking back to the house…
She was
seated in front of her computer by the time the Mexicans arrived and walked
into the house extension – she was watching it on hidden cameras she’d
installed the day before. She couldn’t
wait to see Cindy’s reaction when she’d let her know her entire performance was
also caught on tape… She played with the
mouse to zoom in as the first man treated himself to a blow-job from the sexy
neighborhood blonde…
Bree leaned
back - she had such wonderful ideas for Cindy…
Keeping one
eye on the screen, she began working on the web site she’d set up – the web
site for high-end prostitute Cindy…
Perhaps, not so high-end since Bree would be picking the clientele. After all, a slut fucking half-a-dozen
Mexican construction workers, would fuck just about anyone, no? Cindy would cater to any kind of man… and any
kind of desire… It would be nice little
pocket money for Bree too… She started
picking a choice collection of Cindy’s fresh pictures to promote her shameless
services and licked her lips over the humiliating, subservient, encouraging
slogans she’d use to advertise Cindy’s availability to any man, in any way at
all… She’d have to employ a bit of
face-blurring technology of course – as long as Cindy behaved… She was always
talking about how conservative her family was…
Her phone
rang – it was Liz Sheridan, one of her closer friends from the Wednesday
cocktail parties…
“Aha, yes…”
she spoke into the phone… ”Indeed, I am hosting the party this week… Yes, 6 PM as always.. No, I don’t need any help hon, thanks for
asking… yes, Rebecca and Ashley will both
be coming… Amanda, too. What?
Oh yes, Cindy will be coming… we
sort of made up… No really… you’ll see…”
Bree hang
up the phone with a wide smile… She
noticed Cindy was servicing a fat Mexican by now.
Yes, Cindy
would be present at the Wednesday cocktail party. But in a whole new capacity this time… And she’d be dying in shame in front of her
neighbors… while Bree had one hell of a
fun afternoon.
And
everyone would know – she, Bree Van de Kamp, was a woman to be respected… And Cindy, just the stupid little slut who
made the mistake of her life by trying to screw with Bree…
Cindy
Silver Eyes
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
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