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 Author: Priapus
Title: The New Neighbors
Part: 3
Summary: After fulfilling his next door neighbor's forbidden fantasy, at
her husband's request, the hero of our story wakes up to a surprise.
Keywords: F/M, M+/M, Fdom, bd, ds, cbt, 1st, blackmail, humil, wife,
anal, oral, cheat, dom, nc, rough, rape, tort
   The New Neighbors
   Comments/story and character ideas/appreciation/feedback of any sort
very much encouraged, desired, and requested at:
   Priapus <priapic_wonder@yahoo.com>
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   Tom's doorbell rang at 7:00am the next morning.  He was dressed for work
usually didn't leave the house for another half hour.  It was one of the
teenagers from the neighborhood, a thirteen or fourteen year old boy with
pimples and braces.
   "Hi, mister.  Your next door neighbor gave me this to bring you.  He
said you'd give me five dollars for it." The kid held up an square thin
envelope, the kind that you use to mail DVD's.
   "Huh?"
   "He said you'd want to watch it right away, something about it being
from his wife."
   Tom reached into his pockets.  His hands had already started trembling
from nervousness as the memories of last night's fantasy rape mixed with
anxiety over what could be in the package.  He handed the kid a $10 bill
and closed the door before the teenager even had a chance to thank him.
   His laptop computer was still running on the kitchen counter, not yet
packed for his commute.  Nervously he inserted the disk.  Something was
happening, but it wasn't clear what.  Then his browser window opened and a
hyperlink appeared in the middle of a white page: "Click Here."
   He moused over the click and saw a lengthy web address, mostly coded,
but with "kissesJenya" clearly written in the code.  Were his kinky next
door neighbors sending him a keepsake?  He clicked the link in
anticipation, his cock starting to harden.
   A video window opened and a low resolution picture of the darkened
kitchen appeared, the timer in the lower left corner showed yesterday's
date and 23:15pm with seconds smoothly counting by.  He watched Jenya
approach the refrigerator, and caught a glimpse of himself hiding behind
the counter.
   By the time he pounced and held the dull blade to her throat he was
fully erect and squeezing himself through his pants.  In the video, she
screamed so loud he was startled.  He didn't remember the scream.  Maybe
they had enhanced the video, turned it into a movie so they could make it
even more exciting.
   He unzipped his pants and pulled on his erection.  He wanted to have an
orgasm at the same time he had cum the night before.  He hadn't been able
to see it when they were acting out her fantasy, but Jenya was doing a
marvelous job of playing the role of terrified rape victim.  The angle of
the security camera showed her face in the foreground, and emphasized the
simulated violence of the assault.  Even the point in time where she had
trembled in orgasm as he rammed his cock into her tight cunt seemed like an
expression of pain and fear more than the throes of ecstasy.
   He timed his morning ejaculation for the same moment as when dumped his
load into her ass in the video.  As he sprayed the kitchen floor with
copious amounts of his hot cum, Tom appreciated that being alone in the
house for the week meant that he could clean that up whenever he felt like
it.
   As he stroked the last drops onto the floor, the video paused for a
moment, just at the point where he had blindfolded Jenya with her own
stocking.  Her voice, in halting English, came on, "Thanks you so much,
Tom. Do you like added screams?  I like.  Makes me hot for you big American
cock inside me.  Could you make movie sounds, record your voice for more
exciting me?  Please say like you are raping me angry."
   Tom's computer switched on the built in microphone and turned on a
recording program.  Words came up on the screen.  Tom played along by
reading the script in a hoarse urgent whisper as the lines appeared on his
screen.
   "Russian bitch!  You're pussy is so tight."
   "You like my big American cock in your ass, don't you bitch?"
   "Suck it!  Suck my bloody cum off my dick!"
   "Dirty immigrant cock tease!  Welcome to America!"
   "Don't fight me bitch, I'll cut your throat and rape your dead body!"
   By the time he read the last line, Tom was hard again, enthusiastically
stroking his cock while performing his part with fierce intensity.
   The screen went black for a moment, and then came back on for the last
few minutes of the fantasy rape.  Tom watched as he pulled Jenya's hair,
and saw her grimace as he force-fed her his cock, coated with both of their
fluids and just withdrawn from her ass.
   Tom felt his second orgasm of the morning boiling up inside, and timed
his stroking to try to peak at the point at which Jenya surprised him by
pulling his mask down and kissing him.
   Only the video didn't show it that way.
   Instead, as he got through cleaning his dick in Jenya's mouth, the video
showed her from behind standing and pulling down his mask while she
screamed.
   His face was clearly visible, but there was no kiss, instead, the
security camera showed Jenya collapsing onto the kitchen floor, apparently
unconscious, as he replaced his mask and snuck out his neighbor's kitchen
door.
   Cum started dribbling out of his cock, but there was no hot flush of
orgasm, only the cold fear that he was being played.  His cock quickly
softened in his hand, dribbling jism onto his suit pants.
   Jenya's voice came through again.  "That's right, Tom.  That sickening
feeling you have right now is perfect." She still had the Eastern European
accent, but her English was suddenly perfect.  "According to what our
security camera footage clearly shows, my next door neighbor came into my
house last night and violently raped me." She giggled sadistically as he
tried to catch his breath.
   The room was starting to spin.
   She continued, as the video looped back and repeated the part where his
face was exposed.  It was clearly him.  "The detectives just left.  They
were told that my husband returned home from work to find me unconscious on
the floor.
   They took me to the hospital and collected DNA samples.  Thank you for
leaving those inside me, Tom.  They also have the cap you left behind, and
the hair that will match the sperm."
   The room was getting dark.  Tom sank to his knees and hung his head,
just barely able to croak out "What do you want?" before slipping into
unconsciousness.
   When he awoke, he found himself naked, hogtied, gagged and blindfolded,
face down on a carpeted floor.  There was something clamped onto his cock
and around the base of his balls.  He heard footsteps and movement around
him on what felt ad sounded like a carpeted floor.  He tried to make a
noise, but only managed a muffled grunt around the gag.
   He heard footsteps coming toward him.  It was Jenya, as it became clear
when she spoke some foreign words, apparently right over his head.  Then,
speaking perfect English again, to him, "I believe your last question
before you lost consciousness was `What do you want?', don't bother trying
to answer, it doesn't matter anyway."
   She crouched down next to his head.  "Just your cooperation, Tom.  You
see, my husband told the police that the computer file containing the
security recording was somehow missing.  And I told the police that I
didn't recognize my attacker.  So for the time being, you are not a
suspect. Of course, if you fail to cooperate at any time, my husband will
`find' the missing file, and you will most likely go to prison for the rest
of your life for aggravated rape."
   She ran her hands down his back to his naked ass.  "A man with your
qualities will be quite popular for many years in prison, I think." She
inserted an unlubricated index finger roughly into his butthole, pushing it
painfully in and out.  "Do you like being fucked in the ass?  It feels like
you are probably a virgin.  We'll take care of that soon enough."
   "So," she stopped fingerfucking his ass and stood up, pressing the point
of her spike heel against his face, just below his eye, "you understand
your situation?  Just nod your head.  Slowly, you don't want to poke your
eye out."
   He nodded yes.  She put her foot back down on the floor.
   "Good.  You understand, then, that we own you." He nodded again.  He was
crying, but the tears were caught in the fabric of the blindfold.  "You
should also understand that we don't really care what happens to you, since
you are of little value to us except as a barrier to what we really want."
   He didn't know what she was talking about.
   "Right now, as you lay here pitifully, face down on your own living room
carpet, my husband's agents are installing a sophisticated system of
cameras and microphones throughout your house." She knelt down again.  "We
don't really want anything to do with you, except that your wife, as a
customs broker, is needed for my husband's business." Tom started to get
sick.  It was bad enough that he had completely ruined his own life, he
couldn't stand the idea he'd gotten Mary caught up in it as well.
   "All we need you to do is pretend that there is nothing wrong with your
life.  Right now you wife is negotiating secret contracts with my husband's
men in California, unknown to her employer.  She believes she is going to
make both of you rich, but really she is tying her own noose.  When your
wife returns home from her business trip, she will be picked up by my
husband's car and brought to our home, and her situation will be explained.
She will find herself facing a multiple life sentences for smuggling a very
large quantity of black tar heroin, or she can cooperate with us."
   Who were these people?  Tom fought off a wave of nausea as he considered
the young couple's future.  Just a yesterday, before his own trap was
sprung, his wife had called and left a message about `the deal of a
lifetime.' She was so excited; she thought that they'd make enough for her
to open an international trade company of her own.  Her specialty was
financial transactions, and she'd felt cheated because her current employer
made the most profit from her trades, but paid her the least of any of the
brokers in the practice.  What she thought was her big break was really a
trap.
   Jenya had circled around behind him, and placed the toe of her platform
heels on his balls, pressing them against the hard plastic of the cock cage
she had installed when he was unconscious.  "So she will sensibly choose to
join us, both as an employee in our company, and as a servant in our home."
She pressed her toe down, gradually putting more weight on her captive's
tender nuts.
   "During the day she will be employed for her considerable business
skills, laundering our funds, moving our goods, and arranging for the
transport of human cargo across the world." As Tom's balls straddled the
cock cage, Jenya had to decide which one to torture.  She pressed down,
harder and harder, on the right ball, since it seemed larger and more
easily trapped between the cock cage and his thigh.
   "At night we will employ her more sensuous skills to entertain our
visiting clients and partners." by this point Jenya had leveraged her
weight fully against his trapped right testicle, and he was groaning in
pain fitfully against the gag.  "Your wife is young and beautiful, and I
think many of our clients will be quite happy to negotiate more favorable
terms after they have fully exhausted her sexual charms."
   Just when he was certain she would crush his nut under her heel, Jenya
stepped off and walked away.  He heard other footsteps as two of the burly
agents came to either side of the bound man and hefted him onto the narrow
breakfast table.  His ankles were unbound from his wrists then quickly
retied to the legs of the table, spread wide, bending him over the table's
edge.  His arms were untied and secured to the opposite legs.  This left
him flat against the cold synthetic surface, his caged cock pressed under
his belly, his balls dangling over the tabletop, his head unsupported on
the other side.
   He heard the clicking of her heels on the tile floor, circling the
table, inspecting him.  He started to tremble, partly from the cold, and
partly from the chilly silence.  She stood near his head.  He tried to face
toward her as she spoke.
   "So, really, your role is very simple.  You have already resigned your
job, while you were unconscious, explaining that you planned to work out of
your home as an employee of ours.  You will maintain the façade of a normal
suburban lifestyle, occasionally hosting our guests when we run out of room
in our home, and you will help us keep our position as a respectable
couple. We may occasionally allow your wife to spend the night here, for
appearances sake when you are allowed to entertain your own friends."
   She untied Tom's blindfold.  Jenya stood before him in a black babydoll
top, matching black garter belt and stockings, and around her waist, a
strap-on sporting a long, flesh colored realistic dildo.  "My cock is
molded from a cast of my husband's," she explained, rubbing it against his
cheek.  "it turned out a little smaller than his, but still bigger than
yours." She chuckled as she dragged the tip back and forth across his face.
"It's a good thing you've been crying, or there wouldn't be any lubrication
at all."
   Jenya stepped around behind him and pressed the tip of the fake cock
against his virgin hole.  "Oh dear...it's dry again.  Well, at least your
first time will be unforgettable in more ways than one." Jenya pressed
forward with all of her might, and was still only able to get the tip of
the dry silicone prick up his tight, virgin ass.  He grunted in pain and
protest.  She thrust again and again, each time gaining more depth and
further tearing his skin.  Finally she had done enough damage that his own
blood lubricated the shaft, and she slammed the rubber cock in to the balls
over and over, stretching him and breaking him, deeper and deeper, until he
lost consciousness again from the unending pain.
   When he came to this time, his eyes were again blindfolded, but his gag
was missing.  Instead, Jenya was pressing the pink head of the dildo,
smeared with his blood and a thin brown sheen of the contents of his
bowels, into his slack mouth.  He choked and tried to spit, but she just
pressed it deeper, holding him by the hair and tilting his head back to
shove it farther down his throat.
   He tried not to throw up as the plastic cock pounded into his mouth.
   "There, there, Tom.  I thought you liked this kind of thing.  You
certainly enjoyed being in my position last night." She giggled as she made
him clean his own fluids from the facsimile of her husband's cock.
   As he finished his oral cleaning duties, she said a few words in Russian
and Tom again felt pressure on his bruised and bleeding anus.  Jenya
explained, "My husband's agents are done wiring your house, and several of
them have been admiring your tight little bottom.  I told them they can
have their fun with you, since you seem to enjoy anal so much.  Vlad here
will start you out with your first real cock." Jenya took off the strap-on
and packed it away as the heavy Russian man teased the tied American.  "Of
course, you will clean their cocks in you mouth after they rape you, or if
they want, you will swallow their cum.  If you bite them or fail to please
them, I will cut your balls off and choke you death with them, alright,
sweetheart?" She kissed him on the cheek then walked away.
   The pressure at Tom's ass felt warmer and softer than the fake cock, but
Vlad was much more vigorous in fucking him, slamming him hard under his
heavy body until he came, grunting and cursing in Russian.  Tom licked the
cum, blood and shit off the sweaty man's cock as another fatter cock tore
into his ass again.
   It was getting dark before the agents decided they had all had enough.
Tom was blindfolded the whole time, so he wasn't sure if there were five or
six, but he had taken each one in his thoroughly reamed and bleeding ass at
least twice, and at least three had shown enough endurance to empty the
contents of their erections directly down his throat.
   They didn't bother to untie him, or feed him.  After they left he called
out for mercy, asking that he be untied so that he could relieve his aching
bladder.  Eventually he just gave up and peed, the warm urine soaking the
tabletop under his limp body, and running off onto the floor.  Finally he
slept.  Sometime during the night they brought his unconscious, naked body
to his room, untied him and toweled him off, and left him to sleep.
   He dreamt it had all been a dream, that he woke up and his wife was next
to him, naked and cuddling against him.  When he really awoke, he was
naked, alone in his bed, the sheets stained with the reality of the prior
day.  He cried fitfully into his pillow, and then when he had nothing left,
walked naked down to the kitchen--they had taken all his clothes.
   She was waiting there, wearing the strap on and smiling.  Wordlessly he
bent over the breakfast table and spread his legs.  Wordlessly she thrust
the long dildo all the way in without resistance.  Today she had done him
the service of lubricating her cock.  She wondered if he appreciated the
undeserved kindness.  
  
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