Neighbor Girl

That night I told my master all about what had happened with Kaley.  He seemed only slightly interested, but only used my mouth and throat that night, forbidding me from cumming.  It drove me crazy when he did that; I could barely think the next day, my mind obsessed with desire, everything reminding me of what my body needed, craved.  When I left, he gave me explicit instructions, my stomach knotting as he spoke.

 

The next evening I was over at Kaleys for the night.  Her parents were gone as usual, and we were sitting in our pjs (panties and long t-shirts) in front of the TV gossiping about the day's cheerleading practice.  All of a sudden she switched gears.

 

"Come on, let's go up to my room.  I want to show you my stash."

 

We ran upstairs and we sat in front of her computer.  I waited while she typed some stuff in, chattering about how she had everything encrypted so that if her parents got suspicious they wouldn't find anything.  Then she pulled up a program and started scrolling through her 'stash'.

 

"You see, I've got over a thousand gigs of stuff, so I archive my old stuff on DVDs.  The newest stuff, and my favorite stuff, I keep around.  I've organized everything:  I've got my photos here, my dirty comics and drawings here, my porno movies here, and lastly my porno cartoons here."

 

She was sitting cross legged in her chair, fully focussed on the screen, where I saw thumbnail after thumbnail of women bound, women bound and being fucked, and women bound and being tortured.

 

"See, this is my photo stuff."

 

"Geez, Kaley.  It's all bondage stuff."

 

"Hey, don't judge."  She glanced at me quickly, and I realized she was a little embarrassed.  "It's just that they look so sexy like that, you know?  Like they aren't really even women anymore.  Just flesh, you know, to be used?  See, like this."  She pulled up a picture of an asian woman, her knees pulled underneath her, her arms bound to her ankles, a collar around her neck, her back curved in her bondage.

 

"It's like she's being presented as a package.  God, it's so sexy.  And look at this one."  She scrolled through a few more, and I caught flashes of women in strict bondage, until she stopped at one where this beautiful blond was bound on her back, forearms to calves, her knees bent, while a man had lifted her up by her hips and was driving his cock into her.

 

She was talking quickly now, almost breathless, looking to me every now and then to gauge my reaction.

 

"I've also got a lot comics.  Did you know the Japanese do all kinds of really dirty comics?  I've got a bunch of translated stuff here."  She pulled up a comic of this woman in a bikini being defeated in battle and dragged into a dungeon.  "This is my favorite right now.  The art is great, and see how they break her?  Forcing her to cum before they rape her?  And then making her cum while they rape her.  See, at the end, how she's completely submissive?"

 

I saw, and I squirmed in my seat, my nipples hardening as she kept up her quick patter, gazing at the pictures on the screen while she explained them to me.  I was shocked.  This was Kaley, my best friend. 

 

"I even have some great movies.  Check this out."  She launched her movie player and leaned back.  I watched, riveted, as the title, 'Rough Sex', came up, followed by a pretty black-haired girl sitting on a couch talking about how much of a slut she was, and how she was a piece of shit, and how she wanted to be treated like a piece of shit.  Then the action really started, and we say a good-looking buff guy start slapping her around, grabbing her by the throat with both hands and fucking her face.

 

We both watched the movie, over twenty minutes of it, in silence.  When it was over, I was breathing hard, my body warm, my mind swimming.  We looked at each other and Kaley smiled.  "Hot, huh?"

 

I nodded.

 

"Come on," she said, pushing her chair away from the computer and pulling mine in front of it, "show me what you like to look at."

 

"It's not much, really, just a few sites."

 

"Show me."

 

I pulled up a story site, specializing in bdsm; and then another, also specializing in bdsm, and then I went to front of a pay site of women being given forced orgasms.  As I pulled up each site, I saw Kaley nodding.

 

"Yah, I keep up to date with that site.  And that one.  And I wish I could get into that one, but its pay only."  She looked over at me slyly, "Huh.  It looks like sweet, innocent little Amy likes her kink too."

 

I blushed, and she laughed and spun in her chair.

 

"Truth or dare!" she exclaimed, looking at me expectantly.

 

"Truth."

 

"What's your favorite story?  And you have to describe it."

 

I looked down.  My master had picked one for me, and made me read it while he had slowly fucked my ass.  It was a story about a runaway girl who was brutally used, and then sold, by a procurer of girls.  It was written by somebody called MarkEDassad (http://www.asstr.org/~pervman/newsite/stories/stories/C001/ChickenHawk1_Karen.htm).

 

As I described the story, Kaley's eyes lost focus, and I noticed her breathing quicken.  When I finished, she said,

 

"That was hot.  Your turn."

 

"Truth or dare," I asked.

 

"Truth."

 

"Do you use any, um, aids, when you, you know, play with yourself?"

 

Kaley looked at me, and jumped out of her chair over to her nightstand.  She grabbed a strange looking tripod device (http://www.sharperimage.com/us/en/catalog/product/sku__HF500) and pressed a button on it, dropping the vibrating thing in my lap before sitting down again.

 

"Usually I just use my fingers, but sometimes I use that.  It's intense."

 

I held the vibrating thing in my hands, acutely aware of Kaley across from me.

 

"Truth or dare," she challenged.

 

"Truth."

 

"What is your deepest, darkest, fantasy."  She looked at me intently.  My skin felt hot, and I looked away from her, embarrassed.

 

"Brooke."

 

"What?"

 

"Brooke.  You know, to be like Brooke."

 

"You mean...?"

 

"MmmHu."

 

"Damn.  That's intense.  Really?"  I just nodded.  "Damn," she said again.

 

"Your turn," she prompted when I remained silent.

 

"Truth or Dare."

 

"Truth."

 

"You don't think I'm a freak, do you?"

 

"No!  Well, sure.  But look at me.  I'm a freak too.  I've got a porn stash that some of the perv boys at school would be proud of, and mine is kink.  I know it's not normal, but I'm not hurting anyone, and neither are you."  I didn't respond, but relief flooded me.  Kaley had been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and I didn't want her to think less of me.  I realized, though, that tonight was going to change our relationship; I was just hoping that some things would remain the same.

 

"And besides," she continued, "my deepest, darkest fantasy isn't exactly normal either."  I looked up to see her looking down.  "Usually, I get involved with an older man, and find out that he's actually works for a slaver organization, training beautiful women.  He takes me under his wing and teaches me the trade, you know, turning these women into mindless sex-beasts.  Stupid, huh?"

 

When she looked back up, I shook my head, and she smiled shyly.  "Truth or Dare," she said.

 

"Truth."

 

"Yesterday, when you had that hood on and I was swatting your ass, did that turn you on?"  I blushed red, remembering it, the helplessness, the humiliation, and my breathing quickened.  I looked into her eyes.

 

"Yes.  God yes."  She moved so quickly I didn't react until she was straddling me on the chair, her slender body pressed against mine, her hands in my hair, hard, insistent, tilting my head back, her lips clumsily on mine.  Her lips were soft, her tongue inexperienced; I opened my mouth, accepting her passion, the heat from her body radiating lust into me, sending tingles down my spine.

 

When she broke the kiss we were both panting.  "Me too.  Oh, at that moment the things I wanted to do," and then her mouth was back on mine, my hands sliding under her shirt, her skin soft and hot under my palms.  She ground her groin down into me, gasping into my mouth.

 

After what seemed forever I broke the kiss and breathlessly said, "The bag.  My bag.  The outer pocket," I insisted.  She looked into my eyes, and I saw her lust, a clear-eyed, demanding beast, making her hands and body tremble against mine.  She got out of the chair and went directly to my bag while I watched, too overwhelmed to move, my own body trembling with desire.  God, it was so different with Kaley than with my master, both more and less.

 

When she opened the outer pocket to my bag and looked inside, she smiled up at me, "You kinky little slut," the words from my best friend jarring me, lust flooding me, melting me as she pulled out the hood she had used on me yesterday,  the leash already attached, followed by the cuffs and the dildo she had been playing with, setting each one on the bed, a predatory gleam in her eye as she looked at me again.

 

"Come here."  It was a command.  It was Kaley.  I went.

 

"Kneel."  She took my arm and guided me down, so that I knelt before her while she sat on her bed.  Her hands were trembling as she leaned close, her breath hot on my neck as she reached down and pulled my t-shirt over my head as I helped.  A spasm of lust shuddered through me at what I was doing, kneeling almost naked in front of my best friend.

 

Kaley was just looking at me, her hands resting on my shoulders, her eyes devouring me.  Then she slid one hand to my breast, her eyes locking on mine, and her fingers found my nipple, hardened with lust.  She started squeezing, her other hand tight on my shoulder, her eyes boring into mine.  I gasped at the pain, a long, moaning, 'Aaaaahhhhh' escaping me as she twisted my tender flesh, need flashing through me.  I saw lust flair in her eyes at my response, and she quickly released me, leaving me panting, as she fumbled with the hood.

 

After she put the hood and cuffs on, pinning my arms behind my back, she had me kneel on the bed, face pressed into the sheets, my breast hanging below me, my ass, still covered by my panties, presented to her.  I waited in the dark, the frustrated need of last night seeming to heighten my lust, my body trembling in anticipation.

 

I yelping in pain as a belt or strap struck my upraised ass; and then again, and again, until I was moaning and writhing in pain on the bed, struggling to keep my hips up as I jerked under the onslaught, the pain touching a craving deep inside me.  Oh god, I wanted her to touch me, to give me release.  It seemed to go on forever, until tears were streaking my cheeks and I was sobbing, both in pain and need.  Then I heard her voice, strained and panting.

 

"Roll over."

 

So I did, pain making me moan, the humiliation and helplessness of being blind and bound making me thrust my hips up, begging for her to make me cum.  I think I shouting in shock when the strap came down on my breasts, tearing at my tender nipples, pain flaring across my chest.  I rolled back and forth, yelling with every blow on my breasts, thrusting my chest out between strikes.  I thought that if she beat me just a bit more, a bit harder, I could cum.

 

It stopped, and I could hear her panting even through the muffling hood, and then she was at my thighs, pulling down my panties even as I humped my hips up at her, spreading my legs as my panties came off.  I felt a pressure at my cunt, and then I felt the dildo slide up into my slick channel, thudding hard against my cervix, the fake balls spreading my ass-cheeks, making me gasp, bringing me oh so close.

 

"Oh godohgod," I moaned, and then groaned in disappointment when I felt her move away from my cunt.

 

"Me first," she growled, her voice husky and strained, and then her hands encircled my head, pulling my head onto her cunt, grinding it against the mouth opening of the hood.

 

"Use your tongue.  Use your fucking tongue!" she practically shouted as she shook my head, and I stuck out my tongue as far as I could, feeling and tasting something wet and acerbic as she moaned on top of me.  She screamed out as her orgasm shook her, her thighs shaking and clenching around my face as she came and came. 

 

There was a pause, and then I felt her shifting, and felt her fingers at the base of the dildo, drawing it out, and then shoving it back in.  My breathing quickened and I spread my legs even further, begging for it with my body.  Her thumb found my clit, and an electric shock flashed through me; I came, hard, my hips trembling in the air as my body shook with the strength of it.

 

She kept rubbing, and I moaned as I came down from my orgasm, my body trembling.  I grunted, jerking my hips; she didn't stop--she kept rubbing my clit, hyper-sensitive from my cum, the sensations overwhelming.  I rolled my hips, trying to dislodge her fingers from my clit, panting with effort, my mind screaming with the intense sensations flooding my body. 

 

"Stop!  Stop!  Stop!  No more!"  I cried out, but she used her forearms to pin my thighs, her weight on my legs holding me down, both her hands now at my clit, tormenting me with the intensity of it.  Then I screamed and jerked and came again, her fingers digging into my flesh.

 

Then her mouth was on me, sucking my clit into her mouth, gnawing on the flesh around it, animalistic noises coming from deep in my chest as I writhed on the bed, twisting and bucking to escape.  Her tongue dug into my swollen nub, rasping against it, and I arched and screamed and came again. 

 

She kept sucking, as if trying to devour my sex, her tongue stabbing and crushing the soft flesh of my pussy, her teeth biting at me as I bucked like a wild beast, the bed shaking and rocking as I tried to push her off of me.  I jerked my hips to the side, and felt my flesh slip through her teeth, until they clamped around my clit, hard and brutal, tearing at the over-sensitive bud as my jerking ripped it from her mouth, threw her to the side, feeling as if she had ripped it from me, my body flopping like a fish as another orgasm overwhelmed me, leaving me panting and gasping on my back on the bed, Kaley laying beside me, her breathing heavy.

 

Dazed, I lay there, sensing Kaley shift on the bed, and then I felt a tug on the leash, and groaned.  When her voice came I could tell she was close.

 

"How many times, slut?  How many times did you come?"

 

I shuddered at the words, at the way she said them, lust flaring back into my spent body.

 

"Four.  Four times.  I came four times."

 

"Greedy pig.  I only came once.  That means you owe me three cums."  With that, she pulled me up by the leash and positioned me, my legs still weak from my ordeal.

 

"Kneel, slut."

 

I knelt, my knees apart, responding to the direction of her hands.  Then I felt her thighs against my face, and a hand behind my head.

 

"Lick me, and don't stop until I've cum three times."

 

I stretched my tongue out as my hooded mouth was forced against her cunt, searching out her clit, making her gasp as I lapped at her tender fleshy bud.  Sounds came on, and I realized she was watching one of her porno films on her computer.

 

My world became the sensation of my tongue against her flesh, my jaw aching, the sounds of the porno, sharp cries and moans and hard, dirty words mixing with the moaning of my friend as I pleasured her.  By the time she pulled my head hard against her cunt for the third time, her thighs shaking, a soft cry coming from her lips, the movie had ended, and my jaw was sore, exhausted, my tongue numb; but as exhausted as I was, lust thrummed through my body at being used like this, like a thing to give pleasure, my spread thighs slick with slippery cunt-juice.

 

"Oh, that was good, that was very good.  I think you deserve a reward.  Stay there."

 

I heard her leave, and I waited, my heart pounding, my mouth dry, blind, bound, and helpless.  It seemed like forever until she returned.  Her hand squeezed my breast, and I yelped as I felt my nipple crushed, I found out later by two medium sized binder clips (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Binder_clip).  It ached, and my other nipple joined it as she attached a clip to it also.  I felt a tugging at my nipples and groaned as she pulled me up by my nipples.

 

I staggered, my breasts distended as she gave them sharp jerks (she had obviously attached them to some type of string or wire, and was yanking on them), sending sharp pain through my sensitive nipples.  She led me downstairs, a hand on my shoulder to prevent a misstep, all the time drawing sharp hisses from me by pulling on my tortured nippled.  When I felt tile under my feet, I realized I was in the kitchen.

 

I stood there, shifting my weight between my feet, as she dropped her hold on my breasts and moved about the kitchen.  Anticipation gnawed at my stomach, my nipples throbbing in time with my beating heart, as I waited, wondering what perversion she had in store for me next.

 

"Spread your legs.  Good.  Like that.  Now bend at the waist.  Further," she guided me until I was bent at a ninety degree angle, my legs spread, my ass in the air.  I felt a straw at my lips and sucked gratefully at a juice box she had placed under my head.  I figured she must have me bending of the counter, since she wasn't holding the juice.  Instead, she was at my ass, her hands hot against my flesh.

 

I rotated my hips as I felt her fingers slide against my cunt, and then she began to push something into me.  My thighs shuddered as I felt something rough slid into my slick channel.  I clenched my cunt, delicious sensations scraping along my inner flesh as Kaley slid the cock-like object into me (I found out in the morning she had used a zucchini).  My breath quickened as her palm ground against my cunt, the thing deep inside me, and I pushed my hips back against her, greedy for her touch.

 

She kept her hand there, massaging the soft flesh of my pussy, making me shake with need.  Then I felt something press against my anus, and gasped as she pushed the dildo past my tight sphincter, a wave of pleasure washing over me.  I could feel every inch as it slid in, fighting for space with the phallus in my cunt, until I felt the fake balls pressing against my perineum.

 

I felt her grasp my cuffs, and realized she was tying something around the short chain than bound my wrists together.  My mind raced and I twisted my hands to get a feel of it, but she slapped them away and had me stand, bound and stuffed with fake cock.  I felt her thread something through the loop on my neck where my leash was attached, and hunched when I felt her pull it tight, a coarse, thin rope digging into my crotch, feeling like sandpaper as it pulled against my mound.

 

I moaned in discomfort as Kaley tied off my new bondage, changing to moans as her fingers reached down to my cunt and spread my lips, letting the rope nestle against the soft inner flesh of my slit, coarse against my swollen, throbbing clit.

 

"Come on, slut.  Let's go for a walk."

 

With that, she grabbed the rope and began pulling me along, dragging me around her home.  Pain radiated from my crotch as I wobbled after her, the fake cocks buried in my pussy and ass churning my insides like butter, washing my guts in an eerie sensation of fullness, the rope rough against my tender cunt-flesh, each step seeming to shred the soft flesh, pain radiating from my cunt up my spine, intense, unbearable, soft, panting cries coming from my throat as Kaley pulled me along.

 

With each step the pain grew, the intensity of sensation rubbing my flesh raw, bloodying my sensitive clit, making my mind spin, lust boiling up in me, desire for more pain, more abuse, flooding me as I staggered, the rope pulled violently from Kaley's hold as I fell to my knees, the last jerk sending me crashing though a powerful orgasm, my mind seeming to splinter as I shuddered on my knees, hunched over, my tits and clit and cunt throbbing together in pleasure, grunting through the oh so wonderful and horrible cum.

 

When it had left me panting, still bound, still hooded, on my knees, Kaley grabbed the rope again and lifted me to my feet, the rope digging painfully into my crotch, pressing the fake cocks deeper into my cunt and ass.

 

"Greedy slut," was all she said before continuing our walkabout.

 

Neither of us slept at all that night.  Kaley seemed to want to drive me crazy with orgasms, as if it were her job to make me cum in the most horrible ways she could imagine until I was a mindless mass of girl-flesh.  There was the crotch-rope, the belt, more binding clips, a beater, hot pepper oil, more zucchinis, and always the hood and her fingers and her nails and her insatiable lust, her endless wonder at my body and my own lust, making me lick and suck her nipples, her cunt, her ass, her toes, her fingers, her own pleasure seeming driven by my craving for abuse.

 

By morning, we were both exhausted and spent, and my cunt was unbelievably sore, a mass of swollen, aching flesh.  As if by common consent, she unbound me and our tryst was over; we were just Kaley and Amy, friends, not kinky, dirty lesbo sluts.