Neighbors

Part 1

This is another story from my imagination. If you do not
appreciate such, don't take offense. Just go on to the next
posting.

If you are under age or immature forget the following.


If you are offended by non consensual sex, violence, S&M ...
ETC then go on to the next posting.


              You have been warned!!!
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                        Neighbors # 01
                        by Paladin

KNOCK....KNOCK...

Wendy looked up from her morning coffee at her own comfortable kitchen table to
see an unfamiliar female face at glass of her back door. The woman was tall and
more masculine in her build than Wendy.

Wendy got up and as she walked over to the door, she inquired,

"Yes ... What is it?"


Wendy thought.

Here she was enjoy a leisurely cup of coffee and then maybe... a long, long
bath.. a warm bubble bath..

   "High there!
I'm Francis... uh.. your new neighbor." A perky positive smiling voice informed
her, "We're moving in next door, and .. uh ..our phone hasn't been hooked up
yet...  I .. uh .. was kind of hoping you'd let me make a call.... I have a
phone card so it won't go on your bill. I promise.."

Reluctantly Wendy opened her door without a second thought.



"I'm Wendy Fuller." she said after opening the door, "I'm  happy to meet you.
The phone is over there. Please feel free  to make your calls. Would you like
some coffee. I've just made a pot and have plenty." Wendy smiled and tried to be
obliging.

"Cream or sugar??" she called to the woman at her phone.

"Oh that would be heavenly. I take mine hot and black.. I just can not find
anything yet. It is all packed up in some damn box .. or other .. Damn those
movers. They mixed or lost most of the labels. I'll be all week finding our
things."

As Wendy got down another mug, as Francis dialed and quickly completed a short
cryptic phone call. Then she came over and sat down at the kitchen table. She
picked up the steaming mug of black coffee, took a sip and started complaining
again..

"Moving is soo... maddening... I'll be soo glad when we get some help and all
settled. Have you lived here long?" Francis asked.

"Leo and I moved here last year. And I know what you mean about the moving bit."
Wendy informed her new neighbor.



"Oh here is my husband Tom. Do you mind if he comes in? He is just lost without
me." Francis informed her host as she pushed back the chair, rose from the table
and made for the kitchen door.

"No! .. No .. of course not. After all we're neighbors." Wendy reluctantly
answered, as Francis opened the back door and let Tom in.

"Tom come on in here and meet our new neighbor... Um...Wendy." She informed the
large man in a leather coat as he squeezed through the door.

Tom was a huge square shouldered brute. He filled the whole door frame as he
entered. His eyes roomed the kitchen, sizing up the things and finally settled
on Wendy's tight little body ..

Then he looked around again and then wandered over to the kitchen table.
Umbiddened he pulled out a chair and sat down. The chair gave out a groan under
his massive bulk.

"Is that coffee I smell?" he said to no one in particular still  starring
directly at Wendy's now shrinking femininity.

"Yes. Would you like a cup?" Wendy asked to dissuade his stair.

She rose, trying to play the good little hostess in spite of  the mans brutish
manners.

"Yea.. I'd love a cup." Tom informed her. All the while his eyes seemed to be
wander up and down her neat trim frame, as she went over to the cabinet.

"Just black..." he informed her.

Wendy tried not to notice the mans attention as she stretched up to reached into
the over head cabinet and found another mug. But she was flabbergasted when he
flippantly informed all present.

"I like her ass, Francis. It looks like this neighbor hood is  going to be real
entertaining after all."

Wendy turned around, furious and blushing. She placed the mug on the counter.
Then she was starting to get nervous with these two strangers, in her kitchen
starring at her.



Now they both seemed to be staring at her body. They both seemed to be
undressing her with their eyes and she felt really very uncomfortable.

"UM OH!! I just remembered I have to go to...." Wendy started to make excuses
just to get away from these two new 'neighbors'.

"Tom... You stop that. Wendy doesn't know you, yet. She must think you are one
of those dirty sex fiends. Why just look at how she is shaking. I'll bet she is
soo scared, she's about to wet her panties. Aren't you Wendy??"

Francis asked getting up from the table and coming around  behind her.

"No!!! It's not that... It's just .. I just remembered that I  have..." Wendy
started.

"You see Francis. She ain't scared. Why I bet she put on that pair of tight
pants just to show off her cute little ass. Didn't you, you little slut ya." Tom
inquired of her. Now Wendy made a continuos effort to turned and keep her ass
out of his field of vision.

Her hands flew to her crotch and her chest as she tried to cover herself even
though she was fully dressed.

"Not much in the tit department are ya Wendy? What are you? 34A or B?" Tom
inquired of the now scared house wife.. between sips of his wife's coffee...
"Ain't you going to get me any coffee???"

Wendy sought to slowly back away from the counter and make her way out of the
kitchen into the hallway.

She backed straight into Francis who had taken up a position directly behind
her. She blanched and half turned to keep the woman in view.



"I'm afraid their is no stopping Tom when he sees a cute little but like yours
dearie. He can be soo impulsive... Now you just be a good little girl and pull
down those tight slacks so he can get his eye full. I'm afraid, if you don't....
well he will probably just reach right over here and grab um. Then he'll
probably tear um right off you. Then their is no telling what he might do. I
can't tell you how many pretty little sluts, like you, he's has taken a shine
to. They all end up showing him their heinies sooner or later.  Now you don't
you be shy... You just save the fabric dear or who knows what he might do? I
mean you resist and you'll get him all exhibited.... well you can imagine.. He's
such a stud... Come on dear, show him that cute little ass."

Wendy was horrified. 

She just froze there starring at the man. She felt the woman  close up behind
her.  She opened her mouth but couldn't  form any words...

Then she felt the woman's hands go around her waist to the  fastener of her
slacks and undo the button.

"NOOOO" she cried as she made a grab for the woman's hand. She tried to keep the
garment secure at her hips. She whirled around and tried to step around the
woman with her slacks held up by her hands.

Then she felt a huge strong paw grab her right ass cheek. The fingers applied a
vice like grip on her firm covered right cheek and secured a purchase on that
part of her anatomy.

"Nice and firm..." he said..

His fingers were like steel bars and she was sure he was bruising her, as well
as scaring the hell out of her.

 Wendy's
mind raced through these thought when suddenly...

"OWWWW Now you stop that.. You are hurting me..." She informed them as she
looked back at him and reached back, with her right hand, to grip his wrist. She
tried to alleviate his hold on her right ass cheek but she was not able to move
his hand one iota.

As she was trying to deal with his grip, she felt the zipper  run down on the
front of the pants.

The woman had opened and was starting to peel the garment down off her thin
hips.

The woman was rolling not only the pants but her nylon panties too.  Wendy reasoned as she grabbed the fabric roll with her left
hand and tried to stop the woman's denuding of her slacks above her pubic
regions...

At that moment the man reached out with his left hand and easily yanked down her
garments from the back.

One long straight pull!!!

Suddenly her precious covering was down to her thighs!!!

When Wendy realized this and she tried to squat down to save her modesty but the
woman gripped her hair and held her in a sort of half crotch position as the man
pulled her coverings further down. Now below her knees to her ankles...

Wendy tried to spread her knees together to stop the downward path of her slacks
and panties but the man was too strong. Soon he had her denuded from waste to
the ankles.

All her stylish tight slacks and shear nylon panties now resided around her
ankles.

"Just like I thought... Nice little ass." He informed the women.

A tug downward in her hair and Wendy found herself on her knees with both her
hands trying to remove the painful twisting, gripping fingers, entwined in her
hair. 

"OWWW You stop that... You bitch You ...stop.." Wendy  demanded of the smiling
woman in front of her.

She was soo preoccupied that she at first didn't even realize  that the man had
tugged  her slacks and panties clean off of her legs. Then she again felt those
steel fingers again gripping her smooth right ass cheek, but this time the thumb
just naturally sunk right into the crack in the smooth white flesh.

"I really like your ass.. bitch!" Tom informed her as he sought to explore her
ass crack with his fat dirty thumb.

Quickly Wendy realized she had to do something. She left her left hand to try to
alleviate the pressure in her hair and her right hand sunk to her ass crack to
try and save her modesty from the exploring thumb.

"I found me one tight little ass hole here Francis. I'll bet it  ain't ever been
fucked... Ah girlie?? Francis I think I'll let  you plow it open with one of
your dildos first. I don't like um as thigh as this un. I'll take mine all hot
greasy.. and freshly fucked out. Thank ya.." Tom related to Francis.

Wendy wanted to die.. They were treating her as an object... A thing...

"You are just getting too old to break in a cherry ass bitch like this any more.
Remember last time...how I had to finger the bitch to ge..." Francis related as
Wendy just knelt there frozen wit fear as these animals explored her neither
regions.

She kept one hand in her hair and the other on his hand but she could do
nothing... She was theirs.. She knew it..

"Francis! I'd like to see the little tittes now... What say you  just turn her
this-a-way and I'll tear her out of that there  frilly little blouse." Tom
offered.

"I told you to be nice and show him your little hiney... didn't I? Now look what
you done. You got his old horn up... Now you are for it. You make him get to
tearing... and their ain't no telling what he'll do... You want that?? Well do
you???" Francis inquired of the dazed housewife...

"NOO...I I ... Noo Please just le..." Wendy started to plead  but...

SLAPPP

The back of her head was driven forward with a mighty slap. If it wasn't for the
firm grip Francis had in her hair, Wendy would of been driven face first into
the kitchen floor.

"I said I wanna see the titties... NOW Bitch!" Tom demanded.

Fearing for her life Wendy quickly dropped both of her hands to her waist. She
gripped the bottom of her blouse and lifted it up to her neck... She had seen
what stalling had gotten her before.

"Francis I can't see dick from the back. Turn the dumb slut  around... and you
get rid of the little tittie sling... slut.  You ain't got probably nothing to
see anyway.." Tom grumbled letting go of her ass cheek.. "But I'm curious.."

The grip in her hair was released and Wendy quickly turned  around to face the
big brute who now commanded her with her blouse tucked up under her arms and
around her neck.

She saw his sour expression and she quickly reached back and released the bra's
clasp. She then pulled up her bra, and when the blouse fell down she quickly
removed them both. Now she was really scared. She tried to covered the pink
swellings she had for tits with her hands and looked up pleading.

"I said I wanna see them their excuses for tits. Now do you want me to have to
break off your arms first?" Tom glowered at her...

Wendy dropped her hands and sought to cover her furry badge of femininity
instead. She dropped her head and awaited his judgment of her...

"They ain't nothing there but nipples... slut... That why you  wear them tight
pants... To show off your heinie??? .. You  better answer me you slut." Tom
demanded raising his hand to swat her square in the face...

She had never admitted it but this brute would make her tell...

"Ye... Yes.." and when she saw him grimace she quickly added 'SIR!!!"

"You dirty little slut... Get your hand out of your pussy. I want ya to play
with that sloppy mess I'll tell ya. Why'nt ya put your paws up like a nice
little doggie.. Just like the little begging bitch dog you are." Tom ordered.

With tears in Wendy's eyes she raised her arms and bent her hands at the wrist.
Just like a begging dog.. To save her modesty she tightened up the space between
her thighs hoping that this was as far as he would demand she go...She just
knelt there sobbing in her own kitchen as these strangers looked over her
previously private treasures.

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