Love Thy Neighbor - July/August Contest

[MisterZ]

Teaser: She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until he suddenly withdrew. She panted with relief for just a moment before she felt something else against her pussy lips. “No, please, please, please no,” she whimpered as his hard member slowly slid inside and then he was in her, really in her.

The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Love Thy Neighbor
Author: MisterZ
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“Are you sure this is the place?” Carol asked, smoothing out her blue floral sundress as she stepped out of the car. Her blonde head turned back and forth as she looked at the empty parking lot next to the dilapidated warehouse.

“Of course it is, dear,” Linda said. The slightly older redhead in the green sundress walked around to the passenger side of the car, took Carol by the elbow and began steering her toward the warehouse door. “They can sell the furniture cheap because they don’t spend money on the building. Now, do you want to replace that horrible table your mother-in-law gave you or not?”

“Well, yes, but it doesn’t seem right to do it behind Bobby’s back,” the blonde said.

“How long have you been married, dear? Two months? Three? You’ll learn no wife tells her husband everything,” Linda said as she opened the door and ushered Carol in. “There are so many things Eddie doesn’t know about me.”

Carol’s blue eyes blinked rapidly as she tried to adjust from the bright summer sun to the unlit interior of the warehouse, and the first thing she saw was so nonsensical she could only stand and stare. A shaft of light from a broken skylight fell on a wooden table and a chair, and on the chair sat a naked man in a gorilla mask. The sight was so strange it took her a moment to notice the large black handgun on the table.
She spun around at a noise behind her in time to see Linda click a padlock in place on a metal hasp on the door, conspicuously shiny and new. “What…what’s happening?” Linda stammered.

The redhead said nothing. She reached into her purse and pulled out a dog collar – black leather with metal studs – and began to fasten it around her neck.

Behind her, Linda could hear the chair scrape on the dirty concrete floor. She dared not turn around. “Why are you doing this?” she sobbed.

Linda pointed and the blonde involuntarily turned. The man was directly in front her now. The eyeholes in the mask were wells of darkness. He incongruously held black and white photo in one hand, and thrust it at her.

Her hand shaking, Carol took the photo and looked at it. Her eyes widened and she let it fall to the floor.

“There are so many things Eddie doesn’t know about me,” Linda sat flatly, her grey eyes downcast.

Panicking, Carol tried to dash past the man, seeking another exit, a place to hide in the shadows, but the man caught her by the arm and spun her around. The blow to the stomach bent her in half and allowed him to catch her other arm and twist them both painfully behind her back. She could feel his naked flesh, his hard cock pressing into the back of her legs. He pulled his right hand free, his left hand and his body still pressing her wrists together, and she tried to push him off. “No, no, help!” she shouted.

His hand slammed down on the table in front of her face, drawing her attention to the gun lying there, black and enormous. She went still.

“Don’t fight it,” Linda said, still looking down.

The man kicked Carol’s legs apart and flipped up her skirt, exposing white cotton panties. Even in her terror she couldn’t help but flinch as she felt his hand grab them and pull them down. Then that hand was caressing her, a finger was pushing inside her. “No, no,” she said weakly as her hips bucked involuntarily. She moaned in pain as he responded by pressing harder on her arms and she went limp. She felt a thumb trace the edge of her asshole and bucked again. He pressed harder and she went limp again, and he pushed a finger deeper into her pussy as she strained to hold still.

She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until he suddenly withdrew. She panted with relief for just a moment before she felt something else against her pussy lips. “No, please, please, please no,” she whimpered as his hard member slowly slid inside and then he was in her, really in her.

She tried to be still, feeling the ache in her arms and shoulders, taking in the sight of the gun. It seemed to go on and on. She tensed and relaxed in waves as she felt his cock rasping in and of her, his naked body pressing her into the desk. The prickle of his dark hairs. The low sound of his grunting, her almost involuntary sobs. The smell of his sweat, the rubber of his mask. Her aching arms, the bruising thrust of his flesh into her softest parts over and over and over and over. Linda, standing, not meeting her eyes or his.

It could have been minutes or it could have been days before his rhythm began to speed up, his breathing coming harder, his grunts louder. She felt fear and shame well up. “Please, please don’t,” she softly pleaded. “Only Bobby…only Bobby…”

If he heard, he gave no sign, only a loud grunt and a powerful thrust. To Carol it felt like a firehose, flooding her, polluting her. The tears flowed as he pulled out and gave her limp body a push off the table. The impact on the dirty concrete floor barely registered.

Carol lay there, face down, sobbing. She heard the scraping of chair legs on concrete and looked up to see Linda standing over her, the chair behind her, reaching down to her with a tissue in her hand. “Clean your face, dear,” she said. “You’re a mess.”

Without thinking she began to wipe the smeared and running makeup from a face that was wet with tears she hadn’t even noticed. “Can, can I go now?” Linda said meekly.

Carol looked past her. Linda did not, could not look. After a moment Linda gave the tiniest of nods. “No, not yet,” she said. She sat on the chair and spread her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties, and her trimmed red bush was a stark contrast to her pale flesh. She looked down at her neighbor with a resigned expression. “First you have to lick my pussy.”

“No! No! I’ve never, I’m not…” Linda sobbed, then shrieked as she heard a loud CLACK behind her. Her head spun to see the man standing behind her, the freshly-racked pistol in his hand.

“You are what he says you are, and you do what you’re told,” Linda responded softly. “Or you never go home to your Bobby.”

Carol got onto her hands and knees and crawled forward until she was between the other housewife’s legs. She stopped. She had never been this close to another woman’s pussy before, and she could only stare at it until a noise from behind, a motion, a shuffling of feet, broke her out of her daze with a sharp stab of fear.

The taste, the smell, she almost knew the smell…Linda looked down with an expression of sadness on her face. “Your body will learn, dear,” she said. “Your body will learn to like it. Mine has.”

Carol was struggling to understand what her neighbor, her friend, was telling her when there was a flash of light. Her brain struggled to understand where it was coming from. It came again, and she turned. This time the flash caught her full in the face, and as her vision cleared the saw the man holding a camera.

“That will be enough, dear,” Linda said, gently pushing her away. “You will get messages. A note. A call. You will go where you are told.” She fished in her purse and pulled out a dog collar, identical to the one she wore. “You will put this on. You will do what you’re told. And no one will ever see those pictures.”

Carol looked back and forth from Linda, the man, the collar, back and forth, uncomprehending. “It’s time to go, dear,” Linda said, a little more firmly. “If you start walking now you’ll have time to clean yourself up before your Bobby gets home.”

Linda sat, staring as the floor, as a sniffling Carol took the collar, picked herself up and shuffled out of the warehouse. The door clanged shut behind her. Linda still stared at the floor.
“You went a little far, in the end,” the masked man finally said.

“I think it was just far enough,” Linda said, looking up. “None of the others have caused any trouble.”

“Making her walk home. Suppose she flags down a cop?” he said.

“What would she say? She doesn’t know you, and the stupid little bitch thinks you’re raping me, too,” Linda said. She stood and slid up to the man, pressing her body against his. She pulled the mask off his face and tossed it to the floor. “Maybe she’ll hitch a ride. Remember what we did to that hitchhiker last year?” She grasped his re-stiffening cock. “You do remember. That’s good. Your little show got me all hot, and that stupid slut was never going to get me off. She has no idea how to lick pussy.”

The man pulled her close. “Oh no, you’ll have to teach her,” he said flatly. “I know how much you hate forcing some pretty bitch’s face into your cunt.”

She laughed and kissed him. “You know me so well, Eddie,” she said. “You know me so well.”