Neighbours

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Meeting the neighbours can be fun...for them.
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Jumping down the spiralled stone staircase, John landed hard outside Flat 1, Margaret followed behind, her long legs, and dark hair and modest breast make a lovely picture. The looking at the Flat 1 door by the Flat 5 locals had become a bit of an in joke. Margaret had constantly teased her sex buddy over the gorgeous looks of the new tenant, with a passing mention of a guy in their too. Knowing John's love affair with the dark haired beauties, Margaret took great pleasure in teasing him over her beauty, such beauty he had yet to bare witness too. He quipped that with two guys leaving the flat 1 property the other day, that she must be the block hooker, and that it was a matter of time before he'd get her for free. She, playfully, slapped him.

With a pat on her lovely butt, John pulled Margaret in for a quick embrace before moving on with the tasks of the day, beer, food and football.

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That night, he laid her down on his bed, gentle caressing the insides of her legs, warming her up for the main show. Margaret had been another friend, who once she had caught news of his ways, once intent of getting in the sack with him. John had a reputation; he didn't use women, he taught them, and in the process took them to heights previously unfounded.

His thoughts however were troubled, inside him for a long time, deep was the desire to go further, and while the odd session of rough sex with Margaret and others helped, it wasn't the reprieve he was looking for.

On her 9th orgasm of the weekend, he decided that was enough and allowed his release.

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Meanwhile, two floors and 4 flats down, wicked things were happening. Having moved in a month ago, it taken the two of them time to set back up. The walls of the room were sound proofed, nothing in, nothing out. The eye hooks had been secured on the walls, the chains in place, even the stocks was rebuilt, a modern day version of the medieval will breaker.

The two incumbents had smiled at the finished article, they smiled more at the poor boy chained up in the middle of the room, at this very time he was been forcible fucked in the ass by a long purple strap on.

The male aggressor was taking pictures, more for the scrapbook. Finally he placed the camera down, pulled down his pants and let his growing cock spring to life, pulling the poor boys head up he placed his cock at his lips, with a firm warning tell him not to bite, he slowly pushed his head between those lips.

Rachel pounded the poor teen while Richard enjoyed the oral workings. The unnamed teen was a new student, in a new city, looking to make friends, when a beauty like Rachel approached he was easily ensnared into their trap and from there, it was two easy form the talented siblings.

The poor boys whimpering continued into the night.

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The next morning the heavy curtains opened in a dark room, Rachel smiled at the poor boy, cum leaking out of his mouth as he tried to sleep in a horrible uncomfortable position. She helped him up, put a robe around his body and led him to the bathroom. Washing him down, she explained.

"You understand that what happened last night was just a one off, we didn't mean to be so rough on you (a lie) and we never intend to leave physical marks (truth), now just forget about it, tell your friends you got a hottie, and I'll never deny it. Try anything stupid, well I've got your name and your home address, I'm sure Mommy and Daddy doesn't want to see what you were up to last night."

Rachel rubbed him down, what she was actually doing was checking for physical marks, she couldn't get a taped admittance to him accepting physical pain, he'd seemed quite turned off on the idea when mentioned, so this one had to be carefully done, not as depraved as some. Happy not marks were left, she gathered his washed clothes and sent him on his way. Walking sorely he waddled away, she again smiled, his ass had taken it not so well, nothing up there before. She began to close the door when she heard voices, making sure she did quietly, she put an ear to the door, to listen.

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John and Margaret were off again, and as always as he passed Flat 1 with that cheeky smile on his face, Margaret looked disapprovingly.

"I'm tell you, she's got to be the Block Whore, when do you ever see her, early morning when some guy is leaving, usually worse for wear, or really late at night when she's bringing them in, and the guy....well I could care less about him actually."

John's cheeky smile ruins the serious tone of his speech.

"You just want in bed with her to do nasty things."

"Doesn't have to be the bed, the kitchen table, the sofa, hell the bath, if she's what you said she looks like....."

While the statement would be true for John, he says these things to wind up his sexual reluctant partner, he finds it helps motivate them to try new things, and new things is exactly what he's angling at.

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"I'm tell you, she's got to be the Block Whore, when do you ever see her, early morning when some guy is leaving, usually worse for wear, or really late at night when she's bringing them in, and the guy...."

"Cheeky fucker, I'll have his balls."

"You just want in bed with her to do nasty things."

Rachel clicks the lock and makes sure the door is closed good and proper.

"Really Mr John, nasty things to me, I don't think so, I think it'll be nasty things to you."

"You're up early, again. Our guest left for the day?" Richard always looked worse for wear in the morning, but he had that bright little look in his face that he'd enjoyed himself.

"Yes and I have our next target, the guy from upstairs in 5 certainly looks an interesting subject."

"Bit close to home isn't it, and another guy? Its girls turn to be treated." Richard was sometimes a little concerned that all these guys sucking his cock; he was enjoying it, don't get him wrong. He enjoyed the debauchery of it all, but women were his first choice.

"Don't worry about proximity, people have always known where we've lived but no one has ever said anything and by the time their guilt for others kicks in, we'll have moved on again. As for you, his girl does seem delicious, how about a two'fer. We've got more than enough restraints."

Images of him and his sister, anal fucking the girl and the guy got Richard hard, he could never do anything with Rachel, the thought of doing his sister made him sick, but having sex in the same room as her drove him to new levels of crazy.

"It's a deal; a few days then, too plan."

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It was another of those mornings for Margaret, up early to go to work, while John lay in bed enjoying more sleep, she was particularly cranky because she didn't get sex last night. A late night for John, too much computer games and beer. It is alright for him; he'd get up in an hour or so and masturbate in front of some weird ass porn. He had strange tastes.

She closed the door behind her, broken and only lockable from the inside; she was walking down the steps to see a lovely sight. The girl from flat 1. Margaret had had her share of lesbian lovers, and this girl was grade A gorgeous. Margaret was happy to shyly slink past the girl with a slight nod to acknowledge her; the girl however almost grabbed her.

"Hi I'm Rachel; I was wondering is your boyfriend home?"

Caught by slight surprise, it turns to annoyance, she and John had once been a couple but that had been a long time ago, these days they were firmly fuck buddies.

"He's upstairs, I'm Margaret, and he's just my fuck buddy."

"Love the honesty sweets, I'll let you get off to work, I need a word with your buddy."

Margaret wasn't overly sure, but she didn't have time to argue, he was a big boy he could look after himself. Maybe that's what she was worried about. She turned and darkness enveloped her, she felt a pain in her stomach before collapsing to the ground, falling to unconsciousness.

"I got her sis, I'm going to set her up, don't be too long with that boy."

Rachel smiled down at her brother as he lifted Margaret up like a sack of potatoes, taking her inside. Rachel continued up to the 3rd floor, flat 5, she knocked. No answer. Knocked again.

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"Fucking postman." John whispered; well this time no dressing gown, this bastard has awoken me up for the last time. Stark naked John answers the door, and almost immediately regrets it. He quickly pushes the door too and runs for his dressing gown, placing it around him he returns to the door.

"Sorry about that....I...err...thought you were the postman."

"Is that the usual way to greet the postman around here?"

"No, but it's more than he deserves."

"So I can see."

Rachel eyes him up and down, he's not bad looking, long hair, ok body, not muscular but not fat by any means, but it's his cock that stands tall between his legs, a bad (good) case of morning wood.

"Can I help you?"

Rachel is snapped out of day dreaming by her neighbour.

"Yes sorry, My Name is Rachel I'm the new girl in flat 1, I was wondering if I could have a quick chat."

"Yes please come in, I'll go and get some proper clothes on."

"Don't bother."

Her manner became stern; John feared the worse, only to have it confirmed.

"I've heard what you and your little whore joke about on the stairs when you pass my flat, you think your funny with those little quips, about me being a whore, and guys leaving early morning, every morning....well....."

John couldn't answer, he was caught hand in the cookie jar, he tried to apologize, what happened next was even more unexpected.

Halfway through a sorry, Rachel walked up to him, with one hand grabs his ass, the other on his back and pulled him in for a full on embrace. Half stunned he didn't realise what was going on, he quickly cottoned on when the hand on his ass moved to his cock. Within moments he had her down to nothing but skirt, skilfully sliding her panties off while leaving the skirt on. She pushed him against the wall, his dressing gown joining the rest on the floor. She positioned herself and jumped on, John ramming his cock into her wet pussy. Ever the gentleman he carried her to the bedroom where for almost an hour, they moved around the position until finally, she demanded him into her mouth and let him cum for all his might, she smiled before swallowing it all down. Exhausted they lay back on the bed.

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Several hours had passed when John and Rachel awoke from their slumber, slowly going through the motions of getting themselves back together, the two of them got dressed, had a coffee each, a light snack and finally made preparations.

John thought of how lucky he was that Margaret was at work all day, the one day she had a shortened lunch and no time to come home, that worked nicely.

He was just checking everything was locked up and ok, he'd been invited downstairs and invite he wasn't going to pass up when he saw the light flashing on the phone, he checked the message.

"...Hello Margaret this is Darren, if you're sick in future can you make sure you phone in to let us know and can you give me a call anyway when you get yourself together, cheers."

John looked puzzled not like her not to go to work, like her to not want to, but to actually not go was something else. He sent her a message for her to contact him when she could, he was sure an explanation would be sent.

He grabbed his light wear jacket and he and Rachel made their way down stairs.

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John had been in this flat many times, but not since his old buddy moved out and the new neighbours moved in. Not much had changed a few photos, many of Rachel and a guy,

"Who's the fella?"

"Oh that's my brother Richard, he lives here with me, I don't think he's home however. Have a look I'll be back in a minute."

Rachel had done this a hundred times, lure the guy in, get him distracted and then literally knock him out. This time would be no different but she had to admit, John was some guy, not the best looking guy ever but he was certainly good in bed. Still wouldn't be fair to the old baseball bat if she didn't swing for him. Plenty of practice had made her a deadly hitter.

John looked at more photos, they looked close, all smiles. The strange sound came from the living room, he waited a few seconds, and then again....it was.

He saw the reflection just in time to duck, the bat swung and hit nothing but air. With the element of surprise gone Rachel was in trouble. She swung again but John swatted the bat away, he stuck out a leg, Rachel over balanced fell and smashed her own her against the side cabinet, she was out cold.

John pushed into the living room, leaving her lying body; it was here he saw Margaret's bag, her phone just on top and that sound, distinctive and bloody annoying. He came back out, the main bedroom door was open, but the side room was locked and looked very different, he walked up and put his ear to the door.

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There was a distinct thumb and then the sound of a body falling to the ground.

"Ahh...did you hear that my sweet, that was the sound of my sister taking care of your little fuck friend, soon he'll be joining us for a little bit of humiliation, a little bit of pain and a whole lot of debauchery."

Margaret was on the floor, that bastard had all but raped her. He'd taken her off the stairs and knocked her out, when she had come too, he was cuming on her face. She wanted to hit out but her naked form had its arms tied behind her back and legs chained to the wall.

There was another thumb.

"Rachel are you alright, you need a hand dragging him in."

A few seconds and no reply.

"Wait just here my sweet, I've got to go give her a hand, but don't worry I'll be right back for you."

Richard crossed the room to open the door, the follow few seconds made him wish he hadn't. It wasn't Rachel at the door, all he heard was a 'hi' and then felt the thumb of the bat smash over his head, darkness enveloped him.

Margaret started to make noise through the ball gag in her mouth, John may have fantasised about something like this but only on a consensual basis. He rushed across the room and removed the hand binds and ball gag, the chains were locked. Margaret pointed to the shelf where several sets of keys were hanging, on the third attempt John found the right key and released her. She looked frail, he helped her up and out the door, she placed a well aimed kick into the downed Richard's sternum before staging past a lying girl and into the living room. They sat and talked for several minutes about what they were going to do. The police was mentioned, but John had better ideas.

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Richard felt groggy, he felt more than that, not since he'd.....well he didn't like to think of his past, it was his present he was concerned with, or he would be once he came to his senses. He looked around; he seemed to be tied to something, somewhere. As he eyes cleared and his view straightened, he recognised the scene. Tied to the back wall in 'the room', spread eagled vertically, exposed of everything. His musing was brought to an end by a voice.

"You see a couple of things, number one I don't like seeing men naked, it's nothing personal, I mean I'm not overly oh fae with it in the changing room, but I see it as one of those things that has to happen. We're a sports team, we need to change you move around your going to see something unpleasant, that's just the way life is. That being said, it's not my favourite past time. Number two is, I spend far too much time reading the news, now I remember hearing about a brother sister combo who got suddenly left a town 50 miles from here. Allegedly they'd been accused of raping a poor girl, leaving her emotional broken. Now my educated guess would be that it was you and missy over there."

Richard notice Rachel on the floor, her entire body was body, arms tied to her, she was out cold.

"Oh don't worry I've already enjoyed your sister, and I may again later, but for now we need to have a little discussion about what you did to my friend. At the moment she's standing outside, mixed between crying and all outrage. She wanted to go to the cops, but I'm more a now man, and I think we can clear up a little misunderstanding don't you, and come to a clean fair punishment."

Richard was beginning to realise his predicament, they usually pick loners because no one would come to their rescue, no one would really stand up for themselves. They'd made a mistake with this one, he was wrong, twisted.

"Now I'm going to ask you as politely as I can, did you touch her."

Richard took a few moments to think of an answer, he didn't, he'd just wanked over her, he always waited for Rachel, she was the lead, but somehow he knew this guy wouldn't believe him. This guy, who was this guy, well it be a start.

"If you going to intimidate me, and threaten me, at least give me the decency of your name."

The strike wasn't hard but it was sudden, a back hand across the face, it smarted, and a red hand shape was left across Richards face.

"My name is John, and for every time you stall, or you don't answer to my satisfaction the pain will increase, trust me this scene is not so wrong to me, I had an ex who would make your little game look like child's play, of course we kept it consensual. Not like you, I've got no problem with a bit of fun but you've actively hurt people, now I'm now hero but when you touch my friends we got a problem, and it looks like for now the upper hand is mine, so I will ask you again. Did you touch her?"

"Of course I touched her, I had to too get her in her, I had to place my arm around her neck so the oxygen would slowly be cut off, enough to make her pass out and bring her in here, to strip her down and then wank in her face to wake her up."

He waited, and waited but the hit never came, John was smiling at him.

"What are you waiting for, get it over with."

"Oh we've done with your trial; an admittance of guilt is just fine. I'm not going to punish you why you admit yourself. I am however going to punish you for your crime. Well I say me..."

He bangs twice on the door, Margaret enters, swallows the lump in his throat.

"The scene is yours Margaret, you may use anything you so wish to deliver what punishment you see fitting."

She looked around the room, it was hard, she just wanted to ball up her fists and pound on him, but she knew that she had to make this last, to make the bastard pay for what he'd done. She selects a small horse whip, its many tassels look worn, she swings back and unleashes.

The howl of pain coming from Richard as the whip lashes against his chest would be deafening and surely heard if not for the sound proofed walls. She attacked him again and again, finally taking blood from his hairless chest. Breathing hard after twenty of so blows she stops, looks at the husk of a man and starts to cry.

John holds her. Whispering into her ear she nods before leaving not only the room but the whole flat.

"My friend is going to have a hot bath and some food before sleep; I think the rest will do her good. You and her are done, however I may need you in the punishment of your sister, but for now I'd like you to stay quiet."

(Weakly) "I can do that."

"Yes you can."

And with that John punches Richard in the face; he hangs down as much as possible against his bonds. John turns to Rachel.

"Now my dear, my turn..."

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As Rachel came to see was in woozy, she felt something on her head.

"Yes I was nice enough to put a plaster on your head, wasn't much of a bump but some ice and a cover were the least I could do as a gentlemen."

"If you were a gentleman you'd let me go...."

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