The Real World III
By A.J. Brown
Dangerous neighbor returns


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A sequel to "The Real World"

After spending the entire night driving around aimlessly in his empty little
world, Dan finally was able to get to sleep around 7 o'clock that morning. He
finally woke up that day, looked at the clock, and saw that he had slept until
4 o'clock that afternoon. He rose out of bed and rubbed his eyes. As horrible
as the previous night was following the humiliating beat-down from Cindy,
today was a new day and after nine hours of sleep Dan felt refreshed and ready
to face the new day. Although the cute little redhead had completely
demoralized Dan the previous night the damage was strictly mental. The reality
of the situation was that as long as Cindy didn't do any severe physical
damage to Dan, like almost killing him and putting him in the hospital, that
as humiliating as her beatings were they were not the end of the world.
Perhaps as time when on he could build some rapport with the bully, get her to
like him, and maybe she would stop beating on him after that. It was
inevitable that Cindy would be beating up Dan again but the beatings were not
the end of the world.

It took Dan about an hour to convince himself that everything was OK as long
as it was only Cindy beating on him so one can only imagine how demoralizing
it was when he opened his apartment door and saw the much more dangerous
Sherry walking down the hall to her apartment. Last time he saw her she was
wearing a bathing suit but this time she was wearing green tight pants that
went halfway down her legs, an extremely tight white shirt that showed off her
enormous breasts, and a cute white hat. As scared as Dan was of his first
dominator he had to admit she looked hot as hell in the outfit she was
wearing. The two made eye contact.

"I thought you moved to California" Dan commented to Sherry trying to hide the
fear in his voice.

"Yeah, I was gonna but it wasn't for me" Sherry replied and Dan thought how
she didn't give it much of a chance. "I heard I ended up breaking your rib and
putting you in the hospital last time we met" Sherry said plainly. A broken
rib did not sound as intense as a collapsed lung but Dan wasn't about to
correct the girl so instead he nodded. "Well, I won't do that again" she
continued. "You don't do me any good in the hospital. I'm still going to beat
you up later but I'll just have to focus more on your arms and legs." Sherry
walked away and walked into her apartment. Dan was crushed. He thought he had
done a good job mentally preparing himself for all of the hardships that he
was going to face that day but he was definitely not prepared to see the
bad-ass little black haired girl who had beaten the ever living shit out of
him the last time they met. He walked back into his apartment, closed the
door, and paced back and forth, nervous as can be.

Often when one is nervous they will obsess over their fears and overlook the
obvious which is probably why Dan did not lock his door immediately following
Sherry's threat. He greatly regretted that decision when his door swung open
and Sherry was standing there wearing a two piece, aqua-colored bathing suit.
He noticed she had a gotten another tattoo on her shoulder.

"So I don't want to put you in the hospital again" Sherry stated as she closed
the apartment door. "So I'll make sure to beat you down a bit lighter this
time. I'll definitely beat your ass though."

The fight was now assumed and the two opponents grabbed a hold of each other.
They put each other in a headlock and brought each other to the ground. Dan
thought that he would have the advantage in a headlock war since he was almost
a foot taller than her and he thought his arms would be stronger than hers as
well. However, Sherry's arms were stronger than he anticipated and she gained
the early advantage. Dan gave up on the headlock and pushed Sherry to the
ground which was a mistake because now she was able to take control of him by
wrapping her legs of steel around his torso. Dan knew that there was no part
of his body that was strong enough to fight off her legs so he tried the one
thing that could possibly save him from her grip which was tickling her feet.
Not only did Sherry not seem to be ticklish but she did not even seem to
notice he was tickling her. Dan was quite surprised at this considering he had
only met one other girl in his entire life that was not ticklish but that girl
was tough as nails as well so it did kind of make sense.

Since the tickling was not successful Dan had no chance against his stronger
opponent and Sherry quickly used her powerful legs to bring Dan to the ground
and pin him down. She maneuvered her legs around his neck so she was
controlling him, but not choking him, and then wasted no time grabbing him by
the hair and then repeatedly bitch-smacking him in the face. The tough little
girl immediately unloaded on his head taking turns whacking him on the top of
the head and then the face. Dan's last fight with Cindy was extremely
humiliating but nowhere near this painful and within no time he was whining
like a baby and close to shedding tears. Whack, whack, whack, whack, the
smacks continued to Dan's hairline and face, and they hurt more and more every
time.

The last time the two had fought there was music playing, but this time there
was no noise whatsoever besides the noise of his head getting bitch-smacked,
and Dan wanted to hear anything besides that just to take his mind off it.
"You're not saying much" he said in a whiny voice, still whining from the
beating he was getting.

"You want me to say something?" she asked in a feisty tone of voice. "How's
this? You suck!" After her little wise-ass comment, Sherry continued to hold
down Dan and beat on him some more and he could not help but laugh a little
bit underneath the whining he was doing.

Dan's face was really starting to hurt and the reluctance Sherry had last time
to hit him in the face was non-existent now so he used his hands to cover his
face from any more of her torture.

"Oh are you gonna cover your face up on me you little bitch?" Sherry asked in
a tough girl voice. "That's all right there are other places I can hit you."
She began smacking his shoulders, spanking him, and then punching his
shoulders. Dan's hands were protecting his face but that was not going to last
long because being punched by this tough little bad-ass was extremely painful
and pretty soon he was going to have to protect his shoulders from the
punches. He whined more as she punched him and eventually Dan had no choice
but to grab at Sherry's hands to fend off her punches and leave his face open
again.

"Hey, no grabbing at my fingers" Sherry yelled at him sternly. Dan was not
sure why grabbing at her fingers was against the rules because it seemed
harmless enough but he realized that rules were rules and if he broke them she
could also break the rules and attack his chest which he definitely did not
want. He grabbed at her wrists, unable to get any kind of grip on them
whatsoever and she began hitting him in the face again. "That's right leave
that fucking face wide open so I can hit it you little bitch" she said and it
sounded sadistic how happy she was to be hitting him. Sherry continued going
to town on Dan smacking away at the top of his head and his face. He whined as
she hit him but he did not shed tears. He wished he would shed tears as he
felt like that may actually make him feel better but he did not do so; he just
whined like a little bitch. "That's right you just lay there and fucking cry"
Sherry taunted not showing any compassion for Dan whatsoever.

Dan tried to push Sherry off of him and was unsuccessful so the best he could
do was cover his face with his hands again. "OK, you cover that face again,
you'll just give me another fucking target" Sherry said in a tough voice and
she reached down at his chest. "Where are those titties, let me feel those
titties" Sherry asked rhetorically as she squeezed his nipples through his
shirt. Dan screamed in pain as she tortured his nipples. "Ha-ha, keep
screaming you little bitch" Sherry laughed with satisfaction. She gave him a
few more hard punches to his shoulders. "Uh-oh, I almost kicked you in the
chest by instinct, I wouldn't want to do that" Sherry said, half meaning it. A
shot of fear went through Dan as he realized that all it would take was a
couple of more of her powerful kicks to put him back in the hospital and he
could not stand the complete control she had over him.

After about 10 minutes of Sherry's punching and nipple torture and Dan's
screaming, she got off of him. Dan looked up at the bad-ass girl and saw she
was covered in sweat. He had never seen anyone sweat this much and it looked
like someone had poured a bucket of water on her. "I'm not done beating on you
but I have to get some of this sweat off of me" she said with a smile. Sherry
then picked up a blanket off of Dan's couch and wiped herself down with it. As
Dan lay on the ground and watched Sherry clean herself up he realized he was
hot too. He took off the t-shirt he was wearing and now was wearing nothing
but a pair of gray wind-pants. Dan got to his knees and looked down at his
chest. He saw the repulsive scars on his chest that would be there forever
because of her and knew he had to do whatever possible to get revenge.

"You did this to me" Dan said as he pointed to his scars and tried to sound
tough as he said it. "And now you are going to pay." Dan charged at Sherry and
she gave him a smile signaling that she was not the least bit afraid. Dan
grabbed Sherry's wrists and she intentionally fell on her back then wrapped
her legs around him again. She brought him to the ground in her vice and then
started the whole process again, pinning Dan down and smacking at his head and
face. Dan started up his screaming and whining again.

"So let's see you make me pay you little bitch" Sherry said in her tough-girl
voice as she smacked away at Dan some more. "You're not going to do anything
besides lie there and cry like a little fucking bitch. Isn't that fucking
right?" Dan continued to scream louder and louder as the pain was still
getting worse with every hit. He covered his face again. "I'm glad you took
your shirt off" Sherry continued. "It just gives me an even better target."
She punched and slapped at his shoulders some more and continued to squeeze
his nipples as Dan helplessly lay there and whined.

Sherry mixed things up by taking her hand, yanking at Dan's spiky hair, and
forcing his head down on the ground. She set her bare foot on the ground in
front of his face and Dan knew that she was about to make him do something
horrible. "Kiss my fucking foot" Sherry ordered. Dan looked at the foot
sitting in front of him. He had to admit it was one of the most beautiful
looking feet he had ever seen in his life. Her toenails were painted nicely.
The top of her foot looked so soft, so pure, and so smooth. The foot was quite
sexy and as much as Dan's lust made him want to obey Sherry's order, his
logical side still told him that being forced to kiss someone's foot was the
most degrading thing known to man and there was no way his was going to comply
that easily.

"I'm not doing that" he whined, then asked "who's in charge here?" and then
realized how silly that question sounded coming off of his tongue.

"Do you really have to ask that?" Sherry asked back angrily and began pulling
his hair and smacking him in the face again causing him immense pain. "Now
kiss my fucking foot!" Even though Sherry was hitting Dan with an open hand,
she was hitting him so hard he felt like she was going to knock him out so he
knew he had no choice but to obey her degrading order. He kissed the top of
her cute foot and she finally took a break from hitting him as he did the
deed. He lightly kissed them 5 times and then stopped. Dan quickly realized
that stopping was a mistake as she started hitting him in the head harder than
before and more rapidly than before as well. "Did I say you could fucking
stop?" she asked sounding more angry and scary than ever. Dan put his lips
above her foot and she slowed down.

"I don't want to do it, it's too embarrassing" Dan whined and he could feel
the tears pushing their way to come out.

"I don't fucking care if it's embarrassing" Sherry yelled as she yanked his
hair again. "Kiss my foot and do it right this time!" Dan began kissing
Sherry's foot some more and instead of just giving it little pecks like he did
last time he started to give it more of a meaningful kiss. He did this for
awhile and while he did the humiliating deed, Sherry stopped hitting him,
except for a couple of times. After about 5 minutes Dan stopped the kissing,
figuring he had done it long enough, but he was dead wrong. When he stopped,
Sherry started smacking his head and face again, so hard that he was screaming
and seeing stars. "I didn't say you could fucking stop yet!" Sherry yelled at
him sounding more frightening than anything Dan had ever heard.

"Ohhhh, I'm so scared" Dan whined and although he could feel the tears trying
to push their way out of his eyes and stream down his face, he STILL did not
shed any tears.

"You better be fucking scared if you don't kiss my foot" Sherry stated and Dan
got back to work. He kissed away and while he did this Sherry stopped hitting
him and although she still had a hold of his hair she was not yanking it to
the point where it hurt.

Time passed and Dan continued to kiss Sherry's foot. As he kissed away he
caught a good look of her incredibly sexy foot and then an extremely
interesting question entered his mind. Why was he fighting this? He should be
enjoying it! He took another look at the breathtaking foot, and how soft,
pure, and smooth it was. Her foot was the best looking thing he had ever seen
in his life and he realized that he would much rather be kissing that foot
than any set of lips or tits that existed in the entire world!! He began to
kiss Sherry's foot more passionately than ever using his lips and also using
his tongue to kiss it. He kissed the foot like he was kissing the love of his
life, which at that very moment happened to be that foot. A feeling of elation
passed through Dan's body as he realized that he was the luckiest guy in the
world right now.

Sherry must have realized how much Dan was enjoying his duty because she
violently grabbed him by the hair and then rolled him back over on his back.
She lied her strong body on top of him and pinned him down. Dan struggled
using all his strength trying to push Sherry off of him but he was
unsuccessful and Sherry just lied on him, pinning the skinny guy down,
enjoying the fact that she was stronger than him.

Sherry proceeded to roll Dan back on to his stomach and then she gave him two
hard punches to the Charlie Horse. "I bet that hurts" Sherry laughed as she
punched him in the weak spot and Dan whined not only from the pain but also
knowing how bad that was still going to hurt later on. Sherry then squeezed
his head with her strong legs and smacked him on the top of the head some
more. She was doing more trash-talking as she did this but her powerful legs
were squeezing Dan's ears and he couldn't hear a word she was saying.

Sherry loosened her legs a bit so she could hit him in his arms and back some
more and then just started going to town rotating back and forth, first
smacking his head, then his arms and back, then back to his head again. Dan
screamed and whined as loud and as wussy as can be, but despite everything no
real tears were shed. As Sherry hit him she began her evil laugh which brought
back horrible déjà vu from their last fight. It was humiliating when Cindy
beat him up and laughed with her little girl laugh but that's all it was - a
little girl laugh. There was something about Sherry's laugh that was
completely evil; it sounded devilish and not human. The pain from the beating
and the fear from the laugh caused Dan to whine and whine more like a little,
weak, bitch.

Sherry flipped Dan back onto his back. She covered his mouth and nose to cut
off his breathing. She laughed with her evil laugh as she did this. She then
sat on his face cutting off his breathing even more. That part actually wasn't
so bad considering the bathing suit she was wearing was thin as can be.
However, he still couldn't breathe. Was her plan to suffocate him? Dan wasn't
sure but if it was, there was nothing he could do to stop the tough girl.

Sherry got off Dan's face and proceeded to pin him down again with her legs.
She continued to hit him and laugh away as she did so. After a few more
minutes the hitting she stopped and got off of him. "OK I'm done for now"
Sherry said sounding very nonchalant. She sat up and Dan looked up at her. The
tough girl was absolutely covered in sweat. It looked like she had just got
out of a pool. Sherry gave Dan a large, evil smile which he did not return.
"What am I the only one who smiles here?" she asked sarcastically. Pussy
little Dan looked away in shame. "Well I'm done here" Sherry said with a smile
and she left the room. The girl definitely just came in, took care of her
business, and wasted no time getting out of there. Dan looked at the clock.
6:30 p.m. He lay on the ground, beaten up by a girl yet again.

A few hours later Dan drove in his car to a concert that was playing downtown.
There was a local band playing outside and he was meeting a bunch of his
friends there. He hoped that would take his mind off what his life was
becoming but as he drove all he could think about was what a pussy his was.
Two cute girls who were each almost a foot shorter than him were bullying him
and taking over his life and there was nothing he could do about it. He felt
as sad and miserable as can be. He wanted nothing more than to cry like he
never cried, let the tears pour down his face, and hopefully as he released
them it would release some of the pain. But Dan still could not manage to cry.
It's not like he wasn't the crying type of guy. In fact he cried quite often
whether if it was over one of his friends having a misfortune in their life or
something as silly as a sad movie. However, whenever the misfortune was his
own it seemed that he never cried, instead he would just mentally sink with no
way to bring himself back up.

Dan arrived at the concert and he thought seeing his friends would help cheer
him up but it did not. He stood there watching the band, drinking a beer, and
still feeling cheerless. He looked around at all his friends and everyone else
dancing around having a great time. He guessed that out of the thousands of
people that were there that not a single one of them was getting bullied by
two little girls. Out of all these people why was he the one who was nothing
more than a little bitch? It was so unfair.

Dan's misery continued until beer #5 went down and then he had an abrupt mood
swing. He suddenly was no longer thinking about the bullying and the
humiliation. His mind was now thinking about something much more pleasant than
that. He was thinking about Sherry's feet. They were so incredibly beautiful.
They were the perfect sexy shape, and they were so soft and pure looking. They
were absolutely gorgeous and Dan, the extremely lucky guy that he was, had the
privilege of being able to KISS them today! He looked around at everyone else.
He saw good looking people, he saw extremely wealthy people, and he saw
couples that were absolutely in love with each other. Dan knew that not a
single one of these people, who thought they had it so good in life, had the
honor of kissing the most beautiful feet in the world today. He was the
luckiest person there! Dan continued to drink away and he quietly stood there
listening to the music, in his own happy little world, daydreaming about those
precious, precious feet and how wonderful it felt to kiss them.

Later on that night Dan lay in his bed. The drunkenness was wearing off and
his happiness was wearing off even faster. He knew he was going to get beat up
again real soon and that left nothing to be happy about. He remembered earlier
that morning how refreshed he felt after a good night's sleep, and knew that
he just had to fall asleep again and tomorrow would be a new day. However, as
he began to doze off he felt like he was getting smacked and getting his hair
pulled again and he quickly woke up in panic. He ignored it, closed his eyes
again, and he quickly began to doze off but again was awakened feeling like he
was getting smacked. Sherry was gone, probably off sleeping in her apartment,
but she left her mark in Dan's mind. For the rest of the night every time Dan
almost feel asleep he would immediately dream about Sherry's vicious smacks to
the head and hair pulling and it would awaken him in horror. Dan remembered
his 8th grade health teacher telling him that the only way you can truly stop
the human body from ever sleeping was by giving it an electric shock every
time it started to fall asleep. Sherry had basically done the same thing to
Dan because he did not sleep a wink that night.

Around 9 a.m. the next morning Dan gave up on sleeping and got out of bed. He
was exhausted, disoriented, and completely in the dumps. He thought back to
the previous day, how despite everything he had gone through, how great it
felt to wake up from a good night's sleep and start over. Last night the evil
bully girl took that luxury away from Dan and he wondered what kind of
physical and mental torture was in store for him next.