The Neighbor
JennyBlyth@aol.com
Chapter 4

   Steven grabbed at the doorknob.
   "Bye," Dara said.
   "Bye, bye, sweetie," Marilyn said.
   Steven said nothing as he pulled the knob, he just wanted 
to get out of there, but nothing happened. He pulled again 
and it still did not budge.
   "What the fuck," Steven yelled.
   Steven frantically jerked at the door as Dara and Marilyn 
walked slowly towards him.
   "Don't bother, honey," Dara said. "It's locked."
   "Did you really think we would let you go, Steven?" 
Marilyn laughed.
   Steven whirled around to find Dara and Marilyn grinning at 
him.
   "Leave me alone," Steven said.
   Steven found himself being stalked like a mouse by two 
black cats in high heels. He dropped his clothes and started 
moving frantically so they could not corner him.
   Dara and Marilyn enjoyed tracking Steven down as they 
methodically reduced the room in which he could maneuver. 
Marilyn pulled a chair out of the way so Steven could not 
dodge behind it. Dara shoved a piece of furniture to plug 
another avenue of escape.
   Dara and Marilyn backed Steven into one corner of the room 
and he looked desperately for a route of escape.
   "What's the matter, sugar," Dara cooed. "Afraid of a 
couple of  little black women. Why you are bigger than either 
of us."
   "Fuck you," Steven said.
   Steven saw a door and hoping it led to the outside he 
opened it and dashed through it. A peal of laughter arose 
from Dara and Marilyn as he realized he had entered one of 
the women's bedrooms. They chased him inside. Dara shut the 
door and locked it.
   "Now I've got you in my room," Dara smiled." And you are 
going to spend a lot of time in here."
   "This isn't fair," Steven said. "You wouldn't be so damn 
brave by yourself."
   "We are not really interested in being fair, sugar," Dara 
smiled. "The only thing we are interested in is your body and 
your vile tongue. But if you insist I'm very happy to take 
you on all alone."
   Dara began unzipping her red dress and as she stepped out 
of it Steven realized why she was so strong. Her attire of a 
brief, white wonder bra and light blue panties revealed a 
flat, firm stomach, strong muscles along her thighs and a 
well built pair of shoulders. Dara was solid as a rock and 
incredibly curvy.
   "Marilyn," Dara said. "Why don't you get me a pair of 
nylons out of my dresser. I'll use them to tie Steven up."
   "Great idea, Dara," Marilyn said.
   Steven eyed Marilyn as she went over to Dara's dresser.
   "Tie me up?" Steven said nervously. "What are you going to 
do?"
   "I'm going to take you down," Dara said confidently. "Tie 
you up and gag you so you won't be able to move a muscle. 
Then Marilyn and I will decide what to do next."
   Dara was confident Steven was so confused and scared that 
she could handle him fairly easily. Dara stepped towards 
Steven and he backed away from her.
   "Afraid of even one little black woman, white boy?" Dara 
mocked him.
   Steven tried to break by Dara but she grabbed his right 
hand. She sat back on the nearby bed, braced her lovely black 
right foot against the bed board at the foot of the bed and 
began pulling.
   "Come on, big boy," Dara teased.
   Steven saw the muscles along Dara's leg bulge as she 
straightened her leg. Though he tried to pull away her leg 
was too strong for him and he felt himself being pulled 
steadily towards her.
   "Come to bed with mamma," Dara taunted. "There are a few 
things I want to teach you."
   With one big, final push of her right leg Dara tumbled 
Steven into the bed beside her. Before he could recover she 
was all over him. She pinched him cruelly in the ribs, pulled 
his hair painfully twisted his left ear lobe and then smashed 
her right knee into his stomach to double him over. She 
pushed him onto his stomach and straddled his back. Dara then 
snaked her left arm around Steven's neck and applied a tight 
strangle hold. He tried to roll her off but Dara road him 
expertly. She squeezed hard for several seconds and when she 
let go Steven's head bobbed limply.
   "Give me a nylon, Marilyn," Dara said.
   "Here we go," Marilyn said.
   Marilyn handed Dara a stocking and while Steven tried to 
regain his breath Dara turned around and sat on the back of 
his legs as she deftly wound the stocking around his ankles 
and tied a knot. Steven's legs were now immobilized.
   "Now let's get those arms of his behind his back," Dara 
said.
   Dara turned around and straddled Steven's back again. She 
reached for his hands but in desperation Steven clutched his 
hands together under his stomach. Dara laughed at this futile 
move.
   "That won't stop me," Dara said.
   Dara reached under Steven's body with her right hand, 
grabbed his right pinkie and began to bend it back painfully.
   "Come on, sugar," Dara teased. "Give it up."
   The pain shot through his entire arm.
   "You fucking bitch," Steven cried out.
   Dara's bending of Steven's pinkie made him release his 
hold.
   "Thank you," Dara said mockingly.
   Dara dragged Steven's right arm from under him and twisted 
it painfully behind his back.
   "Let me have the other nylon, Marilyn," Dara said.
   "Here," Marilyn said.
   Dara took the other stocking from Marilyn and wrapped it 
around Steven's right wrist. Dara the moved her right knee up 
to pin Steven's wrist against his back. She then reached 
under his body again and extracted his left arm by the same 
grip on his left pinkie, pulled it behind his back and 
knotted the wrists together with the stocking.   
   Steven started to sob at being so woman-handled.
   "Why our little boy is crying like a baby," Dara teased." 
And I've hardly started."
   "Let's give him a pacifier, Dara," Marilyn said.
   As Dara turned Steven over onto his back Marilyn removed 
her low cut sleeveless pullover to reveal her voluptuous, 
naked chocolate breasts. Dara knelt at the back of Steven's 
head, facing him, a knee at each side of his head. Marilyn 
sat astride Steven's waist and lowered her breasts toward his 
mouth.
   "Open up," Marilyn said.
   Steven clamped his mouth shut.
   "That's no problem," Dara said.
   Dara clamped Steven's nostrils shut with her right hand. 
As his supply of air faded Steven shook his head violently 
but Dara's knees restricted his movement. Steven was finally 
forced to gulp for air and Marilyn pressed her right breast 
into his mouth.
   "Suck it, Steven," Marilyn ordered. "But don't you dare 
bite."
   Steven did as he was told. He sucked and kissed and licked 
Marilyn's breasts for what seemed like an hour. Finally 
Marilyn sat up. However, Steven's trial was not over as Dara 
shoved a pair of rubber falsies into his mouth and secured it 
with a bright red silk scarf which she knotted behind his 
head. 

The Neighbor
Chapter 5
   Steven was now bound and gagged with feminine lingerie. 
Dara and Marilyn gazed down in triumphant satisfaction at 
their helpless, miserable victim.
   "Lovely job," Marilyn said. "Don't you think, Dara?"
   "We can be quite proud of it," Dara replied. "Our little 
white boy has been captured and hog tied."
   Steven tried to roll off the bed but Dara took a firm grip 
of his hair and pulled him back onto the pillow. Then she 
plumped her firm and shapely black buttocks clad in their 
lacy panties fully on his chest, adding to his discomfort in 
having nylon bound arms beneath the weight of his body by 
putting her full weight on it. Dara raised her clenched fists 
up and outward in the traditional pose of the victor, causing 
her lovely, full breasts to jut out over Steven like a 
canopy.
   "You helpless, woman whipped, sissy," Dara teased.
   Gagged as he was all that Steven could do was register an 
expression of fear. He knew how completely he was at their 
mercy.
   Dara got up off Steven and joined Marilyn at the side of 
the bed. There was a look of expectancy in their eyes as they 
looked down on Steven. They looked at each other, smiled and 
started to walk towards the bedroom door. Before they walked 
out of the bedroom Dara turned and looked at Steven.
   "Wimp," Dara said teasingly to Steven.
   Dara and Marilyn left the bedroom closing the door behind 
them. Steven heard the door being locked and then the click 
of high heels on wooden floor as they walked away.
   All kinds of thoughts were running through Steven's head. 
Was he dreaming? Have his neighbors in fact really kidnapped 
him? No, it couldn't be. This is impossible Steven thought to 
himself.
   "This can't be for real," Steven mumbled. "I'm sure."
   Steven found it difficult to understand what he mumbled 
because of his gag. Steven's mind was working overtime. Maybe 
he is at the hospital in a deep coma? Then this would be all 
in his head. Yeah, that makes sense, he thought.
   However, he was quickly shaken back to reality. The 
lingerie tied tightly around his wrists and ankles, the soft 
surface of the bed, even the smell of sweat from his body 
told him that this is was no dream. This was really 
happening. 
   These women are crazy, Steven thought. I have to get out 
of here.
   He rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a thud. A 
sharp pain shot through his right arm and shoulder. He 
managed to get up on his feet and hopped over to the window. 
He was able to work his gag free causing the bright red silk 
scarf to hang around his neck like a scarf. From the window 
he was able to see his house.
   Just about an hour ago Steven was about to sit down and 
read a magazine, having a quiet evening  himself and maybe 
study a little. Now he was a prisoner of two Afro-American 
women.
   Steven turned around and started to back up to the window, 
so he could try to open it with his bound hands, but he lost 
his balance and tripped. Head over heels he crashed into 
vanity knocking everything to the floor. Bottles of perfume, 
a mirror, photos all crashing to the floor.
 
   Marilyn and Dara were sitting in the kitchen drinking Diet 
Cokes.
   "We can't keep Steven here, Dara," Marilyn said. "It's 
just too close to his house. Something could go wrong."
   "We could take him to---------," Dara started.
   All of a sudden there was a crashing sound in the house. 
Marilyn and Dara looked at each other with startled 
expressions.
   "What the hell was that?" Marilyn said.
   "It sounded like it came from the bedroom," Dara said.
   "It's Steven!" Marilyn shouted.
   Marilyn and Dara rushed from the kitchen to the bedroom. 
Dara was the first to the locked bedroom door and she 
unlocked it. As they entered the bedroom they saw the damage 
and Steven writhing on the floor among the items from the 
vanity.
   "What the hell..."Dara says.
   Steven's adrenaline was pumping. He was angry with the 
women and his crash brought pain to his ribs adding on to the 
frustrations inside of him. As he saw Marilyn and Dara 
walking slowly towards him he managed to get to his feet. 
Furious he hopped towards them like a wounded and dangerous 
animal.
   "I'm getting out of here now," Steven yelled.
   Steven managed to hop angrily towards the door. Dara and 
Marilyn were momentarily shocked by Steven's anger and the 
speed that he could hop but they reacted quickly by moving 
out of Steven's way. Marilyn stretched out her leg as Steven 
approached the door, tripping him. Steven fell through the 
doorway and flat on his face to the floor.
   "Omphhhh" Steven gasped.
   The force of the floor meeting Steven's chest caused the 
air to rush out of Steven's lungs. Dara grabbed Steven under 
his arms and dragged him back into the bedroom, his face 
buried in her cleavage, while Marilyn closed and locked the 
bedroom door. Dara and Marilyn were very upset with Steven. 
He nearly escaped and almost deprived them of what was 
rightfully theirs, him.
   "You fucking white trash," Dara shouted.
   Dara shoved Steven against the wall next to the bed, her 
left arm against his neck and her right hand grabbing his 
hair pushing his head against the wall.
   "It is obvious, Steven," Dara said. "That you have no 
respect for either mine or Marilyn's needs. But you will 
learn."
   Dara kissed Steven hard on his lips her tongue invading 
his resisting mouth. Steven was determined to get out of 
there and not to let Marilyn and Dara imprison him. Steven 
managed to pull his mouth away from hers.
   "You slut," Steven said in disgust.
   "Slut," Dara giggled. "Did you hear that, Marilyn? He 
called me a slut."
   Steven tried to head butt Dara but she saw it coming and 
quickly stepped away from him. Marilyn quickly stepped 
forward and punched him in the belly with her left fist.
   "Aaaahhhhhh-------", Steven gasped.
    Steven's strength left him along with the air escaping 
from his mouth. Again Marilyn drove her fist into his 
stomach, causing Steven to double over in pain and slump to 
his knees.
   "Oh my God," Steven moaned.
   "Say you're sorry for calling Marilyn a slut, Steven," 
Marilyn said. 
   "Fuck you, bitch," Steven said in a low voice.
   Marilyn leaned down and slapped Steven across his face.
   "What did you say, Steven?" Marilyn asked. "I didn't hear 
you."
   Steven decided that it was better to say nothing and 
remained quiet.
   Marilyn and Dara sat on the bed and started to discuss 
quietly what they were going to do next with Steven. Steven 
could not hear what they were saying through his dizziness 
and pain. After a few minutes Marilyn and Dara ended their 
discussion and walked over to where Steven was laying on the 
floor in the fetal position. He shuddered in fear when he saw 
their legs next to him. They leaned down and pulled him to 
his feet and kissed him on his cheeks.
   "We don't enjoy hurting you, Steven," Dara said. "But your 
attitude and actions need changing."
   "Fuck you bitches," Steven responded.
   Dara and Marilyn giggled.
   "I think Steven needs to clean up his act," Marilyn said. 
"Let's take him to the showers."
   With Steven in between them they half carried, half 
dragged him out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom 
where they shoved him into the shower. He slumped to the 
floor of the shower and watched as Dara and Marilyn 
sensuously took off their clothing in front of him. Steven 
could not help but be aroused by their ebony bodies revealed 
before him. They saw his flaccid manhood start to stiffen.
   "We better cool him off, Marilyn," Dara said wickedly.
   Marilyn leaned into the shower and turned on the cold 
water. The ice cold water hit Steven as he slumped in the 
tub.
   "Ahhhhhh---------," Steven cried out.
   Marilyn and Dara laughed as they saw Steven's stiffening 
cock shrivel as the ice cold water hit his body. Steven 
pulled his legs up and tried to curl up into a ball trying to 
protect his now sensitive balls from the ice cold water.
   "Please turn off the cold water," Steven begged.
   "Sure," Marilyn said.
   Marilyn turned off the cold water and then turned on the 
hot water.
   "Oh, my God," Steven screamed as the hot water hit his 
body.
   Marilyn laughed as she quickly added cold water to the 
hot. When the water was nice and warm Dara and Marilyn 
stepped into the shower. They pulled Steven to his feet. 
First they washed themselves and then they attended to Steven 
with the soap and wash cloth. They washed and caressed every 
part of his body. Their soft, feminine brown hands were all 
over his white body. Marilyn's left hand pulled back Steven's 
foreskin and she washed his cockhead thoroughly with the wash 
cloth in her right hand. His cock started to respond 
unwillingly at Marilyn's intimate washing.
   "Oh yeah, I think he likes this," Marilyn said teasingly. 
"Don't you ,Steven? Do you like it when I do this?"
   Steven's only response was a groan and both women laughed. 
Dara kissed him lightly on the cheek.
   "My cherry pie," Dara said sweetly.
   Marilyn and Dara then took a towel and dried Steven off 
along with themselves. With his ankles and wrists still bound 
Marilyn and Dara dragged Steven back into the bedroom. While 
Marilyn hugged Steven from behind, holding him up, Dara sat 
on the pillows at the head of the bed and leaned back against 
the bed frame. Dara spread her legs wide exposing her naked 
pussy and looked at Steven with hungry eyes.
   "Want to eat me, Steven?" Dara asked.
   "No," Steven muttered.
   "Move it," Marilyn said.
   Marilyn trundled Steven forward, bear hugging him from 
behind, towards the foot of the bed. Two feet from the bed 
Marilyn stopped his forward progress and released her bear 
hug hold on him.
   "Get down on your knees now, Steven," Marilyn commanded.
   Marilyn placed her hands on his shoulders to emphasize her 
order, and forced Steven to his knees. Dara spread her legs 
wider and stroked her inner thighs with her hands.
   "Now, Steven," Dara smiled. "You will make me feel so 
good. Come to mama."
   "Move closer," Marilyn ordered.
   Marilyn gripped Steven's hair and pushed his face toward 
Dara's pussy. He pushed his head backwards.
   "No," Steven protested. "No, I wont."
   "Yes," Marilyn answered teasingly. "Oh yes, you will."
   Steven struggled but Marilyn managed to force his face up 
to Dara's pussy. Dara was smiling expectantly.
   "Oh yes, my little white boy, Dara giggled. "Come to 
mommy."
   Marilyn forced his face to move forward the last couple of 
inches. She pressed Steven's head towards Dara's pussy as 
Dara move a little closer to his face. Steven resisted.
   "Don't give us any trouble, Steven," Marilyn said.
   Dara grabbed Steven's hair as Marilyn let go of his hair. 
Marilyn reached around in front of Steven, grabbed his balls 
and gave them a painful squeeze. Steven groaned and yielded. 
Dara pulled his face deep into her pussy.
   "Lick my pussy," Dara demanded.
   Without any choice Steven started to lick Dara's pussy. 
Dara watched Steven with a smile on  her face as he started 
to please her.
   "You can do better then that, boy" Dara giggled.
   Steven felt total humiliation. His face buried in his 
neighbor Dara's pussy. Steven could not believe that these 
two black women, his neighbors, were forcing him, to satisfy 
their needs. Marilyn pinched his balls as a reminder what 
will happen if he does not do his best.