“What do you want with me? Please just let me go!” I could hear the woman yelling in the next apartment. I had lived next door to the same people for about 6 months now and had never seen them but boy did I hear them. The woman whom I believed was named Sharon, always seemed to be pleading with the man, who I only ever heard addressed as Master.
Tonight there was a new voice, another man also addressed as Master. Apparently he was meaner. I debated calling the police but knew that no one would probably come. I had called them about 2 months ago when I was sure that “Sharon” was being killed. I was pretty much told to mind my own business. I got the distinct impression that the police knew what was going on over there so it must not be illegal.
I listened to the cries and begging for about 15 more minutes and then I couldn't stand it any longer. I needed to do something about it; I couldn't just stand by while someone could be being hurt. I pulled on a pair of flannel pj pants over my white cotton bikinis and grabbed the baseball bat that I kept by the door. I knew that I probably looked ridiculous wearing a wife beater and flannel pants while carrying a bat. My long curly blonde hair was piled into a haphazard bun on the top of my head as I silently entered the hallway.
The noise from next door was louder in the hallway. I could hear male laughter and “Sharon” begging to be punished? I thought that I must be hearing wrong, no one would beg to be punished, would they?
Gathering my courage I rapped loudly on the door. It opened almost immediately. Standing there was a very tall very handsome man wearing only black silk boxers. Dark hair covered his well-muscled chest and narrowed downward into his waistline.
“I can hear what ever it is you're doing to that woman and I'm pretty sure that it needs to stop,” I said quickly feeling panic pooling in my stomach. This was a big, strong man who might not take too kindly to piddly little women interfering with his life.
The man looked down on my scrawny 5'2” frame and began laughing. “Are you going to stop me with that bat little one?” he asked in a heavy French accent. “Why don't you come in and see for yourself what is going on?” with that he swung the door open wider and I gasped. There in the middle of the living room was a very beautiful naked woman tied up and being fucked from behind by someone I couldn't see very well.
Her wrists were tied to two hooks coming from the ceiling and her legs were spread eagled and each ankle was tied to metal loop coming out of the floor. On her nipples were clamps that looked extremely painful as thought they were biting into her tender flesh. With each thrust her body was straining hard against the restraints that made her cry out in pain.
I instinctively backed farther from the doorway; whatever was going on here was not going to involve me. I was too slow. The man reached out and drug me into the apartment by my arm and shut the door behind me. “Look at her,” he ordered grabbing my chin and turning my head towards the poor woman. “Sharon like it rough, the pain is like a drug to her. This is excitement, this is ecstasy to her.”
I fought down the revulsion that was climbing quickly inside of me. “Let me go, you people are sick,” I said and attempted to wrench my head from his grasp. He just laughed and led me, by my face to a sofa directly in front of the woman. From here I could see the little rivulets of her blood as they ran down her sloping breasts from the metal teeth. Her nipples were so hard and puckered and a flush had spread over her chest.
The man pushed me down roughly on the sofa and lowered himself down next to me. “For your first lesson you will just watch, no?” He asked as though it was completely natural for me to be here watching this scene unfold. “Notice how her body is pushed against her bonds as John's cock thrusts into her pussy. This causes her pain and she loves it. See her back arch in pleasure? Now listen to her cries, yes they contain pain but also something more. Do you hear that little one?” He turned and looked at me then.
I tried to listen but my heart was pounding inside my head I just knew that they would rape me and hurt me and maybe kill me. I was so scared. I fought that feeling down as I forced myself to think about what he had said about just watching. Maybe that's all these pervs wanted was some young girl to watch their kinky nasty sex acts.
He stood up and walked to the woman. He gently removed the clamps from the woman's breasts and bent his head to lick and suck the shiny drops of blood from her skin. I began to notice how the woman's cries did reflect something other than pain, something that sounded like pleasure and wanting. He then raised his mouth to hers, she eagerly met his and they began kissing passionately. The man behind her then grabbed her by the hair and slammed into one last time. I knew that he had cum and was somehow turned on by this.
He came out from behind the other two and walked over to me. I was shocked to see that the man was none other than Scott Fortuno our building manager. His dick was big even though it had already started going limp. It was shiny coated with Sharon's juices and his own cum. His body was very toned and tight. I felt my pussy stirring from looking at him and knowing that he just fucked the woman in front of me.
He dropped down on the couch beside me and placed one hand on my thigh. “You know Brit, I think that you would make a lovely slave. What do you think?” he smirked at me and I pushed his hand off of me. I wasn't sure what to do or say so I turned once more to the action in front of me.
The man was now kneeling in front of the woman and furiously eating her cunt. His head shook back and forth as he ravaged her from her clit to her hole over and over. The wet sucking sounds they were making made my pussy grow warmer and kind of tingly. I felt my hips move a little on their own. I really seemed to like this. Part of me was disgusted with myself but part of me couldn't wait to see what would happen next
Scott began to knead the back of my neck with one hand and I didn't stop him. I could not tear my eyes away from the scene in front of me. The next thing I knew Scott was on his knees beside me with his very hard cock in my face,” Suck me off bitch. You like this stuff so much let's see what you think when you're the one getting used.”
Tears filled my eyes as he jammed his monstrous dick inside my mouth and down my throat. I fought off the urge to vomit and sat there helplessly with his prick in my mouth. He reached down and grabbed me by the back of my head and began to slowly run his cock in and out of my mouth. It was so hard to breathe and I was so scared. Soon he was pumping himself into me faster and harder than I had ever experienced.
“Fuck yeah, I'm going to cum bitch, I'm gonna cum all over you.” With those words he slammed into my throat one last time and I felt a rope of sticky fluid fill my gullet. I tried to swallow it all but there was too much I could feel it running out of my mouth and down my chin. He pulled his dick from my mouth and grabbed me by the arm forcing me to stand up.
“Go on and get out of here now, this was the first step of your training I know you'll be back for more.” He pushed me roughly toward the door and I fled with tears and cum streaming down my face. What bothered me the most was that he might be right.