Chapter 8
Brenda's neighbors were taunting her. She was sure of that now. Why else would they continue to allow her to come home, yet still keep Bill captive at another house?
That had happened twice, and it would have been just too much of a coincidence for both the Wymans and the Stones to come up with the same idea. Besides, sometime during the first time alone at her house, Bill had been moved from the Wymans' to the Stones'. That showed they were in collusion in the sexual torture of the newlywed couple.
And now they were teasing her again with a false feeling of freedom, counting on her loyalty to Bill to keep her in the neighborhood as long as he was trapped in their chains. Of course, she was also naked, and it was difficult to imagine herself walking the long distance to the opening of the suburban, secluded road to go for help. And there was no telling what trouble she might find up there on the boulevard with her naked ass and tits exposed.
But there was another option that occurred to her as she lay there on her bed and worried through the afternoon. Perhaps the Stones and Wymans had counted too much on the humiliation she would suffer outside without clothes, and maybe they were mistaken on what she thought was necessary to protect Bill. Only being rescued would help Bill right now, and it was highly unlikely that she'd be able to do that alone. No, she needed help. She mulled over the possibility as the sun sank slowly in the western sky.
There were only four houses at the end of the long, lonely road. There was the Stone mansion, of course, and the Wymans' place on the other side of the street. Bill and Brenda's bungalow was the third house, and it was the fourth house to which Brenda's mind turned. There was another young couple living there who couldn't be much older than she and Bill, and it was possible that they might be able to help if she could get over there unobserved.
She thought, trying to remember their names. She'd only talked to them once. The Moodys... the Millers... no, the Moores! The wife's name was Sally and the man's name was Hank.
There wasn't a stitch of clothing anywhere in the house, and Brenda had maybe fifty feet to sprint. And when she knocked on the Moores' front entrance, she couldn't be showing her pussy, since she didn't want to shock them so much they'd slam the door in her face. A large bath towel was the best answer Brenda could find.
The back door was the best, she decided, and she sneaked out onto the small porch. One hand held the top of the towel between her tits while the other pressed the cloth to her cunt. She dashed bare-footed out into the yard and behind some bushes on the other side from the high wall. She glanced behind her but no one was looking, so she cut through between her house and the one owned by the Moores.
Thankfully, the sun had slipped far down the sky and the late afternoon was filled with shadows. Keeping an eye on the front of Wymans' yard, Brenda hurried the fifty feet that separated the houses. Almost out of breath, she climbed the short steps and scampered to the front door, ringing the doorbell.
Her heart leaped almost into her throat when she heard the lock of the door being clicked open. Then the door slowly opened inward and she had to keep herself from pushing her way in. When she saw the small form of Sally Moore inside, Brenda almost broke down and cried.
"What in the world?" the short blonde said when she saw Brenda.
She looked Brenda up and down from head to toe. Brenda's hands pressed the towel firmly to her tits and cunt during the inspection, until her young neighbor laughed.
"It sure doesn't look like it, but I guess you've got a bathing suit on under there," Sally said pleasantly.
"No!" Brenda squealed in frustration. "Please let me inside. I have to get away. Nobody must see me!"
Sally stepped back out of the way, and Brenda scurried into the living room. When she turned back around, Sally had closed the door and was staring at her curiously from over by the couch.
Sally's hair was blonde, the color of faded straw, and it had been clipped squarely around her head at the level of the bottom of the ears, which gave both her and the hair a bouncy look. Brenda hadn't realized how much the same size they were until she got this close. The other woman was only a couple of years older than Brenda, and her body size looked the same. There was, perhaps, only a half-inch or so difference in height, and not even a five-pound variance in weight. Sally's chest was only partially covered by a thin halter that showed jutting nipples in the material. And the tight yellow shorts she wore creased into her pussy slit and the crack of her ass as they hugged the cheeks of her ass. Her small feet were bare and the toenails were painted a bright red, which was almost an inconsistency with her casual appearance.
"I need help!" Brenda said desperately, feeling weak from relief.
She glanced down at the easy chair beside where she stood, but knew she should not sit down. The towel barely covered her pussy, and it would pull up if she bent her legs. Her ass and cunt would both be exposed, and she didn't yet know what the other woman would do.
"Why don't you just tell me about it?" Sally asked, edging around to the front of the couch.
Brenda had to control her trembling before she could begin. "The people on the other side of our house next door, and the people across the street, tied me up and did terrible things," she explained. "And they still have my husband locked up in their chains. If I could just borrow some clothes, then I can call and get some help from the police."
Sally's blue eyes seemed to sparkle as she rubbed thoughtfully at her chin. "I thought I recognized you as the girl the Stones rented the other house to next door. Well, I guess I better do what I should. Why don't you turn around, and I'll get my tape measure so I'll know which of my clothes will fit."
"Oh, thank you!" Brenda gasped, turning to face the fireplace, which had a small blaze licking around a couple of pieces of wood. She was so relieved that she didn't know whether to giggle or cry. Behind her, she heard the other woman rustle her hands through a drawer, then footsteps came back across the room.
"If you reach up, that towel will probably fall," Sally said pleasantly. "So just swing your arms together at the back of your waist."
Brenda did it, although it sounded sort of strange. But she clasped her hands above her towel-covered ass-and was abruptly surprised at the bite of metal on her wrists. Two sharp clicks quickly followed, and Brenda yipped in surprise. Quickly she tried to bring her hands back to the front of her body, but she found them firmly handcuffed in place.
"What the hell are you doing?" Brenda screamed, whirling back to the blonde woman.
Her young neighbor had a big, gleeful smile on her face now.
"I didn't think I was going to get you all to myself," Sally laughed excitedly, the fires of excitement in her eyes. "I thought I would have to wait until tonight, then share you over at the Stones'."
"Tonight?" Brenda choked. "What do you mean?"
"The party," Sally giggled. "We'll all be there. It's the neighborhood bondage scene. I knew that the Wymans and Stones would get a chance at you all by themselves beforehand, but I thought Hank and I would be sucking the hind tit. We're just renting from the Stones, like you. Then you come parading over here wearing nothing but a towel just in time to entertain me-so I'm damn sure going to take advantage."
Brenda was stunned. Her knees went terribly weak. Surely she hadn't escaped from two dungeons already only to fall into another trap. Her mind and her stomach felt woozy and she reached down to brace herself on the arm of the chair. But the small, bouncy blonde was already moving in, and she threw one leg behind Brenda's knees while she pushed a hand against Brenda's chest. Unable to balanced herself, Brenda tumbled backwards, her feet flying into the air. She landed hard on the upper part of her back, and her head slammed against the carpet. The towel had come loose in the wild gyrations, and it fell to the floor.
Brenda shook her head, trying to clear it. But it took almost a minute for her eyes to clear, and what she saw almost made her scream. Sally was already out of the tight shorts and was quickly pulling off her halter. Within seconds, the spritely young woman was completely naked and straddling Brenda's tortured body. Sally moved one foot forward and then the other, positioning her ass and cunt above Brenda's head.
"I just love to have my pussy licked," the blonde woman enthused, and she began squatting down toward Brenda's face.
"No!" Brenda shrieked, but her hands were trapped painfully under her at the back of her waist.
Sally's feet blocked her ability to roll, and all Brenda could do was stare up terrified at Sally's flowering cunt. The sight made her breath catch in her chest. Never had she seen a pussy up so close. Just quick, secret glances in high school gym, was all the pussy she'd ever seen. Brenda had never even used a mirror to look at her own pussy, so she really hadn't known how one so near would look. And now that a cunt was approaching her face, she was stunned.
There was only wispy hair on Sally's blonde pussy, much like the golden down on Brenda's cunt. As the frightened young newlywed watched, Sally's pussy slit gaped open even farther. The cuntlips were tugged wide by the stretching of the skin as the ass and crotch glided toward Brenda's face. The large outer cuntlips pulled open, revealing the tender inner pussy folds that flowered like petals. The pussy flesh was a delicate pink inside those opening cuntlips, and Brenda gasped when she saw the glint of moisture already streaked through the gash. Closely behind the broader end of the cunt slit was the puckered button of Sally's asshole.
Brenda's eyes blurred as the pussy approached her face too close for her to focus, and only then did it really strike home that the cunt was going to kiss her mouth. She gasped, her lips parting, and Sally took that opportunity to mash her pussy against the lower part of Brenda's face. The heady smell of cunt swarmed up the young woman's nose, and the hot wetness smeared around her mouth. Quickly the taste of pussy juices smeared into her mouth. And, although she remembered sucking her own cunt drippings off a prick, she had never gone straight to the source. In spite of her fear, the flavor of pussy wasn't too bad at all.
"Lick me!" Sally demanded, smearing her pussy all over Brenda's face.
The wet cuntlips bathed Brenda's skin from her chin to her eyes. The young blonde woman who was feeding cunt to her neighbor couldn't seem to keep still, and she fucked her pussy against Brenda's face until her clit and cunt hole were going wild.
Brenda thrust out her tongue; it was all she knew to do. Sally had told her to lick pussy. There wasn't, however, much reason to lash her tongue around, since Sally's cunt was constantly on the move.
"Oh, fuck, that's nice!" Sally squealed.
Brenda was amazed. The crazy neighbor woman was washing her whole face with cunt juice.
All Brenda could do was hang on and keep her tongue thrust up out of her mouth. Its tip glided back and forth in the wet pussy slit as Sally pumped with her cunt. Juices were pouring from the blonde's pussy hole and running down into Brenda's mouth. At first the young woman fought against swallowing them, then forced herself to do it to keep herself from choking. When the hot cunt cream slid down her throat, it caused a thrill in Brenda's cunt. Within seconds, her own pussy slit was piping hot and dripping cunt juices. Ever since she had seen Laura Stone's naked body, there had been a strange lust hiding in the back of her mind. And now that she was eating pussy, she realized what that desire had been.
"You're making me cum!" Sally shrieked as she shot more pussy juices into Brenda's mouth.
Brenda gulped cunt juice down greedily and collected more at the opening to her throat. Between Brenda's legs, her own cunt was starting to tingle as the first surge of a surprising cum scalded the base of her spine.
Sally trembled, rubbing her clit against Brenda's nose. Her neighbor's tongue slipped up inside her cunt hole and licked around the inner pussy walls. The quivering pussy got ten degrees hotter and blasted out more of its cream. Sally was yelping as her own orgasm rocked her, until she finally collapsed from her knees, with her cunt smashed down onto Brenda's face.
Brenda moaned as her breath was smothered out. Both her nose and mouth were filled with pussy-meat and the air was blocked from her lungs. As her eyes bulged and her body started to rock, she heard a male voice across the room...
"So that's what you're up to!" he laughed. "I should have known it when I heard those sex-filled screams."
"Hank, it's her!" Sally giggled, rolling her cunt from Brenda's face. "Somehow, she got over here before the party, and I thought I would try her out."
Brenda's head lolled over. She was frustrated, with her cunt still burning. She had only begun to cum really good when the other woman had finished. Now her mind and body ached with the need for sex, as bad as she had that night with Bill. She needed a hard cock in one of her fuck-holes, and she didn't care right then that she was still bound and had no say in what might happen.
Hank was tall and lanky, with long legs and a tight ass enclosed in a pair of jeans. He wore a gray sweat shirt over his chest, and that lack of color highlighted his sandy hair. A thought flitted through Brenda's mind that her reminded her a lot of Bill, and she glanced longingly down at the bulge of his crotch, hoping he had prick as big.
"How's her mouth?" Hank asked his wife as he looked over the naked Brenda, staring first at her tits and then at her cunt, which had poured juices our over her cunt mound and down into the crack of her ass.
"Great!" Sally said in an enthusiastic voice like a high school kid. "I've already got it sexed up with my pussy, so it should be good and hot for your cock."
"Help me get her up onto the couch," he ordered his wife, bending over and taking the shoulder of one of Brenda's bound arms. "Throw her legs up over the back and drape her head backwards off the cushions in front."
It was a crazy, awkward position that they placed her in, with her naked ass hiked halfway up the rear cushion of the couch. Her shoulders barely made the edge of the front, and her head draped awkwardly off the couch. Her neck was bent backward by the weight of her head, and the stretched throat skin pulled her mouth wide.
Brenda watched the young man upside down, as he stripped out of his jeans. His prick was longer than any she'd seen, but not nearly so thick. And, when he dropped to his knees at her upside-down face, he forced his swollen cockhead between her lips. She'd rather have had that prick fucking her cock-hungry, aching pussy, but she'd make do with her mouth. For the second time in her life, Brenda found herself totally out of control and lusting for hot sex.
Hank seemed to know what she needed and he face-fucked her brutally from the beginning. The first cock-thrust drove clear to the back of her mouth, and with her head upside-down, Brenda could see the bottom of his prickshaft drilling in. There was a heavy ridge of hard flesh on the bottom of his cockshaft that led clear to the sac of his balls. And those heavy, hairy balls banged her forehead each time he fucked his cock into her mouth.
The hard prick glided down her tongue on the moisture of her spit. The cockhead hammered savagely at the opening to the throat and pushed the back of her tongue to the floor of her mouth. That opened up her throat for the cockhead to run clear to her tonsils, and, after a moment of choking, she lost the instinct to gag and didn't care how much of that prick he shoved into her mouth.
"She's ready for some deep-throat fucking," Hank growled, shifting forward on his knees. He glanced up at his wife. "Get on up there and bite the shit out of her tits!"
Sally leaped over the back of the couch between Brenda's widely spread legs. Her abdomen rubbed along the young newlyweds fiery cunt and made it begin to explode. Sally's mouth latched onto Brenda's left tit and she sank her teeth deeply into the flesh. At the same time she sucked in, distending the top of the tit mound and the nipple unnaturally until it almost reached her throat. Her teeth gnashed the tender tit flesh, causing waves of pain in Brenda's chest. That agony combined with the pleasure from her pussy to throw Brenda into a violent cum.
Sally's weight was bearing down on Brenda and gave the stability Hank needed to drive his long cock into the young woman's throat. He grabbed both of Brenda's armpits with his hands and leaned hard onto his prick. The pressure parted the narrow opening to her throat and the cockhead popped into her neck. Not giving the newlywed time to fight, he drove his prick all the way down. Muscles bulged on the outside, showing the progress of his cock in her throat. His long fucker grated into the tight tube of her gullet, reaching down to the base of her neck. His balls dragged along her face to finally rest on her nose. Then, with his prick solidly deep-throated, Hank began to brutally fuck.
Brenda's tits were on fire with pain. Teeth bit at them without breaking the skin. Her breath was completely gone with her entire throat stuffed full of prick. And her pussy was firing mighty cums through her guts, unlike anything she'd experienced before. Brenda didn't know what was pain and what was pleasure, but at that time she didn't care. All of it together was making her body explode in sex-crazed blasts that seemed to go on forever. Even when hot male cum splashed almost to her stomach, her pussy wouldn't settle down.
Through pain, pleasure, horror and frustration, the young woman had been pushed until she was, for the time, totally demented by hard fucking sex.