Nathan Slivers

Neighbor in chains

CHAPTER ONE

"Yes?" Margo said to the woman who stood on her doorstep.

"Mrs. Hannenburg?"

"Yes." Margo crossed her arms and stared nastily at the rather lovely brunette. The woman was one of Margo's neighbors, part of that group that had behaved so disgustingly last Saturday night.

"I'm sorry if we disturbed you. I'm Nikki, Nikki Ross, Fabian's wife." She extended her hand, but Margo ignored it. "Was our party really that loud?"

"Loud?" Margo smirked. "I thought there was an orgy going on, it was disgraceful. When I turned my television off, your party was so loud I could hardly sleep."

"Oh, I am sorry," Nikki said, "but what we thought was that we'd like to invite you to a really quiet dinner party we're giving this Saturday, just about six or seven of us. We'd get to know you that way, and we thought it would be rather nice."

"I don't really think I can accept…"

"Oh, but you must come," Nikki interjected. "We never meant to bother you." She waved the letter Margo had written to them. "We only realized when we got your note. We would like to say how sorry we are."

"How about six, next Saturday. Please say you will."

"Very well," Margo said stiffly, still keeping her arms crossed.

"Err, just one thing," Nikki said nervously, "you signed Mrs. Hannenburg, is Mr. Hann…"

"My husband and I divorced five years ago."

"Oh… well, see you then." Nikki turned and left.

Margo closed the door, annoyed at herself for accepting the invitation. It would mean an evening with the neighbors, and she definitely didn't like them. Still, Nikki had been friendly enough.

On Saturday, Margo spent a long time getting ready. She spent some time deciding what to wear. Her lovely blonde hair and strong, beautiful face needed something special to set them off. She decided on a dark-red lipstick and makeup to match. She rimmed her eyes darkly with mascara and accentuated her cheekbones to her satisfaction. After that, it was just a case of choosing the right underwear and the lovely, long blue dress to set her off to her best advantage.

She was putting the finishing touches to her image as she stared in the mirror, thinking that she wouldn't mind having a man make a pass at her tonight. She might lead him on a bit, might even accept a date or two, after all she hadn't been on a date in a while. She smiled at her reflection. If he was rich enough, she might even marry him. That would be another great game – to have him jerking off in the bathroom just like Jack had done. Have him pleading with her to let him stick his disgusting cock up her. She shuddered at the thought. Men were just so depraved it was incredible. All they thought about was sex.

She was deliberately late for the dinner party and all the rest of the guests were already there. Margo looked around and decided there were one or two candidates for a little game.

Fabian, Nikki's husband was out, of course. Fabian was in his thirties, a tall, slim man with smooth manners whom Margo disliked at once. He looked at her carefully as they were introduced, making Margo feel uncomfortable.

The other men were candidates. There was Rolf, with fair hair and strong muscles rippling beneath his suit jacket. Arnold was slim and wiry, with dark, receding hair. Finally there was Kurt. He was young, probably five or more years younger than Margo, and he was quiet. He looked almost wistfully at her and Margo thought he would probably be the easiest one of all, he looked so innocent. She smiled at him and let him get her a drink.

There was another woman at the party, and Margo definitely didn't like her. She was a slut, about the only word Margo could think of to describe her. She had hair that was originally brunette, a little darker than Nikki's. However, it was streaked with blonde as it flowed over her shoulders, making her look very cheap indeed.

Her pretty face was made up too much, and her mouth pouted whenever she spoke. Her wide spaced, dark-brown eyes, her straight nose and full, sensual mouth were set off by the clothes she wore, a little blouse and skirt set. The skirt, flared and short, barely covered her stocking tops. The curves of her legs were accentuated by a pair of heels that were even higher than the ones Margo wore.

During the dinner, the little slut behaved disgracefully. It wasn't clear which of the men she belonged to, for she flirted with them all.

The men seemed to lap it all up, laughing and playing with her. By the end of the meal, Margo was feeling quite left out and was getting ready to make her excuses and leave.

She had actually gotten up and was about to speak when the little slut came up to her.

"You know, I don't think we've been really introduced. I'm Ginger."

"I know," Margo said nastily, staring down at where Ginger's blouse had come undone enough to show the cleavage of her young tits. "We were introduced. I just didn't find your behavior interesting enough."

Margo turned away.

"Ooh!" Ginger giggled, leather cat tail clinging her arm. "Really, I wasn't interesting enough? Hey, guys, I'm not interesting enough!"

"Will you let go of me?" Margo snapped, twisting her arm free of Ginger's grip. "I have to go now."

"Just a minute," Ginger said, grinning and gripping Margo's arm again. "Why wasn't my behavior interesting? The boys find me interesting enough."

"I'm sure they do," Margo replied. "After the noise last week."

She looked over the rest of the party as they sat at the table, watching with a strange laughter in their eyes.

"They look like the types that would like sluts." Margo pulled away from Ginger again.

Fabian got up and blocked her path. "You're talking of a friend of mine. Slut, hey?"

"I'm sure you know," Margo said stiffly and tried to push past him.

He blocked her way, and Kurt and Arnold got up from the table also.

"Excuse me," Margo said, "I have to go."

"You know," Fabian said, "you're right, Ginger is a real slut."

Ginger giggled. "Ooohh, Fabian! Flattery will get you everywhere and often."

She giggled again, sliding her little skirt up over her thighs, showing the creamy whites of her thighs and the black curves of her stocking tops.

"I don't know what you are thinking of doing," Margo said in her most commanding tone of voice, "but it had better be quiet, or I'll call the police this time."

She tried to push past Fabian again, but he stood there and suddenly Kurt and Arnold had her by the arms.

"Yeah," Fabian said, grinning. "Ginger is a real slut and you're gonna do everything that she does. Everything."

"Don't be stupid. I'm certainly not that kind of woman. Now make these perverts let go of me. We won't be talking to each other again, I'm afraid."

"Oh, but we will," Fabian replied with a grin. "You know we traced your husband."

Margo groaned.

"Yes, we found him and he told us about you. He said that he'd say you were with him from this evening onwards if we wanted. Might be useful."

"Let me go!" she snapped.

"He said you were a real tease, leading him on – lacy nightgowns and things. Then when you were married, whammo, nothing."

"Let me go!" Margo yelled.

"So, for the rest of this weekend, you're gonna do everything you promised and never delivered." Fabian chuckled and Ginger grined again. "Pity Jack couldn't be with us. He has a lovely lady now and she's not into sharing. Oh well. Take her downstairs, boys."

"What?" Margo was so taken aback she didn't start screaming until the door was open and she was being hustled down a flight of steps into a basement.

The door at the top of the stairs slammed shut, then Fabian locked it.

Margo stared in rising horror. The basement was a combination orgy room and torture chamber. One side was full of rich carpets, padded chairs, sofas and a massive bed. On the other side, there were chains and bars, a diagonal cross with bindings all over it and several thick pillars with rings in them. All over the walls were whips and bindings.

Margo turned in a fury.

Rolf settled into a chair while Arnold and Kurt took each end of the long soft sofa. Ginger snuggled down between the two men, sliding her little skirt up so that her panties were showing. They were black, but they were so tight they didn't really conceal her pussy mound at all.

"Let me out of here!" Margo screamed, fear fighting with her fury.

"Not on your lift," Nikki said, crossing over to her husband and sliding her arms around him. "Undress me a little, darling."

Nikki slipped her arms around his neck. Her soft lips nuzzled his neck and her lovely large fawn eyes were closed as she murmured gently.

Fabian grinned and slid his hands over the back of his wife's gray dress. He took the top of the zipper and slid it down slowly.

"And they call me a slut," Ginger gasped. "Ooh! Will you look at that? Hey, boys, you gotta get me ready too!"

The zipper slid down Nikki's back, revealing the lacy top of her slip. The back of her bra showed through it as the zipper went down, sliding to the small of her back and on until it reached the top of the crack of Nikki's ass.

"Ooohhh, naughty!" Ginger giggled as Arnold's fingers opened the buttons of her blouse, sliding them down until the little white garment came out of the waistband of her skirt. She giggled and slapped his hand away as it slid into the cup of her bra. "Margo thinks I'm a slut. She might think that I like it, or something."

Ginger pouted and slipped his hand back into her bra, sliding the clasp open so that he could get at her lovely young clit without any rest at all.

"Let me out of here!" Margo snapped as she watched the disgusting show.

"No, honey!" Ginger giggled. "Remember, you're going to do everything I do, so watch."

She arched her back so that Kurt could work her short dress over her thighs and calves, revealing her stockinged legs perfectly.

Kurt dropped the skirt over an empty chair, and Arnold eased Ginger's blouse and bra off.

Now the little whore was dressed only in tiny black panties, stockings and spiked-heeled shoes. She spread her thighs wantonly as she lay across Kurt. She took his hand and slid it over her panties, letting him play with her as he wanted. At the same time, she gave Arnold a long, lingering kiss and thrust her large, luscious tits into his hands.

"Will you let me out of here!" Margo screamed. "I am not behaving like that!"

"Like this then?" Nikki asked, parading forward, holding her dress up over her tits. "You are rather more of a lady, aren't you?"

Nikki laughed as she reached Rolf where he sat in the chair, enjoying the performance. She slid the dress down slowly, revealing her tits in her lacy slip and bra as she moved. They were smaller than Ginger's, but even higher and more thrusting, heaving out of the top of the little bra. The dress slid lower and she stepped out of it, dropping it over a chair. She paraded and turned for Rolf, showing her lovely body off in her gray stockings, gray slip and matching bra and panty set. She pivoted her high heel into the carpet as she turned and went back to Fabian.

"Okay," Fabian said, "now we can start on this bitch. Oh, fuck, Ginger, don't you ever stop?"

Ginger was orgasming on the sofa, her thighs clutched tight around Kurt's hand as he fingerfucked her and caressed her pussy, his hand pushing the tight material of her panties into her cunt as he rubbed the hard bud of her clit. At the same time, Arnold was working her clit, pinching her nipples hard, twisting them, making her shriek with lust as she clutched him and kissed him harder. Her body rocked on the sofa, her legs trembling with lust.

"Aaahhh, yes!" She came, her legs jerking, her pussy throbbing against Kurt's hand, her tits throbbing. "Ooohhh, boys, I'll have to give you a lot of thank-yous for that – ooh, yeah!"

Ginger lay back with a sigh of release and purred, keeping her pussy pressed against Kurt's hand the whole time.

"As I said," Fabian chuckled, "now we can get on with this bitch."

Margo grimaced. "I just want to leave. Now!"

"No." Fabian grinned. "You're going to begin by taking that dress off for us, and anything else we want. Before we start fucking your ass off."

"Don't be filthy!" Margo snapped and slapped out at his face.

His hand gripped hers before she knew it. She gasped in his iron grip, trying to pull loose.

"Let me go!" she wailed.

He slapped her hard, shaking her head as he held her effortlessly. The hand came back, slapped her again, a full palm slap across her face.

"Aaahhh!" she screeched, her head ringing, her anger surging with the pain. She struggled to get free.

"Now," he said, "are you listening to me?"

"Let me…"

He slapped her again, the sound ringing around the dungeon-like basement.

"Aaahhh, you beast! I'll report you to the police!" Margo screamed.

"Sure," Rolf said, rising to his feet. "What was it you wanted to complain about, lady?"

"What? You?" Margo gasped, tears in her eyes.