Neighbours And Rivals (2 page)

"What do you think to my playroom then?"

Phil asked as he followed her up the stairs. She quickly moved away from the top of the stairs to allow him to finish the climb but also so he could no longer look up her skirt.

"It's ... It's unexpected."

"True but very useful nevertheless. Shall we get started then Carol?"

What ... what do you want me to do?"

"Well you see that clothes rack over there? The one with the suit hangers on it?"

She nodded.

"They are numbered and you are going to model for me in the contents of each bag starting with number one. Ok?"

She gulped and nodded again.

"Right, go and change into outfit number one then please Carol."

Looking around she couldn't see anything that remotely looked like a changing room, her heart sinking she had to ask the question; knowing the probable answer.

"Where is the changing room?"

"Right here sweetheart, now get a move on please."

She moved over to the clothes rail with leaden feet. None of the bags looked particularly full so she reached out with a shaking hand to the bag labelled number one and slowly drew the zip down. The bag was empty and she spun round to face Phil with the shock registering on her face. He laughed out loud and still grinning finally told her.

"Just my little joke sweetie, the outfit you already have on is the one you will start in. You can put outfit number two on when you've taken that one off for the camera. Now come over here and sit on this stool please."

She hesitated a moment too long.

"Now Carol."

Her legs still shaking, she slowly walked over to the stool in front of the pale blue background. Gingerly she perched on the edge of the stool realising that the seat height very deliberately caused her to stretch out her legs improving the tone for the camera. Phil looked at her for a moment and then picked his camera up.

"I see you have forgotten how to smile young lady."

"Sorry, I'll try again."

The grimace that appeared on Carol's face was hardly a smile but Phil started clicking the shutter anyway. Over the next few minutes he had her turn this way and that in order to show off each profile but Carol just couldn't or wouldn't relax. He mounted the camera on a tripod and very carefully focused in on the area of Carol's midriff as she sat looking straight at him. He put the camera into automatic mode and checked the over sized memory card was up to it set the camera to take one picture per second.

"Carol, let me sit there please."

She frowned at him for a moment and then moved nervously to the side. He hopped onto the stool and sat there looking straight at the camera with his legs spread wide apart.

"Come and stand here please Carol, facing the camera.” He said indicating the space between his legs. Carol nervously complied and as soon as she was close enough wrapped his arms around her waist, pinning her arms to her sides.

"That's better now just smile at the camera and stay still and let me do all the work. There's a good girl."

Carol realised that now instead of stripping herself for the camera, Phil had every intention of stripping her instead and she closed her eyes as the feeling of shame washed over her but she made no attempt to escape his embrace. He released the vice like grip around her midriff and his hands slid up to her shoulders and gently began to rub the bare flesh around the thin strap of her camisole.

The unwanted touch was enough to begin the stimulation of her body and within a very short space of time her nipples were beginning to press against the thin fabric of the camisole and she guessed, correctly, that this would be visible from the camera's viewpoint. She stood there passively as Phil lowered his lips to her neck and began to gently kiss and nibble at the soft flesh as his hands wandered down the sides of her body.

"Put your hands on my knees for support please Carol. Good. Now spread your legs a little, good. Now a little bit further."

The instructions were obeyed without hesitation as she felt him slowly pull the camisole hem out of the waistband of her skirt. As his hands again met in the middle, this time on the bare flesh of her belly she could not help herself as her breathing quickened. One hand moved away only to reappear at the back between them whilst the other angled upward to rest just below the jutting breast. She felt the pooper of her skirt let go and then the gently downward pressure as he drew the zip down. She expected him to immediately remove the skirt all the way but instead his hand now came back round to her navel and began to slide the skirt material upward, baring more and more of her legs.

He pulled her backward a little and she realised that her back was now in contact with his crotch and there was a distinct bulge pressing into the small of her back. Her skirt was now up above the level of her crotch and she realised the thin lacy panties that matched the camisole were now on show to the camera. Her breathing deepened still further and she slowly relaxed her head back against him in an obvious signal of surrender. Phil continued to play her body like a musical instrument and as one hand cupped her breast and the other cupped her sex through her panties that she began to moan in passion.

"Raise your arms above your head."

Complying with his instructions, she knew what was coming as he grasped the hem of the thin camisole on each side and slipped it upward and off over her head, revealing her breasts to the camera.

"Keep them there."

She did as she was told as his hands dropped back down to her waist and lifting her out and away from his body eased the skirt down until it fell around her feet leaving her standing there in just her panties. One hand dived for the waistband of her panties and as he began to finger her sex and the other hand began to tweak her nipple Carol was lost. Her head arched back and as her body tensed she began to thrust her loins in and out in counter time to his fingers, attempting to induce him into inserting his fingers further into her drenched pussy. His other hand continued to maul at her breast and as her orgasm began, she dropped her hands behind her head in an attempt to touch her tormentor at least somewhere. The thin slacks he wore didn't prevent the heat of his erection burning its way into the small of her back and as he stripped the panties with one hand down her legs she knew that at that moment he could do whatever he wanted with her, or to her. The sheer salaciousness of that thought drove her over the brink yet again.

Carol was convinced that any moment now Phil was going to fuck her and was therefore doubly surprised when he let go of her and stood up.

"Please go and put the outfit in bag number two on, now, Carol."

"What...?"

"Bag number two, please Carol."

Crossing over to the clothes rail, leaving her own clothes discarded in a tangled pile she opened the zip on the second bag and drew out the items from it. The stockings and thin short nightie were obvious but the sleep mask left her slightly confused.

"Put the nightie and the stockings on please Carol and bring the mask with you over here."

Carol looked up to see that Phil was now standing next to a single bed in another part of his home studio and was standing watching her naked body. Suddenly embarrassed by being naked in front of him, despite the fact that he had just induced her to two orgasms, she quickly pulled the nightie over her head and into place. One quick downward glance confirmed her first impression; it wasn't just translucent it was transparent! Glancing in the bag again in the vain hope of finding underwear to go with it she sat down to draw the hold-up stockings up her legs. Watching the beautiful young woman pulling them up, ignoring the fact that her opened legs were displaying her still damp pussy was a joy for Phil and his penis continued to twitch in his pants.

Finally she was ready and walked over to the bed next to Phil ready for her next ordeal. She was very surprised to find that her level of resistance was dropping as she did so and realised that Phil was paying a great deal of attention to the fact that her nipples were hardening again.

"Lay down on the bed please, Carol and put the sleep mask on and pretend to be asleep if you will. Lie on your side with one arm over your head and the other underneath it. Good. Now bring the top leg over to rest on the bed. Good. Bend your knee a bit further. Good. Now I am going to take several photographs of you and I don't want you to react. Understood?"

Carol nodded.

"However I adjust the bed, or your clothes or your body, you are not to react, are you clear?"

She nodded again, somewhat unsure as to her devious neighbours intentions but understanding her instructions very clearly. She was completely as his mercy and as soon as she realised this felt a wave of self revulsion as her body kicked into sensory overdrive and her pussy twitched in anticipation.

She felt Phil move round to the foot of the bed and then she felt his hand on her ankle. She twitched slightly at the touch but otherwise obeyed her instructions and kept still. Slowly he pushed her leg higher up the bed, quite obviously showing more of both legs as this action dragged the nightie upward. The increased flow of cold air to her butt and belly told her that more and more of her was coming into Phil's view. Click and again click. The sound of the shutter firing seemed much louder to the prostrate woman as Phil now moved his hand to her thigh and brushed the nightie clear of her ass. Trying hard to sense his every move the way the bed moved told her he was now crouched down at her feet and firing off shot after shot of her naked ass.

"Turn over onto your back please Carol, but keep your hands above your head."

Slowly she complied, trying consciously to please him by imitating the way someone asleep would roll. As her backside came down on the crinkled hem of the nightie she realised that in doing so she was exposing her entire pussy mound to the camera. The number of shutter clicks she heard rose almost to a frenzy as she completed the manoeuvre confirming in her mind that this was Phil's intentions. Any moment she expected to feel his fingers brushing at and then penetrating her pussy lips and despite herself she shivered in anticipation. Not for the first time, Carol had underestimated her neighbour's deviousness.

"Stretch your arms up please, Carol."

Carol did as she was told and was momentarily puzzled by the clinking noise as Phil busied himself above her. Suddenly two cold metal jaws closed down on her wrists and when she tried to move her arms down found she couldn't.

"Keep still please, Carol."

Her mind fogged as she tried to come to terms with the fact that not only was she submitting to his orders but he had now handcuffed her to the bed. Worse was to follow as after taking several shots of her recumbent but now helpless body he reached out from the foot of the bed and began to draw her left stocking down and finally off. Unable to see what was happening and remembering her instructions she didn't realise his intentions until again it was too late. Suddenly she felt the feather light touch of the nylon circling her ankle and then tightening. He had used her own stocking to tie her foot to the bottom corner of the bed. Three quarters spread eagled she could think of no way to prevent him repeating the same manoeuvre with her right leg and suddenly within the space of three or four minutes she had gone from being a passive participant to being a helpless one.

Carol drew in a huge shuddering breath as she felt Phil's weight encroaching onto the bed directly between her legs. The way her legs were pulled out to the corners laid her pussy open to her view and indeed to whatever he wanted to do to it. That feeling of sheer helplessness was something she had fantasised about but had never actually experienced; until now that is.

Her breathing rattled in and out in gasps as Phil, not even touching his helpless prey watched in astonishment as she worked her way up into an orgasm that required no physical stimulation. As she slowly sobbed her way back down from the self induced peak Phil continued with the next phase of his plan. Suddenly Carol felt something large and cold touch the outer labia of her pussy. As the smooth object slid into her she realised it had to be some form of sex toy and she was in no way able to protest. It was considerably larger than her own but was not so large that it was uncomfortable, certainly not in her currently aroused state. As Phil completed the process of sliding the full eight inches into her, he climbed back off of the bed and moved round to the side of the bed near her head.

"I think you will enjoy what's about to happen to you Carol. You see that is a remote control vibrator I have fully inserted into you and I have the remote control here in my hand."

She gasped as she realised the full extent to which she was now at his mercy. Worse was to come though.

"I'm hoping you will enjoy this as much as we will."

"We...?"

"That's right sweetie, a couple of my friends have joined us and are going to be watching the show!"

With that he turned the vibrator on and as the humming sound filled her ears and the waves of pleasure began to emanate from her inflamed pussy, Carol finally accepted she was lost, completely and utterly, lost.

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Over the next few minutes Phil skilfully adjusted the intensity of the vibrations in Carol's aching pussy. Every time she appeared to be about to reach an orgasm he slowed it right down and brought her back down from the peak.

She was panting for breath, moaning almost continuously and writhing in an attempt to reach the release an orgasm would at least temporarily give her from the pleasurable torture.

A few minutes earlier Carol's mind had been in tune with her body and she had achieved orgasm without outside physical stimulation. This time around her mind was elsewhere; whilst the physical stimulation was producing responses her mind was concentrating on trying to hear the other people present in the room. Phil had told her there were others watching her, unable to shield herself from the prying eyes let alone the vibrations emanating from her pussy, she was desperate to know who was there, or at least how many.