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Neighbours
by XtremeCSSA (address withheld)
***
Rachel had done this a hundred times, lure the guy in,
get him distracted and then literally knock him out.
This time would be no different but she had to admit,
John was some guy, not the best looking guy ever but he
was certainly good in bed. Still wouldn't be fair to
the old baseball bat if she didn't swing for him.
Plenty of practice had made her a deadly hitter. (MF,
nc, rp, inc, oral, anal, orgy, bd)
***
Jumping down the spiralled stone staircase, John landed
hard outside Flat 1, Margaret followed behind, her long
legs, and dark hair and modest breast make a lovely
picture. The looking at the Flat 1 door by the Flat 5
locals had become a bit of an in joke. Margaret had
constantly teased her sex buddy over the gorgeous looks
of the new tenant, with a passing mention of a guy in
their too.
Knowing John's love affair with the dark haired
beauties, Margaret took great pleasure in teasing him
over her beauty, such beauty he had yet to bare witness
too. He quipped that with two guys leaving the flat 1
property the other day, that she must be the block
hooker, and that it was a matter of time before he'd
get her for free. She, playfully, slapped him.
With a pat on her lovely butt, John pulled Margaret in
for a quick embrace before moving on with the tasks of
the day, beer, food and football.
***
That night, he laid her down on his bed, gentle
caressing the insides of her legs, warming her up for
the main show. Margaret had been another friend, who
once she had caught news of his ways, once intent of
getting in the sack with him. John had a reputation; he
didn't use women, he taught them, and in the process
took them to heights previously unfounded.
His thoughts however were troubled, inside him for a
long time, deep was the desire to go further, and while
the odd session of rough sex with Margaret and others
helped, it wasn't the reprieve he was looking for.
On her 9th orgasm of the weekend, he decided that was
enough and allowed his release.
Meanwhile, two floors and 4 flats down, wicked things
were happening. Having moved in a month ago, it taken
the two of them time to set back up. The walls of the
room were sound proofed, nothing in, nothing out. The
eye hooks had been secured on the walls, the chains in
place, even the stocks was rebuilt, a modern day
version of the medieval will breaker.
The two incumbents had smiled at the finished article,
they smiled more at the poor boy chained up in the
middle of the room, at this very time he was been
forcible fucked in the ass by a long purple strap on.
The male aggressor was taking pictures, more for the
scrapbook. Finally he placed the camera down, pulled
down his pants and let his growing cock spring to life,
pulling the poor boys head up he placed his cock at his
lips, with a firm warning tell him not to bite, he
slowly pushed his head between those lips.
Rachel pounded the poor teen while Richard enjoyed the
oral workings. The unnamed teen was a new student, in a
new city, looking to make friends, when a beauty like
Rachel approached he was easily ensnared into their
trap and from there, it was two easy form the talented
siblings.
The poor boys whimpering continued into the night.
***
The next morning the heavy curtains opened in a dark
room, Rachel smiled at the poor boy, cum leaking out of
his mouth as he tried to sleep in a horrible
uncomfortable position. She helped him up, put a robe
around his body and led him to the bathroom. Washing
him down, she explained.
"You understand that what happened last night was just
a one off, we didn't mean to be so rough on you (a lie)
and we never intend to leave physical marks (truth),
now just forget about it, tell your friends you got a
hottie, and I'll never deny it. Try anything stupid,
well I've got your name and your home address, I'm sure
Mommy and Daddy doesn't want to see what you were up to
last night."
Rachel rubbed him down, what she was actually doing was
checking for physical marks, she couldn't get a taped
admittance to him accepting physical pain, he'd seemed
quite turned off on the idea when mentioned, so this
one had to be carefully done, not as depraved as some.
Happy not marks were left, she gathered his washed
clothes and sent him on his way. Walking sorely he
waddled away, she again smiled, his ass had taken it
not so well, nothing up there before. She began to
close the door when she heard voices, making sure she
did quietly, she put an ear to the door, to listen.
John and Margaret were off again, and as always as he
passed Flat 1 with that cheeky smile on his face,
Margaret looked disapprovingly.
"I'm tell you, she's got to be the Block Whore, when do
you ever see her, early morning when some guy is
leaving, usually worse for wear, or really late at
night when she's bringing them in, and the guy... well
I could care less about him actually."
John's cheeky smile ruins the serious tone of his
speech.
"You just want in bed with her to do nasty things."
"Doesn't have to be the bed, the kitchen table, the
sofa, hell the bath, if she's what you said she looks
like..."
While the statement would be true for John, he says
these things to wind up his sexual reluctant partner,
he finds it helps motivate them to try new things, and
new things is exactly what he's angling at.
"I'm tell you, she's got to be the Block Whore, when do
you ever see her, early morning when some guy is
leaving, usually worse for wear, or really late at
night when she's bringing them in, and the guy...."
"Cheeky fucker, I'll have his balls."
"You just want in bed with her to do nasty things."
Rachel clicks the lock and makes sure the door is
closed good and proper.
"Really Mr. John, nasty things to me, I don't think so,
I think it'll be nasty things to you."
"You're up early, again. Our guest left for the day?"
Richard always looked worse for wear in the morning,
but he had that bright little look in his face that
he'd enjoyed himself.
"Yes and I have our next target, the guy from upstairs
in 5 certainly looks an interesting subject."
"Bit close to home isn't it, and another guy? Its girls
turn to be treated." Richard was sometimes a little
concerned that all these guys sucking his cock; he was
enjoying it, don't get him wrong. He enjoyed the
debauchery of it all, but women were his first choice.
"Don't worry about proximity, people have always known
where we've lived but no one has ever said anything and
by the time their guilt for others kicks in, we'll have
moved on again. As for you, his girl does seem
delicious, how about a two'fer. We've got more than
enough restraints."
Images of him and his sister, anal fucking the girl and
the guy got Richard hard, he could never do anything
with Rachel, the thought of doing his sister made him
sick, but having sex in the same room as her drove him
to new levels of crazy.
"It's a deal; a few days then, too plan."
***
It was another of those mornings for Margaret, up early
to go to work, while John lay in bed enjoying more
sleep, she was particularly cranky because she didn't
get sex last night. A late night for John, too much
computer games and beer. It is alright for him; he'd
get up in an hour or so and masturbate in front of some
weird ass porn. He had strange tastes.
She closed the door behind her, broken and only
lockable from the inside; she was walking down the
steps to see a lovely sight. The girl from flat 1.
Margaret had had her share of lesbian lovers, and this
girl was grade A gorgeous. Margaret was happy to shyly
slink past the girl with a slight nod to acknowledge
her; the girl however almost grabbed her.
"Hi I'm Rachel; I was wondering is your boyfriend
home?"
Caught by slight surprise, it turns to annoyance, she
and John had once been a couple but that had been a
long time ago, these days they were firmly fuck
buddies.
"He's upstairs, I'm Margaret, and he's just my fuck
buddy."
"Love the honesty sweets, I'll let you get off to work,
I need a word with your buddy."
Margaret wasn't overly sure, but she didn't have time
to argue, he was a big boy he could look after himself.
Maybe that's what she was worried about. She turned and
darkness enveloped her, she felt a pain in her stomach
before collapsing to the ground, falling to
unconsciousness.
"I got her sis, I'm going to set her up, don't be too
long with that boy."
Rachel smiled down at her brother as he lifted Margaret
up like a sack of potatoes, taking her inside. Rachel
continued up to the 3rd floor, flat 5, she knocked. No
answer. Knocked again.
"Fucking postman." John whispered; well this time no
dressing gown, this bastard has awoken me up for the
last time. Stark naked John answers the door, and
almost immediately regrets it. He quickly pushes the
door too and runs for his dressing gown, placing it
around him he returns to the door.
"Sorry about that... I... err... thought you were the
postman."
"Is that the usual way to greet the postman around
here?"
"No, but it's more than he deserves."
"So I can see."
Rachel eyes him up and down, he's not bad looking, long
hair, ok body, not muscular but not fat by any means,
but it's his cock that stands tall between his legs, a
bad (good) case of morning wood.
"Can I help you?"
Rachel is snapped out of day dreaming by her neighbour.
"Yes sorry, My Name is Rachel I'm the new girl in flat
1, I was wondering if I could have a quick chat."
"Yes please come in, I'll go and get some proper
clothes on."
"Don't bother."
Her manner became stern; John feared the worse, only to
have it confirmed.
"I've heard what you and your little whore joke about
on the stairs when you pass my flat, you think your
funny with those little quips, about me being a whore,
and guys leaving early morning, every morning...
well..."
John couldn't answer, he was caught hand in the cookie
jar, he tried to apologize, what happened next was even
more unexpected.
Halfway through a sorry, Rachel walked up to him, with
one hand grabs his ass, the other on his back and
pulled him in for a full on embrace. Half stunned he
didn't realise what was going on, he quickly cottoned
on when the hand on his ass moved to his cock.
Within moments he had her down to nothing but skirt,
skillfully sliding her panties off while leaving the
skirt on. She pushed him against the wall, his dressing
gown joining the rest on the floor. She positioned
herself and jumped on, John ramming his cock into her
wet pussy.
Ever the gentleman he carried her to the bedroom where
for almost an hour, they moved around the position
until finally, she demanded him into her mouth and let
him cum for all his might, she smiled before swallowing
it all down. Exhausted they lay back on the bed.
Several hours had passed when John and Rachel awoke
from their slumber, slowly going through the motions of
getting themselves back together, the two of them got
dressed, had a coffee each, a light snack and finally
made preparations.
John thought of how lucky he was that Margaret was at
work all day, the one day she had a shortened lunch and
no time to come home, that worked nicely.
He was just checking everything was locked up and ok,
he'd been invited downstairs and invite he wasn't going
to pass up when he saw the light flashing on the phone,
he checked the message.
"...Hello Margaret this is Darren, if you're sick in
future can you make sure you phone in to let us know
and can you give me a call anyway when you get yourself
together, cheers."
John looked puzzled not like her not to go to work,
like her to not want to, but to actually not go was
something else. He sent her a message for her to
contact him when she could, he was sure an explanation
would be sent.
He grabbed his light wear jacket and he and Rachel made
their way down stairs.
John had been in this flat many times, but not since
his old buddy moved out and the new neighbours moved
in. Not much had changed a few photos, many of Rachel
and a guy,
"Who's the fella?"
"Oh that's my brother Richard, he lives here with me, I
don't think he's home however. Have a look I'll be back
in a minute."
Rachel had done this a hundred times, lure the guy in,
get him distracted and then literally knock him out.
This time would be no different but she had to admit,
John was some guy, not the best looking guy ever but he
was certainly good in bed. Still wouldn't be fair to
the old baseball bat if she didn't swing for him.
Plenty of practice had made her a deadly hitter.
John looked at more photos, they looked close, all
smiles. The strange sound came from the living room, he
waited a few seconds, and then again....it was.
He saw the reflection just in time to duck, the bat
swung and hit nothing but air. With the element of
surprise gone Rachel was in trouble. She swung again
but John swatted the bat away, he stuck out a leg,
Rachel over balanced fell and smashed her own her
against the side cabinet, she was out cold.
John pushed into the living room, leaving her lying
body; it was here he saw Margaret's bag, her phone just
on top and that sound, distinctive and bloody annoying.
He came back out, the main bedroom door was open, but
the side room was locked and looked very different, he
walked up and put his ear to the door.
There was a distinct thumb and then the sound of a body
falling to the ground.
"Ahh, did you hear that my sweet, that was the sound of
my sister taking care of your little fuck friend, soon
he'll be joining us for a little bit of humiliation, a
little bit of pain and a whole lot of debauchery."
Margaret was on the floor, that bastard had all but
raped her. He'd taken her off the stairs and knocked
her out, when she had come too, he was cuming on her
face. She wanted to hit out but her naked form had its
arms tied behind her back and legs chained to the wall.
There was another thumb.
"Rachel are you alright, you need a hand dragging him
in."
A few seconds and no reply.
"Wait just here my sweet, I've got to go give her a
hand, but don't worry I'll be right back for you."
Richard crossed the room to open the door, the follow
few seconds made him wish he hadn't. It wasn't Rachel
at the door, all he heard was a 'hi' and then felt the
thumb of the bat smash over his head, darkness
enveloped him.
Margaret started to make noise through the ball gag in
her mouth, John may have fantasised about something
like this but only on a consensual basis. He rushed
across the room and removed the hand binds and ball
gag, the chains were locked. Margaret pointed to the
shelf where several sets of keys were hanging, on the
third attempt John found the right key and released
her.
She looked frail, he helped her up and out the door,
she placed a well aimed kick into the downed Richard's
sternum before staging past a lying girl and into the
living room. They sat and talked for several minutes
about what they were going to do. The police was
mentioned, but John had better ideas.
***
Richard felt groggy, he felt more than that, not since
he'd... well he didn't like to think of his past, it
was his present he was concerned with, or he would be
once he came to his senses. He looked around; he seemed
to be tied to something, somewhere. As he eyes cleared
and his view straightened, he recognised the scene.
Tied to the back wall in 'the room', spread eagled
vertically, exposed of everything. His musing was
brought to an end by a voice.
"You see a couple of things, number one I don't like
seeing men naked, it's nothing personal, I mean I'm not
overly oh fae with it in the changing room, but I see
it as one of those things that has to happen. We're a
sports team, we need to change you move around your
going to see something unpleasant, that's just the way
life is.
"That being said, it's not my favourite past time.
Number two is, I spend far too much time reading the
news, now I remember hearing about a brother sister
combo who got suddenly left a town 50 miles from here.
Allegedly they'd been accused of raping a poor girl,
leaving her emotional broken. Now my educated guess
would be that it was you and missy over there."
Richard notice Rachel on the floor, her entire body was
body, arms tied to her, she was out cold.
"Oh don't worry I've already enjoyed your sister, and I
may again later, but for now we need to have a little
discussion about what you did to my friend. At the
moment she's standing outside, mixed between crying and
all outrage. She wanted to go to the cops, but I'm more
a now man, and I think we can clear up a little
misunderstanding don't you, and come to a clean fair
punishment."
Richard was beginning to realise his predicament, they
usually pick loners because no one would come to their
rescue, no one would really stand up for themselves.
They'd made a mistake with this one, he was wrong,
twisted.
"Now I'm going to ask you as politely as I can, did you
touch her."
Richard took a few moments to think of an answer, he
didn't, he'd just wanked over her, he always waited for
Rachel, she was the lead, but somehow he knew this guy
wouldn't believe him. This guy, who was this guy, well
it be a start.
"If you going to intimidate me, and threaten me, at
least give me the decency of your name."
The strike wasn't hard but it was sudden, a back hand
across the face, it smarted, and a red hand shape was
left across Richards face.
"My name is John, and for every time you stall, or you
don't answer to my satisfaction the pain will increase,
trust me this scene is not so wrong to me, I had an ex
who would make your little game look like child's play,
of course we kept it consensual. Not like you, I've got
no problem with a bit of fun but you've actively hurt
people, now I'm now hero but when you touch my friends
we got a problem, and it looks like for now the upper
hand is mine, so I will ask you again. Did you touch
her?"
"Of course I touched her, I had to too get her in her,
I had to place my arm around her neck so the oxygen
would slowly be cut off, enough to make her pass out
and bring her in here, to strip her down and then wank
in her face to wake her up."
He waited, and waited but the hit never came, John was
smiling at him.
"What are you waiting for, get it over with."
"Oh we've done with your trial; an admittance of guilt
is just fine. I'm not going to punish you why you admit
yourself. I am however going to punish you for your
crime. Well I say me..."
He bangs twice on the door, Margaret enters, swallows
the lump in his throat.
"The scene is yours Margaret, you may use anything you
so wish to deliver what punishment you see fitting."
She looked around the room, it was hard, she just
wanted to ball up her fists and pound on him, but she
knew that she had to make this last, to make the
bastard pay for what he'd done. She selects a small
horse whip, its many tassels look worn, she swings back
and unleashes.
The howl of pain coming from Richard as the whip lashes
against his chest would be deafening and surely heard
if not for the sound proofed walls. She attacked him
again and again, finally taking blood from his hairless
chest. Breathing hard after twenty of so blows she
stops, looks at the husk of a man and starts to cry.
John holds her. Whispering into her ear she nods before
leaving not only the room but the whole flat.
"My friend is going to have a hot bath and some food
before sleep; I think the rest will do her good. You
and her are done, however I may need you in the
punishment of your sister, but for now I'd like you to
stay quiet."
(Weakly) "I can do that."
"Yes you can."
And with that John punches Richard in the face; he
hangs down as much as possible against his bonds. John
turns to Rachel.
"Now my dear, my turn..."
***
As Rachel came to see was in woozy, she felt something
on her head.
"Yes I was nice enough to put a plaster on your head,
wasn't much of a bump but some ice and a cover were the
least I could do as a gentlemen."
"If you were a gentleman you'd let me go..."
Rachel gasped as she saw her brother; he was bleeding
from the chest and handing down.
"What did you do to him? You bastard..."
"Scream all you like my dear, your sound proof room. As
for him he brought it upon himself, he seemed to accept
his punishment quite well. Leads me to believe that it
is you and not him who is the ring leader in this
little escapade. Did we string our little brother
along; did you tease him a little so you could play
your perverted games? Hmm, yeah I thought so."
Rachel spat at him, missing by some margin.
"I'd never touch my brother like that, that's
disgusting. We merely shared in our conquest. But
you're right; I did have to do most of the work. I
always brought the boys home and he never seemed to
mind getting his dick sucked by some sissy, never liked
to fuck them though. He was only useful to me when the
girl was so up herself she wouldn't indulge me in a
little girl on girl."
"Oh yes, he is a pretty boy. You see he got a trial,
you won't. You are guilty; my only problem is making
you actually suffer instead of enjoy what is going to
happen. But thanks to your little rant I think I have
the idea."
John moved over to the side of the room, dragging out
the stocks, he opened the hatch at the top and upon
releasing Richard from his bonds placed him between the
holes within the device, with a click the latch closed
swiftly followed by the padlock. A couple of chains
around the ankles and the slack taken away secured him
to the spot, Rachel had a clear view of what was going
to on, her brother was shackled, was this man going to
fuck her own brother in front of her, disgusting but
hardly painful.
The true events turned out to be similar, Richard would
be fucked, just not by John.
The shackles attached to Rachel allowed her movement
but only if someone released some slack. Keeping a firm
hand on the chain, John released some slack and then
reattached it to stay. With a stern shot to the stomach
he winded Rachel, this would allow him the time to
attached the strap on to her waist, he made sure to
pick the double ended one, he wanted them both to enjoy
this, but just to make sure, he placed a ball gag into
Rachel's mouth, he didn't want Richard to be disturbed.
He found the tube of KY jelly, these people had
everything for every occasion, if they moved out he'd
have to consider this place. He poured the lubricant
over the strap on, and over Richards's ass, lubing up
his hole. Rachel tried to scream but all that came out
were muffled sounds. Still bound head to toe it was
hard for her to move, so John helped her into position,
placing the dildo at the entrance to Richard's arse.
With a light push on her arse the dildo slipped into
his.
Richard moaned a little, he was groggy, but with a
little splash of water he seemed to come round to it.
John made sure he stood behind Richard so he couldn't
be seen; only heard. He had to anyway he had to get
Rachel excited enough to fuck her own brother, that
meant giving her a few pushes in the right direction.
"What... are you doing to me? Are you fucking me?
You... fucking... queer... I'll... Ah... Fuck you
up..."
"Now Richard that isn't a very nice thing to say to
someone who has treated you so well, see I know that
you're the submissive one in this little relationship,
the problem you've been having is, your sister only
wants to play dominant/dominate with a third being the
sub, that's left you feeling quiet unfulfilled. I know
that you've wanted to be taken, I can tell from your
body language now, your all tense with excitement."
"I think you'll find that's stiff from the large cock
up my arse you bastard."
Rachel's screams had been brought to mere moans, she
had been the first to crack, despite her utter outrage
of defiling her own brother, hell even touching his
cock made her feel ill. But here she was fully rogering
her own brother up the arse with a strap on dildo, and
really starting to enjoy it.
Her enjoyment was almost halted upon realisation that
Richard had started to push back. John had kept silent
and very slowly removed his influence over the pair, to
let them do their own thing. He'd spotted a video
camera by the wall and with quiet steps as not to
disturbed; he set the camera up to show brother and
sister the alternative loving style.
Knowing her brother was a sissy would have horrified
her if not for the fact that it was her sissyfying him
and that she was now enjoying it as much as he was.
5 minutes of blissful fucking continued, Rachel
orgasmed at least twice during this period, and
Richards cock was fully hard, aching for release that
was coming. John thought now was the time.
He slowly walked around to the front to see Richard.
Richard was confused; John was standing fully clothed
in front of him.
"But? You're still fucking me."
"And you're enjoying every moment of it, but I've
afraid boy love is not for me."
John walked back around and releases the ball gag from
Rachel; she didn't know what to say.
"Richard."
One word, cut through the air, Richard himself was
shocked, his own sister, that was so disgusting, so
wrong, so humiliating... so good.
"Don't stop Rachel, just don't stop."
John afforded them a little freedom, releasing Rachel's
arms. Instead of attacking him like she would of five
minutes ago, she grabbed her brothers hips and started
ramming the dildo down his arse, harder and harder,
until both of them came in a glorious finally.
For a couple minutes both lay exhausted, but with a
plastic dick up his arse and a lifetime of pent up
emotions finally coming to the surface, Richard was
soon hard again. Rachel found herself rebound, her arms
back at her side and the ball gag back in her mouth.
Richard was in dream land unable to stop anything that
happened to him, the harness was removed from Rachel
and placed around Richard to keep the Dildo in his
arse.
John repositioned the stocks and the bed; he made the
neck holes higher and placed Richard's kneeling form
onto the bed. Picking Rachel up, he placed her on the
bed, her head close to Richard's dick.
He removed the ball gag again, he held two dildos in
his hand, one was 8 inches by 2 the other was 12 by 4.
"If you suck his dick I will use the smaller one on
your pussy, I can see you aching for more down there
and I'm willing to oblige if you continue your job on
brother dearest. If not I will take the large one and
with no lube shove it so far up your arse you won't sit
down for a month."
Rachel did not look pleased, her anger had returned,
this wasn't how it's suppose to happen, she runs the
show not some other bastard. The options were
deplorable.
"Now I'm guessing you've never had it up the back
passage, and I know for sure that you love to suck
dick, as you did such a great job on me earlier. But
could you do the same for brother dearest, and remember
he just came so it's going to take a hell of a job to
get him to come again, but until then your punishment
is not complete."
Rachel had little choice, difficult to move, impossible
to attack, she didn't fancy having the monster dildo up
her bum, something she'd taken great pleasure in doing
to other ladies of the night. Edging forward, her mouth
open but eyes only half, he tentatively licked to find
his cock, upon contact she quickly took him into her
sweet soft mouth.
What a sight this was, two former rapists, two former
doms, now submitting to the punishments as dished out
by an escapee. One had accepted his place as a sub, a
sub he'd always wanted to be, but it was breaking
Rachel and making her realise that she too needed to be
controlled that would be John's greatest achievement.
The manipulation of the smaller dildo at her pussy
entrance was driving Rachel insane, but it was the
sight of her stretching, trying to get a better hold on
her brother that was finally too much for John to
contain himself.
Removing his T-shirt, jeans and pants, his hardening
cock sort out the sweet entrance to her pussy and
delved in.
Minutes ago Rachel had been filled by a large plastic
dildo, but there's nothing like the real thing, and
when john got into a good rhythm, the three of them
were soon moaning in ecstasy.
Rachel seemed to forget out her brother, only realising
as John slowed that she was being punished. Something
that John saw as well.
"You can give him a hand job and enjoy the fucking but
only if you agree."
"Too what."
"Agree and find out or suck your brother and fuck or no
fuck."
"Yes, anything please fuck me."
Her desperate cries for sex, was only matched by her
brothers moans as she placed her hand around his cock
and started to masturbate him.
John felt sorry for her in a way, but he just had to
remember the evil things that they had done and that
the punishment was fitting. He started to thrust in and
out again, Rachel hanging her head back in delight,
unable to see what John was doing.
With careful precision he lubed up the monster dildo,
and with no warning, shoved it straight up Rachel's
arse.
She screamed, so loud it seemed the walls would come
crumbling down. They didn't, and John continued to fuck
both her holes, she could barely keep herself together;
the double assault was too much for her.
It was Richard who shot first however, the creamy shots
splattering across her face. John thought how could
that looked and decided to add. Pulling out he placed
the smaller dildo back into her pussy and finished
himself off over her face, the double pounding of the
dildo's inside her and the cum on her face finished
Rachel off, she was done, the orgasm washed over her in
beautiful waves.
***
The sight was righteous, they lay, well one was in
stocks, two evil minded people, who just happened to
come across someone who was as twisted and perverse as
they were, the only difference being he had some
restraint. Now the beast was out of him, like a calm
wave washing over the shore, John felt refreshed. Some
justice had been dished out, at least in his eyes, and
better yet he got to exorcise his demons.
Rachel and Richard were in a haze of ecstasy, they'd
experience things they'd never done before, the
aftermath would be a mess and John didn't want to hang
around and see their faces when the realisation hit
them. He made a discreet exit, back to tend on
Margaret's wounds.
***
Flat 1 was empty the next day, the furniture gone, the
toys gone, no sign of any of the events that had taken
place here. John wondered if they'd set up again,
somehow he doubt it.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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