Nathan Slivers - Neighbor in chains

"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.