Henry Perkins: The neighbor_s wife in chains

Somehow she was going to have to find Bill so both of them could get out of the neighborhood until they brought the police back to arrest those crazy Wymans.

She was still thinking of the pleasure it would give her to see Tom and Carla behind bars when she opened the door of her closet and got the surprise of her life. It was empty. Everything in it was gone. Sometime that night, someone had broken in and stolen every bit of her clothes.

Suddenly she felt very, very naked. Unconsciously, she moved one of her hands to cover her cunt as she turned her head to look over her shoulder to see if somebody was standing behind her. She turned a complete circle before she convinced herself that she was alone. Then, dreading what she might discover, she walked over and pulled out a drawer in her clothes chest, squealed in frustration and yanked out the other drawers in turn. There wasn't a thing left – not even a pair of bikini panties! Somebody had wiped her out and taken every stitch of clothing that she owned. And the dress she had worn the night before was in tatters and still at the Wymans' house across the street. Before sitting down on the bed to try to think of what to do, she checked Bill's closet and chest to find them as empty as hers.

Now what? Bill had taken the keys to the car with him the night before and neither he nor the keys had made it back. She couldn't so parading naked down the street in broad daylight. And their phone service didn't start until the following week, since they'd had to wait on making the deposit.

Brenda felt frightened to death. So, when the loud knock came from the front door, her mind leaped immediately to Bill. She needed him so desperately to be there to protect her that she never dreamed it might be someone else.

She ran to the door and pulled it open. She wanted to leap out into his arms. But one of the other neighbors might see that she was naked, so she waited expectantly at the side of the door. A long arm reached toward her neck, and there was a click of metal against metal as a leash was snapped onto the ring of her leather collar.

Startled, Brenda recognized Jim Stone. She has seen him first when she and Bill had interviewed to rent the house, then once after that and, of course, the day before when he had been naked and fucking in his back yard. Now he was dressed in a suit with the tie fixed tightly, and he looked more like a businessman. But the chain attached to the collar on her neck told Brenda immediately that she was in very deep trouble. Her bare tits with hard nipples jutted straight toward the huge man, and she glanced uncomfortably down at her naked pussy.

"Oh, nooooo!" Brenda groaned, one hand diving to cover her cunt while the other grabbed for the chain.

She tugged on the leash, hoping it free, but it was affixed solidly to the collar. Jim Stone reached out and grasped Brenda's left nipple between his forefinger and thumb, twisting the tiny nub savagely until the newlywed woman fell to her knees in pain.

"That hurts!" she shrieked, wondering how something like this could possibly be happening. When his hand released her tit, both of her hands leaped to her chest to cover the tender tit mounds. She sat down, resting on her ankles, as she pressed her thighs together to hide her cunt.

He smiled pleasantly down toward her as if nothing in the world was out of the ordinary. "I thought I would come over this morning and be neighborly, in case you wanted to get out for a walk."

Brenda's mouth dropped. The man must be crazy! Here he was standing in her open doorway like a visiting salesman, his words flowing like syrup, but he had just fastened a dog leash to her neck and squeezed her tit until he had forced her to her knees.

"I can't!" she finally exclaimed. "Somebody took all my clothes!" Tears filled her eyes and leaked out to streak her cheeks.

"Don't worry about it," he said smoothly. "It doesn't bother me at all."

"What!" Brenda sputtered. "I can't go out there! One of the neighbors might see me naked."

"No big deal." Jim Stone smiled. "The neighbors are all mad, anyway."

Then he jerked savagely on the chain. The collar yanked her off her legs and onto her stomach on the floor. Her naked tits were smashed against the threshold as she almost skidded out onto the porch. As she rolled off her aching tit mounds, Jim dragged her bodily out of the door. She rolled, accidentally wrapping the chain around her neck and, once again, Jim jerked on the end in his hand.

"Awk!" Brenda choked. She couldn't get her breath. Frantically, she pushed up to her knees and clawed both hands toward the leash.

He laughed, and the softness was gone from his voice. His eyes were on fire with sadistic pleasure at abusing the frightened, young newlywed woman.

"Don't you want to know where your errant husband is, my dear?" he asked with a tight smile as he unwound the chain from around her neck. "Don't you wonder what happened to him?"

"Bill!" Brenda exclaimed. "Oh, please, tell me where he is!"

"He's at my house," Jim answered. "Right now, I would expect that he's entertaining Laura, my lovely wife. And I think it's time to take you over there to join him."

Brenda tried to struggle to her feet but Jim smashed a large hand down on her shoulder. He forced her hands back to the floor of the porch.

"I'd like the neighbors to think I'm walking my little bitch dog," he said, his voice full of mocking amusement. "That means you're going to walk over on hands and knees, following along beside my left leg. If you do it real well, maybe I'll have a dog biscuit for you when we get home."

The suggestion shocked her, but there was nothing she could do but follow. He pulled her off the porch and into the yard, and each time she tried to struggle to her feet, he squeezed or slapped her tits until she collapsed back to the pound in pain. Finally it became easier just to crawl along, staying on the grass to save her hands and knees. She kept her eyes down, not searching around, because if any of the neighbors saw her being so deeply shamed, Brenda didn't really want to know.

"Heel," he said occasionally as he stopped walking, and he forced Brenda to sit back on her heck next to his left leg like a dog that was being taught to mind. Her face was red with embarrassment each time he did it, but the punishment of his hands on her tits was too severe to suffer after the first two or three times. Right now, she saw her only hope as being getting back to Bill so he could somehow rescue her. But when she finally saw her husband, Brenda knew that all chance of escape was gone. The way he was bound made it definite that there would be no freedom for the newlywed pair.

She had been taken inside the Stones' mansion and led down a long stairway to the basement, which looked more like a dark, carpeted gymnasium. There was a lot of equipment scattered around that Brenda didn't recognize, but one thing she saw that she knew was like a slap in the face. That was her naked husband suspended lewdly in a set of chains. There was both pain and terror showing in his eyes and it appeared that he was puffing up desperately with his arms. It took Brenda a minute to figure out what his real problem was, and when she did, she gasped in terrible surprise.

Chains descended from the ceiling, locking with clamps round Bill's wrists to suspend him with his feet barely off the carpet. Two other chains ran loosely from his ankles to clamps on the floor, obviously to keep his feet spread and his thighs from coming together. But the true evilness of the whole situation was with a long, narrow cord that reached down from the ceiling. It ended in a narrow leather band that had been clasped tightly around the base of his prick and balls, such as a cock ring might have done. But the cord was apparently an inch shorter than it needed to be. If Bill allowed his arms to slump from the chains, the cord took on much of the weight of his lower body, suspending it by his cock and balls. Each time he wearied and loosened the grin with his hands, he shrieked as his balls and prick were savagely stretched.