Next Door Neighbour

Gerry was still asleep when Laura walked down the stairs to the basement for the last time.

She untied him and removed the gag. As Gerry began to wake she placed her hand on the soft leather skirt and immediately his cock reacted.

‘You’re parents are back later today and I have work to do before I leave, so this is going to be a short good-bye’, she said before he had chance to say anything.

‘How do you know when they are coming back?’ Gerry asked and she laughed, ‘because they texted you!’

Gerry looked confused but her gentle stroking of his cock grabbed his attention instead. ‘Would you like breakfast or something else?’, she purred and he smiled for the first time in the last few days, almost forgetting what she had subjected him to; ‘something else!’ he said immediately.

He lay back on the bed seemingly unaware of the clothes he was wearing. He watched as she rolled a condom onto his cock and proceeded to slowly bring him to a climax, playing with his balls with one hand as she stroked up and down his cock with the other.

It didn’t take him long to climax and as she watched sperm pulse into the condom she continued her massage until he was empty. As she peeled the condom from the shaft she said; ‘why don’t you take a shower whilst I make breakfast.

Gerry wanted to shout and scream at her for what she had done to him whilst holding him captive and yet … there was no harm done, he had enjoyed some of it and she was letting him return home unharmed. Instead of saying anything he allowed her to unlace the corset and then went to the bathroom and stepped into the shower.

When he had dried himself he opened the door and the Scout uniform he had worn when he arrived was placed in a neat pile outside and there was a smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen.

He dressed quickly realising how hungry he was having just consumed a protein shake over the last few days. As he joined her in the kitchen he wanted to say something about his feelings but couldn’t find the words so they ate in silence.

Eventually Laura said; ‘I think you better go home now; I’m sure you have a lot to sort out before your parents get back.’ He nodded and simply said; ‘thank you’, as he still couldn’t find the words to express his real feelings.

As he turned to go and she handed him his scout necker; ‘don’t forget this!’ He put it in his pocket as she unlocked the door. When he walked out into afternoon sun she walked with him across the grass between their two properties to his front door. As he put the key in the lock he felt her gun press against his spine; ‘don’t make a fuss; just go in and up to your bedroom’, she whispered in his ear.

As she followed him she reached into the zip lock bag she was carrying and removed a chloroform soaked cloth. As he entered his bedroom she clamped it over his mouth and despite his struggles he gradually succumbed to the fumes and eventually she let him collapse on the bed.

It didn’t take her long to strip him of the Scout clothes and then, after hanging them in his wardrobe, she began to dress him ready for his parent’s return.

She began by rolling a pair of his mother’s white silk tights up his legs before fastening them to a white silk suspender belt which fetchingly was embroidered with red roses.

A matching pair of knickers from his mother’s collection just about covered his penis which was already hard from the Viagra she had added to his breakfast. 

She pushed him onto his back in the middle of the bed and tied his ankles to the corners of the bed and his left wrist to the side of the headboard all using rope she had found a few days previously in a kitchen cupboard.

She clicked a pair of handcuffs around his right wrist and attached the other cuff to the headboard. The key to the handcuffs dangled from a string she had pinned to the ceiling on her last visit.  It dangled over his wrist however she had set the length to keep it just out of reach!

Whilst he remained unconscious she screwed a pair of nipple clamps onto each abused nipple smiling as the sharp teeth drew blood. Over the top she clipped one of his mother’s bras which she padded with some handkerchiefs.

She then screwed a ring vibrator around the root of his cock and pushed a prostate vibrator into his rectum. The extremely tight knickers ensured it stayed in place.

Her final job was to gag him. Three pairs of his mother’s knickers were crammed into his mouth and to hold them in place she folded his scout neckerchief into a strip, tied a knot in the middle and forced that into his mouth. She then tied the scarf around his head knotting it tightly.

She smiled as she pulled a pair of knickers over his head just to add further embarrassment to his predicament. She turned the two vibrators on and left him to wake to his final nightmare.

After turning out all the drawers in his parent’s bedroom Laura went to the back door and smashed the window from the outside so that it would look like a forced entry.

The ransacking and missing jewellery would lead to the conclusion this was a burglary but then there was the small matter of Gerry tied in what looked like a self bondage scenario that had gone wrong when the key to the handcuffs ended up out of his reach. She smiled as she wondered how he would explain that?

She returned to the house she had rented and piled some curtains, sheets and cushions in the middle of the room. After smearing the semen she had carefully captured onto the furniture she emptied several cans of petrol in the basement and in the main rooms.

She tucked a burner phone into the pile as she left. A call to it would set off a charge which would ignite the pile and burn the house down destroying any evidence there might be. But first she had an appointment with the Bank Manager.

Sometime later the Police were called by her parents when they returned home and found Gerry tied to the bed and their house ransacked. He made up a story of being chloroformed and waking up tied to the bed; it was close to the truth! The Police found no evidence as to who the burglar was. There was also no explanation to why he was tied like he was!

Separately they investigated the burnt out shell of the house next door. The Property Rental agency had the details of a 32 year old woman who had rented it and had paid cash.  The documents she presented and the previous address she gave all proved to be fakes.

The Police were linking her to the Bank robbery which had been carried out on the same day. Staff at the Bank along with a couple of customers were held at gunpoint by a woman said to be in her mid 30s and wearing a black balaclava and motorcycle leathers.

They had been herded at gunpoint into the Manager’s office and slightly bizarrely were all made to strip naked. The Manager was the instructed to bind each person’s wrists and ankles with duct tape and then to pack their mouths with another person’s underwear before applying tape over the top.

In line with company policy there were no heroics from the Manager; he opened the safe and then allowed himself to be bound and gagged with the rest of the staff. Before locking the door to his office she ripped out the phone.

The robber got away with a significant six figure sum in cash although the Bank was not releasing the actual amount for insurance reasons.

Laura smiled as she read the news articles from several hundred miles away. Eventually the Police would find the cctv image of her in disguise along with Gerry in the Bank a few days before the robbery.

Perhaps someone might connect the younger girl to Gerry and if the Police did search his house they would find that very dress and wig hidden in the back of his wardrobe. They might also find the images and videos she had uploaded to his phone, but she suspected he would have moved them to a place of safety.

If the Police did any forensic work at the burnt out house they might lift a partial thumb print off the discarded petrol can that would belong to Gerry and if the fire had not consumed everything they might find DNA from his semen on the furniture!

She was correct as far as the images were concerned; Gerry had found the files a few days later. They were now stored on a new encrypted cloud account.  He viewed them constantly and each time he did his hand dropped to his cock and the result was always pure satisfaction. He had recently taken to gagging himself with his Scout scarf whilst viewing the files!

It was a shame he wouldn’t see her again, he thought. Several hundred miles away she was thinking the same ….