The Girl Next Door

The Girl Next Door

It was a hot day in July. I was bored. My parents were at work, and there was nothing on the television. I mean, there was nothing. This was back when there were still only three channels in Britain, and on BBC2 at that time it was a test card of a girl holding chalk in front of a blackboard. It was too hot to concentrate on reading. I would have loved to have gone to the beach – if I didn’t live in the middle of England.

I looked out of my bedroom window, not really expecting to see anything interesting at all. In the back garden – nothing. In the back garden of the Thompsons, one of the neighbours – nothing. But in the back garden of the Steins, out new German neighbours on the other side, their nineteen year old neighbour was sunbathing. Heike Stein was sunbathing. But she was sunbathing nude.

I stared. I could not believe what I was seeing. I was only eighteen at the time, and I was still a virgin, although I had bragged to some of my friends that I had done it. You only rarely got nudity or semi-nudity on the television. You really had to go to the cinema to see women in the nude. No internet with loads of free porn back then. I had never seen any girl nude in real life.

Immediately my penis began to get painfully erect inside jeans which suddenly felt a lot too tight. I had a desire to get it out and begin masturbating just looking down at Heike. But a thought occurred to me: binoculars. I had an old pair of binoculars which my grandfather had given to me a few years ago. If I remembered correctly they were in a wooden locker at the foot of my bed.

Hoping that Heike would suddenly not decide to get up and go inside I flipped open the locker. There they were, in their tan-coloured leather case. Shaking slightly, I got the binoculars out of their case and went back to the window. I trained them on the naked form of Heike, suddenly seeing everything in much greater detail.

Yes, Heike was naked apart from a straw sunhat. She was lying down on some sort of lounger. I couldn’t tell whether she was asleep or not. I could see that she shaved her crotch. There was no hair on it. I had seen a porn magazine – a copy of Penthouse which my friend Richie had nicked off his dad – and all of the women in that had had pubic hair. Maybe it was because she was German. I kept one hand holding the binoculars to my eyes, while the other pulled down my jeans and underpants, freeing my rock hard cock. It doesn’t take much to give an eighteen year old boy an erection. Just the thought of a naked woman can be enough.

It never occurred to me that the sun might flash off the lenses of the binoculars. All that I wanted to do was watch. As I watched I saw one of Heike’s arms move, so that her hand was near her shaven crotch. She spread her legs, so that I could see everything. Then she spread her lips. I could just about see the pinkness inside her.

Then there was sudden movement. Heike got up off the sun lounger. She stood there, naked, not the least bit embarrassed, and waved at me.

“Come around!” she called up at me, and then blew a kiss. I almost dropped the binoculars.

Panic and arousal competed for control of my mind and actions. Part of me wanted to run a mile. But lust won out. I feared that if I did not take this chance that it might never come again. I put my penis away, although it refused to go down. I put on some shoes and went downstairs. I grabbed a copy of my father’s Guardian to hold in front of my crotch, as I didn’t want to reveal the fact that I was aroused. And I went around to the Stein’s house.

There was a passage leading to the garden at the back of the house, although Heike could not be seen looking down the passage. I went down the passage, feeling very scared, but also very excited. I opened the gate and went into the garden.

Heike was still there. Heike, I should say, was a big girl – not fat, but tall, around six feet tall. She had broad hips and large breasts, with large, pinkish areolae. She was a blonde, with short, spiky hair. She had piercing blue eyes.

She smiled at me.

“Come, look, if you want.” she said. She opened her legs wide. How could I resist such an offer? I knelt by the sun lounger, watching as the German girl opened up her cunt, so I could see her inner flesh. It glistened in the sun.

She grabbed the newspaper and threw it on the ground. She laughed when she saw that I had a hard-on.

“Take off your clothes.” she said. She only had a faint German accent, and her English was excellent. “No one can see.” That was true. There was a large, tall hedge the other side of the Stein’s house. The only house where people might see in was my parents’.

Feeling incredibly nervous I took down my trousers, struggling because I hadn’t yet taken off my shoes. I had to sit down on the lawn and take them off before I could take my jeans off. Heike clucked her tongue, and helped me, taking off my tee shirt and my underpants (which thankfully were clean).

“Now we fuck.” she said, words which, when I had got up that morning, I had not thought that I would hear any time soon. “Lie down on the lounger.”

I lied down on the lounger. I was going to do whatever she said as long as I got to have sex, and not be a virgin any longer. When you are eighteen, and a virgin, it feels like you will be one forever.

“I control.” Heike said. “You don’t move.” That was fine, if she wanted to do all the work. She pulled back my foreskin – almost nobody non-Jewish in Britain was circumcised in those times – revealing my purplish glans. Then she mounted me and my penis, as I was on the sun lounger.

It felt incredible to be inside her. She was hot and wet and tight, and I found that she could squeeze my hard cock with her cunt muscles. She began working herself up and down, using me for her pleasure.

“Sehr gut.” she muttered, testing my limits of the German language (I had got an Unclassified in my German O level). “Tell me when you get close to coming. You must say.”

“Okay.” I said, as I luxuriated in the sensations of carnal pleasure. I was going to agree with everything she said, as long as she carried on fucking me. I would like to say that I lasted a long time, but that was not true. Only after some five minutes I warned her that I was about to come.

To my disappointment Heike then climbed off me, leaving my wet and rock hard cock on the brink of orgasm.

“Finish.” she said. “I want to watch.”

Feeling very self-conscious, as I had never masturbated in front of anybody before, I began to wank. I was so close, though, that it took only a few strokes. The orgasm would not be denied. Heike, meanwhile, had put her head down close to the end of my cock, gazing with bright and eager eyes at my pisshole. And then my spunk erupted out of my urethra, as I coated my chest with hot, white cum. I was about to ask for a tissue to clean myself off. But Heike pushed my hands out of the way, and began to lap up my spunk with her tongue. She licked up all of my cum – and teenage boys can produce quite prodigious amounts. Then she sucked on the end of my glans.

“No, don’t.” I said. “It’s too sensitive.” Heike laughed, but she did stop sucking.

“Now we take shower.” she said. She stood up, and led me into the house. I had to leave my clothes lying on the back lawn.

I did not ask Heike why she had not wanted me to cum inside her. Maybe she was scared of becoming pregnant. But not in any of the time that I saw her did she let me cum inside her cunt (and we had sex a lot of times). I didn’t mind. I had cum, even if it had been on my chest. And I was no longer a virgin.

We went up into the Stein’s bathroom. It had a shower. My family only had a bath. Heike pulled me into the shower, and began to wash me. I let her. I had become her toy. She already exerted a hold over me. Needless to say, with her soapy hands all over my body, I began to get hard again.

Heike concentrated on my cock, washing it and stroking it. She knew what she was doing. Her hands were very skilled, and soon I was fully erect. But I also had a need to take a piss. Still, though, I was not going to tear myself away from her – especially when she knelt down in the shower and began to suck on my cock as though her life depended on it. A short while ago I had been a virgin. But now a beautiful girl was giving me head. It was not long before I was cumming for the second time that day. This time she did not pull away, but swallowed down all of my cum as though it was some elixir of life.

“I have to pee.” I said, hoping that she would leave the bathroom, so that I could use the toilet. But, instead, she told me to pee, and then put her mouth back around my cock, looking up at me with her big blue eyes.

I thought that I wouldn’t be able to pee. But I managed to force out a little trickle, which Heike swallowed. The trickle became a gush. Heike swallowed as much as she could, only a small amount escaping out of her mouth and falling to the floor of the shower, to be washed away by the hot water.

I wondered if I was in a dream. It was not every day that you got fucked and sucked off by a hot German girl, and then had her swallow your piss. I thought that we had done pretty much all that two people could do. Oh, how wrong I was.

We finished showering, and then towelled ourselves dry. Heike told me that she would be back in a minute and left me to finish drying myself. I didn’t know, until later, that she had gone into the garden, picked up my clothes, and hidden them.

“We go in my room.” Heike said. “Now you make me come. I teach you how.”

I had never been in a girl’s bedroom before. I thought that it was all going to be pink and fluffy, with teddy bears and stuff. It was the opposite of that. The walls had been painted back, and there were black satin sheets on the bed. What was most disconcerting, though, was a framed photo of Adolf Hitler on one of the walls. I tried to dismiss it as due to the fact that the Steins were German. Maybe if they’d been British they would have had a picture of Winston Churchill instead. Back then I did not know how much Hitler and all his ilk were despised by modern Germans – well, by around 99% of them, anyway.

Heike had a lot of books on bookcases lining one whole wall of her bedroom. About two thirds of the books were in German, and I had no idea what they were (only later would I notice that one of them was Mein Kampf). There were a fair few books in English, though. They had titles such as Pleasure Bound Afloat, The Story of O, Thongs, and Venus in Furs. In my then innocence I had not heard of any of them.

She took down a brand new paperback, called Amanda’s Castle, by somebody called George Revelli. The cover had a black background, and had a photo of an attractive blonde woman wearing a black Nazi tunic. The tunic was open to reveal a glimpse of some white panties. The cover blurb said that it was the sensual, sometimes savage sequel to COMMANDER AMANDA NIGHTINGALE and RESORT TO WAR.

Heike lay down on the bed with her legs widely spread.

“Lick me.” she ordered. “Make me cum. I tell you what I like.”

I was about to do something I had never done before, and had only read about around Richie’s, in one of the copies of Penthouse he had smuggled into his bedroom. I knelt between Heike’s legs and began to lick her shaven cunt. From then on, in the rest of my life, I have always preferred to lick a cunt without any hair on it.

Heike began to read from the book, in between telling me just where to lick. Copyright, rather than modesty, forbids me from producing any of the text here. I can only say that it was the scenes of torture which Heike read out. She knew exactly where to find those scenes, and must have read the book multiple times. The most graphic was probably where a Nazi female sadist uses a fire hose on Commander Amanda Nightingale, including on her defenceless cunt. It was as Heike reached the climax of that scene that she came in my mouth. I think that it was the book rather than my inexperienced cunnilingus which brought her to orgasm.

Her face was flushed, and I noticed that part of her chest had reddened, as well. She looked happy, and I wondered whether activities were going to draw to a close, now that she had cum. I didn’t yet realise that Heike was a nymphomaniac, among other things.

Heike put the book down on her bedside table. I thought that she would now be sated. Oh, but how wrong I was.

“What would you do to a girl if you had her a prisoner and nobody knew?” Heike asked, supporting herself on one elbow and looking down at me almost contemptuously. “What would you do if you could do anything to her and nothing would ever happen to you?”

“What do you mean?” I asked. Until then my fantasies had all been vanilla. My biggest fantasy had been to have sex with a hot girl, and I had just achieved that. After Heike, though, my fantasies would take a darker turn. After my time with her all of my fantasies would be of pain and bondage and domination – and, yes, sexy Nazi girl torturers, however politically incorrect that might be.

“You have kidnapped a snotty but attractive Jewish girl.” Heike said. She spoke so quickly that I realised, later, that she could not be making this up on the spur of the moment, but that she must be revealing on of her secret sexual fantasies to me. No girl had ever done that before. “Nobody knows that you have her. Everybody thinks that she has gone to Israel. No one will ever look for her in your country. You have her in your cellar, which you have converted into a torture chamber. What would you do to her? Nobody will ever know. You could kill her and nobody would ever know. What would you do?”

I felt that I had to say something a bit kinky, just in case Heike lost interest in me. I very much did not want Heike to lose interest in me, as I was hoping to have sex with her again at some future date.

“I don’t know, maybe give her a spanking.” I said.

“A spanking? That is nothing.” Heike said. “I show you. Give me spanking.”

At Heike’s instructions, we arranged ourselves on the bed so that Heike’s broad backside was across my lap.

“Now spank.” Heike said.

I gave her a couple of half-hearted slaps on her buttocks.

“What do you call that? That is pathetic.” Heike said. “Hit harder. All buttocks can take it. You should hit so hard that your hand hurts.”

I hit Heike as hard as I could. The sound was really loud in the room. Heike moaned throatily. Despite myself, and the fact that I had cum twice already, I felt stirrings in my cock. It was then that I discovered that fantasies of domination and cruelty really did turn me on. I was no longer a resident of the vanilla world.

“Gut!” Heike said. “That is better. But space the spanks out, so the girl really has a chance to feel it. And maybe why you have her across your lap you feel her between her legs between each couple of spanks.”

That was what I did. I spanked slowly but harshly, reddening Heike’s buttocks and my right palm. Between every few blows I felt Heike’s pussy, noting that it was wet. Heike liked pain. She liked giving out and receiving pain, and she liked fantasies about torture. I was to discover that, at least as far as her fantasies went, that there was nothing which was too cruel, no savage and mutilating torment which did not turn her on. Ah, but how I wished that I had known her for longer, as women with such unlimited sado-masochistic fantasies were to be few and far between.

I really hurt Heike. I only stopped when my hand hurt too much to continue. But Heike was not yet satisfied. She twisted on my lap, so that she was now face up, my knees supporting her upper back. I could see tears in her eyes. But I could also smell the arousal of her shave pussy.

“Now you spank my tits.” Heike said. Her voice had deepened a fraction and was thick with arousal. “You will spank my tits until I beg for you to fuck my Arschloch – my arsehole.”

I opened my mouth to ask her whether it might not damage her breasts. But I managed not to issue such stupid words. I held my tongue. I was learning that when some girl asks you to spank her breasts you do not say no. You might never get another opportunity.

For the first – but not the last – time in my life I spanked a girl’s breasts. I tried not to harm then.

“Too gentle!” Heike sneered at me. “Are you man or mouse?”

Those words inspired me to hit her large, luscious tits with as much force as I had spanked her backside. I did not care what damage I did to her breasts. I ignored the pain in my palm, or the tiredness in my arm. I gritted my teeth and turned her tits a shade of bright pink. I was cruel. But the infliction of cruelty turned me on. I saw Heike’s eyes tear up from the pain. But she did not beg, not yet. I knew that her tits were in a lot of pain. But it was clear that she did not want to grant me an easy victory.

Smack, smack, smack my hand went, first one breast, then the next. They glowed. They radiated heat. I could see the marks of my fingers where my hand had struck them. I spanked the top of her breasts. I spanked the undersides of her breasts. I spanked the sides of her breasts.

Eventually, after more than twenty minutes, she conceded defeat.

“Please rape my arsehole.” she said, trying not to sob. “Please cum deep inside my arse.”

How could I refuse? Heike lay face down on the bed, and spread her legs. She grasped her buttocks, and spread them us much as she could.

“There is lubrication on the bedside table.” she said. I used it on my cock, and fingered some into her arsehole. Then I plunged my cock into her tight, hot anus. I was inexperienced in such things, otherwise I might have been able to tell that she was not an anal virgin.

I pounded away, going slowly in and out. It took me some time to come this time. I heard Heike talking to herself in German. I had no idea what she was saying.

Eventually I spurted deep in her arsehole. By then I wanted to go home, wanting to get there before my parents. But there was a problem: Heike had hidden my clothes. I had to promise her that I would come over again the next time that my parents were out. It seemed that her own parents would be out for nearly the whole summer. She had the run of the place.

I never told my parents what I had done that day.

Heike needn’t have hidden my clothing, as I went around her house at every opportunity. I was a young and horny man, and I wanted to get my end away at every chance I got.

It was clear that Heike was obsessed with fantasies of pain and submission. Looking back, from the present, I would call her a sado-masochist, probably with the accent on the sadistic. She liked to read from her collection of erotica as I gave her head or fucked her. She read from The Story of O a lot, often turning to the place where O is whipped between her legs. That bit really turned her on. One day I asked her why.

“Wouldn’t you like to have a slave you could do anything to?” she asked. “Anything at all, and she gets no say?”

“What would you do to her?” I asked. By then I was getting pretty turned on myself by all these stories of pain and submission. Heike had inculcated in me a love of tales of cruelty which would last to the present. I blame her for the way that I’ve turned out.

“I’ll tell you.” she said. “But first I will show you something. What I will show you, you must never say you have seen, ja?”

“Yeah, sure.” I said. I had not yet seen any dirty pictures, and I was interested to see what she was going to show me.

Heike disappeared out of the room. She went into her parent’s bedroom. What she brought back was a large spiral-bound folder, with a plain red cover. Inside each page had a photograph on it, contained inside a plastic sleeve. These photos were all black and white, but looked to have been done by a professional, they were so good. The detail was incredible. The camera had not been some instamatic.

Heike showed me a photo. It showed a naked black girl chained to a bed. The black girl had had her pubis shaved, so that there was not a single hair. The photo was clear enough so that I could see that she had no pleasure button between her legs where her clit should have been. Her clit and clit hood were both missing. But that, to me, was not the most shocking part of the picture. Squatting on the bed, with her arse hovering over the black girl’s mouth, there was Mrs Stein, Heike’s mother. She was wearing a leather corset and thigh high boots, and she looked to be some years younger, but it was clearly Mrs Stein. She had a look of desire satisfied on her face. And I could see a turd protruding from her arsehole, about to fall into the black girl’s open mouth.

The entire folder was full of black and white pictures of slaves being tortured – sometimes the black girl, sometimes a white girl, sometimes a thin white guy. Just about all of the pictures could have got the Steins into serious trouble, as both Mr and Mrs Stein featured as torturers, and no attempt had been made to hide their identities. It was clear that the Steins got off at looking at these pictures, and reliving things which they had done in the past.

I stared at each picture as my cock got harder. Heike lay beside me on the bed as stared at the photographs. She fingered her cunt as she looked down at scenes of torture. Those pictures have been seared on my mind. I have seen a lot of porn since then, but I can recall every single picture with perfect clarity.

In another picture the black girl was chained face up on a table. The chains were so tight that it was obvious that she was in pain just from the tightness of the chains. But the black girl’s face was wide with horror and fear, and that was because a laughing Mrs Stein was holding a glowing branding iron over the right breast of the black slave. There were several other naked women gathered around the black slave, laughing at her predicament. The glowing head of the branding iron was in the form of a swastika.

This picture had not been one which had been posed, for the next picture showed the swastika pressing down onto the breast, right where the nipple was. The black girl appeared to have fainted. Another picture showed the result: a nasty swastika mark forever marring the beautiful breast of a black girl. And the sadists gathered around the black girl were still laughing.

I knew that it was wrong, but my cock was rock hard as I slowly examined the pictures. In another a white female slave had been suspended upside down, with her legs spread wide. She was being whipped by a naked and erect Mr Stein armed with a bullwhip. I could see blood running down from the girls flayed buttocks. The girl’s cunt appeared to have been reduced to a bloody mess.

Another picture showed the thin, male slave, or at least part of him. The photo showed mainly his erect cock. It had a leather band around the frenum, just below the bulbous head, connected to a chain going upwards out of sight. There were the faces of three laughing women, close to the cock. One of the women was using a scalpel to slowly remove the skin from the penis. The next photo did not show the women, but was a close-up of the result of the skinned penis.

Another photo showed a female slave’s breasts being skinned. Another showed a female slave forced down with her breasts in some metal cage. Inside the cage were starving rats, some of them jumping up to bite at the hanging breasts. Every page of that folder showed a scene of what should have been shocking torture or mutilation. But I was not shocked, but turned on. I was to later discover that it was not just the one folder, but a dozen, each one showing images of real cruelty.

Heike put the folder back. She returned to the bedroom. She was clearly happy to see that, like her, I was turned on by the idea of torture.

“What happened to the black slave?” I asked. Heike shrugged.

“What does it matter?” she replied. “She was a slave.” It was only later, after that summer and I had lost touch with Heike, that I realised that Heike only ever talked about the black slave in the past tense, and all which that implied.

“You can do anything you like to a slave. It is what they are for.”

Heike began to slowly masturbate me. She was very good. Despite only being nineteen, she had clearly had a lot of experience in such matters. She knew just how to caress a cock.

Heike then went and kneeled on the floor, while I sat on the edge of the bed. She continued to masturbate. As she did so, she continued to talk.

“Imagine I am your slave girl.” Heike said. “I have given myself to you and there are no limits to what you can do to me. I know that one of these days you will torture me to death. But before then you will do your best to bring great agony to me. You will whip me until my skin is in shreds. Then you will rub salt into my wounds. You will brand me on my arse, a swastika brand on each, so that they know I am a Nazi slave. You will whip my cunt, over and over, making me scream, but you will know no mercy. You will shock me in my cunt and arse…”

It was while Heike was describing how I would pull back her clitoral hood and burn her erect clit away with a cigarette that I came on her face.

“I take note.” Heike said, as she stood up. She did not attempt to remove my spunk from her face, but let it dry where it was. “I take note.”

Well, Heike and I continued to have sex for the rest of that long, hot summer. We would get off while looking at picture of torture, or with Heike reading out of her books, or Heike describing what she would do to a female slave. The idea of having some helpless black or Jewish girl was clearly her biggest fantasy, and I thought that it was just that: a fantasy. One of her streams of sadistic fantasy might go like this:

“I have the slave chained out at all fours. The chains bit into wrists and ankles. She cannot escape. I take my pliers and I squeeze her nipples. I squeeze them as hard as I can, flattening them. Then I squeeze the clit, squeezing the pliers shut, as the slave screams. Then I take pincers. I handle them with leather gloves, as they have been on burning coals. I snip off her nipples. Then I snip off her clit. Slaves do not need to cum. It should all be about the pleasure of the master and mistress.”

Heike could get quite bloody in her fantasies.

Then, one day, towards the end of the summer holidays, Heike said that it would be the last time, as the family had to move. It would be the last time that she would get to see me, which came as a bit of a shock and disappointment to me, as I had gotten quite used to getting my end away.

“I have something special planned.” Heike said. For some reason she sound very nervous. “One day, soon, I will have my own slave, like the Schwartzin in the photos. But I need to know what true agony is like. To be a good torturer I must know what agony is like. So for one time only you get to torture my cunt and clit. This is what we will do. You will chain me down on bed, with my head hanging over the end of the bed, so that you can fuck my throat. You will take four alligator clamps with chains and weights attached. You will attach clamps to both bottom and top of my cunt lips. Then you will drop clamps over side of bed. The weights will make my cunt open wide than ever. You will take superglue and glue my clit hood back, out of way. Then, with your cock fucking my mouth, you will take cloth and remove all dryness from my cunt, so I feel all the pain. Then you use a cigarette to burn the inside of my cunt. But when you cum you are to put out the cigarette on my clit.”

“Are you sure about this?” I asked, as my cock got hard, just hearing her talk about it.

“No, not sure. I might lose all feeling in clit. Or maybe it recovers from burns. But I have to do this, so that I know what pain my slave will feel. We do this once. Only time you will get this chance.”

This was not fantasy, but real life. I should have walked away, refusing to do this. But, in my defence, if I had not done this, then she would have got somebody else to do it to her. So it might as well be me. And I was very turned on by the idea. my fantasies, thanks to Heike, were now all about torture and submission.

Heike smoked, but I didn’t. She laid out cigarettes and a light and ashtray (although she would be an ashtray) on the bed. This time, though, I would make an exception and smoke only my second ever cigarette. Then she got the rest of the stuff and stretched herself on the bed. She didn’t have to strip off as she wasn’t wearing any clothing. In fact I had never seen her wearing any clothing. Every time I had gone around to fuck her she had been nude.

I chained her to the four corners of the bed.

“Tighter.” Heike said. “You must pull so hard that I am in pain. The slave expects nothing less.”

I had already padlocked chains tightly around her wrists and ankles. I pulled hard, one after the other, on all four chains, and padlocked the chains in place. Heike’s body was now taut, her legs spread wide. I could smell the familiar scent of her arousal.

Next I got the alligator clamps with the chains attached. Each chain had a one pound lead weight at the end. The clamps themselves were vicious. I had tried one on a finger, and had had to release it immediately. They were so strong that they would not pull off. Her labia would shred before the clamps pulled off.

I attached the first clamp. She screamed as I let it snap shut, rather than letting it close slowly. She bucked on the bed, as much as she could, and swore in German. I got more turned on. I dropped the weight over the side of the bed. She screamed louder. It was a good thing that my parents were out, otherwise they would have called the police.

Three more clamps went on her labia; three more weights were dropped over the side of the bed. The weights did not reach her bedroom floor, meaning that her labia were now stretched as wide as they could ever be.

I got the superglue and glued her clitoral hood away from her little clit. It was already red. Maybe she had been rubbing it before the session, turned on by the idea of what would be happening to her. I was careful not to get any glue on her fingers. Soon the glue was dry, and her clit had no protection at all.

Her cunt was sopping wet. I could see it glistening. Following her orders, I got the cloth which she had provided and wiped away ever trace of moisture, until the pink inside was dry. Then I inserted myself in her waiting mouth. Heike swallowed down my whole length. She had already proved her ability to do deep throat. How she breathed I don’t know, whether through her nostrils or around my cock, but my cock did not move until the torture was complete. I did not fuck her throat, but lay there with her mouth around the end of my cock, where it joined my body. Had I actually set up any rhythmic fucking then I would have come there and then, without the ability of enacting the rest of the torture. As she had said, I would only get to do this once, and I wanted to get this to last.

I lit a cigarette, and sucked on it to get a nice ember at the end. Then I began to torture the inside of Heike’s cunt. I had enough sense not to make too heavy a contact, but to trail the glowing end as lightly as I could over her defenceless flesh. To Heike it must have felt like I was using a branding iron, judging by the sounds which she was making around my cock. I did my best to hold back my orgasm. I managed to trail the end of the cigarette over each little bit of flesh I could see, giving Heike unconscionable torture, but the torture which she had requested. I had intended to smoke more than one cigarette, but my orgasm got in the way. I could feel it building. Just as I came deep in her throat I pressed the glowing end of the cigarette to the end of her clit.

I had only intended to lightly singe Heike’s clit. But I’m afraid that, with my orgasm, I got carried away. I stubbed the cigarette onto her clit and held it there, stubbing it out, only removing it at the end of my orgasm. Heike jerked her body around during this burning. How she managed not to bit off my cock at the root I’ll never know, but she didn’t bite.

As soon as I had recovered from my orgasm I released Heike. There were tears in her eyes. She told me to go, and that she had to tend to her wounds – and there was as nasty little burn at the end of her clit.

I don’t know how long it took for her clit to recover, as I never saw Heike again. Within two days her family were gone, everything being cleared out very quickly. Four days later the police arrived asking us if we had known the Steins. I kept shtum. I didn’t say anything as I didn’t want to get into trouble, and it would have been ungentlemanly to get Heike into trouble. The police never said why they had wanted the Steins, and I never heard anything on the news. But I had the memory of those pictures in the folders, and of the picture of Adolf Hitler on Heike’s bedroom wall, and it was not too hard to fill in the blanks.

My summer with the girl next door changed my life. From then on vanilla was never as big a turn as something involving pain and submission. I became addicted to pornography, especially tales of lesbian torture. Just hearing women with a German accent would cause me to become aroused. When I began writing erotica of my own I would often describe sadomasochistic photographs in my tales. But my biggest turn on was based on what ended up being the best orgasm of my life: of the burning end of a cigarette meeting a defenceless but aroused clit.

I still wonder what happened to Heike. As I never heard of an arrest of her or her family I suspect that she remained free, and that she was inducted into that sadomasochistic society of which her parents were a member. In my fantasies I see Heike, pretty much as she was all those decades ago, mercilessly torturing a clitless black slavegirl. Which, as far as I know, may not be all that far from the truth

The End.