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Susan's New Neighbor

Chapter 1

SUSAN'S NEW NEIGHBOR

Chapter 1

Susan was a shy kind of girl that's hard to imagine she can even talk loud.
Since she moved to her new apartment two years ago she was hardly noted by the
other neighbors, maybe because of her tight agenda : work in the hospital from 8
to 4, aerobic class from 5 to 7, complementary medicine studies, etc. But she
wasn't noticed mainly by her aspect, always wearing denim pants, plain T-shirts,
flatties and most of times, no makeup. Tough she wasn't a "model like" beauty,
she was a pretty woman, and since high school days men hasn't been a problem for
her. In fact she was planning to marry Mark, his boyfriend for the last three
years.

But everything was going to change since Anabelle moved to the apartment next
door. Anabelle was a graphic designer, and as Susan learned soon, she worked for
one of the best advertising agencies of the city. She was the archetype of the
successful professional woman, always wearing the perfect career attire,
expensive but discrete jewelry and the appropriate makeup for each time of the
day. She also took good care of her blonde hair with two or three weekly
sessions at the hairdresser.

Maybe they didn't came to be close friends, but they developed a good neighbor's
relationship. Susan even took Anabelle's advices about the way she looked and
began to use light makeup when she met Mark. He loved this turn on Susan, since
he tried for years to convince her to do so.

What made Susan change her feelings about Anabelle was the way Mark looked at
her when they were going to have a romantic night out. Susan made her best
efforts and wore tight black pants with a red top and she was rewarded by Mark's
comments on the way she looked. They took the elevator down to the parking lot
of the building, were they met Anabelle who was coming back from work. Mark
couldn't do anything to stop staring at Anabelle, she was really stunning in a
short cream jacket dress, cream high heeled pumps and tan pantyhose. His eyes
followed her till she stopped in front of the elevator doors, and Anabelle,
aware of that began teasing one of her legs, as she was checking there were no
scratches in her hose. When the doors opened she came into the elevator without
looking back, feeling something between her legs becoming wet. Though it was
usual that men looked at her in that way, the fact of Mark being the boyfriend
of her shy neighbor was such a turn on, that the only thing she could think
about was taking her vibrator as soon as she could get to her bedroom.

Susan noticed Mark was still looking to the elevator doors as waiting for
Anabelle to come back to the parking. The anger began to fill her, as prior
attention paid by Mark dissolved in the few seconds spent since they saw
Anabelle till she disappeared behind the elevator doors.

Once in the car they argued angrily. It was the first time Susan felt really
jealous with Mark's attitude, but what really annoyed her was Mark's complaints
about her lack of interest on seducing him. By this time she wasn't angry with
Anabelle, because she didn't think her teasing as deliberate and it was usual
for the blonde to look gorgeous.

But this was going to change quickly in the following weeks, as Mark often
pointed Anabelle as an example of how Susan should look. The moment to give that
stupid slut a lesson had come.

A week day afternoon Susan decided she wouldn't go to her aerobic class. Instead
she parked her car near the parking entrance, and as she saw Anabelle's car
arrive, she drove into the parking just behind her. As it was just a
coincidence, after parking the cars both ladies entered the elevator. During the
short trip up Susan wondered how did that silly doll to look so well after ten
hours of work. Anabelle was wearing a red skirt suit, white silk blouse with a
deep cleavage that allowed a peek to her white lacy bra, white stockings and red
suede pumps with 4" heel, but what really impressed Susan was the "just done"
look of Anabelle's hair, and the perfect makeup that resembled her a Revlon ad.
In opposition Susan wore the usual blue jeans, plain black t-shirt and flat
sandals.

When they arrived to their floor, Susan let Anabelle go out of the elevator in
first place. Susan walked behind the proud blonde, hearing the clinking of her
heels, watching the blonde's rear wrapped in the tight red skirt swinging at
every step she took until Anabelle stopped in front of her apartment door,
grabbed the keys from her bag and unlocked the door. Before she entered the
apartment Susan asked her :

Are you waiting for someone?.

Without thinking Anabelle answered

No, I have to wake up  tomorrow morning at 5am to catch a flight for a business
trip. I should go to bed early tonight.

That's perfect to me!

Susan replied as roughly pushed Anabelle inside the apartment, took the keys and
locked the door. Susan smiled while looking at the blonde doll from head to
toes. At first the blonde thought it was some kind of joke that Susan was
playing at her, so she let her butt rest on the back of the couch and smiled
too. Susan approached to a distance of about two feet, looked straight to the
blue eyes of the smiling blonde, and brutally slapped her with her right hand.
Until this moment Susan was unaware of how strong she become after years of gym.
Anabelle ended with her back on the floor trying to understand what was
happening.

What are you doing, Sue?

She cried trying to stand up, but before she could do it, Susan stamped her
sandaled foot on the blonde's groin.

Aaaahh!

Anabelle cried as she arched in pain and covered her groin with both hands.

Susan was completely calm, and she really was enjoying the view of that snooty
bitch tumbled on the floor shuffling her shapely legs.

I am here to teach you to stay away from my boyfriend.

Susan threatened her and sat on the couch with the same smile. Anabelle was
laying on her side, showing her lacy stocking tops.

I didn't do anything with Mark!

Anabelle replied still trying to get on her feet.

Oh, yes you did, slut!

Susan stood up and grabbed the blonde from the jacket lapels pushing her up
until she ended standing in front of her. Anabelle was paralyzed by fear. She
was a couple of inches taller than her neighbor, but by the way she pulled her
up, the blonde knew there was little hope of fighting Susan back.

Still grabbing her by the lapels, Susan pushed Anabelle to the closest wall. She
let the lapels go, delighted with the view of the beautiful and terrified blonde
with the back against the wall and the stockinged legs flickering.

You know well what you did bitch, and you'll learn why!

Susan said while standing in front of her grabbing her pretty face.

Please let go!

Cried Anabelle while grabbed Susan's wrist with both hands, but making almost no
effort to take her hand off from her face.

You'll go when I am finished with you. And, by the way, don't touch me bitch!

Anabelle immediately let Susan's hand free. Susan smiled, released the blonde's
face and gave her a soft slap in the face.

No please, I did nothing!

Susan wondered if the stupid doll would do something to defend herself, so
slapped her again. Anabelle reacted giving Susan a weak slap on the face. It was
almost a caress for Susan who grabbed the blonde's hair with her left hand and
with her right hand gave a rough slap to Anabelle's face. The blonde's head hit
the wall as Susan kept grabbing her hair.

Leave me please!

The blonde implored, as her only reaction was to try to cover her face, but
Susan stopped her.

Put your hands up baby, or you'll end in a hospital bed.

Anabelle obeyed, raising her hands to her shoulders. Then Susan could see the
pearl necklace, the white lacy bra showing behind the shiny silk blouse, and she
couldn't resist the idea that came into her mind. Susan posed her strong hands
over Anabelle's chest, softly caressing her round breasts. Susan felt powerful
having her sexy neighbor hands up against the wall.

I bet you loved when Mark did the same with you, bitch.

Please Susan, I did nothing with him! Leave me please.

Susan's fingers run on Anabelle's chest, letting her feel the contour of the
lacy bra under the blouse and the blonde's nipples hardening. Though Anabelle
was scared, her body was involuntarily reacting at the teasing until Susan
roughly grabbed her breasts, and squirting them together with the blouse and the
bra.

Ahhhh!.....Aaaahh!

Anabelle cried, leaning her head on the wall and keeping her hands by her
shoulders. Susan squirted harder, making Anabelle's flickering knees gave up.
The beautiful blonde began to slide down the wall. Susan released her tits and
grabbed her hair making Anabelle to stand up again. The blonde still couldn't
believe what was going on there, she would do anything to stop this humiliation.

P-ple-please, d-don't hurt me, I'll do anything you want, p-please!

Anabelle plead as Susan kept on smiling on the now stuttering blonde doll. All
signs of proud were gone from Anabelle's face, as tears rolled from her eyes
before Susan's answer.

You're doing what I want now, slut!

Susan began to slap Anabelle with both hands, one slap after the other, with
increasing strength. The blonde cried while being slapped on her model face, and
slowly began to let her hands down. After more than ten slaps Susan stopped,
looked down and saw the beautiful stocking encased legs ending in 300 dollars
suede pumps, and decided it was time to try other kind of punishment. She
stamped her foot over one of the red pumps, pressing hard over her toes. As
Susan kept on, Anabelle moaned squeezing her legs in a worthless attempt to
release her foot. The desperate blonde raised her arms and pushed Susan back.
Susan loose her feet and felt to the floor, while Anabelle raced to the door in
a desperate attempt to escape, only to find the door locked and no keys at
sight.

Susan stood up and slowly approached Anabelle, who started to walk backwards
trying to put distance from Susan.

It seems you like to play a little harder, slut! I'll give you what you want!

Susan yelled and grabbed Anabelle's breasts, squirting hardly as the blonde's
cries become louder. Before releasing the breasts Susan kneeled Anabelle's
stomach, leaving her arched and breathless in the center of the living room.
After that, Susan stood behind the blonde and gave her a violent kick in the
ass, making her land on the carpeted floor.

Susan took a moment to see the scene. The formerly proud beauty was now facing
the floor still wearing her expensive designer clothes. Anabelle's legs were
slightly spread allowing a peek to the lacy top of her white stockings. Susan
noted that between the tight red skirt and the firm butt the blonde was wearing
a garter belt.

Is it hard enough for you, bitch?

Susan prompted before kicking the blonde's cunt, making her legs to spread wider
and her skirt to raise, exposing the garter belt and the white lace panties.

Aaaahhhh!

Anabelle cried at the intense pain. The smart suited blonde laid on the floor
struggling at the intense pain. Her hosed legs and red pumps rubbed the carpet
in an attempt to stand up. But it wasn't over for Susan, who turned Anabelle
upside, extending and pinning her arms her arms with the knees. Once it this
position, Susan unbuttoned the red jacket and ripped the silk blouse, exposing
Anabelle's breasts and bra.

You must love this position slut.

Susan grabbed the blonde's tits letting all her weight rest on the tender
breasts.

Ooooohh, Aaaaah, no more ple...aaaaah!

The red suede pumps slipped on the carpet before the blonde tried to get
released weakly kneeling Susan's back, only to get several hard face slaps.

Aah..Ooh...Aah....ah....

After that, Anabelle's efforts ceased, her legs rested back on the carpet, her
cries faded and her eyes rolled as she lost consciousness.

Susan checked her watch only to find it was only 7pm, realizing she still had
plenty of time to continue the lesson, but the fun wouldn't be the same with
that stupid bitch unconscious. Susan stood up and headed to the kitchen, where
she took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator. Back in the living
room she poured the cold water over Anabelle's breasts and face. The blonde
slowly recovered enough to hear Susan's voice.

Stand up, stupid whore!

Anabelle began to incorporate her body, trying to obey as she didn't want more
punishment. Susan helped her pulling her blonde hair, making Anabelle loose one
of her red high hell pumps. The still stunned blonde didn't even complained.
Susan let her hair go and sat on the couch.

Look at you now, slut. What a mess!

The stunned blonde looked at herself, and could see the wet ripped blouse, her
exposed and bruised breasts, the raised skirt, panties and garters exposed and
the red pump on the floor. Her first impulse was to cover her breasts but she
was interrupted by Susan who stood up.

Take out the jacket and put the shoe on. And you'll move when I told you to,
slut.

Susan was about three feet in front of the unfortunate blonde, while she took
her jacket off and bowed down to take the shoe. When Anabelle stood up, she
started imploring again

Please don't hurt me more, I'll give you anything you want!

All signs of the arrogant and self confident woman have disappeared from
Anabelle, leaving only an humiliated beauty begging for mercy.

OK, I'll take it, bitch!

Susan grabbed Anabelle's wrist and twisted her arm on her back. With her other
hand she grabbed the blonde's hair while pulling her arm up harder.

Ohhhhhhh, please, please stop!

Anabelle pledged while Susan pushed her near the couch. Still grabbing the
blonde's hair Susan pushed her head down forcing the blonde's tummy to rest in
the back of the couch. Susan pressed her arm harder till the blonde's face
rested on the seat of the couch leaving her ass facing up, and the tip of the
shoes barely touching the floor.

Susan let the blonde's arm go and took a look around at the living room, and in
a few seconds she saw what she was looking for. She took a Vogue magazine and
went back to Anabelle who still was in the same humiliating position begging for
mercy.

Nice ass babe, I'll play with it for a while.

Susan laughed at the defeated blonde bimbo. The round and firm cheeks were the
perfect start of Anabelle's slender legs. Susan's fingers played with the
garters and the delicate lace panties.

Please stop, you've already hurt me bad, please.

Anabelle begged while her neighbor softly teased her ass and crotch.

Did you enjoyed sex with my boyfriend bitch?

I only masturbated, the first time I saw him. Please believe me!

Susan ignored her begging, rolled the magazine, fondled the firm tight ass and
began to spank her. Anabelle's dangling legs flexed at each beat she got. After
each beat, Susan shoved her finger into the blonde's wet clit, playing with her
soft pussy labia.

Your pussy is licking bitch! Are you thinking in Mark?

Anabelle moaned rhythmically as her high heel pumps lifted after each beat. The
shame of being controled by other woman was nothing compared to the fire she was
feeling in her rear. But the real humiliation was that she was being fingered by
Susan, and her body was responding like slut.

Susan continued beating the poor blonde's ass, as its color changed from white
to pink, to red, to purple. After ten minutes of uninterrupted punishment Susan
decided it was enough for that night and threw the magazine on the floor.
Anabelle's ass was in fire, and even if she could, she wouldn't dare to make
even the slightest movement just in case it could turn her neighbor angrier.
Susan grabbed the blonde's hair and lifted her head till she stood up.

Now it's time to sleep honey. You don't want to miss that flight, dear.

Susan talked to her victim while pulling her to the bedroom. Anabelle could
hardly stand up,and walking was an impossible task. The blonde felt to the floor
before reaching the bedroom. Susan let the blonde's hair go as she was falling.

You should be grateful I am getting tired, honey. Now move to the bedroom!

Anabelle crawled her way to the bedroom, very slowly as she almost couldn't
move. Susan helped her by stamping her sandal's soles on the blonde's ass every
time Anabelle paused until she reached the bedside. Anabelle couldn't get on her
feet by herself as she's lost control of her body. Susan helped her, leaving her
standing in front of the bed.

Now I'll take some things from your wardrobe. It's that okay, bitch?

The sobbing blonde would let her take the whole apartment if she wanted. She
nodded terrified and involuntarily peed. The amber liquid drained trough her
sheer white stockings, stained her red pumps, leaving a puddle on the carpet.

You're ruining your fine hose and shoes honey. Is it proper for an elegant lady
like you?

Anabelle didn't answer. She was embarrassed and humiliated, unable to stop her
angry neighbor.



Well, you're ready to sleep honey!

After seeing the scene, Susan took a step back from her, only to take impulse
for a hard punch on Anabelle's face. The punch hit Anabelle hard on the face,
and when her back reached the bed the blonde was already knocked out.

Susan left the spread blonde and spent twenty minutes choosing clothes from her
victim's wardrobe. Once finished she sat on the bed, looked at the unconscious
blonde who now had a black eye, and spent a few seconds thinking about the
"grand finale". Susan spread Anabelle's legs, took one of the red pumps off,
lifted the crotch of the stained white lace panties and inserted the shoe by the
toes into her pussy. Anabelle didn't react when Susan pushed hard until almost
half of the shoe penetrated her poor pussy. Susan covered the heel with the
blonde's panty securing the shoe.

Looking at her trashed victim, Susan wondered if Anabelle would have wet dreams.
Afterwards,  she set the alarm clock at 5AM, took her trophies and looked at the
blonde.

Have a nice trip tomorrow, I'll be waiting for you to come back my dear.

After the farewell Susan returned to her apartment, where she started thinking
about the next lesson she would teach her unfortunate neighbor.



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