From: darkside@Hades.net
Subject: Night Vision by Dark Side (M+/F,bdsm,nc)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Night Vision
by
Dark Side
Of course I know that it's wrong. But I get this urge and I just
can't help
myself. If I don't succumb then I will just lay awake all night
anyway, so what the hell, I'm not hurting anyone or anything. I go
out.
My apartment complex is truly huge and mine is only one several
grouped together. All told there must be thousands of homes in easy
walking distance of me. That suits me just fine. See, I'm a voyeur.
I live by myself, work in a print shop forty hours a week, and spend
just about every night outside. I've been doing this for three years
now. After all this time and effort I got it down to a science. I have
my regulars. There are ten to fifteen tenants that I know that I can
count on for a show. I swear they must want me to look.
I discovered the first of my regulars the second week after I
moved in. They live two buildings over from me and are, or were,
newlyweds. They couldn't give a better show if they served popcorn.
Three or four ( it was more at first) times a week you can see them.
Their shades are always up at least six inches, and so is he.
She is a blond about 24 and he is a sandy haired guy, maybe 30. The
light is always on when they go at it and when the temperature is nice
the window is open, too. She's noisy and I can't understand why no one
has ever complained, but apparently no one has. They have sex down to
a true art.
They undress each other, slowly kissing and licking each area as it's
revealed. She has a perfect body, breasts large, but not too large for
her frame, the tightest ass you can imagine (she has to work out), and
a bushy blond pussy that reaches ever so slightly for her navel (I
love hair). I guess that he looks good too, he has a muscular build
and no obvious flaws.
Anyway, once they are undressed, they get on the bed.
They seem to alternate nights for oral sex, and to tell you the truth
I usually skip the nights when she is giving. Watching her squeeze her
tits and listening to her moan when she cums is a treat worth wading
though hot coals for. He must bring her off at least five times before
moving up and pushing his dick inside. She wraps her legs around his
hips and starts to jerk up against him, I swear she works harder than
he does. After about ten minutes of pacing themselves they lose
control, they're smashing their crotches together and she's screaming
and then when he pulls out (birth control?) thick streams of cum shoot
over her stomach, some getting up to her lips. Then they turn out the
light and go to sleep. At least I guess they do, I'm gone as soon as
the hand goes for the switch. Timing is everything.
Anyway, the reason that I started like this is so that I could
tell you that the other night I went out to see them, they weren't
there. It really pissed me off. The nerve of them, changing the
schedule like that and not clearing it with me first. I have gotten
kind of lazy, setting up a routine and not looking elsewhere for a
while. So I wandered, without any real direction. It was about three
in the morning before I knew it and I hadn't seen anything. But I've
learned that if you don't see something by two or so, you're not going
to.
So I set off back home. About halfway back, I saw a light go on in an
apartment that I didn't know. So I snuck over to see what I could see.
The shade and window were both open about four inches, giving me a
really good view.
I must have gotten there right away because I saw a dressed man
sitting on a bed next to a woman whom he had obviously just woken up.
Just as clear was the fact that he had been drinking. He was talking
about how his credit card had been turned down at the bar, and how
embarrassed he was to have to ask his buddies to pay for him, and
where the hell did she spend the money, etc.
Normally, I would just walk away from a fight, but she sat up in
bed and she had on the cutest teddy, I couldn't tear myself away. I
watched her bust expand and contract while she started crying and
being sorry, and saying how it wouldn't happen again. Suddenly, he
reached out and smacked her across the face. I guess that he hadn't
ever hit her before, because she looked really surprised. He told her
that sorry wasn't good enough and she was going to have to pay her own
way this time. I didn't know what he was talking about anymore than
she did, when he when out of the room.
It was a surprise to both of us when he returned with three other men.
She jerked the covers up to her neck and told them to get out of her
room. Her man reached down and grabbed the blanket away from her,
saying that it was all her own fault. The new men moved closer to the
bed and pulled her to her feet, standing her up on the floor at the
end of the bed. One man told her that as payment for her husband's bar
bill, and as punishment for being so bad with his hard earned money,
she was theirs for the weekend. Then he told her to strip.
She just stood there for a minute, crying and pleading
with them not do this. Then one man punched her in the stomach and as
she doubled over, he hit her again, this one on the jaw. The woman
flew back onto the bed, stunned and gasping for air. She must have
laid there for five minutes. Once she had caught her breath, the man
that had hit her pulled her back up to where she had been. He told her
that if she made any loud noises or tried to get away, she'd get a lot
worse, then said for her to strip again. She was still sobbing, but
she shrugged the outer part of her outfit off her shoulders and it
fell to he floor.
Now she had only the camisole and panties to cover her from their
eyes. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was maybe
21 years old. As she stood there I could see that her long red hair
reached the middle of her back. Her breasts stood firmly from her
chest. Her skin was creamy, with a few freckles. Her ass was firm and
round inside her outfit.
Now she was crying harder, saying please, over and over again. Another
of the strange men told her that if she didn't keep going then he was
going to kick her ass. She reached up and slid the shoulder straps of
the camisole down her arms. It fell to the floor, wrapped around her
feet. Her breasts were perfect. Large, but not too large for her
figure, with pink, fear stiffened nipples. Then she pushed the panties
off her hips. Between her thighs was a small forest of bright red
curls, which she tried to hide with her hands. One of the men slapped
her hands from in front of her, so she stood with her arms to her
sides, completely exposed to their eyes and hands.
They reached out almost as one and started to touch her. Their
hands moved slowly over her body, squeezing her breasts and ass. One
man shoved a hand between her legs, doing something that made her
jump. Another started pinching her nipples, making her squeal in pain.
This went on for a few minutes until the men abusing her could no
longer stand to wait.
After making her get on her knees in front of them, she was made to
open their pants and pull out their cocks. They forced her hands up
and down two of them while the other was pushed into her mouth, after
a while they would switch. The first one came in her mouth, but the
second decided to spray her face and rub it in, the third put his
spurting dick against her nose and made her sniff it in. The hand jobs
she was giving kept them all hard after they came. Her husband jerked
off twice watching his lovely wife being abused.
After they all came once into her young mouth, she was told to
get onto the bed and position herself to please them. With just those
instructions she climbed slowly onto the bed, fresh tears falling on
the sheet, and lay on her back with her arms at her side. Then one
told her to spread her legs. She did.
"More" She did. "More, bitch" Her feet hung off the sides of the
mattress, the tendons in her thighs straining.
Another told her to spread the lips of her cunt. "Now finger
yourself." She moaned in humiliation, but inserted two fingers into
her tight, redhaired pussy. "Play with your clit." She rubbed her
thumb against it. They kept her at it a long time. After a while her
fingers looked wet and her hips started to move just a little bit. As
she got more worked up I happened to look over at her husband. He had
a camera and was taking shots of her masturbating as fast as he could.
Her hips started bucking and suddenly she arched her back and then
collapsed on the bed. The men surrounding her clapped their hands and
whistled at her performance. As soon as the glow faded she curled up
in the fetal position and cried.
They let her be for a minute while one of them went to get a six-pack
out of the fridge. As they drank their beer she took no notice of
them. Then one grabbed an unopened can and shook it up. She jumped
when he opened it and sprayed the icy liquid over her body. She had
leaped to her hands and knees to try to get away from the spraying
beer.
Now a man grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. Without another word
he shoved his hard cock into her still wet pussy and started pumping.
She gasped as he entered her and then began to fuck into her tight
passage. The others watched the show for a minute and then one got on
his knees on the bed in front of her and forced himself in her mouth.
Not wanting to be left out of the action the third man lay down under
her swinging breasts and took a nipple into his mouth. I guess that he
wasn't just sucking because I saw his jaw working and she started to
make squealing noises around the cock raping her mouth. Once he had
changed nipples a couple of times I could indeed see bite marks on her
breasts. The two men at either end of her came at almost the same
time, both pulling away from her violated body.
The man chewing her nipples pushed her around on the bed and
positioned her crotch over his, never taking the breast meat from his
mouth. Then he took one of her hands and put it on his dick, making it
clear that she was to put him inside her herself. She had an almost
blank look on her face as she did what was expected and lowered
herself onto him. One of the other men spoke up. "Come on, whore,
don't just sit there, move your ass." She did, raping herself on him
for long minutes before he came, from the sound of her choked scream
he bit down especially hard then.
Her husband produced some rope and in a few minutes she was
helplessly tied spread eagle to the bed. They added a gag and a
blindfold and left the room, telling her on the way out to have a good
night and not to worry, they still had all of Saturday and Sunday to
take care of her needs.
She lay helpless on the bed and cried to herself.
I felt sorry for her but I was incredibly horny and couldn't
imagine leaving now, even to do the right thing and call the cops. I
waited for a little while and when no one came back in I went to the
other windows to see what the men were doing. I discovered them in the
livingroom, sound asleep in their drunkenness. An idea came to me. If
I snuck into the house, then I could release her and be gone without
the men knowing I was there and without the cops getting involved. So
I went back to her window and looked in. The girl had apparently
succumbed to exhaustion and was crying softly in her sleep. I tested
this by rattling the screen a little. No reaction. So I carefully
worked the screen off the window (they aren't put together well in
these buildings) and, that done, I soundlessly lifted the window and
climbed inside.
It was quiet inside the apartment and I could hear the men in
the livingroom, snoring. I quietly shut the door and turned to the
girl on the bed. Even with the bruises on her breasts and body and the
tear streaks on her face she was the most beautiful woman I had ever
seen. Before I knew what I was doing I was standing above her with my
hands on her breasts. She woke immediately, but I realized that with
the blindfold she didn't know that I wasn't one of "them", would never
know. So I moved my hands over her, exploring the unwilling flesh. I
pinched her abused nipples, feeling a thrill coarse though me at her
muffled scream. I ran a hand down to her cunt. The bright red pubic
hair was matted with still damp cum and the lips were swollen from the
violations. I grabbed a lip and twisted. Her hips bucked in pain. My
fingers moved up a little and pinched her clit, she made so much noise
that I was sure that the men would wake up, but I could still hear
their snores from the other room.
My lust at an all time pitch, I pulled down my pants and leapt onto
her, thrusting my cock in at the same time. She gasped and moaned
behind the gag as I pumped into her. I moved faster and harder into
her defenseless body, at the last second I grabbed the top of her head
to hold her steady while I pounded her beaten cunt. I released into
her and lay my head on her chest, chewing on a nipple while I
recovered. Then, not wanting to push my luck any further, I pulled up
my pants and climbed back out the window, putting everything back the
way that I found it. On the way home I decided to bring my camera back
the next night.
As soon as I could safely chance it on Saturday night I
slipped down to my new exhibit. Normally I will sleep most of the day
on the weekends. Today I couldn't, alternating between guilt over my
part in her predicament and a strange exhilaration that I had never
felt before. But having that beautiful woman completely helpless to my
desires was a narcotic. So Saturday night found me outside her window
again. The scene inside was beyond anything I would have imagined.
She was still on the bed, but her ties, gag, and blindfold were gone,
and her eyes were wild. Men were all over the room. There must have
been fifteen of them packed into there. Two were on the bed with her,
one beneath, with her fucking him from above. The other was on her,
reaming out her asshole. They had her pumping for a long time,
sometimes telling her to slow down, then to speed up. The whole time I
could hear her making little whimpering sounds, but she reacted
immediately to any order given her. The men must have been there for a
while before my arrival because there was no rush to replace the guys
when they were finished. They just pulled out of her abused body and
threw her back on the bed. For a minute nothing happened and I watched
her crying on the mattress.
There were no pillows or sheets on the bed, no place for her to hide
from them. The men stood around her making jokes and commenting about
her body and face. Finally a man approached the bed. I could hear her
start to moan and then plead. "No more, please no more, I can't take
any more, I'll die, please no more." The men found this very funny and
the one beside her bent down. "Don't worry, I won't fuck you this
time. Does that make you feel better?" The woman nodded, not saying
anything. "But I do want you to do something, I want you to turn over
and spread your legs." She did, I could see bruises all over her legs
and thighs and her sex looked raw to the point of bleeding.
After she was in position he gave her a beer bottle. "Since I'm not
fucking you, I thought you might want to keep yourself occupied for a
while." She started crying louder and saying no, no, no. The man
slapped her. Then again. And again. Finally she moved the bottle to
the opening of her cunt and started to push it in. She screamed. The
man instantly covered her mouth until someone gave him a gag, which he
put on her. "Now keep going, bitch, I want that pumping fast or I'll
think of something that you really won't like."
The bottle moved in again, she started screaming into the gag. The
bottle was halfway in her, the swollen lips spreading around the glass
when she stopped, her head shaking violently back and forth. The man
turned to his companions. "I think she needs help, should I?" There
was a resounding YES. He reached down and twisted the bottle. She
almost jumped off the bed. Men moved forward and grabbed her body to
hold her down as the bottle was fucked into her.
Finally one pulled her gag out and shoved his stiff cock into her open
mouth. The bottle was jerked out and another man climbed on and
started to rut. More lined up to replace those who finished. The whole
time I was taking pictures. I had bought the camera just for my night
adventures, so it didn't need flash or anything like that to get a
good exposure. I had already gone through three rolls of film, only
stopping to jerk off.
The rest of the night went pretty much like that. By four am the last
of the men were gone, leaving just her husband and two of the men from
the night before. Her husband sat on the bed next to her head. After a
minute she looked up at him. "I'm sorry for the money, please stop
this, I can't take any more." He actually looked at her and laughed.
"But honey, after tomorrow night I'll have enough cash to put a down
payment on a house. And you can't guess what Jim said tonight. He
offered four grand for you on Monday morning, said that you could help
out on his farm, you know keeping his workers happy, stuff like that,
you know?" She was crying again. "You can't do that, please, I'll be
good. I'll do what you want, I'll make it good for you. Please let me
show you."
With that she struggled up to her hands and knees, pushing her lips to
his. I could see her push her tongue into his mouth as she opened his
fly and pulled him gently out. She moved down and started to lick his
dick and balls. He lasted about ten minutes, at the end pumping his
jism into her mouth, which she swallowed. She kept sucking until he
was hard again, then she climbed onto him. She grimaced as she
inserted his hard cock into her sore vagina but somehow didn't let out
more than a whimper.
For ten minutes she fucked him, sometimes the pain got the best of her
and she cried out, but for the most part she played the part of the
passionate partner. Even to the point of kissing him during and acting
out a climax at the end. The others watched the show and clapped at
the end, but she concentrated only on him. This Jim guy must be a
nightmare for her to go through this to stay away from him.
When she rolled off of him her body was drenched in sweat and her
beautiful red hair was plastered to her scalp. Her husband looked at
his companions. "I should get six thousand for her." She burst out
crying and didn't stop as the others each took a turn on her. When
they were done she was again tied, blindfolded, and gagged. The men
looked exhausted and moved out to the livingroom and soon were asleep.
I didn't even plan on going in again that night, but go in I did. She
wasn't sleeping like she was last night and figured out from the
sounds that someone was breaking into the house. Once in, I checked on
the men, sleeping. I moved over to the bed. If you asked me at that
moment what I was going to do I wouldn't have hesitated. I'm going to
let her loose. But as I bent down I heard myself talking.
"Know who I am? I was here last night after they went to sleep. I can
let you go, but not for nothing. Do you think that you can make it
good for me like you did him?" She nodded desperately. "Okay, here's
what I'll do. I'll let you up and take off your gag. If you're really
good you get loose when I'm done. If not, then Jim gets to put you
down on the farm, got it?" She nodded vigorously. I let her up and
took off her gag.
She immediately kissed me, thrusting her tongue deeply into my mouth.
Her hands moved over my body, opening my shirt and pants. Licking her
way down my body, she reached my cock. Slurping and licking my manhood
while her hands played with my balls. Her lips engulfed me, taking me
deep in her mouth. She couldn't quite get it all in so I grabbed two
handfuls of red curls and shoved myself into her throat. I know that
it hurt but she didn't let it show.
When I was ready to cum I told her to jerk me off on her face. I shot
onto her blindfold, nose and lips. "Now lick it up." She did. I kept
her working. Her tongue soon had me up again and she straddled my
hips. The red hair between her legs was still wet from the loads of
the other men who had taken her that night. Her labia were red and
chapped. Even with the sperm inside her I knew that she was in agony
as she dropped her pussy onto me. She pushed her mouth onto mine and
screamed into it. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." But I told her to
kiss me again. As she put her mouth to mine I reached out and smashed
her hips against mine. I came as she screamed again into my mouth. She
lay on me, exhausted and sobbing. "Please let me go, I won't tell
anyone about you, if they send me to Jim he'll kill me, please..." I
did.
-Epilog-
It was in the papers the next day. WIFE HELD PRISONER BY
HUSBAND, PROSTITUTED TO PAY DEBTS! No mention of me. Her husband
pleaded guilty and gave up his friends. I think he might be out by the
time his dick dries up and falls off.
I saw her the other day in my store. She looked wonderful. I talked to
her for a while. She never recognized my voice. By the time her
copying was done, we had a coffee date.
Life is good. We see each other a couple of times a month. Whenever
one of us wants to get laid. She doesn't want a relationship, but
won't tell me why. I still go out to look in on my neighbors, but
somehow something is missing. It's just not as exciting. At least I
have my pictures.
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