The Whipping Girl

Act 1- Pleasure

Chapter 1. Informal introductions

New neighbors today. That big house has been empty for a few months, ever since the Hendersons moved to Tampa. The Hendersons were good friends of his grandparents, and when they passed last year, they just decided it was time to make their winter home a permanent one. Good riddance. The Hendersons were nosey and their voices dripped with insincere concern that didn't disguise their judgment of him.

The moving truck was being unloaded by some guys in uniforms. A stylish black leather sofa. A large wooden dresser with an attached mirror. Modern glass tables with wrought iron frames. A large wooden four poster bed- that took some effort. Boxes, lots of boxes, and he could just barely see writing on them from the attic window where he peered out through wooden slat blinds. He hastily searched the piles of papers, boxes and equipment strewn around his work station until his eyes finally picked out the long black strap attached to his binoculars and he snatched them up. Unfortunately they were the cornerstone of a small tower of clutter, which tumbled to the floor unnoticed. He was expertly focused in on the words scrawled across the big brown box that the mover was currently toting up the driveway: Sabrina-Toys.

Damn. He hated children. The neighbor two houses down to the left had a whole gang of brats that were always competing to be the best prankster. Putting food dye in their parent’s shower head or leaving live snakes in peoples cars were some of their more memorable heists. They had learned not to mess with his property the hard way.

He lost all interest in the new neighbors. Kids meant nothing would be happening over there, at least nothing he would care to watch. He whistled for Kippers and set about his nightly routine of feeding himself and his dog, a gorgeous tri colored Collie that was the sole surviving member of his family. After dinner he decided to take Kippers for a walk around the block a few times rather than just letting him into the yard. Perhaps he would get a glimpse of the new neighbors if they had arrived yet.

As he walked out his door he could see that they had indeed arrived. The moving truck had left, and a glossy black convertible Mustang was parked in the drive. Its backseat was piled with boxes and baskets but no one was around outside. In the street was a beat up looking blue Fiesta that was garishly covered in bumper stickers, obviously driven by a teenager. Rock music was blasting from the front left window of the house and the same band was featured prominently among the stickers.

He slowly made his way down his porch steps with Kippers trying to drag him forward. He was hoping he could catch a glimpse of one of them as they came for more boxes but also wanted a secure moment to take a look at the cars and their contents. The Mustang’s backseat was neatly packed, and Kippers happened to choose a spot on his lawn that was close enough to the car that he could get a good look at some of the labels. Sabrina-Outfits, Sabrina-Bathroom, Angel-Books, Angel-Pictures. There was a basket of clothes too, the top was covered in a towel, but he could see glimpses of silky things, and lacy things, and prettily colored fabric. He wished he could be guaranteed a few seconds alone, but knew if he touched the basket that would be the moment someone would walk out and he would meet his new neighbors with his hand in the cookie jar. The front seat was empty, two empty drinks in the cup holder. The driver’s was a coffee from Starbucks with bright red lipstick stains. The passenger had a zero calorie vitamin water. Stylish black sunglasses were clipped to each visor, both were about the same size and style and definitely designed for women.

Kippers finished his business and was pulling him away from the Mustang. He walked his dog down toward the street to peruse the Fiesta a moment, while Kippers dutifully pulled him right to it so he could eagerly sniff around its tires to see where else it had been. Just in case his neighbors were watching him from their window, he made a small show of trying to be polite and pull his dog away, then reluctantly and with some embarrassment let him sniff around the tires.

Meanwhile he was cataloguing everything he could about the Fiesta owner. The boxes in this car were not neatly labeled like those in the Mustang, and some weren’t even closed properly. Clothing laid in a heap on the passenger seat, on the top of the pile was a black leather corset with a Celtic star engraved on the breast, like something worn in Renaissance times. He couldn’t get a good look at any other garments, but the pile was predominantly black, purple, and white colored fabrics. The car itself was heavily decorated. Like most teenagers, this one was trying to project her personality out into the world, looking for any kind of response. There was a plethora of dangling knick-knacks hanging from the mirror that ranged from crystals to dead flowers. There were pictures of friends thumb-tacked to the ceiling and writing on almost every surface that looked like it had been done with a set of paint pens. It seemed like mostly inane stuff to him, probably inside jokes and movie references. He did catch a name though, it would have been hard to miss the giant pink scrawl “We will miss you Kali”. The car was covered in bumper stickers whose subjects varied from anti-government political statements, crude jokes, metal bands to warning fellow commuters not to cut her off. On the hood someone had painted a mural of a dark wizard in black and purple robes holding the chain leash of a bright multi-colored dragon. The art was very well done, but the paint was not weather resistant and parts of it were deteriorating, it couldn’t be more than a few weeks old. Judging by the skill of the doodles all around the driver’s seat the artwork was most likely Kali’s doing.

His time was up. Any longer would appear less than casual, though he thought he might get away with it considering the uniqueness of this particular car. Still, better safe than sorry and he felt he had a pretty good handle on who this girl was already. He quickly walked to the end of the block, crossed the street and came back down his street from the opposite side of the road.

He walked slowly and watched the house for any signs of life. He was rewarded at the last moment, almost too late to casually observe without blatantly turning to face the house. A stunningly beautiful woman ran out from the house to the Mustang to grab a basket of clothes. Her hair was long to her thighs and a brilliant yellow that seemed to emanate light more than catch it. She was tall and dressed in a flowing white blouse and skirt. She wore numerous gold and silver circlets around her wrists and neck that jiggled lightly as she bounced her way to the car. She was light on her feet, graceful but full of energy. Her movements flowed from moment to moment as though she was orchestrating them to fit a melody in her mind, one that was a lot more pleasant than the death metal that was polluting the street. Then he noticed she actually was wearing earphones that connected to a white ipod that was strapped around her upper arm. She danced her way up the front steps using a clothes basket as her dance partner and disappeared back inside the house out of his view. She hadn’t looked up at him at all and as far as he could tell she hadn’t noticed him. He made a few more circles around the block, but after 15 minutes, felt he was being too obvious and returned back home.

Most of the day passed uneventfully. He managed to walk Kippers three more times without drawing attention, but figured any more would be pushing the limit. The stack of boxes in the Mustang were steadily dwindling as the hours passed, the blaring metal music had finally been silenced, to be replaced by a softer melody that couldn’t quite be heard from the street. Trashcans and empty boxes found their way to the street in stages and again he got a look at the box marked Sabrina-Toys that had given him a false impression that they were a family with small children. He puzzled over this again, there didn’t seem to be any other indications that there were children. And he hadn’t seen any guys names on any of the boxes. There was only enough room for three passengers in the vehicles and he was convinced the blonde he saw was Angel, but he hadn’t had a look at Sabrina yet. Perhaps she was the child. He took a closer look at the Mustang and decided to run the plate to see who owned it. The Mustang’s plate read L0V3 T0Y. Oh wow. That explains Sabrina’s toy box, and she must be the driver. Definitely not a child then.

His scouting had told him a lot. He returned to his perch in the attic and looked down over their backyard. He hoped they would want to explore some of its beauty before bed. The Hendersons loved their backyard and had created a wonderful place for parties there. It had a small stream with live coy and a little waterfall that fed a pond set in front of the middle of the back wall. There were swings and a couple of patio tables, a pool and a hot tub, a firepit, and four fountains with statuary guards that each decorated a corner of the yard. Stunningly beautiful plants of all colors and shapes overgrew the yard. Since the Hendersons moved, the real estate people have not kept up with the extensive gardening required to keep that wilderness in check. The entire area was surrounded by a 10 foot privacy fence that could only be seen over by his attic window, something that never bothered the Hendersons when it was just his grandparents living here. When his parents died five years ago he had come to live in his grandparents attic, a fact that unsettled the Hendersons who had once noticed him watching one of their social gatherings from his window. Only once, he learned to be more careful after that. There had been large quantities of cocaine at that particular party, and the Hendersons made it extremely clear to him that if the men who brought that cocaine had seen him peering out his bedroom window they would have killed him on the spot. Now he was more careful. He set up a high powered camera in the window and aimed it to get a good view of the entire yard in the shot. The image recorded to his computer and he could forward it from there to his ipad or iphone and watch it from anywhere so he wouldn’t have to sit by the window. He decided to enjoy the rest of the warm spring evening in his backyard with Kippers.

Chapter 2-Character development

He had timed it just right. He had enough time to play Kippers out and settle in silently to wait. On his iPad, he watched the neighbors back yard spark up at dusk when the automatic lighting kicked on, a fact that was noticed by the residents. He recognized the flowing gold hair of Angel as she swept out onto the porch then called into the house to cajole her roommates into coming out. She stood at the end of the porch and surveyed the wondrous scene while bouncing on her toes impatiently waiting for the rest to enjoy it with her. His camera was good but the shot was too wide to get a good close up view of the women that gamboled out into the yard, squealing their delight at its beauty.

In addition to Angel he saw someone that simply had to be Kali, she was dressed in a black halter top and dark camo pants, had black hair with streaks of rainbow that slipped through it as she moved, black armguards with silver spikes on her wrists, a black wrought iron band twisted around her bare upper arm, and a montage of chains hanging off her hips. It was hard to tell from this shot but there was something on her midriff that might have been a large piercing or perhaps an oddly placed belt buckle. There was some kind of band tight around her neck, but again the camera couldn’t resolve it well from this angle. Every aspect of her dress and posture screamed death metal teen. She was particularly interested in the waterfall and stood contemplating it alone for a few minutes.

He finally got a good look at Sabrina. She was a stunning seductress of a woman. She had short, stylishly cut slut-red hair that matched her come-fuck-me-red lipstick. She was dressed in an outfit that would have been more suited to a Lovers Lane commercial than a night in the back yard with friends. It was a loose black gauzy material over a solid white bikini that barely hid anything in the first place, tied around her waist with a black rope cord ending in small bells that jingled when she moved too quickly.

Sabrina and Angel explored the yard together talking about their landscaping plans. It was interesting to see their movement from above, but clearly hear their voices from the other side of the fence. When everything was quiet in the area he could hear conversational talking from any point in the yard, but if the hottub was on he could only hear the conversation within it, so he took up a position nearest the hottub which also put him near the pool area.

Sabrina was clearly the owner of the house. She kept telling Angel about her plans to develop the yard as a meeting area for her business, which apparently included throwing a ton of parties with “the girls.” She detailed how she intended to set up different areas of the yard for different categories and he was caught a bit off guard when she mentioned having a dildo stand near the willow tree so the branches can act as a curtain for shy ladies who want to try out the products. He listened closely to the conversation that followed.

“That reminds me, hey Kali”

“Yea” from across the yard. He watched her walk over to the hottub area on his iPad.

“Sabrina is hosting one of her parties this Friday and I think it best that you not be home.”

“Seriously? I don’t have anywhere else to go, its not like I’ve made friends in the like 10 hours we’ve lived here. Why not just let me come, I mean it’s just sex Angel.”

“You know you can’t come Kali. Your sister still thinks you’re too young even though you are 18 now." Sabrina rolled her eyes, "Besides, there will be liquor there and I don't want any underage drinking." Sabrina finished sternly.

Angel's dulcet voice sounded cajoling as she said "I know you don’t know anyone, sis, but I asked around the nurse’s station and one of them has a brother that’s into all that gaming stuff you like. She said he has a game on Fridays that you are welcome to join. I think it’s a good opportunity for you to meet others...like you.”

“Not everyone that plays games is like me you know, most of them are just dorks with nothing better to do because they can’t get girlfriends. “

“Well, thanks to you now they can,” Sabrina quipped. They all laughed, like tinkling bells in the night.

“Besides, the nurse let slip that she thinks their game is just a cover to smoke pot and eat Doritos so I think you’ll fit right in.” Her voice sounded disapproving and he was glad she apparently was not into those nasty drugs also.

“Naw, Doritos suck.” They all laughed again.

“Listen, I can’t show up empty handed, I’ll need to bribe my way into the circle with a big bag of ‘Doritos’ and I’ll need gas for my car to get there. Any way I can get some bribe money to go along with this?”

“I’ll tell you what, this yard needs a lot of work to be ready for my party, if you are willing to help out with that I’ll pay you enough to buy a bag of Doritos big enough to bribe your way to dungeon master.” Sabrina offered.

“Deal!”

“The real estate agent said the pool and hottub should already be clean and ready to use, do you guys want to go for a night swim?” offered Angel.

He watched and listened as they went in to change into swimwear and fumble with the tub controls until it roared into life with their exclamations of joy. It was a bit dark to see the details of their swimwear, but both Angel and Sabrina were in bikinis and Kali was in a black one piece with mesh around the midriff. He heard them hiss as they adjusted to the hot water and watched them settle in. He tuned out their chatter about the move and their plans for the yard and just watched them enjoy the tub while, unbeknownst to them, he silently caressed himself.

“I think that pool is big enough for laps, I want to swim a few before bed and see how I like it. I might not even need to find a community pool if it is.” Kali said as she climbed out of the tub and expertly dove headfirst into the in ground pool. He could hear her splashing as she swam back and forth but it wasn’t loud enough to prevent him from hearing Angel hiss “Wait no, Kali is right there, it would be really weird to do that with my sister so close to us.”

“She can't hear or see anything from in the pool, and I want to try out a few of my water toys before the party. Part your legs my little angel.” He listened intently and peered at the frustratingly small image on his iPad but he simply couldn’t see or hear much of this unbelievable scene playing out just feet from where he sat eagerly straining. He caught what he thought was a moan, then another that sounded like something hurt a little. Then Sabrina said “There, it’s in, now check this out, this model inflates while it’s inside, see?” he heard Angel moan again. “You like that huh? It gets better.”

He couldn’t tell how it got better but a moment later he could definitely hear Angel’s moans and a little splashing in the tub as she moved rhythmically. The moaning got louder and the splashing more frantic until Kali’s angry voice unexpectedly shattered the moment. He hadn’t even noticed that the sound of her splashing had stopped until she said “Seriously? You’re fucking my sister with me 10 feet away? That’s disgusting, I’m going inside to give you perverts some PRIVACY!” and she stomped off into the house dripping wet. A few moments later angry death metal rattled the house windows.

“Well that was embarrassing.” said Angel.

“Do you want me to stop? Now that we do have privacy?”

“No, no I don’t. I need it now.”

“I brought something else out to try. Turn around, kneel here and put your hands up against the fence.”

He watched her grab something long and white out of her bag, straps dangled off the end of it.

“You know that’s too big, it just won’t fit in me yet. I only just started getting used to having anything in me at all, and that simply won’t fit there,” whimpered Angel, her face mere inches from the other side of the fence. It sounded like she was talking right to him.

Sabrina obviously wasn’t listening to her plea. He watched her strap the dildo around her waist and pull Angel’s bikini bottom off, then position herself behind her and lean over her back. He could hear her voice almost as close as Angels saying. “I’ll give you the choice then, we can either try to make it fit your cunt, or I can pound your ass with it since we both know it will fit there.”

He heard Angel grunt as Sabrina forced it into which ever hole she picked. It sounded like the first few thrusts hurt Angel but before long she was begging for Sabrina to go harder and faster. The planks of the privacy fence rattled with each forceful thrust, in moments Angel was slamming her hands into the boards in a frenzy.

“Arch your back and lean against me. I want to squeeze those beautiful tits of yours.” Directed Sabrina, and he watched as Angel shifted position and laid back against Sabrina’s shoulder. He now had a great shot of Sabrina’s hands grabbing and squeezing Angel’s breasts to use as leverage for more powerful thrusts.

"Harder, please squeeze them harder.”

“I don’t want to hurt you my little angel.”

“Please hurt me, harder please. Please I need it!” She begged.

Evidently Sabrina complied, he heard Angel yelp in pain, then he heard her moans turn to sobs. So did Sabrina, who stopped thrusting and held Angel in her arms.

"Say it" sobbed Angel

"Angel, I love you..."

"Then say it for me, I need to hear it." pleaded Angel

"You're a good girl my little angel, a very good girl." said Sabrina in a heavily practiced but reluctant sounding voice.

He sat silently, shocked in his own wet pool as the women climbed out of the tub and went inside for the night. He couldn’t have asked for more perfect neighbors.