The Neighborhood Girls

tng- FIFTEEN - The 3rd Poker Game

Tanya looked down on the kneeling figure in front of her.  She and the two other girls exchanged smiles. Greg's utter capitulation was far more complete and much faster than they expected.  "Do you know what would please me, Greg?" she asked.

Greg looked up at his goddess.  "I wish to do anything to please you," he replied sincerely.

Tanya's smile turned into a grin then a look of pensive thought.  "Natalie and Priscilla both like Dan and Larry.  I'm thinking that it would be nice to have Dan and Larry wanting please them like you please me.  How do you think we could do that?"

Greg was still intoxicated by the new feelings that permeated his very being.  Reluctantly, he pulled his thoughts together.  The reality was finally intruding on his world of submissive splendor.  Tanya's question forced his thoughts to focus.  His first thoughts were to consider his social world outside Tanya's presence.  Tanya was suggesting that his friends could be like him and surrender their will to the girls. He started to reason that they wouldn't understand his submission to Tanya.  He also was pretty sure that his submission wouldn't be a secret very long.  If nothing else, he felt that Natalie would use this episode as blackmail.  Not only would having Dan and Larry similarly compromised please Tanya, but it would take some of the pressure off of him.  A bit of "misery loves company" kind of logic.  Apprehension was building from this new state of affairs.  He felt alone.  As far as he knew, he was the only boy in the world to be a helpless slave of a girl.

"I don't know," he finally responded, his thoughts still on his emotions and new status. "I guess if you could get a picture to blackmail them with," he said without much conviction.

"Well, think about it, Greg," said Tanya.

"I know Larry and Dan say they are tired from playing B&B last night, but I think they may be coming over here to play basketball in a bit anyway," said Natalie.

"We might be able to think of something to take advantage of their being tired when they come over," Priscilla added. "Getting them naked would be a good start."

Greg looked up. "I'm good with cards," he said finally.  "I could get them into a game of strip poker and make them lose."

The girls laughed hysterically at his suggestion.  "What is it about boys and strip poker?" Priscilla asked no one in particular.

Greg blinked in obvious confusion.  "What's so funny?" he asked, totally perplexed.

"It's nothing," Tanya replied.  "An inside joke with the three of us.  We'll explain it later."  She then looked down at Greg.  "Stand up," she commanded kindly.  When Greg stood, she pulled him in close and kissed him. She parted his lips with her tongue and probed deep into his mouth, pushing his tongue aside.  He was very aware of his naked body pressing against hers. He was surprised because in the past when they dated, she never allowed him to use his tongue.  Now she was invading him with the most passionate kiss he ever experienced.  Greg's mind was whirling.  She finally drew back.  "You've made me very happy, Greg," she said in a solemn voice as she looked into his adoring eyes. "Larry and Dan will be coming over any time now.  I don't think you want them to see you the way your are now."  She brushed her hand against his stiff cock to remind him of how unready he was for company. "Take a shower and get dressed," Tanya said.

Greg was still off balance from the kiss.  Tanya's hand brushing his erect cock as she dismissed him brought forth a mixture of emotions that lessened the disappointment he felt as their embrace was broken.  He suddenly felt naked and aware that the emotions he felt in the past few minutes were on display to his sister and neighbor as well as Tanya.  He felt a sense of relief that he could now leave and recover some emotional stability as well as cover himself.  With a shower, he could take care of another pressing concern as well as hygiene.

"Oh and Greg," Tanya added as he prepared to leave.  She looked pointed at his cock.  "Don't play with that."

Greg tried to suppress showing the dismay he felt from that directive.  Did she read his mind?  He hadn't considered that Tanya would even think about him masturbating let alone limit it.  His stomach sank when she added, "From now on, you will never play with it unless I give you permission.  You're my slave now," she reminded him.

He could no longer hide his dismay.  "That's FOREVER!" he thought to himself in despair.  He now felt even more helplessly under her power as she seemed to know his every thought. The apprehension he felt earlier was rolling into an avalanche.  Visibly shaken, he responded with a lame, "Your wish is my command, Tanya," as he left to shower.  The feeling of helplessly sinking further into her web made his cock need attention even more.

"Yes, it is slave," she called after him.  He didn't see her twinkling eyes, but he could feel her attitude; a combination of amusement and power.

The three girls all giggled at his surprise from Tanya's directive and the obvious distress shown in Greg's reaction.  They all felt an erotic rush of sorts as they watched him comprehend the implications.  They also knew that he would obey.  His distress would not have been so intense if he felt he could cheat his way out.

"Ooooh, this is so good," Tanya said to no one in particular.  Her two friends nodded in agreement.  She went on,  "I so want to mess with Greg's mind.  Let's have the game set up where Greg is the first loser at least for a while."

"I think that can be arranged," said Priscilla.  "I'll get the boys and fill them in."

Priscilla went next door and woke her brother and informed him about the impending game at Greg's and the fact that they wanted Greg to be the first loser.  She went back to her friends and Dan went over to Larry's to collect him and fill him in about the game the girls set up.

Greg had finished his shower and was dressed about the same time Priscilla returned.  Tanya sat down on the sofa in the living room next to Greg. She told him that Larry and Dan would probably quit the poker game early if they were in danger of losing first.  Greg would have to see to it that he lost first.  The reasoning was that Larry and Dan then would feel like they had to conform once they saw Greg lose.

Greg had settled down a bit after his high from his experience.  Tanya could see doubts cross his face as she went over the logic and the roll she wanted him to play.  She let her hand drop onto his lap and she lightly played her fingers over his groin.  He was immediately receptive to her touch.  She leaned over, her breast pressing against his arm and she tickled his ear with the tip of her tongue.  "I love having a slave that will do what I want," she whispered with a low growl.  "A slave helpless to resist."

Thoughts of the compromising position he had experienced in the garage came to the surface of his mind and her words sent sensations of helplessness over him.  He whimpered softly in lieu of the protest he was about to make.  He felt himself surrendering again and was wallowing in the feeling of submission.  He tried to put his sister and Priscilla out of his mind.

Dan and Larry arrived with Larry mentioning something about basketball.  Greg nervously licked his lips and glanced over at Tanya.  He took the guys aside and whispered that he had tricked the girls into agreeing to a game of strip poker.  If they were up to it, they could pull it off.  Of course they were up to it and in no time, lame excuses were pretended to be believed and they were all sitting on the floor with a deck of cards.  The boys hashed out the rules which turned out to be similar to the rules of the first poker game.

With all six participants wanting Greg to lose and no one playing fairly, it took almost no time to have him stripped.  Though he knew he would be the first to strip, he still felt anxious when he had to shed his jeans in front of everybody.  He had not thought about being erect with his friends watching.  His sister was smirking at him and Tanya was uncompromising.  He was aware of the obvious tenting of his under shorts.  Though he knew it was in vain, he still started to curl to hide for at least the last hand.  Tanya would have none of it.  "You lost that hand, Greg," she said firmly.  Stand up and turn around for us."

Greg flushed, but he did as ordered.  He was the only one in the room who had lost anything.  He was aware that he was center of attention.  He alone was the one being humiliated.  There was no source comfort available to him... except his submission to Tanya.  He clung to that submission even tighter.  It was all he had emotionally.

The next hand, he lost his last item of clothing and Tanya made him place his hands behind his head.  The other boys had been there before, but for Greg, it was his first exposure to being on display as such.  He had no emotional support, just the burden of being embarrassed in front of his friends and the girls.  He hoped the other guys would lose soon, but as expected, he lost the final hand to Tanya and was "officially" obligated to do what ever she said.

"Crawl around the room," Tanya ordered.

Greg got down to hands and knees.  He didn't know how to react.  He was mortified that he had to behave that way.  He looked over at Tanya and met her calm gaze.  He had no choice.  He was helpless to resist. He crawled around the perimeter of the room and he could hear his sister laughing at him.  He felt like the outcast of the group.  He was the only one experiencing degradation.  His only focus, his only redemption was that he was Tanya's.  He had surrendered control to her and she was demonstrating her power.

"Do jumping jacks," Natalie urged.

Greg hesitated.  Natalie was not the winner.

"Do as she says," said Tanya stopping him from voicing any objection. "Give us twenty."

Greg was angry with Natalie.  He knew she was just being bratty.  He swallowed his anger and started doing jumping jacks.  His balls ached and every bounce was agony.  He was conscious of his penis flopping around.  Natalie was laughing at him.  His friends were seeing him totally dominated.  He was confused about how things went.  This supposed to trap his friends, but he alone was being humiliated.  Again, he clung to the only emotional thread he had, his total submission to Tanya.

After the jumping jacks, Greg finally spoke. "Aren't you going to finish the game?," he asked.

"We'll resume in a bit," Tanya replied.  "Come here on your knees," she ordered. He complied by kneeling then starting to crawl to her.  Tanya stopped him.  "Spread your knees and place your hands behind your head, then you may approach."  Flushing, Greg complied.  He couldn't help but focus on the fact that he was upright and awkwardly progressing on his knees.  He could see everyone staring at his erection as it flopped in response to his walking on his knees.  Since they were playing the game on the floor, he was still higher than everyone else. Helpless to resist, he was on display at Tanya's pleasure.  He was there because it was her whim.  His only solace was his status of being her slave.  In a way, that status gave him strength to accept the indignities that were heaped on him.  If she wanted him displayed, then he would do his best not to disappoint her.  His standing with his sister, his social relationship with his friends, any contempt toward him... none of that diminished his desire to be Tanya's helpless slave.  He was hers, not theirs.  His only lifeline was his submission to her.  He depended on it... needed it.  He was enslaved by it.

"Good boy," Tanya said as she watch the emotions play out on his face.  She took out some hand lotion and rubbed it into his eager shaft.  Her stroking felt so good.  Despite being aware of the others, he felt elated by her acceptance of him being her slave.

"Priscilla," she said, looking over to her friend.  "Would you like to feel what his cock feels like?"  Priscilla grinned and took the lotion.  She fondled his balls and circled the tip of his penis as she stroked.  Greg was feeling a deep submission as he felt Tanya offer him to another.  The shame he was feeling was intensified as Priscilla first stroked him.  He disregarded the shame he felt as the strokes became more and more pleasurable.

"How about you, Natalie," Tanya said. She smiled and winked at Natalie and Natalie smiled back a wicked grin.  Greg flinched as her fingers fluttered across his groin.  He was chagrined that his sister would be given such liberties.  They were always at each other's throat and now she literally had him by the balls. It was unthinkable, but he felt another wave of helplessness hit him as it was Tanya who had offered him to her and he whimpered.  He flushed when Natalie laughed at his whimper.  Again he felt a flash of anger toward her that was soon swallowed by her stroking and playing with his balls.  He allowed himself feel the pleasure of her touch as her fingers stroked and kneaded him.  Her fingernails dug into his shaft, her thumb crossed the tip and she grasped his shaft and stroked firmly.  Without warning, Greg's enjoyment of his sister's ministrations brought on the feeling of no return.  His eyes popped open as Natalie vigorously and relentlessly attacked his shaft.  He couldn't back away.  He had been given by Tanya, but his sister was taking him beyond any control.  There was no way he could contain the surge that she provoked.  "Oh no!" he thought frantically as it was his sister, his bratty sister, who brought him to the state of helpless surrender culminating in a massive climax in front of everyone.

There was no fight left in him.  He closed his eyes as Natalie drained him.  He looked over at Tanya and was relieved that she wasn't angry.  "I didn't know... I couldn't help..." he tried to explain.

Tanya smiled. "It's okay," she reassured him.  "You didn't play with yourself, Natalie did the playing.  I wanted her to and you were helpless to resist.  You are helpless to resist whatever I want.  You are my slave to control or share.  Remember that."

"Yes my goddess," he replied.  "I'm your slave."  He didn't care that everyone heard his affirmation. He needed to be her slave.  The feeling of being a helpless slave was his only salvation.

"Now clean yourself and your mess.  We have to finish the game," Tanya commanded.

Greg was still coming down from his high but he took some tissues offered by Priscilla and cleaned himself and mopped up the "spillage."  He departed to the bathroom to moisten more tissues and returned.  Without the effect of being sexually stimulated, he felt self conscious as he sponged up his spill while everyone watched.  He finally finished, threw out the used tissues, and returned to circle of players.  Tanya glowed, when he returned and, without direction, knelt with his knees spread and his hands held behind his head.

"Okay," said Tanya to the group.  "This game is taking too long.  From now on, dealer thinks of a number from 1 to 10. Those of the opposite sex will state what they think that number is.  If the number is guessed, the dealer loses.  If not, the one who's guess is furthest away loses.  If they are both off by the same amount, they both lose.  It's my deal.  Larry. Dan.  What number am I thinking of?"

The boys blinked.  Tanya caught them by surprise but they answered anyway. "Um 5," said Larry. "7", said Dan.

"Too bad.  It was 6," said Tanya.  "You both lose."  The boys were still a bit bewildered but handed over her winnings.  "Okay, your deal Larry.  I guess 2."

Natalie and Priscilla had caught on to Tanya's improvised game to get things moving and replied "4" and "6" respectively.

"Wait...wait... I haven't thought of a numb..." Larry blurted until he figured it out. "Um... I was thinking 6," he said as he handed Priscilla his shirt.

Greg was confused.  "But wait..." and he shut up.  He couldn't figure out how this game could keep someone from cheating.

"Your deal, Natalie," Tanya said.  "What about it boys?  What's your guess?"

"Three" and "4" were the responses. "It was 3 and a half," Natalie declared with a smirk.  Both boys lost again.

"My deal," said Dan. "Guess my number." He was greeted with three responses and surprisingly, Natalie had guessed the right one.

Greg watched in disbelief as the two boys quickly lost their clothes.  He knew they were throwing the game but was clueless about how the girls were able to get them to do it.  There was a slowing as the boys became self conscious as they got down to the last items.  Taking advantage, the girls started teasing and taunting them and made them do strip teases with each loss.

Soon there were three naked boys lined up on their knees opposite the three girls sitting on the sofa.  The boys had their knees spread and their hands laced behind their heads.  Greg had recovered from his bout with Natalie enough so there were three cocks sticking straight out.  Greg was starting to comprehend that he had been set up but he was fuzzy on the dynamics.

It was Priscilla who provided some answers.  "Well, well, well," she said as she got up and walked in front of the boys.  Pointedly, she looked down at each one when she passed.  "Lets see how we got to this situation.  You boys are all friends.  Best buddies.  Three musketeers.  That sort of thing."  The boys had no response.  What she said was true.  They were a close set of friends.

"Well think of this," Priscilla said with a smug smile.  "You are all naked, on your knees, and under the control of the three of us," she said indicating herself and the other girls behind her.  "You all have conspired to help us put your friends in this position.  Larry," she paused and looked straight at him while he flushed.  "You helped us trap Dan.  He never had a chance when his trusted friend betrayed him."

Priscilla paused bit and Larry felt uncomfortable as the fact of his betrayal lingered. She then turned to Dan. "And my dear brother," she continued.  "You betrayed Greg and told us how to use his magic trick against him."  At that, Greg looked sharply over at Dan.  Dan turned red and kept his eyes straight ahead.

Priscilla crossed in front of Greg.  "And you Greg," she said finally.  "You came in here with the intent to betray your two best friends."  She smirked a bit before resuming. "Instead, they let us put you in a position where you would be the one humiliated."  She paused her speech at this point. "Maybe Tanya should take if from here," she said as she sat down.

Tanya stood up.  She enjoyed being the center of attention as she strutted in front of the boys. "There's a reason Priscilla pointed out your betrayal to each other.  As good of friends that you are, as loyal to each other as you have been, the bonds that you forged in the years that you grew up together are nothing compared to your devotion to us."  She paused for effect.  Unconsciously, she passed her hands seductively down her body and posed a bit. She knew was beautiful and she loved to display her charms. She finally continued.  "Look down the line of you.  All three of you are helplessly on display for us."  The boys looked sideways at each other.  Seeing the others gave each boy a mental image of what he looked like.  They could feel the total submission of their group.  Looking back at the girls, they could sense the power the girls that put them in such a state. "Each of you betrayed your best friends to this fate," Tanya continued

Tanya paused again to get her thoughts in order.  "We are lucky that we are paired.  That pairing is the strongest bond, but you are bonded with all of us.  You have shown that you will jettison your best friends for us.  Just remember that.  You can trust your best friend with your life, but he will betray you to any of us if we so desire.  We don't have to demand that.  You've demonstrated it already." Her face then lit up. "And you're powerless resist."

Tanya sat down and Natalie finally stood up. "Last night, we've discussed some of the things we are going to expect from you guys," she said.  "From now on, none of you will be allowed to cum without express permission from one of us."  Her eyes twinkled a bit.  "There might be some hoops to jump through before permission is given.  Priscilla, Tanya, and I agree that requirement is not unreasonable.  We figure having you a bit needy will provide a fun atmosphere when we are together."  Natalie smiled as she thought about how that requirement would continuously cement their control over the boys.  She looked over the row of naked horny boys and decided to share that insight.  "It will strengthen our control over you," she finally said.  "You will be dependent on us and we will own your souls."  Natalie mentally kicked herself when she said it.  It was overly dramatic and gave the boys warning.  She didn't have to worry about the boys being warned.  Instead of warning, it imparted a sense of inevitability to the kneeling boys.

"Well, that's it for now." said Priscilla.  "Natalie's parents are due home soon and I've got homework."

Though Dan and Larry had cum earlier it the morning, the events of the day were more than enough to make them eager again.  It was apparent from Priscilla's dismissal that they were losing their chance.  Larry was the first to swallow his pride and ask.  "Priscilla, may I be allowed to cum tonight?"  The question gave a finality to Natalie's words.  It confirmed that the boys had accepted the girls' conditions and that they were cognizant of the consequences.

She smiled a coy smile as she looked at his kneeling figure.  "Maybe.  Call me about 9:00 tonight.  I'll decide then."  Then after a slight pause.  "Okay guys.  Time to get dressed and head for home."

Dan felt his best chance at a permission was now.  Before the boys got up, he too found himself begging. "Natalie, may I cum?"

Natalie flushed from the question.  Her flush was not from embarrassment, but from the power she held over him.  It was intoxicating.

"Please?" Dan persisted when she didn't answer right away.

Natalie grinned and looked over at Priscilla.  "I'll let Priscilla decide that later," she said.  "You'll have to ask her.  She may have some hoops for you to jump through."  She winked at Priscilla as Dan mentally groaned.  He wasn't sure his sister was going to be in a benevolent mood tonight.

Greg had just cum a while ago, but he was already randy and knew he was going to be needy this evening.  It's nature's curse on teen boys that they are horny all the time.  He feared her answer, but he had to ask anyway. "Tanya, may I cum tonight?  I know I'll be thinking of you all night."

Tanya smiled and looked at him as she answered.  Her answer was as he had feared. "I'll put you in your sister's hands.  When I'm not there, you are her slave.  You'll have to convince her you deserve to cum."

Greg looked at Natalie and her smirk.  He groaned inwardly and looked back at Tanya.  "Please Tanya, give me permission.  My sister..." his voice trailed off as he saw that was going nowhere.  He didn't want to antagonize Natalie.

Tanya was pleased about Greg's reluctance, but she didn't let her eyes show it.  His aborted protest was another demonstration that he would agree to abide by her will even if he didn't want to.  She allowed her smile to fade and looked directly at him.  "I don't want to have to repeat myself," said sternly.  "Now tell me. What are you when you are with Natalie and I'm not there."

Greg could not bring himself to raise his gaze from the floor.  "I'm her slave," he mumbled in a low voice.

Tanya felt thrilled at his capitulation and her new found power.  She knew how ingrained his battle with his sister was.  She thought about making him repeat it loudly, but decided not to.  His submission was real and there was no point in pounding him with it.  She looked over at Natalie and they exchanged knowing smiles.

The group finally broke up and the kids went to their respective homes.  A few minutes later, Natalie and Greg's parents returned home to a household that would forever have a different atmosphere.