{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"7d963496-6fbc-4b72-9d88-f3a677eca253","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-04-20T14:05:27.258Z","title":"The Girl Next Door","slug":"the-girl-next-door","shortId":"OeqfcM7X","authorNote":"The names have been changed.","disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A semi-autobiographical tale featuring a young male and a German girl who has fantasies of torture. The codes relate to the German girl's fantasies as well as pictorial and literary material she reads.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"3032b575-ad8f-4410-9257-17de0299f6f4","title":null,"summary":"\nThe Girl Next Door\n\n\nIt was a hot day in July. I\nwas bored. My parents were at work, and there was ","wordCount":5997,"readTime":30,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nThe Girl Next Door

\n\n

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

\n \tI looked out of my bedroom\nwindow, not really expecting to see anything interesting at all. In\nthe back garden – nothing. In the back garden of the Thompsons, one\nof the neighbours – nothing. But in the back garden of the Steins,\nout new German neighbours on the other side, their nineteen year old\nneighbour was sunbathing. Heike Stein was sunbathing. But she was\nsunbathing nude. \n

\n\tI stared. I could not believe\nwhat I was seeing. I was only eighteen at the time, and I was still a\nvirgin, although I had bragged to some of my friends that I had done\nit. You only rarely got nudity or semi-nudity on the television. You\nreally had to go to the cinema to see women in the nude. No internet\nwith loads of free porn back then. I had never seen any girl nude in\nreal life. \n

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

\n\tHoping that Heike would\nsuddenly not decide to get up and go inside I flipped open the\nlocker. There they were, in their tan-coloured leather case. Shaking\nslightly, I got the binoculars out of their case and went back to the\nwindow. I trained them on the naked form of Heike, suddenly seeing\neverything in much greater detail. \n

\n\tYes, Heike was naked apart\nfrom a straw sunhat. She was lying down on some sort of lounger. I\ncouldn’t tell whether she was asleep or not. I could see that she\nshaved her crotch. There was no hair on it. I had seen a porn\nmagazine – a copy of Penthouse which my friend Richie had nicked\noff his dad – and all of the women in that had had pubic hair.\nMaybe it was because she was German. I kept one hand holding the\nbinoculars to my eyes, while the other pulled down my jeans and\nunderpants, freeing my rock hard cock. It doesn’t take much to give\nan eighteen year old boy an erection. Just the thought of a naked\nwoman can be enough.

\n\tIt never occurred to me that\nthe sun might flash off the lenses of the binoculars. All that I\nwanted to do was watch. As I watched I saw one of Heike’s arms\nmove, so that her hand was near her shaven crotch. She spread her\nlegs, so that I could see everything. Then she spread her lips. I\ncould just about see the pinkness inside her. \n

\n\tThen there was sudden\nmovement. Heike got up off the sun lounger. She stood there, naked,\nnot the least bit embarrassed, and waved at me.

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

\n\tPanic and arousal competed\nfor control of my mind and actions. Part of me wanted to run a mile.\nBut lust won out. I feared that if I did not take this chance that it\nmight never come again. I put my penis away, although it refused to\ngo down. I put on some shoes and went downstairs. I grabbed a copy of\nmy father’s Guardian to hold in front of my crotch, as I didn’t\nwant to reveal the fact that I was aroused. And I went around to the\nStein’s house.

\n\tThere was a passage leading\nto the garden at the back of the house, although Heike could not be\nseen looking down the passage. I went down the passage, feeling very\nscared, but also very excited. I opened the gate and went into the\ngarden. \n

\n\tHeike was still there. Heike,\nI should say, was a big girl – not fat, but tall, around six feet\ntall. She had broad hips and large breasts, with large, pinkish\nareolae. She was a blonde, with short, spiky hair. She had piercing\nblue eyes.

\n\tShe smiled at me. \n

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

\n\tShe grabbed the newspaper and\nthrew it on the ground. She laughed when she saw that I had a\nhard-on.

\n\t“Take off your clothes.”\nshe said. She only had a faint German accent, and her English was\nexcellent. “No one can see.” That was true. There was a large,\ntall hedge the other side of the Stein’s house. The only house\nwhere people might see in was my parents’. \n

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

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

\n\tI lied down on the lounger. I\nwas going to do whatever she said as long as I got to have sex, and\nnot be a virgin any longer. When you are eighteen, and a virgin, it\nfeels like you will be one forever. \n

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

\n\tIt felt incredible to be\ninside her. She was hot and wet and tight, and I found that she could\nsqueeze my hard cock with her cunt muscles. She began working herself\nup and down, using me for her pleasure.

\n \t“Sehr gut.” she\nmuttered, testing my limits of the German language (I had got an\nUnclassified in my German O level). “Tell me when you get close to\ncoming. You must say.”

\n\t“Okay.” I said, as I\nluxuriated in the sensations of carnal pleasure. I was going to agree\nwith everything she said, as long as she carried on fucking me. I\nwould like to say that I lasted a long time, but that was not true.\nOnly after some five minutes I warned her that I was about to come.

\n\tTo my disappointment Heike\nthen climbed off me, leaving my wet and rock hard cock on the brink\nof orgasm. \n

\n\t“Finish.” she said. “I\nwant to watch.”

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

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

\n\t“Now we take shower.” she\nsaid. She stood up, and led me into the house. I had to leave my\nclothes lying on the back lawn. \n

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

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\n\n

\nWe went up into the Stein’s\nbathroom. It had a shower. My family only had a bath. Heike pulled me\ninto the shower, and began to wash me. I let her. I had become her\ntoy. She already exerted a hold over me. Needless to say, with her\nsoapy hands all over my body, I began to get hard again. \n

\n\tHeike concentrated on my\ncock, washing it and stroking it. She knew what she was doing. Her\nhands were very skilled, and soon I was fully erect. But I also had a\nneed to take a piss. Still, though, I was not going to tear myself\naway from her – especially when she knelt down in the shower and\nbegan to suck on my cock as though her life depended on it. A short\nwhile ago I had been a virgin. But now a beautiful girl was giving me\nhead. It was not long before I was cumming for the second time that\nday. This time she did not pull away, but swallowed down all of my\ncum as though it was some elixir of life.

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

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

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

\n\tWe finished showering, and\nthen towelled ourselves dry. Heike told me that she would be back in\na minute and left me to finish drying myself. I didn’t know, until\nlater, that she had gone into the garden, picked up my clothes, and\nhidden them. \n

\n\t“We go in my room.” Heike\nsaid. “Now you make me come. I teach you how.”

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

\n\tHeike had a lot of books on\nbookcases lining one whole wall of her bedroom. About two thirds of\nthe books were in German, and I had no idea what they were (only\nlater would I notice that one of them was Mein Kampf). There were a\nfair few books in English, though. They had titles such as Pleasure\nBound Afloat, The\nStory of O, Thongs,\nand Venus in Furs.\nIn my then innocence I had not heard of any of them. \n

\n\tShe took down a brand new\npaperback, called Amanda’s\nCastle, by somebody\ncalled George Revelli. The cover had a black background, and had a\nphoto of an attractive blonde woman wearing a black Nazi tunic. The\ntunic was open to reveal a glimpse of some white panties. The cover\nblurb said that it was the\nsensual, sometimes savage sequel to COMMANDER AMANDA NIGHTINGALE and\nRESORT TO WAR.

\n\tHeike\nlay down on the bed with her legs widely spread. \n

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

\n\tI was about to do something I\nhad never done before, and had only read about around Richie’s, in\none of the copies of Penthouse he had smuggled into his bedroom. I\nknelt between Heike’s legs and began to lick her shaven cunt. From\nthen on, in the rest of my life, I have always preferred to lick a\ncunt without any hair on it.

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

\n\tHer face was flushed, and I\nnoticed that part of her chest had reddened, as well. She looked\nhappy, and I wondered whether activities were going to draw to a\nclose, now that she had cum. I didn’t yet realise that Heike was a\nnymphomaniac, among other things. \n

\n\tHeike put the book down on\nher bedside table. I thought that she would now be sated. Oh, but how\nwrong I was.

\n\t“What would you do to a\ngirl if you had her a prisoner and nobody knew?” Heike asked,\nsupporting herself on one elbow and looking down at me almost\ncontemptuously. “What would you do if you could do anything to her\nand nothing would ever happen to you?”

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

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

\n\tI felt that I had to say\nsomething a bit kinky, just in case Heike lost interest in me. I very\nmuch did not want Heike to lose interest in me, as I was hoping to\nhave sex with her again at some future date.

\n\t“I don’t know, maybe give\nher a spanking.” I said. \n

\n\t“A spanking? That is\nnothing.” Heike said. “I show you. Give me spanking.”

\n\tAt Heike’s instructions, we\narranged ourselves on the bed so that Heike’s broad backside was\nacross my lap. \n

\n\t“Now spank.” Heike said. \n

\n\tI gave her a couple of\nhalf-hearted slaps on her buttocks.

\n\t“What do you call that?\nThat is pathetic.” Heike said. “Hit harder. All buttocks can take\nit. You should hit so hard that your hand hurts.”

\n\tI hit Heike as hard as I\ncould. The sound was really loud in the room. Heike moaned throatily.\nDespite myself, and the fact that I had cum twice already, I felt\nstirrings in my cock. It was then that I discovered that fantasies of\ndomination and cruelty really did turn me on. I was no longer a\nresident of the vanilla world.

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

\n\tThat was what I did. I\nspanked slowly but harshly, reddening Heike’s buttocks and my right\npalm. Between every few blows I felt Heike’s pussy, noting that it\nwas wet. Heike liked pain. She liked giving out and receiving pain,\nand she liked fantasies about torture. I was to discover that, at\nleast as far as her fantasies went, that there was nothing which was\ntoo cruel, no savage and mutilating torment which did not turn her\non. Ah, but how I wished that I had known her for longer, as women\nwith such unlimited sado-masochistic fantasies were to be few and far\nbetween.

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

\n\t“Now you spank my tits.”\nHeike said. Her voice had deepened a fraction and was thick with\narousal. “You will spank my tits until I beg for you to fuck my\nArschloch – my arsehole.”

\n\tI opened my mouth to ask her\nwhether it might not damage her breasts. But I managed not to issue\nsuch stupid words. I held my tongue. I was learning that when some\ngirl asks you to spank her breasts you do not say no. You might never\nget another opportunity. \n

\n\tFor the first – but not the\nlast – time in my life I spanked a girl’s breasts. I tried not to\nharm then.

\n\t“Too gentle!” Heike\nsneered at me. “Are you man or mouse?”

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

\n\tSmack,\nsmack, smack my\nhand went, first one breast, then the next. They glowed. They\nradiated heat. I could see the marks of my fingers where my hand had\nstruck them. I spanked the top of her breasts. I spanked the\nundersides of her breasts. I spanked the sides of her breasts.

\n\tEventually, after more than\ntwenty minutes, she conceded defeat.

\n\t“Please rape my arsehole.”\nshe said, trying not to sob. “Please cum deep inside my arse.”

\n\tHow could I refuse? Heike lay\nface down on the bed, and spread her legs. She grasped her buttocks,\nand spread them us much as she could.

\n\t“There is lubrication on\nthe bedside table.” she said. I used it on my cock, and fingered\nsome into her arsehole. Then I plunged my cock into her tight, hot\nanus. I was inexperienced in such things, otherwise I might have been\nable to tell that she was not an anal virgin. \n

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

\n\tEventually I spurted deep in\nher arsehole. By then I wanted to go home, wanting to get there\nbefore my parents. But there was a problem: Heike had hidden my\nclothes. I had to promise her that I would come over again the next\ntime that my parents were out. It seemed that her own parents would\nbe out for nearly the whole summer. She had the run of the place.

\n\tI never told my parents what\nI had done that day.

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\nHeike needn’t have hidden my\nclothing, as I went around her house at every opportunity. I was a\nyoung and horny man, and I wanted to get my end away at every chance\nI got. \n

\n\tIt was clear that Heike was\nobsessed with fantasies of pain and submission. Looking back, from\nthe present, I would call her a sado-masochist, probably with the\naccent on the sadistic. She liked to read from her collection of\nerotica as I gave her head or fucked her. She read from The\nStory of O a lot,\noften turning to the place where O is whipped between her legs. That\nbit really turned her on. One day I asked her why.

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

\n\t“What would you do to her?”\nI asked. By then I was getting pretty turned on myself by all these\nstories of pain and submission. Heike had inculcated in me a love of\ntales of cruelty which would last to the present. I blame her for the\nway that I’ve turned out.

\n \t“I’ll tell you.” she\nsaid. “But first I will show you something. What I will show you,\nyou must never say you have seen, ja?”\n\n

\n\t“Yeah, sure.” I said. I\nhad not yet seen any dirty pictures, and I was interested to see what\nshe was going to show me.

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

\n\tHeike showed me a photo. It\nshowed a naked black girl chained to a bed. The black girl had had\nher pubis shaved, so that there was not a single hair. The photo was\nclear enough so that I could see that she had no pleasure button\nbetween her legs where her clit should have been. Her clit and clit\nhood were both missing. But that, to me, was not the most shocking\npart of the picture. Squatting on the bed, with her arse hovering\nover the black girl’s mouth, there was Mrs Stein, Heike’s mother.\nShe was wearing a leather corset and thigh high boots, and she looked\nto be some years younger, but it was clearly Mrs Stein. She had a\nlook of desire satisfied on her face. And I could see a turd\nprotruding from her arsehole, about to fall into the black girl’s\nopen mouth.

\n\tThe entire folder was full of\nblack and white pictures of slaves being tortured – sometimes the\nblack girl, sometimes a white girl, sometimes a thin white guy. Just\nabout all of the pictures could have got the Steins into serious\ntrouble, as both Mr and Mrs Stein featured as torturers, and no\nattempt had been made to hide their identities. It was clear that the\nSteins got off at looking at these pictures, and reliving things\nwhich they had done in the past. \n

\n\tI stared at each picture as\nmy cock got harder. Heike lay beside me on the bed as stared at the\nphotographs. She fingered her cunt as she looked down at scenes of\ntorture. Those pictures have been seared on my mind. I have seen a\nlot of porn since then, but I can recall every single picture with\nperfect clarity.

\n\tIn another picture the black\ngirl was chained face up on a table. The chains were so tight that it\nwas obvious that she was in pain just from the tightness of the\nchains. But the black girl’s face was wide with horror and fear,\nand that was because a laughing Mrs Stein was holding a glowing\nbranding iron over the right breast of the black slave. There were\nseveral other naked women gathered around the black slave, laughing\nat her predicament. The glowing head of the branding iron was in the\nform of a swastika.

\n\tThis picture had not been one\nwhich had been posed, for the next picture showed the swastika\npressing down onto the breast, right where the nipple was. The black\ngirl appeared to have fainted. Another picture showed the result: a\nnasty swastika mark forever marring the beautiful breast of a black\ngirl. And the sadists gathered around the black girl were still\nlaughing.

\n\tI knew that it was wrong, but\nmy cock was rock hard as I slowly examined the pictures. In another a\nwhite female slave had been suspended upside down, with her legs\nspread wide. She was being whipped by a naked and erect Mr Stein\narmed with a bullwhip. I could see blood running down from the girls\nflayed buttocks. The girl’s cunt appeared to have been reduced to a\nbloody mess.

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

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

\n\tHeike put the folder back.\nShe returned to the bedroom. She was clearly happy to see that, like\nher, I was turned on by the idea of torture. \n

\n\t“What happened to the black\nslave?” I asked. Heike shrugged.

\n\t“What does it matter?”\nshe replied. “She was a slave.” It was only later, after that\nsummer and I had lost touch with Heike, that I realised that Heike\nonly ever talked about the black slave in the past\ntense, and all which that implied.

\n\t“You can do anything you\nlike to a slave. It is what they are for.”

\n\tHeike began to slowly\nmasturbate me. She was very good. Despite only being nineteen, she\nhad clearly had a lot of experience in such matters. She knew just\nhow to caress a cock. \n

\n\tHeike then went and kneeled\non the floor, while I sat on the edge of the bed. She continued to\nmasturbate. As she did so, she continued to talk.

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

\n\tIt was while Heike was\ndescribing how I would pull back her clitoral hood and burn her erect\nclit away with a cigarette that I came on her face.

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

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

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

\n\tHeike could get quite bloody\nin her fantasies.

\n\tThen, one day, towards the\nend of the summer holidays, Heike said that it would be the last\ntime, as the family had to move. It would be the last time that she\nwould get to see me, which came as a bit of a shock and\ndisappointment to me, as I had gotten quite used to getting my end\naway.

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

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

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

\n\tThis was not fantasy, but\nreal life. I should have walked away, refusing to do this. But, in my\ndefence, if I had not done this, then she would have got somebody\nelse to do it to her. So it might as well be me. And I was very\nturned on by the idea. my fantasies, thanks to Heike, were now all\nabout torture and submission.

\n\tHeike smoked, but I didn’t.\nShe laid out cigarettes and a light and ashtray (although she would\nbe an ashtray) on the bed. This time, though, I would make an\nexception and smoke only my second ever cigarette. Then she got the\nrest of the stuff and stretched herself on the bed. She didn’t have\nto strip off as she wasn’t wearing any clothing. In fact I had\nnever seen her wearing any clothing. Every time I had gone around to\nfuck her she had been nude.

\n\tI chained her to the four\ncorners of the bed.

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

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

\n\tNext I got the alligator\nclamps with the chains attached. Each chain had a one pound lead\nweight at the end. The clamps themselves were vicious. I had tried\none on a finger, and had had to release it immediately. They were so\nstrong that they would not pull off. Her labia would shred before the\nclamps pulled off. \n

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

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

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

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

\n\tI lit a cigarette, and sucked\non it to get a nice ember at the end. Then I began to torture the\ninside of Heike’s cunt. I had enough sense not to make too heavy a\ncontact, but to trail the glowing end as lightly as I could over her\ndefenceless flesh. To Heike it must have felt like I was using a\nbranding iron, judging by the sounds which she was making around my\ncock. I did my best to hold back my orgasm. I managed to trail the\nend of the cigarette over each little bit of flesh I could see,\ngiving Heike unconscionable torture, but the torture which she had\nrequested. I had intended to smoke more than one cigarette, but my\norgasm got in the way. I could feel it building. Just as I came deep\nin her throat I pressed the glowing end of the cigarette to the end\nof her clit.

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

\n\tAs soon as I had recovered\nfrom my orgasm I released Heike. There were tears in her eyes. She\ntold me to go, and that she had to tend to her wounds – and there\nwas as nasty little burn at the end of her clit.

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

\n\tMy summer with the girl next\ndoor changed my life. From then on vanilla was never as big a turn as\nsomething involving pain and submission. I became addicted to\npornography, especially tales of lesbian torture. Just hearing women\nwith a German accent would cause me to become aroused. When I began\nwriting erotica of my own I would often describe sadomasochistic\nphotographs in my tales. But my biggest turn on was based on what\nended up being the best orgasm of my life: of the burning end of a\ncigarette meeting a defenceless but aroused clit.

\n\tI still wonder what happened\nto Heike. As I never heard of an arrest of her or her family I\nsuspect that she remained free, and that she was inducted into that\nsadomasochistic society of which her parents were a member. In my\nfantasies I see Heike, pretty much as she was all those decades ago,\nmercilessly torturing a clitless black slavegirl. Which, as far as I\nknow, may not be all that far from the truth

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