4 comments/ 67343 views/ 5 favorites Controlling the Apartment Residents Pt. 01 By: StryWrter7 © This is written by me, and can be reproduced for your enjoyment, however not if it is reproduced on an internet pay site, or any other medium; without compensation for me --- the writer. ______ This story is fiction. It is meant to be read by adults. Children under the age of 18, please leave. All the characters in this story are of my own imagination, and not real in any sense of the word. Any similarities to that of living people is pure coincidence. Story Summary: Stacy gets beat up and raped by a younger woman while alone at the gym late one night. Tim, her live-in boyfriend will try to see what to do for protection. (this start to the story doesn't have as much raw sex as all the other chapters -- feel free to mark the story and check back in the next edition if that is all you are here for) Read on – and I hope you enjoy this story. ______________________ Last week my girlfriend got humiliated by the neighbor in the apartment across the street, getting beat up and forced to submit to her for an hour after the one sided fight. A little more than a month ago a couple of new people moved into one of the open apartments in our complex, and they just didn't fit in with the other tenants. Let me explain how – the woman is 175 pounds, 5' 9" tall with several large tattoos across her shoulders and chest. One half of her head is shaved bald – and the other is dyed blue. The side that is bald – has a tattoo of something that resembles a devil. Her boyfriend has tattoos on both of his arms and one across his chest that says "in case of emergency – unzip pants – suck hard" in 1/2" inch letters. This is not the type of thing that can go unnoticed at the Apartment complex pool. He had an evil sort of stare and couldn't or didn't keep his eyes off my girlfriend. Now, we are simple Midwestern young people who like to blend in. We both have nice starting jobs, and are both sporting a college degree. My girlfriend, and neighbors were starting to tease and taunt the new couple behind their back. Nothing really mean or nasty – just snickering behind their back when they go by. They were the hit of the area, and every one of Stacy's friends were not above making the couple feel totally unwelcome. It might be my point of view; but Stacy and I were the least of the ones that made smart remarks about their bodies, hair, or other points of amusement. When either of the new couple came to workout at the apartment fitness center everyone tries not to stare – but it was inevitable that their appearance would draw attention. Mika, the blue haired woman, was working out alone late one night when my girlfriend Stacy entered the facility. She thought twice about leaving – but decided that she should stay and get her exercise done instead. She started to warm up in the large open room with mats (that is usually used for aerobics each morning) when Mika approached her from behind. "I don't appreciate you and the other little miss stuck ups – sneering at me and calling me 'SLUT' behind my back." Mika warned Stacy. "And, the other day – my boyfriend was talking about you, and said you were coming on to him and flirting when you and him were working out. I bet you expected to find him alone here instead of me tonight." Stacy tried to disagree with the blue haired woman, but she wasn't going to listen. "You flaunt that little body – in your tight little work out trash – lookin' all pretty just to work up a sweat. You aren't good enough to kiss my ass, let alone suck on my boyfriend's big cock!" Mika threatened Stacy. "I wouldn't suck on his cock if it was the last one on earth!" Stacy quickly retorted. "Oh, are you a dike bitch? Eager for some damp pussy – huh bitch?" Mika taunted Stacy after she showed her disgust for Mitch's cock. "Get real – I am not a rug muncher either. But I'm not surprised if you swing that way!" Stacy smarted off to the rough blue haired Mika. "My boyfriend satisfies me just fine – thank you!" Stacy turned her back on Mika and started to walk away. This was not a something that she should have done. Mika didn't like Stacy's dyke comment. But turning her back and trying to walk away after getting the last word in – was a slap in the face to Mika. Mika reached out and latched onto Stacy's blonde hair and yanked it backward, jerking Stacy's neck in the process. As Stacy tried to bolt away from the malicious Mika, she tripped over her own feet and fell face first onto the floor mat. Mika straddled her prone body so that she was facing her feet. Then reaching down to grab Stacy's ankles – she picked up Stacy's legs and positioned each of her ankles behind Mika's underarms. Then Mika took one step backward – forcing Stacy's back and legs to bend at a very strenuous angle. Stacy was helpless, face down on the mat. Her arms are free – but can't reach behind her to stop Mika from tormenting her. Her feet are trapped behind Mika's back and lock in behind those muscular arms. Mika slowly let herself sit down on Stacy's back while Stacy squealed as all the air was removed from her body. Stacy's tits were mashed onto the mat – and her legs were being lifted off the ground by Mika. Stacy was being overpowered as Mika calmly wore her down. Mika just kept her hands locked around both of Stacy's legs and kept rocking rearward so that Stacy had to pull her legs back toward her posterior. Pinned, but not defeated Stacy cried out all sorts of obscenities at the younger punk who was calmly holding her down. Mika then stretched her fingers out to ever so easily grip Stacy's shorts. Pulling the slick fabric into Stacy's butt crack – she pinched and twisted Stacy's ass cheeks to humiliate her captive. After tiring of this nastiness, Mika got off of Stacy and stood up while Stacy lay on the mat rubbing her lower back. Mika stood with her feet on either side of Stacy's face, and coolly announced "I think if you kiss my feet and say you're sorry for that comment – I will stop abusing your miserable ass." Stacy was floored at that command, and while gritting her teeth and straining to look up from her humble position on the floor she denied that she would ever humiliate herself. "Suit yourself Bitch – but I won't go as easy on you now!" And before Stacy could get to her feet, Mika landed a kick to Stacy's gut – knocking her over onto her ass. Then Mika grabbed Stacy's wrist and bent it backward so that she completely controlled her prey. A few swift moves and Stacy's arm was helplessly locked in Mika's strong arms and thick body. After punishing her arm a bit – weakening it so that Stacy was easier to control, Mika momentarily let her go. Stacy's freedom was short lived. She was head locked so that her nose and mouth were smashed into Mika's underarm which surrounded her face while Mika's muscular bicep flexed around her neck. Stacy's right arm dangled lifeless from her shoulder while her left flailed in a worthless move to impede Mika from doing any more harm. Mika was bending Stacy backward at her waist – offering her flat stomach as an easy target to pound her fist into. BAM! Mika hit Stacy in her exposed gut, quickly driving any air from her lungs. Once, twice, three times Mika pounded Stacy's vulnerable stomach with her fist, driving it deeper with each blow. Then dropping to one knee, she bent Stacy's weak body backwards over that knee and pushed on Stacy's chin to keep her in place. Mika could hold her prey with one hand, while clawing at Stacy's exposed stomach, with her other. The blood must have rushed to Stacy's head, because only a minute or two in this position and she gave up all resistance and dangled lifeless over Mika's knee. From there, Mika carried my limp precious girlfriend to the corner of the room, just behind a portable screen. Stacy told me that Mika must have stripped her workout clothes off – and thrust a 12 oz plastic white hand dumbbell in and out of her pussy. Yes, Mika had raped my cherished girlfriend while she was unconscious. When Stacy awoke, Mika was nearly sitting on her face in a 69 position. Since Mika was wearing a one piece black bathing suit, Stacy said that she pulled it to one side and forced Stacy to lick at her damp pussy – while Mika was thrusting the dumbbell into her wet pussy. Mika called Stacy her 'Bitch' and told her that later on she would have to serve her from time to time when she demanded it. Chapter 2 Stacy came home to our apartment crying and nearly hyperventilating to where I could barely understand what had happened to her. It took nearly an hour for me to piece this whole episode together to make any sense. Imagine if you will – your 5' 4" toned beautiful and highly sexy girlfriend says that she was beat up, humiliated, and raped at the gym. Not raped by a man – but by a blue hair punk woman. A rage was building within me. I wanted to show this hussy that she can not push my girlfriend around. But Stacy was warning me not to do anything. "N – N – No – Oh God she'll – she will come after me again. She could even beat the shit out of you. No Tim – we can call someone tomorrow." Stacy stuttered as she fearfully tried to restrain me from going over to this person's apartment. I couldn't see any bruises on Stacy's body. No bloody lip or nose, or any sign of a fight. She only was weak and terrified. Besides I didn't know which apartment that this woman lived in. At nearly 2 in the morning, I sure couldn't go banging on doors trying to find out which was hers. We put ice on Stacy's arm and she took some pain killers for her abused pussy. It was nearly 2:30 in the morning before she fell asleep and nearly 3 am before I drifted off too. The whole time I kept thinking what could I do? Call the police? No – Stacy didn't want a record of her embarrassment. Confront the woman and threaten her? Maybe – but who would take my side if I really did beat her up? I was 6' 3" 205 pounds, and no matter what I would do – I was in a no win situation. If I fight and beat her up – she may retaliate. But what if I was to LOSE? If this tough woman beat me up – I would never hear the end of it. After all she did pick a fight and totally humiliate and frighten my girlfriend. When I got up the next morning I decided to pay a visit to the superintendent of our apartment complex. When I briefly explained what had happened to Stacy, he went to a video recorder and popped in a tape and by rewinding it found the whole fight scene just like Stacy had described it to me last night. The only parts that were not on the tape – was when Mika had carried Stacy's limp body to the corner of the room behind the screen. This is where Stacy had said Mika had raped her with the 12oz white hand dumbbell, and forced her to lick her pussy by sitting on her face. All of the other scenes were there, and watching my girlfriend get demolished by this solid woman caused me to have to adjust myself in my chair a few times. There was something so animalistic and exotic about this one sided battle. My dick was hard. My brain still wanted some revenge and to take this tape to the police would prove that Mika had attacked Stacy. I glanced over at Derrick, the superintendent who was also intently watching the video, to see that he must have a hard on too. His mouth was hanging open and his breath was short. My god – why was I looking at this guy's crotch? Just because he liked what we both saw on that tape, I wondered to myself just how excited he was getting and if he would really give me the tape to protect Stacy. Or would he watch it and jerk off his throbbing meat at the sign of Stacy getting her ass kicked by the blue haired woman. "Let me have that tape – I will use this as proof for her abuse." I told Derrick. Refusing to allow me to take the tape he explained what it was for and that he would have to get the apartment owner's permission to let me show this tape to anyone else. Derrick mentioned that the apartment owner personally allowed this woman to move in, saying that she may not look like much – but she was to be treated extra special. This comment really didn't make an impression on me at this moment, but it would prove that I wouldn't have as many people on my side later on. "Then let me make a copy." I told Derrick. "No, I don't think that would be a good idea yet either. Mr. Harold is out of town this week, and since he's my boss - let me talk with Mr. Harold so I don't get in trouble for showing you the video." Derrick explained. "You shouldn't get into trouble for showing me this – you merely checked to see if what I told you about this woman was true. And since what happened on that tape is nearly exactly what Stacy told me – the only thing we are missing is the audio and her rape. But surely this video is to protect the tenants" I surmised. "Not really" Derrick explained. "See this machine only clicks on when there is motion detected in the room or gym." "Keeping this for yours or his private viewing is against the law isn't it?" I guessed. "We are not using it to spy on the people who live here, it is used to prosecute someone for damaging the workout stations or the room." Derrick reasoned. "But I will see what I can do for you." I left, and knew that this woman needed to be knocked down a peg or two. But how could I do it without getting myself into trouble? What will happen to Stacy when she recovers? Will she want to move? Chapter 3 Two days later – apparently just after I left the apartment early in the morning – Mika paid a visit on Stacy. Stacy thinks she knew I was gone – because it was just moments after I left and since the door was locked, and someone opened it with a key, Stacy didn't bother to come out of the bedroom where she was resting on the bed. I swore that I had locked the door, so maybe Mika picked the lock, or maybe I hadn't shut it all the way? But in any case, Mika entered our shared bedroom and surprised Stacy. Stacy looked shocked to see Mika in her bedroom. "What are you doing in here? How did you get in? Get out of my house right now!" Stacy threatened Mika "Get out before I have to kill you!" Mika asked "Do you have a gun?" Would anyone really know if we owned one? I guess if Stacy had went quickly toward the nightstand – maybe Mika would have assumed that she had one. But as it was – Stacy said "I'll kick you out!" This easily acknowledged to Mika that we didn't own a gun and she was in no danger from a girl 50 pounds lighter, and 5" shorter. Mika met her half way in the middle of the bedroom. Mika was wearing a one piece navy blue bathing suit with a cover up wrapped around her waist. Stacy on the other hand was in a satin pink baby doll negligee, and a pair of pink panties. When they met in the center of the bedroom, Stacy had reached out for Mika but Mika locked hands with her and kept Stacy back. Within a few seconds, Mika had stretched her hands up over her head and was forcing them back toward Stacy. This strained Stacy to be pushing up on Mika's wrists and arms while the taller Mika was pushing her down and backwards. Stacy said that she fell down to her knees but Mika didn't let go. Stacy's wrists were bent the wrong way leaving her absolutely powerless to stop Mika's strong arms and gravity as she was eventually pushed all the way to the ground. Mika stood with one leg on each side of Stacy's waist and hovered over her as she continued to bend over forcing all of her weight against Stacy's pinned wrists. "I struggled as much as I could but I my legs were trapped under me, and she had forced my arms all the way down till they couldn't go any further." Stacy later had told me. She described how calm Mika was, and how quickly out of breath she had become frantically struggling to escape the clutches of this woman. "I felt so utterly helpless in this woman's grasp. I could see it in her eyes, she was methodically putting down any of my struggles as easy as a mother with a toddler." Apparently when Mika let loose of Stacy's bent wrists her hand became nearly useless. So that when Stacy did grab Mika's arm or leg, Mika was able to unemotionally peal a finger off, and release the feeble grip that Stacy had. Stacy said that when she got to her feet, Mika got behind her, bent down and bear hugged her around her waist. "That freak picked me completely off the ground. When I was desperately trying to dislodge her grip around my waist, she stuck her knee between my open legs and slammed my whole weight down on my pussy." Stacy explained while slightly rubbing her crotch. "My god, I haven't felt that kind of pain since that time I went riding your 'mens' bike, and I came off the seat – hitting that metal bar going across. It wasn't quite as forceful as that, but it is the only way I can explain what she did to me." Mika apparently let her drop to the ground and rub at her sore privates before hauling her body onto our bed. "I can't remember how I ended up on the bed – that is kind of fuzzy at this point. But once I was there, she grabbed my nipples and yanked them nearly off my chest. If was rubbing myself where it hurt, she left my hands alone – but as soon as I tried to stop her from harming me, she would pull my hair, or hit my arm to knock it away." Stacy refused to talk about what else Mika did to her in our bed. It was obvious that whatever she did – made Stacy very frightened. When I asked her if we should go to the authorities – Stacy refused, saying they wouldn't find anything "I already cleaned her cum off my face!" At this revelation, I pressed Stacy for more information. "Did she rape you again? Did she force you to have sex with her? Did she sit on your face until you gave in and licked her?" She kept on struggling not to think about it --- telling me to go away. I left the room for a few minutes to collect my thoughts – then stepped back into the bedroom to leave Stacy with one parting thought. "I love you. I want to protect you, and even though I can't be with you every minute of the day – I still want what is best for you." Stacy didn't look up at me – she just sat in the bed clutching a pillow against her chest. I can only assume she heard my heartfelt proclamation. I drove off – not knowing where to go, and ended up sitting in a park for an hour trying to figure out what to do next. IF you like the story -- please send me an email and let me know. I would love if you would include your email - (even if you didn't like it) so I can find out what excited you. Please vote a 5 if you liked the story! Controlling the Apartment Residents Pt. 02 © This is written by me, and can be reproduced for your enjoyment, however not if it is reproduced on an internet pay site, or any other medium; without compensation for me --- the writer. ***** This story is fiction. It is meant to be read by adults. Children under the age of 18, please leave. All the characters in this story are of my own imagination, and not real in any sense of the word. Any similarities to that of living people is pure coincidence. Story Summary: In part 1 - Stacy gets beat up and raped by a younger woman while alone at the gym late one night. Tim, her live-in boyfriend trys to see what to do for her protection. (the previous part did not have as much raw sex that this part offers - but it helps to read it to better understand my characters) In this part -- Our villain's boyfriend joins in by terrorizing some of the Residents. Read on – and I hope you enjoy this story. ***** Early that afternoon I decided to stop by Derrick’s office to ask if he had gotten permission to use the video of Mika and Stacy and tell him what happened today at our apartment. I knocked on the door and heard what I thought was someone saying to come in. The door was unlocked, and I opened it and quickly stepped into the office. Much to my shock, Derrick was not at his desk, but rather on his knees directly in front of his office chair. Sitting in his office chair was Mika’s boyfriend, Mitch. His cock and balls were exposed – at least the part that wasn’t halfway down Derrick’s throat. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed. “I’m sorry – I just – um” I stammered as I got an eye full of this young guys staff sticking way up from his lap and the Superintendent on his knees sucking him off. Derrick wanted to pull away – perhaps from embarrassment of getting caught with his mouth on another guy, but Mitch refused to let him run off. “Where do ya’ think you’re goin’ Boy – Git your mouth back on my dick until I tell you can leave. Maybe this guy wants some too?” Mitch grossly announced with glee. I stared in disbelief. First, I had never seen a guy get a blowjob before (not including watching myself in a mirror as my girlfriend gave me one) and second I was shocked that they didn’t quit – ashamed of their behavior. My surprise must have been evident to Mitch. I started to turn and leave. Mitch called out to me “What’s the matter bro?” Ain’t you never seen a guy getting’ some licks from a Boy before? Don’t leave. Stick around – and I may let him do you next!” His laughter expressing his ownership of this guy was eerie. I was speechless for a few moments then said that my business was with Derrick and I can come back another time. “Don’t be running off – I got me a nice Boy here – and if you’se a real man, you can use him too. I’ll let you – all you gots to do is drop them drawers and let me see if you got the balls to use him!” Mitch explained in his gutter English. “That is OKAY – I think I will pass.” I politely stated. “Real men in prison – would be lining up to use this mouth. I know its’ not the best I had, but he does work to get his nut!” Mitch explained. Again, I didn’t stoop to speak the way he did. Not just his lack of good education, but the way he described Derrick as a thing, rather than a human being. “No thanks, I don’t want a guy sucking on my dick ---- um thank you very much!” “What’s that?” Mitch perked up – sat a bit straighter in the chair and looked me up and down as if he was sizing me up for some reason. I didn’t feel like a staying here, but my legs wouldn’t move and I couldn’t take my eyes off his crotch while Derrick was slurping on his thick cock. The way that Mitch looked at me was frightening. He had a shit eating grin on his face, and his chest puffed up – while the muscles in his bicep strained. “You turning down a pretty good blowjob --- Maybe I got you all wrong. Maybe you the type that likes to GIVE a blowjob.” Then he yanked on Derrick’s hair and pulled him off of his throbbing meat. Mitch spit into his hand – and then squeezed his shaft with his wet palm as he stoked the thick cock for me to stare at. I gawked at his tool. I was apprehensive over what I should do. I wondered if my politeness was a sign of weakness. I wanted to tell him to get his girlfriend to leave mine alone. I wanted to say that Stacy or I have no interest in Mika or him. But his cocky attitude was so blatantly potent that I was taken out of any natural confidence I previously had and I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. I wasn’t expecting to see him here in Derrick’s office, not to mention with his cock in Derrick’s mouth. His huge nuts were lying in the chair, and his mushroom shaped head was glistening, in part from his own spit, and also from Derrick’s mouth. But he sure was proud of his cock. He flaunted it in front of me. “Bet you would just love to wrap your lips around this manly cock – you probably knew that my Boy here, was gettin’ some of this. You a college boy?” Mitch taunted “Bet ya’ are! Bet you and your frat buddies suck one another off. I’ll bet you never dreamed you could suck on one this big!” My jaw was dangling open. A slight tent started to appear in my pants. NOT A GOOD SIGHT. I must have looked like a deer in headlight to him. How could my body be betraying me this way? Mitch was gripping the base of this thick cock jutting menacingly from his crotch. It looked huge. I didn’t want it – I couldn’t possibly want it. I shook my head to clear it. Then gathering as much conviction as my voice would allow I stated “Your woman friend and my girlfriend haven’t hit it off too well. Tell her to leave Stacy alone. If she bothers her again, I will take it to the authorities. It won’t be our word against hers – I have proof of her assault and battery.” I took a deep breath and waited for his answer. His look was one of surprise, but it quickly changed back to cocky – and he put me on the spot. “You’re Stacy’s boy? She needs a MAN!” Mitch punctuated his comment by cupping his balls and cock in his right hand. He must have not recognized that Stacy and I were together. He has seen her at the gym, and the pool – but maybe he didn’t really recognize that I was her boyfriend. “Mika took out her anger on your sweet bitch the first time ‘cause of her attitude. She hurt her again – ‘cause she won something from your sweet little bitch and the girl didn’t fork it up!” I was confused. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “When Mika pulverized your bitch, she told her that she wanted her to bring over her boyfriend – and give him to her as payment.” Mitch shook his head with contempt “Mika couldn’t really want you? She likes her men big and strong – not PUSSIES!” This was news to me – Mika beat up Stacy the second time because she wanted me? I was pissed and said the very first thing that came to my brain. “Talk about Pussy – you’re girlfriend is so ugly that you would rather stick your dick in another guys mouth!” OUCH – the minute I said this rude and inconsiderate remark I wanted to bolt out of the room in fear of this guys reaction, but my male pride kicked in and made me stand there. Mitch pushed Derrick completely back on his heels, and pointed his finger in his face “STAY!” Then jumped up and faced off in front of me. His full tool jutted menacingly from his crotch and his chest and arms rippled with muscles. “You got no right to talk that way to me BOY! When I call you a pussy – you will take it and say ‘yes sir’” I backed up a few feet – and he came forward another few feet. I stepped back again – and tripped over the small file box beside the desk and fell backward on my butt. Mitch was quick to spread his legs and put one on each side of my chest. He leaned over and pointed his finger to my face. “You’ve got no proof BOY – I’ve seen the tape. Derrick here gave it to us.” I was again speechless. From my viewpoint (on the floor) his fearsome stance was intimidating. Bending over me – threatening me – and yet his blood filled cock jutting out from his body – pointing at me too. “We’ll settle this like real men. We’ll fight for our girlfriends. I win – I get that sweet little pussy that you have been dicking. IF you can possibly win – you can try to take Mika for your own. But I have to warn you – she quite a woman.” Mitch offered his unusual solution to our respective girlfriends. I was still trying to scoot away from him. He threatened me and I was terrified of this poor white trash who had the audacity to think he could ‘win’ Stacy from me. So I told him “Keep Stacy out of this -- and keep your Mika out of it too.” I then made the mistake of staring right at his huge dangling cock only two feet from my face. “If we fight – it will be between us” Mitch had an evil sort of grin on his face, he had followed my eyes to his crotch. “So – you’re not into winning women. I know your type – Instead of your woman becoming my Bitch – you would rather be my cock sucking bitch if I win!” I looked back into those evil eyes – and slowly shook my head --- NO --- But I was still on my butt and back – while he hovered over me with his naked body. He was superior at intimidation. I scooted my butt away – without actually standing up to him I actually crawled out from his presence. I had swallowed my pride as I crawled away. I could hear him laugh as I scooted toward the door and tried to open it without getting up or turning my back on him. When I had nearly gotten out the door I heard Mitch exclaim to Derrick “C’mon BOY – this turns me on – get over here and finish what you started!” **** I went back to my apartment where I questioned Stacy about what Mika had wanted from her. Stacy was still unwilling to talk, but finally said that she was supposed to bring me to her. “She told me that since she normally charges 1000 dollars or more to whip a bitch, she wants me to bring my boyfriend to her as payment instead.” Stacy continued “I don’t know what she sees in you – but I think she only wants to beat you up and humiliate you. I didn’t want to see you get beat up by this woman.” I half heartedly laughed, “What makes you so sure that she would be able to beat me up? I am 6’ 3” 205 pounds.” “Did you wrestle in school? Did you take boxing or kick-boxing, or martial arts that I was unaware of?” Not waiting for my answer, she already knew I didn’t learn any of those self defense courses. “I took some self defense courses to protect me – and she kicked my ass. Not once, but now twice. She PLAYED with me for Christ sake! She told me how that resistance was futile. She told me that if I give in – and be her good little bitch, she will go easier on me.” Stacy looked me square in the eye and said “If that strong ass bitch comes over here again – I will do one of two things: run to the kitchen and grab a knife to kill her with; or fall to my knees and beg to kiss her ass and suck on her slimy pussy promising to be her good little bitch the whole time! It just depends which thought hits me at that moment, but I am leaning toward making it easy on myself and just give in.” I sat quietly pondering all this about Mika, and yet – I was just on my butt, bowled over by her naked boyfriend, and felt very insecure. He never even laid a hand on me, yet his bold way of making himself top dog made me feel so very vulnerable. How could I ask Stacy to be able to go hold off Mika for my sake or her own. Since I hadn’t answered Stacy – she may have figured that she had hurt my male pride. “Honey, I love you. And I want to protect you too. I would fight for you. I did already today. The two times she has beat me up – I hardly have a bruise, a cut or anything less than a few rug burns. But my muscles are like jelly. What is worse, she has gotten inside my brain – and told me things that she can, and does do to guys who think they can wrestle with her. She likes to beat them up and break their will to resist. She said that within a few hours – she could turn my boyfriend…” Then pointing directly at me continued “You - - - into a wimpy little pussy sucker afraid of his own shadow.” Stacy didn’t want to give me up and wasn’t going to tell me about it either. I didn’t want to give her up – or use her as stake in winning bet with Mitch. This was love. The only thing that hurt still was that Stacy didn’t think I was man enough to take on a girl. Stacy said that she wanted to take a nap – she was tired. “Please leave me here in the bedroom. Stay in the apartment – so I can get some rest.” I think in the back of her mind she still wondered how Mika came in our front door, and maybe worried that if she went to sleep Mika would return. Chapter 5 Derrick visited me at my apartment later that afternoon. I wasn’t going to let him in our place – but he insisted that he really wanted to explain everything. “I am not judging you. You are a grown person, and you can have sex however you want.” I tried to dismiss him. He pushed his way into our apartment and said “I was forced to do that. I tried to stand up for Stacy – and it backfired. I can lose my job, and rent free apartment. Now I am caught in a trap with them and my boss Mr. Howard. I have to explain, I can’t have you assume what I believe you are thinking about me.” “Okay – so how does helping Stacy have anything to do with your job, Mr. Howard, or you – um – sucking that redneck Mitch?” I blurted out and led him to the family room of our apartment. Derrick started to explain. “I called Mr. Howard, just like I said I was going to do – and I asked him if I could give the video to you or the police. He said it was a bad idea. He didn’t want the apartment complex to get in the news for this. He told me to go over to their apartment and tell Mika that ‘this behavior from her is not necessary!’ and ‘to leave the other tenants alone.’ I told Mr. Howard that its’ not my job to police the tenants. But he insisted that it is my job. In addition to fixing thing that break in the apartments – I had a responsibility to keep the peace among the residents.” I interrupted him and asked “So – you went over to their place and told her what he said?” Derrick continued “Yeah – as much as I didn’t like being the ‘heavy’ at this place – it got worse than that. I was expected to take the tape over to her and show her that we got it on video.” “So Mika knows there was proof of her beating up on Stacy right?” I asked. “Yeah, but she just laughed. She and Mitch watched part of the tape – then they told me something about my boss – ‘no wonder he insisted that we wrestle in that room – he taped the whole thing so he could jerk off for the next few months to the tape. That is going to cost him.’ When I asked her what she was talking about – she said that she meets people online - wrestles them at a cost of $1,000 - $3,000. Sometimes she gets paid to be filmed and that cost as much as $5,000. Mitch is her ‘pimp’ in a way – collecting the money, and making sure that the sick SOB who wants to wrestle her doesn’t do anything to really hurt her – outside the ring.” “Really?” was all I could say at this point. “What does this have to do with your job, or the apartment owner?” “I’m getting to that” Derrick took a deep pronounced breath as if he really NEEDED to tell this story to someone. “They molested me.” “Who did?” My ears perked up and I quietly waited for him to explain a little more. “Mika and Mitch did.” Derrick looked down and continued to clarify what happened. “Mika was making all kinds of remarks and stuff about how she wiped Stacy’s butt. She said that your girlfriend is just starting to become a good pussy sniffer and cunt licker. She started to rub my crotch and laughed that I was getting hard from her talk, and from the video. She said I must have watched the video a bunch myself before bring it to them. She asked if I had jerked off – watching it? I told her NO – and it was the truth. Then she opened and pulled down my pants. I went to stop her, but Mitch twisted my right arm behind my back and pressed his other hand to my neck, immobilizing me.” Derrick took another big breath and kept telling his story. “She was playing with my cock and balls. I don’t know about you – since you have a girlfriend and all, but it had been a long time since I had – um -- got any, if you know what I mean.” I nodded “She was being real sexy ---- in a sluttish way ---- and Mitch was keeping me subdued. Anyway, she made my dick cum. It squirted all over my pants, chest and her hands. She tried to make me lick it off her hand. When I refused, Mitch increased the pressure on my arm tightening it more behind my back. God it hurt something awful. She smeared my own cum all over my face and mouth. Then she got behind me on the couch, Mitch pushed me to the floor so I was still looking toward the TV. Mitch let go of my arm – but she straddled my neck, so that her legs crossed and locked right in front of my face. I tried to break free, but after Mitch had twisted my right arm – it felt like a lead pipe – as if it didn’t really belong to my body – it sort of just hung there. I couldn’t really rub it ‘cause her legs were in the way.” Derrick looked up to see me intently following the story so far. “Then Mitch stood up and put his legs on both side of my chest. With her legs crushing my neck from both sides and his legs on the outside of them – his smelly crotch was right in my face. I couldn’t get up, and I couldn’t turn my head out of the way. It was like slow motion when he pulled the gym shorts he was wearing to one side and out popped his big ol’ dick. He waved it back and forth in front of me. Then he even slapped my face and mouth with it. Last I remember he was thrusting his cock in the direction of my mouth. As she put lots of pressure on my neck, I was beginning to get light headed. Mitch forced his cock into my mouth and breathing was even more difficult. I passed out. But even passed out, Mitch had unloaded a ton of sperm into my mouth. They woke me up and I was choking on it – swallowing most of it.” Derrick was nearly in tears telling me this. But I could picture his humiliation at the hands of these two thugs. “When I tried to leave – I reached for the tape in the VCR, but Mika stopped me and told me ‘maybe when you suck his cock for real – and kiss and lick my ass – we’ll give you that tape back. But now it stays with us!’ I went home in shame and disgust.” Derrick said. Derrick added “I called Mr. Howard, and told him a little bit about what happened. And he threatened me with my job. He said that who he rents an apartment to is HIS business, and that it doesn’t matter that he likes to wrestle women to get his jollies. He said that when he wrestles her again – this time he will win – and she will have to move out. He basically admitted that he likes it when a big strong woman wraps her legs around his face or smothers him with her ass. She won – and the bet was 2 months free rent, with another match --- double or nothing in two weeks. He explained that if I didn’t do what she and her boyfriend wanted – I could clean out my free apartment and consider myself fired.” Then last night Mitch must have been drunk – and was causing some commotion. One of the other residents called me and asked if I would make them quiet down. Mitch did this to my arm.” Derrick showed me some new bruises forming on his arm. “He pinned it down – and he hit me multiple times on my muscle – reducing my arm to that of a weak little schoolgirl. Then he fucked my face with his hard on – and I sucked on it till he came.” “What you saw today – I fear is just the start. He visited my office – shut the door, marched behind my desk and yanked me to the floor – then he stripped off his shirt, and shorts and sat in my office chair. He ordered me to suck his cock – or he would beat me up some more. I was just starting to suck him, when you came in.” Derrick gripped his hands in each fist. “So you see, I am not sure I can handle this anymore – I don’t want to be someone’s bitch – especially his. I could actually get off on being Mika’s toy – cause at least she is a woman – but Mitch frightens me. I have to do what he says – or maybe I lose more than just a little dignity. I will lose a job, and my home. I just needed you to know what all you have caused by telling me --- I would have never gotten involved with them. I was trying to help out – now look where it got me --- I am reduced to be being a rednecks’ cock sucking bitch.” Then he added “If I kill him – and go to prison, there are 20 more like him in there!” Controlling the Apartment Residents Pt. 02 “Wait a minute there – partner. It is not my fault I brought this to your attention. What Mika did to Stacy in the gym was assault, and now we don’t have the proof on film. We’ll find a way to help one another. Then in two weeks – if your boss beats this girl – she will leave our lives once and for all.” I rationalized. “Don’t get your hopes up on Mr. Howard. He’s a sex pervert that can’t get it up in a normal way. He gets off on LOSING to strong aggressive women. For all I know, he may even get off on losing to a guy like Mitch. I lied about the camera in the gym. He put it there to spy on the pretty women working out. He also used it for any of his female wrestling matches he scheduled from the internet. He told me he came just this much shy…” Derrick held his fingers an inch apart. “of putting camera in the women’s and men’s locker. The only thing that stopped him – was that it would become apparent to anyone prosecuting him, that he was only video taping for his jollies. By only having it in the gym, he can claim that it is to protect the equipment since there isn’t a staff member present 24 hours a day.” Then Derrick said “Mr. Howard was royally pissed that when you came in telling me about Stacy – that my first instinct was to check the tape – and show it to you. Outside of the people who installed it, me and him, no one else knew the camera’s are there. He said I should have told you ‘that I would get back with you’ and view at the tape in private.” “It looks like we can’t get Mr. Howard on our side.” I said back. “I really stopped by your office to tell you that Mika came here to our apartment – right after I left this morning. She terrorized Stacy – and made her have sex with her.” Then I resigned the new fact “Stacy is nearly out of her mind, on the one hand she wants to fight back, but each time she struggles to defend herself Mika just is too strong and forces her to serve her by sucking her pussy. I don’t even know what all that mean muscle bound woman is doing to my girlfriend, but Stacy just told me that if she comes over here again she most likely would drop to the ground and feebly beg to kiss Mika’s ass.” I lowered my head and said “She is in the bedroom right now, trying to sleep. She wanted me to stay here so that Mika couldn’t come back in our apartment and further terrorize her” Derrick said “She got to Stacy the way Mitch has gotten to me.” “What do you think we should do?” I asked. “WE?” Derrick argued. “What is this ‘we’ stuff? So far I don’t see your ass getting beat up by either one of them? I don’t see you being forced to suck on their pussy like Stacy is, or their cock – like I have just done twice?” Then showing that he is afraid to fight back he continued. “I never liked a bully, or a mean ass bitch. But I agree with her if they came to my place again – much as it disgusts me, I would crawl on the floor at their feet.” “You are afraid to fight back?” I resentfully asked Derrick. “In my office, when you fell over the box and landed on your ass, you were staring straight up at a naked man, pointing his finger at you and challenging you. You crawled away from my office on your ass. I was about to come to your rescue and stop this malicious immoral man from terrorizing us both. But I could see the fear all over your face. He is like a wild animal, he can sense the fear in us. IF you had fought him just then, I would have joined in. Maybe together, we could have beaten the shit out of him, and kept him from harassing one or both of us. But you didn’t. You slunk out of the office and left me to be humiliated and abused even more by him.” What he said was true. I felt so inadequate in Mitch’s strapping presence. Derrick gritted his teeth and told me “He was a lot meaner to me after you left. It seems that Mika has taken a crush on you, without you knowing it. She thinks you are the cutest guy she has ever seen. She wants to see just how fun it would be to fuck you. He said stuff that sounded like – she could either beat up and humiliate you, or mark you as her PET and keep you around as a trophy boyfriend to play with. Mitch was furious over her talking about what she would like to do with ‘Stacy’s boyfriend’ – and that’s you!” “She is beating up Stacy to get to me?” I wondered out loud. “That is nothing.” Derrick warned me “If you think that her current boyfriend is going to let her have you – you’re in for a rude awakening. While he was making me serve him – all he kept talking about was how funny it would be to have YOU on your knees sucking his cock – just to show Mika that you are a male pussy.” There was some contempt in Derrick’s voice – I think he blames me for getting him into this whole thing. “So if I get the cops involved, would you tell them what they made you do? After all I am not sure how she got into our apartment today, and I don’t know what will happen if I try to fight back.” I asked Derrick. “She got into your apartment without breaking the lock, or the door?” He hesitantly asked as if he already knew the answer. “Yeah, I am not sure if the cops would believe us without any forced entry and since they have the tape from the gym the other night.” I answered. “I think I know how they got a key. Mika handed me an apartment master key last night when I was over at their place trying to settle the noise down. She said it must have fallen off my key chain.” Derrick paused as if to replay the image in his mind, “Now, I don’t think it fell off, I think they took it off when I was there showing them the tape. I was out cold. They may have made a copy, which means if I don’t get it back, they could have access to everyone’s apartment – not just yours!” We didn’t come to any solutions – but at least I knew where everyone stood, and it was making more sense to me. Chapter 6 That night, Stacy and I were cuddling, and due to the punishment that Mika had given her pussy, she didn’t want to make love. She did offer to give me a blowjob. So while she was bringing me to ejaculation, I started having some very strange thoughts in my head. I day dreamed that I was beat up like Derrick, and like him I had to suffer though giving Mitch a blowjob. I imagined how crude and obnoxious he would be – while I would be sucking his cock. Then I started picturing his huge tool, and balls filled with his seed. While Stacy was licking my cock – I imagined that it was me licking his member. Would I choke on it? Would I enjoy it? What about making it erupt – this wouldn’t be an act of love – it would be an act of obedience and a sign of submissiveness Then as she was slurping on me, each feeling I had from my groin – I thought of what it must be like to spread my legs wide and let a guy suck on my cock. What if I were Mitch? Would it matter who’s mouth was on my cock – just so long as I got my jollies? Would I feel more potent relishing that person’s defeat – making sure that they know they are the cocksucker – and I am the one sitting there getting off? Would it excite me to know that I could come over to another guy – and force him to belittle himself to prove I am stronger than him? That issue of dominance crept into my brain. Stacy was still enjoying the blowjob while I was daydreaming. Now instead of wondering just how Mitch might feel – I began to wonder what it would look like to Mika if I were found on my knees, sucking Mitch’s full cock to eruption. Just as I had interrupted Derrick giving Mitch a blowjob – I never suspected that he was doing it under duress. He was reluctantly obeying a stronger more dominant male. I imagined in prison, who is listed as tough guy – and who is listed as pansy. Which category do I fit in? It didn’t take a lot of thought – I am too nice a guy to be punishing another guy into serving me. So – I guess I would be the one begging to suck the ‘man’s dick’. What would Mika think of her ‘crush’ to see him obediently giving head to another guy – her current boyfriend and manager? A guy with tattoos and muscles just like her making her PET swallow his load. It occurred to me that she would treat him like shit. Just at that moment – I burst. My cock was full and bursting, it erupted into Stacy’s open mouth. She swallowed some, and saved some in her mouth for our kiss. Something that she has always thought to be erotic and she liked about me, I wasn’t always squeamish over kissing her when she had some cum left in her mouth. In fact, she would kiss me and if I had made some cum leak onto her cheek or neck – I would lick it up with my tongue. I realized that Derrick had refused to lick his own cum from Mika’s hand when she had made his dick squirt. I would have licked it up. I guess he didn’t want to suck Mitch’s cock at first – but he was overpowered and now resigns himself to do it without coercion. This time she asked me “Wow – either you haven’t gotten any in awhile – or something really sexy turned you on. Because your dick was as hard, and thick as I have ever seen it. And you came so much – I gulped 3 swallows down, and still had plenty left for you to share. I hope you were dreaming about me!” Then she hugged me tight. I said “Yes dear – you are the only one I dream about when we are making love.” Yet I drifted off to sleep wondering what tomorrow had in store for us both. This was the wildest Saturday I had experienced in a long time, and judging by Stacy’s reaction to her giving me a blowjob – am I really a pansy in disguise? Do I somehow crave to be beaten up and made to serve like Stacy was by Mika or Derrick by Mitch? I guess I won’t know until it happens. Should I fight back – or will it lead to the same result: submissively cowering at either of their feet. Controlling the Apartment Residents Pt. 03 © This is written by me, and can be reproduced for your enjoyment, however not if it is reproduced on an internet pay site, or any other medium; without compensation for me --- the writer. ____________ This story is fiction. It is meant to be read by adults. All the characters in this story are of my own imagination, and not real in any sense of the word. Any similarities to that of living people is pure coincidence. Story Summary: Stacy gets beat up and raped by a younger woman while alone at the gym late one night. Tim, her live-in boyfriend finds out after the fact that this girl wants Stacy to give him to her. Mitch is the boyfriend / manager of this aggressive wrestler, and he likes having guys or girls afraid to disobey him. He uses his muscles and that fear to coerce them into sexual submission. Check back to the first 2 posted sections of this story for more information on the characters. Read on – and I hope you enjoy part 3 this story. Chapter 7 The next morning I was in the bathroom while Stacy was still lying in bed. I heard what I thought was the TV, and just assumed that Stacy had woken up as I had gotten out of bed. I really wasn't paying much attention to what program she was watching, and besides – I had the door to the toilet shut to limit the smell I was sure to be generating this morning. I called out as I finished wiping my butt, "Honey – what would you like to do today. It looks like it is going to be raining the whole time, perhaps we can take in a movie or something" As I finished saying that I walked back into the bedroom and got a major surprise. There on the bed was Mika. She was sitting astride Stacy with her hands pushing my girlfriends face against her covered pussy. She looked over at me and said something like "Enjoying the show?" I was standing naked in my bedroom while Stacy's head was mashed into Mika's bathing suit up against her pussy. As I took 4 or 5 steps toward the bed, someone grabbed my arm and wrenched it behind my back. I bent over from the pain and they pushed down on my neck to make me bend even more. Using my other hand I took a swing at the guys legs. I hit him once, maybe twice when he just jerked my arm even tighter to the middle of my back. "Owwww" I cried out in pain. But he wrenched it again and again forcing me to move the way he wanted like a puppet on a string. He let go of the hold he had on my bent arm and I turned around to see who it was, and just as I would have guessed, Mitch had a sinister look in his eyes. "What's the matter? Arm a little sore? That is not the only thing that will be sore when I am finished with you." Mitch threatened. When Mitch found himself naked yesterday – it didn't stop him threatening and bullying me. This time I was the one naked and instead used both of my hands to cover my crotch. Mitch was dressed in a muscle t-shirt, a pair of loose fitting gym shorts and tennis shoes. Mika said something about my Stacy – and her face plastered against Mika's crotch. While I turned to see what she was doing to her, Mitch came from behind to locked both my arms in his. His arms came from below my underarm and locked together behind my neck. Now, both my arms were useless, and there was nothing to cover me from Mika's inspecting eyes. We half heartedly wrestled around. Mostly it looked like we were in a weird dance routine. I tried to wrench myself free, and he showed me how pathetic my struggles were. Mitch was making humiliating comments in my ear while I strained to get free. "We've come for you Pansy Boy! We're going to break you! If we don't break you will, then at least we'll have the fun of breaking your arm, back or maybe your neck!" Mika let Stacy's head drop back into the pillow and she slowly got off my girlfriend. Stacy wasn't moving. Her arms were laying there as if she was passed out. Her eyes were closed. Mika however was sizing me up. She was now standing in front of me, her legs spread about shoulder length apart. Her tattoos readily exposed and something I really just noticed – her nipples were straining to poke through the navy blue swimsuit she was wearing. She stood even with me, while looking me directly in the eye she slammed her fist into my unprotected gut. "Uummpfff" was the only sound I made – thus exhaling all the air in my lungs. Mika cupped my balls, and several times ran her fingernail on the underside of my dick. It must have liked her touch. I started to imagine what Derrick had told me of his encounter with her. She stroked him till he shot his wad. Is that what she was going to do with me? My cock started to fill with blood and engorge. "So Cute! You are the precious one – aren't you?" Mika teased me. Mitch must not have liked her calling me cute – 'cause he gripped tighter on my neck. Between that, and the pressure of his strong muscles trapping my arms I wasn't going anywhere. I tried to move my legs and get some leverage, but between his grip and Mika's teasing touch I was rendered vulnerable in their grasp. I looked past Mika to see Stacy still not moving on the bed. "What did you do to her?" I said through my gritted teeth. "Nothing that we weren't going to do to you too!" Mika answered, and held up a handkerchief that must have contained a sleep agent like ether. "Normally I like to put my wrestling matches to sleep with one of my many wrestling moves, and then humiliate them while they are out. But sometimes Mitch uses this stuff on a guy as he gets just a little too rough with me. It won't hurt to go sleep --- but what Mitch does to you when you fall asleep – will hurt a lot!" She forewarned. Then she held the hanky to my lips and nose and pressed it while I fought to get free and tried not to inhale at the same time. Moments later I remember seeing Mika breasts fade to black. Chapter 8 How long I was out – I couldn't say. I wasn't facing the clock when I woke up. I awoke as I was choking on some liquid. It took a moment to realize just where I was. Yes, I was still in the bedroom, but instead of being on the bed or chair – I was still naked kneeling directly in front of the chair. Mitch was sitting in our bedroom chair; his legs spread wide open and his lumbering dripping cock – just inches from my face. Every muscle in my arms hurt. My shoulder felt like it had been separated from my body – or maybe that was my arm that had been separated from my shoulder. My legs were weak – and very sore too. Oh, all of this was only surpassed by the throbbing coming from my nut sack. I glanced down and saw some sort of contraption on my cock and balls. A leather strip circled my dick and a silver ring was cupping my balls – extending them from my crotch. It looked bizarre and unnatural the way my dick was strapped up. I wanted to talk, I choked some more on some very salty substance. It was then that I realized Mitch had shot his load into my open mouth while I was unconscious. His dick was still dripping his thick seed. He laughed as he watched my eyes and knew how my mind was starting to figure a few things out. Mitch held up a hand mirror from Stacy's bathroom sink. I glanced into it – to see myself covered in Mitch's jizz. "I always love the look that guys have when they realize what they were doing while they are out of it. I fucked your real pretty mouth. I shot my cum all over your face, and all the way down your throat. That is what usually brings 'em around." Gradually, I reached for my cock and balls – looking down to see what it was that hurt so damn bad. The strap which was 3 inches wide encircled my shaft, with only the mushroom shaped head poking out. Below the bottom of it there was something metal dangling from it. And the top part of the strap had a metal loop, like maybe where you could attach a leash or chain. "Here!" Mitch said as he handed me the mirror. "Check it out for yourself. I have an old chum of mine who is really into dominating male slaves. He makes 'em for me." I tried to pull on it – but the slightest pressure around the strap caused needle like pain from my cock. "OWWWWwwww" I hollered. "Oh, you found the controlling action of this devise. You see inside the strip of leather is 20 or 30 small thumbtacks. The second strip of leather goes around it – so that someone else can grab your little dicky and reduce you to whimpering puss!" Mitch proudly explained. "For my friend it serves 2 purposes. First, it will keep the wearer from wanting to get a hard on. Oh, you can get a hard on all right --- but it won't be pleasant. Soon you will learn to divert your mind, so that you don't get excited, just to keep from the pain. Second, it is used how I love to use it – a Master can grab you by your dick..." Mitch reached down to my shaft and wraps his palm tightly around the leather. "And he can tighten his grip..." He squeezed slowly – letting the pain my shaft build until I tried to stop his hand – and squealed with agony. "LET Gooooo" I hissed as the new sting registered in my brain. Mitch just squeezed even tighter. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked knowing the answer I would provide. "Yes!" I hissed. "Will you be a good little BOY – and do exactly what I tell you!" He taunted. I tried to squirm away. But with my arms and legs so sore, and his grip on my cock – I had no where to go. I grabbed his wrist and put a ton of pressure on it to try and force it off my sheath covered dick. But he held on even tighter, until I finally screamed. "AAaaaahhhhhhhh STOP!" In a calm but frightfully evil voice, Mitch ordered me "Let go of my arm, and hand or I will squeeze even tighter." He punctuated his order by crushing it into my skin a little more, until I saw a small amount of blood drip from the end of the leather. I let go. Mitch eased his grip somewhat. Satisfied that I was remaining motionless in his grasp, he asked "Now – what are you going to be for me?" "I'll be good." I sniffled as I tried not to cry. "That is nice, but what I want to hear you say is 'that you'll be a good BOY' to me" Mitch's malicious eyes bore into my brain. He punctuated his question when he got to the word 'BOY' by closing his fist a little tighter on the leather strap. I inhaled a deep breath, and knew that the fight I thought I would have with this redneck had already come to an end – well before it ever began. He had reduced me to an impotent slut right before his eyes. I was going to call myself a 'boy' before his naked form. I did as he expected. "I will be a good Boy!" He was enjoying this immensely. His cock – which must have already squirted down my throat once and maybe even on me once more, was starting to stir and stand out from his body. This is a fact that did not go unnoticed from either one of us. Then he taunts "How can you possibly show that you will be a good boy for me?" "Stop hurting me – and I will do what ever you want." I begged "Hmm, whatever I want – well know what I want? I want you to show how much of a BOY you are in front of a man. Make my cock hard – suck it good for me." He commanded. "You have to let go of me – your arm is in the way." I tried to reason with him into letting my bleeding dick go. Satisfied that I was nearly emasculated he eased his grip on my extremely sore dick, and scooted his ass further toward the front of the chair, so that I could do a better job sucking his cock. I had no choice. I opened my mouth and licked at his hardening shaft. He called me BOY, PUSSY, FAGGOT, BITCH and COCKSUCKER, to make me feel that much more insignificant in his presence. I have nothing against the gay community, but there must be plenty of guys who LIKE this sort of thing – but what I was doing was being forced to obey and submit to him. He never did cum – he just got tired of me sucking on his cock before he stood up and whipped me across the face with his full hard on. I asked "Where is Stacy? What happened to her – what have you done with her?" "You will see her soon enough. But I have to explain EXACTLY what you will say when you see her." Mitch was slipping on his gym shorts. I looked at his body – he was proud of its muscles everywhere. I could see that his tattoos were so inappropriate especially the one that was across his lower chest saying to suck his cock. He had the tattoo of barbed wire going around the top of his bicep and one even going around his ankle. The one about sucking his prick was too much. When someone is actually kneeling and sucking his substantial cock – their eyes are at the same level as this statement "In case of Emergency unzip pants – suck hard". I was already submissive to this obnoxious guy. Mitch tossed me a pair of my own gym shorts and a t-shirt and told me to put them on. Then he stood really close to me and warned me "now, we are going to go over to where Stacy and Mika are. You are to do exactly as I say, and I won't embarrass you by showing that miserable boy dick you got between your legs. I know that your cute little girlfriend has seen your miserable cock, but she is going to see one much better..." and he grabbed his crotch in a most suggestive manner. "I am not going to embarrass you by showing that devise on your cock and balls. But in return you are going to drop to your knees and beg to suck my cock in front of her. If you refuse, I will reach into your shorts and grab your little dick. I swear the pain will be so much worse than what I did just now. Then we will wrestle for Stacy. When I win – Mika will keep you as a pet until she decides to throw you away. Is that understood BOY?" "Yes!" I quietly answered him "Oh, one more thing – just to show them who's the boss – you will address me as 'SIR' and answer to 'BOY' -- Got it?" Mitch sneered. Remembering what the pain felt like when he grabbed my cock, I didn't disagree with this bully. Chapter 9 We went to Mika's and Mitch's apartment. It was trashy. In the middle of the room, they had taken the couch cushions and laid them on the floor. A few blue wrestling mats are on the outskirts of the cushions. The living room was one big wrestling ring. Stacy was in one corner with Mika on a chair, and Stacy standing beside her. Mika turned to Stacy and announced. "Mitch and Tim have agreed to wrestle. The winner gets the loser and their girlfriend as slaves." Looking at Stacy Mika continued "That is right – we are going to abide by the results of this match." Mitch stepped to the center of the 'ring', just off the cushions and said "Before we begin this match for Stacy or Mika – I want to show what I taught Tiny Tim to do. Tiny Tim – crawl over here!" He said pointing to a spot next to his feet. I quietly dropped to my knees and crawled to the spot he pointed at. When I got there, I just kept my head bowed. "What are you?" Mitch asked me. "I am a BOY" I stated. "What am I?" Mitch prodded. "A dick!" I mumbled under my breath. "What did you say BOY?" Mitch grabbed the back top of my hair and yanked my head back so I could see his villainous glare. "A man!" I quickly changed my answer. "Undo my pants and show your soon to be ex-girlfriend what this man has in his pants!" Mitch goaded. Every muscle in my arms, shoulder and legs hurt. But nothing hurt as much as when he grabbed my cock less than 20 minutes ago. There was no way I wanted to have him do that again. His cock was already bulging in those light weight grey gym shorts. He must be really get off making me (or any other guy) submissively cower in his presence. I reached up and undid the string that kept his gym shorts up on his waist. This allowed the garment to drop to his ankles. His thick tool sprung right at my face. I could see from the side of my face -- Stacy was watching intently – as Mitch gave the next command. "Now – tell me you're just a little boy and you would love to prove I am a Man – beg to suck this!" He gripped the shaft with his fist and waved it in my face. Just as he had previous instructed – I looked up toward his thick hanging shaft and in the quietest voice pleaded "I am a boy – you're a man – please – I can't do this!" He shoved it my direction and I closed my mouth tight and turned my head. "You know that you are just a pussy! Go on – I know you're dying for it. Go ahead. Kiss it. Suck it." Mitch taunted me as he waved his 8 inch long, solid slab of meat in my face. "I can't do it." I repeated "You just can't make me! Please this is all wrong. You broke into my house, took my girlfriend, done god knows what to me ..." I didn't finish when he actually pounced on me. All of his weight came crashing down on my kneeling form and my chest couldn't hold him. My back buckled over and I was pinned under his weight. My legs, which were still bent back – didn't have time to spread straight out, so they are dying up under my ass as it crashed down on top of them. My arms – well, hell he made them useless at my apartment. He must have torn something inside my arm because I couldn't grasp him – or knock him off me. "You whine like a pansy. 'I can't do it.' 'you can't make me'. Well we'll see who can make you!" He threatened. I raised my arms to try and choke him. But he just caught them and had the leverage to simply push them over my head. Once he got them pinned – I couldn't raise them off the mat. "Now – I am not going to force you to suck my cock. That is not what I want to prove. It looks so noble of you – that you fight sucking it when I know that is exactly what you want to do. But – you can't let your pretty girlfriend know that you crave my cock – ever since you saw it." Then with an air of compassion – no wait, he has no compassion --- he offered me an alternative. "I won't squeeze your nuts or beat the shit out of you until you suck it. You will call yourself a pussy, and cocksucker and then BEG me to suck your cock before I let you off this floor!" I could wait all day. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction in front of Stacy and Mika. I refused to do what he says. I shook my head no. "Mika – why don't you put some of your punishing moves on little sweetie-pie while we are waiting" Mitch suggested. Mika grabbed Stacy and flung her out toward the mat where she promptly fell on her ass. With her back toward Mika, Stacy was just trying to get her bearings when Mika grabbed both of Stacy's arms and yanked them behind her back. To make matters worse, Mika drove her knee into Stacy's back. Stacy was sitting on the couch pillows while Mika would slowly push Stacy's arms closer together behind her back. Stacy struggled – but Mika clearly knew what she was doing. Mika, who was sitting behind Stacy – her knee still in the small of Stacy's back, leaned back while still holding onto both of Stacy's arms. She slowly extended her reach by letting her grasp slide down to Stacy's wrists, but that is as far as she went. Now, Mika leaned back even more but this time she started putting her feet on Stacy's back. Stacy gritted her teeth her breath was short – she was clearly in pain. From my view, Mika was enjoying her torment of my girlfriend. I could watch them both from the side. Stacy had her arms being torn from their sockets – her blonde hair was dangling down over Mika's feet as her head flung back to take some of the tension off her shoulder blades. Mika looked like she could continue this for hours. She didn't look the least bit like she was straining to keep Stacy locked up. I twisted a bit under Mitch. I think he was starting to enjoy the one sided catfight because his bloated cock began to rise from the front of my neck. Whenever I looked at him – my sight was quickly drawn to his twitching dick and semi-full balls. I wasn't getting loose. He did scoot up just a little bit so that his hardening shaft was starting to poke at my chin. If I lowered my head so my chin touched my face – he could have easily shoved his tool into my mouth. But I tried to keep my head back – or maybe look over to my left and watch what Mika was doing to Stacy. Controlling the Apartment Residents Pt. 03 Mika finally let go of Stacy's arms. She laid an extra kick into her back, and Stacy was nearly paralyzed, she was moving so slow. I called out "RUN" but it was no use. Mika just stood up while Stacy sat there trying to figure out what hurt most: her arms shoulders, or back. I could only helplessly watch while Mika stood so very close to the back of Stacy. Mika reached from behind her right leg, and pulled on Stacy's blonde hair between Mika's open legs. Then she closed her legs trapping Stacy's face between them. I could hear Stacy gasping for air. Her nose and mouth were pressed against Mika's sex. Granted Mika was wearing her bathing suit – but I thought I could make out her lower lips as she pressed down trapping Stacy's nose and mouth. Stacy scratched at Mika's legs but they didn't budge. In fact, I think she squeezed tighter. I could see some rippling muscles in those thick thighs as they squeezed my girlfriends face like a python. Stacy's struggle became more feeble as she was not getting the air she needed to continue the fight. Mika looked absolutely like an Amazon as she stood conquering my slimmer girlfriend. Maybe it was because I was looking up from the ground, but she looked like she LOVED this. Speaking of loving it, I noticed my dick start to harden. It started to HURT too. The tacks inside that strap were biting my shaft. Mitch liked what he saw too – his cock had plenty of room to expand. I had to stop them. Stacy was just barely scraping at those powerful thighs. She was nearly out of it. I cried out "Let her BREATHE!" and forced my hands straight up. I think I caught Mitch by surprise cause I actually got one free. That freedom was short lived – he caught my wrist and slowly forced my arm back down to the ground. I was pinned. Mika announced "Do as he says – and I will drop Miss Pretty --- keep refusing, and maybe I'll squeeze her till her ears bleed." I gave up. "ok you win. Let her go –" "No way PUSS! You do as I told you --- call yourself a pussy and a cocksucker, then let me hear you BEG to suck my cock." Mitch enforced his rule. Quietly I began to say "I am a pussy – and cocksucker. Please let me suck yours!" Mika laughed "What's that? I couldn't hear you – and I know Stacy missed hearing that – her ears are being cuddled by my thighs." Cuddled was not a word I would use to describe the sheer force of that punk woman's legs. She was crushing Stacy – and I had to do something about it. I couldn't fight back. All that was left – was to give in. So I said it again louder this time. "I am a pussy and cocksucker. Please let me suck on your cock --- SIR!" "See, that wasn't so bad was it BOY?" Mitch laughed as he humiliatingly slapped my face with his hard shaft. Bits of pre-cum dangled from the end of his slit to various spots on my face as he slapped me with his thick meat. But I tilted my head toward my chest and opened my mouth like a baby bird waiting to be fed. He shoved it in, pressing my tongue against the bottom of my mouth while my teeth raked the top of his solid shaft. I couldn't get more than 4 inches of the huge monster in my mouth and gums – but he was intent on making me take more. Mika dropped Stacy just like she promised. She hit the cushions and it took her a few minutes to come around. I could see Stacy from the corner of my eye – she was heartbroken. Her longtime boyfriend was on his back mouthing this young punk's cock. Mika was rubbing my girlfriends' crotch and tweaking her nipples – Stacy just stayed there and took whatever Mika wanted to do. They both watched while I sucked this muscle bound punk. Mitch boasted that he was so much better than me. He claimed that we haven't fought at all, that I had surrendered to his natural authority. Why did my arms and shoulders hurt so much? When I was knocked out --- did he try to rip my arms from the socket? Maybe he substantially abused my body before locking this sheath on my cock. But Stacy was knocked out cold before I came out of the bathroom. She didn't know if I fought back or not. All she knew was that she had fought with Mika twice, and here I was pinned to the ground sucking on this disgusting guy's rod with hardly a noticeable fight. She got a better look at Mitch's male virility as he sprayed her inferior boyfriend with six jets of cum. None of it went down my mouth – most of it landed on my face getting in my eyes so I was afraid to barely open them. Mitch got off me and stood over my pathetic body like a conquering hero. I cleaned my face off with my t-shirt and threw it in a corner. Mitch then announced "Tiny Tim and I are going to wrestle each other. Since he is modest, he will keep his gym shorts on. I however will agree to wrestle in the nude, although it is possible that your boyfriend is such a cock sucking pansy that he may want to suck on my cock again during the match." He laughed at his humiliating comment "It is just something I will have to live with." Stacy was enraged at my submissive obedience to this well hung redneck. She turned to Mika and declared "Why bother. It is obvious that he doesn't fight back. You can have him. Why was I so stupid to think I was protecting him from you – or your boyfriend!" "Oh but my sweet little girl – they are not wrestling for his submission or to see if he will be obedient. They are wrestling for you and me. If Mitch wins, Tim comes with me, and he will give you to Mitch. If 'Tiny' wins he gets to keep you and earns me." Mika smirked as her words slowly sunk in to Stacy's brain. "He can't possibly win. He was already pinned and obediently sucked your boyfriend off, without so much as a whimper." She sneered "I don't want to be involved in this wager." "Too late! The match will begin in a minute." Mitch stated. "Maybe after this – you won't find me so – revolting." I stood as best I could. Mika was still palming my girlfriend's body and Mitch was stalking around the makeshift ring. I didn't stand a chance and Stacy knew it. I could have fought him before I was knocked unconscious – but now that he must have yanked my body apart like a rag doll, and put this sheath on my cock – there was little fight left in me. More to come in Chapter 10 and beyond... Will Tim defeat Mitch? Will they take Stacy as the prize? What about this sheath locked on his cock - will it maintain reduce him to a cowering pet anytime they squeeze it? All these answers and more will be in the next chapter! Please email me (with your return address) if you enjoyed the story - I would love to hear more of where it should go. Oh yeah -- Vote it a 5 if it earned it! StryWrter7