An Unlikely Enslavement (Preview)

This is an in-progress update to a patreon exclusive.

Author's note: I am extremely excited to finish this story off. The different strategy I've employed is combining sexual encounters within the introduction. Including smut in the build up has made the initial stages of the story extremely intriguing to progress through, and I can't wait to see the effects it'll have on the final product. This preview cuts off right before the true debauchery begins, and all I can say is.. Sydney's got her work cut out for her. I have so many more scenes planned, and I think short sex scenes will be a predominant theme in this one. I really want to highlight how Sydney is being used on a daily basis, and one huge sexy scene just won't cut it. Get excited for this one folks. Release is leaning more towards Tuesday for now.

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Imane grabbed her car keys off the counter and headed outside. The weather was absolutely fantastic, as it had been all spring, and her outfit, consisting of a form-fitting tank top and a short skirt, was just skimpy enough to fully appreciate the warm afternoon sun.

She swayed her abundant hips as she walked down the patio steps and onto the driveway, feeling the jiggle in her thighs, her boobs, and her ass. The curvy streamer then opened the door to her expensive vehicle and climbed in.

Poki sat there for a full minute without moving much. She didn’t start the ignition. She didn’t turn on the radio. She simply looked straight ahead.

Finally, her patience wore thin. With a deep sigh, she mustered up a tired question.

“Are you almost done?” she asked.

It was directed at the man in her passenger seat, who had seemingly gained entry after she had yet again forgotten to lock her car. How long he had been in there, though, was unknown. One thing was for sure– his musk was invading her nostrils.

Her ears were overwhelmed as well, with the sounds of fleshy masturbating and low grunts.

“Yeah, I’m close– ahh.. yeah, real close. Much closer now that you came out here, hah. Was this just good timing or your instincts to give me some eye candy? Mm, fuck,” he moaned as he jerked his eight inch cock. “Why don’t you turn around and shake that Moroccan ass? That’d really help me out.”

A look of contempt washed over her face. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, shake that fat fucking ass of yours! I know you want to. You African whores can’t resist an opportunity to twerk.”

The gall of this man. “You– just please, finish. We don’t twerk for assholes like you.”

Despite the negative tone of the conversation, the man was stroking his cock with complete fervor. After all, talking to such an attractive young woman while he masturbated was extremely arousing.

“So you admit, you do twerk? Like a whore?”

Imane rolled her eyes, more in annoyance than anything else, and ignored his last comment.

“So what? I have a big butt. Of course I’m going to twerk.. with friends at a bar or a club. Not with or for you!”

Precum drooled out of the tip of the man’s cock. “Mm, so.. just picture yourself at a club then. I don’t fucking care what you’re thinking about, as long as that ass is shaking.”

“Ugh,” Imane groaned as she moved to open her door. “You’re impossible to talk to. I’m going to wait inside. Honk whenever you’re done, and try not to shoot any cum on the radio. Took forever to clean last time.”

“No, wait,” he protested, reaching his hand out to grab her bare thigh and pausing her exit. “No need to be a bitch about it. I’m.. fuck, I’m done. I’m almost.. fuck.”

Rubbing Imane’s upper thigh was more than enough for the man to get over that final orgasmic hurdle. With one last guttural roar, cum shot out of his cock in large, heavy spurts. He immediately tilted dick to the left and aimed it at Pokimane, who was expecting him to defile her body. She didn’t react except for a small wince.

His cum landed mostly on her thighs and her knees, with small ropes decorating the center console. He saved his final shot of cum for the exact spot she warned him not to spray. The radio.

“Asshole!” Imane exclaimed as her mouth gaped in surprise. “You couldn’t have dumped your whole load on me? At least that would’ve been easy to clean!”

All he did was laugh as he pulled his pants back up. Before leaving, he grabbed a quick handful of Imane’s tits and thanked her for the help.

Poki sat there in anger. She watched as he walked towards the front entrance she had just exited from a few minutes ago. He rang the doorbell, took his cock out, and began pissing right at the base of the door.

Sydney opened up a moment later and rolled her eyes as pee hit her feet and her shins. She didn’t immediately move out of the way, though. It looked like she was speaking to him, and the man took the opportunity to raise his stream of piss further up, coating her thighs, her shorts, and then her shirt.

After not getting anywhere, Sydney simply raised her hands in defeat and walked away, giving up on any attempt to reason with the man.

Imane could feel the warm cum on her body as she saw him walk back to the adjacent home.

He was their neighbor, after all.

Yup, this perverted asshole was their fifty-six year old neighbor, Tom, and unfortunately for Imane and her friends, his depraved behavior had been all too common ever since they moved in.

As Poki cleaned the cum off of her thighs with wet wipes, which were only stored in her car specifically to deal with Tom’s hijinks, she thought back to their first day here.

Poki, Lily, Sydney, and Jodi were all helping move their belongings inside when Tom approached from his lawn.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” he asked. “Do I finally have a new neighbor?”

Imane and Sydney put down the nightstand they were both carrying and moved forward to talk with Tom. Lily and Jodi heard the commotion and walked over as well.

“Yes, sir! New neighbors, actually. Plural!” Imane replied.

Tom had a confused expression on his face. “Wait– is he inside? Or..”

After an awkward pause, Sydney clarified, “It’s us. We’re all moving in. You’ve got four new neighbors, and there is no ‘he’.”

“I’m sorry,” the older man apologized for the misunderstanding. “For a second, I thought some old fart hired a bunch of strippers to move his stuff in, haha.”

The girls all presented surprised expressions. Sydney looked down at their outfits. They were all pretty revealing. Small tank tops, lots of cleavage, and a few short shorts, but it was nothing overt, and certainly nothing that would suggest they were strippers.

“Oh, c’mon. You know, those stripper packages that offer oddball services. Cleaning your house and whatnot,” Tom explained. “Surely you tarts aren’t too slow to understand what I’m saying.”

The girls were not amused.

“What the– no! We’re not strippers! That’s really rude of you to even suggest,” Imane retorted. “Why wouldn’t you just assume we’re the new tenants here?”

Tom raised his brows and stared as if the answer was obvious. “I mean, are you serious? A bunch of half-naked Asians and a colored chick. Or.. hold on– you’re.. Brazilian maybe? What are you?” Tom asked with a finger pointed at Imane.

“I’m Moroccan! Not that it makes a difference!”

“Ah, damn it. I’ve always wanted to fuck a Brazilian,” he commented, almost to himself.

Poki’s face scrunched up. “What does that.. bro, I can’t–”

But Tom interrupted her. “Okay, so two Africans and two Asians that look fresh off the boat,” Tom replied plainly, drawing more open-mouthed gasps from the group of babes. “This neighborhood ain’t cheap, you know? Can’t fault me for making an assumption.”

Lily, the most nervous of the bunch, simply looked on in surprise. She couldn’t believe the dialogue they were having. In search of context clues, she looked past the man and noticed a blue lives matter flag hanging from his home. Of course.

“When that assumption is racist,” Sydney began to say.

“And sexist!” Jodi added.

“Yes, and sexist! Then yes, we can absolutely fault you. I mean, why are you even talking about our races?” Sydney finished stating with her hands on her hips.

Tom put his hands up defensively. “Hey, I think you guys are taking this all the wrong way. I actually love Asians! You should see the collection of Asian porn in my den. It’s most Japanese, but there’s some Koren and Vietnamese there too. And okay, okay, I’m not the biggest fan of you blacks, but fuck,” he said as he reached out and grabbed Sydney by the arm, turning her to the side and giving Tom access to her ass. “One thing we can’t take away from you is your goddamn out-of-this-world dump trucks,” he said as he slapped her fat butt. His hand lingered, exploring the sensitive area between her cheeks and crudely groping her clothed cunt.

The shock of the situation lasted only a few seconds before Sydney shrieked and pulled away. “Oh my god! Can you please not touch me without asking? Thank you!”

Imane simply couldn’t understand why Tom looked so confused. It was as if their shock and offended reactions were unreasonable responses.

“Okay, we’re starting off on the wrong foot. I see that now,” he said in an attempt to mend his first impression. “Why don’t I help move you guys in? I’m sure you little ladies could use a bit of muscle, no?”

His change of tone actually served to quell the animosity, and the setting sun meant that dusk would soon arrive, so perhaps having their neighbor’s help wouldn’t be all that bad.

After a few exchanged glances, Imane spoke up. “Okay, fine. We’ll accept your help, as long as you keep your hands to yourself!”

“No promises,” he responded immediately. “Joking, hah.”

That actually earned a chuckle from Sydney and Jodi, which eased the tension. “Okay, whatever. Just help us with the big stuff!” Jodi declared as the group moved back towards the U-Haul.

Jodi and Lily climbed in to see how they should tackle the workload while Tom stood next to Sydney. He glanced over at her rear and couldn’t help himself.

“You know, you really do have a nice ass,” he mumbled out as he slapped her ass again and squeezed it. It was a dumb move, but worth the risk in his opinion. He’d stop copping as many feels as he could the moment they started dialing 911.

“You really have no self-control, do you?” Sydney replied with her arms crossed. She rolled her eyes in slight annoyance.

“About as much self-control as your kind does during those protests, hah,” he laughed out as if he was a comedic genius. He grew tired of her left ass cheek and promptly switched to her right one, groping and slapping at his leisure.

“Wow, okay. For a second, I thought you might just have a dark humor, but you’re like.. actually racist, aren’t you?”

“Of course not! Wouldn’t be giving your black ass this much attention if I was, now would I?”

“Ugh,” Sydney groaned. “That doesn’t mean anything! You’re still not treating me with respect, and–”

Tom ignored her and let her yap on. He continued groping her delicious ass. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten to freely grope such a fantastic butt, which was only half covered by her shorts. Not to mention one from such a young woman!

As always, though, his mouth got him in more trouble than he could explain his way out of. While he was groping her plentiful booty, a sudden thought popped into his head.

“Onlyfans!” he blurted out without thinking.

All four heads turned in his direction. “Huh?”

“Onlyfans. That’s how you chicks can afford this place. It wasn’t clicking before, but it just came to me. You all.. sell nudes on onlyfans, right?”

With a hesitant chuckle, Tom smiled back at the girls, all four of whom were staring daggers at him.

“So, any chance I.. can get a discount, or?”

That was the final straw. The girls quickly dismissed him and his much needed help.

As Imane cleaned the last of his cum off of her thighs, she cursed herself for not being more strict with him on that fateful day. Perhaps she and her friends were hesitant to burn any bridges on their first day in the neighborhood or perhaps they were simply too shy to be overly direct with people that clearly deserved it.

Either way, Tom took that initial interaction as an invitation to bother the adorable streamers every day from then on.