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Disclaimer: This is part of a set of stories in which Linda gets in trouble with different antagonists. This story is non-consensual in nature and involves elements of humiliation, bullying, sex, and slapstick humour. All characters are adults. If this is not your cup of tea, please do not read. If it is your cup of tea, however, please read. Also your feedback and suggestions for future stories are much appreciated.
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"Give those back! NOW!"
Linda stamped her feet in frustration and fury. These regular run ins with her obnoxious neighbour were simply the pits. She glared up at the big man in front of her and leapt up as high as she could to try and snatch her panties out of his hands.
Gemmell smirked as Linda made an ungainly little hop in a useless attempt to get her panties back. At just 5 feet, she was simply too short to even get near them. Gemmell practically towered over the little hottie at 6'4".
"Come and get it, tiny tots," he drawled, enjoying the furious look on her face.
She aimed a kick at his shin, but he was too quick for her and moved out of the way. Her feet connected with nothing and she lost her balance and fell hard on her firm shapely ass. Linda looked up and snarled at the great oaf in front of her who seemed to tower over her as he waved her purple thong in her face.
It was, thankfully, not the undergarment she was currently wearing, but it was still extremely annoying to have her disgusting neighbour have his filthy paws all over her unmentionables. She had no idea how he got his hands on her thong and temporarily worried about him having access to her apartment. However, Gemmell gave her something different to worry about. He was suddenly tugging on her top and her top button pinged off.
"Well, well.. Looks like you're smuggling melons in there, sweetie pie".
Linda looked down and saw a completely unacceptable amount of her cleavage.
"When I tell my husband, he'll knock your head off!"
"Don't hold your breath," replied Gemmell and promptly grabbed hold of Linda's nose.
"Led go ob me!".
Thankfully the big doofus let go of her nose and she was able to breathe again. Linda was sensitive about her nose and gingerly felt it and moved it about to see if it was still functioning properly.
"Dow gib me by banties back please," said Linda, still making sure her nose was still in the same shape it had always been. She was so distracted by her nose that she completely forgot about her cleavage.
"Well, aren't we the valley girl," said Gemmell reminding her.
With a huff, Linda held her blouse together and stormed past Gemmell towards her door. However, it wasn't possible to both hold her blouse closed and also fish for her key in her handbag.
"Hey I'm looking for treasure, can I look around your treasure chest?"
It turned out that wasn't just a rhetorical question, and Linda was dismayed to find Gemmell's big hands inside her blouse and between her breasts.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING! GET YOUR HANDS OUT OF MY TOP!"
Thankfully for Linda, Gemmell complied. However, he gave her little brown nipples a quick tweak on the way out.
"You know, if it weren't for nipples, boobs would be pointless," said Gemmell philosophically as Linda screamed blue murder and crossed her hands firmly over her considerable breasts. She tried to slap Gemmell but her aim was off and he was already retreating.
Linda grabbed her key, jammed it into the lock and opened the door to her apartment. She rushed inside but dropped her handbag in the process and tripped over it, landing hard on the floor of her apartment, boobs first.
She was concerned that her obnoxious neighbour would run in after her, but she needn't have worried. Gemmell was too busy laughing at her clumsiness to do anything further. Linda kicked the door to her apartment closed and stared at the door, trying to take in what had just happened.
"That crazy bastard! I should put him behind bars for this!"
Groaning she picked herself off the floor, made sure to lock the door, and threw down her handbag on the coffee table. Linda untied her long dark hair and made her way to her bedroom, disrobing as she walked. She went straight to the shower and washed her bad experience and difficult day away, trying her best not to think about Gemmell.
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After a restful nap and some tea, Linda was feeling nice and relaxed and was wondering when her husband Sam would come home when the doorbell rang. Perhaps he was home already! Linda hurriedly got up, went to the door, and opened it expectantly.
"It's time I tell you what people are saying behind your back. Nice ass, honeybuns!"
Linda squawked with anger like an enraged hen and slammed the door shut. Only, it didn't slam shut because her hand was on the doorframe and in the way. Linda howled while Gemmell calmly invited himself in.
Gemmell watched Linda jumping about cradling her hand, or more specifically he watched her boobs bouncing about in her tight little t-shirt that amusingly read "Whatever Sprinkles your Donuts".
"I'd like to sprinkle some chocolate and honey over those "donuts" as you call them. Is that what stupid girls like you call them these days?"
Linda spun around rubbing her hand and inadvertently gave him a nice view of that firm round butt encased in her tight shorts.
"Has anyone ever told you your ass is like a phone? Because I want to hit the Pound button all day long."
He followed this up with a quick slap on her lovely buns. Linda squealed and spun back around, but was still too busy nursing her hand to make any kind of comprehensible protest.
Finally Linda composed herself enough to growl at her annoying neighbour. "What do you want?"
"Oh, I'm here on serious apartment building business."
Linda was actually so surprised that she forgot to glare at him. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm here to make a complaint". Linda swallowed nervously. "My apartment is incredibly dirty and I suspect you of being responsible for dirtying it."
"W.. WHAT! I haven't dirtied your apartment! What sort of nonsense is this?"
"Don't you lie to me little missy. You're going to clean it up. On your hands and knees. Naked."
"Drop dead," Linda replied and followed it up with, "and get out of my apartment!"
"I have proof on my phone," accused Gemmell and whipped out his phone and held it out to her. Linda had poor eyesight and had to lean down to see what he was showing her. Gemmell played a raunchy porn video of a girl giving some hung stud a blowjob.
Linda looked up angrily. "What is this nonsense?"
"Oh it's just a little thing I thought you could do for me some time. Just wanted you to look down so I could check out those globes. Nice cleavage, Princess."
"Arrgh! Ok, that's it, get out of my apartment. NOW!"
"Make me, sugar plums."
For a moment Linda stared at Gemmell and the big man stared right back. They were like Yin and Yang, dark and light, polar opposites coming together, and this was war.
Linda leapt into action and raced towards the area where she had the best chance of success; her kitchen. The first thing that came to her hand was the cake she baked the previous day. Linda had slaved over this cake, but at that point she would sacrifice anything to win this battle against her nemesis. However, her anger and clumsiness got the better of her and she misjudged the weight of the cake as she picked it up to hurl it at Gemmell's head.
The cake was airborne and both Gemmell and Linda stared up at it, momentarily caught in watching its revolutions as it flipped over and over in the air. Then Linda's eyes widened in horror and Gemmell burst out laughing as the cake crashed down on Linda, icing, decorative flowers, and all.
Linda stared in shock at the ruined cake on the floor. The white icing covered her face and upper body. She took in a deep breath and screamed.
"You know, none of this would have happened if you simply took off your shorts and panties and let me have a bit of fun."
Linda screamed again with murder in her eyes and this time she picked up a more potent weapon. It was the pot of tea she had made earlier. Even Gemmell looked worried now.
However, just as she pulled her hand back to throw the teapot at him, a little bit of hot tea sloshed out of the spout and fell on her wrist. Linda automatically dropped the teapot and it bounced on her head and smashed to little pieces on the floor. The clumsy cutie found herself covered in hot tea.
Linda yelled, howled, screamed, and ran around like a mad hen, while Gemmell simply watched the show in amusement and laughed at the stooge.
She splashed water over herself, wiped herself frantically with tissues, and sprinted about in hope that she would somehow cool down.
"Like I said, if you had just taken your shorts and panties off like I told you, none of this would have happened. In fact, maybe I should just do that for you and save you more trouble."
Gemmell calmly sauntered over to the distressed damsel and tugged her shorts down and off her pretty legs. Linda had on some cute looking white panties with red polka dots underneath that caught Gemmell's fancy.
"I bet you're always trying to connect those dots aren't you. Off with the panties," he said and promptly shucked them down and off.
And there is was, the roundest, tightest ass he had ever seen.
"You must be from the ghetto, because I'm going to ghetto hold of that ass."
And ghetto hold of it he did, squeezing and bouncing her cheeks, getting them to jiggle for his entertainment.
Linda sputtered with rage as her bottom got itself worked over, she spun around to face Gemmell and kick him out of her apartment. On hindsight, she might have done differently as this exposed her completely shaved front to her rival.
Gemmell slapped his hand over her pussy, gave her tight slit a quick rub between the lips, and slapped her on the ass a few times before she bundled him out the door of her apartment and slammed it in his grinning face.
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"Oh, the nerve of that man," thought Linda to herself as she re-lived her encounter with her neighbour once she was done with her third shower of the day.
Thankfully, Linda's mood was improved when her husband finally returned. She did make doubly sure it was him before she opened her door and let him in. Sam was a good husband even though he was a bit naive and slow at times. That evening he had a plan to take her out and Linda simply loved going out with her man.
"I heard about this party in the neighbourhood that we could go to. I don't really know anyone who might be there, but it'll be fun. Let's go."
Linda was a bit skeptical about going to a party where she didn't know anyone, but it sounded like it would be a fun night with her husband so she quickly agreed.
Linda knew she looked good that night. Her black strappy wedge-heeled shoes added a few inches to her height and her little black knee-length dress was designed to make any red blooded male oogle her. Or course, it was her husband she really wanted to please and she could see that it was working. Sam could barely keep his eyes off her.
Linda smiled and flicked her dark hair over her shoulder as they arrived at the party. It was held in a rather large and expensive looking house owned by a politician in the area. However, the party was far from a classy affair and there were plenty of drunk young people grinding away to some trendy beat or other. There were a collection of older men as well, sipping their whiskeys and enjoying the sight of pretty young things, while their wives were away. It was really not her style, but parties in general were really not her style either. Linda decided to make the best of it and have a good time with her husband before dragging them both back home early to spend the rest of the night cuddled together in bed.
Linda avoided the bowl of punch and decided to pick up a glass of water instead when her day was once again interrupted by a dreaded voice.
