They moved in quietly. I watched as they brought in their things, hoping they would be better neighbors than the last ones. They were the worst neighbors we had in a while and I really didn’t get along with them very well. The guy was always staring and trying to peep in the windows and his wife was constantly yelling and blaming everyone else for her husbands wandering eye. As these new guys (aged between 21 and 26) started settling in, I decided to introduce myself to them. I figured I’d start off on a good note and try to be friendly. They introduced themselves as Mike, Matt and Steve. Mike and Matt were brothers and Steve was just a friend of theirs. They were all going to college and didn’t want to live on campus.
We all got along great for the first couple months they lived there. Then they started changing and whenever they would see me they would get really hateful. I wasn’t sure what had caused this change, but I didn’t worry about it too much. Then one night I was sitting outside talking on the phone to a friend of mine and they were next door having a party. My friend said something that made me laugh and next thing I know they were outside yelling at me to shut the fuck up and calling me a bitch and many other names. I told them to never call me a bitch again and if it did happen again, I’d be sure to make their lives a living hell up there. They walked back into their house, slamming the door shut as they went back in.
I didn’t think about the incident for a few days and by the next week had completely forgotten about it. I should have kept it fresh in my mind. One morning I woke up and was unusually horny. I decided after everyone had left for the day that I would climb back into bed with one of my favorite toys and enjoy myself for a little while. I was on the verge of coming when I heard a door slam from somewhere within my house. I jumped out of bed to go see where the noise had come from. I did a halfhearted search and found nothing so I went back to my bedroom and finished what I had started. After I finished I got up and went to get my day started, trying to get everything done I needed to do early so that I could relax the rest of the day.
While I was washing my dishes I heard another noise. I at first thought it might have been my cat, but then I remembered letting her out earlier that morning. I once again went to investigate my house and once again found nothing. For the next hour, I kept hearing little noises here and there and was starting to get paranoid. I kept hearing these noises, but could never find what was causing them. The next time I heard a noise, I decided to ignore it. I figured it was just my imagination going wild. I sat down at my kitchen table to finish a cup of coffee and a cigarette when someone grabbed me from behind. A hand was immediately put across my mouth so I couldn’t make much noise. I tried to scream but the hand on my mouth clamped down harder. A blindfold was then put across my eyes and a gag put on my mouth. My hands were then pulled behind me and tied to the chair. My shorts and panties were pulled off before my legs were bound apart to the chair.
My thoughts were running wild on who was doing this to me. I could hear 2 people talking in my living room, but I couldn’t recognize the voices. I started squirming around trying to loosen my restraints and I felt a smack across my face. The person in the kitchen with me told me “Quit moving or this will be a lot worse on you than its already going to be.”