"as Anna Anything"

It had become routine for Anna to open the door to the postman wearing only stockings and shoes. Today there was a cold wind and her nipples looked like they could cut glass.

"It's not for you today."

Anna glanced down at the parcel her middle-aged postman was holding out to her. It was addressed to Mr L Hawkley. The postman inclined his head towards the house over the road: the one belonging to the peeping tom neighbour she had been teasing. "It's for him over the road at number 16 - the retired guy who's always pottering around his garden. He's always in - but not today. Would you take it in for me?" Anna hesitated. She felt very nervous at the prospect of Mr Hawkley knocking at her door.

The postman saw her hesitation. "Oh go on, Mrs Jennings. Nobody else in the street is in and I don't want to have to take it back to the depot. It might be a good idea to put some clothes on before you open the door to the old guy, though. You wouldn't want him keeling over." He chuckled.

"Go on, then," Anna agreed.

"Any chance of a blowjob today, as you're being so accommodating?" he asked, winking, and then turned away to return to his van.

"Go on, then," she said again.

He turned back, his mouth open and eyes wide in astonishment. She opened the door wider and beckoned.

Five minutes later, Anna was on her knees on her hardwood hallway floor, smiling up at the postman around his dick. He was emitting little groans of pleasure and filming with his phone as she serviced him. On the one hand he couldn't wait to show the guys in the depot this beautiful woman sucking his cock; on the other he was nervous that, if he did so, he might lose his round. Several of the guys had shared photos and video of the bored housewives on their rounds, but none of them looked like Anna Jennings. He was erring on the side of regarding discretion as the better part of valour - as well as offering a greater possibility of a repeat. Her mouth was like a little taste of heaven, he thought, and began to pump semen down her throat. Anna swallowed, swiped the back of her hand over her mouth and gently returned his softening cock to his uniform trousers. She rose to her feet, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him thoroughly on the lips, her tongue sliding between them to explore the inside of his mouth. His cock twitched again but he was on the clock and knew he couldn't stay around. He briefly lowered his head to suck on her hard pink nipples before thanking her for having him and regretfully pulling away.

. . .

Raf was in the office today and unavailable to chat - one of the chief reasons why Anna had chosen to invite the postman inside. She scrolled nostalgically through her "Ask Anna Anything" forum thread, making coy or cheeky replies to a few of the many comments on the photos from her recent gangbang and becoming so turned on as she reviewed the photos herself that she had to break off to masturbate to orgasm.

She sent Raf a PM ready for him to pick up when he got home: "Just sucked the postman off in the hallway. So horny after our get together I just couldn't help myself. When will I see you again?"

She was about to log off when a new PM arrived.

BadNeighbor#16: Are you ready for me to collect my parcel now?

Anna re-read the message three times as her blood ran suddenly cold.

Bored&Horny: I'm sorry?

BadNeighbor#16: Don't play dumb with me, Anna. It's me at number 16. The one you've been exposing yourself to. I failed to answer the door to the postman and I know you took in my parcel. I must say I was unimpressed that your boyfriend saw fit not to include me in your little soirée - I had more right to be there than any of those guests, since it was me your husband asked to keep an eye on you when he isn't around.

Anna felt a wave of nausea. As she stared queasily at the screen more text appeared.

BadNeighbor#16: Haha. I thought you might not be aware of that, Anna. Elliott knows I'm always here and thought there might be times when you'd need someone to turn to in an emergency. Anyway, what matters is that I'm coming over right now.

Frantically, Anna scrolled back through the thread. Fucking hell, he'd been there since the very beginning but she hadn't noticed. The US spelling of 'neighbour' had thrown her completely off the track. This was a fucking catastrophe. He knew *everything* she'd done.

The doorbell rang and she flinched. Minutes passed as she sat, shaking, on the bed.The bell rang again, an impatient little tattoo.

Very slowly, she pulled on a ratty t shirt and joggers and crept down the stairs.

When she opened the door, he smiled at her, lasciviously. His teeth, she noticed, were discoloured and uneven and he smelled strongly of stale tobacco. She shoved the parcel into his chest and said, as firmly as she could, "I don't believe you. Now, stop fucking harassing me before I call the police." She went to close the door, but he had wedged his foot in the entrance way and it wouldn't close.

"Anna, really. The police? In your shoes I would be wondering whether all of the pornography I'd posted is strictly legal, and how I would feel it were shown to a jury in court."

She was pretty sure he was calling her bluff but she couldn't be entirely confident.

"Regardless," Hawkley continued, "I think you can say goodbye to your marriage, home and comfortable lifestyle when Elliott hears what you've done."

He held out his phone. The number at the top of the screen was Elliott's. The text said, "I'm going away again tomorrow till Sat. If you can just keep an eye out for Anna and let me know of any problems I'd really appreciate it. Cheers, Len, mate."

His smile grew wider as her eyes filled with tears.

"Little pig, little pig, let me in," he said, in an appropriately wolfish tone.

Trembling with fear, Anna stepped away from the door and Len Hawkley followed her inside, kicking it closed behind him.

. . .

Upstairs, he pulled her onto his lap and began to kiss her, heedless of the tears running down her face. She put her palms against his chest, seeking to push him away, but he caught her wrists in his hands and wrenched them behind her back.

"Normally I dislike cliche," he hissed, "but sometimes cliches are the perfect way to convey meaning. All I will say now is that the more unco-operative you are the harder you will make it on yourself. I am going to use your body in whichever ways please me, and you can give it to me - or I can take it by force. Imagine you are back in that hotel room and I am one of your guests. Utter compliance is all I ask."

He licked her cheek like an overenthusiastic Labrador, leaving a trail of his saliva where her tear tracks had been.

Anna - thinking of her life with Elliott and how close she had come to destroying it entirely - shrugged, defeated. "OK," she said, with a notable lack of enthusiasm, "Where do you want me?" and undressed in silence.

He pushed her back, spreadeagled on the bed and opened the wardrobe door. He quickly located Elliott's collection of work ties and pulled four off the hanger, using them to tie her wrists and ankles to the iron bedframe. Helpless, Anna had begun to cry again as he stripped off his clothes.

He straddled her limp body and began to suck and bite on her flat nipples until, against her will, they grew, darkened and stiffened. He stroked her cold cheek, picked up her iPad and logged her out of the forum before inputting his own details.

He stroked his rigid cock absent-mindedly and rested it on Anna's cheek to snap a photo of her pretty face with tragic, wet eyes. Then he opened a photo editing programme and added a black strip over her eyes. On Anna's thread, he posted the photo and typed: "You made a mistake not inviting me to your little party, ChocolateyGoodness. I could have followed your rules. Instead, I've had to invent my own."

Then he PMed Raf too.

BadNeighbor#16: I banged your whore girlfriend today. Pics to follow. At first she was reluctant and had to be . . . persuaded. Thanks for telling her to encourage me.

Satisfied, he shuffled up her body and said, "OK, pretty little pig, suck me off, and make it good."

Anna, sobbing, tried her best to bring him off quickly. His cock tasted stale and musty and his balls were wrinkly and shrivelled. She closed her eyes tight, struggling to suck, sob and breathe at the same time. Tears leaked from the corners of her closed eyelids as she slurped on the unwanted intruder. Hawkley was bent over her, his hands entwined in her blonde hair, thrusting into her throat and laughing when she gagged and spluttered. She knew he was getting close when his breath became ragged. Suddenly, he withdrew from her mouth, wrenched the knots around her wrists loose and pulled her upper body upright. He placed her palms on his fuzzy, rough-skinned buttocks and thrust even more brutally into her stretched mouth. Anna sucked and licked in a frenzy, desperate to finish this, and at last he snapped: "Hold it in your mouth!" and released a watery load of cum into her.

She struggled with the instinct to spit it out and avoid choking. Hawkley grasped a handful of her hair again and wrenched her head back sharply so her mouth fell open. He pointed the camera right at her face and snapped. He admired his photo for a second before putting a hand under her chin and the other on the crown of her head, prompting her to close her mouth. Then he held her nose and ordered, "Swallow." Obediently, crying harder, Anna did as she was bid and slumped back on her pillows.

He looked at her thoughtfully, assessing the degree of her capitulation. Clearly deciding she was still not quite broken, he retied her wrists before editing his picture and posting it to the thread.

BadNeighbor#16: Is there any more beautiful sight than a pretty but reluctant slut half your age gagging on a mouthful of your cum? Whose spunk is filling your belly now, Anna?

Anna closed her eyes and prayed silently that that was the end of her ordeal - at the same time, uncomfortably aware that any higher being was unlikely to be on her side.

Hawkley, knowing the layout of her house, which was exactly the same as his, went downstairs and returned bearing a tray of tea and biscuits. Anna turned her face away. "Come on, sweetheart," coaxed Hawkley. "I'm not done with you yet: not by a long way. You need to keep up your strength."

He released the bonds around her wrists again and waited as she rubbed at the red welts left by the ties and the feeling gradually returned to her numb hands. He passed her a mug of tea and she sipped sulkily.

"In time," Hawkley said, reasonably, "you will realise it is easier to relax and enjoy yourself. In future, I might not have to restrain you at all."

She stared at him in horror (in future?) and spat, "Enjoy myself? Like that's ever going to happen!"

He looked pointedly at her breasts and she followed his gaze. Her nipples were still red and hugely engorged. Then he ran a hand over her taut belly and slipped a finger between her legs. He held it up to her face so she could see the juices coating it. "Your body seems to disagree, little pig."

She stopped arguing.

By the time she had finished her drink and reluctantly eaten three biscuits, Hawkley's cock was beginning to stir again. He saw her looking and laughed, abruptly jabbing her in the sternum with the heel of his hand to force her to lie down. He turned her onto her belly, her legs still tied so her body twisted uncomfortably, before re-tying her wrists and then releasing and re-securing her ankles. He propped pillows beneath her hips, caressing her smooth, firm buttocks, pulling them apart and running his tongue from her perineum to her coccyx, dipping into and circling her anus as she went.

Anna whimpered.

"Fortunately for your boyfriend," Hawkley said, conversationally, "I am not an arse man. I thought when I saw yours I might be tempted to take it, if only to ruin it for him, but pretty though it is it really doesn't interest me."

He climbed between her legs and held onto her elevated hips. Then, without warning, he rammed his cock balls-deep into her pussy. Anna shrieked and writhed. He held her still and gave a series of almost imperceptible little thrusts, pulling out by only a centimetre and grinding against her. He reached below her to cup her hanging breasts in his cold, liver-spotted hands. Then he eased his dick out of her passage until only his glans remained inside her, stilled as she panted beneath him, and slammed back into her again. This motion he repeated again and again. Anna was no longer squealing, but grinding back against him. He picked up his phone and began to film.

"You like that, don't you, little pig?" he crooned.

She made no reply, so he slapped her left buttock with a stinging crack. She yelped but continued to grind her hips against him.

"Well, little pig?"

Anna cried out, "I'm cumming!" Her body went rigid and she was unmoving for several seconds before collapsing onto the bed, gasping and panting, as he continued to piston into her. She thrashed and wriggled, her clit on fire, trying to get free but his weight held her down as he thrust four more times and then cried out in his own orgasm. He flopped heavily onto her, muffling her whimpers, and was quite still.

. . .

Eventually, Hawkly's flaccid cock slipped from Anna's slippery vagina and flopped wetly onto her thigh. He rolled away from her and began softly to stroke her sweat-matted hair.

"You enjoyed that, little pig," he said, with satisfaction.

Anna was silent.

He untied her wrists and ankles and rolled her unresponsive body onto its back. Her chest, cheeks and belly were stippled with a scarlet, post-coital rash. Her makeup was streaking her face. Her hair was in rats' tails. She was a mess. He took some shots for personal masturbatory use before parting her legs and pushing her knees up towards the headboard. He focused the camera on her puffy red labia and then with some difficulty inserted a forefinger into her pussy. As he withdrew it, a large glob of spunk oozed from her. He laughed and snapped.

BadNeighbor#16: Her swollen pussy after I ploughed her.

. . .

While he had been pleased by her climax, Hawkley was paradoxically unsatisfied. He wanted to see her beg. Her response showed that in time she probably would beg him to fuck her, but that wasn't going to happen today. He would have to settle for her begging him to stop.

"Where do you keep your sex toys?" he demanded.

"In the walk-in closet," Anna mumbled sleepily.

Once again, Hawkley tethered her and strolled naked across the room. He located the box without difficulty and withdrew the bottle of lubricant Raf had sent her. By the time he returned to the bedroom he was already slathering it over his fingers, wrist and forearm to his elbow. Anna stared and he got what he had longed for. She began to beg. "No, no, you can't mean to . . . No, please, please don't . . ." She pulled at her restraints, bucking, sobbing and thrashing, but he excelled at knots and her bindings just grew tighter.

She lay back, catching her breath, scalding tears coursing down her face, and he poured more lubricant between her legs. "No," she sobbed. "Please, Mr Hawkley -"

He put his face close to hers and said softly, "Relax."

He moved between her legs again as she continued to wrench at her bonds and held her down with a heavy hand on her solar plexus. Gently, he slid an exploratory forefinger into her swollen pussy and poked around inside her, searching for her G spot. She gasped as he pumped the finger in and out of her. He leaned forward and kissed her contorted mouth. "Here we go little pig." A second finger joined the first and her natural juices flowed over his wrist. Then he introduced a third and a fourth. He wriggled them inside her, stretching out her tight vaginal walls and she began to cry in earnest, her words now an incoherent babble as she implored him not to destroy her cunt. This time, as he withdrew his hand he bunched his fingertips together, tucked in his thumb and began very slowly to force his hand into her.

Anna emitted a high-pitched, unearthly wail. He pulled his hand out angrily, with a good deal less care than he had inserted it. He slapped her wet face and shouted, "Do you want the neighbours to hear?"

He grabbed a fifth tie from Anna's husband's collection and forced it into her mouth.

Her wide eyes were swimming with tears. In exasperation, he reached for one more tie and blindfolded her. He stood back and admired the sight: his pretty, slutty neighbour tied, gagged, blindfold, terrified and completely at his mercy. He squirted more lubricant over his hand and arm and her unwelcoming cunt and resumed his rape of her.

Her hips bucked but she couldn't evade him and his hand gradually disappeared inside her. He was reminded of veterinary TV shows and giggled. He snapped a photo of Anna's body impaled on his fist and pushed further inside her until her pelvis could open up no more.

Sadistically, he began to spread his fingers inside her. Even around the fabric in her mouth he could discern her ear splitting scream as her vaginal walls pushed back against him and he persisted. He pulsed his fist inside for a further minute when she suddenly went silent and limp. She had lost consciousness.

It was no easy matter withdrawing his hand. Her pussy was in spasm, clenched tight on his wrist, and he thought he felt the tearing of tissue as he wrenched his fist out of her. He photographed her limp body and PMed this photo and the previous one to Raf: "Fisting the bitch."

He carefully soaped his arm, switched on the shower full blast and dragged Anna's inert body through to the bathroom, bundling her into the shower cubicle. She came to life again below the jet of water, spluttering and coughing. He lifted her out again, wrapped her in a towel and dumped her on her bed.

"See you tomorrow, little pig," he said as he dressed.