"Wake up, Bitch."
Those were the first words heard by Natasha as she came to. Groggily, the busty brunette woke to find herself lying on her back bound spread eagle out on a bed. There were a few things she was aware of. First, there was a hard, plastic object in her mouth holding it open causing her jaw to ache. Second, there was a large object moving around in her moist cunt. Third, there were clamps digging painfully into her nipples. She whimpers pitifully as she looks around for the sound of the voice that woke her.
To her surprise Angel, the African American woman who lived next door, was standing at the edge of the bed in full dominatrix gear. Her full curves were accented by the leather outfit and she stood even taller than her usual 5'10" stance in elegant heeled boots. She wore a mask that covered most of her features and in one hand she held a riding crop. In the other a remote control-like device.
Natasha mumbled through her gag in confusion and then suddenly she remembers the events of the last few weeks. Angel and the young girl had never gotten along since her and her typical rich, white family moved in next door. It started a year ago when the then seventeen year old girl had taken short cuts through the elder bachelorette's backyard to get to the bus stop a street over and continued on to a shouting match in the street the other night hours before Natasha was abducted. Natasha recalls yelling everything possible, including racial slurs at the other woman and then storming off back inside. Her parents were away on a vacation and the girl elected to remain at home to study for her finals just before graduation. The cause of the argument had been Natasha wanting to study in peace, but the woman next door wouldn't turn down the music or tell her 'guests' to keep it down. She went back inside and realizing that nothing would get done she went to her room and attempted to get some sleep.