My BFF Is “TRAPPED!” In Our Wall
Fred is Fucking her Mind and Body . . . Again!
[WARNING — NON-CON THEMES AND D.I.Y. GONE BAD!]
I can’t tell you how much I hate odd numbered weeks. Ever since it happened, my brother and I have been trading rooms every Sunday. It’s only Tuesday and I’m already at my wits end.
“I’m hungry . . . I’m lonely . . . brush my hair . . . wanna play checkers?”
“Really Lindsay? Can’t you just shut the fuck up for even a minute? Maybe read a book or something?”
From the other side of the wall, we hear, “Here comes big guy!”
We both roll our eyes before Lindsay’s expression goes to that of depression.
“I’m real sorry about Fred. Eventually he should be able to go longer. Getting you all the way before he . . .”
She grunts and jerks twice. He grunts and unloads. She replies, “Just not this week. You would think being twenty-three, he could at least go that many seconds. Could you at least get him to use the lube? I’m getting really sore.”
I bang on the wall hard and scream, “Fred! Use the lube!”
Fred yells back, “Ok Sis! Sorry! I forgot!”
Lindsay asks, “Don’t you two ever talk in the hallway or maybe use texting? Vs screaming so loud the neighbors can hear?”
“Fred literally has fat finger syndrome. They’re just too large to hit one letter at a time.”
“Then why is his cock so damn small?”
“I’m not sure? The Doctor thought the umbilical got wrapped around his penis during some critical moments of his earliest development.”
From the other side of the wall, “Hey! You guys aren’t talking about the size of my cock again? Are you? Because that’s mean.”
Lindsay yells back, “It’s not all about your cock Fred!”
Fred’s voice travels through the wall again, “Ready for your daily spanking Lindsay? With your ass bent out like this, I know you want it!”
Looking at me, more depressed than ever, “Can’t you just change places with him earlier? Please don’t make me wait until Sunday . . . please!”
I explain, “We can’t switch early. That’s just the rules. I do promise you, when I’m in charge over there, I’ll wash and lotion everything. Plus lick you to some fantastic orgasms, even better than last week.”
{Smack!} “Bad Girl!” {Smack!} “Bad Lindsay!” {Smack!} “You know you want it!”
Giving her a nice long kiss and a promise, before leaving her to the mind torture that is my brother. I hand her my second set of my ear buds just before I leave, “Be sure to put these in next week, making sure he doesn’t see it. And if he’s stops talking and stares, just nod.”
Sunday morning and I start on my routine after switching rooms. Washing the bedding. Always number one. Opening the window. Picking up Fred’s laundry before fully cleaning up Lindsay’s backside. Another lipstick smiley face! Fuck!
“Fred! I told you to stop using lipstick on Lindsay’s ass! Dammit!”
From the other side, I can hear Lindsay begging, “Not sports Fred. Please for the love of everything holy, not sports!”
“Did you see that rebound Lindsay? Amazing! The crowd didn’t even know he had the ball before he turned! Blah blah blah, blah blah, blah . . .”
I do love Fred with all my heart, but my God, he knows how to torture your mind and body beyond what should be allowed. Feeling bad for Lindsay, after three months of this, I do my best to at least comfort her body.
Starting with a nice warm sponge bath, I clean every inch from her tiny waist, around her firm little ass, every side of her thighs, calves and feet. As she lifts one foot at a time, for me to wash, I can’t help but picture Lindsay as the nurse in that famous end of WWII pic. No idea why, but both it and her are sexy as hell.
Always finishing my washing routine between her thighs, causing her ass and thigh muscles to tighten and squirm. She knows what’s coming soon to this side of the wall. It’s for sure a chore on my part, but it’s the least I can do since she’s stuck like this after just trying to wallpaper my bedroom.
I never even asked her to help. I just showed her the pattern I wanted and she insisted on a surprise D.I.H. Do It Herself project while I was at work. The parts she’s not sticking through did turn out pretty good, so I shouldn’t complain.
It’s the unexplained and yet to be understood freak accident of the polymer forming an unbreakable bond between her and my wall. She couldn’t just use regular wallpaper paste. Noooo . . . had to try something fancy. Worst part is, as tight as it’s holding her; it’s still not fully keeping the wallpaper up.
Lindsay cries every time she notices the wallpaper coming loose. As irritating as her constant need for attention has become, I do still feel bad for her. That is why, today, I’m gonna make her cum harder and longer than ever.
With new bedding in place, the carpet vacuumed, the air refreshed and Lindsay’s nice ass all clean, its time to finally get to work on my most important project. Setting my phone’s mic to on, I put it on the shelf just above the other shelf that is Lindsay’s ass.
Now having no need to yell, anything I say will be heard clearly by Lindsay and will be none of Fred’s business. “You have got the nicest ass Lindsay. If you want me to caress it nice and slow, flex it for me.”
Her ass tightens up twice and the caressing starts. First, ever so lightly with just my fingertips across her smooth flesh. Slowly progressing firmer and firmer as she squirms and tightens even more at the attention. “That’s a very good girl Lindsay. Keep doing it.”
From the other side of the wall, I can hear Fred is on his feet, stomping around, recreating the rebound he’s been talking about for over two hours now. “Lindsay? Are you even paying attention to me?”
I remind her, “Nod Lindsay, nod.”
My hands are now working up and down her thighs, allowing the sides of my fingers to brush against her pussy every so often. I love her jerks from the pleasure every time I bump her sex.
“Oh baby . . . you’re going to have to wait. Remember . . . we have all day and all night. Actually, come to think of it Lindsay . . . we have all week.”
She tries to kick me, before putting her foot down in anger and sexual frustration. I do a quick full hand glide across her pussy as she pushes her crotch down and against my touch. “Oh no you don’t. I think for that, I’m going to make you wait even longer.”
Now one wouldn’t think it was possible to express such a wide range of emotions, wants and needs with just your naked ass and legs, but Lindsay’s lower half sign language skills continue to improve daily.
I reply, “Now don’t you go giving me that look little lady. I’m not the one who got myself stuck in your wall. The Doctors are adding more Specialists to their Team and won’t be back until next week some time. That means until then, your ass is mine.”
“Lindsay! Did you see that move? It’s that last second twist that fully made the play. He had four defenders heading at him at the same time. Lindsay?”
“Nod Lindsay, hurry up and nod.”
As Fred continues to recap his recap of the recap, I can hear Lindsay begging, “Stop . . . Oh My God! Please just stop.”
Fred isn’t stopping. Nor does he know her begging is actually directed at me, and not him. Either way, I still don’t think he’s about to stop. She’s begging me to stop, because I’m eating my dinner off her ass. It’s like such a perfect table height, plus, it’s not going anywhere.
She starts to tip and wiggle like crazy, which is fucking up me trying to cut my steak. Talking into my phone, so she can hear me with her buds, “Lindsay, you need to stop moving your ass or else.”
With that, she twists as far as possible to one side, causing my plate, silverware, napkin and drink to all fall to the floor. “Fuck!”
Using an extra stern voice into my phone, I say, “If you think that’s gonna speed up me getting to giving you a very much, undeserved orgasm, you’re sadly mistaken.”
Grabbing my cane, I start to tap it from the small of her back, across her ass and down the back of her thighs. I enjoy watching her tense up in fear of pain to come. She shakes her ass left and right, as to be shaking the word, “No.”
“Well maybe you should have just held still until I was done eating Lindsay. You know how much I spent on that steak?”
Instead of just caning her, I decide to truly up her punishment. Going into the hall and leaning back into what would normally be my room, I say, “Hey Fred! Lindsay was afraid to ask, but she’s wondering if you could play sports trivia with her all night long?”
Fred replies with a thumbs up. I give Lindsay a thumbs up. She replies to me with a double middle fingers up, before I head back to her backside, to compound her mental punishment with a real punishment.
{Whoosh!} {Smack!} Her ass jumps up! {Whoosh!} {Smack!} She tries moving to the right! {Whoosh!} {Smack!} Attempts to move to the left! In just under ten hits, she’s in panic mode and can’t get away!
Between the smacks, I can hear Fred, “What’s the exact size of a professional soccer ball? In centimeters? Come on Lindsay . . . you know this one.”
Oh God! That’s horrible! It’s truly too cruel, so I switch to extra light taps with the cane directly onto her clitoris. She squirms and wiggles with each tap. Quietly into my phone I tell her, “You’re lucky I love you so much.”
Putting down the cane, I switch to tonguing her pussy long and slow. Hands on her firm thighs as I hold my snack in place. Her flesh is still warm and twitching from her short but painful punishment.
With each touch, she flinches, expecting more pain . . . only to be gifted with even more pleasure. She’s quickly going onto her toes, in an attempt to get me better access as I slurp up her juices, which are better than my steak. Just don’t tell her that.
I’m sure my yum yum noises are making it to her ear buds, because her ass has switched from defense mode to much more of a happy dance. I was going to make her wait longer for this, but her being forced to wait is also a punishment to me.
One of my arms wraps tight around her thigh as the fingers from my other hand work their way to her G-spot. My tongue continues to chase her swollen clit, driving her crazy. She is starting to shake from the pleasure; building an orgasm she’s so needed since last week.
When it finally explodes, both her legs lift off the floor and I’m sure her hands and arms are going nuts. With my fingers deep inside, I stop moving my tongue. I just press it as hard against her vibrating clit as I can. I don’t need to move, because she can’t stop moving.
I comment into my phone, “Stop cumming you slut! Stop it right now!” Which makes Lindsay’s orgasms go into overdrive! “Stop Lindsay! Stop! You keep cuming and I’m going to spank you!”
Somehow, no matter how intense an orgasm can get, you can always push it even further. I let go of her thigh and switch to spanking her hard and fast! Her ass jiggles that perfect amount after each slap as both her hands are slapping the wall from the other side!
Fred raises his voice, “Don’t get so upset Lindsay! We have all night! I’m sure you won’t get every question wrong.”
After all my efforts, I’m sitting on the floor, back to the wall. Hugging one of her legs, head against her thigh and about to fall asleep. The mumblings from the other side continue from Fred’s deep voice. Really, that was too cruel to do to Lindsay, but I’ll make it up to her. We still have at least one more week before the removal Team returns with their newest plan.
Glancing at my phone, I see I have a missed call. I play it:
[Hi . . . This is the Removal Team. Not sure how to tell you this, but after tripling the size of our Team and weeks of research, we’ve determined that Lindsay can’t be removed from your wall without the fear of death. No idea how to tell her, so we hope you don’t mind, breaking the news.]
It takes me only a second, to realize, Lindsay still has my spare ear buds. I don’t need to tell her this, because she already knows. Heading over to the other side, I come in to see Fred, bending over and explaining, “See, even with a jockstrap on, the players can still crap.”
She turns to me with tears in her eyes. The wallpaper slowly releasing above Lindsay, has moved within arms reach, which she reaches up and pulls it down enough to cover her head.
I tell her, “I’m so sorry Lindsay. We can keep trying. I’m sure there has to be an answer.”
Lindsay replies, “I’m not crying because I’m sad. I’m crying because I’m just so happy. As long as you can keep doing to me what you did last night, I don’t mind being trapped.”
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