Free Neighbourhood Watch by Lisette Ashton Page A

The torture looked exquisitely arousing.
    Determined to know what was wrong, Max tore the mask from her face – and immediately understood why he had perceived a difference. He unfastened the ball-gag from her mouth, tossed it into a corner and said simply, ‘Hello, Aliceon.’
    ‘Max.’ She smiled weakly. ‘How are you?’
    ‘Puzzled,’ he admitted honestly. ‘I thought you were Megan.’
    ‘That happens a lot,’ Aliceon admitted. Garrulous by nature, she continued: ‘Because we’re twins people often mistake us for each other. I’ve had that happen so many times where people have come up to me, thinking I was Megan and saying, “Hi, Megan”, and I have to say, “I’m not Megan. I’m her twin sister Aliceon.”’
    Max said nothing.
    Aliceon’s smile turned conciliatory. Whatever torment she was suffering from the two stripes on her backside and the weight of the punishing clamps, she chose not to show her discomfort in her voice or her expression. It reminded Max that, aside from her propensity to talk too much, his wife’s twin shared a lot more with her sister than physical similarity. The two women had an identical appetite for pain and punishment.
    ‘Megan had an errand to run,’ Aliceon explained nonchalantly. ‘She asked me to take her place in the cellar this evening. She was the one who tied me up like this. We both know you like your women bound and helpless. Neither of us thought you would mind.’
    Max chewed thoughtfully on his lower lip. He didn’t particularly mind that Aliceon had replaced Megan for this evening’s escapade in the cellar. He appreciated the fact that his wife and her sister were equally happy to cater for his need to dominate and humiliate. On those occasions when he had been given the opportunity to punish both sisters simultaneously, Max had enjoyed some of the most memorable sex of his life. But he wasn’t comfortable with the idea that Megan and Aliceon had worked together to deceive him. The fact that Megan had tried to hide her absence suggested she was doing something of which he wouldn’t approve.
    ‘Where is she?’
    ‘I expect she’ll be back soon enough. She told me it would only take a couple of hours and –’
    ‘Where is she?’
    ‘And she was thinking of you and knowing you have a lot on your mind and didn’t want to trouble you by begging for permission or –’
    ‘WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?’
    As he roared the question Max slashed his crop against Aliceon’s exposed rear. His aim was true and the crop sliced against both ruddy cheeks. There was no artistry in it: he had only struck her to stop her prevaricating and elicit the answer he wanted.
    Aliceon gave a gasp of outraged surprise. Then, quickly, clearly anxious to avoid further punishment, she gasped, ‘Megan went to see a neighbour. She got a letter. She didn’t tell me which neighbour. She only said she was going over the road.’
    ‘Insurrection?’ he muttered. The word echoed like a hollow death knell in the blood-red nightmare of the cellar. He reached for his mobile phone and dialled a number.

Seven
    2 Cedar View
    THE TELEPHONE CHIRRUPED noisily in the background but Tanya Maxwell ignored its shrill call. She pressed her face against her front window and sneered.
    That dirty old bastard Tom was still ogling everyone on the View – and it looked as though this evening everyone on the View was giving him something to watch. His huge binoculars had done a complete circuit of the cul-de-sac from number three all the way round to her neighbours at number four. She watched the grizzled figure ease himself from her garden wall where he had been sitting and straighten his pants. From where she was standing it looked as if the dirty old bastard was sporting an erection. Her upper lip curled with disgust.
    Tom brushed at his pants and then took a glance at his own house. For a moment Tanya thought he was going to head back to his home and treat himself to a tin of catfood and a night in