Jane's Lesbian Slavery - Fggggggg-F Fdom gdom ped nc bd sad - part 4
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Jane's Lesbian Slavery (part 4)
by Sarah - & her cute socks ;-) Story Codes: Fggggggg/F, Fdom, gdom,
ped, nc, bd, sad
Warning: The narrative deals with underage persons,if you find this
offensive, then please don't read it.
The following story is a purely fictional account. Any relationship to
any real person living or dead is absolutely coincidental. The narrative
deals with underage persons and the author in no way condones or promotes
such acts, this is a work of fiction.
---------------------------------------------------------- Summary:
Jane, a forty-nine year-old woman, takes in a younger female lodger, who
takes over her life. Jane becomes the young woman's slave, and eventually
the slave of the neighbour's young girls - eventually a host of other young
girls get in on the act, enjoying humiliating and degrading Jane.
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Part Four: Punishing Jane
Jane worked on her domestic chores. It was long and arduous, she could
only shuffle awkwardly around in her leg chains, and she had to lean
forward with her whole body to reach anything with the little freedom the
wrist chains allowed her. Miranda had purchased more expensive restraints
(with Jane's own money of course) that had a new feature. East wrist was
now chained separately to loops at the side of the waist belt, it gave the
slave the same degree of movement as the previous front loop, with one
difference: a quick pull on a tab at the rear of the belt and her wrists
would be instantly pulled tight to her sides and locked there. It gave
Miranda (or any of the little brats) excellent control over her.
Jane shuffled slowly along with the vacuum cleaner, noticing that the
front door was slightly open. Not that the woman could contemplate escape,
she wouldn't get far shuffling naked, chained and gagged into the street,
and anyway, she could hear Miranda's voice in the driveway. The blonde was
talking to Jenna's little sister; an arrogant, foot stamping, sulking,
tantrum throwing six-year-old girl called Amy. Jane had a worse history
with little Amy than she had with her nine year-old sister, the little girl
had hated her on sight (and the feeling had been mutual). Jane had met the
girl only a month ago at a barbeque her mother had thrown. The child had
been rude from the first, marching out onto the patio, pouting. Jane had
smiled at her pleasantly, trying to be friendly.
'What are you looking at?' the girl had said to her.
The girl's mother heard and gave Amy a telling off, and of course, the
child immediately blamed Jane. Later in the evening she had edged closer
to Jane, and said quietly: 'I'll get you for that, you see if I don't. You
are my worse enemy now an I'm gonna tell all my friends about you'. For
some reason the threat scared Jane. The girl was only six but Jane didn't
relish the idea of stones through her windows or scratches on her car, kids
nowadays were so unruly, and they all knew they could pretty much do what
they wanted without fear of punishment.
And now here was Jane... only a few feet from the evil little brat,
naked and in chains. The slave backed slowly away from the door, hoping
Miranda wouldn't notice. But Miranda did notice. Jane's owner noticed
everything, there were live-feed-webcams all around the house, and
Miranda's friends could tap into them any time they wanted to watch her.
It was a horrible feeling; she never knew what eyes were silently watching
her through those cameras. How many people were watching her now? The
slave heard the front door open, and Miranda came in.
`Not avoiding me are you slut?' Miranda said, grinning wickedly. Jane
shook her head. `Good! Because there's someone I want you to meet'. Jane
felt her heart skip a beat, it couldn't be, surely even Miranda would have
nothing to do with a six year old.
Amy walked calmly through the font door, closing it behind her. She
came and stood silently beside Jane's owner.
Miranda spoke, `Remember that glass you broke yesterday?' Jane nodded,
acutely aware that she could not hide her nakedness from the glowering eyes
of the six year-old. `Well, it made me realize that I'm way too busy to
keep thinking up punishments for you, especially as you are forever making
mistakes,' Jane swallowed hard, `so I have asked little Amy here to help
me. She said she could think up loads of ways to punish you. Didn't you
honey?' The child grinned wickedly and nodded her head. Jane just stared
in horror, this could not be happening.
Jane found herself in an unpleasantly familiar position, the one she had
been tied in on the kitchen table; except this time she was on Miranda's
old single bed, (Miranda had now evicted Jane and taken over her larger
room). The slave's wrists were locked to the headboard, her legs were
painfully raised so that her ankles were either side of her head, then
these too were locked to the headboard, and of course, she was quite naked.
The slave's owner and the six year-old brat Amy stood beside the bed.
`That okay?' Miranda said to the child.
`Yeah, cool... she looks sooo silly,' laughed little Amy. When Miranda
left the room the six year-old girl jumped up on the bed. She was
clutching a little pink bag, with a picture of Barbie on the side. The
child looked Jane in the eyes, `see,' she said, `I told you I was gonna get
you didn't I? Miranda says I can do all your punishments, an she says you
are like, naughty all the time, an she says I can make you pay for being
bad and stuff, an do whatever I like to you. How cool is that?' Amy
grinned and reached into the bag. She pulled out a tattered looking Barbie
doll. `This one was bad too, she fell off the shelf an smashed my glass
snow thing - so I'm gonna punish both of you'.
Jane glanced up at the webcam in the corner of the room, it was pointing
at the bed and a little red light winked on and off. The slave could
barely take in what was happening to her, and she wondered how many people
were watching her being turned into an oversized doll for a sadistic six
year-old. Amy placed the Barbie doll's head at the opening to the slave's
plucked vagina.
`Yuck, I bet she would hate to go in there,' Amy giggled. Jane shouted
into her gag, and pulled against her chains, suddenly realizing what the
girl intended to do. Amy pulled a baby-blue colored ruler from the bag,
and smacked Jane hard on the vagina with it. `Stop it!' she shouted, then
hit the slave some more, whack! whack! whack! Each stinging blow slapped
the slave's exposed vagina until Jane fell limp onto the bed. `Don't you
EVER try to do that again!' said the six year-old in a stern voice, `you
are MY toy now, an I can play wiv my toys any way I want. I make up what
games we play not you. You are just there so I can do stuff to you.
Nobody cares what you want'. Just to make sure the slave understood the
girl hit the helpless woman on the pussy twice more with the ruler. whack!
whack! `Now...' Amy said, positioning the doll at the slave's (now very
red) pussy lips, `in you go Barbie'. With that little Amy shoved the doll
deep into Jane's vagina, the slave jerked in shock and discomfort as the
plastic toy penetrated her.
Amy tried twisting the doll and pushing as hard as she could but she
couldn't get it to go in any further than the arms. So the wicked six
year-old stood up, lifting her little shoe, and stamped on the dolls
plastic feet until the toy disappeared into Jane's pussy. Then the brat
wriggled the toe of her shoe into the folds of skin around Jane's vagina,
and shoved the doll in deeper.
`There,' Amy said, sitting down cross-legged in front of her victim's
obscenely raised pussy, `now I can smack both of you together'. The child
lifted the baby-blue ruler and began thrashing away madly at Jane's exposed
genitals. Jane screamed into her gag of little girls socks and panties
(newly soiled pairs were generously donated each day by Miranda's little
tribe), but who would come? The bratty six year-old could do whatever she
wanted to her forty-nine year-old victim - for as long as she wanted.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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