Dick and Jane 

Chapter 4

By pylades



That night Jane's frustration mounted when she remembered Kevin was going to be late again. When he finally dragged in around 10:00 he was in no mood for action. Jane was insanely horny from the last few days she had spent with Frances. She had been kept on edge from the constant teasing and only allowed release once in all that time. Her edginess was showing and she snapped at Kevin, who didn't appear to notice. He went to bed early saying he was exhausted, leaving Jane to sit on the toilet and play with her clitty.
Suddenly she heard Frances' voice in her head, "If you get yourself off. I will know. Remember how I knew about the panties." She stopped diddling herself and went to bed, spooning herself against Kevin trying to entice him to wake up and take her, but it failed.
The next morning Jane was like a caged animal. She absentmindedly did her chores, but all she wanted was to hear the phone ring, to hear Frances tell her to come over. She couldn't look at normal appliances without thinking of their alternative uses. Could the broomstick fit in her pussy, she could dust with the feather duster lodged someplace. Finally at 10:30 she called Frances but there was no answer. She looked at the wooden spoon on the counter and thought of it crashing down on one of her asscheeks, then the handle being rammed up her ass.
What was coming over her? What had Frances unleashed? Jane thought for a moment that she may have scared Frances away the way she scared Kevin at times. Maybe she didn't want to see Jane again. At 11:30 she called Frances again but there was still no answer. Frustration mounted as she continued with her chores. As she vacuumed she placed the vibrating handle against her lips and almost came from the contact. 
After noon, she decided to go for a short walk around the block. Claire was home, Ms. Stanton, Frances' car was there. She thought of ringing the bell, but decided against it. As she was walking back to her house she looked between the yards. She could have sworn she saw Kevin's car or one like it rolling down the other street. Couldn't be.
She went in the kitchen to make some lunch. Standing at the sink, she could see the new neighbor, Keisha, walking across her yard. Keisha was wearing a thong bikini and every curve and muscle gleamed in the sunlight. Jane was so rapt up in Keisha that it didn't register when she saw her open the gate and come into Jane's yard. Suddenly she heard the pounding on the door and jumped to get it.
She opened the door and began to drink in the ebony beauty before her but it was short lived. Keisha grabbed her hair, guiding her to her knees.
"Frances said I could use your pool, bitch," she turned Jane's neck at an awkward angle. "but I thought I would feed you first." She pulled the thong away from her pussy lips. "Here's your lunch, bitch," she plopped her pussy down on the frightened girl's face. "A little creampie and when you finish that something really sweet for dessert." She laughed as she brought all her weight down on Jane's outstretched neck. Jane could do nothing but begin licking the copious male sperm flowing out of Keisha's cunt. Keisha kept her at it for a full twenty minutes, not satisfied until she had come a second time. She enjoyed the second one so much she just used Jane's face as a fuck device sliding her crack over and over Jane's nose and chin. Finally with a wail, she let the girl go sending her sprawling onto the floor.
"You are one good cuntlicker," Keisha wiped the sweat away. "That's for damn sure." She stuck her big toe into Jane's cuntlips and pulled it out. "And girl you're all wet." She offered the toe to Jane who licked her juices off of it. "Frances said no later than 1:30, so you better hightail it," Keisha walked outside then dove in Jane's pool. "I can't wait to get that tongue of yours right up my shithole." Jane was laying, but from her position she saw the clock turn 1:30. She bolted up and ran to Frances' house. Jane got to the sliding door and saw Frances arms folded glaring at her. Her six-foot frame was imposing as she looked down at Jane and Jane sensing this lowered her eyes and her body to its knees. She waited.
Finally the door slide open and Frances stood to the right of it. "Strip." Jane rose and began taking her clothes off. As she got to her panties, Frances grabbed her arm immediately. "What's this?" Frances ran a finger across the edge of Jane's lips. She grabbed her hair and sniffed her face. "What have you been up to little janey? Fucking the neighborhood again. You know, when your dickie was doing it he was only pretending, but with me it will be the real deal." She jammed the finger into Jane's mouth making her gag from the force. "So I ask again what is it?"
"I'm sorry Frances." A slap across the face.
"Mistress."
"I'm sorry mistress," Jane was close to tears. "Keisha came by and forced herself upon me."
"Turn around and spread em," Jane quickly complied. She felt two fingers rammed up her cunt. "You say you were forced," the fingers pulled out then rammed back in, causing a squeal to escape Jane. "But by the feel of this pussy, I would have to say that you enjoyed it immensely."
"Please."
"Please what my pet."
"Please make me come."
"Do you think you deserve to come, my pet," the fingers were quickly removed only to be jammed up the girl's asshole, causing a muted scream. "Since we met you haven't done anything that I have asked of you without some form of fuck up."
Frances duck walked Jane out to the kitchen using the fingers up her ass to steer her. "Do you see this floor?" she glared at Jane. "Yes, mistress." "What was the last thing I said to you before I went upstairs yesterday."
"You said to clean up the mess."
"Do you call this clean?"
"I wiped up the floor..."
"Do you call this clean?" Frances kicked Jane in the crotch sending her reeling to the floor. Frances squatted down to her level and grabbed her hair, guiding it to a spot. "What is that?"
"I don't know" Frances rubbed her face in it.
"Get out that little pig tongue of yours and taste it." She held Jane's face there until she saw the pink of a tongue emerge. "Now what is it?"
"Urine."
"So you didn't clean the floor as I asked of you?"
"No maam"
"You will now," she handed Jane a plastic bottle of mop and glo. ""Get some on your hands, that's it all over. Now rub it on your tits, all over good get them covered." With her foot she pushed Jane flat on the linoleum. "Okay, little piggy now its time to mop up the floor. Use your tits, that's it rub them along the stinky floor." Frances grabbed a riding crop off the counter as Jane began to cry. "Quit your fucking crying. I'm going to teach you how to properly mop a floor." The crop came down. "You fucking cunt you missed a spot." The crop came down again. Jane wiggled on the floor wiping the linoleum with her tits as Frances yelled admonishments at her and beat her mercilessly with the crop. Jane couldn't decide when the orgasm came but it made her entire body contract then go into convulsions it was so powerful.

When Jane finished with the kitchen, her body was burning all over. Her face was scratched from Keisha's kinky pussy hair, her tits burned from the cleaning solution and her nipples from the continuous rubbing along the linoleum. Her ass was burning from the riding crop wielded by Frances, who began flailing her when she realized she had orgasmed. And her pussy burned from the rough toe of France's shoe that jammed itself up her as she screamed in convulsions. But she had never felt more satisfied in her life, the degradation of being used as a cleaning implement was more than she could take. She didn't even feel pain as Frances grabbed her by the hair and literally dragged her over her knee at the dining table. Barely registered the effect of the wooden spoon that was leaving pock like bruises all along her flank.
"Thank you, mistress...thank you mistress," she cried as she accepted the pain.
"You filthy fucking cunt," she flailed wildly, "I can't believe you just made another puddle in my kitchen. You sick bitch this is where I eat." Frances suddenly realized that Jane was pushing up to meet the strokes, moaning as the wood made contact. "I can't believe you're getting off on this." She tossed the girl off her legs onto the floor, got up and grabbed some paper towels. "Clean up this fucking mess," she threw them at her. "No like before, I want to see those tits wiping up the mess you made." Seeing Jane wiping the floor using just her boobs with her ass up in the air was just too tempting and while Jane undulated on the floor Frances beat her pussy with the wooden spoon. "Next time I'll have you cleaning up with just your tongue." She slapped the spoon against Jane's cuntlips again and again eliciting a squeal each time. Finally bored with this arrangement, Frances unceremoniously rammed the handle of the wooden spoon up Jane's asshole, "Hold that as you sit in the corner and contemplate your actions." Jane felt at first that the spoon may have ruptured something as the pain was excruciating, but she waddled into the corner and stood with her glowing rear facing the table.
Frances spent the next half hour paying bills and ignoring the crying girl in the corner. After several more minutes she called out.
"Come here, slave," Jane immediately crawled to her, nuzzling against her thigh. "You are my little slave, aren't you," Frances ran a finger along the girl's jawline. "I could do anything I wanted to you right now and you wouldn't protest at all would you?"
"No mistress."
"You do want to become the perfect slave for Miss Frances don't you?"
"Yes, mistress."
Frances ran her finger down the girl's neck, caressing the backbone down to her cheeks. "And the perfect slave always anticipates her mistress, doesn't she."
"Yes. Mistress."
Frances wrapped her fingers around the spoon, then wickedly ripped it out of Jane's asshole. "Then what the hell is this?" she poked the handle in Jane's nostril. "Sniff it," she twisted it in, "Sniff it and tell me if my slave's ass is a clean ass."
"No, mistress."
"Open," she prodded the handle against Jane's lips. "You will be ready for me bright and early tomorrow. I said open." She pushed the handle past Jane's lips. "That smelly cunt of yours better be clean and that nasty shitter better be clean too." She pushed further causing Jane to gag. "Now lick the filth off of this spoon, that's it suck it like a cock. Get all the shit off of it." She pushed again. "If I smell anything on this spoon when I pull it out, it's going all the way up your ass the next time." Jane began slobbering over it then. Licking every inch using her teeth, anything so that it did not find its way back where it had been.
