Dick and Jane

By Pylades

Pylades@hotmail.com


Chapter 3


That next morning Jane woke from a fitful sleep. Visions of her naked on all fours in front of all those prominent women permeated her dreams. Kevin had called that he wouldn't be home till late and she wandered around like a zombie all night fixing dinner, leaving his in the oven. When he got home all he wanted to do was eat and go to sleep. 
Her pussy juice was literally dripping down her thigh and every nerve in her body screamed for release. Keisha had been right the real torture was not allowing her to cum. She took a cold shower, but even as the chill cooled down her body her fingers crept down to her furry patch to scratch the itch. She tried to think of other things, but her need kept creeping back in her mind.
Kevin was ready in a half hour and was surprised to see her up already and fixing breakfast. Over breakfast they found little to talk about, both of them appeared to have other things on their minds. Kevin had his work; she had her need.
"I'll be working late again this night and probably all week until we complete this project." He bit into the toast.
"How late?" she barely looked him in the eye.
"I don't really know," he put down the paper, "but when this is over maybe we'll have a holiday, get away for a few days."
"You've been putting in so many hours lately," Jane sniffled, "but I guess that's what you have to do." She couldn't tell if Kevin flinched just a bit.
"It could be a few weeks," he reached for her hand. "How are you holding up? You no?"
"Oh, I'm fine," she squeezed back. "I just miss you."
"Well, once this deal is through," he smiled, "we'll do a little something about that too."

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Jane's hands shook as she answered the phone.
"Has Dick left yet?"
"Kevin just left for work." Jane's sassed back.
"Good," Frances stretched in her bed, "be over here in five minutes."
"Lookit, Frances," Jane toyed with the jelly, "we can't continue. I have to be strong."
"Oh and Janey," a hint of humor, "don't forget my panties. I think you've had sufficient time to sniff them to your little hearts content."
Jane blushed and hung up the phone. She paced in the kitchen telling herself that she wouldn't go over there. That she wouldn't be treated like that or put up with it anymore, but even as she chastised herself she made her way to the bathroom and dug the panties out of the bottom of the hamper. She told herself they would talk over coffee as she slipped on a summer dress not even bothering with panties or a bra.
Frances was waiting for her at the door.
"Get in here." She yanked on Jane's arm.
"Frances. I don't..." the backhand across her face sent her down like a sack of potatoes. "Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me that way?"
"Frances."
"Strip you little slut." Frances dangled the dog collar in her hand.
"But Frances."
Frances grabbed Jane by the hair pulling hard. "See this," she dangled the collar, "and see this." She thrust her pubes into Jane's face jamming her head into the door. "This means you're my bitch,' she humped Jane's face, "and being my bitch means that this is your world."
"Why are you doing this?" Jane began crying.
"Because this is what you crave," Frances reached down and grabbed Jane's tuff of crotch hair. "See. You're wet already getting off on my abuse. You can't deny what you are."
Jane was openly crying. "Now go into the bathroom and fix yourself up."
Jane knew she was right, she could feel; her lips swell, feel the secretions once again, and she knew her place. Broken she got up and went to the bathroom.
"And strip before you come out."
Jane rinsed her face and composed herself.  The old feeling began welling up inside. She quietly stripped her dress of and went back out to meet her nightmare.
"Crawl over here on all fours," just like her dream. Frances stood her legs apart, an imposing figure from hands and knees. When Jane reached her, Frances grabbed her hair back and locked the collar around her throat, then attached a leash. "Come with me." Frances led her around the house by the leash, adding to her humiliation by pointing out things that were not cleaned properly or out of place.  She led her to the couch, shoving her face into the cushion and rubbed her nose in a lightly discolored spot.
"Is that the stain you made on my couch yesterday?" Frances shoved harder. "Well is it? C'mon sniff it and tell me if that is your cunt. Or could it be Ms Stanton's cunt, she was watching you spread your legs like a common whore. Could Ms Stanton have squirted on my couch watching your wanton display?"
Jane felt the bare hand land squarely on her ass, then again, and the fire blazed straight to her pussy.
"Get that tongue out and taste it." Another rain of blows. "Is that your pussy juice or not? Do you even know what your pussy tastes like?" She jammed two fingers up Jane's cunt, pulled them out then jammed them in again. Jane spread her legs wider, just once more but it was not to come, instead Frances yanked on the leash pulling Jane's head up and jammed the two fingers in her mouth. Jane was back in the zone, her butt on fire, her pussy drooling, she would let this woman do anything she wanted with her if she would just allow her to come. She sucked greedily on the fingers, tasting a different tang than the couch.  "Well, is it your pussy or not?"
"No mistress," Jane lunged for the fingers, "It's not your slut's juices on the couch." Frances stopped momentarily setback, then chuckled.
"I guess Ms Stanton enjoyed your little show," she hugged Jane to her bosom. "That's my pet," she stroked Jane's hair, "calm yourself down. Now we can begin having a little bit of fun."

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The fun began with Jane nursing on Frances' tits. She licked every inch of the mammaries, suckling on the nipples, marveling at the texture and bouyancy of the orbs offered to her. Frances stroked her hair as she ministrated to her task. Both women's breathing was becoming heavier and the room was filled with their combined scents. Jane felt at home within the cleavage, felt her place and her pussy juices maddeningly trickled down her thigh, but every time she tried to snake her hand down Frances would grab her wrist and place it on her boobs. She would squeeze and lick gently, the need in her welling up.
"Please", Jane choked.
"Please what dear?" Frances brushed a strand of hair away.
"Please, mistress," Jane blushed at the sound, undulated at it. "I did what you told me. I haven't come like you said, but now I really have to come."
"What are you trying to tell me you little slut. You wish to come before your mistress," Frances grabbed her hair back. "You're going to have to learn that your needs no longer matter."
"I'm sorry," Jane cried. "But if I could just come once. I'll do anything after that, anything."
"That's hardly a bargaining tool," she smirked, "You'll do anything I say now. I was going to give you a sensuous spanking. One that would have turned you inside out, but now," she stood straight up sending Jane reeling, "you've ruined the mood. You stay right there and don't you dare touch that cunt of yours." Frances paced out of the room, returning a moment later with some leather straps. "Sit straight up, slut," she made a loop around one of Jane's breasts, pulling tight and digging the leather into her flesh, then looped the other breast so that Jane's tits stood out prominently from her chest. She then grabbed both of Jane's arms holding them parallel behind her back and proceeded to wrap leather around both arms, jutting Jane's tits out even farther. She then took the loose strand from Jane's arms and pulled tightly catching the leather in her asscleft and circling around across her clit, then tied it off on the thin strand separating her breasts.
Jane felt the leather bite into her clitoris and stretched to create a friction, causing her arms to be pulled back and her breasts to be pulled down. "Don't you dare come!" Frances began lashing Jane's breasts with the remaining strands just hard enough to make stinging sensations all over her tits. "If you come I'm going to take that," she pointed to a broom in the hallway, "and shove it up your ass until it is saturated in your blood." But Jane was too far gone to heed the warning. She began humping the excruciating leather thong like an animal. Frances grew a little alarmed at the action, expecting it to curb her orgasm not bring one on. She hurried to her office and came back with what she needed. She took Jane's nipple and clamped the metal clips to her nipples, bringing a cry from Jane, but not an end to the humping. She must be rubbing her pussy raw, Frances thought.
She began slapping her in the face, but that did not deter Jane. Finally she had to resort to cutting the chord with a pair of scissors. "Noooo," Jane convulsed, so close to the point of no return. A few more slaps on cheeks wet with tears.
"So you're a little pain slut as well," Frances pulled the leather out of Jane's asscrack, while Jane humped empty air. "That will allow us to have even more fun than I had originally planed.
"Please," Jane cried.
"Not this again," Frances towered over the pitiful form. "There's only one way to shut you up." She straddled Jane's head then plopped her pussy right down on the upturned face. "I already told you, mistress's needs first, now lick you lezzie cuntsucker." With that Frances began riding Jane's face, but Jane was up to the challenge, rabidly attacking Frances' cunt, shaking her face against the lips, nudging the clit with her nose, lapping her asshole. Frances began coming almost instantaneously, gushing out her orgasm into Jane's willing mouth. Then another orgasm grabbed hold that Jane immediately guzzled. Frances had never been on a ride so wild.
By her fourth orgasm, Frances was becoming weak in the knees and by the fifth she collapsed onto the carpet pinning Jane's head underneath her. Jane had begun a mantra licking sucking and shouting please, but that was drowned out as Frances dropped all her weight on the girl's face. Frances did not know what was happening at this point, whether she was coming or peeing or both as multiple orgasms rocked through her body. Jane's breathing had stopped but not her darting tongue and suction of France's pussy lips. As the threat of asphyxiation became real, Jane had a mini orgasm, then another and just as she felt the eruption coming Frances fell off of her as if she had been shot. The frustration mounted for Jane, lying there with her tits tied, nipples clamped, her arms useless and Frances still lying on her upper torso apparently passed out. Her need grew.
Jane waited excruciating minutes until she finally heard Frances moan, then her body shifted, an arm draped her head then a tongue licked her ear, then the raspy voice, "My god, girl. Where did you learn to eat pussy," another lick of her ear and her passion mounted once again. "Please!"
"Not until you tell me a story," the clamps were removed from her nipples sending a painful burst of blood to her nibs, "where on earth did you learn to do that?" Fingers replaced the clamps feathering across her erect nubbins. "Aagh"
"Tell me," fingers were replaced by her tongue, swiping her erasers and sending shockwaves to her clitoris.
"When I was twelve we had a girl's club in our neighborhood," Frances began sucking a nipple, "We had our own clubhouse in the woods and us eight girls would go there after school and talk about girl stuff." Frances began on the other nipple. "The only reason I was allowed was because of my best friend, Shelley, who was very popular." "Go on."
"Every once in a while we would all spend the night in the clubhouse and one night we got hold of some Boone's Farm. Well. The drunker we got the hornier we got, until we decided to play strip poker." Frances was going back from one nipple to the other; Jane suddenly felt fingers lightly brushing her bush. "We were drunk and giggling and I noticed the more clothes that came off the hornier I was getting. Not from the booze, but from the girls. Shelley was so beautiful and she lost and had to remove her bra, well, she did and there she was sitting across from me in just her panties and I couldn't...please a little harder."
"Shush now and tell mommy all about it," Frances began moving her fingers at the bottom of Jane's pussy, keeping well away from her clit.
"I couldn't concentrate on the game and I lost all the way down to my panties and when I took them off everyone could see they were drenched and let out a big oooh." Jane felt a finger lightly prodding. "Karen was a mean girl and the leader and she said I didn't know we had a queer among us. I looked at Shelley, but she was kind of glaring at me too. I couldn't help it the juice was running down my leg and the more humiliated I felt the more juice came out." Jane felt the finger enter her very slowly. "Well, a couple of other girls lost their panties and Karen made all of us continue to play, even Shelley and I tried my best not to look but her pussy was so beautiful. Karen was still calling me queer, Hey queer quite looking at Shelley, like I said, she was mean. Then one of the girls who was naked lost and Shelley was dealing so Karen told Shelley to make the girl Brenda do something. So Shelley tells her she has to run outside around the clubhouse naked." Frances' finger snaked the final inch up her hole. "So later I lose and Karen says since I have such the hots for Shelley maybe I should eat her twat. Shelley went livid and got in Karen's face and I was so horny the next thing I know I crawled up behind Shelley and stuck my face between her cheeks and began kissing her. Karen grabbed her and I began eating her out like crazy and all the girl's started cheering and suddenly I feel Shelley tense up and gush out her juices and I'm drinking like a demon. The girls are all loud and Karen lets Shelley go and she wheels around." A second finger entered Jane's fuckhole. "Go on, you've gotten me so hot," her tongue licked Jane's ear again, while she fingerfucked the girl very slowly. "I may have to have you eat me out again." Jane squealed as she continued, "The way she looks at me breaks my heart then she hauls off and slaps me across the face. It was the first time I ever orgasmed. Please faster." "Not until you finish," the fingers kept their meticulous beat.
"She ran out right after she slapped me and never came back to the clubhouse. Karen grabbed me by the hair and said my turn you little queer. She threw me on my back and straddled my face and told me to eat her. I heard the others crying me too, then my legs were pulled up and someone was slapping my bum, then my tits. Karen finished her ride and then another girl got on humping my face and then another, fingers started poking my holes. After I ate them one girl had to pee then Karen said pee on the little whore and they all started peeing on me. And I came and came, then someone shoved a bottle up my cunt and I came again. Please, please, harder." Jane began to hump on Frances' fingers, which were immediately removed. "Not until you finish you lezzie whore slut."
"After that I became the neighborhood toy. Girls invited me over to spend the night, but usually to suck them off. Oh please, please finish me off."
"Not until you finish," Jane felt the fingers ram up her chute then withdraw.
"Some of the mothers found out and decided to teach me a lesson. They met at Karen's mothers' house with the idea of punishing me. They held me down and spanked me. Karen's mother was the first to notice that I was wet and after the others were through thrashing me, she took a leather belt and whipped me until I came, then she gave me lessons in how to eat pussy, time after time. Sometimes some of the other moms would sleep with me when I went to their daughters. Oh please, please, that's all of it please let me come I need it so bad."
"Okay, my little fucktoy," she brushed a lock of Jane's hair, "but we do it my way. Turn around up on all fours, back straight, stick your ass out farther." Slap. Slap. "Do I have to tell you everything."
Frances grabbed a handful of hair pulling back, then jammed two fingers up Jane's pussy, then worked her thumb in her asshole. She grabbed hold of Jane like a bowling ball lifting her by her groin.
"You like this don't you, slut," Frances began yanking first on Jane's hair, then driving her fingers and thumb up Jane's holes. "You like the pain as much as the abuse. Well here goes."
Jane thought she would go mad as Frances grabbed the membrane separating pussy and asshole and jerked it off lifting her in the air at times, calling her filthy names, but it was when Frances lost her grip on her hair and jammed two fingers in her mouth instead that she began to come and come. With all holes filled she began to buck like a colt and Frances was strong enough to punish all three holes. Finally spent, she tossed the girl onto the ground and straddled her face grinding away, "Karen's back and she needs to pee." Frances came two more times before she emptied her bladder in Jane's mouth, then once more as she watched the young woman debase herself and drink down all of the urine she pissed out.
After she was finished using Jane, Frances rose, "Clean this mess up before you leave." And she strolled out of the room, her legs feeling like rubber. Jane lay there for several minutes before she finally struggled up and grabbed some paper towels and wiped up the come and pee stains from the linoleum. It was already four o'clock and Kevin would be home soon and she had nothing cooked for dinner.
