by
Sarah J.
Story Codes: gf/f, 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, but realizes the special place literature holds in the
harmless enjoyment of fantasy, which is recognized under laws of free speech.
All subjects can, and should be, freely explored with the written word, and it
is the author’s belief that, while the criminally deranged among us may get
also get enjoyment from works of fiction, but they are not created by
them. The criminally deranged were with us long before the Internet, or even
works of erotic fiction.
Summary: A babysitter buys off her bratty charge by
providing her with a teenage slave, who is mercilessly abused by the 10
year-old and her friends. Unfortunately for the babysitter this just whets the
girl’s appetite and soon she is demanding more, and older, slaves for her sick
games.
I was feeling very pleased with myself
I have to admit, sitting back on the comfortable couch in Lauren’s bedroom
sipping an iced soda. I couldn’t help thinking how sick it was that this little
brat had so much money and… well… stuff basically, it was easier to list what
she didn’t have. Of course there was ONE thing that she didn’t have, and I was
the one who filled that particular gap in the market. The kit I bought to
‘wrap’ Lauren’s gift in (I still don’t know the fifteen year-old slut’s name,
none of us ever bothered to find out, and who fucking cares anyway) cost a
stack of cash but ten year-old Lauren was good for it, just like she said, and
ten year-olds don’t ask for receipts, so I put away more than five-hundred
bucks for myself.
So I’m lounging on the couch, Lauren’s
sat on the edge of her bed, and the kidnapped teen is kneeling
butt-fucking-naked at the little brat’s feet. I had fitted out Lauren’s new
slave with the most fancy bondage kit money can buy (well, presentation’s
everything, right?). Everything was cute pink leather, she had pink leather
wrist and ankle cuffs, and larger versions that went round her thighs just
above the knee, she also wore a pink leather harness round her upper body with
straps around her tits – well, if you could call them that, I don’t know any
guy that would get much fun from playing with those little bee stings she had,
but hey, a ten year-old girl might, well Barbie’s not exactly loaded in that
department, is she. The teen bitch also had a cute pink leather collar with ‘I
Belong To Lauren’ spelled out in rhinestones, a very nice touch I thought, and
the brat loved it. The cuffs were brilliant, they had metal rings on them and I
had used tiny but strong padlocks to hold her hands behind her back and lock
her thighs and ankles together. Oh yeah, and she had one of those inflatable
gags with the puffer ball hanging out on the end of a tube.
For some reason the teen bitch wasn’t
happy about all this (some people are so ungrateful), and she was doing some
kind of muffled screaming, while tugging at her cute new bonds, and she was
sobbing a lot too, which I though was pretty damn pathetic – so she’d been
kidnapped, stripped naked, bound and gagged, then given as a slave to a
prepubescent brat princess, I mean shit happens! Deal with it bitch! Okay so I
admit it was all very funny… well, as long as you weren’t the slave I guess.
Anyway, Lauren is delighted and she’s clapping her hands, and then she runs
over to hug me, then she skips back to her bed to gaze at her present again.
‘You’ll have to train her,’ I said,
trying not to laugh. ‘Slaves are like pets remember? If you don’t train them
then they’re just bad all the time, and they don’t do what you want’.
‘Do princesses always have to train
their slaves?’ Lauren asked.
‘Yes… although they usually get people
to help them,’ I said, ‘because princesses can’t be expected to do everything
can they’.
‘No they can’t,’ she said seriously,
‘but Heather and Natalie will help, they’re in my class at school an we’re best
friends an everything’.
Then I produced my second scheme for
making some cash.
‘Wow!’ I said, ‘she really is a
naughty slave, good job I got some things to help you train her, but it cost me
a lot of money’.
‘There’s loads of money in my dresser
draw,’ Lauren said, ‘just take what you want. Can I see the stuff now?’
I opened the bag I had been carrying
and pulled out a nasty looking thin cane, and a sort of flogger thing with lots
of tassels (there was a metal stud on the end of each tassel) and a couple of
what the guy in the shop said were paddles, thin ones though, as he said they
hurt the most. I lifted a cool three-hundred from Lauren’s dresser drawer, even
though the whole lot only cost me a hundred tops.
Lauren was delighted again, and I was
riding high on the popularity stakes. The little brat began swishing the thin
cane about and I saw how nasty it really was. It seemed to be made of black
leather, but wound so tight and thin it was the thickness of an average pencil.
The teen slave started to shout even louder into her gag and she tried to
shuffle away (though I’ve no idea where she thought she could get too – it was
quite hysterical really). Lauren lashed out at the teenager’s buttock with the
cane and it sliced into her flesh cutting the skin instantly. The slave-bitch
gave a muffled howl then fell forward on her face into the thick carpet. I
thought I had better intervene – after all, I didn’t want little Lauren to kill
the bitch, well, not until I had made all I could from the situation anyway.
‘Um… perhaps you should start with one
of these,’ I said holding out the less lethal looking whip and paddles. ‘Then
that can be your SPECIAL punishment whip, for when your slave’s been REALLY
bad. We don’t want her to get used to it do we?’ I said, wondering how the fuck
you would ever get used to that.
‘Okay!’ said the ten year-old,
giggling, ‘though it woz kinda fun. What shall we do with her now Ashley?’
‘Well… let’s make her do something.
She should worship you right? I mean she’s your slave an all’.
‘Yeah!’ said Lauren, her pretty blue
eyes lighting up, ‘I want to be worshipped, and I want her to do it NOW!’
‘Okay,’ I said, beginning to enjoy
myself, ‘make her… I know… make her kiss your feet and say you are a princess.
But I think you’ll have to spank her a bit first’.
‘Cool,’ giggled Lauren. The ten
year-old began to thrash the wailing teenager with the flail thing, and it left
some painful looking marks, but no blood thankfully. I held up my hand as a sign
for Lauren to stop, though it took a few moments, I think the kid was getting
into it.
‘I think I should talk to her,’ I
said, ‘y’know, because I’m your special helper, like a princess’s assistant’.
‘Okay,’ the brat said casually, then
she sat cross legged on the beg examining the flogger, obviously impressed with
this new game – whipping naked women it’s called and I doubt Lauren was the
first person to find out how much fun that could be, but I’ll bet she was the
youngest.
I knelt down on the floor and
whispered in the sobbing teeny-bitch’s ear.
‘Now listen slut, you aint going
anywhere an no fuckers gonna come through that door to save you. I don’t know
where you come from but no one’s been looking for you, trust me, I’d know if
they were. Why’d you think I kept you at my place for a week first?’ The
pathetic thing turned her face toward me and was all pleading eyes and help-me!
help-me! looks. Actually she was quite pretty and I think it was about then
that I decided this might be fun as well a good way to earn hard dollars.
‘Okay,’ I said calmly, ‘I’ll go over it again. You are not going to escape, no
one is going to rescue you, this is your life now, with me so far? That little
girl OWNS you, she can do anything she wants with you, and from what I’ve seen
today she’s a sadistic little bitch too. If you don’t do EXACTLY what she tells
you, then I guess I’ll just let her use that nice little black cane on you. I
mean, look what it did to your ass, imagine what it would be like to have her
use it on you all over? Probably kill you I reckon’. The bitch’s eyes went wide
with fear. ‘Ah, so you do get it. Cool. I guess you’ll be doing your best to
please your new owner now then’. The defeated teenager nodded weakly. ‘Good,’ I
said in my best condescending tone as I patted her on the head like a dog. I
deflated the bitch’s gag and pulled it out of her mouth, she dribbled and
sobbed quietly but other than that she didn’t make a sound. I sat back on the
couch feeling pleased that I had managed to enlighten her a little as to her
current situation. Strangely I was a little moist between the legs, I had just
given some bitch a life sentence and I was getting off on it. Perhaps the brat
and I had more in common than I first thought.
Lauren
swung her legs off the bed, dangling her feet in front of the prostrate teen’s
face.
‘Kiss my shoes!’ Lauren commanded. The
slave-bitch lifted her head and kissed Lauren’s tennis shoe. ‘Both!’ ordered
the ten year-old. The slave kissed the other shoe. ‘Now lick them,’ said Laura
grinning. The naked bitch began licking the little girl’s shoes, which was a
fucking hell of thing to see, I laid my denim jacket across my lap and
discretely slipped my hand into my panties. I was quite wet now and genuinely
surprised. Up till now I’d never really been that lucky, but here I was making
decent money for once and getting off on it too. Maybe Lauren wasn’t so bad
after all, basically my life was a fucking whole lot better after meeting her,
wasn’t it? After a few minutes Lauren pulled her feet up to the bed, untied the
laces on her shoes, and slipped them off. Then the ten year-old slid her feet
back off the bed, and now she was just wearing a pair of slightly damp looking,
crumpled white ankle socks (well, those little feet had been in those tennis
shoes all day, so I guess you couldn’t blame her for that).
‘Kiss my socks!’ said the little girl.
The slave-bitch did as she was told, kissing each damp socked-foot in turn.
‘Now open your mouth’. Nothing happened. I was about to intervene when Lauren
grabbed the flogger and lashed the naked teen across the shoulders, the slave
yelped.
‘I said, open… your… mouth….’ For a
little girl Lauren could sure sound menacing. I was really beginning to warm to
this kid. The slut opened her mouth. Lauren gently slid a foot into the waiting
mouth. ‘Suck my socks!’ she ordered. The bitch-slut hesitated for just a
second, then she actually started sucking on the brat’s socks. Lauren pulled
her foot out, giggling. ‘Now the other one,’ Lauren’s other foot slid into her
slave’s open mouth. A minute later it was withdrawn and the little girl pulled
off her saliva soaked socks. ‘Okay SLAVE!’ Lauren said, ‘beg me to be allowed
to suck my toes, an do it good or you’ll get more of this,’ the girl dangled
the flogger in front of the teen’s face.
‘If I do it… will… will you let me go
little girl?’ blabbered the slut. Now why is it some people just never listen
to what they’re told? I smiled as I looked at Lauren’s face, two finger’s in my
pussy under the denim jacket.
‘I AM A PRINCESS!’ shouted Lauren,
‘you call me Mistress an if you EVER call me little girl again I will
whip you till you die or something! You are just my stupid slave an I am NEVER
gonna let you go! You are gonna stay right here an do EVERYFING wot I tell you
too!’ The ten year-old leaned over the prostrate naked teenager and began
laying into her buttocks with the flogger, the bitch bent her legs back
instinctively but then she just got flogged on the soles of her feet, which I
guess hurts more because she put them down again pretty quick.
‘Please! Please! Mistress! Please!’
the slut babbled, ‘Please let me suck your beautiful toes… Aaaargh! Please! I
beg you! argh! Please Mistress, let me worship your toes! Aaaargh!’ The beating
stopped.
‘That’s better,’ said Lauren,
obviously having the time of her life. The ten year-old looked down at the
pathetic, whimpering, naked fifteen year-old, laying on the floor with tears
streaming down her face and her mouth wide open, and she giggled. Lauren lifted
a naked, pretty foot – and shoved it into the slut’s waiting mouth. ‘Now suck
em good!’ she added.
So
now I was treated to the sight of a well thrashed naked teenager sucking
furiously on a pretty ten year-olds foot. And Lauren WAS pretty too, I hadn’t
noticed it at first, probably because I was too busy not liking her. The little
girl had flawless, lightly tanned skin, deep-blue eyes, a perfect face and
gorgeous long, blond hair (two strands fell just across her cheeks, which gave
her a real cutsie look). She was a skinny little thing, but sort of sporty, and
anyway, it looked good to be thin when you were ten. The bitch on the floor
looked a mess though. She was covered in purple welts. I had a sudden thought,
so I pulled my hand out of my panties, then went over to the slut. I grabbed
her ankles, bent her legs then clipped the anklets to her wrist cuffs, hogtying
her, then I jumped back on the couch and went back to masturbating.
‘Wow Ashley! That looks really cool,
I’m gonna keep her like that wen I’m not usin her,’ Lauren laughed. The
slave-slut was obviously learning a thing or two because she didn’t stop
slurping on the kid’s sweaty little feet for a moment. Lauren pressed the
handle of the flogger against the slave’s forehead, lifting the sluts eyes so the
little girl could look right in them. ‘An don’t forget to wiggle your tongue in
between my toes, it gets yucky in there,’ the child grinned wickedly at her
helpless victim. ‘But it’s princess toe stuff, so it’s yummy for you slave…
juss like candy I bet’. The teen bitch made noisy sucking, slurping, slobbery
sounds as she worked on Lauren’s feet.
‘Well?’
said Lauren, pulling out her shiny, wet, foot after the naked teenager had been
licking between the her toes for a few minutes. ‘Does it taste like candy?’
‘Yes
Mistress,’ the slave said, ‘just like candy… only better,’ she added.
‘Cool,’
said Lauren, ‘have some more then,’ with that the ten year-old shoved her other
naked foot roughly into the slave’s mouth.
It
sort of reminded me of a calf suckling milk, the bitch was REALLY going for it,
slurping on the little girl’s feet like her life depended on it – which it
probably did. Anyway, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and Lauren was a
natural in the role of abuser. I had a wonderful, shivering orgasm to the sight
of a naked, hogtied, fifteen year-old, sucking a ten year-olds feet like it was
her boyfriend’s cock. Lauren was having a great time too, giggling away. I
guess the only one that wasn’t too keen was the hogtied bitch – but then no one
cared what she fucking thought anyway, she just existed for me and my new
little best friend Lauren to get off on… in whatever way it pleased us!
TO BE
CONTINUED…
Ó Sarah J.
2004
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