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 Jane's Lesbian Slavery by Sarah J.

   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, 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: 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.

   Part Two: The Table Rape

   Jane was scrubbing the kitchen sink.  Her locked wrist cuffs had been
attached to a short chain, which passed through the metal loop on the front
of her belt; just like the prisoners she had seen on police shows.  And she
was still naked.  At that moment Miranda came in through the front door,
grinning broadly.  'Hey slut.  Guess what?' the blonde said, 'that little
nine year-old bitch from next door has agreed to wash my car, but no way
was I gonna pay her.  Anyway, I told her about you and she said she'd do it
if I let her see you naked.  Bargain huh?' Jane felt the familiar churning
in the pit of her stomach.  Surely Miranda couldn't be serious.  This girl
was just a little kid, and a horrid brat too.  Would Miranda really parade
her in front of this child like some circus freak?

   Jane stayed quiet and worked harder on the sink, but she couldn't forget
what she had just heard.  The worse thing was, Jane already knew the girl
quite well.  Not closely, but they'd had a few run-ins, the brat used to
call Jane names all the time.  Jane, trying to be the sensible adult had
actually talked to the child at one of her mother's boring dinner parties.
Jenna, that was her name.  She was a pretty girl, tall and skinny, sort of
athletic looking.  She had always struck Jane as something of a spoilt
brat, and she was so rude to her mother, and now Jane was to be shown to
her like some amusing exhibit.  Jane felt sick at the thought.  About an
hour later, as Jane was busy cleaning Miranda's room, the blonde stuck her
head round the door.  'Downstairs now slut - time to pay the help'.  Jane
took a deep breath and shuffled out of the room, making her way carefully
down the stairs.  Miranda was waiting at the bottom, without speaking the
blonde unclipped Jane's cuffs from the chain and re-attached them to the
rings at the side of her belt, limiting her freedom of movement to
virtually zero, Jane was then led by her owner into the lounge.  The nine
year-old girl sat on the couch, feet up on the coffee table, grinning
broadly.  'Fucking cool Miranda,' said little Jenna, 'I wasn't sure if you
really had her, or you were just faking me to get your car cleaned'.  'Oh I
have her alright,' laughed Miranda, 'don't I slut?' she tugged on the
leash, and the slave nodded without raising her gaze.  'Get your head up
slut; I think Jenna would like to see your ugly fucking face.  It goes well
with that gross body of yours'.  Jane did as she was told, lifting her
head, so now the teen brat could look her in the face.  If the little bitch
grinned any wider Jane felt sure her face would split.  Jenna's gaze
dropped to Jane's crotch.  'Yuck!' said the girl, 'her cunny's all hairy.
That's fucking gross'.  'Yeah,' said Miranda, 'I guess it is.  Shall we
make her shave it?' 'Sure,' Jenna eagerly agreed.  'On second thoughts...'
Miranda said to the little girl as she stared wickedly at the naked woman,
'why don't you do it?  She'd only fuck it up anyway, she's such a useless
bitch'.  Jane saw the girl's eyes light up and her heart sank.  She
couldn't imagine anything more humiliating, she was tied and naked in front
of her neighbor's kid, and now the little bitch was going to shave her
pussy.

   Miranda dragged Jane to the kitchen and pushed her onto her back on the
wooden table.  She unclipped the slave's wrist cuffs and attached them to
the legs of the table by Jane's head, then she unclipped Jane's ankle cuffs
and started to attached them to the other table legs, so that the naked
woman would be in a spread-eagled position - then Miranda paused, she
turned and looked at Jenna, who was watching with an excited fascination.
'This is gonna be tricky.  You're not going to be able to get at
everything, and if you're gonna do something, better do it right I guess'.
The nine year-old nodded and a grinning Miranda unclipped Jane's ankle
cuffs, grabbed the slave's ankles tightly and pulled her legs up to her
head, bending the helpless woman double.  'Help me out will you,' Miranda
said to the girl.  'The slut's not that supple, I'll have to work on that'.
The two of them pulled hard until Jane's feet were beside her bound hands,
then they clipped the helpless woman's ankle cuffs to the same loops.  Jane
felt she would die from the humiliation.  She had never been so exposed. 
Her entire genital region was wide open and on display and try as she might
she could do nothing about it.  The cuffs held her in place, pinned to the
heavy, wooden kitchen table - and her most private places were on show for
all to see.  The little girl grinned at her wickedly.  'Never seen you
quite like this before Miss Sullivan, bet mom would laugh,' the girl
giggled, 'suits you really.  You were always such a stuck up bitch before,
wish my friends were here to see this'.  Miranda smiled wickedly as she
slapped one of Jane's exposed buttocks, 'Oh, I'm sure we can arrange that
if you do a good job Jenna'.  Jane almost started crying but was determined
not to give them the satisfaction, but she was scared, really scared.  She
knew that look of Miranda's, and once the sadistic young woman got an idea
into her head she never let it go.



   TO BE CONTINUED...

   ( Sarah J.  2004

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