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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 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...

   ( Sarah J.  2004

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