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Archive name: jane.txt
Authors name: Sarah J. (sarahs_socks@hotmail.com)
Story title : Jane’s Lesbian Slavery

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Jane’s Lesbian Slavery
by Sarah J. (sarahs_socks@hotmail.com)

***

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 neighbor’s young girls – eventually a host of other 
young girls get in on the act, enjoying humiliating and 
degrading Jane. (Ffdom/F, ped, nc, bd, sad)

***

Warning: Although Part 1 does not, the narrative 
eventually 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.

***

Part One: Losing Control

Jane Sullivan was forty-nine, and in what she would 
describe as okay shape. Her long, brown hair brushed a 
pair of slim, tanned shoulders, her breasts were not 
that large and sagged just a little, but only a little 
she reminded herself. She also had a slim waist, and 
shapely legs. But then she had the time to stay in 
shape, not quite a trust fund baby, but she had a nice 
allowance from an inheritance paid into her account 
once a month. 

Still, there was always room for a little more cash. 
Trendy clothes don't come cheap and there was the 
sauna, massage and tanning salon to think about. It was 
while she sat in the lounge with a glass of red wine, 
looking over a hair salon bill that the idea came to 
mind. She had two rooms, and used the spare for junk 
that really belonged in the attic; if she cleared it 
out she could take in a lodger, and bingo, cash 
problems solved.

The same afternoon the ad came out Jane got a phone 
call from a nice girl and they agreed to meet at two in 
the afternoon. The girl was an energetic blonde called 
Miranda, all long, tanned legs, flowing golden hair and 
white perfect teeth. To Jane the young woman seemed 
perfect. Miranda was twenty-three, and worked at a 
local law firm, a just out of college lawyer. 

After sharing a couple of glasses of wine Jane had made 
her decision, she asked Miranda to sign the simple 
lease agreement, then she put the answer-machine on and 
went out. Jane felt very pleased with herself as she 
drove to the gym, she had more money, her lodger was 
clean and respectable, had a steady job; and seemed 
really nice on top of that.

Things went well for the first couple of weeks; Miranda 
was hardly around and had paid rent up front. Then one 
morning Jane noticed that the kitchen had been left in 
a real mess from the night before, she probably should 
try to be more relaxed but Jane was fussy about that 
sort of thing. The forty-nine year old knocked on 
Miranda's door. 

'Yes?' came the reply.

'I need to talk to you about something' Jane said, not 
feeling as sure of herself as she had a few moments 
ago, it was something about the younger woman's tone.

'Okay, come in, it's never locked.'

Jane opened the door stepped tentatively into the 
blonde's room. It was a mess, clothes and empty beer 
bottles lay everywhere, cosmetics lay strewn across the 
vanity table, Jane even noticed pairs of worn panties 
thrown down apparently wherever the young woman had 
taken them off. Before she could think Jane blurted 
out: 'Shit Miranda, this place is a mess, just like the 
kitchen, we need to sort this out.'

Miranda jumped off the bed, raising herself to her full 
height, which was a few inches taller than Jane, she 
stared at the older woman, and Jane watched the 
blonde's cheeks flush red with anger.

'Oh, I think we have a fucking solution. I pay you 
enough fucking rent bitch, and I get precious little 
for it! YOU clean my room if you don't like it, and you 
can fix the kitchen after.' 

Jane was speechless, she thought she should say 
something, but all that came out was a quiet, 'Yes 
Miranda.' 

The blonde just smiled, much of her anger dissipated, 
but it wasn't a nice smile; not a lets make up and 
forget it smile, but something else, sort of smug Jane 
thought.

'Well?' The blonde said, staring at the smaller, older 
woman. Jane said nothing, but began busing herself 
around the room, clearing up.

Jane had been cleaning up after Miranda for a couple of 
weeks, and the blonde made no effort to improve her 
habits. Her room was always a mess, and she seemed to 
get though so many pairs of panties that Jane began to 
wonder what she was doing with them. The kitchen also 
needed constant attention, and she seemed to have 
agreed to clean the bathroom after Miranda had used it 
too, though she couldn't quite remember how it had 
happened, it just sort of did. 

In fact Miranda had begun to treat her landlady like a 
maid, and just expected Jane to do these things. Jane 
had even started to cook for the young woman. This 
wasn't right at all. Jane had just wanted some more 
cash and freedom, not to become a domestic servant. 

That evening Miranda sat her down and explained that 
she was up for a promotion at work but needed a 
reference.

'I wrote it all out for you,' smiled the young woman as 
she slid a piece of paper across the table at Jane. The 
older woman went to speak but Miranda jumped in, 'I'll 
be able to pay you more rent of course.' Silently, Jane 
signed the piece of paper, too tired to even pretend to 
read it. Miranda snatched it back and put it in her 
bag. 'Thanks,' she said quickly, then disappeared up to 
her room.

On Saturday Jane climbed out of a hot shower, and 
pulled a towel off the rail. It was a small one, the 
sort the usually wrapped around her hair. She looked in 
the linen cupboard. Strangely it was empty. Jane 
wrapped the towel round herself, so that it covered her 
breasts, but it hung barely half an inch below her 
crotch, so she walked slowly and carefully to her 
bedroom. Jane felt a sense of alarm building in her 
belly, like nervous butterflies, something was wrong; 
there were no clothes in her closet and no underwear in 
the drawers. 

There was no sign of a break in. Perhaps Miranda took 
them, part of some sick joke no doubt. Jane resolved to 
tackle the Miranda problem as soon as she got her 
clothes back, things had definitely gone far enough. 
She padded carefully downstairs, bare feet on the soft 
carpet, acutely conscious of the far-too-small towel 
that barely concealed her nakedness. She saw Miranda in 
the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee. 

'Where is everything?' Jane asked, subconsciously 
keeping her distance from the younger blonde. Somehow 
Miranda looked even more menacing today, or perhaps 
Jane was just aware of her near nakedness. 

'Everything?' Miranda said with a smirk.

'You know what I mean,' Jane said, her confidence 
slipping away rapidly, 'the towels? My clothes?'

'Oh' said the blonde casually, sipping at her coffee. 
'Well, maybe I didn't think you needed them anymore.'

'WHAT!' Jane stared at the younger woman in amazement. 
'W...what do you mean you didn't think I'd need them. 
Give them back... please.' The forty-nine year-old felt 
a strange sensation, as if her last ounce of resistance 
was draining away through her bare feet. She couldn't 
think of anything to say, though she knew she must. She 
should be furious, but the blonde's gaze never wavered 
and Jane could not find the strength to meet it. 

The two women spent several minutes in silence as 
Miranda sipped calmly at her coffee and Jane stared 
helplessly at the floor. After a while the older woman 
couldn't stand it anymore, 'wh...what do you want me to 
do?' she stammered. Miranda laughed, the sudden sound 
making Jane start like a frightened antelope as it 
spots the lion that has been stalking it.

'What I want' said the younger woman, 'is for you to 
get back upstairs and clean my fucking room like you're 
supposed to. And you'll do it naked. Understand?'
Jane nodded weakly, 'Yes Miranda,' she said, almost in 
a whisper. Miranda held out her hand and glared at the 
frightened woman before her.

'I said naked bitch.'

Jane slowly unwrapped the little towel and handed it to 
the blonde. 's...sorry,' she mumbled.

'Oh, I doubt it' laughed the blonde, 'but you will be 
soon enough.' With that she motioned for the older 
woman to hurry up stairs and begin her chores.

Jane huddled in the corner of Miranda's bedroom trying 
to cover her nakedness, knees to her chest, heels 
together. Miranda sat on her bed watching MTV and 
drinking a beer, she drained the last drops from the 
bottle, then threw it on the floor in front of the 
naked woman. 

'Pick it up slut,' the blonde said without looking away 
from the TV.
Jane leaned forward and tried to reach the bottle with 
the tips of her fingers, Miranda looked down at her 
unwilling maid with utter contempt. 

'You really are a useless fucking slut aren't you?' The 
younger woman almost spat the words. 'You think I want 
to look at your ugly fucking body? Is that what you 
think slut? That I want to stare at those ugly tits of 
yours?' Miranda laughed and a cruel smile spread across 
her pretty face. 

Jane wondered how she could have been so wrong about 
her when they first met, and then shivered under the 
blonde's unwavering gaze. Miranda climbed purposefully 
off the bed and advanced toward the cringing, naked 
form in the corner. Suddenly the blonde grabbed Jane's 
hair and pulled her forward, the older woman, taken 
completely by surprise, fell face down and Miranda sat 
heavily on her back. 

'Hey slut,' the blonde said, her voice slightly slurred 
by the beer, 'guess what? I bought you a present today. 
Well, I got it with your money, but it's the thought 
that counts, right?' 

Miranda laughed drunkenly, 'But then I have all your 
money now don't I bitch, after you signed the power of 
attorney for me. You are such a fucking loser you know 
that? Who would sign something from a lawyer without 
reading it first? I couldn't believe it when you did 
it, you are such a total fucking loser slut, I knew it 
when we first met.' 

Miranda started to topple backwards as she laughed 
grabbing Jane's hair to steady herself, the naked woman 
gave a little yelp. 'Shit. You're a fucking wimp as 
well,' said the younger woman. 

Miranda pulled a bag from under the bed, 'Anyway, about 
the present I bought you...' Jane heard the bag being 
opened, 'well, I know how you hate being naked all the 
time so I got you these cute cuffs and a nice little 
collar.'

Reality broke in on Jane like a thunderclap, washing 
through her numbed mind like a splash of cold water. 
She was in real danger, she suddenly knew it with 
alarming clarity. What had she been doing all these 
weeks? Why had she let this happen to her? Had she 
really signed control of herself to this mad woman? 
It was certainly possible, she didn't read the document 
and Miranda was a lawyer, if anyone could pull it off, 
she could. 

In a panic Jane tried to get up, but she was not a 
strong woman and Miranda's weight on her back was 
enough to hold her there, all she managed to do was 
squirm pathetically under her assailant and make her 
giggle. Jane felt a strong hand grab her wrist and pull 
it up her back, she winced in pain, she wondered if her 
arm would break but by then Miranda had grabbed her 
other wrist. There was an ominous clicking sound, and 
the blonde let go of Jane's wrists. 

The older woman's hands fell against her back, but they 
were cuffed and locked. She was helpless. Despair 
settled on her, as she lay there naked, wrists bound 
behind her back, her abductor still sitting on her 
back. She had that one chance to end this, and she had 
failed. In a way it was kind of peaceful not having to 
worry anymore, she had lost. Utterly, utterly lost.

A defeated calm descended on the naked woman and she 
felt Miranda attach cuffs to her ankles, no need to 
worry now. Now it was out of her control, Miranda was 
in command. This young, twenty-three year old woman 
controlled her money, her property, her mind and now... 
she controlled her body as well. Jane went limp.

Miranda dragged the bound, naked woman onto her bed and 
laid her face down. 
'What you should have done bitch...' the blonde said, 
her breath smelling 0strongly of beer, 'was pick up 
this fucking bottle...' she waved it in front of the 
helpless older woman's face, 'and put it in the waste 
basket, but I guess that was too difficult for you to 
understand huh? Anyway, I have a better use for it 
now.' 

Still laying face down, Jane felt the Miranda's weight 
on her back once more, two feet in white socks appeared 
either side of the naked woman's head and she realized 
the blonde was facing her legs. The wrist cuffs cut in 
painfully as Miranda's weight pressed down on them, and 
Jane began to whimper. 

'Shut it wimp!' Miranda shouted, 'you useless fucking 
whore.' Jane could feel the woman wriggling around on 
her and then began to panic as she saw the blonde 
slipping out of her panties. Miranda leaned back and 
roughly stuffed the soiled panties into the bound 
woman's mouth, 'Maybe now you'll shut the fuck up,' 
Miranda said in a cruel, drunken laugh.

Through the renewed panic Jane suddenly realized what 
she actually had wedged in her mouth. She was beginning 
to taste an odd flavor. Jane felt sick. It was 
Miranda's panties. Miranda's worn panties - panties 
that had been rubbing against that bitch's dirty little 
cunt all day. And now they were in her mouth - her 
clean mouth! 

She never let anything dirty in her mouth. Never. She 
had never even had oral sex. As Jane's saliva soaked 
into the panties, the moisture began to release the 
dried flavors, new and stronger flavors assailed her 
taste buds - Miranda's juices. Jane could not stop the 
thoughts from flooding her mind, just as the sensations 
flooded her mouth, and something salty - piss! Jane 
realized with a groan. Jane gagged and tried to think 
of other things.

Suddenly Jane felt two strong hands grab her buttocks, 
forcing them apart. She fought and squirmed, but she 
was tied tight and Miranda was too heavy to move. Then 
the helpless woman felt the tip of something cold and 
hard sliding into her ass crack. The bottle, she 
realized with horror. Miranda was going to ass-fuck her 
with the bottle. 

Jane screamed into her makeshift gag: 
'MMMMMMMMFFFFFFF!' But Miranda just laughed, and pushed 
harder on the bottle, forcing the tip into her victim's 
anus. In and out of Jane's ass, the young woman worked 
the bottle, delighting in the older woman's pain and 
humiliation... in and out, in and out, deeper and 
deeper.

Jane woke before the sun came up. She was laying on her 
own bed, still naked and bound wrist and ankle. The 
panties filled her mouth as they had all night, though 
she imagined they were quite clean by now, she had long 
since sucked them free of her tormentor's bodily 
fluids. She ached everywhere from being trussed up like 
a pig for the slaughter all night, and the wrist and 
ankle cuffs chaffed her. Her bruised ass hurt like 
hell, but she could do nothing to soothe it. Worse of 
all was how thoroughly humiliated and degraded she 
felt. 

Miranda had used the bottle to play with her like some 
cheap sex-toy. Fucking her mercilessly with it, then, 
when the younger woman grew bored, she had dragged Jane 
effortlessly back to her own room and dumped on the bed 
- it felt very much like being put away, and Miranda 
didn't say one word to her, even to torment her. Panic 
washed over her again. What if Miranda forgot about 
her? She needed water. The panties had drawn the saliva 
from her mouth. She was so thirsty.

Some hours later Miranda came into Jane's room. Jane 
had earlier worried she would be forgotten, now she was 
beginning to wish she had. Miranda stood in the 
doorway, blonde hair tousled, eyes still sleepy. The 
younger woman was dressed only in a short, pink t-shirt 
and Jane could see her shaved pussy just beneath the 
hemline. The bound woman thought of the panties in her 
mouth, and where they had been before she got to suck 
on them all night - she felt sick again.

Miranda wandered slowly over to her captive, yawning 
and casually swinging a black carrier bag. She produced 
a collar and leash from the bag and sat down on the 
bed. Jane couldn't move or resist, she just stared 
imploringly at her captor. Jane knew her own 
carelessness had got her into this mess and she could 
think of no way out. There was little she could do but 
accept it. Miranda made the rules now.

The blonde slid the collar around the naked woman's 
neck, and clicked the lock shut. The young woman yawned 
again.

'It says, Miranda's Slut in silver studs in case you 
were wondering bitch, looks cute. Take my word for it.' 
Then she clipped a leash to the collar, and tugged it a 
couple of times to check it was secure, Jane's head 
jerked embarrassingly as her new owner treated her with 
less respect than an unwanted dog. Miranda reached into 
the bag again, and produced a black belt. It was quite 
thick and had small metal loops on the side and a large 
metal loop on the front. 

The blonde slid the belt around Jane's waist and locked 
it shut at the front, then she roughly spun her new toy 
over onto her front, Jane grunted but did not complain. 
The older woman felt her wrists being unclipped, but 
the cuffs remained on. She doubted she had the strength 
to fight back, Miranda was rested and Jane's arms felt 
numb from being locked behind her back all night. 
Anyway, she didn't know if she wanted to get physical 
with Miranda, the sporty, strong young woman would 
obviously come off better, so she allowed herself to be 
handled roughly, like a rag doll. 

Miranda pulled the woman's hands down to her sides, and 
then locked the cuffs to the belt. 

'That'll make it easier to keep you tied without 
damaging your arms. Oh... don't worry,' the blonde 
added sarcastically, 'it's not like I fucking care or 
anything, but what fucking use would you be if you 
couldn't do your chores.' Miranda laughed at her own 
joke as she hauled the helpless woman to her feet. 

The blonde then bent down and unclipped Jane's ankle 
cuffs. She pulled a thick, metal chain from the bag and 
attached one end to each of the slave's ankles. 'Okay, 
now I don't have to fucking drag you everywhere. And 
don't try running either, you'll break your stupid 
neck.'

Led by the leash, Jane was taken downstairs and into 
the kitchen. Somehow, coming out of the bedroom made 
her even more aware of her nakedness and vulnerability. 
Miranda reached out with her pretty, lightly-tanned 
foot and tapped on a plastic dog bowl with her toe. The 
words Miranda's Slut were written on the side in black 
pen. It was filled with water. The blonde yanked down 
on the chain until Jane was in a kneeling position, 
then the young woman poked her fingers roughly into the 
slave's mouth and pulled out the damp panties. She held 
them up to the light for inspection. 
'Cool,' the young woman said, gloating over her 
captive's obvious humiliation, 'Better than the washer. 
Maybe I'll get all my panties cleaned that way from now 
on.' Miranda grinned with cruel satisfaction at the 
naked woman kneeling before her, 'Drink up bitch, I 
haven't got all day.' With that she left and Jane, 
cheeks flushed with shame and humiliation, lowered her 
head to drink from her new bowl.


To be continued...


Copyright: Sarah J. 2004

Please let me know if you liked the story, gets lonely 
otherwise. Also, if you like the subject matter as much 
as I do I would love to hear from you 
sarahs_socks@hotmail.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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