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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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