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Jane's Lesbian Slavery
by Sarah (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. (FF, Fdom/g+, ped, nc, bd, tor, ws)

***

Warning: The narrative deals with underage persons, if 
you find this offensive, then please don't read it. 
This 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, this is a work of fiction.

***

Chapter 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 strongly 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. 

Worst 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.


Chapter 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.


Chapter Three: Forced Depilation


Jane could hear a tap running and shortly Miranda 
returned to the table with a bowl of hot water, the 
blonde placed it on the table between the slave's legs. 
Jane could feel the warm steam rising from the bowl. 
Jenna had been standing between Jane's legs, grinning 
broadly at the spread woman the whole time, 
occasionally prodding her vagina and giggling. Jane had 
shut her eyes, trying to think of something, anything, 
else other than her current situation, but the nine 
year-old had other ideas. 

'What's the matter Miss Sullivan? Feeling a little 
shy?' the brat laughed, 'well, I never shaved a stupid 
grown-up woman's cunny before so you better watch me to 
see I do it okay.'

'Yeah, open your fucking eyes bitch, I didn't say you 
could get out of seeing your own cunt shaved. And you'd 
better be sure an make eye contact with Jenna whenever 
she looks at you or I might take over, and I tend to 
get real careless with razors.'

Jane opened her eyes and had to force herself to face 
the pre-teen brat's callous stare. Jenna picked up a 
pen from the white kitchen counter, and began to poke 
crudely at Jane's vagina with it.

'Yuck!' the little girl said, 'all this hair is sooo 
fucking gross Miss Sullivan, I can't wait till it's 
bald so I can get a good look at the dangly bits. Me an 
Miranda don't have horrid dangly bits like that, our 
cunnys are nice an tidy.' Jane felt her cheeks flush 
red with embarrassment; her neighbor's brat of a kid 
was busy examining her most private of places like it 
was a particularly distasteful microwave dinner her 
mother had served up. 


Miranda stood thoughtfully for a moment; while Jane 
just prayed her tormentors would hurry up and get it 
over with. 

'I dunno,' said Miranda, 'if we shave her then it's 
going to be all fucking stubbly by the morning, and 
that's almost as gross, and then we'll have to keep 
doing it. Don't think I wanna keep touching her gross 
cunt, what about you Jenna?'

'No way!' the child squealed. 'It's horrid, like her 
saggy titties, your's and mom's don't look like that.' 
The brat child poked Jane's vagina again with the pen, 
causing the obscenely spread woman to moan in 
humiliation. 'What do you want to do then? Mom does 
wax, that would be cool, and I bet it would hurt too.' 
The nine year-old grinned evilly. 

Jane heard a voice in her head saying do it, do it, the 
helpless woman knew it would hurt, but it would be over 
so quick it would be worth it. Suddenly Miranda's face 
lit up.

'Hey. I have a much better idea. Yesssss,' she clapped 
her hands in delight, and Jane began to whimper quietly 
as her mind raced. She turned to the little girl, 'how 
quick can you get your mates here?' Miranda asked the 
child.

'About twenty minutes. Why?' The little girl looked 
puzzled.

'Because I have a fucking brilliant idea that's why, 
you get on the phone, I have to nip out and get 
something.' The blonde grabbed her car keys and left. 

Jane took stock of her predicament. She was now alone 
with her neighbors nine year-old brat daughter; she was 
totally naked and tied to the kitchen table with her 
pussy, ass and tits on full display; the woman who had 
taken over her life had just left to get... who knows 
what, AND the prepubescent little bitch was busy on the 
phone calling up a bunch of her friends to come round 
and share in the fun. Jane felt wretched, and there was 
a knot of dread in the pit of her stomach.

About thirty minutes later, during which time Jenna 
amused herself by inserting various kitchen implements 
into Jane's vagina (going, yuck and gross the whole 
time), there was a ring at the door. Jenna skipped over 
to open it and a noisy crowd of little girls burst 
through. Jane could hear excited laughter and giggly 
chatter in the next room. She braced herself mentally 
for what was about to come. A few moments later the 
crowd bustled into the kitchen, there was a lot of, 
'fuck' and 'wow' and 'that is sooo cool' followed by 
'shit, what a loser.' Jane kept her eyes closed, but 
then she heard Jenna's voice above the babble. 

'Hey, Miss Sullivan, what did Miranda tell you about 
your eyes?' Jane opened them, blinking at the sea of 
young faces looking down at her. 'Better,' said Jenna 
to the amusement of her friends, 'you need to think 
about things a bit Miss-stupid-cunny-in-the-air-
Sullivan, it's not like you can stop us punishing you 
if you don't do wot your told, right?' Jane nodded 
weakly. The girls (there looked to be about six of 
them) laughed hysterically at the tiny brat's wit.

The girls stood around talking excitedly at this 
unexpected new source of entertainment on a boring 
Saturday afternoon. Some poked at Jane's cunt with 
silverware and pens as Jenna had done, while one dark 
haired girl with freckles, who looked no more than 
seven years-old, lazily tweaked the older woman's 
nipples, like it was perfectly normal to have a naked 
forty-eight year-old woman to play with. Jane's 
humiliation and complete sense of degradation 
threatened to overwhelm her - it was obvious to her 
that she was now just an object of amusement for a 
bunch of bored, sulky prepubescent bitches.

The front door slammed and a moment later Miranda 
whirled into the room. 

'Hi girls, come to join the fun huh?' There was a lot 
of giggling from the pack. 'Well...' Miranda said to 
Jenna, 'I thought what's the easiest way to remove hair 
when you don't want it grow back quickly, and then I 
thought, you pluck it' Cool huh?' Miranda produced a 
paper bag and emptied a pile of slim, silver tweezers 
onto the table between the slave's legs. 

Jenna grinned and clapped her hands. 'That's sooo 
fucking cool Miranda, just what she deserves'

Miranda turned to address the crowd. 'Okay girls, this 
has to be done VERY slowly and VERY carefully. 
Understand?' There was a general nodding and more 
giggling, Miranda continued, 'this is going to be a 
very interesting experience for the useless bitch and I 
want her to enjoy every fucking minute of it.' 

Miranda leaned down and whispered in Jane's ear, 'mmm, 
I am so going to enjoy this slut. You are about to have 
your pubic hair very slowly removed by a bunch of bored 
fucking schoolgirls. How do you feel about that huh? 
How fucking sad is that bitch? And I'll be taking 
pictures of course,' Miranda laughed, 'digital,' she 
winked at the horrified, naked woman, 'so I can put 
them straight on the Internet, oh, and I expect the 
girls will want copies don't you?'

Miranda sealed her slave's mouth shut with duct-tape, 
after encouraging several of the little to girls to 
take their socks off and shove them in the forty-eight 
year-olds mouth. Cheeks bulging with white socks under 
the duct-tape, a frightened Jane breathed hard through 
her nose. 

She watched as the girls picked up the tweezers and 
stood ready. Miranda's head was between the hapless 
older woman's legs as she prepared to give a 
demonstration. To add to the dehumanizing of their 
victim, Miranda had taped a reading lamp to Jane's 
stomach, so that it shone down onto her vagina. The 
slave could feel the warmth of the lamp on her 
genitals. 

Jane felt like a girls-school lab experiment; like some 
bizarre specimen in a biology study; barely human at 
all. The girls leaned in to watch Miranda. Jane's 
twenty-three year old owner carefully selected a long, 
black pubic hair, and grasped it with the tweezers.

'Now...' she explained, 'you have to get a good grip, 
and then pull VERY slowly. Just ease it out,' she 
pulled the hair out with excruciating slowness, the 
crowd listened to Jane sock-muffled whimpering, and the 
pack of little girls laughed hysterically. Miranda let 
the hair fall onto the floor; then picked up the 
digital camera. 'Okay girls,' she said, 'let's get to 
work.'

Beads of sweat broke out on Jane's forehead as the 
slow, cruel depilation of her pussy and ass proceeded. 
The girls giggled and made cruel remarks about her the 
whole time, delighting every time she flinched or 
whimpered. At one point Jenna appeared near Jane's head 
and held the tweezers close to the writhing woman's 
face.

'Ooh, look at that one Miss Sullivan, must have hurt 
real bad when I pulled that one out, cause, I like, 
took ages over it. Aren't I naughty?' the little girl 
giggled. 'Funny really,' she said, looking at the pubic 
hair, 'but I always wanted to do something like this to 
you coz you were always such a boring loser. I hated 
you really, I only pretended to like you so mum 
wouldn't get angry, and now Miranda's letting me do 
this. She's sooo cool isn't she? And I think she likes 
me... so who knows? Maybe she'll let me do loads more 
stuff to you. I mean... she owns you now right? You're 
like her fucking slave or something. That is sooo cool. 
I wish you were my slave, and then I would really make 
you suffer.' Jenna grinned at her sobbing neighbor, 
then went back to join the pack of giggling little 
girls working away between the woman's legs.

After about two hours, Jane could feel dozens of 
fingers pulling roughly at her labia and spreading the 
cheeks of her ass.

'Can't find any more,' a voice said, 'I think your 
slave is really bald down here now Miranda.'

'Okay girls,' Miranda said, 'move out of the way, I 
need some more close ups.' Jane could hear the camera 
clicking, and she saw the flash. 'Hey, Jenna?'

'Yeah,' the nine year-old answered.

'I'll take the table-lamp off while you go hold the 
bitch's head up so her chin's on her chest. I want to 
get her face in all the shots.'

'Cool!' Miranda giggled as she moved behind Jane, 
putting her tiny hands under the woman's head. Then she 
pushed her neighbor's head up so the hapless woman was 
staring at her own bald pussy. The camera flashed 
dozens of times. At one point Miranda asked the girls 
to open the bitch up a bit and was greeted with cries 
of yuck and gross so she pulled a box of surgical 
gloves from the cupboard and threw them to the girls. 

'Here,' she said, 'put these on, and remember... always 
be prepared,' she winked at the girls and they laughed, 
sliding on the oversized gloves.

Jane felt dozens of rubbery little fingers slide into 
her vagina, she winced, and then began to thrash about 
when she realized that the horrid little brats had 
their hands inside her. These sarcastic, cruel, wicked 
little girls now had their fingers deep in her pussy, 
groping and pulling at her most intimate place.

'Whoa!' said Jenna, 'hold still Miss Sullivan, you know 
there's nothing you can do about it. You can't get away 
tied like that.

'No way,' said the tiny seven year-old, 'you can't stop 
us doing anything to you silly grown-up,' and as if to 
emphasize her point the tiny little girl slid a small, 
gloved finger into Jane's anus.

'Yuck Chloe, that's gross,' said another girl while the 
rest howled with laughter. Then several other fingers 
joined the first. Jane whimpered into her gag, she felt 
completely degraded as the children groped curiously 
around inside her ass, while several more amused 
themselves with her vagina. 

Then she felt the girls pull her pussy wide open, so 
her gaping hole was exposed for the camera. Jenna 
pushed the captive woman's head till her chin was on 
her chest, then the little girl ducked down out of the 
camera view. Jane gazed past her own belly and bald, 
spread cunt at Miranda, who stood grinning behind the 
camera. Flash! Flash! Flash! Jane lost count of how 
many pictures were taken.

After a while they began to get bored and they slowly 
drifted away from their helpless plaything, dropping 
the soiled surgical gloves into the waste bin. 

'Hey,' said Jenna, dropping Jane's head back onto the 
table, 'let's see what's on MTV.'

Jane moaned into the duct-tape; the brats had tortured 
and degraded her for their amusement, and now they were 
off to watch TV. Just like that. She had lost every 
shred of dignity she had ever possessed, been 
humiliated and exposed for their amusement; and now all 
the little bitches wanted to do was watch music videos. 
Miranda unclipped the slave's legs, lowered them to the 
table, and then re-attached the familiar chain. 

'Hey, that was fun,' she chided, 'bet you enjoyed it 
huh? Well, I hope so cause fun and games are over for 
now. You need to clean up all this disgusting pubic 
hair... and then the girls will need feeding. There's 
some chicken-nuggets in the freezer, they'll be happy 
with that, you know what kids are like.' She unclipped 
Jane's hands and sat her upright; the slave's legs and 
feet felt numb. 'Don't take too long!' grinned Miranda, 
'I hear schoolgirls can get really grouchy if they 
don't eat... and I'm sure you wouldn't want that would 
you?' 

Miranda laughed then added, 'oh, and you'll serve them 
all individually and thank them for making your ugly 
cunt look nicer – and spit the socks in your mouth into 
the washer while your at it, we don't want your 
disgusting spit on their pretty little feet now do we? 
Well... not yet anyway.'


Chapter 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. 

Each 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 worst enemy now and 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, and 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.


Chapter Five: Jane Meets The Family 


Jane's Internet voyeur fan-club was growing in number, 
even though the password to the site was strictly by 
word of mouth. One kind watcher sent Miranda a very 
expensive looking digital camcorder, with the 
interesting suggestion that it would enable her to 
travel with her slave. Of course it wouldn't be live 
feed, but it would add some variety.

Miranda had been able to quit her job now she had a 
free house and Jane's income to live on, and she'd 
become very friendly with Jane's neighbor. Lana (Amy 
and Jenna's mother) was an attractive thirty something 
woman, and she seemed to like Miranda a lot – quite a 
bit more than Jane in fact, and it soon became apparent 
that the girl's mother shared their views on the stuck-
up neighbor. 

Eventually Miranda ventured the lie that Jane had gone 
away to stay with relatives and had left her in charge 
of the house, Lana seemed very pleased and after some 
wine one evening said that she 'hoped the boring bitch 
never came back.' Miranda grew bolder, in the end 
telling Lana that Jane had decided to move permanently 
and that she had given Miranda first offer on the 
house.

'You should take it Miranda dear,' Lana had said, 'it 
would be wonderful to have you as a neighbor and the 
girls are so fond of you.' Miranda had to smile at 
this, she already had the title to Jane's property (it 
had been transferred into her name a while ago), Jane 
owned nothing, and her ex-lodger had practically wiped 
out any trace that the forty-nine year-old woman had 
ever existed.

Miranda loaded up the expensive SUV purchased with 
Jane's money, it had all the extras, and tinted windows 
of course, she was really looking forward to the trip 
(though it pleased her think that Jane probably 
wasn't). Lana had been delighted when Miranda had 
offered to take the girls on a road trip during the 
school summer break, and the girls (of course) had been 
really enthusiastic. Miranda put the luggage in the 
back, placed a pile of her favorite CDs on the front 
passenger seat along with her expensive laptop, and 
then settled the girls in the back seats. The she 
dragged the naked, manacled Jane out into the garage.

'It's perfect when you think about it?' Miranda said to 
her captive, knowing full well she couldn't reply 
behind her gag. 'I mean, what's the fucking worst thing 
about road trips with kids? Easy! They get bored, and 
then they just whine all the time... Are we there yet? 
Are we there yet? Jeez, it's enough to drive you mad, I 
did it with my nieces once, and I promised myself never 
again. But it's not going to be like that this time is 
it, because now the little brats have you to play with. 
Should keep them quiet enough.' 

The young woman laughed at the look in Jane's eyes. 
Miranda dragged Jane to the car, opened the back door 
and shoved the naked woman onto the girl's little laps. 
She then taped the camcorder to a headrest, so it had a 
clear view of everything going on in the back seat, and 
switched it on.

Like most little kids, Jenna and Amy got bored quickly, 
almost as soon as the SUV rolled out of the garage in 
fact. Jenna rolled her jeans and panties down around 
her ankles, grabbed Jane's head by the hair and shoved 
it between her legs, then the nine year-old lay back 
into the comfortable leather seats with her hands 
behind her head as the forty-nine year-old sex-slave 
began licking her young mistress's vagina. Jenna 
reached lazily under the slave and gave one of her 
nipples a hard twist.

'That's useless!' the child complained, 'get your 
tongue right up there like you woz licking out the 
inside of a yummy ice cream cone.' Jane did as she was 
told.

Amy emptied out a bag of dolls and began to play with 
the slave's other end. Miranda adjusted the rear view 
mirror and looked at the sprawling woman with her head 
stuffed between a nine year-olds thighs, (which were 
tightly clamped around the slave's head) while little 
Amy was busy stuffing Barbie dolls into the slave's 
vagina, her favorite game. Miranda smiled as she put 
her arm though the gap in the seats and handed a wide-
eyed Amy a large, thick, metal studded rubber-dildo. It 
was at least a foot long and so thick the little girl 
couldn't hold it all the way round even with both 
hands.

'Just wondered if you might like to play with that,' 
Miranda said grinning.

'COOL,' exclaimed Amy, 'I bet she would hate to have 
that in her.' The six year-old yanked out the Barbie 
doll, buried up to its plastic knees in Jane, making 
the woman give a muffled yelp into Jenna's cunny.

'ooh!' said Jenna, 'that woz nice sis, make her do it 
again.'

'Okay,' said Amy obligingly. With that she began to 
screw the huge dildo into Jane's vagina, but it was 
tricky, this was five times the size of a Barbie doll, 
or even two Barbie dolls as she usually managed to get 
up there. In the end the little girl braced her back 
against the door, lifted her leg, placed her foot 
against the end of the monstrous spiky thing, and used 
her leg muscles to push it into the bound slave.

Jane screamed, while the force of little Amy's foot 
shoved the slave's face deep into Jenna's bald pussy.

'Wow!' said Jenna laughing, 'that feels REALLY weird, 
she's like shouting up my cunny.'

'Bad weird, or good weird,' asked Miranda from the 
front seat.

'Just kinda funny weird, sort of cool though, an I like 
it – don't stop Amy!'

Amy giggled and gave a big push forcing the huge dildo 
half way into the now thrashing, wailing sex-slave's 
pussy.

'Jeez Miranda,' said Jenna, 'she's like, going totally 
crazy!'

Miranda pulled the SUV over and clambered into the back 
with the girls. The pathetic naked woman looked like 
she was trying to stick her head inside the nine year-
olds vagina, and she was making very strange gurgling 
noises, which sounded sort of slobbery as her lips and 
mouth were buried in pre-teen cunt. Miranda laughed.

'Hey, that looks like fun Jenna,' she said.

'uh! ooh! yeah, it tickles in a really... ooh! sort of 
funky way, like in my belly! um! ah! I kinda like it a 
lot, you should... um! mmm! try it Miranda,' the girl 
had a strange expression on her face, and Miranda had 
to admit, it looked very inviting.

'You bet,' the young woman said, 'as soon as we get to 
my sister's place.'

'Aren't we going to a motel like you told mummy randa?' 
Said the six year-old said as she gave a final push 
with both little feet, ramming the fat dildo its full 
length into Jane's vagina. Her sister gasped as the 
slave let out a long, lingering moan into her cunny.

'ooh!' was all Jenna could manage to say.

'No sweetie,' said Miranda, 'I told your mom we might 
stay at a motel, but I did say we would probably visit 
my sister, because she has little girls about your age 
and I thought you would like to play with them.'

'Can we all play wiv this?' said Amy, slapping a naked 
Jane on the buttocks with her tiny hand.

'Of course you can honey, that's what we bought her 
along for, so you call all have fun playing with her.'


Miranda swung the SUV into the driveway of her sister's 
house, then she went to the back, got out a large, 
black, nylon, sports bag, and threw it onto the foot 
space in front of the rear seats.

'We have to move her around in this,' said Miranda, 
'don't want anyone getting jealous and stealing our toy 
do we?'

'Nope,' Jenna agreed, 'she's gettin more fun to play 
wiv all the time.'

Miranda laughed, she couldn't be sure but it looked 
like the nine year-old may have had her first orgasm 
while Jane was yelling into her little pussy. As the 
girls climbed out of the car Miranda grabbed the naked 
slave by the hair and pulled her face close.

'Now come on bitch, don't keep me in suspense... did 
that little girl cum in your mouth earlier?' Miranda 
said. Jane stayed silent, a look of utter misery on her 
face. 'Don't hold out on me loser, you must know. I 
mean, no one was closer than you right?'

The slave started sobbing. 'I don't know Mistress,' she 
said.

'Well fuck Jane, you've been licking that little cunt 
of hers for weeks now,' Miranda grinned, 'you must be 
the worlds fucking greatest expert on what that girl 
tastes like. Did it leak anything into your stupid, 
bitch mouth?'

'Y... Yes Mistress, a... a few... times.'

'Cool, so the little brat DID cum in your mouth... and 
you knew didn't you bitch?'

'Yes Mistress,' tears rolled freely down Jane's cheeks.

'Wow! Bet that fucking freaked you out huh? Having some 
nine year-old masturbating in your mouth. That is sooo 
fucking humiliating,' Miranda couldn't help laughing at 
her slave's misery. 'WELL??? What did it taste like?'

'I... I don't know Mistress. Not like yours.'

'No, I guess not. She don't have the hormones yet huh?' 
Miranda grabbed the handful of dirty socks and panties 
that were lying on the seat and shoved them back in the 
naked woman's mouth, muffling her sobs. 'Well, I have 
lots more fun and games planned for you, and now you'll 
have to amuse me, Jenna, Amy AND my sister and her 
three girls. Sure you'll love it though.' Miranda 
laughed and shoved the woman into the large sports bag. 
'I got this bag from the local girl's school, they used 
to keep hockey and soccer gear in it for away matches, 
so it's been filled with little girl's sweaty socks and 
shorts and stuff, wow, smells like it too. Anyway, I 
thought it would be just perfect to keep you in.'

Miranda's sister was a pretty brunette in her early 
thirties, and she had three lovely girls: Holly aged 
ten, Kaitlyn age seven and little Faith age five. They 
all had their mother's pretty looks, with long, light-
brown hair and sparkling green eyes. Miranda hugged her 
sister Alex, then introduced Jenna and Amy.

'Mom says you got a REAL slave, not a pretend one or 
anyfing,' Holly said all wide-eyed to Jenna.

'Yep!' Jenna said, all smiles, 'an it's a real grown-up 
wiv titties an stuff you can play wiv.'

'Cool,' said Kaitlyn, 'can we see.'

'Sure you can sweetie,' said Miranda, 'come give your 
auntie a hug first,' the little girl ran into her 
auntie's arms. Miranda smiled, her nieces all hugged 
her but they were looking excitedly over her shoulder 
as they did it, staring at the large black bag in the 
porch. Eventually Miranda dragged it inside, thankful 
it had little wheels on one end - Jane was a very small 
woman, but still a heavy dead weight to lug around.

Jane's Mistress unzipped her carrying bag and 
immediately tiny, grinning faces appeared, peering in 
at her.

'Go on!' said Jenna, 'you can touch if you like, you 
can do anyfing you want wiv her... we do, don't we 
Amy?' The younger girl nodded enthusiastically.

'I put Barbie dolls in it's cunny,' said Amy, 'an when 
we woz coming here I put a big, big spiky fing up there 
what randa gave me, and I had to kick it to make it go 
up.'

'Wow!' said Kaitlyn, obviously impressed.

'It's still up there... look!' said a giggling Amy as 
she unzipped the bag all the way and pointed to the end 
of the huge dildo, clearly visible protruding from the 
bound slave's vagina.

'Cool', said Holly, 'I bet that woz like, totally fun.'

'I dunno really,' admitted Jenna with a wicked smile, 
'coz I woz makin her lick my cunny when Amy woz doin 
it.'

Holly's face was a picture. 'It licks your cunny?' the 
girl said.

'Yeah, all the time,' Jenna giggled. 'An Amy's, and my 
friends, and Miranda's too.'

'Awesome!' said Kaitlyn.

'It licks butt holes too,' Amy informed them.

'No way!' said Holly, 'she kiddin us right?' the ten 
year-old asked Jenna, obviously suspecting the younger 
girl was exaggerating.

'No, she's telling the truth...' Jenna laughed, 'you 
can make her lick right up inside your butt hole any 
time you want, an you don't have to wash it or nuthin.' 
Jane let out a humiliated groan from her panty and sock 
stuffed mouth.

'I don't think she likes doin it Jenna,' laughed Holly.

'Course not, lickin butt holes is gross! But we can 
just make her do it coz she's ours.'

'Wow, you are so lucky,' said Kaitlyn.

'Well we can share okay!' Jenna offered her new 
friends, 'when we go an stay at our dad's you can keep 
her here an do gross stuff to her as much as you want.'

'Oh! Oh! Oh! Can we mommy? Can we?' said Holly 
excitedly.

'That's up to your aunty Miranda honey.'

'PLEASE Miranda... can we huh? Please!' Kaitlyn 
pleaded.

'Of course sweetie, she belongs more to Jenna and Amy 
than me, I just sort of look after her because it's a 
secret toy right?' Miranda said as Jenna and Amy 
nodded. 'So if they say you can borrow it, then you 
can.'

'COOL,' squealed the little girls in unison.

'Hey,' said Jenna, 'I know what... lets pull the big 
spiky thing out an put it back in again, I bet she 
would hate us to do that.'

'Do you like doing things that it hates best?' asked 
Kaitlyn.

'Yep!' said Jenna, 'that's most fun, doing stuff that 
it hates, like makin it lick you, an doin stuff wot 
hurts it... y'know, like torture an stuff.'

'Wot's it hate most,' asked a curious Holly.

'Oh, loads of stuff,' said Jenna, 'um... suckin feet, 
an lickin cunnys, an lickin butt holes, an wen you fart 
on its face, an havin our socks an panties in its mouth 
all the time, an... an... wen Amy puts stuff up its 
holes, an being whipped an smacked an stuff like that.'

Miranda dragged a naked, whimpering Jane from the bag 
and laid her on the carpet, the children closed in on 
the bound, naked slave like a pack of hungry dogs and 
soon they had her legs spread and her ankles tied to 
the coffee table. The laughing, happy little girls 
played with the big dildo, pulling it out of Jane's 
abused vagina, and roughly shoving it back in again, it 
was so huge it took all of them to do it.

Jane's distress was obvious, she writhed and squirmed 
in a vain attempt to escape her tiny tormentors, 
yelling constantly into her makeshift gag, which just 
made the game more fun for the girls. Jane felt as if 
she were going to split in two, it felt like the trunk 
of a whole tree were being forced into her pussy, she 
was sure she could feel the tip of the thing in her 
belly.

'You're right Jenna,' said Holly, 'it's sooo much more 
fun when it hates wot we do to it.'

Even though her mind was distracted by the screaming 
agony being inflicted on her vagina and the sheer 
humiliation of being a naked plaything for these 
children, Jane had noticed an ominous development. The 
girls had started to refer to her as 'it', as though in 
their minds she was slowly losing any connection with a 
human being. They didn't see her as a real person like 
them or other grown-ups they knew – now Jane was simply 
a 'thing' a 'toy'... an 'IT.'

A couple of hours later Alex made the girl's some lunch 
then they all ran giggling upstairs to look at each 
others bedrooms and clothes. Miranda and her sister sat 
around the coffee table with a glass of sparkling white 
wine each, they look at the sobbing wretch in the 
floor.

'She looks very shiny and sweaty,' grinned Alex, 'guess 
the girls gave her a good work out huh?'

'Oh yeah,' laughed Miranda, 'she gets a good workout 
most every day. Don't you bitch?' The naked slave 
nodded her head.

'So when do I get a go?' Alex gave a lustful stare at 
the prostrate forty-nine year-old.

'Anytime you want hon, but I wouldn't hang about if I 
were you, they're gonna be coming down for her soon.'

Miranda helped her sister get Jane upstairs to her 
bedroom, they unshackled the slave's ankles and made 
her walk, shoving her in the back if she slowed down. 
After the naked slave was tied safely to Alex's bed, 
Miranda went to soak in the tub.

Alex pulled the wet socks and panties from Jane's mouth 
as she straddled the bound woman's chest.

'Fuck!' she laughed, holding up the saliva soaked 
underwear, 'Miranda wasn't kidding was she, those 
little kids really DO own you. When you're not sucking 
on their socks and panties, you're sucking on their 
feet and cunts, what a life! If you can call it that - 
my sister's such a wonderfully wicked bitch.' 

Alex slid forward until her pussy was over Jane's 
mouth, and her clitoris touched the slave's nose. Jane 
breathed noisily, drawing air into her nostrils past 
the clit hood of the woman sat on her face. Then Alex 
began to rock gently to and fro as Jane slid her tongue 
into the vagina that pressed down hard on her mouth. 
Alex began to moan and groan and her pussy leaked 
profusely, pouring sticky juices into the slave's 
mouth. 

Jane tried to concentrate on getting the job done, it 
was what she always did when they made her do things 
like this. It was so difficult swallowing while her 
tongue was fully extended, but she'd drown if she 
didn't, the woman wasn't normal, her vagina leaked 
constantly filling the slave's mouth again and again, 
after every swallow. 

Suddenly Alex's thighs clamped about Jane's ears and 
the woman moaned even louder, then her whole body 
juddered... and then the floodgates opened. Jane 
thought the woman was pissing in her mouth, but it was 
cum – it felt like pints and pints and pints of horrid, 
sticky cum. Jane felt her belly filling with the stuff 
as she struggled not to vomit. Alex lost control and 
began to rub herself frantically on the slave's face, 
coating her in the slimy stuff, then she sat heavily on 
the sex-toy's face. 

Jane's mouth and nose were both squashed under the 
woman's pussy and Jane couldn't breathe, she panicked, 
struggling against her bonds and trying to work her 
head out from under the woman. This just excited Alex, 
who had an even bigger orgasm than the first time 
round, she bucked and writhed on the trapped face under 
her, filling the slave's mouth and nostrils with cum. 
Finally she slid back, freeing the wretched woman under 
her. Jane screamed, coughing and spitting the woman's 
slimy, sticky juices from her nose and mouth, as she 
gulped down air sobbing uncontrollably.

'Fuck that was good!' exclaimed Alex. 'Little sis was 
right... sex is sooo much better if someone else has to 
suffer for your pleasure!' she looked down at the 
distraught slave. 'Wouldn't it be fucking awesome to 
orgasm while you suffocated in my cunt?' Alex laughed 
evilly, 'Oh I wish bitch, but Miranda would never let 
me' she's planning on having years of fun with you... 
and I guess it would be kinda wasteful.' 

Alex shook her head letting her long, light-brown hair 
hang loose. 'It's amazing,' she said to the still 
gasping Jane, 'kids are so fucking clever about some 
things, they knew instinctively how much fun it was to 
torture someone while you're getting off at their 
expense... I guess it'll be my daughter's teaching me 
about sex in this set up.'


Alex dragged Jane to the bathroom where here sister was 
relaxing in a tub full of soapsuds. Jane was made to 
kneel in front of the sink, then Alex locked the 
slave's ankles together, filled the bowl and began to 
wash the naked woman's face and hair. It just made Jane 
feel more miserable, like she was a dildo this mom had 
used to have an orgasm, now she was washing it before 
putting it back in the dresser drawer. When the slave 
was clean of her sister's sticky cum Miranda spoke to 
her.

'What did you do Alex? Fill a fucking bucket with cum 
an stick her head in it. Jeez, what a mess. Guess it's 
been a while huh sis?'

'Too fucking long! But that was just fucking wonderful. 
Tell me your not going to take her away just yet sis?' 
Alex grabbed hold of Jane's tongue and tugged painfully 
on it, bringing tears to the slave's eyes. 'I want more 
of THIS – and I want it in my asshole next time, just 
like the girls do.'

'It's okay sis, we're gonna be here for most of the 
summer, the girl's mom trusts me. Anyway, like Jenna 
said, you can borrow her okay.'

'Okay,' said Alex, letting go of Jane's tongue. 'I just 
don't think I can go back to not having a fuck-toy 
after having a go. Fuck, you're such a clever bitch 
Miranda, how the hell did you pull this one off.'

'Awe, it's all about grabbing an opportunity when you 
see it. The stuck-up bitch was ripe for it, she thought 
she knew it all and I got her when she wasn't looking. 
Bet she has a shit load of regrets now.'

'No kidding,' said Alex as she listened to the girl's 
loud laughter coming from down the hall, 'imagine being 
a helpless slave to that lot!'

'Yeah, scary aint it,' Miranda laughed. 'Hey sis, drag 
the bitch over here will you.' Miranda dangled a leg 
over the side of the tub, 'suck my fucking toes bitch,' 
she ordered a kneeling Jane.

'They look pretty clean already,' Alex laughed.

'Yeah, I know, but it feels nice. I love the way she 
squirms her tongue in between my toes, it sort of 
tickles. The girls taught her that... it's why she's so 
good at it. Hours and hours of practice they put her 
through, except not with clean feet of course.' Miranda 
winked at Jane who knelt by the tub, her mouth full of 
her Mistress's foot. 

'Nope, they'd come in from school or playing in the 
yard, whip off their shoes and socks and then straight 
in the bitch's mouth. Can you imagine that? Sucking 
some schoolgirl's dirty feet! I should feel guilty 
about what I've done to her I guess... but... 
unfortunately for her I don't. I love it, and I'm just 
getting started. The two women laughed while Jane 
slurped on the feet of the woman responsible for all 
her misery.


Chapter Six: Trying Out The New Toy


Jane spent the night in Holly's bed, the girls had 
decided to let the older girl have a go first working 
down to the youngest. Miranda had tied Jane's ankles to 
a broom handle, spreading her legs, and now she lay on 
her back, naked and helpless in the ten year-olds bed. 
Holly wasn't sure what to do at first, the child was 
wearing a little white crop-top which came to just 
above her navel, pink panties and white ankle-socks, 
after a while she straddled Jane's stomach giggling 
nervously, then she started to bounce all excited and 
child like. 

It was all a little too much for Holly, everything was 
just too exciting, she had a fully grown-up naked woman 
in her bed and all she could think about were the 
things Jenna and Amy had told her, about how the slave 
thing would put it's tongue in her cunny, and even her 
butt. 

Holly got brave enough to take her panties off, and she 
would be shy normally, except this wasn't a real 
person, Jenna had told her about that, she'd told Holly 
about slaves and how they were just for making people 
happy and they weren't like real people, and how you 
could do anything to them – even stuff you thought up 
that no one else had done. 

Holly bounced up and down on the slave's belly, her 
little naked butt cheeks slapping against the slave's 
skin, then she sort of bounced up a bit, until she was 
sort of sitting just under its titties, so she played 
with them for a while. Slapping them was fun as they 
wobbled when she did it, sort of like jello, but 
pinching its nipples was best, as it hated that and 
even made little crying noises. Holly thought that was 
really cool, just like Jenna had said... it was much 
more fun when it was unhappy. 

Jenna said slaves weren't supposed to be happy and it 
wasn't good for them. They had to be kept really 
miserable all the time, and if you had a slave you had 
to be sure and be mean to it all the time. So holly 
gave the slave's nipple a really big pinch, squeezing 
as hard as she could, and it sort of yelped, like a dog 
when you trod on its tail by accident. Holly was 
getting really excited now! She wanted to thank her 
cool new friends by making the slave as miserable as 
possible. 

Then the ten year-old had an idea, she climbed off the 
slave and rummaged in her dresser drawer until she 
found the little sewing kit she found in a hotel room 
last summer. She took out the longest needle and 
climbed back on the toy-thing. Holly concentrated 
really hard, she grabbed a tittie and squeezed it so 
the nipple stuck out, then she pushed the needle right 
in the top. The slave screamed and started crying, 
which was really funny but too noisy, so holly pulled 
her socks off, picked up her panties, and stuffed them 
in its mouth, then she went back to her game. 

When the needle was nearly all the way in the little 
girl wiggled the end making the slave really cry lots. 
Then she got the box and began to stick more needles in 
and the slave had its head bent right back and it was 
making really weird noises, but it was definitely 
unhappy and that's what mattered. Now the slave's 
titties looked like tiny porcupines, with all their 
spines sticking out. It was so cool Holly jumped up and 
ran to get Jenna who was sleeping in the spare room 
with her sister.

Jenna looked at the moaning slave with all the needles 
sticking out of its titties.

'Wow Holly, that's the coolest thing, you are so 
clever!' said Jenna.

'I just thought of it, that's all, I just wanted her to 
be really, really unhappy so you would think I woz 
cool,' said Holly, who had completely forgotten that 
she wasn't wearing much more than the slave.

'I do think your cool,' said Jenna, 'you're my bestest 
best friend in the world.'

'Wow really?'

'Yeah, totally, an your really pretty an everything.'

'I'm not as pretty as you though Jenna, you are like a 
princess.'

'Yeah, you are!' said Jenna, 'you are like the best 
princess ever, like in stories.'

Holly giggled, 'oops! You can see my thingy,' and she 
stood with her legs crossed smiling at her new best 
friend.

'S'okay though right? Coz it's a pretty thingy, not 
like THAT ugly thing,' Jenna prodded Jane's vagina with 
her foot.

'Well... yeah, I guess... bet yours is pretty too.'

'It's sort of like yours I guess.'

'Show me!'

'Okay', Jenna wriggled out of her panties and stood 
there in a t-shirt and socks.

'Yep, it is kinda like mine, it's cute.'

Jenna grinned, 'lets punish it for having such an ugly 
cunny thing.'

'Okay,' said Holly, 'what shall we do?'

'Um... lets... make her lick your butt hole... yeah, an 
we'll leave the pins in while she does it.'

Jenna pulled the panty-sock gag out of Jane's mouth 
while a giggling Holly climbed on the slave's face, she 
was looking down toward the spiky titties just like 
Jenna told her, so he butt hole would be right over the 
slave's mouth. Jane began licking the girl's anus while 
Jenna wriggled the pins in her breasts making her sob 
and moan with the pain. The girls laughed.

'No way is she happy now,' said Jenna 'pins in her 
titties And she has to lick your butt.'

'Shame she can't lick butts an cunnys at the same 
time,' gasped Holly, 'that would be AWESOME!'

'Yeah, totally,' said Jenna, 'but you can put your 
finger there.'

'Where?' said Holly as she bounced her ass on the 
slave's mouth.

'Well...' said Jenna, 'here...' and she touched Holly's 
slit.

'Oh, yeah, that is nice...' Holly bounced harder and 
the tip of her friend's finger slid into her cunny.

'Sorry!' exclaimed Jenna, 'you sort of...'

'It's okay,' said holly, 'it's really nice, just like 
if it could lick both holes.'

'Cool,' Jenna said, 'I'll do it for you an you can do 
it for me, okay?'

'Yeah, okay,' grinned Holly.

Jane lay on her back with her breasts full of pins, 
tonguing out a ten year-olds ass, and to add to the 
humiliation the girl was being fingered off by her 
friend. The two girls were having some kind of pre-teen 
encounter and Jane was little more than a sex-toy in 
their little game. After a while Holly moved back so 
she was sitting on Jane's forehead covering her eyes, 
Jenna now straddled the slave's throat, her buttocks 
pressing painfully on the pins in the woman's breasts. 
A giggling Jenna would wriggle her finger into Holly's 
cunny for a while and then put it in Jane's mouth. 

The slave was then made to suck it and say, 'delicious, 
could I have more please Mistress?.'

Holly would laugh and say, 'Yeah sure, there's plenty, 
right Jen?' Then there would be more giggling and 
wriggling and the finger would be thrust into her mouth 
once more.

After a while the girls found a way to both use the 
Jane-the-licking-machine at the same time. Holly sat on 
the slave's face looking toward the top of the bed, so 
the naked woman's body was behind her, then she would 
slide backward until the slave's nose slipped inside 
her little anus. Jenna would sit the other way round, 
facing the slave's saggy titties, and she would place 
her ass directly over the helpless woman's mouth, both 
girls sat back to back, giggling and licking arms. 
Holly would finger herself to the feel of Jane's nose 
as it rubbed her asshole, while Jenna would be getting 
the full attention of the slave's tongue in her butt 
hole – after a while they would switch round, and the 
game would start again.

Jane remained in a state of panic for hours as she 
struggled to breathe, her survival instinct kicked in, 
overriding her desire to just die on the spot from 
disgust and humiliation. She learned to take vital 
breaths when she could. Whatever child was on her mouth 
only lifted up occasionally, usually to reach forward 
and viciously twist one of the slave's nipples, so 
Jane's main air supply came from the girl on her nose, 
(a position which left the horrified Jane staring 
straight at a bald, thin slit of a vagina, a constant 
reminder of how old her abusers were).

This child would wriggle constantly, bouncing up and 
down so the slave's nose was effectively fucking the 
girl in the ass. Jane's nose would pull free of the 
child's asshole for less than second on every six or so 
bounce, the helpless sex-toy would then sniff down air 
as quickly as she could before her nose was pushed into 
the girl's soft, little anus once more.


Alex woke early, she'd probably drunk more wine the 
night before than she meant to, but it had been such a 
wonderful day. She padded barefoot and still half 
asleep towards the bathroom, then as she passed Holly's 
room she decided to check up on her eldest daughter. 
Inside Holly and Jenna lay fast asleep in Holly's bed, 
snuggled in each other's arms, the slave had been 
kicked off the bed by the tired girls and lay naked on 
the floor, curled in a fetal position. Alex walked in 
quietly so as not to wake the girls, grabbed the slave 
by her collar and dragged her shuffling on her knees 
from the room.

'Ah,' said Alex, once they were in the hallway, 'poor 
little things, they look tired out, guess that's your 
fault bitch, if you were better at your job they would 
have been properly pleasured sooner and got to bed at a 
decent hour. You really are a useless fucking bitch 
aren't you?'

'Yes Mistress,' Jane whispered.

'Well, I didn't see much point in leaving you there, we 
don't have money to waste feeding you if you're going 
to lay around all day.'

Alex dragged the naked slave to the bathroom and threw 
her on the floor, then she pulled off her panties and 
straddled the slave's chest, shuffling up the helpless 
woman's body until her pussy was pressing against the 
pathetic bitch's mouth.

'Open up!' Alex commanded. Jane opened her mouth and 
almost immediately a hot jet of strong morning piss hit 
the back of her throat. 'Ah! That's better,' Alex 
sighed, allowing her weight to force her pussy onto the 
slave's mouth, 'don't just lay there bitch, lick it 
clean. Jeez, do you have to be told everything?' Jane 
began to lick the drops of urine from the woman's 
vagina lips. Alex yawned, 'fuck I'm tired, but time for 
one quick orgasm I guess. Okay bitch, do it... and 
don't make me tell you again.' 

Jane remembered the last time she had been using her 
tongue on this woman, and decided it would be better to 
get it over with quickly. The naked, bound slave stuck 
her tongue out as far as she could and began to lap at 
the cunt wedged firmly into her mouth like a starving 
dog at its food bowl. Alex began to gush cum almost 
immediately, gyrating her hips and moaning as she 
ground down onto her sex-toy's face. Jane's mouth 
filled with the stuff as it poured out of the woman's 
vagina almost as fast as her piss, when Jane couldn't 
swallow fast enough the gooey cum overflowed her mouth, 
trickling into her nose, then it ran down her cheeks 
and into her ears, it ran past her nose and into her 
eyes, she was drowning in vile, sticky cum. 

Alex enjoyed the way this panicked the slave, she got 
off on the helpless woman's suffering, cumming even 
more as she watched the bitch under her being covered 
in her juices – then she orgasmed, quivering to a slimy 
crescendo on the bitch whore's face. Alex sat still for 
a few minutes letting herself drain into the slut, 
while Jane had to endure this further humiliation in 
silence, her mouth open like some bucket under a leaky 
waste pipe. 

Finally Alex stood up, she dragged Jane over to the 
shower and hosed her face, hair and neck down. Then she 
threw the bound woman onto her back an blow-dried her 
hair. 'Don't worry slut,' Alex laughed, 'it's not so 
you'll look pretty, it would take a lot more than a 
fucking blow-drier to achieve that. But I can't have 
you wasting time laying around while your hair dries 
can I – there are plenty more pussies than mine to 
attend to you lazy bitch.'

When she was dry, Jane was dragged back down the 
hallway to Kaitlyn's room. Alex quietly pushed open the 
door and looked in at her sleeping seven year-old 
daughter. The girl's beautiful little face lay snuggled 
into her baby-blue pillow and her long, light-brown 
hair lay in a mass of light curls around her. Alex 
pulled Jane into the room, then she gently lifted the 
sleeping girl's covers. Kaitlyn was wearing white 
pajamas with little yellow flowers on them, her mother 
pulled gently at the waistband of the bottoms and 
carefully slid them down, past the girl's slim legs and 
over her pretty ankles and feet. Kaitlyn stirred a 
little, but didn't wake.

'You don't deserve anything this cute you disgusting 
old bitch,' Alex whispered, while still managing to put 
enough menace into her voice to terrify Jane. 'You 
should be sucking off old biker dykes in some public 
toilet... but then I guess that's where you'll end up 
when Miranda's finally bored with you. So I guess you 
better make the most of this young sweet stuff huh?' 
Alex pulled on Jane's collar and dragged the naked 
woman into Kaitlyn's bed. Then she locked Jane's ankle 
cuffs to the base of the girl's bed, leaving the 
slave's wrists clamped behind her back. 

Alex then carefully maneuvered the girl and the human 
sex-toy into position, she lifted the seven year-olds 
legs apart and placed Jane's head between them, pushing 
the bound woman's face between the little girl's ass 
cheeks, she laid Kaitlyn's leg carefully down so the 
child's smooth thighs trapped the slave's face in a 
pre-teen ass prison, then she bent down to whisper to 
the slave. Kaitlyn's thighs were clamped about her head 
and Jane could barely hear the child's mother, but she 
strained to listen, too terrified not to.

'You just lick her ass unless she wakes up and tells 
you different, understand? But I don't want her to wake 
up before morning, and I'm not going to be too happy 
with you if she does bitch. Your job is to use that 
useless tongue of yours to give her a few really nice 
dreams, and girls of ALL ages have nice dreams if they 
have some losers tongue wriggling its way up their 
asshole – not that you'll ever know bitch. Ah, look at 
her... pretty little girls should always have nice 
dreams, really cute dreams about all the fun things 
they're going to do, maybe she'll tell me about them at 
breakfast – no one cares what filthy ass licking whores 
like you dream about, assuming we ever let you sleep 
that is.' 

With that Alex pulled the covers over Jane, tucked her 
daughter in and quietly left the room. Kaitlyn's thighs 
squeezed Jane's head as the totally helpless woman 
began to probe the child's anus with her tongue.


Chapter Seven: How To Improve A Human Sex-Toy


Alex's breakfast table was of the circular smoked-glass 
type, supported by a single central pillar. The seven 
females sat round it eating breakfast, Miranda and Alex 
with toast and coffee, while Jenna, Amy, Holly, Kaitlyn 
and little Faith tucked into bowls of cereal and milk. 
A naked Jane crouched under the table while the 
giggling girls took it in turns to have their feet 
sucked, dragging the bound, forty-nine year-old wretch 
to their dangling tootsies by her leash, which they 
passed between them. Jenna tugged on the leash and 
Jane, whose ankles were strapped together, fell over. 

The girls looked at the miserable naked slave though 
the glass table, laughing hysterically as Jenna made 
her fall over, they watched as the woman struggled to 
her knees, then Holly flicked out a naked, pretty foot, 
kicking the slave between the legs and making her fall 
over again. 

Faith laughed so much milk came out of her nose. 
Eventually Jane got to her knees again and Jenna 
dragged her over, jamming a pretty foot into the 
slave's mouth. Jane began to slurp furiously on the 
child's foot, she wept in humiliation as she tasted the 
mouthful of wriggling little toes. Jenna lifted a 
spoonful of milk and sucked at it, mimicking the 
frantic slurping noises coming from their slave under 
the table – the girls all fell about laughing again.

'You girls have fun last night?' Miranda asked Jenna 
and Holly.

'Yeah,' said Jenna as she tried to stick her foot 
further into the kneeling slave's mouth, 'it was 
totally fun... but only coz Holly is so cool, this 
thing...' Jenna kicked one of Jane's breasts with her 
other foot, 'is stupid an lazy, an it took us ages to 
make it do stuff properly.'

'Yeah,' agreed Holly, 'we're gonna whip her later for 
it.' Jane started whimpering when she heard what the 
child said.

'Shut up bitch!' said Jenna, kicking Jane's swinging 
breasts again. 'You can like totally cry when we whip 
you okay? Your job is feet sucking now, so get on wiv 
it.'

'I am so gonna make her beg later,' said holly as she 
put another spoonful of cereal in her mouth.

Miranda leaned under the table, 'see what happens when 
you don't do your job properly slut? I hope they make 
you scream the place down.'

'Oh we will,' said Holly, 'we woz thinking up loads of 
cool ways to punish it when we woz in bed. Right 
Jenna?'

'Totally... she is REALLY gonna learn some lessons.' 
Jenna grabbed one of Jane's nipples with her little 
toes and squeezed it hard.

'What about you honey?' Alex asked Kaitlyn. 'Did you 
have fun with it?'

'Yep,' said the seven year-old as she watched the slave 
sucking Jenna's feet, 'but they are right to punish it 
mom, coz it's not THAT good at butt lickin, an that's 
my favorite thing in the whole world now.'

Miranda laughed and grabbed Jane by the hair, dragging 
her off Jenna's saliva soaked foot. 'Hear that bitch, 
you failed Asshole-Licking-101, you never could do 
anything right could you.'

'It's not long enough,' said Kaitlyn between mouthfuls.

'What's not honey?' Alex asked.

'Its tongue. It's not long enough... it don't go far 
enough up my butt. I want it to go up further Miranda, 
that would be like really cool.'

'Well,' said Miranda, letting go of Jane's hair and 
watching the miserable looking naked woman being 
dragged back under the table by Amy, who now had hold 
of the slave's leash, 'looks like you're a failure in 
the equipment department too. This is going to take 
more than just training.'

**

The SUV pulled up round the back of the small, but 
highly efficient looking clinic. Jane was zippered into 
her carrying bag in the back - the girls had undone it 
a little and were leaning over the back seat playing at 
reaching in through the hole and seeing what they could 
pinch. The one who got the loudest, muffled moan from 
the bitch-in-a-bag won.

'It's okay,' said Alex, 'I've known Sabrina for ever, 
you must remember her, she came round all the time when 
we were in High School together.'

'Vaguely,' said Miranda thoughtfully, 'but I think I 
was paying more attention to that blonde cheerleader 
you were hanging out with, she was fucking hot.'

'Oh... Debbie?' Alex laughed, 'yeah, she was pretty 
cute. But Sabrina was the one with all the brains. 
She's the leading Cosmetic Surgeon in the area now.'

'She own this whole place?'

'Yep. She works mostly as a consultant now, has three 
other surgeons working for her.'

'Wow,' whistled Miranda, 'nice setup. She know what we 
want?'

'Of course. I telephoned her last night and we had a 
long chat. She seemed... well... VERY interested.'

Dr Sabrina Collis was tall and slim, average looking, 
but with bright, intelligent dark eyes and long red 
hair. She greeted them in a smart, dark suit, kissed 
Alex on the cheek and ushered them in through a back 
door into a plush, air-conditioned office.

'Wow!' laughed Miranda looking around, 'I don't know if 
we can afford you Sabrina.'

'No problem,' smiled the doctor, 'I'll be happy with a 
cut of the action... if that's okay with you that is.'

'Oh I don't think that will be a problem,' Miranda 
said, 'we don't mind sharing do we girls?'

'Nope,' they all giggled in unison.

'We just want to make it better,' said Kaitlyn.

'Is she sick?' Asked Sabrina, smiling.

'No silly,' giggled Kaitlyn, 'better! Y'know, like more 
fun to play wiv.'

'Oh I see,' said the doctor, 'well, you've come to the 
right place. We improve people all the time here. It's 
what we do.'

Miranda hauled the black bag into the center of the 
room, undid the zipper and dragged the naked woman out, 
hauling her to her knees by the collar. Sabrina took 
something from her desk drawer and walked over to the 
terrified looking slave. The doctor pulled Jane's lower 
jaw down and grabbed her tongue in a set of stainless-
steel tongs, she pulled and the bound slave gave a 
gargled moan.

'That's what, an inch past her teeth at most?' Sabrina 
said, placing her hand on Jane's head and pushing it 
back so the slave was looking up at her. She released 
the frightened woman's tongue from the tongs. 'How do 
expect to pleasure a girl's ass like that?' she said to 
a silent Jane. 'No, it wont do at all...' Sabrina said 
to the crowd that had gathered round the kneeling slave 
to watch. 'An inch means she's just probing around the 
anus, which is probably quite pleasurable, but for real 
fun and games she needs to be able to lick the rectal 
walls.' Sabrina pointed to a diagram on the wall. 'You 
see girls... this is your butt hole, which we call the 
anus... and here, further inside your bodies, is the 
rectum. If she can get her tongue in there it will 
create much more pleasure for you.'

'Why's that doctor miss?' Asked Amy.

'Because there are special places in there that will 
make you go all tingly and nice if they're licked.'

'An it's too stupid to do it,' Jenna said to Amy, 'it's 
a pretty useless slave if it can't lick a girl's butt 
properly, right doctor.'

'Very useless,' Sabrina conceded, smiling, 'I mean, you 
or I couldn't get our tongues out that far either... 
but...' she said turning to look at Jane, 'it's not OUR 
job to please anyone with our tongues is it. That's 
what slaves are for.' Sabrina turned back to the girls, 
'don't worry, I can fix that for you. Now... while 
we're here, is there anything else that we can do to 
improve her for your pleasure?' Several little hands 
shot up at once. Sabrina laughed, and pointed at Holly, 
'what would you like sweetie?'

'I want rings through its cunny bits so I can pull on 
them.'

'Okay, good choice. And you?'

'I want a ring through its nose like a cow,' said Amy, 
'like wot I saw at the farm, an we can pull it along 
wiv it like wot the farmer did, that woz cool.'

'Yeah, an through her titties too,' said Kaitlyn, 'then 
we can like, lift em up an whip under em.'

'Okay,' said Sabrina, making notes in a little black 
book. 'Anything else?'

'Yeah,' said Holly, 'I can't get my feet in its mouth 
all the way coz its teeth dig into my foot.'

'So you want me to take her teeth out?'

'Yeah!' said Jenna, 'that would be so cool, then it 
would be totally helpless an it couldn't even bite us 
or anyfing, an it don't need teeth anyway, coz we just 
feed it mushy dog food an stuff like that.'

'That's interesting,' smiled Sabrina, winking at the 
two adults behind her. 'You girls certainly how a 
really good slave should be.'

'Oh! Oh!' said Kaitlyn, jumping up and down, her arm 
thrust into the air.

'Yes my dear?' Grinned Sabrina watching the excited 
little girl.

'An put rings in her eyelids, then we can make her keep 
her eyes open when she's doing really gross stuff' 
Kaitlyn said.

'Yeah, cool,' the girls said.

'Alright, let me have a chat with the grownups okay... 
why don't you tell your slave what she's going to have 
done. I bet she'll be really pleased don't you.'

'Yeah,' giggled Holly, 'knowing she's gonna be licking 
RIGHT up in our butts.'

'Can you do all that?' asked Miranda.

'No problem, it's very simple really. And don't worry, 
I'll do it myself, don't want anyone else involved do 
we... and I have nice Mexican nurse who would be quite 
happy to help, she's very discreet.'

'When can you start?' Alex asked.

'You might as well leave her here now,' Sabrina said, 
looking at the little girls as they crowded around the 
naked, kneeling form, taunting her, 'I'll try and get 
her back to you in twenty-four hours, there's no major 
surgery involved.'

To be continued? 

Sarahs_socks@hotmail.com

Sarah x

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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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