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 Dick and Jane

   Chapter 4

   By pylades



   That night Jane's frustration mounted when she remembered Kevin was
going to be late again.  When he finally dragged in around 10:00 he was in
no mood for action.  Jane was insanely horny from the last few days she had
spent with Frances.  She had been kept on edge from the constant teasing
and only allowed release once in all that time.  Her edginess was showing
and she snapped at Kevin, who didn't appear to notice.  He went to bed
early saying he was exhausted, leaving Jane to sit on the toilet and play
with her clitty.  Suddenly she heard Frances' voice in her head, "If you
get yourself off.  I will know.  Remember how I knew about the panties."
She stopped diddling herself and went to bed, spooning herself against
Kevin trying to entice him to wake up and take her, but it failed.  The
next morning Jane was like a caged animal.  She absentmindedly did her
chores, but all she wanted was to hear the phone ring, to hear Frances tell
her to come over.  She couldn't look at normal appliances without thinking
of their alternative uses.  Could the broomstick fit in her pussy, she
could dust with the feather duster lodged someplace.  Finally at 10:30 she
called Frances but there was no answer.  She looked at the wooden spoon on
the counter and thought of it crashing down on one of her asscheeks, then
the handle being rammed up her ass.  What was coming over her?  What had
Frances unleashed?  Jane thought for a moment that she may have scared
Frances away the way she scared Kevin at times.  Maybe she didn't want to
see Jane again.  At 11:30 she called Frances again but there was still no
answer.  Frustration mounted as she continued with her chores.  As she
vacuumed she placed the vibrating handle against her lips and almost came
from the contact.  After noon, she decided to go for a short walk around
the block.  Claire was home, Ms.  Stanton, Frances' car was there.  She
thought of ringing the bell, but decided against it.  As she was walking
back to her house she looked between the yards.  She could have sworn she
saw Kevin's car or one like it rolling down the other street.  Couldn't be.
She went in the kitchen to make some lunch.  Standing at the sink, she
could see the new neighbor, Keisha, walking across her yard.  Keisha was
wearing a thong bikini and every curve and muscle gleamed in the sunlight.
Jane was so rapt up in Keisha that it didn't register when she saw her open
the gate and come into Jane's yard.  Suddenly she heard the pounding on the
door and jumped to get it.  She opened the door and began to drink in the
ebony beauty before her but it was short lived.  Keisha grabbed her hair,
guiding her to her knees.  "Frances said I could use your pool, bitch," she
turned Jane's neck at an awkward angle.  "but I thought I would feed you
first." She pulled the thong away from her pussy lips.  "Here's your lunch,
bitch," she plopped her pussy down on the frightened girl's face.  "A
little creampie and when you finish that something really sweet for
dessert." She laughed as she brought all her weight down on Jane's
outstretched neck.  Jane could do nothing but begin licking the copious
male sperm flowing out of Keisha's cunt.  Keisha kept her at it for a full
twenty minutes, not satisfied until she had come a second time.  She
enjoyed the second one so much she just used Jane's face as a fuck device
sliding her crack over and over Jane's nose and chin.  Finally with a wail,
she let the girl go sending her sprawling onto the floor.  "You are one
good cuntlicker," Keisha wiped the sweat away.  "That's for damn sure." She
stuck her big toe into Jane's cuntlips and pulled it out.  "And girl you're
all wet." She offered the toe to Jane who licked her juices off of it. 
"Frances said no later than 1:30, so you better hightail it," Keisha walked
outside then dove in Jane's pool.  "I can't wait to get that tongue of
yours right up my shithole." Jane was laying, but from her position she saw
the clock turn 1:30.  She bolted up and ran to Frances' house.  Jane got to
the sliding door and saw Frances arms folded glaring at her.  Her six-foot
frame was imposing as she looked down at Jane and Jane sensing this lowered
her eyes and her body to its knees.  She waited.  Finally the door slide
open and Frances stood to the right of it.  "Strip." Jane rose and began
taking her clothes off.  As she got to her panties, Frances grabbed her arm
immediately.  "What's this?" Frances ran a finger across the edge of Jane's
lips.  She grabbed her hair and sniffed her face.  "What have you been up
to little janey?  Fucking the neighborhood again.  You know, when your
dickie was doing it he was only pretending, but with me it will be the real
deal." She jammed the finger into Jane's mouth making her gag from the
force.  "So I ask again what is it?" "I'm sorry Frances." A slap across the
face.  "Mistress." "I'm sorry mistress," Jane was close to tears.  "Keisha
came by and forced herself upon me." "Turn around and spread em," Jane
quickly complied.  She felt two fingers rammed up her cunt.  "You say you
were forced," the fingers pulled out then rammed back in, causing a squeal
to escape Jane.  "But by the feel of this pussy, I would have to say that
you enjoyed it immensely." "Please." "Please what my pet." "Please make me
come." "Do you think you deserve to come, my pet," the fingers were quickly
removed only to be jammed up the girl's asshole, causing a muted scream. 
"Since we met you haven't done anything that I have asked of you without
some form of fuck up." Frances duck walked Jane out to the kitchen using
the fingers up her ass to steer her.  "Do you see this floor?" she glared
at Jane.  "Yes, mistress." "What was the last thing I said to you before I
went upstairs yesterday." "You said to clean up the mess." "Do you call
this clean?" "I wiped up the floor..." "Do you call this clean?" Frances
kicked Jane in the crotch sending her reeling to the floor.  Frances
squatted down to her level and grabbed her hair, guiding it to a spot. 
"What is that?" "I don't know" Frances rubbed her face in it.  "Get out
that little pig tongue of yours and taste it." She held Jane's face there
until she saw the pink of a tongue emerge.  "Now what is it?" "Urine." "So
you didn't clean the floor as I asked of you?" "No maam" "You will now,"
she handed Jane a plastic bottle of mop and glo.  ""Get some on your hands,
that's it all over.  Now rub it on your tits, all over good get them
covered." With her foot she pushed Jane flat on the linoleum.  "Okay,
little piggy now its time to mop up the floor.  Use your tits, that's it
rub them along the stinky floor." Frances grabbed a riding crop off the
counter as Jane began to cry.  "Quit your fucking crying.  I'm going to
teach you how to properly mop a floor." The crop came down.  "You fucking
cunt you missed a spot." The crop came down again.  Jane wiggled on the
floor wiping the linoleum with her tits as Frances yelled admonishments at
her and beat her mercilessly with the crop.  Jane couldn't decide when the
orgasm came but it made her entire body contract then go into convulsions
it was so powerful.

   When Jane finished with the kitchen, her body was burning all over.  Her
face was scratched from Keisha's kinky pussy hair, her tits burned from the
cleaning solution and her nipples from the continuous rubbing along the
linoleum.  Her ass was burning from the riding crop wielded by Frances, who
began flailing her when she realized she had orgasmed.  And her pussy
burned from the rough toe of France's shoe that jammed itself up her as she
screamed in convulsions.  But she had never felt more satisfied in her
life, the degradation of being used as a cleaning implement was more than
she could take.  She didn't even feel pain as Frances grabbed her by the
hair and literally dragged her over her knee at the dining table.  Barely
registered the effect of the wooden spoon that was leaving pock like
bruises all along her flank.  "Thank you, mistress...thank you mistress,"
she cried as she accepted the pain.  "You filthy fucking cunt," she flailed
wildly, "I can't believe you just made another puddle in my kitchen.  You
sick bitch this is where I eat." Frances suddenly realized that Jane was
pushing up to meet the strokes, moaning as the wood made contact.  "I can't
believe you're getting off on this." She tossed the girl off her legs onto
the floor, got up and grabbed some paper towels.  "Clean up this fucking
mess," she threw them at her.  "No like before, I want to see those tits
wiping up the mess you made." Seeing Jane wiping the floor using just her
boobs with her ass up in the air was just too tempting and while Jane
undulated on the floor Frances beat her pussy with the wooden spoon.  "Next
time I'll have you cleaning up with just your tongue." She slapped the
spoon against Jane's cuntlips again and again eliciting a squeal each time.
Finally bored with this arrangement, Frances unceremoniously rammed the
handle of the wooden spoon up Jane's asshole, "Hold that as you sit in the
corner and contemplate your actions." Jane felt at first that the spoon may
have ruptured something as the pain was excruciating, but she waddled into
the corner and stood with her glowing rear facing the table.  Frances spent
the next half hour paying bills and ignoring the crying girl in the corner.
After several more minutes she called out.  "Come here, slave," Jane
immediately crawled to her, nuzzling against her thigh.  "You are my little
slave, aren't you," Frances ran a finger along the girl's jawline.  "I
could do anything I wanted to you right now and you wouldn't protest at all
would you?" "No mistress." "You do want to become the perfect slave for
Miss Frances don't you?" "Yes, mistress." Frances ran her finger down the
girl's neck, caressing the backbone down to her cheeks.  "And the perfect
slave always anticipates her mistress, doesn't she." "Yes.  Mistress."
Frances wrapped her fingers around the spoon, then wickedly ripped it out
of Jane's asshole.  "Then what the hell is this?" she poked the handle in
Jane's nostril.  "Sniff it," she twisted it in, "Sniff it and tell me if my
slave's ass is a clean ass." "No, mistress." "Open," she prodded the handle
against Jane's lips.  "You will be ready for me bright and early tomorrow.
I said open." She pushed the handle past Jane's lips.  "That smelly cunt of
yours better be clean and that nasty shitter better be clean too." She
pushed further causing Jane to gag.  "Now lick the filth off of this spoon,
that's it suck it like a cock.  Get all the shit off of it." She pushed
again.  "If I smell anything on this spoon when I pull it out, it's going
all the way up your ass the next time." Jane began slobbering over it then.
Licking every inch using her teeth, anything so that it did not find its
way back where it had been.