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 Dick and Jane

   Chapter 5

   By pylades



   Claire was curious by nature so when she saw Jane make her way over to
Frances' house, she decided she had to find out what was going on.  This
made it four days in a row and after seeing the looks that passed between
them at the party, Claire was certain that something was up.  Perhaps the
two were even having an illicit affair, my wouldn't that be juicy.  Claire
had experimented with girls before her marriage and had enjoyed it. 
Frances was too imposing but Jane, sweet petite Jane; she would be a real
treasure.  She pictured Jane bent over, Claire tasting her intimate petal
and found that her fingers had inched their way inside her shorts.  Maybe
later.  She nonchalantly made her way across the street and began circling
Frances' house looking for an opening to peer through.  Jane, on the other
hand, was waiting at the back door of France's house for Frances to let her
in.  She was still blushing from squatting over the toilet after Kevin left
and giving herself an enema.  It was deliciously decadent, but would have
been better coming from Frances, giving her ass up to the dominant woman.
Well, she was sure the woman had plenty planned for the day.  Kevin had
said he would be home late from work and France's husband was still away on
business, so Jane anticipated a long session.  The door flung open and
Frances stood before her in a silk robe.  "Strip." Jane moved to enter. 
"Strip outside," Frances drank from her coffee mug.  "And leave the clothes
you won't be needing them." "Frances, can't I just..." Scalding coffee
cascaded upon Jane's neck and chest.  "Aaaaah, I'm sorry, mistress," Jane
bowed and stepped back to take her clothes off on the patio.  A wave of
shame struck her with the idea that anyone walking along could see her pile
of clothes, could pick up her panties, could sniff her arousal.  She walked
back in but Frances refused to allow her to close the door.  "Kneel." Jane
fell to her knees.  She felt fingers entwine in her hair and a sloppy pussy
was forced on her face.  "Lick." She began licking her mistress' pussy,
taking long swipes from asshole to clitoris, following France's rocking
motion.  Jane tried to concentrate on her task, but the door remained open
and who knew what neighbor might walk by.  Jane wanted to get this over
with so she brought her hands up to caress Frances' flank.  'Just tongue."
Jane lowered her hands but it didn't matter much as Frances was beginning
to buck, using her entire face to bring herself off.  She had a hold of
Jane's hair like a leash and was humping her nose and jaw.  "Commming, oh
god coming." A torrent of liquid covered Jane's face and she tried to lap
it all up as it shot out, her own pussy was beginning to lube.  "Do you
want to wave to your girlfriend, Ms Stanton," Frances laughed, "and I think
Claire might have gotten a good eyeful." Jane was mortified but remained on
her knees and crawled through the door to Frances' kitchen.  The collar was
snapped over her throat, which always brought lubrication down there, and
Jane was ceremoniously led to the ottoman in the living room.  Frances
quickly went about securing Jane to the ottoman.  First her wrists were
placed in leather straps and buckled to the legs, then Frances kicked her
thighs apart and buckled her ankles to the other legs.  Jane found herself
suspended on her stomach, her head and tits hanging over one side, her ass
raised, thighs spread over the other.  "Here's how we play our little game
today," Frances brought over a tray and set it down next to Jane's face. 
It was filled with a wide assortment of straps, dildos, vibrators and other
accessories.  "I'm going to be having a party for the neighborhood women,"
she ran a nail down Jane's spine, "an adult party." She stopped at the
cleft of Jane's ass eliciting a moan.  "I think we should test out every
one of these before we show them to our friends," she grabbed Jane's chin
and stared into her eyes.  "Don't you think?" Jane let a small whimper
escape.  The nails dug into her flesh, "I said don't you think!" "Yes" "Yes
what." The other hand slapped her cheek, then again and again.  "Yes
mistress, yes mistress, yes mistress." "Don't you ever forget it," she
lifted Jane's head by her ponytail.  "Now let's start with something
small." She picked up a tiny butt plug no more than two inches long, maybe
a half an inch around.  "Open up," she shoved the pungent thing in Jane's
mouth, "and get it lubed for its next journey." She rose up with a small
whip in her hand.  "If you drop it," the whip came down on Jane's shoulder,
"I'll get his big brother", the whip on the other shoulder, "oh, and use
your tongue," the other shoulder "I want it clean," the other shoulder "I
wore that one all last night up my hinny." Frances laughed and a whimper
escaped Jane's lips as the whip began picking up momentum with each twirl.
Lash marks appeared as crisscrosses along Jane's back as the whip twirled
and twirled.  Jane was making adorable squealing noises every third or so,
but she kept the plug securely in her mouth, despite the taste.  To her
horror, she also felt her pussy lips blossoming and her juices beginning to
trickle down the inside of her chute.  She was going to that place again,
where wrong was right and black was white, the place that made her feel
secure and safe.  The plug was yanked from her mouth, "Enjoying yourself
already," France's lips were so close she could smell her breath.  "You are
a little whore aren't you?" "Yes mistress." "Much better." Frances rose
scraping her cuntlips against Jane's face as she went.  Then she turned and
squatted so that her ass was inches away from Jane's nose.  "You didn't
really think this little thing was going up your ass, did you?," she placed
the plug against her anus.  "What I need is a little lube, don't you
think?" she wiggled her ass in front of Jane.  "Now where could I find
some," to Jane's horror she stretched her tongue out and lowered her face
in shame at the look Frances was giving her.  "Why thank you, you little
lezzie bitch," she grabbed Jane's ponytail and aimed her tongue at her own
hole.  Jane knew better than to fight it and began lapping away at France's
asshole, her pussy now dripping onto the floor due to the humiliation of
servicing another woman so intimately.  "Get that tongue all the way up my
shitter, slut," Frances got on her hands and knees and pushed her ass back
against Jane's face.  "Oh no, here comes that big morning fart," Frances
let loose a loud one that filled the room with odor as Jane gagged on the
stench coughing and heaving.  "Get that tongue of yours back up there, you
queer," she offered herself again, "you know you love it." Jane touched the
hole again with her tongue, feeling the subservient power encompass her
once more.  After several minutes of laving the dank hole, Jane felt the
chute pull away from her tongue.  "That's enough," Jane felt the plug enter
her mouth, "now put the plug up my ass." Jane pushed forward with her mouth
and tongue until she felt France's hole give, "that's it now push with your
nose." Frances couldn't help laughing as Jane strained against the straps
holding her.

   Claire saw the vestiges of flesh enter the back door as she rounded the
corner, but she did not believe her eyes.  Was that really Jane who was
crawling naked through the back door?  She crept over and noticed a pile of
clothes on the patio.  Was it a trap?  She saw that it was the outfit that
she had seen Jane wear over.  She stared for several minutes, all sorts of
thoughts going through her head, but every thought revolved around a naked
Jane.  She stooped over and saw a pair of pink panties lying in the well of
the shorts.  She couldn't contain herself.  She picked up the panties and
crouched behind the bushes rubbing the crotch across her nose and lips as
she jerked off to the scent and taste of her neighbor across the street. 
The thought of where she was, what she was doing, and the sheer decadence
of whose it was sent her to a mind shattering orgasm that left her limp for
several minutes.  She removed her fingers from her quim and proceeded to
circle the house looking through the windows.  She could just make out
figures between the blinds in the living room.  Then her eyes widened in
surprise at the scene before her.  It appeared that Jane was lying across a
piece of furniture, maybe tied.  Frances was on hands and knees before her
with her ass pressed in Jane's face and she was rocking back and forth. 
She thought she could hear Frances scream, get that dyke tongue up my ass,
you little bitch, but it was muffled.  Claire suddenly felt flush, her
nipples hardened and she began to drench her own panties.  One hand went to
her tits, the other snaked its way down her stomach until it found her
clit. She watched Jane suddenly begin shaking her head from side to side,
while Frances laughed.  Claire's knees weakened as she watched Jane insert
the plug with her mouth, then buckled as she saw the butt plug Frances
brandished for Jane.

   "I was thinking this was more your style," Frances held the strange
looking thing in front of Jane's eyes.  It was a plastic pole with two
knobs on each end.  "It's called the stick shift," she held the thing up
and it did resemble a stick shift, it even had a number painted on one of
the balls like an eight ball.  She held the ball in her hand and moved it
back and forth in a shifting motion, "so you can go from first to second
and then overdrive." She viciously jerked the stick all the way up then
back.  "Imagine how this will feel up your shitter." Frances chuckled as
she squatted, bringing her cuntlips within inches of Jane's nose.  "You do
like my scent, don't you slut?" she rubbed her slit across Jane's nose and
lips as a groan escaped the tied woman.  "Come on say it," she began
rubbing the bulb of the stick shift across her pussylips, her voice
thickening.  "Say you love to worship my pussy," the bulb disappeared
inside her quim.  "Say it!" "I love to worship your pussy," Jane looked
straight into her eyes.  "Please fuck me Frances.  Please make me cum.  I
can't stand it, I'll do anything, just please..." Frances grabbed Jane's
cheeks in her nails, squeezing uncomfortably.  "You'll do anything I say,
whether I let you come or not," she pulled the girl's face up so she could
look into her eyes, that vision of innocent helplessness made her cream
once again.  The girl was trying to keep from crying, but a tear trickled
down her cheek.  Frances caught it with the tip of her tongue, savoring the
saltiness, the implication.  "And if you don't stop whining," she squeezed,
"I won't let you come for a week." Frances pulled the bulb out of her pussy
and popped it into Jane's mouth, jamming it into her throat cavity.  Jane
lost the ability to breathe and began thrashing in her bonds.  Her eyes
bulged as she choked on the plastic, making Frances almost swoon in bliss.
"See what you have done, little lamb," Jane saw the trickle on Frances'
thigh.  "I almost came just from seeing you suffer," she let up on the
stick and rose to her full frame.  "Make yourself useful and hold that for
me," she moved behind Jane and picked up something as Jane recognized the
thick syrupy taste.  She turned back holding a wicked looking paddle in her
hands.  Made of leather, there appeared to be tiny studs embroidered in it
with a series of holes.  "I want you to keep that nice and wet," Frances
bent over Jane's whispering in her ear.  "Because the better the
lubrication the easier it will go in," She licked the girl's ear, sending a
shiver through Jane.  "And we both know where that big thing is going to
end up." She gave a wicked laugh and swung the paddle.  "Mffflfgel." The
blow lifted Jane several inches off the floor, causing her to almost spit
the "Oh and if you drop it," Frances swung back for number two.  "You'll
get his big brother without advantage of any lubricant."
SMACK...SMACK...SMACK...SMACK Jane's muffled screams filled the room as
blow upon blow landed squarely upon her ass.  The pain from the whip was a
gradual ache, but this was immediate and vicious.  Each blow caught her ass
on fire and each blow was sending electricity to her pussy until eventually
her pussy was accepting the vibrations and flowing with the beats.  Jane
found herself rising slightly hoping to catch a blow right on the lips, to
ease the itch.  She knew now that this was where she belonged as the
muffled screams around the bulb now turned into muffled moans.

   Frances noticed too.  She was beginning to sweat from the exertion, but
she saw Jane inch her pussy up to accept a smack.  She began hitting higher
close to the tailbone causing more pain, but Jane kept raising her ass into
the paddle's arc.  Finally, Frances had enough and with a smirk she called
out, "and one to grow on" and moving the paddle vertically swung the paddle
along the asscrack and pussy of the helpless girl.  The leather splattered
against the swampy hole and Jane let out a grunt, dropping the butt plug as
a result.  Damn the girl came from me hitting her cunt, thought Frances,
but was relieved when Jane begged for another, "just one more, please, just
one more, god, just one".  She was jerking wildly, thrusting her cunt up in
the air, sobbing for more.  "Oh, little Janey dropped her toy," Frances'
smile was evil as she stooped to pick it up, both her titties coming into
contact with Jane's face.  She almost relented when she saw Jane stick her
tongue out swiping at the air.  "Soon my precious," she brushed back Jane's
bangs.  "What to do, what to do?  You got your toy all dirty, I guess I'll
have to wipe it off for you," she wiped the saliva covered phallus in
Jane's hair.  "Please fuck me mistress," Jane sobbed, "fuck me hard, fuck
me good." "I'm getting a little tired of your whining," Frances finished
wiping all compassion leaving her voice, "you want something to whine about
I'll give you something." And she rammed the phallus right up Jane's ass,
reveling in the scream emanating from the girl's lips.  She could hold
herself back no longer and squatting against Jane's face proceeded to hump
it as she shifted the stick back and forth in Jane's asshole.  Each shift
resulted in a yip form the girl and caused Frances to come much quicker
than she would have liked.

   Claire outside finally collapsed after her twelfth or thirteenth orgasm.
She still held Jane's panties against her nose as she tattooed her pussy
lips over and over.  She had not come so powerfully in years.  She put the
panties in her pocket as a keepsake and maybe a bargaining tool for later,
maybe.

   Jane had no idea how long she had spent tied to the ottoman.  After
Frances compused herself from her orgasm, she pulled over a trunk filled
with toys she wished to try out.  Jane's eyes bulged when she saw the
trunk; another that looked frightening identical to the one she kept in her
attic, for those times.  Frances grabbed the girl around the middle and
pulled her forward until Jane's tits sagged over the ottoman hanging
freely. She then proceed to roll Jane's nipples between finger and thumb
until they stuck out like erasers.  With a dangerous smile she brought out
two alligator clamps and had a mini cum from observing the squirming girl
draped over her furniture.  "Nooo, please no mistress," Jane attempted to
wrench her arms free of the straps.  "You're just going to have to learn to
accept," Frances slapped her once, twice across the face, "the inevitable.
We can't have you speaking out of turn." With that she applied the first
clamp to the squealing girl's nipple.  The sound sent a jolt through both
women's pussies for opposite reasons.  Frances then ran the chain through
the metal ring of the collar and squeezing and rolling applied the other
clamp.  Jane's head raised slightly as she screamed, only to realize that
the tension in the chain caused her to pull on her nipples even harder. 
"Now to test out some of these lovelies," Frances pulled out several gags
from the trunk and Jane cringed as she recognized two as her own.  The
thought that Frances had gone into the house or that somehow her husband
was involved sent her into a thrashing rage, which threatened to rip the
clamps off of her nipples.  Now cries of rage became cries of pain as
Frances delivered several blows with a paddle.  Frances grabbed the girl's
face harshly, digging in her nails, "This should shut you up, you little
bitch.D" She jammed a ball gag into Jane's mouth and strapped it on.

   Frances spent a good part of an hour testing gags on her little
plaything.  She asked a barrage of questions about each, did it fit, did it
expand well, was it filling her slut throat, did it make Jane's pussy leak.
Jane could only answer with a nod of her head on way or the other.  Each
nod caused the chain on the collar to tauten and the clips to pull.  Each
new gag required Frances to pull Jane's face upright and Jane was made to
docilely obey every command in order for her nipples not to be torn off by
the biting edges.  Tears now streamed down her face as she was barraged
with questions about the inflatable gag, a dildo gag forced down her
throat. Have you ever used it to its capacity, can you only use it so long,
does it cut off your breathing, Have you ever stuck it up your ass?  Jane
was close to delirium, she could not answer yes with the dildo gag forced
down her throat, with each sway of her head the clamps seemed to rake
across virgin nib, her pussy was leaking so freely that she shuddered to
think of the puddle on the floor and she was so fucking horny she would
fuck a flagpole to get off; the itch in her pussy was that bad.  "Damn,
girl," Frances laughed, "you're drooling out of both ends." She caressed
her cheek, "Don't worry though, you'll be doing all the cleaning up later
with your tongue." Jane felt something nudge against her pussy lips and
began humping wildly, the chain jingling on the collar.  She felt a bulbous
head enter her and twist back and forth, then swirl around.  The beginnings
of an orgasm were beginning to take control of her body, the delicious
sensations...the moan could be felt more as a vibration then heard because
of the gag.  It caused Frances to shudder and cum on the spot as she
reached two fingers to her cunt to collect the discharge.  She took out her
fingers and wiped them across Jane's nostrils.  "Smell how hot you've
gotten me, my little bitch," France's voice was husky.  "I was just using
you to lubricate this." Jane felt the inflatable gag at the entrance to her
asshole and grimaced as Frances jammed it in.  Each squeeze let Jane know
it was in there, then she felt stuffed as Frances pumped it up as far as it
would go.  "Now for the moment you've been waiting for," Jane watched as
Frances buckled straps then presented her with the biggest dildo she had
seen in a while.  At ten inches four inches around it was a monster
protruding from France's hips.  "Now I'm going to fuck you until you beg me
to stop." But Jane was already presenting herself, her pussy gaped open
enticing the intruder.  "It doesn't even look like we'll need any
lubricant." Jane's pussy practically sucked in the phallus upon contact and
Frances began the wildest ride of her life.  No amount of pummeling was too
great, she thrust as hard as she could, smashing the pussy underneath her;
skewering the little bitch over and over, but Jane was up to the task.  She
gave as good as she got, thrashing upward to meet each impalement.  Her
moans reverberated throughout her body like a vibrator, her pussy spasmed
and spasmed making the squishing sounds as the balls of the fake cock
pounded her lips, sending shivers up France's spine at the contact.  She
kept pounding until it became too much and the balls rubbing her clit sent
her into an orgasmic seizure.  Frances remained still, watching as Jane
fucked herself wildly upon the dildo, forcing her hips back to meet the
thrust, until with a burst of energy she pulled the clamps off her nipples
and began shaking in a multi-orgasmic reverie.  Frances began her pounding
again and was rewarded when sweet little janey began squirting and
screaming and pissing and cumming all at once, and then passed out.