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Jill, Chapter Two
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This is an S&M story. It's NOT 'all consenting adults' BnD, it's nasty,
cruel, mean, and meant to offend those who want to be offended!
So, if you don't want to be offended, I guess you shouldn't read it!
And it's also not for re-distribution. RnE's is good enough for me.
Thanks, The Author.
Chapter 2 - Jill and Karen drive to the shops
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Jill walked into the parking lot keeping a small distance between her
and Karen. Ms Mitchell had briefly spoken to her at the receptions
before they'd left.
"I'm glad you've been sensible about all this Jill! I really am very
angry with you for spoiling my carpet, but I've decided to forgive you,
since you'll be working here. But from now on, I will NEVER expect you
to disagree with ANYTHING my people ask! Even if it's more horrible than
what happened before! I also expect you to be nice to everyone, smile at
them, and be gracious about doing what you're told. Do you understand?"
Jill had been quick to agree. She still felt flushed and humiliated
about pissing on the carpet, but, she decided, if it meant that her
little girl would have a better life it was worth it.
Karen opened the door of her car, a pale pink Porsche 944 Carrera and
Jill looked at it in wonder.
"Is this yours?" she asked, aghast. "Sure it is Jill, Ms Mitchell pays
very well when you do what you're told to. Now get in, and pull up your
sweater a little so I can so those lovely legs of yours a bit better!"
The pink wooly sweater was more of a dress really, reaching down to just
above Jill's knee. Very tight, it moulded her body perfectly, outlining
the swell of her 38" breasts, and Jill knew she looked sexy.
Tentatively, as she sat down, she pulled up the sweater's hem so that
her upper thigh was exposed.
"That's lovely Jill... now we'll go and do some shopping for you shall
we?"
As they pulled away from the parking space, Karen told her submissive
teenage passenger to reach behind the seat, and find what was in the
seat pocket. Jill pulled out a make-up bag, a map book, a copy of
'Rustler' and a can of windscreen de-icer.
"Put the map book down Jill and open the make-up bag darling. Tell me
what's in there"
"There's some lipstick... some eye shadow and mascara... foundation
and blusher.... styling gell ... hairspray..." Jill carefully examined
each item and described it to Karen.
"Good girl... put on some make-up then darling... Use lot's of blusher
and dark eye-makeup... Then tease your hair up a little. I'd like you to
look a bit 'new wave' for me?"
Jill had always enjoyed making herself up, and soon looked like the kind
of cute punky college girl who might like 'The Clash' or Billy Idol.
Jill admired herself in the sun shield's mirror. "How do I look Karen?"
she asked. "You look great Jill... now turn to the back few pages of the
magazine."
Jill turned the pages, quickly looking at the spreads of young girl's
pulling their labia apart and licking their lips for the camera. "Sexy
aren't they?" Karen said. Jill mumbled "yes.. I suppose so".
"I think we'll arrange for you to do some magazine modelling.. Would you
like that?" Jill wasn't too sure... Did Karen mean rude, nasty pictures
like these? Still she agreed as normal, as she leafed through to the
back pages.
These were full of telephone sex advertisments, with young girl's lying
on their back with spiral cord wrapped around their body's as they
licked the mouthpiece of the handset. "See if there's one called
'Naughty Lolitas'" suggested Karen. Jill quickly found it - in this one,
the girl looked to be about 15 (though Jill was sure that she was really
older). The girl wore her hair in pigtails, and was clutching a teddy-
bear as she pouted at the camera.
"I want you to phone it up, here's a credit card, and speak to one of
the girls. They're expecting you to say real nasty things to them... I
want you to be as nasty as you can. Tell them you're going to beat them,
anything... just be real slutty!"
"Sure!" said Jill. This wasn't too bad... no pain. She felt bad about
being nasty to a girl, especially since she wasn't sure that she fancied
girls. But she had promised to do what she was told, and expected that
this would be easy compared to other things she might have to endure.
Jill picked up the car-phone and dialed the number. "Hi! This us Naughty
Lolitas - Can I have your name and credit card number please?"
Jill read out the card details, then gave the mobile phone's number.
Shortly after the phone rang, and Karen pressed a button to make it work
on 'hands free'.
"Hello... is that Dawn Mitchell Biotechnology" came a young sounding
voice. "No... That's the name on the card... this is Jill."
"Hi Jill... I'm Sandy, a naughty lolita girl ... what do you want me to
be?"
Jill looked at Karen, who spoke. "Hi Sandy... This is Karen, and
I'll be listening. I want you to be called 'Maria' - your Jill's little
girl, eleven years old. Jill's going to be real nasty to you, but we'll
pay double OK?"
"Sure!" said Sandy. "Hiya Mummy Jill.. have I been a bad little girl?"
Jill wasn't too happy about this... but it was only a sort of fantasy
and it didn't hurt anyone. "Remember I want you to be VERY nasty! Call
her bad names and tell her what you're going to do to her" said Karen.
Jill wasn't too sure what to say. "Umm, well Maria... you're a naughty
girl, and you're very bad."
Sandy was a professional and knew what Karen wanted. She'd done this
kind of call before, mostly with men, and she knew how to help people
break down their reluctance to be cruel.
"Oh Mommy! Please don't call me a whorish cum-faced little tramp! I'm
Maria, your pretty little innocent eleven year old girl! I'm sorry if
you're cross with me... Don't undress me? It's cold here, and daddy's
watching us!"
"Well, umm, take your clothes off Maria" said Jill.
"OWW! Oh Mommy... you slapped me, OWWW, you slapped me again and your
finger nails have scratched my face. I'm undressing mommy.... see I've
unbuttoned the back of my little short green gymslip. I'm pulling it up
over my head, and I've only got on my little camisole and panties!"
"Please will you take them off?" said Jill.
"You've got a lot to learn kid" said Karen. "Remember... I won't tell
you again... She's a slut."
"Take them off slut..." said Jill more convincingly.
"Yes mommy... daddy's playing with his thing and watching me... Doesn't
he love me? Don't you love me? Mommy, it's me, Maria... Why are you
pulling down my panties?"
"Tell her you don't love her Jill" ordered Karen, as Jill spoke to the
girl.
"Your daddy and I hate you Maria, we don't want you anymore" said
Jill.
The brown haired teen's eyes were beginning to water, this was too close
to home for her, too much like the real life she had endured. Yet here
she was, pretending to be evil to her little girl, in a way she had
always sworn she would avoid.
Karen was carefully watching her emotions, enjoying every moment of it!
"Jill, what would your mummy do now? If she really hated you? Have a
guess, and do it to your little girl..."
"Maria, I'm putting you over my knee, and I'm taking the belt from
daddy. I'm whipping the belt over your pretty bottom, and it's going all
red and sore."
"Oh mommy, no OW OW... it hurts mommy, please stop. Mommy, you hit my
legs and it hurts. NO MUMMY, NOT MY BACK... OWWWW! What are you doing
Mommy? Why must I lie on my back? Mommy, those are my private parts..
why are you touching them?"
Karen nodded to Jill... "go on, play the game Jill".
"I'm pushing my finger into your pussy Maria, and your daddy's
coming over. Look, he's all big and hard! Let me just pull apart your
little pussy, and hold daddy's thingy so it's touching it" Jill turned
to Karen. "I can't go on with this, it's a horrible game!"
"Jill! You've promised to do what you're told... I'll forget that you
said that but get on with it!"
Jill spoke again. "And I'm pushing daddy's bottom towards you and
his cock's pushing inside your vagina Maria... Maria, I'm sorry!"
"NOOOOO!!!.. MUMMY!!! IT'S HURTING SO MUCH! He's too big mummy... make
him stop. Let go of my legs, let me put them together and stop him!
Mummy, I'm bleeding.. OWW! Don't push him deeper... it's too deep, and
OW! Something just broke inside of me! What was it Mommy?"
"It w-w-was your h-h-hyman Maria" Jill was now sobbing as she
spoke, while Karen was driving the automatic Porsche with one hand, and
gently rubbing Jill's pantie clad pussy with the other.
"Mommy, Daddy's pushing hard into me and out of me... please stop him...
if you love me even a little please stop him?" said the telephone girl,
who's previous little girl voice was now more adult with excitement at
the fantasy.
"N-No M-Maria. He's deep in you, and... and I'm slapping your
breasts while he pushes harder. Maria, Daddy's cumming inside of you,
your his little daughter-slut, and he's going to make you have
babies...". Karen gave Jill's clitoris a big pinch through the tight
cotton panties, as she felt a dampness along the poor girl's labia. She
might disapprove, thought Karen, but she's getting at least a bit turned
on!
Sandy/Maria carried on. "Oh... OH...OH. MOMMY! DADDY! It's all squirting
inside... OW! Mommy you hit my face Mommy! My eye hurts, don't squeeze
my nipples like that.. OW! OW! OW!
Ahhhhhhh!!!!!"
From the deep breathing from the other end, it sounded like Sandy had
enjoyed herself!
"Girls, that was great, I just came bucketloads!!"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it Sandy!" said Karen. "I'm not sure that Jill
did, she really has a baby-girl called Maria, and her Mom and Dad used
to do this stuff to her... Sexy huh?"
"Oh yes... Jill? You're a little cunt.. hope that Karen treats you real
nasty! And that your little slutty daughter has to go through the same
one day! Jill is your slave-slut isn't she Karen?"
"Not exactly... but she does what I tell her to. Say thanks to Sandy
Jill, I want you to call her every evening from home before you go to
bed. You two are going to be great friends, I guess that Sandy knows all
the sicko stuff from her dirty old men!"
"That's true enough" said Sandy. "I think I'll be mummy next time, by
the way."
"That's great!" Karen replied. "I'll call you again soon, you can let me
know how slutty Jilly's getting on. Have a nice day!"
"Bye Karen! Fuck you, you ugly little whore Jill!"
"Byebye Sandy.. Thanks" said Jill mournfully, dabbing a tissue to
her eyes as she recovered her composure, then turning to Karen. "Was I
ok?" she asked quietly.
"I've heard better.... I suppose I should tell Ms Mitchell that you
didn't really make an effort!"
"Oh Karen! No, Please don't do that! She might have me thrown out
of the appartment!" Karen surpressed a grin, knowing that all Ms
Mitchell had done to get the address was check out Jill's CV from the
recruitment agency! Silly little trollop.... Jill deserved all she got!
"Yes, I suppose she probably will. I might be willing to punish you
myself, and not tell Ms Mitchell. Then again, the way you've been acting
I don't see why I should be doing you favours!"
"Would you? Please punish me? I'll be so grateful... I don't want
to make Ms Mitchell more angry, after what I did." Jill pleaded.
"Well, maybe... But since I'm driving you'll have to help me!"
"I'll help! Promise I will.... just tell me what I have to do?"
"I'm too good to you!" said Karen, who was still fingering her pussy,
Jill now so used to it that she almost failed to notice. "Let me see the
de-icer you found".
Jill held up the small aerosol can, that contained a pressurised mixture
of salt and liquids. It had been left in the car after the winter's cold
spell had been icing up the windows.
Unlike the normal 'air freshioner' type aerosol's its small white cap
was connected to a 3" long thin plastic tube, the purpose of which was
to help de-freeze the door locks.
"Spray a little on my hand Jill" said Karen.
Jill directed the tube and depressed the button. "Ow! Stop... it's VERY
cold" laughed Karen. "Now, pass me the hair-spray". Moving her hand from
her pussy she took it, then held it up, swerving the car a little as she
read the instructions.
'Warning: Avoid contact with eyes and lips - Consult doctor if taken
internally' she read silently. "Good.... ok Jill, lift your legs up and
place them on the dashboard".
Jill moved her behind down the leather seat so that her head was halfway
up the leather back-rest. Then she raised her long, coltish legs up,
bending them at the knee and placing her sneakers on the dash. "Keep
your feet a couple of foot apart Jill!"
As Jill parted her knees she quickly looked around to check that there
were no trucks or buses nearby since in this position, anyone higher
than car-level would easily see up (well, down) her tight wooly dress.
However, they were on the freeway, and it seemed fairly quiet so she
felt safe.
"Good girl, you know you've got delicious thighs, I could really enjoy
kissing them..." said Karen.
"Is that the punishment?" asked Jill. "I thought it would be much
worse than that!" she giggled.
"No, sorry babes, we haven't started yet...". Jill sighed, expecting as
much. "I want you to push that de-icer tube into your little pussy....
No... I've got a better idea. Since it's so tiny, will you try to push
it into your urethra? That would be naughty!"
"What's a urethra Karen?" Jill asked timidly.
"You know, your little piss hole!" Jill was eager to please, and thought
that the tube was very thin. Slipping her panties down to half way
between her thighs and knees, she gently spread her pussy lips, and
found the little hole that she'd so unfortunately pissed out of earlier
that day. Slowly she tried to push the tube in, but her body clearly
wasn't going to accept it. "It won't go Karen.. Sorry...."
"You can do it Jill baby, just push your fingers into your pussy... I'm
sure a little slut like you can get them nice and greasy, and rub that
onto your pee hole?"
Jill did as requested, finding, true enough, that her pussy was still
creamy after the phone-sex call. When she tried pushing the tube in,
this time it slipped easily, albeit uncomfortably inside her body. "Is
that it?" Jill asked, wincing a little from the strange invasion. "No
baby-doll... Will you rape yourself with it? Thrust it all the way in,
then all the way out a few times... to be honest Jilly, I'd like to see
you bleed a tiny bit? Will you try?"
Jill nodded, and gritting her teeth, pushed the three inches of
tube into her body. The muscles that normally stopped her pissing when
she didn't want to fought the penetration, but by pulling it out then
thrusting it in more vigorously, Jill succeeded. "Ow... it's really
uncomformatble" Jill said, hoping that she might find some sympathy in
Karen. "I think it might be inside my bladder..."
"Punishments are always uncomfortable Jill! Otherwise they wouldn't be
punishments!"
Jill couldn't argue with her logic, and 'raped' herself a few times
with the tube. "Oww! I snagged myself inside! I think I'm bleeding!"
"Good girly... See, when you try, you're not quite such an air-head!"
"really?.. thanks Karen... Is that it now?" With a quiet 'pop' Jill
had pulled the little tube out, and sure enough, it was thinly coated
with her blood.
"No Jill, not quite finised yet... Now, I want you to push the can
itself into your pussy. Don't argue, it's not as long as Ms Mitchells
vibrator, and it's only a little bit wider!"
After finding that she could barely get her fingers into her hot little
snatch, Jill raised her knees up to her breasts, then spread them wide
apart. She looked up again, checking the road for traffic. "Don't worry
Jill, I'll tell you if anyone's coming. Just keep your eyes on your
pretty pussy."
Placing the can at the entrance to her cunt, Jill edged it between her
outer and inner labia. "Stop you silly fuck! Push the base in, otherwise
the tube will get all tangled up!"
Jill blushed, feeling silly, turned the can around, and pressed it's
flat round base against her cunt. Easing it in, left and right, she
managed to get the bevelled base inside, feeling her vagina stretch to
accomodate the 3" diameter cold metal tube.
As she pushed it in deeper, she felt the slightly wider base rub against
the top of her pussy, where it narrowed towards her cervix. Fortunately,
6" of length seemed plenty to Karen, who then ordered Jill to push the
thin outlet tube back into her urethra. "Just to fill you up properly"
she said.
Jill pushed two inches of the tiny plastic tube inside, jerking a little
when it almost touched the part that had been torn before. "Don't worry
baby, it can stop just before it touched the bleeding bit" Karen told
her.
Jill gave Karen her best smile, wondering if the tall blonde was
beginning to like her, even a little bit? It would be so nice to have a
friend at work, she thought. Especially one as pretty as Karen. Jill
made herself determined to be exactly what Karen wanted, and without
waiting to be asked reached up for a shoulder of her woolen dress.
Slipping it, then the other, over her shoulder, she slowly tugged the
dresses high neck downwards, stretching it a little, until her cleavage
was exposed. The bump of her nipples were just below where the wool
started.
"Why, that's lovely Jill - why did you do that?"
"To please you Karen... I want you to like me" the seventeen year
old replied, looking innocently at the beautiful, cruel driver. "Thank-
you Jilly! It does help me to like you, pull it down another inch and I
could love you!" she laughed. ".... now if you'd do what I told you, and
keep your eyes on your pussy I'd be really happy!"
Karen had said it nicely, and Jill eased the wool hem down so that her
small pert nipples were exposed. "Now Jill, please will you pull up your
panties?"
Jill pulled her legs together, grimaced as the cold metal in her pussy
dug into her vagina, but managed to step into the lacy cotton panties.
Reaching down, she tugged them up, until they were just below the
exposed cap of the de-icer tube, then placed her long spread legs back
upto the dash.
"Pull the panties up properly!" ordered Karen, waiting with a certain
anticipation. Jill did so, stretching the waistband up, over her pussy,
then releasing it naively.
Then Jill started screaming....
"AHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOO! HELP ME KAREN!" she cried, as the de-icer
started to pump it's freezing cold, salty stinging contents into her
torn urethra, and into her bladder.
"Let it happen Jilly-slut... be brave baby-doll... " said Karen,
grabbing Jill's right hand before it could reach her panties. Tell me
what you're feeling my pretty baby-whore?"
"Oh... Oh Karen... It stings, I hurt, I feel like I'm going to
die... My insides are going to pop... please take it out? My pussy's
numb, I can't move my legs... Help me, sob, help me please!!!"
"Let me cum first Jilly-slut? I'm almost there, and you can help me...
Jilly I can take it out if you look at me and open your mouth baby. Let
me see your pretty brown eyes wide open, and your lovely pink tongue
stretched out? For me? Please?"
Somehow from within the agony, Jill turned her head towards Karen, and
stretched open her tear filled eyes. Like the rustler girl's giving
make-believe blow-jobs she pushed out her tongue, giving a look like a
panting little whore.
Karen simply lifted the other can and sprayed it directly at Jill's
pretty face.
Jill's scream of absolute pain was music to Karen's ears, as the
hairspray filled the poor girl's eyes, and coated her cute pink tongue.
Karen's fingers manically rubbed up and down her clitoris, and she came,
over and over again. Jill's hands didn't know where to go... her mouth
that tasted like someone had sprayed acid into it, her eyes, that felt
like salt had been rubbed intio them? Her pussy felt like it might just
shatter from the freezing cold, and her bladder was agony as it visibly
distended under the tight pink dress.
Karen reached over and yanked the can from under Jill's panties. As soon
as it was out she dropped it, cold-blisters appearing on her fingers.
For a moment she was angry, why hadn't she worn gloves? Two minutes of
one of those pumping compressed liquids, and she could have guessed that
it might freeze. However, she got plenty of consolation from imagining
how Jill's puss would be once it 'thawed out'.
"Jill... it might hurt, but just think what the ozone layer has had to
put up with for the last fifty years?" Jill, who's hand was now pressed
against her bladder didn't seem to get the joke.
Suddenly Jill jerked up, and opened her reddened stinging eye's as she
heard a loud horn play 'yankee doodle dandee' through the open window.
The juggernaut's driver poked his head out and shouted down to the girls
"Heck of a show ladies... I've seen some wild things, but nothin'
matched that!"
As he pulled away, Jill just collapsed in tears, as Karen turned off the
freeway, towards the mall.
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End of part 2.
It's been awful quiet out there of late guys....(other than Mr Anon's
FL1P1 that you might like). Do I go on? Do you want more?
This tale is likely to go the way of the 'cute' series, kind of 'themed'
episodes, with some ongoing characters/ situations, and other's that
just appear in one chapter.
So, I'd like idea's for episodes. So far I've got :-
#1) Jill's interview, Forced to use dildo, made to piss herself.
#2) Trip to the shops, Dirty phone call, self inflicted de-
icer/hairspray punishment.
#3) (The next one). Shopping. Made to buy slutty clothes, model them,
let shop-girl abuse her. Something else, to be decided.
#4....#999 don't know.
So let me know.. Upload comments as JILLC01.ZIP etc. And if you write,
upload a story of your own. Especially ANON-SK (Sunder), or the writers
of higheel/bikers, or The Bard? Love your stuff, would like to see more
of it!
Thanks guys, The Author.
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