Big Jan, Little Jan, Part 8 by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com) Her body movements finally stopped just before the heavy weight was removed from her. She breathed a sigh of relief as no one else was waiting to fuck her. She was numb from the waist down and was so stiff and sore she could hardly move. Rolling onto her side, she felt her tender breast flop to the side and reached for her burning pussy. That and her aching asshole were the only two things she felt. She moaned trying to get comfortable. "Get up, whore," she heard someone shouting from someplace above her. She groaned something, struggling to turn her head in the direction of the voice. Throughout the night she drifted in and out of consciousness, remembering the staggering number of men abusing her body in bits and pieces. It was better that way as she really didn't want to remember what happened. "I said `GET UP!'" the stern male voice repeated. A shoe went to her side and pushed, sending her onto her back. Staring at the single, low-watt bulb suspended several feet above, she attempted to focus on the looming form towering over her. "Get your whore outta my bar!" a man yelled, moving away. She felt like shit, even worse than her night at the frat house. These guys were brutal and she vaguely remembers someone lifting her small body from the pool table with his cock still embedded deep inside of her, and carrying her into the dingy, cold back room where a thin, army-cot mattress was haphazardly thrown in the corner. The small room was suddenly filled with men as they all crowded around to be the next to get a piece of the child-whore. Someone pulled her arms, sitting her up and releasing a loud, juicy pussy-fart along with a torrent of slime. Her 41-year-old body felt as if it had aged 20 years as she was stiff and achy all over, unable to remain seated upright without someone holding onto her. "Come on, Jan, I want to go home," she heard the familiar voice of her friend saying as she attempted to lift the larger woman from the small mattress. "Toby, can you help me with her?" she shouted after unsuccessfully struggling to get her up. The mountain-size man grabbed her arm, pulling her to her feet and bent over to throw her across his shoulder. "I need to pee!" Jan shouted, looking down at the man's heels. "Damn it, Jan!" Sharon shouted slapping her wide ass. "You're just stalling!" "No, I really got to go. Please. Plus I want to clean up," she asked thankful as he headed toward the women's restroom. Urine hissed out of her, splashing in the bowl and she cringed from the burning sensation the hot liquid caused. Wiping, she didn't look, didn't want to see what condition the men had left her poor pussy in. It would have been nearly impossible for big Jan to take on that many men and walk away from it unscathed, but little Jan bore most of the burden as she spent the most time with the men. "Hurry up!" Sharon called out slapping her palm against the portion wall. "Give me a minute will you? I'm not feeling that great right now!" "Yea, yea, yea, whatever just hurry your ass up. Toby's taking you home and he's waiting. If you don't get your ass moving, he's gunna leave you!" she threatened leaving the restroom. Quivering as she made her way to the sink, she glanced at herself in the dirty, cracked mirror and cringed. She looked as bad as she felt. Splashing water on her face and between her legs she delicately made her way to meet them outside. Sharon, Max, Toby and some other guy she didn't remember seeing before was waiting near the front door. "Let's go!" Sharon called out once more grabbing her purse. "I need my clothes!" Jan cried out looking around the dark room for her belongings. "It's four-fuckin'-thirty in the morning. No one's going to see you naked or care if they did," Sharon replied angrily walking toward her. "Move your ass, we don't have all night for this shit!" The unknown man left with Max and Sharon jumped into the front seat of the pickup truck with Toby and slammed the door. "Where am I going to sit?" Jan asked reaching for the handle. "Get in the fucking back, whore!" she shouted out before rolling the window up. Toby was revving the engine, rushing her along. In her current state, she wasn't able to climb in the back so he got out, grabbed her by the waist, tossing her into the bed. She landed with a clunk, bruising her knees. He took off, causing her to fall to the side and roll around as he drove too fast down the small streets. The drive took longer and the roads seemed much rougher but soon he was backing into her driveway, right up to the back of her car. Getting out, Toby dropped the tailgate, grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her to the edge of the truck. "You can get down from here or I'll finish pulling your skanky ass out, your choice." Gingerly she hopped down, landing too hard on the concrete and falling into his arms. "Bitch, don't get that shit on me, I got a woman at home and if I show up with that crap on me, she'll go ape shit!" he said sliding her to the side to lean against her trunk. She turned to watch as he got back into the truck and took off, squealing his tires as he turned onto the street. It took her several minutes to make it to the door, which she discovered was locked. Collapsing, she rested against the door and closed her eyes to sleep. She was exhausted. *** "Ma'am," she heard a voice from far away. It was like she was in a deep cave and the sound was muffled and at a great distance. "Are you okay?" the voice was closer. She felt something wet and rough on her face and the foul stench of ass breathing on her. Slowly she opened her eyes to see a large, hairy dog panting just inches from her face, drooling on her breasts. "Are you okay?" she heard again and looked up to see a tall man about her age behind the dog holding its leash. "Do you need me to call someone for you?" "No, I'm okay," she muttered remembering she was naked outside of her house. Modestly she covered her breasts with her arms and closed her legs, attempting to hide. "Were you beaten and raped?" he asked pulling the dog away from her. "You look pretty bad. I can call an ambulance, if you want." "No! That's okay. I'll be fine once I get some sleep. What time is it?" She asked noticing the sun was starting to shine. "It's about 6:15. Do you live here?" he asked looking around at the house. She nodded. "Where's you key?" "I lost it and my sons are asleep." "Where's your husband?" "Hell if I know. He walked out and I haven't seen him since," she said feeling strong enough to sit up straight. "No husband, huh?" he asked running his eyes up and down the shapely woman's nude body. She looked a little rough around the edges and must have had a hell of a night last night, but... Glancing around the area, no one was outside on the early Sunday morning. "Let me help you get inside, okay?" he asked tying his dog to the handrail and checking the windows. The garage window was unlocked so he climbed through and found the inner door unlocked. Heading through the house, he opened the door, watching as the dazed woman fell backward into the house. "Here, let me help you up," he said making sure to brush his hands over her large breasts. Gripping her under her arms, he pulled her inside, noticing the trail of water in her wake. Glancing outside once again, he closed the door and stood over the naked woman. The house was quiet, only the ticking of a distant clock breaking the silence. His cock swelled under his touch as he stared at her, licking his lips. She had some meat on her, not like these skinny Hollywood types and should be a fun ride. Pulling the front of his sweats down, he freed his cock stroking it just a few times. Standing between her ankles, he frivolously pushed them further apart, smiling as her inflamed pussy gaped open, releasing more fluid onto the carpet below. She had fallen asleep again and snored lightly. He licked his lips. Her body had been severely abused, of that he was sure, but she seemed to be okay. The bruises, scratches and bloody knees would heal and the swelling around her cunt would go down, eventually. Her lips had the puffiness of Angelia Jolie and dark circles under her eyes could have been nothing. Dropping to his knees between her legs, he leaned forward, holding himself up with his left hand while guiding his erection toward her pussy with the other. She was scolding hot inside and very wet. More wet than anything he'd ever fucked before. More wet than any normal woman should be. "Damn, you're full of cum, aren't you?" he whispered into her unresponsive ear. She grunted as he thrust hard against her, sending the last few inches of his manhood deep into her belly. Her head bobbed from side to side as she slowly opened her eyes to peer into the face of the stranger on top of her. Is he fucking her? Her unconscious mind gradually became aware of what was going on. She was inside of her house, no longer in the bar and some stranger was fucking her. Her arms felt like lead as she tried to raise them to push him off. He was going faster now, thrusting as hard as he could into her, drowning out the clock with the slapping sounds of her sloppy, cum-filled hole echoing throughout the room. She lay still as he dropped onto her body, pulling her husky thighs upward to entrench himself better between them. She cried out as his cock raked harshly across her raw labia and into her painful vagina. Briefly she thought of Richard and how he had done the exact same thing to her the day before. His strokes slowed, his panting quickened, his garbled sounds growing louder and soon he stopped, remaining still on top of her. He sighed relief as he sat up, removing his dwindling cock from her battered hole with a smile. "Thanks for the fuck," he said pulling his sweats back into place before reaching for the door. He turned and smiled at the debased woman before leaving. Even if she reported the rape, she had so much cum already inside of her it would be impossible to distinguish his from the others. Untying his dog, he finished his morning walk around the neighborhood before heading home. *** "MOM!" the scream jarred her from her slumber as her body jerked wildly, trying to focus on what was wrong. It was Michael's voice and he sounded as if he were in trouble. Struggling to sit up, she turned to see the disgusting look on her youngest son's face. "Mom, what happened to you?" Realization set in on his dilemma as she hadn't moved from the spot where the man earlier had fucked her. No raped her. She was still naked and still dirty and battered, enough to cause anguish in Michael. "Get me a towel, Honey," she moaned, hardly louder than a cough. He stood for several long seconds staring at his mother before she repeated her request. He rushed back, carrying a terry cloth towel and stood several feet away holding it out for her. "I'll need your help," she said twisting her body to sit up, forcing out more semen onto the rug. "Help me up, Honey," she said reaching out for him. He stared at her as if she were a leper, dropping the towel near her. "Michael, come here, I need your help to stand!" she said more forcefully. Slowly he went to her, putting his arm under hers and trying to life her. She weighed as much as he did so it was a struggle to get her up. Finally after three tries, she was up and supporting herself on the corner table. Michael turned his nose up at her smell and couldn't help but notice the steady stream of mostly clear liquid poured out from between her legs and run down to the floor. "Mom, what happened?" he asked again, helping her step by step toward her room. "I don't want to talk about it..." *** The hour-long bath felt great and she was actually beginning to feel like herself again. A painful version, but still not anywhere near what it had been before. The water had grown cold before she was able to pull herself out and fumble her way naked to bed. She didn't have the strength or the will to dress herself. If Richard came home and caught her like that again, he'd just have to deal with it. Pulling the sheets to her chin, it took no time for her to fall asleep. "Time to wake up, Jan," someone said shaking her. Slowly her eyes opened to see Sharon's bitter face just a few inches from hers. During her sleep she didn't stir and was exactly the same way. "Come on, wake up, you don't wanna sleep all day, do you?" she asked sitting next to her. "Wh... what time is it?" she muttered sitting up, still lightheaded and every bit as sore as when she fell asleep. "It's late, don't worry about the time, and just know it's getting late." Glancing to the clock on the table she saw it was 9:56. "Why are you here and why so early?" "Big plans for you today, Jan. Here, I got you something," she said reaching into a small paper bag, pulling out what appeared to be a dog collar. "What's that?" "It's your new collar. It even has your name in diamonds on it, see," she said flashing it to her. "Very funny, Sharon. It says `whore'. She smiled, moving to her side. "Let me put it on you, move your hair a little." "I'm not wearing that stupid thing so don't even think about it!" "Just try it on. I want to see how it looks. Vinnie bought one for me just like it but mine says `slut'. "Forget it!" Dropping her arms, she glared at Jan. "I know what you need, a little picker-upper. Here, I got just what you need," she said pulling out a metal vial with a screw on cap. A small wand with a little spoon at the base was attached to the lip and Sharon scooped out a hefty amount of the white substance, bringing it closer to her. "I'll hold it, you snort." she said putting her arm around her head to close one side of her nose. Jan stared at the pile just a few inches away from her nose. She had been craving it for hours and knew how much better she'd feel once she had some, but she wasn't a junkie and didn't want to turn into one. "Here, let me help," Sharon said smiling. Once the first pile was gone, she returned the spoon to the vial to refill it. Her head was jerking and her fingers went to her nose as the cocaine burned into her sinus cavity. "Again," she said holding it under the open nostril. She inhaled hard, pulling the drug deep into her brain. Her eyes closed, her head dropped back against the headboard as she smiled. Sharon reached for the collar, slipping it around her neck and fastened it securely. The action brought Jan from her daze as she realized the collar was too tight and she was having trouble breathing. Digging her fingers under the band, she pleaded to remove it. "Sharon, please, it's too tight," she gasped through broken words. "Please, take it off!" She sat back down smiling as the struggling woman tried futilely to remove the collar. "DAMN IT, SHARON! This isn't funny; take this fucking thing off of me NOW!" "I'm afraid I can't do that right now," she said reaching into the bag once again. "Let me fix it for you, okay?" she said moving to stand beside her panicking woman to do something to the buckle before sitting back down. "It's still too tight," she mumbled, her voice cracking and strained. "I thought you were fixing it," she moaned. "I did fix it. I put a lock on it so one can take it off." "Sharon, please, it's not funny, take it off..." "Well, Jan, if it's too tight for you, I'm sure it's not too tight for little Jan. Maybe you should bring her out," she said grinning. "This should help," she added reaching into bag to retrieve a small, purple vibrator. Turning it on, she watched as the two-inch bullet began humming like crazy before dropping it next to the struggling woman. Tears were rolling down, her face was turning beet red, and she was sweating and gasping while still fighting to remove the choker. "You're not looking very good there, Jan, I suggest you get started before it's too late." "I'm... not... doing... that..." she wheezed hardly above a whisper. "You can either stay like that and slowly choke to death, or you can do what I tell you and change." "Change... and... be... fucked... to ... death." "I can't think of a better way to die," she replied smiling. "P...please..." "Oh, I almost forgot the best part!" she joyfully stated reaching into her purse, pulling out a remote control device. "It's also a shock collar and I can control how strong and how long you get shocked by this," she said waving it in front of her face. "Watch. This is the lowest setting," she said turning it on to see her friend suddenly jerk from surprise. It was low enough not to feel much more than a vibration. "Here's the next level," she said turning the dial once and watching as Jan began pulling harder at her neck. "This is level three," she added clicking it once more watching as Jan's eyes rolled up inside her lids. "There are ten levels but I'm sure I'll never have to go that high, will I?" she asked turning the device off. "Now, like I said, little Jan needs to be here to keep your dumb ass from choking to death." Taking her hand, she slipped the vibrator into it and turned it on high. Keeping one hand around the collar hoping to minimize the tightness, she used the other hand to hold the powerful vibrator to her tender clitoris. It was painful, but unexpectedly pleasant. The cocaine had dulled her aches the collar restricted the blood flow to her brain, making her lightheaded and the vibrations on her clit sent chills down her body. She knew what she needed to do and closed her eyes. It needs to happen fast. Sharon smiled as she watched her dear old friend suddenly melt away into the little sex toy that will soon be earning them thousands of dollars everyday. Jan stopped struggling with the collar as it was loose enough to spin it around slightly. "We need to pick out something for you to wear," she said rising from the bed to check out Jan's closet. "Something sexy." "Sharon, why are you doing this? I thought you were my friend. Friends don't do shit like this to each other. You're my kids' God Mother for crying out loud! So please, tell me, why?" "Because I can." "That's not going to cut it, damn it! I want to know why you're putting me though this hell and I think I deserve to know!" Leaving the closet she sat next to the distressed little girl. "You don't know what it's been like for me these past 20 years. I hated Richard from the beginning because he took my soul mate away from me. You were the only one that I could talk to and do shit with and you not judge me. Hell, you were doing most of the same shit I was doing so who cared? Then you became this wholesome, loving woman and married a good looking, successful and wonderful man while I struggled just to keep a roof over my head." "I'm sorry you had a rough life, but how is that my fault?" "You had it easy. A beautiful house, a nice car, three great kids, a loving husband and never had to worry about money. Do you know how many assholes I had to fuck over the past 20 years just to take care of my kids? I don't even want to think about it. You deserted me when I needed you the most and left me out there to die, not once thinking of anyone but yourself!" "That's not true, Sharon, I tried to help you many times over the years but you just kept spending the money on drugs. I wasn't going to support your habit." "Just before I got pregnant with Tony my father got out of jail and wanted to see me. I knew what he wanted. Hell, he just spent six years in jail and my entire life I was his personal fuck toy and he wanted to play with his toy again. Do you remember what happened the night I tried to talk to you about that? Do you? You told to figure it out on my own because you had a date with Richard and needed to get ready. I needed you and was dying inside and all you could think about was your precious little date!" "Is that what this is all about? You're mad at me because of that?" "Oh, hell no, there's a lot more but let's just say that pay backs are hell!" "Sharon, let's just call it even. I'll apologize for anything I did in the past and you stop doing this crazy shit to me, okay?" "Fuck no! You're my meal ticket out of this shitty life I'm in. We used to fuck like crazy back then when it was fun and then you suddenly stopped, leaving me by myself. I've got a 20 year head start on you, whore, and you've got a lot of catching up to do. Now put some fuckin' clothes on or I'll drag your bony ass outside naked. The choice is yours." Putting her head down, Jan slowly climbed out of bed, looking for something to wear. The clothes she bought the day before was still at Sharon's house so she would need something temporary until she could get some more. Slowly she shook her head as she had a feeling that it didn't matter what she wore as she wouldn't be wearing it for very long. ~ the end of part 8 **** ----------->>>>> CONTINUE? <<<<<----------- wetfly6969@aol.com