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

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