JADED JANICE. Chapter 1 “A change in the Wind”
Meet Janice:
Twenty nine; a good lookin' tom boy; black hair; red streaks; nose and lip rings; a goth chick; favorite colour: black; a little overweight since her eating binge over the last few months, due to her last boyfriend dumping her.
She'd walked in on him and some wench in the middle of screwing, and it all ended up with him throwing her out of the apartment. Their apartment! He changed the locks, and she had found her stuff in a heap outside the door.
She was pissed these days. Bitter about what assholes men were sometimes. Most times.
Most of her boyfriends had been your typical male lug, in her opinion: Lazy, messy, inattentive, back-talking mother-fuckers.
She’s on her way back to her weekly deal at the neighbourhood laundromat. She approaches the glass door and sees, right at her dryer on the front end, this blonde haired vagabond type lookin guy, with his hand on her panties in her dryer!
She kicks open the door, and before he even has time to react, she slams the dryer door shut on his hand!
He freaks! He nervously tries to hide the other pair of panties sticking out of his front pocket.
She’s on him now. She grabs him by the throat and slams him up against the driers!
“What the fuck do you think you’re doin, you little fucking pervert?!” she yells.
“Nossing. Please! I only find zem on ze floor, and I try to put zem back!” he says guiltily,in some kinda German accent.
She stands back, takes out her phone and clicks two or three pictures of him in the act. His guilty look; his hand in her dryer;her panties sticking out of his pocket.
She reaches over for a newspaper on the table, slams it against the drier by his face and takes a few more pics.
“There we go. Now I’ve got you, you nasty little fuck! Now for the cops!” she says with a smile. She flips her cell-phone around.
She starts dialing out loud “9…1…” she hesitates with her finger hovering over the keypad…waiting to see what he'll do.
“Please! Don’t call ze cops!” he pleads “Ich habben no visa…I escaped ze mob in Deutschland…I have no money…nothing…please don’t call ze cops!” he blurts out, realizing he’s probably said too much.
He has.
She winds up and kicks him in the nuts!
He crumples to the floor, doubled over in pain.
She’s on him in a second, with her black Doc Martin pressed up against his throat.
“Why the fuck shouldn’t I turn you in, you sorry piece of shit!” she yells, twisting the toe of her shoe into his neck.
He pisses himself on the floor. Right then and there. First the wet patch on his pants shows. Then the yellow stream streaking out onto the floor. He’s shaking in fear now.
She looks down at his puddle of pee and laughs. She delights in having this guy grovelling at her feet, with the threat of being turned in to the cops, hanging over his head.
She takes her foot off him and sits down at the table, drumming her fingers, thinking out what she has in front of her right now. She watches him shivering on the floor in front of her. A snivelling, street urchin of a man. Homeless. Visaless. Running from the law. He is a scared, shaking litle bowl of jello in front of her.
Her lips curl into a wicked little smile as she brings her face down close to his.
“What’s your story homey…you look like a bagman…stink like one too” she sniffs at him with disgust.
He raises up to a sitting position. “Ya, I came hea on ze tramp steamah. Arrested three times. Ended up in ze jail. Fucked up ze ass sevral times! Shit beat out of me too…. Please don’t call ze cops…I’ll do anysing!...”
Janice eyes him thoughtfully “So you livin on the street ay?”
He nods
Janice can begin to see the scenario now. This panty-thieving little mother-fucker legally doesn’t exist. He is already fucked up with the legal system here…….she could do anything to him… and he could never tell---not after the damning pics of him she had just taken.
She starts to feel a mean flush of blood filling her veins.
“Sit up against the wall!” she says to him, with gritted teeth.
He slides up the wall, looking at her nervously, mumbling in German under his breath.
She gets up and kneels down in front of him, placing her hand on his throat. She brings her face to within inches of his.
“You’re comin home with me, you little mother fuck. I’ll decide what to do with you after I consider all my options.”
“But but…” he begins to stammer out.
“But nothin fuck face! Butt this!” she turns round suddenly and plants her ass right on his face. She grunts and squeezes and finally comes up with a nice long slow fart, right in his open nostrils.
She laughs wickedly at this “Take it you little piece of shit! Sniff in my farts!
He chokes and gasps, and tries to pull his head away! She forces herself down onto his face and farts again. He is crying out and gagging…”Achhh, pleaz…nooo!”
She has NEVER done this before…she realizes now, how many times she would have LOVED doing this to past boyfriends.
She takes her foot and plunges it down onto his balls, pinning them painfully to the floor.
She cant think of a word to say. He’s coming out with the odd garbling in German. She’s just thinking now.
She already has this guy under her ass. She’s already forced him to sniff up her gas. ………………..She can send him back to jail. He’s at her mercy. He knows it…
A delicious hazy plan begins to immerge in her minds-eye…..he---humbled----captive----a whipping boy to take out her frustrations on---------humiliated in some very nasty ways---- a slave to her needs---all her needs…she’d strip him of his clothes…chain him…..no one would ever know…
“And no baggage”----she chuckled at this last thought.
She reached round behind him and slipped her hand down under his pants and grabbed his ginch and yanked them up tight! She let out one more long fart into his face. She could feel her panties cream with her juices. She pulled them up tight, and massaged her pussy lips with them.
Then she slowly stood up, pulling him by his waist band as she rose.
“Ahhhrrrrg!” he cried out. “Get up jerk boy!” she yelled, hauling him up to his feet.
He staggered up to a standing position as she held his package tightly in her twisted grip.
“You’re gonna pack up all my shit now, and put it neatly in my hamper, understood?” she eyes him sternly
He just nods, carefully avoiding her gaze. Terrified of pissing her off anymore.
She turns him loose, giving him a hard kick in the ass, as he starts to work, folding and packing her laundry.
When he has everything ready, she grabs the waistband of his shorts again, pulls them up even tighter, gets her face right in front of his, looks him in the eye, and says
“Follow me!”
She jerks him out of the laundramat out onto the street. He humps her heavy hamper over his shoulder, stumbling along, as she controls his every step with her grip on him.
He’s looking nervously around, hoping no-one recognizes him. He’s already pulled several scams in this neighbourhood.
Janice is feeling quite proud of herself. She is almost ‘strutting’ down the sidewalk with her hand on this male; her hand on the reins so to speak. Twisting him left and right with the slightest turn of her wrist. She's hoping to run into one of her girlfriends. But no such luck.
They reach her apartment building. A dingey little place, obviously catering to the low life of the city. Janice had been forced into this scum-hole after getting kicked out of her boyfriends place.
She has hated it… Up until now… Because now she sees it as a safe haven to do whatever the fuck she wants, to this sorry piece of man-meat before her!
This sorry fuck was going to suffer all the wrath and vengeance she felt towards men right now.
As she walked him up to the front door, she was almost lost in all the deliciously wicked things she was going to subject him to.
She held him firmly as she reached into her purse for her keys. With the door opened she kicked him inside. She stabbed the elevator button several times impatiently. She didn’t want any of the other tenants to see him with her.
She pulled up as hard as she could on his underwear, almost lifting him off the floor. He was gargling in pain! "Achen meinen zuchen schulen!..." something along those lines...
The elevator door opened. He stumbled in, with her right behind him. She punched her floor number. The doors closed. They locked eyes on the way up. It was a silent moment. He had a vague sense of what was happening to him. Her eyes burned into him with some kind of hidden purpose.
She was starting to know exactly what would be happening to him.
Elevator door opens. He is marched quietly down the dingey hallway. Sounds of drunken arguments and wild cries of people in sex filter out to them.
Up to her apartment door. The sound of her key as he looks around nervously. The door opens…the door to the prison he knows nothing about yet.
She pushes him roughly inside. “Drop the bags!” she orders. He dumps the heavy load on the floor.
She’s been watching his ass all the way here. Drooling at the prospect that she literally owns it. She slips her hand down the back of his pants and digs her nails deeply into his ass cheeks. “Kneel on the floor!” she says, throwing him forward.
He falls roughly to the floor and turns and faces her on his knees.
Janice slowly walks up to him. She twines her fingers through his hair and grips him and turns his face to hers.
“I own your ass right now,you realize that don’t you?” she says
“Yaya. Anysing miss. Please don’t call ze cops…” he pleads again, hands held in prayer up to his chest.
What a fool he was, she thought. If he hadnt told her as much as he did, he probably wouldn’t be here right now.
She twists her fingers into his hair until his face is stretched back tightly. He wants to moan, but stifles it.
“You fucking well do what I tell you now, understand?” she says through her gritted teeth.
He nods silently.
She releases her grip on him. She brings her fingers to the waistband of her black tights and runs them under the elastic band. Back and forth, taunting him, as much as herself.
She slowly starts rolling them down the creamy flesh of her thighs and ass, and turns to face him with her ass.
“So you like panties hum?” she teases “Well I’ve got a particularly dirty pair on right now that your gonna nuzzle that face into and SNIFF!” she slams her ass onto his upturned face. “Get your tongue on my pussy through the gusset, you little fuck!”
She thrusts herself up and down on his face, rubbing her dirty panty crotch all over him. He works his tongue feverishly on her. She pushes him up against the wall in the hallway. She brings her shoe down to his balls again and pins them down to the floor. He cries out in agony!
“You’re mine now bitch! You understand that?!” He only responds with his sloppy kissing and licking.
“Now work that tongue aroung my panty crotch bitch boy. I want some flesh on flesh. It’s been months. And you’re gonna give me what I want” she breathes lustily.
He slips his tongue under her tight pantyband and snakes it over to her clit. She grinds herself down hard on him, forcing his tongue to slip in between her lips.
He licks furiously. He is terrified of this woman. He doesn’t dare piss her off any more!
She bounces up and down on him, taking her pleasure.
She reaches that glorious moment. She surges! Cries out! FLOODS his face!! Slamming his head over and over against the wall!
He finally slumps to the floor under her. She kneels down and rubs her pussy back and forth across his lips and face, taking her final pleasure out on him. She finishes herself off, then smears her orgasmic juices all over his face, using his hair as a final rag to soak everything up.
She stands shakily and looks down at him.
Her new bitch!
"Oh how he will suffer in the days ahead!" she juices at the thought.
“Now my new boyfriend. Lets get acquainted with life with Janice, shall we?
She winds up with a viscious kick to his face!
He sees nothing but sparkling stars as he slumps into unconsciousness.
Last thing he remembers is some girly tune she’s humming as he is being dragged down the hallway into a dark cold room…
To be continued…
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