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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Foreword:
I have to apologize that the first chapter posted of This story, with the title” “A change in the wind” may have been a bit misleading. The wind being spoken of was not of the tasty gas that all us fart freaks crave. It was more a change of direction that this young woman was undergoing in her life. Which included her desire to fart in this guys face.
So I wrote this second chapter as a sequel to the first, particularly geared toward gas guzzlers.

But then it also turned into a facesitting tale as well. so I've posted it here as well.

The scene opening finds us in the middle of a session in the bathroom, in the middle of the night. Janice had previously gone out to get the necessary supplies, to shackle him securely to a ring in the middle of her apartment, with a long chain attached.
And now she is putting him through his paces in the bathroom...

JADED JANICE. Chapter 2 "Mid Night Interlude"

“Get the rythym you little fucker! Again!” she yelled, holding his face securely between the cheeks of her sweaty ass.

“BRRRRaaaWAPPP!! Purrrrt.” He almost fainted “Mein got!” he cried Her asshole puckered open for two or three more silent ones. But their scent marked them as deadly as the ones that barked!

“Get your tongue up my fart hole and lick the flavour out of it!” she ordered, pushing herself further down on his outstretched tongue.

“You’ll learn what I want. Everyday you’ll be dragged in here to dispose of my gas. I will not have it smelling up my living space. Understand?... Werstahenzie?!” she asked
“Ja mein fraulein” he answered meekly.

“Now we’ll try it one more time. Crawl back out into the hallway.” She directed him with her pointed finger. He crawled back out again,for what must have been the twentieth time. His knees were red and aching.

Eveything had to be perfect. His fervent kisses to her ass cheeks, his diligent licking of her hole to lubricate her passage for her gas to ease out easier, his placing of his balls at her feet for her to tread upon, his tight wrapping of his lips around her sphincter at the appropriate moment, his perfect timing of sucking in, the instant she expelled her fart.

He was finding her extremely mean and strict. He already had several red welts on his body from the buckle on the end of her belt, that she had beaten him with several times. She had ordered 10 successful attempts be achieved, before the beating would stop. And yet she had only allowed him five long smelly farts out of the last twenty attempts. And she whipped him on every point of failure.

He came crawling back in, wincing with every stride. He tried to focus on the correct sequence that she had ordered. He wanted to succeed so bad, to get this over with. Her farts were disgusting smelling, and she seemed to have an unlimited supply! He had almost wretched on several attempts. He steeled himself for the upcoming onslaught.

He knelt behind her ass with his legs spread wide, so that his testicles lay on the floor directly behind her right foot. Then he brought his lips up to her cheeks and kissed them three times each side.

“Now say the words, fart sucker. Exactly how I taught them to you!” she said coldly, looking over her shoulder, her one eye glaring down at him.

He cleared his throat…the belt swung and the buckle hit him on his upturned ass! “You clear your throat before entering the room, asshole! Now begin!” she said angrily.

“Ya miss…Please may I have ze honourh to dizpoze of your lovely gas for you. Its schmells like ze finest rrose.” He said shakily, waiting for her approval. Or the belt buckle!

“That’ll do for now. Proceed.” she said quietly.

He brought his lips up to her ass cheeks again,and slowly started kissing his way into the cleft between her globes. He snaked his tongue out carefully and started licking his way toward her hole.

She sighed and bent over slightly, reaching around with both hands to spread herself open more for his entire face to be engulfed by his cheeks. “Get your face deep in there” she ordered, through gritted teath. “That’s goood…” she cooed, releasing her cheeks so that they slapped against his face, almost completely smothering him!

“Now lubricate it!” she said, snickering at his dilemma.

She sat back hard on his face now, undulating her hips back and forth as he probed her asshole with his dripping wet tongue. “That’s right boy. Lubricate my hole, so mama can push that nasty gas out easier. Mmmm gooood” she moaned, as she brought her fingers down to her clitoris and started massaging and pinching it. Her fingers dripped with her juices. She was already loving humiliating this little geek.

“Now get into the position!” she ordered “you wrap those lips around my anus now you little fuck and keep your tongue up my hole, I want you to really taste this one, hahaha!” she looked down at him, revelling in his humiliation. She paused again for her own pleasure, shoving two fingers up inside her pussy while gently thumbing her clit under its hood. She’s sweating profusely now, and she has sat herself fully on his face, with his neck bent back painfully, desperately trying to keep the seal of his lips around her hole, and his tongue stuck up inside.

“Are you ready now fuck face?” she says breathlessly, as she grinds her crotch down onto his face! “Mm…m...mph machen…mrh mit……” he mumbles incoherently beneath her

“Suck!” she yells….Mraaawap! Brrrreeeet tleeesseeeethh! Waaaaarp!---
He tries desperately to suck it all in, but can feel some of it escaping! The smell reaches his nostrils---it is the worse yet!----he starts to gag and cough uncontrollably---the smell reaches her---she is disgusted with his performance…

“You useless filthy fucker!” she yells at him. She pushes him backward onto the floor crashing her ass down on his face. He is almost knocked unconscious by the blow, as he hits the tiles! She spreads her legs and squats down hard onto him. She starts releasing blast after blast of her natural gas down his throat, as she fondles herself to a glorious orgasm, gushing it all over him and smearing it and her fart gas deep into his skin.

“”You’ll receive a hard beating for this in the morning!” she glared at him through the orgasmic haze in her eyes. I’m going back to bed now. We’ll continue this tomorrow after I refill the gas tanks.” She laughs. “And you’ll spend the rest of the night in here with my stench!”

She bends over to check the manacle around his ankle, giving it a good tug to make sure it was secure.

“Sleep tight homey…” she chuckled as she sauntered out of the bathroom, fastening the padlock after the door closed.

She rubbed herself as she walked back to her bedroom.

She was loving this more and more…

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Jaded Janice Chapter 3

The next morning finds our hapless vagrant, lying shivering on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. Janice had turned the heat off after her midnight session with him.

She also had not fed him anything, and wouldn’t be for the next few days. She wanted to weaken him, and make him easier to manage.

We don’t know his name yet. Janice hasn’t had any desire to find out. She’s come up with all kinds of her own names since she’s had him.

He had been handcuffed to the radiator overnight, as well as being shackled by the ankles to the long chain in the centre of Janices apartment.

He had many red painful welts all over him from her beating with her belt-buckle.

And he wasn’t just shivering from the cold. He was shivering from fear, as well. This woman seemed to take sadistic delight in all the terrible things she had done to him so far.

He wondered when she would let him go? He somehow knew he didn’t want the answer to that question.

He already was thinking of how he may be able to escape. The fact that she had stripped him of his clothes yesterday, while he lay unconscious from the kick in the face she’d given him, didn’t help matters. She had also taken his ID papers as well.

His thoughts were interrupted as he heard keys unlocking the padlocks on the outside of the door to his little bathroom prison.

The door swung open and Janice padded in, dressed only in a pair of panties. She had the same belt she had used on him in the middle of the night. She was swinging the buckle end threateningly.

“Hi fart face. Welcome to day 2 of your new life. Lots in store for you today, but first things first. You have some tasty gas of mine to dispose of. Hope you remember your lessons well from last night. Cause if you don’t…” she swung the belt and brought the buckle down onto his outstretched leg “you get more of this!” she yelled, with a mean sneer on her lips.

“Aghh! Nein, please! I’ll do anysing you vant!” he pleaded, curling up into a fetal position, ready for the next blow.

“Stretch out! Face upright!” she said angrily. She held the belt up threateningly.

He quickly got into position. She stepped over him and brought herself down into a squat, just inches from his mouth. She pulled the crotch of her panties aside.

“Now you kiss this cunt of mine shithead! You better treat her real nice cause she’s your master now. She and I rule your pathetic existence.” Janice laughed at this “Make her feel good. And clean her up from her nights sleep!”

She brought her pussy lips to his mouth. “C’mon, lick up her slime.” she chuckled. He brought his tongue to her lips and the taste was very strong and salty. Her very thick bush held a lot of her scent as well, and he could see her pussy juices entangled in her hairs. He almost gagged. But he didn’t dare disobey.

“Lots of saliva now. A nice wash for pussy. And her lovely mane of hair” she chuckled “And you swallow all the residue as well.” She moved her slit back and forth over his tongue, as he wiggled it and lapped obediently. “Mmm, that’s right. Do the clit as well. Nice light circles around her. Stimulate her. Make her juice up for you” she said seductively, grinding down harder on him.

Janice brought one hand up to her breasts, massaging them in time with her thrusting hips. She spit in her other hand and brought it down to his face and smeared it all over his nose. Once it was well lubricated, she brought her asshole to the tip of his nose and started massaging her anus on it. She reveled in the sensation and in the humiliation for him. She moved up and down slightly, skewering herself down onto him until his nose was completely up her smelly hole.

Then she bore down hard on him, covering his mouth tightly with her pussy flesh.

“It’s time fart sucker. We’re gonna try it another way today. Directly up the nose! Haha! I’ll give you a count of three and then you sniff it all in.” she said, giving him one more swipe with the belt. “And keep working on my cunt to!”

His nose felt fantastic up her hole. She’d always wanted a boyfriend who was into ass play. This sorry specimen would be her first. She gave the 3 second countdown and then blasted a long smelly fart directly up his nostrils. He choked and gagged beneath her. After a few moments she lifted off him and he started coughing uncontrollably.

“Ha ha, well done fart-face, you got almost all of that one! And again!” she yelled.

She slipped her asshole over his wet nose continually over the next ten minutes, giving him blast after blast. He was growing quite weak from lack of oxygen. “Keep that tongue busy on my cunt, you fucker!” she said, wielding another painful blow to his chest with the belt.

She found that she loved beating him. Loved watching the welts form all over his body from her blows. She’d never beaten a man before, but had wanted to many times. This one would make up for all the rest. She was going to spend a lot of time punishing this little fucker. And what a perfect sex toy he was going to be as well. Everything would be done for her pleasure only. Whenever she wanted it. And there would be none for him. Never. Ever. Only punishment.

She had finally run out of gas and was now just focusing on the beginnings of a thigh shaking orgasm. “Tongue deep in now!” she cried. She humped herself madly on his face as she was overcome with her flood of ecstasy…like no other ecstasy before! She LOVED having this man shackled under her and forced to take anything that her evil little mind could come up with. It brought so much more juice to her climax!

Janice made sure she smeared her slick drippings all over his face, before she rose up off of him, slipped out of her panties, and sat down on the toilet. She reached over and unlocked his handcuffs, releasing him from the radiator and then refastened them on to him

“Slide over here worm” she said “Get your face right here” she pointed to the foot of the toilet.

He moved over to her, dragging his chain noisily behind him. With his face beneath her she brought both feet up and planted her soles on his face. She pushed her toes into his mouth.

“Suck!” she ordered

She leaned back against the toilet seat and began to dribble her pee into the bowl. She enjoyed the soft licks he was giving to her toes. Her thoughts drifted…

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It was the weekend…it was gonna be a pain and sex fest with this guy, for the next few glorious days. But what would she do Monday afternoon, when she had to slug off to her job at the local tattoo shop? She wanted to keep this guy for awhile. Maybe a long while. Maybe she was going to need some help.

And there was only one person her thoughts turned to, and that was Myra. Her long time friend and confidant. And perhaps more importantly, Myra had sworn Janice to secrecy over an event, several years ago, where Myra and her biker-girl gang had snuffed some rival gang member. She was a colourful girl. Filled with spit and vinegar

Janice felt safe telling Myra about her kidnapping of this little panty thief. And she knew she would be interested in participating as well.

She reached over, picked up her cell-phone, and punched in the numbers.

A few rings later, Myra’s on the line. “Sup babe? It’s Jan…. yea good… You busy? Got something real treat here… Yea… You’ve no idea…Found this little fucker tryin to steal my ginch…yup, right in the middle of it at the laundramat…got pics, the whole thing…yea way… so I dragged him back to my flat…no, no shit….You wont believe what I’ve done to him. I’ve got him handcuffed, chained and shackled…Yup…haha…I thought you might be interested in getting a piece of this. I need a baby sitter…..oh yea, I plan on keeping him for a while. A long while……..ooooo you bitch---I knew you’d give me some ideas…okay, you bring the harness I’ll supply the dildoes…haha! So can you take him Monday aft till midnight?......cool sistah, see ya in a bit. We’ll all get nice and aquainted.” Janice chuckled as she got off the phone.

Our poor hapless male had been listening to the conversation and was beginning to panic. He realized that Janice had no intention of letting him go anytime soon. And now she was bringing in one of her girlfriends as well. He didn’t like the sound of her voice from what he heard on the phone. She sounded like quite a wildcat.

And what was this they were talking about… dildoes and harnesses?! He already knew from the last 18 hours that this psycho bitch Janice, was capable of anything…he even feared for his life!

He wanted to beg for her to let him go…but he knew that would be pointless. His mind was going blank…he knew that he would just have to submit to her, take the shit, and hopefully, at some point, find a way to escape.

Janice finished draining her bladder and leaned forward and locked her eyes onto his. “You heard my conversation with my friend, didn’t you?” she said quietly “You begin to see what you’re in for and you’re starting to think of ways to escape, aren’t you? Hmmm?” she searched his look “Yes you are…but you may as well give it up, cause you aint goin nowhere.” She scowled at him.”You aint getting out of these chains. No-one can hear you. No-one even knows you’re alive, do they?” she looked very seriously at him.

There was an electric silence between them. Her eyes bore into him. Time stood still for him…and for her…..both were being transported into a place neither had been before. Her, with her new found power of this man. He feeling completely at the mercy of this vicious woman. This woman who could with just one phone call could set off a series of events that would see him facing countless charges and being sent away to jail for years.

So he was beginning to ask himself…would I rather suffer under a man or under a woman? When he thought of it from a man, it made him want to vomit….

He remembered some of the ass fuckings he’d gotten from those two big black bulls in his last cell block. How they had both come at him in the middle of the night, held him down, and subjected him to the worst humiliation of all for a straight male.

But this first time ever…..being dominated by a woman….it was just as painful…but very different…she was an attractive woman…he liked eating pussy…he was beginning to succumb in his own mind to the fact that he would have to submit to whatever this woman, and her friend, wanted from him.


So then, he had a choice… to give in to Janice, or to some thrusting male in a jail cell? He looked deep into her eyes, and succumbed to the safety of submission. The safety of giving in to a captors demands. The knowing that there may be less pain and suffering from the succumbing.

It was in his eyes.

She saw it.

She didn’t like it.

She wanted him to resist.

She didn’t want him to give in so easily….

She reached down to his balls,wrapped her fingers tightly around the base of them and dug her fingernails in deep---she watched his eyes grow wide with terror. She squeezed harder and drew the first squeals of pain from him! It brought a smile to her face…

“There we go…that’s the look I want…those are the sounds I want to here…you haven’t even begun to suffer yet you little panty thief pervert!” she said quietly

She arched both her feet and drove her toes deeper into his mouth. “Suck em like a cock!” she yelled angrily

Janice released her grip on his balls and could see a little trickle of blood running down one finger. She brought it up in front of his eyes and could see the terror developing in them. She grasped the belt buckle in her palm, gave a few wraps of the strap around her hand and then gave the first of many vicious lashes to his cock and balls.

She smiled at the muffled cries and moans emanating from his foot stuffed mouth. She could feel her pussy juicing up again. She threw her head back in ecstasy, moaning with the passion of another impending orgasm…

She was strapping him with abandon now, delighting in the new flat red welts that were developing all around his cock balls and thighs. The more he moaned and groaned the harder she hit him.

This went on for quite awhile until at one point through the haze of the whipping and all the delicious sounds being created by the belt striking his skin and his accompanying screams, Janice heard the door bell ring.

“Oh lucky you, fart boy. Your baby-sitter’s here. More fun than you could ever imagine is comin your way now. Brace yourself! You think I’m mean? Wait till you meet Myra!” she laughed “Her middle name is mean. So I advise you don’t piss her off!”

Janice removed her feet from his mouth and quickly went to answer the door. He could here the two girls laughing and talking excitedly.
And then they were in the doorway, looking down at him.

“There he is!” Janice said with excitement.

Myra stepped up beside him. She was a very gorgeous looking biker-type chick. Tall, slim. A mane of long black hair. She leaned over him and let a long drool of her spit down onto his face.

They both laughed and then Myra said “So this is what a panty thief looks like. I’ve always wanted to get my hands on one of you little perverts! This is my lucky day thanks to Janice here” she smiled

She planted her high-heeled boot up onto his chest and dug her heel into one of his nipples. He screamed in agony!

“So, bitch-boy, do ya like my boots?” she asked

He nodded his head

“No ya don’t!” she gave him a vicious kick to the side of the head!

More stars before his eyes as he slipped into unconsciousness.

The last thing he saw was the two girls walking out arm in arm.

And then the sound of the padlocks as he was locked into his bathroom cell again.

His life was about to get a whole lot worse!

To be continued…

Jaded Janice Episode 4 “Twice The Pain”

The next morning, our beaten and humiliated vagrant woke to another day on the cold tile floor of his bathroom prison. His first thoughts were of the events of yesterday, and of his first meeting with Myra. His head was throbbing painfully from the vicious kick she had given him. The last thing he saw was the deep look of pleasure in her eyes as he sunk into unconsciousness. It was the look of a true sadist. He shuddered to think what the day might bring. And especially that evening, when Janice would be leaving him in Myras charge.

But he had no more time to think. He heard the two girls out in the hallway, jangling the keys as they undid the padlocks.

The door swung open and the two girls walked in. He was shocked to see Myra with a large red rubber cock, dangling from a leather harness she had strapped around her waist and thighs.

“Hi there fuck face.” Myra said “Mmmm I’ve been lookin forward to getting my morning started on you! We’ve been up till the wee hours planning your day. And your not gonna like it. It’ll be one of the worst days of your life, I promise!” She grinned at him evilly

She produced a vicious looking whip that had been crudely fashioned from several strands of telephone cord, duck taped around a wooden spoon. Some of them were knotted at the ends. She brought her face close to his and dangled the strands in front of his eyes.
He cringed and braced himself as her eyes widened and she swung the whip around, full force onto his exposed thigh!

It sent stars sparkling across his vision, the pain was so intense! He screamed in anguish! Myra merely smiled at him, gloating on his agony!

Janice was equipped with several tools, including a large drill, some more chain, and several large steel eyebolts that she scattered on the floor.

“G’morning shithead!” Janice smirked “You are a sorry looking piece of man-meat, aren’t you? Getting hungry, Hmmm? Don’t worry, We’ve got a nice breakfast all ready for you. But first things first. You’ve got two cunts to clean this morning!”

Myra straddled him as Janice got him into position, spread out on the floor on his back. as she cuffed and chained his wrists around the base of the toilet.

“Don’t you move a muscle now, fucker, or you’ll get more of this!” Myra said, as she delivered another vicious blow, directly onto his genitals!

“Aaaaaahhhhh!!! Pleeeease I’ll obey everysing you vant!” He pleaded

“No you wont. We’ll make sure you fail, trust me.” Myra sneered at him “Wouldn’t be fun otherwise, would it?” She laughed

“Now your gonna clean my cunt! Janice and I had a sexy night together, with lots of orgasms. Lick out the cum!”

Myra planted herself onto his face and ground her pussy down onto his open mouth. Before she had to order it, he had gotten his tongue as far up into her hole as he could. He swirled it around vigorously, moving back and forth between her labia lips and her cunt-hole., trying to please her to perhaps receive some mercy from her. But it was not to be.

“Suck it up, bitch!” Janice said “You clean out her cunt-hole real good, and then you’ll do me.” She laughed and swung her favorite belt with its pointed steel buckle, hard down across his flesh several times.

Myra was gushing all her nights fluids into his mouth. Her red rubber dildo slapping against his throat as she moved on him. He choked and sputtered. She ground down harder, and thrashed him across his belly with the corded cat whip. The thin strands brought out instant bright red welts as they bit into him.

“Now you little sucker, you’re gonna suffer even more while you lick me. Get ready to get wet! Very very wet!” Myra said, laughing at his plight.

His mouth was suddenly being filled with her piss. It started gushing out and running down his cheeks. He started to choke.

“Keep licking my cunt, you useless piece of shit! This is how you will lick me, from now on! You suffer….I get pleasured. Now swallow it!” she yelled, giving him another painful lash, this time across his chest and nipples. She pinched his nose painfully, leaving him no choice but to swallow the foul liquid.

He choked it down. It tasted terrible and he almost threw up. He kept furiously pleasuring and cleaning her pussy. She kept dribbling small amounts of her pee into his mouth and across his face.

“Suck my piss flaps now. That’s right, dry them off. Nice squeaky clean pussy is what we want. C’mon, you can work that tongue harder than that!” She gave him two more violent blows across his belly. His screams were muffled beneath her cunt flesh. “Work it harder!” She said angrily

He worked his tongue and lips feverishly to satisfy her, but she kept dribbling her piss, over and over, onto him. She worked him that way for several minutes, until he was exhausted.

During all of this, Janice was drilling several holes in the tile walls, floor and ceiling, and he caught glimpses of her screwing in large eye hooks into the holes. It was obvious what they were for. He would be chained to those rings, in several different positions.

“Hey Myra” Janice said “Your piss is getting everywhere. The little fucker’s not drinking fast enough. Think I should mop it up with the toilet rag? We could squeeze it all out into a bowl and make him drink it with his breakfast! Haha!” Janice clapped her hands gleefully

“Oh yea honey, I love your nasty ideas.” Myra chuckled. She looked down at the face under her dribbling cunt. “Do you know what your breakfast is today, fuck-ass?” She asked “A nice big can of dogfood. Mixed with anything else we might come up with. Mmm, sounds good doesn’t it? And then You’ll have a nice bowlful of mopped up piss off the toilet floor, to wash it all down with! Hahaha!

Myra was grinding her pussy lips back and forth hard on his face now. She was getting close to a big orgasm. “Get your tongue on my clit now, bitch!
She cried out “That’s it, now lick and suck it….give me what I want…..Oh yea…Oh fucking yes….keep it up! Mmmmm yea yea yea ohhhhaaaah!”

Myra screamed with passion as her juices gushed out of her hole, flooding his face with the sticky goo. She bucked hard up and down on him “Point your tongue! Get it up my hole!” She ordered. She thrust herself up and down on his tongue, fucking her pussy with it, and making sure that she got every last drop of her juices into his mouth.

“That’s not bad, slave boy. That’s what you are now, you know that, don’t you?” Myra said “A complete slave for us, and you’ll do everything we want!” She looked at him fiercely.

She raised herself off of him. She dipped her toes into one of the rivulets of piss on the floor. “You’ve got pee all over my feet! You lick it off. C’mon, clean those toes!” she yelled, smearing her foot all over his face and tongue for the cleaning. He snaked his tongue in between each toe, doing his best to obey her.

Janice had mopped up most of the piss on the floor and had squeezed it into a mop-bucket. She took him by his wrists. “Get up fuck face!” she ordered “Bend down in front of the toilet.”

She cuffed and chained his ankles to two steel loops in the floor, and his wrists were shackled on either side of the toilet. Janice came around in front of him, stripped off her panties, and sat down on the toilet. His face was just inches from her pussy.

“Now, time for my wash, slave boy” Janice said “And Myra here, is gonna take her pleasure on that little butt-hole of yours. That’s right bitch, you’re gonna suffer a good ass fucking at least five times a day from now on. You’ll suffer the pain and indignation that we women have to go through! And you’ll learn to love it, once you get used to the pain! Haha! Take him Myra.”

Myra came up behind him and spat onto his ass-hole. She had donned rubber gloves and began to thrust her fingers painfully into his hole. “Lets get that little fuck-hole lubed up and spread open, shall we?” she taunted him. She brought her other hand down to his balls and pinched them viciously between her fingernails. He was completely at her mercy. And she had none, of course!

Janice grabbed him by the hair and pulled his mouth onto her pussy mound. “All right bitch, get to work on me! You clean out every last nook and cranny of my cunt!” She whipped him several times across his back to spur him on.

Myra dribbled her spit onto her rubber cock and started sliding it back and forth in the cleft of his ass cheeks. She was fucking him hard with three fingers now. He was crying out with every thrust! She started to whip his flanks with the telephone cords. His legs were already shaking.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard now bitch” Myra said menacingly. “I’m gonna split you in two with this big cock of mine! You’ll be squealing soon. Squealing like a little whore!” She pressed the head of it up against his tight little hole. She suddenly thrust the entire length of the rubber shaft deep into his asshole. He screamed out at the invasion! The two girls only laughed, and Myra settled into a hard, fast deep fucking, plunging the cock in to the hilt and back out to the tip again.

“Move into it bitch!” Myra yelled “Plunge yourself deep onto me when I thrust into you!” She started spanking one of his cheeks with her bare hand, over and over, with the rythym of her fucking. He was doing everything he could, to keep up with the two women.

Janice was grinding her cunt lips hard on him. His tongue was working feverishly to give her what she wanted. She squeezed her thighs around his head, and held him tightly up against her slick cunt flesh, cutting off his air completely. “Keep licking!” She ordered “And you keep those hips moving in time with Myra!”

The slave was subjected to this for quite some time, until Myra began to tire, and withdrew painfully from his stretched open hole. She began to lay into him with her stranded whip with even more force, searing welts forming all over the backs of his legs and ass cheeks!

“You keep licking that cunt,you little whore!” Myra commanded, delivering lash after painful lash to his quivering flesh. Her eyes were glazed and wild looking, from the passion of the sadist that she was. He was crying out in agony with every blow. It just spurred her on to whip him harder and longer. Some of the welts were beginning to bleed, leaving red stripes running down the backs of his legs. She almost drooled at the sight of him!

Janice was thrusting hard on his outstretched tongue. Her climax was imminent. She leaned back and brought both feet up onto his back to get more comfortable. “Work the clit now bitch! Make me cum! Harder!!” She screamed, whipping his back over and over with her belt-buckle.

He could barely stand now. His legs were shaking uncontrollably. Janice began to undulate her hips wildly against his face. She used his nose to rub her clitoris on. He started lapping at her lips “Get your tongue deep in my asshole now, bitch!” She cried. She brought her hand down and drove her fingers up into her cunt.

His legs began to buckle, but Myra had seen it coming and now thrust herself back into him, impaling him on her cock. She stood with her legs spread wide, literally dangling him on the end of the rubber shaft. She held him that way, long enough for Janice to achieve her climax. He kept his tongue firmly buried in Janices pungent ass-hole.

“Oh my god yes….oh fuck yes….Oh Myra, this is sooo good….ohhhhhhhaaaaahaha!” Janice screamed out in lust. She rode his face until she had squeezed out every last drop of her orgasmic fluids onto him. She held him for awhile between her thighs, while Myra continued to thrust her cock in and out of his swollen hole. Finally she had had enough of him. She withdrew and he instantly crumpled to the floor, a beaten, humiliated pissy wreck!

Janice got up, released his cuffs, and kicked him over to the corner of the room, where he noticed a dog dish waiting. He could here Janice using a can opener to open the can of dog food. They were both laughing at what was to come next. Janice emptied out the contents of the can. It made a disgusting, slopping, sucking sound, as it slipped out and into the dish. She dragged over the mop bucket, with the piss in it that she had soaked up off the floor.

“There you go doggie. There’s your food for the day. And when we come back we’ll expect to see every last bit of your foul little meal completely consumed! Do you understand!?” She asked

He nodded his head obediently. They both walked over to his dish and started spitting all over the mush in it.

“There, that should help to make it slide down better! Haha!” Myra and Janice laughed at him as they each placed a foot on the back of his head and pushed his face into the pile of dog food. “Eat!” They both yelled.

“I think we better stay and make sure he eats it all, just in case he’s thinking of flushing it all down the toilet while we’re gone” Myra said. Janice nodded in agreement.

They watched as he began to munch down his meal. He was having dry heaves all the way through it. They stayed with him until he was completely done and then Janice turned him over on his back, took the pail of the floor moppings and, while Myra forced his mouth open with her fingers, slowly poured it down his throat. He gagged and spluttered, but kept swallowing until it was all gone.

The two girls stood. They began to kiss each other passionately. Both their pussies were dripping from the pleasures that they had extracted from him. Janice was fingering Myras pussy and ass-hole, and Myra was sinuously pushing her holes onto Janices fingers.

“Well that was a nice beginning to the day, wasn’t it slave boy?” Janice said “Myra and I are gonna go have some fun now. But we’ll be back real soon. After a nice spicy Mexican lunch! And you know what that means, don’t you?

They walked out, leaving him in a crumpled, humiliated, pissy, bloody mess!

To be continued…