The Bitches, Part III
by ajbrown2005@yahoo.com
Jan beats up Kristen's mom and the police get involved

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A sequel to "The Bitches, Part I"

Betty pulled her car into the driveway of her house. The 39 year old woman was
spending her first summer with her daughter, Kristen, in a long time. Since
Betty battled panic attacks and obsessive-compulsive disorder her entire life
and often was hospitalized because of it, Kristen had spent most of her life
living with her father. The problem was Kristen's 49 year old father was now
in jail so Kristen would be living with Betty this summer. On the occasions
when Betty and Kristen were able to spend time together before now they would
usually fight. Because of Betty's mental health issues she had trouble getting
along with anybody, never mind a teenage girl. Betty wanted nothing more than
to have her first summer spent with her daughter in a long time to go well.

As Betty stopped the car and got out she remembered that she had asked Kristen
to clean the house today. Betty was very rigid about having the house clean at
all times and she figured since she was working all day and paying the bills
that Kristen should be doing the majority of the chores. She walked towards
the house and thought about the possibility that Kristen hadn't done the
chores yet. The thought of that made her angry but then she remembered what
her psychiatrist said - take a deep breath. Stay calm and everything will be
OK. Betty took a couple of deep breaths but any chance of calmness went away
when she saw that her front window was broken. She stormed into the house in
an outrage.

Betty walked in her front door and not only did she see a house that wasn't
clean but she saw Kristen's friend Jan as well as some guy about their age
that she had never seen before. Betty looked at Jan. Boy had the young girl
developed over the years. Betty looked at the young girl's huge breasts. She
was at least a 36D. Betty's size wasn't even close to that despite the fact
that she always wished she had big boobs. Now this young brat already had
boobs that were much bigger than hers. Betty also noticed that Jan's left hand
was all cut up. She assumed that Jan was the one who broke the window.

"What the hell is going on here Kristen?!!" Betty yelled at her daughter "I
come home to see a broken window and the house is not cleaned yet. And then on
top of all of that you have friends over?"

"Calm down mom" Kristen replied "I have Bryan taking care of all of it."

Betty felt herself really losing control. "I don't know who Bryan is but I
want him out of the house now! Stop trying to pass your chores on to someone
else like you always do!" Betty felt like she was going to pop a vein.

Jan interrupted "Betty, all due respect, as long as the chores are getting
done why do you care how they get done?"

Betty was getting more and more furious by the second. How dare this little
brat come into her house and tell her how to run things. It was bad enough she
had to come home to a broken window and an unclean house never mind have a
college girl being a smartass to her. "Jan I think you need to leave!" Betty
yelled "Kristen has a lot of work she needs to do!"

Jan walked closer to Betty in a confrontational way. Betty tried not to show
it but she was afraid. Jan was a lot bigger than she was. Betty was a small
woman, standing at about 5'2 and only weighing about 100 lbs. Jan stood at
about 5'7 and she had really grown over the years. She looked like she weighed
at least 150 lbs., not of fat, but of boobs and muscle. Jan got right in
Betty's face. "Look Betty I'm not going anywhere now sit down and calm down."
Jan gave Betty a light shove. That was all Betty needed.

"That's it I'm calling the police!" Betty yelled. "How dare you touch me in my
own house!" Betty reached for the phone but Jan grabbed her wrists before she
got there. Betty tried to break free but Jan's strong hands had to tight of a
grip on her wrists. Betty tried as hard as she could to get free of Jan's
tight grasp but she couldn't. It was extremely frustrating being overpowered
by this young little brat. She now had Jan's huge boobs looking her right in
the eyes. Betty whimpered as Jan tightened her grip. "Let me go you little
bitch" Betty gasped.

"Bitch huh?' Jan laughed. "You want me to be a bitch? I'll show you a bitch."
Jan used her strong arm to bend Betty's skinny weak arm behind her back in a
chicken wing. Betty felt severe pain throughout her arm and it felt like the
big-boobed brat was breaking her arm.

"Owww, owww" Betty whimpered. "YOU BRAT! LET GO OF ME!"

Jan laughed. "You just never learn, do you?" Jan threw little Betty on the
ground and she landed on her back. Jan quickly dropped to the ground and
pinned Betty's shoulders down with her legs. Betty used her hands to try and
remove Jan's legs. To say Jan's legs were strong was an understatement. They
were like steel. They were hard as can be and Betty could not budge them. She
felt Jan's bare knees on her shoulders. She began to cry as she lay trapped
under Jan's strong legs with her large tits jiggling above her.

"OK" Jan said sternly "I'll let you up if you promise to behave yourself when
you get up."

Betty was hurt but she was not going to take this. "Fuck you!" she yelled.
"When I get up I am going to call the cops."

Jan laughed out loud. "You don't learn do you Betty?" Jan wound up her fist
and gave Betty a hard punch in the face. Jan's powerful fist connecting with
Betty's puny face hurt so badly. She began crying out loud. Jan continued to
deliver punches to Betty's face and all Betty could do was lie there and cry.
Kristen watched and did not come to the aid of her mom. "Kristen, go get the
camera and the camcorder" Jan said "I want to go bird watching when I am done
here." Kristen obeyed and Jan continued to punch away at Betty's face as Betty
cried.

Kristen came back with the equipment. Jan got up off of Betty. Betty still lay
on the ground. She was too badly beaten to get up. "Let's go Kristen" Jan
said. "Don't worry Betty, the chores will get done and the window will get
fixed. Bryan if you don't have your work done when we get back I'll beat you a
lot worse than I just beat Betty." The two girls walked out the front door.

Betty lay on the ground beaten and crying. Bryan walked over to her, kneeled
down next to her and began rubbing her shoulder. "Are you OK?" he asked
compassionately.

Betty thought about the question. She was not OK. She couldn't believe that
young bitch had the nerve to walk in to her house and treat her that way. The
fact that Betty wasn't able to do anything about it really upset her. But what
upset her even more was that she was hurt. Her arm felt like it was broken.
Her face was in major pain from all of the punches she received. For some
reason the sympathy she was getting from Bryan made her realize how much pain
she was in and she cried even more. "I'm hurt" Betty cried. "I'm really hurt."
Bryan started crying too. Seeing Bryan break into tears confused Betty and it
made her tears ebb. "What's wrong?" Betty asked not fully crying but still
with tears pouring down her face.

"I know exactly how you feel?" Bryan cried "they beat on me ... all the time!"
He started crying even more.

"What do you mean?" Betty asked.

While in tears the entire time Bryan told Betty the entire story. He explained
to her how he used to date Jan and how she would always push him around while
they dated. Then he explained to her that when they broke up he called Jan a
nasty name and because of that she beat him up and went on to beat him up more
than once and force him to be Kristen's slave. After that he explained how
small little Kristen beat him up as well.

"Why do you put up with it?" Betty asked "why don't you fight back."

This added to Bryan's humiliation. "I try!" he cried "but Jan is too strong
and Kristen is too good of a fighter." Betty didn't even want to think about
her baby little daughter being able to beat her up.

"Then why don't you do something else about it?" Betty continued "find a
bodyguard ... or call the police!"

"Because!" he bawled "it's too embarrassing. I can't tell anybody I am being
bullied by two college girls. There's NOTHING I can do about it!" Bryan wept
and wept.

Seeing Bryan's weakness helped Betty regain her composure. She stopped crying
completely, wiped the tears off of her face, and her expression changed from
being defeated to being determined. "Well I am not going to put up with it"
Betty said confidently. "I am calling the police. Jan is not going to bother
me OR you again!" Betty picked up the phone and began dialing 911. Bryan
wanted to stop her to avoid the embarrassment but then he thought better of
that. Here was his opportunity to end all of this. The humiliation was worth
ending the torture. The call connected. "911 what's your emergency?"

Heather drove her police car on the dirt road. The road looked abandoned and
there wasn't a house in sight. The report Heather was given was that the 2
girls were bird watching and this was the only place where anyone would go
bird watching in this town. The 26 year old Heather had now been a police
officer for 3 months. Everyone told her that she would never be able to make
it as a police officer because she was too small. She was only about 5'3 and
didn't weigh more than 110 pounds. However, she was as tough as they come. She
gave it her all during PT and well out- performed most of the guys she was
training with. Even when she began her job as a cop most of the guys would
tease her about being a small girl but she had made a couple of big arrests in
her short career and was beginning, very slowly, to earn the respect of her
colleagues. Although the respect was beginning to come there were still plenty
of guys on the force that would tease her and it was going to take a lot more
time before she had the admiration that she wanted and thought she deserved.

This arrest was not going to earn Heather any respect. She recognized the
names of the girls she was going after. Jan LaFleur and Kristen Taylor. She
didn't really know either of the girls personally but she grew up with Jan's
older brother Ben. She remembered Ben LaFleur. He was such a handsome kid,
very cocky and high on himself, but although she hated to admit it she thought
that made him seem more handsome. She had seen Ben's little sister Jan on a
couple of occasions. She didn't remember much about what Jan looked like but
did remember her looking like she was quite the brat. This police call she was
going on was her oddest one yet ... Kristen's mom calling to say that Jan came
into her house and beat her up. She had heard of young girls beating up older
women but it was always in the slums or the ghetto. Jan LaFleur came from a
wealthy family and the complaint seemed extremely odd. Either way Heather
always figured Jan was a brat so it didn't surprise her too much. She was kind
of glad that she was following the girls back into the middle of nowhere. With
a nightstick and a gun she could definitely see herself having some fun and
whipping these two little monsters into place.

Heather pulled up on a turquoise Ford Escort with the same license plate that
Betty had told her to find. She looked closer and sure enough she saw two
girls sitting in the front of the car. Heather turned on her lights and pulled
the car over. The car pulled over and Heather got out of her car. She hadn't
seen Jan in years but it looked as though Jan was the one who was driving the
car even though Betty had said the car was Kristen's. Heather walked up to the
window on the driver's side of the car and the driver rolled it down. "Let me
see your license and registration, please" Heather asked professionally. The
driver fiddled through her wallet.

"It's not my car" the driver said sounding disrespectful. "I can give you my
license but the car is hers. The registration will be in her name."

"Whatever" Heather said sounding annoyed at the girl's disrespect. "Just let
me see them." The girl handed the documents to Heather. "So you're Jan
LaFleur?" Heather asked the driver.

"Yes I am" Jan replied "but why are you being stupid? You know who I am. And I
know who you are too. You are that friend of my brothers who was determined to
be a cop even though everyone and their mother told you that you wouldn't be
able to pull it off." Heather wasn't sure how Jan knew this but blew it off
figuring that Ben had told her.

"Step out of the car please" Heather said professionally to Jan.

"Yes ma'am" Jan said sarcastically with a smirk. She took off her seatbelt,
opened the door, and stepped out of the car. Heather observed Jan. She was
wearing a green tank top and soccer shorts. "Boy does she have huge tits" was
the first thought that went through Heather's head. Heather felt a little
ashamed of herself. She was quite flat- chested and was jealous of girls who
had big boobs. As Heather surveyed the rest of Jan's body she realized how
developed she looked. She wasn't fat by any means but was a large girl, not
the point where she looked manly but very well toned and quite muscular for a
girl. Heather had a horrible thought go through her head ... what if Jan was
able to beat her up. How embarrassing would that be getting beat up by this
young brat? The bottom line though was that maybe Jan could take Heather in a
fight and maybe she couldn't but with a nightstick and a gun at her side Jan
wasn't doing anything.

"Come" Heather said to Jan "take a little walk with me."

"Just what I've always dreamed of" Jan replied with the same smartass smile
that had been on her face the entire time. The two young ladies walked towards
the police car.

The two stopped walking when they got near Heather's car. "I have a report
that you assaulted Betty Martens in her own house" Heather stated "is this
true." Heather looked at Jan's smartass, cocky, college girl face and was sure
she wasn't going to deny it.

"Yes I did" Jan said with a smile "she was being a cunt."

"I'm placing you under arrest" Heather said and she reached towards her belt
for her handcuffs. Before Heather knew what happened and, more importantly,
before she was able to reach her handcuffs, Jan had a firm grip on Heather's
wrists. The grip hurt a lot more then Heather expected and Heather tried her
best to break out of Jan's grip but had no success and Jan shook Heather's
arms around like she was a puppet. As Heather tried harder to break free of
Jan's grip Jan tightened her hands and the combination of the pain and the
frustration caused Heather to cry a little bit. She had arrested some big men
in her time as a police officer but now was being beaten by a big boobed
college girl. "You are assaulting a police officer right now" Heather said,
whimpering a bit as she spoke. "You are going to get in a lot of trouble for
this."

"So arrest me" Jan laughed as she held onto Heather's wrists. "You're the
cop." Heather realized she wasn't going to be able to break free from Jan's
strong grip. So what was she going to do? Without the use of her hands she
wasn't going to be able to use her weapons either. Heather had one last hope.
She took her foot and kicked Jan in the leg hoping that a nice hard kick would
bring her to the ground. Heather kicked Jan in the calf. She couldn't believe
it. It was rock solid. Heather had given her a hard kick and it didn't even
affect Jan with her tree trunk legs. "I'll show you how to kick" Jan said and
she give Heather a hard kick in the side of the knee. Even though Jan was
wearing flip-flops the kick caused Heather extreme pain and she immediately
fell to the ground. Heather landed on her stomach and Jan quickly jumped on
top of her with her big strong body. Feeling Jan's huge tits on her back made
Heather feel shame. Jan quickly used her arms to wrap up Heather's arms behind
her back so she couldn't reach for her weapons. Jan used one of her hands to
pull Heather's gun, nightstick, and handcuffs out of their holsters and she
threw them into a nearby patch of grass. "See I don't need weapons to fight
unlike you wussy cops" Jan laughed.

Heather tried her hardest to break free of Jan's hold. Jan had Heather's arms
held tightly in place and she was using her extremely strong legs, which were
stronger than any legs Heather had felt in her life, to squeeze Heather's legs
together. Heather wasn't going anywhere. "Let me go" Heather whined.

"C'mon" Jan teased "you're the cop remember? Arrest me!" Jan pointed her head
in the Ford Escort's direction. "Kristen, turn on the video camera and bring
it out here" she ordered to her friend.

"What are you crazy?" Heather asked. She knew it would be good having this on
tape for evidence, but for pride purposes she did not want this to be
videotaped. "You just want to hand me the evidence that you assaulted a cop?
If the police get a hold of this you'll be in HUGE trouble!"

"Maybe, maybe not" Jan giggled "but you are the cop that no one said could
make it. If anybody on the force sees you getting beat up by a 20 year old
girl, your career and your all of your hopes and dreams are over with. You're
going to be kissing my ass making sure this tape stays private." Heather knew
Jan was right. Everyone had doubted her the entire time and all it would take
would be a tape of her getting beat up single handedly by a young girl to
force her dismissal. She was at The Bitches' mercy.

Kristen walked over to the two girls with the video camera at her eye,
laughing. Jan flipped Heather onto her back and kept her pinned down. "Let's
show the camera a few fun tricks" Jan giggled. "This one is called cop crying
on her back." Jan bent Heather's wrist in a direction it was not meant to be
bent. Heather screamed and started crying. Although Heather was a cop and
always tried to portray a tough image, this intense pain was bringing out her
weak girlie side.

"Owwww, owwwww" Heather whined "it hurts! Please stop!"

Jan turned to Kristen with a calm smile. "You getting this?" she asked her
friend. Kristen nodded. "Next trick is called the bitch smack" Jan said in an
evil voice. Jan started smacking Heather in the face rotating each cheek. The
smacks hurt Heather's face so badly but she was pinned down and couldn't do
anything about it. She screamed some more.

"Now is when it really gets fun" Jan laughed. "Time for the titty grab." Jan
used her strong hands to squeeze Heather's nipples. Heather screamed some
more, now bawling as well. The abuse Jan was delivering to Heather was now
becoming sexual and Heather didn't like that one bit. "Now for the grand
finale" Jan said excitedly. "Kristen bring the camera nice and close for ...
the crotch grab." Jan tightly grabbed Heather's vagina through her police
pants and squeezed. The pain was unbearable but the fact that Jan was
violating Heather like this sexually was sending horrible chills through her
body. Jan squeezed harder and harder.

"Owww, stop, please fucking stop!" Heather yelled and she screamed and cried.
Jan continued to squeeze harder at her crotch. No one was anywhere nearby to
hear the screaming. Kristen continued to tape the entire thing, giggling
periodically with her little girl laugh.

"Wow Jan you're starting to get me horny" Kristen teased. Heather continued to
scream and beg for mercy.

Jan tightened her grip on Heather's pussy even harder. "So are you my bitch?"
Jan asked. "Tell me you are my bitch." Heather knew that she was. She wasn't
going to argue with Jan.

"I'm your bitch!" Heather screamed. Jan stopped the grabbing.

"Kristen, turn the camera off" Jan ordered. "Now" Jan said to Heather. "The
two of us have something in common. Neither of us want anyone to know about
this. Kristen and I don't need weeks of legal jumbo. You don't want to lose
your precious career. Right now we make a pact never to mention this to
anybody. You got that?"

After being beaten and sexually violated Heather knew that Jan was in charge
and that she would hereby obey to what Jan said. "Got it" Heather said as she
looked Jan directly in the eye.

"Great!" Jan said happily sounding like a little girl on her birthday. "Now
one more thing. Kristen and I run this town. We dominate girls. We dominate
boys. People listen to us and obey us. We don't need any cops in the way of
this. If there are any more reports on us I want you to make sure they
disappear. And as far as this Betty bitch who reported us this time ... you
make sure the report says that she is a crazy old bitch who has nothing to do
but bother sweet little girls. And make sure the entire police force knows
that. Got it?"

"Got it" Heather said. Ethics didn't matter. The only thing that mattered is
what Jan said.

Jan laughed like a little girl at the response. "See I knew the two of us
could get along" she said excitedly. She grabbed Heather cheeks tightly with
her right hand and started making out with her. At first Heather found it kind
of gross but as they kissed she found herself really enjoying the affection
from the girl who had just beaten the shit out of her. Jan stuck her fingers
down Heather's pants and began fingering her. Heather got wet immediately. She
hated to admit it but she was really enjoying this. She let out enjoyable
moans as Jan finger blasted her.

Jan finished up. "OK enough" she said. "Kristen and I have other things to do.
But I can't risk you attacking me after I get up." Jan removed Heather's
nightstick and gun from her holster and tossed them far away. "Kristen on the
count of 3 we run to the car. 1 ... 2 ... 3". Jan got up and the two young
girls raced to the car and drove away, probably to go watch the birds. Heather
just lay on the ground in complete shame.

The sun was beginning to set. Betty and Bryan were still waiting at the house
in anticipation. They heard a car pull into the driveway. "That must be the
nice police officer" Betty said excitedly. "This will all be over real soon
Bryan." The two looked at each other excitedly. Then Bryan's face became less
positive.

"What if it's not the police?" Bryan asked worriedly. "What if it is Jan and
Kristen?" The two looked out the window. A police car was in the driveway.

"It IS the police!" Betty said happily. The two hugged. The doorbell rang.
Betty answered. Heather, the officer she had talked to before was at the door.
Heather's expression did not look nearly as friendly as it did before; in fact
it looked somewhat stand-offish. "What happened?" Betty asked "did you arrest
them? Can we get a restraining order?"

Heather gave Betty a serious look. "I've investigated the situation" Heather
said seriously. "It seems to me like you are needlessly bothering two innocent
girls. They are harmless. They are two sweet girls who do great in school and
love to watch birds. You give me the impression of a senile old lady who has
nothing better to do than bother them. That is what I am going to tell the
entire police force. If we get any reports of either you or your sick friend
Bryan here bothering those 2 girls the police force will be dealing with you,
not them."

Betty couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was this a nightmare? It sure
seemed like it. "What do you mean?" Betty cried desperately "what the fuck do
you mean??!!" Betty started bawling.

"Cool it old lady" Heather said and she walked away. Betty closed the door.
She looked behind her. Bryan was standing there crying. He had seen the entire
thing. Both Betty and Bryan were crying and as they made eye contact and
realized what was happening they cried even more. They walked towards each
other and gave each other a big hug.

"What are we going to do?" Bryan cried. "What the fuck are we going to do?"

"I don't know!" Betty cried. "But we're both in A LOT of trouble." The two
bawled. They heard another car pull into the driveway. They looked out the
window. It was Kristen's Ford Escort. Betty and Bryan watched Jan and Kristen
get out of the car. They held each other, crying, scared to death.