The Bitches, Part VI
By A.J. Brown
Jan finds victims at a soccer game


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Part VI to "The Bitches" series

Betsy ran her warm-up lap around the soccer field. Her soccer team was
undefeated so far this season and they hoped to continue that streak in the
game they had that night. Betsy was a cute, small little blond girl, 20 years
old, 5'2, 100 lbs. She was fast as can be and was the starting striker for her
team. She led the team in goals for the season. Tonight's game probably wasn't
going to be that hard of a victory but one thing that did concern Betsy a
little bit was the other teams sweeper, Jan LaFleur. Jan wasn't a small girl,
she stood at about 5'7 and probably weighed close to 150 lbs. Betsy had
watched a couple of the games Jan had played in and Jan was definitely a rough
soccer player. In a couple of the games Betsy saw Jan play in, Jan had laid
out girls on the ground and the girls started crying. Betsy was a great
athlete but she wasn't tough by any means. She also cared a lot about her
image and she would be absolutely mortified if she was laid out like that by
another female in front of all of those people watching, especially if, God
forbid, she started to cry. Betsy realized players like Jan were part of the
game and she was just going to have to use her speed and skills to not let Jan
get anywhere near her.

Betsy stood at the center line of the soccer field waiting for the starting
whistle to blow. She looked down the field at Jan LaFleur. Jan looked so much
bigger than all of the girls on the soccer field. She was bigger but at the
same time she was still extremely good looking. She had long dirty- blond hair
that was tied back in a pony tail. Despite the fact that she probably had a
sports bra on her boobs still looked enormous. Her long tan legs looked
extremely muscular. Betsy and Jan made eye contact and somehow Jan must have
realized that Betsy was a bit afraid because she got a devilish look in her
beautiful blue eyes that worried Betsy.

The whistle blew and the game began. Right when Betsy got the ball she took it
downfield. Her fear of Jan motivated her because she was running much faster
than usual. Her team and her fans in the crowd cheered her on as she drove
towards the goal in a super sprint. No one could catch her. Betsy took the
ball all the way down the field by herself and scored. The fans went wild. Her
teammates on the field all went after her and started hugging her. Betsy loved
all of the attention but when she looked over at Jan, Jan just gave her an
evil smile that worried her. Betsy's motivation in this game was starting to
swing from winning the game to just not having an unpleasant encounter with
Jan.

Later on in the first period Betsy was running down the field. She didn't have
the ball so she was keeping her eye on her teammate who had the ball as she
ran. She sensed another player running towards her and when their bodies
collided it felt like she had run into a brick wall. Betsy immediately fell to
the ground and she instantly started crying. She hated the fact that she was
crying in front of all of those people but colliding with that strong female
body hurt so badly and little Betsy couldn't help it. She heard the ref yell
out "Yellow card!" so she knew the girl had charged into her intentionally.
Betsy looked up and saw that, sure enough, it was Jan who had leveled her. It
drove her crazy that Jan was so much tougher than her and able to bully her
like this. Jan just looked down at Betsy looking at her with her pretty but
evil blue eyes. A couple of Betsy's teammates helped her up and helped her
back to the bench. The fact that all eyes on the field right now were on Betsy
made her cry even more. She couldn't stop crying. She was supposed to be the
all-star soccer player and Jan had just made her look like a little wimp. The
experience was so humiliating.

Later on in the game when the pain started to go away Betsy was able to get
back in the game. Her fear of getting knocked on the ground by Jan again was
definitely affecting her play and she wasn't having a real significant impact
on the game. Towards the end of the final period the game was tied and Betsy
had the ball again. She was driving down the field with it and everyone was
cheering her on. The excitement of potentially scoring the winning goal was
making Betsy forget about anything else on her mind. She drove towards the
goal and saw the sweeper Jan running at her. Betsy was going to juke Jan and
score the winning goal, and she would make that bitch look stupid. As Betsy
made her move to the goal Jan got in her pathway, gave her a full fledged
body-blow, and rammed her muscular knee into Betsy's Charlie Horse. Everything
went black, Betsy saw stars, and she thought she was going to pass out when
she fell to the ground. The pain she felt in her leg was worse than any pain
she had ever felt in her life. She lay on the ground screaming and bawling
like a baby but she could still hear the ref yell "Red Card!" meaning Jan was
going to be ejected from the game. Jan walked over and put her cleat on
Betsy's stomach before the refs pulled her away. Jan getting ejected did not
make Betsy feel the least bit better about all of the pain and humiliation Jan
had caused her. Her leg felt seriously hurt and she was going to have to leave
the game as well. She lay on the ground crying and crying.

Gary sat in the bleachers more angry than he had been in a long time. How
could the league let that happen to his only daughter? All that LaFleur bitch
got was a red card? Twice in one game she flagrantly attacked his much smaller
daughter for no reason. She should be kicked out of the league for that! Gary
was definitely to be complaining to the league about this. His first concern,
though, was making sure his precious daughter was OK.

Gary helped Betsy walk through the dark and empty parking lot to the car. His
poor daughter was using crutches because her leg was hurt so badly. As they
got close to the car Gary saw that bitch, Jan, walking towards her car. He
knew the right thing to do was to ignore her and let the league handle it but
she had badly hurt is daughter and the right thing didn't matter anymore.

"Hey you" Gary shouted at Jan. She turned her head.

"Me" she asked and pointed to herself.

"Yeah you" Gary shouted back. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?"
The statement was accurate because Gary was a shorter man standing at about
5'8, weighing about 165 lbs.

"Are you kidding me old man?" Jan laughed back. "You don't know what you're
getting yourself into." That statement angered Gary even more. Who did this
bitch think she was? She was just a kid. He couldn't believe he was about to
fight a young girl but sticking up for his daughter was the only thing on his
mind. Jan dropped her soccer gear on the ground and walked over to Gary. He
didn't think beating up a young girl would be difficult he just wanted to make
sure he didn't hurt her too badly so she didn't press charges. Underestimating
Jan turned out to be a costly mistake for Gary. They started to fight and the
young girl's strength amazed Gary. When she grabbed his wrists he could
immediately tell she was much stronger than he anticipated and then she
quickly put him in a headlock. Gary knew that Jan's legs looked pretty strong
when he saw them but he found that her arms were surprisingly strong as well.
The strong girl brought the 44-year-old man to the ground and before he knew
it she had her powerful legs wrapped around his neck. Gary had absolutely no
chance of breaking free of Jan's powerful neck scissors and as she cut off his
air and twisted his neck around it ways it wasn't meant to be twisted, Gary
felt like this girl was going to seriously injure him. Feeling a young girl's
bare legs control him like this was an odd feeling that he had never felt
before.

"Please let my daddy go!" Gary could hear his daughter crying. His brave
little girl probably would have come over to help him if she could walk. Gary
felt like such a failure. He was letting his daughter down.

Gary felt like he was going to pass out. He had to tap out or Jan was going to
put him in the hospital. He tapped and Jan loosened her legs a little bit but
still kept him under her control. "Give up old man?" the bitchy young girl
asked.

"Yes" he gasped.

"Pull your wallet out of your pocket and give it to me" Jan ordered.

"You're going to rob me now?" Gary asked. Jan tightened her legs again and
Gary gagged.

"I didn't tell you to ask questions I told you to give me your fucking wallet"
Jan yelled and Gary could hear his daughter crying. Jan loosened her strong
legs again and Gary knew that right now he was Jan's bitch and he had to do
exactly what she told him or she was really going to hurt him and probably
Betsy as well. Gary pulled his wallet out of his pocket and handed it to Jan.
She rummaged through it and Gary wondered what she was taking. Jan wasn't
hurting Gary's neck with her legs anymore but she was still holding him down
so he couldn't go anywhere.

"OK, I've got your address now" Jan said. She must have pulled out his
driver's license. "I'll be at your house soon. You're one of my bitches now.
Be ready for me when I arrive." Jan stood up, threw Gary's wallet on the
ground next to him, walked to her car, and drove away. Gary knew better than
to try and get up and attack her before she left and he was in too much pain
to get up anyway. He looked in his wallet. She had taken his license and the
forty dollars that were in there. Gary got up and went over to console his
daughter who was crying her eyes out.

"It's OK honey, she won't bother you anymore" Gary said softly as he hugged
his daughter.

"Yes she will dad!" Betsy screamed. "We are in big trouble. You have no idea
who that girl is. She bullies people all around the town. She made her big
brother her bitch and he is her 24-hour slave. I've seen her make him walk
around in public wearing women's clothing. She has a friend, Kristen, who is
also tough and bullies people with her. The two of those bitches have a bunch
of slaves who have no freedom because they have to answer to them. They ruin
people's lives!"

Gary couldn't believe what his daughter was saying. The two hard blows she
took on the soccer field must have made her slightly delusional as well. What
she was saying was preposterous and at this point he just wanted to get her
home so she could get some rest.

"Sweetie, Jan is not going to be bothering us" Gary said trying to sound calm
even though her delusions were worrying him a bit. "I'll even call the police
when we get home and tell them what happened to make sure of it."

"I don't think that will help" Betsy cried. "I think she has ties within the
police force too!" Now Gary knew that his daughter's head was not right, right
now and not only was he going to call the police when he got home but right
after that he was going to get his daughter to a doctor to check her head.

"C'mon sweetie, get in the car" Gary said and he rubbed his daughter's head.
"I promise I will not let anything happen to you or anyone in our family."
Betsy cried even louder as she got in the car. Her suffering made Gary want to
cry too, but he just wanted to get her home to get some rest.

Gary sat in his living room with his wife and Betsy waiting for the police to
arrive. Explaining what happened to his wife was quite embarrassing but it had
to be done. He could tell that his wife, Mary, was not happy that Gary had
elected to pick a fight with Jan in the parking lot.

There was a knock at the door. Gary answered it. He expected to see a bigger
male officer at the door but instead he saw a younger police officer who was
about the size of his daughter. "Come on in officer" Gary said and the woman
entered the house.

"I'm Officer Heather Murphy" the cop said with a serious voice. "You told the
officer on the line that you had a complaint about Jan LaFleur?"

"Yes a big complaint" Gary said with satisfaction.

"Well she had a complaint about you too" Heather snapped back. "She says you
tried to rape her in the parking lot at the soccer field. And she has 4
witnesses to back her story up!"

Gary could not believe what he was hearing. Was he dreaming? Or was everyone
in this town going delusional? "That's ridiculous!" Gary yelled back.

"Shut-up you dirty old man!" Heather quickly snapped back and she pointed her
finger in his face. "You better just let this go and not call the police again
or you're going to end up in jail for a long time." Heather walked out the
front door and slammed it on her way out. Gary was in shock and when he looked
at his wife's face he could tell she was in even more shock. Betsy started to
cry again.

"I told you daddy!" she bawled. "She has gotten in with the police force. We
are in big trouble and there's nothing we can do about it."

Despite the shock he was in, Gary kept his composure. "Honey, I told you that
you don't have to worry and I meant that" he said. "If the police won't
protect us, I will." Gary went into the kitchen and grabbed a large knife. His
wife screamed. "If that girl comes anywhere on our property I'll stab her to
death. That bitch cop isn't going to arrest me if this girl comes on our
property." In all of the commotion no one in the house had locked the front
door and it opened. There stood Jan wearing a tank top and shorts. Now that
she wasn't wearing a sports bra her boobs looked enormous and the rest of her
tan, sexy body looked as strong as can be. She was carrying a purse as well.

"Call the cops, bitch?" Jan asked Gary with a smile. "They can't save you.
I've already beaten up a couple of them and I own them too. I own this entire
town. Ha-ha. You and your entire family are now my bitches. Congratulations!"
Gary held the knife at Jan. "What are you going to do with that besides make
me mad?" Jan asked. In a rage Gary charged at Jan with the knife. At this
point he didn't care if he killed her, or even if he ended up in jail, he just
wanted to protect his family. Jan quickly moved out of the way, grabbed Gary's
arm that was holding the knife and bent it behind his back. The 20-year-old
girl was a lot stronger than Gary was and he didn't stand a chance against
her, even with a weapon. Jan brought Gary to the ground and easily pulled the
knife out of his hand. Both Mary and Betsy screamed. Jan sat on Gary's back
and he lay on his stomach. Her legs felt like steel pinning him down. She
softly ran the knife along the back of Gary's head and his wife and daughter
held each other crying. "You better tell your daddy not to play with knives,
Betsy" Jan said as she teased Gary with the knife. "He's going to end up
getting himself killed. Go get some make-up out of your bedroom or I'm going
to put this knife in the back of your dad's head." Betsy did what she was
told. Gary was scared to death. He felt like he was experiencing a nightmare.
He could not believe a girl his daughter's age was dominating him. He couldn't
believe that anyone could be dominating another human being like this. Betsy
returned with her makeup kit.

"Now doll your dad up nice for me" Jan laughed. "Make him look real pretty."
Betsy bent down and opened up her makeup. She started to cry again.

"I'm sorry daddy" she cried. "But I have to." Gary didn't say anything. He
just lay there under Jan's powerful butt and legs as his daughter applied the
makeup to his face. Betsy dolling him up symbolized the fact that he had let
his entire family down. They were now all Jan's slaves. Gary was a failure.

Betsy finished up the job and Jan pulled a leash and collar out of her purse.
She put the collar around Gary's neck. "You look so pretty like that, you
little bitch" Jan said to Gary. "Time to take you for a walk around the
neighborhood. Don't worry, it's dark out so no one will see you. At least not
this time. Ha-ha-ha!"

44-year-old Gary crawled around his own neighborhood on his hands and knees,
covered in woman's makeup, wearing a leash and collar, being pulled around by
20-year-old Jan. No one could see him now because it was dark out but that
didn't make him feel better because he knew that soon enough Jan would be
doing this to him in the broad daylight. When Gary had woken up earlier that
day he certainly did not think that the day was going to end up the way that
it had. In one quick day Gary's entire family had quickly become slaves of
some 20-year-old bitch and there wasn't a thing Gary could do about it. He was
not a man at all. He was a pussy and he had let his entire family down.

The next part of this series will be titled "The Feminist vs. The Bitches".