Janet, the Kikimora 4chan Janitor

Pain.

Pain and humiliation.

These two things were all that Anon had on his mind. He couldn't bear tiring himself thinking of anything else. His sore joints, once pale-yet-healthy skin turned a dark purple, whip marks on his back still with fresh blood, the course rope gnawing into his wrists and ankles. His concrete prison, of course, was no help. It only contributed to his mental state deteriorating. Complete darkness surrounded him, as cold humid air rested on his naked battered body. The only light slipped from under the crack of the iron door. A door that happened to be slowly opening to be opening at this moment.

Light flooded his room, Anon had to shield his eyes from the sudden influx of it. Slowly they adjusted, allowing him to turn and get a view of the sole proprietor of his suffering. A tall. slender silhouette stood, with light hugging on her slim-yet-full figure. With a feathery tail and high heels, Anon noticed her holding a whip tightly in her hands. He couldn't make out her face, but he was certain it was filled with a warped twisted smile, anticipating the sadistic pleasure she was about to indulge in.

"Oh, dearie me. By now I would've thought I'd have you begging for my punishment." Anon knew that he only had so much resistance left in him, he couldn't last much longer. "Oh, regardless, we'll have plenty of time to work on that tonight. Now... Beg. Beg like the human worm you areEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP"

The alarm clock rang throughout the basement, it's beeps echoing, waking Janet from her dream. She mumbled, as she haphazardly threw her arm next to her, trying to shut it off. After her hand finally connected with the off button, she sat up, stretching her arms above her head to help wake herself up. She glanced over at the alarm clock, reading it's red numbers. 3:04 AM. It was shitposting hour in the Human Boy thread. It was at this time Austrailians and Europoors went onto the thread to shitpost and derail it. "Damn degenerates." She mumbled to herself.

Janet looked down at herself and noticed the gut laying in her lap. She grumbled as she grabbed it with her hand, to check how bad it was. Janet thankfully wasn't an obese blob, but she was quite heavy. She had a prominent gut, a huge ass, and thick thighs. She groped her own breasts, as disappointment embraced her. They were small B-cups, and a bit saggy. Janet had hoped some of her weight would go there to 'fill her out', but this proved to be untrue. Maybe someday she'd bother to go out to the gym, exercise, and lose all these pounds she had gained from years of lethargy. Maybe someday, but it wouldn't be today.

Slowly she walked out of bed, and went straight for her computer desk, which was only a few steps away from her bed. Janet didn't bother dressing herself, it's not like she went anywhere. Her gray, slightly stained and plain bra and panties were perfectly fine for her needs. She sat in her chair, as it squeaked at her presence. Pressing the power button on her old Windows XP machine, she waited as the CPU began to buzz and whirl, and the CRT Monitor loaded her desktop.

On the screen was a small shota, laying on a cake, with an innocent and happy expression on his face. Cool whip covered his lewd area. Janet smiled, her father may complain about how she should watch those Japanese boy cartoons, but Janet couldn't help it. The sight of a young cute boy was too precious for her not to watch and 'enjoy'. She took a few minutes to bask in the image, letting the CRT's glow cover her, it being the only light in her dark basement.

Eventually, Janet opened Internet Explorer, as it went straight to her homepage, /jp/. She looked in the catalog, until she found the Human Boy thread. Opening it, she meticulously read through each post. There was a bit of shitposting, but nothing that couldn't be ignored. Overall, the thread seemed calm. Civil. Odd. But, it meant no work for Janet. And Janet didn't mind not working, it meant more work of a different kind for her.

Opening a new tab, she went to exhentai, and began looking through the shota hentai. Shotas having tentacles up the ass, shotas having tail pussy in the face, Janet slipped her hand under her gut and into her underwear. Shotas being pinned down, Shotas being embraced in giant breasts, Janet let her fingers enter her passage, and gave a light moan. Shotas with big dicks, Shotas with small dicks, Janet began moving her fingers faster and faster as she kept gazing at all the porn in front of her. Shotas being fucked to death, shotas fucking to death, her fingers kept moving about in her tight passage, as Janet came closer and closer to release. And at the sight of a Shota holding hands with a Oomukade, Janet felt shivers run up and down her body, as her orgasm swept her away.

She wiped her hands on her bra, as she rested them on her belly. Immediately after doing so, her stomach let out a growl. Janet supposed that she hadn't eaten since yesterday, and she just finished with some 'work', that was certainly deserving of a good meal. She lifted herself from her chair and began climbing up the stairs, to the ground floor of her home.

Janet entered the kitchen, as she went to the refrigerator. Opening the freezer, she grinned at the sight. The dark goddess's gift to hard workers like her who were terrible cooks, the Hot Pocket. As she grabbed one, she heard a deep voice call from behind her.

"Janet?"

Janet turned around to her name and saw, standing in the kitchen door frame, her father in a robe. She sighed. "Dad, you know I don't like it when you sneak up on me at night." She mumbled, as she headed to the microwave. Janet remembered the first time her father saw her cook a hot pocket at night in her underwear. At first she was embarrassed to be in so little in front of her own father, but nowadays she didn't care much, shame had long since abandoned her.

"I-I'm sorry honey. It's just... It's 4 AM honey, shouldn't you be asleep? Or at the least eating something more... Healthy and breakfasty?" Her father had expressed concern for his daughter for years, an action that had always annoyed Janet. She just wanted to be left in peace, normalfags like her father wouldn't understand.

"Dad, I've already told you, this is the hour I have to be on guard for my job the most. And I like Hot Pockets, OK?"

Her father sighed. She'd been talking about this 'job' of her's for years, yet it never paid her anything. It just seemed to cause her to lock herself up in the basement, forgoing any sort of social interaction. He feared the day he would pass on, and wondered who would take care of his daughter. She was already 28, yet she still never filed any taxes, lived on her own, or even make a purchase in a store on her own. He remembered her ounger days, when she was much more social and curious as a kid. He remembered helping her get in her first dress, and teaching her how to use a broom. He remembered when him and her mother thought she'd stay small her whole life, yet she ended up growing as tall as him, at 5'10''. He sighed, wondering where the years went, and if that young curious girl went with them

He walked up and put a hand on his daughter's shoulder, as she stood in front of the microwave, watching the Hot Pocket turn in a circle. "Just... Remember Janet that me and your mother love you very much. If there's anything you want to do with us, or need help on, don't be afraid to ask, OK honey?" Janet let out a sigh.

"... Yeah, sure dad."

With that, her father left the kitchen and back to his own bedroom. Her father always talked about that kind of stuff, about 'self-help' and 'doing more things together', he didn't understand she just wasn't into that kind of stuff. Janet had far more essential priorities to work with. Janet pulled her Hot Pocket out, and began her descent back into her basement.

Finally back at her battlestation, she placed the plate on the desk, as she lounged back in her chair, taking a bite out of the Hot Pocket. Delicious and warm, perfection in a pocket. She hadn't checked on the thread in a while, and opened the window up. She noticed a post with nearly 20 replies. Janet's mouth fell agape when she realized Bobbette was mentioned in it.

"Aw, son of a bitch!" She yelled at the computer, as she began to delete the shitstorm that was brewing.