Jana's Journey: The Complete Collection

by Stevens, Natasha

  She danced in front of him, then in his lap, straddling one of his legs and humping it hard while Matt squeezed her tits through her bra and kissed her.

  Jana stood nervously, licking her lips, wanting to touch her nipples. They were so sensitive. The left one was still tingling from the flick Courtney had given it.

  “Okay, Jana,” said Courtney, finally, sitting next to Matt. “Your turn to dance. Move it. Shake that ass,” commanded Courtney.

  Jana began to dance, slowly, gyrating her hips hesitantly.

  “Not bad,” said Courtney, smiling. “Come over here. Lap dance Matt. Rub your tits against him.”

  Matt leaned back and smiled, spreading his legs. Jana moved between them, standing in front of him, dancing with her eyes closed.

  “Do it,” said Jana. “Rub your tits against him. He likes your big tits, Jana, aren’t you proud?” she teased.

  “Yes,” Jana said meekly.

  She bent forward and rubbed her breasts the length of Matt’s muscular chest, clad in his thin black t-shirt. He moaned at the same time as she did, the warmth of flesh touching in the sexually-charged room sending electricity through both of them. Her nipples were tingling again, and she couldn’t resist reaching up and touching them, teasing them.

  “Yes!” said Courtney, drinking a glass of champagne. “That’s what we want to see. We love your tits,” said Courtney. She took off her boots and jeans, dancing around in her red lace bra and panties, rubbing her hands over her beautiful muscular heart-shaped ass.

  “Thank you,” said Jana, still dancing in Matt’s lap; she straddled one leg, as Courtney had done, and began grinding her pussy against his leg. “Ohhh, god,” said Jana.

  “She’s so wet, she’s going to leave a stain on these jeans,” said Matt, pleased.

  Courtney danced up behind Jana and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back.

  “Ever kissed a girl before, Jana?” said Courtney, holding her face close to Jana’s. “You like girls, or you just like to masturbate in my stepfather’s office?”

  Jana, panting with excitement but still weeping with humiliation, kissed Courtney on the lips, eagerly, and moaned into her mouth with pleasure as Courtney fondled Jana’s big breasts, gently pulling the hard nipples.

  “Oooh, nice,” said Matt again. “Squeeze her tits, Courtney. Twist her nipples.”

  Courtney pinched both of Jana’s nipples cruelly, while kissing Jana’s neck, and Jana cried out, gasping.

  “Oh, god, please, Courtney, don’t hurt me! You promised not to hurt me!” whined Jana, still rubbing her pussy eagerly on Matt’s leg.

  Courtney just smiled and laughed, and moved back, lying down on the sofa. She stripped her own bra off, quickly, and began squeezing and rubbing her own tits, watching Jana dance and hump Matt’s leg.

  “Look, Jana, I like to touch myself, too. I watched your video and masturbated A LOT, this week,” she said mockingly. “Aren’t you complimented by that, Jana? Doesn’t that turn you on?”

  Jana was groaning, helpless with pleasure, her head thrown back, as she humped Matt’s leg; she took his big hands and clutched them to her breasts, and he squeezed them eagerly. “Yes,” said Jana. “I love it,” she moaned. “I’m such a little slut, I’m such a bad girl,”

  “That’s right, you little bitch,” said Jana, slipping out of her tight red panties and throwing them across the room at Jana. “Take your cock out, Matt.”

  He unzipped his jeans and took it out. Jana looked down at it, wide-eyed, biting her lips in fear and anticipation.

  “Well, what are you waiting for you little slut?” said Courtney. Courtney was fingering her own clit now, still smiling at Jana with her blood red lips. “I want to see you put it between those big tits. Jack him off with your tits, you Russian whore.”

  “I’m not a slut,” pouted Jana weakly. “This wasn’t my idea... “ she whined petulantly, but she took the thick cock gingerly in her hand; it was already rock hard and Matt moaned in pleasure. A few drops of pre-cum spilled from the swollen purple head.

  Jana rubbed her breasts against Matt’s chest again, then kissed him. She bit his ear and whispered into it, then knelt between his legs. She cupped her big breasts and moved forward, engulfing Matt’s cock between her breasts.

  He threw his head back and moaned.

  “Like this?” Jana asked, meekly. “Am I doing it right?”

  Jana heard Courtney moaning and turned to look at her; Courtney had two fingers working inside herself and looked like she was close to orgasming, her face contorted with pleasure.

  “That’s just right,” said Matt. “You’re doing it great.”

  Jana moved her breasts up and down on his thick hard cock shaft, both of them mesmerized at the warm pleasurable feeling. Matt looked down at Jana’s gorgeous face, which was still streaked with makeup and tears, her big green eyes spilling with lust and fear.

  “It’s okay, Jana,” he said softly, stroking her cheek. “It’s okay.”

  “Am I a good girl?” she asked, her voice liquid.

  “Yes,” he said, and she bobbed her head down and swirled her tongue over the swollen purple head of his cock.

  “Oh, god, I’m going to cum,” said Courtney, thrusting her fingers inside herself.

  The sight of that and the intense warmth and pleasure of Jana’s tits and mouth was enough to send Matt over the edge, too, and a geyser of hot semen squirted up into Jana’s face, and she eagerly opened her mouth for it and stuck out her tongue to catch it. On the couch, Courtney was squealing with pleasure as she also came.

  “Ohhh, that was good,” said Courtney, her eyes closed.

  When Courtney opened her eyes again, Jana was taking off her thigh-high stockings.

  “Hey, what are you doing, you cunt,” said Courtney. “Leave those on. We’re not finished with you yet . . .”

  But Jana stripped off her stockings and handed them to Matt, who advanced on Courtney with them.

  “Hey,” said Courtney weakly. “MATT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” yelled Courtney, as Matt twisted her arms behind her back and tied her hands together with one of Jana’s stockings. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING YOU STUPID ASSHOLE, LET GO OF ME!”

  Jana stood smiling, still wearing her black panties, cleaning the semen and smeared makeup off her face with a napkin from the table. “Get her feet, too, Matt.”

  Matt was lying on top of Courtney, who was still screaming and protesting, and finally he tied her ankles together, and then unceremoniously rolled her onto the floor. Jana took the napkin, still smeared with semen and makeup, and popped it into Courtney’s screaming mouth.

  “You know what I whispered in Matt’s ear? I told him that there was only one thing better than humiliating somebody who likes to be humiliated ... and that’s finding somebody who doesn’t know they like being humiliated yet.”

  Courtney screamed, eyes wide, into the napkin stuffed into her mouth.

  “Oh, sorry, got something to say, Courtney?” asked Jana. “Well, you’ve said enough. Now it’s my turn.” She put her arm around Matt’s trim muscular waist. “It’s our turn.” She reached down and stroked Matt’s cock, which was already starting to harden again.

  “You know, your tits really are nice,” said Jana, kneeling down beside Courtney, who was writhing on the floor, completely unable to free herself. She twisted one small dark hard nipple brutally between her fingers, eliciting more muffled squeals from Courtney.

  “Shhh,” said Jana gently. “It’s okay, Courtney. Don’t worry. We won’t hurt you ... not much.”

  Matt smiled. “Yeah, Courtney. You bitch.”

  Matt lifted Courtney by the waist, and arranged her much as Jana had been seated this afternoon in the principal’s office; on her knees, breasts on the floor, but with her hands still tied behind her back.

  Jana sat in front of her, and pulled the wet napkin from her mouth.

  “Oh god,” gasped Courtney. “What are you going to do? You bitch! I’ll put that v
ideo on the internet!” she yelled.

  “Oh, I don’t think you will,” said Jana. “Not after you see the videos we’re going to make tonight,” she laughed, and took her phone out of her purse.

  “What are you going to do?” whined Jana. “Untie me! My arms hurt. Matt ...” she said plaintively.

  Jana sat in front of Courtney and spread her legs, pulling her panties to the side and revealing the slick lips of her vagina. She rubbed a finger gently down her slit and smiled. “First we’re going to see if you can kiss my pussy better than your stepfather,” said Jana sweetly. “Then Matt’s going to fuck you in the ass. Do you like being fucked in the ass?” Jana grabbed a handful of Courtney’s hair.

  “Noo! It hurts!” she moaned. “I don’t like it that way.”

  “I think you can learn to like it,” said Jana, pleasantly. “Your stepfather taught me to like it. Do you want to kiss my pussy, Courtney?” Jana was making a video with her phone of Courtney’s face.

  Courtney made a small noise, trying to put her head down and conceal her face.

  Jana gently raised Courtney’s face and kissed her on the lips.

  “Answer me, Courtney. Do you want to kiss my pussy?”

  Courtney pouted and closed her eyes. “Yessss,” she admitted.

  “Okay, go ahead,” said Jana, still filming with the phone, and scooted forward while forcing Courtney’s face into her crotch.

  Courtney eagerly dug her tongue into Jana’s pussy, moaning and grunting. Jana cried out with pleasure, clutching Courtney’s head, as Matt stroked his cock and moved it toward Courtney’s ass.

  “Put it in her pussy, first, Matt,” said Jana. “Your cock needs to be nice and wet.”

  Matt just smiled as he did that, and Courtney jolted and spasmed, emitting muffled cries into Jana’s hot wet pussy. He began thrusting in long, even strokes, and Courtney shuddered helplessly, eagerly.

  “Go ahead, Matt,” said Jana. “Put it in her ass.”

  Matt held Courtney by the hips and began forcing his wet cock inside of her.

  Jana made a video of all of it her phone, feeling herself building towards orgasm.

  “That’s it, Courtney,” said Jana, tenderly. “You’re a very, very good girl.”

  Jana threw her head back, smiling and licking her lips, playing with her own nipples as Courtney screamed and moaned her pleasure into Jana’s pussy, and the rhythm built as Matt fucked Courtney’s ass and Jana had a long, sustained orgasm, shivering and crying out her pleasure.

  Jana pulled Courtney’s face out of her crotch and pointed the phone at it.

  “Did you like that, Courtney?”

  “Oh god, yes,” gasped Courtney, her lipstick smeared all over her swollen lips.

  “Are you a good girl?”

  “Yes, yes,” said Courtney.

  “Fuck her harder, Matt,” said Jana, smiling and slapping Courtney’s face lightly. Courtney cried out in pain and pleasure as he did so.

  “Are you a bitch, Courtney?” said Jana, sweetly.

  “I am, but I’m sorry,” said Courtney, breathless, her face contorted.

  “Good girl,” said Jana, and forced Courtney’s mouth back onto her pussy. “Good girl does what I tell her to do.”

  Jana lay back again, concentrating on the waves of pleasure radiating from her clit as Courtney sucked on it.

  The circle was bigger now. She didn’t have to bear the secret alone anymore. The game was bigger and more complicated now.

  Jana smiled. It was good to be in control, sometimes, too.

  JANA’S JOURNEY, PART THREE: A TRIP TO THE HEALTH SPA

  Tears rolled down Jana’s face as she sat in the principal’s heavy leather desk chair, bound to it tightly with duct tape.

  She was, as usual, naked except for a pristinely white pair of lace bra and panties. The principal demanded it. White. Only white.

  Her arms had been fastened thoroughly to the arms of the chair with the heavy grey tape, and more loops of tape encircled her midriff, sealing her into the seat. Her legs had been taped together around her ankles and calves, mummifying her below the knee. More strips of tape crossed her shoulders and circled the chair, framing her breasts and thrusting them forward.

  In her mouth was a rubber ball, held in place by more loops of the thick tape. Another strip of tape covered her eyes, though her tears were loosening it a bit.

  She didn’t understand what was happening. This was her fifth trip to the principal’s office at 3:15pm after school, but nothing like this had happened before. She had entered the room, expecting to have to wait for the principal as usual, expecting to be commanded to undress, to be commanded to masturbate, to be commanded to serve the principal as she’d been doing for the last six weeks, since the principal had awakened her lust for humiliation and submission.

  But immediately upon entering, he had grabbed her and slapped tape over her eyes, quickly stripped off her white blouse and plaid skirt, then pushed her into the chair and taped her to it, heedless to her pleas and protests. Then he had shoved the rubber ball into her mouth and taped it into place.

  The principal was obviously angry, though he’d not hurt her – not yet, anyway – and after he taped her to the chair, she could hear him walking around the room cursing and muttering to himself.

  “Are you a bad girl, Jana?” he whispered into her ear.

  Blind, muted by the ball, she shook her head violently.

  “I thought you were going to be a good girl, Jana,” he said softly.

  She nodded her head, panting and struggling to breathe around the ball.

  She felt hands on her big breasts, touching them possessively, darting into her bra and fingering the sensitive nipples which immediately became visible protrusions on the thin lace.

  She moaned and gurgled into the gag, squirming in the seat, already so wet from the fear of this new humiliation. God, it turned her on so much; her heart was hammering in her chest.

  Finally, the strip of tape was ripped in a single stinging swipe from her eyes.

  She screamed, a hollow muffled sound, into the rubber ball.

  She blinked to clear the tears and glue residue from her blurry eyes.

  In front of her, the principal was turning his laptop computer around on his desk, tilting the screen towards her.

  Jana’s eyes widened as she saw herself on the screen, on a video, walking down the sidewalk towards the small house she shared with her mother. The point of view was from across the street. Her honey-blonde hair blew around her head as she walked, and she was still wearing the white blouse and plaid skirt that she had to wear at school.

  Next to her, the principal was smiling, his teeth white, contrasting with his olive skin, his thick dark hair mussed and falling over his brow. He was stripped down to his tight grey boxer-briefs, and he was rubbing the bulging rod inside them, his stomach hard and flat and his muscles clearly defined.

  Jana shook her head, eyes wide with terror.

  “As you can see, I’ve visited your house a few times, Jana. Are you surprised?”

  Jana nodded her head, moaning and making incoherent noises into the rubber-ball gag.

  He bent and kissed her tenderly on the cheek, above the tape. She shook her head violently, tears pouring from her eyes.

  The video changed; the time stamp showed that the video was last Sunday, at 3.00pm.

  Her mother was watering the small flower bed and the bushes in front of their house. She was wearing tight pink gym-shorts and a tight white sleeveless top, her hair drawn back in a ponytail.

  Jana shook her head, crying and shuddering violently into the ball gag.

  “For a woman of 38, she’s in excellent condition. Her stomach is very flat … and her breasts are about the same size as yours. I’m sure yours are more beautiful though,” he said unctuously, and pinched one of her nipples through the bra again, eliciting a muffled moan.

  On the screen, her mother was smiling, listening to music on headphones, sweeping the
hose across the flowerbed, blissfully unaware that she was being watched by the man who had been ravaging her daughter on a weekly basis. The video panned back and forth over her trim body and her long legs.

  He had his cock out now and was jerking it, his eyes fixed on the screen, a look of dull, animal hunger on his face.

  “What do you think, Jana, does your mother like the same things you do? Would she like to be tied up and spanked?

  Jana cried and begged into the rubber ball, which felt as if it was choking her, shaking her head violently.

  Then he ripped the tape off her face, painfully, freeing the rubber ball, eliciting a loud shriek of pain and terror and anger.

  She knew that the room was soundproofed, so nobody would hear her.

  “Oh god, please, sir, not my mother, please don’t do anything to my mother.”

  “Are you going to be a good girl?”

  “I’m a good girl sir! I do everything you want!” she screamed tearfully, hysterically. “PLEASE!”

  “Look at the screen, Jana,” said the principal, kindly, still stroking his hard cock. He clicked the mouse with his other hand.

  The video switched, and she saw herself again, a video made through a car window; she saw herself walking towards the entrance of a nightclub, stalking tiger-like on high-heels, wearing a black mini-dress.

  “No,” she whispered, closing her eyes in shame and turning away. It was the night she’d gone to the nightclub to meet Principal Steven’s step-daughter Courtney, last Friday night.

  “A good girl doesn’t go to nightclubs, Jana.”

  At the nightclub, Courtney had taunted Jana by revealing that she had a copy of one of Principal Stevens’ videos of her, and had attempted to control Jana, forcing her to strip and perform sexually for her boyfriend Matt. Courtney had found that humiliation could be a two-way street, however, and Jana now had a video of Courtney begging and eating Jana’s pussy as her boyfriend fucked her.

  Courtney had claimed that Principal Stevens’ didn’t know she had a copy of the video, however.

  “I just wanted to dance,” lied Jana meekly, sobbing.

  “My stepdaughter was there that night, Jana. Did you speak with her? About me?”