Jana's Journey: The Complete Collection

by Stevens, Natasha

  Jana smiled down at her. “I don’t know, Courtney. You’re a bad girl, you think I want your dirty tongue in my nice pussy again?” Jana’s heart was pounding; she’d never used those words until a few weeks ago.

  “Oh god, please,” begged Courtney, “I’m so so sorry Jana, I’m so sorry I tried to blackmail you. Please, can I kiss it?”

  Jana had her blouse completely off now, and licked her lips; she was looking at Matt, who couldn’t take his eyes off her big breasts in the lacy white bra. “You like my breasts?” she asked shyly, cupping them.

  “You know I do,” moaned Matt, pumping harder, and eliciting more loud moans from Courtney.

  “You liked having my tits around your cock, in the nightclub that night, Matt?” she asked, in an innocent voice.

  “I did,” he grunted, barely able to speak.

  “Well you can thank Courtney for that, she made me do it!”

  “I’m so sorry!” wailed Courtney, as Matt pumped harder, grabbing a fistful of Courtney’s hair and pulling her head back, eliciting a shriek.

  “Thanks, Courtney!” said Matt through gritted teeth.

  Jana bent down and kissed Courtney on the mouth. “Courtney, tell me what a dirty little bitch you are,” said Jana sweetly.

  “I am! I’m a dirty little bitch, I’m such a bad girl!”

  “A dirty little slut?” inquired Jana.

  “YES! I’m a dirty little whore who loves to be fucked and humiliated!” she screamed, as Matt pounded her pussy harder. “I’m so sorry!”

  “You’ll never try to use anybody again, will you?” asked Jana. “You’re just an obedient little bitch dog now, right?”

  “YES!” shrieked Courtney. “I’m going to cum, Matt, fuck me, oh god, please fuck me ... “ she babbled.

  “Pull out, Matt,” said Jana sharply.

  Matt grunted and did so, and Courtney cried out, hysterically, “Please Matt! No! Don’t stop!”

  Jana took off her skirt now, and stood smiling in her white bra and panties, shaking her golden hair and letting it fall around her shoulders; she felt her breasts through the bra again, and then pressed her other hand down between her legs, over the panties. She loved the feel of lace.

  She stretched her arms up in a yoga sunrise pose and then crouched down gracefully on all fours, turning around so that her heart-shaped ass was pointed at them. She turned her head back to look at Courtney over her shoulder. “Untie her, Matt.”

  The knots had gotten too tight, with Courtney’s struggling, but Matt removed a folding knife from his front jeans pocket, flicked it open, and carefully sliced the bonds holding Courtney’s wrist and ankles. Courtney collapsed onto the carpet weeping, rubbing her wrists to increase the circulation.

  “Come on Courtney,” said Jana, sweetly. “You know what little dogs do when they meet each other.”

  Matt smiled, stoking his hard-on, which was still protruding in front of him. “Yeah Courtney, go ahead. Go over there and sniff her ass like a little dog.”

  Courtney made a whimpering noise, and crawled over on all fours to Jana, who wiggled her shapely ass.

  “Do I have to?” she asked weakly, tears streaming down her face.

  Matt smiled, and rolled up a magazine from the coffee table, and swatted Courtney on the ass with it, hard. “Yes, you bad little dog! Do what we tell you!”

  “Okay,” said Courtney weakly, and moved her face closer to Jana’s ass.

  “That’s it,” said Matt. “Good little bitch.”

  “I am,” said Courtney, “I’m a good little bitch.” She kissed one of Jana’s smooth ass cheeks.

  “Smell her ass, just like a little dog,” said Matt, standing over them.

  Courtney gingerly rubbed her nose and mouth on Jana’s panties, between the cheeks of her ass. Jana moaned. “That’s it … good girl ... good doggie.”

  “I am a good dog,” said Courtney. She had her hand between her own legs now and was rubbing herself there as she pulled Jana’s white panties down and eagerly buried her face in Jana’s ass, licking up Jana’s ass crack and eliciting a cry of pleasure from Jana as she began caressing Jana’s asshole with her hot moist tongue.

  Jana shivered with pleasure, lowering her face down and gently biting one of her forearms as she wiggled her ass back into Courtney’s face, her asshole tingling with the exquisite, hot, wet pleasure there.

  “Matt,” Jana finally said, “Come here and sit in front of me, I need something in my mouth …”

  Matt didn’t hesitate, he removed his pants and underwear – but not his t-shirt -- and sat in front of Jana, who took his big cock in her hands and stroked it gently.

  She looked up at him, eyes spilling with tears. “Thank you Matt,” she said, sniffling, and licked the head of his cock, gently, like a girl with an ice cream she wanted to make last a long time.

  He touched her cheek tenderly. “It’s my pleasure, Jana.”

  She eased his cock into her mouth and began moving it in and out, loving the way it filled her mouth, the sweet salty taste of it. He moaned and threw his head back.

  Jana felt one of Courtney’s fingers slide inside her wet pussy, and then another, and she could fell Courtney moans vibrating into her asshole, finding a rhythm of tongue squirming against her anus and fingers pumping into her pussy, searching for Jana’s g-spot and finding it.

  Jana moaned, her mouth full of cock, feeling the heat and pressure build down there, feeling herself begin to grow light-headed and she forced the cock into her throat until she gagged, until she couldn’t breathe, and had an intense orgasm that led to Matt having one, as well, her mouth filling with his hot salty semen.

  She had to pull his cock out, gasping for breath, semen spilling out over her chin and onto the rug. Behind them, Courtney leaned back and dug two fingers into her own pussy until she too had an orgasm.

  When she’d caught her breath, she rolled over and sat up, wiping her chin. “Whoops, I made a mess on your nice rug,” she said shyly.

  Matt smiled. “Here, Courtney.”

  Courtney, panting, delirious with pleasure, eyes glazed, hair hanging in dark curls around her tear- and makeup-streaked face, quickly padded over on all fours. He indicated the semen on the carpet and Courtney eagerly bent down and licked it up.

  Jana smiled and patted Courtney on the head. “Good little doggie,” she said, triumphantly.

  A few hours later, Jana was relaxing on the rear sundeck of the beach house. The sun sank gently and colorfully into the ocean, the beach silent and empty except for white seabirds.

  The house itself wasn’t that big – a master bedroom, a kitchen, a living room with an attached area that had a big billiards table – but it had a big sundeck in the back that overlooked an exclusive stretch of beach.

  Jana figured that Matt must have made a LOT of money in phone apps.

  Matt had told her to bring a change of clothes, as well as a bikini, when he’d invited her here. She’d gone swimming in the ocean, and done a bit of yoga on the beach. Matt was resting in his bedroom with Courtney, assuring her she was a good girl, that she wasn’t a bitch, probably making love to her gently, tenderly and respectfully, rewarding her for her performance this afternoon.

  That would cement his domination over her, Jana thought.

  She sighed, shaking her head. But she felt positive; calm and thoughtful. This was the first time in her life she’d faced up to these feelings. Before it had all been buried so deeply, but it had been there, gnawing away, making every day a depressing charade. She’d been so afraid of it.

  Facing it was the first step to conquering it.

  She stood up and went inside. It was time to get ready for the party.

  Jana showered and washed her hair, and then put on her white underwear and school uniform again, then reapplied her makeup.

  “Don’t I need to wear something sexier?” she asked, emerging into the living room, combing her hair. Courtney was sitting on the sofa now, drinking a glass of wine, dresse
d in jeans and a black spaghetti-strap top.

  Matt stood up and kissed her on the cheek. “No, Jana. You couldn’t look sexier than you do in the school uniform. Some girls look frumpy in them, maybe, but you . . .”

  She blushed, pleased at his compliment.

  “So ... are you ready for this? Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked. He had such kind eyes, such a soft smile, so different from the hard grin and cold eyes of Principal Stevens.

  “Yes,” she said softly. “After this, I won’t be able to think of myself as his, anymore. I won’t be his … possession.”

  “Yeah, that’s true,” he said. “But what will you think of yourself?”

  “I need this, Matt, and you know I need this. It’s why you’re doing this.”

  He kissed her on the lips, for the first time. The kiss lingered, seeming to crackle with electricity.

  “Wow,” he said. “You know … let’s go out to dinner some night.”

  “Just dinner?” she smiled.

  “Yeah! Just dinner and a movie.”

  “Won’t it be boring?”

  “Boring might be a nice change,” he said, and she laughed.

  The doorbell rang, then, and he opened the door and let the four burly men inside.

  “Under the circumstances, I suppose it’s not appropriate to introduce you. Suffice it to say these are some friends of mine. They’re all soldiers and they just returned from tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. Safe to say you’re all full of testosterone and haven’t had nearly enough women in the last little while?”

  All the men nodded, mumbling greetings, as they sized her up, eyes glinting as they took in her schoolgirl uniform, her generous breasts, long legs, honey-blonde hair, smooth golden skin and big green eyes.

  They were all very fit and healthy looking, very clean-cut, their skin smooth and their jaws squared with musculature and their chests and shoulders broad. They all wore vaguely military looking sports attire – cargo pants, dark t-shirts, vests with lots of pockets, big sports watches. One was white, one was black, one seemed to be of Hispanic background, the last seemed to be Asian. Nonetheless they all had similar sharp dark eyes, and apart from the variation in skin tone looked very similar.

  “I explained the situation to them. Your safe word is ‘mercy,’ okay? If you want to stop, just say mercy, and they’ll do it. Everybody agreed?” Matt said.

  The men all nodded and murmured affirmation. “Don’t worry, ma’am. You’re safe with us,” said the black man, in a soft deep voice.

  She smiled shyly at them.

  Courtney greeted the guys, and they greeted her back. She held up the video camera she was holding. “Okay guys, masks on?”

  The men all pulled dark stocking masks over their heads. “Oooh,” said one of them. “The masked marauders are here,” he joked.

  One was stroking his brow. “I can feel my eyelashes through the mask,” he noted.

  Jana, excited, was shifting from foot to foot like a nervous child. On Matt’s recommendations, she was still barefooted. “Have to be careful with shoes, during these things,” Matt had said.

  “So, uh, how do we begin?” she asked, biting her lip and batting her eyes at the masked men.

  Matt smiled, and told Courtney to start filming.

  “You can try to run past them to the door, if you want. On your mark, get set, GO!” he yelled, smiling.

  The four men suddenly stormed forward at Jana. Her heart began hammering and adrenalin flooded her system as the four men reached out to her. She bolted sideways and took a few steps towards the door but a strong hand with a steel grip encircled her wrist and pulled her backwards.

  Another of the men, the Asian, grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off her feet; she let loose a piercing shriek and tried to slam her elbows back into the man behind her.

  A thick muscular arm encircled her neck, firmly pressing on the sides, making her lightheaded and cutting off her scream. The pressure was released almost as quickly as it was applied, and she knew she was in the hands of professionals with a lot of experience in subduing people without hurting them much.

  She was lifted; her arms were secured by a man on each side of her, her arms pinned against their bodies; another pair of arms encircled her legs and she was lifted and carried towards the pool table.

  She cried out again, unable to move her arms at all in their strong grips. It was an indescribable feeling, she was so thoroughly helpless and overpowered by these men.

  She was dropped unceremoniously on the table, heard herself crying out, “Oh my god, no, please stop! Please stop don’t hurt me! Please let me go!” as she was stretched out onto the pool table, a man on each side holding her arms, now with her wrists twisted in some way that attempting to struggle just caused her more pain.

  She was panting, chest heaving, breasts straining against the blouse. She had to lay very still or her wrists hurt.

  Her legs were released momentarily and she kicked out weakly at the man in front of her; one ankle was grabbed and pulled and pinned against the black man’s left side, the other was pinned against his right side. She cried out in frustration and pleasure, moaning, held immobile by the men.

  “Oh god please don’t!” she screamed, her heart pounding and spots swimming in front of her eyes.

  One of the men – the black man – was leaning over the pool table now. “Uh, I didn’t ask Matt, can I rip ...?”

  “Yes!” cried Jana, crying out in pleasure as the man ripped open the front of her blouse, buttons flying, revealing the white lace bra again. “Oh god no, please don’t, stop, please don’t,” she babbled, “please don’t stop,” she said as the man squeezed her big breasts hard with his big rough hands. “Oh, god, I love it, please don’t ... “

  “Yeah, get that bitch’s tits out,” murmured one of the men holding her wrists; the white man pulled the cups of her white lace bra down around her breasts so that her swollen stiff nipples were showing, and he pinched one brutally, causing a scream of pain and pleasure. More hands reached in and roughly grabbed her tits, and she gasped her pleasure again, so many hands on her big sensitive tits. She felt tears of ecstasy and humiliation spilling down the sides of her face.

  The man in front of her had pulled her forward so that her ass was on the edge of the table; her thighs were pinned to his sides and held firmly. The white man reached down and ripped her panties off her, the silk parting easily under his strong fingers.

  “These things are soaked,” he said, sniffing them deeply and then throwing the wet panties in Jana’s face. He then removed a condom, still in the package, from his pocket and freed his big erection from his trousers and pulled on the condom.

  The man holding her legs moved aside, still holding her, and helped the white man slip between her thighs – she still couldn’t move her arms, the other men were still holding her in the wristlock that only hurt when she moved – and she screamed her false protests as he guided his erection easily into her very wet pussy and began thrusting,

  “Fuck that bitch!” said Courtney, filming the whole thing with her camera. “Get that whore, she loves it, look at her face, she looooves it ...”

  Jana cried out, “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” whipping her head from side to side, moving her hips to meet the hard thrusts. “Oh my god, please stop raping me, somebody … help me, help me, HELLPPPP!”

  Matt was watching all of this, eyes glazed with excitement. He bent down and whispered in Jana’s ear, “Nobody is going to help you, Jana, nobody cares, you love this, don’t you love to be humiliated and fucked ...”

  “Oh god, please, no, please, somebody help me, oh my god, nooooooo,” Jana said weakly, unable to breathe as she felt herself getting closer to orgasm. “Oh god I love it so much, please, please please … please … please fuck me …”

  The white man lifted one of her legs until her foot was on his shoulder, and went into a frenzy of thrusts, grunting and straining as he came into the condom.

  The bl
ack man already had his condom on and he immediately moved into place, slamming his cock inside Jana, holding her legs spread. The men holding her wrists released her and unleashed their own formidable erections, getting out condoms and readying them.

  Bucking her hips wildly into the thrusts of the black man, Jana was crying out incoherently and begging for help, begging them to stop, and her hands, now free, came up and touched her own hard and sensitive nipples, a current of pleasure connecting her pussy and tits, and she felt herself starting to have an orgasm as Matt held her by the neck and whispered into her ear, “It’s okay, Jana, it’s not your fault, it’s not your fault, you’re a good girl, let it go, go on and cum, it’s not your fault, let it all out ...”

  Weeping with humiliation, she pulled on her own nipples, and her body heaved as she orgasmed.

  Her spasming caused the black man to finish suddenly, growling like an animal. He released her legs and stepped back.

  “Jana, you’re free, get up, run, try to save yourself,” Matt whispered in her ear.

  “I cannnn’t,” she moaned, wiping tears from her eyes. “I can’t, I’m too weak ...”

  “You can try, Jana, you have to try,” he said, softly.

  She struggled to sit up, crying harder, the throbbing between her legs uncomfortably intense but not quite painful. Her legs were like jelly as her bare feet hit the hardwood floor. She pulled her blouse back over her exposed breasts.

  She lurched forward, past the four men, who were watching her and rubbing themselves, and staggered for the bedroom door. She twisted the doorknob – but it was locked and slid through her grip.

  She cried out in frustration and the black man was behind her, and he grabbed her by one of her arms and twisted it behind her back, holding her around the neck with the other. Again, she was surprised that it didn’t hurt unless she tried to fight, and the confident strength with which the man immediately rendered her helpless caused her to gasp in pleasure and let her head lean back against his shoulder. “Oh god, PLEASE,” she begged.