Jana's Journey: The Complete Collection

by Stevens, Natasha

  “Please what? Hmmm? Please what?” asked the black man as he carried her back into the center of the living room. Courtney was standing in front of her with the video camera, eyes gleaming with pleasure as she captured Jana’s struggles on video.

  The black man pushed her into the center of the room, where the men were standing in a circle now. She tried to run past them and each time she was easily grabbed and pushed back into the center of the room.

  “Get off your clothes,” said the Asian man. “All of them.”

  “No, fuck you!” she yelled, tears streaming down her face, clutching her blouse shut with both hands.

  “Take off your clothes, or we’ll take them off you,” said another of the men. She was so blind with tears and dizzy with lust she didn’t know which one had spoken.

  “Then you’ll have to do that!” she screamed.

  One of the men stepped forward and ripped her blouse off her shoulders, and she shrieked and tried to cover herself. Another man held her arms while a third grabbed her bra by the cups and with some effort tore it in half at the fabric between the cups. She stood for a moment, weeping, covering her breasts with her hands, in only her skirt.

  “Please stop,” she begged quietly, looking at the floor. “Don’t do this to me, please stop …”

  A man moved behind her and she didn’t resist as he unzipped her skirt at the waist and let it fall in a puddle at her feet.

  “Oh, please, oh god please, please stop,” she murmured softly, sniffling tears, getting on her knees on the white shag carpet, still covering her breasts with her hands, but playing with them now.

  Two of the men, the Asian and the Hispanic from their skin tone, moved forward, their cocks stabbing at her face. The big latex-covered rods rubbed over her cheeks, and then one pushed into her mouth; she gagged at the thickness of it and taste of the latex. Her head was pulled back and the other cock pushed in, and she was used like this, choking and gagging, drooling saliva onto her chest, for a few minutes before one instructed her to stand up.

  She was pushed over onto the sofa and one of the men moved forward and mounted her hard, on top of her, her pussy still so wet that his cock slid in with no resistance. His stocking masked face loomed over hers as he thrust hard into her, and she put her arms around his waist and felt his muscular butt and pulled him close, delirious now, murmuring, “Oh god, fuck me fuck me fuck me ...”

  The third man finished quickly and the fourth man climbed on top of her and he had the biggest cock of all of them, and she felt a renewed wave of pressure and pleasure as he rammed it into her, slowly and rhythmically, his face nuzzling her neck, the sheer feel of the stocking mask a pleasant annoyance against her smooth skin.

  “Please,” she begged weakly, as she felt the orgasm building. “Please please please please oh my god please please please PLEASE” and she was spasming again, bucking, sobbing, feeling like her whole body was on fire, as she came again.

  She collapsed breathlessly onto the sofa.

  The man got off of her and she curled into a ball, closing her eyes, concentrating on her breathing as the waves of pleasure ebbed.

  Finally she sat up, weakly. She was aware that the guys were now holding Courtney down on the pool table and were taking turns fucking her.

  Matt stepped over to her and sat next to her, putting his arm around her. She snuggled against him, wiping tears out of her eyes.

  “Shhh,” he said. “It’s okay. Everything will be okay.”

  “Ohhhh,” she said. “Matt, are there are a lot of people like us?”

  He let out a short laugh. “I don’t know. Enough, it seems. More than enough. Anyway, Jana, I’ll help you however I can. Courtney’s dad won’t do anything to you that you don’t want him to do.”

  She squeezed him tight, and felt more tears coming, tears of humiliation and shame but also tears of gratitude and tears of relief, relief that she wasn’t alone anymore.

  JANA’S JOURNEY, PART FIVE: A TRIP TO THE MASQUERADE PARTY

  When Jana entered the Principal’s office, she was surprised to find him waiting for her.

  The last few times she’d come to him, he’d been out of the office, forcing her to wait for him. Showing his authority.

  His instructions had always been the same: strip down to her white underwear – completely white underwear – blindfold herself, and wait.

  But now he was waiting for her.

  She had planned that today would be completely different, but when she saw the way he was looking at her, sitting calmly at his desk, so handsome and composed in a light blue shirt and maroon tie, sleeves rolled up casually, she knew that it was already different.

  And as usual, he seemed to be in control.

  “Jana!” he said cheerfully, looking her in the eye with a big and relatively sincere-looking smile. “Nice to see you. Sit down.”

  “Hello, Principal Stevens,” she said evenly, and sat in the chair opposite his desk.

  “How is my favorite student today?” he said jovially.

  “Fine, sir,” she replied.

  Then he just looked at her, as if expecting her to speak.

  She decided to remain silent. Things were already going completely the opposite of the way she’d planned. She’d hoped to be sitting behind the desk when he walked in, with her surprise ready.

  Finally he spoke.

  “So, I think you have a video to show me.”

  She felt her face turning red. “I do,” she replied.

  She had made a video of her trip to the health spa run by his wife, Adrianna. She had intended to threaten him with the video, but he didn’t seem particularly perturbed at the idea. And somehow she wasn’t surprised that he knew about it already.

  “Well, let me save you the trouble of showing me. I already have a far superior video.” He turned his laptop around on the desk and showed her the screen.

  Heart thudding, Jana looked at it.

  Jana saw herself in the health spa, the principal’s lovely redheaded wife, Adrianna hovering over her, smiling down at Jana as she inserted a thermometer into Jana’s rectum, as Jana wept and protested weakly.

  But the video was completely different than the one Jana had made with her Iphone by propping it against a stack of towels on a cabinet.

  This video was sharp and clear, high definition, filmed from a high angle above the table.

  “Much better than whatever you came up with, I guess?” asked the Principal, standing from his chair.

  “Yes,” said Jana softly. “Much better.”

  She was amazed to see then that the camera angle changed as the video continued.

  “There are four different cameras in that room at my wife’s health spa,” he said. “I cut this video together quickly today, but you get the idea.”

  He moved the video forward and showed one section that focused on Jana’s face, cringing and glowing with ecstasy and humiliation, crying and begging for relief, as Adrianna Stevens administered an enema to her.

  “Does she know about the cameras?” asked Jana, in a small voice, afraid to look up at the principal.

  “Yes, of course, Jana! Do you think my wife has secrets from me?”

  “Did you show her the video you made of me?” Six weeks previously, the principal had brought her into the office and spanked her, and then enticed her to undress and touch herself. He’d made a video of it before he’d fucked her, and he’d been using her viciously each week since.

  The principal took a deep breath. “Actually, no I did not. I hadn’t got around to it, not yet anyway. But she has seen the videos now.”

  “So how often does she molest and abuse her clients?” asked Jana, a bit more angrily.

  “How do you know you weren’t the first? What if the video system is usually there to PREVENT patients from making that kind of allegation against her? What if it was just your obvious enjoyment of humiliation that made my wife do that?”

  Jana just looked at her hands.

  H
e moved the video forward. “As you can see here – you quite clearly tell her that it’s okay if she masturbates.”

  Jana lowered her head and looked at her hands in her lap. “I didn’t want you to involve my mother in this,” she said quietly. “Anyway, this video would ruin the two of us, but if you involve my mother in any of this, I’ll use it.”

  “Oh, Jana,” said the Principal calmly, laying a warm hand on her shoulder. “How do you know that my video of your mother wasn’t just to frighten you more, to make our little games more enjoyable? You love to be controlled, you love to be frightened. I was fulfilling your fantasy to make you happy.”

  Jana began to cry. As usual, Principal Stevens was in control.

  “Jana, Jana,” he said. “Shhhh, shhhh. Don’t you enjoy the things we do together?”

  “Yes,” she said, sniffling. “But they’re wrong.”

  “Do you think I want to hurt you?”

  “I don’t know!” cried Jana.

  “I just want to make you feel good,” said Principal Stevens. “That’s all. Didn’t I make you have orgasms?”

  He was bending down to speak in her ear now, and Jana felt herself beginning to cry harder, and as always, to feel the heat and wetness that he always caused in her.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Yes, what?” he asked softly.

  “Yes sir. You made me have orgasms.”

  “Did I teach you things about yourself?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Is that bad?”

  “I don’t know,” she cried, shaking her head.

  “Didn’t you always come to my office by choice? Did I force you to come here?”

  Jana just sobbed, burying her face in her hands.

  “Ohhh, Jana,” he said, putting both hands on her shoulders and massaging the muscles there. “Don’t cry.”

  She just sobbed harder.

  “Stand up, Jana,” he said.

  She did.

  “Come here,” he said, sitting on the sofa and indicating that she should sit on his lap.

  She gratefully sat on his lap and buried her face in his chest as he put his arms around her. She cried harder than she’d ever cried in his office.

  “Shhhh,” he said. “Shhhh, Jana. It’s okay. You told my wife about your father, was that true?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Do you want to tell me more about that? He spanked you a lot?”

  “Yes,” said Jana, haltingly between sobs. “He spanked me hard all the time. He loved to do it when his friends were there drinking. He’d do it in front of them and they’d all laugh at me.”

  “How old were you?”

  “All the way up until my mother left him, when I was twelve.”

  “Did he spank your bare bottom? Did he let his friends see your ass?”

  “Yes!” she cried, into his neck.

  “Shh, shh, Jana, it’s okay. And then one of his friends came in and touched you while you were sleeping, as I remember from the video there?”

  “I don’t remember that clearly,” she said. “It was why my mother left him though.”

  “Why did she let him do these things to you?” asked the Principal.

  “She was drunk a lot, also,” Jana said. “But she hasn’t had a drink since then.”

  “Oh you poor girl, you poor poor girl. I suspected that you had a lot of deep issues, Jana, I could tell. Not just from your files. But from your whole way of walking, the way you look at others, everything about you. I knew, Jana, and I wanted to help you.”

  She sniffled. “Thank you, sir.”

  He gently grabbed her hair and pulled her head up.

  “Look at me, Jana. Look in my eyes.”

  She did. He began kissing the tears off her cheeks, gently lapping them with his tongue.

  She began breathing more heavily as he tightened his grip around her waist, and she felt the wave of lust rising in her, the wave that the Principal always knew how to unleash.

  “Oh sir,” she moaned. “Just don’t do anything to my mother.”

  He was kissing her neck now, and she felt his hand move up and touch her chest, squeezing one breast and then the other through her blouse and bra, his other hand feeling her ass through her plaid skirt.

  “Shhh, Jana,” he said. “Everything will be okay. Everything will be all right, as long as you’re a good girl.”

  “I’m a good girl, sir,” she said, unable to catch her breath now. She pulled his head back and kissed him hard on the lips, their tongues sliding together. She was in a fever now, writhing in his lap, pushing against his hand on her breasts, and she could feel his hardon beneath her. “Sir, can I suck your cock?” she asked.

  He kissed her on the cheek again. “No, Jana, not yet. You’re a good girl.”

  “Yes sir,” she said.

  He unbuttoned the first two buttons on her shirt and slipped his hand inside, rubbing her left breast and the lacy bra that encased it, stroking the bud of her hard nipple with his thumb as it protruded through the lace.

  Then she remembered.

  “Oh sir,” she said, breathlessly, “I’m so so sorry! I wore a pink bra and panties today.”

  The principal chuckled, and unbuttoned more buttons on her blouse and removed it entirely, his hands eagerly enfolding her big firm breasts. “Why did you do that, Jana?”

  “I wanted to defy you, sir, I wanted to challenge you,” she said miserably, panting as he began gently pinching her erect nipples through the lace of the bra.

  “But you know that’s something only a bad girl does, now, right?” he said calmly.

  “Yes sir,” she said. “I’m a bad girl.”

  “How should I punish you, Jana?”

  “You have to spank me, hurt me … pinch my nipples hard, sir. Harder … ” She felt him twist one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and the shock of pain that shot through her just made her more wet.

  “Harder, Jana?”

  “Yes, harder …” she moaned. “Make it hurt.”

  He pinched it until she squealed in pain.

  His hand moved to her other breast, slipped the strap of her pink bra down and exposed the breast and the stiff pink nipple.

  “You want me to pinch it?” he whispered.

  “Bite it!” she said, pulling his head down against her breast, and he sank his teeth into the hard berry of her nipple.

  She threw her head back and cried out in pain and pleasure.

  “Now bite the other one,” she said, breathless.

  He did and she screamed again.

  She stood up, and stripped her shoes and plaid skirt off quickly.

  “Can I suck your cock now, sir?” she asked eagerly. “I need to suck your cock, I’m a bad girl.”

  The Principal stood up. “Jana, you’re doing fine.”

  He cleared the laptop and some papers from the surface of his desk. Then he removed a black strip of cloth from his desk drawer and blindfolded her with it.

  “Take my bra and panties, sir, I’m a bad girl, they’re the wrong color, you need to take them. Cut them off me,” she panted.

  “All right, Jana,” he said evenly.

  She felt the cold steel of his desk scissors as it slid between the cups of her bra and sliced the underwire, and she felt her breasts spring free. It made her gasp with pleasure; it always turned her on so much when he did it.

  He pulled the remainder of the bra off her.

  “And my panties, sir,” she moaned.

  “Are you sure, Jana?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He stroked the cold metal of the scissors blade across her stomach. He teased her hard nipples with the edge of the cold metal.

  “Oh, sirrrr,” she moaned.

  “Shhh, Jana. Be patient.” He said. He took her hand and led her to the edge of the desk and helped her lean down on top of it, her bare breasts on the cold wood of the desktop.

  She felt the scissors quickly snip through the w
aistband of her panties and soon she was completely naked.

  The principal was in front of her; she heard him sit down in his desk chair.

  “Give me your hands, Jana,” he said.

  She did, and he held them tight.

  Then she heard the door to the office open behind her, and then close firmly.

  Her heart began hammering and she knew what was about to happen.

  The Principal was going to share her with somebody.

  “Sir, oh my god, NO!” she screamed. But she knew the room was soundproofed and there was nobody to hear.

  The principal was holding her by the wrists now, and she heard the sound of pants unzipping, and the stranger who had entered the office grabbed her by the hips, and she felt a cock pressing against her very wet and hot pussy and she screamed again as he entered her roughly.

  “Shhh, Jana, shhhh,” said the Principal, kissing the tears from her cheek again,

  “Sir, please, NOT THIS!” she begged, in a panic, struggling, her voice rising. But she couldn’t control the moans of pleasure that emerged from her throat.

  “Shhh, Jana, you were a bad girl, and this is your punishment,” he said.

  “Ohh, sir, please noooooo … ” she groaned.

  Then he was standing and she felt his cock rubbing against her face and she took it in her mouth and sucked it as she moaned, as the stranger fucked her from behind, and she felt the tears of humiliation rolling down her face, and the heat of orgasm coming, as the hot shuddering passing though her body as she came.

  A half-hour later, the stranger was gone, and the Principal was helping her clean up, assuring her that she was a good girl and that nothing would happen to her mother.

  As long as she continued to be a good girl.

  Later that night, she spoke to Matt on ICQ instant messenger and told him what had happened.

  He insisted on coming to meet her, even though it was after midnight.

  Jana snuck through the quiet living room of the house – her mother was sleeping soundly, as usual exhausted from the long hours she kept as an accountant and financial analyst.

  Matt was waiting next to his car down the block. It was a black, aggressive looking vehicle – a sports car – she didn’t know much about cars but she assumed it was very fast and probably very expensive.