Jana's Journey: The Complete Collection (6 page)

“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?”

“No sir,” whined Jana. “I promise, I just went to dance, I saw her, but I didn’t speak to her, don’t do anything to my mother, pleeeeeease …”

“Are you sure, Jana?” he asked quietly, watching her with intent hawk-like eyes.

Her hysterics renewed, she shook her head violently, chanting “No please no please no, nothing happened, I didn’t
talk to
her, no no no. . .”

“Shhhh, Jana. Shhh, it’s okay.” He was stroking her long blonde hair. “While you were blindfolded, I checked your phone. My stepdaughter’s number isn’t on there. I don’t see her on your contact list on Facebook. I don’t see any slutty pictures on here. Fortunately for you. And your mother.”

“Oh god oh god, thank you sir, thank you thank you,” gibbered Jana, in horror.

Jana was nearly hyperventilating with terror and lust; there was a feverish heat between her legs, and she could do nothing to ease it, not even rub her ass against the seat. She was sealed in tight with the tape.

“Shh, shhh,” said Principal Stevens, putting her hands gently on her ears. “Open your mouth, little slut.”

He forced his big rock-hard cock into her mouth, and she instinctively pursed her lips. He slowly forced it in until she was choking and she gagged and felt herself almost vomit. He pinched her nose shut, and she suddenly found she couldn’t breathe; black spots were blooming behind her eyes.

She gasped as he pulled it out, tears and spit and bile combining to run down her face onto her breasts and the tape that held her to the chair.

“Are you a good girl? Are you going to make me happy?”
he asked.

“Yes,” she gasped weakly. “Fuck my mouth, please, fuck my face
…
” she whined, writhing against her bonds. “Please, sir, please, I’m a good girl, please let me suck it
…”

“Why should I? You’re just a little tease. I bet you enjoyed all those men watching you on the dance floor.”

She made a low wailing nose, shaking her head. “Just let me suck it, sir, I won’t tell, I won’t betray you, please sir, I just want to be a good girl and make you happy.”

“All right, you can suck it,” he said, forcing it into her mouth again while holding her nose, repeating the procedure again and again, gagging her, blocking her breathing, and by the time he came into her mouth and onto her face in thick sticky ropes, she was nearly unconscious, her face and chest covered with tears, semen and saliva.

He rewound the video and turned the chair towards the computer. “Here you go, Jana. Sit here and watch your mother watering the garden, and think about how you need to obey me. I’m going to go out for a while, and you just sit and think. All right?”

Her head lolled weakly back against the chair; she made a long mewling noise and started to cry again, nodding her head. “Yes, sir, thank you, thank you sir, please, please … ” She felt the cum and spit drying sticky on her face and chin. “I’m a bad girl and I’m so so sorry …” 

He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Thirty minutes later, after Principal Stevens released her, cutting her free with scissors, gently cooing words of support and encouragement to her as he helped her clean off with a package of moist towelettes from his desk, she got dressed, sniffling and dazed from what had happened today.

As she left, she realized something was wrong.

“Don’t you want my panties, sir?” The principal always kept her panties after one of these sessions, usually after he ripped them off or snipped them off with a scissors.

He smiled at her. “Not this time, Jana. I’ll be expecting, in the next session, for you to bring me a pair of your mother’s panties. Understand?”

She nodded in mute horror. And with that he closed the office door.

She shivered, all the way home, barely able to catch her breath.

The things she did with the principal were undoubtedly wrong, but she couldn’t hide from herself the fact that she loved, she craved, the powerful orgasms and the sensation of total freedom and release she experienced in helplessness and humiliation.

But involving her mother in it? It was unthinkable.

Her mother had always done her best to protect her, after her bad marriage to a drunk American in the mean streets of Russia.  Since they’d come to America five years ago – without her father – when she’d started to bloom into a woman – her mother had gone to great lengths to instill in her the idea that men, and sex, could be very dangerous.

Jana had certainly learned that!

Now she just had to keep her mother from learning it.

She laid down in her bed, emotionally and physically exhausted, her stomach churning and her throat sore, and curled up in the fetal position, lying in the dark thinking.