Jana's Journey: The Complete Collection (10 page)

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
… po
ssession.”

“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 m
arauders
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.
I
t 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 black 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.

“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.