Jana's Journey: The Complete Collection (12 page)

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.

Today he lacked the easygoing smile that he usually had. “Hello, Jana.”

“Hello,” she said wanly. She was wearing a t-shirt and gym shorts, and he was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, the only clothes she’d ever seen him wearing.

“I’ve had my guys following Principal Stevens, to make sure that he isn’t stalking you full time. He isn’t. And  one of the guys checked the area for
bugs and
hidden cameras, but didn’t find anything.”

“Your guys? The guys from the … uh … party at the beach house?” She had enacted a gang rape fantasy with four of Matt’s friends the previous week, and had been told the men were all former soldiers who had recently returned from overseas service.

“Yeah. We have a personal security business, now, those guys know what they’re doing.”

“I got the impression they’re all very … capable,” she said mildly. They’d restrained her effectively without hurting her much, and helped her live out her fantasies and feel less like a possession of the Principal. “Did you … were you in the service with them?”

“Yeah. Afghanistan,” he said, in a tone of voice that suggested he didn’t want to talk about it. “Listen, Jana. I haven’t been entirely honest with you.”

She just looked at him, waiting for him to explain.

“It’s not an accident that I met you. It’s not an accident that I was with Courtney that night.”

“Go on,” she said, hands on hips.

“I hit on Courtney for a reason, and she didn’t find that video of you accidentally. I gave her the decrypting software that helped her find and open the file, in fact.”

He took a deep breath. “You’re not the first girl that Principal Stevens has done this sort of thing to. Two years ago he was using my sister like he’s using you.”

“Oh my god, Matt,” she said. “I ...
that’s …
” When she considered it, it was hardly a surprise that she was not the first; but she still found that she felt strangely jealous at the idea of Principal Stevens fucking
and dominating
somebody else. “Where’s your sister now?”

“She’s in a mental hospital. She tried to kill herself when he left her,” he said, his voice tight and his face stony.

Jana just shook her head. “God, Matt, it’s ... did you go to the police?”

“It’s not my call, it’s hers, and she didn’t want to tell anyone but me. He had her so thoroughly that she barely wants to live without him.”

“Matt, I’m so sorry,” she said. But she was thinking:
is that what’s going to happen to me?

“Of course, I wanted to kill him. Beat the shit out of him, at least. But I don’t just want to hurt him, I want to fucking ruin him. I decided to start with his stepdaughter Courtney, who is nearly as evil as he is. I told her to search his computer, I thought there would be evidence, I knew there must be other girls, but once I met you, I knew I couldn’t use that video unless you wanted to.”

“I don’t want anybody to see me like that,” she said, ashamed. “Are there other girls? Now?” she asked.

“I don’t know. That’s the only video she could find.”

Jana considered all this. She’d been thinking of it like a complicated game, but it was clear now that she had no idea what the gameboard looked like or how many players there were. “What do you want to do now?” she asked.

“I think I know who helped him fuck you today. I think it was his son. I want you to help me with something,” he said.

He told her his plan.

“Do you want to help? It’s completely your choice,” he said.

“I want to help,” she whispered. “I don’t want to end up like your sister.”

A bit more than 24 hours later, Jana was on her back on a table at a fraternity costume party, looking up into the ripe wet
shaved smooth
pussy of the Principal’s stepdaughter, Courtney.

She had arrived at Matt’s beach house earlier that day, followed by one of Matt’s soldier friends, who was making sure that Principal Stevens wasn’t watching her.

Matt had helped her prepare her costume.

The costume consisted of red silk bra and panties, black stockings, black high heels, and a pair of red devil horns affixed to a long black wig. A red cape and cowl allowed her to cover the skimpy costume.

Courtney was dressed as an angel – she wore white bra and panties, white thigh-high stockings, and white high heels. She wore a small but rather elaborate pair of angel wings affixed to the back of her bra. Her black hair was hidden beneath a short blond wig.

As they were getting ready, Courtney had talked about her stepbrother, Joshua Stevens, the Principal’s son from his first marriage.

Of course Jana had heard of Joshua Stevens; he was the stuff of high school legend: a brilliant lacrosse player, handsome and tall, dark-haired and dark-eyed like his father. He was 20, two years older than Courtney and Jana, and had dated quite a few girls at the high school that Courtney and Jana attended. Jana had seen him picking up different girls after school in his convertible.

But Courtney explained that like her father, her brother typically preferred to take things by force, even if he could get them easily otherwise.

“Before he left home, every morning was a wrestling match with him,” explained Courtney. “He finally agreed to stop trying to fuck me if I’d bring him somebody else. So I did. When he went away to college and moved into that frat house he lives in now, it became even easier. High school girls always wanted to go to parties at the college,” she said. “Stupid bitches.”

“What did you do to them, Courtney?” asked Jana.

“I just brought them to the parties! And I’d put the drugs in their drinks. Sometimes I’d hold the camera. Hey, don’t look at me like that! Most of them would have been happy to fuck him anyway, and none of them ever made a fuss afterwards.”

Jana
fumed, looking a
t Matt. “I think Courtney needs a little extra punishment for that, Matt.”

“Don’t worry about that,” said Matt calmly, and swatted Courtney on the ass. “She’s going to make amends tonight, right?”

“Yes,” said Courtney, “I always wanted to show that fucker up anyway. Arrogant bastard.”

“Is Joshua the one that fucked me yesterday in the principal’s office?” asked Jana.

“I don’t know. It’s sure possible,” said Courtney.

“If it was him, and he recognizes me, this won’t work,” said Jana.

“Or he might want to fuck you anyway. Or he might want to fuck you even more,” pointed out Matt. “Anyway, he’ll be drunk, and if Courtney introduces you as somebody else, I don’t think he has any reason to doubt her.”

The costume party at the frat house started at 10:00pm, and they’d arrive at about 10:30pm.

Jana also wore a black mask that covered only the top part of her face, and let her normal unaccented English resume its natural tendency towards her Russian accent. There were about a dozen girls there and about ten guys, including Joshua, and she was introduced to him as Natasha, a new transfer student from the Ukraine.

“But tonight, I’m a devil,” she said mischievously.

The party was already going strong, and Jana did something she’d never done much before; she tried to have fun. She danced and flirted, in a totally new persona as the saucy Ukrainian Natasha. The frat guys, mostly big handsome lacrosse players, loved her, showering her with attention and offers of all sorts.

Everybody was turned out in cool costumes, and most of the girls were dressed in skimpy ones -- sexy nurses, sexy vampires, sexy witches -- but she and Courtney were by far the hottest looking girls there.

She tried to look like she was drinking a lot, but in fact she only drank about two glasses of beer; that was enough to give her a good buzz, however, as she didn’t drink much in general.

At one-thirty am, she was dancing on top of a table with Courtney.

There were five guys around the table, including Joshua; the other guests had left to go to a nightclub.

“It’s time Jana,” whispered Courtney, her pupils huge. Jana didn’t even know what combination of drugs and alcohol the girl was on.

Courtney danced behind Jana, rubbing against her back, and put her hands on Jana’s big breasts within the smooth red silk pushup bra - to a roar of approval from the men around the table.

A thrill passed through Jana – her breasts were so sensitive, any attention to them caused her almost uncontrollable excitement – and Jana reached behind her and held Courtney’s firm ass as the two of them danced together to the R and B music playing.

“Kiss her!” roared Joshua, holding a glass of beer aloft.

Jana turned around, her heart quickening, feeling the heat building between her legs, and kissed Courtney hard.

Courtney eagerly forced her tongue, tasting of beer and cigarettes, into Jana’s mouth, kneading Jana’s breasts to more approval from the crowd.

Finally Jana pulled away, gasping.

“Lie down, Jana,” said Courtney, and Jana was soon on her back on the table, with Courtney on top of her, kissing her cleavage and stomach. Jana looked around nervously at the crowd, feeling fear – but then remembering: She wasn’t Jana tonight. She was Natasha. She was a devil.

Courtney, the angel, moved around and straddled Jana’s face, putting the two of them in a 69 position, and began rubbing her mouth and face against Jana’s crotch through her red panties.

Jana gasped in pleasure, looking up at Courtney’s crotch, and the white panties she wore.

She felt Courtney pulling the red panties to the side, and Courtney began to slide her tongue up and down Jana’s pussy.

Jana cried out in pleasure; she loved it when Courtney went down on her, with her evil talented tongue, even more than when the Principal did it. She instinctively reached up and felt her own breasts, squeezing them together, loving the feel of the silky red bra.

Around her, the crowd was roaring. Men were pumping their fists.

Jana looked up at Courtney’s pussy again. Among the many other sex acts she’d performed in the last six weeks, performing oral sex on a woman had not been one of them. She was shy to try.

But then she remembered: she was a demon tonight.

She slid Courtney’s white panties to the side, revealing her freshly shaved pussy. Jana slid a finger carefully over the swollen lips; they were already quite wet. She felt Courtney moan in reaction, into Jana’s pussy, and that was a pleasant sensation.

Jana moved her head up and extended her tongue, giving Courtney’s pussy a long, slow lick, like a postage stamp. It had a fresh, slightly salty taste, like Evian water – considerably fresher than Courtney’s mouth, Jana thought.

This lick elicited another moan from Courtney, and Jana felt another surge of pleasure down there between her own legs.

She smiled. She saw how it worked now. The more pleasure you gave, the more pleasure you got, in the 69 position.

Jana slid her tongue slowly and luxuriously around Courtney’s labia. Then she buried her face in Courtney’s crotch and stuck her tongue as far into Courtney’s pussy as she could, now in a fever as Courtney began desperately tonguing Jana’s pussy as well.