Jana's Journey: The Complete Collection (14 page)

She saw a serious look pass across his face like a cloud across the sun. “Not now.”

“Hmm, mysterious as ever. Look at my ass, Matt,” she said, enjoying the feeling of showing off her body to him. “Nearly thirty minutes on the stairmaster today before I came here.”

“Mmm-hmmm,” he said. “Your ass is lovely, but you know I’m a breast man.”

She stripped her bra off, and took her big breasts in her hands, luxuriating in the soft warm feel of her own tits as she bent in front of the camera, purring with pleasure. “Mmm, did you like the way my tits felt around your cock, that time in the nightclub?” she asked.

“I think it was one of the best feelings of my life,” he said, sincerely.

“Mmmm, I liked it too, Matt. And when I humped your leg, I felt so bad, like a little bitch dog, it turned me on so much …”

She removed her panties, and rubbed them across her tits. “You know what I’d like to do with these panties, Matt? I’d like to wrap them right around your cock and jack your off and swallow all your hot cum. I love the way your cum tastes, it’s so sweet…” she whispered.

She passed the panties under her nose. “Mmm,” she moaned at the musky smell of herself. “They’re so wet, Matt, and I’m so hot. I want to use this dildo on myself and want you to watch, and I want you to jack off too.”

“I’m happy to, Jana,” Matt said, stroking his cock.

“What if my geography teacher comes back and catches me, Matt? What if they come back and see me? I’d be so humiliated, Matt…” She spread her legs and was using the top of the dildo to stroke her wet pussy lips, feeling herself open like a flower and feeling herself growing breathless with anticipation.

“Jana, you’re a good girl. I know it,” said Matt, and she plunged the dildo into her tight pussy and threw her head back in ecstasy, squeezing her own breasts and teasing her nipples with the other hand, as she felt the waves of pleasure begin to carry her away.

“Oh, god, Matt, it feels so good, and I feel like such a bad girl sometimes… “ she whimpered.

“You’re not. You’re a normal healthy girl and some people have done some bad things to you but you’re strong and good and normal and everything is going to be great …” Matt was looking at her with his big kind eyes, stroking his pulsing cock
, speaking in a soft and rhythmic voice.

“Ohhhhh goddd,” she said and felt the orgasm coming, so quick and strong it was like a fire exploding through her, as her body began to shudder.

She cried out, pinching one nipple hard as she came, and Matt threw his head back and grunted as he too came, ejaculating white streams all over his fist.

She closed her eyes and hugged herself as the waves of pleasure receded, and when she opened her eyes Matt had already cleaned himself up and rezipped his jeans.

“I meant it, Matt. You’ve really helped me here,” she said.

“In the beginning I was just another person taking advantage of you,” he said.

She shook her head. “But you’ve become my guide on this … journey, into this world that I didn’t know anything about. You’ve taken care of me Matt, and I appreciate it.”

“Anyway, as I was saying before I was so pleasantly interrupted,” he said, “regarding the videos we got off Joshua Stevens computer – we’re taking them to the police tomorrow. We spoke to the victims, they all agreed, and anyway they can probably remain anonymous, I think, given the evidence. Courtney is going to testify against her brother. Undoubtedly she’ll lie her ass off about her involvement, but there you go. One step at a time.”

“That’s good. The scandal will be considerable.”

“And at midnight tonight, another video is going to go viral on some porn websites, showing a masked woman fucking Joshua Stevens as he tells the camera how much he loves it and admitting that he likes to rape girls.”

“Really? And I can’t be recognized at all?”

“No, believe me, I had my computer guy go over it thoroughly; you’re not identifiable with that wig and costume on. A few pixels have been altered just in case; a mole or two, the shape of your head, etc.”

“Matt … this will ruin the Principal’s life, won’t it?”

“
Hopefully.
Probably. For a while. Just the legal bills alone. The scandal and all.”

“But he won’t lose his job or go to jail or anything. The Principal, I mean. Unless I tell people what he’s been doing to me. Show people those videos.”

“Jana, you don’t have to.
We can wait and …
”

She shook her head. “I do have to, Matt. I don’t want him to do this to anybody else.”

“I don’t know if he can be convicted of anything. You’re 18. The videos are mostly …”

“Inconclusive?” she said, knowing that in most of them her consent had been
seduced from her,
coerced from her.

“He’d lose his job, though, most likely. They are certainly proof of an inappropr
iate
sexual relationship with a student. But you’d be hounded by the media for a while, are you ready for that?”

She nodded her head. “Yeah, Matt, I’m ready to be rid of the secret.”

“What about your mom?”

“She needs to know. All that stuff with my father, too, we’ve never talked about it, not once. These secrets burn you up if you keep them inside.”

He nodded. “Yeah, they do.”

“You say that like you know it well,” she said.

He took off his black t-shirt and showed his chest, which was covered with a constellation of puckered pink scars.

Jana gasped. “Oh my god, Matt.”

“Yeah.”

“Are those from … the war?”

“Yeah. An IED hit the convoy I was in. Most of the guys were killed. I was wounded badly and they captured me. Me and the guys you met.”

“Captured?”

“Yeah. And … you probably heard about the Guantanamo scandals, where the guards there were sexually abusing the prisoners?”

“I … yeah, I think so.”

“Well, the things the Taliban did to us were … equally awful. Or worse …“ his voice trailed off and he looked down.

“Matt,” she said, a tear rolling down her face. “Oh Matt, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not our fault, right, Jana?”

“Yes, Matt. It’s not our fault. All that matters is how we deal with it. And tomorrow afternoon, after school, when the Principal is expecting me to come into his office and let him fuck me roughly, I’m going to be at the police station with these videos.”

Matt was smiling at her. “I’m proud of you, Jana.”

She picked up the dildo and teased her nipples with it. “Yeah? Show me, don’t tell me …”

But outside the bedroom figure, a dark figure was watching her from the bushes.

Two hours later, Jana was driving home when she saw flashing blue lights in her rearview mirror.

“Shit!” she said, glancing down at her speedometer. She always drove the speed limit, but she was deep in thought; had the speed gotten away from her?

She pulled the car over on the dark tree-lined street, getting her license and registration and proof of insurance from her purse.

The office shone his flashlight into her face, blinding her.

“Good evening. Step out of the car please.”
The voice behind the light was clipped and deep and had a Southern accent. 

“But I, was I …”

“I said, step out of the car, please.”

Jana, still blinded by the flashlight, fumbled for the door handle, opened the door, and stepped out of the car. She got the impression the policeman was very tall and wide, however, behind the light.

The light moved, but somehow still managed to stay in her eyes the whole time. She raised her hand to shield her eyes, and the officer barked, “DON’T MOVE!” at her.

“Oh my god I’m sorry!” squeaked Jana, standing with her hands clutched in front of her. “I didn’t mean to …”

“Young lady, if you make any sudden movements like that again, I’m going to assume that you’re going for a weapon or attempting to attack me, and I’m going to use my taser on you. Do you know what a taser is?”

“No,” said Jana, terrified.

“It will deliver a 50,000 volt current into you, and knock you flat on that pretty ass of yours. You might even piss yourself.”

“What did I do?” she asked in a meek voice.

“SHUT UP!” roared the voice, and she cringed. “Speak to me only when I ask you a question. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, beginning to cry.

“Now, turn around and lean against the car. Like on TV. Put your hands on the hood of the car and spread your legs. I’m going to search you.”

She wanted to ask why, but she was afraid. The light, mercifully, went off, and she saw the silhouette of the police officer; he was indeed very tall and broad, at least six and a half feet tall. But she quickly leaned against the warm hood of the car, a couple of tear drops falling on it.

“That’s it. Good girl,” said the man, and when his big hands patted her hips, she knew.

This was the man who had fucked her in the Principal’s office, last week, not Joshua Stevens.

“He sent you, didn’t he?” Jana hissed.

“SHUT UP!” roared the voice again, as she felt the hands pat her ass, feel roughly between her legs, and finally reach around to squeeze her breasts. She involuntarily felt a thrill pass through her and she shivered.

“Oh you like that, don’t you, you little bitch?” said the police man into her ear, from behind her.

“Not from you,” she said between clenched teeth. “I want to talk to my lawyer. Tell me what I did or let me go.”

She braced herself, expecting some punishment – a slap on the ass or twisted nipples, perhaps, maybe even the taser thing – but instead there was only a low chuckle behind her.

“I’m going to search you, young lady,” said the police officer.

“You already searched me,” she said sullenly.

“No, I think you’ve earned a strip search, with your bad attitude.”

“I want to talk to a lawyer,” she repeated.

“Well, in that case, I will arrest you, book you, and then after a night in jail you can call your lawyer. Your mom will like that, hmm?”

“Arrest me for what?”

“I saw you crossing the center line and have reason to believe that you were driving under the influence.”

“I’m not! I’ll take a … sobriety test or whatever!”

“Well, after a night in jail, you can take a blood test. I’ll say that you refused at the scene and made lewd suggestions to get out of the ticket. Believe me, a night in jail with all the hookers and drunks and drug addicts will adjust your attitude considerably.”

She made a mewling noise. God, she had to talk to Matt. She had to get through this somehow. Should she try to run? Try to use her phone? Matt could help her. Were any of his guys following her tonight? He’d said they were watching Principal Stevens and his son, though; it seems nobody had known about this person.

“Oh my god,” she whimpered. “What do you want?” she asked, although she knew what he wanted. The question was just: would he actually arrest her?

“I told you. A strip search. Take off your pretty sundress, young lady.”

“Right here on the side of the road?” she asked, weeping. She looked around. The road was dark, with trees on both sides, and one gas station nearby that was closed. There seemed to be no people. Maybe someone would drive by and help her. Should she stall for time?

“Yes,” he said. “Right here on the side of the road.”

Starting to cry more heavily, she slowly pulled the sundress off, quaking with terror, and laid it on the hood of the car, standing on the side of the dark road in her bra and panties, still facing away from the mysterious cop.

“Now turn around,” said the voice.

She slowly turned and the cop turned on the flashlight again, blinding her, spotlighting her, her bra and panties glowing in the bright light. She was quivering all over, and the humiliation was making her wet between the legs.

“Very nice,” whispered the voice from behind the light.

She stood shaking, breathless, weeping, in the spotlight for what seemed an eternity. No car came by, there was no sound but insects in the trees and the sound of his heavy breathing.

“Very nice. Now take off your bra and panties. Keep your shoes on, though,” he said. She was wearing pumps with four-inch heels.

She shook her head, started to protest, but then thought of all the things he could do to her and she took a deep breath and reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the gravel on the shoulder of the road. A moment later she skinned her panties down her hips with her thumbs and let them fall, also.

She just hoped he couldn’t see that her pussy was wet. Her nipples were hard and tingling and she felt like covering them (and playing with them) but she stood at attention, blinking in the light, her hands clasped humbly in front of her crotch.

“If anybody stops,” said the voice, “maybe I’ll tell them they can strip search you, too. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”