Jana's Journey: The Complete Collection (15 page)

She didn’t answer, trying to look defiant; but her eyes hurt so bad from the bright flashlight that she felt she wasn’t doing a very good job.

“All right, assume the position again,” said the voice, and she leaned back over the car hood, grateful that her eyes were no longer facing the light. She closed them but they were still full of dancing spots.

The light went off, and she felt the rough hands on her again, first feeling her breasts and she bit her lips to avoid moaning. The hands then ran down her body and over her hips and ass, and a she felt his hand press up between her legs.

She grunted and felt all her muscles clench, but didn’t dare squeeze her legs together; a rough finger slid into her pussy. There was only a bit of resistance as it forced past her labia, as she was very wet already. She let out an unwilling groan.

“Wet little slut,” whispered the cop in her ear. “You love this shit, don’t you, you little whore?”

Again she didn’t answer, and then she gasped as two big strong fingers dug into her pussy. She involuntarily bucked her hips back against the big hand, and let out a small cry and then whimpers.

“Answer me, you little slut. Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” she said in a small voice.

She felt the other big hand grab a handful of her hair, twisting it and forcing her face down onto the hood of the car, the metal warm and hard against her breasts.

The fingers retracted from her pussy and then she felt the cheeks of her ass being pulled apart, and a finger, slick with her own pussy juices, probing at her asshole.

She moaned and made a high-pitched, desperate noise in her throat.

And then she remembered her own words: it’s not our fault. It’s how we deal with it.

The finger began to ease into her asshole, and then pushed roughly and painfully forward past her sphincter, and she struggled to control her breathing and whimpering.

“Oh, yeahhhh,” murmured the cop. “Sweet little pussy, sweet little ass, I’m going to enjoy this a lot. I didn’t have much time with you last week
…
”

When the hands released her and she heard a belt unbuckling, she pushed herself sideways and ran for the woods.

She stumbled on her high heels, but didn’t have the time to try to get them off; she felt her breasts bouncing painfully as she ran and she knew she didn’t have a chance, but she ran as fast as she could anyway.

She made it to the edge of the woods, thrashing past low-hanging tree branches that scratched and tore at her delicate fair skin. Then she felt the hand wrap in her hair and another grab her around the waist and she screamed as she was lifted. She pounded her fists into the chest of the huge cop, seemingly to no effect.

“Go ahead and scream, there’s nobody to hear. Nobody is going to help you,” grunted the cop as he threw her over his shoulder, fireman style, and she pounded on his wide muscular back with no effect whatsoever. His uniform belt has a lot of things on it – she saw a stick and a gun -- but they were on the other side and he was covering them with his hand and she didn’t know anything about all that stuff anyway.

She wish she’d had Matt give her some lessons on self-defense, on how to hurt someone with her bare hands; she had no idea what to do. She could try to attack his balls, she supposed, but in this position, over his shoulder, she had no access. His hand was on her ass, and she felt him trying to dig a finger into her asshole again as he carried her, laughing, back to the car.

He put her down on the hood of the car, facing forward, on her ass, standing between her legs and one huge hand squeezing her breasts roughly as the other held her by the hair.

“No, stop it, don’t do this, no, no!” she said and tried to reach up and claw at his eyes with her fingers.

But he grabbed her wrists and twisted her around and pushed her down on the hood of the car, again mashing her breasts against the warm gritty metal, and twisted her arms  behind her until she cried out in pain, bent over the hood of the car.

He was bent over on top of her, breathing into her ear, and she felt his hard-on pressing against her from behind. His breath smelled like beer.

“Are you ready, you little whore? Hmmmm?” said the cop. “You’re mine now.”

“Let’s get this over with,” she said. “Just fuck me. You’re stronger than me so I can’t stop you. I’m your victim, not your fucking possession.”

There was a hesitation behind her.

“I like it when they cry and beg,” admitted the cop.

Jana sniffled. “I’m not begging for you. Not anymore. Take what you want. This isn’t what I want.”

“I like it … but it’s not absolutely necessary.” The cop pushed her face against the cold metal and she gasped as he entered her from behind. She gritted her teeth and tried to stifle her moans as the big cock thrust into her.

She concentrated on her breathing, as the pressure and pain built, and she concentrated on the cold dark empty road.

The cop fucked her slowly, at first, in an unpredictable rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and then savoring the pause before sliding it fully into her, enjoying her involuntary shudders of pleasure and stifled moans and whimpers.

Then suddenly he was fucking her hard, so hard that the car was shaking and squeaking on its shocks, and she could barely stifle her cries now as her body involuntarily began to burn all over and the humiliation and the terror and the heat all brought her to a shuddering orgasm as she bit into her forearm and the cop grunted and pulled out and ejaculated all over her ass.

She kept her head on the car, weeping silently in shame, listening to him buckle his pants up behind her.

“Let me tell you how this is going to go,” said the voice. A bag of white powder was tossed onto the hood in front of her. “Do you know what that is?”

“Drugs,” she said, anxiously, standing up, covering her breasts with one hand and her crotch with the other. The night was cool and through her burning humiliation she felt like she was freezing. Her whole body shuddered.

“Heroin. Enough to not only get you arrested, but to get your car and home seized under federal law, too. I found it in your car during a routine traffic stop, when I observed you weaving across the center line. You were slurring your speech and made a lewd suggestion for getting out of the traffic ticket, and I searched you and found this.”

“No,” said Jana. “I want to talk to a lawyer.”

Jana turned around and looked at him for the first time – tall, broad-shouldered, with a big nose and a big chin, and small cruel eyes.

The cop picked up her purse from the driver’s seat of the car and removed her telephone – and then hurled it into the woods.

“Oops,” he said. “You’re probably thinking that soldier boy there, Matt, is going to help you. He’s got his own problems. His club is being raided by the local branch of the DEA, and he’s also going to be arrested for drug possession.”

“No,” she whispered. “You can’t do this,” she said.

“And your mother? I’ll turn her over to Immigration and Customs Enforcement, and she’ll be deported. Your house and assets will be seized.”

“What do you want me to do?” she asked miserably.

“Just do what I tell you, and your mother won’t be involved in this. One phone call and she’ll be arrested by a SWAT team within twenty minutes, and they’ll take turns fucking her before they take her in, believe me.”

“No,” she whispered again. Could this all be true? Was it possible that things could be so bad? She felt herself starting to hyperventilate. She had to get away and warn Matt somehow. Would this man keep his word in not involving her mother?

“Come on,” said the cop, and pulled her by the arm in front of him. He put her in the back seat of his police car, which smelled strongly of pine-scented air freshener. There was a metal grill separating the front seat from the back seat, and the doors couldn’t be opened from the inside. She was still completely naked except for her high-heeled pumps, and the seat felt grimy underneath her bare butt; the man’s cum was drying on her ass and sticking her to the seat.

She watched, feeling dazed and numb, as he moved her car off the side of the road and parked it near the gas station; he retrieved her bra and panties and sundress from the roadside.

She sat quietly weeping as he got something from the trunk.

Then he opened the door of the police car and handed her some clothes. “Put this stuff on. We’re taking you to the police station. Your name is Crystal and I arrested you for prostitution. If you say anything contrary to that story, your mother is going to be arrested. Do you understand?”

She looked at the clothes; black fishnet stockings with holes in them. A cheap black short skirt. A tight black top that showed her midriff.

“They might be a little small on you, but I think they’ll fit. Do you understand, Crystal?” said the policeman. “Your mother is waiting on your answer.”

“Yes, sir,” said Jana, and began putting on the clothes. “No underwear?” she asked meekly.

“No underwear,” smiled the policeman. And then he handed her a small black purse that contained a makeup case.

Thirty minutes later, Jana was staggering into the police station, dressed in the black slutty clothes, her hair hidden under a black wig. Her face was covered with garish make-up and she stank of whiskey, and her hands were handcuffed behind her back. The cop was close behind her, propelling her forward.

The policeman had given her the choice of drinking several shots of whiskey, or snorting some of the heroin he had. She’d chosen the whiskey.

The male police officers in the station looked at her with a combination of lust and disdain; the female officers just looked at her with disgust. Her head was spinning and she was so confused and terrified she didn’t know what to do; she supposed she looked like a usual drugged-up street whore, though, so nobody would believe her even if she tried to tell somebody what had happened.

And then she was led past thick windows that showed a holding cell full of a dozen or so people; tough-looking gang members, ranting and red-faced drunks, and …

All four of Matt’s soldier friends. The men who she’d enacted the gang rape fantasy with. The men who had been following Principal Stevens and his son.

“No, no, no,” she said softly.

“Oh yes,” said the cop. “
Some bad guys. Arrested tonight. Stalking
Principal Stevens with illegal automatic weapons
and drugs
in their cars.”

The cop led her into a small room where he pressed her fingers one by one on a scanner connected to a screen which showed her fingerprints. He entered some details on a keyboard.

“You’re Crystal now,” he said. “If you try to run, nobody will believe you’re anything but a girl with a history of prostitution and drug arrests.”

She soon found herself sitting in a small interrogation room with a metal table and chairs bolted to the floor; the cop cuffed her to a ring bolt on the table. He gave her a small paper cup filled with water, and after she drank it, he poured her a large shot of whiskey from a pocket flask, and told her to drink it.

She did. It was like drinking fire. She’d never drunk whiskey before. It made her feel numb and far away.

“How are you feeling, Crystal?”

She didn’t answer for a moment. “Confused,” she finally said.

“Do you remember why
we picked you up
, Crystal?” asked the cop.

“Prostitution.”

“You were selling your ass on the street, weren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m a little whore,” she said, dully. She noticed there was a camera in the room, staring down at the two of them from the ceiling, and she looked at it, feeling the strange urge to wave.

“Don’t worry about that,” said the cop. “I’m the watch commander, nobody sees that video except me. Now, are you ready, Crystal?” he asked, unbuckling his pants.

“Yes,” she said, opening her mouth wide obediently to accept his cock.

His cock was thick and sour tasting, with a heavy musky odor, and he was hard as a piece of rock, and she gagged as it touched the back of her throat. Spit oozed all over the front of the black top she wore. He reached down and fondled her breasts, which were naked under the cheap halter top.

“Now, Crystal, you better swallow every drop. One little telltale cum stain on that cheap whore outfit of yours and your mom will go to prison. You see what I can do, don’t you?”

She nodded, his cock still filling her mouth and throat and made an affirmative sound around it.

He grabbed the back of her head and thrust hard until he began to pant and finally she was choking on his semen, her mouth full of cock and thick hot globs of cum. She was choking, coughing as he pulled out.

“I warned you,” he said, watching her. “You swallow every single bit of that, Crystal. If even one little drop falls …”

He watched her, amused, as she covered her mouth with her hands and coughed and finally managed to swallow all of it.

And somehow she wasn’t surprised when another police officer came in and watched, and then forced her to suck his cock, as well.