Jana's Journey: The Complete Collection (16 page)

She was left alone for several hours; she put her head on her arms and tried to cry, but nothing would come. She felt completely empty, discarded and useless like an empty plastic bottle on the side of the road. Or a used condom.

She must have slept, because when the big cop came again and woke her and led her outside, it seemed to be close to dawn, the sky light grey. There was an orange line on the horizon.

He handed her a small bottle of mineral water.

“Thank you,” croaked Jana, her throat swollen and parched. Her head ached as well. She took the water and nearly drained the bottle in one drink.

“Where are we going?” Jana asked as the cop led her across the parking lot.

“Shhh,” said the cop, and put her in the back of his police cruiser again. She still felt very far away, like she was dreaming all of this. A vivid, unpleasant dream that she would, hopefully, soon awake from.

Nearly an hour later, they were driving down a gravel road. Thick forest pushed at the small road on both sides. The cop hadn’t spoke to her and she supposed she’d drifted off to sleep a few times.  The sun had risen, and it was a beautiful day; she heard birds singing.

The car emerged into a clearing and she saw a small white wooden house.

The cop parked the car near the house and got out and opened the door to the backseat of the cruiser. She stepped out of the car on shaky legs.

“Come on,” said the cop impatiently.

He led her through the front door into the small living room, which was sparsely and plainly furnished, and Principal Stevens was sitting on the brown couch, drinking a cup of coffee, smiling contentedly at her.

“Hello Jana,” he said. He looked like he hasn’t slept much last night, either, but he seemed very confident and at ease. He stood up and opened a door on the far wall to reveal some steps going down into the darkness.

“Where am I?” she asked quietly. “What’s this?”

Principal Stevens smiled. “Your new home,” he said.

JANA’S JOURNEY, PART SEVEN: A TRIP TO THE BASEMENT

Jana hung by her arms from the ceiling of the dark basement, naked except for black fishnet stockings. Leather bands locked onto her wrists were attached to chains, which were in turn attached to a ring in the ceiling. She was standing on her tiptoes, struggling to stand and ease the terrible pain and difficulty breathing that hanging like that caused her. A black blindfold covered her eyes.

She had no idea how long she’d been hanging there. It felt like hours, at least. The corrupt policeman had brought her to this place after taking her to the police station the night before, after forcing sex from her in threat of prosecution for planted drugs.

Principal Stevens, who had been her master, who had been using her as a sex slave for the last two months, had been waiting for her in the neatly-furnished living room of the small white house in the country, and he had shown her the basement room.

“What’s this?” she had asked. “What is this place?”

“It’s your new home,” Principal Stevens had said.

“I can’t,” said Jana, still in shock and dazed from the night at the police station. “My mother will worry.”

The Principal picked up an Ipad and told her to sign into her email account.

She eagerly did so, thinking she might have the opportunity to send a request for help; but the two watched her carefully. The Principal dictated a message for her to write:

Mom –an emergency has come up, and I need to spend the weekend with a friend. I’ll call you tonight. Please don’t worry, I’m fine. I dropped my phone and it broke so don’t try to call.

And the two made sure the message was delivered to her mother.

“I.P. re-router program is running, don’t worry about it being traced,” said the Principal.

She didn’t know what that meant. She was just hoping her mother really wasn’t worrying too much.

The two hadn’t spoken to her further; they had just taken her downstairs into the basement room and chained her to the bolt in the ceiling. She hadn’t had much opportunity to look around before she’d been blindfolded, but she had seen that the walls were purple and the floor was white linoleum and there were several beds and benches and wooden racks with chains and manacles
. She
had seen a leather mask
,
with a zipper for a mouth, lying on one of the chairs …

She’d been chained, blindfolded, and then quivered and whimpered as scissors were used to cut off the black top and black miniskirt that the police officer had forced her to wear.

Then they’d simply left.

She had been totally numb, unresisting, in shock, from the abuse she’d suffered the night before. All their plans to prosecute the Principal and his son for the violations of women they had committed had been blown away when this mysterious police officer appeared on the scene. All of Matt’s friends had been arrested and the man said that Matt had been arrested on fake drug charges as well, though she hadn’t seen him at the police station, like she’d seen the others.

So she still hoped he could find her. She believed in him.

But she was most worried about her mom. She’d agreed to dress as a whore and service the policeman to keep her mother safe, but she couldn’t possibly believe these men would keep their words.

But she’d had no other choice.

She felt empty, broken, totally alone, still too numb to be terrified. She thought of recent news stories of kidnapped women being held prisoner in basements and backyards for fifteen and twenty years. She’d thought at the time –
these are only the ones who have been discovered. How many women are being held captive in basements that nobody knows about?

Soon her thoughts of others disappeared and she could think of nothing but her own thirst, the terrible pain in her arms and shoulders and chest that was making it difficult to breathe.

Then she heard a door open, and footsteps coming down the step. Her first feeling was relief that she was not alone anymore, and then terror at the thought of who it might be and what they might do to her.

She said, “Hello? Who is it?” meekly, her voice hoarse and raspy.

There was no answer, but she heard heavy breathing.  She thought it was … Principal Stevens? Her master. She’d been blindfolded before him several times in the past, and she felt relief that it was him and not the cop.

“Is that you, sir? Principal Stevens?” asked Jana.

“Yes, Jana,” answered Principal Stevens, in his rich, friendly voice. “It’s so nice to see you again. It’s about time for our usual Friday afternoon meeting, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what time it is, sir.” She could barely speak her throat was so dry. “I’m, my arms hurt, sir, can you please take me down?”

“It’s so nice to see you helpless like this,” said Principal Stevens. “So nice to see you here, without all the worries about school and things to distract you. We were so limited in what we could do, in my office.”

“Yes, sir,” she said. “Could I please have some water, sir?”

She felt a warm familiar hand on her breasts and she flinched, letting out a small moan; and then she felt a water bottle being tipped against her lips and she eagerly lapped at the cool sweet water as it was poured into her mouth. She choked a little and some of it spilled on her bare chest, bringing her nipples and breasts to full attention and making goose bumps all over her.

“Thank you sir,” she said, as he moved behind her, now using both hands to cup her breasts. She felt the erection in his pants pushing against her ass as he moved against her. She let out another small whimpering noise.

“Are you scared, Jana?” he asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“What are you scared of?”

“I don’t know why I’m here and I don’t know what’s going to happen and …” she bit her lips to stop herself babbling hysterically.

“You know why you’re here, don’t you. You were a bad girl.”

She made a small desperate sound and felt her throat clench.

“Well, no matter. Jana, this is our last session together.”

She paused. “Really, sir? What do … you mean?”

He laughed gently into her ear. “Patience, Jana.” She heard an unzipping sound and felt the rubbery erection being stroked against the bare cheeks of her ass as the other hand continued to feel her breasts. Her breathing quickened; the pain in her arms and shoulders dimmed in comparison to the  feeling of pleasure in her breasts, especially her very sensitive nipples. Jana was surprised by how aroused she suddenly found herself, her heart pounding and her pussy moistening.

“Oh, sir,” she whispered.

“That’s my girl,” said the principal, voice warm with affection. “You’ve missed your principal, haven’t you, Jana?”

She made a desperate whining sound in her throat as he suddenly entered her from behind, filling her, forcing a long low moan of pleasure from her.

“Was he very rough with you, Jana? Officer Schmidt, I mean? Last night? I see some scratches and bruises on your beautiful white skin.”

“I … well, sir…” she was thrusting her hips back against him, and he was holding her up a bit, and there was blessed relief in her sore arms. She murmured and moaned her pleasure again.

“It’s okay, Jana. Tell me.”

She gasped and panted as she spoke. “He twisted my arms and pulled my hair, and he …”

“He what?” asked the Principal into her ear.

“He fucked me hard … but he didn’t … hurt me too badly. The scratches are from when I tried to run into the woods, from the trees.”

“So you see, Jana, you’ll only get hurt when you try to run away. When you try to escape. See, all the trouble you caused, because you tried to defy me?”

“Yes,” she said, and she felt one of his hands go down, and a finger pushed between her labia and find her clitoris and begin to rub it briskly. She moaned again and he started to fuck her faster, pinching her nipple hard with his other hand and eliciting a hoarse cry.

“You’re my good Jana, now, aren’t you?”

“Yes sir!”

“Are you sorry for all this trouble?”

“Oh, god, sir, of course! I didn’t want any of this to happen! I just wanted to be a good girl!” She was starting to pant, her body filling with heat, the intense humiliation of submission igniting the awful fire inside of her.

“I want you to feel good, Jana, I want you to enjoy this when I fuck you. Do you like it?”

Continuing to rub her clit, the principal began thrusting harder and rhythmically. “I love it when you fuck me sir,” she admitted. She hated him, but she loved it when he fucked her. Admitting it pushed her over the edge, and she spasmed and shuddered as the powerful orgasm burned through her, and the Principal grunted and thrust harder, and then pulled out and she felt his hot semen spray across her ass; the same place the cop – Officer Schmidt? – had come the night before. She hadn’t had a chance to wash …

“Good girl,” said the Principal, and she had barely stopped shuddering from the orgasm when suddenly the chains were released and she cried out at fresh pain in her arms as Principal Stevens caught her as she fell and eased her onto a nearby bed, the cold chains rattling and clicking around her. She was still manacled; he’d just released the chain from the ceiling. She heard more rattling and felt the chain pull again; she assumed he’d attached the chain to something on the floor now.

At least she was on a bed and relatively comfortable now. It was blessed relief on her legs and shoulders, though her arms were burning as the blood flowed back into them.

Then he removed the blindfold, and she whimpered in even more pain as the light burned her eyes. She closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands, rattling the chain.

“All right, Jana. I’m going to leave you for a while. You’ll see there’s a bathtub here within reach of your chain, and soap and shampoo. Bathe yourself and you’ll get to eat today. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” she said. “Sir, I … is my mother okay?”

“For now,” said the Principal, and walked up the steps and closed and locked the door.

Jana bathed herself, though the chain made it more than a little awkward. The chain connecting the leather manacles locked onto her wrists was about two feet long; another chain attached to that chain was about ten feet long, and it was now padlocked to a bolt on the floor. This allowed her access to the bathtub and the bed, but not much else.

The basement room was about twenty-five feet by twenty-five feet, with linoleum floors. One end of the room held the double bed, which was next to a bathtub and a sink and a toilet; there was a metal mirror set in the wall. On the other end of the room were various wooden racks with straps and ropes and chains on them; she didn’t know what they were for, specifically, but they looked terrifying and dangerous. There was also another bed, a gynecological exam table, and a few folding chairs.

On the far end of the room, near the stairs, were locked metal cabinets. She knew that there was nothing pleasant inside those cabinets. Steel rings were set in the ceiling at intervals, as well as the walls and floor. Not surprisingly, there were several cameras staring at her from the ceiling with black lenses. The light was dim and indirect from recessed bulbs in the ceiling and she saw no switch anywhere near her.