Jana's Journey: The Complete Collection (19 page)

Officer Schmidt unfastened the leather bands that held Jana’s wrists and feet, and encouraged her to stand. The ring in her pussy lip stung a bit.

“Kiss your masters,” said Principal Stevens.

Jana obediently kissed each of the men on the lips.

O
f
ficer Schmidt smeared the large dildo – it was more than a foot long
, and thick
- with petroleum jelly, and handed it to Jana. “Now take this, and put it as far into your asshole as it will go. Be a good slave.”

“Do my masters want me to be on all fours while I do that?” Jana asked.

They looked at each other. “That would be fine,” said Principal Stevens. “On all fours, like a little bitch dog.”

There was a chirping noise as a telephone went off; Officer Schmidt took his phone out and looked at it, then looked at Principal Stevens and nodded.

“Problem?” asked Principal Stevens.

“Hmm. Pizza delivery guy just went up the access road. Wait here.” He bounded up the steps and went through the door, letting it close solidly behind him.

Jana took a deep breath and closed her eyes, and thought of her mother.

She looked up at Principal Stevens through a few stray strands of her hair. “Sir, can I suck your cock?” she said softly, looking him in the eyes.

“We should wait for Officer Schmidt to return,” said Principal Stevens.

“But I miss my Principal sir. Let me suck it while I stick this in my ass.”

Principal Stevens smiled and patted her on the head. “That’s a good slave.” He pulled his pants down and offered his cock to Jana.

Jana immediately bit into his cock and slammed her hand into his balls.

She did not bite deeply into the cock; she knew she didn’t need to. The Principal shrieked in surprise and doubled over. Jana stood up and swung the heavy dildo as hard as she could into the side of his head.

It made a very solid WHAP
sound. While made of flexible rubber, the thing was large and weighed several pounds. The flex of it just added to the impact against the side of his head.

The Principal’s feet went out from under him and he fell sideways, and there was another solid “whack” of his head against the linoleum. A low rattling moan escaped the Principal, who was lying face up; he stirred as if trying to raise his head.

Jana used the heavy dildo to hit him again, and this time his nose exploded in a gout of blood, and his head slammed back into the linoleum again, and he made another rattling noise but lay still.

Jana now noticed that a puddle of blood was forming behind the Principal’s head.

She darted to the chain that had been used to chain her ankle to the floor; the leather band and its clasp was still open, and Schmidt had the key.

Jana clamped it on the Principal’s ankle.

Schmidt’s stun gun was lying in the open cabinet where he’d taken the dildo; Jana ran to it and grabbed it, pressing the trigger as she’d seen Schmidt do, pleased when a blue arc of electricity ran between the terminals.

She considered zapping the Principal once for good measure, but she didn’t want to run down the battery. And he still hadn’t stirred.

She walked carefully up the steps – adjusting the wedding dress to cover her breasts again – she regretted that she was barefoot, but the only shoes down here were elaborate high heels and those wouldn’t be useful.

She waited, braced against the wall in front of the door, struggling to control her breathing; when Schmidt opened it, she would smash into it as hard as she could and try to get past him, striking out the Taser. Schmidt outweighed her by perhaps more than one hundred and fifty pounds, but perhaps with surprise she could get past him.

It would be better than waiting here for these two psychos to finally kidnap her mother.

She heard the beeping of the lock, and as the door opened, she slammed into it and it flew open and she saw a tall figure in dark green and grey clothing – she struck out with the Taser but the figure danced backwards – and her mind registered that it wasn’t Schmidt, and the figure jumped backwards again and she ran past the figure.

A voice said, “JANA! It’s
Matt
! Stop! It’s Matt!”

It was Matt. Alive. Or …? No.

Jana turned and saw light and the hallway in front of her, another open door, and she ran at the light, still dressed in the wedding dress, her head spinning. Black spots floated in front of her eyes.

Outside it was cool and raining; Jana’s body and lungs and brain soared at the oxygen, the fresh air, the smell of the trees and the earth, after a week in the basement. Her eyes hurt and she couldn’t stop squeezing them shut, but now the tears were coming again.

Schmidt was lying in the mud. Face down, just outside the door. His wrists were bound behind him with plastic ties
.

Jana spun in a circle, her breath coming ragged. She was hyperventilating.

“Jana?” said Matt. “It’s me. I … I’m sorry it took so long to find you. Are you okay?”

She turned and looked at him. He was clad in camouflage clothing and had some kind of
dark makeup
rubbed on his face, though the rain was streaking it and making it run away; his hair was full of mud and leaves.

“They said you were dead. Shot during an arrest,” Jana managed to gasp.

“No,” he said. “They came to arrest me. I got away. I’ve been running for the past week. Trying to find you.”

Jana struggled to breathe. “How … did you find me?”

“I was waiting outside your mother’s house all night, every night. I thought they’d come there, and they did. They didn’t hurt your mother, I made sure of that. They stole something, I didn’t stop them because I knew I could follow them back here.”

“Yes,” said Jana. “They stole her panties.”

“Are you okay, Jana?” Matt was moving closer, slowly, his hands raised with the palms showing.

She looked at him. She looked at the stun gun in her hand and dropped it into the mud.

“I mean, are you … should we take you to the hospital now?” he asked.

“I don’t … think so. I’m okay. They hurt me, but I’m … okay. A little … confused.”

“That’s okay. That’s okay.”

He moved closer to her and held out his hand; she took it and moved close to him and he put his arm around her and she
collapsed against him a
nd began to cry, and he began to cry too, both of them sobbing in the rain and holding on tight to the other.

After a while they went inside.

Courtney was standing in the kitchen; Jana hadn’t noticed her before. She seemed nearly catatonic, staring into space, but she said, “Hi Jana.”

Schmidt had regained consciousness; he made some half-hearted threats and protests and Matt quickly picked up the stun gun and zapped him until her stopped moving, and then dragged Schmidt
into the house
by his feet, opened the basement door and tumbled him down the steps. Then he closed the heavy door with a resounding thud and moved the bookshelf back into place.

“Fall down go boom,” said Courtney, and laughed hollowly.

“How did you … get him?” asked Jana.

“I hired a pizza delivery guy to come up here. I knew they had an alarm on the road there. Schmidt came out and told the pizza guy that he had the wrong address, and after the pizza guy left, I came out of the trees and choked him out from behind.”

“Choked him out?” asked Jana.

“
Put my arm around his neck and c
ut off the blood flow to his brain until he lost consciousness. I’ll show you how to do it sometime later,” he said.  “Then I went inside and saw Courtney. She told me how to open the door.”

Courtney smiled wanly and recited the numeric combination that opened the keypad lock.

“What happened to … Joshua?” asked Jana.

“He’s in the hospital. He overdosed on drugs,” said Courtney in her ghostly vacant voice.

“Hmmm,” said Jana. She somehow wasn’t surprised.

“The videos are all on the computer here,” said Courtney. “Upstairs. They like to watch them.”

“Jana,” said Matt flatly. “Do you want me to kill them? Or do you want to kill them?” He put his hand on the butt of the gun holstered on his belt.

“No,” said Jana. “No, Matt. I want them locked up. Just like I was locked up. We can … tell the police? Or are they …?”

Matt sighed. “It was Schmidt and two other officers who laid the frame on me and my friends. In the club I have a surveillance video of the bust and it shows one of the cops planting the drugs. That’s with my lawyer now, they’re already in negotiations with the city prosecutor; they’re trying to sort out which cops are involved and which aren’t. There’s still a warrant out for my arrest , but I had to run, I had to find you.”

“I’ve watched some documentaries about prison. That’s where I want them. In there with other animals.”

“Yeah. They won’t have a good time in there.” Tears were running down his face as he continued. “I couldn’t find Stevens, he was out here all week, and I checked property records but this place, it’s not in either of their names, I didn’t even know who Schmidt was until last night, and …
I really fucked that up. Jana, I’m so, so sorry that I let them do this to you …”

Jana put her arm around him. “You didn’t, Matt. They did it.”

Matt commanded Courtney to make some coffee and some sandwiches; they removed the wedding dress and the gold enslavement ring, and Jana cleaned up as best she could and dressed in some of Courtney’s clothes
.

After they ate, they talked about what to do.

Matt shook his head. “There will be trials, the media will be all over it. Your life and your name will be dragged out in front of the public, all this awful shit. Do you want that?”

“I told you Matt, yeah, I do. No more secrets. No more shame. It’s how psychos like that thrive. In darkness. In secret. No more. I want everybody to know.”

“It’ll cost a fortune. Good thing I have a fortune. But .. . you’ll be famous, and there’s probably money to be made. Books. Interviews.”

“My own reality show?” she smiled. “Wonderful. Mostly though I just want to talk to my mother. There are … a lot of things we need to talk about.”

“Do you want me to call my lawyer now?” asked Matt. “I have to turn myself in, you have to make a statement, an examination that won’t be pleasant.”

“Nothing could be less pleasant than the last week.” She smiled
cruelly
. “Maybe we could … leave them down there overnight. Call the lawyer in the morning. Let them think they’ll be down there a long time. Let them get scared.”

Matt smiled back and touched her cheek. “We do need some rest,” said Matt.

Jana looked at the telephone for a long time, holding Matt’s hand, and finally picked it up and called her mother.

E
PILOGUE: A TRIP TO PRAGUE

Two years later

Jana walked confidently and catlike through the beautiful historic stre
ets of central Prague in the Czech Republic.

Two months past her 20
th
birthday, Jana was no longer a shy and hesitant schoolgirl. Her shoulders were thrown back and her
green
eyes cut ahead of her like lasers. She wore jeans, high-heeled boots, and a tight t-shirt under an expensive leather jacket. Her blonde hair was drawn back in a ponytail.

She wore black underwear. Since the day she had escaped, she had not worn white underwear.

As she walked down the cobblestoned streets towards her destination, she thought of the end of her slavery, two years previously.

When Matt had finally called the police, the next day, paramedics had removed Principal Stevens and Officer Schmidt from the basement very much the worse for wear. Principal Stevens had a
concussion, a split scalp, and
a
badly bruised penis and a
ruptured testicle. Officer Schmidt had a broken leg and a broken hip after Matt had tossed him down the stairs. Both men were nearly hysterical with fear by the time the
police had arrived to take them, both quite sure that Jana and Matt intended to leave them to starve to death.

The trial and subsequent civil suit had been one of the bigge
st news
stories of the
year
. Principal Stevens and Officer Schmidt had been indicted for kidnapping, rape and sexual assault, unlawful imprisonment, and a whole host of other charges. Joshua Stevens had been indicted for rape, and Principal Stevens’ wife had been indicted on sexual assault charges.
Joshua Stevens had overdosed on painkillers during Jana’s week of captivity; his mother attempted to hang herself in her cell but was stopped by a guard and put in a mental unit.

Matt spent a lot of money hiring the best lawyers and detectives, and when t
he
arrest
began to be p
ublicized, other victims of the Stevens family and Schmidt
came forward. With the videos
th
e men had made, and Jana’s
clear and detailed te
stimony,
as well as the testimony and additional evidence provided by Courtney
and other victims
, t
he
ir
fate was sealed
.