Jana's Journey: The Complete Collection (4 page)

She collapsed back on the floor, whimpering, more tears soaking into her blindfold.

“Good girl,” he cooed. “Jana’s a good girl today. So she gets a reward. Get on your knees again, little Jana.”

“Yes sir,” she said. She eagerly rolled over and put her ass in the air again.

“You’re ready to get fucked now, hmmm, Jana?” he said into her ear.

“Sir,” she said, “I’m ready to do whatever you want me to do, sir.” 

“Of course you are.” He patted her head tenderly. “Good girl.”

“I’m a good girl, sir.” 

She felt cold metal touch her waist and she gasped; he was snipping her panties off with scissors. Her pussy felt so swollen and wet as he pulled her moist panties away.

Put then she felt something wet touch her asshole, and she flinched.

“I’m going to take your asshole today, Jana.” She felt lubricant being smeared around her anus, and she moaned as a slick finger penetrated her. She felt her sphincter contract, then relax. He’d never put his cock in her ass before, although he’d had his finger there several times, which she loved. It was a sensation that usually put her over the brink to orgasm.

“Oh no! Sir! It will hurt! It’s too biiiigggg. . ..” she whined, rubbing her ass eagerly backwards.

“You little liar,” he said, slapping her ass hard. “You want it. You’re very wet, Jana.” He drove two fingers into her pussy, making her cry out and thrust backwards onto them.

“Sir, I can’t take it in my ass, it’s dirty! I’m a good girl!” She put her cheek on the floor, extending her arms in front of her, rubbing her breasts on the carpet, a pose from her yoga practice.

“Shhhh,” he said, and gagged her with her own wet panties. Then she felt something being slipped around her neck and tightened; his necktie, she assumed. He pulled it uncomfortably tight, constricting her neck and making her cough.

“Now, you have to be very still,” he said, lovingly. “Don’t move too much or you’ll choke yourself.” 

Then she felt the incredible sensation of his cock moving slowly, so slowly, inexorably, into her asshole.

“MMMMMmmmmmm!” she cried into the gag. Tears rolled down her face as she rubbed her breasts against the carpet. “Mmmmm! Mrrrmm! MMMRRRMMM!” The pressure, the heat, it was all building, building, and then he was moving his cock in and out, then pounding harder and harder, and she felt herself orgasming with such intensity as the necktie tightened around her neck that she blacked out.

Then she felt herself being slapped lightly, lips on hers, and gasped as she came back to consciousness.

“Ohh, my god, sir, that was so incredible,” she said, as he removed the blindfold from her eyes and kissed the tears off her wet cheeks. She whimpered gratefully. “Thank you so much sir.” Her ass felt like it was burning, inside and out, but her body still quivered from the intense orgasm.

“Ohh, good little student,” he said. “Such a good little student.”

“Am I good girl?” she said, quietly.

“You are. You do what I tell you to do, that makes you a good girl.”

That night,
Jana
finally did it, something she’d been planning since after the first visit to the principal’s office.

Principal Stevens’ stepdaughter, Courtney, was one of the most popular girls at school. A tall slim athletic brunette, she had thick dark hair and blue eyes.  She was head cheerleader and dated the best-looking boys in school, though none for very long. She moved with feline grace and an arrogant confidence that made her immediately attractive and eye-catching.

Jana, with her long blonde hair and big green eyes, and prominent breasts, was perhaps even more beautiful than Courtney, but her shy and reserved nature made her much less noticeable by the boys at school, and those that noticed her criticized her as a tease and an ice princess.

Shy and conservative Jana had never spoken much to Courtney, even though they’d had a few classes together.

Since Principal Stevens had first introduced her to the pain and pleasure of submission, taught her how much she’d enjoyed being humiliated, she’d been considering the idea of approaching Courtney.

She wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted with Courtney, but she felt she needed to know more about her.

Jana knew that Courtney went to a nightclub in town nearly every Friday; like most of the kids in school she had a fake I.D. and as beautiful as she was, it wasn’t difficult to get past the door, even at the exclusive club.

Her mother had gone away for the weekend on a business trip; Jana knew that tonight would be the best night to do it.

She dressed in a small black mini-dress that she’d bought that day; she pulled on a black thong and a strapless black push-up bra with a smooth satin finish. No lace – lace was for the principal.

She’d had her long honey-blonde hair done that day, and she spent an hour working on her makeup, especially on her eyes, emphasizing their luminosity, and her high cheekbones.

Her thigh-high black stockings and black patent-leather high heels completed the look very well, she thought.

Getting into the club proved no problem for her; the big doormen smiled at her and didn’t even ask for her fake I.D.

The club was a writhing mass of people, all the best-looking and most stylish people in town posing and preening and dancing, peacocking and flirting to the heavy club beats.

She got a drink – a club soda, she didn’t drink alcohol – and walked around a bit, aware that plenty of male heads were turning to appraise her. She coolly eyed the men, feeling a confidence that she never felt in school.

She saw Courtney – dressed in a tight white top and skin-tight jeans, dancing on top of a podium. Courtney danced like she was possessed, writhing and gyrating sinuously. God, Courtney was so beautiful and athletic; she made Jana feel clumsy, even though Jana had studied ballet for many years and now did yoga regularly.

She suddenly found herself surrounded by guys trying to buy her drinks; she tried to disengage herself to approach Courtney, but then found that Courtney was standing in front of her, smiling cruelly with her full red lips.

“Well,” said Courtney. “Look at this! The shyest girl in school suddenly finds herself the most popular girl in the nightclub.” 

“Hello Courtney,” said Jana. “I thought that was you.”

Courtney looked at Jana appraisingly. “You clean up well, girl.”

“Thanks,” said Jana, not sure what to say or do. She felt so nervous here, it was all she could do to keep from scurrying away in terror.

“This is Matt,” said Courtney, indicating a tall, well-built young man of about 25 with short brown hair bringing a martini from the bar. “Hey, tell you what – we have a VIP box, why don’t you join us.”

“Uh ... I ... okay!” She wasn’t sure what she’d imagined, with Courtney, but things certainly seemed to be coming together. She didn’t even really know what a VIP box was.

It turned out to be a private room with a window overlooking the dance floor. It was like a large version of a booth in a restaurant, with sofas along the wall and a table in the middle of the room. There was already a bottle of champagne on ice there.

Courtney sprawled languidly on the sofa on the far end, under the window, and smiled at Jana knowingly. Matt sat across from Jana on the side. Jana sat rather nervously with her hands in her lap.

“This must be expensive,” said Jana, suddenly realizing that was a very uncool thing to say.

“Oh, don’t worry, Matt has plenty of money,” said Courtney.

Matt smiled placidly at her and sipped his martini.

“I’d been meaning to speak to you lately, actually Jana,” said Courtney.

“Really?” said Jana doubtfully. “You never paid much attention to me.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about you recently,” said Courtney, giggling. “Do you want some champagne?”

“I …
don’t drink,” she said meekly, but Matt was pouring her a glass and handing it to her. She sipped the expensive champagne. Not too bad, and it made a warm feeling in her stomach that was rather pleasant.

“Yeah,” Courtney continued. “I’ve been thinking about you recently ...” She held up her Iphone and pressed the screen a few times; she put the phone on the table in front of Jana and pressed play.

Jana felt the world spinning and her heart stop as she saw, on the video, herself standing in Principal Steven’s office, in nothing but white bra and panties, tears running down her face, one hand squeezing her breasts and the other slipped inside her panties, a look of intense pleasure and tortured humiliation on her face. Her moans of pleasure, low and animal-like, could be heard over the small speakers of the Iphone.

It was the video Principal Stevens had made of her, the first time she’d gone to his office, a month ago.

Jana burst into tears. “Oh my god, Courtney. Where did you get this?”

Courtney smirked. “Where do you think I got it? Off my stepfather’s computer.”

“Did he tell you about it? How . . .” 

Courtney laughed cruelly. “No, Jana, he didn’t tell me about it. Don’t you think he wants to keep this stuff secret? He thinks he’s so smart, but he can’t hide anything from me.” She put her feet, in high-heeled boots, up on the table, and lit a cigarette. “I found it on his computer.”

Jana was shaking her head in terror, crying into her hands. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

“Oh, shut up,” said Courtney, brightly. “It’s pretty obvious you LIKE to be humiliated.”

“Who have you shown this to?” Jana asked, tearfully.

“Just Matt, so far,” said Courtney. Matt was sitting calmly on the booth, arms crossed, a small smile on his face.

“What are you going to do with it?” pleaded Jana.

“Hmmm,” said Courtney. “That’s a good question. That depends on you, I guess.”

“Depends on me?” asked Jana, aware that her makeup was running down her face. “What do you want?”

Courtney stood up. “Well, the same thing my stepfather wants, I guess. Control, right?”

Jana shook her head. “No, no, no, no. Please, Courtney, erase this! And erase it from your father’s computer!”

“Shut up! Or I’ll have Matt put his cock in your mouth and shut you up.” She stood up and fell gracefully into Matt’s lap and kissed him.

“What do you want me to do?” asked Jana meekly.

“Stand up, first.”

Jana did as she was told. “Courtney, please, don’t do this! Give me the video,” she begged.

“So how long have you and my stepfather been fucking?” asked Courtney.

“One month,” she said. “But only once a week! Please, it wasn’t my idea ...” 

“Hmm, wasn’t your idea. Look at you there. It doesn’t look like he’s forcing you, there. It looks like you’re so hot you’re fucking rubbing one out in his office.”

“But ... but ...” Jana struggled to explain the hunger for submission Principal Stevens had unleashed. She wanted it so much, but she knew it wasn’t right. Again, she felt like she was going to explode, she couldn’t draw enough breath into her lungs.

“Slutty little Jana,” said Courtney. “And I have a video of it. I could put this on the internet. Maybe we could make some money with it even, right Matt?” She kissed Matt on the lips.

“No! Please!” said Jana, sobbing.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck my stepfather ever since he married my mother,” she said poutily. “Three years now, but he won’t do it.”  She jumped to her feet and approached Jana.

“Really?” asked Jana, wiping the tears off her face.

“Yeah,” said Courtney. “I’ve tried. I walk around in my bra and panties all the time, I even crawled in bed with him one morning when my mother was at work ... but he won’t touch me,” she said angrily. “He’s a good stepfather but a lousy principal, it seems.”

Jana whimpered, covering her eyes with her hands.

“Look at me!” yelled Courtney and pulled Jana’s hands down. “What do you have that I don’t, you bitch?”

“I’m not a bitch,” said Jana wanly. “Don’t call me that, please!”

“Shut up you bitch. Little masturbating little Russian whore.”

“I’m only half Russian,” said Jana, still weeping.

“Fuck you, you blonde slut,” said Courtney evenly. “I mean it. One more word, and that video goes on the internet.”

Jana nodded, feeling tears run down her make-up streaked face, which was burning red with embarrassment and excitement.

“What do you think, Matt?” asked Courtney. “What does she have that I don’t have?”

“Big tits,” said Matt, regarding Jana thoughtfully.

Courtney pouted, and clutched her high, firm, champagne-glass breasts. “Oh, my tits aren’t so bad, are they?”

“Who said they were bad?” said Matt. He was on his feet now, also. “Your tits are beautiful. Her tits are bigger, that’s all.”

“Yeah, they are big. Do you want to see them?” asked Courtney, sweetly.

“Of course,” said Matt.

“All right,” Courtney said. “You heard him, Jana. He wants to see your tits.”

“Courtney, please!” said Jana. “I can’t!”