Jana's Journey: The Complete Collection (9 page)

“Probably. So again, where do I come in?”

Jana handed him her phone; the video she’d made at the health spa run by the principal’s wife was already cued up.

Matt stroked “play” with his thumb and watched as Jana received an oil massage from the principal’s second wife, Adrianna Stevens. The woman began talking to Jana about “inappropriate touching,” clearly getting off on Jana’s discomfort, and then administered a rectal thermometer, and finally, an enema, to the weeping and protesting Jana, while masturbating.

“Well,” said Matt. “You’ve certainly had an interesting past few weeks, haven’t you?”

She nodded her head, sighing exasperatedly. “I need you to keep a copy of this. I don’t know if it’s safe in my house. Who knows if he could get in there somehow? I need you to keep it, and if I get a message to you, or if something happens to me, or if anything happens to my mother, or if I ... I don’t know, disappear or something, you need to release it to the news media. Health Spa owner sexually abuses customer, that kind of thing will ruin her, I’m sure.”

“Disappear? You think he might do something like that to you? Hurt you?
”

“I don’t know what he would or wouldn’t do. All I know is there are plenty of stories in the news ... that don’t have happy endings.”

“True enough.”

“And if I’m ever going to ... stop this, to get free of him, I need leverage.”

He considered her again, nodding thoughtfully. “You don’t have any other friends?
”

“Not really,” she said.
She’d kept to herself since arriving in America five years previously, concentrating on her studies and working for extra money.

“
You trust me with this?”

She shrugged. “You helped me with Courtney,” she said.

“No other boyfriends?”

“I never had sex with anybody before this,” she admitted.

“Hmmm,” he said sympathetically. “Never had a kind lover who took his time to make you feel good?” He was looking her in the eye, not smiling now.

“Never,” she said, shaking her head. “I ... I don’t, maybe, someday. But I have to work my way through this first,” she said weakly, a tear rolling down her smooth cheek.

He stroked his chin thoughtfully. “I can see that. Okay, I’ll help you. But there are conditions.”

“Of course,” she said, expectantly. “I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

Matt smiled. “Okay. You’re free for the rest of the day?”

“Yes, I told my mother I was doing some babysitting today until 10.00pm.”

“Good.”

He connected her phone to a computer sitting on the coffee table, downloading the video. Soon he had it playing on the big screen plasma TV.

Jana bit her lip and looked away from the image of herself writhing and protesting weakly, naked on the massage table, alternately gasping in pleasure and whining weak pleas as Adrianna abused and humiliated her.

Matt rolled Courtney over, who was moaning and emitting muffled babble into her gag, and untied the bond connecting her ankles and wrists. “Pretty little Courtney likes to be tied up, doesn’t she?” asked Matt, and Courtney nodded her head, moaning into the gag. He removed the gag and Courtney gasped, “Oh my god, thank you, thank you.”

Matt picked her up and placed her chest on the coffee table, head and face towards the TV screen.

“See that, Court? See what your mother did to her?”

“Yes, I see,” said Courtney, weeping. “I told her that would happen. My mom loves rectal thermometers and enemas. I told her.”

Matt swatted Courtney on the ass, eliciting a yelp. “Your whole family is sick, aren’t they?”

Courtney whimpered and started crying. “He’s not my real father!” she protested.

“And so you tried to fuck him,” pointed out Jana.

“I did, I tried to seduce him, walking around in my underwear all the time, rubbing my tits against him, crawling into bed with him, all those things,” cried Courtney, weeping uncontrollably now.

“Bad, bad girl,” said Matt, pulling his
erect
cock out, getting on his knees, and beginning to slide it slowly into Courtney’s pussy from behind. She was already practically dripping wet, aroused by being tied up, and she let out a strangled, sobbing cry of pleasure.

“Oh I am, I’m bad, please Matt, punish me,” she whined. “I’m so sorry, Jana, I’m so sorry, please let me make it up to you somehow, please ...” Courtney craned her neck to look at Jana.

Jana was still sitting with her legs crossed, aroused by the mastery Matt had, by the sight of Matt’s big cock, and of course by seeing Courtney so broken and helpless, and the fact that Courtney so clearly enjoyed her helplessness.

Jana moved around and stood in front of the TV screen, so Matt and Courtney could see her easily. She unbuttoned her white blouse, revealing her lacy white bra and deep cleavage. “What are you going to do for me, huh? What are you going to do to make it up to me, Courtney?”

“Anything!” gasped Courtney. “I want to eat your pussy again, can I please kiss your pussy?” babbled Courtney, shivering and moaning as Matt fucked her.

Jana smiled down at her. “I don’t know, Courtney. You’re a bad girl, you think I want your dirty tongue in my nice pussy again?” Jana’s heart was pounding; she’d never used those words until a few weeks ago.

“Oh god, please,” begged Courtney, “I’m so so sorry Jana, I’m so sorry I tried to blackmail you. Please, can I kiss it?”

Jana had her blouse completely off now, and licked her lips; she was looking at Matt, who couldn’t take his eyes off her big breasts in the lacy white bra. “You like my breasts?” she asked shyly, cupping them.

“
You know I do
,” moaned Matt, pumping harder, and eliciting more loud moans from Courtney.

“You liked having my tits around your cock, in the nightclub that night, Matt?” she asked, in an innocent voice.

“I did,” he grunted, barely able to speak.

“Well you can thank Courtney for that, she made me do it!”

“I’m so sorry!” wailed Courtney, as Matt pumped harder, grabbing a fistful of Courtney’s hair and pulling her head back, eliciting a shriek.

“Thanks, Courtney!” said Matt through gritted teeth.

Jana bent down and kissed Courtney on the mouth. “Courtney, tell me what a dirty little bitch you are,” said Jana sweetly.

“I am! I’m a dirty little bitch, I’m such a bad girl!”

“A dirty little slut?” inquired Jana.

“YES! I’m a dirty little whore who loves to be fucked and humiliated!” she screamed, as Matt pounded her pussy harder. “I’m so sorry!”

“You’ll never try to use anybody again, will you?” asked Jana. “You’re just an obedient little bitch dog now, right?”

“YES!” shrieked Courtney. “I’m going to cum, Matt, fuck me, oh god, please fuck me ... “ she babbled.

“Pull out, Matt,” said Jana sharply.

Matt grunted and did so, and Courtney cried out, hysterically, “Please Matt! No! Don’t stop!”

Jana took off her skirt now, and stood smiling in her white bra and panties, shaking her golden hair and letting it fall around her shoulders; she felt her breasts through the bra again, and then pressed her other hand down between her legs, over the panties. She loved the feel of lace.

She stretched her arms up in a yoga sunrise pose and then crouched down gracefully on all fours, turning around so that her heart-shaped ass was pointed at them. She turned her head back to look at Courtney over her shoulder. “Untie her, Matt.”

The knots had gotten too tight, with Courtney’s struggling, but Matt removed a 
folding
knife from his front jeans pocket, flicked it open, and carefully sliced the bonds holding Courtney’s wrist and ankles. Courtney collapsed onto the carpet weeping, rubbing her wrists to increase the circulation.

“Come on Courtney,” said Jana, sweetly. “You know what little dogs do when they meet each other.”

Matt smiled, stoking his hard-on, which was still protruding in front of him. “Yeah Courtney, go ahead. Go over there and sniff her ass like a little dog.”

Courtney made a whimpering noise, and crawled over on all fours to Jana, who wiggled her shapely ass.

“Do I have to?” she asked weakly, tears streaming down her face.

Matt smiled, and rolled up a magazine from the coffee table, and swatted Courtney on the ass with it, hard. “Yes, you bad little dog! Do what we tell you!”

“Okay,” said Courtney weakly, and moved her face closer to Jana’s ass.

“That’s it,” said Matt. “Good little bitch.”

“I am,” said Courtney, “I’m a good little bitch.” She kissed one of Jana’s smooth ass cheeks.

“Smell her ass, just like a little dog,” said Matt, standing over them.

Courtney gingerly rubbed her nose and mouth on Jana’s panties, between the cheeks of her ass.  Jana moaned. “That’s it
…
good girl .
.
. good doggie.”

“I am a good dog,” said Courtney. She had her hand between her own legs now and was rubbing herself there as she pulled Jana’s white panties down and eagerly buried her face in Jana’s ass, licking up Jana’s ass crack and eliciting a cry of pleasure from Jana as she began caressing Jana’s asshole with her hot moist tongue.

Jana shivered with pleasure, lowering her face down and gently biting one of her forearms as she wiggled her ass back into Courtney’s face, her asshole tingling with the exquisite, hot, wet pleasure there.

“Matt,” Jana finally said, “Come here and sit in front of me, I need something in my mouth …”

Matt didn’t hesitate, he removed his pants and underwear – but not his t-shirt -- and sat in front of Jana, who took his big cock in her hands and stroked it gently.

She looked up at him, eyes spilling with tears. “Thank you Matt,” she said, sniffling, and licked the head of his cock, gently, like a girl with an ice cream she wanted to make last a long time.

He touched her cheek tenderly. “It’s my pleasure, Jana.”

She eased his cock into her mouth and began moving it in and out, loving the way it filled her mouth, the sweet salty taste of it. He moaned and threw his head back.

Jana felt one of Courtney’s fingers slide inside her wet pussy, and then another, and she could fell Courtney moans vibrating into her asshole, finding a rhythm of tongue squirming against her anus and fingers pumping into her pussy, searching for Jana’s g-spot and finding it.

Jana moaned, her mouth full of cock, feeling the heat and pressure build down there, feeling herself begin to grow light-headed and she forced the cock into her throat until she gagged, until she couldn’t breathe, and had an intense orgasm that led to Matt having one, as well, her mouth filling with his hot salty semen.

She had to pull his cock out, gasping for breath, semen spilling out over her chin and onto the rug. Behind them, Courtney leaned back and dug two fingers into her own pussy until she too had an orgasm.

When she’d caught her breath, she rolled over and sat up, wiping her chin. “Whoops,
I
made a mess on your nice rug,” she said shyly.

Matt smiled. “Here, Courtney.”

Courtney, panting, delirious with pleasure, eyes glazed, hair hanging in dark curls around her tear- and makeup-streaked face, quickly padded over on all fours. He indicated the semen on the carpet and Courtney eagerly bent down and licked it up.

Jana smiled and patted Courtney on the head. “Good little doggie,” she said, triumphantly.

A few hours later, Jana was relaxing on the rear sundeck of the beach house. The sun sank gently and colorfully into the ocean, the beach silent and empty except for white seabirds.

The house itself wasn’t that big – a master bedroom, a kitchen, a living room with an attached area that had a big billiards table – but it had a big sundeck in the back that overlooked an exclusive stretch of beach.

Jana figured that Matt must have made a LOT of money in phone apps.

Matt had told her to bring a change of clothes, as well as a bikini, when he’d invited her here. She’d gone swimming in the ocean, and done a bit of yoga on the beach. Matt was resting in his bedroom with Courtney, assuring her she was a good girl, that she wasn’t a bitch, probably making love to her gently, tenderly and respectfully, rewarding her for her performance this afternoon.

That would cement his domination over her, Jana thought.

She sighed, shaking her head. But she felt positive; calm and thoughtful. This was the first time in her life she’d faced up to these feelings. Before it had all been buried so deeply, but it had been there, gnawing away, making every day a depressing charade. She’d been so afraid of it.

Facing it was the first step to conquering it.

She stood up and went inside. It was time to get ready for the party.

Jana showered and washed her hair, and then put on her white underwear and school uniform again, then reapplied her makeup.

“Don’t I need to wear something sexier?” she asked, emerging into the living room, combing her hair. Courtney was sitting on the sofa now, drinking a glass of wine, dressed in jeans and a black spaghetti-strap top.