“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.
She was pleased to find the bathtub had warm, if not particularly hot, water and the bath helped ease the pain in her shoulders and back from hanging from the ceiling, but the pleasure of the warm bath were fleeting. Her mind was still spinning with this new reality – everything she had known was gone, it seemed.
She lay back down on the bed, naked, the chains preventing her from falling fully asleep, and wrapped up in the blanket and waited.
Hours later – there was no clock anywhere in the basement, but she assumed it was hours – she was pulled from a light doze by the sound of the lock and the door opening and heavy footsteps on the stairs.
It was the cop, Officer Schmidt – in full uniform – followed by Principal Stevens.
And then a third person came into view. Courtney, the Principal’s 18-year-old stepdaughter. She was wearing her school uniform and looked pale and haggard and dazed, her dark hair pulled back in a pony-tail with stray strands hanging in her face.
Behind her was the Principal’s son, Joshua Stevens. The young man who she had raped with a strap-on dildo a week previously, with Courtney’s help, after they had stolen incriminating videos of Joshua drugging and raping various young women.
Office Schmidt stood before her, looking down thoughtfully. Finally he reached down and pulled the blanket off of her and threw it aside. Jana whimpered and pulled her legs up, feeling terribly exposed and vulnerable.
“Hello again, bitch,” said Joshua Stevens, sneering.
Jana just bit her lip and waited.
“You raped my son,” said Principal Stevens. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“He was going to rape me,” said Jana in a small voice.
“So it was self-defense rape?” said Officer Schmidt, and he and Principal Stevens laughed. Joshua Stevens just glared at her.
Jana wrapped her arms around her knees and held them in front of her, her chains rattling.
Officer Schmidt spoke. “Do you remember the name that I gave you in the police station?”
Jana thought for a second. “Crystal,” she said.
“Your slave name will be Crystal. Do you understand? You are to answer to the name Crystal from now on, and only to Crystal. Forget about who you were before. Your life before is gone. Understand?”
Jana just looked at him.
“Forget about all that nonsense with the videos. We have all of them, don’t we Courtney?” the big cop glowered.
Courtney nodded. “Yes, sir,” she said quietly.
“You friends were all arrested, and they will all be prosecuted on drug, stalking, and illegal weapons charges. I really don’t know what you people were thinking,” said Principal Stevens.
Could Matt have left all the videos with Courtney? Jana wondered. Surely he didn’t trust her. Her heart still held some hope that Matt could sort all this out and find her.
Jana was almost afraid to ask about her mother, but felt she had to. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt my mother,” she said softly.
“Our arrangement stands,” said Officer Schmidt curtly.
“How long do you … “
“As long as we want,” said Officer Schmidt, and laughed again.
The Principal moved forward and unlocked the end of the chain from her wrist manacles. “Stand up, slave.”
Jana stood up, using her hands to cover her breasts and crotch, the chains that bound her wrists cold against her skin.
“Move to the spanking rack,” said Officer Schmidt. He indicated a padded bench with leather manacles attached to the lower legs. “We’ll start with a punishment for violating Principal Stevens’ son.”
Jana hesitated.
“Every time you hesitate will make your punishment worse, do you understand? Every time you disobey, or fight, or make unpleasant comments, or try to escape, your punishment will be worse, and you will also endanger your mother. Understand?”
“Yes,” said Jana dully.
“Do you remember what I said would happen to her?”
“She would be arrested and jailed.”
“And?”
“The arresting officers would take turns fucking her,” Jana said, her voice barely audible.
“That’s right. Or maybe she’ll join you down here. Would you like that?” asked Officer Schmidt.
“No,” said Jana. “Please, not that. I’ll do whatever you want.”
She lay face-down on the padded bench, which had a sort of s-shaped curve so that her ass was in the air. The Principal shackled her hands to the legs of the bench and his son strapped her legs into place. Another padded restraint was fastened around her waist that securely held her on the padded spanking bench.
God, she felt so helpless and humiliated like this, her ass and pussy sticking into the air. She started to cry quietly. But she knew she had to take the punishment to keep her mother safe. This was all her fault. Even now she began to feel aroused, and ashamed at her arousal. She was a bad girl, that’s why all this had started.
“Let’s see … I think Courtney should do the spanking, for her involvement in this,”
said Principal Stevens.
“They made me do it,” said Courtney, looking at her feet. “I didn’t want to.”
“No, let me do it!” said Joshua.
Principal Stevens glared at his son. “You’ll have your chance.” He opened one of the locked cabinets and took out a long flat paddle, made of hard rubber. He held it in front of Jana’s face.
“Now, Jana, Courtney is going to beat your ass with this. You understand why you deserve it, right?” asked the Principal.
“I was a bad girl,” said Jana, choking back her sobs.
“How were you a bad girl?”
“I ... defied you,” she choked.
“Yes, but how?”
“I tried to … make videos to use against your family.”
“That’s right. My wife and my son. That’s pretty dirty of you, right Jana? Don’t you think I should, by rights, retaliate against your mother in this case?”
“No, sir, please,” Jana whined. “I’m here to be a good slave so you won’t hurt her. I was just trying to protect her, that’s the only reason I …”
“Shhhh,” said Principal Stevens, stroking her long blonde hair. “Shhhh, Jana. It’s all over now, isn’t it?”
“Yes sir.”
“You belong here
, right, to serve us?”
“Yes sir,” she said.
“That’s what I meant when I said it was our last session. You’re no longer mine,” he said quietly. “You are ours. You are here to serve all of us, and you must obey us all equally.”
Jana made small whimpering noise.
“Are you ready to be spanked, Crystal?” asked the Principal.
“Yes sir,” she repeated, and the tears were flowing more freely.
“Courtney,” said the Principal, and handed the paddle to his stepdaughter. She looked very confused and hesitant, very unlike herself. She usually prowled around like a panther. Now she looked like she’d just woken from a long sleep. “You helped Jana in all of this, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Stepdad,” she said, still looking down at her feet.
“Why did you do that, Courtney? You hurt our family.”
“I … I was jealous of your relationship with her, Stepdad.”
“You wanted me to fuck you, hmm?” said the Principal, moving to stand behind his stepdaughter and speak in her ear.
She nodded her head, still looking down.
“You want to make Stepdad happy, hmmm? That’s why you were always walking the house in your little bra and panties.”
Courtney nodded again, shuffling from foot to foot, holding the paddle awkwardly in front of her.
“Are you going to spank her now, Courtney? Do you want to beat her ass hard?” asked the Principal.
“I do,” hissed Courtney more energetically. “That bitch has caused so much trouble.”
“You may spank her now, Courtney. Go ahead.”
Courtney moved out of sight behind her, and then Jana felt searing pain across the cheeks of her ass. She cried out.
“Go ahead,” said Officer Schmidt. “Spank her until we tell you to stop.” He was smiling for the first time since Jana had seen him yesterday, standing with his hands in his pockets.
Courtney spanked Jana with the paddle again, even harder this time. Jana bit her lips to keep from screaming and instead just hissed through her teeth.
“Very good,” said Principal Stevens, and Courtney began slapping Jana’s ass harder and harder with the paddle, grunting with anger and effort. Tears rolled down Jana’s face as she struggled to keep from screaming. She strained against the straps but the leather bands holding her wrists and ankles were not going to budge.
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