The Principal moved in front of Jana and lifted her head by the hair.
“Open wide, my good little slave,” said Principal Stevens. “She’ll stop spanking you when you make me cum, so make your lips nice and tight. Remember the first time I fucked your mouth, honey? Just like that.”
Jana obeyed. It took about five minutes. Courtney had worked herself up into a fever pitch of anger as she spanked Jana, but was growing tired from the exertion, so the spanking was trailing off a bit by that time anyway. The Principal exploded into her mouth and he grunted and pulled out, and he told Courtney to stop.
Jana’s ass felt like it was aflame. Tears rolled down Jana’s face and semen trickled off her chin. Her back was already beginning to ache from the position she was forced into.
“Did I do good, Stepdad?” asked Courtney, looking at him with eyes blazing with excitement.
“Mmm, not so bad, honey. Not so bad,” said Principal Stevens. He considered her thoughtfully. “Joshua, rip your stepsister’s clothes off, please.”
Joshua Stevens looked at his father for a moment, and Courtney raised her arms and opened her mouth as if to protest; Joshua Stevens lunged forward, pushed her arms away and ripped her white blouse open, buttons flying across the room. Her white lace bra was visible.
“Joshua, stop it!” cried Courtney, trying to push him away.
“Don’t resist!” yelled Principal Stevens.
“But …” said Courtney, lowering her arms as her brother ripped the blouse off her back. Courtney’s face was bright red and her cleavage above the bra was also flushed. Her breasts were smaller than Jana’s, but round and athletic. Joshua grabbed the zipper at the back of Courtney’s plaid skirt and unzipped it and pulled the skirt down until it was lying in a puddle at Courtney’s feet.
Courtney’s white lace panties matched her bra. Jana knew that white lace was the Principal’s favorite, and wondered if he’d told Courtney to wear that.
“Her underwear, also?” asked Joshua Stevens, eagerly.
“Hmmm, what do you think, Schmidt?” Principal Stevens asked the cop.
“Naked,” said Schmidt. “Naked, completely bare.”
Joshua reached behind her and unhooked the bra and pulled it off; Courtney resisted only insofar as she whimpered. Joshua then pushed her panties down until they too were lying on the cold white linoleum tile floor. Courtney began to cry, trying to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands.
“Rape your stepsister, Joshua,” said Principal Stevens.
Courtney screamed, “No!” as Joshua Stevens pushed his sister down on the bed and pinned her wrists on the bed, and began trying to force his way between her legs; she screamed and kicked at him.
“What’s the matter, son, can’t handle a weak little girl, unless she’s drugged up?” asked Principal Stevens.
“I can handle her,” grunted Joshua as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his cock out, pushing his forearm across his stepsister’s throat to cut off her breathing and curtail her struggles.
“You get this done, all by yourself, no ropes, no drugs, or you’re going to get the next ass-whipping,” said Officer Schmidt.
“I’ll do it,” said Joshua, now forcing his cock into his stepsister, eliciting a cry of pain as she pleaded and begged for him to stop.
Jana watched dully. Courtney was an evil bitch, but she didn’t wish this on her.
Officer Schmidt and Principal Stevens watched the rape, clearly aroused, and Officer Schmidt finally removed his belt and moved behind Jana; she braced herself but couldn’t help crying out in pain when he began fucking her hard from behind.
She smelled the beery breath of the office as he leaned down and spoke into her ear. “By the way, your buddy Matt, the soldier boy … he was shot dead during the arrest.”
Matt. No!
Jana screamed and began crying and her frantic struggles brought the cop to a swift orgasm, and he didn’t withdraw as he ejaculated.
After they were finished, the men left the basement, warning the two girls not to talk until they returned.
Courtney was still lying naked and bruised on the bed, breathing shallowly, staring at the ceiling and not moving; Jana was still strapped to the table. Jana wanted to ask if it was true, if Matt could really be dead, but she didn’t want another beating. Her ass was still burning from the spanking. She also figured that Courtney either might not know the truth or would deliberately lie.
Then the lights went out, and Jana tried to calm her mind and body enough to sleep. She heard Courtney sobbing in the darkness. Jana lay in the darkness, too empty to cry.
Some indefinite time later, the lights went on and the men returned.
Principal Stevens unstrapped her from the table, and allowed her to stand up.
“Are you hungry, Jana?” he asked.
She hadn’t eaten for more than 36 hours. “Yes, sir,” she admitted.
“Thirsty?”
“Yes, sir.”
He grabbed a chair and placed it in front of one of the tables, and handed Jana a pen and paper.
“You are going to write a letter to your mother, informing her that you were involved in some drug dealing in the club run by your soldier friend. You are afraid that the police might want to question you and you are going to leave town for a few weeks. Inform her not to call the police and that you are fine and staying with friends in a different city. Apologize for all the trouble and hardship you have caused and say you will contact her again soon.”
Jana looked at him. Her mother would be heartbroken at the idea of her good daughter involved with drugs. But what other choice was there? Jana couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to her mother.
Jana wrote the letter, and the Principal and Officer Schmidt read through it carefully, without touching it, and then instructed her to sign it and put it in the envelope, and then put it in a plastic zip-lock bag which he put in his pocket.
“Just don’t hurt my mother,” said Jana in a soft voice.
Officer Schmidt carried the letter upstairs and brought back two bowls, one filled with pieces of grilled chicken and the other filled with milk.
“And just so you understand – any attempt to, for example, harm yourself, will lead to your mother replacing you here. Understand?” said Schmidt.
“Yes,” said Jana dully, eyes downcast.
He put the bowls on the floor. “All right, kitty kitty. Time for dinner. Come over here on all fours, and you can have your dinner.”
Jana looked around at the three men, who were all looking at her with cruel lust in their eyes. She thought about how hungry she was, and she thought about her mother, and then she got down on her hands and knees and crawled over to the bowls and ate.
“Good slave,” said Officer Schmidt. “Good Crystal.”
Jana ate hungrily. She would be a good slave. But she would keep her eyes open and take any opportunity to escape. Before the lust to be humiliated consumed her.
After she ate, she was put on the bed while the men all took turns with her, this time using her asshole brutally. Courtney, still lying nearly catatonic on the bed next to her, was instructed simply to watch.
Joshua Stevens was last in line, and she was a bit surprised when he was unable to get an erection.
The Principal and Schmidt laughed at him when the situation became obvious.
“Perhaps the boy needs something up his ass to get aroused,” said Schmidt.
“Next time you better get it up, Josh,” said the Principal. “Or that video of you getting fucked up the ass by our slave here might find its way onto the Internet after all.”
Joshua angrily assured the men that it was just because he was tired.
When he failed to get it up the next day, the two men forced him to dress in his sister’s bra and panties – they didn’t really fit but they stretched them over him --and watch while they used Jana. Then he was strapped to the table and Jana and Courtney were ordered to beat him with paddles. Jana coul
dn’t find any enjoyment in it, but she did as she was told. Joshua cried more hysterically and pathetically than Courtney or Jana ever had, finally getting an erection and spontaneously ejaculating as they beat him.
After it was done, Courtney led her naked, weeping, limping brother up the steps and out of the basement. That was the last she saw of Joshua Stevens.
The week passed in a blur of sex acts and torture. She was left alone for hours at a time, but frequently one or both of the men were using her. They did not generally spend time with her in between sex acts, except to occasionally bring her food, bind her or chain her in a different position, and the occasional administering of a birth-control pill.
The Principal was usually satisfied with complete sexual domination over her, and spanking, but Officer Schmidt delighted in causing her pain. He enjoyed using a small handheld Taser electrical stun gun on her; it was a jolt, a painful shock like a severe wasp sting, and he enjoyed strapping her down on one of the tables and touching her all over with the small handheld electrical device and then jacking off on her tits or face.
The Principal disapproved of the red welts on her body and applied salve to them and supervised Jana while she bathed and applied makeup. On two occasions he came down and exercised with her, supervising an aerobic and bodyweight workout.
“We want you to remain healthy and attractive,” said the Principal when she asked why.
Courtney did not sleep in the basement, but she was frequently brought there with the men. They forced the two of them to perform sex acts together, and they forced them to punish each other, usually by spankings. Whichever girl that made the other girl cry first would be rewarded in some way – Courtney by being allowed to leave the dungeon, and Jana by being given an extra bottle of water and allowed to sleep.
Officer Schmidt liked to dress in leather bondage great, including the leather face mask with the zipper over the mouth. There were a variety of outfits and costumes brought to Jana to wear; lingerie of various sorts, leather bustiers, a school uniform, a cheerleader uniform. The Principal liked these costumes; on one occasion she was forced to sit in the corner for hours while wearing a dunce cap and her school uniform, clothespins pinching cruelly into her nipples. Officer Schmidt generally preferred her naked, and generally preferred her bound up in uncomfortable positions.
Jana lost all sense of time. She felt as if she was never allowed to sleep more than a few hours, and the lights in the basement would come on and off seemingly at random, and sometimes the men would come when the lights came on, sometimes they would not. She knew she was being observed, and though she doubted she was being observed continuously, she didn’t want to chance being punished for trying to escape so she didn’t closely examine the room or the locks or ropes that held her. She had noticed one thing; the door to the basement had a keypad lock on the inside, which needed a combination of numbers to be opened, and it closed automatically.
Time passed and Jana felt herself disappearing. She wrote another letter to her mother, begging for forgiveness and telling her not to worry. She began to sign her name – and almost wrote Crystal.
The lights came on and she woke up quickly, as she’d learned to. She pulled the blanket protectively around herself, wondering dully what new unpleasantness awaited her now. She moved her leg and the chain connected to the leather ankle-cuff rattled. It was the most pleasant rest she’d had in some time, with only her leg chained.
Officer Schmidt and Principal Stevens both looked fresh and clean-shaven; she assumed it was morning because of this. With nothing to indicate time, she just had to estimate. Principal Stevens was carrying a rectangular white box and a laptop computer.
They greeted her.
“So, Crystal. Do you know how long you’ve been here now?” asked Officer Schmidt.
She shook her head.
“One week. This is the one week anniversary of your slavery.”
Jana just nodded. She’d learned not to ask questions and only answer when spoken to.
“Do you enjoy your new life, Crystal?” asked Principal Stevens.
“Yes, sir,” she lied.
She was taken from bed, as Officer Schmidt unchained the leather band on her ankle.
Principal Stevens put the box on the bed and opened it; inside was a short but frilly white wedding dress, with a white garter belt and white hose, and a white bra and panties.
“Wear it,” said Officer Schmidt.
“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” asked the Principal, smiling at her. “Every girl’s dream, hmmm?”
She didn’t bother to answer as she began to dress.
Soon Jana was strapped down to the gynecology table, her legs spread and fastened into the leather stirrups, her hands bound together over her head. The shoulder straps and front of the dress, as well as the straps and cups of the white lace push-up bra had been pulled down, and her breasts were free, cupped and pointed upward, the nipples stiff . The skirt of the wedding dress was bunched around her waist, and her panties, garter belt and white stockings were exposed.
Principal Stevens arranged her just so, and then made some photos. “You’re such a gorgeous slave, Crystal,” said Principal Stevens, and bent down and kissed her nipple.
Schmidt looked at her, his dark eyes full of hunger and fury. “So today is your enslavement ceremony. But we worry, Crystal. We worry that you are becoming a bit complacent. You realize our power over you, but you don’t completely respect it.”
“I do,” said Jana, meekly.
“You have done all that we asked you, and in general you have been a good slave. But we feel like that is because you want to protect parts of your old life. You think of your old life too often, not your new life.”
“I … well, you understand it’s difficult to forget,” said Jana.
Officer Schmidt nodded and Principal Stevens opened the laptop computer, and played a video.
Jana’s heart began to hammer as she recognized the yard of her house, filmed at night, the time stamp on the video reading 1:35am. The camera switched to a greenish night-vision hue as it moved closer to the house.
“No,” whimpered Jana, “no, no, no.”
“Shhh,” said Principal Stevens. “Just watch.”
On the video, the camera glided through the hallway of the house, filmed in the greenish night vision, and approached her mother’s bedroom.
Jana began to scream, unable to control herself, her eyes rolling in her head.
“WATCH!” bellowed Officer Schmidt, grabbing her by the hair. The camera was panning over her sleeping mother, her hair, long and blond like Jana’s, covering her face and a pillow clutched under one arm. Her mother was sleeping in a long white t-shirt.
Then the camera panned to her dresser drawer, and a hand quietly opened the top drawer and gently pawed through her panties and underwear.
Jana screamed and clutched her eyes shut, until her face was smacked repeatedly, flashbulbs popping in her head.
She opened her eyes and Officer Schmidt was in front of her face, leaning down. “Your mother is safe. Unharmed. Unused. Because we allow her to be safe. We are good masters.” He pulled a pair of panties – her mother’s panties – out of his pocket and placed them over Jana’s head, covering her face and eyes.
She felt her own panties she being pulled to the side and Jana began screaming as the big man forced his way into her, his huge hard cock pushing into her, and she felt the burning pain grow and grow as he thrust harder and harder and Jana cried and pleaded.
Then it was the Principal’s turn; the Principal was usually more gentle and skillful than Officer Schmidt, but today he was fast and violent, bending down to bite her nipples as he fucked her, pushing his face against her mother’s panties that covered Jana’s face, and she was crying and gibbering hysterically as she had an orgasm, and finally the Principal ejaculated.
The Principal pulled the panties off Jana’s face. “Jana, do you vow to serve your masters totally?”
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�Yes! Yes!” she screamed.
“Do you vow to live only for your masters, and to never betray them, and give them your obedience, love, and servitude?”
“Yes! God, yes!”
“Are you happy in your submission and your humiliation? Happy in your slavery?”
“Yes!”
Officer Schmidt spoke now. “Do you happily receive the discipline you require?”
“Yes!”
“Do you trust your masters to treat you as you deserve to be treated and to protect you and keep you safe here?”
“Yes!”
“Then know that you are now and forever our slave, and we are your masters. Say thank you to your masters for our love and mercy and discipline and allowing you and your former mother to live safely.”
“Thank you masters for you love and mercy and discipline,” sniffled Jana.
Officer Schmidt moved forward. “We have a token of your enslavement here. This gold ring, which you will wear in your labia minora for us.” He removed a large needle from a sterile paper package.
Jana managed not to scream as he pierced her and inserted and fastened the gold ring.
Jana stifled her tears. It hurt, but not nearly as much as the Taser shock device.
After he was finished, Officer Schmidt bent down and kissed her on the lips of her vagina, and then smiled and moved to the rear cabinets, and came back with a very large dildo and a tube of petroleum jelly. “And you will take this in your ass, all of tonight, to make your ass more accessible.”
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.
Officer 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.”
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