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Total Control
by Paul Colbenson (address withheld)
***
A high school girl falls in with a bad crowd. (MMf-
teens, adults/teens, nc, v, rp, huml, d/s)
***
-= CHAPTER 1 =-
It was Friday morning when this all began. It was the
week before the homecoming dance at school. I didn't
plan on going because I didn't have a date. I had just
broken up with a guy who decided that he wanted to date
some bimbo on the cheerleading team.
The ironic part is that just last week he told me that
he loved me, and would forever. I don't think my
physics teacher knows yet that forever is only a week
long... Needless to say, I was still just little upset.
By the end of the morning I was a basket case. I had
seen him twice already and each time he gave me the
dirtiest look. It was almost as if he blamed ME for the
break up. I decided that I needed to talk to him. I had
to know why he broke things off.
I cornered him at lunch. He was sitting at a table with
an empty seat and I sat next to him. I asked him why he
decided to break up with me.
"I don't think you want me to say this in public," he
said.
"But I have to know. Tell me what went wrong," I
replied.
"Ok, you asked for it. I am a senior, and as such, I
expect certain things from a girlfriend. You wouldn't
do them. The most you ever let me do is kiss you. I
need more than that, so I went to where I could get
it."
I was shocked. He had never said anything about it
being a problem before. He was the first guy I had ever
dated and I had never even kissed a boy before.
"You have to give me time," I told him. "You forget,
you may be a senior, but I'm a freshman. I just turned
15. All that physical stuff is new to me. I don't know
if I'm ready for that kind of thing yet."
"Listen Cindy, this isn't the place to talk. If you
want to talk to me, then think of someplace we can go
tonight where we can be alone," he said.
"The only place I can think of is my house. My little
sister is spending the night at a friend's house and my
parents are going out somewhere," I told him. I gave
him a time to come over just as the bell was ringing to
end our lunch period.
I spent the whole day planning what I was going to say
to him. I knew I would have to make some concessions to
what he wanted. So I decided that as a show of good
faith, that I would let him go to second base if he
wanted, but only over the clothes. That should tell him
that I was at least willing to try.
The rest of the day flew by. I spent so much time
rehearsing what I was going to say, that I hardly knew
what happened the rest of the day at school.
My sister left for her friend's house at seven o'clock.
At 8:30, my parents left, making sure I knew that I
would be on my own until 1 or 2 in the morning. They
gave me the usual run down of what to do if anything
went wrong.
After they had left, I went up into my room to get
ready for Randy's visit. I must have changed clothes
four or five times before selecting just the right
outfit. Now all that was left was to wait for him to
come.
I used the time to make sure that I knew exactly what I
wanted to tell him. As nine o'clock approached, I began
to wonder if he had changed his mind. As it was, that
worry was premature because right at nine, the doorbell
rang. I went to the door and let Randy in.
We went to the basement family room. I asked him if he
wanted a soda. He said no, and sat on the soda. He
asked me to go first, and tell him what I wanted to. I
sat next to him, and took his hand in mine to add
weight to what I wanted to say.
"Well Randy, I know that you want to do some things,
but I don't know if I'm ready for that kind of stuff
yet. I love you, and you said you loved me too. If you
really loved me, you wouldn't want to make me do those
things until I was ready. I really don't want to lose
you. I love you too much."
He asked me if that was all I wanted to say. I had
rehearsed a lot more, but I was so nervous that I
forgot them all. So I told him that it was all.
He sighed deeply, and sat for the longest time
thinking. I didn't know what he was thinking about, but
I was hoping my rehearsed statement would be enough.
After a few minutes, I asked him for his thoughts.
He started to get up, like he was about to leave. I
felt like crying. But before he had finished getting
up, he pushed me back onto the couch, pinning my body
down with his. It happened so fast, that I didn't have
time to react.
"Ok, now it's my turn," he said. "I'm not going to
wait. You say you love me, well I don't believe you. If
you really love me, you would show it."
As he said this, his face was so close to mine that I
could feel the heat of his breathe hitting my face with
each word. I didn't know what to say. I didn't have to
say anything, Randy acted before I had a chance to
formulate a response.
He started touching my breasts through my clothes. I
didn't mind really mind that he was touching me there,
as much as the fact that he was squeezing it so hard.
It really hurt.
I tried to push his hand away, when he said, "You push
me away and I'll just leave." I didn't want to lose him
when I was this close to getting him back, so I took my
hand away. He continued to squeeze hard.
He then reached for the collar on my blouse. Once it
was in his hand, he jerked on it really hard causing
all the buttons to pop off. I was exposed.
I pushed on him away, hard, but he wouldn't budge. He
went back to squeezing my breasts through my bra. They
were very tender now. Then Randy pulled the top of my
bra down. I started to yell at him to stop. But he
wasn't listening. Finally I bite him.
Randy jumped up and started slapping me on the face
repeatedly. He was enraged. He yelled, "DON'T! YOU!
EVER! BITE! ME! AGAIN! YOU! FUCKING! BITCH!" Each word
was accompanied by a blow to my face. When he finished
yelling and hitting, he took a deep breath.
I sat there crying.
"Ok bitch, I'm done playing games with you. Get up!" he
commanded.
I wasn't about to refuse after that beating.
"Get your ass upstairs. I want you in your room NOW!"
I turned and ran to my room. I closed the door behind
me, and blocked it with my body. Randy tried to open
the door. Finding that he couldn't, he beat on it
saying, "Open this fucking door right now!"
Afraid, I opened it for him. He threw me onto my bed.
He went half way across the room, stopped, and removed
his shirt. I scrambled to the head of my bed and curled
up into a ball, not knowing what else to do.
He grabbed me and pulled me down onto the rug. As I
turned to get back on the bed, he grabbed the back of
my shirt and ripped it and bra off in one pull.
He got between me and the bed and slapped me again,
hard. I fell to the floor crying. He told me to get up.
Trembling, I slowly stood on wobbly legs. He told me to
remove my pants. I told him no. I got slapped again.
Randy then pulled out a knife and told me that if I
didn't take them off, he would and that I wouldn't like
it.
I knew then that he planned to have rape me. Ever since
I was a little girl, I had always wondered what my
first time would be like. I had many visions of
romantic and flowery settings with soft violin music in
the background. I never even contemplated having my
virginity forced from me at knife point. I knew once I
took my pants off, that he would force me to have sex
with him.
He must have sensed my hesitation because he grabbed my
arm and threw me back onto the bed. My head struck the
headboard so hard, I began to black out a little. I
fought off the approaching darkness.
In the years that followed, I would often wonder if I
had let the darkness take me - if Randy might have left
me alone. How different my life would have been.
He again told me to take off my pants. I was really
afraid now and I undid my zipper, and pulled the pants
off. Randy walked over to me with his knife. He ran the
back end of the blade up my leg until he got to my
panties. He then cut the side away from them. He cut
the other side next. I was afraid to move. The knife
was so cold, and all I could picture was him stabbing
me or cutting me with it.
As I watched, Randy stood up and slowly removed his
pants. He went very slowly. I could tell by the look on
his face that he was enjoying my fear. He knew that
with each move he made to remove his clothes brought us
that much closer to the act. He saw how much I didn't
want to do this. It seemed to excite him even more.
When he was fully undressed, he walked over to the bed.
It was so weird to see a boy naked, with his junk
swinging like that and his hairy balls. I felt really
strange in the pit of my stomach as he came near to me,
all hairy and naked like that.
I pulled my legs in tighter to my body in my little
ball that I now formed. But he grabbed my ankles and
jerked on them pulling me to the end of the bed. He
pushed me back onto the mattress so that I was laying
spread out. Then he climbed on top of me. I held my
legs together very tightly. But he put the knife to my
throat and told me to open up. I could feel the tears
roll hotly down the sides of my face leaving a trail.
As I released my legs, I spoke. "P-Please don't get me
pregnant Randy..."
He laughed and said, "What the fuck do I care what you
get." He then placed his huge erect penis between my
legs. I knew what was coming next. I hoped that he
would at least be gentle. If not, I hoped he would get
it over with quickly. I was wrong on both counts.
First I felt his tip slip in. I figured this was it,
but he pulled it out again. Just this alone burned
because I was very dry down there. He then pushed the
tip back in. Again, I thought this was it, only to feel
him pull out again.
He continued to do this. Each time he put his tip back
in, I thought he would finish the job and go all the
way in, only to have him pull out again. I looked into
his face trying to see what he was thinking. He had
this really evil look in his eyes.
"Good," I want you to look in my eyes for this." He
then pushed himself all the way in. I don't know why he
wanted me to look at him. When he pushed himself in
again, the pain was so great that I was forced to close
my eyes again. He must have enjoyed this because he
laughed in such an evil way.
"That's it, feel the pain. That's for making me wait
this long just to fuck you, like fucking you was some
special favor you would be doing me. Well I'll bet it
isn't so special now, is it?"
I shook my head no.
He said, "Damned straight it ain't, you're just another
fuck to me."
From there, it seemed like Randy went on forever. He
just kept going and going. I thought it would never
end.
Finally Randy said, "Open your eyes bitch. I want you
to look into my eyes while I cum. I want to see the
look on your face as I shoot my load inside you."
"Please don't," I begged. "I don't want to get
pregnant. Pull it out, please, don't do it."
I was begging, but even as I said it, I knew it was too
late. I could feel his warm liquid filling my insides.
All I could do is roll over and cry. I had just had my
virginity forced from me, and now I could get pregnant.
Randy got up, and began to get dressed. I rolled over
into a ball, and cried to myself.
Before Randy left, he said thanks for the fuck. Then he
said we'll have to do it again sometime.
After he was gone, I took a long shower. I just kept
washing and washing, but I still felt dirty. Between my
legs burned really bad, but I washed it anyway. I
washed it more than any other part of my body. It
didn't help.
-= CHAPTER 2 =-
After that I spent the whole weekend in a daze. At
first I wanted to tell my parents, but I wasn't
supposed to have anyone over to the house when they
weren't home. I stayed in my room a lot and tried to
not think of what Randy had done to me. By Monday
morning, the burning between my legs had stopped.
I went to school, not thinking at all about the
weekend. I saw Randy twice, but was able to duck and
hide both times before he could see me. It was 5th
period, and I had a study hall. I usually go to
practice piano in the sound proof booths in the band
room because it was usually empty this period.
I really like this period, because I get to be alone
with my music. I enjoy the solitude, and right now, I
can use it.
I had been playing for about five minutes when I heard
the door open. It happens every so often, someone else
wanting to use the booth I was in.
Without looking to see who it was, out of habit I said,
"This booth is taken. You'll have to use a different
one."
"No, I think I'll use this one." I froze. It was
Randy's voice. "Better yet, I'll just use you."
"Go away. Please just go away," I begged him.
"Well that depends on how nice you are to me," he said
as he shut and locked the door. I had never noticed
before just how secluded I was in these booths. With
the door locked, there was no way out. Since there was
no window, no one could see in. I couldn't even scream
because no one would hear me.
Randy was moving towards me. I stood up and moved to
the back wall. "Please don't," I begged in an
unconvincing voice. He didn't even both to answer.
He stopped right if front of me, and tried to kiss me
on the mouth. I turned away, hoping he would take the
hint that I didn't want to do anything.
"If that's the way you want it," he said.
He started rubbing my breasts over my shirt with the
back of his hands almost like he was inspecting them.
He looked right at my chest as he did this. I felt like
some piece of meat being looked over for freshness or
something.
"You got a date for the prom yet?" he asked me. I shook
my head no. "Then I will pick you up at eight o'clock
Friday night."
I guess this was his way of saying that he wanted to go
out with me again. He stopped rubbing my breasts, and
moved his hands to my waist. Without notice, he started
to undo my pants. I tried to stop him by moving his
hand away, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed as
hard as he could. There was a look of rage in his eyes.
"Don't EVER do that again, or I'll fucking beat you so
hard that you'll wish that you didn't have hands," he
said through clinched teeth. He threw my hand away from
him like it was some piece of trash he didn't want.
He got my pants undone, and pulled them down along with
my panties. Instead of removing them, he left them
around my ankles. I guess to keep from having to take
them off over my shoes.
"Lay down," he told me. I knew what was coming. Even
though I didn't want to, I knew it was useless to fight
him. I lay down.
He unzipped his pants, letting his thing fall out. He
didn't take his pants off, as a matter of fact he
hardly even slide them down. He only moved them enough
to get the zipper away from his thing. I knew from sex-
ed classes that it wasn't really called a "Thing," but
at this moment I couldn't think of it as anything but a
thing. A thing that had violated my body, and was about
to again.
He pulled my legs apart hard, lying between them as he
did. The pants around my ankles made the angle
difficult, but Randy finally got his thing to me. He
had to work a bit to get it in. It didn't go in very
far, but it hurt a lot. I wondered if it would always
hurt. I was happy that it didn't go very far in,
because it hurt the way it was.
The pain being less there was compensated by the fact
that Randy was putting so much weight on the pants at
my ankles that the fabric was cutting into my skin.
Unlike the first time at my house, this one didn't last
very long at all. He gave a final grunt, then I felt
his stuff running down the inside of my thigh.
He looked me in the eyes and said, "I have been looking
forward to that all weekend. You'll be quite the
obedient one by the time I'm done with you." These
words hit me like a hammer.
He got up, zipped himself, and said "Be here tomorrow
at the same time. Otherwise I'll have to hunt you down.
If I have to do that, I won't be as easy on you as I
have been." I couldn't contemplate him being any
rougher than he has been.
With that he walked out, leaving me lying on the floor
with my pants at my ankles. I couldn't get up because
all I could think of were his final words "By the time
I'm done with you." What had he meant? I was sure I
didn't want to know.
-= CHAPTER 3 =-
The next day, I tried to avoid the sound proof booth.
During my lunch break, I went to the auditorium and hid
in the backstage area. I figured if he couldn't find
me, he couldn't do anything.
It was about halfway through the period when I heard
the doors of the auditorium open. I cringed as I heard
the unmistakable sound of footsteps. It took a little
while, but finally I got up the courage to peek out of
the curtains. All I saw was the janitor. He was
removing the trash. I sighed in relief that it hadn't
been Randy coming to look for me. I watched the janitor
leave.
As the doors closed, I turned to go back to my hiding
spot. Just as I turned, I ran into Randy. I gave a
little scream, but he placed a hand over my mouth. I
doubt if anybody heard me.
"I told you not to make me come looking for you," he
whispered in my ear, "I don't like to be kept waiting
for a piece of ass." He turned me around to face him.
He told me to go into the dressing room. I walked
towards the rooms in the back, my mind racing to find a
way to get away from Randy. The only way out was
through him, there was no way out.
I got into the dressing room and Randy shut the door
behind him. I went to the far side of the room away
from him. He reached into his bag, pulling an instant
camera from it. He took my picture and told me to
strip.
I knew by now that I didn't have much choice in the
matter. I began undoing the top button, when he took
another picture.
"You aren't planning on taking pictures the whole time,
do you?" I asked hoping the answer was no.
"Damn straight I'm going to take pictures."
"Please don't. I'll do what you want, but no pictures."
"I told you not to make me come looking for you, and
you did anyway. Now you are going to be punished."
I had no choice, I had to do it. I finished undoing my
shirt. Randy took my picture after each and every
button. I undid my bra (which undid in the front). As
it came undone, Randy took the picture just as I was
pulling the two sides away. He now had a picture of my
breasts.
I kicked off my shoes.
"Hurry up," Randy said, "I don't have all day, I have
classes later. If you don't hurry, I won't have time to
fuck you, then I would be REALLY upset."
I hurried through taking my pants off. Each step of the
undressing process was photographed, until was naked.
I stood there not knowing what he wanted me to do next.
He undid his zipper, and I started to lie down so he
could do what he wanted. I figured if I just let him
get it over with, he would leave me alone.
I had gotten to my knees, before he told me to stop. He
walked over to me and put his thing in my face. I
turned my face away, because I didn't want that thing
touching my face.
Randy grabbed the back of my hair, and forced my face
into his crotch. I tried to fight to pull my face away,
but Randy slapped my face while holding my hair.
"Open your fucking mouth bitch!"
"Please Randy, no," I plead. All it gets me in another
slap in the face. By now the tears from my eyes are
trickling down my burning cheeks. This causes a
tingling trail along the path that they take.
I open my mouth like Randy told me to, not really
knowing why he wanted me to do this. I found out soon
enough, as he stuffed his penis in my mouth. I gagged,
and tried to force it out of my mouth, only Randy's
grip is too tight, and I can't get away.
"Suck on it you little whore," Randy tells me, "Suck on
it like you would a popsicle, or else I will get very
upset with you. You wouldn't want to upset me, now
would you?" I knew that the price of getting Randy
upset was pain, so I began to suck on his thing.
He must have liked that, because he began to moan a
little. Then as he got louder, he began pulling my head
into his pelvis. It was ok at first, but then he
started banging the back of my throat with it. I was
trying to keep from gagging, when I felt this warm
liquid fill my throat. I felt like vomiting when I
realized that he had finished in my mouth.
I wanted to spit out the disgusting liquid, but Randy
wouldn't let me go.
"Swallow it, cunt! Swallow the whole thing like the
good little slut that you are."
It was only with some effort that I was able to get it
down. Then he pulled back on my hair again until I
thought it was going to either get pulled out, or
bleed.
"Don't you make me come looking for you again. You will
be in the sound proof booth from now on, or else this
have seemed like it was easy."
Randy then threw me back onto the floor, where I hit my
head pretty hard, and bruised my hip. I didn't look up
at him, but I heard him pulling his zipper up.
"Be in the sound proof booth tomorrow. I don't like to
be kept waiting. I also hope you haven't forgotten
about our little date prom night." Just then the first
bell rang. "You'd also better hurry, you have five
minutes to get to class. If you hadn't made me come
looking for you, I would have been done and gone by
now."
I ended up missing my class. I went to the nurse's
office instead. I told the nurse that I didn't feel
well, and wanted to lie down. I was excused from class,
and spent the whole hour softly crying to myself
wondering why I was being put threw this. I don't
remember doing anything wrong.
I also thought to myself that I had to show up at the
booth from now on. Lord knows what Randy would do if I
didn't...
-= CHAPTER 4 =-
For the next week, I went straight to the sound proof
booth during study hall. I didn't want Randy to even
start to think that I was trying to avoid him. Most
days he only wanted to have sex (you know, just the
straight stuff). He would usually start by either
telling me to strip, or doing it himself.
I liked it best, I think, when he did it. That way I
could just pretend to not be there. Randy would do what
he wanted and then leave.
Sometimes he wanted me to put his thing in his mouth,
like the dressing room. I did as I was told at all
times, and I guess it was all right since Randy didn't
beat me anymore. I went through quite a lot that week,
but I knew that at least I was going to the prom.
Even after all I had been through with Randy, I knew
that for at least that one night, I would be his girl
again. I had no illusions about what I was to him right
now. He was using me for sex.
I asked him once why he was doing this to me.
"Because I can," was all he said. "Now take off your
fucking clothes, I don't want to take all day to shoot
my wad."
I just kept thinking towards the prom. No matter how
badly I was treated now, prom night he would have to
treat me right. He certainly couldn't treat me like he
had been, not in public.
I went to the mall with mom. We spent over three hours
looking for just the right dress. The shoes alone took
an hour. Then I got my hair all done up, mom even had
them give me a manicure. Through it all, she kept
looking at me and saying over and over again "My baby's
growing up". Then she would get all misty eyed and
start talking about how I was beginning to fill out.
She admitted that I wasn't fully developed yet, but as
she put it, "Enough to turn the boys heads."
**
That night, I started getting ready two hours before
Randy was going to pick me up. I was ready a half an
hour before Randy got there. That gave me time to look
at myself in the mirror. Mom was right, I was filling
out. I guess that is why Randy wants to do the things
he does to me. After all, he wouldn't do them if he
didn't like the way I looked...
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help
felling like Cinderella ready for the ball. No matter
what Randy did to my body tonight, he couldn't take
away how special I felt. I knew, even without him
having to say so that the price I would have to pay for
all this was to have sex with him. I was beginning to
accept it as a part of life, just something I had to
do, like homework.
Randy got there around 6 o'clock. My parents insisted
on taking pictures. For an instant, I was back in the
dressing room with Randy. He was taking pictures of me
as I undressed. I had to force this ugly thought from
my mind, or else I would be able to smile for my
parents pictures. Even Randy was playing it up for
them. He looked so good in his tux.
Then it was time to go. Randy even opened my door for
me. Maybe this was a turning point, maybe he was
feeling sorry for what he had been doing to me. I began
to have visions of Randy and me as we were before he
made me do those things.
Who knows, maybe he was even right. Maybe I had brought
it all on myself by holding out on him for so long.
After all, as Randy said, he was a senior, and if I
wanted to hold onto him I would have to do some of the
things he wanted. After all, why else should a senior
like Randy want to date some little 15 year old
freshman like me.
I began to notice that we were driving out of the city.
If nothing else, we were heading away from the school.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"We are going to where the entertainment begins. I have
a bunch of my friends coming out to see you in action.
I've been telling them all about what we have been
doing, and they want to see what I've been telling them
about. So I told them to meet us out at a friends,
where I promised them that you would entertain each and
everyone of them."
"Wh-What do you mean 'Entertain' them?" I was afraid of
the answer even before Randy said it. I had been hoping
that I had just misunderstood what he said.
"You are a dumb cunt, aren't you. Ok, let me spell it
out for you. You are going to fuck each and everyone
there tonight. I told them what a tight piece of ass
you were, and promised them each a shot at you."
"Stop the car." I told him. He stopped, and I jumped
out. He came bolting out of the car, and even before I
could get very far, he had grabbed me by the arms, and
threw me up against the car.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Randy said.
"I don't want to do it. It's bad enough having to do it
with you, but I am not going to do it with anyone else.
You can't make me do it, and I won't. So just take me
back to town right now."
"I don't think you fully understand. I'm not asking you
to, I'm telling you. I promised those guys that you
were going to put out for them, and you're going to
fuck them like a good little whore. I'm not about to
have you embarrass me in front of my friends."
"I promised myself a long time ago that I would only
ever sleep with one guy. You forced me to make that guy
you, fine. But I'm not going to sleep with anyone else.
You can beat me if you want to, but I'm not going to
change my mind," I told him. I was proud of having
finally stood up to him.
"Once again, you fail to realize what your position is.
I don't have to beat you anymore, and you are going to
walk into that barn tonight, and willing give yourself
to each and every guy who wants you."
"Why would I ever do that?" At least I knew he wasn't
going to beat me anymore. I liked that.
"Because if you don't, when I drop you off, I will also
drop those pictures I took of you into the mailbox.
They are already addressed to your father. He looked so
proud of you tonight too. It would be a shame for him
to see how his little baby girl, his pride and joy
looks when she is stripping. I even got a few good ones
of you sucking my dick. Imagine daddies surprise at
seeing you giving a blowjob on film."
Randy was right, I had no choice. I kept thinking of
how proud mom and dad looked as I went out that door. I
would do anything not to hurt them, now it looked like
I would. As my mind came to this conclusion, my body
(which had been tense in Randy's grasp) went limp. He
knew I was beat.
"So tell me what you are going to do?" he asked. The
bastard knew I had no choice. He just wanted to torment
me a little more by making me say it.
"I'll do whatever you tell me to. Ever to your
friends."
"Then you will willingly fuck them all tonight?"
I nodded, even as the tears were forming.
"Say it, I want to hear you say it."
"I w-will sleep with your friends," I replied in a soft
voice.
"No, you aren't going to 'Sleep' with my friends. You
are going to 'FUCK' them. Now say it right."
"I will f-fuck your friends for you."
"Good girl. Now take your panties off, I'm not about to
play sloppy seconds to these guys. All that sperm in
one spot would make me sick."
As I was taking my panties off, I thought to myself
that if all that sperm was so disgusting, why was he
making me do it?
"Don't you think I would be made sick with all that
sperm in me. It disgusts me to, you know."
"What you think doesn't mean a thing to me. You are not
a person. You are just a thing I use to masturbate
with, something to use other than my hand. A rag to
hold my sperm, so I don't get it on me. Why should what
you think or feel effect me at all?"
I knew now why he was doing this to me. He doesn't care
about me at all. I had been tricking myself into
believing that he cared a little about me or he
wouldn't be doing what he does. Now I know that he is
only doing it because he can, and so long as he has
those pictures, I will continue to do what he wants me
to because I no longer had any choice in the matter.
I was removing my panties as this realization hit me. I
was just a thing to him. He told me to lie on the hood
of the car. I did as I was told, just as the tears of
self pity were coming to my eyes. For some reason,
whenever I am crying, Randy always gets more excited,
more demanding sexually. It is as if my suffering
excites him, to see my pain thrills him. It can't be
true, nobody gets excited to see someone else suffer.
To lie on the car, I had to touch the ground with my
feet to prevent me from slipping off in my dress. this
put my body at an awkward bowed position. Randy just
unzipped himself, raised the skirt of my dress up so
that it covered my face (like I didn't exist), and
without any preliminaries unceremoniously pushed his
penis inside me.
I felt the ridge on the hood of the car sliding up and
down my back with each trust and withdrawal. It was a
painful position to be in. When I tried to get up a
little, to ease the pain, Randy took both my breasts in
his hands, and pushed me back into the car hood. Now I
not only had the ridge in my back, but I had Randy
pushing me into it. This pain was almost forgotten
though with the pain of Randy mashing my breasts into
my ribs.
Mercifully, he was quick. I knew he was finished by the
now all to familiar feel of Randy's sperm dripping down
my legs.
"If we are going to keep doing this... c-could you
please start using a condom?" I asked.
Randy must have thought this was funny because he
started laughing.
"I'm serious," I said. "If you are going to use me, the
least you could do is to help me to not get pregnant."
Randy laughed even harder.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Since when do people wear condoms to masturbate? You
still don't understand, you are just a toy I play with.
I use you like I would anything else to get me off.
Pregnant, that's a good one."
I began to put my panties back on when Randy told me
not to.
"They are just going to come off anyway."
So I got back into the car, and we drove on in silence.
As I sat in the car facing out into the night, I tried
not to think of what lay ahead for me. It wasn't easy.
All I could think of was how Randy had referred to me
as a thing to masturbate with. I felt subhuman being
referred to that way. Was I really just an object for
Randy's pleasure? I didn't want to think about it. I
even almost succeeded in blocking it out of my mind,
but there was a slimy trickle that moved slowly down
the inside of my thigh. I knew it was Randy's sperm,
some of it had leaked out. It sent a chill down my
spine with every millimeter it moved. The chill cut
straight to my soul.
I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't even
notice that we had arrived. Randy brought me out of my
thoughts by telling me to get out of the car. I thought
briefly of refusing to get out of the car, but Randy
would have only pulled me out.
Randy took my hand, and almost dragged me into the
barn. I had the oddest sensation between my legs.
Because Randy was moving so fast, his sperm on my
thighs made an almost frictionless surface.
It was dark inside the barn, and I couldn't see
anything. I could sense that other people were there,
but I didn't know where or how many.
We got to the middle of an open area surrounded by
lofts. I felt like the christens in Rome, just before
the lions were let loose.
Randy then threw me to the ground, and went into the
darkness, leaving me to myself. I kept looking around
into the darkness for any signs of people.
Suddenly, flood lights were turned on me. That's when I
heard the guys start to whoop at me. I still couldn't
see anyone.
I then heard Randy talk.
"You guys all know Cindy from school. She is here to do
whatever you want her to. Feel free to do with her as
you please, she won't object, will you dear?" I didn't
answer him, afraid to. "Answer the fucking question,
bitch!," Randy yelled. "You don't object, do you?"
I wasn't about to not answer now. I knew that tone in
Randy's voice. It is the one he uses when he has lost
his patience with me. I said no, I didn't mind.
"Good pet," Randy said. "Now let's get this show on the
road. You will start by removing your clothes for my
friends, after which, we will decide what to do with
you."
I knew better than to object when Randy told me to
strip. Just because there were people there now didn't
change the fact that I had to do it. Of course, nothing
said that I had to be quick about it.
My dress unzipped in the back, so at first I was forced
to jut out my chest to undo it. I had never really been
semiconscious about this before, but then again, I
never had an audience before either. I tried as best I
could to not stick my chest out too far, but it was
useless. There was just no way to avoid it.
I got the zipper to the bottom of my back, where it
ends. I would have to slip it off from here. But first,
I pulled my top down slowly.
I heard some guy yell to Randy, "Kind of small in the
tits, Randy. I hope she starts looking better than
this."
I was embarrassed to here someone talk so brazenly
about my body. It was not something I was accustomed
to. I began to cover my breasts with my arm when Randy
spoke in my defense, kind of.
"Give me a break, I promised you a fuck. Here she is.
She may not be much, but she is almost a virgin. What
more do you want? Finish with the clothes, I'm getting
bored."
I slipped the dress past my hips leaving me naked
except for my shoes. I began to remove them, when I was
told to leave then on.
"Not a lot of hair on that pussy either Randy!" The guy
yelled again.
"Hey, she just turned 15 a couple of weeks ago. You
want hair, go back to your mother. Cindy will fill out
soon. In the mean time, enjoy that clean pussy," Randy
replied.
Randy then spoke, "Ok guys, there she is. You all know
the order we decided on. She will do whatever you tell
her, or else I go to the mailbox."
I'm pretty sure no one else in the room got this
statement, but it was crystal clear to me. I either did
as I was told, or Randy would mail off the pictures.
The first guy stepped out of the darkness. It was the
geek from my home economics class. He always grossed me
out. He had zits all over his face, and thick stupid
looking glasses. He always said and did really stupid
things. He looked scared for just a second, but then
recovered.
"L-lay down, and spread your legs." He told me. As I
was getting down, I heard someone in the darkness yell
"Go get her virgin." It wouldn't surprise me to know
the this geek had never been with a girl, I could never
picture any girl wanting to do it with him... then I
remembered, I was about to.
He undid his zipper on his pants and pulled his pants
down to his ankles. He had been so anxious to get it
over with, that he had dropped his pants halfway to me.
He then had to take quick baby steps to get to me. I'm
sure if I weren't about to be forced into this, I might
have found the sight amusing, but all I could think of
is those zits on his face.
He finally got over to me. Without any warning, he
jumped the remaining distance. His landing hurt a lot.
I heard someone yelling about the geek not wanting to
wait to get his first piece of tail. I couldn't be
sure, because I wasn't really paying attention to what
was being said.
I had more pressing matters. The geek had by this time
positioned himself just off to the side, and his cock
was trying to jam it's way into my pelvis. It hurt a
lot. I would prefer the real thing to this (and trust
me, that isn't saying much).
Randy yelled from the darkness, "Help him out, Cindy.
We don't have all night."
I reached down, and put him where he was supposed to
be. He mumbled a thanks (like I wanted to do it), then
with one thrust pushed himself all the way in. The
crowd cheered even as the pain shot through my body
from the rough treatment.
The geek started pumping furiously right away, which
didn't do much to ease the pain. The good thing was it
was less than a minute before he finished.
He got up to cheers, and yells, while I laid there on
the floor. I rolled into a ball, letting the pain ebb.
I hurt, a lot. I hadn't even begun to start to feel
better before I heard someone say, "My turn." I tried
to shut the cheering out of my mind.
-= CHAPTER 5 =-
Out of the darkness came Steve. Steve was a pretty good
friend of mine, or so I thought. I certainly never
expected him to be here. He had been the friend I
turned to when Randy and I had broken up. I poured my
heart and soul to him. The fact that he was here hurt
even more than the fact I was being forced into doing
this.
I was sitting up by the time he got to me. I looked up
at him, and asked him to please not do this to me. He
was my friend.
"For the last month now," Steve said, "All I've heard
about was how much you were hurting because Randy had
broken up with you. I was there whenever you wanted to
talk about it, not because I wanted to hear it, I was
hoping the whole time that you notice me. I thought I
loved you. I kept telling you he was no good for you,
but you just had to have him back.
"When he started telling me what the two of you were
doing, it hurt bad. Then I began to think that you
pretty much brought it on yourself. You deserved what
you were getting for being so stupid. When I Randy
asked me if I wanted to fuck you at this little party
tonight, I figured why not. I may as well get a piece
of ass for all the shit you put me through."
Steve's words hurt me. He was my best friend. I had no
idea he felt this way about me. He certainly never told
me. Could it be true though, what he said about me
deserving what I got? Had I really been so anxious to
get Randy back that was willing to sell myself to do
it? Maybe I did deserve what I was getting.
Steve now stood in front of me. He told me that he
wanted me to suck his dick.
I pulled his zipper down, and began sucking on him. His
penis was small and soft when I put it in my mouth. As
I sucked on it, it grew. I just kept sucking, and
sucking. It felt like forever. He began pushing my head
into his crotch. By now my law began hurting really
bad. The muscles were beginning to cramp. I was now
just letting Steve do all the work of moving my head
into him.
Finally he pushed me away, and started stroking
himself. His sperm shot out and landed partially on my
hip (I had turned sideways when he through me), and
partially on my breasts.
He turned to go back into the darkness, but before he
went, he turned and said, "Fucking slut."
Then the next guy came, and the next, and the next. It
was a seemingly endless stream of guys. I lost track of
how many there were. But then, I wasn't really
counting.
My mind kept replaying Steve calling me a fucking slut.
Each time it grew louder and louder, until it's roar
drowned out everything else in the room. Fucking Slut!
FUCKING SLUT! FUCKING SLUT!
The night wore on. I have vague memories of the geek
from my home eke. class coming back several times to
try different things. Finally there was a break, where
they stopped coming.
Randy asked if everyone had finished. There were no
answers, so I figured it was finally over.
"Well if all of you have had your fill, it's time for
the main event. Ok Barry, do your thing."
That's when a big black guy came out of the darkness.
He wasn't from the school, I had seen him around town a
lot though. He did odd jobs around town. He even did
work around our yard.
Mom used to pay him to do the gardening every so often.
I had always avoided him because he was just some big
ugly black guy who smelled like he never showered.
Tonight was no exception. I could smell his pungent
odor before he even got half the distance to where I
was at.
He stopped before he got to me. He was standing over
the top of me, just slowly taking his shirt off. He
towered over me. I knew he was over 6 feet tall. I
couldn't even picture his huge frame on top of me. He
must have weighed over 250 pounds. When his shirt came
off, I could see that none of the weight was fat. It
was all solid muscle.
The biggest surprise was about to come as he undid his
pants. I had never seen a black man's thing before, but
I had no idea that they were so HUGE! I knew this was
going to hurt. I could barely handle Randy, and he was
no where this sized...
He told me to suck on his "Dick," as he put it. I began
to, but the smell drove me away.
"What's wrong little Missy, my man meat too much for
you? It's ok, I tend to scare a lot of girls. Of course
this is the first time I been with anyone so small, but
that's what's going to make this fun."
He slowly pushed me back to the ground. He then did
something that no one had shown me yet, gentleness. He
didn't rush to put it in. He was patient in letting it
slowly work it's way in. If it began to hurt to much,
he would pull out a little, and slowly work his way
back. It still hurt, but I knew it could be worse.
Finally he was in. I felt this huge pressure pushing at
my abdomen from all directions. He wasn't to quick in
his motions, and he came fairly quickly.
"Damn you are tight. I haven't ever been that quick,
not even when I was doing it to your mother."
MOM!?! He does this to MOM!?!
Barry must have seen the look of shock in my face.
"Yeah, that's right, I did your mom. She's one of the
best lays in town and trust me, I been all over town.
Your mother can't get enough of me."
Barry lifted me off the ground, and took me over to a
saw horse that had appeared during my encounter with
Barry. I had no idea what it was for, or why it had
appeared. I mean Barry was done, wasn't he?
I looked down, and was shocked to see that he had not
even begun to get soft like everyone else had.
"I see you noticed Lester ain't gone to sleep yet. No,
Lester has just started to have his fun," Barry said,
as he laughed.
We got to the saw horses, and Steve and the geek came
over. Barry told me to bend over the saw horse. I
turned to face Barry and began to bend over backwards
over the saw horse.
Barry really laughed hard now. "You weren't kidding,
were you Randy. She really is practically a virgin, she
doesn't know what I want. Bend over the thing front
ways Missy."
I couldn't figure out why he would want me to face this
direction, but I did as I was told. Steve and the geek
held my shoulders in place. I later learned that they
had volunteered for this job.
I could feel Barry slowly sliding his huge thing in and
out of me. He then pulled it out and said, "That should
be enough lubrication. Hold her tight boys, she's gonna
jump."
He then moved his penis up. As he began to apply
pressure, I started to tell him that it was a little
lower, that he was in the wrong place. I got about as
far as "That's not the right..." before the burning in
my ass started. He had entered the wrong one. I began
to scream in pain, as Randy walked over and shoved my
own panties in my mouth to stifle my screams.
If Barry knew he was in the wrong place, he didn't seem
to show it. He just kept going like he was in the right
place. He reached around my sides, and grabbed each of
my breasts, squeezing them (oddly enough) gently. He
was just rubbing then, getting their feel down.
"I been watching you, little Missy. I noticed the way
you avoid me, look down on me, like I was some piece of
trash. Like I wasn't good enough for you. Well I'm good
enough for your mother, and now I'm good enough for
you. That's it, scream Missy. Let the world know I'm
treating you like you been treating me all these years.
Now feel me, enjoy my pain. You little whore."
With that he began pounding into me even harder. It
wasn't long before he was finished. I felt his body
shudder, and then warmth in my bowels.
He pulled himself out then, and I was let go by Steve
and the geek. Suddenly it struck me that I knew the
names of everyone there tonight, except the geek. I
never bothered finding out his name. He was just the
geek. I had sex with him, and had not even known his
name. I guess I really was a whore.
As I fell to the ground, Steve pulled his zipper down.
"I used to love you, but now here is what I think."
Then he urinated on me.
Everyone started to leave. I had been in the barn for
over an 2 hours. Even Randy was heading for the door.
"Are we going to the prom now?" I asked him.
"The way you look, you've got to be kidding. I would be
the laughing stock of the school. Everyone here, with
the exception of Barry already have dates. I'm even
late for picking up Debbie, She's my date. Go home,
your night is over," he said.
He had been right. I was covered in dirt, sweat, and
sperm. I found a water hose to wash off with, then I
got dressed. It was several miles into town, and a few
more to my house. It was after midnight when I got
home.
The house was dark when I got home. I went straight up
to my room, and went to bed. I had just laid down when
mom came into my room. She sat down next to me, and
asked me how my night had been. How do you tell your
mother that what was supposed to be the best night of
your life was spent instead having sex with a lot of
guys.
I did the only thing I could. I lied and told her it
had been fine.
"Well I just want you to know that your father and I
love you, and are proud of you." She kissed me on the
forehead, and left the room.
In the darkness, I faced the wall and cried. My
mother's words ran through my mind with Steve's. The
end result was My mind replaying over and over again
"Your father and I are proud of you, SLUT!"
-= CHAPTER 6 =-
The dance was a couple months ago now. I still
continued to meet Randy in the booth as always. He
hasn't made me do anything like that night again. I
guess whatever he had wanted, he had worked it out of
his system.
Lately he has stopped coming every day. There are days
when he doesn't bother showing up, and on the days he
does, he wants me to undress quickly, then he just does
it to me. Sometimes I wait almost the entire hour for
him to show up, sitting in the booth unable to hear
what is going on outside. Then when he showed up, it
was all of 2 minutes from the time when he walked in,
to the time he was finished. Most times he didn't even
bother talking to me. He just walked in, took off my
pants, had sex with me (leaving all the rest of my
clothes in place), and then leaving.
I asked him once why he always rushed it. He told me it
was because he had better things to do than waste an
entire hour on what he could finish in a few minutes.
In his words "I'm here to bust a nut, not to see how
long it takes me to do it."
Today I was in the booth as usual. Randy showed up at
the beginning of the hour, which was unusual these
days. He fucked me (I now knew that was all it really
was), then told me to meet him out in the woods at a
spot we used to go when we had been dating. Was that
really just a few months ago, it seems like an eternity
ago.
Then he left me naked, lying on the floor as usual.
**
I spent the rest of the day worrying about he had
planned for me. It could be another thing like the
barn, I hoped not. Maybe he had something worse in
mind. I couldn't picture anything worse, I had spent a
month after the barn thing happened in so much pain
that whenever I used the bathroom I would almost pass
out.
I showed up as instructed. To my surprise, Randy had
his blackmail pictures with him. The first thing he did
was to give them to me. He told me that I could keep
them if I did what he wanted me to one more time.
I figured once more and then I would be free. It wasn't
a difficult decision to make. I agreed.
The first thing Randy did was to blindfold me. He then
led me down a path. On the way he told me that when we
got to a certain spot, he would give me a leather belt.
I was to beat him with it as hard as I liked. He told
me he enjoyed pain. The only catch was during the whole
thing, I couldn't say a word, no matter how much I
wanted to, and I couldn't remove my blindfold.
We got to the clearing, and Randy removed my clothes.
He then positioned me in a certain spot.
"Ok, if you reach out in front of you, you will feel my
bare back. Feel free to strike as hard as you like," I
heard him say.
I reached out and felt his back. I then took the belt
he gave me and hit him with it. I heard a muffled him
pitched scream. I knew it hurt.
I had hurt him. The man who had forced my virginity
from me, the man who had blackmailed me into continuing
to have sex with him. Now Not only would I be free of
his blackmail forever, but I got to hurt him like he
had been hurting me all these months.
It was as if a dam inside me had burst. I used all the
anger and frustration that had been building up inside
of me these last few months to beat him now. I beat him
like a demon possessed. By now the screams had
degenerated into muffled sobs.
Good, let the bastard cry like I have done every night
since that first night. The sobbing, instead of making
me feel pity on him, only made me want to beat him
harder, and I did.
Finally the sobbing stopped. Without the sobbing, the
anger subsided. My arm was so tired and sore, all I
could do was drop the belt I had been using. But I felt
cleansed. The anger at Randy was no longer there.
I WAS FREE!!
I turned away from where Randy was, and removed my
blindfold to get dressed. As the blindfold came off,
the first thing I noticed was Randy standing unharmed
on the opposite side of me than what I was beating him.
He was masturbating himself, and was just shoot his cum
as my mask came off. The second thing I noticed was the
video camera. He had been taping me beating him...
Wait a minute, if he was on this side of me unharmed
then who was I beating? Oh my god, who did I heart?
I spun around quickly to see who it had been. When I
saw who it was, I felt as if a one ton weight had been
dropped onto my chest. Tied hanging from a tree by her
wrists was my 12-year-old sister, naked.
She was unconscious, probably passed out from the
beating I gave her. Her back was covered with welts,
with the exception of where the welt had opened and
were bleeding.
Her naked body swayed obscenely to and fro. Her tiny
nipples and just barely darkening pubic area just
starting to come into view before her body would swing
the other direction. I turned and ran.
I ran to Randy, and began beating him with my fists.
"You bastard!!" I yelled. "How could you do this to me?
How could you be so sick? She's my sister you fucking
jerk!!"
Randy grabbed both of my wrists and twisted them hard.
"I was getting tired of our old games. It was time to
start a new one. I wanted more from you. Now you can
keep your stupid fucking pictures. I have a video of
you beating your own sister. I think in the eyes of
your family that is worth far more than just a few
pictures."
He then through me at the feet of my sister. As I
landed, He walked over to me and forced himself roughly
on top of me. I fought him as hard as I could, but I
was too tired from the beating I had given.
Oh god, Stacey, please forgive me. How could I have
done this to you. You had nothing to do with this.
For months I had wanted Randy to spend more time than
he had. I had wanted him to at least acknowledge my
existence as more than a toy. Now I only wanted him to
finish and leave. No such luck.
He literally pummeled me like he hadn't done since that
first night. As the pummeling continued, all I could
think of was how close I had been to being free. I had
the pictures in my hands. If I had only walked away
instead of going along with Randy. But the thought of
giving what I had been getting was just to tempting to
pass up. Now I was more trapped than ever.
Randy had not yet finished when Stacey came around. She
too had been blindfolded, so mercifully she did not
know it was me who had beaten her. She was sobbing with
pain.
This sound only made Randy pound my hips even harder.
He finally finished. He grabbed my clothes and
blindfolded me again. He led me down a path, and then
just left me. I took off my blindfold. I was back in
the place I had met Randy at. He was no where to be
seen. I dressed, and went looking for Stacey. I never
found her.
By the time I got home, I was very late. The house was
empty, and there was no note telling me where everyone
had gone. I went upstairs and took a shower.
Around 10:30, mom & dad came home. Mom was crying. She
told me that Stacey had been snatched on her way home
from school, taken somewhere and beaten. She had not
been molested, just beaten. She was in the hospital now
where she was spending the night.
Mom just kept going on and on about what kind of animal
would do such a thing. Dad went and got the pistol from
the bedroom, and began cleaning it the whole time mom
was going on.
When he had finished, he loaded it, and turned to
mother.
"Don't worry dear, if they ever catch the bastard who
did this to my baby girl, there won't be a trial. Just
a funeral." Then dad closed the barrel portion of the
gun. The snap it made as it clicked in terrified me.
What would they do if they ever found out it had been
me?
That thought kept me from sleeping at all that night,
and the next two...
-= CHAPTER 7 =-
My sister came back from the hospital the next week.
The doctors said that her wounds were not as bad as
they originally looked, and that with time she would
heal without too many scars. Well no physical ones
anyway.
I toyed with the idea of telling her it was me and why
I had done it to her. But every time I started to, the
look in my father's eyes would flash in my mind, and I
wouldn't be able to say anything to her. I doubt if I
ever would.
I was waiting in the booth at school on Monday, as I
always did. I really didn't want to do anything with
Randy anymore. After what he made me do to my baby
sister, all I could find in my heart for him was
contempt. But he still had the tape of what I did. Not
only that, but if I didn't wait for him everyday as
told, he would only come and find me again like last
time. It was better to let him get what he wanted over
with quickly, and then let him leave as usual.
I wasn't sure if Randy was going to make it today.
Lately he had been losing interest in our little
meetings. There was even a whole week once where I
didn't see him at all. Today I wasn't so lucky.
He arrived early, and was waiting for me when I opened
the door.
"Take off your clothes," he commanded me. As always I
did as I was told.
He then motioned to me that I should kneel on the
floor. He unzipped his pants, and pulled them to his
knees. He then sat on the bench to the piano and told
me to suck him. I put my mouth over his penis and began
sucking on him. Usually he just leans back and closes
his eyes when I do this, and doesn't say a word to me.
Today was different.
The whole time I was sucking on him, he kept telling me
how turned on he was when he watched me beating my
sister. He went into gruesome detail on how my breasts
swung around in my desire to hurt him. He went into
just as much detail on how my little sisters "Ass" and
"Little Titties" (as he called them) would jiggle with
each smack of the whip. He kept on about how she looked
with the welts forming on her back. The bastard never
even bothered asking how she was.
The whole time he is going on with his story, I am just
sucking away. It is a vile feeling to know that you are
servicing a guy who has caused so much pain to your
sister. After a half an hour, my jaw refused to work.
It had begun cramping fifteen minutes ago, but when I
stopped, Randy told me to keep going or else. When I
thought of what the "Or else" might be, I quickly
decided to ignore the cramps in my jaw and continue.
He finally told me to lie down. I did as I was told,
and he penetrated me immediately. He began his vigorous
thrusting right away. He kept on about how excited he
got watching me and my sister. For the first time since
shortly after this all began, he lasted the whole time.
It figures, I only wanted him to hurry up and go away.
I had over the last few months gotten pretty good at
telling when Randy was about to finish. It was the
change in his breathing and the way there was a urgency
in his thrusts. Just as I noticed the signs, he jerked
himself out of me, and used his hand to finish the job
over the to of me.
His juice landed across my stomach, over my breasts,
and a little on my face. When he had done that for the
first time, I was disgusted, but after I thought about
it, I was happy when he did that, because at least this
time I wouldn't be getting pregnant. Only he didn't do
it very often, usually preferring to just finish inside
me.
He told me once that he liked it better that way. When
I started to say that it might get me pregnant if he
did that, he just slapped me and told me that I wasn't
there to give him advice, only to fuck. Whenever he
left it in, I would immediately (after dressing of
course) run to the girl's room and try and wipe all of
his "Stuff" off of me. No matter how hard I tried to
clean all that stuff up, it always felt like there was
still a ton of it oozing out onto my thighs. For the
rest of the afternoon I would be able to think of
nothing else but that ooze coming out.
As always when he pulled out, he wanted to watch me eat
all of his juice before leaving. He had dressed, as I
was cleaning the last of it off from my breasts.
"I want you to meet me here after school at three
o'clock. You're going to help me pass in one of my
classes," he said.
"But I have dance practice at three," I protested.
He said, "Not anymore, I gave you an order. BE HERE!"
Then he turned and left. As usual, I had to jump up
quickly and shut the door. He liked to leave it open
even though he knew I was naked. He said once that he
didn't care if anyone saw me, it wasn't his problem.
As I shut the door, I knew I would not be at dance
practice this afternoon. Randy had given me an order. I
must obey him. I tried to look on the bright side. If
he wanted me to help him to pass, we wouldn't be having
sex. After all, how can I help him study if we are
having sex???
-= CHAPTER 8 =-
I was waiting in the booth at three as I was told. I
was beginning to wonder how Randy expected me to help
him pass his class. I mean he was a senior, and I was
only a freshman. All his classes were at least two
years ahead of me.
He got to the booth right at three. I had expected him
to tell me to get undressed. I figured he would want to
use me before we began to study. To my surprise, he
told me to follow him. He lead me through the halls to
Mr. Anderson's room.
Mr. Anderson was a teacher who taught freshmen through
senior English. I had thought him to be the best
teacher I ever had. He was funny and bright, and made
me really want to learn.
I tried harder in his class than in any other.
As Randy and I entered the room, I could see a few
things had changed since my last class with Mr.
Anderson this afternoon. His desk had been cleared
away, and a sheet had been placed over the top of it.
As I entered the room, a really bad feeling came over
me.
I didn't know why, but that sheet looked rather ominous
to me.
I saw Mr. Anderson sitting behind his desk looking out
the window. As Randy shut the door, he turned to face
us. He gave me a glance, then turned to Randy saying,
"Does she know what is going on?"
"Not really Mr. Anderson, but she will. Just so's we
have an understanding, if Cindy here does whatever you
want, you'll give me a passing grade, right?"
"I don't normally allow students to do extra credit in
my class, but in this case," he turns to look me over,
"I'll make an exception."
I can't believe what I'm hearing! Randy is going to use
my body to get a better grade... I felt humiliated.
"Randy, when don't you leave Cindy and I alone now. We
need to discuss your grades."
Randy turned to leave, and I ran to catch him. "Randy,
you can't leave me alone with him, please stay. I'm
afraid he might try something."
"He is going to more than try something, he is going to
do. What's more, you are going to let him do it.
Otherwise, I start making copies of the video tape...
I'm sure it'll be a hit here at school."
With that he turned and left. I slowly entered the room
where Mr. Anderson was waiting.
"Come in Cindy, we have much to discuss. Be a dear, and
lock the door before you come over." I turned and
locked the door. I didn't want to face him, so I stood
at the door and silently wished him away.
"Please come to the front of the room," he said.
I turned to face him. His desk is at the far end of the
room, away from the door. All the student desks were
between the door and his desk. Just that very afternoon
I had been thinking to myself how small the classroom
was. Now it seemed like there was an entire continent
between me and Mr. Anderson's desk. The longest walk of
my life was across that room. I didn't think I would
ever get to his desk.
I stood in front of the desk wondering what would
happen next.
"Do you know why you are here, Cindy," he asked.
I know what Randy expected me to do, and I guessed it
was a lot like what Mr. Anderson wanted. I steeled my
nerves for what was to come. Even with that mental
preparation, I still was not able to answer without
closing my eyes. I wasn't able to give a verbal answer,
so I just nodded my head.
"Good, then there won't be any surprises here for you.
How old are you, Cindy?"
"I-I..." my vocal cords didn't want to form the words.
My mind was thinking of what I would be made to do. I
stopped trying to form a sentence, "f-fourteen. I mean
fifteen. I just turned fifteen." It seemed odd that at
this point in time I was more worried about getting my
age right than I was worried. But this passed after I
had spoken.
"Well you look fine for your age," Mr. Anderson Got up
out of his chair and walked over to me. I started to
turn to face him, but he told me to keep facing
forward. I turned back to face the window.
"You know I've been watching you in my class, Cindy. I
see you sitting in your desk trying so hard to impress
me with your school work. The whole time I kept
noticing your young little body, with your tits sitting
provocatively over your desk. I would look to see if
they would brush the top of your desk when you were
writing. I would wonder what you felt as the cold desk
top came in contact with the warm breast." He was now
behind me where I couldn't see him.
I felt something brush my hair. I wasn't expecting it,
and was on edge to begin with, so I instinctively
pulled away.
"You aren't afraid of me, are you Cindy?"
I said no very weakly. It wasn't the truth, but if it's
one thing that I learned from Randy, it was that there
were times when what you felt didn't matter. At those
times, you are expected to give the answers that they
want to hear. I knew this was one of those times.
"Good, I don't want you to be afraid of me. I am your
friend."
Inside, I was terrified of him, but he didn't want to
hear that. I felt him brush my hair again. I was more
prepared this time. I still flinched at the touch, but
I didn't pull away.
"There that isn't so bad, now is it Cindy?" I didn't
like the way he was saying my name. Whenever he said
it, he made it sound like a dirty word. He returned to
his desk, and sat down into his chair.
"Enough small talk, Cindy. I want you to do whatever I
tell you to do, and I don't want to hear any arguments.
Let's start off by you coming behind my desk."
I walked over to his chair.
"Now turn your back to me."
I turned to face away from him. The next thing I felt
was him grabbing my shirt tucked into my skirt at the
base of the two sides, and begin to pull it out from my
skirt. I felt my whole body go tense. Up to now what
was going to happen was just an abstract concept,
something that would happen later, in the future. Now
it was happening, there was no denying it anymore.
Memories of the barn returned, with the repeated sexual
performances I was forced to do. I remembered that the
only way I got through that night was by removing
myself from my body. I was still there, but somehow it
wasn't really me with the guy's, it was someone else,
and I was only a spectator. I decided that if I did the
same thing now, this would some how go easier for me.
I felt his hands slide under my shirt, softly traveling
up my back. Normally I am very ticklish, but I had
already detached myself from my nerve endings. Sure I
felt it, and it did make my skin tingle, but I wasn't a
part of it.
The hooks on my bra were released. I knew this because
I felt a ease of pressure on my breasts. Then the hands
moved from my back softly easing their way towards my
breasts. I watched the door in front of me, knowing
that all I had to do was get on the other side of it to
freedom. Then all this would go away. Only Randy had
the video. So instead of going out that door, I moved
my arms away from the side of my body.
It was simple really, it was like watching a movie. I
was just an actress playing a part. No big deal.
The hands were around my breasts now. There fondled
them in a way that I'm sure that I would have enjoyed,
had I not been just an actress performing my role.
I barely made out the order from my director that I
should unbutton my top while my co-star continued with
the love scene. I undid my buttons with an ease that
only confident actresses could do. I even adlibed by
removing it completely. My bra was removed from me, by
the disembodied hands around my breasts.
I was turned around to face Mr. Anderson. He continued
to rub my chest. I'm not sure, but I think he even
sucked them once.
I knew that the next thing to go would be the skirt. I
almost didn't notice the zipper on the side coming
done. Next went the catch, and then the last piece of
clothing aside from my shoes and socks were removed. I
must explain that for you who are reading my journal.
When Randy first started using me, he told me never to
wear panties. He said they were only in the way for
him. So I stopped wearing them. I forgot once, and wore
a pair.
Randy hit me really hard telling me never to do it
again.
I haven't worn panties since that day.
So there I stood in front of Mr. Anderson, naked to his
touch. I was told to kneel. He stood.
He instructed me on what he wanted from me. I was to
undo his pants, and remove his.. (how did he put it?!?
Oh yeah) To remove his "Tool". I knew what he meant, so
I did it. I was to then suck on him.
He was bigger than Randy, but then I noticed that most
of the guys at the barn were to. I did as I was
instructed.
While I sucked on him, he talked about how often he had
dreamed of me doing this to him in this very room. He
said he would fantasize about my "Full lips" wrapped
around his "Cock" as he would give his lecture for the
day.
He then started to teach, like it was class time. He
was talking about passive and active verbs while I
sucked on him. He paused only to tell me to get up on
the desk and lay down.
He resumed his lecture as he pushed his penis inside
me. This time he was talking about split infinities. He
had such a crazed look in his eye that I couldn't watch
him any more, so I turned away and closed my eyes. I
wasn't able to reconcile in my mind the Mr. Anderson
that taught me English, and this Mr. Anderson who was
having sex with me.
--==<< Author's note: This is the scene from the
picture, so look at the picture now if you haven't
already >>==--
I noticed that he stopped lecturing now. Just like
Randy, there was the urgency in his thrusts, and the
shallowness of breathe. I knew Mr. Anderson was almost
done.
With a final grunt, he pulled himself out, and used his
hand to pull his stuff out. He aimed the juice at my
crotch, and it shot out into my hair. Just then, a
breeze came through the open window. The sweat on my
chest from Mr. Anderson caused goose bumps to form on
my body. Mr. Anderson put his penis back in me, and
rubbed his juice around on my pubic hair.
When he went soft, he dressed himself, and told my the
lesson was over, and that I could go now.
I was never able to like Mr. Anderson again.
-= CHAPTER 9 =-
After I left Mr. Anderson's office, I had to walk home.
I ended up missing the last bus by an hour. I spent the
rest of the week unable to do anything in Mr.
Anderson's class but look at his desk, remembering what
he did to me. If I were able to, I would have dropped
his class, but I wasn't able to.
It was Thursday before Randy came to the soundproof
booth. Without a word, he took my clothes off me, had
sex, and left. It wasn't until I had gotten to my next
class that I realized that he had not even tried to
thank me for what I did to help his grades.
On Friday, Randy did his usual quick job, then told me
to meet him on Saturday in the woods where I had beaten
my sister. I didn't know why he wanted me there, but
there was no way I could refuse.
**
I arrived at the appointed time on Saturday. I didn't
have to wait long before Randy got there. He led me to
a place I had never seen before. There was a bunch of
tall rocks everywhere. Randy led me to a tree just
outside of the clearing. He tied me to the tree, and
put a ball with a rope on it in my mouth so I couldn't
scream. I shuddered a little when I remembered it was
just such a ball that my sister had in her mouth that
day. So was it my turn, was this my day to be beaten?
I was surprised that he had left me dressed, but I had
given up trying to figure out how his mind worked. He
spent most of the time hardly even noticing that I
exist, yet he took great pleasure in making me suffer.
I noticed that my view of the clearing was only
slightly obstructed by two rocks on either side of me,
and some thin foliage. If you weren't looking for me,
you would never see me.
Randy went back into the clearing and waited. It wasn't
long before some guys showed up. Was this going to be
like the barn? Was I going to have to have sex with all
these guys again? Well I wasn't very worried, it wasn't
the first time, and I had been wondering if Randy was
ever going to make me do it again. I guess I had my
answer now.
It was about fifteen minutes before it seemed like
everyone arrived. There were ten guys that I could see,
all ranging in age from thirteen to seventeen. They
were all guys I knew from school. At this time I would
know every one who was there.
Randy turned to one of the guys and said, "Ok, it's
time, go get her."
I watched the guy walk off into the woods. I closed my
eyes and hoped that he wouldn't find me.
It was a few minutes later that I heard the guy say,
"Here she is."
What did he mean, I was still here. How could he be
saying I was there? I opened my eyes to look and see
what was going on.
There was another girl in the clearing. Well, not
really a girl, it was a woman. Even though she was
turned away from me, I knew she was at least thirty.
When she did turn a little, I knew exactly how old she
was. She was thirty-two, married, and had two children,
me and my sister.
The lady in the clearing was my mother!
Why was she there? She was supposed to have a doctor's
appointment today. It was in just a few minutes, what
was she doing here? Had she heard what was happening to
me somehow, and decided to put an end to my suffering?
Was my torment finally at an end after all this time?
Randy spoke, "You know why we are all here?"
Mom nodded her head. I expected her to begin yelling at
him.
"You know what is going to happen to you?" Randy asked.
Mom nodded again.
Why was she nodding? She should have started yelling by
now.
"Do you agree to do as we say of your own free will?"
Randy asked.
"Y-you promise not to show my husband the pictures of
me and the gardener?" mom asked.
What pictures? I knew about mom and the gardener ever
since the night in the barn when he told me about it.
"That depends on how agreeable you are to our demands,"
Randy replied.
"Ok, do what you want, but so help me, this is the only
time, or I call the cops. You understand? This is the
it, no more," I heard mom say.
"Agreed," Randy said as he approached her.
He touched my mother's cheek. She cringed at the touch,
but she didn't back away.
Randy moved his hand down her cheek, past her neck, and
let his hand come to rest on her breast. It was only
the back of his hand, but her was moving it up and down
over her clothing. I could see the distaste in my
mother's eyes at this first indignity.
Randy wasn't looking at mom's chest while he rubbed. He
was looking into her eyes. It was almost as if her
suffering gave him strength. He seemed to draw his
courage from her inability to stop what was happening
to her, no matter how much she disliked it.
Was this Randy's secret? Could it be that he enjoyed
the power of being able to make other people suffer? Is
that why I was here, to see what he was doing to mom so
I could share in her suffering? I wanted to call out to
her, but the ballgag in my mouth prevented anything my
than a whimper getting out.
Randy was very slow and methodical about removing her
shirt. Mom was wearing a black lace bra. She filled it
well, certainly better than I ever hoped to fill one.
Randy then turned mom to face me as he stepped behind
her. I saw him remove her bra. Her breasts were still
fairly firm and pert. She was young for a mother of
teenage daughters. My sister and I had figured out long
ago that mom had only been seventeen when I was born.
She had to have been sixteen when she got pregnant. Dad
was forced to marry her after that.
Mom had her eyes closed, so she would not be able to
see me, but Randy was looking right at me as he reached
from behind mom and grabbed both her breasts. Her
squeezed them hard, as the message he was sending me
suddenly became clear to me. If he could get my mother
to do what he wanted, I had no chance at all.
Randy unzipped her pants from behind. I then knew that
this show was all for me. Randy was taking great pride
in knowing I was watching him force my mother to do the
same things he forced me to do.
Once her zipper was down, he slipped his hands down the
front of her pants. Mom grimaced as his hands went
down. Randy then removed his hands and told mom to take
off the rest of her clothes. Mom didn't even hesitate,
she slide out of her jeans with an ease and grace that
surprised me. I always felt clumsy when I took mine
off, yet mom looked good doing it.
Then my naked mother was told to lie on the ground.
Randy told her to look up at him, so she opened her
eyes. Randy wanted to make sure she watched him undo
his zipper. He liked watching her discomfort of having
to watch him pull out the very thing she was dreading
most.
As I knew he would from experience, Randy was very slow
in releasing his zipper. He looked into mom's eyes the
whole time. Mom's eyes were glued on his crotch. Her
eyes were big in terror.
Finally, Randy had pulled himself out of his pants. He,
as was his standard practice, skipped foreplay and went
right to the sex part.
I asked him once why he never wanted to mess around
before having sex. He told me that he wasn't interested
in me for the foreplay, he was just there for the sex.
Now watching him with mom, it dawned on me that it
wasn't so much that as something else. When Randy was
with me, he liked being in total control. Now with mom,
he was in total control again. In his mind, foreplay
was something to do to keep the girl interested in the
sex. He didn't need to do anything else if he was truly
in control. So foreplay was out.
He finished with mom quickly. She had only been
incidental to making me suffer. She was only a tool to
him to use against me. Having sex with her was only a
bonus.
Randy stood and told the guy as he zipped himself up to
have their fill of her. I saw the first guy, a thirteen
year old freshman from school walk up to mom. She
didn't protest, she only waited patiently for him to
get undressed.
While he was getting undressed, Randy went behind the
rocks to where I was at.
As the thirteen year old was mounting my mother, Randy
asked me how I was enjoying the show. I shook my head
as my way of showing my dislike for the whole show. He
didn't seem to care. He was standing behind the tree
and fondling my breasts, as he watched the thirteen
year old finish with my mother, and was replaced by a
new guy, while a different one wanted a blowjob.
To my horror, mom actually started acting like she was
beginning to enjoy all this. I never enjoyed what I was
made to do, I treated it more like a job that I had to
do. Pleasure had never entered my mind at those times.
Randy had by now ripped the buttons off my shirt, and
torn my bra open. He was being very rough with my bare
breasts. the whole time he was talking about how much
she was enjoying it.
By now, mom had been with several guys, and the sperm
had gotten on many places on her body because some of
the guys liked to pull out. These spots where she had
been sprayed were quite visible to me because the dust
and dirt in the air had settled in on these spots
making them very dark.
Finally the last guy was finishing up with mom, so
Randy went back to the clearing. He told mother she
could leave, giving her the pictures as he had been
promised.
Mom left, and was followed shortly by the rest of the
guys.
He went back to me, and looked at his watch.
"We have time before the rest of the entertainment
arrives, so I'm going to get lunch. You stay here, I'll
be back."
What did he mean by the rest of the entertainment?
THE END for now...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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