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Taken
by Paul Colbenson (no address provided)
***
A freshman girl doesn't want to lose her senior
boyfriend and is willing to do just about anything to
keep him. It turns out that she may have made a
mistake. (MMM-teens/Ff, nc, rp, v, bd, tor, blkmail)
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-= Chapter 1 =-
It was Friday morning when my story 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 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. I had never even kissed a guy before.
"You have to give me time," I told him, "You forget,
you may be a senior, but I am 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 stuff yet."
"Listen, Cindy, this is not the place to talk. If you
want to talk, 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 am 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 what he thought.
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 do what I want you
to."
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 breast over my clothes. I
didn't mind so much that he was touching me there, as
much as the fact 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
pulled my hand off his. 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 rip off. I was exposed.
I pushed on him hard, trying to push him onto the
floor. He wouldn't budge. He went back to squeezing my
breast over my bra. They were very tender now. Randy
pulled the top of my bra down. I was screaming for him
to stop. He wasn't listening. Finally I bite him.
He jumped up and started slapping me in the face
repeatedly.
He was enraged. He yelled, "DON'T... YOU... EVER...
BITE... ME... AGAIN... YOU... FUCKING... BITCH!" Each
word accompanied a blow to my face. When he finished,
he took a deep breath. I sat 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."
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.
He grabbed me and pulled me onto the floor. As I
turned to get back on the bed, he grabbed the back of
my shirt, and ripped my shirt and bra off in one pull.
He got between me and the bed, and slapped me hard. I
fell to the floor crying. He told me to get up. I
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.
I knew then that he planned to have sex with me. Ever
since I was a little girl, I had always wondered what
my first time would be like. I had many visions of
romance 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 wall so hard, I began to black out. I fought off
the approaching darkness with some success. In the
years that followed, I would often wonder if I had let
the darkness take me if Randy would have left me
alone.
He again told me to take off my pants. I undid my
zipper, and pulled them 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 stop him. The knife was so cold, and all I
could picture was him stabbing me with it.
He 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. I pulled my legs in tighter to my body in my
little ball that I now formed. He grabbed my ankles
and jerked on them pulling me to the end of the bed.
He pushed me back onto the bed so that I was lying
down.
He climbed on top of me. I held my legs together very
tightly. He put the knife to my throat and told me to
open my legs. I could feel the tears roll hotly down
the sides of my face leaving a cold trail.
As I released my legs, I spoke. "P-Please don't get me
pregnant."
He laughed and said, "What the fuck do I care what you
get." He then put his penis into the opening between
my legs. I knew what was about to come 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 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. It is 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 said, "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 =-
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 ask him.
"Well that depends on how nice you are to me," he says
as he shuts and locks the door. I had never noticed
before just how secluded I was in this booth. 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 asked in an
unconvincing voice. He didn't even both to answer.
He stopped right in 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 will 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 laid 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, laying 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 can undone, Randy took the picture just as I was
pulling the two sides way. 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 lay 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, you 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 nurses
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 through 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. Well, not quite, "Because I
can. Now take off your fucking clothes, I don't want
to take all day to shoot my wad," was more the whole.
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
feeling 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 I 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
friend's where I promised them that you would
entertain each and every one of them."
"Wh... 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 every one
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 willing 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 affect 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 lay 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 lay 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 too familiar feel of Randy's sperm
dripping down my legs.
"If we are going to keep doing this, 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 hear 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 meantime, 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.. La...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 its 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 hear. 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 threw me), and partially on my breasts.
He turned to go back into the darkness, but before he
went, he turned and said "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 slut. Each
time it grew louder and louder, until it's roar
drowned out everything else in the room. Slut...
SLUT... < SLUT >... << SLUT >>... --==<< SLUT >>==--
...
The night wore on. I have vague memories of the geek
from my home etc. 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 nowhere 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 its way in. If it began to hurt too 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 too 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 beat?
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 too
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 nowhere 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
be 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 no 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 day.
The doctors said that the wounds were not as bad as
they looked, and that with time she would heal without
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 every day 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 lay 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 top 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 girls 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 are 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 somehow
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 adlibbed 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 anymore, 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.
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 me 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 everyone 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 ball-gag 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 lay 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?
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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