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Taken
by Paul Colbenson
So It was a 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 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. 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
laying 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. "Ple... 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.
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 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 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 knew.
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 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...
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
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 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 friends where I promised them that you would entertain
each and everyone 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 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 willing fuck them all tonight." I nodded,
even as the tears were forming.
"Say it, I want to hear you say it."
"I wi.. 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... fu.. 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 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 to 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 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.. 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 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...
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