Archive-name: Violent/taken4.txt Archive-author: Paul Colbenson Archive-title: Taken - 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 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... --