Archive-name: Violent/taken6.txt Archive-author: Paul Colbenson Archive-title: Taken - 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 to tempting to pass up. Now I was more trapped than ever. Randy had not yet finished when Stacey came around. She too had been blindfolded, so mercifully she did not know it was me who had beaten her. She was sobbing with pain. This sound only made Randy pound my hips even harder. He finally finished. He grabbed my clothes and blindfolded me again. He led me down a path, and then just left me. I took off my blindfold. I was back in the place I had met Randy at. He was no where to be seen. I dressed, and went looking for Stacey. I never found her. By the time I got home, I was very late. The house was empty, and there was no note telling me where everyone had gone. I went upstairs and took a shower. Around 10:30, mom & dad came home. Mom was crying. She told me that Stacey had been snatched on her way home from school, taken somewhere and beaten. She had not 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... --