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Archive-name: Violent/taken3.txt
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Archive-author: Paul Colbenson
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Archive-title: Taken - 3
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The next day, I tried to avoid the sound proof booth.
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During my lunch break, I went to the auditorium and hid in the
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backstage area. I figured if he couldn't find me, he couldn't do
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anything.
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It was about halfway through the period when I heard the
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doors of the auditorium open. I cringed as I heard the
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unmistakable sound of footsteps. It took a little while, But
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finally I got up the courage to peek out of the curtains. All I
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saw was the janitor. He was removing the trash. I sighed in relief
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that it hadn't been Randy coming to look for me. I watched the
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janitor leave.
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As the doors closed, I turned to go back to my hiding spot.
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Just as I turned, I ran into Randy. I gave a little scream, but he
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placed a hand over my mouth. I doubt if anybody heard me.
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"I told you not to make me come looking for you.", he
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whispered in my ear, "I don't like to be kept waiting for a piece
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of ass." He turned me around to face him.
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He told me to go into the dressing room. I walked towards
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the rooms in the back, my mind racing to find a way to get away
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from Randy. The only way out was through him, there was no way
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out.
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I got into the dressing room and Randy shut the door behind
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him. I went to the far side of the room away from him. He reached
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into his bag, pulling an instant camera from it. He took my
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picture and told me to strip.
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I knew by now that I didn't have much choice in the matter.
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I began undoing the top button, when he took another picture.
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"You aren't planning on taking pictures the whole time, do
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you?", I asked hoping the answer was no.
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"Damn straight I'm going to take pictures."
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"Please don't. I'll do what you want, but no pictures."
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"I told you not to make me come looking for you, and you
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did anyway. Now you are going to be punished."
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I had no choice, I had to do it. I finished undoing my
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shirt. Randy took my picture after each and every button. I undid
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my bra (which undid in the front). As it can undone, Randy took
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the picture just as I was pulling the two sides way. He now had a
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picture of my breasts.
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I kicked off my shoes
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"Hurry up.", Randy said, "I don't have all day, I have
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classes later. If you don't hurry, I won't have time to fuck you,
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then I would be REALLY upset."
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I hurried through taking my pants off. each step of the
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undressing process was photographed, until was naked.
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I stood there not knowing what he wanted me to do next. He
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undid his zipper, and I started to lay down so he could do what he
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wanted. I figured if I just let him get it over with, he would
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leave me alone.
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I had gotten to my knees, before he told me to stop. He
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walked over to me and put his thing in my face. I turned my face
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away, because I didn't want that thing touching my face.
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Randy grabbed the back of my hair, and forced my face into
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his crotch. I tried to fight to pull my face away, but Randy
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slapped my face while holding my hair.
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"Open your fucking mouth bitch!"
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"Please Randy, no.", I plead. All it gets me in another
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slap in the face. By now the tears from my eyes are trickling down
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my burning cheeks. This causes a tingling trail along the path
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that they take.
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I open My mouth like Randy told me to, not really knowing
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why he wanted me to do this. I found out soon enough, as he
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stuffed his penis in my mouth. I gagged, and tried to force it out
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of my mouth, only Randy's grip is too tight, and I can't get away.
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"Suck on it you little whore.", Randy tells me, "Suck on it
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like you would a popsicle, or else I will get very upset with you.
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You wouldn't want to upset me, now would you?" I knew that the
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price of getting Randy upset was pain, so I began to suck on his
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thing.
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He must have liked that, because he began to moan a little.
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Then as he got louder, he began pulling my head into his pelvis.
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It was ok at first, but then he started banging the back of my
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throat with it. I was trying to keep from gagging, when I felt
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this warm liquid fill my throat. I felt like vomiting when I
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realized that he had finished in my mouth.
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I wanted to spit out the disgusting liquid, but Randy
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wouldn't let me go.
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"Swallow it, you cunt. Swallow the whole thing like the
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good little slut that you are."
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It was only with some effort that I was able to get it
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down. Then he pulled back on my hair again until I thought it was
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going to either get pulled out, or bleed.
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"Don't you make me come looking for you again. You will be
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in the sound proof booth from now on, or else this have seemed
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like it was easy."
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Randy then threw me back onto the floor, where I hit my
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head pretty hard, and bruised my hip. I didn't look up at him, but
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I heard him pulling his zipper up.
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"Be in the sound proof booth tomorrow. I don't like to be
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kept waiting. I also hope you haven't forgotten about our little
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date prom night." Just then the first bell rang. "You'd also
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better hurry, you have five minutes to get to class. If you hadn't
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made me come looking for you, I would have been done and gone by
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now."
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I ended up missing my class. I went to the nurses office
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instead. I told the nurse that I didn't feel well, and wanted to
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lie down. I was excused from class, and spent the whole hour
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softly crying to myself wondering why I was being put threw this.
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I don't remember doing anything wrong.
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I also thought to myself that I had to show up at the booth
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from now on. Lord knows what Randy would do if I didn't...
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