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Betty, more education
(chap 5)
Rob was a bit ambivalent about butt-fucking Betty.
He enjoyed it, but she was his sister and... well,
there are taboos. Several days went by without her
coming to him, and he didn't think he should push
things. The weather was changing, with several
days of rain, so Betty wasn't tanning every day, and
she wouldn't be cleaning out her rectum with the
garden hose, he supposed. His bathroom had only a
shower, no tub. He modified the shower by
removing the shower head and replacing it with a
six-foot hose which had a plastic shower head. It
didn't cost much, compared with the fancy showers
like "Water-Pic."
Finally, one dreary day, when their mother was at
work, Betty appeared at his bedroom door. "Rob,
she said, "I've been neglecting you, haven't I?"
"Well, yes. I was concerned about you. You need
me to help you have an orgasm? It has been a while,
hasn't it?"
Betty would never tell him about Robert, and she
wasn't sure her bottom was presentable yet. "I'm
afraid I'm full of shit. I don't want to gross you out,
if you do it to be in the back door." He led her to
his bathroom and showed her how he could
unscrew the plastic shower head and hold the hose
against her anus. Of course, she was dressed. "I
don't think so, today, Rob. Would you like me to
use my mouth?" Rob thought that was a great idea,
so she did. Of course, she didn't have her orgasm,
but it pleased her to swallow Rob's cum; it pleased
her to please him.
School was approaching, and the next Monday her
mother took Betty to the mall to buy school things.
They had a list the school had sent: back pack,
notebooks, pencils and pens, calculator, gym
uniform, and athletic shoes. Most of the items were
easily bought at Wal-Mart, but they had to go to the
mall, to a particular store, for the gym uniform.
For gym class, Betty would wear blue shorts and a
white tee-shirt with a blue numbers, 37, front and
back. The store gave out numbers on a first come,
first served basis. Two weeks ago, it would have
broken their budget to buy all that stuff, but, post-
Robert, her mother paid cash with a smile. Then
they shopped at the Gap and Parisian and places
like that, where Betty had not been able to afford to
shop previously. She saw one of the cheerleaders
there, but they didn't speak. Betty got socks,
panties, and some new bras, bigger than last year's,
and some falsies and pads to go into them, "so I'll
have room to grow." Her mother smiled
approvingly, saying her little girl was growing up.
Betty's mom was asleep when, at 6:38, the big
yellow bus went past on the gravel road, to pick up
the four Simpson sisters, then John and Alice
Granger, and Richard. A lot of the people who
lived up the road didn't have school age children.
Rob and Betty got on at 7:04, then Todd, Jimmy,
and the rest of the students on school bus route 23.
Rob and Betty sat together, with Richard and Todd
right behind.
The big central school was miles away, in
Cressville. There was a welcome back assembly at
8:10, and then they went to their assigned classes;
their schedules had been sent with the list of school
supplies. Betty had a locker in the hall, for books,
and another in the girl's locker room, for clothes.
Physical Education, on Betty's schedule, was the
last class in afternoon, alternating with study hall.
She would have to shower quickly or miss her bus.
Because of Title 9, the federal non-discrimination
law, the administration had decided all Phys. Ed.
Classes must be co-ed, except for varsity sports.
P.E. was all non-contact games and aerobic
exercises. They couldn't even play dodge ball.
Since a lot of boys were going out for basketball or
football, there were more girls than boys in her
class, and the boys tended to be the wimps and
nerds. An exception was Devon, a six-foot-two
black boy who was new to the school this year.
When they were jogging some "cooling off" laps,
Devon came up alongside and introduced himself.
Betty smiled and told him her name. "Why aren't
you going out for football or basketball?" she said,
trying to continue the conversation.
"Ah, uh, I have a medical condition, just temporary.
I can't try out for the teams until I can pass the
physical exam." It was a lie. The coaches wouldn't
take him, given his record as a "disruptive
influence" at his last school, and he was pretty sure
they would want him to take a drug test, bad news.
"Hey, I'll see ya around," he said, patting her ass
and sprinting on ahead.
In the shower, one of the girls Betty didn't know
told her to stay away from Devon. "He's gonna be
mine."
"You can have him. I don't care for boys who pat
my ass as soon as I meet them."
Betty saw Devon watching her as she got on the
school bus to go home.
The next day, Devon said, "Betty, I really do like
blondes. Would you like to go for a ride with me in
my Pontiac GTO?"
"No, thank you, Devon."
Richard got permission to drive to school, instead
of taking the bus, and Rob and Betty got a letter
from their mother giving them permission to ride
with Richard. Betty much preferred that, if only
because she didn't have to confront Devon at the
school bus.
Each day for the rest of the week, Devon found
Betty and asked her out. Each day she refused. She
did go out with Todd, sort of, Friday night. Richard
drove, and Rob came along, and it wouldn't have
qualified as a real date. The boys were perfect
gentlemen. "Are you interested in that Devon
guy?"
"No."
Mariza said you are always talking to him, and if
you date him, she'll make you pay."
"I don't know who Mariza is, but I don't plan on
dating Devon."
Saturday, after her mother left for work, it was
warm, and Betty went out back to work on her tan
lines. Rob had gone off with Richard to visit with
Todd. They were going back to Richard's when
Todd asked, "What's that GTO doing parked in
your driveway?"
"Stop the car! Betty's alone at home." The three
boys piled out of the car and jogged toward the
trailer.
As Rob passed the end of the trailer, he distinctly
heard, "NO! Get off me! Let me go!" He ran
toward the bushes, following the garden hose.
There was a shriek. "Get off of me, you stupid
pervert!" Rob saw his sister sprawled in the grass,
on her back, utterly naked, with big, black Devon
on top of her. His arms pinned hers, and his legs
were between her legs, forcing them apart, like a
frog pinned in a dissecting pan for Biology class.
Betty shrieked again, just as Rob's shoe connected
with Devon's balls. It wasn't a good connection, as
Devon's jeans were bunched up around his ass, but
it got his attention. He pulled his big dick out of
Betty and stood to face his attackers. The three
boys tried to get some punches in, but Devon was
taller and heavier and an experienced fighter, so
three on one was not a decisive battle. Betty, stark
naked, scrambled up and grabbed the hose.
Swinging it like a whip, she aimed at Devon's head.
The brass nozzle whipped around his cheek and
split his lip, knocking out a tooth as well. Devon
stepped back and pulled up his jeans. Betty let him
have it again, bruising his cheek. Devon sprinted
for his car, and the boys followed. As the GTO
turned onto the road, Rob threw a brick from the
border of the flowers around the mail box, and the
rear window of the Pontiac, tempered glass,
collapsed in thousands of bits of glass.
Betty ran to Rob's bathroom and used the hose to
flush out her vagina. She had never done that
before, but she didn't want any of Devon's sperm in
her. She didn't think he had ejaculated yet, but
she'd heard that you could get pregnant from pre-
cum. Then she took a hot shower.
"You all right, Betty?" called Rob through the door.
"Yes, I'll be alright. I'm taking a shower. Why
don't you guys go outside?" When she was done,
she wrapped a towel around herself and went to her
room to dress.
When she came outside, Rob and the boys were
there. "Should we call the police? We could use
Richard's phone."
"No, I'll be alright. Even if we called the police,
it's just my word against his. And let's not tell
Mom. She'd only get upset."
"Betty, I don't think you should be alone. Stick
with us, and let us know if you so much as see
Devon."
On Monday, Rob was called to the principal's
office. "Rob," he said, "you are being suspended
from school, indefinitely. You'll have to go with
this policeman."
"Why? What am I supposed to have done?"
"You and two others are accused of assaulting
Devon. Since he's black, and you are white, it's
considered to be a hate crime. Who were the other
two boys?"
"That's bullshit. If you don't know, I'm not telling
you. I deny that I assaulted Devon. It's his word
against mine."
"If you are going to be that way," said the
policeman, "we'll get some hard evidence. Where
do you live?"
Rob showed the policeman how to get there. The
cop walked up and down the road by the driveway
and finally stopped, looking at some shards of glass.
"He says he was parked by the side of the road
when you came up and threw a brick through his
back window. Was he parked across your
driveway?"
"No, he was peeling out of the driveway as fast as
he could."
"When you threw the brick?"
"Yeah."
"Why was he leaving in a hurry, and why did you
throw the brick?"
"He raped my sister."
"Why didn't you phone 911?"
"We don't have a phone. I was just concerned with
getting him off my sister."
"How did you know it was rape?"
"She was screaming, OK? She was yelling for him
to get off her."
"And where did this alleged rape occur?" Rob took
him out back. The rumpled towel was still there,
and the grass still bore signs of trampling. The
policeman found the thong, torn. "This your
sister's?"
"Yeah, she wears it to sunbathe, so she won't have
tan lines that show."
The policeman looked around some more, and
found a tooth. "He says you hit him with something
and knocked out his tooth. He sure wasn't in the
road when you did that."
"It was Betty. She hit him with the hose nozzle."
The policeman noted the hose lying there, looked
for blood on the nozzle, saw none. Well, I think
you had better come with me down to the station
and make a statement, and we'll have to talk to
your sister." Richard, Todd, and Betty drove down
to the station after school, and they all made
statements. Rob was still suspended for the rest of
the week, because the principal couldn't get it
through his head that Rob was not at fault. Devon
didn't return to school, either.
Betty didn't want it known around school that she
had been raped, and as far as she knew, no one else
knew. Until Friday. Mariza and her friends
cornered Betty in the shower, after gym class.
Quickly, they gagged her and tied her hands behind
her back. Then they stuffed her into a burlap sack
and carried her out to a car.
When they took the bag off, Betty found herself
somewhere in the woods, near a river. Mariza was
there with three friends, who all wore masks, paper
bags with eye holes in them. "You crazy slut, you
seduced my boy friend and then accused him of
rape. Well, you are going to pay for that."
Betty was still gagged, and she couldn't do much
more than grunt in protest. They tied a rope to
Betty's bound wrists and threw it over a tree
branch. They pulled on it until Betty's arms were
pulled painfully up behind her, and she was on tip-
toe. The pain got worse when the girls spread her
legs and taped her ankles to a long stick to keep her
legs spread. One of the girls tied a blindfold over
Betty's eyes. "That way she won't see us. These
masks are a pain. Hey, Betty, we aren't going to
kill you, or even do any damage that will show, but
you won't mess with another girl's guy again."
Someone tied a string tightly around each nipple,
and they hung some sort of heavy weight on each
string, so Betty's little breasts were stretched
downward into cones. It hurt, especially when they
set the set the weights swinging. Betty heard
someone shucking an ear of corn, and the knobby
ear was shoved slowly into her vagina. They
shoved another through her anus, stretching her
painfully until the muscles closed down around the
green leaves of the husk, which hung out of her like
a tail. All Betty could do was make moaning
noises, which the girls seemed to enjoy. Betty's
blonde hair hung down, and someone pulled it. "I'd
cut your hair," she heard Mariza say, "but then
people would know. You aren't going to tell
anyone, not even your mother, because if you do, at
least some of us will find you and really make you
pay." Someone worked the corn cop in Betty's
vagina in and out and around and around. "Next
time, you get fucked with a red hot iron. Got that,
bitch?" Betty nodded.
She felt needles being pushed into her taut breasts,
one in each. Then she heard the flick of a Bic, and
the heat of a flame which heated the needles until
they burned. Betty screamed though her gag, but
the girls laughed. They pulled the needles out of
Betty's breasts and inserted them, one each side, in
her labia majora, which were spread by the ear of
corn in her vagina. Again the flame was applied,
and not only were Betty's labia burned, but her
pubic hair was systematically singed off. Betty
wondered if she could stand any more pain.
Someone took a stick or narrow board and started
to beat Betty's bottom. They drove the needles
deeply into her labia, bruised her buttocks, and
pounded against the two corn cobs. To Betty's
surprise, when they pounded on the cob in her anus,
she had an orgasm, much as she had when Robert
had beaten her with the dildo in her ass, and the
orgasm relaxed her considerably.
She felt them remove the strings from her nipples
and the needles from her labia and then the two ears
of corn. They cut the rope which held her arms
aloft and passed the end between her legs, pulling it
tight so she was bent backward with the rope
separating her outer labia and mashing the inner
labia. When they let go, Betty could not move her
feet to catch her balance, and she fell backward into
the leaves of the woods. The girls took mud from
the river and smeared it all over Betty, in her hair,
over her breasts, rubbing it in, over her belly and
crotch and legs. Someone cut the tape on the stick
which held her legs apart, and they put her on her
feet. She felt the burlap bag drawn down over her
head. They had made a slit in the bottom, so her
head could come through, and the bag covered her
like a mini-dress, barely covering her mud caked,
hairless, vulva. They removed the gag. Her wrists
were still tied, and her arms were inside the bag, but
at least she could stand on her feet.
"Well, Betty," said Mariza, "it's Friday night. You
have all weekend to find your way home. At least
you have something to wear. We wouldn't leave
you naked. Some one might see you and take
advantage of you, rape you." She laughed. "Now,
we're leaving. Count to five hundred before you
move. If we see you move too soon, we'll come
back and use a few more hot needles. Got that?
When you do get home, don't tell anyone what
happened." Betty nodded.
When she judged that her assailants were far
enough away, Betty carefully moved around until
she found a tree trunk. She rubbed herself against it
until her blindfold slipped loose and hung around
her neck. At least she could see. It was not yet
dark. She had no idea where she was, but she
figured that if she followed the river she would
come to a road or something. Carefully, for she
was barefoot and did not have the use of her arms if
she slipped, she went down to the river and waded
into the shallow water. She worried that she might
step on a sharp stick or something, but she squatted
in the water and swished around, until most of the
mud below her waist was washed off. The pain-
deadening effect of the orgasm had long since
faded, so she was very aware of her abused
openings, her sore nipples, the burns on her now
hairless pubic area. Carefully, she waded
downstream in the muddy water, until she came to a
highway bridge. It took a long time to get up the
embankment to the road. By then it was dark.
A truck passed, and later a car. They paid no
attention to her, as she walked, barefoot, along the
edge of the road. Then a car approached from
behind and slowed. She turned to face it, like a
deer caught in headlights, and red and blue flashing
lights came on. It was a police car. "Is your name
Betty?"
"Yes."
"Where have you been? How did you get here?"
The policeman untied her wrists. He had to lift the
sack to get at them, so he saw her bare ass, but she
wasn't modest at a time like that. She got into the
police car while he radioed the police dispatcher
that he had found Betty. The she had to tell him
about Mariza and the girls in the shower and that
they had taken her to the woods. She didn't go into
details, about being raped with corn cobs and
having her pubic hair burned off. "Are you sure
you are alright, not hurt? I can take you directly to
the hospital."
"I'd rather go home. How is it you knew my
name?" He told her that the boy she rode with got
worried when she was late and went to the
principal's office. The vice-principal checked the
girls' locker room and said she wasn't there, but
later the janitor found Betty's street clothes and
gym uniform, the shirt with 37 on it, in a waste
container. She wouldn't go home naked, so it
became a missing persons case. All the patrol cars
in a three-county area were supposed to be on the
lookout.
Betty's mother, of course, never knew that Betty
didn't come home as usual. Betty got cleaned up,
while Rob fried some eggs for her to eat. She had
to tell him what happened, even showed him her
hairless labia, but she asked him not to tell her
mother. Fortunately, her mother had left for work
Saturday, before a woman from the county seat
came to their place and asked endless questions. It
all came out about Devon raping her and then
Devon's girl friend, Mariza, kidnaping her and
raping her with a corn cob. Betty refused to go for
a medical check up or psychological counseling,
saying that she was all right. Finally, the woman
left.
They had some supper, and then Betty said to Rob,
"You know, I really am all right, but I feel I'm a
different person. I've lost my virginity, all three
holes, and God knows how many people have seen
me naked, and my pubic hair is gone. I'm a
different girl."
"Bummer," said Rob.
"Hold me?"
He hugged her, and later she came to his bedroom.
She handed him a bottle of skin care lotion and
said, "They hurt my breasts." She peeled off her
shirt. "Would you make it better, please?" Rob tried
to make her feel better. She wriggled out of her
shorts. "And rub some on my sore pussy, too." She
wasn't really burned, except where the needles had
penetrated. "Mmm, that feels good. Would you
kiss it better?" She reached down to spread her
labia. "Oh, I feel much better now," she cooed, as
she rocked her pelvis against his mouth. "No one
misses a slice off a cut loaf," she whispered to him
as she handed him a condom.
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