An unfinished section from chapter 10 or 11

"Huh? Yeah?" I said, not used to anyone calling me like that at lunch.

"Remember Betty?  The cumoholic?"

"How could I forget.  What about her?"

"Something is going on with her.  She passed out in gym today, and I noticed a couple of days ago that she seemed... sad.  You think you could check her out?"

"I guess so.  You wouldn't happen to know her last name or anything, would you?"

"Kemp.  Betty Kemp."

I had the secretary look her class schedule up while we finished lunch, then went to her fifth hour class to check her out.

Betty didn't look so good.  Not only did she look pale, her eyes had a sad look to them and her movements seemed tired.

As the bell rang and the teach started class, I walked up to her and brushed her cheek with my hand, canceling the ignore commands so she could see and feel me.

She didn't notice my touch however.

"Betty," I said softly, kneeling down next to her. "What's wrong?"

She turned her head to look at me, not registering any kind of surprise at my presense or question.

"Nothing..." she said patheticly.

"Come on," I coaxed.  "You can tell me.  You need to tell someone, and if you tell me, I'll help you anyway I can."

"Please, just leave me alone?"

"Mrs Julius?" I said to the teacher without looking away from Betty's face.  "Betty needs to go to the tutoring room, doesn't she?"

"Yes.  Yes she does.  Betty, please go to the tutor room for the rest of this period," the mid thirties woman said.

"But I...  Yes maam," she said, not having the energy to argue.

We had to rest on the second floor before Betty could climb the steps to the third floor.  When we got to the room, I suggested she lay down on the couch which she did without comment.

I sat down on the edge of the couch and said, "Betty, I know about your lunch time blow jobs, and your brothers, and all that stuff.  Don't worry.  I'm just here to help you, not take advantage of you.  Please tell me what is wrong?"

Betty had panicked a little when I revealed my knowledge of her habbits, but her eyes were having trouble staying open and she almost fell asleep before she could answer.

"Nothing is wrong.."

"Then why have you stopped sucking guys off for two weeks now?"

"I don't want to do that any more."

"Shit," I said when I probed for the reason.  "Shit!"  I exclaimed again when I found out why she was so lifeless.

I was about to speak again after scanning her mind for a while, but she had fallen asleep.

I started building up energy in my mind to send out a modified mental sweep to find the three guys who had made Betty so unhappy.  After releasing the pulse and issueing the commands to have them report to the room, I got up and poured two large glasses of drink.

"Betty," I said softly, rubbing the back of my hand against her cheek.  "Betty, wake up."

"Sorry..." she said.

"That's okay.  Here, drink this.  It will make you feel better."

Without questioning what it was, she drank it down then handed the glass back to me and sighed.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Oh nothing...  It just tasted like... something."

"Oh.  You mean like someone?"

"Huh?  Yeah.  Lance tasted something like that.  How do you know so much about me?"

"Don't worry about the how," I said, helping her to sit up.  "All that matters is I'm going to help you get back to normal."

"Normal?  What do you mean normal?  This is normal for me.  I wasn't normal before..."

"Hey.  You have a genetic disease that is easily countered just by making a few guys very happy in a more or less natural way.  If anything, you're lucky it wasn't something that needed expensive drugs.  You're not a slut or any of those things those ass holes called you, so stop thinking of yourself that way."

"But they were right.  I love sucking their dicks.  I'd rather suck guys off than.. Than... I'd trade all the Christmases in for a day sucking as many dicks as I wanted."

"So...  Why have you stopped?"

"Because....  Because I hate myself..  I hate being the dick sucker I am.  I wanted to show everyone I could stop..  But then my dad told me...  Told me I couldn't stop...  Told me I would die if I stopped..."

Betty had inhereted a rare genetic disease from her mother's side that prevents her from producing a required component to an enzime that keeps the brain active.  The disease is triggered at the beinging of puberty and doesn't go away even after menapause. One of the ingredients in semen contains the same component her body can't produce on it's own, and because the digestive system can easily extract the amino acid required, Betty's maternal family had long accepted the cost of staying alive.

"But you stopped anyway.  Do you want to die?"

"I don't know.." she said.  She had a little color in her cheeks, and I was starting feel the drinks affects a little myself.

"Then why did you stop?"

"Because...  They hurt me.  They said...  I just can't, that's all."

"You know they couldn't possibly follow through on their promise, and I'm going to make sure they don't.  Would you like to know how?"

"Yes.." she said, squirming a little from her increasing arrousal.

"They raped you, then blackmailed you into staying quiet and called you a slut. I'm going to turn the tables on them.  For the next month or two, they are going to be your sluts, and will follow any sexual command you give them, no matter what it is."

"Are you serious?" she said, looking up from my bulge in my pants.

"Very.  Now, before I let your three meal tickets in, how about a little taste of me?"

Her hand moved towards my fly, but stopped half way and retreated.

"You're just like them.  You promise me things you can't give me, then you go and make me do things I don't want to do.  No.  I'm not going to do it."

I smiled and indicated towards the door.  She followed my glance, and gasped when she saw the three guys standing nude with their cocks hard and ready while their eyes stared into space.

Betty sat there for several minutes just staring at the three dicks as they pulsed with their owner's heartbeat.  Her arousal and hunger was barely kept in check by her fear and discust for what they had done to her.  But when I took her hand and laid it on my own pulsing lump, the stalemate was broken and in seconds I had a hungry mouth breathing on my crotch.

I held her at bay for a minute, prolonging the moment as the scent of my dick filled her nostrils and mind, pushing her even deeper into a lustful mindless state.  When the last bit of resistance was overcome by her own desires, I let her loose and smiled as she engulfed my standing member.

The sounds her mouth made sucking my very hard penis inspired me to do the same to her.

(When I came back to continue this part, I guess I decided it was too.. pathetic to bother with.  I mean, a genetic disease that is counteracted by sucking cocks?  I admit I've stretched the believeability of the story at times, but that was just too much for even me.)