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Betsy The Bitch - a Samantha's Shame Story
 by Delta Venus

Copyright 2009


My name is Samantha, Sam for short. I am writing this journal mostly
against my will, because of my older sister, Betsy. Betsy is a bitch.
A 24 karat, no-holds-barred, total fucking bitch. Don't get me wrong,
I love her because she is my sister, and she is the type of sister who
would do anything for me. Unfortunately she is also the type who would
do almost anything to me. I can write that because she ordered me to
be totally honest in this journal, and write down all of my feelings.
In fact, she told me if it was obvious that I was leaving out anything
I felt, or anything that happened to me, she would make me very sorry.


Betsy has pretty much always been a bitch to me. When we were young it
was mostly physical abuse. She wouldn't do anything that would result
in permanent harm, but she would regularly slap my face or punch me in
the stomach or thighs, give me charley horses and indian burns, and
every so often just kick the shit out of me. When I hit puberty, she
suddenly figured out that I became tremendously sexually aroused by
embarassment and humiliation, and found that absolutely hilarious and
otherwise wonderfully entertaining. Since I was the shy type, one of
the easiest ways to embarassment was to have me naked and exposed,
although she sometimes stuck with tried and true verbal humiliation,
and could tease me into near tears with just words.


Just before I turned 15, Betsy caught me masturbating, and took some
very revealing pictures. She has used those pictures to make me do
what she wants, even though many of the things she has had me do have
been far more embarassing than the pictures, and I'd probably do
whatever she asked anyways because she scares the shit out of me. I
wouldn't be writing that down, because it probably gives her even more
of a hold on me, but she has me scared enough that I don't want to
leave it out when I think she already knows, and I believe her threats
to make me sorry if I don't write down everything.


When it was just between the two of us, I could sort of handle it. The
sexual twist was new, but otherwise it was the same old torture I'd
been enduring as long as I could remember. Then Betsy took it to
another level. Shortly after my 15th birthday, Betsy brought her
current boyfriend home, and they had gone up to her room to make out.
No one else was home, so they could do whatever they wanted without
worrying about being caught. That didn't matter much to Betsy, because
she had no intention of letting things get out of hand, her boyfriend
wasn't going to get much past "first base". Apparently he complained
about this quite a bit, and that gave Betsy ideas.


"SAM! Get your ass up here!"


I began to quiver, because I had an idea of what lay ahead, but I
quickly complied and ran up the stairs to her bedroom before she could
get pissed and decide I needed a beating. She and her boyfriend, Jack,
were laying on her bed kissing when I came in the door.


"About time, slut. Come over here next to the bed."


I sidled closer, my eyes downcast, not daring to look either of them
in the face. I was already blushing, and my panties were a little
damp, because I just knew what was going to happen. I was about to be
their plaything, and there wasn't anything I could do to prevent it.


"Sam, Jack here has never seen a girls boobies in real life. I'm not a
slut, like you, so I'm not about to let him see mine, but I hate to
see him so disappointed. Take of your shirt and let him look at
yours."


Jack looked like he thought that was a wonderful idea. My blush crept
down from my face, and covered my upper chest, while my panties got
even damper with juice. I hated this, but it was also exactly the sort
of treatment that turned me on something fierce. I felt betrayed by my
body, because my mind rebelled and reeled, this was not something I
wanted to do, I really loathed being exposed, but it got my heart
racing and my juices flowing like nothing else. I responded even
though I really did not want to. Knowing I had no choice, I went ahead
and took off my top. I hadn't been wearing a bra, so my newly formed
tits were immediately on display, the nipples hard and jutting, the
blush of embarassment just reaching from my face to their tops. I was
breathing hard, and obviously turned on to anyone who wasn't blind.


"See, Jack, I told you she would like it. Sam is a slut!" laughed
Betsy.


The word "slut" sent shockwaves through me, right to my pussy. I was
now much more than damp, I was soaking wet, and almost shaking with
excitement. My mind screamed "Don't do this! Don't let them see! Don't
let them know!", but my body was reacting in spite of my mental
torment, and I was as turned on as I can remember ever being. Betsy
and Jack began to make out again, pausing now and then to stare at me,
and comment on my features and how obviously excited I was being
exposed to them. They made me stand there as their entertainment for
quite some time, while they fooled around with their clothes on. Jack
began to reach out, as if to pinch my nipples...


SMACK!!


Betsy had slapped his face, hard!


"Don't you dare touch my sister! She may be a slut, but she is my
sister, and you won't touch her! Besides, you are supposed to be my
boyfriend, so you had better just enjoy the view, and leave her alone
otherwise."


Jack looked a little shocked, and mumbled "Sure, sure. I was just
playing, you know I love you."


"I'm sure you do, so don't blow it by doing something that will piss
me off. We'll have lots of fun with Sam, if you'll just do as I say.
Sam won't mind, she is a horny cunt, but I will mind if you get out of
line, and then the fun and games will be over. Got it?"


Again, Betsy's words were a shock to my system. "Horny cunt", "lots of
fun", what was going to happen in the future? I began to tremble.
Betsy either took mercy on me, or more likely decided that she had had
enough fun today (perhaps worried that the 'rents would be home soon),
and told me to put on my top and go away. I was relieved, but still
incredibly wired up and horny. I put on my top, ran to my room,
flopped onto my bed and found release the only way I could. I jammed
my hand into my pants, and frigged my sloppy box until I had a killer
orgasm. It was intense, and I felt completely drained afterwards, and
also totally humiliated. I had been exposed in front of a boy! He had
stared at my tits, and commented on them in the most vulgar terms,
while I had been turned into a total horndog with my pussy hot as an
oven and dripping with juice. I could die! I also knew that this was
only the beginning, I was destined for much worse to be sure.


When I arrived home from school the next day, Betsy grabbed me just as
I got in the door.


"Get in the car, slut, we're going for a ride." she commanded,
grabbing me by the elbow and guiding me back out the door to her VW.
The bitch got the ride a year ago, when she turned 16, and didn't
deserve it if you asked me. Of course, nobody asked me. I gave in, and
got in. She peeled out, and quickly headed out of town.


"Where are we going?" I asked.


"Never you mind," she said. "Just know we are going out of town so you
won't be recognized." and started cackling like a maniac. I did not
like where this seemed to be heading! In the house was one thing, in
front of her boyfriend was another. This was going way beyond that, it
was sure to be in public, not in private. Oh God! I began trembling
with fear, and of course my body decided that this was exciting stuff,
and began to betray me. My nipples were sticking out through my
blouse, again I wasn't wearing a bra (I don't really need one yet,
although it is getting close). Betsy reached over and tweeked one of
my nipples. It sent a shock through every nerve in my body and I
gasped.


She giggled and said "I may not let Jack touch you, but don't you go
thinking I won't!"


We drove out the main highway, and headed out of town. It didn't take
long before we exited the highway in a neighboring town, and Betsy may
have known where we were going, but I was quickly disoriented and had
no idea where we were. After a couple twists and turns, we wound up
somewhere. I don't know where, but it didn't look good. It seemed like
we had been in the college district, but now it looked a lot more skid
row. Sometimes those two can be a little intermixed, colleges tend to
low rent areas, and certain flavors of low rent are attracted by the
ready availibility of young adventurous college students. I wasn't
quite afraid of being raped and murdered, but I couldn't quite get the
idea out of my mind either.


Besty knew right where we were going, though, and we pulled into an
apartment building's underground garage, and parked. We got out of the
car, and walked over to an elevator. We took the elevator up to the
second floor, and got out, Betsy led me to the right, and we went down
the hall aways until Besty proclaimed "This is the place." A knock on
the door was quickly answered, and we were inside a small apartment
before I could blink.


"Relax, Sam. Just do what I tell you to do, and you'll be fine. If you
don't, you'll just make things difficult, and I'll make you pay for it
when we get back home. Believe it!" Betsy barked at me. I took her
threat seriously, as Betsy had never made an idle threat yet. If she
said you would regret something, you would indeed regret. We were not
alone, there were two guys who looked like college students. One was
tall, the other average. Neither had any particularly stand out
features, they looked like any other college age men you might see
around a campus. I wasn't really frightened (yet), but I wasn't seeing
anything to put me at ease, either.


Betsy quickly took command, telling me "OK, slut. It is time to play!
This apartment is inside the "red light" district. Girls hang out on
balconys naked, or nearly naked, as advertisements. You can guess what
they are advertising. Since you are almost a whore, you'll make great
"copy" for my friends here. I want you peeled down to your panties,
wearing nothing else. You will hang out on the balcony until my
buddies here have gotten a certain amount of business. The sexier you
act, the quicker the johns will react, and the sooner we can leave.
You don't have to put out, just be the bait. Draw them in, and we'll
go home. If you argue with me even a little bit, I'll trick you out
all night - and keep the money your john's pay to fuck you senseless."


Hard to argue with act sexy or you'll get banged by strangers all
night. I acted sexy. I stripped down to my panties, just as Bestsy
told me, and went out on the balcony in the cold night air, and acted
as sexy as I could. I could blame the cold air for my rock hard
nipples, but it would be a lie. I was immensely turned on. Scared as
hell, feeling quite debased and demeaned, but also horny and excited.
I hung out on the balcony as quite a few people wandered through the
local alleys, hooting and hollering, obviously out for a good time and
used to what the neighborhood had to offer. I wanted to hang way back,
where nobody could see me, but I realized that if I didn't get a few
guys to respond that I'd either be out on that balcony all night, or
my sister might make good on her threat and trick me out like a
regular prostitute, to get fucked who knows how often by whatever
strange guys rang the doorbell.


I made sure I was quite visible from the street, and the thought of
anyone at all, in fact everyone that wandered by, seeing my almost
completely naked body shot thrills through my nervous system, while at
the same time it made a mush of my brain. I hated the very thought of
anyone getting a glimpse of me, but being exposed also thrilled me
beyond belief. The contradiction I can't explain, but it is the way I
am. I hate this sort of thing, yet it turns me on beyond belief. I
would never expose myself to others, yet being exposed lights every
nerve fiber in my body on fire.


I tend to blush when excited. At first it is just my face, but as the
level of my excitement rises, the blush extends down my body to cover
my entire chest. As I started my "advertising" my blush extended past
my face, but wasn't much past my neck. That quickly changed after the
first wolf whistle from someone down in the alley, and I was blushing
right down to my rock hard nipples. MY nipples harden at the first
sign of anything remotely resembling sexual arousal, but when I really
get riled up, the whole areola swells, and there are many goosebumps
that swell quite a bit in the surrounding territory. I was in
goosebumps fairly rapidly that evening. It doesn't matter how
embarassed I am... I take that back. The more embarassed I am, the
more aroused I get. I hate it. I feel like my body is betraying me.
Why should I get cranked up by being humiliated? A healthy sexual
arousal is one thing, but getting wildly turned on by situations that
are humiliating or embarassing seems both inappropriate and more than
a little slutty. Embarassment should just be embarassing, not sexually
exciting, unless you are a slut. At least that is what Betsy keeps
telling me, only a slut would be getting excited by such things. A
slut like me.


I hung out on that balcony all night. I shook my stuff, acted the
fool, shook my tities, pinched my nipples, hung my ass over the
banister, did anything that might entice and attract the strange men
that wandered the alley to ring our bell and ask for satisfaction. It
turned me on no end, but also made me feel a deep sense of
humiliation. I liked being the subject of random mens fantasies, the
object of their lust, someone hot enough to rate thinking about as
nothing but sexy and attractive, yet I hated the idea that a bunch of
guys thought I was nothing but a slut, someone to fuck in some random
encounter. I was an object, an advertising icon, a piece of meat to
lure the dullard drunken massess into enough of a sexual frenzy to get
them to part with their cash and their dignity. I was a slut, and damn
near a whore, and it had my pussy dripping like a leaky faucet even as
it had my mind reeling with debassment and chagrin.


Betsy finally came out and said "Good job! We made three hundred
dollars with you out drawing them in like flies to honey. Next time
maybe we'll put you on the menu, and make twice or three times as
much!" She laughed and laughed.


I was allowed to put some of my clothes on, which suprised me. When we
showed up in this slummy neighborhood, I really figured on getting
gangbanged. A small part of me was disappointed, as I was so horny
from all the exposure and attention that I would have welcomed a good
hard fucking, even by a group of horny freshmen. Of course another
part of me was completely relieved. As horned out as I get sometimes,
I still want to wait until I am older to get fucked, I want to remain
a virgin for the time being. Contradictions, but then it is different
parts of me that what to be banged mercilessly and want to save myself
for a meaningful relationship with that special someone. I did
momentarily remember Betsy slapping the shit out of Jack for trying to
touch me, and felt a momentary pride that while I was such a total
trollop, my sister did want to protect me. She might enjoy torturing
me, but she wasn't going to let anyone really get to me. I couldn't
completely trust Besty, as she was a cruel bitch, but the reality was
that she most likely wouldn't let me get in physical trouble. I
couldn't be 100% sure, because she might flip out if she was pissed
off, or she could get caught up in the moment if the setup was just
too sweet, but it was unlikely she would get me raped, or otherwise
fucked over. That wouldn't spare me a great deal of humiliating
behavior, because I was sure that anything short of sexual penetration
would just be fun and games to her, and I could just suck it up.


I hadn't yet gotten completely dressed when Betsy led me down to the
car. She had me climb in, and we pulled out of the parking lot and
headed for home. Betsy drove one-handed, and reached the other hand
over to cup my pussy.


"God, slut, you are soaked! I knew you would like that!"


I was trembling from the whole experience, and horned up like a
desperate housewife. I was so fucking horny, I didn't even think
twice. I had to peel my panties to the side, they were stuck to my
pussy. I had two fingers working in and out faster than you could say
jack off. Betsy didn't do too badly keeping her eyes on the road, but
she did keep glancing over at me, and occasionally tweeking my
nipples. We were stopped for a red light when I orgasmed.


"Don't look now, but the guy in the SUV next to us is really enjoying
the view," whispered Betsy. I glanced up at this middle aged guy with
gray hair looking at me with intense lust, and the flash of
humiliation combined with the orgasm I was already having caused me to
go into multiples! I had never done that before, I was shaking and
convulsing almost like an eplieptic, all the while my eyes were locked
with the man in the SUV next to us. Oh, God, I couldn't believe I had
just done that in front of a total stranger! The light changed, and
Betsy had to drive like a maniac to lose him, because he was on our
tail like a dog after a bitch in heat. I guess that fit, because I was
in heat! I know I've said it before, but I was turned on more than I
had ever been. Even though I had already had several orgasms, I kept
playing with my pussy all the way home, I just couldn't stop. We
pulled into the drive, and Betsy threw the rest of my clothes at me.


"Put these on before you scare the neighbors, slut." I put on the
shorts and sweater, ran into the house, up the stairs, and into my
room. I began to sob and cry from how humiliated I had been, exposed
to all those different people, caught playing with my pussy like a
total slut. I didn't come out of my room until well after our parents
got home, and even then I felt like they knew what a whore I was -
everyone must know, it had to be obvious! I finally calmed down some,
but I was still very confused. Why did I get so horny when I was
embarassed and scared? Why did humiliating situations push all my
buttons, and turn me into a total slut? I didn't know, but I knew my
sister would be taking even more advantage of my condition, because
she obviously got off on it. I got off on it, too, even though I hated
it just as much. I wanted to be left alone, and I wanted more. I
couldn't tell you which.


Betsy left me alone the next day, I don't know why, but I was grateful
for the rest. It took a lot out of me to be so stressed out and on
edge, and the sexual tension was also quite tiring, even sexual
release burned quite a bit of energy. The following day, though, the
bitch was back at it. She brought Jack home again, and they headed up
to her bedroom. I was about to sneak out of the house, hoping I could
get away before Betsy could get her evil hooks into me. Alas, I was
too slow.


"SAM! Get your ass up here!"


Doomed. Well, maybe it wouldn't be too bad, after all she hadn't let
him touch me last time, she probably wouldn't push things too far. Oh
shit! Last time I had thoughts like that, things went a lot farther
than I would ever have dreamed. I tromped up the stairs and into
Betsy's room. I gasped in shock when I got there. She had Jack naked
on her bed, and was fondling his very hard cock! She still had all her
clothes on, but he was butt naked.


"I'm giving Jack a hand job, because he's been a good boy, but he just
can't quite get there. He needs a little more stimulation. Get naked,
girl, and make it fast!"


"There is no way I'm fucking anyone, Betsy! I'm too young and I want
to stay a virgin!"


"You stupid cow, Jack isn't going to touch you! He just needs
something to look at, like Playboy magazine, to help him out. Now
strip before I really get mad!"


I bowed to the inevitable, and took off my clothes. You can guess what
state my body was in, but I was still feeling a little rebellious. I
was covering up as best I could with my hands, one arm over my tits,
the other hand blocking the view of my pussy.


Betsy looked at me covering up, and giggled. "Sam, you are funny! The
whole idea is to give Jack something to look at while I handle his
crank, and he's going to see everything you've got."


I dropped my hands, and sighed. My arousal was very obvious, the usual
jutting nipples, the flush of excitement across my face and chest,
pussy beginning to lubricate, the whole works. The fact that I knew
Jack didn't help, in fact it probably made things a little worse. At
least with a stranger you can tell yourself they'll never see you
again, and they know nothing about you. Jack knew me, and was getting
to know me much more intimately than I liked, but there was no helping
it with Betsy calling the shots.


"Get up, Jack. Let Sam lay on the bed. Sam scoot down so your ass is
right on the very edge. That's right, now spread your legs. Wider,
bitch! Kneel down right in front of her, Jack, so you can get a good
view. Let her feel your breath on her slutty hole."


Jesus! I could actually feel Jack's breath barely brushing my oh so
tender lips like the gentlest carress. I felt totally exposed and
vulnerable, Jack was so close he could touch me any time he wanted,
and I felt like he was staring right into my soul, not just my hole.


"Do what you were doing in the car the other day, slut. You know, when
that gray-hair in the SUV was watching you?"


Oh my God, she expected me to masturbate in front of Jack! I felt like
I was going to faint. I felt a dribble of juice leak from between my
pussy lips. Jack was intensely focused on my naked body, his eyes
wandered up to my swollen tits then quickly back down to my juicy box.
I could see his cock throbbing as he took in the view, and my clit
seemed to throb with the same timing as his cock. Betsy began stroking
his dick again, talking to both of us.


"Look at the slut's dripping pussy, Jack! You like pussy, don't you?
She must like your dick, Jack, or she wouldn't be so juicy! You
fucking slutty cunt, you like his big hard dick, don't you? You slut,
you just want a hard cock in your cunt, don't you? Look at how swollen
her lips are, see the juices leaking out? She is really turned on.
Only a fucking slut would be turned on having a guy stare at her pussy
from just inches away. Get going, Sam, we want a show!"


I began by fondling my breasts. First with the left hand, leaving my
right hand up playing with my hair, then with both hands. Caressing
the outside, cupping my tits, then moving in to lightly run my fingers
over the nipples. I ran both hands down my rib cage, towards my pussy,
but withdrew them before I got into sensitive territory, and brought
them back up to my breasts, circling outside, then working in towards
the nipples again. Betsy kept up a constant dialog. I got verbal
humiliation, Jack got encouragement to spurt his cum. It was fucking
hot! This was my first close up view of a hard dick, and I had never
seen one shoot off before, so in spite of being humiliated beyond
belief, I was looking forward to Jack's finale.


Jack must really like what he is seeing, I thought, or his cock
wouldn't be so hard and red. I may be a slut, like Betsy is saying,
but Jack likes it! I let my hands work down from my breasts, across my
belly, then outwards and down across my hips, working down the outside
of my thighs, then across my knees to the inside of my thighs, and up
towards my pussy. I repeated this motion, letting my fingers trail
lightly across my pussy lips at the end of each cycle. I started a
motion that let me caress my ass, staying away from the most sensitive
areas at first, then trending back towards the more vulnerable areas,
ending up rubbing my thighs and my lips about equally. As I heated up,
and could really feel my juices flowing, I began to get more explicit.
First rubbing my lips instead of just my thighs, then rubbing my clit
instread of just my lips. I arched and spread even wider, both of my
holes puffed, exposed, aroused, and ready for action, totally open to
Jack's intense gaze.


Just as I switched from rubbing my juiced up lips and slipped a finger
inside, finally penetrating my pussy, Jack gave an immense groan and
let loose a virtual torrent of sticky cum. He really ejaculated quite
a load, six or seven strong shots with lots of energy. He nailed Betsy
right in the face with the strongest straight up spurt, as she had
been intensely focused on the hand job and my hot box, and was only
inches away from the action. She probably would have gotten it in the
face even if she hadn't been right on top of him, as the shots really
had some power to them. She covered his cock with her hands quickly,
which kept the rest of the cum from flying all over the place, but
some still managed to splash through, and a couple drops went splat on
my left foot and calf.


Seeing Betsy get it in the face drove me over the edge, and I heard
her squawking about something, but I was oblivious for the moment
while I shuddered and shaked through a nice solid cum. When I came
back to reality, Jack had a new hand print on his face, and was busy
licking up his own cum from Betsy's hands, her face already clean.
When he finished there, she made him lick the drops off my foot. I
guess I'm not the only one who is scared of her! I got dressed and
left them to their own devices, and went to my room to take a nap. I
couldn't sleep, I kept thinking about that shot Betsy took in the
face. I finally had to masturbate again to get the image out of my
head, a nice strong orgasm helped me nod off. Obviously I wasn't the
only one who could be humilitated, but Betsy's reaction had been much
different than mine.


Was it because I was a slut, and Betsy wasn't? No, that didn't fit.
Betsy had been just as into it as I had been, but her reactions had
been different. Betsy had obviously been just as much of a slut as I
had been, she was in the scene up to her eyeballs after all. "Hands
on" if you must. But our roles had been very different. What cranked
my scooter wasn't the same as what did hers, but we both got cranked
just the same. I got a sudden revelatory moment, where I understood
that being in control was just as much of a buzz for Betsy as being
under control was for me. I didn't forgive her. I didn't even forget
that I thought she was a Bitch with a capital "B". I did suddenly
understand a certain something, though. An underlying fundamental
reality, an understanding of the way certain people are under all the
social bullshit we like to pile on top. I knew I would always be the
"victim", and Betsy would always be one of those who exploited
"victims", and as long as we stayed within the rules, we would both be
happiest if that reality remained the status quo. It didn't make me
happy with my situation, or the way my body always betrayed me, but I
did suddenly understand the dynamic. I also knew Betsy wouldn't stop
anytime soon.


Fucking bitch.



        DV


http://www.geocities.com/delta_venus_x/

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