Date: Thu, 02 Oct 2003 22:26:06 -0700 From: RC in Sacramento Subject: Becka the Beast, Chapter 1 This is a work of fiction from a first time author. It depicts acts of sex and sexuality between two teenage females. If such content disturbs you, or you are under 18, get out and stay out. As always, this story can only be reproduced by consent of the author. Becka the Beast by Sacwriter Chapter 1 *** Gia Cameron heaved the book bag she carried over one shoulder a bit higher, as she paused to look at the new school where she would be spending the next two years of her life. It was an old building, at least be California standards, made with brown brick and massive dimensions. It had three floors of classrooms, and probably another floor of space underneath the tiled roof, a sloping surface that was totally anachronistic in this warm climate that never saw snow. Anachronistic, she thought, chiding herself. Better watch the vocabulary, Cameron. It's going to be tough enough being the new girl without being a brain, too. Gia was fifteen and had grown up in Orange County, but not in this school district. She had had to change districts when her family had moved to a larger house this summer. That was one strike against her, she was the new kid who had no friends to help her settle in. Strike two was that she was an A student and had made honor roll last year. She was almost certainly one of the most intelligent girls at her new school, and nobody likes the smart ones. And strike three, she had been born late in the year, and would still be fifteen for another two months, which probably made her one of the youngest students in her class. There seemed to be no end to the conditions that guaranteed that she would be a social pariah. And wasn't there a fourth strike against me? Oh, yeah. I'm gay. Gia sighed, and started to climb the stairs and make her way through the crowd of students that were doing likewise. The gay thing could probably be ignored for now, it being the best kept secret in the world. Heck, she hadn't even known about it until this last summer, when she was forced to admit to herself that she felt absolutely no attraction to boys, but had always been attracted to girls. She had told no one, not her friends and especially not her all male family, and she had never acted on her impulses with another girl. They hadn't a clue. But the Justin Timberlake and Brad Pitt posters in her room were just for show, and at night she now masturbated to the almost bare images of Shakira, Brittany Spears, and Pink. Gia caught herself daydreaming, when a group of students coming out through the front doors pushed her back and she stumbled. Her almost fall backwards stopped when she caught up against someone else, someone who her mind could only register as large, before that same someone now sent her reeling forward with a violent and very strong push. The double assault was too much for Gia, and as a result she soon found herself lying on the ground amidst a sea of passing feet. "Hey BITCH, watch where the fuck you're going! You think you own the whole fucking sidewalk!?" The snarled outburst came from a blonde girl, older than Gia, maybe seventeen, who now stood glowering down at her. The girl wore old and baggy clothes, a denim jacket with cut off sleeves over a too large T-shirt and parachute pants, and an aggressive scowl that threatened bodily harm to whoever it was directed at. "Geez, don't go all psycho on me," snapped Gia, as she took stock for damage. She was more annoyed than intimidated, being worried about the condition of her brand new school clothes. "Somebody shoved me from in front, I didn't even see you." "Yeah, well you better see me the next time, you stupid cunt, or I'll walk all over you!" With that the blonde girl stomped past her, disappearing into the depths of the crowded school corridors. Gia said something under her breath that would have probably gotten her grounded if her Dad had heard it, and then tried to get to her feet. The process was complicated by the heavy book bag still slung over her shoulder, but a hand appeared out of the passing throng to help her up. Gratefully she took it, and when once more on her feet she turned to the hand's owner and said, "Thanks." "You're welcome," said the good Samaritan, and Gia saw that it was another girl. Gia took a few seconds to check her out, the way she had been checking out other girls for months now, and saw that she was very pretty, but not yet all that hot. She had straight brown hair that hung down to her shoulders, full lips that looked nice when she smiled, and twinkly blue eyes. Like everyone else around here she seemed both taller and older than Gia, but not by much. In her mind Gia immediately classified her as a potential friend, but probably not girlfriend material. "Congratulations, you've just had your first official run in with Rebecca Jackson, or 'Becka the Beast', as we all know her. And congratulations also on surviving it. My name's Sammie Waters." "Gia Cameron. Thanks, I think. So what's her problem?" "Permanent PMS? Who knows. She's just trouble, best avoid whenever possible. She's also supposed to be a badassed bulldyke, so don't let her corner you in the bathroom." Gia blinked, shocked. That girl was a lesbian? Just like her? The thought that such a big and coarse person like that could ever have something in common with her seemed so unlikely as to be impossible. And yet the thought that she had finally met someone who had the same secret feelings for other girls as she did was sending a thrill threading through her body, and leaving a not unpleasant tingling between her legs. As she and Sammie passed through the doors and down the hallway, she found herself trying to remember what the girl had looked like, and wondered what kind of body she had under all those baggy clothes. That first two weeks were busy, and not nearly as painful as Gia had feared. The new high school turned out to be just a larger and faster version of her old one, with most of the same rules, both written and unwritten. The teachers were already fond of her, being attracted by her quick mind and eagerness to learn, a definite contrast to over 90% of the average student body. And her introduction to her classmates went well too, thanks mostly to her new friend Sammie. Like herself Sam was a Junior, but unlike her she had gone to the same local schools as the rest of the students, and in fact had known many of them her whole life. Sammie proved to be the grease that allowed Gia to slide into the busy machine of Roosevelt High. The one disturbing note was the presence of the blonde girl who had knocked her down on her first day of school, Becka Jackson, the girl her friend Sammie claimed was a lesbian. Becka was easy to spot, walking down the hallways in her shapeless clothes that looked like a bag ladies rejects. She strode through the hall like a force of nature, exuding energy, a permanent scowl on her face. She was intimidating as a wild and dangerous animal is intimidating, even when it's in a zoo. Her path seemed to generate ripples of unease wherever she went. And Gia couldn't take her eyes off of her. Gia had two classes with Becka, a study hall and an American Government class that Becka was being made to take over because she had flunked it the year before. Gia found herself watching the older girl, spying at her over the top of her book or out of the corner of her eye. She kept trying to picture what Becka 's body was like, whether it was fat or skinny, or if she had nice breasts or not, but the baggy clothing defeated her. About the only thing she decided was that if Becka would wash her face and brush her hair, maybe put a little makeup on and for God's sake stop scowling, she would probably be very pretty. On a Monday two weeks after her first encounter with Becka, Gia broke a shoelace while trotting out to the practice field with her gym class. She told her coach, who gave her permission to go back to the locker room and replace the broken lace. Gia walked back with the shoe in her hand, in a hurry to fix the lace and return to the soccer game that was being played in her absence. She failed to notice the figure in the stands that watched her go, and then silently stood up to follow her. Gia had just about worked the combination on her locker when she sensed the presence behind her, too late to avoid the hand that caught her between the shoulder blades and sent her face first into the metal door. She cried out, but felt it cut short when a heavy body slammed into her back, pinning her down and driving the air from her lungs. She knew who it was before she heard the voice that hissed in her ear. "You fucking bitch! You think I don't see you looking at me all day? Eyeballing me in class, staring at me in the halls, acting like I'm some sort of freak? Well, fuck you! I'm not here for anybody to look and laugh at, you hear? I'm gonna show you what I do to little rich yuppie bitches like you that think they're better than me." Gia felt the pressure on her back lessen as the other girl eased some of her weight off, but not enough to let her turn around. But it was more than enough to let the other girl's hand slide up her body and painfully grip her right breast. Too late, she remembered Sammie's words. 'She's also supposed to be a badassed bulldyke, so don't let her corner you in the bathroom'. Gia felt no fear though, as the other girl groped at her breast underneath the gym uniform. She was confident that she could get away from her without getting hurt if she wanted to. But did she? This was the first time that she had ever been touched sexually by another girl, and even if it was more of a mauling than a lover's caress, it was still turning her on. She felt her panties getting moist already, and her breath was beginning to rasp in the back of her throat. It was no longer a matter of if she should stop this or not. It was a matter of how long should she let it play out. "You're not putting up much of a fight now, are you, bitch? You must like what I'm doing to ya. Well guess what, I like it too. And in a minute you're gonna make me like it even more." Becka turned Gia around and slammed her painfully back against the metal lockers. With both hands she reached down and grabbed the bottom of Gia's jersey, pulling it up over her head. Gia didn't resist, and in seconds she stood before Becka wearing nothing above the waist but a plain white cotton sports bra. Becka grabbed the straps of the bra and pulled it down hard, popping Gia's breasts out into the open. Becka stood staring at them for a while, seeing how beautiful they were, perfectly round with dark brown nipples that stood out like little bullets. She gave a moan so deep in her throat that no one could hear it but herself, and then grabbed them in both hands and squeezed them as she brought her mouth down and began to lick and suck like an animal. Gia groaned, but in pleasure, not pain. The other girl was handling her roughly, but it still felt good, so good. There was a flush that raced through her body in waves, making her shake, making her legs weak with desire. She was only fifteen, but she had the ripe body of a woman, and all of her womanly parts were screaming in desire. She wanted to grab the other girl by the hair and pull her deeper into her breasts, down to her stomach, down between her legs. But she was afraid of what Becka would do if she showed her that she wanted this. Becka hadn't come here to make Gia feel good, she had come here to hurt and humiliate her. And if she found out that she was achieving just the opposite, she might stop the incredibly good things that she was now doing to Gia's body. And so Gia fought down the moans and cries of pleasure, trapping them in her throat, and kept her hands still at her side. She didn't fight when Becka grabbed her shorts and panties and pulled them down, but she didn't help her, either. And when Becka grabbed her by the hair and forced her down on her back on the bench she submitted, but waited until Becka grabbed her knees before she let her legs come apart. * * * Becka called the damned little whore a few more choice names, as she held her down with a hand to her belly, looking at the glorious little pussy before her. She suddenly slapped it, not hard, but hard enough to make the bitch yelp and jerk upwards, and to let her know who's boss. Then she stroked it, felt the silky fine black hairs in the bikini cut, and breathed in the musty smell of her. She was surprised to find her fingers coming away wet, then grinned as she put them in her mouth and sucked on them. 'Christ, this bitch is so hot!' she thought, taking a moment to look up along the perfect body before her. The long black hair and the smooth brown skin, that made such a contrast against her own whiteness and that felt like silk and velvet. Those perfect breasts and that tiny little waist, and that belly she wanted to rub her tongue all over. She was small, a good half a foot or more from her own 5'7", and God how she loved short girls. Not that she had ever had any, Toni was the only girl she had ever been with, and she was even taller than Becka. But Becka knew what she liked, and this girl had everything, all in one nice little package. But the one thing Becka liked most about Gia was also the one thing that disturbed her the most. It was her eyes, those beautiful brown eyes that she had seen watching her for the past two weeks. She wanted to stare into them, explore them, drown in their rich warm depths. But she was afraid of what the other girl might see in her own eyes. Her hunger, her loneliness. Her weakness. No, she didn't dare do that. That's not how you survived. Which was why those eyes had so enraged her, and had brought on this confrontation. 'Yeah, that sweet virgin girl pussy, Becka. Nothin' else like it. Especially if they don't want to give it up'. Toni's words, but she took them up anyway, used them to justify what she was doing now. She used them as a barricade against the guilt that was clamoring at her, locked it up and shoved it into a corner, even as she lowered her mouth to the girl's soft parts and began to suckle them. * * * Gia felt the first touch of another girl's lips on her pussy as an electric jolt, the long anticipated meeting almost causing her to orgasm right then. The experienced girl's tongue tickled and twined at the opening of her sex, tracing a path up one side of her labia, stopping just short of her clit, and then snaking back down the other. She nuzzled and kissed her way over the rich pink flesh, with a gentleness that was shocking after her earlier abuse. Gia tried to hold back, to take it in and make it last, but she couldn't do it for long. When Becka finally touched her tongue to Gia's clit she came, a thunderous wave that arched her back and forced her pussy to grind against the other girl's face. She screamed, a raw sound that echoed off the hard concrete walls and metal lockers. Becka rode her like a horse, her mouth locked to the other girl's mound, her tongue and lips furiously trying to devour every last drop that gushed out of Gia. She kept licking for several minutes after the last shivers of the orgasm had faded away, as if she was reluctant to pull away and admit the wild ride was ended for her, too. * * * Becka raised herself up, looking down at Gia's wet curls, finding herself unable to look at the girl's face. "Bitch," she muttered, as she gave the girl's privates another slap. Gia's body jumped, but she gave no other sign as Becka stood up and stumbled towards the sink. Becka rubbed angrily at her face, at the last vestiges of the other girls cum. She looked at her reflection in the mirror from under hooded eyes, and fought the urge to throw up. 'I tell ya Becka, you're so lucky to still be in school, surrounded by all that sweet young trim. Take advantage of it kiddo, get as much of it as you can. And if they won't give it up, just take it anyway. Hey, that's what I did with you, right?' But Toni had lied. It wasn't good, what she had done. It didn't leave her feeling better, it just made her feel sick. What she had done was what he would have done, and for a second she saw him looking back at her from the mirror. She turned on the tap and splashed water on her face. Christ, she had to get out of here. Becka turned to the side so she wouldn't have to look at the girl when she left, but stopped when she heard Gia call her name. "Hey, Jackson." Becka turned around in time to meet the foot that slammed into her stomach, hard. Bright pain blossomed in her belly as the wind left her lungs in an explosive grunt, and her feet actually left the ground from the force of the kick. She slammed back against the tiled wall, barely holding herself up. In shock she looked up to see the nearly nude and beautiful girl she had just molested standing over her. Calmly she paused to pull her bra up over her naked breasts, and then just stood there, patiently waiting. The pain didn't subside, but Becka regained some control when she was at last able to draw a breath. Her familiar weapon anger returned, and with a bestial growl she tried to stand, but instead found herself thrown back against the wall as Gia stiff armed her with a hand to the chest, a hand that ended up taking one of her breasts and squeezing it, hard. Becka howled at this new assault and tried to grab the offending hand, but instead had her own suddenly locked in the other girl's grip, the wrist bent back almost to the breaking point. Helplessly she found herself forced to the ground by her arm, controlled as effortlessly as a piece of luggage. Becka's arm was jerked upwards and straightened, her face forced to the floor. Gia's bare foot, the same one that had kicked her in the stomach, was now planted firmly in her throat. She couldn't move, she couldn't fight, she could barely breathe. She was totally helpless, so Becka did what she always did. She went away. * * * "Maybe you never heard my last name, is that it, Becka?" said Gia, giving the other girl's arm another twist for emphasis. "It's Gia Cameron, as in 'Cameron Martial Art's. You must of seen it, Becka, it's that blue building across the street south of the mall. It's the biggest martial arts school in Orange County, and my Dad owns it and my three brothers all teach there. They've been teaching me since I was seven, Becka, and you better believe I could've put you down at any time. "What happened, happened because I wanted it to. I wanted to feel another girl touching me, to see what that was like. So I let you do that to me, Becka, do you hear? I let you! You didn't take anything from me, and if you ever try to..." Gia stopped, stunned, staring at the girl on the floor under her foot. Becka's face had gone still, as hard and as unmoving as a mannequins. Her jaw was clenched and her lips were tight, and her eyes seemed to be focused on nothing, just staring off into the distance at something Gia couldn't even see, and probably wouldn't want to if she could. In all of her experience in the martial arts, Gia had never seen anybody who looked like Becka did right now. Especially not while in a takedown like she now had her in. She had seen pain and anger, grimaces and scowls, and even heard proud laughter when it was her Dad she had been practicing the move on. But she had never seen such a cold, isolated look. Except maybe once. Experimentally, Gia gave Becka's arm another twist to increase the pain. Becka gave out a little grunt but showed no other sign that she had even felt it. Gia didn't understand what was happening with Becka, but that dead eyed stare was really freaking her out. She was a decent and compassionate person, and she did not like hurting other people. This girl had attacked her and tried to rape her, but in the face of that blank eyed death stare she just couldn't find it in herself to keep this up. She let go of Becka's arm and took her foot from the girl's throat, and then stepped back as if she were afraid Becka would explode. But the other girl didn't, she just lay there with her cheek pressed against the floor, her face as cold as a stone gargoyle's. Waiting. "Becka, get up. Come on now, I'm not going to hurt you. You can go, and I won't tell anybody what happened, but you've got to get up and leave, right now." Slowly the other girl responded, rising to her feet, but not looking at Gia or meeting her gaze. She just turned around and shambled out of the door, with that same empty look still on her face. Gia shivered when the door closed. She felt like she had just had a visit with the living dead. * * * Gia looked for Becka after school but couldn't find her, which wasn't surprising since Becka had ditched class for the rest of the day. Gia was worried, and found herself feeling greatly concerned for the other girl. Becka's stare had unnerved her, but she also remembered the strange gentleness that had come over her when she had licked Gia's pussy. It was almost as if she were two different people, or maybe one person who just didn't know what she wanted, or how to get to it when she did. Sammie and a couple of other friends wanted to go over to one girl's home and play her new Eminem CD, but Gia begged off, saying she had to do something for her Dad. The others waved as they drove off, and Gia caught the bus downtown to the mall, and her father's martial arts studio. When she got there she flew past the workout and training areas without stopping, and ended up in the back in her fathers cluttered little office. Her father was on the phone, so she lay her books down and sat on his lap, giving him a kiss on the cheek but otherwise just waiting patiently until he was finished with his call. When he finally finished the call Phil Cameron took his daughter in his arms and gave her a ferocious bear hug, accompanied by an extremely sloppy kiss on the cheek, complete with disgusting sound effects. Gia laughed, completely enveloped. Her father was a big man, and his hugs had always made her feel warm and safe. "Hey punkin, what are you doing here? Not that I mind, but what's a nice girl like you doing in a dump like this?" "Oh, a girl can't come visit her old man anymore? Maybe you're hiding something from me. Maybe you've got some pretty young chica hiding under your desk? Spill it, you old teddy bear, what have you got?" Phil laughed, good naturedly. It was an old joke between him and his daughter. Phil hadn't been out with another woman since his Lupe had died four years ago, and Gia kept urging him on, trying to remind him that he was still a man and that it was all right for him to see other women. Phil had taken his daughter's efforts with a smile, but had continued on in his solitary ways. It took a long time for a man to get over a woman like Lupe, and Phil just wasn't ready to take that last step and let her go, not yet. Gia sighed and got up reluctantly from her father's embrace, and settled down in the chair across from him. What she had to talk about was too serious to be said from the comfort of his lap, and had to be told face to face. Phil recognized the signs, and sat up in his chair, prepared to give his full attention to what his daughter had to say. "Dad, I got into a fight at school today." Phil groaned. "Already? Christ, Gia, you've only been there two weeks!" "It wasn't my fault, Dad. I bumped into this other girl my first day at Roosevelt, and I haven't talked to her since. Today she jumped me in the locker room, just threw me up against the lockers and pinned me there." "Uh huh. And you did?" "Snapping front kick, wrist hold and takedown, foot on the throat pin. Nothing fancy, nothing over the line. But then I tried to dominate her just like you taught me. You know, give her enough of a scare that she wouldn't try this again. Daddy, when I did that she...she just kind of disappeared! I don't mean like in a puff of smoke disappeared, I mean it was suddenly like her body was there, but the rest of her wasn't. Like she had gone someplace else so she wouldn't have to feel it when I hurt her. "Dad, you remember Johnny T, the homeless guy in the Army jacket who used to hang around in the alley out back? The one you used to buy donuts for, who said he had been in Viet Nam?" "He wasn't just saying that, honey, he had been there. I talked to him a bit, and we exchanged war stories. What about him?" "Well you remember how he would sometimes stop in the middle of a conversation and just stare at nothing, with that creepy look on his face? You called it his thousand yard stare, and you said that people who had been in a really terrible war sometimes got them. Well, that was the way Becka looked, Dad. Like she had been in a war, or maybe like she was still in one." Phil sat for a while, saying nothing, soberly considering the implications of what his daughter had just told him. Phil Cameron knew his daughter, was proud of her and respected her judgment and insight. It never once occurred to him to doubt her on this. "Honey, I think maybe you'd better tell me all that you can about this girl." * * * That night Gia was unusually quite at dinner, not rude, but not joining in with her brother's usual horseplay. After the meal she excused herself and climbed the stairs to her room, closed the door and turned on her computer. When it had booted up and logged her on she brought up her favorite search engine and sent it's questing fingers out into the ether. The parameters she used in her search were 'abuse, women, incest'. (continued)