Group Project

Chapter 2. Waylaid

"Mum, this is Nancy. We've got an important school project to do together on bridges. Can we see what information there is on the Net?"

His mother allowed him half an hour then his father would be in for dinner. She wondered quite what was going on. Ben never brought anyone home, let along a girl that was so much bigger than he was. "Perhaps he is getting on better at school now," she thought. They gleaned a little information but decided everyone in the class was probably sourcing the same material. "Let's hope dad can come up with something," Nancy said.

"I'll get you bastard. Because of you I've been suspended from being a prefect. You and Jammy Jameson. You just watch out or I'll give you one helluva hiding. And don't expect that big lump of a girlfriend to save you either." Sarah spat the words at him as they filed into class next morning.

He met Nancy at mid morning break but didn't mention the threat. "Dad says, can you come round this evening and he'll talk to us about bridges and the construction of them. He has this really old book with engraved line pictures that scan in really well. Only trouble is he won't let me on his computer to use the scanner but he'll do the ones we want and put them on a CD. I think he has pictures on there he doesn't want me to see."

Bob Mayhew proved a jovial man and welcomed Ben. It was he who first coined the Laurel and Hardy phrase for them. He went on to explain in simple terms the principle types of bridges and again promised to scan them for the folder so they could add comments as to their suitability. They decided on the Sidney Harbour Bridge as their prototype. "Your main problem will be to produce a tubular arch in newspaper. At the moment I can't think of a way of doing it but you might. Now I think it is time you went home young man. I'll give you five minutes to say goodnight to each other and then I'm pushing you out of the door. No standing on the hall chair, Ben," Bob laughed when he said it, trying to imagine how Ben would kiss his daughter.

Ben hardly turned the corner before a sack was thrown over his head and he felt strong arms carry him. He tried to shout but was quickly silenced by a blow to the side of his head. He heard a gate open and then smelled grass. He guessed he was in the community playing field. "Get his trousers off." It was Sarah's voice. Ben knew he was in serious trouble. "Give me his belt Jim." That must be Pete's mate thought Ben. His tears were already wetting the inside of the sack.

"Crack!" The belt hit his bare arse and brought forth a yell. "Gag him Pete," Sarah handed him Ben's under pants which were promptly stuffed in his mouth. "He knows who it is now so you can leave the sack off." Held down and silenced, Ben sobbed into the gag as Sarah relentlessly lashed the belt across his arse until he thought he couldn't take any more. "Turn him over boys. Let me have a look at the kinky cock." Sarah shone a small torch on it. It was still soft.

"They say you have to get it hard to see the bend," Pete commented. Sarah took hold of the flaccid cock and started to wank it and despite not wanting to, Ben soon became erect. Sarah slipped off her shorts and knickers. Take a good look Kinky-cock. That's all you're going to see of my cunt. We're going to make sure you don't win so you won't get that cock in me." She lowered herself until the tip of his cock was very close to her entrance and then she let forth a stream of urine. It washed over his cock and then she moved higher so the lower half of his shirt was soaked. The boys were laughing and joking at the sight. "Your turn Pete. I'll hold it for you." She did and directed the stream of piss on Ben's face and over his shirt. Jim's turn followed. Ben was now soaked with piss.

"Just so you don't think of going to the police or anything, remember we know where your girlfriend lives and there's a good number of boys who'd like to give her a good fucking." Sarah picked up the belt again and lashed it many times in a fury across his front catching his cock with frequent blows. He passed out.

When he came too the others had gone and so were his trousers and pants. He stood with difficulty and painfully made his way in the darkness to the gate. Fortunately he knew where he was and he would almost have to pass Nancy's house again. "I can't go there, not like this and yet my house is so far away. I hurt so badly. Perhaps I'll just lie here."

"Here he is!" Ben blinked as a torch shone in his face. "My God, what happened to you. You've been whipped and you stink worse than the school loos." Nancy's voice showed her concern as she picked him up and started to walk along the road. Other voices joined hers but they quickly faded to a blur. When he next came to, he was in a strange bathroom and Nancy was pulling the rest of his clothing off. He heard water running.

Bob and his wife came in. Ben was too out of it to be embarrassed. "Do you want a hand Nancy? I'm not sure you ought to be in here alone with a naked boy."

"Don't be silly daddy. Even if I was a virgin, Ben's in no condition to do anything." Ben tried to speak but only stammered a few words. In times of stress his lisp worsened.

"Your mum and dad are on their way. I'll phone the police." Bob spoke. Ben shook his head no. "Your mum phoned to find out how long you were going to be and I said you'd left ages ago. We went out looking and that's when Nancy found you. Your parents were looking at their end of the road." Ben tried to talk but only gobbledegook came out.

"Leave us please mummy and you too daddy. I think you're upsetting him at the moment. I'll be alright and you can leave the door open if you wish." Nancy lowered him gently in the bath. "You'd better kneel. Your bum looks pretty raw but I need to wash the piss off you and get it out of your hair. Was it Sarah and her boys?"

Ben muttered "Yes."

"And with her father being a chief constable or something, we won't get anywhere by preferring charges against her. She's a cunning bitch."

Ben's parents arrived while he was still being bathed and demanded to know what happened. Ben wouldn't answer. "What happened Nancy?" his mother asked.

"Sorry Mrs. Jones, I can't say. Ben will tell you if and when he wants to."

"I'll bathe him. It's not right for a young girl of your age to do that to a naked young boy." Ben clung to Nancy as if his life depended on it. Water soaked her blouse and although his words didn't come out clearly, the meaning was obvious.

"I still think we ought to go to the police. Others might get hurt as well."

"No Hilda, Ben doesn't want it. I think the trauma of the interviews might be more than he can stand. I think we'd better let them finish bathing dear," Dan, his father told his wife. "We'll only make things worse. Let's go downstairs and they can talk when they've finished." However, Nancy had other ideas. After she'd dried him and given him two painkillers and applied some cream, she carried him to her bed, There she laid Ben between the sheets and climbed in alongside him. When his parents arrived to see the pair, both were snuggled together and Ben was fast asleep.

"Let's leave them," Bob suggested.

"I agree," Dan Jones answered, "Nothing's going to happen and your Nancy's certainly big enough to control him if she wants to."

Both wives were more reluctant.

"Bring him some clothes in the morning," Stella Mayhew suggested. "There's no school till Monday and I think Nancy is the first friend he seems to have had in all his time at school."

"Let me take his wet shirt in a plastic bag out of your way."

"I'll soak it in a bowl of water and throw it in the washing machine with Nancy's wet shirt and stuff. It'll be dry by morning," Stella suggested.

"No! I'll just dry it and then if we need, we can have them DNA test it. I want to get to the bottom of this. I think he'll talk to me when we're home."

Sometime during the night Ben stirred, the pain was returning and he felt the need to pee but in trying to gently disentangle himself from Nancy's embrace, he woke her. "What's up Ben? Can't you sleep? Still sore?"

"Pain's come back and I need to pee."

Nancy turned on the bedside light. "Well you'd better let that rod that's against my belly go down a bit otherwise you'll spray the ceiling." she giggled quietly. "I'll get you another couple of pills and perhaps you'll go soft again." Ben blushed deeply when he caught a glimpse of her pubic area as she got out of bed, but somehow he didn't feel threatened or offended by her words. He did manage to pee but quickly became erect again when he climbed in alongside Nancy. She'd removed her night-dress and was now completely naked. Ben hesitated. He'd felt her buxom breasts through the material already but now they were on full display and if he…

Nancy didn't give him a chance. Grabbing his arm she pulled him into the bed making him yelp as his sore loins hit hers. "Ben," she whispered, "I know you're sore but I'd really like to feel it inside me even if you can't move much. You can suck my titties if you want." She took hold of his cock and guided it into her cunt. Ben gave another little yelp.

"Sorry, they hit it too and it's very tender… Maybe that's why it keeps erecting itself."

"Is it okay now it's in?"

"Ummn. Nice. I've never…"

"Don't worry about it Ben. Fuck me when you think you can or just lie still and let us cuddle." Nancy held him close; his head against her bosom; her hard nipple against his cheek. He only had to turn his head just a little and it would be in his mouth. However, it took ten minutes and many tiny movements before his lips closed on it.

Daylight filtered through the curtains when he woke again but the digital clock said only 5:56. Too early to get up. His face still lay against a breast and his cock remained inside Nancy. It felt nice and he wondered if he dared start to move it within her. Slowly he withdrew a little way and just as slowly went in again. It pulled his muscles but he didn't care. This might be the only chance he ever got to have it in a girl.

Nancy slowly became aware of his movements. The sensation within her seemed pleasantly strange and she guessed it was the kink in his cock that was rubbing the walls of her vagina somewhat differently to normal. She'd only had two boys and an older man before but that was enough for her to notice the difference. "That's nice you sexy boy," she whispered, "Can you speed up a bit now you know I'm awake? Don't if it's too painful." Gradually Ben was able to work up his momentum until Nancy climaxed and then, finally several minutes later, he did too. Nancy leaned down and kissed him fully on the mouth.

Two hours later he got up to pee. Nancy did too and for the first time he saw her completely naked. To Ben she looked like a voluptuous goddess. "Stop gawping," she laughed but her expression quickly changed when she looked at him. His arse and front were livid colours. "We'll shower and then I'll put some more cream on you. We ought to try and make that bitch pay for this."

Feeling a little better after the shower and now wearing a long disused T-shirt of Nancy's that came below his knees, they slowly went down and started breakfast. Stella and Bob appeared soon after and they all chatted amicably. No one mentioned how they'd spent the night. "What are your plans for today?" Bob asked.

"When I get my clothes, I think I'd like to go home and start on the project. I need something to take my mind off what happened. That is if you don't mind Nancy coming too. It's supposed to be a joint project. Dad's got a garage workshop with benches and vices that he lets me use. First though we need to think the design through a bit more and perhaps experiment with ways of making hollow curved arches. We may need more advice from you and I think Dad might come up with some ideas."

Hilda arrived around nine o'clock bringing not only Ben's clothes but her camera too. "Before you get dressed young man, I'm going to photograph your injuries so we have the evidence of what happened and I shall want the full story when we get home." Ben knew that when she was in that mood, she was going to get her own way. "Which room has the best light?" she asked. Hers was only a simple film camera but it took good snaps when the conditions were right.

Back in the lounge of his own home Ben sat on the settee with Nancy holding his hand. Hilda hadn't wanted her to come but there was no way she could refuse. She liked the girl but wanted to have it out with her son on her own. "The girl seems to know what happened so she might have information too. If he's told her then he should tell me. I'm his mother." Hilda argued with herself.

"Benjamin Jones, who did it to you?"… "Why?" … "What started it?" … "Do you know those responsible?" Ben remained stoutly silent. "Very well, if you won't answer me then I have no alternative," Hilda was becoming angry at his silence, "Nancy, please collect your things and go home. I forbid you to see Ben again and I will phone your teacher on Monday and refuse to allow him to continue with the group project. Ben you will go to your room and spend the rest of the day there."

"No, mum please. You don't understand. I can't tell you."

"Nancy get your stuff and go please." Ben's whole body shook and desperately he clung to her. Nancy closed her arms protectively around him. Hilda almost smiled at the incongruity of the sight. Ben was like a baby on her lap. "How am I going to force them apart? I wonder what's made them suddenly so close? What happened between them last night?" Her thoughts were interrupted when Nancy spoke.

"Mrs. Jones, please let me talk with Ben alone for a while."

"You got five minutes to make him understand girl. I'm his mother and I need to know what happened."

"It may take more than five minutes Mrs. Jones just to calm him down he shaking so much. May I call you when we're ready or when I have to leave?"

"No more than fifteen minutes and then I'm coming back." She went into the kitchen but left the door open so she could keep an eye on what was happening.

Nancy hugged and kissed him for several minutes without saying anything and then in a very hushed voice said, "Ben you know we have to tell her now, don't you? If she phones Miss Jameson she'll tell her about the problem with Sarah and little by little it will all come out, probably in front of the class or in the head's office. Just don't mention the bet with Sarah and her boyfriends. Okay?" Ben said nothing. It was too nice just to sit on her lap even if it hurt his arse just to sit. He liked the comforting feel of her arms around him. Eventually he murmured, "Okay."

Nancy started the story when Ben's mother returned but she didn't let go of him. She stopped at the point where Ben left her home and it was some minutes before Ben felt able to continue. Hilda was utterly shocked and disgusted and wanted to go to the police straightaway until Nancy pointed out Sarah's father was a high ranking officer at the station and would probably just file the case where no one would find it. "Well I have the evidence that it happened. I have the urine soaked shirt and photos. I'll take them to Happy Snaps and they should be ready in an hour and then I'll decide what to do. You two behave yourselves while I've gone. Just because you slept together last night, doesn't mean you can do it any time even if you are both old enough to consent."

For a while they just sat and talked first about what Hilda might do and then about the project although their minds were not really focussed on it. When Hilda returned earlier than expected, Ben was giving Nancy the grand tour of the workshop. "It's Saturday and the pictures won't be ready for two hours," Hilda explained. She went back later to collect them.