A Slut is Born Chapter 2

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.

“Just back into the kitchen,” I replied, fear creeping into my voice.

“Not just yet,” he said “Why don’t you tell us all what you just did in the kitchen?”

“What do you mean, I was doing the dishes.”

“Don’t you dare lie to me, slut.” Jim thundered.

Really scared now, I answered “Well, Stan came in and held me down and fucked me.”

“So, you’ll fuck Stan but not the rest of us?” Jim said, “What kind of host would I be if I didn’t let all my friends fuck you?”

“But I didn’t, he made me…” I stammered.

“And you loved it, didn’t you slut?” Jim cut me off.

“No, he made me!!”

“So you think he’s a lousy fuck?” Jim accused, “I warned you about embarrassing me didn’t I?”

I felt the trap snap shut around me “No I loved it,” shame burning my cheeks, “but I didn’t let him, he made me.”

“I think you owe everyone here a piece of that ass of yours, don’t you?” Jim was openly smiling now. He was standing further back then the others who were all leering at my legs. He held his hands up and pantomimed taking a picture, reminding me of the material he was holding over my head.

Defeated, I lowered my head and whispered, “Yes.”

“What? I didn’t hear that.” Jim said.

My head snapped up “Yes.”

“Yes what?” Jim said, “Tell us what you mean.”

“I think you should all fuck me” I was looking down again and whispering.

“You don’t sound very sincere.” Jim replied coldly. “Maybe you should get on your knees and beg for our cocks to convince us you really want them.”

“I think you should all fuck me” I looked up at the four men in the room. Humiliated, defeated, I was hoping to find compassion, but they were all smiling enjoying the show.