Natalie is Presented to the Group

Conner stepped forwards without another word, reaching for her as she stood in the corner. Natalie was ready for him, and struggled as she felt him twisting her arm behind her back. There was some pain as her muscles strained, but between trying to shield her pussy and fight him off, she wasn't able to do either, and she felt him twist both of her hands behind her back.

"That hurts!" She said, struggling against his hold, though he was without empathy or weakness, she could feel him, his hands holding her wrists. His breathing tickled her neck, and the warmth of his body pressed into her own from behind. "Conner, let go!"

"I don't think so," he breathed into her ear, "You're coming downstairs to meet the rest of the party, and we'll see what they think of you now. I bet that you're not going to enjoy it, Natalie."

Her heart beat in a frenzy, and her skin felt cold, like someone had dumped a bucket of ice over it, Natalie struggled and squirmed some more, but he was stronger than her, and managed to **** her step by step towards the doorway. She threw her head back, trembling as the door loomed larger and larger.

"Conner! M-my panties!"

"Leave them!"

"I can't go out like this!"

"You can't not!"

"I-I'll do anything!"

"Should have thought of that before!" He was almost gleeful as he kicked open the door, and **** her out into the hall. Holding her wrists behind her back, he **** her to stumble forwards. Natalie's panic rose to engulf her, the carpet felt rough against her bare feet. She wasn't wearing anything from the waist down and people were going to see her! She felt like she wanted to die here and now, anything but what was coming!

Yet, even as she struggled and writhed, and fought against his control, the idea of being ****-marched half naked downstairs to be presented to everyone was...well, seriously hot. Excitement flushed through her body, and her legs felt shaky and weak. Conner behind her was a constant presence, forcing her forwards without rest or a chance to gather her wits. She felt her body acutely, especially her lower self, the pale skin of her legs was pockmarked with goosebumps. Before long, she was bundled down the stairs, and shoved into the main room. Natalie stumbled for a few steps, especially since Conner had pushed her forwards, finally releasing her hands. For a moment, she flailed, and then she caught herself. her face went red, as she looked around, finding herself in the centre of what used to be the party.

Around the room, the guests had gathered. Six of them now in total, two girls, including Erika who was totally naked now, and four guys, including Conner and Davis. Natalie stood right in the middle of them, her heart hammering in her chest. It was like a nightmare, the sort she used to have when she was younger. Back before she realised that going to class without clothes was actually something she liked doing. She felt naked and **** under their combined gazes, like she wanted to shrivel up and roll away. No matter where she looked, someone was focusing on her. She looked around the room, seeking empathy or sympathy, but she could find none, for she had removed it herself.

Finally, she came face to face with her step-brother, Davis. He was standing by the wall, his phone was in his hand, and there was a video playing on it, though he ignored it. Natalie didn't have to look too hard to know it was the video of her touching herself. She looked into his eyes, perhaps seeking some sort of release or escape. But she found none. Instead, he looked at her like an object, like a thing.

"Davis..." She said, her hands moving to cover her pussy again. She could feel tears prickling the corners of her eyes, but also a growing heat between her legs. Her heart was beating, thrumming in her chest, and the heady sense of arousal was coiling about her mind. Fuck! Why did this feel so hot? Why did it feel so real this time? Her breath caught in her throat, she was nervous, genuinely trembling as she stood under the gaze of the whole group.

She cleared her throat, trying to project an image of power.

"Davis!" She tried again, "I need some more clothes now! Your asshole of a friend frogmarched me out of the bathroom before I could gather my things!"

David didn't move. He was watching her, Natalie gulped, she could feel the others making the same calculation too. She was outnumbered, half naked, they had a video of her masturbating which could ruin her life if it got out. The only power she had over them was power that they gave her.

And she'd taken away their empathy.

Slowly, Davis looked one way and then another, getting nods from the rest of the group, and then at last, turned back to her.

"Natalie..." He said, "I have to admit, I always wondered how big of a slut you were. Back when we first met each other, I was so mad at you, I felt like i hated you, so I told myself that you had to be the biggest whore ever. Later, as I got older, I realised how much of an asshole I was being... that it was my own issues, not yours... but now, are you trying to prove that I was right before?"

"That's not the same thing!" Natalie said, her face coloured, "I mean, I touched myself, but..."

"She enjoyed it quite a bit too!" Conner said, "As you can all see in the video! Looks like little Erika got her all hot and bothered!"

Natalie flinched, but still tried to stand up to the gaze of the group. Trying to explain female sexuality to them was probably not going to go down too well, she figured. Besides, she was pretty sure that Davis had only called her that to dehumanise her, to make what he wanted to do easier for himself. It seemed like, even with his empathy dialled down, some part of him still saw her as a person. That was interesting. Most people didn't. When their empathy was reduced, and their arousal enhanced, most people just acted out their fantasies, using anyone else that got in their way.

Slowly, Davis started to walk forwards, moving past the others, until he was right in front of her. Natalie was still shielding her mound with both of her hands, and was now quite glad that she still had her top and bra.

"I always thought that you were hot." Davis admitted, a hint of colour in his own cheeks. "Sexy. The way you lounged around, and when you used to wear a bikini at the beach. Of course, I couldn't really do anything about it... Now, I have that power. Now, I can do whatever I want to you."

"So long as you share!" Someone in the crowd called out, triggering a ripple of nervous but anticipatory laughter.

Natalie felt her in sides quake as Davis turned away, pacing back and forth as his mind worked. The air grew tense, and she could feel her body tingling.

"I..." Natalie gulped, but gathered her courage, "I'm not going to be your ****, Davis. I don't care that you have that video. You're not going to get anything out of me."

Davis turned, regarding her coldly, his eyes glittered in a way that was so unlike him.

"We'll see. Guys, tie her up. We're going to see if we can change her mind."