Davis Offers Her a Choice

"What do you think, Natalie?" Davis asked suddenly. Natalie looked up at him. Her body felt hot. With so much attention on her, she was practically shaking. Her fingers were still dripping with her own wetness, her knees were still spread, her legs sticking out at an awkward angle. Her breathing was ragged and heavy. Arousal twisted inside of her like a snake.

"W-what do you mean?" She asked. "What do I think about what?"

"About what we should do with you next, of course," Davis chuckled. "Since it seems that you're rather more willing to participate than I thought you'd be."

He bumped her pussy again with the toe of his boot. The impact sent shivers racing through her.

"I want you to decide between the two outcomes," Davis explained to her. "Either way, you're going to be fucked and used, so don't think I am offering you a way out. You have two choices here. Either you choose humiliation, and we're all going to have fun breaking you down and showing you what you really are, or else you are going to choose to be fucked by everyone here. Serving as their slut and **** for the rest of the day. Perhaps even longer. So what do you think? What's it going to be?"

"I want..." Her voice trembled. She didn't know what she was about to say. Davis watched, enjoying her squirming. To agree to any of what he had just suggested sounded like madness, but that was the point. She realised that he wanted to make her complicit. An actual perpitrator rather than just a victim. It amused him to think that she was willingly joining in, and the idea of being made to choose her fate like this turned her on as well. The problem was, she didn't know which one she should go with!

The first option, to be humiliated, the very thought of it made the blood rush to her face. Davis had already done so much in that direction, what more would he do if she asked for it? How far would he go? There were plenty of ways that he could really drive in just how helpless and hopeless her situation was. She gulped, a shiver of fear and desire twisted around her spine. She was sure that if she choose this option, Davis would get downright inventive.

On the other hand, the idea of just being used right now by everyone present had a sort of primal appeal to her. She was soaking down there, her clit buzzing with desire. She could feel the aching want which echoed between her legs. The thought of having her arms bent behind her back and tied or held while someone fucked her was hard to resist. Maybe it wouldn't just be one, but many at the same time? A cock between her legs and a cock in her ass, her hands splayed out, maybe being used to jerk off two other guys at the same time? She imagined being used like that. Reduced to a simple sex toy all the while everying else watched.

It was hard to imagine what it would feel like, but the thought of it made her tremble.

What did she want to choose? How did she want this to go?