Humiliation

Connor worked with the bindings on the chair, gradually loosening them as Natalie squirmed. Davis vanished into the kitchen, returning with a bottle of milk which he had clearly taken from the fridge. Natalie twisted in her seat, biting her tongue to keep from moaning as the powder tormented her body. Her nipples were stiff and engorged and her labia were swollen, heat pulsed through her body in a cycle she could only try to ride out. She was breathing fast, and after a few moments, seemed to have regained some control over herself, but every so often, the heat would spike, threatening to tear a moan from her mouth.

Davis slathered the milk over her body, the icy cold touch made her eyes snap open with a surprised gasp. Almost as soon as it touched her, Natalie began to feel better. She had thought that milk only worked in your mouth to kill the effects of chilli, but it seemed that this was not the case. Nevertheless, Davis made sure to massage it into her body with his hands, rubbing her breasts, and tweaking her nipples, just to be safe. He spent so long doing this in fact that Natalie realised he was playing a game with her, paying so much attention to her chest while her womanhood was still feeling the effects of the powder. At first, she tried to endure it, but her nipples still felt so sensitive, and the heat rising from her pussy twisted through her like a knife. Connor was supposed to be undoing the ropes which held her, but he was taking his damn time.

As the heat between her legs rose and rose, Natalie wrestled with the equally increasing humiliation, until at last, she felt she had ****.

"Please, Davis, can you give my chest a break and pour some of that milk between my legs?"

"I don't know, Natalie." Davis said, "Why would you need me to pour milk between your legs?"

"T-the chilli powder, Davis!"

"Hmmm, I don't know. How much do you want it? Why don't you ask me properly? Make it as humiliating for yourself as possible. If you can't convince me that you're really trying, then I'll just leave you for another few minutes."

Natalie gasped, drawing in a sharp breath as she felt the heat spike again. Her chest felt tight, and her blood was rushing to her face. A sense of desperation was filling her, a willingness to do anything to make the pain stop.

"Please master..." She said through gritted teeth, not believing the words that were coming out of her mouth nor for that matter just how little she had to think to find out what to say. It sprang from her, the same part of her that was enjoying all of this. "My... my pussy is so hot... I can't bear it anymore. I know I am just a worthless **** who doesn't know her place, but I am begging for your help."

"Hmmm..." Davis pretended to consider it, "I tell you what, I'll do it if you can give me a good reason that will appeal to me. Now think carefully about what you say, Nat because you get only one chance."

A sly grin appeared on his face as an idea blossomed in his mind.

"If you can find the right reason, I'll give you relief. If you can't, then I am going to take a bunch of chillies, slice them up so the juice starts to leak out, and have everyone here hold you down as we insert them into you one by one."

Natalie's breath caught in her throat, the cold shock of fear obscuring even the heat for a moment. Her first thought was that Davis wouldn't do that. Her second thought was that he absolutely would considering her changes to his personality. Her heart started to beat fast, and she felt a real sense of danger. Something she had not experienced for so very long. She had to end it now! She had to close this before it got out of hands!

She didn't, though. Natalie realised even as this whole thing spiralled wildly out of control that this was the most alive she'd felt in ages. Everything was sharper, clearer, more stimulating because it wasn't under her control anymore. If she ended it now, she might never be able to recapture that feeling.

On the other hand, having a bunch of chillies shoved up her pussy wasn't exactly every girl's dream. She had only one chance to avoid that fate if she wasn't going to use her powers, and that was to give Davis a reason that would resonate with him. Somehow, ''it's hurting me'' probably wasn't going to be enough.

"I..." Natalie tried to gather her courage, licking her lips as she prepared to put forth her reasoning. She'd done this sort of thing before, been in the power of men who thought they had absolute control, and though the stakes had never been higher, she knew what they generally wanted to hear.

But to her own step-brother?

In front of all his friends?

Could she do that?

The heat between her legs made her ball her hands into fists, gritting her teeth before the wave passed and lessened, though did not totally vanish. It left her with one solid conclusion. She didn't have a choice.

"I-if you don't help me, I'll be a terrible sex ****..." Natalie said, using her best seductive voice, looking up into the eyes of her step-brother, "If my pussy is covered in hot powder, how are you going to be able to use it?"

The idea of reducing herself to an object, to a pussy made her squirm but not as much as the heat rising from her lower limits. She felt her pulse quickening, Davis considered her answer. If he didn't like it, was she going to use her power? Natalie was scared because even she didn't know. If he carried out his threat, would she protect herself, or would her addiction to more and more vivid games carry her through? **** her to endure it?

She didn't know which she would do.

Shen didn't know which she wanted to do.

"Use your pussy?" Davis said, parroting her words, "You mean you want to be used like that?"

"Please, Davis..."

"Do you want to be a sex ****? To service all of us? To do what we tell you, no matter how disgraceful it is?"

"Yes! God yes! Just pour the damn milk already!"

He chuckled, but tipped the bottle, Natalie felt it spill across her lower body, the heat cut out, the feeling so blissful that she arched her back, her head rolling back. No orgasm had ever felt quite as good, no sex toy had ever brought her the relief she felt at that moment as the chilli was washed away and the heat was damped down by the milk.

The ropes which held her to the chair finally loosened, and Natalie felt a towel hit her in the face.

"Get cleaned up," Davis said, "We don't want our entertainment messy just yet.