More fun than Vicky's going to have!

"Fucking shit," Lawrence says as he ogles your naked body. His eyes are crawling over your exposed skin, your messy blond hair, your quivering tits.

Thomas chimes in, "If I had a preschool teacher like you, I never would have made it to Kindergarten!" Thomas's fat body shakes with laughter, and Lawrence's stuck-up guffaw joins in. The sounds of the other boys making preparations for lunch seem dangerously far away.

"So, you're a little thief, slut?" Even though Patrick started calling you by your name, it seems like Lawrence isn't going to be so gentle.

"Yes, Sir," you say, mortified to be in this position with two 19-year old boys.

"You know what stealing leads to, Lawrence?" Thomas grins.

"What's that?"

"Breaking and entering!" Both boys laugh at Thomas's disgusting joke. You remain stony. "What, you don't think that's funny?" he asks you.

"Oh, no, I mean, yes, Sir. It's funny," you stammer.

"Cunt," he replies. "Here, this is what's funny. Stand up, bitch." You immediately do as he orders you. "Ooooh, very good, very good," he coos. "Now, put your hands against that tree over there, and don't move until I tell you to."

Again, you do as Thomas commands.

Both boys move in close to examine your ass. You can feel their breath on your tender skin. Of course, they'd both recently been pawing all over your body before shooting their loads on your helpless body .... but they didn't get a good look at your ass.

"Tell me about the first time you had sex, whore." Lawrence asks. What the fuck? Why is he asking me that? you think. You can't bear to tell these boys about losing your virginity on a youth group retreat - and you'd be just as embarrassed to say that it didn't happen until you were in college.

Apparently, you've been quiet too long because you feel a sharp sting on your already burning ass. Lawrence (or was it Thomas) spanked you!

You whirl around to face the boys. "What the fuck? Patrick said you're not allowed to touch me!"

"You shut your mouth, slut. He also said you had to do what we tell you. You break the rules, we break the rules. And who do you think Patrick would be madder at?"

Fuck. This is going to be bad.

"Now back against that goddamn tree and tell me who was the first guy to pierce your juicy pussy."

Humiliated and defeated, you turn back around. While Thomas and Lawrence leer at your naked form, you recount sneaking off from your youth retreat in New Orleans, having sex in your best friend's hotel room, and lying about it to your church counselor.

"Nice story, bitch," Lawrence presses. "How often do you masturbate to that story?"

Your stomach lurches. Just lie. "I don't masturbate about that, Sir."

"Oh, I bet she doesn't," Thomas jeers. "I bet she's into way kinkier stuff than sex in hotels."

"Hey, I have an idea," Lawrence says. "Let's play a game."