Natalie is Subjugated

A few moments later, Natalie was in the bathroom again. She was running the towel over her skin, drying the milk off her body. The after-ache of the powder was still ringing through her, making the corners of her eyes tear up. She wiped them away carefully, aware that behind her, the door was open. Davis' order. She wasn't allowed any privacy anymore at all. No matter what she did, for the rest of the night, someone would be following her. There were other orders she had to obey now too. She was just a ****, so anyone in the party could tell her to do anything, though Davis was still in charge above everyone else. She knew that they were planning to do something else to her too, as soon as she was finished here, so she was lingering for as long as she could, trying to let her body recover.

Natalie reflected that she had never expected things to get so intense as they had before. For all that she had done and experienced, she had never before had chilli powder applied to her womanhood, nor felt the burning bite of its heat. The threat of them using a toothbrush to directly tease her clitoris with it had actually made her break out in a cold sweat. It felt real, which was the reason she was still doing all of this. Never in her life since she had gotten her powers had she felt like this.

Even now, Connor was watching her from the door. His lecherous gaze resting on her naked body, moving between her hips and her chest. She was half tempted to cover herself, but knew that if she did he would happily punish her, and she hadn't fully recovered from the hot powder yet.

"Done yet?" He asked her in an annoyingly cheery voice. "I'm happy to wait all day, but I am sure that Davis probably won't be."

"I'm done," Natalie said, deciding that she had lingered as long as she was going to be able to. She turned to face him, the towel dropped to her feet. She was naked, and she saw his eyes swim over her. They were drawn to her breasts, then followed the curve of her body down towards her pussy. Natalie took a deep breath as he got an eyeful of her womanhood.

Then he gestured and she followed him back downstairs to the party. The bare floor felt cold against her naked feet. The air plucked at her skin. Her pulse was racing, fight or flight was now engaged for her. She intended to follow neither. There was one other option that was open to her. Submit.

Natalie sensed them before she saw them. The rest of the group was gathered in the living room, waiting for her to return. As she entered the room, Connor pushed her roughly to her knees. Natalie cried out in surprise, but caught herself.

Kneeling, she was **** to crawl on the ground towards her step brother. Davis looked down at her with a haughty grin until she was close enough to touch. Then he reached out, not for her chest but for her face. Natalie felt his fingers close around her chin, forcing her to look upwards into his eyes.

"I always wanted to do this sort of thing to you. Nat." He said with relish. "I never thought I'd have the chance. Tonight is going to be fun. Tonight, we're going go through all of my fantasies."

She could see the erection bulging inside of his pants. The look of arousal in his eyes. Connor and the others formed a rough circle around them, barring any chance of escape. Natalie whimpered in the back of her throat, but didn't know whether it was fear or anticipation. She could feel her skin crawling, goosebumps rising all over her. She gulped, swallowed. Tried to get rid of the dryness which was spreading through her mouth. Her knees were weak, even if she was told to raise now, she didn't know if she could have.

Davis' hands were soft against her face. His fingers curled around her chin. He stroked her hair with gentle motion, but his eyes were deep set and cold. Natalie felt a shiver worming its way through her. The crowd of party goers surrounded her on all sides. The message was clear. There was no escape.

Davis finally let go of her face, his hands fell down to the waistband of his trousers. Natalie realised he was pushing it down, exposing himself to her. His erection surged forth as he stepped out of the pants. He was hard from the sight of her naked body, the head of his cock was wet with desire. Natalie felt her eyes fix on it. She couldn't look away. Her breath caught in her throat and she reached for it. No one had given her an order, no one was commanding her to do this. But she knew it was expected. The silent pressure weighed against her.

His cock felt warm to the touch, she closed her hand around the shaft, her fingers curled about him. Davis made a noise of appreciation, and she started to move her hand back and forth. Pumping him slowly at first, but gaining speed. His member strained under her touch. His lust making him hard and solid. Natalie felt his cock in her hands, the motion of her wrist rolling back and forth as she got him off. Someone took a photo. She didn't know who, but it made her more aroused. She was being watched, recorded. This wasn't something that she could just make everyone forget. She bit her lower lip, she knew she shouldn't be doing this. She knew that it could spiral into something even she couldn't fully stop.

She went ahead anyway. Caught up in her own lust, her own desire. Her dreams and fantasies paved the road ahead as they always had before. The idea of being watched, being humiliated like this made her more and more aroused, and before long she could feel a wetness between her legs. Her pussy still stung from before, but that just played into things. Made her more and more aroused. She was a ****, she was a piece of meat who wouldn't get a call on whether she was used or not. Her own emotions, her own feelings didn't matter. All that mattered was that she make others feel good.

She jerked Davis off with one hand, and used the other to push off the ground, raising to her knees. Everyone was around her. Everyone was watching. Their eyes were on her body, her face was red. She gulped, and spread her knees as far as they could go, exposed her pussy to the room. No one had ordered this either, she wasn't being told to do it she was doing it on her own.

She ran her fingers through her folds, trailing her hand over her pussy. A shudder ran up her spine, a shiver of delight and dread both.

"What a slut," Someone said. "I can't believe she's getting so into it. Isn't she supposed to be a ****?"

"Well, I guess Davis was right after all," Said someone else. "She really does just want to get off. I was feeling sort of bad for her, but I suppose this is better for everoyne involved, huh?"

Natalie heard those words, and she wanted to shrink away from them. They weren't true! But on a deeper level, they absolutely were. She was the one who had set this into motion, she was the one who had allowed all of this to happen. Orders or not, Davis didn't really hold the power here. She did. And she was letting all of this happen, _making _all of this happen.

She moaned, the sound tearing its way free of her throat. Her fingers were soaked with her own wetness, her knees trembled at their touch. Her womanhood was pulsing with want and desire, each moment of contact sent pleasure spiking though her. Her breath caught in her throat, her face was hot and red, her nipples had grown harder and harder.

Davis was getting closer and closer to the edge now, he was moaning in tune with her motions. Her fingers moved abck and forth across his shaft. She could see the liquid leaking from the head of his cock and in a moment of creativity, she leaned forwards and her tongue licked it. She tasted him in her mouth, the tip of her tongue playing with the head of his shaft. He moaned at the contact, and Natalie opened her mouth wide and took him inside of it. His memebr stiffined as he felt her tongue wrapping around it. Her lips closed on his shaft. She started to suck him off, moving her head back and forth while her now freed hand played with her chest and nipples. Her other was between her legs, stroking and touching herself. She was breathing heavily, each moment a new wave of pleasure crested her body.

The crowd was still watching her. They were watching her get off to this. Watching her masturbate to being made to suck off her own step brother. Her hands moved faster, her nipples felt hot and tight as the tips of her fingers closed around them. Natalie had never felt so exposed. Everyone was watching her shame and humiliation.

Natalie loved it. She loved every minute of it. Her senses were screaming, her body felt alive. More alive than it did when she was doing anything else. A rush was thrumming through her being, better than any ****. This was what she lived for. This was what she did this for. This feeling, this moment. Torn between ecstasy and humiliation.

Davis came in her mouth, and she gagged, gulping down his seed was more a reflex than a choice. it tasted bad, and was sticky against her tongue. When it was over, she felt his hands at her face again, forcing her to look upwards into his gaze.

"I never expected you to be quite so on board with this plan, Nat," Davis laughed. "But it looks like you're a fan too. Wouldn't you say?"

"N-no..." Natalie said, "I would never want to do anything like this."

"That's what your words say, but your body is telling a different tale."

Natalie yelped as he gently prodded her pussy with his foot, his boot rubbing against her womanhood felt shamefully good. Davis laughed again at her obvious humiliation.

"Now what should we do with you next?" Davis asked. "I have to admit, what we've done so far has been fun. But it seems unfair that only I get to enjoy your body. Everyone else should get a chance too, shouldn't they?"

The crowd liked this idea. The guys cheered. Natalie could see that some of them already had erections.

"A gangbang could be a fun idea," Davis said. "Or we could do something else. Maybe see about some more humiliation for you? We do want you to understand your place, after all."