Natalie is Made To Beg

Before another ten minutes passed, Natalie found herself marched to a chair in the living room and **** to sit down on on the cold wood. Someone had found ropes from somewhere, and used them to tie her hands to the arm rests, and her legs to the chair's own legs. The crowd mulled around her, confused and interested while Natalie tried to wrest her body free. The ropes were well done, and the knots were strong, and she soon realised that this would not be an option. She growled, and kept trying anyway, feeling the sweat beading on the back of her neck.

One of the female party guests - Erika - was standing watching her from afar, and Natalie felt a flash of humiliation when she realised that she was touching herself to the sight of the bound woman! Natalie's arms and were tied to the chair, and her legs were semi spread, so she had no way to cover herself, and the wrestling against the ropes was showing off her chest. Erika couldn't seem to tear her eyes away, and for a moment, Natalie couldn't either. Erika's hand was working her mound, rubbing the entrance to her pussy with circular motions that must have made her legs feel shaky. The dampness which was already there only served to accentuate her arousal. Natalie watched, feeling her stomach tingling, she could feel a heat rising through her body, through her chest and up her neck, spreading towards her face. She was watching Erika masturbate to her, the blond girl's other hand was teasing her left nipple, stroking and caressing it, Erika was biting her lower lip. Natalie could feel her heart beating fast. She didn't know quite why she found it so arousing, but it made her feel hot and dried her throat.

Gently touching herself wasn't enough for Erika anymore. As Natalie watched, she started to pinch her nipple more harshly, her fingers curled, and she started to enter herself, pumping her digits back and forth in a frenzy. She moaned, some people were turning to watch her now, but most were still gazing at Natalie. Erika was a common thing in these parties, but Natalie was new.

Natalie, though, had eyes only for Erika. The blond woman was masturbating furiously, her hand moving back and forth, her other pinching her nipples, tweaking her breasts, teasing herself every way she could. Erika was masturbating to her naked body, just the same way that she had masturbated to Erika's. Natalie's head was spinning, and her breathing was getting faster.

"I think she's getting turned on by this!" Someone shouted, "Erika's making her wet!"

"N-no..." Natalie mumbled, "It's not like that, I just-"

"Just what? Look at you, you're soaking and you already fucked yourself once to her, didn't you?"

Natalie said nothing, knowing there was nothing to say. She could feel the heat and tightness in her lower body, and her heart hammered, ticking away the moments as she could not shield or defend herself in any way.

But, part of her noted, Davis wasn't there. He wasn't part of the group. Even as they'd tied her up, he'd taken Conner and gone into the kitchen. If she focused, she could just barely hear them talking, but focusing was hard and getting harder. Her skin was breaking out in goosebumps, her blood was rushing headlong through her veins. Her nipples were standing proud and erect, and her pussy was glinting with liquid. No one could fail to see how aroused she was there. They all knew, every single one of them could see her desires.

Natalie struggled against the ropes which held her to the chair, trying to look at least like she was still trying to get away. But someone might have noticed the way that her struggling made her chest stand out all the more, and how she moaned just a bit more than she had to.

"All right, everyone back off!" Said a voice, and the group parted as Conner and Davis came back towards her. They were carrying bowls, which they put down on the table beside her. For a moment, Davis looked her over, his eyes lingered on her naked body, her breasts, her nipples, and then following the curve of her body towards her thighs. Natalie felt herself blush, but managed to croak out a retort.

"Have you seen enough yet, asshole? I'm going to get you for this Davis I swear it."

Davis shook his head.

"That's not the way a new **** should be acting, Natalie."

"You bastard, I'm your step-sister, not your fuck ****!"

"Hmm, really? Because I don't think that a step sister should ditch her brother's party to go and masturbate to one of his friends in the bathroom. Much less forget to lock the door and get filmed doing it! That was really stupid, Nat. But it does seem to be the kind of thing a fuck **** might do."

Natalie frowned, and opened her mouth to snarl at him, but he waved her down.

"It doesn't matter anyway. You're going to agree here and now to do whatever we tell you."

"Fuck you!"

"That might be one of those things, yes." Davis chuckled, "but it's no fun if you don't ask us to do them. So beg us to make you our ****, Natalie."

"Dream on!" Natalie felt her heart hammering in her chest. She looked from Davis to Conner, and then to the rest of the group but not a one of them had the slightest shred of sympathy for her. She'd dialled back their empathy, and it was like being surrounded by a pack of wolves, turning this way and that just waiting for them to strike. Everyone knew what was going to happen, even Natalie. She was just desperately pretending that she didn't right up until she had **** but to accept it.

"If you don't beg us, we'll make you."

"Make me? Just try it!"

"We'll do more than try." Conner said, stepping forward. "Don't you know what we were up to in the kitchen? Your folks are good cooks, you know. They make sure to keep up with all of the things they might need to make a big meal at a moment's notice. You know, things like spices?"

"S-spices?" Natalie felt her face go pale as the coin dropped. She looked again at the bowls on the table with a new terror. "Davis, you wouldn't..."

"Last chance to give up before we start."

"I..." She gulped, she'd never expected it could turn out like this. Her heart was beating fast, Davis' threat swept through her mind. She could feel a tightly curled ball of fear in her gut. Actual fear! She'd not felt real fear like this in years! It made her feel alive, like the whole thing was rapidly spinning out of her control.

On the other side of the room, Erika was watching her intently, her eyes were large, and somehow deep, like Natalie was at risk of being drawn into them. She could feel the other woman's gaze, her curiosity.

"N-No." Natalie said, turning her gaze back to Davis. "You wouldn't dare.."

"Oh, good." Davis said, looking relieved at her answer. "For a moment, I thought you might just give up and take away all of the fun."

He gestured, and someone fetched one of the bowls from the table. Davis took it slowly, and then with a grin, showing it to Natalie, letting her see that it was full of red powder.

"Chilli powder." Davis said, "Not the strongest stuff we could have used, but we wanted to start mildly. What do you think we're going to do with this, Nat? If you think we're going to make you eat it, you're hopelessly naive."

Both Davis and Conner dipped their hands into the bowl, rubbing their fingers over the powder until they were red, and then stepped towards Natalie. She felt sweat breaking out on her forehead, and her naked body tried to edge away, but the chair held her, and there was nowhere to go. Natalie squirmed, trying to kick out even though her legs were bound. The two men loomed closer, their shadows covering her body, their dusty hands reaching for her chest.

Natalie felt their fingers make contact with her skin, Davis on one side and Conner on the other. She pressed her eyes tightly closed, but that didn't much matter when they were touching her. Her skin screamed, her nerves - taut and prone with anticipation - started to call out with a sickening sense of pleasure. They went for her nipples, kneading them between their fingers, rubbing them and pinching them. Conner was grinding one between her thumb and forefinger while Davis rubbed his index finger slowly around her areola.

Natalie bit her tongue, trying not to moan, but it was clear from the way she moved how good it felt to be finally touched.

"You know, I always wanted to do this." Davis said. "Touch you, I mean. You always used to tease me when we were younger, you were always so sexy, Natalie. Lounging around half naked, letting me catch an eyeful, but never going further. I always wanted to know what it was like to touch you, to feel you, to hear you moan my name."

When they were sure that their job was done, they stepped back. Natalie twisted in the chair, feeling her nipples start to warm themselves as the chilli went to work. At first it wasn't bad. Almost pleasant, even, but the heat kept building and building. Warm became hot, and hot became boiling. Her skin started to crawl, and then to cry out for relief. Natalie threw her head back, moaning for a different reason as both of her nipples started to burn. She gritted her teeth, refusing to truly cry out, even as her body started to betray her.

Davis fell to one knee, his hand moving back for the bowl. His fingers dragged through the red powder again before emerging with a new load. Natalie saw where he was going next, and shook her head.

"Davis please! N-not there!"

"That depends, are you going to become our **** yet?"

Natalie shook her head, trying to blink away the tears from her eyes.

"Well then, we're not going to stop are we?"

She jumped as she felt his fingers between her legs. He stroked her mound, almost savouring the touch. Her skin prickled, and then started to heat up in the wake of his fingers as they stroked her, made her quiver. Natalie gulped, shaking her head from side to side as his digits slid up and down her slit, making sure to cover her with the painful dust.

The heat started to build between her legs as well. Natalie gasped and choked as she tried to breath, her skin tingled, starting with a pleasant feeling of sensitivity, but then moving more and more into the other side of things. Her nipples were throbbing now, each one a tiny white hot ball of heat. She could feel the tears trickling down the side of her face.

Holy fuck, holy shit, her nerves were on fire! Natalie's mind was a chaos of sensitisation, lust and shock. In all of the years that she had been using her gift,she had never felt something like this before. It felt as though her nipples and her pussy were on fire, except where a fire might eventually go out, the painful heat which washed through her body continued to build and build. Natalie's toes curled, and her fists balled. She tried to take her mind off it, to think of other things, but it was made impossible by the pulsing throb which resonated through her body. The heat was spreading, but it was most concentrated where Davis and Conner had put it. Her nipples were aching terribly, but it was her pussy which felt the worst. The skin of her lower lips, her labia, was some of the most sensitive of her whole body. It commanded total attention as she felt them heating up, the fire which burned there was the most pressing, the hottest, the most demanding. Natalie couldn't think of anything else, every time she tried, the pain dragged her back to it. She squirmed and moaned, but that did nothing. Her hands were bound, she she couldn't try to clean the spice off her. All she could do was sit and endure it, and this became harder and harder as the chilli activated her nerve endings, making them scream for it to be over.

She was breathing fast, like that would help to manage the pain. She tried to blink away the tears. and saw that Erika was touching herself again, one of her fingers was stained red, and she was using it to fuck herself! It must have been agony, but she looked like she was enjoying it, the throes of orgasm clear on her face. Elsewhere, some of the guys were stroking themselves too, with hands in their pants, and erections clear to be seen.

She gasped and moaned, helpless in the face of the burning tide which was sweeping over her body. Her skin felt like it was melting, as if all the heat of a sun had been pressed into the three exact worst spots for it that she had. And everyone was watching! They were seeing her writhe and cry, seeing the reaction that her torment had brought forth.

"F-fuck..." She moaned, "Holy shit... fuck fuck fuck!"

Davis chuckled.

"Do you want to give up now? We have more powder, and we've not yet run out of places to put it."

He grabbed something from the table, it was a toothbrush.

"With this, we could probably get some of the powder right on your little clit. I bet that'd make you squirm, Natalie!"

"N-No!" Natalie cried out, imagining the sheer agony of that situation, The heat which flowed from her breasts and labia were more than enough, but from her clitoris as well?It would be actual ****!

"Then you know what you have to say."

Natalie **** her body to take a deep breath, struggling against the waves of heat; she looked around, seeing every eye on the room was on her, the weight of the moment felt heavy, crushing. Her quiet desperation, the clear arousal of the party guests, the obvious joy that Davis was taking in her suffering. It all combined to make a moment that felt totally new to her. That she had never felt before.

Natalie felt her head lower, her eyes latch onto the floor, the words which emerged from her mouth, she could almost not belief she was saying.

"P-please Davis....please don't do this..."

"That's not what I want to hear."

He took the brush and started to move closer to her, Natalie felt an explosion of panic which propelled her next words.

"Please make me your sex ****, Davis!"

He paused, grinning.

"What was that, Natalie? I thought you said that you would never give up. What do you want to be?"

"I...I want to be your fuck toy! Please just don't put any of that on my clit! L-let me wash this stuff off, I beg you!"

"And you'll do everything we see, and be a perfectly obedient little ****?"

"Yes! I swear!"

"All right." Davis stepped back. "But just remember, if you don't live up to your promise, we have plenty of chilli we can reapply later."