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For anyone who might have skipped ahead: In the last part (scroll for a summary)......................................... Emily's past sexual abuse at the hands of her uncle was revealed by her 'best friend', there was a trauma induced flashback type scenario, superimposing memories over reality, 'allowing'/forcing Emily to perform as she once did for her abuser, before she blacked out overwhelmed.His body leant over me, covering me in His shadow. I opened my eyes and looked up, my happy smile dying as His glassy eyes stared down at me accusingly, like he could see into my very soul. The creeping sense of wrongness grew as a sinister grin spread impossibly wide across His face. I'd lost Him once, and momma too... if He'd come back for me, forgiven me, maybe I could forgive myself. I'd be such a good girl, He'd never leave me again, we could... we could...
The thought exploded, and with it His image. He wasn't staring down at me, a boy was... a boy I... recognition came slowly, the fog wrapped around my brain drifting away bit by bit.
"huu" I groaned, struggling to free my voice muffled in my ears for some reason. My effort met with an amused grin. His lips quirked as he leant over me, eyes his eyes locked on mine. Moving closer until... Was he going to kiss me? He was certainly close enough, the slightest movement and his lips would meet mine. I blushed furiously in anticipation as I willed him to close the gap. And he turned away.
His lips parted, grazing my cheek as he spoke. "Welcome back slut," he spat out, blowing the last of the fog away with a cold, hard shock, dragging my mind kicking and screaming back into the present, "enjoy yourself? We sure did!"
I squeezed my eyes closed tight at his words, unable to avoid the mocking laughter that sprang up all around me. I could feel the pressure of a thousand eyes staring down at me as my disjointed memories slammed together, coalescing to show me everything that had just happened. What I'd just done... and why.
I wailed my heartbreak into the gag, raking my hands down over my face in anguish as each moment hammered down on me one after the other, willing the ground to open wide and swallow me whole...
"Uh-uh..." Bry... the Bitch's voice crooned as soft hands grabbed my wrists, "can't let you do that... Uncle Harvey wouldn't like that."
His name hit me like a bucket of ice water, freezing the blood in my veins as I realised - she knew, they all knew. The certainty that they had me at their mercy now blazed through my body like a streak of lightning - and I knew, she wouldn't even need the videos - she could destroy me with nothing more than a whisper in the wrong ear. He had already taken my mother from me, I couldn't lose anyone else.
"Better," she said cheerfully when I stopped struggling, laying there limp, unresisting. Numbed by the darkness pouring into my soul, "well, my little star, we got what we needed so it's time for your presents..."
She thrusted a jewellery box out towards me, dropping it onto my stomach with a frustrated grunt when I didn't reach out for it. The case flipped open as it landed, its contents glinting in the early evening light.
"You'll wear that ring for the year," she said conversationally, "so everyone knows you're our chosen one but, first things first," she frowned, her voice ringing with exaggerated disappointment as she continued, "you was a baaaad little girl earlier wasn't you now... playing with yourself like that in front of everybody! Hurting poor Taylor! It's time to play spin the dare!"
I didn't think I could feel any lower at that point, hurting & humiliated as I was. I'd soon find out how wrong I was.
The rules were simple, she'd explained, all I had to do was spin a bottle, whoever it landed on would draw a dare from the hat that I'd have to try, or I could pass and accept a forfeit... two strokes of the paddle she'd shown me on my already thoroughly spanked behind.
I'd have an hour, and would collect a forfeit for every dare failed and any remaining in the hat. A quick glance was all it took, the beanie she was holding was packed tight, stretched to its limits. There had to be over a hundred dares in there. Everyone knew an hour wouldn't even be close to enough time, but that was the point wasn't it... this whole things was just an excuse for them to inflict more pain and humiliation on me. But what choice did I have?
Things weren't too hard initially, humiliating certainly - designed to emphasis my nudity, but not impossible... if you didn't have two left feet that is... completing 20 sit ups in a minute left me flushed and sweaty, both from the exercise itself and the shame I felt every time the crowd cheered the view they were getting when my lips gaped open.
Trying to twerk landed me on my face and earned me my first punishment chit... too be collected later, bitch didn't mention that bit now did she... the thought of taking however many swats in one go left me shaking, my legs feeling so weak I struggled to regain my feet.... stand still while we tickle you - fail, dance, cartwheel, spin an imaginary hula hoop for 2 whole minutes - fail, fail, fail!
And then the bottle landed on Taylor fucking Monroe. He looked up from the card, looking at me like a drowning man might a bottle of water - "Kiss..."
"Forfeit!" The words passed my lips before he'd even finished the sentence. I might be trapped, they may be bending me to their will... but I wasn't broken yet dammit. I'd refuse to do anything for him or the bitch or, I supposed, my own personal Judas - if she ever dared show her face again.
He actually had the nerve to look hurt as the bottle span, jealous even when I didn't object to kissing some other boy I didn't know.
And then the orders got darker, more demeaning. 'Crawl to me like a doggy'... 'finger yourself'... 'shake that booty'... 'twist your nipples'... 'hump me like a dog in heat'... silent tears of shame streamed down my face, the stimulation too much, the evidence of my body's arousal grew impossible to hide as even as I silently screamed the worst curses I could imagine at them all - complying only to minimise the pain I'd be feeling later.
'Kiss Taylor'... the words took too long to register, he was stood in front of me, leaning in to press his lips to mine, trying to steal that which he'd been denied earlier.
"Forfeit, Forfeit, Forfeit!!" Spittle splashing across his face from the vehemence of words as I backed away, followed by a groan of pain as the back of my head slammed into the ground.
I looked from my traitorous feet up to his angry face, unable to help the groggy smile that briefly flashed across my lips, knowing I'd pay for it later, surprised to find I didn't care one little bit, it was worth it.
Later came much too quickly... my exhausted, unresisting body returned to the frame while my sentence was decided.