Blackmailed by a Bully
10

Freida stared at Damon, wide-eyed and pleading.

He stared back for a minute before bursting out laughing at her.

"She's so cute when she looks at me like that," he said, turning her to face his friends. She gave them the same look, hoping they would take her meaning. Hoping they would not use her for sex. Their expressions did not fill her with hope.

As she tried to tell her feet to move to run and not stop-she felt Damon's arms circling her from behind. He was so tall he could rest his chin on the top of her head. "Mine," he said, squeezing her.

She could feel the hardness of him pressing into her back, and strangely, it didn't feel bad.

Encircled in his arms, she felt almost safe. His grip was so strong. So powerful. It made her feel... precious.

It was the same feeling she'd had on her secret meetings with Mr Preston. Like she was somehow magical-something special that he coveted.

Thinking about him-she felt guilty. It had been so long since they had last met up. Surely he had to be worried about her?

'Worry about that later,' Freida told herself.

"So, no, you cannot sleep with her. But you can do whatever else you want to her," Damon said.

"Go get us some drinks," Damon demanded, releasing her from his grip.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"What would you like, Sir?" Damon corrected her, eyes flashing a warning.

"What would you like, Sir?" she repeated. This made the others giggle, almost as if they felt embarrassed on her behalf.

'Weirdos,' she thought. 'You lot are a bunch of sad weirdos.'

"There are some Coronas in the fridge," he told her.

When Freida inspected the fridge, she found a box of eighteen beers. There was a bottle opener already out on the side, so she used it to cack the tops off four of them and carried them into the living room. "Are you dumb or something," Damon asked, scowling as she handed him the bottle.

"Corona is served with lime slices," he told her as if this was common knowledge everyone should have stored in their memory banks.

"Yeah, I thought it was served with a pinch of coughing and a side order of being dead," she said, making a Covid joke before her brain could filter her mouth.

The other three guys seemed to replace it a lot funnier than Damon.

"She's fucking funny, Man," Ben said, defending himself from the larger guy's death stare.

"She's gonna replace out how funny she is when I shove my massive cock up her arse," Damon scathed.

The mental image made her gulp and submit to him. "I'll go get that lime, Sir."

This made the other guys laugh even more, much to the annoyance of her lord and master.

She cut up the lime that she hadn't spotted before, sitting right next to the bottle opener.

After making four small pieces, she licked the sour taste from her fingers and popped them into the bottles. She had to lean over to reach Ron's bottle, and he gave her an odd little smile as she poked it in with her finger, almost as if he felt guilty or sorry for her.

"Come here and get on your knees," Damon barked at her. For a horrible moment, she thought he was going to make her suck him off. All of the blood in her body rushed to her face so fast she thought she might faint. But he didn't. He lit up a cigarette.

"Hold your hands like this," he said, taking her hands inside his and cupping them.

Feeling like the world's biggest idiot, she sat there, half-naked, while he used her as a living ashtray.

It didn't hurt. The ash was already cold and flaking away before it hit her flesh.

'But what is he going to do with the butt?' she wondered. Getting a load of cigarette burns wasn't exactly the top of her bucket list of things to do.

Once he was finished with his cigarette, he told her to open her mouth.

She was expecting him to snub the cigarette out on her tongue, but instead, he leaned forward and spat into her mouth.

He then carefully put it out in the little puddle of spit before dropping it into her hands.

'Well that's the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me,' she thought, not knowing what to do with his spittle.

"Swallow it," he said as if reading her mind.

It tasted like ash and burn.

"Aww, does that taste bad?" he asked.

"Do you want an honest answer or..." she replied.

"Can we play with her?" Ben asked suddenly. He got up from his seat and hovered over her.

"Sure," Damon said. "Do what you want to her. But no sex. That's only for me."

"Get on all fours," Ben demanded.

Freida did not see much point in arguing. She did as she was told, feeling the height of her humiliation as her dress rose up, and he inspected her formally 'private' region. She almost shrieked when he poked a finger inside her.

His fingers explored her pussy, poking at her as if he'd never seen one before.

'He's trying to turn me on,' she realised, but his touch was clumsy and way too rough to feel nice, even if she was in the mood, and she most certainly was not.

He seemed to grow annoyed and angry with her and replaced his fingers with something worse. Whatever it was, Freida couldn't see, but it was cold and hard. She didn't react. Just knelt there like a statute.

'They want a reaction,' she thought. 'So I won't give them one.'

Her lack of response did not stop them all from taking turns at inserting various items inside her.

Only Damon seemed disinterested. He sat and watched them play with her like a toy, his lip curled up in confusion.

"You act as if you've never seen one before," he commented. "Ben... does Chelsea not put out?"

"She's more of a prude than she makes out," Ben said, rolling his eyes.

When they got bored of that, they made her roll onto her back and took turns at spitting in her mouth. They even made a game out of it. Damon did join this time. "Let's piss in her mouth," Ben suggested, but thankfully Damon punched him in the side.

"You ain't getting piss all over my carpets," he scolded.

'Oh, yeah we wouldn't want to hurt the precious carpets,' Freida thought angrily.

After they got bored of that, they played music and made her dance like a stripper as they drank more beer.

"Come here and down this," Damon said, passing her one of the beers. She wasn't a huge fan of beer, but being slightly drunk might actually make the whole experience less God-awful. She gulped it down as they cheered, then continued to dance for them.

They began to shout for her to take it all off, and she turned to Damon.

He nodded.

'Well I'm practically naked at this point anyway,' she thought. She slipped it onto the floor and looked up just as Jayce and a whole group of guys piled into the living room. 'Not again damn it!'