Page 21 of Beg Me

Shaking my head, I look at Gabe as he starts. “Truth or dare, baby?”

I look up, surprised. “Wait, he just asked me. It’s someone else’s turn.” He smirks.

“Baby, the person asking gets to pick the person they want to ask. That’s like, truth or dare 101. Haven’t you played this before?”

It’s almost like he’s talking down to me, but I’m scared. Maybe I’m just being paranoid. I’m very drunk after all, and they have been so nice. They even gave me their knife, which I still have in my hand.

I shake my head at him. “I don’t want to be boring and get another question like that, so dare I guess,” I say sticking my tongue out at Blake playfully. The playful vibe is not returned by him, as he glares at me like he is going to eat me alive still.

“Ohhh, she is getting braver. Okay, I dare you to come give me a lap dance, that ends with your top off.”

I practically choke on the water I’m drinking.

“Oh no, I’m not doing that. Noooo wayyy,” I say dramatically waving my hand in front of me to show that I’m definitely not doing that.

“Baby, you will do it. You know what happens when you don’t do a dare, obviously,” he says looking at me as if everyone knows some omnipotent truth or dare rule.

Looking at him I shake my head.

“If you don’t do it, we get to pick whatever punishment, that isn’t the dare you denied,” he clarifies with his hand up chastisingly. “That we want, and we get to make you do it. He just asked for your top to come off, so we could force those booty shorts off you instead.”

Swallowing hard, I stand up.

“I think I’m done for the night guys.” I start walking to my trailer. Jimmy steps in my path towering over me.

“So am I hearing you are turning down your dare? How do we want to punish her boys?”

I start to step back and bump into a hard chest. I turn and see Blake staring down at me.

“I think we should make her play the rest of the game naked and on her knees,” he says as he gives me the scariest smirk.

Fuck, what did I get myself into? This has gone so, so bad. I will be okay. I can get out of this, just backtrack, taking my top off still leaves my bra on I realize. That’s better at least.

“No no no, I’m not denying it. I’ll do it.” They all look at each other and smile.

“Sweety, you already turned it down. Now you don’t get a choice,” Gabe purrs as he stands up with a look in his eyes that is begging me to argue like he is hoping I will fight him.

Josh stands up on my left side, as Gabe, Blake, and Jimmy box me in on the other sides.

“Let’s take our pretty toy for a walk boys,” Blake says while brushing my hair from behind my neck over my shoulder.

“Please guys, I’m so tired. I just want to go to bed.”

Blake wraps his hand around my neck and pushes me forward to make me walk with the other three men.

“Walk, baby. Or I will shove something in that mouth of yours and carry you out to the desert.”

Fuckkkk! Tears well in my eyes. This is the worst night of my life. Why did I want freedom? I just want to go home. I walk forward, following Josh into the dark desert race track.

We sit on the pro track, it’s across the property from the campsites, about a mile away. My feet hurt, slippers are not good shoes to be walking around a dirt motocross track. The guys must be professionals, they had the key to the pro track and we just walked right in. Only the professionals can get anywhere near this track, it’s dangerous. Seems like tonight it may be dangerous for a different reason.

Blake stops walking behind me and turns me around, pushing me to sit down on a ledge of the track. I sit and dangle my legs off the side. The four of them stand around me getting comfortable.

“Now you have to get naked. You can do it yourself, or we can take your clothes from you.” Tears start to stream down my cheeks. “Please, please don’t do this. Please.”

Gabe grabs my chin and turns my face to look at him. “Aww look boys, she’s begging. I can’t wait to see her do it on her knees.”

Blake slides his hand around my waist to my back and starts to pull my shirt up. I decide not to fight. Maybe if they get me down to my bra they will stop and see they have taken this too far. My shirt is pulled over my head, as more tears fall down my face.

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