Red desires

Chapter 2

I didn't know where I was at first. Everything was black, I couldn't see anything. I tried to blink to adapt to the darkness to no avail.

Then, without warning, there came light, so bright that I had to cover my eyes to avoid blinding myself completely. Spotlights—from God knows where—lit up on me, staring me in the center of a scene I hadn't noticed until now. The stage.

I was right in the middle of the stage, wearing my graduation gown like when that very day. Everything was there. The stage, the congratulation sign, the podium/the crowd. And then him. Mr Benson. Standing right in front of me, smirking.

"Well well well, if it's not the slut of the class" he said, a devil smile on his lips.

A wave of fear crossed my entire body. "E-Excuse-me?" I couldn't believe it. What did he just call me?  I glanced at the audience. They were all staring at me, not the look of proud they were having a minute ago, but more abashed. They were shocked by the whole scene. Where did they all come from?

"Isn't that true?" He stepped closer to me, leaving no space between our bodies. "Aren't you one beautiful slut?"

"How dare y—"

"Are you that horny that you don't wear anything at the graduation day?"

"I did. I wore something," I defended myself. I gathered all my strength to appear less vulnerable but my voice stuttered. That did not work, not the least.

"Then what is that?" The realization came a second too late. Before I could do anything, he unbuttoned the gown, revealing my total naked body. But I'm sure I wore the black dress. 

I heard the crowd gasp in horror, I looked for Lisa among them and found her cover her mouth wide open from the back of the gymnasium. I was right on display in front of everyone. In the third row, a mother covered her three-years-old's son with her left hand. Instead of fantasizing, some men were holding their puke.

I know I'm not that beautiful but I'm not that ugly either.

I saw Jason from the back of the gym filming the whole scene from his phone, the other member of the team lining next to him. Stop, I wanted to yell, but I couldn't. I couldn't do anything. I tried to cover my breasts and my cunt with my hands, but there were not enough to cover the rest of my body. 

"Yeah, that's right, my little whore," Mr Devon said as he inched closer to me. "You are all ready for me. You're mine."

"You always had a crush on me, didn't you? Like you had on Jason." No need for me to deny it. He already knows the answer. "That's why you fantasized about us all the time, having to hide every time near us."

"I-I..."

"You like to be treated like a whore, don't you? If that's not what you already are," he whispered tenderly in my ear, his warm breath sending jolts of pleasure in my entire body.

I didn't know he was so close to me until I felt his touch. He cupped my breasts with his bare hands, fondling them like big balloons that are ready to explode. The touch of his fingers wrapping around my tits made me a moaning mess. And he was just touching my tits.

"P-please, stop," I begged him. I couldn't stand it anymore. The feeling, the shame. That's too much. "— I can't..."

"Of course you can. All you have to do is surrender." He gave a big squeeze on my nipples which drive me particularly into heaven. At this point, my legs weren't working anymore. He held me from falling to the floor, like if he was dipping me in one of those romantic movies and we were starting to fall in love. His eyes were deep brown, intoxicating, dominant.