Avoiding the Gang Bang

Second Life Erotic Stories Sexy Naked Girl ComputerMaybe next time I won’t try and avoid the gang bang. I didn’t have a very pleasant evening although I did learn something interesting.

Each month, Mr. Negulesco organizes a gang bang here at the Retreat. It’s awful! I was chosen once and obviously I hated it. I guess it’s one of the events that draws men and their money to the place. And how do you think the girl to be used like this is chosen? She has to volunteer! Yup. It’s so twisted. I mean, I guess it’s great for the girls who live here and who love all the attention they get from the men but for the prisoners like me it’s just awful. Mr. Negulesco asked me once if I had signed up for that month’s lottery and when I told him I hadn’t because I didn’t want to “win” he made it very clear that I would get into trouble if I didn’t enter. Why can’t he just automatically add all the girls’ names; why do we have to “volunteer” for something we really, really don’t want to do?

Anyway, I was watching the events unroll and this month’s girl seemed to be a willing participant and she and all the men were thoroughly  enjoying themselves so I figured  what point was there in my being there? I wandered off back to my favorite little bench in the pretty garden area just off the path. It’s so quiet there and I much prefer it to the house, for obvious reasons, but I’m still close enough to everyone that (usually) I don’t get in trouble for trying to avoid the men.

Also, I can hear and see people coming which is what happened last night when Sir Hugo found me there. At first I was worried because, of course, that is where he had found me the time he decided I was playing truant and the rest of the evening was horrible. But last night Sir Hugo started off by being really kind and polite to me. He asked me about my day and what I had been doing recently and so I started to tell him about Taun. I was gushing perhaps a bit too much about him which maybe made Sir Hugo mad, but in any case he kept telling me off for calling Taun just by his name and not using Sir or another form of respect. I explained to Sir Hugo that I had asked Taun what I should call him and he had told me to call him that and so I was simply doing as I was told. But Sir Hugo insisted that even if I was allowed to call Taun by his name when I spoke to him directly, I shouldn’t be referring to him as Taun but should be using Sir Taun.

I maintained that I was right and so Sir Hugo said he would text Mr. Negulesco to ask him. I said that he should because I knew I was right and I didn’t have to fear being found out or anything like that because I hadn’t done anything wrong. But, of course, I forgot what Mr. Negulesco was like. When Sir Hugo got his reply I saw him smile and that made my blood run cold. He showed me his phone. Mr. Negulesco had confirmed that I was allowed to call Taun by this name and to refer to him also as Taun. However, if Hugo felt like punishing me he obviously could and it would probably do me good. Or something like that. I can’t remember his exact words from the text but basically Mr. Negulesco was saying that I was right, I hadn’t done anything wrong at all, but Hugo should go ahead and punish me anyway.

Do you see why I hate it so much here? Do you see why trying to learn to be good and well-behaved and do as I am told is totally pointless? I’ll just get punished anyway!!!

And Mr. Negulesco is a complete bastard.

Yes, I said bastard again. But I am angry. So there.

I remember looking up from the text and seeing Sir Hugo’s eyes and feeling very scared. And then he raised his hand and … he snapped. Oh, I was so scared. I started to cry as I removed my bra and let it fall to the bench. The evening had started so nicely, I’d even been sitting next to Sir Hugo on this bench our thighs touching as and my head leaning on his shoulder as we chatted. And now he was snapping at me and I had to obey like a trained puppy and show him my breasts. I hate him. And I hate all the men here. Okay, except Taun and maybe a few of the kind ones.

Sir Hugo held his hand up again and I started to shake. I didn’t want to obey his finger snapping but I didn’t want to make him angry and give him an excuse to punish me. I looked at him, sobbing quietly, trying to smile and be brave but I was so sad and so tired and I just wanted to go. To be away from here.

And then, through my tears I saw something in his eyes, something in his expression change. It was subtle but definitely obvious. He handed my bra back to me and told me to put it on. I couldn’t believe him at first and was worried it was a trick so he could justify punishing me but when I didn’t obey he got angry and hit me across the chest with the bra! It hit one of my nipples and really stung but I quickly put the thing on and tried not to show that I was hurt. I didn’t want him to decide to do more.

He pulled me close to him and hugged me! He said he didn’t want to hurt me! I had no idea what was going on or what I should do so I just sat there with him on the bench, waiting, not knowing if he would hit me or kiss me. Then he said he would see me again soon and he left.

So, he has a weakness! In the past, when I had pleaded with him and begged him to not hurt me it hadn’t worked. When I had shouted and screamed and kicked it hadn’t worked. But, he doesn’t like to see me cry; he feels sorry for me if I am the little girl who is sad, broken, hurt and then he goes soft and sweet with me.

Got it.

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