You love it. I want to hear you say it. Tell me you love a fat dildo in your pussy.” I looked at him in disbelief. “SAY IT!”“I love a fat ...ildo in my pussy.”“You’ll get plenty of what you love, my little whore.” He handed me a packet of pills, “Take these. One every day at dinner. If you’re going to be a whore, no sense bringing a child into your life.”We ate in silence. I was resisting the urge to grind on the dildo and slide up and down on it. I was determined to prove my dad wrong. . He cleared a space for his latest prisoner, and undid my tied hands. “Lie down on your back and raise your hands over your head, prisoner”, he commanded, and I complied. He took a second belt off the clothes hook, and using two belts, he looped and tied one to each of my wrists, attaching them to some low wall hooks so that I was flat on my back, arms raised in a “V” above my head. It was scary, yet exciting in an unexplainable way, to be at the mercy of my impulsive cousin captor. I. Your sister called the house saying that the party was turning ugly, she was drunk and couldn't drive home. So I went and picked her up. When we got back we were talking had some wine. We started talking about girl stuff and sex and stuff... things... just... happened. Soon we were kissing and stuff... wound up in here. Hey I told you I was bi... I guess your sister is too." Shit, she's drunk. She doesn't know..." Oh please... being drunk doesn't turn you bi, don't be naive." Oh jeez... my baby. “You’re the guest of honor. You can do whatever the hell you want.” I grinned and began to mingle. I had flirted with half the men in the room and felt more than a couple bulges before Rick motioned for me to join him back by the pool table.“All right, guys! Welcome back. Let’s hear it for our guest of honor here, Craig.” The room erupted into cheers, shouts, and more than a few whistled catcalls. I rubbed my hands across my chest and swayed my hips from side to side, which just egged my.