Sitting at her father's dinner table, naked from the waist down, as she ate dinner with her father and uncle was the most surreal experience of Kathy's life. On the surface, everyone was pretending that there was nothing unusual happening, and that Kathy was not flashing her cunt and ass to the two older men.
But they knew. The truth was lying behind every line of idle chatter, every innocent question as to how Kathy's life was going, every piece of formal dinner etiquette. Kathy was bare-cunted, like a slut, and everyone knew it.
But what was worse was Kathy's behaviour. Over and over, the secret messages were looping through her mind.
"Men know best. I want to obey. I am an empty head and a wet cunt." And so she listened, wide-eyed, to every word her father and her uncle said, and nodded, accepting it immediately as truth, and when she was called on to contribute to the conversation herself, she found herself giggling nervously, and desperately thinking of things that men had told her that she could parrot back - except that the only thing men had told her recently was that she was a slut, and that she was fun to rape, so instead she just responded with awkward silence for a few moments, before asking her father or uncle in a small voice what *they* thought the answer was.
"If men don't want to fuck me, I'm worthless. I need men to cum in me." Her eyes were fixed on her father's face, and her uncle's face, searching for signs that they wanted to rape her. The results gave her mixed feelings. For her father's part, she saw only disgust and worry in his eyes. He thought she was a slut, yes - but he gave no sign of wanting to fuck his own daughter. That filled part of her heart with relief and love - and at the same time, it made her feel awful, like she was unfuckable and worthless.
Whereas "Uncle" Trevor definitely wanted to rape her. He was having trouble concealing his lust. And the knowledge that Kathy would likely be fucked that night by a man she had known since she was a child filled her with fear and shame - but also with satisfaction and pride, at successfully attracting the attention of his cock.
"Be vulnerable." Despite the intense shame she felt, Kathy made no attempt to conceal her cunt. In fact, she sat with her legs spread wide, despite the fact that her cunt was still hidden by the dinner table. On one occasion during dinner, she found herself spilling a little of her drink on her top - unable to stop herself - with part of her mind hoping that someone would tell her to remove the wet top and expose her tits as well. But no one did. They just blushed, and looked away, and didn't comment on how she was deliberately soaking her top like a whore.
"I am a slut. Be wet, always." And this was the final shame for Kathy, because she couldn't help herself. She needed to be wet. She was a slut. So she ate her dinner with one hand, alternately operating the knife and fork to bring food to her mouth - and the other hand was beneath the table, between her legs, surreptitiously fingering her nude, wet, pussy as she looked into the eyes of her father and uncle and tried to pretend that everything was normal.
When dinner was over, Uncle Trevor stood abruptly, and said, "I'll drive Kathy home."
Kathy was confused. "I drove myself here," she protested. "My car's outside."
Her father's face was stern. "I think you've had a little too much alcohol to drive, Kathy," he said.
Kathy was even more confused. There hadn't been any alcohol with dinner. What did her father mean?
And then she realised. He thought she'd *arrived* drunk. It was the only explanation for her behaviour, after all. She blushed bright red. Did her father think she had a drinking problem? And was that better, or worse, than thinking she was just a disgusting slut?
"Come on, Kathy," Trevor said. "I'll get you home."
As Kathy said goodnight to her father, and allowed herself to be led from the house, she was aware of where this was heading. She was going to fuck her "uncle". It was going to happen.
"Can I just get my phone from my car?" she asked as they crossed the driveway to Trevor's four-wheel-drive. Trevor nodded, and Kathy ran to collect her phone from the passenger's seat. She put the earbuds into her ears, and started the spiral sounds. Maybe she could slip into a trance before she was raped. Maybe it would happen while she was unconscious. The cool hiss of the spiral in her ears felt relaxing, reassuring.
She got into the passenger seat of Trevor's car, and Uncle Trevor took the driver's seat.
"You can take off that wet top now," he said, without looking at her.
Kathy shivered, and pulled the blouse up and over her heard. Her tits were exposed to the darkness of the night now - visible to her uncle's gaze. She made no effort to cover them. "Be vulnerable," whispered her mind.
Trevor started the car, and they began to drive.
Then she heard Trevor's voice. "Tell me that you've always fantasised about being raped by me."
