Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 8.1

It took me a while to regain myself after the nightmare induced panic attack I had just gone through. For a second I didn’t even know where I was till, I calmed down and realized that I was in my bed, still naked, the sun yet to come up, thanking god that my mother hadn’t come in seeing me in a fetal position without a stitch of clothing rocking myself in terror. It took me about an hour to completely calm down and finally start remembering last night and looked around for Carlos, who was nowhere to be found. The blinds were down, lights still off, I made my way over to my dresser to get something to wear, fear that they were still locked but trying the drawers, they all managed to open easily, one by one. Exotic underwear, slutty clothing that I would never be caught dead in, flimsy, thin dresses and finally what was left of my clothes, oddly and neatly folded at the bottom drawer. As neat and tidy as my parents and sister were, I was always the exact opposite, just throwing my clothes into my dresser and pulling them out whenever I needed them.

I put on a pair of my old running shorts and an old Ramones shirt my sister had passed down to me, forgoing the underwear since all that was left seemed not very comfortable and went to lay back in bed. If yesterday hadn’t been exhausting enough, I’ve learned a panic attack can really drain you fast and hard. Just as easily as I woke up form a nightmare, I quickly passed back to unconsciousness, a dreamless sleep that finally allowed me some relief from the reality I was now involved in. To think that my fantasies so easily became reality and that reality became like a waking dream that slowly turned into an out of control nightmare. A nightmare I worried that I wasn’t going to be able to get away from.

I mean, I enjoy sex, I enjoy the kinkiness and even to an extent, I enjoy the intensity and excitement that came with the control and risk of exposure, but I didn’t want my whole life to be one big kinky adventure out of my control, unable to end it if I no longer wanted it. Also, yesterday had been a little too extreme for my taste, having it happen at the school I graduated from, where people could have recognized me, which would have been terrible especially since I was roaming around the hallways naked, tied up in the boy’s locker room and fucked by the janitor, all in places where someone could have caught me, things I would have never agreed to if given the choice. That only made me wonder where they believed my limit was and how far they were going to push it, I mean they had me have an orgasm right in front of my parents and emailed my dad to show how serious they were.

“Hey sleepy head, you can’t sleep the days away!” my mom yelled from the living room, waking me up.

I could tell the sun had come up, from the light bleeding out from behind the blinds that were still closed, I almost expected them to be open as some tricky way of messing with me but they weren’t. I felt a bit more renewed but still anxious from all the thoughts running through my head and the aching feeling in my body, my nipples still slightly hurting from their new piercings, my jaw from being used by multiple people, both men and women and the giant that impaled me onto his cock and the countless men that followed. I guess all the adrenaline and arousal kept me from realizing a lot of the pain but now I had some idea of how much punishment I actually took.

“Come get something to eat! I made some sandwiches for lunch!”

I knew I had to go to the kitchen or my mom would have never stopped nagging me till I did, “be there in a minute, just need to wash my face!”

I made my way into the bathroom and minus the redness in my cheeks, I looked perfectly normal, hair slightly a mess that could be mistaken as bed head, but other than that, my normal, tomboyish self was staring at my back in the mirror, but I knew she changed a lot over the past few months. The innocent lips now having been sullied by so many cocks and vaginas, and a face that had numerous dirty fluids all over it and the eyes that had seen more than most had seen in a lifetime. I splashed some water on my face and made my way to the kitchen to have some lunch, figuring some food would help make me feel better.

“Hey sweetie, lunch is on the table, eat something, you’re getting too thin.”

I sat down next to my dad who was on his tablet looking over some website, seeming pretty involved on whatever it was when he realized I sat down and looked up at me. An awkward feeling came over me as I realized that my father was staring at my chest with a curious look on his face and I looked down freaked out thinking that he could see the new piercings through my shirt since I wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Um, did I spill something on my shirt dad?”

“Oh, no, sorry, I was just remembering when I got your sister that shirt, I can’t believe she left it behind.”

“Ohhhh,” I said relieved, looking down thankfully to see that my nipples or bars weren’t showing, “she accidentally shrank it one day in the wash and it didn’t fit her anymore, but she gave it to me because she didn’t want to throw it away.”

He looked down again and smiled, I didn’t know if it was of memories of Kaylee or not, but a part of me was starting to worry that my father was actually staring at my boobs once again without thinking it was weird.