Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 6.2

When the orgasm finally ended, my body relaxed as I slipped into unconsciousness once again, not from whatever drug they had used but from the intensity of what had just happened. It’s moments like these for some reason I felt my calmest, when I probably should have been the most afraid, passed out, not aware of my surroundings, at the mercy of whomever was with me. Being short and petite, made me the ideal body to carry around for my tormentors and carry me they did. When I came to, I felt myself laid out on a hard surface, my legs draped to their sides, arms behind my back, feet touching the cold familiar locker room tile. With the blindfold still on I guessed that I was tied up to one of the benches, unfortunately still naked.

I worried that I was actually going to live out one of the fantasies I spilled to John. Fear of being fucked by a group of faceless boys, some who may possibly recognize me flooded me with fear and adrenaline that my secret was about to be outed in the biggest way. I remembered how the story went that gave me this fantasy. Girl drugged, tied up with a bag over her head and left in the boy’s locker room to be used by the football team, secretly filmed the whole time and then bag removed to expose her to everyone that had just fucked her. It was a fantasy that both turned me on and scared me, the fear of getting caught, exposed, used. I guess in a way that’s already happened but at the same time it was still a secret kept from the majority of the people that knew me.

A finger suddenly appeared, running its way down my side, tickling me as it passed by my hips causing me to laugh involuntarily, “I guess the little slut is awake, goody,” an unmistakably female voice spoke.

“We don’t have that much time left, stop toying with her and let’s have some more fun,” another woman was there as well, but for some reason I couldn’t place where I knew the voices from.

“Be a good little slut, or else I’ll add another hole to your clit,” was whispered to me and for the first time I truly felt fear.

“Yes, yes anything, anything you want,” not realizing that the gag had been removed, adding to the embarrassment of what I had just said so loudly that it was echoing off of the walls.

I felt the heat first, followed by a few drips on my chin before realizing what was about to happen, the musky smell only lasted a moment as someone sat on my face, pussy covering my mouth and a hand pulling on the top of my head causing me to delve deeper into the wet cunt that was now using me. No warning, no instruction, just a vagina shoved in my face and I did the only thing I could think to do. I stuck out my tongue and began licking whatever was in front of my face. I knew I was going to do anything they wanted, I didn’t want anything sharp anywhere near my pussy and hoped that they didn’t lie about not piercing me if I was a good little slut.

Loud moans echoed through the tiled room, as my face was humped almost to the point where it was hard to breathe as she was thrashing around so wildly, she would block my nose every so often. My face was slowly being covered with her juices, possibly payback for what I had just done to her, or her partner.

“I’ve been wanting this for god knows how long, mmmm, I can’t believe how good this finally feels.”

“Me next, me next, if she’s really that good, I want to ride next.”

“Sure sweetie, whatever you want, but I’ve been wanting this slut since she first walked into this school and it’s been 4 years since I finally got my chance,” I was shocked at these words and followed by the sounds of what I could only guess was the sounds of two people making out.

Her wild humping got a lot more controlled, slow, methodically thrusts into my face, almost as if focusing her clit, allowing it to rub against my upper lip as she moved forward, at least now I could somewhat breathe again but could feel her wetness running down my cheeks, she was that wet.

“Is she better than me?”

“No, no one is better than my favorite little pussy eater.”

“Are you getting close?”

“Yes, god yes, this little slut is going to make me cum, mmmm, she’s going to make me cum to hard.”

“Cum for me, cum all over this dirty little slut, cover her face in those juices I love so much.”

I was no longer a person, I didn’t feel like I was a part of this at all, I was a body, being used, nothing more. A sex dummy that two lovers were using in some kinky experimenting and I prepared for the shower I was about to receive; I could almost feel her pussy quivering on my face like it was getting ready to explode. The feeling I was experiencing was like waiting for someone to slap me, but not sure when it was going to come, if ever. To my shock, it didn’t.

“Shit, shit, hide, hide.”

The pussy in front of my face disappeared, the sound of bare feet slapping on the floor were loud and grew quieter, quickly, followed by the sound of a stall door closing and locking. I was left, naked, blindfolded and bound, at least the two that were with me, knew the game, knew that this was about keeping the secret as long as I was their play toy. I was afraid that I just got caught, that the game was now out of control and now at the mercy of someone who may have just stumbled on the jackpot, or worse someone who would freak out, call the police and this would be all over the news for everyone to hear. I could hear loud, clunky boot steps slowly moving through the space, I prayed that they were just to check the trash and come nowhere inside and that they would go as fast as they came.

“Please no, please no, just go, just go, I’m invisible, no one is going to see me,” I mumbled to myself hoping my prayers would be answered.

I held my breath as the footsteps came to a sudden stop, “now what do we have here.”