Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 4.2

I slid into the car feeling awkward, Carlos was one of my best friends I had known practically my whole life and not only did he know this side of me, he experienced it first hand as well. I blushed at the thought that he had not only seen me naked, but had fucked my pussy and mouth as well. I could feel myself instinctively leak at the thought of his cock entering me from behind again and tried my best not to look over at his lap wondering if he was hard. Dammit he was my best friend! I should not be having thoughts like that!

“Hey, ummm, what’s up?” I didn’t know what to say, for someone I knew all of my life, it felt like I was sitting next to a complete stranger or I was on an awkward date or something.

“Time for your punishment for being late,” Carlos patted on his lap and I looked at him confused wondering what he meant, “sit on my lap.”

“You can’t be serious, I can’t sit on your lap while we’re driving,” I hadn’t noticed the car was still parked and we hadn’t moved yet.

I watched Carlos reach to his side and pick up his phone, he unlocked it and held it up for me to see, the picture on it made me gasp in shock even though I knew he probably was going to have access to it. It was the picture I took yesterday, naked on my bed, my legs spread, dirty words written all over my pale body. I watched as he brought it back between his hands and watched as he pressed a few buttons and typed in a few things and then brought it back to my attention. The picture was in a text message screen, with people’s name in the send to section. Names like slut’s mom, slut’s dad, the names of our friends, my pastor and a few teachers that we had in high school. He placed his finger over the send button and I shook my head silently pleading for him not to touch the button.

He smiled and looked at me with his finger hovering over the digital button, “disobey me again and this is the first group I send it to.”

I nodded my head and could feel my eyes starting to tear up, I didn’t know whether from the fear or the pain that this person that I trusted so much would threaten me in such a way with such a thing. I quickly sat on his lap and felt his warm body under me, he wore his usual black jeans and band shirt but through all of it I could almost feel the heat off of him radiating into my skin and the denim rubbing up against my bare legs. He placed his hand on my right shoulder and let it trail down my arm to my hand lifting it and directing it towards the right door. I hadn’t noticed it but there was a restraint on a rope attached to the grab handle over the window.

I flinched at the sight of it but quickly rested my arm, too late, “be good or else, last warning,” he whispered into my ear, feeling his breath on my ear sending tingles down my spine.

I looked away as I felt him wrap the leather restraint around my wrist and tighten it snuggly so I couldn’t get out, then repeating the same process on my left. It wasn’t tight enough that I couldn’t sit back against Carlos but at the same time I was now helpless to stop anything about to be done to me.

“Spread your legs, wide, slut,” the word almost hurtful as he said it.

It was strange that I had been called that by people in the past, not to mention referring to myself as one as well, but when Carlos said it. Well when he said it, it felt hurtful, insulting, physically painful from one I truly cared about so much. I spread my legs and felt him lean over to one side and like the leather cuff around my wrists I felt one secured to my right ankle, unsure of what it was attached to and before I could react he quickly leaned over to the left side doing the same to the other ankle. I was now bound and at the mercy of my childhood friend, something I had never imagined in a million years and even worse, I had now become painfully aware of his hardon under my ass. The part of me that still saw him as just my friend was embarrassed noticing his hard cock, the other half remembered how large and impressive it was and wanted it inside of me.

“Open your mouth, slut,” it almost felt like he was making a point of calling me a slut.

I did as I was told and felt him pull the button of my shirt up over my tits and put it into my mouth, his other hand pushing my chin up almost telling me to shut my mouth, “smile for the camera,” was all he said as I saw his phone in front of me and before he took the picture I felt his hand reach around and grab my breast hard as I faked a smile for the slutty selfie.

I then felt him start to undo my shorts, the button first, then the zipper and then pushed down as far as they could go with my legs spread the way they were. My shirt was then brought up over my head, pulled out of the hole and placed behind my neck now completely exposing me from my knees up. His next action caught me completely off guard as I felt the tips of his fingers start to trace my skin. He didn’t touch anywhere sexual, or private but his fingers felt like electricity across my skin making every nerve standing on edge and his finger ran across it.

“Carlos, please, mmm, please don’t do this, oh, we’re friends, mmph, we shouldn’t be doing this,” I felt his move close to my ear and take my earlobe into his mouth with his tongue and gently bit on it, “Jesus!”

My breathing was starting to quicken, my face was flushed and warm and I could feel my body starting to react to his teasing. Inwardly I still couldn’t help knowing who it was that was doing this and could only imagine our friendship slowly fading away to this new sexual whatever that was starting to form between us. His fingers slowly made their way up and down my arms and down the sides of my torso, over my ribs and my hips and down the tops of my thighs, he was pushing all of my buttons and he knew it. With each moan that escaped my lips I felt his cock twitch under me. My eyes closed and I bit my lip as I let myself experience it completely.

Click! Click! Click!

I opened my eyes to see Jim with his phone at a weird angle taking a picture of me from my pussy up, probably catching the pleasurable look I had just given while Carlos teased me unmercifully. It felt like my body was a vessel of hot lust with no way to release the orgasmic pleasure I so greatly desired. I wished he would just pull out that big dick of his and put it inside of me but couldn’t dare say it out loud or else it would be openly admitting it to them.

“Now’s the time for your punishment,” I felt Carlos’ fingers on my nipples and he circled and tweaked them playing with them as they got even harder than they unbelievably once were.

This isn’t a punishment; this is a reward I thought to myself until I saw Jim turn around and reach back with two metallic looking things in his hands and I felt a sharp pain on my nipples as I looked down to see clamps pinching them tightly.

“Shit! Take them off, please take them off,” I know I had pinched my nipples before, had them severely handled and believe that I had used clamps before, but these were more painful that anything I had ever experienced.

“Pun..ish..ment,” Carlos mockingly said in my ear and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I felt his hands on top of my thighs as one made its way in, fingers circling around my slit, the pleasure now building up just as strongly as the pain in my chest, confusing my senses. Two of his fingers dipped in from the top and began to spread me wide open and I felt the cool air from the ac against the inner workings of my pussy, my clit now openly exposed and straining for touch, hardening almost like a mini cock, I had never felt so turned on in my life.

I felt another hand join the fray and looked down to see Jim’s finger now slowly pushing inside of me than pulling out and moving it up until finding my clit tracing it’s way to the tip making me gasp as he flicked it upwards.

“Punishment,” Carlos said again and I looked down to see Jim holding one last clamp as the word no was starting to form on my lips I watched him release the clamp onto my clit.

My body jerked as it was released on the most sensitive part of my body, now many times multiplied by the stimulation it was getting. The pain was so intense that no sound came from my mouth and for a second it felt like all I could see was a white light. For a bit of time after my body jerked and unintelligible grunts came from my mouth as the intense pain began to plateau. Little hooks were attached to the clips, attached to thin strands that looked like fishing line to the front of the car and that’s when I noticed the car starting to move forward. The force pushing me back against Carlos and pulling on the clamps on my nipples and clit.

“Punishment.”