Maggie's Nightmare Begins Ch. 1.1 (Patreon)

Here you go guys, the first thousand words, this felt, well, less stressful than trying thinking of writing a whole chapter in one go. So GOAL MET! This is the rough and once I finish a chapter, I'll edit it and publish that, but in the mean time, enjoy, and let me know what you all think. :)

Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 1

Pitch black darkness, the feeling of smooth cool leather on my bare skin, the breeze of the air conditioning on my chest, hardening my nipples involuntarily, a chill running through my body, not from the cool air around my naked body, but the fear of not knowing what was going to happen next.

“Now be a good girl and do exactly what your uncle asked,” Jim said next to me, for a second I almost forgot he was there, my mind reeling about what was currently happening.

An hour ago, I was just taken by 4 large black men, then came home startled to find pictures and a website of all my, “experiences” since that summer and I do mean all of them. Somehow, some way, someone was there to capture it all and cumulate enough to make a very detailed account. I was then given instructions by an unknown man to expose myself at exactly 2am in front of my house, to my shock my neighbor was there waiting for me, to my further shock, I found out he was a part of the blackmail. A man I had known practically my whole life, a sweet, innocent man about the same age as my father, watch me expose myself and had me in his perverse clutches now.

Now here I sit, in his car, naked, spreading my legs as my hand slowly makes its way to my pussy. I don’t know why I felt so nervous, I had done worse, I had done it in front of a group of masked strangers, on a webcam with countless people watching and most recently on stage at a local strip club. But this felt different, this was someone that I knew, someone that knew me for so long that I never thought about sexually in my life and had always held seen me as a pure, innocent, good girl. It was like a humiliation I had never felt before. When my hand finally found my pussy, I felt almost cold, I’d like to say that it felt arousing, that I was so turned on that it sent ripples of pleasure, but I felt ashamed, guilty.

That’s when he started his story, of how he first learned about my secret [read the prologue if you haven’t read it already], “I was going for a walk when,” he began.

Every word was an emotional rollercoaster, him stumbling upon me, Derek texted him, how he knew everything that was going on and I was the one that was too naive to know otherwise. I was angry with Derek for exposing me, I was angry with myself for not knowing better, humiliated at everything that he had witnessed. How could I have been so incredibly stupid? I felt a cold, wet tear roll down my cheek, how long had I been crying? My emotions felt like they were going haywire, so much to take in, so much shock, exposure, anger, humiliation, I was drowning deep inside and I’m guessing that didn’t go unnoticed either.

The car came to a stop and I heard it put into park, a clicking of a seatbelt made me realize that him probably had undone his. I felt mine click open, releasing the grip of the seatbelt strap around my body as it pulled away from my body. I felt arms wrap around me and pull me towards a chest, I was being hugged.

“I’m sorry Magpie, maybe this was too much too fast, maybe it should have been more gradual,” he said, stroking my hair as he held me.

My face was buried in his chest and strangely it felt warm, comforting, with everything that I had just been exposed to all the emotions began to fade away and it felt like I could breathe again, the current state I was in, diminishing in my mind. The only thing that mattered to me was this feeling that I was experiencing right now, this, I dare say, loving embrace.

“How about we try this again, just sit back, and let Uncle Jim help you relax.”

I did exactly what he asked, his words almost hypnotic, with the sound of a click the seat began to warm and my body felt like it was melting into the seat. With another click bumps slowly pushed out from the once smooth seat back and began kneading into my back. The massage balls slowly making their way up to my neck, pressing and pinching as it moved, painful at first with muscles to tense, rolling out the stress as it began to move their way down my body. I noticed the weight of my hands settled on my lap, I didn’t realize I had stopped touching myself since we had pulled over, my body now limp in the chair, I felt so relaxed.

“Mmmm,” I would moan involuntarily as the nodes would hit a spot on my lower back, sending pleasure through my spine and a tightness in my stomach.

Jim’s hand rested on my leg and at that moment, I didn’t care, it just added to the warmth and comfort I was feeling through the rest of my body. He began gently squeezing my thigh, but I was just too carefree at the moment to, well, care. My haze grew in my mind and I was only able to fathom the feelings I was currently experiencing. I slumped down a little in the chair, trying to make more contact with the seat, pressing into the back rest. His hand moving up slightly, slowly, cautiously, almost waiting to judge my reaction as he did until his hand found mine and I felt it flinch when he did, but in contrast, my hand didn’t move at all.

“How do you like the massage seat Magpie?” his hand moved to rest on top of my right hand.

“It’s, mmmm, wonderful,” I said groggily, his fingers intertwining with my own, lifting it slightly off of my leg and moving it between my thighs.