A possible turning point

It had been several weeks since the saviors had shown up and throughly pounded Maggie. Each day Maggie and Gregory still fucked and still had wonderful fun but Maggie couldn’t shake how she handled the beginning of that situation. She couldn’t believe how she froze and just let those men take her and use her like a piece of meat (which granted she enjoyed by the end. But in the beginning she wasn’t so sure). Also Maggie had noticed that people around hilltop snickered and called her names ‘the Slut of Hilltop’, ‘Whore for Hire’, ‘The Bargaining Chip’, esc. For the most part Maggie didn’t care. She was blissfully enjoying the poundings Gregory gave her nightly and she enjoyed not having to live on the run in constant fear of Walkers.

As she was headed to the garden area Gregory was having to deal with a water issue Maggie was approached by one of the residents of Hilltop. He was an older man, not as old as Gregory but older than Maggie, and he looked upset at her.

“Hi, can I help you?” Maggie said with a cheerful smile.

The man looked at Maggie with a dour expression and shook his head slowly, “look atcha. What are you even wearing? What would your family think if they saw ya?”

Maggie was perplexed. She had her shirt, tied off at the waist and some shorts on as well as some cute cowgirl boots Gregory had gotten ahold of. Maggie confusedly responded, “what do you mean?”

The man shot forward and grabbed Maggie’s arm, turning her and bringing her to him, “I bet you dress like this to get us men all riled up. Dontcha ‘slut of hilltop’ that’s yer name isnt it?”

Maggie struggled against his grip and could smell the reek of **** on his breath. Maggies strength was nowhere near enough to fight off the drunken man so she began to scream, unfortunately the drunk man had seen that coming and before she could let out a noise he delivered a quick punch to her exposed stomach.

Maggie doubled over and gasped. Her sudden dead weight enough to break the drunkards grip. As Maggie gasped for air the man began to drag her away from the garden. Maggies vision blurred and slowly she passed out from the punch.

Cold water hit her. Maggie gasped as she suddenly woke up from water splashing her. She heard the man’s voice, “good. Yer finally awake. We can begin.”

Maggie tried to focus but the entire room was black, and her arms were restrained above her head. She was dangling on her toes hardly touch the ground. A cool breeze tickled her exposed body and Maggie realized she was blindfolded and restrained. A part of her became aroused at the prospect, fondly remembering her games with Gregory doing things like this, but another part of her was fraught with dread. This man was going to **** her and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Suddenly and out of nowhere a smack rang out and Maggie jumped at the sound of a whip.

“Oh this is gunna be fun,” said the leacherous old man.

SMACK!

Maggie get the blow on her plump left Ass cheek. She knew there would be a solid red mark. Silence followed and then her head was jerked back forcing her to look up, she could smell the fetid breath of the drunkard, “now yer gunna count or it’s gunna get worse!”

Maggie tried to nod but his grip was to strong, “ye. Yes. Uhm. One…?”

SMACK!

Another blow to her left buttcheek. Pain landed through her backside, “two!”

SMACK!

Once again her left cheek was struck. It stung abominably and Maggie get tears begin to fall, “th, thr, three! That’s three!”

SMACK!

This one came on her right cheek, the change of target made it hurt so much less but still stung, “four!”

SMACK!

As though trying to trick her this blow was back on her poor abused left cheek. The strike must have crossed the other red welts because it was blindingly painful Maggie briefly forgot how to speak, “ahk. Ahh. Ahun. Fo. Fi? Four?”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“WRONG!” Screamed the old man as three consecutive blows landed on Maggie’s right butt cheek. Maggie sagged in her restraints as the pain flared and she struggled to stay up. Her head hung down and tears freely fell.

“Wh. Why are you doing this to me?” She pleaded with the man.

“You kno why! Yer a tease! A slut! A whore! This is what you want you want men to use ya like the piece of meat that ya are! So I’m gunna train ya up to be a good little obedient cock sucker”.

Before Maggie could respond the whip cracked again.

SMACK!

Pain lanced through Maggie and she gasped as her toes curled and her entire body convulsed. Somehow during her exhausted sagging she had been able to bend forward slightly exposing her backdoor and the man had struck it with the whip. Maggie felt her asshole twitch from being struck so violently and Maggie couldn’t speak no matter how hard she tried to make words.

Luckily the man spoke instead, “looks like yev had enough. I’m goin ta leave ya here. But I’ll be back. Dontcha worry about that one slut!”

Maggie heard the man leave and as the door closed with a heavy thud she knew she was alone. Still hanging by her wrists in some enclosed cool room. Maybe a good storage area? She didn’t know but she did know that she was in pain and needed to escape.