Maggie’s Fall

*note unless otherwise specified this will be form the perspective of Maggie*

We had just arrived at Hilltop, and seeing the ‘Barrington house’ reminded me of life before the apocalypse. So elegant, wonderful, and surprisingly clean. The whole area looked like it was well run but I knew there was problems. The folks that brought us here, I can’t remember their names, had told us they had ran out of ammo months ago and their doctor that we saved said they were low on medical supplies. Both of those were commodities we had. They had food, Lots of food, and did I mention it was clean (comparatively). They let us keep our weapons, not that they would have gotten my gun from me or my husband. But it was nice that we didn’t have to threaten them.

Our escort led us up to the ‘Barrington house’, he was talkin’ to Rick about the history of it or some such. I wasn’t paying attention, just seeing everything around here. How well it is maintained is incredible.

Finally we arrived at the house. As I walked in I kept checking my surroundings. There had to be something fishy goin on. This place is nice, to nice. The door to my left suddenly opened up and I about jumped out of my skin. Out walked this man in a suit. Our escort started talking.

“Here’s Gregory. He’s in charge of keeping the trains running and -“

“I’m the boss. I make sure things keep working”.

Rick tried to talk to him but Gregory cut him off quickly, “go on up and wash yourselves. We can talk business after”. He leaned in close to Rick and I swear I saw his eyes flick towards me, for just a second, “it’s hard to keep things clean”. I felt a chill go down my spine. I’m sure he meant like dirt… right?

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As our escort led us upstairs Rick leaned over to me and said, “hey, after you wash up, go and try to talk to him. We need this deal to work”. I nod my head, our community is counting on this. We got medicine and we got bullets, but we didn’t have any food. Or at least nowhere near enough.

Our escort led us all to different rooms. When I arrived in mine I saw there was clothes already laid out and a bath ran… how did he get it all ready…? I tested the water in the tub… it was warm. Not just warm, IT WAS HOT. A hot bath? Holy shit, how long as it been? Here I was alone and with a nice hot bath. I deposited my clothes in a pile near the door and set my gun down on the bed. I dipped my toe in the water and had to jump back slightly it was so hot. The feeling was euphoric. As I lowered myself into the hot bathtub I smelled… lavender? Well I got to hand it to Gregory, his people know how to treat a lady. An audible moan escaped my lips as I sunk into the warm water. I felt myself almost entirely submerge into the tub. Oh this is good, so good. As all the tension slowly ebbed away I felt my muscles loosen up for the first time in… probably forever. As I glanced around the warm tub I saw a bar of soap, some shampoo, and.. a no shit razor! I haven’t gotten to do any ‘self maintanance’ since I left the family farm…. I risked a glance down below and saw that I needed to shave.

I focused on cleaning myself and shaving my long legs and while I was at it my other hand gently caressed my sex it sent an electric thrill through me. Here I was feeling clean for once in a lifetime, finally shaving myself, and oh this felt good. The scent of lavender filled the air and I was lost to the feeling of getting actually ‘clean’.

I must have been in that bath for hours because the water was pretty chilly when I finally exited. My legs, arms, mound, and arm pits were shaved. My hair was clean and done into a nice ponytail. I stood up and could see myself in a body mirror near one of the windows. standing there I admired myself. My sleek, supple body. My perky breasts looking incredible with my fully erect and hard nipples (it was cold after getting out of the damn bathtub). I damn near skipped over to the bed where i had seen clothes laid out. I looked at the garments and… what the fuck is this?

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There’s a maid outfit… like. French maid outfit. It comes with some extremely thin lace panties that leave nothing to the imagination, thigh high stockings, an apron that ties around my waist that ‘covers’ my panties, hardly. A frilly lace top that would hardly qualify as a bra. Frilly wrist bands… and a…. collar… like a no shit leather collar with a metal O ring… I looked for my dirty old clothes but they are nowhere to be found. And… where the FUCK is my gun. Oh what the hell. My options are to put the costume on or walk out naked….