Margaret Has No Friends

Margaret was never a popular girl. She was autistic, and growing up she never got on well with the other girls because of it. She had some male friends growing up, but as they aged they grew more and more distant, usually as they began hanging out with more popular girls. All this is to say that, by her senior year, she was a total outcast. People didn't sit with her at lunch or desire to work with her on school projects or even in class groups. When she was put in an assigned group, the girls went out of their way to overlook her. There were other outcasts in the school, the kooky sorts, that included all types of students who didn't quite fit in, many of whom were also autistic. But those groups were puritans. They were sticklers to a lot of things which they expected you to conform to. One of those things was homosexuality, or at least bisexuality, which was apparently common for autistic people. But Margaret was 100% straight; she had never had a romantic or sexual thought about another girl, and never intended to entertain one. She had had a crush on one of her male friends before he started dating a popular girl, and she found that she was still stuck on that, too. Needless to say, this "heteronormative," they called it, disposition of hers led her to being rejected even from the rejects. Her parents didn't care much, either. They were divorced for many years, and were always too busy with their new partners to pay too much attention to Margaret's lonely school life. She had come to accept this state of affairs, realizing that she could just be a late bloomer, and that even if she graduated with no friends, she'd be sure to be able to make meaningful connections in her future work places.

All the more a surprise, then, when she was invited to a party by some of the most popular girls in the school. They were led by a girl named Jessica, whom Margaret had always thought had had it out for her, but they were so friendly and giggly when they handed her the invitation. They said it would be a small party, just a dozen or so people, and that she had to be there. It wasn't as though Margaret had anything else to do, and part of her hoped, however faintly, that she might still be able to make friends in her senior year, so she coyly acceded to the girls' prodding that she come. They gave her a big group hug that made her feel warm inside before they left.

The party was at Jessica's house which, it seemed, hadn't been all that far away from Margaret's house. It had started only at 9 o'clock in the night, a rather late time Margaret thought, but then she supposed normal students were far more loose on their bedtimes. There were already many people inside when she arrived, and many took notice when Margaret walked in, but no one said anything to her until Jessic and her friends came up and greeted her.

"Margaret, so happy you could make it. Honestly, this whole party would be nothing without you here." Margaret blushed, entirely unused to the praise.

"I, um, well I" she started, before being cut off by Jessica.

"Here, come this way! We'd love to chat with you." Jessica grabbed Margaret by the hand and swiftly led her away, with her giggling friends trailing behind them. They went into an isolated part of the house, where the voices were quieter.

"Hey hey Margaret, tell us about yourself" said one of Jessica's friends, though she couldn't remember her name.

"Huh? Uh, well, uh" Margaret began, blindsided by the attention.

"Hey Nicole," said the third girl, "don't put her on the spot like that! She's clearly overwhelmed."

"I agree," said Jessica. "She needs something to loosen her lips." The other girls giggled as Jessica grabbed a bottle of what looked like water, but smelled like alcohol, and began to pour it into a clear glass. She handed it to Margaret and said "here, drink this. It should help you."

Margaret took a sniff and recoiled.

"I've had beer before and I can never stand it. It's too bitter, and besides, aren't we underage?" The girls laughed, though at which part Margaret had trouble telling.

"It's not beer," Jessica said. "It's vodka. It's not bitter, in fact it has no taste. Besides, it's in a small cup, so even if you drink a lot you won't get as much alcohol in you if you drank beer, right?" That made sense to Margaret, the cup was small, so she could probably drink several and feel fine. She had watched her dad drink many bottles of beer and not feel anything, after all. But she was still hesitant.

"Gosh, Margaret," Nicole chimed in, "this is why you're so unpopular, you have to learn to live a little!" That struck a chord, just as the girls planned, and Margaret straightened her back before grabbing the cup and downing it in one swift gulp. A moment later she was hunched over coughing, part of her increasingly scared that they had drugged her.

"Oh dear," Jessica said. "We probably should have warned you about the burn." Jessica poured several more cups, one for Nicole, one for Alice, the third girl, one for herself, and one more for Margaret. All of the girls drank theirs in one swift gulp, proving to Margaret that the drink wasn't poisoned. Margaret, unwilling to seem scared in front of her new "friends" also swallowed hers again. It still burn, but now she was expecting it.

"Atta girl," Alice said, patting her on the back. Margaret gained a warm feeling deep inside, presumably from the compliment. "Jessica, I think she needs another!"

"Coming right up," Jessica returned, already having the bottle in her hand, pouring into Margaret's cup. Alice and Nicole started cheering Margaret as she downed the next cup, hugging her as it went down and filling her with a stronger warmth.

"Wait, Alice, do you think she could chug the whole thing at once?" Nicole asked.

"I think if anyone could she could" Alice replied, a dead serious look on her face.

"I don't know guys," Jessica cautioned. "It's a strong drink, and Margaret is new to this right? Even if she's shown she can handle it, that doesn't mean she's strong enough to take it all..." Taking her cue, Margaret puffed up and reached out her hand, demanding to be able to show her new friends exactly how strong she could be. Jessica, reluctantly, gave her the bottle.

Sigh "Don't say I didn't warn you, Margie." With that last bit of friendly affection, Margaret tipped the bottle back and started drinking the rest of the bottle, gulp by gulp.

"Chug chug chug chug" cheered her new friends as Margaret drank. The bottle had already been split amongst the three a bit, and was not near to full when they started, so the amount Margaret actually downed was less than half of the bottle, but it was still more alcohol than she had ever had in her life.

The succeeding timeframe was a bit of a blur for Margaret. She remembered the cheering and the warmth, and then questions, lots of questions. She was speaking more openly, and if she could control her mouth or her thoughts better, she would have thought she was saying weird things, speaking in a way that she would find embarrassing, talking about how she had felt so isolated and how happy she was to finally make friends. But she was out of control, and as the night went on she thought about it less and less. At some point, she thinks, she made a mess. Clumsy as was, for some reason, she spilt something on Jessica's pretty dress. Jessica seemed mad at first, and in her hazee Margaret felt really bad.

"Follow me, Margaret. You'll be forgiven if you help clean me up" she said. So Margaret followed dutifully. Jessica, Nicole, and Alice, none of whom seemed as out of it as she was, although this was hard for her to make sense of, all led her down to a basement. Margaret went down the stairs with Jessica and Nicole while Alice held the door. Margaret thought she heard a click from behind her after the door closed, but it was probably nothing. At the base of the stairs, Jessic stood, hands on her hips, tutting at Margaret.

"I invited you into my house for a party among friends, and even took the time away from my other partygoers in order to give you my undivided attention, and this is how you repay me? By soiling my new dress?" In her haze Margaret felt awful. She was right, Jessica had been so kind and welcoming to her, and she had repaid her terribly.

"I-I'm *hic* I'm sorry!" Margaret stammered, tearing up. "Please, let me help clean you up, like you said!" Jessica smirked.

"Hmm... Do you promise to help clean me up? I won't forgive you if you don't."

"Yes, yes!" Margaret pleaded, drunkenly stumbling onto her knees. "I promise I'll do anything you *hic* anything you ask!"

"Good girl" Jessica said, before she removed her sparkling red dress, leaving Margaret to blush at seeing her new "friend" in only her bra and panties, though soon even they would be gone. "I like that you fell to your knees. It means you really are suited for this kind of work. Now come here! Crawl up to me." In her drunken haze, Margaret proceeded nervously up to the naked girl, her eyes glued to her sex, something she never expected to see from another woman. "Margaret, dear."

"Y-yes, Jessi-*hic*-Jessica?"

"Your clumsy spill went through my clothes, through my dress and through my panties. Now my crotch is all wet. I simply cannot walk around the rest of the night like this. You made the mess so now you'll clean it up." Margaret, red-faced, started looking around for a cloth of some sort. She couldn't use the dress or the panties, that would be counter-productive, right?

"No, Margaret. Not with a cloth. Not with your hands. Use your tongue."

"M-my tongue?!" Margaret stammered out. "But that, but that's...!"

"The spill hardened. It can only be removed by saliva."

"But I'm not *hic* not a lesbian! I'm straight!"

"Lesbian? Straight? Margaret, I'm asking you to clean me, and to clean the mess you made. There's nothing "gay" about this. Do I need to remind you of the promise you just made? Do you really not want my forgiveness?" Margaret remembered what she had said, and what she had promised. She had caused this, and she didn't want to lose her new friends, so, despite herself, she stuck her tongue out a little bit and slowly approached Jessica's crotch. After delaying for what seemed like minutes, she at last touched the soft and shaved, white skin of Jessica's vulva. She retracted immediately, hoping against hope that she was done. She looked up for approval, and saw the single most disappointed and disapproving eyes she had ever seen.

"What was that?" Jessica asked. "You hardly poked it. Here, stick your tongue out all the way and lick this bit here like a lollipop." She used her fingers to spread her vagina open, exposing her clitoris. Margaret stuck out her tongue and got closer, despite something deep in her mind telling her that this was a very very bad thing to do, she desperately wanted Jessica's forgiveness. She started licking the offered area and was immediately met with Jessica's gyrating hips and soft whimpers of approval.

"That's a good girl," she purred. "Keep that up. Don't you dare stop for any reason unless I tell you to, do you understand that?"

"Yeth, Jethica," Margaret tried to say. Obeying Jessica's orders, she kept licking the girl's clitoris for what felt like ten or twenty minutes. At some point, Jessica had removed her bra and began fondling herself. Jessica's breathing and pelvic thrusting began to pick up and, at last, she pulled Margaret's head deep into her sex and moaned aloud.

"Yes! Fuck! Swallow it, you nasty whore!" As she said this a fluid splurted into Margaret's mouth, which she began reflexively coughing from. "Bitch, I said swallow it!" Jessica ordered, pulling Margaret's head up so she could look her in the eyes. "S-w-a-l-l-o-w." Though disgusted by the notion, Margaret obeyed, still hopeful for Jessica's forgiveness. "That's a good girl." Jessica let go of her hair and began to touch herself as she came down from her orgasmic high. "You're definitely rough and inexperienced. Makes sense, given your history, but that can be fixed." Margaret didn't understand what she meant, but she didn't have time to think about it.

"Jessica, no faaaiiir. I wanna use her, too." Said Nicole, already down to her panties by the time Margaret had noticed her undressing.

"Go ahead," Jessica offered. "Margaret, you will make sure my friends are clean, too, yes? You wanted our forgiveness right?"

"But, but I only spilled onto you..." Margaret started, having difficulty processing the turn of events in her drunken state.

"Is that a no, then? You don't want my forgiveness? Oh well, so be it. You can leave my party, then."

"No, wait. I'll, I'll do it." Margaret said, crawling on over to Nicole. Margaret vaguely notices something in Alice's hands, but her attention was called back to Nicole as she exposed her crotch.

"Come to mama," she said, a perverse smile on her face.

So it was that Margaret serviced Nicole as well, and when Nicole was finished, she moved onto Alice. Unfortunately, by the time her slow tongue had finished Alice, Jessica, too, wanted another go. When Margaret's "friends" were finally satisfied and she was "forgiven" and allowed to leave, it was almost 2 in the morning. Her friends dropped her home, but anything else was a blur. When she awoke that day her head was exploding in a hangover like nothing she had ever felt, and her memory of the night before was hazy at best. She remembered hanging out with her new "friends," and there being some sort of great shame that happened which she couldn't remember. She tried to forget about it until Monday came and she returned to classes.

Monday passed like any other day, no one talked to her and she talked to no one in return. That was until the school day ended. She was packing up after class, getting ready to walk home, when her new "friends" showed up.

"Hey Margie," Jessica said, sitting on Margaret's desk, holding a lollipop in her mouth which she vigorously licked and sucked on. For some reason that image troubled Margaret. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Oh, h-hi Jessica. N-nothing much. Just, just getting ready to go home..." Her nerves were unsettled, and she couldn't understand why.

"Err, wrong answer," said Alice.

"That's right," said Nicole. "You're coming home with us, today!" Perhaps she should have found that to be a pickup for her mood, but for some reason it caused a dread in her heart.

It was at Jessica's house where things slowly started to return to Margaret. Every minute in the house brought back memories and shame, though not exactly what she had done. At last, Jessica ended the formalities and disrobed entirely.

"Alright, enough talk. Get to licking." Margaret was momentarily too shocked to even process the sudden change in topic.

"Wh-what?" She made to stand up, but Alice and Nicole sitting on either side of her on the couch looped their arms with hers and kept her in place.

"Did I stutter?" Jessica said. "Your tongue belongs to me now. Rather than talking, you should be using it to eat me out."

"I-I don't... I'm not gay! I don't want to do this! Let me go!" Margaret screamed desperately.

"Oh dear," Alice said, "I don't think she remembers. Maybe we gave her a bit too much to drink."

"Here, maybe this will jog your memory." Jessica grabbed her phone from her discarded clothes and pulled up several videos. Each one was of Margaret on her knees, her face buried inside the crotches of the girls beside her now. "Listen, Margie. You have two options. One, you listen to us and follow our orders to the tee, or two, we release these videos to the world. Forget not having friends in high school, wherever you go from now on people will see you as a cheap whore who hungers for pussy. Good luck making friends with that reputation, let alone find a man to love you.

The realization of her situation sank in. She was being blackmailed. They would ruin her. She had nothing to take but the chance of a better future, and they were threatening to destroy that for her. What choice did she have? If she just did what they said they would leave her alone after this, right? So no matter how disgusting it was, she would have to listen to them, at least for today.

"I... I understand, Jessica."

"That's mistress to you, bitch. Whenever we're outside of school, you shall refer to me as your mistress. Is that clear?"

"Yes, mistress." Margaret's heart sank deep, even after her neighbors released her arms. Jessica, her mistress, stepped forward and spread her lower lips. Margaret, her memories flooding back with the sight before her, got to work.