Charmed [2018] Fic: Disposable Fun
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puppetficTags: Group Sex/Fivesome
Summary: (Maggie has to prove that she prioritizes her sorority in a different way.)
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“Hosting the Halloween party for us is a great start, but… girl, you know it’s not that simple.”
Lucy tells her that she’ll be a shoe-in for Kappa if she does this, but she won’t tell Maggie what it is. As she leads Maggie up to her room, each potential outcome begins to swirl in her mind, circumstances floating through the time-stream and whirling around in a lethal vortex. She has a very bad feeling about this; something inside of her, in each bloody gut, says that there’s something on the other side that Maggie isn’t going to like. She even briefly wonders if it’s a new power—what do they call that? Claircognizance? Clairvoyance? But it’s just the look on Lucy’s face that roars insincerity like a wolf calling for its pack. She tries to read Lucy’s mind, but Lucy pulls away.
“Plenty of time for that later!” exclaims Lucy, and — okay, what the hell does that mean? Lucy won’t let Maggie touch her, and Maggie’s heart is inching to a sledgehammer.
Maybe her sisters are right. Maybe her devotion to this sorority is a bit unhealthy. Maybe she should turn around—-if she turns around, though, her social life is over, so she keeps climbing stairs at a snailslow pace in a pathetic attempt to delay the inevitable. The door is cracked partially open, and the house suddenly rushes her into a burst of cold. She wonders if the sudden temperature shift indicates a demonic presence, or if she’s just losing her mind, but she doesn’t get a chance to investigate further when Lucy grabs her arm with sudden force. Oh. In her mind: Oh my gosh, I can’t wait! This is my favorite thing to do with the girls.
It’s calming, for a moment. Maggie thinks it might not be that bad. Maybe it’s something fun! It could be anything. Maggie is definitely overreacting—
Lucy shoves her through the door. She shuts it at the speed of a rapid, hunting cheetah, and no, on second thought—
Maggie wishes she had Mel’s power when she sees the truth, the harsh reality of it all unfolding in front of her: Lucy is unbuttoning her very-tight jeans. Another sister, MacKenzie, is completely naked, securing a harness over her bare near-skeletal hips. Two of the other members—Maggie knows one as Aura, but she cannot remember the name of the other one—make out on Lucy’s bed as a third kisses over Aura’s chest.
“Lucy, what the hell—”
“What?” she replies, her voice giving a convincingly innocuous singsong hum. “I told you, you have to prove you care about us. So, if you want to join Kappa, you have to take us all.”
The rest of the girls realize that Maggie has entered and they disentangle from one another, turning to Maggie, erupting in an excited chorus of her name. “It’ll be fun,” says Aura. “Oh, don’t worry, we’re, like, so nice about it.”
She’s in over her head. Oh, her head—if they all touch her, all at once, she doesn’t even know what will happen. Will it be a muddle of thoughts in an overlay atop her own, each sensation of pleasure turning her mind to static as they fuck her? Will she hear their half-demented determination, what they truly think of her, as they toy with her? She’s in over her head.
“Lucy, I don’t think I can—”
She giggles her high giggle. “You don’t have to, but, you know…. we have a lot of influence here, like, a lot….”
In her mind, she freezes time. She imagines immobilizing herself, shutting herself in a little box and curling away. She imagines her life if she doesn’t give in; it looks even lonelier than her life looks now, no one besides her sisters and Harry to talk to, no one to love her or — or touch her. She imagines how the act could go; will they each take turns? Will they sit on her face? Will it be unbearable in the mind, will it feel good? It could feel good. She’s never fucked—or been fucked by—a woman before, but she knows that Lucy has, thanks to reading her mind, and maybe that means she’s good at it.
Maybe it’ll be good to get out of her own mind for a while. If everyone else is thinking for her, her own thoughts can’t poke through.
“Where do you want me?”
They direct Maggie to undress and sit on the bed. Once she’s fully undressed, she gives a heavy inhale in an attempt to regulate herself, trying with desperation to stop her anxieties and submit. It’s just sex. There’s nothing to be scared of. It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a test. She will be fine. She’ll be great, actually! She’ll have a sorority, she’ll have friends who aren’t Macy or Mel, she’ll have a life. You can balance personal life and vanquishing evil.
Lucy sits in her lap, pulls her in for a kiss. In her mind: God, who knew she was this hot underneath all that flakiness? Her lips are soft, her hands against Maggie’s face softer; Maggie tries to tune out the sound of her thoughts as she feels Lucy’s teeth give small nips against her bottom lip. I should think about Parker, or else maybe I’m cheating. Then again, he’ll never know. Her tongue slips in quick after, her hands hard and rough in Maggie’s dark hair. She turns frantic, as if this is supposed to be a distraction, her hands running over Maggie’s body with an animalistic passionate hunger. Besides, it’s not like I want to fuck him or anything, that’d be weird. No thanks, I want all the focus.
But if she wants all the focus, why this?
Lucy climbs off of her when she’s satisfied; Maggie can feel her wetness over her own thighs. The intense storm of thoughts dissipates only for a fleeting moment as Maggie is pushed onto her back and Lucy pries her legs apart. Whatever. I really want her to join Kappa.
Well, at least there’s that—
Lucy’s mouth now, giving her slow kisses over her hips, taking her time with intentional agony. Oh, and there’s Lucy’s tongue. Apparently, it’s pierced. She is good at this. Her warm scorching mouth gives short, repetitive sucks and laps over Maggie’s clit, her hands wrapping around the outside of Maggie’s thighs as she goes. Maggie wonders if the others are watching in amusement, if they’re waiting for their turns. She wonders how long this will take.
As if there’s been some sort of telepathic communication between them: I think I’ll keep her here for a while.
Maggie tries to tune out Lucy’s thoughts. She tries singing in her mind, first, but she can’t focus on it, can’t seem to form the lyrics out of the cerebral marble. She tries to project herself into a different place, to fantasize, but her mind can only form the thought of Lucy’s fucking boyfriend, which she’ll have to deal with later, and it only brings her back to the thought of Lucy and back into Lucy’s inner world. She’s suffocating in Lucy, and Lucy is suffocating in her.
And then Lucy pulls away. Thank God. “Mmm-mmm, stay down. Good girl.”
She looks up to see MacKenzie approaching her. A tall, larger woman with hip-length red hair and a sharp pink smile---MacKenzie is admittedly gorgeous, and honestly, Maggie wouldn’t mind getting fucked by her if it didn’t mean being forced to read her mind. She doesn’t mind fucking Lucy, because she knows Lucy, and Lucy is predictable, but she doesn’t know the others that well. MacKenzie’s mind could go anywhere.
She pulls Maggie closer by her legs, positioning her harness between Maggie. In MacKenzie’s mind: I’ll admit, I’m warming up to this girl. At first, I was like—
There’s the unmistakable sound of spit and the sensation of something pressing in, gentle and calm, stretching her with care as it works itself inward. Slow, cautious movements. Maggie is so wet that it’s humiliating, even with the completely odd transfer of thought. At least it isn’t someone thinking about random things on repeat to avoid climaxing too early. No, with MacKenzie all the thoughts are about her, how hot she is, how she’s going to be great in Kappa (if she doesn’t screw this up), how she belongs here. It’s… refreshing. Maybe that’s not the right word.
She hears Lucy’s voice outside of the haze. “Aura,” she directs, and then, too fast, Aura is there—
In her mind: I’m having the worst day. I need this.
—she climbs over Maggie’s face. Maggie finds a position that will allow her to breathe through her obligation, and then she does what she is expected to—she tries to remember everything that Lucy did to her, tries to copy that. She moves her tongue circular and in firm, vertical movements against Aura, whose hands curl into an angry grip down over Maggie’s hair as Maggie continues working. Wow, I thought she’d suck at this, but she doesn’t. She’s doing something right—she really is a shoe-in for Kappa.
Aura grinds down over her face, briefly smothering her. She’s beginning to think there isn’t a way to balance personal life and vanquishing demons.
MacKenzie’s thrusts get faster faster faster. Her hips snap up, deeper into Maggie, and Maggie lets out a deep gasp, which vibrates against Aura. Her hands curl into Lucy’s bed sheets, reaching for something to hold onto as it becomes too overwhelming, too much, too much, too much, too much, too much too much too much.
“Hey, those are expensive,” Lucy says, a fake pouting tone. “I don’t want you to ruin my sheets. Emily, go hold her hand so she doesn’t fuck them up.”
Oh, right. Emily. That’s her name. In Emily’s mind: Ugh, I get stuck with the worst job. I’ll take my turn later, I guess.
In Aura’s mind: fuck, she’s so good. Another thrust. MacKenzie grabs her thighs with rough touch. In MacKenzie’s mind: I love doing this. Look at her, taking it so well. She’ll fit in perfectly here if she keeps this up. In Emily’s mind: I’m so bored, so Maggie’s hand breaks away and moves between Emily’s legs, rubbing and spreading her fingers in circles. From Emily: Well, well. That’s a surprise. In Aura’s mind: Fuck, fuck, I’m so close. And then MacKenzie stops holding back, and Lucy finds her way to Maggie’s side, her tongue in a swirl over Maggie’s nipple, a comforting touch against Maggie’s warm skin, and Maggie’s mind transforms into radio gibberish, the pleasure too overwhelming, like a rocket explosion, shattering her over the skies, too much, too much. She can’t differentiate between sources anymore; everyone sounds the same, all thinking at once.
From everyone: I’m so. Fuck. I love this place. We’re just friends. I never want to graduate. I was wrong about Maggie. I hope she doesn’t flake on us again. I hope we fucking tire her out. It feels so good, I’m so close. I wish MacKenzie would fuck me too. I think I’m a lesbian but that makes it too real so we’ll just ignore that. I’m so late on this essay. I can’t believe that professor didn’t want to fuck me. Oh, well. Maggie’s better.
Maggie comes at the touch of someone else for the first time since gaining her powers. She gasps, bucks her hips up to deepen and ride out the feeling, her nails digging into Emily’s thighs. Aura might be getting there, too, because Maggie can just barely register her increased movements and noises atop her face as one of the internal voices fades into nonsensical begging. MacKenzie gives a cruel laugh and fucks in harder, doesn’t stop, doesn’t show mercy. Who cares about mercy? This is a college sorority. There are no rules.
They each take turns fucking her, of course. She reaches orgasm five more times, helping the others, her body becoming increasingly limp and exhausted with each thrust, each snap, each convulse. Why was she so scared of this? Maggie’s own thoughts become secondary, tertiary, and then a nothingness in the pool of thoughts boiling over in her brain. She tunes out of herself, existing now in a smaller dimension of only bliss and ecstasy, losing her own problems in the flesh of others.
If she runs into any monsters today, she really is screwed.
