8 Days: Day 3 - FTDS

"No rubber?"

She looked up at me angrily. "What was I supposed to do? It was burning me!"

"You could have stopped. Was the sex that important to you? Jesus, Lacey!"

"What do you care? I bet you went and screwed that little skank again, didn't you?"

"Actually, I had a very nice time with a different young woman. Very nice."

"Right. Like I believe that. You're just jealous."

I laughed. "Jealous? Christ, Lacey! Look at yourself. Yeah, I'm jealous alright."

Stacy interrupted to say the bath was ready. "Twenty minutes. I'm going to go get some stuff from the drugstore. I'll be back shortly. Someone should stay with her. I'll take care of her after I get back."

I hadn't thought things out. I figured having sex in the contaminated sheets would be a nice future deterrent. I hadn't counted on her sleeping in them all night. Exposing herself to the oils for a dozen hours or more. If she would only have changed the sheets, it might not have been so bad. Too late to do much about the spreading. She had it everywhere. All I could do was keep it dried out and fight the symptoms.

A few minutes on the phone had Cale advised his 'following' services wouldn't be required for at least a couple of days. I let Jenna know how things stood, and ended up calling her back after she was done laughing. I told her about Stacy's offer.

"You gonna take her up on it?"

"Of course. I thought, if you didn't mind, I can take care of Lacey for a while, then leave her in her friend's hands, while you and I catch an early dinner, and have some private time together."

She chuckled. "Thanks, Damon. Way to make a girl feel appreciated. Dinner and a quickie, then off to boff the bridesmaids?"

"Can you think of anything that will piss Lacey off more, than fucking all her best friends? Starting with the maid of honor."

"All of them?"

"I'm going to make sure that Stacy understands that I won't accept the same girl over and over again. What do you think they're going to come up with as a solution?"

"Remind me to never get you pissed off at me," she laughed.

"Too late. You know you've done that dozens of times over the years."

"Yeah, I guess I have. I never paid the piper like this."

"'Cause I like you, Jenna."

"You don't like your fiancée?"

"I loved her, at least I thought I did. Those feelings seem to be burning away pretty quickly. I loved her, and lusted for her. Never liked her as much as you."

"That's really fucked up, Damon. Your life long partner should be your best friend. You're only going to spend a few hours a week fucking, the rest of the time it's all about how you get along. What the hell were you thinking?"

I chuckled. "I'm a man. She's gorgeous. I was the envy of every guy I knew. I was thinking with my dick. Besides, it's not like I don't like her, I do, or did. Just not as much as you."

"Well stop it!" she snapped, giggling.

"Gotta go. I'm back home, and it's doctoring time. I've got a little after noon. Pick you up around 6:00?"

"Someplace nice for dinner, Ok? How come I always get fast food, and she gets four-star?"

"Somewhere nice, I promise."

~ * ~ * ~

Stacy was the only one left. My fiancée's maid of honor and best friend. Lacey was lying atop a plain sheet on the bed. I had my bag of new supplies.

"We have two concerns," I explained. "Dry it up so it doesn't get worse, and stop the itching. The Tea bath does a little of both, and stops the itching for a few hours. Now we'll use the calamine to dry it out. We'll use a lot of it."

I had an industrial size box of cotton balls, and started applying the pink goop. Stacy started helping. "Careful, Stacy. You don't want to get any of it on you."

She nodded. "I'm being careful, besides, I'm not very allergic to anything. I'll be fine."

Brave girl. I wasn't taking chances. I covered my hands, arms and face in Ivy Block. It works like sunscreen, but it protects you from the nasty stuff.

Me and another hot girl, touching almost every inch of my fiancée's naked body. It should have been a lot more erotic than it was. We did her front and back, then Stacy and I both washed our hands, side-by-side. "I'm going to go out around six. Wish me luck, otherwise I'll be giving you a call."

She pouted. "Couldn't you wait one day? She's going to need your help."

"She'll be out of it by the time I go. Trust me."

Stacy sighed. "We all screwed up, didn't we?"

"No. You all didn't. She did. You're not the one engaged to get married, fucking around the week before your wedding. Lying and cheating."

"Please try not to be too harsh on her today, alright? She's having a rough day," Stacy said softly.

"I'm not a sicko. I'll help her. I'm still pissed."

She nodded.

Truth was, I wasn't helping her as much as I could. Zanfel is a miracle drug, when it comes to Poison Ivy. Pricey, at about $50 a tube, but in my past, it's provided almost instant results. Two days, and all done. I'm a bastard. I didn't want her better in two days. Besides, using that would probably give everything away. Calamine can be used on any itchy rash, Zanfel had one purpose.

I got some ibuprofen in her, which I'd heard could help, and dosed her with about a gram of Vitamin C. "How're you doing?" I asked.

"Not as bad. It's hardly itching at all. I guess the tea-bath worked. Thanks." She sighed, trying to get comfortable.

"You want to watch TV? Read? Anything else I can do for you?"

"TV I guess. Something to distract me."

I piled the pillows behind her, helping her sit up. Turned the TV toward her and gave her the remote.

"Do I have to stay naked?"

"Wasn't that your plan anyway?" I said nastily.

She sighed. "I guess you win. No more experimenting. The deal's off." I think she said it hopefully. She couldn't really believe that.

"I don't think so. I'm having fun, to tell the truth." I looked over at Stacy and she shook her head. I guess she hadn't discussed it.

Lacey wasn't happy. "You know that's not fair! I'm not going to be able to do anything for days."

"And how is that my problem? The whole thing was your idea. I tried to stop it yesterday, but you wanted none of that," I reminded her. "You laughed that nobody would want to fuck me, while you got to be a total slut. It turns out you're wrong."

"But that was before!" she whined. "If you insist on keeping the deal, I'm going to have to save my days for later."

I glared at her. "So now you're telling me you plan to continue your lying and cheating after we're married?"

"Only if you won't play fair. If you get six more days, so do I," she said, glaring at me.

"She's all yours, Stacy. I'm done with her. She's a lying, deceiving, cheating slut. We have a deal she insisted on, and she wants to break it, again. She also tells me she plans on cheating on me after we get married. That's not gonna happen. I want her out of here when I get back."

"This is my place too!" Lacey yelled. "And you're the one cheating!"

"No, this is my home. My name's on the lease. We're not married, and you have no claims on the place. If you're here when I get back, I'll call the police and have you thrown out."

"This isn't fair! How come you get to fuck around, if I don't!" she shrieked.

"Nobody's stopping you. You have six days. Go ahead. Have fun."

"I CAN'T! NOT LIKE THIS!"

"Your problem not mine." I looked over at Stacy. "Make sure she's gone when I get back."

I started walking out, and Stacey ran over and grabbed my arm, letting me drag her along, while Lacey cursed me. "Don't, Damon! Let me talk to her."

"Damn it, Stacy! You heard her. What kind of woman tells her fiancé she plans on cheating on him after the marriage? What the hell is wrong with her?"

"She's upset, and in pain. She's afraid she's going to lose you, and is striking back. That's all."

"Bullshit. She wants her cake and eat it too. She wants to fuck around, but she doesn't want me to. Exactly like I said, remember? No fucking way. I'm serious. She's gone when I get back, or I'll throw her out the fucking door the way she is now!"

I was standing at the door, and Stacy was clinging to my arm for dear life. "Please, Damon! Please, let me deal with it. She'll stick with the deal. No cheating after the marriage. I know she didn't mean that. She's just trying to get you to stop."

"I don't trust her. How can I? You know what I think? I think she'll agree, and then go ahead and fuck around on me in the future, always telling herself that I owe it to her. That's what I think. I don't trust her anymore. She's destroyed that with her stupid game."

Stacy stood in front of me, blocking the door. "Wait, Damon. Don't rush off. Think about it. You end it now, our deal is off. You and me. You're on your own."

"Big deal. I was only doing it because you asked me to."

She moved up next to me, rubbing my chest. "It's me. You'll get me, Damon. I'll make it incredible. Just don't do this. Let me at least try to work things out. You'll get me tonight, and if I can't fix it by tomorrow, what have you lost? One night of letting her sleep here is all it takes. Please?"

"Stacy, you're gorgeous, and sexy as hell, but it's just not worth it. I... I don't mean that you're not worth it. That's ridiculous, of course you are. But I don't want to lead her on. It's best if she understands and moves on."

"I am worth it. Worth one last chance. You guys loved each other like nobody's business. You had it all. This stupidity is ruining everything, but we can fix it. I know we can." She dropped to her knees, and started unbuckling my pants. "Give it one day. I'll even give you a down payment for tonight."

I let her talk me into it. I even hoped that Lacey would walk out and catch us. That would have been fun. No such luck. It was a pretty basic blowjob. She was good, but obviously in a hurry. No teasing or playing around, she sucked and stroked me like a girl on a mission. Which I guess she was.

Still... a blowjob's a blowjob. A pretty girl, cock in her face, sucking diligently, does a lot to relieve stress. I caressed her hair, and watched. She worked hard at it, and it only took about five minutes or so to get me off. Worst blowjob I'd had in quite a while, to be honest, but I figured I'd give her a break. The circumstances were far from ideal. Besides, it was better than anything Lacey ever gave me, that's for sure.

She stood shyly, while I pulled my pants back up. "I... I hope that was enough. I was in a hurry, but I promise, it'll be much better tonight. So can she stay?"

I pulled her in for a hug. She'd earned that much. "One night."

"And you'll let me try to fix things? Postpone a final decision until tomorrow?"

I chuckled. "You should be in sales, beautiful. Alright. No final decision until tomorrow."

I pulled her away from the door, and gave her a quick kiss. "In a couple of hours give her another tea bath. Then use the Cortisone-10 on her, and have her take the Benadryl Allergy I bought, when she's ready to sleep." She was so cute, I stole a second kiss. "Don't forget the STD test. If she's not proven clean, I'm not marrying her. I'm not going to miss out on the one and only honeymoon I intend on having."

"I'll make sure. I'll work it all out. Thanks," she said, then pulled me down for another kiss, a lot more serious, boding well for the evening.

I just wanted to get out of the house. Damn, that woman had an almost infinite capacity for pissing me off lately. I considered dropping in on Jenna early, but thought better of it. She might plan on dressing up for dinner. I didn't want to interfere with a woman's plans. I already had a pretty good idea what came of that.

Instead, I gave Cale a call. Checked in with him, and we watched a little football, while I filled him in. I realized I still had the flip-camera in my pocket. I felt a little weird, watching it with Cale, especially at the beginning when she was being all sexy. Stripping for her boy, going down on him, telling him all the wonderful things she had planned.

They got in the bed, and it started to get fun. Nothing too crazy to start. I was surprised she actually used a rubber with him. He resisted at first.

"No way. I didn't have to use one yesterday! Why would I use one today?"

She giggled. "You're not going to use one. You're going to use a lot. Fill them all up. I'm going to collect them for my little cucky fiancée."

The bastard grinned. "Alright. I guess we can do that. I don't mind rubbing it in a little."

Cale turned to me. "Still sorry he ran into some trouble last night?"

"Fuck no. Let's make sure he runs into a good bit more, if we get the chance."

Cale nodded and we watched.

They had sex. She rode him, once again turning into a slut. "God, what a great cock! How am I ever going to be able to go back to normal after this?" she moaned.

The asshole laughed. "You don't have to. I'll be tapping that sweet pussy and ass for a long, long time."

She giggled. "You wouldn't mind fucking a married woman?"

"In her husband's bed, stretching her holes all out for him? I'm going to love doing that."

It was much the same as the previous day. He fucked her hard, abused her, slapped her around a little. Pretty rough, and she was getting off on being his whore. He filled his condom, and they tied it off, and left it on the dresser. He fucked her face until he was content, and rolled another rubber on. "On your knees, you little whore. I'm getting some more of that sweet ass. Was it really virgin?"

She laughed. "Completely. My Cuck-fiancée was really pissed I let you take it first. I promised him he'd get some when you were done with it. Why don't you see if you can stretch it out for him."

He stuck his thumb roughly up her ass, and she looked less than happy for a second. "Lube me up, lover. You're way too big otherwise." I watched her grab her new bottle of lube, and couldn't help grinning.

"This should be good," I told Cale.

"What?"

"Watch."

He squirted some on his thumb and stuck it back inside her. Lathered up his condom, and without any more preparation, shoved his cock deep inside of her. It was only a few seconds later that she started complaining, then she was yelling, trying to escape. Loverboy hung onto her hips, slamming into her, while she shrieked. "Shut up, you little whore. You'll get used to it."

"No, stop, STOP!" she begged. "Something's wrong. It's burning. Burning like crazy."

"You'll be fine, stop bitching!" he sneered.

She went wild, kicking and jerking away. He slapped her ass hard, telling her to calm down. She tried to turn to push him away with her hands, and he slapped her face, hard, resounding. She gasped and clawed at him. "STOP IT!"

She managed to escape and he was cursing at her. "You don't get to pull this shit with me! I'm not your wimp boyfriend."

I cursed myself for not having two cameras. When she ran into the bathroom, we lost her just a few feet inside the door. We had a decent shot of the sink, and maybe half the shower, at a distance. She turned away from the camera, and must have headed for the toilet. A few second later she reappeared.

She was crying, turning on the shower. She grabbed the shower head, and stuck it between her legs. She was dancing in place, using her finger in her own butt. She scrambled out of the tub, and went to the counter. I saw her pull out what looked like one of her new enema's. I was surprised she didn't even try to use Vaseline, she just stuck it up her butt, and started squeezing.

After a minute of obvious misery. She squatted in the tub, gross, and let go. She screamed when she saw the steady flow of red liquid. My little idea to add the food coloring to the enema was paying off better than I could have imagined. I thought it might prevent her from doing something, make her cautious. Not this.

"What did you do! I'm bleeding, you asshole!"

He was standing in the bathroom door, watching, blocking half our view, the dickhead. He shrugged. "I don't know. We'd hardly started. Maybe you got a little tear. I used the lube."

She was sobbing, using the showerhead on herself. She grabbed the second enema, and started in again.

"That one too?" Cale asked.

"Yep. Red food coloring."

"You are one sick bastard, aren't you?"

"You don't think she deserves it?"

"That and more," he confirmed.

She was crying inconsolably when the second stream of red liquid purged out of her bowels. As least it looked like it wasn't burning as badly.

"You gonna be much longer before we can go again?" Mister Empathy asked.

"I can't. I'm a mess," she whined.

"Don't sweat it. I can skip your ass tonight. Let you get better. That pussy is sweet enough. Better, really."

She shook her head. "No. I'm done."

"Bullshit! That pussy is mine, and I'm getting some more. Either that or I'm going to take that ass again, and tear it up good!"

Nice guy. She knew how to pick 'em.

She argued a while, then he was dragging her out of the bathroom, throwing her on the bed. "You choose. Ass or pussy?"

She was shaking, still crying. "Pussy."

"Beg me. Beg me to fuck that pussy. You know you love my cock."

She wiped her face, "Fuck my pussy, baby. Please, I need it. No condom either. I need to feel it."

He smirked. "I bet you do." He stared at her for a few seconds. "Let's go, bitch. It's not gonna get hard by itself. Get to sucking!"

She sucked. She fucked. She let him use her roughly, but wasn't asking for it. She was not much more than a limp body with a hole. He tried to get her to respond, got rougher, but she was done. I was definitely uncomfortable watching. It was rape, and my ex-fiancée was the victim.

He still got off twice more. He even tried to get into her ass again, and she responded for the first time. She pulled away and glared at him. "No. You try that again, I swear to God I'll cut off your cock and shove it up your own ass."

I chuckled. "There she is. Now he gets to see the girl that comes to my bed. No more slut I guess."

When he was done, the second time, he wiped his cock on her face, got up and dressed. "If you're gonna be my slut, you're gonna have to do better than that. I'll cut you some slack, since you got some kind of butt problem, but I expect better tomorrow. You understand?"

She nodded.

He walked out. She started sobbing again, pulled the covers over herself, curled up in a ball, and cried herself to sleep.

Cale looked decidedly uncomfortable. "That was hard to watch. I don't know if she deserved all that."

I nodded. "Pretty ugly. But she brought it on herself. She wanted to fuck around, break the rules, cheat on me, and on our deal. She's the one that declared war. She's the one that chose the asshole. She wanted a big dick? She found a 6'3" tall one. Good for her."

"And now she's covered in poison ivy, head-to-toe?"

"Pretty much. She'll be out of commission for at least a few days. I wonder how loverboy's going to take that?"

Cale grinned. "Rumor has it, he's in no shape to be concerned. I don't think he'll be using his equipment on anybody else soon."

"Couldn't happen to a more deserving guy."

~ * ~ * ~

I wasn't in the best mood when I went to see Jenna. She knows me too well, and got me to spill the beans over an incredible ribeye and twice baked potatoes.

She didn't look as happy as I thought she'd be. "That sucks," she finally said. "She's a bitch, and doesn't deserve you, but that was wrong. Brett shouldn't have done that." She sipped her wine. "You think you might have taken it a bit too far?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. The way I see it, if she wasn't giving her ass away, after promising it to me, it wouldn't have happened. If she'd picked up a decent human being, instead of a complete bastard, she would have been fine. If she hadn't begged him to abuse her, slap her around, treat her like a whore and a slut, he wouldn't have thought it was Ok to continue doing it. She brought most of this down on herself. She could have ended the whole deal yesterday when I practically begged her to, but she wanted more of the bastard. She declared war. I just finished it."