Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 07

© 2021, All rights reserved - mimaster

After Brandi trains Christina, Gerard takes next step

Greetings readers.

I wasn't sure where to post this. I considered both my profile page, or a comment at the end of one of the chapters, but after thinking about it, it seems the only likely place it might be seen and read is at the beginning of a chapter.

First, let me say that I can accept constructive criticism. Presented in the right way, it's a very helpful tool to a writer. Additionally, I knew going in that this series was going to be panned. It's the nature of the genre, even though it's placed in novels and novellas. At the beginning of chapter one I warned that this is much different than anything I've written before and its not for everyone. But, I was prepared for the backlash.

That said, there are a couple things I didn't expect, and one I won't accept. I knew there were, for the lack of a better way to put it, trolls. I confirmed this week that there are people that use multiple accounts and downvote stories multiple times. How, you ask? Well, I received two nearly identical anonymous comments to one of my stories; each opening with the exact same line that they voted it one star. When I logged on, they both had been posted 44 minutes before. Too many coincidences. Yet, the system will only let you post one anonymous comment per account per story. After that you have to use your username. That's a lot of effort for one person just to dislike something instead of not reading multiple chapters.

I can't do anything about someone downvoting multiple times. I'm not going to turn off the voting/comment feature even though I could. What I won't accept is anonymity. If you want to pan or complain or question, fine. But step out of the shadows and own your words. I've had one comment state they can't believe I've lowered myself to write this series, and questioned whether or not I turned in my man card. Another used the word 'wimp', while a third I won't mention because it's not worth giving them the notoriety. I deleted all those comments, because they didn't have the guts to own them. That's a prerogative I will continue to exercise.

The funny thing is, since I've begun posting this series, and doing it a lot quicker than I normally do, I've seen a huge uptick in new followers and people liking those particular chapters. Unfortunately, it seems those people don't vote, and almost never comment. I've never pandered for either, and I'm reluctant to do it now. But I am, if only to drown out some of the hate when all I'm doing is trying to provide a different audience a storyline they might enjoy.

Anyway, for those of you that do appreciate the time and effort I put into my writing, I hope you enjoy this latest installment.

Mimaster

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Friday morning, March 15th

Brandi had just pulled up to the curb in front of what she considered her home gym. It was the closest to where she lived, and it was where Gerard worked most of the time. Even if her schedule had her going to one of the nine other locations in his chain, or three like she had planned for the day, she'd usually start her workday there.

Christina had started her day there as well. Not to work out, even though it was the gym she frequented. Up until two days before, it was the one she knew existed. That was prior to Wednesday, when Brandi began taking her on a guided tour of all the gyms in the empire that Gerard had created.

The tour was rather limited. It wasn't like she was literally shown around each of the locations. She wasn't there to compare workout equipment or the square footage designated for aerobics and Zumba classes. She was there to suck the cocks of the men charged with running the facility; two of them at every facility she was taken.

Just like that first time in her personal gym of choice, she had to strip naked in the hallway and enter the men's locker room that way. Once there she would drop on her knees and wait. Excitedly. When the first guy would enter the room, she'd hand him her phone and tell him to record it. She wouldn't get it back until she sucked off the second guy... the two handing it off in their office like a track baton.

She'd dress in the hallway and leave with two loads of cum on her face, wearing them until they arrived at the next gym. She was allowed to wash it off when she got there, Gerard thinking it best to allow each pair of managers to see just how beautiful she was before they marked her. There was a wicked part of Christina that didn't want to, wondering just how slutty she'd look at the end of the day with six men's worth of sperm on her. She did have to wear the last two loads until she was in the vehicle line at the school to pick up her kids, and she had to text Gerard a picture to prove it.

She knew she'd have to suck cock as part of her penance for disappointing Gerard that first time they were together. Although it hardly felt like punishment. She was in the middle of a sexual awakening the likes of which she'd never dreamed. Yet Brandi had warned her to keep her guard up, knowing full well he would be testing Christina in other ways during her three-day trial period as a hotwife wannabe.

There were the pictures he'd demand as proof of her obedience, which she totally anticipated. Making her eat Brandi's pussy to start each of the first two days was unexpected. That was a huge challenge, and not only did she pass, she also enjoyed it. Her most recent challenge... the one that ended her afternoon the day before, was something she never could have anticipated. Frankly, it was one she wasn't sure she could comply with, but she found the courage with the help of her new friend.

"Nice outfit," Brandi winked.

"Thanks," she replied, looking down at what she was wearing. The pale blue tube top stretched tightly over her big breasts, barely containing them. She was showing both cleavage up top, and underboob below. The bright white hip-hugger shorts were made of spandex, and were deliberately too small. The legs stopped at her crotch, and the material pinched up between her thighs creating a very noticeable camel toe effect. Her four-inch wedge sandals strapped up past her ankles and tied in a bow. "I'm feeling very prostitute-y standing here like this."

"What are you trying to say... you don't like my clothes?" Brandi teased.

Christina bent over at the waist, her hands holding the top of the door. Her heavy tits bounced around in the process, the thin material of the top struggling to hold them in. She actually looked like a hooker trying to pick up a John. "I'm not saying that. I'm actually thrilled we're the same size. I don't have anything like this in my closet. Or the schoolgirl outfit you loaned me yesterday. I had to go out and buy the miniskirt and blouse I wore Wednesday, for God's sake."

"Yeah, I'm thinking that's the next thing I'm going to help mentor you on. If you're going to be a real hotwife we're gonna have to seriously update your wardrobe."

"I'm all for shopping," she said as she opened the door to climb in. "I just don't know how you walk around dressed like this all day. Or even what I wore yesterday."

"Oh my God, Chris... I don't wear that in public. Those are party outfits."

"Party... what kind of party?"

"Never mind that now... we need to get going."

Christina started to get in, but Brandi raised her hand and she dutifully stopped. She knew something was up; she just didn't know what. She did lob out a guess, saying, "I assume you want me to eat you... where are we doing it? Inside?"

"You don't know how great that sounds, but not right now. I was wondering, how are the nipples?"

"Sore. Very sore."

"Show me. Pull the top down."

Christina realized it was another test. "He's watching, isn't he," she laughed as she reached for the top.

"You know I can't tell you that," she winked.

Sliding it down she let the material fall to her hips. "Does he want me to turn around?"

"Sometimes it's more erotic when you can't see and you have to use your imagination."

Putting her hands on her hips, she stood there like an Amazon. "And yet you can't take your eyes off them."

"I have a different imagination than he does," she shot back, her naughty laugh wafting with the cool morning breeze coming off the nearby ocean. "Come on. Leave them out until we clear the parking lot... but we really need to get going."

Christina sat down, but waited to fasten her seatbelt because she wouldn't be able to pull her top up if she did. And since she was instructed to wait until they left the parking lot, she hesitated.

Brandi would have none of that. "Safety first, Chris. The car doesn't come out of neutral until you buckle up."

"Hmm... tricked me into letting you drive me around topless, did he?" she said as she snapped the clip into the buckle, the chest strap splitting between her breasts.

"Put on your sunglasses and act like you're supposed to be topless. The key to dealing with it is to own it."

"Just don't get pulled over," she sighed.

They were heading toward the freeway when they heard the first honk. Christina ignored the car next to them. Brandi reached over and cupped her friend's left tit, lifting it. When she let it drop back, she grabbed it, flicking her thumb over the swollen nipple, and the new jewelry adorning it.

"Do you like them?"

"The nipple rings? Yeah... I have to admit I do. I still can't believe I worked up the nerve to go through with it. It never would have happened if it weren't for you helping me through it."

"Bullshit. You have more strength than you give yourself credit for. You just need to learn to tap into it."

"Well you were right about one thing. I definitely feel sexier with them. I couldn't stop staring at myself in the mirror this morning. Between them and the belly ring, it's like I'm a totally different person."

"You're a hotwife now, Chris. You are a different person."

"I guess you're right. I'm a slut now," she laughed. Then she waved at the honking car next to them at the stoplight they were waiting on.

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Thursday afternoon, March 14th

It was the last test of her Thursday afternoon. Gerard had told Brandi which gyms to go to so that they would have time for what he had planned, although he didn't tell her what it was. Or even where.

When Christina sent him a pic after sucking the last two men on her schedule, he in turn texted Brandi with instructions.

12:27 PM

take chris to see spike. he has all the details. make sure it happens.

12:27 PM

For fucks sake. Really lol

12:27 PM

u know the drill

12:27 PM

Who's $$ and how much $$

12:27 PM

can she go deep

12:27 PM

So $$ is a BJ

12:27 PM

its not ink so just a BJ. can she yet

12:27 PM

No. was close 2day tmrw 4 sure

12:27 PM

then its u B

12:27 PM

No pussy. Right?

12:27 PM

No tat so no fuck. Suck him good

12:28 PM

Hey. Its me LOL

12:28 PM

ur right. nobody sucks like my B

12:28 PM

U know it. Ive got this. C U ltr

Twenty minutes later Brandi was leading a visibly nervous Christina into a tattoo parlor in Venice that also specialized in body piercings. Five minutes after that she was in a leather chair, talking to a man named Spike, who was going over the aftercare procedures required to take care of a new piercing... or three.

None of the transaction was left to her choice. Christina was told what was going to be done, and the jewelry was already picked out. She didn't have a say. There was no time to process it. It was choose to accept it, or understand that Gerard likely would end their relationship. Obviously she had a choice. But the options were clear. Her nipples were to be decorated with golden hoops three-quarters of an inch in diameter. In her navel was going to be a green stone, with a green four-leaf clover dangling below it. The setting surprised her.

"I don't understand. I'm not Irish," she opined, wondering the significance.

Spike smirked and said, "Maybe not, but your eyes are. I don't think I've ever seen eyes that deep of green before. They're stunning."

"Thank you," she blushed.

"The other thing that's Irish is the pub that changed your life."

"What?"

"Isn't O'Malley's where you told your husband you were going to turn him into a cuck?" he laughed.

"Uh, yes... it is. How do you know about that?"

"You're seriously asking me that? You're brunette, not some empty-headed blonde."

"Hey mister!" Brandi snapped, knowing he was teasing.

"I'm kidding B. Christina, the only thing you should be sure about is that your bull wants you to remember the significance of it. My guess is he's also sending a message to Meat."

The fact that Spike knew Gerard called Alex 'Meat' told her everything she needed to know. The man that had just fondled her tits before, during and after he'd put the hoops through her nipples knew everything about her. At least he had enough knowledge of her situation to put her on edge. He let the subject drop, more interested in the payment Brandi was about to give him for his services.

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Friday morning, March 15th

Less than twenty-four hours later Brandi was glancing off and on at those new breast accessories as they flew down the freeway.

"So, they're sore, huh? They don't look that bad, really. A bit swollen, but there's not a lot of redness."

"They don't hurt so bad right now, but then they're not getting smooshed by the tube top at the moment," she snickered.

"But they hurt this morning?"

"Oh yeah, they were throbbing. I went to bed early last night. The emotional roller coaster I've been on the last couple of days has really sapped my energy. I wanted to be fresh for today. I usually sleep on my sides, but when I'm exhausted, I sometimes roll over in the middle of the night... I woke up on my stomach."

"You mean your tits."

"Uh huh. I thought I'd dreamt the whole thing until I rolled over and massaged them. When I felt the ring in my left nipple, I got instantly wet. I had to masturbate before I got out of bed to take my shower."

"What did Alex say?"

"He hasn't seen them. I'm not sure when I'm going to show them to him. I need to work myself up to it. When I got out of the shower, I caught myself in the mirror. It was such a wicked feeling that came over me. I kinda want to keep it to myself for a while. Truthfully, I'm hoping I can put off showing him until I'm with Gerard again. I think it would be hot if he fucked me first before Alex even knows I have them."

"Sounds like you're pretty happy you were made to do it."

"Yeah. I really, really love them."

"You're welcome."

"Pardon?"

"I paid for your jewelry with my mouth, Chris. I'd say some gratitude is in order."

"Oh, I'm definitely grateful. And somehow I have a feeling I'll be paying you back before the day is over."

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Friday afternoon, March 15th

Christina was on pins and needles when they pulled into the parking lot of her gym. Brandi parked and closed the roof of her BMW 420i before turning off the engine. She opened her door, but her friend sat frozen in the passenger seat.

"Are you okay, Chris?"

"Just a little numb."

"Numb... your nipples?" she asked, worried if there might be an infection setting in.

"My brain. I'm a little overwhelmed to be honest. This has been an incredible three days. I'm going to miss being around you."

"I'm not going anywhere. You're my friend. At least I hope we're friends after all this."

Christina flashed a wry smile. "Definitely."

"Well stop being so melancholy. We're going to be seeing a lot of each other. What kind of a mentor would I be if we didn't?"

"I'm not sure what else there is to teach me. You got me to deep throat. And I think we both know it wasn't a fluke, since I did it to the last four guys I was with."

"I'm proud of you. I knew you could do it. But there's a lot left for you to learn. Your wardrobe being next, in case you forgot."

"Huh. Oddly enough I did. I forgot all about it."

"Well I'm sure that will be coming up on Gerard's list pretty quick if you passed the trial period. Even if you didn't, you'll need to get hotter clothes. You're a hotwife no matter what happens after today."

"Am I still in limbo you think?"

"I think we should just go in and find out. No matter what, we're still going to be friends, okay?"

"I really want to be friends... but it'll seem hollow if I don't, you know. I'll feel like I let you down."

"Stop thinking negatively and let's go hit this head on. The longer you wait the more doubt can creep in."

"Okay. What am I doing? Am I walking in naked... face full of cum?"

She handed her a towel. "Nope. Fully covered, clean face. You've made enough of a spectacle of yourself in the gyms the last few days. Other than being dressed up like a hooker, he wants you to look as normal as possible."

Wiping the sperm off her skin, she mused, "Where's the fun in that?"

"Hurry up and you just might find out."

The two beauties walked into Gerard's office a short time later, Christina suddenly beaming with confidence. Brandi had given her a pep talk on the way inside, and it did wonders for her ego.

Gerard was sitting at his desk doing some paperwork, but he quickly set it to the side once he heard the door close. Christina stood stoically in front of him. Behind her, Brandi did what she had waited for since Tuesday. It was time for her reward, so she undressed.

Walking past a stunned Christina, she moved to the side of the desk before climbing onto it. Lying on her back she spread her thighs, bringing a smile to his face. He remained silent, simply lowering his compression shorts to reveal his already hard cock. Grabbing her by the ankles he pulled her ass toward the edge of the top and buried his flesh fully inside her warm, wet cunt.

Christina stood transfixed, her mouth hanging open. It was a twist she hadn't anticipated, once again her sexual equilibrium thrown off balance. She'd expected a welcome of some sort, or at the very least an acknowledgment. Instead Brandi was fucking the man she'd been obsessing about for almost a month. It was excruciating at first, until she saw the bliss on her new friend's face. It became clear that this was another test.

After Brandi came the first time, she motioned for Christina to get undressed. She also put her finger to her lips to tell her that talking wasn't necessary. It felt more like a warning, so she removed the risqué outfit and waited to be directed.

She ended up sitting on Brandi's face, receiving her first... and eventually her fourth ever orgasm caused by the mouth of a woman. She was thrilled it was Brandi that did the honors, loving that the first woman she'd ever eaten was returning the favor, providing her multiple climaxes.

Gerard was outdoing himself. He was in incredible physical condition, as evidenced when he finally removed his tight top to show off his glistening muscular chest. He'd been hammering Brandi full bore for at least twenty minutes, and there seemed to be no end in sight. That is until Christina leaned forward and started sucking wildly on one of his nipples. When she switched to the other one, his body lurched forward and he began cumming deep inside Brandi's quaking pussy.

Christina ate her first creampie shortly afterward, digging out Gerard's cum, bringing it to Brandi's mouth at her silent urging. She looked like a baby bird waiting to be fed. They kissed several times, before Christina brought her to one last orgasm after she'd totally cleaned her out.

Brandi lay spent on the desk, her legs hanging limp over the side, her ass barely on the edge. It looked like she was in danger of spilling onto the floor as she fought to catch her breath. Finally, she leaned up on her elbows, looking directly at Gerard, who was recovering in his chair.