Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 14

"Are you fucking serious? He's not going to drug me!"

"No. He's not. You're going to let me do it."

"Brandi... this is crazy."

"This is indeed crazy. It's also your next fourteen hours. I'll be here. I'll make sure you're as safe as possible. But there's no way out now. I told you, I'm not going to pay the price for you. I love you, but I begged you to stay home... to end it with him. You didn't listen. So, I'm doing what little I can."

"You can't be serious. This cannot be real."

Brandi closed the door to the bathroom, locking it. Taking off Christina's blindfold, she waited for her to adjust to the dim light.

"There was a purpose to this, Chris. Gerard has you where he wants you. I'm your friend, to a point. I won't cross him. His biggest stickling point is loyalty. That's why he's so pissed at Derrick and Michael. They broke the code. They were disloyal. I won't be making that mistake. As much as I love you, and I do, if this comes down to saving your ass or mine, I won't betray him. Understand that."

"Why are telling me that?"

"My job today... my only real job, was to get you here the way he wanted. I did that. He's going to let me stay, but if this gets ugly he might make me leave. You cannot, under any circumstances, do anything that would make him make that decision. I cannot stress that enough."

"I don't understand."

"Don't you get it? You're alone and vulnerable. You're naked... you don't even have a pair of shoes right now. If he makes me leave, your clothes go with me. You've got no phone. No money. No credit cards. You don't even know what hell hole in Los Angeles he's had me bring you to. If you think the phone works in this room, you're sadly mistaken. This isn't a Hilton. Fuck, it's not even a Motel 6. You want to know if what's happening to you is real? This is as real as it gets."

Pointing to the counter by the sink, she let out a sigh.

"Oh my God. You are serious."

Christina saw a litany of various drug paraphernalia lined up along the counter. A cold sweat flashed over her, the hair standing up on the back of her neck.

"Unfortunately, I am. The syringe on the left... the yellowish-brown one? That's H."

"H?"

"Heroin. That's what he wants me to give you. It'll make you totally compliant, and he'll make a lot of money off of you if you're on it. That's why he wants me to use it. It's the surest way that he'll make his money back tonight. You see, the truth is you'll love it. You'll fuck like you're a porn star, which is ironic, since a vast majority of them are hooked on heroin. You'll get hooked, too. Fast. The euphoria you'll get from fucking on H will drive your desires. It'll call out to you, because the sensations it creates when you're getting hammered with a huge cock are unlike anything you've ever experienced. And that will have you chasing that dragon so you can ride it again. And again. You'll keep coming back, doing this over and over, wanting that high. Wanting to be fucked hard and fast while it pulses through your veins like lightning. Yeah, you'll eventually go to rehab to try and salvage your relationship with your family. You'll even stay clean a couple of months that first time. But eventually something will trigger that itch, and you'll come crawling back. Probably a porn video your husband watched. One you were about to masturbate to yourself. But you know your fingers can't give you what you need. You'll crave a big black cock, but it won't be the same without the heroin chaser. So you'll do it again.

"Your husband will cut you off from the money after the third time you relapse. He'll finally realize the expensive treatment programs he puts you in aren't worth it. The husband always gives up after three tries to save you from yourself. He can't keep lying to the kids that mommy is getting better. That she wants to be in their lives again. He doesn't believe your lies anymore. But you'll survive without them. The emptiness you feel as a wife and mother is replaced by the thrill that H gives you. That's where you feel at peace. So, you'll end up actually paying some dealer for the drugs. You don't have money, so you pay with your pussy. But you won't care. You think you're alive. In reality you'll be nothing but a strung out junkie, fucking your way to your next fix. You'll wake up in a place like this. You'll beg some thug to shoot you up because you don't have the guts to do it yourself. You'll willingly offer him your foot, telling him which toes to shoot between next. In seconds that juice will hit your heart, and your eyes will fly open. Then you'll spread your legs and let him fuck you for the next few hours, because you used to be pretty. And that will be your existence. You'll wake up and do that every day, until the one when you don't wake up."

"B... I... "

Brandi raised her hand. "The syringe next to it with the clearer substance is coke. It's highly addictive. You'll crave it, more than oxygen. It'll make you feel like you're strapped to a car battery; the jolt it gives you is literally electric. The high is quick, and powerful, but it doesn't last. You'll want it again, so you'll do it again. The thing is, it's a better, more intense high when taken intravenously, even though it's a lot more dangerous. But even at that, it won't carry you through the night like H will. That's why I'll be shooting you up several times tonight to keep you going. You might get hooked. You might not. Depends on the person, to be honest. My guess is you'll get hooked, since most do. And since you'll be starting on the needle, other forms of cocaine won't interest you. Smoking it or snorting it won't give you what you need. Those forms will seem like candy. No, you'll be mainlining it because it's the only way it works for you."

"Brandi... this is insane."

"Let me finish. As hard as it is for you to believe, with coke, sex won't matter to you anymore. Only the high will. You'll be shooting up in your bathroom while the kids are waiting in the van for you to drive them to school. You'll drive them that way, because it's who you've become. And I said the sex won't matter? It won't. But it's a means to an end. The habit is expensive. It takes a lot to feed it. You'll pawn a few things early on so hubby doesn't find out. Jewelry you don't care about. Silverware you never use. But in the end, your looks are always going to be what you have to bargain with. You'll drop the kids off and drive to a neighborhood similar to this one. You'll be giving blowjobs every day until you figure out that's not enough. You'll realize all it takes is to turn a couple of tricks in the back of your van to get you enough coke to make it through the next few days. What the hell... you'll just change your routine to find the time in your busy schedule. Scoring coke is more important than going to the gym now anyway.

"So you're fucking for drugs. But unlike H, you won't get off on the sex. Your climax comes from when the needle hits that vein. But no worries. It'll all be good. At least until that time you can't help yourself and you shoot up again just before you leave your dealer to pick them up at school. You'll wake up three hours later, cum dripping from your ugly, matted pussy. Why? Because dealers won't give you what you want if you make them use condoms... that's why. The kids are waiting for you in the after school program for working parents. They weren't supposed to be there, but no one knows where you are. You pull up in a rush, thinking no one can tell you're high as a cloud. What would the careworkers think if they knew you almost overdosed? Would they turn them over to you? Would they call protective services to take them away? You'll only see that lapse as a wakeup call. You'll tell yourself you'll be more careful next time. And you'll finally make that trip to the free clinic the next day to get something for the STD that's got your cunt burning like a volcano. You obviously can't go to your family doctor. Again though, no worries. You've got it all under control. Coke addicts always do."

"This is scaring me, Brandi."

"Good! That's the fucking point! I wish I could have scared you from coming here at all. You didn't fucking listen to me and now we're here talking about which drug you're going to take. And you are going to have to take one. There's no getting out of it."

"Oh my God!"

"Try to relax. Now that you know what those two are and what they will do to you, we avoid them. At all costs. We choose between the other two. The liquid in that bottle is GHB."

"GHB?"

"It's a popular date rape drug. It makes you drowsy. It slows your heart rate. You'll kind of know what's going on, but you'll be compliant, which is what he wants. You won't fight. You won't complain. You'll just be fucked like a rag doll. You'll know what's going on, but you won't be able to stop it. You might not remember much the next few days. That's what makes it so effective for predators. The victims are too fuzzy on the details. They only know they got fucked. They can't identify who or how many. And it doesn't do anything for your sexual experience. It doesn't enhance it. It does the opposite... it dulls your senses. But, you won't be hooked. It's not that type of narcotic.

"No woman would take it as a way to make sex better, but it would serve the purpose of getting you through this tonight. The negative from Gerard's point of view is it makes you lethargic. Guys that use it on unsuspecting women just want to fuck. They just want to put their cock in your pussy. They're not interested in the interaction between you. They don't care if you move. It's practically necrophilia. Gerard is selling you as a hot, suburban housewife that got into his pockets too deep. If you don't move or respond much, you'll probably end up having to fuck a lot more men because you're not a good time. The other downside is the after effects. It'll be in your system for a couple of days, and you'll feel like you're having the worst hangover ever."

"So I take it, and then he's going to let me be raped?!"

"I said it's a date rape drug. I never said anything about raped. But why does that matter? You're here. You were always going to be fucked regardless. Or did you think when I told you to undress that you were just going to have your ass whipped? Look, I'm doing what I can to make this as pleasurable for you as possible. If you just want to have a good time, by all means try the H. I hear sex on heroin is incredible. Personally, I'm not willing to die while fucking just to find out."

"How do you know all of this?"

"It's my job to know. I have degrees in physical therapy and physical education. I run training programs for all kinds of people... including recovering addicts. I have to be able to understand the demons they're fighting on an hourly basis. I'm also very knowledgeable about nutrition and diet. I do that as part of my job as well. I don't put things in my body that don't belong there. The stories I just told you? They happen every day in this county. So when I say to trust me, then trust me."

"Okay, So what's that last option," she asked, pointing at the tiny jars containing a brown, waxy looking substance.

"Those are dabs."

"Dabs? What are dabs?"

"Highly concentrated marijuana. It's pretty much pure THC. Depending on how you use it, the high is quick, and relaxing. Contrary to popular belief, it's not addictive and it's not a gateway drug. You're not going to move on to coke or meth or heroin because you took a dab. Or even a lot of dabs. It doesn't work that way. To be honest, it's safer for you than alcohol. You can actually become an alcoholic. That doesn't mean there aren't risks with dabs. You could burn yourself doing it if you're not careful. It's like pot on steroids, so it can cause issues in your lungs like smoking cigarettes does over long term use. You'll cough a lot as you're doing it, but that stops once you're flying. And... the more you do it, the possibility exists that it takes more doses more often to keep your high. But, I've yet to meet someone that couldn't give up THC if they had to. They might not want to because they love how it makes them feel, but they could walk away. The only issue is you'll have to smoke a lot of it tonight to keep yourself the way he wants you."

"Compliant."

"Right."

"What are the downsides?"

"Just the ones I mentioned, other than you're going to be really, really high. Sex on THC is awesome, and I can speak from personal experience on that. Some people say it increases their desire to have sex. It definitely increases your sensitivity, and it makes time seem to really slow down in your brain. The combination of those two can make your orgasms a lot more intense. Trust me on that. Probably the biggest thing we'll have to be careful of from a side effect standpoint is your pussy can dry up. I'll be checking you after every guy you fuck. If you need it, I'll give you some water based lubricant."

"So that's it? A dry pussy?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well fuck... why didn't you start with that one."

"Because you need to know how serious this is, Chris. If I'm not here with you, he's tying off that orange rubber strap around your ankle to expose a vein, and he's shooting H into one of them between your toes. And then he'll keep doing it for as long as he wants, because you won't be able to stop him. Fuck... you won't want him to stop because it will feel so good. He'll hook you on it and the nightmare I described will start, and it will never end."

"Then why are you with him? I mean, if he's capable of this, why?"

"Because the man that's doing this today is like... I don't know, that's three percent of who he is now. Less than three, to be honest. The Gerard I know and work with daily; the one that you're hoping will be your bull? He's loving, and loyal. He's generous, and ambitious. He's honest, hardworking and damn funny. He's a great man. This is just a part of who he was."

"Yet I'm here."

"Yes. And I warned you, because I know this very small part of him does still exist. He's really all about healthy living now. That and fucking married white women like you. Look, when you get through this tonight, and you will... you'll never see this side of him again. I can assure you of that. But you need to know it exists. His past is a part of him. He does this from time to time to remind himself of what life was like before he made it. What it's like to have to claw and scrape his way out of a nightmare like this. Finding whatever means he needs to use to survive, even if it's something as dark and twisted as this could end up if you're not careful. But once you get past tonight, then it's over."

"Over. Just like that."

"Will you be disciplined by him again in the future? Undoubtedly. You already know that. But I've never seen one of his conquests have to do this more than once if they compiled. It's only the ones that think they know better than him that don't come out whole. When he talked to you earlier about you thinking you could control the outcome, that was his warning. Let go. Stop thinking of your needs. He's going to do that for you from now on."

"Hard to believe this is what I need."

"He's breaking you Chris. That's the only way I can explain it. Once he does, you're going to get that sweet cock of his, and this will all seem worth it. I promise he'll be good to you. He is to me. I've never been afraid of him. Ever. But I do respect where he came from and what he's capable of. It's healthy for all of us to be reminded of our roots every once in a while so we don't take our successes for granted."

"So he's going to fuck me today?"

"No. But soon. You have to prove yourself again. Its a hard lesson, but you can do this."

"So you're saying if I just get high and do this, he and I will be good."

"No. I won't promise that. I can't. You know men. They're unpredictable. But most likely that's the outcome. Ninety-five percent likely. Unfortunately, doing this is the only way out for you now. It'll be up to you once you're out of this if you want to continue seeing him."

"Okay, so what do I do?"

"About seeing him once you're past this? Girl, that's when you get the pot of gold. He's going to reward you with the kind of fucking the likes of which he hasn't even begun to show you is possible yet. He's holding that back to make sure you're worthy."

"Good to know. I meant what am I supposed to do right now?"

"Oh," she giggled. "Put the blindfold back on. Do not take it off under any circumstances. I'm going to take you back to the bed, I'm going to get the dab rig, I'm going to fire up the blow torch and you and I are gonna get high."

"You're going to do it too?"

"Just the high part. I'm only a witness after that. I'm not going to get as high as you, but I can't smell that stuff if I don't do it to. It's... distinctive. I also want to be able to protect you if need be. So, you're doing all the fucking. But let them. Don't fight it or he'll tie you to the bed. And if that happens, I'm probably injecting you with something. We don't want that. It's THC or GHB. I've done both. I prefer the THC because I don't feel it the next day and the sex is incredible. Just know that you'll still be high when I drop you off tomorrow. You're going to be smoking a lot."

"How much is a lot?"

"I'm not going to try and quantify it. We're going to smoke a couple of dabs, and then you'll keep doing it between your customers."

"Customers," she sighed.

"They're paying for your body, Christina. There's no other way to describe them, other than them being a john. You're about to become a whore."

"I know. I don't know whether to be excited or afraid."

"C'mon. Put on the blindfold. You have to pay for the room in forty-five minutes."

"And just how do I do that?"

"You're going to fuck the motel manager. This place should probably be condemned, but for now it's still a business, and it's not free."

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Early Saturday morning, March 23rd

Alex was stewing. He'd tried to nap, but he was too excited. The thought of what he hoped would happen later that night kept him from drifting off. Instead he was sitting by the firepit near the pool, nursing a glass of wine. He was wearing a fluffy robe to eliminate some of the chill in the air, the fire taking care of the rest.

His mind wandered, going back and forth between random thoughts, all of them seeming to hinge around sex. He wondered how Ashley was doing at the strip club. Would she take to it like he hoped? Would it become the income provider that she needed to get by in the short term? Did she even show up?

He dreamed about what Sabrina was like on stage, working the pole. He imagined what it would be like to watch someone he knew perform in such a way. He thought about what it might be like to get a private VIP lap dance from her, and whether she might take a chance with him there in the club, as unlikely as it seemed.

His thoughts shifted to Consuela, and how she was close by... literally in his neighborhood, further north down the same street. While she was Sabrina's cousin, she was drastically different. Not only was she nearly fifteen years younger, she was also a completely different build. Sabrina was tall, close to 5'8" without heels. She was full figured with massive curves, some the result of being a mother. Yet she was fit and toned like one would expect a stripper to be. Consuela, on the other hand, was petite; barely five foot tall. Her breasts were huge for her frame, and her ass was incredible. Yet she weighed less than a hundred pounds. The only similarity to her cousin besides her heritage was her long black hair and dark brown eyes.

Alex pictured her, wondering what acrobatic sexual thrills her tiny body could provide. He tried to imagine how the three of them might interact. How the two women would be together. This wasn't going to be their first threesome, by far. But it seemed so surreal to Alex. Was Consuela getting herself ready? Was she toying with her pussy in anticipation of what the night promised? Would she really show up at his doorstep naked?