Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 19

That reaction scared him to the point he shut off the video and walked away from the computer. He couldn't erase the evidence, because Christina hadn't. Nor could he wipe what he'd seen from his mind. Grabbing his beer, he went outside in an attempt to make it all disappear.

That seemed to do the trick, sitting under the stars, listening to the ocean in the distance. It was serene and calming. He loved living on the beachfront, even though they weren't that close to the water. They couldn't even see it because of the vegetation and how their property was plotted. Yet it was perfect in his eyes.

Those eyes were closed, and they had been for twenty minutes. He'd bring his beer to his lips, but he was content to sit on the lounger and let mother nature serenade him.

His peace was interrupted by his phone chirping, a text message appearing from a number he didn't recognize.

11:02 PM

Alex?

11:02 PM

Who is this?

11:02 PM

This is Brandi

11:02 PM

Oh. Hello.

11:02 PM

Hey. Sry 2 bug u. I wnt 2 no if u no ur wife was fucking my husband 2day

11:02 PM

Yes. She told me. Why?

11:02 PM

Bc I walked in on them. I came home, n they were fucking!

11:02 PM

Wait! You didn't know about it? Christina made it seem like you were going to be there.

11:03 PM

I got video of the cunt fucking Scott. U need 2 c

Alex was beside himself. He was all for them exploring their new lifestyle, but he drew the line at doing things behind unsuspecting people's backs. Especially those that were supposed to be friends. He waited anxiously for the text to arrive. Instead he got several, edited for time to make them easier to send.

He was shocked at the first, mainly because of the position she had Scott twisted in, like he was some kind of contortionist. The second video showed how powerful she was, her tight abdomen flashing the definition of her muscles. Her thighs flexing as she humped downward into his ass. The third showed her tits as they moved, and the erotic expression on her face; a mixture of dominance and excitement in her eyes. The fourth showed him cumming all over himself. The last showed her pulling out, the massive size of the weapon she'd chosen coming into full view. Then he heard Brandi's comment just before the video stopped; God you looked sexy fucking him with that thing, Chris!

It was obvious she wasn't upset. It was all a ruse; a clever device used by Brandi to get him to look at the videos. And true to form, he'd watched all of them. Twice.

11:05 PM

Did u c them

11:05 PM

Yes.

11:05 PM

Sexy as fuck right

11:05 PM

If you say so.

11:06 PM

FYI if she makes appt 2 get ur bitch hole waxd ul no wht 2 expct LOL

11:06 PM

Good to know. Thanks for the heads up.

11:06 PM

Itll b ur ass up. Get ur tongue rdy shes on her way hme

Alex sighed, his angst at another level. "Fuck, I should have just let her whip me."

He was in bed when she arrived home. He heard her enter the bedroom, not bothering to be quiet. She'd forewarned him that she'd be waking him up to eat her pussy. He wasn't asleep anyway. Not after the videos Brandi had sent.

She went into the bathroom, likely to clean up a bit. But she didn't bother to shower. She never did after coming home from having sex, loving the way she smelled. She liked bringing that distinctive fragrance back to her husband. It made the experience feel more real.

He felt her presence beside the bed, nearest him. Then she pulled the covers off of him, which caused him to open his eyes. There it was, just a couple of feet from his face, jutting out from her groin. He recoiled when he recognized it.

"What's that?"

"That's Delphyne. Same as Sandra's... just a different color."

"Brandi let you bring it home with you?"

"It's mine. I ordered it."

"Why... why would you order it?"

"For today," she grinned.

"Jesus, Christina. Are you serious?"

"Serious about what?"

"Fucking me with that thing!"

"Do you want me to?"

"No! Of course not! Why would you think that!?"

"Because you asked if I was going to, sweetie. I wouldn't fuck you with it now anyway. It's been in Scott's ass most of the night. It needs to be properly cleaned."

"Then why are you wearing it?"

"I love how it looks on me. You have to admit, I'm one sexy she-dragon."

"So... you're not?"

"No sweetie. I told you, I need to clean it. That would be gross, and I don't think they make condoms this size. Besides, I'm not sure that's what we're doing going forward. We'll have to see how you respond to what I want."

"What do you want?"

"I don't think we're done pushing our limits. Not by a long shot. But this is a work in progress. You let mommy worry about your bitch hole. For now I'm content with just what we've been doing."

"So you bought that just to use on him today?"

"No. I'm going to fuck myself with it," she winked as she unfastened the harness. Letting it drop to the floor, she straddled his face. "Enough talk. Time for the queen to sit on her throne!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Friday afternoon, May 10th

Alex was in an incredible mood. Things had been going fantastic, in both his personal and professional lives. Ever since the success of Ashley's lawsuit, he'd been on a roll regarding work. He'd had four other successful outcomes, all with juries, and the preliminary hearings in three others had gone very favorably. He'd utilized Maggie's considerable skills several times, actually bringing her into the courtroom twice. She seemed to have an intuition about her, able to read people and situations on the fly. He'd trusted her instinct in one instance where he had no concrete evidence other than her gut feeling, and she'd made the right call. It turned a sticky mess into a huge win.

Then there was Ashley. She was just about to complete her second full week at the firm, and she had already distinguished herself as the go to associate on Jim Leonard's team. Yet she'd done so in a way that hadn't overshadowed her co-workers, nor did she come across as boastful or arrogant. Instead, she not only dove aggressively into her own assigned cases, she was helping other overwhelmed members of her group by doing much needed legwork. That team had been down a person for six months, and they were getting burnt out. Ashley brought with her some much needed energy and a fresh approach. The entire firm was reaping the benefits.

At home, he and Christina were also on a roll, most of it sexually. Not only was she fucking her bull three days a week, with Alex getting to watch her on Wednesdays, they were connecting like never before on the weekends... usually starting with Friday night.

On the previous two Fridays Christina had fucked Gerard, but that wasn't enough for her. Once he let her take out the bluetooth vibrator, she was free to fuck whoever she wanted on her weekend, and Alex was always the most readily available on Friday night. He saw no reason why he wouldn't be fucking his gorgeous hotwife before the night was over.

Then there was their weekends. She'd had her fun two Saturdays before, drilling Brandi's husband Scott with her new grotesque dildo. The following day he'd gotten together with Consuela, the hot little vixen coming over and meeting him in the pool house. Christina met up with Billy on the beach later. She didn't get her gangbang, but she'd set the stage for it, showing him how safe they would be, and wondering if he could find four well hung black friends that might want to pretend to be Jamaican for a few hours. She even let him take a picture of her naked on the sand to use as a recruitment tool. He laughed and said he could have used her driver's license photo and had men lining up.

The previous Saturday they had another skinny dipping party, this time over at the Lopez residence. The kids were occupied the entire day, so it was easy for two people to slip away and have a little naughty fun. Mainly because Consuela was on her period, so she stayed outside the entire time. Alex fucked Sabrina twice, while Miguel had Christina three times. Christina even got to be with Sabrina once before she had to head off to the strip club.

Unfortunately things got a bit curtailed the next several days. Christina started her cycle, which cost her Monday and Wednesday with Gerard. Alex was disappointed about that humpday encounter. He'd gotten used to them. And she obviously didn't get eaten by her devoted hubby during that time, their entire routine being thrown off.

Things changed when he'd woken up that morning. Her monthly nightmare was over, and he got her day off to a thunderous start with his tongue. She was excited about being able to text Gerard and let him know she was a hotwife again. But she took just as much pleasure in letting Alex know she was ridiculous horny from five days without cock, and she'd be looking to him to end their Friday with a literal bang. And while they didn't have any official plans, the trend they were on suggested that something naughty and adventurous would land in their laps over the weekend.

He'd just finished another preliminary hearing that went his way. He was sitting on a bench in a the hallway of the courthouse, talking to Maggie on his cell. He had his laptop out, and he was sending her the details of the hearing so she'd understand the emails that he was sending. He didn't know why, other than it was habit. He'd had to go to that level of detail with his previous secretaries, but since Maggie came on board those concerns were gone. She said as much.

"Do you think I'm not going to be able to figure it out on my own?" she laughed.

"Well, no."

"Okay. Do you think I'm not smart enough to call you if there's something I don't understand?"

"Of course not."

"Then why are we doing this? Send me the emails, put a brief description of what's going on, and I'll handle it. There has to be better things you could be doing with your time. Lord knows I could be."

"Okay, okay. I just wanted to make sure, but you have a valid point. I trust you by my side in the courtroom. There's no reason not to trust you away from it."

"That's right. We're a team. I've got your back. Always."

They conversed a bit more, and while they did, Ashley walked down the hall. She noticed Alex and stopped in her tracks. He didn't notice her at first, or he might have been startled by the look in her eyes. She had a shiver run down her spine as she tried to decide what to do. The opportunity presented itself far sooner than she'd anticipated. In fact, she'd assumed it might take weeks before the stars aligned. She hadn't had time to mentally prepare. Yet she knew what she was supposed to do. What she was commanded to do.

She sat next to him and he looked in her direction, smiling. He kept talking to Maggie, wanting to wrap things up with her. In truth, his hope was that he could leave directly from there and get ahead of traffic. He had his wife's pussy on his mind. It was difficult not to. She'd sent him several photos of the carnal fun she was currently having with her bull. He wanted to be next in line to fuck it, and the sooner the better.

Ashley pulled out her phone, staring at it for a moment. She took a deep breath and fired off a text. Then she opened her briefcase, pulling out an envelope. Without saying a word she handed it to Alex, who took it absentmindedly. Closing the briefcase quickly she rose, striding away with a false confidence. She was anything but sure of herself. He watched her walk, unable to tear his eyes away from the way her skirt and heels showcased her legs and ass.

He found it odd she went to the very end of the hall, bypassing the elevators. Instead she turned left, heading toward the back corridor. It was a chilling reminder of their first encounter, and he looked closer at the envelope. It was sealed, and it was from the judicial bench of Judge Jack Austin. It was obviously a letter, but there was also a lump inside; one that moved around loosely.

He finished up his conversation, letting Maggie know he was going home instead of heading back to the office.

"Give it to Christina good tonight," she giggled.

"Give her what?" he asked, puzzled by her statement.

"That big thing you have swinging around in the front of your pants."

"Jesus, Maggie! Really!?"

"Hey, I've got no social life to speak of. I'm definitely not getting laid anytime soon. Pardon me for living vicariously through you," she teased.

"I'll see you Monday, Maggie."

"You too, Mr... "

"It's Alex!"

"Huh... and here I was going to call you Mr. Big Cock. That's a guess, but I'm usually right. You should know that about me by now. I'm very intuitive, and even more perceptive. Anyway, have a great weekend!"

He stared at his phone, not believing what she'd just said as she hung up. She was certainly right... at least about her intuition and perception. Those were traits of hers he admired, and was trying to emulate. Starting at that moment.

"What is Ashley up to? This feels... holy shit! He didn't!"

His mind ran to Jack and the gift he'd given him... before he literally gifted him Ashley herself. Specifically, that first gift was sending her to his chambers with directions to fuck him. As a submissive she'd belonged to Alex at the time, and he'd offered her up sexually to his friend for two reasons. One, for Ashley to be held accountable for the way she'd used Jack's personal life as a maneuver to manipulate his court. The second was to help his old friend, whose marriage had failed. The man needed laid in the worst way.

Somehow Alex connected dots that didn't seem to exist, yet it made perfect sense. Opening the envelope, he held it upside down. A key fell into his open hand. Removing the letter, he read it.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Alex,

I'm sure you must be confused by this. Trust me, I can certainly relate. While I know you would tell me this is unnecessary, or that it's dangerous, please hear me out. Both of those statements might be true, especially in your eyes. But not in mine. And not in Ashley's.

I owe you a debt of gratitude. I didn't recognize the needs I had in my life. Needs I'm only just discovering existed. Ashley has broadened my horizons, not just within the world she's drawn to sexually, but the real world. She's an amazing woman. I'm thankful that you rescued her from the hands of the firm she was working for. I'm more thankful that she was given an opportunity to resume her career. I obviously can't tell Jim Leonard that, so I'm going with the closest person I can. I'm sure it was you that pushed for it anyway.

Ashley also owes you a debt. Not just for being that hero she needed, but for being willing to be the go between. She's told me more than once how you pushed her more in just a couple of days than her previous Dom had in their entire relationship. You connected with her on a level she had yet to experience. While I've been able to take the baton, the transition wasn't seamless.

The unfortunate issue with her job and you loaning her to me that memorable day meant you had to sacrifice your relationship with her. She knows it was necessary. But she never got closure. I'm offering her that opportunity now, by offering Kitten to you. This will be her last appearance as Kitten, other than at Deja Vu when she dances. Once you've finished with her, she will be officially known as Harley. You need to go rescue her one last time. You know where she is. She's where you first found her. If you decide you can't, I'll understand. She'll learn to as well. If you go, do not take it easy on her. That would be a disservice to what you shared, even for the briefest measure of time.

Jack

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Alex stood at the back elevator of the courthouse. The one no one ever used, located along a dark hallway nobody ever walked down. He'd pressed the button to call for the car, noticing right away it was on the twentieth floor; the very top of the building.

That alone would have been enough to confirm that was where Ashley was waiting for him. But a second clue arrived when the doors opened where he was standing on the fifth floor.

"Holy fuck," he muttered, seeing her clothes neatly folded and placed in the center of the floor. He stepped in, picking them up. "What the fuck does he have her doing," he wondered on the ride up.

He walked out, turning to his right, moving toward the stairwell. Opening that door, his head snapped back. He expected to see her naked, but not in the way she was presenting herself. Glancing to his right, he noticed an end table that hadn't been there before. Standing on top of that was her briefcase, on end. And in top of that was her phone, placed in a special holder that made it like a camera stand. He knew she was recording what she'd done, and what he was hopefully going to do to her.

It was more than just a video she was taking.

The text Ashley sent just before she handed Alex the envelope was to Jack. It was simple and to the point. She let him know that the she'd crossed paths with Alex, and that Kitten would be performing shortly.

Jack was in his courtroom, presiding over a trial. Hidden beneath the top of his bench were his technological devices he used. There was the computer system the court provided. There was his laptop, which he used for making notations, and his phone was there, on silent.

He saw her text pop up, and he glanced at it quickly. Two quick clicks on his laptop opened up his Facetime account. He checked to make sure the volume was off, then he waited as he multitasked.

Ashley stepped into the stairwell, the ambiance of the darkened entry illuminated only by the red exit sign making her pussy tingle. Putting her briefcase on the table Jack had placed there for that very occasion, not knowing if or when it might ever happen, she removed several items from a pocket inside it, putting them on the floor next to the railing.

She put the briefcase in position, then put her phone in the holder before logging into her Facetime account. Setting it in perfect position like she'd practiced, she moved in front of the camera.

Jack saw her step into view, and watched out of the corner of his eye as she stripped quickly out of her clothes. The dry run he'd had her do the week before was proving very beneficial. She folded her clothes, taking them out and placing them in the elevator. When she returned she took a deep breath and started getting herself ready for her old Master.

She had two sets of shackles that were similar to handcuffs. She placed one on each ankle. Next she attached a set of nipples clamps. She buckled a huge red ball gag into her mouth, making sure it was in place before she got onto her back on the floor, her head against the railing. Starting with her left leg, she pulled it back and out, latching the other cuff attached to that ankle to one of the metal spindles of the railing. It was more difficult to do her right leg, having to contort her body, but the end result was her lower limbs were stretched as wide as she could make them; her feet held next to the railing just like her head.

Her head was the next thing she addressed. After putting a handcuff on her left wrist, she picked up a black, stretchy hood. It was made of a spandex type material, and was designed to block out all light. She pulled it over her head, making sure the nose opening was in place, along with the hole for her mouth, which the ball poked out of. She tucked in all of her luscious blonde hair for the sake of appearances, and then took a second to play with her pussy. She got herself worked up, bringing herself quickly to the edge of a climax. She abruptly stopped and raised her arms over her head. Before she had a chance to change her mind, if she even could at that point, she cuffed her other wrist, making sure the metal chain that connected the two was around the spindle directly above her head.