Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 20

When Christina was a blubbering mess, rolling about the floor, Brandi showed up at her side with what looked to be some kind of medical bag. She looked up through her teary eyes and saw her friend's forlorn expression.

Brandi was putting on a pair of latex gloves when she said, "I can't believe you wouldn't suck that nice man's cock, Chris. You're tying to become a slut, and you turned down a cock that was presented to you. You not only embarrassed Gerard, you embarrassed me! Have you learned nothing from my mentoring?"

"I freaked, okay. He smelled bad, and I..."

"Enough. You haven't learned a fucking thing. He had a cock. A nice one, actually. And his cum was amazing. Your only job was to please him. That's what your purpose is now. You should have learned that the day I took you to that ratty motel. I cannot believe you put me in this position where I have to do this now."

"Do what?"

Brandi pulled out four syringes that were already prepped. She sighed when she said, "I have to shoot you up, you stupid cunt!"

"No! No please! Don't do this!" she panicked as she started to scoot away from her across the floor.

"You fucked up the party, Chris. That's never happened before. Now Gerard has to improvise. I'm your friend and your mentor. But you know I won't cross him." Turning to the men in the room, she said, "I need six of you to hold her down while I do this."

There was a fight. Christina struggled against the men that grabbed her and forced her to be still. She tried for ten minutes to free herself, until she tired. Then she just bawled uncontrollably as her mind raced. She was about to become a drug addict in her eyes. She remembered the stories Brandi shared. They were vivid; permanently burned into her brain.

Brandi ran her gloved hand over Christina's pussy, feeling it. Studying it. Christina's legs were being held far apart, stretching her as wide open as possible. It was uncomfortable, and nerve wracking. She knew what was about to happen.

"You're going to inject that in my pussy, aren't you," she barked out in a panic. It was a wonder she hadn't started to hyperventilate.

"Not in it. Near it."

"God, please... Brandi. Don't do this to me. I have a family."

"Your family hasn't been on your mind since your husband dropped you off yesterday. You can't play that card with me now. You certainly can't do it with Gerard. You gave yourself to him. You're wearing his collar. You know he owns you right now."

"But this is crazy. Nobody would sign up for becoming a heroin addict."

"This isn't heroin," she said as she held it up.

"Fuck! That's cocaine," she freaked as she saw the color of the substance in the syringe.

"It's not cocaine. Its lidocaine."

"What?"

"It's lidocaine. Doctors and dentists use it."

"For what?"

"To numb you."

"I don't understand."

"Calm down and I'll try to explain while I do this. But I am doing this... right now. I don't have a choice."

Brandi took an alcohol wipe and ran it over Christina's entire exposed crotch. Then she got out another wipe, and a tube of something that Christina viewed as sinister. How could it not be with what was happening to her?

"What's that!"

"It's a lidocaine cream. Get used to it. You'll be dealing with it the rest of the party. If we can even call this a party anymore."

"Brandi please! Don't do this!"

"Hold fucking still!" she snapped. "This isn't going to hurt you, unless you move and I hit a bad spot. I'm doing this. You don't have a choice, because I don't have a choice. So shut the fuck up, listen, and trust me!"

"O... okay," she replied through her tears.

"The first thing you need to do is relax. I know what I'm doing. My mother is a registered nurse. My younger brother was diagnosed as diabetic when he was eight. I was taught how to use needles when I was twelve to help take care of him. I've also learned how the body works through my mom. I might not have a nursing degree, but in all practicality I'm not far from it."

"It's not about trusting you B. It's about this happening at all. What are you doing to me? And why?"

"You already know the why. You didn't suck that man's beautiful cock. So, you're being reduced again to just a set of holes to use. Tonight was supposed to be magical for you, full of life altering sex. More orgasms than you could possibly imagine. Gerard is taking that away from you now."

"What?"

"You should know that you're not going to be in danger. This is exactly what a doctor would do if he were going to do a procedure on you that causes pain. For men getting a vasectomy, the same thing would be administered. Are you allergic to any drugs?"

"What? No! Why would you ask me that!?"

"Because I'm about to administer a drug," she said, popping the cap off of one of the syringes. Using the cream from the tube, she coated the outside of Christina's entire groin area. Then she found a point between her legs near the bottom left side of her labia, she placed the needle in position, using the fingers of her left hand to stretch the skin, finding the right spot. "For the record, I've had this done to myself, and I've done it to a couple of other women that have been dumb cunts like you just were. You'll be fine. Now hold the fuck still. This is going to sting a lot for about thirty seconds."

"Oh God... I can't believe this is happening to me," she cried.

Brandi inserted the needle, pushing the plunger to slowly force the lidocaine into the site.

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! THAT FUCKING BURNS!"

"Relax. Take a deep breath," she said as she put that needle aside and grabbed a second one. Popping the cap, she put the needle in the similar spot on the opposite side of her labia. "One, two, three," she said as she inserted a second one, emptying the syringe slowly.

Christina trembled as she screamed, tears rolling down her face. It wasn't so much the pain of the injections as it was the fear of what was happening. She still didn't understand the reason, or what the supposed effect would be.

Brandi picked up the third needle, this time selecting a spot about an inch to the left of Christina's clit. The needle was angled toward it, to maximize the effectiveness.

"One, two, three," she counted softly, pushing the tip into her sensitive skin. The burn as it released had Christina clenching her fists.

"You bitch!" she snapped, frothing at the mouth.

"You're fine. One more and we're done. You'll be feeling the full effects in about fifteen minutes."

In truth she was already starting to understand. The numbness between her legs from the first two shots was already beginning to take place. The last shot was aimed at her clit from the right side. Christina whimpered through that one, knowing whatever damage Gerard had wanted to inflict upon her was already done.

"Let her go, boys," Brandi nodded as she picked up the syringes to discard them properly.

Walking into the back of the house, to the master bedroom, she wore a sexy smirk as she snapped off the latex gloves. Gerard was there, lying on the bed, his hard cock belying the churning that was going on in his stomach.

"I fucking hate that you do that, Brandi."

"You loved it when I did it to Amber," she said as she stood in the doorway of the huge master bathroom.

"Yes, and then you're going to tell me how it almost worked out with her. But it didn't."

"It would have if you wouldn't have panicked and stuck with the plan. Certainly the lidocaine worked on her. Hell, it worked on me. It's a surreal experience being fucked and not being able to feel it. It's actually the perfect punishment for a slut if you think about it."

"I don't want to think about it."

"That's because I tease you about numbing your cock and balls," she giggled, holding up a syringe before dropping it into an actual hazardous waste container she kept in the bathroom for just such an occasion.

Washing her hands thoroughly, she dried them off before returning to him. Crawling up onto the bed, she mounted him quickly, riding him hard and fast. He knew what she wanted. What she needed. She was going to spend the rest of her night making love to all the guys there, at least twice each. She was going to pull a long, slow train; a much different prospect than the gangbang that had been billed. She knew it would likely end up the way it did. Christina was still in the early stages of her training as a submissive hotwife. It was going to take Brandi a while to get her where she wanted her. To just be a sexual outlet to be used by men... and her. Christina's behavior toward the delivery man had actually been very predictable. The odds of the night being a gangbang were slim at best, and so she was preparing herself for what was to come. She needed a quick hard fuck, and an intense, thunderous climax to set her mind for the night.

Gerard gave her exactly what she needed. A thick cock to ride, and the rough treatment she longed for to accompany it. He abused her breasts, pawing and slapping them like she loved. He pulled and yanked on her nipples, pinching and twisting them. That was the fuel that lit the fire inside her loins. She'd be lying on her back the balance of the night until the wee hours of the morning, letting men slowly grind in her pussy, bringing her orgasms that were good, but not magical.

She viewed herself as a thoroughbred filly, used to being ridden hard and fast, and whipped in the hind quarters to make her go faster. Yet for the night she was going to be a horse at a carnival, being mounted and walked around in a slow circle to give the illusion of a real ride.

She came hard, just five minutes after ramming her juicy cunt over his shaft.

"UUUUNNNNNAAAA!" she growled inside her chest, wanting to keep her tryst with Gerard between the two of them.

Brandi was able to cum so fast because she'd become incredibly turned on by what she'd done to Christina, shooting her pussy full of a numbing drug. There was a definite sadistic side to her; she craved finding new, creative ways to play against the very basic human fears. She loved the control Gerard had given her regarding the sexual games they played together.

It stemmed from his horrible encounter with Rebecca, the troubled hotwife he'd taken to Vegas, only to have her run off to score heroin. Her death left a scar, but it also changed his approach. He was a smart enough man to know that the demons that haunted Rebecca were eventually going to catch up with her no matter what. Three separate stints in rehab hadn't been able to free her from those clutches. Instead of blaming himself for what she'd done, Gerard turned to Brandi. He didn't want to stop pursuing hot, married women. He felt one bad experience shouldn't outweigh the dozens upon dozens of ones that had been incredible, no matter how tragic and regrettable that one turned out to be. However, he knew he couldn't do things the same way.

So it was that he involved Brandi, who had a real knack for being able to predict how the women he eyed were going to take to the prospect of being a hotwife. She had an uncanny ability to predict how things would turn out with the women he'd set his sites on, and that included the drug overdose cliff that Rebecca seemed destined to drive off of.

When Brandi offered her unique gift right after that tragedy as a way to help Gerard continue his pursuit of married, white pussy in a safer, more successful fashion, he was thrilled. So much so that he gave her what he thought at the time was autonomy. He realized over time that she wasn't necessarily objective in her approach. Morailty often took a back seat, as her technique was consistently under the influence of her devious desires.

Yet he'd given her that control, and with it carte blanche to identify, recruit, vette and then help train potential hotwives. And in her mind, training meant breaking down their natural defenses so they could open themselves up to the immense pleasures the lifestyle had to offer. It was a process, a large part of which involved very dark, somewhat questionable methods. He didn't have the heart to strip her of that power. He let her do it, because deep down inside, he loved her. That and he was the primary beneficiary of all the sweet married pussy she was pushing in his direction. The woman was incredible at it.

She collapsed onto his chest after she came, struggling to catch her breath at first. But because she was in such fantastic physical shape, she recovered quickly. She pressed herself up enough to give him a wet kiss, laughing playfully as she sucked at his lower lip. Lifting her left leg, she allowed his mammoth erection to slip from her slick cunt.

"Thanks for that baby. Sorry I don't have time to make you cum right now, but I'll make it up to you in the morning. I promise."

"I know you will, B," he smiled, not minding in the least that she was about to leave him hard and throbbing. He was nowhere close to cumming, and he knew her needs the moment she straddled him. It was always going to be for her pleasure.

"I love that you let me get off on you like that," she sighed as she climbed off the bed.

"I'm pretty sure that's what makes us work," he admitted. "Being there when the other needs that release."

"Among other things. Like following my lead dealing with hotwives like Chris. I'm right about her Gerard. She's the one. This weekend is going to prove it to you. In fact, I think we're going to have her a lot longer."

"You do?"

"Yes. You need to take advantage of the opportunity when it comes up. And it's going to."

"You seem pretty sure about that."

"I am. Tonight and tomorrow are going to be the key. We need to make Alex reeeeeeeaaalllyyy uncomfortable. He's the type that's going to try and assert his dominance."

"What the fuck makes you think that?"

"He's a lawyer. A damn good one from what I hear. He's also been getting his stag on big time. He thinks he can sway things with the swagger he's been feeling of late. That means the cards in the deck are in our favor. And she just fucked up to the point I had to drug her."

"Yeah. You had no choice," he said sarcastically with a shake of his head.

"Not if we want this to stick. I know this makes you uncomfortable, but you have to know I would never do anything that would permanently hurt her. And I know the reason you really don't like this is because I use your image in such a negative light. I can respect that, because I know the real you."

"And yet you find ways to make me look like a gangster anyway."

"Gerard, sweetie... if Christina didn't think you were powerful, and capable of being dangerous, she'd move on to someone else. The truth is she came looking for someone like she sees in those videos. What she doesn't realize is that the vast majority of the men she sees in them are actually just like you. They're pretending to be rough and thuggish for the same reason you are for me. It makes the demographic you're trying to fuck creme themselves just thinking about it. The stereotype works. Not just with her, but Alex as well. You can't forget, he was the one that started looking at those videos first. She caught on to it, and became turned on more than him. That's what makes her the one. She took his fantasy and turned it into a bigger one of her own."

"So we have to play him tomorrow."

"Definitely. And I know just how were going to do it!" she winked.

Brandi returned to the room glowing from her orgasm to find Christina lying on the floor, wide-eyed, still trying to process what was happening to her.

"I... I can't... you did... what to me?"

"It's lidocaine. It's going to make your pussy numb for a few hours. And, unfortunately for you, your clit."

"But why? Why would anyone do this?"

"Well, I did it to myself the one time to make sure it worked the way I thought it would. Turns out I was right. The reason for doing it to you is to put you in your place. You're a possession, Chris. Gerard owns you. That's what you wanted when you asked him to take you for the weekend. Your only job is to do what you're told. If he provides you a cock to suck, you're to suck it, no questions asked. You failed. So, he's teaching you a lesson."

"What lesson is that? And why isn't "

he giving it? He left the room!"

"I'm giving it because I'm your mentor, and I'm the one that's been trained to do it. He's busy figuring out how he's going to make the rest of the night work because you just ruined the gangbang. And the lesson is this; you're nothing but a set of holes for these guys to use tonight. It could have been fun. You could have been experiencing so much pleasure. He's taken that away from you now. The lidocaine is going to make it so you can't feel anything. You won't cum. At all. You're clit just got two doses. It'll be desensitized in ten minutes. Same for you're labia. He's blocked your pleasure centers. You are now just a hole to fuck. The guys will love it. You won't feel it at all. The creme? They'll be putting that on their condoms, numbing your pussy even as they fuck it. I hope you learn from this Chris. Otherwise this weekend is going to turn out far, far differently than you envisioned. Anthony, take her to the garage. You know what to do."

Anthony dragged her by her hair into the garage. There, she was blindfolded and tied securely over a small waist-high table, her torso resting on the top; her head near the far edge in perfect position to suck any dick that might come nearby.

Instead of being a part of her first ever gangbang, she spent the rest of her night as an inanimate set of holes, never knowing who she was sucking or who was fucking her. In reality, it wasn't all that much different than it would have been if she was inside the house. She was still being used in much the same way. The difference was that she would have enjoyed it. Her pussy couldn't feel anything. It was a cruel, evil treatment, and it was surprisingly effective. Because of her reluctance to please a stranger, she was deliberately denied any orgasms herself.

She lost track of how many climaxes she'd provided. There were ten men there besides Gerard, but with Brandi being there, she knew she wasn't the only slut working the party. It didn't even feel like a party anymore. She was just there, being used. There was no way to know how many men she took care of compared to her compatriot, but if it was a fifty-fifty split, it was indeed an incredibly horny stable of men, with even more incredible recovery power.

She also had no sense of time. It was just before ten at night when the food had arrived. She been used for hours, until eventually the party wound down and she was left alone. She wondered how long she'd been asleep when she was finally roused by Comet's barking. With the blindfold on, she didn't know it was already after dawn. She wondered how long she'd been held there, like a captive.

Thinking went out the window when her head was pulled up by her hair. Her mouth snapped open instinctively, a thick cock stuffing fully down her throat. She knew instantly from the thickness and length it was Gerard's, and her mouth lifted at the corners, showing her happiness.

"Good girl, Chrissy," he commended as he fucked her face. She hummed in response, wanting him to know she appreciated his praise. He pulled out a short time later, and she exhaled. "Good morning. You've gotten much better at that."

"Thank you, sir," she panted. She felt him start to untie the rope binding her left ankle to one of the table legs. "Don't you want to finish fucking my face?"

"I just did."

"But you didn't cum."

"Your playmate took care of that before she left a little bit ago."

"Oh," she said dejectedly.

"If you would have sucked the delivery guy, I would have fucked you this morning. I'm the one that says who can use your body Christina. It belongs to me."