Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 22

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Christina and Maggie panic; Brandi reveals her evil plan

***** "Criminal", written by Fiona Apple. Performed by Fiona Apple, 1997.

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Early Sunday morning, May 19th -- DAY 3

Maggie had woken up with a jolt, literally sitting up in the plush king-sized bed of what might just become her new residence. At least that's what she'd been thinking when she'd gone to sleep next to Alex after their unusual sexual encounter the night before. Suddenly she was having serious misgivings. She might have just blown that future opportunity. Or more.

"Jesus Christ! What the hell did I do!" she bemoaned, the ramifications of what had transpired between her and her boss making her suddenly question everything. Not only that, she felt something sinister was afoot.

Her warning system was going off in her head like a broken alarm that couldn't be silenced. It was her acute intuition, finely tuned over the years from being proven right time and again about people and situations. It had happened so many times in her life that she'd long ago lost count.

Her most recent validation, correctly sensing that something sexual had occurred between Judge Jack Austin and attorney Ashley Davenport in the privacy of his chambers, had only solidified her belief in her uncanny ability to discern what was going on around her. She'd been right about Ashley fucking him immediately after the case between the Patterson Corporation and Emily Swanson had been settled. While she assumed wrongly about the liaison between them being nefarious, it still proved once again that her observation skills were in perfect working order.

That feeling had come over her again while in the deep state of REM sleep, yet she knew almost immediately that it wasn't the result of a vivid dream. Or in this case, an all too real nightmare. She felt something was seriously off-kilter regarding Christina and the things that she was orchestrating be done to Alex. It seemed way out of character, even for someone she'd yet to actually meet in person. Or even for someone trying to come to terms with the power that came from their new lifestyle.

Maggie could understand some of it. There was nothing wrong with teasing him, and keeping him on edge. Even some of the minor cuckolding stuff seemed harmless, and she knew it excited him in some ways. But she'd actually been convinced by Christina to participate in the taking of a man's anal virginity. And not just any man. It was her boss and Christina's husband. A man she actually admired and looked up to professionally. After reliving the way the night had progressed through the images and sounds now forever seared into her very soul, replaying it over and over in her brain, it was evident that it was definitely something he wasn't into. Every fiber of his being screamed inside that he hated it. And that was despite the fact that he'd had an orgasm. But that was from her reaching around and jacking him off while she pegged him.

She actually knew that immediately afterward, because she'd had to comfort Alex for several hours once the act itself was over. She likened it to providing aftercare to a submissive. He was traumatized to the point that he'd withdrawn within himself, becoming eerily quiet.

She knew something was wrong when she got on her back and spread her thighs for him shortly after she'd removed the strap-on harness. She watched him eye it as she dropped it to the floor, his eyes darting away once it was out of sight; a visible shiver running through his body. When she motioned for him to come to her, expecting him to take advantage of her previous offer to fuck her hard, she was surprised he didn't. Instead, he dutifully crawled between them and began eating her out. It was the response of a man that had been broken, and was taking his learned, and earned position before the woman he viewed was in power; the Queen's first hand. The Dutchess.

To his credit, he found some solace in that safe space, and gave his usual magnificent effort, bringing her to three glorious climaxes. Yet when he pulled up, she saw the remnants of the red lipstick she'd put on him. And there was not only the lack of spark in his eyes incredible blue eyes, but also a very limp dick. He fell onto his side on the mattress, curling up into a fetal position, every fiber of his demeanor noticeably despondent.

When she tried to spoon him from behind he recoiled, understandably so. She'd taken him from a doggy position, hammering into his back hole with a six-inch dildo that was two inches thick. She was certain he was literally still feeling that unwanted invasion. Hell, the first time she had anal, her back door throbbed for hours afterward like she was still getting fucked.

Crawling over his body, she took him into her arms. He buried his head into her shoulder and began sobbing. Once he got that out, he whimpered for most of the next couple of hours, but eventually they both fell asleep. She woke up to an empty bed, although that in and of itself wasn't alarming to her. She'd told him before they started that he needed to be back in the house in his own room before the kids woke up. What was of deep concern was the way she was feeling inside.

Her mind quickly ran to an iconic Fiona Apple song, one of her favorites even though she was only five years old when it was released. She'd discovered it in the wee hours of a weekend morning, having gone down a YouTube rabbit hole of 90s music videos. She stumbled upon the image in the thumbnail; Fiona, in a bathtub, a man's feet on the tiled wall of the tub by her head. Her hand was clutching his ankle, her perfect pink lips parted as she sang. There was a lot of eroticism in that image. It screamed steamy sex to her, and she quickly pressed play, becoming lost in the world the video took her to. From there the song landed in her favorites file on her Spotify playlist. Yet suddenly, the opening lyrics became much more poignant to her.

I've been a bad, bad girl

I've been careless with a delicate man

And it's a sad, sad world

When a girl will break a boy just because she can

She shivered at the thought, yet the title, and specifically the chorus, now resonated with her in a way it never had before.

What I need is a good defense

'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal

And I need to be redeemed

To the one I've sinned against

Because he's all I ever knew of love

First, it wasn't a stretch to say that she loved Alex, in her own way. Not only did she admire and respect him professionally, it thrilled her that she had a boss that gave her such autonomy and freedom in her role as his executive secretary. She was also drawn to his physical presence. The man was impressive in all the ways she found sexually alluring. She had a thing for older, powerful men, and he projected that in every movement she saw at work. It wasn't a stretch to say he made her wet just from being in his presence.

It also wasn't lost on her that the man she'd sinned against was an attorney. And a damn good one. If she were ever to be in need of any kind of legal services, she'd want him to be the one to defend her. And yet she wasn't so sure she hadn't broken him like the lyrics suggested.

Her favorite line of the song came to her instantly, but she was listening to it in her head through an entirely different filter. And she didn't care for how it suddenly reflected on her.

So, what would an angel say?

The devil wants to know

Yet she couldn't help but see reason to react. Yes, she'd willingly gone along with the task Christina had charged her with, believing it was something Alex really wanted. She didn't understand it, necessarily, because it seemed way out of character for who she knew him to be. But her desire to have sex with him, in whatever way might turn him on, was too irresistible to pass up. Especially thinking she'd get fucked by his big, beautiful cock when she was done playing to his kinks.

She'd hadn't considered that she'd been a pawn in the game Christina was playing with him. She believed her when she said she wanted her to be a partner in her quest, and become involved intimately in their new marital relationship. Christina was in the midst of transforming into a hotwife, and she said she wanted her help to keep Alex satisfied sexually. It seemed too good to be true. That should have been her first warning sign.

Now that she was immersed in that role, having gotten close to the kids and moved some of her belongings to the pool house, Maggie was having conflicted emotions. She knew she'd actually done something that deep down hurt Alex, and she was beginning to question her part in everything going on in the Edward's household. And Christina's part. And most importantly, it had her wondering about who the man was that was ultimately calling the shots, and what his true long-term goal was.

Soon after she arrived at his doorstep Maggie told Alex she would look into this Gerard's background, but she'd said that in an effort to calm him. It was a perfect way for her to introduce herself in that setting, playing on the role she actually did for him in their professional relationship; that of the trusted executive secretary. His sexy sidekick.

But the ulterior motive rang hollow in the wake of what she'd just done to him. In her mind at the time, she was playing with Christina's team in the sexual contest that was taking place in front of her. Her gut, however, was now telling her that she needed to investigate Christina's lover for real. That same gut was also was screaming at her that she had been playing for the wrong team from the very start.

As she was thinking of Alex, and how she'd always told him she'd have his back and that she would do anything to protect him and his family, including Christina, she thought of the lyrics in the song that immediately preceded those that spoke to her about becoming the devil in the sordid tale she was now deeply involved in. She thought of the Alex she'd always envisioned hooking up with when she'd made the decision to dress more provocatively at work in order to stoke her own fantasies. He was somewhere inside the house, undoubtedly hurting both mentally and emotionally from the physical toll she'd caused by whipping him, then fucking him in the ass for the first time. She needed to find a way to help rescue him from the duress she, and his wife, were causing him through Christina's bull.

She actually sang that line of the song, and the rest of that stanza, as she raced down the stairs and out of the pool house, heading for the main residence.

"I've got to make a play; To make my lover stay... So, what would an angel say? The devil wants to know."

The image of Alex that she'd held close in her late night masturbation fantasies; that of her strong, virile lover, was shattered when she found him. He was a shell of his former self. He was in his shower, sitting cross legged on the tile with his head hung low, cold water running over him like he was sitting naked in the spring rain. She turned off the water and held out a towel. He was shivering when he finally walked into it, trepidation in his eyes. He was like a frightened baby deer, anxious and scared to move. It actually took her a bit just to get him to stand and come to her. As she provided him warmth while she dried him off, he began to sob again.

She never bothered to ask him how long he'd been in there. It was certainly enough time that he'd exhausted all the hot water. Instead she consoled him, helping him into his warm robe and then leading him by the hand to his bed. He sat, and she kneeled in front of him

"Is the door locked?" she asked quietly. His nod was slow to come, his head barely moving. His empty eyes were unblinking as he stared at the carpet between his feet.

She reached inside his robe, fondling his balls. He looked at her with a sadness that pierced her heart. "What are you doing, Maggie?"

Tears started to roll down her cheek. "I'm sorry, Alex. I'm so, so sorry I hurt you. I... I promised I'd never do that. I'm supposed to have your back. I'm supposed to be the one that looks out for your blind side, and I let you down. All because I wanted to be a part of this. I've wanted to have sex with you for the longest time and I knew I couldn't. You're married. You have a family. And then, out of nowhere, this opportunity fell into my lap, and it seemed like the perfect way to live out what I've wanted since I met you. I got greedy, and I let my guard down because I was thinking with my clit and not my head. I'm soooooo sorry."

He ignored her profession of lusting after him, focusing only on his plight. "It's not your fault. It's mine. I got myself into this."

"No you didn't. That's bullshit. We're being played. Both of us. You and me."

"Do you really believe Christina is playing me? I'm a cuckold. The videos she found that I was watching proved that to her. This is what she wants."

"No it isn't. You can't tell me for a second you were drawn to videos of hotwives pegging their husbands. That's not what you get off on, is it!"

"Well, no."

"No. You aren't. You just love the idea of her getting fucked by other men. That's what gets you off. That's also why I don't believe she's playing you. I believe her bull is, and he's playing me too. He's pushing her to break you. And they were using me to do it. I'm so sorry, Alex. I... I never should have agreed to do this for her."

He was surprised by her revelation. And her emotional response. Her crying became almost uncontrollable.

"Wait... she's using you, to do..."

Maggie calmed herself first, then she confessed to him what she was asked to do. Again to his credit, he took it well. In fact he let Maggie down easy, saying, "I asked for this. I mean, not last night obviously, but I can't handle being whipped like she can. Accepting the... alternative punishment is the only way I can get through it. She's right. I'm a pussy."

"No you're not."

"I am when it comes to pain "

"Again, that's bullshit. Not being able to withstand as much physical pain as she can doesn't make you a pussy. Didn't you say she experienced a childhood growing up that involved taking that kind of abuse on the regular?"

"She calls her mother an evil cunt for valid reasons. Still... "

"Still, nothing. You're not less of a man because you can't handle being whipped like she can. And what about the emotional pain from what... from what I did to you after that?"

"Yeah. I guess."

"You guess!? What are you feeling inside right now, sweetie?"

His pause was long as he contemplated her question. It was his nature to consider carefully how he answered pointed questions; his training as a lawyer always showing through no matter how unusual the situation.

Finally, he answered with a shaken, "Empty."

"I understand. That makes sense. But look, even if you were in your words, a pussy, for her to take things to that extreme for some kind of perverse pleasure? That doesn't sound like Chris to me. It's him. It's all him. I don't know what this guy's angle is, but I'm damn sure going to find out. You can count on that."

"How?"

"You don't think I have resources at my disposal? How do you think I get half the information I get for you on your cases? I'm intuitive. I'm also very resourceful. Frankly, I can be a bit conniving. And I've been known to play very dirty when I need to. Which, by the way, I'm going to have to do if we're going to get to the bottom of this."

"Again, how? You act like you have a private detective on retainer."

"I do, in a manner of speaking."

"What? I've never seen that on an expense report for billing. I certainly haven't signed off on any that I know of."

"Okay, first, you don't see any of the bills for that kind of thing. They come to me, and I take care of them. That's what you have me for."

"Fair point, but that doesn't change the facts. You surely would have clued me in on something like that."

"No, I wouldn't. My job is to keep your mind free and clear to handle the above board details of cases. Part of my responsibilities are to handle the nasty things you shouldn't be directly involved in for security reasons."

"Security reasons?"

"Both of us can't have our hands dirty, Alex. One of us has to be clean in case things go sideways. If you don't know about it, you can't be accountable for it. Plausible deniability. So, I'm the one takes care of the details no one wants to believe are necessary in what we do. Newsflash... there's a reason your success rate in cases, which were already the top within the firm, has jumped fifteen percent higher since I got there. Someone is doing what needs to be done behind the scenes. That someone is me. Well, me and my accomplice."

"Yet I'm not being questioned by the other partners about higher than usual expenditures, whether I know about them or not."

"That's because she does the work pro bono."

"What? I don't understand."

"She helps me with certain cases... I help her with orgasms," she winked, trying to portray a sense of confidence in a circumstance that had her riddled with guilt.

"What!?"

"Her name is Kalinda Panjabi. She's Bi, and gorgeous. She's also damn good at her job. When I need her, that's how she wants me to pay her. At least that's how it's been ever since she found out that I'm Bi. I don't mind, because I get what I need from her and I get off too."

"So... what are you saying?"

"I'm saying I'm sorry, Alex. Truly, profoundly, from the bottom of my soul, sorry. And I'm saying I'm going to do everything in my power to make it up to you."

"You... you can't un-fuck me, Maggie."

"I know. I know. And unfortunately right now, I can't promise I'm not going to have to do that again... with an even bigger dildo."

"What? Are you kidding? What kind of fucked up apology is that!?"

"Hear me out, sweetie. Until we figure out exactly who we're up against and what his ultimate goal is, he's in the real position of power right now. We have to accept that as fact. Until we know for sure what's going on and why, we're in a precarious situation. We can't lose sight that Christina is with this motherfucker at this very moment. Up until now it's been okay; she's safe as far as we know. But that could change in a heartbeat if we don't play this right. She could end up in real danger. And don't forget, we don't know where they are. But... we do know where they're going to be. Vegas. The Bellagio. Tomorrow."

"But you're still going to fuck me in the ass!"

"Only if I have to in order to protect Chris. Tell me, do you honestly believe she'd have me do that to you again... or do it herself, if she'd have seen how you reacted afterward. I don't. Not for a second. I'm telling you, she's being manipulated. So am I, to break you. To prove to Christina that you're not a man. That's my guess, anyway. He wants her to be the kind of hotwife that emasculates you."

"Yeah... I've kind of sensed that. But, you know, part of it does turn me on."

"Did what I did to you last night turn you on?"

"No. Fuck no. I... "

"Sshhhh. I know sweetie. I know that now. I wish I'd have recognized it while I was doing it. I was too caught up in the moment. I thought I was doing what you both wanted. I know better now. And to be honest, she might think that's what she wants for you right now. We can't ignore what she's experiencing. It's heady. It's powerful. It's a bit like being brainwashed. She wants to be used by him. I actually believe that part of what she told me. She wants to be debased and humiliated. She wants to be forced to do things... things she would never consider doing on her own. And her being used like that would be fine if it were only to satisfy her own sexual kinks. He's probably fucking her so much, so hard and so good she can't think for herself anymore. She's under his influence, and she's not going to see the collateral damage he's causing you here because it's out of her sight, out of her mind. You can't forget I'm a part of this. In her mind, you're my problem to deal with. That's what's allowing her to cut loose the way she is without guilt."