Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 22

"Clyde," he grinned.

She kissed him, a giddy laugh accompanying it. "Mmm... that's right. We're true partners in crime."

"If you say so."

"Well, since it's not exactly legal to administer narcotics without a medical license, I've just committed one. And since you witnessed it and didn't stop me, that would technically make you an accessory after the fact. So... we're criminals. Kinda hot, isn't it."

"If you say so, B."

"You're throbbing. That must mean something."

"You were flashin' that perfect pussy at me."

"Oh yeah? You want it?"

"You know I do."

"Then be honest. You love that I'm pushing her for us, don't you," she stated bluntly.

"I could do without the drugs. It's a needless danger. What if she has a bad reaction?"

"Then we call an ambulance and I go to jail. We're partners, but I'd never let you take the fall for me. You know why?"

"Because you love me too," he grinned.

"That's right Clyde. I love you too. Now stop questioning my methods and fuck me." He started to pick her up, but she pulled away and got on the cement floor of the garage right beside the unconscious Christina, who was actually snoring. Resting her head against Christina's ass like a pillow, she spread her thighs.

"You want me to fuck you here... right next to her?"

"What can I say? You said it yourself. I'm seriously fucked up," she giggled. "Speaking of which, when we're done, I'm going to need you to whip me with your belt."

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Sunday afternoon, May 19th -- DAY 3

The kids were playing with Alex in the pool. This time they were in the shallow end, and he'd put up the net that stretched across the width. Most of the time they used it for volleyball, but when they had an odd number of participants, badminton became the game. Tommy and Sarah were teaming up against their dad, and to that point they were having their way with him.

Maggie was sitting poolside in a lounger, her naked body basking in the early afternoon sun. Her friend Kalinda was in one beside her, still getting used to the idea that she was not only in Laguna Beach, but she was naked as well. Her dark bronze skin was shimmering, the heat from the rays matched only by the gaze she'd feel from Alex's occasional stare. Every time he snuck a peek on her direction, she could feel her nipples stiffen and her pussy tingle.

"God, you weren't kidding, Mag. He's sexy as fuck!"

"I know Kal... honestly, it's the kids."

"What?"

"That's what gets me so wet. Look at him. You can tell he's half-hard, which means he's watching us... but you'd never know it with the way that he's playing with them. Honestly, the way he interacts with them is so incredible. I thought he turned me on at the office just by being around his aura. But watching him with Tommy and Sarah makes me drip constantly. Look at him. They have his undivided attention. Well... almost," she laughed.

Kalinda uncrossed her ankles and set her feet on the concrete beside the chair. She'd spread her thighs wide, offering him his first open invitation to leer at her bare pussy. She'd done it in a way that made it seem natural, actually pushing herself back to sit more upright. That move brought more of her full breasts into view. He smirked in response, but he kept playing, much to his credit.

"God damn, Mag, that is sexy," she remarked at his incredible restraint.

"Yes. And that's what makes what's happening to him such a paradox. He's so in control of every other part of his life. And while I get the idea of the thrill of relinquishing control of his sexual life to his wife, that didn't mean bargaining away the very essence of his sexuality. What I did to him last night... "

"... is... not... your... fault. That's in the past. Stop punishing yourself, Mag."

"I can't help it Kal. I don't think I'm ever going to forget the look in his eyes when I found him in the shower this morning. Remember that scene in Casino Royale when Bond finds Vesper in the shower after he had to kill those two thugs, choking the life out of one of them in front of her eyes? It was just like that, only he was naked. He was just as traumatized."

"Okay. All the more reason for me to help. Now, give me the story again. Now that I've heard it once, I want to be able to dissect it and ask questions."

It was how Kalinda worked. How her brain was wired. She'd insist on being told the version of events once from the person she was working for, and she wanted that first take to be blunt and uninterrupted. It was all about disseminating the information. She likened it to being a film editor. She needed to see the unfiltered rough cut of the story from start to finish. Then, she'd look at it again with a keen eye toward fleshing out the most pertinent details.

Knowing how she processed things, Maggie had already given her the raw details as she knew them. She kept her personal perceptions and feelings out of it, not wanting to show any bias. It was crucial just to lay out how it all had transpired so Kalinda could get the clearest picture possible. Then, they talked about other things for an hour, the idea being to step away mentally so that the second telling would seem just as fresh.

The diversion they'd used was the main character of the horror story himself. It was unusual for Kalinda to actually meet one of the principal subjects involved when she signed on to do an investigation. She much preferred a third party approach, as it kept needless emotion out of the equation. Maggie was one of the best at being impartial, even though she and her firm had a vested interest in the ultimate findings. It's what made her so successful, and the results showed positively in helping with Alex's recent uptick in an already stellar win rate since she'd become his executive secretary.

Kalinda and Maggie used Alex as fuel, lighting their already combustible relationship. To that point, they'd only been with each other. The prospect of a threesome with a man as attractive and likeable as Alex intrigued them both. Especially Kalinda, as it had been a year since she'd been with a man at all. It certainly didn't hurt that when he answered the door, he was as naked as he was that moment in the pool. He was also rock hard when he introduced himself and welcomed her to his home. With the skinny dipping rules being expanded, and the kids attributing their parents recent happiness to what could be viewed by outsiders as a naturalist approach to life, Alex had become a lot more comfortable being nude around the house.

Maggie certainly helped in that regard. Her talks with both Tommy and Sarah helped them process why their parents might make such a change. The kids didn't really concern themselves with the why. All that mattered to them was the results, and that was that the sudden change coincided with a noted difference in how they acted toward each other. Nudity equaled happiness, and happiness meant they were staying together as a family, even when they were physically apart like they were at the moment. Both children, particularly Tommy, thought certain that they were headed for a divorce not that long before.

They were protected, even while skinny dipping like they were as they played water badminton. They had no idea why Kalinda was really there. And that was to start the process of finding out who the man that Christina was intimately involved with really was, and what he was all about. A man she'd be with for another seven days.

The process seemed backward to Kalinda. The time for digging into a mysterious man's previous life was before you went away with him for a long weekend. It was certainly well before mistakes were made, and the prospect of her being whisked away to Las Vegas for what appeared to be five days. All she could do at that point was listen to Maggie's first telling, and then search for hidden clues on that all important second one.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," she said as Maggie recounted the chance meeting at the shoe store. "Let me make sure I have this straight. You and Sarah ended up at the same shoe store as Christina and this bull she's with?"

"Yeah. It was hilarious."

"It's also ridiculous."

"What?"

"Out of all the shoe stores in the greater Los Angeles area, you all end up in the same one at the exact same time. That's one hell of a coincidence."

"I know. What are the odds, huh?"

"Honestly, there aren't enough zeros to put after that decimal point, so let's just say it's impossible."

"What are you saying? It wasn't a coincidence?"

"C'mon Mag. You're smarter than that. You cannot be that gullible. You were being tracked."

"He was following us?"

"No. I said tracked. From what you're saying about Christina's reaction, that was genuine. If he was following you, she would have known. No... you got there, and he surreptitiously ended up in the same place. That was no boating accident," she quipped, dropping a famous movie line from Jaws

"But that doesn't make any sense. Why? And how would he have known I had Sarah with me."

"Actually, it makes perfect sense. What were you driving?"

"My Mini. Why?"

"Come with me," she said as she sprang out of her chair, heading toward the house.

"Where are we going?" Maggie asked as she scrambled to catch her.

"The garage. I need to check something out. There's no way that was by chance. It was calculated. And no, he didn't know Sarah would be with you. But it was a logical guess. Christina knows you. She asked you to be a part of this. But he pushed her into doing that. I can't prove it yet but it makes sense."

"Well I agree with that. I've been saying since this morning that he's playing me as much as Alex. That's why you're here."

"Okay. Going with the assumption that that's true, it's only logical that you'd do everything you could to become close to the kids. Taking Sarah with you to your place makes perfect sense. What better way to get to know each other than a girl's road trip."

"Wait? Are you saying they know where I live?"

"You live here. Christina would think you'd move some things for the convenience. Her bull... what's his name again?"

"Gerard."

"Gerard pushed Alex's buttons to get more time with her. He would have anticipated because of that, you'd actually move in here, at least temporarily. It stands to reason that you would bring one of the kids with you to bond. Sarah makes the most sense."

"I can't believe they'd know that!"

"Don't lose focus. We have to assume they know everything."

They entered the house, and Kalinda grabbed a flashlight from her purse. Making their way to the Mini Cooper, she got on her back on the cold concrete and scooted underneath the back of the car. She spent about three minutes looking around, searching for whatever caused her to jump up off the lounger in the first place. Maggie looked on, only the bottom half of her sexy naked friend in view. It was one of the hottest things she'd ever seen.

"Fuck! There it is!" she finally called out.

"There what is?"

Kalinda extricated herself from beneath the small car. Sitting up, her knees in the air as she planted her feet, she held out her open hand, a small device was in her palm. "Like I said, you're being tracked. This is a GPS locater. He knows wherever you've gone, and where your car is right now."

"But how? How would they even know my car?"

"Where do you park at work?"

"A parking garage. It's attached to our office building."

"Is it private?"

"Well, no. But it's mostly for employees that work in our high rise."

Getting up, she said, "So Alex drives the Mercedes to work, right?" She was already crawling underneath the back of his convertible when Maggie answered affirmatively. She didn't crawl back out. Instead, she went right to the spot she thought it would be based on the where she found the first one.

Holding it out, Maggie gasped. "That's fucking shit!" Kalinda came out with just the first one. Then she returned to the Mini. "Wait... you're putting it back?"

"Yep. They'll know if you change habits. My guess is he figured you'd park close to Alex. He put one on his car, then he waited until you showed up and put one on yours. We need to leave them." She made her way to the Expedition and checked it. Sure enough there was one on that vehicle as well. "But not this one. They won't expect you to drive this. Now that we know he's tracking you and Alex, this'll be the vehicle you take whenever you don't want them to know were you are."

"Fuck! I am so pissed right now!"

"Don't be. We just got ourselves another advantage. But we need more. We've got to get a few moves ahead of him."

"How?"

"Well first, we gotta figure out who he really is."

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Sunday afternoon, May 19th -- DAY 3

Christina was still. Dead still. She likely would have been anyway, considering what was being done to her. As it was, she didn't have a choice. Brandi didn't want to deal with a scene, and the process was going so much faster because she was drugged with a schedule III narcotic. In fact, the moment she started to come out from under the influence, Brandi gave her another shot, wanting to make sure that part of the plan she'd concocted was completed.

At the very least, what Brandi was doing was a serious breech of their friendship. In many ways, one could question the legality of it. The charge of assault being the most obvious, there were countless others that might apply, several among them being felonies. Certainly there could be a lawsuit brought from a civil perspective.

Even though Christina's husband was an accomplished lawyer, Brandi simply didn't care, justifying her actions under the guise of the 'binding' agreement between a submissive hotwife and the lifestyle mentor who was in charge of her whenever her bull wasn't present. The phrase Brandi continually used was being 'responsible for her', and that was the angle she was playing to the hilt. In her warped mind, this was something that had been discussed at one time as a real possibility when Christina was conscious. The fact that she was currently incapacitated didn't factor into the equation.

Gerard had helped Brandi load the lifeless Christina into her car, but that was as far as he was willing to go. He was totally against Brandi's plan, but not to the point where he was going to get into an argument with her about it. He could already play out how that interaction would go in his head, and it just wasn't worth it. For all her wicked thoughts and questionable tactics, he couldn't move past the fact that he loved her in his own way. And he knew she loved him. They were indeed partners in crime, as she'd alluded to just before he fucked the shit out of her on the cement floor of the garage practically on top of Christina.

It was an angry, aggressive fuck; one filled with a rage that stemmed from the disagreement they had regarding what they were doing with Christina, and her husband. Gerard wasn't about to cross her, so it was his way of making it known how he really felt. Brandi knew it. She'd pushed him like that before. While he'd never admit it, Brandi had a spell over him like she did over practically every man she'd ever encountered. And most women. She seemed harmless; in many ways aloof and playful. But the evilness that resided inside her was deeply rooted, and it was real. Very, very real.

While it wasn't an excuse, Brandi's psychological disfunction had been clinically diagnosed in her early 20s. She was recognized as having a bipolar disorder. But beyond that, her doctors checked off boxes that included being manipulative, narcissistic, having an unhealthy obsession with sex, a propensity to be compulsive, as well as being borderline sociopathic. In a word, she was dangerous.

It all stemmed from her upbringing. She was a southern girl, originally from just outside Athens, Georgia. Her weighted cross to bear was being sexually abused by her father. Her mother knew it was going on, but she was a raging alcoholic, using that as an escape as she looked the other way. Brandi knew she wasn't going to get any help from her. Her father coming into her bedroom for sex every night meant mommy dearest had already passed out. He had no interest in fucking a corpse-like drunk. Her nightmare started early in her junior year of high school, when he showed up in her bedroom the night of her eighteenth birthday.

She was the living juxtaposition of two unfortunate trajectories. The women in Brandi's family hit puberty early, and with a vengeance. However, her actual birthdate made her as the oldest person in her class, the date itself being one day after the cutoff.

He walked in unannounced, thinking it clever of him to tell her he had another present for her, and he was going to unwrap it himself. When he removed his belt, she thought she was about to get a beating... which was not at all uncommon. It was the norm. And she was right. He did give her what he considered the customary birthday swats, with one to grow on. But for the first time he didn't stop there. He said it was time to make a woman out of her, and as her father, it was his job to do it.

Brandi made a conscious choice not to fight his advances, in large part to protect her younger sister. Jasmine was a freshman, two years younger than her eighteen, but she was just as physically mature; Jasmine was of the same mold, but brunette instead of blonde. Brandi knew for certain that if she didn't put out, he just might be going through her sister's door instead. With her mother finding a way to get out of the path of his sexual destruction, she knew her fate was to become the release of his built up carnal rage.

To lash out back at him, she used the very thing he'd robbed her of, her ruined innocence. Other that it being her father, the actual act of sex itself was a huge turn on. Thinking of it as a weapon to use against him, she went after the very core of who he was as a man.

Brandi's father, besides being a sexual predator, was also a bonafide bigot. She serious doubted there was even a single molecule of the man that wasn't obscenely, overtly racist. Because of that, she became enamored of the idea of being used by black men. The nastier they treated her, the more she loved it. There was something about a huge, well-hung black man doing things to her that her father would blanche at that made her cream her panties. Then again, she stopped wearing them. That was the beginning of her obsession with interracial sex; a thirst she'd never been able to fully quench.

As for life at home, she put up with her father's lecherous behavior. She found perverse humor in the idea that her pussy was being stretched out regularly, which made feeling his small dick damn difficult. When she wasn't being molested by an incestuous monster, she was helping her sister advance in school. Brandi was incredibly bright, and a straight A student despite the scars she endured at home. Those included being whipped and slapped. She came to love the feel of his hand against her cheek and ass. It was the closest thing to genuine affection she got from the man. All the while she worked to help Jasmine, who was equally smart. The younger sister actually gained enough credits to graduate with Brandi's class.

Brandi didn't attend the graduation ceremony. Her duty to protect her sister done, she picked up her diploma, got in her beat up Ford Escort jam packed with with all her meager possessions, and bolted for California.

She hated the car almost as much as she hated living in Georgia, but it was a means to an end; the need to escape her father a strong one. Then again, there was a part of that daily sexual degradation she knew she was going to miss. She intended on enrolling in one of the University of California schools, believing her transcripts would speak for itself. That turned out to be a fallacy, as the Riverside, Irvine and Los Angeles branches all turned her down. It took fucking the assistant to the assistant director of admissions at UC Santa Barbara over a long weekend to finally get accepted to a school. And then she had to keep fucking him during her first semester to prove she was the student she said she was. It was the only solution she could come up with to avoid enrolling at a local community college. He never looked at her transcripts at all. He looked at her desperation and then her body, and took advantage of both.