Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 22

As it was, he always split the pot evenly. And as hard as it may have been to believe, she made them a lot of money. She didn't keep track of her earnings, because she didn't set the prices. She never bothered to count how many men she offered her holes to. She would be too high to concern herself with those kind of trivial details. It didn't matter the time of day or night. She was going to make herself available to anyone that wanted to fuck her for literally sixty hours straight. And she'd be under the influence of heroin the entire time, only coming down at the very end.

Carlton would always become visibly nervous when she'd finish stripping. Not because he didn't love seeing her naked except for the sexy heels. He would become hard just from her distinct perfume. Seeing her rock hard body in the flesh had him pulsing. His trepidation came from what would come next.

She'd climb up on that filthy counter, sitting sexily in front of him. Spreading her thighs, she'd offer him a glimpse of her golden snatch. Then she would hold out her right foot, motioning for him to take off the shoe. Pulling out an orange rubber tourniquet and a syringe from her purse, she'd say, "Would you do the honor? The first ones loaded. You'll have to bake the rest as we go to keep me flying."

His protest would follow. "You know I hate doing that to you, Khalisee."

"I know. But that's our agreement to let you be my pimp and fuck me whenever you want. Besides, you're better at finding those tiny veins in my feet than I am. Especially once I'm high. And I trust you more than I trust myself. I know you'd never let me OD."

That was a true statement. Carlton was more careful than Brandi when it came to administering the dosage. She'd beg for a big load before she'd fuck Spike, wanting it to last all night so she wouldn't have to do it again. That and she hated injecting herself for the very reason she'd tell Carlton. Plus, she felt less like a drug user and more like a helpless whore obeying her pimp if he was the one that would come into the room and light her up again and again.

"You sure?"

"Last dose at noon on Monday. I've got to come down from my throne in time to go to work on Tuesday. Just make sure you keep me high the rest of the time. Promise me."

"I promise, Khaleesi," he'd chuckled, knowing what she meant about a throne. It was her way of getting into the mindset of what she was about to do. Still, he would always ask, "Are you ever going to tell me what your real job is?"

Her answer was precise. It was well rehearsed. I was exactly what he came to expect. "I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen. The first of her name, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khalisee of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons. Time for you to help me mount Drogon, Jorah."

Brandi's love of Game of Thrones played into her fantasy, although she didn't resemble Emilia Clarke. If anything, she looked like a young Kim Basinger. Yet she was drawn to the iconic character of Daenerys; one that brought fear with her three dragons. The idea that she was impervious to fire helped her focus when Carlton would wrap the rubber band around her lower leg and tie it tightly. The veins in her foot would pop, and he'd carefully clean the injection site with an alcohol pad. Seconds later the juice from the hypodermic would race through her system like lightning, and she'd come alive. The urge to scream out Dracarys was sometimes overwhelming.

"Give me ten minutes, then come rape me like you're Drogo," she'd tease as he put her shoe back on after removing the band.

She loved that imagery. Carlton starred in two roles. As her pimp, he was Jorah Mormont, the exiled knight who pledged his loyalty to Queen Daenerys and becomes her closest and most loyal companion. He was her protector. That's why he took seriously the charge to ensure the dosage of herion he'd administer wouldn't push her past a lethal limit. It was part of the unrequited lust he held for Brandi, much like Jorah's love for his Queen.

Carlton could compartmentalize that carnal desire, because he also got to play Drogo, khal of the Dothraki; namesake of Daenerys' favored Dragon, Drogon. His Khaleesi was the most beautiful and exotic woman in the world, and to Carlton, Brandi fit that description perfectly.

Known for his savage brutality, he fucked like he fought. The classic scene depicting Daenerys being raped from behind by Drogo, an eventual hint of a smile appearing on her face as she takes his assault, is what Brandi expected from Carlton when he'd take her each morning she was there. And he was more than thrilled to give her his massive cock exactly as she wanted it.

To that end, she would leave her cloths behind on the counter, walking naked to the room, her purse and the key in hand. This wasn't some upscale lodging establishment with key cards. She likely was one of several women there with heroin pulsing through their racing heart. She was just the only one that looked like a porn star. The rest were junkies.

The price for her sweet pussy, whatever Carlton decided to charge, was worth it to the local crowd she was showing off to. She'd leave the door of the first floor room open to the parking lot, hoping for customers to stumble inside... but only able to fuck her if they had the receipt given them by her pimp. They'd have to pay him first at the front desk for permission to fuck her.

And word of that got out quickly. The one time Carlton found that a guy had walked in and just started fucking her, he pulled him out into the parking lot by his hair and beat him unconscious with a small baseball bat, the kind they give away in stadiums on bat night. He left him naked and bleeding by the curb of the street as an example. No one bothered to call the cops. They weren't welcome in that neighborhood anyway.

Yet that didn't deter the local clientele from lining up. Once word spread of the stunning blonde in room 109, they came in droves that first time. When she showed up at the hotel again six months later, Carlton merely texted a few potential cocks that Kahlisee was back in town; the rest of the weekend pretty much took care of itself.

It was that arrangement with Carlton that became the blueprint for her staging the wild fuck-a-thon nights at the hotel run by Gerard's Uncle Felix. Gerard was leery at first about involving his uncle, but he had to admit the premise Brandi devised was incredibly successful, not only in providing a memorable night for whatever current hotwife he had on the hook, but also for his employees, who would come and pretend to be paying clients of a first time whore, made easy by the fact she was always blindfolded. And experiencing it always made the hotwife more obedient. At least that's what Brandi felt, and Gerard had to admit that it seemed to be the case, no matter how much he hated the way he was portrayed by the backstory she created for him.

That was certainly the case with Christina. Brandi had challenged her harder than any hotwife Gerard had been with before, pushing all the right buttons at exactly the right time. Not just the day she drove her to Uncle Felix's hotel, threatening her with the idea of drugs for the first time. Every step afterward had been excruciatingly calculated and perfectly executed, to the point that Christina was on the third day of a ten day sexual adventure that Brandi hoped would end up with her pregnant.

She looked at Christina, once again under the full effects of the sedative she'd been given. Reaching between her slightly open thighs, she cupped her pussy, finding it enlightening that it was very, very wet. Then again, it was full of Spike's cum.

"She liked you fucking her."

"You're changing the subject. What are the other two reasons, B?"

"Ha. Okay, well, the second one should be obvious. Then again, you only know Chris's mom is a sadistic cunt that beat her daughter in the name of a cultist religion. I didn't mention she's also a fucking racist. I can relate. My father was like that," she shrugged.

"Your father is dead?"

"Fuck, I hope so! That would be so fucking awesome. Doesn't really matter though. He's dead to me even if he's not. I haven't had anything to do with the piece of shit since I graduated high school. That's one of the differences between me and Chris. She won't cut off ties with her mother, because of her inheritance; she feels like she at least has that coming to her for putting up with all the mental and physical abuse she's endured over the years. I can respect that. But having a black baby will push her mother over the edge."

"So you're intentionally going to put her future at risk?"

"Her future isn't at risk. Her husband's a partner in a successful law firm. He makes incredible money."

"Alright, what's the play, then?"

"The play is she gets pregnant. She can't get an abortion, but she knows for sure that the baby is going to be dark skinned because the only cocks that are going to nut in her in Vegas are going to be BBC's. Not to mention her mother likely knowing Alex has been clipped. So, I swoop in when she's in a panic, offering the option of taking the baby like the great friend I've become to her."

"I don't see how that helps. She'd still be outed as having fucked a black man."

"Not if I suggest she be my surrogate."

"Huh? That's doesn't make any sense at all."

"Hear me out. While I don't want anyone to know I really can't have a baby, I'm not above acting like I'm pretending I can't."

"Jesus fucking Christ," he groaned.

"I know. It's ingenious, isn't it! She'll think her life is over, because she has no good choices. I offer to take the fall, so to speak. It'll look to her like I'm helping my friend out of a nightmare scenario in her darkest hour. I'll even offer to start take hormones to help me lactate so I can breastfeed right away, like I'm supporting a woman I love that's in dire straits by creating a way out... by saying publicly that she chose to have my baby for me because I can't. It's the perfect way to sell it."

"Still, you said it yourself. The baby's going to be dark skinned."

"And my imaginary 'boyfriend' is black. That, or we could play the sperm donor card. Either way, it's perfect. But, just to ensure she'll give up the baby, there's also part three."

"Which is?"

"Taking it because she's a recovering heroin addict."

"You have got to be kidding!"

"Look, I'm not going to hook her hard. Just enough that she knows how hard it can bite her."

"Brandi, that's insane. You don't have any control over how someone will react to heroin. I'm still not sure I believe you can walk away like you say you can."

"I'm not lying, Spike. I can."

"Okay. If that's really true, you have to be honest and admit that you're a unicorn when it comes to staving off addiction. Like I said, if people didn't become addicts, I never would have been in the game as long as I was. How can you possibly predict how she'll react!?"

"Duh! I've learned from experience."

"Experience!? That experience is what nearly cost us. Have you forgotten that?"

"No. I'm actually counting on it. The biggest difference is knowing exactly what I'm giving her... and how much. I've done the math. I know what she eats, how she trains, what she weighs. I've factored in all the variables. She'll fuck like a porn star. She'll be begging for more and more cock the entire time we're there."

"Okay. Stop right there. How are you going to get her to accept being shot up in the first place? That doesn't even seem plausible?"

"Do you think I don't already have that figured out?"

"Oh, I'm sure you do. Enlighten me anyway."

"Fine. I intend to lead by example. I've already set the stage for that."

"That doesn't help. What the fuck are you talking about?"

"At this very moment, even though she's pretty much unconscious, Christina is under the impression that I'm responsible for her behavior the rest of the week. I've already set her up twice this weekend with tasks she thinks G gave her. I knew she'd fail them. It wasn't even a contest, really. After the second one, I told her that I got beat with a belt just like she did."

"Did you?" he asked, looking at the stripes on Christina's perfect backside.

Brandi removed the rest of her clothes to prove it to him. "That ass didn't whip itself with a belt this morning. I goaded G into it. But it's the proof I'll need later to show I was serious."

"Later?"

"I put her head in a bag. She hasn't seen it. Truth is there was nothing to show at the time. He didn't whip me until after I'd told her that because she fucked up that second time, because I've been bragging about how she's learning from me, G is going to hold me equally accountable for her behavior for the rest of week. I have to do everything she does, tattoos aside. If she fucks up, whatever punishment he gives to her, I have to endure it too," she giggled.

"And I suppose getting shot up with H is on that list."

"Yep. I've already threatened her with it, telling her about him and what he's capable of. She knows getting shot up with coke or H is a reality if she fucks up again big enough. I just have to ensure I make that happen. I've got a half-dozen challenges up my sleeve that I know she won't be able to do without disappointing me. Well, him, in her eyes."

"You're naked," he smirked.

"Very well. They're up my pussy. Probably closer to the truth anyway. My point is I can't imagine a scenario where I'm not shooting myself up within, oh... I don't know. Let's say forty-eight hours once were in Vegas. Then I'll have to do it to her, and it's game on."

"You. Brandi Gardner. You're going to shoot yourself up," he said in disbelief. "You've never done that in your life."

"Because it's too hard for me to do it in my feet. But I'm not going to do that. I'm going to shoot myself in the arm. Her too. I'm going to make sure we have track marks deliberately. I need her to see a vivid image of the rabbit hole she's going to go down with me. The key is she has to get great dick once we do it. I mean right away. She had to feel the upside; to make it easy to want to do it again and again. And it can't be G."

"Yeah, you're right. There's no way she'll get addicted," he said sarcastically, shaking his head.

"I never said she wouldn't. I said I wouldn't hook her hard. I've planted enough seeds of fear that she'll reject the idea of being a junkie no matter how incredible fucking on the stuff feels. The key is getting her into rehab early in the pregnancy."

"What was that about it can't be Gerard?"

"He doesn't know I do heroin. When we get to the point where I involve him in that, I'm going to tell him it's a colored saline solution. We're going to be doing dabs too. I need to make him believe that that's all it is, and Chris just thinks it's H. Like a placebo effect."

"You think he won't really know your shooting juice in your veins?"

"I'll stop shooting myself with H and switch myself to the solution. It's really not that complicated. I just need a couple of days with her on my own to set the hook."

"And just how are you going to do that?"

"It's tricky, but not impossible. And that's one I'm not going to share, because I can't take the chance of it getting out. No offense, but I can't take that risk."

"Neither can I. I'm rather partial to my testicles. Rather not chance having them cut off."

"Yeah, well... I'm glad you know I'm serious. As for what I'm doing with her," she said pointing to the subject of her incredibly evil scheme. "I've been working on this plan for a long, long time. I've covered all my bases. She's the one, Spike. I'm going to pull this off. I know what I'm doing. I've got this... trust me."

"I love you Brandi... but I don't trust you. Not even close. I also know better than to cross you. I've seen what you're capable of."

"Don't you forget that," she laughed, almost maniacally.

Picking up her phone, she scrolled through her contacts. "What the hell are you doing now?"

"Changing plans. I just told her we're already on our way to Vegas. We weren't going to go until tomorrow, but

I've got to make that a reality just in case she somehow remembers it. You need to get busy and get that other tattoo done."

"Anything else you need from me?"

"Just the heroin. Are you sure what you gave me is pure?"

"It's clean, if that's what you mean."

"How do you know for sure? I can't have a repeat of -"

"I've told you over and over, I have a different supplier. I took care of the last one."

"Yes... but you've never told me what that means."

"It means I don't want to implicate myself in another crime," he stated bluntly.

"So, by taking care of, you mean... "

"I mean you can't testify if I don't tell you. All I'll say is the heroin I gave you is pure. I'd be willing to bet that guy's life on it."

"God, that just made me wet," she sighed sexily.

"You... are really fucked up."

"Blame my hopefully deceased dad. That's what I do," she winked as she pressed the button on her phone, making a call.

He stared that's gorgeous woman lying on his ink table, her naked body like a fresh canvas. Honing in on her shapely bottom, reddened with belt marks, his mind went to the payment he'd receive for the next work of art he was about to create on her flawless tan skin.

"What if I fuck her ass? Do I have to wear a condom then?" he snickered.

"No," she mouthed as she waited for someone to answer her call. "Hello? Yes... I'd like to change a reservation if I could please. Yes... I'll hold."

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Sunday evening, May 19th -- DAY 3

Maggie was sitting on the edge of the pool, her legs dangling into the water. She was throwing a soaked nerf ball back and forth with Tommy and Sarah, who was taking great delight in getting her wet every time she caught it. Not that she cared. She was basking in the early evening sun, her naked body sparking from the droplets landing on her porcelain skin.

Alex was in the hot tub with Kalinda, the two edging each other beneath the bubbling surface. She was slowly stroking his throbbing shaft, making him growl whenever she'd stop to run her thumb over his thick head, toying with the tiny opening with her nail. He had two fingers gliding in and out of her tight pussy, with his thumb strumming her clit like a guitar string. They were bringing each other to the brink of an orgasm and then backing off, neither one of them wanting to cum just yet. The idea was to stoke the fire, knowing the real heat between them would happen once Maggie got the kids off to bed.

That was still a few hours away, but the anticipation of a night of hot, steamy sex was looming over the adults in the expansive back yard. Especially Alex, who was stunned that he was looking at yet another threesome with two beautiful young women, neither of them being his wife. And that was a factor that he never would have imagined. With Kalinda slowly playing with him, all thoughts of Christina had vanished from his brain. He was only using it for sex as it was, but he'd been able to set aside his feelings of angst about what she might be doing, focusing instead on his own pleasure for once. He knew there would still be challenges ahead, the likelihood of getting pegged at the top of that list. There was also the embarrassing prospect of having to be waxed. Yet he knew he'd get through anything thrown his way because of the love and support he felt from Maggie.

Perhaps love was too strong of a sentiment. Lust was certainly there. And infatuation. But he actually felt a real emotional connection he could only describe in his mind as being love. It wasn't something he'd ever act on, but it also wasn't going to stop him from being with her.