Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 24

Massaging his balls tenderly, she concentrated on her breathing, keeping pace. Unwilling to slow down for any reason. Her movement was relentless, and in a few minutes he succumbed to her will.

"Unnnnnnnhhhhhhaaaa!" he growled as hip hips lifted up.

She held still, taking his thick load in her waiting mouth, swallowing often from the volume. Ah... the volume. It truly was his gift, and she giggled as he kept firing off. When he finally finished, she pushed back on his chair, crawling out from under his desk. She went straight to the window, looking at her reflection as she ran her fingers through her hair, straightening it. All the while she played with the remnants of his load on her tongue, tasting him. A minute or so later she finally swallowed the rest, turning to walk back to her desk.

"Thank you, Maggie," he said quietly as she moved past him.

She noticed he'd already put away his cock, but she was nonchalant about him comment. "For what, sweetie?"

For some reason he knew not to thank her for what she'd just done. He knew almost instinctively that it was not only what she wanted to do, she needed it for herself as much as he did.

"For being here for me."

"I'm going to be wherever you need me from now on. Speaking of which, give me a second. I'm going to get my rental paperwork for my apartment so we can draw up one for the pool house. That is, if you still want me to live there."

"More than ever," he smiled.

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

Late Monday Morning, May 20th -- DAY 4

"Please tell me you're joking."

"Of course not. Why would I lie? Am I not always honest with you?"

"Brandi, you know what happened the last time you did this. What it cost."

"Why is everything about money with you? We have the money. Besides, I know what I'm doing. I've learned from my mistakes."

"I'm not talking about the money. I'm talking about the collateral damage. Not to mention the risks. We got off lucky the last time, and you know it."

"Are you referring to the fact that she had a history?"

"Of course I am! That's the only reason we got away with it. That, and yes... the people I paid off."

"They had no real proof. You didn't have to do that. That was your choice. And I've told you time and again, it was my problem... not our problem. I didn't ask you to come to my rescue."

"You're my wife! What do you mean it wasn't our problem!?"

"I'm not your wife. That we're together is only on a technicality, Scott. I'm not sure the husband/wife provision would have applied if I'd have had to go to court."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means just because we're a common law couple, I'm not sure you would have been exempt from testifying against me. I'm not a lawyer."

"Neither am I, but that's not really a risk I was willing to take one way or another. That's why I did what I did."

"Which means between the two of us, the one that can definitely be convicted of a crime if they're caught is you. You better hope the common law thing is binding so I can't be forced to testify against you if they find out."

"What are you talking about?"

"What do you think bribery is, Scott. It's a crime."

"So is what you did!"

"Except they can't prove it. That's the difference. If they could, I'd be in jail right now. Instead, I'm not even a person of interest."

"Again, thanks to me. And yet you've learned nothing from that. You're doing it again!"

"No... I'm not. This is completely different. It just seems like it because I'm in Vegas."

"Are you using?"

"What?"

"Are you doing herion?"

"Scott, I've always done heroin. What's your point?"

"First, you haven't always done it. You didn't the entire time we were in college. You can live without it."

"And I do most of the time. I'm not an addict. I can step away from it any time I want."

"Except you keep going back to it. That's the definition of addiction."

"What I'm addicted to is big black cocks. That's what I can't live without. The fact that I occasionally like to ride the dragon while feeding that addiction is my choice. One I'm able to control, and you know it."

"So you have it with you."

"Yes, Scott. I'm going to be fucking black men. I already have. Five of them. Christina and I were hookers last night. Newsflash, I was sober when we did it. Well, that's not true. We were really high on THC, but that's sober to me. We weren't doing coke, and we weren't doing herion."

"But you were hooking again. Just like... "

"That time, we were hooking at the end of the week. Like I said, this is different."

"Same playbook. Same plays. You're just running them in a different order, hoping for a different outcome."

"It's going to be. This is going to work. I've learned from that experience, Scott. I promise. Stop worrying."

"I wish it was that easy, Brandi."

"You know, I've let that slide because I know you're upset... but I've reached my limit. What's my name?"

"Miss B," he groaned.

"And who am I?"

"My mistress."

"Have you forgotten whose in charge?"

"No ma'am."

"I think you have. Get undressed, please."

"May I... nevermind," he replied, knowing it was futile to ask if he could get up and lock his office door. He was thankful he'd had the foresight to close it that morning. He usually left it open, but he'd had to make several calls that morning and he wanted the privacy.

Standing, he began to remove his clothes, carefully folding them in the process. It was part of the discipline Brandi had instilled in him. She was waiting patiently, knowing he was doing what he was told, even though she couldn't see him. When he finally got back on the line, he knew what was coming next.

"Call me on Facetime in ten minutes. Do not lock your door. I'll force you to show me, and if it's locked, I will make you open it and leave it open while I embarrass you in front of Gabriella again. Is that what you want? Your secretary seeing you in your cock cage a second time."

"No ma'am."

"Exactly ten minutes, on your laptop. Not a minute sooner or later."

"Yes ma'am."

Brandi hung up just as Christina was coming out of the bathroom of the rundown motel room, having just showered.

"I don't know why I bothered," she said as she dried her hair with a old, mildewy towel. "I feel dirtier than when I got in."

"That's funny."

Lifting up her foot, she showed Brandi the sole, already blackened from the shag carpet. "The bathtub isn't much better. But at least my cunt is clean."

"For now. We gotta hit the streets again tonight if we have hopes of moving to a better place than this."

"I can't believe Gerard had us starting in such a shitty neighborhood. I gotta be honest, I never knew this part of Las Vegas existed."

"That's his point. You're a rich white housewife that's had the world given to her because she's pretty. You want to stay at the Bellagio? You have to earn it. And since I'm being forced to do whatever you do because you fuck up so often, I've gotta stay in this fleabag dump too."

"I... I'm sorry, Brandi. I'm trying. I really am."

"I know. Hell, you earned more than I did last night. Unfortunately we didn't fuck our way to a better place to stay, which is why we have to do it again."

"But in here, right?"

"Unfortunately, not yet."

"Then why did you say we're sleeping here again tonight? I thought we paid for the room already."

"Ha! You know how this works. We're getting ten bucks for a blowjob and twenty for pussy in this area. Those bums don't have money. But this is Vegas. Everything costs more, including a dump like this. That's why most of them are homeless. Paying for drugs and food is more important. Pussy comes in third. Housing isn't a factor."

"So we didn't pay for two nights here?"

"No, Chris. But we will in about an hour. We're going to be fucking the manager and assistant manager."

"Great!" she griped. "I should have known. Who gets who?"

"They each get both of us. And we still have to pay them twenty five bucks each afterward."

"That... that wipes us out again, doesn't it?"

"Yes. But everything we make tonight will go to the next place we stay."

"How does that help? We didn't make enough last night to stay somewhere else. The guys we fucked aren't going to do it again. They got what they wanted... you have to think that'll be all they can afford for a while."

"True. But Alice said she'll help us find some guys. She's going to be our pimp."

"Who the fuck is Alice?"

"The manager," she winked.

"Thank God," she sighed.

"I wouldn't get too excited. She's a three hundred pound black lesbian. She's going to sit on your face, and then tear your pussy up with a strap-on."

"Wonderful," she replied sarcastically. "And the assistant manager?"

"Her twin brother, Marvin," she shrugged. "Again, your white privilege is causing this. Gerard had this place picked out if we didn't make enough. And may I remind you, I have to do it to, you spoiled cunt!"

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't help me breathe when she's suffocating me with her pussy. And I'm fearful we might be doing the same to Marvin's ass. It's because of that that I need to get my aggression out. I have the feeling we're both going to be violated in ways I don't want to imagine."

"So what are you going to do? Spend the next hour violating me?"

"No. Scarlett. You can help," she laughed.

"That's who you were talking to? Scott?"

"Yes. I was letting him know I was in Las Vegas. He's not happy about it?"

"Why not?"

"Uh... look at us, Chris."

"You told him what we're doing?"

"I had to. He's going to know we're not at the Bellagio when he Facetimes us. But he's more upset because he knows how wild I can get while I'm in this town. He doesn't trust me. Or you."

"Me? Why wouldn't he trust me?"

"One, he thinks I'm a bad influence on you. He thinks I'm turning you into me."

"What would make him think that?"

"You fucked him in the ass, without me even being there. You basically took my place."

"Oh... yeah."

"So he has reason to feel that way. Not to mention that's what I'm doing."

"Huh?"

"I'm your mentor, am I not?"

"Well, yeah."

"Then it only stands to reason that you'd try to emulate me. Other than fucking up like you have to the point I have to do this too, you're pretty much living up to my standards. Like I said, you banked more than me last night. I'm jealous."

"It's the hair. And the new tattoo."

"It's the whole package. I'm hoping I'll regain the upper hand when we start stripping."

"What?"

"That's our next challenge, if we ever get past this one. This is all a series of tests, Chris. One challenge after the next. We pass one, and progress. When we move past just hooking, it's on to stripping, with hooking on the side. Then it's... well, let's not get ahead of ourselves. We might not survive the twins. There's as good a chance as not they'll smother us to death."

"Well there's a happy thought."

"Which is why I'm going to focus on tormenting Scarlett. Wanna help?"

"Sure. Why not? What do you want me to do?" she said earnestly, doing whatever she could think of to keep the focus off Alex.

"Get the rig, to start. I'm going to need to be seriously high if I'm going to be able to stomach what we're going to have to do with Alice and Marvin."

Grabbing the glass fixture and the wax off the nearly broken table, she didn't think to argue about smoking more THC. Based on what Brandi just told her, she knew she'd need to be high to do it too. Lighting it up, she actually took the first hit.

"Ha! See... you're becoming more like me every day. That's the first time you've done that yourself."

"Self preservation," she winked, before taking a second hit. Coughing hard from the intensity, she handed it to Brandi. "At least it's not herion."

"Not yet. But we're not nearly out of the woods there, sweetie."

"I know. Somehow I'm beginning to feel it might be inevitable. I'm going to screw up. Probably with the two that are showing up in an hour."

"Relax. I said we're not out of the woods. That doesn't mean the big bad wolf is already at the door. We can do this."

"If you say so," she sighed, letting the beginning of the strong buzz start to come to her.

"I do," Brandi grinned. But it was more about the idea that Christina was beginning to accept that she might be experiencing the electric influence of heroin before the week was over. It was something she wanted for her. It was part of her plan, to give her a taste. But it was too soon. Still, the notion that Christina might be starting to accept it as fate played into her favor. She just had convince her that it wasn't a foregone conclusion. The key was to play on the scenario she'd carefully created.

"Remember, Christina... if you have to get jabbed with the needle, so do I."

"I know. I'm worried I'm going to fuck it up for both of us."

"Well, if you do, we'll deal with it together. I love you. I have no intention of making you go through it alone if it comes to that. Your failure would be my failure."

"Hardly."

"I signed up to be your mentor. It's part of the deal."

Taking the rig back, Christina took another long hit. "Thanks for being my friend, B. I love you too."

The distinctive chime of a Facetime call chirped on Brandi's phone. Brandi handed it to Christina, who made sure her upper body was in the frame, wanting to surprise him by showing him her tits.

"Hello?" he said nervously, not recognizing her.

"Hello Scarlett. Remember me?"

"Miss Christina?"

She took another hit before handing the glass off to Brandi out of view. Coughing as she exhaled, she nodded. "You... you do remember me," she struggled to say.

"Are you smoking pot?"

"Yes."

"But... just pot."

She found it be an odd question. "What does that mean?"

Brandi took the phone and glared into it for a second, the look on her face saying everything. He got the message loud and clear, and she handed the phone back to her.

"I didn't mean anything by it Miss C. How may I serve you?"

She glanced at Brandi, who seemed to be letting her take charge. But not without silent instructions. She handed her friend a piece of paper, a neatly written list of items he had available to him in his briefcase. Christina looked it over with a quick glance, pointing at a couple of things that seemed odd to her. Brandi nodded and got up, returning with her purse. Digging around inside, she handed her a second cell phone. One she hadn't seen before.

Christina wasn't sure why she was about to do what she was, other than she felt it was what Brandi expected of her. She was trying to stay in her good graces, doing and saying things she felt would find favor. It was calculated. She felt certain more and more that she was in a precarious position. She wasn't sure why, but she would have felt safer if Gerard was actually there. Plus, she didn't have possession of her phone. Brandi did. She also didn't have her ID or wallet. She actually had no idea where they were at that point, other than the outskirts of Las Vegas.

Because she was who knows where, in another state, she had to abide by what Brandi was telling her Gerard wanted. She just wasn't sure any longer if he was truly calling the shots. Something seemed off. She just couldn't put her finger on it. Still, everything she was doing, Brandi was too. That was hard to ignore. Enough so that she kept going. That didn't mean she wasn't doing so with her eyes wide open.

The uneasiness she was feeling inside had to do with what she knew she'd put Alex through, using Maggie to do it. Yes, she'd been the first to put a plug in his ass. And had it stayed at that level, they both likely could have learned to accept it as a part of their hotwife and submissive relationship. But she pushed further, at Brandi's insistence. It wasn't enough just to plug him. She needed to peg him. Or better yet, have him pegged by someone else. It was the ultimate way to assert her control over him. He wanted to be a stag. She was pressing the cuckold button whenever she could. It seemed right, until she woke up in a dog crate on a cold garage floor, looking at the image of her husband's dignity being ripped from his body while he was fucked in the ass with a big strap-on. That picture changed everything.

She was reminded of that image forever imprinted on her brain as she looked at the list. She could feel what Brandi was expecting of her, even without words. It's why she questioned what she read on the paper, actually pointing to it, and a few others. It was why Brandi giddily retrieved the burner phone. She was living up to her mentor's expectations out of necessity. She didn't want to do it, but she felt she had to, in part to help protect her husband.

"Scarlett... do you have your remote control butt plug in?" she asked in a syrupy voice.

"No ma'am."

"Put it in for me please."

"Which one?"

"Huh. How many do you have?"

"Bluetooth? I have two."

"How many bluetooth devices do you have altogether?"

"Besides the lock on my cage?"

"That's not coming off today, I'm afraid. I have no desire to see your little boy penis today. But I do intend to make you cum in your cage like I've done several times, haven't I Scarlett?"

"Yes, Miss C."

"That's right. How many bluetooth devices do I have at my disposal?"

"Two plugs, and an eight inch dildo."

"Mmm... does it have a suction cup on the end?"

"Under the balls, yes."

"Oh, I think we're going to use that."

"It... it doesn't stick to my chair. It's leather."

"I wouldn't expect it to. We need a hard, flat surface."

"You want me to stick it on my desk?"

"Of course not. We wouldn't be able to see you then."

"Then where?"

"Stand up and move your chair out of the way." He did what she wanted, and she grinned. "Right there, Scarlett."

"Where?"

"Your office window, silly."

"You're joking."

"Nope. Lick it cup and stick it on the window. Then you're going to suck it... and you better do a good job, because it's the only lube I'm going to allow you to use when you back your bitch hole up on it!"

"Yes ma'am," he replied in a resigned sigh. And he got right to work, not wanting to delay because he was in a precarious position.

"Fuck... and here I thought I was evil," Brandi whispered.

"You're the one that taught me. So did my mother. Have I told you she's an evil, sadistic cunt?"

"Several times. Mine was a drunken slut. It was my father that was evil," she replied in a bit of self confession.

"We'll have to compare notes sometime."

"I'll win."

"I don't think so."

"If you say so," she answered. She had no intention of telling Christina about her sordid past. Not unless it was the only way to fulfill the goal of the mission she was on.

They watched as Scott sucked on the dildo, squatting on front of it, his back to the camera. It surprised Christina.

"Is... is he deep throating that thing?"

"Yes," Brandi said proudly.

"How?"

"I made him learn. He can take a bigger one than that."

"Again, how?"

"It amuses me. I started making him suck my strap-on, and I kept going to bigger ones."

"Okay. But why?"

"She's Scarlett. A slut is supposed to suck cock like a pro. I wanted her to have that skill. And now she does. I've told you I've threatened her with sucking a real one. I still think about it. It turns me on, the idea of him sucking cock for me. I'm probably not going to do it, but it drives me crazy sometimes thinking about watching him actually take a real one."

"My God."

"See... my dad fucked me up too. I'm a mental case, to be honest," she said in a moment of frank honesty. But she laughed it off like she was joking, and Christina bought it. "Look at him, though. You can't tell me that some gay guy wouldn't sign up to have Scarlett do that to him. And as luck would have it, she lives in San Francisco. Gay guys probably outnumber the straight ones."