Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 26

"I don't understand any of this. This was supposed to be fun."

"Christina... you had fun last night. Don't tell me you didn't. Cocaine aside, you loved being on that stage and then taking all those dicks at the club. And

that gangbang... you were into that. You got off on it. And you can't tell me you don't want to do it again with even more guys tonight."

"Not at the expense of you having to do that," she said, pointing at the spoon with heroin residue on it.

"Answer my question. Did you love the gangbang?"

"Yes, I did. And yes, I was really looking forward to tonight, even with the cocaine. Now? Not so much."

"Sweetie, I'm going to be fine. I'm not going to shoot that much. I told you before we would have been better off just taking small doses and show him we're doing it to take the power away from him. He can't threaten us with what we're already doing."

"Be that as it may, not a good plan. He really has a video of me last night?"

"Chris, everyone has it now."

"What do you mean, everyone."

Grabbing her phone, she opened her chrome browser, which was already loaded. Turning it so her friend could see, she pressed play. Christina heard the distinctive sound of the Pornhub intro to a featured video, her eyes flashing. She recognized the website design, and noticed the account name. Venus Butterfly.

There she was, getting fucked on the stage of the strip club, her face and that of Steve both obscured. But it was definitely her. And it was definitely on the internet for all to see. In fact, it came as a shock that the account on that name already had almost ten thousand subscribers. Almost two thousand people had already seen that particular video, and it couldn't have been up but a few hours.

"He made an account... of me?"

"It would appear so. There's a couple dozen videos on here. Pretty much everything I've sent him, plus a few he took on his own. He's done an incredible job hiding your face, but yeah, you're an official amateur hotwife pornstar."

"I'm going to kill him."

"You're not even going to say anything to him about this. Ever. As far as you're concerned, you don't know this exists. Besides, he's only giving you and Alex what you wanted."

"What the fuck are you talking about? I never wanted that!"

"Yes you did. Videos of hotwives are what started all of this. The lifestyle you wanted to live out is coming full circle. I'll bet your husband is one of your followers."

"Alex knows!?"

"I'm assuming so. You know one of the things Gerard's big on is not just owning the hotwife. He also torments the cuck. There's two of you involved in this world you're creating. That's what makes Gerard so good at it. He gets that. Most bulls just fuck the wife. You can bet he's mind-fucking your husband too."

"God..." she sighed. Then she actually smirked. "I do look good though."

"The tats really stand out," Brandi noted.

Christina actually got off watching herself get fucked by the hugely hung stranger. She was glad her eyes weren't showing, mainly because it would have been obvious just how high she was at that point. Yet it was the other set of eyes... the ones set in the design of the wings of the butterfly on her back that had her attention.

"I think I'm going to have to go back to Spike and get those eyes to glow," she said in a moment of pure vanity.

Brandi smiled inside, but she knew she wasn't done. "Chris, I have to do this. You have to video it. I have to send it to him."

"And then what? What's next? And why didn't you tell me about the contest?"

"I did tell you, sort of. I said one of us had to win it. I didn't tell you what would happen if we didn't because I didn't want to put more pressure on you. You were doing cocaine for just the second time. And dancing in front of a real crowd for the first. Besides, I really thought as long as one of us won, we were good."

"So you're just going to shoot up. Just like that."

"No. I'm going to shoot a little. A quarter of a dose."

"What does that even mean, B? How do you even know how to do this?"

"You of all people should know I know my way around needles after what I was forced to do with your cunt. Have you forgotten the lidocaine incident already?"

"No. No... I'll probably never be able to forget that. I'm not talking about the needle. I know your mom's a nurse. You've told me the story about your younger brother being diabetic and you having to give him his insulin," she answered. "I'm asking about the herion."

"I Googled it. You can find out how to do anything on the internet, if you know how to search. I learned how to change my own spark plugs on my old car on YouTube. Learned how to peg my husband on Pornhub."

Christina ignored the quip about pegging, not wanting to think about what might lie ahead for her own husband later that very day. "So that's a quarter dose?" she wondered, looking at the amount in the syringe.

"Based on what I've read, yes. You'll take video of me pushing the plunger, showing it going in, but you'll wait to zoom in until I tell you. If we do it right it'll look like I'm giving myself more. But it has to be real. I'm not going to be able to fake it."

"Then what? What's his end game?"

"I don't know. But this is where I am."

"Thanks to me. I'm the reason this is happening. I'm so, so sorry Brandi."

"It's okay. I don't blame you, Christina. You're my best friend. I love you."

"I love you too."

"It is ironic, though."

"What is?"

"The reason Gerard is making me do this part of the trip to Vegas with you alone is because you wouldn't eat that Chinese delivery guy's ass. Then DJ told me last night you were doing that to half the guys you fucked. And that's after doing it to both Marvin and Alice. And that's not even the most ironic part."

"And what would that be?"

"That his whole reasoning for me having to do everything you do the rest of the week was because I apparently wasn't doing a good enough job training you, and then the one time you outdid me... I'm going to end up doing H by myself," she laughed.

"That's not funny."

That laughter quickly turned back into tears, which rolled down her cheeks. "No, it's not."

Christina took her face in her hands, actually kissing her. Passionately. When she broke it off, she looked into her deep blue eyes. "A quarter dose. That's it. Then we figure out how we're not doing it again."

"Funny, I thought you said 'we're' there for a second."

"I did. I can't let you do it alone. You're only having to do it at all because of me."

"Now who's talking crazy. If you end up having to do it then we'll deal with it then. I'm not shooting you up now just because you feel guilty."

"Weren't you the one that was begging me to do little doses back when we were in the SUV outside of town? You were saying we should give ourselves some needle tracks and control our own fate. Hell, you just said it again a few minutes ago."

"Well, yeah."

"Then which the fuck is it?"

"Look, that was just a thought. A crazy one, as you pointed out."

"Well, crazy just arrived on our motel doorstep. Hell, the needle is already loaded. Plus, we're what, three days later now. We've been able to put it off longer than what you thought. And don't lie. You thought I'd fuck this up day one."

"No, but I never thought you'd get past the twins."

"Well, I did. Turns out it wasn't even me that fucked up. He's not just looking for a way to make it happen, he's going to force the issue. It's going to happen. Don't lie to me any more. He wants me on H, doesn't he," she stated bluntly.

"Yeah. At this point, yeah."

"Why?"

"To control you. That's what this is all about. Control. You gave it to him."

"Yes. I did. And I was serious when I said I didn't want control, and that I wanted him to push me, and use me, and make me feel helpless."

"You just didn't think he'd use drugs as the tool."

"Not even after you warned me with that Scared Straight speech in that motel bathroom."

"So what are we doing, Chris? He's expecting a video soon."

"I'm going to ask you to do it to me too."

"Why? Why would you ask me to do that?"

"Because I owe it to you. That and it will give me control over it myself."

"And that's your endgame? Taking back control in whatever way you can?"

"It was your idea. I'm simply paying attention to my mentor. And... I'm being there for my friend."

"Okay. Let's say we do it. One small dose each. Then what?"

"I dunno. Weren't you the one that was pontificating on one of the pluses of heroin being how great sex is when you're under the influence of it?"

"Great. Just great," she groaned. That's the part of the speech you remember most."

"I remember all of it. I could probably recite it all back to you if you want me to. But like you, I'm just trying to find a positive in all of this. We've got hours before we have to go to the club. We've both showered. You're sexy as fuck. You're also my best friend. You don't have a choice, and that means I don't either. We're in this together, every step of the way. So, why don't we do this, and then once we're high from it, I'll eat your pussy. If you play your cards right, I might be persuaded to eat your ass too."

"God you are awesome," she sighed, smiling sweetly. "I'm going to say this, Chris; I'm not a fan of this plan, and I'm the one that first came up with it. But, I do want to fuck you. And since I'm going to be in uncharted territory, the idea of not having to do it alone does make me feel a little less nervous. So I'm going to ask one last time, are you sure about this."

"No. But I'm sure you're not either. So yes, I'm sure."

"That made a lot of sense."

"Look, it's gotta be better than a three hundred pound lesbian sitting on my face. I really thought she was going to smother me to death. Hard to think I'd live through that only to die from this."

"Okay, that's not funny."

"It is a little," she snickered, trying to play off her true feelings about what she was about to do.

"Last chance."

"How fast does it take effect?"

"I... I don't know," she lied. Then she told the truth, saying, "but I think because we're hitting the bloodstream it's going to be pretty quick. Why?"

"Then do me first."

"What? Why?"

"Because if you don't know how it's going to hit you, there's a chance you're not going to be able to do it to me. I'm not letting that happen."

"What if you can't take video of me? That has to happen."

"You were about to do it to yourself using your timer. I just happened to walk in."

"Oh yeah," she sighed.

"What stopped you?"

"Besides you running over to me? I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry doing it. I was trying to calm down. I was just doing a piss pour job of doing it."

"Okay, so if I can't take the video for some reason, you're going to have to. But you have to do it to me first. We can't take a chance that you'll be too shaky, and we both know I can't do it to myself."

"Or, I can do it to myself, and then maybe I won't be able to do it to you, because I really don't want to."

"Brandi, this is what I need to do. I'm at peace with it."

"I can't believe you're saying that."

"I can't believe it either. But I also believe if I'm not having to do it today, he'll just make me do it tomorrow, along with something worse."

"Chris? Are we really?"

"Hey, at least the sex will be good, right?" she laughed nervously.

Five minutes later Christina was on her back, the tourniquet on her left arm. Brandi was swabbing the inside of her elbow with an alcohol pad. Picking up the syringe, she placed the needle on her skin, the vein already popped against and ready for the lightning inside the hypodermic to be shot into her.

"You're sure?" Brandi smiled, a tear rolling off her cheek, landing on her friends breast.

"I love you, Brandi."

"I love you too."

"Do it... then do me," she winked, nodding.

Brandi pushed the plunger, emptying it contents. Christina's eyes flashed open as the drug hit her heart. Unbeknownst to her, it was three-quarters of what Brandi would usually take.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," she moaned, as the needle was removed, and then quickly the arm tie. That made the narcotic release fully, and the rocket left the launch pad.

Brandi kissed her, her tongue slipping inside. So did her fingers, ramming two of them into her, fucking her hard. She knew from experience that for a first timer who climbed up a different ladder, going from smoking THC to snorting cocaine to injecting heroin, the rise she was feeling inside was as incredible as it was fast. The amount she'd given her was perfect. Not too little to hide the effects, but not so much as to scare her off.

She always referred to the experience as riding the dragon. Yes, it was dangerous. But she knew Christina's health stats as well as her own. They'd talked enough over the few months they'd been friends that she'd been able to piece together practically her whole medical history. She wouldn't go out on a limb and say it was safe, but it wasn't being done carelessly.

Christina was worked up, the kiss alone enough to turn her on. Brandi continued her assault on her wet cunt, pulling out a quick climax that made her scream.

Getting off the bed, Brandi sat back in the chair. She pulled out a second syringe, this one with what she considered a full dose. Like a veteran junkie, she tied off her arm, which had already been cleaned with a pad earlier. Christina rolled onto her side, and got up. She stood, grabbing Brandi's phone and opening the camera.

"You okay, Christina?"

"I'm soaring. Hurry... I wanna eat your pussy!"

"Not my ass?"

"Good idea. I'll start there."

She captured Brandi injecting herself, something she'd never allowed to happen before. But it was what sold everything. She had to pretend her reaction to the high grade H was a first, but it hugged her from the inside like a long lost friend. Warm and tight, squeezing the life out of her, while opening her mind to a parallel universe that existed in her evil dreams.

Her eyes popped, the juice inside her making them contract so quickly she saw stars. "Hello, Hydra," she spoke softly to the imaginary dragon she was about to climb aboard. It was what she'd named the mythical beast of that realm she would crave occasionally.

"What," Christina asked, confused as to what she heard her say.

Brandi put the syringe and the band on the table next to the container of heroin. Putting her legs over the arms of the chair she was sitting in, she spread herself open, cantering her hips to expose both of her holes.

"Get on your knees and eat my ass like you promised me, bitch."

"Are you okay?" she asked as she dropped and crawled to her, handing her the phone when she got close.

"I will be when you start making me cum!"

As Christina wormed her tongue deep into her friends ass, Brandi was having much different thoughts about that moment.

"If that performance wouldn't have won an Academy Award, they should cancel them," she thought gleefully. "I got her TO WANT to do it with me."

For Christina, the reaction was the opposite. "I wonder if she could tell I was acting?"

She'd seen through Brandi's facade and crocodile tears. She'd decided to go ahead and do the drugs for the same reason she'd said she was going to do them with Gerard in mind. It was better to control the outcome than to be controlled. She wasn't sure she'd be able to flip the script, but she knew she had no chance if she didn't take a risk.

"I hope I don't live regret this," she sighed inside. "Or die trying."

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

Late Wednesday Morning, May 21st -- DAY 6

Alex bounded down the stairs in his business suit, his frame of mind much better. In fact, he was almost chipper. Seeing the rest of the group hovering around the table looking back and forth between two of the three open laptops, he stopped in the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee. It was like he was restarting his day with a fresh outlook.

"Watcha doin'," he asked casually.

"Watching your wife perform," Billy stated bluntly.

"Yeah? What's the slut doing?"

"We're trying to figure that out, sweetie," Maggie offered.

"What? You can't tell?"

Kalinda tried to clarify for him. "Billy thought he noticed something. We're compared a video Christina sent you, versus the version of the same one that's posted on Pornhub."

"There's a difference?"

"Quite a few. The one on the porn site is edited to hide her identity, but it's a lot longer. Obviously that's because their servers can handle a lot more data than what you can text or email. The one she sent you shows her face, but... it would appear its edited for content a bit differently."

"There! There on the left. Freeze it," Billy pointed.

Alex came over to look. It was the video of Christina with one of the brothers. It was Frank, and she was getting up off of her knees to straddle his cock. Kalinda had paused the video, and Maggie used the scrubber bar on the other one to make sure they were synced up.

Both pressing play, they noticed the one on Pornhub skipped a bit, going from her sucking his cock to quickly riding him, her face obviously obscured. The one that was texted, while shorter, showed her entire head, and that was telling.

"Mother fucker," Billy sighed.

"I... I can't believe it," Maggie said in a bit of shock.

"I wish I could say the same, but she's in Vegas. Temptation is everywhere. This is escalating quickly," Kalinda replied as she stood, turning away to look out the window.

"Wh... what did I miss?" Alex wondered, confused by their reactions.

Billy understood. "I missed it the first three times I looked at it too, buddy. I just knew it didn't look right. Maggie, play him the one on the left again."

Maggie started it over, but not before saying, "Alex, we're going to go get her. We've got a lot to tell you. But, we need you to know what's going on."

The video started, and she stopped it once Christina started to stand, her hand lifting up the cock she was playing with. Alex was just as confused as before. "Okay, she sucked him, and now she's going to fuck him."

"She didn't suck him, Alex. She did blow," Billy attempt to explain.

"Sucking? Blowjob? What's the difference?"

"No sweetie," Maggie corrected. "Billy said she did blow. Cocaine. She snorted it off his cock. Look, you can see the residue on his shaft the way she's holding it. Plus, watch this."

Hitting play again, they watched as she stuffed the cock inside her pussy and began riding it. But as she did, she wiped her nose slowly with the back of her left hand, and you could tell she was sniffing more inside that didn't go all the way into her nasal passage. When she pulled her hand away, you could see the evidence in her stare.

"Oh my God," Alex gasped, his body shaking.

Maggie stood and hugged him. "It's okay. It's not great, but it could be worse."

"Why do I have a feeling I'm just going to be told that over and over again every time we discover the next surprise?"

"I know. But look, we have to go with what we know. There are videos after that one, so we know she's finding a way to get through it."

"None of this was ever a part of my fantasies."

"No, but like I told you, a lot of those hotwives you were watching and jacking off to were doing drugs. They just don't show that part. That's why the video on the website is different. That had to be edited out. They aren't going to post things that are illegal."

"Well that makes me feel a whole lot better," he griped sarcastically.

"My point is it happens. And Kalinda is right. She's in Vegas. We have to assume it could get worse. Cocaine could be the tip of the iceberg. We have to get her out of there if we can. But we have to do it safely."