Escalation Pt. 02

Prologue

Her finger hovered over the delete button again, but then her sadistic urge for a little come-uppance overwhelmed her, as the memory of swallowing his cum and having his dick in her ass overcame her reluctance to think about the memory anymore at all. She began typing.

"Went to the doctor. They said ur crazy & to leave me alone" 8:01 pm.

She sent the message with a smile on her face, and an emoji flipping the bird.

Stella saw the look on her face, and sprang like a cheetah. "Was it him? What'd he say? What'd you say! Oh my god!"

Despite the somber topic, both were smiling, and Charlene handed her the phone to read her response. It got exactly the reaction she wanted, as Stella began laughing.

The phone buzzed, and Stella nearly dropped it. She looked down, before gasping.

She looked at Charlene. "It's for you."

Charlene saw herself in miniature, and gasped herself. It was alongside James, somehow taken in the kitchen the month previous.

What was worse was the little triangle; not a picture, a video. She felt tears in her eyes as she pressed play, and heard her own voice coming through, tinny and desperate.

"I didn't mean to kill him, but I did. He surprised me, snuck up on me, and I just... reacted."

She sobbed, and began rubbing the marble subconsciously, as Stella comforted her.

Chapter 1

The man in the turtleneck sat back in his chair, the movement causing his dog to jump backwards. He didn't notice, as his eyes were stuck to the three screens at the work station. Each one showed the same subject, although from a different angle, their timings painstakingly synchronized previously.

He'd been quite busy for the last month. His job, his work, and his hobby ate up most of his days. It didn't bother him. He was personally disciplined. Never drank, worked out regularly, and didn't do drugs. His job, that of an EMT, led to random drug screenings. The odds of getting selected for one was increased as a result of the local hospital pharmacy robberies throughout the region.

That was what led to his work. He'd started in college and gotten a taste for the lifestyle of dealing drugs. The money, the women, and the sense of power drew him in; first weed, then buying prescriptions and half ounces of coke, Ecstasy ordered through the Darkweb.

He'd had a wild time of it, but had gotten in deeper than he'd realized with his Deepweb purchases. And now hospitals he worked at were having their pharmacies robbed, and he slept over a duffle bag with a hundred thousand US dollars in unmarked singles in the warehouse he operated his life from.

He shook the thoughts aside, focusing again on the footage on the screen. Charlene was a woman he'd met years ago, who occasionally hit him up when she couldn't get it from anyone else. He'd always put out feelers that he'd consider 'trading favors' but something about his unwillingness to disclose his profession seemed to make her uncomfortable. But not as close as an unconscious man she thought she'd killed, if the screens were any indicator.

He congratulated himself again on the foresight of bringing the cameras, as they were certainly going to pay dividends- tonight.

He typed out a message, and sent it. Then another. And finally, starting to get frustrated, another.

Finally, his phone began vibrating. He looked at the screen for a solid minute before he began to attach a file, and sent it with a cruel smile. He looked at his dog. "Time to make her sweat."

Chapter 2

The high-pitched voice of her friend continued, but the buzzing of her phone distracted Charlene. She made a note to check it soon, before checking back in to what her friend was saying; pleasantly surprised to find it was in fact about her, instead of Stella's usual self-obsession. The pleasant feeling soured quickly as Stella's blunt remarks brought back her unpleasant memories.

"I mean, I know I've already said it, but you did like, really smart. Like, I would've just called the cops, since my dad's a judge and all, we're all really legally good people." The petite blonde said this without a trace of irony on her freckled face; her emerald colored eyes had no sense of her hypocrisy as she shook the 1-liter bottle before pouring them both another serving of the Molly-water.

Charlene hated her in that moment; her wealth, her arrogance, her stupidity. She smiled as she took the drink. "Thanks Stella, for the drink, and the compliment. I'm really lucky I had him as a backup." She winced as she drank the foul concoction.

Then smiled genuinely at the thought of the MDMA she was about to experience before the two departed for the club. She continued to do her makeup alongside her best friend in Stella's oversized luxury bathroom, after fixing her hair towel, which had been knocked askew during her swallow.

Charlene continued on, unable to resist herself. "Speaking of your father, I bet he was glad to hear you and Sam split up, huh? Go back to calling it a phase, pretend he didn't raise a lesbo?" Charlene reached forward as she made the comments, pinching at her friends nipples behind the towel, eliciting giggles. Stella jumped backwards, and her towel fell down; Charlene suspected it wasn't an accident, but was more focused on the recent changes to her friend's chest since the last time she saw her topless.

Besides her stunning new tan, Charlene saw that both of her perky nipples were now pierced, curved silver bars standing out against her sunkissed skin. Stella giggled again, before turning to present a better view, and giving Charlene a unblocked view of her carefully trimmed landing strip. Bringing a finger to her mouth, she said. "Oops! Dropped my towel. You like the piercings? Got them for Mantha."

Charlene's face turned up somewhat at the name, causing Stella to laugh harder before wrapping the towel around her form. Charlene asked, "And kept them for yourself? Cause they definitely work for you." She accompanied this with a wink before helping herself to another round, this time straight from the bottle, before handing it to Stella.

Stella got an embarrassed look on her face. "Actually, keeping them for her too. We're not as done as I thought, it turns out. And you're right, daddy's pissed." Stella did at least have the decency to look embarrassed, and avoided Charlene's confused expression.

"But there's no way in hell Sam would agree to this, Stella. She hates my guts."

Charlene's phone buzzed again, and this time it was Stella who seemed absorbed by it, eager for a reprieve. She waved her hand at her friend. "Go ahead, see what it is."

Charlene shot her an angry look before picking up her phone, unlocking it with her thumb.

3 New Messages - 'Scam Likely'

She considered deleting them unread, but didn't. She taps on the small envelope icon.

>7:45 pm. "I need to know the status of your appointments."

>7:51 pm. "As per our agreement."

>7:55 pm. "It's been a month."

Chapter 3

Charlene thanked the Uber driver, and promised to give him a 5-Star rating if he could help her find her phone. She began laughing, and rubbing the interior of the ceiling. She was quite high on the brew she'd had before leaving Stella's. The memory of what caused her departure hit her again, and she sobered up in time to realize she'd been ignoring the driver's words.

"Jesus, lady, are you sure this is where you wanna go? You're obviously fucked up."

She considered, and knew she had no options. Vince had been clear, to come to this bus stop. What was wrong with the driver anyway? This was a nice part of town. She began giggling, before vomiting out the window.

That seemed to solve the driver's concerns, and within a moment, she was wobbling alone next to the bench. As she raised her head idly, she felt a stab of panic; the parking lot behind the bench was full of police cars. As she slowly looked closer, shaking now, she realized it was the parking lot next to a police station. She pulled up her phone and began calling the number saved as 'Scam Likely' while the sounds of the bells chiming 9:00 rang from somewhere else in the neighborhood. Straight to voicemail.

She sent a text.

"Very funny. I said I was sorry. Please don't do this." She sent it, and the fear waged with the chemicals in her system for supremacy of her emotions. Anxiety seemed to be winning, for the moment. The balance started to tip to fear as the dark SUV slowly rolled up, before the tinted window rolled down, revealing Vince.

She sighed audibly in relief, and jumped at his voice. "Get in." She began to laugh nervously, and Vince sounded like he was actually surprised when he asked "Are you seriously fucked up right now? Jesus Charlene, get in the fucking SUV. I just wanted you to be nervous, not get picked up on a Public Intoxication.

She climbed clumsily into the front passenger seat, the height causing her to flash her pussy as she climbed in, and she couldn't help but laugh as she did so, although she did feel embarrassed. She reminded herself that this man got rid of the body of the person she killed, and she'd insulted him. The surreal sensation left for a moment, as she finished climbing in, the decision to just go to him in the slutty clubbing dress Stella had selected for her now seemed quite foolish.

She sat herself in, and closed the door. She was still reaching for the seat-belt when she slammed into the seat due to the acceleration, as Vince laid on the gas. She finished buckling, and couldn't help but feel like she was in a rocket ship, as the lights flew by like tracers in her drug-fueled wonder. The radio turned on as Vince pressed a button, and she lost herself in the music over the next few miles, as they drove towards the downtown area, and then out into the industrial area.

Soon there were fewer and fewer lights as the area became more and more abandoned seeming. The SUV came to a halt outside a chainlink fence, and it began moving on well-oiled hinges. A sinking feeling began in Charlene's stomach, and she looked down at her phone. No reception. Strange in a place so close to the city.

The sound of gravel beneath the tires brought her attention back to the present. She saw they were driving straight towards a warehouse, and noticed the roll-up door seeming to automatically ascend, the space beyond dark. Vince killed the headlights as they turned on the gravel path, so she didn't get to see the space they were driving into. She wanted to ask where they were going, but found the questions dying on her lips. She noticed the roll-up door was descending already as they entered the space, closing before leaving them in darkness. Vince turned off the key.

Chapter 4

The engine ticked as it cooled in the space twenty feet away. Charlene realized she'd left her phone in the SUV, but was more concerned with the situation she'd seemed to be in. The area in the warehouse seemed subdivided; this half seemed separate from the other half. It was also filled with stacked cargo containers in half the space, on the wall opposite where they'd driven in.

In the half they were in, however, the space loomed eerily open. The only furnishings were the SUV and this futon, where they sat. Charlene swallowed nervously, the drugs failing to keep her mind off the very serious man before her, who seemed to be waiting for her to speak. She forced herself to, with quite a bit of effort.

"I'm sorry Vince, like I said. I didn't think you'd recorded it, and I was acting a fool. I've still not gone to the doctor's, but I will. I can suck your dick tonight, if you want, and we can go on with the deal as before after this. I'm really sorry." She tried to lace as much sincerity into her words and possible, and accentuated her offer by pulling down her top, revealing her tits.

Vince sat unmoving, and she grew uncomfortable as the silence stretched out.

Finally he spoke, and at his tone, she sat back and pulled her top up instinctively. He was calmly quiet, but the anger in his eyes was clear and direct.

"We had an agreement. You violated it. You offer the same deal, at a delay, and a cursory blowjob? Fuck no. Get that asshole out."

She grimaced, and cleared her throat, trying to focus as she began speaking, "Listen Vince, I'm sorry, but I really am not in the mood for anal tonig-" her words were cut off as his open palm smacked her across the face, the impact sending her head into the futon. "What the fuck are you, oH HEY!"

She tried to blink the stars as she felt him ripping the dress off of her, her body completely exposed in an instant. She looked up and saw his cold determination, as he pushed her down and pinned both her wrists over her head. Despite her nudity he was fully clothed, although his pants were undone and his erection was out. She saw this because it was directly in front of her face, and as she opened her mouth to protest, he forced it in.

She began screaming, and he began fucking. She twisted, but his strength was superior, and she didn't dare risk biting him as he raped her mouth. After a few slaps, she started to silently comply, and began sucking of her own accord. She was still high as a kite, but Vince's silence throughout the whole thing was creeping her out.

After a few minutes of forcing her to suck his cock, he climbed further down, and put a hand over her mouth. She felt his finger slide into her pussy, and tried to twist away, disgusted with how wet she was. She screamed into his hand and slid side to side but she was pinned, and she felt his dick slip between her lips. She stared into his eyes while he raped her pussy, screaming into his hand. She was terrified he was going to cum in her pussy.

Before he finished however, he slid out of her, the movement causing a wet noise that Charlene blushed internally at. The fight in her had died down towards the latter portion of his domination, but when he flipped her over and spit on her ass, her drug fueled resistance resumed.

He pushed her down as he climbed up, and without waiting, jammed his member brutally into her tight asshole, her scream echoing out into the soundproofed space. He laughed, and continued pumping into her full strength, trying to hurt her with his dick. He enjoyed her crying, as she had enjoyed 'getting over on him.'

After about five minutes, her resistance died down, and he felt himself getting close.

He bent down and whispered in her ear, "I can do this to you whenever I want, and there's no one you can tell." He filled her ass with cum at that moment, delighting in her refreshed crying.

He rested atop her, his cock still stiff inside her asshole.

He sat back up, but kept inside her, the movement causing her to whimper. "The obvious modification to our agreement is that I can fuck you whenever I want. You can give it to me, or I can rape you. Either way, there's nothing you can do. Other than that, the deal will be as before. Understood?"

She weakly nodded, and he slapped her ass before thrusting a few times, renewing her crying. He stopped after a second. "Speak when spoken to. And it's 'Yes Sir, No Sir' from now on. Understand?"

She nodded as she spoke. "Yes sir."

He asked "And you understand the difference in our agreement, and your lack of a choice?"

She sobbed, before again nodding and saying "Yes sir. You'll fuck me whenever you want, and rape me if I say no. And if I tell anyone, I'll go to prison for murder."

He started slowly thrusting in her ass again, feeling the desire to cum already building. "And what are you offering to me as an apology for your betrayal?"

She gasped at the sudden slow sodomy again, and rushed an answer. "Isn't that enough?"

This time he smacked her on the face again, and she started crying again, as he pushed her back down.

"Wrong answer. You have until I cum to come up with a better one." He laughed as she laid limply, whimpering, but clearly trying to think while he raped her asshole.

She bit the futon of her own accord, although she was freely crying from the pain. The only consolation was the jizz from his previous act of sodomy made this one better lubed, although her asshole hurt like it was torn, and the pain as he fucked her now made it difficult to think.

Despite that, as his breathing grew intently overhead, she thought she had a way out. As he gripped her hips, driving his cock as deep as he could, she let go of the futon and screamed again as he came for the second time in her ass.

He didn't even give her the breather like before. While still as deep as possible, he asked again, "And what are you offering to me as an apology for your betrayal?"

She steeled herself, not only against the pain and drugs, but against the revulsion she was feeling at herself in this very moment, at what she was going to have to do. She took a deep breath, and she felt him begin to thrust lightly, clearly expecting another excuse to force-fuck her anus.

"I'll help you fuck other another woman. I'll get blackmail, like you did, and either make her your slave like me, or help you rape her and make sure you get away with it. She's a lesbian. Please. I'll do the deal, and I'll give you my friend Stella. If things go the right way, you might even get her fiancé."

Epilogue

Charlene sat on an icepack for the ride home, in silence. The drugs had faded, and the deal didn't need to be rehashed. She wordlessly got out of the truck at her place, the briefcase in her hand surprisingly heavy.

As she entered her home, she sighed deeply, preparing herself for what she had to do. She was ready. She went about the place and secured the cameras like Vince had explained to her, finding locations with good views and lighting, but not obvious.

When she was satisfied with her work, she pulled out her phone, and texted Stella.

"You up? Could use a friend."