Alex 10 Days Of Torment Ch 14

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Brandi takes Christina into the dark world of being owned.

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Friday evening, March 22nd

Christina sat nervously in the passenger seat of Brandi's blue convertible. For once the top was up, the two of them driving in relative silence. It was so unlike any of the other times the two fast friends were in that car together. Once they were out of the gated community and on the freeway, Brandi reached into the center console, pulling out a leather collar.

Her voice was stern, and direct. Christina knew in that moment that she should have listened to Brandi's words of caution on the phone call they'd shared earlier. It was too late now.

"Here. Put this on."

"What is it... a dog collar?"

"A slave collar. It's to remind you that you belong to Gerard. Get used to it. You won't be taking it off for quite a while."

"What's that mean?"

"It means you apparently forgot your pussy is his. He's intent on making sure you know that from now on."

"Well when will I be able to take it off?"

"When he tells you that you can. Put it on, take a selfie with my phone, and send it to him. He needs to know you're being cooperative with me. It's bad enough you didn't listen to me; now

I'm

in the middle of this mess!"

She did as she was told, finding the ability to calm herself after she sent it. They went a couple of miles, and Brandi gave her another instruction.

"There's a blindfold in my glove compartment. Put it on."

"Why?"

"Stop questioning me, Chris. I'm not in the fucking mood. I've a a rough day. I'm tired. And I'm not looking forward to being involved in this tonight. It's the hardest part of my job, and this time I'm having to do it to someone I actually care about."

"You've had to do this before?"

"Yes.

A few

times, if you must know. That's why I tried to talk you out of it. I didn't care about any of his other bitches that got themselves in trouble this deep. Most of them had it coming. I didn't see this happening to you, though. I didn't know about their code. I feel bad about that. I tried to take the blame for you. He said the problem is you're a spoiled cunt that's used to getting your way. I had no response for that, because it's kind of true. I told you, I love you. I mean that. I don't want to be here, but I am. Now stop stalling and put that on."

Once she did, Brandi reached over and unbuckled Christina's seatbelt.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Lower your seat back."

"Okay," she replied, fumbling for the lever on the side.

"Take everything off, including your shoes."

"You're kidding."

"Put everything at your feet."

"Brandi?"

"You've been naked in my car before. The top is up. Now get undressed." Christina struggled, but finally was able to comply. That only made her more nervous. "Damn," Brandi sighed.

"What?"

"I forgot about your nipple rings. I should have told you to take them out. He's going to use them."

"Use them? How?"

"It doesn't matter. It's too late now."

"I can take them out now and leave them in your car."

"I'm not lying for you, Chris. He'll know. You'll just have to hope he doesn't focus on them too much."

The car fell silent for the longest time. Christina concentrated on her breathing. Every once in a while her breath would catch, and she'd whimper. Her nerves were already frayed, and she wasn't even where they were going yet.

She noticed when they pulled off the freeway, and how the car began dealing with city traffic. Suddenly there were a couple of honks when the car was still, and that startled her. "What was that?"

"You're being stared at. We're at a light. The driver of the pickup next to us approves of the way you're dressed."

"How much longer?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't be in a hurry to get there."

"I can't get it over with if I don't start."

"I'm not sure I'd be wishing for that, but suit yourself. We'll be there in ten minutes."

When the car finally parked, Christina felt her heart begin to race. Brandi got out and opened the passenger door, helping her sit up.

"I'm scared, Brandi."

"I know. I'll be with you. You're a strong woman, Chris. You can do this. Follow my lead."

"What was that?" she asked as she felt something against her neck.

"A leash. I'm going to lead you inside."

"Where are we?"

"A motel. You don't want to know where. When we get to the room, you're going to hear a big dog. He's going to sniff you. Don't panic. It's Comet, Gerard's rottweiler."

"He brought his dog?"

"He always brings him to dangerous neighborhoods. He's a deterrent. Just left him sniff you. Don't freak out from the barking. Okay?"

"Okay. What did you mean by following your lead? You're doing this too?"

"No!

GOD

no. I'm just saying I've been to enough of them to keep you from making this worse. Do whatever I tell you when he actually gives me that permission, okay? Even if it seems wrong. If you don't listen, he will

always

choose the worst option for you."

"I understand."

"I really hope you do. Now stand up and listen to my directions while we walk. I don't need you tripping."

Christina tried to set aside that she was totally naked. Or that she was being led that way to a motel room in what she'd been told was a rough area. She trembled as she navigated the staircase. It was obvious to her that the doors to the place opened up to the outside. She was exposed on the second story walkway the entire time. The sun was shining on her body; it was no surprise that she was in plain sight.

She heard the dog barking as she stood frozen in the open doorway. She tried not to move as she felt the cold nose pressing against her skin. She felt it pawing at her, and she tried not to react. Then he jumped up on his hind legs, and she was forced to hold him up. He began sniffing at her neck aggressively, and it frightened her. Her whimpering was agitating the big animal, but she let him continue. When he dropped to the ground and growled gruffly, he was brought to position.

"COMET! HEEL!"

Gerard's voice didn't calm her, but the fact that his pet seemingly obeyed immediately did.

"I'm surprised you had the nerve to come here, cunt," he said in close proximity.

"I'm here because I belong to you."

"Do you? I found out today you think that pussy belongs to whoever you give it to."

"And I found out today that you're going to punish me for that."

"You seem to have this all figured out, don't you cunt!"

"No sir. But I'm not going to shy away from this."

He slapped her across the face, knocking her onto a bed. She screamed, which had the dog barking. That made her scream again.

"COMET!"

The dog quieted, but Christina didn't. She hadn't seen the blow coming. It wasn't that hard, to be honest. It was more the shock of it. She'd never been slapped in her life. Her reaction was to cry. Gerard's was to laugh.

"At some point you're going to have to accept that you're in over your head, bitch. When you do... that's when you'll finally become the hotwife you want to be."

"I don't even know what that means," she sobbed quietly.

"It means the sooner you accept that you don't have control, the better the experience will be for you. Your job is to fuck and suck. Who I say, and when I say. Nothing more. Somehow you thought

you

could call the shots. That

you

get to decide who you fuck. Derrick and Michael were off limits. I don't have a lot of rules, but they broke them. You offered them my pussy and they came running. I suppose you think that makes you a hotwife. Your mistake was thinking you get to decide that. You don't.

I

do. Now, I'm of the understanding that you're intent on saving their jobs. Is that right?"

"Yes sir."

"Then turn that ass over. Arms stretched above your head. If you move, we start over."

She did as she was told, waiting. She could hear him rustling, removing what she presumed was his belt. The buckle jangled as he slipped it from his pants. Doubling it, he snapped the leather together, making her squirm.

"I've got twenty men in my group. You know that. You've sucked them all. But

you

decided two of them would touch my pussy without my permission. The rest of the guys didn't get that opportunity. You're getting whipped. One for each man that you didn't fuck. And two more as a reminder that the men

you did

fuck didn't have my permission. I want you to count them off. If you move, we start over."

He didn't wait for her to confirm she understood. Instead, he lashed out as promised.

SHWAAP

"AGGGGHH! OOOONNNNEEE!"

SHWAAP

"TWWWOOOO! OH MY GOD!"

"Just count, bitch. I don't want to hear anything else. We're starting over."

"OH... FUCK! YES SIR!"

SHWAAP

"OONNNNEEEE!"

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Friday evening, March 22nd

"Consuela is not happy, Alex," Sabrina said, her voice hushed as they spoke on the phone.

"I'm not happy either."

"Where did Christina go again?"

"I have no idea. She's with her bull. Brandi took her there. She didn't take her purse, or her phone. Apparently she fucked up again."

"That seems to be a trend in your house today," she joked, referring to the news he'd just shared with her about Ashley.

"Tell me about it. I only know she's gone until morning."

"Morning?"

"Yeah. Ten o'clock."

"Oh... so morning, morning."

"What did you think I meant?"

"I get off at 2:00AM. Morning is relative to a woman that does what I do for a living. Her coming home at ten means we have time. So bring the kids over. Miguel can watch them. They can have a sleepover with our kids."

"That doesn't change the situation with Ashley. I have to think about that now."

"Whose going to know you saw her at a strip club in Torrence? Isn't that a bit paranoid?"

"You would be surprised. It's not worth the risk of her losing her career. I'm sorry."

"Okay. So you're saying we have to do a rain check? Consuela is not going to go for that. She's fiery. It's the Latina in us. If we don't do this tonight, she's out. She doesn't like being strung along. Frankly neither do I. Plus, she didn't get laid last night by Miguel. She's horny."

"I don't know what to tell you. Do you have a plan C?"

"How did Christina put it, exactly?"

"Put what?"

"When she said she was leaving. What did she say

about us

tonight?"

"Her exact words were that we'd have to make other arrangements."

"Hmm... how willing are you to indulge us?"

"I don't understand what you mean?"

"I'm talking about a change of venue. Instead of my getaway apartment, we bring the fun closer to home."

"Closer to home."

"Yes. Bring the kids over now. We'll get them settled. You go back home. I'll go to work, get with Ashley and start working with her. At the end of my shift, I'll grab Consuela and we'll come to your place. What do you say to a threesome in the pool house?"

"I... I wanted to see you dance."

"That'll have to happen some other time."

"So I just sit around for hours and wait. Part of the fun was going to be watching naked women to get me worked up."

"Who are you kidding? You're already worked up. You'll find a way to entertain yourself."

"Well I can't watch porn. That's what got me into this mess in the first place."

"That mess you're talking about is what you're going to make of my pussy. And Consuela's if you play your cards right. I'm looking forward to this as much as you are. Don't think I'm not creaming already thinking about that thick cock of yours."

"Can Consuela come over early?"

"Oh no. Absolutely not. She's a tigress. There'll be nothing left in those balls for me when I get there. The deal was a threesome. Take it or leave it."

"Okay, I'll take it."

"Good. Get the kids over here. I'm leaving for work in a little while. I'll tell her what the plan is. And I'll leave work early... we'll be in your foyer at two. Be waiting for us naked. That's how we're walking over."

"Oh... fuck," he groaned.

"We will, baby. I promise."

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Friday evening, March 22nd

Christina was bent over the vanity of the dingy, dirty bathroom, her body shaking. Tears streamed down her face; at least those that somehow escaped past the blindfold she was wearing. Her legs were spread, but the fingers that were running through her labia brought her little relief. Not with the raging fire that had become her ass.

"You're really wet. I'm surprised," Brandi affirmed as she cupped her friend's pussy.

"I'm not."

"Really? That was some beating, Chris."

"I went to an all-girl Catholic school. At least he used a belt. It's a lot worse being hit with a switch. Trust me."

"They did that to you in Catholic school?"

"The one I went to did. The nuns were old, and they were old school. That's apparently why I was forced to go there. But that was nothing compared to what happened at home. My mother is an evil cunt," she admitted.

"She disciplined you?"

"Surprised?"

"I... I would have expected your father to be the one, to be honest."

"Yeah, well... it was her. At least twice a month. Sometimes more if I did something that actually deserved it."

"What?"

"I'm telling you the absolute truth. She'd discipline me twice a month no matter what. She said it was for having impure thoughts. It was behavior modification personified. It's how she terrified me about sex. It was always with a switch. Frankly, what just happened? That's the first time I've been punished like that since I've been married. Actually, it's the first time a man has

ever

done it."

"

And?

"

"He hits a lot harder. It was brutal, B."

Slipping two fingers easily into Christina's dripping pussy, she said, "That's not what I meant and you know it."

"Then the answer is yes, I've missed it. You've said it yourself about Scott," she replied, referring to Brandi's estranged husband, and the dominant relationship she had over him. "There's definitely something to be said about being held accountable for your actions. But I don't understand being disciplined for no reason... like I said, she's an evil cunt. I just can't tell her that."

"Why not?"

"Inheritance. I'm angry at her. I'm not stupid. Besides, I'll have the last laugh. She thinks I'm going to sprinkle her ashes over the Pacific? I'm dumping them on the floor of the garage and sucking them up with the Shop-Vac."

"Oh my God! That's hilarious!"

"Evil... cunt! Have I mentioned that?"

"Not to change the subject, but, do you bruise easily?"

"Ha! If you're asking if I'm going to be wearing this for a while, the answer is yes. So much for being naked around the house with the kids home. I can't let them see my ass like this. I'll be lucky if I'll be able to wear a bikini when we go on vacation in a couple of weeks."

"Vacation?"

"We're supposed to go to Palm Springs for spring break April 6th. The kids are off that week. I may have to cancel it now."

"You'll be fine by then. I'm going to put some salve on this now to take the sting out and make the swelling go down. You're past the worst part of the night. That is unless you fuck up and don't do what he wants."

Brandi started coating Christina's crimson cheeks with an ointment. It was cool, and it had a pain reliever that soaked into the skin. Christina moaned as she felt the soothing sensations begin to take effect.

"God that feels good."

"I'll do it a couple more times before the night is over."

"Thanks. Hey, B, what did Gerard mean?"

"By what?"

"When he said he was going to drum up business. What does that mean?"

It was an ominous comment indeed. Christina had endured the first part of her evening. The punishment phase, as it were. True to his word, he'd meant what he said literally. They'd had to start over three other times because she moved. Instead of taking twenty blows of his thick belt, it was nearly double that. She didn't know how many exactly. She only counted the twenty as being official. The rest were simply a part of the territory. All she knew for certain was that it brought back stark reminders if her upbringing. It was no wonder she was so fucked up sexually. Her pussy tingled from the strapping she'd received. She wondered if she didn't move that last time to

force

him to start over, hoping to prolong the torment.

It was a wicked thought, but she knew better. She also knew it wouldn't be the last time she'd submit to such treatment by Gerard. There was something addictive about his personality, and the way he treated her; at once a princess and also a slut. It was a heady, intoxicating combination, and she couldn't get enough of it... or of him. This coming from a man that had yet to touch her with his hands, other than to slap her the one time. Somehow she felt his affection for her in that strike.

"God, I'm so fucked up," she sighed inside.

When Gerard finished whipping Christina, he told Brandi to get her into the bathroom and prepare her for the rest of her night.

"I want her mood altered. You know my expectations, but you also know where I'm willing to go."

"Relax. I'll take care of it. She'll do what you want without having to go to that extreme."

"I'm not fucking around B. The bitch cost me money today. I'm going to get that back. Tonight! Hook her on whatever you feel will work, but she's earning her keep before we send her home. You've got an hour before she has to pay for the room. In the meantime, I'm going to go drum up business."

Christina was focused on that last comment. Brandi was surprised she'd skipped over the one that immediately preceded it.

"I'd be more concerned about what he has in store for you before that, to be honest. At least he's giving me a choice. This is the part where you really need to listen and trust me."

"What? What's going to happen now?"

"You're going to be whored out, Chris. In Gerard's eyes, you cost him about twenty grand today. The opening of a gym on time is one of his tenets. It's a promise he makes to his members. Anyone that missed their scheduled routine because the doors were locked gets a refund for that entire month if it happens. Between that and people that might have showed up for the first time, he's estimating ten grand per location. He'll make up for some of that by not paying Michael and Derrick's wages the next two weeks. But he's expecting you to pay for a portion of it."

"H... how much?"

"Ten percent. Two thousand."

"Well, shit. I'll just write him a check."

"Yeah. That'll work," she chuckled with a shake of her head. "He already thinks of you as nothing but a spoiled rich white bitch housewife. He's not going to let you spend your husband's money to repay him. He expects you

to work

for it."

"How?"

"Jesus, Chris... are you even listening to me? I told you, he's going to whore you out. He's out there right now selling you. You'll be fucking strangers for money until he makes back his two grand."

"What? How... how much? How many?"

"Are you really asking me how much he's selling your pussy for?" she wondered with a laugh.

"Well, yeah. I guess. I don't know."

"You're hot. But in this neighborhood? Look, there's no way around it. You're going to be servicing a lot of men, Chris. The people around here are more interested in spending what little money they have on drugs, not pussy."

"God, where are we?"

"A war zone would be an upgrade over where we are. The good news is he'll make them all wear condoms."

"What's the bad news?" she asked rhetorically.

Brandi had an answer, though. "The drugs."

"What?"

"I have to get you high, Chris. This is what I was talking about. Gerard is a complicated man. He's out there selling the idea that they'll get their money's worth, whatever that price may be. This isn't a game right now. This is very, very real. I begged you not to do this. I actually pleaded. But now you're here. The only saving grace is he's letting me get you prepared. If he did it himself, I hate to think how this would end up."