Author's Note:
My story with Debbie is drawing upon its inevitable end. Things have changed drastically in Debbie's world, and not for the better. I blame myself for starting her down this path, when I forced her to become a heavy smoker twelve months ago. Something snapped in her when I did that, and now I regret it immensely. And it looks like things are about to get worse. This last story is a bit long, and may take up a few chapters. There are a lot of changes on the horizon for Debbie, and those close to her. Thank you for taking the ride with me, and I hope you've enjoyed my stories about Debbie the Smoke Slut.
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Debbie smiled wide as she pushed the needle into her mother's arm, and injected the heroin. Betty moaned in pleasure. She moved on to Brenda, and did the same thing to her. Then Rod. Then her father, Tom. She looked to her left, and they were lined up as far as the eye could see. All of her friends and family were standing there waiting to become addicts. Henry, Al, Timmy. Everyone she's ever loved or cared about. Even me. To be honest, I'm not sure that she even cares that much for me, or anyone else for that matter anymore. Debbie started laughing maniacally. She couldn't wait to turn us all into junkies.
She woke with a start, in a cold sweat. She reached down, and felt her panties. They were sopping wet. 'What the fuck is wrong with me?!' she asked herself.
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Ever since Debbie helped to turn Julie into a crack whore junkie almost two months ago, and saw her on a street corner turning tricks, she's wanted to do it to someone else. She felt Julie deserved it for trying to come between me and her, but lately, she's been looking for a reason to do it to someone else. Anyone else. And she has the resources to make it happen. She's been a little unstable mentally I think since I forced her into becoming a heavy smoker about a year ago. She's hid it fairly well, but it's been slowly getting worse. I think she finally snapped during the incident with Julie.
She got mixed up with a hardcore gangster type a few months back named Daryl. He's a tall, muscular black man, with a huge 12-inch cock. He works for a big time drug pusher, who's also a pimp, named Jake. He is Jake's number one man. Debbie has never met Jake, but has heard a lot about him. She's almost positive this is the same man who 25 years ago, turned her mother into a junkie whore.
Daryl likes to turn innocent, young women into hardcore junkies and whores, so they can work for him and Jake. I didn't know it at the time, but Debbie was fucking him behind my back on a regular basis. Had been ever since she turned Julie into a junkie. No one knew about it. Not her mother Betty, Rod, or even her best friend Brenda. Let alone me. No one. Every time she came home with a dripping wet pussy, I thought it was just another pick-up from the bar, or whatever place she happened to pick up some lucky guy from. And I was totally fine with that. I loved the fact that she was a total slut. I found out after it was too late, that ninety percent of the time, it was Daryl's cum that was dripping out of her.
About a month ago, they cuckolded me on my birthday. My cock was locked up in a cage, and she fucked him, and a few of his friends in front of me. She even made me suck one of their cocks. Happy birthday to me. She told me at the time that it was just a fantasy of hers, and released me the next morning. Everything seemed fine, until the following Friday night, when he showed up again with his friends. Everything changed at that moment. She told me I was worthless as a lover, and they all laughed as she locked my cock back up again. This time, permanently. She gave Daryl the key. Debbie and Daryl made me suck his buddies' dicks, and they all took turns fucking me in the ass, after they fucked her. They slapped me around, and were abusive in more ways than I care to remember. Debbie loved every moment if it.
The cage hasn't come off now for just over three weeks. Daryl wears the key to it around his neck. Debbie says she still loves me, and wants to spend the rest of her life with me, but getting fucked in the ass, and be a permanently caged cuckold 24/7 for the rest of my life, doesn't appeal to me at all.
She has Daryl over a few times a week now, and they humiliate and torture me on a regular basis. Oftentimes, he brings some of his friends. Those are usually the bad days for me. She's started drinking a lot more lately too, and last week, he introduced her to cocaine. She fell in love with it immediately. She gets drunk, and does coke regularly now. Sometimes, Daryl has me get on all fours in front of her, and she'll do lines of coke off my ass, before they fuck in front of me. I have noticed that he doesn't do coke himself. He just smokes weed. She'll do that with him as well. I have to clean her pussy with my tongue every time he cums in her. Sometimes, two or three times a night. All the while both of them telling me what a useless cuck I am. She tells me repeatedly that my cock is too small, and it couldn't satisfy a tight virgin, let alone her. I was starting to believe her.
He's been trying to get her to try heroin as well, but she's told him that she doesn't want to do that. She saw how Julie was when she became an addict, and had no desire to follow that path. She tells him that she's happy with her cigarettes, booze, pot, and now, cocaine. Daryl smiles every time she turns him down. He knows it's only a matter of time.
Whenever her parents or Brenda come around, I have to act normal. She would threaten me beforehand, and said if I did anything out of the ordinary, that it wouldn't end well. I've seen what she can do when she puts her mind to it, so I have no doubt she meant what she said. Whenever Brenda brings up the subject of playing, Debbie comes up with an excuse to get out of it. Unless I'm not around. Then she'll play to her heart's content. No one in our circle knows she's cucked me. Not yet anyway.
Slowly, all of our friends, and her parents, have stopped coming around. They've sensed a change in her, and are becoming uncomfortable around her. She doesn't seem to care. I'm starting to think she only keeps me around, so she can tease, torture, and deny me. I don't think it will be long before she gets tired of that as well, and leaves me. I love her deeply, but I know it's going to happen sooner or later. I'm actually starting to hope for sooner. I'm too afraid to leave her. Not because I don't want to be alone. But because I know she'll have revenge on me if I do. So I wait.
That brings us back to now.
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"What the fuck is wrong with me?!" she said out loud this time. She woke me with a start.
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Yes, I was still allowed to sleep with her, but that was only so she could tease and deny me. Most of the time, she makes me sleep on the floor. Tonight was one of my lucky nights. If you want to call it that.
My lucky nights consist of her licking my cock through my cage, and slapping my balls repeatedly. Sometimes, she holds the lit end of her cigarette against my balls as well. There are several burn marks, and she gets off on hearing me scream. She'll hold a vibrator up to my balls, and to the underside of the tip of my cock, edging me relentlessly. She's gotten quite good at torturing me. She'll sit on my face while doing this. I have to make her cum several times, but I'm not allowed to cum myself... ever.
Once, about a week ago after being repeatedly edged and burned by her, I couldn't hold it, and my cum came slowly dribbling out all over my cage, and onto the bed. She screamed at me, and slapped my balls repeatedly for almost a minute when that happened, and then she made me clean up the stains on the bed with my tongue.
But... I digress... I just wanted you to be aware of our current situation.
