Author's note. It is that time of year when the days grow dark and short and my mood travels along. This tale is shorter and darker and the characters possibly less likeable than some of my previous offerings. I hope it isn't too jarring for readers expecting sunbeams and butterflies.
Fair Warning. Many of you won't like this series. It contains non-consent and certainly reluctance, cuckoldry, interracial sex, drug abuse or drug usage, cheating, impotence, mature, the problems of aging and is in general rather dark. Further, many of you will find my characters actions stupid, illogical, selfish and in many cases juvenile. I only want to say two things. Again.
When people feel their lives crumble around them, they grasp at straws, they do poorly thought out and really stupid things. Welcome to humanity.
This is a work of fiction, not real life. Enjoy or not enjoy. Get over it. I welcome PMs if you want to chat as well as comments from regular Lit members.
This isn't an endorsement for drug abuse, just a tale from my sick brain. Everyone needs an escape from their reality, I hope this helps.
John & Suzan ch. 4
Beauty I've always missed. With these eyes before. Just what the truth is. I can't say anymore.
I got home and pulled in the drive.
I opened the rear door and shook Titz. She mumbled, "Where am I? Cock! I want cock. Why isn't anyone fucking me?"
"Titz! Wake up! I need you to walk. I rolled her out of the seat and got her to our front door half walking, half carrying her. I held her up while I unlocked the door. She slithered out of my arms and onto the entryway floor. Out, but breathing normally. I locked up and fished out the vial of coke that I had pocketed back at the room. I took a couple hits and prying open Titz' mouth dropped a couple hits under her tongue.
In a minute she was moaning again, eventually she opened her eyes, she looked sort of normal but very out of it. "John? Is that you?"
"Yes Titz, It's me. I brought you home."
"John, are there more guys waiting to fuck me? You want a turn? Are you going to fuggh me? Where's Jordan? Where's Needles? Where are my cocks?"
"I can't fuck you baby. I need to get you cleaned up."
"Cleaned up? Am I dirty?"
"you
are
dirty. You are a very filthy whore. Your party ended and Jordan sent you home to me. Help me get you upstairs."
I got her to her feet with only token help from her, the plod upstairs took forever. Climb, wobble, sit, babble, stand, Climb, wobble, sit, babble and complain. "Cocks. I need more cocks."
When we got into our bedroom she started to struggle, "No. No. You tricked me. I want to go back. I want more cock more dope. Needles here is my arm." She flailed about wildly but weakly.
"OK. You win. I will just need to arrange a few things. Get on the bed and wait for me." Her side of the bed was away from the door.
"I win. More cock for Titz. I winnn." Then she nodded out again.
Rolling her around I managed to get her undressed and under a sheet. She reeked of BO and Cum. Funny I hadn't noticed before. She was fucked up and fucked but home and alive. I was finally able to breathe. I rolled her on her back and spread her legs. I checked to see if I could see any damage from her encounter with Able. She looked almost fine but dripping cum not mine, pussies are amazing. I reminded myself that an entire small human had more than once popped out of her cooch. I lubed up her favorite dildo and inserted it into her. She moaned happily.
I texted Cathy, 'I got Suzan back. She was on a 48-hour smack and fuck fest. I could use your advice on what to do for her now. Call when you can. Love John.'
Titz slept. I checked her breathing every 20 minutes for a while, then showered and slept next to her. I tried to stay awake but was exhausted too and not being able to keep my eyes open I fell asleep. My phone startled me awake. I looked to make sure she was still in bed before answering Cathy.
I answered, "This is John. Good morning beautiful."
"John, you sound better, tired but better. Tell me, what is going on?"
"I managed to get her home, she is in bed next to me out and inert but breathing normally. How much time do you have to talk?"
"As long as you need. I am sitting at Wendy's place, and she is serving me Cappuccino and feeding me breakfast. You missed a fun time Friday night. Do you mind if I put the phone on speaker, it's just me and Wendy."
"Thank you. And please, put me on speaker. No need for you to have to retell everything."
I heard Wendy in the background, "Johny! I hope all is well."
I said, "So far. She is sleeping it off now, I don't know what to expect when she wakes up. OK. Here is the story." I told my friends the whole tale as concisely as possible starting with the airport and finally getting home, her timeline from Jordan, his threats, what I walked into in the motel room. Jazmin and Needles. How she didn't show much recognition when she first saw me. How fucking horny she was all the time. The DPs and how much she loved it, all the bareback sex, the pool of cum, the regular top offs of the mix like we did. My getting dopesick, needles letting me share a batch with her, the fucking
I
did, both her and Jazmin. My licking her dirty clit. Able. The size of his cock and that she handled it with no problem, my escape plan and how Able helped me. Inspecting her pussy for damage. I ended with her tat, nipple piercings and how she had changed her name to Titz now. The girls were silent for a while thinking it all through. "Wendy, I love her tat but if it had been up to me I would have selected a design just like yours. The gold nipple rings look awesome. Let me send pictures."
I got up and uncovered Titz. She didn't stir. I took a picture of her nipple rings and then got behind her for a picture of her tat. I sent them. Wendy whistled and said "Nice!" and then Cathy asked, "John why does she have a black dildo in her?"
I laughed. "It's her favorite, When we got home, she was conscious for a little while demanding I take her back for more cock and feeling so empty. When I got her upstairs and undressed, I shoved her favorite dildo up her to calm her down and for comfort. It's still exactly where I left it."
Both girls burst out laughing, Wendy shouted, "Johny, you da man!"
Cathy shushed her, "OK. This is what you need to do. Full disclosure I have never worked at a rehab clinic and only been in once, but I have experience with friends. I expect her to sleep up to 24 hours, but there is no guarantee she won't wake up sooner and in pain. You have to go out shopping, do you own any restraints?"
I said, "I do. This all started with a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold."
"Great. I will text you a list of what you will need. The short list is, Narcan, a burner phone, liquid children's Advil and Tylenol, 91% isopropyl alcohol, and a gallon of distilled water. Walmart should have it all. Now get the cuffs, the blindfold and some neckties or robe belts. If she starts hollering will the neighbors call the cops?"
"Not likely, we are on a big lot and have trees and bushes at the property line. Just in case I will turn the TV on loud before I leave."
Cathy continued, "You are going to want to call Needles and find out how much total heroin he gave Titz. Then you need to be prepared for at least 48 hours of hell, probably more. The pain of withdrawal will likely wake her. Before you tie her up put a thick stack of towels under her. She may piss and shit the bed so be prepared and leave her on her side in recovery position. Now get to work, the sooner you get back from shopping the better. Call whenever you need, Day or night. Kisses from both of us. Good luck."
I went to our local Walmart and got everything on Cathy's list. I got the last Narcan they had in stock. The burner took the longest. Bed wetting pads and some depends. I added some frozen meals. Lasagna, potpies, etc. and Gatorade and snacks of all kinds and chocolate plus some soft braided rope. I got home and checked on Titz. She hadn't moved. I put everything away and called Needles.
"Needles please?"
"John! Is Titz OK?"
"Yes. She is sleeping like a baby. How about you buddy? I was worried about you."
"Your plan worked out almost perfectly. Jordan's brother woke up first. He had to shake me awake and put some coke on my tongue to get me up. He was in a panic, he thought Jordan was going to kill him for letting some weak old white dude snatch Titz."
"Is he Ok.? Did Jordan do anything to him? Do you know?"
"Jordan was pissed and beat the fuck out of him, but he will live."
"Where are you? I have gotten some advice from friends. They say Titz is going to wake up hurting, hurting bad. What should I do."
"Get some ibuprofen in her as soon as you can, maybe some of the baby stuff in a glass of water."
"How much should I give her?"
"30 ml to start. Then again in 4 hours if she is awake or 600 Mg of the regular tablets. Then 30 ml or 600 every 4 hours. For the next day or two. I know that exceeds the recommended dosage, but this is a serious situation. Lots of fluids. If the Ibuprofen doesn't help, give her some of the blow you took with you. Two hits should be enough to calm her down and keep her from killing herself. If nothing works, she will need smack and a long taper period. She had a lot. Like 300 Mg over 48 hours, that last dose was the biggest. It all depends on her system. If she can't stand it. Call me. I will come over and load you up some syringes with doses to taper her off over a week. It's either that or check her into rehab. I hated rehab. The nurses were nice, but they tie you to the bed or cuff your ankle at the start. I couldn't handle that. You got any Narcan?"
"Yes, my other friend told me to get that and the children's Motrin, alcohol wipes, bed pads, a graduated cylinder, chocolate. A whole bag of stuff."
"Sounds like your friend knows his shit."
"
Her
shit. Knows her shit. She isn't a nurse or anything, but she is beautiful and very smart and on top of things. She even gave me my own rig. I had it with me last night but never needed it. Thanks a million. Call me if
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