The final chapter of this Blackmail wherein Brenda takes revenge. This chapter contains anal, oral, and interracial sex and mention of incestuous sex. It also contains ass to mouth sex. A couple people guessed right before the revelation who was really responsible. Kudos to those who figured it out. A big shout out to all those who followed Brenda’s travails from beginning to end.
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I called JackAss on Sunday and told him what I wanted to do.
“Why, Brenda?” JackAss asked.
“Because Tan deserves it,” I replied.
“Yeah, he does. Do you?”
“I don’t want a lecture,” I said. “Can you do it?”
“Yeah, I can do it. I don’t think I should, but the problem won’t be finding bodies. I’ll probably have to beat them off with a stick.”
“I want at least 7 or 8½ or more Latino or African-American, Friday at my place. You can be one of them if you wish.”
“I don’t fuck around with married women.”
“I won’t be married much longer.”
“You’re still married now. There could be a reconciliation.”
“The chances of reconciliation are none and zero. Why would I want to remain married to that cocksucker?”
“No reason. But there are no reasons for some things in life. Why do some people remain married to the people who beat them? Would you?”
“No. And what he did was even worse than beating me. I’d have preferred a beating to what happened to me. One anyway. If I wouldn’t stay after a beating, then I wouldn’t stay after this.”
“I’ll be there,” JackAss said, “to make sure things don’t get out of hand, and to hand Tan his walking papers, but other than that; I won’t participate.”
“Well, thanks for arranging everything for me.”
“I still think you’re being foolish and reckless, but if it’s what you want…”
“It’s what I want. I’ll give you the time when I know when it is.”
“Do you think he’ll give you a time for an actual flight arriving from Osaka, or will he even give a shit?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care.”
“I’ll see you Friday, if not before,” JackAss said.
“Thanks again, JackAss, for all you’ve done for me.”
“Someday, I’ll want to collect a payment for my services.”
“Whatever you want.”
“I’ll hold you to that, Mrs. Tan.”
“Call me Ms. Goh. I’ll be taking my maiden name back. I want nothing left to remind me of Tan.”
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On Monday night, I thought I might have trouble sleeping, knowing how awful Tuesday would be. Surprisingly, I slept like a baby. Apparently, knowing a resolution to all my problems was forthcoming, allowed me to sleep better than I had in months. Knowing an end was in sight brought me a peace even the prospect of Election Day couldn’t upset. On Tuesday morning, I got up early and prepared for the day. I gave myself four enema’s before driving to Oliver’s house. He made me strip when I got there, and naked, I got into a limousine for the ride out to the Club. The windows of the limo were dark so he didn’t bother covering me with anything for the drive.
Oliver had me suck his cock on the drive, leaving the window open between us and the driver so he could enjoy the view. Oliver didn’t last long, by which I guessed he hadn’t cum in awhile, his cum spurting down my throat in thick gobs as I swallowed it all. I’d become quite the cocksucker under his tutelage. He played with my body the rest of the drive out there, but never allowed me to cum myself, merely keeping me on the edge. I actually wanted to ride his cock in order to orgasm, but Oliver wouldn’t let me, saying I needed to save myself for the Club. When Oliver didn’t want to fuck, I knew the day would be a rough one. I still didn’t know what I’d be doing today.
Mistress Toni and Slut wouldn’t be here today. We warned her that we were getting ready to close up shop on Oliver and it would be best she stayed away today. We informed her she could tell other members of the Club about the cameras recording everything after Friday, and they could start removing them anytime afterward and all previous recordings would be destroyed, so she needn’t worry about any blowback from Olivers blackmail information. She would be free and clear to act in any way she felt appropriate. She thanked us for helping out and we told her she deserved our thanks for helping us. I knew Jolene and JackAss at least would be watching what happened today. JackAss had taken time off work today and tomorrow to monitor all of Oliver’s computer activity the next couple days. Jolene would be watching to make sure nothing beyond the usual sexual shit would happen to me.
The Attorney General candidate who’d fucked me a few weeks ago was now running almost unopposed. His major party opponent had dropped out of the race unexpectedly for ‘personal’ reasons. I suspected Oliver had played a part in that and it had nothing to do with ‘sex magic’ as much as it had to do with ‘blackmail’. If Oliver was left to his own devices, he’d have the new attorney general on the hook for pretty much anything. Fortunately for him, Oliver, nor anyone associated with Oliver, would any longer have a single remaining blackmail files after Friday and JackAss would be in charge of all remaining blackmail material. The only thing JackAss wanted from the new AG was for him to ensure no personally identifying material of me ever made it onto the internet. As long as my name was kept off the web, his would be too. There was nothing anyone could do with the personal recordings people had made and posted, but at least no one who’d done those knew my name. I’d been masked for all my encounters with others, whether I could see or not.
When we reached the Club, Oliver had me put on my mask again. I couldn’t see, so I wouldn’t know who was fucking me. Since I was allowed to see the last time I’d been here, I suspected more famous people, and now I knew the full score, people I knew, would be using me. Once the mask was on, Oliver guided me to the door and knocked.
“Yes, sir.” It sounded like the same butler. I w3ondered if he still had a cock cage on.
“Oliver Cocky and slave,” Oliver said.
“Yes, sir. Please come this way. A place has been prepared for your slave.”
A place, prepared, for slave, sounding ominous. Me. Oliver carefully led me into the large common room. I could hear a few other people there, but it didn’t sound like very many.
“Put your hand out,” Oliver said.
I reached out tentatively and felt something soft and padded under my hand. I felt around it a bit and what I could feel seemed round, with perhaps ledges slightly below the curved surfaces.
“I want you to climb up on this and drape yourself over the surface lengthwise. We’ll help you get up, then we’re going to fasten your hands and legs down. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Get up then. There’s a step in front of you, step up.”
I stepped up and Oliver and the butler helped me climb over the thing, almost like a barrel, but narrower. The ledges were for me to put my legs on to keep me from sliding off to one side or the other. When I was properly situated, my ass stuck off the back end and my head the other. I was supported from the top of my pubic bone to my neck. When I was positioned, my upper calves and ankles were secured, my hands were secured under the barrel, almost as if I were hugging it, and a wide strap was placed around my waist. I could barely move when they were done, yet I was relatively comfortable.
Oliver began smearing lube around my back door. “After the first few times you’re fucked, you won’t need lube anymore.” He poked a finger into my cunt. “You’re already wet, Mrs. Tan. You’re such a slut now. You’re positioned at such a height that your ass, mouth and cunt are available to any who wishes to use it. There will be many here who do. You will be fucked ragged all day long. One hard cock after the other will use you, all to created the magic necessary for Trump to be elected.”
“What if everyone here didn’t want Trump to be president?” I asked.
“They do.”
“And if they all wanted Clinton to be president?”
“She’d be elected.”
“I hope to God Hilary gets elected to prove to you sex magic doesn’t exist.”
“Like I wasn’t able to get your husband sent to Osaka?”
He didn’t know I knew Tan never went to Osaka, and I didn’t want him to know yet. It was my little secret until Friday. Friday, his whole little world would come tumbling down just as mine had.
“A lucky coincidence,” I said. “This is all so much bullshit.”
Oliver laughed. “We’ll see, won’t we. You will have an attendant here beside you, female. She will clean you off occasionally as the day progresses. She will release you if you need to use the bathroom, lead you there and then return you to this spot. You will follow her instructions as you do mine. She will give you a bite to eat, something high protein and nutritious, or a drink of water should you need it. Someone will always be beside you, so speak if you need something.”
“I need to be released,” I said.
“Anything but that,” Oliver laughed.
“I could use something to eat now and a drink, and a kiss.”
Something was placed up to my lips and I took a bite. It tasted okay, kind of a sweet protein bar of some kind. After I swallowed, a straw was placed at my lips and I sucked some ice water down. Surprisingly enough, she also gave me a kiss on the lips, soft and gentle.
“It looks like you’re about to get your first customer of the day,” Oliver whispered in my ear. “His cock is out and quite ready. Have fun.”
A hard cock plunged into my cunt and I grunted. He started fucking me, none too gently. Before he finished, my head was lifted and another cock went into my mouth. The one in my mouth orgasmed first, his hot cum spurting into my throat, large volumes of it, like he hadn’t cum in a week. I swallowed desperately to keep up with the flood of sperm. Another one took his place immediately and I found myself sucking another cock.
The guy in my cunt finally climaxed. He bucked up hard against my bottom and went rigid and I could feel his cum joining the fluids in my pussy. I hadn’t cum yet, but he left me close and I wanted another cock in me right away to finish the job. I didn’t have to wait long. A longer, thicker cock slid into my cum slicked cunt and within two strokes, I orgasmed, moaning like a banshee. The second guy in my mouth also climaxed, spraying his load all over my face. I had a second orgasm before the guy behind me finished, throbbing around his thick prick.
There was a brief respite after those four. I heard more and more people entering the room and drinks being served. I asked for my attendant to wipe my face and a cool washcloth wiped the sperm from my face. The next man to enter me, plunged into my back door. He apparently liked the tightness he found there, because he climaxed fairly quickly, coating my rectum with his cum. When he’d finished squirting in my bum hole, he stepped in front of me and had me suck his cock clean. I was glad to have cleansed myself 4 times this morning.
I asked for another drink of water when he was done and a straw touched my lips and I gratefully took four long sips of cold water. And so the day went. By noon, I’d been fucked a dozen times in the ass or cunt and sucked even more cock as some of the fuckers wanted me to clean their cocks when they’d finished. My ass barely had time to close before another cock pushed inside. The only rest it had was when someone chose to fuck my cunt instead. I could feel cum all over my nether regions, leaking from my overused ass or pussy, or some men had chosen to pull out before they climaxed and squirted their seed all over my bottom. I’d cum a half dozen times myself, my own cum mixing with theirs as it dripped from my cunt.
At one point, I asked my attendant to do what she could to clean me off, but instead of a towel or washcloth, she licked me clean. She must have swallowed a pint of cum to make me somewhat presentable. Around lunch time, she released me and led me to the bathroom where I relieved myself. I was allowed a quick meal of scrambled eggs, then returned to my station. The top of the horse, which is what I’d begun thinking of it as, was drenched in bodily fluids which had run off my body. I was fastened down again and the day continued.
I lost track of the number of times I was fucked and the number of times I’d cum. Whenever I needed a cleaning, my attendants delicate tongue dipped into my ass and cunt and licked me presentable again. Every time I needed a drink, she gave me a straw and I’d sip cool water to cool my throat, which felt raw from the number of cocks which invaded it. After lunch, I had very little to eat as the amount of cum I swallowed seemed to fill me up, leaving me less hungry.
Around supper time, I relieved myself again, surprised at the amount of cum which floated in the water of the toilet after I was done. After seven, the polls closed and TV’s were turned on to listen to the results. More and more people came into the Club, finished with their day and all three of my fuck holes saw more and more use. I knew I couldn’t be the only one there surrendering her body. There were too many people and not enough holes if I was the only one providing them. I heard the sounds of other people moaning in orgasm, men as well as women, and wondered if some men were being used as I was, their cocks, mouths and asses the property of others.
The TV’s were loud enough I could hear the results over the grunting and groaning and the slapping of sopping flesh as people were fucked. The state results were announced, going as expected for the most part, big eastern states like New York and Massachusetts going for Clinton, the Deep South going Trumps way. Most of the concentration of the news were towards swing states like Ohio, Pennsylvania, Florida, Michigan, and Wisconsin. Obama had won those states four years previously and everyone agreed Clinton would need to win them this year. Polls before the elections showed Clinton leading in the national vote, and all the swing states she had to win. As the evening went on, more and more, it looked like Clinton was losing the swing states she needed to win. Trump was leading in Florida, Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, Michigan and Ohio by narrow margins, still too close to call.
More and more people started fucking me and the others, thinking somehow we would be the source of their victory. How they could possibly imagine my cunt and the amount of cum they were depositing in it would have any impact on a national election was beyond me. My attendant had to clean me off more frequently, and I squirmed when her tongue dipped into my ass to gather the cum deposited in there. I came twice while she cleaned me. I also needed more water to wash down the cum coating my throat. Several times she washed off my face, cocks squirting their sperm on it instead of having to swallow.
I was horrendously sore. I quit having orgasms at some point. My asshole in particular had received little rest and time to recover between fuckings. My jaw and tongue were strained to the point I no longer bothered using them, letting the cocks slide down my throat without interference or interest by me. My throat was rubbed raw by the poundings I’d taken. My pussy was little better, but it was designed for fucking and doing better than the rest of me. It was numb to a certain extent, with all but the largest cocks barely noticeable when they slid into me. Only the amount of cum I’d taken made any of it bearable. I was awash in cum for all intents and purposes. There was almost no friction left, only puddles. My attendant gave me some ibuprofen when I told her how much I hurt.
She released me again when they were announcing Florida for Trump to use the restroom. I sat quietly for as long as she let me to let the cum drop in congealed clumps from my body. Some of the people left by this time, thinking Florida was the nail in Clinton’s coffin. I was fastened to my perch once more, but only used four more times before Oliver said I could go. I was such a mess at this point, I was surprised anyone would want to use me. I had to remain masked as there were still people there.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Past one.”
I’d been fucked for over 15 hours by one cock after the other. It was the most brutal of all the times Oliver had ever used me. Never had I felt so much like an inanimate fuck toy, nothing more than a receptacle for male seed. Oliver led me out to the limo as I was, dripping in cum. He had me wait outside while he threw a blanket on the floor, telling me to stay on the floor as he didn’t want to pay for the seats to be cleaned. I didn’t care, only relieved I wouldn’t be fucked anymore today.
When we reached his house, he made me take a shower out by the pool, refusing to let me into the house until I was mostly cum free. Once I was allowed inside, I was told to shower again, more thoroughly this time. I used handfuls of shower gel to scrub myself off. I didn’t have any douches here, so I’d need to shower again when I got home. I got dressed and left. With any luck at all, this would be the last time I’d ever see this bastard.
On the way home, I stopped at an all night drug store and got 6 more bottles of douche. Arriving home, I went straight to the shower and used all six, even more cum washing out of me with their use. Drying off, I took two extra strength Excedrin and went straight to bed, falling asleep instantly, I was so exhausted. It was past 4 AM. I slept until three when I heard knocking on my door. Jolene and Tiffany were both at the door when I opened it. I let them in and led them to the living room.
“I’m sorry,” I said to Tiffany. “I can’t sit down yet. Is it okay if I lie down with my head in your lap?”
“Of course, Brenda. Whatever you need. Jolene said you had a terrible day yesterday.”
“Terrible doesn’t begin to describe it. Who won the election?” I said, lying down. Tiffany stroked my hair for me.
“Trump,” Tiffany said. “He lost the popular vote, but cleaned up in the electoral college. Most pundits are calling it the biggest political upset since Dewey in 48.”
I didn’t particularly care. I hadn’t had a chance to vote myself. I thought Trump was awful but hadn’t particularly liked Hilary either. Both of them were flawed candidates in my mind. I would have voted for the least despicable slime ball, but in Georgia, Trump won handily so my vote wouldn’t have counted except for another digit in the popular vote.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Brenda, but JackAss did find another computer server as a result,” Jolene said. “I think we’ve got them all now. We can take them down whenever you’re ready.”
“Friday. I don’t want Tan to have a whisper of what’s about to happen until he presents himself. Do you have access to the video files of what happened yesterday?”
Jolene nodded.
“I want to see it,” I said.
“Why would you possibly want to see it, Brenda. It’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I want to see the face of every person who abused me,” I said. “I want to know who they are, what they did, and at some point, they’re all going to pay.”
“We can tell you who was there,” Jolene said. “You don’t have to watch it. It can’t be good for you to see what happened.”
“Watching it can’t possibly be as bad as living it. Every one of them will pay.”
Jolene looked to Tiffany for support, but Tiffany, bless her heart, said, “Let her see it. She’s right. She went through it and survived. Watching it will be less damaging.”
Jolene capitulated. “I’ll drop a thumb drive off here tomorrow.”
“Thank you.”
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“Would you like me to stay with you tonight?” Tiffany asked.
“I wouldn’t mind the company. I have to do some things which might require assistance, but it’s going to be embarrassing for you. I’m still sore and you might be able to assist by buying some things at the store for me and whatever else I might require. Maybe make or buy some food. I’m not ready to stand yet. The less I move, the easier it is.”
“Whatever you need, Brenda.”
“I appreciate it.”
“I guess I’m done here,” Jolene said. “I wanted to make sure you were getting by and let you know Oliver’s goose was cooked.”
“Come here,” I said, “and give me a kiss. You’ve been a good friend and a great, compassionate PI. I never would have found out who Oliver was without you going the extra mile. I’ll never be able to thank you enough, but you have a friend for life.”
Jolene came over and leaned down and I gave her a kiss. “Thank you forever,” I whispered.
“You’re welcome, Brenda. Take care of yourself.”
“I will. We’ll talk later, I promise. There’s still some stuff which needs to get done.”
Tiffany showed her out and when she returned, brought paper and pen.
“Write down whatever you need and I’ll pick it up for you.”
I wrote everything down. I didn’t know the names for everything, and listed several things like soothing bath oils, pain relieving creams, and told Tiffany to ask a pharmacist if she couldn’t find something which looked like it might work. She said she’d do her best and left, coming home ninety minutes later with three bags of items from the drug store and Chinese food.
We started with the food. I hadn’t eaten a lot yesterday except for cum, so I was starving now. She got a tray and put lots of food on it and set it on my lap so I could eat, mostly lying down. I ate probably twice the amount of food I normally tucked away, but Tiffany had bought a lot and I ate my fill while still leaving some for her. I was stuffing the last of the food in my mouth before she was finished with hers.
“Hungry, huh?” Tiffany said.
“Unbelievably so,” I said. “Not much in the way of food to eat yesterday.”
“So what else can I help you with.”
“Yeah. This is the tricky part I need a really good friend for. You need to check my bottom and pussy to see if there’s any more than superficial damage.”
“Jesus, Brenda. What the hell happened to you yesterday?”
“I was fucked; a lot, for like 15 hours. I was tied down while they did it. I lost track of how many times. It’s why I can’t sit down yet. I don’t think Oliver would have allowed anything causing permanent damage because he said I was to be returned in the identical condition, but I need to check.”
“Shit, all the more reason for you not to do what you have planned for Friday.”
“If I’m still sore on Friday, I won’t do it, I promise.”
“Well, let’s go in the bathroom and I’ll check you out. We can use some of the stuff I got at the pharmacy.”
Tiffany grabbed all three bags, helped me to stand and hobble into the bathroom. I started running some hot water into the tub and Tiffany added some bath oil and Epsom salts, which the pharmacist assured her would ease muscle soreness. We weren’t talking about muscles, strictly, but it couldn’t hurt. We filled the tub and I bent over, showing Tiffany my ass.
“Ooh, your anus looks red and inflamed,” she said. “I can see why they call it a rosebud. Your pussy looks swollen, too, though I’ve never made a point of looking at your pussy. It doesn’t look quite right.”
“Maybe I should be asking Erin or Suki. They’ve probably looked at a lot more pussy.” Tiffany laughed. “Does it look like I might have gotten a hemorrhoid? It’s why I wanted you to get Preparation H.”
“I don’t know. What’s a hemorrhoid look like?”
“You could google it. I’m sure they have pictures.”
“Ugh. Well why don’t you start soaking and I’ll see what I can see.”
I eased myself into the bathtub. Tiffany got a chair and sat down beside me. “I don’t want you falling asleep and drowning,” she said.
She scrolled through her phone looking at photos and finally said. “You may have a small one. Nothing looking anything like these, thank God.”
We sat in companionable silence for a bit, then she asked, “What was it like?”
“I don’t think you’d want to do it, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“No, not what I’m asking. I’d never do it. It’s too horrible to contemplate, but I am curious about what it was like.”
“You mean did I cum?”
“That’s part of it.”
“I orgasmed quite a bit when it started. Oliver has trained me to be a slut and I enjoyed having cocks in me, fucking me. I wasn’t cumming at all by the end of the night; too tired and sore. My ass hurt, my pussy hurt, though not as bad as my ass. My jaw ached, my tongue felt like it could fall off. My throat hurt. No one really cared how I felt or whether I was enjoying it. Essentially, I was nothing more than a cum bucket, someplace to dump their sperm. You wouldn’t believe what a mess I was when I finished. Oliver wouldn’t let me sit on the seats of the limo. He put a rug or blanket on the floor and told me to stay there. I had to take a shower by the pool before he let me in the house to shower. I took another one when I got home. I used three bottles of douche a hole to clean myself out, and that was after having an attendant licking the cum from my cunt and ass occasionally to clean me up a bit before the next cock penetrated me. It was the most filthy, demeaning experience I’ve ever had. I didn’t even feel like a person anymore.”
“Oh, God, Brenda! How are you not a blubbering idiot right now?”
“Oliver said the experience would break me. He might have been right if I hadn’t found out about Tan. I could easily be their obedient little fuck toy right now if it weren’t for that. The thing is, it pissed me off so much I’ve got this nugget of fire burning inside me now, like a small volcano. I want nothing more than to make everyone pay. Once I’ve done that, I don’t know what will happen. It’s like it’s keeping me alive so I can see them all burn in hell. Without that fire, I don’t know what would happen. I’m being honest with you, Tiffany. Rage and vengeance might be all that’s keeping me alive. It’s part of the reason I want to see the video from yesterday. I need to fan the flames. I need to hate them all, not just Tan and Oliver. Otherwise, I might not have a reason to exist past Friday. They all have to pay.”
Tiffany took my hand and kissed it. “Oh, Brenda. You need something more in your life. You can’t live on hate.”
“I can for now. We’ll see what happens after.”
Replacing the water once, I sat in the tub for over an hour. Admittedly, I felt much better getting out than I did getting in. I used some Aspercreme around my nether regions after drying off, then a little of the Preparation H on what Tiffany thought was a small hemorrhoid. I took some more pain pills and put on a night shirt. Tiffany put on one of mine and climbed into bed with me, wrapping her arms around me. Maybe I felt a little more like a person after she did so. I fell asleep easily.
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Ding.
I stirred, the text messaging alert waking me. I looked at the bed beside me and Tiffany was gone, a note on her pillow. I’ve gone to work. Call me if you need anything. What had I ever done to deserve a friend like her?
I looked at the text. It was Tan telling me his flight would arrive at 2:55 PM. I texted back.
Grab a taxi or an Uber home. I have a surprise for you when you get here.
Does it involve you being naked, beautiful?
It certainly does. I texted back.
I can hardly wait. It’s been so long. Long for me, perhaps, depending on where you were Election Day. Not so long since you fucked your sister.
It’s been a long time for me too, love. You lying sack of shit.
Everything I texted was accompanied by the thing I wanted to say, going on and on in my head. It was strange. Both of us knew what had happened to me. Yet he didn’t know that I knew, and he assumed I was doing the normal bit of lying, ashamed to admit to my husband what a whore I was. And he was lying about everything because he didn’t want me to know he was complicit in turning me into said whore.
I checked the rest of my texts. Nothing from Oliver. I usually received a movie of my last escapade of shame by now. Perhaps he thought I was broken now and didn’t need these little reminders anymore. Or perhaps he hadn’t finished editing the movie yet. 15 hours of fucking was a lot of material to squeeze down, especially if he wanted to capture all my orgasms. I’d had a lot of them to start. He’d have to trim or black out a lot of the people fucking me, since I wasn’t supposed to know who they were. I had my own little tape I’d be looking at today. No black outs, no editing; just pure, unadulterated fucking.
I took another long, hot bath, only one tub of hot water this time because I was feeling much better. I got out of the tub, without needing more Aspercreme, though I still added a dab of the Preparation H to my bottom. After all, my asshole would be in use again tomorrow and care should be taken.
I dressed and ate and Jolene came over around one, with a 16GB thumb drive and a folder. I asked her in and we sat down on the couch together.
“I still recommend you not look at this, Brenda. It’s ugly and disgusting. No one should have to watch their own gang rape unfold like this.”
“I volunteered for this, Jolene. Don’t you realize that I’m a slut now?” I held up the drive. “This is what they wanted to turn me into and this is what I’ve become. They succeeded. I’m their creation. I’m Frankenstein’s monster.”
“Brenda, you’re not. This is not anything you would have wished for yourself. This is not who you are. I know it isn’t. Don’t let them win.”
“The first man who took my cunt Tuesday, he didn’t make me cum. I wanted to cum so badly, Jolene. If there hadn’t been a cock in my mouth, I would gladly have begged for someone else to shove a cock into me. Up until I became too sore, I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be filled with their hot cum, to feel it spurt down my throat. I am what they made me, Jolene. The only thing I refuse to be is their whore. I’ll be a whore for anyone else, but not theirs.”
“I disagree, but I’m not going to argue with you now.” She handed me the folder. “Mark and I went through this and identified everyone we could. It’s in the order that you were used. We put question marks where we didn’t recognize the person. You might want to take a look at it before you look at the film. Might keep you from wanting to look at it.”
I looked through their lists. Beside each name was the profession or position of the person. Ballplayer, executive for some company, politician, football player, news anchor. I was fucked by the rich and famous of Atlanta including Richard HardOn, JackAss’s boss. I tapped his name.
“Is he involved in my blackmail?”
“Not that we’ve been able to determine. He does own the property of the Club, but there’s no sign Oliver sent any of your blackmail material to him. For all we can tell, he’s just another sleaze ball who took advantage of your state.”
“I don’t think he deserves my nude paintings,” I said, “even if he wasn’t involved.”
“I’d agree. How will you get them back?” Jolene asked.
“I’ll think of something. This is prime blackmail material. It sounded as if I wasn’t the only person being fucked on Election Day. Were there others?”
“6 women, 2 men.”
“Could you tell if they were there voluntarily, or were they coerced as I was?”
“We couldn’t tell.”
“Try to find out, would you? I’d like to do something for them if they were not there of their own volition.”
“We’ll see what we can do.”
Tan’s name was on the list, as was his father, and Geoff, both several names before Tan. Their names were right next to each other, so either they’d done me one after the other or both at the same time. I pointed to Geoff’s name.
“We’re taking care of Tan and his family, but something bad has to happen to Geoff as well. He can’t get out of this scot free.”
“I doubt he’ll escape some form of comeuppance.”
“Boat accident,” I said smiling.
Jolene smiled back. “It’s a dangerous world out there.”
“How many people total fucked me?” I asked.
“You were fucked 57 times by 49 different people. Some of them were duplicates; they fucked you more than once.” God! I’d known there were a lot of cocks, but 57. No wonder I was so sore and dripping with cum.
I counted the question marks, the ones Mark and Jolene hadn’t been able to identify. 8. Perhaps I’d concentrate of those when I looked at the video.
“I don’t see Geoff’s father or his cousin, Friedrich, on this list. Geoff’s father was friends with Tan’s father for a long time before Tan and Geoff were born. Geoff had to get his sliminess somewhere. I’d suspect his father, especially if Tan’s father is involved. And Fred or Friedrich was at the Club before. I doubt he’d miss the chance for more free debased pussy.”
“You may be right. I’ll check their driver’s license photos and see if either of them was there.”
“Thank you for bringing this over. I appreciate you very much.”
“I just wish we could have ended it sooner.”
I hugged her and let her out.
Texting JackAss, I told him what time he needed to be here tomorrow with his friends. He said he’d be here. I called Hilda and informed her of when I needed the divorce packet. She said she’d have a courier deliver everything by 2:00. All my plans made, I started watching the video.
I looked at some of the generalities first. Three women and one of the men were in the common room with me. The others were in additional bedrooms. The women were all in the same position as I was, all 3 of their holes available to use. The men were hanging vertically, their asses and cocks both available for the women or men to use. The slave men had a bed in front of them where a woman could lie down to be fucked if they wanted, their feet in stirrups like a gynecology chair. Or a man could stand so the slave could suck his cock. Being men, they couldn’t fuck as frequently as the women did, but every hour or so, they’d be sucked into an erection and a woman would take his cock in her cunt. Their asses and mouths were used more frequently. Both of them had nice big cocks I’d love to feel in my cunt.
I didn’t recognize the different women acting as my attendants; they changed every couple hours, but another woman had Sydney acting as hers when the party started. I supposed they didn’t want me recognizing the voices of whoever assisted me. I wondered if Sydney was a voluntary slut, or if she’d been corrupted as I had, by her father, or Tan, or her mother, even Geoff or Oliver. I wondered if they’d started on her young, or waited until she was 18.
The first question mark on the list was the first person who fucked my cunt. Sure enough, Friedrich. Eager to fuck me after having been denied my previous time at the Club. Not able to tenderize me, but happy enough to be the first to use me. I found it telling he didn’t make me cum. Too young, not enough experience, too eager. An Atlanta Braves ballplayer whose name I didn’t recognize the first in my mouth. Richard HardOn the second in my cunt, the one who made me cum. Nice cock, thick and long. Overjoyed to fuck the model in his paintings. That was going to cost him some dough. I felt myself becoming wet, watching. Jolene was wrong; I was a whore.
Geoff and Tan’s father fucked me together, Geoff in my ass, my father-in-law in my mouth. They were quite a few people into the process. Thick clumps of cum were already running from my ass before Geoff stuck his cock in. Geoff made me cum though, which made me ill. Of anyone who I’d hate to cum for, Geoff was at the top of the list. Tan’s father climaxed all over my face, one of my facials. Several people later, Tan fucked my cunt while another question mark fucked my face. He looked like an older version of Geoff, so I guessed his father. I swallowed his cum. Tan made me orgasm as well, skilled in his use of me and knowledge of my body. I so wanted him to hurt.
One of the next question marks was Stanley Fuck. He slid right into my sloppy cunt, Kathy there, watching. I knew now it wasn’t the first time Stan fucked me. He’d fucked me on my honeymoon after our strip poker game while I’d been ‘roofied’. I wondered now if they really lived in Charleston, South Carolina, or it was more bullshit I was told to make it more believable. If he was a doctor, and I still had no reason to doubt it because of the medical knowledge he’d had, he’d be easy to google. He made me cum too, the stupid fucker. When he climaxed, Kathy was the one to lick my ass and cunt of all the cum, not my attendant, her tongue dipping into both holes to clean me off. She made me cum also, moaning around the cock in my mouth, Mr. Attorney General, who’d won his election because his main opponent dropped out. His cum was another facial I took.
Fast forwarding through the parts no one used me, I was able to get through the tape in about half the time. It was still 11:30 PM before I finished. I’d knocked three question marks off the list, assuming it was Geoff’s father using me with Tan. Looked like him though. Jolene would figure it out. The other 5 question marks looked young. I would guess that like Tan, Geoff and Friedrich, they were the sons of some of the others, being treated by their elders to a taste of the life they were about to inherit. Without knowing who they were, they might escape my wrath. No one else would.
I went to bed and masturbated a couple times, eager to cum after watching my debauchery in the video. I slept easily afterward, calm, relaxed, ready for tomorrow.
When I got up, I used my enema kit to thoroughly cleanse my ass. At some point today, I expected someone would find their way from my ass to my mouth and I wanted to be prepared. Suki came by around eleven, and dropped off the final painting, the one which would have gone to Tan. I hustled her out the door so she wouldn’t be here later. I ate at noon, lots of protein. I had to keep up my strength. I’d be busy later. My divorce packet came by courier at one and it included all the divorce papers as well as all evidence found implicating Tan and his family in an incestuous relationship. There was more than what we’d recorded in Sydney’s bedroom. Oliver had a lot, which might explain why Tan so readily agreed to turn me into his slut. Explain, but not excuse. Everything Oliver had, we now had, so we were going to be in charge once Oliver’s shit was trashed. I signed all the paperwork where my signature was required.
JackAss came shortly afterward, with eleven handsome, strapping lads of various ethnicities trooping through the door behind him. I started getting wet just watching them line up in my living room.
“Eleven, JackAss. That’s more than I expected.”
“I told you I’d need to beat them off with a stick, and actually; it’s only nine. Two of them are here to help me maintain order and destroy Oliver’s files. We’re holding off until Tan walks through the door, then every file on all the computers and associated servers and phones will be destroyed. All at once. The computers might burn up. We’re eliminating the cooling safeguards.”
I looked at all of them looking at me expectantly, wondering what exactly was going on. I could see a couple of them might have erections already.
“Did JackAss tell you what we needed you for here today?”
“He said we’d be having sex with a beautiful woman, ma’am,” a tall, good looking, black man said. “Where’s the others.”
“The others?” I asked. “What others?”
“Well ma’am. There’s 9 of us and I only see one of you,” he said. What a gentleman.
“Yes,” I said, “9 of you and one of me. I want all 9 of you to fuck me.”
“One at a time, señora, or all at once?” a slim, tattooed Latino asked.
“Well as many of you as I can handle at once,” I replied. “I’m thinking 5 at a time. I’m assured it can be done.”
They all kind of looked at each other for a minute.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” the black gentleman said. “You are going to have sex with all of us; right here, right now?” Such a sweet boy. He reminded me of Cheyenne’s brothers. Raised right.
“Well, I was thinking of the bedroom where we’ll be much more comfortable, but that is my goal.”
They looked at each other again.
“Let me explain,” I said, removing my clothes. “I recently discovered my husband has been trying to turn me into a whore, allowing others to fuck me any time they wished. This is not really anything I ever wished for myself. I planned to be a one man woman. He’s recently pretended to be working in Osaka, Japan so these other men and women,” I stressed, “could avail themselves of me more frequently.” I was soon standing in front of all of them naked as a jaybird. Everyone other than JackAss was looking at me intently and more of them appeared to be sporting erections. “He’s pretending to be returning this afternoon. He never left the country and he’s been in town for at least the last week, fucking other people. I want to show him he’s been successful in turning me into a slut. I want all of you to be fucking me when he comes through our bedroom door. He’s expecting me to be naked and waiting for him when he arrives. I’m leaving my clothes out here, so he knows the naked part is true. You may all remove your clothes in the bedroom so he doesn’t see them until he comes through the door.”
“Ma’am, not looking a gift horse in the mouth, but having a bunch of men fucking your wife is a good way to get shot in Georgia.”
“That’s why JackAss is not participating. He’s armed…you are armed, aren’t you JackAss?”
He patted his waistband. “I am.”
“My husband does not normally carry a weapon, but JackAss is here to ensure my husband behaves himself and doesn’t do more than watch. The three of them should be able to handle any problems which arise. And since my husband will be handed his divorce papers when he arrives, he has no earthly reason to squawk about anything which goes on here. A quick question. I don’t want to piss off any wives or girlfriends, so you boys are currently unattached?”
They all shook their heads, yes. I hoped they were telling the truth, but I also had to assume JackAss had vetted them some.
“Excellent. The other thing I’m realizing is this may not have been what you signed up for, so anyone who wants to back out now, you may go ahead and leave. I’ll have no hard feelings. If you wish to proceed, join me in the bedroom and strip off your clothes. Anyone needing a little pick me up ahead of time, my mouth is now open for business.”
“I have one thing to add,” JackAss said. “This lovely lady is trying to retaliate against her bastard of a husband. If for any reason she asks you to stop, because he leaves or she’s getting worn out; you stop. She’s doing this voluntarily, but the moment it stops being voluntary, it ends. That’s the other reason I’m here. Don’t piss me off.”
“I plan to give every one of you at least one orgasm, so no one goes home in a bad way,” I added, “so just let me know if you haven’t cum yet, and I’ll take care of you. Follow me gentlemen.”
I turned and walked into the bedroom, swaying my hips as I walked and I was pleased to note every single one of them followed me in, most of them starting to unbutton or shed shirts as they walked. JackAss and the other two protectors followed us in and closed the bedroom door behind us. When their clothes were off, I was pleased to note every one of them was sporting the beginnings of a lovely erection. Ah, the benefits of youth and vigor.
Pulling the covers from the bed, I said, “I want lots of cum on me and in me. I want it to be dripping from my ass and cunt, off my face and all over my body. Feel free to let loose any time you have a need. There’s no reason for my husband not to see me exactly as he wanted me to be, a totally wanton slut.” I saw JackAss shaking his head in the background. I turned to the handsome black gentleman. “Sir, since you were so kind and respectful when we started, I’ll give you first choice. Would you like my cunt, my ass or my mouth?”
If you don’t mind, ma’am, I’m kind of a pussy pleaser. I’ll take your pussy, please."
“You are such a gentleman,” I said, fondling his stiff cock. “Why don’t you lie down on the bed and I’ll mount you.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Always polite.
He lay down on the bed, his cock standing rampantly up like a nice flag pole. I climbed over the top of him and placed his prick at the slick entrance to my pussy and sank down over the crown, burying him in my cunt.
“Ooh, sir. I can see why you call yourself a pussy pleaser. My pussy is most pleased to make your acquaintance. You fill me up.” I moaned to let him know how much. “I don’t know how you other gentlemen will decide who else is going next, but I need cocks in my ass and my mouth, and I definitely have two hands available to speed things along. There’s lubricant on the nightstand. I’d appreciate it most greatly if you make liberal use of it. Election Day was a very busy day for me and I’m still a little sore, so be gentle, gentlemen.”
One of the white guys grabbed the bottle of lube and smeared some around my back door and his cock. Thankfully, he wasn’t much more than average sized. The guy in my cunt was only around 7 inches but thick. He climbed on the bed behind me and I laid my head down on the broad chest under me and spread my cheeks. He did as I’d requested and very slowly eased his way through my sphincter.
“Ahh, perfect. I’m so full right now and it feels so good. Don’t be shy. My mouth is still empty. I can deep throat gentlemen. I’ve been well trained.”
An asian fellow got on the bed and presented a long, thin cock.
“If you put a little lube on your pricks,” I said, “I’m sure I can give excellent hand jobs, though I admit, that wasn’t one of the skills I was trained in,” before pulling the prick down my throat.
Two more young men, one the tattooed Latino and the other also black, lubed their erections and placed my hands on them and I slowly started stroking them, stem to stern, not only airtight, but fully engaged. For the next 5 minutes, all I was, was a milking machine, milking their bodies for the thick cream they’d provide me. The asian gentleman gave me my first reward. Grunting, his cock swelled and let loose in my mouth to start, though he pulled out after the first two jets went down my gullet and left the rest of his cream on my face. The Latino in my left hand took his place in my mouth, and another white cock went into my hand.
The next one to cum was the fellow in my posterior, plastering my rectum with his milky contribution. I orgasmed with him, clutching his cock in my spasming sphincter. He squeezed out the last few drops and spread them on my ass cheeks, and another one took his place, though I didn’t see who, being otherwise engaged. The Latino was the next to go and he sprayed all but the first spurt into my face. The young black man in my right hand also released and thick ropes of his cum went up my arm and into my face and hair. Some of it dripped down onto the man beneath me. Since my mouth was momentarily vacant, I licked it up.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d be getting some on you as well.”
“It’s worth it, ma’am. Can I say you have the most wonderful pussy I’ve ever been in?”
“Yes you may and thank you. Might I ask what your name is, sir?”
“Montgomery, ma’am.”
“Montgomery. It’s been a pleasure meeting you. Your momma raised you right. I’ll try to clean up after myself.”
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”
I opened my mouth again and another cock filled it. Every one of the men I was pleasuring climaxed again but Montgomery, who was still going strong. He wasn’t able to move very much due to our respective positions and I was distracted by all the other cocks I was pleasing. I climaxed again, my pussy pulsating on Montgomery’s prick. Still he managed to keep going. I was moaning fairly regularly. It was a splendid fucking. I temporarily paused my prick licking to clean a few more drops of cum off Montgomery’s face, although I smeared more on him than I licked, I was afraid.
“Honey, I’m home,” Tan called out from the entry.
“In the bedroom, dear. I’m waiting for you,” I called out, turning to face the door. I wanted to see his face when he saw me.
I saw JackAss and one of his enforcers move to either side of the door while the third one was poised at a laptop set up on the bureau. Tan walked through the door and an utter look of shock crossed his face when he saw me, Montgomery’s thick prick up my cunt, the third man to have fucked my ass firmly embedded in it. Two more cocks in my hands and a third dangling before my face. I couldn’t have been more pleased to see the look upon his face. JackAss and his buddy pushed him forward into the room and closed the door behind him.
“Brenda!” He shouted shrilly, like a little girl.
“Hi, honey. I just wanted to show you your plan to turn me into the the biggest whore in Atlanta worked to perfection. I’d introduce you to all these other men, but you know JackAss already and the only other one whose name I know is Montgomery, currently fucking my cunt. Say hello to my husband, Tan, gentlemen.”
A chorus of hello’s and hi’s were uttered with a few ‘Tans’ thrown in. Tan was still staring in shock. The cock in my left hand started to spurt and I turned to let it go all over my face.
“Mmm,” I said, “a cum facial. You don’t know how much I enjoy them now. You’ll be pleased to know, Tan, I went off my birth control last month and I’m currently at my most fertile. Between Election Day and today, I’m reasonably certain we’ll be having a baby in 9 months. Of course, I won’t be able to guarantee the child will be white, but you’ve never been particularly picky about who I fucked. Oh, baby, that’s right, coat my ass with your cum,” I moaned, the fellow fucking my ass orgasming as I spoke.
“Ma’am,” Montgomery whispered, “should I be wearing a condom.”
I kissed him, long and passionately, sliding my cum coated tongue into his mouth. After a few seconds, I disengaged, whispering, “You’re okay. I’m lying to him.”
“Good,” he said, “cause I’m going to cum and flood your pussy.”
“Please do.”
Montgomery groaned and climaxed and I climaxed with him, our combined cum quickly flooding from my properly plugged pussy.
“Fuck me,” I moaned. “Fill my cunt with your hot black cum, honey. Make a baby for me.” I paused, dramatically, I thought, then said, “If we’re lucky, maybe the baby will be yours, Tan. Or maybe it will be your fucking father’s.”
The room grew suddenly and completely silent. The cat was out of the bag now. Everybody paused, no motion at all. Everyone knew why I was fucking them, and why I hated my husband enough to do this to him.
“Brenda, I can explain,” Tan protested, still shrill.
“No, Tan. You can’t possibly explain, not in a million years. I don’t even want to hear it.”
I opened my mouth and filled it with cock, sucking hard for my treat. He must have been ready before I stopped, because 15 seconds after I started sucking, his cock head swelled and the salty treat flooded my throat. I gobbled it down, silently crying.
I heard JackAss behind me. “You’ve been served. If I were you, I’d watch the little film on the thumb drive before reading your divorce papers. They may encourage you to do the right thing and sign them. By the way, are you left or right handed, you know, for signing paperwork.”
“Right handed,” Tan said dejectedly.
I heard a pop and Tan screamed. I looked behind me and Tan was holding his right arm.
“That’s only a dislocated shoulder,” JackAss said. “Pop that back in there and you’ll be able to sign these papers in a week. This next one will take a little longer to heal.” He made a sudden move on Tan’s left arm and I heard a snap, and Tan howled in pain. “That’s a break. About 8 to 10 weeks in a cast for that one. You might be able to detect changes in the weather. Those are for allowing Oliver to do what he did to her.”
“Don’t kill him,” I said. “He still has to sign the divorce paperwork and I used to love him once.”
“Don’t worry, Brenda. I won’t kill him. He’ll only wish he was dead.” He kneed Tan in the groin and Tan whimpered and sank to the floor. “That’s for being a royal prick. If the idea of prosecution should pop into your wormy little head, just remember, incest with your sister, mother and father are crimes in the State of Georgia. Signing your divorce papers isn’t the only thing we expect for our silence. We expect yours as well. I believe we’ve destroyed all evidence of what’s been done to Brenda, but if by some strange chance, you happen to have any shit we managed to miss, if it ever shows up on the internet identifying her by name or face, the information in here goes to the new state Attorney General who we have by the balls. Not to mention what I do to you next becomes much worse. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”
“Yes,” Tan groaned.
I released all the cocks I was holding or fucking and got off the bed, standing in front of Tan with cum all over my face and hair and running out of my cunt and ass.
“Your plan succeeded, Tan. I’m now the biggest slut in Atlanta, but you’ll never touch me again so you’ll never enjoy the fruits of your labors. I belong to everyone else but you. I want to fuck and suck cock all day, but never yours. Sign the divorce decree when you can and get the fuck out of my sight.”
JackAss motioned to his buddy. “Drop this asshole off at the hospital. He got into a bar fight and has no clue who fucked him up.”
The guy helped him to his feet, though Tan still couldn’t stand straight.
I got onto the bed on my back with my legs spread. “Anyone else want to fuck my cunt. Montgomery just told me it was the finest pussy he’s ever had.” One of the other black men raised his hand. “Don’t be shy, man. Momma’s open for business.” He climbed into the bed and pushed into me. “Mmmm. I love a good hard cock. Fuck me hard and fill me with your cum, please.” I was crying, but it was silent, nothing more than alligator tears running down my cheeks. “My mouth needs another cock, boys. Where’s the man who just orgasmed in my ass. Let me clean that off for you. I love to suck cock that’s just fucked my ass.”
His cock found its way into my mouth as Tan left the room. “Yummy,” I mumbled around his cock.
The party ended soon after, everything else being rather anti-climactic. The two men I was fucking depositing their loads in and on me. Afterward, they all silently got dressed and started leaving. I lay splayed on the bed, covered in cum, my legs apart.
Before he left, Montgomery came up to me and said, “I’m sorry, ma’am. I really am.”
“Give me a kiss, Montgomery, before you leave.”
He bent over and kissed my cum spattered lips. “Thank you, sir. You were a gentlemen and I appreciated it,” I said.
“Yes, ma’am. You’re welcome ma’am.”
“Call me Brenda. You’ve fucked me now. We should be on a first name basis, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Brenda. Thank you, Brenda.” He bowed slightly and left.
Only JackAss and his other friend remained. “Are you sure you don’t want to fuck me, JackAss? I still have a little energy left.”
JackAss was avoiding trying to look at me. His friend wasn’t trying so hard. He was staring at my cum soaked body with some amazement and perhaps a little awe.
“No thanks. You’re still married as of this moment.”
“I don’t think Tan will care.”
“I care.”
“How about you?” I asked his friend. “The others have all gone now. You’re off duty.”
“Sorry ma’am. I’m married. Plus, I’ve got to say you’re a wee bit messy.”
I laughed. “Very messy. Good for you. I’m happy to see you’re honoring your wedding vows. Please, never do anything to harm or dishonor your wife. Revenge is a very bitter pill to swallow, if Tan is any indication.”
“No ma’am.”
“Take a good look now, because this is what revenge looks like.”
He did look briefly, unable to tear his eyes away for a few moments, but eventually lowered his eyes.
“What’s your name?” I asked him.
“Philip. Phil to my friends.”
“Phil. I suggest you go home and make sweet love to your wife all night long. Show her how much you love and adore her. Thanks for helping me out here.”
“Yes, ma’am. I do believe I’ll take your advice.” He took another quick heated look at me, smiled, and left.
“You chose some real gentlemen for me, JackAss. I appreciate your efforts.”
“Nothing but the best for you, Brenda.”
“Aren’t you sweet. I suppose I should go wash up now. Phil was right. I’m a bit of a fright.”
“If it’s okay with you, I’d like to stay for awhile?”
“You want to play after I get cleaned up?”
“Nope. The mess doesn’t bother me much, but you’re still married. I just want to make sure you’re okay before I leave.”
“Suit yourself.”
I took a long, hot shower, shampooing my hair twice and douching my girl parts. I dried off and went back to the bedroom and JackAss was waiting, sitting on a corner of the bed that didn’t look as disastrous as the rest.
“If you’re going to stay, you might as well help me remake the bed,” I said. “I’d like to sleep in clean sheets tonight.” I started stripping off the fitted sheet.
JackAss got on the other side and pulled it down, letting it join the pile of covers I’d left on the floor. He took the pillow case off one of the pillows as I removed the other. I pulled out clean sheets and a different bedspread and we worked together to make up the bed.
“You could put on some clothes,” he said, tucking the bedspread around the pillow on his side.
I glanced down and saw I didn’t have a stitch on. I looked at him and noticed he had a hard-on. Oops.
“Why?” I asked. “You’ve seen me naked. You’ve seen me fucking, both in movies and live today, both men and women. I have nothing left to hide from you.”
“Because I’d like to talk to your face and I find myself staring at your boobs all the time. It’s impolite. My mama would call it downright rude.”
I laughed. “You’re mama is right. It is rude and I’ll put on a nightshirt, if that’s okay with you.”
“A tent would be better, but anything’s better than nothing.”
“I’ll add panties and a bra then. I certainly wouldn’t want you to be rude.”
“Thanks.”
I still dressed in front of him, not giving him any relief until I was covered.
“I’m starved,” I said. “Can I fix you something to eat?”
“If you don’t mind me in your kitchen, perhaps I can make you something.”
“No, go right ahead.”
“It will probably be more breakfasty,” he said. “I’m not great shakes for evening meals unless you’re talking spaghetti and I don’t know if you have the right ingredients. Plus the sauce should simmer for hours and we are talking starvation here.”
“Breakfasty is fine,” I replied.
“Follow me then.” He led the way to the kitchen and started going through the refrigerator while I sat down on one of the stools at the breakfast bar. He pulled out a couple potatoes, some sausage, eggs, cheese, chives, scallions and red peppers. He peeled and cubed the potatoes, started them cooking in some vegetable oil in a big fry pan, adding the red peppers, onion and sausage later, browning them all. When it looked close to done, he cracked six eggs, mixed in some cheese and scallions and poured everything into the fry pan, stirring occasionally to ensure the eggs scrambled evenly. Everything done, he divided it into two equal portions on two plates and handed me one, sitting beside me.
“Marion said, ‘My daughter doesn’t need you in prison, she needs a father. She needs a good father. Are you ready to be a good father to this little girl, no matter which of you planted her in my body.’ I told her I would be the very best father I could, and if she’d have me, I’d be the husband to replace the one she lost. I wept, crying at her feet, and she picked me up off the ground and said, ‘I’ve already forgiven you. I need you to be a man now. The time for regrets is past. I’ll accept your offer.’ So she married me and I’ve tried to be the best husband and father I could be, because I could never make up for what I’d done. It was only through her grace I was saved. I tried to protect you from what I was, and maybe I kept you too protected, too innocent. But I feel like I’m responsible, it’s my fault all this happened to you. The sins of the father.”
“Now, Henry. That’s too Old Testament for me. God sent his Son to take our sins and wash them away and through him you were saved. The God I believe in is a loving God and he wouldn’t need to visit your sins on our Brenda. These were evil man who haven’t found the Lord, acting of their own volition. Let’s not forget, my daughter may have inherited her love of sex from me. I’ve always had a fondness for the desires of the flesh. I’ve happily taken you unto myself on a regular basis I’ve loved it so much, even when you weren’t much in the mood. It sounds as if God has taken them for their wicked ways and they’re probably burning in hell as we speak. No. The past is the past and there’s nothing for it. The thing we need to do is get our baby girl out of this blue funk she’s in. I raised a fighter, not a quitter, and she’s quitting and I won’t have it. Brenda, I want you to get on your knees with me. You need to speak to God again.”
“Mother, I already told you I don’t feel close to God anymore.”
“You may not feel close to Him, but He’s close to you, whether you will it or not. Give me your hand and we’ll pray together. On your knees now.”
I took her hand and we knelt down. “Henry, you too. Take your daughter’s other hand and pray with me.”
He got down on his knees and offered his hand to me. I didn’t want to take it. I was still shocked and angry at his revelation.
“Brenda,” my mother said, “take your father’s hand. He’s done enough he’s earned your hand in this one thing. We need to pray together. It’s through our uplifted voices calling as one, God hears us best. Trust me in this. You will feel better.”
I took his hand and we all bowed our heads.
“Lord, we ask for Your divine intervention on behalf of our daughter, Brenda Goh. She’s recently suffered the travails of Job and her spirit is weak and unable to find You, her Heavenly Father, in her heart. I would ask, dear Lord, You send Your Spirit into her, to uplift her heart so she may find You again. Grant her Your strength, so she may endure all that’s happened to her and find her way into Your loving arms once more. Grant her soul Your serenity so she can find peace. Please forgive her sins of the flesh and strengthen her resolve so she’s able to resist their allure in the future. Let her find the understanding and forgiveness of Your Son so she may forgive her enemies and those who’ve hurt her. Open her heart to her earthly father who she feels has betrayed her in the means of her birth. Let her love him again as I love him as he has rued his evil past and tried to make amends by being the man he’s become. I ask this in the name of Your Son, Jesus, our Lord and Savior, who You sent to take our sins and make them His own, to die for us and remove our stain. In His name we pray, Amen.”
I don’t know how it happened, but as Mom prayed, it felt as if a great weight was lifted from my heart and I was freed of my despair and anguish. The great pain I was feeling started to melt away. It was so simple. I squeezed her hand and that of my father. He squeezed it back.
“Can you ever forgive me, Brenda?” Dad asked simply.
“I don’t know,” I honestly replied. “It’s a lot to take in. How did you forgive him, Mom?”
“He gave me my greatest treasure,” Mom said, “you. No matter how it occurred, the means by which you came to me; he gave me you. I couldn’t have asked for a better daughter. Maybe it’s why I could forgive him when he raped me. God let me know you were the blessing which would follow. It’s very seldom we’re given burdens greater than we can bear. That’s not to say we can just say a prayer and all is right. God helps those who help themselves. You need to see a therapist, Brenda. This is not something you should bear all by yourself. You feel guilt from the pleasure you took. Guilt is a terrible thing. It can bring you to seek forgiveness as your father did, or it can cause you to seek ruination; to wallow in your sins. So I recommend a steady diet of therapy as well as prayer.”
“Did you have a therapist?”
“I had a wise, compassionate pastor, a loving mother, and a good and saintly friend, Sister Mary.”
“Tiffany’s mother? I’ve heard you call her that before.”
“Mary was a young nun, who also suffered from desires of the flesh. She made love to a boy, Tiffany’s father, and became pregnant. She left the convent and married him and they had Tiffany. She understood the weakness a woman can suffer and helped me through a lot.”
“She’s Catholic and you’re Baptist.”
“I don’t believe God differentiates between us sinners. We’re all His children. What we call ourselves is of no more importance to Him than the words in a book. We’re called to him and each find our own way.”
“And now Tiffany has helped me.”
“Her mother taught her well. She will always be a good friend. It’s why she called us. She knew she needed help to reach you. We all need help once in awhile. Tiffany has recommended a good therapist. We need to make an appointment with her tomorrow. Your father and I will be staying for about a week or so, just to make sure you’re on the right path again. Oh, this is getting harder and harder on my knees,” Mom said. “I hope God won’t take it ill if I start praying from a seated position.”
She stood up, then helped pull me to my feet, then Dad. She hugged him.
“Help me make up our bed, Henry. I feel the need for some loving. It’s been a hard day.”
“Yes, dear.”
He smiled at me and whispered, “She forgave me. I hope you can too.”
They disappeared into the guest bedroom.
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I started therapy the next day, a loving and compassionate woman, experienced in helping victims of sexual abuse. I went twice a week for a month, then down to once a week. She’s helped me a lot.
I had a gathering for all my friends two weeks after Mom and Dad went home. I explained some of what happened to me, told them I’d bugged them and why. On the whole, they understood, though they’ve been a little chillier towards me than they used to be. I can’t say I blamed them, though they were happy I wasn’t the one who listened in on them. They were glad to know they’d been turned off as soon as we found Sydney was the culprit, and happier still when I removed the bugs from their homes. The chill seems like it’s starting to thaw and I’m so happy because I cared for them so much. I was closer to Maria now than I used to be, but she was the first one to find out and steered me in the right direction. I’d licked her cunt, I’m sorry, pussy, and that was a bond I didn’t share with any of the others. It was something I hadn’t repeated, but Maria knew I wasn’t into girls and didn’t expect a return engagement. Still sex was sex, and I suppose we always feel a little closer to one we’ve shared it with.
Tiffany has been stalwart, a rock of Gibraltar. I couldn’t ask for a better friend.
My divorce finally went through. Tan gave me everything I asked for. His family was more resistant, but they eventually capitulated. I was a quasi-wealthy woman. Tan enclosed a letter with the divorce decree. I hadn’t spoken to him since the day he walked in on me.
In the letter, he apologized for what he’d done. As I somewhat expected, Oliver had used the leverage he’d gained from knowing of Tan’s family’s incest from Geoff to leverage Tan into turning me over to Oliver. Geoff had a bigger part to play than I realized. He was friends with Oliver from the Club and when he found out about Tan’s family, helped give Oliver the blackmail material needed to control the Goh’s. When Geoff heard Tan say I was a virgin and unwilling to have sex with him, Geoff told Oliver, which is when he became interested in me. Tan told me Oliver really did seem to believe in the sex magic bullshit, and Tan had believed it at first, but what he’d thought was magic, was probably Oliver blackmailing people to do what he’d wanted. He’d found out afterwards his junior partnership was given to him because his boss was blackmailed into giving it, in addition to the ‘carrot’ of having sex with me, which opened the boss to even more blackmail. He believed Oliver talked about sex magic so much to make people believe he had special powers, whereas he mostly had good blackmail recordings.
Kathy and Stan were chosen to help control me. Both had long associations with Oliver. He confirmed what we already knew from the conversation held in Sydney’s room that both Stan and Kathy had sex with me while I was drugged. He also admitted to never having left the US, working for his company in Memphis where they had a branch office, staying in a hotel there. Oliver’s idea to make him lie about it. He also admitted Sydney frequently came to Memphis to have sex with him while he was away from me.
Tan said Oliver told him to demand a child earlier than we planned. It was to put pressure on me and make me more frantic and prone to errors in judgment, thus resulting in my alteration of my agreement.
Tan said he and the rest of his family were all moving, him to the west coast, the rest going elsewhere. He said he wasn’t having sex with them anymore, though I wasn’t sure I believed it. He told me he really had loved me and the whole thing hadn’t been the fraud it felt like. He realized he was sick and was seeing someone for it. He asked me to forgive him, but I’m not my Mom, no matter how much I pray, so I question if I’ll ever forgive him. He said JackAss crushed his testicles rather badly when he kneed him in the groin and he may never be able to have children.
Probably for the best if his line died with him, and I wished Sydney was sterile as well. In all, it was a rather open and honest confession, about two years too late, by my estimation. If I’d known about the incest, I’d never have married him, nor would any other decent human being.
With the money from my divorce, I repaid Tiffany back for all the money she paid to CapOn Investigations. Jolene remains my close friend and I’ve never asked about Stan and Kathy’s boating accident. It’s none of my business really, and probably deserved if she did do it. What they’d done, including using a date rape drug on a young, vulnerable woman meant they were not good people.
Not wanting to do nothing with my time just because I had some money, I started swimming again, and using Suki’s connections, started working as a live model. Sometimes, I was nude, other times, I wasn’t. Being nude wasn’t much of a problem for me anymore. The pay was good and I was used to holding still for long periods of time.
There was a knock on my door about four weeks after my divorce was final. I was expecting Jolene so I was surprised to see JackAss at the door.
“JackAss, it’s so good to see you. Won’t you come in?”
“Thanks. I’d love to.”
“What brings you to my neck of the woods?”
“Your divorce is final, I understand.”
“Yes, about a month ago.”
“You didn’t call me. You were supposed to call me when you were divorced.”
“Ah, yes. Unfinished business. I’m sorry. I should have remembered.” I started to remove my top. “You’ve earned a good fuck. I’ll be happy to supply it. Let’s go into the bedroom and get comfortable.” I was working on the front clasp of my bra.
JackAss grabbed my hand before I set my breasts free. “I didn’t come here to fuck. That’s not my unfinished business.”
I looked up at him. “What is your unfinished business?” I asked.
“To date.” I looked up at him stupidly. “I want to go on a date with you. You’re free now. You can date anyone you want. I’d like you to go out with me.”
“You want a date?”
“Yes, ma’am I do. And could you put your blouse back on. Your boobs are distracting me.”
I started buttoning up my blouse again. “Why would you want to go out on a date with me? You know what I became, what I am? I’m a whore now. You saw me fucking nine different men is this very apartment.”
“Well, Brenda, I disagree. I do not believe you’re a whore at all. I want to go on a date for the same reason most other people go on dates; to check our compatibility to determine if we should get married.”
“You would want to marry me after knowing what you know?”
“I believe so, yes ma’am, but we would have to date first to see if we’re simpatico. Might be we hate each other’s guts. Only way to try it out is to date. Besides, I don’t know if you’re any good in bed.”
“You’re wondering if I’m any good in bed?”
“Well, I don’t want to take some other fellows word for it. I have to check for myself. But there’s a progression to these things. We don’t start with the sex part. We have to see if we like one another first. If we do, the sex follows. I understand in most cases there’s no sex until after at least the third date. I’m a traditional guy. I can wait.”
“You saw me getting fucked in three holes, like 57 times by 49 different cocks in one 15 hour period, and you don’t think I’m a whore?”
“Well, now. It may be you’re a whore and I don’t recognize the symptoms. Answer me a couple questions.”
“Shoot.”
“How many men have you fucked since the day your husband walked in on you?”
“None,” I admitted.
“It’s been like six months now, right.”
“Six and a half, but who’s counting.”
“No sex for six and a half months.”
“I’ve masturbated.”
“Me too, and I don’t think I’m a whore.”
“What about all the people I fucked before that day? All the times I climaxed when they were fucking me.”
“Well, you do realize most people have a sexual history before they got married, right? I hope you don’t think you’d be marrying a virgin if we got hitched?”
“No. I don’t think you’re a virgin.”
“You know. Every time I had sex, I orgasmed. Sometimes before I was ready, much to my everlasting shame. I always wanted to show my partner a good time.”
“It’s different for men. Our biology is different.”
“Yes, and no. Different but the same. We were all born with the ability to enjoy sex. I know. Men and women are supposed to be different, but you would agree we all have the ability to enjoy sex, right?”
“Yes. I would agree with that.”
“Now supposing I was tied up and you wanted to have sex with me, and I didn’t want to. Do you think I could keep from cumming just because I didn’t want to?”
“No. I’m pretty sure I could make you cum. But deep down, you might want to have sex with me. It makes a difference.”
“Supposing it was a man sucking my cock and I didn’t want to cum because I don’t want men sucking my dick. Do you think I wouldn’t cum?”
“Not if he was any good at sucking cock.”
“There you go. How am I different from you?”
“Men and women are different. We work differently. It’s not the same.”
“You already agreed we were both born the ability to enjoy sex. It’s what makes us different from animals.”
“I was raped and I enjoyed it.”
“And the man who was sucking me off wouldn’t be raping me? I hope you don’t think so little of my gender identification.”
“We’re different,” I protested. “We just are.”
“No, we’re not, Brenda. If you were a real whore, you’d have fucked a hundred different men by now and maybe a few women too. You went through something bad in your life, and it sucked and you orgasmed in spite of it. Tough shit. Oliver had a degree in psychology, did you know that? Some European place which is why it wasn’t on his first summary. Eton, I think, the same place Alister went to college which is where Oliver probably decided to adopt him as his father. I don’t think his mother knew who his father was. She was an actual whore, unlike you. He knew how to twist you up and turn you inside out. It was his specialty, not sex magic, just bullshit. He knew how to make you feel bad about yourself. It-is-not-your-fault. You-are-not-a-whore. Get over it.”
“Okay.”
“Okay, what?”
“Okay, I’ll go on a date with you.”
“I don’t usually have this much trouble getting someone to go out with me. Usually, they’re a little more willing. With you, it was like pulling teeth. Will tonight be okay?”
“I can’t. I was expecting Jolene to come over.”
“Oooh, about that. She’s not coming over.”
“Why not.”
“I didn’t tell you. My new job is with CapON Investigations. They decided they needed a full time computer guy on their staff. Got the job a few months ago. I asked Jolene to keep it a secret until we saw everything worked out. Turns out; it worked out great. Anyway, Jolene has to tail someone tonight and she can’t make it, so she sent me in her place. Since you have nothing better to do, I’m thinking date night.”
“I’m not dressed for a date.”
“I can wait. I’ve waited this long, I can wait a little longer. How long will it take you?”
“An hour, maybe less, depending on how snazzy you want me to be.”
“I don’t really need snazzy.”
“Well, you’ve seen me with cum dripping out of my cunt and ass, so I’m not surprised, but if I’m going out on a first date, I’d like to make a good first impression.”
“Snazzy it is. I’ll be waiting right here.” He patted the couch. “You know, if we decide to get married, you’re going to have to give up the nude modeling. I don’t mind the other stuff that much, but a woman should save her nudity for her husband.”
“Do tell.”
“Absolutely. Ask your mother. I’m sure she’ll agree with me.”
“Have you been talking to my parents?”
“Well, I had to tell them I was seeking your hand in marriage. I’m a traditional guy.”
“Of course you are.”
“At least three dates. More if we’re not sure yet.”
“I’ll be right out.”
“Take your time. I’ll be waiting right here.” He leaned back on the couch. “I want to see what you look like if you’re trying to impress me.”
As I walked away, I started shedding my clothes. I was nude before I hit the bedroom. I turned to him and winked. JackAss laughed, and I started getting ready for our date.
We went on 5 dates before we slept together. JackAss wanted to be sure I was ready for sex again. He was such a gentleman, until he wasn’t. Holy moly, that man could fuck. Sexual compatibility was no issue. We were married 6 months after our first date at the office of a Justice of the Peace. No more big weddings, though Tiffany was still my Maid of Honor. Well, Matron of Honor. She got married before my second and was a month pregnant when JackAss and I tied the knot. Phil was his best man. It felt odd knowing the best man had seen me naked and fucking the day I got my revenge on Tan, but JackAss didn’t care and it was never talked about. We didn’t go to St. Lucia for our honeymoon. We went to Pensacola, Florida instead, not too far away from where my parents lived. They came to visit one evening on our honeymoon and we went out to dinner. I’ve forgiven Dad. If Mom could, I could. I still don’t know if he’s my real father, or it was the other fellow that raped my Mom. He could be though. I’ll never tell anyone else. I wonder if Tiffany’s Mom, Mary, knew. If she did, she never told Tiffany, or if Tiffany knew, she never told me.
JackAss and I have two children now. A boy, JackAss Jr., the oldest at 5, and a girl, Marion, after my Mother, now 3 years old. There’s another bun in the oven, a girl, who I’ll name Tiffany, after my very good friend. The boy looks so much like his father and Marion looks a little like me, but her hair is prettier, JackAss’s blonde, not my mousy brown. We’re planning on one more. I’m a very happy woman, and if I sometimes dream of another cock in me besides JackAss’s, I say a little prayer and get over it, because I love the cock I have and the man attached to it. I thought I’d lost love when I learned Tan betrayed me and no one would ever want a whore. Turns out I was wrong and the happier for it.
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The Novice
Audrey knelt before Mother Superior, head bowed. She was visibly distressed by Mother’s continued refusal to allow her to take her vows and become a nun.
“I know you think me harsh, child, to refuse you this again,” Mother Superior said softly, running a lightly caressing hand over the turned down head.
“Please, Mother, do not think I question your judgment and wisdom. But I am not idle, my voice is considered pleasing by the other members of the choir, my embroidery is moderate, I…is it because of my illegitimacy?” Her lower lip trembled as she murmured the last words.
She had never known her natural mother, an unmarried bar wench who had died giving birth to Audrey. No relatives or a father had come forward to claim the babe for their own, so the convent had taken in the sickly babe with open arms.
“Audrey, you are soft hearted, gentle and obedient, and worthy of our convent. It is not this I question, but whether your destiny lies with us.”
“What?” Audrey gasped tremulously. “St Agatha’s is my home, my family. It is here that I have been raised, fed and clothed, educated and given shelter. I wish to devote my life to St Agatha’s for the gifts given to me. My destiny lies here!”
“Then my request will not alter your destiny, " Mother said firmly yet kindly.
“But…”
“Audrey, neither Father nor I refuse your wish lightly. Nor are we sending you St Helen’s as some form of punishment. Should you wish to return after a years passing and take your vows, you may do so with our full blessing.”
“Truly?” Audrey whispered, sweet smile lighting up her delicate features as she raised her face to gaze up at the graying woman with beseeching eyes. “Then I may become a nun?”
Mother smiled in return, unable to resist Audrey’s warmth and charm. “Yes, Audrey, if that is still your wish.”
“Thank you…Thank you…Thank you!” Audrey cried as she leapt to her feet and wrapped her arms around the small frail woman who was like a mother to her.
Mother chuckled at Audrey’s enthusiasm. “Run along now, child, lest I can’t bear to see you go and change my mind.”
The old nun smiled sadly as she watched the young novice leave her chamber, and again asked herself had they made the right decision in sending her to St Helen’s?
Audrey was sweet and obedient, and cursed with an exquisite beauty that drew eyes to her whenever she went. Her creamy skin and silken chestnut waves were enough to draw attention unbecoming to a nun, yet the guileless dark blue eyes and pink bow mouth could only invite temptation among the men of the parish. The old nun knew it would serve her ill.
Mother knew Audrey needed a strong protector, fearing that a man who happened upon her alone in the deserted fields around St Agatha’s would not be able to resist Audrey’s sweet allure. The priest was old, unable to pose as a threat to any man who dared sample one of God’s servants.
The priest at St Helen’s was young, and a force to be reckoned with among village folk. And as much as Mother was terribly worried over sending Audrey from the protective confines of St Agatha’s to a bustling towns, she prayed that living among people would open Audrey’s eyes to a world outside of prayers and duties. And perhaps, in time, her beauty would attract a young man with moderate means willing to wed her.
Many questions about her new home for which there were no answers plagued her in the week it had taken to travel to St Helen’s by carriage. And now, as she sat silently with folded hands in her novice’s habit and white hood, her small wooden trunk at her feet, she felt as though she had entered a different world.
She gazed about the large hall in awe, noting the exquisite high arch windows filled with glorious colours, the grey stonewalls hung with richly woven tapestries, the solid timber furnishing and scattered rugs. A fire flickered in the large fireplace, adding to the warmth of the charming hall that was so different from St Agatha’s modest and austere surroundings.
Taking a deep, calming breath as she patiently waited for Father Mathews to greet her, she told herself firmly that time would pass quickly and soon she would take her vows with Mother’s blessing. Audrey knew with all her heart that she would still wish to be a nun when her time at St Helen’s was up, yet she would gladly do this for Mother and put any fears of her unsuitability to rest.
As Audrey sat silently, she slowly became aware of low moans and gasping cries coming from a partially open door at the far end of the hall that she knew to be Father Mathew’s chambers. She chewed on her lower lip, wondering at the strange, animal-like sounds. She tried to convince herself that someone must be pouring out their grief to Father Mathews, yet as the moans grew in intensity, a small frown marred her delicate features.
She squirmed where she sat, feeling their desperation and urgency wash over her, touching something deep inside. Finally she could bear it no longer, her curiosity driving her to her feet. Could Father Mathews have injured himself and be laying in pain, unable to call for help?
Swiftly and silently she crossed the hall to pause hesitantly outside of the priest’s chamber. She knocked twice and waited anxiously for a response. When there was no answer, only husky cries, Audrey drew up her courage and pressed the door open fearfully.
Her breath caught in her throat at the scene before her. A woman, her habit pushed up around waist, lay on a large mahogany desk, her soft thighs spread wide apart, the dark curls at their apex glistening with moisture. Audrey’s lips parted on a silent gasp as she caught sight of the nun’s hand thrusting a smooth, thick marble column between her thighs with urgent frenzy.
Audrey’s knuckles turned white where they gripped the door as her wide eyes were drawn in their own accord to the lush pink folds spread wide before her. She had heard whispers at St Agatha’s of nun’s touching themselves in sinful places, sometime inserting objects as a means to pay tribute to the devil. She had not understood the acts that had been whispered to her, yet even now she still recalled the wicked palpitation of pleasure she had felt between her thighs at the nun’s strange words.
Audrey felt that same heady weakness wash over her as she gazed upon nun’s ministrations, her lips parted softly as the nun’s obvious delight as she moaned and writhed on the table, her face red and scrunched up.
Audrey dragged her eyes away, only to find herself caught by the dark grey gaze of a man. He sat leaning back in a deep leather chair, his long tapered fingers beneath his chin. Long wavy blonde hair brushed against his priest’s collar, framing an intelligent face that hinted of cruelty. She felt pinned beneath the intensity of his gaze, stripped, her every thought transparent.
As she stood there, feeling her heart pound beneath her breast, the sound of soft cries slowly penetrated her drowning thoughts. Horror welled up inside of her, her cheeks stained pink as she tore her gaze from the priest and stumbled from the chamber.
She made her way back to pew on shaky legs, filled with shame and a deep mortification on intruding what must be the nun’s private confession to the priest.
She sunk down on the pew and squeezed her eyes shut, unable to evade the wicked images of the glistening marble sliding in and out of the pink channel between the nun’s spread thighs. Audrey had never dared to touch herself in that sinful place, yet sometimes a deep yearning overcame her when she was bathing or dressing, and she fought the temptation to stroke the soft pink lips with their silky down.
Her head lifted as the door to Father Mathew’s chamber opened, and a slightly rumpled and flushed nun appeared. Spying Audrey, the nun quickly walked to where she sat and said with a glowing smile
“Father Mathews is ready to see you now.” The nun bobbed slightly before hurrying off, and Audrey gazed after her, a dozen questions filling her mind.