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On Tuesday morning, Oliver had another triple penetration planned. I couldn't see the other participants, so assumed they were more famous people or men who couldn't afford for me to know who they were anymore than I wanted them to know who I was. Oliver was not one of the three and I could hear him snapping photos as the other three used me over and over. Each of them wanted to fuck me in every one of my holes and with the recovery time they needed between fuckings, it took every bit of three hours before they were done. I was sore and covered in cum when they stopped. It didn't stop Oliver from using me after they left. He fucked my cunt, coating his cock with the sperm of the other three before shoving his cum crusted cock down my throat to finish him.

He sent me away without allowing me to shower as he had someone else coming over. I wondered if it was another poor unfortunate soul like me, or like one of the three who'd just used me. I used the towels I'd taken to keeping in my car to wipe myself off as best I could before going to Tiffany's, but I was still a cum covered mess when I knocked on her door. My mascara had run, my lipstick was smeared from their cocks and I was oozing cum from my cunt and ass, in addition to the cum in my hair from when one of them had given my a facial.

Tiffany opened the door and stared at my disarray.

"Fuck, Brooke. What happened to you?"

"I'll tell you in a few minutes. I have to use your shower before I do anything else."

"You know where it is." She let me pass, practically holding her nose I reeked so bad of sex.

Maria saw me as I passed through the living room and actually broke out in tears seeing me, knowing what I'd just gone through. I didn't cry yet. I needed to get my story out before I started blubbering again. I took a thorough shower, washing myself thoroughly. My clothes were filthy, so I asked Tiffany if I could borrow something of hers so I wouldn't have to put mine on again, at least until I left. She gave me something. All of her things were a little short on me, but some where long enough to do in a pinch. When I was dressed, I joined them in the living room after getting some ice water for myself. I sat down beside Maria, facing Tiffany and started my story.

I finished and Tiffany said, "What the fuck!"

Maria asked, "Was today bad?"

"Worse than some days, better than others. I only had to satisfy three men in all of my holes. At least I wasn't performing for anyone else except Oliver today. Knowing others are watching me fuck is always the worst. When Oliver and his friend fucked me across the street from Tanner's office was the worst one ever. Knowing Tanner and everyone of his other co-workers I'd ever met were watching made it bad. I'm only glad they didn't know who I was."

"How did he pull that off?" Tiffany asked.

"Do you know what a merken is?"

"Fake pubic hair, isn't it?" Maria said. "Actresses use them."

"Yes, though I didn't know what it was before wearing one. I was wearing one in addition to a mask covering most of my face. Tanner knows I'm bare and have been since before the wedding. He knew it was someone who looked similar to me, but didn't realize it was me because of the fake fur."

"Jesus, Brooke!" She looked at Maria. "How did you find out?"

"Oliver had her performing at the LGBT benefit at My Sister's Room. She licked my vagina before she knew it was me."

Tiffany stared at her for a minute, then at me. "Is this true?"

"Unfortunately. At the time, Maria didn't know I was being forced. I was doing crazy shit and she took the opportunity to partake of my performance. She thought it was something I was willingly doing. I don't blame her. I'm sure Suki and Erin would have done the same with as little knowledge of what was happening. I suspect they all have a little sexual fondness for me."

"Why didn't you say something earlier?"

Maria answered for me. "The picture which started everything was taken here at the bachelorette party, when Jeremy's cock went into Brooke's mouth."

Tiffany's eyes went wide. "Oh, shit. One of us had to take it!"

"Bingo."

"And you thought we...me...one of us took the picture used to blackmail you?"

"It's why I asked if you had a video surveillance system," I said. "The picture was taken inside the room."

"And you collected all the phones and cameras before the party," Maria said. "Theoretically, no one should have had something to take pictures with, but a picture existed regardless."

"Fuck, Brooke. You think I took the picture, don't you? It's why you wanted to talk to me."

"If I did, Tiffany, I wouldn't be talking to you. The first few pictures were taken surreptitiously by something called a nanny cam. The metadata Oliver left on the pictures showed it was from these tiny spy cameras. Anyone could have taken the picture. At one time, I didn't know who I could trust, but Maria convinced me I had to trust someone and I can't believe you would ever do anything to harm me. It can't be you. I know that now."

Tiffany started crying and I started crying and we hung onto each other and started sobbing our hearts out. Maria started crying again on the couch. It took about fifteen minutes before we collected ourselves and could start to talk to each other.

"I'm ashamed it even happened at my party, Brooke," Tiffany said, sniffling.

"I know you are, because that's the kind of friend you are."

"No wonder you didn't want anything to do with us after the wedding."

"Just trying to get my feet under me and figure things out. I'm sorry I didn't figure it out earlier."

I received a text. I looked at it and it was from Oliver. Another movie of me from this morning. I showed it to them and they stared aghast at what happened to me, starting to cry again.

"You orgasm while they fuck you," Maria said.

"I know," I said simply. "It makes it a thousand times worse knowing I'm receiving pleasure from the act of my rape. Oliver knows how much I hate it and makes sure to rub it in my face. Every movie he sends me shows every time I cum. My private eye, Jolene Baxter, who helped me find out it was Oliver blackmailing me, said Oliver ensures I cum to make sure I lose all my self-respect. She was raped herself once when she was younger and the fact she orgasmed allowed her rapist escape justice. She assures me that with the proper sexual stimulation, everyone will orgasm, no matter if it's coerced or not. I am having such a hard time believing I'm not some slut or whore because I cum all the time, but Jolene said as long as I don't want the act to repeat itself, I'm not a whore. I want this to end so much. It's all I can hang onto."

"Maybe we can help you figure out who took the picture," Tiffany said. "Do you still have the picture?"

"No. When I blew Oliver in the church, I thought I was done with it. I destroyed the picture and the phone it was on before I left the church. I still have the one he sent me from my wedding and every other one since."

"Do you remember it?" Maria asked.

"Until my dying day," I replied. "It was my right profile, unless they reversed the picture, slightly below my face, depending on how far away it was. Picture quality wasn't great although you could see clearly it was me."

"Where were you sitting?" Maria asked.

I walked to the spot I believed it to be, picturing the other people in the room and where they were sitting. Tiffany brought a chair and placed it on the spot. She sat down on the chair facing in the direction I'd been sitting.

"Move to the side there and see where you think the picture was taken from."

Tiffany sat facing out to the room as I maneuvered around. "Well, you're a little shorter than I am, but I'm thinking it was from this general vicinity."

Tiffany turned her head to look. "I can't remember anything being over there. Maria, can you think of anything in that general area?"

Maria shook her head, no. "Sorry. I can't think of anything. Maybe we need to approach it from a different way."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Well, I wouldn't know how to do any of the things we're talking about. Set up nanny cams on wireless signals and send it to a computer. Set up phones which can text you from unknown numbers. Who's the most technologically competent person who was here?"

Tiffany and I looked at each other and both said "Taylor" at the same time.

"Come on," Maria said. "She's one of your oldest friends. The only people you've been friends with longer is are Donna, Yvonne and of course, Tiffany. What reason would she have to do this?"

"What reason does anyone have to do this to me?" I said. "You're all my friends. I don't think I've ever done anything to make any of you my enemies, but if you ask me who's the most gizmo savvy, it's got to be Taylor."

"Well, maybe it's not as difficult as I think. Just because I can't do it, doesn't mean some other non-nerd can't. Maybe you can watch a couple movies on YouTube and figure it out. What about Sydney?"

"Tanner's sister, Sydney? She's a little nerdier than most of the rest of you, but I can't figure out why she'd do it," I responded. "If Tanner found out what I was doing, he'd be devastated. Why would she do it to him? They seem to care a great deal for each other, better than most siblings I know."

"Jealousy?" Maria asked. "She's not really doing anything to Tanner unless he finds out. She'd be doing it to you. Maybe she doesn't like you because Tanner loves you."

"I don't know. That sounds awfully close to incest," Tiffany said. "They seem close, but not that close."

"I can't see it," I said, "but anything's possible I guess. The only person I know the motivation of is Oliver. He's been honest about it. He admits he wanted to turn me from a virginal young woman into a slut. Says it's good for his sex magic. Everything he's done has followed with his stated intents. He's taken my oral virginity, my anal virginity, made me lick my first cunt, arranged for double and triple penetrations, worked me at a glory hole and fucked me or had me fucked in front of strangers and in front of my husband. Everything he's done has followed his path to my total debauchery. If I had a brother or sister, he'd probably be having me fuck them as well. There's nothing so perverted it's beyond the pale."

"Wait a minute," Tiffany said. "Sex magic. This is the first you've said anything about any magic."

"Oliver believes himself to be the son of a man named Aleister Crowley, spelling A-l-e-i-s-t-e-r. You can look him up in Wikipedia. Aleister died in the forties and Oliver was born in the eighties, but he still believes Aleister was his father because his sperm was preserved by sex magic, though Aleister spelled it m-a-g-i-c-k to differentiate it from mere sleight of hand. The first time I was triple penetrated, Oliver said it was sex magic to get Tanner a promotion. A couple weeks later, Tanner got a promotion. I don't know if it was the result of Oliver's sex magic or a fucking coincidence. I know how hard Tanner works. He probably earned the promotion."

"Why would Oliver care if Tanner was promoted?" Maria asked.

"He said he felt guilty for debasing his wife, turning him into a cuckold. I doubt Oliver can feel guilty about anything, but that's what he said."

"This is so fucked up," Tiffany said.

"You don't have to convince me," I said.

"Anyone else you might suspect?" Tiffany said.

"I suspected everyone and no one," I said.

"Would you have posed for Shizuko if none of this had happened?" Maria asked.

"Probably not. I wanted a reason to get out of the house to make it harder for Oliver to use me when we were still trying to find out who it was, but he figured a way to get around it anyway. He was tracking me through the butt plugs in my ass to start, then phoning me and intercepting me to and from my home so I had no time to prepare and my home couldn't be watched. But Suki wouldn't have known I would try to get out of the house as a result. Even if she did, I could have easily looked for a job or started volunteer work someplace."

"How's her painting coming?" Tiffany asked.

"She's mostly finished with the second commissioned piece. I'm done with it, but she has a couple things to touch up which she's working on in the evenings. She's planning another party when she gets paid. We've started Tanner's painting now."

"The one you didn't want around the house?" Tiffany asked.

"Yeah, though given what's happened to me since, I'm not sure I care that much anymore. A little painted nudity seems pretty minor in comparison to everything else. After all, I've licked Maria's cunt now," I said, grimacing at Maria.

"Can I be jealous," Tiffany said, "you licked Maria's cunt and not mine?"

"You can be as jealous as you want. Just don't expect me to even things up for you."

Our laughter was rather weak.

"Instead of thinking Taylor had something to do with this because she's the most nerd savvy," Maria said; "maybe we should use her to figure out who did it. You'll have to trust her enough to tell her, but she might be your best bet to figure it out."

"You did trust me," Tiffany said. "Maybe you need to trust some of the others."

"I'll think about it. I'm getting worried since Tanner wants me to get pregnant. He wants me off the pill and I doubt I can ask everyone fucking me to wear a condom."

"It doesn't get any better, does it?" Tiffany asked.

"Not a bit."