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"Maybe he wasn't satisfied with 'almost' anything," Jolene said. "We're still not sure if Oliver didn't press Tanner into doing this. It may not have been Tanner's idea. Given Tanner's been fucking his sister and his parents, both items being prime blackmail material, it's possible he was pushed into doing this."

"He's fucking his parents, too?"

"Oh, yes. The Mason's are one big happy family. That's clear later on this same tape, plus their participation in some of the tasks you had to perform."

I still couldn't wrap my head around it. "My father-in-law fucked me?"

"Yes, Brooke. He did," Tiffany said, still stroking my face.

I sat up. "I want to see the rest of it; the recording from last night."

"Are you sure, Brooke? It doesn't get any prettier," Jolene said. "It was pretty wide ranging."

"Yes. I want to see how and why they all used me."

Tiffany and Jolene nodded to Jackson and he started the tape again from where he'd stopped it previously. It was shortly after they'd started fucking. Mr. and Mrs. Mason came into the room and watched their daughter get fucked by three men, including their son. Mrs. Mason cupped Oliver's and Tanner's sacks as they plowed into their daughter. Mr. Mason played with Sydney's tits. Sydney had three powerful orgasms as we watched. I could sympathize with her, knowing how she felt. When all the men had their own, filling all three of Sydney's fuck holes, the grunts and groans sounded like a mass of pigs in a pig sty, all fighting for the slops in their food troughs. When the men pulled out, Mr. Mason licked the cum from his daughter's cunt and ass; Mrs. Mason cleaned the cum from her son's cock and Geoff sucked Oliver's dick, cleaning it. The elderly Mason's left after and the other four talked about me primarily.

In their conversation, I learned Kathy and Stan were part of their group. Kathy chosen to become my confidante, sounding like a friend when she was really trying to push me to accept my fate and keep me from doing anything stupid like kill myself until I'd been turned into their slut. While the suggestion to hire a private detective had been Kathy's to stop me from suicide, she was hoping to recommend one they had control over. When I chose one myself, she warned everyone I might hire someone and they wouldn't be controllable. It caused Oliver to take all the precautions which made him so fucking hard to catch. She was also a card mechanic who ensured I lost our game of strip poker and I'd been given Flunitrazepam or Rohypnol, and "roofied" during our card game. Both Stan and Kathy had fucked me that night as their reward for their help. Tanner monitored my e-mails and when I ran out of money, they'd all breathed a sigh of relief. They hadn't reckoned Jolene would continue working my case when my money ran out, so Oliver was caught anyway.

Every dirty, disgusting thing I'd done, Tanner had a copy of. I'd say he might have used them to masturbate by, but with unlimited access to his sister, masturbation wasn't really necessary. She'd been fucking him during his trip to "Osaka," and the reason for her being out of town so frequently while he was gone. She was up in Memphis sharing his hotel room and watching as we masturbated for each other, cleaning up the mess Tanner made when he climaxed. I also learned "Election Day" at the Club would be the culmination of all their work. After that, I'd be ready for whatever they wanted of me.

I was crying the whole time I watched their conversation of my betrayal, but I didn't faint anymore and I watched the whole fucking thing, getting more and more angry every moment. It ended and Jackson turned it off.

"I'm going to kill him," I said. "I'm going to tear his balls off."

"Not yet," Jolene said. "We still need to know if anything special happens to the video files from the club of whatever happens to Brooke there. If there's someone else we need to worry about, some lawyer or something who handles the 'special blackmail files' they're recording there. We don't really care about the others, but Brooke's are another story."

"We have another way to stop it now," Jackson said. "We know something terrible will happen to her at the Club. We have enough material to blackmail Tanner and his family into stopping it. Why let them do to Brooke whatever they plan on doing there?"

"We can stop the Mason's, but I'm not convinced they're in charge. I think Oliver is still pulling the fucking strings," Jolene said. "To stop Oliver, we have to know."

"If we allow her to go there," Tiffany said, "we're abetting her debasement as much as Tanner did."

"She's already gone through so much," Jackson argued, "how can we let her go through anymore."

"I'll do it," I said. "Actually; I want to do it."

"That's just the shock of your betrayal talking," Tiffany said. "I can't imagine what you've gone through already, how horrible it's been. One more thing might be the final straw on the camel's back. Oliver thinks it's going to twist you fully and completely into whatever they've been trying to turn you into. What if they're successful?"

"Then they're successful. Oliver and Tanner will have won. But I don't think they will. My hate and anger runs so deep and hot right now, I can't imagine me succumbing. It's one thing, Tiffany. One thing. Considering everything else I've been through, how can one more thing be the final straw? I want to make sure we have Oliver and everyone else by the balls. If Jolene thinks we need this, we need it. She's the only one who's been through anything like this and she survived it. I'll survive it too, as long as I know they're all as fucked as I was. I want to know what one thing Oliver thinks he can spring on me to make me his fucking puppet. I want to do this. Don't try and stop me; any of you."

Tiffany looked so sadly at me, I wanted to cry again. She said, "It's your decision, Brooke. You haven't had a lot of them recently, so I won't stand in your way."

"I still think we're making a mistake, letting her go there," Jackson said, "but if the consensus is to proceed, I guess I'll help."

"I've arranged for you to meet with a divorce attorney at my house tomorrow," Tiffany said. "She's the best one in Atlanta, a fucking shark. Everyone hates her."

"Okay." She was right. I couldn't stay married to Tanner now. He was the enemy and fucking his own parents and sister. Just thinking it made me ill.

"Be there at one PM. We've got the whole afternoon to talk about your situation."

My situation. Like I'd wrecked a car and had to rent a new one while the old one got fixed. That was a situation, right? Or I was having an argument with a friend and someone had to help me repair our relationship. That was a situation. What was this? My husband was complicit in turning me into a whore for the entire world to fuck? Was this a situation? Or something more, something darker, like a disease? Wasting me away, melting my flesh, rotting my organs. That would be more than a situation, right? A life altering disaster of biblical proportions, like the flood or the apocalypse? Brooke's situation.

"I'll be there." Hold onto your anger, Brooke. I could feel myself sinking into a state of I don't give a fuck anymore; total malaise. I needed to clutch my anger and rage with both hands and grasp it tight to my heart so I could fuck some people up: Everyone who'd done what they'd done to me. I didn't want to lose that until I'd had my revenge. After it was over, I could sink into a well of despair, but not before. Now, my heart needed to be ice and I needed to hold on until it was done.

"I thank you all for coming over. I know it was hard for you to share this with me, so I can't tell you how much I appreciate your help," I said. "You can leave now. I'll be okay."

No one wanted to leave me alone. "I can spend the night with you, Brooke," Tiffany said. "It's no biggie."

Both Jackson and Jolene offered to stay longer as well. We still hadn't touched the pizza. I handed them both a box of pizza. "Take it home. I won't be able to eat any now. Tiffany. I thank you with all my heart, but you don't need to stay. I'm not going to do anything stupid, I promise. Not until after Tuesday at least. I've already promised I'm going to go there. I need some time alone to think and to plan. As you might expect, it's been quite the shock, but I'll get past it eventually. I suppose I owe you for the pizza since I was unconscious when they delivered it. How much?"

"You don't have to repay me, Brooke. It's a fucking pizza, for God's sake. I don't think you should be alone right now."

I handed her fifty dollars. "I'm letting you pay for Jolene's help. I'm not letting you pay for the pizza as well."

She sighed in exasperation, taking the money. "Fine. You can pay for the pizza. I still don't think you should be alone."

"If I were going to kill myself, I could wait until you were asleep and put a bullet in my brain. Don't worry so much."

"I'm not so much worried about suicide as you going over to Tanner's house and killing everyone there. Or Oliver's for that matter. We finally have a handle on this and I think the nightmare will be over soon. I just don't want you to be alone."

"Well, it is the more valid concern in all honesty, but I promise to behave myself for a short time. If it makes you feel better, you can stay for awhile, but I don't want you to spend the night. I'll survive this."

Tiffany agreed she'd go home around midnight, so I let her stay. She showed the others out of the door and she returned to the couch and we talked about anything else. I told her Suki was almost finished with the last painting, but there was no way Tanner was going to have it. Nor did I want another painting of me floating around Atlanta, so I'd have to figure something else to do with it. I asked her if she'd said anything to the others about my 'situation'.

"Not my place to say," Tiffany said. "You'll need to tell them in your own way and own time."

"You're showing an incredible amount of restraint. Heaven knows it a real juicy tidbit."

"This is not some idle gossip, Brooke. This is your life. It's horrible and it's been done to you by people who should have been looking after you. It's the worst sort of betrayal. I don't know if I could have survived the same sort of thing. I'd want to die. It's why I'm worried about you."

"I don't want to die." Yet. "I want to get even."

"And I'll help you. We're going to nail these bastards to the wall."

"Sure we are, Tiffany. I want to thank you from the bottom of my poor shriveled up heart for everything you've done for me. I don't know if I deserve a friend like you, but I thank my lucky stars I've got you. I'd like to take a nap now. The last few days have been pretty rough." I kissed her, full on the lips. "I love you."

"Sure. I love you too," Tiffany said. "Come on. Let's get you to bed."

I laughed. "Come on along then, Ms. Swenson, if you don't think I can make it into bed on my own. I haven't even had anything to drink. I think I can get my bra off all by myself."

Tiffany laughed too, but she followed me into my bedroom. I stripped off all my clothes, all modesty gone.

"Nothing up my sleeves," I said, running my hands up my arms. "If you want to check my cunt and my ass, you'll see there's nothing up there either. I'm going to bed now. Do you want to join me?"

"Don't be rude, Brooke. Not under the covers, but I do want to stay for a bit."

"Suit yourself." I slid under the covers and curled into a small ball. Tiffany slipped her shoes off and lay down on top of the covers, putting her arms around me. I had to admit it was a comfort her being there. It was nice to know everyone around me wasn't a traitor and I still had some friends in the world willing to do almost anything for me. Too bad my husband wasn't one of them.

I received a text from Tanner around 10:30. I showed it to Tiffany.

My boss said I could come home for Thanksgiving. I should be home in a week.

It was with the utmost restraint I answered back an innocuous, That's wonderful. I'm so happy. I look forward to your return. You bastard.

A little FaceTime fun?

I'm sorry, Tanner. I have a headache. I'm trying to sleep. You'll be home in a week. I'll make it worth your while. Fuck you, asshole.

Sorry to hear it, Brooke. I'll see you then.

I love you, Tanner. I'll see you in a week. I'd love to shove a harpoon up your ass and shred your balls in a meat grinder. In a week, toots, I'll have them served to me on a platter. Tiffany approved of what I'd said. Calm, cool and collected, that was me.

As much as I tried to sleep, closing my eyes and slowing my breathing, I was still wide awake at midnight when Tiffany left. My mind was firing on all cylinders and I couldn't shut it off. A hundred different scenario's of what I wanted to do to Tanner and Oliver floated into my mind, only to be rejected. None of them were bad enough. I think I finally fell asleep around five AM with the fragments of an idea in my mind.