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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 fifteen 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 six 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 four 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, Brooke. 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, Brooke, but Jackson 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 Tanner 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, Brooke. 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."

"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, Brooke."

"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, Brooke. 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, Brooke. What the hell happened to you yesterday?"

"I was fucked; a lot, for like fifteen 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, Brooke! 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 Tanner. 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 Tanner 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, Brooke. 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.