As the two of them took their seat inside the vehicle, Joe was still enthrawled in the story Brendon had been telling him. Having been left hanging, Joe had listened to Brendon tell him about his beloved wife, Kate, of three years, who had suddenly betrayed him by begging for sex with someone whom he'd thought was a complete stranger to her. To his suprise, it had turned out that Kate and this man, this Jack-- had made love once before. Drugged and sleeping, the two of them had betrayed Brendon, leaving him asleep, upstairs. Joe couldn't believe what he had heard. To know that this huge, deceptive black man, was downstairs with Brendon's wife begging him to take advantage of every hole on her young body. What a betrayal. "As I said, I woke up about noon on Saturday. " Brendon said, as the car took off, down the downtown street. "I had a hangover from hell, and I didn't remember a thing. But when I woke up, in my desk chair, the first thing my vision focused on was a note that had been taped to the monitor. "--Saturday, June 9th, 2003Groaning with pain, Brendon's head was throbbing from the immense drugs that had been slipped to him the night before. As his vision focused, the note on his monitor became visible. Brendon stared for a long moment, as the text became clear to him. "Press the Spacebar. " It read.
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As his thoughts and memories flooded back to him, every memory from the night before, Brendon wasn't sure he wanted to see what had been recorded in his absence. As he pulled the note from his monitor, he could see that the media player was open, giving a clear view of the living room from the night before. He also noticed that it was paused from the exact moment he had left the room. Those bastards wanted him to see it. They deliberately wanted to hurt him. He wasn't going to press the spacebar, at least, not yet. He rose from his chair and closed the blinds to the window, an attempt to block the sun that was helping to instigate his headache. Then he walked back to the computer and tried to launch a current feed from the webcams he had set up. "No feed available. " The text read across the screen. Looking to arm himself with something heavy enough to do some damage, Brendon was now on a mission. He was going to go downstairs and throw that son of a bitch out of his house. And if Kate wanted him so damn bad, she can go with him. As he opened his closet door, he used his other hand to reach inside and pull a golf club from within. It was a 9-iron, a Anniversary gift his wife had given him, last year.
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The pain of this betrayal was feeling much worse, now. Brendon decided that he just shouldn't think about it. Slamming the door open to the guest room, Brendon was now on a mission. He marched down the hall, kicking doors in to every room he approached. Guest Room, Bathroom, Bedroom, Kate and Jack weren't in any of them. Brendon marched down the stairs, as he drew the golf club back, ready to swing. As he reached the foot of the stairs, he found his living room to be completely trashed. The furniture had been moved into the kitchen, and the only thing that remained was empty beer cans and bottles, full ashtrays, the remains of a number of marijuana joints, and several opened cellifane bags. Brendon was in shock. They hadn't drank beer last night, or done any of these things. What the hell had happened? Where was Jack and his wife? As Brendon explored, he noticed a large area in the middle of the room, where the carpet showed signs of an unbelievable amount of action. It was worn down in this spot, with several stains on it. "Oh, God, no. " Brendon said to himself, as it dawned on him. He knew what had happened.
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He wished he didn't, but now he did. He turned to go back upstairs, and on his way, glanced at the front door. It was closed and locked, but the deadbolt wasn't locked. They'd locked up and left. But worse was that Jack chose to mock Brendon by leaving his wife's cum-soaked black panties hanging from the door knob. Brendon felt sick. --"Now get up here and let me pound out that hot little ass of yours, one more time. " Jack's voice echoed through the room, cutting through Brendon's heart as he watched the recording from the night before. He had pressed the spacebar, activating one of the number of angles he had recorded the events of last night in. He watched as his sweet loving wife appeared to be lost somewhere deep in lust with this huge black guy named Jack. Kate proceeded to stand, pulling the skirt up her dress up, and pulling her bikini-cut black panties down, allowing them to fall loosely to her ankles. Jack wasted no time, as he bent Kate's beautiful frame over the nearby chair. Her exposed breasts hung from the area that her dress once covered, as she turned her head to look back at the well-hung black man, standing behind her.
She bit her lip as he spit into his hand and massaged it into the head and shaft of his throbbing foot-long cock. "Oh, God, fuck it, baby.
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Fuck that ass the way Brendon wants to. Make me hurt. " Kate cooed back to the huge figure of Jack, who was preparing to impale her. Suddenly, using one hand to spread her ass, Jack used the other to guide his huge cock to her tiny anal hole. "Ohhh!" Kate moaned, as Jack slowly pressed the head against her tight opening. "Yes! Put it in!" She begged. "It'll never fit. " Brendon said to himself, out loud. He looked at Kate's tiny hole on his computer monitor, and the magnitude of Jack's dick. "Oh, no. " He said, as he realized what Jack was going to do. With a sudden and sharp thrust, Jack plunged into her. But to Brendon's suprise, Jack had put it in her cunt and not her ass. What was he doing? "Oh, shit!" Kate yelled, as her eyes bulged. "Oh, God!" She screamed, as her cunt was stretched to accomodate this huge monster.
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"I told you I was going to give it to you rough, bitch. " Jack said, from behind her, as he wrapped his hands around her waist and began thrusting into her. "You remember me saying that, don't you?" He said, in a derrogatory tone. "Yes, I do. Oh, shit!" She exclaimed, as Jack picked up his pace, fucking her so hard that her small frame was bouncing like a rag doll. Her breasts bounced violently, as the sound of her legs and ass bouncing against Jack's body filled the air. "Oh, God! Fuck me!" She yelled. "You're going to be my bitch now, you understand me?" Jack said, as he pounded into her. "Yes! I'm your bitch! Please fuck the shit out of me!" Kate responded, between breaths. "How's it feel to be the property of a nigger? You ain't shit to that little white boy husband of yours, no more. You're mine, ain't that right?" His voice talked down to her, as his huge dick slammed into her, furiously. "Oh, God! Oh, shit! I'm yours! Fuck Brendon! I want you!" She answered, her voice wailing as she gasped for air between words. Brendon continued watching the computer monitor, as his eyes began to burn with tears. Was this what she really wanted? Why did she deny him, her own husband, things like anal sex, and blowjobs, only to give them so freely to Jack? These thoughts tore into Brendon. Tears streamed down his face, as he watched his wife be ravaged by the bastard who had betrayed him.
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He watched Kate continue fucking Jack in a multitude of positions, and was in shock when she allowed him to fill her mouth with cum, each time. Brendon began to realize that in this time, thse past three years, he never really knew his wife at all. After about thirty minutes of watching what had been recorded, Brendon was shocked when he listened to the speakers of his computer, and watched Kate and Jack's response to a knock at their door. "Oh, no. " Brendon said to himself. It had to be the neighbors, or perhaps one of his friends from work. They always dropped by, completely out of the blue. What would they say? Would they attempt to stop the insanity that was happening in Brendon's own house? He watched as Jack answered the door, he and Kate still completely nude. When the door opened, it wasn't anyone that Brendon knew. Instead, there was a tall white man, very attractive in his appearance, as he wore a black dress shirt, with a blood-red tie. His hair was coal-black, and hung down to his shoulders. "About time, man. The camera crew ready to set up?" Brendon heard Jack ask the man, quietly, as he turned the speakers up to listen in. "We're not doing it here, we're taking her to our secure location. Is she complacent?" The unknown man asked Jack, as Brendon noticed that Kate had gone somewhere off-screen.
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She obviously wasn't listening to what they had to say. Jack began to grin. "Oh, shit. This bitch is whooped. She'll do anything I ask her to, and her bitch-ass husband is upstairs, passed out, somewhere. " Jack answered the man. Suddenly, the man slapped Jack across the face, knocking him to the floor. "You know how I feel about calling women 'bitches,' Jack. " The man said, before stepping inside and closing the door. "It's rude and unnecessary. My job is to make adult-oriented movies, not to have business dealings with little men like you, who have no manners. " He finished. "Oh, God. " Brendon mumbled, as he watched. Almost instantly, the man on camera turned, facing the webcam completely.
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Brendon's jaw dropped, in shock. For a moment, Brendon had to remind himself that there's no way the man could've heard him. That this was recorded the night before, making it a sheer impossibility. That's when Brendon realized that the man had found the webcam. "You see, Jack, you have a problem with loose ends. You never check to make sure things are taken care of, before you begin sleeping with our new clients. " The man said, as he pulled the webcam down from it's hidden place on the shelf. "What the fuck is that?" Jack asked, as he began to regain his composure. "It's a webcam, Jack. Everything you've been doing tonight, has been recorded somewhere in this house. This means that my face is now on record. Get dressed and get young Kate ready to go. You'll both go to the usual place, and we'll meet you there in about a half-hour. " He said, as Jack nodded, acknoledging the orders he was being given by the highly attractive, yet mysterious man in the dress shirt. Brendon watched as Jack went on about his business, and the unnamed man walked to the door and called a man in from outside.
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He watched the two come inside, and was curious to see what they were going to do, before the screen went black. Within seconds, a new recording had begun, at the end of what he was watching. "Brendon Ferguson, please allow me a moment to introduce myself. " The mysterious man said, as the webcam recorded him standing beside Brendon's desk, with Brendon fast asleep in the chair, and the words 'No feed available' were visible from the monitor, in front of his sleeping figure. "Although it's not my name, you can call me Derek. My business is the buying and selling of entertainment, along with the unknown talent that can create it.
Today, your wife, Kate Ferguson has chosen to become employed by me, which means that soon, she'll be a well-known adult film star. " Derek said, his eyes peering into the camera so hard that Brendon felt like he was looking at him, straight through the screen. He was shocked, as Derek's words began to sink in. "We've taken her, willingly, to shoot a series of films that will be released in less than a month. While I do respect you, I would like to explain just how upsetting it is to see a man spying on his own wife. " He said, before pulling a webcam with a cut wire from his pocket. "Oh, shit. " Brendon said, as he watched. "Although there are a number of things I can do while you're asleep right now, Mr.
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Ferguson, I'll only leave this recording as a reminder of tonight's events. However, I do urge that you not try to find your wife. If she wants to contact you, she will. But unneeded attention to our industry, either from Police or you, would only serve to give me a headache. You may remember the news about a month ago, when a Miss Holly DeMancy was tried and prosecuted from the next town over. She gave me a headache, too. So with that, good day, Brendon. " He finished, smiling into the camera. "Sleep tight. " He said, as the camera zoomed past him, and gave a close-up of Brendon's sleeping face. Brendon didn't know what to say. The screen faded to black, and ended the recording. Brendon took a deep breath, and closed the media window, only to be shocked at what he saw under it. Jack and Derek had copied that movie to his file sharing folder. Brendon looked as his file sharing program had already allowed over twenty people to download that movie.
"No!" He yelled, as he cancelled the three people who were currently downloading the file. Again crying, Brendon c typed in the filename of the movie he had just watched. As he clicked on the 'Search' button, he watched as the search returned over 130 results. The people who had downloaded it had sent it to others, and now the movie of his wife was all over the internet. Brendon ran to the bathroom as the reality of the situation made him sick to his stomach. --"Over the rest of the weekend, I spent most of my time in tears. I got a couple of e-mails from an anonymous account, and they had pictures of my wife being gangbanged by a different group of men. " Brendon said, as the cab pulled up to a section of town that the kid wasn't very familiar with. Brendon paid the driver, and the two got out of the cab, and onto the dark sidewalk. "Sunday, I went to Jack's house, only to be thrown off of the premises by one of his goons before I could even reach his front door. "Joe lit a cigarette and offered Brendon one. He accepted and lit it. "And you've done nothing ever since?" Joe asked him. "Well, I stopped going to work, got my cable and electricity turned off. Been spending every night drinking, since then.
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" Brendon answered, as the two walked down the sidewalk. "Oh, come on. You've got to do something about the situation, man!" Joe practically yelled at Brendon. "You're just going to let that son of a bitch steal your wife, and exploit her all over the world in pronography? Fuck! Call the cops!""You weren't listening, were you, Joe?" Brendon asked, taking a long drag off of his cigarette. "Do you know who Holly DeMancy is?" He asked Joe, not giving him enough time to answer the last question. Joe shook his head, answering negatively. "What about former Senator DeMancy?" Brendon asked. Joe's eyes widened. "Yeah. His daughter. Last month, she was convicted and sentanced to 23 years in prison. The news said she had been drinking and ran her car into a telephon pole at 120 miles per hour. She was running from a cop, and lost control of her car, almost hitting a six year old boy. If this Derek guy set her up, he'd have no problem setting me up. " Brendon said, still walking.
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"Jesus. Then what are you doing to do, man?" Joe asked, amazed with the story he'd just heard. "Go drink a bottle of rotgut. " He replied. "Anyway, now you know the story. The next time you see me in the bar, don't even bring it up. I don't like thinking about it, and I'd prefer not talking about it. Understand?" Brendon told the man. "I understand, and I won't say shit. I just got one question. " Joe said. Brendon looked at him with curiousity. "What's the name of the porn she's in?""I don't know. Some crap put out by 'Anabolic. '" Brendon said, before dropping the butt of his cigarette and using his foot to put it out.
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"Kate goes by the name 'Anastasia,' now. I couldn't care less, I ain't looking for it, and I ain't watching it. " He finished, before walking off. Joe watched him walk away, and turned to walk home. As he walked into the night, he thought about the names Brendon had given him. Both of them sounded so familiar. Why?--As Joe walked in the door to his house, about an hour later, he walked into the bedroom. He opened the doors to his entertainment center, and pulled out the box of pornographic movies he'd recorded over the past few years he'd spent in college. There she was. The box read "Anabolic's Intentions Revealed. " Joe was in shock. This beautiful, petite little blonde on the front cover was named Anastasia. In the picture, she stood completely nude, surrounded by huge men, both black and white. Her grin was obvious. "At least she likes her job.
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" Joe said, staring at her grin. Silently, he threw the tape back in the box and put it up. It was just another video in his collection. This made him wonder, though. How many of these other porn stars were really wives who wanted more? Perhaps men should learn to expect less from their wives, and focus more on giving their wives what they want. "Just another excuse for me not to get married. " Joe said, as he left the room. THE END?.
