I glanced at my phone as it chirped, "I need you!"
My soon to be former wife - Gillian - was pleading with me to come to the clinic with her. It had been three months since the day she'd possibly been infected by one of the men that had been controlling her life for over a year. Forcing her into all sorts of sexual activity, which much of it recorded and uploaded to a website so that they could get financial benefits from it.
The result was that she was ostracized by neighbours, former co-workers, friends and family. I say former co-workers because she was fired for stealing by Samantha. Her escapades and our town not being big enough for her to hide from them meant that she was unable to find a new job. Half of the places she applied to would claim to not have any record of her applying when she'd follow up on her application and tell her not to bother sending it now because the position was filled.
In her personal life, I was one of the few that would talk to her. Our conversations mostly about the divorce and the division of our assets but I was talking to her. A few times we went down the rabbit hole of what happened and what she got from it. There was no doubt she needed someone to control and humiliate her in the future for her to be happy. It was that thrill that she craved like a addict.
I knew my lovers also talked with her. Sharon was my wife's niece and she would say the cause of all the trouble. She and I has become lovers shortly after the night in the apartment. Giving up her virginity to me and her family. Her mother did not approve of our relationship or where we resided and who we lived with and next too.
Next door was my wife in my former home. Which tells you that my other lover was Mary, the woman that had opened my eyes to Gillian's second life. The three of us bonded, each helping the other to recover from the hurt we felt. The guilt Sharon held for feeling she was to blame for Gillian's downfall. The pain of a difficult divorce for Mary. And for me, they helped me learn to love again and to trust again. Mary would pamper me and Sharon would badger me. They were the perfect team for my needs.
One other thing that Gillian and I talked about and worked on was our vendetta against the ones that participated or help hide the goings on that led us to where we are today.
At work, I'd cleaned house and brought in new people to replace the arseholes that were content to use Gillian as a fuck toy behind my back while I worked hard for them. Heidi and I pulled Inga in before the meeting to inform her what was about to happen and why. To insure that her secret would be kept if at all possible. She chose to resign and Heidi offered her six months severance provided she worked out a month long notice period to see the changes, she agreed.
We pulled the executives in one by one after that and fired them. Four of the bastards in the end, one had the gaul to start crying. Heidi offered him a chance to remain with the company if he presented his eighteen year old daughter for us to use in the manner Gillian had been used. He palled at that, I laughed and told him to get out. The other three had sons but I did offer the same deal to the oldest executive but with his wife. He said he'd see what he could do. No one ever heard from him again but when police came to us in on a missing persons investigation I noticed in her maiden was Carina Corleone and originally from Italy. I wondered then if he'd made the offer and then her family had dealt with the trash. Cop said the wife didn't report him missing that it was the brother. The wife had said he went looking for work but never came back, she assumed it was because of the shame he brought to their house.
My favorite firing had been Charlie. He and I were supposed to be best friends at work and shared an office but that didn't stop him from partaking of Gillian's treasures when offered by my boss. I offered him a deal like Heidi had done, we have a party with several of his friends to fuck his girlfriend, film it and put it on the internet then share it with everyone. To his credit he declined the offer and walked out of the building without any fuss. Later in the day, I made a point of calling all of our rivals to make sure they knew how untrustworthy he was. The policy ensured he wouldn't get a job at any of the big firms in the whole country and no firm in a two hundred mile radius from us. He stupidly then tried to use people in the office for references and they made sure I knew about. Letting me reply to the request and his application ended with that.
Gillian also made a personal visit to his mother and father to tell them exactly what he had done to her. But this was after we'd told his girlfriend and she'd kicked him out immediately. Got her friends to help her box up his stuff then put it out on the street warning him to come get it before others take it. What she didn't tell him and he learnt when he got back to his parent's was that she and her friends had peed on his clothes before closing the suitcase. After Gillian's visit to his parents, he found himself looking for a place to live again. Word had it he ended up in a homeless shelter.
Legally, several of the smaller players had pleaded guilty to various crimes in return agreed light sentences and them testifying against the big two. I said big two because the third member of the crew - my former boss - did a deal himself. Turning over a treasure trove of recording and documents in return for a lighter sentence. He'd still be serving five years and most of the serious charges got reduced to lesser ones. He had a chance at a new life once he was released. My wife's former boss and Dwayne's list of charges read like the table of contents for a book on kidnapping, sex and drug crimes. With attempted murder and manslaughter added on top for what they did to Gillian and Reggie's former wife.
On the personal side, I'd worked with Gillian to identify as many of the participants in her and my humiliation and contact their families, spouses and in some cases their children. All told we identified sixty nine people (not counting the neighbours and friends that kept silent) and we got a little revenge on all of the them. Divorces and breakups were common. Some went a little further than that.
Dwayne's personal pain was a thing of beauty. He had someone he reported to and he wasn't passing a share of the porn income up the chain. So he was going to spend the rest of his life sans his rod and tackle.
Reverend Marcus Davis was revealed as a member of the crew by use posting a picture of him on his church's bulletin board and smaller copies in the hymn books for his entire flock to see. The picture was him balls deep in Gillian's arse with another guy in her cunt and Kat inserting a vibrator into Marcus' arse. The story and picture made the evening news. Marcus ultimately took the easy way out and hung himself.
Perry was foolishly continued his attempts to get more than nothing from Mary in the divorce. She proved that her marriage was a sham and that he was in it only for money by parading a series of his former male lovers. All of whom confirmed he was gay, told how he used affairs with women to hide that and was with Mary solely for her money. Ten women and the seven male lovers pelted him with tomatoes as he left court that day. He went into hiding and then failed to appeal for his criminal case. He is still on the run.
Kat was disowned by her family, her husband moved to Japan to live with his grandparents taking their children with him. Kat couldn't follow due to pending criminal charges and was informed that she likely would be denied entry should she lose the court case. She tried to cut a deal but was denied that. With no family and her husband having taken everything she had to fund his new life, she was left homeless. She started to work the streets for the guy that got promoted into Dwayne's position.
Two wives of people at Reggie's company got together for their revenge. The drugged their husbands and glued them naked to bench outside the local mall. Legs spread and a hand of each glued to the cock of the other. Apparently they did a lot of damage to each other trying to extract their hands from each others genitals.
George Williamson was one that gave us pause for thought. He was a uniformed police officer and had he been on duty the night Gillian was held captive, the end result might have been different. Mark told his female peers what had happened. Several of them cornered him in the locker room and shaved him from head to toe then painted his dick him with black and white stripes before kicking him out of the building in an alleyway. Mark sent a picture of his arrest.
Possibly one of the funnier ones was Clarke Hillman. His wife checked her email in the morning while her husband was on the shower. His Polish wife wasn't very happy with him and chased him out of the house using a rolling pin. He then proceeded to call her some very unsavory names. They were both arrested about two miles down the street. Him for indecent exposure and her because she hit one of the police officers when trying to get one last blow in on her husband.
Another wife forgave her husband if she could have similar fun. He agreed and so found himself with several of the divorcing wives one Sunday. Each took turns fucking him with a strapon. The wife actually recorded the video and released it to one of the free porn video sites then emailed everyone in his address book, hers and then printed flyers and delivered them to the neighbours around their house, his parents house and to all the apartments his sisters' building.
John Smith - the high school religious studies teacher - turned up at our door before we had a chance to send out his stuff. He apologized to Gillian and me, showed us a copy of the letter he'd sent to the headmaster and regional school board admitting his guilt and resigning immediately. He then left the only town he'd ever lived in to start a new life. We didn't send anything to his parents or girlfriend - who he was leaving behind anyway. He was the only one to apologize.
I should also say, we did get some revenge on friends and neighbours. We sent an anonymous note to our neighbourhood watch listing affairs we knew about. It was delightful watching from the living room as one of the most hateful women in the street dragged a suitcase out of the house and drove off as her husband and kids stood and watched from the front door. They even seemed happy to see her go. I suspected her lover was not going to be so happy to see her (assuming that's where she was headed).
All of this was captured on a blog that had over a hundred thousand followers. Pictures of the bastards that partook of the offers made to them had a their details on that site. Images where available of them in "action" were included. Along with updates on what was happening to them. Wives would post comments on what they did to their husbands. Subscribers sometimes posted pictures or stories about what they did to the arseholes. One such comment showed a video of one guy getting his pantsed in the middle of the local superstore. Another comment told us one of the guys had started work at her firm and she'd be sending this to their HR department. A follow up post told us he had been fired.
Some of the "victims" of my blog contacted me a few times through the private messaging system pleading for me to take down the post about them. Explaining how unfair it was that it was affecting their lives. I guess they just didn't get it. One tried to use the legal system, the judge laughed him out of court or it felt that way, making him pay my costs. I'm still waiting for the money and I'm guessing I will be for sometime.
Sighing, I looked again at the message on my phone. I knew I was going, I still cared. Closing down my laptop, I then packed it away in my satchel and headed for the door after texting Gillian that I'd meet her there.
An hour and fifty minutes later, I was sat next to Gillian's in the doctor's office. We'd been in the office for the last five minutes waiting for the doctor to come back and tell us the results. Gillian couldn't sit still, shifting positions constantly. Crossing and uncrossing her legs. Brushing down the blue and green tartan skirt she wore, picking at the tights and generally trying to find anything to do and get her mind off the wait. For maybe the third time, she tried to fire up a game on her phone and closed it before it had time to even load.
Finally, I'd had enough. Grabbing her hand, I told her sternly, "Sit still. It'll be fine. Calm down and this wait will pass quicker."
She responded well to the orders. Relaxing almost instantly after my saying the words told her to sit still. Her only remaining sign of worry was a light squeeze of my hand. It was the first time I'd noticed we were even holding hands.
Gillian stiffened upright when someone knocked and started to enter. A middle age man in a white coat entered and sat down in front of the desk, he was reading the report in his hand. Without looking up he started his spiel, "Hello. I'm Doctor Winters. Rather than run you through the details of the test, I'll just tell you now that your test was negative."
"Negative as in I'm fine?" Gillian asked nervously with a hint of hope.
"Yes. I'm saying that you are not HIV positive. That..." He consulted the notes on the computer, shaking his head before continuing, "Oh my! I'm saying that the people that tried to infect you failed."
