Chapter 13: Sometimes Your Friends Aren’t

The good news was that the DA’s office quietly pushed Nick’s file into the back of the cabinet. Not into the garbage, he still needed a lawyer and a chunk of money to argue his assault and public disturbance case, but he came to appear as more trouble than he was worth and the DA decided to drop it.

Even better news was that Sid, the apparent victim, was arrested and couldn’t come close to making bail. Seems that as the police ran in to save him and his friends from the terror that was Nick, they happened to notice a lot of drugs and paraphernalia scattered about his apartment. Following completely legal procedures, they showed up again with a warrant and walked out with Sid and two large bags of evidence. Oddly enough, almost everybody forgot about the woman who started it all, Tracy.

Mel didn’t want to hear any more bullshit or denial, not from Nick anyway. “You must have known something, Nick,” Mel growled as he drove Nick home from the downtown holding facility. “You and Sid are pretty thick. Kind of odd that you two go months passing Tracy back and forth and then all of a sudden Sid has a drug fueled gang-bang and doesn’t invite you.”

Nick was more silent than usual, his bruised fists opening and closing as he stared out the window. “I only did what Tracy was good for, seemed willing to do. I’m just like you Mel, wishing Tracy would move in and stay only with me, but she’s not there yet, still likes her so-called freedom. This shit with Sid is beyond me, and I’m betting Tracy had no idea of what was coming down. I didn’t have anything to do with it, didn’t know it was going on, and if you ever catch a glimpse of Sid’s face you’ll know how I felt about it after Tracy called.”

The two argued but had little to go on until they had a chance to sit down with Tracy. It wasn’t until Tracy showed up at home from Tina’s on Wednesday that Mel was able to corner her and tried to flesh out more of what had happened over that long weekend at Sid’s. She was of course still traumatized and didn’t want to bring the memories back. That night Nick came by and the three talked it out further, but details remained sketchy. Tracy still couldn’t remember much, or chose not to remember specific parts, but she did corroborate Nick’s version of events. It took a couple of additional days, but by Friday lunch Mel and Nick could sit together in the bar and share a beer as friends bonded by a shared traumatic experience.

On the surface, Tracy was of course the real victim, tortured and abused by a man whom she had considered a friend. Forget the drugs or the previous times she had spent the night with Sid. He had tied her up, raped her, and tossed her to the dogs that came around to share his stash. Let him rot in hell. But there were other things Nick knew of, things Mel was coming to be aware of, and it was only by chance and a lot of talking, back and forth sharing of notes between the two old friends, that any real understanding of the horror came before their eyes.

The truth, at least for Mel, had started appearing before him a couple of months before. Remember those few videos Tracy had shared with him on his computer? He had lied. He promised privacy, total trust, but he had some basic skills with a computer, and before turning his keyboard over to Tracy he had arranged for all key strokes to be recorded, all web addresses to remain within his reach. It was a selfish thing, a desire to know more about and possibly control Tracy. After she had left the next day he logged in and viewed her most secret life, her most embarrassing moments, and all the intimate things she shared with Tina and her husband and others.

It really wasn’t that eye opening. Some things he didn’t want to see, was a bit shocked at, but the additional dozen videos were no worse than what he could have imagined. A couple of men going at it with one another, a couple of Tracy and Tina sharing each other’s love, albeit in ways and with toys that Tracy could understandably not want Mel to watch. One was of Tina being finger fucked by a man Mel came to recognize as her husband. It was brutal, yet five minutes on Tina let loose with an orgasmic squirt that must have covered half the length of the bed. Tracy could wet the bed, squirt out at most a foot, but Tina was far beyond that. Mel had almost cum just from watching it.

A couple of videos were hard to view. One had Tracy riding a plastic phallus that was suctioned to the back of a mirror. As Tracy humped herself, Tina’s very naked husband, visible only from the chest down, pushed his cock up for Tracy to suck on. Mel could only watch in amazement as the man literally fucked Tracy’s mouth, one hand pulling in on her hair, another hand down under and grabbing her throat, and all while Tracy continued to hump the dildo. Tracy’s dildo came first, or at least Tracy pushed the bottom of the plastic toy and caused a stream of milky liquid to fill Tracy before flowing down and out the bottom of her still humping pussy, finally to stream onto the floor. This quieted Tracy, but the man continued his vicious facial fuck until he reached a real orgasm, locking Tracy’s head with his hands and keeping her from doing anything but swallowing down most of his release.

The video that bothered Mel the most was nothing but Tina and Tracy talking. Make that Tina talking, playing with Tracy, loving an almost naked Tracy, but mostly cooing and softly talking to Tracy about how Tracy should take control of her own life, how Tina could be more a part of her life. It was sensual, two beautiful women touching one another, bonding and talking, and yet Mel could sense Tina trying to pull Tracy out of his arms. This single twenty-minute video was more disturbing to Mel than any of the others, Tina trying to change Tracy, to convince Tracy to push away her old life and become what Tina thought would be better for her. He didn’t trust Tina, but Tracy obviously did.

Mel was in shock, partly from the excess of sex he found Tracy had been participating in while at Tina’s, but also at the violence and the variety. He wondered at who held the cameras, at what Tracy thought was happening to the short pieces of porn, but all of this he kept to himself. He had promised Tracy not to interfere, not to judge, and he reasoned with himself that he had probably done similar things to Tracy at one time or another.

Mel kept going back to the site every few days, and he found that as one video was added, another might disappear. The end of January caused his eyes to fly open when a new video opened with Nick fucking Tracy from behind. Tracy was on top, chest to the ceiling, Nick underneath with his hands playing with Tracy’s bouncing chest, her legs pulled out wide by Nick’s as he rampaged through her pussy with his cock. Tina was there on the side, kissing Tracy, loving Tracy in her own special way as Nick fucked from the back. Then Nick pulled fully out of Tracy, sticking his cock up through her open legs, Tracy’s hands coming down to rub him to completion. It only took a few additional seconds, Nick’s geyser of cum rising high, the person holding the camera focusing on the spurts of semen as they rose up and then down to land on Tracy’s belly. And that’s how Mel knew when the video had been taken, for Tracy’s tattoo was complete, her belly and crotch still red from the ordeal. That seems to have been the point, Tina and Tracy laughing together while rubbing all of Nick’s ejaculate around the traumatized skin, covering the tattoo with his freshly delivered cum. It was the only video Mel saw that included Nick, and he supposed that Tracy wanted it to be included in the online collection so that she could view it from a new perspective. But it shook Mel to his core, Mel now thinking that Nick was in on all of it.

The limited collection of videos had frustrated Mel, not so much that he wanted more to masturbate by, but because he was sure others existed and were being hidden or stored for view by those with access. But he couldn’t figure out how to get beyond the bounds of this one simple site. That’s when he called in professional help. His workplace had a number of IT specialists, the best and the only one he trusted being a woman named Brenda. He had approached her after work one afternoon and quickly laid out his problem. He was incredibly embarrassed, knowing how this probably looked, some guy wanting yet more access to a woman’s private web page. Fortunately, Brenda knew Mel, told him flat out that she’d infect his entire setup if she found he was lying to her, but also agreed to dump her husband and kids in order to show up at his place the following Saturday.

It only took Brenda half an hour to find a connection to a larger site. She had done a quick peek at a couple of Tracy’s videos, called Mel a rat bastard, wondered at what kind of a woman this Tracy was, but otherwise stuck to the job at hand. It was easy for her to see that Tracy’s page was not a world unto itself, a private little page of videos floating by itself in the cloud. No, this was but a single page attached to some much larger site. Tracy and Mel had a key to this one page but had no means of accessing the larger trove of data in the primary site. Brenda said she could attempt breaking into the main site, bust through a wall or the front door as she put it to Mel, but alarms might go off. She argued that anybody with the skills to create this setup probably had safeguards and anything she did might only get Mel locked out permanently.

Brenda was able to access the main page, that front door for public access, and it was abundantly obvious that it was all about the sex and the money. Short bits of video and photographs advertised what lay within, and all a person needed to do is sign in, give money, and then enjoy. The best advice Brenda could give was for Mel to set up an untraceable account through which to funnel money, go in as an imaginary person of his choice, and start poking around for more data on Tracy. Brenda even trusted Mel enough to show him how to hide his computer from the site, to make it appear as though it was in Salt Lake City. Mel couldn’t thank Brenda enough for her help, but as she left she turned and told Mel that some things really should remain secret, that we all had secrets. But Mel couldn’t stop there. One of the principal clips of video that kept appearing and reappearing on the front page of that locked volume of pornography clearly showed Tracy being fucked from behind while sucking down another man’s cock. He couldn’t stop now.

It took a while to arrange for money to be stored apart from his principal bank account or credit card and to otherwise appear as yet one more nondescript person in need of some digital porn to masturbate to. Mel filled in the form, provided a bit of fake data, allowed access to a line of credit, and he was in. Once there Mel was inundated with a world of possibilities, everything from a digital role-player game to a video-chat room experience where he could request people with varying sexual specialties to do things for him to view. He stuck to the simple things, videos. Mel started going through short screen shots, looking for any woman that might look like Tina or Tracy. It took all of two minutes and he found a whole collection of videos provided by a video company he of course didn’t recognize. What mattered was that Tracy was in a large number of them. There were others, many with Tina, many with other women, many for gay men, but Mel focused only on what Tracy starred in.

She wasn’t referred to as Tracy. Some titles of the videos used a name often spoken when Tina was also participating. Tracy was now Kitten, and there seemed no end to the many types of sexual deviance she was shown participating in. Tina was often shown with Tracy, but so were other men, many men other than Tina’s husband, sometimes other women, but Tina did enjoy participating in whatever Tracy did with these other sexual players. Many videos were a little old, Tracy still with her hair hanging down to her ass, but there were other videos that showed her new tattoo and with her newer hair style going down to the middle of her back. What stood out in Mel’s mind was the length of the videos. While the pieces in Tracy’s private site were rarely more than ten minutes in length, these videos were often close to an hour in length. Mel noticed that most of the videos were in the same few rooms or parts of a similar house, even a backyard, particularly the same bedroom, but that a few were out in public place, most in a bar-like setting. The camera work was sometimes shoddy, sometimes from a fixed camera, sometimes with a lot of close ups, but always focused on the many ways in which a beautiful young thing like Tracy could be fucked or otherwise sexually played with.

Mel watched and became aware but didn’t know what to do with all of the new information. Even as he danced the night away at the crab feed, Mel was grappling with the excess of information showing Tracy to be a porn star, a sex junkie, used and openly participating in extreme sexual activities. For all the strangers Tracy interacted with, Mel had to wonder who else was in on it. He had only seen Nick once and the bartender Tim twice (both bar scenes, of course), but Tina and to a much lesser extent her husband shared the screen with Tracy a lot. Just before the incident at Sid’s in early March, a new video popped up in a section titled “When Kittens Go Wild!” These videos were a little more amateurish, less choreographed, and far more troubling to Mel. The latest addition video included Sid, Nick, and a couple of other men surrounding Tracy as Nick pumped a half-naked Tracy with a bottle of beer. This was followed by a gang-bang, each of the men taking turns emptying their excited cocks into her. This was the video Sid had bragged about, that Tracy said she didn’t know existed, and yet was now on display for all the world to buy. How the fuck did this happen? Was Nick in on this? And did Tracy know of the full-length video or even give her consent for it to be uploaded to the web?