Weaponizing her past, and her present.

Mason didn’t come home that night, Vixxen unpacked and waited up but he never made it home.

He met a beautiful stripper and paid her for a night at a hotel. It wasn’t the best sex, it was obvious she wasn’t enjoying it, but that made it better for him. He made sure she knew what a whore she was when he finished, cumming on her face and hair.

It was not an agreed to service, and the bouncer he knew would want to settle up on it, but right then Mason didn’t care. He wanted the problem with his wife to be sorted out, sooner rather than later.

The next day his private investigator called him back, having some good news, he had found something they could use, along with a few videos he had taken of her in New York that were compromising.

The next day in his office Mason got the videos, and what his P.I. Had found of his wife’s past, and it was just what he needed. Things were looking up, he called his lawyer, and was put in touch with a divorce lawyer. It was about time.

Finally the whore would be gone.

Vixxen had no idea, other than barely seeing Mason at all. When she had been in Texas for a week, she found out.

One evening she had just come back from a workout and was walking back into the living room after a shower in just a towel, and found Mason waiting in the living room, he was home early, she rarely saw him before eleven.

He seemed happy, maybe this was a good thing for them, but of course it was not.

She started to talk, making some small talk but he stopped her, and handed her a thick leather file folder, opening it to find drawn up divorce papers. “What the fuck Mason?” She said, where the fuck did this come from?

“Were done Vixxen, finished. You are leaving, today, right now in fact,” he said.

“Like fucking hell I am, what is this?” Vixxen replied harshly, “I do not consent to this, I want us to be married. Whatever it is, we can make it right!”

Mason reached over and turned on the television, and he had a DVD paused on screen, and pressed play to start it.

Vixxen slumped to the sofa as she watched, they were videos from New York after he left, nights when she was dancing.

She watched in silence as she danced with men and they groped her breasts and ass, and she could see on screen that she was enjoying it. Her breasts were exposed, and on video Vixxen didn’t care. She just kept dancing with them, grinding between two men.

Soon the video cut to her hand under the table, and the person recording managed to walk up close and get a decent angle of her with another man’s cock in her hand, giving him a handjob.

Soon it cut to the video she knew we coming, of her in the back seat of a silver Mercedes giving a stranger a blowjob. The man recording managed to get an angle with the guys cock in her mouth, and a clear shot of her with a little cum on the corner of her mouth, swallowing.

Vixxen started to apologize, but then saw another video start, an older video.

“As bad as that was, this next part is worse, my P.I. found this on a porn sharing site yesterday, Mason said, in a happy and cruel tone. “He has had a few guys scouting these sites for months, looking to see if there was anything of you, and here we are.”

The video started with her and her father. At first it was cuts between a few different blowjobs, then it became obvious that it was different dicks in her mouth. Soon it cut to more than one man with her, including one much older man she remembered, her preacher from church.

All of the men had their faves pixelated, but never Vixxen, her face was always shown clearly.

And then whomever put this together cut together a bunch of cumshots. On her face, in her mouth, on her hair, on her breasts, and a few inside of her pussy. And there were a lot of them.

“You missed your calling Vixxen, you should have been in pornos,” Mason said gleefully. “That would have been just about right for a whore like you.”

It kept going and going. There were shots of her asleep getting her face covered in cum, voyeur shots of her in the shower, it just wouldn’t stop. Her dad had recorded a lot, and had gotten the video on the internet before he died.

There were several shots of men paying after fucking the eighteen year old Vixxen, obviously paying for the sex. The video showed men handing her father cash before fucking the young Vixxen.

That motherfucker. He sold her to men and then put the videos on the internet.

“What do you plan to do with this?” Vixxen asked, scared of what her husband had. Her entire secret past, her personal shame was on the fucking internet, and this son of a bitch would use it against her. And he could put her name on it.

Everyone she had ever known would know she had been a paid whore.