Page 40 of The Devil of Hollywood

The belt was jerked tightly again, stealing my voice. Forcing more tears as the pressure built impossibly tight in my face. That had David fucking me faster. Harder. Again, I managed to reach my neck to tear at the leather.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

“Look at her. I think she’s enjoying this. Do you like his cock, rich girl?”

“She loves it.” Joel snapped his teeth in my direction. “I’m next.”

I kept wild through my thrashing. Through my need to survive and fight. But David liked that too much. The belt loosened and the swelling of his cock had me screaming. Bile trickled past my lips as I threw up on myself, and that seemed to put David over the edge. Cum shot into me, and again I heaved. I could feel everything at such a sensitive level that when I gagged, it was almost as if I could feel each muscle in my throat highlight their location and contract through their squeeze.

“Better than the first time. I prefer the fight over the unconscious.” David’s hand flattened and pushed against my face—a clear indication that he was finished.

My head snapped back from the pull to my hair, and I cried out, only to have the cry stolen from me as I was lifted and dumped to the ground. I hit hard, feeling the cold wetness scratch against my skin as I was flipped roughly onto my knees. There was no preparation. My mind couldn’t grasp what was happening as thick pressure stabbed into my channel, locking up my entire body through the vicious assault.

My mouth was opened, but I couldn’t breathe nor scream. The violent offense had my arms collapsing as instinct brought them into my body for protection. I couldn’t help what my mind knew needed guarding. My body wasn’t functioning any better than my mind. It was broken through the shock. Through the torment and pain.

I clawed at the stone, feeling my nails break as I tried fighting my way up and forward.

“Where do you think you’re going? We’re not finished.”

Roughness tore into my knees as I was yanked back. The thrusts turned even more savage. Pain branched out like lightning across my insides. My throat was so raw I could barely hear my voice as I kept trying to scream.

“Fuck. Just like that, Joel. Fuck that pussy up. Teach her what happens when slaves disobey. Especially rich slaves.”

More, I gagged. I could see the taller guard stroking his cock… holding my metal cup. My eyes rolled, and the pain only increased. I felt the top half of my body collapse and my face hit the wet stone as if I’d passed out, but my eyes were still open. Sound faded, turning into a blur of distant hums. A tear left my eye, crawling over the bridge of my nose as I took in David’s black boots not feet away.

“What were you thinking, Marian? What were you thinking joining the Jane Doe Foundation? You’re not a Jane. You’re not cut out for their life.”

Anger. “I know what I’m doing. I’m absolutely cut out for it. I’ve already put in training. I can do this, Mother. I can handle it.”

“Handle it?” She laughed with annoyance. “Handle what, exactly? The men the Janes deal with would eat you alive. They’d destroy you. Handle it.” Again, she laughed as she repeated it. “Fine. How, Marian? Would you barter with them? Offer them a deal if they’d restrain from hurting you? Ha! They’d chew you up and spit you out. You’re weak. You’ve always been too soft. Too caring of everyone.” She sneered. “I thought you could be like me, but you can’t. You’re just like your father.”

“I’m not weak.”

My words were nonexistent as I mouthed them. My body was still rocking. Still moving as I squirmed and fought forward through the constant hold to my hips. Reality wavered, but the sensations never numbed out. They never went away through switching turns or fighting to get me how they wanted me. I was in shock. I knew that as I was rolled over and Martin took Joel’s place, fucking me fast and hard. The cold burned my skin. The wetness soaked into my bones. I felt everything. I was everything, even the hard floor I scooted against through the powerful thrusts. Fighting was impossible. Breathing hurt. I hurt… everywhere.

“Poor little rich elite. She doesn’t look so rich or pretty anymore, does she? Do you think she’ll run again?”

David laughed. “She’s not running anywhere. She’ll be lucky to walk.”

More laughter.

More cum. More grunting and thickness.

I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. My gaze went to the door in a daze as Martin stood. Movement blurred by, but I couldn’t look over. Not even when my head was lifted to remove the belt. A looming figure appeared, and his boot nudged into my ribs.

“I got your water, bitch. Run again, fight again, and we’ll be back. I hope you run.”

Warm wetness poured over the throbbing of my cheek as he poured his cum over the side of my face. Metal bounced inches away, and I should have flinched. My mind said that was close. Too close, but I barely even blinked as I watched the blurry silhouettes leaving through my door.

Scraping metal.

Jingling.