“Think just because you have that gold crest you can do what you want? Think you can’t be hurt?” Moving to the side of her, he touched a breast and she cringed in disgust, glaring hard at him.
Devon backhanded her and she could taste the blood in her mouth. She shook her head as he touched her all over her body. He was enjoying her fight.
Revulsion enveloped her as his finger moved inside her. She moaned as bile rose up her throat.
He grabbed her breast and twisted her nipples. Wincing in pain, Maxine couldn’t fight the tears that fell from her eyes as he started to disrobe. Frantically, she shook her head and again tried to get out of her imprisoned position.
The cuffs had begun to dig in her wrist, but she didn’t care. She wanted to get away from this nightmare that she was wide awake in and could not escape by just opening up her eyes.
'Philippe, where are you?’ her thoughts screamed. ‘I know you wouldn’t allow them to do this to me, if you were here!’
Devon moved like a cobra about to attack as he moved on the bed and forced her legs open. His purplish blunt member was hard and not as nearly as large as Philippe’s, but never the less as she watched him place the condom on, she knew she would die of shame.
The past jumped in her mind. The scared little girl, the nightly visits, the pain, horror and disgust all were encompassing her at once. Her panic attack hit her hard and she screamed at the top of her lungs repeatedly for help.
Jamming his finger in her twat, Maxine screech and begged, but nothing stopped him as he removed his dry finger and then jammed himself in her, grunting and moaning over her.
Horrible memories of the pain she suffered as a child relived over and over in her mind and she wished her heart would just stop right then and there as Devon forced himself repeatedly inside of her.
***
Philippe almost threw up as she cried harder. Each scream tore at the fibers of his being, yet he was helpless to do anything, due to a promise he made on his mother’s death bed.
Tears were running down Maxine’s cheek profusely as Devon looked like a damn rabbit jamming himself inside of her. She was dry and for some reason this brought Philippe some pleasure knowing she wasn’t aroused.
He looked down to the floor, too revolted continue to watch. Would she forgive him?
“Look,” Ewan ordered coldly. “Her punishment is just as much yours.”
Philippe raised his eyes and obeyed, forcing himself not to show anything outwardly; not wanting his father to know how much this was hurting him.
Behind the one-way mirror, she couldn’t see him right then without the light being on behind where his father and he stood. Would he be able to console her and make her forget this?
Ewan came over to Philippe. “She ain’t nothing, but a black whore. They all are and the sooner you get this, the better, Philippe. They were only put on this earth for us to humiliate, hurt and hump. That is their only purpose; that is their only use. Once you get it in your thick ass head, maybe then you’ll get the respect from me you’ve craved your whole life.” He dashed out the cigar and looked at his son. “She don’t care about any white man. She cares about the money you spend on her. They’re materialistic shallow bitches that could care less about a man, unless their skin is as dark as theirs.”
Anger boiled in his veins from his father’s cruel words. Philippe had never wanted to get involved this deep and he certainly had not wanted Maxine involved this terribly. “This was unnecessary punishment.”
“It was very necessary,” Ewan hissed snapping his finger.
“This was her first offense. She has been an exemplary participant.”
“She is your slave. She carries your crest! If others found out you were lenient do you know how we would look?!”
Philippe knew the rules and procedures, but this was Maxine. His Maxine! Damn his father!
Just then, a light came on in the room. Philippe knew as he looked down to see that Maxine saw the room he was in light up and had looked up hoping it was help, but then her eyes grew wide as she realized that it wasn’t help.
***
Devon was in his own world driving into her. It hurt. It felt so awful and he didn’t care that she wasn’t even a little moist.
He tried to kiss her, but that was where she was an expert at preventing despite her hands being tied. If she couldn’t stop him from violating her body, she could stop him from violating her mouth. Kissing had always been her choice and she was not going to give Devon the pleasure of her lips.
Her neck was agile enough to move around to avoid his lips and then she even bunted his head with her own.
Cursing, but giving up, he grunted and continued forcing his way on her.
He just kept pile driving away and then just as she felt his penis thickening inside her, a light above her head came on.
Hope that help was on its way surged through her and she strained to look where the light was coming from only to see what she hoped she didn’t see.
Philippe!
He stood there with a man who was an older version of him. His demeanor was stiff and his face was emotionless.
How long had he been there? WHY DIDN’T YOU HELP ME?! WHY DIDN’T YOU STOP THEM?!
A look of help came to her face, but when he made no effort to move, she really began to fight. Angry now that Philippe had not stopped this horrible punishment, she found strength to get Devon off of her.
Concentrating on Devon’s movements, she countered him with a hard thrust upwards throwing her weight over to her left. The desired effect was done as Devon lost his balance on his weaker side and fell off the bed.
***
Philippe was too glad that Maxine had done that. Ewan ordered a handler down there immediately to help Devon.
“This is stopping now,” Philippe ordered glaring at his father.
“It’ll stop when I say stop,” Ewan sneered viciously. “Don’t forget you… owe… me.”
Philippe couldn’t take another second of all this and stepped toward his father narrowing his eyes to slits. “You’ll stop it now, or you’ll be sorry.” He balled his fist up tightly.
Ewan almost looked as if he wanted to challenge his son, but he didn’t. Looking down at Devon, he shook his head.
***
Maxine heard the thump and then another door opened out of her peripheral vision. The large man with the deep voice entered the room to help Devon up.
Narrowing her eyes in hatred, she received a vicious slap to the side of her face from Devon.
“Do you want me to hold her down?” the handler asked.
As frightful as those words sounded, Maxine didn’t dare look scared about it as blood filled her mouth from the strike to the side of her face.
Devon looked up at the light before answering and a strange look of fear crossed his features before he seemed to gather his control. “No,” he said, getting his robe on.
She wanted to look up again to see Philippe, but she was so damn angry at all of them she didn’t even take her eyes off of Devon visually challenging him and showing what he had done to her had not waned her defiance.
The light above them went out and Devon leaned over her with a look of ravenous content. “This isn’t over, black whore.” He licked his lips hungrily. “I’ll get some more very soon. He doesn’t keep women for long and I’ll make sure once I get my collar on you, you’ll never have another man.” He touched her sensitive cheek and she jerked her face away looking thoroughly revolted at him.
The abrupt jarring had taken away his hard on. They moved out of her peripheral vision, whispered something and then a door slammed.
She closed her eyes tight not wanting to see what was to come, but after a moment of silence when she opened her eyes again everything was dark, including the upper room where she had seen Philippe.
‘Would it get worse?’ her thoughts screamed out.
‘What should you care?’ her conscious countered. ‘He doesn’t! Hasn’t
that been the story of your life? No one cares for you!’
A huge sob was muffled through the covering that was still over her mouth, but she didn’t care who heard her. Misery was sinking in and she really wish death would just overtake her, because then she wouldn’t have to feel this internal pain anymore.
Philippe was just like all the rest! She should have known. Even the devil was the most beautiful angel in heaven. Why should she be surprised that Philippe was just as evil as the rest?
Hatred for him increased and she prayed she never set eyes on Philippe ever again! Or he’d be sorry. She’d make him sorry for every man that had ever crossed her path!
She would not be the victim of a man's lust anymore!
End of Book Two: Dark Facade
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