Rivera

 Something was wrong, Sadie could tell even from the hallway outside. There was a stale void of sound coming from Jackie's room save for a rhythmic pounding which made a bang, bang, banging.  This was not an uncommon sound by any means but Sadie noted that it was especially hard and there were no cries of pleasure which normally accompanied such appointments. 

Sadie stopped dead in her tracks on the way to her own room listening for a sign that all was well on the inside of the room.

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These things had been done to Jackie's body hundreds of times before. Why was she all the sudden overcome?  She felt the urge to push the man off, to tell him to be quiet as his face contorted over-top of her.  She could feel emotion well up in her chest, but why?

Even the posters she had put on the wall were no use!  The roads lined with picturesque trees that led to nowhere. Nail polish ads and updo's she wanted to try...nothing could distract her like it used to.

Her mind would not shut off and her insides felt sick with every push of the stranger thrusting into her.  All she could feel was his warm wet sweaty mess against her skin. His moans, grabbing at her breasts as he squeezed them looking down at himself as he penetrated her over and over.  Every now and again he would slow himself to prolong his pleasure.  When he did this he would lick his lips, bend down and kiss her neck while he humped her like a dog and rubbed his sweat soaked chest hair against her again, bleating like a goat in her ear.  It was all she could take, his loud moans right into her without consideration at the volume of his voice. Her defenses finally took over and she shouted.  And the feel of it even gave even her a start.  For the first time in her life Jackie objected to the nastiness, revolted by what was being done to her.  "Get off of me!" And she pushed his chest with every bit of strength she could muster and slapped his head over and over until his head reared up, in shock at what she was doing. 

He stood bare in front of her with a look of utter shock and Jackie realized what she had done immediately and withdrew any sign of aggression.

There would be hell to pay now. The mistress was sure to hear of it! The man would pay no money and instead, Jackie would pay the mistress for her own time so nothing was lost.  But even then, there was no telling what she would do when she heard Jackie had repeatedly slapped a man. It was this scenario that played in Jackie's head as she wilted back into herself still lying on the bed uncovered frozen in fear.

The man wiped the sweat from his face as he stood there looking down on her with a fearful stillness in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...Its just that...I'm sorry."  She was at a loss for words and still stunned at her own behavior.

The stun of Jackie's smacks had broken his stride towards pleasure but not his interest in her.  She wasn't strong enough to overpower him. "You are sorry aren't you?" Jackie nodded and drew her legs  close together. It was enough for him to see her pitiful face and her soft pale body still lying on the bed to want more of her. He had a look in his eyes she had never seen before.  

He grabbed one of Jackie's dresses hanging from the back of her chair and wiped the sweat from his chest and brow. 

 Moving towards her, stroking himself with a sickening stare, Jackie pushed down her urge to run out of the room. 

I can make things right, she thought, knowing that Lou would be angry if she didn't.  She sat up, knowing what he wanted as he stood at the edge of the bed beside her. She took him in her mouth obediently.  He arched his back and he grabbed her head in his hands moving her back and forth. "That's a good girl..." 

He looked down at her, satisfied at her compliance, but still...she owed him more, and was throbbing at the chance to collect his due. There was something about her anger; he felt her weakness in it, like the  strongest she could get was nothing to him.  He could easily dominate her and he wanted to feel what that was like again. "You're going to make it up to me, aren't you?" He jerked her head into him  deeper than what was comfortable for her.

Partially gagging, Jackie continued, focusing on pushing down the terror and sadness rising inside her. She watched herself from her minds eye, accepting him shoving and pushing himself into her mouth, making pleasure of her pain.

"On your knees..." He commanded almost softly, knowing it wouldn't take much. She knelt, looking up at him.

"Raise your hands." She hesitated. What was he planning?  With this strange order she had the sudden urge to scream for help,.  Instead she ignored his command and tried to distract him with pleasure...if only he would only come! She pulled the tip of him into her mouth deeper the way he had, hoping to distract him, but he was intent to be obeyed, "I said raise your hands!"

Jackie's heart pounded and she fought the urge to run out, but she knew what that meant after what she had done. No, she had to stay!  She had to finish him to any end that he demanded.  She raised her hands and immediately he tied her wrists with her dress that he was still holding. 

What happened next took her breath away.  He moved so quickly that Jackie hardly knew what was being done. Tying her hands, he turned her body forcefully towards the bed while she was still on her knees. With her hands restrained, he tied the end of the dress to the metal bedframe which was low to the ground and at such an angle that it was too high to lay in repose and too low to remain on her knees.  As such, she lie with her legs splayed behind her uselessly and her and the only thing she could do to keep breathing was to leverage herself of her elbows on the hard floor while her hands were restrained.

Behind her, she could feel what he was doing and it hurt to feel tearing skin as he entered her from behind. She was too busy fighting to breath to resist, cry out or even wince.

Madame Lou had a rule about what he was doing and she always made it clear to the girls and all of their Johns and now Jackie understood why the pain and shame of it made her want to wilt, to close all the way but on the contrary, behind her he thrust into her deeply. Back and forth, in and out, like an animal or piece of meat. He was in no hurry. He made little sound, stone focused on taking all the time he wanted. Bang, bang, bang...

It would have gone on like that for the rest of the hour, but the door flew open and before Jackie knew it, there was the sick sound like the smacking of flesh against metal and the man was on the ground. 

Sadie!

All at once, Jackie's hands were being tended to, but already the man was rising to his feet. Whatever had to happen must happen now! Quickly!  Sadie began to scream at the top of her lungs for help as the man grabbed a candelabra from the dresser and stagger towards the women.

Jackie pulled and pulled her hands while Sadie struggled with the fabric which had been tied so tight that the circulation had been cut from Jackie's hands. Jackie turned her head as Sadie worked faithfully on  liberating her friend and as the man approached ready to swing at Sadie, Jackie snapped a kick into the mans kneecap and heard a snap as the mans knee buckled and he fell to the ground.

Hearing the screams from her room in ran Bridgette, stark naked, long hair and breasts swaying she went to Jackie's bureau and found a pair of scissors.  Handing them to Sadie who immediately tried cutting the fabric which was so tight round Jackie's wrists that the scissors couldn't get underneath.

Now furious, the man looped the candelabra around Bridgette's neck choking her.  Sadie went round the back of the man, pulling and prodding his thick arms to no avail. She began to scratch, welts and blood rose from his arms but still his hold round Bridgette's neck was tight. He released one elbow long enough to whack Sadie off of him with a blow that knocked her off her feet.

Bridgette drooled and spittle and started to slump into the man helplessly giving up on any hope for breath.

Rap, Rap, Rap!

Madame Lou stood in the doorway banging her cane on the floor, and for the first time, the women were happy to see her.

All at once there was shuffling coming up the stairs and three men rushed into the room. 

"Let her go!" Seeing he was out numbered the man dropped the candelabra and Bridgette fell to the floor. The three men rushed him, pinning him to the wall, looking back at Lou for direction. 

Sadie crawled over to Bridgette and cradled her into her lap as she struggled to catch her breath.

A silence fell over the room as Lou surveyed the scene. The only sound in the room was a soft controlled pant coming from Jackie. Desperately trying to stay on her elbows to breath, and still tied to the bed, her hands now purple from the cut off circulation.

A small pool of blood from Jackie's backside was all Lou needed to see.

"Take him into the ally way, give him what for."  Lou commanded the three men

Lou got down on her knees, pulled a knife from the inside of her garter and wedged it just so, freeing Jackie who finally let her face fall to the floor. A sound like a howl came from her guts and she wailed.  She was far past tears, past sadness or pain.  There was no fight in her.  She had been treated as an animal and the animal inside her emerged.