Page 24 of Dolly

A sweep of the room with my eyes, and I find her. She’s standing in the corner, her back to me.

“Dolly.”

“She’ll be with you in a minute,” Beardman says, walking over to the camera set up. He fiddles with the computer and lenses.

Bossman walks into the room, a shit-eating grin plastered on his fat face. “Just about ready?” he asks, rubbing his hands together like he’s about to sit down to his daily feast.

“Yeah, the feed’s ready to go live. Did you bring them?” Beardman clicks a few more buttons.

“They chickened out, the little shits.” Disgust drips from Bossman’s words. If the special request bidders didn’t show, will they still get to see what they paid for?

I focus on Dolly. Her shoulders move up and down in a gentle rhythm. She’s resigned to let these things happen to her. She’s not up for fighting them anymore. But she won’t give up. She promised me, and she won’t let me down. I’ll just have to be strong enough for us both until she’s able to face all this head on.

“They still paid, so the show goes on, they just don’t get front row seats.” His laugh, a dry cackle, rolls into a deep cough.

“Okay, Dolly. Showtime,” Beardman tells her, and her back stiffens. “Come stand here in front of the camera.” She turns slowly, and I get a good look at her face.

They’ve painted her more than usual. White powder covers her face. Deep ruby lipstick is centered on her lips, giving her a puckered appearance. Dark pink circles color her cheekbones.

“Dolly.” I need her attention on me, but she’s lost to their demands while we’re in this room. Because in here, they’ll hurt her for fun, and even more so for punishment.

I wriggle my wrists in the binds and find them looser than usual. If I twist them enough, I might be able to yank out of the straps.

“And we’re live.” Beardman steps to the side, and the light on the camera directly in front of Dolly lights up.

“Welcome back to Dolly for Hire!” Bossman speaks into a microphone off camera. “Tonight, we have a special request from Queenhearts and Dragonmate for both Dolly and Ken. It’s going to be a fun night, and we’ll be taking bids for activities as we get closer to the end of the evening. Remember, if you want to have full control over an evening with Dolly or Ken, put in your request and your bid. You’ll be brought on set to watch right here in studio as our dolls play for us.”

Cowards hide behind their computers, commenting and bidding. I can’t see the words on the chat screen, but each ping tells me plenty of viewers have arrived, anxiously awaiting whatever torment Queenhearts requested.

“Let’s begin. Dolly, if you’ll take your pretty dress off,” Bossman orders, and Dolly’s fingers curl into a fist. “Dolly, your dress.”

Her hands disappear in front of her while she works the buttons open, and the dress falls to her feet in a pool of lace and tulle. She steps out of the skirt, completely naked to the viewers staring at her through the lens.

Her legs and back are healed from her last special requests, but the markings are left behind. She’ll bear them for months before they fade…if they fade.

“Look at these titties. So pretty.” Beardman steps to her side and reaches toward her, groping her breast.

“Don’t touch her,” I growl. I haven’t gotten my wrists out yet.

Ping.

Ping.

Ping.

Bossman laughs. “They like his jealousy.”

Ping.

Ping.

“Keep going,” he orders, and Beardman continues. She releases a small yelp, and Beardman’s lips crack into a wicked grin. His fat, dirty fingers twist her nipples, pulling them toward him. Dolly cries out again when he lets go. Her breasts bounce back, and his slimy tongue roams over his lips as he reaches for her again.

“Stop it. Fucking stop.” I tug harder on my binds. Bossman is too busy reading the comments to pay attention to me, and Beardman turns Dolly so I can see her profile.

Beardman bends, taking Dolly’s nipple into his mouth. He pulls his lips back, giving me a clear view of her nipple between his teeth.

Dolly whines, her hands shaking at her sides. He’s hurting her—and smiling while he does it.

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