Chapter 55

The first signing about killed her hand and Alice had no idea how the Superstars and Divas did this day after day, night after night. Wrestling was easy compared to signing hundreds of autographs and taking countless pictures for fans. Once they arrived at the second venue for the next signing, Alice was pulled aside by Mark since they had an hour to kill before the fans were let in. There were hundreds standing outside in line waiting, it was crazy.

"Don't. Please don't. Let's just get through this, alright?" Alice didn't need to hear his lame excuses and apologies, already knowing he wouldn't tell her about his moment with Stephanie. "I'm going out tonight, by the way." Her voice implied it would be alone, far away from him. The amount of disappointment, hurt and pain in her greys spoke volumes.

That hurt him more than words could say. The pain in her eyes took his breath away and he could feel his own emerald eyes reflecting it back at her. Mark wasn't sure what was going on, not anymore. What had been a stupid mistake and big fuck-up on his part had turned into something else. What should have been a molehill had escalated and he didn't know how to fix it.

"Let me see your hand, Red." He ordered quietly, taking her hand and began rubbing her palm, her fingers, applying pressure points to specific areas. Mark had been down this road before, so… he had experience.

"Please don't touch me." His mere touch hurt her as she pulled her hand away from him, looking away and shut her eyes. "I'm sure Stephanie wouldn't mind a hand massage from you. I'm not interested though. Not anymore."

Alice had no idea what possessed her to say it, but there was no taking it back. Dallas had planted serious doubts in her mind and actions didn't lie either. Mark hadn't pulled away from Stephanie or sent her packing. He merely stood there while the whore planted her tongue against his lips…lips Alice had kissed so many times and used to get tingles from. Before Mark could utter a weak comeback, they were instructed to take their seats for the signing and Alice plastered on a smile for the fans, even though inside she felt like she was dying.

He was guessing that either she had seen Stephanie, or seen them in the hallway, but he did not recall seeing Alice at all. Mark also didn't think she had time to run into the queen of cunts. All he could do was suck it up, sign those autographs, make small talk with people, smile and hope she'd let him explain. He had no doubt in his mind, if he had pushed, smacked or even sneezed on her, Stephanie would have found a way to nail him for assault. That would mean no Summerslam. The fact that bitch had come to see him and pulled that stunt, meant she had something up her sleeve. His mouth still tasted like peroxide.

Second signing finished on time and it was off to the final one. Alice was convinced her hand would fall off, but pushed through it regardless. Every fan she met lifted her spirits a little, but once the signing ended, the sadness crept back in again. Once back at the hotel for the night, Alice didn't give Mark any time to talk, meaning what she said. She was going out tonight alone and nothing would stop her. Since they had separate beds, there was no reason to get her own room and besides, the hotel didn't have any vacancies. Leaving Glenn there to talk to Mark, she left the room without preamble and went down the street to the nearest bar she could find. Her first drink was a dirty martini, the second a shot of whiskey with a chaser and the third…that was all she remembered.


"Ohh my head…" Alice mumbled, regretting opening her eyes as bright sunlight stung them, which told her it was morning.

Something didn't feel right; her head was incredibly foggy, and her body hurt from head to toe. Rolling out of the bed, Alice stumbled to her feet and shut the curtains to stop the sunlight from hurting her eyes. When her vision cleared, both Stephanie and Shane McMahon were seated on the far couch of what looked to be a suite with evil smiles on their faces.

"W-What the hell is going on?" All she had on was a WCW t-shirt, no panties or bra, not that Alice noticed at the moment. "W-Where am I?"

"Oh, you poor darling." Stephanie crooned, a very evil smile gracing her face as she took in the whore. "You don't remember? Not even a little bit?"

"Of course she doesn't, Steph." Shane snorted, shaking his head as he sipped from his bottled water. He waved it in Alice's direction. "Want some? I bet you have a horribly dry mouth…"

"And I bet it hurts to talk, doesn't it sweetheart? Hurts to swallow?" Stephanie added, overly sweetly. "Sucking dick the way you were… wow. You really are a whore, aren't you?"

"Slut." He corrected, sounding almost bored, but the evil gleam in his eyes matched his sister's. "A proper whore would have charged."

"True enough."

Suddenly, it felt like a needle was jammed directly between her eyes and Alice dropped to her knees, clutching her hair in her hands, the memory sweeping her away…


"Mmm, such a good little slut…my precious Alice…" Dallas hovered over her, her wrists and ankles tied down to the bed with him completely naked on top. Alice was out of it, but that didn't matter to him. "Open wide now and no biting…" Using the headboard for leverage, Dallas slid his cock between her sweet lips and groaned, feeling her mouth take him in completely. "Ohh yeah…" He sincerely hoped she didn't have a gag reflex, figuring if she did the Deadman wouldn't be with her currently. That would soon change after this. "That's it, Alice, drive me in and out of that sweet little mouth, sugar…"

Completely out of it, Alice couldn't fight and just lay there while Dallas fucked her mouth with his cock, not being gentle either. She hadn't sucked or anything, her eyes closed while he had his way with her in this position. She was also naked and mumbled out through the mouthful of cock, which sounded like a moan.

"You gonna swallow me whole, sugar? Oh yes, you are, you're gonna swallow my seed and like it…" Dallas grunted, driving his cock harder and faster in and out of her mouth, almost to the point of bouncing on her face with his balls slapping across her chin repeatedly. He gave her just enough breathing room to where he didn't suffocate her, but not much more than that.

His warm seed shot down her throat and Alice choked on it, managing to get it down without spitting any of it out.


Snapping her eyes open, Alice looked at the bed and saw the ties before looking down at her wrists, beginning to tremble from head to toe. No…NO! This wasn't happening – it couldn't be happening! Dallas had…what the hell had Dallas done?! She stumbled to her feet again, gritting her teeth against the pounding drum in her skull and felt the tears pour down her cheeks like two rapid streams. Dallas had raped her…but why couldn't she fight back?

Stephanie felt like she could have an orgasm on the spot, taking in the way Alice was. She knew the other woman was remembering some of what had happened, how delicious! The little bitch would learn her place, or she'd wind up being a meat puppet for the rest of her contract.

"What did she do next? Oh… right…" She mockingly slapped the heel of her hand against her forehead. "Next, you let him fuck you, right? And you even let him cum in you! That is so gross, Alice. Without a condom?"

"Very dirty." Shane murmured in agreement.


She was dry, Dallas didn't overly mind. "I can fix that for you, sugar." He breathed, his entire body coated in sweat.

The orgasms he'd had… he was very glad he had been prepared for this and taken that little pill, wanting to make the most of their night together. He reached over the side of the bed and grabbed the bottle of KY, applying it liberally. Dallas didn't want to hurt his beautiful woman… much. When he slid inside of her, his eyes rolled back into his head. She was so much tighter than he thought she'd be.


Once again, she couldn't fight him back or move, the memories hitting her like a mack truck. The last thing Alice remembered was slamming down a shot of whiskey and…that was it. When she came too, she was naked, tied to a bed with Dallas's cock in her mouth. Dallas had raped her…actually raped her. Alice couldn't handle it anymore and began spewing the contents of her stomach, whatever she had in her system, on out the carpet. All the semen she had ingested mixed with alcohol, no food. She didn't have much of an appetite after seeing the display Stephanie put on Mark and drank on an empty stomach.

Her entire body shook violently, beads of cold sweat coating her from head to toe and the tears hadn't stopped. Mark, she thought heartbrokenly, using the WCW shirt she had on to wipe her mouth off and leaned back against the wall, not looking good at all. Her wrists and ankles were bruised along with most of her body, fingerprint bruises all over, including her lower extremities. Even her breasts hurt, and Alice was too weak to survey the damage done to her at the hands of Dallas.


Dallas had mauled her breasts, biting and sucking, leaving his marks everywhere. He had also, when he was done with her delectable pussy, finally untied her only to reposition Alice on her hands and knees, using those restraints to force her to stay in the position he wanted by adjusting the tension on them. He had fucked her vaginally once more before finally taking her ass for a test drive. Dallas was planning on marrying this sweet whore, she had been custom-made for him and he would gladly screw all three holes until one of them died from exhaustion for the rest of his life.


When Alice finally looked up, Stephanie was there. She grabbed a handful of those fiery red locks and very easily dragged the other woman facedown. "Clean it up, slut!" She ordered in her shrill voice, rubbing Alice's face in it. Alice was too weak to fight back and, when she was done, Alice's face was coated in her own vomit and she was hurling again. "Disgusting bitch." She spat, returning to her brother's side.

"Enough, Stephanie." Shane ordered, not believing his sister just did that and had no idea why his sister hated Alice so much. He was the one she had betrayed, not Stephanie since she had been part of WCW. He grabbed Stephanie by her hair and slammed her back on the bed when she didn't listen, trying to push Alice's face into the pile of vomit again and held his finger up. "Don't test my patience, sister. We're here for a reason and you're not helping matters any. Get control of yourself now or leave."

"Why are you defending her?!" Stephanie shrieked, not believing the audacity of her brother and blinked when she was backhanded across the face, blue eyes filling with tears. "Shane…"

"I SAID ENOUGH!" Alice had been put through the ringer, raped repeatedly in every way possible and he had to send Dallas to another room after he was finished. "We'll be lucky if the Deadman doesn't discover what happened to her! Do you want that?!"

Stephanie clamped her mouth shut, shaking her head and stayed silent, tears falling silently.

"Now then," Shane paused, turning his full attention back on Alice and didn't go near her or the pile of vomit. "You're probably wondering what happened last night. There's a simple explanation, so I'm going to use small words." He knew she was still suffering from flashbacks because the drug that was dropped in her drink didn't permit her to be completely unconscious during the rape or forget about it. It was a simple date rape drug he procured from someone off the streets and had lasted all night, just as his dealer promised. "You were drugged, Alice. It was a foolish thing for you to go to a bar by yourself last night, you know. You were drugged, and Dallas was right there to save the day by bringing you back here and…well…I think you've figured out the rest. And if you don't believe us, watch this." Then he pressed play on the VCR and showed her everything that Dallas did to her, all the positions he'd fucked her in and it was all recorded by Shane and Stephanie themselves.

Alice had nothing left in her system or she would've vomited all over again, watching her own rape happen before her very eyes.

"What is really brilliant about all of this Alice, is that the drug is now completely out of your system." Shane informed her, clasping his hands in front of him, quite businesslike at the moment.

As far as he was concerned, that's what this was – business. She had screwed with him on a professional level and well… he had just shown her Shane McMahon wasn't someone to mess with, at all. He raised a hand to Stephanie when she opened her mouth, not surprised when she clamped it shut. These women, in general, were sluts; she wasn't an exception.

"So… can't prove you were drugged… by the time we're done… you're going to be known as just THE WHORE instead of the Undertaker's whore."

Shane had won.

She had gone to war with him and lost…big time.

Everything.

Alice took the wet rag he tossed at her and wiped away the vomit on her face, the tears continuously falling. "W-What do y-you want f-from me?" She stammered out in a croak, not realizing her throat was also bruised heavily and coughed, wincing as a shot of pain pierced through her abdomen and throat.

Squatting down to be eye-level with her, Shane didn't have to contemplate what to do about this. This was all a master plan, on his and partially Dallas's part. He just included Stephanie, so she didn't feel left out of the loop and did something stupid, like turn her back on him. They were McMahons – devious and ruthless.

"That's a very good question, Alice. What do I want from you? It's simple, whore. You played me and the rest of the Alliance – you turned your back on us and you paid the price for it. I was kind enough to send Dallas away to let you get your bearings in order, to show you that video. And nobody else has to see that footage and find out about this…if you do one thing for me and Stephanie."

"W-What?" Alice whispered, not meeting his eyes and felt her stomach churn all over again, not believing she allowed this to happen to her.

This was her fault for not sticking to Mark like glue, regardless of their silly fight. None of that mattered anymore, though. Even if she cried rape to Linda McMahon and Marissa, Shane's wife, they wouldn't believe her. Nobody would. She could go to the emergency room to have a rape kit done, but again, what good would that do? It was done and there was no taking it back or changing it.

"You. Out of the WWF. Forever." Shane had paused in between words to make sure she heard him loud and clear. "We will allow you to do Summerslam simply because we're feeling generous after what happened to you." Filming a woman being raped hadn't been easy on the stomach or mind, no matter how cold-hearted he was. "Finish Summerslam and then leave the WWF. Go back to Tampa and resume your life. Do not tell Mark about this or else he will see this footage. And we can tweak it to where he will think and believe you enjoyed what Dallas did to you instead of it being construed as rape." Technology had started to grow over the past year and it was amazing what people could do with video footage, how they could manipulate it.

First, they had her raped and videotaped it and now they were blackmailing her with the footage?! Alice had watched it and knew it wouldn't take much to make the footage believable that everything was consensual. "Okay." She nodded, holding her hands up in surrender and prayed she could leave this room soon, to leave this company and get as far away from these people as possible. Mark included. "W-What if Dallas comes after me and tries to drag me back?"

"You let me worry about Dallas. You do what we tell you to do, and you won't ever have to see him again." Shane assured her, keeping the cool tone in his voice. "I promise, he won't lay another hand on you…unless you decide to defy us again. Then…I will make sure he breaks you COMPLETELY."

"I-I won't defy you. I'm done. I'm done with wrestling, with this company, with all of it. You win." Alice shakily stood up, holding the wall for leverage and didn't care vomit had gotten into her hair. "P-Please let me go…" Her entire world had shattered and gone up in flames along with her self-respect and self-esteem, truly thinking of herself as nothing more than a whore despite being raped.

Stephanie could only watch, her big blue eyes lit up with malicious fire. Shane had just torn this slut down and forced her into submission. "Of course, you're free to go, sweetie." She said when she realized her brother would let her talk again, standing up and dusting off her skirt. "Good luck getting back to the actual hotel… like that." She snorted her upper lip curling.

"I believe what's left of your clothing is in the bathroom." Shane said, pointing a lazy finger in that direction before popping the video out and pocketing it. It wasn't the only copy, he wasn't that stupid. "Pleasure doing business with you, Alice."

The second the door closed, and they were gone, Alice made her way into the bathroom, took one look at her reflection in the cracked mirror before collapsing on her knees. She had nothing left. No fight left inside of her. Who could she call? Who would believe what happened? Shane and Stephanie made it clear, mostly Shane, she was not to tell Mark. That didn't mean she couldn't tell someone else. Alice needed help, barely able to walk and saw her purse sprawled out on the bathroom floor with her cell in it. It was nearly dead, just enough juice to make one phone call and she prayed they answered.

"Hello?"

"Torrie…it's Alice…" Her voice sounded really rough and gritty, her throat killing her. "I-I need your help…and I need you not to ask any questions." She gave the woman a list of what she needed and found out what motel she was at, giving Torrie the room number. "One more thing – make sure you come alone." Then she hung up and waited, leaning back against the bathroom wall staring at the door fearfully.