He breathed as he mentally timed each movement. If he released too soon, it would ruin the shoot, but if he held on too long it would cause him physical discomfort. He had to let his partner lead him in each thrust...each turn...each action.

The director gave the signal that they were ready for the climax. The faceless demon above him pumped into him a couple more times before he pulled him forwards so he was sitting on his partner's lap. His long legs sprawled across the other demon's thick thighs. He felt large film hands grabbing hold of his ass cheeks bringing him up a few inches before none-to-gently slamming him back down on the flesh piston within his rectum. He mentally noted how uncomfortable it felt to be doing things this way. It felt strange to feel mentally thrown off by how big his co-actors cock actually was. He had done this with so many men of varying sizes, and the occasional woman over the decades since this studio had been built, as well as the brothels and peep shows before that. He didn't remember the faces of his partners, and he never liked any of them anyway so it didn't matter if one of them was a familiar face or not. Some were gentle and let him take the lead, but most were rough and asserted dominance in every situation.

In moments such as this, he had become adept at letting his consciousness drift to the back of his mind. He would just surrender himself to the action while contemplating other things. Such as wondering how much Valentino would pay him for this shoot. Would he actually be able to make something decent tonight or would he be stuck with overly salted and spicey ramen for the fifth time that week? Maybe Alastor made Jambalaya again and there would be leftovers in the fridge. That French-Creole crap wasn't as good as classic Italian. It was... okay, but it lacked the subtle and nuanced flavors of dishes such as Chicken Piccata, or Veal Marsala. Heck, even simple Pasta Pomodoro was better than that goop. But hey, food was food.

He wrapped his legs around his partner's waist as he felt himself preparing for the release. Finally, his partner lifted him up one last time before bringing him down hard and came inside him giving a loud roar of lust and need. He wanted to scream out at the pain and humiliation felt but forced it to become a cry of ecstasy as he arched his back finally allowing his own loins to release their seed.

His partner removed himself leaving him the briefest moment to recover and get to his feet before he was pressed against a nearby wall as his partner ground up against him. Promising the viewers that their sexual romp was far from over. Grabbing his partner's face he closed the scene by inviting the long slippery tongue into his mouth.

"Okay, that's a wrap," The director announced. "Good job everyone!" The larger demon's bulky frame moved away, finally allowing him the chance to breathe.

He hated the moments when he felt like being squeezed. Valentino only grudgingly tolerated his insistence on being allowed to keep his boots on during shoots and his refusal to do any foot-related projects. He had never taken any pleasure or sexual desire in the sight of feet when he had been alive as a human. But now, his feet as a demon disgusted him at how ridiculous they looked. He could get behind being a spider demon...he may have been related to a small crime family, but the Mafia did cast a wide net in the underworld. From racketeering, drug distribution, and prostitution. To dabbling in various industries or having strong Machiavellian footholds within the police and the government itself. Still, to know his own legs ended in what could be described as pink hooves. If he could he would have had his stockings surgically grafted to his body so he could permanently hide the grody disgusting things. The boots or at least stockings had been the only allowance, the moth wouldn't hear refusal for anything else.

"It doesn't matter if you enjoy it or not," Val had snarled after Angel had complained about a shoot where he felt like he was being crushed. "You can't get special treatment for every single thing you don't like. You do what the people want and learn to love it, that's the nature of this business, got it! If you whine to me about any of this bullshit again, I'll make sure that your next punishment will involve you getting squeezed."

A random stagehand tossed him his robe which he gratefully pulled on as he made his way off the set and to the dressing room for a shower. This was his final shoot of the day, and he longed to wash away the cum and other things that had dried into his fur..

"Good job today," Dia said from where she stood beside her life partner and co-worker Summer. Angel just lifted a hand palm up to let them know he acknowledged the compliment but said nothing to either demoness in response. He had no feelings towards the two girls in general...they were okay he guessed. Though he would like them better if they weren't so subservient to Valentino. Dia was pleasant much of the time and tried to be friendly towards him, she also did take the time to see if he was okay following one of Valentino's moods. Summer on the other hand much of the time was catty and was at times jealous that Angel did have Valentino's favor, despite knowing and seeing for herself that being the "Boss's Pet" was anything but a blessing.

"He hurts you because you resist him," Summer had said following an incident where Valentino had backhanded him across the face. "Just do what he wants, it won't hurt quite as much."

Easy for her to say, the two of them were broken. It sounded so simple, just fall into the mindset of letting people have what they want out of you. Just let 'em have what they want, do what they tell you, if you obey it'll all be over and you won't get hurt...quite as much. If he wasn't already dead, he would have taken his life decades ago just to escape it all.

Giving in to his owners...his Johns...the randos he had to screw for every film and photoshoot, it was all so tempting to just give in to them. Unfortunately, it didn't make the pain go away, it only made it worse. If you gave in they all hurt you because they knew they could, because they knew you would take it, and because they believed you felt you deserved it. If you resisted, yeah you'd be hurt, but at least you'd be controlling how and why the pain was delivered.

Stepping into the dressing room he gathered up his clothing and walked into the shower. He at first locked the door so he could have some privacy, but paused and unlocked it again. Val had punished him simply for locking the door to the shower one time. The Moth had excused it as demanding access to him whenever he needed it. Angel knew the truth however, it was so Val could be allowed to take advantage of him while he was in a vulnerable position. It was how he operated and maintained control over his employees, anything he could take or twist as an act of resistance or aggression was something he could use as an excuse for discipline.

That was the worst part of being dead...you couldn't die to escape your tormentors. They were always there to hurt you; to grind you into the dirt, and there was no way to run from it. You were always a slave to the pain. Even if you did manage to gain your freedom there would just be another asshole to make you feel like shit, and one after them, and after them, and so on. Sooner or later...sooner or later...you just stopped running.

Stripping out of his robe, Angel flipped on the shower letting the water warm up before he stepped into the spray. He stood numbly as both sets of hands idly scrubbed at the fur on his torso and legs, washing away the sweat and semen that coated his body.

As much as he wanted to cry he didn't want Valentino to enter the room and to have any sort of satisfaction of seeing him break. He would allow the tears to flow back at the hotel when he knew he could be alone...when things were private.

While he outwardly enjoyed the recognition and fan-adoration he received. It was all a persona he showed the world, on the inside he hated being a porn star. He despised being offered out for 10K a night, and only earning about $50 of it while the rest lined Valentino's pockets. He hated going out on stage to seductively shake his ass before an adoring crowd with a come hither smile on his face. While he really just wanted to lay waste to all of them with a Thompson submachine gun. He was sick and tired of it all... but he couldn't leave.

It wasn't that he didn't want to leave. He had tried to escape...he had tried...his owners, his boyfriends, his lovers... his rapists. Some of them coaxed him or convinced him to return, telling him bullshit stories about how they have changed and they'd be better. Most however hunted him down and hurt him for escaping. The last time he had tried to escape Valentino had resulted in his gold tooth put in, an eternal reminder that he was Valentino's personal plaything to use and exploit as he so desired.

Still, if he wasn't 'Angel Dust-the Porn Star', what was he otherwise? He didn't have any skills to be anything of worth, aside from being a slut. He had the skills that came with having a crime family. But Pops would sooner erase him on sight vrs actually sitting down for a father-son reunion. And his Fratello...it was safer for the two of them if they didn't associate.

Angel had gotten into the sex trade because it was the furthest thing from his family business that he could find. He had learned the hard way it wasn't wise to openly trust others beyond himself. Every time he opened his heart to someone it was only to have it broken and stomped on time after time after time. From lovers cheating on him to overall just being abusive and controlling. People would use him as something to barter off or sell, forced him to use his own body to pay off a manager's bar tab, or offered him up as part of the pot when a lover gambled. When someone won, it just became more of the same abuse until they grew tired of him. If the house won he was immediately put into the Casino's entertainment, living on his meager earnings until he squirreled enough away to buy his freedom or someone else bought him. Just another asshole that only wanted to jerk him around like always, it wasn't any different than when he was alive. The only difference was that he at least wasn't losing people he loved through death.

It was during times like this he longed for his sister, Molly. Whenever he was distressed or frustrated she would be there as someone he could turn to for comfort, much like she knew she could depend on him as a protector and someone she knew she could talk to about whatever was on her mind. That was likely one of the reasons Pops had about separating them when they were kids. Even now after all the years that had passed since he had died. He could still remember hearing her voice talking to him while he hung in the void between life and death.

"Anthony," She would say. The Brooklyn twang in her voice was replaced by a soft Italian lilt in her voice. A voice that sounded like his late mother's as she spoke or sang softly to him, trying to guide him back. He couldn't see her or feel her, but he could feel her presence around him. "Anthony...can you hear me? It's Molly, it's your sister...I'm right here with you." When her presence did fade he found he was holding his sister's rosary in his hand. Something that sadly wasn't able to be brought into Hell with him when he lost his battle against the hand of death. All he knew is that he had been alone when he felt himself being pulled into the blackness and knew nothing more.

There had only been one moment when he felt his older brother's presence and that was early on in his coma. His Fratello didn't have the gentle loving presence of his sister, instead, his brother's spirit felt like it was at war with itself. A war of anger and grief, but he could feel the part that was anger and disapproval directed at him.

"You've succeeded in tearin' this family apart, are you fucken' happy now?"

He could still hear his older brother's growl in irritation before Molly scolded him into silence. As much as he didn't blame his brother for being angry with him. If he could have woken up at that moment, he probably would have wanted to slug the older man in the face. Couldn't his Fratello see that Pops had already torn the family apart the moment he started raising his fists against his own children? Their family has already been torn apart the day their mother died. If he had known...if he could have stopped the overdose from happening...he would have.

As for his mother...he didn't know where she was, but he liked to believe she wasn't in a horrible place such as this. Even if she was in Hell, he doubted he would have recognized her. She had passed away when he and Molly had been small children; just another casualty of the Spanish Flu.

His sister he knew without a shadow of a doubt had to have been reborn in Heaven, there was no way it could be otherwise. She didn't have the soul of a sinner as he did, he just knew in his very being she was at peace somewhere where she was happy.

"There are people out there for you, Anthony," Molly had said once. "You have to let people see you for who you truly are and let them love you. Don't let Papa and our family reputation stop you. Find friends, create a new family; once you have that...you run. You break ties with Papa and Fratello and leave."

He had found a friend he felt he could trust, but things ended badly. His friend met an unfortunate and untimely end, while his friend's family barred him from the funeral; seeing him both as something freakish and unnatural as well as the thing that took their loved one's life. He had turned to drugs and booze to escape the pain and torment of his father, and those who saw him as an anathema...a monster because of who he wanted to love, his namesake becoming both his obsession and his death.

He was in hell because he had run away from his family, from his life. But...did he need to be? When Charlie approached him about her desire to redeem souls, he didn't know what to think. In his experience when people offered you something good, there were usually strings attached or they intended to hurt you later. But Charlie had been sincere and enthusiastic about her idea, and really believed there was something good in him. He wasn't ready to openly trust her...not yet. The worst kind of people who hurt you are the ones that make you believe they actually do care about you only to kick you to the curb when you no longer suit their needs. But there was still part of him that really did want to believe Charlie's idea really was for real and that there actually was something worth redeeming.

Shutting off the shower he toweled off and got dressed, reaching into his pocket he looked at his HellPhone and saw he still had a couple of hours before he was needed at the club. He could grab some shut-eye in the green room before he was expected to perform again.

The green room was dark as he entered it, but the moment Angel flicked on the light his blood immediately ran cold. Sitting at the table was Valentino, his sharp red teeth twisted into a leering grin.

"Hello...Angel Cakes," the Moth Demon said as he spat out a string of red smoke in the porn stars' direction. Angel winced as he felt the tendril of red smoke coil up seductively up his neck carrying with it the heady scent of Val's cigarettes.

"Val..." Angel said. "You need me for something?"

"Yes," Val responded as he stood up and approached, "I need you for a...private show."

"Okay," Angel responded, not liking the way Val said "private show". "I'm scheduled for a club performance at seven tonight."

"No, you are on standby." Valentino corrected as one of his arms pulled Angel further into the room before pulling the door shut and locking it. "Dia and Summer will be performing tonight, I need you to do a private show for...me!" Alarm bells went off in the Porn Stars head

"What is this about," Angel demanded as he was pushed back against the heavy table in the middle of the room. His spine felt like it would snap as he was pinned against the wooden surface. His two main arms were held over his head by one of Valentino's while his lower arms were held down by the moth's lower arms. Valentino's remaining free arm unbuttoned the front of Angel's jacket allowing the garment to fall open. Angel felt his heart leap into his throat. Val was going to rape him right here...for what? He had done everything that had been scheduled today, he was keeping true to his word that the Hotel was just for the free housing. "I've done everything on the schedule you've wanted me to do."

"Angel...Angel...Angel," Val chidingly said, his leering smile twisting into a sneer. "How naive you are, did you think I wouldn't notice that you seemed to gain some friends in rather high places?"

"If ya' meaning the Princess," Angel stated. It was known that Charlie was the Princess of Hell, but that was something that was easy to forget as her status didn't seem to mean much to her subjects. "I wouldn't call her a friend...she's more of a...you know a housemate...a really annoying one."

"And what about the Radio Demon," Valentino probed.

"He's only helping the hotel for his own reasons," Angel said. "Mostly to be entertained by watching everything fail... The guys' too creepy to even consider a friend anyway. I honestly never even heard of him by the "Radio Demon" name until a couple of days ago."

"I see," Val inquired. "How do I know...you don't intend on using this 'hotel project' as a means of escaping me again?"

"THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW IF THE WHOLE REDEMPTION IDEA CAN WORK," Angel raised his voice. It was his fear and frustration talking, but part of him hoped someone would hear what was going on and come to investigate. While Valentino was the head of the studio, few demons there actually knew what Valentino liked to do to his performers behind the scenes.

"The whole thing is just a scheme," Angel continued. "Just something cooked up as an alternative to the Exorcists coming to deal with the Overpopulation. If things was that simple, don't you think someone would have come up with that before now?"

"Perhaps…" Valentino said as he leaned forward pressing his growing erection against Angel's crotch. His long red tongue sliding up Angel's neck, the Spider shuddered in response. "Convince...me, that you are not going to betray me."

~This is really happening…~ Angel mentally said as he felt his body respond to the stimulation that Valentino was giving him. He let out an involuntary gasp as he felt his chin getting roughly clutched by a black hand.

"Do I need to make this rough for you," Valentino asked toyingly?

"No...Daddy," Angel responded, feeling like the biggest loser in all of existence.

"Are you going to behave yourself," Valentino inquired just as toyingly?

"Yes...yes Daddy," Angel answered as he was allowed to sit up from where he was pinned against the tabletop. Val peeled away Angel's white and pink jacket and tossed it aside before he took Angel's face in both of his hands and slipped his tongue into Angel's mouth, while Val's lower arms ran up and down the spider's thighs.

~I can do it,~ Angel thought to himself. ~I can bite down right now and give him a dose of my venom again. It wouldn't be lethal...but it would make him weak enough to let me get away.~ He had a venomous bite that did come in handy now and again when he was defending himself. The venom was only strong enough to make someone seriously ill, but in many cases that was enough.

~But then what...~ Angel thought as he began to doubt the action. ~Where can I go afterward, he knows about the hotel so he'd try to find me there, and he knows about my girl buddy so he'd check to see if I'm hiding out with her, or punish me through her. If I'm caught again he'll do worse than just rape me, I know that from experience. And if he doesn't catch me...he could hurt Nuggz, maybe everyone else at the hotel. He could still do that in either case...damn it. If I don't do something quick it'll just be more of the bullshit he's done to me over the years... but I can't ~

"Thinking about something…" Valentino purred threateningly.

"What...no," Angel responded. He didn't need to make things worse for himself by letting on he was plotting a way to fight back. This wasn't like the film shoots, he couldn't let his mind drift. Val liked his fucks to be mentally present, if he suspected they were trying to zone out he would stop and then get rough when they thought the whole thing was over and it was safe to return to their present mind. "I was wondering how you wanted me to perform for you tonight?"

"Good boy," Valentino smiled evilly at the nearly naked demon before him. "Get on your knees and suck my dick." Angel felt his stomach turn at that request, but he was in no position to refuse.

Dropping down to the floor and getting to his knees. He opened Valentino's jacket enough to grab hold of the zipper of Valentino's skin-tight capris with his teeth and pulled it down over the thick bulge allowing the Moth's member to spring free. Opening his mouth he ran his tongue along the tip of the flesh pole before, teasingly tracing it up and down Val's penis. A hand in his hair signaled that the taller demon was ready for him to take him fully into his mouth. Angel teased the tip of Val's cock, lightly probing the slit with his tongue before he engulfed the scrotum pole as far as he could take it. Hugging Valentino's hips as he bobbed his head; pumping the purplish-blue dong in and out of his mouth.

"Oh yeah," Valentino groaned in pleasure. "That feels nice, Sugar. You like how I taste?"

"I love how ya taste, Mr. Valentino sir," Angel responded obediently.

"Tell me how much," Val leered, drool slipped between his teeth and down his chin. "You like my dick enough to suck it forever?"

"I love the taste of your dick," Angel responded. "Please let me suck it for eternity, Daddy!" Valentino grabbed hold of Angel's face, pulling him fiercely forward, pistoning his john in and out of the spider's mouth. Angel nearly gagged when he felt Val's manhood hitting the back of his throat as he climaxed. He forced himself to swallow the fountain of cum, a trickle of white semen rolled out of the corner of Angel Dust's mouth as Valentino removed himself.

"Ooo," Valentino said in ecstasy."You really know how to please me, Angel pie, but this show isn't over yet, I still want more from you." Roughly pulled to his feet, Angel found himself forced to lean forward bracing his hands against the top of the heavy wooden table one of Valentino's hands fondled the fluff on Angel's chest. While another of the Moth's hands slipped beneath the spider's skirt touching the hardening organ.

Angel moned reluctantly giving into sensations his body was giving him. He wanted to fight, but he couldn't. If he did it could cost him...returning to the hotel with unexplained bruises would catch unwanted attention. Being stuck at the studio all night would certainly cause Charlie to worry, or worse...he could be stuck in that horrible room for days...weeks. Then what...if Charlie or Vaggie called to see about his whereabouts, Val would just feign ignorance and that could give Val reason to keep him longer. As far as everyone at the hotel would know, he could have been erased.

"Shouldn't…" Angel asked cautiously. "Shouldn't we take this up to...ya know...the penthouse? In case anyone wants to take their break in here?"

"It's no problem, Angel Cakes," Valentino said as he pulled the zipper on Angel's skirt, letting the garment fall to the floor. "I have already informed everyone I needed this break room for a meeting and didn't want to be disturbed. Everyone except you, of course...since you are my meeting."Angel blinked back tears knowing what was to happen...he had resigned himself to the probability of this. He could feel Valentino's unsheathed cock had grown hard once more as it was traced up and down where the thin string of fabric of his thong cut through the cleft of his ass. Val was already getting into position for his starting thrust when there was a knock on the door. The Moth became annoyed and attempted to ignore the interruption so he could continue to ravish his prize, but the knock persisted.

"Damn it," Val grumbled as his arousal faded. Tucking himself back into his pants and zipping his fly he stepped out of the room to argue with whoever was on the other side of the door. Angel hurriedly hid under the table. Grabbing and putting his skirt back on as a cover in case the unknown heroic messenger happened to catch sight of what he had been interrupting. After some muffled yells from Valentino and some unintelligible pleas from the unfortunate interrupter, the Moth finally returned. "It seems there is an urgent matter that requires my attention. Our little session would have to wait."

"Yes, Mr. Valentino," Angel said, though he was secretly doing a mental happy dance.

"Take tomorrow off," Val added."Heck, take the next couple of days off. Get yourself dressed, cleaned up, and head back home to this Happy Hotel of yours. You're done for the day. Have a nice night...and Angel...if you do try to escape…" The unspoken threat hung in the air as the Mothy Pimp left the room.

Angel remained where he was still crouched under the table. He wasn't going to cry, not here. Shakily he crawled out of his hiding place and got to his feet, locating his jacket and putting it on, his fingers fumbling as he redid the brass buttons. Hurriedly he left the room and made his way out of the studio. He needed to get away before Val had the opportunity to change his mind.