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Charlie left the room, leaving Husk inside to keep an eye on Angel. The felidavianic demon strode in the room, shoulders heavy from the burden of working at place like this and a face expressing complete and utter annoyance from the burden of working with people like this.

He leaned on the wall, half-closed eyes staring at Angel, who in turn looked back at his new guard from within his crib.

"Hey" Angel waved from his tiny prison.

Husk didn't really acknowledge him. He pulled out a box of cigarettes, hitting the top of it a few times.

"You now," Angel began, with a sly tone of voice "you shouldn't really be smoking here".

"Yeah? Says who?"

Angel pointed to the wall. "No smoking!!!". With nice little caricatured silhouette of Husk holding a cigarette with a giant cloud skull in the back. Husk's eyes dashed from the sign back at Angel, who had taken up a, what he might describe as, cute pose.

Husk put away his box and continued to stare at the spider-demon with half closed eyes.

"You ain't feeling like talking today, chum?" Angel perked up.

"No, not especially".

"Why is that?"

Husk remained quiet. He took out a deck of cards and started practicing his shuffles and tricks.

"You're really good at that, you know that?" Angel chimed in.

"Yeah" Husk answered trying to not pay Angel Dust any mind.

"It's like you are a card wizard or somethin'".

"Mmhm..."

"An artisan with cards."

"Yup."

"A cardisan."

"Will shut the fuck up?" Husk blew up, cards flying every which way.

"Jeez...sorry. Lighten up a bit, wills ya? Just trying to make conversation..."

Husk grumbled as he picked the cards one by one. Angel observed the sphynx-demon with a smile spread on his face.

"Did ya want something?" Husk shot up.

"I'm glad you asked, Husky! How would you feel about letting me go?"

"Hehe...you're a funny one, Angel."

"No, I'm serious! Think about it." Angel explained, while collected the rest of his cards. "You'll get a free day off. I can go and do some work my boss has been crawling up my ass for these few days. What do you say?"

Husk leaned back on his favorite patch of wall and continued where he had left off with his tricks.

"Well? I'm sure you're just dying to split. This really ain't the place for a crap-shootin, spade-flickin, jive-talking, wise-cracking, high-rolling grifting four-flusher like yourself. Tell me, am I right or am I right?"

Husk raised an eyebrow.

"Do you even know what you just said?"

"It's about fifty-fifty" Angel waved his hand from side to side. "Point is, do you really want to be here right now?"

Husk made a few Charlier cuts until finally doing a spring from one hand to the other.

"Give me one good reason why I should let you go?" Husk murmured in a gravely tone.

"Wh-what do you mean "give you a reason"? I just gave you one! You don't want to be here!"

"Nah, nah. See..." he said, walking closer and doing a sybil "...I may not want to be here, but I am being paid for being here. And if you aren't here, there will be consequences for my financial well-being. And I'm certain they'll be some for your physical and mental as well."

"Hmm...about that..." Angel rubbed his chin in faux-thought. "I'm sure you don't really care that much about the sanctity of my health, be it physical or otherwise. But here's another thinker. What are you going to spend the money once you get it?"

"Cards. Hooch."

"Can't you make money with cards."

"I sure can."

"And if I offer you booze, that'll free up your entire day and you can go and play cards and make up for the "lost" money."

Husk raised an eyebrow.

"You ain't got nuthin that'd interest me."

"Styxian vermouth, 1331."

Husk's eyes went wide.

"You're bullshitting me."

Angel smiled.

"You ain't bullshittin me." Husk's mouth slowly few open. "Fine. What do you want?"

"Cut me loose. Let me go. You get a case of the stuff."

"Deal."

"Naturally."

#

"Here they are, Angel." Valentino showed off the other actors. "Meet Diesel, Troy, Jackie-boy, Fabio and Bayou Billie with the Heavy Balls."

Angel Dust stood, mouth agape at the five muscular, half naked minotaurs surrounding Valentino.

"Any questions?" Valentino asked, without paying much attention.

"I-I-um...well...eh..."

"I take it that's a "no".

"Wh-what's the scene you wanted me to film?" Angel Dust managed to muster out, wiping saliva from his mouth.

"Simple stuff, dear Angel. Five on one scene. Each of them goes. Then there's a gang-bang scene. Complete bukkake. I'm talking from head to toe. Some graveling, probably a cum drinking scene. You getting all of this, Angel-baby?"

"Yeah...what was that about a cum drinking scene?"

"Don't worry about it. We'll get there when we get there. Let's hope to it."

Valentino snapped his fingers two times and spun his finger, pointing to the door. Everyone got off their seats and followed him.

"Hope you haven't forgotten how things work here, Angel Dust." Valentino said as he entered the room as his two body guards followed him and positioned themselves at both sides of the door.

"No..." Angel Dust said as he exhaled a long sigh.

He took a step forward and started taking out his weapons. Knives and guns and a few bombs, all of radically different from one another in size, scope, caliber and practicality. When he was done, all his belongings were collected in a bag with the label "Angel Dust". After he was done, both guards started violently patting him down, making sure he wasn't concealing any contraband. After they were done, they sent him off into the studio with a pat on the bum and called out the minotaurs after him, followed by the camera crew and the audio engineers.

"So, Val, any guidance on the role here?"

"Mmm..." Valentino rubbed his chin. "Think of it as an exposé of the soul, where your deepest, darkest thoughts will be revealed during the act of coitus."

"I see...I was thinking more along the lines of...if you want me ass up or ass down."

"Ah, well, we'll see how it goes, how the whole thing feels. But in the meantime..."

Valentino clapped his hands Fabio jumped right next to him.

"Fabio, be a dear and start working on Angel Dust, while we get things in order."

Without a word, Fabio gave a salute, pulled out some rope and threw himself on an unsuspecting Angel Dust. He grabbed the spider demon and amidst violent protests and swears he started ting him up. First he tied his top arms behind his head. The second pair, he tied behind his back. The final pair he tied along side his legs. And his legs he tied bend at the knees.

"He! HEY! Valentino! This is not why I signed up for! This kind of oriental rope sex costs extra."

"Mmmyees, I'm well aware. Here's the thing though, Angel." Valentino bent down next to Angel Dust. "You owe me money. A lot of money. You haven't been coming to your regular shoots for the past couple of weeks. Each day you weren't here, I had to pay everyone out of my own pockets. And it wasn't like I hadn't called you. So, what the fuck gives?"

"I told you, Val! I was kidnapped!"

"Ah, yes. The kidnapped by Alastor thing. I AM willing to believe you. But, that doesn't change the fact that I still don't have my money. So we are doing this, unless you want me to find more unsavory methods of extracting financial liquidity from you."

Angel Dust blinked and shrugged.

"I guess we can do it this way."

"Excellent." Valentino replied. "Everyone, take your places. Jackie-boy, you're up first."

#

"How you feeling, Angel?" Valentino asked.

"My limbs are falling asleep here. Couldn't you have tied me up after setting up the equipment."

"Yes. But that would have been a bit too easy on you."

"You are awfully grouchy today, aren't you, Val? Haven't really seen you like this-"

Angel Dust was cut short by a swift kick in the stomach.

"Shush-shush. Be quiet now. Here's what gonna happen now. First off, Jacki-boy over there's gonna take your ass. After that its' gonna be Diesel's turn. Then Troy, then Fabio, then Bayou Billie with the Heavy Balls. Then they're gonna spit roast you. After that they'll go doubles. All the while, I will be expecting you to talk a shit about your former co-workers."

"What? Why would I do that?"

"Because I said so. And you owe me and ungodly amount of money."

"You've really gone soft in the head if you think I'll be bad mouthing anyone. I need to eat, Val. Can't just burn all my bridges."

"Oh, you can. And you will. Because if you don't, things will get more violent and more uncomfortable." Valentino started rummaging inside his coat. "The thing is, I've sunken so much money into you, it'll practically be impossible for you to repay me. Considering how your cock has grown a few inches shorter you are practically useless to me. So, here's what we are going t-"

"The cock thing is not my fault!" Angel interrupted him. "I keep telling you, it's Alas-"

Valentino kicked him once more in the stomach and straightened his tie.

"So, here's what we are going to do."

He pulled out two small cases and turned them both towards Angel Dust.

"Here we have the "Hypnovizor 2000" Valentino opened the first case, revealing a visor with what looked like a greenish liquid floating in it. "Usually used to hypnotize, can also be used to completely mindbreak someone. After you've done what I've told you, you'll wear them some time, while the minotaur boys fuck you like the little whore you are and your mind slowly melts away and your brain drips out of your ears."

"You're fucking with me." Angel gasped in disbelief.

"I...am not."

"There's no fucking way I'm wearing some brainmelter glasses, just because I owe you money! You've got to be fucked in the head if you think I'd do-"

Valentino kicked him once more in the stomach. When he was satisfied that Angel had grown quiet enough, he continued.

"Here's your second option." Valentino opened the second case revealing all manner of medical equipment inside. "These are instruments used for a lobotomy. You know what a lobotomy is, Angel Dust? It's when someone takes a spike and shoves it up your nose till they hit brain. Same result as the hypnovizor, only this time around I'll be doing things manually. I haven't done this before, so I just might miss and make things even worse for you. You starting to get the picture, you whore? You ain't coming out of this with your head intact. Either way, I'll be going home with your brain in my tumbler. It's up to you how it gets there. Don't give me that face. You'll have time to think it over. Jackie-boy! You're up. Alright people! Let's roll! We're losing daylight!"

#

Jackie-boy stepped forward - a massive, muscular specimen, with a reddish hue all around him. Angel Dust would have been excited if it wasn't for what was to come for him.

"Alright. Places. Jackie-boy, you ready?" the director asked, to which Jackie-boy gave a thumbs up. "Alright. "Spider's net". Scene 5. Take 1. Action."

Jackie-boy undid his pants, revealing a massive, girthy and veiny cock, about the size of his horn. He spat on his hand and started rubbing his dick while looking Angel Dust straight in the eyes. Angel Dust gulped.

"Whenever you're ready, Jackie-boy" the director yelled out.

After getting nice and hard, Jackie-boy grabbed Angel Dust and turned him around, after which he violently ripped his clothes off. He stroke his cock a few more before spitting on it again.

"Listen, Jackie-boy was it? Can't we take things a bit slower? You know, have a talk, a coffee, discuss our hopes and dreams an-OUAAGH!" Angel Dust screamed as the minotaur stuffed his cock in his ass.

Jackie-boy started to slowly fuck the spider demon. It didn't take long before the spit lubrication dried up and the pain became even greater for Angel Dust. He bit his lip as the minotaur railed him, in and out, in and out. He tried to enjoy it as much as he could. Soon enough he wasn't going to be enyoing anything ever again.

Jackie-boy grabbed Angel by the hair and shoved his face in the ground as his thrust became faster, more violent. Angel Dust couldn't help himself and started letting out sounds of pain. But with each sound he made, Jackie-boy became faster, started breathing heavily, as if Angel Dust's pain was getting him excited.

After a few minutes of constant fucking, Jackie-boy pulled on Angel's hair even tighter, gritted his teeth and started grunting as he increased his speed. He fucked him brutally, in and out, until he came. With a loud grunt, he slammed deep inside Angel and came in his ass. He violently pulled out his cock, still cumming, and jerked it while cumming on Angel's s back.

Jackie stood up and moved out of the way. The camera focused on Angel's cum covered body, dripping with wet, thick minotaur jizz. He ass was profusely leaking Jackie-boy's seed on the ground.

At least, he could take a breather for now.

#

Diesel and Troy stepped over the abused spider demon. The greenish Diesel lay on the ground while the bluish Troy picked up Angel placed him on top of Diesel, making sure to insert the minotaur's cock inside Angel's ass. Angel let out a yelp, but he could barely feel anything by this point. He was too tired to even notice what was happening around him. Troy bent over and managed to shove his cock inside of Angel's ass as well.

That woke up Angel from his stupor. As both minotaurs started slowly fucking the little spider, he began to get his bearings. Cum covered and sticky, he gasped each time one entered him and the other retracted. They quickened the pace every so often, leaving Angel Dust breathless.

"Say the lines, Angel" Valentino said from his chair.

"F-fuck you."

"That's not it, little boy."

Valentino picked up his case and showed the medical equipment inside. Angel Dust's eyes went wide. He grit his teeth.

"Say it."

"B-boy, you guys sure a nice fuck. Much better than Johnny Q. That bastard could barely find his dick underneath that beergut of his. At least wasn't as bad Lionel. Man, that guy sure did smell. Couldn't stop puking that entire day after sucking his dick. I can't believe Xerzx Olympus never hired you two. That dumb bastard wouldn't know talent if it hit him straight in the jaw. Oh, yeah. Fuck me! I've never been fucked like this before. Every single scene I've done's been with a bunch of limp-dicked fucks, who couldn't fuck their way out of a paperback. But you boys know how to treat me right.

#

"That's right, keep it. Do him over the table. The vizor will be done soon, so let's use what we can. After that it'll practically be a necro scene." Valentino said, taking a hit from his flask. "If you're gonna cum, cum on the vizor as well. Lord knows there ain't enough helmet money shots."

Just then, the wall came crashing down.

"Hold up, fuckwads!" Vaggie yelled up, with the entire hotel staff standing behind her. "You've got something of ours, Valentino. We are expecting it back."

Valentino furrowed his brow. He uncrossed his legs and got up. Clapping twice, everybody, except the cameraman, dropped what they were doing and turned around to face the staff.

In a blink of an eye, the entire set erupted in a fight. Knives, guns, bombs and even the occasional tentacle flew in the air. Husk found himself in brawl with Bayou Billie with the Heavy Balls, exchanging jabs and haymakers. He would have be so happy if he could have just finished his game for once, without any interruption.

Bayou Billie with the Heavy Balls managed to sock him in the chin, to which, now tired of playing fair, Husk pulled out a glass bottle and smashed it across his face.

Vaggie and Niffty were fighting off Diesel and Jackie-boy, while Alastor had basically taken care of the rest of the crew by opening a tentacle gate.

Amidst the carnage and violence Charlie ran across the set, grabbing Angel Dust and yanking the vizor of hiss head.

"Ch-charlie?" he managed to say in a sluggish tone.

"It's alright Angel, we're here to help you."

"Char-charlie..."

"Shush, shush. It's going to be alright."

Charlie picked up the spider demon and ran back.

"Ain't feeling too good, Angel?" Valentino yelled out, seeing the Angel Dust's vacuous look. "You should have stayed a bit longer. At least it would have been a mercy to wipe you out completely. This is just cruelty!"

Valentino laughed as Charlie exited the building, the half-comatosed Angel Dust leaving a trail of spit after them.

"We've got the spider bite! I repeat, we've got the spider bite! We are clear for take-off" Vaggie yelled out and retreated after socking Diesel in the balls with Niffty close behind.

After the hotel staff had left the building, Alastor took a step.

"Valentino, my body, I hope there aren't any hard feelings! Oh, who am I kidding, we came here because of hard feelings. I guess it's time to end this..."

Alastor extended his hands and clapped. The tentacle gate expanded, with the tentacles grabbing the entire building and pulling it down. Valentino watched with bemused smile from inside.

"I'll be back soon, you old deer. And when I get back, I'll be taking back my spider and I'll be mantling all your heads on my wall. Starting with your, Alastor."

The building collapsed, taken by whatever dark creature Alastor had summoned.

Charlie looked at Angel, his eyes empty, staring at the sky.

"You think we can fix him up?" Vaggie asked, genuine concern in her voice.

"Yeah. All his needs is his milk bottle."

"M-milk?" Angel Dust stammered and began waving his hangs.

"See? He's still our little boy, somewhere in there. We just got to fish him out."