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Dollhouse

part 1

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Orderly Blue Jones/F!Reader

Warnings: Non-Con, some blood and violence, loss of virginity. Shitty parents. Maybe religionkink if you squint? Idk man. Age Gap

A/N: Let me start by saying I have not watched this movie yet! Anyway- this came up in a conversation between @lovely-cryptid and I and decided to give it a go. Hopefully it doesn’t suck. It’s actually the first long thing I’ve written in awhile actually? Right now I plan for this to have at least 3 parts!

You knew your parents were going to be furious. You knew that what you were doing was morally wrong on every level of what you supposedly believed in. Despite the deep rooted religious beliefs and the bigotry that usually comes with it- you never would have thought this is what they would do to you upon finding you half naked in your bedroom, straddling your boyfriend. You’re a legal fucking adult. Okay so maybe only by a month or two, doesn’t matter. All you’d been doing was kissing. Kissing for fucks sake. You hadn’t even been able to get to the actual deed. He was supposed to be your first, But the moment your father burst into your room, having arrived home early for work, you knew the worst was already assumed. Because to your parents, kissing was just as sacred as anything else, and you’d only just started dating a week ago. The way your father rips you from him leaves bruises that are still covering your smooth skin. He’s shouting as he pushes you into your mothers arms. The poor boy on your bed scrambling to his feet and barley making it out of your window before your father can get him.

The church had suggested in patient therapy. Your parents were all too thrilled to lock you inside some loony-bin, get you out of their hair. A nymphomaniac theyd called you.

You had no choice. No say in this matter. You weren’t fucking crazy God Damnit, you just wanted some fucking dick. And it wasn’t fucking fair that buck-toothed Tammy Johnson was getting railed in the woods every day and you, a pretty decent human being, were getting nothing.

You press the heels of your palms against the burning of your eyes, begging that they listen. That no more tears will come out. You can’t do this. It was only day number one and you couldn’t even imagine being in this hell any longer. A bravery you’d rarely felt had begun to creep deep in your chest, swelling in your throat. You were getting out of here.

Most of the day you were being seen by a psychiatrist. Apparently the powers that be decided you needed some medication to deal with your ‘problem’ the problem you really didn’t even have.

Dinner tasted bland compared to the food you were used to. The casserole was undercooked, some of it crunched in your teeth before you gulped it down. The juice they’d given you tasted like it was cut with water. Disgusting. It wasn’t until after you’d thrown away a barley eaten meal that fate shines on you. Two orderlies are chatting it up, sitting at one of the tables closest to double doors- the ones you have to leave out of in order to make it back to your room. With your heart pounding in your ears your body propels forward, letting you get closer. Your feet awkward tripping over each other right as you pass by. Both men laugh. It’s cruel, the type of sound a bully would make to their prey. The jokes on them though, you’ve acquired yourself a key card. You press it up under your breast, letting your natural curves hide the small card. They didn’t do full searches you’ve noticed. Only oral inspections and pocket pat downs. The orderly on the opposite side of where you’ve fallen finally stands.

“Let’s get you back to your room.”

By lights out your entire body feels like a live wire. The anxiety you feel is almost crippling. Could you pull this off? What if you got caught? I mean- you’re not legally bound here. They can’t just… make you stay, can they? These are thoughts that plague your mind as the wall clock ticks loudly.

Finally after what feels like hours everything seems to settle in for the night. It’s now or never. You take a deep breath, slipping out of the scratchy sheets and shiver as your toes meet the cool tile. You could do this. You’d done nothing wrong.

If Lennox House was hell than he was the Devil. Not that anyone was ever really able to tell, not until it was too late. It was an unspoken rule among orderlies and patients. Blue Jones ran this place. Rightfully so. He could outrun just about anyone, overpower just about anyone, he was smart and knew his shit, and what he didn’t know he charmed his way around. A true narcissistic megalomaniac if there ever was one. Everyone stayed on his good side, because when you’re on Blue Jones’ good side your chances of dying mysteriously or getting shit-sacked instantly drop to 50 percent. You hadn’t even been on his radar. He’d heard of a new patient being brought in, but had some other business to deal with, and by the time he was making his rounds it was already lights out. Things were quiet. A good night. Until 3am. The alarms blared, another orderly slams the door to his room open.

“We got a runner. New girl.”

The announcement should annoy him, but all he can feel is excitement. He loves when they try to run.

“I got her.”

Blue stands, grabbing his lab coat and pulling it on.

“Get the solitary cell ready. No camera.”

Holy shit. Holy Shit. This was happening and it was working. You’d never been a fighter before way too scared of getting your ass handed to you. Your parents had always told you to be a good girl. Keep your head down. Don’t cause a ruckus. You’d listened to them for so long. Look how much good that had done you. When orderlies get close to you a few well placed jabs have them knocked out cold, their noses bloodied from the force you’d hit them with. The adrenaline coursing through your veins keeps you from feeling the bruising of your knuckles. You’re almost there, just one more set of doors and- you skid to a halt, your socks sliding across the tiled floor from the sheer speed you’d been going.

This is the moment your life changes forever.

Fear is the first emotion you register. He’s standing there, arms crossed right over his chest. His posture radiates power and eliminates any confidence you’d had, but only for a second. You dart to the side, using the keycard you’d swiped earlier to slip inside the door closest to you.

The room is huge. Giant metal lockers and storage units are stacked neatly along the walls and in the middle of the room. You immediately fling yourself into the closest one, covering your lips and standing as still as possible.

The door opens, the heavy force of it being slammed shut rattles your little safe haven. Heavy, slow footsteps taunt you.

“Come on out. It’s over”

His voice sends shivers down your spine. It’s deep. Dangerous. The sound of footsteps gets closer, heavier. You try to press yourself back against the metal.

Blue makes a show of it. Slowly walking from locker to locker, opening them, sometimes kicking against the doors.

“Listen girlie. You ain’t gonna get away from me. I’m top dog around here. Come on out and I’ll only hurt you a little, okay?”

You think the fuck not. With each loud bang you jump, biting your tongue to keep from screaming. You can taste the blood.

Another loud bang. And then he’s right in front of your hiding space. You can see pure white through the slats of the locker. There’s a pause, he inhales deeply.

“There she is.”

The sound of metal slamming deafens you momentarily- strong hands gripping your shoulders and ripping you forward. You trip over your own feet landing in a crumpled, clumsy pile on the floor. Back on your hands, butt planted on the floor, you scramble backwards, trying to put as much distance between you and him. He’s not like the others. This one is dangerous.

“Ya really almost had it huh?”

He’s kneeling over you in a moment, a ziptie in his hand. The closeness of a man you’ve never known makes your heart race and your skin crawl. He smells like cleaning sterilizer and axe body spray. From this close up you get a good look at him. Strong jaw, widened eyes that taunt you yet also pull you in. His strong arms- the way his fingers wrap around the ziptie he’s holding.

“That’s right- be a good gir-“

You slam your head right into his nose, causing him to stumble back with a curse. An adrenaline high is enough to take him down, but not for long. He’s screaming curses, holding his nose while curled on the floor. You don’t look back.

Blue pushes himself up, a stream of foul language leaving him while he resets his nose. There’s a sick grin on his face and with a newly renewed vigor he cracks his knuckles and neck.

“She’s feisty, heh. Ahah.”

He allows himself a moment of laughter before turning and rushing out of the door after you.

The night air feels so nice against your skin. You wish you had time to actually enjoy what a beautiful night it was but there was no doubt that the orderly you’d just met would be after you soon. You fling the keycard you’d stolen into the bushes, pull off your socks and begin to run, the hard concrete didn’t bother you one bit. The doors behind you slam open and sure enough there he is, eyes wild and nostrils flaring, dried blood caking his plush lower lip.

“You’re fuckin dead meat, bitch”

Oh. That didn’t sound good at all.

“I dont think so?”

You dont know why you taunt him, you can’t stop the words from coming out. He doesn’t seem like the one to take kindly to backtalk, but then again you’re really on a ‘disappoint everyone’ kick so why not. You propel yourself forward with all you’ve got, darting between a few large vans and dropping to roll under them. The asphalt scrapes against your skin, opening small cuts against the otherwise unmarred skin. The Orderly is yelling now- slowly creeping closer as he seeks you out.

“You’re already caught. Why make it worse for yourself?”

There’s a loud smash, followed by the sound of breaking glass next to your face. Fuck when had he gotten so close? It’s too late though. You’ve made a grave mistake. A large hand wraps around your ankle, dragging you over concrete and shards of glass. It digs into skin, the wounds deepening when he grips your hair and pulls you onto your knees in front of him.

“Caught you again.”

You snarl at him, like some kind of rabid animal. He’s never liked the ones with fight, but you. You were a sight. Knees, legs and arms blackened by the parking lot, your own nose bloody from the wicked headbutt you’d give him. It’s then Blue realizes you’re cute. Cheeks flushed from the chase and eyes wide like a doe and teary. There’s something there in your eyes, he’s not sure what, but he decides right then that you’re going to be his. He’d had flings with patients before. Almost always actually but those were just fun little power trips. This. This could be good. You would be good for him. He’d just have to show you that.

Blue doesn’t expect you to wind back and propel yourself into him with all of your weight, your bloodied fist smashing him square in the balls. He topples over and groans, croaking out every derogatory term you can call a woman. You scramble back to your feet, chest heaving as you break into another sprint. You get farther this time only to come to a halt as you approach the guard box. He’s asleep. That stupid fuck is asleep. You laugh then, almost hysterically. Maybe there was a god. You step forward, relief finally creeping into your sore muscles. You’d just started to feel it- the promise of freedom, when everything crashes around you. You get thrown off kilter, body colliding with the rough ground. You yelp as teeth dig into the flesh of your shoulder, an arm wrapping around your neck and wedging you between his bicep and forearm. You scramble on the concrete, sputtering and gasping as his hold tightens around your throat. Everything is hot- sweaty, soiled skin causing friction as he situated himself on to your back, holding you down and unlatching his teeth. His breathing is hard and labored. Your vision goes blurry, consciousness fading quickly. Is he going to kill you? As if he can read your thoughts his hold loosens, but only a little.

Blue drags you to your feet, gripping you by the hair at the back of your neck. You’re bruised and bloody and absolutely filthy. Tar from the parking lot has covered your hospital issued night gown and your skin, blood trickles down your legs and elbows, glass still sticking out of your knees.How he still has so much strength after chasing you is incredible in itself. You follow him like a rag doll, not like you have much choice.

“Please don’t-“

“Shut up”

“Please I - I’m sorry I just-“

Fuck the tears were coming. You couldn’t stop them. Maybe he’d have mercy on you for your little show of bravery. You look like a deer in headlights. Like a baby fawn who can barley walk.

“You will be.”

Your legs freeze in place but that doesn’t stop him from forcing you forward, his grip tightening and causing your hair to pull against your scalp.

If only you’d known the consequences of your actions. Hindsight is always 20/20.

Blue leads you through the now quiet halls, passing orderlies not daring to look at either of you as he ushers you by. There’s a split second of relief as the two of your near your assigned room only to be stamped out when he drags you past it and through another set of doors.

“W-Where are you taking me”

You’re still crying. You haven’t stopped since- well you actually don’t know when you even began.

“If you don’t shut your mouth I’ll put it to use right here”

You have no idea what that even means but decide against asking him for clarification. Blue finally stops at a giant iron door. You notice it’s the only set of doors on this hallway. He opens what looks like heavy iron as if it was nothing, pushing you in with such force you fall to your hands and knees. The sticky wetness of your blood causes you to slip as you attempt to catch yourself, your upper half falling flat to the cold padded flooring of the room. He shuts the door behind him, not bothering to lock it.

Your eyes go wide, fresh tears falling down your cheeks and mixing with the blood painting your skin. The man towering over you looks nothing less than a predator. For a moment he’s standing there, looking at you kneeled before him. It’s not like you’re doing it by choice, you’re in so much pain that now you’re in this position it hurts to move.

“I like you better like that.”

Hes circling you now, watching you. Drinking in the very sight of you. The sound of your first and last name passing his lips makes you quiver.

“Nymphomaniac huh? At your age?”

He whistles.

“You must have some real daddy issues huh?”

When you don’t reply he sucks his teeth.

“I -I’m not-“

“Yeah yeah I heard what you told the psychologist. It’s in your file. Sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me though.”

You shake your head, eyes trained on the floor. His shoes come into your direct line of sight before he’s kneeling, finger under your chin. This man looks like he’s going to devour you whole.

“I bet you really are as bad as they think. Bet you’re not even a virgin.”

You choke back a sob, the memories of all the terrible things your parents had said to you, All the things they’d told you would happen just because you had sex with a man, or at least they’d thought you had coming back.

“I am!”

You don’t know why you feel like you need validation. There’s no use in arguing, does it really matter if you are arent? You’re here now.

“Let’s see about that?”

“Wha-“

Your entire body gets jerked backward, his fingers clutching the buttons holding your scratchy nightdress together. Blue rips the material apart too easily, tossing it behind his back without a care. The noise you make is between a squeak and a yelp. Before you can move to cover yourself or try to scramble away he has an arm pressed down your body, pulling your back flush to him. The fabric of his soiled scrubs is much softer than you thought it’d be. The Orderly knocks your legs farther apart, kneecaps slipping on the bloodied padded tiles. Your legs spread deliciously, revealing plain white underwear. You hear him scoff.

“Well, I cant blame anyone for not fucking you wearing these.”

Your cheeks burn in shame. Was this really happening to you? Your parents had sent you here because they’d swore you were possessed by some lustful demon, and now you were about to be consumed by one.

A gasp rips from your lungs, your body scrambling against his hold to try and get away. He only holds you closer, pushes his finger against the boring fabric covering your most precious place.

“Please stop- I - won’t tell anyone and I wont try again please I -“

“So now you care about being good?”

You nod frantically.

“Yes! Yes I won’t cause any more issues please.”

That earns you a hearty laugh. He lets go of you.

“Alright then. Go on.”

You stand on your shaky legs, triumph swelling your chest. Thank god.

You make it two steps before you’re jerked back by your hair.

“On second thought. I changed my mind.”

He makes an apologetic face, but it’s all sarcasm. You scream when he pushes you back against the soft, plush wall; Scream when he tears your panties to shreds and forces your legs up around his waist. You cry into his neck, body trembling as he cages you in.

“Please don’t do this I -“

Your eyes roll back in your head, your muscles feel like they’re tearing in half as his hips roll forward. He’s watching you intently, each little push against your opening has you whimpering. He’s not inside you. Not yet, but he’s close. Just barley pressing into your unused body. The tears that fall from your eyes soak the shoulder of his lab coat.

“Here’s how this is gonna go.”

The blunt end of his cock presses against your hole again, this time pushing right past any barrier that had been there before. Stealing everything from you. You arch against the wall, clenching your teeth to keep your scream at bay.

“I’m gonna ruin this little virgin pussy of yours.”

He thrusts again, causing your body to inch up the wall. You cry out this time, nails weakly scraping against his back. Your soft sobs of “please” and “stop” are completely ignored as he continues to talk.

“You’re gonna start taking an extra pill every week. And then you’re going to give me everything I fucking ask for”

He’s completely slamming into your body, absolutely no consideration whatsoever. It hurts. He’s big and long and fuck he was so deep you could feel him in your stomach. Blue hisses in pleasure, snapping himself up into you while grinding your hips down onto his with brute strength.

“W-why”

You sound pathetic, voice cracked from crying and screaming.

“Because I like you”

A hand closes around your throat. It’s not enough to close off your supply of air, but it’s a silent warning and a sign of ownership all in one. You make a broken sound and nothing more. Blue presses against your body, squishing you painfully close to the painted drywall. His hips piston in and out of your sore, aching walls, small traces of blood coating the apex of your thighs. He only notices when he pulls out of your tight heat and flips you around- your bare chest flush against cool padding. You shiver.

You don’t mean to let out an absolutely filthy moan when he dives back into you, bottoming out instantly. Blue leans to press his chest to your back, his lips against the shell of your ear. From this angle he slides impossibly deeper, assaulting the opening of your cervix with hard thrusts.

“Your parents seem real religious. You think you’ll go to hell for what I’m doing to you?”

Your lips tremble.

“It’s alright, I’ll make you feel so good you won’t even care about the flames”

A sob rips from your chest. Everything hurts- he’s going too hard. Too fast. Each thrust causes an odd sensation to rip through you, muddling your mind and making it impossible to think.

You don’t want this. You don’t want this.

But… isn’t this what you had wanted?The other day with your boyfriend. This had been your endgame. This and been what you’d wanted to feel. Had it been worth it?

No. No it hadn’t. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.

Blues teeth latch onto your neck, his tongue and mouth working deep bruises into the skin along your back and shoulders. His fingers slide from your neck, down your breasts slowly, feeling you up, before pressing between your legs. With them parted for him it’s easy to find what he’s looking for.

Your entire body jolts the moment his fingertip circles around your clit. Rough pad playfully pressing into the slick, hardened nub between your legs. You sigh, involuntarily arching your back, forcing his fingertip over your needy clit. He tuts, a wet smack echoes off the walls when his palm swats against your dripping cunt. Tears still roll down your cheeks, soaking the padded wall pressed against your face. In fact you hadn’t stopped crying at all.

Once again you’re thrown off balance, his arm tossing you to the ground. You land with a hard flop. The floor isn’t as solid as normal tile, but it’s still not pleasant.

“I -I’ll tell everyone”

He laughs, straddling you before finally shedding his bloodied jacket and shirt. Your mouth goes dry. He’s fucking gorgeous.

“Even if you did no one will care. They all already know. That Camera over there?”

He jerks his chin before sinking himself back into your throbbing heat. You whine.

“It’s turned off. Thanks to me.”

You arch into him when he bottoms out, earning you another dark chuckle.

“That’s it. My sweet baby…”

He coos then, a thumb coming up to wipe away your tears.

“My sweet, sweet Crybaby”

Blue says the nickname like a prayer. He steadies himself on his knees, pushing into you a tad slower this time. You practically blossom open for him, cunt begging for more now that it’s finally gotten a proper taste of a man. His fingertip skillfully works your clit, light soft circles that slowly milk juices from inside of you. He watches the space where you meet intently, your pretty little pussy all swollen and glistening, just for him. All for him. Only for him.

There’s a moment where everything is hot. The pressure in the room is building so quickly you can barley contain your cries of..shock? Disgust? Anguish? Pleasure? Blue is holding you as close as he can get- your bodies making the most obscene noise together. Your insides feel like lava, your stomach clenching and unclenching. He’s chanting his nickname for you

“Crybaby, fuck Crybaby, so good baby girl- so fucking good. The best pussy I’ve ever had”

He sounds absolutely wrecked and feral. Your toes curl, legs trying to force themselves closed around his waist. Blue grits past his teeth, the sound absolutely primal. Your very first orgasm is forced from you by the hands of the very man who should be overseeing your safety. Instead he’s fucking you through this mind numbing sensation. You’re sobbing in his arms, intense pleasure searing through every nerve ending. The way your insides suck around him, body begging him to empty inside you, has Blue purring against the back of your ear. Your body is trembling as you come down, your mind complete mush. Weak fingers absentmindedly begin to pet his scalp. Everything feels warm again, but this time there’s a layer of pure bliss blanketed right over it. Your attacker faulters for a moment before continuing his bruising thrusts. You’re only just becoming coherent again when his fingers push your hips down into the padding of the floor, locking you in place. You know what’s about to happen. You’ve never had sex before today, but you can tell. His knuckles are white, a vein bulging in his forehead as he continues to fuck you. Each grunt slowly pulling you from your thoughts.

“Wait- wait no! Don’t!”

You begin to fight again, which only causes him to Hold onto you tighter, closer. He cums inside of you despite your wiggling and pleas, filling you completely full.

The tears that had momentarily stopped start back up again, soft whimpers and sniffles wracking your chest. Blue pulls out of you after a moment, tucking himself back into his scrubs. You’re crumpled on the the floor, skin marred by cuts and bruises, blood and body fluids coating your thighs and running down your leg onto the plush fabric. At some point he had kissed you, blood smeared across your cheeks. Blue licks his lips. You’re positively wrecked. A weaker shell of what you’d been when he’d first laid eyes on you during your escape. This is good. This had been a lesson for you.

“You’ll never escape here. If you try again I wont hesitate to punish you. next time I can promise will be much worse. I can be very creative.”

He doesn’t help you up, but he does throw your ripped, soiled nightgown to you. It lays on the floor beside you. You refuse to look anywhere but at the shredded cloth.

“LOOK AT ME”

His shout is echoed by his fist smacking against the door. You jump, eyes meeting his immediately. Ah there it is. Those sweet little tears.

“I’ll see you soon, Crybaby.”

Blue opens the door and strolls out as if it’s nothing, leaving you curled on the ground, used and broken. You’re not sure how long you’re there, sobbing into the padded flooring before a female nurse is tiptoeing in, dragging your body up and into the hallway. She’s covered you with a fresh sheet. You definitely feel the pain, and when she’s easing you into an infirmary bed and shoving pain meds in your face it’s impossible to decline.

“Some advice”

She finally speaks up, causing you to flinch. Her grip on your wrist is firm. The nurse leans forward so only you can hear her warning.

“Do as Blue says. Stroke his ego, and maybe he’ll be easy on you.”

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