The Cleanse

"I wouldn't try to move yet," a deep voice washed over her and she snapped her head round. "You've had a nasty fall, there will be some bruising." A man sat on a metal bed, a thin mattress on top and a single pillow. He wore a black hooded sweatshirt and a black bandanna covered the lower part of his face but she could see his bright blue eyes and recognised him instantly.

She pushed herself backwards along the floor until her back hit the wall and curled herself into a ball, he stood and took a step towards her. He was tall and his shoulders broad, he wore black jeans and heavy black boots and his hands covered by black gloves, he crouched in front of her and gently touched her cheek.

"You must be in quite a lot of pain." His voice held no trace of pity but he continued to caress her cheek softly, trailing his fingers down her throat over the bruised skin to the top of one breast he felt her shiver and smiled to himself. "A great deal of pain."

"You sick fuck." Her voice was broken, forcing its way out of her ripped throat.

His eyes flashed and she shrank back fearing what he would do. "Why do you say that sweetheart?" His voice was calm, the soft burr of an Irish accent lilting it.

She remained quiet and he tilted his head to the side watching her, suddenly his fingers curled around her throat and she gasped as her air was cut off. She scratched at his hand but he barely felt it as he lifted her off the floor until her toes barely brushed the cold concrete, he walked over to the bed holding her in front of him and pushed her back. As she fell back onto the thin metal bed the breath was knocked from her lungs and she clutched her stomach as she struggled to breathe, he stood in front of her and freed his hard cock from his jeans. She shook her head and tried to move away but he grabbed hold of her thigh and pulled her close until he grabbed her wrist forcing it backwards until she cried out and stilled trying to prevent any further pain.

"It's not broken, yet. I could change that very quickly." He pushed it back further and she screamed tears forming in her eyes. "Things will only get worse for you if you continue to fight us and I don't want to see that." He pushed a finger into her pussy and she moaned the pain flaring in her belly and tried to move away subconsciously. He held her throat again and pulling her knickers aside thrust into her, the tearing pain hit her and she turned her head to the side refusing to look at his face, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing her pain. She pressed her lips together trying not to make a sound as he began to move his hips slowly, rolling them against her pressing himself deep inside her. Her hands curled into the mattress and he couldn't help but smile, she was strong refusing to let him hear her cries and he thrust harder into her feeling her pussy tighten further around his thick length and she couldn't help but scream. Biting down on her lip so hard she drew blood she felt tears escape from under her closed eyelids and felt his hand slide up her body and cover one breast, he pinched hard through her bra and she took hold of his wrist trying to pull his hand off her. He moved her hand and held it against the bed beside her head and brought his face close to hers, she still refused to look at him and he spoke his voice low.

"Open your eyes." She shivered at the dangerous note of his words and clenched her eyes shut tighter, he laughed, a low growl rumbling through his chest and tightened his grip around her throat. "Look at me." She still refused and he clenched his throat cutting off her air completely, her eyes flew open and she looked up into his face, she pleaded with him silently and he loosened his grip slightly.

"Please stop." She pushed against his chest with her free hand and he smirked his eyes flashing, her pleas only made him thrust harder and she sobbed quietly as the pain consumed her whole body and she allowed herself to go limp trying to take her mind anywhere other than where she was. He gritted his teeth and slammed into her feeling his orgasm grow, he still stared into her dark eyes and as he came he gritted his teeth, groaning as she cried out. He stayed buried inside her for a moment watching her chest rise and fall quickly as she tried to catch her breath as the pain began to dull leaving a burning ache in her stomach. He pulled out and she whimpered curling into a ball facing away from him, he reached beneath the bed and pulled a long metal chain with a spike on one end and a thick manacle on the other. He had found it in the attic of the old house he and his Unders lived in and had kept it interested in its history. He picked up a heavy mallet and hit the spike into the stone wall at the head of the bed, taking hold of her wrist he locked the manacle in place and placed the key in the pocket of his jeans. Kneeling beside the bed he stroked her hair and gazed at her bruised face.

"You're going to make me a famous man sweetheart, a very rich and famous man."

"Fuck you." Her voice was barely a whisper and he laughed again.

Standing he left the basement and locked the door behind him he walked through to the kitchen where his Unders sat around the large wooden table, he sat down in the chair at the head of the table and took a cigarette from the packet on the table pulling his bandanna to rest around his neck as he did. Levi poured him a glass of whiskey and passed it over, he held the cat on his lap, his large hands stroking gently and his warm eyes staring at the warm body.

"Is she ours now Fionn?"

Fionn looked at the large man, his wide brown eyes staring happily and stroked his hand over his blonde hair. "For the moment my boy."

Adrian and Zac looked to their leader, all three of them held cards in front of them and Fionn stared at them accusingly. "You take one penny from him you'll be down there with her." The twins looked at the floor sheepishly and Fionn took a deep drag on his cigarette. "It's back to him by the end of the night."

"What are we doing with her?" Adrian still didn't look up and Fionn drained his glass.

"She's a Pelosi, they'll pay big money to get her back. We could afford to move, a house in the country. We could buy a farm, have horses, you like horses don't you baby?" He smiled at Levi who nodded. "Plenty of things to hunt and shoot for my boys." He directed this to the brothers. "We could retire."

"You're sure they'll pay?" Zac blew smoke towards the ceiling and glanced down the hall towards the door to the basement.

"Would you pay to get her back?"

His Unders laughed thinking of the beautiful girl in their possession. "That's what I thought, they wont be home until tomorrow night so we have some time to have some fun with her but be careful. No broken bones, no lasting damage." He poured himself another drink and waved a hand over the table. "Deal me in."

*

She sat on the hard metal bed, her back against the freezing stone wall and her knees pulled against her chest. Her whole body shivered violently and she curled up tighter trying to keep herself warm, her very bones ached and she fought back tears at the agonising pain in her stomach, her pussy throbbed where it had been abused by her captors and she gently rubbed her hand over her stomach taking deep breaths.

The sound of the door unlocking sent a thrill of fear through her and she shrank back against the wall her dark eyes fixed on the door, the large man came down the stairs, he was at least two heads taller than the man with the Irish accent and as he met her eyes he smiled vaguely.

"Hello Miss Emilia." His voice was soft and friendly and she stared at him warily. "My name is Levi."

"Hello Levi." Her voice shook with fear and watched as he came to sit on the bed beside her, it dipped under his weight and she took a deep breath trying to control her fear.

"Fionn says you're going to stay with us. He said you're ours now."

She shivered at the words as cold dread settled in her stomach. "But I don't want to stay here Levi," she reached tentatively and gently placed her hand on his arm. "I want to go home. You could let me out."

He shook his head. "No only Fionn has the key, he doesn't tell me where he keeps it. He says I'm sweet but stupid and might do something silly with it. He loves me."

"He's sick." Her voice was getting stronger with fear and anger and she clutched his arm desperately. "Please I'm going to die down here, he's insane can't you see that."

Levi's face turned angry and she took her hand away fear burning hotter in her chest. "Fionn is a good man. He's not sick." His voice was furious and he grabbed hold of her his thick fingers bruising her skin. "He's a good man, he's not sick."

He pushed her backwards and lay between her legs pinning her to the bed with his weight, she gasped for breath as he crushed her and pummelled her hands against his back but he seemed not to feel her. He reached between them and undid his jeans, his thick cock pressed at her entrance and she bit down hard on his shoulder. He grunted but didn't move and forced his length into her, a husky scream ripped from her throat and she battled the wave of nausea at the pain of him, he felt huge and she thought she was going to be ripped in two. One huge hand curled into her long hair pulling hard and he pounded into her as she continued to struggle.

"He's not sick." His voice was hoarse and his eyes burned into hers, it was almost as though he wasn't there any more and she felt the fear encompass her and she wondered if she would survive this. Each time he bottomed out inside her he hit against her cervix sending jolts of pain through her whole body but she continued to fight, scratching, biting and kicking her heels against his broad back. She heard him grunt and his hips sped up as his orgasm grew and she fought harder knowing what was coming, a deep groan rumbled through his chest and he gritted his teeth pushing deep into her as he spilled his cum into her pussy. He lifted himself off her and she curled back into a ball her eyes stinging with fresh tears, he looked down and touched her arm.

"You're very pretty Miss Emilia." All traces of his former anger seemed to have disappeared and his voice was back to its soft quality. She said nothing and he frowned. "Miss Emilia, are you OK?"

She forced her eyes to meet his, it was as though he remembered nothing of what had just happened, like it hadn't been him. "I'm fine Levi."

He smiled widely and walked back up the stairs, she followed him until her gaze fell upon Fionn stood in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest, as Levi passed him he caressed the back of the man's neck. Then bending down he picked up a plate and a jug of water, he made his way down the steps and sat on the bed in the space Levi had just vacated, putting the plate on the floor he gently held the back of her neck tilting her head up and holding the jug to her lips. She watched him, distrust in her eyes and he nodded.

"It's OK sweetheart there's nothing in this that will hurt you."

She reached out and held the jug in both hands and drank deeply, he pulled it away and she followed it mewling softly and he shushed her.

"Slowly, you'll make yourself sick drinking that fast." He poured some more down her throat before swapping it for the plate, bread, cheese, chicken legs and fruit. Again she looked tentative and he pulled down his bandanna smiling warmly, it still didn't reach his eyes and she shivered at the icy blue depths. "I've told you you wont be hurt here."

She raised an eyebrow unconsciously and she laughed. "I wont be fucking hurt, are you fucking stupid? You think what you're doing to me doesn't hurt?"

He took hold of her throat and brought her face close to his. "Watch your tongue Miss Pelosi. As I've said things can get a lot worse for you here."

She remained silent and her dark eyes roamed over his face. It was the first time she had seen him with his bandanna and she studied him carefully, the straight nose, the strong jaw covered in dark stubble, the soft looking lips. She looking back into his eyes she keep his gaze defiantly, he stroked her neck before standing and looking down at the plate.

"You should, you'll need your strength. I know the twins plan on visiting you tomorrow and they have an acquired taste."

Her eyes flashed briefly as fear passed over her face before she swallowed and stared back up at him. "I'm not scared of you, what more can you do to me?"

He smiled and placed his hand over his razor in his inside pocket, she flinched at the look on his face and curled into herself. "There are many other things I can do to you sweetheart, you shouldn't tempt me to them."

He left her and locked the door behind him. Levi sat at the kitchen table and he leant down to kiss the man's hair before walking through to the spacious living room. The house was old with high ceilings and dark walls, a large fire place took up the back wall and a large dark red sofa stood in the middle of the room. By the fire surveying the rest of the room was a huge armchair of the same soft red material and he sank into it lighting a cigarette, the twins came in and Adrian handed him a drink before they sat on the sofa.

"You will have to be careful with her tomorrow my boys, we contact the parents in a couple of days and we don't want her looking too beaten, it could lower the price."

"We'll be careful." Adrian grinned.

"Won't mark the face." Zac leant back blowing smoke in a ring towards the ceiling as he spoke.

"I thought they were back today, why aren't we talking to them already?"

Fionn drained his glass and poured himself another. "Because we want them worried, in our first contact we want them already wondering whether she is alive or dead, it will help the negotiations."

"How do you know how to do this?" Adrian sat forward watching Fionn. "You done this before?"

"No no, but I know how to make people scared and when they're scared they are much easier to manipulate." He rubbed his hand over his stubbled chin and leant back in his chair closing his eyes. "This is going to be different than anything we've done before, this will make us very rich men. Everyone will know who we are, they'll know what we do. Are you ready?"

"Aye," the twins replied and he smiled.

"That's my boys."

*

She must have slept as the sound of the door unlocking woke her and at once the pain of her aching body consumed her, she moaned quietly and watch as two men walked down the stairs. They were identical with their light dark blonde hair and dark eyes, like Levi they were taller than Fionn but there was no doubt that he was their leader. They reached the bottom of the stairs and stood watching her silently, she stared back at them trying not to let them know how afraid she really was.

"She is pretty isn't she?" The first man spoke and his brother nodded.

"Aye Zac you're not wrong." Adrian looked hungrily at her and saw her shiver.

He took a step towards the bed and rubbed his hand over his already hard cock through his jeans. "I don't know what you have been told but my brother and I have specific tastes. He prefers a pussy and I want to fuck your ass." he reached out and touched her as he speak feeling her round butt and smiling.

Zac grabbed hold of her and laying on the bed, pulled her on top of him, she shook her head with a scream punching at his chest. He grinned and reached up to catch her lips in a kiss. "Its fun when they fight." He freed himself from his jeans and thrust upwards embedding himself inside her, the all too familiar pain gripping her and she dropped her head to his shoulder all the fight leaving her body. He held onto her hips and Adrian knelt on the bed behind her, spitting onto his cock he pushed at her ass and she instantly jerked away clawing at Zac's chest trying to escaped their grasp. Adrian grabbed her arms and held them behind her back and pushed slowly into her, she screamed hoarsely at the tearing pain and tears rolled down her cheeks. He pushed harder until he was completely buried inside her tight ass and groaned.

"Fucking hell." He pulled out slowly before slamming back to the hilt and she cried out again dropping her head, he held her up by her arms and thrust slowly listening to her cries of pain, Zac held tightly to her hips and thrust up matching his brothers pushing in as he pulled out watching her face, twisted in pain and the tears falling from her eyes. With her ass filled her pussy gripped his cock tightly and he groaned at the feeling, her throat burned as she tried to hold her screams back but she couldn't and they slipped past her plump lips even as she bit down hard trying to keep silent. Blood dripped from her lip and she stopped fighting letting them use her, her body heavy. She could feel the skin of her hips and wrists bruising as they dug their fingers into her, her stomach burned, her head hung and her whole body trembled. She felt the brothers thrusts get faster and bit harder on her lip feeling the skin rip and blood run down her chin, she didn't want to give them the satisfaction of hearing her cry any more and clenched her eyes shut trying to stop the tears from falling.

"Oh god," Zac spoke through gritted teeth and with one final thrust came inside her pussy, Adrian followed seconds later pushing into her ass and filling her, she couldn't stop the whimper escaping as the burning pain grew more intense and she bit harder tearing her lip and falling forwards. Adrian held her up while Zac rolled from beneath her before dropping her back, she lay motionless and heard the two men talking.

"I'm gonna be sad to see her go." Zac's voice was filled with laughter and Adrian nodded.

"Maybe Fionn will let us keep her when we're done? I think he's taken a liking to her."

She heard them move up the steps but still didn't move, the door was locked once again and only when she heard it did she let herself cry. Her body screamed, every inch of her in agony and she curled into a ball rubbing her hand over her stomach and shivering in the cold room, her mind was blank thinking of nothing but the pain running through her as the blood from her lip stained the mattress below her red.

The door opened again and she sobbed into the pillow, all of the fight gone from her and she didn't even try and move away from the hand placed gently on her thigh.

"I did warn you," the Irish accent sent chills through her but she didn't have the energy to move away instead laying there her eyes still squeezed shut. "They are sick bastards but you can't blame them. They are a product of their upbringing."

Still she didn't move and carefully he unlocked the manacle from around her wrist, lifting her into his arms he stood and walked up the stairs, she was limp in his arms but as he walked she heard male voices and she instantly tensed curling into his chest seeking safety. He continued walking up the stairs and into the bathroom, a large clawed tub stood in the middle of the room filled with hot soapy water and he placed her back on the floor, her legs could barely hold her up and he tapped her face gently.

"Wake up." With difficulty she focussed her eyes on his face and shrank from him fearing what he had planned this time. Gently he unclipped her bra and slid her knickers down her legs, lifting her into the tub he lay her down and she cried out as the water washed over her bruised, cut and swollen skin and tried to get up. "Shush I know it will stop hurting in a moment." He stroked her back tenderly feeling she shiver violently and as she began to relax he took a sponge from the edge of the bath and poured soap onto it, gently he began to wash her and she met his eyes confusion burning in her the dark depths. He met her gaze steadily and ran his knuckles down her arm, she felt a strange calm wash over her and when he ran the sponge over her breasts she sucked in a breath. He smirked and she felt her cheeks heat.