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The Cleanse

By: FallenTreasure



This story contains scenes of rough, non-consent sex. I posted it before but due to some reports it was taken down. I have removed any scenes of murder. Please do not continue to read if non-consent sex offends you.

It was midnight. He watched through the window at the sleeping figure on the bed, she lay on her back the covers pushed down around her hips and her small breasts, naked to his gaze, rising and falling with her breathing. A hand landed on his shoulder and he turned. The second man wore a black bandanna across the bottom half of his face while a hood covered the rest leaving only his eyes visible in the dark. There were four of them all together, all wearing the same uniform, all there with the same intention.

He nodded to the second man whose eyes lit with a smile before they went back to the front of the house. The other two, brothers, waited for them. They all wore the same black bandanna and hooded black sweatshirt, their black boots were quiet on the ground around the house and their black gloves insured they left no fingerprints. He reached into the inside pocket of his sweatshirt and pulled out a small leather case, flipping it open he took two small instruments from inside and picked the lock of the front door with ease. It swung open and he motioned for the others to go inside before following them and gently closing the door behind them, light spilled down the stairs as his three Unders reached the bedroom and the was a small noise before a soft bump and laughter. 

In her bedroom he looked around, she sat on the edge of the bed. Levi sat on the bed behind her holding her wrists in one large hand while the other was clamped over her mouth stopping any sound from escaping. The brothers, Adrian and Zac, were rummaging through her drawers. Adrian turned and threw a pair of lace panties to him with a laugh. He walked to the bed and knelt down in front of her, pulling down his bandanna and pushing his hood back he ran his hand over his stubbled chin and watched her with his head tilted to one side.

"Good evening," his voice was smooth, almost soothing, an Irish accent lilting the words. "I'm sorry we had to burst in like this, I know you like to get your eight hours." He smiled warmly but it didn't reached his bright blue eyes which remained cold and unfeeling. "My name is Fionn, that's Adrian and his brother Zac and the big guy behind you is Levi." Levi laughed and a muffled scream escaped sounded through his fingers. "Shush, don't be afraid. Me and the boys are just here to let off a little steam. You see all people need a way to relax, some people read, some people knit, some do crossword puzzles. We tried those things but they never really worked you know, we just needed something more, something more cathartic. So we found each other and we agreed that together we would cleanse." He watched her for a moment, her eyes were wide with fear and she trembled. "You're confused, let me explain. You see everyone is angry at something, the boys over there," he pointed to the brothers. "Their parents weren't very attentive to them, used to rent them out to their friends to have some fun with, terrible thing really, shouldn't happen to children. They've never really gotten over it so when it gets to much they cleanse. My reasons are my own but rest assured this cleanse helps keep me sane, I was in a very bad place before this. And Levi there, well he's just plain fucking stupid aren't you buddy?" Levi laughed again and she sobbed a tear rolling down her cheek. He shushed her again and wiped the tear from her skin. "It's OK, don't cry. you're doing a great service. The cleanse is important to us and by letting us use you, you're stopping others from getting hurt."

She shook her head and before he could react kicked out catching him in the face, he barely even flinched but cracked his jaw and looked back at her. "Big fucking mistake sweetheart." He stood and struck her across the face with the back of his hand, her head snapped round and she cried out the sound muffled against Levi's hand. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped against the large body behind her. He ran his fingers through his dark hair before taking her chin between his thumb and finger and tapping her face gently with the other hand. Finally her eyes focused back on him and he nodded.

"Don't do that again, OK?" She nodded but he tightened his grip with a warning look. "I mean it, those two are sick fucks, they can make this very painful for you." He motioned to the twins who smiled. "Now you have a choice, either you allow us to cleanse with you or we'll pay a visit to the family down the street. They've just had a new baby haven't they? Would be a shame to see him grow up without his parents."

Tears were pouring down her cheeks now but her shoulders slumped defeated and he smiled. "Good girl." His eyes roamed over her body, she wore lace knickers and nothing else, her breasts were small and her stomach flat and he shooed Levi away before pushing her back to lie on the bed, she screamed and he stuffed the black panties Adrian had thrown him into her mouth.

Ripping the knickers off her body he freed his hard cock from his jeans and pushed into her. Her eyes flashed as the pain hit her and she began to struggle, he took hold of her wrists and held them against her chest as he began to thrust into her. Her pussy was tight, attempting to stop him as she continued to struggle and he brought his hand up and smacked her across the face, she went limp and he thrust harder. Small sobs escaped around the gag and he gripped her neck watching her eyes widened as she sucked in air through her nose, her pussy gripped his thick length tightly and he thrust harder slamming his hips against her. Levi laughed and paced behind him and he could hear the excited chatter of the twins. He gritted his teeth as pleasure grew in his stomach and she whimpered her eyes closing in pain, he thrust harder the feeling of her tight pussy gripping his cock pushing his orgasm until he gritted his teeth and slammed into her pushing his cock deep and spilling his cum into her pussy. She cried out, the sound muffled by the gag and tears leaked through her closed eyelids. He stepped away and buttoned his jeans, reaching up to place a hand on Levi's shoulder he smiled and spoke to the assembled men.

"Happy cleansing boys." He walked from the room listening to the excited shouts of his Unders and walked back down the stairs, opening the back door she walked outside and took a packet of cigarettes and a hip flask from his inside pocket. Lighting one he took a deep drag before gulping the whiskey and sitting on the chairs that surrounded a small white table, propping his feet on the table he looked out over the tidy garden and felt the rush of relief his cleanse brought him.

A large grey cat made its way tentatively over to him cautiously and he held his hand down for it to sniff, it pressed its warm body against his legs and he pulled it to sit on his lap, he sat for nearly two hours, absentmindedly stroking the warm body on his lap and looking out over the quiet garden. There was no sound from either neighbour and he stood and took his cigarette butts over to the fence, throwing them over to the wooded area behind the house he tucked his flask back into his pocket, picked up the cat and walked back upstairs.

The woman lay on the bed, curled in a ball her arms wrapped around her stomach. She was covered in bruises from their hits and grabs and her eye was swollen from where he had hit her. Levi sat on the bed behind her stroking her hair and the twins were back rummaging through her personal belongings taking any money and valuables they could find.

Fionn smiled and addressed Levi. "Here you go baby I have a present for you."

Levi's face broke into a wide smile and he jumped from the bed taking the cat in his arms. "Is this one for me?" His voice was low and slow and Fionn stroked the man's hair. 

"Course it is."

Levi walked to the corner of the room and began stroking the cat smiling at its purr. Fionn looked back at the woman and gently reached out to touch her leg, she jumped backwards away from him and curled herself into a tighter ball.

"I just want to thank you ma'am, this cleanse has helped us greatly." He leant down and kissed her forehead, speaking softly into her ear he stroked her hair. "You've done a great service, families will sleep safely tonight because of what you've done."

He stood from the bed and took a red lipstick from her dresser, he threw it to Adrian who wrote the word 'CLEANSED' in large letters across the mirror and the three of them left. Fionn looked down at the woman for a moment before following leaving her sobbing gently on the bed.

*

She stood at the front door watching her parents and brother as they left. They would be gone for three days and she had not been surprised when she hadn't been asked to join them. They waved as they left but didn't look back and she smiled until they were out of sight before throwing her middle fingers up at them and slamming the door behind her. Taking a cigarette from the packet in her pocket it she lit it and walked through the house to the spacious living room, falling back onto the sofa she pulled a small bag of white powder from behind the cushion and taking a razor blade from inside she cut out a line. The next few hours passed slowly, she drank whiskey from the bottle, flicked through the rubbish on TV and smoked continuously. The sun began to set and energy coursed through her body, she cut one more line before standing and turning on the stereo, music blared through the huge house and she danced around the living room her long hair flying.

Fionn stared in through the large window. The young woman danced around the room and as he watched she stripped out of her jeans, unaware of his presence. She lad long black hair, falling to her waist in messy curls, pale olive skin and her body was curvy. Her waist looked soft but small and her legs were thick, her breasts were large and her ass round, he watched her rubbing his hand over his stubbled chin and felt rather that saw Levi come up behind him.

"There's a girl there. There isn't supposed to be a girl there!" The man voice sounded worried and Fionn reached up to stroke the soft hair on his head.

"Don't worry baby boy, nothing is going to happen."

Adrian and Zac joined them and looked to their leader. "What do we do?" Zac asked. "I thought they were all away for the weekend."

"Shush, don't fret. Look at her boys." They all turned back to watch the girl dancing round the room. Fionn knew her to be Emilia Pelosi, the daughter of Armanno and Sofia Pelosi. The parents had made their money in video games and were now worth over a billion dollars, their plan for tonight's cleanse was to rob the family while they were away. The family believed no one knew where their home was but Fionn had looked for them for years, people knew of him and his Unders but he wanted to show the world that no one was safe from what they did. The fact the daughter was still there only made it better.

"She's pretty isn't she?" 

Levi nodded swaying side to side. "She's real pretty."

"Wouldn't you like to go in and say hello?" Levi nodded again more enthusiastically. "Then we should go and introduce ourselves."

She still danced around the room, she didn't hear the door open, she didn't hear the four men enter the house and she didn't see them until it was too late. Her eyes widened in surprise and she stopped moving looking from one to the other, her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol and she was unsteady on her feet.

"Who the fuck are you?" Her voice held a trace of an Italian accent and she took step backwards, Fionn matched her step keeping the distance equal his blue eyes met hers and he smiled under his bandanna.

"Good evening miss Pelosi. My name is Fionn, that's Adrian and his brother Zac and the big guy is Levi. I must apologise for bursting in on you like this but I truly thought the house would be empty this evening, I understand the rest of your family is away."

"How did you get in here?" Her eyes couldn't focus properly and she swayed slightly where she stood.

"You made it very easy for us, without setting the normal alarms we walked right in. Now there is no reason to be afraid we are simply here to cleanse."

"What do you mean? What is 'cleanse'?"

"Me and the boys are just here to let off a little steam. You see all people need a way to relax, some people read, some people knit, some do crossword puzzles. We tried those things but they never really worked you know, we just needed something more, something more cathartic. So we found each other and we agreed that together we would cleanse."

She felt herself wobble on her unsteady legs and looked into the blue eyes above the bandanna, they were bright and cold and she felt a shiver run through her. "What are you going to do to me?"

He smiled again knowing that she would see the change in his eyes. "You are going to help us, by offering us your services you are preventing others from being hurt."

"I'm not offering you shit, get the fuck out of my house." Her eyes flashed with anger and she took a step towards him, jabbing her finger against his hard chest she stared up into his face and he raised an eyebrow at her boldness. "I know powerful people you asshole, anything happens to me and you're dead."

Quicker than she could see he brought his hand up and struck her face hard, she stumbled but he caught her around her throat, he held her weight and brought her face close to his. Her toes barely brushed the floor and her eyes widened as she gasped for breath trying to claw his hands away from her.

"Don't threaten me sweetheart, I am the only thing standing between you and what my friends are about to do to you. They can be very violent if I let them." He looked her up and down his eyes burning. "You are a true beauty, the twins would eat you up." He felt her shiver again and she shook her head, her eyes were still unfocused and he walked her back and pressed her against the wall, lifting her into his arms he pulled her panties aside and freed himself from his jeans. 

With a hard thrust of his hips he embedded himself in her and her eyes snapped back to focus as she cried out. The pain was instant, burning and she began to fight pummelling her fists against his chest, she kicked violently trying to push him away and he took hold of her throat again slamming her head back against the wall and she went still. Her head fell forward onto his shoulder and he gently kissed her cheek.

"Good girl." A tear rolled down her cheek but her head to was to heavy to lift, he began to thrust again and he heard her whimper as he pounded into her tight pussy. Walking away from the wall he bent her over the back of the sofa and slammed back into her from behind, a pained whimper passed her lips and she curled her fingers into the sofa and bit down trying to keep her screams silent. He placed a hand on the small of her back and pushed down, her ass was thrust towards him and he stared at her curved body and soft skin. Her whole body shook and she dropped her head forward trying to block out the pain, closing her eyes to stop the tears falling.

He took hold of her hip and pulled her close pounding into her groaning softly, his fingers curled into her skin bruising her and he sped up slamming into her listening as her cries got louder as the pain grew stronger. Her legs could barely hold her up any more and he geld on tighter keeping her to him. He gritted his teeth as his orgasm grew until he slammed into her once more and came inside her, she couldn't help but scream as his hot cum burned her ravaged pussy and she sobbed quietly into the cushions of the sofa. He pulled out and straightened his black jeans before stepping back and looking down at her, she had sunk to the floor and curled into a ball shaking and wrapped her arms around her waist, he stroked her hair and felt her flinch.

"Thank you Miss Pelosi." He paused and rubbed his hand over his stubbled chin. "You know, Miss Pelosi sounds so formal, especially considering what just happened. May I call you Emilia?"

She met his eyes and he saw a flicker of defiance in their depths. "You may go and fuck yourself."

He smiled, there was something about this girl that intrigued him and he knelt in front of her, stroking her cheek gently he ran his thumb over her plump lower lip. "As tempting as that sounds sweetheart I would much rather fuck you again."

She looked away and he stood and turned back to his Unders. "Have at her boys, enjoy."

He walked out of the room and heard a small shriek as Adrian grabbed hold of her and the struggles that ensued. He walked through the downstairs rooms, the house was huge and he lit a cigarette as he walked. Starting upstairs he found her bedroom and looked through the drawers there, in the underwear draw he found a locked black box and inspected it. There was a jewellery box on the dresser behind him and he opened the lid, a ballet dancer began to twirl as soft music played and he saw the key hanging from a leather necklace. Opening the box he smiled to himself, a heavy black handgun rested inside along with several rounds of ammunition, he took the gun and fitted the clip. Turning back round he noticed a record player in the corner of the room, he placed the needle on the record and soft music filled the room, he recognised it straight away as Beethoven and found himself surprised again by this girl. He sat on the bed listening to the music, he did not know how much time had passed when he heard a loud shout from downstairs and the sound of soft footsteps running up the stairs. He stepped from the room just as she came into the doorway and her eyes widened as she saw the gun in his hand.

"I assume you were coming for this?"

Her face and body was bruised and she clutched her ribs her breathing laboured, blood ran from a cut on her lip and one eye was beginning to close under a deep purple bruise. She turned and started running back towards the stairs but he raised the gun and fired a shot into the ceiling, she instantly stilled and watched him as he walked towards her. She now stood at the top of the stairs and he looked down, his Unders stood at the bottom looking up at them and Zac held his stomach a furious look in his eyes.

"Little cunt caught me off guard." Adrian laughed at his brothers words and nudged him with an elbow.

"Got gutted by a little girl, don't worry brother it could happen to anyone."

As they spoke she went to grab the gun from Fionn's hand and he kneed her thigh, taking a wrist in each hand he pressed her against the wall and looked down into her face. She still stared defiantly back.

"What are you waiting for? Kill me, why drag this out?"

"Oh I'm not going to kill you sweetheart." Her eyes widened and for a moment she looked surprised.

"You're not?"

"No, see I like you, you entertain me. Me and my Unders cleanse as a way of keeping us sane and you do that for me very well." Without warning he threw her down the stairs to his waiting Unders, her head slammed against the floor and she went completely still a soft moan the only sound she made. "Take her."

He turned without another word and returned to her bedroom, opening her drawers he pulled a couple of pairs of jeans, some t-shirts and a pair of black panties. Tucking the last item into his pocket he picked up a red lipstick from her dresser and walked back downstairs, Levi held the girl in his arms and Fionn nodded for them to leave. Kneeling he used to lipstick to write on the marble floor before closing the door behind them.

*

She woke slowly, her head pounded, her whole body ached and she shivered. The air around her was cold and damp and she forced her eyes open. She was in a stone room, there were no windows but a set of old wooden steps lead up to a single door, she tried to push herself to her feet but a sharp pain shot through her wrist and she whimpered in pain clutching it to her chest.


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.




The Cleanse



He took a jug and poured the water over her hair shielding her eyes and she sighed as the sweat and dirt was washed from her long dark curls, taking the sponge again he dipped his hand under the water and placed it between her legs. She jerked backwards with a cry of pain and he shushed her again.

"It is going to hurt but it will be worse if I don't do it."

"Please don't." Her voice was husky and she refused to look at him not wanting him to see her cry.

"It will only hurt for a moment," gently but quickly he ran the sponge over her pussy, ass and between her legs and she breathed quickly through her nose until her moved his hand from her. "There, see." Very gently he ran the sponge over her lip washing the blood from the cut skin and stood, holding out a towel he watched her. She stood shakily and stepped from the bath, he wrapped her in the towel and pushed her in front of him, he lead her through to a large bedroom and pushed her to sit on the bed. Taking a first aid kit from the bedside table he pulled a needle and thread and looked at her.

"Now this is going to hurt."

She moved backwards and shook her head. Quickly, his eyes flashing, he took hold of her throat and squeezed. "You are starting to try my patience sweetheart." They stared at each other for moment and he smirked when he realised she wasn't going to back down. "You are intriguing," he ran his thumb over her ruined lip. "Let me help you, you wont see much kindness from the others."

"I don't want to hurt any more." Her voice shook with fear and pain. "I don't want to hurt any more."

He stroked her cheek and for a moment she forgot the way he had touched her before focusing only on how gentle he was now, closing her eyes she waited and when the first scratch came she screwed her face up refusing to make a sound, he worked quickly sewing up the deep cut in her lip, finally he finished and dropped the needle into the bin, walking to a chest of drawers he pulled a pair of the jeans and a t-shirt he had brought from her house. He handed them to her and she dressed quickly not wanting him to see her naked, he motioned for her to go in front of him and she walked down the stairs slowly. Back in the kitchen she looked around at the three men sat at the table, Levi smiled warmly at her and the twins smirked as one licked his lips. Her eyes lighted on the gun on the table and she glanced around before diving forward and grabbing it, the three men leapt to their feet reaching for her but Fionn's calming voice stilled them.

"It's OK boys," she turned on him the gun raised and her eyes burning again, for a moment she forgot about the pain in her body as she let herself think she might escape from there, he watched her carefully once again admiring her spirit. "What do you think you're doing sweetheart? You're going to get yourself hurt."

"I'm leaving, I'm not staying here any more." 

"And where will you go? You have no idea where you are and you wont last long out there. you're better off here."

"You're fucking insane, you're sick! After what you've done to me, what you've let them do to me you think I'm safe here?"

"He's not sick," she turned, Levi had taken a step towards her his eyes angry again and she shrank backwards as he towered over her. "He's a good man." He reached out and took hold of her hair yanking her onto her toes and the gun dropped from her hand as she scratched at his arms trying to get him off her, Levi pushed the door to the basement open and threw her down the stairs. She heard a crack and felt a blinding pain in her side as a rib shook hitting against the stair and when she came to the bottom she lay still her head heavy from hitting against the wood. She heard the cruel laughter of the twins and Levi's heavy breathing, she didn't know what Fionn did but immediately everyone went quiet, she stayed where she was listening to the footsteps coming down the stairs. He stood over her shaking his head.

"I don't know whether you're brave or just stupid." He crouched beside her. "That or you like being in pain."

She glared up at him. "Fuck you."

He lifted her gently and she winced as her bruised rib shot pain through her, he sat her down on the bed and fastened the manacle back around her wrist, he had tucked another of her white vests into the back pocket of his jeans and he pulled a straight razor from his inside pocket and flipped the blade open. Her eyes widened and she kicked out at him scrambling backwards until her back hit the wall, he grabbed hold of her and pulled her between his legs with her back against his broad chest, he placed the blade against her throat and she went still.

"I really think you are bringing this on yourself sweetheart, I don't want to see you hurt." He ran his hand down her arm and stroked her thigh with his thumb, she shivered in his arms waiting for what he might do next. Her arms were caught behind her, trapped between her back and his chest and he pulled her back tighter pressing his hand against her stomach. She hissed in a breath as he put pressure on her sore muscles but when he began to rub his hand over her belly she frowned confused. Slowly some of the pain began to subside under his gently touch and she relaxed against him, the blade still rested against her neck but didn't press into the skin and the cold metal sent chills through her. He placed his lips against her ear and spoke gently. "Keep still, I don't want to cut anything important."

She shivered as his warm breath tickled her skin and he felt his cock harden as the girl pressed against him, freeing one of he hands he held the wrist tightly and pressed the blade into the skin of her palm. She hissed in pain and he kissed her neck shushing her before pressing the t-shirt he had brought down against her skin soaking the blood into the material.

"Just a little something to send to your parents, I'm sure they'll miss you." 

She said nothing and he slid his hand back down her stomach until it rested between her legs and she gasped, her whole body tensed and she trembled waiting to see what he would do. Gently he pressed a finger against her and she moaned as a mixture of pain and pleasure gripped her, her body still ached terribly, but his soft touch sent jolts of lust through her and she dropped her head back to rest against his shoulder.

Her bodies reaction surprised her and her cheeks burned in shame, quickly he undid the button on her jeans and slid his hand inside stroking her through her panties feeling her juices already soaking through knickers and he smiled against her neck.

"You know, I'm going to miss you when you're gone." His voice was low and she felt it rumble through his broad chest as he breathed in the scent of her hair and slid his hand into her panties feeling how wet she was and growling as he felt himself grow harder. "I could just eat you up."

His finger brushed against her clit and she shivered, her free hand curled into his thigh and she arched her back pressing her ass against his hard cock, he moved his free hand up her body and covered one breast through her t-shirt. She winced, they had used their teeth on her nipple bruising the sensitive skin and any pressure sent jolts of pain through her, he shushed her again stroking his thumb over her nipple through the t-shirt, he felt it harden through the thin materiel of her bra and she moaned half in pleasure half in embarrassment. He slipped a finger down to her opening and she shivered, gently he pushed the tip of his finger inside her and she whimpered in pain grabbing hold of his wrist with the hand that wasn't trapped between them.

"No." Her voice was husky, barely more than a whisper. He instantly stilled and his hands gripped her breast tighter, he heard her moan in pain and pushed his finger into her more and she shook her head sobbing. "Please don't, it hurts."

His hand moved from her breast to her throat and leant forward to speak into her ear. "You don't get to tell me when to stop sweetheart." He pushed his finger further until it was buried completely inside her. "It makes you very tempting when you do." She shook her head sending her long hair flying over her shoulders and tried to move away. He moved until he sat on the edge of the bed and turned her so she faced him, her legs fell either side of his and he held her wrists behind her back with one hand, looking to the floor he saw the plate of food untouched and tutted. "You really should eat, it is not good for you."

She struggled against him but she was tired, she hadn't eaten or slept properly since she had been brought here and her body ached to her very bones, a tear rolled down her cheek and he kissed the wet path it made stroking her hair gently.

"I wish you wouldn't make me do this sweetheart." She stopped struggling, something in his voice was different, it was soft almost sad and he looked at her with an intensity she didn't understand. "I have grown very fond of you Emilia, I will be very sad to see you go and I do not want to see you hurt any more."

"Please, don't hurt me." She shivered harder, he gently kissed her trembling lips and reaching between them he pulled her jeans and thong down her legs, threw them to the floor before pulling her legs back over his spreading her open. He undid the button of his own jeans and she whined as she felt the thick head of his cock at her entrance, he still held her wrists behind her back and pulled down arching her back and pressing her breasts against his chest. "Please don't."

Pulling harder on her wrists he forced her down, stretching her over his cock and she went limp. Her pussy was still wet from where he had touched her before but the tearing pain still ripped through her as he pushed his way into her until he was buried inside. She dropped her head forward to his shoulder, all energy leaving her and he felt her tears soak his sweatshirt, her pussy was tight around his cock, the wet heat gripping him and he began to thrust against her hearing her soft cries as the pain increased. The sound of her pain made him thrust harder and he gritted his teeth, she was so tight and helpless he was already close to orgasm but he wanted to enjoy for a little longer. He was not sure how long he would have his little captive but he had meant what he said earlier. He was going to miss her when she was gone.

Slowing down he gently tilted her head up so she looked into his eyes, hers were bloodshot and stared at him pleadingly, he gently kissed her and she hissed as the pressure on her stitched lip sent pain through her. He touched the stitches with his tongue softly before kissing her again, he had stilled inside her and instead focused on her mouth, he teased her lips until finally they opened on a sigh and he dipped inside her mouth tasting her for the first time. The pain in her body lessened as her stomach clenched, this time in pleasure and without thinking she kissed him back, her hands clenched and unclenched behind her back and she moaned quietly. He held her round the back of her neck and stroked his thumb over the skin of her throat feeling her pulse as it quickened, her legs began to shake and she arched her back pressing her breasts harder against him wanting to fell more of him. He stayed still waiting to see what she would do.

"I can't do it." She whispered closing her eyes as she realised what she wanted. The pain was still there, her pussy throbbing but in her stomach she could feel stirrings of pleasure, she wanted him to fuck her. He recognised the look on her face and smirked, pressing his hips upwards he heard her gasp and she pressed her lips together the pain flaring again but the pleasure building.

"What do you want me to do?" His voice was low and she felt a shiver run through her while body, he sounded male, powerful and sexy as hell.

"Don't make me."

He laughed and kissed her again before running his lips down her cheek to her throat, she dropped her head back baring her throat, submitting completely and he felt the stirring of emotion in his belly that he didn't understand. "Tell me."

Her eyes were still closed and she hated herself for what she was about to say. "Fuck me."

He laughed, it was a feral growl and she shivered again. "Beg me."

She whimpered with embarrassment and shook her head. "I can't."

He tangled his hand in her hair and forced her to look at him, her eyes opened slowly and she saw the emotion in his eyes from earlier burning brightly, she still couldn't work out what it was but all she knew was all she wanted in the world was to be with him right there. "Please Fionn, I want you to fuck me. Please."

"Good girl." He thrust upwards hitting hard inside her and she moaned as the pain laced pleasure gripped her body, without thinking she began to move against him and he went still letting her move as she wanted. Shame gripped her but she couldn't stop, the pain lessening as her pleasure grew. He watched her bruised face as the pleasure built there, her eyes closed, her plump lips open and her cheeks flushed, she was beautiful. Terror gripped him at the thought of losing her, he realised he didn't want to give her back. His vision blurred and he saw red and he threw her down on the bed sliding back between her legs and thrusting hard into her. She cried out the pain consuming her again and pushed against his chest.

"Fionn wait."

"Don't tell me to wait sweetheart." He kissed her hard and the stitches tugged at her lip, he slammed into her and she screamed at the tearing pain, she felt a warm wetness seep from between her legs and she pummelled against his chest. He took hold of her wrists and pinned them against the bed either side of her head and she closed her eyes refusing to look at him, he felt his orgasm grow and sped up his thrusts biting hard into her neck and she cried out. He pressed hard into her and groaned as he came spilling himself into her ravaged pussy, she screamed as the burning pain overwhelmed her and she went still waiting for him to move.

Finally he stood and looked down at her as he buttoned his jeans, his semen spilled down her legs tinged red with her blood and he felt a stab of guilt, he reached out to touch her and she shivered at his gentle fingers on her skin.

"You'll be home soon sweetheart."

He turned to leave but as he reached the bottom of the stairs a sound caught his attention and he turned back to look at her. She had pulled herself into a sitting position holding her knees to her chest and looked at him with something burning in her dark eyes, her lips were curled in a sneer and she laughed shaking her head at him.

"They're not going to give you a fucking penny."

He walked up the stairs and locked the door behind him, looking down at the blood soaked materiel he frowned and pondered her words. His Unders sat at the table watching him, he dropped the shirt on to the table and lit a cigarette.

"We send it to the parents tonight, Adrian, Zac you'll take it along with a note letting them know we have her and a way to contact us. If they call the police, we kill her."

"Kill her?" Levi spoke up and Fionn slammed his fist down on the table his eyes flashing.

"Yes you fucking retard what did you think we were going to do?!" His voice was furious and he shouted at the three men in front of her. "What you thought we would keep her? She would become one of us, you got a crush on her?" He got into Levi's face. "Who the fuck would have thought, you think you have a chance with someone like her? How fucking stupid are you?"

Levi stood his face angry and stared down at Fionn, he towered over his leader and his huge hands balled into fists at his side. "I'm not stupid." He raised his hand and went to punch Fionn in the face, but he caught the giants hand as it came towards him and brought his own fist squarely into the other man's face. Levi stumbled backwards and Fionn landed another punch to his face sending his flying to the floor before leaping onto him and continuing the beating. Finally he stopped at looked down at the bloody mess underneath him, standing he took a deep breath and pushed his hair away from his face leaving a streak of blood, taking up his cigarette from where it had landed on the floor and placed it back between his lips. Looking to the others he sat at the head of the table and spoke calmly, all traces of his earlier rage gone.

"The note is written and in the living room, take it now. I expect to hear from them by dark." The twins nodded and left the room taking the bloodied shirt with them, Fionn poured himself a drink and gulped it down before pouring another one. He sat for nearly half an hour before the body at his feet began to stir, Levi pushed himself into a sitting position and winced, touching his hand to his lip and his eye which was already swelling with a bruise. He turned and saw Fionn.

"Sorry." His voice was slurred between his swollen lips and Fionn reached down and stroked the man's hair.

"Not as much as I am baby, go and get cleaned up."

Levi nodded and walked slowly from the room, Fionn looked down at his bloody knuckles and when he heard the twins return they all joined him in waiting for the call.

They did not have to wait long. The disposal phone that lay on the table began to rang and Fionn answered.

"Mr Pelosi I assume?"

"Who the fuck is this?"

"You don't need to know my name sir I just need to know if you understood my letter?"

"How the fuck did you find us?" The man's voice was heavy with an Italian accent.

"Surprisingly easily, but please enough about you. I am surprised you are not more worried about your daughter."

"You don't have her, you have no proof. Emilia disappears for days at a time she could be with friends, she could be with anyone. We have no proof you have her."

"If you want proof I can send you proof. A finger perhaps? I am loath to cut off more, she is such a pretty thing."

"What do you want?"

"Exactly what my letter asks for, a small sum in exchange for her safe return. I can tell she misses you."

"A small sum? You're crazy."

"Considering you vast wealth I would not see you missing what we have asked for."

"Five hundred million, that is what you asked for."

"I know what I asked for."

"I won't do it."

"Then you won't see her again, you have two days. My Unders will come for the money and if we do not receive it, we will bring you her head."

He ended the call and placed the phone back on the table. "Now we wait."

*

She did not know how long had passed, no one had been in or out and she was weak with hunger and thirst. Her body however had finally started to heal from being left alone by her captors and the pain had finally left her. She had tore a strip of fabric from her t-shirt and tied it around the cut on her hand but it throbbed dully, she now stood on the floor beside the bed. She had wrapped some of the chain around her arm and placing her foot against the wall pulled with all the strength trying to pull it from the wall, the sound of the door opening made her stop and she turned to watch.

Fionn walked down the stairs, she had not seen him since he had bathed her and as she remembered what had happened after her cheeks burnt with embarrassment and she looked to the floor.

"You wont pull that out, not even Levi could."

"It was worth a try."

He laughed at her tone. "I truly will miss you."

It was her time to laugh and she walked towards him. "Don't count on me going anywhere just yet."

"My Unders have gone to retrieve the money, once they have it we will return you home and you will never see us again."

She shook her head and walked closer, the chain snapped taught with her inches from him and she stopped staring up into his face. "You really don't get it do you?"

His eyes flashed before the look of calm came back over his face and he tilted his head to one side. "Apparently not, I would love for you to tell me."




The Cleanse



"They're not going to pay, they would pay for you not to bring me back. You wont get a penny."

The sound of the door opening again made him turn and he watched as the twins appeared in the doorway, their faces were twisted in anger and they shook their head.

"They've gone, the whole fucking family. Vanished."

"What do you mean they've gone?" Fionn was beginning to sound angry.

"They've gone, there is no one in the house. Cars gone, lights off."

"Leave us." They lingered on the stairs for a moment and he turned shouting. "Leave us!"

They left closing the door behind them and he turned back to the girl, she shrank back in fear and he curled his fingers round her throat keeping her close.

"They're not going to pay?" She shook her head. "Why?"

She was silent for a moment then her dark eyes filled with tears and she began to shake. "They never wanted me, they already had a son and when they found out they were pregnant with me the first thing they thought about doing was terminating. If it wasn't for who they were they would have, but they're Pelosi's, it would have gotten out and they couldn't have that getting round so they kept me. They never wanted me and now that you have me they have a way out, they can blame it on a robbery gone bad, or they're powerful people someone would use me to hurt them. You gave them a way out. I'm surprised they didn't leave you a thank you gift."

He looked at her for a moment before reaching into his back pocket and taking the key to her shackles. He unlocked her and slid his arms around her slim waist holding her close, her hands were trapped between them, resting on his chest and she felt his heart beating beneath her fingers. He leant his head down and kissed her softly and she closed her eyes reaching on tiptoe to bring herself closer, he slid his hands down to her rounded ass and pulled her up and against him and she felt his hard cock through their clothes.

"You're more like us than you think sweetheart." She shivered at the tone of his voice and slid her arms around his neck bringing their faces close, he undid her jeans and she kicked them off and away before lifting her arms so he could remove her t-shirt. He looked down at her body, the bruises from the fingers beginning to fade and he gently traced his hands over them. "You are stronger than we expected. You lasted longer than we thought you would." She felt a strange rush of pride at his words and dropped her eyes, slowly she pulled at the zip of his sweatshirt and he allowed her to remove it revealing the long sleeved black t-shirt beneath. It showed the hard muscles of his chest and gently she ran her hand over him before lifting the hem of the t-shirt up, he stopped her taking hold of her wrists and she stilled fear suddenly gripping her again.

For a moment they stared at each other before he dropped his hand and allowed her to push the shirt up and over his head, her eyes widened at the scars on his skin and she stroked over them gently. He took hold of her waist again walking her backwards towards the bed until her legs hit the metal frame, he kicked off his boots and socks and knelt in front of her spreading her legs and running a finger down her feeling her wetness though the material of her thong. She shivered and lay back against the bed as he pulled the thong down her legs before settling himself back and kissing the inside of her thighs listening to her soft breathing and teasing her until she reached down and dug her fingers into his hair pulling him towards her.

He laughed under his breath and gave her what she wanted, tasting her wet pussy and listening to her moan of pleasure, he dipped his tongue inside before circling her clit gently and she gasped her hands tightening in his hair as she held him close. Slowly he pushed one finger inside her and she froze expecting the same tearing pain she had experienced for days.

But nothing came. Instead she felt the pleasure grip her stomach and she arched her back urging him to go deeper, slowly he began to move his finger inside her while his tongue played with her clit, he added a second finger and she cried. With a smile he twisted them inside her hitting the nerves that made her tense and sucking on her clit until she came spilling her juices into his mouth, she collapsed back shivering and he stood looking down at her.

She pushed herself to her knees and reached out to gently run her hand over his jeans feeling the hard length of his cock, quickly she undid his jeans and pushed the to the floor, then his boxers. Gently she took him in her hand and leant forward, flicking her tongue over the head she sank down swallowing him and he leant his head back.

"Ugh fuck." His voice was low and he rested a hand on her head, she began to move back and forth, pulling back until only the head of his cock remained in her mouth swirling her tongue round before sinking back taking his entire length down her throat. His hand clenched in her hair pulling it and she moaned the vibrations moving through her throat to his cock and he pulled her closing pressing hard down her throat. Pulling back he pushed her down onto the bed and her eyes widened until she saw no trace of anger in his face, he held her to his chest with one arm and moved them so her head lay against the thin pillow, he lay back between her legs and pushed inside her slowly.

"Fionn." Her voice begged him and he smiled resting his forearms either side of her head and rolling his hips against her, her hands clutched his wrists and he began to thrust, slowly burying himself deep before pulling out until the head of cock remained inside before slowly pressing back in. she squirmed beneath him and he gritted his teeth trying to stop his orgasm. He kept up this torturous rhythm and she moaned pressing her hips upwards.

"Fionn please."

He kissed her neck. "Please what?"

She was suddenly embarrassed and turned her head away. "Tell me." He took her earlobe between his teeth and she shuddered.

"Fuck me, hard." He growled and pounded into her. "Oh god." Her voice sounded in his ear and she felt the muscles in her stomach clench as her orgasm grew and she wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him deeper until he hit against the spot inside her and she cried out as she came. He felt her pussy contract around him and groaned as he finally felt her cum, he had wanted to know since they had taken her but she felt better than he ever could have imagined. Hooking an arm under her knee he pressed it against her chest allowing him to hit deeper and she cried out half in pain as he bumped against her cervix, she threw her head back her nails digging into the skin of his wrists and she trembled.

"I'm gonna cum," she gasped before her pussy tightened further, milking his cock and bringing his own orgasm, he pushed hard into her filling her with his cum before collapsing forward, she stroked his back gently her breathing ragged and when his weight became too much he rolled off her hand lay on his back. She stayed still unsure of what to do and he reached out and pulled her close, she curled at his side, her head on his bare chest and for a while they lay in silence.

"We all have reasons to be angry." His deep voice rumbled from his chest and she tilted her head up to look into his face, he stared up at the ceiling, one arm was wrapped around her waist and his free hand stoked the soft skin of her arm. "My mother died giving birth to me, my father drank and gambled. Got himself into real debt. I was always good at fighting, even when I was young and when I was five he used to put me in the ring with others and use me to make money to pay off his debts. When I got a little older those fights got boring so he changed my opponents." She felt him tremble against her but remained silent waiting for him to continue. "He used dogs, nothing too bad to start with then they got bigger, more vicious, more of them. I still never lost." She heard the note of pride in his voice at this last statement and stroked his chest feeling the scarred skin over hard muscle. "I fought for him until I was nineteen then I'd had enough, I told him I wanted to leave but he said he owned me, said I was his and there was nothing I could do to change that. I proved him wrong."

"What did you do?"

"I finally snapped, he used to make me shave him and one day my hand just slipped. Turns out he had made a lot of money off my fights so I took it and moved here. I haven't thought about him since."

"Is that why you cleanse?"

"You catch on fast sweetheart." He finally looked down at her and saw tears in her eyes, frowning he stroked his thumb across her cheek wiping the tear away. "Are you crying for me?"

She flushed pink and tried to look away but he kept her face still a small smile curling his lips. "Are you falling for me kid?"

"Arrogant bastard." She couldn't help but laugh but also couldn't deny she felt something when she looked at him, he tipped her off him and stood, throwing her clothes onto the bed he dressed and waited for her to do the same, then holding out his hand he took hers in his own and lead her up the stairs. The others waited in the kitchen and looked confused when they saw the two of them, he pushed her into the chair beside his and handed her a cigarette, she lit it and took a deep drag and he poured her a drink.

"What's this?" Zac spoke up looking from Fionn to Emilia.

"This is Miss Emilia Pelosi, we are going to help her cleanse." He took his seat at the head of the table and watched his three Unders as they stared incredulously at him. "You look confused, let me explain. She knew from the beginning that her parents wouldn't pay to get her back, they never wanted her to begin with. But look at her, she's been with us five days and we still didn't break her, she's strong and after what we've put her through I think we owe her something."

"You knew they wouldn't pay?" Adrian asked and she nodded sipping the whiskey sighing as it burned down her throat. "You never said anything."

"Would it have helped?"

Adrian raised an eyebrow before smiling at his brother. "I like her."

Zac watched her with a smirk. "You're a strong girl."

"And you're a sick sadistic asshole." She blew a perfect smoke ring towards him smiled, after a second he laughed holding his hand out to her, they shook and Adrian followed suit taking her small hand gently.

"Do you know where your parents will be?" Fionn stroked her hair gently watching her face, his Unders saw the soft look on his face, he felt something for this girl it was clear to see.

"Yeah, they have a lodge up in the mountains. I don't know exactly where it is but I know how to get to the road then its not hard to find. Its not exactly small." Her stomach rumbled loudly and she turned to Fionn. "I'm fucking starving."

He nodded to Levi who stood and fixed her a plate of food, she tore into it while they watched and she covered her mouth her cheeks flushing. 

"Don't be embarrassed in front of us sweetheart," Fionn smiled before turning back to his Unders. "I want you ready to leave in an hour, go and prepare." 

They nodded and left the room, Emilia looked to him frowning and pushed the empty plate away, she drained her glass and winced as it burned down into her stomach. "Prepare for what?"

He reached out and tucked a curl behind her ear and stroked his thumb down her cheek. "To help you cleanse sweet girl, they left you here for us, we threatened to cut off your head and send it to them if they didn't pay and they left you." She flinched at his words and looked at the table, he held out his hand and lead her upstairs. In the bathroom he turned the taps on and began to fill the tub, turning back to her he slowly began to undress her and she watched his movements intently, turning off the water he pushed her into the tub. She sat in the water and watched as he poured soap onto the sponge and, as he had done before, began to wash her. His hand slipped between her legs and she held onto his wrist tugging gently, he smiled at her and stood undressing quickly and stepping into the tub. He sat facing her and pulled her legs over his, there was a can of shaving foam on the counter and he reached out to grab it, leaning down he took the straight edged razor from the inside pocket of his sweatshirt and her eyes widened in fear. He stroked her thigh with his calloused thumb and shushed her.

"It's OK, I'm not going to hurt you." He lifted her arm and smoothed foam onto her skin, gently he ran the razor over her skin with a practised hand and she shivered at the feel of the cold metal. He repeated the process under the other arm before pushing her up and settling her so she sat on the edge of the tub, her rubbed the foam over each legs and ran the sharp blade of her skin before turning his attention between her legs. The pink skin of her pussy looked so enticing and he leant forward to run his tongue over her, she moaned quietly but when he rubbed the foam over her skin she looked down worry in her eyes.

"Don't worry sweetheart," he lay the razor against her and she shivered as the cold metal touch the hot skin of her pussy. "I'm very good with this."

Slowly and carefully he shaved her completely smooth and wiped away the excess foam, she looked down at him as he leant forward and kissed the quivering skin, taking hold of her hips he pulled her back into the water so she straddled his lap. Cautiously, as though she was still afraid to touch him, she ran her fingers over the dark stubble on his cheeks.

"Is it because of your dad, why you don't shave?"

He nodded and moved her fingers to his left cheek, she felt the raised skin beneath the hair and knew it was another scar. "This is the only time a dog got at my face, I needed thirty stitches." He ran his thumb over her own stitches in her lip. "Yours will scar too."

"I always was a fan of lipstick."

He smiled and pulled her closer, she felt him hard and ready against her and held onto his neck lifting herself and positioning her pussy at the head of his cock. Holding onto her hips he pulled her down slowly and groaned as her tight heat enveloped him, he held onto her rounded ass and began to move her against him, finding the rhythm that made her gasp and her nails dig into his back. Thrusting upwards he pushed into her, his thick cock hit deep inside her and suddenly she remembered back to the pain she felt when he had been inside her just days ago. The man who now held her seemed like a different person, his fingers still dug into her skin but it wasn't painful, he thrust against her finding her pleasure before his own and as his blue eyes met hers she saw something dark there but it didn't scare her any more. Leaning down he kissed her neck before sucking and marking the skin, sliding one hand up her back and curling it over her shoulder he pulled her down harder speeding up his movements and she thrust her hips matching him. Her sensitive nipples brushed against his hard chest and she arched her back, he leant her backwards and bent to take a nipple in his warm mouth, he teased her gently the skin was still bruised and he didn't want to hurt her again. She thrust harder against him and he bit down, her head fell backwards and she dug her fingers into his hair holding his head against her and he sucked hard as she moaned, her pussy began to tighten as her orgasm grew and he smiled. 

"Fionn," she spoke his name as she came and he followed pushing hard and coming inside her, he pulled her back to him and rested his forehead against hers, his breathing was ragged and she stroked his hair gently.

"I'm going to fall for you," his eyes burned into hers and she opened her mouth to speak but he shook his head. "Don't talk. I'm going to take you to your parents, you will decide what happens to them and then I'm going to take you away. It wont take long, you're already everything I think about. I don't know how long it will last, I can't promise you forever but I wont let you go. I can't."

She stared at him, his gaze didn't waver and she felt the breath leave her, he kissed her before standing from the tub taking her with him. He walked through to his bedroom and handed her a towel.

"Get dressed, we're leaving." He left the room still naked and she gazed at the marks on his hard body, the door closed and she began to dry herself looking to the clothes on the bed. Ten minutes later she was dressed in black skinny jeans, a short sleeved black t-shirt and a hooded black sweatshirt. Stepping into the heavy black boots at the foot of the bed she zipped the sweatshirt and walked downstairs, they waited for her in the living room and turned when she entered. Fionn stepped forward, he held a black bandanna in his hands and gently he tied it around the back of her head covering her face from her nose down. Her messy curls fell into her eyes and he kissed her forehead before pulling the hood up over her hair.

"Doesn't she fit in well boys?"

"She's a good addition." Adrian smiled at her, Fionn took another razor from his inside pocket and held it out to her.

"You look after that sweetheart."

She nodded and tucked the blade into her inside pocket, he pulled his own bandanna up and covered his hair with the hood. Without another word he turned and walked from the room and out the front door, they followed and she took a deep breath of fresh air, it was cold and snow was falling, she looked up to the sky allowing the soft flakes to fall on her face. Levi took her hand and squeezed, he was gentle for his size and she squeezed back.

"I really like snow Miss Emilia."

"Me too."

"Are you really going to stay?"

She looked over at Fionn, he watched them and caught her eye waiting for her answer.

"I'll stay if you'll have me."

"Why would we send you away?" Zac laughed. "I could get used to seeing that ass everyday."

She stuck her middle finger up at him and Fionn motioned for her to climb into the large black truck that waited, he lifted her into the passenger seat while the others piled into the pick-up in the back, he slid into the drivers seat and they set off. They drove for nearly three hours, she stared out the window occasionally giving directions until she pointed.

"That's it."

He pulled the truck to a stop and they climbed out, walking through the trees they made their way to the huge house and she stopped looking in through the large window. The three of them sat there, drinking wine, laughing.

"For all they know I'm dead." Her voice was soft and Fionn placed his hand on her lower back. "They're laughing."

"How can we get in?"

"There's one window they always keep open, its upstairs, if someone can get me on the roof I can open the door and let you in."

He nodded and they followed her round the back of the lodge, she pointed to the cracked window and Levi lifted her easily. He pushed her up onto the roof and she walked quietly along it and opened the window slipping inside. 

Upstairs was dark and she crept through making no sound, downstairs she could hear her families voices and sadness gripped her, downstairs she unlocked the door and they filed in past her. Adrian stroked her cheek as he passed and Zac chucked her under the chin. Fionn was silent.

Levi went first and she heard her parents shout of fear, the twins went next bounding into the room laughing and her mothers scream reached her ears. Fionn took her hand and lead her through.

Levi held her father in a head lock, Zac had punched her brother hard enough that he was barely conscious and now the twins pawed at her mother.

"Good evening."

Fionn dropped her hand and walked further into the room, she stayed where she was watching him. "I would like to thank you all, you are doing a great service tonight. You are a crucial part of our cleanse."




The Cleanse



"What are you doing? How did you find us?"

"It wasn't hard Mr Pelosi." Her fathers eyes widened as he recognised the voice.

"It was you, you called us?"

"I did."

"What do you mean cleanse?" Her mother asked her voice shaking with fear and Fionn turned his attention to her.

"Of course you must be confused. Let me explain." He knelt in front of Sofia Pelosi and spoke in a soft voice. "You see all people need a way to relax, some people read, some people knit, some do crossword puzzles. We tried those things but they never really worked you know, we just needed something more, something more cathartic. So we found each other and we agreed that together we would cleanse. Everyone is angry at something, the boys over there," he pointed to the Adrian and Zac. "Their parents weren't very attentive to them, used to rent them out to their friends to have some fun with, terrible thing really, shouldn't happen to children. They've never really gotten over it so when it gets to much they cleanse. My reasons are my own but rest assured this cleanse helps keep me sane, I was in a very bad place before this. And Levi there, well he's just plain fucking stupid aren't you buddy?" Levi laughed and tightened his grip around the man's neck. "And she," Fionn turned to look at Emilia who had remained silent. "She's just as fucked up and twisted as the rest of us. Not that she doesn't have good reason. Her parents were utter asses, never wanted her, not really. Most recently she was taken from them, her parents were asked to pay a small sum of money to get her back otherwise the men who had her would cut off her head." She saw her parents eyes widen as they realised what was happening. "When my friends here went to collect the money the parents were gone, I'm sure they must have been relieved, it was an easy way to get rid of her. She is worth a lot of money people would kill her for fun, to get at the parents. Is any of this sounding familiar?"

"Lia?" The mother spoke and Emilia turned her dark eyes on her. "Lia is that you?"

She said nothing but stared at her mothers face, her hands were clenched at her sides. 

"You're OK?" Her father spoke and turned back to Fionn. "Let her go."

"I'm not keeping her, she's here because she wants to be. We are here to help her cleanse, cleanse herself of you."

"Lia please." Her mother spoke again and Lia gritted her teeth.

"Don't call me that." Her mother jumped at the hatred in her voice and her eyes filling with tears, her brother was beginning to come around and Zac leapt over to him holding his blade against his neck. Sofia looked from her son to her daughter shaking her head. 

"Please don't do this. We're sorry."

"Sorry? For what mamma? For never wanting me, for never loving me, for making me feel worthless my whole life? For never treating me the way you treated him?" She pointed to her brother. "Why do you love him? Why him and not me?"

"We love you, of course we love you." Her father spoke and she shook her head.

"That is the first time you've said that to me. Its too late." She looked to her mother. "Io sono mamma dispiace, ti amo."

She nodded at the boys who knocked her family unconscious. Fionn touched her shoulder gently and looked down at her.

"You're sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, killing them would be too easy, I want them to live knowing that they made me do this." 

He nodded and an hour later, when the police arrived, they were waiting far down the road. 

"What did she say?" Levi asked Fionn as they watched the blue flashing lights in the distance.

"She said she was sorry." Fionn didn't take his eyes off the house as they watched the police pile from the cars. 

The armed police forced their way into the home and found the three Pelosi's out cold surrounded by empty bottles and lines of white powder. They followed the screams to the basement where Emilia Pelosi was tied to a chair, bruises covering her skin, they looked a couple of days old and she shivered with the cold. She was naked and the officer wrapped a blanket around her and lifted her into his arms.

"It's OK, you're safe now."

* Four Weeks Later *

"The Pelosi family was sentenced today, they will all serve lifetime sentences in prison after the containment and torture of their daughter. Emilia gave evidence against her parents and brother in the days following her rescue and today they were taken to an undisclosed location for their own safety. They will all serve fifty years before the question of parole will even be raised. They leave Emilia Pelosi with a fortune of over one billion dollars making her the youngest billionaire in recorded history at only nineteen. Friends of Emilia's have informed us she has left the country in order to recover from what her family has done to her. We wish her the best and a speedy recovery."

Emilia sat in her large four poster bed, her knees were pulled to her chest and she watched the TV carefully, they had left America a week after they had cleansed. Moving to England. She had inherited the entirety of her parents fortune and she had used it to buy them a large manor in the countryside. They still cleansed and she went with them finally feeling like she was part of a family but she and Fionn had not been alone together since. Turning off the TV she lit a cigarette and stared out of the window at the clear sky, she sat in silence until the door opened, turning she watched as Fionn entered and closed it behind him.

"How old are you?" Her question surprised him and he smiled. He wore only his black jeans and stalked her as he moved towards the bed.

"I'm twenty eight."

"Really?" She sounded surprised and he couldn't help but laugh. "You look younger."

"Thank you." He still walked towards the bed and she dropped her cigarette into the ashtray on the bedside table.

"What is your last name?"

"Allen."

"What's your favourite colour?" He was almost upon her now and she shivered with anticipation.

"The colour of your eyes." He paused his hands resting on the bed and raised an eyebrow at her. "What's with all the questions sweetheart?"

"You told me I was going to fall for you, but I know nothing about you."

He smiled and grabbed her ankle pulling her to the edge of the bed, with her sat and him standing they were almost eye level and his hard cock pressed against her through his jeans and her thin panties, she gasped and arched her back and he ran his fingers over her thighs feeling shivers chase themselves across her skin.

"You know more about me than any one else, all you need to know is that your mine until I'm done with you."

His voice had taken on the low, rough tone that made her insides clench and lust run through her. He skimmed his hands higher up her thighs and she bit her lip, his fingers brushed against her pussy through her knickers and she curled her hands into fists against his stomach.

"And then what?" Her voice wavered and refused to look at him. "What happens when you are done with me? Then what do I do?"

"Do you really want to think about that now?" He slid his hands around to the small of her back running his fingers under the hem of her t-shirt, he kissed her and she gasped opening her lips beneath his. "I told you I cannot promise you forever."

"I'm not asking for forever just some idea of what this means to you."

He paused and pulled back, tilting her head up so he could look into her eyes and she reluctantly met his gaze, his eyes were hard but his hands on her were gentle and she didn't feel afraid. Gently he crawled onto the bed taking her with him and lay her back against the pillows, slowly he undressed her until she was naked under his gaze and she suddenly felt embarrassed. She covered her pussy with her hands but he shook his head.

"No, I want to see you." slowly she moved her hands and he looked down at her naked form, stripping his jeans from his body he kicked them away along with his boxers, settling himself back between her legs he pulled at her calves wrapping her legs around his waist and positioned the head of his cock against her entrance. He teased her until she was shaking and thrusting her hips against him trying to urge him inside her. He laughed and pushed her hips back down but still didn't go inside, he kissed her and she moaned.

"Please." Her plea was a gasp and he laughed again but now it sounded strained as he tried to keep control.

"Please what?"

"Fionn." She whined and pushed her hips up again. 

"Ask me, tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me." Her voice was quiet.

"More, tell me more."

"Fionn please."

"Tell me." He pushed the first couple of inches into her and she practically sobbed as he stretched her.

"I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard. Make my little pussy cum, make me scream for you."

He smiled and curled his fingers around her throat and kissed her hard. "Good girl."

Slamming his hips forward he embedded himself inside her and she cried out throwing her head back her fingers curling into the sheets beneath her, he held himself inside her for a moment before pulling back and teasing the entrance of her pussy once again. He kept up this rhythm and she cried out each time he bottomed out inside her, he bit her earlobe gently before speaking into her ear.

"I think you can do better for me, I want to hear you scream."

"Fionn, do you love me?"

He stilled and looked into her eyes, his face was unreadable and she instantly regretted saying anything. "I'm sorry," she turned her face away and felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"If I didn't I would have killed you long ago." She turned back to him and stared intently.

"You do?"

"I don't understand what I feel for you, but I know that I don't want you to go. I want to keep you here with me. I want to fuck you everyday and sleep beside you every night. I don't ever want to let you out of my sight because if I do I'm terrified I wont see you again. I've never felt like this before, I don't know what it means. But I think it means that I love you."

Her eyes filled with tears and she slid her fingers through his hair pulling herself up to kiss him. His hand moved from her throat and he supported his weight on his balled fists on the bed. "Now tell me."

She smiled knowing exactly what he wanted to hear. "Fuck me Fionn, til I scream."

He growled pounding into her, slamming his hips feeling the tight walls of her pussy grip his cock massaging, milking the thick length. He stretched her wide and he hook an arm under her knee pushing her leg to her chest so he could hit deeper inside her, a cry ripped from her throat and she felt as though she would be ripped in two. He kissed her swallowing her cries as they slipped from her lips and she tightened her grip on his hair urging him.

"Harder." She almost begged and he slammed into her ripping a scream from her throat and he began rolling his hips and she raked her nails across his back drawing blood. "Faster." This time there was no doubt she was begging him and he gave her what she needed listening to her screams as they grew louder and leant to whisper in her ear.

"Cum for me, let me feel you."

She screamed and tensed under him and he pounded once more into his spilling his cum inside her. He collapsed against her breathing heavily before rolling over and staring at the ceiling, pulling her to his side he stroked the soft skin of her arm and they lay in silence.

"So what happens now?" She looked up into his face, he stared into her dark eyes.

"I don't know kid." He kissed her forehead and smiled for once thinking of how his future could be. "I just don't know."



The Cleansing Aroma



It had reached that point when my senior year had officially turned into a joke. I didn't care anymore about my grades, my teacher's didn't care anymore because they knew I didn't care anymore, and my mom had finally given in to the inevitable. She knew I was going to do whatever I damn well pleased, and she was willing to let it happen for the rest of the year.

Besides, it wasn't as if she had much to worry about. I, if I allowed myself a moment of arrogance, was fantastically good at coasting through the ease of high school. I got great grades, I had made great friends, and I had gotten into a spectacular private school out of state, and on a scholarship on less. If anybody had the right to goof off for the last three and half months of high school, I did.

I was 18 years old and ready for something new. I'm of average height, around 5'10" and of lean build. I didn't play on any of the school's teams, but I loved sports, especially basketball. It kept me in decent shape. I had no brothers or sisters, no responsibilities and no worries. It would just be me and my mom for a whole week.

Which, of course, was not what I planned. I wanted to spend my spring break elsewhere, instead of the still-frozen tundra of Minnesota. You know, California, Florida, Mexico -- not here, in short. But my mom couldn't finance any sort of trip and I had elected to go unemployed for the duration of my senior year and now I was suffering the consequences. I had to watch my friends go off and leave me behind one last time.

Not that my mom was unbearable. She was actually really cool. She was easy to talk to, loved going out, and wasn't the sort of mom that I was embarrassed to be caught in public with. Heck, she was even good-looking.

Okay, that might be a little bit of an understatement. My mom was gorgeous. She was blond, around 5'7", with long legs and still-perky c-cup breasts. She wasn't super curvy like some MILFs I've seen, but she kept herself in very good shape and looked more like a runner than a mom. 

We had been together for as long as I could remember. She had me when she was 18. Some guy had knocked her up and then taken off. Since then, she had sworn off guys and only looked after me. You could say that time had made us pretty close. We had been through thick and thin together, so I guess I shouldn't complain too much that I spent my last spring break in her company. It was the least I could do before college.

The week started off normal enough: I slept in, she went to work, I played some videogames, got bored, watched some porn, watched normal TV, ate -- normal stuff for a kid my age recovering from 12 solid years of school. When my mom came home, she made dinner and we talked, just her and me.

My mom was a secretary in those days, working for a small food brokerage firm called Tim Johnson & Associates. Her bosses were a pair of pleasant yet demanding fellows: they had built the firm from scratch and expected an equal level of competence in all their employees.

Finally, she hit me with a question: "So, Sam, what do you want to do with your spring break? I mean, after all, it's your last one and I don't want you to spend it in the house with me."

"Mom, don't worry about me. I'll take care of myself. Right now, let's just go watch a movie."

Truth be told, I didn't quite know what to do with myself. Generally, I spent most nights with my friends or my girlfriend, Brianna. But they were all out of town. Brianna was in Florida with her best friend Marissa. You have no idea what I would have given to be there at the moment.

So we popped in a movie, Jurassic Park, a classic. We lived in a small, upstairs apartment in Minneapolis. We didn't have much space, so mom and I shared a couch. She always changed into her black leggings and a sweatshirt after work. I was in my basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Of course, considering that it was still only 40 degrees outside, I got cold. So pretty soon I was under a blanket.

It wasn't long before Mom started tugging at the covers. She always did this to me. I refused to give in this time.

"Hey, you turd, share with your mom."

"No, get your own!"

"I raised you, I have a right to the blanket. Now share!"

I resolutely kept hold of the cover, even as she made one more gigantic tug. Exhausted, she gave up. After a moment's rest, though, she made an unexpected move: she leaned over and climber under with me, cuddling right up.

Mom had never done this to me before. Needless to say, it was weird to be spooning my mom. Sure, it wasn't sexual or anything of the sort, but let's just say I became acutely aware of exactly how tight leggings were in that very moment. We finished the movie like that. I didn't move a muscle because I didn't want my mom to feel my dick scrape against her cheeks.

I had never thought of my mom in a sexual way before. Other guys had; they had told me. But I hadn't. I had always gotten enough from girls my age and so I wasn't too focused on my single mother. That night changed everything. I became fully aware that my mom wasn't just beautiful, but extremely hot. I blamed her for it, of course. What was she doing cuddling with me like that? It was her fault that all the sudden I was thinking about her butt.

The next day was normal. No more sexual encounters with my mother. She hadn't noticed a thing and I was more than capable of controlling myself around her. The whole week passed without incident, in fact. We went to movies, we went out to eat, we even went to a Timberwolves game (my god they suck). Everything was normal.

Except for it wasn't. My porn habits had changed during the week. Instead of watching my usual fare, I was suddenly attracted to a more taboo subject: mother/son porn. I figured that I wasn't going to try anything with my mom. I loved her too much for something as crude as that. But I had to get it out of my system somehow. So I went to the internet. I found mostly stories, but some movies. It made porn exciting again.

On Friday, as she occasionally did, my mom came home early. I had to cut myself off mid-masturbation session as I watched a particularly scintillating clip involving a mom seducing her son with a spiked drink. I shut my computer and quickly went to the bathroom before my mom could see my huge erection. She didn't need to see stuff like that.

After I came out, I told her that I wanted to go shoot some hoops at my club. She assented and I took the car to a local sports club where I would go to find a pickup game or two. Unfortunately, of all nights, no one was to be found that Friday night. After shooting a few baskets and taking a few frustration laps around the track, I decided to head home.

When I got home, the lights were off in the living room and kitchen. I could see my mom's bedroom light on, so I figured she had probably fallen asleep. I decided to check on her. As I approached the open door, I could hear some heavy breathing. I peeked inside.

There was my mother, clad in nothing by a tight, white tank top. She had my laptop open, but I couldn't see what was on the screen. I could see, however, my mom's legs fully open, with a large, thick, pink dildo pumping in and out of her shaven pussy. A pair of earbuds ran from the computer to her ears. 

I stood there transfixed as I watched my mom gasp and shudder. Her eyes were completely closed and she bit her beautiful lip to suppress a moan. The dildo worked furiously. I didn't mean to stay, but I watched a moment longer as I saw a bead of sweat form on her unblemished forehead. I withdrew without a word and went for the living room.

I didn't even bother to turn on the light. It was one thing to accidentally cuddle with your mom and her sheer leggings. It was another entirely to see her with her pants and panties off. I felt like I had stolen something from her. I felt guilty. I was about to leave the apartment again when a thought struck me. What had she been watching?

That was my laptop. Why hadn't she used her own? In my haste, I don't think I had cleared my internet history. What if she had found the site that I had been using? The video I had been watching? I shuddered at the thought.

But then, if she had, why had she....used that video? Surely, she would have been angry if she had known what sort of stuff I was looking at this week. Instead, she was pleasuring herself. I couldn't quite connect the image of my mother with the image of that girl, writhing in the bedroom with her pink dildo. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to go jack off in the bathroom.

When I emerged, my mom's door was shut and the lights were off. I wondered briefly if she had been embarrassed that I had gotten home and she had been masturbating. Did she think I had seen her? I was exhausted from the various mental battles going on in my head. I went to bed.

When I got up the next morning, I knew I had slept in pretty late. The sun was shining and the house was already awake. Apparently, my mom had slept in as well. I could hear the shower running. Instantly, unbidden images of a pink dildo pumping in and out of a pink pussy filled my head. I groaned as I got an instant hard-on. College couldn't come soon enough.

After several minutes of waiting for my erection to subside, I went out to the hall. As I passed by the bathroom, my mother's voice called out, "Sam, is that you?"

"Yes, of course. Who else could it possibly be?" I answered. Even now, stressed as I was about my forbidden lust, I couldn't contain my snark.

"Hey, be nice now. Could you do me a little favor?" my mother asked.

"What do you need?"

"I forgot to grab a towel on my way in. Could you hand me one?"

I froze. I knew it was innocent; I forgot to grab a towel all the time. Still, with recent events in mind, it was hard to digest the thought of being so close to my naked mother.

I tried to act normal. I grabbed one of the towels from the hall closet and knocked on the bathroom door, "Here it is, Mom." Generally, at this point, a hand would grope from around the corner of a barely-cracked open door to grab the towel. At least, that's what I did in similar predicaments.

This time, however, no hand surfaced, "The door's unlocked. Just come in and put it on the counter." With a trembling hand, I opened the door.

Our small bathroom didn't have a shower curtain. Instead, we had one of those doors with the obscured glass. I couldn't see my mom, per se, in midst of the steam and water, but I could see her outline. I could just imagine those toned, glowing legs and her perfect half-moon butt. My dick grew and I knew there was nothing I could do about it.

I placed the towel on the counter and turned to leave. Before I could take one step, however, I heard the door to the shower slide open. "Hey Sam, we need to talk."

I froze. "Now?" I said without turning around.

"Yes," said my mom. After a moment's pause, she continued, "Last night, after you left, I used your computer to check my emails." There was another elongated pause and I immediately knew what had happened.

"Actually, it's better to say I tried to check my emails. When I opened up the internet, that message popped up where it said, 'A number of tabs had not been closed properly,' you know that one? Anyway, I reopened the tabs you had closed, and, well, I saw.....I saw what you had been looking at."

My mom stopped, unable to continue. I finally looked at her. She only had her head peeking out from around the shower door, but even still, I couldn't help by follow her hair to where it trailed onto her cleavage. I didn't have anything to say.

She wasn't done, though, "I just wanted to let you know that it's perfectly normal for a child to be attracted to his mom," She looked uncomfortable just saying it, "and I still love you. Ok?" She looked at me expectantly.

I couldn't say anything. My tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth in shame. Mom suddenly looked worried, "You were watching those videos because you were attracted to me, right?"

Finally, I found some words, "Of course! I mean, mom, can you blame me?"

To my surprise, my mom looked down and blushed, "Blame you? For what?"

"You know. You're beautiful. Spending this week with you, I don't know, somehow I just saw you different and, well, things got out of control. But I promise I won't look at that stuff anymore." I felt like a little child again, with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Well, thank you for telling your mom she's beautiful. I don't want you to feel bad about this. I know how teenage boys are. I just have one more question: why was this week 'different?'"

I stared. What could I say, except the truth? "Well, it started Monday when we were watching Jurassic Park. We got close and, well, I realized you were gorgeous. And, well, last night didn't help either."

"Last night? What did you see last night?"

I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with my mom, who was in the shower, stark naked. "Mom, well, damn I don't know how to tell you this, but last night, I caught you masturbating."

Mom blushed again. "Oh my god, I can't believe you saw that. I'm so sorry....it's just, I've got needs too and I thought you were gone!"

Seeing my mom so uncomfortable made me forget how embarrassed I was. I relaxed a little, "Don't worry about it Mom, I understand. I just have one question for you: what were you watching?"

A weird expression crossed my mom's faced. At first, she looked shocked, but then it changed it in an instant, replaced by a coy smile, "You really want to know?"

"Yeah," I said, suddenly with a jolt of unanticipated excitement.

"To be perfectly honest with you," she said, as she looked down again, "I was watching the same movie you were watching. God, you did pick some sexy stuff."

"Well, you know me, a man of good taste," I said, reverting to my usual swagger, "But it pales in comparison to the real stuff." I really don't know why I added that last bit.

"The real stuff?" My mom looked up at me.

"You know, seeing you...in action. That was hot, Mom."

She smiled at me again. Another surge of excitement hit me and, emboldened, I unthinkingly pressed my luck, "You know, I only got to see the bottom half."

"What?"

"I mean, I only got to see your bottom half. And even still, you were hotter than anything I've seen on the internet."

My mom blushed and smiled again. "Are you fishing for the whole thing right now, young man?"

I knew I was caught, but considering I had already reached my threshold of embarrassment for the night, it didn't really make me uncomfortable this time. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself," and I flashed her my grin.

My mom, however, did the unexpected, "Alright, but you only get one look. This is just so you can take care of yourself later," she glanced at my raging erection.

I couldn't believe my ears. Was she really going to let me see? I didn't say a word because I didn't want to shatter the wonderful illusion.

"Well get over here. I don't want water to get on the floor." I walked over to the shower. My mom opened the door a bit more and stood up and for the first time, I got to see all of her.

She was stunning. Her nipples were quarter-sized and pink and stared me straight in the face. Her breasts were still firm, like a twenty year olds. She had the slightest of abs, round hips, and those toned legs. I almost started touching myself right then and there.

"Wow, Mom, you look amazing," was all I could stammer out. She seemed to be enjoying the lavish attention my eyes reaped on her. 

"Do you want to feel one?" She bit her lip immediately after saying it, as if she regretted it, but she never took it back.

I didn't ask for permission; I didn't want her to change her mind. In one movement, I crossed the threshold of the shower and reached over to touch my mom's breast. I just felt it in my hand, as if I was a middle schooler feeling a girl's breast for the first time. 

My mom took it further. With a disapproving look, she scolded, "Look, if you're going to be in the shower, you better take off your clothes!"

I snapped out of my daze to strip. Basketball shorts, t-shirt, boxers were soon crumpled on the floor next to the shower. My hard-on was nearly touching my mom's leg.

My mom turned around, so her back faced me. "Here, help me scrub up a little. Get my back."

She seemed a little flushed. I grabbed the soap and slowly started scrubbing the middle of her back. I was amazed as to what was happening to me. Did this feel wrong, standing naked in the shower with my naked mother? For some reason, it didn't. It only felt exciting.

And honestly, my mom had pushed most of this. She had called me into the bathroom, then into the tub, and then out of my clothes. In fact, she had been watching a mother/son movie last night. Was she as turned on as I was?

I scrubbed further down, making small circles, slowly inching to her unblemished butt. God, my mom's skin was perfect. Not a mark on it. She kept herself glowing all the time. My hands brushed the top of her ass. She shuddered just a bit, but said nothing. I made my move, cupping her butt as I rubbed the body wash all over. I took my time exploring, feeling her firm yet tender cheeks. I allowed one or two fingers to slip between, as I got a feel of her ass crack. Again, a small shudder, but no words. 

I made my way to the legs. I knelt down to get a better vantage point to scrub. As an added benefit, my mom's pussy was now about six inches from my nose. Even through the water and the scented soap, I could smell my mother's scent. She was excited. 

I brushed my fingers across the top of her sweet pussy, ever so lightly. I could feel her legs quake. Reluctantly, I began to move down from the top of her legs, eventually making my way to scrub her feet. I couldn't bring myself to make the next move. 

As I finished her backside, she turned to face me. I was still on my knees. I was face-to-face with mom's pussy. I froze. Mom's hand moved to the back of my head, and I gave in without resisting. I buried my face in my mom's pussy.

I kissed her lips before plunging my tongue between her folds. I lapped her up slowly at first, increasing my rate ever so slightly. When I had built up a head of steam, Mom started moaning. I don't think she had gotten attention like this for a very long time. I paused to take my mom's swollen clit between my lips and suck. She made an audible gasp. 

As I went back to work on her pussy, I felt company join me. Two of her fingers slid in beside my mouth and started pumping, just enough. With my hands on her knees, I felt her buckle. Her orgasm was building. The moaning was constant as I filled my mouth with the taste of her smooth skin. The water washed away the salt that I usually tasted. It was wonderful.

I made a sudden move, back to her clit and that was enough. The change brought out a tiny scream and she suddenly grabbed the back of my head, mushing my head into her sweet pussy as she bucked and shuddered. 

After a few moments, she grew still. I could hear nothing but her heavy breathing the steady stream of the water. Her hand was still on the back of my head. Finally, it moved. She slowly raised me to my feet, so that I could stare directly into my mother's eyes. There we were, both naked, both excited, the scent of sex mingled with the scent of her body wash.

She drew me in and kissed me hard, not at all the type of kiss a mother would give to her son. I felt her tongue probing, almost too strongly, like she was an animal trying to satisfy a need. Then again, I thought, after 18 solid years of being single, she probably was.

After what felt like a beautiful hour of feeling my mother's mouth glued to mine, we separated. She gave me one more meaningful look before slowly kneeling down. I could feel her breath on my still-erect cock, even as the water beat down upon my rod. 




The Cleansing Aroma



I couldn't believe what was happening. My mother slowly, with her eyes on my face, put her mouth around the tip of my penis. It was beautifully warm and ever so soft. I felt her tongue just flick the tip of my head. I put my hand on the shower rod to steady myself. It was too hot to see my mom between my legs, with my dick in her mouth.

Then, she started to go down on me. Slowly, she took me in more and more, until I could feel the back of her throat on my head. She took me out and smiled. I heard a little giggle escape her, like she was a schoolgirl. I could not believe this was happening.

It was the best blowjob of my life. I was in heaven. I didn't know if I loved it because she was an expert, or if I loved it because it was so taboo, but I loved it. Just feeling my mom on my cock was amazing. She let me explore every inch of her perfect mouth.

As she sped up, it heated up. I could hear her gag a bit as she tried to breathe in between the meat in her mouth and the steam in the air. Every once and a while she me out, just to rub my dick over her face as she sucked my balls. It was so sexy. Even in the water, I could sometimes see the little strands of saliva trailing from my rod to her lips. I was so close to cumming.

But I didn't. Something was gnawing at me; I needed more. So I pulled out, and pulled her up to me. I kissed her right on the mouth, even as images of her between my legs flashed through my mind. I needed her.

I hoisted her up, and pressed her right against the shower wall. The water beat in between us as I positioned my cocked over her pussy. I could see now that my mom had a butterfly tattoo right above her sweet folds. I wondered briefly how long that had been there.

But then I entered my mother her. A soft moan escaped her lips as I pushed gently in. I felt her warmth as I eased into her. I wouldn't want to hurt her, though I knew that I probably wasn't in danger of doing that. Still, I think this was the first time for her with a real man since I was born. 

I began to speed up. I could her a soft slap-slap of water between us as I moved in and out of my mother's womb. She was now breathing, "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah" with every movement I made. I kissed her again. The feeling was amazing as I watched my mom's tits bounce up and down, slicked with water, soap and sweat. I had one hand curled around mom's ass cheek, with my fingers poking into her crack. I was now slamming into her, a wild lust in me.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, c'mon baby, c'mon fuck your mommy," was all I could hear her say. It turned me on to hear my mom talk so dirty.

As I felt a familiar feeling growing inside of me, a thought penetrated my lust-driven brain, "Should I real cum in my mom's pussy?" Apparently, Mom had the same thought, as she grabbed my face and said, "C'mon, I want to taste your cum. Please cum in Mommy's mouth?"

I grinned. I couldn't deny her when she asked me like that. Besides, I wasn't ready for an unplanned pregnancy with my mom. Not yet anyway.

I lowered her down to the shower floor, where, with a smile on her face, my mom opened her mouth expectantly. We were in the part of the shower where the water couldn't hit her. I furiously started pumping on my cock while she said, "Yeah, that's it, like a good boy, stroke that cock for mommy, mommy wants your sweet cum all over her face and tits. I want to taste that cum, c'mon darling, yeah." She said it in a nearly constant stream that drove me over the edge.

I couldn't hold out any more and I let my seed spill, all over my mom's face. I wasn't a very good shot; I nearly hit her in the eye at first, before getting some in her teeth, and then the final shot fell short onto her tits. 

As she wiped my cum from her eyes, she looked up at me, with a very sexy look on her face. She sucked the cum off of each and every one of her fingers, before standing up and giving me one, tight hug. As the red lust faded from my mind, I couldn't help but wonder how I got here, in the shower, clutching my mother, feeling the soft warmth of her breasts against my chest as we stood under the shower stream. 

We stood there a long time, washing off the sweat and the cum. After a while, I got out and went to go get dressed in my room. I threw myself down onto the bed, unable to comprehend what had really just happened between me and my mom.

As I laid there, I heard the door creak open and I looked to see Mom standing framed in the doorway, still naked. Before I could move, she crossed my room and mounted me, so I got a brilliant view of her pussy, the butterfly, and her wonderful tits. "Are you ready for round two, stud?" She asked.

"Yeah, I think I could have another go," I said grinning as I felt my erection start to grow once again.

"Well, get ready, cuz I think this is going to be a regular occurrence in this house from now on." I couldn't have agreed more.

As my mom bent down to kiss me, I stopped her, and looked her square in the eyes. God, she was beautiful. "I love you, Mom. I hope you know that."

"I know. If I didn't, we wouldn't be doing this." And with that, I kissed my mom, ready for some more action.