The Wicked End

Claire paced the basement in an attempt to shift the cramp in her knees and the increasing claustrophobia that had been drawing in. It had become impossible to discern one day from another, only turning the light down when exhaustion crept in had signalled that it was potentially night outside. She still hated that there was no natural light, the curtained off area that served as a makeshift bathroom was the only privacy and that was literally a bucket.
Not that she had been physically harmed, Zacky was the one that usually brought down meals and checked up on her. He was pleasant enough although she noticed that he liked to corner her, the rough kiss of the first day hadn’t been repeated but the groping had. A subtle reminder of just who had the power here that Claire knew she could use to her advantage. She had never been one to just sit back and accept her fate and wasn’t about to start now.
Angel had not been down to see her again and although she had heard Matt and Johnny mentioned they hadn’t been seen. The only other person to bring her food the odd time was Brian and she was far more wary of him than Zacky. He was usually in a dark suit and any other time she would have admired the physical beauty of the man if not the arrogant expression. He too seemed intent on cornering her and making Claire feel as uncomfortable as possible. She hadn’t given either of them the satisfaction of making it easy on them and they had been seemingly careful about not marking her skin.
This would be her third escape attempt. the first had taken them by surprise almost, realising that she was not just a normal trophy wife but Claire had not counted on them all being in the middle of a meeting. Walking right past the door had given them all a little amusement.
The second time all was quiet and as the grunt sent in Zacky’s place had unlocked the door to bring her some dinner she punched him in the face and pushed him to the side taking off at a run towards the front door but it was locked and an amused Zack escorted her back. He had clearly been unsurprised that time, the unfortunate prick with the broken nose had been less amused and the door had since been triple locked.
This was her time, third time lucky right, but as she cautiously made her way towards the door she found it blocked by a tall dark shadow. How long he had been there she had no idea and for a moment she was unsure of which of her captors it might be, there was something obscuring his features. For a moment she could do nothing but stare and tried to decide whether to try and talk her way out of the situation.
He shook off his hood and stood smirking at her.
“Well now…..”
She began to back up as Zack advanced on her.
Claire was about to turn and make a run for it when she pivoted wrong and her ankle twisted in pain. With a yell she toppled to the side, frantically trying to grab for a handhold on the rough concrete wall.
The man lunged for her and got a hold of her top. The buttons popped as it tore off of her.
Claire landed on her knees with the first sound out of her mouth. She attempted to crawl away, but Zack grabbed for her again and brought her down onto her stomach in the filth of the floor.
”Now, Pretty, where do you think you are going?”
“Fuck you asshole !”
Claire scrambled up and made it to the wall on the other side of the room, shaking but still trying to get an angle on the door that lead up to the cellar stairs. She turned around to see her attacker, but only the glint of silver from his snakebites were visible in the dim light. The hint of threat that had there since the night they picked her up was now a screaming alarm bell and for an insane moment she hoped Angel might show and call him off.
Zack leered at Claire and slammed both his hands on either side of her head. Claire winced at the sound of the leather scrapping on the wall near her ear.
Zack leaned into her ear and whispered with a sinister voice.
”Mmmm, Pretty, we are going to have a shiny time you and I.”
He licked up the side of Claire’s neck and she cried out. Quickly one hand was around her throat, pinning her to the wall, while the other was loosening his tie.
She felt the noose drag over her head, down and over her mouth. Zack hummed while he rolled the tie up and held it in front of Claire's mouth.
”Open for me, Pretty.”
Claire shook her head and clamped her mouth tight. Zack chuckled and placed his mouth back near Claire’s ear. He bit down on her earlobe and when Claire cried out he shoved the rolled cloth into her mouth and tightened the noose so that it was trapped there.
He then produced a rope and although Claire tried to struggle he managed to get her hands bound behind her back. Zack ripped open Claire’s shirt causing buttons to fly everywhere. One of them rolled to a stop a good distance from them and Claire concentrated her focus there instead of on the man who was clearly about to hurt her.
She felt her face grabbed by one of the fingerless gloves and pushed back to face her attacker.
Zack pulled the tie down and smashed his mouth against Claire’s. He sucked and bit on her bottom lip until Claire parted hers and he invaded it with his tongue.
Claire scrambled for ground with her heels, but she was still pinned by the man’s other gloved hand.
”Now now, Doll, it’s not wise to try and get away from me. I would hate to waste a Pretty like you, besides we have not even begun to play.”
”P-P-P-Play?”
”Oh, yes, Pretty, and as long as you listen to me, everything will be candy floss. But if you disobey me and make any noises, well, you will be in a world of hurt. Do you understand me?”
Claire nodded, but tears were streaming down her face.
Zack started to undo Claire’s belt and zipper. She continued to whimper quietly as her trousers were pulled down along with her panties.
She was now left exposed sitting on the dirty ground of the cellar as Zack appraised her visually and verbally.
”So beautiful, just like I knew you would be. I have been waiting to get my hands on you for a while now, Pretty."
For the first time since she was bought here Claire was scared, but tried not to show it.
"You won’t lay a finger on me again if you know what’s good for you!"
Claire could say nothing else as the palm of the leather glove connected with her cheek. Just as quickly the other back of the hand came and hit her other cheek.
Claire was forced to the ground with a yelp and her face pushed into the concrete. She groaned in pain, but it did not stop her from hearing the telltale sound of the metal teeth of the zipper on Zack’s jeans as they parted sides.
”*tsk tsk* Oh, Pretty, I am afraid that this will not be candy floss for you after all.”
Zack shoved the tie back into Claire’s mouth and pulled her onto her knees. He gripped a fist full of her hair as he lined himself up with Claire’s pussy.
With no warning Zack pushed himself into Claire eliciting a cry that vibrated through her whole body.
Claire cried out through the saliva soaked cloth as Zack rammed into her with no regard. She could feel the wetness trickling out her and dripping down her inner thighs.
She listened to Zack grunt and moan as he continued to spill filth from his lips.
"Fuck yeah, Doll, so good, so tight like I knew you would be.”
Claire continued to cry as she was violated. At one point Zack pulled out and turned her over on her side. He yanked Claire’s leg up over his shoulder and pushed back in. He gripped her thigh and used it as a lever to pull Claire’s body towards him.
Claire could feel him going in deeper than before and that made it even more painful. With his thumb he started to rub hard at her spot, which made her scream.
Zacky smirked and did it again.
Claire started to buck against him and although she was trying her best not to, she could feel herself getting wetter.
”That’s it, Pretty, knew you would come around. Come on, that’s it, you gonna cum for me?”
Claire shook her head, but she knew that her body was going to betray her as the warmth entered her stomach. Zack continued to rub almost mercilessly and Claire let out fresh tears as she arched her back and came.
The constricting of her body sent Zack over the edge and he threw his own head back and came deep inside her. He rode out his orgasm shuddering and gripping Claire’s thigh digging his nails into the soft flesh. When he was spent he pulled out and stood up.
Zack looked at his gloved hand covered in Claire's cum. He licked it like a cat licking cream. He smiled down at the disheveled figure on the ground.
"Mmm, Doll, tastes just like you, sweet with a bitter bite to it."
He chuckled at his own comment as he tucked himself back in to his jeans and zipped them up. He walked around to the front of Claire and squatted down in front of her. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and, removing the tie, pulled her into another kiss.
Claire gave no resistance this time. Zack pulled back from her and smiled. He dropped her head back down and reached around and untied her hands.
Claire pulled her hands to the front of her chest and rubbed where the rope had bit into her wrists. Zack stood back up and began walking away. Claire pushed herself onto her knees and looked up at the man leaving, making a note in her mind that he was going to pay for this and that she would ask Frank to let her kill him herself. Zack turned around and looked at Claire.
”Well, Doll it was fun, but I have to go. Remember you can keep trying running Pretty, but I will always catch you. Till next time, bye Claire.”
Zack wiggled his fingers at her and then turned and sauntered out of the cellar, his heavy boots echoing as he left.

Notes

WARNING : This chapter is harsh and deals with rape - don't worry, he's gonna pay......