Disclaimer - Maria Frank is my own creation. Everyone else belongs to Law and Order: SVU. As stated in the first chapter, there is very dark material with sexual sadism.

Day one - evening:

Laying unconscious on a larger mattress, John sighed in his drug-induced sleep when he felt light slapping on his face. "Hm," he wanted to raise a hand to wave it away and realized his second hand followed with his first. He pried his eyes open and saw Maria staring down at him, her face going from concerned to relieved. "Mar?"

"You're awake," she sighed, forcing a small smile. "You've been out for hours, even after they moved us."

Sitting up slowly, he noticed his hands were handcuffed in front - just like Maria's. They were still undressed of their shirts, socks and shoes, but he saw a small blanket draped over Frank's bare shoulders. "Where are we?"

She shook her head, raising her hands to brush dirt from his brow. "I don't know, but where ever we are, we're locked in some sort of chain-link room with wooden planks covering it from the outside." She handed him a similar small blanket and tried her best to cover his shoulders to keep him warm. "It's freezing in here, too."

"Have they been around?" He asked softly, his eyes darting around the semi dark room. He noticed on the other side of the room was another mattress, chains looped around the chain-link inner wall with cuffs on the end. He swallowed heavily and glanced behind himself, seeing the same thing. Oh, my God.

"Not yet," she answered, her face expressing what she hated showing the most - fear. "I could hear Purcell talking while I was coming to and...it didn't sound good."

Munch frowned as he started thinking. Standing, he walked around the room, checking the ceiling, concrete ground and fencing wall. He was trying to find any sign of a weak spot. The more he looked and checked the links, the more worried he was becoming. Fraser Purcell wasn't a run-of-the-mill sadist, he was a huge sexual sadist who rarely allowed his victims to survive. Thanks to a young teenager who was survived, John and Maria had spent months collecting evidence, talking to Fraser and witnesses, finding the bodies of his victims before finally getting the warrant to arrest him. What they hadn't expected was four goons they hadn't talked to or seen before. "Mar, you remember what that victim told us when he walked in?"

"He followed Purcell's orders and demands to survive, no matter what." Her voice was small as she answered. "You saying we should?"

He sighed and fell down to sit beside Maria on the mattress. "As much as this disgusts me, I think...we should." His dark eyes glanced over at Frank's pale face and closed his eyes, his mind trying to figure something out. "I know what happened earlier wasn't the worse this guy can do. What did you hear him saying?"

Maria shook her head, muttering, "They're going to do awful things to us, John. Sexual things." She closed her eyes tightly and let out a strangled cry, burying her face into her arms.

Before John could attempt to comfort her, the dull sound of a lock being dropped to the ground caused him to freeze and Maria raised her head. The wooden door was opened, showing Purcell and his four buddies, a curious expression on his face. "Getting comfortable?"

"Let us go," John bit out, trying his best to protectively stand in front of Maria, the cuffs around his wrists rattling as he tugged to try and free at least one hand.

"Well, that's no fun." Fraser unlocked the chain-link door and the five men entered, a bag over Purcell's shoulder. "Make any threatening advances to us and you will get a beating, got it? Sergeant?" Munch frowned and lowered his hands, still not moving away from Frank's side. "No, no. You move over to that mattress and it down," he ordered, pointing to the one on the other side. John didn't budge. "Get him moving."

Drew and Stewart walked over and grabbed John by his arms, pulling him over to the other mattress, forcing him down onto the furniture. "You know what to do." Purcell stated with a sign, dropping the bag next to Maria as the other two took a hold of her and forced her down, restraining her hands above her head. Munch had the same done to him, his eyes locked on Frank's fearful face as Adam reached a hand down and removed her now dirt-stained work slacks, leaving her on only her dark panties. "Pretty," Fraser whispered, eyeing her flushed face, rising and falling bare chest and now exposed panties. "I can see why you two were together. After the oral we saw earlier today, I can only guess she's just as good with regular sex, right?"

Munch growled, not giving him the satisfaction of an answer. Not receiving one, Purcell walked over to where John was restrained and placed one booted foot on his chest. "Not going to answer?" The older man gasped as he started applying pressure, moving his free legs to give their captive a swift kick in the gut. John received a swift punch to the temple in return, leaving him slightly lightheaded. "Now that wasn't nice."

"Fuck you," he panted, trying to ignore the throbbing headache that was beginning to form. "I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of answering your sick questions." John didn't even remove his angry gaze from Fraser's rather calm expression as his work slacks were removed as well. "And neither will she," he finished, noticing Maria shifting uncomfortably from behind Purcell.

Raising a brow, the weathered face gave a sly smile and he turned, moving to sit next to Maria. She released a soft whine when he dragged his fingers down her chest, stopping just above her pantie line. "We'll see," he whispered, leaning a head down to lick the scar on her neck slowly.

Seeing red, Munch started yelling and threatening Fraser Purcell, the sight of the disgusting man touching and licking Maria driving him over the edge. Fraser got up and swiftly smacked John across the face, leaving him with a cut lip and bruised cheek. "Give me the duct tape from the bag." He held his hand out until the gray roll of heavy duty tape was placed in his hand. "I've had enough of you, screaming and yelling." He pulled and ripped off a good length, placing it over the Sergeant's mouth, his head restrained by Adam. "You are going to be silent until we want to hear you."

Heading back over to where Maria laid, he laid himself down beside her and went back to caressing her, smirking when she turned her head away from his face, her eyes resting on John's angry ones. "Oh, shy? There's no reason to be," he whispered, sitting up enough to pull a pair of scissors from the duffle bag, lowering them down toward below Maria's navel. Watching where he was going, Frank let out a frantic cry and tried to kick the scissors away.

Frowning at her behavior, Purcell motioned for Henry to hold her legs still. "Kicking isn't accepted," he hissed, opening the scissors to slide the sharp edges along her stomach and thighs. Faint traces of blood started to appear and Frank gasped at the sudden pain as he continued to slide the blades along her skin. "Going to start again?" She shook her head and he whispered, "Good girl," as he started scissoring her panties away, riding her off what remained of her clothes. "Very nice. Very nice indeed." He sat up and admired Maria's pubic area, ignoring her protesting sounds and her attempting to free her ankles from Henry's hold. "Now why be shy of this?" He asked, not expecting an answer, but he did enjoy watching her squirm and her flushed face.

Reaching into his bag, he pulled out a clear bottle and a few other toys, hearing Frank's terrified whispers of "No. Please, no." Henry took a hold of one ankle while Adam took the other, both men forced her legs apart. "No!" She yelled, tears starting to stream down the side of face, pooling into the ridges of her ears. Munch started struggling again as he watched in horror of what was going to happen. Years before, he was the lead detective in Maria's rape case and now he was going to witness her being raped again. The duct tape over his mouth muffled everything and he knew there was nothing he could do.

*M*M*M*M*M*M*

Zev frantically pawed at the door of the backseat of Cragen's car, his senses telling him the scent of his owners was in the air as they neared the property of Fraser Purcell. "Okay, let's go," Don said into the radio, his hands wrapped around the Bloodhound's leash several times. The second the door was open, Zev's nose was too the ground, frantically sniffing around until he caught a trail and started heading up the sidewalk, Cragen and the team holding their Glocks ready as they neared the front door.

Kicking in the front door, Fin announced themselves as Zev started barking, tossing his massive head back to let them know they were on the right trail. Each room was thoroughly checked first before Don allowed the hound to come into the house, not wanting to risk the life of the loyal dog, frantic to find his owners. "Anything?" He asked.

"Nothing up stairs or on this floor," Liv answered back, coming down the stairs. Disappointment was clear on her face as she shook her head. "Basement?"

Amaro glanced down at the dog, noticing he was distracted by something. "Hold up. Zev's got something here." They watched as the hound sniffed and inhaled around the front door. "Something must have happened here."

"We'll have CSU check it out," Don remarked, watching as the Bloodhound started heading in a different direction. "Get them down here and we'll see where Zev leads us."

Heading down the hallway, they followed the leashed hound as he headed toward a door and Fin slowly opened it. "The basement." Slowly heading down, the two rooms were scanned thoroughly only to discover what remained of clothes and a weather-worn mattress. "Fuck," Tutuola muttered. "They were here."

Pulling his leash free from Don's hand, Zev buried his black nose into the clothes and started pawing at them, his frantic whining turning into a single sad whine. He laid down next to the pile of clothes and rested his large head on them, heavily sighing in disappointment. "Sorry, Zev," Rollins sadly whispered, reaching a hand down to scratch behind his head.

*M*M*M*M*M*M*

Fraser gently shushed Frank as he settled down between her legs, his calm expression not changing. "I'm not going to have sex with you yet, detective. I'm going to prepare you first," he explained calmly, as if he was speaking to a child. Popping the clear bottle's lid, he squirted a small amount of of the clear lube onto his fingers, continuing to ignore her protests and the clattering of her chains as she struggled to free her wrists. Closing the lid and bracing one hand by her waist, Purcell leaned over to watch and observe her reactions as his slick fingers started touching her.

Maria's eyes snapped shut and she let out a pitiful whine, trying to fight the urge to arch her back at the pleasurable sensations their captor was giving her. His fingers gently rubbed along her nub at first before two fingers slipped into her, his thumb continuing to caress her. "Like this?" He whispered, a grin on his face as he continued to molest her. Eyes glancing over toward John, he smirked at the sight of John bowing his head and his shoulders starting to shake, silent tears leaving wet trails down his face. "C'mon, detective. Give me a sign you like this."

Breathing heavily as Fraser continued to work her over, Frank barely held back a gasp and their captor grinned. Pulling his hand back, he glanced down at the slickness upon his fingers and used his other - dry - hand to make sure. "Well, look at that." He laughed loudly, causing Munch to jump and raise his head. "Give me the first one," he requested, holding his hand out for an item. Henry placed a phallus-shaped in his out-stretched hand and both captives went still in fear.

"Please, no," Maria whispered, going silent when Purcell softly touched her to silence her words. Her body was reacting to being stimulated while her mind continued to fight against it. She turned her head toward John, noticing his eyes were red from crying. "Please, not in front of him," she quietly asked, hearing Fraser hum at her request. "Don't do this in front of him. I don't want him to see this."

Chuckling, Purcell leaned over her and dipped his head, enclosing his mouth over her breast. Taken completely by surprise, Maria arched her back and cried out, her hips bucking up as he slipped the phallus toy into her. "Your face is saying no, but your body is saying something completely different," he whispered, flicking his tongue out to playfully lick her teased nipple. "And he's staying right there, detective. I mean, take a good look at him." He forced her to look directed at John. "Take a real good look. His body isn't objecting either," Purcell explained, pointing out the growing erection gradually forming in Munch's boxer briefs. "That's something he can't hide very easily, either."

Clenching his eyes shut, John bowed his head again and wished he could cover his ears to block out the sounds Purcell was causing Maria to make. Maria only made those sounds to him when they were intimate and he couldn't fight the urge to hold himself back. He shifted his legs a little to keep himself from their view, but the two men holding him back from pulling free only laughed. "If that's the worse thing that embarrasses you, you're in for a lot of trouble," Drew muttered, one hand slipping down to roughly caress John through the fabric, causing the older man to let out a painful whine and jerk away from the hand.

"Be nice, boys," Fraser sternly warned as he sat up, reaching for his belt and zipper. "We want to be gentle with him," he explained simply, leaning over Frank's trembling body as the two holding her legs apart started caressing the grooves of her ankles, as if to relax her. "At least for now, we want to be gentle with him." With one hard thrust, Fraser was deep within Maria and she cried out, tossing her head back as the tears started falling again. "Damn, she's tight," he hissed through his teeth, turning his neck to smirk at Munch's angry-red face. "Another reason you two were together? Hm?"

John was frozen at the sight before him, his body trembling in anger and fear. Silent tears streamed down his face as he was forced to watch his partner and lover being horrifically raped before him. His eyes stared at Maria's face and his felt sick to his stomach at the dead expression in her eyes, her face going blank as Fraser thrust roughly into her over and over again. Munch could see she was giving up and the two holding her legs apart released them, smirking at each other. Purcell let out a grunt as he quickly climaxed into her depths, not pulling out until he was completely satisfied. "You are lovely," he whispered, turning Frank's head toward him and deeply kissed her, ignoring the muffled sobs coming from the other side of the room. "Just lovely." He caressed her face lightly with the back of his fingers and tilted his head to one side, a content smile on his weathered face. "I think she'll easy to work with now."

Henry glanced down at Maria and snorted. "She's bleeding, Fraser. Guess she's not used to your size."

Raising a brow, Purcell glanced down and tsked. "Well, let's see the Sergeant's size then," he mentioned, watching as Henry and Adam walked toward the terrified older man. "Let's take a peek, shall we?"

His objections were muffled as Drew and Stewart restrained him against the wall and his boxer briefs were pulled down by Adam. "He's a good size, man." Fraser let out a whistle at the sight of John's aroused member, his body reacting normally to the sight that had happened before him. "And he's big and hard, too."

"Behave, Adam," Purcell warned, kneeling down before the Sergeant, a hand reaching out to touch Munch's embarrassing arousal. "You're a good eight inches in length and," he looked the pulsing erection over. "About two and a half in diameter." He laughed to himself, watching John's reaction as he touched him. "No wonder she's bleeding. She'll be used to my diameter soon, along with the rest of us."

Munch lunged forward, attempting to kick and strike Fraser. A punch to his jaw caused him to go still and he groaned from the pain. "Now that wasn't nice, Sergeant. That's no way to behave and for that, I'll treat your partner to a little something." He turned and headed back over, pulling the taser from his bag. "If you hadn't had tried to attack me, I wouldn't have to do this." He sparked it up and tasered Maria's moist genital area, causing her to arched her back in pain and her mouth opened in a silent scream until he removed it. "Like that, detective?"

Maria panted and shuddered as her body continued to feel the after effect of the shocks. "Two nice red marks you have here now," he chuckled, cleaning the taser off before putting it back into the bag. "For now, the fun's done. Thank you for a great time and for you to show me what I'm competing with," he smiled at Munch. "You two will be released with only the handcuffs on and you will not make a move until we're out of the room or she will receive more than a simple zap."

Keeping still, John allowed them to remove the duct tape from his mouth and handcuff his hands in front of him. The same was done with Maria's still body and he didn't move from the mattress until the door was shut. Pulling his boxer briefs back up, John quickly moved to Maria's side and covered her with the two flimsy blankets to keep her warm. "Mar? It's me, sweetheart," he whispered, forcing himself to keep his composure.

Slowly, Maria's blank eyes shifted to look at him and she reached her cuffed hands up to touch his face, feeling the beginning of a beard. "John."

"I'm so sorry." His voice cracked as he touched her face in return. "I'm so, so sorry."

Frank leaned her head into his touch and winced when she moved her legs. "Fuck," she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut, not noticing when Munch moved to check her. She heard him cursing under his breath and didn't need to know why. "Am I still bleeding?"

John reached for his slacks, tore them into small pieces and reached down to wipe the blood away. "No, you're not, but...from the taser," he stopped, not able to bring himself to say it. Two dark red dots were burned into the tender skin of her pelvic region. He couldn't say anything and closed his eyes, wishing this was all just a bad dream. "How do you want your legs to be?" He changed the subject, hoping he could make it less painful if he moved her legs to a more comfortable position.

"I just want them closed," she answered simply, her eyes staring at the metal ceiling above them, her body still in shock. She winced and gasped softly when he moved them closed, leaving them slightly bent in one direction to keep her comfortable. "Thank you," she softly said.

Munch moved back up to be by her side, resting his head right up to her's. "We can survive this," he whispered, a warm finger caressing her cold jawline. "We just have to...do what they say, I guess."

Frank didn't react this time to his touches as she continued to stare at the ceiling. The pain she was feeling was pure agony, but she didn't make a sound each time her leg muscles pulsed slightly from being held so far apart. "I'm trying," she finally stated, turning her head slightly until their foreheads touched. "I'm just too tired right now."

"Sleep," he firmly told her gently. "I'll stay awake in case they come back."

Maria gave him a forced small smile and went still, her breathing gradually coming out evenly and deep. Munch glued his eyes to the door, protectively holding her cold hand, holding his anger at bay until he would finally get the chance to strike back.

To be continued...