If you've been reading this story from the beginning (and i hope that you have didn't jump in at chapter 36) then given the last chapter you should already know this and I shouldn't have to put in these warnings but I'm doing it anyway so people don't freak out.

WARNING:

This is an intense chapter with a trigger warning!

If you are easily offended or scared do not read

Ch. 36 Capricious Captive

(CLARE)

Slowly she was drawn back to consciousness, her eyes blinking open and struggling to focus on her surroundings. Her mind was hazy, like waking up from a deep dream and she took a minute to remember where she was. Before she was able to focus her eyes she heard a voice and it all rushed back to her, where she was, who she was with and all the fear that came with this realization.

"Welcome back Precious, you should come and eat." Reese said to her. His voice was silky, lulling almost caring. It was one of those times she could almost pretend he cared about her the way Eli did. "You're going to need your strength." He added, his voice slipping into sleaze and lust and he no longer sounded remotely like Eli.

Her eyes finally focused on the door and she saw that there was no lock. She realized she could run; not just now she was too weak and they'd both run after her and at this moment would definitely catch her. At some point one of them would have to use the washroom though and then she would run for her life, run back to Eli, Adam, her family and friends.

"Come on Baby Doll you need to eat, Fitz made sandwiches." Reese said and again his voice was soothing.

She wasn't really hungry but if she planned on running for her life through the woods she'd need energy. She sat up slowly and rose from the bed, walked over to the table, going to sit in one of the empty chairs but Reese pulled her to his lap. He pushed a plate in front of her with a sandwich on it and she began eating, taking small bites. The feeling of being on Reese's lap was making her stomach churn and when his lips came down on her neck she froze.

"It's hard to eat when you're kissing my neck." She said quietly, trying to keep a firm tone but not succeeding. Reese only made his kisses harder and sucked her earlobe. She dropped her sandwich and tried to get up but he held her firmly in place. "I…I need a drink." She choked out timidly, her body beginning to shake just a bit, from disgust or fear however she wasn't entirely sure.

Reese slid his open can of soda in front of her and continued kissing her neck. She'd been looking down at her food the whole time but now chanced a look at Fitz; he was no help of course. He was looking at her lustfully, watching the whole scene with interest and a carnal smile. She looked down at her sandwich again, her mind was still foggy, not entirely thinking clearly but she was able to actually hold a thought in her head now. She thought she'd try and use logic, Reese was a creep but he was smart and at least could be reasoned with.

"Reese if I don't eat I won't be able to do anything, with either of you. You said I'd need my strength right?" She felt a little sick saying the words but she had managed to maintain a steady tone.

Reese picked his head up from her neck. "You're right." He sighed.

She tried to get up once more and this time he let her, she moved to the empty seat between them and resumed eating slowly. She ate slowly both because she wasn't hungry and because she wanted to take as much time as possible eating and therefor avoiding other things. They finished eating and Fitz started cleaning up while Reese went into the washroom, now was her chance if she was going to run she had to do it now!

Fitz turned his back, she got up from the table and took her plate to the sink handing it to Fitz. He turned to take it and she kicked him in the nuts as hard as she could. He whimpered and crumpled to the floor, clutching his crotch. Clare turned and bolted for the door, throwing it open and bursting in to the warm late autumn afternoon. All she saw was woods and brush there was no trail but she didn't care she just took off running. Running through the woods in ballet flats was cumbersome and she almost tripped more than once but managed to find her footing before she did. She was breathing hard, crying hard, running hard, she was making a lot of noise and so didn't hear the person running behind her!

A hand crushed down on her arm with vice like pressure, pulling her back, she was whirled around and bashed into a tree. Her back hit with horrendous force sending a wave of pain and nausea through her as her already bruised back collided with the hard rough tree trunk. The impact knocked the breath from her body and she trembled with an overwhelming dizzy sensation. Her vision was dark and clouded from the impact and the dizziness and she couldn't see which one had caught her.

"Where did you think you were going to run Baby Doll?" Reese barked at her. "We're in the middle of the woods, miles from civilization. There is no trail from here and you were unconscious when we entered the forest so you have no idea what direction to go in. You would be lost in the woods for days, without water or food and lots of hungry animals!"

Feeling overwhelmingly ill, she pushed at Reese weakly, he backed up a couple of steps and she sank to the forest floor. She turned away from him going down on her hands, up came her lunch and out came her tears. She wiped her mouth and rocked to sitting on her butt, Reese took her hand and helped her to stand and then picked her up when her legs wobbled. She didn't have it in her to fight and put her arm around his neck for support.

"You'll have to be punished for trying to run of course but really Baby Doll if you would just obey things would go so much better for you. After you take your punishment for your incidents of disobedience as long as you obey like a good girl I promise to go easy on you." Reese told her in a calm even voice as he carried her back into the cabin.

He set her down as soon as they were inside and shut the door again, but kept an arm around her.

"Stupid bitch that fucking hurt!" Fitz growled at her.

She was already on edge and feeling ill and Fitz's loud angry voice made her jump, she couldn't see him through her tears but was sure he looked livid. Reese tightened his hold on her a little more as her legs faltered.

"Relax Fitzy she can suck it better in a little while." Reese said, Fitz chuckled a little and Clare felt even more ill. "Why don't you take a bath Precious, clean up a bit." Reese offered his tone taking on the soothing lull once more.

Clare nodded and took a couple of steps but she was a wreck, her body shaking, her vision blurred by tears, her whole body felt sick and in pain, her back throbbing. Reese put his arm around her again and guided her to the washroom; he set her down on the closed toilet seat and started the water. She swallowed hard, taking a deep quivering breath in an effort to slow her tears enough to be able to undress and get in the bath. She heard Reese walk out of the washroom and she pulled off her shirt and bra, she stood using the wall for support to finish undressing, slipping off her shoes she left her clothes in a pile on the floor and stepped into the bath. The warm water splashed and sloshed around her gently, she pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs and laying her head on her knees. She looked up again when she heard Reese's footsteps coming back in the washroom. He turned off the water and kneeled down next to the tub, handed her an open bottle of water and she drank half of it down, washing away the acidic taste and feel of the vomit. Then he took the water bottle setting it on the sink, reached over taking her chin between his thumb and fingers and brought his lips to hers. She felt gross kissing him, especially so tenderly the way he just had but she didn't resist, she simply didn't have the will to at the moment.

"Looks like we bruised your back real nice, guess we did slam you into a lot of walls and other things recently." Reese commented dryly but with a grotesquely pleased smile. He leaned over and placed a soft kiss on her bruised flesh and she shivered in repulsion at the touch of his lips. He stood up and started to leave the washroom but stopped, turned and picked up her clothes. "You won't be needing these anymore." He smiled licentiously.

"B…but it's autumn what if I'm cold?" She sniveled.

"Don't worry Baby Doll we'll keep you plenty warm." He said in a silky yet malicious voice.

Reese left the washroom with her clothes and Clare put her head back on her knees. She wished she was back in the hotel room with Eli or in the Torres' basement with Eli, Adam, Drew and Owen or at Owen's house with all of them. Really she wished to be just about anywhere else but here with Reese and Fitz. This wasn't like when she had given in and submitted. She still had Eli then and Adam and everyone else, now she wasn't sure she'd ever see any of them again. When she had submitted she'd felt disgusting, ashamed and stressed but at least they had been patient and sort of kind and had been willing to go slow, but not anymore. Now she was a prisoner, their prisoner and her mind began to race with thoughts of what they might to do to her, given the array of implements they had brought she was certain everything they planned would not be pleasant for her. She took immense solace however in the fact that Eli had taken her virginity, that he'd been first to have her in that way, there by depriving them of the honor.

"I love you Eli, I always will." She whispered as her tears came with a new ferocity.

(ELI)

Dave left with a still hysterical Alli after about fifteen minutes, Owen left to take the younger kids home but said he'd return. A minute after they left Bianca, a few football players, Imogen and Fiona came into their room.

"Hey I heard about Clare I'm sorry. I can't believe Reese and Fitz would go this far. They were always…" Bianca's sentence drifted off uncomfortably as she leaned against the wall near the doorway.

"Drew said you were all going to be okay, even Mo." Fiona said trying to sound positive.

"I'm not worried about us I'm worried about Clare! Those fuckers have her! She's out there somewhere alone with them and we're stuck in the fucking hospital until tomorrow!" Eli snapped.

He hadn't meant to take it out on Fiona but he was angry, frustrated and sick with worry at what Clare must be going through right now in the hands of those degenerates.

"We'll help find her Eli and so will the hockey, wrestling and basketball teams." Said one of the football players.

Eli nodded unable to speak as his crying picked up ferocity again. While he hoped that putting together a search party and combing every inch of Toronto would find Clare he had a terrible sinking feeling that he would never see her again.

"You guys have more visitors and we should let you rest." Imogen spoke after several minutes of uncomfortable silence.

He heard them all leave and a minute later came some more footsteps, one set was walking heavy with anger. Eli wiped away his tears to be able to see, Mr. Simpson entered followed by Connor, Wesley, Liam and Jake who was the one walking with angry footsteps.

"Anything?" Adam ventured his voice high and distressed.

"The fucking cops are useless! They wouldn't fucking protect her because they said she didn't have enough to prove stalking and now they're treating us like the criminals. They asked us the same fucking questions over and over and over like I was keeping something from them!" Jake spat angrily sitting down with an incensed huff.

"They don't know anything. No one has seen or heard from Reese or Fitz since the football game Friday night." Connor told them.

"The police will want to talk to all of you boys as well but we'll make sure they go through your parents first." Mr. Simpson told them.

"Our mom went to Clare's house to talk to the cops herself and give them a piece of her mind for not protecting Clare to begin with." Drew said.

"Well that should scare the cops into stepping up their investigation." Mr. Simpson commented and everyone laughed just a bit. Even Eli smiled slightly but his mind was on Clare, on finding her, getting her back and never ever letting her go again.

(OWEN)

After dropping Tris and his friends at Maya's house he came to the Martin-Edwards home to check in and hope that the cops had found something, anything. Having once been rather good friends with Fitz he knew just how cruel and depraved he could be. He didn't know Reese as well but since starting to protect Clare from him Owen had seen and heard enough to know that Reese was a sick manipulative son of a bitch with a terrifying sadistic side. He was going to knock on the door but he could hear Mrs. Torres yelling from outside so he tried the door and finding it unlocked went in.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN THERE WASN'T EVEN ENOUGH EVIDENCE FOR STALKING?! LOOK AT THE STACK OF EVIDENCE MY SONS AND THEIR FRIENDS PUT TOGETHER AND YOUR TELLING ME THAT THIS ISN'T ENOUGH TO PROVE STALKING?!" Mrs. Torres was screaming in the detectives face.

Her face was red with anger, the vein on her forehead popping out and throbbing, she looked scarier than most horror movie monsters at the moment. Even the cops, who had guns and tasers seemed to be afraid of her. Mr. Torres was standing behind her but not saying anything and some man Owen didn't know was on the phone outside, probably so he could hear over Audra's yelling. Owen wasn't quite sure where Mr. and Mrs. Martin were as he didn't see them anywhere downstairs.

"Mrs. Torres I understand you're upset but you'll have to calm down. Stalking laws are tricky especially with adolescents; teenage boys can get carried away without meaning any harm. We can't just…" the detective who was over six feet tall and two hundred pounds was cut off by an even angrier Audra Torres.

"EXCUSE ME NOT MEANING ANY HARM?! ONE OF MY SONS IS IN THE HOSPITAL WITH A CONCUSSION! THREE OF HIS FRIENDS ARE IN THE HOSPITAL WITH HIM AND THESE TEENAGE PSYCHO PATHS HURT THEM TO TAKE CLARE! IF YOU IDIOTS WOULD HAVE DONE YOUR FUCKING JOB IN THE FIRST DAMN PLACE MY SONS BEST FRIEND WOULD NOT BE MISSING AND THEY WOULD NOT BE IN THE HOSPITAL!" She screamed again.

Owen was quite amused watching the woman scare the cops and put them in their place; although he was fairly certain if she kept screaming like that the vein on her forehead would burst. The detective looked like he was searching for a response and then seemed to notice Owen lingering in the entry.

"Who are you?" The detective asked.

Mr. and Mrs. Torres both looked over at him and smiled sympathetically, Audra's face relaxing just a little.

"Hi Owen are the boys okay?" Omar asked.

"Yes sir they were fine when I left I just dropped off my brother and the younger kids. Thought I'd come by and see if the cops had found anything, had any leads for finding Clare." He said the last part in a hard tone while looking at the cops.

"They might if they hadn't been wasting all this time staying here and twiddling their damn thumbs." Audra barked.

"Mrs. Torres we have been doing something, we have out an amber alert and BOLO and have notified all transportation ports around the city. We have uniforms canvasing the neighborhood and we're interviewing the suspects families at the station. I assure you we are doing everything we can to try and find the Edwards girl." Said the shorter stockier detective.

This was the wrong thing to say as Mrs. Torres snapped again. "SHE IS NOT THE EDWARDS GIRL SHE IS CLARE! SHE IS MY SONS BEST FRIEND AND THE SWEETEST KINDEST GIRL I KNOW AND YOU ARE NOT DOING ENOUGH TO FIND HER YOU FUCKING INCOMPETENTS!"

"Mrs. Torres please calm down or we will have to arrest you." Said the taller detective. She looked ready to explode again or possibly attack them but Omar stopped her and the detective turned back to Owen. "Were you part of the group attempting to keep Clare safe?" He asked.

When the detective said attempting it cut into Owen with a stab of guilt. "Yes." He said with a clenched jaw.

"We'll need to talk to you then if you could stick around?" Said the detective.

"Oh no you don't! Not without me, my husband or the boy's parents present. Jake and Connor already gave you everything they know and I fail to see how repeatedly questioning Clare's friends is going to help find her but if you have to talk to them you arrange it with us first. Now I'm going to go upstairs and say goodbye to Glen and Helen, then we're going back to the hospital to be with our son and his friends and Owen is leaving with us. I suggest you get the fuck out there and take and active step in looking for Clare because what you're doing right now is obviously not enough!" Mrs. Torres commanded in a harsh, angry and bitter tone before turning and heading up the stairs.

"I'll meet you guys at the hospital." Owen said to Omar, he nodded and Owen got back in his car to drive back to the hospital. He hated to go back and tell them that the cops still didn't know shit but at least he could tell them Drew and Adam's mom had ripped the cops a new one.

(CLARE)

She stayed in the bath until her tears stopped and the water turned cold, she wanted to stay in much longer, avoid being touched as long as possible but she figured if she was in there too much longer they may just get in and join her. So reluctantly she stood and drained the bath, there were fresh towels on the towel rack and she took one down and wrapped it around her. While they had thought to buy or more likely steal towels, bedding and food and even clean a little they had apparently not thought of bath mats and she almost slipped on the slick linoleum floor. She managed to keep her footing, steadying herself on the sink. She began drying off and felt like she was being watched, she looked up and did indeed see Reese and Fitz watching her intently, waiting for her to come out of the washroom and into their clutches. She dried off and hung the towel on the towel rack; she almost wrapped it around herself again but decided against it, they'd just rip it off of her.

Reese beckoned her forward with a wave of his finger; she sighed, bit her lip and began walking out slowly. She couldn't run, didn't have the strength to fight, Reese had taken her clothes and shoes, they were in the middle of nowhere and there was two of them and one of her. Even if she had strength to fight they would easily overpower her and she was sure Reese would add it to the list of things she needed to be punished for. They were both sitting at the table and she stopped just before reaching them, unwilling to go to either one particularly in her current exposed and naked state. Looking at her feet and chewing on her lip so much she broke the scab; still woozy, ill and petrified part of her still hoped this was some horrendously horrible nightmare and she'd wake up at any minute safely in Eli's arms, with Adam and the others close by. When a large black spider crawled over her foot however she screamed and hopped up on the chair.

"AGHHHHHH!" She shrieked, kicking the spider off as she jumped onto the chair.

It wasn't just the spider, she'd always hated spiders and it didn't help but she was already a basket of nerves and fear, it could have been a lady bug and she still would have screamed and jumped on the chair. The scream was less about the bug and more about the whole messed up situation. It couldn't be real, this was something out of a horror movie it couldn't be reality. She knew it was real though, she could feel the lightly chilled air on her skin, the hard wooden chair under her feet, she could smell the dust in the cabin and hear Reese and Fitz chuckling lightly that she was so terrified of a spider. Fitz got up and stomped on the spider, killing it and then he ground it into the floor board with the toe of his boot.

"It's just a spider Precious don't worry we'll protect you from the spiders and the other scary things in the woods." Reese assured her his tone silky and sweet again.

"But who's going to protect me from you two?" She wondered silently in her head. Of course she knew the answer; no one would, there was no on there to protect her from the Terror Twins, no one even knew where they were.

Reese came over in front of her and picked her up from the chair, he carried her to the bed and laid her down. This was the part she'd been dreading, they were about to touch her, without limits, without patience, without caring to go slow. She backed up to the head of the bed sitting with her knees to her chest and her legs closed as tightly as she could get them. Fitz began walking to the bed, smiling lecherously, his eyes clouded with lust and a visible bulge in his pants. Reese had sat on the edge of the bed but was now crawling up to her with a similar expression on his face. She felt like a gazelle being circled by hungry lions and they were ready to pounce, she hoped she could delay them just a bit longer.

"I…I need water…and m…my head hurts and more food. My lunch…" she choked out as tears began coming down her cheeks again, mingling with the blood from her lip. Reese and Fitz both stopped and looked at her seeming to consider if they wanted to give her these courtesies. "I can't…umm…I mean you said I'd need my strength right?" She tried again.

She felt ridiculous; she was a writer for heaven's sake. Normally she was eloquent and witty and ready with a snarky comment but at the moment she couldn't even properly construct a sentence. Her mind and body so overwrought with nerves, fear and pain she could barely think straight let alone talk.

"Get her some food." Reese ordered and Fitz went to the kitchen.

Reese got off the bed and walked to the washroom, he opened a drawer producing a bottle of little white pills she hoped was aspirin and not an opiate. He grabbed her water bottle from the sink and returned to her sitting next to her on the edge of the bed. He opened the bottle of what she now saw was indeed aspirin and was glad they'd had the foresight to bring it, on the other hand this thought also terrified her more as evidently they expected her to be in pain a lot. He gave her two aspirin and her water bottle and she swallowed the tablets with a sip of water. Fitz set a plate of what appeared to be cut apple and peanut butter on the table.

Reese held out his hand to her but she remained huddled up. "You wanted to eat so come on. I promise to let you eat now come on." He insisted.

She took his hand and he helped her from the bed. Walking her to the table he placed her in his lap to eat. She swallowed hard but didn't fight, his arms came around her. Even though he wasn't kissing her neck or even roving his hands over her the feeling of sitting on Reese's lap while she was nude was very disconcerting and uncomfortable. Clare wiped away the blood from her lip with a napkin. She ate slowly doing her best to delay the inevitable as long as possible, she could only delay so long however and eventually she finished her food. Reese stood, picking her up in the process while Fitz cleared her plate. Reese took her to the bed setting her in the middle and she instantly closed up again bringing her knees to her chest and closing her legs, her arms wrapped tightly around her legs.

"Hmmm should I have you apologize to Fitz first for kicking him in the balls earlier? Or should we give you some of your punishment first?" Reese was debating in a sadistic taunting tone as his fingers grazed over her exposed skin.

Fitz came and sat on the other side of the bed, his hands also grazing over her exposed skin but not as gently as Reese. "I think she should suck me off first as an apology that kick fucking hurt!" Fitz grumbled.

"I think I'd rather take your virginity first." Reese hissed with so much carnal lust in his tone it made Clare shudder internally.

Then she smiled, it crept across her face slowly, her eyes squinting in self-satisfaction just a bit. Both of them looked at her, confusion in their eyes as too why she was suddenly so happy.

"You're too late Reese I gave my virginity to Eli Friday night after the game. You don't get to take my virginity because he already did." She laughed.

Fitz looked a little shocked but Reese's face turned hard and red with rage. He tensed and froze looking like an angry gargoyle. His eyes were narrowed and burning with ferocious wrath. He raised his hand to her, the back of his hand connecting near her eye with an ear splitting SMACK!

(DREW)

Owen had returned telling them that the cops still knew shit but at least his mom had berated the cops. His parents had returned a few minutes after Owen, Eli's parents and K.C.'s mom had come back to the room as well and now Drew was walking to Mo's room to see if he was awake yet. He was about to pass the nurse's station when he heard his name being called, he turned to see Sav and Peter walking in.

"Hey." Drew greeted trying to smile.

"We came as soon as we could, heard Eli and the others would be okay any news on Clare?" Sav asked a hint of hope in his voice.

Drew shook his head. "Nothing. Not a damn thing they just vanished!" Drew said angrily and then took a deep breath to calm himself. "Adam, Eli and K.C.'s room is down the hall 109. I'm just on my way to check on Mo." Drew told them.

They all stood there another few minutes shifting and searching for something to say, some ray of hope to bring into this situation but there just wasn't one. Sav and Peter turned and went down the hall and Drew continued on to Mo's room. Mo was still out but his parents were at his bedside and looked up when Drew entered.

"How is he?" Drew asked.

"Our Mohammed is strong; doc says he'll be just fine. The knife missed anything vital and the chloroform slowed his heartbeat so he didn't lose too much blood. He should be waking up soon." Mr. Mashkour told Drew.

"Did they find your friend yet?" Inquired Mrs. Mashkour.

Drew just shook his head and then Mo began stir and they all looked at him.

"No Clare run!" Mo said in a woozy voice and then sat up rapidly his eyes shooting open.

"Mohammed lay down you're in the hospital! You just got out of surgery lay down son!" His mother demanded but Mo was fighting with her.

"Eli what happened to Eli? Is K.C. okay? Did Adam get Clare out? Where are they? What happened?" Mo asked quickly, fighting with his parents to get out of his bed and then he saw Drew and calmed down a bit. "Drew…" Mo started to ask again but Drew cut him off.

"Adam, Eli and K.C. all have concussions but they'll be okay. They'll be released tomorrow; you'll be okay too by the way, after a few days in here." Drew told his friend managing to keep a steady tone and placid face but thinking of Clare his face fell and became angry all at once. "They took her! They have Clare and we have no idea where they are!" Drew confessed his voice cracking with vexation and torment.

Mo fell back against his hospital bed and punched into it angrily. "No! No they'll kill her…they'll rape her and…worse…so much worse!" Mo said with an irate tone and defeated look on his face.

"I know." Drew nodded swallowing back the tears he felt brimming at his eyes. "I should go tell the others you're awake and let the doctor come in to see you."

He turned and walked back to Adam's room, stopping at the nurses' station to let them know Mo was awake.

"How's Mo?" Adam asked when Drew entered the room.

"He's awake; I had to tell him Clare was gone." Drew said swallowing hard again and his dad put a hand on Drew's shoulder.

(CLARE)

Reese hit her with such force that she was knocked into Fitz almost causing him to fall off the bed. Fitz caught her and she sort of slumped into his lap, the whole side of her face throbbed and ached. The sound of Reese's hand connecting with her face was still echoing softly in the small cabin. She felt woozy and dizzy and ill all over again but she didn't care, Reese could never take her virginity now and to her that was a victory.

"Fuck man you almost knocked her out!" Fitz stated.

"SHE GAVE HER VIRGINITY TO GOTH BOY! SHE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO DO THAT! I WAS SUPPOSED TO TAKE IT NOT HIM! FUCKING SLUT I TOLD HER I HAD TO BE FIRST!" Reese hollered irately and then took a few deep breaths, he calmed a bit. "She needs to learn what happens when she defies me!" Reese seethed, his tone so sadistically full of rage Clare felt her stomach knotting in fear. Her smile dropped and her body began to tremble with dreading panic. "Lay her on her stomach, hold her arms down!" Reese ordered harshly as she felt him getting off the bed.

Fear and adrenaline quickly took over everything else and Clare began to thrash trying to get out of Fitz's arms.

"NO LET ME GO!" She screamed flailing around and ignoring the pain this caused her.

Fitz had too strong a grip on her arms though, he pulled her up and pushed her into the bed but she continued flailing anyway. Suddenly she felt something come around her ankle and stopped to see what it was. Reese was securing a strap to her ankle, she started thrashing again but he grabbed her other foot holding firmly enough that he was able to secure another strap to that ankle. Fitz was sitting above her now gripping both her wrists and holding so tightly she had to stop flailing for fear of breaking her arm. She was crying hysterically now, breathing frantically and shallow in her state of agonized panic. Reese was attaching something else to her ankle straps, between her legs. She looked down just able to make out the glint of metal through the blear of her tears.

"This is called a spreader bar Baby Doll." Reese informed her as he took hold of her feet. "Flip her over." Reese commanded and they did.

She lay on her stomach on the bed; Fitz still had a strong hold on both her wrists, still sitting above her head. Reese had let go of her feet but the spreader bar kept her from kicking, her head was looking toward the door and she was soaking the blanket with her tears.

"This is what happens when you're bad Clare! If you disobey you get punished!" Reese cackled in a sadistically malevolent yet lascivious voice.

She heard a hissing whoosh and then CRACK she felt the harsh sting of many strands of leather hit her butt and lower back as the cracking sound echoed loudly through the room.

"AHH!" She cried out involuntarily.

Fitz and Reese both began laughing lightly; amusedly. The places where the leather had touched her skin were smarting and hot. She squeezed her eyes tight preparing for another hit when she heard the hissing whoosh of Reese raising the whip in the air again.

CRACK!

"OW!" She whimpered.

The whip came down on her back again, hitting a little higher this time, a few of the strands biting into her bruised flesh. More sadistically pleasured laughter from the Terror Twins, they were more than pleased, they were getting turned on. Clare knew this when Fitz placed one of her hands on the hard growing bulge constrained in his pants. Another hiss, followed by a loud crack and a painful cry from her and more laughter from them; before she could even take a breath Reese hit her with the whip twice more. Her whole backside burned, smarted and throbbed along with her face, her stomach tight and knotted in pain and fear. Her crying would not slow her breathing still shallow and erratic.

"Turn her over." Reese commanded again although she barely heard him.

Fitz did as ordered and helped Reese put her on her back once more. Even if Clare wasn't bound and being held so tightly by Fitz she couldn't have fought, she had neither the strength nor the will at this point. She shut her eyes tight although she couldn't see anything through her tears anyway. She heard the whoosh of the whip once again and her body tensed in dreadful anticipation.

CRACK!

"AGHHHHH!" She screamed in agony as the strips of leather hit over her breasts and stomach.

Her skin was hot, burning, stinging; she folded in just a little as she was beginning to feel horrendously ill. They were laughing again, she thought or saying something or making happy moaning sounds, between her tears, breathing and the pain she was in it was nearly impossible to tell.

CRACK! CRACK!

Two more over her breasts and belly, one right after the other and she lurched as much from pain as nausea. Her whole body was smarting now, ignited in agony.

"Reese…please…stop…I can't…" she choked out between strained breaths and furious sobbing.

Her body was convulsing of it's own volition and she felt ready to pass out again. She heard something hit the floor with a soft thud and there were no more sounds of the whip. She did become aware that Reese was now on the bed however, straddling her torso but graciously keeping his weight off of her. He took her chin in his hand and forced her to face him, not that she could see him but he didn't seem to care.

"This is what happens when you disobey understand?" He asked and then nodded her head for her. "You have earned yourself much more punishment than this, we've only just begun but seeing as you look like you're about to pass out we'll take a small break. After all punishing you when you're unconscious wouldn't be any fun now would it?" He questioned and even in her state she could hear the lecherous sadism in his voice, again he shook her head for her. "No it isn't any fun because then we wouldn't get to hear those beautiful cries you make. Now then what shall we do while we take a break from punishing you? Fitz and I need something to keep us occupied, any ideas Fitzy?"

Shout out to Mansavage777 for the kicking in the balls and trying to escape idea.

The next couple/few chapters are going to be just as intense so be prepared. Update soon.