Warning: This story contains adult language, graphic violence, sexual harassment, attempted rape, graphic rape and sexually explicit themes. Reader's discretion is advised. Rating – R.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. Brett, Brynn, Cocoa, Braden, Meade, Madeline, Brent, Maddock, and other miscellaneous characters are all mine. Sweets, Morning Dew, Meow, Sprite, Spark and children of said characters own themselves.
Chapter 7 – The Devil Incarnate
Dismal and gloomy, the rain came down hard and determined to drench the great city known as New York as its population trudged its way from destination to destination in a single shot without incident.
Swiftly moving through the streets Brett went shopping and wasn't prepared with for the downpour of rain as she carried several boxes as she tried to maneuver her way through the crowded streets. After she brought the kids to school, Bret went shopping for a new outfit and clothes for the children. Meade was growing out of his shoes and Madeline needed a couple of more pantalets. She also had to purchase another comb and brush set for Brent after he tried to cook them in the oven and, as a result, melted it. Waving a free hand to hail a horse drawn taxi, she waited underneath a covered entrance to a tobacco shop until the carriage made its way to her. Promptly she scurried across the sidewalk to enter the cart and hurriedly gave the driver her address.
Jack had been working hard at the iron works and was given a promotion a few months back. The higher promotion meant more responsibilities and that meant that Jack worked like a dog. He would come home, eat dinner, spend quality time with the kids, converse with Brett, take a bath and go to sleep. And in between conversations, he and Brett would make love. Brett loved the hard-working man that she married and admired his work ethic, but she also worried that life was becoming stressful for Jack. She needed to see him relax and tonight was the perfect night for relaxation.
Brett pinned up her hair and carefully applied her makeup as she anxiously awaited Jack's presence to show through the bedroom door. The past seven months had been free of drama. Her children were doing well in school, she had heard from her friends Cocoa and Brynn, and had been invited to a party to be thrown in Harlem. Spot had invited the couple to the party since it had been a while since he saw his and his wife's two best friends. The kids were spending the night at Blink and Sweets' house since they offered to watch their children so that they could spend some quality time together......... and because Blink lost to Jack in a poker game and had to owe him a favor.
Brett smiled as she thought how wonderful it would be to see Spot and Dewey again in a party environment. It had been a long time since she had dressed up and couldn't wait to paint the town red. Remembering that she had some tea to prepare before putting the finishing touches on her wardrobe plans, she quickly slipped on a robe and made her way downstairs.
As she poured herself a cup of hot water and sliced a lemon, she heard a knock at the door. Quickly, she closed her robe and answered the caller.
"Are you Ms. Kelly?"
"Yes." She said addressing the young messenger boy.
"This is for you, Mam."
She took the letter from the young man and proceeded to retrieve her purse. Handing him a dollar for a delivery tip, he cordially tipped his hat to her and headed off to his next destination.
Brett sat down in disappointment. The letter came from Jack stating that he had to stay late at the iron works to oversee a project and one of his employees had to leave in an emergency, leaving Jack to pick up from where the worker left off. He apologized profusely in the note as if it was his fault that he was unable to keep their date.
"Well, so much for wearing my new dress." She said. With a sigh, Brett went back upstairs and put all of her jewelry and accessories away, since she didn't need them for tonight anyway. She walked to the bathroom to wash her face and clear off all of the makeup she spent applying when she noticed that she was out of cold medicine. She always managed to get a nasty cold after being drenched in the rain and she knew that in a day's time she would start sneezing and coughing without fail. She then decided to get dressed and go to the local drugstore that was only a few blocks away from her house and quickly pick up some tablets or powder.
Within minutes she made it to McCreary's Drugstore. It was open longer than most stores so she was grateful that it could accommodate her. Scanning the last row of drugs, Brett finally found the brand that she was looking for. Grabbing two packets, she quickly brought the items to the counter and paid for them. Although her plans for the night were squelched, she wanted to make it home in time to meet up with Jack and she didn't want to be absent when he came home.
Once she paid for the medication, the clerk bid her a good night and she quickly exited the store. The streetlights were bright enough for her to see, but still too dim for her taste. Normally, she wasn't afraid of the dark, but tonight gave off an eerie feeling. Clutching her purse and bag closely, Brett tried to get home as quickly as possible. She didn't like being alone at night without an escort, be it a female or male, but she
She was so absorbed in her thoughts of Jack and her friends that she didn't notice the shadow lurking in a small alcove until a large, olive-skinned hand reached out and grabbed her from behind as she passed by, the hand pressed tight over her mouth, stifling the shout lodged in her throat. Her eyes were wide and she couldn't see who was holding her. They were big, tall, at least a foot taller than her. She struggled futilely as the person dragged her back through some sort of door she heard open after he let go of one of her arms to depress a lever of some kind. She was certain that she was being held by a man, the body behind her feeling hard and muscular. He also smelled of strong cologne, a scent most girls or women didn't use as perfume because it was too spicy. Plus the height and muscles were kind of a dead giveaway. In a split second, Brett felt a hard strike upon her head and everything went black.
"Okay, Mr. Kelly. That's the last of the bars that in place. Is there anything else that needs storing?"
"No thanks, Carter. That'll do for now. Thanks again."
Jack shook the hand of one of his most loyal staff members before letting him leave the premises. Jack and the rest of the crew wrapped everything up and headed out of the factory doors when one of them made a proposal.
"Say fellas, why don't we all go to a bar and have a couple o' drinks. Whatta ya say?"
"That's a good idea, except my wife will have my hide if I'm there instead of being at home where I belong."
"I hear ya." Said another worker as they were parting ways. Jack was making his way down the corner when he ran into Racetrack.
"Heya, Race. How's it rollin'?"
"Awe, it's rollin', Jack. I'm on my way to Harlem to dat big party at Ellington's. Spot's gonna be there. Ya coming?"
"No, sorry Race. Brett and I were gonna go but I had to stay behind and help oversee the other workers and all. I know Brett will probably be upset, but I promise to make it up to her." He said with a wink.
Race snickered. "Yeah, I know whatcha mean. Last week I was meeting Spark at Bailey's and she got update 'cause I was late. It was only one hour."
"Well an hour is like an eternity to a woman. Why do you think dey take so long ta get dressed?"
"Dat's a good question, Jack. Maybe I should ask Spark dat after I've given her a good dose of Italian sausage."
"I didn't know dat ya knew how ta cook?"
"Dat's not the kinda sausage I'm speakin' of, Jack." Racetrack said slyly as he wiggled his dark eyebrows.
Jack laughed as usual at Race's salacious remarks. "Anyway, I have ta get back ta my place. I've spent a little too much time at the grind and I know dat Brett's probably waiting up for me worried or something."
"Yeah, ya go see your sweetie. I'll tell Spot dat ya couldn't make it. See ya round, Jack, and tell Brett I said 'Hi', alright?"
"Alright, Race. See ya latah." The two spit shook and left in opposite directions.
When Brett finally came to, she was very disoriented. Her head was dizzy and her vision blurry at best. She could barely make out where she had been taken. All she knew was that someone much bigger than herself and male had abducted her. And oddly enough, she noticed that her body was positioned in a very abnormal pose. She was faced down, leaning across something rather hard. A pain started to set in her wrists that she hadn't noticed before. She tried to move her arms, but found that her arms were restricted in movement, and the clinking sound she heard sounded a lot like handcuffs.
Millions of thoughts raced through her head. What if she would never get out of this predicament? What if she ended up maimed, hurt, or worse, dead? She didn't know how long she was in this place where she was located, nor did she know what time it was. Most of all, she wondered if Jack was home. He had to be worried about her if he got there and she was not present.
Fear gripped her as she thought of what her kidnapper might be planning to do to her. No one would notice she was missing until this was all over.
Footsteps began to make their way toward her. A feeling of enormous fright rose in her heart. The footsteps became louder and louder until they stopped right behind her. She could not turn her head to look behind her to see her captor, not that it would matter anyway. It was very dark and he was rather tall.
He stood behind her briefly before walking around her, circling her, like a shark upon its prey. No words were exchanged for a few minutes until he decided to break the ice.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in?"
Brett said nothing. "Now what would a pretty little bitch like you be doing out on a night like this? All alone without an escort?"
Brett continued to remain quiet as a large lump formed in her throat. "Where's your bodyguard? I would have thought that a big, strong, strapping man like your husband would know better than to let his attractive wife roam the streets of Manhattan alone. I guess that's what happens when you marry someone."
Brett could no longer remain silent. "What do you want?"
His expression became dark. "You know exactly what I want, bitch. I made a proposition to you months ago and I had expected an answer. One that I would have been pleased with."
Tears streamed down her face when she realized that she was in the evil clutches of her ex-fiancé. Why did this have to happen now? She thought. Now she really felt like this was all her fault. She could have not left the house and waited on Jack to return home, but her preoccupation with getting things done ahead of time did her in. Braden walked back behind her and stood still.
He admired her helpless position. He had been with many women throughout the years and he always got a sick thrill out of seeing some of them in precarious situations. Seeing his former lover bent over a wooden desk with her arms chained to the sides was a sensational sight. He felt the tingling in his loins at the vision.
"Why are you doing this to me?" She asked, hoping to find some decency in his heart. Slowly he walked over to her, standing only a few inches from her person.
"Because, you dumped me as if I wasn't good enough for you. You found out that I was with another woman and you left me. But I wasn't going to let you get off that easily. I was going to show you that you were mine then and you're still mine now. I claimed you the day I made you a woman. You gave me the one thing you can never get back."
Walking up to her and closing the small gap between them, she felt his hardness against her backside. She panicked as she tried not to think of what was going to happen next. Tears were starting to leak down her cheeks but she wasn't making a sound. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction, even though she knew now what he had planned for her. She wouldn't scream, beg, or sob. So she told herself anyway.
He reached down and lifted up the back of her skirt. He made a sharp move to lower her pantalets, ripping them in the process. He inserted a finger into her nether region and slowly moved it in, hoping to elicit a verbal response. Brett remained quiet, but her body was betraying her as his digit began to move faster, in and out of her so that her womanhood would be wet. She could feel him, hard and ready against her. She was so concentrated on the fact that this was really going to happen that she tried to convince herself otherwise. It wasn't a nightmare, she kept telling herself. She prayed to God that Braden would decide that this was of no use and that he would let her go, but she knew that she was praying in vain. Braden was a persistent man. She remembered how persistent he was when he pursued her years ago. How he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. He was a handsome devil back then and he still was. She couldn't deny it. He could have had any woman he wanted. And when he wanted her, she couldn't help but be happy. They had a lot in common. Both were from hard-working families; both were of mixed heritage; both were only children. She fancied herself settling down with him and having children, but that all changed once she discovered his infidelity. She left him, something that a man like him found unforgivable for a woman to do. It wasn't her place to do such a thing and now, years later, she was going to pay the price.
A wicked streak of terror rose when she heard the sound of a zipper. He freed his manhood from its confinements and pressed his arousal at her entrance. She couldn't hide the slight moisture that had begun to coat her, readying her for him. Briefly he wondered what scenarios were running through her head about what was going to happen here. He delighted in the slight whimper of distress that escaped her lips, which he knew were firmly pressed together, trying to hold back all sound. The whimper was enough though and it fueled him on. Guiding his cock with his hand, he pressed his aroused flesh to her opening, and started to slide in, delighting in the way she seemed to open right up to accommodate him. She was tight and he inched in bit by bit. She remained silent though and that just wouldn't do, so he braced himself on by holding onto her hips and gave one hard thrust.
Brett cried out as her assailant shoved himself fully into her. Pain slammed through her as he made his assault on her. She clenched her hands, tears slipping down her already wet cheeks and she tried to brace herself as best she could, but it was no use. The worst part though was that her body was still betraying her.
As Braden began raping her she tried to block out the assault as to diffuse the fear. She tried so hard to think of Jack, the first time they met, the first time they kissed, the first time they made love, the day Jack came back to New York to find out that he was a father, Meade's first birthday celebration, the birth of Madeline, the birth of Brent. All of the things that made her happy and who she was, but it was no use.
She felt the wetness of blood on her wrists as Braden's strokes became faster. The tight reigns on her wrists were tightening from all of the motion from above. She whimpered as she felt fingernails dig into her flesh from the unyielding grip Braden had on her hips as he thrust forward each time. Braden's thrusts were hard and direct. He wanted this moment to be printed into her mind for as long as she lived. Even if no one ever found out, they would always know. Their 'dirty little secret.'
She choked back a sob as she wondered if anyone would come and save her, mainly Jack. He had no idea what was happening at this moment. This is what upset her the most. Here she was, only so many hours ago not having a single care in the world and now she was being fucked senseless by an ex-boyfriend. She kept sobbing but the sobs eventually became moans as she rose out the waves of pleasure that filled her. She couldn't try to stop it anymore and so she let the pleasure, and the pain, overwhelm her. Sweat was dripping down both of their faces and her velvet cavity was starting to ache. He'd been thrusting in and out of her for what felt like an eternity, yet he seemed no closer to finishing than he had at the beginning. She was certain that it was going to continue forever when he slammed deep inside her, touching a spot that sent tremors coursing through her, causing her body to shake wildly. He screamed loudly as he reached his peak. Her hips canted up into his and her ass pressed against his stomach as his seed spilled from him in great bursts. It was so powerful he was shaking when he exited her body.
After his heart stopped racing and his breathing went back to normal, Braden fixed his clothes and regained his composure. As he did this he watched as Brett laid across the desk still and broken. The remnants of his essence were running down the inside of her thighs as she lay there like a worn-out doll. When Braden saw this, a sinister glint of pride materialized itself in the form of a smirk.
Braden didn't expect this. All he thought was that Brett would accept his proposition and he could use her as much as he pleased. But this was an added bonus. Breaking her spirit was an awesome experience for him. The most he had hoped was to just humiliate her, but this was the icing on the cake. He finally broke her and, indirectly, broke Jack as well.