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Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 01

By: darkknight0307



Author's note: All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. 

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'Where the fuck is she?' Angelique thought to herself as she sat on the lonely street curb in front of her parent's house. Silently she was kicking herself for allowing one of her friends to borrow her car, only to have it returned inside of an auto repair shop. Home from college and no car is a deadly combination. Now she is reduced to having to bum rides from friends or, in dire situations, have her parents drive her to wherever she needed to go since they didn't want their little girl driving their fast, expensive cars around town. Pushing away the long, black locks of hair falling in front of her face, her small hand lightly wipes away the slight dew of sweat on her forehead as the impatience grows within her. 

As she rests her arms on her knees, Angelique quietly observes the street that she once spent so many hot summer nights playing on with neighborhood friends. It seemed like only yesterday when all of them would be running through the quiet street, playing simple children's games like Hide and Go Seek, water balloon wars, bicycle tag, etc. Now everyone had grown up and for the most part, apart from each other. 

Now the street was virtually deserted. She was, as far as she could tell, the only person outside on the street. The only vehicle not parked in a driveway was a large, white van marked 'Pet and Animal Catchers', probably on the lookout for the wild stray dog commonly seen running through the neighborhood. It was kind of depressing to see her once favorite place t hang out and play on the summer nights now deserted and void of children's laughter.

The slight vibrating of her phone against her thigh jolts her out of the reminiscing of the childhood memories as she slowly reaches into her tight jean pocket. "Damn it Jessie..." She groans out softly as she re-reads the text from her friend, telling her that her boyfriend had decided to come home early and as a result, the Girl's Night Out was cancelled. Her fingers quickly text back, moving like lightning: "Have fun fucking your brains out ;)"

Angelique had become somewhat used to having her plans changed due to her friends' sex life, even if she was a bit jealous that she had no sex life whatsoever. In fact, Angelique was a virgin. Apart from the frequent moments alone with her hand and the one-time fondling of her breasts by an ex boyfriend during a very intimate make-out session, she had no sexual experience. She had built up a reputation among the hormone driven men on campus of being a good girl, with good grades, and no time for sexual diversions. It wasn't that Angelique didn't want to have sex; she wanted it to be special, with the right person in her life. 

Deciding to make the most of her night, Angelique slowly rose from her spot on the curb. After brushing off the dirt from her tight, jean covered ass, she slowly started to walk in the direction of the CVS to get some magazines and some munchies to sit around and entertain herself on another lonely Saturday night. Sitting around reading magazines, ordering movies on the cable service, and ending the night with a steamy session with her small fingers were the only things she had to look forward to.

From behind her, the soft sound of a motor told her that the Animal Control fan was coming up from behind her. As it drives by, Angelique can't help but feel an ominous feeling deep inside of her gut. Soon it stops in front of her as she watches the window rolling down. Expecting to hear the obnoxious pick up lines from the driver, she lets out a soft groan. Her footsteps pick up the pace as she starts to walk by the stopped van.

"Excuse me Miss..." The uniformed man says in a low, deep voice, craning his neck out of the window towards Angelique. His polite tone makes her stop in her tracks.

"Yeah?" She replies back in her normally soft voice.

"We seem to be lost. It's our first week on the job and we have no idea how to get to the interstate." He asks her politely as he climbs out of the van.

"Oh. It's not that far, actually..." She begins. 

While Angelique is giving instructions to the uniformed Animal Catcher, she's oblivious to what is going on around her. Quietly the Driver of the van slides out from within the car, trying to not make the slightest sound as he slowly makes his way around the vehicle. As he finally reaches the same side of the vehicle that Angelique is on, his hand reaches into his pocket and carefully extracts the small syringe. His fingers, with a calm stillness, pull the cap off of it as he nears her unsuspecting self slowly. Finally he is close enough.

The needle of the syringe pierces her skin quickly. Before she can turn around and scream for help, the passenger of the van grasps her mouth tightly as the solution in the vial begins to work its magic on Angelique. Quickly the lights in her eyes begin to fade as her body gives into the anesthesia working its way into her blood. It isn't long before her limp, unconscious body falls against the man grasping her mouth.

"Come on, let's get this bitch in the back and get the fuck out of here." The Driver says to his partner as he opens one of the doors on the side of the Animal Control van. Angelique's small frame fits somewhat easily into the cramped, larger than usual cage in the back of the van as the two men cram her tightly into it. 

Hours pass by before Angelique wakes from her dreamless sleep. Immediately she knows that what had happened earlier was no nightmare. The flat metal surface she was laying on was somewhat warm from her body, giving her an indication that she had been laying there for some time. She jumps at the loud sound from above her of something mechanical starting up. The question of what was that had been answered as a soft whooshing sound, accompanied with a cold breeze takes place over her. 

A soft gasp of shock escapes her lips as she feels cool air hitting her most sensitive areas, seemingly exposed. Her hands immediately try to cover her ample breasts and exposed pussy, but to no avail as her arms are chained above her head tightly to the metal table. 

'I'm fucking chained up?' Angelique thinks to herself, her emotions starting to get the best of her once calm state. 'Where the fuck am I?' 

Angelique felt naked, exposed, in more than one way. Here she was, chained to a large metal table in a pitch black room all alone to herself. Panic sets in as she tries once again to test the strength of the chains, finding there would be no escape. Trying to cover her exposed pussy with her legs, she finds a large metal rod chained to her ankles. Tears form in the corners of her eyes from the fear of not knowing what will happen to her. Realizing no other alternative, she finally speaks in the hopes someone is around in the dark room.

"H-hello?" She asks the room in a louder than usual voice that's racked with fear and dread. "Is anyone there?"

As if by magic, a large industrial light kicks in, illuminating Angelique's exposed naked body. Instinctively Angelique's head quickly turns to each side, trying in vain to see if anyone was with her in the pitch black room. Soon the soft whooshing and soft cool breeze of the fan dies away, leaving Angelique in total silence. Trying to keep the heavy breathing of fear down, she tries with all of her might to listen for any sound at all within the dark room.

Within minutes a large, heavy door opens at the far end of the room closest to Angelique's feet. Slowly two large men enter the room, silhouetted by the light from the hall outside the room. Speaking in some rapid foreign language, Angelique can't make out a word they are saying. Soon they come closer to the light, allowing her to see at least what the mysterious men look like. 

The man who is speaking the most is dressed in an expensive looking black suit, his dark, gelled hair combed back into a small pony tail behind his head. A thin moustache and goatee nicely contrasted against his light olive complexion. He looked as if he were arguing with a bespectacled doctor, from the looks of the other. The doctor looked somewhat obese behind the tight, thin looking leather apron tied around his large body as he slowly waddled into the light, carrying with him a large black bag in the thick grip of his hand.

Putting his hand up to stop the Doctor in mid sentence, the olive skinned man looks down upon Angelique, seeing her face illuminated with wide-eyed fear. "You're going to make me lots of money, little slut. A lot of people will be bidding on you, I'm sure." He tells her, his voice laced with a Mediterranean accent, before returning to the conversation with the Doctor.

Fear stops her from saying a word. It was as if she suddenly lost her voice, not saying a word in reply to him. 'What did he mean, bidding on me?' Her mind questions as she lays there under the 

light. 

Waddling towards her feet, the Doctor puts his bag down on the floor at the foot of the table before pulling out a stool that must have been sitting there. As the Doctor begins fumbling around in his bag, the olive man runs his hands over the soft, creamy white flesh, toying with the soft pink gumdrop shaped nipples perched atop her breast. "Lots of money..." He tells her softly, keeping his eyes fixated on her body.

Before she can say anything, Angelique lets out a soft gasp of surprise as she feels something cold and metallic pressing against her pussy, slowly opening the soft labia lips. Her head rises as much as it can to see the Doctor between her legs, inspecting her with a speculum as he pokes and prods. The large stubby finger rubs against her hymen just before he lets out a soft whisper of surprise and excitement.

The olive skinned man looks at the Doctor, asking him to say whatever he said again. A brief look of surprise comes across his face at his words as he turns back to Angelique. "A virgin eh? We never get virgins. Looks like you might be the grand finale after all..." He speaks softly, more so to himself than Angelique.

"Get her dolled up quickly. I'm putting her on tonight's menu." He tells the Doctor in a firm tone before storming off out of the room. 

With a grunt, the Doctor inspecting her pussy pulls the speculum out of her, leaving Angelique with a now empty feeling between her labia lips after being pushed apart. Soon he waddles up to her face, carrying his bag with him as he sets it down at the foot of the table closest to her head. Smiling a toothless grin at her, the Doctor reaches into his bag, extracting various make up and placing it on the table beside her.

"Please, help me. I didn't do anything wrong. Please..." Angelique pleads with him, trying to get any ounce of mercy from him in the hopes of being freed. 

Looking down at her fear stricken face, the Doctor keeps smiling the toothless grin, shrugging his shoulders and pointing to his ears. With futile attempts, Angelique tries to resist the Doctor's clumsy hands as he begins to apply make up to her face, trying to beautify her even more so for the evening, whatever may be happening. Her mind wanders to the endless possibilities of the mysterious olive skinned man's intentions with her tonight. 'What did he mean, putting her on tonight's menu? What kind of sick place is this? What's going to happen to me?' She asked herself in endless streams of thoughts running through her head. Tears slowly well up in her eyes as the run down the sides of her face.

Seeing the tears frustrates the Doctor as he roughly takes a small cloth pad to wipe away the tear marks on her now makeup covered face. Reaching into his bag, the Doctor pulls out a large, heavy looking collar from the depths of his bag. His fat fingers roughly grab her hair as he lifts up her head by the long dark locks. Quickly as she struggles and screams under his tight hair pulling grip, the Doctor slips the collar under her neck. Letting her head fall back to the table as he lets go of her hair, he quickly snaps the collar shut, locking it with a small padlock. 

"What the fuck is this?" She yells at him as he wriggles her neck under the heavy collar. He remains silent at her question. Turning his large head on his thick neck, the Doctor yells towards the door at the end of the room from which he and the other man entered. 

Within seconds two large men, wearing black shirts obviously small against their large muscular frame storm the room. Angelique's head flips back and forth, watching as the men unlock her from the table with physical force. Instead of allowing her to get up and walk on her own power, the two henchmen grab her forcibly by her arms and wrists, dragging her out of the room despite her screaming protests.

"What the fuck?!? Where am I going?!? Please! Let go of me!" She yells through the industrial lit halls, her feet dragging on what feels like a cold dirty metal floor. The right side of the hall was lined with doors evenly spaced out, each with a red light over the door. They say nothing as they grunt with her struggles to get free from their grasp. Finally they come to a door with a green light illuminated atop the door frame. As one man increases his firm grip on Angelique, the other lets one of his hands go, pulling out a keycard to the door.

Pulling out the key card of the lock makes a soft clicking sound from the door itself as it slowly opens. The room is small, cramped, almost like a cage. In fact, it was a cage, except instead of bars on the front of the room looking out into a large room, there was Plexiglas. They roughly push her naked body into the room, slamming the door shut before she can react. Curiously she walks over to the large transparent wall, covering her breasts and vagina as best as she can as she peers out into the room. 

As far as she can tell, the entire large, circular room was surrounded by the same Plexiglas cells that Angelique herself was confined to. She could barely make out other women, frightened as she is, locked in the individual cells, all naked as she was. In the center of the circular room stood a table with a laptop sitting atop of it, facing towards the only door directly leading in and out of the room. Angelique could hear nothing of what was going on in the other cells. There was only deafening silence. Backing away slowly, Angelique hesitantly plants herself into the corner of the cell far from the transparent observation wall. Sitting in the fetal position, a dreadful fear slowly washes over her as time slowly passes by, not knowing what will happen next.

It's not long before the door in the circular room opens. Angelique's eyes, alerted by the sudden flood of more light into the room, keeps fully alerted to what happens, trying to see any foreseeable sign of what should be expected.

The olive skinned man enters the room, his voice silenced by the soundproof room. Following behind him were over a dozen men, all finely dressed in dark expensive suits and some in coats, even a lone woman stood in the crowd, wearing a long, flowing dress that exemplified elegance. Looking like an expert salesman, the olive skinned man's arms are fluid in showing off the displays in the room, as if this were some sick showroom. 'What did I get myself into?' She thinks to herself as fresh tears being anew down her face, noticing the crowd all together looking towards her cell.

~~~~~

"Every girl here in these little rooms is for sale!" The man named Vincenzo explained, moving his arms around to show all of the girls in their cells. "However, one will be special. Tonight gentlemen and lady, we will be doing thing a bit differently, all because of that special one." Vincenzo adds, pointing to a lonely cell where a small young woman, crouched in the corner of her room in the fetal position. 

"It's very rare that we find a young woman, clean of drugs and disease, let alone a virgin." Vincenzo added, nodding to the cell. The excitement in the room had doubled at the sound of the word virgin. To have someone so pure, so untouched, as theirs, would be a real treat indeed. "The auction tonight will be a silent auction, when you're ready to place your bid into the computer, along with your PIN number. The person with the highest bid in a half hour gets the little Virgin Mary."

Vincenzo quickly exits the room, heading back to the lounge, leaving his customers in the store. In the back of the crowd stands the youngest of the group of bidders and customers. Wearing a long black coat over his finely tailored Armani suit, the man only known as the Mikhail the Russian in most social circles, slowly circles the room. Every so often he would pause to see the girls in their cells, somewhat amused at their fear. 'They had no idea of what fear actually was...' he thought to himself as he watched the crowd of people standing in front of the cell. 

Apart from his bodyguard slowly following behind him, he was the only one not standing in the crowd. He had already made up his mind as the Salesman was talking. In the back of his mind, he was amused at the thought of him being out-bidden. None of them had the funds he did. They didn't have the reach and power like he did. 

While they were out doing more appropriate, white collar business, he was the only one that did the work that they all sometimes used. A smile creeps across his face at the thought of their drug and murder money being used against them in the bidding war. It was almost too amusing.

One by one the room slowly thinned out until he was the only buyer in the room. By the time he finally makes it in front of the popular cell, the girl is no longer hiding behind her long dark hair. Her tear streaked face instead watching the people watching her as she futilely pleas for help. As he approaches the glass, she slowly scoots closer to the glass, her eyes full of fear and want of rescue. Keeping her arms as close as she can to her chest, she clasps her hands together, pleading with him. Her lips move, even though there is no sound from the glass, even though what she is saying is blatantly obvious from her look and hand clasping.

Deciding to toy with her, it takes everything to suppress the smile trying to rear itself onto his lips. Mikhail slowly nods his head in the affirmative, giving Angelique the idea that she is finally being saved from this hell hole. Walking over to the laptop, he puts in the bid into the computer. 'Money was no object with this one.' He thinks to himself as he puts in the seven digit amount.

~~~~~

For the first time in the past few hours, Angelique is happier than any time before. Wiping the tears away, she can't help but give a soft smile to herself, thinking that it will all be over soon, all thanks to the man standing at the table in the room. 

As soon as the man exits the room with the other large muscular man in their coats, the door to Angelique's cage opens. The two men from earlier storm into her room, pulling her out of the cell as they drag her down the hall. Her moans and grunts of discomfort by the men's tight grip on her fill the halls as they drag her through a heavily curtained doorway.

~~~~~

Quietly Mikhail the Russian enters the lounge area, filled with the other bidders in small hushed conversations with each other. Some who see him enter the room wonder how much the young Russian "Czar of the Underworld" put on the little virgin for his amusement. They knew with him, money was no object. The only question was how badly he wanted her.

Lifting his left hand slightly, he quietly motions for his most trusted bodyguard to come forth from behind him for instructions. "Have Dmitri bring the car around. I do not wish to stay here in the filth much longer..." Mikhail tells Nikolai over his shoulder in soft Russian, not wanting to offend his best customers with his insults in English.


Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 01



His feet slowly carry him off to an overstuffed armchair sitting in the corner as Nikolai calls the driver in hushed Russian. As he sits in the seat, his eyes slowly scan the room, watching the pathetic pigs talking amongst themselves. Not one of them had the balls to approach him in public, even though they all bought and used his services. It made him smile to himself, seeing the wandering stares of the people in the room, too afraid of being seen in public with the largest drug and prostitution kingpin in the state. It's a fact that quite regularly left him alone with no one outside the organization to talk to except for discussing how much cocaine, how many whores, who to eliminate, etc etc. 

But tonight he was going to change that. Instead of coming to look for new whores for the whore houses, he decided to look for something for himself. It was his own special birthday present to himself: A little slut he could train and keep by his side for whenever he wanted to use her. She would be his and only his until he decided she was worthless to him.

Seeing her in the cage, Mikhail knew she would be perfect. Her small frame was exactly what he was looking for, and the long black hair was just the icing on top. The fact that she was a young virgin sealed the deal for him. He would teach her how to fuck and suck just the way he wanted. She would be a piece of clay in his hand, molding her into the perfect fuck toy for his own personal pleasure. Never would she leave his side, sitting on the floor beside him naked like a little dog, the leash to her collar tightly held in his hand. There would be no escape for her.

His thinking is interrupted as the two workers drag out the young virgin through the heavy curtains onto the raised platform. The expression of her fear and embarrassment on her young, pristine face is priceless he thinks to himself as she sees all of the people sitting before her, looking at her nakedness on stage for all to see. 

Vincenzo is standing off in the corner of the platform, a roll of duct tape in his hand. As the men bring her to center stage, the olive skinned man walks over, tape in hand, and begins to apply it to her mouth, silencing her grunts and moans of pain and dread. As Vincenzo bends down to tape her ankles together, the young virgin wriggles her legs towards him in futile attempts to evade his hands as he tries to tape her up. Mikhail liked the fact that there was fight in her. It would be like breaking a wild horse, applying harsh and somewhat physical torture to make her more accepting of her new life.

As he finishes taping up the prize with duct tape to her wrists, hands, ankles, and mouth, Vincenzo turns to his best customers, smiling ear to ear because of the intake on just one little girl, no doubt that she had gone for what five or six other girls would have had they not been virgins.

"Gentlemen and fair lady, I present to you the Lady of the hour." He proclaims to the room, officially silencing the small pockets of hushed whispers and conversations. "I will admit, even I did not think that this little piece of meat would go so high in bidding. I'd like to announce that Mr. Mikhail is the lucky winner of the bidding, placing a staggering one and a half million dollar bid!"

Some of the people turn to look at the young Russian sitting in the corner, toying with the steel serpent shaped handle of the wooden cane. He pays no attention to them or Vincenzo's announcement, knowing that he was the only person with the bankroll to pay so much for such a little girl. The amount was nothing to him. With all of the businesses he owned, some legitimate, he could make it up in a matter of months, in large part to the people in the room.

"Congratulations Mr. Mikhail on your winning bid..." He adds, bowing towards the Russian as if he were the one accepting applause. Around the room there is a soft congratulatory applause here and there from one or two of the people in the room. Nodding his acceptance, Mikhail slowly rises from his chair, motioning for Nikolai to go collect his winnings as he heads towards the door.

"Leaving so soon, Sir? Perhaps you would like to buy a playmate for your new pet?" Vincenzo adds as he sees Mikhail heading towards the front door of the room, trying in vain to milk whatever more money he could from one of his most well connected and richest clients.

Pausing at the door, Mikhail turns to the young girl as she's being lifted over Nikolai's shoulder. With a smile, he replies in Russian to him, "Tonight I'm going to need my energy to break the little slut in..." before walking out into the surprisingly cold night.

Waiting in front of the house is the long black limousine, the driver standing by the door ready to open it for his boss. Immediately seeing his boss walking rapidly towards the car, the driver quickly opens the door, remaining silent as he climbs into the car. Quickly he moves to the middle of the right bench of the limousine, grabbing his chilled drink from the consol diagonally across from him that splits the left bench. Within moments of his taking a long sip from his alcohol drink, his winning prize is pushed onto the bench closest to the door. 

Taking another sip, Mikhail glances over the glass to the frightened young naked girl sitting in his presence. "Would you like something to drink?" He asks her, pointing towards the small drink bar consol. "It is a long drive home."

She motions no with her head, pointing with her taped together hands towards her mouth. Letting out a soft chuckle, he motions for her to come closer as the limo slowly lurches forward, beginning the drive home. Letting out somewhat erotic sounding moans from behind the taped lips, she slowly crawls towards him. It's amusing to him to see her naked state, taped up crawling towards him. Setting his glass into the consol, he slowly reaches into his pocket, extracting a large switchblade to cut the tape binding her hands together.

Her eyes widen at the sight of the blade, shining in the dim lights in the limousine. Mikhail's lips slowly curl into a soft smile as he sees her face. 'Maybe this will be easier than I thought,' he thinks to himself, amused by her frightened reaction behind the silver duct tape. His hand swiftly cut away the tape as it presses firmly between the crevice between her hands. Trembling slightly, Angelique brings her hands up to her mouth, slowly peeling away the tape covering her mouth.

"Th-th-thank you so much." She tells him, her voice laced with joyous relief to be away from the nightmare as she sits on the bench across from him. She closes her legs as tightly as possible, using them and her arms to cover her nakedness. "I owe you so much."

Chuckling to himself, Mikhail looks into her hope filled eyes. "You could say that..."He tells her, his voice soft in his pristine English. "What's your name, little one?"

She looks at him in an odd expression of bewilderment. "Angelique..." She tells him, her voice soft and cracked from her ordeal. 

"Angelique..." He says to no one in particular, thinking over her name. "...such a pretty name for a pet."

"Pet?" The hope and relief that once filled her slowly trickles away at his words.

"I don't think I misspoke. You think I'm going to just piss away all of that money just so I can see you walk away without getting anything in return?" He asks her, staring deeply into her eyes. "I don't think so."

"Please take me home..." She asks him, moving to the floor of the limo on her knees in front of him. "I didn't do anything wrong. Please..."

Silently he sizes her up, seeing a perfect opportunity to toy with her emotions further. Leaning back into the bench, a smile comes across his face as he watches her helpless desperateness in her face. "What would you do to go home?"

"Anything..." She tells him without hesitation, looking back into his eyes. 

"I think you know what I have in mind..." He tells her, nodding to the growing tent in his slacks from the hardening dick.

"No. I can't do that..." She tells him, backing away while shaking her head.

"Then I guess you can either walk through the bad part of town, naked, ankles bound, asking for directions, or do what I want you to do and I'll take you home." He tells her, a smile of victory slowly easing across his face. He knew she would make the right choice. Realizing no other choice, Angelique slowly crawls closer to him, keeping her eyes locked onto his as the tears slowly form in her eyes.

"Up on the bench." He tells her, patting the bench as if she were a pet to him. Slowly she crawls onto the bench, kneeling beside him. "Good girl..." he tells her softly as he starts unfastening the black slack's zipper. Fishing into his pants, he gradually pulls out the largest and only real dick Angelique has ever seen in her life. Her widen eyes make Mikhail even more lustful at her inexperience. "Start sucking your first cock, baby slut."

Lowering her head slowly, her soft plush lips graze the top of his throbbing cock. The masculine taste and scent of it strangely turn her on as her lips slowly open to accept his member into her mouth. Letting out a soft groan of extreme comfort, Mikhail lets his head fall back as she slowly lets him into her mouth, engulfing him with the wet heat. "Remember, your life depends on how well you suck your first dick, little slut, so make it good."

Cringing at his words, her lips slowly tighten around his cock, giving him firm suckles of her throat in the hopes of pleasing him. Soon her tongue acts as if it has a mind of its own as it toys and massages the underside of his cock. The young virgin mouth feels stretched as Angelique tries to take more of him into her mouth, pulling her head up slightly to apply long firm licks of her tongue before working her way back down his endlessly long shaft. 

His soft moans and grunts of pleasure fill the back of the car slowly as he thrusts his hips harder into her mouth. With each thrust Angelique gags softly around his cock, sending sensual vibrations through his cock, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. Slowly her lips works down his cock at his coaxing, trying to take all of him, her throat tightening around him with every lowering of her mouth down his dick. 

Taking matters into his own hands, Mikhail grasps the back of her head by her hair and slowly pushes her down his cock, making her take more of him whether she wanted to or not. It's not long before she's pressed firmly against him, her mouth full of his masculine cock. Resting her head against his body, her soft tongue slowly slides across his shaft, tracing the large, thick vein taking up the underside of his shaft.

It's all Mikhail needs as her tongue, along with her lips, push him over the edge of orgasm. His hand firmly presses down on Angelique's head, making her swallow every drop of his seed into her mouth, despite her moaning protests which only intensify the orgasmic rush with the vibrations through his cock. His cock soon slows it's spasming of its white load into her mouth as he lets go of the firm grip on her long hair.

Panting softly, he pulls Angelique up by the hair off of his cock as he cleans himself up in silence. Pushing herself off to the far end of the limo, Angelique can't get rid of the masculine taste of his cum in her mouth. She could feel herself absolutely drenched between her thighs from the experience, secretly wanting to do more with the handsome Russian man sitting close to her, yet disgusted in him at the same time for making her suck his cock for her freedom.

"You did better than I thought you would for a virgin..." He tells her, brushing off the stray hairs from Angelique that had fallen onto his lap. "I guess I'll take you home." Smiling to her as the words escape his lips.

Looking out of the dark tinted windows, Angelique has no idea where she was. They were no longer on a street or highway, instead on a dark, private road running parallel to large, deep looking, pond in front of a large stone mansion.

"I said I'd take you home." He tells her after seeing the look of bewilderment on her face, gathering his coat as the car slowly comes to a stop in front of the mansion. "I just didn't tell you whose home you'd be going to." 



Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 02



*Author's note: I just wanted to say that if you have a problem with Non-Consent/Reluctance, then don't bother reading. All characters are at least 18 years old.*

*

Looking out of the dark tinted windows, Angelique has no idea where she was. They were no longer on a street or highway, instead on a dark, private road running parallel to large, deep looking, pond in front of a large stone mansion.

"I said I'd take you home." He tells her after seeing the look of bewilderment on her face, gathering his coat as the car slowly comes to a stop in front of the mansion. "I just didn't tell you whose home you'd be going to."

"What the fuck is going on?!?!?" Angelique screams out to Mikhail, drowning out the sounds of the front doors of the limousine being closed. Remaining quiet, Mikhail takes another gulp of his alcohol as he watches Angelique with amusement. Her panic filled eyes flip back and forth between the long windows as the dark shadows of people slowly make their way down the side of the window. As the doors by Angelique slowly open, she tries with all her might to close the doors, stretching her arms out to pull them back in. 

Mikhail's blood begins to flow as he watches the young virgin's ample chest jutting out, breasts heaving as she tries with feeble attempts to prevent the inevitable. With grunts, the men on either side of the door prevail, yanking the doors open at roughly the same time. 

The larger of the two, Nikolai reaches into the limousine and easily pulls away Angelique into his grasp. Futilely she screams, and tries to cause him pain with her knees and elbows, to no effect. His face is expressionless, as if he were a statue as he waits off to the side of the limo for his Boss to exit. 

Slowly Mikhail emerges from the back of the limo, brushing off his lap as he does. Smiling upon seeing his new million dollar toy struggling in his bodyguard's arms, he slowly walks up the long, flat stone stairs to the large wooden doors. The doors open slowly by another large Slavic looking man. As Mikhail passes by, the man slowly bows slightly in respect, while Mikhail pays no attention to him. 

Setting Angelique down in front of him, Nikolai pulls her in tightly to him with his large hands tightly gripping her arms. If it weren't for the fear in her mind, Angelique would have been amazed by the mansion she was standing in. The large, cavernous foyer gave off the impression of magnificence, with its light colored marble floors and large limestone columns with intricate carvings at the base of each column. Its two large curving staircases flanking each side of the door with gold railings only added to the elegant impression of the room.

Mikhail stands away from the small group at the front door as he casually flips through the mail sitting neatly on a table off to the side, a large potted plant perched beside the letters. Sorting through the letters, he holds out a portion of the letters in the direction of the group of people. Immediately the man who opened the door rushes forward to take the letters from his boss. "Take these down to Mr. Albertson's office and put them on the desk. Fucking accountants..." He tells the man in Russian, his voice strained and tired. 

Immediately the man walks down the large foyer, making a right down one of the numerous halls. It isn't long before he turns his attention towards Nikolai and his new toy. Looking upon her, he couldn't help but be amused. Something about the fear in her gave him satisfaction. It would make it easier to bend her to his will.

"Take our new guest to my room. Then come join me outback." He tells Nikolai in his dark Russian voice.

Nodding his understanding, the large Russian named Nikolai grasps Angelique tighter in his hands before lifting her up over his shoulders. Kicking and screaming, Angelique is taken against her will up the closest staircase to the second floor. Her futile screams reach no one as she's carried down the long hallway to the large doors at the end of the ornately decorated hall. With ease Nikolai reaches with his free hand for one of the gold doorknobs, turning it as he holds down his Boss's prize.

"Let me go!" Angelique yells at the Russian as he quickly carries her over to the large elegant bed facing the door on the far side of the room. 

Remaining silent, Nikolai carries her over to a large bed, throwing her down onto it with ease. Before Angelique could even attempt to escape from the large Russian man, his large bear claw-like hands push her chest further into the soft bed. Her screams are futile as he quickly straps her to the bed, wrists first before moving to her kicking feet. 

Letting out a soft smile, with his dark eyes narrowing as if he were looking at something adorable and cute, Nikolai turns away from Angelique despite her cries for him to come back and release her. Grasping the tight rope tying her wrists to the bed posts, Angelique peers out across into the large bedroom. As with the rest of the house, the grandeur and elegance of the room was awe-inspiring. The dark stained, ornately decorated wood paneling of the walls, along with the faint glowing of the lights in the room gave it the feeling of being from another time period, as if it had be transported from the old eighteenth century manors seen in movies or books. 

Lying on the soft, pillow-like bed, Angelique can't help but feel the fear and dread sink in as she looks around at the surroundings. 'Why the fuck did I ever say yes to hanging out today?' She thinks to herself, letting the harsh new reality sink in.

~~~~~

The young Russian crime lord stands alone on the expansive balcony overlooking the large garden with its neatly trimmed hedges and trees. Just beyond the hills, Mikhail can see the faint glowing of the city skyline, his city's skyline. He was the one who controlled the city, regardless of what the other leaders of the various gangs thought. No one had the political connection or the capital to even come close to him. As long as he had any say in the matter, it would stay like that for as long as he wanted it to. He was the man in charge, except when it came to the Council.

He despised the Council more than anything. Comprised of the highest ranking members of each Crime Syndicate, no one made a major move without consulting each other at their bi-monthly meetings. Mikhail much preferred the time in which his father, his mentor, had control. There was no Council back then, people did what they wanted, no questions asked. As they say in the movies, it was only business. Now you can't open a new front in any neighborhood without consulting with each other. 'Fuck the System.' Mikhail thought to himself whenever the thought of the Council crossed his mind.

The cool breeze blows across his face as the sound of the door opening derails his train of thought. Waiting in the doorway stands Nikolai, pausing to be acknowledged by his Boss. Slowly Mikhail turns to face his most trusted associate, a caring smile on his face. The two men embrace in a type of hug that two brothers would share. They felt like they were brothers to each other. Both men had grown up together, their families being so close together in the Business. Their grandfathers were like brothers to each other, both having died so young in a gang war that claimed both of their lives. 

The two men exchange welcomes in their native tongue before turning back to the limestone barrier of the balcony. Mikhail hands Nikolai a cigar, similar to the Cuban he had between his fingers. Leaning against the barrier, the two men puff away slowly on their illegal cigars as they stare out across the expansive garden, the soft rushing of water in the fountain the only sound. 

Finally Mikhail breaks the silence as he turns towards his Comrade. "Tell me Brother, how is my new pet?" Mikhail asks Nikolai in his Russian tongue. His tone is casual, as if this were nothing new to him.

Nikolai takes another puff from his cigar before answering. "A little tied up at the moment." He tells Mikhail as he rolls the cigar between his fingers. "She looks like she'll be lots of fun." 

Mikhail chuckles to himself at hearing the words from Nikolai. "Virgins are always fun. It's like breaking a wild horse into a show horse. This one should be fun, unlike the other slut." 

"I'm sure the boys downstairs loved the slut." Nikolai comments.

Mikhail smiles to himself, remembering the last girl that became useless for him as she groveled at his feet for his mercy and forgiveness before being given to the men as a token of his appreciation. "When you go down, remind the boys my policy about my pet and their demeanor. I'm sure they remember what happened to Boris when he talked to my slut in a way that I didn't like."

"Yes Boss." Nikolai replies with his acknowledgement as he nods his head in the affirmative. 

"Good. Get some rest Brother. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day and I want my Brother at my side when the Haitian Brothers come tomorrow." Mikhail tells him, patting him on the back as he stuffs out the cigar under his shoe. 

"I would say the same," Nikolai tells him, a smirk sliding across his face. "But I think we both know it will be a while before you sleep." 

Chuckling to himself, Mikhail gives Nikolai another pat on the back before heading back into the mansion. His feet are heavy with fatigue as they carry him through the halls and up the long spiral staircase. Images and thoughts of what he wants to do with his little new Pet float into his head as he nears the bedroom door, filling him with anticipation of playing with his new Slut.

As he opens the two large doors to the bedroom door, Mikhail can't help but be somewhat amused as he sees her lying exposed and restrained to the bed, his bed. 

~~~~~

Angelique remains silent as she sees the Man that tricked her, the Man somewhat responsible for this, enter her line of sight. Terror slowly fills her as he walks closer to her with each footstep. Watching him intently, her eyes never leave his, as if she were trying to pull at the mercy in him. With futile attempt, Angelique tries once again to test the tight bonds that are holding her in place. 

Turning away from the bed, Mikhail slowly takes off his black sports jacket, neatly placing it on one of the armchairs. He turns back to face her slowly as he continues to undress, remaining silent as his hands toy with the crimson tie and shirt. Staring deeply at her, he finally speaks.

"There are only three people with keys to this bedroom door when it's locked." Mikhail tells her as he begins to unbutton his shirt after tossing the tie into the same armchair, sitting on the edge of the bed by her feet. "But from the inside, I'm the only person alive with the combination to the door"

"Why are you doing this to me?" Angelique asks Mikhail as he unties his shoes. Intently she watches and listens to him, listening for any signs of trickery. 

"Once upon a time, there lived a drug kingpin..." Mikhail begins as he slowly strips away the long black socks off of his tired feet. "He was a unique businessman. Instead of taking out his enemies and rivals with bullets, he took a more unconventional approach. What he would do was to take girls off the street, and depending on how much of a nuisance you were to him, he would inject the girl with an STD, or a special virus especially engineered, just before planting her into the rival's bed. Some didn't even last until the next morning. That will not happen to me."

Slowly Angelique's breathing increases, her heart feeling like it's about to burst with sheer fear. "What are you going to do to me?" She asks hesitantly as she looks into his eyes.

"Tonight, I'm going to break you in. In the long run, you're going to be my little fuck toy on a leash." He tells her casually, leaning in closer to her body to examine her. His eyes lock in deeply into her completely shaven pussy, a small trace of wetness on her labia lips as she tries without success to cover herself. 

Chuckling softly to himself, Mikhail reaches out to her exposed cunt. Angelique jumps slightly as she feels his large masculine hands slowly caress her thighs, working their way up to the sweet wet spot. His soft yet masculine fingers feel like electricity through her body as he finally caresses her sensitive and aroused lips. 

"I think my little virgin likes that..." He says softly, noticing her face trying to hide the sign of being turned on and aroused. Slowly his index finger works its way through her opening while his large thumb rubs her clit in slow circular motions. It takes all of Angelique's willpower to stop from crying out in pleasure as his fingers make her feel like melted butter. 'My own fingers never felt this good' she thinks to herself, quietly enjoying the feeling between her milky thighs.

Carefully removing his fingers from her cunt, Mikhail plunges them into his mouth. Slowly his fingers lick away at the sweet juices on his finger, savoring the taste of his little virgin toy. The wetness only increases his ravenous hunger for her flesh, his lust burning deeply within him.

Standing up slowly, Mikhail faces Angelique as his hands quickly manipulate the silver of his leather belt, letting his pants fall to the floor as his eyes stare deeply into hers. Like a spring, his cock bounces back up after being freed from the dark slacks. Angelique's eyes lock onto his engorged and throbbing member, the dick that she knows will be the first inside of her.

Climbing onto the foot of the bed, Mikhail crawls forward to Angelique like a tiger before its prey. His eyes burn with a hungry lust as he crawls closer, dipping his head slightly to take a longing lick of her cunt, tasting her arousal straight from the source. Angelique's eyes roll back into her head behind her clenched eye lids, the feeling of his tongue against her virgin cunt like electricity. 

Gradually Mikhail climbs on top of Angelique, his cock firmly pressed against her very wet and aroused opening. With an agonizing slowness, Mikhail slowly presses his hips harder into Angelique's until the soft fleshy hymen prevents his dick from going further. Dipping his head down against her neck and collar bone, Mikhail gradually sinks his teeth into her soft flesh, teasing her with pain and excitement. "This is going to hurt." He whispers softly into her ear. 

Before Angelique has any time to react, any time to prepare for the pain, Mikhail's throbbing dick breaks through her soft fleshy hymen in one large thrust. The intense sharp pain of being broken in rips through Angelique's body, her small hands gripping the binds tied around her wrists to the bed post. Feeling so full and painfully stretched, Angelique cries out softly from the pain, her dark eyes welling up with tears at the tearing sensation between her legs. 

Enjoying the tight wetness wrapped around his dick, Mikhail pauses on top of Angelique, his dick pressed crudely against her cervix to allow her to adjust to the feeling of being stretched. Slowly his kisses and biting on her neck intensifies, his teeth sinking deeper into her flesh as his dick slowly plunges into the shallow depths of her tight cunt.

Soft tears run down Angelique's face from the sharp pains on her neck and in her cunt. Audible moans of pain fill the room with Mikhail's soft grunts of pleasure. Slowly the pain coursing through Angelique's body turns to a dull pleasure, building and building within her senses. Her soft moans soon turn lustful as Mikhail thrusts deeper into her. 

"You like that, don't you, you little whore?" He asks, bringing his head away from her neck as he stares into her eyes, small droplets of blood on his chin from the vampire-like biting of her neck.

Panting softly, Angelique tries to ignore his words, but the shame of the truth sinks in. "Get the fuck off me!" She screams out, hoping to alert anyone in the house. Feeling so absolutely full with his cock, it feels as though Angelique's cunt can no longer stretch to fit his entire dick, but nonetheless he keeps thrusting in spite of his little slut's now slight pain and discomfort.

Softly Mikhail laughs in a low, sadistic laugh as his hips thrust harder into hers. The soft feeling of his large masculine hands explores her body, slowly making their way up her chest before reaching her soft neck. Gradually the grip around the soft flesh of her neck, breathing heavily with fear, tightens around her as Mikhail stares into her eyes with his deep dark brown pupils. "It looks like my little fuck slut needs some lessons in manners."

Without mercy his free hand slaps Angelique across the face as the loud slapping sound fills the room. The burning sensation on her face makes small tears well in Angelique's eyes from his rough treatment of her body. 

"Get used to this." Mikhail whispers to her over the low squishing sound from her cunt. "This is what you're going to be doing for the rest of your life, my little slut. Your body is my body now. I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want and you aren't going to do a fucking thing to stop me, got that?" 

His deep thrust to Angelique's cunt become more urgent as the words slowly sink into her mind. Trying with all her might to fight off the intense pleasure building within her young body, Angelique remains motionless at his words. The depravity of her future strangely makes Angelique even more aroused at the thought of it. Small tears trickle down her face in shame of being turned on and aroused by the outlook of her life.

The grip of Mikhail's hand around Angelique's next tightens violently as he jerks her head towards his gaze. Mikhail always loved the feeling of having a terrified person's throat in his death-like grip, feeling the panic and life literally in the palm of his hand. "Answer me, you stupid little whore, or I'll make sure you wish you were never born." He whispers softly to her, his eyes wild with rage and lust, as his finger nails dig deeper into her neck. 

"I-I understand!" Angelique cries out, her voice distorted by the tight grip of the man on top of her as she stares back into his. 

Slowly Mikhail's tight grip loosens around her delicate neck, keeping it just in the loose grip of his hand as his thrust become deeper and hard against her body as his hard dick carves and tears away at her sensitive, soaked cunt. His head lowers to hers gradually, licking away her tears down her cheeks to taste the tangible fear and pain in his little fuck toy. Soon he presses his head against the side of Angelique's, his hot panting breath against her ears sending shivers down her spine as he mercilessly pounds away at her shallow tight hole as Angelique struggles to shield the fact that she is actually enjoying the now pleasurable thrusts.

"Now I'm going to make you my own." He whispers lustfully into her ears, panting hard as Mikhail gives one last, plunging thrust into Angelique. Groaning and grunting in pleasure, Mikhail's dick spasms uncontrollably, erupting inside of Angelique. His hot seed coats her insides with its salty gooiness as he collapses on top of her bound body. 

The sensation of his warm jizz shooting into her sensitive cunt, along with the feeling of Mikhail's warm, sweaty pelvis pressed firmly into her throbbing and swollen clit send her body over the edge. Her silken soaked walls grip his slow throbbing dick tightly as the intense orgasmic rush over runs her body. Eyes rolling back into her head, Angelique can't help but to grind her hips, her clit, into her Russian Master's body, trying for anything to increase the already intense orgasm filling her every senses until her body slowly calms.

Mikhail's soft, low chuckles of amusement fill Angelique's ears as she realizes her body got the best of her. Shame slowly washes over her at the mere thought of being fucked and broken in by him, even enjoying the sensations he made her feel. 




Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 02



"I knew you would like that, you little whore." He groans out as his hands slowly untie her from the bed. "You need to learn that from now on, many simple things are privileges. Letting you live, for example..."

Casually he tells her as he moves to her ankles, gently rubbing her rope-burned skin. "Next time, you'll be a good little fuck toy and ask to cum. Otherwise, I'll electrocute every fucking nerve ending in your fuck holes so you never cum again, understand?" 

Slowly Angelique nods her head as her small hands rub her wrists, fearful of his threat. Something deep down inside her told her to not say anything, to not even question his threat. Her eyes lock onto his body as he slowly rises from the bed. Before she could react, Mikhail's large hands find the long dark hair flowing from her head, yanking her small body out of the bed with ease.

"Another fucking privilege you need to earn is sleeping in my bed like a real woman." He tells her over her cries of sharp pain as he drags her to the foot of the bed. "Until then, you get to sleep like a little slut toy: in a dog cage."

Letting her head go roughly from his grasp, Mikhail's bare foot pressed down firmly on Angelique's head as he manipulates the lock of the silver cage, running the width of the bed. Throwing the top of the cage open, Mikhail quickly bends down, scooping up Angelique into his arms only to let her drop onto the dark red plush cushioning of the cage. His now free hands quickly slam the top of the cage shut, locking it in place before Angelique could put up any resistance. 

"Time to sleep, my little slutty princess..." Mikhail tells her with a broad smile on his face as he climbs into the bed. Within moments the room is covered in blackness as Angelique lays in the fetal position in her new bed, the slick feeling of Mikhail's cum slowly oozing from her sore and aching cunt as she slowly sobs herself to sleep. 



Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 03



(Author's Note: As with all of my stories, all characters are 18 years or older. Hope you enjoy! Feedback is always welcome.)

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"Time to sleep, my little slutty princess..." Mikhail tells her with a broad smile on his face as he climbs into the bed. Within moments the room is covered in blackness as Angelique lays in the fetal position in her new bed, the slick feeling of Mikhail's cum slowly oozing from her sore and aching cunt as she slowly sobs herself to sleep.

Sun light shining brightly through the windows shines right into Angelique's eyes as she slowly awakes from her heavy, exhaustion-induced sleep. Eye lids slowly opening, she's immediately startled the silhouette of a man in the light. 'This wasn't a nightmare after all...' She thinks to herself as she slowly sits upright in her cushioned cage. Timidly Angelique inches closer to the silver bars, griping them as she slowly kneels as best as she can.

"Please, can I please go home?" She asks softly, her voice cracked from the hours of sobbing and crying. "You had your fun, just please let me go home..."

Mikhail's soft chuckles send shivers down Angelique's spine as he slowly turns away from the large window. "You don't get it, do you?" He asks her, taking a sip from a glass in his hand. "This is your home now. You were stupid enough to be wherever the fuck you were when they picked you up, and now you start a new life as my little cum slut."

"You're fucking sick." Angelique tells him, courage and boldness starting to well up inside of her. 

Mikhail says nothing to her as he takes another sip. Slowly he walks closer to the cage, a sick smile forming on his face. "You know, if it weren't for me, you'd just be another sad story on the news. You really think those other people would have kept you alive after doing whatever sick pleasure they get from you? Sluts like you are liabilities to them, and I'm the man that has to go kill and get rid of the liabilities." 

Sitting on top of the cage, Mikhail casually lets his hand slide between the bars on the top of the cage, petting her soft skin before Angelique jerks herself away from his touch. "You should be thankful that I'm in the mood for keeping alive while you're still useful to me."

"And what happens if I become useless to you?" She asks curiously, testing the man in control of her destiny. 

A soft smile forms across Mikhail's face as he chuckles softly to himself. "When that day comes, I'll personally take you by the hair down to my men's barracks and chain you to the wall without any clothes. I'm sure my men will have some use for you then. They just love little American girls like you."

With a soft groan, Mikhail slowly stands up from the cage, turning around to see the fear on Angelique's face from his threats. "Let's hope you don't get useless to me." Mikhail tells her as he walks across the expansive bedroom to the door. His back shields the key pad lock to the door, taking no chances in case Angelique could see the combination from across the room. A short, low beep sounds as the door opens slightly for Mikhail.

Silently Mikhail opens the door wide, allowing a large and tall woman into the bedroom. Wearing a white outfit that looked as if it belonged to a nurse, the woman wearing it looks upon Angelique with a look of indifference as she walks into the room.

"This is Olga." Mikhail tells Angelique, handing over the keys to her cage to the woman called Olga. "She'll be making you look somewhat presentable. I don't like my little sluts dirty with cum and blood all day."

Casually Mikhail strolls out of the bedroom, leaving Angelique alone with the masculine-looking woman. The soft clicking of Olga's red heels against the wooden floor fills the room as she walks closer to the cage. Her large, manly hands quickly manipulate the lock on the cage, pulling Angelique out of the cage with a tight, forceful grip on her arms, despite Angelique's protests and cries for mercy.

Dragging Angelique across the floor, Olga remains silent as she pulls the young girl with ease to a door off to the side of the bedroom. Using her free hand, the masculine woman opens the door, sliding Angelique into a large bathroom as if she were a ragdoll being dragged around by a large child. Before Angelique has any time to attempt any chance of escape, Olga pulls closed the bathroom door, locking it before turning to face her new patient. In frustration and desperation, Angelique tries to overpower the woman, running into her body with all the force she could muster. Yet, it was not enough, as Angelique falls flat to the floor, as if she had run into a brick wall. 

Grunting as she bends over, Olga picks up the young girl with both arms, only to drop her into the large white tub, narrow enough for one person. Angelique's head slams hard into the hard white ceramic tub lining, dazing her as Olga straps her arms into thick leather straps on either side of the tub. The cold water from the showerhead jolts Angelique from her pain induced daze, making her jump in her binds. As Olga turns her back to Angelique, digging through a cabinet in the large vanity, Angelique tests the bonds holding her down in desperation to no avail. 

"Eeuu kant eezkape." The Russian woman says in her thick Russian accent as she turns back to Angelique, pulling on white latex surgical gloves.

Grasping the shower head out of its holder, the menacing Russian woman pulls out a small footstool with her foot, kicking it to the side of the tub. Letting out soft groan as she sits down, Olga's hand holding the shower head slowly waves over Angelique's body, letting the cold water cascade over her young body as she remains emotionless.

Without mercy, the large Russian woman's thick fat fingers probe Angelique's body, scrubbing and washing away any and all traces of the previous night. The feeling of the rough and unforgiving fingers prying open and entering her sex makes Angelique feel sick and dehumanized. Olga's fingers poke and prod at Angelique's sore and abused hole, swiping out all of Mikhail's dry cum mixed with the pink fluids of her dried blood in an attempt to make her as clean as possible. 

Angelique jumps in her restraints as the feeling of Olga's fingers pushing through the tight muscle of her small sphincter, swirling themselves in the tight hole until she was satisfied she was thoroughly cleaned. Fruitlessly Angelique tries to test the bonds holding her in place, fidgeting and writhing in the tub like a small child trying to avoid a bath. 

Having enough of her fighting and resistance, Olga angrily reaches into a small medical bag at her feet, rummaging while furiously muttering in an eastern European accent until finally coming up with a small silver syringe in her hand. Seeing the syringe, twinkling in the light above the tub, Angelique's attempts to escape intensifies as she remembers the last time she came in contact with a needle in her arm. Mercilessly Olga stabs the needle hard into Angelique's arm, pushing in the sedative until nothing was left. Placing the syringe back into the bag, she sits and waits while the liquid takes its course on Angelique, waiting until the girl is unconscious to make her job a little easier.

Slowly Angelique's movements become less energetic, her limbs becoming heavy as the sedative gradually works its way through her body. Vision blurring at a steady pace, increasing with each passing second, Angelique groans as she tries to fight off the effects of the sedative. Slowly her mind and body drifts away into a deep, motionless sleep, despite Angelique's futile attempts to throw it off.

~~~~~

Over an hour passes as Angelique slowly begins to awaken from her sedative-induced sleep. Gradually her body moves against the soft, plush material of the bed, her naked, dry body feeling as if it's lying on a gigantic pillow. Sitting up slowly in the master bedroom, sunshine beaming through the large windows, her small fingers fly to her neck, touching and feeling the heavy metal collar around her soft neck.

"What the fuck is this?" She whispers to herself, the soft digits of her fingers running over the jewel encrusted metal collar. 

The sound of rustling newspapers makes Angelique snap back to reality, staring in to the direction of the sound. Sitting alone in the corner of the bedroom in a large, overstuffed armchair sits the man called Nikolai, casually reading the newspapers as she slept off the effects of the drug. 

"It's about time you woke up." He growls at her, his voice deep with a crystal clear English accent as he leisurely rises from the armchair, placing the folded newspaper in the seat while never breaking eye contact with Angelique. "You must have been quite the handful to get the drugs."

Gradually he begins to walk his way closer to the bed, every footstep filling Angelique with fright as she tries with futile attempts to cover her nakedness. "What are you doing here?" She asks hesitantly, slowly inching her body up the bed in a meager attempt to evade him.

Nikolai can't help but to smirk at Angelique. He couldn't help but to think to himself how such a good taste his comrade had for women, seeing the frightened young woman on the bed before him. Leisurely his muscular hand dips into his pocket, pulling out a seemingly endless silver chain, a hook at one end, and a small leather loop at the other. Feeding one end of the chain through his grasp, his fingers toy with each end, staring at them as a child would a toy. 

"The Boss wanted me to come and sit for you to wake up, since you had to be a...what's the word... defiant little bitch." 

Ignoring the stinging effects of his words, Angelique's mind races with thoughts, noticing the door behind the powerful looking man is wide open, presenting the perfect opportunity to attempt to flee. Formulating a plan in the back of her mind, Angelique hesitantly shifts herself to the edge of the bed as her heart feels like it's beating out of her chest as she eyes the door in the distance. 

Slowly standing up from the bed, her feet unhurriedly begin to carry her towards the large, menacing Russian man with the chain in his hand. 'Now!...No... Now!... No...' Angelique's mind debates as she nears him, the sweat on her brow increasing steadily along with her heavy heartbeat and breathing. With only a few feet to go until she's face to face with Nikolai, Angelique floors it, dodging to his left side in an attempt to rush past him. Hurriedly her feet run across the polished wood floors, trying with all her might to fly past him. 

Yet, she's not quick enough to escape him. Using the chain leash as a restraint, Nikolai's outstretched arms enclose around Angelique, pulling her into his body with the leash. Gripping her arm in his death-like grip to keep her in place, Nikolai quickly attaches the leash to the large D-Shaped ring at the front of the collar. Releasing his grip as Angelique groans and struggles against him, his hand holding the leash gives a firm tug to make sure it's securely fastened to her collar.

"You really are a defiant bitch, huh?" He asks, amused at her fruitless struggles to free herself. Pulling her close to him with a forceful pull of the leash, his large, powerful hands find both of her wrists, pulling them behind her back as he reaches into his pants pocket to pull out a pair of silver handcuffs. Pressing her firmly into his body, the large Russian man cuffs Angelique's wrists behind her back, effectively ending any possibility of her reaching up to unhook the leash.

"Going somewhere?" He asks, pushing Angelique away from him once the cuffs are firmly in place. 

"Fuck you!" She cries out, trying to mask the tears and trembling in her voice as she watches the Russian bodyguard, fearful anger burning in her eyes. 

Giving the leash a firm tug, Nikolai starts to walk towards the main exit at the far end of the bedroom. "Come on. The Boss doesn't like to wait long." He growls towards her, pulling her in his wake. 

Fruitlessly struggling, Angelique is dragged through the house, stumbling with each pause she takes as the Russian's iron grip pulls her along with him. Walking Angelique down the stairs, Nikolai drags her down the into the foyer of the house, making her sit in one of the small chairs in front of a large door as Nikolai pokes his head into the room, softly speaking in Russian before he closes the door, turning to sit next to Angelique. 

"The Boss's meeting is taking a little longer than he thought." He says, reaching into his pocket for a cigarette. "You would do best to mind your manners. He tends to be unforgiving when it comes to being disrespected."

"I'll keep that in mind, ass hole." She says through gritted teeth, her hands slowly rubbing each other in nervous dread, staring intently at the door with vague voices behind it.

~~~~~

Sitting in his large leather chair, smoke filling the air as Mikhail sits and listens to the two men sitting across from him. The meetings with these smaller gangs always annoyed him with how they took up his time with pointless and stupid talks. This time, it was all about their new narcotic they were pushing on the street and how they wanted to sell on Mikhail's territory, in his businesses, all for a small cut of the sale.

"You must be fucking crazy if you think I'm going to let you peddle your smack on my territory." Mikhail says, leaning forward to put out his cigarette, slightly annoyed they would come to him and ask.

"No?" One of the Haitian Brothers asks, leaning back in the armchair as a look of perplexity slowly fades onto his face. "You think that will stop us from doing business?"

"Not unless you want me to have my street soldiers take care of your dealers if they come within eyesight in my neighborhoods." Leaning back in his seat, Mikhail's eyes study the two men sitting in front of him in their white suits, a look of defiance in their face as he watches them and waits for their reply to his threat.

The two brothers stand up from their seat, their face stoic as they stare right back into Mikhail's dark eyes. "Then we're done here." The taller and older one says, walking hurriedly to the office door without waiting for a formal handshake or other words from Mikhail as they fly open the office door. 

Angelique's deep thinking about the day and what may happen is snapped by the sound of the office door flying open. Immediately her eyes fly up to the now open doorway, her eyes glued to whoever would come out. 

The Haitian Brothers argue rapidly among themselves in French Creole, stopping only at the odd sight of the young girl sitting naked in front of them, bound with a look of fear and confusion on her face. Pausing for only a minute to ogle her body, the two men move out of the house quickly, resuming their hushed arguing as if anyone could understand what they were actually saying. As soon as the two Brothers leave the open doorway, Nikolai abruptly stands up from his seat, the leash tight in his hand as he pulls Angelique into the large office. 

Struggling against the tight pull of the leash does not stop the sense of awe in Angelique's mind as she enters the room. Bookshelves line the left and right sides of the room, towering against the high walls. Art pieces from different time periods from all around the world lined the walls between the large windows overlooking the woods. Its décor and aura gave the impression of being inside of a small library instead of an office of a crime lord. 

"Well well..." Mikhail sounds, sitting back in his chair as he sees Angelique being led into the office on a leash by Nikolai. "Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence, boys." 

Defiantly remaining silent, Angelique slowly peers around the room at the half dozen men standing in various parts of the room, their eyes staring like lasers at her naked body before them. Slowly shame and disgust over herself washes over her mind at the feeling of being aroused by being on display for so many men. The hot slick moisture begins to build between her womanly folds slowly as the seconds pass by, being completely naked for all of them to see. 

"Sleep well Princess?" Mikhail condescendingly asks Angelique, a soft smirk forming across his face.

"Fuck you." Angelique mutters in a soft whisper, too afraid to say anything else above a whisper in such a dangerous environment. 

"I plan on it." He says soothingly, the smirk growing wider as he leans forward, putting the papers strewn across is desk in a neat pile before sitting back, his hand outstretched for the leash in Nikolai's hand.

Giving a firm tug of the leash, Nikolai pulls Angelique over to the desk with ease against her struggling feet. Handing Mikhail the leash with a soft smile on his face, Nikolai slowly walks back to the shadows of the room, leaning against the wall to watch the young woman get used by his Boss.

Looking over at Angelique, now the length of the tightly strained leash away from her, Mikhail pats the cleared area on his desk in front of him, almost like a master would his pet. "Come sit, Angelique."

Her eyes locked onto Mikhail's dark hazel eyes, Angelique hesitantly moves closer to him. Small footsteps carry her closer to the desk, afraid of what he may do to her once she's near him, like this was all a trap. 

"I won't hurt you...yet." Mikhail says softly, the last part under his breath as he looks welcomingly to Angelique.

Breathing heavily with no other choice, Angelique slowly walks forward. Creeping along in front of Mikhail seated in front of the desk, she slowly turns her body to face him, sitting her butt on top of the desk as she looks down upon his face, her legs clenched tightly together to hide the fact of her arousal. Fearful of what he could do to her, she remains motionless, breathing heavily as she watches his every subtle movement in his seat in front of her.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Mikhail asks while his hand slowly runs up and down her bare legs.

Resisting all of the anger and urge to kick him in his face, Angelique is frozen in fear. Out of all of the monsters in the room, it's was he whom she was afraid of the most. Eyes clenching shut at his soft caresses, Angelique doesn't say a word of protest or of want, only wanting it to be over, despite what her sore, achingly empty cunt wanted. 

Sitting back into his seat, Mikhail softly pulls one of Angelique's feet into his grasp, holding it gently as his fingers work into the heel of her foot. "You see, I'm not as bad as you think I am." He says casually, his fingers slowly massaging her feet. "I only punish bad girls when they deserve it. I can be very spoiling and nice to little girls who behave and listen to orders."

Her body slightly trembling, barely noticeable to the untrained eye, Angelique's eyes flutter at the feeling of his hands slowly massaging her feet. The rough pushing against her feet by his large hands felt almost heavenly at his act of kindness. In the back of her mind, Angelique can't help but to wonder when Mikhail will turn and be cruel and dominating to her once again. 'It's only a matter of time...' She thinks to herself, her eyes locked onto his as he speaks, feeling the deep rubbing of her feet in his grasp.

"And what happens if I don't behave and follow orders?" Angelique asks, her voice shaky with fear, wondering if she should have kept her mouth shut for once.

Smiling to himself, Mikhail looks up to Angelique's face, his grip on her foot loosened as he pushes it away from him. "You don't want to do that. I have my ways of making you feel remorse for your actions."

"Do you ever feel remorse for your actions?" She asks, letting her tongue get the best of her instead of her mind. "Like kidnapping women and raping them?"

Snorting with amusement at her defiant words, Mikhail wonders whether he should punish the little insolent bitch right there and then. Sitting up in his seat, Mikhail's right hand explore Angelique's legs and stomach as a sculptor would a work of art. His hand finding her pert and ample breasts, he slowly rubs them before pulling his hand back quickly, only to bring it crashing down hard onto her breast. 




Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 03



Sharply Angelique cries out in pain, the sharp pain against her sensitive skin coursing through her body. "Your skin is so soft. I like how your tits jiggle when I slap them." He adds, giving another hard smack to her chest to add force to his words. Over Angelique's sharp cries, Mikhail speaks again. "Do I have remorse for buying you from your kidnappers? Do I have remorse for saving your life? Not at all, little one."

"Stop it you bastard!" Angelique groans out, kicking her feet hard into his chest. Not even flinching at the driving of her foot into his chest, Mikhail's smile turns to a look of indifference as he holds his hand out, having it filled in a matter of seconds with a new pair of cuffs.

Roughly his hands swipe up her feet, holding them in place in his arm as he slams the locks firmly in place to ensure she wouldn't be kicking him again so roughly. Throwing her feet down with force, Mikhail slowly rises from his seat, pushing Angelique onto her knees in front of him with a soft thud.

"You got a fucking dirty mouth." Mikhail says, wrenching the zipper of his pants open to free his growing cock from his pants. The cool air feels wonderful against his dick, no longer stuffed into his black slacks. "Maybe I need to teach you how to properly use it like the good little slut you are."

Seeing his soft dick growing rapidly in front of her only brought back the memories from the night before, being broken in and made into a woman by the very thing slowly inflating in front of her. The sight of it only makes her slick folds wetter, filling her with shame that she was actually being aroused by the sight of his enormous dick in front of her, trying to suppress the thoughts and want to please him all over again. 

Still defiant, Angelique looks him squarely in the eye, trying with all her might to avoid gazing onto his member in front of her. "Fuck you, asshole."

Sadistically smiling, Mikhail's large hands swoop down, firmly grasping her hair. Painfully Mikhail pulls her up by the long dark hair flowing from her head as he looks into her grimacing face, making light of her situation. "What's that? You want to fuck me with your ass hole? I can deal with that." Spinning her around on the spot, Mikhail roughly pushes her down into the desk, holding her down as his free hand opens a drawer in the desk to pull out a small bottle of lubricant. 

"See how nice I am? I'm going to fuck your ass like you asked." He jokes, pouring out a small amount of lube into his hand before spreading her cheeks with his hand. 

Angelique's protests and pleas fall on deaf ears as she jumps from the feeling of the cold lube being rubbed into and around her tight sphincter. "Please stop, don't, please!" Around the room, the men chuckle and laugh at her pleas for mercy. 

Paying no heed to her pleas, Mikhail's slick hand quickly greases up his hard throbbing dick with a few soft tugs. Undoing his pants as they fall around his ankles, he quickly steps forward, slowly easing his dick into Angelique's slick crack until the head is pressed firmly against her hole, threatening to slide through the muscle barrier with the slightest movement. 

"Please don't!" Angelique cries out, her small hands balling up in her cuffs, waiting for the pain to overcome her senses.

"Too late." Mikhail says over her loud cries for mercy, slowly pushing himself inside of Angelique, stopping at the crown of his dick before moving forward. 

Years of experimenting with small phallic shaped objects, such as pens and candle sticks, didn't even come close to preparing Angelique to the pain of being stretched by Mikhail's monster cock tip. Her eyes well up in tears and the stretching and tearing sensation coursing through her senses, taking the air out of her as she softly gasps for air. Somewhat thankful for his slow sinking into her orifice, Angelique's body slightly jumps upon feeling Mikhail's large, masculine hands slowly rubbing and caressing of her back, attempting to comfort her as he sinks deeper into her ass. 

Slowly sinking into Angelique's tight ass, Mikhail's left hand firmly holds onto her hips, while his right hand slowly massages her back, trying to comfort her as he stretches her tightest hole for the first time ever, knowing how painful it is for first timers. He was determined not to wreck her. 'Not yet at least.' Mikhail thinks to himself with a smile, slowly pushing deeper into Angelique. 

Bottoming out with the base of his cock buried into her tight ass, Mikhail slowly pulls his cock out in slow deep thrusts, allowing her to become accustomed to the girth of his dick stretching Angelique wide open. The heavy breathing emanating from Angelique's mouth makes Mikhail smile, knowing she's slowly liking the experience, despite what her mind might be trying to convince her. Beginning to take off his clothing, Mikhail's head turns around to the room, speaking in a casual tone to hide the lust in his voice.

"Leave us." He orders to the men standing around the room watching Angelique take her first cock in her ass as Mikhail slides off his jacket, fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt as he presses his dick as deep as he can into Angelique, pausing his thrusting to take off his shirt and jacket. Slowly filing out of the office, the men in the room turn back occasionally with wide smiles on their face, looking at the young naked girl handcuffed on the desk with her ass filled with dick. 

Not able to look at the men watching and staring at her filled with shame, Angelique's head turns to her side, pressed against the leather top of the desk and staring at the bookshelves on the wall in an attempt to retard the growing arousal between her legs. Relishing the pause of his thrusts into her body, Angelique's eyes close, trying to allow her body to relax and get used to the first ass fucking of her life. 

"Are you comfortable, Princess?" Mikhail asks softly, his fingertips continuing the slow circular motion against her back as he flexes the muscle in his dick, making it twitch in the tight insides of Angelique's body. 

"No." Angelique said, her body jumping with goose bumps at the feeling of his twitching cock as she lies through her teeth. Her body loved every minute of the experience, her cunt providing plenty of proof with the slick wetness coating her pouting labia lips. Disgusted that she was actually getting off and enjoying his games, Angelique tries without end to convince her otherwise, no matter how badly her mind was losing. 

"Just relax." Thrusting his hips hard into hers, pinning her body between him and the desk, Mikhail slowly reaches down, pulling Angelique up into a standing position. Standing behind her, his small pierced nipples on his hard smooth chest pressed tightly into her back and arms, Mikhail's right arm slowly reaches around to her neck, holding her in place as his hips begin to pound deeper into her tight ass. Huskily breathing into her ears, sending shivers down Angelique's spine, Mikhail's free hand moves to the front of her body. Slowly his hand gropes her stomach and chest, unhurriedly moving down to her achingly wet cunt as his dick plunges deeper into her ass. 

"You like this, don't you, my little pet?" Mikhail asks in a growling whisper, his fingers sliding with ease into her wet hole while his thumb rubs and strokes her throbbing clit. "All wet for Daddy, eh?"

"Yes." Angelique softly groans out with his arm held around her throat, her mind relenting to the pleasure at the feeling of his large fingers against her sensitive sex, desperately wanting more from him.

Steadily his heavy breathing increases as his thrusts become hungrier for the carnal pleasure from Angelique's tight ass. His fingers squishing and swirling in her soaking wet hole, Mikhail brings them to Angelique's mouth, shoving them hard inside to make her taste herself on his hand. "Suck Daddy's finger's clean, little slut." he grunts out, thrusting harder into her hips as his orgasm grows nearer and nearer. 

Timid at first by the thought of tasting herself, Angelique is left with no other choice as her tongue starts to swirl around Mikhail's massive digits. Swirling her tongue to collect the moisture on his fingers, Angelique is surprised to like the sweet taste of her sex on him, hungrily lapping at his fingers to devour all traces of her cunt on his fingers.

Sated with her little tongue around his fingers, Mikhail pulls out his hand, trailing saliva down her body as he drags his fingers down her skin. Finally finding the hard pearl-like clit just above Angelique's soaked cunt, Mikhail's fingers furiously rubs her clit, making Angelique gasp out in pleasurable bliss. 

"Remember what I said last night, about my little electrical toy and you asking to cum?" Mikhail huskily whispers into her ear, his hard, deep, plunging thrusts driving his dick deep inside of her tight ass as his massive forearm pressed against her neck holds her in place against him.

Gasping out from the furious rubbing of her clit, coupled with the intense, pleasurable pressure in her ass, Angelique moans out softly in a whisper, having no other choice but to ask. "Can I cum?" She rasps out, her hands reaching up to his arm around her neck, letting her nails dig into his skin as the orgasm builds without end in her body.

Without warning Mikhail's hand swats hard at Angelique's cunt, making her cry out in sharp, stinging pain. "I think you can ask with respect, little whore." He whispers into her ears, his voice permeating with animalistic hunger.

Gritting her teeth in shame and pain, Angelique gives into his demands, not wanting to experience the sharp pain on her already sore and sensitive cunt. "May I please cum, Sir?" she asks, ashamed at the words escaping her mouth. Feeling his thick digits against her wet hole makes Angelique jump in fear of another swat, only to relax as his fingers continue their slow circular motion. 

"Cum for me, little slut." Mikhail growls into her ear, his thrusts becoming more urgent and forceful as his orgasm builds to its peak.

Unable to hold back any longer, Angelique's impaled body convulses under Mikhail's arm, her body shaking with orgasmic bliss. Her cunt tightly clenches as the cum flows through her hole, soaking Mikhail's fingers inside of her as his thumb vigorously strums and rubs her hard and throbbing clit as if there was no tomorrow. Head leaning back onto Mikhail's toned shoulder, her mouth allows the soft orgasmic moans and grunts from her mouth, her warm breath tingling Mikhail's senses as it fills his ear.

Her heavy breathing into his ear is enough to send Mikhail over the edge. Pressing and pulling her body closer to his, Mikhail gives one long, deep thrust before erupting his throbbing dick deep inside of Angelique. His hot white load coat her tight clenching insides, making Angelique jump slightly in his arms at the strange and alien feeling as his dick throbs and twitches inside of her. 

Breathing heavily in orgasmic bliss, Mikhail slowly loosens his grip on Angelique's body, lowering her to the desk. A soft pop sound breaks the silence between them as Mikhail sits back in his seat, pulling his cock out of Angelique's freshly fucked asshole. Reaching down to Angelique's ankles, pulling them up to him, Mikhail's hands slowly unlock the restraints before letting them fall back to the ground.

"Not bad, Little One. What a nice little fuck you turned out to be." Mikhail says, giving a playful pat on Angelique's ass cheeks as he opens a drawer in his desk, pulling out a pair of panties and carefully sliding them up her soft, slender legs. "I don't want you leaking my jizz all over my marble floors."

Lying there, feeling Mikhail's jizz slowly seeping from her stretched hole, shame and disgust fills her once again. Tears slowly well up in her eyes, feeling used and dehumanized by the man sitting behind her, admiring the little trickles of his own cum in her gaping hole before pulling up the panties over her ass. 'You even got off on that sick shit...' She thinks to herself, ashamed by her actions. 

Mikhail whistles towards the door, sliding his pants back on as the door opens. A short squat man enters the room he had been in earlier, watching the young woman being humiliated on the desk. Tossing the leash to the man in front of him, Mikhail continues the slow pace of dressing. "Where's Nikolai?" Mikhail inquiringly asks, knowing he wanted his most trusted man to handle his new toy for him.

"There was a situation he went to deal with in Sloughton with one of the businesses." The squat man says, his voice thick with a Slavic accent.

His eyes searching the man in front of him, almost unwilling to trust the stranger with his prized possession, Mikhail shrugs it off as he buttons his shirt. "I'll see you tonight at dinner, Princess." He says softly, leaning forward to plant a kiss on her silently crying face before the man leads her out of the office, out of sight.

~~~~~

Tugging Angelique roughly out of the office, Angelique puts up no fight, her mind feeling broken as she's led to the front of the house, towards the grand elegant staircase in front of the door. The ounce of fight left in her felt shattered by his treatment and her thoughts. She was ashamed and disgusted in her body and the back of her mind that loved his treatment, his fucking, his touch as he held her close to him and violated her hole.

Surprisingly they pause at the foot of the stairs as the man reaches into his pocket for his cell phone. Opening it, he laughs out loud at the text message as his stubby fingers press the buttons into the phone slowly. 

A cold breeze snaps Angelique out of her stupor as she stands and waits for the man with the leash. Looking around quickly, her heart leaps at the sight of the two large doors wide open, the cool air making the curtains dance, taunting her, the smell of freedom so close. Quickly her eyes turn back to the squat man holding her back, texting away with no attention paid to Angelique. 'It's now or never...' She thinks to herself, knowing this would be her only time to escape the hellish nightmare.

Feet and legs shaking softly, Angelique turns towards the man standing in front of her. Swiftly her right leg flies up between his legs. Finding her target perfectly, the man immediately slumps over in pain, his hand letting go of the leash as Angelique takes off.

Running as fast as she can with the leash dangling behind her, the fresh air hits her nostrils a she runs out of the house. Taking no time to bask in the warmth of the sun hitting her naked skin, the feeling of freedom, Angelique makes a beeline towards the woods by the house, knowing if she can make it there, it will be all over, the nightmare will be over.



Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 04



(Author's Note: I'm sorry for the delay in getting this up. I've had a lot of personal problems lately in my life that have delayed me in getting the time to sit down and write. I hope you all enjoy, and as with all of my stories, all characters ARE 18 years of age or older.)

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Running as fast as she can with the leash dangling behind her, the fresh air hits her nostrils a she runs out of the house. Taking no time to bask in the warmth of the sun hitting her naked skin, the feeling of freedom, Angelique makes a beeline towards the woods by the house, knowing if she can make it there, it will be all over, the nightmare will be over.

With all the possible speed she could muster out of her legs, Angelique finally reaches the edge of the thick woods. Despite the pain in her shoulder from her hands still being cuffed behind her back, along with the shortness of breath from her flight from the mansion, she doesn't stop for a minute, pushing herself on through the pain, the thought of freedom and justice the driving force.

The soft mud squishes under her feet, rising between her toes as she trudges through the forest, her senses pealed for any sign of being chased. Breathing heavily with exhaustion, Angelique can't help but to think of being free from the nightmare. Deep down inside, she's jumping for joy, letting her sore and aching body carry her through the woods quickly.

After a few moments, sated with how far she's gotten in the woods, Angelique slowly moves to a large tree. Placing her body against the hard wood, the rough bark scraping against her back didn't faze her as she lets her body slide down the tree, leaning back against it to relax and catch her breath for a moment. Happiness is the only emotion running through her body. She even cracks a smile as she sits on the cool mossy ground in front of the tree. 

She was free and there was nothing stopping her now.

Yet, all of her happiness and joy comes crashing down in an instant. The distant whining and roaring of motorized dirt bikes makes Angelique's hair stand on end with widen eyes as big as saucers. 

Overcome with a variety of emotions, a real, raw, and unyielding fear grips her mind in a heartbeat. Panicking, Angelique's cuffed hands help her numb body up, pushing herself away from the tree as the whining of the motor bikes draws steadily closer. It's a harsh reminder that she was not safe yet. 

Hurriedly Angelique runs away from the spot that had allowed her the brief luxury of relaxation, running further and deeper into the dark depths of the forest. Branches hanging from the trees scrape and cut into her skin as her feet, tired and worn out, carry her onward. Adrenaline and the warm feeling of freedom from the hellish nightmare are the only things driving her weakened famine-racked fragile body through the dense forest.

A sudden and close by whine of one of the bikes in the distance behind her makes Angelique jump in fear. In the back of her mind, she knows they're catching up to her, despite what her heart wants desperately to believe. Turning around quickly, her eyes scan the forest, desperately trying to find her chasers. There's nothing but trees and sunlight in her vision, with the humming of the motor bikes steadily drawing nearer and nearer to her with each passing second. 

Spotting a hollowed out alcove in the base of a nearby tree, just large enough for one person, Angelique makes a beeline towards it, flinging her body into the small area and rolling around in the leaves, trying to cover her body from view. Lying as still as she ever has, Angelique quietly lays in the pile of leaves in the small alcove in the trunk of the large tree, waiting for the guards to come and go quickly, in the hopes of still being able to elude them and make it to the highway. Gently tears roll down her dirty face as Angelique wonders and questions whether she'll live to see the end of the day today.

The panic and fear in her body rises tenfold as the whining of a motor bike comes and stops only a few feet away from her little hiding spot. A man, dressed in all black, with a matching black motorcycle helmet and submachine gun hanging from a strap on his shoulder gets off of the motor bike only feet away from his prey. The rustling of leaves and sticks are the only sound in the woods as he walks around, scanning the woods around him. 

Gruffly his hand plunges inside his black leather jacket, pulling out a walkie-talkie. In hushed, angry tones the man talks in an eastern European accent, arguing in a hushed voice with whoever was on the other end. His hands soon place the walkie-talkie back into his jacket, cursing under his breath in the foreign accent about being sent on a wild goose chase about the Boss's whore as he climbs onto his bike and again speeds off through the woods.

~~~~~

For hours Angelique lies as still as possible in the dirt and leaves. The thought and dread of being caught by the heavily armed men grips her body, not making her want to move until nightfall. Adrenaline in her veins won't allow her the luxury of rest or napping as she lies there. Her mind keeps reminding her of the last time that happened, being snapped out of her relaxed state by the sound of the men on motor bikes.

Slowly the bright day turns to nightfall, fresh rain slowly fAngeliqueng through the trees. Welcoming the rain as a way of cleansing her body of the filth covering her, Angelique's eyes gradually tighten, knowing the time to move out is quickly approaching.

Angelique's weary and sore body slowly move a few minutes after the rain begins to fall. Her arms feel numb from being cuffed behind her back for so long, wishing they had taken them off before her flight from the nightmare. Peering around the trees, looking for any sign of anyone in the woods, the rain's soft tapping against the leaves prevent her from listening for the motor bikes as her feet slowly carry her away from the makeshift shelter. 

Quietly with soft footsteps, Angelique walks through the woods. The mud squishes and molds her footprint as she slowly trudges through the woods. Her mind races with thoughts, hoping they would call off the search and give up looking for her in the woods. It seemed like forever to her since the eventful morning. As the skies darken, making the woods even more eerie than before, Angelique welcomes it, thankful for the extra protection from being seen.

Suddenly the muddy ground beneath Angelique's feet gives way. Trying not to scream or cry out in fear of being heard by the riding hunters, she slides down the muddy embankment quickly, landing in even more mud from the storm. 'Just great...' Angelique thinks to herself, her backside completely covered with mud and dirt. 

The very first thing Angelique notices as her eyes reluctant open is how her surroundings have changed so dramatically. Before, even in the darkened woods, she could tell how thick it was in front of her. Now as she sits up in the mud bed, her heart leaps at the thought of open space. With new found energy Angelique rolls and struggles in the mud, trying to get up without the assistance of her bruised, sore, cuffed hands behind her wrists.

Timidly she walks forward, afraid that this is all just a trap. Torn between leaving the shrouding, dense woods, and entering the wide open clearing, Angelique takes a deep breath before taking the small steps forward.

A hard, smooth surface is under her feet as she takes a few steps, leaving the mud. Immediately her eyes fly down to the ground, her heart leaping at the sight of black asphalt. Standing in the rain on the side of the road, tears of happiness slowly run down her dirty face. For the first time in what seemed like a lifetime, Angelique feels unrivaled levels of joy at the road, knowing that civilization cannot be far away. 

Slowly she begins walking down the road, her tired and exhausted feet carrying her. 'It's so dark...' Angelique thinks to herself, trying to see any signs in front of her, anything to give her an idea of where she is and how far away she is. Looking out far down the road, her eyes widen at the sight of small lights coming down the road, the answer to her prayers. 

~~~~~

The young Officer John Palmer silently drove down the dark and quiet road along the private woods as the rain gently came down. The long night shifts in this area of the city and suburbs seemed like punishment to almost all of the other officers on the force, but Palmer loved it. Instead of hating the long hours with seemingly no action at all like the other officers, Palmer enjoyed the quiet idleness of it all. Not to mention the extra money he was getting. It seemed like the perfect job for him, and he loved every minute of it.

A small silhouette of a human figure in the road in front of him makes him more alert. Slowly bringing the car to a stop, his hands grab the long brimmed trooper hat as his eyes never leave the practically naked, muddy woman standing in front of his car's headlights, running to his car door. Getting out quickly, he wastes no time in walking up to the sobbing and disheveled, naked woman in front of him. 

"What the hell is going on, Ma'am?" Officer Palmer asks, running towards her as he strips off his jacket, throwing it on her as he leads her closer to the police cruiser.

"Kidnapped... Raped... Please help me..." Angelique cries out softly, her voice cracked and shaking as the officer pulls the jacket around her naked chest, the first thing to cover her body in what felt like ages.

Gently Officer Palmer leads her to the back of his cruiser, allowing her to lay down in the warm interior of the car as he closes and locks the door behind her. This was the part of the job he hated, yet the reason he chose to work this shift in this part of town. Hesitantly his hand reaches into his pants pocket to pull out his cell phone, dialing the number that would call his other Boss, the one that paid him so well to be the janitor of his messes and accidents.

"Is He missing something?" Palmer asks, doing away with the pleasantries as he gruffly speaks into the phone. 

There is a short pause before the voice changes on the other end, another person speaks. "Where is my little pet?" The voice asks in soft tones, masking the light tinge of anger in his voice.

"In the back of my cruiser, soaked and filthy... Where do you want me to bring her?" Palmer asks with a heavy heart.

"Bring her back home, John. I have a nice, thick envelope sitting right here in front of my desk with your name on it when you bring her here."

The line goes dead at the end of his words. Shaking his head as he knows full well what will happen to her, what always happens to the ones that run away, Officer John Palmer quietly walks back to his car. Trying not to make a sound to disturb the woman lying quietly in the back of his seat, he slides in seamlessly into the front seat of his car and starts down the dark, eerie road along the intimidating dark woods.

"Thank you so much for saving me, Officer..." Angelique softly coos in between the sobs of relief and joy.

Palmer's insides turn over as his eyes clench shut. He had hoped she would have been asleep, or at the very least silent in the car. It pains him so much to hear her soft, fright-laced words, especially knowing he had to take her back to the hell she had fought to escape from.

Yet, he had no choice but to deliver her back to her Master. It was Mikhail the Russian, as he had been known within the Station, which saved his family from the streets and made sure that he passed the Officer's Exam. He owed his life to the Boss and John knew it. If he didn't do it, John also knows that he would have to answer to the Boss.

"Yeah..." Officer Palmer replies curtly in a soft tone, wishing to avoid having to talk more to the girl he was to bring back. "Try to sleep... We'll be there soon..." 

Silent moments pass through the car as it winds up and down the winding road. Every quiet moment is a relief to John, unable to hear the poor girl's voice without feeling absolutely miserable about himself. 'It's not like I have a choice...' He thinks to himself every time he looks back into his rearview mirror. 

Finally the car pulls down the rocky, dirt road leading off the winding road to the large Mansion in the hills. The sudden transition from pavement to dirt makes Angelique's eyes slowly widen, making her rise from the bench in the back of the car. Her mind races with dreadful thoughts, hoping that what she was thinking was not reality.

"Where are you taking me?" Angelique asks timidly, looking around the dark surroundings outside the car.

Closing his eyes at her question, Officer Palmer reluctantly answers her, his voice filled with sadness. "I'm sorry, but I don't have a choice..." 

"No..." she cries out, Angelique's head shifting back and forth between the windows as fear grips her body and mind. "No! No! No! Please, I'll do anything you want!!! Please don't take me there again!!!"

Ignoring her pleas and begging, Officer Palmer continues up the dark drive leading to the Mansion. Remaining silent as he possibly could as Angelique's cries and sobs fill the car, the police cruiser slowly pulls up in front of the cold looking mansion, a handful of guards already standing outside waiting for the Boss's precious pet in the back of the car.

As soon as the police car stops, the doors on either end of the back seat fly open in a fury. Immediately numerous hands reach into the back seat. Despite Angelique's fearful screams and kicking, the guards reaching into the car roughly grab and pull her out of the car. She lands hard on the rough rocky gravel of the drive way. Not allowing her any comfort, the angry men yank Angelique up to her feet by her hair, letting the coat fall to the ground as they drag her up the stone steps leading to the house.

Standing on the front porch of the castle stands Mikhail. Under an umbrella held by one of the bodyguards, he can't help but to smile at her rebellious streak. She even surprised him with how long she lasted in the woods and evaded the hunters. 'I might have to keep this one for a while longer...' he thinks to himself as the men drag her by her arms past him into the massive mansion. 

Walking in behind the group of men dragging and carrying Angelique's fighting and writhing body into the mansion, Mikhail turns to the bodyguard that was holding the umbrella, dressed in a nicer suit than all of the other bodyguards. "Knock her out for a little while. I'm not ready to dispose of this one yet."

"Yes Boss." The man says in a thick, dripping Russian accent as he closes and places the umbrella into a small stand by the door.

Saying nothing to his third-in-command, Mikhail walks back down the halls towards his office, watching with mild amusement as the men drag her downstairs to the dungeon-like basement. Walking into the dimly lit office, he turns towards his desk. As he relax into his seat, his hands rummage through the pile of papers on the desk while Officer Palmer walks into the room, nervous to be inside the wolf's den.

Tossing a large manila envelope towards the front of the desk, Mikhail rests back into his seat. "One thousand dollars for your troubles..." he says bluntly in a soft tone, watching the timid looking officer standing in front of him. Their eyes never leave each other's as Palmer walks to the desk, snatching the envelope before slowly retreating. He hated being close and around the monster, and now was no different.

"You going to kill her like all the other girls that ran away?" Palmer asks nervously, the small courage in him growing at the question.

Pausing at the question, a small grin comes across his face. "I've done enough killing today. But when I'm done with her tonight, she's going to be wishing she was dead."

Eyes shutting in horror at what possibly could be coming the young woman's way, Officer Palmer quickly walks out of the office before his mouth got him a place down in the basement alongside the girl. He walks down the hallway as fast as he can, ignoring the stares and glances from the Russian men as he storms out of the house.

~~~~~

"LET ME GO!!! PLEASE!!!" Angelique screams at the top of voice as the two large men drag her down the stairs into the dark basement by her arms. 

They remain silent as the pull her down the stairs into the dark depths of the Mansion. Lights weren't needed as they pull her into the center of the room. Having done this over and over again, they had come to known what some of the men called "The Dungeon" like the back of their hands. Roughly they stand Angelique up in the center of the room, using the light from the upstairs shining down from the stairwell to un lock her hand cuffs from behind her back, only to chain her wrists to the shackles from the ceiling.

Soon the two men step back away from her restrained body as the sounds of heavy footsteps come down the stairwell. Straining her neck to see what was going to happen now, all Angelique can see is the shadow of a man walking down the stairs behind her. Fearful about what is going to happen to her, Angelique speaks with alarm in her voice.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she asks.

"Letting you sleep a little till the Boss comes down to deal with you." One of the Russian men says as he jabs the needle into Angelique's ass cheeks.

Jumping back in pain and surprise at the piercing of the syringe into her flesh, Angelique's body writhes in the shackles in attempt to attack whoever was behind her. Soon her arms and legs become heavy the drugs coursing through her veins. Now it was a fight against the effects of the drugs instead of the men behind her restrained body until finally the drug-induced exhaustion takes over her senses and places her in a dreamless sleep in the shackles above her head.

~~~~~

Hours pass by as Mikhail sits alone in his office. Quietly he attends to the various business matters. He likes the quiet and darkness of working at night. There was no one standing in the room with him to bother and pester him. It was just so serene to be alone at night where he had all the time in the world to be alone and think to himself, no one there to influence his thoughts or dealings in the dirty business that was the criminal underworld.

After a while, when it's well past midnight, he slowly rises from his desk. His eyes hurting from reading the papers on his desk, he quietly strolls out of the library-like office, deciding it would be better and much more fun to deal with another problem in his basement. 

Walking down the empty and deserted hallway, he comes to the large and heavy door leading to the basement. Unlocking the locks with a smile on his face, he can't help but to be amused as to what is going to happen to his little pet in his Little Shop of Horrors. Heavy footsteps fill the basement as he walks down the wooden stairs. The sounds are met with the rustling and clinging sounds of chains moving. It had been hours since Angelique had been brought down here, and undoubtedly the small, weak tranquilizer had run it's course.

"Who's there?" Angelique asks timidly, her voice groggy from the effects of the drug.

"Your Master." Mikhail says in a stern tone as he flips on a small light switch at the landing of the stairwell, turning on a dim light hanging from the ceiling inches away from Angelique's shackled wrists. As the light comes on, a gentle humming could be heard from the air ducts above them.

The dim light sheds little light in the basement, causing Angelique's eyes to shut in pain from the light. "How many fucking times are you going to drug me, you bastard?" She asks groggily, letting her head hang as her eyes slowly open upon hearing Mikhail move in front of her. Angelique's loud, deafening scream fills the room as her eyes widen looking down at the floor. Her eyes lock onto the rather large puddle of blood on the floor, flying back to her body to see if she was the source of the blood.




Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 04



"Relax!" Mikhail yells over the screaming with his back turned to Angelique as he stands at the table at the far end of the room in front of her.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?!?" Angelique screams at Mikhail at the top of her voice, her head trying to look over her body to see if they did something to her while she was knocked out. 

Turning back to face her, Mikhail idly twirls a heavy duty chain in his hands as he slowly walks closer to her, avoiding the blood as he nears Angelique. "You think I'd let the fucking moron who let you get away get off the hook easily?" He asks as he walks behind her. Swiftly his hands cuff her ankles together with heavy ankle restraints before she could react and kick him. The sound of the chain being connected to another lock on the ceiling of the basement behind Angelique frays her nerves as she tries to see what he's doing. 

Hanging the chain from the ceiling, a lock on the hanging end at level with the small of Angelique's back, Mikhail quickly pulls up on the ankle cuffs. In a matter of seconds he locks it all together, making Angelique look as if she were kneeling in mid air, hanging from her wrists and ankles.

"I took from him the weakness you used against him." Mikhail says as he makes his way back to the table, paying no heed to the sounds of discomfort from Angelique as he pulls the table under her, not wanting to break his little pet's arms. "He won't be having any kids... ever."

"You're a sick fuck, you know that?" She says defiantly, the small burning fire of bravery inside of her growing as she sees him walk over to the wall in the shadows of the room. "I can't wait to see you fucking go down. You think I'm your bitch? Just wait till you go to prison, bastard. Then we'll see who the bitch is."

A loud, sudden whapping against the table makes Angelique stop speaking any more. Her eyes watch intently with panic in her body the thick looking piece of bamboo, almost thick as a cane, now resting against the metal table supporting her pointed knees. Slowly her eyes travel up the stick to Mikhail's arm and finally to his face, watching the raw fury burn in his eyes.

"You know what I do to pathetic little sluts like you who try to run away?" He asks, the fire burning in his voice as the faint Russian accent starts to form in his voice. "I chain them to the bathroom in the barracks so my men can use them like a porn magazine, then when they've become useless and loose, they end up out back, buried in the hedge maze out there."

Angelique's eyes watch Mikhail's intently, listening to every word of his threat with fear. In one of those rare moments, she's afraid to speak her mind, not knowing what the psychopath in front of her would do to her if pushed hard enough. Her body shakes with panic as the thick bamboo slowly trails against her skin as Mikhail walks around her.

Without warning Mikhail furiously swats the stick against the underside of Angelique's breast. His lips gently curl into a smile at the sights and sounds of the pain from her body as she writhes in the chains, banging her knee caps against the metal table. 

"OWWW!!!" Angelique cries out from the stinging pain in her pert and sensitive breasts. "WHAT THE FUCK?!?"

His only response to her question is another hard whack against her body. Not allowing Angelique the time to recover from the pain, Mikhail furiously flogs her body for minutes. The motion of his hands is like a person attacking a large patch of weeds as the bamboo endlessly swats against her chest. 

"Think you've had enough punishment for running away, Little Girl?" Mikhail asks condescendingly as he rubs the stick against her bright red nipples, bringing the stick down hard once again to add emphasis to his words. 

"Y-y-yes..." Angelique moans out in pain. Tears of pain and agony gently roll down her face from her clenched eyelids, unable to look at her bright red and painful chest. 

Smiling softly, Mikhail walks behind her, once again dragging the stick against her flesh to fill her with more dread of what's to come. "Too bad. I don't think you have. You're nowhere near done with your punishment."

Shaking in her chains, Angelique's body twitches at the sound of more punishment. She didn't know how much more whacks her now blood red chest could take. "Wh-what are you going to d-do to me?"

"Oh, a little of this..." He says, adding a hard whack of the stick against the underside of her left foot. Pausing a second, he adds another furious blow to her opposite foot. "...a little of that. We're going to be playing all night long, Little One. Every time you pass out from exhaustion or pain, I'll just double the amount of time it takes you to wake up and take it out on your body." 

Angelique's small hands tightly gripped the chains as Mikhail spoke. It's moments like this that scared her. The raw, sadistic side to him made her cringe in fear. "You really think I'd want to stay here with you? You disgust me." She says softly as the courage slowly built within, her voice shaking in undeniable fear and anger as the tears flowed harder down her face.

"You don't get it do you?" Mikhail asks, the anger and frustration evident in his voice as he rains the bamboo rod hard against the underside of her feet. "I-*Whap!*-FUCKING-*Whap*-OWN-*Whap!*YOU-*Whap!*"

Giving her another last furiously hard smack on the underside of her foot, the swatting sound drowns Angelique's cries. Quietly Mikhail moves back to the table in the corner, dropping the stick before moving to the dark shadowy wall beside her. 

"You know, you have a real filthy fucking mouth for a slut." Mikhail growls. His hands slowly turn a knob on the wall in the shadows, making a low humming sound. With soft footsteps he walks back in front of her under the light, holding in his hand a spray gun connected to a hose. "Maybe I should clean it out?" He asks, pointing the hose right into her face before squeezing the trigger to release the freezing cold water.

The icy cold jet of water hit her squarely in the mouth and nose. No matter what she tried to do, Angelique can't escape the freezing water in her face. Every time she tries to open her mouth to scream or plead, Mikhail aims the hose closer to her mouth, making her swallow some of the icy water. Having enough fun, he pulls the hose's blast away from her as he releases the trigger. Walking up to her, his face is smiling widely, his eyes burning with a sadistic passion.

"Had enough yet?" Mikhail asked, lifting his hand up to toy with her wet, dark locks. "This basement used to be a meat cellar you know? It would get so cold down here at night with the thick stones below ground. In the summer, it does get a little warmer, but the air conditioning vents make it freezing year round."

Angelique says nothing as she hanged awkwardly from the ceiling, keeping her head down low to avoid his gaze. Her body felt like it was an ice cube with the freezing water, yet with it off of her, the cold air felt like daggers piercing her flesh to the bone.

Stepping back with a soft smile, Mikhail twirls the hose in his hand, slowly letting it slip to the spray gun in his grip. "I didn't think so either. Besides, I don't care what you want." He says coldly, spraying the gun across her body, trying to get every inch of her soaked with the icy waters.

"Oh look..." He says with a wide grin, chuckling softly as he pointed the nozzle right at Angelique's cunt, letting the cold waters against her sensitive sex. Angelique's blood curdling screams echo through the room at the ice cold feeling between her legs. "... You're all wet for me. How sweet of you my little pet..."

"PLEASE STOP THIS!!!" Angelique cries out in cold agony, her lips blue from the freezing temperatures.

With a sick, sadistic smile Mikhail points the nozzle once again in Angelique's face. "Yeah? You want me to stop? I can't hear you?"

"YES!!!" She cries out, the cold water being poured into her mouth muffles her words as she fruitlessly tries to avoid it.

Chuckling softly with amusement, Mikhail slowly releases the trigger while lowering the spray gun. He knew she had to be freezing in the basement. The soft chatter of her teeth from her purple lips filled him with amusement as he saw her freezing. Mikhail felt no remorse for Angelique. She had put herself in this mess by running away.

Nodding over towards the wall on Angelique's right, Mikhail subtly points out the door under the stairs, thick iron bars. "That used to be freezer. Some of the other girls wouldn't last through the night with the cold air and soaked bodies. I wonder how long you're going to last tonight. It's almost worth sitting in this room and watching you slowly freeze to death for thinking you could escape my grasp."

The fear in Angelique peaks at the sound of his words. Her bones felt like glass with the coldness encasing her soaked body. She didn't want to imagine how cold it would be in the freezer. "N-n-no!" She tries to cry out, her voice broken and shaking with the cold. "I'm-m s-s-s-sor-ry."

"Hmpf." Mikhail grunts as he walks over to the table, kicking it out from under her in one swift kick. The groaning from her chattering lips over the awkward stress on her back and knees is like music to his ears as walks over to the wall. Flipping another switch, the sound of a mechanical device can be heard as Angelique is slowly lowered from the ceiling. "I spent all day worrying about you, all night punishing you, cutting into my sleep, and all you could say is sorry? Pathetic."

His warm hands barely grazed her cold ankles. Just inches away and he can feel the freezing cold from her sore feet, calloused and bruised from the lashing from the bamboo rod. "Looks like I'm going to have that bed to myself tonight. Maybe I'll let the fire burn tonight since I'm a little chilled from being down here with you." He says coldly, fucking with her mind as he unshackles her ankles.

"P-p-lease... I'l-l d-do an-nny thing..." She whispers softly through her clattering mouth. For the first time since she had been there, she actually wanted to lay in the same bed with him. 

Barely able to contain the smartass smirk on his face, Mikhail stands in front of Angelique, his stiffening cock in the slacks right in her face as he starts to unshackle her wrists. Slowly he his hips subtly grind into her face, rubbing his throbbing warm piece of flesh as he finally frees her. Mikhail knows he has nothing to fear from her, her body would undoubtedly be sluggish and weak from the intense torture and freezing body temperature. 

As he stepped away, opening the wide cage door for her, Mikhail stares down at her with a look of amusement on his face. "Why should I allow you the privilege of my bed?"

"M-my m-mouth a-and cunt a-nd ass, S-sir..." She struggles to get out, knowing what he wanted to hear, thinking it would even warm her body to be in bed with another person. "I-I've learn-ed my l-esso-n."

Keeping his soft smirk on his face, Mikhail slowly walks away from the open cell door, squatting down in front of Angelique. His hand reaches and grazes her face, toying with the wet locks fallen in front of her face. "You know, you're lucky I liked you enough to buy you such a high price. Otherwise you would have had a bullet between your head long ago... Next time you try that, I'll take both of your feet from you and make sure you never walk again."

Her eyes wide with fear, trembling not only with coldness but also panic at the sight of the seriousness in Mikhail's eyes, Angelique slowly nods her understanding, ready to be warmed no matter how.

Softly Mikhail chuckles to himself at Angelique's nodding, thinking it must kill her to give herself to him just to sleep in a bed. Bending over, Mikhail slowly pulls Angelique's tortured body up, placing her over his shoulder as he carries her up the stairs. 

Carrying her up the stairs, Mikhail can't help but to think about why he was doing this instead of forcing her to spend the night in the cell below. Of course he wasn't going to let her freeze to death down there. She was too valuable to him to let die. Yet there was something else that was making him show kindness to her, something he never felt before with the other girls he had owned before.

In only a brief matter of minutes Mikhail was at the master bedroom door, kicking the two large doors open with his feet as he enters with Angelique lying against his shoulder. His feet slowly carry them over to the large bear skin rug sitting in front of the roaring fire place. Carefully he lays her out atop of the rug. Stepping back, he watches as she curled herself up on the carpet, trying to get all of the warmth as she could as he begins to undress in the dark corner of the room, the fire the only source of light in the dark, elegant bedroom.

Angelique lays out on the bear skin motionless, hugging her body as the heat from the fire blazes over her skin. Her mind feels numb with the coldness, slowly warming and thinking straighter with each passing second of the heat. Slowly Angelique begins moving her small hands against her arms, rubbing and caressing them to capture more warmth in her body. For the first time in days, she felt peaceful, at ease with reality on the comfortable rug in the front of the fire. 

Standing naked behind her, Mikhail quietly watched with soft amusement as Angelique lies on the carpet, timidly moving her limbs after a few minutes in front of the flames. "I'll be waiting." He says softly in a low whisper, walking over to the bed and climbing under the covers to sit and watch the young girl, not much older than eighteen, lying out on the animal skin rug, trying to get warm from the torture session.

The warm, hot heat from the fire feels amazing to Angelique as she lies out on the carpet, slowly moving to a sitting position. Sitting alone on the carpet, her legs held close to her, she could feel his eyes watching her from the bed, staring intently at her back. She kept wondering to herself why he would show such kindness after practically beating her body with strong bamboo rods and ice cold water in practically a freezer.

Her head slowly turns towards the bed, eyeing the thick blankets with its warm fluffiness. Seeing him watching her, with a smirk on his face, Angelique quickly snaps her head away, staring into the fire. Deep down inside of her, she had hoped he would have been asleep, but it's no use. She knows he won't sleep until she gives into the thing she so desperately wants.

Slowly, Angelique crawls to the bed, her feet aching too much to stand. She could already feel the welts on her feet growing, and just the subtle movements on the carpet told her she wouldn't be walking tonight. Watching her crawl over to the bed, Mikhail slowly scoots over to allow her room beside him, but not very much. He was going to make her lay right next to her monster.

Begrudgingly Angelique climbs onto the bed next to Mikhail. The bittersweet feeling of feeling his warm body against hers under the warm covers was too powerful to resist. She wants and needs the warmth so badly; she'll do anything for it, even if it means climbing into the bed with her torturer. Her body tensed at the feeling of his warm, thick digits reaching around to her front, slowly sinking into her sensitive cunt.

"Wh-whhat..." She begins, only to be interrupted by Mikhail.

"Just shut up and relax." He growls into her ear in a low whisper, his fingers slowly working in and out of her sore labia lips.

Softly Angelique's eyes close as Mikhail's fingers slowly explore her tight cunt. The soft movements of his fingers slowly warm her body with lust, building the fire deep inside of her thighs. Feeling his thick, warm fingers sliding in and out of her tight sex makes Angelique's dark eyes flutter softly, wanting this more than she would ever admit. He could feel her tight cunt slowly loosen with wetness as his finger gently push deeper inside of her, softly massaging her velvety insides with his thick digits. Gently Mikhail leans forwards, planting a soft kiss on the back of Angelique's neck as his fingers rub a little harder into her slick folds. 

Keeping his hand on her soft mound, rubbing gently the soft, pink flesh, Mikhail reaches across from her. His free hand rummages through the nightstand, finally pulling out a small bottle of lubricant and pulling it back to him. Putting a few drops onto his fingers as Angelique lays against him, Mikhail slowly inserts them between Angelique's ass cheeks until finally pushing into her small, tight ass hole.

Immediately Angelique jumps, her body tense at the feeling of being invaded by his fingers, coated in the cold liquid lubricant. Mikhail's hand comes down on her body gently, holding her in place as his fingers slowly slide in and out of her tight hole. "Stay still." Mikhail says, his fingers making her tight entrance slick with lube before pulling out. 

Squirting sounds from the bottle of lube make Angelique's eyes widen, trying to look back at Mikhail as he rubs the lube on his hands all over his hardened and throbbing dick. "Please don't." Angelique pleads, looking at his eyes from over her shoulder.

"Do I need to remind you again of who owns your body?" Mikhail says, lying on his side while stroking his greased up dick. "I can easily have a whore brought up here while you freeze in the basement."

Eyes welling up with tears, Angelique's head turns back to her side, resting on the pillow as her eyes stare into the fire, looking for a distraction from the pain. A sharp gasp escapes her lips as Mikhail's massive, muscular forearm slides under and curls around her neck, filling her with panic as his thick, greased up cock tip presses against her tight sphincter.

"Like I said..." Mikhail says, his mouth inches away from her ears, as his dick slowly sinks into her body, making his forearm tighten around her neck to hold her in place. "Just shut up and relax."

Angelique winces at the sharp pain shooting through her body as Mikhail's dick slowly and painstakingly sinks deeper into her body, filling her senses with a warm pain. Her hands grip his forearm, digging her nails into his tough skin as her eyes clench tighter. 

The deeper Mikhail goes into Angelique, the tighter the pressure on his massive crown until finally bottoming out inside of her little rosebud. His hips burrow, paying little heed to Angelique's soft cries of mercy as he pushes his thighs tightly against the soft curves of her ass. Pressed tightly against her, Mikhail doesn't even have to move to feel immense pleasure from the grip of her body around his thick shaft. Slowly his left hand drapes itself over Angelique's body, gently rubbing her stomach as he breaths heavily into her ear. Pushing into her was a strenuous, yet pleasurable ordeal for him. He can hardly imagine how it feels for her.

"Fuck..." Angelique pants out, painful tears gently rolling down her face as he finally bottoms out, feeling his hips pressed tightly against hers. No amount of fingering could have prepared her for the sheer size and girth of Mikhail's dick pressed deeply inside of her.

Smiling softly at her reaction, Mikhail keeps his dick buried deep in her bottom, not moving his member to allow her a little time to adjust to the intense pain. "You're going to love having your ass filled by me." Mikhail whispers into her ear, full of lust as his hand gently trails down her stomach, back to her wet hole and throbbing clit, slowly rubbing it as he finally moves his dick in side of her.

Mikhail's hand presses tightly against her slick folds, gently pushing her hard down his member. Softly grinding himself inside of Angelique's ass, a soft gasp of pleasure escapes Mikhail's lips at the overwhelming tightness incasing his cock. Letting out a soft chuckle against the back of her neck, he can feel the increase in wetness under his hand at the gentle grinding of his dick inside of her, slowly pulling out to give her short, shallow strokes as his fingers gently rub her throbbing clit. 




Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 04



Sweat slowly poured off of their bodies, the hot passionate air all around them as their moist bodies pressed against each other. The chill in Angelique's bones feels like nothing now as Mikhail's finger gently slide inside of her cunt while his thumb rhythmically matches the thrusts of his thighs driving his hot, throbbing dick deep into her body. Moans gently escape her lips as Mikhail leans forward, kissing and biting on the nape of her neck, filling her senses with heightened pleasure and arousal, not caring if the man that's giving it all to her is the monster that tortured and beat her body not that long ago. 

Angelique's silken walls slowly begin to tighten, moaning louder than before as her orgasmic wave builds in her, driving Mikhail's dick deeper inside of her with small grinds of her hips against his. Sensing what's coming, Mikhail's fingers slowly pick up the pace, rubbing furiously as his hips pound a little harder into her ass.

"You better ask this time." Mikhail growls into her ear, his voice filled with lust as he slowly licks her ear, toying with her senses. "If you don't, I'll keep my promise about electrocuting every little nerve in your cunt so you will never feel a thing down there again."

Shaking her head in full understanding, not wanting to suffer that pain, Angelique turn her head towards Mikhail. Unable to hold off much longer, she looks into his eyes, feeling a little shameful at her question. "May I please cum, Sir?"

Chuckling at her words, Mikhail's hips pump harder into her tight hole. He knows it must kill her rebellious spirit to ask permission for something her body so desperately wants. "Cum, my little slut... Cum for me..." He passionately growls, feeling his own orgasm coming closer with each deep thrust of his hips.

Angelique's moans become more passionate at his words, unable to explain why her body seemed to become even more turned on, if at all possible, at his command. Her groans and moans fill the hot air, scented heavily with sex as she cums hard. The tight wetness of her cunt clamp down on his fingers inside of her as the orgasm rushes over her senses, gushing her passionate juices over her bare thighs and his masculine hand. 

The sight of her in the heavy throws of orgasmic bliss is enough to push Mikhail into his. His arm grips tighter around her neck, practically choking her as his hips give one last powerful, deep thrust into Angelique's ass. The tightness around his dick is too much for his senses, making his dick sputter his hot cum deep into her ass. Breathing heavily into Angelique's ear, his dick finally slows its intense throbbing and convulsing, his cum emptied out into her tight hole.

Slowly Mikhail lets go of his grip around Angelique's neck, letting her breath deeply in gasps as he lies back onto his back. The soft pop of his dick leaving her tight ass breaks the silence between their heavy breathing. Catching his breath from the intense orgasm, Mikhail's hands reach over for Angelique's head, grabbing a fist full of her hair to turn her body facing towards him despite her soft cries of pain.

"What do you say?" He asks, looking at her face as he pulls her close to him.

Angelique looks up to him, her body feeling sore and abused, her mind hating herself for enjoying the sick man's touch. Fearful over what he may do over her disobedience, Angelique softly speaks as she rests her head on his chest. "Thank you Sir."



Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 05



(Author's Note: I've changed it back to NonCon/Reluctance, so you can stop sending me letters, whoever you are. If you do write a comment, be a person and criticize my work, not my character. It's rude and just makes you look like an ignorant fool. This one is very short, compared to my other chapters. The last was so long and took me forever to write, and this was looking to be long too until I decided to cut it up. As with all my stories, all characters are at least eighteen (18) years old or older, and I hope you enjoy! All feedback/comments welcomed.)

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"What do you say?" He asks, looking at her face as he pulls her close to him.

Angelique looks up to him, her body feeling sore and abused, her mind hating herself for enjoying the sick man's touch. Fearful over what he may do over her disobedience, Angelique softly speaks as she rests her head on his chest. "Thank you Sir."

~~~~~

The feeling of the warm sun shining through the large windows onto his face slowly wakes Mikhail up from his orgasm educed sleep. Fluttering his eye lids, heavy with sleep, he stretches his strong body as he looks down at the young woman laying her head atop of his chest, her arm draped across his body. Angelique's long ebony locks are strewn across the upper part of his body, leading down to the soft, porcelain-like skin of her back. 

Something about her made Mikhail feel different. It was something he had never felt before with the girls he purchased. An alien emotion to him he has never felt in such a long time. It was the only reason he decided to bring her up to his room after being so disobedient and tortured under harsh conditions. Looking down her body, the sight of the welts on the bottom of her feet brought a smile to his face, thinking she got off so easy when so many had suffered and died at his hands for trying to escape the way she did. 

Carefully he moves his body out from under her, allowing her the much needed rest as the Russian man prepares for another busy day. His feet make virtually no sounds on the cold marble floor, walking over to the bathroom to shower his body clean of cum and sweat. As he stands under the warm, cascading waters, Mikhail watched through the open bathroom door his sleeping little pet, curled up under the blankets. He smiles at the thought of what he has planned for her today. Today, she will be broken; humiliated for his personal amusement, along with some of his goons.

"You better get up soon if you don't want to have my friend Olga come up and wash you again." Mikhail says as he dressed in a nicely cut suit and tie, brushing off the sleeves as he looked over at the tangled mass of blankets, sheets, and limbs. "Bad girls like that don't get to eat, and I'm guessing you're starving." 

Smiling to himself as he walks out the doorway, the sound of scuffling in the bedroom reaches his ears. 'If she wants to eat...' Mikhail thinks to himself, strolling down the stairs towards the dining room, '...she's going to have to earn it.'

The dining room table is filled with a wide assortment of food. Plates of various breakfast meals, ranging from eggs to waffles, bacon and sausages to diced fruit, are laid out across the table. Various members of Mikhail's inner circle of thugs and crime are sitting around the table, getting up as their boss enters as a sign of respect, as if this were the military. Waving them down, Mikhail walks over to his seat at the head of the table. The large, upholstered chair he sits in looks like a king's throne, out of place in the dining room with small, yet eloquent dining chairs.

"Доброе утро, Брат." (Good morning, Brother) He said to Nikolai as he walked by, clasping his hand on his shoulder as he continued towards the throne of a chair.

Sitting in his throne-like chair, Mikhail picks up the newspaper, idly listening to the small talk going on in his native tongue as he reads the paper. Reading the papers fills him with amusement at the economic articles, all doom and gloom about recession. Recessions are his busiest times. Everywhere people are looking for an escape from the harsh realities of the world, through drugs, prostitution, whatever to take their minds off of things and it all means profit for Mikhail the Russian. Even murder for hire is starting to boom, with so many disgruntled business men and women along with shareholders looking for the ultimate payback. No matter what, the Criminal Underworld would always be ripe for profit until drugs, prostitution, and murder is made legal.

After a few minutes, the noise of the random, small talk stops abruptly. Smiling to himself, Mikhail knows exactly why they've stopped as he finishes up a newspaper article before folding it down. The sight of Angelique, wrapped in one of his silk robes, makes Mikhail a little agitated. Pointing to the chair at his side with a stern look, he watches as she timidly and awkwardly walks over to the chair.

"Strange..." He says, holding out his hand as if expecting her to give him something. "I don't remember allowing you the privilege of clothing. Give it."

"But..." She says, looking around at the table of the men, sitting and watching her with a lustful hunger in their eyes. "...I'll be, naked."

Smirking softly, Mikhail keeps his hand held out for the robe. "Then you can be naked down in the dark dungeon all by yourself. You pick."

With a look of sadness and humiliation on her face, Angelique slowly strips out of the silk robe, exposing her freshly showered body as she places it into Mikhail's awaiting hands. "Good girl."

Looking at all of the food prepared and set up on the table made her stomach growl. It had felt like days since she ate anything and staring at the food only made her famine feeling grow. 

Taking a plate, Angelique slowly put food on her plate, trying to look as if she wasn't that hungry when deep inside she was absolutely starving. She didn't want to give him the sick, twisted satisfaction. Filling her plate up with a wide assortment of breakfast, Angelique sat down in the chair next to Mikhail, only to have her plate taken away by him.

"Hey!" She exclaims, looking at him as he took her food away. "Give it back."

With a soft smile that dripped with twistedness, Mikhail looked at her casually, leaning back into his chair. "You haven't earned your food privilege yet, my little slut."

"You're not going to make me..." She says with a bashful gulp, looking around at all of the testosterone filled men watching her. "... play with you, in front of them, are you?"

Mikhail's soft amused laugh fills the silent dining room. "No, but I like that you assumed that I actually wanted you with my breakfast." He says, pointing over to the corner of the dining room. It was empty and blank except for a large, plush pillow on the floor, almost like a small mat. "My boys and I want a show. So why don't you go get comfortable over on that nice pillow and pleasure yourself."

"Oh God no..." Angelique says, covering her bare chest as the eyes of the men bare down on her. "I'm not going to."

"Fine then... You're not going to go fuck yourself just like I'm not going to feed you."

Angelique looks over at him with absolute dread on her face. "Please don't make me do it. I'll be a good girl. Be reasonable."

Looking slightly amused and impatient, Mikhail picked off a piece of sausage from her plate. "I'd say I am being very reasonable. I'm giving you a choice here. You can either go over into the corner and entertain me and my friends, or you can starve. It's completely up to you." He says casually, picking another piece of food off of the plate of food Angelique made.

With no other choice, Angelique slowly rises from the chair. Her soft, welted feet awkwardly start to carry her over to the corner, feeling the eyes of the men locking onto her naked form. Filled with hate and shame, Angelique feels disgusted in her body, feeling her sex slowly slicked, her nipples turning into little pebbles at the knowledge of being seen and watched by the various men sitting around the dining room table. Not even half way to the corner, Mikhail speaks up, a soft smile on his face at the look of discomfort in her walk. "Crawl on your hands and knees... Like a good pet should..."

Stopping at his words, Angelique slowly lowers herself onto her hands and knees. A tear comes down her face not because of the humiliation, but because she couldn't stand that her body actually likes it. Absolutely disgusted with herself at her body's reaction to knowing half a dozen men were sitting at the table watching her exposed bottom, Angelique crawls on top of the pillow. Sitting back, her legs bent towards her and open, a cool breeze of air hits her wet lips, making Angelique quiver slightly as her hand gently dips down between her thighs.

Angelique's eyes lock onto his, filled with spite at him for making her do it, even if her sex wanted it. Taking her hands, Angelique's eyes gently close, trying to block out his evil grin as she rubs her nipples. Under the palm of her hand, her little rosy nipples harden into little pebbles, begging to be played with more. Her left hand gently pinches and pulls her hard pink mounds as her right hand slowly drags her finger tips down her taut stomach until finder her wet puffy labia lips.

Gently her fingers pull and twist her nipple as a soft moan fills the air. Angelique's eyes close tightly as her hand gently rubs her little throbbing clit against the palm of her hand, not wanting to see the satisfaction on Mikhail's face as the pleasure in her body slowly builds. Slowly her index finger rubs itself between her lips, making her wetter as it slowly sinks into her hot, wet folds. 

"Oh don't play these games." Mikhail coldly said, watching her with a smile as he takes a sip of his orange juice. "Fuck yourself like you want to. I can see how wet you are all the way over here. Be the slut you want to be deep down inside."

His words cut like jagged shards of glass through her skin. Angelique did want it. Her body wanted it badly. The little creature inside of her, that needs his abuse, his harsh words, his touch, grows without end. Ever since the last night, laying in his bed with her abused, beaten body, the desire to be used by him had awaken deep within her mind. Trying to fight it all she wants, she knows it's what her body wants and needs. 

Her small fingers slowly pick up the pace, adding a second finger deep inside her wet cunt. The warm juices slowly coat her fingers as she continues to fuck herself. Soft squishing sounds with the slight smell of her sex fill the otherwise silent air in the dining room as the men at the table with a ravenous, animal hunger for her flesh and sex. Under her small fingers, Angelique pulls and twist her nipples harder as her fingering increases, feeling a orgasm building as her juices slowly run down the crack of her ass.

"We don't have all day, you stupid cunt." Mikhail growls at her from across the room, smiling at the look of sheer pleasure on her face. "Unlike you, I have important things to do today, other than watching you sitting around getting off to being stared at... One minute to cum or I'm going to feed your food to the dogs."

The sound of his threat awaken Angelique from her little day dream. Having not eaten in a few days, the threat of not being fed fuels her need to cum and please her captor. Her wet squishing noises gently increase, becoming more rapid as her fingers move in and out of her tight hole fluidly. Soft lust-filled moans escape Angelique's lips as her cunt clamps down on her fingers, spasming uncontrollably as her cum flows from deep inside her tight sex. Body shaking slightly from the intense pleasure, Angelique's cum gently runs down her bottom, pooling on the pillow in front of her ass. 

"Three seconds more and someone would have been very, very hungry." Mikhail says coolly, placing a large, silver dog bowl filled with breakfast food on the floor at his feet. 

Brought back to reality from the soft clanging sound of the metal bowl being placed on the hard, cold floor, Angelique's eyes immediately fly open. The sight of the men sitting at the table, their grins wide with amusement, fills her with shame and humiliation. All while she had been masturbating, they had been watching her, and the fact that it turned her on filled her with more shame. 

Seeing the bowl of food on the floor, Angelique slowly crawls over to the bowl on her hands and knees. Her wet cunt feels cold in the cool air as it gently kisses her wet skin, making her quiver. Taking her small hands, Angelique gently places them around the bowl, moving to pick it up to eat at the table, only to be stopped by Mikhail as his hand pushes the bowl back down. 

"You think I let sluts eat at my table? You're right where you belong: at my feet." He coldly says as he places his foot on Angelique's back, holding her down firmly.

Fresh tears slowly formed in Angelique's eyes as she ate the food in her bowl. Her body ached, wanting nothing more to rest and be treated like a human being instead some slut pet made to eat from a dog bowl on the floor. Wanting to throw off his foot, Angelique knew better. The welts on her feet and bruises on her chest killed her. She couldn't, and didn't want to think about what he would do to her if she threw him off. 

"I'm done." Angelique says softly in her emotionally racked voice, holding her face in the bowl as Mikhail's foot moved gently on her back. 

Taking his foot off her back, Mikhail gently pushed her head aside, inspecting her bowl to see if she really was finished. "My friend Nikolai here is going to take you up to your bedroom to wait for a special friend of mine. Then we'll see if you've done well enough to earn a reward." Mikhail says, taking is foot away as he and the rest of the men cleared the room, leaving Angelique all alone with the intimidating Russian bodyguard.

Sighing as he gets up, Nikolai slowly walks over to the young woman, still kneeling down on all fours. Standing over her, he gently places his arms around her stomach, making her jump slightly. "I'm not going to hurt you." He says in his deep voice, faint traces of his eastern European accent barely audible in his English voice. 

Carefully he picks up Angelique in his arms, holding her naked body close to him as he carries her through the halls and stairs, finally reaching a new, different bedroom across from the master bedroom. His hands slowly open the bedroom door, revealing a large bedroom.

It looks magnificent. Looking almost like the master bedroom, this room is considerably smaller. A decent sized, four poster bed sits at the far end of the room, facing the window. Polished dark wood floors contrast nicely with the white molded walls. Sitting against the wall close to the bed is a large vanity. Small boxes of different sizes containing various pieces of makeup and jewelry sit on the counter of the bedroom vanity. Clearly this room hasn't been used in some time. A soft, light layer of dust lies on top of most things in the decidedly feminine room. 

With gentleness, Nikolai places Angelique on top of the large bed. His hands softly find the blankets, pulling them over her as she curls up into a ball. "Smart move... Be thankful he likes you. " He gruffly says, noting her obedience as he walks out of the bedroom, securely locking the doors behind him as he goes down to join his Brother in Arms.



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(Author's Note: This chapter does NOT contain any sex/erotic scenes. Purely this is for the storyline of the series. I want to thank all of whom who have written with words of praise and support while I go through this troubling time in my life. As with all of my stories, all characters are 18 years of age or older.)



With gentleness, Nikolai places Angelique on top of the large bed. His hands softly find the blankets, pulling them over her as she curls up into a ball. "Smart move earlier... " He gruffly says, noting her obedience as he walks out of the bedroom, securely locking the doors behind him as he goes down to join his Brother in Arms. 

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"What about these street rats that call themselves a gang?" Mikhail coldly asks as he sits back into the large dark leather office seat. Idly he twirls a half lit cigar in his hands. Smoke was always a beautiful and mesmerizing thing to him. The way it could be so malleable and so majestic in the way it moves through the air is truly unlike anything else on earth with its beauty. 

The tall, lanky man dressed sharply in a grey suit with long straw color hair tied back into a pony tail is the first to speak. "They want to have another meeting with you. This time with the Irish scum that run the ghettos up north and the Guineas from Easton."

Softly Mikhail lets out a soft chuckle. "They want to bring those fucking clowns in on this? What the fuck do they want out of this?"

"Territory for their little Haitian friends..." The tall man says, brushing off his sports jacket as he stands off in the corner with the rest of Mikhail's inner circle.

"Hooy na ny!" Mikhail exclaims, shaking his head in amusement. ("No fucking way!")

The men around the room smirk and softly chuckle to themselves at their request, mirroring their boss's amusement. 

"They're willing to put a little money forward for your consideration." The man says again, smirking softly at Mikhail.

The amusement in Mikhail's face slowly fades away at the sound of money. Giving a glance over at Nikolai who merely slightly nods, Mikhail too nods. "Set it up for before I take my little pet out for dinner."

~~~~~

Angelique quietly lies in the large, personal bed for what seems like hours. Her dark eyes idly look out the large windows, the thin white curtains dancing in the open window from the warm summer breeze. Just beyond the intricate garden she could see the thick woods, making her think of her failed run to freedom and being so close to making it free. A soft smile comes across her face at the thought of what could have been, had she stayed in the woods for a little while longer. Feeling absolutely humiliated from his words and what he made her do, Angelique quietly lays on the bed, dreading the next time she has to see him.

The sound of the bedroom door opening startles Angelique. Grabbing the covers, she clutches them close to her naked body as she sits up to see who is coming in, hoping to death that it isn't him. She's surprised at who it was, not one of his henchmen, not even a woman. 

Walking into the room is a stunning looking woman. Dressed in a black and white conservative outfit with her long red hair tied into a high pony tail, she walks into the bedroom, her heals clicking against the floor with every step. Behind her is one of Mikhail's henchmen, pushing what looks like a cart that a hotel bell-hop would be pushing. Instead of luggage, the lone metal rack is filled with seemingly expensive, elegant looking designer clothing with the bottom of the cart layered with shoe boxes. Giving Angelique an appraising look, the woman turns back towards the hulking figure of the European Henchman. 

"Tell Mr. Borodin that I'll be finished in about two hours or so, depending on how nicely she's house-trained." She says as she ushers the man out of the room so that only Angelique and the woman remain. Turning towards Angelique, the woman puts on a soft smirk that seems forced if anything. "You must be Angelique... I'm Miss Daphne, Mr. Borodin's personal handy woman." She says as she turns to the clothing rack.

Angelique kept quiet, not really sure of what to make of the woman before her. Fingers grip the blanket tighter around her naked body, keeping her guard up with the unknown, strange woman in the room.

"I'm sure he paid a pretty penny on you." She says, flipping through the rack of clothing. Occasionally she would take a dress off the rack and place it in a nearby chair before pulling shoes out from the bottom of the cart. "I keep telling him he should invest that money instead of blowing it on little tarts like you."

"You know why I'm here?" She asks a little incredulously.

Daphne lets out a soft laugh as she continues to go through the clothing. "Of course I do. Let me guess... kidnapped off the streets?"

Slight anger fills Angelique as she watches the woman before her. How could she let this go on, and let this happen when she was a woman herself? Angelique keeps silent, not voicing her questions nor anger as she sits on the edge of the bed.

Finally Daphne finishes sorting out the dresses and shoes. A small pile of elegant and expensive dresses and shoes sits in a chair off to the side of the cart. Turning around, Daphne pulls out the chair in front of the large vanity, looking over at Angelique as if expecting her to come over and sit. Seeing the timid look on Angelique's face, Daphne smiled softly. "We don't have all day you know. I'm not the one that's going to be punished if you're late."

With a sigh, Angelique gets up from the bed. Her hands clench the blanket tight around her form, determined to have some sort of privacy as she sat down into the chair. 'When will it end?' She thinks to herself, tired of all of the threats and punishments.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Daphne says condescendingly as she brushes Angelique's long locks. 

Timidly Angelique looks into the mirror at Daphne's reflection. "Why are you doing this?"

Letting out a soft, slightly amused giggle, the red-haired woman continues to brush and straighten Angelique's hair. "Mr. Borodin asked me to come up and make you presentable for tonight... I'm surprised he's even letting you out of the basement after your little frolic in the woods. He must really like you. Last girl that tried that was Screamer and she hasn't been right since..." 

"What's tonight? Who's Screamer?" She asks curiously.

Daphne smirks deviously at the question. "I'll introduce you Screamer on our way down... Today is Mr. Borodin's Birthday, and instead of taking me or one of his best call girls, he's taking you so if I were you, I'd act like a little angel if you ever want to get out of this place."

"What do you mean?"

"I see he didn't pick the one with brains..." Daphne says under her breath, yet still audible to Angelique, as she takes Angelique's hair and begins to intricately place it into a French twist with diamond encrusted hair clips. "Your best bet is to make him happy. Don't pull any bullshit moves. Do as you're told even if you don't want to do it. I've seen him let plenty of girls like you go after a while because they were good and obedient. Play your cards right and you'll get a nice little bank account as a Going-Away-Present." 

Sitting in the chair, Angelique cringes at the thought of actually being nice to the monster of a man that's tortured her and humiliated her in just a few days. "Can't you just sneak me out?" She asks with wide teary eyes, hoping on Daphne's empathy.

Her hopes are dashed at the amused laugh from Daphne's mouth. "So I can end up in here with you? I don't think so. "She says while taking a seat beside Angelique to apply makeup. "Besides, he pays me too well to not have such noble thoughts."

Keeping silent, Angelique sits quietly and motionless in the chair as Daphne applies the makeup to her face. Sitting there, she thinks to herself, trying to think of a way out. It's too frightening to her to attempt an escape. The bruises on her body ache at the thought of her punishment. Thinking of trying another, more well-planned escape, Angelique tucks it away into the back of her head until the perfect time comes. Until then, she knows she's going to have to play nice to him. Maybe he'd go a little easier on her if she tried nice and was caught trying to escape again.

"And that's why I get paid the big bucks..." Daphne says as she gets up from the chair and walks over to the small pile of clothing and shoes. Turning towards the mirror, Angelique is amazed at how she looks. The makeup adorning her face makes her truly look like a little delicate porcelain doll with her luscious red lips and rosy pink cheeks.

Daphne picks out a short black and red dress with matching black heels as she lays them out atop the couch on the opposite side of the bedroom. 

"We don't have much time, so I'd get dressed quickly if I were you." She says as she goes back to the pile of rejected clothing to straighten them up and put them away.

Immediately Angelique gets up to go over to the couch, leaving the blanket behind as she holds up the silk dress. It's one of the most beautiful dresses she has ever seen with rich silk material. A little disappointed at the sight of no underwear, Angelique nevertheless dresses into the tight clinging dress. Her breasts are displayed greatly, swelled in the tight bodice. Sitting on the edge of the couch in the tight short dress, Angelique slipped into the black heels before she sits back to wait for Daphne to take her down to the monster, knowing she's going to have to play nice to him... for now atleast.

"I'm a miracle worker, I know." She says to Angelique as she hangs up the rest of the clothing and puts away the shoe boxes. "Come on, he'll send someone to collect these..."

Nodding her head, Angelique hesitantly rises from the couch. Walking behind the woman, she curiously glances around at the rooms, this being her first time not being dragged or carried against her will. Daphne noticed this curiosity in no time. 

"There's a spa on the first floor, along with a home theater, gym, and library. These rooms up here are mostly bedrooms." She says, pausing at one of the doors as she opens it. "Except for this one..."

The room looks more like a common room more than anything. A few of the henchmen sit around watching a soccer game and cursing loudly at the officiating, while others are kicking back playing video games. No one paid attention to the two visitors, except for one person. Off to the side, chained to the radiator is a crumpled shell of a person. Her entire body is covered in all sorts of filth. Cum, blood, dirt, and the stench of urine coat the girl as her hand gently raises and motions towards the two women. Tears softly roll down her filthy face as she speaks in a foreign tongue, as if crying and pleading for them to safe her. One of the henchmen stand up at hearing her pleas, kicking her hard into the ribs as he unchains her and carries her off to another room leading off from the Common Room, all the while the young woman's blood curdling screams echo through the halls.

"That would be Screamer..." Daphne says, closing the door as she leads Angelique down the hall.

Frozen in her place, Angelique looks at the closed door with sadness and dread as she rushes up to Daphne to catch up with the woman. "Wh-what did she do?"

"Hmpf... More like what didn't she do... Two escape attempts... Trashed her bedroom... Tried to kill herself... Tried to kill the Boss... And fucked one of the boys for freedom... He told her if she wants to fuck his men, she can do it for the rest of her life." 

"That's horrible..."

"No, that's what happens to bad girls that don't do as their told." The cold voice says from below the stairs. Standing at the foot of the stairs with a chain leash in his hands, is Mikhail, playing with the links in the chain as they approach the elegant stairwell. Eyes fAngeliqueng upon Angelique with glittering lust and amazement, they never leave as she walks down the stairs in tow behind Daphne. "Once again Daphne, your work amazes me." 

Giving him a smile in response to his praise, Daphne bows slightly as she backed away slightly from the Angelique and Mikhail in the middle of the opulent foyer. "She's all yours, Sir." She says with a smirk.

With a soft smile, Mikhail, dressed in his dark business suit with a dark crimson tie and black dress shirt, slowly walks around Angelique as she stands still. She truly looks amazing, almost breathtaking in her outfit and make up. The smile widens somewhat at the sight of her legs trembling slightly. Standing behind her, his hand reaches into his pocket for the keys to her collar. 

"Are you going to be a good girl?" Mikhail asks as he unlocks the heavy metal collar, handing it to Daphne along with the chain leash. "If not, I could always keep you in the basement for the evening."

Vigorously Angelique shakes her head at his threat. "No... I'll be good... I promise."

"Atta girl..." He says as he snaps his fingers towards one of the men standing off to the side in the shadows. Holding a small black box, the man goes behind Angelique to where Mikhail stands. Opening the box to reveal a silver and diamond encrusted necklace with a sizeable red ruby in the middle, Mikhail delicately puts it around Angelique's neck, adding the finishing touch to her elegant look. Coming around to face her, he smiles as she curiously inspects the red ruby as it lies just above the crack of her cleavage. 

"Beautiful..." He says admiringly as the large double doors open to the front yard. "Now come, we're running late..."

Placing his large muscular hand on the small of her back, Mikhail quietly led her out of the house to the awaiting limousine. The guards by the door watch rather curiously while their Boss takes his little pet outside to the car. Almost his entire inner circle was taken aback by his choice to take her out, let alone allow her to escort him to his party. Never has Mikhail shown such attention to a girl of his, let alone one who tried to escape just the other day. 

The two of them climb into the back of the limo. Taking advantage of her new sense of freedom, Angelique quickly moves to the opposite side of the limo, preferring to be as far away from him as possible considering what he had done to her. 

Smiling at her timid avoidance of him, Mikhail reaches over to the wine bottle in the little ice bucket. Pouring himself a small drink, he leaves the bottle in the bucket next to an empty spare glass.

"Help yourself, Little One..." He says, nodding towards the alcohol as the limo begins to move down the gavel lane. 

Eyeing the alcohol, Angelique doesn't move at all from her seat as she wonders if it's all just a big trap for her to walk into. "Where are we going? ... Why all of this?" She asks, motioning to her elegant black dress and jewelry.

"You think I'd want my date to be looking like filth?" He inquires with an amused smile on his face. She looked un-used to such opulent clothing and jewels to him. "I have some business to attend to before you and I go and have a little fun."

"And what's your definition of fun?" She asks, a little afraid of what a murdering drug kingpin who rapes kidnapped girls would consider fun.

He smiles at the question. "A nice quiet dinner with my little pet..."

Giving him a curious look, Angelique sits back into her seat, watching the scenery roll by as they drive on. Too afraid to ask much more, she remains quiet. She can't help but to wonder why he had shown such humiliation to her earlier only to spoil her with clothing and jewels on a night out on the town. Weighing whether she should try and escape or to do like Daphne said and play nice to him, Angelique couldn't decide on what to do.

Her deep thinking makes her lose track of the time and where they are. Looking out the dark tinted windows, all she can see are abandoned factories and warehouses by the harbor. "Where are we?" She asks bemused, glancing out of the windows.

Downing the last of his wine, Mikhail straightens his suit a little. "I have a small business meeting I must attend to with some, for want of a better word, business rivals of mine... Don't try to escape, Little One. There is a man with a high powered rifle in the front seat with orders to kill anyone trying to escape from a locked limo with shatter-proof windows."

Angelique slowly nods her head. It isn't like she wasn't thinking of doing trying it yet again. The sound of the shoot-to-kill order did not sound like an added bonus for escaping. "If I'm going to be living with you, you're going to have to learn to trust me." Angelique says softly as she sits back into the leather seat. 

Smiling as the door beside him opens, Mikhail starts to climb out. "Forgive me if I seem like I don't trust you, after you almost escaped from me and tried to put me in prison yesterday." He says before slamming the car door shut.

Quietly sitting back, Angelique watches as Mikhail along with Nikolai walk through the abandoned plaza into one of the rundown warehouses. All while she watches him, she can't help but to think to herself. It was odd feelings she had with the sharply dressed Mob Boss. On one hand, she feels absolutely afraid to death, fearful of wrath and anger. Yet, in a sense she feels secure and safe with him. He was the one that protected her, even though he himself was the main cause for the pain and suffering she has gone through. From him she kept sensing something deep inside of him, a deep hidden feeling that oddly enough resembled love and affection. She felt it last night in his arms as he held her and warmed her. She felt it today as he spoiled her with decadence one day after her attempted escape. Blowing it off as just the sick mind of a psychopath, Angelique stretched out in the limo, pouring herself a drink as she turned on the television in an attempt to get her mind off of things.

A little over an hour later, the car door flies open as Mikhail climbs inside and slams the door shut. The look of pure anger was on his face as he flies his foot up to shut off the TV. Immediately Angelique scurries off to the opposite end of the limo, too afraid to be around the angry Russian with that look on his face.

"Zalupa..." Mikhail says softly in his native tongue as the limo begins to drive off ("Dickhead").

Timidly looking up at him, Angelique softly breaks the silence in her softest, most concerning tone. 

"What ha---"

Mikhail cuts her off immediately with a ferocious glare. "Zacroy svoy peesavati rot, sooka..." ("Shut your fucking mouth, bitch...")

Assuming that he had insulted her, Angelique nods her head. With no idea of what to say, she sits even further back into the seat with her eyes turned to the ground. 'Should I go over there?' She thinks to herself with only making him happy in her mind. The thought of going over to him to calm him made her cringe, yet Daphne's advice rang through her head: "Your best bet is to make him happy... I've seen him let plenty of girls like you go after a while because they were good and obedient..." 'I'm going to regret this...' She thinks to herself as she slowly scoots along the bench until she's sitting right next to him.

In her softest, most soothing voice, Angelique places her hand on his knee as she looks up at him. "You can talk to me about it if you want."

The soft gesture did not go unnoticed by Mikhail. Staring at her hand softly rubbing his knee, he doesn't do a single thing to stop her or throw her off. It actually feels nice to him, a little odd and strange to him, but nice nevertheless. 

"Hmpf..." Mikhail snorts as he reaches inside of his jacket pocket and pulls out a cigarette. "Jefferson Davis had a slave whom he told everything to, unknowingly let them in Behind the Scenes of the Confederate war effort. What he didn't know was that slave of his was a Union spy who's reports help defeat Davis and his 




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rebellion."

"I'll assume that's a no."

"You're assuming right." He says coldly as he takes a long drag of the cigarette. Carefully out of the corner of his eyes, he watches her soft hand resting on his knee as he wonders what she's doing. Slowly he reaches his hand around her, holding her close to him as he blows the smoke out of the car. "You're going to be on your best behavior tonight at dinner."

"And if I'm not?" Angelique says with a hint of amusement in her voice when she's so curious as to what would happen if she did try to escape. 

Letting out a soft laugh, Mikhail reaches into his coat pocket. Pulling out a folded up newspaper, he places it on Angelique's smooth lap. Right on the front page of the suburban paper is a picture of Angelique, accompanying an article about her abduction and an emotional plea from her parents. 

"You have to love the small town papers..." He said with a smirk. "...They always put so much information out, say for instance, where you were picked up and where you lived."

"You bastard..." Angelique says softly as tears fall onto the paper. Unable to look at it anymore, she tosses it over to the other side of the limo.

Merely chuckling softly, Mikhail looks over at her. "If you think what I did to you in the basement was horrible, you have no idea the things I'm capable of. Test me again with another escape attempt, and you and your big sister will end up in a West African whorehouse, eaten alive by either the disease carrying bugs, or the STDs that will eat you alive."

Softly Angelique buries her face into her hands. His threats stuck her deep inside. The mere fact that he knows her family and where they live makes her stomach turn over in disgust and fear. "You unimaginable bastard..." she says softly through the tears.

Mikhail laughs softly at her feeble insults. "That's right. I am an 'unimaginable bastard', an unpredictable one at that. So if I were you, I'd behave a little better if I ever wanted the privilege of being allowed out of the house."

Crying softly, all Angelique can do is to nod her head in understanding. Her body tenses up t his words, too afraid to say anything. 'How could he be so cruel...' she thinks to herself over and over again. She can't help but to agree with him, he truly is an unimaginable, unpredictable bastard. One minute he could be so nice with the jewels and clothing he provided her, spoiling her with such decadence and kindness, only to threaten her and her sister's lives in his fear of her trying to escape. 

Idly Mikhail places a small cloth handkerchief on her bare knee as he sits back into the seat. "You can think of me as the bad man all you want, Pet. Just remember what I'm capable of next time you try to escape again. As long as you're a good little girl for Daddy, your family will be just fine. You may even see them again one day, but that all depends on you."

Sitting back into the fine leather bench, Angelique dabs away the tears in her eyes as she looks out at the rolling scenery of the city passing by. The people on the sidewalks and stores look so happy and carefree, filling her with spite and jealousy. She would have given anything to be in their shoes, to be free without fear of the person beside her. Seeing everyone out there seems like a cruel joke to her, as if an unknown, all powerful being was teasing her with what she could be doing. Faced with no other choice, Angelique quietly sniffles and wipes away the tears down her face as she knows it's time to just be nice to the man. 

"Where are you taking me?" She asks softly, determined to not face him. 

Mikhail merely smiles as he looks over at the distraught girl. Carefully he drapes his arm around her shoulders, softly stroking the soft skin of her left arm as he speaks. "I'm taking you to a place where no girl in your... position has ever been while with me."

Body tensing at his touch, Angelique slowly eases at the soft, tender stroking of his hand. Oddly enough the feeling of butterflies fills her stomach. Completely perplexed at the feeling of actually being nervous in a tender way at his touch, Angelique tries to no end to block out the one thought in her head as the car stops in front of an old, upscale looking building in the heart of the city.

"Needless to say you'll be on your best behavior tonight. Otherwise I can just lock you up in the back trunk and have one of my best escorts come over to entertain me." Mikhail says as he opens up the door and begins to climb out. In a matter of seconds as he steps out of the car, Mikhail's hand reaches inside, waiting to see if she was going to play nicely or not.

Angelique stares at the masculine hand awaiting hers as she sits back away as far as possible. All she can do is to look at it as she weighs whether or not to take it. Part of her wants to rebel and fight back, making the monster as miserable as possible while another, more serious side pleads with her to take it, reminding her of Daphne's words of advice. Finally she relents upon seeing his hand slowly retract.

"No!" She exclaims, hurriedly reaching out for his hand as she moves closer to the door. "I'll go."

Smiling softly in victory, Mikhail carefully helps Angelique out of the back of the limo. "You made a wise choice, Pet. Perhaps I won't have to use the Hot Box tonight after all." He says with an almost sadistic smirk as he intertwines his arm with hers and begins to enter the building. Entering a large elevator, Angelique speaks softly as it begins to rise.

"What is this place?" She inquires softly, looking up at him timidly.

With a smirk, Mikhail leans in close to her ear as his hand tenderly finds the small of her back. "One of the best restaurants in the world... Just remember what I said about behaving, Little One..."



Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 07



(Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in getting this posted! It's been taking me a while lately to get back into the swing of things with writing. I didn't really know what category to put this in, so I put BDSM in just because of the Total Power Exchange between the two of them. I want to thank all of whom who have written with words of praise and support while I go through this troubling time in my life. All comments and e-mails are welcome. As with all of my stories, all characters are 18 years of age or older.)

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Smiling softly in victory, Mikhail carefully helps Angelique out of the back of the limo. "You made a wise choice, Pet. Perhaps I won't have to use the Hot Box tonight after all." He says with an almost sadistic smirk as he intertwines his arm with hers and begins to enter the building. Entering a large elevator, Angelique speaks softly as it begins to rise.

"What is this place?" She inquires softly, looking up at him timidly.

With a smirk, Mikhail leans in close to her ear as his hand tenderly finds the small of her back. "One of the best restaurants in the world... Just remember what I said about behaving, Little One..."

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Quietly the large elevator doors open to reveal the Inside the building was much more opulent and lavish than the outside. Dark polished wood floors shines from the overhead lights. A large fountain emits the sounds of trickling water under the sounds of what sounded like a piano and violin being played from some other area of the restaurant. From behind a large counter, a regal looking woman stands smiling politely at the two of them as they entered the magnificent lobby.

"Mr. Borodin..." She says in a distinct, cosmopolitan tone as she holds out her hand. "It's a pleasure to see you back again at our establishment."

Warmly Mikhail reached out, shaking her hand politely as he nodded his head. "Thank you for the warm welcome Mrs. Delacroix. I'd love it if I could have my personal table tonight for me and my guest." He says, smirking over at Angelique. It takes all she has inside of her to politely smile back at him. 

The lady merely nods and smiles politely. "Yes Sir, right this way." She says, motioning towards the open hall that leads into the dining room. Tables fill the large dining room, filled with people eating and drinking to their satisfaction. Without a word, they walk along the widened walkway between the tables, passing the large center stage as the musical group plays the soft and beautiful music. The whole look of the restaurant gives off the effect of affluence at a glance, seeing all of the beautiful décor and fine white table cloths. Being led by Mikhail's hand, Angelique's eyes look around, basking in the sheer opulence of it all until they come to their seat. 

Sitting against the wall is a large half circle booth. A small vase filled with red and white orchids sits centered atop the table with burning candles, all being quickly arranged for Mikhail's arrival well before he arrived. Hastily a man places a second menu on the table before scurrying away back to the front. No one had known nor expected him to be bringing someone with him, let alone a woman.

"Enjoy your meal, Sir." The hostess says as she turns to walk back to the front of the restaurant. With a soft sigh resembling fatigue, Mikhail slowly slides into the booth as he places his phone on the table beside him. A smile comes across his face at the sight of Angelique standing at the table, unsure of whether to sit with him or not. Welcomingly his hand pats the leather booth bench as he looks up at her. "Remember our little talk about behavior, Little One?"

Taking a frustrated sigh, Angelique nods her head. Just the sound of being locked up in that trunk with the summer heat makes her stomach turn over in dread. Carefully she slides into the booth beside Mikhail to his right. It's one of the last places she wants to be, yet the only thing keeping her from causing a scene is the idea of her family being tortured and broken apart by him. The idea of her and her sister, locked and chained to a bed in some rundown building in a third world country where AIDs and other diseases rampant was almost too much for Angelique to bare. 

"I knew you were a smart girl..." He says softly with a hint of affection as he flips open the menu on the table. 

Eyeing the glass of ice water sitting in front of her, Angelique quickly picks it up. Her throat dry and feeling nauseous, she quietly gulps the water down in a single sip. The eager thirstiness doesn't go unnoticed by Mikhail, who merely smiles at the sight. Slowly he extends his hand under the table to her bare thigh, gently rubbing it. "Someone is thirsty." Mikhail says amused.

Angelique's eyes freeze at the feeling of his strong hand holding on firmly to her thighs. As his finger tips gently rub her soft flesh, she looks over at him slightly worried. "What are you doing?"

Smirking softly at her question, Mikhail returns his attention back to the menu as he keeps his rubbing hand firmly on her thigh. "I'm doing whatever I want to do with my little Pet I bought." He says softly in a lazy tone, as if this is nothing to him. "I think you're going to be having a Caesar Pasta Salad with Salmon. White wine if you behave yourself."

"Please stop." She says politely as she places her hand on his wrist, careful not to seem forceful or demanding. 

Mikhail laughs softly at her request, never leaving his hand away from her thigh. "You just don't understand, do you? I saved your life. I own you. You belong to me. Yes, you were kidnapped or whatever, but without me, you would have already died. Those other bidders, they would have kept you around for a few days, fucked you and beaten you to a bloody pulp before they kill you or sell you off like scrap metal to some pimp who'd make a lot of money with you drugged up in a whore house. You should be kissing the fucking ground I walk on for what I did for you. Any of those other girls would have killed to be in your position, and instead you fucking sit there and test my patience with you."

The soft and aggressive tone makes Angelique move her hand away from his wrist. Looking down at her thigh, Angelique slowly nods her head. She knows what he said is true. If it wasn't for him, she would have already been dead or worse. Finally realizing it, she seems a little thankful for it, even if she doesn't want to admit it. "...I'm sorry..." She says in a soft whisper.

"A million and a half dollars is a debt that I can't easily forgive." Mikhail says casually as he flips closed the menu. As the waiter comes with his usual bottle of wine and an ornate bucket of ice, Mikhail drops the subject for a minute until the man leaves with the orders for dinner. Unsurprisingly he orders her food for her before ordering for himself. Never once does his hand move itself from her thigh. If anything it slowly inches its way up. "As I'm sure Daphne has told you earlier, good girls get rewarded." 

Keeping her mouth shut, Angelique remains motionless. Eyes watch his hands slowly move up her thigh as his fingers rub in a soft circular motion. "Do you blame me for wanting to escape from you and all of this?" She says boldly.

Smirking softly at her question, Mikhail carefully pours her a little glass of wine before pouring himself some. "I can't say I do, even though you had to know I wouldn't have let you get away for long. You could have gone home to Mommy and Daddy, but that wouldn't have stopped me from coming to kidnap you back to my arms."

"You can't keep me here forever..."

"You're right, I can't. But I'll keep you around for as long as I want." He says, maintaining his casual tone as his hand slips under her skirt to her bare sex. "And during that time, I'll do whatever I want until your debt it paid."

Body tensing, Angelique's eyes fly up to Mikhail's as his hand adjusts to cup her little sex. Feeling his firm middle finger gently work between her folds, she knows he can feel her slight, moist arousal building up. Immediately her hand moves to the wine glass, gulping it down in an instant at his touch. Mikhail laughs softly in almost a whisper at her nervous reaction to her touch. Leaning in closer to her, Mikhail whispers softly into her ear, speaking as if to a lover as his finger slowly rubs its way deeper between her lips. "You act as if I have never touched you before. Just relax... You've always gotten off from me, have you not?"

"...Yes Sir..." Angelique says quietly, which immediately draws a hearty chuckle from Mikhail.

"'Yes Sir?' You really are becoming a quick learner. Showing such respect for me... I'm touched... Well, actually, you're the one being touched, aren't you?" He asks casually with amusement dripping in his voice as his middle finger finally presses deeper into her already wet folds. 

Angelique lets out a short and soft nervous laugh at his words, reaching over for his glass of wine. In a single gulp she inhales it before sitting back into her seat. "You like making me uncomfortable don't you?" She asks as she tries to remain calm around all of the diners.

Again Mikhail lets out a sot laugh as his finger's pace quickens. Wiggling it a little harder, his finger makes quick, wiggling motions as if he's pulling the trigger repeatedly to a gun. 

"Of course I do." He says as his pace continues, gently bringing Angelique closer to orgasm. "I'd say you enjoy it too, judging by how wet you are. Remember you manners Pet. I don't like rude little brats..."

It's true. From his thick, masculine finger alone, Angelique is soaked between her thighs. The wetness gently and lightly pools under her as she nervously squirms around for a bit. It takes everything she has to keep her mouth shut as his finger incessantly wiggles within her velvety folds. Softly her hands grasp the tablecloth of the table, clutching it as her tight walls begin to tighten around Mikhail's finger. "May I please cum, Sir?" She asks quietly in almost a soft murmur, yet just loud enough for Mikhail's close by ears.

For a second, Mikhail basks in the power from Angelique's body. Laughing softly at her predicament, he slowly pulls his finger out, caressing her thighs softly with her wetness before putting them to her lips. He says no command to her, knowing she would know exactly what he wants from her. When she finally relents and opens her plush, feminine lips up to him, Mikhail slowly inserts his fingers inside of her, rubbing the wetness over her lips before massaging her tongue. "No. I think I'll let you sit and stew a little before I let you cum tonight."

When Mikhail finished speaking and extracted his fingers from her mouth, Angelique feels slightly dejected at the result. Confusion fills her mind as she ponders for a few moments. 'Do I actually want to cum because of him?' She asks herself. He was the man responsible for so much heartache and multitudes of pain, and now she craves his touch again, needing the release for some reason unknown to her.

Dinner comes not long after Mikhail sits back and wipes his fingers clean on his napkin. In silence they eat while they occasionally steal soft, subtle glances over at each other as if trying to see what the other would do in such a public setting. When both were finished, and the plates cleared, Mikhail relaxes back into his seat, pouring himself a glass of white wine. His other hand close to Angelique stretches out behind her, gently rubbing and caressing the back of her neck with his fingertips. 

At first, Angelique jumps and shivers slightly at his touch. She's so used to his cruelty, expecting him to harm her in some way in the most vulnerable of areas on her body, but it never comes. Instead, his touch feels rather tender and affectionate with the undertones of possessiveness. She has to admit to herself silently that it was rather nice, feeling his fingertips lightly touch her soft, delicate flesh. 'If being nice gets me this, then it's going to be a whole lot easier...' She thinks to herself, slowly settling in to her seat as she boldly moves a little closer to him. 

"I think we're going to be going home for the evening." He says with boredom in his voice as his hand moves from her neck to her arm, gently pulling her closer to him. "I have a few friends waiting for us there." 

Hearing his words makes Angelique's ears perk up. Slowly she moves around to look up at him in his eyes with a puzzled look. "...Friends...?" She asks curiously as a bad, ominous feeling wells up inside of her stomach.

Mikhail laughs softly at her curiosity. Never does his hand stop its soft, gentle caress of her arm. "Yes..." He says with a soft smile on his face. "I'm having a few friends over tonight for some entertainment... Don't worry. I'm not going to harm you too badly tonight." He jokes, the smile on his face full of actual warmth and welcome.

Slowly Angelique backs away from him at his words. Something about him makes her feel a little uneasy. By far he seems to be much more friendlier today, showing her affection she had never seen from him since she had first came into his possession. Whatever he's up to, Angelique thinks, it's nothing good for her.

Just seeing the apprehension makes Mikhail smile widely at her. "As long as you are with me, Little One, no one will ever lay a finger on you in a way I don't approve of, and that include inappropriately. You're mine, and only mine." He says before slowly moving towards the exit of the booth. "Wait here while I use the bathroom... I wouldn't attempt escape either. My friend over by the door was an Olympic runner."

With that, Mikhail slowly rises from the booth and ventures down a hallway leading off from the spacious and opulent dining room to the bathrooms. Sitting alone at the table, Angelique gently picks away at the food still on the table. It was when she was taking a sip of the wine when she noticed something. Immediately her eyes widened at the sight of Mikhail's phone, carelessly left on the table while he went to the bathroom. Nervously she looks around at the other diners in the restaurant, all lost in their own conversations or dinner. The man at the door whom Mikhail warned Angelique about was safely flirting with one of the waitresses, completely distracted from her.

Quickly she grabbed the phone up from the table. Her nervous, trembling fingers rapidly pounds at the number pad to dial home. She keeps the phone close to her head on the other side from where the Watchman flirted with the waitress.

In a mere instant, all of her thinking is washed away by the sound of a man's voice on the phone. Her heart leaps at the sound of her father as she struggles to maintain her composure. "Hello?" The voice asks, sounding obviously distressed to no end.

"Dad, its Angelique!" She cries out softly, her voice like a soft whisper as she speaks to avoid drawing attention to herself. "Look, I can't talk long... If he finds out I took his phone, I'll be---"

"What the fuck is this?" Her father interrupts, sounding like a mixture of distress and agitation as he speaks into the phone in disbelief. "Is this some kind of sick joke? Who the hell is this?"

Angelique's eyes water with tears at the words in her ears. "Daddy it's me..."

Before she could say anything else, out of the corner of her eyes, she notices the familiar figure of Mikhail stopped in the hall talking to one of the customers. Before she could say anything else, she hangs up the phone and clears the number quickly before putting it back down onto the table. Softly she wipes the tears away from her eyes as she tries to act as if nothing had ever happened while he was away.

If Mikhail had seen what she had been doing, he shows no signs of it as he walks back to the table. The smile on his face is still present as he takes her hand. "Come. It's time to go home." He says to her, reaching across for his phone. As soon as he places his hand on it, he realizes the foolish misstep he took. Curiously he looks at it before depositing it into his pocket, believing Angelique couldn't have noticed it sitting there, thinking that even if she did, she wouldn't be so foolish to make an attempt to escape him.

Together, the two of them are nearly silent as they walk out of the dining room and back out to the car. For Angelique, her nervousness stunts her ability to speak, nervous about the night that was awaiting them, and also the nervousness of saying or doing something wrong to bring out his dark side. For Mikhail on the other hand, it's a mind game with his little slave. It was better, in his mind, to let her stew and allow her nervous anxiety grow within her mind and body.

After their little trip down to the awaiting limousine, Mikhail climbs in right behind her and slams the door shut, just as the car begins to drive. Before Angelique could get away to the other side of the limo, his arm was quick to go around her shoulders to hold her beside him. Smiling in victory, Mikhail leans his head down slightly to kiss her on the ear. "Going somewhere?" He inquires gently with soft amusement.

"N-no..." Angelique says quietly, squirming a little in her seat, but it was no use. His firm, yet gentle hold on her arm holds her down in her seat, making it difficult to evade his touch without fighting him off. 

His laugh reverberates in her ear. Slowly his right arm rises up to Angelique's face, gently stroking the side of her face as it gently trails down her body. The rough, masculine pads of his fingertips gently trace and run down her neck and chest through the narrow valley between her womanly mounds. "Very good girl... I wouldn't want to have to punish my little pet when I'm in such a good mood." He says, slowly caressing her breasts through the silky material of her dress. "I want to reward my little girl for the good job she's done today..."

"I suppose letting me go home as a reward would be asking too much?" Angelique asks quietly. Every second of his touch fills her with a whole mix of emotions. Part of her wants to fight him off of her and take refuge on the other side of the limo's spacious interior, yet there's another part of her that actually wants his touch, wanting him and needing the pleasure that he could give her so easily.

Her words clearly amuse Mikhail as he laughs softly. Ever so lightly, his hand continues to travel down her dress, slowly riding up her legs before dipping down and rubbing the interior of her soft, creamy thighs. "No no, Little One... You aren't that lucky today." He says almost sweetly to her while he slowly pushes his hand closer and closer to the sweet spot between her legs. 

Body tensing up, Angelique's eyes close as Mikhail's fingers finally find her pussy once again. Slowly they insert themselves between her labia lips, caressing her velvety entrance as he works his way deeper into her. All while this happens, the strong thumb of his hand gently presses against the hard little pearl that is her clit, softly rubbing and massaging it as his fingers work themselves deeper into her. Just when she thinks that it couldn't get much worse for her resistance to his touch, Mikhail carefully leans into her neck, softly kissing and biting the crook of her neck with a cruel tenderness.

"I don't know why you fight it..." He says in between kisses and bites upon her neck. Gradually the soft pumping of his finger becomes more intense and powerful, matching the soft, subtle wiggling of his fingers within her tight pussy. "You know you want this... Just give in... Let go..."

Tightly her hand clench the small handles above the door. Soft cries escape her lips through clenched teeth as her thighs tremble slightly like foreshocks before an earthquake. Her orgasm builds within her like a tidal wave, building with energy and power with every second. She's powerless to stop the welling up of pleasure within her, even if it is what her body and senses want. In the end, Angelique resigns herself to giving into what her body wants by doing what Mikhail had said: letting go.




Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 07



"M-may I please cum?" She blurts out, trying to maintain composure and hold off her orgasm for approval. The memory of the threat he had given her the very first night is still fresh in her mind, and the last thing she wants is to be robbed of any pleasure for the rest of her life.

His laugh once again fills her ear. The warm breath shoots through her senses, making her hair stand on end in tantalization. Before he speaks, Mikhail allows his tongue to lightly lick and lap at her neck and ear as he intensifies the wiggling of his finger into a trigger-pulling motion. "You may cum Little One... Cum for me..."

Unable to hold off any longer, Angelique cums, and cums hard upon his digit. The soft, rapid wiggling of his finger against her little sensitive spot was more than enough to make her blood boil and race with pleasure. Tightly her pussy convulses around his thick finger as her cum flows from her loins. Wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss rips through her until she's nothing but a quivering shell of a person lying lopsided against the man who made her cum. 

Through it all, Mikhail keeps up his soft, devious smirk upon his face. He even laughs softly as his thumb brushes against her clit, making her twitch and quiver against him as she breaths deeply and rapidly. "Such a good girl..." He whispers softly, swirling his finger within her pussy one last time before extracting them. Instead of wiping them clean, he holds them up to her lips, pressing against her soft plushness as if she knows what he wants.

Angelique does know exactly what he wants from her. Softly she opens her lips and instinctively suckles upon his digits, sucking her sweet, feminine cum off of his fingers with soft laps of her tongue. She can't get enough of it, sucking and licking all of it off until he finally pulls his fingers away from her mouth. As she slowly sinks back into her seat cradled against his chest, she can't help but to wonder why she hasn't felt the usual shame and disgust that had accompanied any orgasm with Mikhail. Instead, she feels oddly sated with him. 'What the fuck is going on with me?'

"Ah..." He says, his voice filled with cocky warmth as he pulls her closer to him. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?"



Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 08



Author's Note: Yes, it's back! You can stop sending me messages about when the hell I'm going to add more! I've decided to break this part down, with a non-erotic section that sets up the sex scene upcoming. I have a feeling it's going to be long, and don't want a huge submission. On a side note, if you're a fan of my Back in the U.S.S.R., please send me a message. I'm looking for readers who can read what I have for a fifth chapter and give me their opinions. As with all of my stories, all character are eighteen years or older. Hope you enjoy!

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Through it all, Mikhail keeps up his soft, devious smirk upon his face. He even laughs softly as his thumb brushes against her clit, making her twitch and quiver against him as she breaths deeply and rapidly. "Such a good girl..." He whispers softly, swirling his finger within her pussy one last time before extracting them. Instead of wiping them clean, he holds them up to her lips, pressing against her soft plushness as if she knows what he wants.

Angelique does know exactly what he wants from her. Softly she opens her lips and instinctively suckles upon his digits, sucking her sweet, feminine cum off of his fingers with soft laps of her tongue. She can't get enough of it, sucking and licking all of it off until he finally pulls his fingers away from her mouth. As she slowly sinks back into her seat cradled against his chest, she can't help but to wonder why she hasn't felt the usual shame and disgust that had accompanied any orgasm with Mikhail. Instead, she feels oddly sated with him. 'What the fuck is going on with me?'

"Ah..." He says, his voice filled with cocky warmth as he pulls her closer to him. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

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The rest of the car ride is virtually silent. As she sits in the small wetness of her cum, Angelique can't stop thinking about what had just happened. He had made her cum, and yet, instead of feeling the shame and disgust that had usually accompanied it, she feels nothing except for complete and utter satisfaction to it. It perplexes her to no end, wondering why on earth she suddenly feels no shame in cumming from the monster that has terrified her incessantly for so long in the recent days. 

Her train of thought is stopped as the sound of the car door opening fills her ears. Slowly she looks around, realizing they've arrived back at the house already. Slowly her nervousness fills her once again, knowing that Mikhail has something planned for her. What it is, she has no idea, but as usual when it comes to him, she knows it's nothing good for her.

"Now..." Mikhail begins, straightening his tie with one foot out of the door. "I'm sure I don't need to remind you that I expect you to be on your best behavior with my two friends. You can scream and cry all you want for them to save you, since they know exactly why you're here and how you came to be in my possession."

Curiously Angelique stares at Mikhail with bemusement etched in her face. It only serves to make her even more hesitant and afraid of these guests of his. Whoever they are, Angelique reasons, must be as bad and as evil as he is if they about his dark cruelty. 

Hesitantly she follows him out of the stretch limousine. Instead of going as far away as possible from him, she sticks close to his side. Mikhail can't help but to chuckle softly at her actions, knowing how afraid and intimidated she feels about the unknown. 'If she only knew...' He thinks to himself with a smile as they enter the impressive doors that led into the elegant foyer of his mansion. 

It seems to be quieter than usual inside the house from the foyer, while it looks absolutely spotless. For a moment, Mikhail steps aside from her as he walks over to a small table where the mail sits. Along side the table stands another of Mikhail's body guards, dressed in all black as he stood silent.

As Mikhail flips through the mail, he idly speaks to the man next to the table, sounding rather bored and tired as he inspects the bills and letters to him. "I trust you took care of our guests?" He inquires.

"They're awaiting you and the Misses in your lounge area." The man says with his voice deep and filled with stern respect for the man that paid his paycheck. "Also, your bedroom has been prepared and set up for your arrival."

A soft smile came from Mikhail's lips as he softly nods his head. Dropping the mail back onto the table, he pulls out his cell phone and wallet before placing them onto the table.

"Very well..." He says as he begins to walk down the foyer, with Angelique scurrying up behind him quickly. "Make sure that we're not disturbed tonight. I will be very displeased if it happens..."

Doing the best she can, Angelique follows Mikhail, her heels clicking quickly as she hurried after him. Despite her inclinations to ask him where they were going, and who was waiting for them, she keeps silent. All she can do is hope and pray that the evening wouldn't be too harsh on her.

In less than a minute, Mikhail turns to his left down the marble hallway into the open room. Angelique quickly follows suit, yet pauses at the door as she takes in the view of the room before her. Just like the rest of the house, it screams of opulent tastes. It looks more like a rich Victorian sitting room than anything else. Plush, velvet couches make up the center of the room, each in front of each other with a fire place cackling softly to provide the majority of lighting. 

It's while she's looking at the couches that she finds Mikhail's two guests sitting side by side. Expecting two evil, devious looking men, the sight of the two rich and lavishly dressed women in fine, elegant dresses catches Angelique completely off guard. Both look so beautiful and in their twenties with their forms and appearance, one with long, flowing blonde hair, the second with bright red hair that was wavy down her back. 

Upon seeing Mikhail walking in, the two girls immediately jump up to their feet, their faces wide with smiles that seemed difficult to tell whether they were genuine or fake. Both of them waste no time in laying kisses upon his cheeks as they hug him warmly. All while this happens, Angelique can't help but to feel something welling up inside of her at the sight of their attention and affection they place on him. What it is, Angelique doesn't want to admit, still in disbelief that she actually feels jealous.

"Hi Daddy..." The redheaded woman says as she plants a kiss on Mikhail's cheek. It isn't very long until the blonde girl does the same as she kisses his cheek and addresses him with the same little pet name.

Mikhail smile widens at their words. It's clear from the look on his face he loves the sound of their little name for him. "Sorry we're late, Ladies... Allow me to introduce my new toy..." He said warmly as he turned around and gestured towards Angelique. "This is Angelique, my new little toy I bought a few days ago." His tone is almost that of admiration, like a young kid talking about his favorite toy and possession.

His smile was warm as he pulls her closer to him in an embrace, his arm draped around her shoulders as he looked on at the other two girls before him. "This is Belle..." He says with a slight nod to the blonde. "...and this is Casey."

Quietly the girls give Angelique cold, calculating looks. "She's pretty, Daddy." The young blonde says through the silence. Although praising and complimenting her, the way the young blonde spoke was cold and scathing. "You certainly do have an eye for beauty, Sir."

Angelique stands in silence as they are introduced. Part of her is relatively shell-shocked to discover the two women waiting for them. For so long in the car ride home, she had been expecting to find two hulking men, whether friends or business partners of his, waiting for them at the luxurious mansion. Never did she expect to find two women that were so beautiful and young. Looking at them, she can't help but to feel as if they're genuinely jealous of her. Their eyes alone seem to speak volumes to her, with the way they shot her scathing, cold looks. 

"She certainly is beautiful, isn't she?" He playfully asks, his tone like someone speaking of a prized, cherished possession than anything else. "Very naive and innocent, however... She still has very much to learn..."

"Mmm... You mean we get to play with her tonight, Daddy?" Belle asks with genuine excitement in her voice as she looks up to him. "We just love it when you let us help you train and play with your new toys."

A slight laugh escapes his lips at the question. Angelique immediately looks up to Mikhail, slight fear and confusion in her eyes as she looks at him. "We'll see... we'll see... I've grown quite protective of her as of late..." Mikhail explains, stroking her arm slowly with his thumb in a sort of affectionate way. 

Pouting at his words, the young redhead named Casey slowly moves forward, allowing her hands to slowly run up and down his clothed chest. "We've been waiting all day for this, Daddy... We just love making your birthday special..." She says, her voice smooth and rather seductive with a certain hint of a raspy tone to it. 

The smile widens at her words. Clearly he was becoming aroused at the prospect of the night as he looked down into Casey's wide eyes. "Why don't you two go up stairs and wait for us... I have some things I need to discuss with my little pet." He says to the two girls before him. 

He stood in silence, watching the two girls leave before finally turning his full attention towards Angelique. "Lovely girls... You could learn a lot from them."

Slowly Angelique backs away from him, her eyes focusing back and forth between Mikhail and the open doorway that led to the main atrium of the house. Learn from them? What would she possibly learn from those two? "Who are they?" Angelique finally asks, speaking up her curiosity as she focuses her attention back to Mikhail. It's just a small piece of information she wants on an already wild and confusing night.

"They're two girls that work for my escort agency, my two best girls, to be exact." He says with a slight smile to his face. Walking over to the little wet bar of the sitting room they were in, he wastes no time in mixing himself a mixed drink. "Every year on my birthday, I invite the two of them over to spend the night with me, and they never disappoint... Hence why I said you can learn a lot from them if you intend on pleasing me."

Kicking off his polished shoes and untying his tie, he lazily grabbed his drink and walked a little closer to Angelique. In his eyes, there isn't a gleam of anger or frustration. On the contrary, Mikhail seems rather sated and in a pleasant mood compared to what Angelique had seen from him lately. "Tonight, you will be on your best behavior, much more so than you normally are. You are my slave and pet, and naturally your behavior results from my job as your Master. Simply put, if you act out, it looks bad upon me as your Master." He explains as he downs the drink in a single gulp. Placing the glass on a nearby table, he couldn't help but to look down and smile upon her, almost like a father would his daughter. "If you act horribly, you'll be treated horribly, and believe me, Little One, I have many more contraptions and ideas in my sadistic mind for little horrible slaves."

She stands quietly by as Mikhail explains everything to her. It was just as he had said earlier. If she wanted any chance of leaving and going home, she had to play by his rules, and make him happy to get what she wanted in the end. The way to her old, happy life, and family lead through Mikhail's satisfaction. Her expression is rather controlled and focused as she tried to process everything, and flinches only when he speaks of punishment and threatening her. 

Finally she slowly nods her head with understanding. "Yes... Daddy..." Angelique says meekly, using the same pet name the other two girls had used earlier when addressing him, even as it disgusts her to use the sickening, taboo moniker. 

Her use of the word Daddy makes Mikhail grin rather deviously. "That's a good girl. You are a fast learner, aren't you?" He asks playfully. Slowly he turns around, going to a chest that sat off to the corner of the room. "If you behave properly tonight, I'll allow you the privilege of sleeping in the guest room you were in earlier. Otherwise, there's a special place for bad girls that you haven't had the pleasure of experiencing." 

As cryptic and vague as his threat was, Angelique doesn't want to know what the punishment is. There are just something that are better left unknown, and in her mind, whatever Mikhail has waiting for 'bad girls' is just one of the things she doesn't want to know about. With the same meek voice, Angelique slowly turns her head down to look upon her feet and the carpet in a scene very reminiscent of a child getting chastised by their father. "Yes Daddy..."

Mikhail finally turns back around, holding in his hand a piece of what looks to be fine jewelry. The way it sparkles in the dim light speaks of diamonds and other jewels. The closer he gets, the more clear it becomes until it's obvious what exactly he's holding. A beautiful collar, made of fine Italian leather with diamonds inlaid upon it. Emeralds and rubies made up two roses on either side of it, clearly made with care and a great deal of effort. It looks clearly more like fine, elegant jewelry, the kind found in high retail stores, or even in museums. Hanging in his hand, he idly plays with it, allowing his thumb to roll over the smooth jewels as he looks upon Angelique.

"This is a special collar, to be worn on only the best occasions... Perhaps if I keep you around longer, I shall let you wear it at parties and balls, to go with beautiful clothing fitting a slave." He remarks casually as he unlocks the necklace around Angelique's neck, only to replace upon the bare flesh his elegant, bejeweled collar. Taking a step back, he can't help but to admire the effect it has over her, making Angelique truly sparkle in the light. "Lovely."

Throughout the whole collaring experience, Angelique remains silent, with her eyes trained to the ground. If it had been at another time and another place, when she truly was a free woman instead of a slave, she would have marveled at the beauty of the necklace, even feeling like a total princess with the jewels upon her neck. Instead, all she can think about is it's symbolic nature. No matter how many jewels she's given to wear, Angelique is his slave.

A tear runs down her eye as he moves back to the little bar against the side of the room. "What do you plan on doing with me tonight... Daddy?" She asks. A cringe comes to her body at the mere use of the sickening, taboo moniker she's forced to use.

It's then that an unsettling feeling falls upon her: no one is forcing her to address him as Daddy. Yes, it's what he wants, but did he ever actually command her to do it? Did he even mention him liking the name? She chose to call him that after hearing those girls call him it. She chose to do it. By far it's an unsettling feeling to her mind as she wonders just what the hell is happening to her.

"You and I will be having some fun tonight." Mikhail says as he makes himself another drink. Slowly he turns, leaning against the bar as he watches her. "My friends will be enjoying each other, while I enjoy you... Perhaps, if I feel like it, I'll allow the two of them to play with you for my viewing pleasure."

Slowly Angelique nods her head. Her confused and hazy mind, filled with thoughts of her predicament with Mikhail and her enslavement, can't help but to feel a little nervous about the night. Never has she been with a women, not to mention kissed another girl in such an erotic way. She could only hope Mikhail changes his mind, and truly decides to keep her to himself. Even though part of her wants to beg and plead with him for some kind of mercy, she knows it's pointless to even consider it. His happiness is her way out of a life of enslavement.

"Yes Daddy..."

He can't help but to smile at how compliant Angelique has become. Truly stealing his heart, he downs the last of his drink before slowly walking over to his little doll. Placing his arm around her, he slowly kisses her forehead. "Such a good girl..." He praises. Slowly he reaches behind her, allowing his fingers to slowly unzip and push down the elegant black dress. She stands before him, naked in heels, jewels, and stockings, the epitome of lust and sex.

Noticing her nervous trembling, he gives her hand a gentle squeeze before leading her out of the room. "Come my pet... Let's go have fun."



Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 09



(Author's Note: I did change the tense of the story from present to past tense. I just find it easier to work with and what I'm more used to. This was by far the hardest story to write with the difficult balancing act involved. As with all of my stories, all characters are eighteen years of age)

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He can't help but to smile at how compliant Angelique has become. Truly stealing his heart, he downs the last of his drink before slowly walking over to his little doll. Placing his arm around her, he slowly kisses her forehead. "Such a good girl..." He praises. Slowly he reaches behind her, allowing his fingers to slowly unzip and push down the elegant black dress. She stands before him, naked in heels, jewels, and stockings, the epitome of lust and sex.

Noticing her nervous trembling, he gives her hand a gentle squeeze before leading her out of the room. "Come my pet... Let's go have fun."

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Angelique's legs trembled as she walked side by side with Mikhail. Her stomach was filled with that nervous, anxious feeling that so often accompanied experiencing anything with Mikhail. Truly she didn't know what to expect out of the night, nor with Mikhail himself. So mysterious at times with what he planned, Angelique couldn't help but to think it was best that she didn't know what was going to happen that night.

Through the spotless, gleaming halls they walked. His hand held hers throughout the short journey from the main sitting parlor up to the master bedroom. Mikhail knew perfectly well the young girl was nervous, perhaps a little frightened, at what was ahead of her and what he was expecting, but deep down inside, he knew she would and could do whatever he put in front of her. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Mikhail couldn't shake that feeling that deep down, consciously or not, she was beginning to accept all of this.

When they finally arrived at the twin double doors that marked the entrance to his master bedroom, Mikhail's hand finally released itself from hers as he turned to face her. "Chin up. I know you won't let me down tonight... When we enter, you're to crawl, on your hands and knees as if you were truly my pet." He firmly said as his hand ever so gently caressed the side of her face. 

She was an absolute nervous wreck at his words. The only thing she could hear other than him was the hard, thunderous pounding of her heart. It felt so much like it was about to burst from her chest as she timidly sank down to her hands and knees beside his feet. 'Do what he says... Think about going home... Just think about going home...' Angelique thought to herself. It was the only thought and motivation she had for herself. The more she behaved and did as she was told, the closer she would come to realizing her dream and hope of being a free woman again.

With a push of his hand against the bedroom door, it slowly opened. The lavish bedroom was revealed before the two of them. Mikhail didn't waste any time before walking into the dimmed bedroom with Angelique close behind him.

The large fireplace provided the majority of the hazy light in the room. Its glow was practically the only light source apart from candles that burned on the nightstands on either side of the bed. Within its orange haze, it was clear that the room had been changed somewhat since the last time the two of them were there. Sitting at the foot of Mikhail's bed was a large, overstuffed armchair, accompanied by a small table to its side that held a bottle of liquor and an glass of ice. 

Familiar clothing that belonged to Belle and Casey were haphazardly strewn around the room, creating a crude trail that led all the way to Mikhail's awaiting bed. It was there where the two girls sat waiting for him upon the edge of the bed. Sitting side by side, completely naked with virtually no shame at all in their nudity, they were quietly awaiting Mikhail and Angelique. Seductive and wanton smiles came upon their faces upon seeing the Master with his slave finally enter the room. It was only when the door behind Mikhail closed, giving the four of them privacy, that the two guests rose from the bed. Holding hands together, they slowly walked over closer and closer to the two of them, their feet padding softly against the hard floor.

"Oh Daddy..." Casey the redhead said, her voice in awe as she squatted down in front of Angelique. Her hands softly stroked the long ebony hair on Angelique's head affectionately, as if petting a cherished family pet than a real human being. "She's so pretty... You have to let us play with her..."

Timidly Angelique's eyes glanced up from their glare upon the floor. Since she came into the room, and noticed the two girls coming towards her, she kept her eyes to the ground with bashfulness. Never had she seen another woman naked in this kind of setting, never in an erotic and downright intimidating situation like this. The very first thing she saw as her eyes turned up, made Angelique wish she never did so.

She was facing directly into Casey's splayed, crotch. As the redhead squatted down in front of Angelique with her legs spread slightly, Angelique could see all of the redhead's sex before her. Her cheeks flushed a shade of red that was almost like the fiery redness of the little mound of pubic hair above Casey's sex. 

The entire scene caught Mikhail's eye as he laughed. "Perhaps... We'll have to see about that. She's such a shy little pet." He spoke, his voice with admiration usually reserved for a cherished possession instead of talking to a human. In Mikhail's mind, Angelique was just that: a cherished possession. As long as he chose to keep her, she would be just that, not to be treated like a human being, but a cherished and priceless possession. "Why don't you two go and enjoy yourselves upon the bed for a little while. I think it would be good for my little pet to sit and watch for the time being. She needs to loosen up and relax for a few minutes before I put her to work."

Belle and Casey exchanged devious looks between the two of them. "Of course, Daddy..." Belle said with seduction and lust bubbling in her voice as the two of them rose and proceeded back to the bed. Mikhail stood and watched like a hypnotized man their asses, swaying ever so slightly as they walked. He hid no shame in the swelling of his organ within his trousers that ached to be played with. It took all of the concentration and self-restraint in him to hold off on fucking at least one of the naked women in the room. No, there was something else he wanted to do, something he wanted to play with.

"Come." He firmly said with a little, slight jerk of the leash as he began to walk towards the large recliner already set up in front of the bed.

Angelique had no other choice but to follow Mikhail. Her head hung low as she crawled after him, hiding the shameful flush of her cheeks at the provocative sight of the naked women before her. No matter what she tried to think of, the image of the woman's sex was irremovable from her mind. To add to the further embarrassment of it all, she couldn't get over the curious arousal that had built up within her. Before all of this, she truly was a curious woman, often imagining what it would be like to be with another woman even in her once-virgin mindset. Now with tonight being the most likely night she would follow through on that curious thought, she couldn't get over the arousal building between her thighs.

As the two girls climbed atop the thick comforter of Mikhail's bed, curling up against the headboard and the pillows, Mikhail settled himself back in the large reclining armchair. Without so much as a word to Angelique, he parted his legs slightly and patted his lap, as if wordlessly telling her to come sit on his lap. She needed no other command from him to know what he wanted. Angelique did as he wanted, with the promise and hope of going home the only thing driving her as she climbed slowly up his legs and sat upon his lap, watching the scene before her with apprehension and secret, shameful curiosity for what was going to happen.

Slowly Belle and Casey inched closer together. Their smooth, slender legs intertwined together in a tangle of Sapphic desires. The eroticism of the moment was more than enough to stoke the fires of arousal between their thighs. Every playful and lustful kiss brought within them increased pleasure and moisture to their pussies, and the knowledge of performing in front of their Boss only made things even more enjoyable.

Angelique sat quietly upon Mikhail's lap. With his hardening member nestled against her ass cheeks through the material of his pants, nothing came passed her lips. Her eyes were downturned in a feeble attempt to avoid looking at the erotic sight before her. Although admittedly curious, it felt so wrong and shameful to watch two people have sex, especially two women she had never met before. Embarrassment at what was going on around her caused her cheeks to flush a deep shade of red as she awaited any command from Mikhail that would take her mind and attention away from the sight before her. Her heart raced, not knowing what her Master had in store for her.

Her timid shamefulness couldn't escape Mikhail's attention, however. As he stroked her bare, naked thighs, it was clear from her slight nervous trembling what was going on in her frantic mind. "Lean back." He softly commanded in a faint whisper so that only she could hear him as his fingers traced the closed and clenched valley of her thighs. "Relax, Angelique. You're always so tense..."

Too nervous to talk back or even laugh at his words, she silently obeyed his command. Cautiously she leaned back against his clothed, masculine chest. As she rested her head against his shoulder, and her legs slowly parted, she tried her best to relax in the heat of the moment. A deep, tensed breath came passed her lips as she had to remind herself to breathe.

Mikhail laughed softly into her ear. His hot breath rushed against her ears, sending a shiver down her spine like electricity. "Don't be rude to our guests, Angelique..." He reminded as his hands ever so gently caressed her flat, soft stomach. "Pay attention like a good little pet for Daddy."

"Yes Daddy..." She breathed out in a slight whisper. Slowly her eyes looked away from the ornately decorated ceiling, traveling down the wall to find the bed sitting right in front of her.

By the time Angelique had looked back and focused her attention upon the bed, the two sensuous girls had become more erotic than before. Their chests were close together, breasts rubbing against each other's as the two embraced in a more passionate kiss. Soft, lustful sounds came from their lips as their tongues dueled and caressed one another, for the longest time drowning out the distant cackling of the fireplace. Legs that were once tangled together were then opened and splayed before the Master and slave. They showed no shame, nor embarrassment as their fingers freely explored each other's velvety entrances. 

Effortlessly their fingers slowly dipped in and out of each other. Moans punctuated the lustful air from their lips, causing the occasional squirm against the bed. Clearly on display was the wetness against their fingers as it glistened in the soft lighting. The sapphic sex that was taking place before her was too alluring for Angelique to turn away from. Her curiosity was at new highs as she watched the scene before her, drawing more and more attention to it.

"That's a girl..." Mikhail softly commended. His hand slowly and methodically inched slowly along her body, and in no time found Angelique's aroused pussy. Idly his finger tips traced back and forth along the wet little slit, bringing increased arousal and excitement to his little pet as her body tensed against him. Just seeing her small, feminine hands clench the arms of the seat brought a devious smile to his face, causing him to press on in the effort to tease and toy with his little pet. "My my, someone is enjoying the show, aren't they?"

The two girls upon the bed giggled at Mikhail's words as they watched Angelique. Never once did their rhythmic fingering of each other cease as they watched Angelique's torment. "She sure does, Daddy..." Belle remarked as her finger wiggled freely within Casey's tight warmth. Together the two girls became the voyeurs as they fingered themselves, watching the innocent woman being coaxed into an orgasm. 

Angelique's mind was completely disconnected from the sight and sounds before her. Her body was lost in a sea of pleasure as it engulfed her. Mikhail's slow, gentle caress of her pink slit was sending her mind into a frenzy. She couldn't help but to allow her body to submit to the pleasure of it all. Everything was just so tantalizing to her mind. His hard chest she laid against, the slow rubbing of her pussy, even the sights and sounds of the lesbian love-making was all too powerful for her to push out of her mind.

Against Mikhail's body she writhed and ached for release. Her hands latched on to his arm, digging in to his tough skin as his fingers finally penetrated her tightness. As his thick, masculine fingers wiggled and flexed within her hot pussy, Mikhail helped himself to his subtle breasts. Leaning his head down, his lips suckled upon her rosy pink nipple. As his teeth gently pinched it, his tongue couldn't resist teasing and flicking at it within his mouth. He was hell bent upon making her orgasm for him, to feel her young body writhe about in the throes of passion against his body. Every orgasm at his hands chipped away at her hardened defenses, cru12mbling it away until she was nothing but a puddle in his hands.

It was quickly becoming too much for Angelique to bear. Slowly her head turned to Mikhail's ear, her hot panting against his neck causing the hair to rise upon his flesh as she effortlessly whispered out her request. "M-may I cum, Daddy?" She asked softly, her breath and words rapid with lust and desire. There was no shame in her words as she asked him, no hint of any pain of the conscious in her words. So lost within her pleasure and lust, she showed no care as she writhed against him.

With a soft pop from removing his mouth from her slickened nipple, Mikhail looked directly into the sheepish eyes of his slave upon her request. Seeing her so consumed with the pleasure he was exerting upon her was a power trip like no other. She was like clay in his hands, able to mold the submissive woman to his heart's desires. "Cum. Cum for me." He firmly commanded, his voice rough and stern as his fingers rapidly caressed the sensitive pink folds that quivered from his touch.

Passionately Angelique's body shuddered against Mikhail's. As his fingers continued to mercilessly finger her tight warmth, she couldn't help but to cry out in the throes of passion. Her tight, milking cunt clamped down on his wiggling fingers, convulsing wildly as her juices flowed like sweet ambrosia from her creamy loins. Slowly the wet squishing sounds died away as Mikhail's fingering slowed to a halt once her body calmed from that euphoric orgasmic high. 

"That's a good girl... A very good girl..." Mikhail commented as he leaned his head against hers. With a soft kiss upon her forehead the way a proud father would his daughter, he soon turned his attention back to the two girls that sat on his bed, their fingers diligently plunging in and out of each other's pussies. "Casey, why don't you come and clean my little pet up?"

Angelique's eyes widened at Mikhail's order to the girl. She was absolutely speechless at what was going to happen, so caught off guard from her post-orgasmic high. It wasn't until after Casey's grin and leaving the bed that she noticed what was going on. Before she could do anything, Mikhail's hands cupped her breasts, his rough fingers toying with her hardened nipples as the redheaded Casey slipped to her knees in front of Angelique.

Without saying so much as a word to her boss, Casey began to lap away at Angelique's creamed pussy. Unlike a man's rough and hurried lickings, the redhead took her time in slowly eating out the young woman before her. With long licks, she slowly made her way around Angelique's sticky labia lips, teasing her way slowly and slowly closer to the cream filled center of Angelique's cunt. 

A sharp breath rush passed Angelique's lips as Casey began to passionately lick and caress her sex with her tongue. The feeling was new and alien to her relatively innocent sexuality. Every sensual lick of Casey's tongue against her nether lips brought shockwaves through her already hyper-sensitive pussy. It was so different than the first time Mikhail had eaten her out. She couldn't help but to admittedly like the new sensation brought on to her by a woman.

"That's enough..." Mikhail spoke up after a few long moments of Casey's eager licking and cleaning of Angelique's pussy, just before Angelique could have another chance to cum again. 

The young redhead obediently and diligently removed her face from Angelique's cunt, staring up at him with lust in her eyes and a glistening chin. "Daddy, Belle and me want to play with you now." She spoke up, her voice girlish in the hopes of coaxing his arousal even more so. From the bed, the blonde headed Belle nodded her head in agreement as she looked at Mikhail with pleading eyes.

He didn't need much coaxing and begging from the two girls. Angelique's inadvertent grinding against his lap in the throes of her orgasm had caused him more than enough swelling in his member through his pants. It was his turn to enjoy and partake in the festivities. Softly he tweaked Angelique's nipple as he looked into her eyes. "Go climb on my bed and masturbate. On your hands and knees, bottoms up for Daddy." He commanded her. 

Dazed by the sensations that ravaged her body, Angelique put up no resistance, no defiance or questioning of his orders, as she slowly rose from Mikhail's lap and moved to the bed. Within her mind a battle raged, to follow Mikhail's orders or to not follow them. Her conscious pleaded to defy him, to show some sort of dignity instead of following his orders like a mindless drone. Yet, there was another part of her mind that desperately wanted the pleasure he was affording her. Nothing she ever experienced before made her so weak in the knees, so desperate for relief. The added promise of being allowed to go home was just the proverbial cherry on top. Softly her feet padded against the floor before finally crawling up into the plush, soft bed that was awaiting her. Like an obedient slave, Angelique followed Mikhail's orders as perfectly as she could.

Without a word of protest, Angelique slowly climbed into the bed and moved into position. On her hands and knees upon the bed, with her ass and bottom positioned into the air with her face planted into the soft sheets that were scented with the lustful scents of the girls, Mikhail had the perfect view of Angelique's hot pink folds displayed before him. True to his orders, Angelique's hand slowly snaked down under her body, in no time finding her tight warmth, before slowly massaging her throbbing pearl of a clit.

Meanwhile, in front of the bed, Mikhail was enjoying everything. By the time Angelique had stood and climbed into position upon the bed, Belle and Casey meticulously began to remove the rest of his clothing. He stood quietly, surveying Angelique's slow masturbation of her clit while stealing glances down to his two eager girls as they pulled down and away his pants. It was only once he felt the cool air against his thick, throbbing member replaced by the hot, engulfing moisture of a mouth. 

Slowly he looked down to the two girls before him. As Belle slowly and hungrily stroked the thick, bulbous tip with her luscious lips, the redhead Casey knelt beside her with a wiggling, eager tongue stroking his thick, cum-filled orbs. The pleasurable sensations that teased his senses were overwhelming and powerful to his mind. Even he couldn't stifle a soft groan in approval of the two girls as they serviced his organ. 




Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 09



Upon the bed, Angelique couldn't stop her mind from wandering to Mikhail. With her head pressed against the bed, she hid the closed, tearful eyes from his view. There was something deep down inside of Angelique that she couldn't quite understand. Knowing that the two girls were sucking his cock sparked some kind of jealous feeling within the depths of her mind. Confusion flooded her conscious as to why she would even feel jealous about it. Try as she might to remind herself he was the man that bought her from a sex trafficking auction, and treated her like a dog earlier in the morning, she just couldn't figure out why she would be jealous about the girls. Whether she was jealous towards the fact she was missing out on pleasuring him, or the fact that Mikhail himself chose the two girls to please him, she just didn't know why she felt jealousy welling up within her, nor which one was more frightening to her mind.

The room quickly began to fill with the sounds and scents of sex. As the two girls diligently worked to suckle upon his tool, their wet, gagging sounds drowning out the sound of the cackling fireplace, the feminine scent of Angelique's arousal was tantalizing to Mikhail's nose. Like a predator before his prey, Mikhail watched with hungry eyes the hot, wet pink folds that were awaiting his member. It was becoming far too much for him to ignore and put off. He needed her like a drug.

"That's enough for now, ladies..." Mikhail remarked to the two girls. Immediately the stopped before planting soft, appreciative kisses upon his thick shaft and thick balls. 

Slowly he walked passed them. His cock throbbed and ached for pleasure as it bounced against his thighs with every footstep. With purpose in his steps, he gradually walked up and stood behind Angelique, watching her fingers continue to massage her clit. That sight alone brought a smile to his face. Grasping her thighs, he firmly jerked her body back into position, so that her lower body laid over the foot of the bed, as if she were bending over into the bed. 

"Such a good girl, aren't you, Angelique?" He asked with praise in his voice as his hand slowly grasped his member and began to caress it's wet, hot tip against her soaked cunt. 

Once again Mikhail's attention was focused upon Angelique, and almost immediately the jealousy within her went away. Coyly she wiped her eyes against the comforter, hopeful he was unaware of any emotions she was experiencing. "Yes." She rasped out quickly, her body tensing with anticipation as his cock tip found the hot pink haven of her pussy. 

Mikhail chuckled softly at her eager words. 'Breaking her down...' He thought to himself triumphantly as his hand incessantly rubbed his cock tip against her velvety opening. She could try to deny it all she wanted; he knew all too well she wanted this. Her quick, eager words were those that seemed as if in search of re-assurance of affection and attention. Those glimmers of tears in her eyes he noticed were of jealousy; that was perfectly clear to him. Angelique was truly beginning to break in his eyes. The once rebellious, spirited girl, was slowly turning into a slave, a true, obedient slave, all because of him.

"Good girl... very good girl..." He commended, stroking her back in a rhythmic pace to match the stroke of his bulbous tip against her opening. Slowly he turned his head back to the two girls who sat waiting for his command. "Casey..." He began, "... I think Angelique wants to repay you for cleaning her little cunt. Why not allow her that privilege while Belle makes sure Daddy is very satisfied."

Angelique's eyes widened at Mikhail's casual choice of words. Her heart raced as the sounds of Casey and Belle moving came closer and closer until finally Casey climbed up onto the bed and positioned her open legs on either side of Angelique. Hands clenching the bed sheets, she timidly looked up to the smiling Casey. 

"It's alright." Casey said reassuringly with a light giggle at Angelique's timid look. Reaching down, she softly stroked the side of Angelique's face in a comforting way. "Just do what I did to you. It's easy." 

Hesitantly Angelique nodded her head as her eyes slowly traveled down to look upon Casey's pussy. Sitting before her, it glistened slightly with arousal, the soft, feminine scent flirting with her nostrils. For the longest time, Angelique had wondered what it would be like to be with another woman in her naive sexual mind. Now with Mikhail behind her as his member slowly and painstakingly inserted itself deeper and deeper into her tight, velvety canal, it was perhaps the closest and relatively only way she would experience it firsthand.

Slowly Angelique's head lowered down into the redhead's lap. Her lips gently met the nether-lips of Casey, gathering the rather sweet wetness upon her lips. The mere taste of it was intoxicating to Angelique. After wondering and fantasizing about it for some time, curiosity couldn't be contained. Her mere taste drove Angelique to slowly lap at Casey's pussy, meticulously allowing her tongue to part ever so gently between the sensual labia lips. 

"She's such a pretty little cunt licker, isn't she?" Mikhail mused to Belle and Casey as he slowly pressed his hips into Angelique's. His member gradually entered her tight canal as he watched the erotic sight before him. Even as Belle stood behind him, her hands caressing his naked torso as she passionately kissed his neck, he continued to keep his eyes upon his pet like a proud parent. She was so special to him in that way. He was the person that shaped her into the obedient slave she had become. Even if she was, in large part, following his orders in order to go home, she was following them because of him. Once the spirited girl that tried everything to escape, even succeeding in some regard to make it to the main road, she was now his, and only his. 

As his member slowly carved it's way deep within her sex, Angelique incessantly continued to lick away at Casey's pussy. Like a cat lapping at milk, Angelique's tongue slowly and hesitantly licked away at the hot, pink center. It was only when she heard Mikhail's words of praise that she slowly began to relax, as if his approval was more important to her than Casey's. To hear him speak with praise about her, although in a morbid and taboo sort of way, was soothing and relaxing to Angelique's troubled mind in a way nothing could compare to as she continued to obediently lick and lap away at Casey's hot snatch.

It didn't take Mikhail very long until the lustful power of the evening consumed him. Firmly his hands grasped his little slave's hips as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. Just the sight alone of his little pet, the girl he molded into his slave, so diligently and happily lapping away at a stranger's pussy was too alluring with its eroticism to ignore. Even as Belle humped his leg, grinding her wet cunt against his leg as she kissed his neck, Mikhail's focus was almost entirely upon Angelique.

Roughly he pulled Angelique's hips back into his. The sheer force of it drove him deeper and deeper into her tight pussy, his cock tip brushing against the firmness of her cervix. As the cum welled up within his balls, churning ever so closer to orgasm, he couldn't help but to allow a low groan out from his lips under the sound of their hips slamming together. 

He couldn't take it anymore. After holding it off, he needed to cum. 

With force, Mikhail ripped away his member from Angelique's tight, gripping pussy. His member throbbed and twitched, ever so close to shooting his load, as he pulled Angelique's head away from Casey's crotch and jerked her down off of the bed to her knees before him, even as she panted like an animal in heat. 

As Angelique was jerked off of the bed, she could only look up to Mikhail's eyes as he peered down at her. In a brief moment, as the two locked eyes, she couldn't help but to feel some sort of odd, almost alien feeling welling up inside of her at the mere sight of him. As she looked passed his thick, veiny cock that glistened with her juices and cum, she couldn't help but feel an entirely different level of closeness between the two of them. It was as if, in her mind, they were something closer than just a slave buyer and innocent, forced-into-slavery woman; it was almost, as if, she felt a deeper, closer, and even loving, in a dark sense, connection that was both confusing, and admittedly frightened to think she was actually starting to like him.

Before she could have time to even think and consider the plethora of emotions that were running through her mind, Belle and Casey began to take over. As if truly knowing what their boss wanted, the two girls seamlessly began to move into position. As Casey scrambled down and off the bed, she quickly squatted down beside her, holding Angelique's head steady in front of Mikhail's cock. Belle didn't skip a beat either as she too crouched down beside Mikhail. 

On her knees, the blonde bombshell was quick to begin to work Mikhail's rigid tool. Ever a true expert at the art of pleasing a man, she didn't pause for an instant as her hand vigorously stroked his thick cock, using Angelique's wetness and juices for lubricant. Her soft, feminine hand gripped his throbbing member, allowing it to pulsate and ache in her hand as she stroked him off. 

"Mmm... Please Daddy... Please cum for us..." Belle asked, her voice filled with seduction and lust as she looked up to his eyes. "We want your cum, Daddy..."

He couldn't take it anymore. Belle's seductive coaxing was more than enough to send him over the orgasmic cliffs. His eyes locked in upon Angelique's, staring directly into her beautiful gems before being consumed by his orgasm. Wildly his member throbbed spasmed in Belle's hands as he finally came with a loud groan. The thick, hot, white cum jutted from his cock. Uncontrollably it shot out from him, spurting directly upon Angelique's soft, creamy white face. There was no escaping it for Angelique as it landed all over her young, beautiful face. She could only kneel before him, eyes closed as his hot load landed across her face. 

With a groan and a soft chuckle, Mikhail sat back into his arm chair, a sated look upon his face. His cock idly twitched and throbbed against his thighs as he looked upon the erotic sight of his slave before him. Cum all over her face, he couldn't help but to watch her face. It was entrancing to him, a memory he wouldn't forget as he slightly nodded his head.

"Come clean me up Belle, if you will. Casey can clean off my little slave's face." He said with a smirk to his face.

The two girls didn't waste a minute before following Mikhail's words. Once Belle slowly crawled on her hands and knees between Mikhail's legs, she didn't wait until her hot mouth engulfed his twitching cock. As her tongue hungrily swirled against his gradually deflating member, Casey was quick to focus her attention upon Angelique's face. As Angelique knelt without protest, Casey's tongue longingly licked away his semen upon her face. 

Not a word of protest, not even a flinch of disapproval, came from Angelique as Casey's tongue lapped up Mikhail's cum from her face like a sponge. She couldn't explain it, not even to herself, as to why she was being so obedient to him. Her conflicted mind knew perfectly well it wasn't for fear of punishment. But if it wasn't that, then what was it? The only explanation that came to her mind that felt remotely close to the truth was because she actually and truly wanted this, because deep down inside, it was what he wanted. Despite her best efforts to dislodge the thought out of her mind, Angelique couldn't stop thinking about him and his desires.

'What the hell is wrong with me?' She silently asked herself as Casey lapped up the last bit of his cum upon her cheek. 

It was only once Casey had finished licking Angelique's face that Mikhail had seemingly had enough. With a sated look to his eyes and face, he let out a soft sigh as he stroked Belle's head. Tired from the long day, the entire evening was just the cherry on top of a very rewarding birthday. "That's enough for tonight, ladies..." Mikhail said quietly as Belle's head slowly removed it's tight, cleansing suckles of her throat with a soft pop from his member. "My pet and I have a very long day ahead of us tomorrow."

Belle pouted at his words, disappointment evident in her face, as she softly nodded. "We understand, Daddy..." She said, planting a soft kiss upon his pelvis, just above his swollen member. "Did you have a good birthday, Daddy?"

Softly Mikhail smiled and nodded his head. "Oh yes..." He said, his eyes glancing at Angelique's with a smirk upon his face. "A very good Birthday."

The two girls giggled to themselves as they exchanged glances between each other. As they slowly rose from their positions upon the floor, Mikhail's eyes once again fell upon Angelique's. With that soft, knowing smirk upon his face, he slowly and silently motioned his fingers to her, as if motioning for her to come closer to him as he sat in his recliner like a king without clothing.

Once again, the unexplainable, conflicted feeling filled Angelique as she paused for only a moment. She didn't need to be told twice as she slowly crawled over to his feet. Angelique couldn't help it. There was seemingly some invisible force pulling her attention and desires closer to him. It truly was as if she wanted to make him happy and satisfied, regardless of the fact that obedience meant freedom. In her mind, obedience had already given her some sense of freedom. No longer, it seemed, was she restrained and held back by the fear of punishment and pain, but instead bound to him by some irresistible force she just couldn't explain to even herself.

Quietly Angelique crawled closer to Mikhail. Like a small, loving cat, she slowly curled her legs close to her body as she rested her tired, weary head against his knee. Once Mikhail gently began to stroke the top of her head, petting it ever so gently as he watched the two girls dress, Angelique once again felt close to Mikhail, perhaps closer to him than anyone she ever knew in an odd, romantic sense.

"I have envelopes waiting for the both of you down stairs in the Parlor..." Mikhail said to Belle and Casey, breaking the silence that had fallen with a soft smile to his face. "Don't spend it all in one place now."

Dressed back into their clothing, the two of them couldn't help but to giggle to themselves. Both of them quickly moved to him, planting kisses on either side of his face with affection and gratitude. "Thank you Daddy..." They both said, grinning from ear to ear as they casually walked out of the bedroom, leaving Angelique at Mikhail's feet as he continued to stroke her head in silence.

"I'm very proud of you..." Mikhail said finally. "You're becoming a very good girl."

Angelique said nothing in response. In that instant, she felt, oddly enough, at peace with the world. To her mind, she was safe and protected there upon the floor as he praised and stroked her head. Nothing could harm her, she thought to herself, her mind slowly easing and relaxing.

"Thank you... Daddy..." She whispered softly, her eyes turned away to the floor as that small part of her conscious, the small part that couldn't help but to remind her how utterly wrong this was, sent a pang of shame into her mind.

Mikhail softly chuckled as he gave her head a soft pat. Quietly he stood up, slowly moving as he stretched and groaned with tiredness in his body. "I'm a man of my word. Tonight, you're allowed to sleep in your bed as a reward for being such a good girl for Daddy." He said with a little wink. "Sleep well, my little pet." Walking over to a small cabinet, he wordlessly pulled out a towel from within the cabinet and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Soon, it was clear from the sound of running water, that he had decided to take a shower before bed, cleansing his muscled body of the smell of sweat and sex before bed.

For the longest time, Angelique remained silent upon the floor of Mikhail's posh bedroom. Truly her already confused mind was conflicted even more with his approval of her reward. Not knowing what she wanted to do was almost amusing to her mind. It was remarkable to her that only hours earlier, she so desperately wanted to be allowed to sleep alone in her own bed, and then she sat upon the floor of his bedroom, debating whether to go on to the little room that was set up for her, or to simply crawl up into his bed.

'Just do what feels right...' 

It was moments until she finally made her mind up, following her heart over conscious. Her feet padded softly against the floor, not making a single sound as she climbed up into Mikhail's bed. Tightly she curled up under the blankets, her head resting upon the soft, plush pillows as she silently awaited Mikhail to come to bed with her.

Fifteen minutes was all it took for Mikhail to finish cleaning up. The bathroom door slowly opened as he dried off his naked, wet body. Truth be told, he honestly did not expect Angelique to be waiting for him within his bed. It was honestly the last thing he was expecting. Once again, it showed she was breaking away, her resistant spirit virtually in ruins because of him. With a smile upon his face, Mikhail finished off drying his body before climbing into the bed with her. Not a word passed his lips as he climbed in beside her, and almost protectively draped his arm around her naked body.

By far, it truly was a very good birthday.



Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 10



(Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in getting this out, it's been a little bit of a rough and busy patch with finals and stuff like that. This is a short chapter, yes, but very crucial to the story. As with all my stories, all characters are eighteen years or older, and property of the writer.)



Fifteen minutes was all it took for Mikhail to finish cleaning up. The bathroom door slowly opened as he dried off his naked, wet body. Truth be told, he honestly did not expect Angelique to be waiting for him within his bed. It was honestly the last thing he was expecting. Once again, it showed she was breaking away, her resistant spirit virtually in ruins because of him. With a smile upon his face, Mikhail finished off drying his body before climbing into the bed with her. Not a word passed his lips as he climbed in beside her, and almost protectively draped his arm around her naked body.

By far, it truly was a very good birthday.

~~~~~

Outside, the peacefulness of the evening was in full effect. A light breeze had come in from the east, softly rustling the trees as the moonlight showered the grounds in pale moonlight. It was peaceful, serene, as if all was right with the world.

However, all was not right.

From the woods, a group of masked men emerged. Guns locked and loaded, they were considerably armed with a wide assortment of firepower and weaponry for whatever stood in their way. Their clothing was black, expressionless, allowing them to effortlessly and seamlessly blend into the darkness of the grounds as the dark storm clouds began to move in against the bright moon. 

More than one storm was on the horizon...

~~~~~

It took Angelique seemingly forever for her mind and body to relax under the protective embrace of Mikhail. His arm draped over her, she could only stare out of the large window as she tried her absolute best to calm and relax. It took all she had to try and focus on the soft moonlight that shone through the window almost like a gigantic search light, its blue haze illuminating the bed where the dying flames in the fireplace could not. For some reason, she just felt so nervous and anxious with him so close to her. His warm embrace, however, didn't bring about nervousness about punishment and disappointment, but in an odd sense, a nervous feeling that always came with an admirer. 

'Snap out of it...' She tried to tell herself relentlessly. 'You're not falling for him... He's evil...'

Yet, for all of her silent, inward crusade to rid herself of the feelings of warmth and infatuation with Mikhail, she just couldn't convince herself enough. 

There was just something about him that was more than his obvious handsome appearance, some coarse personality that could only pull her closer to him. Angelique couldn't help to shake the feeling that somewhere under that cold, Russian Mobster mentality was the soft, caring man. Her punishments were all justifiably a result of her actions. When she acted out against him, although reasonably so, she was met with punishment. When she tried to escape, again, reasonably so, she was met yet again with punishment. She would be lying if she didn't admit his humiliating tasks excited her. When he fucked her ass in front of his men before sending them away, she couldn't help but to feel aroused deep within her loins. What he did, he knew how to do it, and although a dangerous man, she truly did feel protected by him, as if he would rather die than to allow something to happen to her.

It was with his hand draped across her stomach, his fingers mindlessly caressing the nakedness of her flat stomach that Angelique slowly drifted off into a peaceful, quiet slumber. For the first time in seemingly the longest time, Angelique felt safe and at peace with the world around her.

Her peaceful, at ease feelings, however, were soon shattered by the piercing bangs of gunfire.

Mikhail reacted quickly to the sounds. His heart raced with adrenaline as he sat up quickly in the bed, his hand becoming firmer against Alli's soft stomach. More alert than ever before, his ears strained to hear any sounds at all as his eyes focused with intent upon the large, double doors that connected the bedroom with the rest of the house.

"What----" Angelique begins, her voice immediately drowned out by another series of gunshots. This time, however, the shots sounded closer and closer as the sounds of men yelling in Russian filled the hall. In just a matter of seconds, however, the sound of the Russian yells were drowned out by the fierce and loud sounds of automatic gunfire. The thunderous, repeating gunshots only meant one thing: a gun battle was taking place, and it was certainly unclear who was winning the all important battle.

Not wasting a minute in deliberating what to do, Mikhail acted. Quickly his hand reached over to the nightstand, rummaging around it as he pulled out a silver pistol from the depths of the drawer. There was no time to call the police, no time to call for back up. The battle was here. It was going to be pointless to sit around and hope and wait for help to arrive. He was going to take matters into his own hands.

"Keep your mouth shut." Mikhail growled out quietly, pulling Angelique out of the bed with force by her small little wrist. Their naked bodies illuminated by the moonlight that poured through the window and the dying embers of the fire, Mikhail shoved the gun into Alli's trembling and fearful hand.

"No... No..." She said, shaking her head as the tears of fear and panic ran down her face. Feebly she tried to push the gun back into Mikhail's hand, but he would not let up.

"Do as I fucking say." He commanded, his tone no longer the sweet and playful kind, but more of the determined and firm voice of a Russian mobster. "Point and shoot. Simple. Get under the bed and wait for me to come back."

Fear and panic gripped Alli's mind and body. This was all too real for the young teenage girl. It was more like something she would have seen in a movie, never thinking she would be in the middle of some gun battle. Her emotions were getting the best of her as she sobbed and cried, shaking her head at Mikhail's adamant stance that he was going to leave her. She couldn't be left alone. Not like this. Not here.

The sound of a painful and agonizing scream filled the hall, reaching their ears easily through the door. Alli's naked body trembled as she stared directly at the door, unable to move at all. Mikhail couldn't wait. Bending down, he planted a passionate, longing kiss upon Alli's lips, letting his tongue slowly stroke her lips perhaps for the final time as he pulled himself away from her. 

"Under the bed!" He said quietly in a hurried voice as he moved over to a small cabinet. Throwing the doors open, he didn't wait at all before pulling out a long, black assault rifle. Putting a clip into the chamber, he looked over at Angelique as she fearfully crawled on her stomach into the dark, obscuring depths of the bed. 

"I will be back, I promise my Alli..." Mikhail said, throwing on a red robe before finally disappearing into the darkened hallway, making his way deep into the depths of the unknown danger that lay before him.

~~~~~

The floor was cold, firm against her trembling body. Underneath the bed, Angelique laid like a frightened cat. Her body was pushed back as far as possible against the wall, lying as rigid as a board with the gun in her frightened hands. She was all alone. Nothing was stopping anyone from putting a bullet through her head. As she lay there, she couldn't help but to wonder and hope and pray that everything would be alright, that the gunshots that echoed throughout the mansion would not hit or hurt him. It was a remarkable change, a change she did not fully realize in her fear. The frightened, kidnapped slave was actually hoping her master and lover was safe through it all.

This was no time for thinking or analyzing anything, though. This was life and death, and Angelique stood on the fine line. What was going to happen, she didn't know. All she could do was to lay there and pray.

Slowly the gunshots died away, their loud bangs slowly retreating further and further away from the bedroom until there was no sound at all but the frantic screaming and yelling in Russian. She couldn't and wouldn't be able to see the few masked assassins fleeing the grounds, making their way through the same dense woods she herself had used not that long ago. Although the firefight sounded over, and the Russians at least victorious, Angelique remained firmly in place upon the bed, her eyes wide as she stared out directly into the open doorway of the bedroom in search of any sign of her Mikhail.



Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 11



(Author's Note: Sorry for the long, extended delay in posting this one. It's been pretty busy in my life, and just haven't had the time, nor the muse, to write. I've gotten a lot of e-mails about this, so please keep in mind that I am not a professional getting paid to write. This is merely a HOBBY, something to do in my spare time. As with all of my stories, all characters depicted are eighteen years of age or older, and all work is the sole property of this writer.)

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Slowly the gunshots died away, their loud bangs slowly retreating further and further away from the bedroom until there was no sound at all but the frantic screaming and yelling in Russian. She couldn't and wouldn't be able to see the few masked assassins fleeing the grounds, making their way through the same dense woods she herself had used not that long ago. Although the firefight sounded over, and the Russians at least victorious, Angelique remained firmly in place upon the bed, her eyes wide as she stared out directly into the open doorway of the bedroom in search of any sign of her Mikhail.

~~~~~

Every second spent under the bed was excruciating for Angelique. It felt like an eternity only exasperated by the pain and growing dread of not knowing what was taking place within the numerous floors and rooms of the Mansion that had become home for her. The loud, thunderous gun shots that echoed throughout the house in the moments after Mikhail's departure from the bedroom had since died away into silence. 

As Angelique lay under the bed, her naked body trembling as she clutched the pistol within her hands, her mind was filling with dread and fear. There was no telling, no idea, at all of what was going on within the Mansion. The silence was frightening, more so than any sound of gun fighting could have. With the gun fire came the knowledge that the struggle was still going on, the fire fight still being waged, that Mikhail was still alive in the fight. Silence only gave her fear and doubt of who came out victorious and who survived the fight. She shuddered to think what would happen with Mikhail gone. What would stop his men from taking her? What would stop them from simply putting a bullet between her eyes? 

But more than the fear of what would happen if Mikhail was killed, was the care and concern for him. She couldn't shake that feeling of dread and fear of a man she truly cared for. It was hard to admit it, hard to say she actually had feelings and cared for the man that kept her captive. Deep down, that moral consciousness, knew it was wrong, so utterly wrong to even remotely feel the way she did for him. A captive should not care for the man that held her against her will, her mind reasoned. As much as that moral conscious would have loved to chalk up her feelings to a case of Stockholm Syndrome, that feeling in her gut, that innate sense of genuine love and care, would not leave her so easily.

It was as she was thinking of what was going on within her heart and mind when the sight of a person standing within the doorway startled her and jolted her mind into a sense of alertness. Looking out from under the bed, it did not take very long at all to recognize the bare feet and bottom of the crimson red robe.

"Get out of there, now." Mikhail's voice said, hurriedly moving about the room. 

Angelique slowly crawled out from under, a sense of relief washing over her as her eyes fell upon Mikhail ripping apart drawers from dressers. One look at him told her everything she needed to know without asking. Blood was splattered upon his face and chest, his eyes dark and cold. There was a cold determination within him; a dangerous aura around him that oddly, and confusedly, aroused Angelique. There was just something about him, something about that dangerous sense about him, which made her body tingle with an odd sense of arousal. 

Mikhail's eyes turned to her naked, trembling form for only a moment before throwing a long, black winter coat towards her from one of the drawers. "We have to hurry. They'll be back soon. They always attack in waves. If the first one doesn't do the job, the second one will." He said, turning his attention to the large, old mahogany armoire cabinet. After throwing open the doors, he pulled out two large duffle bags. "I tell you to run, you run. I tell you to hide, you hide. Don't be a stupid cunt, Angelique." 

Quietly he opened the bags, pulling the zipper down to inspect both quickly. In one contained clothing and a few moderate bundles of bills, while the other contained smaller contents of weapons and ammunition. He didn't hesitate to grab both bags with one hand, clearly favoring his left arm as he nodded over to the door. "Keep your eyes closed, and hold onto the sash of my robe. You shouldn't have to see the carnage down stairs."

Angelique gently nodded her head, eyes widening at Mikhail's albeit vague description of the lower levels. It was then, as she looked to him with fear in her eyes, that she noticed blood slowly trickling and running down his hand from the arm he was favoring. Clearly he was wounded as the blood slowly dripped, and in any other circumstances, she would have rushed to his side, ready to take care of him. But this was not any other circumstance. This was life and death. She knew what was at stake as she threw on the long, black and thick trench coat. 

Slowly she reached for the loose sash of his robe, her nervous fingers trembling as she gripped and held on tightly. The fear was clear to Mikhail, and undoubtedly understandable. "Just take a deep breath. You're alright, but we must hurry. I promise I won't let anything happen to you." Mikhail said, turning to plant a light, gentle kiss upon her forehead before finally leading the way out of the bedroom. 

Not a word was said between the two of them as Mikhail led his cherished slave through the halls of his home. For both of them, the fear was too strong. Mikhail, a man that was rarely afraid of anything, was filled with dread and fear for the first time in a long time. His men were gone, either dead amongst the intruders, or gone, away from the Mansion for their night of relaxation. The darkness was virtually impenetrable to his eyes, making the ability to see anything in front of them poor. There was no telling what was lurking within the halls, waiting for the perfect time to strike. 

"Keep your eyes shut." He said firmly, his foot feeling out the outline of a body obstructing their path. Angelique did exactly as she was told. Quietly she complied with his command, her eyes shut tightly as her hand gripped the silk sash firmly. She was terrified, absolutely terrified of the infinite dark possibilities of their fates. In so many ways she felt close to death, so close to the veil that separated life and death. Even though she was close to Mikhail, feeling safe in his presence somewhat, it still did not take away the fear of death. The mere touching, the brushing of her bare leg against the still warm lifeless corpse, put everything in to perspective for the young woman. Death was all around her, so palpable and tangible. It brought tears to her eyes, knowing the end may be near.

Mikhail quietly guided Angelique through the halls and down the stairs, trying with all his might to ensure she did not come in contact with any bodies if he could help it. The last thing he wanted was for her to be scarred, to be haunted by this night for the rest of her life. A beauty such as hers, a true beauty that grew upon him, was something he did not want blemished by the mental hardships of this night. 

Once he had her through the halls, it was just a short and hurried walk down a small few steps into the garage of the house. Quickly he opened the back door of one of the large, black SUVs, allowing the light from inside the car to flood into the cold, dark garage. "You can open your eyes now." He said, turning his attention back to his slave as she opened her eyes. "I want you to climb in and lay down on the floor. We'll be gone in just a few moments, Princess. I have a few things I need to take care of."

Immediately Angelique shook her head frantically, tears running down her face as she looked up to Mikhail. "You can't leave me. Not again, not here." She said, her voice being shaken with the emotional turmoil of the night. "Please don't leave me here, please..."

The sight of her in such a condition tugged at his heart strings. As much as he wanted to be with her, to give her a sense of security, there were things that had to be done, things that would only jeopardize her safety. She was better off alone in the garage, a place where few would look for her, while he took care of business. There were things needed done, things needed to be saved, and things that needed to be destroyed. 

He shook his head as he leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss upon her head. "Get in the car, and lay down on the floor. It's me they want, not you." He said, pulling back to look into her eyes, those entrancing eyes. "We don't have time, and I'm not going to take you back into harm's way even more than I have. Now get in the car before I force you in there, Princess."

Even though she wanted to stay with him, to be safe and secure with him, Angelique knew it was an uphill battle, one that she couldn't win. The garage was, perhaps, one of the safest places to be, and as much as it frightened her to just consider being alone once again; she knew that Mikhail would be back for her. There was just a certain look in his eyes, a reassuring feeling she felt from him, that he wouldn't let anything happen to her as long as he was still alive. He would always be there to protect her, which the sacred bond between them wouldn't allow for him to just so easily leave her to the wolves. She was safe with him. As long as he was alive, she was safe.

Softly she nodded her head in understanding, wasting no time in climbing into the back seat of the large SUV. Angelique slowly nestled her body upon the floor before the back bench, the thick and long winter coat allowing her body to blend into the dark shadows of the interior of the car. Once again she found herself hidden in secret, waiting for her Master to come back safely for her.

~~~~~

The silence was deafening as he moved through the dark corridors of the mansion. His weak, injured arm hung struggled to hold a red gas can from the garage, as his other hand clutched a berretta. Mikhail moved slowly and cautiously through the halls, his eyes wide and alert through the blinding darkness. And yet, even without the light, without the ability to see where he was going, Mikhail knew exactly where he was, and where he was going on memory alone.

He grew up in this house. He played with his toys in these halls. It was where he learned of his father's death, and where he learned of his grandfather's death. In this house, Mikhail knew everything about it, from the happy memories in his life, to the dark secrets these walls contained. Tonight, these walls would not let the secrets be unleashed into the world. If the assassination squads did not destroy this house with their guns and explosives, the Feds, and all of their manpower would tear this house apart. It was a thought that filled him with disgust. He was not going to let that happen. If anything was going to happen to this house, it would be by his own hands, not by others.

In the darkness he walked, finally coming to the private office that had been his base of operations for so long. It was a room that had seen the fates of many men decided, from nosy, relentless investigators, to the unfortunate men that had caused him harm. Numerous death warrants and bounties had been signed throughout his family, and soon, it would be no more. Even in the darkness, he knew the room was untouched, quiet, and calm like a room so far away from the carnage just beyond the halls. In any other circumstances, he would have paused for a moment, taking the time to cherish the last moment he had in the room, but Mikhail knew time was short. In a matter of minutes, there would be another group of thugs coming to kill him, not having heard back from their first wave.

Mikhail moved swiftly through the room. Things, invaluable, important, things needed to come with him, to be saved from the destruction he had planned. After placing the can of gas upon the desk, he moved quickly to gather all that was needed. A ledger book containing all of the paper trails of the small USB Drive that held any and all financial information from his computer. A small book of family photos, kept over the ages of his family. He piled the two books on top of each other onto the desk before hurriedly moving to the framed painting. 

The moonlight shining through the windows illuminated the old Russian landscape painting upon the wall, giving it a glowing hew before Mikhail ripped it from the wall to reveal the hidden safe. There was no need for light as he quickly punched in the pass code onto the numeric key pad, and in a matter of seconds the subtle click of the locks of the safe door reached his ears. Mikhail acted on pure adrenaline-fuelled instincts alone, not thinking much at all as he grabbed the small safe deposit box and the rest of his treasures before performing the final task he was dreading deep within his heart. 

Cradling the books and box in his damaged, bleeding arm, Mikhail began to burn away the place that had been his world for so long. Gasoline was poured and deposited throughout the office, leading out into the destroyed foyer. Past the paintings that had survived the test of time. Past the dead bodies of friends and foes. Every last drop of gasoline from the red can was poured until nothing but fumes exited. For a moment, Mikhail stood alone in the hallway where he once spent many childhood days playing with his toy cars while the grown-ups talked behind closed doors. Tears glistened in his eyes as he held a lighter in his pocket, looking out at the place he grew up, the place that was his home, before burning it all to hell.

It was quick and sudden after he lit the lighter and tossed it into the trail of gasoline. As the flames began to grow and blossom, consuming the dead bodies and the place of memories in moments. He couldn't stay around, he wouldn't. No. His thoughts and mind were upon another possession of his, tucked away in the backseat of his vehicle still in danger. As quickly as he could, he moved through the small side hallway that led back into the garage. He didn't waste any time at all before climbing in behind the driver's seat, and tossing the salvaged possessions into the passenger seat before pulling the keys from the center console of the SUV. "Stay down until it's clear." Mikhail commanded, his eyes peering into the back seat to make sure she was still there as he started the car. 

He began to fish around in the darkness of the vehicle for the garage door opener, a growing sense of urgency taking him, until something peculiar caught his attention. From the still opened door of the hallway, he could see shadows against the glow of the orange flames, moving shadows that seemed to be growing closer and closer.

There was no time. It was too late. Quickly and suddenly he put the car in reverse, bursting through the garage door with a clatter. The car violently whipped around at Mikhail's control, speeding down the wooded drive at breakneck speed as the sound of gunfire began to fill the air. By no means were they safe. Mikhail knew that all too well as he sped down the lonely drive away from the burning mansion. It was only the beginning of a long night on the run.

~~~~~

The sound of gunfire alone made Angelique scream out in terror. Never before had she come close to any kind of gun fighting, let alone being in the target. It frightened her like nothing else in the world could. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she trembled upon the floor, her hands clutching the coat over her body tightly. Even though she was with him, even though she was in Mikhail's care, she still feared for her life. 

It was moments until the sound of gun shots had died away into faint, distant echoes on the night air. The sounds were only replaced by the digital numeric sounds of a key pad Mikhail pressed upon the front dashboard phone of the car. Angelique listened as Mikhail spoke in his native tongue, and even then, she could hear the pain in his voice. She knew instantly upon seeing his arm that he was hurt, but the strain and pain in his voice as he spoke was clear. He was hurt; there was no doubt about it. How long they could survive with him in such a state was far beyond her understanding. Lying upon the floor, Angelique not only prayed for her own life and survival, but that of her savior's.

"You can sit up..." Mikhail finally spoke as he focused his eyes on the deserted road they were on. "...We're safe for now."

Slowly Angelique sat up, her body trembling in fear as she peered out of the tinted windows. They seemed alone, deserted on the lonely road that cut through the vast, sprawling woods. The night was calm, almost eerie without any stars at all. Clouds had moved in, obscuring the glow of the moon to nothing. It was dark, an ominous feeling over taking her as she looked out of the windows, not knowing what was going to happen, nor what to expect.

~~~~~

Mikhail was silent as he drove the car as fast as he could from the scene. It was not anger, nor remorse that filled him in those silent moments, but fear, actual, ice cold fear that gripped his being. He was not afraid to admit it. It was by sheer luck alone that they had survived, and by much larger luck that he was still alive after the shot to his arm.

Time was running out. Quietly he looked over to the bleeding, wounded arm as he tried to steady his breath. Calm. He needed to be calm. Even when his brain did not want to do anything but panic. Was what he had heard true about those Haitian Hit-Men? He hoped not, oh how he hoped not. It was not out of the realm of possibility. The back-room stories of them came swimming to the forefront of his mind. Poison bullets. Dipped in snake venom. 'If the shot doesn't kill you, the poison will.' Already he could feel his heart racing, pounding against his chest. He needed to get away, he needed the doctor. If all went to plan, if they had made it to the Safe House in time, the doctor would be there. All would be well. All would be safe. Angelique would be safe.

Angelique. He was so afraid, so concentrated upon the endless possibilities of the night, that he momentarily forgotten about her. One look into the rear-view mirror told him all that was going on in her mind. So clearly he could see her body shaking and trembling in fear. The frightened look in her face, illuminated by the street lights outside the vehicle as they passed through the small little town just before the freeway, told him she was more frightened than he was.

'If she only knew what was happening in my arm.' He thought to himself. They needed something to distract each other, something to take their minds off of the troubles and uncertainty that filled them. Mikhail knew all too well that Angelique needed to be calm, needed to have a clear head, relaxed as best as she could, especially if something were to happen. The tension continued to build, and one mistake, one simple mistake, could result in their demise. She was nervous, all so nervous and terrified. She needed something to help relieve her mind and body, and Mikhail had just the idea.

"Distract yourself." Mikhail said, his eyes peering around as they sped onto the freeway entrance ramp. "Masturbate for me."

Angelique was taken completely aback by his command. He wanted her to do what? For a moment, she paused, truly not believing what she had heard until she caught the sight of his eyes, those powerful, questioning eyes in the rearview mirror of the car.  




Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 11



Nervously she began to follow Mikhail's commands. After moving to the center of the back seat, her legs spread against the arm rests of the front seats before her, Angelique slowly slipped her hand between her thighs to gently caress her feminine entrance. 

It was through that nervous, terrified fear alone that she began to masturbate. She had no idea why Mikhail wanted her to do it, nor could she begin to fathom why he would want her to masturbate in such a dangerous situation. And yet, as her fingers continued to massage the sensitive nub of her clitoris, the sensations coursing through her body, she could slowly begin to feel herself relax, the tension and sheer stress slowly ebbing away from her mind and body, despite what was going on.

In no time, the musky, feminine aroma of her pussy began to fill the car. Mikhail watched as she began to pleasure herself, and soon, he too began to ease himself. It was a much welcomed distraction from the constant, building fear that was filling him, this was something he was used to, something he had dealt with and had in some sense become accustomed to, albeit not as close and dangerous as this evening. Angelique needed it more. Angelique, his innocent, sweet little slave, wasn't used to such a life filled with danger and closeness to death. 

Reaching for the A/C controls, Mikhail turned the system on full blast, aiming all of the ventilation doors onto her wet pussy. He could hear Angelique's panting increase, the pleasure filling his ears as he continued to watch her in between watching the road. The mere sight of her hands so diligently working her sensitive clitoris as her fingers dipped in and out of her tight pink warmth made him groan in desire. 

"That's it, Princess... Let me hear you cum, let me hea--- agh!!!"

The pain was swift and came without warning. His whole body seemed to tense up with a sharp, shooting pain in his chest. Tightly his eyes clinched, his wounded arm going limper by the minute. The car swerved right and left as he tried to steady himself, but it was of no use. He wasn't going to make it; he wasn't going to make it there. Death was near. He could feel it creeping up his spine, tingling his senses as he slowed the car to a stop along the shoulder, and soon slumped over into the passenger seat.

~~~~~

Angelique's eyes went wide, her screams filling the cabin of the car as the car swerved in and out of traffic, slowly coming to a stop along the deserted shoulder of the highway. Panic filled her as she watched Mikhail slump over onto his right, his body shaking and convulsing without any signs of being conscious. Instantly she climbed forth, her eyes wide as she tried to awaken him, but it was useless. Desperately she tried to awaken him with her hands, slapping her still wet hand against his cheek, shaking his body, but nothing came out of it. 

She was at a total loss as to what to do. Tears streamed down her face as she looked around, trying to gain any balance at all as to where they were. Edgewood said the Freeway sign before them. They were in Edgewood? Immediately she began to picture a map in her mind, placing them in a place as best as she could remember.

It was then that it finally hit her. She knew exactly where she was. She was in control of her own destiny. Freedom was in reach, the police station not very far at all from the Edgewood exit. The very thing she had wanted for so long, the chance to go home, to live a normal life, and be free from everything. To be free, it was there, just waiting to be taken and claimed. It was there, so easily within her grasp. Thoughts of her family, her friends, of a life she had been ripped way from, filled her mind. She could be free; she could be a free person.

But at what cost? The sight of Mikhail beside her, panting in his unconscious state, filled her with fear. He would not last. He would not make it if she chose freedom. It was a tough decision: her freedom, or the life of her savior and Master. 

She trembled and sighed as she got behind the wheel of the car, speeding off as she looked to the GPS that led the way. Part of her hated and regretted the choice she made, but it was not easy. No matter what, Angelique knew she could not leave him, not in such a state. Even though he held her captive, even though he held her within his palm, twirled around his finger, she loved him. She loved the man that had saved her, had saved her life in so many ways. He had looked after her when many would have forgotten and gotten rid of her by his own admission. Whether her moral conscious approved or not, she loved him for that. He had saved her time and time again, and now, she was going to save him.

"Don't leave me, Mikhail." She said, reaching for his hand that she gripped tightly as the tears ran down her face. "Don't leave me... Please don't leave me."



Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 12



(Author's Note: I get a lot of anonymous feedback from writers, and one in particular was from a friend of mine I had not talked to in a while. You know who you are, China Dolly. Send me an e-mail with your e-mail address since you're not on FL anymore. I've missed talking to you... Here's another chapter to my Enslaved to the Mob. It's short, I know, but something I'm proud of. As with all of my stories, all characters are eighteen years of age or older, and the intellectual property of this writer.)

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She trembled and sighed as she got behind the wheel of the car, speeding off as she looked to the GPS that led the way. Part of her hated and regretted the choice she made, but it was not easy. No matter what, Angelique knew she could not leave him, not in such a state. Even though he held her captive, even though he held her within his palm, twirled around his finger, she loved him. She loved the man that had saved her, had saved her life in so many ways. He had looked after her when many would have forgotten and gotten rid of her by his own admission. Whether her moral conscious approved or not, she loved him for that. He had saved her time and time again, and now, she was going to save him.

"Don't leave me, Mikhail." She said, reaching for his hand that she gripped tightly as the tears ran down her face. "Don't leave me... Please don't leave me."

~~~~~

The air was cold, moistened with the approaching storm, as the tall, lanky, blonde haired Russian stood alone on the loading dock. 

Everything about the evening felt bad. The shit storm was only just beginning, he mused to himself. What had begun as a night of fun and excitement on a rare night off on the Boss's birthday devolved into a night of tension, of dread, and of panic. It all began as peaceful and calm as any night could be with the boys. Now, they were all on guard, fully loaded with every single weapon they had from the depths of the warehouse. No longer was it a simple warehouse, a hub for their illegal arm shipments, but a fortress, so impenetrable, so armed and guarded, and now awaiting the arrival of the Boss.

All the man could think of was how to tell him, if he should tell him at all, about the development in the night of twists and death. Surely a man in his state couldn't take the news he had to deliver, could he? It was sure to ruin him, to destroy him. There was no telling how the Boss would react, what he would do in a blind rage. It was dark times, very dark indeed. He could hold off. The Boss didn't need to know... yet.

Everything had gone down the toilet. The plans were changed. The game plan thrown out of the window. There was no telling what would happen now with him still alive.

From the distance, the sound of a car horn blaring, echoing through the dark and quieted industrial park, brought him back to reality from his contemplative state. There was only one car to be expecting, and from the sounds of the horn, it had to be Him. "Open the gates!" The Blonde Russian roared into the walkie-talkie in his hand, and within moments the iron gates slowly opened, just in time to allow the speeding, large SUV into the awaiting courtyard. 

Instantly he leapt from the entrance of the warehouse, moving quickly with the group of bodyguards and soldiers to the car that came to a screeching halt in front of the building. With urgency in their footsteps, they bolted for the car, shouting at each other, and yet, as the blonde Russian named Dmitri came closer and closer to the car, his stomach rolled over in dread at the sight of who was behind the wheel.

"Take him upstairs to the doctor!" Dmitri shouted to the men as they rushed passed him, ripping open the passenger door before pulling Mikhail's unconscious body out with urgent care. He could only watch as the group of foot soldiers carefully carried Mikhail between them, rushing up the stairs and through the entranceway of the old warehouse. It was then, with his Boss disappearing into the building, that he turned his attention to the girl, the girl they all talked about and discussed behind Mikhail's back, the girl that threatened everything.

He moved quickly, going around the vehicle to pry open the front door. Angrily he pulled her out of the front seat, showing no regard for her naked body as he pushed her against the car.

"Start from the beginning, and don't leave out any details." He growled out, his hand painfully gripping her arm.

Fear filled Angelique's eyes as she looked up to the enraged man before her. There was no doubt in her mind that the man meant business, an anger that would result in who knew what kind of injuries. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Mikhail was not there to save her. In their eyes, she was nothing, an expendable piece of the puzzle that was worthless to them. It was out of fear that she began to retell the events of the past few hours, shaking and trembling in fright as she told the man everything, from the moment the first shots echoed through the peaceful bedroom, to Mikhail's violent reaction, and rolling over in the car.

Through it all Dmitri listened, and listened, saying nothing at all. It was only once her story of event was over, and his mind finished processing everything, that he finally let go of her arm, standing up straight and stern as he straightened his jacket. 

"Get your coat. I'll show you to your room."

Angelique softly nodded her head as she went to the back seat of the SUV, climbing in quickly to grab her coat. She was in the process of straightening it out when her eyes found the objects sitting upon the floor of the front passenger seat. The two books, one clearly a photo album with the thick pages, the other what appeared to be a ledger book, and a box, a small metal box that looked like a small safe-deposit box. Whatever they were, she knew it had to be important enough for him to risk his life to go back into the house and save. Without much deliberation, she was quick to grab the objects, holding them tightly to her body as she slowly exited the car with the coat upon her body.

For a second, Dmitri looked upon Angelique, noticing right away that she clutched items closely to her body. What they could be, or what kind of attachment she held for the objects, Dmitri had no idea, nor did he want to. It was just another oddity in a night full of odd, weird events that were far from the quiet normalcy the Organization had gone through. On the spot, he turned, beginning the long climb up the cement stairs into the depths of the warehouse with Angelique not far behind.

~~~~~

The entrance hall of the once great Industrial Textiles International was quiet and tense. The few men that stood alert within the old hall were armed to the teeth with automatic assault rifles strapped to their shoulders and hand guns resting within the confines of their holsters. Seeing Dmitri enter, with the young woman in tow, only made them feel even more stressed. There was no denying what the men thought as they remained guarded. 

This was the great precipice, the time where lines were drawn and arguments flourished. For some of the older men, they had seen it all too often. Any time in which the Boss was incapacitated in bloodshed, an act of war, such as this, there always was, and would be, a person lurking, waiting to take control, whether the old Boss wanted it or not. 

Dmitri led Angelique past the few armed men in the entrance hall of the warehouse, paying no heed to those who looked to him for any sign of trouble or uncertainty. He was a man with no time, no time at all to sit around and worry. The time for worrying and fretting over the past was over. Now was the present and future, the time to strike and attack, to establish their dominance rather than falling back into the depths of inaction. It was time to step up, where men were shaped and turned into powerful Gods among men. He would be damned if he was going to sit around and wait for their enemies to strike again. 

Quietly Angelique followed, her body tense and full of worry. Unlike her guide, she was more afraid than she ever was in Mikhail's presence. She was silent as she followed, filled with some regret over her choice. By no means was it easy, her freedom or the life of her savior and protector. He had given her life, saving her from the others at the Auction, and the dangers that came with the surprise attack upon the Mansion. Now, there was doubt within her mind as to whether Mikhail would survive or not even in his safety. She felt so foolish in some ways to have chosen his life over her freedom. If anything had happened to him, there was no telling what would happen to her. From the way they looked at her, she knew she was nothing to them. There was no connection, no sense of affection towards her that Mikhail had. She was nothing but a hazard, a dangerous sex slave with her picture plastered across newspapers and television news channels. 

It was once they were within an elevator, with the door closed, that Angelique's thoughts and feelings were confirmed. Looking over to her, Dmitri gave a predatory smirk to her. "You made a brave choice. Brave, but foolish." He said, his eyes turning up to the Floor Indicator lights above the doors of the elevator. "If he doesn't survive, there will be changes. Many changes to the more potential damaging and dangerous elements of Mikhail's enterprise."

She shot him a curious and frightened look. "What do you mean by that? Why are you telling me this?" Angelique asked, feeling uneasy and timid to be in this man's presence.

A smirk came across his face as the elevator came to a stop. "You'll see." Dmitri said as the doors opened. "You'll see."

~~~~~

The doors to the elevator had opened into a place that was completely different from the old, dirty warehouse below. Unlike the main entrance way that seemed to be more industrial and commercial, the private penthouse above the warehouse felt warm and inviting, as if it was an expensive loft in the city rather than a living space above a warehouse in the industrial part of the city. Everything about it felt clean, comfortable, a home away from home. The floors were polished, made of rich dark mahogany. Pictures on the wall were framed, shining in the lights that brought attention to them. 

As the two of them walked down the hall, Angelique's eyes instantly found them, her attention focusing upon them to see the happy, smiling face of Mikhail. She wanted to pause to look at them as if in an Art Museum, but the sound from the room at the far end of the hall jolted her thoughts.

That scream, that painful, agonizing scream of a man from the far end of the hall snapped Angelique's attention to it. Her eyes went wide as she focused upon the door at the end of the hall, with no doubt in her mind as to who was screaming in pain. There were so many things she wanted to know and do at that point. Was he alright? What was happening to Mikhail? She wanted to run into the room, to be with him, but her fear of this man kept her firmly rooted in his wake. The blonde haired Russian leading her was a man that frightened her from his comments in the elevator alone. Once again she had to remind herself that she was nothing to them, nothing but a burden and a kidnapped woman with a lot of heat upon her. She was not foolish, she knew that the first thing he would do if Mikhail died was to get rid of her. The last thing he needed was a young woman with police looking for her, and her face plastered all over the news. 

They came to a stop at one of the rooms to the left, and after Dmitri unlocked the closed door, he slowly pushed it open, willing Angelique inside to the private bedroom. Slowly and hesitantly she stepped inside, her eyes looking around at the spacious bedroom. In an instant she felt like she was standing in the middle of a hotel room with its large queen-sized bed, flat-screen television, and modern, posh furniture made of wood and stainless steel. It felt comfortable and warm, even when she felt so utterly on edge and tense with emotions. 

She carefully entered the room, her eyes glancing around to the confines of the room. Placing Mikhail's belongings upon a small table, she peered out of the window, her eyes looking out past the sea of buildings to the bright lights of the city. Just beyond the horizon, she could make out the soft, light pink hue of the sky and the coming dawn.

"Perhaps you could enlighten me on something..." Dmitri asked from the doorway. Once again that grin, that predatory smirk was across his face, sending a shiver down Angelique's spine as he leaned so casually in the doorway.

"And what would that be?" Angelique asked as she turned to face him, trying her best to be polite when all she wanted to do was to slam the door closed in his face. Her feet slowly carried her further and further from the doorway, backing up to place the bed between them both.

The smirk grew wider at the sight of her dread of him. It was the simplest things in life that gave him joy. Even through the midst of a Gang War, through the troubles of a Boss on his death bed, he still found pleasure in tormenting weaker people. Angelique seemed perfect to torment, so frightened, so lost, it made him happy to think of the tormenting truth he was instilling into her mind.

"You see, some of the other boys and I am curious about you and the Boss. Any other man would have thrown you out of the room for a shield. What makes you so special, huh?" Dmitri asked, slowly stepping into the room. "We all have our suspicions and own private bets. So what makes you so special for him to keep you this long?"

Dread and panic was immediate within Angelique. It filled her as she watched him slowly closing the gap between them, that gaze in his eyes unsettling. She felt like a little lamb in the presence of a vicious, blood thirsty wolf, the space between them slowly closing and closing and closing. 

And yet, the question he posed was one even she was curious about. As she knew all too well, she was a woman with a lot of heat on her, being searched for high and low, and he was a man with so much power and influence. What made her so special that he had kept her alive and well? There were a number of thoughts and possible explanations, some she thought was just too far out there, and some that she did not truly want to come to terms with.

"Maybe he likes my company." Angelique said, trying to keep face as Dmitri came within inches of her.

He smirked at her response, his hand slowly coming to caress her cheek. Ever so gently it traced down her chin, the soft curve of her neck, before his hand carefully outstretched and held her within his grasp. By no means did he choke her, merely holding her in place with a firm hold around the softness of her neck.

"Maybe so. Maybe he just likes your sparkling personality. Or maybe..." Dmitri remarked, his hand slowly pushing through the divide of the coat. Gently his finger tips traced up and down the soft flesh of her firm stomach, slowly teasing and caressing her senses as his fingers trailed ever so closer to the soft, feminine entrance of her pussy. "...He just likes your tight cunt."

Angelique trembled at his mere touch. So much of her wanted to strike him, to scream for help, but there was no Mikhail to save her. She was alone, stuck with no way out. At the complete mercy of him, she was powerless to stop him. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, he was in charge. There was nothing she could do as the tears slowly ran down her cheeks, feeling his thick, masculine digits slowly part her tight labia lips and slide in slowly.

His breath was hot as he sighed, the tight, velvet warmth wrapped around his fingers. It made him chuckle, seeing the pain in her face as his fingers gently curled back and forth, feeling her folds become hotter and wetter than before. "Ah ha... Now I see why he likes you so much..." He breathed out, his fingers ever so gently caressing her tightness. "So tight. Oh so tight... No wonder he wants to keep you alive... Who knows, it may be why I keep you alive."

It was becoming too much for Angelique to take. With her emotions already frayed and stressed from the long, tumultuous night she had endured, the stress that came with not knowing what was going to happen to Mikhail, the mere touch of this sickening, frightening man was becoming too much. Using all of the strength she could muster from the depths of her mind, she pushed herself away from him, freeing her neck from his grip, and her pussy from his masculine, wiggling fingers. 

"Get away from me you bastard or I'll scream." She threatened, her trembling hands pulling the long coat around her body as she spoke to him.

His laugh was cold, devoid of that warm amusement as he wiped his fingers clean of her feminine wetness against her bed. "I know you won't say anything to the Boss, if he lives to see the sunrise. Accidents happen. It would be a shame if he found out you decided to jump from the window to your death for freedom." Dmitri mused, his smirk dangerous as he turned from Angelique and slowly made his way from her. 

"I would be careful who I insult if I were you... You never know, I might be your next Master." Dmitri remarked with a grin as he closed the door, leaving Angelique all alone within the bedroom with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company.



Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 13



(Author's Note: Here we go again. I feel as if I'm nearing the end of this storyline. There are still a few more chapters to go, but not very much. If anyone would be interested in some private role playing, send me a feedback message. I could go for some to get my creative mind flowing once again. As with all of my stories, all characters mentioned are eighteen years of age or older, and are the sole property of this writer.)



His laugh was cold, devoid of that warm amusement as he wiped his fingers clean of her feminine wetness against her bed. "I know you won't say anything to the Boss, if he lives to see the sunrise. Accidents happen. It would be a shame if he found out you decided to jump from the window to your death for freedom." Dmitri mused, his smirk dangerous as he turned from Angelique and slowly made his way from her. 

"I would be careful who I insult if I were you... You never know, I might be your next Master." Dmitri remarked with a grin as he closed the door, leaving Angelique all alone within the bedroom with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company.

~~~~~

The rest of the night was completely restless for Angelique as she laid within the bed. The threat Dmitri left her with still lingered within her mind. More and more she continued to question her choice of Mikhail's life and safety over her own freedom. There was no doubt within her mind that if he died, if something had happened to her Master, it would be all over for her. She truly did not want to be Dmitri's slave. The man was downright frightening and cruel. Even though she did first think the same of Mikhail when their paths had crossed, there was something to him, some tender care in his eyes that lurked beyond the sadistic gleam. With Mikhail, she never thought he would kill her. With Dmitri on the other hand, there was no telling what he was willing to do.

Hours were spent lying within the bed, tossing and turning in the comforts of her bed without an end. Her mind was so restless and stressed with the long ordeal of the night she had endured, and yet, through it all, it all went back to one question: why did he save her? 

There was no doubt within her mind that she was trouble for him. She was still news according to the morning news she watched before turning to try and sleep. Her mind could not help itself. Curious as to what was going on, whether they were still looking for her, Angelique had turned on the television and watched as her name and picture came across the television, along with pleas from her parents for her safe return home. Tears came down her face as she watched them, as she saw the terror and fright etched in their faces as they begged for her to be sent home. It was all one big taunt to her, a cruel joke. She had freedom within her hands, ready for the taking, and she threw it all down the drain for a reckless act of kindness to a dying man.

Over and over again she asked the same question to herself: Did I do the right thing? As she rested her head upon the thick, fluffed pillows of the bed, she could not help to ask herself that question. Mikhail had risked his life to save her. He bought her, saving her from a fate unimaginable by powerful men and women that couldn't risk having such a slave with that much attention. He went out into the house, risking his own life in a gun battle to shield her. He gave her a gun, willing her to defend herself under the bed. He had given so much for her, and yet, now he lay dying. What would happen to her if he was gone was something she couldn't think of. It was too frightening, too disheartening and dreadful for her to think of the endless possibilities. If Mikhail died, so did she. 

It took some time for her to finally fall into the comforting embrace of sleep. The exhaustion was too much and overwhelming for her to stand up against. Her dreamless, deep sleep comforted her, giving her some respite from the troubles and stresses of her reality. 

~~~~~

It was the late afternoon when Angelique finally awakened. However, it was not the bright summer sun that shone through the windows that awakened her, but that of a knock to the door. For a moment she paused, looking at the door with a sense of dread filling her. The last thing she wanted to do was to wake up and go back through the hell she had suffered through. 

When she finally climbed out of the bed, putting on a robe from the closet, she opened the door, and much to her displeasure, saw the man she was dreading.

"It's about time you woke your lazy ass up." Dmitri said, his eyes looking over her body. "I should fuck you in the ass for making me wait. I bet you would like that, wouldn't you?"

Angelique said nothing. She could already feel her anger growing and blossoming within her, waiting to be unleashed upon this man before her.  Just being in his presence made Angelique's body and mind tense, the threats from the previous night still lingering within the forefront of her mind. He was dangerous to say the least, a man that was putting himself in position to strike. She could feel it in the air, the tension palpable amongst the men when she entered the building, to the sense she received from being around him. 

He smirked at her silence. "You're lucky he woke up. Otherwise, you'd be down on your knees begging for mercy." Dmitri remarked, smirking as his eyes wandered across her feminine form. 

"He's awake?" Angelique asked, her eyes wide with hope as she spoke.

Again he smirked, slowly pushing his way into Angelique's bedroom. "Yeah, he woke up this morning, and he's lucky to be alive." He said as he slipped beside her, slowly walking into her room after closing the door behind him. Dmitri paused at the window, overlooking the vast, sprawling city beyond the glass. "But, for how long, no one knows. Poisons like that can be very tricky to contain over time."

More and more Angelique was beginning to dislike what was going on. With him in her room she felt so naked and exposed, as if standing under a spot light waiting to be hurt. Dmitri seemed to her to be just that kind of man, that kind of ruthless, sadistic man that took pleasure in the discomfort of others. How far he would take it, she did not and could not know. There was no denying he was a dangerous man, capable of bringing everything down, the kind of driven man that would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

"I want to see him. Now." She said, trying her best to sound resolute and firm in her stance when she felt nothing but fear and dread for the man standing before her.

His laugh was mirthless as he turned to face her, that gleam in his eyes unsettling as he sat himself down upon the corner of the bed. "Look at you. You're the Boss's fuck meat, and you already think I'm going to take orders from you." Glancing over his shoulder, Dmitri turned his eyes to her own, locked in upon the look of dread. Oh she could try and hide it all she wanted. He could see right through that façade to the fear and dread that filled her just being in his presence. "You and I are going to discuss a few things..."

Tightly Angelique pulled the robe around her body, completely on edge just to be around Dmitri. "Like what? I have nothing to discuss with you." She said remarked with stiffness in her voice. 

"I would beg to differ..." Dmitri said, his body gradually sitting up upon the edge of the bed. His back was straight, eyes cold and determined, his presence exuding a dominating sense of confidence and power that intimidated the young woman as she stood before him. 

"You see, your Master is in no position at all to give commands and take control as he once did." He began, his voice unwavering as he spoke to her. All too well he knew he was playing with fire, taking a risk that could destroy him, but there was just something about her that made him want her all the more. She was beautiful, intimidated, fearful, and ripe for the picking. No matter what happened with Mikhail, Dmitri was going to see to it that she was going to be his. "The men aren't very confident in him. Men have been killed, families and lives put on the line, all because of him and his actions..."

It would be easy, very easy for me to take control of things around here. He could be in a coffin tonight if I wanted it to happen, and you could be in some ditch with a bullet between those pretty eyes of yours." Slowly he began to adjust the cuffs on his sleeve, straightening them with idle care as if this were nothing more than just an ordinary conversation. "But I'm not such a bad guy. I'm pretty smart once you get to know me. I know that nothing has to happen to the Boss for me to take control. I'm already in charge with him lying in that bed of his. There's nothing stopping me from going in there and finishing the job that those Haitians couldn't do."

From the very beginning, Angelique didn't like where the conversation was going. Her stomach was knotted over in dread of what was taking place. The smart woman knew what was coming, what the bastard was getting to, and she was powerless to stop him. Deep within her heart, it pained her to know what was expected of her, what was needed to save not only her life, but Mikhail's as well. There was no way out of it. She knew that much. If she ran from the room, and what Dmitri said was true about the feelings of Mikhail's men, it would be the end of them. There would be nothing stopping Dmitri from killing them both then and there. 

Tears ran down her face as she looked into the face of Dmitri, despising the glowing look of victory in his face. Just seeing the tears made Dmitri chuckle as he slowly began to rise to his feet. "I see you already know what I want from you." He said as he slowly walked towards her. There was no denying that look in his eyes, that predatory gaze filled with an insatiable hunger. It frightened Angelique just to just look at him, feeling even more alone in the world at that moment. The world felt so far away, as if she were all alone with Dmitri with nowhere to run or hide.

Seeing the tears slowly rolling down Angelique's cheeks made Dmitri laugh. His forefinger slowly moved towards her face, wiping away the tears as he towered over her. "I love it when sluts cry." He remarked crudely as his hand slowly moved lower to the bejeweled collar still around his neck. For a moment, he hesitated, his eyes locking upon the diamonds and rubies that gleamed in the light through the windows. All too well Dmitri knew he was playing with fire, a dangerous game that would bring him even closer to death. It was that thrill, that excitement that made him want to do it even more. After all he had done in the recent few days, all of the planning he had put together, to be ruined by her, it was well worth it.

"Now get on your knees." Dmitri commanded with his voice full of seriousness. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you too badly."

For a moment, Angelique hesitated. There was nothing more in the world she wanted rather than to punch the bastard before her. Her anger and instincts so badly wanted to take control of her, to unleash the fury that the stress of the past hours had added to. But she wasn't stupid. She knew who held the cards. Dmitri was a man with power, with the means of getting what he wanted, and at that moment, it entailed murdering Mikhail and her right then and there. It was a matter of life and death, a choice that was not easy for her to come to terms with.

Her eyes burned with pain, that excruciating emotional pain that no amount of physical pain could compare to. It hurt her so much to know what was expected of her, what was needed for her, as she slowly and hesitantly sank down to her knees before him. The amused chuckling sigh from him only made matters worse, knowing that she was betraying Mikhail more and more each moment. That sickening, gut wrenching feeling was consuming her. It was amazing to her for that brief moment, thinking that she was actually feeling so guilty, so sinful, by betraying her Master when there was a time she didn't want anything to do with him at all.

She could only look away, her eyes focused upon the floor beside her as the sound of Dmitri's pants zipper was slowly unzipped. No matter what, Angelique could not deter her mind from what was about to happen, especially as she felt the hot, fleshy hardness of Dmitri's cock slowly caress her tear-ridden cheeks. 

"Open wide..." He said, taunting her with his cruel words as he continued to press his hot, throbbing cock against her face. "Or do you want me to force your mouth open? There's a reason why I'm banned from the whore house, you know... I tend to take things a little too far when I don't get what I want when I want it."

The threat was more than enough to bring her gaze from the floor to him. She allowed her eyes to linger upon his cock for a moment, eyeing the thick tool that jutted out from the dark slacks. Just seeing it brought another bout of fresh tears down her face, knowing what she was about to do. In the end, she knew there was no other choice. It was be killed, or be humiliated and used. There was no way out. 

As soon as her plush lips opened slowly, a sure sign of the hesitation flowing through her mind and emotions, Dmitri struck, and did not hold back at all. A low groan escaped his lips as he felt his thick member invade her tight moist mouth, feeling her cheeks spread and cock ever so beautifully slide down into the depths of her mouth. Angelique was helpless to stop him, even though every part of her wanted to fight back and run, run for the safety and comforts of her Master.

Dmitri's groans were quickly filling the confines of Angelique's private bedroom. It was too powerful of a sensation that crept up his spine, feeling her warm, wet mouth engulf his cock like a glove created especially for his length. Even as she tried to put as little effort into it as she possibly could, containing the motions of her tongue against the underside of his shaft, it still felt incredible to his senses. 

Through it all, Angelique tried her absolute best to keep her mind clear and clean, void of the thoughts that threatened to break through into her mind. It took all she had to keep her mind focused on something other than the fact that the bastard was face-fucking her. There was no way she could force herself to give into his desires. She couldn't bring herself to please him, a man so downright cruel and frightful. All Angelique could do was to kneel before him, her hands held tightly behind her back as the tears continued to come down her face.

Slowly, with each thrust of his hips, Dmitri began to take more and more control of the situation he placed himself in. What started off as simple pushing of his hips against her face soon turned into harder, forced thrusts. His hands gripped the sides of her head, holding her in place as his hips pushed his cock deeper and deeper into the tight, hot throat that seemed made for sucking cock in his mind. More and more groans continued to slowly come from his lips, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable to contain.

"Fuck yeah..." He groaned out, forcing Angelique to accept his length with brutal, merciless thrusts of his hips. Tightly he held onto her head, leaving her no room to escape his punishing thrusts as she tried to pull herself away from him. Too consumed in the passion and lust that burned through him like a wild fire, Dmitri didn't punish her. The feeling of her hot, moist mouth wrapped around his thick, fleshy hardness was too powerful. He couldn't stop himself, and soon the sensation was too much to fight back.

With a low groan, and a tightened grip upon her hair, Dmitri gave one last thrust of his hips into Angelique's face, his cock spasming uncontrollably as his hot, thick cum began to spurt. Angelique tried her absolute hardest to fight him off, to prevent the bastard from filling her mouth and throat with his seed. It was the last thing she wanted in the world, to suffer through yet more embarrassment and humiliation as he came down her mouth, but she was helpless. Too strong was the grip upon her head, holding her firmly in place as his member continued to spurt and spurt until his cock slowly began to deflate.

Softly Dmitri muttered in his Russian language, panting as his hands slowly left their places upon Angelique's head. Almost immediately when she was freed, she pulled herself off of his cock, coughing her lungs out from the choking and humiliating experience. Tightly she clutched her chest, trying with all of her might to try and cough up the seed within her mouth. 

"Stupid little slut..." Dmitri mused, chuckling to himself as he gently tucked his member back into his pants after wiping it clean upon her bed sheets. "You should be thankful I allowed your mouth to be graced with my cock."

Angelique slowly looked up to him, her eyes filled with the tears from the rough throat fucking she had endured. "Fuck you, you goddamn bastard." She said, extending her middle finger to him.

In that moment, there were so many things Dmitri wanted to do to her. Vividly he envisioned breaking her little finger, snapping it into two before laying into her body with all of his frustration and anger. It was an unwelcomed change for the blonde Russian who had become so accustomed to dealing with troublesome whores with his fists and legs. She was off limits. She had to be pristine, her creamy, porcelain flesh unblemished by the rough, hurtful bruises he was aching to inflict upon her. If Mikhail found out, if had caught any whiff of what he was doing behind his back, he would be a dead man.

For a moment he watched as Angelique slowly rose to her feet, watching him with complete and total contempt in her eyes as she made her way towards the private bathroom. Through the doorway he watched as she tried to maintain some decency and it made him want to laugh. The sight of her standing there, washing her mouth out and brushing vigorously in her nude form was erotic and amusing to him. A slave with decency. She was spoiled goods in his eyes. Mikhail was no man or Master at all. Dmitri could already see himself breaking in the little bitch, breaking her with his fists and kicks until she feared him. His body was all the weapon and toys he needed for breaking whores. They shouldn't fear the toys. They should fear the Man and Master, and all he was capable of with his body.

"Not bad. Not bad at all." Dmitri mused, unable to pass up an opportunity to torment the young woman even more. "There'll be plenty more opportunities to prove your worth to me. Don't you worry."

Standing within the small, private bathroom, Angelique turned to look at Dmitri at the sound of his comments. She didn't need to say anything at all with the look in his eyes. A rage burned within her for the man. He was beyond cruel, a man that knew no bounds. Angelique had no doubt within her mind that he was enjoying this torment, and hated him all the more for it.

"Next time I'll bite your dick off." She threatened, turning her attention back to the mirror and sink to clean up and ready herself to see her true Master.

His laugh was cold, filled with a sick and demented humor at her threat. "And when you do that, I'll make sure it's the last thing you ever taste in your pathetic life." He said, slowly moving to stand within the doorway of the bathroom. "There's one more thing before I send you off to see the Boss..."

Turning off the running faucet to the sink, Angelique crossed her arms over her chest and looked to him. What more could he possibly want from her? "And what would that be?"

"You get to be the one to tell him that his Nikolai is dead. You've met him before. Big, tall, dumb-as-fuck idiot that was his so called 'Brother-in-Arms'." Dmitri said, becoming more and more relaxed by the minute as he leaned in the doorway. It was becoming so easy for him in his mind, a solution to another problem vexing him. Why should he be the one to tell the Boss, or why should anyone of his valuable men tell the Boss his best friend and right hand man was murdered? Let the expendable slut tell him. Maybe he would take care of her in his rage. "They found him shot up with a few of those poisoned bullets the Boss received. I'm sure it would sound nicer coming from you."




Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 13



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For a moment, Angelique was stunned by the news she had heard. A sense of dread and fear washed over her, running down her spine as she considered the task that was thrust upon her. She had betrayed her Master, forced to with no alternative other than death, and now she was meant to break the news that his best friend and practically brother had been killed. How would he react? What would he do? There was no telling what the man would do to her. It frightened her more than Dmitri ever could, having to face Mikhail after what she had done, and tell him the sad news. 

As she looked into Dmitri's eyes, there was just something unsettling as he spoke to her about the circumstances of Nikolai's death. He was relaxed, calm and casual, as if this was something not disheartening nor of importance to him. It was like he knew all about it, and knew about it for some time, as if it wasn't unexpected or news. She couldn't shake the feeling of something wrong in the pit of her stomach. What it was, she couldn't quite place a finger upon it. With this man, there was no telling what was going on in his mind.

She said nothing to him as she pushed past him, ignoring the smirk and burn of his eyes upon her bottom as she slipped back into a robe. Her mind was too consumed with what she had to do, what was expected and what was needed of her. Angelique knew she had to be strong, to be brave and figure a way of breaking it to him gently in the hopes of easing his mind and emotions. 

"Is there anything else or did you want to make me suffer even more?" She asked stiffly as she tied the robe off around her waist.

"No no no. Run along now. You're already a little late." Dmitri mused, slowly walking towards the door of the room. Reaching for the door, he slowly opened it, standing aside to allow her to pass. "Perhaps later I'll try that little ass of yours."

There was no response, no retort of any sort as Angelique walked past Dmitri and set off along the hallway toward the door at the end of the hallway. She couldn't put her mind back into that mind set to deal with the coldhearted bastard. All she could think about was Mikhail. There was no idea in her mind how she could look at him after what she had just done behind his back, nor how she could possibly tell him what had happened to his best friend. It pained her so much to think of what she had to do. Merely seeing him and looking him in the eyes with the taste of Dmitri's seed still lingering in her mouth would take all the courage she had. Now she was expected to tell him what had happened to Nikolai, further disturbing the fragile emotional state he was in.

Reaching the closed door, Angelique paused for a moment, her hand lingering upon the cold metal of the door handle. Her heart raced as she paused, 'Be brave...' She thought to herself. 'You can do this...' Preparing herself as best as she could, Angelique slowly pressed down, and opened the door.

~~~~~

The door slowly opened, heavy as it slowly swung open to reveal the private bedroom. Light from the window behind the bed shined through the room, obscuring from view the sight of Mikhail at first glance. 

He was quiet as he lay within the large, comfortable bed. Seeing him there was as if looking at a hospital room with a dying patient before you. His skin was soft, deathly pale by the amount of blood lost. Heavy bags under his eyes gave off the impression of aging well beyond his looks. Everything about him seemed as if Death was closing in upon him, ready to lay its fatal kiss upon his chest. When she first saw him through the blinding glare of the light, Angelique's heart sank at the sight of him. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw him, the sight of her deathly ill Master ripping at her heart. Hesitantly she crept within the bedroom, closing the door behind her with as much care as she possibly could to keep from disturbing him. 

The closer she came to him, the more and more she could see of the damage and carnage of the previous night. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the bloody bandages piled up within a wastebasket, remnants of the night that had taken its toll upon him.

"I was wondering when you would come to see me..." Mikhail's voice said, quietly from the bed.

Instantly her attention was snapped from the wastebasket, and all of the medical supplies, to the sight of him lying so peacefully within the bed. Slowly she came closer and closer to the bed, hesitant as to what she should do as she stood beside him. "I didn't want to disturb you..." Angelique softly remarked, her voice quiet and gentle. "I heard you last night, your screams... I didn't know if you wanted me around you or not."

A faint smile came across his face at her timid words. His hand was slow in moving from his side, weak and filled with fatigue from the long night as he gently patted the empty space of bed beside him. "Why would I not want to have the person who saved my life around me?"

Although she forced a soft, meek smile at his words, Angelique couldn't shake off that overwhelming feeling of dread over what she had to do. There would be no easy way around it in her mind. In his weakened condition, she couldn't help but to wonder how much more stress and anguish he could take. The news she had was the kind that few could handle with a straight face. How do you tell someone in such a state that their friend of so many years had been killed?

She slowly climbed into the bed with him, allowing the comfortable softness of the bed ease her tense muscles. Unabashed in her body with him, Angelique didn't hesitate to be close with her Mikhail. With the blanket over her, she scooted closer, draping her arm cross his chest as her warm leg carefully placed itself over his waist. Being away from him was the last thing she wanted. Angelique wanted to be close to him, holding on to him as if afraid of being ripped apart from her Master.

Just being there, her body so close to his, made Angelique break down. All of the stresses, all of the worries, were slowly coming out of her. Tears slowly came down onto him as she rested her head against his chest, tears of pain and relief. Pain from the stresses she carried with her, the secrets she knew she had to keep from him. Relief from being safe, safe within the embrace of Mikhail as his hand slowly caressed her naked backside. 

"It's okay... It's okay..." Mikhail softly said, his voice still weak with the lingering sedative. Ever so slowly and gently his rough finger tips caressed the softness of her flesh, carefully petting the small of her back. "It's alright... You're safe... There's nothing to worry about."

'If only you knew...' Angelique thought to herself as she felt Mikhail's lips gently kiss the top of her head. 'If only you knew...'



Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 14



(Author's Note: Sorry for the delay to my diehard fans and readers. I've been having a lot of difficulties as of late, and finally forced myself to get this chapter out. As with all of my stories, all characters depicted are eighteen years of age or older, and is the sole property of this writer.)

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"No no no. Run along now. You're already a little late." Dmitri mused, slowly walking towards the door of the room. Reaching for the door, he slowly opened it, standing aside to allow her to pass. "Perhaps later I'll try that little ass of yours."

There was no response, no retort of any sort as Angelique walked past Dmitri and set off along the hallway toward the door at the end of the hallway. She couldn't put her mind back into that mind set to deal with the coldhearted bastard. All she could think about was Mikhail. There was no idea in her mind how she could look at him after what she had just done behind his back, nor how she could possibly tell him what had happened to his best friend. It pained her so much to think of what she had to do. Merely seeing him and looking him in the eyes with the taste of Dmitri's seed still lingering in her mouth would take all the courage she had. Now she was expected to tell him what had happened to Nikolai, further disturbing the fragile emotional state he was in.

Reaching the closed door, Angelique paused for a moment, her hand lingering upon the cold metal of the door handle. Her heart raced as she paused, 'Be brave...' She thought to herself. 'You can do this...' Preparing herself as best as she could, Angelique slowly pressed down, and opened the door.

~~~~~

The door slowly opened, heavy as it slowly swung open to reveal the private bedroom. Light from the window behind the bed shined through the room, obscuring from view the sight of Mikhail at first glance. 

He was quiet as he lay within the large, comfortable bed. Seeing him there was as if looking at a hospital room with a dying patient before you. His skin was soft, deathly pale by the amount of blood lost. Heavy bags under his eyes gave off the impression of aging well beyond his looks. Everything about him seemed as if Death was closing in upon him, ready to lay its fatal kiss upon his chest. When she first saw him through the blinding glare of the light, Angelique's heart sank at the sight of him. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw him, the sight of her deathly ill Master ripping at her heart. Hesitantly she crept within the bedroom, closing the door behind her with as much care as she possibly could to keep from disturbing him. 

The closer she came to him, the more and more she could see of the damage and carnage of the previous night. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the bloody bandages piled up within a wastebasket, remnants of the night that had taken its toll upon him.

"I was wondering when you would come to see me..." Mikhail's voice said, quietly from the bed.

Instantly her attention was snapped from the wastebasket, and all of the medical supplies, to the sight of him lying so peacefully within the bed. Slowly she came closer and closer to the bed, hesitant as to what she should do as she stood beside him. "I didn't want to disturb you..." Angelique softly remarked, her voice quiet and gentle. "I heard you last night, your screams... I didn't know if you wanted me around you or not."

A faint smile came across his face at her timid words. His hand was slow in moving from his side, weak and filled with fatigue from the long night as he gently patted the empty space of bed beside him. "Why would I not want to have the person who saved my life around me?"

Although she forced a soft, meek smile at his words, Angelique couldn't shake off that overwhelming feeling of dread over what she had to do. There would be no easy way around it in her mind. In his weakened condition, she couldn't help but to wonder how much more stress and anguish he could take. The news she had was the kind that few could handle with a straight face. How do you tell someone in such a state that their friend of so many years had been killed?

She slowly climbed into the bed with him, allowing the comfortable softness of the bed ease her tense muscles. Unabashed in her body with him, Angelique didn't hesitate to be close with her Mikhail. With the blanket over her, she scooted closer, draping her arm cross his chest as her warm leg carefully placed itself over his waist. Being away from him was the last thing she wanted. Angelique wanted to be close to him, holding on to him as if afraid of being ripped apart from her Master.

Just being there, her body so close to his, made Angelique break down. All of the stresses, all of the worries, were slowly coming out of her. Tears slowly came down onto him as she rested her head against his chest, tears of pain and relief. Pain from the stresses she carried with her, the secrets she knew she had to keep from him. Relief from being safe, safe within the embrace of Mikhail as his hand slowly caressed her naked backside.

"It's okay... It's okay..." Mikhail softly said, his voice still weak with the lingering sedative. Ever so slowly and gently his rough finger tips caressed the softness of her flesh, carefully petting the small of her back. "It's alright... You're safe... There's nothing to worry about."

'If only you knew...' Angelique thought to herself as she felt Mikhail's lips gently kiss the top of her head. 'If only you knew...'

~~~~~

For what seemed like an eternity the two of them laid there together. Angelique didn't dare to move at all from his side, as if fearful that if she left him, she would be gone forever. Mikhail was quiet through it all, more than content to have her lay with him with her body draped against his. As he laid there under her, he couldn't help but to wonder what was wrong with her. Was it sheer shock from what she had experienced and endured? She had been through so much, from a kidnapping and auctioning, to his treatment and training, and then to the chase and flee to freedom and safety. It was easy to say it was the mounting stress and troubles she had endured, but something didn't seem right to him.

What it was, Mikhail had no idea. To him, things had been already seeming odd and peculiar within his life. There were too many questions and too many curiosities he had. Instead of voicing them, he was more than willing to keep quiet, to allow his mind to slowly figure out and piece together the puzzle.

~~~~~

The next few days seemed to blend together for the two of them. In silence they stayed by each other's side, both feeling the need and desire to be close to one another. For Angelique, she needed and craved that security Mikhail could provide her. Just being in his presence alone made her feel safe. Untouchable. As long as she was with him by his side there was nothing that Dmitri could do to her. He was a dangerous man to say the least, but even Angelique knew he wouldn't have been so brash and brave to take her away from him.

It was all true. As long as she was with him, Dmitri was powerless. His one little toy and last ploy against his former friend and Boss was out of his control. Nothing made him feel angrier than to have his plans ruined by someone so simple and idiotic in his mind. 'It's not the first time she ruined your plans...' He thought to himself as he glared coldly at the closed door of Mikhail's private bedroom on more than one occasion.

Together Mikhail and Angelique spent each moment over the course of the few days. As Mikhail recovered from his wounds and the poison that was ever so slowly being eradicated from his system, Angelique never left his side. Part of him had his own suspicions of why she did not want to leave him, but he never asked, nor did he ever send her away from him for long. Even when the doctor came to inspect his wounds, he never parted himself from her, holding on to her hand as the clumsy old man examined the tender flesh that ached with all of the pain imaginable. In a time of great need, Mikhail did not want to leave her. She was his, as if she were some grown up, human version of a stuffed animal to a sick child. He couldn't and wouldn't be parted from her. 

~~~~~

It was a cold and dreary Saturday morning as the two of them lay comfortably within the bed together. Outside, it was nothing but a cold gray filled with the gloomy and depressing weather of heavy rains and wind. Against the window the rain tapped and tapped, a soothing and calming sound that only aided the pain killers within Mikhail's body as he relaxed.

Against his body laid his slave, his perfect slave. As she watched television with her head nestled ever so gently against his chest and body, he couldn't help but to take in the sight of her before him. His eyes slowly scanned over her naked form, the seductive curves of her hips and the round firmness of her heart-shaped ass against the soft white bedding. His hand was slow, gentle as it ever so carefully traced his fingertips against her lower back. The sight of her body before him, reacting to his touch with a soft quiver made him smirk. In so many ways she was special to him. There were few people and things in the world that made his heart rate increase like she did. Something about her excited him, her mere presence intoxicating. 

"I heard you saved my possessions." Mikhail finally said, breaking the silence between them with his soft, tired voice.

The sound of his voice and words caused her to turn her head towards him. Happiness gleamed in her eyes at the sound of him. "Yes. I grabbed them and put them in my room." She answered. "I didn't know when I would see you, and if you went back into the house for them, they had to be important to you."

Mikhail smiled at her words. "You have no idea." He commented as his hand slowly stroked the side of her face. "Bring them to me. I have something I want to show you."

Once again Angelique couldn't help but to smile. He seemed so much happier since the time she had first saw him after the surgery on his arm. Almost all of her worries were flushed from her mind, knowing that the better Mikhail felt and seemed, the quicker he would be back to his feet. Slowly he was coming back to her. Just being around him made her feel happy and a little easier, knowing no one could harm her while she was with him.

Reaching up, she gently kissed his chest, shooting him a soft smile before she slowly climbed out of the bed and wrapped herself within the warm robe.

As she walked back to her room after closing his bedroom door, it felt as if the weight of the world was lifted from her shoulders. She smiled softly as she pulled the robe tightly around her body, knowing that things were better. Mikhail was awake, lucid enough in his recovery that she felt safe with him. With him alive and recovering, that feeling of safety was once again wrapping her up. 

But there was one thing Angelique did not know, nor did she fully count on.

Dmitri was not the kind of man that would just sit back and let things go back to the way they once were. He had risked too much, sacrificed so much, to be put in a position of power. And now, this little bitch of a slave was ruining his plans. Where others would have simply given up, seeing how many times they had failed and taking the hint to just ease back to the drawing board, Dmitri was not one of those men. He wanted the power. He would not sit idly by and wait for a time down the long, winding road called Time. It was so close, oh so close within reach. Now was not a time to retreat back to the darkness where he was just another man in Mikhail's inner circle. It was a time of revolution, a time to reach up and take what he wanted.

His thirst for power had not abated since his last run in with the Boss's slave. Angelique. She was Mikhail's status personified. All too well he knew the little bitch was Mikhail's greatest possession. His cherished slave, a symbol of his power and resources... Dmitri wanted her. He wanted to show the stupid little whore she was in his mind just how a real man treated a slave. She had come so close to ruining everything. His plans, his once-perfect plans, were in shambles because of her, and Dmitri wanted so very much to treat the bitch a lesson.

Fortunately for Dmitri, he did not have to wait long at all. He had been growing more impatient by the day since she had disappeared into Mikhail's bedroom, finding sanctuary there rather than doing what he had told her to do. She was the last obstacle in his way, the last thing keeping Mikhail from destroying himself. He was determined to bring about her demise within his heart. All too well he knew what would happen if Mikhail found out what had happened about his dear friend Nikolai from Angelique. Emotions would get the best of him. 

As Angelique entered her bedroom, Dmitri was not far behind her. From the room across the hall from hers, he slowly stood up, his hand firmly holding the black handgun in his hand. In a few mere seconds he crossed the hall, entering her room with an anger and frustration that had been building up for days. 

The sound of the door being slammed shut startled Angelique out of her happiness. Quickly she turned towards the door, her eyes wide at the fearful and intimidating sight of Dmitri. She had no time at all to react to the physical threat that he was. Instinct alone told her to scream, but it was too late. Her small frame and build was no match for the sheer physical dominance that Dmitri exerted upon her. She was powerless to stop him as his large hand clasped tightly over her mouth, the other spinning her around with her back pressed against his body.

Fruitlessly she struggled against him. Like ice water the fear within her coursed through her body, knowing all too well she was helpless. There truly was no way out of his arms as she screamed into his hand, her body writhing without success within his grasp.

"Did you think I was going to forget about you, you fucking whore?" He bitterly spat out at her, his breath hot against the soft flesh of her face. "Did you forget about your little task I told you to perform?"

Tears ran down her face as she fearfully shook her head no. Little task... It was by far no little task at all, and something that was dominating Angelique's mind for the past days. How could she tell Mikhail what had happened to Nikolai? How could she break the news to him that his friend had died? Nikolai was someone Mikhail never quite talked about to her, but Angelique knew the two of them were close. She had seen it between the two of them, a bond and demeanor that only close friends shared. And now Dmitri wanted her to break the news to him that his friend was dead. Already he was in such a delicate state. How would he react?

Dmitri's hand tightened its grip upon her face, pushing her body firmly against his as his free hand reached for the waistband of his pants. She had no idea what he was doing, but soon it was clear. The cold metal of the Glock against her body sent a shiver down her spine as he caressed it against her stomach. Her body trembled as he held the weapon of death against her, tormenting her even more like the sickening sadistic bastard he was.

"I could kill you so easily right here..." He threatened, the barrel of the gun slowly traveling further down her body and soon found her feminine entrance. Panic breaths rushed through her nostrils as he eyes widened, fearful as she cried freely in fear. 

Over and over he continued to press the steel of the gun against her silken lips. Her body's natural reaction was beginning to take shape, her wetness building from the sheer touch of the object against her sensitive sex. Silently she cursed herself with shame and hate for her body's natural reaction, feeling no control at all. Death felt closer, felt it against the weapon pressed against her.

Softly Dmitri sighed, shaking his head in frustration as he continued to threaten her with the gun. Dmitri knew he couldn't take too long. Too long and suspicions would be raised, not exactly what he wanted when there was too much left to do. "He's expecting you. There are so many things I want to do to you right now. Soon he won't be in the way anymore..."

Roughly he pushed her away, letting her fall to the floor before him. A look of disgust filled his face as he placed the gun back into the waistband of his pants. There truly were too many things he wanted to do with her there and then. Dmitri yearned to punish and beat her for all that she had caused him, all of the mistakes that were made because of her in his grand plan. It was all almost ruined, all because of her. And now she delayed it even more with her stubbornness to not tell him. It would have been so easy to burst into the bedroom and kill Mikhail there and then, putting himself upon the throne of the large criminal empire, but no. Mikhail had to suffer. Mikhail deserved to suffer.

"Two hours." He threatened, his voice exasperated as his mind reminded himself he couldn't keep her long at all. "You got two fucking hours before I take matters into my own hands and blow his fucking brains out."

As he stormed out of the room, closing the door behind him, Angelique couldn't help but to lose her emotions. Upon the floor she wept and cried, her body still trembling with fear. It was close, oh so close. In such a short time she had come so close to death too many times. From seeing and stepping over the dead corpses that littered the halls of the once grand mansion, to the gun shots that ripped through the windows of the car, and then and there with the gun violating her body at the hand of a crazed psychopath. 

Her arms shook with the lingering fear as she slowly rose to her feet. 'Be brave.' She thought to herself. She had to be brave. The only thing Angelique wanted more in the world was to run to Mikhail, to tell him everything. He needed to know, he had to know. But deep down, she knew she couldn't. Mikhail was still weak. Even she could see that in the way he looked in the bed. Despite his slowly getting better, he was in no condition to move and strike. Dmitri would strike. There was no doubt about that in her mind. He was brash, unpredictable, and completely deranged. At that moment, she was the only thing keeping him alive, the only thread holding Dmitri back. As long as she kept behaved in Dmitri's eyes, Mikhail would be safe. All she needed to do was to hold on, to be strong until he was back to strength.

Deep breaths came from her lips as she steadied her beating heart and rampant emotions. She told herself to breathe, to calm down as she tied the robe tightly around her body. It pained her so much to know what she had to do. As she walked down the hallway after grabbing the few possessions from the table in her room, it felt like an eternity until she reached the door. The hallway felt longer, closing up as she went along. Just breathe, she told herself, just breathe.

Her hand trembled as she slowly pressed the door open, and almost immediately she felt her heart sink at the sight of Mikhail there. For so long she had been able to push the thought and dread of telling him out of her mind. In some way she had hoped that someone else would tell him, sparing her from the situation. Before all of this, when she was still new in his life, she would have liked nothing more than to hurt him, whether by words or her own physical actions. But then, then she didn't want to hurt him. Mikhail had saved her life twice, from the other slave buyers who wouldn't want such a risky kidnapped girl in their bed after one night, to the assassins when he armed her and forced her into hiding. She knew he could have left her there to die under the bed, but no. He had come back for her, come back to save her and take her away from danger. She had owed him so much, come to actually like and love the man, but then and there she had to tell him. It was life or death.




Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 14



"I was about to send a search party for you." Mikhail joked, his smile soft as he struggled to sit up against the pillows.

She could only meekly smile at his comment, forcing herself to play it calm. As Mikhail gestured to the space beside him upon the bed, Angelique slowly made her way towards him, crawling up into the bed beside him as her heart raced and pounded fiercely within her chest. Her body was tense, her mouth silent, as she sat beside him, watching as his hands took the photo album from her lap. 

"I'm thankful that you saved my belongings. If they had been left in the car, they would probably be nothing but ashes by now." Mikhail remarked weakly as pulled the album close to him.

"Your friend Nikolai is dead." Angelique said abruptly and out of the blue. "Your men, they wanted me to tell you."

She couldn't hold it in anymore, she just couldn't. Every second Angelique held back the knowledge was like sheer torture on her nerves. It weighed her down, a dark cloud hanging over her head. There was no easy way of telling Mikhail and breaking the news to him. There was no scenario in her mind that would be good. In the end, she knew it had to be quick, like a band-aid being pulled off: quick and sudden.

But the long silence that followed was in ways more painful than having to tell him. The soft, weakened smile upon Mikhail's face was gone, washed away with a serious, cold look upon him. 

Slowly he rose from the bed, his body stiff and slow with fatigue and the lingering effects of the medicine. Silence came over him as he processed what she had said. With every moment his anger rose, anger intertwined with strong feelings of pain and misery. It was blinding, mind numbing. It wasn't until he placed his belongings down upon a table that the full wrath of his anger was clear.

In one fell swoop, his arms, even as weak as they were, threw over the table. All of its contents flew everywhere, tossed away before a blinded, enraged scream of pure anger rushed past his lips. Everything in his path was not spared. Lamps were thrown against the wall, books ripped from their shelves. And yet, as he turned around, seeing the frightened, terrified form of Angelique upon the bed, Mikhail's rage only increased.

He stormed over to the bed, pulling her by the hair from the bed with all of his might before slamming her against the wall. Even as she tried to escape, he would not be denied. As Angelique tried to scamper away, crawling away from him with all of the speed she could find, his hand reached down, pulling her closer to him before locking around her neck, and pulling her up to be pinned to the wall.

Angelique was terrified. Absolutely terrified. Her eyes were so utterly filled with fear as she looked into Mikhail's eyes. There was nothing behind them, nothing but a dark emptiness filled with rage and anger. Behind those eyes, there was no light, no signs of life at all. It was only anger, pure unadulterated anger that coursed through his veins like boiling water. She was at a complete loss for what to do, pinned against the wall with his hand so firmly around her neck. There was no escape, no way out. She could only watch as his free hand balled into a fist, cocking back before being ready to strike her.

And yet, Mikhail couldn't.

With his hand cocked back, ready to strike the terrified, crying woman that trembled in his hand, he couldn't bring himself to do it. A cohesive thought ran through his mind: who was to blame for it all? She had been sent here by the others. She had been the one sent to be the messenger. They should be the ones punished. And yet, there was no telling for how long she had held in the dark secret. For some time he had noticed she had something on her mind, something so looming and taxing upon her mind. How long had she known about it? How long had she been keeping it from him? 

It was then that the thought hit him like a pile of bricks to his head. Blame could have been easily laid at anyone's foot, and yet, Mikhail knew he was the one responsible for it all. It was his entire fault. He had no one to blame for Nikolai's death but himself. If he hadn't been so foolish, if he hadn't been so fucking brash, if he had taken care of things before, none of it would have happened. Nikolai would not be dead. He wouldn't be bed ridden with bullet holes and cocktails of antibiotics and pain killers. At the end of the day, he could blame everyone and anyone, but the truth would always be there. He was the one to blame.

He was rough with his grip as he released Angelique from his grip, pushing her aside as he sat back down onto the bed. His eyes were downturned to the floor as Angelique coughed, breathing in fresh air as she hurried away from the angry animal that Mikhail had become. For as long as he could remember, the first real ounce of regret and misery filled him as he thought. Death was something that was a common occurrence in his line of work. On more than one occasion he had sent men to their deaths, even his own men. But never did he feel the regret and pain he felt then and there over Nikolai's death. He wanted the punishment he deserved; he wanted the pain and misery he deserved. The person he had been closest with for the longest time was gone, all because of him. Who would be next to go? Mikhail looked to Angelique as she stood off to the side, her eyes filled with pain and fear. Already she had come close to death. He couldn't bear the thought of seeing her die because of him. Punishment for his sins.

"Get out." He growled at her, his eyes returning down to the floor in all of his pain and misery. "You're free. Get the fuck out of here."

Mikhail had been so fucking dangerous, so damn unpredictable that night, but what he had said after everything was said and done confused Angelique more than anything. Free? She was actually free? "Wh-what?" She asked, confusion so evident in her voice.

He rose quickly from the bed, crossing the distance between them in no time at all. Firmly he gripped her long dark hair, jerking her about as he opened the bedroom door. "I said get out!" Mikhail yelled, pushing her out of the room with force. "You're fucking free, stay the fuck away from me!" The last things he said to her before stepping back, and slamming the door, leaving Angelique all alone in the hallway with nothing but the raw emotions that threatened to break through.

She was free. Mikhail had freed her. It was a day she had always deep down looked forward to, the day when she would be free to go home, to go back to the life she had been ripped away from. And yet, as she sat upon the floor, looking to the closed bedroom door, she couldn't help but to feel the desire to stay. Mikhail was in a bad place, a very bad place. That much was clear. She knew so many things, things Mikhail did not know, things that would destroy him both mentally and physically if they came to pass. Part of her wanted to run, to go home back to her life and family, and yet, a larger part of her didn't want to. She wanted to stay with him. Despite all of her inner turmoil, she had begun to like the man that had saved her life.

Slowly Angelique collected herself from the floor, moving back to the small bedroom that she had been given. 

As soon as she turned into the open doorway, however, panic filled her. Her eyes locked upon the seated figure of Dmitri sitting across from the door. Haze of smoke surrounded him from the cigarette he had ignited, and yet, ever so clearly, she saw the gun, the very same gun he had used to violate her, sitting upon the table beside him.

Dmitri. She had to tell him, she had to warn Mikhail. Angelique had opened her mouth to speak, to scream and yell, but it was too late. The smoke screen shielded from her view the stun gun in his hand. With the pull of a trigger, the leads shot out, piercing her flesh as the raw, powerful electricity flowed freely.

It paralyzed her instantly. She only had a brief moment upon her feet before the pain overwhelmed her. Onto the floor she collapsed, the incessant buzzing of the gun the only sound in the room other than her body's own natural and instinctive cries. The pain was unbearable, excruciating. Every muscle in her body felt weak, aching with soreness. Upon the carpeted floor she laid, panting deeply as she fought for air. Angelique could do nothing, her body far too weak, as Dmitri rose from his chair, snickering in enjoyment. 

"Going somewhere, sweetheart?"