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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.
"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.
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."
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