Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 01bydarkknight0307©
Author's note: All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age.
'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
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.