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.