Enslaved to the Mob Ch. 04

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Escape, capture, punishment, anal sex.
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Part 4 of the 14 part series

Updated 10/29/2022
Created 03/26/2009
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(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.