Payment to the Mob (Open)

[WingedFlight]

No... That couldn't be true. People wouldn't think that of her! No one would think that she killed her own dad! She loved her father; he had been the only family she had and now...

A wave of crushing hopelessness enveloped Ava, causing her to want to curl back into a ball and break down again. Taking deep breaths in an effort to keep from losing control, she leaned against the wall to steady herself.

Her blue eyes fell upon the woman known as Big Momma. Ava simply nodded her head silently at the larger woman's threat, not really hearing it, and not caring.

What now?

Obviously, for whatever reason, they had no intentions of killing her. Not yet, anyway. They had mentioned something about training but... What kind of training? Were they just going to let her go afterward? Somehow she doubted it.

"I need to take a shower," she murmured quietly to herself, still in a daze.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Cora 'Big Momma' Carter

Cora was born in the deep south. Her parent worked on a farm. They wanted better for her. They sent her to school in the next county. There she met a guy. And before she knew it she was pregnant and tossed out of school for violating the morals code of the school. The boy denied sleeping with her and said she had been sleeping around with white boys. The whole school was a buzz about the black girl fucking the white boys.

She caught the next bus out of town and headed north. A year later she was in a drafty three room apartment with six other people. A man named Leon told her of a place where she could get a good nights rest and there was even a place for her baby. When she got there they let her in and took her baby. THree men held her down and raped her for three hour. She was pregnant again and had no idea who the father was. After the second babywas born, the state took both her babies away from her. She had reached rock bottom or so she thought. She started eating and drinking with reckless abandon. She grew larger.

One day she found a paper bag with $7,000 and betting slips She took it to a bookie friend of hers. The mob gave her some small jobs to do. And she did them well. Soon they had her beating up street whore that held back money owed to their pimps. After a few of the working girls told the police about her. It was decided she needed to leave town. For 3 years she moved from area to area tightening up street whores. Till one turned up dead.It was decided that she needed be stashed some where real quiet. The family bankrolled Big Momma's place in Kittersville.

Cora was the local enforcer for the local underboss. And no one messed with the boss. Kathy 'the Saint" St. James. Kathy was a former nun that ran Kittersville and the street whore training school.
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Cora smiles as she hears Ava say. "I need to take a shower,"

Cora opens the screen door and moves Tony aside. "I'll help out little Miss Ava!" Cora moves her 320 pound body between Tony and Ava. She points to the side of the tavern. "Right this way. " She leads Ava around the corner to a patch of grass that leads to the rear of the building. When she reaches the rear she walks over to the water hose. She looks at Ava. "You better take off those boots, dear. The water will damage them. You go over ta the steps and take them off and then I'll wash you up real clean."

 

[WingedFlight]

Ava looked up at the woman, startled that a complete stranger knew her name. "How did you--?" She let the question die on her lips. Wasn't it obvious? Her father's punishment was obviously something that had been planned for a long time. Of course they knew her name.

She followed the large woman outside meekly--almost obediently--too tired from the day's events to argue, and too eager for a chance to wash away the blood to care that she was being treated like a dog with muddied paws that needed to be hosed off before being deemed presentable enough for human company.

When the woman told her to remove her booths, Ava lowered herself onto the concrete and shivered slightly when her bare skin made contact with the cool floor. She hesitated slightly before going to remove her boots. They were designer--a present from her father for her eighteenth birthday. Some strange part of her almost felt as if she had to cling to them, as if they were relics from her previous life (had it really only been a few hours since this nightmare had started? ) Carefully, she slid the boots off her small feet, followed by the pair of socks she had been wearing, which she folded neatly into the footwear.

Now totally nude, she again covered herself with her hands and made her way shyly to Cora, eyes downcast.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Big momma and 'the saint'

Cora watches as Ava takes off her boots and socks and slowly walks back toward her. Cora turns on the hose and watches the flow of water drop from the end of the hose. She's not happy with the way the water just drops off the end. The water makes a puddle on the grass. Just then The back screen door opens and closes with a bang.

Cora looks toward the back door. Its the boss Kathy St. James. " Cora there is a spray nozzzle in the black box in the back shed. That might help!" Cora turns and looks at the shed about 80 feet away. Then back to Ava, then 'the Saint'.

Kathy bends down and picks up Ava's boots. She smiles at Cora and shakes the boots. "Don't worry Cora we have her boots...she is not going any where."
Cora turns off the water and walks toward the small shed.

Kathy leans on the rail and speaks to Ava. "You know its too bad your father fucked up like he did. I liked him, we shared a girl a few years back...he was quite the stud. Back then, he was very good at his job, back then." Kathy walks down the steps toward Ava. Her rail thin body carried the boots like they were feathers she didn't want to hold. She moved within a few feet of Ava. "I know your father told you to run....Carlos called me and told me what happened. He didn't have to die you know...he did once you ran. You gave Carlos no choice." Kathy looks over Ava's body drawing her hand away from her sex. She smiles at her modesty. "We will be shaving you down there. The Moose likes his woman clean shaven."

Cora returns with the spray nozzle and puts it on the end of the hose. Kathy climbs up the stairs to the back door and stops. "Oh and Ava, he was a good fuck too....back then." And the back door slams shut.

Cora turns on the water...............

 

[WingedFlight]

Ava watched the rail-thin woman warily; anger stabbing through her exhausted body as the woman picked up her boots, holding them away from her as if they were snakes that would strike at any second.

She glared up at the woman, wanting to scream at her to put her boots back. Instead, Ava held her tongue, shaking with a combination of guilt and anger as the woman talked. All my fault... The words started to torment Ava again and, despite the fact that she could have sworn she didn't have any tears left in her, more began to trickle down her face.

"It's not my fault..." She whispered to herself. But her doubt was quickly met with disgust as the woman pulled Ava's hand away from her sex, commenting on how it would be shaved for "The Moose."

"What? Who is that? You can't do this!" She yelled as the woman stepped inside the bar, nearly missing the comment the underboss had made about Ava's own father having been a "good fuck." Her upper lip curled with revulsion.

The cold spray hit her then, causing the girl to yelp with surprise. Goosebumps covered her body, and her rose-pink nipples stiffened from the cold water. Shivering, she watched as the dried blood began to wash away.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Stand still...white girl!

The hose is uncoiled and wiggles in the grass like a snake till the spray finnally came out. Cora had not intended on aiming it at Ave. Though she had while listening to Kathy. THe spray had hit Ava with full force catching both of them by surprise. Ava yelped and Cora was about to apoligize when she remember what the circumstances were and held her tongue. Then got annoyed when Ava moved a bit out of the spray stream.

"Stand still, you skinny white girl!" Cora roars. "The Turk likes his bitches squeeky clean. That means no blood, understand! Now turn your ass around I gotta spray your back and that skinny snow white ass of yours.

Just then then Carlos came aroun the corner. He lookes first at Ava's wet body then to Cora. "The van is here for Ava. The Turk is waiting, her room at Hangman's Point is ready."

Cora releases the sprayer and looks at Carlos. "Why the fuck does she rate a room? Just hang her from a hook like they do the whore trainees." Cora looks at Ava. " You must have some kind of special pussy to rate a room. If I had it my way I'd beat the livin shit out of you then shove a ball bat up your ass for all the trouble your going ta be. Shit, your just another piece of white ass in my book. I've bitch slapped better looking sluts, in some up town high priced townhouses. Say somethin! Say a fuckin word....I'll turn out jour fuckin lights!"

 

[WingedFlight]

Her long, dark hair had fallen out of the ponytail, and was now cascading down her back, just barely reaching the undersides of her breasts. Her ivory skin had begun to emerge from beneath the caked-on gore. The cold water had lifted some of the fog from her mind, doing much to make her feel more alert.

"Stand still, you skinny white girl! The Turk likes his bitches squeeky clean. That means no blood, understand! Now turn your ass around I gotta spray your back and that skinny snow white ass of yours.

That name. She had heard it before! Carlos had mentioned someone named "The Turk" back when they were still in her kitchen. Back when her dad was still alive... No! She had to focus! She could be as sad as she wanted once she figured out a way out of this mess.

It was then that Carlos came out the backdoor to announce that there was a van waiting to take her away. Ava turned, looking from him to Cora.

"What van? Who is the Turk?" She took a step back, away from the two, suddenly feeling like a cow being led to slaughter. She was beginning to panic again. "Please! I just want to go home!" She shouted, taking a few more steps backward.

"Where are my boots? I need my boots!" Ava cast her gaze around for a makeshift weapon.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Boots? Where she is going she doesn't need boots!

Carlos walks towards Ava as Cora turns off the water. " Boots? Where she is going she doesn't need boots!" Cora watches as Ava backs up and looks around on the ground like she lost something. She grabs her with a steel like grip and starts shaking her. "Are you retarded or some thing? Kathy has your boots!" She shakes her harder then she intendes. Carlos rushes up to her.

"Cora stop, remember what happened last year! No bruises, remermber!" He says in rapid fire. Cora releases Ava's arm and walks away. As she turns the corner toward the front of the tavern. She mutters. "Yeah I remember Memphis, and Tere Wilks. Another skinny white girl" She says quietly to herself.

Carlos grabs Ava before she falls to the ground. Her body is firm and her skin so soft. And so very damn tempting. "Ava I got to take you to the van now." He says as he gentlely guides her around the corner, then helps her to the front of the tavern. A large white cargo van is waiting with the side door open. Tony is behind the wheel. As they reach the cargo door Carlos turns Ava around so he is facing her.

"Ava I'm real sorry I had to shoot the 'Artist'. He was very talented in what he did. I was with him when he dropped Paulo the 'Mackerel' at 1500 yards in high winds. He was that good. I'm truely sorry Ava." He lifts her into the van and slams the door. "I'm sorry Ava." He steps back as the van moves forward. He watches as the van enters the dirt road.

"I'm sorry I didn't get a piece of that white ass of yours before the Turk fucks you up." He walks toward the tavern. He turns and looks back as the van raises a cloud of dust." What a shame." he reaches the front door and is met by Cora who is watching the van disappear out of sight.

"Kathy is on the phone with the 'Mouse' now. She promises that Ava will be ready in three days." Cora watches as the dust trail blows off in the wind. "I would not want to be that skinny white girl when the Turk gets a hold of her."
The sun starts to get lower in the sky. "It will be dark by the time they get to Hangman's point." She pauses and looks for the last time in the direction of Hangman's point. "Come on in Carlos, I'll buy you a drink. We can both use one."

 

[WingedFlight]

She tried to squirm out of Carlos' grasp, still somewhat stunned by the brutal shaking she had received earlier for her struggles to be anything more than feeble. Still, she met Carlos' gaze as he apologized, hating him the whole time. I'll make sure you're sorry. Somehow, someway, I'll make you regret ever being born. Ava vowed silently to herself.

She was suddenly thrust into the van, the door slamming closed behind her. Panicking, she looked for a handle to open the door, only to find that there was no way out, she was locked in until someone let opened the door from the outside. A sturdy, metal divider separated her from the name called Tony. She was trapped.

Frightened, she lowered her still-wet body onto the seat, resigning herself to staring out the window, trying to keep track of the directions to wherever it was she was being taken.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

C&C Foods&Services

Tony raced down the dirt raod thrown a dust trail high in to the sky only to have the off shore breeze carry it all out to sea. As he got nearer to Hangman's point the land started to narrow noticable till the was passing over one bridge after another. Some are wood some stone and finally two long steel bridges. He pulls up to a gate.

A large medal sign proclaims C&C Fooods&Services. A small sign posts NO TRESSPASSING. Tony climbs out of the drivers side and swings open the gate. He returns to the van drives through the gate. Then gets out again and closes the gate. He reenters the van and pulls foward to a patch of land and stops.

He rolls down the window and watches as the sun sets in the western sky. The dying rays reflect off the water as he watches. He hears Ava moving around in the rear of the van. "We will be there in a few minutes. I have to wait for the lights to come on to show me where to drive. They move the route every night, because of the tripwire. Our beloved goverment left us 60 anti-personel mines in a back storage locker. And there are two guys that do nothing else but move the land mines in the early morning hours. We will be pulling up and in a few hours they will go out and set a whole new field."

When the sun was gone on came the lights. Tony drove forward for about 150 feet then turned a sharp left for 200 yards then turn right through a clump of trees. Finally they came to a rundown warehouse. C&C Foods&Services in faded red letters covered the side of the building. Tony turned the van around so the rear door faces the building. Slowly the path lights fade out and they are in darkness save for the headlight.

After a few minutes the warehouse door open by two men and the van is bathed in a sea of light. Tony backs the van into the ware house and the doors close. Tony stays in the van. The two men in black coveralls and black ski maskes open the back door. "The Turk is down stair having his dinner when he is done he will start your training."

One man climbs into the van. The other unholsters a 9mm Glock and sticks it in Ava's face. "There is no where to run to. There is no where to hide." The first man moves around her and gets behind her. A heavy leather collar is placed around her neck. "It would be best if you didn't speak until you are told to do so, understand?" The man with the gun moves aside still pointing the gun at her. The other man leads her out the rear door into a low ceiling room. "Your place is room B 116. That is in the basement. We will be going down a flight of stairs then turn to the right. Your cell...I mean room will be at the end 116. Lets go!"

 

[WingedFlight]

The light was almost blinding, and it took several seconds for her eyes to adjust. By that time, the two masked men had burst into the van. There was a moment of panic as Ava felt something being strapped around her throat. Instinctively, she lifted her hands to her neck in an attempt to get the collar off; but upon seeing the gun pointed in her face, she quickly lowered her hands back to her sides.

"It would be best if you didn't speak until you are told to do so, understand?"

Swallowing back her fear, she nodded in reply, and allowed herself to be led from the van.

What. The. Fuck?

She stared at her new surroundings, her belly knotting with terror as they walked to her "room." It was as if she had walked straight into a horror movie. Everything seemed cold--industrial almost.

I should be home, she thought, trying to distract herself. Right now, I could be eating dinner, her stomach growled at the thought of food. How long had it been since she had eaten last?

And then after dinner, I'd watch some TV with Dad. And later, I'd fall asleep in my own bed... She bit her lower lip, trying to hold herself together. The last thing she needed was to lose control again.

A sound suddenly ripped her from her thoughts. What was that? Ava froze suddenly, realizing that it sounded like someone screaming. No, no, no... Just my imagination. It's just my imagination. Please let it be my imagination.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Hasan 'the Turk' Paslirer

One hour later.

*Room 108*
Peggy Harris- soils her self again from the warm water enema. Too scared to move. I'll be good" she keeps saying. In room 12 days. Punishment. Folia crime family, stabbed her pimp.

*Room 110*
Carter 'Cats' Bates- huddles on her bed holding her on to her pillow. Praying the Turk does not return. In room 5 days. Whore training. Corpella crime family (mid-west).

Room 112*
Empty* Carla Potta- deseased. Body to be removed. I room 16 days. (No longer screaming)

*Room114*
Mary Thomas-layes in bed looking up at the ceiling. Trying to sleep. In room 20 days. Whore in training. Troppa crime family. NY-NJ area.

*Room* 116*
Ava (N/A) Daughter of 'the Artist'. Sitting on bed. Special rush job. In room 1 hour. Rocko 'the Moose' Rosello. Personal sex slave.
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Hasan unlocks the door to room 116. He turns on the over head light. Picks up the clip board and opens door. He reads the file as he walks in. "Three days, impossible!" He looks down at Ava then the file again. He huffs. "Your the 'Artist's kid... hum." He looks at another page. "Rocko Rosello, that guy is a real prick. Sorry kid. I'm suppose to train you, to be his sex slave because,..... your father shot one of his sons. " Hasan shakes his head. He turns and walks to the door then stops and looks at Ava. " Don't go any where I'll be back."

Hasan walks over to the wall phone and picks up the receiver. Punches in a few numbers. He hears it ring. Then stops ringing. "Yeah?"

"Kathy- Turk here. Look we got a real problem here with 116, ah Ava." He listens to Kathy speak.
"Kathy there is no way I can train her in three days, two weeks maybe and that would be a rush job, but three days?" he listens to Kathy.
"But Kathy a PSS takes time." Kathy speaks to him some more.
Oh, I see...well that is different..two weeks on the out side..to bad, she's a good lookin kid. I'll do what I can......yeah, I know no bruises..no recovery time" Hasan hangs up the phone.

Walks over to room 116 and opens the door and walks inside. He looks at the clip board, then at Ava. "Well I got some good news and some bad. Your out of here in three days. Thats the good news for you. The bad news is that 'the Saint' thinks you will be dead in two weeks. Hence the rush job. The next 72 hour will be rough. I have to cram a month of training into three days. SO...some of the finer pionts I'll have to skip. You rest, I'll be back after I change, then we will get started."

Hasan walks out of the room and locks the door. "I hate rush jobs!"