WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE
Halle Mason's life changed forever when she won a divorce case for her client against a vengeful Southern racist. He took his revenge on her by kidnapping her and his family then used and abused her before exercising mind control over her. They made her quit her job, attack a judge and run up huge debts on cards at banks and with loan sharks before taking her back to their farm and employing her as a slave. After exploits at a KKK meeting a rival clan attacked them and took her to their homestead and abused her further. After her time in Hillbilly hell she made a desperate break for freedom and made it. Escaping back to the city she fell in with one of the loan sharks she had ripped offs minions and her first night back in the city looks like it could be her last....
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Vince McNeill slouched back in his leather chair and watched as Halle was dragged, kicking and shouting into his office. She stopped abruptly when she saw him and realised she had been taken to one of the cities fiercest loan sharks, one that she owed a good deal of money to.
Halle was pushed to her hands and knees and the loan shark told his men to get out, leaving the two of them alone in his office. Halle knew his reputation and was scared, he was not a man to be crossed. She broke the silence with an incoherent babble.
"Mr McNeil, please believe me I was not in control of myself! I was drugged! They made me do it, these hillbillies, they..."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
He slammed his fist on his desk with his harsh, shouted words. Halle froze where she was.
"I don't want to hear it bitch. You owe me $50,000 and I want to know if you have it with you? Clearly you haven't so we have two choices, don't we? Either I make an example of you to show other people what happens to people who don't repay their debts to me and skip town or you work for me and repay me that way. I'll let you decide."
There was no real choice here, she was playing in dangerous waters and knew it. Seconds later she had agreed to pay her debt off by becoming his whore and there were a lot of people more than willing to pay over the odds for a no holds barred session with this particular lawyer.
McNeil had Halle placed in a top floor apartment of a run down building he owned in the slum area of the city. There was no fire escape and his men guarded the building as he ran various scams (drugs, prostitution, porn) from the building so in effect Halle was now a prisoner. Her flat was a dump, the furniture barely fit for human habitation, the wallpaper stained and peeling. The only new things in the flat were selection of clothing and uniforms that were provided for Halle for the job and a new wide screen TV and DVD. It was a depressing place but Halle clung to the thought that at least it was better than her Hillbilly Hell she had so recently escaped from and if McNeil was to be believed in time there was the prospect of leaving here and starting over.
Mark Brown was the first 'client' of Halle's and the first person McNeil had contacted once he had his newest whore established. The reasons were clear. Brown had been convicted five years ago for several cases of sexual assault. Halle had been the prosecuting attorney and had gone after Brown hard. He was a racist, neo nazi pig with a real dislike of women and blacks. After three and a half years of a fifteen years sentence he was freed on a technicality, following a long drawn out appeal. Of course, by then Halle had her own problems being that when Brown was released she had been a sex slave in Hillbilly land and was one of the cities most wanted people both by the law and criminal fraternity. So Halle did not even realise that Brown was a free man when she answered the door to the run down apartment McNeil had set her up in.
It had to have been the easiest bit of business that Vince McNeil had ever done. He contacted Brown and told him straight out that Halle Mason was working for him now and for the right fee Brown could buy time with her. He did stress that she was not to be harmed in any way which clearly disappointed Brown immensely but knowing McNeil's reputation he realised it was not going to be an option, still he realised this was a wonderful opportunity for some revenge against the bitch he had blamed for stitching him up and costing him time in the Pen.
Halle cringed and shrunk back as Brown's large frame filled the doorway, towering menacingly over her. He flashed her a humourless grin and stepped into the flat and closed the door behind him. She started to speak but he held up his hand as he raked in his wallet and held up a ten dollar note (he had paid a whole lot more than that to McNeil but the deal was all the clients would be giving Halle a minimum payment in person to maximise her humiliation).
"That's for the hour bitch and if I want to continue you'll get another. Now Mr. McNeil says for that you'll do anything I ask, is that right?"
The Halle of old, the dynamic, ambitious lawyer would have stood up to him, no matter the situation, she would have fired back at him all guns blazing. Even the Halle that had been captive in the wilds would have had some fire. Now, it seemed that was all but gone. Sighing she dropped her eyes and nervously nodded her assent, knowing the history of this bastard and knowing the next hour or so would be bad.
"Say it nigger! You know how to speak, I remember all those fancy words you used in court so I know you ain't as dumb a cunt as you look!"
"Y-Yes Sir. I'll do whatever you want."
"So you're a whore, a nigger whore, tell me what you are!"
Halle had been through so much in the last few months that mere words were nothing to her.
"I'm a nigger whore Sir."
"MY nigger whore, and don't you forget it bitch. Now show me your wardrobe, McNeil said the outfit I wanted for you was there!"
The outfit, it turned out, was an exact replica of the smart, fawn colour, business suit Halle had worn in court when she had so eloquently buried mark on the stand. Halle guessed its significance as soon as she saw it and her heart sunk even further.
"Don't bother putting on any underwear slut! Cos that's how I was imagining you in court. Naked and getting off on putting me away, weren't you bitch?"
Halle ignored him as she got into her outfit. After her hard few months she was too thin for it but she pulled on the blouse then the knee high skirt and matching jacket. Mark threw a set of high heels at her and demanded she put them on and join him in the bedroom. Wondering just what the hell this bastard was going to do she nervously did so. He thrust a notebook into her hands and spat at her.
"There you go, that's what your cross examining of me should have been. Let's replay that day again shall we. Read it and make sure you get every fucking word right, OK?"
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