ENCOUNTER WITH DESTINY - PART 5
By slave ruthie
He was lying. It was certainly a lovely story but Lady Claire knew how to read
men and could always tell when they were evading the truth. Besides, in all the
years she had known and worked with Stephen he had never once mentioned being
the godparent and legal guardian to an orphaned English girl. And this
delightful tale of his young benefactor taking a gap-year between school and
university was obviously fabricated - as was the notion that he would give up
his work with NATO to chaperone the girl on her world travels. There certainly
WAS a girl - the way his animated eyes danced and sparkled confirmed her
existence but she knew the rest was merely a fanciful confection for her
benefit.
Lady Claire kept smiling and nodded appropriately while he spoke and watched her
storyteller with a show of mild enthusiasm. She was far too polite to succumb
to the temptation to lean across the aisle, pat his knee and tell him to stop
trying to deceive her. And she was too fond of him to cause any needless
embarrassment - in their time together working for UNICEF, colleagues had viewed
Stephen as a cold, calculating and distant man but she knew a totally different
side to his character. Lady Claire would never forget the time they had been on
a joint visit to a war-torn, disease-ravaged part of Africa. Late at night,
Stephen had found a bundle of filthy rags left at the compound's gate which
contained the emaciated form of a dying baby girl, probably abandoned by a
desperate mother or older sibling. There was nothing they could do for the
child and Stephen had cradled the tiny form until dawn while her life mercifully
slipped away. At the end the baby had looked up into Stephen's eyes, feebly
grasped his finger then sighed her last breath. Then the man who many thought
taciturn and unfeeling to the point of rudeness had wept uncontrollably over the
still form, later explaining to Lady Claire that if the only comfort he could
give the child was to be cuddled and grieved over then he was not ashamed of his
tears. Lady Claire's heart had melted for him and if he had been interested she
would gladly have become Stephen's lover...
And now, several years later, here they were on a jet crossing the channel to
London. She noticed how he seemed thinner and looked particularly strained and
tired. Stephen was definitely unwell in some way but she refrained from asking
what was wrong. As he added further embellishments to the fairytale about
taking the girl on a shopping spree in Paris, her thoughts again wandered to the
day her youngest daughter had turned up unannounced at their Knightsbridge
offices from Oxford University just before her first year exams. Nathalie had
been quite troubled on being introduced to Stephen for the first time,
complaining afterward that he had looked at her in the same way an owner
assessed a new racehorse - as if she was an untamed filly in need of being
broken in and put through her paces! Odd how different people viewed the same
man. "And you must take my car, Stephen. Arriving at Roedean in a common taxi
will simply NOT do, even for an American!" At least her deliberately facetious
remark had finally brought a smile to his face. "I have no doubt your young
girl has standards to maintain and the way you are regarded by her peers is very
important to her now." She spoke quickly to quell his protest. "Clements and
the Bentley are at your disposal until you and the young lady have made other
suitable transport arrangements. It is the least I can do for a dear friend."
And he had certainly proved his friendship when Nathalie had inexplicably
dropped out from her studies to disappear without trace into an obscure,
mystical religious cult. When she contacted Stephen in frantic despair, he had
dropped everything to come from Washington and help, revealing what she had
suspected for a long time - that he had extensive links and influence throughout
opposing sides of the Intelligence Community. Sadly, it was all in vain and it
seemed as though her daughter had simply vanished into thin air - perhaps one
day Nathalie would return to her. She was such a bright, dazzlingly pretty and
charming girl who would be aged 22 by now and Lady Claire missed her terribly...
"Ah well, there is really no need for the Bentley, my dear Claire - I am meeting
her in London and the Club is sending a limousine to Heathrow. But I really do
appreciate your kind offer." His fellow passenger smiled back and seemed
quietly amused by his response. He knew he had to watch himself with Lady
Claire - she was far too intelligent and observant to be easily deceived and he
realized he had already said too much. If she ever found out how he had
arranged her youngest daughter's abduction and enslavement, she was perfectly
capable of attempting to have him killed. Stephen had always found Lady Claire
extremely attractive - if things had been different when they were younger,
perhaps they might have shared more than a professional...
... Alexa's trusting face suddenly intruded into his reverie. He stared out of
the cabin window at the blanket of white that obscured the English Channel
below. It was almost funny, in an ironic way. His life was being disrupted so
effectively by a skinny little waitress from a run-down cafe in a poor part of
London. He had just abandoned his role as a key negotiator at a pivotal
East-West Arms Summit, taken on a personal slave against his better judgment
when his health was failing, and yet...and yet he felt more alive and filled
with purpose than he had felt in years. I WANT her, he realized, I want little
Alexa as MY personal property and she WILL kneel at my feet!
*****
The little girl in the flowery dress clutched her battered teddy bear and peered
through the wire cage at the sleeping naked prisoner within. Filled with pity
and concern, she reached up to tug the hand of the kindly old lady by her side.
The smiling lady bent down to whisper in her ear, making the child's anxious
face light up with joy. As they moved away from the cage, the girl turned back
and looked lovingly at its fettered occupant who was beginning to stir, then she
silently danced by the old lady's side as they went directly through the heavily
locked metal door...
I am really going mad, she thought, to be dreaming of my grandma and even of
little Ellie - perhaps this means I'm going to die soon. Alexa rubbed her eyes
and tried to work out why her imaginary childhood friend would be visiting her
troubled sleep with the ghost of her maternal grandmother who had cared for her
until she was aged three. One had been pretend while the other had been real
but they both had something in common - she had loved them dearly and she wanted
to believe they had loved her back. And Ellie had been holding Ted, even
though Alexa's precious soft toy had been callously tossed on the fire by one of
her mother's drunken lodgers as he had forced the struggling six year old
child's face down towards his...
Alexa shuddered and blanked out the awful memory, twisting uncomfortably in the
cramped cage to peer out along the harshly lit corridor. The other cages were
empty now - each terrified occupant having been hauled out and dragged to their
unknown fates. One, a stunning brunette, had offered her a faltering, uncertain
smile then slowly made a pattern of gestures repeatedly with her cuffed hands.
It had taken Alexa several minutes before she realized her fellow-captive was
signing the alphabet in deaf language. Slowly, painstakingly and with many
frustrating errors, they had communicated...
SUSAN MY NAME SUSAN...WHAT YOUR NAME
A-A-L-E-Y...A-L-E...X-A...M-Y NAME ALEXA
The pretty brunette gave a tiny smile of encouragement and waved, making her
fetter chains tinkle. But the harsh metallic sound of her bonds distressed her
too much to continue for several minutes. Alexa watched her silent weeping and
fought desperately not to sob herself, as it would only bring another severe
shock through her cruel collar.
WHERE WE AALEXA WHERE ARE WE
LON-DON THINK CENTRAL LONDON NEAR WEST-MINSTER
HOW COME HERE - I NOT REMEMBER ANYTHING - FEEL ILL TELL MY MUM THEN GO BED EARLY
- WAKE UP THIS PLACE NO CLOTHES IN CHAINS LIKE PRISONER
NOT PRI-SON THINK THIS CLUB BUT BAD VERY BAD MEN HURT AND DO BAD-THINGS SUSAN
The other girl looked so frightened and horrified by Alexa's warning. The girls
mutely shared their experiences and feelings, slowly gaining speed and
confidence as they communicated with their fettered hands. Susan explained she
had learned to sign from the Girl Scouts at her church but Alexa felt too
ashamed to admit she had been taught how to sign at a special class for backward
children - she had become so withdrawn and lacking in confidence when younger
that she was thought to be unable to cope with normal education. Susan had gone
on to sign that she was terribly afraid of being raped and that she was still a
virgin. It took a long time before they could bring themselves to sign again as
the pretty young girl's body was wracked with uncontrollably violent but silent
sobbing, moving Alexa to fresh tears of compassion and despair. But neither of
them dared make any sound for fear of setting off their punishment collars.
During one long pause while Susan turned her face away and shook with distress,
Alexa tried to fill in the gaps in her own memory - knowing what sickening
abuses she must have endured while drugged wasn't going to be pleasant but NOT
knowing was also very frightening. She THOUGHT she remembered being forced
along a corridor by the vile guard who had killed Max and hurt her so
badly...she BELIEVED he had sniggered as she was drugged then...NOTHING - it was
all blank. Except for one very odd earlier memory of lying close to Cally on
the huge, plastic-covered bed in the Guest Suite. The dusky slave had murmured
something extremely strange. She had whispered that Alexa was 'a pretty weapon'
and she would aim her well! But her attempt at seeking an explanation failed
when Cally had done something with her fingers to Alexa's clit, making her mew
in ecstatic abandon. A weapon? Why did Cally call her that - she was only a
weak girl, just a captive destined for slavery. It simply didn't make any
sense...
And now even Susan was gone, brutally hauled out of her cage by her ankle chain
and then dragged between two uncaring guards out of sight. As the metal doors
at the end of the corridor had swung open, Alexa felt sure she had heard muffled
screams. She curled up, kissed the scrap of thread from Cally's hair and begged
in the tiniest whisper possible for the American man she had called 'master' to
arrive and claim her. She would have prayed too but she had lost all hope that
any Deity might show the slightest interest in her suffering - no, at a very
young age Alexa had worked out that if there really was a God then He hated and
despised her and enjoyed tormenting her with dashed dreams. But Alexa didn't
feel sorry for herself - what was the point when it hadn't changed a thing
during her childhood. It was simpler just to resign herself to whatever scraps
of comfort Fate threw at her during her short, bleak life. Better not to hope
because it always brings disappointment.
Better not to pray either because it just brings more despair.
*****
"Goddam traffic! My limo's gotten stuck on the M25." Stephen jammed the mobile
phone into his pocket and stared in frustration through the tinted panoramic
window of the terminal's executive suite.
He was surprised by a feminine arm sliding inside his own. Lady Claire
whispered in her ear. "You are not the only person around here with influence,
Stephen dear. Clements is waiting at the foyer and I have called in a favor
from the Home Office." She pointed down to a silver-gray Bentley flanked by two
police motorcycles. "Go to your love, Stephen." She lifted a gloved finger to
his protesting mouth. "Go now and I shall forgive your feeble masculine attempt
at deceit!" Stephen grinned and gently kissed her cheek before dashing to the
elevator. "But Stephen, you have not even told me her name!"
He paused, whirled around and called out with an enigmatic smile "No, Claire, I
haven't!" Then the lift doors closed.
*****
"You have nothing younger?" Alexa felt a chill run through her spine as the
graveled, foreign voice next to her cage roused her from fitful sleep. The man
looking though the wire stared at her with such pitiless, cold eyes that she
tried to huddle as far back from him as possible. The guard who had hurt her so
badly when Max was killed came into view.
"The Organization doesn't cater for your 'specialist' tastes, sir." His voice
dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Bloody shame too if you ask me - I like
my fruit best just before it ripens, if you know what I mean. But I do have a
contact in the city if you have something ahh 'still on the vine' in mind."
Alexa listened to his chilling humor with growing fear and horror.
"No matter. In Albania we do not worry about things like age - my brother and I
own several orphanages to keep a regular supply for our needs. Giorgiou, what
do you think of this one?" A taller, similarly featured man came across to
examine Alexa. He was grinning from ear to ear but there was something
dreadfully cruel and predatory in his smile. "Well, my brother - will this
bitch do?"
"I want to see how that spike we saw works, brother - she is not good looking
enough to fuck but I want to see her choke and dance on the chain as her body
rides down the metal pole."
The guard was opening Alexa's cage! "Well sirs, this bitch was reserved but I
think her buyer's forgotten about her. Anyway, there's plenty more meat to
choose from." He leaned in and took hold of the chain between Alexa's ankles,
dragging her out by her feet. Alexa began to struggle, desperately wanting to
scream in alarm but too afraid of her electric punishment collar to make a
sound. This wasn't right - her new master was coming back! They MUSTN'T do
this! As soon as she was standing outside the cage, she began to fight against
the guard, sinking her teeth into his hand. "OWWWW! Why you vicious little
SLUT!" The guard slammed Alexa against the cages and slapped her so hard across
her face that her lip began to bleed and her head spun. Before she could
recover, a brutally large ball gag was being pushed against her resisting lips.
"OPEN THAT FUCKING MOUTH!" But she wouldn't do it. The guard twisted her hair
to make her squeal and part her teeth. Alexa clamped her jaws shut and tried to
turn away. Then the taller of the brothers came across and began to crush her
nipples between his strong fingers. In absolute agony, Alexa gasped
involuntarily and the guard took the opportunity to force the ball into her
mouth. "Thank you, sir - proper fucking little vixen, this one!" He made sure
the ball gag was tightly buckled behind her head then removed her punishment
collar.
"Mmmmphhh!!! NNNNNNNNNN!!!! PLSSSSSSSS NNNNNNNNN!" Her desperate pleas were
ignored by the furious guard who dragged her past the laughing men and fastened
her neck inside a heavier, broad collar that dangled from an overhead chain.
The collar was so wide it dug into the underside of her jaw, forcing her to chew
on the large rubber ball that filled her mouth. He swiftly removed her cuffs
but gave her no time to even rub her sore wrists. Alexa tried to shake her head
in frantic despair as her hands were yanked behind her back and forced up
between her shoulders only to be locked in heavy fetters connected to the rear
of her collar. Then the horrible weighted cuffs were being clamped on her
ankles - Alexa knew there was no way she could escape but she struggled just the
same.
"Before we get this fuck-slut on the spike sirs, I just want to give her a
personal farewell gift if you don't mind." The Albanian brothers nodded and
watched with fascination as the guard gripped Alexa's left buttock and forced a
tapered butt plug into her anus. "Can't let her mess the execution room," he
explained. "Now, you filthy piece of SHIT..." The sudden punch into Alexa's
belly caught her unawares and she flopped forward, winded by the dreadful pain.
The next blow slammed into her defenseless back, causing greater agony as the
guard targeted her kidneys. More punches rained down as the guard shouted and
swore, taunting her with degrading comments about how ugly and useless she was.
A series of hard slaps nearly knocked her senseless.
"Not the head, I want her awake for the spike." The smaller of the brothers
intercepted the guard's fist before it struck Alexa's nose.
The guard nodded apologetically and released Alexa's dazed and bruised body from
the overhead chain. "Sorry about that sirs - got a little carried away there."
She was half-carried, half-dragged to the awful room where the limp body of the
oriental girl still hung impaled between her legs by the metal pole. Alexa was
unable to do anything except mew piteously as her tormentor lifted her up on the
other trapdoor and secured her collar at the rear to the slow-release winch
chain. He began to wind a handle, forcing her to her knees as the chain on the
back of the wide collar pulled her upwards. Her face was inches away from the
end of the metal spike and she could see the way the bulbous tip was ringed by
sharp downwards-pointing barbs that would tear her inside if was pulled out!
The guard continued to wind up the winch until Alexa was straining on tiptoe to
ease the awful pressure around her throat. "If the winch is released too slow
the slut blacks out too soon to feel the spike going right up inside her belly.
But if its too quick she gets thrust down too fast to get the full effect!" The
guard came behind her and lifted her up until the end of the spike was nudging
her labia apart. Then he let her down slowly, enjoying her shrieks as the
viciously serrated metal penis forced deeper into her vulva. The guard
crouched down to make sure the bulbous end was penetrating her vagina enough so
she couldn't squirm clear. Finally, he knelt down behind her and used a padlock
to secure her hobble chain around the spike's base, shortening the length so her
inner thighs rubbed against the cruel rod that was splaying her cunt lips as she
fought for relief with her toes.
As the thinly smiling guard began to pull the black hood over her head, the
taller Albanian brother objected. "No blindfold - I always like to see a girl's
face while she dies!"
The guard chuckled and patted her cheek in a false show of affection. "We
usually leave them standing like this, not knowing exactly when the trap's going
to spring. But if she can see, there's no surprise. Hmm, there's one or two
extra treats we can give the fuck-filth before I pull the lever." He brought
over a small electric brazier and plugged it into a nearby socket. "Takes
several minutes to heat up from cold sirs, but then you can try some creative
branding on her body if you like! Meanwhile, we can give the bitch a little
juice..." He took two coiled wires from a hook on the wall and attached the
terminals to the base of the plug in her rectum and the shaft just above her
ankles. Then he began to twist a dial on the wall. Alexa shrieked as the metal
intruders that were probing her cunt and ass suddenly burned her sensitive
orifices with violent shocks. The smiling tall Albanian moved closer to watch
her writhing in incredible pain. "Careful sir, don't want you getting a nasty
shock so please put these on if you want to touch her." The man took the
offered rubber gloves then began to sensually fondle Alexa's body while she
shook in fear and torment. He subjected her to a vile parody of a lover's
touch, stroking and rubbing her breasts, buttocks and the front of her cleft as
she endured the dreadful electric violation of her sensitive parts. Alexa
realized through a blur of pain that the man was intent on making her climax!
He never took his smiling eyes away from hers as she shook and wailed in his
cruelly expert hands.
"Soon be ready with the pokers sirs, best to let the tips glow yellow-orange or
they only burn the top layers of skin." Alexa shrieked and moaned as the
Albanian's skillful fingers drew her over the edge into painful orgasm.
"WHAT IN HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY PROPERTY?"
