ENCOUNTER WITH DESTINY - PART 6
By slave ruthie
As the startled guard spun around, he nearly dropped the glowing poker at the
sight of the livid fury in the American's face. "Uhh, Master Stephen! We never
thought you were serious about coming back for this useless fuck-slut. Look,
there's some very good bitches due in this afternoon who are much prettier
than..."
"PUT THAT POKER DOWN AND RELEASE MY SLAVE IMMEDIATELY!" Stephen advanced
towards Alexa's torturer and felt in his jacket pocket for the small knife he
always carried. This guard had been too insolent in the past and now he had
been caught red-handed abusing a master's personal slave without authorization -
HIS personal slave, he thought with rising anger as he narrowed the gap between
them. The Albanian brothers were watching the scene with mild amusement as the
panicking guard suddenly reached for the trapdoor's lever.
"No reason to get excited, sir - look, the fuck-filth's ready for the drop now
and we don't want to disappoint the new members here, do we?" Just as Stephen
lunged forward in fury, the desperate guard parried the knife with the glowing
poker and knocked the lever down. Alexa, who had watched with relief as her
American confronted the guard, suddenly felt the trapdoor under her feet give
way. Her wail was choked into a long gurgle of panic as the first click of the
ratchet above her head signaled that her slow impalement on the electrified
spike had begun! The pressure on her throat was awful but not enough to crush
her windpipe or make her black out. Another harsh click sounded as her writhing
body slid further onto the brutal skewer. She rolled her eyes in agony and bit
down on the ball in her mouth in response to the excruciating pain that was
assaulting her senses. The angry shouting rang in her ears but she knew it was
too late - her American master had returned only to helplessly witness her
torture and execution.
Stephen yelled in pain and anger as the tip of the poker burned through his
jacket to sear his arm. This guard was behaving like a madman - perhaps he knew
there was no way back from what he had done and felt he had nothing to lose. He
was advancing with the smoldering poker and there was no way Stephen could reach
his Alexa before the spike ruptured her insides - the serrated tip would soon
tear past her cervix, causing irreparable damage. The ratchet clicked again.
His slave was thrashing and gurgling with wild, terrified eyes that were
beginning to roll upwards as her life was slowly choked away. She suddenly lost
control of her bladder, spraying a jet of hot urine over her trembling legs. If
she wasn't saved NOW, it would be too late - a tiny rivulet of bright red blood
was already beginning to trickle down the inside of her thigh.
The sneering guard thrust forward with the poker. "Why did you have to spoil
things by coming back for the ugly little bitch? You Yanks are all the damn
same - think you own the fucking WORLD!"
"Oh Giorgiou, would you..." But the taller Albanian had read his brother's mind
and swiftly rammed a stiletto knife up to its hilt in the side of the guard's
neck just below his ear. The effect was immediate as the man's body collapsed
forward on the sizzling poker without even gasping in shock.
"UUUURKKKKKKKKKK...KKKK...KKK...KK...K..."
Stephen leapt over the dead guard's body towards Alexa only to discover the
smaller Albanian crime lord had already seized hold of the chain between the
girl's ankles, preventing her from slipping further down the spike. "A big
mistake, Stephanos - insulting our new country. Anyway, we Americans DO rule
the world, don't we?" He looked up with complete indifference at the gasping
face of the slave whose life now depended upon him maintaining his grip on her
ankle fetters, seemingly oblivious to the electric shocks that must have been
hurting his own hand. "This plain girl is truly your property? You have
strange tastes in female attractiveness, my friend. The least of our imports is
like a star compared to this...creature. Still, if my brother and I had known
the girl belongs to you we would not have touched her - please forgive our
ignorance. Now...will you...turn off...the shocks...before I lose...the feeling
in...my... fingers?"
"Yes, yes - but for mercy's sake KEEP HER LIKE THAT WHILE I GET SOME HELP!"
Stephen didn't care about the brothers' disdain for his slave's looks. He
yanked the electric cables from the wall then snatched up a phone and demanded
immediate medical aid. Returning to his slave, he carefully freed the base of
the spike from its floor clamp. Alexa could now be lowered without further
internal damage. When Stephen reached up to release her collar from the winch
chain, he was surprised by her fettered hands clutching the front of his ruined
jacket in relief. How on earth had she managed to release her own cuffs from
the steel ring at the back of her collar? He felt the ring with his fingers -
it seemed to have been stretched and wrenched apart by brute force! But this
feeble little slave could never have summoned enough strength to do that, could
she? Now was not the time to question Alexa. He quietly pocketed the snapped
ring and concentrated on saving her from more injury. Very carefully, avoiding
the cruel shaft that was partially embedded in her cunt, he laid Alexa on the
floor and gently removed her ball gag. "I thought I had lost you forever, my
little slave." But she had mercifully fainted and made no reply.
*****
"You are keeping something from me, Duncan." Alexa's master stared through the
Infirmary's observation window at the tiny, curled form of his slave on the bare
bed. He had been joined by his good friend, the Club's medical director. "Its
something about Alexa, isn't it?" He took the broken ring out of his pocket and
handed it to the doctor. "Not metal fatigue, not a faulty weld - it was sheared
by force even though her wrists were pinned high up behind her back." The
doctor stared through the glass at his patient, unable to look him in the eyes.
"Damn it, Duncan - just TELL me, for God's sake!"
"Ahh, she...isn't normal, Stephen. She has certain ahh...genetic variations in
her DNA." This was too bloody difficult - how could he gently let down a dying
man by saying his slave should be put to sleep?
"Surely you don't think..." No, it was impossible! "...she is one of the
Roslyn girls? But they were ALL accounted for, weren't they. How the hell CAN
she be an engineered female? There were only nineteen born alive, half of those
died in infancy from their defects, and the others were too mentally backward or
aggressive to train." He didn't need to remind the doctor about the failed
experiment to breed enhanced submissive girls. The only one who had been of any
use had reached puberty at the hugely accelerated rate which killed so many of
her 'sisters' in infancy but she had suddenly turned on her trainer without
warning to scratch out his eyes with her bare hands before attacking and
disfiguring her own body. The Organization had decided to abandon its research
and stick to harvesting so-called 'free-range' girls who were in globally
abundant supply...
"Stephen, I think Alexa is perhaps the other half of unknown mono-zygotic twins.
According to the records, the female host gave birth prematurely at her mother's
home instead of at the Edinburgh clinic and she apparently never told us there
were TWO baby girls - she only reported ONE stillborn child, collected the
arranged surrogacy fee then we lost contact with her. Alexa seems to have spent
her first three years living with her grandmother before moving to London - she
was registered as an illegitimate child so we didn't even know she existed. You
do realize what this means, don't you Stephen? Alexa is the only surviving
Roslyn fetus - which makes her potentially dangerous to the Organization. I'm
very sorry about this but she should be destroyed." His voice had dropped to a
whisper.
She looked so innocent and vulnerable, lying on the PVC mattress with her collar
secured by a chain to one of the rings on the bench. Alexa turned onto her
back, exposing the two sutured incisions on either side of her abdomen where her
ovaries had been removed. Her submissive nature was obvious even in sleep - she
was clutching her collar chain with both hands for comfort. "You thought of
letting her die in theater, didn't you Duncan - it would have been so
easy...just slice through an artery, puncture her intestine or simply increase
the anesthetic...but you didn't kill her. Why not?"
"Stephen, I..." The words weren't adequate. "...I was very tempted but I know
how much this wee girl means to you. I'm leaving the decision in your hands.
If you wish, we can end this right now." He held up a syringe filled with a
clear, yellow liquid. "It will happen so fast she won't feel a thing after the
needle enters her vein. But if you choose to keep her, don't tell ANYONE about
her origins as she will have to be immediately culled."
Both men watched Alexa turn again but now in fitful sleep, as though she sensed
danger even when dreaming - and what was she dreaming about, Stephen pondered.
"Put the syringe away, Duncan. I intend to have this girl as my personal slave.
Damned if I know why but I feel she MUST kneel at my feet. Perhaps this goddam
cancer is affecting my mind - when I told Yasov I was resigning from NATO to
train a slave he didn't laugh. Duncan, know what Yasov said? 'Follow your
heart and instincts'. But my instincts go against every logical argument.
She's not terribly pretty, I haven't long to live, and now she turns out to be
potentially defective. And yet...and yet it FEELS right to take little Alexa as
my personal slave - is this the madness of desire or the foolishness of a dying
man?"
The doctor chose not to comment. He knew when to listen and when not to
respond. "I took the liberty of sterilizing her now rather than later, Stephen.
All the records that might give away her true genetic origins have been
destroyed." He looked his old friend in the eyes. "Please be very careful -
you have one year of relative health before...well, you know. You can't leave
her behind - make arrangements in case you aren't around to deal with Alexa.
And be very, very careful to keep her heavily restrained during any excessive
trauma - at least initially during her training until you know her limits.
There is a high risk that your slave may potentially react with unpredictable
violence to extreme over-stimulation."
"I'm going to ask Charles to take care of Alexa if...if I'm not around - he
doesn't have to know why but I know he'll do what is necessary should the need
arise." The doctor nodded and smiled to show he could not have chosen a better
person to deal with his slave when the time came. " Duncan," Stephen offered
his hand. "Thank you for this chance - I'm damned if I know why I'm doing this
but I promise you I'm going to make Alexa the most outstanding slave the
Organization has ever seen!"
*****
Time...time to wake. Ohh no, I've overslept! Must get up, must go to work, be
late for the cafe...he'll cut my wages...he'll hit me...WHERE AM I? Instead of
the blurred half-dream of strange voices, smells and white she had experienced
for what seemed like ages, she was suddenly alert and clear-headed
and...Alarmed!
Alexa sat bolt upright in the bare, white cell and winced at the sharp
discomfort in her belly. Her hand moved down and gingerly explored the bright
yellow dyed skin with two rows of tiny, black stitches on either side of her
abdomen. Why had they operated down there? She knew she had been hurt inside
her privates but the guard hadn't done anything to her belly except punch her so
hard she could barely breathe. She explored the fading bruises on her ribs.
How long ago had she been assaulted - days or weeks? Her pussy and backside
were a little sore but there was something else - the front of her privates felt
somehow...different. There was a full-length mirror on the wall. Alexa swung
her legs down off the plastic mattress and nearly fell - she had misjudged the
height of her metal bed that was nearly at her waist when she stood up. She
padded unsteadily across the tiled floor to look at herself. There was just
enough slack on the collar chain to stand before the glass - not a very pretty
sight. She gently peeled her pussy lips apart and stared at her reflection in
amazement - the skin covering the top between her labia had been removed,
exposing the length of her clit! It seemed much bigger without the hood and
when she touched it with her finger, she gasped in surprise and jumped at the
painful yet erotic sensation. She was so absorbed by the mutilation of her
vulva that she nearly didn't hear the door being unlocked. In a panic, she
clambered back up on the high bed and hunched herself up. The American had
arrived! He placed a black leather holdall on the floor then just stood there,
examining her appraisingly.
"Well, do you like the alteration Alexa? Your capacity for sexual pleasure will
be far greater than anything you have previously experienced - trust me on that,
my little English slave." He was grinning at her. Alexa felt tears of relief
and joy brimming over her eyelids. When he patted his thigh, she thoughtlessly
leapt from the bed and nearly stumbled in pain from her tender insides. But he
was HERE and she didn't care about the discomfort any more. She was soon
kneeling and clasping his legs so tightly he nearly overbalanced. "Hey, whoa
slave!" Suddenly abashed, Alexa pulled back for fear of offending him. A
finger gently lifted her chin. "You're some kid, you know. Are you recovered
from your ordeal?"
"Ohh m-master, ohhh..." Alexa wiped her eyes and looked up at her wonderful
American who had come back for her. "I uhh I feel ummm sore down below - m-my
tummy is a bit s-sore but it doesn't matter now you're here." Her voice had
trailed into an uncertain whisper - what if she offended this man by her
familiarity. But his hand moved to ruffle her hair then slid down the back of
her head to firmly grasp her collar. The feelings of protection and being
safely controlled were so intense it made her shiver with newfound delight.
"Ummm p-please m-master?"
"What is it, my little slave?"
"The umm, the cuts down here...on my t-tummy - I d-don't understand..."
"Ahh - you have been sterilized, Alexa. The doctor felt it was appropriate to
remove your ovaries while you were in theater." He could feel her beginning to
tremble as his new slave tried very hard not to cry. "You could never have
conceived anyway, Alexa - the doctor told me about your endometriosis and the
pain it caused. You will not suffer any side effects, though. The HRT implants
in your upper arm will keep you in excellent condition, in fact you will be in
permanent heat!" But she wasn't listening. His slave had sagged to the floor
and was quietly sobbing in shock and grief for the baby she could now never
have...
He let her cry it all out, in fact he had decided to act with such deliberate
insensitivity to cause her emotional outburst. Stephen had handled enough girls
since joining the Organization to know how important freely expressed tears were
to their training and well-being. 'The slave who stops crying is too wounded to
serve well' - the words of his uncle when he joined the Organization still rang
true. The anguished weeping was for her own good. Stephen waited until the
sobs had turned to mournful whimpers. "Hush now, little slave - you will
exhaust yourself and we can't have that. I am well aware of your sadness but it
is for the best and you will come to learn I am right." He knelt down and
gently stroked her hair. "I want this grown long - all the way to your waist
eventually. And your hair should be kept off your pretty face, my slave."
Alexa let out a tiny gasp and lifted her hand to her wet cheek only to have it
gently but firmly removed by her new master - he had called her face 'pretty'
and he truly meant it! He unlocked her collar and opened the holdall.
"Time for us to leave soon, little Alexa - time to start anew and to put your
miserable life in London behind us. I want to be at the Chateau by early
evening. Put this on and be quick about it, slave." Alexa marveled at the
outfit he removed and handed her from the holdall. It was bright red and was
made from an incredibly stretchy yet shiny material. As she examined the
garment, she realized it would cover her whole body like a tight suit. There
was a long, black zip from the high collar down the front that went all the way
under between suit's legs! Alexa followed the line of the zip with her fingers
to the lower back where there were two more fastenings. It suddenly dawned on
her that even when fully dressed in the body suit, her private parts could still
be exposed for... "Hurry up, Alexa - open the zip on your catsuit. It should
fit you well, except you are a bit small in the chest. My good friend the
doctor assures me with proper nourishment and the enhanced HRT treatment your
bust size will improve." She sat on the hard cell floor and carefully drew the
long zip down from the collar. But when she reached the crotch, he signaled her
to stop before she opened it all the way underneath. "That is not necessary to
put it on properly, slave." She had the most peculiar sensation as she slid her
feet down the clingy legs of the catsuit - it was the most erotic, sensual thing
she had ever worn and she knew it would make her feel very aroused. With a
shiver of anticipation, she stood to pull the tight suit up to her waist. A
tiny squeal escaped from her mouth after she slid her hands down the sleeves
then shrugged the catsuit over her shoulders.
"What is it, slave - something troubling you?" But he looked amused, not
concerned
"Uhh, n-no master - its just ummmm, tight between...rubbing inside my..." She
was too embarrassed to continue.
"Is the catsuit so uncomfortable, Alexa? Is the zip too painful?" With a broad
smile on his face, he made a great show of bending down to examine where the
black zip was firmly riding along the pronounced cleft of her pussy.
"N-no master - its ummm, its...its nice." Her face felt so warm that she didn't
dare look up.
His hand took hold of her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You blush very
prettily, my young slave but you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed about.
Delight in your body's animal sexuality - I certainly intend to!" And THAT made
her blush even more...
Stephen noted with amusement that Alexa kept sneaking quick glances at her
reflection in the two-way mirror. When the zip on the catsuit was properly
fastened at the neck just under her chin, he motioned towards the glass. "Go
on, take a proper look at yourself." She stood, suddenly awkward and
self-conscious then shyly peeped in amazement at the girl opposite in the sleek,
figure-hugging catsuit. "Red denotes a novice - a slave in training. Hmm, the
legs and sleeves are slightly too long but the fit on your body is actually
quite good. Turn around, Alexa - what do you see?"
"Umm, the suit's ummm, very sexy and pretty, master." She breathed out the
words as though she could hardly speak for joy.
Did she have any idea of the effect her soft voice had on him? "Slave, the
catsuit is neither of those things on its own - it is the girl who wears a
garment that counts." Her innocent expression slowly changed into a beaming
smile and she touched her cheek then looked directly into his eyes, showing him
that she finally understood he found her attractive - had no man ever paid a
compliment to this girl before? It seemed as though he was the first person to
tell her she looked nice! He could easily watch her all day as her deeply
hidden sensuality blossomed but they had a flight to catch. He reached into the
holdall and called her to him. "Over here, Alexa - hold out your wrists." She
did as she was told without question and never flinched while each broad metal
cuff was securely locked in place. "Spread your feet apart a little." Again,
she complied without uncertainty or complaint as the chain-hobbled cuffs clicked
shut around her slim ankles. "Good girl - chin up." Immediate obedience - the
broad leather posture collar was soon buckled around her neck and locked through
its hasps at the rear. As he walked around her, she automatically moved her
arms behind her back for him to secure her cuffs together on the familiar short
chain dangling between her shoulders. This girl was so eager to please that he
couldn't help smiling at her trusting compliance.
Alexa was unable to stop herself from trembling as the man who had utterly
transformed her life touched her hair. "P-please...m-master?" He smiled,
waiting for her to continue. "I, umm...don't know your, I mean is it allowed
c-can I..." Her voice faltering, she finally managed to blurt it out. "...know
y-your n-name?"
"Slave, your master's name is Stephen. Close friends call me Steve but only
YOU, my little slave, are entitled to say you are 'master Stephen's slave'.
You're shaking, Alexa - I want you to respect me, not fear me. Slave, are you
frightened of me?" He lifted her chin and looked into her rapidly blinking
eyes. "Do I truly scare you?"
"N-no, m-master - its me...I umm, scare m-myself!" He sighed, took her head in
both of his hands, reached down and kissed her on her lips. A gentle groan of
incredible relief and desire escaped her covered mouth as she helplessly sagged
into his embrace.
It was his turn to groan. "I cannot wait - you have distracted your master too
much, little slave. Hell, I was planning to do this when we got home to the
Chateau..."
HOME!!! Alexa's already racing heart leapt at the word - she hadn't belonged
anywhere, hadn't felt at home since her dimly remembered infancy at her
grandmother's house. And now her master, an American called Stephen who had
taken her into slavery just a few days or weeks ago was taking her HOME. How
could she possibly fear him when it all felt so wonderfully RIGHT?
He scooped her up, carried her across the cell and sat her on the edge of the
bed, kissing her once more before sliding his little finger under the leather to
catch and pull down the ring on the catsuit's zip. "See the effect you have on
your master, little vixen. That rogue guard apparently described you to his
colleagues as a witch - perhaps in this alone he was right. Let's see exactly
what spells you can conjure, my hot little slave..." He made her sit on the end
of the mattress while he fetched over the holdall then rummaged through the
contents and fetched out a handful of chains and padlocks. Alexa tried to peer
down while he removed the hobble chain between her ankles then pulled her left
leg out to the side. He used a length of chain and a padlock to secure her foot
then did the same to her right leg so she was fettered to the corners at the
foot of the metal bench that had served as her bed for the past...how many days?
She was being pushed forward while her wrists were freed from the collar chain
but the cuffs were still locked together. Alexa gasped as more cuffs were
clamped shut on her upper arms and locked together, forcing her elbows nearer
each other. When he took a ball gag out of the holdall and held it to her
trembling lips, she searched his face for reassurance - why the extra
restraints? Was he going to punish her? What had she done wrong? But he
smiled, tweaked the end of her snub nose and enigmatically murmured "Doctor's
orders, little slave." Alexa dutifully opened her mouth and waited while the
straps were buckled together behind her neck. He gently pushed her back until
she lay on top of her pinioned arms and pulled the collar chain up above her
head. She felt the chain tighten as it was padlocked to another length - she
was utterly helpless now, fettered and chained with her backside half off the
bottom edge of the PVC mattress, her ankles locked apart and her upper body
immobilized. He began to draw the zip completely down the front of her catsuit,
grinning as she hissed in pleasure-pain when the fastener moved across the front
of her puckered labia. "Your clitoris appears very swollen and exposed, little
slave - the doctor did a good job with the collagen injections and removal of
the hood." When he touched her down below, she jerked in erotic shock. "Just
as well they bolted this frame to the floor, slave! Hmm...no time like the
present I reckon, even though I feel like I can't wait another moment." He
chuckled, stroked her brow then joked, "Don't you go away now - I'll only be a
few minutes."
The minutes seemed like hours to Alexa as she squirmed uncomfortably and stared
up at the plain white ceiling. Why had he left her like this? Was he going to
rape her or not? Was he planning to torture her? She tried to make sense of
her thoughts - she should have been frantic with terror and despair, overwhelmed
by her predicament and the brutality she had previously witnessed and
experienced. But she felt elated and incredibly aroused. Was she still
drugged? She had only a few hazy memories after being rescued from the awful
pain as she was choked while slipping down the spike in her vagina. There had
been soft voices, peculiar tastes and smells like antiseptic or metal. There
were vague feelings too - stabbing sensations in her arm, being steadied as she
was taken to the toilet, fed or bathed...it was as though she had inhabited a
semi-realistic dream world of unknown duration. Her thoughts were rudely
interrupted by the American's return. "Best get these done now, slave." She
couldn't see what was happening as the wide leather collar on its taut chain
prevented her from looking down her body. He was pulling the sides of the
catsuit apart to expose her breasts. "Its a master's prerogative to choose how
his slave's body is adorned, little Alexa. You will have three piercings...for
now." She tensed at a stinging cold sensation in her left nipple as he rubbed
it with a tissue. He held up what looked like a pair of steel pincers. She
could see the curved needle-like points of an opened gold ring held inside the
jaws! Taking hold of the tip of her breast with the finger and thumb of his
left hand, her master positioned the sharp points on either side of her swollen
bud and squeezed....
Alexa emitted a sharp squeal as pain flooded through her newly pierced flesh.
Her master briefly glanced at her shocked face before dabbing the tiny spots of
blood from the puncture wounds on either side of her nipple. He rotated the
gold ring to ensure a good joint had been made and nodded with satisfaction.
Knowing what was going to happen as he swabbed her right nipple did nothing to
reduce the painful shock of her second piercing. But the discomfort was
strangely gratifying and Alexa was feeling desperately aroused by her fettered
helplessness and the intimate attentions of her new master. "Just one more
ring, my little slave." One more? But where...OHH NO!!! Surely he wasn't
going to...
She struggled as the alcohol-soaked swap stung her clit; she screamed as the
sharp tips of the opened ring began to bite into the sides of her swollen
member; she howled as he pushed two fingers into her vagina while the pincers
squeezed shut. The severe pain was too much - Alexa stiffened in her fetters,
clamped her teeth down on the rubber ball in her mouth and shrieked as sexual
agony was transformed to bittersweet ecstasy. She could hear herself distantly
crying in abandon under her master's sure touch, then...nothing.
