ENCOUNTER WITH DESTINY - PART 8
By slave ruthie
The supervisor cursed and muttered under his breath as he made his way back to
the surgery. This damned doctor was always interfering, poking his nose around
and getting in the way - who the hell did he think he was? After all, his past
was just as tainted as the rest of them. He'd heard the stories, oh yes - of
how the 'good doctor' conducted his intimate examinations at his exclusive
gynecological clinic in Harley Street and of the internal 'cosmetic surgery' he
performed to tighten and enhance his patients' sexual capacities. Then there
was that scandal when an Arab princess nearly died from blood loss in her
father's vain quest to restore her virginity so he could arrange a good marriage
for his 'perfectly chaste daughter'. No way could he take the moral high
ground, no bleedin' way! He smirked with self-satisfaction as he opened the
surgery door without bothering to knock...
...And felt the color rapidly draining from his face as his eyes met those of
master Stephen! "Uhh, wha...but you flew back to Brussels this morning, uhh
sir..." The barely controlled fury evident in the master's face made him quit
talking before he dug an even deeper hole for himself.
Stephen played back the recording of the guard's mobile phone call for the
dumbstruck man's benefit. "That guard will not be leaving the crematorium," he
muttered in such a matter-of fact way that even the hardened supervisor felt a
chill running through his spine. "And YOU will be joining him unless you help
us put a stop to this NOW." He raised his hand to silence the man's protests.
"Your staff have turned this place into a slaughterhouse - look at the tally of
dead slaves for the past month alone!"
"But sir, the Albanian brothers' appetites are huge and..."
"And their insatiable demands only accounts for EIGHT of the nineteen. Two even
died in training - one choked unattended on a deep gag in her cage, which is
inexcusable in itself and the other just...died. 'Just died' is not good
enough!" He turned to the doctor. "Did you get the results of the autopsy
yet?"
The doctor nodded grimly. "Shock-induced myocardial infarction aggravated by
lethal doses of sensory and consciousness-enhancing drugs, Stephen. Someone had
been vivisecting her and had excised her tongue, breasts, and sexual organs.
Judging by the cracked teeth, the skin and blood under her fingernails and the
fact that her palms had the flesh torn down to the bone, the pathologist thinks
she was deliberately kept conscious until the end."
Stephen looked down at the photo of a very pretty blonde, smiling and saluting
proudly in her girl-scout uniform. He turned back to the supervisor and stared
at him until the man had to look away. "She was supposed to be a special gift
for the Oyabun to help persuade him to meet with Mikhailov face to face and
hopefully agree a fixed price for unrefined cocaine with the Shining Path
guerillas, you damn fool! Do have ANY idea how delicate negotiations between
the Yamaguchi-gumi and the Solsnetskaya are right now? The Oyabun's taste for
blonde western girls of her age and type is renowned." He began to tear the
photo into small pieces. "Such a waste, such a goddam WASTE!" The other men
kept silent while Stephen took a pen and dropped it on a blank piece of paper on
the doctor's desk. "I want names - write me a list of the guards that have
turned rogue on us...if you don't want to be at the top. And you can forget
about the Albanians. There's been a change of management and the brothers have
been given an 'early retirement package' by their younger cousin who has a less
demanding appetite - you won't need to cater for their vile tastes again."
Once the supervisor had left, Stephen picked up the sheet of paper and passed it
to the doctor to scrutinize the list of names. "Duncan, I will add him as well
- Charles phoned me this morning. He'll be taking charge in London from tonight
until Sir John recovers from the bypass operation and he's bringing in his own
handpicked team of guards and supervisors. Unless you can personally vouch for
any of them, Charles will see that ALL the renegade staff stationed here are
relocated...or offer their resignations." Stephen looked at his old friend who
frowned then slowly shook his head.
The doctor knew full well that no one ever resigned from the Organization's
service...and the only way to leave for slave, guard or master was very final.
"Young Alexa is going to be fine - a little sore down below but nothing lasting
or needing treatment. But what about this 'Marek', Stephen - surely he'll just
carry on the torment for little Alexa." He had a sudden, uncomfortable thought.
"You aren't using her to weed out even more rogue guards in Belgium, are you?"
"No, all the staff at the Ardennes Chateau are completely trustworthy as befits
the cradle of our Organization. As for Marek," he smiled, "there will be no
trouble - in fact I have asked him to assist me in training her to perfection."
"But Stephen, how can you be sure he won't mistreat her behind your back?"
"Because he is my son."
"Your SON?" The doctor began to grin then softly chuckled. "So that is why he
warned you - I thought you only had two daughters, Stephen."
"So did I Duncan, so did I...but I left a small part of myself with a pretty
little Serbian translator when I was stationed in Belgrade and Marek was the
result. We never knew each other until his mother sought me out when Marek was
indicted for war crimes in Croatia - my son had distinguished himself as a
junior intelligence officer by his highly effective interrogation skills where
female prisoners were concerned." He paused, reflecting on his own work as a
'specialist liaison advisor' for the CIA in Vietnam then smiled at his friend.
"You know it is almost as though history is repeating itself, Duncan. Anyway,
unfortunately for Marek - but fortunately for me - he was betrayed by his senior
officer to the UN investigators to save his own miserable skin. Marek was on
his way to a war crimes trial in The Hague when we arranged for him to be taken
ill with a burst appendix and die of complications in a military hospital. He's
been based at the Chateau working for me since that time - in fact he's picking
me up from Zaventem this afternoon. One day, I hope my son will make a fine
Master - perhaps it is in the genes, do you think?"
*****
Fire! FIRE! Alexa tried to cry out in terror but her voice wouldn't work! She
was burning, dancing and writhing in a column of fire, unable to free herself
from the chains that bound her to the stake as she was consumed from outside and
from within, roasted inside and raped by a searing jet of flame...
But as she fought to wake up from the vivid, horrible nightmare, Alexa couldn't
make any sense of her surroundings outside of the dream either. She grasped a
handful of fur (FUR?) and rolled over, listening to soft crackling noises and a
faint tinkling sound whenever she moved her left leg. She felt very thirsty and
her throat was so sore. Her belly hurt as though her period pains had been
increased a thousand-fold. Then she recalled that the doctor had said she would
never menstruate again and had been sterilized. It grieved her to even think
about it - a part of her felt as though she wasn't a proper woman any more and
had been reduced to some kind of erotic pet. And then she remembered HIM.
Alexa felt an irrational thrill of excitement at the very idea of being owned by
the American. Master Stephen - where was he? And, more importantly, where was
SHE?
She opened her eyes properly and glanced in amazement around a large, beautiful
room. The high ceiling was ornately plastered, and the walls were paneled with
filled bookshelves made from light wood. Alexa found she was lying on a large,
white fur rug on the polished wooden floor at the foot of a huge bed. She was
naked and unfettered except for a single steel cuff around her ankle. A chrome
chain snaked across the floor to a ring at the side of the large stone
fireplace. Behind the fireguard, logs hissed and sparked in the flames. There
were two metal dishes on the floor near the rug - one contained water and the
other was partly filled with small biscuits. Alexa was very thirsty and
groggily clambered up to drink. As she reached to pick up the dish she paused
then slowly pulled back her hand. She looked furtively around the room to see
if there were any cameras pointing at her. Although she couldn't see anything
like a lens, she decided to act as though she was being monitored. After all,
it was actually secretly thrilling to think that she was being kept under
observation. So she crouched down and began to lap the water. It wasn't easy -
she seemed to get very little into her mouth and her face was getting wet but
the water tasted good. She looked at the tiny biscuits but chose not to taste
them yet. Although she still felt weak, Alexa managed to stand and wandered in
a daze around the spacious room as far as her tether chain would allow. The
books along the shelves intrigued her but she only looked at the spines without
daring to touch any - lots were about warfare and military history, while others
were concerned with anatomy and psychology. A few of the other books had titles
in French by somebody called 'De Sade'. There was also a bound collection of
reports and papers from UNICEF and something else called CARE. If this was
master Stephen's room, he was obviously a very clever and well-read man. So why
was he bothering with an ignorant girl like her? Alexa put the troubled
question to one side in her mind and tentatively peeped behind some thick, gray
velvet curtains only to gasp as she looked out of the narrow, arched window
frame across a vast ornamental garden. Although it was getting dark, she could
make out the regimented shapes of manicured lawns and hedges that seemed to
march into the distant mist. It was an absolutely quiet and peaceful scene.
The room was warm and had a masculine sort of smell - a faint mixture of spice,
wood smoke, leather, and wax polish. There were three doors leading from the
bedroom - the largest, probably the main door, was out of reach because of the
chain to her ankle. The second door was locked but the third door opened as she
pushed it to reveal a very fancy bathroom. She went back to the fireside and
spotted a neat pile of things on a chair in a corner near the fur rug. There
was a large towel, a toothbrush and paste, a hairbrush, and a small bottle of
shampoo, and underneath them all was a thick, woolen blanket.
Alexa picked up the bundle except for the blanket and discovered a small slip of
paper with tiny handwriting on it saying 'Pour une nouvelle esclave, bon chance
ma sour!' It brought a smile to her face to think she was being greeted by
another girl like herself. Alexa picked up the sliver of paper and tucked it
under the blanket for safekeeping then padded back through to the bathroom. She
could only just get in the shower with the tether chain to her ankle stretched
taut. It took her several minutes to work out the complicated controls - the
first button she pressed made all the jets come on at full force, making her
shriek as the icy cold sprays assaulted her from above, all sides and even
upwards from BENEATH her body. She frantically pressed different buttons at
random until the jets finally became a gentle cascade of warm droplets.
Luckily, the bathroom was completely tiled and the worst of the flood had
already drained away through the grate in the center of the floor. After
thoroughly washing her hair and body, Alexa carefully cleaned her teeth and
brushed her hair in front of the full-length mirror. She stared at her
reflection and watched the smile growing on her face until she finally laughed
out loud. Why was she so happy? Surely she should have been in terror or
despair but she felt very elated, slightly scared and strangely relieved. Alexa
had no idea where she really was - perhaps she really had arrived at the chateau
somewhere in Belgium that master Stephen had mentioned, but as she had never
left England in her life before it didn't mean much except that she felt at home
here. AT HOME - was this finally somewhere she could call HOME?!
There was nothing much to do once she was clean except sit on the rug and watch
the flames play in the hearth. But her eyes were repeatedly drawn to a large
painting above the mantelpiece. A startlingly beautiful Afro-Arabic girl was
kneeling unclothed and in fetters with her thighs wide apart. She had an
expression of radiant joy on her face. Alexa peered in awe at the girl's body.
The girl had rings through her nipples and her clitoris just like her own but
she also had a circular mark or pattern similar to Cally's drawn just above the
cleft of her vulva. And she had a close-fitting golden and enameled collar
around her neck. Ohh how she admired and envied the girl in the picture - the
beautifully worked and inlaid metal band that was snugly secured about her
throat was so pretty and symbolic of the creatures total submission and love for
whoever was her master. If only she could one day be like that girl.
Alexa was so absorbed as she strained to see the mark and collar close up that
she didn't hear the soft click of the door closing on the opposite side of the
room. "She would have liked you, I think. In fact I am certain my Lyssa would
have been your friend, little slave."
HIS voice - HE'S HERE! Alexa whirled around, cried out in relief and delight
and began to run towards her master. She paused, not sure how she should greet
him. Remembering the posture of the girl in the photo, she sank to her knees
with parted thighs like the girl and kept her back straight. Without knowing
what to do, she automatically put her arms behind her back, crossed her wrists
and ankles as though they were bound then lowered her head. She didn't dare
speak and felt tears swimming in her eyes.
"Good girl - I see somebody in London has already taught you how to kneel." She
nearly replied that nobody had told her what to do but changed her mind. It
didn't really matter anyway as long as HE was pleased. He was holding out his
hand and she could see the master's ring just like the doctor's on his finger.
"Aren't you going to greet your master, little slave?" He waited while she
gently held his hand in both of hers, closed her eyes and kissed his ring as
though it was the most precious thing in the world. "Beautifully done, Alexa -
most pleasing." He ruffled his new property's hair and wandered over to look at
the picture over the fireplace. "Funny, I thought my Lyssa would be the last
and I would not take another personal slave after she died. Instead, I found
you, my little Alexa."
"She looks umm I mean she was very beautiful, Master - not at all like m-m..."
It was too late - he had heard her mistake and was staring right into her eyes
with a mixture of astonishment and disappointment. Knowing too well that she
had just offended him by openly doubting her own value yet again, she burst into
tears and sank to the floor. So short a time together and she had already
failed him so soon!
He came across and grasped a handful of her hair forcing her head up to look at
him. He studied the expression of abject, tear-streaked misery on her face for
a long time. Alexa's extreme reaction to her foolish error was driven by
something other than self-pity or fear. She was crying too heavily and had made
no effort to shrink back from him. No, this was a much deeper response and far
exceeded the incident's relatively minor value...interesting. "You know you
need to be punished, slave," he spoke gently but that seemed to increase her
distress. "You were warned before about criticizing your own value and thereby
questioning my judgment about your worth as my property. Yet you are just
learning to serve me, and once a punishment is administered, it is over and done
with as far as I am concerned - understand?" She nodded but still seemed
over-wrought. He had to fight against a desire to soothe this girl, to reassure
her that she would be fine, and even to let her go unpunished on this occasion.
No, that would be completely wrong - she needed to learn from the outset that
his word was final and his rules, while firm, were fair. Stephen believed
strongly that submissive females needed consistent handling or their reactions
would be confused by trying to second-guess where they really stood and then
they would not give of their best. "Come along, slave - best get this done now
rather than make you wait. Now run along to the bathroom before we begin."
She avoided her reflection in the bathroom mirror, knowing that she would feel
worse at the sight. Alexa was shaking so much that her teeth chattered. Her
master waited in the doorway until she finished then he unlocked her ankle from
the cuff. Alexa meekly followed when the man who was about to punish her took
her by the wrist and led her to the locked door. Her first reaction to the
sight of the attached room was fear. It was windowless, brightly lit and had
gray padded walls. There were strange devices made of wood, leather and metal
around the room, and a variety of straps, whips and canes hung from a rail.
Suspended from the center of the ceiling, a metal bar with leather cuffs dangled
from a heavy chain. Her master seemed to be sizing her up for a moment. "We're
going to have to get that winch chain lengthened for the future, little slave -
I don't believe you can reach up to that suspension pole, can you?" She shook
her head, too afraid to speak. "Okay, we'll have to manage another way for now.
Look at me, little slave, and listen very closely. I am now going to punish
you; it is going to hurt a lot but you will not be injured and when its over you
will not be punished any more for this error. If you take your punishment like
a good slave, I will be pleased and you will find it brings its own rewards. Do
you understand?"
She managed to whisper, "y-yes, m-master." Then she burst into fresh tears as
he pulled a leather-covered padded bar on a trestle under the hanging pole.
"Come over here and climb up with your legs straddling the bar. You should be
high enough then." He helped her up and made sure she was balanced with her
thighs dangling over either side of one end of the beam. It was oddly exciting
to have her full weight bearing down between her legs, grinding her pussy into
the cool leather. Then she felt her right arm being lifted up and the wide,
shaped strap was being buckled firmly around her wrist and hand. "Put your left
arm up too and don't look so damn scared of me, girl - this is for your own good
and you won't be damaged." Alexa did as she was told and knew there was now no
escape possible with her hands secured to opposite ends of the overhead pole.
He left her dangling there, balanced on the bar between her legs, and went over
to the padded wall opposite the door. She watched him open a concealed cupboard
that opened out to reveal a vast array of devices and equipment she could not
identify. However, she instinctively knew everything in there was intended for
use on a girl such as herself - a helpless slave at the mercy of her master.
The thought thrilled and repelled her - would he be so cruel and harsh that her
awful childhood would seem like paradise? Or would there be times when she
might be shown just a little love? He had already astounded her in London,
taking her forcefully while she was heavily restrained like she was nothing more
than a tethered wild animal, only to make gentle but masterful love to her later
in the shower. Her confused and anxious thoughts were broken by his return. He
laid a number of objects on the floor to her right then picked up a steel pole
with leather cuffs at each end.
"Hmm...a bit longer than necessary but you'll just have to cope, slave. I will
have to order some smaller equipment for your future training." He looked up at
her anxious face while he began to secure her right ankle to the end of the
pole. "You are very quiet, Alexa - hardly a word out of you and not a single
plea for mercy." He stood up and brushed her hair off her face with his
fingers. "I can't figure you out...yet. I will, you know, as a master soon
learns to read a slave better than she can understand herself. It is one of the
signs of submission, little slave, that the dominant can look into a girl's
mind, observe her expressions, her body language, her reactions and KNOW how she
thinks and what she needs." He crouched down and pulled her left foot outwards
until she was bending at her hip and knee to reach the end of the long pole.
She was trembling violently but her silence troubled him - why wasn't she making
any noise? When he let go of her left foot, her leg swung down, splaying her
thighs far apart, Alexa gasped and twisted as she tried to adjust her body to
ease the strain in her outstretched lower limbs. She was rubbing her cunt on
the ridge between her taut inner thigh muscles and repeatedly pulling herself up
by her captive arms to reveal the freshly moistened leather, slick with her
helpless arousal. But still she did not speak.
Stephen fixed the stretcher chains to the sunken eyebolts below Alexa's feet
that were twisting and dancing uselessly in midair, and then he used strong
padlocks to fit each chain to the ends of the spreader bar. She gave a tiny cry
when she discovered it was no longer possible for her to lift up her legs for
relief. He waited for her to beg for mercy or even to curse him - yet not a
word came from her quivering mouth! When he moved behind and pulled the bar
clear so her weight suddenly pulled against her leather-bound wrists and hands,
she finally cried out. When he used the remote control to tighten the winch and
vertically stretch out her body until she could barely move, she began to
hyperventilate. The expression on her face as he brought over the cat-o-nine
slave whip was so piteous he hesitated and considered freeing her without any
further punishment. She was avoiding his face, searching and looking anywhere
but at him. There was something very wrong here and he could not work it out.
"M...m-ma...m-m-m..." Alexa rolled her face in agony, tears poured from her
glazed eyes as she tried to speak.
"Slave, your master is here to keep you safe. You must be punished to learn
from your error but I promise you that there will be no injuries. Alexa? Are
you listening to me, my little slave?"
"M-m-ma...m-m-m...m-ma..."
"What's wrong, Alexa? Why are you so upset? Tell your master what's..."
"M-MA-MAMA!!! M-mama d-d-don't...P-PLEASE!!!" She was becoming hysterical; the
muscles in her splayed arms and legs were so taut he feared she would injure
herself. She turned in his direction, not seeming to register his presence and
HOWLED.
Stephen froze and watched helplessly as the small slave wailed and sobbed in
bitter despair, begging over and over but not to him. She was crying in anguish
for her mother - nothing unusual in that as many slaves do the same under stress
- but she was begging for her mother to STOP punishing her, pleading that she
would be a good girl and please the 'uncles', and finally whimpering to be
forgiven and loved...
It all made dreadful sense and he felt a surge of protective anger as his
slave's anguished outburst subsided to mournful sobbing. She looked utterly
broken even though the flogger in his hand had yet to touch her skin. My slave,
my little Alexa - ABUSED as a child! Stephen felt physically sickened and
watched his personal slave sinking deeper into black despair for a few moments
before taking swift, decisive action. He grasped her hair and brutally forced
her head up then...gently kissed her. He kept kissing her until she finally
responded and her swimming eyes slowly focused on his face. "Little slave," he
murmured tenderly, "you are MINE now - you are SAFE in your master's arms." Her
sobs were less frantic and more like normal tears - good, a healthy sign. "Do
you trust me, Alexa? Will you put your faith in me?" She blinked rapidly and
didn't reply but her expression, her shining eyes, her quivering and faltering
smile were all the answer he needed. "My slave, you have carried this burden
for too long. Enough is enough."
He knew he had to work quickly before she became too exhausted by her emotional
state and by being suspended beyond her endurance. The years of skill at taming
and training girls automatically took over. He stepped away from her, swung his
arm back then thrashed the wide thongs of the multi-stranded whip across her
side. Before she could scream in surprise and agony, he caught her hair and
kissed her mouth while using the handle of the flogger to rub along the line of
her cunt. He drew back a second time, applying the whip sharply up between her
stretched open thighs. Alexa's eyes grew huge with shock at the abrupt pain but
he smothered her shriek with another deep, lingering kiss. She tensed, ready
for the next blow. Stephen moved to her left and lashed the whip at full force
across her bare breasts. Alexa moaned and begged for relief but this time she
responded to the kiss, trying to reach his lips before he took her fiercely with
his mouth. And with each kiss the handle of the whip sought out and ravished
her other lips, making her shudder in arousal.
The whip fell without respite, curling and licking around her thighs, shoulders,
belly, and buttocks - each stroke interspersed by a deep, passionate kiss.
Alexa fell into the rhythm without prompting and moved against the leather bound
handle with increasing desire. After several more lashes, he deliberately held
back just inches from her face. "P-please...m-master - k-kiss...mmmmmmm..."
Good, she was learning. The new routine of a tiny pause after each harsh blow
of the flogger was soon seared into her mind. Time to try for the next level,
he thought.
As the kiss ended, Alexa tensed for another dreadful jolt of pain from the
leather strands that had set her skin on fire. But her master was waiting,
holding the flogger and watching her intently. She was glad of the relief but
didn't want it to stop! OHH!!! The abrupt insight hit her with greater force
than the whip - it wasn't just about being kissed and expertly caressed between
her thighs, she actually craved the hurting because it made the kisses and the
sensual touching so much sweeter! He looked at her with an expression of such
tender concern that was so overwhelming her throat nearly choked with emotion.
Somehow she made her voice work; somehow she uttered the sought-for words.
"P-please m-m...master, p-please uhhh...wh-whip...y-your...slave..."
His face lit up with pleasure. So quick, so damned QUICK to surrender to the
lash! "That will no longer be necessary, my excellent slave! You have learned
your lesson so well that you have earned a reward." He pressed a ball gag
against her trembling lips and waited until she accepted the rubber sphere into
her mouth. Once she was safely gagged, he took a firm grip of her hair and
began to stroke her ringed clit with the pad of his right index finger. In a
short time, Alexa was moaning and struggling to cope with the sensations in her
pain-softened body. He kept rubbing and massaging her vulva, taking care not to
penetrate her vagina with his expert hand. She fought against the growing
orgasm, her eyes huge and blinking in fright and wonder as she hovered on the
bittersweet edge of orgasm. Then he stopped and removed his hand. Alexa made
desperate pleading noises past the gag and tried to thrust her cunt towards
where she thought his fingers might be. He waited until the very moment she was
about to give up her urgent search for relief then employed his hand with
devastating effect. She wailed and threw her head back in response, utterly
caught in her yearning for relief. Again, she was denied at the verge of
orgasm. She struggled and cried for his touch but he held back and simply toyed
with her ringed nipples until all hope was lost and she began to despair of
finding any release from her sexual torment. And as she lowered her head in sad
resignation, a single fingertip teased and cajoled her clit to heights of
arousal she had never dreamed possible. Alexa began to pant and ground her
teeth in frustration against the rubber ball. She squeezed her eyes shut and
focused on the solitary finger that was her only contact with her master.
Something was stirring in her tense body. Something MASSIVE - something so
powerful and demanding that all reasoned thought was blotted out. She HAD to
climax she HAD to cum and it frightened her to her core. Then there was no way
back - the finger was...it was...she felt....I C-CAN'T
...UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But it wouldn't stop! Alexa
writhed in torment. She had just experienced an earth-shattering orgasm but her
master didn't seem satisfied. He was moving his hand. His thumb replaced the
finger, pressing firmly against her engorged clit, while his fingers slid inside
her cunt and curled back to stroke and massage her
AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
The moment his slave's head flopped forward, Stephen removed his hand and began
to free her limp, perspiration-drenched body. Alexa was barely conscious and he
knew she would be reeling from the sheer force of her first slave orgasm. Once
the gag was out of her mouth and her ankles were free of the spreader bar, he
was left wondering how to get her down from the suspension pole. Even at the
lowest position, she was still hanging nearly a foot above the ground. He
looked at his slave - she hung limply and exhausted and he doubted she would be
able to help if he lifted her. And how would he unbuckle her suspension cuffs?
Damn! I should have thought of this before I started!
Alexa watched him leave the room then heard the low murmur of his voice - he
seemed to be using a telephone. He returned moments later but made no attempt
to release her. Her poor arms and chest ached terribly and her hands were going
numb. She was still trembling from the after-effects of the intense feelings
that had overwhelmed her at his touch. Her master had somehow taken all the
pain of the whipping and turned it into something so wonderful...and terrifying
at the same time. For there had been a moment, just a brief moment when her
body had SURGED with a feeling of power - as though she could tear the
restraints away like paper chains instead of their hardened steel links and
stiff leather straps. That fleeting instant had been accompanied by the
strangest thing - it was the sound of Cally's voice whispering in her ear and
saying 'No, not yet...not yet'.
Two men in blue uniforms arrived and took her down from the suspension pole.
They were neither gentle nor rough and said nothing to her as she was carried
back through to the other room and left sprawled face down on the large fur rug.
Her master thanked them then they were alone together. "Sleep, little slave -
tomorrow you have a busy day." She felt the ankle cuff being locked around her
left leg then he draped the woolen blanket over her exhausted body. The tiny
scrap of paper wafted down but before she could reach it he picked it up,
chuckled, and threw it into the fire. "So your arrival has come to the
attention of your new sister-slaves. They will be wondering about you, Alexa -
well, you will satisfy their curiosity in the morning." He knelt down to gently
stroke her hair and was gratified by the way she pressed her head against his
hand and whispered her gratitude.
Sleep did not come easily these days, as Stephen felt his terminal diagnosis
meant that simply lying in bed was a waste of the precious time he had left.
And yet he felt so damned tired and knew his failing health would limit him
unless he rested. He listened for a few minutes in the dark, in case his new
slave needed to be settled but Alexa seemed to be quiet and wasn't moving. He
had no regrets about capturing and enslaving her - she was not a conventional
beauty and there would certainly be comments and snide remarks about her short
stature and lack of supermodel or starlet looks. His choice would be seen by
some as a sign that his judgment was deteriorating while others might consider
his personal slave was some kind of bizarre joke. Stephen knew Alexa would
prove them wrong and confound the sneering skeptics - she was no stunning beauty
but she WAS much more attractive than he had thought when he first saw her in a
drab, ill-fitting dress with her hair disheveled and blood trickling down from
her nose. What a pathetic sight. But this evening, as she tried to kneel
properly upon his arrival, she had looked far better - quite attractive, really.
A collar would suit her - no, HIS collar would free the seductive animal that
had been trapped in her restricted and miserable life. He smiled at the irony,
that a submissive girl like Alexa was truly freed to be herself only when
fettered and under a master's hand. The thought was quite comforting...
Alexa couldn't sleep even though she was exhausted - her body ached from the
painful tension of hanging with her arms and legs outstretched, and from the
multi-stranded whip that had thrashed every inch of her torso. Yet it was a
sweet ache that she would cherish and what happened when he touched her down
below was seared in her memory. She listened in the darkness to her master's
steady breathing and the subdued hiss and crackle from the fireplace. She
needed the bathroom. Alexa went as quietly as possible and returned to the
room. He was still sleeping soundly. She watched the rise and fall of the
covers as he breathed and felt a sense of contentment that had been missing for
so long in her life. A tear startled her as it streaked down her cheek. Alexa
fought down the urge to weep - she wasn't unhappy but just caught in the
emotions of the moment. There were no words to explain it - it just
felt...RIGHT. She opened one curtain and looked out at the garden. The sky was
clear and the moon was about three-quarters full. An animal was crossing the
lawn. It looked like a fox or a vixen and it stopped to turn its head, almost
as though it was looking directly at her for a few seconds before continuing its
journey. Alexa felt a sudden thrill and an affinity with the creature, making
her gasp and shiver.
It was the moonlight that woke him. One of the curtains had been pulled back.
Alexa was standing at the window, looking out with the blanket draped around her
shoulders. "Slave, why are you up?" She spun round, dropping the blanket in
the process and quickly knelt, casting a shadow on the patch of faint light on
the wooden floor. He threw back one corner of the duvet and patted the mattress
next to him. "Come along, little Alexa - in you get." She was there in a
flash. He curled her up and slipped his arm under her neck, pleased by the way
she held his forearm close. Then he curled his own body about her back,
encircling her in his protective embrace. He knew she was silently crying and
kissed her head before closing his eyes.
