Encounter With Destiny - Organization Series 5

ENCOUNTER WITH DESTINY - PART 9

By slave ruthie

"Good morning, my pretty little slave."

Although he was smiling as he looked down on her, she was aware of a slight warning in his voice. He had emphasized the word 'pretty' to remind her it was HIM who set her value, not her. "Umm, g-good morning, my uhh kind master!"

He frowned. "I am going to assume my kindness has nothing to do with describing my own property as 'pretty', slave, and that last night's lesson does not need repeating. Hmmm?" He waited until she lowered her eyes and shook her head. Satisfied by her contrite response, Stephen yanked the duvet right off the bed. "Time you were up - I had my shower and left you to sleep this morning but don't expect such indulgence all the time, my PRETTY slave." When Alexa rose and began to pad across towards the en suite bathroom, he called her back and freed her ankle from the cuff. "You may use the bathroom but no shower, mind - no point you getting spruced up until after your exercise regime." Alexa obediently relieved herself then splashed her face with cold water to wake herself up. There was something different about her reflection. Despite her tousled hair and still-sleepy eyes, she looked...how to describe it? She GLOWED. Perhaps it was the after-effects of being woken earlier by her master's expert fingers stroking between her thighs before positioning her and penetrating her from behind - she hadn't climaxed but it had felt very soothing and simply plain nice. He had cupped her breasts and played with her ringed nipples as he gently thrust into her body. Then, having spent himself, the man who had transformed her life just held her close again until she drifted off into a deep sleep. She felt sticky between her legs where his semen and her juices had leaked from her privates. There was a bidet in the bathroom. She knew ABOUT them but not HOW to use one. Twisting the little lever, she managed to get a small fountain of warm water to appear. Alexa didn't know which way to sit and felt too embarrassed to ask her master. She straddled the bidet and used the spray and her hands to clean herself. It was oddly pleasant and she felt fresh and clean afterwards. Alexa dried her body then presented herself for inspection.

"Did you brush your teeth, slave?" She shook her head. "Back in there and brush them PROPERLY- and use the dental floss." He sighed. "I never understand you Brits - fussy about so many trivial, unimportant things then you don't bother to look after your teeth! Well, you need to learn about good oral hygiene, girl. I will arrange a dental appointment - the doctor thought you might need some orthodontic treatment and at least one molar repaired." Alexa did her best with the floss and listened to his words with a mixture of dread and awe. She was frightened of dentists but amazed that her master was taking her health so seriously. At first, she thought he would quickly lose interest and discard her like a broken toy but his remarks implied a much longer-term relationship! He examined her mouth carefully then patted her head and called someone on the phone. "There, that's fixed up - let's get you properly attired for your first day here."

Being 'properly attired' meant having a stiff, red leather posture collar locked around her throat with a padlock through the strong buckle. Thicker, red leather straps were secured around her wrists and ankles. Her master padlocked her wrist cuffs together then pulled her hands up her back before securing the cuffs to a short chain dangling from the rear of her collar. He fitted another short chain between her ankle cuffs and used another to lock the front of her collar to the center of the chain between her feet. This meant that even with her legs together, she couldn't stand up properly and would have to walk bent over because the chains were too small. The final restraint looked horrible. She moaned as the rubber probe pressed against her mouth but parted her lips and didn't resist her oral penetration. The gag was attached to a kind of red leather bridle that he tightened over her head, under her chin and at the rear of her neck. This made her chew on the probe and prevented any speech. Alexa peered up at her master and whimpered forlornly - what had she done wrong? Why was he treating her like this?

Stephen smiled and patted his slave's head. "As far as I'm concerned, you do not need to be restrained and displayed as an untrained slave, my little Alexa. However, my fellow masters would expect me to do things by the numbers and we do not want to encourage sloppy practices where slaves are concerned - do we?" She lowered her head so he wouldn't see her anxious expression but he seemed to know what she was thinking and reassuringly stroked her hair. "You are not in trouble, you know - yesterday's disciplining is over and forgotten as far as I am concerned, little slave."

But SHE couldn't forget it. Alexa kept thinking about what had happened after her whipping - the incredible release of climaxing after being severely whipped had frightened and amazed her. It still echoed in her heart and mind. He told her to kneel on the rug with her thighs apart and remain motionless while he sat at the large, wooden desk and read a file he took from the shelves. Alexa tried to keep as still as possible and listened to the turning of the pages. After what seemed like ages (but had probably only been less that a quarter of an hour) there was a knock on the door and a tall, strikingly handsome man entered at her master's invitation. "Ahh Marek, good morning - this is the girl. Her free name was Alexa and I have decided she will keep it." She turned her head sharply in her master's direction - she had never thought he might change her name. Perhaps she might have liked a different identity - she had grown up wishing for something prettier or more feminine. But HE had chosen for her to keep her name - did he like it? Did he really like her name?

The man was striding towards her. There was something familiar about his features - he could nearly have been a younger version of her master, except for his jet black hair and dark, piercing eyes that were almost hawkish in appearance. Those eyes burned into her like a raptor in flight scanning for prey. Despite his smile, Alexa felt very afraid of the man and couldn't help trembling when his long fingers cupped her chin. He turned her head to the left then to the right as though he was examining livestock or a pet at a show. "She is not what I expected - this one is most interesting, father." (FATHER? He is my master's SON?)

"Glad you approve - do you think between the two of us we can make something of little Alexa here?"

"It would be a challenge, I think. You say she is ready for training and we do not need to break her into slavery?"

She wondered about the oddly stilted, formal way they were speaking to each other, and the long pauses between replies. Her master came over and ruffled her hair. "Alexa was a natural slave before I found her but did not know what she felt or what it meant - she took to the collar as soon as it was fastened around her neck. I think we can accelerate her training - hard and fast, Marek. She already understands that she IS a slave. Now she needs to learn how to BE a slave."

The younger man scrutinized her. "Hard and fast? This you are sure of, father? I will spare her nothing, you understand."

Her master was looking down at her. "Anything you think she needs - short of permanent physical damage without my prior agreement, of course."

Alexa was becoming increasingly alarmed by the direction their conversation was following but didn't want to interrupt by begging for mercy - she had learned from a very tender age that pleading or crying never helped and actually made things worse. Her mother's vicious, unpredictable temper and the way she had pushed her daughter away with a look of revulsion whenever she sought comfort or affection had taught Alexa from early childhood to expect no love, protection or mercy. And yet, despite all the abuse and the cruel rejection, she was still her mummy and Alexa hoped she was happy, wherever she was now...if she was still alive. The deep sadness that weighed down her heart had been lifted for a little while when her master had made her climax so fiercely. But now he was handing her to his son to be hurt, punished, and harshly trained! Why was she so unlovable? Why did she deserve such a cruel life, cheated of kindness and understanding? Why - it was as though she was cursed but what had she ever done so wrong that she had to suffer this much? She kept her head down and tried to squeeze her eyelids tightly shut to reduce the flow of tears down her face...

...And then her master's fingers were wiping away the moisture on her cheeks. "My little one," he murmured. "If you do everything Marek demands, you will become such a magnificent slave. It will not be easy. There will be pain and hardship to endure but do not despair - you are MY slave now and all I require is your best effort. You have already earned your place at my feet, girl - do you understand?" His calm, steady voice was so reassuring she sighed and pressed her head against his hand. ''Good girl - that's better.'' Marek excused himself and left them, explaining that he needed to fetch some equipment from Stores.

Several minutes later, he returned and threw a collection of items down on the rug next to her. Alexa's master peered down at the assortment of leather and metal items and pointed at two long objects covered with stiff bristles that looked to Alexa like cylindrical brushes. ''Those seem a little excessive Marek, surely?''

"Hard and fast, father - it is what we agreed." Marek set about removing her wrist cuffs but her arms weren't free for long. "Place your hands behind you with palms together and fingers straight." It was a kind of leather single glove or tapered sleeve. She felt the zip being tugged up, forcing her elbows closer. He was looping leather straps over her shoulders, diagonally between her breasts and fastening the ends together to form a tight harness around her chest. Alexa winced with each buckle that Marek tugged shut from her wrists to above her elbows. By the time he had finished, there was no way she could move her arms - not even an inch! He made her stand but the chain from her collar to her ankle chain forced her to bend further forward. Alexa looked imploringly at her master but he merely glanced in her direction then returned to his papers.

"Legs apart slave - get that ankle chain stretched tight NOW!" She jumped at the sound of Marek's voice and obeyed but it meant she was bending even further and could only look at the floor. A thick, red leather strap went around her waist. She grunted in pain as it was tightened so much her belly was being squeezed into a tiny circle. He was attaching something at the front of the belt. She felt his hand reaching from behind, pulling something up between her thighs. She squealed in shock at the hard, prickly sensation as something pushed her pussy lips apart. It was really sore! As the strap was pulled higher, the object drove deeper into her cunt - it felt rough and sharply pointed all over and she realized with dread that it was one of the strange brushes.

Then came a sensation she knew and intensely disliked - something pressing against her anus. Alexa whimpered uselessly as the second prickly object easily overcame her sphincter muscles and worked its way up her ass. Marek did something that joined the tip of the stiff glove around her fingers to the cruel strap beneath her body. Alexa shook as her master's son attached a long pole to the back of her collar then locked her wrists to the shaft half way along its length.

"Father, can you open the door please?" Marek began to pull the end of the pole upwards. "On your toes, slave!" Alexa cried in distress - the movement of the pole was pulling her arms up, which in turn meant the strap between her thighs was being tugged higher - and that was making the rough objects inside her aching pussy and backside dig in even deeper! She struggled up on tiptoes to gain any relief and yelped as she was propelled forwards by the pole.

"Please try to bring her back in one piece - at least on her first day's training!" Her master sounded amused by her plight and gave her a painful swat on her backside as she was forced out into the corridor.

Every step was sore - every movement made the horrible, sharp-surfaced plugs scratch in and out of her sensitive orifices. Alexa struggled to keep up on her toes and desperately tried to concentrate on the polished wooden floor in an effort to keep her balance. Marek gave her no respite and forced her on at such a pace she kept jarring her ankles because the chain linking them was so short. "Keep that chain up off the ground, slave - I do not want to hear a single link touch the floor!

Alexa was vaguely aware of passing people - there were men's shoes and trousered legs, and the bare legs and fettered feet of other girls like herself. She could hear their curious female whispering but never saw above their thighs. "Keep moving, slave - FASTER!"

They finally reached their destination, much to Alexa's relief - her legs were shaking after their long exertion. Marek clamped the end of the pole in an adjustable bracket suspended from the ceiling in the center of the room. Unfortunately, this meant the only way she could keep the excruciating probes from fully penetrating her private parts was by remaining on her toes. And her feet were very tired and sore. "So this is the little slave that my father has given up so much over." Marek whispered in her ear. "He seems to be fond of you but to me you are just another piece of untrained female flesh. Now, your first lesson in obedience is never to disappoint me, slave Alexa. I do not like that - shall we show you what will happen if I am a little disappointed?" He tightened a black, padded leather strap over her eyes, blindfolding her completely. She felt the pole being raised higher until her body was almost fully penetrated and she was only able to touch the floor on the points of her toes! Then there was a buzzing sound behind her. "Uhhhhhnnnnn!!!" It was like being burned by a fire that only lasted for seconds - but each second brought dreadful agony. "These are only the mildest of shocks, slave. Just try to think what they will feel like if you anger me!" He touched her with the prod in different parts of her body, making her dance and howl in distress. She couldn't see where the next shock would be, or when and for how long it might be applied. Alexa stumbled and fell after one particularly severe jolt coursed through her left calf but the rigid pole kept her up. The torture seemed to continue for ages until she heard Marek's casual voice whisper in her ear once more. "So I think you will want to please me, won't you?" Alexa whimpered that she did. "I did not hear you, slave - speak up!"

"Ummmphhh!!! Ethsssss!!!"

"What? You want stronger shocks?"

"Nnnnnnnnn!!! PLTHHHHHH!!! UUUUUUUUUUHHHHH!!!!!" Alexa writhed and struggled as shock after shock jolted through her defenseless body.

She accidentally knocked Marek's leg with her bare foot in her desperate attempts to regain her balance and to keep her weight off her throat and crotch restraints. "Now you HAVE annoyed me, insolent slave!" Marek snarled in her ear then did something to the chain between her ankle cuffs so she couldn't lift her feet off the hard floor more than a few inches. She knew the next sound; knew what it meant! Alexa shuddered as she heard the unmistakable noise of a leather belt being undone and removed. She tensed, uncertain where the first blow would fall and dreading its landing. He would be pulling back his arm - she knew the motion so well from her childhood. He would be aiming; he would bring down the b...AIIIIEEE!!! Fire erupted across the backs of her thighs just below her buttocks! They were some of the most painful, sensitive parts of her skin and this man had wasted no time in hurting them! A second blow lashed across the backs of her calves! Then he was forcing her left foot back, turning her ankle to expose...NOOOOO!!! Alexa bit down so hard on the rubber probe in her mouth she nearly severed it from the bridle. Her poor foot was bathed in agony! Marek dropped her ankle and twisted her right foot back. She couldn't bear to touch the ground with her thrashed left foot and swung her full weight on the pole, ramming the spiked probes completely up her ravaged vagina and rectum. She gasped as her collar pressed hard against the front of her neck. The lash of the belt across her right sole was too much. Her teeth severed the rubber probe in her mouth and she reflexively swallowed, helplessly blocking her airway! Alexa convulsed and thrashed in panic, trying to gasp in any air! She bucked and writhed in terror - choking! Ohh God, I'm CHOK...

Moments later, she felt a blade sliding between her cheek and the leather strap. Marek tore away the ruined bridle and forced open her jaws to pull the rubber plug out of the back of her throat. She coughed and retched painfully for several minutes, fighting down her panic and the urge to vomit. As she inhaled freely again and her heart stopped pounding so fiercely, she briefly forgot about the awful pain between her legs or the burning welts caused by the leather belt. "Th-thank y-you for saving my OOMPHHH!!!" The bridle had been replaced by a ball gag! Alexa had to endure several more minutes of the leather belt before she was mercifully lowered until her knees touched the ground.

Marek released her from all her fetters except for the straps around her waist and under her crotch, and the broad leather collar around her throat. He clipped a short lead to the rear of her collar and positioned her on hands and knees. Alexa felt so ashamed - he was treating her like a dog at an obedience class. "That is the end of lesson one, slave. Remember we can return to it at any time if I think you have forgotten what you were taught! Now, you will crawl to the showers. Keep your head DOWN and do NOT speak!"

The journey from the room where she had been cruelly disciplined to the large, communal bathroom took them down a long corridor with a single flight of steps at the end. Alexa found it very difficult going down steps on her hands and knees but didn't dare complain - she just wanted to get the horrible brushes out of her sore insides and hoped this would be allowed soon. There were other girls in the showers - naked like herself but standing and whispering in French and English about her. A brown-skinned girl contrived to 'accidentally' rub her thigh against Alexa's shoulder but was sharply rebuked and ordered to stand clear by Marek. Alexa was so glad of her touch.

"Stand up, slave, with feet apart and hands on your head - MOVE IT!" Marek unbuckled the tight strap that had squeezed her waist and pulled the loose end of the strap between her thighs downwards. Somehow, she managed not to cry out as both bristled probes were pulled out of her vagina and rectum - the pain was awful and she wept as silently as possible. "Get those dildoes clean NOW, slave. Use the soap - I want to see them spotless."

The soap dispenser smelled of disinfectant and she carefully cleaned off the horrible devices under the cascade of warm water before showing them to Marek. "Good girl - now clean yourself before mealtime. And I mean THOROUGHLY, slave - and not just the outside of your body!"

"Umm, I don't unders..."

"Your cunt and ass, girl - surely you were taught to do that in England?"

She looked down in dismay. "Y-yes, Marek but..."

"Yes SIR! Do not EVER show disrespect again - or we will start with lesson one again! Is that what you want, girl? IS IT?"

"N-no...sir. Please ohh please..." She burst into tears and hid her face.

His voice had softened. "Please what, Alexa - what is it you were going to ask me, slave? Speak honestly - I will not punish you on this occasion."

"P-please, umm, why...I mean why does everybody hate me?" Her voice sank to a whisper. "I c-can't h-help being l-like this. I know I'm not pretty or clever or s-sexy a-and I know you'll punish me for saying it but why, uhh, do I always have t-to be treated so h-harshly..."

He surprised her by actually stroking her head. "This is for your own survival, Alexa. My father...your master has very high standards and you will thank me in the future. I know very little about your history. There is more to tell, is there not?" He lifted her chin up. "Get cleaned up then we will talk while you are fed - despite what you think, I am not a monster, girl."

She felt the eyes of the other girls watching her intently but none dared approach while she knelt before Marek. "Another spoonful - open wide, slave." Alexa kept her hands by her sides as he had demanded and opened her mouth. She was the only girl being hand fed and she sensed the other slave girls were bothered by this - were they weren't envious? "Good girl - now, you have said little about home life. But you have a bad past, yes slave?" She lowered her eyes and nodded forlornly. "Listen to me, slave. That is finished - over. This is a new start. But I am puzzled. You are not stupid, you speak passable French, you learn quickly - so why did you go to the special school?"

He waited until she finished swallowing. "Umm, m-my social worker, err she said I was uhhm educationally s-subnormal, sir."

"Then it seems to me she was wrong, n'est pas?"

"Umm, oui sieur."

"D'accord." Marek paused to sniff the brown paste in the bowl and wrinkled his nose in disgust. "What does this stuff actually taste of?"

"I uhh I d-don't know, sir - I can't umm describe it sir but it uhhh it isn't too bad when you get used to it."

"Like slavery, then - do you think you will also get used to that and it won't be too bad, Alexa?" He was smiling as she considered how to reply.

"I will try very hard, sir." She paused, unsure if her next words would get her into trouble. "W-will you umm, will you help me sir? P-please?"

He sat looking down at her, not saying a word. Finally, he reached forward and slowly stroked her cheek. "I lived in your country you know - I was at your Sandhurst on an exchange commission for nearly two years. Then we had the break-up of my country and I had to return to a war zone. I remember there was a Croatian girl trained by your MI6, a very beautiful blonde - I do not know why I am telling you this. She was captured trying to assassinate Karadzic - she was very good, nearly succeeded. Nearly blew my own cover too…and I had to interrogate then execute her." He continued to stroke her head, ignoring the look of horrified alarm on her face and the silence that had descended on the whole room. "We raped and abused her, tortured her with shocks and heated pokers...then the questions started. Then we began again. She lasted nearly a week but by the time I had finished with her, she was not so beautiful and her death would be a blessing. She asked for my help too in the end and I did this by putting a rifle to the back of her head and shooting her on the floor of her cell - she could not even kneel anymore. You see, you remind me of her, even though you have no idea what I am talking about, do you? And now it is you asking for my help."

"Sir, Marek please sir, I'm sorry for asking. Please forgive..."

He placed his forefinger over her mouth. "Of course I will help you - I will not be gentle or make it easier for you. It will be HARDER for you now little Alexa because I will make you as perfect a slave as I can."

Alexa looked up at him. She knew he was waiting for her to respond. All the other slaves were listening too, weighing her up. "Th-thank you, Marek sir."

"No - I thank YOU slave, for believing in me." He laughed and tousled her hair. "Eat up - we've got much hard work to do!" He placed another spoonful of the slave rations in her mouth. Perhaps his father was not so foolish to take this little English girl as a personal slave after all...maybe she might just endure her training and be worth keeping for a while longer. And if his father tired of her, he could use the practice – Bosnia seemed such a distant memory and all those techniques he had learned from the British Army were getting rusty!