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ENCOUNTER WITH DESTINY - PART 12
By slave ruthie
How long was she supposed to kneel like this? At least the conservatory was warm, damp and smelled quite nice. And the music being played was sort of pleasant but very old fashioned and strangely religious - as though she was kneeling within a peculiar blend of church and jungle. The tall, white haired man continued to ignore her as he carefully misted and tended some long, almost straggly leaves that trailed down from a mossy tree stump. Master Arnaud hadn't even looked at her since she was brought in by the guard, unfettered, and ordered to adopt the 'display and attend' position. No, master Arnaud had curtly thanked the young guard and had continued to look after the odd-looking plants. The gravel floor was hurting her toes and knees but she kept position with her wrists crossed behind her back and thighs wide open. Alexa felt very vulnerable without any fetters, except for the red leather collar of a novice slave - it was so strange to find comfort in being restrained but when there was nothing to stop her from moving freely it actually made her feel agitated and uneasy. The sensation disturbed her enough to make her repeatedly grip her own wrists so hard that they hurt.
The ethereal music trailed away into a silence only broken by the drips of warm water falling from the foliage around the vast, glazed room. "It is perhaps not the prettiest or popular of orchids but certainly one of the rarest and most valuable." Master Arnaud's deep voice seemed to thunder in the silence. "So valuable indeed, it is beyond price." He swiftly turned and looked down at her, making her cower under his piercing stare. "And what about YOU, pétite Alexa - how much are YOU worth, hmm eh?"
What was she supposed to say? Alexa couldn't think how to respond - she'd never really considered herself as having ANY value to anybody until her abductors had mentioned it. The mere idea of being anything other than a worthless, unwanted, ugly and stupid girl was profoundly gratifying...but to put a figure on her own value? No, Alexa pondered, it wasn't up to her - she felt that she didn't have the right. "Uhh...umm, sieur, je ne sais p..."
"In English, slave - your accent is so appalling it insults the French language...and my ears."
"S-Sir, I d-don't know m-my umm v-value...please."
Master Arnaud seemed quite satisfied by her timid uncertainty. "While you are under my temporary ownership I shall decide what fee your future master has to pay the Organization for collaring you, Alexa. Some of the newer members might dismiss this as irrelevant but Stephen and I happen to take our traditions VERY seriously. You see, mastership is privilege with both rights AND duties - any brute can hold a female captive and force her to do his will out of fear alone. But a TRUE master - or mistress - has a greater power." Arnaud chose to ignore the girl's startled expression - she evidently hadn't realized there were also women members of the Organization. (Although few in numbers, the mistresses were renowned and feared for their uncompromising harshness and skillful cruelty.) "No, he or she commands by power AND respect...and in some rare cases by love." He knelt down and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him. "I believe you already love him a little, don't you, hmm eh? Come along, slave - answer my question. Tell me what you truly feel for my good friend, Stephen."
"Umm, please s-sir, I l-love m-master Stephen so very much I-I d-don't th-think I c-could live without him...” The tears rolling down her cheeks were more than enough to finish her faltering reply.
Arnaud looked down at the distressed young girl. He knew all about lies and liars - his whole career as a forensic psychiatrist had revolved around his uncanny skill at separating fact from fiction. But this slave, this small, unremarkable and relatively plain girl was not merely filled with submissive desires - no, she evidently ACHED for Stephen. He wiped the moisture from her cheek and held his fingers to her lips. "Lick my hand, little slave...savor the taste of your feelings for your future master."
Alexa trembled and darted her tongue out. Her own salty tears made her sob out loud - not with sadness or despair but with a raw, overwhelming love for her master. Her hair was briefly ruffled as master Arnaud walked away to resume the careful misting of his precious orchid collection. She didn't dare move. "Alors...we discover you have great feelings for my friend. It is good, yet it is NOT enough - will you be obedient and devoted at ALL times and in ALL the ways required of a personal slave, hmm eh?" He continued to tend to the long leaves as the silence grew.
"Nothing to say? Will you earn a master's collar or end your short life with me tightening the noose around your neck, hmm eh? Or perhaps I will have to 'docile' you. Some masters prefer that now, you know - a mental age of about nine or ten is considered more than adequate for a female pleasure slave." He was watching her, she realized, watching and assessing her reactions. "But I will need to be careful with you, hmm eh? You are obviously of limited intelligence and if I cauterize too much of your cortical tissue you might become a complete imbecile, n'est pas?"
He had a horrible laugh, Alexa thought. He seemed to think it was funny to ridicule her but she was used to being put down as slow-witted - it had happened all her life.
"Hmm, peut-être the slow-release hormone implants in your upper arm should be enough without the need for extensive and potentially wasteful neuro-surgery!" He smiled down at her. "You really have no idea what I'm talking about, n'est pas?" (What on EARTH had possessed Stephen to bring this ugly, useless creature back from England? He had vivisected FAR better specimens harvested from the Romanian orphanages - such a pity his dear friend Ceausescu had been deposed...)
Alexa tried to understand his sinister words but even if they didn't make a lot of sense their effect was still chilling and dangerous. Surely he didn't really operate on the girls' brains? Ohh no! Her shaking became a shudder of revulsion - this man was actually serious! It all made horrible sense now. The poor girl she had seen in the canteen who was being helped to eat by another slave - she had a livid, red scar on the side of her temple where her fair hair had been shaved away! Alexa remembered how the girl had whimpered as another slave tenderly helped her control the spoon. The injured girl's vacant, expressionless face had made her seem more animal than human...and now she knew why! This master was thinking about doing the same thing to her!
Alexa looked up in horror as master Arnaud blithely continued. "There is always a place in our organization for a totally compliant female. Not very stimulating when it comes to intelligent conversation but quite amusing in so many other ways." He put down the sprayer. "I consider it a privilege to continue with Mengele's pioneering research. After all, it is such a waste to discard stubborn or strong-willed girls who resist conditioning. They would all be put down without my merciful life-saving surgery. I believe it is a kindness to ease their mental suffering... ahh, here they are!"
Alexa turned her head to watch another man leading a stumbling, crying girl towards them. The man was in his late 20's or early 30's. He was gently holding the leash chain attached to the limping, weeping slave and his face looked deeply troubled. Alexa recognized the girl - it was Nadine, the slave who had comforted the injured Véronique and had kissed Alexa in the corridor.
"You applied the whip as I wished? You concentrated between the slave's thighs?" Master Arnaud scrutinized the angry, red lines covering Nadine's shaking body then motioned for her to open her legs wider. "Good - the skin is not broken." He crouched and pressed a gloved hand upwards, exploring Nadine's cunt with a complete lack of sensitivity. She cried out in pain, making Alexa whimper in fear and sympathy. "And did the bitch climax under the whip?"
The younger man cleared his throat and briefly glanced down at Alexa. "Oui monsieur, she eventually came but is it really necessary to punish her so severely?"
Master Arnaud cut him off. "How many times must I remind you, Gérard - you will never become a master until you learn to discipline a slave without sentimentality. Nadine is used to harsh control, aren't you, my dear?" He lowered his voice as he turned away but Alexa could hear his chilling murmur. "So much indeed that she has nearly outlived her usefulness to my research."
He was going to operate soon on Nadine! Alexa was SURE that was what master Arnaud meant - he was a horrible, cruel and callous master. Alexa felt so angry, helpless and terrified. What should she do? What COULD she do? And all the time her mind reeled in turmoil of fright, rage and impotence she felt the steady, appraising gaze of Nadine's awful owner upon her. She awkwardly glanced up and saw his narrowed eyes above a sardonic smile - was he toying with her? Why was he deliberately telling her these horrible things...ohh it was all so confusing.
"Well and so, Nadine. Did the whipping cause a multiple climax or a single orgasm, hmm eh?" Master Arnaud didn't even look at the girl but attended to his precious orchids, making Alexa seethe in greater, suppressed anger.
"N-non, m-mon m-mâitre je ne..."
"En anglais, Nadine, pour votre sœur-esclave."
"Ohh, pardon...sorry, master. I uhh I did not uhh orgasme much, merci...sorry, thank you." Tears were streaming down Nadine's face. Alexa couldn't bear it and shifted slightly in the girl's direction until the tips of her fingers brushed against the reddened skin of Nadine's thigh. She could feel the girl tremble and lean slightly towards her comforting touch.
"Hmm, I think you are getting too used to the lash, slave. Did Gérard use the crop between your labia?" The girl lowered her head, covered her face with her hands and sobbed. Arnaud turned to the younger man. "And did she hold her lips open for you to strike her as I ordered?" Gérard nodded then glanced away. Alexa couldn't help noticing the look of disgust on the young man's face.
"Good slave, good girl. And is it very painful Nadine? Are you in a lot of pain, hmm eh?" Master Arnaud patted her head. "So you may go. Take Alexa here to care for you." He looked down at Alexa. "You do know how to comfort a sister-slave, hmm eh?" He didn't even wait for her response. "Gérard, see they are caged together - I have no need of Nadine...for tonight."
*****
Alexa held tightly to Nadine as they followed the man called Gérard through the winding corridors underneath the chateau. But instead of leading them to the slave cages, Gérard abruptly stopped at the foot of a staircase. He sighed, straightened himself and murmured "You, pétite Alexa - you will go with Nadine and get something to eat in the kitchens. Then you will both go to a suite in the old stables and stay there until the morning. Use Salon Rouge - it is not required until next week." Despite Gérard's grim face, his voice was soft, making Alexa realize he wasn't angry towards them. "Do not make a mess and leave the room tidy but..." he reached out to gently stroke Nadine's hair, "...you are allowed to play nicely with each other, okay?" He removed a silver chain from his pocket. "Stand straight, pétite Alexa." She did but was puzzled as he measured out the distance from her collar to the front of her crotch. Gérard frowned, looked at Nadine, and then increased the length of the chain between his hands by several links before locking the girls' collars together. "That should be long enough for you to reach each other" he chuckled.
Nadine smiled, lowered her eyes and whispered "Merci bien, Gérard Sieur."
"Return here at 0800 hours and KEEP OUT OF TROUBLE." He grinned and ruffled Alexa's hair, making her blush and grin up at him. Then he left them alone.
Nadine turned towards her, caught Alexa's uncertain expression, gently took her hand and kissed her.
*****
Master Arnaud heard the soft click of the conservatory door lock then turned to confront the intruder. His eyebrows rose in amused surprise - he had not expected his attacker to be so beautiful.
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Alexa kept glancing up at the incredibly statuesque girl who held her hand. She was lost for words, intimidated by Nadine's beauty...and height! Why on earth had master Stephen even bothered to notice her when this Organization he belonged to owned girls like Nadine? The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt - all the other girls she had seen since her abduction were so pretty and taller. But how could she question her future master's choice - that would be disrespectful and merit further harsh punishment!
"What are you thinking, ma chère?" Nadine smiled and squeezed Alexa's hand as she led the smaller girl towards the kitchens. What a lovely slave this little English girl would be - not a classical beauty by any standards but there was something so appealing about her trusting expression and shy manner. Nadine had observed how master Stephen behaved when holding Alexa's leash - they had been in the reception area of the Great Hall - he stood taller, smiled a lot and kept looking down at his future property, as though he would never tire of simply watching her. And master Stephen somehow looked younger and less care-worn. As for Alexa, well it was so obvious that she adored her master-to-be by the way she kept the chain from her collar slack despite its shortness and pressed against master Stephen's leg for reassurance.
"Umm, I...uhh, I keep thinking I'm going to wake up - wake up alone in my little bed in London, and th-this will all have b-been just a-a d-dream." Tears had begun to trickle down Alexa's face as she faltered then whispered, "b-but I DON'T w-want it to stop - I...umm, I want this to b-be REAL!"
Nadine pulled Alexa into her arms and kissed her full on her up-raised mouth. "Tell me, you dear sweet girl - is...mmmmm...is THIS real enough for you?"
*****
"Who do you belong to, slave?" Arnaud backed away as the lithe, powerfully built female circled ever closer. Willing himself to remain calm, he ventured, "I do not recognize your brand or collar - who is your master, girl?"
The dusky-skinned beauty came nearer and Arnaud realized she had maneuvered him away from the door and the nearest intercom. He only hoped that somebody in Security had followed his instructions to keep him under observation at all times. "Ohh you do NOT want to know the name of the One I serve!"
Arnaud fought against rising panic. The girl was getting even closer - her slave anklets tinkling as she moved into a distinctly predatory posture! "W-who ARE you, girl?" With a snarl, she wrenched the metal benches supporting his precious orchid collection free from the floor bolts to send the whole structure crashing down. She was close enough to touch him. The writing on her collar seemed to glow and writhe as though the words were dancing! This was impossible! His voice faltered as Arnaud's confidence evaporated. "W-what ARE y-you?" he managed to whisper before she pounced.
"Your judge." The impossibly powerful girl straddled his chest, pinning him down on the earth-strewn conservatory floor. Her eyes looked strangely cat-like and seemed to pierce him through as she crouched lower, lower, before parting her bright red lips to...kiss him...
*****
"Umm, Nadine?" Alexa copied her lovely companion and knelt in the doorway of the main kitchens. "Are you sure this is allowed?"
"Shh! He's coming over!" Nadine squeezed Alexa's hand and opened her mouth like a baby bird in the nest.
"Aww BLEEDIN' HELL, girl! Not ANOTHER bleedin' mouth to feed?" Alexa tried to suppress a giggle as she stared down at the white shoes in front of her. She felt her hair being tugged upwards but not in a painful way. She raised her eyes up the checkered outfit of the man. His grin was infectious. "Huh - not much meat on this one, Nadine!" Minutes later, Alexa was licking out a bowl while her sister-slave watched. The chef had put a chocolate truffle into Nadine's eager mouth, promising one for her little friend but only if her bowl of slave rations was completely finished. "Aww fer chrissakes - you don't want to go eating the stainless steel too, girl!" Alexa immediately lifted her head from the dish on the floor to apologize but a wonderful mouth-watering chocolate silenced her first word!
*****
Arnaud flinched as the girl tore open his shirt from the neck down. "What is the matter, 'master', am I not good enough for you?" She sneered and ripped apart the front of his slacks. "Am I not desirable? Or am I fit only to hurt, maim and RUIN?"
"Please...I d-don't have sex with the sla... AAAHHH!!!" By merely stroked the tip of his penis with the manicured end of her index finger, he became painfully rock-hard! The girl was straddling him, settling herself down on him, RAPING him!
"I will NOT allow you to destroy any more of my daughters," she hissed, "and definitely NOT my dear child Alexa!"
"D-daughters? But...h-how o-old ARE you?" Arnaud gritted his teeth in pre-orgasmic agony as the 'girl' ground herself against his hips and increased the dreadful pressure on his distended member.
She smiled, no she PURRED with pleasure. "I had forgotten how this felt." She stroked his trembling chest. "It is better than I remember, nearly as good as avenging innocents! How DARE you mortals call ME a monster when you harbor filth like that vile male in your precious 'organization'?"
"Th-the général...'m-mortals'? You...you are not human! Mon DIEU..."
Her harsh laughter interrupted his exclamation. "YOU have no claim on ANY god or goddess, you FOOL." At that moment, his attacker arched her back and howled as she came, making Arnaud shriek in agony as the pressure on his distended member became even more agonizing.
*****
"Wow! He was really kind, Nadine. Umm, he's from London too, isn't he?"
Nadine shrugged and grabbed Alexa's hand, urging her along the corridor to the spare salon. "It is surprising, n'est pas, that an Angleterre can possibly be a mâitre-chéf."
Alexa swiftly turned her head and looked up; ready to defend the man then noticed Nadine's amused expression. "Ohh - you're teasing me!"
"Mais oui, ma chère sœur-esclave - please, let us hurry...I want you and me to be close NOW...” It was at that moment that the corridor lights flickered then dimmed. Both girls shivered then the strange feeling passed. "Do not fear, Alexa - is only the uhh how you say...'générateur'? Alors, l'éléctricité - the power must be cut by the storm." Her little companion stared through the nearby window into the courtyard and watched eddies of thick snowflakes swirling in the beams of the emergency lights. "Brrr - let us get to our cozy bed - come ON, ohh please! I, uhh, I want you so bad, girl!"
*****
There was nothing Arnaud could do - the 'slave' was pinning him down with her body and with one hand on his throat. "A-are you here to kill me?" His penis and balls felt as though they were burning!
"Kill you? Where is the punishment in that, 'master'?" The stunningly beautiful dusky-skinned creature let her long plait trail across his chest, exposing the same copper-gold thread they had found in the dismembered général's blood-spattered suite. "Ohh no, you will live my sweet 'master' - if it is what you can call 'alive' - I will merely take away your power. Hear the judgment of KALI!" With that, she forced his head to one side and whispered something in his ear...the effect was immediate.
*****
"Ohhh Alexa, OUI - lick right UUUHHHH!!!!...there!"
*****
The guards discovered him several hours later. Unable to move or speak, Arnaud blinked his eyes in frustration as he was lifted onto a gurney and taken to his own infirmary. The blanket over his naked, soiled body still showed the after-effects of Kali's retribution - his partial erection would be her cruel reminder of his former life before the devastating but not life-threatening stroke robbed him of all independence or communication. She had trapped him inside his own useless body!
*****
Lying cradled in the sleeping Nadine's arms, Alexa stared at the canopy over the large bed and tried to stop shaking in fear. She'd had another of those terribly vivid dreams - just like the recurring dream of kneeling on the floor in the limo, naked, fettered and collared for the first time. She could even smell the leather upholstery and feel the carpet under her body! That wonderful dream had eventually come true and this frightening nightmare had been just as realistic...
...She was being half-dragged along a harshly lit corridor between two American female prison officers who were gripping her upper arms so tightly they hurt. What was the point - she couldn't exactly run away while her ankles were secured together by cuffs on a short chain. They did things so strangely in the prison dream too, fastening her wrists in front rather than behind and locking the thin cuffs to a chain about her hips...and she was even in clothing too, but the loose orange overall's sleeves legs were so long they reached past her hands and feet. And the thing that really terrified her was her collar was missing!
"C'mon, killer bitch - get a MOVE on!" The darker one on her left dug her fingernails into Alexa's arm so hard that she thought it would bleed. "Yer gonna be a FEDERAL prisoner shortly...an' we don't keep no Federal guards waitin' - it ain't polite!" She whispered in Alexa's ear. "Too bad this State's got no electric chair no more for filthy SCUM like you - stoopid bleedin' hearted do-gooders gettin' in the way of PROPER justice again."
The other guard shook her arm too and snarled. "Hey bitch, I've gotten ALL of ______'s albums, yanno - been to see her at Madison Gardens TWICE, even gotten her to autograph my goddam bowlin' shirt...then YOU go an' blow her an' all those other innocent fuckers away in that fancy club - why d'ya do it, silent-bitch? Whoever the hell ya are, yer gonna end up STRAPPED to a gurney in Terrehaute an' gettin' shot up with enough SHIT to kill the whole of Manhattan!" She paused and chuckled harshly. "D'ya know the best bit, mystery killer-bitch? Angie here an' me's gonna be cheerin' while ya slowly die in AGONY." The larger of t he two uniformed women grinned and muttered in agreement. "D'ya think ah'm bullshitting, lil' miss 'Jane Doe'? Ya can stay silent for all ya goddam like but my cousin, Mary-Lou works on tie-down in Florida an' SHE says the 'row guards make real sure there ain't no Pentothal in them needles...only plain tap water. So ya gonna get paralyzed by that Pavulon dope with NO pain relief an' THEN they water down the Potassium Chloride shit so it don't work too fast while it fucks up ya body - ya can't scream, ya can't move, ya can't breathe...reckon it's like suffocatin' REAL slow!"
As they dragged her through yet another set of unlocked barred doors, Alexa shook her head in abject despair. "Look, silent-bitch, ya can't deny it - ya were seen LIVE on NBC emptying that gun into the goddam BODIES for chrissakes!"...
...then she had woken, drenched with perspiration and shaking in terror. What was going to happen - who was she going to KILL???
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