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Encounter With Destiny - Chapter 14
By slave ruthie
It took four days before the convoy of 4x4 vehicles could safely make it through the drifting snow. Marek was ready for their return. He had marshaled the guards and slaves with military efficiency to thoroughly clean the château until everything was spotless and gleaming. It had occupied everybody rather than letting them wait aimlessly until things returned to normal. Although the generators had plenty of fuel to last several weeks, NATO engineers had worked round the clock to re-connect power to what was officially listed as the highest security rated intelligence facility in the SHAPE network. Had they known the true nature of the château's operations, they would have been completely astounded.
The convoy was due any minute now. All the slaves had been put through their paces and ordered to look their very best. A roaring log fire cheered the entrance hall and the chandeliers were sparkling with restored light. Marek strode down the line of kneeling girls and paused to correct the posture of a pretty kitchen slave. The name on her ear tag said 'Dominique' but he knew she could barely pronounce it any more. The unfortunate girl was one of master Arnaud's less than successful attempts to 'docile' a slave by neuro-surgery. From a talented and vivacious aspiring actress, she had been left barely able to communicate or do anything other than simple, repetitive tasks. Perhaps she would have been more fortunate if master Arnaud had vivisected her after the lobotomy - although her suffering would have been more extreme, it would also have been mercifully brief. Marek wondered if it was for the best that master Arnaud was unable to continue his dubious 'research' but what would be done with his personal slave, Nadine? Rights should put her put down in the traditional manner, as her master was now a living vegetable. But she was a valuable slave and Gérard was obviously deeply attached to her. His father would know what to do.
"Now listen well - ÉCOUTEZ, esclaves! When master Stephen and our guests arrive, you will NOT move and you will NOT make a sound. I will personally deal with ANY girl who disobeys!" He frowned down at Alexa, still in heavy restraints and on her hands and knees - unlike every other slave in the room. "And YOU will remain close by me, little one." He unlocked the leash chain attached to the back of Alexa's broad leather posture collar from the ring on the wall and guided her towards the lobby. Unable to see due to the blindfold strap, she was totally dependent on his control. "Heel closer, slave. That's it - press against my leg." He had worked the girl hard, with a strict régime of exercise and harsh discipline. The little slave had passed every test with flying colors despite being repeatedly in tears due to sheer exhaustion. A lingering doubt remained about her extremely submissive nature. She still seemed too good to be true but he had run out of time to investigate matters further before his father's return. Despite his misgivings, Marek really could not fault the girl - he had deliberately kept Alexa with Véronique in his room at night, correctly assuming they would form a strong slave bond. He allowed himself a tiny smile as he recalled being disturbed from sleep by Véronique's helpless squeals of rapture as Alexa played enthusiastically with her sister-slave in the furs below his bed. A sharp word of warning had been enough to keep them quiet, except for his own reserved slave's sighs of frustration! For a novice, his father's new pet was evidently highly skilled when pleasuring another female. He briefly wondered what she might be like to fuck...but he would never dream of abusing his father's trust by penetrating his future personal slave. Instead, with his father's agreement, he had gotten Pierre and Horst to test Alexa's limits by making her satisfy the two men together. Alexa had successfully milked Horst's penis with her new-found vaginal muscle control while she sucked and swallowed every drop of Pierre's cum - not many slaves could co-ordinate both feats together!
There was still the mystery about her broken collar in the slave pen. She would be dead from asphyxiation now if it had been left around her neck but who...or WHAT had severed the thick strap and saved her from choking? The leather was too tough to be pulled apart and the broken ends weren't frayed or cleanly cut but crushed and pitted by extreme force. Surely a slave could never bite hard enough? There HAD to be rational explanations for this and the other recent strange events. Some of the house slaves were making foolish noises about the château being haunted - they had been swiftly disciplined before their hysterical nonsense had gotten out of control.
He looked at the security monitors. The first vehicle was pulling up at the front door. Marek's father was bringing the DNA results on the hair fibers he had taken from the Général's hand. It would have been cross-matched against tissue samples from every living slave in the Organization and should identify the girl seen by Véronique in the Général's suite. Marek intended to find that girl and interrogate her until she screamed the truth from her tortured body. Then she would be executed in front of the other slaves. Marek disliked wasting the life of any useful girl but sometimes it was necessary as a harsh example to the others. For some reason, he could not shake off the nagging suspicion that Alexa was involved but that was ridiculous - she couldn't have helped kill the général as she had been with Marek when it happened!
"Get that ass higher, little one. Back straight - knees further apart - good. Now STAY until I permit you to move from this spot." The vehicles had arrived. His father was talking to a small, dark-skinned man - it was the Organization's vice president! His father had not mentioned on the radio that master Imran would be coming.
"You've not met my son I think, your Excellency?" Stephen smiled as they shook hands. A slave trembled and whimpered at Marek's side at the familiar sound of her master's voice. "Well then, Alexa, stand up - let's have a look at you." Alexa immediately stood to attention and waited while Marek removed her blindfold. She blinked in the painfully bright light. "Hmm, anyone have a crop I can borrow?"
Alexa gasped and didn't dare move. But her master did not whip her. Instead, he pushed the end through the gap at the tops of her legs. "Feet together, slave." She felt the leather-covered thin whip sliding downwards, rubbing against her inner thighs. "Much better - I do believe you've filled out a little. Keep still." She was left to stand with the crop suspended between her thighs. "Yes, definitely much improved." The crop was withdrawn and tucked under her left breast. "Hold your breath, slave." She waited, uncertain what he was doing. The crop fell as soon as he let go of the handle. "Hmm - a bit fuller but we will need to keep feeding you up. What do you think, your Excellency? I'd value your opinion of this creature."
Alexa was acutely aware that all eyes were upon her. The small, impeccably dressed man slowly walked around her, opened her mouth to inspect her teeth, turned her head from side to side, fondled her breasts, then touched her clit with a finger. Alexa couldn't help squirming in response. "Not quite your usual type, Stephen - an interesting female. Tell me, young Marek, is she worthy to be my good friend's personal slave?"
Marek paused. The great hall was silent. Alexa held her breath. "Yes, your Excellency. Definitely, yes."
Alexa nearly stumbled with relief - she was good enough to be a personal slave! She wanted to run to master Stephen but she caught the warning look on Marek's face. She remained on the spot but it was hard, so hard.
"Have her taken to my quarters later, please. I will sponsor her in Arnaud's place." Even Alexa's master looked dumbfounded. Some of the other slaves whispered excitedly, forgetting Marek's dire warnings of severe punishments. The little runt - 'la Porcelette' - was being sponsored by the Organization's vice president! Master Imran glanced along the row of kneeling slaves. "Very nice, very nice indeed." He peered around the spotless hall. "The château is obviously very well run - everyone must have been working hard. You know, I think we could do with a little relaxation, Stephen. Perhaps we can have a party this evening? I am sure we can find something to celebrate." He ignored the squeals of excitement from the brain-injured kitchen slave at his feet, choosing instead to scratch her gently behind her ear.
Master Imran smiled at the two Oriental men who had arrived with the convoy. They were gaping in wide-eyed amazement at the row of naked, kneeling girls. "Minister Yao, you appear surprised by all of this - is anything wrong?"
The older of the two turned to his colleague to listen intently to the translation. After a brief exchange, the younger man stepped forward. "No, your Excellency - it is just we did not think you were so civilized in the West!" He pointed towards Alexa. "The minister wishes to know also if this one is for sale?"
Master Imran paused, looked across at a startled Alexa then at her future master. "Well Stephen, do you want to keep your little creature? I am sure we can find you a replacement."
Alexa began to panic in the long silence. She was horrified at the idea that instead of being master Stephen's own slave, she might be sold like an animal to the Chinese visitors! Why wasn't her master responding? Surely he didn't really intend to..."
Stephen's laughter echoed around the lobby. "Please thank Minister Yao for his most generous offer and for his compliment on my choice of slave!" He waited while the translator finished his explanation. Minister Yao beamed and nodded. "Alexa is definitely not for sale. However, there is a shipment of new stock arriving tonight from Estonia - perhaps he might find a girl worth bidding on at the auction."
"Very good - that is settled. Please make our honored guests comfortable. Minister Yao shall have the pick of the house slaves. Now I wish to see young Gérard in the library straight away, please. Join me as soon as you can, Stephen." Master Imran walked out, leaving turmoil behind.
"Well, is a slave going to greet her master?" Stephen held out his left hand. Alexa looked up at Marek. He nodded. With a throaty sob, half in delight and half in relief, Alexa rushed to kneel before her beloved master. Tears dripped onto his fingers as she gently kissed the gold ring with its distinctive _______ design. "So you missed me, Alexa? I hear you've been a very good girl for Marek. You have pleased your master, my pretty slave - well done!" She was looking up at him with sheer joy. He ruffled her hair. "Hmm - this is thickening nicely. Now go with Véronique - she can prepare you, if that's alright with you, Marek?" The courtesy was not lost on his son who knew that he had no slave rights over Véronique if a master required her. "Good. I will see you later then, Alexa. You may leave, slave."
Alexa curtseyed then turned to find an elated Véronique already by her side. The eye bandage was off and her new friend's bruised face was looking so much better. She grabbed hold of Alexa's hand while Marek removed the steel fetters from the little slave's wrists and ankles. "Come ON, Alexa - we must you gets, err 'gets you' ready!" Ready for what? Alexa let herself be dragged along the corridor towards the slave pens and hoped Véronique would please explain what was happening and why everybody was so excited!
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"You two slaves - STOP!" Marek grasped a handful of each house slaves' hair and yanked down hard. "Now...exactly WHAT is a 'porcelet' - did you think your whispers went unheard? And where exactly did you get the scratches on your cheek, Chloë?" He twisted their ponytails until they cried in fear and discomfort. "Have you been in a catfight with another slave? SPEAK, or will I need to EXTRACT the truth?"
He tried to hide his bitter disappointment as he forced the heavily restrained house slaves towards the punishment suite. Master Imran had obviously arrived to confer a mastership and it was clearly going to be on Gérard. One day he too would be made a master! He would just have to wait. He frowned in anger at the weeping girls and pushed the contacts of the cattle prod against Chloë's left buttock. She cried in pain at the jolt and trotted as fast as her close-linked ankle cuffs would allow. He would teach these girls the meaning of pain! The other slaves were too intimidated to speak against these bullies but the brain-damaged kitchen slave had blurted out how they had hurt Alexa in the slave pens. Marek was no fool - he knew that any captive group would form a rigid pecking order but it was also critical to manage and keep it under firm control. These girls had gone too far and had to learn a hard lesson! "Pierre?" The passing young guard who had been most helpful stopped supervising the decorations and came across. "Can you tell me something - what does the word 'porcelet' mean?"
Pierre grinned. "It is a 'piglet' - why do you ask?"
"No matter - thanks." He looked down in fury at the terrified house slaves and yanked their heads back by their hair. "How DARE you criticize the worth of another slave! You two have insulted a MASTER - my father - by ridiculing his choice...and you have insulted Alexa's trainer - you have insulted ME!" He forced them nearer the dreaded room. "Pierre, you had better help - I might go too far!"
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"Umm, where are we going please, Véronique?" Alexa followed her sister-slave along the dusty corridor and shivered - there was no heating down here and the fading light outside would soon plunge this disused part of the château into darkness. "P-please, Véronique - I'm scared!"
"Shhh - we are beneath the hall. A guard mights hear!” Véronique coaxed Alexa through a long, narrow passage then out a small door. They were in the old stables. "Zis is where it started - L'Organization all began here at the château. It was in the...uhh, you say 'seconde big war'? Alors, Les Américains et les Nazis met here secret-ely in the château to end this war quickly - I not knows why. Regardez, see on the wood down there?"
Alexa had to get down on her knees. In tiny, scratched writing she could just make out the words 'Sauvé moi - Thérèse - 1944.' "Umm, who was she? Who was Thérèse? Please, you're scaring me - why are you showing me these things?"
"She was the first of us. Thérèse was capture from a convent école by les Nazis. They use zis...uhh 'this' château for slave brothel of their officers. She carve her name here with her metal cuffs. Tout les autre girls were killed mais non Thérèse, she was save by an Americain - Captain Ridley. You see the portrait in the great hall - the soldier standing with the girl kneeling in chains? That is Thérèse." Véronique made Alexa look at her. "I show you these things so they not be forget. You must share one day with another new slave like this. Promise?"
Alexa was acutely aware she had been shown and told things that had been carefully passed in absolute secrecy from slave to slave for half a century. She looked up at Véronique's serious face. "Why now - please, why tell me now? What's going on?"
"You not knows? Oh ALEXA - you surely MUST knows! Tonight is your collaring and you will be personal slave to master Stephen!"
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Stephen firmly shook the new master's hand and grinned at the young man's delight. He recalled how shocked and unprepared he had been when he had been offered a Master's Ring during a WHO expedition to Malawi. A courier had arrived right in the middle of a meeting with government officials about immunization levels. He had hurried back to New York as soon as possible to attend the short, private ceremony.
Stephen chuckled as he remembered how eager he had been to find a slave to serve him. The first girl he saw had been a house slave carrying a tray along the corridor outside the Master's Library - Kim had been her name. The poor girl had to abandon the tray as she was hauled off to the nearest suite. Stephen knew exactly who Gérard had gone to find. Nadine was Arnaud's personal slave but one of the rare kindnesses that her sadistic master had even done was to confer slave rights to his medical assistant, Gérard.
"By rights, we should be executing Nadine as soon as possible." Stephen looked across the desk at master Imran.
"Her master is not dead, my friend."
"As good as - Gérard says that Arnaud seems to have lost all muscle control. The man seems to be aware but he can't communicate." There was something very fitting about what had happened to his unpleasant colleague but Stephen decided to keep this thought to himself.
Master Imran shrugged. "No great loss - I never liked the man and his so-called 'research' yielded poor results and has consumed many perfectly useful slaves." He took another sip of tea. "Besides, the girl is a trained nurse. She is too useful to waste. As long as they can keep Arnaud alive, she too may live. Do you agree, my friend?"
"Completely."
"Good, then that is settled. Please arrange for the destruction of all Arnaud's papers and equipment - we will not be pursuing his wasteful experiments again. Now, tell me about this new slave of yours. She is most interesting."
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Marek pinched the top of the howling slave's labia while he drove the needle electrode up into her clitoris. "Oh keep STILL, bitch - you'll suffer more if I have to take it out and push it back in again." He slid the last quarter inch into her trembling member then attached the final cable to the metal end. "So - we'll start with random jolts of varying intensity. Pierre, have you hooked up Madeline?'' The other guard nodded. "Well, since they shared the crime, they can share the punishment. I'm going to synchronize the pain inductors...NOW!"
Both girls shrieked in unison as they were thrown back into the heavy punishment chairs by the simultaneous shocks coursing through their tongues, nipples, and vulvas. Madeline, the redheaded house slave, wet herself immediately. Chloë wasn't far behind. As soon as the shock ended, both girls slumped forwards but were held in place by the broad leather restraints that pinned them firmly in position. Before they had a chance to even whimper, the next jolt coursed through their sensitive flesh at an even greater intensity than before. Marek looked at his watch. "Can you keep an eye on this pair? I'll be half an hour." Pierre nodded, picked up a cattle prod, and pressed the pointed contacts against the sole of Chloë's right foot. "Hey, watch yourself, Pierre – these chairs are live and we don't want you getting a nasty shock too!"
*****
"You will have to decide between two freedoms, my dear." Alexa stared up in puzzlement at master Imran. "I will ask you to choose between the freedom of death or the freedom of slavery." He held up a coil of twisted black silken rope. "If you choose death, I will throttle you immediately. It has been a long time since I have had to do that but I can assure you it will be quick - I pride myself that I have some skill with the rope!" He patted her absently on her head, ignoring her fearful expression.
''On the other cushion will be your new master's collar. I understand you have a very high rating for submissive tendencies. It is nothing to be ashamed about, rather it is highly prized, my dear little slave. If you choose master Stephen's collar, you will be free to live as you truly are - a treasured love-slave at your master's feet. Would you like that, Alexa?"
She looked directly up into the small, dark-skinned master's dangerous, smiling eyes. "Ohh master Imran, I would like that so very much! Umm, if my m-ma...I mean if master Stephen thinks I'm good enough t-to be his property, then I'm the luckiest slave alive." Oh no - he wasn't smiling any more. She'd said something wrong - he was annoyed - she must have...
"I have been a master for over forty years and I truly believed I had seen and heard everything a slave could say or do." He raised up her chin with his hand. "You submissives still amaze and fascinate me. I think you will make Stephen one of the luckiest masters alive, little one.'' He grinned at her. "Do not let us or yourself down. There remains the small matter of your price."
"Umm, my p-price?"
"Did master Arnaud not settle this? Ahh I can see he did not. Well, is there anyone that you would like to benefit from your collaring fee?"
Alexa never hesitated - she knew immediately what to say. "Umm master Imran sir? W-would it be all right if it went to a homeless shelter in London? They were closing down because they were running out of money and," she nervously continued, "there was a poor old lady I used to see before I w-was taken. Y-you see, she - I m-mean..."
Master Imran smiled and placed one finger over her mouth. "I will arrange everything with your new master. Now go - there are matters I must attend to before the ceremony. Keep out of trouble and enjoy your last few hours of relative freedom." He held out his hand for her to kiss his master's ring and privately wished Carol-Ann was there - his slave would have enjoyed the forthcoming ceremony very much indeed.
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He knocked and waited until his father invited him into the masters' library. "Ah Marek. Thanks for running things so smoothly here...and for looking after my little Alexa.''
Marek smiled tightly, not wanting to show his feelings about being passed over for mastership yet again. "It was a pleasure to help. You have the DNA results, father?"
"For what they are worth, yes. The lab staff were not pleased that we wasted their time.” Stephen handed over the report and the small braid of black hair interwoven with red and gold threads. "It is apparently not human but from a member of the cat family - possibly a panther." He looked at the crestfallen expression on his son's face. "So that's it, then. It seems your investigation has drawn a blank. Oh there was something else though. Those threads aren't just gold but the purest, finest gold the analysts have ever seen from outside of a laboratory. Most odd, don't you think? I wonder how on earth the Général got his hands on it."
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