Encounter With Destiny - Organization Series 5

ENCOUNTER WITH DESTINY - Chapter 15

by slave ruthie

Nobody paid her any attention. Alexa hovered uncertainly in the château's front lobby but she was given no work to do. Other slaves and even the guards simply ignored her and carried on with their preparations for the evening's events. When she tried to peep inside the great hall, she was firmly shooed away. Alexa had managed to see they were assembling some kind of stage and several large, strange items of furniture or equipment were wheeled in past while she sat hunched on the bottom of the wide staircase. Although Alexa wasn't frightened, she did feel excited...and frustrated that there was nothing for her to do. Véronique had made sure she was thoroughly cleaned - both outside AND in - and her hair had been brushed until it shone. Then even Véronique had sent her away because she was 'too busy'. "Go and play, ma pétite sœur-ésclave!" But there was nothing to do and Alexa was BORED!

Eventually, she found her way down to the kitchens. It was a hive of frenzied activity with the máitre-chéf complaining to anyone who would listen (which appeared to be nobody) that there was too little notice, insufficient supplies, and not enough staff...but he was walking around with a broad smile on his mustached face. He spotted her standing by the door. Alexa expected to be chased away but he beckoned her closer. 'VOUS! Aidez l'esclave Dominique maintenant - ALLEZ VÎTE!"

Before she could explain, máitre-chéf Lescoix dragged her by her arm over to an incredibly beautiful girl who was clumsily struggling to decorate a platter with a piping set. The poor girl was obviously doing the best she could but she had little co-ordination and was quietly crying in frustration. Alexa knew immediately that this slave, Dominique, must have had some kind of learning difficulty or brain damage.

Alexa recognized the signs because she herself had been placed in Special Needs Education after she was taken into care as a small child. There had been nothing wrong with her abilities but she had been so withdrawn and traumatized by years of sickening abuse, she could barely speak or even play at first with the other disabled children.

Very gently, Alexa took Dominique's trembling hands and helped her steady the nozzle. Dominique was soon laughing with joy as they created tiny waves of puréed potato together along the edge of the platter. She helped the girl with other chores around the kitchen too, while the beaming máitre-chéf watched them with increasing approval. Dominique kept on staring at Alexa and touching her. Whenever Alexa smiled back, the blonde's face lit up with innocent delight.

*****

Marek watched their hands and feet twisting in agony for several minutes then nodded to Pierre. Both men took position behind the punishment chairs and began to pull the garrote levers down. Marek leaned forward and whispered into Chloë's ear while she gurgled and strained against the unyielding straps. "Don't get any ideas into your little head about blaming Alexa - you're being punished for interfering with a master's personal property and for being disrespectful." He slackened the lever a little to allow the slave a chance to gasp in some air but immediately re-applied the pressure around her throat. ''You two girls have been annoying me for some time with your insolent attitudes and the way you mistreat the kitchen slaves." He allowed Chloë to draw another breath then squeezed the garrote tight again. ''We can keep this going for hours, bitch. I could easily set the garrote to automatic and it will monitor your life signs to make sure you won't lose consciousness or die too quickly. Would you like that, slave-bitch? WOULD YOU?''

Chloë managed a faint gurgle and twisted her head slightly before a more powerful voltage burned inside her mouth, breasts, and cunt. Madeline also went rigid with the extreme pain. "Are you going to be good girls from now on?" Marek walked over to the control panel. "Because if you put ONE step out of line again, you'll be back in these chairs again being publicly tortured until we get bored keeping you alive!" He rotated two dials together. Chloë and Madeline screamed in sheer terror as they bucked and thrashed wildly against their unyielding restraints. "Feel that heat inside your cunts and asses? Those probes are on the LOWEST settings. Just imagine what its like when they get REALLY hot!" He turned off the console and began to remove the needle electrode from Chloë's right nipple. ''Pierre, could you get these two bitches cleaned up then bring them down to the store room?" He yanked the sobbing girls' heads up by their hair. "I'm going to give you sorry cunts a last chance to redeem yourselves and prove it's worth sparing your miserable asses. Depending how you behave, I will decide which of you lives and which of you dies. But if you fuck up, you'll BOTH be executed tonight - DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

''O-oui, M-marek s-sieur!" Both girls nodded in desperation then crawled unsteadily behind Pierre towards the showers.

*****

"What the hell do you mean you can't find her?" Stephen fumed at the apologetic guard. "What do you think she is - a goddam BRIDE late for her WEDDING?" Matters were not helped when Imran made an unfortunate comment about it being the first Collaring he'd ever heard of where a master had been 'stood up at the brazier by his own slave'! "Dammit - where's Marek? Oh never mind - I'll find him myself!"

Master Imran winked at the shame-faced young guard. "A bad case of pre-collaring nerves," he muttered before retreating to the sanctuary of the masters' library.

*****

"You...” Marek took hold of Alexa's ear and hauled her out of the kitchen, ''...have an uncanny knack for causing trouble even when you haven't done anything wrong.'' He paused to unlock her red posture collar and remove it. Alexa suddenly felt very naked and strangely isolated. He noted her reactions and how she nervously touched her bare neck with both hands. "Look - it isn't for long and then you can be a proper slave with a real collar, okay?"

Alexa didn't expect to hear kindness and she specially didn't expect to be spoken to almost as Marek's equal. It slowly dawned on her that she was now neither a novice nor a collared slave but somehow 'in between'. It would be over soon and she would again be treated as property with absolutely no rights...unless she chose the black silken cord. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if Marek would let her leave the château and return to her old, lonely life in England if she asked him. The thought repelled her - ohh she desperately missed her young cousins, Nikki and Julie, and her dear aunt Faye too but there was no way she could even THINK of a life without her master. "Go and see Véronique down at the store room - she can help you choose something to wear for the ceremony."

"To, umm, wear? But..."

"Look, Alexa. It's a kind of tradition - no idea why. Just do it for me, okay? And please be as quick as you can - I don't think my father can stand waiting for much longer!"

Véronique was waiting for her at the door of a room filled with rack upon rack of all sorts of kinky outfits, fetish gear, and other strange accessories. "What are you going to wear for your master? There is not much times - what about a sexy leather thong? Or maybe zis sheer playsuit?"

Alexa was still a little confused. "Umm, can I just wear a dress or something simple?'' But Véronique would have none of it. Alexa stared helplessly down the rows of exotic garments in despair until she saw exactly the right outfit. Véronique frowned in dismay at Alexa's lack of imagination. "It will just haves to do. Now we MUST goes - you CAN'T be late!"

When they entered the great hall, Alexa began to feel very nervous. The room was far from silent. She walked past the sea of staring faces, ignoring the slaves' whispered comments on her chosen garment and knelt as she had been instructed earlier by master Imran. Véronique was kneeling just behind to her left. Alexa looked up at her future master. He was struggling to contain a broad grin and was evidently delighted by her attire - that had been the whole idea and it had worked!

Master Imran spoke slowly and clearly. "Alexa, do you understand why you are here?" She nodded, too afraid to speak. "You see before you two objects. You must choose only one. If you take the rope, you will be strangled immediately. If you select the collar, you must submit completely to master Stephen. He will be your absolute owner, controlling every aspect of your life and the manner of your death. You will be his personal property and you will cease to exist as an independent, free person. Alexa, do you understand?"

She tried not to shake too much. "Y-yes, m-master."

"Well then...CHOOSE!"

Alexa's hands trembled as she reached for the rough, plain metal collar on the purple cushion. It looked crude and heavy compared to the collars worn by the other girls. But it didn't matter - she would love it as much as the finest of jewelry because it meant she would finally belong to her master. She would belong somewhere...and to someone at last.

"Very good. Strip and prepare yourself to submit." Alexa stood and reached up to her neck then carefully opened the long zip at the front of her shiny, red catsuit. As she peeled the clingy fabric down he body, it revealed her only other adornment -a slim, gold chain that linked between her nipple rings then snaked down her belly to her pierced clit. Alexa shyly glanced at Master Stephen to see him grinning from ear to ear. When he gave her a knowing wink, she smiled and blushed with pleasure. "Now stand facing the witnesses while you are collared, slave." Alexa felt her master lift up her hair. She waited for the heavy steel band to be fastened around her neck.

Why was he taking so long? Had he changed his mind? A sudden crash startled her. She moaned in despair as the steel collar slid across the marble floor...

...But he had not let go of her hair. Alexa felt the hard ends of a collar rubbing against her throat as her neck was encircled. Some of the onlooking slaves gasped and pointed. She would never forget the sound of the click behind her head when the two ends met.

She had been collared.

"Turn around and kneel, my little slave." Her master's deep voice betrayed a slight hint of emotion. She obeyed and looked up into the handsome, smiling face of her beloved master. Tears of relief and joy streamed uncontrollably down her face as she reverently kiss the master's ring on his hand. The great hall erupted with thunderous applause, cheers from the guards, and the weeping of several slaves who were overcome with emotion. "Now kiss the whip, MY slave." Alexa trembled as she pressed her lips to the leather-bound slave crop, knowing that it would be readily used on her body as her master saw fit.

The rest of the ceremony was seared into her memory as much as the white-hot brand was seared into the skin above her cleft. She had willingly lain down on the rack and held out her arms and legs to be strapped and stretched apart. Véronique had mercifully held the rubber bit between Alexa's teeth while her new master applied the iron to her flesh. Strangely, the burning sensation wasn't as dreadful or as long as she had feared. The soothing, cool salve afterward melted away the pain.

Alexa put her hand up to feel her collar. It was warm to touch, slender, and seemed to have a pattern engraved around its circumference. There was a single ring at the joint but no padlock - if there was a keyhole, Alexa couldn't detect it. "Ma chère sœur-esclave - your collar! You are so fortunate!" Véronique curtseyed to Alexa's master and begged permission to let his slave look into the large mirror above the great hall's huge fireplace. She cheekily plucked an orchid flower from a nearby display and tucked behind Alexa's ear before leading her little sister-slave across the floor by her hand.

Alexa gaped open-mouthed up at her reflection. Her collar was pure GOLD! It was embellished with a finely engraved Celtic interwoven design - her collar was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen!

Master Imran's voice drew their attention back to the stage. The two friends, Alexa and Véronique, listened closely to the small man's words. "...And so we have decided to agree to master Gérard's request. Although Nadine remains bound to master Arnaud for the remainder of his life, she shall also serve as master Gérard's personal slave.'' Both girls jumped up and down in delight. Nadine broke down in tears of relief at her second master's feet.

But there was one further announcement. "We have also decided that as master Arnaud is too ill and master Stephen wishes to concentrate on training his new personal slave to competition standard, the château will need another master. Will you join me here on stage, Marek...or should I say MASTER Marek?" The slaves' shrieks of amazement and the roars of approval from his fellow guards accompanied a stunned Marek as he woodenly shook master Imran's, then new master Gérard's, and finally his father's hands. The sovereign ring easily slid onto his finger. Again, tumultuous applause rang around the hall.

Marek cleared his throat. "I...I'm honored, your Excellency." He paused, frowned, and then looked around the room. "Something is missing - a master must have a personal slave...” Savoring the electrically charged atmosphere, he paused then took a deep breath. "HEEL, VÉRONIQUE!" Alexa had to catch her friend to prevent her falling. Véronique started to run. She did not stop running until she reached Marek's side. She crouched on hands and knees while a leash was clipped to the back of her collar. "Do not even THINK of looking up, slave, unless, of course, you wish to be severely punished."

''Oui - err, n-non...mon maître Marek!"

*****

The celebrations continued into the early hours. Master Imran was delighted by the enthusiastic lesbian S & M display by Chloë and Madeline. His obsessive passion for fetish gear was well satisfied by their kinky costumes, which Marek had personally selected.

Alexa watched goggle-eyed - she had never seen anything like it before! The lights had been turned down until only a solitary pool of white illuminated the stage. The slaves gasped when Chloë entered first. She was wearing an amazing black latex costume consisting of thigh boots, shoulder-length gloves, and an open-breasted high-cut bodysuit. Her boots and gloves ended with hooves just like a real pony's! Her wrists, elbows, thighs and ankles were fettered and chained; she had a black leather bridle over her head attached to a very high posture collar; her mouth was forced open by a bit gag and her sight was restricted by blinkers. Most amazing of all, Alexa noticed what looked like a long horse's tail protruding from a rubber plug between Chloë's buttocks! A few yards behind her, holding the long reins from Chloë's bridle in one gloved hand and a leather multi-stranded whip in the other, Madeline strode proudly into the hall. Also dressed in latex, she looked like a Ringmistress from a circus!

The performance put on by the two house slaves was stunning. Master Imran clapped his hands with delight when Chloë was trotted and displayed around the great hall. Madeline was a relentless mistress, applying the lash to her pony-slave's bare buttocks for the slightest flaw in her posture or unevenness of trot. When Chloë squealed and jumped after a well-aimed strike against the back of her exposed thighs, it became clear the girls were taking the act very seriously. Madeline led her pony to a pair of heavy wooden stocks and secured Chloë by her head, wrists and ankles to leave her helplessly bent forward and exposed. The audience cheered when new master Marek intervened and substituted the strap-on dildo Madeline was fitting to her costume with a much larger studded version. He made a worried-looking Madeline show the immense black rubber member to the trapped Chloë who squealed and fought desperately in panic against the unyielding stocks. Marek fully opened the zip along Chloë's crotch and held up the ponytail hanging from her anal plug then pulled Madeline closer. "DO IT, bitch - if you don't fuck her NOW, you will take her place and then you'll be back in that electric penetration chair having your breath slowly squeezed out of you while you fry!" His chilling words quietened every slave in the hall, except for Dominique who whimpered and began to cry. Nadine crept over and cuddled her to calm her distress.

When Madeline began to press the studded bulbous tip between Chloë's labia, her victim screamed. As the pointed barbs along the ridge of the dildo's massive glans forced their way past the entrance to Chloë's vagina, she strained uselessly against the rigid stocks in agony. Bit by bit, Madeline drove the cruel shaft further into her sister-slave's cunt. Chloë's screams became more anguished as her soft tissues were thrust apart. "Go on, bitch - fuck her PROPERLY!" With a cry of despair, Madeline began to pump the brutal phallus in and out of her friend. "DEEPER - I don't want to see ANY part of that dildo unused!" Marek slapped Madeline's backside, propelling her rapidly forwards. She rammed the whole length of the studded brute into Chloë's ravaged pussy until her hips pressed up against her victim's buttocks. Chloë stiffened and ground her teeth in agony on the rubber bit in her mouth before flopping limply in the stocks. Marek quickly removed the unconscious girl's gag and held up her head by her hair to stop her choking.

The hall was silent. When Chloë finally moaned weakly, minister Yao stood up and started to clap. His translator stood and joined him. Soon, the great hall reverberated with tremendous applause - the two slaves would be permitted to live a little longer.

Alexa knelt at her master's feet and watched her new friend from the kitchen plodding gracelessly over with a small bowl that had been sent as a surprise by máitre-chéf Lescoix. It contained fresh strawberries dipped in rich, dark Belgian chocolate! As master Stephen picked one up to feed his slave, Alexa noticed how Dominique was staring longingly at the sumptuous treats. "Umm, please...master?''

Stephen looked up, smiled, and then beckoned Dominique to kneel by Alexa. "Very well, my little slave. They were all meant for you but it is obviously in your nature to share. It seems that you have impressed our master chef, by the way - he wonders if you might be free to help in the kitchens when I do not require you. Would you like that, my pretty slave?" The look of pleasure on her face clearly showed that she would! He fed the girls in turn, observing how his slave had reached up to hold the brain-damaged kitchen slave's hand.

Master Stephen smiled down on his love-slave. She was watching transfixed as several house slaves vied with each other to display their talents at pole dancing. Some day, she would too be twisting and gyrating just like them but she would far exceed their efforts. Stephen intended to train his property until she attained the extremely rare 'perfect 10' on the Slave Index.

My slave!

My very own love-slave!

He reached down and slid his fingers under the back of her new collar. Alexa turned and smiled trustingly up at him before returning to watch the wonderful dancing.

Stephen coughed then stared down at the tiny spots of bright red blood that lay on his handkerchief. Quietly, without drawing attention, he folded it away, pulled Alexa closer by her collar, and turned his attention back to the display.

(THE END...OF THIS PART IN THE ORGANIZATION SERIES)

Dedicated to the memory of Frances Elaine Newton (1965-2005).