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HARVEST OF TEARS
CHAPTER 7
By slave ruthie - with Mistress Ranai's guidance
(The scene was set - everything was prepared. The actors took their places. But two did not know the plot and one of these had no idea beyond a vague sense of unease that her life was changing - and it wasn't for the better...)
"And who, Charles, is this?" Rosario held out her hand to the strikingly handsome young man who was talking to Alexa's master in the lobby.
"Rosario, may I introduce doctor Gérard ________. He is one of our masters from the Organization's Swiss Medical Center near Basle."
Charles watched Gérard take her proffered hand but instead of politely shaking it, his younger colleague bowed to brush her fingers with his lips. "Enchanté, mademoiselle."
When Gérard stood, Rosario smiled. "My goodness - I had the idea your Organization was run by stuffy old men and you were the only exception, Charles! Tell me, doctor - or may I call you Gérard? Good, thank you. Are you here in your medical capacity or as a master?"
"Both, mademoiselle..."
"Oh please use my first name, Gérard - I'm sure Charles can vouch for you! Well, well - Basle, you say? I spent my teenage years at a convent school in Lucerne. My poor parents sent me there in the faint hope that I would return as a refined young lady. But by the time I was expelled, the poor nuns were convinced I was the spawn of Satan himself!" She spread her arms and shrugged.
"Vraiment...Rosario." Gérard glanced at an enigmatically amused Charles and raised a quizzical eyebrow. This charming, forthright young woman was completely different from what he had expected - she was neither a spoilt brat nor an immature, shallow ornament. Rosario had a sophisticated yet completely unpretentious air about her. Gérard couldn't help staring at his hostess either - Charles' new friend looked simply gorgeous. A long figure-hugging dress of black fabric embroidered with arabesques of the same color outlined her body. Her heavy dark hair was piled up on top of her head and held there with a comb. In each of her ears a single, square cut diamond caught the light.
Charles cleared his throat to break the lengthy silence between the young man and woman who he suspected would have happily continued smiling idiotically at one another for the rest of the evening. "Gérard has become quite the expert at 'speed breaking' a new slave. I thought he might assist you with young Maria should you be interested in watching him at work. Is the girl still working in the kitchen? Does she suspect anything?”
Rosario laughed, as the spell was broken. "My people are ready, Charles. The equipment you kindly provided has been set up in the gymnasium - you certainly have an intriguing notion about what constitutes healthy exercise! I'm assured Marie knows nothing of our plans and her room has been prepared. So...tell me, has my ward fully recovered from her workout?"
"Alexa has had a little nap and a shower - Guy will be bringing her along shortly. Well then, shall we proceed?" He noted with relief that Rosario had linked her arm through Gérard's as they wandered into the conservatory. At least now he would be spared the embarrassment of having to turn down her advances.
Guy was already standing in the center with Alexa's leash in his hand. The naked, kneeling girl was very securely fettered as he had requested, with her wrists locked to the sides of a chastity belt, her legs restrained by ankle and thigh spreaders, and with a full head muzzle to prevent any repeat of the earlier biting incident.
Rosario strode directly across and took the leash from Guy who left the room. "Charles, isn't it time for my ward to be fed?"
Alexa looked up and tried to work out what was going on - there was something odd about Rosario. She seemed slightly tense and distracted. Then the third person, who she hadn't seen properly earlier because her master had been in front of him, finally came into view. Alexa couldn't help herself. She gave a tiny, hoarse gasp and repeatedly clenched her cuffed hands in excitement. He slowly turned to look in her direction and smiled - it was master Gérard! But that meant...where was Nadine? Alexa eagerly pressed her muzzled face against Gérard's hand - she couldn't kiss his Master's Ring as the broad leather strap holding the penis gag inside her mouth covered her lips. Gérard ruffled her hair but he looked so sad when he noticed her peering around, obviously in search of her dear sister-slave. Why had he stopped smiling? What was wrong?
"She does not know, Gérard. I never told Alexa what happened at New York Center while she was surviving outside." Alexa looked up at her master, suddenly apprehensive and desperately wanting to know what he had avoided saying...but also desperately afraid of hearing awful news.
Rosario sat, curled herself on a deep, Cordoba leather-covered sofa and tugged gently but firmly on Alexa's collar. "My ward is not the only one who would like to find out what you two are shying away from. Come along, gentlemen - it isn't polite to keep a lady in the dark."
Gérard went to look through the conservatory windows at the illuminated fountains playing on the ornamental lake. Charles subtly motioned to Rosario who pulled Alexa closer in response. "Rosario, Gérard's slave - Nadine - was found dead from what appeared to be simple heart failure in our New York Center."
Rosario felt the naked slave at her feet begin to tremble. She lightly placed her fingers on Alexa's bare shoulder. Instinctively, the girl pressed her head against her hand. "I'm very sorry to hear of your sad loss, Gérard, but you said 'appeared', Charles - why? What really happened?"
"An autopsy discovered that Nadine had been held down with such force that her ribcage was cracked and she had been injected behind her ear with sufficient Digitalis to cause massive cardiac failure. We suspect that she was another of Miller's victims but we have no idea why she was killed." By this time Alexa was rocking back and forth with her head bowed. He knew she was sobbing but his mute slave could make no sound. That BASTARD, he thought. Even in death, Miller’s deeds still tormented Alexa.
Gérard strode across and knelt by the distraught Alexa. "Thank you for your sympathy, Rosario - I still miss her terribly." He reached out to cradle the shaking girl. "And I suspect this little slave somehow managed to avenge my poor Nadine and all the rest of Miller's victims." He stroked Alexa's head. "I think you did cause that vile murderer to fall to his death, didn't you little Alexa?" Much to her master's and Rosario's amazement, she nodded through her tears. "I thought as much. Charles, my very good friend, your slave has my eternal gratitude and respect."
For a moment, no one spoke. Then Charles looked at Rosario who was staring down in amazement at his slave being cuddled and comforted by Gérard. "You see why I will not share her, Rosario? I am so proud of you, my Alexa! Master Stephen was right - you are one of the best slaves it is possible to own."
Rosario smiled and stroked Alexa's hair while Gérard sat down. "Well! It seems I've misjudged you twice over, little slave. At first I thought you were a rather pathetic weakling until your master told me how you protected my uncle Armando from his attackers...and now we hear you took out that predator, Miller, single-handed! My grandfather was right to adopt you into the Family - you've certainly earned your place here." She briefly rang a tiny bell before returning it to the table by her sofa. "Our special guest will eat now, Alfonso - fetch Maria to serve her."
The servant, who had appeared almost as soon as the bell stopped ringing, looked down at the chained and muzzled naked girl with tears quietly trickling down her face. Then he smiled. "Si, padrona Rosario." Alfonso took out a handkerchief and lowered himself down on one knee. “Per favore, padrona?” Rosario nodded. Carefully, he dabbed the moisture from Alexa's eyes and whispered, "Schiavo bene...schiavo bene." He rose and left the conservatory.
"You seem to have made a friend of Alfonso, my dear. Unusual, considering his preference before we took him in was for gutting hookers on the Lower East Side with a filleting knife." Alexa shuddered and looked desperately up at her master who raised a finger, cautioning her to be still. Her dear friend and savior, Gina, had worked the streets in the same district where the servant had hunted his prey! "My late father was furious when he found out who was destroying our Family's business assets and ordered his execution. But I persuaded my grandfather that while we could easily replace the livestock, a good knife-man was harder to find...and Alfonso has proved himself to be very skilled in that regard ever since." She pulled Alexa closer and toyed with her hair. "Perhaps he recognizes the qualities of another professional. After all, your slave has killed at least twice to our knowledge, Charles."
When Alfonso returned, he was followed by an obviously unhappy Maria carrying a silver tray. She avoided looking at Alexa, waiting instead for one of them to indicate who wanted to be served. Rosario spoke sharply at the girl, noting her unease with satisfaction. "What are you waiting for?"
Maria's lower lip trembled. She hated wearing the stupid, humiliating maid's outfit that made all the men leer at her partially exposed breasts, she missed her friends and family, and she wanted to go home. But she hated most of all being ordered about by that Italian-American BITCH. "S'il vous plâit, mademoiselle..."
"It’s not for us, Maria, it’s for the slave. Put the tray down on the floor.” Rosario noticed how Gérard was carefully assessing every movement and reaction of the young maid.
Maria didn't even want to look at Alexa again, let alone go near the girl while they were watching. It was so degrading - she was naked and her hands were locked in cuffs on the sides of a metal strap around her waist. The strap was padlocked at the front to another metal band that went down and under between her thighs! Her head was stuck in a harsh-looking leather harness that completely covered her mouth. Maria followed the leash from the helpless girl's collar to Rosario's hand and shuddered with revulsion. However, deep down she knew she was secretly fascinated and envious...but that was so wrong and she felt terribly ashamed of her wicked thoughts.
"Well? While you are gawping, Alexa's food is getting cold." The mixed expressions on her unwilling maid's face were not lost on Rosario. She observed as Maria reluctantly obeyed and stepped closer, eyes riveted on the kneeling slave’s body, so tightly restrained and exposed. She was going to savor every moment of this girl's utter humiliation and submission.
Maria woodenly bent forwards to set the tray down in front of the girl everybody was calling a 'slave'. But that was impossible. There was no such thing in this day and age. The girl must be a prostitute in some kind of kinky bondage game. She couldn't actually be a real slave...could she? Maria couldn't help staring at her pierced nipples and glanced up only to find the girl looking directly into her eyes. "Please, h-how is she supposed t-to eat..."
"Obviously, you must help the slave." Maria jumped at the deep voice of the younger man sitting behind her and the way he deliberately emphasized the word 'slave'. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire - because of the maid's outfit's obscenely short hemline, he had a full view of her black knickers, suspenders and stockings! She immediately crouched and tried to pull the dress down to cover her backside. "You need to unfasten both the buckles on either side of her jaw." Maria swallowed nervously as she struggled to free the stiff leather straps. Inches from of her face, the leash dangled, held in the hand of the mistress of the house. When the front of the harness was loose, Maria gasped in shock as she pulled away the gag and saw the obscene plug emerge from the girl's lips - it was shaped exactly like the erect tip of a man's...of a man's...NO! She mustn't even THINK about it! It was DIRTY...but why did she want to touch it?
Maria removed the lid from the hot tureen and picked up a silver soupspoon to hand to the girl. Alexa stared down in confusion - there was no way she could reach her mouth while her hands were trapped in the cuffs. "You are just going to have to feed my slave yourself, aren't you, Maria?" It was the older man on her left who had spoken. Ohh, this was AWFUL! She picked up the napkin and wondered how on earth to...ohh she simply COULDN'T do this. "Yes, use the collar. You wouldn't want to scald my slave, would you?" Maria sensed the threat in the man's voice and carefully tucked the starched white cloth behind the gold ring around Alexa's throat. With a trembling hand, she held the first spoonful up to the silent girl's mouth.
Alexa felt terribly sad. She couldn't take in the news about her dear sister-slave's cruel death. Ohh Nadine - why? She was one of the kindest, compassionate people Alexa had ever met. It wasn't fair! She looked up at her beloved master Charles who slowly nodded back. He knew how much she was shocked and hurt by the dreadful revelation. He pointed to the spoon. Food was the last thing on her mind. He wanted her to eat - she would have to try. Alexa reluctantly opened her lips and tasted the soup. Something familiar...the flavor...she looked up at Rosario in confusion.
"Don't you like your Minestrone, Alexa? It's from a new range of authentic Italian dishes made to traditional recipes." Rosario looked at master Charles. "We are not usually in the habit of serving our guests anything other than the best of home-made meals but this is a special case. I have invested some of my ward's trust fund in a new food processing business. We've called it 'Lucia's Kitchen’ in memory of uncle Armando." Rosario frowned at the look of pained grief on the girl. "I thought you'd be pleased, not upset, Alexa."
Charles intervened. "Please give her time, Rosario - my slave has been through a lot lately." He softened his tone and whispered to Alexa. "Finish your soup then I'm taking you to my room, slave."
They watched her eat in silence. Each was lost in private thoughts while the anguished, weeping slave forced herself to swallow between mute sobs. Maria felt so sorry for Alexa but she had no idea what they were talking about - she also felt very afraid but didn't know why. Rosario pondered how lonely she felt and briefly envied her ward's intimacy with Charles. Gérard remembered his lovely slave, Nadine, and fought to control his rage at her loss. And as for Charles...he reflected upon how incredibly fortunate he had been to end up with such an excellent slave. Perhaps it was finally time to break the seal on the large envelope that Stephen had left for him to be opened only after his death. He had put it off out of guilt for not following his good friend's wishes by saving Alexa instead of executing her in the traditional way after Stephen had ended his own suffering.
The last spoonful was finished. Charles picked Alexa up like a child in his arms and carried her towards the door. "Please excuse us - it has been a long, traumatic day for my slave and I'm sure you two have many things to discuss. Good night."
Rosario dismissed Maria with an indifferent wave. "Go to your room. Now."
Maria curtseyed and hurried out, relieved to get away. Not a word of acknowledgement or thanks from that evil bitch! She simply used people and forgot about them the minute they were out of the door. And the way the other servants put up with it, only mentioning their ‘mistress’ in hushed voices, hurrying to satisfy her every whim! She would NOT be intimidated like the others. She would not suck up to that filthy rich woman, even if her life depended upon it!
"How long do you think it'll be before she's back down here?" Rosario went over to a drawer and removed her favorite red crop.
Gérard shrugged. "It depends how she reacts to what's been done to her room.” He silently admired Rosario’s poise, her graceful movements, the black dress of raw silk cut to flatter her stunning figure, the tiny light reflections in her jet hair.
And she knew he liked what he saw. She walked over to the drinks cabinet and turned around to study him from afar. She let her eyes travel over his well-shaped muscular shoulders, longing to feel them in her hands. His face still bore the handsomeness of youth, but around the eyes laughter and sorrow had left their traces. His hands spoke of the skill of his profession. He sat relaxed and calm, without fidgeting under her scrutiny.
Rosario gestured towards the selection of bottles and carafes. “Bourbon?” He nodded and murmured his thanks. "So...tell me about this 'speed breaking' of yours.”
"Well, the best way to introduce you to it would probably a practical demonstration. I am pleased to say that I have had very gratifying results. But like any method applied on humans it is neither completely predictable nor infallible. For example, from what I've seen, you would be extremely difficult to break with any lasting effect. I could certainly subdue you, Rosario.” She looked at him with cool, calculating eyes. "Oh I could easily overpower you and force you to obey me...but I would never be able to turn my back on you or trust you. I don't believe you would ever freely and totally submit like Alexa does. She has the most naturally submissive nature I have ever seen. You, however, would seek justice - and exact a terrible revenge, of course."
Rosario raised her glass. There was a predatory glint in her eye. "Of course...but I would bide my time. The saying is true you know - revenge is a dish that is best served cold."
He couldn't help smiling. "I'm sure your family has taken it to heart."
"Oh we've made it our motto." Rosario studied his face. "Gérard, this is my house. I could easily use a stun-gun on you, order my staff to overpower you, spike your drink.” Her guest, who was sipping his Bourbon, gave a small cough. "Before anybody would come looking for you, I could have you shipped to my home in Calabria. I could put you through so much pain that you would gladly swear to obey my every command for the rest of your life. But I could never relent in my physical control over you, because unlike various other people you would probably never freely and totally submit. If you saw a chance, you would also try to seek revenge – or simply run away."
"Touché," Gérard conceded, toasting her with his bourbon before ruefully adding, "I think I asked for that." He put his glass down and looked at her, inclining his head. She decided she liked this young man very much. He was self-assured but not arrogant and had not, so far, tried to impress or flatter her.
The door to the conservatory flew open. Maria stormed in, shaking in rage and distress. She confronted an indifferent Rosario. "Somebody, SOMEBODY h-has taken all my things! M-my room's been emptied and stripped BARE d-down to the floorboards! I've had ENOUGH - I'm SICK of your pathetic, silly games and the way you've treated me since I arrived, Rosario. I don't CARE what happens to papa if I leave. I'm going back to my family in Bruges and there's NOTHING you can say or do to stop me!" In her blind range, Maria failed to notice that Gérard had quietly closed and locked the door, trapping the young maid with them in the room.
Rosario slowly looked up and down the agitated figure before her. "Somehow I doubt you'd be particularly welcome at home."
"What the hell do you mean by THAT?" Maria's voice rose as she became increasingly hysterical.
"Oh nothing really, just that Interpol is keen to trace you and your lover regarding the multi-million dollar theft from your father's bank."
"Th-that's a LIE! I never stole...but I don't even HAVE a lover - I'm a vir...ohh you're making this up!" The young maid clenched her fists and stamped her foot in exasperated confusion.
"Anyway, it seems your poor father was found shot dead in his study shortly after you both vanished and your prints, Maria, were on the gun. The police think you shot him and fled after he discovered how you'd cleaned out several 'special' accounts belonging to some of the bank's more unsavory Middle Eastern clients." Rosario drained the last sip of her Bourbon. "They too, I understand, are eager to get their hands on you but this is definitely something to avoid. Once they have grown bored of raping and torturing you, they will kill you as slowly and painfully as possible. They start with the fingertips and toes, I believe..."
"NOOOOO!!!" Maria sank to the floor and covered her face in shock and disbelief.
"So it looks like you’ll get life for grand theft and for your father's cold-blooded murder - unless, of course, the disgruntled account holders find you first." Rosario sighed. "Here am I sheltering you at great personal risk, and this is how you repay me - oh dear!" Rosario stood. ''Now...what was that ridiculous nonsense about leaving, slave?"
Maria jumped up and ran shrieking to the conservatory door but the man called monsieur Gérard blocked her path, expertly twisting her hands up her back to force her down onto her knees. "Oww! My f-fingers! Let g-go PLEASE - you're HURTING me!" But he didn't release her. Maria wept bitterly in fright, at the shocking news that her beloved papa was dead, and at her awful predicament - she was hopelessly TRAPPED!
Rosario strode over until she was right next to the sobbing maid. She pushed the tip of her red leather crop under Maria's chin. The girl recoiled and tried to turn her head away but Gérard seized hold of her hair and forced her head back with one hand while bending Maria's fingers backwards with the other. Rosario rubbed the crop against Maria's trembling mouth. “Look at me.” Rosario’s voice was like ice. “Understand this. The choice is yours. Either you surrender yourself completely to me, or I abandon you to lifelong incarceration or, most likely, an agonizing death. If you seek my protection, you will be mine, to do with as I please.” She traced the crop across Maria’s breasts. “I will expect no less than absolute obedience at all times from my slave. There will be no law in your life but my will, no goal but to please me. Do you understand, Maria?” The girl gazed at her wide-eyed, unable to even nod with her head pulled back in Gérard’s grip. Rosario raised the crop and held it a finger’s breadth from Maria's trembling mouth. “If you accept becoming my slave, my personal property, kiss the tip.”
A moment’s silence in the room.
“Choose.” And, with an anguished cry, the girl pressed her lips to the end.
She raised her eyes, blurred with tears, and looked into the face of Rosario, her new owner.
Gérard leaned over and whispered in Maria's ear. "Now you know what Alexa feels like - you've envied her, haven't you Maria? That's why you went into her bedroom and touched her, didn't you, slave?" She wept bitterly as her shameful secret came out. "You were seen running into the bathroom by Guy."
"Actually," Rosario added, "I watched the video of the whole episode. You're very skilled at masturbating another girl for a mere virgin, Maria." The kneeling girl wailed as her indiscretion with Alexa was laid bare. "Matter of fact, you get pretty excited in your room on your own too."
Maria gaped up at her tormentor. "Y-you've b-been spying on me in my ROOM...mon Dieu!"
“Certainly. From now on I’ll have you sleeping with your hands locked away from your body, until you have fully understood that your sex belongs to your mistress. Your training starts tonight. Should you ever try to leave, or disobey me in any way, I’ll let you experience the downside of Arabian ‘hospitality’ and we’ll send what’s left of your body to the police. Do you understand?”
"Y-yes..."
Gérard bent Maria's fingers further backwards until she squealed in pain. "Show some respect, slave - say 'yes, mistress Rosario'."
"Y-yes, m-mistress...Rosario! OWWW!!!" Maria yelped as the horrible red crop made contact with her left breast.
Rosario laughed out loud. “Nice sensitivity there. Come on - that was only a tap." She lifted the hem of the maid's dress with her crop. "Open those thighs, slave - kneel straighter and clasp your hands behind your head." Gérard let go of Maria's fingers but did not release his grip on her hair. "Oh stop sniveling, for goodness sake!" Rosario sawed the end of the crop up and down along the line of Maria's cleft, making the distressed girl writhe as fabric of her knickers rode against her clitoris. "Hmm...I think it's about time we saw you properly. Strip!"
Maria trembled as the man tightly gripping her hair took hold of the clasp at the back of her neck and slowly unzipped the maid's dress from her collar to her waist. "No bra?" Gérard lightly scraped a fingernail down her spine, enjoying the way she shivered at his touch. "Do as your mistress commands you, slave." With tears cascading down her face, Maria pulled the puffed sleeves down her arms and let the skimpy garment fall to her knees. The man behind her forced her to stand up and step out of the pool of black satin around her feet.
"Much better." Rosario employed the tip of the crop again to correct Maria's posture. "You're quite a lovely slave - nice rounded breasts for such a young age, excellent complexion...I want this hair shorter, though. You've got a very pretty face and it's such a shame you hide it."
Gérard leaned forward and gently spoke in his captive's ear. "I'm going to remove my hand from your hair, slave. You understand there's no possibility of escape, don't you?"
"Y-yes."
"Good girl. Clasp your hands behind your head again and don't even think of disobeying us - you know you can't win and resisting will only make things worse. Now I'm going to remove your shoes, stockings, and suspenders..."
She cried. Maria sobbed pitifully but she didn't try to stop what the man was doing. First, her plain black leather shoes were unbuckled and pulled off her feet; his expert fingers freed her stockings from the suspender belt, opening the front clasp to remove it from her narrow waist; he was unbearably gentle as he slowly rolled each seamed stocking down her trembling legs until her only protection from complete nudity was the pair of black, satin knickers that matched her discarded dress.
Rosario traced the crop's end around Maria's right nipple. "I'm going to allow you to finish stripping yourself. I want you to pull down your panties very slowly, then stuff them into your cute little mouth."
"Uhh, I-I...ohh p-please, mademoiselle! D-don't m-make me...AIEEE!!!" She was totally unprepared for the stinging pain of the crop on her backside.
“Do as you’re told.” Rosario jabbed Maria just above her crotch with the crop. With a mournful sob, her victim hooked her fingers under the sides of her briefs and began peeling them down her thighs. "Slower. I want you to remember every second of this experience. This is the moment when you surrender your body to me.”
Maria stepped out of her last vestige of modesty and woodenly lifted her panties to her lips. "I-I c-can't...” Pleadingly, she looked at her new mistress.
Rosario said nothing, her face impassive. She had given an order; she expected it to be obeyed.
Maria closed her eyes but her tears wouldn't stop. She pushed the satin fabric between her teeth until her cheeks were wadded with the garment that smelled and tasted of her own crotch. Utterly defeated, Maria didn't struggle while Gérard secured her wrists in handcuffs behind her back. He smiled, said 'well done' and 'good girl' and sealed her gagged mouth shut with a strip of wide tape. But when her ankles were cinched in bracelets on a short chain, she began to get frightened again...although it was far too late to run!
Rosario accepted the red leather collar from Gérard with a smile. "Oh would you be so good as to...” But he had already yanked Maria's head back by her hair in readiness. “Thank you.” Rosario tugged the stiff leather strap through the buckle before clicking the padlock shut through the hasp. Attaching the leash that Gérard had conveniently carried in his suit pocket, Rosario gently stroked Maria's cheek and whispered "Come along, slave. You’re going to have a busy night."
*****
Master Charles firmly stretched the chain from Alexa's ankle cuffs taut before locking the end to the metal bed frame. He critically inspected her wide leather restraints, satisfying himself that, while she could barely move, the blood flow to her limbs was unrestricted. As he adjusted her thigh spreader to ensure it could not slip over her left knee, she twisted her blindfolded head and expectantly opened her mouth. "No, little slave - no gag tonight. You are too precious to risk choking in your sleep. I wouldn't want to lose you too." (Damn! Why on earth had he said that?)
Then he suddenly recalled the reason. Tomorrow would have been Laura's birthday. The wall of sorrow reared up again as he stood by the bed, quietly remembering his childhood best friend from their first day together at kindergarten, who had become his sweetheart then eventually his wife. (My Laura, with her laughing eyes, cheeky grin and her long, long braided dark hair...)
The other boys had taunted him and called him a 'filthy squaw-lover". But his widowed father had seen the love and tenderness growing between his solitary, lonely child and the pretty Blackfoot girl from the neighboring reservation. Her folk were from a proud nation but they had adopted his son as an honorary member of their great tribe. So Jean-Luc had readily given his blessing and even built a new house for the young couple. They had filled their modest, isolated homestead with love and joy...until tragedy struck before their first wedding anniversary.
Master Charles was so glad he had blindfolded his slave. That way she couldn't see his grief. Although nearly twelve years had passed since Laura's death, the pain of losing her - and his guilt over his failure to protect her - had not diminished. He wiped his stinging eyes and stroked Alexa's hair, thinking how much Laura would have liked this timid girl and taken her under her wing. Laura was the same with any wounded bird or animal and she would never leave a suffering creature untended. Alexa's harsh, brutal childhood and traumatic experiences in slavery would have broken his late wife's heart...
Alexa mouthed something but her voice was too soft to make out her words. Master Charles bent down and hooked a finger under his slave's restraint collar just below her left ear. Alexa shivered and he smiled on seeing again the peculiar effect down one side of her body. A solitary nipple had hardened and her skin was covered in Goosebumps but only on the left, never the right. "What did you say, little Alexa?" He put his ear closer to her mouth.
It seemed like his slave was attempting to talk for the first time in her life. In a faltering, tiny whisper, she managed to utter several words. "Please...may this...slave, please...serve its master? Please?"
Master Charles fought down the urge to shout with relief at the transformation in his mute slave. He reached over to the dresser and picked up a ring gag. "You may, my slave but only as I choose.” He pinched her nose to make her open her mouth wider then fitted the gag so her jaws were safely forced apart. "I'm not taking any risks with you getting too excited, slave." Alexa's body shook - she was silently chuckling! Master Charles could not remember the last time his little slave had laughed and to see her being neither sad nor serious was a huge boost - in more ways than one!
He discarded his shorts and knelt on the bed, extending the chain from her neck before pulling her body further down the mattress. Alexa squirmed in anticipation as she felt a pillow being positioned under her backside to raise her cunt higher off the firm bed. He extended the adjustable bar between her knee cuffs, forcing her thighs further apart, then pulled the chain from her ankles tighter and re-secured it to ensure she was completely immobilized. After checking that she wasn't being asphyxiated by her restraints, master Charles guided his erection between Alexa's lips and through the steel ring into her mouth. She eagerly raised her head to take him deeper into her mouth, straining against the wide leather collar on its taut chain. Alexa sucked and pressed the tip of her tongue just under his glans, knowing exactly how to make him...
"No, not too fast. Take things slower - that's better, yes. Ahh...GOOD little slave." Master Charles turned round, still penetrating her mouth, until he was facing her body. He leaned forward, put out the tip of his tongue to...slowly...lick...her...clit.
The effect was electric - Alexa stiffened as though a shock had passed between them. She tried to concentrate on sucking while her wonderful master teased, lapped, and tormented her helpless body. "I thought you females were supposed to be capable of multi-tasking!" he remarked dryly while pulling her swollen inner labia further apart with his strong fingers. "Then again, you do seem a little distracted at the moment." When he used his teeth to gently chew her stiffened tiny member, Alexa lost all concentration, all control, all thought...
She reveled in the utter helplessness and security of being completely restrained and pinned down by her master's comforting weight while he fucked her ring-gagged mouth. Five times he had reduced her to a quivering orgasmic wreck before he even considered satisfying his own desires! Alexa lay obediently waiting for the moment when the man who owned her would thrust into the back of her mouth and explode his seed inside her throat. He was about to cum - the telltale signs were all there. Her master slowed his pace ever so slightly; his erection trembled and became harder; he pulled back until the edge of his glans was held against the ring between her teeth...
...Then came the familiar hot, slightly bitter taste of her master's semen erupting into her mouth. Alexa exhaled just as he thrust forward in the way she had learned to expect - master Charles liked to sink his erection in as far as possible as though he wanted to drive his ejaculation even deeper into her body. It had taken her a long time to overcome her fear of suffocating and to control her gag reflex but she had eventually learned the art of 'deep throating' to perfection. Tiny points of light danced before her blindfolded eyes and her chest revolted against oxygen starvation. Alexa forced herself to keep sucking as he slowly pulled out of her mouth, draining the last drop of cum from his erection. As soon as his glans had unplugged her throat and the gag was removed, she took a huge gasp of sweet air before swallowing his semen - at last she could breathe!
He removed her blindfold and stroked her cheek. "That...was so damn good! There's only one thing wrong, though." Master Charles grinned as he sensed her discomfort at the thought she had disappointed him in any way. "It's your slave index rating - the scale only goes up to ten and I believe you've just exceeded it!"
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