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HARVEST OF TEARS
CHAPTER 14
By slave ruthie
Master Charles slowly
replaced the receiver but kept his hand on the phone. He paused for a moment before looking across
the desk at Guy. "It appears that a
container ship operated by the Solntsevskaya was taking our Senator's daughter
to Yasov. Apparently, it was scuttled
off the northern Japanese coast by the Yakuza and they are holding the
girl. It seems that the dispute between
the Japanese and Russians over the quality of recent cocaine shipments is escalating
out of control - snatching the girl is obviously intended to provoke and
embarrass the major."
Guy waited patiently
for the Organization's Head of Security to continue but he could guess what was
coming next.
"I need to go to
Kobe. Oleg has asked me to intervene
before matters deteriorate into an all-out gang war. The Kumicho is old and his potential
successor is a headstrong, rather ruthless young man. Guy, I need to ask a very big favor of
you."
"Alexa - you want
me to keep an eye on her."
Master Charles
nodded. "She cannot come with
me. It is too risky. Ideally, she should be taken back to the
Ranch or the Center."
Guy raised an
eyebrow. "But?"
"But Don Marco
told me yesterday how happy Rosario appeared whenever Alexa was present. He has been worried about his granddaughter
since she killed her fiancé after discovering the affair between him and that
attorney. Don Marco confided that even
he was shocked by what Rosario had done to the other woman - she had her slowly
vivisected and fed alive to the pigs at the Family's upstate farm where they
dispose of the ruined hookers and other unwanted garbage."
Guy frowned but kept
silent. The Family's method of cleaning
up was well known but systematically cutting pieces off a woman and making her
watch while animals ate her flesh was pretty extreme stuff, even for him.
Alexa's master
continued. "Apparently, Rosario has
been increasingly withdrawn over the last few months. He was about to suggest therapy - until she
became interested in my slave. Don Marco
deliberately made Rosario my Alexa's ward because he felt it would be good for
her." He sighed. "I will have to leave her here under
your supervision but if Alexa puts a foot wrong or shows any aggression, you
must kill her immediately on my authority.
She is still under a suspended death sentence, remember." He could see from the man's expression his
explanation was not enough. He would
have to trust the man. "Okay, this
goes no further - I need your absolute guarantee of silence about what I am
about to say. "
"Look sir, I owe
you my life. If you hadn't taken out
that sniper in Honduras I would've bled to death while he kept me pinned
down. So take it as read - you can count
on me." Guy took out a cigarette
but made no effort to light it. He knew
Master Charles hated the smell of tobacco smoke.
"Do you remember
the Roslyn Institute's experimental slave breeding program?"
Guy shifted
uncomfortably. "Yeah - I was one of
the cleaners when the program was closed down. It still gives me the creeps what we had to do
- eliminating those cute little blonde, blue-eyed girls was one of the hardest
contracts I ever faced, sir." He
looked puzzled. "But what's this
got to do with your Alexa? She's not
related to...no! No way - she CAN'T be a
Roslyn girl. Begging your pardon, sir,
but Alexa doesn't look...like them."
"You mean she is
not pretty enough. And no, you have not
offended me. Alexa is not blessed with a
good figure or exceptional looks but she is much more than 'collar candy' as
far as I am concerned. The conventional
ideas of what makes a woman beautiful have never satisfied me. Alexa has a highly attractive personality
that more than makes up for her defects in the looks department. Returning to your questions, I have documents
that suggest she is an accidental by-product of the program - an unforeseen
twin that was never traced so escaped being destroyed. She did not inherit the physical
characteristics of a Roslyn clone but if she has any of their behavioral
defects, Alexa would be too dangerous to keep alive. This is a damned mess!" Guy was staring down at the unlit
cigarette. "So you'll keep a close
watch on Alexa? And not a word of this
to a soul, not even Gérard, okay?"
The man nodded.
Master Charles sighed
then smiled to himself. "Who would
have thought it?”
"Pardon,
sir?"
"I used to think
that a master who worries about his slaves' feelings is weak and lacks proper
control. Yet here I am, wondering about
the best way to tell Alexa she has to stay with you here at Rosario's
home." He looked at Guy's grinning
face. "Oh for God's sake man, open
the window and light your damn cigarette!
I might even join you, if you have a spare."
"I wouldn't
recommend it, sir. Been trying to quit
for ages."
*****
Sitting astride the
bidet, Alexa held herself open and let the gentle fountain of warm water play
inside her labia. Her thoughts wandered
while she enjoyed the soothing and mildly stimulating flow dancing at the mouth
of her vagina. For some reason, she
remembered the old woman who aimlessly wandered around the streets of the
London borough that had been here home after leaving care. Would the homeless woman still be alive? Alexa hoped she had found refuge or at least
a hot meal at the drop-in center that Master Stephen had supported so
generously as her 'slave price'.
Alexa was so absorbed
in her thoughts that she had not heard the door being pushed open. "Now I know why women take so long in
the bathroom!" In her hurry to get
off the bidet and kneel for her grinning master, she managed to slip on the wet
tiles and ended up on her back with her legs apart, giving him an excellent
view between her thighs. "Very
nice, slave but I should not need to inspect you for cleanliness." He snapped his fingers and made the sign for
her to 'kneel and attend'. "Back
straighter - palm flat on each buttock.
Good girl." Master Charles
tucked a stray lock of his slave's hair behind her right ear. "Listen carefully. I have to leave for a few days. No, do not look like that. You will remain here under Guy's
supervision. If you are told to do
anything by Master Gérard or Rosario, you will obey them unless Guy says
otherwise. I will return here for
you." He took out his handkerchief
and handed it to the quietly weeping girl.
"Dry your tears, slave. It
is only for a few days at most."
When she tried to hand the monogrammed cotton square back, he smiled and
shook his head. "Keep it in your
cage until I return."
She held on until her
master's limousine drove away, leaving her kneeling at Guy's side in the
vaulted entrance to Rosario's mansion.
As the vehicle disappeared from view, Alexa sank forwards onto her
hands, ignoring the tension on her lead to cry her heart out on the marble
floor.
Guy waited while the
little slave at his feet shook, her body racked by uncontrollable sobbing. But no wails echoed around the
vestibule. Instead, a muffled croaking
sound was all Alexa could manage. After
a few minutes, he gently tugged on the leash.
"Right, kid. You can mope
until your master gets back or you can make sure he enjoys the best welcome a
slave can give her owner on his return."
Startled out of her
misery, Alexa looked up into Guy's face.
He smiled and ruffled her hair.
"Yeah, THAT got your attention, kid. Let's go find Rosario. I want her in on this."
As they walked towards
the gym, Alexa summoned enough courage to ask Guy a question that had puzzled
her since her dear sister-slave Guljana had told her how much she liked and
admired the man. In her husky, weak
voice, she whispered, "Please, Guy, umm...why aren't you a master? Me and Guli think you'd be
g-great." Then her nerve failed and
she covered her mouth in shame for being so outspoken.
"Been offered a
Master's Ring twice and I don't reckon to be invited a third time. Hell, what would I do with a personal
slave? She could never be like my
Billie-Jean, anyhow."
It was only then that
Alexa realized he had a wedding ring on his finger. Guy was married? But he was a professional killer and a senior
guard in the Organization - was she dead?
He followed her
gaze. "She left me while I was
inside, kid." He shrugged and
grinned ruefully. "Still wear it
for sentimental reasons. You and Guljana
are good girls - thanks for the vote of confidence. Now let's find the Doc and your
Rosario."
Alexa knelt at Guy's
side and listened with growing excitement to his words. Guy had suggested using the time while Master
Charles was away to prepare herself as best as possible for his return. "So if its okay with you, I want to put
this kid through a whole load of slave training and maybe, ma'am, you could
help with organizing some kind of beauty stuff to make her look real nice for
when her master gets back - you know, womanly things like getting her hair
fixed up real pretty."
Rosario's face broke
into a broad smile. "Oh, I think we
can do much better than that.
Alfonso?" The Italian
inclined his head. "I fancy some
late night shopping - Macy's is as good a place to begin with as any. Arrange it for this evening. A private viewing - Alexa and I shall have
the store to ourselves."
Guy rubbed the end of
his nose. "Meaning no disrespect,
ma'am, that's not what I meant. Alexa is
only a slave and her master gave me orders to keep her secured at all
times. She can't go out in public."
Rosario glared at him
and bit back, "Alexa may be 'only
a slave' to you but here she is a highly valued member of the Family. She is my ward and my friend." The frown vanished and Rosario smiled once
more but with less warmth than before.
"Besides, you surely know how beneficial a spell of retail therapy
can be to any woman. Why, with her
wealth in trust, she could practically buy the entire contents of that
department store with her loose change!"
"Ma'am, she can't
be seen in public. Alexa has to be
chained all the time and I reckon her master wouldn't let her go neither."
"Then you might
as well take her back to your Organization's kennels right away because I am
NOT going to be told what to do by a GUEST!”
She paused, relishing their stunned silence, then continued in a
controlled but menacing tone. "I do
not like to be disappointed, do I Alfonso?"
"Non,
Padrona."
"And if you
obstruct me in looking after my ward's best interests I will be VERY
disappointed...and the Family will have been insulted by your
Organization. Capische, Guy?"
Guy looked at Gérard
for support but found none. Why was the
doctor so meek in the presence of their hostess? "Well, if you put it like that..."
"I like a man who
sees sense and quits when he knows he's not going to change a woman's mind -
don't you agree, Gérard dear?"
She neither received
nor required a reply.
*****
"Nothing, Mister
Senator - not a trace." This was
one of the worst days in General S_____'s long career. "The burnt-out Hummer only had one body
inside and the dog tags indicate it was the charred remains of Sergeant
Gomez. The medics say his hands and feet
were tied with wire and he was still alive when they torched the vehicle. Filthy animals!"
The Senator felt sick
with fear and with his own stupidity.
How could he have been so foolish?
His beautiful slave-jewel was missing in one of the worst parts of
Afghanistan. It was obvious that the
military were useless in tracking her down.
"I'm going to see K_____.
The man comes from this province so he must know people who can
help." Before he left for the Presidential
Palace, he barked at the general.
"Keep looking - do anything necessary to find my assistant. She is extremely important!"
*****
Breathing was
painful. As she slowly regained
consciousness, Caitlin discovered that every part of her body was also
painful. She slowly moved her arms and
legs - her ankles were still in cuffs and chains. She tried to pull her manacled arms down her
back but the chain to her collar stopped her, as usual. But she was not back on the hard floor in a
cell. The surface she was lying on felt
soft and silky. She realized she was on
a large bed...and she was not alone.
"You try you make
die again, you get wish but we make very much slow and bad so you beg for quick
end." It was her abuser from the
mirrored torture chamber.
He was climbing on top
of her, using his knees to lever her thighs apart. "Bastard - get OFF me!" Caitlin struggled but his hands were pulling
her up at the hips, forcing her backside towards his groin. "Stop!
OWWW!!!” The blunt tip of his
penis rammed past her labia to thrust inside her vagina.
With one hand under
her belly to keep her raised up, he traced a finger of his free hand along the
ornate scar tissue that adorned her back.
He had stopped fucking her but remained deep inside her cunt. "You hate me much still?"
Caitlin snorted in
disbelief and wiped her eyes on the silk sheet.
"I DESPISE you, y-you BASTARD.
Is this the only way you can get a woman - by keeping her captive and in
chains? You're a pathetic coward!"
He laughed and she
felt him stiffen inside her body.
"You insult me very good! I
want you keep hate me all-time, Kaya-ti-rin."
"It's 'Caitlin'
with an 'L', you bastard.” His erection
went rock hard.
"See how much I
like you be inso-lent? You rude American
bitch - no respect, no manners. Ah but I
not say you my name! Pardon! I rude too - my name Kazuo Takumi, I
wakagashira-hosa of Yamaguchi-gumi Yakuza.
See? I am polite - not like you,
Yankee BITCH!" He leaned forward,
hooked a finger through the ring on the back of her collar and pulled her head
up, making her choke. "You learn
obey me fast or you die much slow, much lot of pain." He let go of her collar, withdrew from her
vagina, and moved to sit above her head.
She watched him open a red leather box he picked up from a bedside
table. Several steel instruments were
neatly arranged within. He lifted out
the first object that looked like two pairs of bent forceps joined at the
tips. "This for keep mouth open
wide." The next item had
razor-sharp spikes that were horribly familiar.
"This for hold tongue and pull out of mouth - you know this,
yes?" The last object looked like
curved garden scissors. "This for
good cut deep down at back of mouth!"
Caitlin trembled. She knew what he was threatening and had
experienced similar torture instruments when they had pierced her inside her
mouth! "Please," she whispered,
"n-not that - not my..."
Opening his legs, he
beckoned towards his engorged phallus.
"So! Now you suck proper-ly deep all way, you drink all and clean
after. If you make perfect blowjob, you
get keep tongue. If not...” He picked up
the cutting instrument, pinched the satin sheet and snipped through the
valuable fabric.
Caitlin was filled
with revulsion. She'd hated the whole
idea of using her mouth to satisfy a man ever since her prom when her date, a
quarterback, had taken his penis out and finally persuaded her to kiss the
end. He had ejaculated immediately even
as her mouth brushed the tip. It was
disgusting - in her hair, running down her cheek, and staining her black prom
dress. The boy had laughed and jeered at
her shocked revulsion...until her long fingernails dug into his softening
flesh. That had changed his tune!
But now she was at
risk of losing her tongue, possibly even her life, unless she expertly fellated
this horrible man who had orchestrated the rapes, tortures, and mutilations
since she was seized from the Russian ship.
Caitlin looked up at the waiting man's cock. "Please," she whispered in despair,
"I don't know how to do it properly!"
"So now you learn
fast. Maybe I tell you how or maybe I
let you fail." He pointed at his
cock. "You start NOW."
Caitlin struggled
higher up the bed towards the apex of his thighs. His penis looked so huge, glistening at the
broad tip. She could see distended veins
slightly pulsing along the shaft. It was
disgusting! Since her abduction, she had
been made to endure oral rape many times but her mouth had been forced open
with rings on straps and there was nothing she could do to stop them. This was different. This time SHE had to pleasure her sadistic
captor and bring him off inside her mouth.
Oddly, the prospect of swallowing his semen did not distress her - the
first time a man had emptied his seed between her lips, she had found it slimy
but the taste was not so bad...like an oyster but less salty. No, it was having to 'give head' without
being forced. Caitlin took strange
comfort in the fact that he had threatened to cut out her tongue if she did not
do what he wanted. She was acting under
duress - that was a good defense in court.
She moved closer, struggled up and parted her lips to envelop his penis
but he smacked her on the top of her head.
"No-no, too
quick. You kiss balls first, you lick
slow, take time." He pushed her
down and leaned back. Caitlin choked
back a sob and did as she was told.
*****
Flying in the
helicopter from Rosario's mansion to Manhattan was an absolute nightmare for
Alexa. Wearing some baggy clothes
salvaged before all of Maria's possessions were incinerated in the basement,
she had been unfettered except for her collar, which was hidden under a
high-neck sweater. Alexa had then been
strapped into a seat squeezed between Guy and Alfonso. Lifting off from the ground was frightening
enough but hovering so high above the towering buildings illuminated against
the darkening sky was a dreadful torment.
Alexa fought unsuccessfully against memories of spinning and dangling
off the Organization's tower, of Miller's desperate, clawing hands before he
slid down and finally fell to his death.
She felt dizzy. She felt
sick. They were going to crash! She would fall out into the night air,
plummeting towards the ground...and death!
Alexa kept her eyes
tightly squeezed shut to help contain her terror. The noise was tremendous, even with the
headphones covering her ears. She groped
in self-imposed blindness until her fingers found what she sought in Guy's
strong arm. He gripped her reassuringly
in the comforting way a slave should be held - never by the hand, always firmly
around the wrist.
"C'mon, kid. It's over - we've landed." Guy released the safety harness and helped
her out onto the helipad. Hearing the
distant howl of police car sirens, Alexa made the mistake of opening her
eyes. They weren't on the ground - they
were high up on a ROOF! Her legs buckled
and she sagged down in shock.
Rosario watched her
little friend being carried to the elevator by the Organization's chief
assassin. Alexa had her arms wrapped
tightly about Guy's body and had buried her face in the side of his neck. "She is so emotional all the time,"
Rosario commented to her companion.
"Is Alexa mentally unstable?"
Gérard smiled. "Non.
Pétite Alexa is one of the toughest slaves I have known for coping with
extreme stress. Considering what she has
been through, she is remarkably sane!
No, it is merely a side-effect of her HET."
"Explain this
'HET' business." It was not a
question. Rosario expected a full
answer.
"Alexa was
sterilized after being enslaved. Her
ovaries were surgically removed, taking all the usual female hormones with
them. Without supplements she would
experience premature menopause."
Rosario's expression was unreadable but Gérard sensed she was not
pleased by his words. "She has a
subcutaneous slow-release gel strip that you can just feel if you press firmly
down on her upper left arm. It supplies
the exact balance of hormones and, ahh, some additional stimulants to keep her
aroused and at the peak of her sexual cycle - permanently 'in heat' if you
wish. I recommend you have the same
procedure done to Maria. The result is a
pliant, highly, ahh, responsive slave."
Rosario's voice
remained calm. "And did you store
the eggs?"
"Pardon?"
"Her eggs -
Alexa's ova. Were they frozen?"
"No, they would
be incinerated as surgical waste. Why do
you ask, Rosario?"
Rosario watched her
little friend being reassured by Guy and her own man, Alfonso. "Never mind, it does not matter
now. Come on." But it did matter. Her ward had been stripped of any chance of
motherhood and turned into a living sex doll.
Rosario was troubled by the cold fury in her heart - why did she care so
much about what had been done to the girl?
A calmer Alexa stood
in the center of the colorful displays and gaped in awe at the beautiful
clothes and accessories. She had only
once dared to look in one of the stores on Oxford Street but had been stopped
by Security, frisked for stolen goods, and then marched out of a back entrance,
as their products were 'not for the likes of your kind'. And now she was in a fabulous department with
exclusive access!
Rosario gently touched
her ward's shoulder. "Well, little
Alexa - what would you like to try on first?
What would your master like?"
"Please,
Rosar...umm, Padrona - I don't know."
Alexa gritted her teeth and fought down the emotional turmoil that
threatened to overwhelm everything. What
would Master Charles have chosen? She
could almost hear his voice...'A slave in clothing is like a gift begging to be
unwrapped'. Yes, that is it. "Umm, do they have any red leather
dresses please?"
Rosario threw back her
head and roared with laughter. "I very
much doubt Macy's will stretch to that!"
She grinned. "Alfonso, you
know that fetish boutique in Queens?"
"Si,
Padrona."
"Bene. Find the owner - wake her up if
necessary. We will be there in about an
hour to look over her entire stock. If
Alexa's master enjoys Fetish Couture, we will oblige him! In the meantime, however, I will help Alexa
select a few essential items from the lingerie department."
*****
"Remember this,
my little Guli? You are still tight,
like a young boy."
Guljana screamed in
agony into the filthy, knotted rope that had been forced into her mouth. Sharazai laughed and pushed his erection
deeper between his pretty victim's firm buttocks. She was hanging off the ground by her wrists
from a wooden beam. It pulled up the girl's
breasts nicely. Her ankles and knees
were tightly tied to keep her from thrashing her legs around. The boulder suspended from her feet helped
keep her soft backside as taut as possible.
Such a pity she had to die.
He reached around to
play with the ring through the flesh of Guljana's sex. It intrigued him that the Americans let their
females retain their little penises. How
did they keep them faithful and dutiful?
Did they not realize that it was through a woman's sexual parts that
Shaitan corrupted her inferior mind and feeble body? He pulled the little ring harder, enjoying
the muted shrieks from the girl. Perhaps
this was how the Americans kept their females loyal - by pain to their
sensitive parts. Maybe these infidels
were not as uncivilized as he had thought!
The moment had
arrived. This would be the last time
Sharazai emptied himself into the sweet, struggling body of the half-breed
girl. Soon, a red-hot poker would
replace his stiff cock. It would ensure
the she-devil could never again tempt another man away from righteousness, even
if she escaped from the torments of hell.
His rough hands slid up her belly to cup then cruelly squeeze her
pierced breasts as a final sigh of orgasmic pleasure escaped his lips. "Ahh...you could have borne me sons, my
little Guli. But my duty to Allah is
clear. Perhaps I will cleanse myself of
you by destroying your beautiful body."
He withdrew, selected
a heavy whip from the rack and walked around her trembling form, carefully
selecting where the first lash should strike.
"Such a pity..."
CRACK!!!
"Uhhhnnn!" A crimson arc of pain erupted across
Guljana's back.
WHACK!!!
"UUHHNN!
PLSS!" Another red line appeared
below the first one.
CRACK!!!
"NNNNN!
STPPP!" Guljana's squeals of pain
became more urgent as fiery weals cut into both her buttocks.
"Ahh, my little
Guli, I cannot stop. I must do this to
save my soul from eternal hell."
Sharazai moved around and drew back his arm, aiming the next strike
across her soft, inviting breasts.
As more blows from the
whip fell across her belly and thighs, Guljana's shrieks grew higher and
wilder. Her brutal attacker was
muttering verses from the Qu'ran while he systematically lashed her agonized
flesh. Her hands and feet were numb from
the ropes around her wrists and ankles.
She bit onto the hemp knot that partially filled her mouth and prayed
that she would soon lose consciousness.
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