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SECOND CHANCE
Chapter 5
By the time the limo's engine stopped, Alexa was whimpering in agony. She had terrible pins and needles in her hands; her head and body were overheating in the suffocating catsuit and hood, and her crotch felt like it was on fire. She was desperate for the toilet and terribly thirsty. And she was very frightened.
The whispered threat by that cruel guard was still ringing in her ears. What if she failed to please her new master? What if he sent her to...him?! A rush of cool air bathed the girls as the trunk was opened. Alexa was lifted out and placed on her feet but her legs gave way immediately. She tried to stand in response to the shouting and tugging on her collar but her knees kept buckling under her body. There were strong hands on her upper arms and she felt somebody lifting her feet by the ankle chain - she was being carried face down! It was impossible to tell where they were going but she recognized the harsh metallic click of a heavy lock. Alexa lay sprawled on a hard floor waiting, still fettered. There was a ragged gasp to her left and something flopped against her side - was it Guljana? The cuffs were being unlocked. Alexa felt a surge of relief, slowly moving her hands down her back to lie at her sides. He legs were freed too. Now the rear of the belt was being unlocked. They turned her over. The front lock clicked open then...pain! Ohh the awful pain as the dildoes slid out of her ravaged pussy and backside! Her shrieks were muted by the deep gag and the hood but they still slapped her into miserable silence.
When the hood and gag finally came off, Alexa blinked in the harsh light and looked around. The Afghani girl was crouching next to her, panting and trying to get up. Like Alexa, she had been freed but her collar remained - also secured by a long chain to a ring on the cell wall. And it was small, about six feet square, barred on three sides with a rough stone end. There was one thin plastic mattress with a blanket, one slop bucket and one large bowl of water. A tiny camera pointed down from the roof outside the cage.
Two men were standing outside, two strangers in black uniforms. One pointed to Alexa. "Get that suit off cunt, feed it through the bars - NOW!" Alexa feebly tugged open the zips and struggled to undress herself. He snatched away her catsuit and peered down at her, curiously examining her piercings and brand. "Now settle yourself and this other slave - you obviously know the routine." He looked Alexa's cellmate over then turned to his colleague. "What the hell sort of a name is 'Guljana' anyway?" He pointed at Alexa. "You best keep her right or you'll be punished same as her if she puts a foot wrong!" They walked out of the room, leaving the girls staring at one another.
Guljana's chin trembled. "Alexa, I scare am - what the mans say? Why you scare also so much?"
She managed a weak smile for the anxious girl. "Look it's OK, just rest - you take the blanket. D-don't worry!" It didn't work - the sight of tears trickling down Guljana's face was too much. They wept together, they hugged, and they kissed...
...Alexa sat huddled at the end of the mattress and fondly smiled down at the curled-up girl next to her. She looked so innocent there, sleeping with her mouth slightly open. Careful not to disturb her, Alexa slowly climbed over and reached for the water dish.
"I am waken, s-sister." Alexa smiled at being called that. The dusky beauty smiled back then looked down in horror between her thighs. She wailed and buried her face in her hands.
"Guljana - what's wrong?" Alexa moved closer, watching the girl trying to cover herself with the blanket. "What is it?"
"I-I am bleed! M-my time bleed! No cloths!" She hid her face in shame.
Alexa's jaw fell. She knew Guljana would be in terrible trouble! "H-has it stopped?"
"Yes - think yes!"
The main door to the cellblock was being unlocked! "Quick, give me the blanket - hurry!" Alexa snatched the soiled blanket and wrapped it round her waist. She crouched down in the corner as one of the men came over.
"You - what are you up to? Give that here!" Alexa quickly pushed the blanket between the bars. He held it open to reveal a dark red stain then dropped it to the floor. "Why you dirty little bitch! Get out here NOW!" He unlocked the cage door, freed Alexa's collar from the long chain and hauled her out to kneel at his feet. "On your back, grip your ankles and open your knees!" He stood with his feet on either side of her arms, facing her thighs and held the tip of a crop along her cleft! She closed her eyes and turned her head away from the cell. "Get that head back! Eyes open! Now, you filthy little slut - how many strokes is that worth?"
Alexa stared miserably at Guljana who was gripping the cell bars in terror. This was so cruel - if she said a number too low, she would be punished harder for insolence. If it were too high, she would be given every stroke she had suggested! "I, err, th-this slave begs t-ten please?" He was frowning down at her. "Umm, f-fifteen p-please?" He was still frowning! "T-t-twenty?..." Her voice trailed off in horror at the prospect of being beaten between her thighs so many times!
He was smiling cruelly down at her, rubbing the length of the crop between her labia. "That's too many, dirty cunt - even for filth like you! Too much damage where you're useful - we'll stop at twelve but I actually only had six in mind!" He raised the crop and turned to Guljana. "You can count for us, pretty little foreign bitch. You'll learn from this filthy cunt's punishment!"
Guljana barely understood what the man was saying but she knew something dreadful was going to happen. Alexa was protecting her - she was taking the blame for messing the blanket! He wanted her to count but she didn't know past five in English. "Please Mister Sir, I not know count much! She is c-clean - I am dir..."
"Shut the fuck up and start counting!"
WHACK!
The crop whistled through the air to land perfectly inside Alexa's outer lips. She cried in abject pain and tensed for the next blow. "Come on, Afghan cunt - that's one, now say it!"
"One! Please..."
WHACK!
"Twos! Ohhh please not..."
WHACK!
"Th-three! Not! Please Mister Sir, is not Alexa make..."
"Shut up, Afghan cunt!"
Alexa held her breath, waiting for the fourth agonizing blow. He was pushing the tip of the crop against her abdomen, low down on the left. "That little scar - just like the other side...bitch, you've been sterilized haven't you?" She nodded, whimpering, as he pressed harder where her ovary should have been. "So why are you bleeding? Slave, are you ill?" He looked across at Guljana, noticing the dark streaks on the inside of her thighs. "It wasn't you was it - it's her!" He stared down, puzzled and annoyed. "Why did you take the rap for that, cunt? You're gonna answer to your master for this! And if you ever pull a stunt like that again I'll double the beating - understand me?"
"Y-yes Sir! S-sorry Sir!" Alexa tried to keep still while he sawed the crop along her bruised cunt. He stepped across her and pulled her back into the cell, pausing to re-lock her collar to the long chain. He turned and gripped Guljana's hair making her cry before slapping her hard across her face. She wept and cowered in the corner when he released her. The other man had returned with two stainless steel bowls and set them down on the cell floor.
"Now eat your food, cunts - no hands mind and be quick about it! You've both got a busy day and I want you in the showers in five minutes. If you don't finish your meals they'll be taken away and you'll miss the next one!" He slammed the cage door shut and locked it. Alexa limped across to hunker down in front of the dish and looked at the gray lumpy mess. She put her face down and tasted it with the tip of her tongue - sort of meaty, sort of bitter but edible. She was starving and it was all they would get anyway so she began to nibble.
Guljana crept closer and gingerly put her finger towards her dish. "NO HANDS, BITCH!" She jumped and quickly withdrew her arm. As she crouched down, her long blonde hair fell into the bowl. She gathered her mane into one hand and started to awkwardly lap up the thick sludge. It tasted so strange! Both girls cleared their dishes until the insides gleamed. They took turns at the water dish and knelt side by side. Alexa felt Guljana's fingers searching for her hand and squeezed them tightly to stop them trembling.
"Get those hands raised in front for cuffing!" Alexa immediately held her arms up with her wrists crossed, nodding to Guljana to copy her. The men entered their cell and secured each girl with handcuffs, leg irons and ball gags. Alexa struggled up in response to the sharp tug on the short chain that now hung from the front of her collar. Guljana stood too, bumping against her fellow-captive as they were led out of the cell room. They had to trot very quickly as their ankle chains were too short to walk at a normal pace. At the end of the corridor, there was a large alcove with showerheads, strange-looking hoses, a shiny tubular beam at waist height and horrible stainless steel devices on a metal trolley. Worse still, were the rings embedded in the floor beneath the beam. Once secured, a girl would be vulnerable to anything in here!
"Bend over the bar, arms and heads down - MOVE IT, CUNTS!" Alexa silently obeyed and hung forward while her ankle and wrist cuffs were locked to the floor rings so she was stretched and splayed. Unfortunately, Alexa was too short and couldn't even touch the floor with her fingers or toes. It was then that it suddenly dawned on her - she was being treated like a new girl! She was going to be broken all over again! She began to tremble and couldn't stop the tears falling down her face. She stared down at the red tiled floor and watched the first drip splash from her cheek. Her tummy hurt and her hands and feet felt numb.
Guljana dumbly stood in shock and had to be forced to bend over the bar. She cried in terror while they separated her wrists and ankle cuffs before stretching her limbs apart and securing her for the next ordeal. Both girls strained to see what was going on. When Alexa looked between her legs and saw the men undressing, she knew what was going to happen! There was absolutely nothing either girl could do - gagged, cuffed, bent and splayed over the steel tube. Alexa tensed as bare legs stood behind her, feeling strong hands on her hips then, without any foreplay, one of the men swiftly penetrated her cunt. It hurt terribly but she didn't cry out. He was the first man to fuck her since her old master had died and she felt very strange - sort of guilty and relieved.
Poor Guljana took it very badly though - she screamed frantically while her hymen was ripped apart as a thick penis violated her virginal cunt. The man seemed to like her screams - he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up and back, making her squeal even louder. Strangely, when the men withdrew from the girls' cunts and started to rape them anally, it was Alexa who cried out while Guljana was silent. Alexa was still sore inside from the awful belt she had worn during the journey. Guljana was reeling in shock - her body had trembled inside when the man put his thing in her pussy. It hadn't just been the brutal discomfort - it was something else but what? Her body had reacted and not just from pain! The men took their time, occasionally commenting on their victims' responses...
Alexa hung limply over the bar, feeling the trickle of his cum sliding down her thigh. They freed her and removed all her fetters except for the collar. She was even allowed to remove her gag. One of the men pointed at the shower then went to assist his colleague with the weeping Afghani girl. Alexa picked up a hose and gently pushed the slender tip between her labia. Guljana struggled wildly at the first touch of the shaver and went rigid while the wispy curls over her pussy were trimmed away. The cream that followed smelled awful and stung her newly shaved mons while it destroyed all the stubble to leave her smooth down below. Her armpits were given the same treatment.
Alexa took a deep breath and let it out slowly while she pushed the tip past her anus. She hated doing it but if she didn't, the men would take over and hurt her more. Once she had finished, she lathered her hair and body then stood under the strong spray. "You can wash out your cell-mate, cunt! And make a good job of it too or you'll suffer!"
Alexa stared at the wild eyes of Guljana then knelt behind her shaking body. "Sir? I...this slave thinks her sister's still a virgin - do you still want..."
"Not any longer, cunt! Anyway, who fucking cares about her precious virginity? Get her cleaned in and out so I can inspect her!"
It was awful but she had no choice. Guljana wailed and struggled as the pointed tip of the hose began to push past her freshly torn hymen. Alexa tried to be as gentle as she could but knew the girl was going through physical and mental agony. Guljana was silent and relaxed while her back passage was flushed out. Alexa soaped Guljana's body and hair, taking her time with the lather, soothing her friend as best she could before rinsing her off. She stood back and turned away when one of the men inserted a speculum into Guljana's vagina and examined her with a torch. By this time, the Afghani girl was whimpering again. Satisfied, he removed the device and freed her. Guljana held onto Alexa and cried bitterly. They were made to rinse each other again then dry off with towels.
"Good! Now you cunts can run along and play until you're called. Follow me." He strode ahead, not even bothering to check if they were following. He unlocked a door, pushed them through then locked it behind them. Alexa and Guljana just stood there, utterly amazed by the sight...
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