2nd Chance - The Organization Series 3

SECOND CHANCE

Chapter 16 - EPILOG

"Failed again, slave." Gina screamed in pain and chewed hard on the rubber ball he had jammed back into her mouth. Her eyes were covered by a tight blindfold that shut out all light. Her ankles were kept apart by a pole with stiff leather cuffs at either end. Her neck was locked in a thick leather collar at the center of another pole. Her wrists were caught in more cuffs at each end. She had been forced to kneel while a man held her by her ponytail and made her give him head. She'd resisted at first, cursing and swearing and spitting like an animal but they'd pulled her up by chains from the ends of the wrist cuffs, stretching her until her toes barely touched the floor. The ball was strapped in her mouth then the flogging began. After each whipping, she was made to kneel and service another man with her mouth. Every time ended in more whipping - was this the tenth or eleventh time? She had lost count in her agony and despair. Gina had eventually given up fighting and tried everything to please and satisfy them - she sucked, licked and took them as far down her throat as she could manage. She swallowed every last drop of their cum and lapped them clean - it was never enough to prevent another punishment!

She jerked uselessly as the long strands of the cat licked inside her shaking thighs. "That last effort was pitiful - you obviously learned very little from Alexa." This time the cat lashed upwards between her splayed legs, one thong cutting deeply along the center of her cunt. She screamed and lost her footing as the whip lashed inside her sex. "Call yourself a hooker - did you give it away or did you have to PAY your clients to screw you?" Master Leroy forced her head up with a strong, painful grip on her hair. "I can't imagine WHAT my friend Charles saw in you - you're a useless, clumsy failure of a slut." Gina sobbed at his cruel words. "I don't have time to waste on gutter-sluts like you! Best thing we can do with trash like this is dispose of it." She mewed piteously, desperately afraid for her life. "What's that?" He turned back and loosened the ball gag. "Did you have something to tell me, SLAVE-SLUT?"

Gina sobbed and coughed as the ball was pulled out of her mouth. "Oh please don't kill me! I don't wanna die! Please Leroy, I..."

"MASTER Leroy!"

"Uh, m-master Leroy...please, uhh will ya t-teach m-me whadya want me t-to...to do?" Her voice trailed off in shock at what she'd just said.

Leroy slackened his grip on her hair and paused. "You know, that's the first intelligent thing you've said since we met." He gently stroked her cheek. "Perhaps we CAN make something of you - get her thoroughly cleaned up, please and delivered to my apartment." He turned back to address the shaking Latino beauty. "And then you can explain your paintings, Gina - they are really quite good." She gasped in surprise at his unexpected praise, her initial terror and dejection now tinged with faint hope!

*****

She couldn't read the newspaper that was lying under her bare body. That was the worst thing of all - she guessed it was some sort of Cyrillic writing, maybe Russian but she didn't know. It was on the floor of a horrible, tiny wire cage, not big enough to lie straight in. Caitlin forlornly stared out through the mesh at the group of men playing cards round a nearby table. She could feel a deep throbbing coming up through the floor and the room seemed to be swaying very slowly up and down. She had gradually regained consciousness in this cage, realizing in horror that she was naked with her wrists and ankles locked together somehow behind her body. There was a tight strap round her face and something hard and round was stuck inside her mouth. The heavy band round her neck was somehow pulling her back whenever she moved her wrists to ease the strain on her arms. She twisted her head and tried to look down through her tear-filled eyes. She could just make out a tight leather strap that cruelly squeezed her belly just above her hips and another strap running down from the front that disappeared between her legs. It hurt inside her lower regions whenever she moved and she felt unpleasantly...filled. FILLED? It was like there was something hard digging in between her buttocks. And something big was pushing up further round, spreading her privates wide like...like a DILDO! Her mind raced in panic - if they were kidnappers why were they treating her like this? Surely they would get more from her father if she was unharmed or...if she wasn't a hostage, why was she being held prisoner like a dog, no like a, like a SLAVE! OH GOD - WHITE SLAVERS!

Caitlin sobbed and tried to curl into a tiny ball. It hurt so much and she desperately needed to pee - she was caged like an animal and she wanted it all to go away. She closed her eyes, praying the nightmare would stop but when she opened them again it was still there! One of the men had noticed she was becoming agitated. He came across and unlocked the front of the cage. His face was hard and uncaring as he explored her breasts with calloused fingers. Caitlin mewed in protest - nobody had ever fondled her so roughly! It only made the man laugh harshly and call something to his colleagues. There was a shouted reply but the only word she understood was "American". Something skidded across the steel floor and the man picked it up. It was like two tiny clamps attached to the ends of a short chain. The man started unscrewing the jaws then reached for her left breast. She squealed in horrified disbelief when he pinched the tip between his finger and thumb to make it harden then fitted the first clamp and started to tighten it. Caitlin shook her head and tried to beg him to stop but her frantic noises were ignored. Now the second clamp was squeezing shut! The man tugged on the center of the chain as if checking the clamps were on properly then began to twist the screws even tighter. The pain was awful! Caitlin shrieked and writhed but no mercy was shown by this horrible stranger. He suddenly pushed his hand inside her thighs and reached up between her buttocks. A fierce tingling erupted in her back passage! Caitlin squealed in shock and pain. His hand was moving under her body - she could feel his fingers turning something. PAIN!!! AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEE!!! Caitlin couldn't believe such agony was possible and bit down on the round thing in her mouth for any possible relief. Her belly was on fire - she lost control and wet herself. The man put a padded leather strap over her eyes and tightened it round her head until everything was black. She could feel a hood being pulled down over her head too - what if she suffocated or choked? The cage door was pushed shut against her knees. Caitlin howled and panted in distress, alone with the excruciating pain inside her cunt and ass. Her abused privates felt like they were burning inside! Daddy, oh Daddy - pleeeeeeeese make it stop, PLEEESE make it go away! I can't bear it, its m-making m-me C-C-CUMMMMMM a-and it H-HURTS!!!

*****

"My condolences on the tragic death of your brother - such a shame." The Senator passed a Tequila across to the young Arab but the youth's attention was focused on a group of laughing slaves playing volleyball on the beach.

"Yes-yes, most unfortunate but he was doing what he loved when he died." Assad couldn't keep his eyes off the small blonde who was the only one dressed in any clothes, a short t-shirt barely covering her upper back.

The Senator smiled as he followed the youth's gaze. "She is a rather special house-slave, very skilled in the oral arts - shall I summon her?"

"Ahh, please do!"

"Elona, ELONA? HEEL!" The girl immediately dropped the volleyball and ran to kneel before them, eyes lowered in respect. "Good slave - have you met the new crown prince?" The reaction was sudden and alarming. Elona whimpered and cowered in fear. "Ahh, I forgot - Elona was not very well treated by your brother, Assad."

Crown prince Assad sighed. "Come here to me, girl - do not be frightened," He leaned down as she timidly crept near and whispered. "I am not like my brother - do not be afraid, Elona." She looked up into his dark eyes, searching for reassurance. "Why do you wear this t-shirt? What are you concealing, pretty slave?" She pulled it off to reveal the lattice of white lines - the fading remnants of the severe beating she had received several weeks earlier. "I think this is my late brother's handiwork, yes?" She lowered her head, too fearful to reply. "Put the garment back on and protect your back from the sun. And please attend my suite after dinner - Elona, you are very pretty!" She looked up in joy and relief, and then crept away to join her sisters.

The Senator raised his glass as the young man turned to watch the game. "An excellent choice, your highness - Elona is a fine slave and has served me very well in the past until I acquired a girl of my own!"

The slave in question grinned and trotted across the beach towards the verandah. She loved Antigua. The whole idea of an island still amazed her and she delighted in the cove's gently sloping beach and warm, salty air. She knew her beloved Senate-master thought her foolish for bringing him so many shells - she would call them 'sea treasures' and he would accept them with a smile and pat her head. Guljana noticed a new slave who knelt by the shore. She was tethered by a long collar chain to a nearby tree and had short-cropped hair. She was staring motionless out to sea, obviously still adjusting to her new collar. Guljana ran the last few yards towards her wonderful master but stopped abruptly at the familiar voice of a tall man talking to the Senator - master Charles! She knelt at the verandah steps with her head down and waited. "...Physically, yes but still badly affected by the trauma - if things don't improve I'm afraid it would be more merciful to put her to sleep. Its as though that bastard shattered her spirit and I don't know how to ease her suffering."

"Ah, my dear - look who's come to see us!" Guljana crept forward and put her forehead down to the wooden floor, the shells forgotten.

"Well! What a radiantly beautiful slave you have become!" She dared to glance briefly up at master Charles and smiled. "You've changed...somehow." He looked closer at her sleek lines, her thick, golden mane and the tiny, delightful way her body shifted under his gaze. "Your collar obviously suits you - very nice. You are a credit to your master, Guljana."

"A slave thanks Master Charles of...for his kindness." Guljana kept her head lowered.

"And your English is much better!"

"A slave's beloved Senate-master has teached it - uhh, taught it well, sir."

The Senator smiled and leaned across to whisper at his friend. "Charles, call her 'Guli' - watch her reaction."

Master Charles walked towards the dusky slave and lifted her chin. "Good girl, good little...Guli!" Her eyes immediately sparkled. She took a deep breath and laughed joyously from her belly. Both men smiled at the naked girl. She was utterly immersed in her submission - a happy, contented and devoted slave.

But Guljana kept looking up at master Charles while the men talked. She obviously wanted to speak but knew she had to wait. "What is it, little slave?" She looked troubled and uncertain. "Speak up, Guli."

"Uhh, a s-slave asks about...her sister, about Alexa - if she is still in hopsital - 'hos-pi-tal'?" Guljana hadn't been allowed to see her dear friend. She heard that Alexa had been rushed to a private clinic but nothing more - was she still alive? Master Charles paused, looked at the Senator then slowly turned his head. Guljana trembled and followed his gaze. He was looking out to sea, no - he was looking at the girl chained on the beach! "Oh! OHH! Oh please may this slave to go see her s-sister? PLEASE, PLEASE!!!" Her Senate-master nodded and watched his slave rush down towards the girl. Guljana stopped a few feet behind her special friend. Alexa was still looking at the horizon, still kneeling where she had been put. Very gently, very slowly, Guljana moved to crouch behind the girl. Then she wrapped her arms from behind around her precious friend's small body.

Alexa looked down at the olive-skinned arms and thick, blonde hair that cascaded from the head that pressed against her own. For the very first time since she came round in Intensive Care, a little slave managed to cry properly. Her cruelly silenced sobs nearly broke Guljana's heart but she hung on tight and wailed for them both. Alexa turned and hugged her sister-slave as they wept together by the sea. Her companion gasped in shock at the fading red line across her throat where her ruined larynx had been removed. Alexa could not meet her gaze and tearfully shook her head as delayed grief suddenly overwhelmed her. She clung on desperately to her friend for comfort. Neither master intervened - they knew this was something their slaves had to do without them...

The Senator looked again through the two-way mirror at the sleeping girls cradled together in each other's arms. His colleague raised the bottle of fifty-year old The Macallan single malt and re-filled their glasses. "Charles, does little Alexa really have to be chained at all times?"

"You heard what the Council decided - by rights any slave who causes death or injury should be immediately killed. I thought I'd lost the vote AND my property...then the President intervened." His friend looked stunned by this revelation. "Yes, she risked a severe beating for my slave by speaking without permission! But Carol-Ann said we would be no better than Miller if we executed Alexa. Our remarkably perceptive President also pointed out that Miller had in fact betrayed the Organization while my slave had shown the utmost loyalty. She said that Alexa deserved only praise and not punishment." He smiled at the memory of how a trembling Carol-Ann had challenged his fellow Council members by her impassioned speech. "So this is a compromise - the sentence of death will be lifted in a year's time but she must be tethered or fettered at all times. If Alexa resists or shows any aggression she WILL be killed!"

The Senator sighed and nodded. His Guljana was cradling the smiling Alexa in her arms. The girls began to kiss passionately as they eagerly explored each other's bodies. "And does she know about her inheritance - about the Family?"

"Yes, and she even met her trustee in the clinic - Rosario is very interested in my slave and showed her great kindness. But until today she has made no effort to communicate with anybody since regaining consciousness - this is the first time she has shown interest in anyone other than myself." Master Charles smiled and raised his glass. "I have a feeling things have taken a turn for the better, my friend - in no small part due to your delightful slave." The erotic reunion scene through the mirror was fascinating and heartwarming. "And," he grinned while holding up the bottle, "I have never been so glad to win a bet in my life!"

THE END…of this tale...but not of The Organization Series!

(a humble slave offers heartfelt thanks to the many F/friends who have aided and encouraged her, particularly the real-life but sadly deceased master Charles, master Gary Roberts - one of the finest BDSM artists ever, her sister-slave theresa, and, of course, to her own beloved master Phil who guides her and permitted her to write this little tale...)