HARVEST OF TEARS
CHAPTER 5
He talked in a relaxed, casual voice all the way through Rosario's imposing
mansion and Alexa was grateful for the reassurance. She twisted her head
slightly to look at the incredible collection of modern art along the brightly
lit passages. One caught her eye - even looking upside down, she felt she knew
the artist. But Guy was moving too quickly and the riot of color disappeared
from view. "Now listen closely, kid. You got off to a very bad start with
Rosario and now's your chance to put it right - you really don't want to fuck up
again, do you?" He emphasized his words by increasing his grip on her short
ponytail. All she could manage to do was a tiny shake of her head but it seemed
to satisfy him. They went through a doorway then she was left lying face down
on a polished floor for a moment while Guy did something out of view. But
before Alexa could take in her bearings he had returned and released the
padlocks between her ankle straps and knee straps. "Come on, kid, let's get you
up there." (Up? Up where?)
'Up there' turned out to be on the top of the largest dining table she had ever
seen - it stretched the length of the huge room. A strange pyramid of tubular
steel rested on a thick, foam mat in the center of the table - it was easily big
enough for her to sit inside. Guy helped her up to kneel on the mat and
attached the collar ring on the back of her harness to a clip dangling by a
short chain from the pyramid's apex. Alexa could only just kneel with her back
straight and her knees together, otherwise she would have swung forward in the
harness. But that was exactly what Guy intended. He swiftly tugged her right
thigh out to the side and locked the outer ring of her knee strap to the
pyramid's leg. There was nothing she could do when he also pulled her left
thigh out to the side and secured it in the same manner. The harness held her
up so her knees were about two inches above the table. Her cunt and ass felt
very full now since both dildoes were being forced even further into her body by
the tight crotch strap. Guy pulled both her feet back, locking her ankles
together to the rear leg of the pyramid so she could not even touch the dining
table with the tips of her toes! She felt her mono-glove being pulled taut
and heard a faint click - Guy must have secured the glove's ringed tip to the
same ring on the pyramid that held her ankles together. He raised her chin with
one finger and buckled a very high, stiff posture collar round her neck so she
couldn't bend her head to the sides or down. Guy slipped a slim device from his
jacket that looked like the remote control for a television and placed it out of
sight on the table between her parted thighs. "Yeah, you'll do nicely kid -
just remember my words and DON'T FUCK UP THIS TIME!!!"
Alexa was utterly immobilized, suspended and gagged - she couldn't disobey
anyone now even if she tried. He had left her there, hanging, waiting, trying
to shift her weight uncomfortably between her ankles and the harness but she
only succeeding in making both dildoes dig even deeper. If she kept very still
and relaxed her rapid breathing she didn't feel so agitated...but it didn't last
long - Alexa couldn't help bearing down and clenching her rectal and vaginal
muscles on the strange dildoes that filled her cunt and ass. And it was making
her feel so horny, so excited, so very...WHAT WAS THAT??? Something had rubbed
against her toes! Something soft, almost moist...something was on the table
behind her! Alexa couldn't move enough to see. She tried to peer down to her
left then to her right and caught a glimpse of silver-gray fur - there was an
ANIMAL right beside her! A large tail came into view then the creature was
rubbing INSIDE her left thigh! Finally, the largest cat she had ever seen moved
fully into her sight. It was absolutely beautiful. The cat observed her with
mild interest then proceeded to casually lick its paw.
Alexa watched her feline visitor and marveled at its size and immaculate coat.
She had loved cats for as long as she could remember but had never been allowed
a pet. For some reason, horrible memories seeped into her mind of the time she
had found a stray kitten and brought it home. Her drunken 'stepfather'
discovered the kitten hidden in an old shoe box in her bedroom when he had come
looking to do more dirty things to her and had decided to 'get rid of the filthy
vermin'. Alexa could only watch in mute horror as the struggling kitten - Sukie
- was submerged in the kitchen sink until it wasn't moving anymore. At the
tender age of eleven, Alexa had witnessed the cruel death of something she loved
- he had even left her to take the tiny limp body out of the water and bury it
at the bottom of their unkempt yard...
Her eyes felt heavy with ancient tears and the giant cat seemed to respond to
her distress - it stopped washing itself and came closer. Alexa struggled to
look down as the cat placed one paw on her thigh, raised itself up and stared
directly into her eyes. The cat slowly blinked as if to say 'I know...I
understand, human', then returned to its previous spot and carried on cleaning
its fur.
A side door opened and the cat sprang down to disappear from view. One of
Rosario's staff came into view and calmly began to set the table for two on
either side of her but he didn't show the slightest interest in Alexa - it was
as if she wasn't there! Several minutes later, the young maid from the hall
came in with some glasses on a silver tray. She made the crystal tremble as she
tried to avoid looking at the harnessed slave suspended above the table. But
for a brief second the girls' eyes locked together, nearly causing the maid
('Maria'? Yes, that's what Rosario had called her) to drop a priceless fluted
Venetian goblet in her panic. Then Alexa was left alone again to squint down at
the immaculately polished gold-rimmed crockery and cutlery that gleamed in the
corners of her eyes. How long was she being left here? Where were Rosario and
her master? Her crotch felt really uncomfortable where the taut strap rode
between her outer labia. She tried to relax her body again but couldn't stop
worrying what the control was for. She realized it had something to do with the
dildoes that Guy had inserted into her vagina and rectum but somehow understood
she wasn't going to be punished again. Alexa knew she must trust her master -
he would make sure she was all right. My master loves me...my master loves
me...my master loves me!
*****
Something was different, something was wrong. The steady throb of the ship's
engine seemed lower, almost like it was stopping. Caitlin huddled against
Juanita's fettered body and stared into the pitch black. After their horrific
multiple rape and torture by the crew and forced lesbian sex, they had been
hosed down on the deck with icy salt water then left in the lightless container
that was their cell. Caitlin hadn't even sobbed - she felt so numb inside
despite the awful pain in her privates and ass. She had realized this wasn't
just a kidnap for extortion or to influence her father - no, it didn't seem to
matter to her abusers that she was a Senator's daughter. It seemed stupid but
the thing that terribly frightened her even more than dying at their hands was
catching some dreadful disease like AIDS or getting pregnant. Caitlin knew the
same fears would be running through Juanita's mind, worsened by her grief over
her lost innocence - her strict Catholic upbringing, her chastity and morality
had been discarded like irrelevant trash. She had heard Juanita sobbing as she
tried to pray in her native Spanish but she kept breaking down, crying out
"SUCIO! SUCIO! SUCIO!" in anguished distress. She had gently asked the
weeping girl who or what 'Sucio' was - Juanita's whispered response was barely
audible and chilling in its meaning. "D-dirty - I am t-too dirty to
p-pray...m-my soul is d-damned!" Caitlin had cradled the blind girl in her arms
but didn't know what she could say to comfort her. Instead, she silently prayed
herself but it was for a quick death - her only hope for release from this awful
torture.
There seemed to be a lot of shouting going on. Then total silence - the engine
had stopped! Both girls clung to each other, barely daring to breathe. Then
there were more shouts and screams as a hail of very rapid banging thudded
against the side of the container, like it had been hit by...GUNFIRE!!! Juanita
started to scream in panic as the noise grew briefly louder then abruptly
ceased. Brilliant daylight suddenly flooded into the container making Caitlin
shield her eyes and wince in pain. The terrified girls were hauled out by
several armed Oriental men who leered and fondled their bodies. Caitlin cried
out in distress and terror as one of the men forced the hot muzzle of a gun
between her cunt lips. "Noooo, please d-don't pull the trigger...P-PLEASE
T-TAKE IT OUT!" He laughed then gripped her breast so hard she nearly collapsed
from the pain. But the gun was removed. Juanita was crying too - her wrist
chain had been yanked over her head and twisted around her neck. The men were
carrying her towards the upper deck with the barrel of a rifle forced between
her thighs. She could barely walk and the men holding up either end of the
rifle kept slapping her to keep her moving. Caitlin felt the sharp point of a
knife dig just under her jaw. Something heavy was being locked around her neck.
She was too frightened to struggle when her wrists were forced up and out before
being locked to the ends of the long rods that protruded from the sides of the
collar. It was the steel yoke that she had seen poor Juanita wear before the
sailors hung her up and raped her until she bled from her pussy and ass!
Caitlin squealed in misery - her toes could barely reach the steel deck as two
burly Orientals half-carried her in the vicious yoke.
On the upper deck, a tall Oriental man was shouting at the Russian captain. The
Russian was clutching his bleeding arm and defiantly shaking his head. The
Oriental threw down a partially opened plastic bag of brown powder and pointed a
pistol at the Captain's groin. "You think to make fun of Yakusa? You think we
buy this cut SHIT and not know? You DISHONOR me, you Russian FILTH!" He
emptied the revolver into the Russian's belly then motioned to his henchman.
Caitlin tried to look away as they dragged the still-moving Captain and threw
him overboard! The Oriental laughed and barked orders to his men who bowed and
shouted 'Hai, Hai!' before racing off across the deck. Then he turned to
examine the naked, shivering girls and slowly smiled...
*****
Gentle fingers stroked a stray wisp of hair off her cheek and tucked it behind
her ear. Alexa blinked to clear the sleep from her eyes and focused on the
smiling face of her Master. How long had she dozed off - she hadn't even heard
him coming into the room. "Let's just check..." He pushed his little finger in
under the ball in her mouth then nodded with satisfaction. "One of the reasons
I trust Guy with your welfare, little Alexa, is his attention to detail - a less
experienced or careless trainer might have omitted to secure your tongue
piercing to the ball but he has not." He frowned and continued. "We once lost
an excellent slave who fainted and choked on her own tongue while gagged,
Rosario - I had just finished breaking her and a thoughtless guard left her too
long unattended. What a damned waste!" Alexa tried to press her head against
his hand but the stiff collar around her neck prevented any movement and his
fingers had gone. All she could do was to look into his eyes, hoping her master
would somehow understand she loved and trusted him completely. As he moved to
the side, she could see Rosario watching her and smiling broadly. She was
wearing some sort of black leather outfit that fitted her like a glove. And she
was holding a folder - a folder that had HER slave number on the spine!
"Well...I must say this is the most wonderful center-piece this room has ever
seen - certainly beats fruit and flowers, Charles!" Rosario came forward and
peered closely between Alexa's quivering thighs. "What ARE those devices - are
they for pain or pleasure?"
"Both."
"Really? In what order?"
"Simultaneously - wait and see, Rosario. Please don't spoil the show by
guessing too much!" He grinned at her eager, hungry expression and sat down.
Rosario responded by throwing back her head and laughing in a way Alexa found
slightly disturbing. "Oh my dear Charles, you are so good for me!" She sat
opposite her Master on Alexa's left. Rosario had opened the folder and began
laying the contents out on the table in full view. There were photos of Alexa:
as a smiling, trusting infant; as a shy, uncertain toddler; as a somber, fearful
child; as an anxious, haunted schoolgirl; as a pale, drawn adolescent - unable
to even look at the camera...then the profile shots when she came round after
her drugged abduction - terrified, miserable and confused. Finally, a large
picture of her kneeling naked, fettered and chained at someone's feet - it must
have been her first master - and it was taken at her Collaring & Branding
ceremony! She had a flower in her hair and was holding a plain wooden feeding
bowl with both cuffed hands. And her face shone with a look of shocked wonder,
of inexplicable hope and joy...as if she had just woken up from a dreadful
nightmare to the brightness of a new day. Rosario continued to place other
items on the dining table - some certificates that Alexa was too far away from
to identify, a sheaf of closely typed documents and finally...her notebook from
Armando's apartment! With a calculating glance Rosario studied her reactions at
each point in the deliberate display, then she finally picked up the documents
and began to read aloud. Her master said nothing but poured wine for himself
and his hostess. "Interesting...certificate of sterility, certificate of HIV
immunity - Charles, you know there would be a national riot if word of the
vaccine leaked out. Hmm...registration of brand, slave number and bar code.
Where is the identity implant located?" Her master placed one finger over his
lips, leaned across to Rosario - who responded by also leaning forwards - and
whispered in her ear. "OH! GOODNESS ME!" Rosario turned to look at Alexa and
grinned in an almost predatory manner before returning to the documents. "And,"
she paused and looked right at Alexa's face, "does my ward know about her
cousins?" (COUSINS??? Ohh no, NO! What had happened to Nikki and Julie?
What about her aunt? What...)
"My little slave has not seen them - the older cousin came searching for Alexa
just after she was harvested. Our men spotted her and collected Nicola when she
was considered ready. I believe the younger cousin, Julie-Ann, was taken about
two months ago and is still in London waiting to be auctioned. Her older sister
was part of a block export to the Middle East - I know the buyer but I do not
know if she is still one of his slaves." (OHH MY GOD - N-Nikki's a slave too?
A-And JULIE - b-but they're t-too YOUNG for all this!) Her master had noticed
her increasing agitation and reached over to wipe away the solitary tear that
had snaked down her cheek. "You are not to blame, little one. Perhaps I can
arrange a reunion with your cousins some day - would you like that?" She
managed a tiny nod in the restrictive posture collar and twisted in her harness
but it didn't help ease the feelings in her cunt and ass...or the ache in her
heart for her poor young cousins. (Ohhh Nikki, if only you hadn't come looking
for me...ohhh I'm so, so sorry. And Julie - ohhh Julie would be so frightened!
And Auntie Faye - she would be heartbroken to lose them!) Alexa closed her eyes
in despair, unable to quell the mute sob and the floods of tears that streamed
down her face. Everyone she loved got hurt - everyone who was ever kind to
her...and it was all her fault!
Rosario watched as Alexa writhed in obvious distress at the bombshell that her
cousins had also been enslaved. "She seems to do a hell of a lot of crying,
Charles - are all your Organization's slaves like that?"
"The hormone enhancement drugs do make them very emotional and prone to tears.
But this is more than hormonal, Rosario - you have read the file. My slave has
been through so much." He was holding her face with both hands. "Alexa, listen
to me." She opened her eyes and searched his strong, wonderful face.
"Alexa...my little one, you have to let go of all this pain. You are only a
slave yet you seem to carry the world's troubles on your shoulders! Your are
NOT responsible - I am!" Alexa stared in shock at the rueful grin on her
beloved master's face. "I decided to let you live, I took you to the USA, I
chose to test you in New York...and you have never failed me as indeed you never
failed your first master." He stroked her cheek. "Slave, you have made your
master proud!" He smiled and lifted up the remote control device. "Enough of
this - I have a special treat here. It will help you forget everything that
seems to haunt you. We will start on the gentlest, lowest setting..." She
struggled to look at the slim unit. He was pointing it towards her belly...he
was turning a small dial, adjusting a setting...he was pressing a button...
UUUUOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
The strange dildoes in her cunt and ass had suddenly come to life. But they
didn't vibrate, didn't move - they TINGLED in a shimmering sort of feeling that
sent wild thrills through her quivering belly. OHH MY G-GODDDDDDD! I'M G-GOING
T-TO C-CUUUUUUUUUUUUM!!!!! It was happening so fast, so intense and it wasn't
stopping! Then she remembered Guljana's ecstatic moans when she was broken by
Alexa's master - 'Ultrasonics', he'd called it - high frequency something or
other. Ohh the look on Guljana's face as she succumbed to the intense
sensations when she had eagerly lowered herself onto just the tips of the
dildoes...but THESE dildoes were secured deep INSIDE Alexa's shaking body!
A-And the sensations were getting STRONGER - if this was the lowest setting,
w-what w-w-would t-t-t-the n-n-n-n-next...
OOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHH!!!!!!!!!!
