ENCOUNTER WITH DESTINY - PART 2
By slave ruthie
The sound of the rapidly departing limousine had completely trailed away. A
heavy metallic grinding sound echoed around her as a shutter sealed her from any
possible escape. In the empty hollow silence, Alexa realized she didn't even
know her American abductor's name. She looked around the bare concrete walls
and shivered again - it was too cold to be standing around naked for long and
she really needed to pee. But she was stuck - gagged, fettered and secured to a
ring several feet above her head by a leather leash from the front of the metal
collar around her neck. Her heart was racing, beating so fiercely she could
even hear the rushing of her pulse ringing in her ears. Why wasn't she more
frightened? Alexa tried to make sense of her chaotic feelings - she had just
been attacked, knocked out, abducted, stripped naked, chained, and gagged! And
yet she wasn't overwhelmed by shock or terror. Yes, she was scared...but the
American man in the big car had affected her in a way she had never, ever
experienced before. Alexa couldn't help feeling that something terribly
important was now connecting her to this man...something so deep, so profound,
and so special that it overrode any despair or terror in her heart. Alexa
couldn't understand it but she somehow felt she had always known him - strange,
it was almost as if... She suddenly began to wonder if the silly romantic
stories Aunt Faye loved to read might just be true - that there really could be
such things as love at first sight. Ohh, it didn't make any sense - she was so
confused and uncertain and tired and cold and...and she really REALLY needed to
pee.
It felt as if she had been standing and waiting for ages and STILL nobody had
come for her. What if she had been forgotten? Alexa stared up at the knotted
leather leash high above her head. If they left her until the morning, she
would become too tired to remain standing and she might choke to death! In
rising panic at the horrible thought, she tried to twist and pull herself away
from the ring. The leather was too strong but she tried again and jerked harder
while yanking her wrists down behind her back - nothing! She tugged again and
again, weeping in frustration and growing fear. Finally, there was a tiny
sensation that some stitching had given way just a little...she frantically
jerked and pulled and worried at the leash until without warning it suddenly
broke at her collar, making her fall to the ground. Luckily, her head didn't
hit the concrete but she was badly shaken and sobbed in fright. What should she
do - wait under the ring or look for someone to take her into the warmth? The
ground was so hard and cold - she would catch a chill if she didn't get up and
keep moving. And she really HAD to pee. In a daze, Alexa struggled up and
began to move around the large covered area - it was like being in a deserted
multi-story car park but she couldn't tell if she was above or below ground.
And there were large metal doors that prevented her from leaving this level.
Ohh, if she didn't have a pee very soon she would wet herself! Alexa hobbled
over to a grating in the floor and tried to work out how to relieve herself - if
she knelt over the grating and leaned back? No, she'd fall and soak herself.
Finally, Alexa squatted and tried to keep her balance while aiming but it was so
difficult with the cuffs and chains on. Al she could do was crouch with her
ankles as far apart as the fetters would allow and keep her head right down.
Somehow she kept herself dry but barely managed to aim the spray of hot,
steaming urine anywhere near the grate. And she couldn't wipe herself down
below either so resorted to doing several short jumps in a feeble attempt to
shake the last drops from between her legs. She felt like a tiny child trying
to hide an accident but knowing in her heart she would be found out and harshly
punished for being 'dirty'. To her immense relief, the puddle wasn't directly
under a light and was slowly draining away into the grate. If only it wasn't so
cold...all she could do was hobble aimlessly around the enclosed concrete
chamber - moving to keep warm, hoping someone would come and find her while at
the same time dreading what their arrival might bring.
*****
He must have read the same page at least four times! The almost deserted
first-class cabin of the jet was in near darkness, save for Stephen's reading
light. There were no distractions to blame for his lapsed concentration - damn!
Why on earth had he allowed himself to become involved with that skinny kid from
the cafe - far too thin and plain when he could have the pick of the crop and
beautiful, compliant slave girls were in plentiful supply. He stared down at
the critical report on hidden nuclear devices in North American cities - only a
handful had been successfully located and neutralized... the young girl's face
seemed to look up as though she knelt with her head resting in his lap. DAMN!
How in HELL did he become so affected by a mere kitchen-slut? He sighed and put
down the report, knowing he would not be on best form during the crucial summit
at NATO headquarters - and the Russians would be trying every trick at their
disposal to secure the most favorable settlement before decommissioning their
'missing' ICBMs. He lost his train of thought yet again while wondering what
was happening to his new property. He had left strict instructions in London
that no-one should begin to break her into slavery, no-one should train her, and
that no-one should use her for sexual gratification - she was HIS to break, HIS
to train and HE ALONE would be the one who took pleasure from her body. DAMN -
which page had he just been reading?!
*****
Alexa jumped at the sound of a lift motor from behind her - someone was coming!
The shutter doors began to open - a large, black van came into view. Alexa
stumbled into a shadowy corner and tried to crouch down as small as possible.
The van had stopped next to where the remains of her leash were still hanging -
she would soon be discovered! If she could only reach the big shutter doors
before anybody noticed, then perhaps she could escape her abductors. She
carefully edged along the wall, staying as far back from the lights as
possible...men were shouting!
But they weren't shouting at her - the van's rear doors were open and several
dazed, naked, chained and gagged girls were being herded towards the lift. The
men weren't even looking in Alexa's direction - now was her chance! She slid
through the still-open shutter entrance and trotted up the ramp as fast as the
hobble chain would allow - she was going to make it! There was a recess ahead -
the van was coming up the ramp - she ducked out of sight just in time and leaned
against a vent blowing out stale air. Alexa spent several minutes in the
merciful warmth trying to calm down and to think properly about what she should
do next. She peered around the corner and saw at the end of a narrow alley that
there were people and cars in a busy street! It was getting lighter - almost
dawn - and all she had to do was reach that street and safety. Slowly,
carefully, she edged towards the busy street and freedom. She would soon
attract attention - a naked girl in gag and chains would bring the London
traffic to a standstill - people would be shocked - she would be quickly covered
by a coat - the police would be called - she would eventually be taken back to
her Aunt Faye and her cousins but...she might never see that American
again...never be touched by him...never know again the emotions that had made
her feel more connected, more aroused, more ALIVE than she had ever felt before!
A taxi had pulled over just by the entrance to the lane - a man was getting out
- he had is back to her - he was turning round - he...
Alexa crouched behind a trash container just in time but she could hear
footsteps and a kindly, educated voice asking if 'anyone was there'. She hardly
moved, hardly breathed, wondering why on earth she had hidden. The footsteps
receded - she was alone in the alley. Her mind was in turmoil - WHY hadn't she
run to the stranger? Here she was, wearing metal cuffs around her wrists and
ankles, chained and gagged, naked and...collared - COLLARED! The dream - in the
dream she was wearing a collar and kneeling by a chair...in the recurring dream
she could almost feel a man's fingers hooked under her collar, and the
indescribably wonderful sense of peace it brought. Her mind was screaming
DANGER, DANGER...but her heart yearned to see that man who had collared her
again.
Alexa found herself back at the top of the ramp staring down at the metal
shutter door. If anyone had looked, they would have seen a small, shivering
lonely figure staring one last time at the traffic rushing past the end of the
alley before turning her back on freedom and carefully hobbling her way down the
steep slope to the steel barrier and captivity. Her head and heart fought at
every step as she swayed between dread and hope but her deep inexplicable need
to see the American's face drove her on. There was a buzzer on the wall next to
the entrance but she couldn't possibly reach the button with her hands cuffed
behind her back. She stood up on tiptoe and barely managed to press it with the
outer part of the ball between her lips. For a few agonizing minutes nothing
seemed to happen - she would be denied her dream and have to seek help in the
street. She pressed the button again and waited - still no response. Her hands
and feet were going numb with cold and her nipples hurt in the chill air. With
a leaden feeling in her chest, Alexa choked back a sob of forlorn despair. Yet
again, it seemed fate had conspired to deny her what she yearned - to find where
she belonged, to feel as if she was part of somebody's life instead of forever
being on the outside. She felt so cheated and it just wasn't fair!
As she turned to ascend the ramp again, she heard the heavy, grinding sound of
the shutter starting to open! Barely able to breathe, she watched the gap widen
just enough for her to pass through. It was dark when she shuffled inside.
Rough hands suddenly seized her arms, spinning her around. A heavily built man
gripped and tugged up the chain between her wrists and collar, nearly choking
her so she struggled desperately on the tips of her cold toes to gasp for air.
"So this is the bitch we couldn't find! Not much to look at - are you?" A very
large dog lunged at her, baring its teeth and snarling fiercely. She squealed
in fright as the dark animal jammed its muzzle up between her legs and she tried
to squeeze her thighs shut. "Fucking runaway slut! Get those legs apart for
Max to learn your scent!" He yanked hard again on her collar chain until in
misery Alexa let the dog sniff and lick her vulva. "Max is a rape-dog, you
scrawny piece of slave-filth! You better be nice to him now or we'll let him
play with your cunt and ass for a treat!" The dog's grossly obscene examination
of her private parts was awful! "Where the fuck did you hide yourself,
slave-bitch?" He sounded more perplexed than angry. "And how come you didn't
make a run for safety when you had the chance? You must be the first cunt ever
who rang the doorbell to be let in!" He was forcing her towards the lift
entrance. The dog wouldn't leave her alone - it attacked her pussy from behind,
forcing its wet nose up between her buttocks. "Looks like Max here's taken a
real shining to you, fuck-slut. Can't think why - there's no meat on you at all.
Tell you what..." The man took out a length of heavy chain and attached one end
to the dog's collar before joining the other end to the band around Alexa's
neck. "...you can just tag along with him while he does his rounds!" The dog
paced around in the lift, growling and snarling at a terrified Alexa while the
guard removed the hobble chain but left her ankles fettered. "Now don't you
hold Max back - he'll take you on a little tour of the lower facilities." The
lift doors slid open to reveal a harshly lit corridor. With a sharp swat across
her naked backside, Alexa was propelled towards the dog that bared his teeth at
her and took off at such a fast pace that she had to run to keep up. As she was
pulled along, she heard his cruel laughter. "And don't touch anything - though
I doubt you'll want to, skinny little fuck-slut!"
*****
"Mr. Chairman?"
"What?"
"Err, the agreement - do you endorse Major Yasov's proposal to exchange hidden
warheads on a city-by-city basis?" The translator looked puzzled and slightly
embarrassed. She was quite a pretty creature - not at all like his new sl...
Stephen looked at the expectant faces around the conference table. The Russian
negotiator was grinning and noisily shuffling his papers. "Ah - the
agreement....of course, our esteemed Russian colleague is correct. We will
start with the location of our bomb in Murmansk."
Yasov cleared his throat. "Stephen, my friend, we have known about that device
for years."
"No, not the small one we left for the KGB to discover - I am referring to the
second device...the Neutron bomb." There were gasps of shock from Russian and
NATO negotiators - this wasn't supposed to happen! "Ahhh - Oleg, you mean your
people didn't know? We only wanted to take out your personnel - not the
facilities." One of the British negotiators coughed uncomfortably. Stephen
turned to him and smiled. "Sir Michael, let us make this treaty worthwhile -
Oleg, it is your move I think."
The Russian was staring straight into his eyes. After a pause, he took a deep
breath and boomed out "Baltimore - four T-mark 2 devices - enriched!" The
atmosphere round the table was electric - this was SERIOUS negotiating instead
of the usual game playing! But Stephen's thoughts were elsewhere - wondering
what a young slave in London was doing right then...
*****
Max was too quick! Alexa nearly fell twice as she was yanked around corners in
the large corridor. The dog had paused to sniff at a row of wire cages. Each
cage held a naked, frightened girl - all with strange collars closely fitting
around their collars. They were all beautiful and none made any sound but
shrank back in fear from the dog and stared in wonder at Alexa. The dog growled
at one of the girls, making her cringe and clutch at her throat in agony -
Alexa couldn't understand why the girl seemed to be in pain but she was hauled
away again at breakneck speed by the dog before she could work it out.
The dog's route took them past several large rooms that terrified Alexa. They
contained strange and wicked-looking benches, things made of wood and steel and
leather, machines, wires and chains - there were chains and cuffs and collars
everywhere! And there was a horrible sweet earthy smell she couldn't identify.
It was like...like...OHH DEAR MOTHER OF HEAVEN! The dog had paused again but
this time it was at the entrance to a high roofed room. Alexa sank to the floor
in horror at the awful sight of a blonde girl's body hanging limply by her
collar. She was obviously dead. She was chained to an overhead beam by her
neck with her body several feet below a wooden platform but still too high to
touch the floor with her toes. Her face was mercifully covered by a hood but
she seemed to have been impaled on a spike up between her legs. Rivulets of
blood were running down the spike and insides of her limp legs into a drain
beneath the base of the cruel shaft. The girl was heavily fettered and chained
- she must have suffered terribly as she was slowly choked and impaled. And
there was another long upright spike next to the girl's body protruding through
an unopened trapdoor on the platform! It was obviously ready for use on the
next victim.
Alexa felt physically sick and averted her eyes from the macabre sight. If this
was her destiny then she had descended into hell! The dog pushed her back, as
if Max wanted her to leave the awful room. She stumbled up and numbly followed
him back past the terrified girls in their tiny wire cages. At the entrance to
the lift, Alexa saw the cruel guard chatting and smoking with two other men. At
their feet was a moaning, distressed girl. She looked Oriental and was weeping
and shaking her head as she tried to plead past the ball gag in her mouth.
Alexa gasped in fear at the sight of the same heavy chains and fetters on this
girl as the dead one - she realized they were taking this poor Oriental girl to
be killed! The men were actually laughing as though sharing a joke. The
sobbing girl became frantic when they dragged her upright and forced her down
the corridor. Her screams were awful to hear. The girls in the cages were
moaning and crying too - Alexa closed her eyes in despair when the slamming of
the trapdoor suddenly stilled the shrieking of the Oriental girl. A dreadful
sort of choking sound faded away into the silence...
"Well, fuck-filth - did you like Max's little tour? Seems there's no room in
the cages and we weren't expecting you to stay. So you'll just have to bed down
with Max here!" Several minutes later, Alexa was kneeling in a big cage with
the pacing dog growling and nudging against her cunt. Her cuffs and gag had
been removed but she was still chained to the dog's collar by the steel band
around her own throat. There was a bowl of dried dog biscuits and a water dish.
Alexa tried to huddle into a tight ball but Max kept on pushing her with his
nose. Very carefully, she let the dog lick the palm of her hand. Alexa had
always been scared of dogs and Max was the largest and meanest one she had ever
seen. But he'd stopped growling at her - his hackles were down and he wasn't
pushing her as violently as before. In amazement, she watched the dog rest his
scarred head on her lap.
Then she began to shake. Alexa couldn't stop her delayed shock - the sight of
that dead girl hanging while impaled on the cruel spike wouldn't leave her mind.
She kept on hearing the agonized screams of the Oriental girl being cut short by
the springing of the trapdoor. Tears began to spill from her eyes. The dog
looked up and nudged her belly. Alexa cried her heart out without making any
sound - she'd learned from a very young age to keep silent when she was
distressed or receive a further beating for being a 'noisy brat'. She wasn't
just crying in fright - she was crying uncontrollably for everything in her past
too...the cruel way her mother would punish her for the tiniest mistake...the
lodgers who did dirty things to her when her mother was too drunk to
notice...being taken into care when the teachers saw that she couldn't hold a
pencil any more because her hands had been whipped until they bled...being moved
from children's home to children's home because she wasn't pretty enough to be
fostered...finally leaving care and sleeping rough rather than go back to her
mother...having t-to do th-things with strange men to get food or shelter for
the night...taking lodgings and working for that awful Mr. Warren...and n-now
TH-THIS terrible place of torture and death! The large animal attached to her
by the collar chain whined, butted her insistently and tried to lick the salty
moisture from her face and hands. "Uhhh...M-m-max, y-you are uhhh t-trapped
h-here too, aren't y-you?" She overcame her fear of him and stroked the large
head. "Ohhh M-max, I-I w-want..." Her voice shrank to a startled whisper as she
realized in shock what she was about to say - "I w...w-want...m-my M-MASTER!"
*****
Stephen poured another glass of Bourbon for his visitor and looked out of the
window at the busy Brussels traffic. "They have lived their lives under the
shadow of a nuclear device that would have turned Belgium into a sea-filled
crater! And we didn't even guess the location, Oleg."
"So now you tell me what is wrong, my friend."
"Wrong?"
The Russian put down his tumbler. "You were miles away during our negotiations,
Stephen. You gave way too much, too fast - no arguments and no fun!" He came
over to stand by his American 'enemy' and watch the people milling about far
below. "Our staff always worry when we meet in private, Stephen. Tell me why I
am here with you."
"It is a slave."
"Ahh - your Organization has many slaves, as do we. Why is this a problem to
you, my friend?"
"The slave has...affected me."
Major Yasov walked over to the desk and picked up the telephone receiver. "This
problem is easy to solve - have her killed immediately and find another slave
who does not affect you!"
Stephen turned and looked at the Russian. "It is not that simple, Oleg - it
is...complicated." The Russian said nothing. He refilled the tumblers and
brought them over to the window. "You see, I think I have finally found a
love-slave and I have only a short time to live..."
