ENCOUNTER WITH DESTINY - PART 4
By slave ruthie
"Don't tell me you actually ENJOYED eating that stuff, slave!" Alexa looked up,
startled by the doctor's smiling face peering over the end of his desk. She
stared down again at the empty feeding bowl that she had carefully licked clean;
examining the gleaming stainless steel for any remaining trace of food but it
was all gone.
"Umm, it wasn't very uhh nice, d-doctor sir but uhh I WAS very hungry." Alexa
immediately regretted the words as soon as they came from her mouth. How would
he take her response - had she been insolent and ungrateful? Would she be
severely punished for her cheek? Would he tell the American...but the man's
face creased with humor as he began to laugh. His mirth was infectious and
Alexa couldn't help giggling until her chest hurt and her eyes were wet. It
seemed so strange to be laughing in this place of cruel oppression and strict
control, sitting naked and vulnerable on the surgery floor...and yet it didn't
somehow seem so terribly wrong either.
The doctor reached down to ruffle her hair. He paused, moved a stray lock
behind her ear then gently stroked her cheek with one finger. "That's better -
slavery is not always a cause for despair as you have obviously just discovered.
You know, I think you will do very well indeed, young Alexa. In fact, if you
weren't already waiting for your new master I would be sorely tempted to put in
a bid for you myself." His words jolted through her heart and she covered her
mouth with one hand then looked away, blinking rapidly. "Don't be afraid, slave
- you will be at your master's feet very soon." The young girl suddenly looked
up with her piercing gray-blue eyes and smiled trustingly. "I find you very
intriguing, Alexa - interesting name...do you know why they called you that?"
"Ohh! It's because I was, ummm supposed to b-be a boy...named after my father,
doctor sir." Her expression had changed, revealing the long-endured sadness at
knowing that she had been a source of disappointment from the moment of her
birth. A finger lifting up her chin interrupted her unhappy thoughts.
"Just as well for us that you ARE a girl, slave - and a fine young creature at
that! So put the foolish idea that your gender was a mistake out of your pretty
head and accept who you are with pride, little slave Alexa. Hmmm...your birth
certificate states that your father was called 'Alexander'. According to the
Fostering report in your Social Services file, he was born in the North of
England and served in the Royal Marines at the time of his death, just before
you were born, yes?" She nodded. "And it says here your mother's maiden name
wasn't Baldwin but was actually...ahhh, hmm...yes, of course..." He hid the
shocking realization well, turning as casually as possible back to the desk
while refusing to meet her curious stare. "No matter - your old life is
finished...just a little longer to wait until your new master sends for you,
hmm?"
"Ohh, I don't mind waiting, doctor sir - I think perhaps I've been waiting for a
master for a very long time a-and I just didn't realize it so a bit longer
won't...umm..." Alexa's voice trailed away - he was watching her so intently
that she felt she should be quiet. Had she gone too far? The vivid dreams that
had haunted her sleep since puberty came flooding back into her mind. But if
she told them about yearning for a collar they would think her crazy...and maybe
she WAS going mad...better not say anymore...
"Hmm...well, time for you to run along now - remember to be a good slave for
your new master, little Alexa." He pressed a button and the surgery door
opened. The beautiful dark girl who had suggestively brushed against her
earlier entered and curtseyed respectfully to the doctor who paid her no
attention. Alexa clambered up and automatically turned around with her wrists
behind her back, expecting to be cuffed, fettered and gagged as before.
"Hmm...no need for restraints, I think - just a training collar will do." He
buckled a stiff, leather collar around Alexa's throat then secured the hasp with
a tiny padlock. "Pay attention, house-slave," The exotic beauty immediately
looked up and listened intently to the doctor who was busying himself with
Alexa's medical file, indifferent to her rapt concentration. "Look after little
Alexa here until she is required for Identification Profiling - you may take her
to one of the Guest Suites out of the way but make sure she is presentable
before reporting to the Control Station at 1400 hours...I assume you two can
find some way to amuse yourselves together until then." He was rewarded by a
broad grin and an eager nod as she held out her hand towards the new slave.
Alexa hesitated, suddenly uncertain about what was expected of her. The
stunningly attractive slave just winked and wiggled her fingers. Alexa summoned
her courage and reached out her own hand to the beautiful, dark-skinned girl.
The doctor waited until he was sure the slaves had gone then began to carefully
destroy several documents from Alexa's files. He pitied the poor creature and
pitied her future master - his good friend Stephen - even more. But it would be
better for everyone concerned if the bitter truth of Alexa's true origins never
came out. He placed another page in the shredder and shook his head, burdened
by the knowledge that had to kept secret at all cost...
She couldn't help sneaking a sideways glance at the incredibly pretty
dusky-skinned girl who lightly clasped her hand as they trotted along the wide
corridor. She had perfect features, a flawlessly dark-golden complexion and her
long, jet hair was drawn into a single waist-length plait entwined with red and
copper threads. The house-slave moved in a powerful yet relaxed cat-like way
that emphasized the rise and fall of perfect breasts and the gyrating of her
hips. Alexa felt so clumsy and plain, like a gawky schoolgirl who had no idea
how to be seductive. "In here - I know a short cut to the Guest Suites." But
as she was pulled past a side door at the base of a small staircase, Alex found
herself being promptly and firmly kissed full on the mouth. "Mmmm, that is for
my new sister, Alexa - I like that name. It is pretty, just like you are
pretty, my sister." The kiss was repeated, longer and more sensual. Alexa
overcame her surprise and enthusiastically kissed her back, parting her lips to
allow the house-slave's questing tongue to dart between her teeth. She could
hardly believe what was happening - her hidden dreams of kissing another girl
had finally come true!
And she had called her name 'pretty', even though it was originally intended for
a boy-child and had cursed her life to always remind her that she should have
been a son, not a daughter...and she had called HER 'pretty' as well! "I uhhh,
I always wanted...mmmmm...a sister b-but....mmmmmm...I don't even uhhhh, know
your name." The dusky girl's silver-ringed nipples were rubbing against her
own, making her feel so excited.
The girl's hand slid between Alexa's thighs to tenderly stroke her hot sex then
her dark, almond-shaped eyes widened with delighted mirth. "You are very moist,
my sister Alexa! And as a slave, you have many sister-slaves all around the
world. And as for me...I have many names, none of them my own but you may call
me 'Cally' if you wish..." The girl had a soft, exotic accent and had
pronounced 'Cally' as 'Kha-lee' - it seemed strangely familiar but the dusky
beauty quickly smothered Alexa's puzzled response with another deep, lingering
kiss before tugging her up the stairs. Alexa was soon dumbfounded by the sheer
opulence of the upper corridor. Her toes literally sank into the plush burgundy
carpet as they padded past several large mahogany doors. They paused outside
one and listened to the faint cries from within the Suite - a girl was moaning
in pain or ecstatic abandon (Alexa couldn't tell which) in a rhythm that
followed a repeated whistling and cracking sound. But before she could ask,
Cally had whisked her further along the corridor to a door whose overhead light
shone green, unlike the others that were all shining red. Then they were inside
and Cally had locked the door...
Nothing could have prepared Alexa for the contents of the Suite. She caught a
glimpse of her own amazed and open-mouthed face in one of several full-length
mirrors. Cally was grinning at her as she took in the hoists and chains
dangling from the high mirrored ceiling, the peculiar trestles with straps all
over them, the device that looked like a set of medieval stocks, the shelves
laden with a huge assortment of dildoes, restraints and other unknown but
obviously erotic items, the rack laden with whips, canes, crops and a tawse (she
shuddered when her eyes recognized this familiar and particularly vicious
leather instrument that had brought her so much misery in childhood), and
finally the huge circular bed that seemed to be covered with some kind of shiny
red plastic and had metal rings at regular intervals around the edge. Cally
laughed and threw open mirrored doors to reveal rows of obscene and raunchy
fetish gear. Alexa gaped at the vast range of latex, leather, PVC, satin, lace
and lycra garments. Her exotic sister-slave broke one spell with another as she
gently but purposefully guided her over to the bed, then with surprising
strength and ease lifted her up like a doll and laid her down. "Time for
'slave-play, my sister - time for us to be....mmmmm...together..."
As they rolled about on the shiny fabric, like two kittens tumbling in a basket,
Alexa abandoned any shyness that remained and enthusiastically kissed Cally's
ringed nipples before moving her tongue slowly down her belly. There was
another ring at Cally's navel, then the strange deep marking just above her
cleft, then...the ring right through her tiny sex. Alexa stared in awe at how
Cally's clit had been pierced through and threaded with a silver circle. And it
seemed as though the fold that covered her most sensitive flesh had been
removed! "Umm...your ring, down below...uhh, did it hurt lots getting it done?"
Cally slid her hand down to splay her cunt lips so Alexa could see her adorned
vulva more clearly. "The pain is worth it, you'll see." She pulled Alexa's
head closer and opened her legs wider. "My little sister, it is okay to lick...
okay to taste... please... AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Alexa forgot everything else as she
kissed the soft nub of Cally's ringed clit, intoxicated by the heady flavor and
scent of the girl's love-nectar - a wonderful mixture of honey with a hint of
spice.
Then she was being lifted like a toy (again, Alexa was amazed by her new-found
sister's deceptively powerful body) as Cally knelt on the bed and held her
upside down with the tops of her quivering thighs resting on the house-slave's
bronze shoulders. Cally's expert tongue found the center of Alexa's sex and she
began to work the mewing girl into an orgasmic frenzy. The blood sang in
Alexa's ears as she tried to concentrate on lapping and nuzzling Cally's sweet
cunt. It was too much - Cally reduced her to a trembling, moaning wreck as wave
upon climactic wave thundered through her senses. Then she was being laid on
the bed again with Cally's glistening labia hovering above her flushed face.
Alexa drew Cally's buttocks down and began to lick in earnest, determined to
repay her beautiful sister-slave for the mind-boggling multiple orgasms whose
aftershocks still echoed through her fluttering belly. Cally gasped and
chuckled softly as she ground her pouting cunt hard against the new slave's
eager lips, tongue and snub nose. It was an ageless dance of two females
comforting and delighting each other in ways that no male could emulate or
comprehend - not better than penetrative sex with an experienced masculine lover
but just as special.
Once again, Cally surprised her young lover by lifting her with ease until they
lay face to face. The dusky slave guided Alexa's trembling fingers between her
glistening cunt lips then pressed the tips encouragingly to her ringed clit.
They kissed passionately and Alexa writhed in sensual pleasure as Cally began to
rhythmically penetrate and rotate her fingers at the mouth of the new slave's
vagina. Alexa opened her eyes in fascinated wonder as Cally threw back her head
to let her kiss her throat. The house-slave's silver collar wasn't plain as she
had thought but had a line of tiny black writing along the center - but it was
in an unusual script instead of in English...and if she hadn't been so
intoxicated with sweet arousal, Alexa would have sworn the tiny script was
actually changing and moving while she tried to read it! "Ummm...uhhh, C-cally,
is...ooooh! Is th-the inscription...uhhhhhh...S-sanskrit...UUUHHHH!!!"
The dusky slave looked directly into her eyes. "It is much older than Sanskrit,
my sister. You envy my collar, do you not?" Alexa suddenly felt a peculiar
tinge of awe and fear, as if Cally was revealing a dangerous side of her
character - it was as though she was making love with a predatory cat that might
turn in a moment from desire to...hunger! Then the moment passed. Cally gave
out a throaty, purring laugh and kissed her lightly on the end of her nose. "Do
not be jealous, little Alexa. I shall never wear a master's collar but you
shall wear two and the second will be greater than the first..." She stifled
Alexa's confused response with such deep kisses that the girl lost all track of
her thoughts.
(But in the quiet moments of the night, when Alexa would lie awake and tethered
at the foot of the bed listening to the rise and fall of her owner's masculine
chest, she would recall the strange words that Cally had uttered and feel an odd
thrill of wonder and hope...)
Eventually sated, despite her young lover's initial clumsiness due to her
inexperience, Cally cradled and rocked Alexa like an infant, humming a wordless
lullaby as she gently stroked her brow - soothing and caressing her sister as
she drifted into blissful sleep...
...but it was all WRONG - her body HURT all over and she couldn't stop shaking!
Alexa tried to understand why her left eye seemed to be glued shut or why she
couldn't lift her hands up without pulling up her ankles. She blinked rapidly
and rubbed the dried-on stickiness from her cheek and mouth. The little finger
of her right hand ached terribly as though it had been bent backwards or even
broken. She was huddled in a dimly lit wire cage. She was restrained in heavy
steel cuffs and fetters linked by short chains that prevented her from
straightening out even if the cage had been big enough. Alexa whimpered in
confused fear and distress then writhed as a horrible stabbing pain assaulted
her throat. What... it didn't make sense - her memory had huge chunks missing
but there had been something about being injected, made to stand straight
against a white wall for cameras...a room full of men in guards' uniforms
jeering and watching her being posed obscenely for the lenses... Cally - where
was Cally? Ohh, she felt so raw and swollen between her legs...and unpleasantly
sticky. Her bottom and privates hurt like they had been burned and chafed. She
felt the strange crusty deposits on her breasts and belly then whimpered again
at the small bruises on her breasts, arms and legs, like horrible dark
fingerprints. And her whimper was rewarded by another more intense jolt through
the front and sides of her neck, leaving her gasping in shock. Gingerly, she
reached up and felt the thick strap with the odd bulge just under her jaw - it
was one of the same collars she had seen on the caged girls when Max was leading
her around. She finally understood why the girls had seemed so distressed by
the rape-dog's barking - the collars were used to punish a girl if she made too
much noise and Max had set them off! And all the peculiar dried whitish stains
on her aching body, face and hair - she realized in horror she had been violated
and repeatedly gang-raped in her mouth, pussy and ass by several men! They must
have drugged her first to make her compliant and so she couldn't even remember
who had abused her...but HOW had she got here - what had happened to Cally?
Had it all been a fantasy to blot out the nightmare at the hands of her abusers?
She curled up into a tight ball and tried to weep as silently as possible, in
fear of triggering an even bigger shock from the punishment collar. Ohh, Cally
- was she just in her head or did she really exist? The bruised, violated and
severely restrained girl wanted to wail in distress but they had even taken the
comfort of her cries away and turned her sobs to torturing shocks. Alexa
soundlessly begged for her nameless American master not to forget her and
covered her face with her hands to stifle her weeping. There was something else
in her hair apart from the dried remains of her attackers' semen. She pulled
the narrow strand out and peered at it in the dim light - it was a piece of
twisted red and copper thread! Cally WAS real - she HADN'T been a dream after
all! Alexa hoped her sister was safe and the men hadn't attacked and raped her
too. She kissed the precious reminder of their joy together and held it to her
cheek - her only possession in the bleak, cramped cage that confined her for
whatever unspeakable cruelties these evil men were planning...
*****
"Young man, I am simply NOT prepared to be delayed ANY longer - tell the captain
I wish to see him immediately!"
The steward sighed and put on his most formal expression. "I am very sorry,
Lady Claire but the Brussels control tower will not let us taxi until an extra
passenger has boarded."
Lady Claire pursed her lips in frustration. "Well, whoever it is must be an
extremely important person indeed to hold up a scheduled flight to Heathrow -
why couldn't he or she wait for the next shuttle?" But the extra passenger had
arrived and sat down in the executive seat across the aisle. The jet was
already making for the nearest available runway without even pausing for traffic
control clearance. It didn't even stop at the end of the runway but throttled
up immediately as though their jet's swift take-off was suddenly the airport's
highest priority. Lady Claire frowned and readied herself to make a cutting
remark to the smartly dressed man who was sorting out his seatbelt. He caught
her eye and smiled sheepishly. Whatever tart put-down she had planned was lost
in her shocked recognition. "Stephen, goodness me! Stephen, how the devil are
you and what on earth are you doing in Europe?" The American grinned at his
ex-colleague from the United Nations and gathered his wits before starting a
suitably plausible explanation...
