ENCOUNTER WITH DESTINY - PART 7
By slave ruthie
"...Didn't tell me you were a fainter, slave - that means a further ring is
required to prevent you from choking. Put out your tongue, Alexa."
Had she just heard him correctly? Still dazed by her violent orgasm, Alexa
slowly realized the ball gag was gone and she could move her head just a little
before the slackened collar chain went taut again. "Uhh, m-my t-tongue?
Master, please n-n..." The expression on his face clearly meant he would permit
no argument. Alexa tentatively parted her lips and stuck the tip out. He was
ready with the forceps and surprised her by firmly gripping and pulling her
tongue forward before she could protest. "Uhhhhnnnn!" His other hand was
holding the pincers and moved across her vision to disappear below her nose.
"UUUUURRRRRRNNNNNNNGGHHHH!!!" Then it was all over. Alexa tasted blood and
felt the alien object rubbing against the inside of her gums. She hadn't fully
taken in what had just happened but the new sensations inside her mouth forced
her to accept the stark reality - he had just pierced her tongue right through
with another gold ring and it HURT!
He soothed her deeply shocked expression by gently stroking her cheek. "There
is only a minimal risk of infection from the piercings, Alexa - the rings are
pure gold on a tungsten steel alloy." Returning to the holdall, he came back
holding up a new gag on a wide leather strap but this one was shaped like the
end of a man's erect penis and had a tiny clip halfway along the mercifully
short but alarmingly thick, black rubber shaft. "Now we won't have to worry
about you choking, slave. Open your mouth as wide as you can and put out the
tip of your tongue as far as possible, Alexa." She wasn't happy about obeying
and nearly refused but she already knew there would be no denying her master's
wishes - not just about the gag but about ANYTHING he desired. The black rubber
end tasted bitter and squeaked as it rubbed against the edges of her teeth
before pressing uncomfortably against the roof of her mouth and her freshly
pierced tongue. She didn't feel him clip the ring to the shaft but as he began
to push the gag deeper into her mouth, her tongue was firmly captured just
behind her jaw. Alexa moaned uncertainly as he pulled her head forward by her
hair then tightened the ends of the straps together behind her neck. With the
collar chain stretched tightly above her head once more, Alexa was utterly
helpless again - so why was he using even MORE tight chains to secure her waist,
chest and hips to the high bed frame? WHAT WAS HE GOING TO DO?
What her master did was to gently attach a slim chain between her nipple rings
before fitting a longer connecting chain to her clitoris ring - she couldn't see
any of this as he stood between her shaking thighs but when he began to lift the
chain up away from her body, her eyes grew huge with alarm. "Don't fight the
pain, Alexa - accept it and turn it...into pleasure." Then he entered her in a
single, deep thrust. She gasped and clenched her cuffed fists under her
buttocks as he slowly withdrew then rammed the length of his cock home while
pulling the interlinked chain upwards. Her mind reeled under the sheer enormity
of the sensations now assaulting her body. Again, the slow, near withdrawal was
followed by another cervix-jarring thrust. And at each successive rapid
penetration, the rings through her three sensitive points were tugged upwards to
amplify the incredible feelings in her body. Alexa shrieked and bore down on
his stiff penis as he maintained the cruel rhythm. It HURT dreadfully but it
was also NICE...and that thought shocked her to her core. The fetters, her
helplessness to do anything but submit to what was happening, the way he had
complete control over her - all seemed to destroy her mental barriers one by one
and allowed raw, savage pleasure to dominate her mind. Her master seemed to
read her like an open book, maintaining the pattern of rapid penetration and
harsh tension on her three pierced buds, sensing the tension mounting as
she...as she... UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
He sighed with pleasure while he emptied himself in the girl's writhing and
straining body. It had been too long - the satisfaction of possessing your OWN
slave far surpassed simply using one of the available house slaves. Little
Alexa had tightened on him as he came and had responded magnificently - she
would be a delight to train. "You sing very sweetly, little bird. Hmm, I am
beginning to understand why your initial Slave Index rating was set so high by
the good doctor. I can hardly wait to teach you how to achieve a proper orgasm,
Alexa."
'Proper orgasm'? She felt so drained and weak that the idea of climaxing more
intensely terrified her. Alexa was tired to the point where her arms and legs
were limp with exhaustion. She felt hot and sticky inside the shiny catsuit
after her sexual ordeal and she barely registered the chains and fetters being
unlocked. He had to prop her up while the gag was freed from her mouth. "Well,
we can't travel like this, little slave - let's get cleaned up. Can you walk?"
"I-I think so. Ohhh! I m-mean yes master, I think so." He steadied her as she
peeled off the catsuit then, gripping her firmly around her right wrist, led her
towards the door. Her quivering legs gave way after two steps. Alexa tried to
crawl but she found herself being lifted into his arms and carried by the man
who had found her, claimed her as his property and taken her to sexual heights
that she didn't know were possible. And he had hinted at even greater sensual
experiences to come!
She wasn't prepared for what followed and felt terribly self-conscious and a
little shy as she was gently washed by her master who stood naked beside her in
the shower. He was so tall when they were close up that her eyes were barely
level with the nipples on his powerful chest. It was the first time in her life
that she had experienced tender intimacy like this from a man and it was very
unsettling - men had used her, men had hurt her, men had threatened and bullied
her...but this man was different. Her confused, silent tears were mercifully
hidden by the spray and steam but the sob when he began to wash her hair was
immediately noted. Her chin was being raised by a finger, forcing her to look
into his smiling eyes. "Little one," he murmured, "my slave, my Alexa - I..."
But whatever he intended to say was forgotten in the moment. He lifted the
girl, light as a feather, pinning her against the tiled wall as he fiercely
kissed her waiting mouth. Alexa moaned and responded by wrapping her arms
around his neck and her legs around his waist. Her newly pierced and ringed
breasts rubbed against his body as she slithered down the wet wall to be impaled
on his erection. Her gasp allowed him to slide his tongue between her teeth.
Her own flickering tongue touched him, the ring serving as a sweet reminder that
she was his possession now. She felt his hands gripping her buttocks and
pulling them open, his strong fingers reaching inside her cleft, one finger
pressing firmly against...OHHHHHH!
"No, don't tighten yet. Relax yourself my little slave - accept me inside you.
You'll discover it is worth it." So she submitted to the triple penetration of
her mouth, pussy and backside...
and found out...
of course...
that he...
was...
right.
*****
It was actually possible to move quite fast despite the heavy ankle cuffs and
the short hobble chain. The trick, Alexa had realized was to lift her feet
higher than normal with each step while keeping the chain taut between strides.
It was a funny way to walk - almost like dancing or trotting like a little pony.
But at least she had stopped tripping herself or stumbling against the guard who
was tugging her along by her leash chain. Dressed in a clean, shiny red catsuit
but whose arms and sleeves were even longer than the first one she had worn,
Alexa had been placed in wrist and ankle cuffs then collared and gagged as
usual. But the guards who had collected her from the infirmary had used heavier
fetters to restrain her. And they had been very rough when her hands were
locked behind and up her back. Where was her master? He had left her to
recover from their intense lovemaking and hadn't returned. There was something
else different about the way the guards had restrained her. They had locked a
tight steel band around her waist then fitted another curved band up between her
legs. Secured to the front and rear of the waistband, it rode snugly between
her buttocks and pressed against her private parts. It rubbed and tugged at
each step, driving her nearly mad with the erotic tingling it was setting off in
her pussy. She felt damp between her legs - damp and hot. It was nice and it
wasn't nice at the same time. It was very distracting and very frustrating too.
"C'mon, you ugly dwarf-bitch - the doctor wants to see you before we get your
sorry excuse of a cunt exported. We'll have to fumigate the infirmary cell to
get rid of your stink, filthy little guard-killer." Why were they being so
horrible and cruel? Alexa could hardly wait to get away from this awful place -
surely the Belgian chateau HAD to be better than here. The dark-featured guard
yanked on the leash, as though he actually wanted her to fall and hurt herself.
She could barely keep pace with his fast strides. When they reached the surgery
door, he grasped a handful of her hair and forced her to kneel. "Not a fuckin'
word of complaint, mind - unless you want us guards to give you a special
send-off." His snarling face was inches from her own. What could she do but
nod in fear and submission? He seemed satisfied and knocked on the door.
The doctor took one look at her then his face darkened in rage. "Idiots! Do
you WANT to offend her master? Get that belt off her immediately and remove
those cuffs while you are at it." He stormed over to his desk and picked up the
phone. "I want to see the watch supervisor in my surgery. I DON'T CARE WHAT
HE'S DOING." Alexa shook at the fury in his voice. "Yes - in the surgery NOW!"
He slammed down the receiver and thrust out his palm at the stunned guard. "Oh
for goodness sake! Just give me the keys and get out of my sight before I have
your contract terminated." The guard blanched, thrust the keys into the
doctor's hand and withdrew from the room. But the look of pure hatred he gave
Alexa as he brushed past made her cringe in fright. But the blessed relief as
the belt's front and rear locks were released was so wonderful she quickly
forgot the ominous scowl on the guard's face. "These cuffs are far too heavy
and tight - can you move your fingers, Alexa?"
She nodded and mumbled past the gag but winced and tried to rub away the pins
and needles in her aching wrists as sensation returned to her numb hands.
"Here, let me see your fingernails. Hmm...at least the sleeves on your suit are
long enough to go under the metal." He gently flexed her hands, concentrating
on the right one. "Good - the dislocation has caused no lasting damage?" She
shook her head. A soft knock on the door signaled the arrival of the
supervisor. "Come in." The doctor gently but firmly pressed down on Alexa's
shoulders, making her kneel. He rounded on the supervisor before the man could
say a word. "Have your men ANY idea who this girl will belong to? Look at
these cuffs - far too heavy and adjusted far too tight. If she had been shipped
like that, she would have probably lost some of her fingers to gangrene!
Doesn't your staff realize they have insulted a visiting master by their
stupidity? And not just ANY master, oh no - your men have been abusing the
future property of a senior member of the Council! It is just as well the Head
of Security isn't here to deal with you."
The other man coughed and looked decidedly unhappy with being dressed down in
front of Alexa, and kept looking in her direction with a mixture of loathing and
anger. "With all due respect doctor, she hasn't been formally collared and
wears no master's mark. My staff were only having a little fun with the
bi...with the girl before she gets shipped."
"A LITTLE FUN?" At first, Alexa listened to their argument with a feeling of
gratitude towards the doctor for caring about her welfare but her heart slowly
sank as he repeatedly described her as nothing more than an item of valuable
property - he wasn't interested in her feelings at all but only in maintaining
the condition of her body for somebody else's benefit. I will not cry, I
w-won't, I-I w-w-w... at least she'd learned the trick of making no noise as she
wept - a bitter lesson from her travesty of a childhood. With her head down and
shoulders hunched, she tried to become invisible as their raised voices echoed
around the room. Ohh master, please come get me - I can't bear it! The
argument ended as abruptly as it had begun and the supervisor stormed past,
managing to knock her off balance as he brushed against her side. Alexa curled
into a tight ball and covered her face with her hands. It was too much - her
initially silent weeping became loud gulping sobs of utter despair. She felt so
wretched and alone.
The hand stroking her head moved to free the buckle of her gag strap. She
squealed in pain as the ball was pulled out of her mouth, dragging her attached
tongue with it. Thankfully, he paused to free the ring from the underside of
the ball. Still crying, Alexa obediently shuffled behind the doctor who held
her right arm by the wrist. He guided her to sit up on the edge of the
examination couch and fetched a glass of water. "Don't take it to heart, little
Alexa - I only spoke in that way for his benefit." He sighed, used a tissue to
wipe away her tears and took her head in his hands. "I think you need to hear
some answers, don't you? Well, young slave, ask away but I can't promise to
tell you everything you ask - and you may not like what I say." He waited as
she sipped from the glass. The girl looked so small and pathetic in a suit that
was meant for a much taller slave - obviously the stores had nothing available
in Alexa's size. He crouched down and removed the heavy steel cuffs from her
ankles. For all her tears and distress, there was something remarkable about
her - she was obviously highly resilient since many new slaves would already
have gone into shock or depression if they had experienced even half of what
Stephen's new slave had suffered. She was also much more intelligent than her
background reports initially suggested. In and out of care, an abysmal failure
even in special education, no stable family life and no prospects - she would
have been destined to a miserable life of drudgery if Stephen hadn't found her.
But was she intelligent enough to understand her new situation? He waited for
her first question.
"Uhhh, th-this...so big, s-so c-cruel...w-why?" Her voice was tiny, like a
barely audible whimper and she spoke with a faint lisp, caused by the ring
through the tip of her tongue.
"We tame demons, you know. The Organization turns predators into farmers."
She looked startled then curious. "Organization...this umm club, th-the chateau
- there's m-more? Why do you do this?" In the silence, she blinked rapidly and
straightened her back as her mind began to grasp what the doctor implied. "Its
not just for sex, n-not just to c-capture and to uhh to rape..." She suddenly
looked directly into the doctor's eyes. "What...what ARE you - this
'Organization' you mentioned..."
Oh, she was SUCH a find - such an unprepossessing slip of a girl who was part of
the Organization's dark past without even knowing about it. He smiled at the
incredible coincidence that Stephen could have come across the sole unknown
survivor of the submissive breeding program - the odds against it must have been
astronomical! For a fleeting moment, the doctor considered an even more
far-fetched alternative, that her capture had been orchestrated. No, that is
too ridiculous - besides, who on earth...no, impossible! "I think you are
really a very clever and perceptive girl despite your reports, Alexa. And yes,
while we are in the business of taking girls for our pleasure and sport it is
not without another deeper purpose." Her eyes were fixed on his face, all her
tears forgotten. "How many trade disputes, conflicts and wars do you think have
been averted in the past five decades? The peace after 1945 in Europe was so
fragile, so easily damaged. We had to engineer the Cold War just to make sure
the whole damned business didn't start up again. And the Soviets nearly let us
down when Khrushchev proposed the USSR should unilaterally disarm and leave the
West looking like a threat to world peace - it took a lot of bribes and
inducements to ensure the Communists honored their side of the bargain and kept
to the Cuban missile crisis plan."
B-but I th-thought..." Alexa realized her mouth had been hanging open and
promptly closed it.
"Then there were all the crime lords, drugs barons, human traffickers, arms
dealers, petty rebel leaders, rogue politicians, rabble rousers, and psychopaths
who ruled tribes and nations by blood and fear." He paused, uncertain for a
moment about why it felt important to tell this young creature so much. "Alexa,
what is the one thing that they all have in common?"
Ohh she knew this one, after all how could she not when she had none and had
lived nearly all her life under its abuse. And her voice was a forlorn whisper
when she replied, "P-power?"
"Clever girl. Power over others - power to dominate, power to influence, power
to control...yes, these men - and some women too - crave it like a drug. They
lust after it, they need it and when they don't have enough?"
"Th-they take it or umm fight for it?" He nodded and gave a tight smile of
confirmation but said nothing more as if he was waiting for her to think it
through...ohhhhh no, ohh please no. She felt awful as the doctor's bleak words
sunk in. The grim purpose of this 'Organization' of theirs was becoming
clearer. "Y-you...th-this is umm, you g-give them total p-power over uhhh
s-slaves..."
"We offer them membership of an exclusive society where they can indulge their
desire to dominate, rape and punish real slaves - they have absolute control
over our girls' lives...and deaths." She gasped and jammed her knuckles into
her mouth to stifle a wail of despair. "And in return, we expect them to settle
their differences with other Organization members by peaceful means, to curb the
excesses of their subordinates...and to publicly show their desire to protect
the weak and vulnerable in their own communities." He smiled and stroked the
side of her head, noting how she automatically pressed against his fingers. "So
there you have it, little slave Alexa - a harsh trade-off perhaps but a
necessary one to promote and maintain world order. And the members are as
trapped as the slaves - membership is for life and there is only one way to
resign!" He watched her reaction carefully. "You might as well hear all this
properly rather than in second-hand exaggerated slave chatter. Now the guards
and other staff, well..." he grimaced then continued "...they are gleaned from
the military, the police, and from the prisons - both staff and inmates. They
don't wear a master's ring though." He held out his hand so Alexa could see the
heavy gold ring that bore the device of a _______ engraved in the black center.
"You're supposed to kiss it by the way, little slave." She did so and her
trembling lips felt soft on his fingers. "Good girl. I think that's enough
information for the time being. Your master will tell you more if he sees fit."
"My master, w-what did he..."
"Alexa, all you need to know about him is that he is one of the bravest men I
have ever known. If he chooses to share his history with you, be very grateful
for his trust. Now, you will remain here until it is time to leave - you seem
to have gotten on the wrong side of the guards for no particular reason.
Perhaps they hate you because you're so different from the usual girls they deal
with."
She stayed in the surgery for the next few hours, sitting quietly in a corner
while the doctor continued with some paperwork. He had ordered her to rest but
how could she sleep when her mind was in turmoil? The things he had told her
were so far-fetched, like one of those silly conspiracy theories about alien
abductions or stuff like that...and yet here she was hunched up on the floor of
a fully equipped doctor's surgery inside a large building where abducted girls
were routinely used as sex toys, tortured and cruelly killed! What about the
man who was going to be her master? What had he done to be offered membership
of this secret club they called 'The Organization' - was he a murderer or worse?
And yet, she wasn't afraid of him but realized she was hopelessly and totally in
love with him, even after...how many days? Or was it weeks? It didn't seem to
matter how long as she had fallen under his spell from the very first moment his
hand had touched her arm in the cafe. Alexa had known in an instant that he was
special and she would never forget their first meeting.
Her hand involuntarily touched the stiff leather collar that the doctor had
buckled around her neck. It was all so confusing - when he removed the heavy
steel collar she hadn't felt relieved at all but had fought down rising panic.
He must have sensed her growing agitation because he swiftly made her turn and
face the wall with her trembling arms by her sides while the leather strap was
secured and locked at the back of her neck. Then she had actually felt calmer
and strangely comforted by the snug pressure encircling her throat...ohh, she
couldn't think straight and wasn't making any sense - was she still drugged?
The doctor looked at his watch and put down his pen. "Time to leave, Alexa.
Come along and be a good girl." He didn't use handcuffs, ankle bracelets, or
even a gag to restrain her but led her along the corridors with his hand clasped
around her wrist. It was an odd way of being held but she felt safe and
controlled even though she might have struggled and broken free of his strong
grip. Anyway, she realized that she didn't want to escape and it made her feel
confused yet oddly content. The supervisor met them at the steel shutter doors
and opened a strange looking container on castors that was square with rounded
corners. "Stand up straight, little slave, with your hands clasped on your head
and feet apart."
Alexa immediately obeyed then waited while the supervisor wheeled over a
trolley. When she saw what was on the trolley, she knew she wouldn't like what
was about to happen. The supervisor put his boot between her feet and tapped
her ankles to make her move her legs further apart. She whimpered as his
fingers took hold of the two metal catches on the zip under her body, parting
them to open the suit and expose her private parts. The tapered end of the slim
black butt plug was cold but at least it was lubricated. He kept pushing until
the intruder slid past her anus, which closed involuntarily around the narrowed
base. The doctor was looking with a severe expression on his face but it was
not at her - she realized it was the supervisor who was under careful scrutiny.
The man was muttering something under his breath out of the doctor's
earshot...something about 'bitch' and 'payback'. Although he wasn't being rough
with her, Alexa sensed his animosity and couldn't help shuddering at his touch.
The next device was slightly wider but shorter than the butt plug and had silver
strips along its length and a long wire trailing from the base. He pushed the
blunt end between her labia and suddenly rammed the device all the way up her
vagina making her gasp.
"I saw that," the doctor growled. "Be more gentle, particularly with the next
item. If she arrives in a damaged condition, I will make sure her future master
holds YOU personally responsible." The sour-faced supervisor nodded and probed
inside her cunt with his fingers to position the device against her cervix.
When he removed his hand, only the wire protruded from her vulva.
The supervisor brought over a plastic urinal and pushed the anatomically shaped
spout firmly against her crotch. "C'mon, girl - piss it all out." Ohh this was
AWFUL! Alexa shook with misery and shame and felt familiar tears streaming down
her cheeks. She tried, she really tried but the humiliation of having to
relieve herself in front of two men stopped her from peeing. The supervisor
looked across at the doctor.
"Ohh very well - but no more persuasion than necessary mind." What did the
doctor mean? What persua..AIIIIEEEEE!!!!! Her shriek echoed around the room
when the supervisor pinched her ringed clitoris between the nails of his finger
and thumb then squeezed. A jet of hot urine flowed into the container as her
body reacted to the dreadful pain. Alexa threw back her head and tore at her
hair in agony but managed not to collapse or move her feet. He kept squeezing
until the flow reduced to a few drips. Then he replaced the female urinal on
the trolley. The supervisor returned with a thin tube and crouched down at her
front. "Gently, mind!" The doctor's warning made her tense in fear and she
began to pull back. "Stay where you are, slave - it is just a Foley catheter to
keep you clean and dry during the journey." The kneeling man peeled her lower
lips apart and slid the flexible tube into her urethra. It felt odd - not
unpleasant but odd, as though she was having a pee or feeling the urge to do so.
He squeezed something then fitted a clip to the end of the pipe. "It won't slip
out, Alexa. Now get her zipped back up so she can be secured." By the time the
supervisor had finished, the only signs that anything was different were the
wire and the thin tube that dangled between her legs. Alexa was still shaking,
still fiercely clasping her hands in her hair but she wasn't in pain down below
- it just felt very peculiar and she felt sort of 'full'.
The supervisor pushed her in the small of her back and guided her to the opened
crate. She could see the interior now, looked at the padded walls, roof, and
floor. There was a small padded seat and straps - loads of thick leather straps
with locking buckles. "Get in, girl - sooner you get shipped the better as far
as I'm concerned, you stinkin' little..."
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" The doctor glowered at the man and shoved him aside. "I'll
take over from here - you can get back to your station." He waited until they
were alone then motioned for Alex to sit in the crate. "The anal plug and the
catheter will keep you clean and dry during the journey, little slave. Now
let's get you securely strapped inside. Lift up your arms." Although she
obeyed without a sound, he could see how distressed the girl had become. She
avoided looking at him, preferring to close her eyes rather than watch him strap
her into the crate. Alexa looked so small and rather pitiful as he made sure
she could not work herself loose or move too much within the confined space. By
the time he had finished, she was harnessed and supported with her ankles
together and thighs slightly apart. Her arms were in front of her body but not
outstretched or raised too high to restrict the circulation - she could safely
remain like this for the lengthy journey ahead.
Alexa was terrified but didn't want to show him how she felt. The crate was too
small. She hated and feared being in enclosed, dark spaces almost as much as
she had a dread of heights. The case reminded her of being locked in a cupboard
for not wanting to do all those dirty things with the 'uncles' who took lodgings
with her mother. She had screamed, begged, cried, and promised to be nice and
do as she was told without struggling or biting again. But no matter how hard
she tried to obey, how well she touched and kissed and licked and sucked and
swallowed and let them play with her until it hurt so bad, it was never enough
to avoid being punished with the tawse and shut in the confined space under the
stairs. Then one day a teacher had been ready to bawl at her for repeatedly
dropping her pencil in class...and had gasped at Alexa's swollen and bruised
fingers. She hadn't gone home that night but she kept her promise not to tell
them about the secret things at home. It didn't matter though - the social
worker that collected her from hospital took her to a large house filled with
other children and she never went home again. She never saw her mother again
either, as she had disowned Alexa and refused to have anything to do with her.
Ohh how she'd tried to make her mum love her, tried to be nice and good and
obedient enough...but the look of revulsion on her face whenever she tried to
hug her mother was so hard to bear. She never kissed her, never held her hand
and the only 'affection' she got was from her 'uncles' - and that came with a
bitter price...
"Alexa, little slave, don't look so sad - you will soon be kneeling at your
master's feet." The doctor reached in to stroke her tear-streaked face. He
didn't like it when a slave wept without a sound - this girl was suffering and
he suspected it was due to more than what had occurred since her capture. He
would recommend an increase in her medication to prevent her slipping into
depression or attempting suicide. "Lift up your head, Alexa." She gave no
resistance while the high posture collar was buckled around her neck. "That
will help to keep you safe during the journey." She managed a tiny smile but
still made no sound. He removed the syringe and needle from their sterile
wrappers and carefully measured the anesthetic before expelling any air - too
much Pentothal would affect her breathing but too little would wear off before
the seven-hour journey was complete. She flinched as the needle stabbed through
the shiny fabric of her red catsuit and punctured her right thigh. As he was
about to make her open up her mouth to put the airway gag down her throat, she
whispered something but the fast-acting drug had already begun to slur her
speech. "What did you say, little one?"
"Please t-tell Cally..."
"Who, slave?"
"C-Cally...slave Cally...l-love h-her..."
"There isn't a slave here by that name. Where did you meet...?" But she was
past hearing and her eyes were already closed in drug-induced sleep. The doctor
slid the adapted Brookes airway past her limp tongue and secured the gag buckle
behind her head. Unless she vomited - and he knew her stomach would be empty
since she had not eaten for 24 hours - there was no risk of her asphyxiating in
transit. He reached down to attach the catheter drain to the container then
plugged in the vaginal stimulator. At least she would be spared feeling the
painful contractions from the electrodes that would tone her pelvic muscles to
perfection. He set the control to 40 impulses per minute at 30% voltage. The
timer would shut off in two hours. As he pressed the start button, Alexa's body
jerked in the harness in response but she did not cry or move her head. Good -
he looked one last time to make sure everything was fine. The limp girl's body
tensed in time to the current surging through her lower body. Would she give
Stephen a last year of happiness before the lung cancer killed him? She was an
unpredictable girl - a 'wild card' with a checkered and highly dubious past.
Perhaps he really should have put her down when he first discovered her origins.
He could easily say she became violent and had to be destroyed immediately -
Stephen might have been suspicious but would have accepted the explanation with
sadness. He fingered the second vial of drugs in his pocket. The potent
cocktail of Pavulon and Potassium Chloride would swiftly relax her muscles
causing her lungs to collapse while the poison would shut down her heart...
...No, it is not my choice to make. "Live on, little Alexa - serve your master
well and ease his suffering." He smiled down at the girl, closed and locked the
crate then called over one of the guards to load it in the truck.
******
"...Yeah, you too, you foreign shit-head - next time its my turn to buy the
bleedin' drinks...the kids? Yeah they're fine - he's just turned eleven and his
half-sister, well Dawn looks so fuckin' grown up its just as well I get to rape
all these bitches here for a living! Look, Marek - the reason I phoned is
there's a consignment comin' across for the chateau and I want you to arrange a
little diversion - make sure it gets lost in transit will you? Sure - the
long-stay warehouse will do just fine. And Marek, this bitch caused us a lot of
grief with the management - see that she gets a warm welcome from the boys,
okay?" The guard grinned as he turned off his mobile. Dragging the filled body
bags to one side, he unlocked the crate, leaned in, reset the stimulator control
to maximum voltage, and changed the timer to 'constant'. The girl began to
thrash violently as the increased shocks repeatedly slammed through her abdomen.
"Pleasant dreams, bitch - you're goin' to have on hell of a wake-up call!"
