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HARVEST
OF TEARS
CHAPTER
9
By
slave ruthie
"To
my dear friend Jean-Charles,
You will be reading this after my death
but do not think poorly of me, for suicide is not always the coward's way out
that some people believe. If I am guilty
of cowardice, it is for asking you to deal with Alexa after I have gone. Leaving her behind is the most difficult
thing I have ever done - even worse than deciding to have my Lyssa put down
after her brain hemorrhage.
I have set my affairs in order, leaving nearly
everything to my daughters who will be told their father suddenly passed away
due to an undiagnosed heart condition, while abroad on yet another covert
diplomatic mission. They do not need to
know about the lung cancer. While they
blamed my long absences overseas for ruining their parents' marriage, Jennifer
and Christine know absolutely nothing about the Organization, or about their
half-brother, Marek. Ah, Marek - I
dearly wish I had known my son while he was growing up. He has turned into a fine young man but I
feel great regret that his mother never told me about him until his arrest for
war crimes in Croatia. I hope he will
enjoy the contents of my rare erotica collection in the Château, no doubt while
sampling my other collection of Cognacs!
Please extend to him your friendship and counsel - unfortunately, he has
inherited my stubborn streak and tendency to be blunt to the point of
tactlessness! I am so proud of him
taking over as head of the Ardennes Château and hope he might join you one day
on the Executive Council.
Despite my illness, this last year has
been one of the happiest of my life, due in no small part to owning the best
slave I have ever trained. My Alexa has
been astounding in her submission and devotion to me. Jean-Charles, I have loved and enjoyed many
women in my lifetime, all of them special and unique, but (aside from my Lyssa,
of course) never one so much as this small, English slave girl. Alexa may look unremarkable, although she is
far from ugly, but her qualities as a personal slave are very special. Did you know she achieved a perfect Slave
Index rating within a mere five months of being collared? That alone, I believe, is an Organization
record. Despite my best intentions, and
what I said to you after Lyssa's cremation about never wishing to own another
slave, I came to love little Alexa and I believe she has equally returned my
affections. She has certainly never
given me any reason to doubt her feelings.
My friend, I placed an unfair and heavy
burden on you by asking you to execute Alexa in the traditional manner, should
I be too ill to manage on my own. The
truth is that I could not bring myself to kill my own love-slave, not even out
of mercy. As a consequence, I feel I
have let her, and you, down. However, it
also did not seem right to end her life just because her Master was due to
die. Somehow, I felt this was quite
wrong and would leave matters strangely incomplete - I do not know why and have
agonized over what I take to be a lack of nerve on my part to do the right
thing. Perhaps it all reminded me too
much of losing my dear, sweet Lyssa.
And yet as I write this, I have a feeling
that things may not have turned out as planned.
Forgive me if I have misjudged you, Jean-Charles, but I should not be
surprised if you have allowed little Alexa to live. If you have, then I would not mind at all but
in fact, would be relieved and dearly hope that you might have found a place
for her at your feet. Alexa would make
any Master delighted to own her and even the notion that she might now be yours
gives me great pleasure. If I am wrong
and you did indeed put her to death with the Spike and Noose, I can only hope
she died well. Knowing Alexa, she would
probably refuse the sedative but I trust you will have prevented her suffering
needlessly. For all your reputation as
the harshest of Masters, Jean-Charles, I have never found you to be a
gratuitously cruel man but one who only inflicts the minimum pain necessary to
help a slave reach higher standards of submission. I believe you have the same standards when it
comes to dispatching slaves and the others during your career in CovOps for
NATO prior to joining us in the Organization.
You know, you were always evasive but promised to tell me one day the
reason you resigned your commission and now I will never find out why!
Whether my sweet Alexa is dead or now
wears another's collar (and I dearly hope it is yours), you still need to hear
the truth about her past and her nature.
I do not know how much you might have discovered or figured out for
yourself but this may help fill in any blanks.
If you enter Alexa's index number - 7663389 - at the online Slave
Register at https://_____________.gov, you will find very few details about her
origins and even these are incorrect.
When we harvested Alexa, I made copies of
the original files for my own records, before passing them to Dr __________ for
her pre-collaring medical assessment. I
did not suspect that he would destroy most of the documents and alter on-line
entries, although I later came to understand why he did this. Perhaps I made a mistake by keeping these
copies - you must now decide whether they should be shredded and incinerated. Here is a summary of the key points:
According to the data online, Alexa Rachel
B_______ is an only child born in London on _________ to a single parent, and
sired by an unidentified father. However, she is actually the unexpected by-product of our abandoned
research program at the R_____ Institute to breed naturally submissive females
for the Organization's livestock program. Her "mother" was one of the thirty
surrogates offered free fertility treatment by a bogus charitable clinic in
London's Harley Street and her "father" did not technically exist.
Alexa and all her other 'sisters' grown for the program were actually created
by the fusion of two ova extracted from slaves who had been specially selected
for their physical and mental characteristics - attractiveness and
submissiveness. Forgive the scientific
jargon but genetically, Alexa is a "recessive hybrid XXXX accidental
twin". Her birth twin, who was
spontaneously aborted at five months, was sent to the Institute for autopsy as
usual. However, the researchers did not
know that the surrogate then carried a SECOND fetus to full term.
Alexa had a pretty dreadful childhood by
anyone's standards and here the information is patchy. If you look at the copies taken from her
Social Services file we acquired from the London Borough of ________, you will
see that she was born without medical assistance at her grandmother's apartment
in South London. It seems Alexa's
'mother' suffered from a nervous breakdown after the abortion and separated
from her husband. She began to drink
heavily and became addicted to crack cocaine, subsequently working as a hooker
to feed her drug habit. She left the old
"grandmother" to raise Alexa until this woman died three years later. Alexa then stayed with the "mother"
until she was removed into protective custody.
These next few years with her surrogate parent were horrendous and it
sickens me to think about how my little slave was subjected to physical,
mental, and sexual abuse from an early age.
Alexa's surrogate apparently loathed her and probably only kept the
child for the state benefits and to "entertain" the lodgers she took
in.
It appears that Alexa was assessed as
'borderline educationally sub-normal" and attended special schools. Frankly, I cannot comprehend this, as she is
quite intelligent. Perhaps her shy
manner and traumatic upbringing hindered her performance. She ended up in care following suspected
non-accidental injuries to her fingers.
Although the surrogate mother was cautioned, she was not convicted of
child cruelty for lack of evidence. This
woman had no further contact with the child and disappeared afterwards - her
current circumstances or whereabouts are unknown. Alexa remained in care, staying with
short-term foster parents and in several residential homes until her surrogate
mother's widowed sister returned to the UK with her two young daughters from
Australia. As far as I can tell, this
woman traced my slave to a hostel for subnormal adolescents and helped her find
employment and a place to live.
When I found her, Alexa was working
virtually day and night to pay off rent and fuel arrears to a creep of a
landlord. She was being grossly
overcharged for her lodgings. Our boys
taught him a lasting lesson and I nearly left things at that. I only intended to have her harvested out of
pity, believing that slavery within our Organization offered the girl a shorter
but better life than the drudgery of her 'freedom'.
It all became very complicated when I took
her into my limousine on a whim instead of having her caged for immediate
shipment. Jean-Charles, this girl
submitted to me on the spot without any training or even being broken. I have never seen or heard of a female
imprinting so rapidly. My friend, you
will call me a romantic old fool but from the moment I took hold of her collar,
she was mine and always had been - crazy, isn't it? The rest you know but perhaps you did not
hear exactly why the Council closed down the breeding program as it occurred
before your election and the records were sealed.
Harvesting all these girls proved to be a
major operation, stretching our resources to the limit. Great care had to be taken to clean up all
traces of their removal in case anyone connected together the spate of sudden
deaths of similarly aged young girls throughout the UK. Household and vehicle fires were mainly used
to substitute charred corpses for the harvested produce. The program turned out to be a total failure. All of Alexa's other "sisters" did
not reach full term or had to be destroyed after harvesting. The clones were characterized by accelerated
physical maturity and remarkable beauty.
However, as you probably heard, they also exhibited unpredictable
violence and aggression towards themselves and others. Alexa does not share their tall, attractive
features but has occasionally shown signs of their extreme strength. Jean-Charles, look at the metal ring inside
this envelope. It is made from
tungsten-vanadium steel and has sheared well away from the weld. Metallurgical tests confirmed the steel is
not flawed but must have been subjected to several tons of force to fail like
that. Would you believe me if I told you
it was attached to the rear of a slow-choke collar and Alexa's wrists were
cuffed to it high up BEHIND her back?
She was being tortured at the time by a rogue guard and was almost
impaled on an execution spike when I intervened. How on earth did she break the ring,
especially in that position? Dr __________
told me he suspected Alexa's outburst of strength was triggered by pain
overload but I am not convinced. She was
put through quite a severe breaking by Marek and never once exhibited a similar
reaction. If you own her now, keep a
careful watch for any peculiar displays of excessive power.
Now this is also going to sound a little
crazy but I always had the feeling that Alexa was not actually mine. Instead, I felt that she was "on
loan" and I was merely Alexa's guardian, preparing her for something or
someone else. Do not get me wrong on
this, I have loved keeping her and training her to the best of my ability. Perhaps it is only an illusion caused by my
pain meds but I am convinced Alexa was destined for something of great
importance. What an idiot I must sound
when you read this but I stand by what I just wrote. If she is dead, it does not matter any more
but if she is still alive, please watch over her, Jean-Charles - even if you do
not own her. Humor your foolish old
friend and fellow Master in this - there is something about this girl that I
can't quite put my finger on. She is
special and I hope to goodness she is at your feet.
Please excuse my sentimentality. You will find the other contents of this
envelope hold no particular value if Alexa has been disposed of or, if she is
alive, they are beyond price. I leave
their fate (and hers) in your hands.
Farewell, Jean-Charles. Find yourself a personal slave if you haven't
got my Alexa - you can't grieve for Laura for the rest of your life.
Your friend and former sponsor,
Stephen."
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