HARVEST OF TEARS
CHAPTER 6
" I...uhhh, I HATE ya!"
"'You' - you mean 'I hate YOU'', not 'YA'."
She chose to ignore his stupid correction. "Ya can all go ta fuckin' HELL!
Uhhhh, y-ya c-can..uhhh." The tears betrayed her again. "Uhhh L-Leroy - master
- p-please d-don't make me do this."
"Shhhhh, slave. All the way down, Gina - take me all the way inside and then
pleasure yourself. I want you to climax on my cock...and don't bother trying to
fake it!"
Ohh this was too cruel, too distressing. They were alone in Master Leroy's
apartment at New York Center, together on his huge bed. She was straddling him
as he lay on his back with his hands behind his head. And she wasn't even
chained or fettered! But there was no point in resisting this tall, powerfully
built man - he was far too strong, far too quick...and far too skilled with
women to be deceived. She stared down at his dark, firm and muscular chest,
unable to look him in the face. This was the most awful thing she had been made
to do since her abduction and she felt as if she was tearing apart inside.
Being forced when restrained was somehow easier to accept - to be taken captive
and then brutally raped or abused was something she could understand, even if it
was horrible. Even being brought to climax when fettered was somehow
OK...because it wasn't HER that was responsible - it was THEM who were MAKING
her cum. But THIS...this was breaking her heart! He was being so gentle, so
patient and it was too cruel - they were making LOVE and he wanted her to ENJOY
it! A-and I...I AM! A-and it...UHHHHHHHH!!!!!
His kindly whispered words just made it worse. "Gina, don't fight yourself.
You are a pleasure-slave and not a trapped animal. Why are you so upset by
this? Don't you want to feel good inside?" She tried to stop shaking and kept
her face hidden behind a curtain of raven hair. "Okay then, Gina. Take your
time - just rest on me. Lean forward and hold me. And tell me what is stopping
you from enjoying your beautiful, sensual body."
Miserably, happily, confusedly, she obeyed and pressed the side of her face
against his chest. This was the man who had abducted her, who had abused her,
who had WHIPPED her until her screams had become whimpers...and now he was
stroking her head and holding her close! "I...uhh, I don't m-make l-love ta
guys." She still couldn't bear to look him in the face. "Ya see, it..." Ohh,
how could she explain? Her voice became swift and cold. "Ya don't get close ta
the...John - he screws ya for sex and ya screw him back an'...an' ya s-switch
off inside an' th-think of the dough." She hated herself - that was an awful
thing to say. He'd be furious and punish her!
"But I am not a 'John' and this is different." He hadn't got mad at her. His
voice was still calm! When Gina tried to answer him her voice just wouldn't
work and tiny sobs were all she could manage. "Tell me, slave - have you never
felt love for a man? Has there never been anyone special in your life? And I
do not mean Alexa - yes, we know about you and her." How? How did he know?
How COULD he know what it felt like when that cute little English broad worked
magic with her tongue and lips?
"Uhh, th-there was this guy once...he was a cop...uhh but he was a GOOD guy,
yanno? H-he w-was real nice a-an I th-thought maybe one day..." For a tough,
streetwise New York hooker, it was hard for her to open up - especially to a
MAN. "Th-then my brother g-got into trouble with the pushers...I h-had ta work
the fuckin' streets w-when I was only FOURTEEN j-just ta save his goddam
l-life!" She sighed and forced herself to continue. "But...he died from some
bad junk an' my momma just turned to the wall an' she went back to Puerto Rico
an' left me ta..." The broken sob she'd tried to fight down so hard escaped
from her trembling mouth. "An' this cop...he uhh looked out for me an' gave me
food when things were tough." Gina fell silent, as though she had said far too
much and was deeply ashamed.
After a long, painful pause, his fingers began to gently twine her jet-black
hair. There was a slight chuckle in his voice. "Well, I'm relieved to hear
that you don't think ALL cops are bad!" His words startled the stunning,
un-tamed creature that clung to his body. She stared up at him with dawning
comprehension written on her face. "Yes, little Gina. I was also one of 'New
York's Finest' until I had a little career change." He didn't offer any more
explanation and drew her back down to him. "Now, let me think...that Officer at
the precinct - Martinez, wasn't it? Is he your 'good cop', Gina?" A tiny nod,
almost a sob. "I thought so - Martinez was the only cop you trusted, yes?" She
didn't need to reply. "He came looking for you at Witness Protection, Gina. He
tried to find out if you were safe - if you were OK." She couldn't stand any
more. Her body was wracked with huge, aching cries that left her gasping for
air. All the hurt, the grief, the shame - all of it poured out as she nestled
against master Leroy's warm chest. He made no move to stop her, offered no
soothing words but held her close and gave her the time she needed to exorcise
her past and begin to embrace her future...
*****
"...into a state that has been described as 'hyper-orgasm' - see the way her
eyes are flickering and the coloration over her breasts?" Her master's voice
was like a faint, ghostly echo. Alexa shuddered in an intense, CONTINUOUS
climax that thrilled every fiber of her body.
Another distant voice - Rosario's "...ultimate pleasure, I see. But what about
the pain, Charles - you said you used them both together."
"...resonance...harmonics...threshold..." Her master's faint words meant
nothing to her - there was only the incredible, wonderful sustained orgasm
gripping her fettered body. "...second dial, Rosario - slowly and...not
touch...frame or...severe shock!" Something else, something claiming her
attention - AWFUL PAIN! Alexa writhed in desperate agony as the ultrasonics
were joined by strong jolts of current throughout her cunt and ass. It seemed to
be starting in her clit and running through her labia then her plugged anus and
it was getting WORSE! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! The bitter, stabbing hurt so BAD! It
was spoiling the orgasm... n-no, uhhhh it, uhhhhh it w-wasn't - it... th-they
w-were.... p-pleeeease d-don't... UHHHHHHH.... OHHHHHHHHH!!!
UUUUUUURRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!! Her senses threatened to totally overwhelm her mind.
Alexa stiffened then went strangely still while the rapid vibrations and savage
current met, opposed, entwined and JOINED in their unstoppable assault on her
body! "...enters a trance-like state we dominants can only guess at, Rosario.
The conjoined pleasure-pain induces what is sometimes called 'slave-space' -
Alexa is still conscious, still with us...but my little slave is also somewhere
else."
"'Somewhere else?'" Rosario leaned forward in fascination but careful not to
touch the metal frame or the trembling creature who stared vacantly back with
both pupils fully dilated. "Is it like shock? How long can she last like
this?"
Master Charles adjusted the controls to maximum, causing Alexa's whole body to
shudder violently. She was glistening with perspiration. He looked behind the
frame, nodding with satisfaction at the way her toes had tightly curled. "No
more than about thirty minutes. After that, there is a risk of respiratory
collapse - she might forget to breathe! I am only going to give her half that
time on this occasion - she is still recovering from her earlier punishment."
Alexa heard and didn't hear, saw and didn't see. Something else was present at
the very edge of her consciousness. It was growing, rushing towards her - like
an approaching tidal wave or a beam of indescribable light...she felt as if she
was floating, as if she was being cradled like a tiny infant...as if a woman was
bending down to kiss her forehead...as if a Female Voice of incredible power and
warmth was telling her inside her head 'My child...not yet, My sweet child - not
yet'...then it was all suddenly gone. Alexa snapped back into the room and
slumped in the harness as the shocks and vibrations ceased. She felt a deep
sense of loss tinged with awe - something had changed inside her head. It
wasn't the roller coaster ride of the most incredible mind-blowing slave orgasm
she had just endured. No, it was a very small change...but it was profound.
She forced herself to focus on her beloved master's face. When their eyes met
and locked, she felt so in love with him and so loved back that it actually hurt
inside her chest!
Master Charles carefully released Alexa from the pyramid frame and gently lifted
her limp body down to the floor. He removed her gag, loosening the ring
through her tongue from the ball but he left her fettered and harnessed at his
feet. "She will recover soon. We just need to give her time, Rosario." He
clipped a leash chain to the front collar ring on her harness and secured the
other end around one leg of his dining chair before ruffling her damp hair.
"You know," he continued talking to his host as if nothing of importance had
just occurred. "This is the best Prosciutto ham I have ever tasted."
Rosario's laughter as she pressed the buzzer to summon a servant echoed through
the room. "Oh Charles - you are so amusing! Alexa can have no idea how lucky
she is to be your slave." But her words were not lost on the little slave who
had summoned just enough strength to writhe across the floor and feebly press
her forehead against her beloved master's shoe. As he reached down and slid his
finger under her collar, Alexa felt a sudden rush of emotion. The force of her
feelings shocked her - this IS my destiny! I was MEANT to be HIS slave...I was
MEANT to be here at his feet! We are linked - master and me - I FEEL it!
The man who had been in earlier to set the table arrived and waited for
Rosario's orders. "Gianni, please keep Maria occupied with plenty of extra work
- she is NOT to be allowed time off this evening. I take it everything is
prepared? Tonight will be a special night and I want it to be perfect." She
leaned across to fondly touch master Charles on the hand. "You did manage to
have all the items we discussed delivered, Charles dear?"
"The consignment arrived from our New York Center this afternoon while we were
out riding, Rosario - Guy would have told me of any problems." He grinned at
his hungry-eyed hostess. "And I took the liberty of ordering some additional
equipment that you may find amusing!" He was rewarded by her throaty, wicked
chuckle. "But I suggest we pause for an hour if you can bear to wait - my slave
needs to be freshened up before she can be fed."
"Why of course - how thoughtless of me! I'll have Gianni here carry my WARD up
to your suite." (Again, that subtle play on words - why does she persist in
this futile claim over Alexa?) She turned to speak but her servant had already
knelt and freed Alexa's leash chain from the chair. With one swift move, Gianni
expertly scooped up the girl and effortlessly hoisted her over his shoulder.
"Gianni is one of my grandfather's most trusted men, Charles. He used to work
in one of our abattoirs but proved himself to be MUCH too talented with a knife
to be a mere butcher!" She sauntered over to the bay window and settled on the
wide, cushioned ledge while her guests disappeared from the room. Rosario knew
how to control her emotions in public but her excitement at what was to come was
so damn hard to contain!
Too restless to sit for long, she got up then went across to a drawer and began
to check that each item inside was ready. Rosario lifted out a red leather
riding crop and inspected it carefully, swishing it fiercely through the air,
smiling at the satisfying sounds. The sun was already beginning to set across
the lawns - the fall seemed to have arrived so early this year. It was at this
time that her thoughts were at their darkest. She had been alone far too long -
witnessing the intense intimacy between Charles and his totally vulnerable,
trusting slave had exposed a well-buried emptiness she had felt inside ever
since...no, don't even GO there! Oh, this night would surely be an interesting
and welcome diversion...but once she had sated her immediate appetite Rosario
knew the deeper hunger within would remain unmet. Being Don Marco's
granddaughter certainly guaranteed her a fabulously rich existence but it was
also a barrier. Rosario cut an isolated, lonely figure as she watched the last
reddish hues of the fading light ripple across the ornamental lake. She let out
a long, forlorn sigh before suddenly straightening her shoulders, drawing in a
deep breath and throwing back her dark hair. THAT'S ENOUGH! Enough of this
wallowing in self-pity - tonight, girl you are going to be a DEMON!
*****
"Please help us! My father is..."
"SILENCE!" The oriental man walked across the deck and fiercely gripped
Caitlin's jaw making her squeal in fright.
"C-Caitlin, w--where are y-you...w-what is happening?" Maria was searching
about, unable to locate her fellow victim and totally unaware that she was being
observed. The cruel Oriental man placed a warning finger over Caitlin's lips
then moved very softly across the deck until he was standing to Maria's left
side. He studied her darting, sightless eyes then waved his hand directly in
front of her face. "C-Caitlin, I-I'm so afraid - are you there?" Caitlin
gasped when the man swiftly pulled a viciously sharp-looking knife from his coat
and held it just inches away from Maria's belly. He paused, smiled and replaced
the blade before dragging the Mexican girl by her hair towards the side of the
boat. "UHHH, C-Caitlin! PLEASE...OWWWW!!!" Before Caitlin could scream and
beg for her friend's life, the Oriental picked up the struggling, terrified girl
and threw her overboard!
Then the man turned and regarded her as she shook her head in mute disbelief and
horror. "So, you are for Yasov new slave - excellent! We teach Solsnetskaya
lesson not sell Yakusa cut Cocaine AND we get bonus Mikhailov number one ally
losing property and face too!" She didn't know what this sadistic killer meant
- his harshly spoken words were meaningless but his obvious delight sent a
further chill up her spine. Caitlin shook and kept her eyes on the deck - she
felt as though she would be sick after witnessing how he had ruthlessly tossed
poor Maria to her death. He lashed out and grasped her right breast, twisting
and squeezing it until she shrieked in agony. "Now you tell who is your father
- maybe Yakuza make good price too for ransom!"
*****
He carries me
wrapped in a towel
over to the bed
and
dries me like a child
i wear His collar
His mark is on my body
everything is simple
for
He is Master
and
i am slave
i stretch out my limbs
to be cuffed
and
tightly chained apart
spread wide
and
taut so my body strains
for release
first the hard plug
into my ass
then three clamps
nipples on fire
clit screams in
sweet agony
He runs His hand
over my trembling belly
His fingers curl inside me
i gasp then
bite the merciful gag
no words
He chooses His silence
but
i have no sounds to give Him
He knows me
knows how to make my body dance
until
i can take no more
He knows the moment
His head moves down
He kisses me
as i yield
to His touch
for i am slave
and
He is
MASTER
