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Encounter With Destiny
By slave ruthie
Chapter 13
It was the faint sound of sobbing that woke Nadine - the pillow was wet with her companion's tears. She sat up, puzzled and worried by the look of sheer misery and terror on her little sister-slave's face. "Alexa, what is wrong - our love-making...have I upset you? Tu es d'accord, ma chère pétite sœur-esclave?"
"J-just a bad dream, th-that's all...only a dream." But she had to look away to hide her anguish at the horrifying reality of the terrible vision. In her vivid nightmare, she had become a hated prisoner in an American jail - and she'd apparently done something so awful, so bad that the guards were taunting her about the cruel way she would be executed! What would she do? Why would she be branded a murderess? She forced herself to smile and tried to put the dreadful thoughts out of her mind. But she couldn't escape the fact that it had been as realistic as her recurrent dream of kneeling at her master's feet for the very first time in the limousine! "Umm, Nadine, you...I mean you and me - it was so lovely, it really was so MMMMMMMFFFF!!!!" Nadine's tongue got in the way and completely stifled her words as they kissed. Gentle fingers explored Alexa's pierced nipples...those magical fingers slid down her belly...the tips caressed then separated the soft folds of her vulva to tease and probe and rub and...and..."UUUUUHHHMMMM!!!!"
*****
"I never expected you would meet me, Steve - I thought you were in Belgium training your new acquisition." Charles grinned at the distracted expression on his friend's face. "News travels fast, particularly when a senior council member tells the Defense Secretary to go screw his disarmament treaty in order to devote his time to his latest slave!" The motorcade swept through the security gates and joined the freeway without slowing. One good thing about the Brits, Charles thought, was their traffic cops -they obviously had VIP escorting down to a fine art.
"Hmm, and I suppose 'rumor control' thinks I've gotten a little crazy too?" Stephen wrinkled his nose in disgust at the appallingly bad espresso that he had foolishly brought along from Heathrow. Goddam so-called 'executive class' airport lounges. Now if little Alexa had made it, the coffee would have been WORTH drinking! Alexa...wonder how she's doing...Arnaud promised to take care of her but his fellow master didn't look too impressed with the girl. It was a shame that Arnaud had been the only other master based at the château - Stephen would have preferred somebody else instead of his cold, sarcastic and sadistic colleague...
"Steve...err, hello?" Charles waited for his friend to respond. He seemed totally absorbed with his thoughts. "She must be very special indeed, this 'Alexandra'."
"Alexa - just Alexa...and, yes, this one is VERY special to me but I'm damned if I know WHY!" He forced himself to take another sip of the dreadful 'coffee'.
"After Lyssa was put down, I thought you would never take a personal slave again - you hid it well from everyone else, Steve, but I knew you were devastated when she slipped into the coma. Look, are you really sure this is a good idea?"
Stephen laughed. "Charles, I never thought for one minute I might ever replace my Lyssa. I vowed to myself she would be the last - the pain of losing her was so bad. And then...then this little creature suddenly turns up unannounced and unlooked for - no WAY is she like my Lyssa. Hell, she's too skinny, quite short and no real beauty but...she's MINE and I wanted her in the moment I first saw her. Damnest thing, Charles, she submitted immediately. I didn't even have to break her!" He noticed his younger friend's wistful smile. "What about you, Charles - you must be the only master who has never taken a personal slave. When will we see YOUR mark on some young beauty's body?"
Charles sighed, stared out of the limo and watched one of their police motorcycle outriders streak past to clear the freeway ahead. "I don't want that kind of slave - it's not for me."
"Look, I know you still miss Laura but..."
"LEAVE IT, Steve...PLEASE!" How could he ever get THAT committed, THAT close to anyone ever again? And how could he possibly make Stephen understand what it felt like when his wife bled to death in his arms having just lost their stillborn baby? Charles was haunted by the double loss and by the knowledge that it was his entire fault. After all, he had made the foolish decision to stay put at the farm rather than risk driving Laura to hospital through one of the worst blizzards ever seen in Alberta. She had begged him to take her because the pain was so bad but he'd refused, thinking he was protecting her. Then the bleeding had suddenly gotten far worse... No, there couldn't be anyone special for him again, not after what he'd done. He couldn't risk being emotionally close again - love just hurts too much.
But Stephen wasn't finished. He decided to be up front and just get it over with. "Look Charles, you probably know I've not been so well lately. You see I'm dying of inoperable cancer - at best got two years with the drugs, maybe far less...depends how much I can stand." He absently fingered the small container his friend the doctor had given him. The lethal dose would be fast and relatively painless. He broke the awkward silence again. "This life's too damn short to waste it on regrets, Charles. You get one shot and you've got to do the best you can. Hell, ever since I met you and became your mentor after you first got your master's ring, you've kept yourself apart. Everyone else has a personal slave or a favorite house slave. Even some of the guards like to reserve a special girl unless a master or mistress requires her. But you are so goddam detached - no wonder we made you head of security over at the Ranch. Charles, it isn't enough, is it? I've seen how you turn your head away at a collaring - like you can't bear to watch a slave willingly submit to her new..."
"Stephen, I'm truly very sorry you're so ill but please, PLEASE drop the subject!"
"Okay, okay...but when the time comes, if Alexa is still alive, I hope you'll do the right thing...if I can't. Will you, for a friend?"
Charles stopped pretending to stare through the limo's darkened window, turned back and looked directly at his well-intentioned friend. "I'm sorry I snapped - of course I'll deal with your new slave. You really did not need to ask."
"Good, thanks." Stephen sat in the uncomfortable atmosphere as they approached the organization's London headquarters. "Then I don't suppose you'll be coming over to Belgium for Alexa's collaring?"
"No, there's too much to do here in England - it looks like things have been falling apart for some time." Charles was grateful of the excuse to change the subject. "I hear you've already weeded out the worst of the rogue guards - so many useful slaves needlessly ruined! What a damned WASTE!"
*****
Alexa learned a lot that night from Nadine. The most important thing she discovered was that it was okay to be intimate with another girl, that it didn't mean she was a 'lesbian' or 'bi-sexual' and that those labels didn't really mean much anyway. Nadine had reassured her that 'slave-play' was normal, in fact it was healthy behavior for a female slave - she wasn't betraying her love for master Stephen when she climaxed by her own hands or from the sweet skills of another girl. Alexa was so relieved to hear this and Nadine's nursing background made her trust in what she said.
"Umm, Nadine, please uhh why am I...” Alexa swallowed her embarrassment and continued. "Why...am I always so wet down below - between my legs, I mean. I feel so umm HORNY so much of the time!"
Nadine gently lifted Alexa's right hand and guided the tips of her fingers to the almost undetectable ridge under the skin of her upper left arm. "You haves heard of 'HRT', yes?” Alexa nodded. "This is a slow-release HET ampoule - 'Hormone Enhancement Thérapie'. It does not just replace our missing ovaries but make...MAKES - pardonnez-moi - us much more sexy, more aroused." Grinning at her companion's flushed face, she stroked Alexa's moist, engorged cunt lips to prove her point. "Like you are 'with heat' always, n'est pas?"
And she certainly was 'with heat' as they embraced and continued their tender love making under the glow of the suite's emergency lights...
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"That's a call from Belgium, sirs - sorry to interrupt but they're saying its urgent." The chauffeur's voice clicked off the intercom and was replaced by a stream of agitated French.
"'HEY - WHOA! Calm DOWN, man - speak slowly and use English. Now, who are you and what the hell's going on?" Stephen glanced at his companion's tight smile.
The apologetic guard explained how the château was cut off by a freak storm, leaving him and his colleagues unable to get back for duty. "Well, surely they can manage without you. Just explain the delay - tell them to..."
"...Mais non, that is the problem, monsieur, we get no response to phone calls or radio. We have no communications with the château. I am most sorry to bother you but we thought you should know, monsieur."
Stephen kept his voice under control but he was unaccountably troubled. It didn't FEEL right...and his instincts were usually correct. "Yes, good - you were right to call. Keep me informed of any change." He replaced the handset and stared straight ahead. "I have to get back to the airport as soon as we drop you off at the Club. Sorry, Charles. I was planning to give you a better handover than this. Something's not right back home at Ardèche."
"Surely it's just a bit of poor weather, but if you need to go I'll manage fine. Besides, how hard can being Acting Director of British Operations be - it's only a quarter of the size of the Ranch." Charles grinned. "I think you're really missing that new slave, aren't you? She must be one helluva girl!"
"Alexa is one of the best submissives I've ever handled, Charles. She's barely started her training and is already way ahead of the average slave."
Charles thought the better of challenging his friend's bold statement. The look on Stephen's face showed how seriously he believed what he'd claimed.
*****
Nadine was a gentle, patient teacher who showed her the finer points of pleasuring and being pleasured by a female. Alexa lay flat on top of her lover and thought again how kind the guard called Gérard had been to let them spend the night together. The chain between their collars was just long enough for them to reach each other's cunts without having to curl up. She concentrated on teasing Nadine's clit to greater firmness by gently pulling the gold ring upwards with her teeth while sucking on the puckered front ridge of the squirming girl's labia.
"Aaaaahhhh, mon DIEU!" Nadine thrashed and arched in ecstatic spasm so violently she nearly knocked both lovers off the bed. "Ou, uhh - where did you learn, OOOOHHH...” She could barely speak for Alexa was repeating the same delicious torment, bringing her an even fiercer climax than the last!
The door to the suite burst open, making the entwined girls shriek in fright. Marek swiftly unlocked the chain between their collars and hauled Nadine upright. "You will report IMMEDIATELY to Gérard at the infirmary - MOVE YOURSELF, slave!" He didn't even bother to watch the frightened girl run from the room. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of Alexa's hair and twisted it until she was squealing in fearful pain. "As for YOU...tell me where you were since last night. Come ON, Alexa - WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?"
She clung desperately to his arm but he simply tightened his grip. "Oww, uhh P-PLEASE...OWWWW!" Her tears meant nothing to him. Alexa knelt on the bed and sobbed in terror. "M-Marek s-sir, PLEEEASE - me and N-Nadine w-we were never anywhere but th-the kitchens and h-here! W-we aint never did nothin' bad - honest, we never d-did..."
Marek threw her back down on the rumpled silk sheet in disgust. "Oh, shut UP, slave - I need to think." He paced furiously up and down, ignoring her sobs.
"Umm, p-please Marek sir, w-what's happening - what's going on?" A horrible thought struck her. "Oh no - m-my master! Please Marek sir, your father, p-please IS HE ALRIGHT?" She was becoming hysterical with fear and felt herself gasping for breath.
A stinging slap brought her back from blind panic. "He is well and due back from England in the next few days...and my father is NOT your master until you are fully trained and fit to kneel at his feet, girl. Remember your place." The look of relief on the girl's tear-streaked face certainly seemed genuine enough. "It is master Arnaud - he appears to have suffered a stroke." Had she just SMILED? He grabbed her by her ears and shook her terrified head. "Are you SURE you had nothing to do with it? There have been a lot of strange things happening since you arrived - the mutilated guard dog, the général's murder, and now master Arnaud found in the destroyed conservatory!" Marek slapped the sobbing girl hard across both her cheeks then thrust her backwards.
"P-please, Marek sir...please don't hurt me!" But he was ignoring her again and seemed deep in thought. "Please..."
"Ohh shut the fuck UP, slave." Marek growled at the stupid, rather plain-looking girl his father was besotted with owning. "Communication and power are down and there are no masters - my father's still away and master Arnaud's too ill even to speak."
"Are you in charge now, M-marek Sir?" He was looking at her tear-stained face. "Umm, my m-mas...I mean y-your father, he would expect you to take control, w-wouldn't he?" That was it - she had gone too far, spoken out of turn and Marek would be furious. But the harsh blow she anticipated never came.
Marek gently lifted up her cowering face with a finger. "You're not as stupid as you look, are you, slave? In fact I'm beginning to see hidden depths in you - perhaps my father's decision to keep you for himself is not as strange as I had thought." He didn't elaborate, despite her puzzled expression. "So you think I should take charge of the Château, eh? Then I shall and YOU are coming with me where I KNOW you can't get into trouble!"
He twisted her round and swiftly cuffed her wrists behind her back. Alexa obediently lay still while her ankles were fettered together by cuffs on a hobble chain. He pulled her head up off the bed by her ponytail and pushed a wide leather penis gag against her lips. "Open, slave." She felt the rubber glans pushing between her teeth then the straps were tightened until the rounded tip rubbed against the roof of her mouth. Marek left her lying face down and walked to the door before calling out down the dimly lit corridor. “Pierre, round up ALL the slaves – I want every single girl accounted for and in the holding pen. Véronique is secure in my room. Leave Nadine with Gérard but get the rest down to the cellars IMMEDIATELY!” He didn't even wait for an answer but strode across the suite to the bed and reached down to the helplessly fettered slave, dragging her onto her knees. Alexa struggled to get up and nearly stumbled face first - Marek was tugging her collar so hard by the still-attached chain that had linked her to Nadine.
She was gasping with exertion by the time they reached the slave pens in the Château's cellars. Alexa was pushed into a large cell containing all the other slaves - there must have been nearly forty anxious faces staring at her. None of the other girls were in restraints but Marek made no attempt to remove Alexa's fetters. Instead, he padlocked her chain leash to a ring embedded in the stone wall then secured her ankle chain to another ring on the floor. She could neither lie down nor stand up and was only able to sit slumped uncomfortably against the cold wall. Why was he treating her like a dangerous animal? Tears welled up in Alexa's eyes as Marek bent down to whisper in her ear. But he didn't tell her off at all! He stunned her by softly murmuring, “Good little slave – I know you feel safer like this, don't you?” He reached down and playfully tweaked her left nipple ring before leaving the pen and locking the heavy steel door.
Alexa was acutely aware of the silence. This was the first time she had been left in the company of more than one other slave without a master or guard present. The girls were watching her futile attempts to get into a more comfortable position. One of the prettiest, an incredibly beautiful blond, sniggered and whispered something that made some of the others laugh. Alexa cringed under their contemptuous looks – she felt so ugly, stupid and out of place. She had no business being among such a group of lovely girls and knew they despised her for it! Even the slaves who worked in the kitchens were so beautiful compared to her. It made her lower her head in shame and turn her face to the wall.
"Regardez 'la Porcelette'!" A sneering voice made her look up. Two of the house slaves were standing over her. They were smiling but in a cruel, malicious way that brought back awful memories of Alexa's childhood. She had been picked on and bullied throughout her life and knew these girls intended to make her suffer for their pleasure.
One of the slaves, a sophisticated looking redhead, kicked her cuffed foot. "Aww, pauvre 'Porcelette' - you not knows zis name, lil' bitch?" She gripped Alexa's hair and painfully forced her head up. "'Le porcelet', it ees a lil' piggy, un pétit cochon! Oink, oink - comprendez-vous? Jus' how you looks!" Some of the other girls were sniggering but a few of the kitchen slaves looked acutely unhappy - still, none dared protest on her behalf.
Now the other girl was crouching with her face just inches from Alexa's gagged mouth. "Notre pétite Porcelette - maybe you squeals like a piggy ausi?" She began to push two of her fingers into Alexa's nostrils, bending her nose up and blocking off her breathing!
The pain was terrible. "MMMMFFFFFF!!!! NNNNNNN!!!" The thick penis gag and the girl's hand muffled her terrified screams. She couldn't inhale properly. Tears ran down her face as both house slaves tormented their helpless victim. Just when she thought she would black out, Alexa's nose was released but not her hair. The redhead was pulling her ponytail upwards with such force she was barely grazing the ground with her buttocks!
"You dids not squeal properly, lil' anglaise Porcelette - BAD piggy. Now we gonna MAKE you squeal much!" The blond signaled to her colleague who suddenly released Alexa's hair then knelt close behind her. She reached down with both hands over Alexa's trembling shoulders and tightly pinched her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. Alexa whimpered as the redhead dug her nails deeper into her sensitive buds. "Vous être un AVORTON, pétite Porcelette. Ohh, - pardonnez-moi! You not knows zis word also? Is, how you says en angleterre...ahh, oui - you is lil' RUNT!" Several of the watching girls burst into harsh laughter at the cruel joke - that's exactly what the ugly English piglet was - the runt of a litter!
"NNNN!!!! MMMMMM!!! UUUEEEEEEEEEEE!!! AIIIIEEEEE!!!!" The girl in front smiled cruelly as she twisted Alexa's clit at the same time her nipples were being crushed. She seemed to enjoy the way Alexa writhed and howled in agonized terror. The horrible torture went on until Alexa felt she couldn't stand any more. She writhed, twisted, shook violently, and then suddenly lost control of her bladder. The triumphant expression on her tormentor's face as the pool of urine spread between her victim's shaking thighs was so awful. It brought bitter memories of her bleak childhood back with force - Alexa howled in abject distress as blocked-out experiences of abuse and neglect forced their way past her battered mental defenses. She re-lived the time a drunken lodger had burst into her darkened bedroom, yanked up her nightie and forced his rough finger into her virginal..."AIEEEEE!!!! NNNNNNN!!!! PLLLSSSSS!!!! NNNNNN!!!!"
As her body stiffened in overwhelming external and internal pain, the emergency lighting flickered then plunged the vaulted cellar into total darkness. Something large and powerful suddenly brushed against her thigh. Alexa heard a noise like a low growl then the sadistic girl in front shrieked in fright! It set off all the other slaves - they were wailing and screaming in fear and confusion in the total darkness. The heavy steel door flew open and one of the guards shone a powerful light into the slave pen. The girls clamored and begged to get out, pleading with the bemused man to let them stay in together in the Great Hall. Relenting, he barked an order for them to join hands and follow him. They pushed past Alexa and fought to get out first.
Unable to speak or move from the wall, Alexa was left behind. Her feeble crying had no effect. The faint glow of the guard's torch dimmed as the other slaves left the warren of cells in the château's crypt. She was all alone in the pitch black, forgotten and ignored! This was one of the worst things Alexa feared, being trapped in the dark. Her mother had punished her when she was tiny by locking her up for long periods in a cupboard under the stairs. She lowered her head in despair and silently wept.
Something touched her neck! It was hot, smooth and pushing her over as though it was rubbing against her body! Alexa wailed in fear. There was some kind of large animal loose in the slave pen with her but she was chained up and unable to escape! Whatever it was, she couldn't even see its outline. Alexa thrashed around in her fetters, desperately trying to keep it away! Where was it? She moaned and cried for her master, for Marek, for ANYONE to rescue her but she knew nobody would come - she was going to die! The thing in the dark was going to hurt her then kill her! Fear turned to panic. Panic turned to shock and she began to hyperventilate. She couldn't breathe properly with the gag in her mouth! Her heart was racing; she began to tremble violently. When the creature touched her face, she fainted in sheer terror...
"No, no, nooo - little child, my Alexa, you are SAFE now." Someone was freeing the buckle on her gag. Alexa took a huge gulp of air as the rubber penis was pulled out of her mouth.
"W-who...” Powerful arms held her. That musky spicy scent - she knew it from somewhere - CALLY! "Ohh Cally, oh you're in terrible danger! There's an animal in here - leave me and save yourself before its too late!"
She heard Cally's unmistakable throaty chuckle, almost a purring sound. "I chose you well for the game, little one - you think of another's safety before your own. But I cannot be harmed and I will NOT allow you to be either. Your 'animal' is in your mind - there is no-one here but us." Kali stroked the side of Alexa's head with her cool fingers.
"B-but I felt, umm..." What HAD she felt? Was Cally right - was it only in her imagination during her panic attack? "Umm, Cally, its so good to feel you again! But I don't understand - where is your master? How can you be here in Belgium? And the doctor in London - he'd never heard of you. I don't understand..."
Again, Kali stroked the side of Alexa's temple, soothing away the little slave's troubled thoughts. "You have moved me, my child. Very few of my daughters have done that." Strange little mortals, she thought, with their brief, inconsequential lives - like tiny sparks flickering out in the darkness. And yet occasionally there were special, rare mortals - like this slave girl...
Kali smiled with satisfaction. Little Alexa had been spared from future disfigurement by that viciously bad-tempered guard dog. The deranged African killer who would have snatched her for 'sport' was suitably eliminated - oh, that was SO satisfying! And the sadistic doctor who intended to cripple Alexa's mind was now suitably entombed in his own crippled body. She considered staying longer but the main threats had been removed. This little creature would still suffer badly but her ordeals were necessary for the Game. Besides, the Opposition might cry foul if She bent time too much and Her strategy would be exposed. She tried to imagine the impotent fury of Her opposite player when little Alexa disrupted His future move - it would be a fitting revenge for Cambodia.
The emergency lighting flickered back on. There were anxious voices calling out - time to depart. Kali crouched down by Alexa's sleeping form and whispered into her ear. A smile grew on the little slave's face but her eyes remained closed. Kali kissed Alexa's head then vanished.
"Alexa? Alexa?" The voices were getting closer. "Pétite Alexa - es tu d'accord?"
Marek allowed Véronique to run ahead without chastising her. His preferred house slave had been horrified to discover that Alexa had been left in the pens without light or company. Marek was feeling sick to his stomach - he'd left the girl chained up so she couldn't lie flat. And he'd left her unsupervised with a penis gag strapped in her mouth. If she'd lost consciousness or fallen ill, his father's new slave might have choked to death! How could he have been so careless?
He ran harder and overtook Véronique. "HEEL, slave!" She immediately knelt, panting from exertion, and crossed her wrists and ankles ready for fettering. This one would do me fine, he thought, if...no, WHEN I am a master. "Wait here - I don't want you to see this." Marek steeled himself then looked inside the vast cellar.
His fears were unfounded. He was relieved to see Alexa lying curled up asleep on the stone floor. One of the other slaves must have removed her gag - it was lying loose on the floor...but the metal buckle was twisted out of shape. It looked as if it had been stretched apart! Although she was still in wrist and ankle cuffs, only Alexa's feet were still secured to the floor ring. Her stiff leather collar was lying loose but hung attached to the wall ring. Who had unlocked it? He picked up the opened red collar. The padlock through the strong hasp was still closed. The leather must have been cut ...no, it hadn't - it had been BITTEN THROUGH!!!
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