ENCOUNTER WITH DESTINY - PART 3
By slave ruthie
A different guard came for Max. Alexa had no idea how long she had been left in
the kennel with her collar chained to the studded, stiff leather band around the
large dog's throat. She had made no attempt to separate them. In fact, once
she overcame her deep fear of the animal she had been grateful for the
comforting warmth of his body. As the guard unclipped Max from the chain, she'd
asked an absurd, foolish question. Alexa had begged if she would be allowed to
leave now. His look of amused contempt was enough to remind her that there
would be no freedom. And in a strange way, Alexa realized she was glad - she
felt as though she was going crazy and she should be absolutely terrified...but
she so desperately wanted to see the American again. And if it meant she would
be held captive and treated like a caged animal then somehow it seemed insanely
worthwhile. But WOULD he come back for her? What if he didn't bother - what if
he forgot about her? Alexa knew she wasn't very pretty. Ohh, she did her best
but if the American was so powerful, he could surely have his pick of the
finest-looking girls and she wasn't even in the race. She drew herself into a
tight ball and tried to squeeze her eyes so shut that the tears couldn't escape.
She failed...
But finally there was no use crying any more - it didn't help and was draining
her spirits. Even the appalling sight of the girl's body on the spike and the
frantic shrieks of the other girl as she was put to death were briefly forgotten
- she was so hungry. Alexa stared down at the broken leftover dog biscuits that
were glued to the side of the bowl by Max's saliva. She picked off the largest
piece with her fingers and held it in her palm. Desperation finally overcame
revulsion - she took a deep breath, averted her eyes and forced her mouth open
to take in the brown crumb. It was horrible but somehow she managed to swallow
without being sick. Minutes later, every tiny morsel of Max's leftovers were
gone, together with the metallic-tasting water from his used drinking bowl.
Alexa sat and numbly recalled how she had been locked in a cupboard for a whole
day when she was tiny for wetting her bed - her starvation had driven her to eat
pieces of newspaper to stop the pain in her empty belly. She tried to remember
a time when she had been safe and loved but she had no recollection of her gran
who had looked after her from her unwanted birth until she was a toddler. If
only her gran hadn't died...if only...ohh, it was so easy to sink into utter
despair but something had always driven her on. Maybe he WOULD remember her;
maybe he WOULD come back for her. She finally curled up in the corner of the
kennel and tried to sleep but without the warmth of Max's body it was too
uncomfortable to relax on the hard floor.
*****
When the kennel door opened again, the first guard who had found her at the
metal shutters entered. He was carrying a strange kind of frame made of metal
bars with broad buckled leather straps on the ends and middle. He lay it down
in the center of the kennel and motioned for her to come closer. "Kneel at the
end, fuck-filth and bend your body over the bar with your head touching the
floor."
"Please, I..."
"FUCKING DO IT AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Alexa stifled a sob and bent herself so
the raised bar pressed against her belly. He fastened her down with a strap at
her waist then pinned her neck to the frame so she couldn't raise herself up.
"Hands and feet out to the sides, fuck-filth - MOVE IT!" He secured her wrists
and ankles to the ends of the wide bars so she couldn't close her legs or
protect her breasts. More straps went around her knees to force her thighs
further apart. "Let's get those cunt lips and ass cheeks open so Max can have
some fun!" Her startled gasp was ignored. First one strap then a second was
pulled tight around the tops of her thighs - he was going to let Max rape her!
"Hmm, got to get you all juiced up, little fuck-filth..." W8ithout any warning
or foreplay, the guard drove his fingers deeply into her vagina and began to
savagely masturbate her with his hand. Alexa bit her lip in pain and
humiliation but managed to stifle her screams - she knew if she cried out it
would only encourage him to hurt her even more. "So you won't make a noise for
me eh, stubborn little fuck-filth - well let's see if you'll howl nicely for
your new doggy-boyfriend!"
He left her trembling on the frame for several awful minutes then the door was
thrown open. "Max - RAPE!" Alexa tensed up and closed her eyes, dreading what
was about to happen. She could feel the dog's nose as he started licking and
sniffing her sopping pussy. He was going to ra... But Max had stopped. He
gave out a strange whining noise and padded around to her head. He was licking
her face! "Go on Max - RAPE THE BITCH!" Max suddenly growled and savagely
barked at the guard who backed away and left the room, muttering angrily. The
dog circled Alexa in agitation then finally settled by her side. She could just
touch his fur with the fingers of her left hand.
"Ohh Max - p-please y-you MUST d-do it! P-please, h-he'll hurt you and I
d-don't want you getting into t-trouble. Max, ohh Max PLEASE d-do it...uhh, I
know y-you have t-to. I d-don't blame you - its n-not your f-fault." But the
dog ignored her and moved closer, as if he could somehow protect her. Alexa
felt terrible - she didn't want the dog to abuse her but sensed Max would be in
danger himself if he didn't obey. He nudged her with his muzzle and looked into
her eyes. He looked so sad. "Ohhh Max, I'm so sorry..."
The door banged open. Max leapt up, baring his teeth and the hair along his
spine hackled as he faced the guard. Alexa was helpless and could only watch in
horror as the horrible guard circled around. He was holding some kind of long
electric prod - she could see a bluish-white spark jumping across the metal
points at the tip. Max suddenly lunged forward as he went for the guard's
throat. But it was no use - the tip of the prod touched Max's chest between his
front paws. Without a sound, he crashed limply to the floor just inches away
from Alexa's head. The dog gave a long, ragged sigh then lay still.
"Look at what you did, fuck-filth - you ruined a perfectly good rape dog and now
he's dead! You're a fucking murderess, you WITCH!"
Alexa wailed in despair. "N-no! Please n-n-mmmmmph!"
The guard had jammed the tip of a rubber gag between her teeth. It was shaped
like a man's relaxed penis and felt sort of soft as if it was a kind of thick,
partially inflated balloon! He pulled the straps tightly together behind her
head, forcing the rubber plug even deeper while the stiff leather front pushed
against her protesting face. Alexa mewed and shook her head - the rough edge of
the circular mouth cover was painfully digging in to the underside of her nose.
"Now you can't try your spells me! That's what you are - a filthy fucking WITCH
and witches have to be PUNISHED!" He knelt down by her face and savagely
gripped her chin, twisting her neck cruelly to her left. With his other hand,
the guard pressed something on to the front of the broad strap over her mouth.
It was a thin black pipe with an oval bulb on the end. He grinned then crushed
the oval until it was squashed flat. As he pressed hard with his fingers, Alexa
felt the horrible rubber balloon in her mouth come to life - it had somehow got
harder and bigger! He let the bulb spring back into shape then squeezed again.
The pipe made a faint hissing noise again and the long balloon surged further
into her mouth and rubbed along the roof of her mouth.
"MMMMMMPHHHHH!!!"
"What's the matter, fuck-slut - don't like the taste of rubber in your filthy
witch's mouth?" He kept squeezing the bulb, pumping the penis gag up until her
jaws were being forced widely apart and the pointed end was filling the back of
her throat. Alexa gasped and began to choke; she nearly retched and felt as if
her head was going to burst! "This little beauty's great fun in breath-play - a
little bit of asphyxiation can really bring on a girl, if it's timed just right
when she's just about to cum!" He pumped again. "Sometimes we go too far
though and she dies - choke 'er too long or too much."
He was stroking her shaking cheek as she fought desperately for breath and
strained violently against the straps and fetters that pinned her to the frame.
Everything was going black, there were stars, and her ears were ringing and
throbbing with her rapid heartbeat. I'm going to die...I'm dying now a-and
I-I'm not g-going to s-see h-h-him...ohh m-m-master... But there was a gentle
hissing noise as the hard penis that blocked her mouth relaxed and softened just
enough to let her fill her lungs with air.
"Lucky for you I got some skill with the pump, eh?" He alarmed her by squeezing
the bulb a couple of times to make it big enough to restrict her breathing
without choking her again. The guard tightened something at the front of her
gag strap then removed the pipe but the penis shape between her lips stayed
firmly inflated. He brought two black rubber objects into view and attached the
pipe to the base of the longer, larger one. It was getting bigger as he began
to pump and growing like an over-sized cock! "Ohh don't worry that it's too
small to satisfy you - it gets a LOT bigger once its deep inside your hot pussy!
But its little friend gets to go in between your ass cheeks first - blows up a
treat!" He had swapped the pipe over to the base of the pointed device. It was
tapered but went narrow again where it joined the flat base. The guard rubbed
the tip against her chin, coating it with the saliva that drooled from her
tortured mouth. He disappeared from view then she felt something pushing hard
against her anus! Before she could tighten up, it was in past her sphincter and
he began to rapidly pump up the plug. Alexa shuddered as her insides spasmed in
shock. The distended probe was filling her back passage and it hurt!
He kept on pumping until tears of agony streamed down her face then reached over
her body to pick up the final dildo. "Got to get this one right in up to your
cervix so it won't push back out, fuck-slut. Once we get him fully inflated we
can have some fun with the cattle-prod - I'm going to teach you some respect!"
Alexa mewed piteously but the dildo was soon rammed home. She had to endure
several minutes of pumping before the guard was satisfied with his efforts. Her
insides felt as if she was being torn apart. She couldn't stop shaking with
extreme pain and fear. "Just as well I put new batteries in this thing!" He
knelt behind her, pushing something sharp inside the front of her private parts
- it was the prod! "Now I'm going to count to 10, fuck-filth, so you can
prepare yourself. Ready? One, two, three..."
He tricked her - the jolt coursed through her cunt before he had said 'four'.
Alexa was overwhelmed by appalling pain. She writhed and jerked uselessly on
the frame as every nerve in her sensitive clit and labia burned in torment.
"Good, isn't it? Well, there's plenty more power in these cells. I'll just
increase the current - that was the lowest setting and it's only a tickle
compared with what this baby can do at full strength!"
NOOOOO.....PLEASE,..."OOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMPHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The pain was
incredible! Her belly, thighs and buttocks cramped as the jolt seared through
her body.
"Ready for 15%, fuck-filth? No? Okay then, let's make it 20%!" Alexa shivered
and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, dreading what would follow....
A polite, well-spoken voice suddenly interrupted her horror. "Oh dear, there
must have been some kind of mistake." She turned her head and tried to focus
her tear-filled eyes on the stranger at the kennel door. Alexa thought she knew
the voice. As her vision cleared, she realized with shock that it was the man
who had got out of the taxi at the end of the alley!
"Doctor? Can I help you, sir?" The guard sounded irritated at being disturbed
while he tortured his prisoner. "As you can see sir, I'm busy teaching this
filthy slit-bitch a lesson..."
"But surely this is the girl who is being shipped to Belgium - I have her
documents here and need to examine her." His words had made the guard freeze.
"Hmm, so this IS the girl...well, please release her and get her cleaned up.
Perhaps if she is in my surgery in 30 minutes I won't need to record this
'error' in her file." The doctor was smiling at the silent guard but without
any warmth. "I believe her future master would be most upset if he discovered
her training had already begun." With that veiled threat, he left.
The guard cursed angrily but released the valves on the ends of her anal and
vaginal intruders. Alexa slumped with relief as the pressure eased inside her
poor body. The guard came round to her head. Alexa moved her gagged mouth
towards his hand so he could open the valve. Instead, he whipped his other hand
up to savagely grip her hair and pinched her nose tightly shut with his fingers,
making her eyes swim with renewed pain. She couldn't inhale! "Listen close and
listen well, fuck-filth - if you EVER tell a master what happened here, you'll
suffer so badly you'll beg to die! We guards look after our own and we don't
take kindly to a slave-bitch making trouble for a colleague. YOU FUCKING
UNDERSTAND ME, SLIT-BITCH?" Alexa managed to nod, and then she fainted...
...Upside down...upside d... Alexa slowly made sense of her surroundings. She
was being carried over someone's shoulder and he had one arm between her thighs
with the other hand tightly gripping her hair. She knew her wrists and ankles
were locked together and her mouth was still gagged - only a ball this time but
speech was impossible. They were in a long, echoing corridor. He suddenly
turned into a large room and put her face down on the floor. Alexa hardly dared
to move while he removed all her restraints - even her collar! "Well then, go
on - we haven't got long! Get your cunt and armpits trimmed then we can remove
all the hair off your body." He had placed a battery shaver on the floor next
to her face.
"Umm, I...uhh, m-my pussy?"
He sighed as though she was stupid. "Of COURSE, slave - unless you want ME to
do it, which will take longer and then you'll have to explain why you were late
for your examination..." The ominous tone in this guard's voice was enough of a
warning. Alexa stumbled up and shyly turned away to begin removing the ginger
curls from her private parts. "FACE ME!" Miserably, she moved so the man could
watch her intimate, humiliating display. As soon as she had finished with the
shaver, he took it out of her trembling hands and ordered her to stand straight
with her legs apart and to keep her hands on her head. He wasn't satisfied
though and decided to make her put her hair up in a tight ponytail "so none of
your hair falls below your neck, slave." Then she had to stand as before but
this time with her arms outstretched while he sprayed nasty-smelling foam from
an aerosol all over her body, particularly up between her legs. It stank of
rotten eggs and began to sting her already sore private parts. "Do NOT move -
stay STILL until I permit you to relax, slave!" She began to whimper. How many
minutes was it, how long was she forced to stand under his watchful gaze before
he ordered her into the shower...the sudden, forceful jets made her jump in
fright. Alexa carefully rinsed the last of the horrible foam from her thighs
and marveled at how smooth her skin felt. She couldn't help looking down at her
newly bared cleft. Her hair was loosened and she had to wash it three times
before the guard was satisfied. When he reached in and handed her a long,
flexible tube, she was puzzled. It was didn't have a conventional spray end but
was like a slim probe with a large hole at the tip and tiny holes along its
length. He turned on the pressure and her mouth fell open in shock as its
purpose suddenly dawned. "Get a move on, slave - flush yourself out!" Numbly,
Alexa pulled her left buttock out to her side and began to aim the tip towards
her sore anus. "NOT YOUR ASS - FLUSH YOUR CUNT FIRST! You NEVER flush your ass
before your cunt, you stupid bitch!" Shaking even more at the anger in his
voice, Alexa moved the probe up and gingerly spread her labia. It tickled as it
went inside. The warm, swirling water felt so strange. It made her feel dirty,
and the worst thing of all was that it felt nice - and that made her feel even
dirtier. When he motioned her to take the pipe back out, Alex whispered that
she needed the bathroom but he just pointed down at the grill beneath her feet.
In her shame and misery, Alexa stood with her legs apart and relieved herself
while he watched. She thought her humiliation couldn't get any worse until he
ordered her to flush out her back passage. Getting the probe past her stinging
anus was horrible but yet again, the feeling inside was...strangely soothing!
He made her stand with soiled water cascading down the insides of her legs until
it was running clear. Once the pipe was removed and she had stood in the jets
of the shower for a few more minutes, the guard ordered her out and pointed at a
large towel. "Now dry yourself, slave - come ON, HURRY UP!"
*****
Stephen set the solid gold knife and fork down next to the barely touched
venison pate he had been moving around the plate and sighed. The fantastic
cuisine and palatial surroundings made no impact on his thoughts. Yasov's
intimate knowledge of his failing health had surprised him. And the almost
brutal frankness of the Russian in his assessment of his dilemma over young
Alexa's fate had left him unable to concentrate on anything. It came down to a
stark choice - have the girl executed to remove her distracting influence or
indulge himself one final time in the bittersweet pleasure of owning a personal
slave. It had been so long since his Lyssa had been put down. After Lyssa, he
had decided that he would never again allow himself to become too fond of a
slave - he believed the Ethiopian beauty would be his last property...
...Until he had looked into the large, tear-filled eyes of a thin and distressed
waif in a run-down English cafe. He had wanted to own her in that moment -
against his better judgment he wanted her kneeling by his side, wearing his
collar and serving him alone. Stephen had no idea why he was so taken with the
shabbily dressed and rather plain-looking creature. But her face had haunted
him and he knew he would have no peace unless she was under his hand...or
disposed of and out of reach. Yet there was so little time - perhaps 2 years at
best. How long could he last - when would he have had enough of this damned
cancer?
He stood up and strode past the other diners. His mind was made up - he would
fly back to London immediately. He did not wish to delay taking Alexa to be his
personal slave and instead of having her shipped to Belgium he would personally
collect her. Damn the negotiations - he would make young Alexa the most
obedient, most perfectly trained slave the Organization had ever seen!
*****
Alexa wondered why she had to be gagged, fettered and collared every time she
was moved. It was hardly as though she could escape or fight the guards.
Surely she was neither a threat nor a danger...ohh! It wasn't to protect them -
it was to remind her how weak and helpless she was in their hands. And she did
feel so utterly vulnerable as she trotted behind the guard who held her leash
chain. He stopped at a door, turned to force her down on her knees then
knocked. A voice called them in - the doctor briefly looked up to nod at the
guard then returned his attention to the files on his desk. The guard tightly
secured Alexa's leash to an overhead ring, forcing her to stand straight or
choke, then left the room. Several minutes passed. Alexa twisted her head
slightly to look at what the doctor was reading and gasped past her ball gag.
Each file had her name on the front! He had her school records, her medical
notes, her social services case file and even some photographs of her in
childhood!
There was another knock, then the most beautiful girl Alexa had ever seen
entered and placed a cup of coffee on the doctor's desk. The dusky naked girl
wore a silver collar and her nipples were pierced with rings! She had some kind
of deep tattoo on her belly, just above her bare cleft, and Alexa could make out
another ring that protruded at the front of her pussy exactly where her...OHH MY
GOD - her CLITORIS was PIERCED! The exotic slave curtseyed to the doctor then
deliberately brushed against Alexa on the way past, secretly fondling her
buttock. Alexa shivered and squirmed at the shocking, suggestive touch - she
had always craved the affections of another girl and was intensely curious about
lesbian love. She knew her young cousins cuddled together at night when their
mother was asleep and she had been so envious of their tender intimacy. And now
this beautiful stranger - perhaps she was from India or Bangladesh - had set her
on fire with a mere touch!
The doctor took a sip from the cup. Alexa intently watch his hand as it lifted
a chocolate biscuit from the saucer and placed it on the table. She was
ravenous! He took another drink, turned a page in her medical file and picked
up the biscuit. Her tummy rumbled and he looked up. "If you want the biscuit,
you have to earn it - do you understand?" Alexa instantly knew what the doctor
meant and nodded in resignation. This was how she'd earned pocket money and
food from the lodgers since she had been a small child. It wasn't so bad once
she overcame her revulsion - in fact she had become quite good at satisfying a
man with her mouth and at least it had meant they wouldn't try to put their hard
things in her privates or bottom...
He freed her collar from the ring and removed her gag then guided her around to
his side of the desk. "Well, let's see how you mean to earn your reward, then."
As she knelt between the doctor's thighs, Alexa leaned forward to catch the
zipper between her teeth then paused, suddenly troubled by what she was expected
to do. "Is there anything wrong, little slave? If you want the biscuit, you
have to satisfy me."
She was ravenously hungry but something still held her back. "Uhh, p-please
doctor...I mean doctor s-sir, I th-think my m-master...I mean if he still wants
me," she trembled expecting to be punished harshly.
"Go on, little slave."
"I w-would love the biscuit b-but I d-don't want to offend him a-and if you tell
me I m-must then I w-will but I d-don't th-think I sh-should..." Alex cringed as
the doctor slowly lifted up his hand, expecting to be hit for her insolence.
However, his hand reached for the biscuit and with a broad smile he held it to
her mouth. "Take it, little slave - you just earned it by satisfying me that
you will honor your future master with loyalty and respect!" She was stunned
and overjoyed. "You are a GOOD girl, and I am VERY pleased with you, young
Alexa!" She eagerly wolfed down the chocolate reward, even licking the last
crumb from his fingers before he wiped his hand on her hair.
What followed once he removed her fetters and collar was the most thorough,
detailed and intimate medical examination she had ever experienced. Every inch
of her skin was subjected to scrutiny; her ears, eyes and mouth were carefully
checked; her heart beat, blood pressure, breathing and reflexes were measured
then measured again; swabs, blood, urine and tiny skin samples were collected
and carefully labeled. As the doctor gently felt each bone and joint, he
frowned when he traced his fingers across her chest. "There is no mention of a
road accident in your files yet you have old multiple and compound rib
fractures. And your skull has a hairline fracture above the right socket.
Slave, when did the crash happen - you must have been about 10 or 11 years old I
believe, yes?"
Alexa bit her lip and looked away. "N-no road accident...I, uhhh, m-my mum's
boyfriend...I w-wouldn't uhh d-do...d-dirty things with h-him, he uhh h-he..."
But she couldn't continue speaking and was desperate to keep the awful memory of
that brutal night locked away.
"Ahhh, I see. Well, no more questions, little Alexa. Just one more test then
you will be fed - you are too underweight for your height and look as though a
few good meals will not go amiss!" He led her to the examination couch again
and told her to lie on her back. "Now I want you to relax, take your time
and...make yourself cum for me." Alexa half-sat up, suddenly blushing with
acute embarrassment. "I need to assess your sexual response to stimulation,
girl. Here," he handed her a black dildo in the exact shape of a man's penis.
"You can use this if it helps. I want you to bring yourself to the most intense
climax you can manage, preferably a multiple orgasm until I tell you to stop.
Ohh, and don't bother trying to fake it - I know exactly what I am looking for!"
Alexa lay back and swallowed nervously before rubbing the tip of the phallus
along her labia. "Aren't you going to switch it on, slave?" He smiled at her
puzzled expression, amused and rather touched by her genuine naivety and
innocence. The furious vibrations as he twisted the base and handed it back
traveled up her arm. Alexa looked up trustingly and touched her sex with the
buzzing tip, yelping in excited surprise...
He crossed out her initial '3.2' rating from the box marked 'Slave Index' and
looked across at the sleeping girl on the examination couch. Her performance
when instructed to masturbate had been remarkable - she had arched and wept in
violent orgasm on nine occasions, finally abandoning the vibrator to employ her
fingertips when the stimulation became too much. Interesting behavior, he mused
- Alexa had touched herself in a predictable pattern until the point of climax
then had rolled over to her right side, fiercely clasped her left buttock and
vigorously rubbed to the right of her clitoris. With toes curled, head thrown
back and glazed eyes open, the girl had mewed and sobbed until she was finally
shaking and crying uncontrollably. He had to stop her as she had exhausted
herself.
A hidden, overhead camera had recorded the whole episode and he decided the tape
should accompany his report. This girl had excellent potential - far higher
than his original assessment. He wrote '7.4' on the form and smiled at the
reaction this was bound to cause when Stephen received the documents. Some
fully broken slaves could barely muster a straight '8' while this girl had not
even BEGUN her proper training! The doctor dialed the kitchens, ordering a
large bowl of standard slave rations before returning his thoughtful gaze to
curled-up sleeper. Perhaps she might even attain the extremely rare and much
sought-after '10' rating. Certainly, if any master were capable of bringing her
on to that standard it would be Stephen. Who would have thought that such a
girl - small, thin and not terribly pretty - could display naturally submissive
attributes and raw sexuality so highly. It would be intriguing to monitor
Alexa's progress during her intensive training, as long as poor Stephen's health
did not deteriorate too rapidly...
