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ENCOUNTER WITH DESTINY - PART 9
By slave ruthie
"Good morning, my pretty little slave."
Although he was smiling as he looked down on her, she was aware of a slightwarning in his voice. He had emphasized the word 'pretty' to remind her itwas HIM who set her value, not her. "Umm, g-good morning, my uhh kindmaster!"
He frowned. "I am going to assume my kindness has nothing to do withdescribing my own property as 'pretty', slave, and that last night's lessondoes not need repeating. Hmmm?" He waited until she lowered her eyes andshook her head. Satisfied by her contrite response, Stephen yanked the duvetright off the bed. "Time you were up - I had my shower and left you tosleep this morning but don't expect such indulgence all the time, my PRETTYslave." When Alexa rose and began to pad across towards the en suite bathroom,he called her back and freed her ankle from the cuff. "You may use thebathroom but no shower, mind - no point you getting spruced up until afteryour exercise regime." Alexa obediently relieved herself then splashedher face with cold water to wake herself up. There was something differentabout her reflection. Despite her tousled hair and still-sleepy eyes, she looked...howto describe it? She GLOWED. Perhaps it was the after-effects of being wokenearlier by her master's expert fingers stroking between her thighs before positioningher and penetrating her from behind - she hadn't climaxed but it had felt verysoothing and simply plain nice. He had cupped her breasts and played with herringed nipples as he gently thrust into her body. Then, having spent himself,the man who had transformed her life just held her close again until she driftedoff into a deep sleep. She felt sticky between her legs where his semen andher juices had leaked from her privates. There was a bidet in the bathroom.She knew ABOUT them but not HOW to use one. Twisting the little lever, shemanaged to get a small fountain of warm water to appear. Alexa didn't knowwhich way to sit and felt too embarrassed to ask her master. She straddledthe bidet and used the spray and her hands to clean herself. It was oddly pleasantand she felt fresh and clean afterwards. Alexa dried her body then presentedherself for inspection.
"Did you brush your teeth, slave?" She shook her head. "Backin there and brush them PROPERLY- and use the dental floss." He sighed. "Inever understand you Brits - fussy about so many trivial, unimportant thingsthen you don't bother to look after your teeth! Well, you need to learn aboutgood oral hygiene, girl. I will arrange a dental appointment - the doctor thoughtyou might need some orthodontic treatment and at least one molar repaired." Alexadid her best with the floss and listened to his words with a mixture of dreadand awe. She was frightened of dentists but amazed that her master was takingher health so seriously. At first, she thought he would quickly lose interestand discard her like a broken toy but his remarks implied a much longer-termrelationship! He examined her mouth carefully then patted her head and calledsomeone on the phone. "There, that's fixed up - let's get you properlyattired for your first day here."
Being 'properly attired' meant having a stiff, red leather posture collarlocked around her throat with a padlock through the strong buckle. Thicker,red leather straps were secured around her wrists and ankles. Her master padlockedher wrist cuffs together then pulled her hands up her back before securingthe cuffs to a short chain dangling from the rear of her collar. He fittedanother short chain between her ankle cuffs and used another to lock the frontof her collar to the center of the chain between her feet. This meant thateven with her legs together, she couldn't stand up properly and would haveto walk bent over because the chains were too small. The final restraint lookedhorrible. She moaned as the rubber probe pressed against her mouth but partedher lips and didn't resist her oral penetration. The gag was attached to akind of red leather bridle that he tightened over her head, under her chinand at the rear of her neck. This made her chew on the probe and preventedany speech. Alexa peered up at her master and whimpered forlornly - what hadshe done wrong? Why was he treating her like this?
Stephen smiled and patted his slave's head. "As far as I'm concerned,you do not need to be restrained and displayed as an untrained slave, my littleAlexa. However, my fellow masters would expect me to do things by the numbersand we do not want to encourage sloppy practices where slaves are concerned- do we?" She lowered her head so he wouldn't see her anxious expressionbut he seemed to know what she was thinking and reassuringly stroked her hair. "Youare not in trouble, you know - yesterday's disciplining is over and forgottenas far as I am concerned, little slave."
But SHE couldn't forget it. Alexa kept thinking about what had happened afterher whipping - the incredible release of climaxing after being severely whippedhad frightened and amazed her. It still echoed in her heart and mind. He toldher to kneel on the rug with her thighs apart and remain motionless while hesat at the large, wooden desk and read a file he took from the shelves. Alexatried to keep as still as possible and listened to the turning of the pages.After what seemed like ages (but had probably only been less that a quarterof an hour) there was a knock on the door and a tall, strikingly handsome manentered at her master's invitation. "Ahh Marek, good morning - this isthe girl. Her free name was Alexa and I have decided she will keep it." Sheturned her head sharply in her master's direction - she had never thought hemight change her name. Perhaps she might have liked a different identity -she had grown up wishing for something prettier or more feminine. But HE hadchosen for her to keep her name - did he like it? Did he really like her name?
The man was striding towards her. There was something familiar about hisfeatures - he could nearly have been a younger version of her master, exceptfor his jet black hair and dark, piercing eyes that were almost hawkish inappearance. Those eyes burned into her like a raptor in flight scanning forprey. Despite his smile, Alexa felt very afraid of the man and couldn't helptrembling when his long fingers cupped her chin. He turned her head to theleft then to the right as though he was examining livestock or a pet at a show. "Sheis not what I expected - this one is most interesting, father." (FATHER?He is my master's SON?)
"Glad you approve - do you think between the two of us we can make somethingof little Alexa here?"
"It would be a challenge, I think. You say she is ready for trainingand we do not need to break her into slavery?"
She wondered about the oddly stilted, formal way they were speaking to eachother, and the long pauses between replies. Her master came over and ruffledher hair. "Alexa was a natural slave before I found her but did not knowwhat she felt or what it meant - she took to the collar as soon as it was fastenedaround her neck. I think we can accelerate her training - hard and fast, Marek.She already understands that she IS a slave. Now she needs to learn how toBE a slave."
The younger man scrutinized her. "Hard and fast? This you are sure of,father? I will spare her nothing, you understand."
Her master was looking down at her. "Anything you think she needs -short of permanent physical damage without my prior agreement, of course."
Alexa was becoming increasingly alarmed by the direction their conversationwas following but didn't want to interrupt by begging for mercy - she had learnedfrom a very tender age that pleading or crying never helped and actually madethings worse. Her mother's vicious, unpredictable temper and the way she hadpushed her daughter away with a look of revulsion whenever she sought comfortor affection had taught Alexa from early childhood to expect no love, protectionor mercy. And yet, despite all the abuse and the cruel rejection, she was stillher mummy and Alexa hoped she was happy, wherever she was now...if she wasstill alive. The deep sadness that weighed down her heart had been lifted fora little while when her master had made her climax so fiercely. But now hewas handing her to his son to be hurt, punished, and harshly trained! Why wasshe so unlovable? Why did she deserve such a cruel life, cheated of kindnessand understanding? Why - it was as though she was cursed but what had she everdone so wrong that she had to suffer this much? She kept her head down andtried to squeeze her eyelids tightly shut to reduce the flow of tears downher face...
...And then her master's fingers were wiping away the moisture on her cheeks. "Mylittle one," he murmured. "If you do everything Marek demands, youwill become such a magnificent slave. It will not be easy. There will be painand hardship to endure but do not despair - you are MY slave now and all Irequire is your best effort. You have already earned your place at my feet,girl - do you understand?" His calm, steady voice was so reassuring shesighed and pressed her head against his hand. ''Good girl - that's better.''Marek excused himself and left them, explaining that he needed to fetch someequipment from Stores.
Several minutes later, he returned and threw a collection of items down onthe rug next to her. Alexa's master peered down at the assortment of leatherand metal items and pointed at two long objects covered with stiff bristlesthat looked to Alexa like cylindrical brushes. ''Those seem a little excessiveMarek, surely?''
"Hard and fast, father - it is what we agreed." Marek set aboutremoving her wrist cuffs but her arms weren't free for long. "Place yourhands behind you with palms together and fingers straight." It was a kindof leather single glove or tapered sleeve. She felt the zip being tugged up,forcing her elbows closer. He was looping leather straps over her shoulders,diagonally between her breasts and fastening the ends together to form a tightharness around her chest. Alexa winced with each buckle that Marek tugged shutfrom her wrists to above her elbows. By the time he had finished, there wasno way she could move her arms - not even an inch! He made her stand but thechain from her collar to her ankle chain forced her to bend further forward.Alexa looked imploringly at her master but he merely glanced in her directionthen returned to his papers.
"Legs apart slave - get that ankle chain stretched tight NOW!" Shejumped at the sound of Marek's voice and obeyed but it meant she was bendingeven further and could only look at the floor. A thick, red leather strap wentaround her waist. She grunted in pain as it was tightened so much her bellywas being squeezed into a tiny circle. He was attaching something at the frontof the belt. She felt his hand reaching from behind, pulling something up betweenher thighs. She squealed in shock at the hard, prickly sensation as somethingpushed her pussy lips apart. It was really sore! As the strap was pulled higher,the object drove deeper into her cunt - it felt rough and sharply pointed allover and she realized with dread that it was one of the strange brushes.
Then came a sensation she knew and intensely disliked - something pressingagainst her anus. Alexa whimpered uselessly as the second prickly object easilyovercame her sphincter muscles and worked its way up her ass. Marek did somethingthat joined the tip of the stiff glove around her fingers to the cruel strapbeneath her body. Alexa shook as her master's son attached a long pole to theback of her collar then locked her wrists to the shaft half way along its length.
"Father, can you open the door please?" Marek began to pull theend of the pole upwards. "On your toes, slave!" Alexa cried in distress- the movement of the pole was pulling her arms up, which in turn meant thestrap between her thighs was being tugged higher - and that was making therough objects inside her aching pussy and backside dig in even deeper! Shestruggled up on tiptoes to gain any relief and yelped as she was propelledforwards by the pole.
"Please try to bring her back in one piece - at least on her first day'straining!" Her master sounded amused by her plight and gave her a painfulswat on her backside as she was forced out into the corridor.
Every step was sore - every movement made the horrible, sharp-surfaced plugsscratch in and out of her sensitive orifices. Alexa struggled to keep up onher toes and desperately tried to concentrate on the polished wooden floorin an effort to keep her balance. Marek gave her no respite and forced heron at such a pace she kept jarring her ankles because the chain linking themwas so short. "Keep that chain up off the ground, slave - I do not wantto hear a single link touch the floor!
Alexa was vaguely aware of passing people - there were men's shoes and trouseredlegs, and the bare legs and fettered feet of other girls like herself. Shecould hear their curious female whispering but never saw above their thighs. "Keepmoving, slave - FASTER!"
They finally reached their destination, much to Alexa's relief - her legswere shaking after their long exertion. Marek clamped the end of the pole inan adjustable bracket suspended from the ceiling in the center of the room.Unfortunately, this meant the only way she could keep the excruciating probesfrom fully penetrating her private parts was by remaining on her toes. Andher feet were very tired and sore. "So this is the little slave that myfather has given up so much over." Marek whispered in her ear. "Heseems to be fond of you but to me you are just another piece of untrained femaleflesh. Now, your first lesson in obedience is never to disappoint me, slaveAlexa. I do not like that - shall we show you what will happen if I am a littledisappointed?" He tightened a black, padded leather strap over her eyes,blindfolding her completely. She felt the pole being raised higher until herbody was almost fully penetrated and she was only able to touch the floor onthe points of her toes! Then there was a buzzing sound behind her. "Uhhhhhnnnnn!!!" Itwas like being burned by a fire that only lasted for seconds - but each secondbrought dreadful agony. "These are only the mildest of shocks, slave.Just try to think what they will feel like if you anger me!" He touchedher with the prod in different parts of her body, making her dance and howlin distress. She couldn't see where the next shock would be, or when and forhow long it might be applied. Alexa stumbled and fell after one particularlysevere jolt coursed through her left calf but the rigid pole kept her up. Thetorture seemed to continue for ages until she heard Marek's casual voice whisperin her ear once more. "So I think you will want to please me, won't you?" Alexawhimpered that she did. "I did not hear you, slave - speak up!"
"Ummmphhh!!! Ethsssss!!!"
"What? You want stronger shocks?"
"Nnnnnnnnn!!! PLTHHHHHH!!! UUUUUUUUUUHHHHH!!!!!" Alexa writhedand struggled as shock after shock jolted through her defenseless body.
She accidentally knocked Marek's leg with her bare foot in her desperateattempts to regain her balance and to keep her weight off her throat and crotchrestraints. "Now you HAVE annoyed me, insolent slave!" Marek snarledin her ear then did something to the chain between her ankle cuffs so she couldn'tlift her feet off the hard floor more than a few inches. She knew the nextsound; knew what it meant! Alexa shuddered as she heard the unmistakable noiseof a leather belt being undone and removed. She tensed, uncertain where thefirst blow would fall and dreading its landing. He would be pulling back hisarm - she knew the motion so well from her childhood. He would be aiming; hewould bring down the b...AIIIIEEE!!! Fire erupted across the backs of her thighsjust below her buttocks! They were some of the most painful, sensitive partsof her skin and this man had wasted no time in hurting them! A second blowlashed across the backs of her calves! Then he was forcing her left foot back,turning her ankle to expose...NOOOOO!!! Alexa bit down so hard on the rubberprobe in her mouth she nearly severed it from the bridle. Her poor foot wasbathed in agony! Marek dropped her ankle and twisted her right foot back. Shecouldn't bear to touch the ground with her thrashed left foot and swung herfull weight on the pole, ramming the spiked probes completely up her ravagedvagina and rectum. She gasped as her collar pressed hard against the frontof her neck. The lash of the belt across her right sole was too much. Her teethsevered the rubber probe in her mouth and she reflexively swallowed, helplesslyblocking her airway! Alexa convulsed and thrashed in panic, trying to gaspin any air! She bucked and writhed in terror - choking! Ohh God, I'm CHOK...
Moments later, she felt a blade sliding between her cheek and the leatherstrap. Marek tore away the ruined bridle and forced open her jaws to pull therubber plug out of the back of her throat. She coughed and retched painfullyfor several minutes, fighting down her panic and the urge to vomit. As sheinhaled freely again and her heart stopped pounding so fiercely, she brieflyforgot about the awful pain between her legs or the burning welts caused bythe leather belt. "Th-thank y-you for saving my OOMPHHH!!!" The bridlehad been replaced by a ball gag! Alexa had to endure several more minutes ofthe leather belt before she was mercifully lowered until her knees touchedthe ground.
Marek released her from all her fetters except for the straps around herwaist and under her crotch, and the broad leather collar around her throat.He clipped a short lead to the rear of her collar and positioned her on handsand knees. Alexa felt so ashamed - he was treating her like a dog at an obedienceclass. "That is the end of lesson one, slave. Remember we can return toit at any time if I think you have forgotten what you were taught! Now, youwill crawl to the showers. Keep your head DOWN and do NOT speak!"
The journey from the room where she had been cruelly disciplined to the large,communal bathroom took them down a long corridor with a single flight of stepsat the end. Alexa found it very difficult going down steps on her hands andknees but didn't dare complain - she just wanted to get the horrible brushesout of her sore insides and hoped this would be allowed soon. There were othergirls in the showers - naked like herself but standing and whispering in Frenchand English about her. A brown-skinned girl contrived to 'accidentally' rubher thigh against Alexa's shoulder but was sharply rebuked and ordered to standclear by Marek. Alexa was so glad of her touch.
"Stand up, slave, with feet apart and hands on your head - MOVE IT!" Marekunbuckled the tight strap that had squeezed her waist and pulled the looseend of the strap between her thighs downwards. Somehow, she managed not tocry out as both bristled probes were pulled out of her vagina and rectum -the pain was awful and she wept as silently as possible. "Get those dildoesclean NOW, slave. Use the soap - I want to see them spotless."
The soap dispenser smelled of disinfectant and she carefully cleaned offthe horrible devices under the cascade of warm water before showing them toMarek. "Good girl - now clean yourself before mealtime. And I mean THOROUGHLY,slave - and not just the outside of your body!"
"Umm, I don't unders..."
"Your cunt and ass, girl - surely you were taught to do that in England?"
She looked down in dismay. "Y-yes, Marek but..."
"Yes SIR! Do not EVER show disrespect again - or we will start withlesson one again! Is that what you want, girl? IS IT?"
"N-no...sir. Please ohh please..." She burst into tears and hid herface.
His voice had softened. "Please what, Alexa - what is it you were goingto ask me, slave? Speak honestly - I will not punish you on this occasion."
"P-please, umm, why...I mean why does everybody hate me?" Her voicesank to a whisper. "I c-can't h-help being l-like this. I know I'm notpretty or clever or s-sexy a-and I know you'll punish me for saying it butwhy, uhh, do I always have t-to be treated so h-harshly..."
He surprised her by actually stroking her head. "This is for your ownsurvival, Alexa. My father...your master has very high standards and you willthank me in the future. I know very little about your history. There is moreto tell, is there not?" He lifted her chin up. "Get cleaned up thenwe will talk while you are fed - despite what you think, I am not a monster,girl."
She felt the eyes of the other girls watching her intently but none daredapproach while she knelt before Marek. "Another spoonful - open wide,slave." Alexa kept her hands by her sides as he had demanded and opened hermouth. She was the only girl being hand fed and she sensed the other slavegirls were bothered by this - were they weren't envious? "Good girl -now, you have said little about home life. But you have a bad past, yes slave?" Shelowered her eyes and nodded forlornly. "Listen to me, slave. That is finished- over. This is a new start. But I am puzzled. You are not stupid, you speakpassable French, you learn quickly - so why did you go to the special school?"
He waited until she finished swallowing. "Umm, m-my social worker, errshe said I was uhhm educationally s-subnormal, sir."
"Then it seems to me she was wrong, n'est pas?"
"Umm, oui sieur."
"D'accord." Marek paused to sniff the brown paste in the bowl andwrinkled his nose in disgust. "What does this stuff actually taste of?"
"I uhh I d-don't know, sir - I can't umm describe it sir but it uhhhit isn't too bad when you get used to it."
"Like slavery, then - do you think you will also get used to that andit won't be too bad, Alexa?" He was smiling as she considered how to reply.
"I will try very hard, sir." She paused, unsure if her next wordswould get her into trouble. "W-will you umm, will you help me sir? P-please?"
He sat looking down at her, not saying a word. Finally, he reached forwardand slowly stroked her cheek. "I lived in your country you know - I wasat your Sandhurst on an exchange commission for nearly two years. Then we hadthe break-up of my country and I had to return to a war zone. I remember therewas a Croatian girl trained by your MI6, a very beautiful blonde - I do notknow why I am telling you this. She was captured trying to assassinate Karadzic- she was very good, nearly succeeded. Nearly blew my own cover too…andI had to interrogate then execute her." He continued to stroke her head,ignoring the look of horrified alarm on her face and the silence that had descendedon the whole room. "We raped and abused her, tortured her with shocksand heated pokers...then the questions started. Then we began again. She lastednearly a week but by the time I had finished with her, she was not so beautifuland her death would be a blessing. She asked for my help too in the end andI did this by putting a rifle to the back of her head and shooting her on thefloor of her cell - she could not even kneel anymore. You see, you remind meof her, even though you have no idea what I am talking about, do you? And nowit is you asking for my help."
"Sir, Marek please sir, I'm sorry for asking. Please forgive..."
He placed his forefinger over her mouth. "Of course I will help you- I will not be gentle or make it easier for you. It will be HARDER for younow little Alexa because I will make you as perfect a slave as I can."
Alexa looked up at him. She knew he was waiting for her to respond. All theother slaves were listening too, weighing her up. "Th-thank you, Mareksir."
"No - I thank YOU slave, for believing in me." He laughed and tousledher hair. "Eat up - we've got much hard work to do!" He placed anotherspoonful of the slave rations in her mouth. Perhaps his father was not so foolishto take this little English girl as a personal slave after all...maybe shemight just endure her training and be worth keeping for a while longer. Andif his father tired of her, he could use the practice – Bosnia seemedsuch a distant memory and all those techniques he had learned from the BritishArmy were getting rusty!
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