2nd Chance - The Organization Series 3

SECOND CHANCE

Chapter 2

The days and weeks passed by with Alexa growing stronger and healthier. The bruises had disappeared; the scratches on her inner thighs had faded. Even the cervical collar was gone. Christina's master had examined her thoroughly and declared her nearly recovered. "Your voice will always be weak, slave." He had explained how her throat had sustained considerable damage when she was hanging. He patted her on the head and said he would inform her master she was ready. Alexa was excited and a little scared. She was going to start a new life under a new master! What would he be like? Would he be cruel or gentle? It was something she struggled to comprehend - why had he saved her. Christina had told her as much as she knew. He was called Charles; he didn't own any other slaves. In fact, none of the other girls had ever heard of him owning one. They were all frightened of him - he was said to be an expert at torture and execution. All the guards and even some of the other masters showed him great respect. Alexa herself was a cause for great interest and a little awe among the slaves - she felt embarrassed by that.

The long hours in the hospital cell had given her time to reminisce. She recalled huge chunks of her empty childhood, moving from one foster family to another. She remembered the little room over the shop that was her home until the day she was abducted. Alexa remembered waking up in the middle of the night to shadows - being pinned down by strong arms while a rubber gas mask was forced over her mouth. She relived the hours of her breaking in minute detail. The cruel sting of the flogger broken only by the kiss of her master, over and over until she was begging for his kisses, begging for his touch, finally begging for the whip...

Alexa hugged herself as she gloried in the sweet recollection of her first orgasm at his hands. She had been hanging in chains, naked, helpless, her ankles spread impossibly wide apart by a bar. He had driven her almost crazy, tormenting her to the brink of climax repeatedly until she was weeping and shrieking past her gag. She lay back on the hospital bed and touched herself. Her fingers became his; her touch was his. She gasped and arched her back, mewing softly as the memories and reality overwhelmed her. When she finally opened her eyes, she realized with shock that her new master was standing over her!

"Well, you certainly behave as if you've recovered! There'll be no more of that without permission - understand me?" He was frowning but there was a twinkle in his eyes. Alexa immediately got down from the bed and kneeled on the floor. He lifted her chin up with his hand. "Slave, do you understand me?"

He wasn't smiling. Alexa swallowed nervously and stammered, "Y-yes M-master!"

"Good." He motioned to Christina who ran forward and draped a red PVC catsuit on the bed. "Put this on then we are going. The flight leaves in an hour and I want no delays. We will begin your instruction when we arrive."

Alexa stared in confusion at the catsuit - red was the color of a slave in training! She whispered "b-but I'm already t-trained, Master!"

He whirled and stared down at her so fiercely she cringed in fear. "Not by me! Am I making myself clear?" She nodded and lowered her head in respect. "Now get dressed!"

Alexa swiftly climbed into the skin-tight catsuit and shrugged it over her shoulders. She was grateful to Christina for helping with the calf and forearm zips and for tugging the tight front zip shut. It fitted like a glove to her body. Alexa could feel the crotch zip riding in between her labia and buttocks. She put her wrists behind her back for the cuffs and stood while more fetters went round her ankles. She smiled at Christina and opened her mouth for the ball gag.

Christina turned and bowed at Alexa's master. "Sir, please may I kiss your slave goodbye?" He nodded. Christina gently embraced her recovered patient and kissed her full on the mouth. Both girls had tears in their eyes. "Be well, little Alexa - I'll never forget you!"

"I can't thank you enough for looking after me! Ohhh Christina, dear sister - be well!" One final kiss then Alexa's master cleared his throat. Christina held the red ball up to Alexa's lips. She accepted the gag and waited while the straps were firmly buckled behind her head. He came forward and locked a plain steel collar around her throat, attached a metal tag with a seven-digit number stamped on it, then snapped a chain leash to the front. Alexa felt the tug and trotted behind him, hampered by the short chain between her ankles. At the door, she managed to turn her head and caught one last glimpse of Christina. Then she left to face her new life...

Alexa tried desperately to keep up with her new Master. She nearly stumbled on a staircase then bumped into him. He just looked at her without smiling, making her cringe in fear. Moments later, they were outside. It was dark and raining slightly. Alexa shivered - partly from the cold, wet ground under her bare feet - and waited while he spoke to another man. In the lights of the courtyard, she could make out a large truck. Nearby, the tailgate of a 4x4 hung open. Alexa's Master snapped his fingers at her and pointed towards the vehicle. Not wanting to displease him, she clambered up and curled inside the wire cage behind the seats. At least there was a blanket. A man shut and locked the cage then closed the tailgate. She could only see the sky through the windows - the cage roof was too low to let her see any more. Alexa lay down and watched the glare of the street lamps passing overhead. Eventually, the vehicle stopped at what looked like a white pole. The 4x4 sped into total darkness then stopped again and the engine died. It seemed like ages before the tailgate clicked open and she was dragged out of her cage.

She looked around in amazement. There was a huge jet aircraft nearby, lit up by spotlights, surrounded by vehicles and people. Alexa tried to see her Master but she was suddenly pushed by a large man in camouflage uniform towards the steps. She panicked at the bottom and tried to pull back. Alexa was terribly afraid of heights and tried to beg but the gag and the steady roar of the engines drowned out her pleas. He simply threw her over one shoulder with his broad, muscular arm between her thighs and carried her up to the top. Alexa squeezed her eyes tightly shut rather than look down to the bare concrete far below. He marched her down the empty cabin and pushed her into a seat. The man bent down and locked her ankle chain to the bar below the seat then separated her manacles. Alexa sat uselessly while her wrists were chained to the arms of the seat. She whimpered while the safety belt was yanked so tightly that her tummy was pressed in.

She wasn't going anywhere. She tried to stare out of the window but he leaned across and drew the blind. As he pulled back, he paused and brushed his hand across her face. Alexa looked up, helpless to stop him. The burly guard was staring down at the outline of her nipple rings straining against her catsuit. His fingers caught hold of the zipper under her collar. "Nnnnn....plsssss!" The sound of the zip peeling apart made her jump. He slipped his hand inside the suit and began to fondle her left breast, catching and pinching her swollen tip between his rough thumb and forefinger. And she couldn't resist! His other hand wandered down her front and began to draw down the zip over her crotch. Alexa moaned and pressed her thighs together but he was too strong! He pushed his fingers between the parted seam, exploring her cunt while she writhed helplessly. Alexa couldn't stop herself - he was going to make her cum! When he twisted her clit ring, she bit down on the ball in her mouth and squeezed her tear-filled eyes closed. It was no use! The tension was unbearable - he shouldn't be doing this! Alexa struggled desperately, trying to pull her legs up but her ankles were locked beneath the seat!

The man leaned close and hissed. "You think you're all so fucking special, don't you - you arrogant English bitches!" She whimpered in fear - he was hurting her so much! "Well you're just another stupid cunt-slave and don't you forget it!" His hand slid out of the front of her suit but he was pushing his other hand deeply into her cunt! He started fist-fucking her and the pain was terrible! Alexa howled in torment but he savagely covered her nose and mouth, forcing her head against the seat rest. "Shut the fuck up, cunt!" She couldn't scream, couldn't breathe - her arms and legs went rigid with pain.

"Something wrong, guard?" A deep American voice came from the aisle. Alexa twisted her head miserably when the guard released her nose. A tall, distinguished man was looking down at her with mild amusement.

"Uh, no Senator - just settling down this bitch. She's being a bit sassy and not wanting to co-operate!"

"Hmm, you should show more respect, my dear." He turned to the man. "Teach her the error of her ways but don't leave any marks. And we're taking off in fifteen minutes, mind." He moved down the aisle leaving Alexa at the mercy of her abuser.

"You heard the Senator, you pathetic little slit-bitch- gotta teach you respect!" He removed his fist from her sopping cunt and took a cigarette lighter out of his pocket. Alexa could only stare in fear while the catsuit was pulled off her shoulders, exposing her chest. He suddenly gripped her right breast tightly making her yelp. Her poor nipple was going red as he increased the pressure. He lit the lighter and slowly moved it until the bright flame began to lick her gold ring! Alexa squealed in agony - her nipple began to feel very hot. He held her down against the seat and let the flame play on her ring until she was shrieking and whimpering dreadfully. "What? You want another lesson, cunt?" She shook her head and wept bitterly. He savagely gripped her other breast and applied the flame to her piercing. This time the burning seemed to go on forever! Alexa wailed and threw her head back, unable to escape the awful torture. "So you're gonna be a good little cunt now?" She nodded desperately. He leaned closer and smiled cruelly. "And there's no point bleating to your Master - he's not going to listen to a good-for-nothing cunt-slave. He'll put you back on that spike and this time he'll finish you real slow like you deserve!" Alexa shook miserably at his words. She felt so helpless - so worthless! He moved his fist down between her shaking thighs. "Now open those fucking knees properly, English cunt-slave!"

She had to endure several more agonizing minutes of severe abuse before eventually cumming painfully on his fist. Then he finally closed up her zips and moved away. Tears dripped down her cheeks - tears of pain, despair, of frustration. Her Master walked past without even looking at her. Alexa wept and tried to blot out the agony in her ravaged cunt. She suddenly felt the jet moving. The engines were getting louder! She couldn't help making a soft keening noise in fear as the cabin tipped back. Where was she going - was it to the place called "The Ranch"? The jet seemed to go very quiet and she knew they had left the ground. Her old life was receding as they climbed into the night. Alexa thought of her first master - dear sweet Master Steve. She wanted to be brave for him - what would He have expected of her? And now she belonged to this new master - Master Charles. He had taken her to the brink of a cruel death then relented. He was a mystery - kindly and terrifying at the same time! But would she have been better dead? Her breasts ached terribly and she felt raw inside her pussy. She dreaded more torture. That guard was a sadistic bully!

An attendant came and began to unlock her cuffs from the arms of the seat. He padlocked them together in front of her tummy and removed her seat belt. When her ankle chain was freed from the bar, she was pulled to the aisle by her leash chain and taken to the front of the cabin. The steward passed her leash to her Master and walked away. Alexa knelt in response to the tug on her leash but her Master forced her head right down and placed his foot against her neck. "So you don't like flying, little Alexa?" She made no attempt to reply.

The other man was speaking. "I'm sure she's very charming Charles, but why isn't she in the hold with the other slaves?"

"Because it is mine."

The other man sounded amazed. "What - yours? Well, I never thought that our Head of Security would bother to keep a creature for himself - after all, you have so many at your disposal and you are renowned for, um, not extending their welcomes!"

The chain from her collar grew tighter but his foot kept Alexa's face to the floor. "Perhaps this one might meet my requirements, if it passes my test. Otherwise..."

Alexa went very still. What test? Was this the re-training? And what would happen if she failed? She had learned of his reputation - a ruthless executioner and expert at breaking a slave. But he had changed his mind and lifted her clear of the spike, cut her down and given her CPR! Why her? She listened to their conversation, wondering what was being discussed. All she could follow was snippets - "...shipments from Kabul finally resumed, ...excellent stock - innocent, easily broken, ...illegal immigrants - ironic how the pick of the crop comes running to be harvested..."

The steward had returned with drinks. "And a juice for my slave please." Her Master removed his foot from her neck and handed down a carton. Alexa waited for her gag to be released. Her jaws ached from the long period that they had been forced apart by the ball. She sipped the fruity nectar through the plastic straw with relish. But she really needed to pee. It had taken all her willpower not to wet herself with fright while the guard had raped her with his fist. She tugged gently on her Master's trouser leg. "Well, what is it slave?"

Alexa's voice was croaky. "M-Master please...the bathroom please. N-not w-wanting accident, Master!"

He called the steward over and asked him to deal with her. At the cubicle, Alexa paused, uncertain how to remove her catsuit with her cuffs still on. "Bend forward, girl!" The steward thrust down her head and pushed his hand between her thighs, swiftly yanking her crotch zip open. "Now squat and wipe your cunt dry afterwards!" Alexa sat with her legs wide on the pan and relieved herself while the steward watched. When she finished and washed her hands, he didn't bother to zip up her crotch. She was just pushed back down the aisle and made to kneel as before.

"Well Charles, aren't we going to see what you have acquired? That catsuit's very fetching but what of the slave?" The other man was making fun of her!

A key was dropped next to Alexa's face. "Free yourself and strip, slave!" Alexa stared at the key - her old Master had never allowed her to touch a key. She hesitated. "Slave, why are you still clothed?" Her new Master's voice was stern. Alexa removed her wrist & ankle cuffs as quickly as possible and unzipped her catsuit.

As she peeled the costume down her body, the older man spoke again. "Hmm - a bit thin and small, but nice piercings. That's not your brand Charles, it's too healed." He leaned forward and made her kneel in front with her thighs apart. "Come along slut, hands on head!" He reached down and tugged on her clit ring making her gasp. "Very neat job! Ahhhhh, I recognize the design now - this was Stephen's mark, wasn't it?" Alexa listened, craving any words about her late beloved Master. The man looked at his colleague. "But why is she still alive - surely you didn't bother to claim her? You could have any fresh slave you wish!"

Her Master's reply thrilled and appalled her. "This one was utterly devoted to Stephen, willingly accepted death. Had I bound it properly or used the full dosage in good time, it would have met the proper end for a slave who's Master has passed away. The fault was mine, I let it fight death and I relented. It has an admirable spirit! But whether it can serve me as well as Stephen, that remains to be seen!"

Somehow those words, although cruel and dispassionate, made Alexa display herself at their feet with greater vigor and intense passion. Both men smiled, entertained by her enthusiasm and the way in which she lost all control while the tip of her Master's shoe teased between the folds of her cunt...

There was something very soothing about the low roar of the jet engines and the soft voices of her Master and the other man. Alexa curled up tightly under the blanket at their feet and clutched her collar chain with both hands. She had amused them until she was exhausted. It's all right for men, she thought. They can cum once and just get on with things immediately! Alexa always felt so weak, slightly dazed and needed to recover after an orgasm. And she had lost count of the number of orgasms that coursed through her body while she employed fingers, her Master's foot, and the vibrator he had thrown down to her to make her cry in anguish and relief. Alexa kept her head under the blanket and closed her eyes. She was too excited to sleep and wanted more than anything to hear whatever her Master had to say.

"You saw all that, didn't you?" He was speaking to the other man, the Senator.

"Hmm - she sure is quite a creature! I could do much with a female animal like that. My compliments on your choice, Charles."

"Thank you. Now if you can excuse me, I must take a look in the hold - there's a rather special young creature we 'liberated' from Kandahar. And she's very pretty - dusky, perfect proportions, but pure blonde hair - most intriguing!" Alexa peeped out from her blanket and watched her master hand the end of her leash chain to the other man. "Would you care for the use of my slave's mouth while I'm occupied?" Alexa shrank back, unhappy at the prospect of more abuse.

"Why thank you, Charles!" The Senator leaned down and smiled at her. "Come closer dear, and bring your fetters with you!" Alexa got on her knees and picked up her wrist and ankle cuffs. She knelt before him and lowered her eyes respectfully. "What are you called, my dear?"

"A-alexa, S-sir!" She was acutely aware he would report any failure to her master.

He pointed to the ankle cuffs. "Put them on, little Alexa - quickly! Don't keep me waiting!" She swiftly locked the fetters round her ankles then picked up the wrist cuffs. "Lock them together behind your back - looped round your ankle chain." Alexa struggled to obey as quickly as she could, knowing she would only be able to kneel with her restraints interlocked. The Senator smiled down at her, parting his legs and beckoned her forward. Alexa shuffled towards him, feeling the deep vibrations of the jet engines through her toes and knees. He unzipped his slacks and took out his stiffening cock. Alexa looked up at him, waiting for instructions. "Make me cum, little slave - I want no mess! And do your very best to please me!" He held his penis with one hand and gripped her hair with the other, guiding her mouth towards his glans. Alexa parted her moistened lips and closed her eyes. A sharp, painful tug on her ponytail made her wince and look up. "Eyes open all the time, slave!"

Alexa stared down at the reddish-purple tip and put out her tongue. She delicately licked the small opening at the very top, tasting the clear drop of pre-cum that seeped from his member. It was slightly bitter - Alexa knew from experience the man was a smoker. She could tell from this first taste. She formed her lips into a ring and slowly pushed herself down until the ridge of his glans was just behind her front teeth. He increased his grip on her hair and adjusted his position slightly. Alexa filled her mouth with saliva and used her tongue in circular motions to massage the end of his penis. The Senator sighed and closed his thighs against the sides of her head, effectively locking her in position. She began to suck...

"Ohhh! Yessss! Good little slut - very good! Ahhhhhh!!!!" His sighs of pleasure grew more strident and she knew from the throbbing in her mouth he was ready to cum. She rocked back and forth, letting her puckered lips rub across the ridge of his glans. He began to pull on her ponytail, dragging her further onto him! Alexa desperately fought down the urge to gag but he had blocked her throat completely! She began to panic, trying to pull back, to draw breath but he held her down! She struggled urgently, straining hard against her cuffs but there was no escape - she was choking!

"Akkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!" He kept her head forward between his rigid thighs and easily overpowered her frantic struggles. In a sudden eruption, he spurted his semen down her aching throat and held her until he had finished. Alexa felt dizzy - she was going to faint! Suddenly, the vice-like grip on her head eased and she was able to pull back for air. "Uhhhhhhhh.......ukkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!" The Senator forced her back down.

"Come on, suck every last drop, my dear!" She obeyed and swallowed down the remaining milky fluid. He held her leash chain while she lapped him clean, stroking her hair like a faithful pet. "Good little bitch - I can see why my friend has claimed you!" He patted her head when she stopped then put away his satisfied cock. Alexa leaned her cheek against his inner thigh and watched him press the buzzer. The steward quickly arrived and took the Senator's order. He returned after a few minutes and handed over a pastry. "Open your sweet little mouth, Alexa - you have done well!" Alexa took a bite of the delicious pastry from the Senators hand. It was full of spiced apple and she relished the wonderful flavor. He dropped the remainder between his feet and let go of her leash. Alexa hunkered down and ate the confection from the floor, licking every crumb from the carpet. She felt relieved and proud - the Senator was pleased with her!