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SECOND CHANCE
Chapter 7
Crying - somebody was crying. He listened in the dark to the stifled sobs coming from below the end of the bed. It was Alexa and she sounded utterly distraught. He didn't move but lay there quietly as she covered her mouth with her hands to muffle the noise. The chain securing her ankle to the bedpost tinkled faintly. She was whispering something. "M-master, oh poor dear master Stephen! W-what do I do? H-he saved me b-but I don't th-think he wants me! He's s-so different to you, so f-frightening sometimes, so very cruel b-but..." He lifted up his head. "...B-but I th-think I-I love him! But h-he d-doesn't lo..." Alexa's voice disintegrated into more sobs. He sat up and watched her sitting hunched over, her shoulders jerking as each mournful sob burst from her throat. He wanted to wrap his arms around the poor creature and comfort her. But something stopped him. How could he be sure of her? What on earth had possessed him when she was thrashing around as the collar crushed her neck? She had bucked like a demon and jerked herself clear of the spike that was driving up her cunt. Why had he suddenly lifted her with moments to spare when she stopped moving? He had taken her down and resuscitated her - why? If he'd not been sloppy and made sure she was fully drugged or fitted her with the ankle weights, none of this would be happening. Anyway, what use was a personal slave to him - she wasn't even particularly special! He lay back and resigned himself to a poor night's sleep. Yes, little Alexa would have to prove herself before he would keep her - and he knew exactly how she must do it!
Nadine was abruptly woken by the point of a boot against her ribs. "Get out, Frenchie - I want a little chat with your patient."
She stared in fright at the towering shape of a huge guard. "But sir, master Charles told me..."
"Get the fuck OUT!" She scampered in tears out of the room, noticing how the little red light on the overhead camera had stopped blinking. The door was locked behind her. She sank down against the wall opposite Guljana's cell room, uncertain what to do.
He sneered down at the terrified girl, anxiously squirming away despite her heavy restraints. "What a pretty piece of foreign SHIT they've made of you. And such a cute brand - 'U.S. Senate', eh? Well, I've always wanted to fuck the government and now's my chance!" Guljana stared up in terror. "But first, you're gonna tell me where that little English slit-bitch Alexa is. Come on, cunt -WHERE IS SHE?" He was looming over her, menacingly. Guljana was terribly frightened but there was absolutely no way she was going to put Alexa in danger. He was just like that Talib Commander who had abducted her in Kandahar - a vicious bully. Memories of how she had gone to the Taliban begging for medicine for her grandfather and how he'd laughed drunkenly and torn off her burka then the rest of her clothes flooded back. She was suddenly overwhelmed by a surge of burning hatred. Despite her helplessness and weakened condition, she did the only thing left to a fettered peasant girl - Guljana looked him directly in the eyes and spat with great accuracy. "That...was a BIG mistake." He wiped his face and reached down to grip the center of Guljana's thigh spreader, dragging her towards him. "So you won't tell me, eh?" He began to lift the bar, pulling her cuffed feet off the ground. Guljana whimpered as she was slowly raised up until only her shoulders touched the cell floor. "Neat job on your clit, stinking Arab slut. Personally, I'd have slit it off completely, together with your inner lips and made you eat them raw. Funny how some bitches suddenly turn vegetarian before the end!" He was so strong that he easily lifted the struggling girl with one hand until she swung clear of the ground. Guljana wailed and coughed as she hung upside down. Her collar was being pulled against her windpipe as the tether chain was stretched taut. "Oh, you poor cunt - are you choking? Does it hurt?" He laughed softly and pinched Guljana's ringed clit between his finger and thumbnails.
"GGGGUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Like that, pain-slut?" He began to twist his hand, smiling at her anguished howl of complaint. "Your sweet little English sister-cunt's gonna get loads of this. Oh yes, that bitch's gonna suffer good before I finish off where her stupid fuckin' master left things. And to think I once looked up to him - he's gone fuckin' soft!" He casually dropped the shrieking girl on the mattress and knelt down. "Now let's try again - WHERE IS SHE?" He began to simultaneously twist both of Guljana's newly ringed nipples.
"AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! N-not knows! UUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!! N-not knows wh-where is! Goes with master. YYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!"
"Fuckin' shit! Well, I'll just have to wait for my chance then. Hmmm..." he stared hungrily down at the distressed creature then smiled. "Got to keep the noise down, girl. Just open that sweet trap for the gag." The hard ball hurt Guljana's jaws and he tightened the straps so much the sides of her mouth began to bleed. "Time to turn ya over, fuck-meat!" He rotated the thigh bar until she had to roll on her belly then forced her to crouch with her ass in the air. "Convenient hairstyle you've got, little cunt." Guljana squealed in pain. He had looped her long plait under her wrist cuffs and was pulling it to force her arms up and her head back. He knelt between her fettered knees. He began to thrust forward hard...
"UUUUUUUUURGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Oh yes, my fuckin' beauty - all the way in deep! Uhhhh - so taut, so fuckin' fresh and sweet..." Guljana whimpered and tried anything to blot out the extreme pain as she was violated. He raped her - she knew she could be used for sex any time but this was different - he was raping her as savagely and unpleasantly as possible. This guard was a monster, a sadistic predator and he was going after Alexa next! The grip on her hair tightened as he suddenly shot his cum deep in her wounded cunt. She began to black out from the severe pain...
Nadine flinched as the door swung open. "Get back in there and do your duty, Frenchie." His hand gripped her neck as she tried to move past him in the doorway. "And no fuckin' tales about this unless you also want a little session with me!" Guljana lay in a crumpled heap on her mattress. There was blood and semen leaking out of her ravaged cunt. She was shaking violently! As Nadine soothed the shocked girl in her arms, she realized the camera light had just started blinking again. This was all wrong! Surely her poor sister was supposed to recover from the operations before being used like this? And wasn't she being saved for her new collar? Nadine knew she HAD to do something. She would tell her master - no, she'd tell Alexa's master....
Alexa served her master coffee and knelt at his feet as he picked at the continental breakfast. He had given her a sip of juice and the corner of a croissant that she had eaten carefully from his fingers. "A busy day, little slave. I will be seeing that dolt who allowed Guljana to be left alone. Then a very important guest is coming to join us." He looked down at her. "Somebody you've already met - he's taken quite a liking to you!" Master Charles didn't explain more but gave her a set of instructions. "Fetch Guljana and get her fixed up. I want her looking her absolute best. Today is her Collaring and it has to be perfect, don't you agree?" She nodded, struck by the importance of the occasion. "A new slave should have a sister to guide and support her through the ceremony - you!"
"Ohhh, master! This slave is very honored!"
He was smiling down at her. "And I want her to wear something raunchy - ask Stores for a pair of denim cut-offs."
"Yes, master - your slave will do its very best!"
Hmmm - 'your slave'...yes, she really might become my slave. He pondered on the words then continued, "I'm confident you will, little one. And after the ceremony, you and I have to leave immediately. I need to reach the Ranch before nightfall."
Oooh, he's taking me to this 'Ranch' - that means he's keeping me! Alexa nearly gasped with relief but managed to stay silent and lowered her head to hide her radiant smile. She knelt and kissed his foot. He mussed her hair with gentle fingers.
When Alexa was returned to the cell, Nadine immediately knelt before the guard. "Please forgive this slave for her rudeness but she must speak to master Charles immediately!"
The guard looked down with indifference. "Master Charles is too busy to listen to slave chatter just now. Maybe he will see you later. So get going!"
"But Sir!" He stared down at the French girl until she glanced away. "Y-yes Sir - sorry."
Alexa watched Nadine's unhappy departure then turned to look at Guljana and gasped. "Guljana! What's wrong? What's happened?" The Afghani girl looked dreadfully upset.
"Just pre-collar nerves," the guard sighed. "I think you have your work cut out, don't you?"
"Yes sir, a slave will start right away." Alexa knew it was more than the initial shock of waking to her brand and piercings. Something very bad had happened here! The duty guard removed Guljana's fetters and collar. The dusky girl huddled in the corner of the cell and continued to shake. "Hey, sis - you'll be OK, it'll be OK..."
"N-no! Not me! I ams OK, Alexa - is you!" Alexa tried to understand what she meant. Although the girl's tongue was no longer swollen from the new ring, she had been left with a permanent lisp. Why did Guljana look so worried? "Bad mans come - the bad mans from the jet!" Alexa felt a sudden chill up her spine. "Bad mans want YOU - he get kill you! You ams not safe here - tell you master this! TELL!"
Alexa felt physically sick. "I...I w-will, Guljana - I promise." She forced herself to smile as best she could. After all, this was supposed to be Guljana's special day! "Hey - let's get you to the showers. Sis, there's lots I've got to tell you" She held Guljana's hand and felt so bad as the Afghani limped with teeth gritted in obvious discomfort. "Your brand and rings - they hurt?" Guljana shook her head, her face drawn with pain. "Uhh, your operations - the spaying?" The Afghani wouldn't understand her. "I mean the cuts on your belly?" Again, Guljana shook her head.
"Bad mans he...f-fuck? Err, f-fucks me HARD! I ams very bad sore in my pusi!"
Alexa didn't know what to say - surely her master wouldn't have permitted her sister to be used so brutally straight after her operations? Wasn't she being kept as a gift? This was awful! She helped Guljana hobble towards the showers and thought hard. Should she tell her master? He might think she was interfering and get angry with her. He was known by the girls for his ruthlessness - maybe this was all part of Guljana's breaking. Perhaps everything would be all right...
"Well Charles, what's the big event that causes me to leave my Senate duties?" He was amused and intrigued by Charles' secrecy. "An urgent summons from the Organization means I've canceled golf with the President of the United States of America!"
"Well, there are some things more important than golf, surely?"
"Very few Charles - very few indeed!"
"How about a fresh, new slave in desperate need of an experienced master?"
The Senator turned and smiled. "You don't mean that delightful Afghani creature?"
Alexa's master nodded. "She has yet to submit to the collar - if she does so, she is yours with the Organization's compliments. Take her as a small token for your tireless efforts to promote Third World Aid." Both men laughed at the irony - ever since the end of the Second World War, the Organization had used Aid as a cover for its clandestine operations. Each major disaster and conflict presented opportunities for the harvesting of fresh girls. As the Vice President of the Organization had recently put it, 'every global cloud is our silver lining'!
"Well, it gets pretty boring letting the President win a game every time."
"I can imagine it does. Care for a drink before the ceremony?"
Guljana was feeling much better by the time her shower had finished. Alexa had been very gentle with the hoses, as her dusky sister could not manage to penetrate herself without crying. And now Guljana stood transfixed before the mirrored wall while her friend carefully brushed her waist-length blonde hair. "Alexa, I ams not scared and do not knows why."
"Sis - the food has stuff in it - helps us stay calm and has other things for our bodies to keep us...sexier - you understand?"
Guljana touched her ringed nipples. "This rings - they do this when I ams sleeping after I was bad hurt with the 'lectrictee' in my pusi and err 'az'?" Alexa nodded and kept on brushing. "I-I much likes the rings and this burn." The Afghani girl pointed to the circular design that had replaced her pubic hair. "What the writings say? I not can reads it."
"It says 'United States Senate', sis."
"Then I ams now American?"
"N-no, sis - it means you're American Government Property. I think you belong to the US Senate now."
Guljana stood, absorbing this information. She pointed to the tiny marks on either side of her abdomen. "Why they cut me here and here?"
Alexa looked down. "Guljana, you've been sterilized."
"What is 'sterlizes', sis?"
"Umm, n-no more monthlies, no more periods - no bleeding down below...no babies."
"...N-not b-babies? N-not EVERS?" Guljana watched her friend nod grimly in the mirror. Tears welled from her dark eyes and she sank to the bathroom floor in distress. Alexa knelt and cradled her while she sobbed bitterly for her lost motherhood.
*****
"You found her like this?" Master Charles crouched down by the curled-up body of the French slave. It looked like another premature death due to sudden heart failure - hormone enhancement was the usual cause. But something was different about this one. "Why would she crawl away and hide first? Isn't this store cupboard normally locked?"
The guard shrugged his shoulders. "Guess she felt unwell then got in here to rest. Must've gone into arrest. Funny thing though..."
"Yes?" Master Charles lifted up the brunette's hair from behind her ear.
"She was begging to see you - said it was urgent. I sent her off and told her she'd have to wait."
Master Charles replaced the lock of hair without drawing attention to the spot of blood just behind her earlobe. "Tell no-one about this, not even her master - I will speak to him myself. I don't want this getting out and spoiling the Ceremony. Keep this room locked - I want an autopsy organized." This was the last thing he needed - another sudden death, just like in London before the flight. There was definitely something suspicious going on. The French slave Nadine had a puncture wound over a blood vessel - had she been injected?
*****
"Is too much tight! I not cans the top shut!" Alexa tried not to grin at the sight of Guljana wrestling with a tiny pair of denim shorts. "Alexa - I not cans wear this - it is so small and....UUUUUUHHH...is rubbing m-my pusi insides!"
"Look, sis - my master said you had to wear them and I think you look really sexy. Let's just go over the steps again. You kneel, there's two cushions - one with the black rope, one with the collar - you take the collar and kneel in front of the Senator..."
Guljana sighed. "Yes, yes - I KNOWS this bit. I hands the collar, he put it my neck, I his slave ever...but is this cutoffs shorts - it is SORE in my pusi!" She pouted, caught sight of Alexa's broad grin then burst into giggles. "Alexa, I not knows why but I ams so happy! I ams prisoner in USA and I ams maked slave for sex like houri but I-I nots feel bad, I feels GOOD!" They embraced and stayed like that until it was time...
The sight of Alexa's master, looking so severe as he sat on the left side of the room nearly made Guljana run for cover. Opposite him sat the Senator, looking serious but with a twinkle in his eyes. Alexa was kneeling behind her to the left. On the floor in front of the Afghani were two red velvet cushions. The left one nearer Alexa's master supported a coil of black silken rope, offering immediate death by strangulation. The right cushion carried a beautiful gold collar, representing a life of slavery. Master Charles pointed at the cushions and uttered a single command - "Choose!" Guljana paused, turned back to smile gently at Alexa, and then reached out for...the rope!
The silence was broken by Alexa's disbelieving sob. Master Charles stared down in disappointment. The Senator looked utterly dismayed. Guljana slowly picked up the collar and carefully wound the black rope round the golden band, then offered both to the astonished Senator. "Goodness, Charles - you had me worried there but you have given me an absolute jewel among slaves!"
Alexa's master smiled broadly then turned to his slave. "Little one, did you put her up to this?" Alexa shook her head, still too stunned to speak while the Senator cheerfully locked the collar and rope round Guljana's offered neck.
"Slave, remove your shorts!" The Senator leaned closer as the denim cut-offs slid down Guljana's dusky thighs. "The Senate Seal - how marvelous!" He was visibly delighted. "You don't caddy too by any chance?"
Guljana looked at him shyly. "Master Senator - I not knows this 'Khadi' but if you teaches me I will do for you." Both men roared with laughter.
Alexa smiled happily and watched Guljana being pulled along by the Senator to her new role as his personal slave. "Bye sis," she whispered then rushed to kneel at her master's feet when he clicked his fingers. He took her back to the cell and watched while she dressed in the clothes that had been left for her. It was strange wearing things like normal underwear, jeans and a thick shirt. Alexa finished fastening the sneakers and pulled on the warm fleecy jacket. They descended the lift in silence. She trembled slightly as he ushered her, uncollared, across the hotel lobby to the waiting limo. Alexa couldn't relax. She wanted to ask so many questions but didn't dare. The streets of New York looked so busy, so frightening. When he ordered the limo to stop at a busy sidewalk, her heart was pounding.
"Alexa, I expect complete devotion and absolute obedience from a slave." He placed a thick envelope into the top pocket of her jacket. "You will live as a free person for four weeks - if you run away I will not pursue you. However, if you return to me I will seal your collar permanently round your throat. Now stop crying and get out!" She stammered, and woodenly obeyed him. He wound down the window and stared at the trembling girl. "Little one, you have sufficient funds to hide away in a cheap hotel if you can't face the world. But I have a feeling there's more to you than that! Now remember; report back to the lobby in exactly four weeks at noon. If you miss the deadline, I will never take you back." He handed her a card. "Only phone this number in an absolute emergency. Now, run along and live independently for 28 days. My colleagues doubt you will make it - prove them wrong!" With that remark, the limo sped off into the traffic. Alexa stared, open mouthed at the receding taillights, tears trickling down her shocked face.
It began to rain…
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