HARVEST OF TEARS
By ruthie[Phil]
(THE SEQUEL TO 2ND CHANCE, CONTINUING THE ORGANIZATION SERIES...)
CHAPTER 1
She must have missed her birthday by now - it felt so long even though she had
no idea what day or even time it was but this ordeal had surely lasted more than
a week. Tears crept from the corners of her eyes as she thought of her poor
father - he must be frantic with worry and despair! Caitlin shifted
uncomfortably and tried to cover more of her naked body with the tiny, rough
blanket. Why do they have to keep me fettered like this? Her fingers trailed
along the heavy steel links - how many times had she counted them? Eighteen
links between each ankle cuff, eleven between her wrist cuffs and twelve between
her collar and the middle of the wrist chain. It wasn't as if she could run
away - her only glimpse from the deck had been of sea in all directions with no
trace of land. They had hosed her down first and sprayed right up inside her
aching pussy and ass. Then she was half-carried, half-dragged from a container
in the ship's hold up on the deck and then to the Captain's quarters. The other
crew had stared and laughed as she shamefully stumbled, totally naked and in
chains on her way to the stern of the ship. Caitlin shuddered as her first
encounter with the brutal man flashed through her mind. Her wrists were cuffed
up between her shoulders and locked to the back of her collar. She had to stand
on tiptoes to avoid being choked by the short chain from the steel band around
her throat to a ring in the ceiling. Caitlin would have begged for mercy but
the round thing strapped in her mouth prevented all speech even if he understood
English - anyway, he wasn't interested in what she had to say. Then he had
touched her...
Even now, maybe days after the assault, tears welled up in Caitlin's eyes as she
recalled in awful detail how the Captain had fondled and groped her. He had
rubbed, caressed and then crushed her breasts in his large hands, catching her
swollen nipples between his fingers as he squeezed so hard she howled. It was
dreadful!! When his hands wandered lower, she had tried to keep her legs
tightly together but he was too strong. His fingers had worked their way into
the gap at the top of her thighs and began to push open her swollen pussy lips.
With a wail of pain and despair, Caitlin gave up her useless resistance and
shuddered as he finger-fucked her vagina. It was seared into her mind - how he
had masturbated her with expert indifference until she climaxed but then he
hadn't stopped! Caitlin's body had betrayed her as wave upon wave of intense
ecstasy had overwhelmed her senses. She was ashamed of how, in the throes of
multiple orgasm, she had thrust herself urgently against her abuser's hand.
Her ordeal at the Captain's hands wasn't finished. Fresh tears of shame and
revulsion streamed from Caitlin's eyes as she remembered how he had moved behind
her. Then there was only shocking pain. Ohh, it was dirty and disgusting! He
had just ignored her pitiable screams and thrust his penis inside her ass. His
hands had reached around to massage her nipples and her clitoris. Caitlin wept
bitter tears of humiliation at the awful thought that she had climaxed despite
the pain in her behind. He had laughed at her response and shot his cum deeply
up her back passage. It was too much - she had lost control and wet herself.
In a rage, the Captain had pulled the leather belt off his trousers and coiled
it round his fist. How many times had he whipped her? Caitlin looked
mournfully down at the fading red stripes that still latticed her pale body.
She had never dreamed such pain could be felt or endured. Caitlin had prayed
for unconsciousness to grant her merciful oblivion but she felt every stroke.
And she had felt something else - something so dreadful it was almost too much
to bear. At some point during the sustained beating, Caitlin had begun to
desire the sting of the belt! She hadn't cum but it was so close, so very
close. And he had known! This evil brute of a man had stopped, smiled and
fingered her until she shook in the throes of another violent orgasm. If he
hadn't supported her weakened, trembling body she would have choked in her
collar.
Caitlin's mind was still reeling, even now. What had she become? How could she
feel this way when she was a prisoner in the hands of cruel abusers? Instead of
being driven to utter despair, she had enjoyed it! And that was too awful to
contemplate...
*****
He couldn't sleep. The curled form of his slave faintly sighed in the crook of
his shoulder then nuzzled against his chest, making her wrist chain tinkle
softly. Alexa's capacity for meeting his sexual needs was superb - she seemed
to sense exactly what he wanted and how she should respond without any
direction. Her reaction to being kissed on her mouth was very gratifying, in
fact the first time he kissed her that way she had reverently touched her lips
and wept. She was his slave - his own personal property and she was exquisite
in her devotion. Yet...something was not right.
Was it the way she had to be kept away from the windows in the Center? The way
she pressed hard against the glass and peered down in horrified fascination at
the sheer drop to the busy streets below? That incident at the clinic after she
regained consciousness was chilling - somehow, despite her weakened condition,
Alexa had struggled out of her bed and opened the patio doors. The orderly who
saved her as she swayed on the railing had only been alerted by the crash alarm
when she unhooked herself from the monitors. It was as if his slave was
dangerously drawn to heights when she had previously been so terrified of even
being carried over a shoulder.
She moved again, innocent as a trusting child, sated by their intense lovemaking
and his total control over her pliant body. Master Charles stared up in the
darkness and recalled her reaction earlier when a visiting foreign diplomat had
lost his temper with a house-slave who misunderstood his poor English, whipping
her until she whimpered and begged for mercy. Little Alexa hadn't flinched at
the scene - no, her eyes had filled with rage and her cuffed hands had clenched
violently as she witnessed the man excessively punish her sister until her
master had finally intervened. Master Charles wondered if his slave realized
just how close to execution she had been. Had the Vice President not cast his
vote in favor, Alexa would have been throttled immediately. But the slightest
aggression or resistance towards a master, guard or guest would bring instant
death to his slave. He carried a wire garrote at all times in case she had to
be killed - she was HIS slave and HE would be the one to carry out the sentence
if required. Master Charles' thoughts drifted to his childhood and to the
fateful day when, aged 10, he had found his beloved dog lying wounded in the
ditch after being knocked down by a truck. Somehow, despite her weight, he had
carried her the mile to the farmhouse and cried out for his father's help. But
his father had taken one look at the matted fur and the blood that had drenched
Charles' clothes then brought out and a hunting rifle. Charles would never
forget how he had been given the rifle and told to end Bonnie's misery himself.
"Pop, I just can't do it - I love her! Please pop, will you..."
"No son, its because you love her that you HAVE to do this - make it a clean
shot through the head." He had then waited for Charles to do a huge chunk of
growing up in an instant. Charles felt his eyes dampen as he remembered the
last tender embrace with the pain-wracked bitch while she licked his hand, her
look of complete trust and love as he aimed the rifle, and of the recoil as he
squeezed the trigger. If Alexa had to be put down, it was only right that he
should do it. She stirred and kissed the side of his chest. Master Charles
grasped his slave's ponytail and guided her down to his growing erection. She
immediately responded with her lips and tongue, eagerly caressing him with her
mouth. He stroked her head as she served him, wondering what her life must be
like since her ordeal. Apart from her savage treatment at Miller's hands and
the loss of her voice, his little slave had experienced more than anyone should
have to bear - she had been traumatized to the point where she was mentally shut
down. Only the Afghani slave, Guljana, had been able to penetrate the wall
around Alexa's tortured mind. He had given Alexa paper and pencil to write or
draw what she felt but she hadn't made a single mark - what had she seen?
Judging by the mutilated remains of that girl they had found in the secret room
next to the lift gear, Alexa had seen far too much!
Master Charles gasped in pleasure as his slave brought him to satisfying relief.
"Good girl, good little Alexa!" He pulled her up until she was facing him.
"What you need, my dear slave is a little vacation." She smiled and licked a
tiny dribble of semen from the side of her mouth. "And I don't mean Antigua
again - we have a standing invitation to stay with Rosario at her country
retreat." Her brow furrowed briefly then she smiled again - a strange reaction.
"Rosario is very taken with you and in the interests of good relations with the
Family, I can hardly turn up without her ward, can I?" A slight shake of her
head and averted eyes. "Slave, CAN I?" Alexa looked up, shook her head
properly then rested it on his chest. "COME HERE." As they kissed, he slid his
hand between their bodies and began to massage her clit, making her squirm with
excited arousal...
*****
"Are you absolutely sure about this, Senator? It is STILL a war zone - leave
her with me while you're away!"
The Senator looked down at Leroy's slave. The Latino girl was muzzle-gagged and
kneeling on all fours in a tightly buckled body harness. Leroy adjusted a
remote control, making her moan and shudder as her continuous pre-orgasmic
arousal was stepped up to a higher intensity. A leather strap secured the
ultrasonic probes in the unfortunate girl's cunt and ass and he could clearly
see the rhythmic contractions in her sensitive flesh. "Leroy, your new little
slut is absolutely sopping!"
His companion smiled. "Yeah, Gina's coming along just fine, isn't she? But
you're trying to change the subject Mister Senator - Guljana's not ready to be
let out unchained and Afghanistan's just not safe!"
"Perhaps, Leroy but I have to go back on Senate business and I am not prepared
to leave her behind after the last time." He omitted to say that he desperately
needed to occupy himself, to take his mind off what had happened to his
daughter. After their short telephone conversation, there had been no further
contact. Discrete enquiries to her college indicated she had suddenly taken a
sabbatical and had left no forwarding address. It was as if Caitlin had
disappeared off the face of the earth...
"Yeah but Miller's dead - I was there when it happened. I found his body on the
roof, remember." He sighed and frowned. "When I think of the number of slaves
and potential slaves that fucking bastard destroyed it makes me sick. We still
don't know what happened - maybe he DID lose his balance when he was torturing
Charles' slave but I reckon there's more to it than that..."
"What do you mean, Leroy - that he was pushed?" He glanced down at the softly
moaning girl. She was trying not to show her distress at being kept on the very
edge of cumming but it showed in the tremors that ran through her thighs and the
way her toes kept curling and uncurling. This 'Gina' was a fascinating
contradiction - a pretty, young hooker who was a remarkably accomplished artist
and who had rescued his friend's slave from the dangerous streets of New York.
"Surely you don't think Alexa could have made him fall - she was barely alive
when the helicopter winched her up."
"Umm, yeah," Leroy absently took hold of Gina's ponytail and began to force her
head up and back. "But her harness was nearly torn through and it should have
easily held her small body. And what about those scratches on her legs? You
can't tell me she had enough strength to snap the steel links between her ankle
cuffs. No," he twisted the weeping Latino's face up towards his own, "I reckon
that slave did us all a big favor and she's not letting on what REALLY happened
that night!" He leaned down and looked into Gina's tear-filled eyes then
whispered. "And as for you, SLAVE-SLUT, don't you EVER insult me by trying to
fake an orgasm again - do you think we're stupid? DO YOU?" The sobbing girl
mewed frantically, half-maddened by her extremely aroused state. "Do you want
to cum, slave?"
"E-e-ess, p-p-plssss!" She tried to beg with her eyes, to make this powerful
man see that she was sorry for lying and to please, please let her reach the
climax that was so tormentingly close!
"Not yet, slave - you haven't quite learned your lesson." Gina howled in misery
and beat her cuffed fists on the carpet in agonized frustration. "So, Senator,
when do you leave for Kabul?"
The Senator grinned at the skilful way Leroy was keeping the slave in the throes
of desperate arousal. Despite her best efforts, Gina's piteous mewing was
becoming so loud he had to raise his voice. "Oh, tomorrow - but I must say
goodbye to my dau..." He fell silent, suddenly rising and muttering about seeing
to an urgent matter he had forgotten.
Leroy watched the man go and shook his head. What would HE have done in the
Senator's position - would have had enough nerve to trade his daughter for a
slave? But Guljana had proved to be not just any slave - she was someone's
daughter too...and her father was one of the most powerful men in Russia. He
studied the remote control in his hand and looked down at the shuddering,
keening slave. He turned the dials to the lowest settings, ignoring the abject
wails of despair as Gina realized she was being denied relief. After a few
moments, he reached down and patted her on the head then suddenly twisted the
dials to maximum. With a shocked yelp, Gina collapsed on the carpet and writhed
in ecstatic agony as her body convulsed in the most powerful orgasm she had ever
experienced.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Gina gasped for breath before another wave cascaded through her senses.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Mercifully, Leroy
stepped down the ultrasonics until she finally lay still, shattered by her own
reaction.
When he held his hand to her face, she instinctively pushed her cheek against it
then immediately pulled back to stare at his outstretched palm. What am I
DOING? This bastard has pushed me beyond my limits and I h-hate him! N-n-no,
I-I... Her instincts fought against her mind - her body won. She nuzzled
eagerly again against Leroy's, no MASTER Leroy's fingers and gloried in what had
just happened. Something inside her had just changed. Instead of feeling
terribly alone and against the world, she felt strangely contented
and...fulfilled!
*****
Guljana searched her beloved Senate-Master's face with concern. He was so
troubled but he was hiding what was wrong from her. Perhaps she wasn't good
enough for him or he was tired of her. Perhaps... "Well, my pretty slave - how
do you like your outfit?"
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror and smiled for him. "It is so
strange, my Master - is like to a man's clothing, like to a soldier!" She had
put on the cotton undergarments and struggled with the little harness for her
breasts until the laughing guard who supervised her had shown her how to fasten
the 'brah' behind her back. Then the dull green vest and long trousers with the
shirt sewn together - a 'jumpsoot' came next. The 'jumpsoot' had one of those
long fasteners like the close-fitting costume Alexa wore when they first met.
It shut all the way to her neck. The boots were heavy and strange on her feet
and the little hat with the hole for her ponytail made her look like a boy!
"Please, my Master - what is a 'USAF' to mean?"
He grinned and came over to stroke her cheek. "Never mind - you look great!
Now for some exciting news...we fly to Afghanistan in a few hour's time - you're
going back to Kabul with me!"
Guljana's face fell. "Uh, I am not to have been at Kabul before, Master." She
was so ashamed. Until her capture by the troops from the Talib, she had never
been farther than from her own village to Kandahar - less than 20 miles. He
will think me so stupid and ignorant! "Th-this mean we to go in...in a jet,
Master?" Her lip was trembling.
"Guli, you'll be with me all the way. Don't be frightened - you are too
precious to me to be left here. You are my 'slave-jewel' and I want you near at
all times." She fell to her knees and embraced his legs, sobbing how she loved
him and would go through fire for her Master if he demanded...
*****
...funny metallic taste...am I moving or is, is the cage going round?
I-I...m-my name...what's my name? Caitlin - is that my name? T-the other
girl's crying again - can hear her b-but can't see her - why is she screaming?
Stop it, s-stop it, please don't h-hurt the girl..anymore...
Hurt me too...the needle, my thigh's so s-sore - am I sick? Dizzy...f-floor
s-sliding up???... I w-want daddy...
Gonna w-wake up s-soon n'everythings gonna b-be okay...
ev'rything'sss gonna...
uhh gonna...
s-sleepy...
s-s...
...
..
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