Harvest Of Tears Ch4
- My master loves me!
She was woken from a dreamless sleep by the faintest touch on her hip. Someone
had peeled down the sheet and was standing over her bed. Alexa stirred and
adjusted her position as much as her fetters would allow. With a struggle, she
was just able to turn over towards where she thought her master might be. Her
blindfold totally blacked out all light so there no chance of seeing him. He
had carefully removed the pillows so she wouldn't suffocate while she recovered
from the draining punishment that had brought her back to joyous slavery from
darkest despair.
- My master loves me!
The touch returned, higher now. But was it her beloved master? Surely he would
have said something to wake her. Maybe it was Guy. Although he frightened most
of the girls at New York Center, her dear sister-slave Guljana adored this
distant, aloof man and always beamed with pleasure in his presence. Guy would
ruffle Guljana's hair, calling her 'little Pashtun' and this seemed to delight
her sister so much. Ohh how she missed Guljana - their sweet reunion in Antigua
had been so special but so brief...
The hand slid over her body. Somehow, Alexa sensed it was a woman's touch - was
it...Rosario? The light, gentle fingers trailed over her still tender skin and
moved towards her breasts! Her left nipple was softly pinched as whoever was
touching her explored and pulled on the pure gold ring that pierced her pink
bud. The questing hand cradled her whole breast, fondling it in an unmistakably
feminine way - it HAD to be Rosario! Why didn't she speak? Why was
she...uhhhhh! Her right breast was subjected to the same intimate examination.
Alexa sighed - the sensual massage of her chest was turning her on! The hand
slowly traced downwards over her belly. Alexa flinched but the thigh spreader
prevented her from closing her legs. What followed was one of the most gentle,
intensely erotic and deep stroking of her private parts she had ever felt!
Rosario's touch was surprisingly tender, almost hesitant yet clear in its
purpose. And it was driving Alexa wild! She twisted and pulled against her
collar and ankle chains until she was on her back with her trembling thighs held
open by the spreader bar between her knees. Newly emboldened fingers splayed
her moist petals to reveal her most sensitive point. A thumb - was it a thumb?
- rubbing...UUUUUHHHH!!!! Fingertips gently tugging on her clit ring;
fingertips massaging in circular motions at the entrance of
her...OOOOOOHHHHHH!!!! Alexa writhed and tried to impale herself on Rosario's
sweet fingers. She rocked and gasped in an ageless rhythm, perfectly matched by
the other woman's innate, knowing touch. Please, ohh please touch my breasts!
Her silent begging was answered by Rosario's tongue and lips on her left nipple.
Only a woman would know that it makes me...OHHHHHH GODDDD I-I-I'M...
Voices! Male voices outside the bedroom door...Rosario's hand was gone, leaving
her in agonizing frustration as her body screamed for sweet relief. But she
couldn't reach, couldn't even squeeze her thighs together, and couldn't rub
where it mattered! There was the softest click of a door - the bathroom? Then
after a few moments she heard Guy's deep, throaty chuckle. "You are supposed to
be asleep, slave!" His strong hand pressed against her hot, frustrated cunt
then rubbed it against her mouth and nose - she could taste and smell her own
love-juice! "Worked yourself into a fine lather, didn't you kid? Might as well
leave this sheet off - you're just going to lose it again and you DO look kinda
hot!" He rolled her over onto her side and finished with an abrupt swat on her
buttock, making her jump. He bent down and whispered in her ear. "Don't let us
down - you've got one of the best masters in the whole Organization and if you
fuck up here, you'll answer to him AND me, kid." She shivered at the casually
spoken yet intensely chilling words. "Oh, and I never got the chance to thank
you for taking out Miller, kid - saved me the trouble of wringing his ugly
neck!" He stroked her hair, leaving her in utter confusion. "Now get some
rest, kid." How did Guy know about her killing that monster of a guard? She
hadn't told a soul about what had happened on the top of the New York Center -
she pretended she couldn't remember and it was put down to PTSD or to her
injuries.
But she DID remember every awful, sickening detail. She relived it every
night...the look of terrified despair on the pretty red-head as Miller slowly
destroyed her with cruel tortures and mutilation...being impaled and brutally
fucked by Miller's blood-stained cock as she hung in chains just yards away from
the dead girl's shattered bleeding body...looking down into the black gulf
between the tower and the river before she jumped...the cold wind buffeting her
against the tower as she half-choked in the broken harness...she lived through
every awful moment until she woke, shaking and drenched in perspiration. And
then her wonderful master would reach down and hook his strong fingers under her
collar, dragging her closer to him and making everything all right again.
Alexa sighed and tried to relax. She didn't move as Rosario stole out of the
bathroom and stroked her fettered calf on her way past. Alexa knew better than
to disobey Guy and quickly drifted out of consciousness.
- My master loves me!
*****
Guljana stared out across the peaceful courtyard and tried to make sense of her
life. Her mother had told her she was special and not just because she was her
daughter. What was the secret her mother had promised to tell her before she
stepped on the landmine, dying alone in the rubble of an abandoned farmhouse?
Guljana had even dared to ask her grandfather if he knew but he would not
answer. Then he had done a strange thing. This stern, strict and domineering
man had knelt, kissed his shocked granddaughter's hand and begged her to never
talk about this again, for the mother's sake. Guljana never forgot how he had
said 'THE mother', not 'YOUR mother' - she'd wanted to ask why but somehow knew
she shouldn't. From that day on, her grandfather had changed towards her. He
no longer beat her or shouted at her - he became gentle, understanding and
treated her as a person rather than as a frightened young girl.
"Come back to bed, my little Guli. Tomorrow is a busy day." She turned and
smiled at him, her flawless body bathed in the moonlight like the aura of a
goddess. She was so beautiful it almost hurt him to look at her too long.
"Come here, my sweet slave." She ran towards him with a soft cry and smothered
his hand with eager, tearful kisses. "My slave...my Guli." Within minutes she
was straddling him and taking his firm penis deeply into her ready opening,
gasping with pleasure-pain as she ground her clit against the base of his hard
shaft. The Senator just lay back and let Guljana do all the work. She rocked
and mewed throatily, letting her magnificent blonde mane trail across his chest.
When he was ready to erupt, she sensed it and furrowed her brow in
concentration. His slave had learned to control her pelvic floor muscles to
perfection, clenching tightly at the base of his shaft then drawing herself up
to coax out every drop of his cum. On the third occasion she lifted herself up,
he suddenly gushed into her eager vagina, filling her with his milky cum.
Guljana put down her hand to catch their mingled juices on her fingers then
reverently lapped up the nectar, her dark liquid eyes locked with his as she
daintily licked her lips.
He stayed inside her, intently watching her increasingly urgent movements as she
played with her ringed clit and nipples. When she climaxed, she wept - the most
precious tears he had ever seen, those of his devoted slave surrendering to
orgasm. He reached up and wiped away the sweet moisture and she collapsed
forward to hug and kiss his chest. "Ohhh, my Senate-master! A s-slave loves
you so much, so very-very much!"
*****
The cold salty water stung inside her nose and throat. Caitlin wanted to
scream, to draw in a final breath before her aching lungs collapsed. She opened
her eyes in agony and painfully blinked, despairing that her life was nearly
over. The fist gripping her hair kept her thrashing head down in the bucket
until the last possible moment. Then she was pulled up to gasp urgently through
the ring gag that kept her mouth open in an obscene pout. "So now you try
again, Yankee slut - only this time you not spit out, you swallow all and lick
clean and you say 'spasebo' like a good fuck-cunt...or we fill bucket with piss
and you get different drink, da?!" She stared miserably at the next crewman in
the queue who was grinning as he unzipped his jeans. Caitlin didn't even
struggle any more as the man forced her head up with one hand clutching her hair
while the other guided his thick penis into her trembling mouth. The straps
holding her up dug into her hips and armpits. She couldn't feel her hands and
feet any more - the pins and needles in her arms that they had tied up above her
back were getting worse. She started to suck the disgusting glans of the
sailor's cock. But he was pushing her down! Caitlin nearly retched when his
tip pressed against the back of her throat. She began to struggle desperately,
her lips rubbed against the distended veins of the cruelly laughing man's shaft.
"We go double this time!" The man who spoke was standing behind her. She felt
his hands on her hips lifting her up. The sailor in front had mercifully pulled
back just enough to let her draw a short breath but he was still penetrating her
mouth. It was like he was waiting...
"OOOOOOOOMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!" Her panicked scream was cut off as both men
suddenly rammed together into her face and cunt. She convulsed in shock and
pain. They were double-fucking her! The other men gathered around them and
began to clap and cheer in time with her rapists' simultaneous thrusts.
"DA...DA...DA...DA..." The fingers twined in her hair gripped so tightly she
thought it would be torn out of her scalp. The man behind dug his fingernails
into her hips. "DA...DA...DA..." The clapping grew louder; the men were
stamping their feet on the steel deck. Both rapists roared and simultaneously
jammed their spurting cocks deeply into their chosen orifices. Caitlin gurgled
and thrashed in the harness as they emptied themselves in her helpless head and
body. They stopped but only the man behind her withdrew - the sailor in front
was waiting for her to swallow and clean him.
There was a whimpering sound behind her - it must be Juanita! "Go on, Mexicano
slut - lick real good and make cum or we turn up juice!" Juanita suddenly
howled as a harsh buzzing sound echoed around the bare cabin. "Better still, we
make both Yankee and Mexicano cunts to dance for us!" The other men began to
snigger. Somebody was doing something to the metal cuffs around Caitlin's
ankles. The buzzing started again and a horrible tingling sensation traveled up
her aching legs. "Start lick, blind-fuck! Put tongue on her clit!"
NOOOOO, please not that - please not Juanita, please not a
girl..."UUUUAAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!" As the tip of Juanita's tongue made contact
between her swollen labia, Caitlin thrashed and howled in agony. The stabbing,
searing voltage coursed through both girls for a brief moment. Juanita had
pulled back and wailed in fear and horror.
"Get back there, 'no-eyes' - or you get more sparky-sparky up cute little
holes!" NOOOOO!!! Again the awful current surged through the tip of Juanita's
tongue into Caitlin's freshly pierced clitoris, making both girls wail in
painful torment.
But Juanita didn't draw back - she feared their horrible tormenters would
increase the shocks if she stopped. The American girl was howling or was it
herself? Her whole mouth, throat, chest, belly, privates and ass were stinging
from the shocks. Juanita's body was shaking uncontrollably and her heart was
beating wildly...she w-w-would surely d-d-die!
"OSTANOVKA!" A harsh voice silenced all the sailors' cruel taunts and jeers.
The electricity suddenly shut off and Juanita slumped forwards with her nose
pressed against her poor fellow-captive's soiled cunt. The captain yelled at
the subdued men in Russian then grasped hold of the aching Mexican girl's long
ponytail. "You are not allowed to die, fuck-filth! You are worth much in the
whore-houses of Saint Petersburg - they like to sample different flavors of cunt
from all over the world!" She sobbed in despair and lowered her head only to
have it cruelly yanked up and forced forward between Caitlin's quivering
buttocks. "I did not give you permission to stop! You WILL make the Yankee
bitch dance on your tongue or feel my whip inside your thighs again - you want
more of my whip in your cunt, DO YOU?" With a muffled 'no' Juanita fought back
her revulsion and began to lap up the sticky mess that dribbled from Caitlin's
ass and pussy. The American girl mewed in shame and distress but she knew
better than to stop licking. Juanita had already learned these men viewed their
captives as nothing more than sexual animals to humiliate, rape, and abuse -
they were DEVILS!
*****
"Come along, little Alexa - time to wake up." It was her master and she hadn't
even felt him removing her fetters! "Take off your blindfold. Be quick about
it - I want you thoroughly showered and made presentable before dinner." Alexa
rubbed her wrists and ankles, wincing every time her sore fingers pressed too
hard on her skin. "Guy will fetch you in exactly thirty minutes...and you don't
want to keep him or me waiting do you?" She shook her head and whispered that
she would be quick but he had already shut and locked the bedroom door. After
hobbling painfully across the sumptuous carpet then the soothingly cool marble
floor of the en suite, Alexa fumbled with the shower controls until a cascade of
warm water soaked her hair and still-tender body. She wished Miller had spared
her long tresses - Alexa knew it was all growing back but she felt somehow more
exposed without her mane tumbling down her back. It was difficult showering on
one leg then on the other but it was the only way she could gain any relief for
her poor beaten soles. It didn't matter though; the pain was a gift from her
wonderful master. He had brought her back from bleak despair to the simple,
stunning truth - that she was HIS slave, that she BELONGED to HIM, that...he
LOVED her! Alexa, property of Master Charles - one of the most influential
figures in the Organization, looked at the reflection of the naked, pierced and
branded slave in the cheval mirror. She smiled and the slave with the short,
reddish-brown hair down to her collar shyly smiled back. Nothing else mattered.
She watched the slave reach up to touch the plain gold collar that had been
sealed around her throat. There was no lock, no hinge or joint - only the
raised part where the single ring was attached. Her fingertips had searched for
any seam or telltale roughness that would indicate where the ends might be - she
still marveled at her collar's perfectly smooth finish. Only her identity
adorned the surface - ornate, black letters somehow inlaid into the gold. She
knew what it said but spent a few idle moments turning her collar and reading in
the mirror...9, 8, 3, 3, 3, 6, 7...A, X, E, L, A. This was all she was - a
slave with a name and number. And it meant everything to her!
Alexa knelt by the end of the huge bed with her wrists crossed behind her back
and her head lowered, waiting for Guy to arrive. She did not look up as he
entered the room but jumped at the sound of his gruff, deep voice. "Good kid.
Now go to the bathroom, even if you've just been." This made her raise her eyes
in wonder - he was lifting a collection of linked straps out of a small case.
Her face fell at the sight of the harness as she had thought he would allow her
to wear some clothes - even just a pair of shorts - during the meal. He caught
her looking and smiled. "You're not in any trouble, kid. Just your master
wants you decked out in full restraints to entertain your hostess...and to be an
example to someone else." As she limped to the bathroom, she tried to work out
what Guy had meant - an 'example' but who to? When she returned, he patted the
mattress. "Come on, kneel up here with your thighs apart and hands clasped on
your head."
The first broad strap went round below her collar that Guy made her hold up
under her jaw while he worked. "Hands back on your...GOOD slave - you know the
routine well, don't you?" He ruffled her hair and concentrated on the strap
round her narrow waist. "Breathe out, kid - THAAAT'S it!" As Alexa exhaled,
Guy tugged the buckle very tightly and secured the second padlock. "Now stand
strai...Jeez, kid - are you a mind-reader?" He grinned encouragingly at her
while the long straps down her back and front were adjusted between her neck and
waist. He drew the crotch strap up between her thighs, pausing to ensure the
steel rings were directly over her vaginal and anal entrances. "Spread your
buttocks while I buckle you up at the back, kid...yeah, that's perfect." Alexa
had dutifully pulled her ass cheeks apart until the broad strap was snugly tight
along her cleft. "Arms behind you, fingers straight." The mono-glove forced
her hands and elbows close together when he zipped it up and looped the long
straps over her shoulders. Alexa smiled trustingly at this man, beginning to
understand why Guljana liked him so much. For Guy was considerate, even while
he criss-crossed the glove's straps diagonally between her pert breasts. He
gently ran his finger under the leather fastenings to ensure there were no
twists before looping around her back. "Breathe out again kid...yeah, bit more
and hold....good!" Both ends were buckled together at her sternum, completing
her upper harness and accentuating her small bosom. Alexa had envied some of
the other slaves - her own breasts seemed insignificant next to theirs but
neither her former nor her current master seemed to mind. In fact, Master
Charles had a habit of absently rolling and tweaking one of her ringed nipples
between his strong finger and thumb - he said it helped him concentrate when
thinking but she lost all concentration whenever it happened!
A series of straps around the mono-glove ensured her arms were tightly locked
together. He fitted her ankle and thigh straps with care, ensuring they would
not slip or rotate on her legs then went back to the case. On the inside of the
lid was a row of dildoes and plugs. Guy picked up the largest butt plug then
paused, replacing it with a smaller version. "No need to put you through too
much, kid - you had that earlier." He unscrewed the base and inserted a battery
before replacing the end. "Now," he held the tapered end up to her mouth,
"since you've been so good for me I'll let you lubricate this one." Without a
moment's hesitation, she parted her lips and took the metallic point into her
mouth, coating it and the black body with her saliva. Guy let her take the full
length inside her mouth until the narrower metallic part at the base disappeared
behind her front teeth. He waited until she had a tiny dribble running down her
chin then drew the plug back out. "Head down, ass up and..." But she had
already lowered her head to the mattress and was kneeling with her thighs open
for him. Guy pressed the tip of the butt plug against her tight opening and
chatted as he slowly pushed it past her anus. "I knew your old master, kid - he
used to talk about you from time to time." She shivered at his words,
remembering with sad fondness how her late master had treated her with such
kindness and encouragement as she blossomed from a clumsy, terrified girl to a
willing, sensual animal. The sensation of being penetrated up her ass still
had a profound effect on her - once inside her rectum the butt plug was a
constant reminder of her vulnerability and her utter submission. With a final
push, her sphincter muscles closed around the narrowed shaft.
She watched Guy select a large ribbed dildo with a silver tip and a flexible
clit-stim protruding from the base. Pausing to insert the batteries, he didn't
bother to hold it to her mouth. Alexa grunted with pleasure-pain when he slid
the shaft inside the vaginal crotch ring on her harness, rotating it to ensure
the springy metal contact on the side was pressing firmly against her clitoris.
Guy carefully threaded a slim leather strap through the loops on either side of
the cunt and ass rings so both devices were securely pressed inside her
orifices. The tiny poppers at either end of the strap would ensure neither
probe could slip out of her body.
He helped her to kneel up then lifted another series of straps from the case.
Alexa's face fell with dismay as Guy lifted the gag harness up to her face.
"Hey, you've been a good slave up to now, kid - open that mouth and keep your
head up." It was no use resisting - her master wanted her fully restrained and
she knew better than to fight him or Guy. Dutifully, she parted her lips as
wide as possible to accept the broad penis shaped gag between her jaws. The
straps were secured under her chin, behind and over her head to form a very
restrictive bridle. Making her stand unsteadily on the mattress to face him,
Alexa kept her legs close together while Guy used two padlocks to lock her knees
and ankles together. As she stood there to attention, Alexa wondered again who
she was supposed to be an example for. Guy inspected her and tightened several
buckles on the harness. "You'll do just fine, kid - let's get you down to
dinner." He slid his left arm between her thighs, tipping her body forwards at
her hips to fall over his shoulder. Alexa felt him firmly grasp her tiny
ponytail with his right hand behind her back as she was carried out of the room
and down the curved sweeping staircase...
