2nd Chance - The Organization Series 3

SECOND CHANCE

Chapter 6

Guljana let out a strangled gasp. She had never dreamed anything like this could exist! Suddenly, her recent rape and humiliating abuses seemed so unimportant, almost trivial. The huge room was lined with pale marble. There was a giant bath of clear blue water, with a little round pool in the center that bubbled as if it was boiling - but there were other girls sitting in it! All the girls were so beautiful and very different from her. Was this the way the Americans live? She turned to Alexa and followed her gaze. Ishtar! The massive window looked out into the sky! They were so high up, like a mountain - there were amazing buildings pointing into the clouds. She felt dizzy, it is too high! Ishtar, mercy! Guljana reached desperately for Alexa's comforting hand.

There was a girl behind them. Her voice was soft and had a French accent. "Lex? LEXIE?!! Mon dieu - its really you?"

Alexa turned and stared at a familiar face. "Nadine? Wh-what are you doing here? Oh my sis! Ohhh!" They embraced so passionately that Guljana fell back, ashamed that she had ever thought she might become special to Alexa. "Guljana," she took the worried girl's hand and pressed it into the smiling stranger's. "This is Nadine, our sister! Nadine, this is Guljana - she's needing love, she's new and very frightened."

In a daze, Guljana found herself being wrapped in Nadine's arms and being gently but firmly kissed on her forehead. "Hi Guljana, you're beautiful! Any friend of my beloved sister Alexa is my friend too - I mean that!"

Guljana smiled and felt her eyes fill with tears at the kind greeting. "I am th-thank you, Na-din! I will be love you friend back?" She looked at Alexa, unsure if she was understood.

Alexa burst into laughter and nodded happily. "Its OK, Guljana, we know what you meant!" She padded over to the edge of the pool and sat with her feet dangling in the warm water. "Come on, Guljana!" But the Afghani girl drew back, looking scared.

"I not...too big! I not cans..." She waved her arms in frustration, trying to remember the word.

"Swim - you can't swim?"

"Swim - yes! No! I not swims!" Guljana felt so inadequate. She knew she was just a stupid peasant-girl from a backward country. She began to cry in shame and frustration. A hand slid around her shoulders - it was Nadine. She didn't speak but just held her close. All the pent-up distress of the last few weeks burst out of Guljana's aching heart. She wept for her terrifying ordeal when she was snatched from her home and stripped naked in a cellar. She wept for the trauma of being turned into a filthy houri. She wept for her poor dead umma...

Alexa nearly joined Nadine in comforting the distraught girl but changed her mind. It was too precious a moment to spoil by intruding on the intimate scene. Once her sobs had died down, Guljana let Nadine lead her to the steps at the shallow end of the pool. The water was crystal clear and smelled a bit funny but it looked so inviting. She tentatively dipped her foot - it was warm! Guljana summoned up her courage and went in a bit further. It wasn't too deep, only reaching to just below her breasts. The other girls were laughing and playing around her, splashing and swimming. In no time at all, the Afghani girl found herself enjoying the wondrous water. Twice, Nadine had to stop her from trying to drink it!

The next couple of hours were gloriously happy - Nadine introduced Alexa and Guljana to all the other girls. One, Theresa, kept staring goggle-eyed at Alexa. She finally explained how she overheard her Maltese master telling another that the Head of Security had claimed a slave from the gallows. He had mentioned a girl called 'Alexa'! The others had turned in amazement and wanted to know everything. "I knew master Stephen was sick," Nadine sighed, "but I didn't know he died - Alexa, I'm so sorry!"

Guljana finally braved the boiling pool and yelled with joy as the bubbles tickled her bare body! She began to sing a little Pashtun folk song but trailed off when she realized all the other girls had gone silent. Alexa was running towards the door. Guljana watched her friend fling herself down in front of a man she had seen on the jet. "Master!" Alexa lowered her head to the ground and waited.

"I heard about your trick with the blanket, little one. Very foolish but very courageous - you will not be punished further on this occasion."

"Thank you, master!"

"Now fetch your cell-mate. It is time for her training to begin."

Alexa nervously padded to the edge of the pool and whispered "Guljana, you've got to come now. My master wants you." The other girls silently watched the Afghani wade across and climb out of the water to kneel in front of the man her friend called 'master'. He lifted her head up with a finger under her chin. Guljana stared nervously into his searching eyes. He didn't say a word but snapped a leash chain on the front ring of her collar and pulled her forward. When she rose to follow, he paused and stared at her. Guljana was confused. What was she supposed to do? Surely not...

He watched Guljana's puzzled expression turn to shock as she sank back to her knees and put her hands down to the marble floor. She kept her head bowed and crawled like an animal on all fours behind him. Alexa was left behind. "G-good luck, my sister" she breathed softly, "I-I love you, Guljana!" But the door had closed and the frightened new slave had not heard.

Alexa could not relax during the next few hours. She stood at the huge window and stared at the city below. "It is beautiful, is it not?" Nadine had come to join her.

"Oh Nadine, sorry - I was thinking about Guljana. I hope she's OK."

"I understand, dear sis. I think she will become a wonderful slave - she's very pretty and so young!"

Alexa smiled and allowed the French girl to coax her back into the pool but her heart was heavy with concern. Over the next few hours, Alexa played half-heartedly with the others but kept on watching the door in case Guljana returned. Finally, a guard appeared and pointed at her. She ran as swiftly as possible and knelt for him. "Your master wants you, cunt." He snapped a chain leash on her collar and told her to get up and walk. "No time for crawling, little slut - your master said to get you now and you don't want to keep him waiting do you?" She shook her head. "Hmm, thought not. Now move that cute ass!" As they neared a corner of the corridor, she heard a high-pitched wail. Oh no - my poor sis! But when they entered the room things were not as dreadful as they seemed. There was Guljana, kneeling on a padded bench with her legs strapped down and apart at her knees and ankles. She was being held up by a kind of yoke suspended from the ceiling that kept her head and wrists secured. The front of the yoke had an adjustable bar that held a black rubber dildo just in front of Guljana's mouth. The dusky girl was sucking eagerly on the tip. She was glistening with sweat but was not distressed - her eyes were glazed over in rapture!

Alexa's master looked up. "Come closer, little slave - see how well your cell-mate's responding." He was sitting on the edge of the bench, casually cutting a slither off a peach and feeding it to Guljana. "Good girl - and now another!" Guljana eagerly swallowed the fruity morsel then eased her body downwards and took the dildo back in her mouth. Alexa stared in amazement as the Afghani pressed her cunt and ass on the points of two silver-tipped dildoes between her thighs that seemed to shimmer in the light. "Ultrasonics, my dear - your cell-mate responds very well to the higher frequencies and should reach her 11th orgasm just about..."

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"...Now!" He smiled then cut another slice off the peach. "Now I want you to run along and thoroughly prepare yourself for my pleasure. Take another slave to help you look your best. The outfit is waiting in your cell. Report here in one hour." He watched her leave then adjusted the strength of the vibrations. "Come along, Guljana - try to cum faster this time!"

Alexa looked over her shoulder; fascinated and awed by the way her master was breaking Guljana - instead of punishing her into submission she was being seduced by pleasure! She thought this must be because the girl had already experienced such a lifetime of harsh abuse that more of the same wouldn't work. The guard told her to choose someone from the pool - she asked Nadine who smiled happily and held her hand as they returned to Alexa's cell.

There was a neat pile of clothes lying on the mattress in her cell. Alexa examined the pretty red satin thong panties and red patent stiletto sandals. The final garment was beautiful - a red leather one-shouldered minidress. "Ohh Alexa - you will look so nice! But first you must have your hair and make-up done." Nadine had picked up a small toilet bag and found cosmetics, perfume, a brush and other items. Nadine insisted Alexa should shower again to remove the smell of chlorine from her hair.

While they were in the bathroom area, a disheveled but radiant Guljana appeared. She was secured by a long leash chain, held by one of the guards. "Oh Alexa - is so good! I not know how much good uhh," she looked both elated and embarrassed, "my uhh pusi make me feels!"

The three girls laughed together in the showers, sharing joy in Guljana's newfound sexuality. The Afghani even managed to flush out her own cunt and ass with the pipe although it took her several painful attempts. When they were dried, Guljana's guard replaced her chain leash and ordered her back for her second lesson. She excitedly embraced Alexa and Nadine then skipped eagerly behind the guard. When they reached the training room, Guljana clambered on the bench without having to be told. She put her hands up and kept still while her neck and wrists were secured in the yoke. With her knees and ankles strapped apart, she waited for the wondrous dildoes to be placed between her thighs. But this time it was different - something was wrong! The yoke holding her head and arms was being pulled until she was stretched painfully upwards. The guard was adjusting the dildo in front of her mouth. He pushed it hard against her lips. Guljana fought against her rising panic and mutely parted her teeth. He pushed the dildo in too far - it was choking her! "Uuuumphhhh!!!! Nnnnnn!!!!! Aaaakkkkk!!!"

Alexa's master had returned, followed by another man in a white coat. The man was wheeling a hospital gurney covered in equipment. He started putting wires on sticky pads on her chest - one between her breasts, the other under her left armpit. "Please check the batteries in the defibrillator before you begin - this one is to be a special gift and I would prefer it not to die." Guljana hadn't a clue what Alexa's master was saying but she knew she was in terrible danger. They were adjusting the dildoes under her body. But it wasn't just the tips that were pressing inside her labia and buttocks. This time they were being forced right in! She whimpered and twisted her hands and feet uselessly. The dildoes were cold and dry - they hurt! "Well, my little Afghan beauty, you have tasted paradise and now you shall have a taste of hell." He tightened a black blindfold over her terrified eyes. There was a strange buzzing noise - she felt an unpleasant tingling inside her bottom!

"UUUUUUUUUKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!" She wailed in acute discomfort and sheer fright. The tingling was getting stronger, like a million pins stabbing inside her tender tissues! Her legs began to shake; her belly was in spasm. "UUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Alexa's master softly closed the door to the Treatment Room and paused to listen to the growing shrieks of agony and horror from within. If she survived, this creature would be a delight. But only IF she survived...

...Alexa stood nervously in the lift next to master Charles. "Remember, no behavior that might draw the curiosity of those ignorant of your status. You are to be polite, discreet and respectful. You are NOT to be subservient or slavish when in public - understand?"

"Yes, master."

He removed her steel collar. "I must say you look lovely, little slave. I am beginning to see why your last master was so fond of you." He clicked a narrow ornate gold collar round her neck - it was so beautiful that Alexa gasped.

"M-master! This is too precious - t-too lovely for this poor slave!"

"Are you questioning my taste?"

"Oh n-no master!"

She put her head down in shame but he gently lifted her face up by one finger under her chin. "You should not doubt yourself, little one. You are my property now. Do not dare to undermine whatever value is placed upon you."

Alexa trembled under his steady gaze and simply nodded her acceptance. When the lift stopped, she was stunned to see they were in the lobby of a very high-class hotel. And she was not even tethered! She felt the panic rising in her throat and clutched desperately at her master's jacket, not even thinking that he might be offended. All these people! All that noise!

"What is the problem? Alexa, answer me!"

"M-master - I, uhhh this slave hasn't been outside without restraints since she, umm...it was taken into slavery!"

"But you are restrained. You have a collar, don't you?"

Alexa fingered the slim gold band around her neck. "Y-yes master, but there's no leash - a slave could run away!"

"Go on then, try it. Walk towards the door." Alexa swallowed nervously and began to move out into the busy throng. She turned to look at him for guidance but he just stood by the lift and pointed towards the revolving door. Alexa felt as if all eyes were on her. As she reached the center of the lobby, her throat began to feel constricted. The collar had tightened somehow and was squeezing her neck. She was beginning to choke! Before she could stagger, he was at her side, gripping her elbow. "You see" he whispered, "If you stray too far you will be brought to heel." He held up a black key fob. "I can extend the range temporarily but more than ten yards is sufficient to throttle you." He smiled and guided her towards the door. "So, my dear little Alexa, you ARE restrained after all!" The evening air was cool. A man in uniform saluted her master and opened the rear passenger door of a huge black car. It had darkened glass and was so long! It was strange being allowed in before a master but she knew it was required in public. The driver was accompanied by a large man who stared at Alexa without comment. "The Club please, gentlemen." Alexa felt very small as she sat back in the deep leather seat next to one of the most powerful men in the Organization. It made her realize just how insignificant she really was - a pathetic little English slave. Yet, the man next to her - her master - had bothered to bring her all the way to America. It still hadn't sunk in...

If the hotel lobby had been high class, there were no words left to describe the opulence of the place he had called "The Club". She sat opposite her master in the dining room - not at his feet but actually at the table! He surveyed the menu then ordered in French, not bothering to let her choose. She waited until he started to eat before picking up her cutlery. She stared down, overwhelmed by the simple act of holding a knife and fork - it seemed like years ago that she had last touched anything other than a spoon. The meal was wonderful but she wasn't used to the wine. It stung her throat - she drank it so he wouldn't be annoyed but it made her eyes water. "Well, little one, I have read your dossier but would like to hear your version of events. First, tell me the real reason why you ran away from home when you were thirteen."

Alexa found herself pouring out her heart to her new master. It was something she had never fully done with master Stephen. He had cared for her - she knew that - and she had loved him dearly. She still did. But master Charles was different. He was actually interested in the tiniest insignificant detail of her life before slavery. He coaxed out the truth about the succession of 'uncles' who had assaulted and sexually abused her; how her alcoholic mum seemed revolted by her, showed her no love or affection and even encouraged the lodging men to use her daughter as they pleased; the secret miscarriage alone when she was twelve, the beatings, the starvation, the kids homes, the loneliness...

He didn't flinch once while she spoke. Master Stephen always looked so upset and uncomfortable whenever she mentioned her childhood that she had learned not to talk about it to spare him any distress. But master Charles had kept his eyes on her face and silently nodded, occasionally sipping his wine as she unburdened herself. "And now, little slave" he looked at her and smiled, "here you are in a new country with a new master - if you had to choose between freedom and my collar, what would it be?"

Alexa's hand stroked the deadly ring embracing her throat. "I...oh sorry master! Th-this slave..."

"Speak freely in First Person here - you will not be punished."

"I w-would beg f-for your collar, master."

"You're not just saying that to please me?"

She looked down wistfully, shook her head and whispered "No!"

"Hmm...we shall see." He did not elaborate. "Now finish your wine - I do not wish to be late. Tomorrow is a busy day for us both. There is an important event in the morning and I have work to do at the Ranch."

"Master, please excuse a slave's curiosity - will this one, umm I be living at this Ranch? Will that be its...I mean my home?"

He was regarding her with a gentle, almost sad expression that unnerved her completely. "Perhaps you will, little slave - in good time." Nothing more was said. The journey back to the huge tower block hotel was uneventful. Alexa stared out of the limousine's window and watched the people on the sidewalk. A young couple was locked in a fervent embrace - she envied the girl so much. He took her back to the cellblock and she thought he would just leave her there. "Do not strip, slave - I want your company in my apartment. However, I wish to look in on your cell-mate."

Guljana! She had forgotten her poor sister - was she all right? The cell lights were dimmed. There on the mattress lay the Afghani girl. She wasn't moving! Alexa crept closer and put her hand through the bars to stroke her companion's head. Guljana was heavily fettered with her wrists locked up behind her back, her ankles secured together and her collar chained to the wall. There was a short spreader bar with leather straps above her knees keeping her thighs apart. Her long blonde hair had been tamed by a tight plait on the top of her head. "Guljana - sis. It's me, Alexa - are you OK?"

The dusky girl stirred and slowly blinked her drugged eyes. "Alextha...pretty Alextha." There was a gold ring through the tip of Guljana's tongue. She had more rings pierced through her flesh - ears, nose, and nipples...and clit. Guljana had two tiny dressings on either side of her abdomen where her ovaries had been removed by keyhole surgery. Alexa stared down at her sister's vulva - the hood covering Guljana's clitoris was completely gone! And there was a circular design branded and tattooed just above the girl's cleft where her pubic hair had been. She peered closer. It was incredibly detailed and very pretty. There was a picture of an eagle behind a striped shield with golden stars above its head. The design had writing round the sides against a blue background. It said 'United States Senate'!

"Ohh master - you have made her so beautiful!" Alexa continued to hold her companion's head although Guljana had slipped back into a deep trance-like sleep.

He was crouching next to her, critically examining the brand. "Little one, your cell-mate was beautiful already - we have merely enhanced that." He pulled up Guljana's eyelid and noticed her tiny unmoving pupil. "She should not have been left alone in this condition - very sloppy, very dangerous!" He looked livid. "Somebody will have to look after her. Alexa, that French slave you mentioned - the former nurse. What is her name?"

"Nadine, master. Her master's called Gerard, I think he's staying here - ohh! Th-this slave thinks!"

He ignored her error and strode across to the intercom. "This is master Charles. Contact master Gerard and ask him if he would lend me his property tonight to care for the new slave in cell-room five-nine. And I wish to see the Duty Supervisor in my office first thing tomorrow morning. I will NOT tolerate any neglect of Organization property!" Alexa stared at him in awe, overwhelmed by the suppressed anger in his voice. Here was a man with a reputation for harsh cruelty and ruthlessness but he was furious about a slave's safety. She realized she could fall desperately in love with such a master. They waited until Nadine was brought by a guard. She took one look at Guljana and rushed into her cell to cradle the barely conscious slave. Alexa followed her master to his apartment. He told her to strip and lie back on the bed. As he buckled each strap on her wrists and ankles, she writhed in excited pleasure - how did he know? She tugged against the comforting restraints that held her spread-eagled to the mattress. Alexa needed to feel utterly helpless to enjoy lovemaking. And it surpassed her wildest dreams - he was a gentle, considerate lover and exhausted her with increasingly powerful orgasms. Finally sated, he hovered above her, still deep between her shaking thighs. Alexa tilted her head up towards her master's face, craving his kiss. His lips came closer, closer...but only to touch her forehead. Her yearning heart felt like it would break into pieces...