"Don't tell me you actually ENJOYED eating that stuff, slave!" Alexa looked up, startled by the doctor's smiling face peering over the end of his desk. She stared down again at the empty feeding bowl that she had carefully licked clean; examining the gleaming stainless steel for any remaining trace of food but it was all gone.

"Umm, it wasn't very uhh nice, d-doctor sir but uhh I WAS very hungry." Alexa immediately regretted the words as soon as they came from her mouth. How would he take her response - had she been insolent and ungrateful? Would she be severely punished for her cheek? Would he tell the American.but the man's face creased with humor as he began to laugh. His mirth was infectious and Alexa couldn't help giggling until her chest hurt and her eyes were wet. It seemed so strange to be laughing in this place of cruel oppression and strict control, sitting naked and vulnerable on the surgery floor.and yet it didn't somehow seem so terribly wrong either.

The doctor reached down to ruffle her hair. He paused, moved a stray lock behind her ear then gently stroked her cheek with one finger. "That's better - slavery is not always a cause for despair as you have obviously just discovered. You know, I think you will do very well indeed, young Alexa. In fact, if you weren't already waiting for your new master I would be sorely tempted to put in a bid for you myself." His words jolted through her heart and she covered her mouth with one hand then looked away, blinking rapidly. "Don't be afraid, slave - you will be at your master's feet very soon." The young girl suddenly looked up with her piercing gray-blue eyes and smiled trustingly. "I find you very intriguing, Alexa - interesting name.do you know why they called you that?"

"Ohh! It's because I was, ummm supposed to b-be a boy.named after my father, doctor sir." Her expression had changed, revealing the long-endured sadness at knowing that she had been a source of disappointment from the moment of her birth. A finger lifting up her chin interrupted her unhappy thoughts.

"Just as well for us that you ARE a girl, slave - and a fine young creature at that! So put the foolish idea that your gender was a mistake out of your pretty head and accept who you are with pride, little slave Alexa. Hmmm.your birth certificate states that your father was called 'Alexander'. According to the Fostering report in your Social Services file, he was born in the North of England and served in the Royal Marines at the time of his death, just before you were born, yes?" She nodded. "And it says here your mother's maiden name wasn't Baldwin but was actually.ahhh, hmm.yes, of course." He hid the shocking realization well, turning as casually as possible back to the desk while refusing to meet her curious stare. "No matter - your old life is finished.just a little longer to wait until your new master sends for you, hmm?"

"Ohh, I don't mind waiting, doctor sir - I think perhaps I've been waiting for a master for a very long time a-and I just didn't realize it so a bit longer won't.umm." Alexa's voice trailed away - he was watching her so intently that she felt she should be quiet. Had she gone too far? The vivid dreams that had haunted her sleep since puberty came flooding back into her mind. But if she told them about yearning for a collar they would think her crazy.and maybe she WAS going mad.better not say anymore.

"Hmm.well, time for you to run along now - remember to be a good slave for your new master, little Alexa." He pressed a button and the surgery door opened. The beautiful dark girl who had suggestively brushed against her earlier entered and curtseyed respectfully to the doctor who paid her no attention. Alexa clambered up and automatically turned around with her wrists behind her back, expecting to be cuffed, fettered and gagged as before. "Hmm.no need for restraints, I think - just a training collar will do." He buckled a stiff, leather collar around Alexa's throat then secured the hasp with a tiny padlock. "Pay attention, house-slave," The exotic beauty immediately looked up and listened intently to the doctor who was busying himself with Alexa's medical file, indifferent to her rapt concentration. "Look after little Alexa here until she is required for Identification Profiling - you may take her to one of the Guest Suites out of the way but make sure she is presentable before reporting to the Control Station at 1400 hours.I assume you two can find some way to amuse yourselves together until then." He was rewarded by a broad grin and an eager nod as she held out her hand towards the new slave. Alexa hesitated, suddenly uncertain about what was expected of her. The stunningly attractive slave just winked and wiggled her fingers. Alexa summoned her courage and reached out her own hand to the beautiful, dark-skinned girl.

The doctor waited until he was sure the slaves had gone then began to carefully destroy several documents from Alexa's files. He pitied the poor creature and pitied her future master - his good friend Stephen - even more. But it would be better for everyone concerned if the bitter truth of Alexa's true origins never came out. He placed another page in the shredder and shook his head, burdened by the knowledge that had to kept secret at all cost.

She couldn't help sneaking a sideways glance at the incredibly pretty dusky-skinned girl who lightly clasped her hand as they trotted along the wide corridor. She had perfect features, a flawlessly dark-golden complexion and her long, jet hair was drawn into a single waist-length plait entwined with red and copper threads. The house-slave moved in a powerful yet relaxed cat-like way that emphasized the rise and fall of perfect breasts and the gyrating of her hips. Alexa felt so clumsy and plain, like a gawky schoolgirl who had no idea how to be seductive. "In here - I know a short cut to the Guest Suites." But as she was pulled past a side door at the base of a small staircase, Alex found herself being promptly and firmly kissed full on the mouth. "Mmmm, that is for my new sister, Alexa - I like that name. It is pretty, just like you are pretty, my sister." The kiss was repeated, longer and more sensual. Alexa overcame her surprise and enthusiastically kissed her back, parting her lips to allow the house-slave's questing tongue to dart between her teeth. She could hardly believe what was happening - her hidden dreams of kissing another girl had finally come true!

And she had called her name 'pretty', even though it was originally intended for a boy-child and had cursed her life to always remind her that she should have been a son, not a daughter.and she had called HER 'pretty' as well! "I uhhh, I always wanted.mmmmm.a sister b-but.mmmmmm.I don't even uhhhh, know your name." The dusky girl's silver-ringed nipples were rubbing against her own, making her feel so excited.

The girl's hand slid between Alexa's thighs to tenderly stroke her hot sex then her dark, almond-shaped eyes widened with delighted mirth. "You are very moist, my sister Alexa! And as a slave, you have many sister-slaves all around the world. And as for me.I have many names, none of them my own but you may call me 'Cally' if you wish." The girl had a soft, exotic accent and had pronounced 'Cally' as 'Kha-lee' - it seemed strangely familiar but the dusky beauty quickly smothered Alexa's puzzled response with another deep, lingering kiss before tugging her up the stairs. Alexa was soon dumbfounded by the sheer opulence of the upper corridor. Her toes literally sank into the plush burgundy carpet as they padded past several large mahogany doors. They paused outside one and listened to the faint cries from within the Suite - a girl was moaning in pain or ecstatic abandon (Alexa couldn't tell which) in a rhythm that followed a repeated whistling and cracking sound. But before she could ask, Cally had whisked her further along the corridor to a door whose overhead light shone green, unlike the others that were all shining red. Then they were inside and Cally had locked the door.

Nothing could have prepared Alexa for the contents of the Suite. She caught a glimpse of her own amazed and open-mouthed face in one of several full-length mirrors. Cally was grinning at her as she took in the hoists and chains dangling from the high mirrored ceiling, the peculiar trestles with straps all over them, the device that looked like a set of medieval stocks, the shelves laden with a huge assortment of dildoes, restraints and other unknown but obviously erotic items, the rack laden with whips, canes, crops and a tawse (she shuddered when her eyes recognized this familiar and particularly vicious leather instrument that had brought her so much misery in childhood), and finally the huge circular bed that seemed to be covered with some kind of shiny red plastic and had metal rings at regular intervals around the edge. Cally laughed and threw open mirrored doors to reveal rows of obscene and raunchy fetish gear. Alexa gaped at the vast range of latex, leather, PVC, satin, lace and lycra garments. Her exotic sister-slave broke one spell with another as she gently but purposefully guided her over to the bed, then with surprising strength and ease lifted her up like a doll and laid her down. "Time for 'slave-play, my sister - time for us to be.mmmmm.together."

As they rolled about on the shiny fabric, like two kittens tumbling in a basket, Alexa abandoned any shyness that remained and enthusiastically kissed Cally's ringed nipples before moving her tongue slowly down her belly. There was another ring at Cally's navel, then the strange deep marking just above her cleft, then.the ring right through her tiny sex. Alexa stared in awe at how Cally's clit had been pierced through and threaded with a silver circle. And it seemed as though the fold that covered her most sensitive flesh had been removed! "Umm.your ring, down below.uhh, did it hurt lots getting it done?"

Cally slid her hand down to splay her cunt lips so Alexa could see her adorned vulva more clearly. "The pain is worth it, you'll see." She pulled Alexa's head closer and opened her legs wider. "My little sister, it is okay to lick. okay to taste. please. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Alexa forgot everything else as she kissed the soft nub of Cally's ringed clit, intoxicated by the heady flavor and scent of the girl's love-nectar - a wonderful mixture of honey with a hint of spice.

Then she was being lifted like a toy (again, Alexa was amazed by her new-found sister's deceptively powerful body) as Cally knelt on the bed and held her upside down with the tops of her quivering thighs resting on the house-slave's bronze shoulders. Cally's expert tongue found the center of Alexa's sex and she began to work the mewing girl into an orgasmic frenzy. The blood sang in Alexa's ears as she tried to concentrate on lapping and nuzzling Cally's sweet cunt. It was too much - Cally reduced her to a trembling, moaning wreck as wave upon climactic wave thundered through her senses. Then she was being laid on the bed again with Cally's glistening labia hovering above her flushed face. Alexa drew Cally's buttocks down and began to lick in earnest, determined to repay her beautiful sister-slave for the mind-boggling multiple orgasms whose aftershocks still echoed through her fluttering belly. Cally gasped and chuckled softly as she ground her pouting cunt hard against the new slave's eager lips, tongue and snub nose. It was an ageless dance of two females comforting and delighting each other in ways that no male could emulate or comprehend - not better than penetrative sex with an experienced masculine lover but just as special.

Once again, Cally surprised her young lover by lifting her with ease until they lay face to face. The dusky slave guided Alexa's trembling fingers between her glistening cunt lips then pressed the tips encouragingly to her ringed clit. They kissed passionately and Alexa writhed in sensual pleasure as Cally began to rhythmically penetrate and rotate her fingers at the mouth of the new slave's vagina. Alexa opened her eyes in fascinated wonder as Cally threw back her head to let her kiss her throat. The house-slave's silver collar wasn't plain as she had thought but had a line of tiny black writing along the center - but it was in an unusual script instead of in English.and if she hadn't been so intoxicated with sweet arousal, Alexa would have sworn the tiny script was actually changing and moving while she tried to read it! "Ummm.uhhh, C-cally, is.ooooh! Is th-the inscription.uhhhhhh.S-sanskrit.UUUHHHH!"

The dusky slave looked directly into her eyes. "It is much older than Sanskrit, my sister. You envy my collar, do you not?" Alexa suddenly felt a peculiar tinge of awe and fear, as if Cally was revealing a dangerous side of her character - it was as though she was making love with a predatory cat that might turn in a moment from desire to.hunger! Then the moment passed. Cally gave out a throaty, purring laugh and kissed her lightly on the end of her nose. "Do not be jealous, little Alexa. I shall never wear a master's collar but you shall wear two and the second will be greater than the first." She stifled Alexa's confused response with such deep kisses that the girl lost all track of her thoughts.

(But in the quiet moments of the night, when Alexa would lie awake and tethered at the foot of the bed listening to the rise and fall of her owner's masculine chest, she would recall the strange words that Cally had uttered and feel an odd thrill of wonder and hope.)

Eventually sated, despite her young lover's initial clumsiness due to her inexperience, Cally cradled and rocked Alexa like an infant, humming a wordless lullaby as she gently stroked her brow - soothing and caressing her sister as she drifted into blissful sleep.

.but it was all WRONG - her body HURT all over and she couldn't stop shaking! Alexa tried to understand why her left eye seemed to be glued shut or why she couldn't lift her hands up without pulling up her ankles. She blinked rapidly and rubbed the dried-on stickiness from her cheek and mouth. The little finger of her right hand ached terribly as though it had been bent backwards or even broken. She was huddled in a dimly lit wire cage. She was restrained in heavy steel cuffs and fetters linked by short chains that prevented her from straightening out even if the cage had been big enough. Alexa whimpered in confused fear and distress then writhed as a horrible stabbing pain assaulted her throat. What. it didn't make sense - her memory had huge chunks missing but there had been something about being injected, made to stand straight against a white wall for cameras.a room full of men in guards' uniforms jeering and watching her being posed obscenely for the lenses. Cally - where was Cally? Ohh, she felt so raw and swollen between her legs.and unpleasantly sticky. Her bottom and privates hurt like they had been burned and chafed. She felt the strange crusty deposits on her breasts and belly then whimpered again at the small bruises on her breasts, arms and legs, like horrible dark fingerprints. And her whimper was rewarded by another more intense jolt through the front and sides of her neck, leaving her gasping in shock. Gingerly, she reached up and felt the thick strap with the odd bulge just under her jaw - it was one of the same collars she had seen on the caged girls when Max was leading her around. She finally understood why the girls had seemed so distressed by the rape-dog's barking - the collars were used to punish a girl if she made too much noise and Max had set them off! And all the peculiar dried whitish stains on her aching body, face and hair - she realized in horror she had been violated and repeatedly gang-raped in her mouth, pussy and ass by several men! They must have drugged her first to make her compliant and so she couldn't even remember who had abused her.but HOW had she got here - what had happened to Cally? Had it all been a fantasy to blot out the nightmare at the hands of her abusers?

She curled up into a tight ball and tried to weep as silently as possible, in fear of triggering an even bigger shock from the punishment collar. Ohh, Cally - was she just in her head or did she really exist? The bruised, violated and severely restrained girl wanted to wail in distress but they had even taken the comfort of her cries away and turned her sobs to torturing shocks. Alexa soundlessly begged for her nameless American master not to forget her and covered her face with her hands to stifle her weeping. There was something else in her hair apart from the dried remains of her attackers' semen. She pulled the narrow strand out and peered at it in the dim light - it was a piece of twisted red and copper thread! Cally WAS real - she HADN'T been a dream after all! Alexa hoped her sister was safe and the men hadn't attacked and raped her too. She kissed the precious reminder of their joy together and held it to her cheek - her only possession in the bleak, cramped cage that confined her for whatever unspeakable cruelties these evil men were planning.



"Young man, I am simply NOT prepared to be delayed ANY longer - tell the captain I wish to see him immediately!"

The steward sighed and put on his most formal expression. "I am very sorry, Lady Claire but the Brussels control tower will not let us taxi until an extra passenger has boarded."

Lady Claire pursed her lips in frustration. "Well, whoever it is must be an extremely important person indeed to hold up a scheduled flight to Heathrow - why couldn't he or she wait for the next shuttle?" But the extra passenger had arrived and sat down in the executive seat across the aisle. The jet was already making for the nearest available runway without even pausing for traffic control clearance. It didn't even stop at the end of the runway but throttled up immediately as though their jet's swift take-off was suddenly the airport's highest priority. Lady Claire frowned and readied herself to make a cutting remark to the smartly dressed man who was sorting out his seatbelt. He caught her eye and smiled sheepishly. Whatever tart put-down she had planned was lost in her shocked recognition. "Stephen, goodness me! Stephen, how the devil are you and what on earth are you doing in Europe?" The American grinned at his ex-colleague from the United Nations and gathered his wits before starting a suitably plausible explanation.