".Didn't tell me you were a fainter, slave - that means a further ring is required to prevent you from choking. Put out your tongue, Alexa."

Had she just heard him correctly? Still dazed by her violent orgasm, Alexa slowly realized the ball gag was gone and she could move her head just a little before the slackened collar chain went taut again. "Uhh, m-my t-tongue? Master, please n-n." The expression on his face clearly meant he would permit no argument. Alexa tentatively parted her lips and stuck the tip out. He was ready with the forceps and surprised her by firmly gripping and pulling her tongue forward before she could protest. "Uhhhhnnnn!" His other hand was holding the pincers and moved across her vision to disappear below her nose. "UUUUURRRRRRNNNNNNNGGHHHH!" Then it was all over. Alexa tasted blood and felt the alien object rubbing against the inside of her gums. She hadn't fully taken in what had just happened but the new sensations inside her mouth forced her to accept the stark reality - he had just pierced her tongue right through with another gold ring and it HURT!

He soothed her deeply shocked expression by gently stroking her cheek. "There is only a minimal risk of infection from the piercings, Alexa - the rings are pure gold on a tungsten steel alloy." Returning to the holdall, he came back holding up a new gag on a wide leather strap but this one was shaped like the end of a man's erect penis and had a tiny clip halfway along the mercifully short but alarmingly thick, black rubber shaft. "Now we won't have to worry about you choking, slave. Open your mouth as wide as you can and put out the tip of your tongue as far as possible, Alexa." She wasn't happy about obeying and nearly refused but she already knew there would be no denying her master's wishes - not just about the gag but about ANYTHING he desired. The black rubber end tasted bitter and squeaked as it rubbed against the edges of her teeth before pressing uncomfortably against the roof of her mouth and her freshly pierced tongue. She didn't feel him clip the ring to the shaft but as he began to push the gag deeper into her mouth, her tongue was firmly captured just behind her jaw. Alexa moaned uncertainly as he pulled her head forward by her hair then tightened the ends of the straps together behind her neck. With the collar chain stretched tightly above her head once more, Alexa was utterly helpless again - so why was he using even MORE tight chains to secure her waist, chest and hips to the high bed frame? WHAT WAS HE GOING TO DO?

What her master did was to gently attach a slim chain between her nipple rings before fitting a longer connecting chain to her clitoris ring - she couldn't see any of this as he stood between her shaking thighs but when he began to lift the chain up away from her body, her eyes grew huge with alarm. "Don't fight the pain, Alexa - accept it and turn it.into pleasure." Then he entered her in a single, deep thrust. She gasped and clenched her cuffed fists under her buttocks as he slowly withdrew then rammed the length of his cock home while pulling the interlinked chain upwards. Her mind reeled under the sheer enormity of the sensations now assaulting her body. Again, the slow, near withdrawal was followed by another cervix-jarring thrust. And at each successive rapid penetration, the rings through her three sensitive points were tugged upwards to amplify the incredible feelings in her body. Alexa shrieked and bore down on his stiff penis as he maintained the cruel rhythm. It HURT dreadfully but it was also NICE.and that thought shocked her to her core. The fetters, her helplessness to do anything but submit to what was happening, the way he had complete control over her - all seemed to destroy her mental barriers one by one and allowed raw, savage pleasure to dominate her mind. Her master seemed to read her like an open book, maintaining the pattern of rapid penetration and harsh tension on her three pierced buds, sensing the tension mounting as she.as she. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

He sighed with pleasure while he emptied himself in the girl's writhing and straining body. It had been too long - the satisfaction of possessing your OWN slave far surpassed simply using one of the available house slaves. Little Alexa had tightened on him as he came and had responded magnificently - she would be a delight to train. "You sing very sweetly, little bird. Hmm, I am beginning to understand why your initial Slave Index rating was set so high by the good doctor. I can hardly wait to teach you how to achieve a proper orgasm, Alexa."

'Proper orgasm'? She felt so drained and weak that the idea of climaxing more intensely terrified her. Alexa was tired to the point where her arms and legs were limp with exhaustion. She felt hot and sticky inside the shiny catsuit after her sexual ordeal and she barely registered the chains and fetters being unlocked. He had to prop her up while the gag was freed from her mouth. "Well, we can't travel like this, little slave - let's get cleaned up. Can you walk?"

"I-I think so. Ohhh! I m-mean yes master, I think so." He steadied her as she peeled off the catsuit then, gripping her firmly around her right wrist, led her towards the door. Her quivering legs gave way after two steps. Alexa tried to crawl but she found herself being lifted into his arms and carried by the man who had found her, claimed her as his property and taken her to sexual heights that she didn't know were possible. And he had hinted at even greater sensual experiences to come!

She wasn't prepared for what followed and felt terribly self-conscious and a little shy as she was gently washed by her master who stood naked beside her in the shower. He was so tall when they were close up that her eyes were barely level with the nipples on his powerful chest. It was the first time in her life that she had experienced tender intimacy like this from a man and it was very unsettling - men had used her, men had hurt her, men had threatened and bullied her.but this man was different. Her confused, silent tears were mercifully hidden by the spray and steam but the sob when he began to wash her hair was immediately noted. Her chin was being raised by a finger, forcing her to look into his smiling eyes. "Little one," he murmured, "my slave, my Alexa - I."

But whatever he intended to say was forgotten in the moment. He lifted the girl, light as a feather, pinning her against the tiled wall as he fiercely kissed her waiting mouth. Alexa moaned and responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Her newly pierced and ringed breasts rubbed against his body as she slithered down the wet wall to be impaled on his erection. Her gasp allowed him to slide his tongue between her teeth. Her own flickering tongue touched him, the ring serving as a sweet reminder that she was his possession now. She felt his hands gripping her buttocks and pulling them open, his strong fingers reaching inside her cleft, one finger pressing firmly against.OHHHHHH!

"No, don't tighten yet. Relax yourself my little slave - accept me inside you. You'll discover it is worth it." So she submitted to the triple penetration of her mouth, pussy and backside. and found out. of course. that he. was. right.



It was actually possible to move quite fast despite the heavy ankle cuffs and the short hobble chain. The trick, Alexa had realized was to lift her feet higher than normal with each step while keeping the chain taut between strides. It was a funny way to walk - almost like dancing or trotting like a little pony. But at least she had stopped tripping herself or stumbling against the guard who was tugging her along by her leash chain. Dressed in a clean, shiny red catsuit but whose arms and sleeves were even longer than the first one she had worn, Alexa had been placed in wrist and ankle cuffs then collared and gagged as usual. But the guards who had collected her from the infirmary had used heavier fetters to restrain her. And they had been very rough when her hands were locked behind and up her back. Where was her master? He had left her to recover from their intense lovemaking and hadn't returned. There was something else different about the way the guards had restrained her. They had locked a tight steel band around her waist then fitted another curved band up between her legs. Secured to the front and rear of the waistband, it rode snugly between her buttocks and pressed against her private parts. It rubbed and tugged at each step, driving her nearly mad with the erotic tingling it was setting off in her pussy. She felt damp between her legs - damp and hot. It was nice and it wasn't nice at the same time. It was very distracting and very frustrating too.

"C'mon, you ugly dwarf-bitch - the doctor wants to see you before we get your sorry excuse of a cunt exported. We'll have to fumigate the infirmary cell to get rid of your stink, filthy little guard-killer." Why were they being so horrible and cruel? Alexa could hardly wait to get away from this awful place - surely the Belgian chateau HAD to be better than here. The dark-featured guard yanked on the leash, as though he actually wanted her to fall and hurt herself. She could barely keep pace with his fast strides. When they reached the surgery door, he grasped a handful of her hair and forced her to kneel. "Not a fuckin' word of complaint, mind - unless you want us guards to give you a special send-off." His snarling face was inches from her own. What could she do but nod in fear and submission? He seemed satisfied and knocked on the door.

The doctor took one look at her then his face darkened in rage. "Idiots! Do you WANT to offend her master? Get that belt off her immediately and remove those cuffs while you are at it." He stormed over to his desk and picked up the phone. "I want to see the watch supervisor in my surgery. I DON'T CARE WHAT HE'S DOING." Alexa shook at the fury in his voice. "Yes - in the surgery NOW!" He slammed down the receiver and thrust out his palm at the stunned guard. "Oh for goodness sake! Just give me the keys and get out of my sight before I have your contract terminated." The guard blanched, thrust the keys into the doctor's hand and withdrew from the room. But the look of pure hatred he gave Alexa as he brushed past made her cringe in fright. But the blessed relief as the belt's front and rear locks were released was so wonderful she quickly forgot the ominous scowl on the guard's face. "These cuffs are far too heavy and tight - can you move your fingers, Alexa?"

She nodded and mumbled past the gag but winced and tried to rub away the pins and needles in her aching wrists as sensation returned to her numb hands. "Here, let me see your fingernails. Hmm.at least the sleeves on your suit are long enough to go under the metal." He gently flexed her hands, concentrating on the right one. "Good - the dislocation has caused no lasting damage?" She shook her head. A soft knock on the door signaled the arrival of the supervisor. "Come in." The doctor gently but firmly pressed down on Alexa's shoulders, making her kneel. He rounded on the supervisor before the man could say a word. "Have your men ANY idea who this girl will belong to? Look at these cuffs - far too heavy and adjusted far too tight. If she had been shipped like that, she would have probably lost some of her fingers to gangrene! Doesn't your staff realize they have insulted a visiting master by their stupidity? And not just ANY master, oh no - your men have been abusing the future property of a senior member of the Council! It is just as well the Head of Security isn't here to deal with you."

The other man coughed and looked decidedly unhappy with being dressed down in front of Alexa, and kept looking in her direction with a mixture of loathing and anger. "With all due respect doctor, she hasn't been formally collared and wears no master's mark. My staff were only having a little fun with the bi.with the girl before she gets shipped."

"A LITTLE FUN?" At first, Alexa listened to their argument with a feeling of gratitude towards the doctor for caring about her welfare but her heart slowly sank as he repeatedly described her as nothing more than an item of valuable property - he wasn't interested in her feelings at all but only in maintaining the condition of her body for somebody else's benefit. I will not cry, I w-won't, I-I w-w-w. at least she'd learned the trick of making no noise as she wept - a bitter lesson from her travesty of a childhood. With her head down and shoulders hunched, she tried to become invisible as their raised voices echoed around the room. Ohh master, please come get me - I can't bear it! The argument ended as abruptly as it had begun and the supervisor stormed past, managing to knock her off balance as he brushed against her side. Alexa curled into a tight ball and covered her face with her hands. It was too much - her initially silent weeping became loud gulping sobs of utter despair. She felt so wretched and alone.

The hand stroking her head moved to free the buckle of her gag strap. She squealed in pain as the ball was pulled out of her mouth, dragging her attached tongue with it. Thankfully, he paused to free the ring from the underside of the ball. Still crying, Alexa obediently shuffled behind the doctor who held her right arm by the wrist. He guided her to sit up on the edge of the examination couch and fetched a glass of water. "Don't take it to heart, little Alexa - I only spoke in that way for his benefit." He sighed, used a tissue to wipe away her tears and took her head in his hands. "I think you need to hear some answers, don't you? Well, young slave, ask away but I can't promise to tell you everything you ask - and you may not like what I say." He waited as she sipped from the glass. The girl looked so small and pathetic in a suit that was meant for a much taller slave - obviously the stores had nothing available in Alexa's size. He crouched down and removed the heavy steel cuffs from her ankles. For all her tears and distress, there was something remarkable about her - she was obviously highly resilient since many new slaves would already have gone into shock or depression if they had experienced even half of what Stephen's new slave had suffered. She was also much more intelligent than her background reports initially suggested. In and out of care, an abysmal failure even in special education, no stable family life and no prospects - she would have been destined to a miserable life of drudgery if Stephen hadn't found her. But was she intelligent enough to understand her new situation? He waited for her first question.

"Uhhh, th-this.so big, s-so c-cruel.w-why?" Her voice was tiny, like a barely audible whimper and she spoke with a faint lisp, caused by the ring through the tip of her tongue.

"We tame demons, you know. The Organization turns predators into farmers."

She looked startled then curious. "Organization.this umm club, th-the chateau - there's m-more? Why do you do this?" In the silence, she blinked rapidly and straightened her back as her mind began to grasp what the doctor implied. "Its not just for sex, n-not just to c-capture and to uhh to rape." She suddenly looked directly into the doctor's eyes. "What.what ARE you - this 'Organization' you mentioned."

Oh, she was SUCH a find - such an unprepossessing slip of a girl who was part of the Organization's dark past without even knowing about it. He smiled at the incredible coincidence that Stephen could have come across the sole unknown survivor of the submissive breeding program - the odds against it must have been astronomical! For a fleeting moment, the doctor considered an even more far-fetched alternative, that her capture had been orchestrated. No, that is too ridiculous - besides, who on earth.no, impossible! "I think you are really a very clever and perceptive girl despite your reports, Alexa. And yes, while we are in the business of taking girls for our pleasure and sport it is not without another deeper purpose." Her eyes were fixed on his face, all her tears forgotten. "How many trade disputes, conflicts and wars do you think have been averted in the past five decades? The peace after 1945 in Europe was so fragile, so easily damaged. We had to engineer the Cold War just to make sure the whole damned business didn't start up again. And the Soviets nearly let us down when Khrushchev proposed the USSR should unilaterally disarm and leave the West looking like a threat to world peace - it took a lot of bribes and inducements to ensure the Communists honored their side of the bargain and kept to the Cuban missile crisis plan."

B-but I th-thought." Alexa realized her mouth had been hanging open and promptly closed it.

"Then there were all the crime lords, drugs barons, human traffickers, arms dealers, petty rebel leaders, rogue politicians, rabble rousers, and psychopaths who ruled tribes and nations by blood and fear." He paused, uncertain for a moment about why it felt important to tell this young creature so much. "Alexa, what is the one thing that they all have in common?"

Ohh she knew this one, after all how could she not when she had none and had lived nearly all her life under its abuse. And her voice was a forlorn whisper when she replied, "P-power?"

"Clever girl. Power over others - power to dominate, power to influence, power to control.yes, these men - and some women too - crave it like a drug. They lust after it, they need it and when they don't have enough?"

"Th-they take it or umm fight for it?" He nodded and gave a tight smile of confirmation but said nothing more as if he was waiting for her to think it through.ohhhhh no, ohh please no. She felt awful as the doctor's bleak words sunk in. The grim purpose of this 'Organization' of theirs was becoming clearer. "Y-you.th-this is umm, you g-give them total p-power over uhhh s-slaves."

"We offer them membership of an exclusive society where they can indulge their desire to dominate, rape and punish real slaves - they have absolute control over our girls' lives.and deaths." She gasped and jammed her knuckles into her mouth to stifle a wail of despair. "And in return, we expect them to settle their differences with other Organization members by peaceful means, to curb the excesses of their subordinates.and to publicly show their desire to protect the weak and vulnerable in their own communities." He smiled and stroked the side of her head, noting how she automatically pressed against his fingers. "So there you have it, little slave Alexa - a harsh trade-off perhaps but a necessary one to promote and maintain world order. And the members are as trapped as the slaves - membership is for life and there is only one way to resign!" He watched her reaction carefully. "You might as well hear all this properly rather than in second-hand exaggerated slave chatter. Now the guards and other staff, well." he grimaced then continued ".they are gleaned from the military, the police, and from the prisons - both staff and inmates. They don't wear a master's ring though." He held out his hand so Alexa could see the heavy gold ring that bore the device of a engraved in the black center. "You're supposed to kiss it by the way, little slave." She did so and her trembling lips felt soft on his fingers. "Good girl. I think that's enough information for the time being. Your master will tell you more if he sees fit."

"My master, w-what did he."

"Alexa, all you need to know about him is that he is one of the bravest men I have ever known. If he chooses to share his history with you, be very grateful for his trust. Now, you will remain here until it is time to leave - you seem to have gotten on the wrong side of the guards for no particular reason. Perhaps they hate you because you're so different from the usual girls they deal with."

She stayed in the surgery for the next few hours, sitting quietly in a corner while the doctor continued with some paperwork. He had ordered her to rest but how could she sleep when her mind was in turmoil? The things he had told her were so far-fetched, like one of those silly conspiracy theories about alien abductions or stuff like that.and yet here she was hunched up on the floor of a fully equipped doctor's surgery inside a large building where abducted girls were routinely used as sex toys, tortured and cruelly killed! What about the man who was going to be her master? What had he done to be offered membership of this secret club they called 'The Organization' - was he a murderer or worse? And yet, she wasn't afraid of him but realized she was hopelessly and totally in love with him, even after.how many days? Or was it weeks? It didn't seem to matter how long as she had fallen under his spell from the very first moment his hand had touched her arm in the cafe. Alexa had known in an instant that he was special and she would never forget their first meeting.

Her hand involuntarily touched the stiff leather collar that the doctor had buckled around her neck. It was all so confusing - when he removed the heavy steel collar she hadn't felt relieved at all but had fought down rising panic. He must have sensed her growing agitation because he swiftly made her turn and face the wall with her trembling arms by her sides while the leather strap was secured and locked at the back of her neck. Then she had actually felt calmer and strangely comforted by the snug pressure encircling her throat.ohh, she couldn't think straight and wasn't making any sense - was she still drugged?

The doctor looked at his watch and put down his pen. "Time to leave, Alexa. Come along and be a good girl." He didn't use handcuffs, ankle bracelets, or even a gag to restrain her but led her along the corridors with his hand clasped around her wrist. It was an odd way of being held but she felt safe and controlled even though she might have struggled and broken free of his strong grip. Anyway, she realized that she didn't want to escape and it made her feel confused yet oddly content. The supervisor met them at the steel shutter doors and opened a strange looking container on castors that was square with rounded corners. "Stand up straight, little slave, with your hands clasped on your head and feet apart."

Alexa immediately obeyed then waited while the supervisor wheeled over a trolley. When she saw what was on the trolley, she knew she wouldn't like what was about to happen. The supervisor put his boot between her feet and tapped her ankles to make her move her legs further apart. She whimpered as his fingers took hold of the two metal catches on the zip under her body, parting them to open the suit and expose her private parts. The tapered end of the slim black butt plug was cold but at least it was lubricated. He kept pushing until the intruder slid past her anus, which closed involuntarily around the narrowed base. The doctor was looking with a severe expression on his face but it was not at her - she realized it was the supervisor who was under careful scrutiny. The man was muttering something under his breath out of the doctor's earshot.something about 'bitch' and 'payback'. Although he wasn't being rough with her, Alexa sensed his animosity and couldn't help shuddering at his touch. The next device was slightly wider but shorter than the butt plug and had silver strips along its length and a long wire trailing from the base. He pushed the blunt end between her labia and suddenly rammed the device all the way up her vagina making her gasp.

"I saw that," the doctor growled. "Be more gentle, particularly with the next item. If she arrives in a damaged condition, I will make sure her future master holds YOU personally responsible." The sour-faced supervisor nodded and probed inside her cunt with his fingers to position the device against her cervix. When he removed his hand, only the wire protruded from her vulva.

The supervisor brought over a plastic urinal and pushed the anatomically shaped spout firmly against her crotch. "C'mon, girl - piss it all out." Ohh this was AWFUL! Alexa shook with misery and shame and felt familiar tears streaming down her cheeks. She tried, she really tried but the humiliation of having to relieve herself in front of two men stopped her from peeing. The supervisor looked across at the doctor.

"Ohh very well - but no more persuasion than necessary mind." What did the doctor mean? What persua.AIIIIEEEEE! Her shriek echoed around the room when the supervisor pinched her ringed clitoris between the nails of his finger and thumb then squeezed. A jet of hot urine flowed into the container as her body reacted to the dreadful pain. Alexa threw back her head and tore at her hair in agony but managed not to collapse or move her feet. He kept squeezing until the flow reduced to a few drips. Then he replaced the female urinal on the trolley. The supervisor returned with a thin tube and crouched down at her front. "Gently, mind!" The doctor's warning made her tense in fear and she began to pull back. "Stay where you are, slave - it is just a Foley catheter to keep you clean and dry during the journey." The kneeling man peeled her lower lips apart and slid the flexible tube into her urethra. It felt odd - not unpleasant but odd, as though she was having a pee or feeling the urge to do so. He squeezed something then fitted a clip to the end of the pipe. "It won't slip out, Alexa. Now get her zipped back up so she can be secured." By the time the supervisor had finished, the only signs that anything was different were the wire and the thin tube that dangled between her legs. Alexa was still shaking, still fiercely clasping her hands in her hair but she wasn't in pain down below - it just felt very peculiar and she felt sort of 'full'.

The supervisor pushed her in the small of her back and guided her to the opened crate. She could see the interior now, looked at the padded walls, roof, and floor. There was a small padded seat and straps - loads of thick leather straps with locking buckles. "Get in, girl - sooner you get shipped the better as far as I'm concerned, you stinkin' little."

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" The doctor glowered at the man and shoved him aside. "I'll take over from here - you can get back to your station." He waited until they were alone then motioned for Alex to sit in the crate. "The anal plug and the catheter will keep you clean and dry during the journey, little slave. Now let's get you securely strapped inside. Lift up your arms." Although she obeyed without a sound, he could see how distressed the girl had become. She avoided looking at him, preferring to close her eyes rather than watch him strap her into the crate. Alexa looked so small and rather pitiful as he made sure she could not work herself loose or move too much within the confined space. By the time he had finished, she was harnessed and supported with her ankles together and thighs slightly apart. Her arms were in front of her body but not outstretched or raised too high to restrict the circulation - she could safely remain like this for the lengthy journey ahead.

Alexa was terrified but didn't want to show him how she felt. The crate was too small. She hated and feared being in enclosed, dark spaces almost as much as she had a dread of heights. The case reminded her of being locked in a cupboard for not wanting to do all those dirty things with the 'uncles' who took lodgings with her mother. She had screamed, begged, cried, and promised to be nice and do as she was told without struggling or biting again. But no matter how hard she tried to obey, how well she touched and kissed and licked and sucked and swallowed and let them play with her until it hurt so bad, it was never enough to avoid being punished with the tawse and shut in the confined space under the stairs. Then one day a teacher had been ready to bawl at her for repeatedly dropping her pencil in class.and had gasped at Alexa's swollen and bruised fingers. She hadn't gone home that night but she kept her promise not to tell them about the secret things at home. It didn't matter though - the social worker that collected her from hospital took her to a large house filled with other children and she never went home again. She never saw her mother again either, as she had disowned Alexa and refused to have anything to do with her. Ohh how she'd tried to make her mum love her, tried to be nice and good and obedient enough.but the look of revulsion on her face whenever she tried to hug her mother was so hard to bear. She never kissed her, never held her hand and the only 'affection' she got was from her 'uncles' - and that came with a bitter price.

"Alexa, little slave, don't look so sad - you will soon be kneeling at your master's feet." The doctor reached in to stroke her tear-streaked face. He didn't like it when a slave wept without a sound - this girl was suffering and he suspected it was due to more than what had occurred since her capture. He would recommend an increase in her medication to prevent her slipping into depression or attempting suicide. "Lift up your head, Alexa." She gave no resistance while the high posture collar was buckled around her neck. "That will help to keep you safe during the journey." She managed a tiny smile but still made no sound. He removed the syringe and needle from their sterile wrappers and carefully measured the anesthetic before expelling any air - too much Pentothal would affect her breathing but too little would wear off before the seven-hour journey was complete. She flinched as the needle stabbed through the shiny fabric of her red catsuit and punctured her right thigh. As he was about to make her open up her mouth to put the airway gag down her throat, she whispered something but the fast-acting drug had already begun to slur her speech. "What did you say, little one?"

"Please t-tell Cally." "Who, slave?" "C-Cally.slave Cally.l-love h-her." "There isn't a slave here by that name. Where did you meet.?" But she was past hearing and her eyes were already closed in drug-induced sleep. The doctor slid the adapted Brookes airway past her limp tongue and secured the gag buckle behind her head. Unless she vomited - and he knew her stomach would be empty since she had not eaten for 24 hours - there was no risk of her asphyxiating in transit. He reached down to attach the catheter drain to the container then plugged in the vaginal stimulator. At least she would be spared feeling the painful contractions from the electrodes that would tone her pelvic muscles to perfection. He set the control to 40 impulses per minute at 30 voltage. The timer would shut off in two hours. As he pressed the start button, Alexa's body jerked in the harness in response but she did not cry or move her head. Good - he looked one last time to make sure everything was fine. The limp girl's body tensed in time to the current surging through her lower body. Would she give Stephen a last year of happiness before the lung cancer killed him? She was an unpredictable girl - a 'wild card' with a checkered and highly dubious past. Perhaps he really should have put her down when he first discovered her origins. He could easily say she became violent and had to be destroyed immediately - Stephen might have been suspicious but would have accepted the explanation with sadness. He fingered the second vial of drugs in his pocket. The potent cocktail of Pavulon and Potassium Chloride would swiftly relax her muscles causing her lungs to collapse while the poison would shut down her heart.

.No, it is not my choice to make. "Live on, little Alexa - serve your master well and ease his suffering." He smiled down at the girl, closed and locked the crate then called over one of the guards to load it in the truck.



".Yeah, you too, you foreign shit-head - next time its my turn to buy the bleedin' drinks.the kids? Yeah they're fine - he's just turned eleven and his half-sister, well Dawn looks so fuckin' grown up its just as well I get to rape all these bitches here for a living! Look, Marek - the reason I phoned is there's a consignment comin' across for the chateau and I want you to arrange a little diversion - make sure it gets lost in transit will you? Sure - the long-stay warehouse will do just fine. And Marek, this bitch caused us a lot of grief with the management - see that she gets a warm welcome from the boys, okay?" The guard grinned as he turned off his mobile. Dragging the filled body bags to one side, he unlocked the crate, leaned in, reset the stimulator control to maximum voltage, and changed the timer to 'constant'. The girl began to thrash violently as the increased shocks repeatedly slammed through her abdomen. "Pleasant dreams, bitch - you're goin' to have on hell of a wake-up call!"