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SECOND CHANCE
Chapter 13
Ohh, how she had dreamed of this moment - of hunting him down and exacting revenge. She had rehearsed every insult and curse before she would kill the vile monster that had ruined her family's lives and forcibly created her own miserable existence. But this was all wrong! Guljana was chained and helpless - her mother's rapist had the barrel of a gun deep inside her mouth! And then he said something that hit her like a blow to the stomach...
"Guljana? My little Guli?"
How did he know her name? And her pet name too - only her mother and grandfather had called her Guli! She let out a howl of anguish and despair. AIIIIIEEEE!!!! I am going mad! Her body was suddenly racked with huge sobs, hurting her chest as she gasped for air. The gun had been pulled out of her mouth. She was being held tightly against the man's, no - her FATHER'S chest. He was whispering - was he crying too? She couldn't understand what he was saying - it wasn't English words. He was loosening her blindfold. She blinked through her tears and squinted in the bright light. A man's handsome face came into view - younger than her Senate-master, fair-haired, piercing blue eyes...and he was smiling sadly down at her!
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"Whadya mean, you're here to collect her things?" Armando suspiciously eyed the grinning stranger. "Didn't her 'master' tell ya? Alexa never came back here."
The large visitor had his hands spread wide as he advanced closer. "You might have missed something - a clue in her belongings. Are they here or upstairs?" Miller loved this bit. The look in their faces as panic set in - their fear was addictive, like the best drug in the world! "Maybe there's something you forgot to tell us - I can help you remember." His hand shot out and he caught Armando's throat in a vice-like grip. "The little bitch isn't here to save you now, old man. But you don't need to worry about Zeko coming back - he's taken a long swim after our little chat!" He squeezed harder. "Now then, old timer, about her stuff..."
*****
Alexa woke with a dreadful feeling in the pit of her stomach. She always had vivid, frightening dreams but the images that jolted her out of sleep had made her cry out in terror. She had been stuck somehow, hanging on to the edge of a cliff and her fingers couldn't grip any longer! And there had been someone or something above her while she struggled to survive - watching but not helping. it was still dark in the tiny apartment. Gina was lying on her side with her loose hair covering her face. Alexa lay back down next to the naked beauty and stared at the colored lights that reflected from the ceiling. The glowing neon sign of the exotic bar beneath Gina's flat was almost comforting. Alexa feared the dark almost as much as she feared heights. It would soon be time to return to her master. Alexa had never thought of not going back - she was pining for the security of being a slave. The outside world was exciting but too scary. And she had been so, so lonely since her release. "Uhh, whadya doin' awake at this hour?" Gina mumbled and put her arm over Alexa's body. They curled together like spoons with Alexa cradled on the inside. Gina's naked body was warm, soft, and inviting. But Alexa knew it was not enough for her.
*****
"What have you done with my men?" Major Yasov calmly pointed his gun at the Senator while his other hand stroked the sobbing girl's hair. "I am very tempted to shoot you, you know."
"Oleg, Oleg - that isn't necessary! Your men are quite safe. If you will please put that damn weapon away, we can all relax. After all, there is a marksman trained on you even as we speak." The Senator smiled as his opponent sighed and put the safety catch on, returning the black pistol inside his pocket. "We have so much to discuss, my friend. And I suspect you two have some catching up to do, hmm?"
Yasov wiped the tears from his daughter's cheeks. "I want these things off her - NOW!" He caught the tossed key in mid-air and swiftly unlocked Guljana's wrist and ankle cuffs. She hid her face in shame while her father removed the chastity belt - he would see her naked! "Guli, keep still." Seconds later, the belt was off and she was exposed. Yasov frowned in dismay at her feeble attempts to cover her ringed nipples and shaven cunt. "You BRANDED her - why, why have you done this to my only daughter?"
The Senator held out a hand in apology. "Oleg, we didn't know who she was. By the time I discovered her identity, it was too late. She is now my slave."
"YOURS?" Guljana flinched at her father's raised voice. "Leave us!"
The Senator stood his ground. "You won't harm her?"
Yasov's voice dropped to a whisper. "Leave us - please!" He stroked Guljana's long hair. "We have much to discuss."
When they were alone together, Guljana finally summoned enough courage to speak. "I should be t-to hates you for rapes m-my umma....b-but I do nots!" She caught the sweatshirt he tossed at her.
"Cover yourself, Guli!" Yasov turned away while she tugged up her shorts and pulled the sweatshirt down to hide her breasts. He sighed, ran his fingers through his hair and wondered how to explain things.
"You calls me Guli - y-you knows m-my name! But I n-not know hows you can...."
"I did rape her, yes. The first time it WAS rape."
She was shocked. "F-first time?" Very slowly, very gently and using the simplest words possible Oleg Yasov told his enslaved daughter the shocking truth. He was a Captain in Army Intelligence then and had gone with a unit to quell a riot in a village outside Kandahar. The crowd had been whipped into a religious frenzy and was dragging along a young woman accused of witchcraft to be stoned to death. Her crime? She had saved a dying infant from a raging fever by herbal potions. But this had been after a local Mullah had declared that the baby's illness and imminent death was the will of Allah. It was too late to save the child - her throat had been cut by her father, horrified that his offspring now bore the mark of Shaitan. Young Captain Yasov had fired his pistol in the air to stop the mob. He had looked down at the semi-nude, desperate Afghani girl who knelt in the dirt. She was cut and bruised and had been bound in rough twine. Despite the trickle of blood from her lip and her tear-streaked face, he could see she was very terrified...and very pretty. Yasov's life changed in that moment - he had the girl, Zahida, arrested on suspicion for spying for the Mujihadeen. She was dragged off between two soldiers, leaving the sullen crowd in utter confusion. How could she be a witch AND a freedom fighter? Had they misjudged her?
Yasov watched his daughter tremble as she tried to take in his words. "I interrogated your mother - I had her whipped and then tortured with electric shocks. I raped her and took her virginity while she was chained up by her wrists. I did all these things to your mother - to your 'umma'." He paused while Guljana sobbed. "I ordered her to be released in the morning, to be thrown in the gutter...and then she thanked me! Your mother - my dear, sweet Zahida - fell on her knees and thanked ME for saving her life!" Guljana looked up, gasping in amazement at her father's words. "I...I had her arrested again the next day. This time we..." He went silent, as if wondering what to tell her. "Guli, your mother and I...we became lovers - I gave her money to raise you. I tried to come back for you both but the war..."
Silent tears dripped from Guljana's face on to her thighs. The man she had hated for so long had loved her mother! Things began to slot into place - the money that arrived every month from the distant relative in the North! "A-are you 'Uncle Kashar'?" He nodded and she burst into fresh tears.
The Senator had been listening in the doorway. He cleared his throat. "Oleg, your men have been freed and re-armed. I've sent for food - we really need to talk about the Disarmament Treaty. Our mutual enemies are laughing while both our governments argue!"
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"What do you mean, nothing?" Master Charles was exasperated. Every hospital, clinic and treatment center had been scoured for any sign of his slave. He paced up and down in his suite. This is ridiculous - I can't just sit here and do nothing! He went down to the training cells and spoke to the duty guard. "Well, what have we got?"
"Err...two for hard punishment, Sir. Oh, and a new recruit - a 'thank you' gift from the Chinese Ambassador, I think."
Master Charles gave a tight smile. This was just what he needed to take his mind off Alexa. "How considerate of his excellency - he must have enjoyed his wife's birthday gift! May I see her profile?" He nodded as he accepted the clipboard. The shocked face of an exquisite young Chinese woman stared back. According to the accompanying notes, the girl, Liu D______, had just been sentenced to death by a Chinese court for killing and dismembering a love rival when the picture was taken. But instead of vivisection and the harvesting her organs in reparation for her 'crimes against the people', she had woken from the prison anesthetic in a flight case marked 'Diplomatic Baggage of the People's Republic of China' half-way across the Pacific Ocean . Drugged, chained and hooded, she had been delivered into the Organization's hands. Her med and psych profiles were absolutely excellent! Master Charles scanned through the remaining notes on this oriental prize. "How far has her breaking gone?" He looked through the two-way mirror. The naked creature was twisting in her harness above a pool of urine. Every few seconds, a severe shock ravaged her penetrated cunt and anus, making her limp body jerk and thrash around in erotic agony. "When did you start taming her?"
"Sorry Sir, I'm not rightly sure - I've only been on shift for a couple of hours and she was already hooked up. The last guy on duty processed her arrival some time this morning. She's stopped screaming though." The guard shrugged apologetically and continued. "You want me to increase the voltage?"
Master Charles watched how the girl silently rolled her head in pain and despair. The chain stretching down from her ankle cuffs stopped her from pulling up her legs. Every time the current surged through the girl's body, her body stiffened and her toes curled as she cruelly hovered on the brink of orgasm. She whimpered past her ball gag in dreadful torment and anguish. "No, I believe we have made our point. Please take her down, clean her and place her in one of the exercise cells. I will take personal charge of her submission. Oh, and Vince?" The guard looked up, flattered that the Head of Security actually knew his first name. "Fifty dollars says she will collar herself - interested?"
"Yeah - its worth losing just to watch!" The guard grinned as Master Charles left then he turned back to observe the Chinese girl going rigid again in extreme sexual pain. He turned a dial to extend the length of each shock. "You can just dance a while longer, sweetheart - I'm on my coffee break and you aint going nowhere!"
*****
Thick, black smoke poured out from the heat-shattered windows of Lucia's Kitchen. Miller whistled softly as a loud bang echoed through the neighborhood. Must've been the gas supply. God, how the old man had fought back - Miller nursed his scratched hand and chuckled at the memory of his victim's screams of pain as his face was held against the hotplate. Just as well he didn't know much Italian - it sure didn't sound like compliments! Miller liked a good fire - perfect for cleaning up all traces. The cops would think the old man had collapsed on top of his cooker. He hung around long enough to watch the local people desperately trying to put out the fire that had begun to engulf the whole apartment block. He grinned and set off back in the direction of the Exotic Bar - soon be time to collect his prize! Over the distant wail of approaching sirens, he could just make out the frantic screams of a woman searching for her child.
*****
Liu kept her face to the wall. The cell door clicked shut. "What is it like to come back from the dead?" Liu did not respond to the stranger's question. She shuddered as the flashbacks that would haunt her forever filled her mind...the last phone call she was allowed by the prison governor - she had called her brother but he wouldn't let her speak to her parents. He had put the phone down on her...being force-marched from her solitary cell down the corridor with her arms twisted up her back...being taken to the hospital wing and strapped on the operating bench with a needle stuck in her arm, like an animal being put down...hearing their voices talking about kidneys, corneas, and hearts...begging for mercy as she began to go under... And she hadn't even done what they said! Liu hadn't killed anyone - she had spurned the drunken advances of a district Party Official's son. He had falsely accused her of killing the woman in a fit of jealousy but she didn't do it!
The man's patient, soft voice came back. "I know you can understand what I'm saying, Liu. You are fluent in English, aren't you?"
She couldn't look at him, couldn't turn and show him her naked body. But she managed a tiny whispered "y-yes." Something scraped across the floor as it skidded to a stop by her bare thigh. Liu forced herself to look- a steel collar!
"Listen to me, Liu," the calm voice continued "I can force that round your neck and you would fight against it forever. But I don't need to do that, do I?"
Liu gingerly reached out and dared to touch the hard steel with her fingertips. "N-no." Tears brimmed in her eyes. An aching sob threatened to escape from her throat.
"And I know you are a highly intelligent, beautiful young woman. You did not deserve to die did you?"
He knew! This man with the North American accent knew! "I d-didn't k-kill..."
"Liu, that is all over now. Time to begin your new life - put the collar round your throat, my dear Liu." He kept his voice steady, knowing this was a critical moment for her. If she was panicked now, she would not submit fully without severe breaking. Master Charles saw no reason to prolong her pain. And she had suffered so much already. He kept perfectly still and waited while she picked up the collar and raised it towards her throat.
Liu paused with the curved ends pressing against the sides of her neck. "I-I can't!"
"Yes you can, Liu - you must lock it yourself. Bring yourself back to life, little slave!"
The word 'slave' rang in her ears. Liu gave a tiny, heartfelt moan and slid the band round her throat. With trembling hands, she began to push the ends together. There was a soft, imperceptible click. Liu, a new slave, began to weep anew. Master Charles still did not move. She had to cry now - she must be allowed to grieve for herself, and to savor the conflicting emotions he knew were racing around inside her head. Such a strange contradiction - Liu would be reeling from the shock of discovering that she felt free, despite the unyielding collar that marked her as property. Master Charles sighed. My little Alexa - come back to me!
*****
Next morning, Miller slowly drew up at the end of the alley. There she is! That stupid little English cunt was actually coming over. This was so fuckin' easy! Open the door, steady, STEADY...
Alexa's face fell as she realized who was beckoning her into the van. She looked back at Gina - she wanted to run, to get away from this horribly cruel guard but he had obviously come to take her back to her master. Gina sensed something was terribly wrong. She began to walk towards her friend. "Hey, Lex hon - ya gotta problem with this guy?" But Alexa had shook her head sadly and begun to climb into the front of the van. Gina stared in horror as the driver suddenly dragged Alexa in by her hair and felled her with the side of his hand against her throat! "Hey, HEY!" But the van had sped off with the slumped body of her lover collapsed against the side window. Gina screamed "LEX - OHH, SWEET JESUS!"
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Guljana was being ignored. She curled up in a corner and tried to follow the complicated debate about warheads, missiles and numbers of aircraft. Men came and left, hardly paying her any attention. It was getting lighter. Guljana got on her knees and peered out of the window in boredom. Her sudden cry disturbed both the Senator and her father. "What is the matter, Guljana - what's wrong?"
She was trembling violently and had covered her shocked mouth with both hands. "Guli, child - tell us what has upset you." Her father came nearer, concerned that she seemed unable to speak.
A quavering hand pointed towards the beach and the crashing surf. "I-is the w-water...is that, uhhh...w-what..."
Her master chuckled. "Ah, of course! It is the sea, Guljana - the Atlantic Ocean." He idly stroked her head as she knelt, awe-struck by her first glimpse of the impossibly wide stretch of water. "C-can I touch it? Is it allow? Please, my Senate-master!"
Her pleading eyes were child-like. "Of course you may - Guy, go with her please." The Senator and Major Yasov ignored the arguments about proportional disarmament coming from behind them. They watched in fascination as the beautiful young slave edged closer towards the lapping waves. She was entranced - as were they with her. She was soon dancing and jumping with joy, daring the water to catch her as it roared onto the sand.
Major Yasov sighed. "You...can not keep her, you know. My daughter can not be your slave."
The Senator remained silent for several minutes while he watched his 'precious jewel' play at the ocean's edge. "It is too late to free her now." He suddenly felt very sad. Picking up a radio, he called down to Guy. "Please will you...attend to Guljana. Let her play a little longer, Guy. Then make it quick - don't let her suffer."
He was calling her back from the water. Guljana ran immediately and knelt in front of the guard called Guy, waiting for his orders. He was screwing something long on the end of his gun. She felt a single tear trickle down her cheek. "Kid, turn around and stay still - don't worry, it will all be over before you feel anything." Turning, she looked down at the golden sand in front of her knees. He was standing very close behind her.
"Please, Mister Guy - before you...please I c-can write a thing with my f-finger?"
He released the safety catch and pointed the silencer towards the base of her head. "Sure, kid - you go ahead." He took careful aim. She didn't make a noise, just leaned forward and wrote "G-u-l-j-a-n-a". Weeping silently, she began to write a second name.
The two men watched with heavy hearts as the pathetic scene unfolded near the shore. What was Guy waiting for? The Senator picked up the radio. "Guy? What's...Guljana" he could hardly bear to say her name, "...what is the problem?"
Guy's voice was steady. "She just asked to write her name in the sand, Sir. And she's writing something else." He began to spell it over the radio. "Z-a-h-i-d-a"
Major Yasov snatched the radio from the Senator and yelled urgently. "Guy, stop!" But all he heard in reply was a short, sharp hiss. He stared in horror as the body of his newly found daughter crumpled forward on to the sand.
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