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SECOND CHANCE
Chapter 8
It was the same thing every time the occasional customer left Lucia's Kitchen. Armando watched the girl nearly coming down the steps again, then changing her mind and going back up to the sidewalk. At first, he was suspicious - who wouldn't be. She might be some screwed up junkie or a crazy - or just plain crooked like most of this neighborhood. Only there was something about her that reminded Armando of an emaciated urchin from the gutters of Rome so long ago. That urchin had gone on to be his wife of nearly forty-eight years - until she was cruelly stolen bit-by-bit by the cancer that finally killed her. Hey, Lucia - ya watching over this kid? If there was a heaven and Lucia wasn't there then it wasn't worth going to. Armando sighed, pulled open the door and called over. "Hey lady - ya gonna stay out there all night or what? No, don't be scared." Poor kid looked frozen and lost. "I gotta close up soon so if ya want inside..." The shivering girl hesitated, then slowly descended the steps and carefully avoided his gaze. She followed him to the counter and just stood there looking at the floor. "So...what's it gonna be?"
She was barely audible and kept a wary distance. "P-please Sir, can I-I have something to eat?"
"Lady, this ain't no welfare kitchen. How ya gonna pay?" Armando Forte's eyes nearly popped out when she pulled a roll of notes out of her jacket pocket and laid at least ten $100 bills on his counter. "Jesu-Maria! Put that wad away - ya tryin' to get mugged?"
"I-I'm very sorry Sir." The girl looked near to tears.
"Okay - s'okay lady." He sighed - there was no way he could change a hundred-dollar bill. So Lucia, ya testing me by sending down one of your sister-angels? "Look, ya can have something on the house." He smiled and shrugged. "Ya pay me next time. Now, what ya want eat?"
"Th-thank you sir. I-I don't know..."
"Hey, less of the 'Sir' - nobody calls Armando Forte 'Signore' lady. And whadya mean ya don't know? Jeez lady, hows about a good, warming Minestrone? Now ya know my name - ya gonna tell me yours?"
"Alexa..." She managed a weak smile at the old man who was showing her such kindness. Somehow, she didn't feel so terribly alone.
"That it? Just 'Alexa'?"
"I-I'm m-master's..."
"So, 'Alexa Masters' - a pretty name for a pretty lady." He put a steaming bowl under her nose; "Ya eat this now. My Lucia's own recipe - she was famous for her soup."
He busied himself clearing dishes while the young woman sat huddled over the dish. She seemed to be weeping while she ate. Armando moved closer and watched silently as this 'Alexa Masters' cried her eyes out. His heart ached when her tears fell into the soup but she continued to spoon it hungrily into her mouth. Hey Lucia, why ya sending me this lost soul? Can't an old man live out his remaining time without being bothered by a waif from the night? He smiled and murmured, "Is not bad soup, eh? Ya want more?"
"Uh, its lovely! Ohh, s-sorry for umm crying like this...y-yes please sir - s-sorry, I mean Armando..." She couldn't stop weeping. It was too much; his kindness was too hard to bear!
The owner of Lucia's Kitchen sat and listened to the aching sobs while the girl struggled to regain her composure. She was small, slim and pleasantly attractive though not stunning. Her thick hair was light brown and reached right down her back. She didn't have any possessions - not even a bag. He couldn't place her accent - and her voice was weak and croaky. It was as if she had suddenly appeared from nowhere in the middle of New York. Armando Forte could not have known how near he was to the truth...
*****
The autopsy made grim reading. The French slave called Nadine had died from massive heart failure, apparently consistent with the high levels of hormonal supplements given to a slave. However, a tiny trace of digitalis had been found on hair fibers behind her ear. Master Charles put down the report. She had been executed by injection but who on earth had killed an owned slave without her master's consent? There were too many sudden deaths happening in the Organization. That last slave in London - too late for an autopsy, as she would have been cremated by now. There was a pattern but he couldn't figure it out. He had a sudden, sickening thought. Could there be a killer on loose - a rogue master or, even worse, one of the staff? Maybe it was just as well that Alexa was out of the way. He wondered how she was coping on her own - would she come back or 'slip her collar' forever. Perhaps he was a fool to test her. Then again, he had been behaving totally out of character ever since he had seen her fighting for her life. Damn the girl - I can't think straight! He closed the report and stood up. Anyway, there was a new girl to break - a young cheerleader who had been earmarked since being spotted in high school. She had been harvested a few hours earlier and should be coming round from the anesthetic just about now...
"Hey, hey - you eat too much too quick! Slow down will ya - that's your THIRD bowl!" She must have been starving. Armando noticed with relief that her tears had stopped. She was wolfing down the minestrone and she was smiling. Such a beautiful smile! "So, Alexa - I call ya 'Lexie' - okay? Ya can call me 'Uncle Armando' - everyone calls me that." She nodded and looked trustingly up into his face. Such deep blue eyes - like you could see right down into her heart.
"Umm, uncle Armando...please - I must pay you for this wonderful soup. Is this money no good?"
It was Armando's turn to look away. "Look Lexie, ya gotta understand I got no change for a hundred. I...don't get much customers in here lately and - well, I don't do so well these days." He looked round the run-down cafe with its faded tablecloths, peeling paint and dusty window ledges. Lucia would have screamed at him for letting it go like this.
He felt a gentle touch on his hand. "I-I can clean. I used to work in a cafe - please can I repay you by working?"
"Lexie, ya sure? Ya gonna do this for Uncle Armando?"
She stood and looked up into his eyes, beaming. "I would be very honored."
He shrugged, followed her into the kitchen and watched her stacking grimy dishes and cutlery. She was smiling as she worked. Armando's eyes felt wet - the last woman who had stood at that sink was his beloved Lucia. He busied himself at the counter so Alexa would not see his face...
*****
"She hasn't cried out yet? Is she still drugged?" Master Charles watched the monitor. It showed the curled up form of a young girl lying on the bare floor of a cell. She was still dressed in tight jeans, pale pink T-shirt and white sneakers. Her mouth had been ball-gagged, she was ankle-cuffed, and her wrists were cuffed together behind her back.
"I reckon she's awake - just lying quiet." The guard grinned. "Know what I think? This bitch's turned on by all of this - see her rapid breathing? And she keeps rubbing her thighs together too." He turned to look at the Head of Security. "How are you going to break this one - hard and fast, or slower and more subtle?" The guard was intensely aware of master Charles' skills - he was reputed to have induced a new girl to collar herself by persuasion alone!
Master Charles pondered the various options. Some girls were best shocked into total submission by rapid, brutal violation followed by a harsh regime of control. Others were more responsive to a gradual destruction of their willpower and spirit - they would crawl willingly to the collar. The guard had rightly sensed this girl might be a natural submissive, as she was obviously excited despite being terrified by her captivity. She would require careful handling to transform her from a self-assured, ill-mannered typical North American female into a pliant, obedient pleasure-slave. "Has the customer any special requirements?"
"Err...single ring through clit hood, pubic shave, no branding, no tattoo...oh yeah, she wants the whole thing taped."
"She?"
The guard shrugged and smirked. "Its Lady Lin-wu. You know these Orientals, sir - it's going to be a 50th birthday gift for her husband. She wants to play with an all-American girl while her hubby gets to watch. Only thing is, she's very destructive with her toys!"
Master Charles nodded. He was fully aware of how ruthless the Chinese ambassador's wife could be - and of how valuable her continuing support was during these sensitive trade negotiations. Yes, Stacey would be serving her country and the global economy by her selfless sacrifice. "Well then Leroy, shall we?" The guard smiled and held open the door for master Charles. "Ohhh, and Leroy?"
"Sir?"
"You can take over the breaking once she is ready. We shall employ the 'gentle then severe' method tonight. She may be ready to submit freely but she will be a better slave if you break her as harshly as possible!" He found it very difficult not to say any more. Master Charles had personally nominated Leroy for elevation to master and the Board had unanimously ratified his proposal. Leroy would be given the title at a surprise ceremony next day. He looked at the young black guard and grinned as he recalled his own promotion to master - it had been the proudest moment of his life. And Leroy was a natural - he worked with a girl's mind as well as her body. Such a pity that Miller would never make the grade. Miller was far too extreme in his approach and showed no subtlety where slaves were concerned. The fool was too violent and had never grasped that true slavery required seduction as well as forceful submission.
When they entered the cell together, master Charles knelt by the trembling girl's head. She didn't make a sound but stared at him with wide eyes. "Well now, Jennifer..."
"Err...that's the next girl Sir - this one's called Stacey."
"Of course - pardon me, Stacey!" He shrugged apologetically, knowing how deeply this little 'mistake' always affected a new arrival. She would realize there were more captive girls and that she was just another female as far as they were concerned. He ran a finger lightly down the quivering girl's cheek. "So then, Stacey - which is it to be? Will you work with me or shall I pass you to Leroy here? Oh, Leroy's very good with new girls my dear. He has a way of persuading the most unwilling female to comply..." master Charles observed Stacey's eyes darting past him to stare up at the muscular form of Leroy. A visible shudder passed through her body. "I will take that response as a 'yes'." He gently lifted Stacey's T-shirt until it rode up over her chest. She barely moved as the clasp at the back of her bra was loosened. But he didn't touch her breasts. He undid the button at the top of her jeans and drew down her zip.
Stacey gave out a tiny mewing noise when he tugged her jeans down over her hips. She felt his fingers hooking under the thin elastic on the front of her panties. They soon joined her jeans - halfway down her trembling thighs. He didn't touch her down below either! "Stacey, I think you need the bathroom." He paused and looked into her eyes. "Am I going to get an answer? Do you?"
Stacey closed her eyes in shame and whispered "Ess" past the ball in her mouth.
"As I thought. Leroy, would you help our guest to freshen up?" Master Charles smiled at the blonde while she was scooped up and carried in the guard's arms over to a drain in the corner of the cell. Leroy steadied her while she squatted in misery and peed into the grate. She reddened in acute embarrassment during the humiliating act of relieving herself under their gaze. Leroy lifted her back to sit on the hard floor. Stacey began to make a high, keening noise and started to shake violently. Master Charles placed one finger on her ball-gag. "Now, now - shhhhhh..." Stacey stared up into the stranger's eyes and became silent. "That's a good girl. Now you are going to be undressed. Again, there is my way in which you co-operate or Leroy's way with the knife. Is Stacey going to be a good girl again?"
"E-ess!"
Master Charles patted the shaking girl lightly on her head then began to loosen the laces on her sneakers. When he had removed them and her short socks, he removed the bracelets from her ankles. She did not struggle or try to prevent her jeans and panties being drawn off her legs. But she did whimper when the slim bracelets were replaced by heavy steel cuffs, which were secured together by a padlock. Master Charles took careful note of the way Stacey's labia had puckered and glistened when her thighs were opened. The girl was very responsive despite her fear. An image of Alexa serving him in the cell before her execution flashed across his mind. Damn it - concentrate, man!
He allowed Stacey to rub her freed wrists once the remainder of her clothes was taken away. She held her arms still without being told while matching heavy cuffs were cinched around her wrists. They were locked together in front and she held her hands over the wispy ginger curls of her pubis. "Stacey, time for you to lie down please. On your side with your hands up above your head." The sobs that had almost subsided returned but she did exactly as he had told her - very promising! Leroy secured a length of chain to a floor ring above Stacey's head while master Charles fitted the other end to the padlock between her wrist cuffs. "Now little Stacey, would you open your thighs for me?" Despite her earlier obedience, the girl was showing signs of panic and was keeping her legs tightly closed. Time for an inducement. "Hmm, our young guest is having second thoughts about being a good girl. Leroy, will you help her open those lovely soft thighs?" Quick as a flash, Stacey had her legs open but it was too late - Leroy's strong hands held her in a vice-like grip just below her knees. She mewed piteously as straps went around each thigh, separated by a short pole. There was no way of stopping these men now! Leroy moved down to fix another chain to the floor ring several yards away from her feet. This time the other end was simply looped round the padlock between her ankle cuffs. Leroy started to pull the slack until Stacey's legs were being tugged straight. She began to cry earnestly as the chain grew taut until she lay stretched painfully on the cell floor. The harsh click of a padlock told her there would be no relief for the foreseeable future.
Master Charles crouched down in front of Stacey's anguished face and laid out several items so she could see everything. Her eyes darted wildly as each new implement was placed before her - a pointed dildo with a narrowed base, a huge dildo in the shape of a penis with what looked like a long rod sticking out of the end, three small clamps and - she mewed in dawning horror at the last item - a black leather whip with nearly a dozen long strands! "My poor girl - did you really think you would get off lightly by being so compliant? It would have been better if you had resisted! And now Leroy will have to work you even harder than normal just to ensure you are truly submitting..." The girl was groaning with despair. She moaned even louder when Leroy came across with a tiny camcorder to record what was happening in detail. "Just a souvenir for the client, my dear - to add to your profile. You see we have been monitoring your progress for several years since that cheerleading talent contest in Junior High." She was visibly shaken by his words. "You didn't make the grade then but you were a star as far as our scouts were concerned." He had taken the anal dildo and was rolling its shaft against her moist cunt lips, coating it with her natural lubricant. Leroy moved behind her and focused in while master Charles pulled her left buttock up to expose her tight anus.
"UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NNNNNNNN!!!!!!!" Stacey squealed too late - the shaft was rammed home until her sphincter muscles clamped on the narrow tapered base, locking the dildo firmly up her ass. They swapped places so Leroy could get a close-up of her pouting cunt. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! STPPPPP!!!! PLSSSS STPPP!!!" Master Charles rotated the giant dildo as it worked past her inner petals to violate her fresh, unused pussy. She wailed dreadfully as the thick studded shaft forced her vagina opening to dilate wider. The long bar from the base connected with the center of the thigh spreader to make a T-shape. He had to ram the dildo another half-inch inside her writhing body before tightening the clamp. Every movement of her knees and thighs brought waves of erotic agony inside her once-virginal crotch.
The bright red seeping from Stacey's wounded cunt brought a smile to master Charles' face. "Ahh - I see you have kept your pledge! What a good girl! I'm sure your parents would be proud if they weren't grieving over the tragic loss of their daughter in that awful fire on the freeway." She howled in anguish as the dreadful circumstances of her disappearance dawned - nobody was looking for her! Nobody was missing her! "A very worthwhile enterprise don't you think Leroy?" The guard grinned. "The Organization has made some very substantial donations to the Virginity Pledge Movement. It all helps keep the produce fresh for picking!" He gently stroked her nipple, making it harden. She stared in terror as the first clamp was picked up and its edges introduced to her sensitive bud. The screw was being tightened! Stacey let out an agonized shriek. "Only two more to go, little slave."
Slave? SLAVE! Stacey cringed at her first hearing of the word that would describe her from now on. The pain in her pussy and ass was horrible and strangely sexy. Her poor tit hurt badly and now the second vice-like clamp was chewing down on her other bud. Her reddened eyes watched his fingers pick up the final clamp. NOOOOOOO!!!!!! NOT MY CLIT!!!! AIIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!! Her wails were like music to the two men. Despite being stretched out, Stacey somehow managed to arch her back a little. It didn't help the pain. He was brushing the hair from her face. He was stroking her behind her jaw! "Now that's better, isn't it? Come along, little slave Stacey - we both know you've dreamed of this." He placed a heavy steel collar on the ground just inches from her face. "Leroy, please collar her when you think she has earned it - oh and please make very certain she has truly submitted. Perhaps Stacey needs to experience Electro-Acupuncture before she can prove her total obedience!" He patted her head and left Stacey in the cell with the man called Leroy.
"OK sweet bitch, let's soften you up with the cat here o make you concentrate better!" She closed her eyes as he towered above her and aimed the first blow on her taut buttocks...
*****
"Hey Lexie - you done good! Gonna close up now...Lexie? Where are ya?" Armando paused at the door to the tiny kitchen and gazed at the neat piles of washed dishes and pans. The girl had vanished - no, she was under the table! He bent down at the curled-up form of the sleeping stranger. She looked exhausted. He moved closer, puzzled - wha? Lexie had taken the brown leather belt off her jeans and fastened it round her neck. The other end was knotted round the table leg. She was clutching the belt with both hands. "Lexie?" No answer. Poor, strange mixed-up kid. Lucia, ya got some explaining to do when I get up there! He sat down on his late wife's favorite kitchen chair and stared in wonder at this mysterious girl from nowhere...
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