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2nd Chance - The Organization Series 3

Chapter 15 Nemesis

SECOND CHANCE

Chapter 15 - NEMESIS

"I love you too, daddy - see you soon." Caitlin frowned as she canceled the call on her mobile. Odd...why had her father called just now? Although he was his usual cheerful self, his voice sounded strained. Poor daddy, she thought, people just didn't realize how hard he worked - they seemed to think being a Senator was an easy life!

She was already running late for her first lecture when the doorbell rang. Caitlin sighed and looked through the spyglass. Two bored-looking deliverymen in overalls were standing outside with a large packing case on a trolley. She grabbed her bag and yanked open the door to get rid of them. "Look, you must have the wrong..." Her words were cut short by a terrible burning sensation in her eyes, nose and mouth as the spray hit her full in the face. Caitlin fell backwards and clawed at her agonized throat. She was being rolled onto her front - something sharp stabbed through her jeans and a cold sensation began to spread though her left buttock. In a blur of pain, Caitlin couldn't stop her arms being brutally twisted up her back and locked in handcuffs. She gasped and squirmed in terror but the drug soon drew her down into oblivion...

*****

"Funny thing though, the first incision is STILL the hardest - even after so many girls!" Miller chatted affectionately to Alexa as he held the edge of the scalpel under the struggling girl's left nipple. "What - don't want to watch? Now that's not very fair, English cunt! I go to all this trouble to put on a good show and you won't even look? Well, we can't have that can we?" He put down the cruel blade and fastened a posture collar round Alexa's damaged throat, forcing her head straight. As she soundlessly gasped in sheer horror, small pieces of duct tape were applied to peel her eyelids apart. She couldn't look away now even if she tried and her eyes hurt from being unable to close. "One more item then we can get on with the show." He tightened a pair of blinkers around her head so the only view was of the desperately struggling redhead.

"Now, where were we? Oh yes, the first cut!" The tip of the scalpel began to press into the girl's flesh just beneath her nipple and a tiny trickle of bright red ran down her breast. Alexa shuddered and moaned raggedly in utter despair. Her poor companion's frantic shrieks echoed in her ears...

*****

For Master Charles, this was one of the worst periods in his life. My slave, my little Alexa - in the hands of a rogue staff member! As the limo sped through Manhattan with a police escort, passers-by stopped and stared. Master Charles wasn't just concerned about a missing slave - even though her disappearance had set off a terrible chain of events. No, there was far more at stake. Miller was a loose cannon that had to be stopped before he jeopardized operations even further. All Miller's known associates were being questioned and any possible clues to his whereabouts were being followed up. The Triad's van had been found abandoned in a disused garage. It had been empty except for the tattered remains of Alexa's clothing.

His next meeting was crucial. Don Marco had made it absolutely clear that the Family would sever all ties with the Organization unless Miller was handed over to them. He would do so with pleasure if he could be found. There was so much riding on this meeting and he had to put aside his own feelings - if Alexa survived, would she be too damaged to keep?

The hotel suite was full of security from both sides. The atmosphere was incredibly tense - armed guards glared suspiciously at their opposite numbers. "Don Marco, do we really need all these people?" In a demonstration of confidence, Master Charles dismissed his own men with a wave.

Don Marco briefly nodded and his entourage began to depart, except for a young woman who stood at his shoulder. "My grand-daughter stays - I am getting old, Charles. After my son's 'accident' last year, she will control everything. Rosario, may I introduce you to Master Charles - this is a bad, bad business but I have always found him to be a man of honor." The strikingly beautiful woman smiled and put her hand protectively on her grandfather's shoulder. The old man absently reached up and patted her slim, elegant fingers. "Do not be deceived by her youth and charming looks - there is steel under the velvet!"

Master Charles smiled. "How could she be anything else, with your blood in her veins? Now, I do not wish to appear rude but there are things we need to resolve urgently. Miller has acted totally outside our authority and must be stopped at all costs. If at all possible, he will be delivered to you alive and I have ordered substantial restitution for the loss of life and injury caused by that fire, to be distributed as you see fit." The old man nodded in approval. "And I would be very grateful for any assistance you might give us in tracking him down - his recklessness has caused enough suffering and unwanted exposure." He waited for their response.

"And the girl?" It was the granddaughter who spoke. "This 'Alexa' - what about her? Is it true she is your personal slave?" Rosario was softly spoken but there was a subtle edge of authority in her voice. Despite her sex, she was destined to become a formidable power as head of the Family. How times had changed!

"If my slave survives, she will kneel at my feet. Why do you ask about her?"

"Because...she now belongs to the Family." She was watching him through slitted eyes, like a snake eying its prey.

"I beg your pardon?"

Don Marco cleared his throat. "Armando Forte was married to my cousin and I owed him my life in the war. His wife Lucia, God rest her soul, owned a substantial share in the Family's legitimate businesses but she refused to touch the money. Armando would not do so either, despite living so poorly. He called me on the day he died to say he wanted to leave everything to the girl." Master Charles sat very still, hardly able to take in the words. "I had to swear to Armando that your Alexa is to be treated as Family and now she is worth millions!" He sighed. "I do not like this but I am honor-bound by blood and word to look after your...'slave' as one of my own kin. Rosario here will see to her affairs as her guardian." The young woman smiled but it was more of a challenge than an agreement. Master Charles sensed her

*****

Tears, rivers of tears streaming down her face...but they could never be enough for what had happened before her forced-open eyes. Alexa howled silently in anguish as the monstrous figure of Miller leaned over the body bag and dropped his soiled elbow-length latex gloves in with the ruined remains of the redheaded girl. He stroked the dead girl's contorted face and kissed her brow before closing the zip and standing up to stretch. "Yeah, so sorry about the splashes, bitch!" He started licking the blood spatters from her front in an obscene parody of tenderness, making her shudder in renewed revulsion. Alexa knew he was crazy - nobody sane could have done those terrible things to that poor girl. She had witnessed the teenager's brutal deflowering before Miller had done despicable, unmentionable things to her wounded body until she was a mutilated, sobbing wreck. Alexa knew the sight of the ruined girl slowly choking in the wire noose while Miller laughed and double-fisted her was seared into her memory and would haunt her forever.

As Miller kissed and lapped the girl's dried blood from her belly, Alexa realized she was also terribly, terribly sorry for her master - she felt she had somehow let him and everyone else down. Miller had gleefully recounted in awful detail how poor uncle Armando had fought desperately for life and lost. Miller then said he would be going after Gina next, followed by Guljana! He was consumed with bitter hatred towards her master and rage at being denied elevation to masterhood - and he intended to exact his revenge on her and on everyone she loved!

"Now then - should I let you live after we've finished playing? I know! I could deafen and blind you and slit out your tongue and leave you crawling naked in Central Park! Do you think your precious 'master' would like that? Better still, I could flay you alive - I'm real good at skinnin' - and...nah, too fuckin' messy." He kissed her and began to peel off the tape that forced open her aching eyes. She flinched at the sight of the sharp knife he was waving in front of her face. "Now you don't mind if I take a little souvenir just for old times' sake?" He suddenly yanked hard on her long ponytail and started sawing through her hair close to her scalp. "You won't be needing this anyways. Oh, sorry - did I cut your head?" Blood trickled down her face and mingled with her tears. "I'm gonna let this blade loose on your body after I give you the fuck of your lifetime!" He giggled and licked her face. "But first, we're going out for some fresh air..."

*****

Her beloved Senate-master held her exhausted head as they lay together on a bed in the beach house. Guljana felt terribly drained by her recent ordeal but had begged to be allowed to serve him with her mouth. His sighs of satisfaction made her deliriously happy. She felt such a desperate, overwhelming love for him that it actually made her chest ache! Even the merest touch of his hand on her skin felt incredible. And as he gently stroked her hair, she poured out her heart to him. She was at a loss for the right words but tried to express her deep devotion and yearning to please him. His smile was tinged with a sadness that resonated through her but she couldn't bear to ask what was wrong. And she had finally managed to tell him about Alexa and the guard's threats against them. His face had grown dark with rage and alarm. He had immediately called Alexa's master but he knew already! Her poor sister-slave had been snatched by Miller and might already be dead! Guljana's master had decided she would be safer in the New York headquarters under Guy's personal protection until Miller was found and stopped. But before he sent her back, there was one more duty to perform...

"Your father left this for you, my dear slave." He was holding a gold ring on a chain. "The major had to go away on, umm...on other business but he asked me to tell you how proud he is of his daughter." She said nothing but he could see by the trembling of her shoulders that she was trying to hold back her tears. "Guljana, your father told me this was the wedding ring he planned to give your mother." The tears flowed freely now. "I am very sorry, my little Guli. I will let you wear this round your neck if you wish." A tiny nod then she kissed his hand and wept silently as the golden chain joined the ornamental black and gold twined collar round her throat. The ring dangled just above her dusky cleavage. Her owner looked down at this naked, exotic beauty. How strange and wonderful a creature she is, he pondered. Never in his dreams had he realized what being a Master would be like. He had not been prepared for the feelings of power and satisfaction...and of responsibility. There was a raw, animal beauty in Guljana - something utterly feminine about her soft, graceful form that was accentuated by her unyielding fetters. Here he was, a bastion of democracy, owning a slave - what a peculiar, delightful paradox! It almost made him forget about the cost of owning her - betraying his own daughter into slavery was a dreadful cost to bear but if Yasov delivered the nuclear treaty her sacrifice would be worthwhile even if the painful choice haunted him to the end of his days.

Guljana wobbled unsteadily as she stumbled towards the 4x4. "Stop slacking, Arab-cunt! The sooner we set off, the longer I get to keep you occupied on the journey!" She didn't like the guard called Pete and knew he intended to rape her again if he got the chance.

For all her frailty and the heavy fetters round her wrists and ankles, Guljana stopped and pulled back on the collar leash. She stood tall and proud. "N-not Arab! Th-this one is PASHTUN - P-pashtun s-slave and now is belong AMERICAN Senator, n-not YOUS!"

Pete sniggered and glanced at Guy in amusement. "Yeah, whatever - makes no difference where you belong when you start dancing that tight cute ass on the end of my stiff cock, filthy little ARAB bitch!"

But Guy wasn't smiling. He sighed, stubbed out his cigarette with his heel and spoke in a slow, patient voice. "The kid's right - she's not Arabic and there's no need to insult her. Pete, if you lay one finger on this kid you'll have to deal with her master AND her father...and then I will kill you!" He smiled at a stunned Guljana and picked her up in his arms. "Now get the damned tailgate open so this PASHTUN-American slave can get some rest in her cage." Guljana looked up in amazed gratitude at her protector. She resolved to beg permission from her master to serve Guy for his kindness and for saving her - twice! Pete didn't say another word during the whole of the journey...

*****

"Who the fuck d'ya think ya are? Ya can't keep me locked in here - I aint done nothing wrong!" Gina folded her arms across her chest and glared at the bodyguard from Witness Protection. "And ya can wipe that fuckin' grin off of ya face...uhh, Leroy or whatever ya call yaself."

Leroy couldn't help smiling. Oh Charles, my friend, this one is really very good. So high and mighty, so sassy and foul-mouthed! She is extremely pretty too, despite her obscene clothing and overdone make-up. Leroy relished the prospect of breaking this fiery girl. She obviously thought she was streetwise and could take anything life throws at her. Well, let's see how she responds to slavery! "And another thing - ya can get me a coke an' some food, an' where's all my stuff?" He didn't reply but tossed a plastic bag at her feet. It was printed with the words 'For Incineration'. "Hey, whadya doin'? What's this for?"

Leroy kept his voice steady and authoritative. "It is for your clothes and your jewelry - all of it. Now strip yourself and put everything in the bag." She was gaping at him. "Get a move on, Gina - or do I have to use this?" He held a cattle prod up and pressed the red button, making the electricity arc across the contacts. "Well?"

"Uhh...what," she was edging towards the door, trying to fight down her rising panic. A bleak thought ran through her racing mind. "This is CRAZY! Uhh, y-ya n-not f-from Witness P-protection are y-ya?" The tall, well-dressed black guy smiled and shook his head, waiting for her to work it out. "Oh sweet Jesus, ya from that Organization of Lexy's!" She had reached the door handle but it was locked. As he advanced towards her, holding the vicious-looking prod she looked into his eyes. "Are ya...are ya m-master Charles?"

"Gina, you are a clever girl! But no, I am not master Charles - you will call me master Leroy. You have already met master Charles though, he was the one who decided you would be enslaved rather than eliminated. Now, STRIP!"

*****

Something just did not add up. Master Charles could not understand how Miller could simply vanish with two girls. There HAD to be a clue - someone MUST know something! He had put the Ranch and New York Center on full alert. And now the Family had become involved - his little slave had become the sole beneficiary of a trust fund that ran into millions of dollars! And he had thought the old Italian, Armando Forte, had been living in poverty. Since Don Marco had made his granddaughter, Rosario, Alexa's trustee, she was demanding she be found immediately. But the money didn't matter - Alexa could be dead or, even worse, being brutalized by Miller. Master Charles only hoped it wasn't too late to save her - she was HIS slave and he could not rest until she was found.

Then it hit him. For the first time since his elevation to the Council, he had become emotionally attached to one of the slaves. He realized he had fought this, denied she could offer him the personal loyalty and devotion to serve him. He had sent her out into the city to prove herself worthy of ownership and inadvertently placed her in terrible danger. Alexa was a small, pretty creature but would never match the stunning beauty of the Afghani or Liu. Yet something had driven him to save her as she hung lifelessly from the gibbet. Despite his best intentions, Master Charles realized he felt incomplete. Miller, you vile bastard - I want my slave back!

*****

This wasn't happening! Guljana knelt nervously outside a cell door and tried to comprehend why she had been summoned to meet the President of the Organization. The headman - even higher than her own beloved Senate-master! But she was only a stupid peasant-slave from a dirty war-torn village near Kandahar! Her heart was hammering inside her chest - she wished her beloved Senate-master was here. Guljana fingered the gold ring that dangled blow her collar. She remembered her mother, the way she was always singing, always there to soothe the pain when she was being taunted by the other village girls...tears threatened to betray her feelings. As she pressed against Guy's leg for comfort, he reached down and messed her hair. "S'okay, kid - you're gonna be okay..." Then he unlocked the door and led her inside.

There was a tray of food in the center of the floor and large cushions! She looked up anxiously at Guy but he only patted her shoulder in reassurance before leaving and locking the cell door. Guljana was not alone - another girl was sitting cross-legged in the corner. She was incredibly pretty and her skin was so dark! "P-please, I ams much to frightens my sister - I ams Guljana and m-much bads missing of my master." The tears won - Guljana wiped her watering eyes. Please, I not knows why the Prez-idens wishing him m-me to sees!" The other girl smiled and held out her comforting arms.

*****

She felt so cold and sore. Her arms had nearly gone numb from being stretched up for so long and when he took her down, the pain had almost made her faint. Where had he taken her? It was very windy and she could barely stay upright, even though her tormenter was holding her by the painfully tight harness he had strapped round her body. She couldn't move her arms and legs - the severely fastened cuffs saw to that. Alexa knew she would never survive Miller's sustained cruelty and could only hope he would finish her off quickly. Ohh my poor masters - first master Stephen and now master Charles - I've let everybody down. And that lovely old man, and Gina - and my sister-slaves too...

"Take a good look, English bitch - one of the best views in the world!" He yanked off her blindfold. Alexa realized with horror they were standing at the very edge of the tower, looking across the whole of Manhattan. The sun had set and all the twinkling lights across the city were frighteningly distant. Miller was shouting in her ear. Alexa froze - the only thing that was preventing her from being blown off the parapet was his strong grip on the strap between her shoulder blades. "Go on, cunt - look down!" It was her worst nightmare come true. Alexa's morbid fear of heights had haunted her dreams since childhood, and now only inches separated her from the sheer chasm between this tower and the taller one opposite - she couldn't look down, she just COULDN'T! "Open your eyes, cunt! If you don't look I'm gonna drop you and its a long, long way down!" Her mouth was dry. She could barely move her head. Her knees were going to give way any minute! "Go on, take a good look!"

Like a terrorized automaton, Alexa lowered her eyes and forced herself to look. Far beneath her, she could make out the flat roof of an extension that jutted from the tower. From this height, she knew there was no chance of survival if she fell. Miller was raving about what he was going to do next - what he planned to do to Guljana's body before finishing her off. From somewhere deep inside, a peculiar inner calm began to spread through her body. I am so afraid and yet I feel so peaceful! Her shaking and palpitations stopped. A smile spread across her face. Instead of being a helpless victim, Alexa realized what she had to do. It was over for her but maybe she could prevent any other girls from becoming more of Miller's playthings. She pushed back against her tormentor, making him laugh cruelly and grip the harness tighter, forcing her closer to the edge. "What's the matter, bitch - scared you'll fall?" He pushed her out at an angle ready to let go. This is for you, Uncle Armando, she whispered in her mind. Then she closed her eyes and jumped, dragging Miller over with her.

*****

Guljana didn't even know her name. This dark beauty who just listened to her tales of being abducted in Kandahar, of being taken and made a slave in the USA, of her wonderful Senate-master, and of her reunion with her father. "But why ams I to see this Prez-idens - please, I not knows your name. You are to see him too?"

The black girl smiled and held Guljana's hand. "I'm called Carol-Ann. And I get to see the President every day."

"Oh! You ams Pres-dent slave?" Guljana couldn't work out why this 'Khar-alan' thought it was so funny.

"What makes you think the President is a master?"

Now she was really confused. "Y-you means th-they has lady master's? You belong a lady pres-a-dent?"

Carol-Ann was chuckling. "No - I have a master...but he isn't this year's president!"

"B-but then..." Guljana's mouth fell open in shock. Not knowing what to do, she pulled back and then crouched with her head on the floor below the girl's bare feet.

*****

"Bitch, Bitch!" Miller shrieked in rage as he clung on to Alexa's harness. She hadn't known he'd attached a rope to the back of the straps. He'd meant to let her fall then pull her up for more abuses. "Keep still, filthy little slut!" He was trying to climb up her harnessed body. Alexa silently groaned in agony but was determined this demon shouldn't escape. With all her might, she started thrashing wildly about, causing them to spin and sway against the side of the tower. "Stop it, you fuckin' bitch! STOP!" They slammed against the glass. In a rage, Miller tried to knock her senseless, and gripped the front strap so he could punch her unconscious. But his weight was too much for the harness. The buckle at her waist suddenly gave way and he slid down her thighs. Alexa silently howled in agony as Miller desperately tried to claw higher. Her chest was being crushed by the remains of the harness and Miller had slipped right down until he was hanging on only by the link between her ankle cuffs. She thought her feet would be torn off - the pain was so appalling! It didn't matter though - she had to do this thing for all the people Miller had hurt and those who would suffer if he survived. She started to swing her tortured body again. "No! NO! Stop! PLEASE STOP!!!" Miller's voice was frantic as he begged his victim for mercy. "NOOOOOO....." They crashed into the side of the tower. Suddenly, the dreadful tension on her legs went away. With a final, despairing scream of "BITCH!" Miller's flailing body disappeared into the gloom beneath her feet.

She was alone, hanging in the dark, hundreds of feet above the ground. The city looked beautiful at night but it didn't matter anymore. Oh please, please let me drop! Alexa thrashed desperately, hoping the rest of the harness would tear and she could finish her suffering. But all she managed was to buffet herself against the glass surface of the tower. The strap round her chest dug in and squeezed her ribs so badly. Eventually, her movements became feebler as shock and cold took effect. Alexa started miserably out across empty space and wept as she shivered. S-so c-cold! M-master Ch-Charles - f-forgive m-me!

*****

Carol-Ann gently stroked the trembling Afghani girl's head and coaxed her upright. "Hey, I'm just another sister-slave, even though I'm this year's president of the Organization. It's only an honorary thing to prevent any one master holding too much power. I don't get to run things!" She held Guljana's hands and whispered. "Your master - the Senator - he called you the 'key'...have you any idea what's happened because of who you are?" Guljana was shaking her dumbfounded head. "Why, you just bridged a gulf between the Russians and the USA - opened the door to a new arms treaty AND started negotiations between our Organization and their slave operations!" She was smiling broadly at Guljana. "I get to nominate the next president you know...but first please tell me everything about this 'Alexa' I keep hearing about - she must be very special. Her master looks so sad these days."

*****

"Rosario, I do not expect you to understand this but there is absolutely no way that my slave, if she is found alive, can come under your protection." Master Charles leaned back in the leather armchair in the Masters' Lounge at the New York Center and held up the glass of red wine to the light. ''There really is no point in you being here - I will have you informed as soon as anything is discovered.'' He returned his gaze to the lovely woman opposite and smiled. "Rosario, you seem amused by something."

Don Marco's granddaughter set down her glass and crossed her long, elegant legs. "I was just wondering why a man such as yourself feels it necessary to treat women so harshly when you don't strike me as inadequate." She leaned towards him. "You see I've heard it said that dominant males are secretly afraid of female power, that they can't cope with a real woman!" She was watching him again in that testing, probing way.

"Is that an invitation to seduce you - to test your theory?"

"Do you think you could dominate me?" Her eye contact didn't waiver.

"Do you think I am foolish enough to try?" What a charming, forthright woman! "And I have my slave to consider. If Alexa is able to take her place at my feet, why should I look elsewhere - she has become...very special to me."

Her expression softened. "I've not even seen a picture of my ward yet - what is she like?" He took a folded paper out of his jacket and passed it across. Rosario didn't flinch at the full-length pictures of the nude slave who had stood obediently in chains for front and profile ID shots. "Well, I suppose she has a pretty, charming face in the right light. I had expected our..." (OUR? What is this woman really after?) "...new family responsibility to be much more seductive." She made no effort to return the document. "I always wanted a companion when I was small - a maid who would do exactly as I say..." Rosario gently traced a well-manicured finger down the image of the naked girl and seemed lost in thought.

"Rosario, she might be dead. And I would not share my Alexa with anyone - not even you."

She raised her glass to him in salute then drained it. "So you say but things can change. We have a lot more in common than you think, Charles - I am surrounded by deferential, fawning men who are either ingratiating or desperate to impress me. I enjoy control; in fact I'm addicted to it. But most men cannot handle this. Now, you...are different."

"Now, you really are trying to seduce me!"

She smiled and uncrossed her perfect thighs. "And what if I am...?"

*****

Why on earth are the slaves screaming? The guard rushed to the poolside and pushed the hysterical girls away from the window. He looked out - nothing...except for a swaying rope. ROPE? As he peered down, his eyes widened in horror - in the gloom he could make out the shape of a small, motionless form. He slammed his hand on the nearest emergency intercom. "This is David at the pool. Get some Security to the rooftop - FAST! And find Master Charles urgently!"

S-s-so c-c-cold - c-c-can't b-b-breathe...It was all so very confusing. Lights below her - lights shining on her. A bright light coming towards her...a kind of rushing roaring sound as it came closer. The rope was moving...it was finally snapping...ohhh I am so very, very tired...

...It doesn't hurt at all, does it?

("CLEAR!")

Why are they thumping my body?

("CAN'T GET AN AIRWAY IN - GOT TO DO A TRACHEA!")

Lucia, can we go now?

("FOR GOD'S SAKE, TRY AGAIN!")

Please, Lucia, please take me home.

("NO RESPONSE SIR - I THINK WE'VE LOST HER!")

Peaceful, so peaceful.....

("PLEASE - JUST TRY ONE MORE TIME!!!).....


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