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{ ASSM } {Mersereau} REPOST "Abducted & Enslaved" ( MF Mf FF FM
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The usual disclaimers: This is strictly adult material;  all
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A&E-Part 3 (Chapters 11-15)

CHAPTER ELEVEN: Senator Ellsworth, Yvonne, and Judith

Senator Ellsworth stared out the stateroom window.  During rough
weather, the spray and even waves sometimes reached the lower
decks, but here on B deck there was no need for portholes.  The
sea was calm below a cloudless sky but, neither it nor the cruise
was on his mind.   The album with the nude photographs of the
captive women and girls located two decks below lay on the sofa
behind him.  The photos of the buxom blonde excited him. 

I must have her. 

When Ellsworth wanted a woman, it was only a question of time
before he had her.  Sometimes there were obstacles of course,
often a husband.  Those weren't deterrents to the Senator.  On
the contrary, they were condiments.  They enhanced his enjoyment
of her.   As for ethical considerations,  Ellsworth never weighed
such trivia.  In fact, applying coercive means to bring a woman
into his bed increased his enjoyment of her.  When the woman was
married, he found that having her husband aware of her dalliance
was quite as effective as any aphrodisiac could possibly be with
regard to his performance with her.

Just a few minutes before, Ellsworth had dismissed Yvonne's
steward from his stateroom.  He had told the man that he would
keep the album.  "I'll return it to the Captain myself," he had
told Pierre.

His thoughts returned to the brunette who sat behind him.  Judith
was reading in the armchair.  She was unaware of the true status
of the girls and women on deck D and thought that the three girls
whose photographs he had shown her were hired.  He had been
careful to show her just those three.  Ellsworth was aware that
the Captain's album was a damning history of the island's
captives.  He was cautious about allowing anyone other than
himself to see its contents.  

Doubtless it wouldn't surprise Judith if he had one of the three
females brought up to his stateroom.   He had told her, with
relish, the ways in which he had used the girl whom the Captain
had provided the clients with on their cruise to the island the
previous summer.  Judith may--perhaps--have disapproved of his
actions but, if she had,  she hadn't said so.  She was eminently
practical.  Her goals were much like his had been at her age. 
When they interfered with advancing her career, Judith had few
compunctions. 

She complied with his whims in bed.  Of course, he hadn't yet
obliged her to perform with another female.  It would be
interesting to see her reaction to that.  If necessary, he would
coerce her.  Yvonne would provide him with a crewman to help in
the effort if he found it necessary. 

Actually, he doubted that it would come to that.  In the past,
even when Judith hadn't concealed her distaste for one of
Ellsworth's whims,  she  suppressed her personal feelings. 
Sensibly, she always sacrificed them to enhance her standing with
him and, of course, advance her career.

Over the years, she's been of enormous benefit to my standing in
the party and my influence in Washington.  A pity that has to
end.

Strange that their relationship had come to this.  For her first
few years with him she had pleased him, both from efforts on his
staff and in his bed.  Ellsworth even felt a bit nostalgic
thinking of his plans for her.

How different her life is going to be after we dock and I take
her to Crane.

He heard the sound of her closing her book and placing it on the
end table and then the creak of the chair as she stood up.

"I want to take a shower, Senator," Judith said.  "Will you be
taking a nap?" 

"Soon," he told her.  Her query slightly annoyed him.  It implied
that he was no longer virile enough to do without a nap following
lunch.  Now that his decision about her was made, many of her
offhand remarks irritated him.  He'd have to watch himself if his
plans for her were to proceed without his showing his hand too
soon.

"I'm going on the bridge to find the Captain.  I intend to see
this blonde girl."

"Sheila?  Are you going to accept Yvonne's proposal?"

"I don't intend to share the blonde with others.  I'll be back
down after I discuss it with her."

Shit!  That was a flub.  Judith looks puzzled; it's no wonder.  
Yvonne and I term the females on Deck D 'party girls', and other
clients try to do the same.  It keeps the temporary ship's
staff--the chef and kitchen help that never step on the
island--ignorant of the true status of the girls.  As far as
they--and Judith-- know, the island is another Aruba.  I can
guess what she's thinking:  why should I care if others share a
party girl?

Now that we're heading directly to the island, it's probably too
late for her to do anything about her situation.    But, she's
ingenious.  I'll be cautious.  Unless it interferes with my
enjoyment.  Nothing will impede that.

"Mmm. Yvonne won't like that," Judith said.

"What?  Oh, you think Yvonne will object to my keeping the blonde
to myself?  That's her problem, Judith, not mine." 

* * *

On the bridge, Yvonne was examining the CRT display of their
ship's location.  At their current speed they should arrive at
Lecoliere Island in a bit more than thirty hours.  The nearest
other ship was at the edge of the radar screen, headed north. 
This close to the island she normally would cautiously slow down,
waiting until the other vessel was farther away.  But the other
ship would be off-screen soon, anyway.

The bridge was entirely enclosed in Plexiglass. Yvonne saw the
Senator before he reached the doorway.

Her contacts with Ellsworth had never been pleasant.  She hoped
his appearance on her bridge didn't auger another problem for
her.  Ellsworth was a master at manipulation.  He hardly ever
visited her, either on the bridge or in her stateroom, without
trying to pressure her.   She heard the door open.

"Good afternoon, Senator," she said, not looking up.

"Yvonne," Ellsworth told her, "I appreciate your sending your
steward to me before having him take this album to the other
clients.  That was wise."

"Oh?  In what way?"  She looked at him.  "What is it you have to
tell me, Prescott?" 

Yvonne was well aware that Ellsworth hated to be called by his
given name.  He relished his title.  It gave her a little
pleasure to aggravate him in this way.  She had so few other
options.

He carried the album under his arm.   He must have intimidated
Pierre.  Her steward knew very well that he shouldn't relinquish
possession of the book.

"I'm interested in this blonde exclusively for myself, Yvonne.  I
intend to buy her in the auction.  If necessary, I'll persuade
Crane to accept a bogus high bid from me.  I'm not going to share
her with other clients.  Certainly not here on your ship. 
Perhaps on the island, after I break her.  Then it might be
interesting.  I might share her just to see how she submits to a
large number of clients, of both sexes."

Yvonne raised her eyebrows.  She felt anger grip her.

The bastard.  Wants to cut me off from the cash we'll get from
renting her.  He loves to swing his weight around!

"Prescott; it isn't your choice to make," she objected.  "I'm
Captain of this ship.  The crew take orders from me.  Sheila will
be in my stateroom tonight, and the clients who paid to rent her
will be there.  Now, get off my bridge.  If you force me to, I'll
call Security."

"Now, now, Yvonne," he replied mildly.

I know his technique.  When he speaks softly, he has something
nasty in mind.

"We know how much your livelihood depends on your accreditation
as Captain, and on the seaworthiness of this vessel."

He gave her a thin smile, but she saw the steely glint of his
eyes.  There was no humor in his look.

"I'm sure you're aware, Yvonne, that I have influence with the
authorities who provide your accreditation.  And also those who
oversee inspection of your ship.  Simply because you aren't
registered in the States doesn't protect you. 

"Besides that, my Dear, there is the little matter of the cargo
you carry.  Illegal  in most of the countries that this ship
makes port in."

When Ellsworth had pressured Yvonne in the past, in her
aggravation she imagined that her knowledge of his visits to the
island could be a means of retaliation against him. 

All of that was daydreaming.   I'm in a far more dangerous
situation than he is.  Ellsworth has so much influence that, even
if I sent proof to the media, probably the most that could happen
would be his retirement.  For him it would mean a scandal.  But,
for me . . . it could mean prison, with my ship confiscated. 
After all my efforts and success . . . The risk isn't worth it. 
The bastard.  Not a thing I can do.

She yelled, "You unctuous prick!"

"Careful, my Dear."  His smile broadened.  "You know how
dependent you are on my good will.  Another coarse epithet might
induce me to require a bit more of you.  More  than just
providing me with this Sheila." 

He took a step closer, and Yvonne was conscious of how his six
feet towered over her.  She felt a surge of fear.  But, even
though he was nearly touching her, she stood her ground.  For a
moment she thought he was going to grab her with his large, fat
hands.

He looked down, his eyes meeting hers.  He enunciated his words
carefully.

"I suppose you lesbians are not very good at cock-sucking.  You
have no experience at it.  In your case, Yvonne, I can make an
exception."

He showed his teeth in a thin smile.  "Perhaps you would visit me
tonight for the pleasure of learning the technique.  Judith will
give you directions.  Between the two of us, by morning we'll
make you quite adept at it."

Yvonne bit her lip, stifling her retort.  Tears of anger welled
in her eyes.  She turned her head, hoping he didn't observethem.

The stinking rotten bastard!  I could kill him!

"Well, I fear your steward will have to convey your
disappointment to the other clients, Yvonne.  As for the blonde,
I expect you to have her delivered to my stateroom in . . . oh,
let's say, two hours.  It will give you time to prepare her for
me."

Yvonne watched him softly close the door behind him and walk  to
the stairwell.

* * *

Senator Ellsworth slipped out of his bed.  He felt refreshed from
his nap.  Judith was still in the shower.  He pondered what to
wear.  This blonde girl might resist.  A bathrobe would be an
encumbrance.   He settled on a white tee shirt and white shorts
without underwear.

Judith was drying herself when he appeared in the main room of
their suite.  He didn't admonish her for dampening the carpet;
why bother?  His plans for her future would serve to settle all
those recent little annoyances as well as the major problem she
posed.   Completion of his plan would  be effective and
permanent.

Judith, at thirty-five, had come up in the world.  After
finishing law school and, a mere six months later passing the bar
in the Senator's southern state, she'd obtained a position on his
local staff.  Through skilled application of her abilities, both
on his staff and in his bed, in three years she'd become a
permanent aide to him in Washington.  She traveled with him
almost everywhere--except to the island.  When it was necessary
to avoid media attention travelling with him, she went
incognito--often on the same plane--but in tourist class, while
he flew in first.

A pretty five foot seven inch brunette with a pert nose and soft
brown eyes, a fashionable bob and B cup breasts, she possessed a
slender, well-proportioned figure.  She was striking at the
Senator's soirees.  Many of his fellow lawmakers coveted her, but
she refrained from accepting any of their propositions. 
Fortunately for both the Senator and Judith, Senator Ellworth's
wife disliked capitol life.  She seldom visited Washington.  So,
when Congress was in session Judith was the hostess who managed
his social affairs.

Each summer, when Congress adjourned, Ellsworth flew to Florida
and caught the launch to the ship to Lecoliere Island.  Judith
returned to their state and her private practice.  His contacts
had informed him that she saw an occasional boyfriend among those
who hadn't yet married, including one, called Bill, that the
Senator knew she was screwing.   Then, before the next session of
the Senate convened, she flew north to visit her parents.

The more he considered his plan for Judith the more Ellsworth was
sure his decision was the best one.  During the winter break when
he'd returned to his state for the usual stroking, his supporters
had mentioned Judith as their choice for Representative in his
old district.   With the publicity that would give her, plus her
looks and talent, plus a couple of sessions as Representative,
she would be well-positioned to run for his seat in the Senate. 

Judith was ambitious; far too ambitious. 

Their relationship had been one of one hand washing the other,
each deriving a benefit from it.  But she wouldn't hesitate to
supplant him as senator.  In a primary against him, the
likelihood was great that she would win.

As for the sex, that too is wearing thin.  She no longer
satisfies all my whims.  What's worse, she's probably  the cause
of my recent embarrassing performances.  It can't be age, not
yet.  Not that it's deliberate on her part.  Her body simply
holds no surprises any more--it bores me.  True, some of my
compatriots covet her.  They think her figure is desirable. 
Well, so did I once.  I like my women with meat on their bones. 
Those B-cup tits bore me.  I hope this blonde I've paid for
really has the D-cuppers that the album states.  The blonde muff
also.

To his wife Ellsworth would have imparted a reprimand about the
carpet, but not to his secretary-cum-attorney.  He had valued her
too much to risk rubbing her the wrong way in insignificant
matters.  As for now, there was no need to change.  In a day or
so she would be where she would no longer be a threat, not even a
minor annoyance.

"I've been informed," Ellsworth told her; "that the media have
mentioned you in connection with our trips.  I want you to make
it known that you're not going with me.  You're heading home. 
When you land in Atlanta, take a flight incog to Miami.   We'll
stay at the Flamingo there for a night before catching the launch
in the morning.  You'll find the island quite unlike any vacation
spot you've ever been to."

* * *

Tonight should make an amusing and ironic finish to our years
together.  It will be a suitable prelude to a future she'll find
so different from her past.  I wonder if I could persuade Crane
to provide films featuring her?  Next summer when I visit the
island, I'll pick them up and take them back to Washington.  My
collegues, particularly ones who attend the  soirees that she
arranges will find them entertaining.

"You have no objection, I hope, to sharing me with this blonde .
. . um, Sheila Ericson, Judith?"

"Sharing?" 

She stopped patting her hair with the towel to look at him.  "Uh
. . . no.  No, I-I don't object Senator." 

I caught her off-guard.  She didn't anticipate that.   Now she's
probably wondering if I meant what she's thinking 'share' might
involve.  A menage a trois, a lesbian tryst, or a combo of the
two.

She added, "I . . . I'm inexperienced at that sort of thing,
Senator.   Uh . . .  Is this just sex?  Or is it social aswell?"

"Just sex."

She went to the walk-in closet and paused.

"What would you like me to wear?"

He thought. 

Sheila will be wearing a skirt and blouse.  Now, what would be
appropriate attire for Judith when she opens the door and greets
the blonde?  I want something memorable.

"Black stockings, with garters." 

Ellsworth paused.  He reconsidered. 

"No.  Thigh-highs will be better, with their built-in elastic
tops.  Put on black pumps, with three or four inch heels.  For
jewelry, wear your black pearl choker with its matching
bracelet."

"I meant, Senator, which type of outfit did you want me to wear?
A dress?  Or a blouse and skirt?"

"Neither.  Just the hosiery and shoes."

"That's all?" she asked.

"That's all."

It was a rare treat to see her blush.


CHAPTER TWELVE: Senator Ellsworth Abuses Judith and Sheila

When Sheila awoke, Jerry's wife Anne took her into the tiny
bathroom.  Anne, who Sheila supposed must be a few years older
than herself, was an auburn-haired beauty with a proverbial
hourglass figure, including long svelte legs and firm C cup
breasts.

Sheila felt filthy both inside and out.  Fortunately, wash cloths
and towels for four people had been provided in the bathroom and,
although each had already been used, they served the purpose. 
With Anne's help, Sheila was able to clean herself up.

After helping towel her dry, Anne handed Sheila a paper cup full
of water.  "You must have had a dreadful ordeal!" Anne said.

"Yes.  There were four of them," Sheila replied. 

"The worst of it was how long it lasted.  I kept praying they
would finish.  Before they did, though, I think I fainted.  I
can't recall much after that."

The taste in her mouth and reek in her nostrils had been
bothering her since she woke up.  Rinsing her mouth with water
alone didn't help much.  "I wish I had a toothbrush," she said.

"Here's a wrapped unused bar of soap," Anne said, removing it
from the cabinet.  "If you can stand soap in your mouth."

"I'll use it," Sheila said.  Despite the bitter taste of the
soap, she was relieved when she'd rinsed it all out.  Finally,
the reek of semen was gone and her mouth tasted clean.

As the two women exited the bathroom, the other prisoners were
quiet.  No one asked Sheila about her ordeal.  For that she was
grateful.  Probably they guessed some of what had been done to
her.

There was a knock on the cabin door.  For the second time a male
voice told the prisoners, "Everyone stand away from this door!"

Two crewmen looked in.  One Sheila immediately recognized.  It
was Pierre.

Oh god!  Are they going to rape me again?! 

"You, Sheila!" he ordered, pointing at her.  "Come with us."

"Jesus!" Jerry exclaimed.  "Why don't you bastards leave her
alone!"  He looked as though he was going to move toward Pierre.

Pierre ignored him, but the other put his hand onto what Sheila
thought must be a weapon holstered in his belt. 

But Jerry saw the motion, and he halted.  He said nothing
further.  Pierre reached out, grasped Sheila's wrist, and pulled
her through the doorway.  The other crewman slammed and locked
the door.   Pierre led her down the hall toward the stairwell
with the armed crewman following.

"W-Where are you taking me?" Sheila asked.  

"To the crew's head.  Our bathroom."

 "W-Why?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

She began to tremble, growing more fearful as she followed the
man who was gripping her hand. 

They proceeded down a flight of stairs and into another hall.

At the end of it, Pierre unlocked a door.  The entered another
corridor,  where they stopped before an open doorway.

The large, brightly illuminated room appeared to be a communal
bath.  Sheila saw men's urinals, sinks, and stalls and, in the
center of the room, an enormous sunken tub.  The tops of its
sides were at floor level.  The tub and its fixtures, as well as
the walls, ceiling, and floor of the room all seemed to be made
of stainless steel.  The floor felt cold through her
slipper-shoes. 

"Henri," Pierre said; "Undress her while I start filling the
tub."

What followed embarrassed and humiliated Sheila.  Once she was
nude, the men walked her to one of the stalls, seated her on a
toilet, and gave her an enema.  Then they bathed her in the huge
tub.  After drying her, they positioned her on what they told her
was a bidet.  On it, she was ordered to wash herself.

After she was towelled dry, Henri told her, "Bend over.  You can
put your hands on the bidet so you don't fall."

She did as she was told, and she felt something hard and cold
pressed against her anus.  She recognized it as the nozzle of a
tube of lubricant from the episode with the four men.

When they were done injecting it into her, they led Sheila to an
open closet where clothing hung from hangers.  Most appeared to
be uniforms, either in white or in navy blue with brass buttons,
but hanging in the center were a white blouse and a black and
white striped pleated skirt.  Beside them, folded over a hanger
was a pair of black thigh high stockings, and beneath them on the
metal floor, stood a pair of glossy black flats.

"We'd better put the hood on her," Pierre said, reaching up on a
shelf above the bar.

"Don't bother," Henri replied.  "From what I saw of him last
summer, Ellsworth don't give a fuck about who sees him do squat.
If you ask me, even the Captain is leery of him, and she don't
panic too easy."

* * *

The Senator glanced at the clock.  A little before twenty-one
hundred.  The blonde should be delivered to his stateroom about
ten minutes from now.  He doubted that Yvonne would risk annoying
him by delaying the girl's delivery. 

Ellsworth was pleased with himself.  His threat had intimidated
her, and it had produced the expected result: Yvonne had
capitulated.

A pity though..  I'd have enjoyed seeing how the lesbian took to
sex with a man.   And it woud have been interesting to see how
she reacted to being instructed by a woman half her age.  She's
old enough to be Judith's mother.  As for Judith, would she have
demonstrated giving a blowjob?  Or, perhaps she would have held
Yvonne's head, and pushed  it, moving it up and down, all the
time giving her verbal instructions:  "Lick with your tongue,
Yvonne . . . Suck it, Yvonne . . . Don't lose any, Yvonne . . .
That's a good girl, Yvonne . . . Now swallow, Yvonne . . .

Ellsworth smiled.  It was a pleasant picture.

He intended to position the armchair so it faced the metal bars
that made up the foot of their bed.  Accordingly, he moved the
chair a few inches forward on the heavy carpet.  He moved it so
that it faced the foot of the bed about four feet from it. 

Pierre had provided him with handcuffs.  Ellsworth locked a cuff
about each of the legs at the foot of the bed.

As he sat in the armchair, his cock was alread semi-hard from
anticipating the blonde's entrance.  That was a good sign.  It
confirmed his belief that his recent problems with potency arose
from boredom with Judith  rather than from anything organic.  His
shorts, without underwear, felt comfortable enough in spite of
his near-erection..

* * *

Judith had thoroughly cleaned herself.  She had given herself the
enema that the Senator had insisted on.   She turned off the
valves in the bidet and began drying herself.  She wished she
didn't feel so uneasy.  Perhaps it was her imagination, or
perhaps a lack of self-confidence. 

But she didn't really believe that.  For some time now, not just
today, but for the last month or so Ellsworth had been distancing
himself from her.  Not in bed of course.  The Senator was too
sexually active for that.  Although, now that she thought about
it, he had recently had instances of impotence with her.  She had
ascribed that to age; men were supposed to become less virile
when they grew older.  Prescott Ellsworth was sixty.

This blonde whore that he was having delivered was partly the
cause of her uneasiness. Prescott wasn't monogamous; Judith had
no illusions about she being the only female he bedded.  But this
was the first time he wanted her and another woman to share him
at the same time.

It was also the first time he'd wanted her to fill her anus and
rectum with lubricant.  Not that it would be novel for her.  Her
sex with Bill had involved virtually everything imaginable. 
Bill's participation in Gemini had exposed him--and by extension,
her--with all sorts of  D and S.  Judith had found submission to
be an enormous turn-on.  She had even gone to an occasional bar
with Bill to re-enact the episode he'd had with a couple shortly
after he'd joined the Society.

Ellsworth was another matter.  He had always handled her with kid
gloves, even though he sometimes seemed to think he was shocking
her.  Sex with the Senator was pure vanilla. What turned him on
was sex at odd times and odd places.  He was enormously addicted
to having her under his desk sucking him off while he had some
female visitor in his office.   Either a visitor or that eighteen
year old just out of secretarial school.  Judith thought that
some of the letters he dictated to her were totally bogus,
intended entirely to get the girl in his office to sit across his
desk from him in her miniskirt while Judith gave him a blowjob.

Well, her goals hadn't changed.  As long as she was on his staff
she would comply with the Senator's whims.  Her own physical and
emotional needs took second place.  Like men, she had to realize
that to advance in one's career, one needed to make personal
sacrifices.  That had been made clear to her last summer when
she'd returned to their state and she phoned her boyfriend
Bill--correction, former boyfriend--Bill Starrett.  He was now
engaged to Sherry, her best friend. 

That had hurt.  But Judith had understood.  How could she expect
him to see her only during the times she was away from
Washington?  The night that he told her about Sherry, he had
offered to take her to dinner, but she had declined.  Knowing
men, he might have invited her to his apartment.  She didn't want
to be exposed to temptation.   She would have had no resistance
whatever.  Bill gave her something that no boyfriend or lover
ever had before or since.

Bill had joined the Gemini society when he'd worked for a year
across the bay from San Francisco. 

Later, back in the South, he'd met a couple at the bar in a hotel
where they were staying for the night.  Somehow the conversation
had reminded him of the Gemini Society, and he'd told the couple
about it, including his own membership.  After describing some of
the activities he'd participated in, the man's wife had leaned
over on her bar stool to whisper in his ear, "I'd really like to
suck your cock."

He had gone with the couple up to their hotel room.  The husband
had tied up his wife.  He had abused her with his belt, to 'get
her in the mood'.  She had fellated Bill while her husband
watched.

Judith never had any inclination to inform the Senator about her
experiences with D&S.  To her, it had nothing to do with him. 
Until now, she always looked forward to summer, when she and Bill
would swing with another couple and engage in B&D.  Humiliation
was a real turn-on for her.  It would arouse her like nothing
else would.   Unbelievably, sometimes amidst being forced to do
or to accept some degrading act, she would experience an orgasm,
albeit a small one, without having her clit even touched.

She threw the empty KY Jelly tube in the wastebasket.  She wiped
herself again and tossed the tissues on top of the used tube.

She thought again about the Senator's whims.  He had been
subjected to much criticism from the media.   Perhaps this spring
break was what they both needed.  They both would relax on the
sand; Prescott had said the beach was beautiful.  She'd have a
tan to take back to Washington.  For now, whatever his whims,
she'd defer to them.

She stood up and slipped her robe on.  Then she thought of how he
wanted her to dress.  She felt her face grow warm.  Perhaps he
wasn't serious.  No.  He was serious.  The Senator never joked
about such things.  God, she was getting really aroused thinking
of it!

At least these people on the ship don't know me.  I'll never see
them again once we're back in Washington. 

Ellsworth was seated in the bedroom armchair.  He'd positioned it
so it faced the metal bars that constituted the foot of the bed
and was four or five feet away from it.  The Senator was dressed
in a tee shirt and white walking shorts, and his legs were
propped on a footstool.  She carefully avoided looking at the
tent his erection was making in his shorts.

I suppose he's thinking about the blonde whore.

Judith withdrew a pair of her black thigh-high hose from the
second drawer of the dresser and laid out the stockings on the
bed.  She retrieved her black pumps from the closet.  She took
the choker and bracelet from  the top drawer of the dresser and
stood before the mirror above it to put them on.  She displaced
strands of her hair in the process, and she took the hairbrush
from its top and brushed out the tresses.  She walked then to the
vanity, and she applied some crimson to her lips.

In the mirror she noticed Ellsworth glance at the clock.  He gave
her a smile, but there wasn't even a trace of humor in it.

"You're stalling, Judith.  I don't want you to greet the blonde
while you're wearing that bathrobe," he said.  "Dress as I told
you to.   Hurry up; I expect that she'll be here any moment."

"I wasn't stalling, Senator."  She looked over at him from the
vanity.  "I  didn't realize that . . . oh, never mind."  She put
the lipstick in the drawer.

There was a knock at the door.  "Answer it," Ellsworth said.

Judith called loudly, "Please wait a moment!" and she stood up.

Her face felt hot as she removed her bathrobe and dropped it onto
the stool.  She was nude except for her choker and bracelet.  She
quickly ran to the bed and sat on it, grabbing one of her
stockings.  She didn't look at Ellsworth but felt his eyes on
her.  She'd been naked before him often, but for some reason she
felt embarrassed now, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. 

My god I'm getting turned on!  This is like something Bill would
have tried.  I wonder why Prescott's  trying to humiliate me? 
It's so uncharacteristic of him!

She supposed he could see her muff, which she'd trimmed into a
nearly perfect isoceles triangle.  As she raised her knee and
pulled on the stocking, she observed that the dark brown of her
muff was nearly black,  nearly the same shade as her hose.

She heard the knock on the door repeated.  A male voice called
through it, "Should we bring her in, Senator?"

From the corner of her eyes she saw Ellsworth turn his head
toward the doorway.

"No.  Wait out there," he said.  "Judith will be there shortly."

Judith drew each stocking snug.  Then she bent down, slipped her
pumps on, and stood up.

She felt his eyes travelling up and down her form as she stood
before Ellsworth. 

"Do you want me to bring her in here right away, Senator?  Should
I suggest cocktails in the parlor?" 

Her face felt hot as she felt his eyes continue to look her over.
 The black stockings for some reason, made her particularly
embarrassed.  Her clit felt hard. 

I'm embarrassed, but am I turned on!  God, I wonder if my labia
are swollen?

"She may feel more comfortable if we converse with her a little
before getting in bed."

My god, maybe we'll have an orgy like Bill and I used to have
with Steve and Phyllis!  Except there won't be another man.  What
a pity. 

"On the contrary," he finally replied.  "I don't want a party
girl to become familiar with me, Judith.  I'm speaking of
'familiar' in the old southern courtesy sense, you understand."

"Yes, Senator.  I understand.  All right." 

I feel even more embarrassed now.  He isn't the least bit the
southern gentleman that he usually is.  I don't understand it,
but . . . tonight should be interesting.  It doesn't feel very
vanilla now.

She walked, carefully because of the high heels, to the stateroom
door.  Except for the black pumps on her feet, black thigh-highs
on her long legs, her choker about her throat, and the bracelet
on her wrist, she was naked.

She hesitated a moment and looked back at him.  He was watching.
She opened the door.

Two men in white uniforms were outside.  A beautiful blonde girl
was with them. 

"Holy shit!" the man before her exclaimed, staring at her. 

"Oh man!" the other said.  He began laughing.

"I'm sorry miss," the man in front said.  "We ain't accustomed to
clients coming to the door naked."  He turned to indicate the
girl.   "Here's the blonde that the Senator ordered.  Do you want
us to bring her in?"

Judith's face felt hot.  She responded hurriedly, "No thank you.
I'll take her.  Thank you, both.  Please come in--is your name
Sheila?"

"Yes," the girl responded.  She appeared a few years younger than
Judith, and looked even more gorgeous than the photographs had
indicated.  She was dressed very simply, in a white cotton blouse
and a black and white striped cotton skirt.  She wore flats, and
black stockings.  It was obvious that she wore no brassiere. 
Judith wondered if she wore panties.  She doubted it.  What would
be the point?

Goodness, Yvonne certainly finds beautiful prostitutes!  This
girl could make a living as a model.  I suppose she makes more,
though, from wealthy clients.

Judith closed the door.  The Senator called, "Bring her right in,
Judith.  I want to look at her."

Judith entered the bedroom, leading the blonde by the hand. 

Ellsworth didn't rise from his armchair.  He beckoned with his
hand for the blonde to approach.  "Come closer, Sheila," he said.
 "Stand there."

The girl did as he requested.  To Judith, the girl didn't seem
embarrassed, but she did appear apprehensive.  Occasionally she
glanced through the doorways, first the one behind her, then the
bathroom.

"There are just the three of us, Sheila," the Senator said. 
"Were you expecting someone else?"

The blonde exhaled--with relief, evidently.  "No.  But I was
afraid there might be."

"Judith," Ellsworth said to her,  "Move Sheila back.  I want her
standing against the foot of our bed."

"I'm not helpless," the blonde said.  "I can move."   She stepped
back two paces, until the back of her skirt pressed against the
bars.  "Is this where you want me?"

Ellsworth nodded.  "Excellent, Sheila.  Judith, fasten the
handcuffs about her ankles."

Judith observed that the two handcuffs were all prepared.  Each
handcuff lay with one of its two manacles clamped about a bed
leg, its other manacle lying open on the carpet.

Kneeling, Judith grasped one of Sheila's ankles and pulled it
close to one bed leg.  She handcuffed it to the bed leg; then
pulled the girl's other ankle and repeated the act with it.  The
blonde's legs were spread so wide apart that Judith hoped the
girl wasn't uncomfortable.

As she knelt between the blonde's legs, Judith felt tempted to
glance up.  She was curious to see if, as she'd suspected, this
young whore was devoid of panties, but she didn't have the
courage.  Her own nakedness made her embarrassed enough, without
displaying prurient interest in addition.

"Why are you doing this?" the blonde asked, looking down at her.

"I don't know, Dear," Judith responded, smiling up in response. 
Even if the blonde was a whore, she was younger than Judith.  It
made her feel more comfortable with the blonde.  She almost felt
motherly toward her.

Judith stood up.  Her nakedness bothered her, and it took an
effort to turn around and again face the Senator.  From past
experience, however, she knew he would want to direct things. 
She waited, her hands at her sides.

"Sheila," the Senator said, "You will call me Master. I forgot to
mention this to you, Judith, but that means you as well.  Don't
call me by name.  From now on, you'll call me Master.  Do both of
you understand?"

"Yes, Master," the blonde replied.

"I understand, Master," Judith said.

His whims are certainly becoming strange.   Could someone have
told him about me and Bill?  Or the Gemini Society?  I can't
imagine who.  This 'Master' thing hits close to home.  Bill and
Steve used to have Phyllis and me call them 'Master'.  The
Senator has investigators on his stroking list.  Could he have
had someone investigate me and Bill?

 "Judith," Ellsworth said.

"Yes, Master?"

"Bring me the black cloth bag that you'll find in the bottom
drawer of my dresser."

Judith complied.  She had to move two neatly folded white shirts
to retrieve the bulky bag. When she lifted it, though, she
suspected another set of handcuffs, from both its weight and the
sound of metal against metal as she removed it from the drawer.

Her guess turned out to be correct.

"Turn around, and put your hands behind you," Ellsworth toldher.

While she stood with her back to him, the Senator removed her
choker and her bracelet and dropped them in the bag.  He clamped
the handcuffs about her wrists.

Judith had long known about the Senator's handcuffs; they were no
novelty.  Sometimes he bound her to his bed, but never like this,
never behind her back.  He had four sets of them that he had
gotten from one of his FBI friends.  Using them all, sometimes
Ellsworth bound her on her back, with her hands and feet
stretched out toward the four corners of his bed, her wrists and
ankles manacled to the uprights of his antique four poster bed.

That was usually when he had the urge to use his toys on her.  He
would tease her until her clit seemed rock-hard and she felt
ready to explode.  Then he would stop.  He wouldn't allow her to
come. 

Instead, he got on top of her, in a sixty-nine position.  She
dreaded that, for Ellsworth never showed any concern for how
uncomfortable it was for her.  The first time he had done that
she had gotten enormously aroused, and she had had one of her
mini-orgasms when he had started in on using her.  But not any
more.  It wasn't like getting whipped and then having sex after
getting turned on by it.  It was discomfort that lasted toolong.

Inserting his organ in her open mouth, he would shove it in as
far as it would go, until she gagged on it and his belly pressed
down on her face.  Then he would use her mouth as if it were her
cunt, and he would pump his hips, piston-like, up and down,
gagging her with every thrust, and causing her eyes to fill with
tears.

She always felt a sense of relief when she heard his cry and felt
him stop, even though he kept it in her throat, and despite the
spasms when it jerked, that accentuated her gagging and her
tears.

Afterwards, when he'd released her, she would sit in his
recliner. She spread her legs, supporting them on its arms. 
While the Senator watched, she used one of his vibrators.  She
gave herself five or six orgasms, until she had satisfied
herself.

These handcuffs were different. 

After he manacled Judith's wrists behind her back, Ellsworth
withdrew a collar from the bag.  Of supple leather, it had a
series of rings hanging from its circumference.  A ring larger
than the others hung from its rear, and a short chain with a snap
hook at its end, hung from the large ring.

"What's the collar for?" she asked.  Bill had several of them,
but she was surprised that the Senator had one.

"You'll soon find out, my Dear," he replied, smiling.  "By the
way, please address me as I requested, Judith.  If you forget, I
have a little prompter in the bag, one that should help remind
you to address me properly."

It was a short black whip with a leather handle.  The whip end
was a flexible leather strap the length and width of a twelve
inch ruler.

"Stand still," he told her.  He drew the collar about Judith's
neck, pulled it snug, and buckled it. 

"Raise your arms behind your back," he told her.  When she
complied she knew the purpose of the chain that dangled down her
back.  The Senator looped it under the short chain that linked
her cuffs together and then brought it up.  He pulled it until 
her wrists were uncomfortably high, between her shoulderblades. 
Then he connected the snaphook to a link in the chain, securing
the handcuffs and her wrists in their elevated position.

Judith was entirely helpless.

My god, if he just touches me, I'll explode!  Maybe he's been
reading books on B&D.

"There," he said.  "Now, each of you is ready.  We'll begin."

He sat back down in the chair.  With one slippered foot, he
pushed the ottoman aside.  "Here is your place, Judith," he said.
 He pointed to where the stool had been.

Judith felt her face grow hot.  She looked at the huge tent that
his erection produced in his shorts.

Oh god.  He wants me to do that while the blonde watches!  Jesus,
the minute I get it in my mouth I'm liable to go off!

Ellsworth spread his legs.  He unzipped his fly, opened it, and
with both hands, he pushed the cloth down the length of his
organ.  He worked the cloth under his testicles until they, as
well as his rigid penis, were completely exposed. 

"You heard me," the Senator said, giving her his steely glint.  
"Kneel!"

Feeling hot with a mix of humiliation and arousal, Judith obeyed.
 She went to her knees before his exposed genitals.

He gave her a smile that seemed like that of a cat before a
saucer of milk. 

He spoke to them in his deep, gentlemanly voice, with its
Southern accent:

"You both can see what the mere thought of seeing Sheila's bodily
charms does to me.  As Judith knows, when I'm once aroused, I
never deny myself satisfaction."  

He looked down at the brunette again.

"Judith, you will provide me with that satisfaction.  While
Sheila shows me her body, you will suck my prick."


CHAPTER THIRTEEN: The Senator Continues his Abuse of  Judith and
Sheila

The two men  were gone now, and they had left Sheila alone with
this couple.  It was a great relief not to have been returned
again to that cabin with the four men, and her apprehension was
nearly gone.  These two didn't frighten her.  But they were a
strange couple.

A half-hour or so ago, when the two crewmen had brought her
upstairs, this brunette had opened the door, to greet them
essentially in the naked state she was in now.  All she wore then
were shoes and stockings that ended at her thighs and, above
them, except for a bit of jewelry the young woman had been naked.
 As she was now, kneeling between the man's legs and facing his
exposed sex organs, the only difference was that her jewelry had
been replaced by a collar and handcuffs.

Who are these two people?  They're not at all like Al and Ken. 
They both sound more cultured.  What does this couple have to do
with the island?

The young woman was directly in front of Sheila.  She was so
close, that whenever Sheila glanced down between her wide-spread,
stockinged legs, the woman's naked buttocks met her eyes.   The
brunette's handcuffed wrists were up between her shoulderblades,
held there by a taut chain to her collar.  Her black-stockinged
knees were her sole means of support and, to maintain her balance
with her hands behind her, the young woman had to keep her body,
from the neck down, motionless.  

The brunette leaned forward until her head was over his lap and
she lowered it.  She began moving her head, rhythmically, up and
down.

Ugh!  That's disgusting!  That man must be at least sixty!  She
can't be more than a few years older than I am, perhaps
twenty-five.  Why is she doing this?

Despite trying to keep her body motionless, the brunette
occasionally lost her balance, but the old man always caught her,
and kept her from falling.

Otherwise the man hardly noticed the brunette.  His attention,
Sheila could see, was entirely on herself.

He was a distinguished-looking, massive,  white-haired man. 
Probably he was once extremely handsome, and his features even
now were attractive.  His physique was also probably once
Apollo-like, but now he was nearly corpulent.  Sheila was 
embarrassed to be watching the woman degrade herself in this
manner.  But she felt a greater sense of repugnance that a man so
old would compel a young woman to do such a thing.

Compulsion had to be involved.  Sheila couldn't imagine why the
woman, who was almost as young as herself and sounded intelligent
and perceptive,  should otherwise obey the man so subserviently.

He must have some power over her.  She could be a prostitute. 
But she seemed too reluctant to do what he wanted to be one. 
Maybe she is one of the girls who's been on the island and has
been enslaved.

The man saw her looking at him and returned her gaze.  He placed
his hands on the back of the brunette's head, his fingers in her
hair.  He pushed the young woman's head down, until all Sheila
could see of it, framed as it was by the white cotton of the
man's shorts, was her hair.  The girl gagged, and she squirmed. 
Although her voice was too muffled to be certain, the sounds she
made had to be protests.

The man grimaced; he moaned, and he closed his eyes.

When he again opened them, he gave Sheila a smile.

She felt too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

"Your mouth feels exquisite, Judith," he said, looking down. 

Ellsworth wrapped his meaty hands around the girl's head.  His
fingers disappeared in her hair.  He moved her head up and down
as if he was using some inanimate object with which to
masturbate.

"Sheila," he said.  He didn't interrupt the action of his hands.

"Y-Yes?"  Sheila felt acutely embarrassed.

"That isn't your proper response."

"I'm sorry, Master."

"Much better.  Open your blouse.  You're not wearing a brassiere,
are you?"

"No, Master."

"Good.  Show me your tits."

Now I see why he handcuffed just my ankles.  He wants me to  use
my hands--to undress.

Sheila was proud of her breasts.  She knew that many men find
large breasts appealing.  Her embarrassment at watching the scene
actually dissipated as she unbuttoned her blouse and opened it.

"Very nice," he said, staring.  He licked his lips..  "You're
beautiful, Sheila.  It will be a great pleasure fucking you."

 There it is; he's going to screw me.  Not that I could do much
to prevent it if I  tried.  He's so big!  Attempting  to defend
myself it would be hopeless.   I'll submit to whatever he does to
me.  I'll just get it over with.

Thank god I got that patch.  But I still don't understand why
those four men used me the way they did.  They never had normal
intercourse with me.  Not once.

"Play with them," he said.

Now embarrassment returned.  Her face hot, she put her hands to
her breasts.  She tweaked her nipples, pinched them.   Flicked
them with her fingers.  They swelled and hardened.

"Push them together," he said.

She put her palms to their sides and squeezed them together.

"Mmm!" he exclaimed; he wet his lips again.  It was evidently a
habit he had.  Eli never did that. 

"What wonderful cleavage.  I'll certainly have to tit-fuck you."

His fingers were still about Judith's head, moving it slowly up
and down.  He began to accelerate his motion.  Suddenly, he
stopped, and he emitted a moan.  He looked down at the girl. 

"I'm close, Judith," he said.  "When I come, I want you to drink
it.."

Judith abruptly raised her head.   She said, "What?  B-But Pres .
. . I-I mean, Master!  I don't do that.  You know I don't!"

Ellsworth gripped the back of her head with one hand.  He forced
it back down, so far that the girl again gagged.  With his free
hand, he raised the whip.  He struck twice, hard- -first on one
buttock, then on the other. The room resounded with two loud
'crack!'s.

With each blow, the brunette emitted a muffled cry, to Sheila an
unintelligible 'Nnnf!'  She jerked her hips from one side to the
other, but she only succeeded in losing her balance.  Ellsworth
grasped her shoulders before she could fall.

"Perhaps not before, Judith," he responded coolly.  "But, you
will now."

"Sheila," he said, looking up;  "Raise your skirt above your
stockings.  Show me your cunt."

Now Sheila's embarrassment returned.  While holding her breasts
out for this man to view wasn't the same as showing them off to
Eli, it still stimulated her.   With Eli, she knew that he would
soon have his hands on them,  and she anticipated his fingers
gripping her nipples, sending thrills  through her.  And she knew
they would be followed by  his mouth.  Even though this old man
wasn't Eli, she still felt pleasure holding them out like this.

Showing her genitals was different.  It didn't matter how much
she examined herself with her hand mirror, she always thought
that they were ugly!  Even when Eli licked her and sucked her
clit, she eonly wanted him to do it when it was dark.  She hated
it when he left the lights on.  She was seldom able to come
then--only if the circumstances really turned her on.

"Show me your cunt!"  Ellsworth repeated.

Ellsworth lifted the whip from the chair arm.  "If I have to
repeat myself once more, I'll use this on you." 

He added, "Just think about the position you're in, with those
stocking legs of yours wide apart.  I can't whip your buttocks;
they're against the bed.  Think about it.   I'll have to whip you
where it will sting much more than it would on your ass."

"I'm sorry, Master," Sheila said, contritely. 

She released her breasts, and she lowered her hands to the hem of
her skirt.  She drew it up and then hesitated for a moment when
it reached the tops of her stockings.  She inhaled, gathered her
nerve, exhaled.  She pulled the hem up to her waist. 

My legs are spread so far!  God, my labia must be visible; they
must be gaping apart!

The white-haired gentleman smiled.  "In your photos your muff 
looked blonde.  Sometimes photographs don't accurately reproduce
color.  I'm pleased to see that yours did.  Pull your labia
apart.  I don't suppose that your clitoris is visible, but pull
up its hood anyway."

Blushing, Sheila did as he asked.  Conscious of his eyes
watching, she used the tips of her forefingers to spread her
labia in front.

"Not many women have gold fuzz on their labia. Still, I like your
pink inner ones even more.  Pull up the hood."

This felt strange, opening herself down there while he watched. 
It gave her a thrill.

"Do you masturbate a lot?" he asked.

"I, uh, some."  Blushing.

"Masturbate for me.  Give yourself an orgasm."

Sheila felt awkward.  "I-I don't know if I can . . . I mean, with
you watching."

"Try anyway.  When you're ready to come, spread your labia as
you're doing now.  I want to watch your clitoris.  Understand?"

"A-All right."

Sheila spread her labia further, using her other fingers as well
as her index ones.   She stroked in an oval motion around the
region of her hood, without touching it. 

She was conscious of his eyes watching.  They were fixed on her
hands.   As he watched, he moved Judith's head up and down,
slowly raising it and then quickly thrusting it into his lap. 
Sheila heard the sounds of gagging, but soon moans as well, which
she couldn't understand.  In any case, the man paid noattention.

How can I masturbate?--I'm so dry!  I should wet my fingers, but
I can't.  Not with him watching.

"Oh fuck I'm going to come!" the man exclaimed.  He looked down,
gripping Judith's head.

"Drink, you slut!"

Sheila, wide-eyed, saw him clamp his hands on the back of
Judith's head.  He rose out of his armchair, gripping it.   As he
pulled Judith's head--impaled as it was by his organ, with her
lips at its base--her body rose with it.  When he was on his
feet, she was on her knees with her back vertical.  Her buttocks
sat on the backs of her pumps, turning them sideways and twisting
her ankles into what had to be uncomfortable positions.

Ellsworth's eyes were closed.  He held his abdomen thrust
forward.  Sheila could see virtually none of her face.  His white
cotton shorts covered most of it.  His exposed testicles dangled
under her chin.

His organ jerked. 

Judith a muffled cry that Sheila couldn't interpret but sounded
like, "Nng-nng!"

Judith emitted a loud moan, one that continued so long that 
Sheila began to wonder when it would end.  The brunette
occasionally interrupted it with an audible gulp, followed by its
continuation. 

My god!  That sound she made must have lasted for a whole
minute--or more!  Why did she moan like that?  It couldn't have
been an orgasm!  But, what was it?

* * *

After his orgasm, Ellsworth didn't release Judith.  Instead, he
sat back down in his armchair, drawing her head back down with
him.  He gripped it with one beefy hand, and with the other he
motioned to Sheila.

"Your tits and cunt carried me away," he explained.  "Keep
masturbating.  Be sure to warn me when you're about to come."

He glanced down at Judith.  He raised his hand slightly, and
Judith raised her head the same distance.

"Lick it clean," he said.

God, he's disgusting!   How can he expect me to  masturbate?  I'm
not a bit excited, seeing him degrade her like this.  I'll never
get aroused,  I'm dry.   But, even  if I wet my fingers, it would
be hopeless.

"Master?" Sheila asked.  She hoped that she wouldn't anger him.

"What is it?" he replied, looking up.   Now he no longer seemed
the southern gentleman.  His eyes seemed to bore through her.

"I can't do it, M-Master.   I'll never come like this.  I'm
sorry--I-I just can't get aroused."

What will he do?  I hope he doesn't use that whip.  I could take
it on my buttocks, but not on my front!

"We'll fix that," he said.

He looked down at the brunette again.  "That was very pleasant,
Judith," he said.  "You surprised me; you really did."

He released her head and leaned back.

Judith attempted to sit up but lost her balance.  Ellsworth
quickly caught her by the shoulders and supported her.

Judith raised her head and looked at him.

"I told you I didn't want to--to do that," she said.  "You'll
have to use the whip to make me do that again!"

He laughed.  He replied, in a surprisingly mild tone, "For a
naked girl with her hands tied behind her, you're certainly
defiant, Judith."

"I'll have a surprise in store for you.  Soon, you'll be
surprised to see what you'll be willing to do."

He stood up.  Then, slipping his hands under Judith's armpits, 
he lifted her to her feet. 

"Turn around," he told her.

He grasped her about the waist, and he turned her until she faced
Sheila.

God I'm embarrassed!  Still, Judith must be much more ashamed.  
How could he do that to her?  Especially with me watching! 

I wonder if I should keep holding my skirt up?  I feel foolish
standing and holding it like this.  I sure don't want to anger
him. 

He seemed to  have a sadistic streak in him.  For whatever
reason, he was determined to humiliate Judith.  Sheila had no
intention of getting in his bad graces.

"Judith," Ellsworth said; "Sheila is having difficulty becoming
aroused.  That's unfortunate.  However, I have a remedy forthat.

"Your mouth did very well servicing my penis."

His smile looked replete with hypocrisy.  "Let's use it to
service Sheila's cunt."

"Get down on your knees again, Judith.  Sheila, please be so good
as to hold your skirt up for her.  Since she doesn't have the use
of her hands, you may have to spread those fur- covered lips for
her."

To Sheila, the brunette looked angry.  Judith didn't kneel.  She
half-turned away from Sheila to look up at him.

"What you made me do was disgusting.  Now you want me to act
lesbian.  I won't.  You'll have to make me!"

"That's easily done," he said, shrugging. 

The footstool was close to his feet.  He grasped Judith by the
waist with his two thick hands and bodily lay her with her belly
over the stool.  With her hands behind her, it was unnecessary to
hold her down as he reached back to the chair arm to retrieve the
whip.

Ellsworth brought the whip across Judith's buttocks, hard.  The
young woman emitted a loud "Ow!" and her feet rose off the
carpet.  She twisted on the ottoman, looking back  at him but
there was little she was capable of to dodge his blows, and he
brought it across her buttocks again.

He struck her again and again.

To Sheila's puzzlement, the brunette's cries changed in tone as
he whipped her.  Surely her buttocks had to be getting
increasingly sore, but instead of the "Ow!"s of her first few
cries, they became "Oh!"s.  Sheila looked down, and it was
evident that Judith's buttocks were a rose pink.

"All right!" she finally cried.  "I'll do what you want."

"Oh your knees, slut!" Ellsworth ordered. 

He grasped a fistful of her hair, and he pulled her by it to her
feet.  He shoved her toward Sheila.  She nearly fell, and Sheila
had quickly raise her hands to catch the brunette. 
Inadvertently, one hand squashed Judith's bare breast, but her
other arm went around the girl and caught her.

"Y-Yes, Master," Judith stammered. 

She awkwardly went again to her stockinged knees between Sheila's
spread--and similarly stockinged--legs.

"Raise you skirt higher," Ellsworth said.  Sheila obeyed, feeling
herself blush. 

Something touched her labia, lightly.  It tickled, but Sheila
knew the stroke of a tongue when she felt it.

The tickling continued, and moved about.   Sheila was too
embarrassed to watch.  She felt it insinuating between her outer
labia, and then licking her inner ones.  The tongue approached
her clit but avoided it.  It swept up the length of her vulva,
parting her inner lips like waves swept aside by a ship.  But it
avoided her clit.

"Stand up, Judith," she heard the man say.  "Kiss her."

Sheila watched as Judith, awkward without the use of her arms,
struggled to her feet.  Sheila saw that the brunette was
virtually her own height.  Judith had no need to raise or lower
her chin when Sheila felt the warm lips press her own.  She felt
the girl's tongue intrude between them; then it went between her
teeth.  It touched the roof of her mouth and stroked forward and
back.   It licked her own tongue.  Without consciously deciding
to, she licked Judith's intruding tongue.  Then her own tongue
penetrated Judith's lips. Her nose caught the scent of semen. 
She tasted lipstick, not her own.

It must be Judith's.  Mine is long gone.  I had none left after
blowing those four men.

Judith withdrew her mouth.  Sheila watched the girl's head
descend;  her face went between the lapels of her open blouse. 
Sheila felt a mouth on her nipple.  The touch was like an
electric shock.  She heard herself emit an "Oh!".

Judith nibbled it Sheila felt it harden.  Judith sucked it.  Her
mouth moved to the other nipple.  She swept her tongue up and
down over it until it was hard.  Then she pursed her lips about
it and sucked.

Sheila's face grew hot.  Oh my god.  I'm getting turned on.

Her heart raced.  She glanced toward Ellsworth.  He was back in
his chair, watching.  His penis projected out from his open
shorts.  It was hard, and bobbed in the air.

When Ellsworth noticed Sheila's eyes on him, he smiled.  He
encircled the shaft with a hand.  Keeping his gaze on her, he
began pumping it.

Judith went to her knees again, and Sheila felt her mouth.  
Teeth pulled her outer labia and nibbled them.  She felt the
tongue again.  It slithered slowly up her vulva.  The sensation
was no longer of tickling.

Oh god, my clit is hard!

The tongue touched her erect knob, very lightly.  Thrills shot up
her body.  The tongue teased her swollen organ with several light
brush-strokes,  then avoided it.

Judith pulled her head back.  Sheila felt the girl's eyes onher.

Sheila, her face hot, couldn't look down.

Don't stop don't stop! 

"Master, she's getting excited."

"I'm pleased, Judith.  Continue." 

Sheila saw him reach again into his white shorts.  His hand drew
out his balls again, below his exposed and rigid penis.   He lay
them exposed, on his shorts.  His eyes remained on her the entire
time.  He again grasped his organ and began pumping it.

"When she's close," he said, "Stop.  I'll make her stew a
little."

Judith avoided her clit.  Sheila felt that the slightest touch of
the brunette's tongue on it would send her into space.  Before
realizing it, she was thrusting her hips forward.  Sometimes she
caught Judith unawares, and she swept her vulva over the girl's
face. 

Sheila glanced over Judith's back at Ellsworth.  His eyes were on
her face, but sometimes he lowered them to look at the brunette.
Each time Sheila looked at him the hand gripping his erect organ
was pumping it more rapidly.  She looked down and observed that
Judith's eyes were closed.  Her head was bent back and what
Sheila could see of her face glistened.  Sheila's nostrils filled
with the scent of her own arousal.

Oh, god I want to come!  If I can just move faster--I'll ram my
clit against her mouth!

Sheila no longer cared what they thought of her.

Abruptly, Judith pulled her mouth off.  "I think she's close,"
she said.  A drop of fluid dangled from her chin.

"How is her clit?"

"Like a rock!"

He smiled.  "Does it look like a rock or feel like one?"

As he spoke Ellsworth continued to pump the skin of his erect
organ up and down, his hand moving with machine gun rapidity. 
His fist struck the cotton of his shorts with force sufficient
for Sheila to hear its 'slap-slap-slap-slap!'

The forefinger and thumb of his other hand encircled the skin
above his balls.  He held them out for the women to view.  He had
twisted them until the skin about them was taut and shiny.  They
resembled a pair of pink balloons that were stretched nearly to
the bursting point by a youngster sitting upon them.

"Her clit looks like a rock and feels like one, both."

Sheila's clit couldn't stand all this teasing!  She felt a
powerful urge to masturbate.  After all, it's what he had told
her to do.   But, he was so weird.  He might use the whip on her
if she attempted to put her hands to her genitals again before he
told her to.

I noticed that, for a while, the brunette has gotten away without
calling him 'Master'. He hasn't whipped her for that.

Ellsworth stood up.  He approached, continuing to fondle his
exposed genitals.

Judith turned her head, and she looked up at him.  "Are you going
to tell her to finger- fuck herself now?"

"I've gotten too horny.  Watching the two of you makes me want
something more active."

Judith raised her eyebrows.  "After the blowjob I just gaveyou?"

He nodded.  "This blonde really turns me on."

Isn't he going to let me come?!  Oh, Jesus!

"Get behind me," Ellsworth said.

"Behind you?" Judith asked.  She looked puzzled.

"You heard me!"

Judith struggled up again.   The moment she did, Ellsworth stood
before Sheila.  He towered over her.

Oh my god he's big.  He's like that lineman friend of Eli.  He
must be six-five or six-six!

He was still holding his genitals.  "Where would you like my
cock?" he asked, smiling down at her.  "In your mouth, your cunt,
or your ass?"

She flushed.

What should I tell him?  He's going to screw me no matter what I
say.  I don't want him to whip me as well,  by irritating him.

"Do I have a choice, Master?"

He nodded.  "Eventually I'll fuck you all three ways.  And I'll
certainly fuck you between the tits.  But not right now.  Where
would you like my prick?"

"In my mouth."

What they then did seemed  like one right out of a Gemini party
that Bill had experienced in California.  Ellsworth had her
remove her blouse and skirt and her shoes, but he told her to
leave on her stockings.  It left her 'dressed' just like the
brunette.

The man temporarily unbound the brunette's arms.  With Sheila's
aid, Ellsworth tied the brunette down on his double bed, on her
back.  He didn't bind her as Sheila expected, lengthwise on the
bed, but across it.  Judith's feet hung over the far side.  Her
head was nearly off it on the near side.  The two of them tied
her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed,
spread-eagling her.

"Sit on her face," he told Sheila, "with your back to the bed and
your feet on the carpet. If you want to come, ask Judith to suck
you off.  If she won't, then hold her head and fuck her face
until you come."

Sheila backed against the side of the bed and spread her legs. 
She straddled the brunette's head.  She tried not to put her
weight on Judith's head, but the attempt angered Ellsworth.  He
stood before her and, before she knew it he swung the whip
horizontally across both her breasts striking and indenting them
both.  It caused them to quiver like moldings of gelatin dropped
to the floor.  The pain was excruciating.

"Ow!" she cried, bursting into tears.

"I told you to sit!" he said. 

Shaking, and wiping her cheeks, Sheila complied.  She moved all
her weight onto the brunette's head.  She could feel her labia
spread and engulf Judith's face.

Without Sheila having to say a word, she felt Judith's lips
enclose her clit.

Oh god--this is heavenly!

Ellsworth didn't bother to remove his shorts.  Continuing to grip
his rigid organ in one hand and holdinghis twisted balls in the
other, he stood before Sheila.  Her position on Judith's head
raised her torso just sufficiently so her lips were in line with
his penis.

"You probably couldn't observe Judith's technique," Ellsworth
said; "but, for your information, she gives excellent head.  If
you aren't as proficient as she,  I'll have you trained.  Several
men on the island are noted for their impressive cocks. I'll have
them instruct you.  Once your jaws accommodate themselves to
satisfying large diameter organs, you'll be able to please any
man.  Moreover, when these men are done, you'll be a celebrity. 
With them as references, every man there will be after you.

"Now," Ellsworth said; "Demonstrate your best blowjob."

Standing before her, he removed his hands from his penis and
testicles.  The former sagged slightly and the latter dangled
from his open fly. 

Sheila reached up with one hand.  She encircled the base of his
penis with her long fingers.  Opening her mouth, she took the
head between her teeth.

Thank goodness this isn't in proportion to his physique.  It
would be as big as Jerry's.  It might feel great in my cunt, but
there's no way I could have gotten it in my mouth!

She was gratified that, unlike his actions with Judith, he didn't
pull her head down onto him.  He stood motionless, watching her.

I'd better give him a good one; this old man has a sadistic
streak.   I wouldn't like to feel that whip on my breasts again.
It's incredible how he hurt both of them with one blow.

I'll give him a bj like I gave Eli; he ought to love that!

She began by lightly pumping the skin from the base of the shaft
while holding the head in her mouth.  She wet it with saliva and
licked the underside of the head, lapping up and down over the
slit. 

Eli told me that he was most sensitive around the slit.  I guess
that's why he always drove it in so hard.  Lucky for me his cock
wasn't too long.  It never hit my uterus.

She took his balls in her free hand and twisted them.

I'd better get the skin tight like he did before it gets all
wrinkly and insensitive.

When she had them tight in the sack, she withdrew her mouth from
his cock to give them some attention.  She swept her tongue over
them, intent on covering every millimeter of the taut skin.  She
lowered and turned her head.  Using the tip of her tongue, she
flicked and jabbed their sensitive undersides, and between the
globes.  Gripping the skin above them with encircling fingers and
thumb so they dangled, she lapped them, making them swing back
and forth, pendulum-like.

Ellsworth moaned.  His legs shook, and he staggered.   Sheila
looked up.  His eyes had closed.

She put her mouth back on the shaft.  She commenced rocking,
holding her mouth so the head slid forward and back on her
tongue.  Unintentionally, the motion pressed her clit between
Judith's teeth.

Her clit was getting more and more excited.  Judith's lips around
it kept up a delicate but continuous sucking.  She was again
ready to take off.  This added turn-on of having a cock stuffed
in her mouth was going to make her first orgasm an explosion!

Jesus!  I'm going to come all over Judith's face if  this keeps
up.  Her chin, or whatever it is that I'm pressing down on, is
stimulating the hell out of my urethral sponge.  God, I'll be
really embarrassed if I ejaculate on her!

Ellsworth was moaning continuously. 

Occasionally Sheila looked up at him.  His face was distorted in
a grimace that was familiar to her.  Every guy's countenance
transformed something like that when she gave a really fat
blowjob! 

Sometimes Ellsworth opened his eyes, but not often.

He's concentrating  on how good his cock feels in my mouth.

"Jesus, Sheila," he exclaimed, opening his eyes, "You could give
lessons!"

Sheila smiled to herself.  She accelerated her rocking motions. 
She took the head deep into the back of her mouth, stopping just
before it gagged her.

 Before she expected it, Ellsworth emitted a loud yell, and semen
doused her tongue.  He cried, "Fuck! Fuck! Swallow it, bitch!"

Judith evidently heard him also.  Her tongue began to vigorously
lap Sheila's clit, and her lips alternately sucked it in between
her teeth and blew it out.

Sheila's own orgasm overwhelmed her.  She closed her eyes and, as
the waves coursed through her she yearned to yell, but her full
mouth made that impossible .  It was as powerful as any she'd
ever had.

Oh Christ--I'm having a double orgasm, clitoral and vaginal!  It
feels like I'm peeing-- poor Judith--I'm squirting all over her
face!

After the first taste of fluid on her tongue, Sheila pulled her
mouth from his organ.  She grasped the shaft in her hand and held
it an inch from her lips.  The next spurt doused her cheek, but
then she pressed the head down on her outthrust tongue, aimed
between her parted lips. 

All the subsequent squirts arced to the back of her mouth where,
with her eyes closed, she gulped them down.  


CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Janine & Holly in Training, Part Two

Holding her hand over her mouth, Holly sat beside Nina on the
sofa.  She looked over at the table.  Kelly was leaning over the
bound Janine.

Kelly put her face down close to the brunette's.  She said,
"What's my name?"

"Uh, Kelly," Janine responded. "I mean Mistress Kelly."

"That's better.  How old are you, Janine?"

"Twenty-two. . .  Mistress Kelly."

"I knew you were older than me! I'm eighteen.  That's funny, I'm
not as old as you but I'm your teacher.  Don't you think that's
funny, Janine?" 

"Yes, Mistress Kelly.  Very funny."

Crane thought he detected a strong portion of sarcasm in the
girl's response.  He interrupted.  "Kelly, I don't think Janine
is serious about her instruction. Do you?"

"No, Master.   I think she needs more incentive."

Kelly motioned to the guards, who had been watching from the bar.
 "Miguel, Jos , would one of you escort Holly here?  Please tie
her to the table next to the one that  Janine is on."

"I'll do it, Kelly," Miguel responded.  Holly was beside Nina on
the sofa.  She seemed preoccupied with opening her jaws to insert
fingers between her teeth and rearrange the wad in her mouth. 
Miguel walked over to her.  He reached down and grasped her hand.
 Holly looked up.

"Follow me?" he asked, smiling down at her.  Unlike Janine, she
nodded and tried to smile in reply.  She failed because of her
stuffed mouth, but she obediently stood up, and she allowed him
to lead her to a table close to Janine's.

At the table he told her, "Bend over.".  Blushing, she complied.
He bound her hands as he had the brunette's.  When he was
finished she was bent at the hips as Janine was, her legs
straight down to the floor and her body straight out on the
table.  Her  D-cup breasts were squashed under her.

"Shall I undo Janine now?" Kelly asked, looking at Crane.  "For
lesson Two?"

A little sex training of Janine will get me all the more horny
for tonight.

Crane replied, "Yes.  I'll get an armchair for her."

Crane stood up.  He pulled a wide-armed recliner over the carpet
until it was between the sofa on which Nina sat and his own
armchair.  Rita and the three men with her were watching.  They
must have realized that he was intending to move Janine to the
chair, because they immediately repositioned their own chairs.

Crane went to Janine and knelt down behind her.  He lifted one of
her feet, removed the ring of black nylon from it, then lowered
her foot and did the same with the other.  He stuffed the thong
in a pocket of his jeans.  Then he undid Janine's bonds and led
her toward the recliner.

As she reluctantly followed, she asked him, "Aren't you
interested in knowing who I am?"

"Learn to speak when you're told to," he responded.  He turned
her and shoved her backward.  She fell onto the armchair. 

"God you're uncivilized!" she exclaimed.  "Don't you know who I
am?"

Crane had what he sometimes thought was a pathological distaste
for having a person's story imposed upon him.  Even though he
planned to interrogate Janine, her offer of gratis information
annoyed him.

"No," he replied. "Nor do I care."

"Well, you should," she persisted.  "I'm the daughter of the
French Consul in New York!  Everyone must be looking for me.  You
could still let us go, you know.  Holly and I don't know for sure
where this is.  Of course,  I think this is Colombia, but I'm not
sure.  Have you notified my parents that you're holding me?  They
aren't millionaires, you know."

I don't know  if she's trying to intimidate me, impress me, or
annoy me.  In any case, she's interesting.  Brainy.  But,
foolish. 

"Why should I notify your parents?"

"For ransom.  Isn't that why you kidnapped us?"

Ransom certainly seems a plausible reason, even a probable one. 
But not if she considered the clients she's seen here, and the
collars on Kelly and Nina.  She's not thinking.

"Janine," Crane said; "Use the recliner.  Lean back."

She blushed.  "You know very well why I won't.  You have my
panties in your pocket.  Even if I were wearing them, I wouldn't
lie back.  I felt practically naked when that's all I had on
under this skirt."

"Well," Crane said, "your next lesson is going to require that
you do much more than that."

"Lesson?  You're acting crazy again.  Like this 'Master'
silliness."

"Lesson Two begins now," he said. 

"Lesson!" she exclaimed, mocking.  "Well, then, Master, just what
will you teach me?"

"You want to know what you'll be taught?" he responded, mildly. 
"It's simple enough-- to masturbate in public."

"W-What?" Her face turned pink.

"Pull up your skirt," he told her. 

"Spread your legs so your audience has an unobstructed view. 
Then, support your legs on the chair arms.  Lean back in the
recliner.  Finger-fuck yourself."

Blushing, she said, "I won't even listen to you."

"I haven't yet disciplined you for not addressing me properly. 
That's simply because teaching you this is more important. 
Punishing you for improperly addressing me will come later.Now,
lie back and play with yourself."

"You are crazy, aren't you?  I'm not listening to anything else
you say!"

"You don't think a whipping will persuade you to follow my
order?"

Her smile bordered on a sneer.  "Whip me until you draw blood for
all I care.  I'll never do what you said."

"Who said 'whip you'?"

"What?"  She looked puzzled.  "What do you mean?"

Crane, with a motion of his head,  indicated the girl bound to
the table.  "Your friend Holly is the one we'll whip."

Putting her hand in front of her mouth, Janine exclaimed,  "Oh,
no!  You're not serious!  You wouldn't do that!"

"Not only would I," Crane responded; "but you have just sixty
seconds to begin playing with yourself.  After that, Kelly will
begin whipping your friend Holly's ass."

* * *

Nina turned to Kelly, who was sitting beside her on the sofa, but
on its arm, not on a cushion.  "It looks like Crane is giving you
all the work today, Kelly."

Kelly laughed.  "I don't consider it work.  Do you?"

Crane called over to them. "Kelly, " he said, "I want you to use
the cat on Holly, not my belt."

Kelly nodded.  "O.K., Master Crane.  I need practice using a cat
anyway."  She turned to Nina.  "Can I borrow your cat, Nina?"

Nina reached down into her bag.  "Sure, Kelly," she responded. 
"But you should really take a walk to the shed and get a supply
of your own."

She handed the whip to Kelly, who promptly walked with it to the
table where Holly was bound.  Kelly stood behind the girl.

Crane watched her grip the hem of Holly's skirt.  She pulled it
up.  Of course, the girl was naked under the skirt, so the action
bared the girl's buttocks and genitals.  She raised the whip.

If it were Nina she'd have fingered Holly, to embarrass her more.
 Well, I won't say anything now.  I'll ask Nina to give her a few
pointers.  I don't need another trainer who has no recourse
except to the whip.

He saw Kelly look about the room, apparently to be sure everyone
was watching.  Kelly turned the whip, to hold it as if it were a
pen she was about to write something with on Holly's bare back. 
Kelly trailed its dangling plastic balls down the base of Holly's
spine, then further.  She drew them slowly between Holly's
buttocks and onto her pudenda.

That's better.  Good for Kelly.

Holly jerked her hips in a futile attempt to escape the contact,
only to strike her thighs against the table.  She emitted a
series of muffled protests that sounded to Crane like 'Nnn!'that
he presumed were intended as "No!"s, over and over, as she vainly
tried to avoid it.

Crane glanced at his watch. "Thirty seconds, Kelly!  I'll tell
you when to start whipping her."

Janine had still not leaned back in the recliner.  She was
staring down between her thighs.  Her hands gripped the hem of
her skirt, which she'd drawn up to her groin.

"Oh god!" she exclaimed.  "I can't do this.  I can't!"

Kelly was stroking the cat up and down, lightly, over Holly's
fur-covered outer labia.  The tiny balls bounced and danced on
the flesh, and Holly began twisting her hips, trying to avoid the
contact.  She uttered more muffled sounds that Nina supposed were
protests.  Her face was pink with embarrassment.

"Time Kelly!" he said.

"Can I whip her now?"

"Certainly."

Kelly was tentative at first.  She brought the cat across Holly's
ass without enough force to strike it in just one area.  The
tails scattered broadly over her rear, with one or two landing on
her labia.  She jumped, however, and she emitted a louder protest
than previously.

Crane looked down at Janine.  Her fingers still gripped her
skirt, holding it partway up, but she was looking over at Holly.

Crane said, "Kelly, you'll have to do better than that.  Janine
here needs encouragement."

"All right, Master Crane."  She bent down over Holly and told the
girl, "This is because your friend isn't cooperating." 

Kelly straightened up and drew her arm back.  She brought the
whip across the girl's thighs rather than on her buttocks, in a
hard, vicious blow.  It struck below Holly's ass, across her
labia as well as her thighs.  Several of the plastic balls
penetrated between the furry outer lips.

Holly's feet shot out from under her, and her body slid forward
across the table. The girl emitted what was doubtless a shriek. 
Muffled though it was, everyone in the room heard her 'Mmmmff!!'
Her head hung over the far edge of the table, and Kelly had to
pull her back by the waist, until her feet were again on the
carpet.

Tears ran down her cheeks, and Crane could see she was sobbing
although he could barely hear her.

Janine seemed frozen in her chair.  She was nervously gnawing her
lower lip, looking from Holly to her lap, her hand gripping the
hem of her skirt.

Kelly didn't wait for Holly's muffled sobs to cease.  She aimed
and again brought the whip across the girl's thighs; this time so
that virtually all the plastic bearings struck her pudenda.  A
countless number penetrated the outer furry ones to impact the
sensitive inner ones.

Holly's scream was muffled, as the previous one had been, but was
louder than the previous one.  The entire audience heard her loud
'Mmmmff!!'.  This time, Kelly held the girl's shoulder with her
free hand.  Instead of landing flat out on top of the table, her
hips thrust forward at the blow, and her thighs struck hard
against the table edge.

Besides the tears running down her cheeks, her sounds of sobbing
were audible in spite of the gag.  In her distress, some of the
black nylon had come loose from between her teeth, and an elastic
loop dangled from her lips to her chin.

"Oh, stop it, please!" Janine said from the recliner.  She wiped
tears from her eyes with her palms.  "I'll do what you want."

"We'll see," Crane said.  "Wait a moment, Kelly.  Hold up with
the whip until we see if Janine means it."

"I do," Janine said. 

She parted her legs.  She kept her eyes down.  She seemed too
embarrassed to meet anyone's eyes, and she kept them down as she
moved her thighs onto the arms of the chair.  She spread them so
that her legs, from the knees down, dangled over the sides. 
Blushing intensely, she drew up the hem of her skirt to her
waist.

Her muff was a jet black triangle.  Crane thought she must trim
it; it looked too well- formed.  Janine hesitated a moment; then
she inserted her forefingers between her labia and spread them.

"Push back the recliner!" he ordered; "When you sit up like that,
how do you expect anyone to see your cunt?!"

Janine reddened again.  She pressed her lips together, perhaps in
an effort not to cry.  Or, perhaps to suppress some retort. 

She gripped the chair arms and pushed back.  The chair back
abruptly fell behind her, and she fell with it, to lie prone. 
Her hips had been thrust up by the chair seat.  Her genitals were
in plain view to everyone.

"That's better," Crane said.  "Now, finger-fuck yourself.  Don't
hide what you're doing, or Kelly will resume disciplining your
blonde friend.  Show everyone how you masturbate."

"Oh, please!" she exclaimed, flushing.  "Don't talk like that."

"Be sure to make yourself come," Crane added.  "You'll keep doing
this until you  have an orgasm.  When you're about to have one,
tell me.  I'll put a finger on your clit.  I'm not going to let
you fake an orgasm."

Everyone watched as Janine moved her fingertips about in her
vulva.  She spread her inner labia about, and inserted fingers in
her vagina.

She began crying.  "I-I can't come like this.  I'm . . . I'm just
not excited.  I'm sorry.  I'm trying, but . . ."

Crane bent over her chair.  He put his forefinger between her
legs.

"You're dry," he said.  "Stick your fingers in your mouth.  Wet
your cunt with saliva."

Red-faced, Janine put her fingers to her lips and wet them. 
Crane continued to urge her until her labia glistened with
saliva.  Then, looking down, she began moving her fingertips
about in her vulva, slowly drawing them in an oval, spreading her
inner lips as they moved.  She avoided the hood to her clitoris
for a long time, but she periodically dipped first one, and then
two, and finally three fingers in her vagina.

"Master Crane, may I speak?" Nina called from the sofa.

"Yes, Nina.  What is it?"

"Um, a lot of new girls have this problem.  We usually cheat a
bit by getting them turned on first.  You know, like with a
vibrator.  If we have the time, sometimes we get a slave.  Of
either sex; my own preference is for a male.  I have him give her
a tongue job.  Then we let her continue on her own.   It's a bit
like starting a stove burner with a pilot light."

Crane smiled at the simile.  "It's a fine idea, Nina.  I have the
time; what's your preference?"

"I have a vibrator--two, actually--in my bag.  That's the easiest
way to turn her on."

* * *

"Oh god!" Janine exclaimed  She was holding her hands over her
face, too embarrassed to look at anyone.  She lay back in the
recliner, with her hips the highest part of her body, her legs
spread and supported on the arms.  Nina was kneeling on the
raised foot of the chair, holding the Magic Wand to Janine's
vulva.  The Rabbit was working away in Janine's vagina.

"Jesus, Master Crane!" Nina said.  "Her clit is pretty fucking
big!"

"Already?" Crane asked.  "Take the vibrator away so I can take a
look."

He bent over the chair and grasped Janine's outer labia, pulling
them wider apart.

"Oooh!" Janine said.

Crane smiled.  The girl's clitoris was indeed large; nearly the
size of his thumb.  "You must masturbate a lot," he said to
Janine.

"Oh please!" she exclaimed.  "Don't say that!"

"Are you close to an orgasm?" he asked. 

"I-I think so," she stammered. 

"Stop the Wand," he told Nina.  "And take out the Rabbit.  She's
liable to come any second."

Nina took the vibrators back to the sofa and her bag.

Janine lay as she had been while Nina was applying the toys, with
her hands over her face.  Crane reached down.  He slipped his
forefinger into her vulva.

"Oh!"  Janine said.  She took her hands away and looked up at
Crane.  "W-What are you doing?"

"Seeing how juicy you are."  He withdrew his finger.  "Here. 
Lick it off." His finger glistened and a droplet hung from his
fingertip.

"Oh, no--please!" she exclaimed, her face red.  She turned her
head aside.

"Whenever you're disobedient," he told her, "Holly will be
disciplined in your place.  Kelly!" he called. 

"Yes, Master?"

"Discipline Holly once more."

"Oh no!  Don't!" Janine cried.  "Wait--I'll do it."

She pulled herself up on the recliner, blushing.  She grasped
Crane's hand.  She held it before her face.  She extended her
tongue, and she licked his dripping forefinger.  When she had
finished, until only her saliva remained on it.

"Good," Crane said.  "You're learning.  Now finish masturbating.
Remember to warn me when you're about to come."

He went back to his armchair and seated himself. 

Although her face was still flushed, Janine seemed to have lost
her defiance.  She drew up her skirt again and she fixed it in
place by tucking the hem into its waist.  She avoided looking at
any of her audience.

She slipped her hands between her thighs.  Her forefingers went
between her labia, and soon she closed her eyes.  She emitted a
long sigh, and she leaned back.  Her fingers continued to stroke,
its motion revealed by the movement of her inner labia like the
wake to each side of a moving ship.

Her forefinger began wiggling from side to side, sweeping lightly
over her now exposed and swollen clitoris. 

Janine let out a deep breath.  She moved her other hand further
down and her long fingers curved in and disappeared.  Her hand
began to thrust in and out.

Working her clit with one hand and finger-fucking herself  with
the other.

Crane stood up again.  He bent over her.  "Stop what you're doing
and get up," he told her.

"W-What?" she responded, opening her eyes.  She looked up.
"Stop?"

"Yes.  Get out of the chair."

Crane grasped her arm, and he helped her from the recliner.

She was about to straighten her skirt, to remove the hem from
where it was tucked in, but he stopped her. 

"Leave it as it is," he told her.  "Come with me."

He grasped her hand, and he smiled when he felt her wet fingers.
He led her to the table where Rita and her three male co-client
companions were sitting.

"Janine will give you a personal performance," he told them. 
"Janine, masturbate for them."

The brunette blushed again.  "Oh . . . please!"  she said,
looking up at him, pleadingly.

Crane said nothing, and finally she looked back down in evident
surrender.

She asked,  "D-Do you want me t-to make myself come?" 
"Yes.  Tell me when you're close."

Standing with her legs apart, Janine began.  She closed her eyes
almost immediately.  Apparently she'd lost much of her defiance,
for her fingers worked at her clitoris and vagina without
reluctance. 

After a few minutes, one of the men at the table stood up.  He
stood before her, and he unbuttoned her blouse.  The interruption
caused Janine to open her eyes.  He sat back down, leaving her
blouse wide open with her breasts exposed.  Janine again closed
her eyes.

She began to moan.  Her hands moved faster.  Soon two fingertips
straddled her clit, working from side to side.

She opened her eyes and looked at Crane.

"I-I'm close," she told him.  "Master."

Crane reached between her legs.  He touched her swollen knob as
lightly as he could, but that was evidently enough.  Janine
emitted a loud moan.  He felt her spasms immediately.  He gently
stroked her organ, until she shuddered, and he removed his hand.


CHAPTER FIFTEEN: The Captives Arrive on the Island

After a wait of over an hour, during which sounds on the ship
diminished, the door was unbolted and two guards, each wearing a
tan uniform, appeared in the doorway. 

"We're going ashore now," one of the guards told them.  "None of
you speak unless a Master or a guard orders you to.  Follow me."

Sheila immediately stepped to the front, and she followed him out
the door.

I'll get right behind him.  If I'm up front I may be able to
observe things that people behind me won't be able to.

Sheila followed the man, who was black-haired and heavily tanned,
with a mustache.  He appeared young, possibly no older than she.
He and the other guards looked Mexican, or at least like actors
whom she'd seen play Mexicans in movies. .  She noticed, that
although he carried no revolver, he did have a device in his belt
which resembled a policeman's truncheon--except that the end
opposite the plastic handle looked metallic. She and the other
captives followed him up three flights of narrow, railinged
stairs that were so separated that Sheila was forced to lift her
feet high at each step

Oh god, what a mistake it was, to get in front.  Without my
panties on, I'm displaying everything with every step!

Her face felt on fire when the group finally stood on the upper
deck.  She felt so embarrassed that she didn't want to look back
at the captives who had followed her. 

A moment later Edgar was at her side.  He whispered, "I tried to
ask about you, but the few times a guard appeared, he wouldn't
say a thing.  He wouldn't even tell me if you were on the ship."

Looking around wasn't easy.  After the dimness of the cabin the
sunlight was blinding, and they were forced to squint just to see
the white sand of a beach a few hundred yards away.

Sheila led the group, following the guard down a long ramp.  It
led from the deck to a pier that stood high out of the water on
concrete pillars.

Anyway, by being in front I'll see more of the island. 

When they reached the beach their eyes had partially adjusted to
the sunlight, and they saw that the wood of the pier connected to
a long boardwalk that extended to the left and right, paralleling
the shoreline and beach. The guard turned to the right, and the
group followed.

Because of the sun's heat, Sheila felt grateful for the lightness
of her garments.  After several minutes they reached a grove of
trees where the boardwalk ended.

Sitting in the shade in plastic chairs and sipping drinks were
about a dozen men and three women, all elegantly dressed in
tropical wear, the men in white.  Sheila guessed that three of
the women, two of them blondes (probably bleached) and the other
a brunette were probably in their forties.  All three wore
diaphanous evening gowns as transparent as the captives'
garments.  Although she was afraid to stare, Sheila managed to
examine the brunette from the corner of her eyes.  She couldn't
perceive anything under the woman's thin blue outerwear, either
above or below her waist.

One of the blonde women was arrayed in an excess of jewelry and
wore a scarlet gown.  The brunette, who was attired in a tasteful
sky blue gown, must have been voluptuous when younger.  Her
figure was still attractive but her abdomen and hips had acquired
more girth than she probably wanted.

The younger woman was a trim redhead with a pretty face and an
attractive, slender, school-girlish figure.  She wore a white
miniskirt that displayed her fine legs, a white halter that
contained apparently fine breasts, ones that probably took B-cup
brassieres when she wore them, and sandals.

Despite the prisoners having being warned not to talk, Edgar
risked a whispered, "Rich".   Sheila gave him a surreptitious
nod.  
After the group of prisoners were halted, one of the men in
white, a tall, muscular man with a hawk-nose and wearing a
broad-brimmed hat, got up from his chair.  He turned to face his
well-dressed companions and asked,  "What do you think of them?"
 They took their time.   One of the other men stood and
approached the boardwalk. He examined Sheila first, looking her
up and down; then he examined the other women and girls, scanning
each figure leisurely.   Finally he smiled and said,  "You've
outdone yourself, Crane.  This bunch is fantastic."    "For once,
John, I agree with you, the redhead said.  Crane, you're to be 
congratulated.  These girls are model material."    John said,
"Almost every one could be a Playboy centerfold.  Where the fuck
did you find them?"

The tall man smiled.  "That has to be a trade secret, John.  All
I can say is it was an involved operation acquiring them.  And
expensive.

"Remember that during the bidding.  For those attending an
auction for the first time, I'll inform you now that the starting
figure is ten, so don't pretend to be shocked when I repeat that
later.  If you really want to compliment me, don't be niggardly
during the bidding."   "The men aren't bad, either, Crane," the
blonde woman said.  "I'm glad you brought six this time.  Were
you thinking of me when you chose them?"    "I'm always thinking
of you, Deirdre."    Another of the seated men spoke.  "You have
taste, Crane.   Nice teats on every one.  That one at the end,
especially.  Have her give us a look at her knockers."   Sheila
glanced back.  She supposed the man was referring to the petite
college girl with the long black hair, Robyn.   "You'll have to
wait until later, George.  There will be time to see what she has
during the auction."    The buxom woman wearing all the jewelry
said, "George has the usual big tit fetish that all you men have.
 You men should realize that shape is more important than size."
  Another man snorted.  "I'm a tit man, too, Rita; I agree with
you.  They're all fine with me, even the ones on the skinny
broad.  Any set of knockers bigger than buttons is fine with me
if they're shaped nice."   "Screw that!" another man disputed. 
"I 'm with George.  When it comes to teats, the bigger the
better.  When I get a new slave, the first thing I make her do is
push her tits together for me to fuck.   For that, they have to
be big."    "Speaking of sizes, Crane," the blonde wearing the
excessive jewelry interjected; "I hope that this time you got at
least one man with a good-sized cock."    "Rita," Crane
responded; "Do you expect me to advertise for them?  Anyway, I
have no idea what you'd consider 'good-sized'."    "Well, if you
don't, let's have a look at them!  With all the bidding that will
go on for these adorable females, it will be dinner time before
you get to the men!"    Crane shrugged.  "O.K., but let's make it
quick.  I need to process them and then have them made up and
dressed.  I want to start the auction with plenty of daylight. 
Guard!  Direct the males to show the ladies their assets."

The lead guard motioned to Edgar and the other men, indicating
that he wanted  them to raise their aprons.  Although he didn't
act pleased by the request, Edgar raised his apron to  his navel.
 All but one of the other males did the same. 

Bill, Jane's young boyfriend, a husky nineteen year old who
looked built for football, refused.    "You there," a guard
shouted; "Raise it up!"    "Not in front of these women.  Who in
hell do you think you are?" he responded.    Two guards
approached him.  Bill didn't appear at all intimidated.  He
sneered.  Bill was at least  a head taller than either of them,
and at least fifty pounds heavier.  He looked confident and,
considering the disparity in size, probably expected no more 
than an argument.    The two guards were holding the rods and,
when one passed near Sheila, she realized that what had appeared
to be a glass or clear plastic lens was actually shiny metal. 
The guard passed slightly behind Bill and deftly shoved the tip
beneath the young man's buttocks.  He flicked it upward between
Bill's legs. 

Bill emitted a cry.  He fell, groaning, to his knees off of the
boardwalk and into the sand.     "Jesus!" he said, bent over in
the sand on his knees.  He was retching, his hands holding his
testicles.    Crane said, "You've just seen the effect of one of
our slave  training tools, a cattle prod.  Any slave considering
disobedience should consider its effect on that young man.  A few
thousand volts applied to a sensitive area of your body will
produce dramatic improvements in your behavior. 
"We seldom need to use them.  One application is usually
sufficient. We also use whips.  They aren't as effective.  You'll
find you can tolerate the whips.  Because of that, you'll find
that some masters will use the whips on you simply for their
pleasure.  That's their concern, I have no interest in how
Masters amuse themselves.    "In the next few weeks, most of you
will be trained.  You'll do chores such as kitchen  duties, meal
serving, cleaning, and so on.  Those activities we would
otherwise need to  pay servants for.  We pay no servants here. 
You slaves will do all of the tedious work.    "Of course, your
work as servants, although necessary, is not why you were brought
here.   We have a wealthy clientele.  We provide them with
beautiful women to use for their pleasure.  Generally, we train a
new slave before she is delivered to the client who purchases
her, so she has the knowledge and experience to satisfy his every
desire, without the need for him to explain.  He need do no more
than state his wishes. 
"A few masters prefer an untrained slave, a girl or woman just as
you are, right off the boat.  Such a master prefers to initiate
the female himself.  In such cases, we deliver her to her master
with her neck, wrists, and ankles suitably manacled.  The
bracelets, as well as her collar have snap hooks to fit fixtures
in  our client's apartment, so we can locate and position her
where he wishes.  Each of you will visit one of the apartments
and, when you do, you'll note that the fixtures are not solely
attached to his bed.   Several walls have them, as do the floors
of the bedroom and kitchen, as well as the dining room and
kitchen tables.   "Six of you happen to be men.  I'll speak for
your benefit now.  Although I chiefly import women--since most of
our clients are men, and they are usually heterosexual--I do
intentionally obtain some men.  I also get a few accidentally in
the process of obtaining women. 
"We have a few women clients.  You men will be their slaves.  Our
women clients have, I would say, varied tastes, even more so than
our male clients.   Not infrequently, one of our female clients
purchases a girl, or even a couple. 
"I have a few more comments about you females.  Some of you,
especially the younger ones among you, may be inexperienced in
some sexual practices.   I realize that two or three of you are
only sixteen or seventeen years old.  You need not worry; you'll
be thoroughly trained.  When you're released to your Master's
custody, you'll be able to provide him with whatever he desires
of you."   A female slave in a blue shift produced a prod from
her pocket.  He held it up.  To Sheila it looked rather longer
and fatter than the one the guard had used on Bill. 
"This is the type of prod used by our clients, as well as by an
occasional guest.  It has an on-off switch accessible to the
wielder's thumb.   In the base is a voltage dial.  You've
probably noticed the phallic contour of the metallic, 'business',
end of the prod.    I'm sure you can guess the purpose for that.
"Here, our clients and guests--also our trainers I might
add--have considerably more discretion than the guards in how
they use the prods.  Sometimes a slave approaches me with
complaints about how her Master uses his.  Please don't  waste my
time with such complaints.  I have no interest or opinion
concerning how your Master utilizes prods or other means of
discipline.  When you've been sold and I've been paid for you, my
interest in you ends."

He paused, looking thoughtful.  "There is one exception to that.
A few slaves have special status here.  They work for me
exclusively, and they have special privileges.  If one of you has
such an interest in working for me, I'll be willing to interview
you.

"One more thing.  I'll try to be brief.  This afternoon will be a
busy one for you.  You'll be required to provide information
about yourself, in writing.  You'll be given a thorough
examination.  You'll be prepared for the auction, which means
you'll be bathed, perhaps shaved, made up, and suitably dressed
to attract bids.   You'll be auctioned off.  Then, if your new
owner chooses to have my staff train you, you'll be taken to a
two-person cell, where you'll stay during your training period. 
If your new owner prefers to receive you untrained, you'll be
delivered tonight to his apartment.

"The auction should take place before dinner tonight, at around
seven.  The auction for the men will follow dinner, and will be
at around ten-thirty."



To be continued . . .

The Author would appreciate feedback from Readers, especially:
What you'd like to see in future chapters (perversions, abuse,
body modification, or anything else.) What you liked. What you
disliked. Whatever you feel like suggesting. Whatever strikes
your fancy.

Email the author at mdotmersereau@aol.com


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