The Task Force
Copyright© 2022 by Desolation Arts
Chapter 6
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 6 - An uppity law maker takes a shot at The Foundation and must be dealt with. Intrigue within the organization continues as Dominiques trustee slaves fight for an important position within the organization.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Blackmail NonConsensual Rape Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture Violence
Dominique stood over Debra Markus, amused, as she squirmed against the straps that held her limbs to a steel chair. She wore a stylish pants suit like many female politicians often do. Of course, now the ensemble was, ridiculously disheveled, with one shoulder protruding from a badly stretched blouse. Her suit jacket was torn and caked with dirt. One bra strap dangled out from under her shirt where her shoulder was exposed. Her collector must have gotten fresh while she was in his care. Her hair fell in a mess, across her shoulders, in stark contrast to the tightly bound hair bun she typically wore in public.
Debra looked up, her face contorted to accommodate the huge ball gag that stretched her jaw, her eyes wet, and brow clenched in fear. “Hello, Senator, we need to have a chat,” Dominique said, unfolding a chair and taking a seat beside her trapped victim. “I saw you on the news. Well, your task force already accomplished one thing, you now know where all those women have been disappearing to. Because you’re one of them now.” Debra’s struggles increased as Dominique connected the dots for her. “You are luckier than most, though, because my hope is that you will be a catch and release situation.” Dominique removed Debra’s gag, “You may speak.”
Debra took a moment to summon words in her parched mouth. “You want me to kill the task force bill?” Debra said, in a tiny unsure voice.
It made Dominique smile, at how quickly the Senator offered her bill for negotiation. That was a good sign that Ms. Markus would be amenable to an arrangement. “Not exactly.”
“Please, just tell me what you want from me.”
“I want you to pass the bill.”
“But it will shut you down?”
“Let me show you something.” Dominique flipped a switch and a viewing window opened up. Through the window was a well-furnished apartment. It looked like a common studio space you might rent in a crowded city. “Look closely at the young woman asleep in that bed.”
Debra leaned forward the best she could and then Dominique saw recognition on her face. “You fucking cunt, I’ll goddamn kill you,” Debra burst into motion against the straps as she realized that the woman in the bed was her sister, Amber.
“Is that anyway for a respectable Senator to speak. She hasn’t been hurt, and won’t ever be, as long as you cooperate.”
“I am already willing to kill my own bill what else do you want from me?”
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