Chapter 18: Crane Abuses the French Consul's Daughter, Janine

Crane was fond of mysteries and he was in his bedoom reading, holding a Chandler novel in one hand. It was an hour and a half after dinner, and he was sitting in the cushioned armchair that faced the foot of his bed. Beside him on the lamp table was a full goblet and a half-empty bottle of red Bordeaux. He sipped from the glass as he read.

Behind him was the open door to his living room. One of the two doors to his right, the one to his bathroom, was also ajar. But, the door next to it, was closed and locked. It had been since dinner time. Occasionally a prolonged moan came through the closed door, but the sounds, from feminine vocal cords, seldom distracted him from his book. On the odd occasion when they did, Crane ascribed it to some amusing thought that it evoked, such as Mike's complaints about all the batteries that Sarah was consuming.

I'll tell her to use corded vibrators more, despite their restricting her to the proximity of outlets. Once, Crane's orders to Sarah had necessitated that she take more than three hours of persistent vibrator use, one to her clitoris and another in her vagina. Now she had an impressive supply of vibrators but she no longer required more than one. Sarah had given up counting her orgasms, Crane knew that. There were too many. When he asked, he knew that she lied, but he didn't care, so long as she understood that he wanted her to have a lot of them.

Every night, Crane compelled her to devote two hours to producing cunt juice.

Crane's reading was interrupted by a knock on the living room door.

Turning his head, Crane called, "It's open; come in!"

It was Kelly. She led in Janine by a leash. The brunette's wrists were manacled tightly behind her back to a taut chain to the back of her collar. She was dressed in a first day trainee's uniform. The hem of her white nylon blouse ended above her navel. She wore a pleated cotton skirt with black and white stripes. Her long legs were covered by black nylon thigh-high hose. Crane assumed that under her skirt, she was naked. Through her semi-transparent blouse he could see her nipples. That at least confirmed her lack of brassiere. Black velvet slippers covered her stockinged feet.

He glanced at the clock. Exactly nine-thirty. "Is she all ready?" he inquired.

"Nina told me how you intend to use her, and I prepared her myself." She put her hand over her mouth to cover a smile. "Suppose I tie her face down on the bed? You can use her whenever you want. You'll only need to pull up her skirt."

Crane pondered.

He glanced at Kelly. She was observing Janine's expression, a smirk on her face. She probably was hoping for some reaction to her words from the brunette. But Janine--for once--was impassive. Perhaps the trainers had whipped the brunette enough so she'd finally learned the value of remaining silent.

"No," Crane decided. "I'll use her standing up. Tie her facing the foot of the bed. Have her bent over the bar with her head and body on the bedspread. Not too far up on it. I want her ass to be accessible."

"I get turned on when I see a girl get it between the cheeks," Kelly said.

"You do?" Crane responded, surprised. He shrugged. "Well, I certainly find female buttocks alluring."

Kelly withdrew several sets of handcuffs from her shoulder bag and carried them to the foot of the bed.

"Oh, Kelly," he added; "tie her so her legs are apart. I want to play with her cunt while I use her ass."

"Yes, Master. I'll manacle her ankles to the bed legs. That will keep her thighs well- apart. Come to the bed, Janine," she said.

The brunette didn't move, and Kelly had to reach for the leash, which was hanging from a ring in Janine's collar directly beneath her chin. She pulled it with a sudden, hard jerk.

Janine stumbled and nearly fell. The young woman gave Kelly an angry look, but she said nothing. She followed Kelly to the foot of the bed.

She pretends that the whippings don't affect her, but it appears that she's learning. So, perhaps they do. Kelly knelt, and she pulled Janine's leg close to one pair of handcuffs that she had attached to the foot of the bed on the right side. She clamped the open cuff about the girl's ankle.

She moved on her knees to the left side, grasped Janine's other ankle, and pulled. "Lift your foot!" she ordered.

"The bed legs are too far apart!" Janine complained. She was obliged to spread her legs wide apart in order to reach the other open cuff, which Kelly then clamped about her left ankle.

"You'll survive," Kelly said, and she stood up.

Five years previously, when Crane took over management of the island, his assignment was to produce as much money as possible from the endeavor. He had to keep meticulous records of how he spent his backers' initial infusion of capital as well as incoming receipts from clients. Aside from those two provisos, Crane was allowed considerable latitude in his modus operandi.

Crane had not been slow in deriving fringe benefits from his assignment.

Soon after the first shipment of females arrived, Crane put the machinists who had constructed the Training Center, to work on modifying his own quarters and bed. The machinists modified his bed, providing it with restraints of several types, including manacles that allowed him to position a female for use in whatever manner that he fancied.

The workmen had welded handcuffs, chains, and hooks to the sides of the bed frame at positions halfway down its length, and at its head and foot. After modifying his bed, the machinists positioned brackets with attached handcuffs to the walls of his bedroom. When their work was complete, at least three females could be quartered simultaneously in his suite, kept suitably manacled for his use at any hour, day or night.

The initial shipment of females to the island amounted to six. They arrived one month before the arrival of the first clients. Crane explained to his backers that a month was necessary for training trainers as well as for training the first slaves. On arrival of the six girls, Crane selected three for his own use. These were positioned in the three wall mounts in his apartment, their wrists and ankles gripped by manacles. The three remaining females were stored in basement cells for use later.

After a week, Crane allowed the trainers to remove the first three girls and take them down to the basement Training Center for slave training. They were replaced in his apartment by the remaining three; these serviced Crane for the following week.

The island became a year-round resort for wealthy men who sought sexual outlet of sorts that they could not readily obtain elsewhere. Gradually, even a few wealthy, adventure- seeking women sojourned on the island.

Crane continued his practice of enjoying newly abducted girls.

However, he became discriminating. He took only females in whom he took some interest. That interest might be general, meaning that he found the girl desirable. He would use such a girl in any number of ways, depending on his mood. His interest in her might be specific, as it was with buxom girls. Such a girl he fucked exclusively between the breasts, culminating the act by ejaculating between her widely parted lips.

Sometimes the contours of a female's buttocks attracted his notice. With that type, he satisfied himself exclusively in her ass. A girl with attractive, chubby buttocks might spend every night tied face down on his bed. Such a girl was often the least fortunate, as Crane frequently fell asleep after an orgasm, sometimes while the girl was still cushioned beneath him, his cock stuffed in her anus.

When Kelly had finished manacling Janine's ankles to the legs of the bed, Janine was left standing with her bare belly against the bar at the foot of the bed.

Crane stood up then. He walked to the bed. He looked at Janine. The brunette returned a venomous look.

"Aren't you ashamed to rape helpless women?" she said.

"Not at all," Crane replied.

Crane felt an urge to explain his motives to the young woman. He supposed that the fact that her face and figure appealed to his taste was part of the reason. In any event, he desisted: It might allow her to resist training, at least to some extent.

Janine, we use the stick and the carrot. They are just as effective here as they are in any school. You'll be punished only when you fail to learn. If you act in ways we instruct you to, we'll reward you. Initially, you'll do our bidding to avoid the whip. Eventually you'll do it because it thrills you.

"Bend over the bar," he told her.

She did nothing.

Crane shoved her. He pushed between her shoulder blades and forced her over the bar until she was face down on the coverlet. Janine was bent at the hips in the position Crane wanted her, with her buttocks protruding to the rear. Her short skirt had crept up until it covered only the very tops of her buttocks, the slight depression just below her coccyx. Their hills were in full view, as were her genitals. As a result of her wide-spread legs, her labia gaped open. Crane could see her pink inner lips in their entirety, unobscured by her outer ones, with their enclosing oval of black fur.

Kelly re-attached the leash to a ring at the back of Janine's collar. She pulled the grip end toward the head of the bed and tied it firmly to a vertical bar. Janine would be unable to raise her shoulders, even one inch, from the counterpane.

When they had finished, the brunette was bent forward at the hips over the bar, with her upper body prone on the counterpane. Janine lay helpless, her head on the coverlet, cheek down. All she could do was watch and wait.

Crane moved the armchair until it faced the foot of the bed and Janine's rear. He took a key that lay beside the wine bottle.

"Kelly," he said; holding it out; "Sarah is in the playroom. Please ask her to come out. Be sure she brings the two vibrators that she's been using."

"Yes, Master."

She took the key from his upturned palm. She gave Crane a smirk, "I could tell something good was going on in there!"

She unlocked the closed door. However, instead of opening it, she gave the wood three hard knuckle-raps.

"Yes Master?!" came Sarah's voice. "I-I'm not ready, yet, Master. Please give me another fifteen min..."

"Sarah, it's me!" Kelly yelled. "Master Crane wants you out, now!"

"He does? Uh, wait a sec, Kelly. I'm, uh, stark, you know. I need to throw on some clothes."

"I don't think Master Crane wants you dressed, Sarah. He has work for you."

"B-But... does he want me like this?"

Crane observed Kelly's smile and couldn't resist smiling himself. He drained the goblet.

"Hurry up!" Kelly urged. "Come as you are!" and she rattled the knob.

The door opened. Sarah was in the doorway, naked and blushing. She looked over at Crane. "Do you really want me like this, Master?"

"Yes. Where are the vibrators?"

"Oops!"

She turned about, disappeared and quickly reappeared. She trotted through the doorway, her B cup breasts bouncing. She was holding two almond-colored plastic, smoothie vibrators in one hand.

Crane said, "Kelly, you can leave. Get back downstairs and help Nina and the men."

"Yes, Master." Kelly left the room. A moment later Crane heard the door living room door open and close.

Sarah stopped, halfway across the room. She gave a puzzled look at the young woman who was bound over the bar at the foot of Crane's bed. "I don't recognize her, Master. Is she a new trainee?"

He nodded. "Her name is Janine. I want you to help me with her, Sarah."

"Yes Master." She held out her hand. Her fingers gripped the vibrators by their rear ends. "These are still juicy. Do you want her to clean them?"

"How about the cup? Is it half full?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, Master." She looked down, blushing.

"It--It's only about a quarter full. I was enjoying myself, Master. I-I didn't realize that you wanted me to hurry. I'll get a whip from the top drawer. Do you want the cat or the strap?"

"I'm not going to whip you. Let me give you a bit of advice. Never hurry when you play with yourself. You'll be less juicy, not more."

"But, what about her, Master, Crane? Don't you need a whip for her?"

"Yes. Janine requires more coercion than I anticipated. A few days ago, whipping only embarrassed her. We had to whip her roommate before she would comply."

"Really?" Sarah said. She smiled. "May I make a suggestion, Master?"

"I'm listening."

"I know you don't use it much, Master," she said, "but why not use your prod on her?"

Crane raised his eyebrows.

I wonder if Sarah has ever felt a prod herself? Perhaps she saw it used when the guards told all the new girls to undress. How many females here would suggest that? Maybe I'll promote her to a third female trainer. But let's see if she has the balls for it. "Where would you propose I apply it to her?" he asked. "Well," she said, looking down at the brunette; "You can't touch her boobs. Not with her face down like that. But she's still in a good position for it. The breasts aren't the only places where a girl is sensitive. Shall I get your prod?"

"Get my whip and prod, both. There are two whips in my top drawer; get me the one with a strap, not the stranded one. I haven't used the prod in a while, so it's probably buried on the bottom under clothing."

Sarah had been holding the two vibrators gingerly by their bases as if their bodies were too hot to grip. She set them down on the lamp table beside the wine bottle, balancing them on their flat rear ends.