Chapter 34: The Senator Abuses Lindsey

Ellsworth enjoyed a light breakfast in the Coffee Shop. He preferred it to the Restaurant since there were always a few of the attractive blue girls in the Coffee Shop. At this hour the Restaurant would be sparsely occupied; not only that, but the occupants would probably be solely male. Here, besides the blue girls, he sometimes found a female slave in the room, an incidental bonus for him if her trainer stopped for a cup of coffee on his way to the T.C.

The slave's escort usually sat at the counter, nursing a cup of coffee, while the slave was obliged to kneel beside him on the floor like a pet dog, the loop of her leash clipped to his belt. The Senator was delighted whenever he found a slave there and, if a seat close to her happened to be vacant, he took it. If not, he usually chose a booth, from where he could look over her figure. Despite his dislike of Crane, Ellsworth conceded that the manager of this resort did keep the desires of his guests in mind. The attire of his captives was always transparent and thin enough to reward Ellsworth's effort to rise as early as the trainers and break his fast in the Coffee Shop.

This morning he found the buxom blonde girl Kelly seated at the counter, and he took a stool beside her. Ellsworth liked her figure, even though a number of the male clients considered her somewhat overweight. The column dress that she wore regrettably smoothed out the contours of her tits and ass somewhat, but the bumps of her tits, at least, were visible through it. Besides, they were ample enough for him enjoy viewing them anyway. As for what he couldn't see, he knew the video tape of her escapade with Lindsey virtually by heart. She had big tits; he would bet that they were D cup. The weight she had put on since recording the tape certainly wouldn't have reduced their dimensions.

Kelly's face was rounded, and he thought she looked a bit naïve with her turned-up nose and pink cheeks. Her shoulder length hair was a dirty blond. Ellsworth didn't like it much. Certainly nowhere near as much as he did the dark gold and long tresses of her hair as it had been when the tape had been recorded. That had been nearly two years ago, before she'd obtained a position as a blue girl. He supposed that dyeing it now would have added more hours to her already long days.

She had finished her second cup of coffee, and she put down her cup, slid from the stool, and headed toward the doorway. The Senator followed the undulations of her hips until she exited.

Before my stay here ends, I'll find a way to fuck her.

The Senator finished his fourth chocolate donut, washed it down with the last of his coffee, and stood up. He had orders for the female cosmetics executive. He supposed she would still be in bed; female clients usually slept late. He'd enjoy awakening her. There was no advantage in courtesy, no more than there had been toward Judith during his last day on the ship. He thought then of his former aide. Crane hadn't included her in the auction for some reason.

Crane evidently intends to cheat me. We agreed to split the amount she's sold for. Maybe she won't sell for his ten grand floor bid, but she could. If I grill him, he'll invent reasons that it's necessary to put off her auction until I have to return to Washington. That won't do.

In any case he wanted to find out where Judith was. If she were already in a cell, it would be amusing to visit her. Presumably, like the other females stored in those basement cells, her hands would be manacled and she would be naked. He could do whatever he liked with her and, if Crane hadn't yet informed her that she'd been sold into slavery, she would be especially unprepared for the abuse that he had in mind for her.

The Senator hummed as he rode the elevator up to the third floor.

The view through the clear glass this morning was magnificent. He could see fringes of the jungle to the north and the south. The dark blue of the sea was decorated with sparkling flashes from the sun behind him. It reflected off the waves.

Although Ellsworth disliked Crane, he admitted that the man had taste. Taste in women, of course; that was his forte. But also in the other luxuries that made Ellsworth's vacations on the island so satisfying. This view was evidence of that.

Then there were the ingenious racks that he had glimpsed yesterday, downstairs in the Machine Shop. The designs showed considerable foresight, and he'd seen ones that hadn't existed last year. In some, a girl could be mounted in a way that gripped only her wrists and ankles and which provided her abuser with access to every sensitive part of her anatomy. He tried to imagine all of the ways in a girl could be sexually manipulated when mounted in them. It made his head swim.

The elevator stopped at 3. He exited and headed down the hallway, eager to see the lesbian.

He hoped Madame LeBeau would be asleep; it would be a pleasure to jar her awake with his knock.

Threatening to send the tape of her to the media and her rivals in Paris had compelled her to successfully bid for Crane's most expensive slave, Sheila Ericson. Sheila was a young housewife, and her husband had been taken by Crane's men also. He smiled. He could hardly wait to begin working on her. He'd like to find out who had purchased her husband. A party featuring the two of them should draw a record number of guests.

He chuckled aloud. All he'd paid for the tape was a paltry one hundred dollars. Although the amount was negligible; it was a matter of principle to recoup from Madame LeBeau the money he had spent for the tape.

His success with the cosmetics executive was an incentive to apply the same tactic to acquire power over other female clients. For that, cooperation by the young guard Miguel would be necessary, but the boy had already displayed some turpitude. It would be easy to push him deeper in the mire. He could afford to offer him far more than the paltry one hundred that he'd given for Lindsey's tape. After all, it would be the LeBeau woman's money.

As for Lindsey, he supposed that she would eventually run dry of her savings, but that needn't be a serious concern. If he were adroit enough, by then he would have other sources of funds. As for the fate of the lesbian, she could still be of use by servicing him with her body.

His phone call to her last night indicated that she was still going to be obstinate. He would deal with that this morning.

There were practical matters to consider.

I'll direct her to rent a couple of racks, one for her and one for the blonde.

He'd overheard Rita talking with one of the other female clients about Crane's own slaves. Evidently the man kept three females in his suite. He kept all three of them mounted; so they were available for his use at any time, day or night. Unlike the rented slaves that clients used at parties, which were used principally to entertain guests, Crane's slaves were for his personal use. He never put on parties.

Listening to the two women, Ellsworth found the idea highly attractive. Much as he disliked Crane, Ellsworth had to admit that it was another indication of the man's taste. Perhaps he'd have Lindsey order a third rack so that, when his plans ripened, he would have a ready location for a third female. At present, he couldn't judge as to whether it would be another slave, which the cosmetics executive would purchase for him or, perhaps another female client. He'd decide that later.

He walked briskly down the corridor. He'd mount Madame LeBeau on an 'A' frame in Lindsey's bedroom. She would have to watch him amuse himself with the blonde in her own bed. He'd have Sheila to ride him astride, taking his cock up her ass.

He reached apartment 333, and he knocked. There was no response. He knocked again, more loudly.

"Oui. Ou est la?" Her sleepy voice elicited a smile from the Senator.

"Senator Prescott Ellsworth!"

He imagined her dismay at hearing his voice. After the auction and her purchase of the blonde, the Senator had allowed her to stew for several days. Perhaps her hopes had been raised when he didn't return to her apartment on the day following his abuse of her. She may have hoped that her purchase of Sheila would complete her obligation to him.

His telephone call to her early last night must have dashed those hopes.

Lindsey opened the door, but no further than the width of her head. Her height was a foot less than his, and her brown hair was level with his chest. She was compelled to look up to meet his eyes.

"Senator, she said, coldly, "we have nothing to discuss. You'll have the blonde as soon as Crane's staff have trained her. They'll deliver her here, and I'll turn her over to you. You took advantage of me when you were here last time, but it won't happen again. Kindly leave. I am not going to allow you into my apartment again."

She wore a satin bathrobe, the same one that she had worn the first time he'd visited her, but this time she had drawn the slide fastener all the way up to her collar. It completely concealed those ample breasts.

Ellsworth pushed with the flat of his large hand. Lindsey's strength was insufficient to even slow him, and he easily forced the door open. The moment that he entered, he encircled her waist with an arm.

"Senator, release me!" Lindsey exclaimed, pushing him with her hand. "I want you out, right now!"

Instead, Ellsworth pulled her against him. He felt the warmth of her body through their clothing. His cock began to harden.

"I had to see you again, my Dear," he said, looking down at her; "all of you. Why are you wearing that robe? Surely you recall how annoyed I was when you wore a bathing suit to the beach?"

She reddened. Despite her controlled words, her tone was angry. "Senator, release me immediately!"

She struggled to pull from his grip. She was unable to move his arm away, even slightly.

She looked up again and said, "If you don't leave now, Senator, I'm going to Crane. He isn't one whit concerned about your so-called 'influence'. If I have to resort to that, you'll regret it!"

Grinning down at her, he replied, "Lindsey, you haven't dreamed of all that you're going to do for me. What you provided me with last time was only a sample."

He pulled her closer, until her left breast squashed against his shirt. Holding her, he reached for the other swelling. Its crest was crowned by a quarter inch bump in the satin. He grasped it between his thumb and forefinger.

She's naked under this!

The Senator grasped the tab of her zipper and drew it down as far as the bump. When her garment gaped open, he inserted his fat hand into it. He grasped her bare breast and pulled it out until it protruded, overhanging the closed portion of the zipper.

Her breast was weighty, even for his large hand, and his fingers couldn't entirely enclose it. He grasped the nipple between his forefinger and thumb. He treated it like a miniature rolling pin, his kneading fingers working it one way, then the other.

"Stop it Senator," she cried, reddening and trying to pull from him. "Let me go!"

She grabbed his fingers with her much smaller hands. She attempted to pry them from her nipple. Ellsworth stopped moving his fingers. He squeezed it...

"Ow! Damn you--let go!"

"Lindsey, you disappoint me. You promised to cooperate. However, I came prepared for your defaulting on our agreement. I have an option that will interest you. Once you hear it, you'll adhere to your promise."

His arm was still about her waist, and the sole results of her unsuccessful struggles to pull free was to cause the fastener to slide down, undo her sash, and for her garment to come open. Ellsworth ignored her long crimson nails, which she was digging into his hand. He grasped the entire body of her breast with his other four fingers, and he squeezed.

"Ow!!" she exclaimed. "Stop, stop it!--you bastard! Ow!! All right! Please, I'll cooperate!"

Pleased by her reaction, Ellsworth continued to squeeze.

"Please! Please!" she cried, both of her hands prying at his squeezing fingers; "I'll do whatever you want! Please stop!"

Finally, he released it.

"You're insincere, Lindsey. You're agreeing only in order to get me to leave your apartment. It won't work. I'm invoking my option."

"What?" she said, gasping. She pulled a lapel of her robe over her breast. The zipper had come completely undone and she hastily pulled the sash together in a slapdash fashion, leaving it still unknotted.

"Option? What option? What are you talking about?"

Ellsworth grinned. "Last night, I told you to come up to my suite for your second cocksucking lesson, but you never appeared. I suspected that you would defect, Madame. Today I came prepared."

"I never promised to do that, you know very well that I didn't, Senator! There's no way that I'd do such a thing. What you made me do last time was unbelievably disgusting. After you left, I felt ill just from thinking about it."

She shuddered, disturbed by the recollection.

"When you phoned last evening, I couldn't believe what you were saying-- ordering me to come upstairs and-and spend the night doing that! I knew very well that you called me solely because you're a sadist. That was typical of you. Well, you succeeded in ruining my evening; I couldn't sleep all last night. Don't pretend that you were serious."

Ellsworth shrugged. "I was. However, I knew you would be recalcitrant, and this morning I came expecting you to default on our agreement."

"Senator, I bid on that blonde girl, and I obtained her for you. She's now being trained. As soon as she's delivered to me, I'll turn her over to you. I've held up my end of our agreement. Now, you give me all of the tapes."

"If you recall," Ellsworth countered; "all that I agreed to was not to send copies of your cunt-licking video to your friends and co-executives in Paris."

Lindsey flushed. "There's no need for you to be crude!"

His voice dripping with sarcasm, he said, "I'm sorry if I've shocked your refined sensibilities, Madame. Through inquiries, I've learned that, virtually every night, you have a different one of Crane's pretty slaves between your legs, with her tongue in your cunt. Now you claim that hearing the word shocks you!"

Obviously wanting to end the topic, she repeated, "I expect you to give me all the copies of the tape!"

"I thought it likely that you'd recant on our deal," Ellsworth said. "I came prepared for that eventuality. You'll be interested in learning that I made more copies of it; twelve, to be exact. I intend to market those copies to my male acquaintances here. I'm sure, Madame, that after those other male clients here have seen your activities on it, they'll have the same reaction as I had-they'll be eager to see more of you."

She stared up at him, looking stunned.

Her voice quavering, she said, "You promised that-that you'd give me the tapes if I bought the blonde for you. If you don't give them to me, then I won't turn her over to you."

He grinned. "Then I'll sell all of my copies here first. I'll send more to Paris after I return to Washington. You'll be completely ruined, disgraced."

Ellsworth faked a yawn. "Well, I hope you have enough saved to live on for the rest of your life, Madame. It will be a long while to be unemployed.

"There's no point in continuing this discussion," he said. He turned and grasped the doorknob. "Two of my associates, John and Henry are leaving when Yvonne's ship arrives tomorrow. I'd better take them their copies now."

He opened the door. Lindsey, who was re-doing the sash of her robe, suddenly realized that he was leaving.

"No!" she exclaimed. She thrust out a hand and grasped his wrist.

Her robe came open, but she ignored or didn't notice it, and Ellsworth was provided with a full frontal view of her naked figure. He licked his lips and stared at her bare breasts. His penis, which had already grown hard, now felt like a rod of steel.

She looked up at him, her face distorted with anger. "This is more blackmail, you bastard!"

He didn't respond, staring at them and then down at her shaved pubis. Lindsey, puzzled by his lack of response, finally noticed why he'd become silent. She pulled her robe closed.

"Please be reasonable, Senator--you want to sell them to those men for the money. Well, let me buy them from you, all of... "

She suddenly stopped speaking. Frowning, Lindsey said, "I'm being foolish. I don't know why I'm bothering to plead. You're a blackmailer, Senator. Blackmailers never relinquish their leverage over their victims! You'll never sell me all of the tapes. I was allowing my emotions to cloud my sense. I don't suppose that you intend to ruin me. You want me to keep paying, indefinitely. Well, then; how much do you want right now?"

He shrugged. "Actually, I'm not that much concerned about the money. You're correct in assuming that, whenever I want it, I'll contact you and you'll provide me with it. I agreed not to send the tape to Paris. As for the copies, your money won't buy them."

"B-But," she protested; "I thought that Sheila was your fee for not sending them to Paris."

He didn't respond, but turned toward the door.

Lindsey again grasped his arm. "I see that you want more than money," she said. In a tone dripping sarcasm, she continued, "if money won't buy those tapes from you, Senator, what will? Just what do I have to do to keep you from giving them to your male friends here?"

He shrugged. "One thing, Madame. But, you're not capable of it."

He looked down at her, confidently awaiting her reply.

"You underestimate me, Senator. Do you imagine that I've become vice president in our firm through being a nice young woman? I've gotten where I am through hard efforts. Few women would have done all that I have. I've done unpleasant things; more, perhaps, than you can imagine. Whatever this 'thing' is that I need to do, I'm quite certain that I'm capable of it."

"Indeed?" he said, mockingly. "Perhaps you think you are, but I doubt that you'll do what I want for the tapes."

"Tell me what your price is, Senator. I know what a bastard you are, Senator. I know that it won't be cheap!"

He kept his countenance impassive. Eventually he would gloat at her humiliation; but that would come later. First she had to understand what he wanted.

"Be my slave," he responded, coolly.

She was silent, but to Ellsworth's surprise, she didn't look shocked.

She nodded. "I thought it would be something like that, you prick."

"Well?"

"If that's what it will take, of course."

He raised his eyebrows. "You agree? You know, Madame... a slave does whatever her Master orders her to. That means everything!"

"I know. But I expect you to never sell those tapes. Any of them. If you do, you've lost the money I can provide, as well as-as, whatever satisfaction you'll get by my acting as your slave."

You'll say and do whatever I tell you to?"

"Within reason," she said. "Don't forget, Senator, this is a deal, not a one-way affair."

"I'll destroy all of the tapes except the original," he said. "I won't take the risk of having you renege."

"All right," she responded. "But there's one thing more. Promise that you won't do again what you did that first day."

"What do you mean?"

"Sucking your cock."

Ellsworth laughed, scornfully. "That was nothing! If you won't suck my cock, forget our deal. I'm going to distribute the tapes, right now." He reached again for the door.