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From: timidt@NS_hotmail.com (Timid)
Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Vanishing Point Part 6 (M/ff, B and D, Kidnap)
Date: Sat,  2 Jun 2001 05:10:08 -0400
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		Vanishing Point Part 6 (Elizabeth)
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      The commode seat was so hard, my legs felt numb before very
      long. I prayed so hard I wouldn't tip forward and strangle
      myself on the rope that psycho had tied me with. I could still
      feel the pain of the belt he'd used.

      By the time he and that little red headed bitch returned, I was
      living in my fantasy of rescue or escape. I heard the door
      open. I felt such hope! I would even forgive Keith and Ruth if
      only....but it was them.

      As a rule, I hate Coke. But I didn't think Ben was in any mood
      for me to mention that Pepsi was the soft drink I preferred. He
      didn't seem to be in much of a mood for anything I might say.
      And all that nonsense about my job being my master! Me!!
      Elizabeth! I have no master and I would show him that!

      Everything had taken on an air of unreality. This man casually
      talking about slavery...about buying and selling people! By the
      time we got back into the other room, I was a mess. Okay, I'll
      admit it. Elizabeth. Cool, calm, unflappable Elizabeth. Always
      in control. But when I saw those ropes on the bed...ropes they
      intended to tie me up with. And those...those things! Those
      grotesque and sick things on the nightstand. And Ben's talking
      about putting a dildo in my mouth! I knew...I knew if I could
      just get my thoughts together I could talk him out of this
      fantasy of his. Or maybe get that girl Thelma to help me.
      Surely I could break through her fear of Ben enough to get her
      to help me. But I stood no chance with a horrific fake penis in
      my mouth.

      So, I tried for the calm.

      "Please, there's no need," she promised. "I promise I'll be
      quiet. Like you said, you can explain any screams anyway."

      And that psychotic just laughed. "That's true, but I think
      we'll gag you all the same. You see, I think it's unfair to
      keep our neighbors awake. Trust me, you'll be screaming your
      head off by the time we've finished."

      I shivered in fear. What could he be possibly planning? Those
      torturous clamps like he used on Thelma and threatened me with?
      The belt again? What? "What are you going to do to me?" I
      asked, trying to remain calm.

      He ran his fingers over my hair. "We're going to show you what
      you're missing."

      I started shaking harder, crying. I couldn't help it. What
      could he possibly mean? Now he was going to rape me and that
      Thelma would help him? Oh, God! And he thinks I will like that?

      A part of me knew resistance was useless. But I couldn't allow
      this to happen without a fight. As Thelma brought that gag to
      him, I clamped my mouth shut, turning to the side, trying to
      twist from his grip. But Ben was stronger, and ready for me
      this time. He was almost laughing as he pulled me to him with
      one hand, holding me so close I could feel his heart beating.
      Thelma took hold of my hair, pulling my head back as far as it
      would go. At the same time, Ben pinched my nipple, hard. I
      couldn't keep my mouth closed. She pushed it in and tightened
      the strap behind my head. The tears in my eyes almost blinded
      me, but not as effectively as the blindfold he next strapped on
      me.

      Sightless, voiceless, arms held immobile. I couldn't fight them
      now. His touch was almost gentle as he guided me onto the bed.
      I did try to pull my arm away before he could tie those ropes.
      I did try. I did. I tried.

      ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

      After my hands and feet were tied to the bed, I couldn't move
      more than an inch or two. By the time they were done, I felt as
      if I had run a marathon.

      All I could tell were hands...touches. Everywhere. Lips on my
      breasts, kissing sucking . Fingers tickling and caressing my
      sides, my arms, my belly. Fluttery kisses on my neck, my legs,
      my feet. And then the gentle touch of tongue on my clit. I felt
      as if every nerve in my body was awake, screaming for
      attention. As if a mere puff of air would send me into sensory
      overload. And then the feel of fingers inside me, moving in and
      out. Followed by something round and hard.

      Hours, it felt like hours.

      And when the dildo was removed from the ring gag and replaced
      by his cock, I did almost scream.

      And I cried in shame. Because now I knew what all the fuss was
      about. And I knew I had to get away. I had to escape. I had to
      regain control.

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