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Some of you may have noticed that VP has not exactly been evenly split
for the last few chapters. This is because my partner Timid hurt her
leg and has been unable to write. There are a few more chapters left
to post and Timid currently has the pen, so please write to her if you
want to see more.
Tom
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Vanishing Point Part 16 (Ben)
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The sensation was immediate. Warm delicious suction on my
throbbing cock, the light teasing of nails against my chest. I
blinked and looked down. Thelma knelt at my feet, a sexy look
of frisky playfulness in her big green eyes. Her red lips where
wrapped around my manhood, licking, sucking and teasing. She
gave a long lingering lick and then suddenly my vision was
blocked by a mass of honey brown hair. A pair of lips fastened
on mine, parted and ready for my use, the correct technique
that we teach every new girl in "Slavery 101."
Except in this case those lips belonged to a freshman, the
latest and most mysterious of my acquisitions, Slave Liz. I let
Liz kiss me passionately for a few seconds feeling her soft
lips and wet probing tongue. Then I guided her around the chair
and to my side.
I'd fallen asleep while they were showering! I couldn't believe
I'd been so stupid! Some part of my brain must have been so
comfortable letting my slaves play, so secure in the thought
that Liz was fully broken, that I'd let my guard down. I looked
up at Liz'ss smiling face. This was the same woman who just
this morning had fought and tried to buy her freedom. Now she
was acting almost like a trained slave. Eager to obey,
desperate to learn her new life and yet I still had no idea
why. I glanced over my shoulder and shivered. When Liz had
stood behind me racking her nails across my chest she had been
only a few feet from the door. Thelma had been occupied, I'd
been asleep, all Liz would have had to do was walk to the door
open it and scream to the party people outside. I shivered
again. If Liz had wanted to escape she couldn't have picked a
better time.
Instead she'd kissed me, softly and passionately, her brown
eyes gazing into mine with a submissive look of happiness and
love. I admit to being confused and perhaps a little grateful.
Fate should have kicked me in the balls tonight and yet somehow
I had lived to fight another day.
I looked down. There was no denying the need in my girl's eyes,
they had played and teased one another for my camera and now
they wanted to be fucked. Hard and dirty. The liquor had
loosened them up a little, perhaps taken the edge off the
Master/slave relationship enough that they could almost ask me
for what they wanted. I smiled, amused and played with one of
Liz's erect nipples. She sighed, back arched, trusting her
breast into my probing, teasing fingers.
I laughed. "So, my little slaves are still feeling frisky?" I
said.
At my feet Thelma looked up, her eyes sparkling and playful. It
had taken a lot of time and effort to convert that beaten and
abused teenager into a sexy and obedient little slave. In the
early days she could not bare any man near her. You don't
repair that kind of damage with a whip you can only do it with
love. Louise and I had taken Thelma into our family, given her
the kind of stable home she had been missing all of her life.
It had been hard for her to trust but in the end we won
through. Thelma loved us, probably more than she loved her own
life, and the feeling that gave was both exhilarating and a
little frightening.
"There is still the bet, Master Ben," Thelma said, her voice
hoarse and sexy from her need, "your slaves' duty is to please
you."
I laughed again. "Oh, but I'm the master here, Slave Thelma," I
said with mock sternness, "I decide how and when I shall be
pleased." Not that I would deny them of course, they had been
very good little cunts for their Master tonight and their
little Lesbian show for the camera had been a definite turn on.
However, I had discovered long ago that a slave that is forced
to wait is a very grateful slave when the time finally comes.
Thelma knelt back into position one her eyes down turned. She
wasn't finished yet, if she couldn't get her way by being
rewarded there was always getting it though punishment. "Of
course, Master Ben," she said, the twinkle in her eye visible
despite her best efforts, "your slave is properly corrected and
is ready to accept whatever punishment you decide upon."
All this time I had been playing with Liz's erect little
nipples, running my hand playfully over her soft compliant
breasts. Now I felt a tremble there. Frowning I looked up. The
girl was shaking like a leaf, a look of horror on her face. I
frowned confused. "Are you okay, slave Liz?"
She started weeping, her breaths coming in tortured pants that
thrust her breast against my outstretched palm.
"I....This slave is sorry, Master Ben, for overstepping her
bounds," she cried, fat tears already welling in her big brown
eyes. "Please don't get rid of this slave Master!. This slave
will do better next time, Master Ben. This slave will....." I
put a finger to her lips and stood, pulling her naked body to
me and cradling her in my arms. Despite her fright her nipples
were still erect and pressing into my chest.
"Shhh, Liz. Shhhh, it's all right. There was no harm intended
and none taken," I said trying to sound as calming as I could.
I played with her hair for a moment and thought. There were a
few things I could do with two willing girls that I hoped they
would find fun. There was also a test I could do to finally
assess Liz's true loyalty. For now I just kissed her. "Come to
bed," I said, "I have a few ideas and I know I'm going to enjoy
them." I stroked Liz'ss pussy sliding a finger through her
moist folds. I still didn't know the reason for her sudden
transformation, but it seemed that her submission was deeply
arousing to her.
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It is possible for one man to fuck two women at the same time,
all it takes is a little preparation. I looked down at Liz as
she wiggled her ass in at attempt to get comfortable. Her
wrists where tied off to the head of the bed, as were her
ankles. This arrangement pulled her legs up and open revealing
her wet and musky pussy. I looked at her shaven mound with the
pink clit sticking out erect and ready. This was a sight I
hadn't expected to see until well into training --a slave girl
wet and excited at just the prospect of a good fucking.
Smiling I directed Thelma's face into the folds of Liz's pussy.
My slave slid down eagerly, thrusting her ass up and parting
her legs to reveal her own soaked sex. A dribble of juices was
just starting down her thigh as she wiggled her firm little ass
in invitation. I waited a moment to let Thelma get Liz started.
Soon the delicious sound of wet slurping came from between the
bound girl's legs. Liz moaned, thew back her head and closed
her eyes. She whimpered, trying to make her bound body meet
Thelma's talented tongue. She couldn't though, the position
gave Thelma absolute control of the level of Liz's arousal and
as I controlled Thelma I effectively controlled both slaves
pleasure.
Lesbian scenes are a popular male fantasy. I suspect the idea
has so much power because the real thing is outside most men's
sexual experience, a truly Lesbian couple would hardly perform
for a man and few men ever get the opportunity to share a bed
with two willing women. In porn movies the implication of the
woman on woman shots is that the male viewer is an invisible
third partner in the scene and that as soon as the girls warm
each other up, he will have them both for his pleasure.
Of course this ignores the question as to how a man with only
one cock can satisfy two women at once? Few men ever have the
chance to find out, needless to say I have had the time and
resources to work out a solution.
Liz was hot now. I watched as her erect nipples thrust upwards.
Her face was flushed, her body fought the cords in the hope of
increasing the stimulation a little more. Thelma decided Liz
was ready and wiggled her pretty little ass as a signal. This
time I didn't delay, placing my hard cock against the entrance
to Thelma's womb and sliding home, claiming my property. Thelma
moaned and a split second later so did Liz. From then on each
thrust, each withdrawal, forced a moan or gasp from Thelma's
mouth, her lips and tongue transmitting the sensation directly
to Liz's sensitized bud. As I started to pump into Thelma, a
stereo cacophony of moans came up to greet me.
I started in harder, my cock sliding into the velvet caress of
my slave's pussy, feeling the smoothness, the warmth. Thelma's
pussy clamped down trying to milk my cock as I fucked her.
Further down the bed Liz whimpered on the brink of a powerful
orgasm. I thrust in again, listening as they moaned out their
need.
Surprisingly, it was Thelma who begged first.
"P.....Please Master...."
"Not yet," I grunted, making a couple more long deep thrusts.
Thelma whimpered and Liz took up the call. "P...Please Master
Ben....."
"No Liz, not yet."
Liz bit her lip, willing herself to be silent.
I took my pleasure then, filling Thelma's compliant womb with
my cum. I paused only for an instant, the pictures and Thelma's
mouth had built more than one load in my balls and it was time
to share the wealth with Liz. For a moment I looked down at my
needy little girls. Thelma was still lapping at Liz's bud,
keeping it erect and juicy and making sure that the girl
teetered on the brink of a huge orgasm. Liz's head was thrown
back, her eyes closed, her hair plastered down with sweat,
moaning and begging. I started to wish I had saved one last
Polaroid shot for this, not for any devious reason but just
because right now they both looked so beautiful, so alive and
horny. I straddled Liz and that caused her to open her eyes.
Smiling I presented my cock to her.
"Clean it slave," I said, the feeling of power hardening my
cock a little.
Liz didn't hesitate, eyes wide she lent forward, engulfing my
semihard cock in her mouth and sucking submissively. Thelma
chose that moment to lick again and Liz moaned, the vibration
throbbing up to my balls, hardening me in an instant.
I withdrew, then signaled Thelma to switch positions. The slave
scampered forwards, squatted and lowered her shaved mound onto
Liz's open mouth. The new girl needed no extra encouragement,
licking and probing with her tongue in an attempt to reproduce
Thelma's excellent technique. She was inexperienced but
obviously good enough, Thelma arched her back, both hands
cupping her breasts and rolling the nipples.
I slid on a rubber and found my way to Liz's damp cunt. A
single thrust and she parted for me, the sensation both simular
and different to Thelma. Despite being older Liz was in some
ways tighter than my slave and her pussy spasmed in a different
way. The intensity of her moans and the way her pussy clenched
down told me she was very close to cumming. I managed two or
three thrusts before I had her back on the brink. I smiled and
withdrew. Now for the final test
Liz squealed into Thelma's pussy, wiggled her cute ass, begged.
To be so close and denied. At the same instant her complaints
and moans pushed Thelma to the brink.
"O...oh God, oh Master please......." Thelma begged.
"Not yet," I snapped.
I slid a finger into Liz's puckered asshole. She stiffened and
resisted a little. I heard some pussy muffled sounds that could
have been begging. This was Liz's test. I know some women who
love and adore anal sex, I know others who will end a
relationship with a guy if he even suggests it. The one thing
that is always true is that even if the girl ends up liking the
sensation the first time is never easy. As a result I always
introduce new slaves to anal sex late in training, when they
are conditioned to obey and to please their Master. I think
that their reaction to the sensation is probably the same as it
would have been as free women, the difference is that a slave
knows that her own feelings are less important than the need to
please her Master.
I squirted a little extra lube onto my fingers and massaged it
into her ass hole, easing the muscles and the sphincter in
preparation for penetration. She moaned again. Pausing, I
started the vibrator and moved it up and down her damp slit,
teasing, dragging her back to the edge. As the sensation from
her pussy increased I felt her tenseness leaching away.
"Shush baby," I said as kindly as I could, "you are a slave,
all that is important is your Master's desire. What I wish
should be your only concern, pleasing me should be your only
thought."
She still stiffened a little when I thrust in. The sensation
was very different from fucking either cunt or mouth. The ass
is much tighter for one thing but at the same time it feels
alien, as if your cock knows it has no business being there. I
started to pump, letting one finger work her clit, while my
other hand massaged her pussy with the vibrator. My cock could
feel the vibe in her, feel it move as it claimed her. She
started to beg for release, the sensation causing Thelma to
whimper and buck. I built the sensation, working Liz up to the
threshold, holding her there for as long as I could bare and
then pushing her over.
I felt her orgasm as a sympathetic tightening of the sphincter
and as a tremble that racked her body. That was enough to push
me over the edge. I started to fill the rubber, cumming again
and again as stroke after stroke Liz, bucked moaned and came
beneath me. Somehow I remembered I had something else I needed
to do.
"Cum for me Thelma, cum now my slave."
And she did, long and hard, stuffing a pillow into her face to
smother her scream of ecstasy.
That is how you fuck two women at once.
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I was woken by muffled screaming and the shaking of the bed. I
rolled over to find Liz tugging at her bonds and whimpering.
Her eyes were wild, her nostrils flared. For a moment I was
confused, then she turned her head and gave me a look of pure
hate.
"Elizabeth" was back.
Thelma looked up, probably as puzzled as I was. She started to
say something but I silenced her with a warning look.
I turned to our captive. "Morning Liz, so glad you could join
us," I said flashing her a smile. In exchange I got another
dirty look and a babble of muffled gag talk. The gag wasn't
really that effective, a simple knotted cloth cleave which was
meant as much as a reminder to be quiet as a method of
enforcement. Still it had kept her hysterical screams in the
room. I smiled, reached over and started to play with her naked
breasts. Her hands pulled up but got nowhere, I had secured her
wrists with wide leather cuffs then fastened them to the front
of a broad bondage belt strapped around her waist. The short
chain linking her cuffed ankles rattled a little but the
message was clear. She was still helpless, still silenced,
still completely in our power.
"Want the toilet?" I asked. I received another glare, then she
lowered her eyes and nodded. Irrespective of her true feelings
she had to play ball if she wanted me to tend to her needs. I
helped her up, making her pause a moment while I strapped a
wide collar around her throat. Then attaching a leash to the
collar I led her the short distance to the bathroom as if I was
walking a favored pet. She seemed to realize that I was
taunting her, the glares she gave me seemed even more cutting
than usual and her muffled complaints increased in volume.
Finally I pushed her down on to the toilet and tied her leash
to a pipe.
"Have fun," I said, and closing the door behind me I left her
to herself for a moment. However, this wasn't for her benefit.
Walking as far from the closed door as I could, I beckoned
Thelma over.
"Slave Liz is not to be told anything about last night Thelma,
understand?"
My girl looked puzzled. "Why not Master, she was there?"
I looked back at the closed door. "No my slave, I don't think
she was."
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It was a surprise to see Elizabeth sobbing. I had forced her to
cry on a couple of occasions but she had never wept openly on
her own. When I opened the door she was doing just that, her
head was bowed, her shoulders heaving and tears rolled down her
cheek. As I entered she looked up and scowled, but I could see
that her heart wasn't really in it. Elizabeth was all about
control and that control had to be total. When I locked her in
the box I had taken all of that away and "Elizabeth" had
collapsed. The compliant little girl I played with last night,
the one I'd decided to call "Slave Liz" had been the result.
I could see that Elizabeth was back but the experience had
weakened her, I wondered by how much and most importantly, how
I could exploit it.
She sniffed and attempted to steady herself. I just watched her
for a moment, smiling as she blushed and fidgeted on the toilet
seat. I had taken away everything, even her modesty.
Finally I reached down and stroked her naked breast. "Finished
slave?" I asked smiling. Yesterday I would have had a muffled
protest, a gagged assertion that she was not a slave, today
Elizabeth just gave a sullen nod.
I unfastened the leash and helped her to her feet. Then I
forced her to bend over while I dried her. I felt a shiver of
humiliation ripple through her body and just had to smile, down
between her thighs her pink clit was already erect and
dripping. I had her stand while I reached into the cooler we
kept under the sink and recovered three cans of diet Coke. I
dried one, greedily swallowed the contents then dried another.
"Thirsty slave?" I asked.
She nodded, her eyes riveted to the can. Gags can rapidly
dehydrate someone, they induce almost constant production of
saliva and all that fluid has to come from somewhere. After a
few hours with a gag in her mouth a girl will do almost
anything for a drink.
"Ok," I said in my no nonsense voice, "this is the deal. I will
remove the gag and let you drink as long as I don't hear a
single sound out of you any louder than this." I said the last
few words in a low voice. I looked her way. Elizabeth's eyes
were still locked on the cool can. "Make a sound louder than
that and I will only gag you again," I said, "only that will be
the last drink you get today, understand?"
She looked up, glared, then lowered her eyes and nodded.
I untied the gag and helped her drink.
"Please let me go," she said, fighting hard to keep her words
inside the volume threshold. I looked at her. Yesterday she had
demanded release, today she was willing to ask. I was beginning
to understand just how profoundly her time in the box had
effected Elizabeth's self-confidence. She was still there,
still a bitch on wheels, but I think she had seen her own
mortality, understood that I could throw her into her own
personal hell on a whim.
"No," I said. I waited, expecting some comeback, instead she
just looked down.
"Where are we?" she asked sullenly.
I smiled. "Don't you know?" I asked.
"How could I? You drugged me and put me in that box. I've been
unconscious."
"You fainted," I said, "we brought you in here so we could make
you more comfortable. You were babbling last night about your
sister. Don't you remember?"
Of course she didn't because she had been too busy sucking cock
and being fucked to babble about anything. Still I was
interested in hearing what she thought happened.
"I was drugged," she said firmly. I could see the worried look
on her face, she had a few missing hours that she couldn't
account for. I could see her wondering what she had done and
what she might have said. For now I fought to keep a straight
face. At least that answered one question, while "Liz" had been
out playing last night, "Elizabeth" had been elsewhere.
"What will you do with me?" she asked. Her voice peaked a
little close to the threshold but I let her continue.
"Thelma needs to go out again," I said shrugging, "I suppose
you will have to go back in the box." I watched her reaction.
Her eyes widened. "Oh God, please no, anything but that,
please....."
There was no hiding the panic in her voice, she made an effort
to struggle. I grabbed a big handful of her hair and took a
ball gag from my pocket. "Too loud bitch," I said, "I did warn
you."
"Please Sir, I'll do anything."
I smiled and rubbed the gag over her nipple. She started to shy
away, then noticed the look in my eye. She stiffened, holding
her body rigid as I continued to stroke, trying to show her
disapproval without fighting back.
"Kneel," I said.
She looked up at me for one long moment, agony in her eyes, she
was Elizabeth Monroe, the successful business woman, she did
not kneel for perverts. For a moment I thought she would stare
me out like she had tried to do before. Instead she sank to her
knees, shivering on the cold tiled floor, looking up with
begging eyes. I freed my cock from my pants.
"Suck it."
She winced, gave me a look of disgust and then looked away.
"I guess *anything* means something different to you
advertising types," I said.
Her eyes widened in alarm, the implicit threat in my statement
now clear. Trembling, she leant forward and took my cock in her
mouth.
Elizabeth's technique was worse than Liz's, both were
inexperienced but at least Liz had that eagerness and
willingness to please. For Elizabeth the blow job was torture
only made bearable by the knowledge that the alternative was
worse. Still, her shivers and sobs gave me a big power boost
and that helped little Benny to harden nicely. Thelma had
dressed now and she plodded through to watch. This seemed to
add to Elizabeth's humiliation, she paused for a long moment,
then continued sucking. I handed Thelma the third can of Coke
and gave her some instructions. She would take the first of our
things back to the camper and bring me a few extra supplies.
Meanwhile, expert or not Elizabeth dragged me closer to orgasm.
Suddenly she stopped and tried desperately to raise her hands
to my cock. I looked down and frowned. "What are you doing
slave?" I asked coldly.
"I...It was twitching," she stammered, "I was going to..."
I shook my head. " A Master owns his slave's mouth, that means
I choose wether I come inside it or outside. I want to come
inside, and you will swallow."
For a moment she looked ill. Yesterday she would have refused
or at least argued. Today she took me back in her mouth and
continued her gentle sucking. About two minutes later I came.
She choked a little, but she swallowed back every drop.
"Very good Liz," I said, using the hated diminutive, "keep
doing as you are told and I will spare you the box."
She continued to shiver. I smiled. "What do you say?"
Her big brown eyes looked up. "Thank you Sir."
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