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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Vanishing Point Part 4 (M/ff, B and D, Kidnap)
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		Vanishing Point Part 4 (Elizabeth)
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      The bark of the tree was hard against her back, his lips soft
      against hers. It had been so long since anyone but her husband
      had kissed her. His hand was gentle on her breast, she could
      feel the nipple growing hard, pushing against the thin lace of
      her bra. A low moan as his mouth touched her throat. mmmmmmmm

      The scarf filling my mouth brought me back to reality. The
      drinks had taken their toll and sent me drifting away again.
      Pushed hard against the tree, the bark biting into the soft
      skin of my back. He held me so painfully tight...I squirmed, I
      wiggled, trying desperately to get free. Voices, I could hear
      voices. I tried so hard to shake his hand loose...but it was
      too late. They were gone. And his threat. To make it hard, make
      it painful. I drifted away again.

      Stumbling to the motel, his arm around me, almost like a
      solicitious lover. My mind was a blank. This on top of
      everything else today. To be abducted and raped. Tears formed
      in my eyes. The thing holding in my scarf hurt the corners of
      my mouth. My elbows and wrists hurt. How could this be
      happening? This...this betrayal. On top of Keith and Ruth's
      betrayal.

      I looked at the girl kneeling on the floor. Nude. Not a stitch!
      And calling me sister? I could only look at Ben with wide,
      pleading eyes. I was a successful advertising executive, for
      God sakes! This type of thing just doesn't happen!

      Ben smiled and brushed the hair back from my face, his fingers
      were tender but the feeling was different now than before. "Oh,
      Liz, you sure know how to work those eyes, don't you?" And he
      laughed. "Thelma, run a bath for Liz. She's had a hard day and
      needs to relax a bit."

      "Yes, Master Ben." She rose fluidly from the floor, grace and
      sexiness exuding from every pore. Her soft red hair was long,
      nearly to her waist and gleamed even in the dull light of the
      tired motel room. She walked lightly more on the balls of her
      feet than the heels causing her hips to sway. Thelma couldn't
      be more than 18 or 19. I could hear the water running in the
      bathroom. My skin crawled at the thought of what might be in
      there but I hoped there would be a chance of escape.

      Guiding me to the bed, he sat me down and settled beside me.
      "I've come to rescue you , Liz. The rescue can be hard or easy,
      as I've already told you. But it is a fact now. The sooner you
      come to terms with it, the better for both of us...especially
      for you. I don't enjoy causing pain but I will if I have to, do
      you understand me?"

      Liz?? He called me Liz again! Suddenly, I lurched up, trying to
      get to the door. Anything to get away from this insanity, to
      save myself. But the drinks, and the ties worked against me. He
      was faster...so much faster. And stronger. Before I could reach
      the door, he picked me up, his arms around my waist. I kicked
      wildly, praying for a lucky shot to his nuts. These damned
      Gucci shoes had to be good for something. I tried throwing my
      head back, trying for his nose. His voice was a little louder
      to be heard over the running water in the bathroom. "Thelma,
      now, get in here." I struggled harder. I could feel his grip
      loosening. I knew I had but a few seconds before the girl was
      in here.

      His hands were losing their grip. I could feel myself slipping
      down, my feet touching the floor. I looked down, breathing
      heavily and saw his foot. With all the power I could summon, I
      stomped down with my heel, right on the instep. A yelp of pain
      and I was free. Headlong I tried for the door, turning and
      clawing at the knob with my fingers. If I could just get
      outside!

      I didn't see him on me. Slammed me back against the door, the
      knob pressing painfully into my back. His arm was under my
      chin, pushing my head up. I tried desperately to breathe, the
      scarf in my mouth feeling as if it was going to be sucked in
      and choke me.

      Sensing my distress, he moved his arm, holding me in place
      against the door with his hand. I didn't see his hand coming
      towards me until it was too late. The slap was sharp and hurt.
      I could feel the fire burning on my cheek, the tears stinging
      my eyes. His face was full of fury. "Don't ever, ever do that
      again, Liz. Never. I'm going to have to punish you for that.
      Your first lesson. You never, never hurt your master. Never.
      That can and will get you killed." His voice was low, hard, all
      traces of tenderness gone. "Thelma, kneel."

      Grabbing the front of my blouse, he almost threw me into a
      chair. Quickly, he pulled ropes from a bag on the floor and
      looped them around me, holding me tightly to the chair. Then
      those cruel ties around my ankles. I still almost couldn't
      catch my breath.

      "I called you, Thelma. What happened."

      Her voice was low, contrite. "This slave is sorry, Master Ben.
      This slave did not hear at first." Slave? My heart was
      pounding. Slave?

      "You need to pay more attention, Thelma. I will remind you." He
      walked over to her and motioned for the girl to stand up. I
      heard her squeal of pain but couldn't see what he had done to
      her. Ben stepped back and looked menacingly at me. "Discipline
      is a major part of preparing the Desireables, Liz. Thelma knows
      that. And you will, too."

      I looked at the cruel clips on her nipples. Tried to scream
      into the gag. But Thelma just stood there, head down, blushing.
      "This slave is sorry and thanks her master for his leniency
      with her. This slave will do better, she promises."

      "I know you will, Thelma. You will wear the clips for the next
      hour. With weights." Thelma nodded as he added small weights
      attached with a stretchy cord to each clip. "And you will march
      for that hour, sharp turns. Understood?"

      Thelma nodded and began marching briskly from end to end of the
      room, the weights bouncing with each step, swinging outwards
      with the turns. She was silent but I could see the sweat
      beginning and the look of pain on her face.

      "Now, for your discipline, Liz." Roughly, he untied the ropes.
      Taking a knife, he slit the binding on my ankles and then moved
      behind me and did the same with my wrists and elbows. Moving
      the chair in front of the door, he sat down and watched me,
      standing there. "Take off your clothes. Slowly, one piece at a
      time. Fold each piece neatly and place it on the bed. Wait for
      me to tell you which piece to remove. Begin with your belt."

      I stared at him defiantly. There was no way I was going to
      willingly take off my clothes for this madman.

      "Liz, let me explain something to you. You cooperate or you'll
      be hanging from the ceiling, spread eagle, with those same
      clips Thelma's wearing. But they won't just be on your tits.
      They'll be on your tits and your clit and Thelma and I will be
      like little kittens playing with a string....understand."

      The surreal quality of it all hit me and I detached.

      Her trembling hands loosened her belt and slowly pulled it
      free. Rolling it carefully, she set the black leather onto the
      bed. The man's voice was unemotional. "Now the blouse.
      Remember, slowly, one button at a time." Her fingers were
      trembling but years of undoing buttons made it a mindless task.
      She slipped the blouse from her shoulders and folded it neatly.
      Placed it on the dingy bedspread. "The skirt. And when you
      remove the skirt, I don't want you to just drop it. Turn with
      your back to me and slip it all the way down, bending over as
      you do it. Understand?"

      She nodded. Turned with her back to him. Undid the buttong and
      unzipped the skirt, holding it lightly between her fingers as
      she guided it down her hips, bending over and pushing her
      bottom into the air. Stepping out and feeling the sudden pain
      of a slap on her ass....my ass.

      "Quit drifting away, Liz. You're not going to escape like that.
      Come back and face reality." I was trembling, crying. I hadn't
      even heard him approaching! "Now, fold the skirt. Neatly and
      place it on the shirt."

      Shaking, I complied then turned to face him. I moved to cover
      my bra with my hands but his sharp voice stopped me. "Put your
      hands at your side." I stood there, head down. The silence was
      only broken by the swish of Thelma's feet on the carpet and her
      quiet yelps of pain as she turned to begin her next circuit of
      the room. "Now, Liz, the shoes. Set them on the floor neatly in
      front of the bed." When that was done I waited for the next
      order. "Now the pantyhose. I hate panty hose. I would have
      thought you'd have silk stockings under that expensive outfit.
      I'm disappointed in you, Liz."

      Flushing with embarrassment, I slipped the panty hose down over
      my bottom, slipping them down my legs. "Bend straight down so I
      get a good look into your bra, Liz." And I did.

      I stood up and waited. I refused to look at him. Thelma
      squealed once, twice, three times before he spoke again. "Now
      the bra. Unhook the back then slip it down your arms." I
      hesitated. Oh, God....

      "The bra, Liz. Now." His voice was angry. I hurried to comply,
      my fingers shaking so badly I could barely unhook it. "Now,
      fold it up and put it with the rest." Crying hard now.

      "Stand up straight, hands behind you. Cross your arms behind
      you." I couldn't look at him. Wouldn't look at him. Six yelps
      from Thelma this time.

      "Now your panties. Turn with your back to me. Slip them down
      and don't bend your legs. I want a good look at what you're got
      to offer." I had lost all the fight in me for the moment. I did
      it. I took off my underwear, bending over so her could see my
      most private parts.

      "Stay like that, Liz. Don't stand up." I could hear him moving
      behind me. Then the chair was beside me, it's back to me. "Hold
      onto the arms of the chair, Liz" My eyes were closed as I felt
      the timeworn smoothness of the arms of the chair under my
      hands. The coolness of metal circling my wrists made me open my
      eyes. Handcuffs. Handcuffs holding me to the chair. I could see
      the slim black leather of my belt dangling in front of my eyes.
      "This is your old life, Liz. Your pain. And now it's time for
      your discipline. For your own good."

      Then the belt was gone. And I heard a whistle in the air and
      something on my buttock. Unreality delayed the pain receptors.
      I screeched into my Hermes scarf as the belt laid track after
      track of welt on my bottom. And the slap of leather, the yelps
      of pain were counterpointed by Thelma's increasingly agonized
      groans.


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