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From: dom4syf@aol.com (DOM4syf)
Subject: {ASSM} The Abduction of Britney  4/?
Date: Fri, 30 Nov 2001 13:10:12 -0500
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AUTHOR'S NOTE::  Sorry about the long space between parts 3 and 4.  Had some
personal matters which needed taking care of.  That done, I hope to post new
parts every couple of days.  Please continue to let me know what you think, and
offer suggestions as this is a work in progress.  Ideas that I like will be
incorporated into the plot line.  That said, on with the story.


The Abduction of Britney 4/?

I have to admit I admired her spirit.  Didn't care much for her swearing, but
her spirit made it all much more enjoyable.  Breaking her would be all the more
fun for her resistence.   I turned on my monitor, popped a top, and sat down to
watch the show, making sure my taping equipment was still running properly.

Britney kept squirming, trying to expell the vibrator, but it was securely
strapped in and was not going anywhere.  No matter what she did, the vibrator
continued to do it's work, stimulating her.  He face was a study in contrast as
she tried to resist what was happening, but her own body was enjoying and her
will was breaking. 

"Ohhhhh" she groaned.

I used my remote to increase the speed of the vibrator to medium as I noticed
her juices begin to leak from her slit.  In spite of herself, Britney was
beginning to orgasm, and I intended to make it keep peaking higher and higher,
over and over again.

"Ahhhhhhh" escaped her lips as she arched her back.

I continued to slowly increase the speed, and Britney's body shook with the
strenght of the orgasm she had.  Her eyes begin to roll back in her head, her
body was racked with passion and no longer hers to control.  Her juices
liberally poured from her.

"Godddddddddddd"  as she shook uncontrolably.

Up another setting.


"MASTER, please stop."

I flipped on the speakers as I turned it up yet another setting.  "Yes,
Britney?"

"MASTER, please stop"

"Who am I, Britney?"

"My Master," she answered softly.

"Very good," I said as turned off the vibrator and the tension in her body
melted away.  I watched her relax, and asked, "Who am I?"

With a sob she answered, "My Master."

"Yes."  and I flicked a switch which begin the table she was strapped to moving
in a slow circle and the lights turned to full brightness.  "Have fun, my pet,"
I said as I got up to go to bed.


I left her that way all night, knowing she would become increasingly
disoriented.  After breakfast, I took my coffee down to the monitoring room. 
Her breathing was shallow, her eyes looked wild, and I could see where she had
messed herself.

"Britney."

Her mouth moved but nothing came out.

I pushed a button and water fell on her.  "Britney."

"Master??"  she said softly.

More water fell on her and she looked like a drowned rat.

"Master, please."

I stopped the movement and dimmed the lights.  "What do you say, Britney."

Silence.  I smiled, and set the water tank to release every 90 seconds and went
back for more coffee and see what was happening in the stock market.  And, of
course, there was a monitor screen I could watch as I did my business.

Every 90 seconds the tank released the water.  No escape.  Splash.  No escape. 
Splash.  No mercy.  Splash.  Brit tried to move her head away, but the water
found her.  Splash.  She started to cry.   Splash.  The water washing away her
tears.  Splash.  A low inhuman moan.  Splash.  Splash.  Splash.  Splash.


Time for lunch.  Four hours of water torture had taken place.  I flipped off
the water tank and entered the room.  Britney did not move, her eyes blinked
but looked vacant.

"Britney"

I towelled her off.  "Britney."

A whisper, "Master."

"Yes, Britney, it is me.  Who now controls your life, Brit?"

A pause.  An internal war being fought.   "You, Master."    And lost.

"Yes, totally." I said as I lower the table to the floor, and unstrapped the
vibrator.

"Yes, Master."


"Rex !!!!"

Woof, woof.

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