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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Vanishing Point Part 13 (M/ff, NC B and D)
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My partner in crime tells me that she has received a lot of feedback
by way of thanks, here is the bumper part 13

Tom


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		Vanishing Point Part 13 (Ben)
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      I admit that I was scared. In all my years in the business I'd
      never lost a girl, no one had died of shock, no one had choked
      on her gag. In a business that had an accepted "loss rate" of
      five to ten percent that was quite an achievement and one I was
      justly proud of. I looked over at the large duffel bag sitting
      by my side. I hoped my luck held.

      I suppose that part of me hoped that Liz's unfortunate
      condition was all part of an elaborate escape attempt, but in
      truth I knew better. Liz had been phasing out on me ever since
      I'd taken her, hell she hadn't been stable when I first met her
      in the Vanishing Point. That was the reason I had taken her
      rather than the two college quim, I had somehow understood that
      Liz would die if I didn't.

      I sighed. More than anything I needed Louise, not just for her
      help with Liz but for her love and reassurance. I needed to
      snap Liz out of this fast. If she slipped too deeply into a
      coma there was little chance that we'd be able to get her back
      and lacking the facilities for long term care that left.......

      I winced. No, I would succeed, I must.

      Up ahead the lights of the roadhouse beckoned. Once the country
      was littered with these places, back in the 40's and 50's
      they'd been the truck stops and airports of their day, packed
      with people going from someplace to someplace else. Of course
      that was before cheap flights and the Interstate system. These
      days the few that clung on relied on the local trade, either as
      places to get drunk or as out of town brothels. The one up
      ahead was a good example, as well as the bar the little complex
      included a cheap motel, a greasy diner and an overpriced gas
      station. It existed as a place were the local Hicks could drink
      and fuck around and still be able to look their neighbors in
      the eye in church on Sunday.

      Needless to say it was always very busy.

      I winced as a thousand potential disasters played themselves
      out in my head. Then I turned towards the curtain that
      separated the cab from the living area. "Are you ready yet?" I
      called.

      A muffled sound emerged from the back that I took to mean
      "yes." I bit my lip and drove on. If Liz was faking then she'd
      done a damned good job and she was about to get her reward.
      Like a lot of places with limited room the roadhouse placed
      tables outside in the summer. On a pleasant night like this the
      area outside would be packed out. To get to the motel I was
      going to have to carry a bound and gagged girl past a couple of
      hundred curious revelers. I winced again. If I had any sense I
      would have turned around and driven on but if the coma was real
      any delay could be fatal. Drive on and I would have lost Liz.
      I'd seen enough over the years to know the score, when someone
      slips into a coma the sooner you snap them out of it the
      better. Steeling myself I'd decided to risk it.

      I pulled into the parking lot at the front of the roadhouse and
      surveyed my battlefield. It was how I'd expected it. Next to
      the side door a cluster of picnic tables had been placed on the
      grass, small lights and two big speakers pumping the music
      outside, kept the patrons happy and drinking. I did a quick
      guestimate of numbers coming up with a figure of perhaps a
      hundred people, better than I'd feared but still too many for
      this kind of operation. It only took one of them to notice a
      wiggle from the bag or hear a muffled scream and my life was
      over. I wished I could give Liz something to knock her out but
      the risks in her current condition were just too great.

      Still, it paid to take precautions.

      Thelma pulled the curtain outside and posed for my approval. I
      let my gaze slip down over the tight, red, spandex tank top,
      down across her flat belly to the pleated, thigh length, black
      leather skirt. A pair of black knee length leather-effect-lycra
      gogo boots completed the ensemble. The complete effect could
      best be summed up as "when cheer leaders go bad" and was one of
      my favorite outfits when we played.

      I looked up at her smiling face. In keeping with the motif
      she'd swept her long read hair into pigtails. Few women can
      pull off cute-but-sexy but she managed it. The outfit would
      probably be considered low key club wear in the city, out here
      it was guaranteed to get her noticed.

      Which was exactly what I wanted.

      "Perfect, little one," I said, reaching up to caress Thelma's
      hard nipples through the sheer top. Thelma loved to show off
      her body, when I had first told her of my plans she'd almost
      orgasmed from excitement. I could tell that she was eager for
      the off but first there were things I needed to do.

      "Watch Liz for me slave," I ordered, "and try to stay out of
      sight, we don't want to get any attention until we need it."

      "Yes Master Ben," Thelma said demurely. She knew the outfit
      pushed my buttons and was obviously trying to get me worked up
      enough to fuck her. Okay, so I admit that it worked, anyone who
      thinks that the Master is the one with all the power in a D/s
      relationship hasn't been paying attention. Somehow I managed to
      side past her and out through the side door. Once outside it
      took me a couple of minutes to get my erection to a point where
      I could walk in public. Whatever happened to little Liz, I was
      definitely nailing Thelma's ass tonight.

      I wondered past the Yahoos and over towards the motel office.
      Folks in the country start drinking early, I found that most of
      the people sitting or laying out on the grass were already
      worse for wear. I figured that by the time we were ready to
      move many of the locals would be some too far gone to notice
      anything. The other good news was that the two big speakers
      pumped out a lot of noise. I paused to listen noting with
      satisfaction that the eclectic combination of new country and
      pop was loud enough and dense enough to cover any sound that a
      gagged Liz could hope to make. All I needed to worry about was
      someone standing within a few feet of me. No gag is that
      efficient, not when the girl is screaming for her life.

      The motel manager was sympathetic about the noise, offering a
      cabin at the back as far from the party people as possible. I
      told him I'd need to look at it first, but it's position at the
      end of a row seemed ideal as there was little risk of anyone
      walking past. I slipped over to the cabin to "check the noise"
      and was happy to find that though worn the room was clean and
      serviceable. A check of the bathroom showed an old deep tub and
      a chipped tiled floor. I was satisfied. If I was going to help
      Liz I needed a room in which I could make a lot of mess. I
      returned to the office told them the room was okay and asked
      for a second key for my wife. That done I headed back.

      Stage one of the plan was to get the party animals used to my
      comings and goings. I took over all the bags containing the
      equipment we needed. The plan worked well, the first time I
      went over with a bag I got a curious look or two from some of
      the people sat at the tables, by the time I was heading back
      for my fifth load my novelty value had worn off.

      Now it was time for the main event.

      I slipped in through the side door.

      "Okay, we have cabin twenty, it's at the end of the row," I
      told Thelma as I handed her the key. I looked towards the
      duffel bag that contained Liz. "Has she..?" I asked.

      Thelma shook her head, a worried look on her pretty face. "No
      Master Ben," she said, "not a move and not a sound. This slave
      had to place a hand on the bag to reassure herself that slave
      Liz was even breathing." She raised an eyebrow, "she is, by the
      way." She frowned. "Slave Liz will be all right won't she
      Master," Thelma asked, "she seems to be very ill."

      One of the things that makes Thelma an exceptional slave is her
      empathy, not just that she could pick up on your moods but that
      she could react so perfectly to them. Usually it was an
      advantage, for example she's a dynamite lay, but at that moment
      it wasn't helping. I was worried enough without Thelma's help.

      "She'll be fine," I said, slapping her leather covered ass,
      "now get out there and do your thing. Remember that I need at
      least a half hour to get Liz comfortable."

      She nodded and started over to the side door. "This slave will
      try Master," she said, trembling a little, a mixture of
      excitement and concern on her face.

      She opened the door.

      "Oh, Thelma," I called. She paused in the doorway.

      "Yes Sir?"

      "Try and have fun out there?" I said, finding a thin smile from
      somewhere.

      "I will try Sir," she said matching my smile with a worried
      little grin of her own. Then she slipped into the night leaving
      me to wait.

      I placed my hand on the duffel bag feeling the small movement
      associated with Liz's breathing. There was no other movement,
      voluntary or involuntary. I started to wonder what I'd do if I
      couldn't snap her out of it. I've heard that some sick bastards
      sell unprofitable slaves to people who harvest organs. I
      suppose in a way it gave life to someone else, rescued
      something from a hopeless and pointless loss, but the idea
      still made me sick. If the time came I would do it myself, I
      decided, with a proper burial somewhere nice rather than a
      shallow grave in the woods. I was her Master, I owed her that.
      I bowed my head, summoned a deep breath and begged the great
      Master to let my slave live.

      I was snapped out of the melancholy by the sound of clapping
      and cheering. Looking up I saw the mass of people that had
      gathered around one of the picnic tables. As I watched more and
      more joined them, soon it was half the people sitting outside,
      then it became two thirds and finally just about everyone had
      gathered around. Slipping out of the camper I went around to
      Liz's side and opened the door. I slung the comatose woman over
      my shoulder, adjusted her weight as best I could, closed the
      door and headed towards the throng. The group were standing
      around one of the picnic tables on top of which Thelma was
      starting into her second, sexy little dance of the evening. The
      girl was a natural, wiggling her ass in a way most Las Vegas
      showgirls would envy. Every eye was on her, the guys for
      obvious reasons, the women with expressions ranging from
      appreciation to out right jealousy. At that moment I didn't
      care, all that mattered was that no one was looking my way. I
      slipped past the back of the crowd, trying to make my load look
      more like a bag of laundry than a bag of kidnapped girl. I knew
      Liz could hear them, the bag didn't muffle things that much, if
      she was going to try anything it would be now. Of course nobody
      was looking our way and the clapping and cheering would easily
      drown out any sound she could make, but she didn't know that.
      To her it must have appeared that she was surrounded by
      hundreds of potential rescuers. I waited for the struggle, the
      muffled scream............

      ......and none came.

      As I walked away from the crowd and over to the cabin I found
      myself begging her to scream, to wiggle, to do _something_. In
      the end though I had to accept the truth.

      Liz was in a coma.


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      I slipped Liz's body into the warm water. I suppose I'd hoped
      for a sigh or a shiver of some kind. Hell, at that moment I
      would have settled for a blink. But her eyes remained glassy,
      her body limp and compliant. I took the long rope I had tied
      around her wrists and threw it over the towel rack above her
      head. The rack was bolted to the wall, I would have trusted it
      with my weight and it was the best anchor point available. I
      took up the slack, pulling her arms above her head, higher and
      higher. The rope was as much to stop her from slipping under
      the water as to rob her of movement. Still, it did both jobs
      well enough. I had stuffed a washcloth into her mouth and tied
      it there with a short length of rope wrapped around her head.
      It would keep her quiet if needed, though to be truthful at
      that moment any sound, even a scream would have been welcome.

      I heard the door bang and looked up to find a flushed and happy
      Thelma leaning against the television.

      "That was fun Master, " she said, breathless but happy. That
      look dissolved once she caught my look. "Is slave Liz better
      now Master?" Thelma asked.

      I shook my head. "Get undressed and join me Thelma. I need to
      clean her up."

      She nodded silently and started to slip her boots off. I turned
      and started to sponge Liz's unresisting body.

      "Wake up Liz," I said, "we want to talk to you, tell you
      things, teach you things about yourself. We can't do that if
      you hide from them." There was no reaction, though to be
      truthful I hadn't expected one. A few minutes later a naked and
      flushed Thelma joined me and we started into the job of
      cleaning Liz up. We coaxed, Thelma begged and pleaded, but
      nothing seemed to penetrate that blank expressionless stare. In
      the end our conversation became more business like, more
      focused on the job in hand. Awake or unconscious the previous
      two days adventures had left Liz smelling a little ripe. We
      worked on cleaning her up, washing off old makeup, gently
      washing her hair, cleaning the dried juices from her pubic fur.
      I suppose we had become used to her sitting there unmoving so
      when she moved we were both a little shocked.

      Suddenly she took a deep breath, her eyes slipped into focus
      and she arched her back, hands pulling on the rope that bound
      them above her head.

      She blinked and looked around, her eyes full of the same wonder
      that you normally only see in the eyes of children. She
      explored her bonds, the cord that bound her wrists above her
      head, the other that fastened her ankles to the faucets at the
      far end of the bath. She turned and looked at us for a moment.

      "Ufffa hen, haff umpfah haf nuff hurrr," she said looking at
      us.

      I blinked and looked at Thelma. She was grinning like a loon
      and to my horror I realized that my own relieved smile was
      probably as wide. I kissed Thelma's forehead and managed to get
      myself under control again.

      "Okay, Liz, if you promise to be good and not to scream I'll
      remove the gag. Remember, any funny stuff and it goes straight
      back. Thelma does scream in the middle of sex don't you girl?"

      Thelma beamed, "This slave is notorious for doing that Master,"
      she said.

      Reaching down I unknotted the cord that held the washcloth in
      place and then pulled the cloth free. I held the removed gag
      close to her mouth, a constant reminder that her silence could
      be speedily enforced.

      "You wanted to say something?" I asked. I suppose I was hoping
      she would say something to explain what had just happened. What
      I got was completely unexpected.

      She looked over at Thelma, then back to me, then she licked her
      lips and smiled. "Master Ben, Slave Thelma has such beautiful
      hair!" she said. She beamed over at Thelma, who beamed back. I
      found myself smiling too, a feeling of sweet relief cascaded
      through me. Thank God I wouldn't have to kill her.

      I controlled myself and considered her words. It wasn't the
      sort of thing I'd expected, well not until she'd undergone many
      more weeks of training. Her attitude and tone, from the
      reverential way she said "Master Ben" to the little submissive
      downturn of the eyes at the end of the sentence were all
      perfect. I would have been proud to show that performance to a
      buyer.

      Now the only questions were how and why. It seemed likely it
      was a trick but I was interested to see how far she would take
      her new submissive act so for now I played along.

      "Yes, she does, Liz. Are you ready to get out of the tub?" I
      asked.

      She smiled and nodded so I reached up and untied her wrist rope
      from the towel rail. Then I slid over to the foot of the bath
      and untied the ankle cords. I stood, helping her up and out of
      the bath. Her hands were still tied in front of her but this
      was the fewest bonds she'd worn in the last twenty four hours.
      I watched her warily, expecting treason with every move. I
      pointed to the floor and she sank to her knees, head bowed in a
      submissive pose. The position wasn't perfect but her body
      language still sent its message of surrender. I raised an
      eyebrow in Thelma's direction and threw her a towel.

      "Comb and dry her hair, Thelma," I ordered.

      My girl jumped into the work with gusto. I knew she'd been
      worried sick about Liz and now the girl had been returned to
      us. Not only that but Liz's new submissive act pleased Thelma.
      Slaves come to view their new position as normal and desirable.
      If you asked a slave if she would be happy for her mother,
      sister or daughter to be a slave she will invariably answer
      yes. That isn't as odd as you might think --the base cost of a
      slave is a hundred thousand dollars, most go for much, much
      more. To realize that someone could _want_ you enough to pay
      half a million dollars to own you can be a strange feeling for
      a woman who has been beaten or told that she was worthless all
      her life. Perhaps rich, successful little Liz wouldn't see it
      that way, but for Thelma, beaten and abused for as long as she
      could remember, life as a slave was bliss indeed.

      I went to the cooler and took out another carton of juice. Liz
      would have to be fed soon and I admit that I could do with
      something too. Perhaps I would send Thelma out on a run to the
      diner soon. For now Liz would have to settle for what we had.

      I wondered back into the bathroom to find Thelma combing Liz's
      hair. Liz was still in her rest position as I 'd left her. I
      watched as Thelma worked, noting the two pairs of erect
      nipples, the two flushed faces and an odd idea popped into my
      head. Perhaps there was a way to test _slave_ Liz's new
      loyalties and give me a method of dealing with Keith and Ruth?

      For now I needed to tend to the girl.

      "Are you thirsty?" I asked. Liz flushed a little, gave a sly
      glance upwards and finding me looking at her flushed even
      deeper. Finally, she lowered her eyes and nodded. I brought the
      straw to her lips and let her empty the carton. By now I wasn't
      so sure that she was acting though I admit that I couldn't
      think of any other reason for her sudden personality reversal.
      Still, I intended to test her change of heart really soon. Once
      she had finished the juice I left her with Thelma and wondered
      over to one of the bags. I searched around inside but didn't
      find what I wanted. I normally have a high quality Polaroid
      camera with me in order to provide pictures of recruits for
      clients. However, recently I've been experimenting with having
      the girls record a little video promo instead. Instead of the
      Polaroid I found my little 8mm video camera. Damn! I would have
      to go and get the Polaroid from the camper. However, for the
      moment the video camera offered a number of interesting
      possibilities.

      I loaded a fresh tape and put it on the bedside table then I
      went to see how the girls were doing.

      Thelma was drying Liz's hair with a blow drier. Both girls were
      giggling like schoolgirls, both were obviously turned on. I
      felt the familiar stirrings in my pants. It was time for Liz's
      first test.

      I helped Liz to her feet, taking the rope and leading her into
      the main room. I watched as her curious eyes scanned the room,
      waiting until she was ready, then I pointed at the floor next
      to one of the chairs.

      "Kneel here," I said, waiting until she had done as I asked.
      Liz knelt as she had before, submissive but not perfect. I
      sighed. Probably best to correct what I could. I touched
      Thelma's shoulder and pointed at the camera. "Just her in shot
      slave," I whispered in Thelma's ear. Thelma nodded, she knew
      the drill by now, nothing in frame that could be used to
      identify us or narrow down the location, just in case.

      I sat in the chair and looked down at Liz as she knelt at my
      feet, noticing her shiver of anticipation as I brushed against
      her. It was time to teach.

      "No, Liz, like this." I said, gently pushing her shoulders down
      and back until she was resting on her heels. Her posture and
      the position of her breasts were better but she needed a lot of
      work. I parted her legs.

      "Don't hide anything from your master, Liz. Understand?" I
      asked, "present the pussy and the breasts for best effect. Let
      him see his property."

      She flushed and sniffled a little. "I....I'm sorry, Master Ben.
      I'm so sorry. I'm trying so hard to do everything right...."
      she started.

      I placed a finger on her lips. "That's okay slave, we will
      teach you, that's what we do. We'll go slowly, okay?" I said
      kindly.

      It seemed the humiliation definitely punched her buttons. Her
      position still wasn't perfect but it was better. I would let
      Thelma show her the correct rest position later, for now Liz
      had more pressing duties. I hesitated a little. Normally I
      don't give a slave the chance to bite my cock until she's
      sucked me off a few times with the ring gag. Ring gags are
      horrible, I have known trainers that use them as punishment
      devices, the pain of the stretched jaws is so intense that most
      girls will behave themselves just to avoid it. I wondered if I
      should tell her what would happen if she bit or if that might
      give her too many ideas. I looked up at where Thelma waited
      with the camera. Best to risk it. Reaching down I untied Liz's
      wrists. She seemed genuinely surprised as I idly tossed the
      rope aside. In theory she could bolt at any time. In practice
      her attempted escape the night before had shown her how futile
      it was to resist two determined people.

      I cleared my throat. "Have you ever sucked a cock, Liz?" I
      asked, looking down at her for a reaction. Over the years I've
      seen lots of different responses to that question, disgust,
      fear, even relief and satisfaction. The puzzled look she gave
      me was a new one. For a moment she just knelt there while she
      processed everything.

      "I...I'm not sure, Master Ben." she stuttered at last. I admit
      that that wasn't the answer I'd expected either.

      "What do you mean you're not sure?" I asked, "You _must_ know
      if you've sucked a cock before, Liz. You're no virgin, I mean
      you've had boyfriends a husband. You're married for God sake."

      She laughed nervously. At some level Liz knew her answer was
      ridiculous and yet it was the only answer she could give. "I
      know I'm married! But, Master Ben, I just don't remember if
      I've ever done that before," she said at last.

      "Would you like to learn?" I asked.

      Liz nodded happily. "Of course, if it's not too much trouble."
      She flashed me a million dollar smile and I found myself
      thinking that this naive act was actually quite a turn on,
      almost like seducing a virgin.

      I unzipped my pants slipped them down and freed little Benny.
      For a guy about to enter a largely unexplored and potentially
      hostile mouth he seemed unusually keen. I looked down into
      Liz's wide eyes. She was playing the blushing virgin very well
      and Benny was responding.

      For a moment she just looked at it with those wonderful wide
      eyes, in the end I got fed up with waiting.

      "You kiss it and you lick it and then you slide it in your
      mouth. Be careful of teeth, now." I instructed.

      Liz giggled. "Like a popsicle!" she said.

      Smiling I pulled her head forward. "Kinda," I agreed, "but a
      lot warmer. Now take it in your hand. Get used to it and the
      way it feels, then guide it into your mouth."

      Trembling a little, Liz took little Benny in her hand, circling
      it with her fingers before she started to slowly jerk me off.
      It felt wonderful, all the better because of her nervousness
      and obvious excitement. I watched as Thelma orbited around with
      the video camera. I don't think Liz had noticed that she was
      starring in her own porno movie. It would be interesting to see
      her reaction when she finally noticed the camera. Closing her
      eyes she came in close, her tongue flicking over the tip of my
      cock. It twitched and she started back but almost instantly she
      was back. The feeling was intense, not the best blow job I'd
      ever had and she wasn't even my first BJ virgin but her timid
      innocence gave the event an influx of power and Benny rapidly
      responded. Liz smiled then took me in her mouth, sucking long
      and hard before plunging down. I felt her gag, choke, panic a
      little and pull back.

      "Just take your time for now, Liz," I managed to gasp, "We have
      plenty of time. Explore. Feel it. Get to know it."

      She paused and let her tongue swirl around the shaft. Sensation
      rippled through me. I was quite literally speechless for a
      while. She had her eyes closed but there was a look of
      contentment on her face that I hoped Thelma was capturing on
      tape. I wanted no one to be in any doubt that Mrs. Elizabeth
      Monroe was thoroughly enjoying giving this unknown man a blow
      job. There wasn't a rope or gag in sight, no suggestion of
      coercion anywhere in the scene, this could be a married
      couple's home made video for all anyone could tell.

      And that was exactly what I wanted.

      "Explore the outside too Liz, " I suggested. She immediately
      complied, her tongue licking down the shaft until she was
      lapping at my full balls. I started to get that insistent ache
      and knew that soon Liz would learn the taste of her Master's
      cum. "You can take them in your mouth, if you like, Liz." I
      suggested, "Gently, now." She looked up at me with wide
      submissive eyes. I smiled reassuringly. Nervously she took my
      balls in her mouth and sucked. I moaned, by that stage my self
      control was almost gone. I needed to end this soon.

      Liz seemed to sense that too. She kissed her way up my shaft
      and finally licked the head. Then she tried to deep throat me
      again. She gagged and pulled back. "Take it deeper, Liz.
      Deeper." I said encouragingly. She went down again. I sensed
      the spasming of her throat but somehow she controlled it.
      Finally she had her lips circling the base of my cock. She
      couldn't hold that position, the head of my cock was buried in
      her throat blocking the airway, she started up and down in a
      long even rhythm, each stroke taking my cock deep into her
      throat. I could feel my balls almost bubbling over with cum but
      I controlled myself.

      There was something I needed from her first.

      "Look up and smile, Liz." I managed to croak

      She gave me her little demure look then seemed to notice the
      camera for the first time. I had expected her to react but she
      didn't. Instead she paused and smiled around my cock. Then she
      upped the rhythm driving me towards completion. Her eyes were
      wide her mouth held the suggestion of a smile and as I unloaded
      into her mouth I was left in no doubt what the person watching
      the video would think. He would think that Mrs. Elizabeth
      Monroe was a quite incredible slut.

      And he would be right.

      Liz swallowed it all, though a dribble did run down her chin in
      true porno fashion. I waited until she had settled back and
      Thelma had shut off the camera.

      "That was very good, Liz" I said "Now I want to see you lick
      Thelma's pussy."

      Liz looked at Thelma and smiled. "Oh, yes, Master Ben."

==================================================

      I refocused the camera to get a good view of Liz's eyes and
      face as she licked the younger girl's pussy. So far there had
      been no suggestion of deceit or that she was plotting an
      escape. So far Liz had played the keen but inexperienced slave
      girl perfectly. There were little problems with her forms of
      address, she still used *I* more than I would have liked and
      she still had a tendency to look at you when she should have
      been looking down but all in all this was the level I would
      expect of a slave after a months training. The problem was that
      she had been with me less than twenty four hours. No woman, no
      matter how slapped around and downtrodden she had been when she
      came to me, had surrendered so quickly.

      I admit this sudden conversion worried me. I moved around and
      refocused. Thelma was panting and whimpering, trying to thrust
      her pussy into Liz's mouth. Liz, following my orders, was
      varying her attack and rhythm to deny Thelma completion I had
      ordered Thelma to hold still and keep quiet and I could see the
      agony on her face as she fought to obey. At that moment little
      Thelma would rather have been bound and gagged, at least then
      she could have screamed for release.

      "Faster Liz," I ordered, "try and flick Thelma's clit as fast
      as you can, she likes that."

      I watched as Liz complied, Thelma was going nuts, gripping the
      headboard and tossing her head from side to side. It was time.
      I smiled at my little cunt. "Cum for me Thelma honey, cum for
      your Master. Thelma reared up, she stiffened, trembled a little
      and a small squeal fought past her clenched teeth. Then
      Thelma's eyes rolled back and she collapsed, exhausted, spent
      and very happy.

      I gently ran my palm across one of her erect nipples. "You did
      well little one," I said smiling, "you pleased your Master with
      your obedience." Thelma smiled and opened her eyes, as always
      the thrill of obedience had added itself to her orgasm. Thelma
      was happy and before long I intended to fuck her myself.

      Liz was waiting for my next order. I ruffled her hair. "You
      were a good girl too Liz," I said, "Now lick Thelma clean for
      me. " Liz seemed confused but she did as ordered, thrusting her
      tongue deep inside Thelma's pussy and swirling her tongue
      around. Thelma stiffened and moaned a little. I smiled.
      Satisfied that she had finished Liz made to sit up.

      "No Liz," I said, "go and give Thelma a nice deep kiss so that
      she can taste herself on your lips."

      Liz smiled and slid up. I had the girls embrace and share a
      deep, exploratory kiss. I zoomed in at Liz's happy look. The
      video evidence was damning but that was nothing compared to
      what I had planned.

      Liz sat up. I reached into a bag and pulled out a ball gag and
      a pair of handcuffs.

      "You did very well my little slut," I said smiling.

      Liz flushed and smiled happily. For some reason the little slut
      had been very horny since her recovery and each new act seemed
      to raise her arousal level. She flashed me a look packed with
      lust. After giving both of us orgasms little Lizzie was
      wondering when it was her turn.

      I handed her the ball gag. "Here," I said, "put this on and
      fasten it tight."

      I think I'd expected an argument or at least a hesitation.
      Elizabeth seemed to have a problem with gags. Instead Liz
      smiled and quickly complied. The ball was a little big and it
      took her a while to get it behind her teeth but once that was
      done the strap was fastened quickly and tightly. I tossed her
      the cuffs. "Fasten your hands in front of you."

      She gave me a quizzical look but quickly snapped the cuffs
      around her wrists. I rolled my eyes and sighed. Then, taking
      the keys I loosened the cuffs a little to improve the blood
      flow. Again a mystery, usually only badly trained slaves fasten
      cuffs too tight, recruits try to leave them loose in the hope
      they could escape later and well trained slaves know how to
      fasten cuffs securely without hurting themselves. Still, I had
      time to teach her the right way.

      I turned to my whimpering slave. "Was that good Thelma?" I
      asked with a smile.

      Thelma gave me a languid smile, "Yes Master, Slave Liz has a
      natural talent."

      "Good," I said, reaching down to pick up the loose length of
      rope we'd used earlier. "You two come with me. I led the naked
      girls to the bathroom.

      "Liz, sit here," I said patting the edge of the tub.

      "Um haffer umm," the gagged girl said nodding. She was
      obviously puzzled but she quickly did as she was told. I
      grabbed her wrists and tied the rope to the handcuff chain.
      Then I threw the end over the towel rail and pulled up the
      slack raising the slave's arms. Satisfied that she wouldn't be
      able to free herself I tied it off.

      "Thelma, I think you'll agree that Liz has far too much hair
      down there," I said pointing at Liz's bush, "I want you to
      shave her clean and then... er test that everything is working
      okay down there."

      Thelma's eyes sparkled, "Oh yes Master Ben!"

      I turned to Liz, "As you are only just learning the duties of a
      slave I understand that you don't have the self control that
      Slave Thelma has developed. That is why you are bound and
      gagged right now. I am ordering you to not move and to be
      silent. If you can do this and Slave Thelma is satisfied with
      your performance, the cuffs and gag wont be necessary next
      time. Do you understand?"

      She said something and flashed me begging eyes. I figured that
      she was probably assuring me that she would remain silent. Not
      that it mattered of course. The true reason Liz was bound and
      gagged was that I had to leave her with Thelma for a while. The
      bonds were a little insurance that she would stay honest until
      I returned.

      "Get to it ladies," I said with a smile, "I will be back in
      twenty minutes. I expect to find you both enjoying yourselves
      when I return."


==================================================================

      Over the years I've built up quite a collection of "kinky"
      outfits in the camper. These come from various places.
      Occasionally we've grabbed a hooker with interesting taste,
      sometimes Louise tires of an outfit and hands it down and every
      now and again we even buy something new. I have them because
      sometime we need to plant a girl on a street corner to isolate
      a hooker or we need to cruise a fetish club for recruits. I've
      hidden the outfits in a secret cupboard at the back of the
      camper's only bedroom together with all the bondage and capture
      equipment. I figure there is little chance it will be found by
      the cops if they search and if it is so what? We are Mr. and
      Mrs. Pervert out on the road and taking our kink with us for
      the ride. No law against that and to the police it would seem a
      lot more believable than a traveling white slaver.

      I pressed the hidden catches and opened the cupboard. What I
      needed right now was something extremely kinky, not just the
      little rubber and leather things that seemed in fashion these
      days. I found myself filling a bag with toys and clothes and
      was so caught up that I almost forgot the Polaroid. I found I
      was down to my last two film packs, which meant I needed to get
      all I could in twenty pictures. I sighed. It would be tough but
      it had to do. I added it to the bag then tossed in both Thelma
      and Liz's cosmetic collections. Finally I reached into the
      refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of Tequila and stuffed
      that in the bag as well. That got me to thinking about vices. I
      didn't smoke, neither did Liz and though she had when I took
      her I'd soon broken Thelma of that habit. Nodding I closed up
      the camper and headed back making sure I stopped off at the
      vending area to pick up a packet of cigarettes on the way.

      I found my girls hard at it. Thelma had shaved Liz smooth and
      then applied baby oil to soften the skin. Liz was twitching and
      squirming as Thelma's tongue worked her over. Her nipples were
      completely hard, her body tense and the low whimpering moans
      left me in no doubt that she would have sold her soul to cum.

      "Finish her," I ordered, "Then bring her through and assume
      position one."

      Thelma smiled up. "Yes Master," she said, then turned back to
      her wiggling charge.

      I dumped my collection of items on the bed and sat in the
      chair. Thelma appeared a moment later dragging a flushed but
      subdued Liz behind her by the handcuffs. On reaching the chair
      Thelma sank to her knees, sitting with her ass on her heels,
      legs parted, back arched, breasts thrust out, head up, eyes
      down and hands resting on thighs. This was position one. I
      nodded my approval. Liz struggled down and knelt as I'd shown
      her. Reaching up I removed the gag and then the cuffs.

      "Liz, Thelma is in position one. This is the position you will
      attempt to assume when we are alone and unobserved or when
      ordered. If you are bound in some way you will do your best to
      assume the position. Understand?"

      "Yes, Master Ben," she said. Her face was flushed. I smiled.

      "I want you to kiss Thelma deeply so that you can begin to
      learn your own taste, then you will copy her position." I said.

      They kissed again and then Liz settled back, making a number of
      small adjustments until she exactly mirrored Thelma's position.

      They knelt before me with heads upraised and eyes turned
      submissively downwards. Four naked breasts waited patiently for
      the touch of my hand, two naked pussy's waited for my throbbing
      cock. They would refuse me nothing, they would give me whatever
      I wanted and then thank me afterwards. It might get better than
      this but it would be difficult to see how.

      "That was very good Liz," I said, giving the girl a smile, "now
      Thelma you will give the new girl the standard introduction."

      Thelma turned to face Liz who looked up with wide questioning
      eyes.

      Thelma flashed a reassuring smile. "You are being trained as a
      sexual slave. A plaything to be used for your Master's
      pleasure. You have no rights, you own nothing not even your own
      body, you have no identity other than the one that the Master
      chooses to give you. You will never refer to yourself as *I*
      from now on you will refer to yourself as "this slave," "slave
      Liz," "this little one," or "this cunt." You will show Your
      Master respect and deference at all times. You will obey your
      Master first time every time, immediately and without thought
      for your own safety, comfort or convenience. The best that you
      can do is considered the minimum acceptable standard. Is that
      clear?"

      "Y...yes," Liz stuttered.

      Thelma smiled, her voice softened a little, "We are Master
      Ben's property, little one. We belong to him, he owns us body
      and soul, we exist for his pleasure and for his pleasure only.
      We have no identity other than the one he chooses to give us,
      no life but the one he permits, no needs but the need to serve
      him with all our spirit and all our heart." Reaching forwards
      she touched Liz's naked breast. I watched with interest as the
      nipple became fully erect at her touch. Liz was responsive,
      that added an extra 50K to her sale price. Thelma continued,
      "What is this," Thelma asked kindly.

      "That is this slave's breast?" Liz asked.

      Thelma cupped her own breasts. "This slave's body belongs to
      the Master," she intoned, "these are her Master's tits. He owns
      them and decides what will happen to them."

      Liz swallowed. "This slave's body belongs to the Master," she
      repeated, cupping her own breast in her hands "these are her
      Master's tits. He owns them and decides what happen to them."

      Thelma smiled and reached over to caress Liz's breast again.
      "What is this?" she asked.

      "This is the Master's tit," Liz said.

      "And this," Thelma asked, brushing Liz's ass.

      "That is the Master's ass." Liz said quickly.

      "And this," Thelma asked, this time cupping Liz's pussy.

      Liz gasped, then blushed. "That is the Master's cunt," she
      said.

      Thelma smiled, "That is good little one." She looked Liz over.
      "One of your duties is the maintenance of this body for your
      Master's pleasure. You will keep it clean and free of injury
      and disease. You will keep the hair the color and style of the
      Master's choosing, you will keep the cunt, under the arms and
      the legs free of hair, you will keep the body healthy through
      exercise and good eating. You will dress the body to match the
      Master's tastes, you will use the body to satisfy His desires.
      Do you understand?"

      "Yes. This slave will maintain this body for her Master's
      pleasure and to satisfy his desires," Liz said

      Thelma caught my eye and nodded, I smiled.

      "This unworthy slave is Master's number two girl," Thelma said,
      " Slave Louise is Master's number one and bellow us there are
      several slaves awaiting sale and others such as yourself
      awaiting training. A trainee slave is the lowest amongst us and
      must obey the orders of all those above her. It is an honor to
      be a slave and to use the word slave in your name. You have
      been given this honor Slave Liz and you will use your name with
      pride. In private you will refer to your sister slaves in full
      and use their title of slave as a sign of respect. The
      exceptions are Master's first and second girls who will be
      referred to as Mistress at all times. Is that clear?"

      "Y..yes Mistress Thelma. I am sorry that I didn't show the
      proper respect before," Liz said her face flushing with
      humiliation.

      Thelma lent forward and kissed Liz's forehead. "Forgiven little
      one."

      Thelma started to continue but I held up my hand.

      "I think that enough for today. Liz's head will be hurting
      soon." I smiled down at the kneeling girl. "What have you
      learnt?" I asked kindly.

      "This slave belongs to her Master." Liz said, "She is to be
      trained as a sex slave, she is to keep the body clean and
      healthy for the Master's use. She is to obey the Master and any
      slave above her. She has no rights, no possessions, she is
      nothing but a worthless cunt." There were tears there and I
      didn't understand why.

      I raised an eyebrow. "We never said the last bit," I said. She
      was sobbing I reached down and touched her chin, raising her
      head so that I could see her eyes. "Explain that last bit to me
      again." I asked.

      "I....this slave is nothing...." she started.

      "Who says," I asked.

      "H..her parents," she stuttered.

      "Their opinion is irrelevant," I said, imperiously, "*I* own
      you now. *My* opinion, *my* words are the only ones that count
      for anything from now on. Understand?"

      She nodded.

      "I say that you are my slave, my property. Not nothing! Now,
      what was the second one?"

      "W.....worthless," she spat, "This slave is w...worthless."

      I raised an eyebrow. "Was that your folks again?"

      She nodded.

      I laughed. "Oh my sweet little one. You are not _worthless_ I
      *wanted* you. I wanted you so badly that I risked my liberty,
      hell, my very life to own you. Do you think I would have gone
      to all this trouble for someone that is worthless. You are a
      desirable remember? Something that is worth far more to someone
      than others suspect." I turned to my younger slave. "Thelma,
      what are you worth?"

      Thelma smiled proudly, "This slave has a current market value
      in excess of half a million dollars Master."

      "There we are," I said, "and if you work hard on your training
      you could be worth that too. Just think, someone could want you
      enough to pay a million dollars to own you..."

      She blinked, smiled brightly and I knew we would be okay.

      I stood. "You were very good Slave Liz. Now we have one more
      thing to do before we go to bed."


==================================================================

      It took quite a time to get them ready, quite a time to get
      them drunk enough to do what I needed. Okay, so by now I had
      little doubts about Liz's loyalty and that she and Thelma would
      do whatever I asked but I needed a certain look to my pictures,
      I wanted them to show two drunken girls and the quickest way to
      do that was to get them drunk.

      "Here, sis...ter," Thelma giggled handing Liz the bottle.
      "Th..... thank you Mistress," Liz giggled back taking the
      bottle in her gloved hand and taking a nip. Her bright red lips
      caressed the top of the bottle lovingly as she gulped down the
      liquor. Laughing she put the bottled down. She turned to me
      with a drunk-but-horny look in her eyes. "M...master, this
      slave is out-of-her-tiny mind," she giggled, "but s..till ready
      to serve you...."

      "Stand over there," I ordered, taking the camera and getting it
      ready. The girls clung to one another in the doorway of the
      room, obviously drunk, obviously having a good time and
      obviously a pair of tramps. I admit that I'd taken the worse of
      our little collection, my girls looked like an explosion in a
      fetish factory. I had gone so extreme that even Thelma, who did
      trashy really well, had been too classy in her initial choices.
      I had them pose and then took two quick shots, one mainly of
      Liz and the other mainly Thelma.

      I had them wait there while the pictures developed, these were
      two of the main ones I would need, the two establishing shots
      to sell my little plan. If they were not perfect I would need
      to do them again. Liz's picture came first, we'd styled her
      hair with gel, giving it a trailer trash big hair look that
      looked extremely cheap. Add in the hooker makeup -- over done
      eyes and bright red lips and she was already looking like a
      tramp. The clothes took that ball and ran with it. Her top was
      bright red PVC, laced at the front to push her breasts up and
      hold them there. Bellow that was a short, short black lycra
      miniskirt and knee length red PVC front laced boots. A pair of
      elbow length black latex gloves rounded things off nicely. She
      stood with one booted foot raised and resting on it's toe, one
      black silky hand resting on her hip, the other spread and
      covering her crotch. She was pouting at the camera with a small
      half smile on her face. Behind her Thelma looked nervous and
      uncomfortable, half hiding behind the older woman.

      I changed pictures. A nervous looking Thelma stared out of the
      picture, her doe in the headlights look exactly what I was
      looking for. She was dressed in a tight black leather corset,
      thigh length black leather high heeled boots and her leather
      cheerleader skirt. Again a pair of latex gloves completed
      things. Thelma's pose looked awkward, nervous and posed. A
      grimaced half smile seemed to have been stapled on her brightly
      painted lips. Behind her Liz was taking a belt from the bottle.
      I nodded, got them first time. I knocked the exposures off my
      limited list and set up for the next. The girls lifted their
      skirts revealing garters, stocking tops and an absence of
      underwear. Again I had Thelma look nervously at the camera
      while Liz beamed and parted her pussy lips with her gloved
      fingers.

      We continued in a similar vein, trying several different shots.
      It was hard to get the pair to reverse roles, to make Liz look
      happy relaxed and sexy while Thelma looked like a nervous
      virgin teen. The limited number of pictures gave me little
      chance of reshoots and soon I was forced to set up the pictures
      I really needed.

      I had Liz drape herself over one of the chairs, legs open skirt
      pulled up, head flung back. The almost empty bottle, it's mouth
      covered in smeared lipstick was paced on the table by her side.
      I took one shot of her playing with her freed breast, the other
      hand elegantly curved and holding a cigarette. It took a while
      for me to get the right pout, the right sexiness in her eye but
      when she did I knew I had a winner and took two identical
      shots. Then I pulled back, doing the same pose except this time
      she had two slick, gloved fingers buried deep inside her pussy.
      Happy I took a similar set of pictures of a nervous Thelma.
      Then one of Liz happily eating Thelma's pussy.

      The last shots of the pack was taken by Thelma. One showed Liz
      on her knees, gloved hand and red painted lips both wrapped
      around my erect cock, a look of excitement and bliss was on the
      older woman's painted face leaving the viewer in little doubt
      that the little slut was enjoying herself.

      Thelma took the last shot moments later, as I drove my cock
      deep into Liz's damp pussy, the woman was arched back, eyes
      closed, painted lips parted, a wild orgasmic look on her face.

      I had what I wanted.

      After that I had the girls shower together while I went back
      through the pictures. A few would have to be tossed away but I
      had ended up with about a dozen good ones.

      I laughed, The pictures were more than good enough to finish
      Elizabeth's marriage and destroy her old life forever.

      I could hardly wait to see the look on Keith's face.......

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