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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Vanishing Point Part 14 (M/ff, NC B and D)
Date: Thu,  8 Aug 2002 11:10:03 -0400
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		Vanishing Point Part 14 (Slave Liz)
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      I tried not to think about the past. It was a blur, a dark
      world shrouded by black curtains. I knew only I was Liz. Every
      movement, every breath filled me with wonder. This was all new!
      The cold of the tiles under my knees made me feel so alive. The
      hint of air on my naked breasts made me feel so free. The taste
      of Master Ben, the scent of Slave Thelma. All this was...my
      world. I remembered little from before. I remembered I was
      married. I remembered I had had sex. I remembered...being
      scared, being alone, being dominated.

      The tears came slowly as I finally admitted I was worthless to
      Master Ben. But he was so gentle, so kind, so....positive. I
      could not help but smile. This was my world now and I would
      make Master Ben happy. I would enjoy the freedom I had now. My
      mind reveled in the scents, the colors, the sounds. It was all
      almost too much. I felt overloaded, over stimulated.

      Thelma shaving me as my arms were pulled tightly over my head.
      I tried so hard...so hard to remain still. Master Ben wanted
      it. I had to remain still. The touch of Thelma's hands on my
      pussy almost sent me through the wall. Every touch felt so good
      I was almost in pain. It was all so new. It was as if I had
      awakened from a long sleep to an alien world. I wanted to
      explore, experience it all! With the first flick of Thelma's
      tongue, I wanted to scream. Master Ben was wise to gag me. I
      wanted to scream to the world I was alive! I wanted the entire
      world to know I was here, I was alive, I felt!!

      The tequila made me shudder at first. It tasted...strange. The
      clothes felt strange. But I was determined to make Master Ben
      proud of me. I was worth something! Master Ben said so. I
      ached, I ached so badly. I wanted to feel the pressure of a
      cock sliding into me. I wanted the blessed feeling of cum
      shooting into me. I needed it. I needed that feeling of
      control, control of another person, the control of someone
      valuing me enough for that.

      As my gloved fingers slipped into my pussy, the flash going off
      once again, a tiny voice cried in my head. I could hear it, I
      fought it. A glimmer of doubt. This was not as it was supposed
      to be, the voice lectured. You are not this person, the voice
      intoned. You are Elizabeth, not a slut. I ignored it as much as
      I could. I didn't know who the voice was, I was so scared of
      that voice!

      And as Master Ben blessed me with his cock in my pussy, I
      banished the voice. I reveled in the feeling. I was Master
      Ben's! I would be the best slave ever. This was my choice, this
      was my destiny. I would feel! I cried as I came, the tears of
      joy a blessing. I could feel.

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      We showered, laughing and giggling. I soaped Thelma's body,
      slowly, carefully. Her breasts were firm and so tender. I
      envied her that. I envied her her youth. I knew not how old I
      was but...my body was different and I looked down on it with
      disgust. I resolved to work harder, to tighten up more. I would
      need to exercise to make any master I may have find me
      desirable. While Thelma washed my back, her fingers slipping
      softly into the crack of my buttocks, I put my hands against
      the back of the shower stall, leaning over to afford Thelma
      greater access. I sighed contentedly. This was my world. And
      the little voice whispered, "How old are you anyway?"

      "Hours," I sighed. "Hours."

      ***************************************************************

      When we emerged from the bathroom, Master Ben was dozing in the
      chair. Thelma smiled at me and whispered in my ear. I giggled.
      This would be fun. With childish delight, I stood behind Master
      Ben, waiting for Thelma's signal.

      She knelt in front of him, her red hair gleaming in the dim
      light of the motel room. Smiling, she leaned forward, careful
      not to touch him too soon. I held my hands above his chest,
      waiting.

      Master Ben startled awake quickly. The double sensations of
      Thelma's mouth enveloping his sleeping cock and my nails
      lightly scratching up his chest sending him instantly
      awake...and prominently aroused. I leaned around him, my hair
      brushing lightly against his chest as I kissed him deeply. He
      reached up and pulled me around the chair, smiling. "My little
      slaves are still feeling frisky?" he sighed.

      As his hands expertly toyed with my nipples, Thelma spoke,
      "There is still the bet, Master Ben. Your slaves' duty is to
      please you."

      "Oh, but I am the master here, Slave Thelma. I decide how and
      when I shall be pleased." his mock irritation sent a shiver of
      fear through me.

      Properly chastened, slave Thelma knelt back into position one.
      "Of course, Master Ben. Your slave is properly corrected and is
      ready to accept whatever punishment you decide upon." Her small
      smile belied her submissive attitude.

      I was trembling now. Master Ben was angry, I thought. Or maybe
      he wasn't. I was confused. Had we made a mistake? Would Master
      Ben forgive me? I was trying so hard! Maybe he would make
      allowances for my inexperience, understand I was still
      learning. I began to tremble. I tried to stop, tried to hold
      still. Master Ben looked up at me, his fingers lightly stroking
      my already painfully erect nipple. "Are you okay, slave Liz?"

      The tears burst forth. "I....This slave is sorry, Master Ben,
      for overstepping her bounds. Please don't get rid of this
      slave. This slave will do better next time, Master Ben. This
      slave will....." He stood swiftly, finger to my lips.

      "Shhh, Liz. Shhhh, it is alright. There was no harm intended
      and none taken. But I do have a few ideas and I know I'm going
      to enjoy them." His strong hand cupped my pussy before his
      fingers slid along my already moist slit. I moaned, feeling his
      hard cock pressing against me.

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      The aftereffects of the tequila still fogged my brain but I
      focussed well enough to smile as Master Ben tied my hands in
      front of me. He gently guided me to the bed, tying them to the
      head board above me. A cuff around each ankle. A rope through a
      ring on each cuff. Then, grinning, he pulled the rope up,
      higher, higher and tied it off to the bedpost. Then the other
      leg. He pushed a pillow under my lower back to help to support
      me. Then he guided Thelma between my legs, pushing her head
      down. The first touch of her lips, her tongue sent electric
      shocks through my body. I moaned louder and louder. I could
      hear, feel, Thelma's moan as Master Ben slid his hard cock into
      her. She wiggled, groaning. Her groaning transmitting itself to
      my sensitive pussy. Her tongue made me wild. It delved deeper,
      pushed harder as Master Ben moved rhythmically in and out. Time
      was suspended as my head moved side to side, my arms pulling at
      the ropes holding me. My legs pulled up, pushing my hips harder
      towards Thelma. She groaned in frustration as Master Ben
      panted, "Not yet. Not yet. Not yet."

      Her tongue was still torturing my clit when I felt the bed move
      once..then again. Master Ben was beside my head, straddling my
      chest. "Clean me up." he ordered. I opened my mouth and took
      his limp cock, sucking and licking Thelma's juices from him,
      tasting the mingling of his cum and Thelma's arousal. As I
      worked, I could feel life pumping back into his cock. It grew
      and hardened. Master Ben groaned, "Now to the main event."

      Hoarsely, he ordered Thelma onto my face. I eagerly began to
      lick at her clit and dripping pussy. She moaned again,
      groaning, "Oh, please, Master...oh, please, master."

      Master Ben laughed softly. "Not yet."

      I couldn't see but could feel his hard cock at my wet pussy. I
      pushed up to meet him. One stroke, two strokes and then
      nothing. Emptiness. I screamed into Thelma in frustration. I
      could feel the dampness down my slit. Beyond dampness.
      Saturated. Running down the crack of my ass. Then I felt Master
      Ben's finger at my asshole. Gently, pushing, opening. I tried
      to wiggle away. No, no, no, no...not this. Not this. I
      whimpered as Thelma ground herself onto my face, encouraging me
      to continue.

      A throbbing intensity sliding into my pussy. A soft voice,
      "Relax, slave. Relax. This is your master's desire." His finger
      circling my clit as his cock slowly, inexoribly pushed into my
      ass. I tightened. Fought to keep him out. But the vibrator, his
      finger, his insistance won. He was buried in my ass, pumping
      slowly in and out as his finger worked my clit, the vibrator
      working my pussy. Thelma above me moved her hips, moaning
      piteously for release. Then I shuddered, tensing, crying into
      Thelma's clit, feeling Master Ben's cum shooting into my ass,
      hearing his belated cry out to Thelma, "Cum, my slut! Cum!"


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      Sleeping between Thelma and Master Ben, I felt secure and
      comfortable. I drifted off, awash in a sea of sexual
      satisfaction and joy at my life. I was wanted, I was needed. I
      was a desirable. The belt around my waist held me softly and
      securely, holding my hands to the rings in front. I was safe.
      The cloth gag in my mouth sealed in my contentment.

      I rode the sea of sleep, lolling gently in its sweet embrace.

      ****************************************************

      She sat up suddenly, staring at the suit hanging across the
      room. Hatred, fear, disgust filled her eyes.

      The redhead sleeping beside her sat up slowly, "Sister? Sister?
      Are you alright?" she whispered.

      She stared at the suit.

      Soft hands releasing the gag. "Are you okay, sister? Do you
      need something? Do you need to relieve yourself or a drink?"

      She stared before speaking, her voice a dull monotone, "That is
      Elizabeth's favorite suit. I hate it. When she wears that suit,
      she is in total control. Total denial. I hate that suit. I wish
      I could rip it to shreds with my bare hands. It is her armor.
      Her wall." Her voice was low, barely audible, cold.

      The redhead fitted the gag back into her mouth, gently pushing
      her back down on the covers, holding her tightly. She soothed
      her back to sleep. "Shhhh, Liz. It's okay. shhhhhhhhhhh, go to
      sleep."

      The dreams came, slowly at first, then with increasing
      rapidity. Then THE DREAM.

      The brown haired girl smiled happily, laughing. "Daddy! Daddy!
      What's the surprise? What? It's my birthday! You have to tell
      me!"

      The big man next to her laughed, his hair shining in the sun.
      "Patience, Lizzie. Patience!"

      Then to the fence. Inside the fence a beautiful bay horse stood
      patiently tied to the railing, his saddle oiled and gleaming in
      the sun. "Happy birthday, Lizzie. I hope you like your
      present." The blond woman by the horse was smiling, happy.
      Lizzie giggled in excitement, climbing through the fence.

      "Look! Look, Ruthie! I got a horse! I really got a horse!"
      Ruthie looked on, smiling wanly.

      "I see, Lizzie. You got a beautiful horse." She climbed through
      the fence, stooping to pull her jeans down over her boots
      better, before continuing toward the horse. She went around the
      side, patting the horse and feeling the cold-warmth of the
      leather saddle. Slipped her hand under the saddle a bit.

      Lizzie excitedly put her foot into the stirrup, swinging
      awkwardly up onto the horse. As she settled down, and took the
      reins, she wiggled just a bit...and the hrose jumped, yanking
      free from her mother holding the bridle. It reared up into the
      air, Lizzie holding on tightly. The horse bolted, jumping the
      far fence of the corral, Lizzie screaming for help. Her mother
      and father, frozen by the suddenness of the situation, burst
      into action, running into the barn to grab horses to follow the
      fleeing duo. Ruthie smiled.

      The ground was hard when she hit it, knocking the breath out of
      her. She laid there, unable to think, staring into the bright
      sun. Her parents kneeling beside her, Ruthie breathless behind
      them, smiling when they couldn't see. But Lizzie saw.

      Lizzie crying. Finding the burr under the saddle. Not trusting
      the horse again. Never going near the horses again. Scared,
      terrified, in control. And Ruthie taking the horse. Lizzie
      never rode again.

      Liz cried fitfully in her sleep.

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