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From: timidt@NS_hotmail.com (Timid)
Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Vanishing Point Part 8 (M/ff, B and D, Kidnap)
Date: Thu,  8 Aug 2002 14:10:06 -0400
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		Vanishing Point Part 8 (Elizabeth)
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      She was too tired to fight. Her body hurt in muscles she never
      knew she had. What these two had done to her had really driven
      her mad with lust. Even now with this hateful gag in her mouth,
      she could still taste each of them on her tongue. Valiantly,
      she fought down the desire to be ill. Choking to death was not
      an option.

      Her eyes behind the blindfold drifted closed. Her breathing
      deepened. Exhaustion took hold as she passed into quiet sleep.

      The shock on my sensitive clitoris jerked me awake and back to
      reality. A few moments to regain my bearings complicated by the
      feelings from deep inside and the incessant murmur from the
      tape droning in my ears.

      A deep breath, fighting off sleep. I could feel the sweat on my
      body. My nose wrinkled at the stench of sweat and sex.
      Carefully, I took stock of my situation. Bound, gagged,
      blindfolded. My body used as a toy by the two psychotics who
      were who knows where now. Hooked up to wires and shafts
      designed to keep me wakeful and wanting. The tape combined with
      the lack of sleep to break down my will. But, they had never
      encountered someone like me. Elizabeth Monroe. I was not one of
      Pavlov's dogs to be trained to drool at the sight of an
      engorged penis. I was Elizabeth Monroe, successful advertising
      executive for a prestigious firm. While my personal life before
      this incident was not in the best of condition, I was well
      aware that with the proper tactics order would once again be
      restored.

      I took another deep breath and did my utmost to ignore the
      prattle coming from the earphones. Slave, indeed. This man was
      beyond psychotic. I had had psychology courses galore in
      college. I was at least as aware of his intentions as he.
      Slowly, I thought what to do. Sleep, even a light doze, was
      obviously out of the question. To occupy my mind, I used
      visualization. I visualized myself during a presentation. I
      visualized myself during a board meeting. I pictured myself
      giving that damned Keith and that little bitch Ruth exactly
      what they deserved.

      It took tremendous strength of will to ignore the constant
      movement of the vibrator. Almost, not quite. Always pushing my
      body to the brink and then retreating.

      I survived the night chanting in my mind. "I am Elizabeth. I
      will be in control. Any reactions of my body are often beyond
      my control but my mind is in control. I will not succumb." Over
      and over through the long darkness of the late night.

      ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

      I had no way of knowing how late they slept. I knew only the
      time was beginning to wear thin. But the effects of the alcohol
      had begun to wear off. I had slowly and methodically developed
      a plan of action. And I waited for my chance to put it in
      practice.

      Finally, I felt the straps being loosened behind my head. I
      stretched my jaw, trying to relieve the tension from its long
      confinement. I wished he would remove the blindfold, it would
      help but it was not to be. A straw at my lips. I sipped
      silently. The juice was cold and felt wonderful on my dry
      throat.

      "Liz, I'll allow you a bit of breakfast now." Carefully, I kept
      my face neutral and ignored him. "Liz!" His voice was sharp.

      The sharp twist of my nipple finally broke my silence. "Answer
      when I speak to you, bitch!"

      I strained to keep my voice calm. "I'm very sorry. I didn't
      know you were addressing me. My name is Elizabeth. I did need
      to speak to you. You understand this is not a hopeless
      situation." My heart was pounding. Calm, reasonable voice. "As
      I'm sure you're aware, it would not be in my best interest to
      make this little episode wide spread knowledge so I will pay
      you for any of your expenses and we can go our separate ways."

      Silence.

      "As for breakfast, I am not hungry at the moment. But thank
      you."

      Silence.

      ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

      I could feel every bump in the road. I wanted to scream but
      didn't. Couldn't. The hateful plug was back in my mouth. My
      arms were bound tightly behind me, the elbows lashed
      excruciatingly together. A bar held my knees apart. My ankles
      were tied together, pulled up and fastened to my wrist
      bindings. He had smeared something on my nipples...a not
      unpleasant experience to begin with but now, who knew how much
      later, it was becoming almost unbearable. It was warm, very
      warm and kept my nipples in a constant state of arousal. And
      they rubbed against the carpeted floor of the vehicle. Adding
      insult to injury, sometimes one of them, I didn't know who,
      would come back to stroke my clitoris or my labia with their
      fingers or to push the hateful vibrator back deeply into me. I
      slept when I could. The blindfold helped. Light did not disturb
      my rest.

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