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From: tmquin@NS_attglobal.net (Thomas M Quin)
Subject: {ASSM} {ASS} Vanishing Point: Part 3 (M/ff, B and D, Kidnap)
Date: Thu,  8 Aug 2002 15:10:03 -0400
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			Vanishing Point Part 3 (Ben)
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      The path back to the motel ran down the side of the highway. As
      such, it offered few prospects, since the road was always busy
      and the chances of being able to do anything unseen were few.
      So I bided my time, waiting for the point just before the motel
      where the path turned away from the road, cutting through some
      sparse woodland. Liz kept right on, babbling about her husband
      and her sister and it seemed as if open war would break out
      once she got home.

      Except, of course that she wasn't going home.

      I admit that we dawdled a little. I was in no hurry and neither
      was she, and I admit that I liked talking to her, liked
      listening to details of the life she was about to leave behind
      forever.

      We were almost at the woods when I heard men's voices coming
      from behind us. I gave a silent curse -- of course the fuckers
      had to go for a midnight stroll here. Liz, like most women
      hearing strange men behind her speeded up slightly and that was
      the last thing I needed. The woods were the last place I could
      do anything clever before the motel, I needed little Miss
      Lizzie to be nicely quiet and subdued before I risked taking
      her to my room.

      It was now or never.

      She had hold of my arm so it was relatively simple to direct
      her towards a large tree that stood off from the path. She was
      still very drunk and giggling as she staggered towards it. I
      waited until she was close, then pushed her back against the
      rough trunk. She gasped and I used the opportunity to kiss her,
      hard and passionately, my fingers fumbling for the knot of her
      scarf. The knot came away and I dragged the scarf from around
      her neck. For a second, she was stunned, and I used the
      opportunity to cover my actions. I gently pinned her body
      against the tree, licking and kissing at her exposed throat.
      Amazingly she responded, low moans punctuating my actions as my
      hand eased her jacket over her shoulders. I eased the pinning
      pressure and the jacket slid off behind her. Smiling I started
      to caress her breast though blouse and bra, feeling the little
      hardening nub of her erect nipple. Another low moan came from
      her throat. I think she would have fucked me then and there of
      her own free will but I didn't have time to find out.

      "Close your eyes and open your mouth wide, honey," I whispered.

      Giggling, she complied, probably thinking it was some kinky
      game. It was, but not what she was expecting. I shoved the
      balled-up Hermes into her mouth, strong fingers packing the
      silk into every inch of her mouth. She ummphed and her eyes
      flew open. I increased the pressure and pinned her body and her
      right arm against the tree. I just had time to shift my
      position and grab her flailing left wrist when the men who had
      been behind us came into the clearing. I clamped my left hand
      over her packed mouth hard enough to pin her head against the
      tree. With her body and right arm already pinned by my body,
      she was pretty much helpless. I moved my head in front of hers,
      until my eyes were inches from hers. I knew that in the
      darkness we would look like people necking under the tree. Sure
      enough, we got a couple of wolf whistles and crude jokes from
      the men as they passed, but they didn't seem to notice anything
      wrong. I felt her captive body heaving against mine, but there
      was nothing she could have done even if she'd been sober.

      We stayed like that for a few long minutes until I was sure
      that our friends were out of the way, then I eased up.

      "Ok Liz, listen up," I said cheerily, "there's two ways this
      can go down -- the easy way or the hard way. It doesn't matter
      to me which you choose, and to be honest neither choice affects
      the final outcome. The hard way can be quite painful and is not
      really recommended. If I was you, I'd go with the easy way.
      Agreed?"

      She nodded, her stunned mind trying to make sense of yet
      another horror to have befallen her in the same day.

      I kissed her forehead. "That's my good girl. Now turn around
      and put your hands behind your back."

      She did, standing like a statue as I used one of the smaller
      ties to bind her elbows together. Taking the second tie I
      threaded it though the belt she was wearing before wrapping it
      around her wrists and pulling it tight. This ensured her wrists
      were neatly welded to the small of her back, restricting her
      upper body movement and reducing her chances of bending over or
      attracting attention.

      "That's a good girl," I coaxed, running my fingers gently
      through her hair, "just one more and we'll go home, okay?"

      She didn't respond, probably still trying to come to terms with
      the sudden change of events. Taking the long tie I pressed it
      against the scarf that packed her mouth. She moaned a little
      but couldn't stop me from bringing the ends together and
      ratcheting the band down a little. I spent some time getting
      her hair out from under the tie and positioning it at the base
      of her skull where she would have difficulty sliding it off.
      The one problem with these ties is that that they are a one
      shot deal, it pays to ensure that everything is set before you
      finally tighten.

      Satisfied that I had it positioned as good as I could, I slowly
      and gently tightened, checking with my fingers as the band
      pulled the Hermes deeper into Liz's mouth. Eventually the thin
      tie started to bite into the corners of her mouth. She let out
      a muffled whimper and I stopped. Enough was enough and I'm no
      sadist.

      She seemed subdued but strangely flushed. I reached for her
      jacket.

      "Let's go," I said kindly. "There's someone you should meet."

      .....................................................

      I don't think anyone was even awake when we returned to the
      motel. Even if they were, it was doubtful they would have seen
      much in the poor light. We seemed like an average couple on our
      way back from a bar. I had obviously draped my jacket over my
      date's shoulders to spare her the cold. She had had too much to
      drink as was obvious from her staggers and the way I was having
      to hold her so tightly. She was also a little sick and was
      keeping her head down just in case. All in all we looked kind
      of normal and not at all like a man dragging a bound and gagged
      woman towards his motel room. The materials helped -- her scarf
      was light colored and so packed in her mouth that it kinda
      looked like teeth in the weak light. The thin tie was lost
      against her skin and of course her jacket hid her bound wrists.

      Drunk and tied, she offered no real resistance and before long
      I was fumbling for my keys. "I have so much to tell you, my
      pet," I whispered as I kissed her head. "Welcome to the
      beginning of the rest of your life."

      Opening the door, I pushed her inside.

      Thelma looked up from her position on the floor but made no
      other move or sound. Liz's eyes widened.

      "Ummmppphhh?" Liz asked.

      I smiled. "Liz, this is Thelma. Thelma, meet Liz."

      Thelma smiled. "Welcome, sister," she said.

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