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From: dirtyoldman4syf@aol.com (DirtyOldMan4syf)
Subject: {ASSM} The Abduction of Britney 02
Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2003 07:10:02 -0500
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The first part of my plan had gone well.  The rains washed away any evidence
there might have been.  Her own stated desire to "get away from it all" would
keep people from searching for her for at least a couple of days.  When they
looked for her, they would find she had simply vanished without a trace.

She was mine.

Britney awoke slowly several hours after the abduction.  Her eyelids fluttered
and she tried to get up, only to discover she was unable to move.  She was
firmly straped down on a flat surface.  

"Wha ????"

"Ah, you are awake.  Welcome back, my pet."

"huh?"  She struggled to move but couldn't.

"Your struggles are useless Britney."

"WHO THE HELL AREYOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?"

I laughed and stayed in the shadows.  "I am your owner, your Master.  That is
all you need to know right now."

"YOU DUMB FUCK.  DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?"

"Yes, Britney, I know who you are, or should I say who you were.  But that life
no longer exists for you.  From now on, you belong to me and will be doing
whatever I decide you will do."

"YOU SICK GODDAMN <<<<<<"  I slapped a ball gag into her mouth and tightened
it.

"You will not talk to me that way.  In fact, slave, you will not talk unless I
allow it."  I said as I took out a large knife.  "As I told you, your life is
no longer yours.  You are mine to do with as I wish.  I now control you totally
and completely."

Her eyes grew wide with terror as she looked at the knife.  Exceelent.  I had
not take her clothing off her before now because I wanted her conscious when I
did it.  I wanted her to know there was nothing she could do to stop me, to
prevent me from removing her clothing.  I wanted her to realize I could do
anything I wanted to her.

Control is as much about perception as it is about actually physical bonds. 
When I was through she would know who was in control and she would accept it.

Slowly, I began to cut her tee of her.  She shook her head and made sounds of
protest through the gag.  I slowly cut the tee from her, making sure the dull
metal back of the knife rubbed against her skin.  

She struggled against the restraints, but they were tight and of my own design.
 SHe was held firmly -- her wrists above her head, a collar at her throat, a
strap around her waist, legs down at knees, and ankles firmly secured.  She was
spread eagled.  The more she struggled, the more she realized how helpless her
situation was.  I wanted her to know that, and could smell the fear on her.  It
was good.

As I finished the tee and dropped it to the floor, I started to cut away the
sports bra.  Again, I went slowly, just cutting away with my knife and allowing
the blunt side to rub her skin.

Her breasts sprang free.  "Wonderful" I exclaimed as her 38D were exposed.

She started to cry.

I liked that.  It meant she was scared and felt helpless.

"These look like they need some attention," I said as I put the knife aside and
begin to slowly and softly roll her nipples between my fingers.

She cried harder.  I kept rolling them.  They remained soft so I leaned in and
sucked one into my mouth, rolling it with my tounge until it get erect.

"Excellent."  I shouted as I moved to the other nipple and repeated the process
while my left hand and fingers kept the first nipple erect.

A very low moan, not of passion, but of fear, rattled in her throat.  Yes, this
was working just right.

I again took the knife and cut her running shorts from her.  Her vain attempts
to get loose increased, and only served to inform her just how tightly and
expertly she was straped down.  

"NO ESCAPE BRIT."  I yelled as I reached down and ripped her panties away.  One
of the most famous slits in the world lay exposed before me as my hand
carressed her mound, my fingers poking and probing.

Nothing would save her.  Nothing. Ever.

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