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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."
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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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