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Vanishing Point Part 9 (Ben)
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I slept like a God, one warm, naked, beautiful woman nuzzled
into my side, another tied to a chair beginning her first night
of slavery. It might be possible to get better than this but I
doubt it. All these late night fun and games meant that we
slept until quite late into the morning but that was ok -- it
allowed the families and early risers plenty of time to exit
the motel before we had to think about moving our little
"package" out.
For part of the morning I just dozed, enjoying the proximity
and softness of Thelma's sweet compliant body and listening to
the occasional grunt from Liz. Eventually it was time to go, so
with some regrets I slapped Thelma's ass and started into the
day.
We got cleaned up and dressed first, leaving Liz to do what she
had been doing all night, squirming and grunting as the
machines worked her over. I doubt that blindfolded and wearing
the headset she even realized it was morning let alone that we
were up and about.
I used the bathroom first while Thelma assembled some
sandwiches from the supplies in our cooler. I had intended to
let Liz starve for a few days -- it's amazing what a woman will
do for a cheese sandwich when she hasn't eaten for a week --
but sitting there watching her I had a change of heart. Today
she could eat and build up a little strength before I took her
world from her completely.
While Thelma was in the bathroom I just sat and watched Liz as
she sat grunting and moaning to herself. She was saying
something, muffled by the gag I couldn't make it all out but
the sound of her name rang out loud and clear. She was
concentrating on fighting the walkman, dedicating as much of
her consciousness as still existed to denying the statement
that she was a slave. I smiled and watched as her butt squirmed
against the constant attention of the vibrator. I don't think
she'd realized that it was the physical battle she needed to
win at this stage. Her nipples were hard and erect, her body
covered in sweat, the musky smell of her juices filled the air
and frigid little Elizabeth -- the control freak--- had
completely lost control of her body. In addition, even the
battle she had tried to fight, the one for possession of her
mind, was not a complete victory. Oh, she was chanting whatever
it was she had dreamed up in place of the recording but in one
out of five times, she was saying the message from the walkman,
even though I doubted her conscious mind even realized it.
Thelma came out of the bathroom drying her hair.
"She's a strong one isn't she Master?" she asked.
I laughed, "not as strong as you are my pet, not nearly as
strong."
Thelma blinked. "But she is resisting?" she asked.
Standing I kissed her forehead. "Let's play a game," I said,
"we'll both write down what we think she'll say when we ungag
her. The one of us that comes closest will be pleasured by both
the looser and Liz tonight. Deal?"
Thelma's eyes sparkled, I knew what little trick she would want
from me if she won.
"Agreed, Master!" she said and we both wrote our answers on
pieces of paper. Folding the strips, we exchanged them and then
I reached for Liz's gag.
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She accepted the juice but that was no surprise -- after
chanting all night her throat was bound to be sore. However,
after that she tried to ignore me. A sharp twist of one of her
erect nipples soon put paid to that idea.
"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." I think her intention was to
sound imperial and relaxed. It actually came out as calm but
strained, high pitched, wavering but not broken. I nodded my
approval. It was a pity that after all going to all that effort
the sentence itself made little sense.
She licked her lips. "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." There was a desperation in the sentence,
she was fighting the vibrator, the many hours without sleep,
trying to stay in control. I smiled at Thelma who was looking
up wide eyed from my note. Guess who would be pleasuring who
tonight?
I was surprised when Liz turned down breakfast. That was a
mistake she would soon regret. I had intended to let her have
only one meal for the next few days. As she said she didn't
want breakfast I could only assume that she didn't want
anything. I imagined how desperate she would be by the time she
got another meal. The next time the little bitch ate it would
be only after paying a most humiliating forfeit.
I took Liz to the bathroom and allowed her a few moments to
freshen up. Meanwhile, Thelma brought the camper closer to the
Motel and parked it with the side door facing the door of our
room.
I prepared Liz for the brief trip to the camper. A rope hobble
reduced her chances of movement and a leash knotted tightly
around her pretty throat stopped any ideas of rebellion. After
giving her another Coke I replaced the penis gag in her mouth
then added a layer of bandage to muffle her further. A quick
twist of a nipple found Liz silent enough and once Thelma had
moved the last of our bags on board we were ready for the main
event.
When the time came it was almost too easy, I marched her out
lifted her into the camper and we were done. Total time in the
open, about 2 seconds, long enough for her to whimper out a
little muffled scream but with zero chance that anyone would
have seen her.
I let Thelma drive while I worked on our guest's comfort. First
up I replaced the hobble with a spreader bar, just to keep her
guessing as to what would happen next. I tied the spreader back
to her wrist ropes making a tight hog tie that left her legs
open and her little cunt defenseless. I figured the feeling of
open vulnerability would work on her over time, compound her
feelings of helplessness and loss of control.
I let her relax a little. I had a few plans once we hit the
nearest rest stop, but for now I was content to just leave her
alone with her helplessness. I had one parting gift however. I
got the salve from a herbalist I knew, mustard oil, olive oil
and a couple of other ingredients I'd never even heard of. The
ointment is hot and applied to the skin it burns and itches
without causing any permanent damage. The stuff sucks up
moisture, the damper it gets the hotter it gets and of course
it just loves sweaty skin. Using a rubber glove I smeared some
of the preparation onto Liz's sensitive little nipples. I was
rewarded by immediate groans and muffled cries of protest.
Smiling I watched while her nipples became pink and very erect.
I figured that would distract her for a while. For now I left
her hog-tied in the center of the camper, later after we'd
played a little I'd introduce her to a couple of the camper's
more interesting design features.
The camper looks old and run down, an illusion that costs a lot
to maintain. Mechanically the vehicle is a good twenty years
younger than the outer skin suggests and it has the heart of a
muscle truck. As a result even towing the covered Merc we made
good time. Thelma continued to drive while I watched Liz though
the curtain that divided the living area from the cab. At first
she struggled, perhaps hoping to find a weakness in bonds or
gag. Later when that proved futile she dozed for a while. I
needed her to sleep just a little, enough that her subconscious
mind had time to work on my orders but not so much that she
could get any refreshment. When I figured she'd slept enough I
returned and slipped the teasing vibrator back inside her.
Surprise number one was how damp she was even after a couple of
hours without direct stimulation. Surprise number two was how
she moaned and quaked as I pushed the intruder deeper into her
violated pussy.
Yes, Liz's body was learning its new role even as her mind
fought to resist. Smiling I replaced the headphones and started
the walkman. We would see how long she lasted this time.
Walking back to the cab I paused in the doorway and watched
while my little control freak rocked and quivered helplessly in
her bondage.
This time, the message she was chanting was mine.
I sat in the passenger seat and looked over at Thelma. One
thing you could say about my little slave was that she has a
really expressive face. At that moment she was wearing her cute
but puzzled look. I decided to help her out.
"Ok slave, what's on your mind?"
Thelma cleared her throat. "How did you know Master? How did
you know that slave Liz would try to buy her freedom?"
"Ah the bet," I said, "I was wondering when you'd ask about
that."
Thelma nodded and waited patiently. I feel I'm a little of a
magician, I hate to give my secrets away, but Thelma had been
such a good girl I decided to give an exception just this once.
"Ok, let's start with a bit of basic behavioral science." I
began, "When faced with a crisis situation most people fall
back on what they know best. It's called the automatic
response. Sometimes that response is appropriate, sometimes it
isn't. In fact a *hell* of a lot of money goes into training
people like air crew and firemen so that their automatic
response is to act rationally under situations where acting by
instinct would be disastrous." I glanced over at my little
slave, "You ok so far?"
Thelma nodded, but I could see her puzzled frown was deepening.
"Good! Now little miss power bitch in there is an advertising
exec, that means the things she does *every day* is make
decisions and make *deals.* So here she is, unable to move, any
decision she can make nullified by ropes and tape, so when the
opportunity arises she goes with what she knows. She attempts
to deal. You understand?"
Thelma bit her bottom lip. "I...I think so Master."
I rolled my eyes. "Ok slave, something puzzles you, spill it!"
Thelma blushed. "Well Master," she said, "When this slave said
that slave Liz was strong you said she wasn't as strong as this
unworthy one. Yet, slave Liz went through the night without
buckling. This little one was happily chanting that you were my
Master by morning...."
I laughed, Thelma looked surprised.
"Tell me Thelma, were you my slave, really? Would you have done
anything I ordered that first morning?"
Thelma thought for a moment, "This slave had not learnt her
place at that time Master. I doubt she would have obeyed."
"Exactly!" I agreed, "the sleep deprivation doesn't make
someone a slave, it aids training but that's all. You
surrendered to it, you said whatever I wanted you to say just
to get some rest. In short, you were strong enough to sacrifice
the small things to protect the big ones." I looked through the
curtain at where Liz quaked and chanted. "Little Liz in there
can't do that. A control freak's problem is that they can't
afford to loose control of anything, no matter how small. She
is fighting the indoctrination tape, burning off resistance she
would be better off saving until later. She thinks that she has
a plan, that if she can keep control she can ride out the
storm. In truth all she is doing is making her end more
certain. When her control finally crumbles she will have
nothing left, I doubt even her personality will survive."
I settled back, "Liz is an interesting one. You see, the
advertising industry spends more on psychological and
psychometrics research than all the mental health people
combined. She knows a lot of fringe psychological facts and she
believes that knowledge will somehow protect her."
Thelma looked puzzled again. "Won't it Master?" she asked.
I laughed, "Thelma, I'm a ballistics expert, a master gunsmith,
I've even given expert testimony in court for a couple of
firearms cases. Do you think that all those facts somehow make
me bulletproof?"
"I suppose not," she agreed.
"Five years ago I had a Professor of experimental psychology
bound and gagged on the very rug our little Liz is wiggling on.
The woman's car had broken down and she felt more at ease
accepting a lift from a man and a woman. My slave at the time
was Gillian, you remember me speaking of her?"
Thelma nodded, "She preceded slave Louise who preceded this
unworthy one."
I smiled. "Well, that professor spent the first week telling me
why all of this stuff wouldn't work. She told me about this
study, that study, why coercive conditioning couldn't work. How
the CIA had tried drugs, sensory deprivation, electrodes in the
brain, and nothing had worked."
"Did she manage to resist indoctrination Master?" Thelma asked.
"Well, she was the one who chloroformed you, why don't you tell
me?"
Thelma looked amazed, "You mean that slave Louise was...."
I nodded, "Yes, Louise was that pushy little professor. For a
week she held out telling me that it would never --could
never-- work. Two weeks later she was sucking my cock like she
had been born to it. You can ask her about it yourself the next
time you see her."
Louise was at home caring for our two children, Mark and Emily.
Looking at her today its hard to imagine the frigid, tight
assed little academic we picked up that night. I felt my heart
fill with love. Hell, this Stockholm syndrome stuff isn't all
single sided you know, it's impossible to keep a slave for a
long time without developing feelings for her, especially if
she's the mother of your children.
Smiling with recollection I glanced over. Thelma still seemed a
little shocked. I think part of her fully believes that she
chose to submit to me, that perhaps someone else would have
resisted more. In truth she had no choice, from the moment we
picked her up her life as a slave was certain. Not only are my
basic techniques sound, Louise has worked long and hard
perfecting them.
"There's a little rest stop coming up in a few miles," I said
gently, "If it's empty pull in and find us a quiet spot at the
back."
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I had Thelma get ready before I did anything to Liz.
The captive rolled on the floor moaning and making some attempt
to get our attention. I think she was sensing us though our
footfalls. If we stopped moving for any period she went back to
chanting from the tape. The occasional return of her alternate
chant showed she was still trying to think for herself but that
was waning. The tape, a stupid little pre training gimmick,
seemed like it was about to claim its first victim.
When we where ready I lifted Liz onto one of the chairs and
removed the blindfold.
Liz blinked for a moment, then her eyes widened in horror.
Thelma looked good in Elizabeth's expensive suit, far better
than Liz did in fact. We had taken time to get everything
right, from the highly polished court shoes on her feet to the
cut of the honey brown wig that covered her own red locks. The
makeup came from Liz's vanity case and was applied as the older
woman had worn it yesterday, hell we'd even smudged the mascara
as if she'd been crying. The Hermes, retired from it's gagging
duties, had been carefully washed and tied around Thelma's
neck. I nodded and Thelma did a slow twirl, allowing our wide
eyed captive to take in all the details.
Thelma looked almost identical to the way Elizabeth had the day
before. I say almost because we had been forced to make a
couple of additions to the outfit. One was the pair of black
leather female driving gloves we'd found in Liz's purse, very
fashionable and of course they cut down on any fingerprint
evidence. The second addition was a pair of Raybans, again from
Liz's purse, which would help Thelma look a little more like
the older woman.
"Think she'll pass?" I asked. Of course Liz couldn't answer,
but she was able to give her trademark disgusted snort.
I smiled, "I think so too." I turned to Thelma.
"Take the route I gave you. Those roads have automatic speed
cameras on the legs I marked. Try to break a limit or two but
don't get pulled over. When the highway patrol process the film
tomorrow we'll have another breadcrumb for them to follow."
I turned to the wide eyed Liz. "It'll cost you a couple of
penalty points I'm afraid," I said with mock regret, "but I'm
sure it'll get the right kind of attention."
We would be out of the state by tonight so I wasn't worried by
the police. The Merc would have to stop for fuel at least
twice. I had chosen places which had automated pumps, the
credit card transactions and the blurry security camera
pictures would add a few more crumbs to our ghost trail.
"Meet me at the rendezvous tonight at twenty hundred hours." I
said, "Be a good girl and tonight little Lizzie learns how to
eat pussy."
"Yes Master!" Thelma said, flashing Liz a hungry look as she
left.
I turned to my shocked captive. "Now for you my pet," I said to
Liz," I'm afraid not having Thelma's help means I can't afford
the luxury of keeping you out in the open any more. Still I'm
sure you can make do."
We have a couch like structure built against one of the walls
near the table. During the day it's a couch, at night a single
bunk and the area underneath was originally for blanket
storage.
I say originally because now it has another use.
I pressed on a couple of concealed latches and the top of the
couch opened. Inside there was a small space, roughly human
shaped and heavily padded. A set of tubes and straps showed
where the slave went, feeding tubes, breathing tubes, waste
disposal tubes, in fact everything needed to keep a slave under
wraps and under control for several days unattended.
Liz's eyes widened and she shook her head wildly. I laughed, as
if she had any choice. Normally I would only use this setup if
I needed to leave a slave alone for a few days for some reason.
I had a few more humane places around the camper I could use if
I just needed to keep a girl out of sight.
However in Liz's case I wanted her to experience a little of
what it would be like to be completely helpless. I was hoping
that a taste would be all that was necessary for her to play
ball. I showed her the inflatable bladder that would fill her
mouth and the openings that would allow for an airway and a
feeding tube to be inserted. I showed the catheters that would
take the waste from her body. Soon I would take control of
everything from her, even her most basic body function. Her
tear filled eyes were wide and begging. Reaching up I released
the gag and let her speak.
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