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		Vanishing Point Part 18 (Beth)
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Already I was uncomfortable. And the constant din of the voice from
the Walkman was driving me insane. Was that little red headed bitch a
mimic, too? God! How could he find someone who sounded so much like
me? I squirmed again, the constant vibration making me feel almost
like I was on a railroad track with a train coming towards me. 

Yes, that was it. A train going who knows where...just traveling. My
doom speeding towards me, destroying me. 

Stop it! Just stop it, dammit! I will get out of this and I will
survive! Plans...I have to plan. I have to decide what I'll do when I
can get free. 

Okay, first of all...no police. God, that would be too embarrassing.
And all the knowing looks at work...I couldn't stand that. I know what
they call me at work behind my back. I've heard them. They don't
know...but I do. Ball Busting Betty. Gawd! Can't they be more
original? That "originality" is why they're not on top like I am.
So...no police. Just carry on like nothing happened. And it won't have
happened. This will all be like a terrible nightmare. I shifted again.
Damn...my legs are tired...I'm going to get varicose veins from
keeping my legs crossed! 
Now for Keith. Divorce, that's the only solution. Then he and Ruth can
go and be happy. Like that's what she wants. An affair, I could
understand that but...with Ruth? No...there will be no forgiveness, no
reconciliation. That bastard will pay! 

Now, what do I have to do when I get back to work? The Tonry
deal...that ad campaign has got to be totally revamped. Jack won't
like the expense but...he knows I'm right. He knows. And he'll let me
take the heat over it. At the end? Well, Ball Busting Betty will have
his job. 

Okay, that's planned. Now, to figure out how to get out of this mess.
Damn, doesn't Ben know that sometimes less is more? Sheesh! Isn't all
this crap just a bit too much? And if that bitch on the recording
doesn't shut up, I'll strangle her! And what'd he use in this damn
vibrator? Everready batteries? 

The train feels so much closer....
 
The green of the trees blurring by was dimmed by the darkness of the
sunglasses. I watched helplessly as the vehicle of my doom sped along
the highway. Periodically, Ben would lightly pat my leg, that foolish
smile on his face. So complacent. So sure of himself. As much as
possible, I had blocked the voice from my thoughts...better to not
consider the possible source or meaning of it. 

Slowly, amazingly considering the cramps in my body from being
restrained in one position for so long and the constant hum of the
vibrator inside me, I began to drift off to sleep. I pulled myself
awake several times, wanting to keep track of where we were and try to
plot my escape. But I was soon the captive of sleep as well as of Ben.


And I dreamed.... 

The girl was running, her strong legs carrying her over the ground
effortlessly. Lizzie's sweat damp hair curled and clung to her
forehead, her neck. The ponytail, pulled high on her head, flashed and
bounced in the sunlight. Running, running. Lizzie loved the cross
country race, the solitude and peace of running through the
countryside. She turned her head slightly, saw the determined approach
of another runner. A light smile on her face as she quickened her
pace. Not this time...this race was hers. 

The padded footfalls fell behind her as she continued her solitary
run. Lizzie inhaled deeply. She had trained and worked for this. And
she would win! 

She ran effortlessly along the path. To her left, an embankment
swooped down. A misstep could spell disaster. But Lizzie wasn't
worried, wasn't scared. She ran surefootedly, anxious to finish.
Anxious to win. And then, tonight, Tony would pick her up promptly at
7. In her mind, she could see the dress hanging anticipatingly in her
room. A deep midnight blue, strapless. Faster, a little faster. Win
the race and then the awards dinner and dance this evening. Tony,
class president and captain of the football team. And the two of them
would be receiving awards for school athletes of the year...the golden
couple. Steps in front of her, Lizzie didn't see the monofilament line
rise to ankle height. Lizzie smiled again and increased her pace...and
fell, hard. 

She couldn't stop her tumble down the embankment, couldn't believe the
scratching of the branches. When she landed at the bottom, she tried
to stand, to scramble back to the top...and fell again. Her leg
screamed in pain, Lizzie howled in pain and frustration. 
Ruth peeked over the side, saw Lizzie laying there crying and smiled. 

Lizzie in bed, her leg in a cast, broken. She lay back dejectedly,
staring at the useless dress hanging on the back of the closet door. 

"You okay, honey?" her mother sat carefully on the side of the bed,
brushing her hair back from her forehead. 

"Sure...fine." Lizzie's voice was flat. 

"Are you sure? I mean..." 

"Not a problem, Mom. Tony said it was okay...and it's nice of Ruth to
offer to attend the dinner in my place, to get the award for me. I'm
fine...it's just the medicine. I'm tired, I think I'll go to sleep now
if you don't mind." 

"Sure, honey. Sure...I'll check on you later." 

....Hearing Ruth come in late, giggling as she climbed into bed.
Lizzie pretended to sleep. But she saw Ruth's disheveled appearance
through half-closed eyes, smelled her. And remembered. 
The slowing of the motorhome awaked me. Surreptitiously, I looked at
Ben and saw him nervously pulled the vehicle over. In the side mirror,
I could see the lights of a police car flashing...

The police! Thank God! I started to squirm a little, as much as my
bonds would allow me. Then, a voice. Soft, soothing. I fell into the
pool of its spell and listened. 

"Shhhh, Elizabeth, relax. Shhhhhhhhh, sweetie. It's a dream, just a
dream. Don't get your hopes up, Elizabeth. There aren't any police.
Just sleep. Dream. Dream of green fields and floating breezes. Dream
of the gentle lap of water in a mountain creek. Shhhhhhhhh....." And I
slept again. 

The policeman was a young officer, full of pride in his uniform,
swaggering with the power the state had conferred upon him. 

"License and registration, please, sir," he eyed Ben closely. 

"What's the problem, officer?" Ben succeeded in keeping his voice
level, light. 

"Noticed you had a taillight out back there on your trailer." The
policeman took the proffered identification and looked at it, then
over the top of his mirrored lensed sunglasses into the cab of the
motorhome. "Could you step out of the vehicle please, sir?" 

Ben nodded quietly and moved through the curtain to the back, heading
for the door. There was an air of resignation around him. He exited
the door in the side of the motorhome and she could see the other
policeman waiting for him, slamming him against the ground, yelling at
him to put his hands behind his back. Thelma was drug from the
motorhome, pushed against the side and handcuffs snugged around her
wrists...she could feel the motorhome moving with hurried footsteps,
feel the clumsy fumbling with the binds holding her to the chair. The
earphones were pulled from her ears. A kind voice murmuring, "It's
okay, ma'am. You're safe now. Just relax...." 

The tape was careful peeled from her lips. 

A deep breath. Blinking in the bright-dim light of the motorhome, eyes
adjusting to the removal of the dark glasses. "You motherfucking
idiot! What in holy hell do you think you're doing?" 
The policeman stepped back, stunned. 


"Don't just stand there like a gaping, slackjawed, inbred redneck! Get
me out of here!" her eyes flashed fire at the stunned policeman. 

"Ma'am, just calm down, you're okay now....." the policeman tried to
keep his voice calm, soothing. 

He turned the captain's chair, helping her from the seat and guided
her towards the back of the motorhome where there was more room.
Sunlight shined on the black leather coat as he fumbled with the
openings, hurrying to find out what else she had been subjected to. 
His efforts were complicated by jittering, toe tapping impatiently.
Finally, the coat fell open, exposing the peach satin of her teddy,
the leather straps circling her body. 

"What's going on in there," the other policeman, older by a few years
and a little more seasoned, called out to the younger man. 

Liz spoke up loudly, "Your partner here is getting his jollies,
obviously. What kind of training do you crackers give your police
officers, anyway?" Her voice sneered over the word "police". 
"Ma'am, we're just trying to..." the younger man's face was flushed,
his breathing a little fast and shallow. 

"Police? There are police here? Help!" the voice was quiet, tired in
her mind.  Another voice, "Shhhhhh, shhhhhhhhh, Beth'll take care of
it. There's nothing to worry about. Go to sleep....shhhhhhhhhh, just
rest. Beth's here now." 

"You're trying to what?" Her arms were untied from her sides, the coat
slipping from her shoulders, the mittens freeing her hands... 

"Shee-it! What you been doing to this poor woman?" the older officer
glared daggers at Ben...but Beth could see signs of his own arousal.
Ben looked down, dejected, his hands cuffed behind his back. Thelma
sobbed quietly out of sight of the doorway. 

Beth brushed past the younger officer, trying to open a cupboard.
"Wait! What are you doing?" The policeman grabbed her hand, stopping
her. 

Beth stared daggers. "I'm sure my lawyer will love to hear how your
refused to allow me something to cover myself. What's next? A full
body cavity search using your..." she looked down at the bulge in his
pants "little probe?" 

The officer flushed brighter red, whether from embarrassment or anger,
Beth couldn't tell and didn't care. He reached into the cupboard,
pulling a short terry cloth robe from a hook inside and handed it to
Beth. 

"Didn't see anything more revealing in there?" She slipped it on,
careful to keep the front barely closed as she cinched the belt. 

Swaying to the doorway, she stepped down, flashing lots of leg and
giving the other policeman a good view as she descended the steps. 

"You can be a useless piece of crap, y'know? What happened? You were
speeding? Sheesh...can't even do one thing right! You got a
cigarette?" The last was directed to the cop, who immediately fumbled
in his shirt pocket, handing her a cigarette and shaking a bit as he
held the lighter for her. 

Beth leaned back against the motorhome, one leg pulled up and the foot
against the side. Her stocking-clad knee peeked out of the short robe,
the front gaping open a bit, showing the smooth leather contrasting
against the satin of her teddy. "Now, what is all this about?" 

"Ma'am, we received a report that a woman had been abducted and was
being held against her will. This here vehicle, and you, match the
descriptions we were given." The younger policeman's eyes never left
her midsection, he licked his lips as the bulge in his pants grew
larger. 

"Obviously, I am not being held against my will. You have obviously
been the victim of a false police report." She folded her arms, bored
already. 

The older officer, Talbot by his nametag, considered a minute. "Why
would someone want to do that, you have any idea?" 

"None...unless it was that redneck in the bar a few nights ago. Wanted
a quick fuck and I turned him down, hard. Don't know if he's walking
right yet or not. Hope he's pissing blood right now." Beth inhaled
deeply, the smoke filling her lungs, her chest rising and pushing her
breasts out farther. 

"Think that's motive enough for a call like this? And looks to me that
y'all are breaking a few of the laws around here anyways." Talbot
looked at her, a lascivious smile on his face. 
"While in this part of the country, it may be frowned upon for
consenting adults to do what they choose, I can guarantee you that you
do not want to push this any farther." She wet her lips with her
tongue, slowly. "And you, you worthless piece of crap, you're just
going to stand there like a bump on a log? Say something! Would you
shut up your damn crying!" This last to Thelma, shivering and crying
next to her. 

"You play games like this often?" Talbot asked Ben. 

"Now and then. She likes things like this. I don't really but...." 

"Oh, give me a break! I don't even know why I stay with you! You can't
even do this right! Sheesh, you'd think this was rocket science or
something!" Beth pushed herself away from the motorhome, throwing the
cigarette aside into the gravel shoulder. "I bet I can find someone,
anyone, who is better at this than you! You are a sniveling coward and
a useless piece of shit! And you!" she whirled on Talbot. "Come
tomorrow morning you will be looking for a new job...when I get done
with you you won't even be able to get a job as a dogcatcher. Trash
companies won't even hire you! Your ass is mine, you inbred,
slackjawed, degenerate, Napolean-complexed redneck. And don't you
fear, I will hold you and your department up to ridicule and scorn
from here to Sweden. Are you ready for that?" 

Talbot ignored her, turning instead to Ben. "You gag her often?" 

"Whenever she asks me to," Ben's head was down but Beth could hear the
surprise in his voice, and hidden laughter. 

"I hope it's a lot." Talbot sighed. 

"Not near often enough." Ben agreed with him. 

"Do me a favor," Talbot said as he spun Ben around, uncuffing his
wrists. 

"Whatever you say, Officer." Ben rubbed his wrists, not liking the
remembered feeling of steel against his skin. 

"Get out of my county. Take your playthings with you and I don't ever
want to see you here again, understand?" Talbot hit his younger
officer in the shoulder, breaking him from his study of Beth's barely
covered form. "And...God help you. Hope you can find someone a little
less mouthy to play with soon." 

"And just what is that supposed to mean? Why you...you...backwoods
cretin! I will have your job for that remark! How dare you make
comments like that about me!" Beth started towards the policeman, her
fists clenched. The younger man grabbed her, arms around her
midsection, making sure he got a good feel of her breasts through the
satin. 

Ben took Beth's arm, guiding her back to the open door of the
motorhome, pushing her in and then turned to Talbot, "Thank you,
Officer. This is awful embarrassing and we're heading out of your area
right now."

"Son, go for the biggest gag you can find and keep that mouth of hers
full of something at all times, your life will be a helluva lot easier
that way." 

"I agree. And I'll do my best. Peace and quiet is better for my
nerves." Ben grinned as he shut the door. "Thelma, drive." Silently,
she slipped into the drivers seat and started the motorhome, pulling
smoothly onto the highway. 

"You, sit and explain." 

Beth sat on the bench seat, the robe falling open. "You got a
cigarette?" 

"No, talk." Ben leaned forward, watching her closely. "What's your
name?" 

"I'm Beth. Just...Beth. Call me Bethie and I'll rip your balls off and
shove them down your throat, clear?" 

Ben stared at her. "Ooooookay, Beth it is. What's going on?" 

"Nothing's going on..." Beth slipped to her knees, reaching for his
belt buckle. "I need a little fun, I'm wound up tighter than a watch
spring." Her mouth lowered to his already hard cock, slowly engulfing
it. With a little moan, she began to bob her head up and down. While
her hand firmly stroked his cock, her tongue circled the head, she
breathed on it lightly, then continued with the slow bob of her head.
A low, gutteral moan escaped her throat. The vibration transferred to
his cock as she took him deeper, deeper. He reached for her head but
she pushed his arms away, holding his hands, leaving her mouth to
slowly fuck his cock. Ben exploded down her throat. 
Leaning back felinely, Beth licked the small drop of cum from the
corner of her mouth. "What's going on is that Elizabeth is about to
wake up and you better do something about it right now. Make her
comfortable. And get this freaking vibrator out, it's getting really
annoying." Sighing deeply, she held her hands out to Ben, inviting the
cuffs. 

Ben stood up, swaying with the movement of the motorhome, and grabbed
Beth's wrist roughly, pulling her to her feet. She swayed into him,
holding herself there and slipping her arm around his back, squeezing
his buttcheek. 
"I think I deserve a reward for getting you out of that mess back
there. If it wasn't for me, you'd be facing life in prison...or maybe
a nice needle." Beth purred against his chest. Opening her mouth, she
lightly bit his nipple through the shirt. 

Ben gasped and jerked back in the small confined space. "What's going
on, Master?" Thelma called worriedly from the driver's seat. "Master?"


"Don't worry, Thelma, just drive." Ben looked back at Beth. She smiled
as she saw his eyes fixed on her tongue, poking slightly from between
her teeth. "And just what kind of reward did you have in mind...Beth."
He stressed the last word, drawing it out slightly. 

"Oh...how about that one" she looked slowly, lustingly at the driver's
compartment, "tied up on her knees, sucking your cock." 

"And how is that a reward for you?" She could feel Ben studying her.
 
Biting the corner of her mouth, lifting her head up to his ear,
whispering huskily, "You would be tied over the table, and I'd be
fucking you with a strap on while she did it." A low husky laugh. 

"I don't think so..." Ben pushed her towards the back. 

"Okay, then how about really playing with Elizabeth's mind?" 

As he followed her to the back, Ben asked, "How do you think I should
do that?" 

She turned as she reached the door, raising her hands to his chest.
"Oh, how about a nice mummy wrap, but leave the tits and crotch area
open. I do so hate it when my tits are squished down. What would
happen to poor little Elizabeth if she woke up while your cock," she
grabbed Ben's crotch, "was fucking her pussy," her other hand began to
rub her clit through the satin, "and she's face down on the bed, all
wet and hot." She massaged his hardening cock through the fabric of
his jeans, her eyes never leaving his face. 

Ben took her breasts in his hands, pinching the nipples and breathed,
"You are some piece of work, Beth." 

She threw her head back, breathing heavily. "More than you
know....more than you can handle, maybe."

"Oh, I doubt that, Bethie..." and he shoved her into the back room,
ignoring her yelp of indignation. 

Beth stumbled a bit, giggling as she fell into the bedroom cubicle,
the swaying of the vehicle making it even hard to keep her balance
even without the push from Ben. She crawled felinely onto the bed,
wiggling her rear in the air and looking back at Ben over her
shoulder. Raising her eyebrows, she purred, "Wanna come play, Big
Boy?" 

Ben picked up a belt hanging over a hook behind the door and quickly
snapped it against her barely clad ass, the smack eliciting a yelp of
indignation from her. "Naughty, naughty, Ben. Here I am trying to
cooperate with you." She smiled and lifted up, peeking through the
curtain. Careful to keep her ass cocked out a bit, invitingly, she
studiously ignored Ben's movements behind her. "You know, Goober back
there was kinda cute." She wiggled her fingers in a little wave. "Nice
of them to give us an escort out of the county." 

Ben grabbed her leg, pulling her roughly down onto the bed before
peeking out the window himself. "Damn," he breathed. 
"What, the great Bennie boy never figured them to give us a royal
escort?" She looked up over her shoulder at Ben above her, one foot on
her left side, his knee on the right. She lifted a bit, until he was
almost riding her, rubbing her back back and forth under his crotch.
"Time for play time, Bennie boy?" 

He dropped his weight on her, pinning her down to the mattress. "Damn,
can't you keep your mouth shut? I swear, Liz, I think you're more
trouble than you're worth!" 

"Get off me, you big lumox! I'm Beth...Shit, can't you get my name
right? Make that mistake again and I'll have your balls on a platter!"
Ben ignored her, just fumbled with the locks on the leather straps and
pulled it off before turning to the cupboard behind him and tripping a
concealed opening. 

"Master Ben? Please, Master Ben...." He looked back to the bed, saw
her kneeling there, knees spread wide...hands on her thighs...eyes
down...her chest rising quickly with her rapid breathing. "Please
don't punish this one for what Mistress Beth does. Please, Master
Ben." Her chin quivered, her voice small and fearful. 

"Liz?" his voice was quizzical as he took the step to the bed, she
felt his hand under her chin, lifting it so she could look at him. She
felt the tears as they trickled down her face. She was comforted by
the soft look in his eyes. "Don't cry, Liz. Shhhhhhhh......" 

"Master Ben isn't angry with this one?" She felt the hope creeping
into her voice. 

"I'm not angry, little one. Take off that teddy." 

She rapidly complied, loving the feel of the satin as it slid from her
body, enjoying the way her breasts were full and inviting. "What
should this one do with your toy, Master Ben?" She held the slick and
dripping vibrator out to him. 

"Clean it off, Liz." 

She could feel his eyes on her, studying her. Opening her mouth, her
pink tongue snaking out and licking the vibrator from the base to the
tip before slipping it into her mouth. In her mind, she heard the
little voice, "Just a bit at first, twirl your tongue there, let him
see it. Now a little more...yes, that's it. In and out, make love to
it...lick it again before sliding it all the way in...deep throat
it...just time your breathing...there...oh yeah...make it hot...." Her
breathing quickened as she imagined it was Ben's cock in her mouth. 

She felt Ben's hand on her nipple, rubbing it, twirling it...he was
watching her, hearing the low moan in her throat. 

"Where'd Beth go?" 

Her chest hitched a bit as she caught her breath, pulled the now clean
vibrator from her mouth. "This one doesn't know, Master Ben. Mistress
Beth just...went...." 

"Who is," he paused a moment and allowed a hint of amusement to creep
into his voice, "Mistress Beth." 

"Mistress Beth just...she just...is." 

Laying the vibrator beside her on the bed, he pulled her arm out in
front of her, fastening a leather cuff around it. He added a bondage
mitten for good measure before attaching cotton rope to the D ring on
the cuff. He pulled the arm across the front of her body, the rope
lying on top of the mitten, her breasts above her arm. He drew the
rope snuggly across her back and tied the other end to the D ring
before repeating the process with her other arm in the opposite
direction. Finally, he took a third length of rope, tying it to one
upper arm and then pulling it snugly across her back, tying it to the
other. Experimentally, Liz tugged at the ropes before looking at Ben,
giggling. "This slave looks like she is hugging herself." She bounced
her upper body, giggling again at the feel of her breasts against her
arms.
 
Ignoring her playing, Ben ordered her to lie down and straddled her
legs, his back to her. While fastening the cuff on one ankle, he
jumped. 

Beth grinned as she rubbed her free leg against his crotch. "Ever
thought of fucking three women at once? It can be really, really
fun...." 

He yanked her free foot forward, fastening the cuff on it and hooking
the two together. "You ever thought about shutting your mouth?" 

"Give me a good reason, Bennie boy...." she laughed gutturally. 

Beth watched as Ben climbed from the bed....then grasped her legs and
pulled them to the side and lifted her to a sitting position. "I think
it's time to show you a little...taste...of who is really in charge
around here," he muttered as he pulled her head back hard, forcing her
mouth open, slipping in a ring gag. Beth watched as Ben slowly
stripped off his clothes, purposely sticking his rear in her face. She
giggled through the ring gag when he nearly hit his head at the feel
of her tongue licking up the crack of his ass. He whirled around,
grabbing her hair again and pulled her head back hard, leaning down
and looking hard in her eyes. "I think this will be a very interesting
encounter...at least for me. I don't think you'll enjoy it nearly as
much as I'm going to." He roughly let go of her hair, flopping her
onto the bed. 

Flipping her over, he pulled her to the floor on her knees and looped
a length of cotton rope just above one knee, pulling it tightly and
fastened it to a leg of the bed. He repeated with the other legs,
pulling her knees wide apart. Climbing onto the bed, Ben leaned down
to her face again. "It's show time!" He toyed with her nipples,
bringing them to hard points. With a smile, he showed her the rubber
tipped alligator clips. Bending ever closer, he kissed her, his tongue
snaking into her mouth through the ring of the gag. And touched her
right nipple with one of the clips, taking his time about letting it
close, inhaling her increased groans of pain, holding her head close
with his other hand. 

Again, the other nipple, switching hands, relishing the fight for
power, for control. Pulled the thin cords taught and tying them off to
a hook embedded in the side of the small room, pulling her forward
onto the bed. He lifted her torso slightly, pushing a pillow under
belly, pulling her farther away from the wall, increasing the tension.


He raised up a bit, his cock in line with her mouth, rammed it into
her mouth. Slowly, he began to fuck her mouth, enjoying the feel of
her struggles as she tried to expel him, relishing in the pushing of
her tongue against his cock, allowing himself to bounce against the
cord pulling her nipples, eliciting a grunt of pain with each thrust. 

Gradually, Beth started to change her tactics. Instead of fighting his
assault, she encouraged it, working his cock as well as she could
hampered by the ring gag. Running her tongue around and up and down,
teasing him, encouraging him. The battle raged, Ben trying to delay
cumming, Beth trying to force him to cum...moaning, groaning...using
every method she could. 

It was a nightmare. A nightmare I tried to wake up from. The horrid
taste of cum filling my mouth...the jaw stretching ring in my mouth,
the pain in my breasts. A nightmare. Why would I dream these horrible
things? Even what I was going through couldn't explain this...couldn't
explain the dream of willingly kneeling, initiating...couldn't
explain...and the nightmare rolled on... 

Beth grunted in satisfaction as she felt the Ben tense, the cum shoot
down her throat. She was triumphant in her victory. She had won! 

"That was very good. You're getting much, much better at that." He
awkwardly climbed from the bed, swaying with the movement of the
motorhome. His foot caught the cords pulling her nipples, eliciting a
screech of pain. "Sorry about that, Bethie," he said as he slapped her
naked ass. "Think I'll leave you like that for a bit, see what's going
on up front." He slammed the door behind him. 

You shouldn't have called him Bennie boy. He's Master Ben," the voice
was subdued. 
"Oh, shut up. I am not a submissive little slut. He'll soon learn
who's in control." 
"Master Ben is, Beth. You need to go back to sleep now or he'll hurt
us." 
"He's not going to do a damned thing." Soft crying. "There, there,
Lizzie. Shhhhhhhhh, I'll take care of us. You and me. I'll take care
of us." 
"There's someone else, isn't there? I don't know who...but I think
there is?" A question in her soft, fear-filled voice. 
"Yes, Lizzie. There is. But she's going to go away. She hurts us,
makes us weak. I'll make sure she goes away and won't hurt us any
more, Lizzie...shhhhh, don't cry, sweetie. We'll be fine." 
"I believe you, Beth. I'm tired now. Can I go to sleep?" 
"Yes, Lizzie...shhhhhh, sleep." 

The slowing and stopping of the motorhome brought forth another
moan...her body moving before she could stop it. 

She could hear the sounds of movement beyond the door. Then the
motorhome started again, slowly gaining speed. Trying to turn her head
as she heard the door softly click open. 

"Is this slave okay?" Thelma's voice was soft. "This slave was scared
back there." 
Beth didn't respond. 

"Master Ben told me to release some of this slave's bonds. Will this
slave behave?" Beth didn't answer. 

"This slave will take that as a yes. But this slave will be prepared
to hurt you if you try anything." 
Beth finally nodded. Thelma released the cords from the wall of the
van, releasing the tension pulling on her nipples. Fumbling, she
untied the ropes around her legs and helped Beth onto the bed. Working
quickly, Beth's legs were once again secured at the foot of the bed.
Grunting, Thelma threaded ropes between Beth's side and her arm,
looping it and securing it to the head of the bed, repeating the
process with the other side. Finally, velcro straps pulled from each
side of the bed held Beth firmly in place. Softly brushing Beth's hair
back from her forehead, stroking her cheek. Thelma lifted Beth's head
up, unbuckling the ring gag then gave her a sip of water before
filling her mouth with cloth and knotting a scarf around her head,
holding it in. Last, she slipped a silken mask over Beth's eyes,
shutting out her sight. 

Beth relaxed. This was almost comfortable, if only there weren't that
nagging discomfort from the remaining nipple clamps. A moan of
discomfort as Thelma released them. A gasp as a soft, damp warmth
enveloped one of her nipples. Gentle nails stroking her other breast.
The flick of a tongue on her neck, soft kisses following her
collarbone, gentle nips at the hollow of her throat. Tender stroking
continuing, down her sides, across her belly. Lips, tongue on her
breasts again as the fingers continued their downward trek. 

Fingers stopping, mouth moving to the other breast, feeling the silken
sheen of hair covering her body. Moaning a little, trying to squirm.
The sensation, tingling, as the unseen fingertips, stroked her thighs,
around her pubic bone, then pushing between her legs, fingers
reaching. Trying not to squirm, to maintain control. Her clit at
attention, at the mercy of the never stopping finger. 
Sleep, Beth...shhhhhhhhh," 
Moaning, squirming, trying to lift her hips. Hearing a soft chuckle,
"slave slut likes this," the breath warm in her ear, the words firing
her. Teeth gently nibbling her ear as the finger moved in small, lazy
circles around her clit, pushing down farther, pulling the damp
stickiness from her core. "you are a slave, a slut, a whore, at the
mercy of whoever is your master and Slave Thelma is your master right
now." 

Feeling the bed move, fingers never leaving her body, teasing her,
tormenting her. A soft damp weight on her legs, hair tickling her
legs, warm breath hovering over her. Jumping, feeling the electric
shock of warm tongue slipping between the folds of her, twisting and
circling her clit, hands pulling the folds of skin up, away. Moaning
louder, crying out into the cloth gag, trying desperately to move, to
bring the tongue in deeper contact. The hands massaging, caressing her
breasts again, lightly pinching the nipples, the soft voice again,
"does the slave wish to cum?" 
Lizzie nodded, the blindfold soaking up her tears. 

Crying out again in frustration and desire as she felt Thelma leave
the bed. Her legs untied, a rough strap looped around her knee,
pulling it to the side, another around her ankle, the same repeated
with the other leg and ankle. Lizzie blushed, imagining her open
vulnerability, feeling the dripping wetness from her cunt. 

Minute sounds, cupboard opening and closing, wiggling her hips trying
to entice Thelma to come back and give her release. 

Pressure on her leg as Thelma climbed over her leg and back onto the
bed, "the slave wishes to cum?" 

Lazy finger tickling her clit. Lizzie nodded quickly, mmmphing yes
into the gag. 

"Liz is a slut." 

Lizzie nodded again, trying to push down against the tormenting
finger. Abrupt feeling of heat as Thelma's mouth closed against
Lizzie's pussy again, her tongue lapping up the moist arousal then
moving up slightly to suck and nibble on her clit again. Lizzie moaned
louder. Thelma laughed, her breath hot against Lizzie's pussy.
Indignantly, Lizzie could feel her moving up, away from her dire need.


"Finish," she begged into the gag, her mind screaming for release. 

Feeling something pressing against her hot, wet opening, sliding in,
filling her. "Slave Liz is such a slut, such a whore, fucked by a
strap on." 

Lizzie could feel the knobby sides of the dildo, pushing deeply into
her, Thelma's hair on her chest as Thelma covered her with her body.
Fucking her slowly. The dildo beginning to vibrate, gently then with
more and more insistence as Thelma rocked her hips back and forth,
faster and faster. 

"Such a little slut, a little whore, a little fucktoy. You want this."
Voice soft, husky, kissing her ear, tongue flicking it. 

Lizzie screamed an orgasm into her gag. Rocking a few more times, the
dildo stopped vibrating, Thelma gently stroking Lizzie's breast,
resting her head on her shoulder. 

~~~~~~~~~ 

I awoke from the nightmare, shuddering in terror from the depths.
Screamed into the cloth rammed into my mouth as I felt the hot weight
crushing me, the hard dildo filling me, the soft voice whispering in
my ear. "Master Ben will be so happy with his new slave Liz." 

"Elizabeth," I tried to scream. "My name is Elizabeth. OH, God, what
is happening to me?" I cried into the darkness.

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