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Subject: {ASSM} The Abduction of Britney 04
Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2004 09:10:04 -0500
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The Abduction of Britney 04


I have to admit I admired her spirit.  Didn't car much for her swearing, but
her spirit, her resistance, was making it all much more enjoyable.  Breaking
her would be even more fun because she was trying so hard to resist.  I turned
on my monitor, popped a top, and sat down to watch the show, making sure my
taping equipment was all running correctly.

Britney kept squiming, trying to expel the vibrator, but it was securely
strapped in and not going anywhere.  No matter what she did, the vibrator
continued to do it's work, stimulating her.  Her face became a study in
contrast as she tried to resist what was happening, but her own body was
betraying her, enjoying the continual, unending stimulation, and her will was
breaking.

"Ohhhhh," she groaned.

I used my remote to increase the speed of the vibrator as I noticed juices
leaking from her slit.  In spite of herself, Britney was beginning to orgasm
again, and I intended to make her keep peaking over and over again.

"Ahhhhh!" escaped her lips as she arched her back.

I continued to slowly increase the speed, and Britney's body shook with the
strength of the orgasm she had.  Her eyes begin to roll back in her head, her
body was racked with passion and no longer hers to control.  Her juices were
pouring liberally from her.

"Goddddddddd," as she shook uncontrolably, her body in one continual orgasm.

I turned the vibrator up another setting.

"Nooooooooooooo," as her body twitched with pleasure, her nipples like rocks,
her breath shallow and panting.  The orgasms were blending together.


"MASTER, please stop;" she panted.

I flipped on the speakers, "Yes, Britney?"

MASTER, please stop."

I smiled.  "who am I Britney?"

"My master," she answered softly.

"Very good," I said as I turned off the vibrator and the tension in her body
melted away.  I watched her relax and asked, "Who am I?"

"A sick pervert," she said as firmly as she could.

"Wrong answer." and I switched the vibrator onto high, increased the brightness
of the lights, turned on a continual loop of techno music set at 130 decibles,
and switched the table to rotate.

"Have fun my pet," I said as I got up and went upstairs to bed.


I left her that was all night, knowing she would keep orgasming after she
thought she would lack the strength to orgasm, and the lights, sound, and table
rotation would leave her increasingly disoriented.

After a nice breakfast, I took my coffee down to the monitoring room.  Her
breathing was shallow, her eyes looked wild, and she had messed herself during
the night.

"Britney."

Her mouth moved but nothing came out.

I pushed a button and water fell on her head from a tank above it.

"Britney/"

"Master??" she said softly.

More water fell on her and she looked like a drowned rat.

"Master, please." 

I stopped the movement and dimmed thelight.  

"What do you say Britney?"

Silence.  I smiled, and set the water tank to release every 90 seconds and went
bakc for more coffee and to see what was happening in the stock markets.  And,
of course, there was a monitor screen where I could watch the basement room as
I did my business.

Every 90 seconds the tank release water on her head.  No escape.  Splash.  No
Escape.  Splash.  No mercy.  Splash.  The techno music continued, the vibrator
continued.  There would be no rescue for her, nothing but whatever I wanted.

She tried to move her head but the water hit her in the face every 90 seconds. 
Her body twitched as the vibrator continued to stimulate her to orgasm after
orgasm.

Splash.  Splash. Splash.  She started to cry.

Splash. Splash,  Splash.  The water washed her tears away.

Splash. Splash. Splash.  A low almost inhuman moan escaped her lips.

Splash.  Splash. Splash.


Time for lunch.  Four hours of water torture had taken place.  I flipped off
the music and the water tank and entered the room.  Britney did not move.  Her
eyes blinked but had a vacant look.

"Britney."

I towelled her off.  ""Britney"

A whisper, "Master?"

"Yes, Britney, it is me.  Who controls your life, Brit?"

A pause.  An internal war was being fought.   "You Master."   And lost.

"Yes, totally and completely." I said as I lowered the table and turned off the
vibrator and then unstrapped it."

"Yes Master." she sobbed.


"Rex!!!!"

Woof, woof.

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