Elizabeth’s virgin asshole

Elizabeth moaned and wiggled a little as the vibrator did its job. I’d strapped her into the passenger side captain’s chair and removed the walkman and blindfold so we could better communicate. I tried my best to talk to her but the hateful looks she kept giving me were disturbing my concentration. Finally, I’d replaced the dark glasses and gagged her accusing stares. She was a much better travel companion after that.

She remained in the black leather coat, limbs immobilized, mouth invisibly taped, her natural hair hidden beneath the platinum blonde wig. I had to admit that I had a raging hardon. Elizabeth, in her natural state as hyper advertising exec was a beautiful woman, the power dressing and underplayed makeup really suited her, but add a little fetishwear and she slutted up nicely. I was looking forward to unwrapping my little parcel and using her later.

Still, there was nothing wrong with taking a little on account. As we crawled closer to our destination I played with her, stroking the stocking’d thigh, teasing her as she wiggled and moaned. The vibrator strapped into her wet hole continued to tease and the smell of hot cunt filled the small, enclosed area of the cab.

I noticed the police cruiser the moment it fell into line behind us.

I admit that my heart had stopped for a moment, but the one thing the Seals teach you was that a dumb move is worse than no move at all. I kept my speed, checking the warning lights in the cab that would tell me if I had any problems. All the indictors were green, which meant that I had no lights out or any other problems that could result in a moving violation. I looked over at Elizabeth. Because of the dark glasses it was hard to tell where she was looking but I figured her eyes were firmly locked on the towing mirror on her side, watching rescue as if followed patiently behind.

He trailed us for almost five miles without making a move. I had begun to relax, I always drove under the limit and it wouldn’t be the first time that I’d ended up in convoy with a cop. I was about to turn my attention back to Liz when the cop flashed his lights and gave a brief woo of his siren. I admit my heart stopped again before my training took over. The road at this point wasn’t suitable for a big rig like ours to pull over but I spotted a place a few hundred yards further on that would do. I flashed my tail lights to let the cops know I had seen them, then slowed a little. Using the few extra moments that gave me to marshal my forces and come up with a plan.

Elizabeth was the first item of business. I looked over at her and frowned. I wished I had enough time to squirrel her away in one of the camper’s hiding places but just unstrapping her from the chair would take more time than I had. I looked again and decided it wasn’t a complete loss after all. The makeup covering her tape gag looked good and she would probably pass a cursory inspection from a cop looking in through my window. However, I doubted that Elizabeth would sit quietly by while rescue was so close. I knew from experience that there was no way that the gag would keep her completely silent. One muffled scream, one noise of any kind that was enough to draw the cop’s attention to her for more than a moment and it was all over.

I squeezed her breast hard to get her attention.

“Listen up Liz,” I said making sure that my voice was as cold as ice. “We are pulling over. Let me explain just what happens if you are dumb enough to try to signal these cops. I am a trained killer little girl, far more lethal than they are and trust me I will kill them if I have to. Signal them in any way draw attention to yourself in *any* way and you will be signing their death warrant’s….. clear?”

She sighed then gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, the best she could do with the posture collar holding her neck in place.

It was a bluff of course, there was no way I was about to kill some poor sap just for doing his job, but Elizabeth didn’t know that and anything I could do to buy her good behavior was worth a try. I stroked her leather-covered tit.

“Good slut,” I said, not really believing that she would behave.

While I had no intention of killing the cops, I didn’t plan to be arrested either. The time had come to edge my bets. I keyed the intercom.

“Thelma my slave,” I said the moment she answered, “we have company, be ready to execute Plan Five.”

There was a pause. This was a test for Thelma. I had trained her long and hard over the past few months. Now she would have to put that training into practice. There was a pause and I wondered if she was up to this.

My doubts were eased a moment later. “Yes Master,” she said her voice quivering a little but still under control.

I smiled proudly. “Good girl,” I said, “operation harmless unless we are challenged. If that happens turn on the waterworks clear?”

“Yes Master, this slave understands.”

I nodded, satisfied. If the cops did move against us they would concentrate their attention on me. Plan Five called for Thelma to cry, blubber, appear to be harmless and broken until she saw my signal. Then it was up to her to take down the nearest cop as hard and fast as she could. Hopefully the distraction would let me get the drop on his partner. Once the two were down we would high tail it out of Dodge.

At least that was the theory.

Whispering a silent prayer I pulled off the road and moved into the game.

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There were two cops in the car. The driver was a tall overweight man in his fifties with thinning gray hair. He got out of the cruiser nice and slow flicking though a pad of citations as if he was looking for a blank page. He moved as if this were all routine, just another moving violation that needed writing up. If the idea had been to lull me into a feeling of security then he succeeded, I relaxed a little, started to think that this would be easy. That feeling was blown the moment the younger cop got out of the car. I could see the kid was trembling, his hand wavering near his holster, definitely not something that you did when you wrote up a ticket.

They moved either side of the battlewagon, the older guy on my side the younger one on the other. I pressed a button locking the side doors. If the kid wanted in then it would be at a time of my choosing. Now they were closer I could see that these guys were from the local sheriffs department. If things got unpleasant then that was good news. Local law enforcement don’t tend to have sophisticated equipment, there was little chance the cruiser would have video cams for instance and it would take time for them to get access to helicopter backup. In theory I could immobilize the police car and be over the county line before they could do much about it. I tried to ignore kid cop and seem relaxed and normal as the older man came alongside.

He tapped on the window.

“License and registration, please, sir,” he said giving me one of those police looks. I reached for one set of forged documents happy to see that he wasn’t paying Liz any attention at all. She seemed almost unnaturally quiet and I started to think that perhaps we could pull this off.

“What’s the problem, officer?” I asked as he scanned the documents.

“Noticed you had a tail light out back there on your trailer.” He said. I knew he was lying, last thing a guy like me could risk was to be pulled over for a random lamp burnout. The indicator lights on the side panel monitored the state of all the bulbs. All indicator lights were green meaning that the trailer was good. An icey finger crept down my spine. This was no routine traffic stop.

“Could you step out of the vehicle please, sir?”

The game was afoot.

I went quietly back though the curtain and opened the side door signaling to Thelma to wait in the open doorway of the bedroom. Taking a deep breath I stepped outside.

Young cop jumped me the moment I stepped outside. I was slammed against the warm side of the battlewagon and felt the cold steel of handcuffs against my wrists. I think young cop thought he had the drop on me, he certainly didn’t bother to check the snugness of the handcuffs like he should. I figured I could be out of them in thirty seconds if I could remain undisturbed. In my head I was counting down. At fifteen and right on cue Thelma appeared in the doorway.

“Oh my God!” she squealed, “what’s going on?”

Young cop grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the doorway, at this moment the robe Thelma was wearing “accidentally” fell open showing off a nice red teddie that went well with her long red hair.

Young cop took his time cuffing her leaving me with all the time in the world to slip one wrist free. As I rested against the side of the battlewagon the older cop walked round. At that moment Thelma turned on the waterworks.

“I don’t understand,” she blubbered, “we’ve done nothing wrong.”

The older cop, who’s name badge read “Talbot” scowled at her. “You can shut up missy, I want to hear nothing from you other than the answer to my questions, clear?”

Thelma, being a well trained little slave tended to react positively to a anyone with a commanding tone. As I watched her nipples hardened and she moaned slightly. Talbot nodded to his younger partner who’s name seemed to be “Oakley.”

“You best get in there and fetch the other one,” he growled, “I’ll look after these two.”

Oakley slipped inside and I heard him talk for a few minutes with Liz. Talbot had turned his attention to Thelma and I could see the appreciative look in his eyes and the bulge in his uniform pants. Reaching forward he closed the open silk robe, tying the belt firmly.

There was something in that movement, a satisfied flourish like a Master might make after tying a girl in an especially difficult position. For some reason I got the impression that Talbot was no stranger to tying half naked girls.

With the two cops separated and Thelma keeping Talbot’s attentions elsewhere now seemed a good time to strike I started to move forward when…..

“You motherfucking idiot! What in holy hell do you think you’re doing?”

It was a female voice, so the owner could only be Liz. It was confirmed a moment later when the same voice demanded, “Don’t just stand there like a gaping, slackjawed, inbred redneck! Get me out of here!” There was an angry, demanding edge to that voice, far different to what you would expect from a rescued victim.

“Ma’am, just calm down, you’re okay now…..” Oakley was trying his best to calm Liz down. I looked over at Talbot who was frowning and looking towards the door. “What’s going on in there,” he demanded, looking puzzled first at me, then at Thelma and then back to the door.

Liz’s voice wafted through the open door, “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…” Oakley tried again.

“You’re trying to what?” she demanded. A second later Liz passed in front of the doorway, she looked far from happy. Thelma gave me a puzzled look. I just waited to see just what was going on. Another thing the Seals teach you is to exploit any and all advantages no matter how unexpected.

“Shee-it! What you been doing to this poor woman?” Talbot asked.

At that moment there seemed to be a struggle inside the battle wagon and I heard Liz say “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… little probe?”

Oakley mumbled something and a moment later Liz stepped down, her body barely covered by a silken robe.

“You can be a useless piece of crap, y’know?” she said turning to me, “What happened? You were speeding? Sheesh…can’t even do one thing right!” She turned to Oakley, “You got a cigarette?” The kid found a packet from somewhere and Liz lit up leaning back against the battlewagon with one foot against the side, making sure both cops got a good look at the protruding, stocking covered leg.

She drew deeply on the cigarette. “Now,” she purred, “what is all this about?”

“Ma’am, we received a report that a woman had been abducted and was being held against her will,” Oakley started, “This here vehicle, and you, match the descriptions we were given.” I could see that both cops where aroused by the presence of the two women. I could think of no better time to jump them. I was about to give the signal to Thelma when Liz gave Oakley a cold look.

“Obviously, I am not being held against my will,” she said, “The games that I choose to play with my partners in the privacy of our own home is our business. I think you’ve been the victim of a false police report.” She folded her arms, and looked at them defiantly.

Talbot looked her over. “Why would someone want to do that, you have any idea?” he asked.

She shrugged. “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.”

“Think that’s motive enough for a call like this?” Talbot was looking her over and I knew then that he was a player. Something told me that little hotties like Liz pushed all of Talbot’s buttons. “I think maybe some concerned citizen saw your little games and took it seriously. I’m sure that you’ve broken a few laws around here not least of which is wasting police time.”

She scowled. “Firstly, no one “misinterpreted” our little games. We are hardly novices at this and I can assure you we play very discretely.” She paused, “Secondly 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 turned my way. “And you, you worthless piece of crap, you’re just going to stand there like a bump on a log? Say something!” She turned to Thelma, “Would you shut up your damn crying!”

“You play games like this often?” Talbot asked, looking me over.

I shrugged. “Now and then,” I admitted, “She likes things like this, being helpless, used and abused. 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! 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!” I glared at her. She blinked, looked down submissively then turned on Talbot.

“And you!” she said poking a finger into Talbot’s chest. “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?”

I could see Talbot redden with anger. I had no idea what had caused Liz to decide to play the willing partner rather than the victim but it was easy to see that she was taking things too far. Small town Sheriffs and their deputies have almost infinite power in their counties. While threats of litigation and ridicule might work with some city cops, out here it would get us arrested.

“Enough,” I growled, “Slave Liz you will apologize now!”

For a moment I thought nothing would happen but then there was a softening in her posture and a submissive glance downwards.

“Yes Master,” Slave Liz said submissively. She looked up at Talbot. “Please Sir, this slave apologizes for her harsh words.”

Talbot looked down at the shivering Liz then flashed me a knowing look. “You gag her often I suppose?” he asked.

“Whenever she asks me to,” I said, “and a lot of times when she doesn’t The bitch has quite a temper when she doesn’t get her own way. Sometimes I gag her just for a quiet life.

Talbot nodded. “I hope it’s a lot.” He said, “I wouldn’t put up with that from any of my girls.”

He signaled me to turn and I just had time to slip my loose wrist back in place.

“Do me a favor,” Talbot said as he uncuffed my wrists, “collect your bitches, get out of my county and I don’t ever want to see you here again, understand?”

“Whatever you say, Officer.” I said looking over at Liz as she looked submissively down at the floor.

Talbot stroked Liz’s cheek. “If I were you I’d find someone a little less mouthy to play with soon.”

I could see Liz tremble a little, obviously something was about to happen. Grabbing her arm I pushed her into the battlewagon and signaled for Thelma to follow her inside.

“Thank you, Officer,” I said keeping my voice respectful, “This is awfully embarrassing and I assure you we’ll get out of your county 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.” Talbot said.

“I agree,” I said nodding, “And I’ll do my best. Peace and quiet is better for my nerves.” Sighing with relief I closed the door.

I looked over at the redheaded teen. “Thelma, drive.” I turned to Liz, “You, sit and explain.”

Beth sat on the bench seat, the robe falling open. “You got a cigarette?” she asked.

I ignored her. “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?”

I smiled. “Ok Beth, now, what’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on…” Beth slipped to her knees in front of me. I felt her fumble for my belt buckle, “I just need a little fun that’s all. I’m wound up tighter than a watch spring.” She freed my erection and slipped her cherry lips around it moaning and slurping deeply. Her technique was good, better than any of her other aspects by a significant margin. In no time I had reached boiling point, filling her mouth with my cum and watching as she swallowed down every drop. She settled back licking her lips. “That party pooper Elizabeth is about to wake up any time now so you’d better make her comfortable. You could start by taking this fucking vibrator out, it’s getting really annoying.” She held out her wrists for the cuffs.

I pulled her to her feet.

“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.” She said.

“And just what kind of reward did you have in mind…Beth.” I asked.

“Oh…how about that one” she glanced in Thelma’s direction “tied up on her knees, sucking your cock.”

“And how is that a reward for you?” I asked puzzled.

“You would be tied over the table, and I’d be fucking you with a strap on while she did it.” She whispered.

I laughed “I don’t think so…” I said and pushed her into the bedroom. ——–

Later……

The intercom crackled. “Master, I think that slave Elizabeth is back,” Thelma said. There was a bemused quality in her voice, one that showed she was trying to adjust to our new recruit’s various aspects.

“Come up here slave,” I said, “you can take over driving while Elizabeth and I get reacquainted.”

I glanced in the towing mirror only to find Talbot and Oakley still on our tail. It seemed the two were serious about escorting us from “their” county. In my head I went over the road map. The county line coincided with a small truck-stop which served the only cooked food for several miles. I bet that the cops were actually heading there for lunch and that escorting us was just killing two birds with one stone.

Talbot had seemed to accept Bethie’s story without hesitation though I had no doubt he would file a report. Still at least they would call the dogs off now and cancel the APB, which meant I didn’t need to worry about being stopped again. As I drove I went over the incident in my mind. Grateful as I was to have survived the encounter Talbot’s report worried me. Far more criminals have been caught through routine police reports than had ever fallen to FBI profilers or Federal taskforces. The last thing I needed now was any official attention. Now if there was only some way to bury that report?

An idea popped into my head at about the moment that a flushed and excited Thelma joined me in the cab. She smelt of sex and hot cunt juices. I could see she was happy and relaxed again. I smiled at her, happy that one of us wasn’t worrying. Silently we switched places without stopping and then I headed back to the bedroom to torment Elizabeth.

Liz was still in the position Thelma had left her in after their fun and games. Naked, legs spread wet juices rolling down her legs. As I entered she looked up, turning her blindfolded face in my direction and snorting with disgust. I laughed and rolled a hard pink nipple. It was amazing just how much of a person’s personality you can tell from body language. Liz’s erect head, taught muscles and cold manner was enough to tell me that Elizabeth was in residence even when most of the girl’s face was covered.

I teased her inner thigh and she stiffened again, trying to control the reaction of her body as I played with her wet sex. Soon though she lost the battle and in moments her hips were quaking as she whimpered and fucked my hand. The sobs were coming faster now as was the shaking of her head. Smiling I bent down and ran my tongue slowly up her damp crack. Poor Elizabeth, she was trying so hard to resist but her body kept betraying her. Over time Elizabeth’s will would weaken and her mind collapse. In a month or so I would purge her from my slave’s mind forever.

But first I had plans.

It didn’t take long to retie Elizabeth into a better position. She tried to resist but she had spent too much of the last few days in strict bondage and that had seriously sapped her strength. In a few minutes I had bound her ankles to the underframe of the bed spreading her legs open and forcing her to balance on her high heels. Another rope was wrapped around her wrists and then led off to a hook built into the alcove at the head of the bed. I chose a nice big gag to keep her quiet, a large inflatable penis shaped plug to fill her mouth with padded leather front to seal her lips. She managed to say “please no” in the brief moment that her mouth was free but I had no mercy. Forcing her jaws open I shoved the rubber cock into her sobbing mouth. Once tightened and inflated the contraption ensured her complete silence.

I selected a flogger with long braided leather tails then stepped back, judged my distance and started to whip her behind.

“You….” …swat… “are”….. swat….”a”…..swat…..”slave.”

I paused then and adjusted my position. Her ass cheeks were starting to redden nicely and Elizabeth’s muffled cries of “please” mixed nicely with her tears and shaking head.

“You..” …swat… “live” …swat… “to serve.”

Elizabeth bucked and howled into the muffling leather. Her ass was glowing now and a trickle of cunt juice flowed down her thighs. I reached up between her parted legs, stroking the wetness finding her freshly shaved sex to be drenched in girl juice.

Raising an eyebrow at this unexpected reaction I brought my fingers to my nose and sniffed the odor of female sex. “What a slut you are Liz,” I said bemused. “Look how excited you get when I whip your sorry ass.” She looked at me with begging, tear-filled eyes and shook her head, sobbing and trembling. I could tell that Elizabeth was horrified by her present condition, she looked lost and confused, like she couldn’t work out why her nipples were hard or why her cunt yearned to be fucked. I gently stroked her reddened flesh, feeling the heat through my finger tips as I played my hand up and down her body. Reaching over I cupped her naked breasts from behind, rolling and pinching her erect nipples. Moaning into the gag Elizabeth began to gyrate back and forth, fucking the air with her hot cut and I continued to play with her.

Terrified she tried her best to shut me out but her newly sensitized ass robbed her of the concentration needed. I was about to whip her cunt when the intercom buzzed.

Leaving the shivering girl on the bed I walked over to the wall and pressed the button.

“Master?” Thelma said, “this slave is sorry to interrupt you but we are approaching the rest stop you asked this little one to watch for?”

I glanced through the window just in time to see the sign that showed we’d crossed the county line. I looked over at the bed where a tearful Elizabeth waved her red ass for my attention.

I grinned then hit the button. “Pull over at the truck stop my little one,” I said, “time has come to deal with our legal problems.”

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As predicted Talbot and Oakley had followed us across the county line and pulled over at the little dinner that formed part of the truck stop. I gave them half an hour, amusing myself by sliding a wide, ribbed vibrator in and out of Elizabeth’s wet hole. It took me only a few minutes to get her to the edge of orgasm and then I held her there, whimpering and begging until Thelma saw the cops leave the dinner. Leaving the begging slut to her own devices I set out to reel in our pigeons.

“Hi there,” I said to Talbot as he walked past the camper. The older man scowled for a moment and then gave me a small grin.

“Ah do hope you gagged that bitch again,” he said, “woman with a mouth like that has to be shown her place.”

I nodded. “Yeah,” I said, “I agree and trust me the little cunt is paying for all the trouble she caused.”

I could tell I had his interest then and there. Talbot was a player and players are just naturally curious.

He licked his lips. “What did you do?” he asked.

I smiled. “Well of course I took your advice,” I said, “filled her big foul mouth so as to keep the peace. Then I stripped her and tied her down and showed her that she has to treat those in authority with more respect.”

I could see that I had his interest so I played the line out a little further.

“Yes she’s a forceful little bitch when she doesn’t get what she wants,” I said off hand, “that bound in plain sight thing is her deepest fantasy, you should have heard the names she was calling you afterwards. I mean I *had* to gag her.

I could tell that I had him hooked, now all that remained was to reel him in.

“Would you like to see?” I asked innocently.

Talbot looked towards the prowl car where Oakley was waiting. He thought for a moment and then nodded.

“Sure”

Thelma was kneeling patiently for us just inside the door. I’d had her deck herself out in the full slave kit, leather corset, seamed stockings, high heels and long latex gloves. Her head was bowed, her face covered with her long red tresses. Her gloved hands were raised to the level of her forehead and held a riding crop on her open palms. I took the crop without a word or a glance of acknowledgement, flexed it and headed towards the bedroom. Thelma waited until we had passed then followed submissively behind.

Liz was exactly as I’d left her, tied over the bed with her ass presented for my use. When the door opened she turned and looked over her shoulder, her eyes widening when she saw the cop by my side. “Ummmm,” she moaned, her eyes wide above the thick gag. I admit that it was hard not to smile. Liz wiggled a little, screamed and pleaded. Her looks of relief and distress turning first to puzzlement and then to horror as instead of jumping to her aid Talbot instead stroked her red ass.

“You punished the bitch well,” he said nodding.

I laughed “Well the cow deserves it,” I said, “would you like a turn?”

Talbot looked at the crop I offered and frowned. I could tell he was tempted and to be honest he wasn’t actually on duty at the moment. I could see the conflict in his eyes, a look that disappeared a moment later when Elizabeth intervened.

“Ummmm!” she begged, shaking her head and pleading with her eyes. She tugged at the ropes and wiggled probably trying to show Talbot that she didn’t want to be whipped. Of course it had exactly the opposite effect. Smiling the cop accepted the offered instrument of correction and laid into her.

Talbot was good with the crop, very good, he’d turned Liz’s ass another 2 shades of crimson in just a few minutes. The earlier teasing with the vibrator and her involuntary arousal when whipped conspired against her. The flow of juices became a torrent and the muffled yelps of pain decayed into a deep sultry moan after every strike. Nobody in the room was left in any doubt that Liz was getting off on the whole thing.

It was effecting Talbot too, I could see how his uniform pants were tented out as he lay into her again. Smiling I handed him a condom.

“Help yourself,” I said generously, “little slut needs to be reminded that she is property and that her ass can be given to anyone *I* choose to give it to.”

“Ummmmmpppphh!!!” Elizabeth screamed into the gag but by then Talbot was too far gone to worry about her opinion. I signaled Thelma over. Kneeling, my girl slowly and sensuously unzipped the cop’s fly, her latex covered hand reaching in to grab his manhood. She started to work on his cock, holding it firmly in her black rubber grip as he stroked him to full erection. A moment later she slid the rubber onto his dick and directed him at Elizabeth’s defenseless hole.

Elizabeth screamed as Talbot thrust it. She tried to move herself out of the way, but the cords restricted her motion too much. One hard thrust and the cop was ball deep in her soft cunt. He started to pump faster, mauling her breasts in his hands as he hammered into her. The muffled screaming lasted for the first five hard thrusts then Liz seemed to realize that he wasn’t about to stop. For a moment she tried to close her eyes and deny his existence but a sharp twist of her nipples put paid to that idea. Soon she was squirming, her ass thrusting up to meet him even as she sobbed and shook her head. Talbot really knew what he was doing. He fucked her hard and fast, varying his stroke to prolong the moment. Elizabeth shook, sobbing and begging as he hammered into her. The end was inevitable. With a squeal of defeat and arousal Elizabeth came –hard and long– and a moment later Talbot grunted slowing his pace as he filled the rubber. He pulled out and again Thelma was waiting, taking a handful of tissue with which she removed the full condom and cleaned his softening cock before she returned it to his pants.

Talbot seemed full of himself. Grinning widely he slapped Elizabeth’s ass. When she yelped and glared at him over her shoulder he grabbed her by the jaw and tilted her head back looking deep into her eyes. “Hope that teaches you a lesson little bitch,” he laughed, “in future respect your betters and obey your Master!”

Elizabeth gave him a sullen look, one that prompted him to twist her nipple. “Understand?”

She nodded, eyes wide. That seemed to satisfy him. Picking up his hat he headed towards the door.

“I’m sorry for all the trouble we caused,” I said as soon as the bedroom door was closed, “she has a tendency to piss people off I can only assume that one of the people she crossed filed that false report out of spite.”

Talbot nodded. “Turns out it was a misunderstanding after all,” he said, “some couple over in Charlotte county had an argument with their teenaged daughter. Some citizen spotted her daddy dragging her to the camper and reported it as an abduction….. all cleared up now. The news came over the radio about twenty minutes back.” A feeling of relief flowed though me. Deep down I *knew* that I’d hadn’t screwed up. Ok, so if Beth hadn’t come though when she had I would have still been in trouble, but now at least I knew it wasn’t my fault. Ok so it’s a silly distinction but it matters to me. Call it professional pride.

“Well I’m glad it was all sorted out,” I said nodding. I paused by the door. “I was wondering if you *had* to report what happened. I mean with the case solved and all. I mean what takes place between consenting adults is not really the affair of the law…”

He looked at me for a long moment. “Guess not,” he agreed at last, “though I think you and your little playthings would be better off not indulging while the vehicle is in motion. If an accident happened you could leave yourself open to charges of negligent homicide…”

“I guess you’re right,” I said eyes wide as if the secret of the universe had been suddenly revealed to me.

Talbot laughed and slapped my shoulder. “Just be careful is all,” he said with a smile, “I doubt any other cop would be so …. understanding.” He opened the door. “And don’t worry about the report, I’m sure I can persuade my partner to keep this between ourselves.”

“Thank you,” I said taking the hand he offered.

Talbot grinned. “If you and your ladies are in town again look me up at the local sheriff’s office. We have a little club here, nothing fancy by big city standards but you may get a kick out of it.”

“Thanks I will,” I said, though in truth I was going to make a special effort to avoid this county from now on. Waving the cop headed over to the prowl car and his waiting partner. As they pulled into traffic Oakley flashed me an envious look, smiled and waved. I doubt either of them would forget us any time soon which was another good reason to avoid the area from now on.

I turned to find Thelma kneeling behind me and offering the crop. “Master?” she breathed. I could tell she was needy, her little sexual games with Beth hadn’t been enough to burn off all the nervous energy from this morning. I wished I could spare the time to give her a good fucking but the cops had eaten heavily into our day and we had an appointment to keep.

I looked down at her. “Get dressed,” I ordered as I took the crop from her hand.

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Elizabeth was sobbing as I entered the bedroom. Talbot’s rape of her had been fairly brutal but I think it was the fact that he was a cop that effected her hardest. Elizabeth was all about control and order. I suspect that she voted the straight Republican line, probably saw the police as defenders of society. To be used by one against her will, to be raped by a man who she thought should protect her from rapists had seriously undermined her world view.

Taking the crop I gently rubbed her red ass. She moaned and squirmed, body reacting even though her mind was in turmoil.

“Nobody is coming to save you little slut,” I said as I stoked the shaven folds of her wet sex. “Only one person in the world cares what happens to you, only one person can help or protect you now.”

She looked up at me, a trace of defiance still in her eyes. It wasn’t the main emotion though. She looked tired and cried out. Elizabeth’s world was gone, she was thrust into a place she did not control where all the rules had been changed. I smiled and started to stroke myself erect. It was time to see just how close I could push Elizabeth Monroe to the edge of insanity. In the past I had backed off afraid of breaking her. Now I knew she was already broken, a cluttered mass of shards, of separate personalities, rattling around in her brain. I no longer had a need for Elizabeth.

I slowly slipped a rubber onto my erect cock. I was in no hurry, the battlewagon was underway again and I was sure we would make our appointment by nightfall. Reaching between her legs I scooped up some of her juices, smearing it on my rubber covered cock until it was slick and standing proud. I wasn’t ready to begin just yet. A quick trip to the toy cabinet got me a pair of nipple clips, some thin string, a vibrator and a waist belt.

I started by fastening the belt around her middle and attaching the string to it. The vibe had an eyelet in it’s base that I threaded the string though before I inserted the toy in her abused hole. I continued the strings up over her shoulder then fastened the clips to her already erect nipples. I quickly looped reach string around a clip and tied it then I turned on the vibrator.

The yelp/gurgle/moan sound she made was funny. You would have assumed from the way she reacted that I had run 20,000 volts though her cunt. I have to admit that it was neat though, the taught strings between vibrator and nip clips transferred some of the vibration directly to her tortured and sensitive nipples. A moment later, as her ass squirmed under the influence of the toy she felt another sensation as the strings pulled her poor abused nipples downwards. However, as she soon discovered I wasn’t finished yet.

As I stroked Elizabeth’s puckered asshole she took a deep breath and reared up. That was a mistake since the clips pulled painfully on her nipples and the string pulled the vibrator deeper into her hole. She gave a muffled yelp and looked around, tear-filled eyes wide and begging, her head shaking in horror.

She was gagged too tightly I realized. The penis gag had been great for preventing communication with Talbot but now it deprived me of the audio feedback I needed. I reached for a ball gag, deflating the penis plug and removing her old gag.

Elizabeth looked up.

“Please….” she croaked. There was no power in her words just a tiredness.

“Please what?” I asked as I got the ball gag ready in my hand.

“Oh… oh God please,” she sobbed, “please Master, no more. Use this worthless slut’s mouth, her cunt, fuck her for your pleasure but please no more pain.”

“Beg me to fuck your ass,” I said, holding the gag ready.

She swallowed and looked down, body shaking. I had taken her ass before but Slave Liz had been in control then. As far as Elizabeth knew her asshole was still cherry. I could see her eyes wide and panicked, her face framed by the blonde wig. She knew by now that I would take what I wanted no matter what she did, obedience would make her life easier but it also kicked against her deep rooted control problem.

“Please Master….. f….fuck my ass,” she sobbed.

“Fuck it how?” I pressed, prolonging the moment.

“F…fuck it hard…. oh God please no more. I’ll give you my money, I’ll do whatever you want…”

I rubbed the ballgag up and down her damp mound, coating the rubber in Elizabeth juice.

“Now beg me to gag your big mouth,” I said.

Elizabeth looked down, gave a big sigh then looked up with wide, tortured eyes. “Please Master, gag this slave’s big mouth. Silence her for your pleasure.”

I reached forward, brought the ball to her lips and waited. Her nostrils flared, taking in the smell of girl juice and rubber. She gave the ball a look of distaste, hesitated a moment, then gapped wide.

Smiling I pushed the ball between her teeth, making her bend as I tightened down the strap.

She sobbed in earnest then. Being gagged had always been the worst part for her, her voice, her ability to argue and reason, had always been Elizabeth’s oldest and most potent weapon, to be without it made her feel even more helpless. Silently I slipped a gloved finger up her ass, probing and teasing and spreading a mixture of cunt juice and saliva up her back passage. She squirmed, squealed a little, but in truth there was nothing she could do. I took a little pity on her, used some lube to supplement her juices. That done I pressed hard into her ass sliding in slowly and deeply as she moaned and wiggled beneath me. I could feel the low, insistent buzz of the vibrator through her guts as I pressed home, then I started to pump, slow and deep onto her tightness. Over time the tightness of her ass loosened some more and I chose that moment to pull on the strings as if they were the rains of a horse, tugging on her clamped and tortured nipples and sliding the vibe up and down her love canal. She gasped and stiffened for a moment but it didn’t stop me from thrusting in harder.

I rode her then, fucked her like an animal, told her how she was mine now, how she would come to like being used, how eventually she would come to need it.

Elizabeth sobbed and screamed beneath me, shaking her head and babbling into the gag. It made no difference though, the sensation still overcame her and she still found her arousal building. Suddenly she arched her back, her eyes sightless and full of horror. And she let out that scream again…. the scream of the dying that tore at my heart. Then just as suddenly she was fucking me with a power and enthusiasm that I hadn’t expected. Her head shot back as her orgasm claimed her and she looked me directly in the eye…