This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.
"Out of the Frying Pan, into the Fire"
by Musker
and edited with choice additions
by Ms. Anne Gray
Inspired and dedicated to a very special Muse.
(part 4)
"An Arresting Situation"
The workday was over and so was their meal. Katherine and Beth had dined
out at a local Chinese restaurant. It was a small out of the way place with
good food and a nice warm atmosphere. They received their usual concerned
stares and whispers about how Beth looked and was treated by her
questionable friend, Mistress Katherine.
They both knew this public display was necessary, if they wanted Paul out
of their lives forever. Thus, they both left the same way as they came in.
The austere woman of distinction followed by the flashy dressed submissive
bimbo.
Driving back to her apartment building Katherine took an unexpected turn
and pulled the car off to the side of the curb. She put the car in park,
but kept the engine running.
"Ok B, I want you to go into that corner store and get two items, a pack of
bubble gum and a carton of condoms. Here is the money. And make sure you
get the correct change this time! Lately you seem to be living up to your
scattered brain status for some reason." Katherine then tucked a $50 bill
in the cleavage of Beth's bulging breasts.
"Yes Mistress, B understands your concern." Beth didn't think she deserved
that last comment. She only messed up once and that was by accident.
"Mistress, why does B need to buy condoms," inquired a disquieted Beth as
she pondered what Katherine might have in mind for her with all those latex
cock sheaths.
"Oh for goodness sakes! Must I explain everything to you B? You're my bimbo
slave girl, remember? You are just to DO, not ask any questions. But just
this once I'll tell you. They're a joke gift for a friend of mine.
Satisfied nosey slave girl!"
"Yes Mistress Katherine, B is sorry for asking you why Mistress. B will do
better next time Mistress." Beth breathed a sigh of relief when she heard
that she wasn't the one who was to provide the orifice to be filled by said
items.
"That's a good slave. Now, when you're done just wait for me outside that
store, right over there on corner. I will be going to an ATM a couple
blocks away and will be only a few minutes. Do you have any questions about
that too slave girl B?" Katherine's voice was very sarcastic this time.
"No Mistress, B understands completely. B will do exactly what you told her
to do Mistress."
"Good! Now give your Mistress a nice little kiss and get yourself going."
Beth knew what Katherine wanted and it wasn't a simple little peck on the
cheek. Beth had to lean forward as much as she could making sure her
breasts were thrust up and out as far as they would go without popping out
of her tight dress. She then had to close her eyes, tilt her head back and
really pucker up her bright pink lips so her big smooching mouth seemed to
dominate her whole sluttish face.
Katherine would let her stay like that for a while. Sometimes she would
affectionately stroke the side of Beth's face with her hand, all the way
down her smooth feminine neck. Other times she would take her fingertips
and slowly trace along the rim of full supple lips. Of course, when she did
this, Beth knew that sooner or later Katherine was going to stick her
finger between her lips and then deep into her mouth, sometimes two or
three at a time. That was her cue to begin sucking on them. Her cheeks
would slowly cave in on themselves as she made little sensuous moans of
pleasure, even though she felt embarrassed beyond belief. Katherine would
then enthusiastically explore her slave girl's warm passionate mouth. She
would rub her fingers over the top of Beth's delicate sensitive tongue and
then along the smooth slippery surface of her inner cheeks.
Beth was glad that Katherine ordered her to keep her eyes closed. For if
she happened to see someone on the outside watching her give Katherine's
fingers a first class blow job, she would have been embarrassed to tears.
Tonight, however, Katherine was merciful. She only let a few minutes go by
before she gave Beth a little peck on the lips. Then Beth left the car and
headed for the store as Katherine drove away.
Beth never relished this part. And she knew Katherine did it on purpose.
Her excuse was for Paul to see her alone in public still playing her bimbo
role to the hilt. That is why she was now forced to walk half a block in
order to get to the store. Katherine wanted Paul, as well as everyone else,
to see how bimbo B had dressed for work on "casual Friday". That was a
little joke Katherine liked to tell. But Beth really didn't see much humor
in it since the joke was on her, or more appropriately WAS her.
Today Beth was the essence of a street slut. She wore her standard six-inch
heels in hot pink. On her arms were fingerless shoulder length, latex
gloves, also in glowing pink that matched her nail polish. She wore a body
hugging shoulder strapped latex mini dress, again in dazzling fluorescent
pink. Even her big hair and heavy makeup favored that trailer trash pink
color. Pink might have been a symbolic color of femininity for the average
woman, but the hot pink that Beth wore screamed "hot bitch on the hoof,
come and get me baby!"
It seemed like strutting down the sidewalk, parading her bimbo character
without inhibitions, was becoming second nature for Beth. She no longer had
to make a conscious effort to roll her hips, bounce her tits, wag her ass,
or even wave her arms from side to side as she walked along. She thought
the reason was because of her restrictive clothes and stiletto heels. But
in reality, Beth was re-identifying herself on the inside as well as out.
She was no longer simply playing a role, but in fact was taking on the
permanent identity of a bimbo. Even if she was able to dress like she did
once upon a time, she would still find herself doing the bump and grind
prance of a Las Vegas showgirl.
After walking past the barrage of wolf whistles and salacious invitations
by smiling drooling men, not to mention the angry stares and name calling
of "slut", "whore" and "tramp" by women, she finally made it to the store.
She began to wonder why such a derogatory experience like that no longer
affected her as much as it once did. Poor Beth was in full denial of what
she was unconsciously becoming.
Once in the store, she was relieved to see only two people inside. A middle
age woman behind the cash register and another slightly older woman, a
customer, dressed very conservatively talking with her. They both had
rather stern looks on their faces as they watched her swaggered deeper
inside. Beth thought that the best move here was to get what she needed and
then leave as quickly as possible.
Beth found the gum on the bottom shelf. Normally, when she was her "normal"
old self, she would have bent at the knees to get the gum. But all the
training Mistress Katherine had pushed on her seemed to become the norm
now. Beth picked up the gum by keeping her legs straight and then bent over
at the waist.
When she did this, she exposed her entire naked butt to the two women. Why
she didn't turn her butt in the other direction she didn't know. She simply
flashed them as if it was an every day occurrence.
Both women gasped with insulted surprise when they saw the panty-less
derriere that stuck right out at them. That's when Beth realized what she
was doing and to whom she was doing it to. She immediately straightened
herself back up, covered her butt with her hands and turned around quickly
to face the women. A surprised, big eyed, open mouth pout was now an
engraved part of Beth's airhead repertoire.
This only resulted in another shocking experience for the two moral women.
For the tight skirt that was part of Beth's latex dress was now caught and
jumbled up around her waist. Poor bimbo Beth was again flashing the two
women, but this time with her naked shaved pussy.
Shocked and outraged at the horrendous actions of this obscene, disgraceful
street slut in flamboyant pink, the two women quickly turned away
muttering, "bitch" and "whore" under their breath.
Beth knew she had made an absent minded mistake and was going to apologies
to the two women, but they seemed to be well intent on ignoring her
completely now. Thus, under the present cold shoulder circumstances, Beth
thought it best to just hurried on with her task and get out before things
got any worst.
With red face, Beth pulled her short latex dress back down and then tried
to find the condoms with no luck. So, reluctantly, she walked up to the
register and asked the cashier. Once again her training as a bimbo
dominated over her normal speaking voice as the words came out high pitched
and squeaky. She even giggled nervously afterwards completely oblivious
that she had even done so.
The cashier excused herself from the other woman and went to get the item
Beth wanted. She returned with a single packet and tossed it on the counter
in front of Beth as she went to ring up the purchase. The cashier wanted as
little to do with this gutter tramp as was possible.
Beth looked down at the single item and again in a high pitched voice said
to the cashier, "Excuse me, but B needs to have a carton of these condoms,
not just one."
Beth knew how stupid it was as soon as she said it. She had referred to
herself in the third person and called herself the letter "B", her slave
name. How could something so easy be turned into such a horrible nightmare.
It seemed no matter how hard she tried she still kept on screwing things
up. Maybe she was becoming a big air headed just like Katherine suggested.
The cashier looked at Beth with disdain, she was angry. She then marched
over to the back shelf, talking to herself quietly about how incredibly
stupid some women are. She picked up the requested carton, walked back to
the counter and, still muttering angrily, slammed the article down on the
counter. She rang up the sale using the cash register as a punching bag.
Beth knew the cashier's anger was directed at her. Which caused an
embarrassing feeling to well up inside of her that made her face turn an
even deeper shade of red. Beth didn't bother to look at the other woman.
For she could feel the other woman's eyes upon her, watching what was going
on with all the anger, contempt and loathing that the cashier was showing.
A short time later the cashier told her the total and Beth reached into her
cleavage for the money. By this time Beth had become very nervous. The
harder she tried to retrieve the money from between her bulging breasts the
further down between them it went. After a few more minutes of digging, she
finally did pull out the fifty dollar bill. Her big trembling breasts
almost coming out with it. She then handed the money to the cashier.
The cashier couldn't believe what just happened. She looked at the money as
if it was diseased and shook her head no.
Beth became anxious and started doing her little girl routine as if asking
permission to go to the washroom. She began moving up and down, with her
breasts bouncing obscenely. Her hands began flapping around in mid air as a
distressing expression formed on her heavily made-up face. And in her most
pitiful girly voice, she pleaded with the cashier to please take the money.
The cashier started to laugh. Her anger was replaced with humor by the
antics of her customer. The other woman also saw the hilarity of it all and
was soon laughing out loud too at the sight of the bizarre woman in glowing
pink. The two woman began pointing at Beth and sarcastically calling her
"Cry baby!" and asking, "Does baby want her bottle?" They then suggested
that, "Maybe the poor baby wet herself and needs her diaper changed." The
two women were soon becoming hysterical with laughter at Beth's expense.
At that point all Beth wanted to do was to get the hell out of there! She
dropped the bill on the counter, took her bagged chewing gum and carton of
condoms, and high tailed it out of the store. Katherine, Mistress
Katherine, would surely understand why she didn't wait for her change after
she tells her what happened, wouldn't she?
Once outside Beth looked for Katherine's car, but it was no-where to be
seen. She wanted to run as far away from the store as she could, but she
had to follow orders and wait for Katherine to pick her up. She had already
screwed up the purchase and feared a second mishap would bring her even
more unwanted torment from the hands of her Mistress. So she waited at the
corner.
Beth looked like the typical street corner prostitute on the prowl for a
deep pocket John. She was strutting her delicious self back and forth
waiting for her Mistress's return. Sometimes she would stand still, but
assumed the bimbo pose she had been trained to do by Katherine. She even
mindlessly popped bubbles with the gum in her mouth to help alleviate the
tension that was building up inside of her. But that only added to her
cheap whorish appearance. Beth's bimbo persona had now become a fully
ingrained instinctive response. Going back to her normal self would not be
as easy as she might have thought.
Her exotic presence on the corner did not go unnoticed. Many a passerby
would comment on her wanton prostitute presents. Some asking her, without
even a second thought, how much she charged for a blow job, a fuck, or
taking it up her hot, sexy, tight ass. Beth was amazed, insulted and
angered at how she was talked to by the local cavemen, not to mention the
one or two women who also found her appealing. She was about to yell back
some foul comments in return, but remembering what just happened with the
shopkeeper she decided to simply ignore them. Better to be thought of as
whore than to speak and remove all doubt.
But she could not ignore them completely as her increasingly nervous and
agitated state showed. Her movements became even more pronounced as her
bouncing tits, grinding hips and gum popping synchronization made things a
hundred times worst.
A few minutes had gone by when all of a sudden a police car pulled up. Two
women cops got out of it and walked slowly over to her. Beth knew she was
in serious trouble and prayed that Katherine would show up soon, very soon!
One of the policewomen told her they received a call that a woman matching
her description was turning tricks on this corner. Beth was stunned. It had
to be those two women in the store who called them and told such lies. Beth
told the police what happened, but her high pitch voice made her side of
the story sound stupid as the grinning faces of the policewomen attested
to.
It seem the more Beth tried to explain her situation, the more she made the
case against herself. It was quickly going from bad to worst for Beth, but
she still had not quite hit bottom.
The police finally asked her for ID. She had none. They asked her what was
in the paper bag. She reluctantly showed them the carton of rubbers. They
asked her if she was wearing any underwear. Beth crossed her hands in front
of her crotch, lowered her face in shame and shook her head no. The police
told her they had no choice. They had to take her in.
Beth tried to plead with them not to, to let her go, that her Mistress
would soon be here and she would explain everything. The two officers just
began laughing at her antics. It was hard to take such a flamboyant bimbo
street whore seriously, especially one so well established in her role.
They each took one of her arms and began to lead her to the squad car.
Beth resisted, still maintaining they were making a mistake. She kept
telling them that all they had to do was to wait for Katherine. But the
more Beth resisted, the more serious the policewomen became. It got to the
point were they had to use force and handcuff her wrists behind her back,
but Beth continued to be combatant. The policewomen had to use another pair
of handcuffs on her arms, just above her elbows. This slowed Beth down, but
it certainly didn't stop her. Then the cops added a pair of leg irons that
locked around her ankles. Now Beth was a lot easier to handle as they
pushed and shoved her into the back seat of the police car.
Unfortunately, this is where Beth really lost it. She started to yell and
scream all manners of profanities at the officers. She told them in no
uncertain terms that they were making a big mistake. That they were the
stupid ones not her. And that they were going to loose their jobs over this
and have to become real street whore's, which she definitely wasn't! Beth
was adding the icing to the cake. She was acting exactly like an irate
vulgar prostitute being placed under arrest.
Now it was the two policewomen who had had enough. They had a brief
conversation about using some kind of new device to quiet down boisterous
and loud-mouthed offenders. So they went to the trunk to fetch it.
In a desperate attempt to work her arms free from the handcuffs, Beth
somehow managed to work her tight skirt up around her waist and also caused
one of her bouncing jiggling breasts to pop out of its hot pink latex
covering.
The next thing Beth knew was that the policewomen were back in the backseat
with her, one of them on each sise. Beth continued her ranting and raving
when one of the cops suddenly grabbed her chin with one hand and pinched
her nose closed with the other.
Beth tried to break free, but the policewoman was far too strong. She tried
to keep her mouth shut, but soon found that she needed air to breath. She
opened her mouth just a little and the officer pinched the sides of her
cheeks into her mouth pushing them into the gap between her teeth. This
hurt Beth and the only way she found to alleviate the pain was to open her
mouth even more. The lady cop continued the pressure on Beth's cheeks and
soon had her mouth wide open. And it was kept that way by the officer's
solid grip on Beth's face.
At that point Beth began to make distressing noises and tried to swear at
the cops, but most of the words came out sounding funny. The officer took
her hand away from Beth's nose and rapidly clamped it behind her head. The
lady cop was in full control now as she forcibly bent Beth's head back
until Beth looked like a baby bird beckoning to receive a worm.
Beth watched in wide eyed horror as the other cop held what looked like a
black stubby cigar in front of her mouth. It had some sort of small black
tube leading from the back end of it and that's all she saw. For the other
rounded end was quickly approaching her gapping mouth. She knew what was
going to happen as soon as she heard one of the cops say, "Say ahhhhh
slut!"
Beth closed her eyes as the thing was pushed into her forced open mouth. It
tasted foul, like rubber, as it slipped passed her tongue. She heard a
hissing noise and felt the thing begin to expand. That's when she began to
fight in earnest. But restrained by the metal cuffs and held firmly by the
other cop's grip, her best efforts were useless. Her mumbled words soon
became intense groans for mercy as the other lady cop continued to squeeze
the air pump bulb.
The growing thing forced her tongue down flat as it advanced out beyond her
teeth and into her cheeks. At this point the cop removed her fingers from
the sides of Beth's face to allowed the rubber bladded to further expand.
She still had Beth's chin in her grasp and kept her other hand firmly
behind Beth's head. It was much too early yet to let the rambunctious bimbo
whore go.
Both cops began to smile and chuckle at how funny Beth was beginning to
look. The inflating bladder ballooned out her cheeks and mouth far more
than either one would have ever thought possible.
Beth's bulging mouth area dominated her whole lower face to the point that
she looked like some surreal cartoon character from a damsel in distress
comic strip. And the word "Distress" described Beth's plight perfectly.
"Hey Mary, how far are we suppose to keep pumping this thing? My hand is
getting tired," said the lady cop who stopped pumping for a minute to flex
the cramp out of her hand.
"According to the manual Erica, it's until the offender quiets down
significantly. Lets see what happens when I release my grip." The other
policewoman slowly let go of Beth's head.
Beth just sat there, her eyes squinted and looking straight ahead. She was
too overwhelmed with her bloated aching mouth to be aware of her head being
set free.
"Well, I'll be," said Erica. "I do believe that device does work after
all!"
"It sure looks like it. I wonder if they make one to keeps kids quiet,"
Mary said jokingly. Then both women began laughing again and their laughter
somehow woke Beth from her trance.
Thinking they were laughing at her again, Beth became reanimated. She began
to shake her head from side to side trying to get that damn thing out of
her mouth. Her antics were far weaker than before, with much of her
rekindled rebellion displayed in the swinging movements of the rubber
squeeze ball.
The officers were not going to take the chance of possibly losing control
of their prisoner again. So the one who held Beth's head was able to catch
the squeeze bulb on her third attempt. Now it was her turn to puff up
Beth's severely distended mouth even more. But hard as she tried, neither
cop could see much difference in how Beth looked.
Beth, on the other hand, sure felt the difference! With no more room to
expand outward, the rubber bladder began to travel towards the back of her
throat. When it became all to clear to Beth that the rubber thing might
cause her to choke she immediately stopped all movement and squeezed her
eyes tightly shut.
"Wow, did you see that Erica?"
"Yea, I sure did. Looks like that's it. Damn if this thing doesn't do a
fine job."
Erica started to unscrew the pump connection at the bladder's end. She
tried to tug the hose fitting off, but for some reason it wouldn't
disconnect like the manual said it should. She became a little frustrated
and soon had her other hand over Beth's face for support. She pulled the
fitting with one hand and forced Beth's face back with the other. Beth just
remained quiet because she was in dreadful fear of choking to death.
Finally a crack and snap was heard, followed by an audible "Oh SHIT!" Erica
had broken the connector off, but the bladder still remained full.
"Well, looks like your gonna have to wear that thing for awhile slut. My
partner here has broken the connector and we have no idea how to let the
air out," Mary told Beth.
"No big deal," said a casual Erica. "We'll find someone at the precinct to
get it out. Besides, now we can enjoy the quiet ride back." Again both
officers were laughing as they left Beth alone in the backseat.
They climbed into the front, buckled themselves in and started the car.
They both turned and took one last look at their prisoner. Big smiles
crossed their faces. The half nude slut looked so funny and sad at the same
time. Erica then put the car in gear and drove off.
Beth leaned back into her seat. She turned to her side and rested her head
on the top of the seat with her eyes staring blankly out the window. She
was a total mess. Her arms were bound securely and painfully behind her at
elbows and wrists. One of her breast was squeezed tightly against her low
cut latex bodice with its firm flesh bulging threateningly over the edge of
the material. Her other breast was completely exposed and bouncing around
as the squad car drove down the pothole infested street. Her mouth was
stuffed way beyond normal capacity, making her look like a greedy hamster
storing food in her cheek pouches.
Then she saw Katherine's car exiting a parking lot and turning in the
opposite direction. She tried to get the attention of the two cops, but
gagged so severely all she could do was make a low grade moan that even she
could barely hear. She tried to move her body to get their attention, but
in her severely bound state it was very slow going. She strained to look
out the back window and saw the red brake lights of Katherine's car go on.
She instantly thought that Katherine was at the corner she told her to wait
at and was now looking for her.
Again she tried to get the officers attention, but suddenly she found
herself flying off the backseat and on to the floor. The police car had
come to an abrupt stop and the cops had forgotten to follow procedure and
fasten her in her seat with the seat belt.
She grunted and strained trying desperately to regain her seat and after a
minute or two she finally worked herself to a kneeling position on the
floor. She then stretched herself erect and looked out the back window. She
was just in time to see Katherine's car turning the corner. The patrol car
took off again and Beth's face went straight into the vertical part of the
back seat. This time, when she was finally able to look out the back
window, Katherine's car was no where to be found.
Beth laid her body down on the seat. Her bulging cheek was the only part of
the side of her head that came in contact with the seat. She was looking at
the back of the front seat with empty eyes. For what she saw was only in
her mind's eye now.
Something was wrong, so terribly wrong!
How could things get so mixed up? This was not suppose to happen and try as
she might she could not stop it from happening. She knew that she was
playing a role like an actress in a play, but something had gone wrong. It
was as if she was no longer playing a role on stage, for herself, for
Katherine, for Paul. It was no longer art imitating life, but life
imitating art.
She was no longer playing a role, she had become the role. And everyone saw
her, and responded to her, as if that was truly who she was. The people on
the street, the two women in the store, the police officers, EVERYONE!
Everyone saw her as some moronic bimbo slut. No matter how hard she tried
to convince them otherwise, she was still seen as a laughable piece of sexy
fluff on parade.
She remembered something, a piece of literature. How did it go again, "I
found myself no longer a man dreaming he was a fly, but a fly dreaming he
was once a man." She was no longer Beth Jenson, an intelligent heterosexual
woman dreaming she was a lesbian bimbo slave girl. She WAS a lesbian bimbo
slave girl who dreamed that she was once Beth Jenson.
Something was wrong, so terribly, terribly wrong!
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Part 5 - "Tonya Takes a Hand" Coming Friday
