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 6)
"The Making of THING"
"This could be you."
Those words ripped through Beth's soul like finger nails dragging across a
chalkboard. Shivers, goose bumps and a blood curdling fear flooded her very
being. She sat silently on the jail cell cot, still wrapped up in the
spider woman's embrace, still staring at the surreal aberration kneeling
before her, and still unaware of Tonya fondling of her fully exposed
breasts.
"Look at her B."
Tonya's head slid closer to Beth's, her lips less than an inch away from
her ear as she began her enthusiastic tale of "Thing".
"Isn't she magnificent! You will never find the likes of her anywhere on
the face of the earth. Oh, you might find similarities between her and
other cultures. People in far off lands with manners of living and beauty
that are significantly different from our own civilized ones. But you will
never find anything like what you see here kneeling before you right now.
Never!
Thing is totally unique. Literally a one of a kind if you will. And it took
a tremendous amount of time, money and energy to get her to look just the
way I wanted. She is a true labor of love B. And love that originated from
deceit, anger and obsession, from her and from me I might add. But now, I
would find it extremely difficult to live my life without my dear precious
Thing.
She brings so much joy, happiness and love to me B, and I know that Thing
feels the same way about me too. Don't you Thing?"
Beth watched in horror as Thing, the human oddity, moved in confirmation.
An unsettling sound of metal clinking against itself seconded the motion.
"Look at her skin B. Look how black, smooth and flawless it is. I am of
African descent and yet, her color is still several shades darker than
mine. It makes you think she came from some remote dark jungle of deepest
Africa. A bush woman of some very primitive, almost ancient culture, whose
people sees physical beauty in a completely different light than we do.
Would it surprise you to learn that Thing doesn't come from Africa B? Nor
South America, or from any exotic region of the Far East. In fact, Thing is
not even black."
Beth was confused at Tonya words. How could this person not be black, or of
African descent? Her skin color, even her features attested to a lineage
from the Dark Continent.
"No B, Thing is really Anglo Saxon, a Caucasian woman, white just like you.
You see, once upon a time, Thing was the essence of the California Dream
Girl. Her hair was long and golden as the sun. She even had the perfect
peaches and cream complexion. Her eyes were warm and bright, her nose was
cute as a button and she had a smile that made her look like a happy little
pixie.
She wasn't very tall back then, barely over five feet, but she did have a
very nice figure, more on the athletic side than a Rubenesque type. She
could easily catch the eye of any man, or that particular woman with an
extremely unique tastes."
Tonya then gave Beth's breast a little extra squeeze to drive home her last
point.
"So you're probably wondering how such a transformation could possibly
occur?"
Tonya began caressing the side of Beth's delicate face with her own, in a
kind of warm, cuddling motion while her hand was still busy indulging
itself with Beth's supple breasts, and excited nipples.
"It all started about two years ago. One of my clients, and a good friend,
asked me if a woman friend of his named Cynthia Hamilton could do some
research in my field of business. My business was in providing special
services for the rich and powerful. To be frank B, I was a Madame. A woman
who provided for the sexual appetites of society's upper crust. And I, as
well as my staff, were compensated very well for providing such services.
My friend told me that Cynthia was in her 20's and working on her Ph.D.
thesis in the area of prostitution with a bias towards legalizing it. So
any help I could give her would be a benefit for all concerned. My friend
vouched for her credibility and integrity, and I believed him. In
hindsight, I was foolish though, but then again maybe not too foolish after
all. Otherwise, I would not have Thing here today.
So, a positive phone conversation led to a personal interview. We seemed to
get along very well. Cynthia impressed me with her credentials and
polished academic personality. Oh she was quite the con artist back then.
So, I was soon won over in allowing Cynthia to preform her research.
At first, Cynthia wanted information, case histories, all anonymous of
course. But then she wanted to do more personal research. She wanted to
play the role of a prostitute and collect as much personal data from the
experience as possible. However, she didn't want to have oral, anal or
coitus with the clients. She said she had a personal moral and ethical line
that she would not cross.
Well, after hearing that I became even more impressed with the dedication
and devotion of this delicious looking beach bunny. Thus, I readily agreed
to help her. I suggested that she work with what I would call my soft,
kinky clients. These were the people whose sexuality was connected with
fetishes, being dominated, or just plain spanked. Cynthia agreed and things
progressed from there.
I was amazed at how well she took to the role. That should have warmed me
right off that something was wrong. I mean, a well-established bookworm who
never did anything kinky in her entire life takes to wearing tight
revealing latex outfits and then develops a creative dominant persona to
use with her clients virtually overnight! I'm sorry, but no one is that
talented, or gifted, in life. But everything was working out and running
smoothly until one day I received an anonymous phone call.
The message was short and to the point. 'Cynthia is an imposter. She is a
con artist, with plans to blackmail everyone concerned,' and that was it.
I began to wonder if I might have been tricked. Thus, I had no choice but
to find out the truth. There was too much at risk, and too many powerful
people involved who could get very ugly if crossed. So I had Cynthia
checked out, which I should have done in the beginning.
The phone call was correct. Cynthia Hamilton was really Cynthia Hanson with
a record as long as your arm. My PI's found incriminating evidence in her
apartment that proved she had plans to blackmail certain wealthy clients of
mine, not to mention me as well. They also found that my anonymous phone
caller was the friend that had recommended her to me in the first place. It
appeared that she was already blackmailing him to get to me.
I couldn't be too harsh with him. But I did get him to pay me a large sum
of money for damages and told him not to worry about Cynthia anymore. I was
going to take care of her.
The next day I called her and asked if she wanted to come over to my office
for a drink. We could have a chat about how things were going and that I
had another wealthy client, if she was interested. She came over that very
same day.
We talked. I served her a doctored drink and in a few minutes Cynthia was
feeling sleepy. I just sat there in my chair, sipping my cognac, watching
the drug slowly take Cynthia out. I was wondering if she was smart enough
to figure out what was happening to her.
She was, and the look she gave me before passing out was priceless.
I remained sitting there for the longest time simply watching her sleep
thinking to myself what a waste. I finally did have her taken away and
prepared for me.
I remember our first meeting as if it were yesterday. Cynthia was stripped
naked and forced to stand spread eagle in the middle of my special room.
When she woke up she was vile mouthed and angry. She demanded to be let
loose. She called me all sorts of derogatory racist names. She made threats
and told me she knew important people who would destroy me if I did
anything to hurt her. She even tried to blackmail me into believing she
still had some incriminating material hidden away somewhere. She told me in
no uncertain terms that if I didn't let her go, then her silent partner
would release all of the information that she had gathered to the news
media and then my big black ass would be in one serious world of hurt. Oh
she played every card left to her very well indeed, but I trumped them
all.
I told her that I had already found out who her accomplice was, and that he
had told me where all the blackmailing pictures, tapes, and video's were.
My expert PI's were able to find more evidence and were hot on the trail
for any more that she might had stashed away somewhere. Anybody she knew
who could help her, I knew, and more. And if anybody's ass was in a sling,
it was her lily white one.
But I had to hand it to her B, when she was confronted with the bad news
she still kept it together. Even when I told her that I wasn't going to
kill her, but make a living example of her to all who would ever think of
crossing me, she still held her cool. In fact, she laughed at me. She told
me it didn't matter what I did to her, for as long as I kept her alive she
would one day find a way to take her revenge on me and that I would never
break her will, never! And then she spat on me. Would you believe that? In
the hopeless situation that she was in, the little wench still found the
courage to spit on me. Right then and there I knew it was going to be a
battle of wills.
So, to show her who held the superior position, I took a riding crop from
the wall and began to use it with extreme prejudice on her soft white
flesh. Now it was my turn to vent my anger on her.
Until then, I had never experienced such an intense, emotional moment of
both anger and lust in my entire life. A short while later I stopped. I was
almost totally out of breath, drenched in sweat and horny as hell.
Cynthia's body was glowing, and I do mean glowing red! There were a few
raised welts and spots of blood on her stretched carcass, but that was all
superficial.
I just stood in front of her. My legs far apart. My hands on my hips. My
posture erect and commanding. I wanted her to look at me, to fear me, to
ask, no, beg me for my forgiveness and save her miserable life from
whatever evil I had in store for her.
But when I looked into her sad, tear filled eyes, I felt it, strongly! All
in one motion, I walked up to her, pulled her sagging head back by her hair
and kissed her, hard. It seemed like I wanted to engulf her with my mouth.
My lips eagerly massaging hers, my tongue probing and flickering around
inside of hers. I wanted to possess and own her soul, like I already did
her chastised body. It didn't matter to me if she wanted me or not. I
wanted her, all of her! And if she didn't come willingly, then I would take
her by force until one day she wanted me in turn.
That whole situation seemed so out of character for me. Oh, I sometimes
found myself attracted to beautiful women, but I never really acted upon
it, not until then. Something just came over me, no, out of me. You know
how some people, or situations, can fuel a small spark inside of you. A
spark that you keep secretly hidden deep inside. Then something happens
where you just have to act on it, else you will explode! Well, that was one
of those times."
Beth could empathize with what Tonya was saying. A few minutes ago she was
ready to give herself completely over to Tonya as a knee jerk reaction to
what she had felt rising up inside of her. Something that was first sparked
to life with Katherine. But now, with herself in a less stressed out and
exhausted condition, she knew how wrong she was. It was brought out because
of her role-playing with Katherine. That's all it was. Even though she
could still feel those gnawing desires deep within, she knew it had to be
wrong to act on them. So, she continued to try and keep them repressed deep
inside of her.
"Well B, when I finished raping her mouth, I still held her hair in my
grip. We were looking into one another's eyes, not saying a word. Then she
smiled at me and mouthed a word in a hushed whisper, "Never".
I jerked her head back, then let go of my grip. I backed up slowly taking
her whole bound strained image in at one time. My sweat was saturated with
the scent of sex. I could have easily masturbated myself off to an orgasm
right there in front of her. or forced her to do me with her mouth and
tongue until I came, one long hard orgasm after another. But I didn't want
to give her the satisfaction of knowing how easily her distressed condition
could get me off. It was I who controlled her, not the other way around.
So I took a deep breath and exhaled. Then, with all the emotional control I
could muster and looking straight into her eyes, I said as calmly as I
could, "Yes, you will."
I then turned and walked away. I walked into another private room and
fingered myself to the most intense orgasm that I had ever had, and then I
cried. I still wonder to this day why I cried. Was it something from my
unconscious breaking forth, was it Cynthia causing my tears, or was it what
I had planned for her that made me cry--in sorrow or delight?
Right after that I implemented my plan to get my pound of flesh out of
Cynthia, to break her completely! Originally, I planned to turn her into
the biggest bimbo slut that you had ever seen. Train her to lick pussy,
suck dick and take cock up her ass. Then I would display her and rent her
out as an example, for all who would even think of betraying me. After a
few months or so, I would sell her to some foreign interest and never see
her again.
Well, that was the plan and it even started off like that. Oh she resisted
of course. But I was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
There really isn't much a petite woman can do when she is kept in bondage
and forced to act like a slut in heat at the end of a well used riding
crop. Cynthia learned alright, reluctantly, but learned she did. And I did
break her, just like I promised I would. But I learned too, about myself.
As the days passed, I found myself spending more and more time with
Cynthia. It seemed like I couldn't get enough of her, at looking at her,
in training her, and even just touching her. I had video system installed
so I could watch her all the time from my office. I even recorded her when
I couldn't be there in person. I had a small room made for her to sleep and
rest in. It had a cot with restraints and more cameras. I was putting too
much time, money and energy into this project and I was blind to this fact.
My business began to show the strain of my obsession with this project,
with Cynthia. Clients were going elsewhere, my staff was losing work and,
what's more, money! I brought in a manager, and he almost ran the business
into the ground. I couldn't think straight anymore. I couldn't run the
business and do what I wanted, needed, to do with Cynthia. So I sold the
business.
As much as I possessed and controlled Cynthia that was how much this
project, and Cynthia, possessed and controlled me. But I didn't care, I was
like a junky hooked on drugs, and I didn't even know it, but I soon found
out.
In the quiet times when I would watch her sleep, forcing myself to stay
awake, I would ask myself why? Why am I doing this? Why am I sacrificing so
much for this one off of the wall obsessive act? Why don't I just get rid
of her and be done with it?
Was it for revenge, because of what she almost did to me? I had to answer
that question with a no. Oh, I had felt anger and even rage towards her in
the beginning, but those feelings seemed to fade away in a short time.
Was I a sadist? Did I really get off in inflicting and watching Cynthia in
physical and emotional pain? This was a hard one for me to answer honestly.
I did find erotic enjoyment in playing the Mistress and causing Cynthia
varying degrees of distress and discomfort, especially in the beginning.
But did I really get off on causing pain to Cynthia? Again, I had to answer
no. My pain and pleasure interest was nowhere near the level of a Marquis
de Sade. No, I was not a true sadist.
Was it a reaction to an assault on my pride, a challenge for me to prove to
her that she was no better than I was? That, in fact, I was better than her
and I needed to drive that point down her throat by converting her into an
object of pure lust. Again, in the beginning, this was part of it. But it
too changed as time went on.
I finally came to the conclusion, maybe too late, that in the beginning the
reason was all of the above. Revenge, a touch of sadism, hurt pride, a
challenge to my ability to make others see me as an equal, or even superior
to them. But all that changed somehow, and then replaced with some other
reason, or more like some other feeling.
It felt like, "NO!" I said to myself, not that! Maybe a form of that, a
twisted perverse form of infatuation at the most. But not the kind that
artists are inspired by and people, the world over, pledge their last
dying breath to. I could not believe it B. I mean, if I loved Cynthia then
why was I so obsessed with dominating and changing her so?
Then it hit me. Like the proverbial ton of bricks it hit me. It wasn't
Cynthia, the person that I loved. It was the submissive, sexy, feminine
object that Cynthia was becoming that I was focusing my adulation on. I was
coming to grips with my own incredible overpowering need for a
dominant/submissive lesbian relationship. THAT was the reason for my
obsession and infatuation with Cynthia!
It seemed like throughout my entire life I had been repressing my
lesbianism and my desire to sexually dominate women. But now, with
Cynthia's betrayal, I had both the reason and the excuse that allowed me to
set my dark side free, in all its salacious, eccentric and erotic glory. I
was having an epiphany B. Like some kind of Freudian revelation. I was
finally allowing myself to embrace my own latent, sexual, lesbian desires.
It all fell into place after that. I knew the path that I had to take. I
was going to turn Cynthia into a symbolic representation of my innermost
desires. I was the inspired artist, and Cynthia was the lump of clay. At
that very moment Cynthia ceased to exist. She was only raw material for me
to mold. I felt like Michelangelo when he looked at the massive piece of
marble, before it became his 'David'. I looked at Cynthia the same way and
I saw "Thing". She was to become an icon of my dominant/submissive, lesbian
love. I felt reborn, as if the haze had dropped from my eyes and I could
see everything clearly now for the first time in my life.
In my mind's eye I could see "Thing". Now all I had to do was to turn my
fantasy into reality.
I did massive amounts of research to see what was possible and what wasn't.
I found, that with the right amount of money, virtually anything was
possible. I was ready to spend whatever it took to get what I wanted. If I
was obsessed before, I was ten times beyond that now. I felt like I was on
a quest for the Holy Grail, and I would not rest until I found it and drank
heavily from its cup, or it killed me in the process."
Beth was shocked to the core! Was she in the embrace of a mad woman? She
could understand some of what Tonya was saying. It even enlighten her a bit
about her own hidden desires, about her liking women and the good feelings
she sometimes had when she was with Katherine, as her slave. But how could
Tonya do this to another woman, to any human being for that matter. Her
story was like some bizarre catharsis. In order for her to accept her own
sexual identity, she had to create THING!
Tonya had snapped! She had gone too far with her zeal for self-realization
and her need for revenge on Cynthia. And what of poor Cynthia? Hard as Beth
tried she could not see any remnants of a once upon a time blonde beach
bunny. All she could see was an exotic object created from a sick savage
mind.
Beth began to tremble as she thought again on how this Thing before her
could have been her. But what Beth did not realize was that Thing was
indeed her, only in a much less evolved form.
Tonya looked at Beth, and with either uncanny insight or with an eerie side
effect of her madness, saw how Beth was disassociating herself from Thing.
But Tonya was going to set her straight, even if Beth didn't want to hear
it.
"I can see in your eyes B you think me mad, don't you?"
Beth shook her head NO in fear. How could she defend herself if this
lunatic decided to hurt her or worse! Best to play it safe until help
comes. 'Oh Katherine, my Katherine, please hurry and save your B from the
clutches of this stark raving mad woman,' she said in her mind.
"Fair enough, look at Thing now and see her through my eyes before you sit
in judgement of me."
Tonya took Beth's chin in her hand and turned her head towards Thing. She
was intent in setting Beth straight about her thinking she was mad.
"Thing is the personification of what it means to be a woman, in what we
subjectively call a civilized society. She is also a woman that I love with
all the passion a human being can have for another. It is important that
you thoroughly understand that last part B. Passion without love is nothing
more than eye candy without a soul. And do not think for a minute that what
is kneeling before you, or sitting next to you, is without one."
Beth felt her curiosity begin to stir.
"So, where do we begin? Lets start with her feet shall we. No article of
clothing makes a woman feel sexier than her high-heeled shoes. When we want
to be taken seriously, but still hold on to our femininity, we will wear
shoes with a low heel. The more we want to feel sexy, feminine, and
desirable, the higher the heel will go. Why? Because of what the raised
heel does for us. It changes our posture by having us push out our chest
and derriere for balance. They force us to walk slower and with smaller
steps, instilling in us, as well as being seen by others, a small degree of
helplessness. An archaic attribute no doubt, but never-the-less a
characteristic of being a desirable woman even in today's world.
High heels cause us to walk differently too, to roll and swing our hips to
make us look and feel sexy. Even the sound they make when we walk on a hard
surface is not without it's own unique sexual overtones. I am wearing a
three inch heel, but I am dressed for an elegant night out. I feel, and I
am seen, as seductive and desirable. Wouldn't you agree B?"
Beth slowly nodded her head yes, not just out of fear, but because there
appeared to be method to Tonya's madness.
"Now look at your shoes B. Your shiny pink six inch heels. Put them
together with your matching short, tight latex dress and I bet they make
you feel like a slut. A true, mindless, sex starved whore ready to fuck
anything at a drop of a hat. And what's more, I bet that is how others
perceive you too. Don't they B?"
Beth lowered her eyes in shame and again, reluctantly, nodded her head yes.
"Now look at Thing. I carried that concept to the max because I wanted
symbolism. It took her months to be able wear those boots. Every few weeks
I increased the height of the heels until she was able to walk on her toes.
Oh it was hard for her, but I made her do it, giving her nothing but praise
and positive reinforcement all the way. And with time, she accepted them
willingly. She looks and feels totally helpless and desirable now, like the
ultimate submissive sexy woman that she is. She can only take the smallest
of steps. Her hips and derriere roll and bounce like they had a life of
their own. Her butt and chest are pushed out so far that her spine is
shaped like a lazy sensuous 'S'. Once a man gets over her wild exotic
appearance, I dare say he would wet himself pondering what it would be like
to fuck a woman like this.
Look at her figure B. One major characteristic of all woman is the shape of
her body. The flowing curves of an hourglass figure have been in vogue for
centuries. A woman with a small waist has always been a major attraction,
to both men and women. The best way to get a small waist is with a corset.
Not only does a corset make a woman look curvy and desirable, it makes her
feel the same way just like her shoes. An old fashion corset, worn
correctly, will make her feel warm and secure like being in her lover's
timeless embrace. It gives a woman good posture, erect carriage and a boost
to her feminine self-esteem, not to mention another boost to the size of
her breasts and hips.
By artificially enhancing her figure like this, she once again increases
her desirability and appearance as a sexy woman. I know you are wearing a
corset B. Doesn't it make you feel more desirable as it enhances and
displays your female assets for all to see and marvel at?"
Again Beth had to agree with Tonya. She remembered all the drooling men and
the nasty stares from women she received whenever she went out in public.
And truth be told, it did make her feel desirable and sexy.
"In Thing's case I just took it to a higher level of symbolism. Instead of
an hourglass figure, I gave her a wasp waist.
Long periods of wearing tighter and tighter corsets brought her from a
thick 27 inch athletic waist to one of a mere 13 inches. Her overall shape
could be considered nothing less than bomb shell sexy.
Now, what do you think is the single most identifiable characteristic that
totally defines a woman as female, sexy, and desirable?"
Beth knew the answer to that. It was what Tonya had been doing to her all
this time while sitting next to her. Beth just looked down and watched
Tonya continue to massage her puffed up breasts.
Tonya giggled at the way Beth had answered her question. With less stress
and with more of a friendly tone in her voice, Tonya continued with her
lecture.
"That's right B, BREASTS! I know very few women who don't worry about their
breasts. They are too big, too small, the wrong shape, they sag too much,
their nipples are too small, or not hard enough, and so on and so on. Even
men fantasize over them virtually 24 hours a day. You can see there
preponderance everywhere, in magazines, on TV and in the movies. I like
your breasts B as you no doubt can tell, but I always had a thing for women
with really big breasts."
Beth began to blush now. She knew her breast were slightly above average
being a C cup. A fact she learned to accept and enjoyed taking advantage of
when she wanted to feel sexy and desirable to men. But with the tight
corset they seemed to have grown to almost a D cup size now. A size that
made her feel cheap like a real whore instead of the fantasy one that she
was portraying.
"Big breasts have always been desirable for women. There is a billion
dollar industry built around making less endowed women into voluptuous
breast bouncing sexpots. Personally, I find big breasted women arousing,
especially when I can play with them. So it was natural for me to give
Thing big breasts. Cynthia only had an average size bust, a "B" cup, which
was totally unacceptable for me. I wanted them BIGGER. The corset and shoes
only increased them to a C, still unacceptable. I could have easily given
her implants, but I wanted the real thing for my THING.
I knew this doctor who had created a drug to make women's breasts bigger.
It caused the basic cellular structure of the breast to increase the number
of cells in it, thus making the increase in size more likely to be
permanent. He even created a salve that would increase the size of the
nipple and the areola around them. Of course, since it was only available
on the black market I had to spend a lot of money for it, but it only
needed to be used once because the results WERE permanent. I was possessed
beyond reason in making Thing a reality B.
In the course of that treatment, I do believe Cynthia enjoyed seeing her
breasts increasing from a "B" to a size "C". But when they continued
growing to a size D she became concerned. When I increased them to a DD she
began pleading for me to stop. She thought they were too big and made her
look like a sexual freak, especially being so large on her petite body. I
had to explain to her that she was becoming a vision of beauty, a work of
art, and other positive reinforcing statements like that. However, I didn't
tell her the real reason that I wanted them bigger, or that what she wanted
was of no concern to me. I stopped the treatment when they grew to a size
"E".
While her breasts were growing, I was using the nipple enlargement cream on
them as well. I am pleased to say, as you can plainly see, her nipples
increased to an inch long and as thick as your little finger.
I soon found myself playing more and more with her breasts. And as they
increased in size so did their sensitivity. Not only was Thing able to
attain an orgasm from just having her breasts stimulated, but she was also
able to experienced her first multiple-orgasm at that. I dare say she has
since changed her mind about the size of them now.
But I was still not satisfied. Oh they were big enough, especially on
Thing's small frame. In fact, they looked deliciously gigantic! But
something was missing. Her breasts needed something to add to their
symbolic meaning to make them really stand out like the proud object of
female sexuality that they were. These gems that were the central focus of
both men and woman should be placed on pedestals and decorated in splendor.
That's when I hit on several ideas. One of which I saw on television of all
places.
It was a documentary on the giraffe women of Burma. In their culture, to
make themselves more attractive to their men, they would stretch their
necks. A long feminine neck was considered very desirable in their society.
As in our own, but not by artificial means and not to such an extreme.
What they did was to put metal rings from the base of their necks, or tops
of their shoulders, to just under their chins. Every so often, they would
add a ring to stretch their necks even longer. So I used this same idea on
Thing's breasts.
I had a series of gold rings placed around both of them. I started from the
base, right up against her chest, and built them out. The first one was the
largest and then I gradually tapered them down in size as I worked outward.
After a little while, I then increased their size again until they were
almost the same diameter as the one at the base.
They looked absolutely marvelous! Like black bowling balls resting on a
concave pedestal of gold. The color contrast looked so good that I added
another color, red, to her nipples and areolas. I had them tattooed, as
well as her mouth and pussy lips, but I'll talk about those later. I had
her nipples pierced and a gold ring inserted through each of them to
complete the look. And they do look superb! They became permanent erotic
symbols of femininity, accented in red and gold, a truly awesome sight to
behold.
Oh it took time, months in fact, to stretch the skin to the point where
they are today. From her chest to the tips of her ringed nipples it
measures a full twelve inches. I even had to increase the size of the hole
in her nipples to get the proper thickness of nipple ring that I wanted
there.
Oh yes, it all took time. And when they were done, I was so taken with the
results that I adopted the same method to stretch Thing's neck, like the
giraffe women of Burma. Her neck is a full three inches longer now than
when I began.
Is it a bit surreal, possibly over the top? Yes, but that was the whole
idea, and I do believe that it was well worth it. Again, Cynthia was not
too keen on the whole idea, but by now she was well on her way to becoming
my own personal wet dream. So I paid little attention to her moans and
whimpers of distress. I just kept giving her positive reinforcements on how
beautiful she was becoming with each passing day. It's amazing what a
little positive praise can do to control a person's psyche."
Beth was beginning to see some similarities between Tonya and Katherine.
Many a time Katherine would give her positive reinforcement when she wore
something tartish, did some act of air headedness successfully, or
continued to stay in her slave role during the hard times. Could this be
why her role as a bimbo was becoming second nature to her now? Could this
be the reason she was developing stronger and stronger feelings, lesbian
feelings, toward Katherine? And could this be why she seemed to be more and
more comfortable with her subservient slave role to Katherine? She took a
hard look at Thing and began to see far more similarities than differences
between them.
"Those are the most dramatic symbolic changes I did to Cynthia to make her
into a Thing of beauty. The other changes I carried out were to make her
more into MY Thing of beauty. As I told you before, Thing is a reflection
of my own lesbian dominant/submissive interest. So all these other outward
changes were to appease my own unique artistic flair and carnal desires."
All Beth could do upon hearing this was close her eyes and shake her head
in quiet disbelief. There were times when Tonya was making so much sense
that it scared her. It scared her how persuasive and seductive Tonya made
Cynthia's transformation sound. It scared her how Tonya's story made her
feel more accepting of her role as a bimbo and slave to Katherine's
Mistress. It scared her that this whole escapade made her feel like she was
Alice falling through the looking glass and into a land too bizarre to make
the slightest sense of. It seemed that all she could do was just go with
the flow and hope that she would find her way out of this wonderland
nightmare soon. Again, Tonya's voice brought Beth back to reality, or was
this all still fantasy and Tonya was really the Queen of Hearts?
"I played around with her facial features and body piercing, from both a
dominant/submissive perspective, as well as what made me hot and excited.
I changed the color of her skin to black because even though I loved women,
all women, I have a personal preference for black women. Thus, another
expensive illegal drug changed the pigment of her skin. It is supposed to
last a year before needing a booster dose.
That is also why I changed her lips and nose. The more exotic I made her,
the more sexually excited I became. And making the illusion that Thing had
an African ancestry was just the right ticket. I found some small, semi-
rigid cone shaped tubes that I could insert into her nostrils and expand
them at will. Over a period of time, I was able to change her nose from a
small turned up little pixie type, to a broad, flared likeness of a woman
born in the heart of Africa.
With regards to her lips, repeated collegian treatments and tattooing them
a nice shade of red, like her aureolas, made them big, full and luscious.
They seem to dominate her whole pretty face now. And I have found that I
love the feel of a set of full pouting lips on my own skin, and lips, as
well as having them suck on my hard sensitive nipples and wet throbbing
pussy. Something that Thing has learned to do that quite well I am proud to
say.
I also carried on with the piercing in her septum, both sides of her
nostrils and several times in each ear. Somehow, I do believe Thing looks
far more erotic with all those gold rings hanging from her. The sharp
contrast of the gold color with her black skin is very artistically
pleasing to me. I particularly like the effect obtained when I placed large
heavy rings in each of her ear piercings. For not only did they stretch her
ear lobes making them look longer, more primitive and sexy, but every time
Thing moves I hear metal clinking, like wind chimes. I enjoy listening to
them as much as listening to the sound of her ballet boots clicking away on
a hard floor. Whenever I hear those sounds a wave of warm tingling
eroticism seems to flow through me.
Her hair presented me with a problem though. I liked Cynthia's golden
blonde hair quite a lot, but I also wanted something completely void of
hair as well. The look of Thing as a primitive, but yet elegant bush woman,
would easily send erotic chills through me, and still does. So I
compromised. I removed all Thing's hair except for a three inch circle at
the back of the crown of her head. I gathered that part up into a ponytail
and wrapped a wide black leather strap, encrusted with gold studs, around
the base of this scalp lock. I really liked the image that it created for
Thing. It looks like a fountain of golden water is flowing out from her
head and cascading down behind her.
It also adds a nice golden background that really sets off her black head
and big red lips. The gold color is carried forward and around her face,
neck and breasts with all the gold rings there. Everything just seemed to
fall into place.
Her hands and arms are not used very much anymore. I had gold wristbands
and arms bands, just above her elbow, permanently attached around them.
Sometimes I connect them together behind her back, not unlike how you are
held now B. But most of the time I have her elbows connected tightly
together behind her back, while her wrist cuffs are connected to the gold
studded leather belt around her waist, right over her waist cinch. The
elbow cinch forces her to thrust out her chest even more so and that in
turn adds a little extra to the dramatic display of her breasts.
Having her hands restricted to her waist not only draws one's attention to
her helplessness, but also shows off her long red fingernails that match
the color of her lips, nipples, and pussy. And speaking of her pussy.
I wasn't sure what I wanted to do there. I mean, I had no real image in
mind to work from. It was very perplexing for me. Everything so far had
worked out exceptionally well, but Thing's pussy was still a stumbling
block. I finally decided to be selfish. My first move here was to reflect
what I personally liked in a woman's pussy. That meant no hair at all! So,
I had all of Thing's hair permanently removed down there.
Next, Thing had the type of pussy with very fleshy inner lips. Now I grant
you, such lips do lend themselves to all sorts of D/s interests, like
suspending various heavy items from them, but that is not my style. Having
Thing with sagging pussy lips is just too weird for me to handle."
Beth couldn't believe what she just heard. What Tonya had done to poor
Cynthia most people would call an abomination to Cynthia's humanity,
definitely mentally perverse, and boarding on, if not actually, criminal.
But the only behavior that Tonya, herself, thought as being "abnormal"
was the possibility of suspending something from Cynthia's sagging fleshy
labia lips.
Beth heard an old saying faintly echoing in her mind, "There is only a
razor's edge that separates genius from insanity." Then she began to wonder
how many times Tonya had fallen on the wrong side of that fine edge.
Once more Beth's attention was refocused on Tonya's pleasant voice as she
continued with her bizarre tour of her sub-human creation called 'Thing'.
"So I had them fixed. The excess was removed and the rest smoothed out. Not
only did Thing's pussy look immensely better and more youthful, but now I
thoroughly enjoyed myself as I played with it. Many times I had Thing
experience repeated orgasms from being stimulated on her new remolded
pussy.
However, a refurbish pussy was just not enough me. Her pussy looked too
barren and plain. It needed something more done to it, to enhance its
symbolic significance. A woman's pussy is her sexual altar stone and it
needed to be artistically displayed in all its regal glory. That's when I
decided to continue my red and gold motif down there as well. I had her
pussy lips tattooed red, from the top of her clit hood all the way down to
a little past where the lips join. It looked great! Just like a wedge of
fully ripen red melon on a black background. Of course I added several gold
rings along each lip to complete the effect. I even added one very special
one, if you know what I mean B."
Beth did know what she meant, and it wasn't from Tonya's repeated plucking
of her right nipple to make the inference of the love button either. She
could easily see for herself where that one extra special gold ring went as
it hung sedately from Thing's clit hood.
"I was finally done with my creation, my THING! The first time I saw her
standing before me, looking the way she does now, I actually became so
aroused, that I had an orgasm right there on the spot. No masturbation, no
mind fucking fantasy, no self-touching anywhere. I simply felt the wave
coming, closed my eyes and let it happen. That was a moment I will never
forget in my entire life. I almost felt like I had created or given birth
to a new life form. The entire experience was so strikingly awesome!"
Beth quietly watched as Tonya closed her eyes and tried to relive that very
same moment. She soon began to feel Tonya's body shake and then her right
breast being squeezed in Tonya's fervent grasp. It didn't last long though,
as her right breast was once more free of Tonya's hand, temporarily.
Beth looked upon Tonya and Thing with very different eyes now. Her eyes
were no longer full of fear and panic like before. There was a marked
sadness in them, for both women.
"Ohhhh my, that felt so good," Tonya exclaimed in a voice that literally
strained with eroticism.
"Now, were was I? Oh yes, there was only one final change I needed to make,
and this one was more radical than any of the others. The others were all
passive in nature. They were to present Thing in a symbolic light of
exotic, distressed, female sexuality. A sight that I find most visually
appealing and desirable, just like you B."
Beth felt the cold chill of fear suddenly brush across her soul.
"This other change that I had in mind, was to restructure Thing into
"actively" being able to make me feel good. But this one you cannot see B,
not unless I tell Thing to show it to you. Would you like Thing to show it
to you B?"
Beth was unsure about this, especially the way Tonya was looking at her.
She was smiling in a way that reflected a side of her erotic evil that Beth
was frightened to look at.
But Tonya worked her seductive ways on Beth. Snuggling and cuddling close
to her, rubbing her hands all over Beth's naked chest, breasts and hard
nipples, and finally adding a series of soft little kisses around her ear
and neck, whispering words of positive reinforcement in her ear.
"You know you want to B. You can't help yourself. I know you're a bit
frightened, but I am here to help you through it. I like you B. Even Thing
likes you. We both want to show it to you B. I want you to see what makes
Thing very precious to me, more precious than life itself. I know you want
to look B. I feel it in you. It gnaws at you. You can't help yourself. You
are going to look B, aren't you?"
The spider woman's powers of seduction were too much for Beth's weakened
state. She began nodding her head yes as sweet moans of contentment flowed
from her open pouting mouth. In the back of her mind, she wondered if this
was how Cynthia was seduced into becoming Thing.
"OK B, look upon Thing now. Thing, show your sister B what makes you all so
beautiful, sexy, and VERY precious to me."
Beth watched Thing with nervous anticipation. All this time Thing had
remained motionless and in position. Her knees were wide apart to display
her red pussy lips and all those golden rings hanging from them. Her
constricted torso slightly bent forward at her tiny golden wrapped waist
with her red painted fingernails resting sedately on her thighs while her
wrists were held immobile to her waist belt. Her breasts like big black
ostrich eggs atop golden pedestals adorned with impressive red nipples and
large golden rings hanging down from them like Christmas tree ornaments.
Her head stretched high by a pillar of gold, a vision of exotic elegant
African ancestry adorned with more gold rings and full succulent lips of
red. And her eyes, always looking down, were wide open and calm.
This "thing" of art, of symbolism and exotic erotic beauty, soon began to
move. Her tilted torso moved slowly back until she was fully erect, on her
knees and facing Beth. Even though her eyes continued to look down.
Beth stared intently as Thing's thick red lips slowly parted and her tongue
began to slither out like a snake exiting its dark abode. Her tongue crept
out more, and more, and . . . Oh my GOD!
Beth eyes and mouth opened wide in shock. Thing's tongue was long, very
long! Then Thing opened her mouth and pulled back her plump red lips to
reveal another attribute of Tonya's passion driven insanity. Beth jerked
herself back from what she saw. But like driving past a terrible car
accident, she could not turn away. She just continued to stare in abject
horror at Thing's toothless mouth.
Tonya's voice was very controlled and calm now. It was as if what she had
done to Thing, to the human being formerly known as Cynthia, was nothing
more than to re-style her hair. It was a pleasant contained calmness that
was the exact opposite of what Beth was feeling.
"You are looking at Thing, but I don't think you truly understand what you
see B. I don't know if you are aware of this fact, but a woman's tongue,
and mouth, are very important in making love to another woman. The level of
sexual arousal and orgasmic satisfaction from an experienced set like Thing
has can be limitless and sublime.
I had made Thing into the ultimate visual expression of female sexuality.
The perfect sex object from my perspective. But again, I wanted more.
I wanted to complement her visual image with functionality. It was not
enough for her to look the part, she had to act and be the part too."
Beth felt her heart jump right out of her chest. Those words! Katherine had
spoken those very same words to her about her role as a bimbo. What was
going on here? A coincidence, or did Tonya know Katherine? Is Tonya the
friend Katherine said she went to for help? Did Katherine know how much of
a lunatic Tonya was? Was Katherine becoming another Tonya? Or worse, was
she on her way to becoming another Thing?
Beth stopped looking at Thing and directed her surprised expression up
to Tonya.
Tonya met Beth's startled look with her own Cheshire cat smile. She then
placed her hand on Beth's chin and gently closed her gapping mouth while
saying in a sweet voice that reeked of conspiracy.
"You do understand how important it is for some situations, and for some
people, to be perceived as totally real by all concerned, don't you B?
Because that is the only way fantasy can be transformed into reality."
Tonya held Beth's chin for a few seconds letting those words sink deep into
Beth's confused, alarmed mind.
Beth instantly thought of Paul when she said that.
Then Tonya turned Beth's head gently so that she was again looking at the
toothless mouth and snaked tongue of Thing, before she continued with her
dialogue.
"I'm glad you understand that B, because that is how I wanted it to be for
Thing and me. This is not a fantasy. A short period of playtime with limits
and safe words, or a temporary split from the real world into dreamland.
This is how I live. How Thing and I live, 24 hours a day 7 days a week. So
I had a doctor modify Thing's mouth, and in the process, Thing went from
being an incredible piece of eye candy to full functioning reality.
He was a very talented surgeon. He was able to increase the length of
Thing's tongue to twice its original length while still maintaining its
sensitivity and dexterity.
You see that little gold ball near the tip of Things tongue B? That is
another piercing called a barbell. I put it there for one reason. To
stimulate my "G" spot. And I have to tell you B, Thing has learned to make
me cry with unbelievable pleasure just by how she uses it on my hidden love
button.
Now the reason I had Thing's teeth removed, was again for sensuous
stimulation, both hers and mine. The feeling I get from having my ears,
nipples and pussy lips stimulated by Things chewing gummy mouth is out of
this world! And Thing likes to have her gums given some loving attention
too I might add. Many a night Thing has spent in my arms, like you B, with
my fingers maneuvering in and out of her mouth, rubbing and massaging her
gums to her splendid moans of contentment.
Of course, with Thing's mouth modifications it makes speech practically
impossible for her. Everything comes out all garbled, just like you B when
I took your gag out. But since most of our communication is from me to her
Thing really doesn't need to talk any more. Kind of like you and me B. Here
we are, having a good old time, talking about Thing, communicating with one
another, and you haven't said a single word, just like Thing here. I do
believe you and Thing have more in common than you really think B. Don't
you, you sweet adorable thing you."
Then Tonya pulled Beth as tight as she could into her embrace, snuggling
her head and cheek up against Beth's and rocking them both from side to
side.
Beth understood what Tonya meant by "sweet thing". In a single phrase she
had put Thing and herself into the same category. Both sensuous objects in
a wonderland of distorted reality and perverted sexuality. Again, Beth
closed her eyes in hopes it was all a bad dream. But when she opened them,
Thing was still there, as real as ever.
Beth continued to look at Thing, but she was trying to see Cynthia. Her
mind was trying to reach out to her, to see if she was still there after
all.
'Cynthia? Cynthia? Are you in there Cynthia? Poor Cynthia, look what this
mad woman has done to you. How can you go on? Poor, poor Cynthia.'
'Poor, poor Beth' came a distant voice echoing back in Beth's confused
mind.
Beth followed every incredible word of Tonya's story as to how she had
captured and turned Cynthia into her Thing. But Beth still wondered if
Tonya had succeeded in transforming Cynthia's soul along with her body. Was
there not a single shred of Cynthia's spirit left, locked somewhere deep
inside of that "thing"? Where had Cynthia gone? A tear flowed down Beth's
cheek. She was crying for Cynthia. A single tear that might have included
herself in it too.
Beth felt Tonya gently brush the tears from her cheek. Then she heard
Tonya's compassionate voice that made Beth feel like she was reading her
mind.
"Don't feel like that B. I thought I had showed you, proven to you with my
story, that Cynthia is no longer there. You are looking at her as if
Cynthia is still there, inside of Thing. She is not there B. Cynthia is
gone forever, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. But out of those same ashes,
like the great Phoenix, rose THING!
Look at her as Thing B. She is an unique being dripping in bizarre
sexuality. Her entire existence is based on the erotic. She no longer has
the worries of the everyday person. I take care of all of that. Thing
simply takes care of all of my sexual needs and desires, and at times, I
hers.
Thing is a work of artistic, passionate beauty B. An icon to all who would
see the "who" that she really is and the "what" that she represents. Do not
feel sorry for Thing B. Thing certainly does not. She fully accepts with
profound love and joy her new identity in life, without regrets, and so do
I. Thing and I are not just two eccentric individuals living on the fringe
of existence. We are the same person. We are one. One in being, one in
heart, one in mind, and one in soul. Separate, we are empty and longing.
Together we are everything. We are powerful, passionate, and fulfilled.
We are in love with, and loved by, one another. Until you are able to find
that rare combination of eternal bliss in life that Thing and I have, do
not weep for Thing, or me, or us. Weep for yourself B. Weep for yourself."
Beth put her head to Tonya's chest and cried. Why was she crying? Who was
she crying for? And why did she miss Katherine so much now?
Tonya wiped away Beth's tears and rocked her in her arms as Beth cried like
a heart broken child. She even began to hum a tune she was fond of, to help
Beth feel better. The same tune she hummed for Thing when times became
hard.
Once in a while, Beth would look at Thing from the corner of her eye and
wonder about what Tonya said. Was this the work of a woman gone mad, or of
a woman who knew what she wanted and went after it with reckless abandon,
hoping it would all work out for the best in the end. It was all so
confusing. Did the end justify the means? For Tonya and Thing it seemed to.
Would it be the same for her and Katherine with Paul?
Beth began to pull herself together while Tonya told Thing to get into
position. Beth watched Thing pull her tongue in as though it was a length
of spaghetti, her big lips smacking together when her tongue was all the
way in. Then she slowly tilted her torso forward and remained perfectly
still, just like before. Thing's behavior caused Beth to smile. The horror
that Beth felt when she first saw Thing seem to dissolve away into
nothingness, just like her sadness, and just like Cynthia appeared to do, a
long time ago.
Tonya nudged Beth away from her body and began cleaning up her wet face and
smeared makeup. She began talking to Beth in a warm, supportive voice. She
told her how much she liked her, how beautiful she looked, even with a
dirty face, and how lucky her owner was to have such a loving, willing and
gentle slave girl like her. At that point Beth tried to talk again saying,
"Whank Wou Mitwiss Wonya". And the two women both laughed and giggled like
schoolgirls. But Thing remained quiet, in position, and motionless.
A loud heavy metal sound echoed down the hall. Both women became quiet and
looked out through the bars where the sound came from.
"Looks like we might be having company B. Maybe we should get you a bit
more presentable, or would you rather go topless like you are? I know I
wouldn't mind it."
Tonya gave Beth a teasing smile while she resumed playing with Beth's
breasts causing her to wince as Tonya was becoming a little too zealous
with them.
Beth was beginning to panic. She heard the main door open and close. Then
footsteps were heard approaching them. She looked at Tonya with pleading
puppy dog eyes to help her and even tried to ask her to hurry, but her
mouth and tongue were not quite up to speech yet.
"OK B, lets get you standing and I'll put poor little Humpty Dumpty back
together again."
Tonya stood up and began adjusting her own long velvet gown about her
voluptuous figure.
Beth tried to get up from the cot, but she ended up falling backwards. With
her arms and legs manacled as they were, she felt like a turtle on its back
trying to get up. Tonya was giggling at Beth's antics. She so loved
watching sexy women in distress.
Finally, when Beth was back into the sitting position, and with those
footsteps much closer now, Tonya said, "Here B, let me help you before you
fall completely off that cot."
Tonya reached down to help Beth, but instead of lifting her by her
shoulders or arms, Tonya grabbed both of Beth's nipples and began pulling
her up by them.
The pain Beth felt in her nipples and breasts was overwhelming. She had a
immediate surprised and painful expression fixed on her face, which she
flashed directed at Tonya and her pseudo helpful intervention.
It didn't take Beth long to get herself up and at attention though. But
Tonya did not release her right away. She continued to strain Beth's
nipples and breasts upward as she guided her around the jail cell on tippy
toe, using the excuse of better light over here than over there.
All Beth could do was scrunch up her face in pain and follow Tonya wherever
she pulled her. The expression of glee on Tonya's face as she danced Beth
around like a puppet on a string made Beth again wonder if she wasn't under
the control of a mad woman.
Tonya let her go when Beth's back was facing the jail cell door. The foot-
steps were no longer heard, which frightened Beth. Then Beth jumped in
fright when she heard a male voice say, "Is there a Ms. Bimbo in here? She
has someone waiting to see her."
Beth couldn't answer "Yes!" fast enough. She didn't want to miss her
possibly one chance to get out of the clutches of the spider woman. She
then added, "Won oment pease."
The jailer made a questioning face and asked, "What did you say?"
Beth looked pleading into the eyes of Tonya's grinning face. She even
whispered a "please help me Mistress Tonya" that even began to sound
correct.
Tonya took Beth face in her hands, brought her lips to hers and kissed her.
Beth responded in kind, part out of fear that Tonya would not help her,
part out of gratitude for opening her mind and feelings about what she felt
with Katherine, and partly because it just felt so good.
Tonya broke the kiss first. She told the officer that she would be ready in
a second. And then began putting Beth's two large breasts back into the
bodice of her too small dress. Beth felt a little tingle from the residual
sweetness of their kiss and the way Tonya maneuvered her breasts gently
back into her dress.
A couple of minuets later Tonya turned Beth around and walked her to the
now open door. As the officer was closing and locking the cell door behind
Beth, Tonya said one final thing.
"Take good care of yourself B. And tell Katherine that I said hello. Maybe
the four of us could get together some time soon for some interesting
entertainment. Wouldn't you like that, Beth?"
Tonya winked at Beth before turning away from her. She began to laugh while
she walked back to her cot and to her Thing, who was still in the same
position and motionless as ever.
Once again Beth was shocked to the bone! It even required the officer to
forcefully nudge her a few times to get her walking down the hall and out
of her surprised stupor. In a very short amount of time Beth's life kept on
getting harder and harder for her to understand. Just like Alice, in her
bizarre Wonderland.
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Part 7 - "The DA Does Damage" Coming soon
