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 7)
"The DA Does Damage"
Two sets of footsteps were heard coming down the hall. One, from a heavy
set male with a long slow stride, the police officer. The other, a very
fast paced clinking pair of high heels from a woman, which was Beths',
still wearing the leg irons.
They stopped before a door, a wooden one with opaque glass in it. The
officer opened it and firmly escorted a panting, hobbled Beth inside. Her
arms remained cuffed at wrist and elbows behind her. It looked like an
interrogation room with an old wooden table and a couple of chairs next to
it.
In one chair sat a young woman dressed in a conservative gray business
suit. She had shoulder length blonde hair styled loosely around her head
and she was busy reading an open file on the desk.
"Here is the one you wanted to see Ms. Assistant District Attorney, a Ms.
Bimbo," said the officer with a sarcastic tone in his voice and a wide
smile on his face.
Without looking up from the file the woman said thank you to the officer
and told him to leave the woman with her. The officer then moved Beth to
the side of the table and left.
"Well Ms. Bimbo, you seem to have gotten yourself into an awful lot of
trouble this evening. Maybe if you tell me your side of the story I might
be able to . . ."
The young blonde woman stopped in mid sentence after looking up and into
the face of Beth. She squinted her eyes as if she might have known who this
street slut was. Then she smiled from ear to ear and said, "Beth? Beth
Jenson? Is that you?"
Beth looked hard at the woman in return. A good part of her didn't want to
find out who this woman was, because if she did, she knew she was going to
have a lot of explaining to do. And who would believe that someone, anyone,
would go this far just to get rid of a boyfriend.
"Beth, it is you, isn't it? Well isn't it a small world. You do remember me
don't you? Christine, from college?"
'Oh God no! Not her, not Christine,' Beth prayed to herself as the memories
of this woman came flooding back to her.
Not the one she almost had a cat fight with over Christine's boyfriend. A
boyfriend who was nothing but a piece of crap because he hit on her while
he was still dating Christine. Not the one she insulted by calling her
'Crissy, the typical blonde bimbo cheerleader.' And how did such an airhead
like Crissy get to be an Assistant to the District Attorney anyway?
Beth decided not to play as dumb as she obviously looked. So, in as
pleasant a voice as she could, she responded with, "Crissy? I mean
Christine? Is that you? You're sure looking good girl! And holding a job as
an Assistant D.A. too. My goodness your sure doing well."
Christine rose from her chair and walked over to Beth. Once there, she gave
Beth one big tight bear hug. A hug that to Beth felt more like, 'Now I've
got you, you bitch!'
With her arms still handcuffed behind her back all Beth could do was stand
there and receive the false embrace. Even if she was free to respond and
hug her back, she wouldn't, not with that bitch. She still remembered the
night Crissy caught her with her boyfriend at the bar and grill. That's
when Crissy accused her of trying to steal him away from her and ended up
throwing a glass of beer in Beth's face. Maybe it was a good thing that she
was still handcuffed after all.
Christine broke the hug and gave Beth the once over with her eyes before
saying, "Yes, I did change, a little. I finally took stock of myself and
decided to get serious with my life. I applied myself, pulled myself up by
my bootstraps if you will and became an assistant DA. It was all hard work,
but it paid off. I see you have changed quite a bit too Beth.
Now, if memory serves, you wanted to become a hot-shot businesswoman. And
from the looks of you, and your arrest sheet, it's easy to see how "hot"
you really are and what "business" you decided to apply your natural
talents in. But why don't we just sit down and you can tell me your side of
the story. Maybe, for old times sake, we can get you out of this mess
without you going to jail or having a permanent mark on your record, OK?"
Beth was amazed, angered and embarrassed all at the same time. She was
amazed at how Crissy, Christine, had turned her life around with such
positive results. She was angered and embarrassed at how unkind fate was in
what seemed like she and Christine had changed places in life. The contrast
between the two women would have been laughable, if it wasn't so sad. It
was all so unfair and it was all that's Paul's fault too, or Katherine's,
or those policewomen. Then a piece of literature entered her mind, 'The
fault is not in the stars, it is in thee.' She began to wonder if it really
was her fault that resulted in her being in this horrible situation after
all.
"Beth? Beth?"
Christine nudged her college "friend" to wake her from her numb state.
"Let's sit down now and you can tell me how you came to be arrested."
Both women went to facing chairs and sat down. But before Beth could start
explaining herself, the door opened and in walked Katherine. Her knight in
shining armor was here to rescue her!
Beth's face lit up with a smile that filled the whole dreary room. She did
her best to meet Katherine half way to the door, being hobbled as she was.
And as soon as she was close enough, Beth fell into Katherine's open arms.
Beth eyes once again filling with tears, but this time they were tears of
joy clouding her vision. If she could, Beth would have happily returned the
warm hug she received from her Mistress. It was odd in a way, how a small
part of Beth could accept Katherine as her Mistress now.
Katherine whispered in Beth's ear, "My goodness me! My pet sure knows how
to get herself into trouble, now doesn't she," and then she smiled, still
hugging and rocking Beth in her arms.
"B's sorry Mistress, B is so very sorry!"
Beth's response was very sincere. Sincere in that she really thought it was
her fault for being where she was. Sincere in that she had disobeyed
Mistress Katherine's orders in not waiting for her on the corner or getting
the change from her fifty dollar bill like she was suppose to. And sincere
in how her conscious mind had easily accepted her "B" slave status even in
this place.
"Ok pet, pull yourself together and let's see how much trouble you are in."
The two women walked over to the table where Christine was intently
watching what was going on, even though she could not hear what the two
were saying to one another.
As Katherine was sitting down Christine matter of factly asked, "And you
are?"
Katherine finished sitting down and made herself comfortable before
speaking. She would not let someone's young assistant rattle her in the
least. One important fact she learned over the many years in business was
always to present herself in a calm pleasant manner. In short, never let
the opposition see you sweat.
After a moment, Katherine folded her hands together in front of her and
said, "My name is Ms. Katherine Sloan and I am a friend, a good close
friend of the accused. I am here on her behalf, to see why she has been
arrested and, if it is warranted, to see what can be done to make amends to
all concern."
The authoritativeness of Katherine's voice, and persona, brought a spark of
hope to Beth's troubled soul. It also caused Christine to sit up straight
in her chair.
Christine looked for a minute at Katherine and then at Beth's face beaming
at Katherine, her savior.
"I see. In that case we share the same goal. We each want to help our
mutual friend. But I must warn you, I will not commit any illegal act to
help out anyone, even a friend like Beth here. You do understand that,
don't you Ms. Sloan?"
Christine seemed a bit ruffled with Katherine's unexpected presence and it
was noticeable in her tone to both Katherine and Beth. It now appeared that
Beth had only one true friend at that table after all.
"Of course. I am a successful businesswoman and I too would never do
anything to jeopardize my position in the business community, least of all
risk criminal prosecution even for a close friend like B here."
Beth's face changed suddenly as she heard Katherine call her B, her slave
name. She looked over to Christine to see if she might have heard
Katherine's inference too. What she saw was one of Christine's thin arched
eyebrows rise a little.
Christine turned her gaze from Katherine to Beth. She gave her one of those
long hard looks of assessment. Then her lips began to pull themselves back
in a sinister grin of sweet revenge. She held that evil look at Beth for a
few seconds before turning her attention back to the open folder on the
desk.
For a third time tonight Beth's heart sank into the open arms of despair.
Christine, her arch enemy in college, knew what was going on. She probably
even seen the tag on her collar along with its ominous connotation stamped
into it when they hugged. Christine was no dumb blonde, not any more. With
her position in the state's judicial system, she probably saw it all, and
more! Now all Beth could do was pray.
Then, all of a sudden, Beth's mind was full of questions concerning the
integerity of her savior. 'Why did Katherine have to call her B? Why didn't
Katherine tell Christine that she was her boss? Why was Katherine being so
cold and confrontational with Christine? And why was Katherine making
things so much more difficult than they needed to be?'
Once again, it all seemed like it came down to whether she trusted
Katherine or not. And given the situation she was in, NOW, what else could
she do but act the part Katherine left for her to play. A blonde bimbo who
didn't know squat.
"I am glad to hear that Ms. Sloan, again we see eye to eye on this. Now,
let's go over the charges shall we?"
Beth couldn't believe her ears when Christine read off the charges against
her; prostitution, indecent exposure, harassment, resisting arrest! Beth
couldn't hold it in anymore. So she told Christine in a harsh voice that
they were all lies! None of it was true! She was being set up by an
incompetent system of justice and those that were sworn to up hold it!
Christine looked up at Beth with calm disbelief. Beth sounded just like
every low life criminal did when arrested for a crime; angry, hurt, and
unbelievably stupid. Christine simply smiled back. Somehow stupid looked
good on her ex-girlfriend, Ms. Bimbo.
Katherine looked up at Beth's outburst too, with anger in her eyes. In a
commanding voice she told Beth to, "Be quiet pet! I will handle this mess
you have gotten yourself into. So now, and for the last time, hush up pet!"
Again, Beth was thrown for a loop at what Katherine TWICE called her, pet!
She looked at Christine and saw it glaring back at her, intense glowing
satisfaction.
Beth had enough of this. She might have had to take it from Katherine, but
not from Christine. All this time she had to stand next to Katherine
because there were only two chairs in the room. But she wanted to sit down.
So she tempted fate. She demanded that CRISSY get her a chair. Then she
gave the woman her own nasty look. She might appear to be a secondary
citizen with her bimbo attire and criminal charges, but Christine was still
a public servant and sworn to treat all people as equals. And that she was
to be presumed innocent until proven guilty.
Christine was noticeably put off by Beth's demands for a chair, but she had
learned early in her career that losing her cool with offenders was never
the answer. What was the answer, however, was twisting things around and
throwing it right back at them, in their own arrogant face.
"Oh, I'm sorry, "B", but with cut backs and such, the state only allows two
chairs per room now. But if you really are tired standing there, then why
don't you kneel down and sit on the back of your legs right next to Ms.
Sloan. I'm sure your "Mistress" wouldn't mind you doing that. Would you
Katherine?"
When Beth heard Christine's reply oozing with sarcasm and directed at
Katherine as well as herself, she knew right then and there that she should
have never opened her mouth to begin with.
Katherine's whole persona hardened for a moment as her eyes shot daggers at
Christine. Then she closed them and took a deep breath. Once more she fell
back on her years of doing successful business deals. Not all of which were
done with "ideal" clients. So she maintained her professional businesswoman
character and responded back calmly to Christine.
"My name is Ms. Sloan, Christine. And your idea is a good one. I am sure
"B" here is very tired after the long and difficult time she has been put
through by this so called system of justice. Pet, come and kneel down
beside me."
Most of Beth's makeup was washed off by her tears when she was back in the
cell with Tonya, thus making it easy now to see how many shades of red her
face had turned upon hearing Katherine's order.
She tried to tell Katherine that it wasn't really necessary for her to rest
anymore. But Katherine replied with only three short commanding words.
"Pet! Down! Now!"
Beth closed her eyes and bent her head in shame. She had to obey. If
Katherine turned against her now, then she was lost for sure. So Beth
slowly lowered herself to the hard floor and then onto her knees. She eased
herself backwards until she felt her spiked heels jabbing her in the butt.
She did not dare look at Christine's face. For Beth was sure she would be
delightfully pleased with herself as the originator of Beth's current
humiliating position. Beth just sat quietly, her head hung down in complete
and total disgrace.
The two women then began to talk about the charges.
Soon Beth felt the hand of Katherine compassionately stroking her head.
Beth was once again torn with opposing feelings. Part of her was glad at
Katherine's continued show of affection and support for her, while another
part of her felt even more humiliated at being treated as a well-trained
dog at their master's side.
As time passed, Beth could no longer keep track of the conversation. Many
times she thought about interrupting the discussion, but feared doing so
would only make things worse for her. But Beth was really hurting now. Her
shoulders ached terribly, and her general discomfort was now turning into
spasms of outright pain. She could no longer endure it. That's when she
made another big mistake. She said it in a loud clear voice, right in the
middle of the two women's conversation.
"EXCUSE ME! But I was told that a man was called to remove these damn
defective handcuffs. Could you PLEASE see if he has arrived yet? They are
really starting to hurt me badly."
Christine knew it was directed at her. She also knew that Beth was probably
justified in asking that they be removed. Even the words Beth used were
more on the order of a submissive request than her former command for a
chair. But the tone of her voice, now that was all pure condemnation and
Christine disliked that just as much as being ordered about by a bimbo
criminal. Adding to that, it was getting late and Christine was very tired.
Put it all together and it made sense what Christine said to Katherine.
"My, my, my, Ms. Sloan. I do hope you train your animal pets with much
better manners than you do with your human ones."
Beth sighed deeply and shook her head. She knew Katherine would not
tolerate Christine's blatant insolence because of what SHE just said. Beth
knew she was about to suffer another indignity at the hand of Katherine and
instigated by her enemy Christine. But what could she do? She was damned if
she did and damned if she didn't. So lost in her own depression that Beth
was barely aware of Katherine's response.
"You are correct Christine. There is no excuse for bad manners. I must
apologize for my pet's unwelcome, but NOT without cause, outburst. I will
see to it that it doesn't happen again, AND, if YOU don't mind, YOU can see
what is keeping that man who is supposed to release my pet from your crude
defective restraint equipment."
Although Christine showed Beth what for, Katherine seemed to show Christine
her place in turn. The pecking order was well established. Beth was now as
far below Christine as Katherine was above Beth's hated enemy. It might
have made Katherine feel good establishing her superiority over Christine,
but it certainly made Beth feel a lot worse kneeling on the floor in front
of both women.
Beth heard Christine's chair squeak as it was forcefully pushed back. At
the same time she felt Katherine's hand grab her hair and pull her head
back. Beth's eyes squeezed tightly shut from the hair pull and she let out
an audible groan of pain that was immediately stifled with a large nerf
ball being forced deep into her mouth.
Beth was instantly made more totally helpless. She was shackled at ankles,
elbows and wrists. She was kneeling on the floor with her stiletto heals
trying to impale her butt cheeks. Her head was held firmly in place by a
hand tightly wrapped around her hair. And now, a foam nerf ball was being
stuffed into her gaping mouth silencing her cries of distress into pitiful
senseless moans.
Beth opened her eyes and saw the hand of Katherine cramming that huge
spongy ball into every unfilled space in her disobeying mouth. Then she saw
Christine looking down on her and never had she seen another person look
so joyfully at the distress of another. But then her mind turned to Tonya,
when she looked at Thing. Tonya and Christine both had that same gratifying
self indulgent look.
Beth quickly shut her eyes. She did not want to see that demoralizing look
again, especially when it was directed at her. She was not a THING, even
though everyone seemed to treat her as one.
It was done. The pain she had felt in her hair had moved. It had gone to
her over stretched mouth now. Twice in one night, Beth's mouth was full to
bursting. It almost felt like she was still wearing that inflatable bladder
gag again.
Katherine grabbed Beth's lower jaw and directed her line of sight up
towards her. She told Beth to open her eyes and look at her.
Beth slowly did hoping not to see Christine looking down at her. She saw
instead the angry eyes of Katherine.
"Now you listen to me pet. Since your bad manners have embarrassed me in
front of the assistant DA and your behavior is more like a spoiled little
child than a devoted obedient slave, I have no recourse but to punish you
as a child. Now get up and place yourself over my knees for a spanking."
Beth's eyes flew wide open as she vigorously shook her head no. How could
Katherine do this to her? Wasn't she here to help her, to rescue her from
the hands of her college nemesis? To give her a spanking was bad enough,
but to do so in front of Christine was infinitely worst. 'Why not just cut
off my head and give it to Christine on the end of a stick' Beth thought to
herself as she tried to communicate this to Katherine. But how could she?
Her arms were helplessly bound behind her. Her mouth was packed with foam.
And being restrained at her ankles made it impossible for her to run away.
All she could do was to beg, to plead with her eyes, for Katherine not to
do this ultimate act of humiliation before her sworn enemy. But Katherine's
eyes were cold.
"Pet, you have a choice. You will either place yourself over my knees now
for twenty hard whacks, or you will put yourself over the knees of
Christine for 50. Considering how your temper and bad manners were directed
at her, I doubt if she would mind punishing you. So who do you want to
spank the naughty little girl that you have become? Decide now, or I will
do it for you."
The look in Katherine's eyes made the choice easy for Beth. So with tears
streaming down her cheeks Beth raised herself up and slowly lowered herself
over the knees of Katherine.
Katherine pushed her bound arms off to the side and raised what little was
left by her abbreviated pink latex mini dress. Beth's chubby butt cheeks
were now fully exposed to Katherine's hand and Christine's salivating eyes.
A few seconds of silence passed and then . . . WACK!
This was the worst of Beth's waking nightmare. Her body and mind were in
agony, part from the stinging pain in her ass, but mostly from the intense
shame she felt in her soul. Katherine, her knight in shinning armour, had
instantly turned into the black knight. With each painful whack, she felt
herself slipping further and further into a dark agonizing abyss. Her head
would jerk up with muffed screams of torment. Her hands would grab out into
the air trying to shield, trying to stop, the violent abuse. But Katherine
held her arms firmly off to the side with one hand while the other
continued the punishment.
When five slaps had been issued Katherine said, "B, I am so ashamed of you
and your bad behavior that I am going to ask your caring friend Christine
if she would like to finish your punishment by giving you the remaining 15
whacks upon your disobedient ass. Christine, would you mind finishing B's
punishment? After all, it was you who she offended the most."
Christine could not believe what she just heard. She was already in heaven
watching Beth get what she deserved at the hand of someone who, supposedly,
cared for her the most. But now, being offered the chance to punish Beth
herself was the proverbial cherry on the cake. So excited was Christine
that words failed her. She could only nod her head yes and moved quickly to
where Katherine had Beth draped over her knees.
"All right Christine, considering that Beth's worst nightmare would be
receiving a spanking from you, it will be necessary for me to hold her
down. Now, whenever you are ready Christine, give this very bad girl
fifteen whacks just as hard as you can. Enjoy them B and let this be a
lesson to you. Maybe next time you will act more like a proper well-trained
pet instead of a disobedient one. Christine, you may begin."
SMACK! Went the first one. So hard was it that Christine had to rub the
sting out of her own palm. The rest followed at random and with as much
force as Christine could muster. Beth's pain was unending, both physically
and emotionally. Her misery was compounded by insult and all that was left
her was to accept, endure and pray for a quick finish.
To Beth, her spanking, her complete and total degradation at the hands of
her sworn enemy and her most trusted friend seemed to last a life time. To
Christine, it was over far to quickly, even though she relished each and
every slap. And to Katherine, it was just something that needed to be done.
Katherine pulled a whimpering Beth off her lap and took hold of her wet
jaw. Several times she had to tell Beth to look at her before she finally
did.
"Pet, I want you to get up and go stand in that far corner, facing it. I
don't even want to see you. I don't want you to move from that corner until
I tell you too. And I certainly don't want to hear a peep out of you
either. You are being punished like any naughty little schoolgirl would be.
Once in your corner I want you to reflect on how this was all your fault.
How you showed very bad manners to Christine here, and in so doing, you
have embarrassed me, your Mistress, who cares very much for you. You have
hurt two people who are trying to help you. You are a very bad girl pet and
you should be ashamed of yourself. Now go!"
Beth was lost in an emotional wasteland. She was still weeping and
sniveling as she shuffled off to the corner. She stood there, her wet face
almost touching the corner walls. How could all this be her fault? She
tried to rationalize her way out of it, but in all honesty could not. She
was rude, indeed hostile to Christine.
Maybe Christine did change, and was actually going to help her after all.
Could she have been that wrong about how she felt about Christine's
motives? And what about Katherine? Why didn't she help her instead of
continuing to humiliate her every chance she got? She couldn't have
deserved all of it. Why didn't Katherine tell Christine she worked for her?
That this was all an unbelievable misunderstanding, a plan to get rid of a
stupid boyfriend and have a better life in California.
But when she searched her emotions, they seemed to point to her and not to
Katherine as the person responsible. She even felt like she was to blame
for Katherine's anger towards her. That Katherine was justified in
punishing her for her childish behavior.
Beth was totally lost in the moment. Her butt was burning from the
spanking. Her shoulders and arms were aching terribly from the strain of
being pulled back so brutally and for so long by the metal cuffs. Her legs
and ankles were throbbing from the shackles and her high heel shoes. Her
feelings were hurt by the way Katherine had betrayed her the way she did.
Or maybe it was really her, who betrayed Katherine? Beth was so confused
and in pain that she really didn't care anymore. All she wanted was for it
to end, the sooner the better.
"CHRISTINE" shouted Katherine as the assistant DA just stood mesmerized at
her former classmate's situation. She was rubbing her stinging red palms
together to sooth her own physical discomfort, which was a small price to
pay for such an outstanding act of sadism that she played a major role in.
So excited with Beth's debasement, that Christine began unconsciously
rubbing herself between her legs until Katherine shouted her name and
shocked her out of her mouth watering wet dream.
"You were supposed to check on the status of the man who is to take off B's
handcuff's, remember!" Katherine's voice was definitely commanding now.
Christine was caught off guard, both from seeing her long time fantasy come
true and now Katherine's dominating presence. All she could do was to nod
her head and then slowly make her way to the door on the opposite wall from
where Beth stood, still whimpering in her corner.
Christine opened the door and found an officer standing in the hallway.
They had a short conversation and then Christine re-entered the room and
closed the door. She slowly walked back to the table all the while staring
at the bright red ass of her college foe. Once she was at the table she sat
back down in her chair, still staring, and still smiling from ear to ear.
"Well?" Katherine demand in a clear loud voice.
Christine, again startled out of her pleasant state, finally turned her
attention to Katherine.
"Umm, they said he is on his way and will be here in about 20 minutes."
"Good! Twenty minutes should be all the time we need to wrap this up,
correct Christine?"
Katherine knew now was the time to play her hand, to take control of the
situation and to play hard ball. Christine was totally distracted by Beth's
horrendous situation and Katherine was going to use that to make a deal
with Christine for Beth's freedom.
Thirty minutes later a knock on the door was answered by strong woman's
voice.
"ENTER!"
A short, thin, middle-aged man came in. He said he was here to remove some
defective handcuffs.
He was answered by a mature poised woman sitting at a table and pointing to
a corner.
The man squinted through his heavy bifocal glasses. When he was able to
focus, his mouth dropped open. In the corner he saw a woman in pink latex.
Her latex covered arms were bound behind her in two sets of handcuffs. Her
skirt was up around her waist displaying a totally naked derriere that
still had a subdued red glow about it. He was about to say something, but
the older woman, who was obviously in control, looked at him sternly and
told him to remove the cuffs, and to pay no attention to the girl wearing
them. His only job was removing the three pairs of defective cuffs and then
get out.
The little man was so shaken that he seemed to stumble on his way to the
girl in the corner. He glanced at the table and noticed another woman
there. She was much younger and hard at work writing on one of many papers
scattered in front of her.
Christine took one final exhausted look at the folder and said to
Katherine, "Well, I guess that does it. I'll go and run this down with my
boss for his ok. I don't see any trouble though. I'll be right back in
about 10 or 20 minutes, OK?"
"That will be fine Christine, the quicker we finish, the sooner we can put
this all behind us."
Christine smiled in agreement. She stood and took one more look at Beth.
The funny little man was blocking her view. He had already removed Beth's
ankle cuffs and was now working on the wrist cuffs and thus obscured most
of her view. She sighed, grinned and left the room.
A couple of minutes after she left, the little man was putting his tools
away. Less than a minute later he picked up his toolbox and the three pairs
of cuffs, and scurried out of the room. He didn't even look at Katherine,
let alone ask why a hooker had been handcuffed and made to stand in the
corner. His departure left Katherine sitting alone at the table and Beth
standing facing the corner with her hands at her sides. Her butt was still
fully exposed and she was as still and quiet as the air in the room.
Katherine turned in her chair and slowly stood up. She walked over to Beth
and stopped a short distance from her. She took a minute to look at her
chastised pet, then she reached out and began to gently rub Beth's upper
arms and shoulders.
Beth shook Katherine's touch off her and tried to moved deeper into the
corner.
Katherine smiled and put one hand over her lips to hold back a giggle. Beth
was acting just like the proverbial hurt little child and this thought made
her laugh to herself. She thought it was so funny how well Beth was
acclimating to her play role in life. It seemed, even to her, that it took
less and less of a conscious effort on Beth's part to stay in character
now.
"Poor, poor B. I am so sorry I had to do that to you sweetie, but you,
Christine and the whole awful situation left me no other choice."
Again, Katherine began to rub Beth's arms through the pink latex material
where the cuffs had sunken into, and and this time Beth did not pull away.
Katherine then pulled Beth close to her so she could whisper in her ear.
"Really Beth, I had no choice. I had to play it this way. It was our only
way out!"
Beth's eyes opened wide and she turned to face Katherine. She heard her
real name, Beth. It seemed like years since Katherine had called her that.
Maybe Katherine didn't betray her after all. Maybe there was a reason, a
method to her dominating madness towards her. Beth looked into Katherine's
warm compassionate eyes and found herself starting to cry.
Katherine pulled Beth into a full loving embrace, and this time, Beth
hugged her back with all the love and joy her aching body could deliver.
"There there pet, let's go sit down. And while I clean up your wet dirty
face, I will explain to you why I did what I had to do, and why YOU must do
what you need to do."
Like mother and daughter they walked over to the chairs with their arms
around each other in support. But before they sat down Katherine had to
tell Beth to pull her skirt down over her butt. Beth was becoming so
obedient and more simple minded with each passing moment.
Katherine took a handkerchief from her purse and began to clean Beth's face
while telling her the reason why. Beth just sat there like a poor little
child on their tender burning butt ready to listen to the parent's tale of
why she had to be disciplined. All the while, the nerf ball was still
packed deep into Beth's mouth with no attempt by Katherine, or Beth, to
remove it. More and more the submissive slave status was becoming ingrained
into Beth's new psyche.
Katherine told Beth why she chose not to tell Christine that she was her
boss. She knew what charges Beth had been arrested for from the desk
sergeant, prostitution being the major one. In addition, she had overheard
Christine and Beth's initial conversation while they were alone in the
interrogation room. Putting two and two together, she gathered that
Christine was really not Beth's friend, and in fact, could seriously do her
a world of hurt. This fact she soon had confirmed with her own short
conversation with Christine.
Beth felt the heaviness in her spirit lift when Katherine confirmed her own
suspicion that Christine was really out to get her.
Katherine surmised that if she told Christine that she was Beth's boss,
Christine might have thought by boss she meant "Madame". Once Christine had
that thought in her head, then she could quite possibly go after Katherine
as well. So Katherine had to think up some kind of relationship that
existed between the two of them to ward off that illegal connotation.
Katherine was too old for the two of them to be just girlfriends. So she
had to hint at something, a little more intimate, without saying it out
right. The old philosophy of a little information can go a long way did
have some merit in situations like this. And considering the way Beth was
dressed she also had to make Christine think that this special relationship
was on the kinky side, again without coming out and admitting to it. That
is why she had no choice but to treat Beth as her private slave girl in
front of Christine the way she did.
Beth's depressed heart lightened tremendously when she heard Katherine's
explanation. She even felt a little shame and guilt for having thought that
Katherine might have betrayed her.
From their continued conversation, Katherine told Beth how Christine was
really out to get her. She was intent on getting her pound of flesh from
Beth to the point of making it her personal goal to see to it that Beth did
jail time. That outcome would have ruined all their hard work not to
mention their future plans.
Beth's heart missed a beat when she heard that one.
Given Christine's need for revenge and Beth's increasing antagonism toward
Christine, the situation left Katherine with just one solution. To
humiliate Beth with a spanking at the hands of Christine with the result
that Christine would have obtained her much needed revenge and Beth would
finally stop making a bad situation worse. Then, she could negotiate a deal
with an appeased Christine and maybe keep Beth from going to jail. Which
was exactly what she was able to do.
Katherine explained to Beth that there was no other way, that formidable
problems require drastic solutions, and given the small amount time to work
with, that was all she could come up with. She had hoped that Beth would
understand and forgive her for taking matters, and her, in her own hands
like she did.
When Beth heard that, she threw her arms around Katherine and hugged her
with all her might. She truly had a good trustworthy friend in Katherine.
She was even glad that the nerf ball was still stuffed in her mouth. This
way she could not tell Katherine how she thought she might had betrayed her
and how she had wished all manner of ills will upon her while she was in
her corner.
Katherine gently pushed Beth away and told her about the deal she made for
her, for both of them.
"Now listen to me carefully B. The deal I made with Christine will allow
you to go free tonight, but, you must sign some papers first. Keep in mind
those papers will mean nothing when we get out to California. Besides they
only go into effect for a limited amount of time before they become null
and void. You have to trust me B. I did the best I could and this was the
best deal I could make under the circumstances.
You are going to have to sign them tonight in front of a judge or else you
will go back to jail to stand trial for your crimes, and most certainly you
will receive a long prison sentence. Do you understand how important it is
for you to sign those papers B? You have to do this if you want to come to
California with me and start your brand new life at my right hand."
Beth nodded her head yes with complete trust, whatever those papers were,
whatever they forced her to do, she would sign them all. Her trust in
Katherine was absolute. She will never doubt her again. Katherine was a
shrewd businesswoman and a very good friend. She would never again doubt
Katherine's benevolent interest in her. To this and all else she pledged to
herself, and to Katherine--her true white knight.
A short time later, the three women found themselves in Judge Barbara
Stone's chambers. The judge was getting on, probably in her 60's. Her hair
was gray and short, and her face showed the lines of both stress and
wisdom. She wore the long black robe symbolic of objectivity and justice.
She had called a short recess from the matter she was presiding over in
open court and was now going to witness Beth signing of some official
documents.
The judge sat behind a large dark oak desk with Beth standing in front of
it. To Beth's left sat her college foe and antagonist Christine. To Beth's
right sat her salvation and dear friend Katherine. All three of those
sitting women reflected intelligence, wisdom and power. And all three were
impeccable role models for today's modern woman.
Beth, on the other hand, stood in the middle of them on her pink stiletto
heels. She wore a bubble gum pink latex mini dress that displayed all of
her luscious feminine attributes most provocatively. She had to remain very
still or else the crackling of her latex dress and gloves sounded like
bombs going off in the dead silence of the judge's chambers.
The contrast was dramatic. Three women symbolizing integrity, morality and
human dignity with just a touch of femininity, and one gussied up tart, a
blonde bimbo with all the trimmings, and an affront to women everywhere.
And this stark contrast was not lost on Beth either, as again all she
wanted was for it to be over with, as soon as possible, no matter what the
cost.
The judge was reviewing the papers before her through her thick glasses.
Only a few minutes had passed when she spoke to Beth while still reading
the papers.
"Have you read and agreed to the contents of these documents young lady?"
Beth nodded her head and murmured an inaudible yes.
"Speak up dear, I didn't hear what you said."
Again Beth shook her head and made an effort to make a louder sound of
affirmation to the judge. She would have said the word yes, but with the
nerf ball still filling her mouth she thought it would be better not to say
anything. There would be less chance of her humiliating herself any more
than her dressed already did.
The judge, a bit perturbed now, looked up at Beth and asked her, "Is there
something wrong with your mouth young lady?"
Beth's eyes grew wide with fear, as she shook her head no. Her big gaudy
earrings making a distinct rattling sound in the process.
"Good, then tell me in plain English if you understand what is in these
important documents?"
Beth's head dropped down as her eyes closed in shame. Then she tried to say
the word yes, but it came out muffled and totally unclear, compliments of
that large foam ball.
The judge began to look upon Beth with consternation. Then she took off her
bifocals and asked Beth in a firm voice, "Is there something in your
mouth?"
Beth nodded yes, her eyes remaining down cast as her hands fidgeted with
themselves behind her back. The sound of latex creaking seemed overly loud
in the room.
Sternly the judge commanded Beth to take whatever it was out of her mouth
and to answer her question post haste!
Beth glanced over to Katherine, who with a little smile on her face, nodded
her head yes. Beth then began to dig that damn nerf ball out of her vocal
canal. It never even occurred to Beth that she had looked to Katherine for
permission first even after given a direct order by a high court judge.
The judge looked on with only partial amazement. She had been a judge far
too long not to have seen the many ways a person could humiliate themselves
in front of her. This was just another one of those times.
Beth finally got the thing out and quickly hid it behind her back like a
child hiding a cookie. She coughed once, quietly, and then again, much
louder. Her mouth was dry. So she swallowed hard and said in her girlish
voice, "yes". She looked over at Katherine, who gave her a stern look with
one raised eyebrow. She then quickly repeated herself, "Yes, your Honor."
Beth remembered the value of good manners and even rubbed one of her butt
cheeks to emphasize how hard a lesson it had been.
"Well, if you have read and agreed to the contents of these papers, then I
see no reason for you not to sign them. Here is a pen young lady sign at
the bottom of each page marked with an X."
'Three papers,' Beth thought to herself. But there was only suppose to be
two. Katherine said there would only be two. One stating that she was a
full-blown lesbian and would never ever even think of having sex with a
man. Katherine said Christine demanded this, because it was just a little
added dash of revenge on her part. It also helped to negate the
prostitution charge. Caught dressed as a sex-pot while standing on a street
corner without any underwear on and caring a bag full of condoms would make
it very hard to disprove to a jury that she really wasn't a bonafide trick
turning prostitute. Thus, having her sign a document stating AS FACT that
she was a homosexual, a die-hard lesbian, would help immensely in getting
that charge dropped.
The second paper was to give Katherine power of attorney over Beth. Again,
this was part of the deal with Christine. She thought by giving Katherine
power of attorney over Beth then Katherine would be held responsible for
Beth's future actions. There would then be a good chance that this sort of
thing would never happen again.
Beth trusted Katherine completely, and agreed to this part of the deal as
well. She had no reason to doubt Katherine's intentions. Besides, as
Katherine told her, both documents would become null and void in California
anyway.
But a third? Katherine didn't tell her about a third. The judge noticed
Beth's hesitation.
"Do you have a problem in signing these documents young lady? You just
finished telling me that you have already read them and fully understood
their meaning. Why are you wasting this courts valuable time by delaying?
Sign the papers now or go back to jail, I don't have all night. Now
choose!"
Beth's face showed her fear. In no way did she want to go back to jail,
period. She took a quick look over at Katherine who gave her a
compassionate smile and nodded her head as if saying go ahead, trust me,
everything will be all right just as soon as you sign the papers. Beth face
then showed relief and she strutted up to the judge's desk, her latex
clothes making all sorts of sounds. She picked up the pen and then bent
down to sign the bottom line of all three documents.
The lady judge quickly leaned back into her chair. The view of Beth's full
ripe breasts bulging out of her very low cut pink dress was too much for
her Honor to take up close. The judge took a deep breath and sighed. She
wondered what was happening to the young people these days. To allow
oneself to be turned into a mindless freaks of depraved sexuality without a
care for their own self worth was beyond her understanding. Lucky for her
she was nearing retirement and would no longer have to deal with degenerate
people like this much longer.
Beth tried to see what the third paper was, but they where all arranged
over one another with just the bottom of the documents showing where her
name was to go. The top one was her lesbian identity affidavit and the
other two were covered by it.
Beth put the pen down and stood up again. She felt a wave of goose bumps
flow over her exposed flesh as if she had just fallen out of the frying pan
and into the fire. Her eyes were still cast down. She didn't dare look at
the judge even after she took a couple of steps back to where she
originally stood. This time she did remember to pull down her skirt when
she was again standing at attention with her hands behind her grasping her
ever present soggy nerf ball.
The judge quickly signed the documents making them official then told all
parties that the proceedings were officially over. The assistant DA was to
file the documents and everyone was free to go. She rose from her desk and
headed back into the courtroom without a single look back.
Christine rose from her chair and picked up the documents. She walked over
to Katherine and shook her hand. She commented to her on how glad she was
that a mutual agreement could be reached without Beth going to jail. She
then told Katherine that she could be reached at the DA's office whenever
she was ready for her.
Christine looked at Beth, smiled, and told her she was looking forward to
seeing her again, really soon. Then she turned and left the room.
Beth was a bit perplexed by what Christine had said to Katherine, and to
her as well. She watched intently as her hated foe left the room. If she
had anything to say about it, she would never see that bitch again as long
as she lived.
Katherine stepped in front on Beth, took hold of her face in her hands and
gave her a soft warm kiss. Beth closed her eyes and accepted the kiss from
her Mistress. And this time, she even used her own tongue to play with
Katherine's.
Katherine was the first to slowly break this mutual endearing act of love.
She gently shook Beth's head to nudge the beauty from her pleasant dreamy
state.
"Wake up sleepy head. We have a lot to do and very little time to do it in.
You are out of this mess, but we still have Paul on our heels. The Board
has released the news that I am to head the California branch. It is now
official, which means they will want me to get out there as soon as
possible. We have only a few days left to dump Paul and for you to come
with me. I have one last plan that will get rid of Paul once and for all in
the short time we have left. This is a do or die situation B. You have to
trust me like you never trusted me before. It is going to be hard for you
and that cannot be helped. But the reward for success will be more than
compensatory. I need you to follow my orders quickly and to the letter if
this is going to work. And I have all the confidence in the world that it
will work too! Are you with me on this B?"
The answer for Beth was easy, "Yes Mistress Katherine. I am yours, in mind,
body and soul." She remembered those words, the same words she almost spoke
to Tonya a few hours ago. She was very glad she was able to say them to
Katherine, her Mistress, her owner.
"Good! Now put that ball back into your mouth and follow me."
Katherine turned and left the room. Beth immediately followed her, taking
two mincing steps to her one, and trying as quickly as she could to force
that big nerf ball back in her mouth. As she followed Katherine she could
hear people giggling, laughing and making snide remarks at the pink bimbo
trying to eat a large piece of sponge. But it didn't matter to Beth, she no
longer felt humiliated at what she was, or what she was doing. Her White
Knight was there for her when she needed her most.
If Katherine didn't mind people laughing at her, then Beth didn't either.
Besides, it would all be over very soon. The Promised Land was there before
her. All she had to do was whatever Mistress Katherine said and it would
all be hers for the taking.
Again two sets of footsteps were heard walking down the hall. One, a woman
in low heels, impeccably dressed with a determined look of confidence and
drive on her face. The other, another woman, a bimbo street slut in pink.
Her gait of small mincing steps had a sexy swagger to it. She emitted a
look of confidence and eagerness as well, one that made every man who saw
her drool with sexual craving.
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Part 8 - "Katherine Does a Delilah" Coming soon
