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 12)
"The Fire--Bald, Bound and Bonded"
Beth sighed, just a little one, for the straps that bound her tightly to
the pole would tolerate nothing more. The end was near. Her humiliating
performance as kinky serving wench was over with. All that remained of this
waking nightmare was the bonding ceremony, and that too would soon be over
with. Then fate would smile upon her. Paul would be out of her life, for
good, and she would have that executive position on the west coast that she
always dreamed of. Her old life, her true identity, would be once more
hers, to do with as SHE pleased and no one else.
Her mind drifted back to the party. Right after her embarrassing spectacle
with that bitch Christine, Katherine came to her and said, "It is time B."
Beth was to leave the party, go to the great room and be prepared by Tonya
for the final act. She was glad that her duties as serving wench were at an
end, but she did not relish what was to happen next. Katherine told her
that it would be necessary, and Beth believed her. Beth also reasoned, that
in the final analysis, it was a small price to pay for such a grand future
that awaited her. So she agreed to the bonding ceremony, even though it
made her stomach turn in disgust just to think about it. Maybe it was a
good idea for her to be bound and gagged to the pole after all, considering
what was to be done to her.
When she entered the room Tonya greeted her with the usual hug and long
sensuous kiss. By now it was totally acceptable for Beth to freely accept,
and give, a French kiss to another woman without distaste.
After the intimate contact, Tonya told her to completely undress. She felt
relieved to finally shed her bizarre and distressing uniform. The
embarrassment she would soon feel from being seen completely naked before
all of the guests was a welcomed reprieve in order to alleviate the
constant ache from her too tight corset and too high leg cramping shoes.
Besides, the serving wench uniform left nothing to the imagination anyway.
So Beth removed her latex costume including the doily maid's cap from her
bald head and neatly placed them off to the side. Oh her body felt good not
being compressed at the waist like some insect or having to walk virtually
on her toes to move about. But her happiness was short lived, for she knew
what soon awaited her.
Tonya told her to stand with her back up against the wooden pole. She then
gently pulled Beth's arms behind the post and fastened them together at
wrists and elbows with a couple of leather straps, making the latter almost
touch. This position made Beth a bit anxious. For it not only pulled her
shoulders uncomfortably back and forced her spine hard against the post,
but it also caused her to thrust her beautiful, full breasts out in front
of her like twin torpedoes. Once more she was forced to flaunt her female
sexuality like a common street slut.
Next, Tonya told her to spread her legs wide. Two leather cuffs mounted on
a horizontal cross member were fastened just above Beth's ankles, keeping
her legs stretched far apart. Then Tonya used a series of straps to
encircle Beth's torso together with the post. She made a concerted effort
to pull each one extra tight through the roller buckles before fastening it
securely behind the wooden pillar. The effect was to hold Beth's body
firmly to the post without allowing her the slightest ability to twitch.
Her smooth, supple, feminine flesh seemed to bulge seductively over the
edges of those many black straps. And in one particular area, which was
again her prominent breasts, the level of erotic attraction was made even
more conspicuous, and more dramatic, when two more straps were used to run
between them in a "X" formation.
One final, long and wide, black leather strap remained. And Tonya threaded
it in the most ominous way around Beth's lower torso. The buckle end was
placed behind the post in a kind of fixed point of reference, at about the
top of her buttocks. The other end snaked around the outside of her right
hip and over her corresponding right thigh. It coiled around her leg,
between it and the post, and then back behind the post. It continued its
slithering path around the post and out the other side, from between the
post and her other inner thigh. Then it circled around her left upper leg
and back behind the post again, to be finally threaded through the roller
buckle from which it started and fastened there in.
Tonya played with this one strap for quite awhile making sure it was at the
proper level and evenly tightened through out it's entire strange figure
eight like path. The whole idea of this one strap was two fold. First, it
caused Beth's butt, hips and upper legs to be solidly bound to the pole,
allowing absolutely no movement of her bound bulging voluptuous flesh. The
second part was to help keep her tender inner thighs pulled back and away
from her shaven pussy area. Tonya was intent on displaying Beth's breasts
and pussy with the most startling clarity for all the party guests to see.
When the spider woman finished cocooning Beth to the pole, she couldn't
help but play with her captured prey like a demon cat with its defenseless
mouse. Beth was totally helpless to do anything. Oh her mouth was free to
voice an opposing opinion or two, but she was afraid to. She did not wish
to anger Tonya in anyway. Not the woman who was to perform the bonding
ritual on her. A ritual that Tonya could make even more painful than it
obviously was going to be. So Beth let Tonya have her way with her, like it
or not.
Beth continued to keep her eyes looking down. In part, because it didn't
feel right to look into Tonya's face anymore, after being trained by her.
But mostly because she dared not look into Tonya's captivating eyes. For
she knew how her current damsel in distress situation was effecting Tonya,
making her incredibly aroused. And when Tonya was in that state of
excitement, her powers of seduction were magnified ten fold. Something that
Beth experienced once before, in that jail cell, where she almost made the
worst mistake in her life when she became too receptive to the spider
woman's evil ways. Fate had saved her that time, and Beth would not temp
fate again.
Tonya was like a kid in a candy store. You could see it in her eyes. The
heightened excited state, the eagerness to try every delicious treat that
was laid helplessly before her, and the faint look of indecision as to
which luscious delicacy to try first.
She loved to play with the fullness of Beth's projecting breasts. Her light
skinned palms rubbing all over Beth's well endowed plumpness. Then grasping
and squeezing them tightly as her dark delicate fingers buried themselves
into Beth's soft, creamy, white flesh. Tonya's own famished erotic desires
were causing Beth to softly coo with delight as well.
Tonya was an artist in manipulating a woman's breasts. She used her
fingertips to lightly touch and soothingly circle the darken aureolas of
her bound quarry. And in turn, Beth felt a sensuous tickle that was spine
tingling pleasing to her trembling soul.
Tonya never saw a nipple that did not respond to her loving attention, and
Beth's were no exception. They quickly blossomed into blood engorged
sensitive hard knobs beckoning to be toyed with by Tonya's expert hand. But
this time Tonya used her full luscious lips and whip like tongue on them,
which only increased Beth's physical enjoyment, while at the same time
causing her moral inner self to cry and plea silently for her to stop.
A single tear ran down Beth's cheek when Tonya turned her well learned
powers of eroticism to Beth's pussy. The tear was formed from a combination
of demeaning shame and a ravenous need to cum. Beth felt so helpless, so
aroused and yet so confused in response to what Tonya was doing to her.
Tonya knew exactly what to do to spark the delicious animal cravings
between the legs of any woman, especially when that woman didn't want to.
And in Beth's case, her desire not to was only a token gesture at this
point.
Beth closed her eyes tightly as a long soft moan of lingering pleasure
followed Tonya's intimate massage. Tonya's manner in how her fingers
expertly cuddled Beth's pussy was making Beth purr like a petted house cat
on the lap of her affectionate Mistress.
When Tonya slipped her finger into Beth's wet pussy, Beth let out with a
surprised gasp of joy. She could not help herself. Her body wanted it,
needed it, craved for it!
Each time Tonya's finger thrust deeper into Beth's dripping pussy she let
out a pleading groan for more. And when Tonya began rubbing her thumb in
small circles around Beth's hooded nub her mouth gaped open in silence as
the simple act of breathing was temporarily put on hold.
Faster and faster Tonya's fingers worked their magic as Beth began her
orgasmic ride to ecstasy. Tonya did not let up this time. She pushed it,
she pushed Beth, more and more. Her other hand grasping and squeezing
Beth's breast like a wild woman. Her mouth, lips, and tongue devouring
Beth's other breast like a dog with a succulent soup bone.
Beth tried to catch her breath, but the straps would not let her. Her body
strained for release, but her bonds held her fast. She tried to tell Tonya
to stop, but her body's yearnings overrode her mind's censorship. Beth was
lost. She was helpless to the will of Tonya and the insatiable cravings of
the flesh. All she could do was to ride the wave to glory. And in a single
moment of eternal bliss, Beth had her orgasm.
When Tonya felt Beth's climax, she slowly stopped her erotic assault and
stepped back. Such effort took a lot out of Tonya, especially when she
enjoyed it so much herself. She took a few seconds to catch her own breath
and just stared. She looked upon Beth like a vampire after having her first
blood feeding frenzy, and at that moment, she envied Katherine's good luck.
She stepped forward to her captive and began coating her prey's panting
lips with the wetness from Beth's own orgasmic pussy.
Beth was trying to recover. She never had such an intense orgasm like that
before. Which was why she was slow in regaining her energy and awareness.
But she did feel something moist being placed upon her lips. Instinctively,
she began using her tongue to lap it up. She could sense a vague aroma and
taste that seemed very pleasing to her. She then felt something gently
being pushed into her mouth and this too had that same appealing flavor.
She accepted it and eagerly sucked and licked every bit of it that was
presented to her. It wasn't until she cleaned all of Tonya's fingers, of
her own cum juice, that she realized what she had just done. But somehow,
it didn't bother her like she thought it should.
Tonya took Beth's face in her hands and looked cheerfully upon her. Beth
continued to keep her eyes closed as she let herself relax into Tonya's
gentle caress. Tonya's fetish for bald headed women excited her so much
that she couldn't keep her hands off of Beth. And Beth was feeling just too
damn good from the aftermath of her most wonderful orgasm to really care
what Tonya did to her anymore.
Tonya gave Beth one last intimate kiss. She too liked the taste of Beth's
sweet nectar that lingered in her luscious prey's mouth. She slowly broke
the kiss and after a few quick little pecks that followed, Tonya gently
caressed the side of Beth's face and walked away. Beth was all primed and
ready now for the bonding ceremony to begin.
Beth awakened from her memories as she heard the party guests begin to
enter the room. She kept her standard submissive pose of head up and eyes
down. Again, she found it better not to look into the eyes of those she
once knew during this next extremely bizarre and humiliating event.
As the people entered and saw Beth, they were again surprised by her
restrained, prostrated, nude form. All except Christine and those two lady
cops. They positively gleamed with excitement. Beth even thought she heard
some giggling and outright laughter coming from the direction of where
those two off duty policewomen were.
She could hear Katherine and Tonya talking with the guests, more like
pacifying them as to the "why" of it all. They even directed the guests to
the table where the display was, to help relieve their fears.
Beth never knew about the display until she was totally fastened to the
pole, but from what she could see of it, it looked as if it was some sort
of shrine. It was a collection of pictures and papers associated with her
willingness to become the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine.
There were pictures of Beth getting her first make over that turned her
from a beautiful brunette into a sexy blonde.
There were pictures of her as the smiling sexy office bimbo secretary,
including when she was told to dance and pose seductively in Katherine's
office during lunch.
There were more pictures of her and Katherine at home, sensuous, erotic
ones. Ones with the two smiling and kissing one another and of them
touching one another, and playing sexually with one another.
There were pictures of Beth in all sorts of fetish clothes and bondage.
These pictures always showed her in a kind of willing submissive pose to
Katherine's dominating persona. Like the one with Katherine sitting in a
chair reading a magazine and Beth kneeling along side of her, dressed in
pink rubber, and bound and gagged with leather. It showed her with the side
of her cheek resting on Katherine's leg and Katherine's hand petting her
head like a loving pet.
There were more pictures dealing with Beth's kinky desire for the bizarre.
Pictures of Beth getting her head shaved. With her posing seductively in
her new Mohawk and playing with her pussy and breasts. And then the
completely bald headed Beth in a warm heartfelt hug and kiss with
Katherine. She looked so tremendously thankful in that one. Even with the
complete loss of her feminine pride and joy.
Along with those pictures Beth could see some papers blatantly exhibited
for anyone who cared to read them. She surmised that two of them were the
legal documents that she was forced to sign attesting to her lesbianism and
giving Katherine power of attorney. The third, and now fourth, document
were still a mystery to her.
The purpose of the display was obvious. It was there to help even the most
skeptical of the guests to come and believe that Beth was, and still is, a
willing participant in her downward spiral to becoming a mere sex object,
an owned slave of Ms. Katherine Sloan. A display that was primarily for the
obstinate and heretic Paul, the unbeliever, who was so thoroughly confused
by now that the bonding ritual would no doubt push him over the edge and
allow Beth her dreamed destiny.
Katherine walked up beside Beth and whispered in her ear, "This is the
final part of the plan B. After this, Paul will be nothing more than a bad
memory and you will be able to become the woman of your dreams. Are you
ready Beth?"
Beth swallowed hard and whispered back to Katherine, "Yes Mistress, B
thinks so. B is so very scared, but B is determined to see this through."
Beth forced a smile, quickly looking up and into the eyes of her mentor and
friend, and said, "Thank you, so very, VERY much for being there for me
Katherine." And a little tear formed at the corner of her eye.
Katherine smiled back, wiped the single tear away and affectionately
stroked her bald head. She kissed Beth on the cheek and in a hushed voice
said, "Ok my lesbian bimbo slave girl, lets get on with the show."
Katherine nodded to Tonya who then directed the guests to where Beth was
bound like a sacrificial lamb.
Once the guests were crowded into position Tonya began her presentation.
"Guests, we are gathered here this evening to witness the ceremonial
bonding of Mistress Katherine Sloan to her slave girl B."
Tonya's sermon was patterned after the standard wedding ceremony that
united a man and women in holy matrimony. Only in this case, it was geared
for two lesbians who also lived as Mistress and slave.
Beth was impressed by the heartfelt liturgy of Tonya. It reflected a warm,
caring and endearing love between two people who just happened to be female
and who just happened to be into a Dominant and submissive lifestyle. As
Tonya continued to speak, Beth thought she heard a female guest sniffle.
How strange she thought, but then again, this entire state of affairs was
totally off the wall to begin with. Then she heard her cue and got ready.
Tonya looked at Beth and asked her, "Do you B take Mistress Katherine as
your eternal soulmate, to love, to cherish, to submit yourself completely
to, to obey without question in all that she may command, and to be the
willing slave of hers for as long as you both may live?"
Beth took a moment as the words of Tonya sank deep into her psyche, to mix
with her own mantra that was continuing to echo in the back of her mind.
She then took a restrained deep breath and said in a clear audible voice,
"B does Mistress Tonya."
Tonya again asked Beth, "Do you B willingly consent and partake in this
ritual bonding ceremony as a symbolic expression of your love and devotion
to your owner, Mistress Katherine?"
Beth flexed her firmly bound body in reaction to what saying yes to that
implied. But again, she somehow found the strength to say, "B does Mistress
Tonya."
"Will Mistress Katherine finish preparing her slave so the bonding ceremony
may continue."
Katherine nodded her head in confirmation as Tonya walked off to the side
to acquire her needed equipment.
Katherine stepped behind Beth and proceeded to wrap a wide leather strap
around Beth's forehead and the post. She snugged the leather up and buckled
it in place. Beth's bald head was now fixed firmly to the post just like
the rest of her inert body was.
Next, Katherine stood in front of Beth holding a much larger nerf ball than
Beth was accustomed to. Katherine held it up to Beth's lips and whispered
ever so softly to her, "Be strong, be brave, be courageous, my dear sweet
Beth."
Katherine was letting Beth know that she was pulling for her. That it will
all soon be over with. Just one last act of unconscionable depravity and
life, her life, will be completely different from then on.
Beth absentmindedly wet her quivering lips with her tongue. Even though
that nerf ball was nothing more than a sponge, it never-the-less was a BIG
sponge. She was a bit hesitant in opening her mouth, but when the softness
of the sponge touched her lips, she did her best to open her mouth as wide
as humanly possible. She was ready to receive every last bit of that
damnable ball, which she had come to hate with a passion. Thank goodness
this would be the last time she would ever have that damn thing in her
mouth again.
Katherine was gentle in pushing the sponge gag into her willing slave's
mouth. She methodically kept pushing the top of the ball back into the
upper part of Beth's mouth, almost trying to slowly roll that ball deeply
into the limited space available to it. It didn't take long for it to
completely fill Beth's mouth to capacity, but half of it was still on the
outside. That's when Katherine had to become more determined in getting the
rest of it in.
She began to push the sides of the spongy ball into each of the fleshy
cheek areas, forcing it behind the tender corners of Beth's distressed
stretched lips. She even went back to forcing the center of the ball back
hard into the mouth until Beth began to close her eyes tightly from the
pressure and pain of having her jaws stretched so abnormally wide.
At long last, Katherine stopped her aggressive packing. But again, there
was still a noticeable bulge sticking out of Beth's ballooned out orifice.
Katherine stepped behind Beth and picked up a narrow leather strap. She
brought the strap around in front of Beth and carefully placed it's middle
across the center of the bulging ball. She maintained a firm connection
between the strap and ball while she pulled the leather ends along the side
of Beth's head and then behind the post, to which, she thread the free end
through it's corresponding mated roller buckle.
Katherine continued to pull the free end through the buckle as the strap
grew tighter and tighter in place. Soon the strap had forced whatever
remained on the outside of Beth's mouth, inside, and disappeared completely
from view by the foam that formed around when it was inside Beth's mouth.
That's when Katherine ceased pulling and fasten the strap in place.
The expression on Beth's face seemed to be frozen in time. She did not
blink an eye, wrinkle a brow or twitch a single muscle in her entire
appearance. All she did was to stare out in space, motionless, with only
her eyes slowly becoming more and more misty. And any sound of misery, or
pleading words of mercy, was now dampened down to a barely audible moan or
whine. The sponge that stretched Beth's mouth and lips almost beyond human
endurance was also a very effective silencer too.
The sound of Tonya rolling out a cart caused Beth to break her inanimate
repose. But before she could focus on the shiny metal instruments that were
upon it, a soft black silky cloth covered her eyes. Katherine had finished
Beth's preparation with a blindfold around her head.
Beth was now ready. If she had any second thoughts, it was too late. She
could no longer voice her concerns, because her mouth exploding gag
prevented it. She could not physically get away, because she was strapped
tightly to the heavy wooden post. Nor could she beseech others to intervene
on her behalf with her tormented and pleading eyes, because they too were
hidden in darkness. All that was left to her was her hearing and sense of
touch, and they only added to her anxiety, as foretellers of what was yet
to come.
The first thing Beth sensed was how quiet it was. Not a single voice nor a
faint whisper or nervous twitch could she hear from anyone. Then she heard
the sound of metal, as if instruments were being picked up and put back
down again by Tonya. She jumped and squealed from the surprise coldness of
the wet substance that was being brushed around her left nipple area. But
the guests only saw a minor twitch and hardly heard a faded groan from the
lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine's.
Beth's nose quickly picked up on the scent of alcohol, a disinfectant, and
it's coolness seemed to get even colder as it quickly dried on her hard
nipple and soft pale skin. She felt something grasp the tip of her nipple
and then pull it forward. It was a bit hurtful at first, but then she felt
a much stronger, sharper pain that made her scream and contort in
excruciating agony. And this too, this livid instinctive response, was
greatly smothered down into meager insignificance by her bound and gagged
state.
The guests, on the other hand, made noticeable distressing sounds and
movements as they continued to watch on in horror as Tonya slowly skewered
Beth's nipple with a long, shiny needle.
More was done to her nipple, but Beth was too focused on the pain to be
even vaguely aware of an opened metal ring being threaded through her
recently pierced erect nub. However, she was aware when the pain began to
fade away after some sort of salve was applied and worked into the filled
hole.
As the pain slowly turned into discomfort, Beth again felt the cold alcohol
being swabbed around her right nipple this time. That's when she couldn't
take it any more. She had reached her limit and she wanted it to end NOW!
She tried to yell out, to plea and beg Tonya to stop! But again, nothing of
any significance was heard due to her gag. In fact, what the guests did
hear was something that was more akin to pleasure than pain. As if Beth
were trying to show everyone just how much of a masochist she really was.
Again, Beth felt the pinch, the pull and the sharp pain of a needle being
forced through her other hard sensitive nipple. A few more tugs, more
salve, and viola! Both nipples had matching open rings hanging down from
them.
At this point, Beth was so grateful it was over with and that the pain was
beginning to dissipate into something more manageable that she quickly fell
into a fatigued calmness.
'At last, it is done,' she thought to herself. The hardest, and most
painful, part of this ritual was over. Beth began to reflect in her darken
solitude on how truly necessary it was for her to be bound and gagged like
she was. Otherwise, she would never have gone through with it a second
time, the pain was just too . . .
Beth became instantly aware of a cold wetness being applied along the side
of both of her pussy lips.
'What was going on,' she questioned to herself. Why was Tonya disinfecting
her labia lips? Surely she wasn't going to . . .
"AHHHH," came the muffled cry as Tonya pierced and ringed her left labia
lip.
Beth instantly began to yell, scream and fought with all her might. But any
outward sign was totally ignored by the mouth gaping, bug eyed, staring
guests who watched on in total disbelief.
This was not right! Katherine told her only her nipples would be pierced
and ringed not her pussy too. What was going on here? Does Katherine know
about this? Is Tonya doing this on her own? Why is she doing this to her?
This is not supposed . . .
"AHHHHHHH!!!"
Again, Beth's instinctive painful recoil went unnoticed as her right pussy
lip was pierced and opened ringed along side it's mate.
Beth was unceremoniously appraised that her blindfold had been removed when
the room light struck her right in the eyes. This hurting light was soon
blocked out when Katherine stepped in front of her. And as Katherine began
to wipe Beth's cheeks from her tears, Beth raised her eyes up and looked at
Katherine with a deeply hurtful gaze as if asking the question "why?"
Katherine gently kissed her on her bloated cheek and whispered, "It's all
over Beth. Your ordeal is now at an end. I will tell you more later, the
"why" of it all. Just be brave my dearest. It's all down hill for you from
now on." She then kissed Beth again on her bald head and stepped to the
side waiting for Tonya to continue the ceremonial rite.
Beth tried not to cry anymore, to stay into character, and more so not to
choke from being gagged so harshly. She just cast her eyes down like a good
little pierced slave girl, playing her part to the bitter end. What else
could she do?
Tonya directed her words to Katherine now.
"Do you Katherine Sloan pledge to take Beth Jenson as your eternal soul
mate. To love and cherish her as long as you both shall live?"
Katherine replied, "I do, and I symbolically express this pledge by the
closing of my soul mate's nipple rings."
A clear distinct click was heard as each of the opened metal rings were now
locked closed around Beth's throbbing nipples.
"And do you, Mistress Katherine, promise to dominate, to humble, and to
use in whatever capacity that you choose for your slave B, for as long as
you both shall live?"
"I do, and I symbolically express that promise by the closing of my slave's
labia rings."
Two more clear, distinct clicks were heard as Mistress Katherine closed the
open rings locking them in Beth's tender pierced pussy.
"I now pronounce you, Mistress and slave."
Then Tonya raised her drink in a toast.
"To the new couple, much happiness, love, and long life!"
The rest of the guests slowly raised their glasses in kind and wished the
bizarre couple all the very best as well.
A short time later Katherine stood in front of Beth and began shaking hands
and hugging bodies. All the invited guests wanted to personally
congratulate Katherine, and to a lesser degree her new slave girl, on her
new joyful life's path.
Beth just remained as she was, bound, gagged and now ringed in passive
silence. No one came up to her to wish her good luck. It was as if all of a
sudden she became nothing more than a piece of furniture, as Katherine
became the couples designated recipient of all the kudos and best wishes.
Beth saw from her peripheral vision, that before the guest's left they were
ushered by Tonya to the shrine and asked to sign a piece of paper, the
fourth document, as if it was a guest book or something. It wasn't long
before only a few people remained. Patricia, her bestest friend in the
world, had already left after signing the paper. Beth watched her leave in
a solemn mood wiping tears from her face. She pledged herself to contact
her dearest friend as soon as possible and tell her why she had to go
through with such an outrageous thing like this.
Beth's remorseful mood changed quickly when she caught site of the two lady
cops as they signed the paper, all happy and giggling. Many times during
the signing would they look at her, point and make some humorous comment
that Beth could not hear, thank goodness. They left the room in a jovial
mood as they continued their comedy routine right out the door. Beth was
glad to see them go, another obstacle was now behind her.
All of a sudden she saw a pair of familiar women shoes at her feet. That
bitch Christine was back to taunt her one last time. Beth kept her eyes
looking down. There was nothing Christine could do or say now that would
take her out of her role. It was all down hill for her just like Katherine
said.
"My goodness slave, you keep on surprising me. The first time when you were
that blonde bimbo street whore. The second, when you were that sexually
frustrated exhibitionist of a serving wench. And now, as a . . . mercy me,
I don't even know how to describe you now. Perhaps that phrase you used to
describe yourself is quite apropos after all. You're the lesbian bimbo
slave girl of Mistress Katherine.
Pity though, I am so sad to see the Beth that I once knew and hated so no
longer exists in you. I had so many ideas to humiliate you with, to degrade
you with, until you cried and begged for my forgiveness. But now, all I see
is a bizarre object of depraved sexuality. It is such a . . . hmmmmm, I
wonder? It is worth a chance."
Christine came up closer to Beth until Beth could smell the alcohol on her
breath. Then Christine began to talk in a low hushed voice.
"Slave B, did you know that it was all Katherine's idea for you to sign
those three documents before the judge? I had nothing to do with it. I was
all ready to let you go free after spanking that fat ass of yours. It was
all Katherine's idea to force you to sign those papers, not mine. Did you
know that, Beth?"
Beth immediately looked up and into the eyes of her nemesis. She was lying!
Katherine would never do that to her. She would never lie to her. She
trusted Katherine, explicitly! Next to Patricia, Katherine was the dearest
and most loyal friend in the whole world to her. That bitch Christine had
to be lying. Just at that point Beth caught herself angrily staring up at
Christine and instantly shifted her gaze back down.
"Ah haaa! I saw it in your eyes, Beth. You're still in there after all.
Maybe not completely, but you are certainly not the soulless fuck toy you
made yourself out to be. There might even be enough of you left for me to
wreak my vengeance on after all. Not now of course, only later. Yes, much
later. In California perhaps? Where I can visit for the weekend and babysit
you while Katherine is away. Yes, that does sound rather nice. All that
lovely California sunshine. You, me, and a sadistic itch I need so
desperately to scratch. Mmmmm, the thought of it makes my mouth water."
Christine brought her head real close to Beth's and kissed her on the nose.
"Thank you my dearest friend Beth. You have made me a very happy woman
after all. And you will make me even happier once I put a whip to your
hateful ass. But that will come in time, once you and Katherine have
settled down together in California. Then I will visit you and we will
play. We will have a lot of fun together Beth. I promise you! But for now,
good-bye my dear friend. And best wishes on your new lifestyle."
Christine kissed Beth on her nose again and then whispered to her in a most
unsettling voice, "Until we meet again Beth, I'll be thinking of you,
constantly!"
Christine smiled and walked away, giggling. She went over to the supposed
"guest book" and signed her name like all the rest. She turned and proceed
to exit the room when suddenly she stopped. She looked over at Beth for one
last time, her evil smile dominating her whole face, and then she blew Beth
a kiss. After that, she simply walked out of the room, laughing, in a very
maniacal way.
Beth thought to herself, 'What a lying piece of crap that Christine is!
Katherine would never do that to me. And if that bitch ever does come out
to California for her revenge, it will be HER, not me, who will be on the
painful end of that whip! I'll have her wishing that she never should have
come out there. And that, I promise!'
While Beth was in the throes of creative revengeful contemplation, a pair
of men's shoes was next to walk up into her field of vision. It was Paul!
This was it! Beth had to play the docile ringed slave girl for all she was
worth now. No more mistakes like she did with Christine. She had to follow
Tonya's teachings to the letter. She had to remain calm and above all, keep
looking down! Then she heard Paul's voice.
"I . . . I am sorry Beth, I mean, slave B. Here I thought that the two of
you were just pretending, in order to get rid of me. But now I can see the
truth. I see you, not as Beth, but as . . . oh it makes me so sad and sick
to look at you like this. What you have done to yourself? What have you
turned yourself into? I could never . . . I mean, you're no longer the girl
I wanted to marry, to bear my children and spend the rest of my life with.
You've changed so much! You're no longer the woman I loved. I don't even
know who you are any more, so how could I ever love a woman, a . . . thing,
like you. I promise I will never bother you again. I can see it now. How
you really don't love me. How you really don't want me to be in your life
any more, ever. So, good luck to you, slave B. I hope the two of your are
very happy together."
That was it! The plan worked! After all she'd been through. After all she
had to put up with. The humiliation, the pretend lesbian sex acts, the
bondage, the scalping of her beautiful hair, the degrading pictures, the
legal documents identifying her as something that she was not. It had all
paid off. Paul was out of her life, forever! It had worked!
Beth was so happy that she wanted to shout and jump for joy! She was also
happy for being so intensely bound and gagged else her enthusiasm would
have given her away.
Her future in California was now a reality. Life was good! Life was
beautiful! Life, HER life, was all hers once more.
Then Katherine walked up beside Paul. Beth soon heard the clear prideful
voice of her pretend Mistress, and very dear friend.
"Well Paul, do you believe us now? Can you see that Beth is no longer the
girl you thought she was? That she belongs to me, and only to me. That she
is MY lover, MY property, and MY slave! Can you bring yourself to believe
it now Paul?"
Again, Beth waited on pins and needles for the final chop of the axe to
be heard. To reaffirm what she just heard from Paul himself. To make it
more real for her, literally a dream come true, and not just something that
her anxious mind and exhausted body wanted her to hear.
"I would never have believed it, if I didn't see it for myself. To watch it
happen every step of the way. How you turned a vibrant, intelligent, and
independent woman like Beth into your very own lesbian bimbo slave girl was
quite an experience for me, Aunt Katherine."
"Now don't be so modest nephew. I could never have done it without you."
Katherine then hugged her sweet relative and kissed him on the cheek. The
two actually beaming with grand smiles from the happy state of accomplished
bliss that they were in.
Beth was confused. Did she hear right? "Aunt Katherine" and "nephew" Paul?
How could this be? How could they be related? How could they be so happy,
with themselves, with each other? What about the plan? It was supposed to
get rid of Paul, her nephew? No, no, no, this has got to be a joke! But how
could Paul be in on the joke too? Unless . . . Oh no. Oh please NO! It
can't be! Please, let it be a dream, a horrible, terrible nightmare of a
dream, PLEASE!!
Beth slowly looked up, and at the sight of Katherine and Paul hugging and
smiling at each other, at her. Beth was beginning to believe it was true.
All so deviously true, as her eyes began to tear up with devastated horror
and sorrow.
"Ok nephew, enough of these congratulatory acknowledgments. It is time for
you to go and leave me with my brand new slave girl. I need to explain a
few things to her and you need to get on with your life. Here is an
envelope, in compensation for your part in the plan. Now give your Aunt a
nice kiss on the cheek and go."
And Paul did just that. He thanked his Aunt generously for the gift and
began to walk away.
"Oh nephew, don't forget to sign the paper stating you were a witness to
the bonding ceremony and Beth's total willingness in becoming my slave girl
like everyone else."
Beth looked on in bugged eyed shock as Katherine's nephew looked back and
waved in confirmation. A few minutes later he too was gone, just like the
rest.
A moment later Tonya walked up beside Katherine. She put her arms around
her and gave her a long sensuous kiss. Beth closed her eyes in disbelief.
It was all so obvious to her now. That Tonya was in league with Katherine
just as much as Paul had been. Was there no end to this conspiracy of
betrayal!
"So, does she know yet my love", Tonya causally asked Katherine while
smiling and looking at Beth like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.
"She knows, but not everything. Why don't you go to bed and I'll be in as
soon as I tell her the whole story."
"Ok, but don't be too long. I am looking forward to making love to my best
girl friend." With that Tonya gave Katherine one quick kiss and a nice
little squeeze on her butt before leaving.
But before the spider woman could completely walk away, Katherine
immediately grabbed her arm and pulled her assertively back, their bodies
actually bumping into one another. Katherine quickly reached up and took
Tonya's face in her hands and kissed her, aggressively and passionately.
She then jerked Tonya's head back and then told her, "Now go, and put on
something pretty in white lingerie. You know how I like contrast in my sex
life, my tasty ebony treat."
Katherine smiled at Tonya, twirled her around and pushed her on her way.
Tonya moved as if she were walking on clouds. And just before she was out
of sight, she turned and said to Beth, "Pleasant dreams, sweet thing." Then
she disappeared into Katherine's bedroom.
Beth was amazed to see so much sexual domineering assertiveness in
Katherine, especially when it was directed at Tonya. From her long ordeal,
Beth came to see how Tonya and Katherine were similar in many ways. But
even in that, she always thought that Tonya was the more authoritative
since she was so much more into the dominance and submission genera. But
obviously she was wrong on that point too. Beth was rapidly finding out how
wrong she was about so many things. Katherine was definitely the more
dominant one, the more powerful and the more controlling of the two, which
only added to her growing fear and sorrow.
Katherine stepped up to Beth. She began touching her lightly with her
fingers. Soon, her touch turned into long tender caresses. Her delicate
fingers and soft palms exploring Beth's tightly bound flesh with a strange
inquisitive eroticism that caused goose bumps to form on Beth's flesh.
Beth wanted nothing to do with this traitorous lying bitch. She tried to
move away, but all that caused was for the straps to creak. It wasn't long
before Katherine began to enlighten Beth about her now, unique, situation.
"I dare say that you believe I owe you an explanation, don't you, PET!
However, you being my slave and I your owner, your dominant Mistress now, I
really owe you nothing. But, I will tell you the why of it all, not because
of some sentimentality or weakness on my part for your current poor,
frightened and confused condition. I am not that kind of a woman, or
Mistress, as you will come to find out. I am going to tell you because it
will enlighten you as to how utterly hopeless it is for you now. It will go
far better for you if you accept your destiny as MY property, MY very own
lesbian bimbo sex slave if you will, than try to fight it, or me."
Katherine made her point by glaring into Beth's eyes while pulling on one
of her still throbbing nipple rings while accenting the word "MY".
Beth closed her eyes tightly as faint moans of pain escaped from her
harshly packed mouth. She soon felt Katherine release her nipple ring and
then began gently stroking her prominent breasts while continuing with her
story.
"It all started the first day you came into my office as my business
assistant and apprentice. When I laid my eyes on you I knew right then and
there that I had to have you. Oh yes, I lied about not being a lesbian.
Although, to be politically correct, I am a bisexual. But I much prefer
woman to men. Beautiful, young, sexy woman that I can possess and bend to
my iron will. Just like you pet."
Katherine's hands began flowing down along Beth's torso, around her hips
and ass, and then to her pussy.
Beth was far too saturated with fear, despair and anger, plus trying to
follow what Katherine was saying, to give any notice to what Katherine was
doing to her body.
"I could have used the direct approach and told you that I found you very
attractive and wanted to make love to you, but really pet, I'm not stupid.
I knew there were far too many hurdles to transverse in order to go that
route. The main one being that you are not a lesbian. The others, all be it
of a much lesser degree, like the age difference and the fact that I am as
aggressive, controlling, and passionate in my sex life as I am in my
business life would no doubt be more stumbling blocks to establishing such
a relationship. And with you being a similar demanding no nonsense woman
that I perceived you to be, I knew you would not entertain the thought of
becoming my submissive sex toy just in the bedroom either.
So, I had to devise a way, a PLAN as you came to know it. Well, only part
of it that is. The first part of the plan was for you to find it necessary
to run away from someone. The second part of it was for you to run towards
someone, namely me.
That's where my dear sweet nephew Paul comes in. I set up a deal with him
to date you and then become one of those psycho, infatuated, won't take NO
for an answer kind of guys that scares the living hell out women. And I
must admit, he did an excellent job of it too. He is going to find a little
note, and a bonus, in his envelope thanking him for being such a
charismatic actor in playing his part of the plan so passionately.
I was so tickled pink, the way you came to me all flustered and in tears
because you were at your wits end in trying to get rid of my nephew. And
when I kissed you that first time, my GOD, it took all my self-control not
to take you all the way that very moment.
That kiss was the first positive incentive and real confirmation that I
definitely wanted you. It motivated me completely to go full steam ahead
with my desire to posses you.
At that point, the plan was as I described it to you back then. First, to
make you appear to be my lesbian lover so Paul would leave you alone. When
that failed, as I planned it would, you were to become my lesbian BIMBO
lover. And we both know where that lead to, with you finally becoming the
lesbian bimbo slave girl to my Mistress Katherine persona. You will never
know how incredibly sexually turned on I became through out this entire
project.
I could barely control myself. Watching you, seducing you, molding you
each step of the way into the present sex slave that you are today. Many
times a day, when I was alone, I found myself masturbating after I did
something to humiliate you, degrade you, transformed you into my kinky
lesbian sex puppet. And each time that you tried to rebel and I talked you
out of it, It made me even more aroused and motivated to make you mine
forever.
Oh pet, you were such a tender delicious morsel back then, and many a time
I simply wanted to just gobble you up right there on the spot. But I wanted
you for all time, and not for just one horny craving moment. So I remained
true to the plan, knowing that in the end you would be mine forever."
Beth could not believe her ears. Katherine was mad! Totally, stark raving
mad! She had once thought that Tonya was the insane one and Katherine her
savior, mentor and friend. But once again, she found herself in error. It
was Katherine all along who was the devil incarnate. Tonya was just her
demon disciple. And here she was, alone, frightened and held captive in the
lair of a lunatic. A psychotic of the N'th degree that wanted her as a sex
slave. A living, breathing object for her own personal use, without her
consent! Katherine was mad all right, but Beth was completely helpless to
do anything about it.
"I was so amazed at how easy it was to keep you under my thumb pet. Each
time you wanted to call it quits, I was able to talk you out of it. I guess
I owe it all to my extraordinary managerial skills. The tools of my trade
if you will. And the one I concentrated on the most was the carrot and
stick approach.
I dangled the carrot of a wonderful executive position in California if you
stayed true to your role while using the stick of losing everything that
you had worked so hard for and having to deal with Paul for the rest of
your life if you didn't. It worked out so well that I began to wonder if
you might be acclimatizing to your role too easily. As if you perhaps
enjoyed it. That's when I decided to add a few more obstructions, besides
Paul, just to see if there might be a part of you that actually wanted to
be dominated.
I presented the idea to have your long brunette hair, your feminine pride
and joy, the most precious part of a woman's unique identity, to be cut
short and dyed blonde, and you complied. I admit, you were a bit reluctant,
but you still went through with it.
Then I pushed the envelope and had you appear in public half naked and
without underwear. There you willingly followed my orders with little
resistance just like a good little slave girl should.
I set up all the conditions for you to be arrested by those two lady cops,
who by the way I paid handsomely, and to be taken to the jail house. I even
provided that special breakable and inflatable gag and those ill
functioning cuffs as well.
Having you experience Tonya, and her bizarre play toy, in that jail cell
was not a random event either. Tonya told me how you reacted to her rather
unusual seductive powers. She is one amazing woman that Tonya, and very
tasty I might add."
The knot that was forming in Beth's belly was getting bigger and tighter
with each unbelievable revealed deception that Katherine told her.
"Christine's presence was a wild card and a total surprise for me. I was
the one who was suppose to deal with those lady cops myself in getting you
freed. Nothing outlandish you understand, just more threats of a possible
police record if they caught you there on the corner again. I of course
would promise the officers to watch you more closely and see to it that
nothing liked that ever happened again. But, it didn't work out quite that
way.
When I over heard the two of you talking in that interrogation room I
thought it was all over with. I must say though, Christine did have it in
for you pet. And all I could do was play it by ear and hope my years of
thinking on my feet in the business world would pay off. And it certainly
did! Several times I wanted to either burst out laughing or take you right
there in the room with Christine watching. But again, I stayed true to the
plan.
Oh, in case you didn't know, it was I who came up with the idea of those
three documents and having you sign them in front of a real judge, not
Christine. She was all ready to let you go after she spanked your butt to
no end. But I saw another opportunity to tighten my grip around you and
went for it. The outcome was nothing short of outstanding! Maybe you were
destined by fate to be mine after all pet."
Katherine began stroking Beth's bald head with her finger tips and then
kissed her lightly on her nose.
Beth was once again thrown for a loop. Christine was right after all. It
wasn't her college nemesis, it was her mentor, savior and dear friend who
had sold her down the proverbial river.
Beth closed her eyes and tears ran down her cheeks. She had faithfully
played the loyal devoted friend to Katherine, and was bitterly betrayed as
a result. How could she have been such a blind fool in hindsight. She was
only now beginning to see how badly off she really was.
"Ohh, don't cry pet," Katherine said with a mock compassion as she wiped
away Beth's tears with a soft frilly handkerchief.
"You know you want this."
Beth opened her eyes wide and glared at Katherine as if to proclaim in
open rebellion, 'I most certainly do NOT, you crazy fucked up bitch!'
Katherine read the look that Beth shot at her.
"Oh? So you continue to deny it then. Well, what about when I suggested
that I cut all your hair off, or have your nipples and pussy lips pierced?
Oh excuse me. I mean just your nipples pierced. Again, I lied about that
too, but I knew you wouldn't mind."
Katherine smiled and giggled to herself after that last comment. She knew
Beth would have balked at the suggestion of having both her nipples and
pussy lips pierced. So instead of telling Beth, and getting her consent,
she just took advantage of the situation for her own gain.
"Oh yes, MY PET. There is a part of you that wants to be dominated, whether
you want to admit it or not. But it is kind of strange though. If you never
met me, you would have probably become a very successful businesswoman. You
would have married a nice successful man, have a couple of kids, and, in
all honesty, have a very comfortable and rewarding vanilla life. But you
did meet me, and your destiny has been changed because of it.
Even if the plan was as I presented it to you with Paul leaving you and you
coming to California as my right hand executive, I doubt you would be able
to live a vanilla life from then on. Having gone through all those
D/s situations has released something deep inside of you. Once you were in
California you would feel an aching desire, a virtual need, to experience
them again, and again, and again.
You probably would end up having a lesbian affair, or two, or marrying some
guy who would dominate you in the privacy of your home, or perhaps both.
You would have ended up living a double life. By day, an aggressive,
competent and successful executive. And by night, someone's submissive
fetish sex toy. It would not be easy for you, but you would find it a very
satisfying lifestyle. That is if you could pull it off."
Hearing those words Beth felt a twinge of truth run through her soul. But
her head overruled her feelings and once more she focused her anger on
Katherine and her fear of what her future was to be.
"But there is no executive position for you in California, MY PET! Oh you
will be coming to the West coast with me for sure. And I will have a new
position for you there as well. But it will not be in business. It will be
in the privacy of my very own home. I bought a remote estate not too far
from the corporate office. You will remain there and continue to be my
lesbian bimbo slave girl. You will do all the domestic duties of a maid,
plus be my very own sex doll and intimate lover.
Oh yes pet. You will give me oral pleasure for my sweet tender pussy. Up
till now, that part of your training has been sadly lacking. I didn't want
to risk losing you by pushing you into doing that. But now that your
situation has changed, I am going to enjoy making a first class pussy
licker out of you. I know, I know. You will fight me tooth and nail all the
way. But sooner or later you will come to heel like all well trained house
pets do. You will accept your fate as my slave just like Cynthia accepted
hers as Tonya's Thing.
Now don't you worry pet. I will not transform you into such a surreal
object as Tonya did to Cynthia. But there will be some cosmetic changes
that you will have to accept. Those you will find out when the time comes,
in the not too distant future that is.
However, I will say this. The person that you were, the unique young woman
who once called herself Beth Jenson, will no longer be a viable entity. In
fact, as of this moment, Beth Jenson is no more. I am aware that you know
otherwise, but that is changing even as I speak. The power of attorney that
you signed over to me allowed me to liquidate all your possessions.
Everything you had in storage has now either been sold off or given away.
You own nothing, not even your most precious heartfelt mementos. They are
all gone.
Even all those people who once knew you as Beth Jenson, your dearest
friends, your worst enemies, all your work cohorts, vendors and bosses have
bared witnessed to your change in identity. They have even signed an
affidavit to this fact. Just one of several legal documents that you also
signed in declaring yourself as a die-hard lesbian to the world.
And the final coup d'etat was that mysterious third paper you signed,
without reading it, before the judge. That third document was for a name
change my sweet. Even legally you are no longer Beth Jenson. Your new name
will fit your new personality, your new look, and your new identity to a
tee. From this moment on Beth Jenson ceases to be. But today, a new slave
girl is born, and her name is Candi.
So sweet to the taste as a peppermint candy stick. So pretty in pink like a
cotton candy treat. And as dumb, but satisfying, as a piece of delicious
long lasting hard rock candy. That will be you my pet, my slave, my Candi.
And I will do everything in my power to see to it that you stay that way
too, forever and ever."
Katherine picked up the black silk cloth and used it again as a blindfold
around Beth's, now Candi's, terror stricken eyes.
"It is late now Candi and we have a big day tomorrow. Tomorrow is moving
day and we must get you ready for our trip to California."
Katherine kissed Beth on her nose, said goodnight and walked to her bedroom
where a frilly dressed Tonya waited eagerly for a night of hot burning
love.
Beth was beyond shock. In her dark, numbing bound, speechless state she
thought that it might be a dream. A vivid gruesome nightmare that she only
needed to wake up from like she seen in the movies. But the persistent pain
in her nipples and pussy lips were telling her otherwise.
Her feelings were running rampant. One minute, she was full of self-pity.
The next, of mind numbing horror at the thought of what Katherine planned
on doing to her. And finally, with anger as it gushed out in waves from her
rigidly bound body at how Katherine betrayed her most precious gift to her,
her trust.
She fought the straps and gag with all her might trying desperately to
escape. But all they did were to creak in place. Time and time again her
anger fueled the energy she needed to fight the straps. But with each
corresponding failure, she fell into a deeper state of misery. She was
about to try again when all of a sudden she felt something soft and wet on
her pussy lips.
It startled her at first, but then it began to feel good. Her mind searched
for understanding while her body was bathed in the erotic pleasure of being
fondled down there.
'What is going on? And who is doing this?' She thought to herself. And when
she realized the "what", she immediately knew the "who". The "what" was a
tongue that was bathing her pussy in warm sensuous pleasure. A tongue that
was articulate, experienced and could reach all the way up inside of her,
far enough to tickle her very cervix. It was THING!
Her mind wanted to turn away from this, to push Thing away from her. She
was not a lesbian. She had no sexual interest in women, or to be pleased by
another woman either. But her bound and excited body would not allow her
mind to dominate or control her response. The more Thing's tongue danced
around her salivating pussy, the more Beth accepted and allowed herself to
experience the pleasure of Thing's talented tongue on her aching craving
love nest.
It wasn't long before Beth was riding her first intense orgasm as Candi,
the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine. The first of many for
that night, courtesy of Thing and Candi's new owner, Mistress Katherine.
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Part 13 - "Packaged for Perdition"
