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 and into the Fire"

                                by Musker

                       Inspired by and dedicated to
                            a very special Muse.

                                (part 6)


"This could be you."

Those words ripped through Beth's soul like finger nails dragging across a
chalk board. Shivers, goosebumps, and blood curdling fear flooded her body
and spirit as she sat silently on the jail cell cot, still wrapped in the
spider woman's embrace, still staring at the surreal aberration kneeling
before her, and still unaware of Tonya's fondling of her fully exposed
breasts.

"Look at her B" Tonya's head slid next to Beth's, her lips less than a inch
away from her ear as she began her enthusiastic tale of "thing".

"Isn't she magnificent! You will never find the likes of her anywhere on
the face of the earth. Oh, you might find similarities between her and
other cultures. People of far off lands with manners of living and beauty
that are significantly different from our own, civilized one. But you will
never find any "thing" like what you see kneeing before you right now.
Never!

"Thing is totally unique. Literally a one of a kind if you will, and it
took a tremendous amount of time, money and energy to get her to look just
the way I wanted. She is a true labor of love B. A love that originated
from deceit, anger and obsession. From her, and from me I might add. But
now, I would find it very hard to live my life without my dear thing. She
brings to me so much joy, happiness and love. And I know thing feels the
same way about me. Don't you thing?"

Beth watched in horror as thing, the human oddity, discretely move in
confirmation. An unsettling sound of metal clinking against itself seconded
the motion.

"Look at her skin B. Look how black, smooth and flawless it is. I am of
African descent and her color is still several shades darker than mine. It
makes you think she came from some remote dark jungle of Africa. A
bushwoman, of some very primitive almost archaic tribe which sees physical
beauty in a completely different light than we do. Would it surprise you to
learn B that thing doesn't come from Africa? Nor South America, or from any
exotic region of the Far East. In fact, thing is not even black."

Beth looked with confused eyes back at Tonya words. How could this
person(?) not be black, or of African descent. Her skin color even her
features attested to a lineage from the dark continent below the equator.

"No B, thing is really Anglo Saxon, a Caucasian woman, white like you. You
see, once upon a time, thing was the essence of the California Dream Girl.
Her hair was long and golden as the sun, much like your hair color B. She
had a peaches and cream complexion with a light tan skin. Her eyes were
warm and bright, her nose was cute as a button, and she had a smile that
made her look like a happy little pixie. She wasn't very tall back then,
barely over five feet, but she did have a very nice figure, more on the
athletic side than a Ruben woman. And she could easily catch the eye of any
man, or a special woman with unique tastes too." Tonya gave Beth's breast
an added little squeeze to personalize her last point.

"So you're probably wondering how such a transformation could occur? Don't
you sweet B." Tonya began caressed the side of Beth's delicate face with
her own in a kind of warm cuddling motion while her hand was still busy
indulging itself with Beth's supple breasts and excited nipples.

"Well, it all started about two years ago. One of my clients, and a good
friend, asked me if a woman friend of his named Cynthia Hamilton could do
some research in my field of business. My business is in providing special
services for rich and powerful people. To be frank B, I am a successful
Madame who provides for the sexual appetites of society's upper crust. And
my staff and I are compensated for said services extremely well.

"My friend explained to me that Cynthia was in her 20's working on her Phd
thesis in the area of prostitution, with a bias of legalizing it. Any help
I could give her would go far in benefiting all concern. My friend vouched
for her credibility and integrity. And I believed him, foolishly so in
hindsight. But then again, maybe not too foolish after all, else I would
not have thing here today. I must remember to send him a thank you card
later for bringing "thing" into my life.

"So a positive phone conversation lead to a personal interview. We seem to
get along very well. Cynthia impressed me with her credentials and general
polished academic personality. Oh she was quite the con artist back then.
I was soon won over in helping Cynthia in her research.

"At first Cynthia wanted information, case histories, all anonymous of
course. But after that Cynthia wanted more personal research. She wanted to
play the role of a prostitute and collect as much personal data from the
experience as was possible. However she didn't want to have oral, anal or
coitus with the clients. She said she had a personal moral and ethical line
that she did not wish to cross. Upon hearing this I became even more
impressed with the dedication and devoted morality of this delicious
looking beach bunny that I readily agreed to help her in this area as well.
Thus, I gave her to what I would call my soft, kinky clients. These were
the people who's sexuality was connected with fetishes, being dominated, or
just plain spanked. Cynthia agreed and things progressed from there.

"I was amazed at how well Cynthia took to the role. Which should have
warmed me right then that something was wrong. I mean, a well-established
book worm who never did anything kinky in her entire life takes to wearing
tight revealing leather and latex outfits and then developing a creative
dominant persona to use them with, virtually overnight. I'm sorry, but no
one is that talented or gifted in life. But everything was working out and
running smoothly, until one day I received an anonymous phone call.

"The message was fast and sweet. 'Cynthia was not what she made herself out
to be. She was a con artist with plans on blackmailing everyone concerned.'
And that was it. I began to wonder if I might have been tricked. I had no
choice, but to check it out. There was too much at risk, and too many
powerful people involved who could get very ugly if need be. So I had
Cynthia checked out, like I should have done in the beginning.

"The phone call was correct. Cynthia Hamilton was really Cynthia Hanson
with a record as long as your arm. My PI's found some incriminating
evidence in her apartment that proved she had plans on blackmailing certain
wealthy clients of mine, not to mention me too. They also found that my
anonymous phone caller was my friend that recommended her to me. It
appeared she was already blackmailing him to get to me. So I couldn't be
too harsh with him. I did tell him to pay me a large some of money for
damages, and not to worry about Cynthia. I was going to take care of her.

"The next day I called her and asked if she wanted to come over to my
office for a drink and chat about how things were going and that I had
another wealthy client if she was interested. She came over immediately. We
talked, I severed her a doctored drink and a few minuets later Cynthia was
feeling sleepy. I just sat in my chair sipping my cognac watching the drug
slowly take Cynthia out. I was wondering if she was smart enough to figure
out what was happening to her?  She was, and the look she gave me before
passing out was priceless. I sat there for the longest time watching her
sleep, slumped over to one side in the chair. My mind was thinking "what a
waste". I finally had her taken to a special room and prepared for me.

"I remember our first meeting as if it were yesterday. Cynthia was stripped
naked and forced to stand spread eagle in the middle of my special room.
When she woke up, she was vile and angry. She demanded to be let loose. She
called me all sorts of derogatory and racist names. She made threats, and
told me she knew important people who would destroy me if I did anything to
hurt her. She even tried to blackmail me into believing she still had some
incriminating material hidden away somewhere. She told me in no uncertain
terms that if I didn't let her go, then her silent partner would release
all the information she had to the news media and then my big black ass
would be in one a serious world of hurt. Oh she played every card left to
her very well indeed, but I trumped them all.

"I told her I found out who her accomplice was, and he told me were all the
blackmailing pictures, tapes, and video's were. My expert PI's were able to
find more evidence and were hot on the trail for any more she might have
had stashed away somewhere. Anybody she knew who could help her I knew, and
even more powerful people at that. And if anybody's ass was in a sling, it
was her lily white one.

"I had to hand it to her B. When she was confronted with the bad news she
still hung tuff. Even when I told her that I wasn't going to kill her, but
make a living example of her to all who think of crossing me. She still
held her cool. In fact, she laughed at me. She told me it didn't matter
what I did to her, for as long as I kept her alive she would one day find a
way to take her revenge on me. I would never break her will, never. And
then she spat on me. Would you believe that, in the hopeless situation she
was in, that little wench still found the courage to spit on me. Right then
and there I knew it was going to be a battle of wills. And to show her who
had the superior position, I took a riding crop from the wall and began to
use it with extreme prejudice on her soft feminine white flesh. Now it was
my turn to vent on her.

"Until then, I never experienced such an intense emotional moment of anger
and lust in my entire life. A short while later I stopped. I was nearly
totally out of breathe, drenched in sweat and horny as hell. Cynthia's body
was glowing, and I do mean glowing red. There were even some raised welts
and spots of blood on her prostrated carcass as well. I stood in front of
her. My legs far apart, my hands on my hips, my posture erect and
commanding. I wanted her to look at me, to fear me, to ask, no, beg me for
my forgiveness and save her miserable life from whatever evil I had in
store for her.

But when I looked into her sad pathetic eyes, I felt it, strong. Then, all
in one motion, I walked up to her, pulled her sagging head back by her hair
and kissed her, hard. It seemed like I wanted to engulf her with my mouth.
My lips massaging hers. My tongue probing and flickering around inside of
hers. I wanted to posses and own her soul like I already did with her
chastised body. It didn't matter if she wanted me or not. I wanted her, all
of her. And if she didn't come willingly then I would take her and make her
until she did.

"That whole situation seemed so out of character for me. I did find myself
attractive to some women, but I never really acted on it, until then.
Something came over me, no, out of me. You know how some people or
situations can fuel a small spark that you keep hidden deep inside of you
to the point that you just have to act on it else you will explore? Well,
this was one of those times."

Beth empathized with what Tonya had just said. A few minutes ago she was
ready to give herself completely over to Tonya as a knee jerk reaction to
what she felt was rising to the surface inside of her. Something that was
first sparked to life with Katherin. But now, with herself in a less
stressed out and exhausted condition, she knew how wrong she was. It was
brought out because of her role plying with Katherin. That's all it was.
Even though she could still feel that gnawing feeling deep within her, she
knew it had to be wrong to act on it. So she continued to try and keep it
repressed deep inside of her.

"When I finished raping her mouth, I still held her hair in my grip. We
were both looking into one another eyes, not saying a word. Then she smiled
at me, and mouthed a word in a hushed whisper, "never".

"I jerked her hair back and let go my grip. I backed up slowly taking her
whole bound strained image in at one time. My sweat was saturated with the
scent of sex. I could have easily masturbated myself off to orgasm right
there in front of her or forced her to do me with her mouth and tongue
until I came, one long hard orgasm after another. But I didn't want to give
her the satisfaction of knowing how easy her distressed condition could get
me off. It was I who controlled her not the other way around. I took one
deep breath and exhaled. Then with all the emotional control I could muster
and looking straight into her eyes, I said as calmly as I could "Yes, you
will."

"I turned and walked away. I walked into another private room and fingered
myself into the most intense orgasm I ever had. And then I cried. I still
wonder to this day why I cried. Was it something from my unconscious
breaking forth, was it Cynthia causing my tears, or was it what I had
planed for her that made me cry -- in sorrow, or delight?

"Right after that I implemented my plan to get my pound of flesh out of
Cynthia, to break her completely. Originally, I planned to bimbo her up,
train her to lick pussy, suck cock and take it up the ass. Then I would
display and rent her out as an example for all who would even think of
betraying me. After a few months or so, I would then sell her to some
foreign interest and never see her again.

"Well, that was the plan and it even started off like that. Oh she resisted
of course. But I was determined to see it through, no matter what the cost.
And there really isn't much a petite woman can do when she is kept in
bondage and forced to act like a slut in heat by another woman, bigger than
her, more motivated and educated than her, and with a riding crop at her
beck and call. Cynthia learned, reluctantly. But she did learn. And I did
finally break her like I promise I would. And I learned too, about myself,
reluctantly.

"As the days past, I found myself spending more and more time with Cynthia.
It seemed like I couldn't get enough of her, looking at her, training her,
and even . . . touching her. I had video cameras and recorders installed so
I could watch her all the time from my office, and record her when I
couldn't. I had a small room made for her to sleep and rest in. It had a
cot with restraints and more cameras. I was putting too much time, money
and energy into this project, but I was blinded to this fact.

"My business began to show the strain of my obsession with this project,
with Cynthia. Clients were going elsewhere, my staff was loosing work and
money. I brought in a manager and he almost ran the business into the
ground. I couldn't thing straight anymore. I couldn't run the business and
do what I wanted, needed, to do with Cynthia. So I sold the business. As
much as I possessed and controlled Cynthia that was how much this project,
and Cynthia, possessed and controlled me. But I didn't care. I was like a
junky hooked on drugs, and I didn't even know it. But I soon found out.

"In the quiet time when I would watch her sleep, forcing myself to stay
awake, I would ask myself why? Why am I doing this? Why am I sacrificing so
much for this one off the wall obsessive act? Why don't I just get rid of
her and be done with it?

"For revenge, because of what she almost did to me? I had to answer that
question with a no. Oh I felt angered and even rage towards her in the
beginning, but that feeling seem to fade away in short time. Was I a
sadist?  Did I really get off on inflicting and watching Cynthia in
physical and emotional pain?  This was a hard one to answer honestly. I did
find some erotic enjoyment playing the tease and even causing Cynthia a
mild degree of distress and discomfort for betraying me like she did. But
did I really get off on instilling pain, in Cynthia? Again, I had to answer
no, my pain/pleasure interest was no where near the level of a Marquee de
Sade. No, I was not a true sadist.

"Was it an assault on my pride, a challenge for me to prove to her, to the
extreme, that she was no better than I was? That "I" was in fact better
than her and I needed to drive that fact down her soft feminine throat by
converting her into an object of pure lust. Again, in the beginning this
was part of it. But this too changed as time went on.

"I finally came to the conclusion, maybe too late, that in the beginning
the reason was all of the above. Revenge, a benign touch of sadism, hurt
pride, a challenge to my ability to make others see me as an equal, even
superior to them. But all this changed somehow. And was replaced with some
other reason, some other feeling. It felt like . . . NO! I said to myself,
not that. Maybe a form of that, a twisted perverse form of infatuation at
the most. But not the kind that artist are inspired by and people the world
over pledge their last breath to. I could not believe it B. I mean, if I
loved Cynthia then why was I so obsessed with dominating and changing her
so?

"Then it hit me. Like the proverbial ton of bricks, it hit me. It wasn't
Cynthia the person whom I loved. It was the submissive sexy feminine object
that Cynthia was becoming that I was focusing my adulation on. I was coming
to grips with my own incredible overpowering need for a D/s lesbian
relationship. That was the reason for my obsession and infactualtion with
Cynthia. It seemed like throughout my entire life I was repressing my
lesbianism and my desire to sexually dominate women. But now with Cynthia's
betrayal I had the reason, the excuse that allowed me to set my dark side
free in all its salacious eccentric and erotic glory. I was having an
epiphany B. Like some kind of Freudian revelation I was finally allowing
myself to embrace my own latent sexually depraved lesbian desires.

"It all fell into place after that. I knew the path I had to take. I was
going to turn Cynthia into a symbolic representation of my innermost
desires. I was the inspired artist and Cynthia was the lump of clay. At
that moment, Cynthia ceased to exist. She was only raw material for me to
mold my creation from. I felt like Michelangelo when he looked at the
massive piece of marble before it became his "David". I looked at Cynthia
and seen my "thing", my soon to be icon to D/s lesbian love. I felt reborn,
as if the haze had dropped from my eyes and I could see clearly now for the
first time in my life. In my mind's eye I could see "thing". Now all I had
to do was to turn fantasy into reality.

"I did massive amounts of research to see what was possible and what
wasn't. I found with the right amount of money virtually anything was
possible. I was ready to spend whatever it took to get what I wanted. If I
was obsessed before I was ten times beyond that now. I felt like I was on a
quest for the Holy Grail, and I would not rest until I found it and drank
heavy from its cup, or it killed me in the process."

Beth was shocked to the core. Was she in the embrace of a mad woman? She
could understand some of what Tonya was saying, and it even enlighten her
a bit about her own hidden desires, about her "liking women" and the
good feeling she got, sometimes, when she was with Katherin as her slave.
But how could Tonya do this to another woman, to a human being no less like
some kind of bizarre catharsis therapy in order to accept her own sexual
preference and identity? Tonya had snapped! She went too far with her zeal
for self-actualization and her need for revenge on Cynthia. And what of
poor Cynthia? Hard as Beth could, she could not see any remnants of an once
upon a time beach bunny. All she could see was an exotic object created
from a sick savage mind.

Beth began to tremble as she though again on how this could have been her.
But what Beth did not realize was that thing was indeed her, only in a much
less evolved form. Tonya looked at Beth, and with either uncanny insight or
a side effect of her severe madness saw how Beth was disassociating her
self from thing. But Tonya was going to set her straight. Even if Beth
didn't want to hear it.

"I can see in your eyes B, you think me mad don't you?" Beth shook her head
NO in fear. How could she defend herself if this lunatic decided to hurt
her, or worst. Best to play along until help comes. Oh Katherin, my
Katherin, please hurry and save your slave from the clutches of this woman
gone stark raving mad.

Tonya took Beth's chin in her caring hand and then continued, turning her
head towards thing after saying in a matter of fact tone "Fair enough, look
at thing now and see her through my eyes. Thing is the abstract
personification of what it means to be a woman in what we subjectively call
a civilized society. AND a woman that I love with all the passion a human
being can love another with. It is important that you thoroughly understand
that last part B. Passion without love is nothing more than eye candy
without a soul. And do not think for a minute that what knees before you
or sits next to you is without one.

"So, where do we begin? . . . Ah, lets start with her feet.

"No article of clothing makes a woman feel more sexy than her high heel
shoes. When we want to be taken seriously but still hold on to our
feminine sexuality we will wear shoes with a low heel. The more we want to
feel sexy, feminine, and desirable, the higher the heel will go. Why?
Because of what the raised heal does for us. It changes our posture by
having us push out our chest and butts for balance. They force us to walk
slower and with smaller steps, instilling in us as well as being seen by
others, a small degree of helplessness. An archaic attribute no doubt, but
never-the-less a viable characteristic of being a desirable woman even in
today's world.

"High heels causes us to walk differently, to roll and swing our generous
hips, again to make us look and feel sexy. Even the sound they make when we
walk on a hard surface is not without it's own unique sexual overtones. I
am wearing a four inch heal, but I am also dressed for an elegant night
out, together I feel and I am seen as seductive and desirable. Wouldn't you
agree B?"

Beth slowly shook her head yes, not only out of fear but because there
appeared to be method to Tonya's madness.

"Now look at your shoes B. Your shiny pink six inch heels. Put them
together with your matching tight short latex dress and I bet they make you
feel like a slut, ready to fuck anything at a drop of a hat. And what's
more, I bet that is how others perceive you too. Don't they B?"

Beth lowered her eyes in shame and again reluctantly shook her head yes.

"Now look at thing. I carried that concept out to the max because I wanted
symbolism. It took her months to wear those shoes. Every few weeks I would
increase the height of the heel until she was able to walk on her toes. Oh
it was hard for her, but I made her do it, giving her nothing but praise
and positive reinforcement all the way. And she soon accepted them,
willingly. She looks and feels totally helpless, sexy and desirable now,
like the ultimate submissive sexy woman. She can only take the smallest of
steps. Her hips and derriere roll and bounce like they had a life of their
own. And her butt and chest are pushed so far out that her spine is shaped
like a lazy sensuous "S". Once a man gets over her wild exotic appearance,
I dare say he would soon wet himself pondering what it would be like to
fuck a woman like this.

"Look at her figure B. One major characteristic of a woman is the shape of
her body. The flowing smooth curves of an hourglass figure has been in
vogue for centuries. A woman with a small waist has always been a major
attraction to both men and women alike. And the best way to get a small
waist is with a corset. Not only does a corset make a woman look curvy and
desirable but it makes her feel the same way too, just like her shoes. An
old fashion corset, done correctly, will make her feel warm and secured
like being in her lover's timeless embrace. It gives a woman good posture,
carriage and a boost to her feminine self esteem, not to mention another
boost to the size of her breasts and hips. By artificially enhancing her
figure like this she once again increases her desirability and appearance
as a viable sexy woman. You B are wearing a corset. Doesn't it make you
feel more desirable as it enhances and displays your female assets in full
view for all to see and marvel at?

Again Beth had to agree with Tonya. She remembers all the drooling men and
nasty stars from women she received whenever she went into public. It did
make her feel desirable as a sexy woman too.

"In things case I just took it to a higher level of symbolism. Instead of
an hourglass waist, I gave her a wasp waist. Long periods of wearing
tighter and tighter corsets brought her from a thick 27-inch athletic waist
to one of a mer 13 inches. And her overall shape would be considered
nothing less than bomb shell sexy."

"Now, what do you think is the single most identifiable characteristic that
totally defines a woman as female, sexy, and desirable?"

Beth knew the answer to that, it was what Tonya was doing to her all this
time while sitting next to her. She just looked down and watched Tonya
continue to massage her puffed up breasts like a baker kneading dough.

Tonya giggled a bit at the way Beth answered her question. And with less
stress and a more friendly tone in her voice Tonya continued with her
lecture to Beth.

"That's right B, BREASTS! I know very few woman who don't worry about their
breasts. They are too big, too small, the wrong shape, they sag to much,
their nipples are too small, or not hard enough, and so on and so on. Even
men fantasize over them virtually 24 hours a day. You can see it in
magazines, books, newspapers, TV and movies. I like your breasts B as you
can tell, but I always had a thing for women with really big breasts."

Beth began to blush now. She knew her breast were slightly above average in
the "C" cup range, a fact she learned to accept and enjoyed taking
advantage of when she wanted to feel sexy and desirable to men. But with
the tight corset they seem to have grown to a size "D" now. A size that
made her feel cheap and raunchy like a real whore instead of the fantasy
one she portrayed.

"Big breast have always been a desirable trait for women. There is a multi-
million-dollar industry built around making less endowed women into robust
and voluptuous breast bouncing sexpots. I personally find big breasted
women arousing, especially when I can play with them. So, it was natural
for me to have thing with big breasts too. Cynthia only had an average size
bust, a "B" cup, which was totally unacceptable for me. I wanted them
BIGGER. The corset and shoes only increased them to a "C", again
unacceptable. I could have easily gotten her implants, but I wanted the
real thing.

"I knew this doctor who created a drug to make women's breast bigger. It
caused the cell structure of the breast to increase in number not in size,
thus making the increase in size more likely to be permanent. He even
created a salve that would increase the size of the nipple and the areola
around them too. Of course since it was only available on the black market
I had to spend a lot of money for it, but I was told it only needed to be
used once for permanent results. And I was possessed beyond reason in
making thing a reality.

"I do believe Cynthia enjoyed seeing her breasts increasing to a size "C".
But when they went to a size "D" she became concerned. When I increased
them to a "DD" she was down right pleading for me to stop. They were too
big and made her look obscene on her petite body. I had to explain to her
that she was becoming a vision of beauty, a work of art and other positive
reinforcing statements. However, I didn't tell her the real reason, that
"I" wanted them bigger and what she wanted was of no concern to me. I
stopped when they grew to a size "DDD".

"At the same time I used the nipple enlargement cream. I am please to say
her nipples increase to an inch long and as thick as your little finger. I
found myself playing more and more with her breasts, and as her breasts
increased in size so did their sensitivity. Not only was thing able to have
an orgasm from just having her breasts stimulated, but that was how she
received her first multi-orgasm too. I dare say she has changed her mind
about them now.

"But I was still not satisfy. Oh they were big enough, especially on
thing's small frame, in fact they looked deliciously gigantic. But
something was missing. Her breast needed something to add to their symbolic
meaning, make them stand out like the proud object of female sexuality that
they were. These gems were the center focus of both men and woman and
should be placed on pedestals and decorated in splendor. That's when I hit
on several ideas. One idea I saw of all places on television.

It was a documentary on the giraffe women of Borneo. In their culture, to
make themselves more attractive to their men, they would stretch their
necks. A long feminine neck was considered desirable in their society. In
fact, in ours too, but not by artificial means and not to such an extreme.
What they did was to put metal rings around their neck from the base of
their necks, or tops of their shoulder, up to just under their jaw. And
every so often they would add a ring to stretch their necks longer and
longer. So I used this same idea on thing's big breasts.

"I had a series of gold rings placed around her breasts. I started from
their base against her chest and worked out into her breast. The base one
was the largest of the rings and then I taper them down in size as they
worked outward. After a little ways out I then increased their size again
until they were almost the same diameter as the one I started out with.

"They look absolutely marvelous! Like black ripen bowling balls resting on
a concave pedestal of gold. The color contrast looked so good that I added
another color, red, to her nipples and her areolas too. I had them tattoo
in red, as well as her lips and pussy, but I will talk about those other
areas later. I even had her nipples pierced and a gold ring inserted
through each of them to complete the look. And they look superb! They
became prominent erotic symbols of femininity, accented in red and
displayed in gold. An awesome site and down right sexy to the max!

"Oh it took time, months in fact to stretch the skin to the point they are
today. From her chest to the tips of her ringed nipples it measures a full
twelve inches. I even had to stretch the size of her pierced nipple hole to
get the proper thickness of a nipple ring I wanted there. Oh yes, it all
took time. I was so taken with the pleasant effect I was getting from
stretching her breast that I adopted the same method as the women of Borneo
did to stretch thing's neck. Her neck is a full three inches longer than
when we started out with.

"A bit surreal and over the top? Yes, but that was the whole idea to begin
with. And I do believe it was well worth it. Again, Cynthia was not too
keen on the whole idea, but by now she was well on her way to becoming my
own personal wet dream. So I paid little attention to her moans and
whimpers of distress. I just kept giving her positive reinforcements on how
beautiful she was becoming with each passing day. It's amazing what
positive praise can do to control a person's psyche."

Beth was beginning to see some similarities between Tonya and Katherin.
Many a time Katherin would give her positive reinforcement when she wore
something tarty, did some act of an airhead successfully, or continued to
stay in her slave role during the hard times. Could this be why her role as
a bimbo was becoming second nature to her now? Could this be the reason she
was developing stronger and stronger feeling, lesbian feelings, toward
Katherin? And could this be why she seemed to be more and more comfortable
with her subservient slave role to Katherin too? She took a hard look at
thing and began to see far more similarities than differences between them.

"Those are the most dramatic symbolic changes I did to Cynthia to make her
into "A" thing. The other changes I carried out was to make her more into
"MY" thing. As I told you before, thing is a reflection of my own lesbian
D/s interest, so all these secondary changes were to appease my own unique
artistic flair and cardinal desires beyond what I considered the symbolic
range."

All Beth could do upon hearing this was close her eyes and shake her head
in quiet disbelief. There were times when Tonya was making so much sense
that it scared her. It scared her in how persuasive and seductive Tonya
made Cynthia's transformation sound. It scared her in how Tonya's story
made her feel more accepting of her role as bimbo and slave to Katherin's
Mistress. It scared her in that this whole escapade of hers made her feel
like she was Alice falling through the looking glass and into a land far
too bizarre to make the slightest sense out of. It seem all she could do
was to just go with the flow and hope she will find her way out of this
wonderland nightmare soon. Again Tonya's voice and story brought Beth back
to reality, or was this still fantasy and Tonya was the Queen of Hearts?

"I played around with her facial features and body piercing from both a D/s
perspective as well as what made me hot and horny as well. I changed the
color of her skin to black because even though I loved women, all women, I
had a preference for black women. Another black market drug changed the
pigment of her skin. It is suppose to last a year before needing a booster
dose. That is also why I changed her lips and nose, to add to the illusion
that thing had some African ancestry. I found some small semi rigid cone
shaped tubes that I could insert into her nostrils and expand outwards.
Over a period of time I was able to change her nose from a small turned up
little pixie type to a broad and pug likeness of a true woman born in
the heart of Africa. With regards to her lips, repeated collegian
treatments and tattooing them red made them big, full and luscious. They
seem to almost dominate her whole pretty face. I have found I loved the
feel a set of full pouty lips on my own skin and lips, as well as having
them suck on my hard sensitive nipples and wet throbbing pussy. Thing has
learned to do this quite well by the way.

"I also carried on with the ring piercing in her septum, both sides of her
nostrils and several times in each ear. Somehow, I do believe thing looks
far more erotically exotic with all those gold rings hanging from her body
now. The sharp contrast of the gold color with her black skin is very
artistically pleasing to me. I particularly like the effect I obtained when
I placed large heavy rings in her ear piercing. Not only did they stretch
her ear lobes making them look longer, primitive and sexy, but every time
thing moves I can hear a distinct metal clinking, like wind chimes. I enjoy
listening to them as much as listening to the sound of her pointer shoes
clicking away on a hard wood floor. Whenever I hear those pleasing sounds a
wave of warm tingling eroticism seems to flow through me.

"Her hair presented me with a problem. I liked Cynthia's golden blonde hair
quite a lot. But I also wanted a thing completely void of hair too. The
look of thing as a primitive, but elegant bushwoman would easily send
erotic chills down my spine, and still does. So I compromised. I removed
all things hair except for a three inch circle at the back top of her head.
I gathered that part up into a pony tail and wrapped a wide black leather
strap encrusted with gold studs around the base of this scalp lock. I
really like the image it created for thing. It looks like a fountain of
golden water is flowing from her head and cascading down behind her. It
adds a nice golden background that really sets off her black head and big
red lips. The gold color is also carried forward and around her face, neck
and breasts with all the gold rings there too. Everything just seems to
fall into place quite well.

"Her hands and arms are not used very much anymore. I had gold wristbands
and arms bands, just above her elbow, permanently attached to her.
Sometimes I connect them together behind her back, not unlike you are B.
But most of the time I have her elbows connect tightly together behind her
and her wrist cuffs connected directly to her gold stud leather belt around
her waist, over her brief waist cinch. The elbow cinch forces her to thrust
out her chest even more which adds an little extra to the dramatic display
of her breasts. And having her hands restricted to her waist not only draws
attention to her helpless as a lamb condition but also shows off her long
red fingernails that matches the color of her lips, nipples, and pussy.

"That bring us to her pussy. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do here. I
mean, I had no real image in mind to work from. It was very perplexing for
me. Everything so far worked out exceptionally well, but thing's pussy was
a stumbling block. I finally decided to be selfish. My first move here
was to reflect what I personally like in a woman's pussy. That meant no
hair at all! So, I had all of thing's hair permanently removed. Next, thing
had a type of pussy with very fleshy inner lips. Now I grant you such lips
lend themselves to all sorts of D/s interest like suspending various heavy
items from them, but that is not my style. Call me strange, but sagging
inner pussy lips are just too weird for me."

Beth couldn't believe what she just heard. What Tonya had done to poor
Cynthia most people would call an abomination to Cynthia's humanity,
actually being criminal and definitely mentally perverse. But the only
behavior that Tonya herself thought as being "abnormal" would be the
possibility of suspending something from the sagging fleshy labia lips of
Cynthia's pussy?  She heard an old saying faintly echoing in her mind
"There is a razor's edge that separates genius from insanity." Beth began
to wonder how many times Tonya had fallen onto to wrong side. Once more
Tonya continued with her bizarre eccentric tour of her sub human creation
called "thing".

"So I had them fixed. The excess was removed and the rest smoothed out. Not
only did thing's pussy look immensely better and youthful, but now I
thoroughly enjoy myself playing with it. Many a times I had thing
experience repeated orgasms from orally and artificially stimulating her
remolded pussy.

"But that was not enough. Her pussy looked too barren and plain. It needed
something more done to it, to enhanced it's symbolic significance. A
woman's pussy is her sexual altar stone and it needed to be artistically
displayed in all its regal glory. That's when I decided to continue my red
and gold motif down there too. I had her entire pussy lips tattooed red,
from the top of her clit hood all the way down to a little pass where the
lips join.  It looked great! Just like a wedge of red melon on a black
background. And of course I added several gold ring piercing along each lip
to complete the effect. And one very special sensitive one too, if you know
what I mean.

"I was finally done with my creation, my thing. The first time I seen her
standing before me, looking the way she did, I actually became so aroused
that I had an orgasm right on the spot. No masturbation, no mind fucking
fantasy, no self touching what so ever. I felt the wave coming, closed my
eyes and let it happened. That was a moment I will never forget in my
entire life. I almost felt like I created or gave birth to a new life form.
The entire experience was so awe striking fantastic!"

Beth looked at Tonya as she closed her eyes and tried to relived that very
same moment. She felt Tonya's body shake and Beth's breast squeezed hard.
She looked at Tonya and thing with different eyes now. Eyes that were no
longer full of fear, but only sadness.

"Ohhhh my, that felt so good" Tonya said in a voice that literally oozed a
strained and exhausted eroticism. "Now, were was I? Oh yes, there was only
one final change I had to complete. But this one was radically more
different than any of the others. The others were all passive in nature.
They were to present thing in a symbolic light of exotic female distressed
sexuality. A sight I find most visually appealing and desirable, just like
you B." Beth felt a fast chill of fear brush across her soul.

"This other change I had in mind was to restructure thing into "actively"
being able to make me feel very good. But this one you can not see unless I
tell thing to show you. Would you like me to have thing show it to you B?"

Beth was unsure about this. Especially the way Tonya was looking at her.
She had this smile that reflected another side of erotic evil that Beth was
frighten to look at. But Tonya worked her seductive ways on Beth.
Snuggling and cuddling closer to her, rubbing her hands all over Beth's
naked chest and nipple hard breasts and finally a series of soft little
kisses around her ear and neck whispering words of positive reinforcement
in her ear.

"You know you want to B. You can't help yourself. I know you're a bit
frighten, but I am here to help you through it. I like you B. Even thing
likes you. We both want to show it to you. I want you to see what made
thing all the more precious to me. More precious than life itself. You want
to look B. I feel it in you. It gnaws at you. You can't help yourself. You
are going to look, aren't you B?"

The spider woman's powers of seduction were too much for Beth's weaken
state to fight. She began shaking her head yes as sweet moans of
contentment flowed from her open pouting mouth. In the back of her mind she
wonder if this was how Cynthia was seduced into becoming thing?

"Ok B, look upon thing again. Thing, show your sister B what makes you all
so beautiful, sexy and VERY precious to me."

Beth watched thing with nervous anticipation. All this time thing had
remained motionless. Her knees wide open showing her red pussy lined with
gold rings. Her constricted torso slightly bent forward at her tiny golden
wrapped waist with her red painted fingernails resting complacently on her
thighs while her wrists held immobile to her waist belt. Her breasts like
black ostrich eggs atop golden pedestals adorned with impressive red
nipples and large golden rings hanging down from them like Xmas tree
ornaments. Her head stretched up high by a pillar of gold, a vision of
exotic and elegant African ancestry adorn with gold rings and full
succulent lips of red. And her eyes, always looking down, open and calm.
This thing of art, of symbolism, and exotic erotic beauty tilted her torso
back until she was fully erect and facing right at Beth, even though her
eyes continued to look down.

Beth watch as thing's thick red lips slowly parted and her tongue
cautiously began to slithered out like a snake exiting it's dark abode. Her
tongue crept out more, and more, and . . . Oh my GOD! . . . Beth eyes and
mouth opened wide in shock. Thing's tongue was long, VERY long. Then thing
opened her mouth and pulled back her lips to reveal another attribute of
Tonya's passion driven insanity. Beth jerked herself back from what she
saw. But like driving past a terrible car accident, Beth could not turn
away. She just stared in object horror at thing's toothless mouth.

Tonya began to talk in a very calm controlled voice that seem to reflect
what she did to thing, to the human being Cynthia, as nothing more than
restyling a woman's hair. A calmness that was the exact opposite of what
Beth was feeling now.

"You are looking at thing, but I don't think you truly understand what you
see B. I don't know if you are aware of this fact, but a woman's tongue and
mouth are very important in making love to another woman. The level of
sexual arousal and orgasmic satisfaction from a well experience tongue and
lips can be limitless and sublime.

"I made thing into the ultimate visual expression of female sexuality. The
perfect sex object from my perspective. But again, I wanted more. I wanted
to complement her visual image with functionality too. It was not enough
for her to look the part, she had to act the part too."

Beth felt her heart jump right out of her chest. Those words!  Those same
words!  Spoken by Katherin, to her too, about her role as a bimbo. 'Oh my
God!' she said to herself. What was going on here? A coincidence? Did Tonya
know Katherin? Was Tonya the friend Katherin said she went to for help? Did
Katherin know how much of a lunatic Tonya was?  Was Katherin becoming
another Tonya? Or worst, was she well on her way to becoming another thing?

Beth stopped looking at thing and directed her surprised expression up
towards Tonya. Tonya met Beth's startled look with her own Cheshire cat
smile. She then placed her hand on Beth's chin and gently closed Beth's
gapping mouth while saying in a sweet voice that reeked with the smell of
conspiracy "You do understand how important it is for some situations, and
people, to be perceived as totally real as possible by all concerned, don't
you B? That is the only way fantasy can be transformed into reality." Tonya
held Beth's chin for a few seconds letting those words sink into Beth's
confused alarmed mind. Beth instantly thought of Paul when she said that.
Then Tonya turned Beth's head gently so she was again looking at the
toothless snaked tongue thing and continued.

"I'm glad you understand that B, because that is how I wanted it to be for
thing and me. This is no longer fantasy, playtime with limits and safe
words. A temporary split from the real to dreamland. This is how I live,
how thing and I live, 24 hours a day 7 days a week. So I had a good doctor
friend of mine modify things mouth, and in the process, thing went from mer
eye illusion to full functioning reality.

"He is a very talented surgeon. He was able to increase the length of
thing's tongue to twice it's length while still maintaining it's
sensitivity and dexterity. You see that little gold ball near the tip of
thing's tongue B? That is another piercing called a barbell. I put it there
for one reason, to stimulate my "G" spot. And I have to tell you, thing has
learned to make me cry with unbelievable pleasure just by how she uses her
pierced tongue on my hidden love spot.

"And the reason I had thing's teeth removed was again for sensuous
stimulation, both hers and mind. The feeling I get from having my ears,
nipples and pussy lips stimulated by things chewing gummy mouth is out of
this world. And thing likes to have her gums given some loving attention
too. Many a night thing has been spent in my arms like you B with my
fingers maneuvering in and out of things mouth, rubbing and massaging her
gums to her splendid moans of contentment. Of course with things mouth
modifications it makes speech practically impossible for her, everything
come out all garbled just like yours was when I took your gag out B. But
since most of our communication is from me to her, thing really doesn't
need to talk any more. Kind of like you and me B. Here we are having a good
old time, talking about thing, communicating with one another, and you
haven't said a single word, just like thing here. I do believe you and
thing have more in common than you really think B. Don't you, you sweet
adorable thing you." Then Tonya pulled Beth as tight as she could into her
embrace snuggling her head up against Beth's and rocking them both form
side to side.

Beth understood what Tonya meant by "sweet thing". In a single phrase she
put thing and herself into the same category, both sensuous objects in a
wonderland of distorted reality and sexuality. Again Beth closed her eyes
in hopes it would all be a bad dream. But when she opened them, thing was
still there, as real as ever.

Beth was looking at thing but trying to see Cynthia. Her mind trying to
reach Cynthia's. 'Cynthia? Cynthia? Are you in there Cynthia? Poor Cynthia,
look what she has done to you. How can you go on? Poor, poor Cynthia.'
Poor, poor Beth was echoed back in Beth's unconscious mind.

Beth followed every incredible word of Tonya's story on how she had
captured and turned Cynthia into her "thing". But Beth wondered if Tonya
succeed in capturing Cynthia's soul too? Was there not a single shred of
Cynthia's spirit left, locked somewhere deep inside of that thing? Where
had Cynthia gone?

A tear flowed down Beth's cheek. She was crying for Cynthia. A tear that
just might have included Beth in it too.

Beth felt Tonya gently brush the tear from her cheek and then heard Tonya's
compassionate voice.

"Don't feel like that B. I though I showed you, proved to you with my
story. You are looking at her as if Cynthia was still there, inside of
thing. She is not there B. Cynthia is gone, forever. Ashes to ashes, dust
to dust. And out of the ashes like the great Phoenix rose THING! Look at
her as thing, an unique being dripping in bizarre sexuality. Her entire
existence is based on the erotic. She no longer has the worries of the
everyday person. I take care of all that. And she takes care of all my
sexual needs and desires, and I hers.

"Thing is a work of artistic passionate beauty. An icon to all who would
see the "who" she really is and the "what" she represents. Do not feel
sorry for thing B. Thing certainly does not. She fully accepts with
profound love and joy her new identity in life, without regrets. And so do
I. Thing and I are not just two eccentric individuals living on the fringe
of existence. We are the same person. We are one. One in being, one in
heart, one in mind, and one in soul. Separate we are nothing, empty and
longing. Together we are everything. We are powerful, passionate, and
fulfilled. We are in love with and loved by one another. And until you able
to find that rare combination of eternal bliss in life that thing and I
have, do not weep for thing, or me, or us. Weep for yourself B. Weep for
your self."

Beth put her head to Tonya's chest and wept. Why was she crying? Who was
she crying for? And why did she miss Katherin so much now?

Tonya wiped away Beth's tears and rocked her in her arms like a heart
broken child. She even began to hum a tune she was fond of to help Beth
feel better. The same tune she hummed for thing when times became hard.
Once in a while Beth would look at thing from the corner of her eye, and
wonder about what Tonya said. Was this the work of a woman gone mad or a
woman who knew what she wanted and went after it with reckless abandon,
hoping it would all work out for the best in the end. It was all so
confusing for her. Did the ends justify the means? For Tonya and thing it
seemed to. Would it be the same for her and Katherin, in California?

Beth began to pull herself together. Tonya told thing to get into position.
Beth watched thing pull her tongue in as though it was a length of
spaghetti, her big lips smacking together when her tongue was all the way
in. Then she slowly tilted her torso forward and remained perfectly still
like before. Thing's behavior caused Beth to smile. The horror that Beth
felt when she first saw thing seem to dissolve away into nothingness, just
like her sadness, and just like Cynthia did a long time ago.

Tonya nudged Beth away from her body and began cleaning up her wet face and
smeared makeup. She began talking to Beth in a warm supportive voice
telling her how much she like her, how beautiful she looked even with a
dirty face, and how lucky her owner was to have such a loving, willing and
gentle slave girl like her. At that point Beth tried to talk again saying
"Whank Wou Mitwiss Wonya". And the two woman both laugh and giggled like
school girls. Thing remained quiet, in position, and motionless.

A loud heavy metal sound echoed down the hall. Both women became quiet and
looked out through the bars were the sound came from.

"Looks like we might be having company B. Maybe we should get you a bit
more presentable. Or would you rather go topless like you are? I know I
sure wouldn't mind it." Tonya gave Beth a teasing smile while she resume
playing with Beth's breasts more zealously, causing Beth to wince when
Tonya became a little too zealous with them.

Beth was beginning to panic. She could hear the main door open and close.
Then footsteps were heard approaching them. She looked at Tonya with
pleading puppy dogs eyes to help her, and even tried to ask her to hurry,
but her mouth and tongue was not quite up to hurried speech yet.

"Ok B, lets get you standing and I'll put poor little humpty dumpty back
together again." Tonya stood up and began adjusting her long velvet gown
about her slim voluptuous figure.

Beth tried to get up from the cot, but the cot was too soft and she fell
backwards. With her arms and legs bound as they were she felt like a turtle
on it's back trying to get up.

Tonya was giggling at Beth's antics. She so love watching sexy women in
distress.

Finally, when Beth was back in the sitting position and the foot steps
seeming much closed Tonya said "Here B, let me help you up before you fall
completely off that cot." She then reached down to help Beth. But instead
of lifting her by her shoulders or arms, Tonya grabbed both of Beth's
nipples and began pulling her up by them.

The pain Beth felt in her nipples and breasts overwhelmed her surprised
expression at how Tonya was helping her to stand. It didn't take Beth long
to right herself up and at attention with Tonya's helpful intervention. But
Tonya did not release Beth right away. She continued to strain Beth's
nipples and breasts upward as she guided her around the jail cell on tippy
toes using the excuse of better light over here than over there. All Beth
could do was scrunch up her face in pain and followed wherever Tonya lead
her, quickly. The expression of glee on Tonya's face as she danced Beth
around like a puppet on a string made Beth again wonder if she wasn't under
the control of a mad woman.

Tonya let her go when her back was facing the jail cell door. The foot
steps were no longer heard, which frighten Beth. Beth jumped in fright when
she heard a male voice say "Is there a Ms Bimbo in here? She has a visitor
waiting to see her."

Beth couldn't answer "Yes!" fast enough. She didn't want to miss her chance
to get out of the clutches of the spider woman. She then said "Won wowent
pease."

The jailer made a questioned face and asked "What did you say?"

Beth looked pleading into the eyes of Tonya's grinning face. She even
whispered a "please help me Mistress Tonya" that even began to sound
correct.

Tonya took Beth face in her hands, brought her lips to hers and kissed her.
Beth responded in kind, part out of fear that Tonya would not help her,
part out of gratitude for opening her mind and feelings about what she felt
with Katherin, and partly because it just felt so good.

Tonya broke the kiss first. She told the officer that she will be ready in
a second. And then began putting Beth's two large breasts back into the
bodice of her too small dress. Beth felt a little tingle from the residue
sweetness of the kiss and the way Tonya fondled her breasts gently back
into her dress.

A couple of minuets later Tonya turned Beth around and walked her to the
now open door. As the officer was closing and locking the cell door behind
Beth Tonya said one final thing to Beth.

"Take good care of yourself B. And tell Katherin I said hello. Maybe the
four of us could get together for some interesting entertainment some day
soon. Wouldn't you like that, Beth?" She winked at Beth before turning,
laughing and walking back to her cot and to her thing, still in position
and still motionless.

Once again Beth was frighten to the bone. It even required the officer to
forcefully nudge her a few times to get her to start walking down the hall
and out of her surprised stupor. In a very short time Beth's life just kept
on getting harder and harder for her to understand. Just like Alice in
Wonderland.

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Part 7 coming soon

Beth meets a not so dear college chum. And Katherin, Beth's white knight,
comes to the rescue! Or does she?