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 7)

Two pairs of footsteps were heard coming down the hall. One was of a heavy
set male with a long slow stride, the police officer. The other was a very
fast pace clinking of a woman's high heels, Beth still wearing the leg
irons. They stopped before a door. The officer opened it and firmly
escorted a panting hobbled Beth inside. Her arms remained cuffed at wrist
and elbows behind her. It looked like an interrogation room with an old
wooden table and a couple of chairs. In one chair sat a young woman,
dressed in a conservative gray business suit. She had shoulder length
blonde hair styled loosely around her head. She was busy reading an open
file on the desk.

"Here is the one you wanted to see Ms assistant district attorney, a Ms
Bimbo," said the officer with a sarcastic tone in his voice and a very wide
smile on his face.

Without looking up from the file the woman said thank you to the officer
and told him to leave the woman alone with her. The officer escorted Beth
to the side of the table and then left.

"Well Ms Bimbo, you seem to have gotten yourself into an awful lot of
trouble this evening. Maybe if you tell me your side of the story I might
be able to . . ." She stopped in mid sentence after looking up and into the
face of Beth. She squinted her eyes as if she might have known who this
street slut was. Then she smiled and said "Beth? Beth Jenson? Is that you?"

Beth looked hard at the woman. A good part of her didn't want to find out
who this woman was, because if she did, she knew she was going to have a
lot of explaining to do. And who would believe that someone, anyone, would
go this far to get rid of a boyfriend.

"Beth, it is you, isn't it? Well isn't it a small world. You do remember me
don't you?  Christine, from college?"

Oh God no! Not her, not Christine, not the one she almost had a cat fight
with over Christine's boyfriend. A boyfriend who was nothing but a piece of
crap because he hit on her while he was still dating Christine. Not the one
she insulted by calling her Crissy, the typical bimbo cheerleader. And how
did such an airhead like Crissy get to be an Assistant to the District
Attorney anyway?

Beth decided not to play as dumb as she obviously looked. So, in as
pleasant a voice as she could muster, she responded with "Crissy? I mean
Christine?  Is that you? You're sure looking good girl. And holding a job
as an assistant DA too. My goodness you sure are doing well."

Anxiously, Christine rose from her chair, went over to Beth and gave her a
big tight hug, that felt like 'Now I've got you bitch!' to Beth. With her
arms still handcuffed behind her back all Beth could do was stand there and
receive the ingenious embrace. Even if she was free to respond and hug her
back, she wouldn't, not with that bitch. She still remembers the night
Crissy caught her with Crissy's boyfriend at the bar and grill. That's when
Crissy accused her of trying to steel him away from her and ended up
throwing a glass of bear in Beth's face. Maybe it was a good thing that she
was still handcuffed after all.

Christine broke the hug and gave Beth the once over with her eyes before
saying, "Yes, I did change, a little. I took stock of myself and decided to
get serious with my life. I applied myself, pulled myself up by my
bootstraps if you will and became the assistant DA. It was all hard work,
but it paid off. I see you have changed quite a bit too Beth. If memory
serves, you wanted to become a hot shot businesswoman. Well, from the looks
of you and your arrest sheet, it's easy to see how "hot" you really are and
what business you decide to apply your natural talents in. But why don't
we sit down and then you can tell me your side of the story. Maybe, for old
times sake, we can get you out of this mess without you going to jail or
having a permanent mark on your record, ok?"

Beth was amazed, angered and embarrassed all at the same time. She was
amazed at how Crissy, Christine, had turned her life around with such
positive results. She was angered and embarrassed at how unkind fate was in
having Christine and her change places in life. The contrast between the
two women would have been laughable if it wasn't so sad. It was all so
unfair. And it was all Paul's fault, or Katherin's, or those police women.
Then a piece of literature entered her mind "The fault is not in the stars,
it is in thee." She wondered, was it truly her fault she found herself in
this horrible situation after all?

"Beth? Beth?!" Chistine then nudged her to wake her from her perceived numb
airhead state. "Let's sit down and you can tell me how you came to be
arrested." Both women went to their opposing chairs and sat down. But just
before Beth could situate herself the door opened, and in walked Katherin.
Her knight in shinny armor was here to rescue her!

Beth's face lit up with a smile that filled the room. She did her best to
meet Katherin half way to the door, being hobbled as she was. As soon as
she was close enough Beth feel into Katherin's open arms and put her head
on Katherin's shoulder. Her eyes once again filling with tears. But this
time, they were tears of joy. And if she could, she too would have returned
the warm hug she received from her Mistress. It was odd how a small part of
Beth could accept Katherin as her Mistress now.

Katherin whispered in Beth's ear, "My goodness me. My pet sure knows how to
get herself in trouble, now doesn't she?" and then she smiled, still
hugging and rocking Beth in her thankful arms.

"I'm sorry Mistress, I am so very sorry." Beth response was very sincere.
Sincere in that she really thought it was her fault for being where she
was. Sincere in that she might have disobeyed Katherin's orders in not
getting the change from her fifty dollar bill. And sincere in how her
conscious mind had easily accepted Katherin as her Mistress.

"Ok pet, pull yourself together and let's see how much trouble you are in."
The two women walked over to the table were Christine was watching what was
going on.

As Katherin was sitting down Christine asked "And you are?"

Katherin finished sitting down and made herself comfortable in her seat
before speaking. She would not let someone's young assistant rattle her in
the least. One important fact she learned over the years in business was
always to present oneself in a calm pleasant manner. In short, never let
the opposition see you sweat.

After a short while Katherin folded her hands together in front of her and
calmly said "My name is Ms Katherin Sloan and I am a friend, a good close
friend of the accused. I am here on her behalf to see why she was arrested
and if warranted, to see what could be done to make amends to all concern."

The calm authoritativeness of Katherin's voice and persona brought a spark
of hope to Beth's troubled soul. And made Christine sit up straight in her
chair.

Christine looked for a minute at Katherin's stoic pose, and then at Beth's
beaming face directed at Katherin, her savior. "I see. In that case we
share the same goal. To help our mutual friend. But I must warn you, I will
not commit any illegal act to help out a friend, even one like Beth here.
You do understand that, don't you Ms Sloan?" Christine seemed a bit ruffled
at Katherin presents as was noted in her tone to both Katherin and Beth. It
appeared that Beth might have only one real friend at that table after all.

"Of course. I am a successful business woman and I too would never do
anything to jeopardize my upstanding position in the business community,
least of all risk criminal prosecution against me. Even for a close friend
like B here.

Beth's face change suddenly as soon as she heard Katherin call her B, her
slave name. She coyly looked at Christine to see if she heard Katherin's
inference. She saw one of Christine's thin eyebrows rise and a small
crooked smile form on her face. Then Christine looked at Beth. She gave her
a long hard look. Her lips began to pull themselves back in a sinister grin
of sweet revenge and then she turned her attention back to the open folder.

A third time tonight Beth's heart sank into the open arms of despair.
Christine, her arch-enemy in college, knew what was going on. She seen the
tag on her collar and read it's ominous connotation. Christine was no dumb
blonde, not any more. With her position in the state's judicial system, she
probably saw it all, and more. Now all Beth could do was pray, pray that
Katherin could somehow appease Christine's desire for revenge. Oh why did
Katherin have to call her B, and why didn't she tell Christine that she was
her boss? Why was Katherin being so cold and confrontational? Once again,
it all came down to whether she trusted Katherin or not. And given the
situation she was in now what else could she do, but act the part Katherin
left for her to play. A blonde bimbo who didn't know squat.

"I am glad to hear that Ms Sloan, again we see eye to eye on this. Now,
let's go over the charges shall we?"

Beth couldn't believe her ears when Christine read off the charges against
her: prostitution, indecent exposure, harassment, resisting arrest, etc.
Beth couldn't hold it in anymore. She told Christine in a harsh voice that
they were all lies. None of it was true. She was being set up by an
incompetent system of justice and those that sworn to up hold it.

Christine looked up at Beth with calm disbelief. Beth sounded like every
person arrested for a crime--angry, hurt, and stupid. Christine smiled,
somehow stupid looked good on her ex-girlfriend, Ms Bimbo.

Katherin looked up at Beth's outburst too, with anger in her eyes. In a
firm commanding voice she told Beth to "Be quiet pet! "I" will handle this
mess you have gotten yourself into. Now, and for the last time, hush up
pet!"

Again Beth was thrown for a loop at what Katherin TWICE called her, pet!
She looked at Christine and seen it, glaring at her, intense glowing
satisfaction.

Beth had enough of this. She might have had to take it from Katherin, but
not from Christine. All this time she had to stand next to Katherin because
there were only two chairs in the room. But she wanted to sit down, now! So
she tempted fate. She demanded that Crissy get her a chair. And gave
Christine her own nasty look of revenge. She might appear to be a secondary
citizen, with her bimbo attire and criminal charges, but Christine was
still a public servant and sworn to treat all people as equals. And even
she was to be considered innocent until proven guilty. And, this presumed
innocent human being want a chair to sit on, right now!

Christine was noticeably put off by Beth's demands for a chair, but she had
learned early in her career that losing her cool with offenders was never
the answer. But what was the answer was twisting it around and throwing it
right back at them, in their face. Thus, she responded to Beth with "Oh,
I'm sorry "B". but with cut backs and such the state only allows two chairs
per room now. But if you really are so tired standing then why don't you
kneel down and sit on your haunches right next to Ms Sloan there. I'm sure
your "Mistress" wouldn't mind you doing that. Would you Katherin?"

When Beth heard Christine's reply oozing with sarcasm, and directing it to
Katherin as well as her, she knew she should have never opened her mouth to
begin with.

Katherin's eyes bulged for a moment. She took a deep breath, her eyes
shooting daggers at Christine, but being the very able businesswoman that
she was, she kept her cool and answered back. "My name is Ms Sloan,
Christine, and your idea is a good one. I am sure "B" is very tired after
the long and difficult time she was put through by this so called system of
justice. Pet, come and kneel down beside me."

Since most of Beth's makeup was taken off by her tears when she was back in
the jail cell with Tonya, it was easy to see how many shades of red Beth's
face turned upon hearing Katherin's order. She tried to tell Katherin that
it wasn't really necessary for her to rest anymore. But Katherin replied
with only three short commanding words.

"Pet! Down! Now!"

Beth closed her eyes and bent her head. She had to obey. If Katherin turned
against her now then she was lost for sure. So Beth slowly lowered herself
to the hard floor and then onto her knees. She eased herself backward until
she felt her spike heels jabbing her in the ass. She did not dare look at
Christine's face. For Beth was sure she was delightfully pleased with
herself for being the originator of Beth's current humiliating position.
Beth just sat quietly, her head hung down in complete and total disgrace.

The two women then began to talk about the charges. Beth soon felt the hand
of Katherin compassionately stroking her head. Beth was once again torn
with opposing feelings. Part of her was glad at Katherin's continued show
of affection and support for her. But another part of her felt even more
humiliated at being treated as a well healed dog at their master's side,
petted with dominating love and tenderness.

As time pasted, Beth no longer could keep tract of the conversation. Many
times she thought about interrupting their discussion, but feared doing so
would only make things worst for her. But Beth was really hurting now. Her
shoulders ached terribly, and her former general discomfort was now turning
into spasms of outright pain. She could no longer endure it. That's when
she made another big mistake. She said in a loud clear voice right in the
middle of Christine's counter offer. "EXCUSE ME! But I was told that a man
was called to remove these damn defective handcuffs. Could you PLEASE see
if he arrived yet? They are really starting to hurt me badly now."

Christine knew it was directed at her. She also knew that Beth was probably
justified in asking that they be removed. Even the words Beth used were
more on the order of a submissive request than like her former command for
a chair. But the tone of her voice, now that was all pure condemnation.
And Christine disliked that just as much as being ordered about for a chair
by a bimbo criminal. And to that, add that it was getting late and
Christine was very tired. Put it all together and it made sense for
Christine to say to Katherin, "My, my, my Ms Sloan, I do hope you train
your animal pets with better manners than you do with your human pets."

Beth sighed deeply and shook her head again. She knew Katherin would not
tolerate Christine's blatant insolence because of what she just said. Beth
knew she was about to suffer another indignity at the hand of Katherin,
instigated by her enemy Christine. But what could she do? She was damn if
she did and damn if she didn't. So lost in her depression that Beth was
barely aware of what Katherin's response was.

"You are correct Christine. There is no excuse for bad manners. I must
apologize for my pet's unwelcomed, but NOT without just cause outburst. I
will see to it that it doesn't happen again. AND, if you don't mind, YOU
can see what is keeping that man who is supposed to release my pet from
your crude defective manner of judicial prudence."

Although Christine showed Beth what for, Katherin seemed to show Christine
her come up pence too. The pecking order was well established. Beth was as
far below Christine as Katherin was above her. It might have made Katherin
feel good about her superiority over Christine, but it certainly made Beth
feel a lot worst at her floor kneeing inferiority to both women.

Beth heard Christine's chair squeak against the floor as it was being
forcefully pushed back. At the same time she felt Katherin's hand grab her
hair and pull her head back. Beth's eyes squeezed tightly shut from the
hair pull. She also let out an audible groan of pain that was immediately
stifled with a large nerf ball being forced deep into her mouth. Beth was
totally helpless. She was shackled at ankles, elbows and wrists. She was
kneeling on the floor with her stiletto heals trying to impale her butt
cheeks. Her head was held firmly in place by a hand tightly wrapped around
her hair. And now, a soft foam nerf ball was being stuff into her gapping
mouth and silencing her cries of distress into quiet senseless moans of
pleading mercy.

Beth opened her eyes once. She saw the hand of Katherin cramming that
humongous spongy ball into every unfilled space in her disobeying mouth.
Then she saw Christine looking down on her. Never had she seen another
person look on so joyfully at the distressed plight of another. But then
her mind turned to Tonya when she looked at thing. Tonya and Christine both
had the same gratifying look. Beth quickly shut her eyes closed. She did
not want to see that look again, especially when it was directed at her.
She was not a thing, even though everyone seemed to treat her as one now.

It was done. The pain she once felt in her hair had moved to her over
stretched mouth. Twice in one night, in a manner of hours, Beth's mouth was
full to bursting. In some ways, it almost felt like she was still wearing
that inflatable bladder gag again.

Katherin grabbed Beth's lower jaw and directed her line of sight up and at
her's. She told Beth to open her eyes and look at her. Beth slowly did
hoping not to see Christine looking down at her. She opened her eyes and
into the angry eyes of Katherin. "Now you listen to me pet. Since your ill
manners have embarrassed me in front of the assistant DA and your behavior
is more in line of a spoiled little child than a devoted obedient slave,
then I have no recourse but to punish you as one. Now get up and place
yourself over my knees for a spanking."

Beth's eyes flew wide open as she shook her head no with abandon. How could
Katherin do this to her? Wasn't she here to help her? To rescue her from
the revengeful talons of her college nemesis? To give her a spanking was
bad enough, but to do so in front of Christine was infinitely worst. 'Why
not just cut off my head and give it to Christine on the end of a stick?'
Beth though to herself as she tried to communicate this to Katherin. But
how could she. Her arms were helplessly bound behind her. Her mouth was
packed full with foam, and being restrained at her ankles made it
impossible for her to run away. All she could do was to beg, to plead with
her eyes for Katherin not to do this ultimate act of humiliation before her
sworn enemy.

But Katherin's eyes were cold to Beth's pleas of regret. She told Beth
"Pet, you have a choice. You will either place yourself over my knee now
for twenty hard whacks, or you will put yourself over the knees of
Christine for 50.  Considering how your temper and bad manners were
directed at her, I doubt if she would mind punishing you herself. So, do
you want me or her to spank the naughty little girl that you have become?
Decide now, or I will for you."

The look in Katherin's eyes made the choice easy for Beth. So with tears
rolling down her cheeks like faucets Beth raised herself up and slowly
lowers herself over the knees of Katherin.

Katherin pushed her bound arms off to the side and raised what little was
left by her abbreviated pink latex mini dress. Beth's chubby butt cheeks
were now fully exposed, to her hand and Christine's salivating eyes. A few
seconds of silence passed and then . . . WACK!

This was the worst of Beth's waking nightmare. Her body and mind were in
agony, part from the stinging pain in her ass, but mostly from the intense
shame she felt in her soul. Katherin, her night in shiny armor had turned
into the black knight. With each painful whack she felt herself slipping
further and further into the dark abyss. Her head would jerk up with muffed
screams of torment. Her hands would grab out into the air trying to shield,
trying to stop the violent abuse being done to her burning ass. But
Katherin held her arms firmly off to the side with one hand while the other
continued the punishment. When five slaps had been issued Katherin said "B,
I am so ashamed of you and your bad behavior that I am going to ask your
caring friend Christine if she would not like to finish your punishment by
giving you the remaining 15 whacks upon your arrogant ass. Christine, would
you mind finishing B's punishment? After all, it was you who she offended
the most."

Christine could not believe what she just heard. She was already in heaven
watching Beth get what she deserved at the hand of someone who cares for
her the most. But now, being offered to punish Beth herself, that was the
proverbial cherry on the cake. So excited was Christine that words failed
her. She shook her head yes and moved quickly to were Katherin had Beth
prostrated over her knees.

"All right Christine, considering that Beth's worst nightmare would be in
receiving a spanking from you, it will require me to hold her down with
both my hands. So, whenever you are ready Christine, give it to the very
bad girl as hard as you can. You have 15 whacks to go, enjoy them my dear.
And B, let this be a lesson to you. Maybe next time you will act more like
a proper well trained pet instead of a bad wild one. Christine, you may
begin."

SMACK! Went the first one. So hard it was that even Christine had to rub
the sting out of her palm. The rest followed at random and with as much
force, if not more as Christine could muster. Beth's pain was unending,
physically and emotionally. Misery was compounded by insult and all that
was left her was to accept, endure and pray for a quick end.

To Beth, her spanking, her complete and total degradation at the hands of
her sworn enemy and most trusted friend seem to last a life time. To
Christine, it was over far to quick, even though she relished each and
every slap. To Katherin, it was just something that needed to be done.

Katherin pulled a whimpering Beth off her lap and took hold of her wet jaw.
Several times she had to tell Beth to look at her before she finally did.
"Pet, I want you to get up and go stand in that far corner, facing it. I
don't want to see you. I don't want you to move from that corner until I
tell you too. And I certainly don't want to hear a peep out of you either.
You are being punished like any naughty little schoolgirl would. Once in
your corner I want you to reflect on how this was all your fault. How you
show very bad manners to your friend Christine here. And in so doing you
have embarrassed me, your Mistress, who cares very much for you. You have
hurt two people who are trying to help you. You are a very bad girl pet.
And you should be ashamed of yourself. Now go!"

Beth was lost in an emotional and irrational dilemma and like a weeping,
sniveling, bimbo zombie she shuffled off to the corner directed to her. She
stood there, her wet face almost touching the corner walls. How could all
this be her fault? She tried to rationalize her way out of it but in all
honesty could not. She was rude, indeed hostile to Christine. Maybe she did
change, and was actually going to help her after all. Could she have been
that wrong about how she felt about Christine's motives? And what about
Katherin? Why didn't she help her instead of continuing to humiliate her
every chance she got? She couldn't have deserved all of it. Why didn't
Katherin tell Christine she worked for her? That this was all an
unbelievable misunderstanding. A plan to get rid of a stupid boyfriend and
have a better life in California. But when she searched her emotions, they
too seem to point to her, and not to Katherin, as the person responsible.
She even felt like she was to blame for Katherin's anger towards her. That
Katherin was justified in punishing her for her childish behavior.

Beth was totally lost in the moment. Her butt was burning from the
spanking. Her shoulders and arms were aching terribly from the strain of
being pulled back so brutally by the metal cuffs for so long. Her legs and
ankles were throbbing from the shackles, her high heel shoes and being
forced to remain kneeling on the hard cold floor. And her feelings were
hurt by the way Katherin betrayed her the way she did. Or maybe it was
really her who betrayed Katherin? Beth was so confused and in pain that she
really didn't care anymore. All she wanted now was for it to end, the
sooner the better.

"Christine!" shouted Katherin at the assistant DA. Christine just stood
mesmerized at her former classmate's situation, rubbing her stinging red
palms together to sooth her own physical discomfort. A small price to pay
for such an outstanding act of sadism, to which she played the major role
in. So excited with Beth debasement that Christine began unconsciously
rubbing herself down between her legs until Katherin shouted her name and
shocked Christine out of her mouth watering wet dream.

"You were supposed to check on the status of the man who is to take off B's
handcuff's, remember!" Katherin's voice was definitely commanding now.
Christine was caught so off guard from seeing her long time fantasy come
true and Katherin's dominating presents that for a second she almost
answered with "Yes Mistress". But all she could do was nod her head and
then slowly make her way for the door on the opposite wall from which Beth
stood in the corner of, still whimpering.

Christine opened the door and found an officer standing in the hallway.
They had a short conversation, and then Christine reentered the room and
closer the door. She slowly walked back to the table her eyes staring at
the bright red ass of her college foe. She slowly sat back down in the
chair, still staring, and still smiling from ear to ear.

"Well?" Katherin made another audible command to Christine.

Christine was again startled out of her pleasure state and finally turned
her attention to Katherin. "They said he is on his way and will be here in
about 20 minuets."

"Good! Twenty minuets should be all the time we need to wrap this up.
Correct Christine?" Katherin knew this was the time to play her hand, to
take control of the situation, to play hard ball. Christine was totally
distracted by Beth's horrendous situation and Katherin would use that to
make a deal with Christine for Beth's freedom.

Thirty minuets later a knock was heard on the door. A strong woman's voice
was heard saying, "ENTER". A short thin middle age man came in. He said he
was here for the defective handcuffs. A mature regal like woman sitting at
the table pointed to a corner. The man squinted his eyes through his heavy
bifocal glasses and when he was able to focus his mouth dropped to the
floor. In the corner he saw a woman in pink latex. Her arms were bound
behind her in handcuffs. Her skirt was raised up around her waist
displaying a totally naked derriere that still had a subdue red glow about
it. He was about to say something, but the woman of status looked at him
sternly and told him to go and remove the cuffs, and to pay NO attention to
the girl wearing them. His only concern was removing the three pairs of
defective cuffs and then to get out.

The man was so shaken that he seem to continuously stumble on his way to
the girl in the corner. He glanced at the table a couple of times and
noticed another woman there. She much younger and hard at work writing on
one of many papers scattered in front of her.

Christine took one final exhausted look at the folder and said to Katherin
"Well, I guess that does it. I'll go and run this down with my boss for his
ok. I don't see any trouble though. I'll be right back in about 10 - 20
minuets, ok?"

"That will be fine Christine, the quicker we finish this the sooner we can
put this all behind us."

Christine smiled in agreement. She stood and took one more look at Beth.
The funny little man was blocking her view. He had already removed Beth's
ankle cuffs and was now working on her wrist cuffs and obscure most of her
view. She sighs, grinned and left the room.

A couple of minutes after she left, the little man was putting his little
tools away. He gathered his toolbox and the three pairs of cuffs and
scurried out of the room. He didn't even look at Katherin, let alone ask
why a hooker was handcuffed and standing in the corner like a disobedient
child after a bad spanking. Seconds later he too was gone. Leaving Katherin
siting at the table and Beth standing facing the corner with her hands at
her side and her butt still fully exposed. She was as still and quiet as
the air in the room.

Katherin turned in her chair. She slowly stood up and walked over to Beth.
She took a minute to look at her chastised pet. She reached out and began
to gently rub Beth's upper arms and shoulders, but Beth pulled herself away
from Katherin's concerned touch and moved deeper into the corner. Katherin
smiled and put her fingers over her lips to hold back a giggle. Beth was
acting like the proverbial hurt little child and this though made Katherin
laugh to herself. She thought it was so funny how well Beth was acclimating
to her supposed play role in life. It seems, even to her, that it took less
and less of a conscious effort on Beth's part to stay in character now.

"Poor, poor B. I am so sorry I had to do that to you sweaty, but you,
Christine and the whole awful situation left me no other choice." Katherin
began to rub Beth's arms where the cuffs sank there metal gums in and this
time Beth did not pull away. She pulled Beth close to her so she could
whisper in her ear. "Really Beth, I had no choice. I had to play it this
way. It was our only way out!"

Beth's eyes open and she turned to face Katherin. She heard her use her
real name, Beth. It seemed like years since Katherin had ever called her
that. Maybe Katherin didn't betray her after all? Maybe there was a reason,
a method to her dominating madness towards her. Beth looked into Katherin's
warm compassionate eyes and found herself starting to cry.

Katherin pulled Beth into a full loving embraced, and this time Beth
hugged her back with all the love and joy her aching body could muster.

"There, there pet, let's go sit down and while I clean up your wet dirty
face I will explain to you why I did what I had to do. And why you are
going to have to do what you need to do too." Like mother and daughter the
two walked over to the chairs with their arms around each other in comfort
and support. Just before they sat down Katherin had to tell Beth to lower
her skirt back over her warm butt. Beth was becoming so obedient and simple
minded with each passing day.

Katherin took a handkerchief from her purse and began to clean up Beth's
face while telling her the why of it all. Beth sat there like a poor little
child on their tender burning butt ready to listen to their parent's tale
why she had to discipline her so. And all the while, that nerf ball was
still deep in Beth's mouth with no attempt by Katherin or Beth to remove
it. More and more the submissive slave status was becoming ingrained into
Beth's new growing personality.

Katherin told Beth why she chose not to tell Christine that she was her
boss. She knew what charges Beth had been arrested on from the desk
sergeant, prostitution being the major one. In addition to this, she
accidently overheard Christine and Beth's initial pensive conversation
while they were alone together in the interrogation room. Putting two and
two together, she gathered that Christine was really not her friend, and
in fact, could seriously be out to do her a world of hurt. A fact she soon
found out to be true with Katherin's own conversation with Christine. Beth
felt the heaviness in her spirit lift when Katherin confirmed her own
suspicion that Christine was really out to get her.

At this point Katherin surmised that by telling Christine she was Beth's
boss, Christine might have though by boss she meant "Madame", as in pimp.
Once Christine had that thought in her head then she could quite possibly
be after Katherin as well. So Katherin had to think up some kind of benign
relationship that existed between the two of them to ward off that negative
connotation.

Katherin was too old for the two of them to be just girlfriend. So she had
to hint at something a little more intimate without saying it out right.
The old philosophy of a little information can go a long way did have some
merit in situations like this. And considering the way Beth was dressed she
also had to make Christine think that this special relationship was even a
bit on the kinky side too. Again without coming out and admitting to it.
That is why she had no choice but to treat Beth as her very own private
slave girl in front of Christine the way she did.

Beth's heavy heart lightened tremendously when she heard of Katherin's
explanation. She even felt a little shame and guilty for having thought
that Katherin might have betrayed her.

From their preliminary conversation Katherin told Beth how Christine was
really out to get her. She was very intent on getting her pound of flesh
from Beth to the point of making it her personal goal to see to it that
Beth do jail time. An outcome that would ruin all their hard work so far
not to mention their future plans as well.

Beth's heart missed a beat when she heard that.

Given Christine's need for revenge and Beth's increasing antagonism toward
Christine, the situation only left Katherin with one solution. To humiliate
Beth with a spanking, and at the hands of her villainous friend Christine.
The result of which, that Christine would have obtained her much needed
revenge upon Beth, and Beth would finally stop making a bad situation
worst. Then Katherin could negotiate a deal with an appeased Christine and
maybe keep Beth from going to jail. Which was exactly what she was able to
do in the end.

Katherin explained to Beth there was no other way. Formidable problems
require drastic solutions. And that was all she could come up with. She
hoped Beth would understand and forgive her for taking matters, and her, in
her own hands like she did.

When Beth heard that she threw her arms around Katherin and hugged her with
all her might. She truly had a good trusted friend with Katherin. She was
even glad that the nerf ball was still stuffed in her mouth. This way she
could not tell Katherin how she though how she might had betrayed her and
then how she wished all manners of ill will upon her too.

Katherin gently pushed Beth away and told her about the deal she made for
her, for both of them.

"Now listen to me real good B. The deal I made with Christine will allow
you to go free tonight. BUT, you must sign some papers first. Keep in mind
those papers will mean NOTHING when we get out to California. Besides they
only go into effect for a limited amount of time before they become null
and void all by themselves. You have to trust me B. I did the best I could.
And this was the best deal I could make under the circumstances. You are
going to have to sign them B, tonight, and in front of a judge. Else you
will be going back to jail, stand trial for your crimes, and most certainly
will receive some long prison sentence to serve. Do you understand how
important it is for you to sign those papers B? You have to do this if you
want to come to California with me and start your brand new life at my
right hand as a corporate executive."

Beth shook her head yes, with complete trust in Katherin. Whatever those
papers were, whatever it forced her to do, she will sign them all. Her
trust in Katherin was absolute and undying. She will never doubt her again.
Katherin was a shrewd businesswoman and a very good friend. She will never
again doubt Katherin's benevolent interest in her. To this and all else she
pledges to herself, and to Katherin -- her true white knight.

A short time later, three women found themselves in Judge Barbara Stone's
chambers. The lady judge was old, probably in her 60's. Her hair was gray
and short. Her face had the lines of stress and wisdom. She wore the long
black robes symbolic of objectivity and justice under the law. She called a
short recess from the trail she was presiding over, and in that short time
she was now going to witness Beth's signing of some official documents.

The lady judge sat before Beth behind a large dark oak desk. To the left of
Beth sat her college foe and criminal antagonist Christine. To her right
sat her salvation and dear friend Katherin. All three of those women
reflected intelligence, power, and a desire to see justice done. And all
three were impeccable role models for today's modern young woman.

Beth on the other hand stood in the middle of them on her glowing pink
stiletto heels. She wore a bubble gum pink latex mini dress that
practically displayed all of her luscious feminine attributes in virtual
naked splendor. She had to remain very still else the crackling of her
glowing latex dress and gloves would have sounded like bombs going off in
the dead silence of the lady judge's chambers.

The contrast was dramatic. Three women symbolizing integrity, morality, and
human dignity with a touch of feminine pride. And one woman, a gusted up
tart, a blonde bimbo with all the trimmings, an affront against women of
quality everywhere, stood center stage in bright pink florescences. A
statuesque sex object of tit's, ass and pouting red lips. Three,
representing a woman for all seasons. The one, representing a simple fuck
toy, to be used sexually by anyone with enough bucks to pay for an hour of
her time. And this contrast was not lost on Beth either. Again, all she
wanted was for it to be over with as soon as possible, no matter what the
cost.

The judge was seriously reviewing the papers before her through her thick
glasses. Less than a minute passed when she said to Beth while still
reading the papers "Have you read and agreed to the contents of these
documents young lady?"

Beth shook her head yes and murmured an audible yes.

"Speak up dear, I didn't hear what you said" the lady judge retorted back
at Beth.

Again Beth shook her head and made an effort to make a louder sound of
affirmation to the intensely studious judge. She would have said the word
yes, but with the nerf ball still filling her mouth she though it would be
better not to say anything. Less chance of her humiliating herself any more
than she had, dressed as she was in the judge's chambers.

The judge, a bit perturbed now, looked up at Beth and asked her "Is there
something wrong with your mouth young lady?"

Beth's eyes grew wide with fear, as she shook her head no. Her big gaudy
earrings making a distinct rattling sound in the process.

"Good, then tell me in plane English if you understand what is in these
important documents?"

Beth's head dropped down as her eyes closed in shame. Then she tried to say
the word yes, but it came out all muffled and totally unclear, compliments
of that large ball of foam.

The judge looked up at her with a questioned look. She quickly took off her
bifocals and asked Beth in a firm voice "Is there something in your mouth?"

Beth shook her head yes, her eyes remaining down cased as her hands
fidgeted with themselves behind her back, The sound of creaking latex
echoing in the room.

A stern direct tone came from the lady judge commanding Beth to take
whatever it was out of her mouth and to answer her question post haste.

Beth glanced over to Katherin who with a little smile on her face nodded
her head yes. Beth then began to dig that damn nerf ball out of her mouth.
It never even occurred to Beth that she looked to Katherin for permission
first before taking the sponge ball out. Even after being given a direct
order to do so by a high court judge.

The judge looked on with only partial amazement. She had been a judge far
too long not to see the many ways of how a person could humiliate
themselves so casually in front of her. This was just another one of those
times.

Beth finally got the thing out and quickly hid it behind her back like a
child hiding a cookie that it secretly stole from the cookie jar. She
coughed once, twice, her mouth was dry. She then swallowed hard and said in
her girlish voice "yes". She looked at Katherin who gave her a stern look
with one raised eyebrow. Beth then repeated herself and added "Yes, your
honor." She quickly remembered the value of good manners. She even rubbed
one of her butt cheeks to emphasize that fact on how hard a lesson it was
for her to learn.

"Well, if you have read and agreed to the contents of these papers, then I
see no reason for you not to sign them. Here is a pen young lady. Sign at
the bottom of each where noted by a "X"."

'Three papers?' Beth thought to herself. But there was only suppose to be
two. Katherin said there would only be two. One was a document stating that
she was a full-blown lesbian and would never ever thing of having sex with
a man. Katherin said Christine demanded this, part because it was just a
little extra dash of revenge on her part, and to help negate the
prostitution charge. Being dressed as a sexpot while standing on a street
corner without any underwear on and caring a bag full of condoms would be
a hard thing to disprove to a jury that she wasn't in fact a bonafide trick
turning prostitute. So having her sign a document stating as fact that she
was a homosexual, a die-hard lesbian, would help immensely in getting that
charge dropped.

The second paper was to give Katherin power of attorney over Beth. Again,
Katherin told Beth this was what Christine would only deal down to. She
though by giving Katherin power of attorney over Beth, then she would be
held responsible for Beth's future actions. Thus there would then be a good
chance that this sort of thing would never happen again. Beth trusted
Katherin completely, and agreed with this part of the deal too. She had no
reason to doubt Katherin's intentions. Besides, as Katherin told her, both
documents would become null and void in California anyway.

But the third? Katherin didn't tell her about a third. The judge noticed
Beth's hesitation.

"Do you have a problem in signing these documents young lady? You just
finished telling me that you have already read them and fully understood
their meaning. Why are you wasting this courts valuable time by delaying?
Sign the papers now or go back to jail, I don't have all night. Now
choose!"

Beth's face showed fear. In no way did she want to go back to jail, period.
She took a quick look over at Katherin. Katherin gave her a compassionate
smile and nodded her head as if saying go ahead, trust me, everything will
be all right just as soon as you sign the papers. Beth face showed a sign
of relief. She then strutted up to the judge's desk, her latex clothes
making all sorts of seductive creaking sounds. She picked up the pen and
then bent down to sign the bottom line of all three documents.

The lady judge leaned back into her chair. The view of Beth's full ripen
breasts almost bouncing out of her very low cut pink dress was too much for
her honor to take in up close. The lady judge took a deep breath and sigh.
She wondered what was happening to the young people of society these days.
To allow themselves to be turned into mindless freaks of depraved sexuality
without a care for their own self worth was beyond her understanding. Lucky
for her she was nearing retirement and would no longer have to deal with
degenerate people like this much longer.

Beth tried to see what the third paper was but they where all arranged over
one another with just the bottom of the documents showing where her name
went. The top one was her lesbian identity affidavit and the other two were
covered by it.

Beth put the pen down and stood up again. She felt a wave of goose bumps
flow over her exposed flesh as if she just fell out of the frying pan and
into the fire. Her eyes were still cast down. She didn't dare look at the
judge even after she took a couple of steps back to where she originally
stood. This time she did remember to pull down her raised skirt when she
was again standing at attention with her hands behind her grasping her ever
present soggy nerf ball.

The judge quickly signed the documents making them official. She then told
all parties that these proceedings were officially over. The assistant DA
would file the documents and everyone was free to go. She rose from her
desk and headed back into the courtroom without a single look back.

Christine rose from her chair and picked up the documents. She walked over
to Katherin and shook her hand saying she was glad a mutual agreement could
be reach without Beth going to jail. She then told Katherin that she could
be reached at the DA's office whenever she was ready for her. She looked at
Beth, smiled and told her she was looking forward to seeing her again real
soon. She then turned and left the room.

Beth was a bit perplexed by what Christine said to Katherin, and to her as
well. She watched intently as her hated foe left the room. If she had
anything to say about it, she would never see that bitch again as long as
she lived.

At that moment Katherin stepped in front on Beth, took hold of her face in
her hands and gave her a soft warm kiss. Beth closed her eyes and accepted
the kiss from her Mistress. This time, she even used her own tongue to play
with Katherins'.

Katherin was the first to slowly break this mutual endearing act of love.
She gently shook Beth's head to nudge the sleeping beauty from her pleasant
dreamy state.

"Wake up sleepy head. We have a lot to do and very little time to do it in.
YOU are out of this mess, but WE still have Paul on our heels. The board
just released the news that I am to head the California branch. It is now
official, which means they will want me to get out there as soon as
possible. We have only two days left to dump Paul and for you to come with
me. I have a plan that will get rid of Paul once and for all in the short
time we have left. This is a do or die situation B. You have to trust me
like you never trusted me before. It is going to be hard for you, that
cannot be helped, but the rewards for success will be more than
compensatory. I need you to follow my orders quickly and to the letter if
this is going to work B. I have all the confidence in the world that it
will work too. Are you with me on this B?"

The answer for Beth was easy. "Yes Mistress Katherin. I am yours, in mind,
body and soul." She remembers those words. Those same words she almost
spoke to Tonya a few hours ago. She was very glad she was able to say them
to Katherin, her Mistress, her owner. For a little while at least.

"Good B. Now, put that ball back into your mouth and follow me." Katherin
turned and left the room.

Beth immediately followed her, taking two mincing steps to her one, and
trying as quickly as she could to force that big nerf ball back into her
mouth. As she followed Katherin she could hear people giggling, laughing
and making snide remarks at the pink bimbo trying to eat a large piece of
sponge. But it didn't matter to Beth, she no longer felt humiliated at what
she was, or what was doing. Her White Knight was there for her when she
needed her the most. And if Katherin didn't mind people laughing at her
then she didn't either. Besides, it would all be over very soon. The
promise land was there before her. All she had to do was whatever Mistress
Katherin said and it would all be hers for the taking.

Again two footsteps were heard walking down the hall. One, a woman's
footsteps in low heels, impeccably dressed and a determined look of
confidence and drive on her face. The other, another woman, a bimbo street
slut in pink, her gate with small mincing steps had a sexy swagger to it.
She too emitted a look of confidence and eagerness, one that made every man
who seen her drool with sexual craving for her.

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Part 8 coming soon

Beth experiences a hair raising event.