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 this subject matter offends you
or you are not an adult of legal age.

A special thanks to Ted E. Bear for helping me proof read this!



                 "Out of the Frying Pan and into the Fire"

                                by Musker

                       Inspired by and dedicated to
                            a very special Muse.

                                (part 4)

The workday had ended and so was their meal. Tonight, Katherine and Beth had
dined out at a local Chinese restaurant. It was a small out of the way
place with good food and a nice warm atmosphere. They received their usual
concerned stares and whispers about how Beth looked and was treated by her
questionable friend, Mistress Katherine. They both knew this public display
of theirs was necessary if they wanted Paul out of their lives forever.
Thus, after their meal they both left as they came in. The austere woman of
distinction followed by the flashy dressed submissive bimbo.

While driving back to her apartment building Katherine took an unexpected
turn and then pulled the car off to the side of the curb. She put the car
in park, but kept the engine running.

"Ok B, I want you to go into that corner store and get two items, a pack
of bubble gum and a carton of condoms. Here is the money. And make sure you
get the correct change this time. My word B, lately you have been living up
to your scattered brain status." Katherine tucked a $50 bill in the cleavage
of Beth's bulging breasts.

"Yes Mistress, B understands your concern." Beth didn't think she deserved
that last comment. She only messed up once and that was by accident.

"Mistress, why does B need to buy condoms?" inquired a disquieting Beth as
she ponder what Katherine might have in mind for her with all those latex
cock sheaths.

"Oh for goodness sakes! Must I explain everything to you B? You're my bimbo
slave girl, remember? You are just to DO, not ask any questions. But just this once
I'll tell you. They're a gag gift for a friend of mine. Satisfied nosey slave girl?"

"Yes Mistress Katherine, B is sorry for asking you why Mistress. B will do
better next time Mistress." Beth breathed a sigh of relief when she heard
that she was not the intended orifice to be filled by said items.

"That's a good slave. Now, when you're done just wait for me outside that
store, right over there on that corner. I will be going to an ATM a couple
blocks away and will be only a few minutes. Do you have any questions about
that too slave girl B?" Katherine's voice was very sarcastic this time.

"No Mistress, B understands completely. B will do exactly what you told
her to do, Mistress."

"Good! Now give your Mistress a nice little kiss and get yourself going."

Beth knew what Katherine wanted and it wasn't a simple little peck on the
cheek. Beth had to lean forward as much as she could making sure her tits
were thrust up and out as far as they would go without popping out of her
tight dress. She then had to close her eyes, really pucker up her bright
pink lips, and tilt her head back so her big smooching mouth seemed to
dominate her whole slutty face.

Katherine would let her stay like that for awhile. Sometimes she would
affectionately stroke Beth's face and down along her smooth feminine neck.
Other times she would take her fingertips and slowly trace along the rim
of full supple lips. Of course when she did this Beth knew that sooner or
later Katherine would then stick her finger between her lips and deep into
her mouth, sometimes two or three at a time. That was her cue to begin
sucking on them. Her cheeks would slowly cave in on themselves as Beth made
little sensuous moans of pleasure, even though she felt embarrassed beyond
belief. Katherine would then enthusiastically explore her slave girl's warm
passionate mouth. She would rub her fingers over the top of Beth's delicate
sensitive tongue and then along the smooth slippery surface of her inner
cheeks. Beth was glad that Katherine ordered her to keep her eyes close for if
she happened to see someone on the outside watching her give Katherine's
finger a first class blowjob she would have been embarrassed to tears.

But tonight Katherine was merciful. She only let a few minutes go by before
she gave Beth a little peck on the lips. After that Beth left the car and
headed for the store while Katherine drove away.

Beth never relished this part. She knew Katherine did it on purpose. Her
excuse was for Paul to see her alone in public still playing her bimbo role
to the hilt. That is why Beth was now forced to walk half a block in order
to get to the store. Katherine wanted Paul, as well as everyone else, to see
how bimbo B dressed for work on casual Friday. That was a little joke
Katherine liked to tell Beth. But Beth really didn't see much humor in it
since the joke was on her, or more appropriately WAS her.

Today Beth was the essence of a street slut. She wore her standard six-inch
heels in hot pink. On her arms were fingerless, shoulder length, latex
gloves, also in glowing pink which also matched her nail polish. She wore a
body hugging shoulder strapped latex mini dress, again in dazzling
flourescent pink. Even her big hair and heavy makeup favored the trailer
trash pink color. Pink might have been a symbolic color of femininity for
the average woman, but the hot pink that Beth wore screamed "hot bitch
on the hoof, come and get me baby!"

It seemed like strutting down the sidewalk, parading her bimbo character
without inhibitions, was becoming second nature for Beth. She no longer
had to make a conscious effort to roll her hips, bounce her tits, wag her ass,
or even wave her arms as she walked along. She thought the reason was
because of her restrictive clothes and stiletto heels. But in reality Beth
was re-identifying herself on the inside as well as out. She was no longer
simply playing a role, but in fact was taking on the permanent identity of
a bimbo. Even if she was able to dress like she did once upon a time, she
would still find herself doing the bump and grind prance of a Las Vegas
show girl.

After walking past the barrage of wolf whistles and salacious invitations
by smiling drooling men, not to mention the angry stares and name calling of
"slut", "whore" and "tramp" by women, she finally made it to the store. She
began to wonder why such a derogatory experience like that no longer
affected her as much as it once did. Poor Beth, she was in full denial of
what she was unconsciously becoming.

Once in the store she was relieved to see only two people inside, a middle
age woman behind the cash register and another slightly older woman, a
customer, dressed very conservatively talking with her. They both had
rather stern looks on their faces as they watched her swaggered into the
store. Beth thought the best move here was to get what she needed and leave
as quickly as possible.

Beth found the gum on the bottom shelf. Normally, when she was her "normal"
old self, she would have bent at her knees to get the gum. But all the training 
Mistress Katherine had pushed on her seemed to become the norm now.
Beth picked up the gum by keeping her legs straight and then bending over
at the waist. Of course, when she did this, she exposed her entire naked butt
to the women. Why she didn't turn her butt in the other direction she
didn't know. Of course such a display like that shocked both women as
they each gasped with insulted surprise. When Beth realized what she was
doing she immediately bent back up, covered her butt with her hands and
turned around quickly facing the women. A surprised big eyed, open mouth
pout was now an engraved part of Beth's air head repertoire. But this only
added insult to the women's already emotional injury. For the tight skirt
part of her latex dress was caught up around her waist. Poor bimbo Beth,
she was flashing her naked shaved pussy at the two women now.

Shocked and outraged at the horrendous manners of this obscene and
disgraceful street slut in flamboyant pink, the two woman turned away
muttering "bitch" and "whore" under their breaths. Beth knew she made an
absent minded mistake and was going to apology to both women but they
turned their attention away from her, ignoring her completely. She then
thought it best if she just hurried on through with her task before things
got any worst.

Red faced, Beth pulled down her dress and then tried to find the condoms
with no luck. So, reluctantly, she walked up to the register and ask the 
cashier for some condoms. Once again her training as a bimbo dominated 
over her normal speaking voice as the words came out all high pitched and 
kind of squeaky like. She even giggled nervously afterwards, completely
oblivious that she had even done so.

The cashier excused herself from the other woman and went to get the item
Beth wanted. She returned with a single packet and tossed it on the counter
in front of Beth as she went to ring up the purchase. The cashier wanted as
little to do with this tramp as was necessary.

Beth looked down at the item and again in a high pitched voice said to the
cashier "Excuse me, but B needs to have a carton of these condoms, not just
one." Beth knew how stupid it was as soon as she said it. She referred to
herself in the third person and called herself the letter "B", her slave
name. How could something so easy be turned into such a horrible nightmare.
It seemed no matter how hard she tried she still kept on screwing things
up. Maybe she was becoming a bit air headed like Katherine said after all.

The cashier looked at her in disdain. She was angry. She marched over to
the item on the back shelf talking to herself quieting about how incredibly
stupid some women are. She picked up the carton, walked back to the counter
still muttering angrily, slammed the article down on the counter and then
began to ring up the sale using the cash register as a punching bag.

Beth knew the cashier's anger was directed at her, as she felt her face
turning a deeper shade of red. She didn't bother to look at the other woman
who she knew was watching this interaction with as much anger, contempt
and loathing as the cashiers'.

The cashier told her the total and Beth reached between her breast for the
money. By this time Beth was very nervous and the harder she tried to
retrieve the money between her protruding breasts the further down between
them it went. After a few more minuets of digging she pulled out the fifty
dollar bill. Her full ripen breasts almost followed with it. She then handed
it to the cashier.

The cashier couldn't believe what just happened. She looked at the money as
if it was diseased and shook her head no. Beth became anxious and started
doing her little girl routine for asking permission to go to the washroom.
She began moving up and down, with her breasts bouncing obscenely. Her
hands began flapping around in mid air with the money. And a grave
distressed expression formed over her entire heavily made-up face. Then in
her pitiful girly voice she pleaded with the cashier to please take the
soiled money.

The cashier started to laugh. Her anger was replaced with humor by the
comedic antics of her indecent bimbo customer. The other woman too 
saw the hilarity of it all and was soon laughing out loud at the site of the
bizarre woman in glowing pink. The two woman began pointing and
sarcastically calling her "Cry baby!", and asking "Does baby want her bottle?"
and suggested that "Maybe the poor baby wet herself and needs her diaper
changed."  The two women were becoming hysterical with laughter at Beth's
expense.

At this point all Beth wanted was to get the hell out of there. She dropped
the bill on the counter, took her bagged chewing gum and carton of condoms,
and high tailed it out. Katherine, Mistress Katherine, would surely understand
why she didn't wait for change after Beth tells her what happened. Wouldn't she?

Once outside Beth looked for Katherine's car, but it was no where to be
found. She wanted to run as far away from the store as she could, but she
had to follow orders and wait for Katherine to pick her up. She already
screwed up the purchase. She feared a second mishap would bring even 
more unwanted torment upon her at the hands of her Mistress, or fate. So 
she waited at the corner.

Beth looked like the typical street corner prostitute on the prowl for a
deep pocket John. She was strutting her delicious self back and forth
waiting for Mistress's return. Sometimes she would stand still, but took on
the bimbo pose she was trained to do by Katherine. She even mindlessly popped
some bubbles with the gum in her mouth to help alleviate the tension that was
building up inside of her and that too added to her cheap whore character 
appearance. Her bimbo persona had now become an instinctive response for Beth.
Going back to her normal self would not be as easy as she might have thought.

Her exotic presence on the corner did not go unnoticed. Many a passerby and
drivers of cars driving by would comment on her being a prostitute. Asking her
how much would a fine tit and ass bitch like herself charge for a blow job, or a 
pussy fuck, or taking it up her hot, sexy, tight ass. Beth was amazed, insulted
and angered at how she was addressed by the local cavemen, not to mention
the one or two of the women folk who found her appealing too. She was about 
to yell all sorts of foul and disgusting comments back at them, but remembering
how she handled the shop keeper a little while ago she decided to just ignore 
them. Better to be thought of as whore than to speak and remove all doubt. But
she could not ignore them completely as her nervous agitated state showed. Her
movements became even more pronounced as her bouncing tits, grinding hips
and gum popping synchronization made things a hundred times worst.

A few minutes went by and when all of a sudden a police car pulled up. Two 
women cops got out and walked over to her. Beth knew she was in serious trouble
now and prayed that Katherine would show up soon, real soon.

A conversation began between her and the two policewomen. They told her
they received a call that a woman matching her description was turning
tricks on this corner. Beth was stunned. It had to be the women in the store
who called them and told such lies. Beth told them what had happened,
but her high pitch voice made her side of the story sound stupid, as the
grinning faces on the policewomen attested to.

It seem the more Beth tried to explain her situation the more she made the
case against herself. It was going from bad to worst fast for Beth, but she
still had not hit bottom.

The police finally asked her for ID. She had none. They asked her what was
in the paper bag. She reluctantly showed them the carton of rubbers. They
asked her if she was wearing any underwear. Beth crossed her hands in front
of her crotch, lowered her face in shame and shook her head no. The police
told her they had no choice. They had to take her in.

Beth tried to plead with them not to, to let her go, that her Mistress would
soon be here and she would explain everything. The two officers just
began laughing at her antics. It was hard to take some bimbo street whore
seriously, especially one so well established in her role. They each took
one of her arms and began to lead her to the squad car.

Beth resisted them. Still maintaining they were making a mistake. All they
had to do was wait for Katherine. To give her a second chance. But the more
Beth resisted the more serious the policewomen became. It got to the point
were the officers had to use force on Beth. They handcuffed her wrists behind
her back, but Beth increased her resistance. The policewomen had to use
another pair of handcuffs on her arms just above her elbows. Their added
tension on her body slowed her down, but didn't stop her. The cops then
added a pair of leg irons, bigger handcuff, which locked around her ankles.
This made Beth a lot easier to handle as they forced her into the back seat
of the police car.

This is where Beth really lost it. She started to yell and scream profanities
 at the officers. She told them in no uncertain terms that they were making
a big mistake. All they had to do was wait a few more minutes for Katherine
to show up and all would be explained away. That they were really stupid 
cops. That THEY were the real bimbo's not her, and she would see to it that
they would loose there jobs and have to become street whores themselves
in order to make a living. Beth was adding the icing to the cake. She was 
acting exactly like an irate vulgar prostitute being placed under arrest.

Now it was the two policewomen who had had enough. They had a short
conversation between themselves about using some kind of new device to
quiet down boisterous and profane offenders. They each left the car and
opened the trunk. Beth tried to follow them with her eyes while at the same
time trying desperately to work her arms free from the handcuffs. But all
she worked free was her tight skirt up around her waist and one of her
breasts popped out and was now fully exposed in all its bouncing jiggling
glory.

The next thing Beth knew was that both policewomen entered the backseat of
the car, one on each side of her. She continued her ranting and raving when
one of the female cops suddenly grabbed her chin in one hand and pinched
her nose close with her other.

Beth tried to break free but the policewoman was far too strong for her.
She tried to keep her mouth shut, but she soon found she needed air to
breath. She opened her mouth a little and the officer pinched the sides of
her cheeks into her mouth causing them to rub on her teeth. This hurt Beth
and the only way she found to alleviate the pain was to open her mouth
more. Again the lady cop pushed her cheeks inward. Soon Beth had her
mouth completely wide open, kept that way by the officer's grip on her 
lower face.

At this point Beth began to make distress noises and cuss at the cops again,
but most of the words came out sounding funny. The officer took her hand 
away from Beth's nose and rapidly clamp it behind Beth's head. She was
in full control of Beth's head as she forcibly stretched it up and out. This 
made Beth look like a baby bird ready to receive a worm from her parents.

Beth watched in wide eyed horror as the other cop held what looked like a
black fat stubby cigar in front of her mouth. It had some sort of small
black tube leading from the back of it. As the rounded end approached her
beckoning mouth she heard one of the cops say "Open wide slut and say
ahhhhh!!"

Beth closed her eyes tightly as the thing was pushed into her gaping mouth.
It tasted foul, like rubber as it slipped over her tongue. She heard a noise, 
like hissing. Then she felt the thing begin to expand inside her. Beth began
to fight in earnest now, but being restrained in metal cuffs and held so 
firmly by the other cop her best efforts all went for naught. Her words 
became intense moans and groans of mercy as the lady cop continued to
pump the squeeze bulb. The growing thing forced her tongue down flat as
it advanced out beyond her teeth and into her cheeks. At this time the other
cop took her fingers from the sides of Beth's face and cupped her chin,
still holding Beth's head in a vice like grip, but allowing the rubber
bladder to further expand without resistance.

Both cops began to smile and chuckle at how funny Beth was beginning to
look. The inflating bladder ballooned out her cheeks, lips and mouth far
more than one would ever think possible. Her bulging cheeks and mouth
dominated her lower face to the point that she looked like some surreal
cartoon character from a damsel in distress comic strip. And the word
"Distress" accurately described Beth's plight perfectly.

"Hey Mary, how far are we suppose to keep pumping this thing up? My hand is
getting tired." said the lady cop who momentary stopped pumping to flex her
hand and fingers from their current cramping.

"Well Erica, according to the manual, until the offender quiets down
significantly. Here, lets see what happens when I release my grip." The
other policewoman slowly let go of Beth's head.

Beth just sat there, her eyes squinted and looking straight ahead. She was
too overwhelmed with her bloated, aching mouth, to be aware of her head
being set free.

"Well, I'll be," said Erica. "I do believe that device does work after all."

"It sure looks like it. I wonder if they make one to keeps kids quiet."
Mary said jokingly. At which point both women began laughing.

Their laughter somehow woke Beth from her trance like state, and thinking
they were laughing at her again she became reanimated. She began to move
her head from side to side trying to get that damn thing out of her mouth.
Her antics were far less robust than before, with much of her rekindled
rebellion displayed in the chaotic swinging movements of the rubber squeeze
ball. But the officers didn't want to take the chance of possibly losing
control of there captured prisoner again. So the other policewoman tried to
grasp the flaying squeeze bulb. And on the third attempt she grabbed it.
Now it was her turn to puff up Beth's severely distended mouth even more.
But as hard as she tried neither cop could see much more enhancement.
However, Beth sure felt it. With no more room to expand outward, the rubber
bladder began to travel to the back of her throat. When it became all to
clear to Beth that the rubber thing might cause her to gag, she immediately
stopped all movement and squeezed her eyes tightly shut.

"Wow, did you see that Erica?" the surprised Mary noted to her partner.

"Yea, I sure did. Looks like that's it. Damn if this thing doesn't do a
fine job." And with that Mary stopped pumping the bulb.

A few seconds later Erica started to unscrew the tube connection at the
bladder's end. She tried to tug it off, but for some reason it wouldn't
disconnect itself like the manual said it would. She became a little
frustrated and soon found herself placing one hand over Beth's face and
the other wrapped around the tubing. She pulled with one hand and 
forced Beth's face back with the other. Beth just remained quiet because
she was in dreaded fear of choking to death. Finally a crack and snap
was heard, followed by an audible "Oh SHIT!"

Erica broke the connector off, but the bladder still remained full. "Well,
looks like your gonna have to wear that thing for awhile slut. My partner
here has done broken the connector and we have no idea on how to let the
air out."

"No big deal." said a casual Erica "We'll find someone at the precinct to
get it off. Besides, I'm gonna enjoy the quiet ride back." Again both
officers were laughing as they left Beth alone in the backseat and took
their position in front. They started the car and both took one last look
at their prisoner. Again a big smile crossed their faces. Their half nude
slut looked so funny and sad at the same time. Erica put the car in gear
and slowly drove off.

Beth settled back in her seat. She turned to her side and rested her head
on the top of the seat with her eyes staring blankly out the door window.
Her arms were bound securely and painfully behind her at elbows and wrists.
One breast was squeezed tightly against her low cut latex bodice. It's soft
firm flesh bulged threateningly over the edge of the material. Her other
breast was already totally exposed and flopping around as the squad car 
drove down the pothole infested street. Her mouth was stuffed beyond
capacity like a greedy hamster storing food to overflowing in her cheek pouches.

Then she saw it. Katherine's car was exiting the parking lot and onto the
street and going in the opposite direction than she was. She tried to get
the attention of the two women cops, but gagged so severely all she could
do was make a low grade moan that even she could barely hear. She tried to
move her body to get their attention, but in her severely bound state it
was very slow going. She strained to look out the back window and saw
the red taillights on the back of Katherine's car go on. She must be at the
corner looking for me she thought. Again she tried to get the officers
attention, but all of a sudden she found herself flying off the backseat
and onto the floor. The cop car had come to an abrupt stop.

She grunted and strained as she tried desperately to regain her seat. After
no more than a minute or two she finally worked herself to a kneeling
position on floor. She stretched herself erect and again looked out the
back window to see Katherine's car turning the corner. The patrol car took
off and Beth's face was pushed hard forward into the back seat. This time
when she was finally able to look out the back window again Katherine's
car was gone from her view. The image of that vacant corner was fading 
from view as the patrol car moved along further and further away.

Beth laid her body down. Her bulging cheek resting on the vinyl seat which
forced her gaze up above the police woman's head and into the darkness of
the car's ceiling. She was looking at it with empty eyes for the image she
was now staring at was in her mind's eye.

Something was wrong, so terrible wrong. How could things get so mixed up.
This was not suppose to happen, and try as she might she could not stop it
from happening. She knew that she was playing a role like an actress in a
play, but something had gone terribly wrong. It was as if she was no longer
playing a role on a small stage for herself, Katherine, and Paul. It was no
longer art imitating life, but life imitating art. She was no longer playing 
"a" role, she was becoming "the" role, and everyone saw her and responded
to her as if "that" was truly who she was. The people on the street, the two
women in the store, the police officers, EVERYONE! Everyone saw her
as some moronic bimbo slut. And no matter how hard she tried to convince
them otherwise, she was still seen as that laughable piece of sexy fluff on parade.

She remembered something. A piece of literature. How did it go again, "I
found myself no longer a man dreaming he was a fly, but a fly dreaming he
was once a man." She was no longer Beth Jenson, a viable heterosexual woman
dreaming she was a lesbian bimbo slave girl. She WAS a lesbian bimbo slave
girl who dreamed that she was once Beth Jenson. Something was wrong . . . so,
so terribly wrong!

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Part 5 coming soon

    Beth's nightmare continues at the precinct, where she also meets Tonya
and Tonya's "thing".