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-consensual type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or 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 5)


Beth was oblivious with the rest of her ride to the station house. Her old
world was crashing down around her, and from the rubble, a new one was being
formed. A world she had no desire to live in, to be part of, or even have the least
bit of control in shaping her future. She was being molded like a lump of clay
and she didn't like being the sex object that she was becoming.

The patrol car came to a smooth halt and the policewomen got out. They
opened the back door and one of them said "OK slut, get out of there. It's
time to book your sorry ass."

"Now Mary! That's no way to talk to the bimbo, I mean offender. I can see 
that all that sensitivity training we went through was wasted on you. After
all, these street whores are people too. With feelings, desires and dreams
just like us. Ain't that right, you pathetic low life cunt!" The two cops
broke up laughing at their sarcastic comedy routine. Once again Beth was
the butt of someone else's joke.

"OK O-FEN-DER get out before we drag you out. Now!" Mary labored on the
word offender, as if it were a new word to her vocabulary. She then poked
Beth roughly in her bare ass with her night stick to get her moving.

The poke brought Beth out of her stupor. Bound and gag as she was it took
her some time to scoot herself to the edge of the backseat and ready
herself to get out.

"Let's go, let's go bitch! Your wasting time. Our shift is almost over with
and I'll be damn if I'm gonna pay my baby sitter overtime for the likes of
you." Mary then grabbed Beth's upper arm and forcefully pulled her out
of the car almost causing Beth to fall face down on the hard pavement.

"You hold her steady Mary while I remove the leg irons." Erica began using
her key when she suddenly said, "Son of a Bitch!"

"What's wrong Erica?" said Mary still keeping a firm grip on both Beth's
shoulders. All the fight that was in Beth was now completely gone. She just
stood there, a  pathetic disheveled mess, with one breast still in plain view
and her shaved pussy equally put on naked display. Beth felt as though
there was no end to the amount of humiliation she was suffering this night.
Before her arrest, she was the vision of delight to men and the scorn of 
women. But now she was just a laughing stock, a partially clothed, bound
and gagged hooker. A mockery to simple human dignity.

"My key won't work. Shit!"

"Here, try my key." Mary let go of Beth and searched for her key while
keeping a constant vigil on Beth. The slut was trouble before and Mary
refused to tolerate any more of it, particularly here at the station. That's 
that all they needed now was to get into a brawl with some enraged hooker.
All the guys would come running just to watch a cat fight. It was hard
enough to get the guys to respect them as bonafide police officers the way
it was. They sure didn't need any more hassles because they weren't capable
of handling one screwed up prostitute in shackles who got a bug up her bare
ass and decided to make a run for it. But if Mary would have taken the time
to look deep into Beth's eyes, she would have seen all the fight was gone.
The only thing left was shame, regret and a desire to hide under a rock.

"Damn it! Your key doesn't work either. There must be something wrong with
these cuffs. Let's just take her in as is and book her. Let someone else
worry about getting her free again."

Both cops grabbed an arm and forced marched Beth along. It was hard for her
to keep pace with the cops, what with her legs hobbled and wearing those
spiked heels and all. Most of the time she was forced to hop and jump along
like a bunny rabbit. Beth knew her comical freakish appearance would no
doubt catch everyone's attention and add to her misery, but right now she
was in a world of hurt and all she wanted was to get this nightmare over with.

The three came to a halt in front of the desk sergeant. Beth was wheezing
heavily through her nose. Even though the distance they had traveled wasn't
all that far to begin with, her restraints, gag and cotton tail hop made the
short trip seem like a marathon to her.

When the old desk sergeant looked up from his paper work, his black rimed
bifocals down on his nose, all he could say was "Oh my god!"

It took him a few minutes to stop staring at the bizarre female wheezing
before him. He had never seen a sight as strange as this in all the time he was
on the force, and he had seen some pretty unusual things too. He then asked
the two grinning women cops what was going on. Beth was busy catching her
breath and was only slightly aware of the cops bias summation of how she
was brought here in her present state.

The desk sergeant shook his head and took his glasses off before talking to
the two cops and Beth. "Ok, the cuffs and gag are made by the same company.
We received a letter from them this late this afternoon that they are recalling
them because of some defect. I'll call them and tell them to send someone 
out to free you lady. Until then you'll just have to remain like you are. Sorry,
but that's the way it is. Next time think twice before resisting arrest" Beth's
eye closed and her head fell in despair.

"Now, for the book, what's her name?" he took a pen and was ready to write
Beth up.

The two women cops looked at each other and then at the sergeant with blank
faces.

"You did ask her for her name, right OFFICERS?" There was a note of
displeasure in his voice when he said this to the women cops before
continuing "You didn't even get her name before doing this to her?"

The women cops were all full of excuses, and continued to look at Beth
for the answers. Beth finally felt a little reprieve in her humiliation as the
desk sergeant began giving her two abusers what for.

"What's that around her neck?" ask the sergeant pointing to it with his pen.

The cops roughly inspected Beth's collar and tag.

"It's a choker sergeant, no wait, it's a . . . dog collar . . . and it has some
kind of an ID tag on it." Erica replied with a bit of astonishment and 
hilarity in her voice. At this point some people and other cops were coming
closer to hear better. Beth saw them coming out of the corner of her eye
and once again she was feeling her public humiliation raised to another
level.

The desk sergeant was beginning to feel unnerved with this whole thing and
wanted to get this woman processed and out of here as soon as possible
before the whole thing became a public spectacle. One could hear the
anxiety in his voice "What does it say, what does it say?"

Erica looked hard at the embossed writing and giggled before saying in a
clear loud voice for all to hear "B, property of K. S."

All those in ear shot started to giggle and laugh. Everyone except the desk
sergeant whose old pale face turned a deep shade of red. Beth felt herself
flush too, as well as her eyes becoming teary. She was doing all she could
to keep from crying knowing that such a thing might cause her to choke from
the throat probing gag, but it was hard. She was tired and her arms,
shoulders and ankles ached from the metal cuffs. Her legs were cramping
from her high heeled shoes. And her jaw and mouth ached terribly from
being so severely stretched by that damn inflatable gag. Beth just wanted
it to end, soon, anyway possible.

The desk sergeant was becoming angry and told everyone to get back to work
and move along. He pondered the letter B as to whether to write it down in
the book or not. He looked down at Beth, in more ways than one, and asked
her if the letter stood for something? Beth shook her head yes. The desk
sergeant was really confused what to do now. He didn't want to play twenty
questions with this women, but what was he going to do. He looked at her
again, and wondered how he missed the obvious. "Officers, please make this
woman more presentable. This is a public police station, not a freak show
or bordello. . . I said do it NOW policewomen!"

Mary immediately began lowering Beth's skirt covering her naked ass and
pussy. Erica was going to choose the skirt too, but her partner beat her to
it, leaving her with Beth's exposed breast to deal with. She heed and
hawed a bit trying to figure out the best way to get that thing back into
Beth's tight latex dress. But nothing was coming to her. Hearing the loud
methodic rapping of the angered desk sergeant's pen on his desk was getting
her very nervous and frustrated. The emotional tension was too much for
Erica. So, she readily grabbed Beth's exposed breast making a loud slapping
sound that Beth groaned in pain from, and then pushed and shoved it back
into Beth's latex dress. Again making Beth moan in pain from having her
sensitive breast mangled and stuffed violently back into her tight bodice.

At this time Mary spoke up as if a light bulb went off in her head. "I
know what the "B" stands for sarge. It's self evident! It stands for . . .
BIMBO!" Both cops started snickering and giggling. Mary was trying to
add a little humor to the situation, but the desk sergeant would have none
of it.

"Ok, I had enough of this. A "Ms Bimbo" it is then. They can get things
squared away later when "Ms Bimbo" can talk again. Is there anything else
on that tag?" ask the sergeant. This time Mary looked at it and found more
writing on the other side of it. She told the desk sergeant it said "If lost, 
please call" and then the phone number.  Again The two cops snickered
and laugh at how Beth's collar made her sound like someone's pet bitch. But
in irony, she really was someone's pet, Katherine's. And that was her phone
number on the tag.

The desk sergeant wrote down the number and then told the lady officers in
a calm routine voice "Put her in a cell and do your paper work. That's it.
Now get out of here!" He would call the number later and see who this K. S.
person was and what was really going on.

The two women cops again took Beth's arms and led her to a back room where
the jail cells were.  The cell block was dark and seem vacant. It was late and the
only light was from a single ceiling light down the hallway.

The two lady cops unlocked a cell door, shoved Beth in, and then locked it.
They taunted her once more with laughter and telling her that as soon as
the cuff guy gets to the station they will make sure they send him back
here to help her. Of course Beth knew they would do no such thing. She
would be lucky if he ever came out at all. Their final insult was calling
her "B, the little lost puppy". And if the little puppy was good they might
bring her back some doggie treats before they left the precinct. That is if
her gag was removed by then.

The two cops then left her, laughing to one another as they walked down the
hall. Beth fell against the cell wall watching them disappear into the
darkness with sad puppy dog eyes. She heard the sound of a heavy metal door
closing, and then locked.

She stared out into the hallway were the light was. She was finally alone.
No more laughing. No more snide remarks, or being made fun of or ridiculed.
She closed her eyes and began to wonder what hurt more, the physical pain
of her bound and gag condition or the pain she felt inside, in her spirit.
She opened her eyes, looked down the dark hallway and thought to herself.
"Oh Katherine, my Katherine, where are you. I need you so badly now. Please
come. Please come and get me out of here. Please." Beth felt so alone now.
She seemed so lost and her life was completely out of control. In a few
short hours her life, her entire existence, had gone from bad to worse and she
began to wonder if she finally had reached rock bottom, alone, here in this jail
cell. But then she heard a voice, a female voice.

It came from within her cell, from the darkness from which the light would
not travel. It was the combination of tone and words in this voice that made 
Beth feel like rock bottom was still some distance below her.

She looked into the darkness and heard foot steps approaching her. The
distinct click, click, click of high heals frighten her. Then as if a dark 
shroud was pulled away, a black woman stood there looking at her. And
again Beth heard the same seductive voice, and the same words that sent
goose bumps flowing over her skin.

"My . . . my . . . my . . . aren't you a very pretty THING." The way the 
black woman emphasized the word "thing" made Beth's flesh craw. She was
bound hand and foot, gagged into numbing silence and before her was an
eerie dark woman. She felt like the proverbial fly that fell into the web
of the spider woman.

Beth took the time to really look at this strange black woman. She was
a woman of stately presence. Her silky black hair was styled elegantly atop
her head and it still held a faint glimmer even in the darkness. Her face
was flawless ebony. Her lips were full and ruby red. And her eyes seemed
warm and soul searching. She wore petite jewelry, but of dazzling
brilliance which enhanced her already elitist status. Her figure was slim,
but strong. And the way her black velvet gown flowed around her womanly
curves seem to complement quite admirably the same luring seduction that
already existed in her voice. This was a woman of substance, status and
power. A sharp contrast to her own trailer trash image. Again, Beth felt
another wave of humiliation wash over her tormented soul.

Beth closed her eyes tight praying that when she opened them again all of
this would have been a bad dream. But when she opened them the nightmare
was real. The black woman was standing right in front of her now, the woman's
clear warm eyes looking deep into her own red and teary ones. She then talked to
Beth again.

"Hello pretty thing. My name is Tonya. From what I see printed on your little 
doggie tag, I know you will understand when I tell you my professional name is
Mistress Tonya. . . Am I not correct, pretty thing B?"

Beth was frozen, partly in fear and partly in astonished calm. This woman, this
Mistress, had a look or way about her that instilled in her a sense of disturbing
calm. Without realizing it Beth began to slowly shake her head yes to Tonya's
question as if she was hypnotized by this cultured woman of depraved darkness.

The black woman put her warm compassionate arms around Beth and lead her to
the cell's cot. She held her close and tender as they slowly walked over to it.
Tonya seem to be half carrying Beth in an attempt to relieve some of her burden
from her clearly exhausted state. And when they came to the cot Tonya gently
lowered her down into it. Somehow, someway, Beth was beginning to feel that
 Tonya really care about her, about the hell she already had gone through. And 
she was trying to ease Beth's current strained condition the best she could. Beth
found herself being drawn to this woman's kindness, not unlike how she was 
drawn to Katherine's.

Tonya sat besides Beth and without saying a word and began massaging her
shoulders. Oh that felt so good for Beth. Having her arms pulled back so
harshly and for so long was really painful for her. But now, with Tonya's
soothing massage, the pain was fading into acceptable bearable discomfort.
This reminded Beth of the times Katherine would massage her in the office
and at home too. Those times seemed to be in another world now and so long ago.

Beth was so into the relaxing massage and the giving kindness of Tonya that
she was unaware when Tonya eased her dress straps off her shoulders and
down her arms. Her tightly compressed breasts bounced eagerly to freedom
and comfort. Beth found it much easier to breath now, which helped her
relax even more. But when Tonya began to gently rub her breasts Beth
started to became a little anxious. But then again, it felt so good having
Tonya fondle and caress her breasts the way she did. She was so tender,
caring and gentle with her, with them. Beth's body was so in desperate need
of soothing loving attention that her body could not help responding
favorably and quickly to Tonya's sensuous touch.

But her mind was telling her it was wrong. It was wrong for a stranger, and
a woman, to be touching her the way Tonya was. To allow her to continue to
take such intimate liberties with her physical womanly virtues was not the 
correct behavior for a viable heterosexual woman like herself. Even though
it did feel so very good. It was still wrong, wasn't it?

Once again her mind was telling her one thing while her body was telling
her another, and it was beginning to confuse her more and more. But 
unbeknownst to Beth, her confusion was not rooted in her mind-body fight
for control. It was solely in her mind. For a gap still existed between her
conscious and unconscious mind. Her conscious mind was telling her she was
a pure man loving heterosexual woman, while her unconscious mind was trying
to enlighten her that she was far more than that. The gap, the confusion,
was one of acceptance. Acceptance for her deep dark hidden desires that her
cell mate and her severely stress out condition was now bringing out in
crystal clarity.

Beth began to shake her head no and lean away from her. But Tonya gently
pulled Beth back to her until Beth was leaning right on top of her. Beth
was far too fatigued to put up anymore resistance.

Tonya again put her soft, warm arms around Beth, and cradled her lovingly.
She brushed her cheek up against Beth's and whispered in her ear,
"Everything will be all right B. I will not hurt you, or take advantage of
you. You were used beyond your limits, poor sweet thing. Just relax in my
warm embrace and you will soon feel much better. I promise you dear."

It was exactly what Beth needed to hear and feel as Tonya gently rocked
them both. Beth felt loved and cared for, not unlike how Katherine made her
feel many times in the last few weeks. Oh Katherine, my Mistress Katherine,
where are you? Beth unconsciously though to herself.

Beth took a moment to look up into the soothing eyes of Tonya, her mouth
still ballooned out from the inflated gag. For a short time Beth's circumstances
seem to have changed from night to day. It was hard for her to believe that
just a few minutes ago she was in the middle of a real life nightmare, and 
now, she felt a little serenity had touch her soul, thanks to Tonya.

Tonya smiled and traced Beth's tightly stretch lips with her finger. She then
lightly stroked the side of her puffed out cheeks, and in a soft, honey soaked
voice said, "My goodness sweet B, that is a very nasty gag you have there. I 
have used a few of these toys in my time, on my subs. They are very effective
when used properly, but they are also extremely uncomfortable if worn for
any length of time. They also have a tendency to break now and then, like 
yours seems to have done. Would you like me to remove it sweetie? I can
you know, but only if you tell me that your owner, K. S., didn't put it there.
I am very respectful of other people's property and would never do anything
that I first did not get permission to do. So tell me sweet B, did the big bad
police put that big bag gag in that little scrumptious mouth of yours?" As 
Tonya continued to caress Beth's strained face.

Beth eagerly shook her head YES! YES, those damn policewomen put that
damnable thing in my mouth.

"So, you are sure your owner did not gag you like this B?" Tonya began to
smile. She had a tendency to tease and play with her prey, like an evil cat
with a trapped frighten mouse.

Again Beth shook her head. NO, my owner, Mistress Katherine, did not do this
to me. She was even able to grunt a little to enhance her answer. It never
even occurred to Beth how easy it was to accept the thought that she was now
owned like property and that Mistress Katherine held the deed.

"OK sweet thing, I believe you. Now you just stay still while I try and set
your mouth free." Tonya took a pin from her hair and began to fiddle with
the broken connector. It took several minutes before a hissing sound was
heard. A few minutes longer than necessary too, but Tonya liked looking
into Beth's distressed and yet hopeful eyes far to much to bring a quick
end to such a pleasant stimulating view.

As the air was hissing out Beth could feel the punishing force of the gag
receding. She was anxious to get rid of the gag and began to wonder why it
was taking so long, not to mention why Tonya kept slipping off the release
mechanism time and time again. But of course this was just Tonya's way of
deriving pleasure from someone else's distress. She loved it so.

Finally the gag lost enough air for it to be pulled out. But here again
Tonya left a little more air in the bladder than necessary, so it would be
a bit more difficult to remove it. Once more, Beth's distress was used for
someone else's pleasure, even so benevolently perceived by Beth as was Tonya.

When the gag was finally removed Beth tried to close her mouth, but she
felt a searing pain in her jaws. Tonya explained to her that this was not to be
unexpected and began to massage the pain away. Beth tried to say thank you
to her heroine, but it came out all garbled. It seemed the intensity of the
gag on her tongue caused it to go numb. With her numb tongue and stiff
aching jaws every time Beth tried to say something it sounded like she had
a mouth full of marbles, or if she was intoxicated.

Tonya would giggle and laugh every time Beth tried to say something. She
found the helpless state of another, especially a woman, and one as
attractive as Beth, to be very stimulating and sexually arousing for her.
After several unsuccessful attempts at trying to verbally thank Tonya,
Tonya put her fingers to Beth's lips and told her to hush. She understood
what she was trying to say and there was no reason to exhaust herself
anymore than she already was. Once again Beth felt touched by Tonya's
concern for her condition. Beth looked up into Tonya's warm humane eyes
and smiled.

Tonya removed her fingers from Beth's lips, lowered her head down to 
Beth's and kissed her softly on the lips . . . once . . . twice . . . and then a
third long time. Beth responded in turn, partially out of a sense of
gratitude, but mainly because she found herself wanting to. Beth was
quickly falling under the seductive spell of the spider woman.

Their kiss slowly broke and Tonya began to caress the side of Beth's face
again. This time, Beth moved into it and shared that caress.

"Oh you are such a pretty sweet thing B. So beautiful, so sensuous and so
docile. If you were not already owned by another I would take you home with
me and make you mine, forever. Forever you would be mine B, and mine alone.
I would own you in all that you are . . . mind . . . body . . . and soul. And
you my dear sweet thing would obey me in all that I command . . . willingly . . . 
faithfully . . . and passionately. I would mark you too B. Brand you with 
my mark so all may see and bear witness that you are mine. I would become the
center of your universe B, the very life force it's self. You would do what I want, 
be what I want, and become what I wanted it. Why?  Because in me you would 
see your salvation, your reason for being, your destiny. You would adore me B.
You would love me and serve me in all ways possible. You have the heart of a 
slave B. And only a Mistress like me could ever give you what your heart's 
desire. And what is that desire? To be owned by one who loves you more 
than life itself. A love that is full, rich, passionate, and unconditional. And 
you B, would love me even more than that. For I would be your owner B, your 
one and only Mistress to who you would pledge yourself to in all that you are
and all that you would ever be. You would be mine B, my property, my slave,
my love, forever and ever."

Tonya's words of passion were weaving around Beth's soul like a spider
cocooning it's prey in silk. Beth felt excited and alive like she never did 
before. There was something inside of her, building, spiraling, wanting to 
explode out of her. She wanted to say 'Yes, take me Mistress Tonya. Make
me your property, your slave. I don't care if you are a woman.  I want to
be owned by you, to be made love to by you, and only you. Brand me with
your mark, keep me hidden away in your lair. I give myself to you, willingly,
in all that I am. Make me your slave, make me love you beyond life itself 
Mistress Tonya. Make me yours, forever!'

Beth was on the verge of saying this when Tonya continued "But alas B, I
already have such a slave. I do love her and her alone. And she loves me
too. Would you like to meet her B? She is here with us."

Beth was shocked as her fluttering long lashed eyes bared witness. She was
shocked that Tonya rejected her. She was shocked that another woman could
be in this small jail cell without her ever knowing it. And most of all, she was
shocked that she was about to give herself, willingly, to another, to a woman, 
as property and as a slave.

Beth's shocked condition together with her still aching mouth only allowed
her to nod her head yes. Maybe, she thought, she could learn something from
Tonya's slave. Some inside information as to what it's like being a real live
slave, unlike her pretend status. Information she might be able to use to play
her part better with her own make believe owner, Mistress Katherine. And 
maybe, someday, she might make it real, for a short time that is.

Then there was the possibility of Beth seeing what "might have been for her" 
if she really did become Tonya's property and slave. Was Beth about to gaze 
into the looking glass and see what might have been, if not with Tonya then 
maybe with Mistress Katherine? Beth's totally stressed out condition was 
allowing her to loose herself in the fantasy.

Tonya wrapped her loving warm arms around Beth and hugged her close. Their
heads snuggling up close to one another. One of Tonya's hands gently
fondling Beth's breast and nipple. A position and activity that Beth was
finding very pleasant and relaxing of late.

"Look over there B, in the dark end of the other cot. She is there. You will 
have to excuse my slave B for she is very shy around new people. I find her
shyness makes me even more infatuated with my THING." Beth looked
at her in question at her heavy use of the word "thing" again.

"Oh don't be surprise B, you pretty sweet thing you. It's just a pet name
of endearment, like poopsy, or love muffin. Although I must admit, it
didn't start out that way." Again Beth looked at Tonya with questioned and
concern, but Tonya did not bother to address her concerns, in fact she just
ignored her and began talking to her thing.

"OK Thing, time to come out and meet a sister slave like you. Her name is
as objective as yours Thing. She is called B. Come on girl, don't be shy, B
isn't going to bite you. Her mouth is still too sore for that." Tonya giggled
after that last phrase and cuddled up closed to Beth. Still lightly playing
with her breasts and nipples.

Beth heard some rustling of cloth and a distinct clinking sound like metal
plinking against itself. Her gaze looked deeper into the darkness that
engulfed most of that cot.

A foot, a leg suddenly appeared and Beth jerked backwards, but Tonya held
her firmly in her spider woman's grasp.

Beth focused on the leg and found it was really a shoe, no a boot that
stretched all the way up to the wearer's knee. Beth frowned at it. It was a
high heeled boot alright, but one she had never seen before. The boot was
extremely brutal in looks and it must have been ten times that to endure
walking in, if one could walk in it at all. The shoe part curved the foot
outward in an unnatural shaped bow like a ballerina on point. In fact, the
wearer had only two points to walk and balance on. The one formed by the
pencil thin shape of the frighteningly high heel, much longer than her own.
And the other one, formed by the shoe itself as it tapered the wearer's foot
and toes dramatically into a single confined and no doubt painful point.

Then the other leg, or boot made it's way slowly out of the darkness and
into the light. They were a matched set. Both knee length, both in black
shiny leather, both engulfing, shaping and forcing the lower leg into a
totally immobile, unrelenting ballerina on point pose.

Beth did not like what she saw. If this was just the beginning, what on
earth could possible come next? Her stomach was feeling uneasy, and her
nerves were becoming anxious. And she was still only half aware of Tonya's
continuous preoccupation with her breasts when Tonya spoke again.

"That's a good thing. There is nothing to be scared of here. B just wants to
see you and marvel at your unique beauty. Who knows, maybe she could have
been you? Or maybe, some day, she will?" Both women stared eye to eye at
each other right after that last remark. Beth with a distressed look of
concern and non compliance, and Tonya with a big smile suggesting 'just
teasing' ..... maybe.

Beth return her gaze to the shoes only to be stunned into immovable, eye
bulging, mouth dropping astonishment! Thing had come out of the darkness
and was quietly kneeling in front of them, motionless.

Beth no longer heard or felt anything. Not even when Tonya was pinching
and pulling on her nipples. Not even when Tonya increased her embrace
around Beth to the level of squeezing her like a python. Not even when
Tonya began to muzzle Beth's neck and ear with her full luscious reds lips
and long venomous tongue. So shocked to the core with what she saw that
Beth's breath was literally taken away from her.

'Was this Thing? Was this Tonya's exclusive passionate love slave? Was this
even a human being anymore, let alone a woman?' Beth though to herself.

If Beth thought that her own bimbo image had mutated into the extreme sexually
bizarre, then what would she call the person kneeling before her now? . . . A thing?
A cold long chill ran down her spine as thoughts of 'This might have been you 
flooded her mind.

Then terror struck her fast and deep like a dagger thrust into her chest when she
heard Tonya whispering the following words in her ear. "This could be you B.
This still could be you!"

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Part 6 coming soon, hopefully next week.

     Beth hears the story of the creation of Tonya's "Thing".