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 6)


"This could be you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My friend explained to me that Cynthia was in her 20's and working on her
Ph.D. thesis, in the area of prostitution, with a bias towards legalizing it. Any
help I could give her would go far in benefitting all concerned. My friend
vouched for her credibility and integrity and I believed him. Foolishly so in
hindsight, but then again, maybe not too foolish after all.  Otherwise I would
not have Thing here today. I must remember to send him a thank you card
later for bringing "Thing" into my life."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I knew this doctor who had created a drug to make women's breasts bigger.
It caused the cell structure of the breast to increase the number of cells, thus
making the increase in size more likely to be permanent. He even created a
salve that would increase the size of the nipple and the areola around them 
too. Of course since it was only available on the black market I had to spend
a lot of money for it, but I was told it only needed to be used once because
the results were permanent. I was possessed beyond reason in making Thing
a reality."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tonya began to talk in a very calm controlled voice that seemed to reflect
what she did to Thing, to the human being formerly known as Cynthia, as
if it were nothing more than having restyled a woman's hair. A calmness 
that was the exact opposite of what Beth was feeling now.

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

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

Beth felt her heart jump right out of her chest. Those words!  Those very same
words had been spoken by Katherine to her too, about her role as a bimbo. 'Oh my
God!' she said to herself. What was going on here? A coincidence or did Tonya
know Katherine? Was Tonya the friend Katherine said that she went to for help?
Did Katherine know how much of a lunatic Tonya was?  Was Katherine becoming
another Tonya? Or worse, was she well on her way to becoming another Thing?

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

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

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

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

Then Tonya pulled Beth as tight as she could into her embrace snuggling her 
head up against Beth's and rocking them both form side to side. Beth 
understood what Tonya meant by 'sweet thing'. In a single phrase she put 
Thing and herself into the same category, both sensuous objects in a wonder
land of distorted reality and sexuality. Again Beth closed her eyes in hopes it
would all be a bad dream, but when she opened them back up, Thing was still
there, as real as ever.

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

Beth followed every incredible word of Tonya's story on how she had
captured and turned Cynthia into her 'thing', but Beth wondered if Tonya
succeed in capturing Cynthia's soul too? Was there not a single shred of
Cynthia's spirit left, locked somewhere deep inside of that thing? Where
had Cynthia gone? A tear flowed down Beth's cheek. She was crying for
Cynthia. A tear that just might have included Beth in it too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beth tried to get up from the cot, but the cot was too soft and she fell
backwards. With her arms and legs bound as they were she felt like a turtle
on it's back trying to get up. Tonya was giggled at Beth's antics. She so 
loved watching sexy women in distress.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Part 7 coming soon

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