This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.

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 11)


Beth's angered memories tested the holding power of the straps that bound
her tightly to the pole. The strain of them flexing and creaking were
the results of Beth's increasing need for revenge on Christine. The
memories of being made a fool of in public and having to accept it with the
gracious demure of a stupid bimbo slave girl only added to her need to make
her nemesis suffer like she did.

It began right after her heart breaking scene with her best college friend
Patricia. As Beth turned and left her deceived friend, she walked right
into the path of another female guest. Since Beth had to keep her eyes
looking down, the mark of a properly domesticated slave, she only seen the
woman's fashionable leather pumps and part of her long flowing gown. As
soon as she recognized a guest standing before her, she immediately went
into her happy serving wench greeting to welcome this special guest to her
public degradation and de-humanizing spectacle.

She watched in silent calmness as a delicate female hand with exquisite
manicured nails and impressive jewelry reached for one of the drinks on her
tray. Beth asked the woman if there was anything else that she could do for
her. And the woman responded in the form of a question that only Beth could
answer.

She asked, "Tell me dear, is it hard for you to match the shade of your
lipstick to the color of your red ass, or is it done vice-versa?"

It was the BITCH!

Christine was standing right in front of her, laughing and ridiculing her
in one fallen swoop. All Beth wanted to do was attack! To pounce, to claw,
to bite, to sink her madden teeth into the arrogant, egotistical flesh of
this traitorous femme fatale until she hit bone, but being completely
dedicated to the success of Katherine's plan, Beth just stood her ground in
smiling serving wench form and calming answered back, "B, the bimbo slave
girl of Mistress Katherine, does not know how to answer Mistress Christine's
question."

Beth decided that her best response was to swallow her anger, and pride,
and remain in character. It was far too risky to try and match witty
replies of mutual condemnation with Christine here at the party, but it
wasn't an easy task for her to do either.

"Oh, I am sorry dear. I did not mean to use the English language in a
manner that your ditsy little air head mind could not comprehend, I mean
UN-DER-STAND. But let's not waist these tender precious moments together
with me trying to educate a cute, scatter brained, nit wit like yourself
Beth. Especially with information you should have learned a long time ago
in grade school. Now shall we dear?"

Beth firmed her grip on the serving tray as a means of defraying some of
the hostile stress that was growing exponentially within her. Again, she
played the well trained submissive to perfection and replied, "Yes Mistress
Christine, bimbo B is very thankful for your concern."

Christine took a sip of her drink and then announced in a clear voice of
amazement "My goodness Beth! I am in AWE of your exceptional appearance
tonight. Each time I see you, you not only look more outlandishly sexy, but
in the realm of simple human dignity you seem to be quite sterile. You must
be so very proud of yourself my dear. But please Beth, do me a small favor
and perform a slow little turn for me. I do so want to see every last bit
of such an unique oddity like yourself."

Beth remembered how each of Christine's lewd and degrading comments cut
deeply into the quality of her spirit. And having to follow her orders like
a well trained animal was adding tremendously to her already loathsome
self-image.

She remembered doing a cute little curtsey before slowing turning herself
around in place. Hearing Christine squeak and giggle at the way she looked
from one perspective to the next, was like someone dragging their finger
nails on a chalk board for poor Beth.

When Beth reached the point where her back was to Christine, Christine told
her to stop. Two more commands followed telling her to bring her legs
together and then bend herself forward at the waist keeping her legs
straight in the process. Beth just followed orders like the sexy mindless
robot she portrayed.

As she bent slowly over, Beth concentrated on maintaining her balance in
her six inched heels while trying not spill any of the drinks that remained
on her tray. This little maneuver required her to focus her thoughts on
what she was doing and not to linger on how incredibly obscene she must
look to all at the party. What, with her big breasts hanging down over the
drinks like a cow ready to be milked. Not to mention how her plump derriere
was slowly revealing itself in all it's naked red glory like a street slut
advertising her bountiful assets.

When Beth's upper torso was about level she heard Christine tell her to
stop and hold her position. But in order for Beth to hold this pose for any
length of time she had to shift her center of gravity backwards. So now her
rear end stuck out even more brazenly so.

"Mercy me Beth! Your derriere is so BIG, and so RED! I bet it must still
hurt too. But I do believe I have seen your big butt redder than this
though. Do you remember my dearest friend Beth?"

Beth closed her eyes and swallowed hard. Oh how she hated Christine's
cheerful sarcasm. Did Christine really think that she could ever forget
that horrible night when she suffered the most scaring abuse at Christine's
literal hand? Again, Beth forced her anger and human dignity deep within
herself and let the bimbo serving wench B come out and deal with this
waking nightmare.

"Yes Mistress Christine, slave B remembers very well when you spanked her.
And Mistress Katherine has told slave girl B to thank you again for showing
poor stupid bimbo B the error of her ways that night."

"Oh how nice of your owner to say such a thing Beth, but then again, what
are friends for if not to be there when your dearest schoolmate is in dire
need of assistance. I was so glad that I could be of some help for your
whorish pink bimbo self that night Beth. I mean, the time and effort it
took me to turn your lily white derriere into a deep burning crimson red,
well, that was just my way of thanking you dear friend for all the times
you were there for me back in college. But how does your butt feel now
Beth?  Does it still burn like it did that wonderful night at the police
station?"

Beth could not believe the depth at which Christine would go to make her
life a living hell, more so than it already was.

"Slave B is unsure Mistress Christine. Bimbo B's butt really hurt her bad
that night, and her butt really hurts her bad tonight. It's just to difficult for
this lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine to think of a right 
answer for you Mistress Christine."

"Oh poor little twit Beth. You truly do live up to your bimbo air head
status in not knowing your ass from one day to the next. But here, maybe I
can be of some help for you, one, more, time."

Beth recalled how her spiraling anger was quickly replaced with full blown
terror. She suddenly believed that Christine was going to spank her, again!
Right here in the middle of the party and before all the guests, and Patricia!

She remembered how she tensed her entire body, to ready herself in
anticipation of that first vicious slap. That's how Tonya trained her. It
wasn't a question of surprise, but one of endurance. She experienced so
many butt slaps from Tonya during her training period that the surprised
aspect was no longer an issue. But what was an issue, was regardless of 
the intensity of the pain that was to soon spike through her body, she still
had to endure it, and to endure it without rebellion, without screaming or
begging for mercy, and above all, without moving a single inch. Thus, her
full attention was given to maintaining her "as is" bent over butt out
position, and not to what a pathetic excuse for a human being she gave to
the rest of the guests.

The center of Beth's focus was again on the tray of drinks she was caring.
The last thing in the world she wanted to do was to accidentally spill any
of those drinks on the floor. If she did, she knew Katherine would have to
appear very angry with her, to save face and the plan. She would be forced
to chastise Beth herself, that is, after making her clean up the mess with
her tongue. The humiliation of her being on all fours, her red butt sticking 
up and waging from side to side like a happy doggie while her big pendulous
breasts were swinging around under her like some milk laden dairy cow as 
she licked every last drop that was spilled on the dirty floor, would be the 
absolute worst humiliating act she had ever experienced to date. So whatever
degree of pain that Christine was about to inflict upon her, she was ready to
take. She had no other choice.

Then it came.

Not the hard swat of a vengeful hand that brought hot searing pain to her
already aching butt, but a surprised, gentle, soothing, cold.

Beth chuckled to herself, even now strapped to the pole. The possibility of
Christine doing something nice for her was too bizarre to even think as
being possible. But it did happen. Christine used the side of her cold
sweaty glass and glided it over her inflamed burning butt. And it felt so good!

The soft moans of pleasure emanating from Beth's enlarged pouting red lips
seemed to permeate every occupied corner of the party. And the guests
listened and watched on in silent smiling fascination.

Beth was lost in the soothing moment. She did not try to figure out why
she was experiencing such wonderful pleasure at the hand of the person she
hated the most in the world. It was all to confusing for her. Best to just
go with the flow, let it be over with, and then put it behind her as soon
as possible.

Beth remembered being so passively content with having the fire in her butt
so coolly quenched away that she honestly didn't know when Christine
stopped stroking her butt cheeks and began playing with her pussy. Her
touch was so gentle there too. Well, it really wasn't "her touch" as if she
was using her own fingers. Christine would never degrade herself into
actually touching another woman's pussy, especially in public, and least of
all Beth's. No way! Instead, Christine used the plastic swizzle stick from
her drink. That bitch!

Christine was stroking Beth's labia lips back and forth with the side of
the little plastic straw, sometimes making increasing and decreasing
circular movements around her sensitive little pussy nub. She would even
use the very tip to lightly scratch, tickle and probe her most sensitive spot.

Beth wanted to say NO MORE! But that was not an option given to her when
Tonya trained her. What was expected of her however, was for her to appear
as though she enjoyed it. That is how a properly trained sex slave responds.
So she began to rock herself back and forth with each sawing stroke of that
damnable straw. She forced herself, through the humiliation, to look 
aroused by performing a little sexy undulating pelvic hump too. And
of course, to add the icing on the cake, she managed a few well practiced
sensuous moans and groans that echoed her sweet passionate yearning for
more. Once again, her enemy was reaping revenge on her by making her look
like some soulless animal with a voracious appetite for sex no matter how
it was presented to her.

"My goodness Beth! I never realized how much of a horny little slut you
really are. To think, that all I have to do to get you all worked up, and your 
pussy dripping wet, is to play with your fucking cunt with a simple straw.
You really must like being a horny little slut after all, aren't you Beth?"

Beth hated having to respond to questions like this. It wasn't enough for
her to be put on naked display, or to demonstrate in public how incredibly
excited she became when touched in an embarrassing and degrading way.
She had to verbally admit to loving it as well. Insult to injury was the way
she thought of it. And Christine was giving it to her with both barrels.

"Yes Mistress Christine, bimbo slave B is a very horny slut just like you said."

"I thought so. Now stand up you little horny slut and face me."

Beth felt relieved that her aroused pussy exhibition was finally over with,
but she had a bad feeling that Christine was not quite through with her yet.
When she turned and faced Christine, with her down cast eyes, she could
see a cube of ice in Christine's delicate fingers waiting to be used upon
her. This time Beth knew she was in for it. Tonya didn't train her on how
to respond to a piece of ice, but somehow, almost instinctively, she knew
what to do.

Initially it felt like someone touched the top of her breasts with a hot
poker. Her body did a bit of a knee jerk reaction when the hot ice touched
her tender warm skin. She even let out a little gasp of shock and pain from
that first contact. But as Christine began to slowly rub the ice cube over,
and under, and around both of her sensitive breasts the shock of the
searing cold was replaced with just plain hurt. Not that Beth could show
it. Oh no! Beth had to keep that "I love being a masochist. Please hurt me
some more Mistress" persona in clear view for all to see. Instead of a
wrinkled brow, quivering lips and an audible lamentation of intense
distress, she wore the lusting mask of sheer cooing ecstasy. Even when
Christine concentrated her efforts on Beth's nipples, making them into hard
erect nubs of cold numbing pain, Beth's pouting lips and panting breath
were whispering the words "More, please more."

All of a sudden Christine stopped. She told Beth to open her mouth and
popped the remaining icy weapon into her hot horny mouth to be dissolved
away by the wanton heat within.

"Beth, look at me."

Beth was taken aback by the seriousness in Christine's voice. She didn't
want to look at her, make eye contact with her, perhaps even loose her
submissive facade as a result of the anger rising up inside her once more.
Besides, Tonya made it clear to her in no uncertain terms to NEVER look at
anyone in the face. So she explained to Christine, "Slave B is very sorry
Mistress Christine, but bimbo B must always keep her head erect but eyes
looking down. This is the mark of an obedient and well trained slave by her
Mistress. And lesbian slave girl B always obeys her Mistress Katherine."

"Trained Beth? Animals are trained, people are taught. Are you saying you
are nothing but an animal, like a dog? No different than a well heeled
bitch to her Mistress. Is that what you are telling me Beth? That you are a
little doggie in heat?"

Beth hated the inference Christine was making her out to be. But what could
she do. If she tried to confront her, then things could get out of hand and
possibly explode, ruining everything. So she continued to play poor dumb B
and tried to get away as quick as possible.

"Bimbo B does not know what you mean Mistress Christine. She is too dumb
to understand. And lesbian B does love Mistress Katherine very much and 
would never want to disobey her. May slave B go now please and see to the
attention of the other guests of Mistress Katherine's party Mistress Christine?"

"You may go when you have looked at me, eye to eye Beth. Now look at me!"

"Please Mistress Christine, it is impossible for lesbian bimbo slave . . ."

"Beth! If you do not look at me NOW, I will go to Katherine and tell her
that I was not pleased with the quality of her slave girl. In fact, I will
tell her loud enough so that everyone will hear that I found you most insolent,
arrogant and far from being the well trained and obedient slave girl you
make yourself out to be. In short, I will make everyone believe you are an
imposter, a fake, and a fraud. I have no doubt that upon hearing my public
review of you, SLAVE BETH, Katherine will be most embarrassed and
displeased with you. Just like she was in that interrogation room. You will
have ruined her party and as a result she will want to punish you right here
and now before everyone. Maybe even I will be given the opportunity to 
chastise you again Beth. Put you over my knee with your fat ass sticking up
all nice and bare ready for my hand. I would enjoy that Beth, very, VERY 
much. If you don't want that to happen then look at me, NOW!"

Beth was once again in the position of picking the lesser of evils. She
never wanted to suffer another humiliating and painful spanking at the hand
of Christine again. So the only choice she had was to obey her, but she had
to stay in control of herself, she could not loose her cool, her obedient,
unemotional, smiling "I love being a lesbian bimbo slave girl" character.
She had to put Beth on a back burner, just for awhile, and become simple
B in all that she is--heart, mind and soul.

It took her less than a minute. She slowly raised her eyes and looked
straight into the face and eyes of her tormentor from hell.

It was like time stood still. Each was looking directly into the eyes of
the other. The only difference was that Beth continually held her smiling
and dead pan facade. While Christine's face changed from a victorious
grinning soul searching stare to a rebuffed wrinkled gaze of frustration.
Christine took a step back and told Beth to lower her eyes back down.

"I am very disappointed in you Beth."

Beth remembering how her heart fell to a lower level of distress upon
hearing those words. For a minute she thought that Christine was going
to do what she threaten to do if she failed to look up at her, but then
Christine enlightened her about her disappointment.

"The entire reason for my coming here was to see you humiliated to tears
once more Beth. I must admit, the first time I witnessed your degrading
chastisement, especially via my own hand, I gained so much pleasure from
it that I thought I was going to have an orgasm right there on the spot. I
don't dislike you Beth, I passionately abhor you! The impasse we had in
college still exists today, at least in me it does. I needed to get my revenge
on you Beth, my pound of flesh in recompense for what you did to me
back then. What I did to you in that interrogation room went a long way in
appeasing my appetite for revenge, but it wasn't enough. I found I needed,
no craved, for more.

"That's why I came here tonight, to get another hit for my revengeful
addiction. I even had plans to ask Katherine if I may borrow you for a few
weekends now and then. Of course I would promise her that I would do
nothing to permanently hurt you. Just keep you all submissive, slavish and
under my direct control during your time with me, and during that time I
would make sure that you would suffer, physically, mentally and emotionally.
I thought about throwing a party too. You of course would be the serving maid
since you do it so very well Beth. I would have invited some of my friends,
old and new, and even some of your's too Beth. Let them see how really
pathetic you turned out. The great businesswoman Beth in her role as peon
serving wench. God, I get goose bumps just thinking about it!"

"It would be fun watching you being groped by the guys and made fun of by
the women. I even had thoughts of turning you into my very own pet pooch
called Sparkle. I would teach you to do tricks like beg, roll over, play dead 
and fetch. Have you eat and drink from a doggie bowl and then force you to
squat outside in my yard and defecate just like a real little doggie. Then while
I read a good book by the fire you would be curled up around my feet in
silent teary eyed slumber.

"The number of ideas I had to degrade you were racing through my mind one
after the other. I felt, finally, it was all just a matter of time before I
could drink heavy from the cup of revenge, but now, I am very disappointed.
For I can see all my ideas to punish you would go for naught. The Beth I
knew, that I wanted to hurt so badly, is no longer there. All the while I
mocked you, humiliated you, did things to you that would enrage any normal
self-respecting person to a level bordering on physical violence, and you
did nothing. You not only took it all in stride, but you relished it, groveled in
it, and almost orgasmed to it. When I demanded you to look at me, I thought 
I could still see your soul, the feisty spirit of Beth Jenson through the
windows of your eyes, but I saw nothing but emptiness in them. I have seen
more passion in the eyes of my niece's dog than I seen in your's Beth."

"Back at the interrogation room I still saw Beth, and I enjoyed punishing
her to the max, but now, I do not see Beth any more, and the willful
humiliation I just put you through was without satisfaction. It's like
chastising a poor dumb animal, there is no point to it. That is why I am
disappointed in you Beth, or "slave B" would be more appropriate. All
my delicious plans to make your life a living hell have fallen by the way
side. I have all the desire in the world to make Beth suffer, but I have
not the least interest to hurt any dumb animal, even one as dumb and well
trained as you slave B. I am not a sadist. I do not inflict pain just to be
sexually aroused. I am just a woman who was once treated very badly, and
was lucky enough to have the opportunity to revenge myself on the person
who did it, but now, she no longer exists. And my need for retribution is
now gone too. You may go slave B."

Beth remembered curtsying, turning and sauntering away from Christine. 
Part of her was glad that Christine was going to leave her alone and no 
longer a threat to her but another part of her, still wanted her own revenge
on Christine for all that she did to her, at the police station and here at
the party. But a large part of her wondered if Christine might be right.
Each time she looked into the mirror, her former self seemed to be 
dissolving completely away. Her looks, her walk, her mannerisms, even 
the way she talked and thought was all in line with being a lesbian bimbo
slave girl and not the Beth Jenson that she used to be. It was all beginning
to feel so natural for her too, and that scared her! Did fantasy transform 
itself into reality without her knowing it? Was it too late for her to go 
back being Beth Jenson? Would she even want to?

Beth shook her head NO wildly against the wooden pole. No, that's not it,
it's just stress, that's all, just plain stress. Once this fictional fabrication
was done and over with, she will take some time off, relax, and plan on the
future, her future, the future of corporate executive Beth Jenson in sunny
California. She quickly repeated her mantra over and over again in her head,

'I am Beth Jenson, a viable and free heterosexual woman.  I am doing this
for a better life and this will soon be over.'

'I am Beth Jenson, a viable and free heterosexual woman.  I am doing this
for a better life and this will soon be over.'

'I am Beth Jenson, a viable and free heterosexual woman.  I am doing this
for a better life and this will soon be over. . . ."

It was all just a matter of time for Beth. And that time was only a few
minutes away.

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The final two parts will be posted at the same time and soon.

Part 12 - The bonding ceremony with the climax to the story.

Part 13 - Katherine's soliloquy.