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 13)

                              (the finally)


Katherine took the glass of wine from the stewardess. The corporate jet had
been flying for only a few minutes, but the plane ride promised to be a
pleasant one. The seats were spacious, reclining and very comfortable.
There was even room for a few top executives to have their luggage right
next to them. Similar to the size and shape of a compact steamer trunk,
like Katherine's. Her's, however, was resting upright and directly in front of her.

Just before take off a fight attendant asked her if she might be more
comfortable if her obtrusive trunk was perhaps moved to the rear of the
plane, but Katherine just smiled back and said no. She told them that
something very special was inside and she wanted it kept near to her at 
all times. So the black obelisk with it's shiny steel reinforced edges, it's
two heavy duty latches and it's massive keyed pad locks was left alone,
except by Katherine's nylon clad foot. Ever since the plane took flight,
she took off her shoes and would causally rub the side of it as though she
was stroking the tender flesh of a cherished lover.

Inside the formidable locked container was her most dearest possession,
Candi. She remembered how she and Tonya packed her precious pet away
earlier this morning. Katherine knew Candi would not put up much of a fight
since she had spent the entire night severely bound, gagged, and having one
orgasm after another via Thing's most talented tongue. Katherine had been on
the receiving end of Thing's extended proboscis many a time. So when it was
time to release her, Katherine knew Candi would be hard pressed to simply
stand let alone resist what was going to happen to her next.

Katherine had removed all of Candi's bondage, except for the strapped in
sponge gag, and added a dog collar and leash. As Tonya supported her,
Katherine led her by the leash into the bathroom. One time, Candi tried to
remove the gag, but Katherine quickly slapped her hand away from her over
stuffed mouth. Katherine then reached out and grasped both of her slave's
nipple rings and pulled up on them hard. She then warned her not to do that
again and threaten her that things could get much worst if she didn't obey.
Poor Candi was so exhausted, both physically and mentally, that she just
surrendered to the situation with only a tear running down her cheek to
show her reluctant compliance.

Katherine took some pictures from her purse to relive that wonderful morning
when she and Tonya prepared Candi for the trip. The first snapshot was of
her precious Candi resting on all fours in the bathtub. Her leash was tied
up short to a ring in the tile wall and in her butt was a large nozzle with a 
tube running from it to a bag containing some warm fluid as it hung from 
the shower rod. Katherine smiled, so content with herself looking at that 
picture of her bald headed pet looking into the camera with such sad 
beseeching eyes. She remembered how Candi resisted looking into the 
camera, but a few hard smacks on her ass demonstrated to her that resistance
was futile. Katherine looked closely at the picture and swore that she could 
see part of Candi's glowing red ass cheek there in the photo.

The next picture showed her pet all lathered up with soap. She and Tonya
had so much fun washing her. Rubbing their hands all over her wet soapy
body and giving particular attention to her breasts and pussy. She felt that
Candi liked being massaged liked this too, but she doubted that her pet
would ever admit to it. At least not until she had been thoroughly
indoctrinated into her new Candi persona.

In the next picture Candi is standing outside of the tub. She looks so
forlorn with her head bowed down and her hands in front of her trying to
cover her ringed nipples and pussy while Tonya took this shot. Katherine
could see the enema bag was all empty now and she could even make out a
slight distension in Candi's stomach area from having all that warm 
cleaning solution drained into her. She remembered with delight how she
and Tonya kept rubbing Candi's ballooned tummy commenting on how 
much a slut she was for getting pregnant like she did. Katherine closed her
eyes and held the picture close to her chest, dreaming how much fun she 
was going to have playing with her slave girl like this in California.

Katherine moved on to the next picture of Candi sitting on the toilet. The
dog leash was fasten to another ring in the wall just above the toilet's
water tank. It forced her slave to stay on the seat and arch her back
backwards with her head almost touching the wall behind her. She 
had Tonya fasten Candi's thumbs to her nipple rings thus preventing
her slave from escaping her current position or removing her gag as 
they left her alone to relieve herself.

Katherine giggled to herself as she quickly looked through the next two
pictures. One showed her pet bent over with her hands resting on the edge
of the bathtub and her butt sticking up in the air. Her legs were spread
wide apart and held straight. They kept her like this as they cleaned
around her bung hole and then lubricated both her butt and pussy holes.
Katherine could still remember hearing faint moans and whimpering from
her pet during this intimate invasion. She began to wonder if those sounds
were related to their prolonged diddling of her lower orifices or if her slave
were smart enough to figure out why they were greasing her up so much.
Katherine squirmed and giggled in the plane's cushy captain's chair as she
relived the tender Kodak moment.

The other picture was of a ghost. A ghost with big brown puppy dog eyes 
and shiny gold rings. Candi had talcum powder rubbed all over her body 
making her look like a macabre erotic aberration from the dead. Katherine
removed the dog collar and took off the strap that forced the nerf gag in, 
but she still left the sponge inside her pet's gluttonous mouth. She then 
commanded her slave not to touch the gag, and poor tired depressed 
Candi did as she was told without a single act of rebellion.

Katherine's eyes grew full as she seen the next picture in the series. Her
pet, her beautiful Candi, was a glowing vision of hot fluorescent pink.
From the top of her bald head right down to the tip of her big toe,
Katherine's slave was covered in tight bubble gum pink latex. The only
openings were in the form of a series of well placed holes. Two of which
were for her distress pleading eyes. Two more tiny holes, air holes, for
her cute pixie shaped nose. A small oval opening for her mouth, still
packed to it's fullest with that sponge gag. A couple more little openings
for her ringed nipples to poke through. And finally two strategically 
placed holes for her well lubed pussy and butt holes.

Katherine had fond memories of putting her pet into that latex catsuit. She
gently stroked the image of Candi in the picture. Her pet was standing 
alone, her arms at her side and staring wide eye into the camera. She
remembered how easy the talcum powder made it for Tonya and herself
to slip Candi's limp form into that tight body suit. The flowing curves of her
pet's legs seem to take on a more dramatic image once they were encased by
the pink colored material. Her arms flowed so easily into the long gloves
that ended with her hands formed into dainty doll like pods. The major
challenge of the garment was working it around Candi's torso. The stretchy
tightness of the latex made positioning the body opening in just the right
spots a formidable and quite exhausting task. Almost to the point of taking
the joy out of encasing her pretty pink pet. But together, they were able
to grasp, push and pull Candi's soft feminine body into the correct places
and then zipped it close in back, all the way to the base of her pretty
slave's neck.

The last piece was the hood. Katherine could understand the futile
resistance Candi put up when they began tugging and molding the hood into
place, but a few quick jerks on her slave's nipple rings put Candi back
into her whimpering submissive mode post haste. The final part was putting
a shine to the latex. Both her and Tonya had fun buffing her statuesque
display dummy into a brilliant shiny luster.

Katherine pulled down the small serving tray to place the next four pictures
upon it. She wanted to experience the full effect of seeing her pride and
joy being put into those custom made leather restraints. The first showed
Candi wearing a black leather corset. She remembered how she and Tonya 
took turns in drawing the laces tightly through those industrial strength 
grommets until the edges of the corset met in back. The effect on Candi
was awesome. Her waist was reduced significantly and the corset 
enhanced her natural hour glass shape into looking positively wasp like.

The second picture was a back side view of Candi wearing a single glove. It
covered her entire arms from the end of her pink pod shaped hands to just
below her shoulders. It too had laces to be pulled and knotted tightly as it
constricted her arms together into one, in it's python like grip.

The third picture was a head and neck shot. Candi was wearing a unique
posture collar and a blow up gag. Katherine reminisced as she watched 
Tonya fit those specially designed bondage devices onto her decorated 
pink and black slave girl. The first thing Tonya did was to finally remove 
that enormous nerf ball from Candi's mouth. Katherine was chuckling 
now just as she did back then, at how Tonya grasped the little bit that s
tuck out and began pulling and shaking and forcing her poor pet's head 
this way and that way, in slowly pulling that damn thing out. She finally
did get it out and Candi's mouth just hung wide open as if she were 
unable to close it. She knew what kept her pet's mouth open. It was the
intense muscle pain in trying to close her mouth that kept her looking 
like a hungry little birdie beckoning to be fed. Just as Tonya was about
to place her personally design gag into Candi's receptive oral cavity both
 women heard a single muttered word--"Mercy". But Katherine had no 
sympathy for who and what her pet used to be. All she cared about was 
Candi, her new human bondage sex doll. Tonya looked at Katherine with 
an inquiring look. But Katherine only smiled and just nodded her head once.
Tonya then forcibly worked the new gag into Candi's groaning mouth.

The gag was wedged shaped in design, and made out of black rubber. There
were two groves in it so Candi's teeth would be inserted into them. A small
diameter hose that ended in a squeeze ball was connected to the front side
of the wedge right next to a hollow tube that ran dead center through it.
As Tonya pumped the ball, the wedge would expand and force Candi's jaws
apart. But Tonya only squeezed the ball a few times just so that the wedge
would sit right in Candi's mouth.

Tonya then took what looked like a cross between a well shaped neck brace
and a very small corset. It was wrapped around Candi's neck and fasten ed 
the clasps in front. The top and bottom edges were lightly padded and 
conformed around Candi's shoulders, as well as the base of her skull and 
under her jaw. Tonya went behind Candi and began tightening up the laces
just like on her corset, but instead of squeezing Candi's neck it forced her 
neck to stretch lengthwise and in so doing held her head immobile and 
looking straight forward. When Tonya was done Candi could not move
her head at all, but was still able to breathe quite freely.

Tonya then walked in front and began pumping on the wedged gag again. Both
Tonya and Katherine watched eagerly as Candi's jaw were forced deeply into
the posture collar. Then they giggled like school girls as Candi cheeks
ballooned out like a hamster's cheek pouch, loaded with food. Finally, Tonya
was done and disconnected the hose from the wedge. Both women were 
ogling Candi like some strange freak in a circus. Her eyes, like her cheeks
seemed ready to burst out. Her head was this electric pink sitting on top of a
black leather pedestal. Her mouth drawn out, in a kind of weird, black, open
mouthed grin, with a hole through the center of it that allowed Candi to
breathe through. There was a strap on the back of the collar that was
attached to the single glove making it impossible for it to slide off
Candi's arms. Katherine lingered on this photo almost to the point of being
mesmerized by the surreal image it contained.

The final picture of this series was of Candi and Tonya together. Tonya was
standing behind a staunchly erect Candi, with her hands around Candi's
minute waist, as if holding her in place. In the picture Tonya was smiling
and trying to peek around Candi as if attempting to see her face, but only
able to view her profile. Candi on the other hand wasn't moving at all. In
fact, she was very intent on remaining upright, especially with those shiny
black boots she was forced to wear. Katherine looked upon the photo with
fond memories of how she and Tonya each laced Candi's lower legs into a
pair of knee high ballerina boots. They each took one boot and fastened one 
of Candi's legs into it. She remembered how they would talk back and forth
to one another about all sorts of things, completely oblivious to Candi's
agonizing condition. Casually threading and tightening the laces through the
eye holes, as they proceeded up their corresponding legs until they were
finished. At that time they each took hold of Candi and helped her to stand
up on point. It was difficult at first. Candi wanted to bend her knees and
fall to the ground, but Tonya held her fast at the waist while Katherine
held Candi upright by her nipple rings. Soon Candi got the point and was
able to balance on her toes and pin point heals. That's when Katherine took
the picture she was gloating over right now.

Katherine spent some time looking over these last four photos before moving
on to the next. Another picture she loved looking at was Candi kneeling
erect on a small square padded dolly. One could not see from the picture,
but what kept Candi kneeling so straight was a pole from the center base of
the dolly extending up and into her crotch. It was an abbreviated version
of Thing's perch. Instead of the ascetic full crescent shaped saddle, this
one had a small, short piece of curved metal plate welded to the metal pole,
but it still had the two monstrous dildos attached rigidly to it. After the 
dildos were worked into her slippery holes, a function both women had 
enjoyed immensely, while Candi didn't, Tonya pulled out a hidden lever 
in the base of the stand. Just like on Thing's perch, when it was pushed, it
caused the pipe to raise upward. Tonya pumped it only a few strokes, just
enough for Candi's knees to barely rest on the padded base. Then two black
leather straps, that were attached to the front of the plate, were routed over 
Candi's flaring hips and back down between the crack of her butt before 
being buckled tightly to another set of mated straps waiting for them on 
the other side of the metal plate. This arrangement kept Candi's pelvic 
area firmly planted in one unmovable spot while at the same time keeping
her plugged to her fullest capacity.

Another strap was used to tighten around Candi's legs just above her knees
until the metal pole disappeared completely into the flesh of her tightly
squeezed together pink thighs. She used a second long strap to fold
Candi's lower legs tightly into the backs of her upper thighs, and in the 
process force the needle points of her heels into her tender pink butt 
checks. Katherine remembered one final wide leather strap with four 
metal rings dangling from it was wrapped around Candi's waist and 
the single glove before being firmly buckled in front. This belt forced
Candi's arms into her back and kept them from thrashing about behind
her. Katherine stared at this picture for a long time. At this point, Candi
was a completely taut, a solid, kneeling form, fully plugged in all three 
orifices, and ready for shipping.

Katherine leaned back, closed her eyes and watched in her mind's eye how
much fun Tonya and she had playing with Candi like this. Katherine and Tonya
would be at opposite ends of a room and take turns pushing Candi back and
forth across her wooden floor on the wheels of the dolly. She wished she
had pictures or a video of how Candi, bound in silent immobility, flowed
across the floor on her roller skate like dolly. Sometimes they would even
spin Candi around in circles as she whooshed across the smooth wooden
floor. Tonya and she had so much fun at Candi's expense. It made her feel
like a kid again. Katherine was one of those people who was born with a
natural dominant streak running through her, as many a school friend would
sadly attest to.

Katherine remembered that time was getting short. So both woman wheeled
Candi into the open steamer trunk. There were clips and latches on the
dolly and in the base of the trunk so that once it was fastened and locked
together, the trunk, the dolly and Candi were one solid unit. Four straps
hung from the sides of the trunk and were used with the corresponding four
rings on Candi's waist belt, to further anchor her inside, thus keeping her
from bouncing about as she was moved and jostled in transit. The picture
Katherine was looking at, showed a bugged eyed Candi securely fasten 
inside a very close fitting shipping trunk.

The next, and final, picture was of Candi in the trunk, but with a couple of
added accessories. A tube ran from the center hole in her gag to a bag
filled with liquid hanging from the top side of the trunk. Since the trip
would take several hours and she didn't want her new possession to become
dehydrated, Katherine arranged for the liquid to slowly drip into the back
of Candi's throat. This liquid had a mild muscle relaxer added to it, so
Candi would not suffer from any muscle cramps while on her journey. On
her head was a kind of head phone harness, so that soothing music, as well
as subliminal messages, would constantly be playing for her. A wire cable 
was connected to the base of the dolly, that activated the dildos inside of
Candi's lower orifices. Their activation was done automatically by a simple
little electronic device, inside the trunk, or by a remote wireless module.
The dildos were capable of vibrating, rotating and of producing a mild
electric shock, if it were deemed necessary. 

The final addition was two small tear shaped weights that hung from a 
short metal chain. The other ends of these chains had a clip which had been
attached to Candi's nipple rings. The weights were not there to simply cause
her a lot of pain, but only to remind her of something. Each time Candi was 
moved or jostled, the pull of the weights on her sensitive pierced nipples 
was to remind her that she was on her way to a new place, a new life style,
and a new destiny, that of the lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine.
And possibly even more importantly, was just how completely powerless to
do anything to prevent it, that she was.

Shortly after the addition of the nipple weights, the trunk lid was closed,
latched and locked. A sticker was placed on it saying "This End UP" and
"FRAGILE!  Handle With Care." Candi was all packed up and ready to be
shipped to California, just like Katherine had promised her. All-be-it not 
quite in the manner that her pet thought she would be.

Katherine made sure that she was always in eye sight of her special package.
Many times she would chuckle to herself as she watched baggage handlers 
moving, bumping and bouncing her black steamer trunk all over the place. She
wondered what such aggressive activity was doing to her poor pet's recently
ringed and weighted nipples, but Katherine was not a totally heartless
Mistress, as she saw herself. For during those trying times, she took pity
on her slave and used her remote control to give the dildos a little extra
activity for poor Candi's sake. A little electric jolt can sure change one's area 
of awareness quite quickly.

But now she was here on a corporate jet, sipping her cocktail and playing
footsy with her very special luggage. She looked out the plane's window as
her mind drifted to California and what she had planned for her new sex
doll there.

She would not take Candi straight home. Katherine had set up an appointment
with the doctor that Tonya had used to turn Cynthia into Thing. Oh she was not
going to make such radical changes in Candi like Tonya did with Cynthia, but 
she did want some modifications to suit her own personal taste.

To start, she wanted some enhancement to Candi's face. She wanted Candi's
eyes to be bigger, a kind of Doe eyed look, like a precious little brown eyed 
puppy dog. It would make her look so much more like the empty air head
that went with her Candi persona. Next, her lips needed to be made bigger.
Katherine enjoyed the feel of Tonya's luscious full ripened lips on her own
sensuous body. Nothing gaudy though, just more voluptuous then they 
already were.

Katherine also wanted Candi's tongue lengthen. She just loved how articulate
and talented Thing's had become in orally pleasing her, and that is what she
wanted for Candi too. But there was a catch, she needed to talk with the 
doctor about something. She didn't want Candi's tongue so long that she
would be totally incapable of understandable speech, like Thing was. But 
she did want to experience the pleasure of a long wet proboscis on her 
sensitive pussy and "G" spot. Maybe the doctor could give her some advice
on how to proceed. If Candi's speech was to be affected, maybe it would 
have to be limited somehow. After all, Candi was a bimbo and slave now 
so she  wouldn't have to give long winded speeches or use multi-syllable 
words any more. In fact, Katherine was going to make it a point to train 
Candi into using short sentences of mostly single syllable words. She would
have to play this part by ear though, as to how limited she wanted her bimbo
slave girl's vocabulary to become.

The next modification would be to Candi's breasts. Her "C" cup was nice,
but Katherine wanted more. The tight corsets did pump them up to an
impressive "D", but soon Candi's figure would not need such severe corseting
and her breasts would go back to the unacceptable "C" cup. Katherine knew 
she wanted the good doctor to make them bigger. She was just undecided as 
to whether to make them a "D" or "DD". She didn't want to go through all the
trouble of making them into a "DD" and later find out what she really
wanted all along was a simple "D". Maybe she could have the doctor first
inject Candi with the serum to make them into a "D" cup, then inject her
with a drug to force her to lactate, thus turning her "D" cups into into a "DD".

Then Katherine's evil mind hit on an insidious idea. An idea that would  not
only give Candi the breast size Katherine desires. but add tremendously to
Candi's training in making her accept her new identity completely.

Katherine's idea was to turn Candi into a cow. A cow named Buttercup. While
the doctor was working on Candi's modification she could get things ready
for her pet's transformation into a dairy cow. Oh it wouldn't be forever, just
a few days, maybe even a week or two tops. Just long enough until she fully
understands that she is no longer in control of her life, and is no longer who
she was.

Katherine would have a cow suit made up for her. It would be made of spandex,
in white with big black splotches on it. She would have a special white and
black open face hood made up with big cow's ears on it. She knew some
people that could quickly make her a special collar for her sweet Buttercup. 
It would be like those no barking dog collars. Each time she tried to speak she
would get a bad shock. The only sounds she would be able to make would be 
those of a cow, a mooing sound. She would even get her a big cow bell to hang
from her collar that would clang each time she moved around on all fours. She 
would have special cow hoofs made for her hands that couldn't be taken off,
except with a special key. On her feet would be those ballerina knee high heeled
boots, also in the white and black colors. Her lower and upper legs would be 
bound together so that she had to walk on her padded knees. A butt plug would
be placed into her bung hole, with a cow's tail hanging down from it.

Once she had Candi looking like a dairy cow, she would tell her that if she
didn't accept her role as Candi, then she would become Buttercup forever,
and the temporary changes that she had made for her to look like a cow would
now be made permanent. The choice would be up to her. Her current condition
would be a test. The quicker she submits and responds as Buttercup, the quicker
she would go back to being Candi.

Katherine was squirming in her chair just thinking about how complete she
would make Candi's reality into that of being a cow. She would have a little
stable made for her with straw and such. She would feed her a sparing diet
of vegetables and grains. She would even exercise her on a tread mill to
make her body lean and hard. She would force her to defecate like an
animal, outside. When the lactation drug had begun to work, she would milk
her like a cow. That ought to really drive Candi wild, seeing those special
mechanical milking cups sucking milk from her bovine sized udders each 
and every day that Katherine decided to keep her as Buttercup. And to make it 
all the more humiliating for her, and adding to her Candi persona, she would 
have Buttercup's pussy stimulated each time she was milked. Soon she would
be trained to be sexually aroused, and then to orgasm, each time someone plays
with her tits or treats her as something less than human.

After she plateaus out as Buttercup she would finally give her a choice,
remain forever as Buttercup, or become Mistress Katherine's Candi. Of
course she would want to be Candi, even if it meant that she must become
my lesbian bimbo sex slave for the rest of her life. Katherine reasoned that
to be a partial human being, would be far than being a stupid cow named 
Buttercup, in Candi's mind, and once Candi made that choice, then she 
would have an obedient slave girl to mold. It would only be a matter of
time after that, when the Candi persona becomes a complete and integrated
entity of her slave's entire existence.

Yes, Katherine thought to herself. That's how she would do it. She would
use the carrot and stick method again, pain and pleasure. She would use 
emotional and physical pain to direct Candi away from what she does NOT
want her pet to become, and she would use pleasure to focus and make her
slave become what she wants her TO become. She would have Candi so
sexually frustrated that she would perform or become anything that Katherine
wanted, just to have an orgasm.

Then she would have her for good and forever. She would have Candi 
associate Mistress Katherine with pleasure. She would know that by 
obeying Mistress Katherine's orders and bringing her pleasure, that 
Mistress Katherine would  in turn bring pleasure to her too. At first it 
would be mutual and physical. Then the scales would tilt greatly in 
favor of Katherine and it would no longer be just physical, Candi would 
begin to love her Mistress and do for Katherine, whatever she desired. 
She would nurture Candi's lesbian desires, her bimbo traits, and her total
slave personality. Once Candi accepts Katherine as her center focus for
living, with undying love, then her existence as "Beth" would be no 
more to Candi just as "Beth" is no more to Katherine already. Just like 
Cynthia is no more to Tonya or Thing. On that day Beth will cease to exist, 
and from the ashes, like the great Phoenix, will rise Candi. Candi, the lesbian
bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine.

Katherine closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep. Her foot still up against the
black trunk. Inside the trunk was Candi, bound, pierced, plugged, hurting, 
sexually frustrated, with the liquid that she could not stop from dripping 
down her throat, while a message, that she could barely hear, was woven into
the music, repeating itself over and over and over again like a mantra.

"I am Candi! The lesbian bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine. I live to
serve and bring pleasure to my Mistress. I am a sex doll, to be dressed as my
Mistress likes, and to bring to orgasm whomever she desires. I have no mind
of my own. I can not remember facts, figures or dates. I am a bimbo, an air
head, a pet and a slave. My tits, my ass, my pussy and my mouth all belong to
my Mistress, and she can use them however she wants. I am a lesbian. I am a 
bimbo. I am a slave. I am Candi. Mistress Katherine is my owner."


                              - The End -