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.
"Out of the Frying Pan, into the Fire"
by Musker
and edited with choice additions
by Ms. Anne Gray
Inspired and dedicated to a very special Muse.
(part 5)
"Tonya Takes a Hand"
Beth was as lifeless as a rag doll for the rest of the ride to the station
house. Her old world was crashing down around her and from the rubble a new
one was being formed. A new world that she had no desire to live in, to be
part of, or have anything in the least to do with. She was being molded
like a lump of clay and she didn't like the object, the sex object, that
she was becoming.
The patrol car came to a smooth halt and the policewomen got out. They
opened the back door and one of them said, "OK slut, get out of there. It's
time to book your sorry ass."
"Now Mary! That's no way to talk to the bimbo, I mean offender. I can see
all that sensitivity training we went through was wasted on you. After all,
these street whores are people too. With feelings, desires and dreams just
like us. Isn't that right, you pathetic low life cunt!" The two cops broke
up laughing at their sarcastic comedy routine. For yet again, Beth was the
butt of someone else's joke.
"OK O-FEN-DER, get out before we drag you out, now!" Mary lingered on the
word offender, as if it were a new word in her vocabulary. She then poked
Beth roughly in her bare ass with her nightstick to get her moving.
The poke brought Beth out of her stupor. Being bound and gagged as she was,
it took some time for her to scoot to the edge of the backseat and then
ready herself to get out.
"Let's go, let's go! Your wasting time. Our shift is almost over and I'll
be damn if I'm gonna pay my baby sitter overtime for the likes of you."
Mary grabbed Beth's upper arm and pulled her out of the car almost causing
her to fall face down on the hard pavement.
"You hold her steady Mary while I remove the leg irons." Erica began using
her key when suddenly she barked out, "Son of a Bitch!"
"What's wrong Erica," asked Mary still keeping a firm grip on both of
Beth's shoulders.
Any fight that had been in Beth was now completely gone. She just stood
there, a pathetic disheveled mess with one naked breast still in plain view
and her shaved pussy equally on display. Before her arrest, she was a
vision of delight to men and the scorn of women. But now, she was just a
laughing stock, a partially clothed, bound and gagged hooker. A mockery
without a shred of human dignity. Beth felt as though there was no end to
the amount of humiliation she was going to suffer this night.
"My key won't work. Shit!"
"Here, try my key."
Mary let go of Beth and searched for her key while keeping an eye on Beth.
The slut was trouble before and Mary refused to tolerate any more of it,
particularly here at the station. All they needed now was to get into a
brawl with some enraged hooker. Then all the guys would come running just
to watch a cat fight. It was hard enough to get the guys to respect them as
bonafide police officers as it was. They sure didn't need any more hassles
because they weren't capable of handling one simple screwed up prostitute.
But if Mary would have looked into Beth's eyes, she would have seen that
the only thing left in Beth was shame, and a desire to go and hide under a
rock somewhere.
"Damn it! Your key doesn't work either. There must be something wrong with
these cuffs. Let's just take her in as is and book her. Let someone else
worry about getting her free again."
Both cops grabbed an arm and almost dragged Beth into the station house.
It was hard for Beth to keep up, what with her legs hobbled and wearing
those spiked heels and all. Most of the time she was forced to hop and jump
along like a bunny rabbit. Beth knew her freakish appearance would catch
everyone's attention, which only added to her misery. But right now she was
in a world of hurt and all she wanted to do was to get this nightmare over
with.
The three came to a halt in front of the desk sergeant. Beth was wheezing
heavily through her nose. Even though the distance they had traveled wasn't
all that far, her restraints, gag and cotton tail hop made the short trip
seem like a marathon.
When the old desk sergeant looked up from his paper work, his black-rimmed
bifocals down on his nose, all he could say was "Good grief!"
It took him a few minutes to stop staring at the bizarre female before him.
He had never seen a sight as strange as this in all the time he had been on
the force, and he had seen some pretty unusual things. He asked the two
grinning women cops what was going on. Beth was still busy catching her
breath and was only slightly aware of the cop's bias summation of how she
was brought here in her present state.
The desk sergeant shook his head and took his glasses off before talking to
the two cops, and Beth.
"Ok, the cuffs and gag are made by the same company. We received a letter
from them late this afternoon. They are recalling both items because of
some sort of defect. I'll call them and tell them to send someone out to
free you lady. But until then, you'll just have to remain like you are.
Sorry, but that's the way it is. Next time think twice before resisting
arrest."
Beth's eyes closed and her head fell in despair.
"Now, for the book, what's her name?" He took a pen and stayed poise ready
to write down what was told to him.
The two women cops looked at each other and then at the sergeant with blank
faces.
"You did ask her for her name, right OFFICERS?" There was a harsh note of
displeasure in his voice when he said that before continuing.
"You didn't even get her name before doing this to her?"
The women cops were full of excuses and looked at Beth for the answer. Beth
finally felt a little reprieve from her humiliation as the desk sergeant
began giving her two abusers the riot act.
"What's that around her neck," asked the sergeant pointing with his pen.
The cops roughly inspected Beth's collar and tag.
"It's a choker sergeant, no wait, it's a dog collar and it has some kind of
ID tag on it." Erica replied with astonishment in her voice.
At this point some people and more cops were coming closer to hear what was
going on. Beth saw them out of the corner of her eye and she felt another
intensive wave of humiliation begin to fall upon her.
The desk sergeant was beginning to get unnerved with this whole thing and
wanted to have this woman processed and out of here as soon as possible. At
least before the whole thing became a public spectacle. One could hear the
anxiety in his voice when he asked, "What does it say, what does it say?"
Erica looked hard at the embossed writing and giggled before saying in a
clear loud voice for all to hear, "B, property of K. S."
All those in ear shot started to giggle and laugh. Everyone except the desk
sergeant whose face turned a deep shade of red.
Beth felt her face flush too along with her eyes becoming teary. She was
doing all she could to keep from crying knowing that it might cause her to
choke from being so severly gag. But it was so hard. She was tired, and her
arms, shoulders and ankles ached from the metal cuffs. Her legs were
beginning to cramp from her high-heeled shoes. And her jaws and mouth ached
terribly from being stretched so far apart by that damn inflatable gag.
Beth just wanted it to be over with, soon, anyway possible.
The desk sergeant was becoming angry and told everyone to get back to work
and move along. He pondered the letter "B" as to whether to write it down
in the book or not. He looked down at Beth, in more ways than one, and
asked her if the letter stood for something?
Beth nodded her head yes.
The desk sergeant was really confused by the situation. He didn't want to
play twenty questions with this woman, but what was he going to do. He
looked at her again, and wondered how he missed the obvious.
"Officers, please make this woman more presentable. This is a public police
station, not a freak show or bordello . . . I said do it NOW policewomen!"
Mary immediately began lowering Beth's skirt to cover her naked ass and
pussy. Erica was going to choose the skirt too, but her partner beat her to
it leaving her to deal with Beth's exposed breast. She heed and hawed a bit
trying to figure out the best way to get the bountiful thing back into the
tight latex dress. But upon hearing the loud methodic tapping of the
angered desk sergeant's pen on his desk, she started to get very nervous
and frustrated. The tension was soon too much for Erica. So she grabbed as
much of Beth's exposed breast as she could in one hand and shoved it back
into the top of latex dress.
Beth moaned in pain from having her sensitive breast squeezed, mangled and
then stuffed violently into her shiny tight bodice.
Then all of a sudden, Mary spoke up as if a light bulb had gone off in her
head.
"I know what the "B" stands for Sarge. It's really self evident. It stands
for . . . BIMBO!"
Both cops started snickering and giggling uncontrollably. Mary was just
trying to add a little humor to the situation, but the desk sergeant would
have none of it.
"Ok, I had enough of this. "Ms. Bimbo" it is then. We can get things
squared away later when she can talk. Is there anything else on that tag?"
This time Mary looked more closely at it and found more writing on the
other side. She told the desk sergeant it said, "If lost, please call" and
then the phone number.
Again the two cops snickered and laughed at how Beth's collar made her
sound like someone's pet bitch. But ironically, she really was someone's
pet, Katherine's. And that was her phone number on the tag.
The desk sergeant wrote down the number and then told the lady officers, in
a routine manner, "Put her in a cell and do your paper work. I'll call the
number later and see who this K. S. person is and what's really going on
with her. That's it. Now get out of here!"
The two women cops took Beth's by the arms and led her to where the jail
cells were. It was a short distance away, behind some sturdy steel doors.
And the cellblock itself was dark and seemed vacant. It was late now and
the only light that availed itself was coming from a single bulb down at
the end of the hallway.
The cops took Beth to a cell at the end of the hall, unlocked the door,
shoved her in, and then locked it. Again they taunted her with more
laughter and more insults. Then they told her as soon as the cuff guy got
to the station they will make sure they sent him back here to help her.
Of course, Beth knew they would do no such thing. She would be lucky if he
even came at all.
Their final insult was to call her, "B, the lost little puppy". And before
they left, they told their little puppy that if she was good, they might
bring her some doggie treats later. That is, if her gag was removed by
then. The cops then left her, laughing to one another as they walked down
the hall.
Beth leaned against the cell wall and watched them disappear into the
darkness with her sad puppy dog eyes. A short time later, she heard the
sound of a heavy metal door being closed and then locked.
She turned her head and stared out into the hallway, towards the only
light that was there. She was alone now. No more laughing, no more snide
remarks, no more being made fun of or ridiculed. She closed her eyes and
began to wonder what hurt more. The physical pain of her bound and gagged
condition, or the pain she felt deep inside her soul.
She slowly opened her eyes. Again, she looked down the long dark hallway
and thought to herself, 'Oh Katherine, my Katherine, where are you. I need
you so badly now. Please come. Please come and get your B out of here.
Please?"
Beth felt so alone and lost. Her whole life seemed to be out of control
now. In a few short hours her life, her entire existence even, had gone
from bad to worse. She began to wonder if she had finally reached rock
bottom, being alone here in this jail cell.
Then she heard a voice, a female voice.
It came from within her cell, from the darkness where the light could not
reach. It was the combination of the words and the tone in this voice that
made Beth feel like rock bottom might still be some distance below her yet.
She looked deep into the darkness and heard footsteps approaching. The
distinct "click, click, click" sound made from high heels frightened her.
Then as if a dark shroud was pulled away, a black woman stood looking at
her. Again, Beth heard that same seductive voice and those same words that
sent goose bumps flowing over her skin.
"My . . . my . . . my . . . aren't you a very pretty THING."
The way the black woman emphasized the word "thing" made Beth's flesh
crawl. She was bound hand and foot, gagged into numbing silence, and now,
before her, was an eerie dark woman. She felt like the proverbial fly
caught in the web of an evil spider.
Beth took time to really look at this strange black woman. She had a
stately presence about her. Her silky black hair was styled elegantly atop
her head and it still held a faint glimmer, even in this dim light. Her
face was flawless ebony. Her lips full and ruby red. And her eyes seemed
warm, but soul searching.
She wore petite jewelry of dazzling brilliance that only enhanced her
natural beauty. Her figure was slim, but strong. And the way her black
velvet gown flowed around her womanly curves, it complement quite nicely
the seductive powers in her voice.
This was a woman of substance, status and power. Which was in sharp
contrast to her own trailer trash image. Again, Beth felt another wave of
humiliation wash over her tormented soul.
Beth closed her eyes tightly, praying that when she opened them all of this
would have been a bad dream. But when she opened them again, the nightmare
was real. The black woman was standing right in front of her now, the
woman's clear warm eyes looking deep into her own red and teary ones. She
then spoke to Beth again.
"Hello pretty thing. My name is Tonya. And from what I see printed on your
little doggie tag, I know you will understand when I tell you my
professional name is Mistress Tonya. . . Am I not correct, pretty thing B?"
Beth was frozen, part in fear and part in astonishment. This woman, this
Mistress Tonya, had an aura about her that instilled a sense of disturbing
calm in Beth. So enthralled was Beth with the hypnotizing effect of this
cultured woman's voice, and presents, that she began to slowly nod her head
yes without even realizing it.
The black woman made her move. Her arms felt so warm and inviting, like a
lover's embrace, when she wound them around Beth and then nudged her
forward. She held Beth close to her, tenderly, compassionately, as she led
them both over to the cell's cot. The gentle woman of quality seemed to be
half carrying poor Beth while they slowly walked in a considerate attempt
to alleviate part of Beth's heavy burden. And when they came to the cot,
Tonya gently lowered Beth down upon it.
Somehow, someway, Beth was beginning to feel that Tonya really cared about
her, about the hell she was put through and that she was trying to ease her
strained condition the best she could. Beth found herself being drawn to
this woman's kindness, not unlike how she was drawn to Katherine.
Tonya sat besides Beth and without saying a word, began massaging her
shoulders. Oh that felt so good for Beth. Having her arms pulled back so
harshly and for so long was really painful for her. But now, with Tonya's
soothing massage, the pain was fading into bearable discomfort. It reminded
Beth of the times Katherine massage her as well, in the office and at home.
Those caring times seemed so distant now.
Beth was so into the relaxing massage and the stress relieving kindness
that she was unaware when Tonya eased her dress straps off her shoulders
and down her arms. Her tightly compressed and twisted breasts bounced
eagerly to freedom. An action that resulted in Beth being able to breathe
much easier, which helped her relax even more. And when Tonya began to
gently rub her breasts, Beth became a little anxious. But then again, it
felt so good having this woman fondle and caress her breasts the way she
did.
Tonya was so tender, caring and gentle with her, with her breasts. Beth's
body was so desperately in need of some soothing loving attention that her
body could not help respond favorably and quickly to Tonya's sensuous
touch.
But her mind was trying to tell her it was wrong. It was wrong for a
stranger, a woman no less, to be touching her in the way that Tonya was.
To allow this woman to continue to take such intimate liberties with her
was not the correct behavior for an intelligent heterosexual woman like
herself. Even though it did feel so very good. It was still so very wrong,
wasn't it?
Once again her mind was telling her one thing while her body was telling
her another and together they were confusing her to no end. Unbeknownst to
Beth, her confusion was not rooted in her mind-body fight for control. It
was solely in her mind. For a gap still existed between her conscious and
unconscious mind. Her conscious mind was telling her she was a pure man
loving heterosexual woman, while her unconscious mind was trying to
enlighten her that she was far more than that. The gap, the confusion, was
one of acceptance. Acceptance for her deep dark hidden desires that her
cellmate, and her severely stressed out condition, was now bringing out in
crystal clarity.
Beth began to shake her head no and then lean away from the kind-hearted
woman. But Tonya only drew her back to her until Beth was firmly nestled
into the soft confines of her black womanly embrace. Beth was far too
fatigued to put up more than a token resistance at this point.
Tonya's soft warm arms were cradling Beth, lovingly. She brushed her cheek
up against Beth's and whispered in her ear, "Everything will be all right
B. I will not hurt you. Nor will I take advantage of you either. You were
used far beyond your limits, poor sweet thing. So just relax in my warm
caress and you will soon feel much better. I promise you."
It was exactly what Beth needed, not only to hear, but to feel as well.
Tonya soon had them rocking together, and Beth felt loved and cared for,
not unlike how Katherine had made her feel. 'Oh Katherine, my Katherine,
where are you,' Beth asked herself.
Beth looked up into the calm brown eyes of Tonya, her mouth still ballooned
out to the max from the inflatable gag. For a short time, Beth's situation
seemed to have gone from night to day. It was hard for her to believe that
just a mer few minutes ago she was in the middle of a real life nightmare.
And now, she felt a little serenity had touched her soul, thanks to Tonya.
Tonya smiled and traced Beth's tightly stretched lips with her finger. She
lightly stroked the side of her puffed out cheek, and in a soft, caring
voice said, "My goodness sweet B, that is a very nasty gag you have there.
I have used toys like that from time to time in my trade, on my subs. It is
most effective when used properly. But it is also extremely uncomfortable
if worn for any length of time. And some of them, like yours, have a
tendency to break now and then. Would you like me to remove it sweet thing?
I can you know. But only if you tell me that your owner, K. S., didn't put
it there to begin with. I am very respectful of other people's property and
would never do anything that I first needed permission for. So tell me
sweet B, did the big bad police put that big bad gag in that scrumptiously
big bad mouth of yours?"
Beth eagerly nodded her head YES! She even tried to yell out, 'YES, those
damn policewomen put this damnable thing in my mouth,' but nothing short of
a short quiet moan was heard.
"You are sure B, that your owner did not gag you like this?"
Tonya began to smile. She had a tendency to tease and play with her prey,
like an evil cat, whenever the opportunity allowed it.
Again Beth shook her head NO! And tried to add the words 'No, my owner,
Mistress Katherine, did not do this to me.' But again, the most that came
out was a little louder grunt to enhance her pantomime effect. It never
even occurred to Beth how easy it was to accept the thought that she was
now owned like property and that Mistress Katherine held the deed.
"OK sweet thing, I believe you. Now you just remain still while I try and
set your mouth free."
Tonya took a pin from her hair and began to fiddle with the broken
connector. It took several minutes before a hissing sound was heard. And a
few more minutes than necessary too. But Tonya liked looking into Beth's
distressed, yet hopeful, eyes far to much to bring a quick end to such a
pleasant view.
As the air was hissing out, Beth could feel the punishing force of the air
bladder begin to recede. She was anxious to get rid of the gag and began to
wonder why it was taking so long, not to mention why Tonya kept slipping
off the release mechanism time and time again.
Of course Beth did not know that this was Tonya's way of deriving more
pleasure from someone else's distress. The elegant black woman loved it so.
Finally the gag lost enough air for it to be pulled out. But here again,
Tonya left a little more air in the bladder than necessary. So it would
purposely be a bit more difficult to remove it. Again, Beth's distressing
condition was being used for someone else's pleasure.
When the gag was finally removed Beth tried to close her mouth, but she
felt a searing pain in her jaws. Tonya explained to her that this was to be
expected and began to massage the pain away. Beth tried to say thank you to
her hero, but the words came out all garbled. It seemed the pressure of the
gag on her tongue had caused it to go numb. And with her numb tongue and
stiff aching jaws every time Beth tried to say something it sounded like
she had a mouth full of marbles.
Tonya would giggle and laugh every time Beth tried to say something. She
found the helpless state of another, especially a woman, and one as
attractive as Beth, to be very stimulating and sexually arousing.
After several unsuccessful attempts at trying to thank Tonya, Tonya put her
fingers to Beth's lips and told her to hush. She understood what she was
trying to say and there was no reason to exhaust herself anymore than she
already was. Once more Beth felt touched by Tonya's concern. She looked up
into Tonya's warm humane eyes and smiled.
Tonya lowered her head in kind and kissed Beth softly on the lips . . .
once . . . twice . . . and then a third, long, time.
Beth responded in turn, partially out of a sense of gratitude, but mainly
because she found herself wanting to for some reason. Beth was quickly
falling under the seductive spell of the sensuous black woman.
Their kiss broke and Tonya began to caress the side of Beth's face again.
This time, Beth moved into it, to enjoying the caress.
"Oh you are such a pretty sweet thing B. So beautiful, so sensuous and ever
so docile. If another did not own you, then I would take you home with me
and make you mine, forever. Forever you would be mine and mine alone B. I
would own you in all that you are . . . mind . . . body . . . soul. And you
my dear sweet thing, you would obey me in all that I command . . .
willingly . . . faithfully . . . and passionately.
I would mark you B. Brand you deep with my mark so all may see and bear
witness that you are mine. I would become the center of your universe B,
the very life force itself. You would do what I want, be what I want, and
become whatever I want. Why? Because in me you would see your salvation,
your reason for being, your virtual destiny B.
You would adore me. You would love me and serve me in all ways possible.
You have the heart of a slave B and only a Mistress like me could ever give
you what your heart desires. And what is that desire? To be owned by one
who loves you more than life itself. A love that is full, rich, passionate,
and unconditional. And you B would love me even more than that. For I would
be your owner B, your one and only Mistress to whom you would pledge
yourself in all that you are and all that you could ever hope to be. You
would be mine B. My property. My slave. My love. Forever and ever."
Tonya's words of passion were weaving around Beth's soul like a spider
cocooning its prey in silk. Beth felt excited and alive like she never had
before. There was something inside of her building, spiraling, wanting to
explode out of her. She wanted to say, 'Yes, take me Mistress Tonya. Make
me your property, your slave. I don't care if you are a woman. I want to be
owned by you, to be made love to by you, and only you. Brand me with your
mark and keep me hidden away in your lair. I will give myself to you,
willingly, in all that I am. Make me your slave. Make me love you beyond
life itself Mistress Tonya. Make me yours, forever!'
Beth was on the verge of saying this when Tonya continued, "But alas B, I
already have such a slave. I do love her and her alone. And she loves me
too. Would you like to meet her B? She is here with us."
Beth was shocked! Shocked that Tonya had rejected her. She was shocked that
another woman could be in this small jail cell without her even knowing it.
And most of all, she was shocked that she was about to give herself,
willingly, to another, to a woman no less, as property, and as a slave.
Beth's weak condition along with her still aching mouth allowed her to only
nod her head yes. 'Maybe,' she thought, 'I could learn something from
Tonya's slave. Some inside information as to what it's like being a real
live slave, unlike my pretend status. Information I might be able to use to
play my part better with my own make believe owner, Mistress Katherine.
And maybe someday, I might make it real, for a short time that is.'
Then there was the possibility of Beth seeing what "might have been for
her" if she really had become Tonya's property and slave. Was Beth about to
gaze into the looking glass, to see what might have been, if not with Tonya
then with possibly Katherine? Beth's extreme stressed out condition was
allowing her to lose herself in the fantasy.
Tonya wrapped her loving warm arms around Beth and hugged her even closer.
Their heads snuggling up to one another with one of Tonya's hands gently
fondling Beth's breasts and nipples. A position and activity that Beth was
finding very pleasant and relaxing now.
"Look over there B, at the dark end of the other cot. She is there. You
will have to excuse my slave B, for she is very shy around new people. But
I have found that her shyness makes me become even more infatuated with my
precious THING."
Beth looked up at Tonya in question at her heavy use of the word "thing"
again.
"Oh don't be surprised B, you pretty sweet THING you. It's just a pet name
of endearment, like poopsy or love muffin. Although I must admit it didn't
start out that way."
Again Beth looked at Tonya with concern, but Tonya just ignored her and
began talking to her "thing."
"OK THING, time to come out and meet a sister slave like you. Her name is
as objective as yours THING. She is called B. Come on girl, don't be shy, B
isn't going to bite you. Her mouth is still too sore for that." Tonya
giggled after that last phrase and cuddled up closer to Beth still lightly
playing with her breasts and nipples.
Beth heard some rustling of cloth and a distinct sound like metal clinking
against itself. Her gaze strained to see into the dark gloom that engulfed
most of the other cot.
A foot, then a leg suddenly appeared and Beth jerked backwards, but Tonya
held her firmly in her grasp. Beth focused on the leg and found it was
really a shoe, no a boot that stretched all the way up to the wearer's
knee. Beth frowned at it. It was a high-heeled boot all right, but one she
had never seen the likes of before. The boot looked extremely brutal and it
must have been the height of cruelty to endure walking in, if one could
walk in it at all.
The shoe part curved the foot outward in an unnatural shaped bow like a
ballerina en pointe. In fact, the wearer had only two points to walk, and
balance, on. The one formed by the pencil thin shape of the high heel
itself, which was frighteningly much longer than her own. And the other
formed by the shoe itself as it tapered the wearer's foot and toes
dramatically, clamping them into a confined and no doubt painful single
point fixed position.
Then the other leg, or boot, made it's way slowly out of the darkness and
into the light. They were a matched set. Both knee length, both in black
shiny leather and both engulfing, shaping and forcing the lower leg into a
totally immobile, unrelenting, ballerina en pointe pose.
Beth did not like what she saw. If this was the beginning, then what on
earth could possibly come next? Her stomach was feeling queasy, and her
nerves were stretched like violin strings. She was only half aware of
Tonya's preoccupation with her breasts when the black woman spoke again.
"That's a good thing. There is nothing to be scared of here. B just wants
to see you and marvel at your unique beauty. Who knows, maybe she could
have been you? Or maybe, some day, she will be?"
Both women stared at each other after that last remark. Beth with a
distressed look of concern and Tonya with a big smile suggesting she was
just teasing, maybe!
Beth returned her gaze to the boots only to be stunned into immovable, eye
bulging, mouth dropping astonishment! Thing had come out of the darkness
and was quietly kneeling in front of them, motionless.
Beth no longer heard or felt anything. Not even while Tonya was pinching
and pulling on her nipples. Not even while Tonya increased her embrace
around Beth to the level of squeezing her like a python. Not even when
Tonya began to muzzle Beth's neck and ear with her full luscious reds lips
and long venomous tongue. So shocked to the core with what she saw, that
Beth's breath was literally taken away.
Was this Thing? Was this Tonya's exclusive love slave? Was this even a
human being anymore, let alone a woman? If Beth thought that her own bimbo
image had mutated into the extreme of the sexually bizarre, then what would
she call the person kneeling before her now? A thing?
A cold long chill ran down Beth's spine as thoughts of how this might have
been her flooded her mind. Then terror struck her fast and deep like a
dagger thrust into her chest when she heard Tonya whispering in her ear.
"This could be you B. This still could be you!"
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Part 6 - "The Making of THING" Coming soon