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 13)
"Packaged for Perdition"
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
there next to them, similar to the size and shape of a compact steamer
trunk like Katherine's. Hers 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 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 to keep it near to her at all times. So
the black obelisk, with its shiny steel reinforced edges, it's two heavy-
duty latches and it's massive centered keyed padlocks was left alone,
except for Katherine's nylon clad foot. That she used to casually rub up
and down the side of the trunk as though she was stroking the tender flesh
of a cherished lover.
Inside the formidably locked container was her most dearest possession,
Candi. Katherine settled herself warmly into the comfy chair and took a sip
of her drink as pleasant memories of that morning came back to her.
Katherine knew Candi would not put up much of a fight, since she had spent
the entire night severely bound and gagged to the vertical post. She also
knew, from personal experience, that having one fantastic orgasm after
another via Thing's most talented tongue was another reason for not getting
any rest. So when it came time to release her, Katherine knew Candi would
be hard pressed to simply stand up, let alone resist what was going to
happen next.
Both Katherine and Tonya removed all of Candi's bondage, except for her
strapped in sponge gag and then added a dog collar and leash. As Katherine
lead her new slave girl to the bathroom by this humiliating tether, Tonya
did her best to help support Candi from behind by using her crop on her
delicious butt whenever she faltered.
Once, when Candi's arms regained a modest degree of feeling and control,
she tried to remove her gag. But Katherine quickly slapped her hands away.
Then her Mistress reached out and grasped both of her slave's recently
installed nipple rings and pulled up on them hard. She command her slave
not to do that again, and then threatened her that things could get much
worst if she didn't obey. The dear compassionate friend that was once
Beth's boss was no more.
Poor Beth was so exhausted, both physically and mentally, that she simply
surrendered to the situation with only a single tear running down her cheek
as evidence to her passive reluctance.
Katherine put her drink off to the side and reached into her purse for some
pictures. She wanted something more concrete than her memories to help her
re-live that wonderful morning when she and Tonya prepared her lesbian
bimbo sex slave for her "unique" traveling experience.
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. It ran to a fairly
large bag hanging from the shower rod.
Katherine was virtually beaming, so thoroughly content with herself, after
looking at the next picture of bald headed pet looking into the camera with
such sad beseeching eyes. She remembered how steadfast Beth was in not
wanting to look into the camera. But a few hard smacks on her behind,
compliments of Tonya and her crop, demonstrated to Candi that any
resistance on her part was now futile. Katherine looked very close at the
picture and swore she could see part of Candi's glowing red butt there in
the photo.
The following picture showed Candi all lathered up with soap. She and Tonya
had so much fun washing her pet while she was still on all fours in the
tub. Katherine remembered rubbing her hands all over her wet soapy pet's
body with particular attention directed to the breast and pussy areas. She
felt that Candi liked being massaged like this, but doubted that Beth would
ever admit to it. At least not until she had been thoroughly indoctrinated
into her new Candi persona.
Tonya took the next picture of Candi standing outside of the tub. She
looked so forlorn with her head bowed down and her hands in front of her
trying to cover up her ringed nipples and pussy. Katherine could see that
the enema bag was now empty and she could even make out a slight distension
in Candi's stomach from having all that warm cleansing solution drained
into her. She remembered with delight how she and Tonya kept rubbing
Candi's ballooned tummy commenting on how much of a slut she was for
getting pregnant like this.
Katherine closed her eyes and held the stack of pictures close to her
chest. She started to dream of how much fun she was going to have playing
with her slave girl like this in California. But her day dreams were short
live, as a great desire built up inside of her to go on to the next
picture.
She pulled the set of pictures from her body and took the top picture off
the deck and placed it on the bottom. Immediately Katherine saw Candi
sitting on the toilet. The dog leash was fastened behind her now to another
ring in the wall just above the toilet's water tank. It was pulled very
taut causing Candi to remain on the seat and arching her back backwards
with her bald head almost touching the wall behind her. She could not see
it, but she remembered how Tonya fasten Candi's thumbs to her opposite
nipple rings with a couple of twist ties. This arrangement prevented her
slave from escaping her current position on the toilet or to remove her gag
when they left her alone to relieve herself.
A soft giggle escaped Katherine's lips as she quickly saw the next picture
in queue. This 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 had kept her like this as they
cleaned around her butt hole and then lubricated both her butt and pussy
orifices.
Katherine thought she could still hear the faint little moans and whimpers
from her pet during this intimate invasion. But in retrospect, a thought
did crossed her mind. She wondered if those sounds were related to Tonya's
and her prolonged diddling of her two holes, or, if her dear sweet Candi
was smart enough to figure out why they were greasing her up to begin with.
Either way, it did not matter now.
She began to squirm like a complacent cat in the plane's captain's chair
when she relived the next tender Kodak moment. This picture was of a ghost.
A ghost with big brown puppy dog eyes and shiny metal rings. Candi had
talcum powder rubbed all over her body making her look like a macabre
erotic aberration from the dead. Prior to dusting her pet, Katherine had
removed the dog collar and took off the strap that forced the nerf ball gag
in, but she still left the sponge inside her pet's widely stretched mouth.
She commanded her slave not to touch the gag, and poor tired depressed Beth
did as she was told without a single sign of rebellion.
Katherine's eyes grew full and her mouth made a sensuous "ouuu" sound as
she saw 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
on down to the tip of her big toe, Katherine's slave was encapsulated 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 distressed, pleading
eyes. Two more tiny ones, air holes, under 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
butt and pussy holes.
She had fond memories of putting her pet into that glaring pink cat suit as
she gently stroked the image of Candi. In the picture her pet was standing
alone, her arms at her sides and she was staring wide-eyed into the camera.
Katherine 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 appearance once
the pink colored material encased them. 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 openings in just
the right spots a very formidable and quite exhausting task, almost to the
point of taking the joy out of encasing her pretty pink pet. But together,
Tonya and herself were able to grasp, pull and push Candi's soft feminine
body into the correct places and then zip it closed in back. From the crack
of her butt, all the way up to the base of her pretty slave's neck.
The last piece of her outfit 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 soon put her
Candi back into her whimpering submissive mode.
The final part was putting a nice shine to the latex. Both she and Tonya
had so much fun buffing and rubbing her statuesque display dummy to a
brilliant pink shiny luster, the result of which, was the fantastic erotic
image there in the photo before her.
Katherine pulled down a 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 one more time.
The first showed Candi wearing a black leather corset. She and Tonya had to
take turns in drawing the laces tightly through those industrial strength
grommets until the edges of the corset met in back. But the effect on Candi
was awesome. Her waist was reduced significantly and the corset enhanced
her natural hourglass shape into looking positively wasp like.
The second picture was a back view of Candi wearing a single glove. It
covered her arms from the end of her pink pod shaped hands to just below
her shoulders. It too had laces that needed to be pulled and knotted
tightly as it constricted her arms together into one 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 with great joy as
she watched Tonya fit those specially designed bondage devices to her
decorated pink and increasing black slave girl.
The first thing Tonya did was to remove that enormous nerf ball from
Candi's mouth. Katherine was chuckling now, just as she did back then, at
how Tonya had to grasp the little bit that stuck out and began pulling, and
shaking, and forcing poor Candi's head this way, and that way, and finally
plucked that damn thing out.
When it did come out, 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 it that kept her looking like a
hungry little birdie beckoning to be fed.
Just as Tonya was about to place her personally designed 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 and Katherine only smiled and nodded her
head once. Tonya then forced the new gag into Candi's groaning mouth, post
haste.
The gag was wedged shaped in design, and made out of black rubber. There
were two grooves in it so Candi's teeth would fit 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 expanded and force Candi's jaws apart.
But Tonya only squeezed the ball a few times just so the wedge would seat
properly and hold itself 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 fastened
with the clasps in front. The bottom and top edges were lightly padded and
conformed to the top of 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 facing straight forwards. When Tonya was done Candi could not
move her head at all while still being able to breathe freely.
Tonya then walked in front and began pumping on the wedged gag again. Both
Tonya and Katherine watched eagerly as Candi's lower jaw was forced deeply
against the posture collar. Then they giggled like schoolgirls as Candi
cheeks ballooned out like a hamster's cheek pouch loaded with food.
Finally, Tonya ceased her pumping 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
dome sitting on top of a black leather pedestal and her mouth was drawn
out in a kind of weird, black, open mouthed grin.
There was a strap on the back of the collar that attached to the single
glove which made it impossible for it to slide off Candi's arms now.
Katherine lingered on this one 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 trying to hold her in place. In the picture Tonya was
smiling and trying to peek around Candi as if attempting to see her face,
but was 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 more 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. They purposely remained completely oblivious to Candi's
agonized condition while they casually threaded and tightened the laces
through the many eyeholes until they were finished. At that time, they each
took hold of Candi and helped her to stand up, en pointe. It was difficult
at first. Candi wanted to bend her knees and fall to the ground. But Tonya
held her fast around the waist while Katherine pulled Candi upright by her
nipple rings. Soon Candi got the point and was able to balance on her toes
and pin-point heels. That's when Katherine took the picture she was
gloating over right now.
Katherine spent a lot of time looking over those last four photos before
moving on to the next one. Which was another one she loved to look at. It
showed Candi kneeling erect on a small square padded dolly. One could not
see it 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 top of metal pole. A plate that also had a pair of
monstrous dildos attached rigidly to it, just like Thing's did.
After the dildos were worked a good deal into Candi's slippery holes, a
function that both women enjoyed immensely while Beth didn't, Tonya pulled
on a hidden lever in the base of the dolly. Just like on Thing's perch,
when it was pushed, it caused the pipe to rise upward. Tonya continued to
pumped it until Candi's knees just barely rested 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 around Candi's legs just above her knees until the
metal pole disappeared completely into the flesh of her tightly squeezed
together pink thighs. Katherine 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 cheeks.
Katherine used one final wide leather strap with four metal rings dangling
from it. It was wrapped around Candi's waist and her single glove before
being firmly buckled in front. This belt forced Candi's arms into her back,
which in turn prevented them from thrashing about behind her. Katherine
stared at this picture for a very long time. For at this point, Candi was a
taut, solid and kneeling form, fully plugged in all three orifices, and
ready for shipping.
Katherine leaned back into her chair, closed her eyes and watched in her
mind's eye at how much fun Tonya and she had playing with Candi like this.
Both women would go to opposite ends of the room and took turns pushing
Candi back and forth across her wooden floor on the wheeled dolly. She
wished she had a picture, or a video of this. Of how a wide eyed fearful
Candi flowed across the floor on her roller-skated platform. They would
even spin Candi around in circles as she whooshed across the smooth floor.
Tonya and her had so much fun at Candi's expense that 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.
Time was getting short about then. So both women 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 they were fastened and locked together, the
trunk, the dolly and Candi would be one solid unit.
Four straps hung from the inner sides of the trunk and were used with the
corresponding four rings on Candi's waist belt to further anchor her in
place. They were necessary to keep Candi safe and from being bounced about
in her exquisite traveling accommodations for no doubt the trunk would be
moved and jostled about quite roughly in transit. The picture that
Katherine was looking at now showed a bugged eyed Candi securely fastened
inside a very close fitting, sound proof, shipping trunk.
The next and final picture was of Candi in the trunk, but with a few added
accessories. A tube ran from the center hole in her gag to a bag filled
with liquid hanging from the back top corner of the trunk. Since the trip
would take several hours and she didn't want her new possession to become
dehydrated, Katherine arranged for a liquid to slowly drip into the back of
Candi's throat. This liquid had a mild muscle relaxant to it, so Candi
would not suffer from any muscle cramps while on her journey. It also
contained a mental stimulant to keep her awake and conscious so she did not
choke on the liquid either.
On Candi's head was a kind of headphone harness, so that soothing music, as
well as a subliminal message, would be constantly playing for her.
A high energy battery pack was attached to the base of the dolly that
activated the dildos inside of Candi's two lower orifices. Their activation
was done either automatically, by a simple little electronic device inside
the dolly, or by a remote wireless control. The dildos were capable of
vibrating, rotating and of producing a mild electric shock if one so
desired.
The final addition were two small tear shaped weights that hung from short
metal chains. The other ends of these chains had a clip that had been
attached to Candi's nipple rings. The weights were not there to simply
cause Candi a good degree of waking discomfort, but to also remind her of
something.
Each time Candi was moved or jostled around, the excess pull on her
sensitive pierced nipples was to remind her that she was well on her way to
a new place, a new life style and a new destiny. That being the lesbian
bimbo slave girl of Mistress Katherine. And possibly, what was even more
important, just how powerless she was in doing anything to stop it.
Shortly after the addition of the nipple weights and before the trunk lid
was closed, latched and locked tight, they strapped in a small oxygen
canister and turned it on to a slow flow. It was simply an extra added
feature of reassurance for a nice safe trip.
The lid was then closed and three big stickers were placed on the top and
two sides saying, "This End UP", "FRAGILE!" and "Handle With Care." Candi
was all packed up and ready to be shipped to California, just like
Katherine had promised her. Albeit not quite in the same manner that Beth
thought she would be going in.
Katherine made sure that she was always in eyesight 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, with excitement, as to 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 moving times, she took pity on her slave and used her remote control
to give those two dildos a little extra activity for poor Candi's sake. A
little electric jolt can easily change one's area of awareness quite
quickly.
But now, Katherine was here on the corporate jet, sipping her wine 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.
Katherine would not take Candi straight home. She had set up an appointment
with a "special" person that Tonya used to help 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 done to her property to suit
her own personal tastes.
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 airhead
that her Candi persona was to develop into.
Next, her lips needed to be made bigger. Katherine enjoyed the feel of
Tonya's luscious full ripen lips on her own sensuous body. Nothing gaudy
though, just more voluptuous then they already were.
Katherine also wanted Candi's tongue lengthened. She just loved how
articulated and talented Thing's had become in orally pleasing her, and
that is what she wanted for Candi. But there was a catch that she needed to
talk with that "special" person about. She didn't want Candi's tongue so
long as to make her totally incapable of understandable speech, like Thing
was.
However, if there was a trade off, maybe they could limit it somehow.
After all, Candi was just a bimbo slave girl now. So she was not expected
to give long-winded business speeches or use multi-syllable words any more.
In fact, Katherine was becoming excited over an idea of training Candi to
use short sentences of mostly single syllable words. But she would have to
play that part by ear though, for she had no idea 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". Katherine
knew she wanted them to be made 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 that what she really
wanted was a simple pair of "D's".
Maybe she could have them inject Candi with the serum to make them into a
"D" cup first, then give her a drug to make her lactate, thus turning her
"D" cup into a "DD".
Then Katherine's evil mind hit upon an insidious idea. An idea that would
not only give Candi the breast size that she desired, but also add
tremendously to Candi's training in making Beth accept her new identity
completely.
Katherine's idea was to turn Candi into a cow. A cow named Buttercup. While
they were 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 Beth
fully understood that she was no longer in control of her life, and was no
longer who she once was.
Katherine would have a cow suit made up for her. It would be made of white
spandex with big black splotches on it. She would have a special white and
black open faced hood made up with big cow's ears on it. She knew some
people who could make her a special collar for her sweet Buttercup as well.
It would be like one of those no barking dog collars. Each time Candi 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.
Katherine would even get Candi a big cowbell 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 style knee high boots,
also in the white and black cow pattern. Her lower and upper legs would be
bound together so she would be forced to walk on her padded knees. And a
butt plug would be use to hang a cow's tail from it.
Once Katherine 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 become permanent. The choice would be up to her. And her current
condition would be a test. The quicker she submitted to and acted like a
cow named Buttercup, the quicker she would go back to being Mistress
Katherine's bimbo slave girl Candi.
Katherine was squirming with excitement just thinking about how complete
she would make Buttercup's reality. She would have a little stable made for
her with straw and such. She would feed her a sparing diet of vegetables
and grain. She would even exercise her on a treadmill to keep her in good
health and in shape. She would force her to defecate like an animal as
well, outside. When the lactation drug took effect, she would even milk her
just like a cow. That ought to be the straw that broke the camel's back!
Imagine seeing those special mechanical milking cups sucking milk from her
bovine sized udders each and every day that her Mistress decides to keep
her as Buttercup.
To make it all the more humiliating for her, and adding to her Candi
personality, Katherine would have Buttercup's pussy stimulated each time
she was milked. Soon she would be trained to become sexually aroused, and
then to orgasm, each time someone played with her breasts or treated her as
something less than human.
After Candi plateaus out as Buttercup, Katherine would finally give her a
choice. Remain forever as Buttercup, or become Candi. Of course Beth will
choose to be Candi, even if it meant that she would become her Mistress's
lesbian bimbo sex slave for the rest of her life. Katherine reasoned that
being a partial human would be far more preferable than a stupid cow named
Buttercup any day.
And once Beth makes that choice, then she would have an loyal obedient
slave girl to mold as however she wished. It would only be a matter of time
after that, when the Candi persona became a complete and integrated entity
of her slave's entire existence.
Yes, that's how she will do it. She will use the carrot and stick method
again, pain and pleasure. She will use emotional and physical pain to
direct her pet away from what she does "not" want her to become, and use
pleasure to make her slave become what she "does" want her to become. She
was going to have Candi so sexually frustrated that she will perform or
become anything that her Mistress wanted, just to have an orgasm. That's
when she will have her Candi for good and all.
Katherine, Mistress Katherine, was going to make Candi love her. She was
going to nurture Candi's lesbian desires, her bimbo traits, and her overall
total slave personality with relentless fortitude. Then, once Mistress
Katherine became the center of Candi's universe, her very reason for living
with loyal undying love, Beth would be no more. Just like Cynthia was no
more. On that day, Beth would truly cease to exist. And from the ashes,
like the great Phoenix, will arise Candi, the lesbian bimbo slave girl of
Mistress Katherine, permanently.
Katherine gently closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep. Her foot still up
against the black trunk. And inside the trunk was Candi. A bound, pierced,
plugged, hurting and sexually frustrated victim, with liquid that she could
not stop slowly dripping down her ever conscious, sleep deprived, throat.
And all the while a message, that she could barely hear, 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 her to orgasm whenever she desires. I have
no mind of my own. I cannot remember facts, figures or dates. I am a bimbo,
an airhead, a pet, a slave. My tits, my ass, my pussy, 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. And Mistress Katherine is my owner."
- The End -
Addendum?
Within the trunk, deep within the severely bound and impaled form of
the poor soul who had once been called Beth Jenson, a tiny flame flickered.
It came into existence as a result of being so bitterly betrayed by the one
she trusted the most. Her drug induced stimulated mind embraced that tiny
flame and created a single conscious thought from it. Despite the ever
present murmuring voice in her ears, despite the constant pain throughout
her wretched body and despite the intense emotional roller coaster ride she
had experienced in the last few hours, the thought took root.
The tiny flickering flame began to grow, and as it grew, the thought
became a solemn oath. An oath that quickly became a new, stronger and
overriding mantra composed of only three simple words. A phrase so easy to
remember because it was the antithesis of her life now, that is, until her
time came, and come it would!
The three words that were being burned into her psyche, into her life
force, into her very soul, were "Freedom and Revenge!"
