One night in WeHo as the usual crowd had gathered and was socializing, Bonnie came in and started her routine. Several k.d.s entered and started telling Bonnie how much they loved her. The whole scene was horrible to witness. So, in desperation to stop the torment, Jacklyn charged at one of the k.d.s. Some say it wasn’t even the real k.d.lang, but a clone because some nights there were a half dozen clones who would work Bonnie into a frenzy. Since Bigdoggy didn’t want his pal Jacklyn to be counter-attacked by k.d. and a frenzied Bonnie, he tossed Jacklyn an ax that happened to be lying nearby. Jacklyn swung wildly at k.d.lang and hacked off an arm, a foot and a breast. They thought the k.d.lang clone was lifeless as they divided up the body parts. Jacklyn wanted the arm for she had naughty plans for it already percolating in her brain. Bigdoggy chose the foot which he had to have bronzed to keep it from turning foul. And the tit, well… DomLissa took the tit and used it to tease Bonnie after tossing her into the dungeon. After about a week of blissful quiet without Bonnie’s eternal moaning, since the dungeon was soundproofed, the k.d. clone had returned. Bigdoggy was mortified because he thought Jacklyn had finished her off for good. The clone milled around for awhile, but with no Bonnie to keep her company soon left.
When Bigdoggy saw k.d.’s picture in the newspaper, his blood ran cold and he thought of nothing but escape. He ran back up the stairs and grabbed the bronzed k.d. foot and ran back down the stairs and jumped in his car. He’d call his sister later, he thought, and tell her to take care of the dog and cats. He’d tell her he was on his way to Oregon and hopefully that’d throw k.d. and Bonnie off his trail if they tracked him to his house. He was on his way to WeHo where Jacklyn offered some protection with her strong ax arm. He had just barely reached WeHo when he saw Bonnie and the k.d. clone come shuffling in. The clone had an obvious limp since the wooden foot that had been fashioned for her was poorly made. Both the k.d. clone and Bonnie were dressed in skin-tight black leather pants that were stretched to the bursting point. Bigdoggy wondered how they had managed to squeeze into those leather outfits, and how on earth would they get back into them if they had to go to the bathroom. Since it was blistering hot in WeHo, rivulets of sweat were already streaming down their faces. Stupid cows, Bigdoggy thought to himself. It was incredulous that anyone would knowingly wear black leather in such oven-like weather. The k.d. clone made the area around her more hellish as she lit a cigarette and blew the toxic smoke all around, tainting the nearby air.
"Give me my damned arm and foot," the clone bellowed, "and where in the hell is my left tit?"
DomBonnie giggled nervously since she had the left k.d. tit packed into the black leather top between her own tits. She wasn’t about to give it up for anything or anyone, not even to the k.d. clone. She had earned the tit she felt because of her suffering in DomLissa’s dungeon. Many was the time that DomLissa would teasingly wave the tit in front of Bonnie’s drooling face. DomLissa would dance out of range of Bonnie’s flailing arms as she tried to grab for the tit. Sometimes DomLissa would almost let Bonnie touch it then she would crack the bullwhip, and Bonnie would go scurrying back to her corner. After she had had her fun with Bonnie for the day, DomLissa would take the tit to her bedroom where she would lay it gently between layers of lacy black panties in her dresser. This had gone on for awhile till Bonnie had learned everything a Dominatrix needed to know by slyly observing all that DomLissa said and did. DomLissa thought there was nothing going on behind the vacant stare of Bonnie’s eyes, so one night she carelessly left the dungeon keys where Bonnie could get at them. Bonnie waiting till DomLissa had passed out then crept upstairs and subdued DomLissa She then put Lissa in the Stocks down in the dungeon and whipped her naked posterior with a riding crop from the wall of instruments. Bonnie completed her transformation into DomBonnie by rummaging through DomLissa’s closet and drawers and taking the black lacy undergarments and black leather outer garments she’d need. DomBonnie couldn’t believe her good fortune in finding the k.d. tit so easily in the panty drawer. She was prepared to rip DomLissa’s house to shreds to find it. No, she thought, I’ll be keeping the tit.
"I’m not done with the arm," Jacklyn said menacingly as she twirled the ax and made it gleam in the sun. The arm still had some usage for Jacklyn, Bigdoggy surmised although the fingers had been worn down to the knuckles from Jacklyn’s obsessive usage of it. Bigdoggy had tried to get Jacklyn to bronze the k.d. arm but she wanted it more pliant than cold metal she had said. Jacklyn had kept the arm from turning putrid by applying lotions and secret oils used by the Egyptians. It didn’t stink, but it had a brown leathery appearance.
Bigdoggy clutched his bronzed k.d. foot tighter. He had waved it above his head and proudly paraded it around WeHo on many occasions but today was not the time to let it loose from his grasp. At least he wouldn’t give it up easily, he thought.
A crowd was gathering to watch the spectacle. Many of them didn’t know of the torturous sessions to which Bonnie had subjected the nighttime citizens of WeHo. All the daytime citizens saw was DomBonnie and her gal demanding the return of the gal’s body parts. Some of these unwitting citizens started chanting for Bigdoggy and Jacklyn to surrender the foot and arm.
"Why do you want these parts back, what good are they to you now?" Bigdoggy inquired of Bonnie.
"My uncle needs the marrow from the bones which haven’t been exposed to air in order to make more clones. This clone and the others have been exposed to a bacteria which is making them deteriorate."
As if to punctuate that comment, the clone’s other arm fell off. "Arghhhh," she cried.
"But, the arm that Jacklyn has, has been exposed to air—" Bigdoggy said.
"Here, I’ll trade her the arm that just fell off of the clone for the one she has. She treated it with oils and such, so it might be viable still. The bronzed foot you have is non-negotiable though. It’s imperative that we acquire the foot since it hasn’t been contaminated." Bonnie hurriedly said.
DomBonnie picked up the newly fallen arm and made the exchange with Jacklyn. Jacklyn could think of nothing but the new set of fingers to pleasure herself with. With a lusty look in her eyes, Jacklyn scurried away from WeHo taking her ax with her. Seeing that he was now outnumbered, Bigdoggy clanked DomBonnie upside the head with the bronzed foot. She was momentarily stunned, but the clone head-butted Bigdoggy to the ground. Before he could get back to his feet DomBonnie had a bullwhip cracking. DomBonnie kept Bigdoggy pinned to the ground by snapping the whip as she scooped up the foot. DomBonnie and the k.d. clone rushed out of WeHo. They had to get the arm and foot to DomBonnie’s uncle to begin the cloning process. In his rush to make a new batch of clones, DomBonnie’s uncle didn’t notice anything unusual when he opened up the bronzed foot and extracted the marrow from the bones found inside. He wouldn’t realize something had gone awry till the giant swine clones were wrecking his lab. Unbeknownst to all, Bigdoggy had made a replica of the k.d. foot and filled the bronze shell with pickled pigs knuckles. He had buried the real foot in a secret place.
