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Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Don't read if you are younger than 18 years old or not legally allowed to read adult material and all the usual disclaimers. Text in brackets [like this] is translated from barely decipherable lisp. A huge thank you to Oklaliz for the editing help. If you enjoy this, it is largely thanks to Oklaliz making it much more readable. Identify - Chapter 6 of 10 - The Day After When Linna awoke, the first thing she noticed was she was still wearing the horrible armbinder. The next thing she noticed was she was still gaged with the bit gag and it was still secured to her tongue. She could feel the straps still pressing on her head. She quickly also noticed she was laying on her right side and sandwiched between two bodies holding her essentially immobile. It felt like something was in both her ass and pussy. Trying to shift, she found that her legs were only encumbered by what felt like other people's legs. Her aching feet told her that she was still in the tight reindeer boots. Opening her eyes, she stared into the sleeping face of a relatively good looking guy, but couldn't see anything else due to the damn blinders restricting her view to straight ahead. She tried to pick up her head and could feel the weight of those accursed antlers still pulling at her head. Her head's movement was stopped short by her reins which were held or attached to something. She couldn't tell what. She continued her self-examination - what little she could explore anyway. Looking down she found the guy in front of her was pulling upward on her left breast with his right hand. His middle and ring finger were wrapped through her nipple ring. He wasn't applying a lot of pressure, but enough to lift her breast free from the corset cups exposing her stiff, pierced nipple. She felt the two bodies shift with respect to each other and realized it was a pair of penises she felt in her ass and pussy. Trussed up as she was and sandwiched between two bodies, she couldn't get a look at her surroundings. She couldn't get up, couldn't even roll over. She thought about trying to shriek past her gag to wake the sleeping guys up. It didn't seem wise to startle awake someone gripping her nipple ring. She wasn't really sure she wanted the consequences of that. Instead, she let her mind drift back. She tried to remember the night before. Slowly the memories of the night before came into focus. She remember being led into the kitchen. There her reins-holder massaged and squeezed her large breasts. When she started moaning, he grabbed a tray with four chains attached, one at each corner. Two of them he wrapped around her compressed waist, pulling the chains tight. He pulled hard to clip them together under tension. The excess of both chains dangled down her back. Apparently most of those who were made to wear this tray didn't have the same tiny 15-inch waist she did. He then focused on the other two chains. He fishing around in her corset's cups, mashing her boobs in the process. He drew each of the 4- inch rings piercing the base of her nipples upward so the ring was just peaking over her corset's cups. He attached the two remaining chains to her nipple rings with small snap rings. One chain and snap ring for each nipple ring. He adjusted where the snap ring was connected to make the tray level. Some excess chain dangled from each nipple ring. As he let go of the tray, the tray pulled and pried on Linna's nipple rings like a little levers fulcruming off the top edge of her corset. It wasn't too bad under just the tray weight. However, as the party hosts started putting drinks on her tray, it really started to pull at her nipples. "Don't you dare make any noise," the guys warned her. The frat hosting this party all dressed as nutcracker soldiers to make it apparent who the hosts were. Their girlfriends from a related sorority dressed as sugar plum fairies. After they put half a dozen drinks on Linna's tray, they sent her out with orders to mingle until all the drinks were removed, then return. She made several trips over the next couple of hours, always having to move slowly with tiny steps. The extreme boots refused to gain traction on the hardwood floor. Her steps were also limited by her tight skirt. It was agonizing. When she thought it couldn't get any worse, someone came up with an idea. If she was headed back into the kitchen anyway, she could take the empty glasses back on her tray. For the next several trips, she returned with far more glassed stacked on her tray and pulling on her nipples. Everyone was enjoying the teetering, skittering reindeer server. This continued until the number of glasses she brought from the kitchen and the number she returned with started evening out. Someone else got the idea if she was going to be carrying dirty dishes back to the kitchen, she could carry their cocktail plates back too. All of this loading and unloading was really pulling on Linna's nipples and making her want to cry out. She was repeatedly warned not to make any noise, so she kept biting back the sobs. Finally, on one trip, someone had just grabbed the last glass of alcohol. Linna was about to head back to the kitchen for another round when someone grabbed the tray and turned her to face them. It was the blond sugar plum who had expressed such distain the moment Linna came through the door. It was apparent the sugar plum had quite a bit to drink. While she wasn't obviously swaying, her inhibitions were obviously reduced. With a rather cruel smile, she said, "Here you go slut, I gathered a stack of dishes for you." She unceremoniously dropped a large stack of dishes right on the front of Linna's tray where the weight would pull most on her poor nipples. Linna couldn't help it. At the sudden addition of the weight yanking on her poor nipple rings, she let out a short wail past her gag as tears started streaming from her eyes. "Did you hear that? She has to be punished for her insolence," the sugar plum insisted. Grabbing one of the rings on her bit gag, the sugar plum hurried (as fast as the poor reindeer girl could go) Linna back into the kitchen. "Stand there and don't move while I get a suitable punishment," the sugar plum demanded. The sugar plum left the room for a few moments. While she was gone, someone mercifully unloaded poor Linna's tray. The sugar plum returned and held up to Linna's limited vision a large butt plug that really didn't look any bigger than the one currently attached to her short tail. The worrying part about this plug was it had a squeeze bulb hanging from it and a stiff tube running through it to allow liquids to flow through it. Without any additional lube, the fairy roughly pulled Linna's tail out of her ass and through the hole in the back of her skirt. The relief of the empty feeling in her ass was short lived as the new plug was quickly forced back through the same hole. It didn't feel that different from her previous tail plug. The sugar plum squeezed plug inflation bulb. If it were physically possible to get even more up on her toes, Linna would have done so to try to escape the pressure in her ass. Soon Linna was squealing and sobbing from the pressure. Eventually the fairy decide it was inflated enough and held something else up to Linna's view. It was a beer bong - a funnel attached to a length of flexible tubing. The sugar plum quickly connected the end of the tubing to the tube running through Linna's plug, then tied the funnel to the top of Linna's armbinder. After making sure everything was secure, the sugar plum fairy said, "I don't think you've had anything to drink yet. It's high time you had some." With that, she picked up a large bottle of vodka. By this time in the party was only had about 200 ml left in it or about 5 shots. The sugar plum poured it in the funnel. Adding some drinks to the tray, she sent the reindeer back out into the crowd. As soon as they entered the room, the fairy announced, "Our reindeer needs your contributions, pour whatever excess drinks you have left over into her funnel." Over the next 10 minutes, a lot of alcohol was poured down the funnel. Alcohol is absorbed through the large intestine much more rapidly than through the stomach, and can't be rejected by vomiting. Linna barely made it back to the kitchen. It didn't help that Linna was running on an empty stomach. There was nothing else in her system to help absorb the alcohol. Coming into the kitchen, she started to lose her balance. One of the guys grabbed her and unloaded her tray. They tried to stand her back up, but as soon as they took their hands off her, she would start to topple over again. Between the tiny platform shoes, the hobble skirt and the alcohol, she simply could no longer keep her balance. The alcohol was also having another effect. Linna had to pee with increasing urgency. Between the gag and her alcohol induced stupor, she couldn't think of a way to communicate her need to pee. She wasn't sure how much longer she could hold it. "Great, now you've gotten our reindeer server drunk and ruined our fun," one of the guys complained to the sugar plum fairy. "The slutty bitch deserved it. She shouldn't have cried out when I put a couple of plates on her tray," the fairy responded. After arguing the merits of getting the reindeer drunk for a couple of minutes. The argument instead turned to what should be done with the reindeer. While they were arguing, they perched Linna on a stool. One of the soldiers held her tray to steady the tipsy reindeer. Her funnel was still quite full of alcohol and she continued to absorb it into her system. One of the guys appeared with a ring of keys. "You wouldn't believe what this cost me," he grumbled. "What?" another one asked. "I had to tell Rory her reindeer was drunk. She just wanted us to let her lie down and sleep it off. I insisted that she could still be fun. Rory demanded $2,000 for the keys." "Did you pay it?" "Yeah, I figured, what the hell? It's chump change, I suppose." The voices continued out of Linna's view. "So she isn't just a slut, she is a prostitute," Linna heard the sugar plum's voice say. "Come on. A prostitute?" "Sex for money, that's a prostitute," insisted the sugar plum. After fiddling around with several of the keys, they eventually found one that worked on the lock to Linna's belt holding her skirt in place. One of the guys unclipped her nipple rings from the tray while another unfastened the tray at her back. They unlocked the lock on her belt. "Stop! When you release that plug, we are going to have a mess of alcohol spill out her anus," the sugar plum (who didn't want to deal with the mess) pointed out. After another short debate, one of them produced a bucket, stood Linna in it, and released the pressure deflating Linna's butt plug. Pulling the plug free, a fair bit of liquid rushed out of Linna's ass. Most of the liquid funneled down the inside of the tight skirt and into the waiting bucket. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the fluid running down her legs anyway, Linna released her bladder and added her own urine to the mix in the bucket. Fumbling with the belt, the zipper and skirt, the guys quickly stripped her of her restrictive skirt. "Woah, no panties," one of the guys remarked. "What is that at her cootch?" another asked. "Looks like the slutty bitch has to keep her pussy locked up or she would be fucking everything in sight," the fairy said with distain. She was still pissed the reindeer was the center of attention instead of her. They lifted Linna clear of the bucket and carried her triumphantly into the main room. They found a D-ring at the end of Linna's armbinders. The guys quickly used the D-ring to lift up Linna's hands in a tight strappado. They took care not to dislocate her arms. The guys mercifully wrapped a couple of lengths of rope around her waist to help support her weight when her legs inevitably gave way. Linna's legs and ass were still moist from the alcohol enema, but nobody seemed to overly mind. The weight of the antlers pulled down Linna's head and her long hair draped over her face. To the guys, she became just a faceless hole hanging there helpless to use. Use her they did. One cock after another found its way into her defenseless asshole. This provided a great deal of stimulation and in her drunken state kept turning her on more and more. However, without vaginal stimulation, she just couldn't get over the edge. Her shoes slipped uselessly on the floor. The slippery shoes wouldn't allow any traction on the hard floor to help thrust back against the endless assault from behind. She had to just hang there and go along for the ride. Some would grab her hips and work her up and down their pole. Others would let her swing and use her own swaying to do most of the work. Eventually the seemingly unending procession of guys fucking her ass slowed down. One of the guys finally decided to try her other hole. It took quite a bit of fiddling around with the locks in her labia. One by one, they were able to get the locks to her snatch unlocked. Almost as soon as the first guy stuck his cock in the oversexed reindeer girl, it pushed the incredibly turned-on bimbo over the edge. Her tight vagina spasmed around his cock. "Dude, you have to try this, her pussy is milking my cock," the guy cried out. It didn't take long for him to cum and a line of candidates waiting to try her out rematerialized. It seemed to Linna nearly every cock inserted into her vagina made her cum. Soon she was panting and screaming past her bit gag with nearly continuous orgasms. It would crest, but it wouldn't recede much before beginning up the next crest. By the time the last cock had cum in her cunt, she was exhausted. She just hung limply from her arms and the rope around her waist. "We should cut her down," someone eventually said. Two of the guys roused themselves to the task. They released her from the ropes that held her. They released her strappado first. When her arms finally dropped, she cried out in pain. Her shoulders had been held back so long that with the sudden movement, feeling (and not the good kind) shot through her arms. Then when they released the ropes around he waist, she merely collapsed on the floor. Each of the guys grabbed a shoulder and helped her upright. One of the guys pushed her head backwards and pushed most of the hair out of her face. Giving her a couple of quick slaps to the cheeks, he asked, "Are you still with us little reindeer?" Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at him with a rather blank, exhausted expression. The two of them half-dragged, half-carried the exhausted girl to a large king-sized bed and dropped her in the middle of it. The two disrobed. Before she was really aware of it, the first had shoved his penis in her asshole. He was well-hung and despite her exhaustion, her eyes fluttered open at the sudden intrusion in her ass. "That did it," the other guy said, indicating her eyes were now open. He wasted no time in climbing on the other side of the bed and shoving his large cock in her well-used vagina. It took a little time for the two of them to synchronize. Soon, despite her exhaustion, the two cocks rubbing each other through the thin wall separating her colon and her vagina was bringing her to another orgasm. She was vastly overstimulated from having cum so many times already and having been used for so many hours. Despite all that, slowly her arousal built to one last painful, so powerful it hurt, orgasm. As the last orgasm was forced from the exhausted girl, both of the guys came at once together and all three of them dropped off to sleep. These memories all came flooding back to her as she lay between the sleeping bodies. She was experiencing increasing discomfort due to the pressure on her bladder, the pain of her cramped arms, the soreness of her neck holding up the antlers, and the pain in her head where the plates rested on her scalp. Her head throbbed. She couldn't tell if it was a hangover due to the alcohol she absorbed or the pressure from the antlers. Not that it mattered. Adding to her discomfort was the large gag, and the pain in her feet from the cursed boots. She also noted with annoyance she had been drooling due to the large gag all night and was getting pretty thirsty. She tried to twist, hoping it would wake one of them up. Instead all she managed to do was get the one in front of her to clench her left breast more tightly and pull on her nipples with his intertwined fingers. Twisting a bit more, she felt the one behind her tug on her reins in his sleep. Apparently, the guy behind her fell asleep clutching her reins. The tension on her reins forced her head up and starring in the face of the guy in front of her. She found she could use her legs to rock back and forth between them slightly. Both penises still buried in her to begin to stir. With some more rocking back and forth, she managed to get some stimulation going. Slowly this caused both the guys to begin stirring. Before they were even fully awake, they were flat out fucking both her holes. Eventually, they both woke up and came. "Whoa babe, I think we fucked all night," the one behind her said. "We better get her dressed and returned to Rory or we'll owe her another $2,000," the one in front of her said. The guys managed to untangle themselves from the helpless reindeer girl. They began looking around through the mess that was their post-party house. Linna heard one of them announce the he found the keys, and a short time later, the locks. The other one noted he found her skirt and belt. He added, "Oh, and her tail, too." They reassembled in the bedroom where the helpless reindeer girl lay on the bed. With her armbinder, it wasn't like she could get up by herself. With her blinders still on, her vision was highly limited. "Spread her legs," she heard one of the guys tell the other. She was rolled onto her back leaving her laying uncomfortably on her bound arms. She felt and saw past her blinders her legs spread wide, and felt someone start pulling on her outer labia. She noted somehow her stockings were still clipped to her corset's garters. At least they were as far as she could see past her gigantic breasts. Soon she heard the first click and knew that her vagina was being locked up once more. "Wow there is an enormous amount of cum down here," the voice between her legs said. "What do you expect? She fucked like 30 guys last night," the guy holding her legs apart said. Soon she heard five more clicks each one following the other more quickly than the last. She could feel the weights of the locks once more pulling on her lower lips. Despite herself, she could feel dampness forming from the handling of her lower lips. A small moan escaped her lips. "Man, this a a kinky bitch," one of the guys said. The guys closed her legs, then tugged the skirt over the lower portions of her legs. "Stand her up," one guy said. The two of them hoisted her off the bed and stood her once more on the tiny platforms still laced to her aching feet. Hoisting her to her feet also reminded her of how heavy and uncomfortable her headgear was on her already throbbing head. She also felt the contents of her ass and pussy start to ooze down her legs. The two of them managed to work her tight skirt up the unhappy reindeer girl's thighs and over her generous ass. She could feel the skirt was still wet from the expulsion of the alcohol enema the night before. It seemed likely nobody bothered to hang it up, but left it where it fell when they stripped it off her. The strong guys had no trouble squeezing her skirt shut and zipping it up. Nor did they seem to have any trouble cinching the tight belt so they could install the locking clasp. They pushed the worst of her long hair out of her face and let it fall down her back, but she could tell it was a tangled mess. Without much care, she felt her tail plug shoved back in. The slick fluids still leaking out of her gaping ass at least provided some lube for the rough reinsertion. Despite herself, she felt somewhat turned on by this rough treatment. She let out a small moan as the plug was reinserted. Soon she found herself being pulled by her reins across the hard floor. Her slippery, unstable boots made a series of loud clacks as she skittered across the floor. "Look, it snowed more this morning," one of the guys announced. They let her reins drop near the door as they guys left her to her own devices. They hurried to get dressed themselves. She slowly turned around. The small swath of her vision between her blinders and framed above by her permanently droopy eyelids tipped with long full lashes providing her a fairly small window with which to sweep the room. Between her tight collar limiting her head's motion, her headgear discouraging any sudden movements and the stiffness of her torso due to her restrained arms and corset, it was a slow sweep with many tiny footsteps. As she swept the room, she noted what a mess it was. Debris from the party was everywhere. She could see the strong mount in a beam in the middle of the room where she spent much of the night suspended. As she turned more, she saw a few party-goers still crashed on couches. Turning still more, she saw a wall clock. "That can't be right," she thought to herself. "1:15 p.m.! No wonder everything is turning me on already." Continuing to turn, she saw her reflection in the mirror. She was right, her hair was a mess. A lot of it was tangled in her antlers that still stuck proudly above her head. As her gaze moved downward, it fell on her face. She definitely had streaks of makeup in places from the intensity of the activities the previous night. Overall though, the permanently tattooed on makeup kept her slutty appearance looking surprisingly fresh. Granted, she looked like a whore, but a freshly made-up whore. The two guys hurried over, fully dressed with snow boots, warm coats, hats, and gloves. For about the thousandth time since her transformation, Linna couldn't help but reflect on how unfair life was. Here she was, a small waif compared to these hulking guys. She couldn't handle the cold nearly as well as they could. They got warm coats, whereas her shoulders and tops of her boobs remained uncovered. While they got to clomp around in warm boots, she had to teeter around on tiny slippery monstrosities keeping her perched on her toes. The guys led her from the house and out into the snow. The snow was almost a full three inches deep. The snow came almost to the top of the platforms at the tip of her pointed toes. The snow made walking even harder for poor Linna. One difficult step at a time on the tiny platforms, making little crunching noises in the snow. With each tiny step, Linna made slow progress across campus, leaving a trail of tiny reindeer tracks as she went. As she went, she could feel the cum in her pussy slowly leaking out past the locks and leaving a trail down her stocking and boot covered legs. She was so thirsty and slowly fading back into bimbo mode she wished she could lap up her leaking fluids. She was pulled along by the guys impatient tugs on her reins. Despite her thirst, her bladder was also crying out for mercy. It had been far too long since she last had the chance to pee. The winter air was cold again her bare shoulders and uncovered head. Soon she was shivering despite the exertion of thousands of tiny, hurried steps. After a few minutes, she came to the realization she would never make it to Rory's place before peeing and let loose. The urine joined the cum running down her legs and made her even colder and more uncomfortable, but at least her bladder wasn't in pain anymore. After quite a while of slow progress, one of the guys said, "I never knew that leading a half-naked chick across campus could get boring." "Yeah, tell me about it. It's hot for the first few minutes to see her mincing back there. I wouldn't have believed it myself, but after a while her small steps just get annoying," the other guy said. "I understand Rory's complaint last night about it taking forever to get to the party," the first guy said. Linna almost sobbed. The warmly dressed, leisurely strolling guys were complaining about her progress when she had to take 10 steps for every one they took. They were dressed warm and she was going hypothermic. This totally wasn't fair. "I'll get this," one of the guys said. He turned back, picked up the unfortunate reindeer girl. He threw her across her shoulder and carried her the last third of the way. Upon arriving at Rory's dorm, he shrugged her off his shoulders just inside the door and placed her back on her feet. He steadied her with one hand on her cold shoulders with the other hand squeezing one of her boobs. He held her until she could get her footing back and stand on her own. With a quick squeeze of both her boobs, he let her go and they led her back to the door of the resident director's apartment. Linna was still shivering, but could feel the warmth of the foyer slowly seeping back into her cold body. She was immensely grateful for the traction provided by the short pile of the industrial carpet. She was also somewhat grateful for the short ride provided by her strong escort. Despite her discomfort she was becoming quite turned on by his rough handling of her breasts. She had let out a little moan when he squeezed her boobs. She could also feel her pussy warming up. They guys knocked on Rory's door. Hearing no response, they knocked again, harder this time. After a few impatient seconds, they beat loudly on the door. Still no response. The two guys looked at each other. One rolled his eyes. The other said, "I guess she isn't home." "No shit, sherlock." "Well, what should we do with her? It isn't like she can walk back, that took us 20 minutes to get here with me carrying her part of the way." "We could carry her back." "Yeah, but then we would just have to carry her back here later. Who knows if anyone will be here then." "I suppose we could just leave her." "What if she wanders off?" "In that getup? Where would she go? It isn't like she can even really walk." "Yeah, good point. Hey, I know what we could do." At this, he unclipped the reindeer girl's reins. He found the middle of the reins and wrapped both ends equally from the middle repeatedly around Rory's door handle. He tied them off, leaving about 10" of dangling reins from the door handle to the end of each hook. He then led the poor little reindeer girl over to the door. He pressed her boobs up against the door. The reins encircled her tightly laced waist and with some tugging he clipped each hook to the D ring at the bottom of her armbinder. He also clipped the key ring to Linna's keys to both of the clips. Each clip was attached to both the D ring and the key ring. The doorknob ended up pressed into Linna's locked crotch. Her boobs were squished hard against the door. Between the blinders limiting her vision and the stiff collar permanently attached to her neck, Linna couldn't see anything other than the door right in front of her face. She couldn't turn her head far enough to see anything else. Her nose was pressed against the door. When she tried to turn her head, her bit gag would press against the door adding painful pressure to the corners of her mouth. She ended up settling for her nose pressed against the door. She heard the guys clomp off leaving her tightly tethered to the door. Without being able to move, her discomfort steadily grew. She slowly became more turned on as time passed and she slowly warmed back up. She knew it was the curse and the steady progression of the sun slowly reverting her to bimbo mode. She figured it must have been almost 2 p.m. by the time they tied her to the door, but she had no way to determine the passage of time since. She shifted her weight on the painful shoes to try to get slightly more comfortable. Instead she only succeeded in rubbing her needy, locked up pussy against the doorknob. She let out a small moan at the sensation. Soon she was shifting back and forth as much as her tight bonds would allow. She panted past her tight gag, making her want to drool if she had any saliva left in her parched mouth. She could feel vaginal fluids mixed with cum leaking from her locked up crotch. It was nearly 4 p.m. when Rory came back to her apartment. She had been going through the final punchlist with the contractors at her new house paid for by Linna's bank account. She found a small crowd of co-eds who had recently finished their last exam, but hadn't left yet for the break gathered out of morbid curiosity at the unusual sight. They watched this moaning gagged slut, perched on impossibly high heelless boots. They were amazed by her full round ass like nothing any of them had seen. Boobs too big to be believed mashed up against the door. The crowd was fascinated she was dressed in an armbinder, and wearing reindeer antlers. She was tightly bound to and humping a doorknob, her tail waved and wiggled through her impossibly tight skirt with every movement, adding to the curiosity. This was certainly not something they saw every day. Rory had been careful not to advertise Linna's presence around the dorm. Rory only shared her with a few select friends and used her as payment for the various favors she sought around campus. "Those jerks," Rory thought. "Leaving her tied to my doorknob. What were those assholes thinking?" "Okay, okay, break it up," Rory said out loud. "Someone is obviously playing an end of the semester prank." "Who is she?" asked one of the girls. "I'm sure I would have remembered someone who looked like her," another said. "Let me get her untied and find out," Rory said, trying to carry though the pretext of a prank. "Then I can return her to whatever street corner she belongs at. Don't you all have packing or something to do?" With some effort, she was able to dismiss all but the most curious of coeds. A few wanted to stick around to see what the slut looked like when she was released. Pulling hard to get some slack, Rory was able to unclip the reins from Linna's D-ring one at a time. When Rory pulled for some slack, Linna moaned loudly through the gag as the doorknob ground into her locked pussy stimulating her further. With the second clip released, Linna collapsed backward onto Rory. Rory was barely able to hold her upright. Rory backed her up and leaned her against a wall while she untied the reins from the door handle. She rescued Linna's keys from the reins and, using her own keys, unlocked the apartment. Rory struggled with the tight knot holding the reins to the handle. The guys had tied it tight and Linna's movement since then had cinched it even tighter. Eventually she got it untied. "Whoa, look at her makeup," one of the remaining girls said. "It is so slutty." "I think it's tattooed," said another one looking closely at Linna's face. Linna looked back at her through glazed half-lidded eyes. If she could lick her lips, she would have at the sexy coed staring at her. The girl examining her face closely then turned her attention to Linna's breasts. She squeezed and mashed them, eliciting squeals and moans from the turned on reindeer girl. "I think these are real. Or really high-quality fakes," the girl said incredulously. "Okay, okay," Rory said shoeing the remaining girls away. "Go pack or something and stop fondling the slut." Rory stabilized and guided the dizzy and exhausted Linna by her armbinder. She elicited a pained moan from the reindeer girl when she grabbed the bound arms. Rory led the unfortunate girl into her apartment and Linna skittered across the hard floor. Rory led her to one of the tall stools and sat her on her tail. Linna moaned as the tail was shoved further into her well- used ass. She struggled to remain semi-coherent as bimbo-mode threatened to envelope her for the day. Rory went back to the front door, gathered her things and brought them inside. After locking the front door, she turned to take care of the abused reindeer girl. "Where to begin," Rory thought. "Start at the top," she figured. Rory grabbed a brush and started working the tangles out of Linna's hair and working the hair out of her antlers. Linna sat there and wished Rory would remove something like the painful armbinders first. She was worried there might be permanent damage done to her shoulders after all the time and pain accumulated in the binders. It took Rory nearly an hour to untangle Linna's hair from her antlers, which felt like an eternity to Linna. Linna couldn't even drool any more. Her mouth was dry from dehydration and she was about to collapse in exhaustion. Eventually, Rory had Linna's hair all sorted, fished out the keys and started unlocking the locking buckles holding Linna's headgear in place. The antlers easily fell forward as the straps came loose. The headgear ended up hanging from the bit gag left in Linna's mouth. Rory was able to easily unlock the lock protruding from Linna's mouth and pressing against her lower lip. It took several minutes to work the tight lock out of the tongue ring and gag with Linna's sticky, dry tongue. Rory had to pry the bit gag out of Linna's cramped mouth. When Rory finally pried the bit free, the entire headgear, antlers and all, fell to the floor. It took Linna several minutes of trying to open and close her cramped mouth before she could finally get her teeth to meet. Linna's large puffy lips were dry and cracking. Linna's head hurt where the antler's base plates had been uncomfortably pressed for so long. Her hangover just added to the headache. She was sure her hair was still a mess. She tried to talk, but her mouth and throat was so dry she only made a slight strangled moan. "Wow, you look like hell," Rory commented. "I'll bet you are thirsty." Rory left the room briefly and returned with a bottle of water. Rory put it up to the \u2018O' that Linna's puffy lips defaulted to, tilted the bottle back and dumped a bit of water into Linna's mouth. "Small sips," Rory said, quickly tilting the bottle back upright. The water felt wonderful in Linna's mouth and she even managed to swallow some of it. Rory gave Linna more sips as Linna was able to get her lips around the bottle top and suck more and more with each sip. Soon the water bottle was empty. ["Thanks,"] Linna squeaked out in nearly a whisper. "No talking," Rory ordered as she started in on the laces to the armbinder. The leather laces had set with time and from the strain. It took Rory a good 10 minutes to get the knot at the top undone. Unlacing took another 10 minutes. As her elbows slowly separated and her shoulders slowly straightened out, Linna groaned and whined softly. Rory unbuckled the shoulder straps. The leather device fell to the floor behind Linna. Linna moaned in pain as her arms fell limply to her sides. Slowly and painfully the feeling came back to her arms. Rory watched as Linna slowly began to move her arms around working feeling back into her limbs. Rory unlocked and removed the lock on the belt holding Linna's skirt. "You should be able to take care of the rest yourself," Rory said as she left the room with the antler headgear and armbinder. Linna dreaded having to stand once again on the tiny platforms of her hated boots. However, she couldn't think of another way to remove her skirt or to get alternative footwear. With a painful groan, she stood carefully on the slippery, tiny platforms. She used the stool to help her stand. Reaching back, she pulled hard at the belt buckle hidden behind her back. At last she was able to get the clasp free and let the belt loosen around her waist. Her tail plug was still holding her skirt to her ass. She had to remove it if she was to take anything else off. She reached back, grasped her tail firmly, and pulled steadily. With a grunt, she pulled it free of her ass. The cum, alcohol and other anal fluid mix immediately began to seep out of her gaping hole. She quickly minced over to her dresser where she could put the huge tail- plug down. Reaching back, she unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the floor. Under the skirt, she was a mess of fluids. She quickly grabbed her PVC ballet wedge heeled shower shoes and her usual steel butt plug, then minced carefully into the bathroom. She relished in the unconfined strides without her skirt. She still had to take tiny careful steps to avoid slipping on the tiny platforms. Sitting on the toilet, she felt her ass continue to drain. As she sat, she began picking at the laces on her tightly laced boots. It was slow going, hindered by her long nails. Eventually, first one, then the other boot's laces came free and released their hold on the poor girl's feet. She moaned in relief as she pulled each boot free from her tortured feet. Next, she slipped her stockings off her feet. She slipped on her shower shoes and upon standing almost squealed with delight. Her feet felt so comfortable in the 7-inch wedge heels she almost felt like dancing. The leather laces on her corset were tightly knotted unlike the usual bows she ties when she fastens her own corset laces. It was difficult to unknot the tight laces behind her back solely by touch. She was additionally hampered by her long nails. Eventually she was able to overcome this obstacle as well. She slipped off the leather corset, slipped on her PVC underbust corset and laced it up. Stepping into the shower, she luxuriated in the hot water. The hot water washing away the accumulated fluids of the past day and a half felt wonderful. As she let herself relax, she automatically and instinctively reached for and inserted the enema plug. It didn't take long before she felt clean inside and out. Cleaning around the six locks on the labia was difficult. She did what she could to flush her well used vagina with the enema hose. She enjoyed the feeling of rubbing her body with her wet soapy hands. Soon she began to focus on massaging her bountiful bust. She fed the enema tube as far up her vagina as she could. She turned up the pressure on the enema hose as far as it would go, but the small tube just didn't provide the hoped for stimulation. She quickly gave up on orgasming from the small tube. She focused instead on massaging her mammaries and rubbing the outside of her locked pussy lips. This too became an exercise in frustration. She could feel the fire in her locked pussy growing. She just couldn't scratch that itch. Soon she was pulling and twisting her nipple rings and rubbing her locking lips for all she was worth. The stimulation combined with exhaustion was the final straw for her focus. She slipped into blissful bimbo mode.