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Identify - Chapter 8 of 10 - Rory Exerts Control
"Hi slut! How do you like your new home," Rory said as she walked over to
the table.
Rory was dressed in a loose mid-calf dress, thick socks, flat slippers,
and a loose blouse. Her short pony tail barely touched the bottom of her
neck. Plopping down in an empty chair, she grabbed Linna's salad and
fork. "Don't mind if I do," she said as she began eating.
Linna stared at her in disbelief for a minute and said, ["Hey, that was
mine,"] in her squeaky tiny lispy voice.
Rory gave her a cold stare, and said in dark voice, "Did you forget about
the taser I have planted in your udders? Get used to it. What was yours
is mine. All of it."
Linna weighed her options. Rory was aggressive, unpredictable, and
dangerous to Linna's best interests. Unfortunately, she couldn't move
quickly dressed as she was. She didn't think she could overpower Rory in
her present position. "Better play along and wait for an opportunity,"
she thought to herself.
["Okay,"] Linna lisped.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Rory demanded.
["Thank you?"]
"No, you stupid bimbo. Address me properly."
["I'm sorry, I, don't understand."]
"You must always refer to me as 'Mistress Rory'."
["I'm sorry Mistress Rory?"]
"Mwithtwith Wowwy," Rory laughingly mocked Linna. "I'm going to enjoy
this. Now quick, get yourself something to eat, you have a lot to do
before you go to work."
["Okay,"] Linna lisped, looking a bit sadly at the salad Rory was
consuming.
"You stupid bimbo, you forgot to address me properly again. If you do
that again, I'm going to shock the shit out of you. Now say it again
properly."
["Sorry, Mistress Rory. I will try to do better."]
"Fine. Whatever. Bring me some white wine to drink too, and address me
properly this time."
["Yes, Mistress Rory."]
After some searching, Linna found a nice white wine in the wine fridge,
took down a wine glass and brought the bottle of wine, the wine glass and
the bottle opener over to the table.
["Is this what you wanted?"] Linna started. At Rory's glare, Linna
quickly added, ["Mistress Rory."]
"Better, slut. Don't you forget. Yeah, this will do. Now open the bottle
and pour me a glass."
["Yes, Mistress Rory."]
Linna struggled with the bottle opener. Her long nails, weak hands and
arms made removing the cork a difficult task. Slowly and with great
effort, she extracted the cork for the bottle. Rory watched the frail
caricature struggle with the bottle in amusement. Finally, Linna was able
to pour the wine.
"Go seal up the bottle and put in in the fridge," Rory ordered.
["Yes, Mistress Rory."]
Linna found the vacuum corking tool, and with effort sealed the bottle
and put it into the fridge. She started to get out the ingredients to
make herself another chicken caesar salad.
"You don't have time for that anymore," Rory, who had finished her salad
and had come into the kitchen said.
Rory fished around in the fridge, extracted a meal replacement shake,
handed it to her and said, "Drink this instead. In fact, I don't want you
eating any solid food anymore. You can have these drinks. You can also
have anything you can suck out of someone else. I expect you will be
well-fed with cum. I don't want you eating the food in the fridge. It's
for me and the guests that come over to enjoy the fruits of this
apartment. I certainly don't want you drinking any of the alcohol unless
we feed it to you."
After a short pause, she said, "Aren't you going to thank me?"
["Yes, Mistress Rory. Thank you, Mistress Rory,"] Linna lisped.
Linna finished the small drink. Given her corset-reduced stomach, the
drink was surprisingly filling. Rory made her clean up the dishes and put
them in the dishwasher. Then Rory ordered Linna over to the treadmill.
"It's noon. Time for your exercise," Rory informed Linna. "You have a job
later, but you need to stay in shape and tone those thighs. I'll start
your exercise out easy. Just an hour at a two-percent grade and a mile-
and-a-half-per-hour pace. By next spring, I expect your toned thighs to
be able to handle five miles in two hours at a four-percent grade in your
little mincing steps."
["Mistress Rory, shouldn't I change for this?"] Linna inquired.
"No. If I had you change, it would be into a ankle length skirt and
platform ballet heels. You do your exercising in your hobble skirt and
heels. I want you to get better at walking in them. Now, let's get you
ready."
As she stepped up on the belt, Linna noticed that the belt had a hot pink
stripe, maybe two inches wide, running down the middle. Rory grabbed a
chain attached to the wall that Linna hadn't noticed before. The chain
was welded to an eye bolt that went through the breathing hole in the
middle of a extra large two-and-three-quarter-inch ball gag. The eye bolt
filled the gag's hole completely. The ball gag was attached to a harness
that went over the head and would hold it deep in the wearer's mouth. The
harness also included a chin strap to ensure that it couldn't be worked
out.
"Well, get on the treadmill and put it on," Rory said.
["Yes, Mistress Rory,"] Linna said with reluctance.
Standing as far forward on the treadmill as she could, Linna had enough
slack to easily raise the ball gag to her mouth. Linna had to work the
gag back and forth and stretch her lips as much as she could to force the
gargantuan gag past her inflated lips. She stretched her jaw as far as
she could. Her lips felt like they were about to tear. She pushed hard on
the rubber ball before it popped behind her teeth. She was sure her jaw
would dislocate at any minute. The harness felt redundant and her mouth
hurt from the painful stretching.
"What are you waiting for? Buckle it up!" Rory demanded.
Linna fed the straps through the buckles and lightly pulled on the
straps. Her fingers couldn't find the holes for the buckles.
"You'll have to pull a lot harder than that. There's only one notch in
each strap. It's custom made for your head. It'll fit if it's tight
enough," Rory told her.
Pulling and tugging with what felt like all her strength, Linna was able
to get each strap fastened one by one. It felt like her entire head was
being compressed except for her mouth which felt like she was going to
dislocate her jaw at any moment.
The last strap was the chin strap. When she had finally managed to get it
fastened, there was only a small amount of slack in the chain attaching
her gag to the wall. She found just enough slack to get to the middle of
the treadmill. The treadmill's rails would prevent her from venturing
forward or to the side. The chain would stop her from getting off the
back.
"One more thing to enhance your posture," Rory muttered.
She pulled out a leather belt with padded leather cuffs attached to the
belt with about one foot long chains. She had Linna buckle the belt
around her corseted waist. Like the head harness, there were only two
notches in the belt, one for a 15-inch waist and one for a 14-inch waist.
Linna had to pull pretty hard to get the clasp in the larger notch. She
buckled the belt with the buckle in front. The two wrist cuffs dangled
from their attachments at the sides of the belt. Straining at the limits
of the chain's reach, Linna managed to fasten both the wrist cuffs in
their only notch.
"Some last words of advice. Then I'll let you get to your exercise," Rory
said. "If you step on the treadmill and your shoe doesn't touch the
stripe down the middle, the system is setup to shock your boobs. If the
ball gag chain goes taught, it will taze your tits. I've gotten the bio-
med geeks to program a lighter warning shock. If the slack doesn't come
out of the chain almost immediately, it's followed up with a bit stronger
of a shock. The warning shock is about one-tenth of what you experienced
before. But if the chain isn't gone slack within five seconds, it gives
you a Level One shock. Then it resets the time on the treadmill to zero
and makes you start all over again. If you don't start again within 10
minutes, it ups the level to Level Two. It continues escalating until
toasting your tatas is fatal."
"I'll set the speed and duration. All you'll see is a progress bar at the
bottom of the treadmill's screen. Don't worry, it updates every five
seconds. It may seem like it isn't moving because it moves in such tiny
increments. You'll be done when it reaches the end and the treadmill
stops moving. All these cameras aren't just for my amusement either. The
computer uses them to generate a real-time 3D rendering of your posture.
You have to hold yourself up straight, shoulders back, boobs thrust
forward. You also have to keep your wrists down near your hips with your
palms facing down and your fingers pointing outward as you walk. You
know, proper posture. If you start slacking, then the computer will start
frying your funbags. Like the gag chain, it will start with a warning
tingle. It will then up the juice to your jugs until you get the point.
I'll play some entertainment on the screen on your treadmill. The same
thing will be showing on my big screen here without the progress bar
getting in the way of my entertainment. Ready to start?"
Linna was sure she wasn't ready to start, but feared the consequences of
resisting. She put her hands in the required position and positioned
herself as far forward on the treadmill as she could get. She prepared
for the grueling walk. Turning her head, she gave Rory a nod.
"Here we go. This will be fun! At least for me," Rory said plopping down
on a couch. "Hit the start button when you are ready."
Linna looked at the treadmill's screen. The entire 9-inch touchscreen was
a giant red button that said "START." Twisting slightly and reaching as
far forward as she could with her finger, she was able to tap the button.
Immediately several things happened. The treadmill started to move under
her feet. She had to mince as fast as she could to keep up with the
moving belt. Every time she missed the stripe, she had a quick jolt to
her jugs coinciding with the step. She had to place one foot right in
front of the other to avoid the painful reminders.
This caused her bountiful bubble butt to gyrate wildly. She didn't notice
at first the touchscreen changed to playing at video. She noticed when
the room's sound system started playing the soundtrack to the video.
Glancing over she could see that the large projector screen was playing
the same video. As she watched, the memories of the previous night began
filtering back.
The video started when she came in the door of the room she currently
occupied. She remembered the events that happened before the video began.
Rory told her it was time to go move in. Linna recalled she had just
wanted to fuck something. She had only the one rod in her honeypot on the
19th of December. By midday on the 20th, she was ready to fuck anything
that moved.
She eagerly left their old apartment, but reluctantly got into the car
instead of hunting for cocks to fuck. Rory dropped her off at a beauty
salon where they redid her long acrylic nails. They refreshed her long
'permanent' eyelash extensions. They also gave her a pedicure. She
thanked all of the beauty technicians by eating them out until they all
had all the ass worship or pussy licking desired. Rory returned, paid the
bill and dragged Linna out of the salon.
Linna spent the trip in a daze. She didn't notice the scenery, she only
noticed the people as they passed, looking lustfully at each one of them.
She also kept trying to get under Rory's skirt while she drove.
When they arrived, Linna hardly noticed the large two-story house. The
first story facing the road was dominated on by a large, multi-car
garage. The entire wall facing the road of the second story above the
garage was a solid wall of glass block. She could clearly see silhouettes
of what she hoped were hunky guys on the other side of the glass block
wall.
Rory pulled into the large garage and led Linna up a steep staircase.
Linna had to take each stair slowly. Her outfit necessitated backing up
the stairs. She had to take a sideways step upward and backwards in her
ballet heels and hobble skirt. She had to move to one side of the step,
kick backward and upward until she got her toe on the step above, then
push against the railing while pulling up with her toe to lift herself up
each subsequent step. Her hobble skirt prevented her from walking up the
stairs forward. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, Rory opened a heavy
door and led Linna in.
The video showed several guys milling about the apartment. The moment
Rory came in, one of the guys asked, "Why did you make us wait here? We
have another job to get to and we want to get done. We want to get
started on our time off at Christmas."
Linna could be seen following Rory into the room. She minced straight
over to the nearest guy and dropped to her hobbled knees. She reached
over and unfastened his pants. Before he could react, she had his cock
in her hand and was licking the head.
"I just wanted to thank you for all the hard work moving us in. It was so
close to the holidays too," Rory said. "I thought you would enjoy some
time with her," gesturing at Linna.
"Woah," was all the mover could get out before Linna had enveloped his
organ in her oral cavity.
On the video, the mover came quickly and Linna shed her skirt, moving
toward the next one of the movers.
The memory and movie distracted Linna as she walked on the treadmill and
she stumbled, yanking the gag tight. She yelped through her gag as her
titties tingled from the painful, but not debilitating, shock.
Ignoring, with great effort, the video, she struggled to get caught back
up with the merciless treadmill. She was almost skipping in her skirt to
get the gag chain slack again. She struggled to keep her feet on the line
as she raced to keep up. She continued to focus on trying to keep her
feet under her and walking quickly enough.
The screen started flashing "POSTURE WARNING" and showed a picture of her
posture indicating her hands weren't close enough to her hips. She didn't
notice at first, but another shock to her bouncing rack drew her
attention to the screen. Soon she was mincing along with the required
exaggerated feminine movements. Her hips wiggled and twisted. Her ass
jiggled invitingly as she minced one quick step directly in front of the
other. Her wobbling boobs thrust forward and hands palm down, fingers
out, swayed at her hips.
Linna watched the screen for anymore posture warnings to avoid any more
shocks. She found that whenever she missed the line, whichever side of
the line she stepped off would flash red. This let her know how to
correct to get back on the line. Of course she couldn't see the line over
her titanic tits. The feedback from the screen helped her keep the
'correct' posture and stay on the line.
The video resumed on the treadmill's screen, having never stopped on the
room's projection screen. In the video Rory unlocked Linna's pussy lips
as Linna expertly deep throated another mover's trouser snake. The
multiple angles from the multiple cameras in the room allowed you to see
the bulge in her throat as she sucked and stroked the pink cigar with her
puffy kissers.
Linna tried not to let the video distract her from walking 'properly' as
she continued to mince along. Her snatch started leaking down her leg as
she continued to walk in place. She wanted to ignore the screen, but she
had to pay attention for any more posture warnings. Her panting increased
both from the exercise and from her growing arousal.
On screen, it became apparent the movers called in the rest of the
company when they realized what was going on. Guys kept arriving in the
room. Linna's memories of the specific events blurred together, even with
the video reminder playing before her eyes. It was clear she certainly
got more than her required 10 pricks in her pussy. This orgy had allowed
her to return from her ditzy daze today.
Focusing on walking 'properly' got harder and harder as the video
continued. Linna became more and more turned on. Her jugs felt
increasingly on fire as they wobbled in their poorly contained cups.
Mistakes in posture or stepping off the line kept getting her teats
tased. By the time she had finished a mile, she was panting hard and
drooling heavily around her jawbreaking gag. Her feet and funbags were
burning. She was extremely frustrated by the two thirds full progress bar
that never seemed to move. She had only been walking for 40 minutes, but
to her it had seemed like days.
Whenever she seemed to be doing well keeping up with her walking,
watching herself get fucked in increasingly creative ways combined with
her leaking love box had distracted her. She received another painful
reminder in her rack. The walking agony didn't seem to end. At long last,
the treadmill slowed and continued at half-speed for another 10 minutes.
Then it finally stopped.
Linna almost collapsed.
It felt like her feet had been a blur of literally thousands of tiny
steps. Her chest was covered in drool from the tight gag. Her hair and
shirt were matted with sweat. Her vaginal fluids were running down her
legs as she became increasingly turned on both from watching herself get
fucked and from the passage of the clock. Looking around, she found Rory
found herself a dildo and was masturbating to the porn video playing on
the screen. It was apparent Rory wasn't paying attention to what Linna
was doing at the moment.
Linna unfastened the tight belt around her waist. With some effort not to
break her long nails, she unfastened the two wrist cuffs. She hung the
belt/cuffs over the treadmill's handrail. The harness holding the
enormous ball gag painfully between her teeth was next.
When she had finally unbuckled all the head harness buckles, the harness
hung from the gag still stuck in her mouth. Pulling on the straps
attached to the ball gag, she tried to work it past her teeth. She
couldn't pull the gag past her teeth. Backing up, she tried pulling it
against the chain. As soon as she started applying pressure to the chain,
she felt a jolt to her jugs.
"I didn't realize that still applied even after the program is over," she
though to herself.
She quickly moved to restore slack in the chain. With increased
motivation, she pulled hard. Finally the immense ball popped free
followed by a fresh flow of drool from her stretched mouth. She
carefully set the wet ball in the cupholder of the treadmill. She made
sure the chain stayed slack. Fighting fatigue, she minced into the
kitchen. She found she was still walking like she had for the previous
hour. She kept her shoulders held back and her breasts thrust forward as
she walked. Her hands stayed at her hips, palms down, fingers out, small
arm movements only.
Her many quick steps gave the illusion of gliding if not for the
percussion of her shoes on the hard floor. As she walked, she worked to
close her jaw. It felt like it was fused open after the long imprisonment
with the large gag. Slowly she managed to work her jaw closed as she
found a clear cup with a lid and a straw. Filling the cup with water, she
began to suck fluids through the straw. Slowly quenching the thirst in
her dehydrated mouth, replacing the drool and sweat she lost over the
past hour.
Her bimbo personality was beginning to exert control. As she sucked the
straw it was like she was trying to suck a skinny dick. She found herself
licking the underside of the straw with her pierced tongue as she sucked
through her big bee stung lips.
She glided over to where Rory was still watching Linna getting fucked in
her various holes. On the screen she had all three holes filled. It was
also clear the movers were finishing up and many had already exhausted
themselves and departed. Linna dropped on her knees before Rory and
started working on bringing Rory to another orgasm. Rory's juices tasted
wonderful to the increasingly turned on Linna.
All good things must eventually end, and the movie eventually ran out.
Rory was barely conscious from all her orgasms. She reached into Linna's
low-cut shirt, grabbed one of Linna's nipple rings, and pulled her to sit
on the couch next to her.
"I sold the video of you getting fucked to a porn site. One of the
provisions of the sale was I would provide multiple camera angles. Hence
the multiple cameras in this room. They will provide me an edited copy
all the raw footage I send them for my own use," Rory said. "I'll be
sending them video of you regularly. That'll be both profitable and fun
for me. They'll probably make quite the fetish movie of your time on the
treadmill. Speaking of profitable fetish, go get into the shower. I'll
pick out some clothes for you to wear tonight."
After a pause when Linna tried to get up, Rory twisted the nipple ring.
She said, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Linna fought to think, then it dawned on her. ["Yes, Mistress Rory,"]
Linna squeaked.
When Linna was done showering, Rory picked out a bright red satin corset.
Over this was a thin white semi-transparent shirt showing every curve and
color of the red corset. She also picked out a tight black leather hobble
skirt and fishnet stockings. Shiny red patent ballet heels with a full 8-
inch heel and a small platform at the tip of the toe box completed the
outfit.
"Go for heavy and overstated on your makeup, you slut," Rory ordered.
["Yes, Mistress Rory."]
Linna found her job was as a high-priced escort. She was essentially a
well-paid hooker. Rory demanded Linna return all of her earnings to the
"household fund" (Rory's bank account).
Rory never gave Linna any opportunity to escape and with time she stopped
looking. As the months went on, Linna fell into a routine. Many nights
her client wouldn't 'share' her enough that she was remain in bimbo mode
the next day. On other nights she would be well-used by a large orgy and
return to consciousness the next day. She usually made at least a $1,000
every night. Additionally, Rory made money from video sales whenever
Linna brought a client home or Rory had a party at the house.
Rory increased Linna's exercise as promised and soon Linna found she
really couldn't walk any other way. She always had the short mincing
steps, one foot directly in front of the other. She walked with her hands
at her hips, palms down, fingers pointed outward with small, quick,
dainty movements.
She found that even the rare occasions she didn't have a tight skirt, she
still habitually walked with small mincing steps. She was rarely shocked
on the treadmill anymore even doing five miles in two hours. It had all
become so second nature to her that even the distraction of being fucked
onscreen didn't cause her to stumble.
Linna's leg strength continued to improve while the atrophy in her torso
muscles and arm strength continued. She struggled with the few minutes
between corsets whenever she had to change. Her torso just didn't have
the muscles to breathe without her corset anymore. She certainly didn't
have the torso strength to hold up her massive udders. She became so
accustomed to her long nails, piercings and collar, that unless something
specifically drew her attention to them, she didn't even notice them
anymore.
Tuesday night through Saturday night, she would "work." Sunday night she
would "entertain" Rory's friends in whatever party or deal Rory had
worked out. Rory often used Linna's services as payment in bartered
trades. Monday night, Rory would invite over a bunch of porn stars to
help Linna make movies for Rory's entertainment and profit. Mondays were
also the day Linna went to the salon to get her nails, hair, and
eyelashes refreshed. Every other Monday, before the salon, she would stop
by the tattoo studio to touch up any fading on her permanent makeup. She
kept it all looking bold and fresh. Rory refused to 'waste time' taking
her. Instead Linna rode the bus. Rory tracked her boobs on the journey
and made sure she kept her appointments and didn't go anywhere else.
Linna really hated her periods. For one thing, Rory would take out her
own discomfort on Linna by lacing Linna into the tight 14-inch corsets
with a 4-inch stovepipe. Even for someone as accustomed to tightlacing as
Linna, the additional inch is more than a 10 percent smaller torso area.
On top of the normal menstruation bloating, corseting that tight wasn't
comfortable. She didn't enjoy pleasuring Rory bloody love box either. On
top of that, Rory had decided it would add a touch of realism to have the
biggest kinkiest guys she could find practice their bondage on Linna
during these times. They made extensive use of the room's built-in mount
points. The bloody dicks just seemed to encourage the crazy perverts. It
also made the stuff they did to Linna seem more extreme on camera.
Her non-bimbo mind actually got to experience, much to her
disappointment, most days of her period. The daily exercise on the
treadmill continued on those days, but her escort job didn't.
Still, she brought in around $20,000 a month from her escort jobs alone.
Combined with video sales, other Linna 'rental' income, and Linna's
monthly payments from her old family to keep away, Rory, via Linna, was
pulling in a good $50,000 per month. This amounted to $600,000 per year.
Needless to say, Rory wasn't working anymore. She mostly spent the days
enjoying Linna's income and services whenever and wherever struck her
fancy.
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