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Aug 15

Trafficked - Phase I

This story is inspired by this image by tangdraws @ deviantart.com.

TAGS: ff, NC, devices, mind control, horror, watersports, BDSM, ATM This is the complete version of Phase I of this story, consolidated into a single page, with some revisions.I will need to go through and to a read through again soon, but right now I am currently working on a complete rewrite of Phase II. Thanks for all the nice comments about this story line. 💖

Paige was the first to wake up.

She was having this strangest sex dream when she became aware of her surroundings. Something wasn't right.

The first thing she noticed was that the huge cocks fucking her ass and pussy weren't just a dream. Something was filling her pussy and ass, and they were gently vibrating.

As her hands flew down between her legs and her eyes snapped open, she realized several things at once: preventing her from figuring out what was filling her was some metal contraption wrapped around her waist and between her legs… she could feel a collar around her neck… she was lying naked, except for the strange metal belt Paige was wearing, on a mattress in the middle of a giant room… dozens of other girls were asleep around her, each wearing the same type of metal device as she was. They each seemed to be experiencing incredibly erotic dreams… based on the bare glass windows that made up three of the room's four walls, she was in some high-rise office building, higher than any other building in the area.

A voice echoed in her head. She wasn't hearing it, exactly. As far as she could tell, there wasn't any sound, just the words broadcast into her head. "Puppet is awake." The voice was a metallic, oddly artificial version of her own voice.

Paige's hands flew down to the belt, filling vagina and ass. She struggled to find a way to get it off. It was too tight to pull down like you would a pair of panties, and some rubber kept her fingers from getting under the metal thing wrapped around her.

Then she screamed.

It took Paige a minute to figure out why she was in pain. It was just pain, blind, mind-fracturing pain. It wasn't a lot of pain; it was just ubiquitous to her existence. It seemed to infuse her whole body. She was being shocked. Her hands instinctively distanced themselves from the belt.

"Bad puppets require punishment." Again, her voice firm, yet gentle and reaffirming.

Willing herself to try again, Paige raised her pelvis to get better leverage and forced her shaking hands to push down on the device.

She was in more pain this time. She collapsed onto the mattress, her heart and mind racing. Again, her voice told her, "Bad puppets require punishment."

For a brief moment, she just lay there, breathing deeply, trying to figure out what was happening to her. Then she told herself,

"Puppets repeat lessons."

Confused, Paige just lay there, trying to catch her breath. The shocks were horrible in how they seemed everywhere, even though weak. Then, slowly, she could feel the electricity gently coursing through her body.

"Puppets repeat lessons."

Terrified and confused, Paige did nothing. The strength of the current rose ever so slightly. Again, she heard herself say, "Puppets repeat lessons."

Oh fuck! Oh fuck! It wanted her to repeat it. What was it? She scrambled to remember the exact words. She was shaking, noticing how the pain was slowly increasing inside her.

She whispered, "Puppets require punishment."

Again, she was screaming.

"Incorrect," the artificial version of herself instructed her. "Bad puppets require punishment."

The power of the current decreased to a gentle tickle.

Part of Paige wanted to resist the instructions. She was a successful, strong woman. This was ridiculous. It didn't make sense. What was…

Then she could feel the power surging again, and she found her mouth opening and loudly exclaiming, "Bad puppets require punishment."

The objects filling her holes started to twitch and vibrate inside her, causing her to moan in undesired extasy. She could feel her hips rising and falling, dancing to the phalluses locked inside her. They seemed to force the words out of her mouth.

"Bad puppets require punishment." They vibrated more.

"Bad puppets require punishment." Repeating the words made them dance and pulse inside her, sending her body into a mindless frenzy. Somehow, whatever was happening was forcing an orgasm out of her.

Paige wasn't a person now. She was a set of filled holes, mindlessly repeating her lesson to gain the sexual satisfaction being forced upon her. Her voice was an obscene moan; somehow, she could hear her artificial self joining her in a chorus of the perverse lesson.

"Bad puppets require punishment. Bad puppets require punishment. Bad puppets require punishment."

She could feel herself involuntarily getting close. Was it involuntary? It didn't seem like that now. She needed it. She needed to cum, and repeating the words was the only way. So close…

Then it stopped. The objects inside froze as her hips writhed and contorted in a desperate attempt to push herself over the edge, Paige's mouth desperately whining, "Bad puppets require punishment," and her hands clawing at the metal thing that imprisoned her.

Desperate and defeated, Paige collapsed.

This is when she heard them. She was blind to the sound before, lost in her intense need. Then she heard them: the other manic voices filling the room.

Sitting up, she looked around and saw all the other girls writhing and moaning. Some were saying the same thing she had been saying. "Bad puppets require punishment. Bad puppets require punishment. Bad puppets require punishment." Others were screaming, still needing to figure out the first lesson.

Then her voice said to her, "Puppets kneel and await instruction."

Without thinking, Paige got up onto her knees. She said aloud, "Puppets kneel and await instruction," as the other puppets absorbed their instruction.

Then it hit her. She knew these women. She recognized every one of them.

Paige tried to calm herself down as her mind raced over what was happening to her. Around her was a room full of other women going through various stages of what she had gone through.

A few weren't handling it as well. A girl she recognized as Brianna, the CFO for a local startup for which Paige had helped secure funding. They had gotten together for drinks afterward to celebrate after it happened.

Brianna suddenly stood up and screamed, "What are you doing? This is in…" She was interrupted by her own screams from the shocks pulsing through her body. But she kept running towards the large metal doors at the center of the one wall on the floor that wasn't made of glass. "We need to STOP this… why aren't you FIGHTING this." Her words started getting punctuated with screams when she was being shocked.

Dozens of kneeling girls were shaking their heads and trying to convince her to stop with their moans wordlessly.

She got to within about 10 feet of the door when her words started to slur, "This… iiiisss…. insane…" and she fell to her knees, crawling slower, "Bad Puppet what…" and slower, "bad Pupp.. I am bad puppet…" until she fell unconscious next to Nina, the stunning Spanish barista that served Paiged her no-fat latte every morning. Nina was kneeling in terrified obedience, looking down at the drugged Brianna. While Paige would have sworn that the woman couldn't be any more beautiful, somehow, the way she was kneeling, the way it accentuated the perfect curves of her body, the look of controlled terror in her expression. Paige had always been incredibly attracted to this woman.

Somehow, her control belt picked up on this, gently vibrating inside her. Her face was a silent moan as Paige felt her cunt lubricating around the phallus buried inside her. She could feel her nipples hardening, her legs gently humping in a useless attempt to get more friction from the belt.

This was when she noticed Tianna, the 22-year-old daughter of the lovely man who owns the bodega in her neighborhood, was staring at her like she had been staring at Nina. Tianna was always a nice, quiet girl, helping out her father when she had time between college classes. Paige always made sure to encourage her interest in STEM.

Something happened when the two kneeling belted women looked into each other's eyes. The way Paige's belt moved within her started to change. A slow, pulsing, rolling sensation forced her hips to rise obscenely up and down. They exchanged looks of erotic terror, noticing that their bodies were helplessly moving in the exact same way.

Paige didn't know what to do with her hands. She had been brutally shocked when she tried to claw off the belt. Being unwillingly stimulated this way made her need to do something with her hands. To wrap themselves around someone, to twist and tease on her steel-encased sex… to twist the nipples of her large, sensitive tits.

Tugging on her nipples slowed the device, creating a cognitive dissonance of sensation. She loved pulling on her nipples but needed the machine to continue writhing within her.

The only thing satisfying her belt was placing her hands behind her head. For that, she was rewarded with the belt returning to its earlier pace. Looking into Tianna's eyes, they were going through the same conditioning. When her mirror image arched her back hard, she could tell from her moans that she was being rewarded. Paige parrotted Tianna's actions without thinking, forcing her breasts up and out, her eyes locked on her sister puppet. Her sex was rewarded with more intense vibrations. While her conscious mind was incapable of noticing, it would be clear, with the proper level of analysis, that the devices moved inside the two girls were fine-tuned to what made their bodies sing.

Suddenly, while staring into each other's eyes, Paige could tell that something was wrong with Tiarra. Her hands started flailing, and a deranged panic entered her eyes. Paige silently mouthed the word no and mimed the deep breathing exercise that taught her to deal with panic attacks.

Slowly, her panicking mirrored self began to parrot Paige's deep inhales and exhales as she placed her hands behind her head. After a minute, they bonded even closer, breathing together in unison. Paige noticed a hint of gratitude in Tiarra's lustful expression.

From the corner of her eyes, Paige could tell that all the other girls were doing something similar. She tried to look around to see what was happening, but she was penalized with a slowing of the pulsing between her legs.

Soon, the only sound in the room was the heavy breathing of all the girls complying with the silent commands of their belts.

When there was nothing but kneeling, teased, obedient to the belt, with all their arms behind their heads, eyes locked on one of their sisters in enslavement, a voice spoke.

The voice filling her head was her own.

"Obedient Puppet lust after Obedient Puppet." This time, Paige noticed that her belt vibrated a little more when she heard herself commanding her.

Uncertain of what to do, Paige felt her breathing quickening and noticed the same level of panic in Tianna's expression as she was feeling. Then she heard one of her kneeling sisters say it out loud.

"Obedient Puppet lust after Obedient Puppet."

By the crescendo of obscenity in the way she voiced the command, it was clear that she was being rewarded with a flood of vibrations for her obedience.

Soon, others were chanting it. Paige and Tiarra exchanged nods and repeated together, "Obedient Puppet lust after Obedient Puppet."

Instantly, they were rewarded with new sensations, the plug filling their asses, pulsing and inflating as well.

Her voice in her head repeated, "Obedient Puppet lust after Obedient Puppet." The two Puppet repeated the words aloud as their sex clenched and juiced on the devices filling their sexes.

After a few minutes, they were all repeating the training mantra over and over again at the same time in unison.

They were a Greek chorus of enslaved perversity.

Puppet Zero, kneeling with her now enslaved puppet sisters, felt her belt reward her by bringing her as close to the edge as she was allowed. Puppet Zero were never allowed to reveal themselves to their puppet sisters. For all Puppet knew, they were all Zeros, just like her. Puppet were Puppet. There were either Puppet, the Alphas that Puppet pleased, or those destined to be future Puppet like the herd kneeling with Zero.

She had been broken to the belt months before, the free, independent Lily that is her legal name now just a mask for the Puppet entirely enslaved to her belt. She couldn't wait to watch her puppet sisters blossom into that magical moment when they willfully chose to put on their belts, the idea of not wearing them impossible. It's so beautiful watching them become. They were all pretty young flowers, learning to blossom to the certainty of the sun.

Paige lost track of how long they all chanted together. She felt like her mind was being split in two. Why did her body respond to this? Why did hearing herself calmly say the words back to her make her feel somehow safe? Why did saying the words repeatedly make them seem more accurate each time? Why did all of them repeating it together make the words resonate in her soul?

"Obedient puppets lust after Obedient puppets."

Paige felt like she was going insane. She didn't want to repeat it and needed to find a way to escape it. Still, simultaneously, as the words resonated in her head and escaped her lips, she felt them becoming increasingly authentic.

In a way, she was being fractured into pieces. A part of her was trying to comprehend why this was happening. Who would do this? What do they want to achieve? Another aspect of her self soaked in the perverse animalistic purity of what was happening to them… all of the puppets. And finally, an ever-shrinking part of her that wanted to scream and panic.

In fact, they were puppets. Someone, or something, was pulling all of their strings. And, in a way, wasn't it safer to hide that part of herself that was her self from all this? For now, to wall herself off, be Puppet, and see how this plays out.

Tianna did make a beautiful Puppet. Paige was shocked to hear herself think of this woman that way. She was a person. She had dreams and ambitions and a family that she loved. Paige even thinks she remembers a boyfriend who would hang out with her as she worked on occasion. They made a cute couple.

But as Paige stared into her eyes, they saw less and less of Tianna and more and more of an object that she openly lusted after. Her wet, full mouth, begging to be kissed. Her perfect breasts, with their obscenely erect, oversized nipples. Paige… Puppet Paige… Puppet wanted to suck on them… needed to suck on them. Puppet… Paige… Puppet Paige (the self she identified, fought over what she was, who she saw herself as) wanted to grind into her, to lose herself in a tangle of each other's bodies.

She could feel the surging sexual energy that she was sharing with each of her enslaved sisters. The way the phrase became saturated in their collective need. And with it, she felt all of them getting closer and closer to a perfect orgasm. She was pure heat. They were pure heat. They were all Puppets, and their sexuality was utterly out of their control. They were all rafts floating down this violent river together. All they could do was hang on and try not to drown.

Puppet Paige could feel her release. She swore she could see it—just out of reach, a blinding light of desire, a need so strong that one would do anything to capture it—cheat, steal, kill, betray. There was no right or wrong, only need, and they were all its slaves.

As they got closer and closer to the edge… as their voices became more and more needy and obscene… as their minds overflowed with the prospect of blessed release…

It stopped.

Nothing.

Pure stillness, but in terms of sounds and in terms of motion. It was like their belts had just turned off.

All at once, wails of frustration started erupting all over the floor. Different girls handled the sudden denial differently. For about a third of the girls, it was simply too much.

Paige was proud of herself for resisting the urge to beg like the other girls. She was stronger than them, and that made her proud. Curiously, their pleading only turned her on more. She rode the edge, lost in her sister puppet's soft, beautiful eyes, their bodies shaking and spasming from intense, unsatisfied need.

Occasionally, a puppet would attempt to stand up, only to be corrected with a harsh shock from their belts. Others would plead to whatever mystical force controlled them: "What do you want? Please!!!" only to be similarly corrected.

That's when she had an idea. She would have to take it slow. She had no desire to be shocked again. If there was one thing that Paige hated, it was electrical shocks.

The first thing was to see if it would let her get on her hands and knees. First, she slowly leaned forward and placed her hands on the mattress. Then, when nothing happened, she rose her ass up so that she could crawl. Again, nothing.

Then, she crawled towards Tianna, who, for some reason, she associated with the word sister. They were sisters somehow. Spiritually connected… in bondage and lust.

At first, Tianna's expression was pure terror. She did not want to see Paige put through any more pain, and she certainly didn't want to experience any more herself. But when she saw Paige wasn't being corrected for crawling to her, her expression became one of relief and joy.

As Paige got closer, her belt rewarded her with little tremors of pleasure. By how her feelings matched Tianna's changing expression, it was clear that she was also. Clearly, the belt liked that they were getting closer to each other.

When they were within a few inches of each other, Paige knelt back. As much as she wanted to wrap her arms around this woman, she wanted to ensure that it was OK with her pair. Just because they were forced to do things didn't mean they should force anything on each other.

Paige's heart leaped with joy when Tianna opened her arms down from behind her head and opened them wide. Paige fell into her arms, each pressing their bodies together in a way they had never experienced before and never would have known they wanted to so badly. Without even thinking, the two enslaved girls kissed… passionately. More passionately than they had ever done before.

And with that, the two slaves and their enslaving belts became one. It matched the ecstasy and joy they felt by pressing their almost naked bodies against each other and sending the strongest pulses through their impaled holes.

This moment was perfect. Their tongues danced in each other's mouths, communicating in ways beyond words. There was no rational thought between them. They were pure lust. And, as the feelings flooded their minds and bodies, pushing them closer and closer to an edge beyond any rational concept of need. It just was. It was who they were—pure sexual energy. There was no need to silently beg. That would require some conscious thought. They were beyond that. There was no edge anymore. They were falling into nothingness… together. They were becoming one.

And then their universe exploded, and they did with it.

As they screamed into each other's mouths and pulled each other as tightly together as was humanly possible, they could hear their voices chanting in their heads, now joined together, in perfect unison.

"We are Puppet. We are Puppet. We are Puppet."

The voices in their heads weren't calm anymore, but matching in inflection the sexual intensity they were feeling. It was as if their voices were feeling it as well.

Neither of them had the mental capacity to think at this moment. They were busy. They were Puppet.

Paige and Tianna woke up in each other's arms, their naked breasts pressing against each other. Looking deep into Tianna's eyes, Paige couldn't help but feel a deep love for her Puppet sister at this moment. She looked so sexy… the pouting of her full, moist lips, the deep longing of her wide, brown eyes.

From what Paige could tell, all the other girls had paired up and were forced to climax together as they had. By the occasional cries of "We are Puppet" from around the floor, it was clear that some were still in the middle of the experience.

In the back of her mind, coming down from the best orgasm she had ever had, Paige could hear herself thinking, "They're being raped. We were raped. We are all being fucking raped!" But as this voice struggled to rise about the ebbing waves of her climax, she heard another voice, almost getting into a debate with her.

"They're being raped."

"They're becoming pretty, perfect Puppets."

"We were raped."

"We are one Puppet."

"We are all being fucking raped!"

"We are all becoming pretty, perfect Puppets."

Before, it was her voice in her head… this time, it was a different voice. She recognized it. Then, looking into Tianna's eyes, she saw the same expression she knew she was having. This was her voice. Tianna was in her head. Tianna was in our head.

Then, magically, Paige opened her mouth precisely the same time Tianna opened hers, and together they said, "We are Puppet." When they said the words, four voices were talking, the two together out loud and the two in their heads.

And at that moment, they could feel themselves clenching on the shafts, impaling their sexes. This time, it was different. Instead of it vibrating inside them, they were vibrating around it.

What was happening? This was unlike anything any of them had ever experienced before.

Paige had never been religious. She went to church as a kid because she had to; the only thing she got out of it was a place to hang out and get into trouble. She never felt the alter call. She never heard god asking her to join him. She thought all of that was stupid.

This was different. Paige didn't know any other way to describe it. This was a religious experience. There was simply no other way to describe it. At this moment, she felt like they were one. It was so overwhelmingly beautiful. She could feel a warning voice screaming in her head, being dragged further and further into the woods.

When the last of them had come down, Paige could hear the other paired puppets softly whispering, "We are Puppet" to each other.

For a long time, all of them just soaked in the experience.

What was this? What is happening to us?

"We are becoming Puppet," Puppet Paige and Puppet Tianna answered.

Just then, a voice echoed out of the floor's loudspeakers. This time, it was a man's voice.

"Puppets present."

Paige didn't know what that meant. Then, she was lightly shocked.

"Puppets present."

Paige scrambled to get onto her knees as the trickle started to surge.

It kept surging. Paige started adjusting, trying to find the position to satisfy the voice.

…knees wide apart. It kept surging.

…back arched hard, thrusting out her heavy breasts. It kept surging.

…hands behind head. It kept surging.

She was starting to panic. Tilting her head back, she moaned in frustration. As she did, she noticed that when she moved her tongue, it was somehow directly connected to something that vibrated on her clit.

She licked the air, and the punishing electricity started to ebb. At the same time, the device caressed her sex as if an invisible tongue was running up it. It was as if she was licking her own cunt.

Her voice whispered to her, "Good Puppets present tongues."

The more Paige tongue licked the air, the more the device played with it. She moved her head around and could feel her own stimulation moving with it. She had her lips form different shapes, and she could feel the device caressing the lips of her pussy in similar ways.

Only by making her mouth and tongue obscenely lick at the air could she get the punishment to stop, with the added benefit that she was now making her belt stimulate herself the same way.

It was so stupid. It was so disgusting. Paige didn't want to do this but found her mouth opening wide for her invisible master, forcing her tongue out to worship the air.

As her tongue and lips danced and caressed and reached out as far as they could, she heard moans from other Puppets. They would moan, then their cries would stop, and then, for some reason, they would moan louder. Slowly, more and more of her sister Puppets would moan this way.

Puppet Paige also found herself moaning, her extended tongue wagging in desperation. The devices impaling her cunt and ass gave out a slight vibration as whatever was enveloping her cunt and clit continued to dance.

Her voice calmly told her, "Perfect Puppets are passionate Puppets."

Puppet's voice moaned louder, and Puppet was rewarded with her belt shaking and twisting in her holes as her extended tongue wagged in desperate need.

The belt was training the Puppets to lick its own pussies.

Paige had never done anything like this before. Still, at this moment, the person that was Paige was entirely lost to the perfect obscenity that was Puppet. Puppet was imprisoned in a perfect circle of total control and pleasure, her mouth a slave to her own cunts insatiable needs.

She felt drool rolling off her tongue and onto her heaving breasts. She couldn't help it. They started bouncing. She needed to bouncy her breasts. She was an obscene object of pure, submissive need. All around her, Puppet joined together, becoming a single unit of pure lust. It only made her belt respond more. They were all in a giant feedback loop, becoming increasingly Puppet.

Row after row of Puppets knelt, trapped in the collective demands of their own bodies. The perversion of it all drowned out all rational thought. They were animals. They were pure CUNT. If someone were to observe this display, it would be like nothing they had ever seen. Two dozen of the city's most attractive and successful women turned into obscene, gothic gargoyles made of living flesh.

As they all got closer and closer to climaxing, their voices assured them:

"Puppet are cunt puppets."

And they were. They were all cunt puppets, entirely controlled by the demands of their sexes. The voice and how their mouths perfectly pleasured themselves made the words carve themselves into their brains.

"Puppet are cunt puppets."

As the puppets got closer and closer to their unified climaxes… as their moans crescendoed towards the most perfect orgasm of their lives… as they just reached the edge… their belts stopped.

"Puppets are freed," the strange voice said.

For a long time, this didn't stop many of them from moaning and drooling out of their open mouths, even though it no longer affected their sex. It was as if their puppet strings had been cut.

Eventually, their moans died out, and the room was silent, except for the deep breathing of the kneeling girls.

Paige wondered… slowly she started to stand up and stretch. As soon as they could tell she wasn't being corrected, the other girls in the room began standing up. Their expressions were a jumble of shame, lust, terror, and relief.

Tianna walked up to Paige and hugged her close. "Paige, are you OK?"

Paige felt a sudden jolt through her body. Her voice said to herself, "Please call Puppet Paige Puppet Paige."

She heard her voice telling Tianna, "Please call Puppet Paige Puppet Paige."

Tianna looked at her in terror, suddenly realizing that she was causing Paige to be punished. Correcting herself, she said, "Puppet Paige, are you OK?"

Paige pulled her in close. "Thank you. Puppet Paige is alright." Then she stopped herself. She was almost going to call her Tianna but knew that doing so would also punish her. "Puppet Tianna, are you OK?"

Tianna hugged her tight. "Yes. Puppet Tianna is good."

Slowly, all the girls looked around. Something happens when people go through a traumatic experience together and wind up on the other side. This was one of those moments. As horrifying and intense as it was, they had survived it together.

At this moment, seeing all the other girls collared and belted as she was, coming down from the most intense experience of each of their lives, Paige couldn't help but notice how beautiful they all looked.

Tianna squeezed her hand and asked everyone, "What do we do now?"

"What do we do now?"

As soon as Tianna's question left her mouth, something was clearly wrong. Tianna shuddered, her head tilted back, and her mouth silently spoke, "Puppet… Puppet… Puppet…"

Slowly, her voice started sounding out the words she had been silently mouthing. "What does Puppet do now? What does Puppet do now? What does Puppet do now?"

It was clear from the other puppets that the belt and her own internal voice were correcting her.

And then, as if in response, all the other girls felt a surge of correction and stimulation as their voices said, "We are Puppet."

In response, their mouths opened as they intoned, "We are Puppet" together.

And then, again, just like that, it stopped. When they were released, it was clear that they were still Puppet.

Tianna started again. "What does Puppet do now?"

The girls all looked around at each other in confusion. They all had that just hate fucked look that perfectly combined lust and terror.

A short Chinese girl walked towards the center. Paige recognized her as Mei Fang-Charles, CEO of one of the hottest AI startups in the world. Paige remembered hearing gossip about how brutal her lawyers had been in her recent divorce hearing.

She looked nothing like her usual, fierce self. Before, her persona of confidence and mastery was replaced with one of demure caution and submission. It was strange for Paige to see these women, a natural part of her routine, everyday life, suddenly in their most raw, animalistic state.

Mei looked around at her enslaved sisters and said, "Puppet must always be Puppet." Her voice was that of an instructing teacher, confronting a classroom that clearly terrified her.

She looked around at all of her Puppet sisters and cautiously said, "Puppet Mei needs to use the bathroom."

All the others were relieved that she spoke in the way their belts insisted. But, when Mei's head tilted back, and her body began shaking to the same beat as her mouth opened and closed, it quickly became apparent that she had said something wrong.

"Puppet… Puppet… Puppet…!"

Suddenly, Mei fell onto her knees as if an invisible hand was forcing her into the position. Her body shook, and she instantly stretched her knees as far apart as possible. Her actions were punctuated with her wails of "Puppet" as their unseen masters trained her.

By now, it was clear to everyone else that her body was being inflicted with a maddening combination of pleasure and pain. All of her sisters had been conditioned to fear this level of correction at a primal level. Each lesson from their belts made them less and less people and more and more Puppet.

Then, Mei extended her arms as high into the air as she could and bent down to touch the ground as far forward as possible.

"Puppet shares needs as Puppet." The way she talked was strange. Mei would pause, her body subtly spasming. After experiencing it h, Paige knew that her inner voice guided her and conditioned her on what she needed to do and say. Sometimes, she would jerk as if there was some internal war between Mei, the person, and Mei, the Puppet.

For a very long moment, Mei just stood there, her body contorting as she let out an occasional grunt of what could be frustration, confusion, lust, or all three. The other girls studied her, waiting to see what she would do next. She then said, "Puppet are prostrate when Puppet pleas."

Her body shook with what was clearly a powerful shock.

She repeated, "Puppet are prostrate when Puppet pleas!" This time, her voice was more desperate.

Paige couldn't help but feel deep within her how this woman, one of the most successful businesswomen on the planet, had been so quickly reduced to an object. She wasn't just being treated like an object; she was forced to refer to herself as an object even to communicate the most basic of needs and the effect it had on how she carried herself… how they all carried themselves. By controlling the fundamental ways that all of them moved and communicated and taking away any control of their sexuality, their very selves were being rewritten right before their eyes.

Another very intimate thing that Paige noticed was that when any of her sisters in bondage referred to themselves as Puppet, her body responded involuntarily. Her cunt and ass clenched on the shafts that were impaling her. She could feel herself getting wet as her mouth opened in a silent O.

What really warped Paige's soul was how the belt seemed to insist they refer to themselves, not as Puppets but Puppet. The devices were robbing them of their identities, and even though they all realized it, they could do nothing to stop it.

Again, Mei was shocked. Again, she wailed, "Puppet are prostrate when Puppet pleas!"

Paige heard her voice echoing what Mei was saying in her head. "Puppet are prostrate when Puppet pleas!" At first, she wanted to repeat it. Show that she had learned the lesson, but then she stopped herself, running the belt's instructions through her head. Puppet are prostrate when Puppet pleas.

Paige fell to her knees, matching the position of her chastized sister: extending her arms as far forward as she could so that her heavy breasts rubbed against the ground and her ass was the highest part of her body. She intoned, "Puppet are prostrate when Puppet pleas."

She could hear all of her enslaved sisters copying her actions. Suddenly, the impaling shafts inside her rewarded by vibrating, as her voice insider said, "Puppet is good example for Puppet."

The effect of her reward was to make the next time she repeated the lesson sound incredibly obscene, "Puppet are prostrate when Puppet pleas."

Paige had never seen herself as a sexual person before today. She had always buried herself in her career, doing everything she could to please her judgemental parents. Now, it was as if all of her repressed sexual energy was being forced out of her at this moment. Before, she was a successful woman. Now, she was Puppet.

For a few minutes, they prostrated themselves, repeating their lesson in a broken unison, the vibrations of their belts acting like a sexual orchestra conductor, showing them how to speak in time as one Puppet. The more in time with each other, the more their cunts were rewarded with twists and vibrations.

After a few minutes, their collective head voices said to them, "Puppet me plea."

"Puppet are prostrate when Puppet pleas."

"Puppet Mei needs to use the bathroom."

This time, the shock was brutal. "Puppet…! Puppet…! Puppet…!"

Clearly, by taking the initiative and leading, the belt had chosen to make an example of her.

She paused for a moment. The others assumed it was again for her correction.

"Please, may Puppet use the bathroom, please?"

The others waited in collective terror, ensuring their sister spoke correctly for the belt.

The way pleasure oozed out of her mouth the next time she repeated it showed the rest that this was the way to beg for anything.

They joined her.

"Please, may Puppet use the bathroom, please?"

The male voice in the room intoned, "Puppet release."

They could hear an automated door along the one wall opening, revealing a room that seemed to be a futuristic restroom designed specifically for Puppet.

Paige tried to get up to walk to the bathroom when Belt corrected her, quickly making her fall back onto her hands and knees. She didn't notice the shift in her thinking towards the device controlling her. It was a thing… it was a person… it was her… it was all of them… it was superior to her… Puppet was Puppet… Belt was Master… Puppet was Puppet… Belt was Belt. Puppet obeyed Belt.

The corrections were different than how they started. The slight shock centered on her cunt combined with the same caressing and vibrations burned into her brain when they were forced to present. At the same time, she heard herself say, "Puppet," and she found herself instinctively tilting her head back and saying out loud, "Puppet."

The way the voices broadcast into her head, combined with Belt's masterful stimulation of her sex, fractured the way Paige thought. Though she could feel it happening and rationally knew that it was being done, it did nothing to stop it from happening. It only made it easier.

Collectively, they were turning themselves into one Puppet. Belt was like a guide, holding their hands as they did everything they could to act as one. Belt rewarded Puppet, and Belt corrected Puppet.

It was as if Puppet was listening to Paige, far away in the background, giving color commentary on her enslavement to Belt. Whenever she felt herself regaining control of her thoughts, she could feel Puppet reinforcing its puppetness. How did it know Puppet? How could it tell Puppet that Puppet she was asserting her sense of Puppet self? It was as if the belt Belt could read her mind, but that was Puppet impossible Puppet! Puppet! Puppet!

Suddenly, she could hear the voices of women in front of her begging in desperation.

"Please, stop this!"

"Help me, please."

"Oh my god, please, let me out of here!"

There were sounds of rushing water. It should be terrifying for Paige, but all Puppet were busy.

They didn't need to be told "Puppet present" anymore. Belt started present mode, and Paige found her body rising up onto her knees, spreading them wide apart. Placing her hands behind her head and arching her back hard, she began worshipping the air with her tongue and mouth. The sounds Puppet made drowned out the cries of the people in front of them.

After a few minutes, the voices from the women stopped, replaced by the same voices slowly coalescing into, "PuppetgratefulPuppetarePuppetgratefulPuppetPUPPETaremakinggratefulmakingPuppetPuppetPuPuppppetPugratefulPuppet are gratefulmaking Puppet are Puppet are grateful for making Puppet grateful for making Puppet Puppet are grateful for making Puppet Puppet are grateful for making Puppet."

Belt rewarded Puppet Paige for hearing Puppet, proclaiming that Puppet are grateful for making Puppet as Puppet Paige and her other Puppet worshiped the air.

Then, Belt shifted inside Puppet. Paige knew it wasn't just her; it wasn't just Puppet Paige because she could see—no, she could feel the other Puppet responding as one.

Initially, Puppet's movements were crude as Puppet trained to Belt. As Puppet all went down on their hands and knees and started crawling forward, it was clear that Puppet was becoming increasingly in tune with being Puppet. Paige remembered when she went to the symphony and was amazed at how the string players moved their bows as one at the bidding of the conductor's arms.

The way Belt moved inside her had the same effect. When the caresses moved up her sex, it was as if a hand pressed her to rise onto her knees. When it pulled down, she prostrated herself perfectly in sync with the other Puppet. When Belt gently zapped Puppet's cunt, Puppet stopped. It was like a riding crop gently hitting her sex, and she was a mare learning to please.

Puppet presented, and a new set of voices started filling the hall.

"Why are you doing this?!!"

"Please, stop and help us!"

"You can fight this, please."

Again, their cries became silent, and soon their voices became Puppet, and Puppet sang, "Puppet are grateful for making Puppet Puppet," in an obscene chorus that made Puppet Paige's very soul rejoice in religious ecstasy.

Soon, Puppet was crawling forward until it was next to be cleaned. The Puppet in front of her all rose, turned around, and mounted what reminded Paige of one of those weird modern toilets popular in Japan.

Then it hit her.

That was the same toilet she volunteered to test for a startup owned by her roommate from college. She was excited to help a friend with her business, even though it seemed way overdesigned for what it did.

Somehow Belt could tell that she recognized it, doubling the caressing of her clit. Her obscene moans drowned out all rational thought, magnified by those lined up in a row with her, parroting the lewd motions on Paige's face.

Paige looked into the Puppet facing her. The Puppet was Mary, one of her fiercest rivals in the financial services space, that Paige was trying to dominate.

The way they connected at that moment was magical. Paige drank in Mary's body and expression as a terrified Mary did the same to her. Even though Mary was at least ten years older than Paige, her body was a toned perfection. Mary's nipples were rock hard, obscenely projecting out, just as Paige knew her nipples were as well.

Memories of all the quips and barbs they had exchanged over the years began playing in Paige's mind, only this time, she saw how they were shamelessly flirting with each other the entire time. Their actions were silly pretenses for their primal need to melt into each other.

As Mary's mouth opened wide in an obscene O, Paige… the person Paige in the back of Puppet's head as Puppet presented, wanted desperately to press her sex down onto Mary's perfect mouth and grind herself into nothingness. For a minute, she could hear mad laughter coming out of her mouth as she moaned. Puppet loved how Puppet Paige was becoming more and more Puppet.

Mary's arms flew behind her head, and a loud CLICK came from the four Puppet squatting on the devices.

Suddenly, manacles locked around each of their ankles, as mechanical arms unlocked their belts and rotated them around, so they merged into the toilets.

Mary looked into Paige's eyes. "Paige, please help me."

As Puppet looked deeply into Mary's eyes, its tongue danced more and more obscenely, the image of it worshipping her now open, naked sex with its mouth dominating Puppet's thoughts.

"Paige, you're stronger than this. Fight it! We need to escape this."

The words only seemed to make the images stronger in Paige's head. There was a beautiful perfection in showing Mary just how much of a total Puppet Paige was, as Mary begged her to resist. The fact that Paige was betraying herself to the woman she least wanted to see her somehow made the need to do it much more potent. Every time Puppet betrayed who Puppet was, Puppet's body was rewarded with Belt caressing her in ways she had never felt before.

They were opposites now: Person and Puppet. Puppet worshipped people with their mouths. Mary was above her as much as the sun was above a flower reaching up to it. Puppet Paige wanted nothing so much at that moment but to be allowed to move forward and seal her mouth onto Mary's sex.

And then, Puppet's wish was granted. All four of the presenting Puppets in front of the stalls found themselves going down on their hands and knees and moving towards the women being cleaned in front of them.

As Puppet sealed her mouth around Mary's exquisitely moist sex, Paige's ears were flooded with the swirling sounds of water and brushes busily cleaning.

The ministrations of Paige's tongue rewarded it with Mary bucking hard against Puppet's face, which in turn awarded Puppet with encouragement from Belt.

"Oh god. Please, Paige. Not this way!" Even as Mary pleaded with Paige, her body grinded wontonly against Paige's face.

"We need to stop!" Mary said one thing as her body did another.

"OMG, I've wanted this for… but not this… we need to…"

Then Puppet presented.

Paige's body rose onto her heels, and her arms flew behind her head as her mouth continued its caresses, only now to the air instead of to Mary's perfect cunt.

With that, the belt rotated around and was again locked around Mary. It made a loud clang, and a click came from behind Mary's head.

As Paige and Mary were lost in each other's eyes, Puppet loved how it could see Mary become more and more Puppet right in front of her, as all begging, pleading, and signs of will were replaced with blind, absolute Puppet obedience.

Soon, Mary's other words are replaced with the perfect Puppet song: "Puppet are grateful for making Puppet Puppet."

Looking into Puppet Mary's perfect green eyes, Puppet Paige felt nothing but absolute, unconditional love.

As Paige presented, the Puppet on the stalls rose up, turned as one, and waddled over to present with the other Puppet that had already been cleaned.

Puppet Paige felt a strong correction as her row rose, legs still wide apart, turning around and wadding onto the cleaning devices.

Paige's wrists began to go behind her head, but this time, it was different. Her Belt wasn't doing anything. Her wrists were being pulled by a magnet that was part of the collar encircling her neck. It had a powerful pull that Paige wasn't strong enough to resist, forcing her wrists to cross behind her, locking them together with a sharp "click." At the same moment, her ankles were locked onto the device.

And then, Belt unlocked, as the chair cruelly pulled off and out of her body. It left her with a feeling of emptiness unlike any she had ever felt before. Something began forcing itself into her ass and flooding water into her. Paige remembered the thing having an enema feature but thought the idea disgusting, and so never tried it.

She was free from the belt. Now was her chance. She looked down at the row of four enslaved puppets obscenely licking the air before her, the one right in front of her being Tianna.

It would be so easy to lose herself in the beauty of Tianna's soft brown skin and incredible young body, but Paige needed to focus.

"Tianna, please, you need to focus."

Tianna responded to Paige by showing just how good of a Puppet she could be. The idea of just riding her face until she had the loudest climax of her life was the thing that she wanted more than anything else at that moment. After all, Tianna was a Puppet, and Puppet was made to please. Paige could picture herself parading Tianna around as her perfect Puppet slave, showing off her property… demonstrating just how broken and obedient she was.

And then… as if Tianna could read Paige's mind, she began crawling closer and closer to her sex. Her desperate expression, combined with the way sweat poured down Tianna's face, made it look like she was dying of thirst, and Paige's cunt was the only source of water for miles around.

A few days ago, they were casual acquaintances. This was the girl who sold her coconut milk every day. She had dreams and ambitions. Not anymore. Now, the only thing that mattered to her in the world was demonstrating just how much she worshipped Paige's cunt. Now, every interaction between them was interposed with this moment. Tianna's face existed to worship Paige's cunt. It had always been that way, and Paige couldn't help but be sad that she hadn't done this until now.

And then SNAP, Puppet Tianna knelt back and returned to worshipping the air.

Paige's wrists were unlocked, only to feel Belt once again wrapping itself around her and sinking itself into her cunt and ass. It was as if that thing that made Paige a person was violently stripped from her, only to be replaced with, PuppetPuPupPuppetPuppet are help Puppet and please Puppet are FUCK Puppet are Puppet are Puppet are grateful for Puppet and Puppet are thankful for making Puppet Puppet are thankful for making Puppet."

Paige's body sang as Puppet turned and shuffled over to be with its other cleaned Puppets. Their movements were perfectly in sync now. Puppet Paige rotated 180 degrees, fell to her knees, and arched her ass back into the face of Puppet Mary, busy worshipping the air.

Puppet joined Puppet.

"Puppet release."

And with that command, everything stopped.

Paige wasn't a person at that moment. She was pure need. So was every other Puppet. For who knows how long, Belt had been pushing Puppet… all Puppet as close to the edge as possible.

"Nooooooo!!! Puppet needs!!! Please don't stop. Puppet! PUPPET!!!"

It was a voice. It was many voices. One of them was hers.

All of their bodies mindlessly humped the air for several minutes as they begged for release. Some were loud. Others were meek whimpers of need. Their bodies moved in fruitless desperation, trying to get any stimulation.

Paige felt like she was nothing but cunt. It was as if she was chasing a car that she desperately needed to catch, and all she could do was watch it get further away.

The idea that she could be this wonton… that her body could respond so much just seemed impossible. It terrified her to think of what she would do to return to that feeling. As much as this situation scared her, she terrified herself more. Would she steal for it? Could she kill for it? Paige already knew the answer but didn't want to admit it to herself.

As they came down, they started to stand up.

Looking around… looking into each other's eyes, it was clear they were all different now. They were no longer a collection of strong, independent women. They were docile. Chastized. While the will to resist was still buried deep inside them, Belt had taught them the error of trying it.

"Puppet is so fucked!"

The whole room erupted in uncomfortable laughter.

Looking around was a total mind fuck. In a way, they were free. In a way, they were all still totally controlled.

Paige felt a gentle touch on her shoulder. Turning around, she looked up into Mary's eyes.

Mary's eyes filled with tears as she said, "Puppet."

All Paige could say was, "Puppet," as she started crying, too. There was so much shared in this moment. They fell into each other's arms.

Paige needed this so much. The feeling of loving and being loved. The touch from someone who cared about you. All their history was washed away. None of it mattered.

They were too busy having the best cries of their lives to notice that all of their sisters were doing the same.

They had all been through something together. They were all bound together in a way that they could never forget… in a way that if someone hadn't experienced it, they wouldn't understand. That there were no words for it, that it was something truly their own.

After a while, they took a moment to drink in each other's eyes… laugh softly, and then gently kiss. There were no words, only feelings.

After a while, they started to come down from it all. All these women knew each other in some way, even if just casually.

The girl Paige recognized from the used bookstore she liked to shop at walked towards the group's center. She was hand in hand with Sonia, the older Indian woman who was head of HR for Paige's company.

The girl holding Sonia's hand was lithe, with her top lip, septum, and nipples pierced and many on each of her ears. Her body was covered in black and white tattoos that made her look like a living canvas that deserved to be displayed at the Met. The piercings in her nipples were of a thick gauge, and the rings were on top of shields that forced them to project out obscenely. Now she knew why the girl always dressed in baggy hoodies. Sonia's eyes were drawn to the tattoo directly above the top of her belt. In bold gothic letters was the work DADDY'S, and below it CUNT with just the top of what must have been an arrow pointing down to her sex. It was the only tattoo that wasn't black, being a bright pink.

The two were total opposites, yet because of Belt, one. Seeing them together, one would think they were passionately in love if one didn't know better. They were.

Tracy! Tracy was the hot goth chick who worked at the bookstore. The girl was always so lovely and seemed to flirt with Paige every time she went there, so much so that Paige started buying books just for the confidence boost Tracy gave her.

Tracy spoke up: "Puppet Tracy needs to say something."

When Tracy said the word "Puppet," Paige could feel Belt give a little tease to her cunt. It was hard not to moan, "Puppet" back at her. At least three other girls couldn't resist it and moaned, "Puppet." One of them was Sonia, who tilted her head back and started twisting her large dark nipples. "Puppet. Puppet!" It seemed that Tracy saying Puppet had a more substantial effect on Sonia than everyone else.

Tracy waited for everyone else to quiet down before continuing.

"Puppet are being conditioned to be cummie controlled edge Puppets." When the word puppets came out of Tracy's mouth, they could all tell she was being corrected. Cummie sounded so stupid and obscene. Not something she has ever said. Something a silly bimbo would say. "Puppet." As the word went out of her mouth, her head tilted back, and her tongue started licking the air obscenely. She tilted her head forward and started going around the room, looking into each girl's eyes and saying, "Puppet," then sticking her tongue out obscenely at them as if licking them. When her eyes locked with someone, that girl mirrored her exactly, saying Puppet simultaneously and licking at her the same way.

When Tracy got to her, Paige could hear herself saying, "Puppet, always one Puppet." When their eyes locked, her belt grew inside her, and she found her lips moving with Tracy; they said to each other, "Puppet," and started licking at each other.

When she had gone around the room, she took a deep breath and started again. "Puppet are being conditioned to be cummie controlled edge Puppet. Puppet Tracy knows this because Puppet was trained to edge and cummie on command by Puppet Tracy's former master." Paige knew that Robert was her former master because she had crossed out the tattoo of his name on her ass.

Paige could feel her cunt clench at the cummie. She could feel it becoming a part of her vocabulary. She no longer came… she no longer had earth-shattering orgasms. Page had cummies. Puppet had cummies. She could feel her body lighting up at the humiliation of the idea. She was being rewritten, and nothing excited or terrified her more.

"Puppet is owned by Puppet." This truth sent a brutal shock through every Puppet at once. Paige felt her body shaking with all-consuming pain. She heard a sister scream, "Puppet is owned by Puppet," the electricity punctuated her words.

Paige tried to form the words through the pain. "Puppet is owned by Puppet." The voices in her head were chanting as one. She wanted to match them, desperate for the pain to stop.

She could hear all Puppet trying to align to the lesson. This was clearly an important one. When they all spoke in perfect unison, the shocks stopped.

Then the voices commanded: "Puppet is owned by Puppet." Zap! And Puppet responded as one. "Puppet is owned by Puppet." Again! "Puppet is owned by Puppet." The shock grew milder. "Puppet is owned by Puppet."

Belt pulsed and throbbed, clearly pleased. Puppet moaned and licked in gratitude.

Belt stopped, and Tracy continued her lesson. "Cummie controlled is how Puppet must be taught to cummie on command."

Paige could feel her body responding to how twisted it sounded. The idea that someone could say a word and she could be forced to climax on command sounded utterly insane.

A man's voice boomed across the large floor and inside Paige's head. "Cum!"

The bodies of every Puppet began violently vibrating. Paige could feel her own cunt joining them… could feel her own hips writhing along with them… could feel her own breasts bouncing uncontrollably.

The world opened before her. There was no better feeling in the world. She didn't have words to describe it. Every part of her body was being touched by god. There was no Paige anymore; there was only pure, infinite bliss. She didn't notice it at first, but she was moaning obscenely as if her mouth and her mind were wholly disconnected from the pleasure that was made up her entire soul.

The voice was that of a stupid bimbo girl. It wasn't Paige's, but it was coming out of her mouth. "Puppet cummies!!! Puppet cummies!!!"

As her body rode the wave of pure ecstasy, the intensity becoming painful the longer it continued, she started to hear other voices rise up, as if something inside them just snapped like a dry twig.

"Puppet cummies!!! Puppet cummies!!!"

These weren't the voices of strong, independent women. These were the voices of objectified bimbo caricatures designed for no other purpose than to excite men.

"Stop." And the pleasure was gone. In truth, the ending of their extended climaxes was both the worst feeling in the world and the best. It was maddening, especially since they were like nothing else, and there seemed to be no way to control or stop them.

It was clear as they looked at each other kneeling, hands behind their heads, reddened faces, breasts heaving, bodies covered in sweat, that Puppet was terrified of how easily their bodies betrayed them from a simple word. It wasn't possible.

Would the faceless voice do it again? Would he further demonstrate his power over them? How long did they kneel there, grateful for a few blessed moments to not feel?

"Cum!"

This time, Puppet responded faster. It was as if their climaxes were being calibrated to sync up. "Puppet cummies! Puppet cummies!"

The way Paige's body writhed and BOUNCED was more brutal now but also smoother. She wasn't fighting her own responses as much. She had no choice but to accept that her body had cummies when she heard the man give the command. These cummies weren't her's. They didn't belong to her. They were owned by the voice.

As she continued to feel the pleasure coursing through her senses, her eyes locked on another Puppet experiencing the exact same thing. But Paige wasn't looking at a different person anymore. She was looking at a sort of funhouse mirror of herself… of Puppet. They were it. They were Puppet. They existed as one. They sang out in terrified gratitude at the gift of pleasure bestowed by their faceless Puppetmaster.

"Stop!"

And again, the pleasure ended as fast as it began. For moments that seemed like hours, nothing happened. They knelt as one. They breathed as one.

After they had calmed down, Tracy continued. "Edging is where Puppet gets as close to cummies and then stops. It makes Puppet needy, passive, and pliant."

"Puppet is needy, passive, and pliant." Tracy's words were amplified in Paige's head as if she had some speaker that went directly into her brain.

"Puppet is needy, passive, and pliant," they all said as one, Belt rewarding them with teases and vibrations. The words looped in their heads, and they vocalized them as one—as Puppet.

Paige wasn't just saying them. Every time she repeated them with her Puppet sisters, they became more authentic. She felt herself, her sense of self, being ground into dust. The most terrifying part was how good it felt.

"Puppet is always needy, passive, and pliant." Adding always to the instruction seemed to be pushed out of Tracy's mouth with a little zap by how her voice pitched at the word.

Paige heard the voices in her head. She complied, "Puppet is always needy, passive, and pliant." The word always was accompanied by a pulse or electricity directly on Paige's clit that made her voice rise in terror. All Puppet experienced the same instruction.

They chanted, "Puppet is always needy, passive, and pliant," over and over again, the pain slowly turning to pleasure, their bodies loving the effects the words were having on their cunts.

"Puppet does not control cummies. Puppet cannot cummie on its own. Puppet must never cummie without permission." Tracy's voice was grave. "Puppet is serious. Puppet must never cummie without permission."

"Puppet playtime," the man's voice projected over the room.

Paige didn't know what the command meant. By the way it was herding her and her Puppet sisters together as a giant mass, it was clear that Belt did.

When they touched, it was as if their hands were wired to all of their cunts. They licked each other's mouths, and a phantom tongue rode up their cunts. It was as if they were all worshipping all of their cunts as one. As Paige mauled and was mauled, as she kissed and was kissed, as she sucked and was sucked, she could feel her climax getting closer and closer. The intensity of her Puppet sister's moaning showed that they were all about to have the loudest orgasm of their lives.

The feeling was too intense. Paige didn't care. Belt was pushing her over the edge, and she had no choice but to ride it into nothingness.

They hit it as one. The pain Belt triggered simultaneously was like nothing they had felt before. They all collapsed in a pile, crying in frustration.

"Puppet playtime," the man's voice repeated.

Again, Belt prodded them to rise up and play with their sister Puppet, one giant orgy of controlled flesh. Their moans were different now. You could hear that agony mixed in with the pleasure. Belt amplified every touch just as before. Their bodies responded in a way that made them feel less like they were "their" bodies.

The terror infusing their pleasure rose as Belt pushed them closer and closer to the edge. As they kissed and groped and ground into each other, their voices moaned into each other's mouths in pleading desperation, "Puppet. Puppet."

There was no stopping it. Belt was forcing their climaxes out of them, and the closer Puppet got, the more they lost themselves to the pleasure.

The pain applied directly to their clits at the moment they came was beyond anything they thought was possible.

Again, they collapsed, and again, the words "Puppet playtime" filled the room.

It took some Puppet longer than others. Instead of an orgasm combined with a brutal shock, they instead writhed in desperation, repeating, "Please, Puppet cannot cummie on its own, please," over and over. The way they said please reminded Paige of the pathetic whining of a spoiled child. It was clear that they were trying to climax, but they no longer could on their own.

Paige was the last to lose the ability to push herself over the edge. Her hands pulled, twisted, and tugged on her heavy breasts sending waves of pleasure directly to her clit. She felt a twisted sense of pride that she was able to last the longest of her enslaved sisters. It encouraged her… made her play with herself harder. She was still in control as her pathetic Puppet sisters wailed in frustration. She didn't care. She was in control. She was getting closer and closer to the earth-shattering orgasm she had been chasing for years. It was right there… it was so close… she could feel it, just out of reach… please… please… she needed this. She needed this more than anything. She would do anything. She would believe anything. Please, just let her make herself cummie.

She heard the words all around her. She heard them coming from her lips. This wasn't Paige pleading… this was Puppet. Paige was Puppet. "Please, Puppet cannot cummie on its own, please."

Belt had proven it. Puppet cannot cummie on its own. That privilege was now locked away from them.

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"Puppet does not own cummies anymore. Belt owns cummies." The voice was Paige's in her head, and she was mindlessly repeating the words to Puppet. She was a broken doll beyond any resistance. Belt was instructing her on what to say, and Paige passively complied.

Belt was a thing now. Belt was some godlike supernatural force to Paige. She didn't understand it but saw it as clearly in charge as anything or anyone since her strict father.

"Puppet does not control orgasms. Puppet is controlled. Puppet is always Puppet." Paige could feel her body responding to Tracy's words just as much as she was responding to them herself. The belt didn't do anything beyond the gentle vibrations when anyone said Puppet.

Paige felt a perverse perfection. Her body was so alive, and yet, because she had absolutely no control, she was a Puppet. They were Puppets.

"It is important that Puppet understand this. Puppet is controlled. Puppet must edge." Tracy was being very stern now.

Her voice said, "Puppet understands. Puppet obeys. Puppet is controlled," repeating in a loop. Her belt started moving harder.

She could feel the words being forced out of her mouth. "Puppet understands." All the other girls echoed her words. "Puppet obeys." The way they talked was like they were doing phone sex. "Puppet is controlled."

Tracy returned to her lesson. "Puppet is being trained to be synchronized." The words came out of her mouth slowly. It was as if someone was whispering them to her to repeat. When she finished a sentence, they parrotted it back, their belts forcing the words out of their mouths.

"Puppet is one Puppet."

"All Puppet is Puppet."

"All Puppet is one."

"Puppet's name is a mask."

"Puppet is not person."

"Puppet is Puppet."

"Puppet pretend to be person."

"Puppet betray Puppet."

The way Belt twisted and vibrated within them made the words feel like fundamental truths burning into each of their brains. Their collective need for release silenced any notion of how horrific the ideas Tracy shared with them were. Hearing them together… feeling them… made them necessary… made them fact in a way beyond any reason. They were now fundamental beliefs.

"Puppet recruit Puppet."

Images of women appeared on the screen. Some she recognized from conferences… from work… from around her neighborhood…

At first, they were smiling, greeting her, making casual conversation… but then their clothes started melting away, as their arms raised above their heads, held by invisible chains, and their legs spread wide apart as Belt was forced onto them all.

"Please… oh my fucking god… what are you doing… Paige… Mei… Sonia… why are you doing this to me." Their pleas were horrifying, but all Paige could feel was pleasure as Belt rewarded her for their subjugation.

"Puppet recruit Puppet. Puppet recruit Puppet!" They all mindlessly chanted, right on the edge, incapable of climaxing, and yet enjoying the new freedom of constantly being on the edge. They were pure sex. They were pure denied pleasure. It was like they had reached a nirvana state. A state of pure need, like something described in a tantric sex manual.

Paige's mind raced with all the women she knew she could recruit to be Puppet. This was important. They needed to be Puppet. Puppet was now her faith, and she was an absolute zealot.

Then, Belt forced them onto their knees and began arranging Puppet using the shafts impaling them. Paige waddled along with her sisters, uncertain of where she was being led but unable to stop herself from going there. The brutality with which Belt guided them made them moan in pain/pleasure, and their breasts ridiculously BOUNCE. It was like a child was arranging chess pieces on a board.

Eventually, they awkwardly formed a circle, facing toward each other. Their legs were spread wide apart, their behinds resting on their knees, their arms behind their heads, and their backs arched hard, presenting their breasts to their invisible controllers, just as they had been conditioned. Their faces were etched with blank expressions of pure exhaustion.

Privacy

Her voice calmly told her, "Puppet has no privacy."

Paige could hear herself talking to her best friend, Jessica. "I don't care if he's married. I miss that dick." Jessica's voice could be heard laughing on the other end. The conversation happened last month.

The quality of her voice shifted… "Yes, I am touching."

The voice of her ex asked her, "Touching what?"

"My cunt, I'm touching my wet cunt." Her voice dripped with need.

"Good girl." It was a call from years ago.

Videos filled the screens of her masturbating… in her dorm… in the bathroom of her parent's house… in the office bathroom. Video after video of porn she had watched over the years filled the screens, intermixed with intimate conversations with her psychiatrist.

How was this possible? Her most private moments are on full display.

By how they were all reacting, it was clear that each Puppet was seeing something different.

Then they all started folding on top of each other, their private details becoming a massive jumble of intimate, humiliating conversations and porn.

Paige whispered to herself, "Puppet has no privacy." Paige and all the other Puppet replied in unison, "Puppet has no privacy."

They all sounded like scared schoolgirls, repeating the admonishment from an adult.

Confession

Sonia was the first. Her head tilted back, and her tongue licked and danced before she said, "Puppet must confess. Puppet will start."

All of her Puppet sisters stared intently at Sonia. Belt adjusted them so that their backs arched harder, forcing their breasts all out further in front of them. No matter how large or small their breasts were, they all looked breathtaking to Paige.

Paige watched as Sonia's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, the words fighting to escape from her mouth.

Then she spoke.

"Puppet likes girls."

The words forced themselves out of Sonia's mouth. The expression of revulsion on her face reminded Paige of someone having their mouth washed out with soap.

The words made Paige's belt come to life. She could hear herself saying Puppet likes girls.

Then another girl said it. "Puppet likes girls." It was Mary. Her head tilted back, and she started licking the air, her tongue twisting obscenely.

The way Mary said it was different than Sonia. Sonia fought against it. Mary was proud of it.

The words echoed in Paige's head, amplified by her voice, magnified by the way Belt twisted and pulsed.

It moved in a way that seemed to pull the words out of her mouth, like it was learning how to control her, becoming increasingly skilled at making Paige its Puppet.

Paige was attracted to girls. It was a part of her that she buried deep inside her. That was no longer possible.

"Puppet likes girls." The voice was hers now. Belt rewarded her with a flood of sensations that made her head tilt back… made her tongue worship the air… made her moan at the words louder. "Puppet likes girls."

Paige was too lost in the moment to notice the others, one by one, being forced to affirm what Sonia had said.

Suddenly, the windows of the office building turned opaque. A video of a girl licking another girl's feet was being broadcast to them all, the girls' moans filling the hall. Suddenly, next to the video was one of Sonia, lying in her bed, a hand buried in her panties, her eyes locked on the screen of her phone, an occasional moan escaping her lips.

Another window filled with a video of a stern, leather-bound goddess, brutally beating the ass of a girl bound to a stock, her ass baring a crisscross of long thin scars. Next to it, Mary's image appeared, her perfect physique entirely on display as she openly rubbed her sex, one hand vibrating as the other twisted a nipple. Out of her mouth came a cruel, "Yesssssss. Yessssss! Harder! Take it bitch!"

One by one, various forms of lesbian porn began appearing on the windows, each featuring a different Puppet that confessed that "Puppet likes girls."

One of the videos was one that Paige had seen before. It was of a woman bound in a steel cage, her massive breasts forced to project forward, her nipples hooked onto a pumping device that made them huge and dark red. A woman wearing a dirndl stood beside her, stroking her hair, telling her what a good cow she was.

Then Paige appeared. She was kneeling on her bed, her iPad in front of her, one hand mauling her heavy hanging breasts, as she desperately humped a pillow.

It was her, but from years before. The room was her old bedroom, the one she lived in while working on her master's degree in college.

In each of the videos, the women were younger. For Paige, this was five years ago.

Sonia continued her confession.

"Puppet touches to girls." All of the girls felt their belts reinforcing Sonia's words. Every kink, perversion, and thought that they would never share with anyone was rewarded with Belt's ever-increasing mastery of their pleasure. "Puppet touches cunt to girls. Puppet has always been into girls. Puppet made out with best friend and licked her cunt, but she wasn't into it like Puppet Puppet touches to porn of girls licking feet WORSHIPPING," the word was clearly forced out of her.

The word pounded into their heads, forcing wails of uncontrolled pleasure and need.

"WORSHIPPING girls feet Puppet is broken Puppet Puppet is dirty Puppet wants hump girls feet wants to lick girls feet wants to worship feet. Puppet is Puppet."

All the other girls started bouncing and twisting, desperately trying to move in some way so that Belt would let them climax.

"Puppet is Puppet!"

Paige could feel her heavy breasts bouncing up and down like a drugged-out camgirl, her tongue dancing wildly, her voice obscenely echoing Sonia's words.

"Puppet is Puppet!"

All around her, she could see her Puppet sisters bouncing their breasts wildly, the words seeming to force them to dance for their invisible master.

Sonia finished to a sea of her sisters all chanting "Puppet is Puppet" as one as they BOUNCEd like pornographic marionettes on strings.

They were in perfect synchronization.

Nina, Paige's favorite barista, tilted her head back. "Puppet must confess."

"Puppet…" Nina's mouth opened wide, looking around at her sisters in terror and confusion.

The sound of gagging filled the room. Nina's head started bobbing up and down as if she was sucking a massive invisible cock.

Her voice quietly whispered in her head. "Puppet must confess." Paige felt Belt pulling and cupping her cunt. It was like Belt was enveloping her cunt… surrounding it like it was in a straight jacket or something.

"Puppet must confess." When Sonia knelt, she waddled on her knees towards the center, feeling like an invisible chain was drawing her forward.

"Puppet must confess." What did it want? Confess what? The way Belt moved made her remember something. Something she had never told anyone—her darkest, dirtiest secret. Somehow, Belt could tell she had remembered something. It was as if it was pulling the disgusting memories out of her mind. How did it know? She had never said anything about it…

When Paige arrives at the center, Sonia knelt beside Tracy to join the others watching Puppet confess.

"Puppet is perverted Puppet." Her confession rewarded her with intense vibrations. "Puppet touches to perverse porn." She could feel her sex humping the air as she did when she saw really degrading porn. "Puppet has been perverted Puppet since it discovered porn. Puppet is porn addicted Puppet. Puppet can only cummies to perverted misogynistic porn. Puppet can only cummies when men treat girls as perverted fuck objects. Puppet had no choice. Puppet likes. Puppet has always touched to peverted misogynistic porn." The words were now pouring out of Paige's mouth. Memories that only came out in her most private moments.

"Puppet cummies hardest when touching picturing Puppet as broken fucktoy for men. Puppet is ashamed. Puppet cummies hardest when she is ashamed. Puppet liked it. Puppet likes being perverted Puppet."

Paige fought with all her will not to continue. She couldn't confess this. She shouldn't say the thoughts out loud.

Unfortunately, Paige had lost control of her mouth. "Puppet is piss Puppet."

A video of Paige years ago on spring break, her boyfriend at the time smiling with a big thumbs up into the camera as his urine flowed into Paige's mouth as she squatted on the side of a road. A video of an older Paige kneeling in the center of a group of men, piss streaming into her wide open mouth, the overflow soaking the red top she was wearing, clearly showing the outline of the white bra she wore underneath. She recognized the location as her company's breakroom, its many tables filled with the women from her office watching and pointing in disgust.

As Paige rode the waves or rewards of her confession, she heard a tiny voice.

"Puppet…" Whoever she was, she was resisting.

"Puppet!" She was losing her battle.

She lost it. "Puppet is piss Puppet."

Paige parroted back: "Puppet is piss Puppet."

When they became synchronized, their words shifted…

"Puppet is Puppet!"

The others barked back, "Puppet is Puppet!"

"Puppet is Puppet. Puppet is Puppet."

They all sang it together.

"Puppet is Puppet."

Paige saw Mei waddling towards the center on her knees, a look of total terror on her face. It was her voice that joined in Paige's confession. It was her voice, but it was different… higher, almost squeaky, like a mouse.

A video of a large Asian man brutally fucking a tiny Asian woman from behind appeared on the glass window beside Paige, pleasuring herself in a loop. The girl was moaning something in a foreign language. She was whining, clearly in pain, her words melting into a jumble of pathetic, incoherent, high-pitched moans.

Paige had watched this video.

Then, next to her appeared a video of Mei wearing a beautiful black collared dress. She was on her hands and knees, the skirt thrown up around her waist, her panties hanging discarded next to her on a leather couch.

Her body slams itself hard against the wall, a massive dildo stretching out her tiny cunt.

Paige recognized the dress. She had seen Mei wearing it just last week.

Paige recognized the location. She had met Mei there last week when she was wearing that dress.

She knew the location because she had been there last week for a meeting with Mei at her office. By the way the sun was setting out of Mei's corner office, she must have been doing this shortly after their meeting.

Another video replaced the one attached to the recording of Paige playing with herself. It was the same one Mei was brutally forcing herself back onto the dildo for.

Then, a new video appeared of Paige bouncing up and down on a massive dildo mounted on her hardwood floor with a suction cup. She was bouncing in time with the Asian man's fucking. Mei was forcing herself back in rhythm with the Asian man's fucking. They were all in perfect time with each other.

The video of Paige they were watching was of the night right after she met with Mei. The sun was of the same orange hue through the blinds of her window.

They had been brutally fucking themselves to the same porn simultaneously and didn't even know it.

Paige was horrified. Paige was so fucking close. Paige was Puppet.

"Puppet is Puppet."

One by one, the puppets were forced to the center on their knees to confess their darkest perversions.

From the back of the floor, the next Puppet forced to confess started making terrified calls of "Puppet." Hearing the word sent a jolt through Paige. She could feel her cunt milking and juicing around the large shaft buried inside her. By the looks of the others, it was clear that they were, too.

As soon as she saw the blond ponytail bobbing up and down, moving through the kneeling girls, Paige knew it was Sarah, the college intern from her office.

Paige's heart dropped. She was a good kid with her whole life ahead of her. Of all the women there, Sarah was probably the plainest. Paige noticed how Belt amplified how sexually she was seeing everything. Her tiny tits, with their adorable little nipples. Her cute but average face. Her wide, oversized ass, which was her biggest flaw, was also her hottest feature.

Belt throbbed hard inside her… So horny, evil thoughts flooded Paige's mind: Puppet wants to ride her cute, innocent face… her delicious little nipples were just made to be clamped… she looks so fuckable when she's crying like that… Puppet wants to hold Sarah down as all the men in the office use her tight young cunt.

Where were they coming from? Were they her thoughts, or was her voice somehow injected into her head? Puppet made to be bred. Puppet made to carry rape babies.

It was her, but not her. It was her voice, but not her thoughts… but they were in her head, so they must be her thoughts.

Puppet's child-baring hips were made to bear men's children.

An image flashed in Paige's head. She was sitting in her office watching Sarah walk away after she brought Paige her mail. Paige's eyes locked on Sarah's wide ass and thick thighs. Her past memories started blurring with Belt's conditioning. Her ass was made to be fucked and spanked. Puppet needs to worship her perfect asshole with Puppet's tongue after it's been ass fucked.

Belt throbbed, and Paige could picture herself holding Sarah down as every man in the office lined up to brutally fuck her ass, Paige staring into her eyes and whispering, "Puppet takes it. Puppet made to be ass fucked. Puppet milks cocks with its ass. Puppet better fucks when Puppet is in pain." The fact that tears were pouring down Sarah's face, and she was howling in pain, pleading for it to stop, only made things hotter in Paige's demented state.

Her voice was cruel, a perverse, cartoonish version of herself. Sadistic… manic… completely sexual. Paige didn't recognize this version of herself, even though it was her voice inside her head.

Paige was being shattered into a thousand pieces. She could feel her concept of self warping into a maniac, nymphomaniacal caricature of herself. The voices in her head made it seem like Paige was doing this to herself. Was she insane? Was Belt making them all insane? That shouldn't be possible. Belt throbbed, pulsed, and twisted its answer.

The terrified face of Sarah looking directly into Paige's eyes snapped Paige out of her twisted thoughts. Her expression was one of desperate need. Paige wanted to say something to comfort her. She tried to look at her lovingly, wanting to let her calmness show Sarah that it would be alright. She opened her mouth to tell her a sweet Puppet when Belt started violently twisting inside her.

Instead, what came out of her mouth was a hungry, desperate version of the word. "Puppet." Puppet made to be bred. "Puppet!" Puppet made to carry babies.

After each, Puppet Paige's tongue forced its way out of her mouth, licking frantically towards Sarah.

Sarah moved closer and closer to Paige on her knees as if a rope was dragging her forward. Paige knees were locked on the spot as Sarah got right up next to her, tiny sobbing "puppets" escaping her lips as her head shook back and forth.

Belt somehow touched the base of her spine in a way that made her back arch hard, forcing her heavy breasts as far out as she could. Sarah continued to be pulled to Paige until her much smaller breasts pressed into Paige's.

Belt cupped Paige's cunt and vibrated directly on her clit, making her tongue dance and lick mindlessly. Simultaneously, Sarah's tongue began the exact same dance.

Her voice calmly told her, "Puppet tongue Puppet."

Not this way. Not like this.

Belt corrected them both, forcing squeals of pain out of their mouths, quickly replaced with their tongues dancing, forcing themselves as far out of their mouths as they could get. Puppet leaned into Puppet and made their mouths obscenely suck and caress and kiss and lap and dance in each other's mouths.

Paige was saying them… saying the words playing in her head: "Puppet tongue Puppet," but the words only came out as incoherent babble from how their faces put on an obscene show for their unknown controllers.

Sarah was saying something, too. "Uuhhhey uhh Uuuuhey. Uuuhhhey uggg Uuheeyyyyy!"

They babbled into each other's mouths, feeling Belt bringing them closer and closer to what could only be the most mind-shattering orgasm of their lives… when Belt suddenly shocked them hard, forcing them to sit back on their heels.

They looked intensely into each other's eyes and said, "Puppet." They were not in control. They were Puppet.

Paige felt Belt guiding her back into the pack as Sarah twisted around to face them.

She looked at her Puppet sisters and said, "Puppet must confess." She sounded broken… defeated.

Her head tilted back. She moaned, "Puppet must confess." Her body writhed in desperate pleasure. "Puppet MUST confess."

Sarah looked at the crowd. It was her, but not her. This Sarah was a wonton whore. She barked out her confession.

"Puppet is an anal whore." Paige instantly felt the plug filling her ass come to life, pulsing and seeming to grow larger inside her.

Sarah repeated it. "Puppet is an anal-only whore." Seven or eight Puppet moaned out, "Puppet," answering her confession.

"Puppet loves stuffing her ass. Puppet is an anal-only ass-to-mouth whore!" With every more filthy confession, Sarah seemed to become more confident… empowered even. It was as if a burden she had carried her entire life had finally been lifted.

"Puppet goes to work plugged." The image of Sarah walking down the office halls, her perfect ass filled with a massive plug, suddenly hit Paige. Was her ass always plugged?

Sarah seemed to be answering her: "Puppet is always plugged."

Paige heard her voice telling her, "Puppet is always plugged."

A Puppet suddenly answered, "Puppet is an anal whore."

Sarah answered, "Puppet is an anal whore," her body bouncing up and down on her knees.

Paige told herself, Puppet is an anal whore. She could feel Belt pressing up on her sex, seeming to want her to BOUNCE.

More Puppet confessed it, "Puppet is an anal whore," and started bouncing on their heels.

Paige BOUNCEs, feeling Belt's plug driving deeper into her ass. Puppet is an anal whore. She BOUNCEd harder, her body completely out of her control, making her breasts BOUNCE along with her.

"Puppet is an anal whore." It was her voice whispering it. It was her voice saying it. It was her mind feeling it. It was her soul becoming it.

Puppet melted together, all confessing and bouncing in unison, assfucking themselves as one.

Sarah's confession changed.

"Puppet is always plugged."

It was a confession… it was a command.

Puppet parroted back as one, feeling the words burned into their brains.

"Puppet is anal whore."

"Puppet is anal whore," they sang back.

"Puppet is ass-to-mouth whore."

Puppet all moaned the words back at her, becoming a fine-tuned orchestra of desperate mind-fucked need.

Images filled the windows: a cock sliding out of Sarah's ass and into Paige's willing, eager mouth. It didn't make sense. This had never happened, yet it was being displayed right before them.

Every single girl, being the most disgusting kind of ass-to-mouth whore, their faces smiling, eager to have the cocks filling their mouths. Sometimes the ones being fucked… other times, the ones sucking the cocks fresh from their sister Puppet's ass.

Paige knew it. She was an ass-to-mouth whore. It didn't matter if it was the most disgusting, ridiculous idea in the world. Paige was an ass-to-mouth whore. Paige was Puppet. They were all Puppet.

With each confession, fantasy and reality blended more and more together.

"Puppet is bondage Puppet," from Nina, triggered videos of her struggling in ropes binding her to a chair in the middle of an empty room, mouth filled with a red ballgag.

Paige struggled to resist as she watched each of her sister Puppet tilting her head back as they broke. The way her cunt spasmodically clenched in desperation on Belt's shaft was like nothing she had ever felt; it was as if her body had been completely unplugged from her brain. Her cunt juiced and throbbed and milked totally out of control. Her nipples jutted out in obscene desperation as if pleading to be sucked on or clamped or pinched or groped. Her breasts ached from her manic, mindless bouncing, which only seemed to feed her body's need to make them BOUNCE more. Her tongue twisted and lapped. Her lips strived to form a perfect O as Belt fine-tunned its control of her mouth. She seemed only to be able to verbalize the word Puppet, even though it came out as an unintelligible "Uuuit… Uuuuhhhit."

The fast way Brianna's "Puppet is bondage Puppet" came out made it clear that Belt had utterly broken her earlier resistance. Her voice was firm but much higher than any way Paige remembered her sounding, with a bizarre vocal fry. The video of Brianna on the screen had her naked, barefoot, with her head completely shaved, cuffs on her ankles, and wrists connected by a chain. A strange steel collar forced her head up ridiculously high as she struggled to wash dishes, the chain making it difficult because it limited her reach. Her mouth was held open by a steel ring locked behind her head, making it impossible to stop drool from running down onto her tits.

Looking at herself in chains made Brianna repeat it louder, joining her sister, Puppet Nina. Her voice became a cartoonish version of her once confident self. "Puppet is bondage Puppet."

For Lilly, the woman who organizes the local Tech Disruption Meetup, a video appeared of her lying naked in the middle of a muddy field, her arms and legs spread wide, tied to wooden stakes in the ground… "Puppet is bondage Puppet."

Tracy, the goth shop clerk, snapped and began moaning, "Puppet is bondage Puppet." She appeared as an image on one of the windows naked, her sex mounted on a steel pole as she struggled to escape as a crowd of amused onlookers laughed at her predicament. Seeing herself so brutally humiliated made Tracy repeat the mantra louder, her voice sounding like the words were being beaten out of her.

An image of Paige's boss, Rachel, appeared on another of the screens. She was giving a presentation before the board of directors. Paige had seen her do this flawlessly on many occasions. Only this time, Rachel was wearing a tight corset that openly presented her freshly caned, full breasts, which had clamps attached to each of her huge nipples. She was forced to take tiny, mincing steps because of the cruel ballet boots encasing her feet. Each step made the heavy rings that pierced her cunt lips jangle. As she paced back and forth, discussing the company's quarterly earnings, she seemed perfectly comfortable that a cruel armbinder forced her arms behind her back. Rachel's words sounded totally convincing as she stared up at herself. "Puppet is bondage Puppet." This was now her truth.

The odd couple of Sonia and Mary broke together. Their video selves were bound face to face on opposite ends of a strange machine that forced long dildoes down their throats, heavy black eye makeup running down their faces… The way they chanted in unison made their words sound like desperate pleading, "Puppet is bondage Puppet." They wanted this. They needed this.

For Mei, the fierce CEO, her projected image was that of complete humiliation. She was taking tiny steps down a beautiful village path wearing a traditional Chinese dress, her feet cruelly bound in wooden shoes. "Puppet is bondage Puppet." The way she said it overemphasized her Cantonese accent.

Sarah looked up at herself as her image smiled down from the screen. She was wearing a pink collar around her neck displaying the word PUPPET, a chain going through its heavy ring that connected to her pierced breasts. Slowly, her lips parted as a cum bubble filled the screen. "Puppet is bondage Puppet," Sarah replied.

Tianna and Sarah stared up at themselves bound on a long leather table, pussy to pussy, chains holding their cunt lips open wide, linked to each other by hanging steel bars, their arms bound above their heads, their bodies rocking back and forth, futilely trying to get any stimulation to their completely expose clits. "Puppet is bondage Puppet! Puppet is bondage Puppet!"

It was too much. Belt got Paige right to the edge and then stopped. Paige knew what it wanted. She had to resist. I am a strong, independent woman. I am not a bondage Puppet. I am confident in myself. I am… Both plugs grew inside her. At that moment, she could feel herself snapping like a dried-out twig. She heard Sarah's voice testifying: "Puppet is bondage Puppet." She felt her head tilting back. She was lost in a feeling of fullness that made her holes the center of the universe. She didn't even hear herself say it.

Paige's eyes were rewarded with the image of herself. She was going in circles in front of a barn, totally naked. She was tied to some wheel that forced her to go round and round, her arms bound behind her with steel cuffs that connected to a wide steel collar around her neck. She had to keep her knees wide apart because of the steel pole buried in her cunt that had sharp steel prongs protruding from the base, forcing her to waddle to avoid them piercing her thighs. Her breasts were bound with these large rubber bands, making them look like giant balloons. Above her hung an enema bag that had a rubber hose connecting to an inflatable plug in her ass. She looked ridiculous as she shuffled in circles in the mud, moaning desperately. It was a video that she had stumbled upon years ago when she was touching herself to random porn. She was instantly disgusted when she saw it, yet she returned to it repeatedly.

"Puppet is bondage Puppet." Paige was a bondage Puppet. Her body sang from this truth. There was no doubt in her mind. This was her destiny. Her body was made to experience this. When she was in bondage, her body came alive. When she was in bondage, she wasn't Paige… she was Puppet.

They all confessed as one to being a bondage Puppet. Paige couldn't help but crave to be bound as she saw herself on the screen. It made her cunt sing; it made her whole body sing; she needed that she needed that more than anything. They all did. They needed to be bondage Puppet.

And suddenly, Belt made them BOUNCE hard up and down, and the images jumbled. Paige was now the one bound naked to stakes in the muddy ground, and Lilly became the one in the video waddling in circles.

Another shock, and they squealed and BOUNCEd again. Paige was tightly corsetted, her now massive fake tits being forced up and out, her cunt pierced with giant, heavy rings making her cunt lips hand low; her arms bound painfully behind her as she minced in the nine-inch heel ballet boots.

Another hard shock from Belt, and they all BOUNCEd and wailed together, making the images shuffle again. It was as if their bouncing together was acting like a twisted remote. Paige was now bound to the chair. BOUNCE! She was the one bald in chains struggling to clean the kitchen. BOUNCE! She was the one mounted onto the steel pole in front of everyone. BOUNCE! She wore a Chinese dress, her feet cruelly twisted into wooden shoes. BOUNCE! Herself and Mei bound to the table, rocking back and force, their cunt lips opened like butterflies.

Puppet whispered to itself, "Puppet," and Puppet's head tilted back as one and screamed Puppet as they continued to BOUNCE as one, no longer being guided by the Belt.

Brianna activated: "Puppet must confess." Paige couldn't imagine Brianna having any secret kinks. Brianna was the most dull, stuck-up person Paige had ever met. When she finally crawled to the center and sat back on her heels, her head tilted from side to side like a short-circuiting robot.

For a minute, she just repeated, "Puppet," as her body rocked in spasms. Then Brianna looked at Paige and exclaimed in her routine, dry monotone, "Puppet is bimbo puppet."

A closeup of Brianna's plain, conservative face appeared on all the screens. It calmly looked down at them and said in the same way, "Puppet is bimbo puppet."

Brianna looked up at herself and said, "Puppet is bimbo puppet."

Suddenly, her hair on the screen morphed from brunette to bleach blond, cascading out in a style that reminded Paige of a '70s Cowboy's cheerleader. The contrast between her plain face and outlandish hair was dramatic.

Brianna repeated it, now in unison with her screen self. "Puppet is bimbo puppet." An invisible brush started making up her face, giving her blush and amazing smoky eyes. Her lips puckered out and became covered in a Barbie pink lipstick.

Her routine, monotone voice was replaced by an enthusiastic sing-songy version, making her sound 10 years younger and much stupider.

"Puppet is plastic bimbo puppet," she chanted. Her nose shrunk, and the skin on her face tightened, making her look like she had just had a facelift. It was like a magic spell. Brianna said it in her bimbo voice, and it became true.

"Puppet has cock pillows," and her lips inflated up to obscene cushions, making her look like they were made for nothing but sucking cock.

"Puppet has bolt-ons," and the camera pulled back so that they could all see her breasts inflate into absurdly large and round basketball-sized breasts.

"Puppet has bimbo curves," and her waist pulled in, emphasizing her obscene implants and waist. Then, the gap between her legs widened so that you could easily cup her sex. Paige noticed her skin in the videos was flawless, like a 19-year-old's. She couldn't help but be jealous.

"Puppet has badonkadonk," and the camera rotated so that it was behind her so that we could see that her ass was massive in a way that made it clear that she had ass implants.

"Puppet has bimbo brain," and Brianna's Jessica Rabbit version of herself crossed her eyes, stuck her tongue way out, and started drooling. Around her, there are other videos of her babbling out things that only a bimbo would say: "Brains are for boys. My thoughts are just noise. Puppet only count to three. Of course, you can grope them, silly. That's what they're there for." They all babbled and giggled like a bunch of college girls on spring break as the center Brianna mindlessly drooled, accompanied by her physical self.

They all tilted back and confessed as one, "Puppet is bimbo Puppet." There was no Paige now, just Puppet. She was; they were; it was one Puppet.

They all looked down on themselves from the screens and giggled, "Puppet is bimbo Puppet."

Their images underwent the same transformations as Brianna's every time they said one of the mantras.

"Puppet is plastic bimbo puppet." Paige looked ten years younger.

"Puppet has cock pillows." Paige had the most prominent, fullest lips of any one of them.

"Puppet has bolt-ons." Her breasts were now freakishly large, round breasts that completely dominated her frame.

"Puppet has bimbo curves," and Paige had the tiniest of waists, making it seem impossible to support her huge, fake breasts.

"Puppet has badonkadonk," and her ass was now a perfect, obscene balance to her juggs.

And they babbled, encouraged by Belt. They looked at each other and talked a Puppet dialect of bimbo speak to each other. They didn't even notice that their video selves looked down on them with smirks, amused by how silly they were.

Then the screen Puppet said as one, "Puppets present," and their legs snapped open wide as they worshipped the air with their tongues, a perfectly trained unit of mindless sex toys.

Then the man's voice commanded, "Puppet strings cut," and the puppets all passed out on the ground as if their strings had been cut.

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Randomly remembering this while in hours of hypnosis repeats still active. Need to reread sometime soon.

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