Amy felt a hand gently jiggling her shoulder, and mumbled, "I'm sorry, Stef. I love you." She reached out blindly, feeling confused to find she wasn't holding anyone, then rubbed her eyes and sat up abruptly, to see Megan standing over her, looking puzzled. Amy burst out laughing. "I was dreaming I was Linda." She stretched and put her feet on the floor, rubbing her eyes again. "Are they up yet? What time is it?"

Megan shook her head. "Six-thirty. I let you sleep a little longer, 'cause nothing's happening."

Amy walked blearily over to the food cupboard. She called back to Megan, who had resumed her seat at the console, "Cereal?"

"Sure."

Amy returned to the console with two bowls of cereal, in girlmilk with banana slices. "Have they moved at all?"

Megan shook her head again. "Really out cold."

On the screen, Amy could see Linda's and Steffi's naked bodies entangled, clinging to each other as if in mutual need. "I imagine Steffi's got her whole day planned out."

"I'm sure."

Steffi was beginning to stir, gently moving her forearm, her hand stroking "Zoey" from upper back to buttocks. Amy smiled. "She probably wishes..."

Amy suddenly jumped out of her seat. "Oh!! Yeah!!"

Megan whirled in her seat at looked up at her, a worried look on her face. "What?"

Amy looked at Megan's expression and laughed. "No, it's okay, but I just had the greatest idea! Do you know about..."

Suddenly Linda was obviously awake, returning Steffi's caresses, pulling her closer and kissing her. Amy sat down again, patting Megan on the shoulder. "I'll tell you later. I hope I get a chance to tell Linda too. She'll love it!"

Amy assumed this day would go much like the first. She watched as Linda and Steffi fed each other breakfast -- with spoons this time, accompanied by lots of giggling and kisses in between bites. Afterwards they showered together. The door to the shower was completely transparent, rather than frosted -- for the purpose for which the shower was built, Steffi had no interest in privacy. The glass, in fact, must have been treated to resist condensation, and no fog interfered with the camera's view of Linda and Steffi stroking each other with soapy sponges, caressing each other, their kisses growing gradually longer until they were making love standing, as the water cascaded in streams down their bodies.

Linda dried Steffi and then herself, and they emerged from the bathroom, holding hands. Steffi led Linda to the easy chair, and Linda draped herself over the seated Steffi as she had yesterday. She looked surprised when Steffi smiled and made a get-up gesture with her finger. She complied, asking worriedly, "What do you want, Stef? I'll do anything."

Steffi's smile widened. "That's the spirit, Zoey. And that will help you very much in your next character."

Linda frowned. "What -- what do you mean?"

"Well, you've got the lover role down so well, I think we can put a wrap on that. Let me tell you what I want you to be now."

Linda said cautiously, "O...kay..."

Steffi stood and walked to the back wall, as Linda turned, both herself and Zoey puzzled, watching Steffi's progress.

Steffi reached into a niche in the wall, and returned moments later, carrying several chains and padlocks, and a small whip. Linda looked down at the metal bands on her wrists, and caught on quickly. As Zoey, she started backing away, shaking her head.

Steffi stopped and snapped, "Come here. Don't make me chase you around."

Linda stopped, not yet approaching. "P-please don't, Stefanie. I hate the idea of being tied up. I was really scared when you had me that way before. In 'The Bank Job' they were going to have Stephen tie me up, and I made them rewrite it so he just held me at gunpoint..." She stopped suddenly, as if aware she was babbling.

Steffi's mouth was a thin line. "Come here. Hold your arms up."

Unwillingly, Linda took a step towards Steffi. "There must be something else I can do. Please?"

Steffi stood with her hands on her hips, a chain dangling from one. "Are you going to stop being a Good Girl now?" She gave Linda a significant look.

Linda moaned. "I don't like this."

Steffi gave an exasperated sigh and smiled. "Zoey, I thought you'd figured it out by now! This isn't about what you like."

"Zoey" gave up resisting. She came back to Steffi and stood obediently as Steffi circled her waist with a chain, locking it in place, then ran another tightly between her legs, taut between her pussy lips, locking it to the front and back of the waist chain.

Amy turned and saw Megan had turned to face her, grinning. Amy slapped at Megan's upraised hand. Megan said, "She's got to be planning to leave that on through the hanging."

Amy grinned. "Yeah, that'll serve as her crotch rope. She's going to let Linda come while she hangs." That had been Amy's chief remaining worry.

Linda squeaked at the touch of the metal through her pussy and whined, "It's cold."

"Not in another minute. Turn away, and put your hands behind you."

With another moan, Linda turned, and moments later both wristbands were locked to each other, and to the junction of the chains running around her waist and through her crotch. She sighed and looked down as Steffi knelt behind her and used two more padlocks to attach a chain, a little over two feet long, to run between her ankle bands. Arising, Steffi patted Linda's butt playfully and came around to stand in front of her.

Sullenly, Linda mumbled, "So I'm your slave now?"

Steffi grinned. "Zoey, you've been my slave since you woke up in here, but if you mean is that your next character, it is, yes. Now, let me see you kneel and stand up. You can get used to doing that, in spite of the hobble chain."

After glaring again at Steffi, Linda looked down at the floor. "How am I supposed to do it without my hands?"

"You'll figure it out."

Expelling a heavy breath from her nose in irritation, Linda moved her right leg back until the chain stopped her ankle. She kicked back as if trying to make the chain longer, then finally bent both knees, letting her right touch the floor, then leaning a little farther right to take the weight off her left foot, then quickly shifting her weight back to the left to keep from falling over while she drew her left foot back as fast as she could, wincing as she banged her left knee on the floor and desperately working to keep her balance as she nearly toppled to the left. She looked up at Steffi, her mouth a thin line.

Steffi nodded. "That was good for a first try. Now stand up."

Linda lifted her right knee and brought her right foot forward, but couldn't quite move it far enough to get her weight over it. Frustrated, she tried the same thing on the other side, inevitably with no better results. Finally, both knees back on the floor, she flattened her toes on the floor and rocked back, and found she was able to shift her weight back to her feet and stand.

"Okay. Try it again."

After a few repetitions, Linda quickly became more graceful, able to kneel quickly without smacking her knee against the floor. She finished standing, and resumed glaring at Steffi.

Steffi clapped her hands. "Good for you!" With one end of the last remaining chain she was holding, she reached up towards Linda's collar.

Linda, seeing what was coming, backed away again, saying hopelessly, "No, no, no..."

Frowning, Steffi snapped her fingers. Linda stopped abruptly, her mouth open in shock, and Steffi reached forward and snapped the last chain onto a ring on Linda's collar. She then bent to pick up the whip, which she had momentarily set down on the floor.

The corners of Steffi's mouth curled upwards. "Now, are you ready to hear the details of your next role?" The links of Linda's leash jingled as Steffi flicked it playfully.

Linda snapped irritably, "I already know what it is!"

Steffi waved dismissively. "Not the finer points and subtleties. Now stay quiet and listen, because it's already started. You're to listen and obey. Understood?"

Linda opened her mouth, but held the words back. Indecision seemed to freeze her for a moment, before she finally nodded, her brows knitted in anger.

Steffi smiled and patted her shoulder. "Good girl. Now, this character will be a little similar to your last one, but will go well beyond it. As before, you love me, but this time not as an equal. Here's the key to your character. I don't just own your body. I own your mind. You have given your life over to me as a willing slave because of your obsession with me. Your entire being is built around worshipping me and serving me... Ah-ah!" Steffi glared and held up a warning finger, as Linda opened her mouth once more, to interrupt. Steffi went on as Linda sullenly subsided.

"Your only lines of dialogue will be easy to remember. They are, 'Yes, Mistress,' 'Thank you, Mistress,' and 'I'm sorry, Mistress.' One would hope you won't have to use the last one very often, but you will whenever it is needed."

Steffi's eyes seemed to grow brighter by the minute as her excitement built. "Your duties are very simple as well. Obviously, you're in no position to do any heavy lifting." She smirked, reaching behind Linda to pat her bound hands. "But you can still do some very useful things. Whenever I feel a need of your service, I'll point to a part of my body and give you a command, and you will say, in a heartfelt way, 'Thank you, Mistress,' and carry out the command eagerly on that part of my body, not only happy to be able to please me, but in fact thrilled to be allowed even to touch me. So much so that you will only stop when I order you to."

Linda was breathing hard through her nose, a sign of the fury "Zoey" was feeling.

"Excepting only the times when carrying out an order makes it impossible, you are to keep your eyes on my face, waiting for your next command. The sight of me, the sound of my voice, the feel, the smell, the taste of my body -- these are the things you live for, the center of your existence. Understood?"

Linda, shaking and apparently unable to keep her feelings bottled up any longer, loud loose with a loud "Gahhh!!" and stood looking at Steffi, her teeth clenched.

Steffi smiled, and reached out to stroke Linda's buttock. "Remember what happens if you're not a good girl."

Linda, still breathing hard, gave her a curt nod. The threat, of course, would always be the trump card that would conquer any rebellion by Zoey.

Steffi gave Linda's backside one last slap. "There we go. Now, I'll give you about sixty seconds to get yourself in the frame of mind of your character. When I snap my fingers, you need to be ready. From now."

Linda closed her eyes, and moaned briefly, then was silent. Her breathing slowed, and, very slowly, she seemed to relax, as if by force of will.

Amy couldn't detect any sign of startlement on Linda's part when Steffi snapped her fingers. Linda simply opened her eyes, wide, and fixed them on Steffi's face. Her mouth hung slightly open, her whole expression suggesting utter fascination.

Steffi simply smiled, turned away and began walking, holding Linda's leash. Linda necessarily followed. In her first few steps, the hobble chain was thrown in front of her by the motion of her feet and she nearly tripped over it. She learned quickly to keep her feet slightly apart and move them in a deliberate rhythm that kept the chain dragging behind them. She had plenty of time to learn, as Steffi led her on several circuits around the room, looking back often to satisfy herself that Linda's eyes were glued to hers.

Steffi stopped at last in front of the big chair and turned to sit in it, with Linda standing in front of her. Steffi pointed imperiously to the floor to the left of the chair and snapped her fingers. Linda quickly shuffled to stand where Steffi had pointed. Steffi said, "Down!" and snapped her fingers again. Linda knelt, gracefully now, as if she'd been doing it for years, her leash draping itself over the arm of the chair. Steffi smiled and patted Linda's shoulder, murmuring "Good girl."

Linda leaned her head over and stroked the back of Steffi's hand with her cheek, a beatific smile curling her lips, her eyes still on Steffi's face. Steffi's brows knitted, and she lightly slapped Linda's nearer breast with the whip -- actually a small token slave crop similar to those used at Academy parties, used more to shame a slave for failure of service than to hurt her -- and snapped, "No! Never touch without permission!"

Linda jerked her head back upright, and said quickly in a stricken voice, "I'm sorry, Mistress!" She seemed to blink back tears.

Steffi nodded. "Now sit quietly." Steffi sat back, crossed her right leg over her left, and reached to the table on the other side of the chair, opening a drawer and pulling out a book. She opened it and began reading, her right foot bobbing casually up and down as if keeping time to an inaudible rhythm. She continued for some time, no doubt much more conscious of Linda's presence than she appeared.

Amy could see Linda, or at least Zoey, was a little indecisive. A few times she flexed her thighs as if she wanted to sit back on her heels, but wasn't sure such a relaxed posture would be appropriate to her character. In the end she remained kneeling upright, watching Steffi's eyes as they tracked back and forth across the page.

At length Steffi stretched her muscles, allowing a smile of bliss to cross her features -- this situation seemed to be one of her favorite mental images from her long-evolved detailed fantasy of Zoey's humiliation. She looked at her adoring slave as Linda looked back at her, then pointed to her elbow, where it rested on the arm of the chair. "Kiss."

Linda gasped, said breathily, "Thank you, Mistress!", seemingly brimming over in gratitude, and leaned down to Steffi's elbow, bestowing a series of loving kisses on all of the area around the joint, making small excited noises in the back of her throat.

After several minutes, Steffi suddenly snapped, "Stop!"

Linda jerked back, her face full of disappointment, and said, "Yes, Mistress." Amy was a little relieved to see her take advantage of her ordered withdrawal to sit on her heels, taking the strain off her thighs. Steffi had no objection.

Megan gave Amy a half-smile. "Not sure this is Linda's favorite kind of thing."

Amy grinned. "No, but I guarantee she loves what it's doing to Steffi."

Megan laughed. "I'm sure. But I really don't see Steffi letting Linda have an orgasm today. Not while she's in this character."

"I know. But that's fine. It'll just make her last one while she's hanging that much bigger."

Megan nodded. "For sure."

In the main room, Steffi had resumed reading. After a few minutes, she reached to the side and began absently stroking Linda's hair, her red pixie Zoey-hair, without looking. Even that offhand affection was demeaning, the owner unconsciously petting her dog. Linda sat still, keeping her eyes on Steffi's face, her mouth half-open and lips periodically puckering, as if she was desperate to be allowed to resume kissing her mistress.

After twenty minutes, Steffi seemed suddenly conscious of Linda again. Linda, perfectly silent, was by now running her tongue around her lips, her eyes clearly pleading with Steffi.

As if to reward her pet for her restraint, Steffi smiled and leaned forward, pointing to the toes of her right foot, aloft in front of her left knee. "Suck."

Linda's whole face lit up. "Thank you, Mistress!" She quickly shuffled around to the front of the chair on her knees, and bent, her mouth wide open, taking in all of Steffi's right toes at once, sucking and moaning happily.

Amy smiled, watching Steffi's reaction, knowing how good Linda was with her mouth. As Linda alternated sucking Steffi's big toe alone with seeming to try to swallow her entire foot, Steffi was breathing in quick, erratic gasps, her eyes closed, having to force them open periodically to take in the sight of Zoey serving her and then helplessly squeezing them closed again. As she kept hold of Linda's leash in her left hand, her right found its way between her legs, rubbing the glistening folds of flesh as her hips twitched on their own.

Even through the video monitor, Amy could read Steffi well enough to tell, to the second, when her next order would come, and what it would be. To Linda, in physical contact with Steffi, it must have been even more obvious. Amy grinned and counted off quietly, "Three, two, one..." giggling to hear Megan doing the same. As the count reached one, Amy saw Linda, still sucking toes, automatically let her eyes flick upward towards Steffi, an instant before Steffi slapped her hand convulsively against her own pussy. In a hoarse voice, Steffi gasped, "Lick."

Sounding as if her greatest wish had come true, Linda breathed, "Oh, thank you, Mistress! Thank you!" as Steffi uncrossed her legs and spread them apart. Linda leaned forward between them, bending her stomach over the front of the chair cushion, pushed her face into Steffi's crotch, and began licking. Steffi, a sudden fierce grin crossing her face, pulled the leash back, underneath her buttocks, and gathered it up behind her back, still pulling. Linda, her neck trapped by her collar, couldn't pull her head out from between Steffi's thighs now even if she'd wanted to.

Steffi, dropping her whip beside her, reached out and put her hand flat against the back of Linda's head, pulling her still more tightly against her. Linda had to arch her back to pull her nose far enough from Steffi's mound to get some air, without pausing in her licking, now pushing her tongue deep into Steffi.

Steffi, bouncing in her seat now as if on horseback, her eyes and mouth both wide open, was grunting with each exhalation, the muscles in her arm taut as she held Linda's head. Seeming near fainting from hyperventilation, she managed to stammer out in a gasping voice, "Swal - swallow it! Swallow it all!" She let loose the now-familiar scream, every muscle in her body quivering, as Linda, her mouth open wide against Steffi's slit, bent her back still more, making sure, Amy realized, that the stream of fluids would hit the roof of her mouth rather than make a direct, choking hit on the back of her throat. She swallowed several times, loudly, quickly, as if chugging a huge beer. At last the outburst from Steffi's pussy spent itself. Linda licked up and swallowed the last of it.

She continued licking, at a leisurely pace, until Steffi, her breathing at length back under control, tapped her on the head and said, "Stop."

"Yes, Mistress." Linda moved automatically to withdraw, only to choke as the collar held her where she was.

Steffi smiled, exhaustedly. "No, you stay right there. I'm going to take a little nap." She lifted her left leg and slipped it in underneath Linda's bound arms, across her back, then draped her right leg down Linda's back, her heel resting in the cleft of Linda's buttocks. Her thighs pressed in against Linda's ears. "Now, be a good girl and be quiet for me."

Muffled by the legs and crotch surrounding her, Linda said, "Yes, Mistress."

Steffi relaxed against the back seat cushion, and within minutes appeared to be asleep.

Amy giggled, shaking her head. "Trying to imagine what the real Zoey would be thinking right now."

Megan smiled back. "Don't think we really want to know."

Linda knelt upright beside the table, awaiting Steffi's return from the anteroom, her eyes fixed on the door through which her mistress would return. She was making a soft whimpering noise in the back of her throat, signaling her distress at being out of her mistress' presence, an ad lib addition to the script of which she was no doubt proud.

Steffi returned, smiling, laden once more with the necessities for a meal, including a bottle with a nipple, full of a white liquid that was probably girlmilk. Setting them on the table, she walked out once more and returned carrying a metal tray with high sides, filled with what looked like gravel. Amy looked at it through the monitor in puzzlement, then suddenly laughed. "Oh! Kitty litter." Megan choked back a giggle and rolled her eyes.

Steffi ordered Linda to spread her legs apart and set the box between them. "Pee for me."

Linda's face turned crimson. It was an easy enough trick, Amy knew. Any girl at the Academy could, with proper breathing techniques, make her face flush without apparent effort. Amy giggled at the irony -- Linda was exercising her highly trained control over her body to make it appear that Zoey, as hard as she was trying to remain in the character of Steffi's slave, was having an emotional reaction beyond her control.

Linda fidgeted for a moment, and finally let loose a cascade of yellow fluid to dribble through the crotch chain and splatter into the box, afterwards breathing a grateful, "Thank you, Mistress!"

Steffi patted her head, then sat to begin her meal.

As Linda watched Steffi eat, her face gradually took on a pleading look, as it began to look as through Steffi intended only to see to her own caloric needs, in spite of the presence of the one item that had to be intended for Linda's use. At last, Steffi scooped up a handful of food -- sliced girlmeat, vegetables and fruit, as before -- and held it in front of Linda. "Lick. Make sure you leave my hand clean."

Linda's eyes glowed. "Yes, Mistress! Thank you, Mistress!" She began eating from Steffi's hand.

After that first handful, and a prolonged session of licking Steffi's hand after the food was gone, Steffi held up the milk bottle and allowed Linda to suck from it. Amy was reminded, somehow, of a baby bird being fed by its mother -- not in detail, since mother birds don't usually own glassware, but in the complete dependence on Steffi that Linda was showing.

Steffi let Linda finish off two more handfuls of food, in alternation with more chances at the bottle, before pushing the tray aside and turning to face Linda more directly. With the air of giving her slave a special treat, she tapped her own breast. "Suck."

Linda gasped out, "Thank you, Mistress!" and made a move towards her that was almost a lunge, quickly taking Steffi's breast in her mouth, her lips surrounding the nipple and moving, her cheeks hollowing, as she made happy grunting noises in the back of her throat. After a few minutes, Steffi tapped her other breast. "Switch."

"Yes, Mistress." Linda went to work on that side.

Throughout, Steffi sat looking down at Linda's face, Zoey's face, smiling, periodically closing her eyes and sighing. It seemed a long time before Steffi finally, seemingly reluctantly, said, "Stop."

Linda pulled her head back, looking once more up at Steffi's face. "Yes, Mistress."

Steffi looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, and then, as if the idea had just occurred to her, which was doubtful, said, "You know, I think I'll get my doctor to give me that hormone they give to girlcows. The one that starts their milk production. Then I can feed you that way. In fact, you wouldn't need any other food. You can get everything you need straight from my body." She leaned a little closer, smiling at Linda. "Would you like that, Zoey?"

Linda stared at her silently for a moment, her mouth hanging open, then remembered to say, "Yes, Mistress!!"

Steffi leaned back again, and sighed. "After a time, probably a few years, every molecule of your body will have come from me. All of it from my breasts and," she patted herself between her legs and gave a short giggle, "For dessert, juices from my pussy. You'll be completely made of me, Zoey! You'll be my creation! Would you like that?" Her eyes narrowed, awaiting a reaction.

Amy marveled at Linda's handling of a major Zoey moment. Linda, herself, would know that Steffi would never be allowed to keep her long enough to do any of that. But Zoey had no way to be sure. This vision of her future contradicted Steffi's earlier assurance that Zoey would be hanged the next day. Might Steffi have changed her mind about that? Or was Steffi purely interested in Zoey's reaction for its own entertainment value? Would Zoey be forced to maintain this character for years, until her entire physical existence consisted of the outflowings of Steffi's body? And what about her mind? Would she end up as completely enthralled by Steffi as she was now pretending to be, out of sheer force of mental habit? Between the two possible futures, it appeared clear that Zoey, if given a vote, would go for the hanging. But so much after the end of her life depended on her going along with anything Steffi commanded, or even suggested. Yet might she be encouraging Steffi to pursue an alternative future even worse than dying, while maintaining the ultimate threat of turning Zoey into fish food if she didn't play along?

All of that internal discussion was written in the tightness and renewed blush in Linda's face as she knelt silently, expressionlessly, for at least ten seconds before forcing herself to gasp, "Oh yes, please, Mistress! I want to be made of you! Please? Please?" She stared at Steffi, breathlessly awaiting a response.

Steffi sat back and laughed, so hard she soon found herself gasping for breath, tears running from her eyes.

She recovered at last, wiped her eyes, patted Linda's head, and crossed her legs, lifting up her right foot in front of Linda. "Lick."

It took some time for Steffi to get her Zoey ready for bed. After allowing a red-faced Linda another turn at the litter box, Steffi had unlocked the padlocks holding Linda's wrist cuffs to her waist belt, and unlocked the waist belt itself and the crotch chain, as well as the hobble chain connecting her ankles. Linda was on her back on the bed now, her butt at the head of the bed, her legs lifted up in a wide vertical V, her ankle cuffs attached to the bedposts near the top. Her arms, also, were spread apart and lifted off the surface of the bed, held up by chains running to the tops of the bedposts at the foot of the bed.

With Linda in place, Steffi had gone into the bathroom for a leisurely shower, leaving Linda to whimper puppy-like at her absence and twist her head awkwardly to keep an eye on the door, awaiting her mistress' return.

Still drying herself, Steffi came back into the room, tossed the towel back into the bathroom, then stood with her hands on her hips and smiled. "Are you as comfy as can be, Zoey?"

Linda wriggled a little, rattling the chains. "Yes, Mistress."

"I'm so glad! It's been a long day, and I'm very tired. Big day tomorrow! We both need our rest." She climbed onto the bed from the foot, walking forward on her knees until she straddled Linda's head, her thighs brushing the underside of Linda's stretched, upraised arms. To the surprise of no one in any of the rooms, Steffi poised her crotch just an inch from Linda's face and said, "Lick!"

Linda, her voice dripping with gratitude, said, "Thank you, Mistress!" and began licking.

Within a few seconds, Steffi expelled her breath in a forceful gasp and leaned forward to support herself with her hands on either side of Linda's waist. As usual, she alternated squeezing her eyes shut tight with forcing them open to look back underneath to see that it was Zoey's face her crotch was bouncing on. She moaned almost breathlessly, constantly, grinding her pussy now against Linda's mouth and nose. Beneath her, Amy could see Linda extend her tongue desperately upward, trying to stay in contact every time Steffi raised her hips.

All of the Academy Girls present could now time Steffi's orgasms to the second. With no need for a warning from Steffi, Linda opened her mouth wide just an instant before Steffi, with her customary scream, let go with another stream of fluids. Linda's throat pulsated as she worked to swallow as quickly as she could, not wanting to cough any of it out.

At last Steffi, with a sigh, let her crotch settle onto Linda's face. She giggled as she felt Linda's tongue still working. "Stop."

Linda mumbled a very muffled, "Yes, Mistress."

Stretching and yawning, Steffi fell forward and lay, on her stomach, full-length along Linda's torso, her crotch pressed against Linda's chin, her head resting on Linda's pussy, cradled between Linda's uplifted thighs. She cupped her hands under Linda's buttocks as if they were her pillow, and muttered sleepily, "Stay still now, pet."

"Yes, Mistress."

After watching about fifteen minutes, Amy sighed heavily, and looked at Megan. "Want the first sleep-shift again?"

"Sure." Megan kissed her and stood, stiffly. "See you in about four hours."