Through her shame at being displayed this way, and her anger at being captured and used by these apparent perverts, something low in Megan's body clenched involuntarily. She had been right about the French Maid's uniform. It clung obscenely to her captor's curvaceous body.
"Ooh, are these for me"? her sadistic keeper said in a Russian accent. She reached out her hands and seized Megan's still erect nipples. She rolled them teasingly, making Megan drop her gaze and whimper.
"You're going to make your new Master very happy."
She pulled Megan's nipples, letting the snap back into place. Megan gasped.
"You're so responsive..." said the maid, reaching to molest Megan's breasts again, when a voice rang out sharply.
"NATASHA!"
The maids eyes went wide.
"Hands off the merchandise. You'll be punished."
Tears welled up in Natasha's eyes.
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