"Kneel." Kael ordered.
Phoebe smirked and started to tell him to go to hell, but to her shock she felt her knees begin to buckle of their own accord. She tried as hard as she could to order her body to obey her, but it was like someone had hijacked the cab and all she could do was watch from the backseat.
In moment she found herself sitting on her butt, legs folded neatly underneath her, and her hands resting on her knees. Kael stepped foreword, his pulsing cock mere inches away from her face. He reached down and grabbed her top, violently tearing it off of her, followed immediately by her bra. Her nice, firm breasts swayed slightly as they were released. Phoebe tried yet again to fight this takeover of her limbs, but to no avail.
Unable to move, she wondered if she could still at least talk. |