"Prepare for inspection Ms. Perry, chop chop."
Katy meant to protest, or to ask what was going on, anything but to scramble out of the shipping crate and stand at attention in front of this strange man, But that's exactly what she did. The man stood before her, she was looking right at him, but couldn't seem to focus on his face. The rest of him was in focus, but for some reason she couldn't make out his face.
"Let's test that suck reflex."
She was still trying to make out his face when he touched a finger to her pillowy lips. Katy tried to jerk back, but was still displaying herself for inspection. Her body wouldn't obey. She started to ask a question but as soon as her lips parted he slipped the finger in. Her brow furrowed into surprise, then anger, and then shock as she began slurping on his finger. She looked delicious, helpless and writhing.
He cupped her latex clad breast with his free hand, tweaking her nipple before caressing it down her body.
"You've got a long day ahead of you Ms. Perry," said the blur faced man as he slipped his probing fingers under her candy colored latex skirt. She could only struggle prettily in place as he stroked her labia, toyed with her swelling clit.
"I've paid a pretty penny to hijack your mind, and I intend to get my money's worth."
He abruptly released the slutty young pop star, who could only gasp and blush at the erectness of her nipples. He clasped his hands together,
"Now. How shall we begin?"
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