Everything was happening too fast. Marcy couldn't decide what to do so she ended up crossing her arms in front of her and keeping her thighs squeezed tightly together. Her body language was one of modesty, but of course her abundant cleavage and dick sucking lips made this ludicrous.
A five second countdown appeared on the monitor and then a pudgy man with glasses and in need of a shave flickered onto the screen. This was the customer? He was sitting in a dark room wherever he was, but he didn't look like he would be willing to help her. The sound of his heavy breathing filled the pornoesque room. Still, she had to try.
"Sir? Please call the the police. These peopled have kidnapped me."
A few awkward seconds stretched out as the man regarded her before he burst into laughter in response to her sincere plea. His camera pulled out slightly to reveal a bizarre detail. He was wearing a headband from which stood a pair of white bunny ears. She watched as his hands darted forward off screen, to operate his keyboard she assumed. Almost simultaneously she felt the interface suit shift and before she knew what had happened she was bent forward, hands on tits, displaying her bountiful cleavage to the pervert with the bunny ears. She couldn't move from the position either.
He cackled again as he input more commands. Her silk clad hands began squeezing her breasts through the glittering dress, before repeatedly sensually teasing her nipples. She couldn't make them stop.
"Please," she begged, blushing. "It's not too late to stop this." Her controlled hands shocked a gasp from her.
"Oh, Jessica..." the man croaked, clearly enjoying himself.
"MY NAME IS NOT JESSICA, DAMN IT! IT'S MARCY! I'M NOT YOUR FUCKING TOY!" |