Jenny tried helplessly to think of something to say that wouldn't be construed as resisting him. Then she realized. "Hey, where is this address? How am I supposed to get there, I've never heard of this place!" She was just casting around for some way to try to reason with him.
He laughed. "Why, take a taxi, of course."
She gasped, trying not to think about how much fun it would be to stand at a street corner in this outfit and hail a cab. "Wh-what? B-but I can't take a taxi like this!" Oh no, she had talked back! "Er... I mean... uh..."
"Naughty naughty naughty, Genevive. That's another inch, and if you keep on resisting, I'll have to get really nasty." With a sickeningly hot feeling, she looked down and saw the already daring hemline rise a full inch higher.
"S-sorry!" she said. "I'm so sorry!"
"Good, now go out and try to catch a cab, which won't be too hard. If the cab driver is a guy, be sure and give him a nice big smile. And don't try to escape, because even when you're not talking, I'm watching your every move. See you soon, Genevive." And with that, the phone clicked, and he was gone.
She'd never felt more helpless. This monster had seized control of her and turned her into a sex doll, and he could make it worse if she disobeyed him. He had taken her life away. Worse, she probably wouldn't be missed, because if this man, whoever he was, could do this to her, he could certainly arrange for nobody to remember her.
What could she do? |