Her Luscious Drink 1: Island of Desire

Polly's stomach was tight with fear.  What was happening?  The man's fingers burned where they touched her neck. 

"Now.  You're going to give in to me, little one.  We can do this easily or we can do this hard."

Polly shivered.  He sounded so serious.  "What do you mean?  What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to subject you to every perverse pleasure.  Make you submit to me.  Spank your bottom bright pink until you squirm for more.  Make you suck my cock.  Give you to the kitchen staff to fuck."

Polly tried to pull away, but he held her fast.  "No!  No!  I didn't agree to this!"

"But you did.  And it's what you want.  You don't need to pretend here, darling.  Your every desire is written in your eyes.  You want to be the sexual plaything of a powerful man--used, played with, abused, and enjoyed.  Turned into a creature whose every thought is being filled and fucked."

Polly shook her head frantically, but her pussy clenched in rebellious interest.

"And even more, darling.  You want to be deprived of any choice in this."

Polly gasped.  She didn't. She wouldn't. 

But he was dragging her out of the bed by the scruff of her neck.  He was so powerful and strong.  Her feet dangled and she nearly tripped as he deposited her on the cold tile floor. 

Sprawled on hands and knees, Polly discovered they weren't alone.

A strange creature was on hands and knees before her.  Polly had trouble taking it all in--taking her in. 

The woman, for it had to be a woman, was encased in black latex from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet.  The creature had a mane of lush blonde hair that flowed in bright waves past her shoulders and towards the floor, but the latex covered her face--except for holes for her mouth and slits for her eyes.  The hole was round and Polly instantly understood its purpose, for the revealed lips were plump and shiny.  Polly could feel the blush stain her cheeks.  The mouth was there to be... used.

And so were the woman's huge breasts...