Attack him

Cassie couldn't afford to stay here any longer, and this man was in the way of her freedom. She launched herself at him, swinging a fist. The tray fell with a clatter, sending food all over the floor. The element of surprise allowed her to get in a few good hits, and she even clocked him once in the nose, but eventually, he managed to wrestle her to the ground. He was strong, muscular, and Cassie couldn't push him away.

She screamed at him, outraged that this man or anyone else would kidnap her, control her thoughts, or, worst of all, turn her into some sort of mindless sex toy. Cassie would not let him win, no matter what. She would never stop fighting, never.

The man pulled a rag from his pocket and **** it over her mouth, and then the world swam away from her.

Cassie knelt before the young man, static hissing in her ears. She was wearing lingerie again, a skimpy French maid outfit complete with a lace garter and a little hat. As she glanced around through puzzled eyes, she could see that she was back on the bedroom floor, but her memory of what had happened in the meantime was hazy at best. She remembered something hard pressed against her panties. She remembered liking it. Had she asked for more or just hoped for it?

The man stood naked in front of her, and his stiff cock seemed to answer one question, at least. Food was still scattered across the bedroom floor. He looked resentful. “You broke my nose, Cathy. Now apologize.” The static hissed its agreement.

She was not going to apologize, though. No matter what he had done to her mind, she was still the same woman who had fought back, and she would keep fighting until she was free of this place. Cassie was not an object for his sexual amusement. Cassie was not his docile little servant girl.

Was she?