Bebe Rexha

I was brought Bebe Rexha. She sore skin-tight jeans over her wide hips and ass and a black v-neck t-shirt with Fierce on it in cursive script.

You admired Bebe's 36-28-38 body, and even though she looked scared, she still had those sultry bedroom eyes. She kept struggling, so one of your mercenaries clamped a cloth soaked in chloroform over her mouth and nose.

When Bebe came to, she was bound to a chair in the pedestal room.

"Bebe, you are in my collection room." I told her.

"Who are you? You can't do this! What do you want?"

"I want that curvy body of yours, especially that ass you're so proud of. I'd love to put in on display."

"Display? What are your talking about? Let me go!"

"Shhhh, let me tell you how it is. I have two devices. One freezes you in time forever. The other hypnotizes you. If you choose to be frozen in time, I'll see to it that you are handled with the utmost care. If you choose to be hypnotized, well, that speaks for itself."

"And if I choose neither?"

"Then I will choose for you. I highly recommend not pissing me off, Bebe. I could freeze you and use your anus as a candle holder...for a really fat candle."

"OK, OK, so I can choose?"

"Under hypnosis you may, say, act like a chicken naked in public, but not remember a thing. However if you are frozen, you will be trapped in your own body forever. You won't be able to speak, hear, or feel anything. You won't even age. But you will be forever aware of everything around you. So, will you choose to be hypnotized, and keep some of your freedom, or be selfish and choose to be frozen and preserve this fine body of yours?"

Bebe knew she had ****.