Charlotte York: Sex and the City

The next up was the pretty, prim, proper, and prissy Charlotte York from Sex and the City.

Who would be better to add to a disgusting fantasy?

Charlotte woke up dazed and confused. She vaguely remembered going to meet Carrie for a manicure, but after that - nothing! She tried to stand up and realized she was tied down to what appeared to bed some kind of hospital bed. She realized that wherever she was she must be in serious trouble; she had to get out of here and fast. She started looking around the room trying to figure out anything about her surroundings. To her left was a mirror spanning the length of the wall. Reflected in it she saw herself, the other side of the room, and what looked like... another bed?! She quickly looked to her right and saw that there was indeed another bed next to hers, and in it an **** woman.

The woman next to her was young looking, about 18, with thick brown hair pulled back into a ponytail, and she was wearing what looked like an orange prison jumpsuit.

Charlotte tried in vain to wake her up but the young woman was totally out.

As Charlotte gave up trying to wake her cell-mate and began to attempt to escape her binds, the priestess watched it all from behind the two-way mirror she was using to keep an eye on her pets. Charlotte could struggle all she wanted; she would never break her bindings. They were straps of leather made by the priestess herself, not a pair of handcuffs that could be lock-picked.

The hell priestess turned away from Charlotte to focus on her work. Let her try and escape! It did not matter, soon the priestess only needed on more person and then she could begin the process of joining the three of them together. Three would be enough to start with, but many, many more would follow!

And she already knew just who lucky number 3 would be.