Not the end?

Zia woke with her arms aching, but otherwise feeling good. She blinked several times and her eyes slowly focused on the pale-skinned beauty in front of her with the wasp waist and the firm bare breasts with scarlet nipples. The woman's entire outfit consists of a pair of lace red panties with ruffles around her engorged pink labia, giving the whole of her mound the appearance of a flower. The woman's hands were gently massaging whitish oil into Zia's chest, each stroke leaving her skin feeling refreshed and sensitive. Extremely sensitive; Zia moaned.

"Ah, I see you're awake. Welcome back to the land of the living."

"Ann? Where am I? What happened?"

"What do you remember?"

"I was at a party and people were filling wine glasses out of my pussy. Then some butch Indiana Jones girl came and sucked my cunny and her grandmother got upset, and chained me to the ground in a dark place."

"Did Trudy say anything?"

"She said I was going to be fucked to **** by wild beasts. Then I woke up here; was that a dream?"

"No, it sounded like a reasonable evaluation of last night."

"Except for the dying part."

"No, you died. However, I feel the **** penalty is somewhat excessive even for shoplifting. As such, I used this ointment to repair your body and revitalize you."

"What's it made of?"

"Phoenix blood and unicorn semen. You will also find it quite exhilarating to the touch."

"I'll say; I feel horny all over."

"Interesting. Please wait here and entertain any customers until I return."

Zia struggled a bit against her restraints.

"Could you at least unchain me?"

Ann looked back over her bare shoulder. After a few moments, she gave a Mona Lisa smile and said, "No." Then she walked into the back of the store, her firm compact ass swaying with each step.

Zia struggled against her restraints to no avail; she didn't want to escape, she was just so horny an entire marching band couldn't have satisfied her. All she could do was whimper in frustration.