She tries to escape...

Lash had led Britney into the main hall as he'd given her the instructions. She heaved a sigh of relief through the toilet brush gag as the door slammed shut behind him. The first thing she did once she was alone was reach for the feather duster lodged in her asshole and start to slowly remove it. She was able to pull it out a few inches before Lash's wicked sorcery revealed itself. The duster rammed itself back to its original position, surprising a muffled squeal out of Britney.

The dildo in her mouth proved equally unremovable. She was stuck in these sick contraptions until Mr. Lash saw fit to release her. Her maid's uniform chose that time to start caressing her breasts. She knew she was powerless to stop it, but she yanked at it anyway. She threw the toothbrushes Lash had given her to the ground, having no intention of following his orders. But as she stalked off, her arm brushed against something. She looked down to see the toothbrushes tucked into the waistband of her apron. She couldn't get rid of them either.

Then an idea came to her. She had stripped in a room upstairs, where the uniform she currently wore had **** itself onto her. That meant her clothes should still be up there, and so should her cell phone. Maybe she could text someone and get help. She started towards the staircase to do just that, but passed a dirty coffee table on the way. The feather duster in her ass sprang to action. It pulled her towards the table, Britney having to move quickly in the unfamiliar heels to keep her balance.

The feather duster did it's work vigorously, paying no mind to the contortions it put Britney's body through. At one point she actually straddled the coffee table, legs straining to keep her supported. Once the table was clean, the duster relinquished control. Britney stood up, blushing and humiliated. She tugged her skirt down, **** to regain any kind of modesty, but the skirt was far too short. The lower orbs of her fit ass peaked out from under. As a final insult, the feather duster began to throb inside her. Britney tried to turn to see, but the angle was impossible. A moment later Britney felt a thick liquid being pumped inside her, as well as onto her ass. Her exploratory hand came back coated with something sticky, warm, and white.