Yvonne Strahovski

The Australian bombshell was sleeping soundly. Your gaze follows the contours of her body, clothed in nothing but a simple white T-shirt and long denim jeans, down to her feet. Her chest slowly rises and falls, and you realize that your wish had taken her from Australia to America without so much as disturbing her sleep. With two wishes, you change that.

Suddenly the sleeping girl turns from a well dressed and resting woman into a frightened and twitchy captive. Her eyes are wide and active, shifting this way and that as she struggles vainly against her bonds. Purple silken straps bind her to the reclining beach chair from her wrists, her pushed out chest jiggling as she throws her weight into her hands. Her feet are unbound, kicking wildly and futily.

Muttered insults are dammed by a golden ball gag, Yvonne's puffy lips erotically wrapping around the hollow and porous sphere. A small trail of spit leads towards her chest as she shoots an angry gaze towards you. Her blond hair as a mess and her eyes puffy from crying.

You incline a head to Cindy, whose widened eyes betray just how much she realizes your power. "I had her delivered yesterday for you, my pet." You lie, watching the emotions flair over your alpha-slut.

"To be your first practice whore"

Both Cindy's and Yvonne's eyes widen, the struggling increasing from the latter and the surprised look never ceasing from the former.

You really can't read Cindy's expression, the surprise overriding every other emotion on her face.