She creates a diversion.

Britney looked into the mug of warm liquid that her body had produced and knew that she would be **** to drink it if she didn't do something. She knew she couldn't attack him, caught as she was in the hideous outfit. He adjusted her angle, causing the cock inside her to penetrate her more deeply. She couldn't think of anything else. She thrust her hips against him. He froze. The moment stretched out in silence. Britney couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze as she thrust herself against him again. And again.

She saw him set the mug on the table. A gasp escaped her as the material covering her breasts shrank away. He leaned forward and licked one her young breasts with an unnaturally long tongue, from the nipple up towards her neck. His saliva left a strange sensation on her skin, going from cold to hot. He was licking up her other breast when she felt a warm breeze seem to… seize her. Suddenly her hips weren't under her control any more.

She started to pull herself away from him only to be flung back. She was pulled away and slammed back again and again, faster and faster. There was nothing she could do to interrupt the impossibly fast rhythm of their fucking, and it wasn't long before she orgasmed. He came into her as she did, as if he'd been waiting for her. As she felt the warm rush enter her, something tight encircled her neck. She reached up to heel some sort of thin band, when the power manipulating her hips ceased it's control. Surprised, she fell back off Lash's lap and stumbled to the floor.

"Here's the good news," Lash said to his freshly fucked Maid as he stood to zip his pants, "You didn't have to drink the special sauce over there." He pointed to the mug on the table with his thumb. "But the bad news is that you're little diversion forged a link between us. Now you'll likely never be free of me."

He left her there on the kitchen floor. Britney didn't know what to do. The outfit she was stuck in felt like it was breathing, the choker around her neck didn't seem to be removable, and she could feel the semen he'd filled her with moving. Britney tried to think.