She leads her away; it's not safe on the street.

It only escalated from there. The silken strokes gave way to licking, which gave way to sucking, which gave way to being eaten out, which gave way to a full fledged fucking. The equivalent then happened to my breasts, starting with a gentle flick and ending with a full fledged manhandling. I could only writhe there in the alley, wordless and overwhelmed.

Sarah sighed with deep satisfaction as her orgasm faded. "You have no idea how much I needed that," she laughed. "But you will. You're one of us now." She tapped the collar at my throat. "A sexy little slut-maid."

I could only wince and gasp as the uniform continued to **** me mercilessly. Every time I tried to focus my mind, something would pinch or tease or thrust into me until my concentration shattered. I still couldn't understand what had happened or why, but I didn't have the luxury of sorting it out. If I let my mind be empty for a moment, the uniform seemed to quiet down a bit. I couldn't work out much, but one thing was simple enough to be clear to me: the uniform intended me to be a horny, empty-headed slut.

A commotion from further up the alley caused Sarah to curse and take my hand. "Shit. We have to go. We're not safe here. Trust me when I say as much as you're pissed at me right now, you do not want to stick around and let the Nurses find you."

I couldn't concentrate and could barely walk as the demonic latex maid's uniform fucked me literally stupid. Nurses? I was quickly losing the battle of wills with the tight-fitting clothing and just wanted to lie down and enjoy being fucked, sucked, licked, and groped. It was actually an incredible feeling. Why did I ever want to fight this?

"No, you dumb bimbo. Move. Now." She gave me a literal kick in my ass and I yelped, stumbling forward. If she hadn't been there to catch me and help me stumble away, I'd have eaten pavement and refused to get back up. But she was there, and so we left. I couldn't handle it all. Too much to process. It was easier to just let her do the thinking and focus my energy on enduring the mad ravages of my cursed clothing.