Where Does Lucy Find herself?

Lucy clung to the man's arm. She pressed her breasts around the muscle and looked up at him with a dumb grin. What few thoughts that could form in her head were filled with lust and submissiveness. She would do anything this man said. When he told her to take him to her home. She did so with a throaty moan. When he told her to dance for him she did so with gusto. When he told her to strip she threw her clothes off like they were on fire. When he put his hands on her body she shuddered with arousal. When he ordered her to kneel with a smile her knees almost hurt with how quickly she crashed to the floor. She looked at him with a grin as he pulled his pants down, his hard cock bobbed in her face. She rose on her knees as he dripped lube on her chest. She lost all other thoughts as his cock pumped between her tits and he told her exactly how much of a slut she would be when he was through with her.

Lucy gasped as if she was taking her first breath after drowning. Her breathing was ragged and her naked chest heaved with every breath. Looking around in a panic, she first saw a strange man in front of her. He was tied up with an especially large ball gag in his mouth. He thrashed against his bindings and yelled against the gag. Then Lucy realized she was home. She was kneeling on her own floor and- SHE WAS NAKED?! Lucy yelped and jumped up to her feet covering herself. She tried to run but slipped on something liquid on the floor.

As quickly as she started falling, something soft caught her and saved her the pain of crashing to the hardwood floor. A latex catsuit helped Lucy stand up straight. A towel and spray bottle zoomed over and cleaned the spot where Lucy slipped. Lucy nodded to the catsuit gratefully and rubbed her foot against the floor. Looking down she found a clear, slippery substance. The towel slid across the floor and offered itself to Lucy so she could clean her foot and the spot she rubbed on the floor.

After a quick clean Lucy looked at the catsuit curiously. She didn't own anything like that. A phone, also not hers, sat in the glove of the catsuit. It brought the phone up so she could see the screen. "What happened?" Was all the phone displayed.

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