With a juice drink!

Britney was in good shape, but it didn't matter at all against the uniform. It manipulated her roughly, the smooth material rubbing pleasurably against her newly pierced breasts. It was the least of her worries, but the material seemed to change periodically. When she had first been costumed, it had seemed to be made of velvet. As she had been dragged through the halls, it had changed to something like latex. Now it was velvet.

Her pussy was still gushing, so much so that it had ran down her legs and into the cruel heels that marched her ever onwards. She squished with every step. She held out her arm to open a swinging door just so she wouldn't be walked into it, and there was Mr. Lash. Her heels clacked on the black and white tiled floor as she was strolled up to him.

"Looking good, young lady! You make a very good maid." He reached out and ran his fingers upon her bare upper thigh. They came away glistening. He licked his fingers clean with great relish. Britney was unable to move, her feet rooted to the ground by the heels. "You're disgusting," she spat with as much venom as she could muster. "Aww, you're just cranky," he responded cheerfully. "How about a drink? Something fresh…" He snapped his fingers, cackling, and a strange device sailed through the air to his waiting hand.

It was basically a funnel attached to a tube. The funnel had straps attached to it. "Up," he said, apparently to her leg. It eagerly obeyed, **** by the stockings. He slid the funnel strap around her and then did the same to the other. The funnel fit snugly between her legs, channeling her lubrications into the tube. He put the already dribbling end of the tube into an antique mug.

"Let's speed this up," said Mr.Lash, placing his hand on her waist. A feeling of numbing fire spread from his head to her body, and suddenly her pussy was gushing like a fire hose. Her body trembled from the **** of it. She tried squeezing her labial muscles to quell the flow, but it was completely beyond her control. "Cease," came the command from her master, and her pussy obeyed.

He patted his knee. "Get comfortable and enjoy your drink." His pants were gone and his rigid cock twitched eagerly in anticipation of her. The uniform **** the struggling girl onto his lap, his cock sliding into her extremely well lubricated cunt. She grunted as his massive shaft filled her, struggling to accommodate it's girth.

He gripped her hair with one hand and brought the mug to her trembling lips. "Drink.." he whispered in her ear.