Her humiliation

"What is this? A Halloween costume? Did you put pictures of me on the internet or something?"

"That crossed my mind," said Belli as he poured himself some expensive wine. "And we may yet. But for now, all you have to worry about is returning the stone to the museum."

"Then why dress me in a stupid Halloween costume?"

In response he reached into an interior suit pocket and pulled out a gadget. I thought it was a cell phone until he pressed a button and something began buzzing between my thighs. My hands flew to my sex only to find that the shiny black material was hard there. I tried to to work my fingers into the leg holes, but it was no use. I felt myself blushing.

"What is this!?" I tried hard to not squirm, but the vibrator was having its intended effect.

"Insurance," he replied calmly. "To make sure you don't think about skipping town. And to teach you some respect." He sipped his wine and chuckled. "Are those for me?"

He was referring to my nipples, which were standing at attention, pressing visibly against the shiny material. I tried to regain my composure, but I could feel my blushing cheeks burn brighter. I crossed my legs and folded my hands in my lap, trying to maintain some dignity. He grinned broadly at my efforts and pressed another button.

I hate to admit this, but when the first feathery strokes rolled across my nipples, I jumped so high my head hit the limo ceiling and I squealed. And when I landed my tail was bunched uncomfortably beneath me. I leaned forward to adjust it, realizing too late that this would give Belli a perfect view of my cleavage. Of which he took full advantage. It was at that point that I started to get mad. I had only allowed myself to be victimized as much as I had out of fear of Belli's reputation. I wasn't some damsel, and I was going to let him know it. He must have seen it on my face, because as I opened my mouth to tear into him he pressed another button.