Mr. Lash holding something behind his back

In the doorway of the opening door, stand a wide-grinning Mr. Lash, holding his hands behind his back, like a kid playfully hiding something. His clothing appeared to change to something that looks like a dapper conductor from a circus. Purple top hat and showman coat with gold adornments. He gives a mischievous chuckle as he looks Britney up and down behind round glasses.

"What's going on?!" Britney screams at him, feeling **** in her limp-yet-hanging state. "I didn't sign up for this, this is weird!"

Lash guffaws at her predicament and his arms shift, as if manipulating something behind his back. Suddenly, Britney's arms start moving on their own, moving to place one on her hip, and the other on the side of her head in a show-offy pose. More movement from Lash's arms and her legs prop her up straight. But they don't stay like that, as they start doing dramatic high-kicks, bouncing in place, and really putting her fishnetted legs on display, and cleavage leaping from their corset shelf. As if it can't get any worse, her tiara splays a range of pink and white feathers in a comical phoomf sound, turning it into a headdress. Britney feels a sting at the base of her spine right above the tutu, making her release an involuntary squawk, and with what little control she has, turns her head to see big poofy pink rooster tails bursting from above her tutu, and making her overall appearance into that of a vegas chorus girl doll, complete with high-kicking action.

"What are you doing, you bastard?!" Britney shrilly cries at him, while he puts on a show of holding in his laughter.

"Alright, you caught me, it's me doing this" Lash mock-apologises, and brings his hands forward, revealing an extremely ornate set of puppet controls, with over ten different arms, and golden decorations strewn over its spindly silver frame. along the bottom of it of where strings should be were various dangling fetishes shaped like assorted body parts hanging instead, with certain pieces glowing a faint pinkish hue while the others do not glow at all.

"Well stop it! I don't know how you're doing this, but I'm goin-" but she was cut off, as Mr. Lash squeezed a bead above one of the fetishes, the one shaped like a pair of lips. The charm starts glowing, and suddenly Britney has lost control of her mouth.

"Fascinating trinket, isn't it my dear. With just a whim in my mind, and a jitter of the controls-" He shakes the stick in emphasis, which then changes Britney's actions, "-I can direct you, like a master over a toy puppet, and a very lovely one at that." He adds as he once again leers through her.

Britney is now, as the saying goes, "shaking her tailfeathers" as she shimmies her hips and waves her ass about, sending the large pink feathers fluttering around her. Arms are poised at her ribcage as one would do the chicken dance, and, more humiliatingly, her mouth is now talking, but not what she wants to say, instead what comes out is, "Bwak Bwak, I'm a sexy chicken! I need a big Ba-Cock to make me happy! Bwak!"

Britney's face is glowing bright red from embarrassment at this point, as Mr. Lash slaps his knee in laughter with his free hand. He calms down enough to then say "Oh, this is fun. But there's more fun to be had yet, my dear. After all, we need to get your punishment, shouldn't we?"

If Britney could stop making chicken noises, she would've audibly gulped in fear, thinking that if this was the foreplay, she'd hate to see what the actual punishment is!