Not a good one

Becca thought about hiding, but as soon as Fawkes discovered her hiding they'd come looking. She needed something, anything, to help her figure this out.

Ignoring Kennedy's room for now she darted into another bedroom. She could at least get dressed. Whoever lived her was at least close in size to her and she grabbed a sports bra and pulled it down over her tits.

She went to grab a shirt but she felt like her nipples were suddenly on fire. Frantic, she tore the bra off. Immediately she felt better. Was that normal? Maybe she shouldn't have covered them up right away...how long did piercings take to heal anyway.

Leaving the bra off she put the shirt on. It was a little big on her, but her nipples still poked though the thin material. No burning sensation this time, so braless it is.

She felt a little weird putting someone else's underwear on, even if it was clean. So she skipped panties and slid a pair of shorts up. As soon as she got them all the way up she felt a burning sensation in her clit. What the fuck? She threw the shorts down to the floor and immediately felt relief.

She found a skirt and pulled it up... nothing. Ok, this wasn't normal was it. It was almost like...the piercings didn't like to be covered. Loose coverage was ok, but anything tight...fuck. to confirm her theory she swapped the t shirt for an athletic top that was tight across the chest. Instantly the sensation returned, disappearing as soon as she lifted it over her chest again.

Becca sighed, fuck Kennedy. She settled for the t shirt. Then she saw something which gave her an idea. A wig. Long red hair sat on a headform on a table. It wouldn't fool Kennedy for long...but if it bought her a few seconds.

She tried the wig on, then decided she needed a little makeup to add to the disguise. Eventually she looked like...well she still looked like herself. But maybe it would work for a moment. That's all she had time for.

She approached Kennedy's door again. She heard Kennedy moaning and figured she was making Cody eat her out. She'd fling the door open and... probably end up in the same situation as before. No, that wouldn't work.

Instead she knocked on the door. The moaning stopped. "What!?" Kennedy yelled.

Becca put on her best airhead voice, "Umm.. like...that guy...um...told me to come tell you, like... something..."

"What guy? Tell me what?" Kennedy yelled through the door.

"Umm...like...the guy with the yummy cock. You know, the guy..." Becca cringed, hating hearing herself say that. But it seemed to be working for now.

"Fawkes? He's supposed to be dealing with Becca. What does he want? I'm busy."

"Becca...right. Like that's the thing. He like, um, said go tell her that uh, that slut Becca escaped."

"WHAT!" Kennedy shrieked. Becca heard loud noises and footsteps storming towards the door. The door opened swiftly and Becca lowered her gaze to avoid eye contact with her nemesis. "Who are you?" Kennedy asked.

Becca tried to think of a new name. Kennedy clearly like to rename her bimbos...what could she say? She answered, doing her best to keep up the bimbo voice, "Uh...like...Fuck bunny?"

"You don't sound very sure." Kennedy replied.

Becca shrugged, "That's what Mr. Yummy Cock called me."

To Becca's relief Kennedy sighed, "Fuck. I overdid it with you huh? Go help Honey restrain my new friend. I'll go find Becca."

Becca nodded, "Like uh sure." She saw Kennedy hurry downstairs. Unfortunately the bimbo beam was still in her hand. Entering the room she saw Honey adding chains to Cody.

Becca spotted some cuffs and grabbed them, walking up behind Honey. With dexterity she didn't know she possessed she quickly locked Honey wrist to the corner of the bed.

"Hey? What the fuck?" Honey said.

"Sorry. I missed." Becca said. She looked around again and found a ball gag, which she slipped into Honey's mouth before she figured out what was going on.

Her for subdued she went to Cody. Her hands were still cuffed behind her, but now she wore a collar and a chain held her hands uncomfortably high on her back. Another chain dangled loose from the front of the collar. "Cody are you ok? Where's the keys?"

Cody nodded, "I'm ok. Thanks. Um, Kennedy took them with her. They're hanging off the gun."

"Fuck. Ok, we gotta get out of here. Figure out a new plan." Becca turned to face the door only to see Kennedy standing in the doorway, the bimbo beam aimed straight at them.

"Nice work Becca. Or should I call you Fuck bunny? I like it. I think that's a more fitting name for a bimbo like you. Any last words before I shoot?"