Poor girl picked the wrong day

Scarlett popped into existence right in front of the mute girl and caught her by the throat. Her bare DD-cup breasts danced with the motion of appearing and catching the girl. "What I don't understand is why you'd think that confronting someone who can do all that to you would ever work out in your favor?" She looked around the busy street, incredibly aware of her nudity. "Come with me."

They both popped out of existence again and appeared in the service road behind the grocery store.

"As it happens, I've been having a very bad day and I could use the opportunity to take it out on someone, so you came at just the right time."

The girl tried to plead with her eyes, a tear forming.

Scarlett looked around for inspiration, eyeing up the store's large dumpster. She grabbed a hand-full of her hair and pulled the scared girl towards it at speed.

The girl was pulled off-balance by Scarlett's grip in her hair and had **** but to follow her. She looked up and saw the approaching dumpster in fear. She closed her eyes and braced for impact, expecting ****, but when she opened her eyes she found herself in the dumpster - as if she had passed through the wall. She looked around and couldn't see Scarlett in the mess of trash, so she tried to straighten her back, which was when she realised that she couldn't. Something was holding her in place. She reached down to check what was holding her, starting at her shoulders and moving down her body, finding nothing, until she hit the wall of the dumpster. Somehow the top half of her body was inside the dumpster, and the bottom half was still outside, bent over.

Scarlett stood outside the dumpster, nude but for her panties, with her hands on her hips, admiring both her own work and the wiggling ass of the trapped girl. She yelled over the top of the wall of the dumpster so the girl could hear, "You're going to help me cure my condition today. If you relax, you might even enjoy it. What's your name, darling?"

"Mmm! Mm-mm!"

"Oh, of course."

The girl's mouth was returned to her. "Fuck you!"

"Very well. I don't need your cooperation.."

The naked buxom magician let the lid of the dumpster fall closed, sending an echo down the length service road, muting any further protests from the girl. She rubbed her hands and set to work disrobing the bottom half of her victim.

Any attempt to yell was just echoing back at the trapped girl, and the more air she expelled, the more she had to breath in the foul smell of the dumpster. Plus, any effort to wriggle free was just manifesting as jiggling outside of the metal container, speeding up the sensation of her clothes sliding off of her. Despite all of this, she couldn't help but admit to herself that something about the situation was turning her on.

Little did she know that Scarlett had risked a mild aphrodisiac spell, hoping that it wouldn't be disallowed by her cursed clothing. There was only one way to find out, of course.

Scarlett waited for the arousal to take over the girl's mind, completely unaware of how, meanwhile in the dumpster, it was putting her in a position of questioning her sexuality and kinks. Scarlett watched the goosebumps appear on the girl's leg and decided it was time to strike. She started slow with the girl, figuring that if she's going to have to stand here for at least 7 climaxes, she might need to pace herself.

In the dumpster, she was trying her best to not breathe or touch anything she didn't have to. She was not interested in women, or being degraded, but her body was betraying her anyway. She tried to focus on being disciplined and steadfast but the circles being drawn around her lips were starting to melt away her resolve. After a couple minutes of this teasing, it had all but melted away and the girl was starting to wish the teasing that was getting her nowhere would be replaced by fucking.