Pretty Poison

She comes back after several minutes, carrying a charger and a tray loaded with some drinks, cheese, and crackers. "Sorry I was so rude to you. Living in this neighborhood, you have to be tough, or people will take you for a push over."

You smile at her. "That's okay. I completely understand. You don't have to say any more."

"Well, yes I do. My name is Mira. May I ask yours?"

"It's Amy."

"So tell me Amy, what brings you out to the dark side of town?" She offers you a drink, and you take it. It smells sweet and minty.

"Well, I have a job interview," you tell her as you sip your drink. It tastes very good, and you find yourself taking a big gulp. "This is fantastic! What is it?"

"It's a variation of a Mint Julip. I'm very proud of it. It's sweet and strong enough to cover over the flavor of the drugs I've added to it. they should be affecting you right about now."

You look at her, beyond startled. You do start to feel a little off. You set the glass back down on the tray, and try to stand up.

"Going somewhere Amy? I think not!" she exclaims.

You fall back down into the chair, too light headed to move. Your arms flail about, and then you lose the ability to move them. You try to move your legs, but there's no use. You're paralyzed.

"Now I've got you right where I want you!" Mira sneers. "Let's start by getting those clothes off of you."

"Why?" you ask. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to make sure you get a permanent home, and a permanent job," she says as she unbuttons your blouse. She bends you forward, and removes it.

"What do you mean? Permanent home?"

"My dear Amy," she says as she unhooks your bra. "I'm a slaver. I'm going to teach you how to be a good sex slave, then I'm going to sell you on the black market. Nice tits, by the way. They're cute and perky."

The last thing you needed to hear was compliments about your breasts, but there's nothing you can do but be at her mercy. She removes your shoes, unzips your jeans, and tugs them off. Then she pulls off your panties. She looks at you appraisingly. "Nice little pussy you have there. The carpet matches the drapes, so you'll be worth a whole lot more. How about we trim that fluffy bush of yours into a nice, neat little heart? Of course, you don't have any say about it any way." She giggles at you.

So there you are, naked to the world, paralyzed and soon to become a slaver's piece of merchandise to be trained and sold to who knows who. If only you could move, you could make a run for it. You try to lift your fingers, and they start to respond. It's like the drug is slowly wearing off now. But will you recover in time to escape from Mira's evil clutches?