She's to walk

Mary took several deep breaths, and tried to assess her situation. Someone had **** her from her apartment, stripped her, and left her naked in a strange place with several strange fetishistic outfits. She'd put one on because she had to get out of there, but the choker seemed to be...alive. She had to get home. She didn't have her purse so she couldn't hail a cab. She balled her fists and started walking. Even if she could get the choker off, she'd rather do it in her own apartment than struggle with it in public.

She walked along gazing forward with determination, doing her best to ignore the stares of the passerby. She couldn't help but overhear some of the lewd comments made about her, and one woman even went so far as to cross to the other side of the street. Mary knew she was blushing. She couldn't help it. Her confident stride faltered when she caught sight of herself in an office window.

She was a sexual vision. Her curves were accented to perfection by the leather dress encasing her. Her breasts rose and fell deliciously, ridiculously upthrust by the gown's support. Her chestnut hair had never looked better and led the eye naturally down to her heaving bosom. The choker surrounded her slender neck, and acted as a an erotic centerpiece for her bare shoulders. Her waist had already been trim but was now moulded to perfection. The heels were at least four inches with a pointed toe, and made her calves flex into a most pleasing sight. The slit in the side of the dress gave a anyone who cared to look a glimpse of her firm thigh, her fair skin...

Mary was getting aroused. She was suddenly very aware that the outfit hadn't come with any undergarments. She closed her eyes and desperately wished that she was home. A man came around the corner and hesitated to ask, "are you alright miss"?

"I..." Mary began, but stopped with a gasp. Her eyes went wide as her hips shuddered against some unseen assailant. Something that had felt very much like a tongue had just slowly licked up her labia, over her clit, and stopped at her belly button. "I..." she started again, but began frantically clutching her breast. The phantom tongue had circled the base of her left breast, and made its way to the nipple where it had evolved into a phantom mouth, and was now greedily sucking her. She staggered away from the bewildered man, trying to stifle her moans. She had to get home.