She discovers a new ability

Belladonna seethed with frustration as every attempt to thwart her assailant only resulted in her pretty prison redirecting her movements into sensuous caresses. The **** flirtation dictated by the hellish garment intensified her internal struggle, amplifying her resentment towards the man whose animal desires were being translated to teasing caresses across her captive body.

This is intolerable! Her mind screamed, trapped in a loop of humiliation. Each touch meant to repel him only served to tease him, intensify the perverse spectacle. As the man's gaze lowered to her heaving chest, his lust began to focus there, squeezing the sensitive nubs held captive beneath the uniform. The girlish gasp it surprised out of her was the last straw. Belladonna felt her rage boil over. The **** of her fury surged through her, manifesting in an otherworldly burst surging outward.

Enough of this degradation! Her internal outcry resonated, and in an inexplicable twist of fate, the passing women in the vicinity felt the tangible wave of Belladonna's fury. A strange transformation unfolded before her eyes as the fashionable eighties outfits of the women walking past were replaced in an instant with maid uniforms—a surreal and unintended consequence of her unleashed anger.

Belladonna's eyes widened in astonishment, caught off guard by the unexpected outcome of her emotional outburst. The women, now adorned in frilly aprons and maid attire, looked around in confusion, their once-modern outfits vanished without a trace.

What have I done? The realization of her newfound ability sent a shiver down her spine. Her fury had become a catalyst for a bizarre alteration of reality, a power she neither understood nor sought.

The man, momentarily taken aback by the sudden transformation, diverted his attention from Belladonna to the bewildered women.

Her tormentor was delighted, "Well, well, looks like you've got more tricks up your sleeve, darling."