So far so good

Liz had expected to be tied down, and was prepared to struggle when they tried. But the reality was worse. When the Maid told Liz to follow her, she obeyed. She couldn't not obey. Her body moved without her consent, her gait ludicrously calm. It was terrifying. "What's happening?" The Maid glanced at her. "You were given a command. I wasn't kidding when I said you had to obey."

"How?" The Maid smiled as if Liz had said something amusing. "Mind control, mostly. It's amazing how much the brain can control muscle groups. And a few vibrating implants." She glanced at Liz, first her horrified eyes, then down to her luscious body. "You got off easy, actually. You should see some of the orders we get." The Maid's eyes got that distant, dreamy look again. "Masks that never come off. The constant need to orgasm with the inability to achieve one. Amputation. Even costumes that you can't take off, that fuck you." The Maid moaned, then pounded her chastity belt once, sharply.

They had been walking down a stone corridor lined with identical doors, but now the Maid ushered her through one. It seemed to be a parking garage. The Maid led her to a windowless black van. "In you go. Put on the clothes in the bag." As Liz stepped into the van, the Maid snaked her hand in between Liz's legs and slipped her fingers inside. Liz couldn't even try to struggle at this momentary invasion. Her body simply continued inside, the Maid's fingers sliding smoothly out. In the bag were the clothes Liz had been wearing her first day on campus, minus the bra, panties, and tights. She put them on.

The Maid, wearing her coat again, got in the driver's seat. She turned to Liz. "Go to sleep little Lizzy. Dream of getting fucked." Liz started to protest, but was asleep before she could give voice to it. The Maid watched as the sleeping Liz's nipples stiffened, and listened as she moaned.