Training Fortune's Heiress

Helena Douglas’s eyes slowly flickered open, her eyelids blinking rapidly to rid the black spots pushing against her vision, and then she startled awake when slender feminine fingers buried themselves in Helena’s glossy blonde hair and wrenched her head up with surprising strength.

Nnngh! Helena groaned in protest as her neck was pulled, the tendons in her neck pulsed visibly as the pressure on her windpipe increased. Suddenly the young heiress was presented with the sight of a small young woman. Though the evening sun was beginning to set, the last shards of light were still streaming though the venetian blinds and Helena could see that the woman before her was quite pretty. She had blonde hair that was done up in a cute twin-pigtails schoolgirl fashion, it was difficult from her lack of oxygen, but Helena guess the woman’s hair when to at least her pert rounded bottom. Her deep blue eyes were meekly gazing at the floor, seemingly unwilling to gaze upon the curvaceous utterly naked figure of Helena. The woman’s cute girlish complexion was rendered even more endearing by the warm-pink that coloured her pale cheeks.

As Helena’s vision gradually adjusted to the dimness, she noticed that this woman was wearing some sort of white leather bodysuit with a small zipper that ran the entire length from her neck to her hips. Furthermore, her slender arms were seemingly restrained behind her back, and on closer inspection she had a white plastic ball-gag shoved into her small mouth.

“M-Marie?!”, Helena gasped, her flushed aristocratic paled when she finally recognized the small frame of her long-time maid. Her oxygen deprived brain was painfully slow to piece her identity together. Suddenly Helena became self-conscious of how much Marie could see of her from her position and covered her 35D-cup breasts with left forearm and quickly hid her exposed sleek pussy mound with her other palm. Fortune’s heiress was blushing profusely.

“Now, now Helena. Don’t be shy, we will all have plenty of time to see every square inch of our bodies”, Christie lowered her head and whispered in her ear. “Trust me, we will all become much more acquainted with one another, my dear”, the white-haired assassin added.