The silk panties on Rachel’s slender hips tightened painfully, pulling deeply into her ass, causing her to gasp in pain.
“Listen very carefully” The voice snarled, “You are mine, my toy, my tool, whatever I want to call you is what you are”
Rachel nodded in scared silence, causing the panties tightness to recede.
“Not that you have much choice anyway, but if you don’t help me you’ll never see that pretty pussy of yours ever again” The voice teased, causing Rachel to wipe a frustrated tear from her cheek. The cursed panties rippled over her crotch reminding her of what she’d lost.
“Ok… ok I’ll help you, I’m sorry, please… just don’t hurt me…” Rachel begged.
“Good girl” The rippling of her panties stopped, as the voice calmed again, “You should be honoured to fulfil this role, the chosen one, reuniting the garments of your Master’s form and rebuilding his strength… and when I’m fully formed I may perhaps reward your service”
Rachel lifted her skirt and stared at the panties covering her featureless mound in shock, “my WHAT?” she shouted.
“Your Master, me, I am your Master and you are my vessel” The voice said calmly before tightening the panties again making Rachel gasp and nod, her eyes watering.
“Ok… ok! Master…” she gasped, the tightness receding.
“Good girl, now… I think we should get started…”