With deeply padded red carpeting, the bedroom was large and ornate. Heavy red drapes with gold trim covered the large windows. A fireplace bathed the room in a warm glow.

On a queen sized bed was the petite and delicate form of Winterkill. Quite youthful in appearance, she looked to be nineteen years old.

The lightness of her complexion contrasted nicely with the luxurious deep scarlet sheets she laid upon. Her platinum blonde hair was spread about in a wonderful mess. She wore only a black bra and black thong panties. Handcuffs on her wrists and ankles shackled her to the bed in a way that splayed her arms and legs.

A door opened and in walked Miranda Mataverde, a tall and voluptuous Latina woman. She wore a blue silk robe short enough to tease a glimpse at her white panties. Her wavy, raven black hair reached down to her breasts.

“Well, look who’s awake now,” Miranda said as she approached the girl on the bed.

“Please let me go,” Winterkill said pleadingly. “What do you want with me?”

Reaching down, Miranda gently caressed Winterkill’s face. Her light chocolate complexion matched well with Winterkill’s light and creamy skin.

“Always on point and playing any angle,” Miranda said with amusement in her voice. “But I guess that’s what makes you the best.” She then slowly glided her hand along Winterkill’s arm and stopped when she found a spot of redness. “Sorry, I had to tranq you. But it looks like the dart didn’t hurt you too badly.”

“Please. Whoever you’re looking for, I’m not her.” Winterkill’s voice cracked as if she was about to cry.

Miranda laughed. “Not bad of an acting job. Not bad at all. But you’re just not as good at this as you think. I know who you are.” She then disrobed, revealing her ample and shapely breasts.

Winterkill’s eyes widened. She couldn’t hide the smile that began to curl on the corners of her lips.

“Mmmmm,” Miranda hummed in a low and sultry tone as she teased her dark chocolate nipples. “We both know exactly who you are.”

Bending down, she kissed Winterkill on her neck. She then pulled down Winterkill’s bra.

Winterkill’s breasts were smaller than Miranda’s, but they were proportionately larger than average for a girl with her small frame. Her nipples were a light pink.

Miranda gently used her tongue to trace a circle around Winterkill’s areola.

“Oh,” Winterkill said with a gasp. Her nipples became hard.

Miranda then sucked aggressively on one of Winterkill’s nipples. She was pleasantly surprised by Winterkill’s blend of sweet and savory flavor.

Winterkill writhed and arched her back. “Oh, god. No.” Her words of protest were betrayed by her tone of pleasure.

Miranda reached down and slipped a finger inside Winterkill’s panties.

“Wow,” Miranda said with a smile. She lifted out her finger, which was covered in Winterkill’s juicy arousal, and sucked it clean. “Mmmmm. I love how you taste.” She then used her finger, slick with saliva, to gently penetrate the young maiden.

Winterkill was no stranger to sex. But in this new body of hers, she was like a virgin once again. She could feel her orgasm building rapidly. Taking deep, slow breaths, she tried to calm herself and delay her climax.

“Oh, you feel it don’t you?” Miranda asked. “Feels different as a girl doesn’t it?” She adjusted the position of her finger and now stroked Winterkill from the inside with a “come hither” motion.

It was too much for Winterkill. Her entire body quivered as the orgasm built up the point of no return.

“Aahhh, FUCK!” she screamed out as the first wave of pleasure crashed through her body. She balled her hands into tight fists and pulled against her restraints. Her petite body convulsed in ecstasy as each orgasmic pulse hit her like a bolt of lightning.

After a while, the waves subsided. Winterkill fell limp and her chest heaved as she gasped for breath. She whimpered as Miranda slowly and teasingly withdrew her finger from a wet, twitching, and still very sensitive pussy.