Tasha was at the function sipping on a glass of cider. It had been an hour and the vibe was kinda dead but Tasha wanted to make the most of it. She was open to meeting a handsome man here, something that was rather in short supply in her city. To attract such men, Tasha had come dressed in a shiny dress that clung to her body. The high hemline that ended at her upper thigh revealed her perfectly toned legs. The outfit was completed by black suede boots and a shiny silver barette in her blonde hair.

Tasha was just standing by herself, minding her own business when a man came up behind Tasha he put his hands on her waist. Tasha was about to instinctively break free and tell the strange man to fuck off when his soft velvet voice spoke into her ear.

"Your body doesn't resist, your body is asleep."

Those harsh words instantly evaporated from Tasha's mouth as knees almost gave out. She steadied herself against the man. Something about his voice just made her feel like she was sinking into a mattress, only with no bottom. Just softly sinking and sinking. Tasha's tranquilized body carelessly spilt the cider on the laminated floor. The man caught the glass just in time before it could fall from her hand.

"My body doesn't resist, my body is asleep"

He moved quickly to drag the limp Tasha into a corner where nobody could see them. With the freedom of privacy, the man moved his hands up to caress Tasha's fat tits.

"Your tits don't resist, your tits are asleep"

"My tits don't resist, my tits are asleep", Tasha mindlessly echoed. Her tits felt like dumb sacks of pure feminine sex, no mind connected to them as his hands played with them like putty. Tasha became wet at the sensation. The man had just taken charge of her so effortlessly, so seductively.

"Your hips don't resist, your hips are asleep"

The man slid a hand down to crack open Tasha's inner thigh. His finger brushed against Tasha's now dripping wet cunt.

"My hips don't resist, my hips are asleep"

The man could feel her wild unkempt pubic hair on his thumb, flowing fierce and independent like the body it grew from used to be before he put it to sleep. He pressed her hips back into his erect cock.

"Your neck doesn't resist, your neck is asleep"

Tasha's head fell back. A wide grin lit up her face. It felt so good to fall into him.

"My neck doesn't resist, my neck is asleep."

Tasha was looking at the man now. His face was more handsome than she could have imagined. She could just get lost in those green eyes forever.

"Your lips don't resist, your tits are asleep"

"My lips don't resist, my lips are mmmph..."

The man leaned in and passionately kissed her. Tasha felt her very individuality melt into the bliss of the moment. She was nothing more than this man's puppet now as he put her entire body to sleep in his hands.

"Your mind doesn't resist, your mind is asleep"

"My mind doesn't resist, my mind is a-", Tasha's sentence broke off into snoring, "-sleep." All of it was already too much for Tasha, who by now wanted nothing more than to completely shut off and just obey the man's commands like a mindless sexbot. But the man kept going.

"Your legs don't resist, your legs are asleep"

"My legs don't resist, my legs are asleep"

Tasha crumbled into the man's arms as he carried her off to his car. He threw her in the back seat, her short dress hiking up to reveal her black panties, which the man immediately pulled aside.

"Your cunt doesn't resist, your cunt is asleep."