Then the day arrived. We'd been invited to a day out at the horse racing and spaces were limited. Normally if drinking all day I wouldn't take the ris...k, but I wore my very best suit for the occasion. She wore a pink dress that, once again, showed off her shape wonderfully. Whilst the dress went right up to the neck there were slats across the bosom. Her tits, something she normally kept covered, peeked through the opening and were clearly held by an expensive bra. They almost looked fake they. They told me they were not going to rescue me until tomorrow, in 24 hours. But I, and they too, know that if I cannot free myself in the next couple of hours, I shall be dead.The water is already freezing on my skin and in my hair, my teeth are chattering and my saliva is forming icicles under my chin. I have to act fast, before the cold render my fingers and limbs too numb to be of any use. By chance, they do not know all the tricks of my art. I do for one, and I know there is hope I can free. I did my make up prefect, although it did take a while.Eyeliner, mascara, foundation, lip liner, lipstick, the whole works. Iput on my black garters and seamed back stockings. Then I put on myblack see through panties and matching bra with falsies. I looked inthe mirror. WOW! I looked hot!I slipped on my spandex black mini skirt and top. Then a short leatherjacket. I would be dressed well enough for a funeral or a fucking.Lastly, I slipped on my patent leather stilettos. I looked in themirror.. She had no choice but to rip the thin nightgown in two.Clara was dumbfounded. “Amy, what are you doing?” she cried out loud.“I...I don’t know!” Amy said in shock. “It’s not me! They’re controlling me somehow!”Amy squirmed and struggled against her own hands as they tore the only thing preserving the last vestige of her modesty from her tall, slim body. The tattered nightgown fell to the floor and Amy was left standing completely naked. Clara couldn’t help but admire Amy’s incredible body. The.