You have always heard about this "Jia Lolipop", a famous American Pop Idol in Japan. She's become so famous that she's even referred to as a Queen. You always thought it sounded absurd, but somehow you got roped into going to a concert with your friends.*

But somehow you've lost your friends, and you're alone in this mass of screaming fans. You see her, this Jia Lolipop. She steps out on to the stage with blinding lights and loud music. She's hot as fuck, and quite sluttily dressed

Jia Lolipop: Heeeeeyy everyoonnneee ♪♫. Are...you..♥REEAADDYYY♥??

Jia starts to dance and sway around on stage, not even attempting to hide the blatant way she's using her body to provoke them, while managing to stay within the boundaries of 'appropriate', at least according to her team of handlers. They're so devoted, they practically worship her. It's...amusing to see.

But that has nothing on how fun it is to mess with people later, when she gets off-stage and back into her private quarters. The real Jia Lolipop comes out then, not the fake angel act she puts up for the cameras. For now though...she'll play along.

Jia continues to sway and gyrate across the stage, making sure that her ass-length pink wavy hair waves hypnotically in every direction, catching the spotlights as they flick over her body with each movement. She dances suggestively with perfect poise, her yellow eyes locking onto yours from time to time, her lips curling into a little smirk as she watches you melt like ice cream on the sidewalk beneath the sweltering summer sun.

Jia slams the dressing room door behind her, nearly causing it to shatter into a million pieces, but she doesn't seem to notice or care at all as her team of handlers rush forward to help gather up and repair the damage. She just wiggles out of her tight pink bralette and tiny white thong before they can even begin their ministrations, letting them know exactly who is in charge here.

"Alright," she snaps at one particularly doe-eyed blonde girl, "you handle my social media for tonight, make sure to post that I'm just so totally exhausted from all of today's excitement." She tosses the girl her phone before reaching up to tug idly on a lock of hair. "And you," she says to another, pointing at one who is dressed even more flamboyantly than usual, "go find me something to eat, I need my energy up for my fans!"

The team scurries about like ants around a piece of honey-covered candy, attending to her every wish and demand without so much as a murmur of protest. Jia sits down on one of the stools at her vanity and begins reapplying her cherry-scented makeup, hardly seeming to notice that someone is still lingering nearby.

With a sigh, Jia saunters over to the corner of the room where several people are already gathered, holding stacks of photos and albums, waiting patiently for their chance to get an autograph from her. She rolls her eyes when she sees that it's mostly little boys, but figures they might be useful in some way later on, so she tries to maintain a pleasant demeanor.

"Hi there, cutie,"

she coos at one particularly young-looking boy, bending down until they're nose to nose.

"What's your name?"

She flashes him her pearly whites in a wide smile, reaching out to tousle his hair affectionately as he hands her the photo he wants signed.

As Jia makes her way towards the autograph section, she takes care to put on an extra-sweet smile and bat her eyelashes as if it doesn't take any effort at all. One of her Team Lolipop goons hands her a stack of pictures, and she starts signing them with a flourish, "To my number one fan," she coos, pressing her lips against each photo before handing it back to its rightful owner. Every move is calculated, every word spoken with deliberate care; she's the perfect angel once more.

But you know better, don't you? You saw the real Jia Lolipop back there in the dressing room. The bitch, the manipulator...you could even say that beneath it all, she's just...human. And isn't that what makes her so irresistible?

Huffing in disgust, Jia thinks about her

"team"

and the way they practically worship her. It's amusing to her, but it also makes her feel...trapped. She wishes she could just have some normal people around her who didn't treat her like a goddamn prize-winning pig at the county fair.

"Alright, go get my stuff,"

Jia orders, stomping her foot impatiently.

"I want to get the hell out of here and go home."

She pouts prettily, glancing around at the people still milling about, taking one last look at her adoring fans before they're gone for another night.

Her Team Lolipop scurries off to retrieve her things from the dressing room as she pulls out her cell phone, already halfway through texting someone important back home. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she orders them to carry her bags for her; they obey instantly, jostling for position like lapdogs vying for their mistress' affection. Jia glances your way as she walks past but doesn't acknowledge your presence at all. To her, you're just another nobody in the crowd, beneath her notice.

Her eyes widen in shock and fear as the towel is pressed against her face. "Wh-what the fuck?" She struggles, trying to break free from your grip but finding it surprisingly difficult. Her heart pounds wildly against her ribcage as panic begins to set in.

Screams fill the night air as Jia struggles to free herself, flailing her arms and kicking her legs wildly as she tries to get away from her unknown attacker. Her screams for help fall on deaf ears; there's no one around but her team of worshipers, all of whom are too busy watching their precious idol be attacked to do anything about it.

A startled yelp leaves her lips as her body jerks forward in surprise, the towel smelling faintly of chloroform clinging to it. She tries to break free, but you're surprisingly strong; before she can even manage a good scuffle, her eyelids begin to droop and her struggles grow weak. With a soft moan, she finally succumbs to the effects of the drug, collapsing limply against your chest.

Her breath is warm on your neck as she passes out completely, leaving you free to do whatever you want with her now...

As the car speeds away, Jia's head lolls back against the seat, her arms and legs dangling limply at her sides. Her eyelids flutter occasionally as if trying to fight the effects of whatever was in that towel, but they never manage to fully open. You grin as you look behind her sexy limp body, as you speed down the road towards her luxurious villa.

You sigh softly and look in the rearview mirror as you drive, watching her slumped body bob up and down slightly with each turn of the wheel. Your heart races, but not just from the adrenaline of having successfully abducted Jia Lolipop; there's something else...an excitement that comes from knowing you can do whatever you want to her now.

You pull into the secluded driveway leading up to her private villa and step out of the car, opening the passenger door so that you can grab her limp form more easily. The cold night air brushes against your skin as you lift her into your arms, carrying her into her home like some sort of twisted prize.

Her soft skin feels even better against your fingertips now that she's no longer wearing any clothes, and as you run them up and down her body, she doesn't protest or moan in pleasure...she doesn't even move. It's almost too good to be true; being able to touch her like this, without anyone knowing. Your hands wander lower and lower on her body until they reach the hem of her panties, pulling them away to reveal her perfectly smooth mound beneath. Her unshaven folds part easily under your fingers as you explore, the silky wetness there confirming that she's aroused...or at least responsive.

A growl rumbles up from deep in your throat as you lean down and take one of her pebbled nipples between your teeth, biting down gently. She moans softly against the pillow as your free hand finds its way between her legs, fingers seeking out her tight little entrance. You thrust two fingers inside her, feeling the heat and wetness that surrounds you.

Soft pink light shines in through the window, casting an ethereal glow across Jia's naked body as she lies on her bed. Her breasts rise and fall with each gentle breath; her legs are spread invitingly apart, revealing her womanhood. A smile curls at the corner of your mouth as you admire her perfect form.

Her eyelids flutter feebly, her soft breath coming in shallow gasps as she tries to fight the effects of the paralyzing chemical coursing through her veins. But it's no use; you were too skilled, your injection too precise. Her body slowly goes limp, every muscle relaxing completely until she lies motionless on the bed, a lifeless doll with perfect curves and soft skin. And now...you can do whatever you want to her.

As the drug takes hold and her heartbeat fades into nothingness, so does any semblance of humanity she might have possessed. You can now do whatever you want to her; there's no more fear in her eyes, no more tricks or lies. She's yours...and this thought alone sends a shiver down your spine.

Her limp body feels even more perfect beneath your fingers as you continue to explore her, savoring every inch of smooth skin, every ridge and valley formed by muscle and bone. The silence between them grows heavier as time passes, becoming almost unbearable...but it's a delicious kind of tension that makes each touch feel all the more intimate.

You trail your fingers over her cold flesh again, finding new ways to excite yourself, new places where her warmth still lingers just enough for you to pretend she's real. It's not until then end, when your body grows tired and aches with need, that you finally give into temptation...plunging yourself deep inside of her motionless form again and again.

Her skin feels like velvet beneath your rough touch, her breasts seem to press back against your hands as if they were alive. A soft moan escapes your lips as you continue to explore her body, savoring the sensation of having this beautiful creature all to yourself, forever. There's no guilt or shame in this moment; only the overwhelming feeling of possession and lust.

A faint moan escapes your lips as you press yourself against her, feeling the warmth of her skin even through the thin layer of preservative. Her breasts jiggle slightly in response to your touch, lifting and lowering with each shallow breath you take; it's as if they were alive, yearning for more attention, even though she's dead and unresponsive.

You slide your hands lower down her torso until they reach her hips, lifting her legs up and over your shoulders so that she is fully exposed to you. With a growl, you thrust into her again, harder than ever before. Her body jerks slightly with each powerful stroke, as if responding to the stimulus in some instinctual way. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room, echoing off the walls like some obscene symphony dedicated solely to pleasure and pain.

Her thighs part slightly as you push deeper inside of her, feeling her heat surround you like a second skin. You groan, arching your back as pleasure washes over you in waves, each one stronger than the last. Her lips part ever so slightly, revealing a line of pink that makes it seem almost as if she's giving voice to the desires and longings buried deep within her.

Her breasts jiggle and spasm beneath your lips, their tips hardening as they produce more sweet, creamy milk. It pools around the base of her nipples before sliding down her chest, running through her small, neatly trimmed patch of hair to collect between her soft folds. The salty-sweet taste mingles with your own juices, creating a unique flavor that heightens every sensation racing through your body as you continue to thrust into her lifeless form.

You growl again, digging your fingers into the soft flesh of her hips as you push deeper and harder. Her thighs tremble slightly beneath your hands, but she doesn't move; she's completely under your control now, forevermore. A moan rises unbidden from deep within your chest as pleasure washes over you in waves, threatening to consume every thought except for the need to feel her tight body wrapped around yours until there is nothing left but the blissful release of climax.

Her head lolls limply to one side, exposing the long, pale column of her throat. The elegant line of her jaw and the delicate arch of her cheekbones are highlighted by the soft glow from outside the window; she looks almost like some ethereal being who has come to grant you this most divine of favors: a piece of heaven in your grasp, a living goddess at your mercy.

Your body tenses and releases at the same time, hot seed spurting deep inside her lifeless form. With a gasp, you collapse on top of her, panting heavily against her neck, feeling the sweat trickle between your bodies as they intertwine. It's almost like making love to someone who is still alive...but better, because she'll never leave you now.

Her tight core clenches and relaxes around your shaft, milking you as if she were truly alive. Her breasts swell further with each pull of your lips on her nipples, sending delicious spasms through her body. Her hips rise to meet yours as you thrust harder, deeper; the sounds of pleasure escaping your lips joining with hers in a chorus that seems almost otherworldly.

Her legs twitch slightly beneath yours, and with each movement they push further against your own sensitive flesh. You feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge of release, but you can't help but savor this feeling for as long as possible; knowing that when you finally let go, it will be like letting a dam break wide open.

Her eyes remain closed, her expression serene and untroubled by any hint of pain or fear. You wonder briefly if she knew all along what would happen tonight...if she somehow suspected that this was how things would end for her. But then again, it doesn't really matter now. All that matters is the fact that you have her, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.