Posted by Blackbladder on 12/10/2002, 9:03 pm Meanwhile Daphne was awoken from her sexual daze by the sounds of
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Scooby Do; Janet Jackson In Madam Marston's Room
Unending BE - episode 165330
Janet had got tired of waiting for Velma to return and decided to hit
the sack. As she turned out the light and was heading slowly back to
her bed she spied a thin crack of light coming from what she thought
was a solid wall. She walked cautiously over to the wall and tried to
peer through it.
There's definitely something back here!" she told herself softly. She
turned the light back on and tried to find a way to open the crack
wider.
As she messed with the area she placed her hand on a section of the
wall and felt it move slightly. As she pressed harder it gave way and
a low rumbling sounded from the wall as it opened to reveal a hidden
passage lit by gas torchlight.
A shiver passed through her body as she gazed down the dimly lit
corridor that ended a good hundred feet at an old wooden door. She
failed to notice a dark shadow that appeared to slip over her
shoulder and though her long brown hair to her ear.
She tried to follow her instincts to run and get the others but a
voice in the back of her head urged her to go down the passage to the
door. As she plodded down the passage dressed only in her flimsy
negligee the voices soothed her telling her that there was a
wonderful surprise waiting for her behind the door.
As her bare feet came to rest outside the door her hand reached up
and turned the knob, almost involuntarily, to reveal the room behind.
As she entered she saw that it was a ladies bedroom. In the middle
was a large four-poster bed and around the room were various antique
furnishings.
She wandered through the room looking around at the different things.
She found an old desk that had several letters scattered about. After
looking through them she realized this must be Madam Marston's room!
The letters were addressed to her and were letters of complaint from
the local town's folk.
She looked up over the desk at the painting above it. "And that must
be the Madam!" She said. The woman in the painting exuded elegance
and authority even though how she was dressed. Her main part of her
outfit consisted of a lacy white boned corset and a pair of racy (for
the nineteenth century) panties. A pair of lace hose that connected
to the garters on the corset and were covered only slightly by the
sheer silk skirt that brushed the floor covered her legs. The outfit
was topped off with a pair of spiked-heeled granny boots, long white
finger-less opera gloves, and a silky white choker. A ling black
cigarette holder was held delicately between her red tipped fingers
with a cigarette smoldering in it.
She stood mesmerized by the painting for several long minutes before
she moved on. As she continued her search of the room she finally
opened the closet and saw there was only one outfit of clothing in
it. Her heart almost leapt for joy when she saw that it was the same
outfit that Madam Marston was wearing in the painting. She carefully
removed the outfit from the closet and laid it on the bed. Suddenly
she was overcome with the urge to try it on.
She quickly slipped the negligee over her head and started to put the
clothes on. She was amazed at how easy it was to get the stiff corset
laced up. It seemed like she had another set of hands helping her to
pull it tightly around her slim waist. When she was finished she
stood and admired it in the full-length mirror. She was in love! As
she danced around slowly in the tight outfit she loved the way it
clung to her body. The clean white material was set off beautifully
by her dark skin and the rustling of the silk skirt brought her a
slight thrill from the way it rubbed smoothly against her legs.
As she danced she noticed the cigarette holder lying on the
nightstand by the bed. Wishing to complete the look she picked it up
and placed it between her fingers. As she posed in front of the
mirror she failed to see the woman's features in the painting
shifting. It was slowly turning into a likeness of her!
someone coming in the kitchen. Her mouth was still sucking down the
thick paste automatically as it had been doing for the last two
hours. She knew that it was making her fatter. The seams of her dress
had ripped out over a half an hour ago and the knot the Velma had put
in the garter belt had thankfully came undone.
She struggled to make any sound she could to get their attention but
found she didn't have the strength to even moan. She needed someone
to come in here and rescue her, to save her from this evil machine.
Or at least give her a good ####ing. But it was no use as she finally
heard the kitchen door shut and all went quiet again, except for the
soft sucking and the pumping of the dildo inside her plump pussy.
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