LORENNE'S MYSTIQUE ADVENTURE (2)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

LORENNE'S MYSTIQUE ADVENTURE

Part 2 - In The Dungeon

While looking around, she licked the fluids from her fingers, Lorenne loved the taste of her own pussy. That dungeon, despite being cold and damp, she loved it. That place had so much rotting debris everywhere. Gnawed wood, worn barrels everywhere, broken boxes. The rusted chains on the walls were perfect.

"Maybe I could try to repair some of the contraptions that are here. With some decorations, perhaps, some false tapestries with arcane symbols, some colored, scented candles and a cot in one of the cells. A little work and it would be a good place to meet a boy or a girl," she said to herself.

She didn't know what had led her to that place, but she was definitely happy about it. Her youthful mind was already working at full capacity, looking for ideas to make the most of that place while she could. She didn't know what was so special about that place. It had to be something magical, because Lorenne couldn't help but feel that the place still had some surprises in store for her.

Suddenly she stumbled and as she tried to regain her balance, she knocked over an old barrel and when it hit the ground, it exposed something that shouldn't be there. In the barrel she found hidden several skinsuits made of Magic-Latex, totally out of place and time. Lorenne could not believe what treasure she had found in that forgotten dungeon of the convent. She examined several of the better looking barrels and all of them were relatively easy to open and were full of Lascivia Skinsuits.

"OH FUCK!" she said to herself happily. "Now all this is mine!"

Lorenne was thinking about what to try on first, when suddenly some doubts made her blood run cold. Lascivia Skinsuits surely didn't exist in medieval times. They had to be recent. But who would be so stupid to leave these suits behind, here in this abandoned, in this forgotten place? Or maybe not so forgotten. Suddenly she remembered that this place, until recently abandoned, had been frequented by riffraff and worse. Until the authorities had decided to put the area to tourist use, the place might have been used to store stolen goods.

Now with fear she looked again at the barrels she had opened, and her heart was now racing with panic. What if this place wasn't abandoned? What if the owner was waiting for the right moment to take back what was his? What if a member of the restoration team was the owner? What if they saw her leaving with all this stuff?

"Oh damn it!" she said to herself worried. "I'm in big trouble... but I want to..."

Then she saw something. Her concern was displaced by a curiosity, something that gave her hope. In one of the barrels she saw a blue glove. That when she picked it up and pulled it out from inside the pile of stuff inside the barrel, it turned out to be a blue skinsuit. She rummaged around a bit more and found what looked like the rest of the pieces that belonged to the skinsuit, including a red-haired mask-like hood.

"It can't be!" she said to herself, forgetting about her worries, raising the blue skinsuit in one hand, and the hood with red hair in the other. Together with some white garments and a belt with golden skulls still inside the barrel everything was there. "It's the Mystique Limited Edition Skinsuit..."

Then Lorenne knew what she had to do. Maybe she wouldn't be able to keep all that fortune in the form of Lascivia clothes. But she was going to keep that suit and it would give her the anonymity she needed to get out of there with a different look, pretending to be a Cosplayer. And hopefully no-one would notice the missing of that skinsuit, it alone was worth a lot of money. She was not realizing that there had to be another exit as the ivy had been untouched when she came in.

Quickly Lorenne started to undress. Now completely naked and bathed in her own sweat, she struggled to put on the Mystique skinsuit. Like all of Lascivia's suits, it was small, tight, but very stretchy and unbreakable. As she put it on, she discovered that everything she had heard and read about those garments was true. It was viscous on the inside. Some parts of the suit were tighter than others, as if they were designed to make it impossible to undress them when the wearer got tired of wearing the suit. It also had two sheaths, for both her ass and her sex, which she was eager to feel inside her.

Almost with a life of its own the suit reacted to her. When she was dressed up to her hips and the moment came, she had to insert those two sheaths inside her body. They seemed to do the job for her by themselves. It was a strange sensation, but definitely pleasurable, after an initial discomfort. What's more, Lorenne's knees were trembling from the pleasure of feeling those two intruders, settling inside her. Her strength almost failing her, her eyes were lost in their sockets, while moans of pleasure came from her lips.

Little by little Lorenne managed to pull herself together, but not without discovering how sensitive her pussy had become because of the skinsuit. Whatever she had heard about what the suits did, the rumours hadn't prepared her for it. It was overwhelming, addictive, it would make her insatiable, her willpower would fade... and yet... Lorenne managed to control herself, to continue putting on that skinsuit, which was sticking to her skin because of the sweat, making it even more difficult to pull up. But little by little, her body was covered by Mystique's sensual blue skin. The appendages inside her seemed to have almost stopped moving, although they felt wider than when they started to penetrate her body.

When she had the suit covering her up to her abdomen, Lorenne decided to dress the arms of the skinsuit. It was relatively easy, until her right hand reached the wrist part, which refused to give way, reaching out to let her hand fill the suit's glove. And as she struggled to finish dressing the sleeves, a sensation that, inside the suit where the garment was already covering her, she was being sucked into the Void, began to become noticeable. But she did not notice, that the ankles of the suit, had already become stiff, no longer having elasticity, pushing her toes downward, making her have to stand tiptoe.

With a last effort, she pushed her shoulder down while pulling with her left hand from the edge of the suit. Lorenne noticed a 'plop' and her hand entered the glove, without any resistance. And without stopping to enjoy the comfortable feeling, freedom of movement and viscosity she felt inside the glove, she immediately repeated the task with her left arm. Which soon was also inside the glove. As if the suit had now surrendered to its host, covering her chest was easier and Lorenne soon had the entire skinsuit dressed and covering her from her toes to her fingertips and almost to her neck. Being all Mystique except for her neck and head.

"It's so fucking tight," she said to herself letting the sensation of wearing the suit invade her. "And so fucking good to feel it on my skin..."

It was pure pleasure to wear the skinsuit it. It was a combination of feeling trapped inside the suit, because of how tight it was and at the same time as if she was wearing nothing, as if it were a second skin, even though this one was noticeably latex. Her butt and breasts looked bigger and felt like they were hers, no padding was noticeable. And her waist was narrower and more sensual.

Humming she went to the barrel where the rest of the costume pieces lay. First she pulled out the white boots and put them on immediately. Getting hornier as she slipped her feet into each boot. Also, noticing that, like never before, her feet thanked her for being on heels. She then put on the long gloves and her body shuddered as she felt something other than herself touching her. Then she pulled out the classic white Mystique dress and the last missing parts of her skinsuit. And she realized she had to put on the hood first.

"Despite being so blue," she thought biting her lip, not realizing that the mask was also looking back at her. "Fuck, she's so beautiful and feminine, so womanly, so..."

Then she felt a heat like she had never felt before grow between her legs, in the hood Mystique's cruel yellow eyes glowed, as the suit began to melt into Lorenne's skin without her noticing because of the excitement. Something inside her screamed at her that if she put on that hood, there would be no turning back. But she was too horny to heed her intuition. The urges were too strong, to resist, her new pussy was clamoring to be attended to. Lorenne, though she wanted to get fully dressed, let herself be led by her pussy, which she stimulated more every time she felt her fingers go in or out. Unknowingly helping her pussy and ass to contract and absorb Mystique's sheaths, ending up fully fusing them to her body.


to be continued...