LORENNE'S MYSTIQUE ADVENTURE (1)

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 1 - The Old Convent

Lorenne was not your typical gothic girl, some said she wasn't a true Goth at all. She didn't like frilly extravagance, nor piercings and even less tattoos. She preferred to dress simply, but with style and often quite naughty underneath. Her parents were restaurateurs, and so they traveled often, sometimes taking her along. Something that Lorenne liked, because, when they traveled to mount the stones they had carved in their workshop, it allowed her to get away from the high school bully, who made her life miserable just because she was naturally blonde and had shining blue eyes. Being a Goth when you looked like an Angel might not have been her best move. Dyeing her hair black didn't help, but seemed to be the cause of even worse pranks.

Recently her parents were working in an abandoned heretical convent, far from the nearest town, and hidden in the mountains. As always her curious mind made Lorenne explore her surroundings, although she wasn't wearing the most appropriate clothing for wandering through the half-ruined wings. Her gothic clothes made her feel that she fit in with the place. She marveled at the architecture that had now mostly been reclaimed by nature. There were areas where stone and plants seemed to merge. Giving that place now a more dark and mystical aspect, rather than a religious one.

Suddenly something caught her attention, something that no one else seemed to hear. She asked the other people and her parents, but no one seemed to hear it except her. Intrigued she followed that sound that she could not really describe well. Was it natural or was it a tone or a chant? Sometimes it seemed to sound like several bells ringing in the distance, other times it sounded different.

As if hypnotized, Lorenne followed that sound which seemed to call out only to her. And so, little by little, Lorenne entered the oldest parts of the structure. She had to make her way through dry ivy branches. And although she feared that these would tear her favorite YourSIN crotchless pantyhose, and they snagged her several times, the pantyhose proved its quality. She was thankful that on that day she had felt like wearing her 'Lolita' shoes, instead of her high heeled 'Mary Jane' shoes. Even so, she would now have preferred to wear leggings instead of a dress with such a short skirt.

She walked down an ancient hallway, which led her to a descending staircase. Curious she went down to discover several old cells at the bottom, clustered around a central chamber with some strange wooden things. In some cells there were old broken beds, in others short chains with shackles hanging from the walls. In several cells there were boxes. Others had only scraps of wood inside, and some had nothing in them at all. On the floor there were dark stains that time and the humidity had not erased. These stains were also on the chains, the strange things and on some of the boxes.

There was no doubt, Lorenne had discovered what appeared to be her first medieval interrogation room. And her heart began to pound. That place was not only dark and gloomy, it was somewhat terrifying.

Although, on the other hand, in her youthful mischievous mind, she imagined herself being surprised by a vampire, who would dominate her, who would make her his mistress in a brutal mating inside one of the abandoned cells that centuries ago were the delinquents quarters. She imagined herself chained to a wall. Helpless, opening her legs every time the wardens came to visit her. Without her dress, with torn stockings and wearing one pair of her platform shoes.

Lorenne suddenly realized that this fantasy excited her. She closed her eyes and indulged her dream and nightmare. When some time later she came back to reality, she noticed her nipple was being pinched. As she was licking her fingers, she began to caress herself between the swollen labia of her flower. Surprised she realized that she had tossed her panties aside onto the grimy floor. A bad-girl smile tugged at her lips. Her heart was pounding like rarely before. She definitely not only liked those places, but they turned her on.

"This is so hot," she said to herself as she plunged two fingers between the folds of her vagina. "Is there a chastity belt in here? (AAaah) I want one... I need one... because I'm a bad girl... (MOAN) and adulterous... Fuck Yeah."

Then Lorenne started to pinch herself harder, and masturbate with more impetus. Letting her horny fantasy engulf her again, imagining herself being a witch, vexed, whipped, chained... even dressed as an Abit and being fucked by some Incubus down in these old cells.


to be continued...