Gothic Daughter in Law
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Your Gothic Princess free porn video
Before I start, I just want to clarify where I am with things. Firstly,
I haven't given up with Chem Tech, I'm just having severe writer's block
with it. I have loads of ideas and I'm desperate to carry on with it,
just not sure how. As for Twisted Princess, I did have the second half
saved to my laptop, but it completely fried a few weeks back. I've only
just got a new laptop, tried to rewrite an improved second half and got
writer's block again.
Anyway, this is just a short one that came to me today and I'm hoping
that by getting this down, it may help me get back on course with my
incomplete works.
Sophie xxx
Your Gothic Princess
"Parcel for Mr Green" the postman said, holding his PDA out for me to
sign. That was odd, I hadn't ordered anything. I signed for it anyway,
if it's free I can't complain, whatever it is. He took it back and
handed me a small box.
"Thank you Mr Green, have a good day." Little did he know that my day
was about to get very weird.
I went inside and placed the box on the kitchen side before opening it
up and seeing what was inside.
What the hell?
It was a choker. Like something a goth girl would wear. It was lacey,
with a small chain to fasten at the back and a blood red stone at the
front. Delicate chains dangled from the lace and a small cross rested
just beneath the stone. It looked very expensive. There was a note in
the box too. I had a read.
'Thank you for your purchase from GothPrincess.net, if you are not
entirely satisfied with your purchase, please visit our website for a
full refund of ?199.99.'
Nearly two hundred pounds for this? I wondered if I could claim the
refund. I may as well try for free money. I booted up my computer and
logged on to the website.
This was strange, there was no menu or anything. Just a face of a goth
woman. She had long dark hair, pale skin and black lips. Her eyes were
surrounded by black eyeliner and purple eyeshadow. On top of her hair
was a black tiara with purple stones in it. The picture started to talk.
"Aah, my latest victim," the voice said. I went to close down the
window. "Don't touch that mouse," she said immediately I backed away.
Why did I do that? Obviously this was some kind of trick and I wasn't
going to fall victim to it.
"But you already are my victim," the voice spoke again, as if reading my
mind. "You're already under my control," it continued with a hint of
amusement in its tone. I tried to control the mouse again but found I
couldn't move. Now I was getting worried.
"Now be a dear and go put on my gift to you, don't be ungrateful." I
found myself moving toward the kitchen side where I had left the choker,
completely against my will. My hands expertly slipped the choker around
my neck and fastened the small clasp at the back. It was snug and
uncomfortably pushed against my adams apple. I walked back to the
computer screen.
"It really suits you my dear, it will suit you even more soon. I will
see you later." And at that the screen went blank and I could move
again.
What the hell was that? First thing first, I needed to get this damn
choker off me. I reached to the clasp, but I couldn't feel it. Where had
it gone? I tried pulling at it, but it was stuck to my skin. What the
shit? Not only that, it wasn't pushing on my adams apple anymore, almost
like I didn't have one.
I felt around the stone at the front, it was hard to tell, but I
couldn't feel any trace of it.
"What the..." I started to say, only to stop when I heard my voice. It
wasn't my voice. It was soft, smooth and seductive. More importantly, it
was a girl's voice.
Strange things were happening to the room as well. My computer station
looked like it was, for want of a better word, dissolving. Except for
the screen which had attached itself to the wall and was growing in size
and becoming reflective. Soon enough my entire computer and desk had
disappeared and left it its place was a very ornate, full length mirror.
I stared at it in amazement.
Well my voice may have changed but my appearance was still male,
except... was my hair longer? I normally kept it as short as possible so
that I didn't have to mess about with it but it was now an inch long and
getting longer soon it was flopping in front of my eyes and I was
struggling to see. I grabbed my baseball cap and pushed the hair out of
my vision and under the headwear.
Things then got even stranger. My blue cap started to change colour, to
silver, with little bits of red in it. Now my clothes were changing too?
It then started to shrink and change shape as more hair spilled out from
my scalp. Soon I had thick dark tresses, tumbling down my back and
spilling over my shoulders and resting on top of it all, was a silver
tiara, decorated with little red stones. The same red that was on my
choker. Just like the choker, it wouldn't shift.
I turned to leave, some crazy shit was happening here, I had to get to a
hospital. Even if they couldn't stop what was happening to me, at least
they could witness the changes and know it was really me. As I quickened
my pace to the door I lost my balance and fell flat on my face, hair
flying everywhere as I did. I brushed the hair out of my face to see why
I had fallen.
High heels? When did that happen? Not just any high heels. These were
stilletos, with a silver metal heel. The rest of the shoe was black,
covered in silver, spikey studs. And were my feet smaller? I tried to
take them off, but like the choker and tiara, they wouldn't budge.
I stood up, cautiously. As I put the weight on the heels, I felt
perfectly balanced on them, like they were a part of me. I cautiously
stepped towards the door only to see my standard, internal door had
turned into a huge wooden thing on massive hinges and a black ring where
the handle used to be. I turned and pulled on it but to no avail, this
door was not opening for me.
I walked back to the mirror to see if anything else had changed.
My face! It was girly! I had thick eyelashes but thin, arched eye brows,
my nose was small and cute and my lips were full and puffy looking. As I
watched, my skin seemed to pale and my eyes became framed by a thick,
black outline with a black "wing" spreading from the corner towards the
end of my brows. My eyelids turned purple as my lips became a deep,
blood red with a black liner.
I lifted up my trouser leg as I felt something crawling against my skin.
My socks, they were stretching up my legs, becoming thinner with holes
appearing. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see that they were
becoming fishnet stockings, something that I loved on girls, but not on
me.
Now I was really panicking, I ran to the door, pulling with all my might
but still it wouldn't budge.
I ran to the window but it disappeared before I could get there, filled
in with stone. The stone wall effect then started spreading across the
walls.
I ran to my phone but as I picked it up it dissolved in my hand. In
despair I collapsed on my sofa, noticing that it felt much bigger than
normal. Had I shrunk?
The changes picked up pace.
My jeans turned black and silky. The legs fused together to become a
skirt before it exploded out into a mass of frilly material. The front
rode up to expose my stockinged legs, the back pushed out into a
Victorian style bustle.
I felt the air on my shoulders as my sleeves separated from my t shirt
and spreading over my lower arms, turning into the same fishnet material
as my stockings, but these were in the form of finger less gloves. The
nails on my dainty had growing beyond the tips of my fingers and turning
to the same blood red colour as my thick, plump lips.
The rest of my t shirt turned black and leathery, with what I had heard
girls describe as a sweetheart neckline. It became snug to my skin but
it didn't stop there. It got tighter and tighter on my waist. I could
see it shrinking, I was struggling to breathe but it continued.
Smaller and smaller my waste became, but as my waste got smaller, my
pectorals were getting bigger. And not in a manly way, they were
obviously becoming breasts. As I continued to struggle breathing I fell
on the sofa again, the material from my skirt puffing around me as I
did. My new corset stopped once it deemed I had enough of an hourglass
figure, my new tits were threatening to spill out of it.
That was when I felt the worst part yet, my cock. I could feel it
getting hard, like the most intense erection I had ever had. But it
continued, getting bigger and harder. I could see it pushing the front
of my skirt up. It was huge. But it continued, getting more and more
painful as it grew, I reached under my skirt to grab it, only for the
pain to stop.
What I had hold of, it didn't feel like flesh. Nor did it feel like it
was attached to me. I pulled my hands out to see that they were holding
onto a huge, flesh coloured, rubber dildo. I dropped it in disgust.
But what happened to my cock? I reached under my skirt again, fearing
the worst. Instead my cock, there was a moist slit.
I passed out.
When I awoke, the room was completely different. I was no longer on a
sofa, but a huge, four poster bed, with black material draped around it,
the light had been replaced by a candle chandelier. Everything looked
like it was from the medieval period. There was nothing modern looking
at all.
"Well, well, well." I recognised that voice. It was the one from the
computer. I quickly turned to see the goth woman from before, but in the
flesh, in front of the heavy wooden door. "My little Goth Princess has
woken up."
"What have you done to me you bitch" was what I wanted to say. What came
out was "How may I serve you my Queen?" in a soft, sexy purr. I was once
again, no longer in control.
"Come here and serve your Queen and then maybe I might give you a little
treat"
I slowly and sexily walked over to her, my hips swaying, my tongue
licking my lips in anticipation, feeling the tongue bar piercing for the
first time. As I got close, my Queen pulled me into a long deep kiss, I
felt the juices start to flow in my vagina.
"Now get down there and serve me." I knew what she meant. I got down on
my knees, lifted up her skirt and proceeded to serve her with my tongue
making full use of my piercing.
And as my body happily licked and flicked my Queen's clitoris, my mind
was screaming in terror, knowing that my life would never be my own
again.
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