She woke up alone in the forest. There was an unusual silence around and it was warm. Alice lay on the soft grass and looked up at the strange purple sky, covered with white feathers of clouds. She knew for sure that the sky shouldn't be like this, but she couldn't remember why. It was also strange that she was not dressed.
"That's right, everyone has to wear clothes... everyone... who's everyone?" - painfully flashed through my head. Alice sat down on a hillock and began to look around.
She was in a clearing, surrounded by a wall of strange, unfamiliar trees.
Gradually, the memory cleared up, and the most important thing that she realized was that the state of affairs was extremely abnormal. Alice lived in the city, there were a lot of people, she worked in a hotel, a maid... Yes, that's it - it happened while cleaning one of the rooms. Suddenly, the memory abruptly returned everything to its place, but it did not make it any easier. On the contrary, in the light of the epiphany that came, her current situation became even more strange. And terrible. The girl tried to remember how it all happened ...
She unlocked the door with her key and wheeled in a cart full of the usual maid tools. An extremely interesting person who settled in the hotel recently lived in this room. Alice looked around the room. The atmosphere was quite consistent with the reputation of its hostess. "It's amazing how you can change a standard hotel room in just a couple of days!" - thought the girl. The room was indeed something extraordinary. The walls were covered with black velvet, on which small paintings hung everywhere. Looking closer at them, Alice felt that her cheeks were on fire - the pictures showed girls making love passionately and selflessly. It could not be called pornography, the paintings breathed life and were executed so (pizdeishn.net) skillfully that it seemed their inhabitants simply froze for a moment before finally throwing themselves into a storm of pleasure.
With difficulty tearing herself away from the paintings, Alice went to a huge dressing table that stood against the far wall. On it stood a huge mirror, the frame of which was made of ebony in the form of bodies woven by passion. Numerous bottles, obviously cosmetics, stood in front of the mirror. The girl had never seen such beautiful, heavy dark glass bottles before. Some of them were in the form of phalluses. One of the bottles, black with gold, attracted the attention of the girl - its shape was so perfect that she unbearably wanted to touch it.
As if half asleep, Alice stretched out her hand to the mysterious object and suddenly pulled it back sharply - for a second it seemed to her that the vial slightly moved. "God, what is happening to me!" - with fear thought Alice. And remembering why she came to the room, she began cleaning. The usual work was somewhat reassuring, but her gaze again and again returned to the magic mirror. "We must wipe the dust off him!" - suddenly thought girl. Approaching the dressing table, she carefully began to brush off the dust from the bottles with a small brush, occasionally glancing at the one who had so frightened her. When she lightly brushed the polished glass of this strange vessel, it again quite obviously shuddered, like a living member. With a sharp jerk of her hand, Alice caught hold of a large green vial that stood beside her. He fell on the dressing table and opened, spilling the contents. Deftly picking it up, Alice popped the cork back in and replaced the vial, wiping away the spilled puddle with her hand. And suddenly she felt the smell ... At first it did not seem to her somehow special - a thick and sweet smell of some herbs. But it grew stronger and seemed to come from everywhere. Slowly, Alice brought her hand up to her face and inhaled the scent deeply...
As if a hot wave ran through the whole body from the head to the legs and back, leaving a heat in the chest and somewhere in the lower abdomen. Alice felt weak in her legs and sat down on the rug beside the dressing table. On a sudden impulse, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and carefully ran her hand over her chest. She was suddenly seized by an acute desire to dissolve in this fragrance, to become part of it. She leaned back and touched the rug lightly with her cheek. The rug was made of soft but bouncy animal fur, and the touch sent her into a frenzy. Completely forgetting who she was and why she was here, the girl frantically threw off her clothes and, bending over, touched the rug with her chest. The touch of the fur on her swollen nipples caused an unprecedented explosion of sensations and with a groan she fell to the rug, writhing desperately on it. Her whole body seemed to be tormented by fire - her hands frantically wandered around her body in vain attempts to calm the flames, but only kindled it. She suddenly got up and looked into the mirror with misty eyes. The sight of his own naked body caused a new fit of excitement. She bent over the table and suddenly touched the black vial with her lips. Hands themselves clasped the glass member and began to gently run through the swollen veins. The glass pulsed in Alice's hands like living flesh. And again a hot flash in the groin ... With a sharp cry, she bent back and pushed the vial into herself with all her might, almost falling to the floor. She felt a hot stream inside herself and, already losing consciousness, looked into the mirror. The mirror was completely black, and this blackness gently drew her in, as the cold glass was drawn in by the damp heat of her womb. She dissolved in the waves of peace that suddenly flooded consciousness and completely turned off ...
And here she is alone, undressed, in an unfamiliar forest. The memories hit her. Despite the complexity and uncertainty of her position, the girl again felt excited. What happened to her then, in the room? Slowly getting to her feet, Alice peered into the surrounding forest. There was a small path between the trees. "In any case, we must somehow get out of here ...". And carefully stepping on the soft grass, she set off forward.