You stalked down the long, dark hallway, the leather corset creaking slightly around your voluptuous and busty frame. You had just finished…disposing of your previous meal – a minun and plusle couple that practically begged you to eat them – and tied your long crimson hair back before getting appropriately attired. Your six-inch stiletto heeled thigh high boots clicked sharply on the tiles beneath with each and every step you took, your long and curvy legs propelling yourself purposefully through the large manor house. You paused for a moment when you came across one of the mirrors hanging from the walls, giving yourself a long glance, still sometimes scarcely believing that the short and willowy pikachu girl you used to be had grown into such a tall and somewhat intimidating raichu that you saw before you now. Every breath caused the massive luscious mounds of your breasts to quiver just slightly, even when contained as they were now, though admittedly you were breathing a bit heavier than usual in anticipation of what was to come.
Thinking of the upcoming wonderful event stirred you out of your self-absorption, drawing your eyes in the direction you were previous heading instead. You set off again, now rhythmically smacking the riding crop held in one hand against the palm of the other, though not hard enough to cause yourself any undue pain. The points on your ears shifted as they wiggled around, unable to contain your growing eagerness as well as arousal. Each step caused your lower lips to rub together, teasing you constantly, and bringing an almost feral grin to your just as plump upper lips.
Proceeding down a set of stairs to the lowest level, you reached your destination, pausing outside the mostly unremarkable entrance, except for the obviously ornate and less noticeably sturdy lock that graced the seam at the center of the double door. Pulling at a long chain that hung about your neck, you retrieved the small golden key from its resting place in your cleavage. Inserting the key into the lock, you unlocked the door. Your long tail flicked behind you as you stepped into the small room beyond, before shutting the door and locking it using the same key. You then turned to the identical inner doors and repeated the process, only then did you let the key slip back into place between your furry breasts.
As your eyes adjusted, you saw the expected sights: soft and indirect lighting that left everything in partial shadow while still allowing anyone in the room enough to see by, the walls and ceiling were flock-papered—behind which lay sound absorbing tiles, while the floor was tightly packed parquet polished to a mirror like shine for easy clean-up, and a number of display cases, shelves, and chubby holes contained a staggering number of toys of a distinctly sexual nature. You took all of that in, but you were infinitely more focused on your “captive” in the center of the room; handcuffed and chained to the ceiling was…
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