Clara's Journey: Start

It was a clear night when it happened. The sky was shining with stars and a full moon, not a cloud in the sky. Not too hot, not too cold. An absolutely perfect night for Clara's secret hobby.

Clara moved towards the edge of town, dressed in a white, slightly old and frayed sundress and a pair of sneakers. And if someone took a peek up her dress, they'd notice that was all she was wearing. They'd also notice that her pussy was absolutely drenched, with the juices already starting to go below what the dress is covering. Clara was clearly excited, being a bit more daring than usual.

Normally, Clara's exhibitionistic adventures would be pretty low stakes. Going to school in a skirt without panties, playing with a vibrator when on the bus, masturbating in the forest, streaking in a field in the middle of the night. The sort of thing where people wouldn't actually see her while giving her the risk she wanted. But this time, she wanted to do a repeat of what set her down this perverted path.

Streaking all the way home, without a safety net. Just like her 18th birthday, when someone stole her clothes when she was showering at school, not even leaving her with a towel. Nobody saw her, thankfully, but the sheer thrill she experienced back then shoved her down this rabbit hole.

Back in the present, Clara reached where she was going to start her journey. An abandoned mansion, right on the edge of town. There were stories about this place, about how the family who lived here died of a plague of some sort, with the spirits haunting the place to this day. Even today, people complained about malfunctioning technology when they happened to come near, adding to the myth.

Perfect place to start, as nobody was going to come here and see what she was doing. And if something does go horribly wrong, nobody would really miss this place.

Clara stepped up to the rusty iron gate, trying to pull it open. Unfortunately, it seemed to be well stuck in place, though at least it was stuck in such a way that someone could sneak through it. It would be a bit more difficult with her build, but she should be able to get through. She stepped one leg through the gap, starting to wiggle herself through. Flakes of rust started coating the dress, something that would be impossible to avoid, but not something that bothered the girl.

And then, just as Clara cleared the gap, she felt a tug near her chest, accompanied with a ripping sound. When she looked down, she saw that the top of her dress got caught in the rust, and tore away to reveal her right breast. Instinctively, she covered her exposed flesh, looking around to see if anyone saw her. Then she remembered where she was and what time it was, chuckled, and let her arms drop again.

As Clara walked to the mansion, she inspected the damage to her dress. Clearly, it had to either be fixed or thrown away entirely, though it wasn't as bad as she first thought. With some experimenting, she could make herself a bit more decent, though any sudden movement caused it to fall open again, exposing half her chest once more.

Eventually, Clara managed to enter the abandoned building, seeing that the interior was as decayed as the exterior. Patches of moss and mold, furniture that was more dust than not, planks that broke off of the ceiling and walls. The only reason this place wasn't condemned was because the load bearing parts somehow managed to get off intact outside of cosmetic damage.

Clara then headed towards the living room, excited for what she was about to do. Originally, she was just gonna take her dress off, but her accident gave her an idea she wanted to try. After putting down her bag, she grabbed the tear she just made, and pulled it open even further, completely ruining the dress and tearing off the part that covered nearly the entirety of the right side of her torso.

Grinning in excitement, Clara put her hand into to her bag and pulled a pair of scissors out, giving an ironic chuckle at the thought of a horny lesbian being the one to hold the tool. Putting that thought away, she started cutting up what was left of her dress. The first cut she made was a more dramatic one, going straight down the middle, causing the dress to fly open and completely expose Clara, only managing to hang onto her left shoulder. And with a quick snip, that last strap got cut, allowing the dress to fall away.

Grabbing the ruined dress, Clara started cutting further into it, slowly but surely turning it into a pile of scraps. Once she was satisfied with her work, the now naked girl grabbed what was left of her dress and threw the scraps into the fireplace. She then put the scissors down on a table and grabbed a lighter she stole from her brother, and lit the pieces of cloth alight.

Setting the lighter next to the scissors, Clara simply watched as the one thing keeping her decent during her walk here was turning into ash, blushing as she knew that the only way for her to get dressed now was to get back home.

Then, she saw something move in the corner of her eye. Swiftly turning around, Clara saw that it was nothing more than her own reflection in a long and cracked mirror. Despite the distortion from the mirror's damage, the girl could see her own reflection clearly.

She saw her own mismatched eyes, her skin that was so pale that kids believed she was a vampire, the long brown hair that covered her ass, her above average and naked breasts, her stiff nipples, the juices trailing from her exposed pussy. Clara just looked at the reflection, completely naked if it weren't for the shoes and the bag, and completely hairless below her neck thanks to a weird quirk of genetics.

At first, Clara was planning to use the toys in her bag (which also held her laptop, phone, and chargers for everything in there due to her rushing to get things done and not taking the laptop and chargers out), but the naked girl couldn't take it anymore and just started using her hands, massaging one of her breasts with her left and fingering her soaked pussy with her right, watching as her reflection mirrored her actions.

Then she tore her gaze from the mirror, and started walking towards the room's permanently open window, her legs shaking from the pleasure. She started leaning out of it, her body illuminated by the moonlight as her fingers worked faster and faster.

Then, Clara came, her back arching as she instinctively pulled back inside. She started stumbling backwards as the juices practically shot out of her pussy, the walls practically gripping the fingers that were still inside of her.

If Clara paid attention to where she was going, she'd have noticed that the patch of wall behind her looked... off. Despite it being just as illuminated by the moonlight as the other parts of the wall next to it, it was noticeably darker, as if something cast a shadow over it. And if Clara saw it and looked closer, she'd notice some kind of flickering, as if it had a video game model that was glitching.

Unfortunately, still riding the high of her orgasm, Clara did not see it. And as she collapsed backwards, she fell through the wall, though not destroying it. No, she fell through like the wall wasn't even there, and didn't come back out of the other side.

Seemingly having vanished off the face of the Earth, the only evidence left of Clara being here were the tools she used to destroy her dress, the smoldering ashes of said dress, and the juices she left behind during her masturbation session.