A rooftop exchange

Light returned some minutes later, and the pirate found herself stumbling onto slopped shingles. Hacking fiercely at a cocoon of chalky dust, Liz turned bout at just the moment to see the demonic hand plunge behind the overhang of a roof she now stood on. She leaned forward to keep this abomination of a grasper in her wary gaze until it had tracelessly remerged into the wall of white brick that was capped by Liz's current platform. Had that been where it had sprouted from to curl its wrist and place Liz upon this roof? If so the giant appendage possessed a quickness to rival its appearance in manners unsettling.

The wall itself was made of marbled brick with a gilded trim. It matched handsomely the colorful decor and luxurious nature of the opulent mansion the pirate now saw she'd been placed atop. Perhaps she'd have pillaged the domicile were she to have a ship, for though the view before her was walled by fog blanketed mountains, the captain heard the steady drum of surf at her back. Indeed the ocean's vapors hung in the muggy air warming the pirate despite the overcast sky.

"Shall we get you changed?" asked The Mistress, thereby announcing her presence behind Liz. In a startle, the pirate spun round as quick as she could to better bear whatever the scheming twist-ress had next in mind for her. Truely, that Jezebel's question bore her tone of usual assertion; 'twas not an offer.

Volition aside, The Mistress stepped forth and took Liz's leather enwrapped hand after a fashion to lead. Yet the pirate was not the one to be such led, as it soon became apparent, for upon this particular touch, Liz felt the entirety of her mislabeled jacket jitter. 'Twas a pleasing pulse upon her skin that made her gasp gently, but this was nonetheless swiftly forgotten because the leather adornment began to flow. Fantastic though it sounds, the jacket became an inky sap and poured itself soothingly towards The Mistress. Liz breathed out in wanton contentment throughout this odd process, surprisingly exhilarate by the slip of the liquid leather against her skin.

When the transfer was complete, The Mistress had gained a jacket equally woeful in its ability to obscure her breasts, yet otherwise more clothingly than it had been upon Liz. The again-solid garment even sported simple epaulettes as it rested atop The Mistresse's shoulders. Liz, on the opposite hand, stood naked, and in quite shamelessness really, for no person could see her save The Mistress, and she'd already done a fair bit more than merely look upon the pirate's treasures. Further on, the atmosphere was quite balmy, wrapping about Liz as well as any blanket, so there was no chill to request she scrunch. Therefore the pirate succumbed to her need to stretch, initially splaying her unbound fingers, then partaking in the self gratification of slowly arching her bare limbs wide and far from her nude delicates.

Indeed with the liberty from the straitjacket, she chose to peak upon her womanhood to find that much like the tattoos her jewellery had been added to as well, and a small ring had been placed to touch the apex of her nether folds. Such jewelling had a clear (and already well experienced) intention to dap aphrodisiacly on that already most sensitive bud within her flower. Gingerly, Liz caressed a finger across the precious metal and felt a hum of pleasure ripple up her spine. She smiled, simple and pure.

But the situation would not allow for more such stimulation, for The Mistress had advanced to a menacing closeness. "I need to remove all of your adornments," she stated.

The normally brave pirate was taken aback. She was already in only her skin leaving her mind with only the disquieted thought of how her tattoos would be removed, and an all the more worrisome image of the gold she wore would be confiscated.. Yet The Mistress stepped closer pressing her mouth into the pirates own as her hands vigorously pawed their way to her backside. Liz's reason wallowed anew as she tried to comprehend what the succubus intended to remove by dancing her tongue so expertly about her mouth. Not that she had any cause to protest, for as you may remember, their previous lip lock had been quite pleasurable for the pirate. And very distracting.

So too this time; whilst Liz groaned merrily upon the lips against hers, The Mistress's fingers gripped her arse and firmly spread Liz's lower rounds with no conscious reaction from the pirate. The next move, however, was noticed greatly by the pirate, her eyes bulging wide as saucers, Liz felt a gloved finger plunge deep into her infertile hole. The pirate let fly a barrage of curses upon the woman who was still kissing her while also wiggling her finger within Liz's rear pucker. Howbeit, there were many a moan coming from the plunder-turned-plunderee, for inspite of her vocal battery, Liz couldn't deny that there was some pleasure in the touch within her. On occasion it felt as if also tongue and not just a finger had made its way into her rear.

With a grunt of her own satisfaction, The Mistress withdrew her finger from betwixt Liz's arse, then parted their lips with a farewell peck. Under instinctual curiousity, the pirate turned and glimpsed a small tongue-like (though completely alien) creature now pinched in the bottom-pilfering seductress's hands. It had a a small puckered mouth with which it was reaching desperately towards the arse that it had presumably made its home.

"It's a lich," answered The Mistress to the silent question evident upon Liz's face. "They were especially devious perverts in their past lives." She smiled admirably upon the pink slug wiggling betwixt her fingers. "As punishment they now live only as tongues, but don't let their stature fool you. They're cunning and patient." Her eyes narrowed into an ireful glare. "I suspect this one was content to hide within you and avoid detection as long as possible. Rather boring really." With a huff she flung the tongue of her distaste quite vigorous distance from the mansion.

Briefly, Liz wondered how such a creature had managed to lick its way up her back passage so stealthily, but elected it better to keep focus on the moment. And in this moment she was naked. A fact she had started wishing would change sooner rather than latter. For while previous I did say she drew no current discomfort from her nudity, she had no intention to walk about Valhalla in merely her tattoos and jewellery. "Since ye've been so helpful in your touring thus far, I wonder if ye could tell me where to find some stitching to put upon me?" the pirate dared ask, a hint of caution in her voice for dealing with The Mistress had proven to be quite the coin toss when it can to outcomes. (And this case would be no exemption as you'll soon see).

The Mistress laughed. "Were you in my care I'd insist you keep your charming body exposed for a little longer," she mused lovingly stroking her whip as if it were a purring pet--a fact that might indeed be true for all Liz could imagine. "Perhaps than a harness if you were naughty enough," she trailed a finger in reverent framing of the other woman's breast. "But The Governess, feels somewhat differently," continued the vixing woman, doubtless savoring the unease she was enkindling in Liz. "So you'll be wearing this." She produced a small collection of adornments from behind her back, seemingly impossibly, but Liz was accustomed to such dissonance.

The pirate hoped more such spacial shenanigans were still at play for it appeared that all The Mistress held plattered for her were merely a handkerchief, a jumble of coins and jewelry, and a bombastic three corner hat. Now, the latter strutted quite captainly and Liz was in fact chuffed at the prospect of crowning herself with it, but at the prospect of wearing only it, she felt a fair more amount of squirm. For the thought of the rip roaring rover resigned to galavant with only a hat clutched tight to her else-bared bosom was not the least bit calming.

Hoping that making would follow faking, she placed the hat atop her head. Next Liz grabbed the small rectangle of cloth, turning it over in her hand in search of a way to double its size.

"You wrap it around your waist," provided The Mistress with a friendly nip of sarcasm.

Somewhat grateful she hadn't been asked to wrap it around her ankle, Liz arranged the cloth as a skirt. Which was a task it seemed shortly suited for. 'Twas styled like a pirate flag yet significantly smaller. It was incapable of satisfactorally covering the slogan of "Fancy a jolly rogering?" scandalously asked in ink upon Liz's mid thigh. Add to this, it could barely wrap around her hips and thus provided an enticing sliver of her thigh, and likely much more should a stiff breeze incline this flag-ly skirt to flap. The mere thought of how easy 'twould be to frivolously bare her bony bloom (which was now salaciously adorned with jewelry) brought a trembling blush to Liz's checks.

"And this is your top," illuminated The Mistress jingling the rather lacking assortment of chains and coins that Liz had earlier mistaken for a necklace. "I'll help you put it on," she informed while slithering behind the pirate.

As the glittering gild was placed upon Liz, she soon surmised her original assesment of likening this supposed top to a necklace was indeed correct. It bared thrice as much of her dairy as it covered; the only substance of this garment coming from the coins. And though there was enough golden doubloons to pay a sizable ransome, it felt more like a chimney sweeps pay when it was all that covered her bosom. This pitance was held upon her nipples by a web of jewellery-esque chains. 'Twas a basket hilt to cover her intimate mounds, Liz realized with growing anger towards her sparse adornment. Nay, for a basket hilt had rigidity even if it lacked opaqueness. This infuriating "shirt" lacked both and jingled like a bejewelled bell with each bounce of her young breasts.

"I suppose you'll want the rest," suggested The Mistress, while Liz attempt the impossible task of making her outfit dignified.

The pirate perked as expected when presented with the knowledge of more to wear. Mayhaps there'd be a captainly long-coat to cover this nonsense (and her near nudity).

But with an ivory crescent that evidenced her usual villainy The Mistress continued, "your boots are over there."

With scowl more directed at herself for allowing such a jape to be so easily played, the pirate approached the indicated footwear. Two boots stood unattended by a breathless chimney, which seemed an adequate spot to sit and equip them. They were stitched with the same subtle reds and bold golds as the bombastic 3-corner hat, which seemed a consolation. For if she couldn't be clad head to toe in proper attire, perhaps being clad head and toe would do.

Once laces had been tied, Liz ascended to her feet. Her new boots had more of a heel than she was used to, yet seemed quite comfortable nonetheless. The temptation to strike a stirn pose with her added height proved irresistible despite her lacking clothing.

"Now that your properly dressed, I'll introduce you to the other members of The Governess's estate," stated The Mistress while she placed a hand on the pirate's shoulder. "Off you go," directed The Mistress, and with a dirtily devilish push, she sent her rapscallion down the chimney.