Madame Faux

Finally, after all the screams of **** and desire, one voice echo through the madness. You think you are saved when you look at her. A woman dressing a red and black corset, with her hair half blond and half brunette, pale skin and big massive breast, step on stage. You look at her **** shape, looking too thin for her breast and ass. She stops her black high heels in front of your face and takes your leash, guiding you off the stage. On your way to your new carriage, a splendid and elegant horse drag carriage, the people spit at you and laugh, enjoying your suffering. The woman in the corset doesn’t do anything.

-Hop on, darling.- Says to you once you reach the carriage. You go in, siting on its comfortable black sofas. Once you are in, she enters and closes the door, making the inside darker.

-So, you’re Freva…- She looks at you with interest, and then takes your hand. –I’m Madame Faux, enchanté.- She kisses your hand, leaving a dark mark from her lipstick. You feel a little light headed tho.

-Thanks for saving me.- You say looking at your feet.

She shrugs and pulls out of a compartment a smoking pipe. She pours some blue dust in it, and pulls out a box of matches.

-So… Where are you going to let me free?- You try to look at her, at her electric blue eyes.

She lights the pipe and blue smoke surrounds the carriage. –Oh sweetie, you will know soon enough.-

You cough after you inhale the blue smoke. Although it smells nice, you start to feel dizzy, only to fall **** on your sit.