One of the rooms

The longer Leanne spent in the hallway the more chance there was of somebody finding her dressed like that. She'd have a hard time explaining her current appearance with something believable. Instead she'd have to get out of sight rapidly and just hope she'd find some more clothes along the way.

Cautiously she set off down the corridor, listening intently for any signs of life in the rooms whilst nervously looking behind her to see if Mr. Richardson had decided to continue his pursuit. With every door she passed her anxiety increased until eventually she just decided to pick one and hope for the best. If there were any residents occupying it she'd just have to deal with it but it was better than walking down the corridor all day.

The room she chose belonged to a Mr. Toulon. There was no particular reason for choosing that door. Neither the name or the room number had any particular meaning for her. Warily Leanne eased the door open and peered inside. She couldn't see any signs of life but it was almost as gloomy as the corridor in there so she decided to call out before venturing further.

"Umm... H-Hello?" she held her breath as she waited for a response. There was no sound so she silently closed the door and entered fully. "Is... Is anybody in here?" There was still no answer from the dark and dingy bedroom allowing Leanne to finally breathe a sigh of relief. With no-one to explain her current state of undress to she could set about trying to find a suitable change of clothes uninterrupted. The room was as sparsely furnished as Mr. Richardson's room but there was at least a wardrobe so Leanne decided to start her search there.

She grabbed hold of the handle and was about to open it up when she spotted something out of the corner of her eye. She turned a little apprehensively and noticed a large doll sat in a chair facing her. It appeared to be made of wood and seemed kind of old. It was difficult to tell with it sitting down but Leanne guessed it was about a metre tall. The dark suit it was wearing was pretty fashionable but the one thing she didn't like was the creepy face. Maybe she was still a little stressed from what had happened earlier but there was something disturbing about it's eyes and horrible grin.

She tried to shake it off and return her focus to finding something to wear. Leanne opened the wardrobe and looked inside. As she searched amongst the assortment of old clothes she found nothing useful. Dejectedly she looked down at her dishevelled appearance wondering what she should do next. Her little vest top was almost see-through thanks to the copious amount of cum Mr. Richardson had soaked her chest with. "Maybe I could use one of those shirts." she thought aloud. "At least that would cover one problem."

Leanne grabbed one of the old man shirts hanging in the wardrobe and pulled it out. It was too oversized for her but she had very few other choices at the moment. Closing the wardrobe she hung the shirt on the handle and peeled off her soiled vest top. She began wiping off the dried goo from her bosom when she once again spotted the unusual doll.

It hadn't moved, Leanne was pretty sure of that, but there was something different about the suit. Her gaze fell on the crotch and a sizeable bump she hadn't noticed earlier. With her chest now clean she dropped her top on the floor and decided to investigate. She bent over in front of the doll, her bare breasts swaying in it's face, and reached inside the trousers. Leanne gave a sharp intake of breath as her hand found something solid. Intrigued to find out more she lowered the trousers and pulled the thing out. When she saw what it was another gasp escaped her lips. It was a dick!

"Do they actually make these things with... genitals?" asked Leanne, staring curiously at the firm shaft in her hand as she fingered with it. She was about to slip it back inside the trousers when she realised her **** playing had had an effect. The hard member was noticeably bigger than when she pulled it out. "How is that..."

Before Leanne could finish her thought she felt some pressure on the top of her head, forcing her down onto the cock. She gave a muffled cry of protest but with her mouth open the shaft slid between her lips, causing her to involuntarily fellate the hard wooden phallus. She fought fearfully against the **** holding her down and was eventually able free herself. Collapsing backwards on the floor and gasping for breath. As she looked up at the doll the creepy face had changed, it's disturbing grin much more sinister than earlier. Then suddenly it moved! The doll turned to face her before jumping down from the chair and walking towards her.

Leanne backed away in a panic but the doll was quick to reach her. Stopping as it stood between her thighs, his erect member pointing straight out in front of him. "Wh-Wh-What do you want?" she stammered.

The doll didn't answer. Instead he reached out his hand and pressed it against the gusset of her panties. The young woman squirmed awkwardly as the doll's tiny hand pushed her underwear inside her slit. "Mmmm..." groaned the doll, sticking out a revolting tongue as he licked his lips.

"You... You can talk?" asked Leanne, still bewildered at what was happening.

"Quiet, bitch!" yelled the doll as he continued to tease her hole. The formerly inanimate plaything then lent forward and, after dragging Leanne's panties to one side, stuck his tongue inside her pussy.

"Oh God!" she cried, tossing her head back as she fought unsuccessfully against enjoying the experience. Her breathing became heavier, the doll's hands and tongue working together to pleasure her aroused clit. She couldn't believe she was being licked out by a fucking doll. It was useless to fight against the stimulation. Instead she had to find some way to escape it. Swinging her hips she turned onto her stomach and began to hurriedly crawl away. However she wasn't fast enough.

"Where do you think you're going?" barked the doll. Grabbing her underwear by the waistband and tugging them down over her tight arse. Leanne gave a surprised squeak as her rear and pussy were exposed, her panties dragged down her thighs as the doll moved in close behind her.

Leanne braced herself for the impending penetration and released a moan of pleasure as the doll's member slid between her pussy lips. He wasted no time. Driving his cock forwards, exploring deep inside her slit with his wooden tool. She felt his tiny hands grip her arse while he groaned at the satisfaction her hot pussy was granting him. The young woman couldn't help but enjoy the experience herself, the diminutive figure clearly skilled at using his sizeable dick.

The strange pair were groaning in unison. Leanne offering encouragement while the doll yelled out obscenities. Eventually his level of arousal peaked and he was ready to orgasm. "Nnnggg... Fuck! I'm gonna fucking cum!" She could feel him doing his best to drag her further back onto his swollen shaft. Eager to reach as deep inside her as he could. "Get on your back, Slut! I wanna see your face when I cum all over you." The young woman did as she was ordered. Rolling over waiting for the doll's seed.

The doll stood between the naked girl's thighs, frantically stroking his cock. With a loud groan of pleasure he began to ejaculate. Spraying cum all over Leanne's pussy and stomach. Such was the **** of his orgasm that some even arced up and landed on her heaving breasts.

Leanne lay back breathing heavily after the climax of the strange, yet disturbingly erotic experience. After a few minutes she looked between her slick thighs but the creepy doll was gone. Her gaze returned to the chair where she had first seen him. Once again he was in the same position. Only now the protruding bulge in his pants had gone and the sinister grin was replaced by one of ecstasy. She wasn't sure what, if anything, to say so remained silent. Retrieving her discarded vest top she once again cleaned her soiled young body before tossing the ruined garment in the bin.

Leanne looked around the room. Only her panties remained from her original outfit, leaving her in a worse position than when she entered this room. She replaced her underwear and then grabbed the shirt from the hanger. It wasn't much but it would have to do under the circumstances. As she dressed Leanne tried to decide her next step.