Storytime!

Britney was guided slowly by Marie through Mr. Lash's freak show of a house, suckling all the while. After a time they came to an ornate door carved with images of women being fucked. Marie opened it and gestured for Britney to enter. She shuffled inside, her shapely thighs making rubbing sounds against the ridiculous diaper.

The room was as disorienting as all the others, seeming to go on forever. The floor was a black and white checkerboard, but the lines weren't straight and the squares were different sizes. There were rows and rows of bookshelves that towered up and out of sight. They were lined with an infinite assortment of ancient tomes.Mr. Lash was seated in the middle of the room in a plush antique chair. In front of him was a fire-pit, the rooms only illumination. He beckoned to her and she obeyed.

He pointed to the floor when she came near him, his power forcing her to her hands and knees. She was **** to crawl the final few feet to him like the baby she was trapped as. He whisked her up and onto one knee.

"Time for a story..."