You walk around aimlessly in the strange place. You are uncertain what to expect. "Hello happy friend!" cries a giggling grey skinned in a pink leotard and pink cape. She seems pretty pleased. "So whats up sexy girl?" she asked.
"Just a little lost!" you state. "Well come with me, I'll help you out. My name is Rachel Waters! What's your name?" she asked. You reply that you are undercertain. She smiles at you and takes your hand. "Goth girls are pretty!' she exclaimed. You privately are quite take with this pretty girl.
You walk, holding hands until you reach a brook. TO your delight, she strips down to her brithday suit. "Come on let's get naked!" she cried, pulling down your pants and panties, eyeing your naked slit. She proceeds to strip you of all your clothes and celebrates by kissing your lips. You immediately kiss back and you are on top of her kissing her soft lips, while her hands playing mischeviously across your bottom.
You find a burning need to laugh as her finger tickle your bum. Suddenly you are howling as the water from the brook takes flight and begins to tickle your cheeks with interest, while the water becomes fingerlike and begin to explore the rest of your body. You will tickles on your breasts, under your arms, across your soles and into your sensitive belly button.
You howl crying for Rachels' help, who resorts to tickling you between your legs. You howl and plead, overwhelmed with sensations.
Stop, stop! Please, I'll do anything!
Suddenly it stops and you fall to the ground where Rachel is giggling. For a minute, you feel numb. When your mind readjusts to normal levels of information, you become aware of a strange, light burning on your chest.
The mirror suddenly reappears and you face it again, you see the tattoo on your heart has changed. You moaned a little as Rachel gently plays with your slit. The clock face, once devoid of numbers, with the hands roughly at one suddenly changes as the roman numeral "II" sears into place.
Twelve times the pledge. Twelve times the sign.
Whatever game you're playing, you just lost Round Two, thanks to the maniacal Rachel who grins and pull her tongue at you. Catching me if you can, she states wigglign her round behind before running towards the water.
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