Disoriented, Victoria slowly opened her middle. She was sitting in an arm chair and realized she was naked. One arm shot across her chest covering her tits while the former arm darted between her legs hiding the curly maculation of whisker she kept trimmed. St ill in a semi-confused province of head she looked around saw ... nothing, virtually cipher. Every way she looked all there was was darkness, seemingly going on forever except above her, there, the only thing other that darkness was a single light shining down causing a circular soma on the floor.

"Why there ?"she wondered stretching her head word forward unsuccessfully trying to inspect the area,"What makes that spot so special ?"

Her curiosity finally getting the better of her, capital of Seychelles slid across to the edge of the professorship and started to stand up keeping as lots of herself covered as potential rising off the chair in a semi-crouching position, moving the one arm from her crotch so the attached hand could cover as much of the gap of her ass as possible.

retention her knees together, she slid her purple shoes ..."purple shoes ?"she thought, and, looking at the horseshoe, she noticed, except for the colouration, they resembled Dorothy 's from the thaumaturge of Oz, shiny, cute bow, slight heel."I do n't own purple horseshoe ”.

She continued her shuffled manner of walking toward the lighted floor area until, an estimated five feet away, she could read the row 'STAND Here'stated within the R-2 of light.

"Yeah, right, ”, Victoria said to no one in specific,"here I am, introductory birthday wooing, well, plus shoes, and I 'm going into the spotlight ? I do n't cogitate so."

Queen Victoria muddled an about face planning to devolve to the armchair but could n't see it. Assuming it was n't seeable, but still there, she resumed her shuffle, but this metre away from the light.

After various minutes she thought,"Odd, I did n't imagine I travelled this far before."She turned slightly to look behind her and was surprised to see she was still only about five feet from the circle of light focused on the 'STAND Hera'words.

She shuffled some more, still no armchair and, upon checking, still only five feet from the highlighted words.

"mulct,"she conceded stepping into the light,"Anything else ? ”.

It came from nowhere, everywhere, maybe only in her mind, the single word, 'DANCE'.

The phone resonated through her judgement, through the ( room ? ), through her trunk and she felt it. Unknowingly, her munition started to move away from her covering her organic structure, her hips started to gyrate, her hale body started to carry to an unknown, unheard, non-existent music. With each movement of her consistency, her fervidness for exemption grew. No longer feeling modesty, she was thankful not to have the restrictions of vesture. Her apparent movement helped with the uncaring display her body to anyone, everyone, and no one, feeling she had nothing to hide and hid zippo. Vehemently her actions continued and soon she found them more than enjoyable, they became exciting, arousing, needing.

She threw herself to the storey, spreadeagled, then slowly pulled her upper body back causing her hips to rise, supported by her knees, felt the leave of her ass cheeks knowing this would stimulate her vagina to slowly open in display to anyone and everyone who might be watching. She did n't handle. She was gratis, free of shame, free of modesty, free of everything, everything but the need to trip the light fantastic, the motivation to delight in her opportunity to convey herself with the most stimulated waiver of cacoethes and emotion.

She jumped to her base, pulled her arms out to her sides, pulling them back, forcing her to thrust out her bureau like a sprinter crossing a finish line, enjoying the way her tits electrical shock and bounced in reaction to her movements.

Her sleeve came back to her dead body, this time rubbing and massaging rather then covering her bosom. She relished the belief of her hired man on her organic structure and the opinion they created between her pegleg as they slowly and tenderly glide down her consistence toward impending gratification.

The non-existent musical rhythm to which she was dancing increased in tempo and her kernel pace and urging for freedom began to emulate the momentum as she acknowledged the increase of roue flow to her vagina and button by breathing starting to pant heavily. She had to focalise the decision of her will power over her body to repel the effects of exhaustion creeping into the build of her movements.

One handwriting reached the beginning of her pubic tuft and as it teasingly played it 's way toward it 's ultimate goal, the other hired hand reversed direction to resume massaging her white meat and playing with the already hardened nipples.

With the one hand reaching the offset of her cleft of pleasance the other hand pulled an exposed tit and squeezed hard. Letting out a gasp of mixed delight and painful sensation, Victoria slid two fingerbreadth inside her wanting slit and started rubbing where she knew her finger's breadth would have the most affect while the other hand tried to reproduce the sensory faculty of the self inflicted pleasure/discomfort on her early nipple.

Her finger worked her joy point severe and combined with the nipple penalisation sensations Victoria felt herself reaching the peak of no regaining when, ,, ,,

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, she heard her consternation go off.

"You could n't have waited another minute or two ?"she screamed at her clock as she slammed it off,"Fine, I 'll do it myself"she stated hoping to unblock her need in, and with, the exhibitioner. She got up from her bed and, noticing the strange dampness of her Night wearing apparel, went to slip her foot into her slider which had suddenly become purple, glistening, bow decorated shoes.

The End .