The womb rattled, milk oozing from its fabric as slowly, it started to rip. The Governess watched, gazing upon the inky blackness that lingered in between the ruined fabric as the egg breaks open. Rose stirs within, reaching out to the light... changed, improved, ready.
The Governess smiles, the creature that was Rose smiles. This will be a halloween to remember.
Roxy sniffed the hallway, trying to catch a whiff of... something. Truely, the top heavy super sleuth didn't know what she was supposed to find in the odor of the Manor that she was failing to see with her eyes... but well, sleuth had origin in tracking dogs, and she was trying to mantain character.
While Roxy had joined Sassacare's college to investigate her mother's disapperance... all leads have dried up around the iron cane of the beautif- dangerous Colonel Redglare. Every trail ended with her toned body and predatory smile, but it stopped dead there! There was no way to move past that inassaiable wall of self assuredness, even the thought of trying made her knees quiver. Quiver in fear! And thats it.
However, Halloween approached and while she had spare a single button of this Sherlock outfit, the hat had made her feel rather dapper, so she had decided to give another go. Shockingly, it actually worked, the first woman she interrogated didn't even look her in the eye when they cracked, her eyes just drifting downward. Anyway, in exchange for only 3 squeezes of her lap drowning rack, she was told that this manor was actually purchased from her Mother when she joined! That HAD to have clues.
And so far she found... nothing. But a very promising nothing! These walls were covered in masks and lace run round the ceiling. It was very spooky and sinister seeming. Plus everything smelled like... brandy?
Oh maybe there was a speakeasy here! That would mean a secret passage which would mean clues!
Suddenly, there was a click sound as a portrait fell over, revealing a dumbwaiter. In a hallway? How mysterious... Roxy bounced over, sticking her head inside to look at the containts of the compartment... only for the dumbwaiter to suddenly rocket down, and poor top heavy Roxy, who made the mistake of using the convinent shelf as a rest for her heaving tits, fell down with her.
Roxy plopped, suspeciously safely, upon a fine persian rug, the glittering red emblazoned with iron chains. The sleuth blinked, looking up, and up, till she found a door.
The door was heavy stone, carved from granite and marble and featuring a mural depicting something the lighting was too dim to make out... What did show through was the heavy iron bars that sealed the doorway shut, keeping anyone from getting in.
Or out, Roxy realized with a smile, staring up at the rapturous effigy of herself blazoned upon the door. After all, this WAS the cage. Their was a creak above, and Roxy looked up with hope at the glittering yellow jewels staring back.
"Mommy!" Roxy cheered arms aloft as she jumped up, her feat never reaching the floor as she was plucked in place by silken ropes that fell from the ceiling just to hoist her up, up to the glittering beaty that was her mothers gaze.
Glittering rose and jade bands alteranated as Roxy went up, up, up, along a long serpentine neck of jewelry that lined the throat of her mother, the floor vanishing into darkness as the Mother moved closer, the scent of brandy everywhere. A smile of sunlight graced her mothers lips, her mothers head starlight concealled under a hood and mask, so that when her lips parted golden light spilled away. And at the moment her grin usured in dawn with its wideness... revealing everything.
Everything. Roxy couldnt help but look down, upsidedown as she was, she could see the bulging bossom she mistook as the floor of the cage before, the rug merely a dress that covered the heaving bossoms and yet, hid nothing, just capping at the halfway point of two waterfalls of milk that quitely flowed around the living mountain. Her ass was infinite, a wide chasm that could bear a entire brood in a single push. Her Mother was more then massive, she was a ecosystem, entire lives and cultures devoted around the niches and needs of her desires. Roxy was no different.
Well that wasn't true. Roxy squirmed in her bindings. After all, she was here now when the rest of the cult just dreamed.
Cuffs shook as a finger was lifted, the offending digit as thick as Roxy's thigh, and it trailed along her body like it was inspected a toy.
Roxy could be that, for mother she could be anything.
She didn't say that outloud but the Mother heard it anyway, kissing Roxy in thanks upon her forehead. It was almost chaste in a way that nothing else about Mother Manacles was. Including the feeling. Roxy trembled, a feeling of shame washing over herself as she climaxed, right in front of her mother.
Watch. Mother Manacles ordered, with the same poignant and finality any god will have to a oracle, and Roxy was happy to obey, happy to feel her mothers silks wrap around her, slipping inside her silly costume. Happy to have the phony investigator outfit stripped away, to feel the shackles milk her like her mother. But mostly?
She was happy to be home.
