Opensesame54321
Lost in Limbo
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Shannon stood there stunned for a moment before his orders kicked her into movement. The smell of his seed (for that must have been what it was) fill her nostrils and she rushed to grab the towels, wiping and scrubbing the bits of the white stuff from her breast, stomach and hips. She could feel his eyes on her, as if proud of the mess he had made. But in her mind, the man was a pig, and she really could not wait to take a bath and scrub the smell of him off of her body.
The skin where she had scrubbed took on a rosy hue, but she knew that within 30 minutes her skin would be back to its freckled paleness. She glanced in the mirror and saw her pale face, the freckles standing out. On one cheek was a fair sized bruise from where her dad had backhanded her, making her look somehow more fragile.
The last place she cleaned was the floor and as she stood up, Marcus pitched a dress at her. He didn't say anything and she didn't ask. She merely slid into the gown. With no underwear on, she felt so exposed. She could almost swear that the red hair at the apex of her legs was faintly visible through the silky material, as were her rosy nipples, but perhaps it was all in her mind.
She had to admit that the dress fit like it was made for her, and normally she would never be caught in something so daring.
Her hair spoiled the effect as she still had it tied back with the rubber band so she reach back and removed the elastic. Her hair fell around her shoulders in a red curtain. Shiny and slightly wavy, it would remind one of Veronica Lake were she around yet, as it curved over her right eye and a curl on the end circled where her right areola would be were she naked.
She waited to see if this was the look he wanted.
The dress
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/89/79/32/897932c4367742c93ccf72f2284ef453.jpg
The skin where she had scrubbed took on a rosy hue, but she knew that within 30 minutes her skin would be back to its freckled paleness. She glanced in the mirror and saw her pale face, the freckles standing out. On one cheek was a fair sized bruise from where her dad had backhanded her, making her look somehow more fragile.
The last place she cleaned was the floor and as she stood up, Marcus pitched a dress at her. He didn't say anything and she didn't ask. She merely slid into the gown. With no underwear on, she felt so exposed. She could almost swear that the red hair at the apex of her legs was faintly visible through the silky material, as were her rosy nipples, but perhaps it was all in her mind.
She had to admit that the dress fit like it was made for her, and normally she would never be caught in something so daring.
Her hair spoiled the effect as she still had it tied back with the rubber band so she reach back and removed the elastic. Her hair fell around her shoulders in a red curtain. Shiny and slightly wavy, it would remind one of Veronica Lake were she around yet, as it curved over her right eye and a curl on the end circled where her right areola would be were she naked.
She waited to see if this was the look he wanted.
The dress
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/89/79/32/897932c4367742c93ccf72f2284ef453.jpg