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Lady Ann's Fantasy Dolls Celeste's Story and Room | |
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Celeste's Story and Room My name is Sara. That was before I made a trip through Lady Ann’s Brothel on that fateful night that changed my life forever. One evening as I was in the Brothel, I decided to make a tour of the premises to see what was there that I had not seen in past visits. As I walked to the back of the main area, I found myself presented with two hallways to go down, so choosing the one to my left, I proceeded to walk down the hallway. I paused before a door that was locked upon my trying to open it. A look at the sign upon the door said “Do Not Enter if Faint of Heart”. That was all I needed to read, and I continued down the hallway. The next door had a signed posted that simply read, “Are You Feeling Lucky Today ?” I decided my luck was not worth pressing, so I passed by that room as well. Thenext door I approached had no sign, but there was the handle to open the door. I reached and to my surprise, the handle moved down and as I pushed, I heard the sound of rusty hinges protesting as I slowly opened the door. I reached for the light switch, but upon finding none readily available, I stepped into the room and with the illumination from the hallway lights, I was able to read another sign mounted on the opposite side of the door. It simply said, “You Opened the Door, How Far Do You Venture ?” I pushed the door further open, trying to light as much of the entrance as I could but to no success. I kept my hand in contact with the door and at the slightest push of the door, the hinges reminded me of their rusted condition as they creaked in protest. I took two steps into the room and paused, listening for any sound that may arise. Upon taking two more steps, my hand lost contact with the door, and I froze for a moment, my ears listening for any sound. I decided this was far enough, and I quickly turned and exited the room, stopping only to tug the door closed to the sound of squeaking hinges. I look up to see a security camera red light come on, and with a smile on my face, I wave, figuring Draz was checking on my whereabouts and to what extent I was making worthwhile discoveries. I move down the hallway and pause before another large door with a sign lettered as follows: “Welcome to Draz’s Private Quarters, You Will Be Elevated to Levels You Had No Idea Existed.” I can’t help but chuckle and move past the door to proceed down the softly lit hallway. At the end of the hallway I come across a split as the hallways now go left and right. I look right, then turn left and start to walk down this hallway. As I move down the hallway, I do not encounter any doors, so after moving fifty feet or so, I turn and backtrack and proceed down the other. After no more than ten feet, I come across a stairwell that goes up a floor. I start up the stairs and upon reaching the next level is a nondescript door that I easily open and walk through. Again I am presented with the option of going left or right, so I walk a few feet left, turn and walk back to the right. I see doors with various numbers on them, and I draw the conclusion these are the doors for the rooms used by the working ladies in entertainment of the Brothel’s clients. As I look around once more it comes to me that perhaps this stairwell is to allow a client a means of rapid escape from the Brothel should the need arise. I walk down the steps and move further down the right hallway. I approach another simple looking door with a lovely lace curtain on it, and upon pulling the curtain aside, I see part of the Brothel parking area, and nod that my supposition about the stairs was correct. What happened after this is purely a matter of fate, bad luck, or whatever one wishes to attribute it to. As I turn again to move down the hallway, I just happened to observe what appears to be a raised seam in the wall. I cannot help myself and reach to touch the seam. As I do, there is a motion and to my utter surprise, the wall moves inward, revealing another mass of black void. I take a step, then another .... listen, take another step, pause .... listen and take a third step into the blackness. As I clear the wall, it closes behind me, and I find myself in the midst of this void, my heart pounding at a rate that would qualify as a case of cardiac arrest. I close my eyes to reassure myself I am fine, I can get out, there has to be another seam like I found to trigger the wall to open. As I stand in the void, I swore there was a tug of my dress, or did I think there was, and already I am scared that my sanity is being challenged in this abyss. I gather my wits long enough to think a plan through to find a way out from this room. Just as I am about to turn to retreat to the wall, there is another tug upon the dress and I flail with my arms, but simply feel them move through the air with no resistance or object encountered. I stay in place, take a few breaths to calm myself, then feel the dress tugged a third time. The force of the tug brings me to my knees and again I flail with my arms but no contact is encountered. I remain in a knelt position, straining to pick up any sound from within. But there is no sound, and I decide to sit and try to back my way over the floor to the wall, and perhaps from there, maneuver my way along the wall. I spin my legs around, and after sitting on the floor, I start to back, and to my relief make contact with what I am sure is the wall. I run my hand on the supposed wall, hoping to find that magical seam, but there is none. I stand slowly, pause and listen, then take a step to my right and keep the hand touching upon the wall in hopes of finding that seam. I swing my left arm, using it as a precaution should I encounter something along my trek. I take two more steps, then feel my butt very forcefully grabbed and squeezed. I scream and flail my arms back, but again I make no contact with anything but the wall. I take two quick steps, hoping the suddenness of my move gets me away from whatever else is obviously in here. As I turn my head back, I see what appears to be a small light. I blink a couple of times, wondering if again my sanity is being put to the test, but there it is, a small light that appears. I drop to my knees and move along the wall, focused on the tiny illumination. I hear what sounds like a small whirr, and wonder if that is coming from the light. I crawl a little more, and lean over to see what I have discovered. As I am about to touch the light, the light suddenly grows painfully bright to blind my eyes for the moment. There are two large flashes that further the blinding of my eyes, and then I feel the prick in my neck and slowly the blindness darkens as I go unconscious. When my eyes open, and as I look around, I see that I am in a room somehow associated with the dolls that are available to Brothel clients. There is something that feels different about my body. And to my horror, I start to realize what has happened. I am now one of those “room dolls”. No wonder my skin feels different and my breasts feel much larger. There is a small voice that I hear coming from what must be a speaker somewhere. “You are now one of the prized dolls of Room 17 of Lady Ann’s Brothel. You skin will feel like that of a love doll, your figure has been enhanced to make you voluptuous and desired. Your head now has a beautiful set of blonde curls, but you will also when necessary become a lovely raven haired lass, or perhaps a lovely lustful brunette, or even a fiery redhead with burning desire and passion to please your suitor.” The voice continues in its slow drone. “You will be known as Hot Celeste, for the sole purpose of being a love doll at Lady Ann’s Brothel. Your date of creation has been registered as August 6, 2015. Your brain will serve only as means of enhancing your sexual experiences with your suitors. Your body will be in a constant state of arousal, you will be ready to please anyone who selects you from the doll assortment.” Hands move me around, and I find myself eye to eye with Belinda, the lead doll of the love dolls. I swear her eyes blink and her mouth turns into a small smile. I can tell my body is being dressed, and again the hands turn me to a full length mirror, and my mind screams in horror at the image I see. I am in fact a doll, my body is dressed in the cutest pink dress imaginable. The dress is lifted to reveal a slip that hugs my body to perfection. The slip is lifted to reveal the pink panties that cover my doll mound, and as the panties are lowered, I can see the finely crafted sex. It is a perfect as can expected with the lips of my sex looking like a pair of lips, ready to part to receive the manhood of her suitor. The sensation about my sex as the panties are put back into place is incredible. I feel my nipples to be very stiff and large. And just as I am about to mentally scream, the room goes dark. The next time my eyes open, I find my body propped in a bed opposite Belinda and Tootsie. The bed shows signs of having being used for a long period of time, and I can see the beds Belinda and Tootsie are propped upon show the same use. As my eyes move around, I look into another mirror that is positioned to show my doll body. This time my body is attired in a cute yellow baby doll with lots of lace on the bodice and the bottom is quite lacy and cutely ruffled as well. I see my blonde hair, well down my shoulders and back and it covers a well crafted set of breasts that are at least twice the size of my original breasts. There is a choker around my neck. On the nameplate it reads ”Hot Celeste”. I swear that Tootsie turned to Belinda and in her own soft doll like voice said, “She is a cutie isn’t she? Wait till the guys of the fleet spend time with her.” To spend time with Hot Celeste Although shes a doll, she lives, she breathes, she feels. A real woman trapped in a sex doll existance She responds best to those who interact with her in the room. Spend time talking in the room She would love to fulfill your fantasy Hear a tune youd like to dance to ..ask Celeste for a dance See an admin to make arrangements. Her Room is room 17. We treasure our dolls as much as our girls . No abuse will be tolerated . 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