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Mistress Laurie releases her grip on Britney's ass. "Okay, Britney, you and Missy may go back to Missy's quarters. You will wait there until given further instructions by either me or Christina."
"Christina?" you wonder. "Who is that?"
You and Britney, still wearing your tutus, turn mechanically and walk to your quarters. Once you are both in your quarters, the door shuts behind you automatically. You both regain the ability to move of your own free will.
"No!" Britney shouts. "I've got to get out of here!" She turns toward the door and grasps the knob. You are surprised to see that the door opens. She takes a step out of the room . . . and promptly loses control again. Her body, controlled by Mistress Laurie's magic, turns around and goes back into the room. The door once again shuts itself, only this time you hear a "click."
As soon as the door locks, Britney regains her freedom of movement. She falls to her knees and pounds the floor in frustration. You bend down next to her to try to comfort her. "It'll be all right," you tell Britney, not sure of what to say.
Britney does not make eye contact with you. Looking down at the floor, she says wearily, "This has to be a bad dream. This can't be real. I'm just tired from doing so much touring, and I'm having a bad dream. That's all this is."
"Maybe you're right," you tell her encouragingly, even though you are about 99% certain that this is no dream.
A voice in the hallway interrupts your conversation. The voice is not one you recognize, but you can tell that it is a young woman.
"Yoo hoo, Missy and Britney? Are you in there, my little sweethearts?" the voice calls, sounding like some sort of a young ditzy girl.
The door opens, and in walks a woman, roughly in her early 20s, with long blonde hair put up into pony tails. She is wearing a pink dress with a very short skirt and puff sleeves. The skirt of her dress is "poufed up" by a petticoat underneath. The dress is a slutty, adult version of something a little girl about age 4 or 5 might wear. The woman's feet are perched on a pair of white high heels.
You and Britney rise slowly to your feet. The ditzy woman prances up to the two of you with a very dainty movement of her feet and legs. She kisses each of you on the cheek before you can protest.
"Oh, my little dears!" she cries happily in an alto voice as sexy as your own, although her tone is different from yours in that she sounds more like a stereotypical dumb blonde. "We will have such fun together! I've always wanted dollies like you!"
"By the way," she adds, "allow me to introduce myself. I'm Christina." She grabs each edge of her skirt with her hands and performs a little curtsey.
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