Ursula As Vanessa Costume Novels & Stories

Lisa said, looking into her eyes. "My cloths?" "You heard me, slave. Remove your cloths." Lisa repeated and Vanessa hesitated before undoing the buttons of her gown. I less than a minute, she was standing on her bra and pantie. She stopped and looked up at Lisa. "I want you naked. Remove your bra and panties. Pull them off." "You have seen my nakedness anyway." Vanessa said with a trace of anger in her voice and went on to unhook her bra. She removed her bra and pulled down her panties.

Joel croaked. “Think of this as judgement day,” Vanessa said from the shadows. I sat shirtless in the armchair facing the bed, legs spread. “You know,” I said calmly, “I always trusted you both so much. But I think it’s time for your own taste of medicine.” Chloe cooed. “Alex, baby…what’s this?” “Shhh. Enjoy.” Vanessa strutted out in a black lace lingerie that barely covered anything, thigh high boots, a leather whip in one hand with an eye mask dangling from her other fingers.

“Excuse me—what the hell are you doing?” We both turned. Vanessa stood at the entrance of the dorm lounge, her hair freshly done, blonde curls falling neatly down her shoulders, clips still holding parts of it in place like she had just stepped out of a salon. Her makeup was done, flawless, and she wore a pink robe that looked way too expensive to just be casually thrown on. Oliver immediately raised his hands. “Not my business,” he said, backing away slowly like he didn’t want to get caught in whatever was about to happen.

Ethan walked closer, patting Miguel on the back. At the far end of the beach stood Vanessa. She was dressed in a black gown and a black mask that hid her identity very well was on her face. Vanessa watched the coffin slowly disappear into the sea, and a cruel smile curled on her lips. “Good riddance, Isabella,” she whispered coldly. “I hope the ocean keeps you forever… because the world is far better without you in it.” *** Andrea walked into the main living room to see Vanessa chatting with his mom.

The maids looked at them in confusion, especially questioning the dresses they were wearing. Using their other free hand, Ivan squeezed their skirt so as not to trip over when Ursula invited them to run until they arrived at Ursula’s room. "Ursula? Why have you brought me here?" they asked, increasingly confused, when the woman released her grip and slammed the door to the room. Not answering their questions, Ursula pushed them until they fell on the bed. Over and over again, Ivan found themselves swallowing hard at Ursula's unusual expression as she licked her lower lip, staring slowly at their bodies still clad in dresses.

The man yelled and slammed his hand on the table. " Rex cool down, we will strike when the time is right, we need lots of preparation you know old soldier never dies, we need to have a solid plan for the mission " Vanessa said and stood up form her seat. She pulled off her fur jacket and her sexy body was showing. She was putting on a Transparent black gown with no undies, shark could clearly see everything and he swallow a Invisible lump. No man in this world could ever resist Vanessa,her body was like a temple that men worships.

Soft music hummed in the background, barely loud enough to cover the tension thickening the air. Vanessa sat on the velvet couch, one leg crossed lazily over the other. Her makeup was bold....dark liner accentuating her sharp eyes, wine-colored lipstick smudged just enough to suggest recklessness rather than carelessness. Her dress clung to her curves, short and daring, the kind she would never dare wear inside the Hale mansion. She had snuck out without anyone knowing, carefully preserving her good-girl image while spending the night indulging her wilder side. “What the hell is wrong with Lucas?” she snapped, her voice cutting through the room as she glared at the man standing opposite her.

Superstition clung to the walls like dust. Elena stood in front of her dressing-room mirror, alone. The costume was little more than gold body paint and chains that draped across her breasts and hips, leaving back, sides, and most of her ass bare. Her skin shimmered under the lights, every muscle carved sharp from weeks of starvation and obsession. She looked like a blade dipped in honey. Valeria knocked once and entered without waiting. She wore the Slave costume again: black straps, collar, nothing else. The leather had been adjusted since the gala; now it framed her completely naked cunt, lips already slightly swollen, as if her body knew what was coming.

"I’ve done nothing to you, so stop playing these twisted games with me!" Ursula's gaze burned an icy blue, and her smile tightened into something violent. Her contours were hard and inhuman, her complexion was an abnormal pale silver, as if all life had vanished from her. Her untamed, wayward hair swirled and moved as if it had a life and a mind of its own outside her control. Clad in a flowing, tattered robe made of what seemed like raven feathers, she moved with a ghostly grace, each step causing the ground beneath her to crack like thin ice.

“Look who came. Want to join in our little fun activity?” Annie giggled, her hands slowly buckling up my pants before she stood on her feet. I pushed off the chair and it was sent spiraling to the other side of the room. “Vanessa..” My eyes dragged over her body slowly—dressed in a purple gown, a slit at the side, exposing her long legs. Her hair was curled, a few strands falling over her shoulder. Smoky eyes, nude lip gloss—she wasn’t extra. But also not less.