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Leah stepped out of the elevator. Someone trained in reading subtle psychological tells would have immediately noted her repeated pursing of her lips, and the repetitive manner in which she clutched her handbag, while absently twirling fingers through her long, jet black hair. Of course that someone would have to be immune to her enormous sex appeal in order to observe the subtleties. The concierge looked up and smiled. It didn’t take much imagination or psychoanalytic knowhow to read the barely hidden lust that came over him as his eyes took her in. She gave him a token smile, while walking at a rapid pace in order to avoid needless conversation. He always flirted and spent too much time mentioning pointless inanities, but she didn’t have the time for that right now. She stepped out of the apartment building, sidestepping the valet, and hurrying with her head held down, leaving no room for interpretation of that gesture.Get the hell out of my way! I need to be somewhere!The vision was clear. Natalie, her roommate, was in a throne room, but she wasn’t on the throne. She was seated at the foot of the throne, on the floor, dressed in an animal hide that covered her ample bosom. She wore absolutely nothing below the waist, and a neatly trimmed pubic bush winked at the viewers of the scene. The room was filled with ominous figures, who seemed neither men nor women, who were in different poses of sexual congress, but appeared frozen, as though caught in a sudden ice floe. Every one of them seemed to be partially dressed in animal skins. Leah remembered different arrangements of animal bones strewn across the floor of the foggy vision. Similar arrangements were put on walls, being pinned into the walls using thin, sharp bones as makeshift nails. The occupant of the throne was the most compelling part of the vision. It was a woman, wearing an lion’s head to mask her face, and a voluptuous body that was stark naked, except for multiple bone necklaces Ankara bayan escort around her shoulders and presumably her neck, which was hidden under the lion’s head. Leah shook her head. It was insane that she was simply following a feeling. She knew that Natalie had been missing since the earlier night, and she also knew that there was a certainty about this vision that compelled action. She couldn’t really mention this vision to anyone without being laughed out of the room. What was that you said – your roommate is missing? What? You had a vision about it? And you didn’t call the cops? Get the fuck outta here! No, no – that wouldn’t do. That wouldn’t do at all. She hastened her pace, and felt it in her calves and her feet as she did so. The vision was compelling. She had to go there. She walked into the large public library at the Yonge and Bloor street intersection. It was packed, as it should be on any weekday afternoon. She didn’t understand this vision. She was currently smackdab in the heart of downtown Toronto, but the vision in her mind had taken hold of her movements and directed her here. She looked around. She passed water fountains that were built near the entrance, and barely took in large posters inviting patrons to come and visit a Japanese art exhibit. Her feet led her to the multiple swinging turnstiles that let you enter the main hall that lead into the library. Instinct made her shift rapidly to the right, avoiding a collision with a guy who was giving off a smell of vodka and ogling her. She made a beeline for the elevator bank that was on her right. Please be gone, please be gone, please be gone.She looked back. Vodka guy was staring in her direction, from the turnstiles, trying to decide whether he should badger her or not. Predatory types almost always look for hunched, submissive looking people. They usually avoid confident women. Square your shoulders, stand up straight Escort bayan Ankara and look like you would sock a bison if it got in your way. Leah stood up straight, and stared right back at Vodka man, while she awaited the elevators with a throng of people that showed off Canadian diversity. Vodka man exited the turnstile and left the library. Thank you Jesus, Buddha and Psych 101!All elevators were going up, except for one. She knew she had to take the one going down. She didn’t see anyone there who entered the down elevator, and wondered who had pressed the button. Perhaps she had and had forgotten. The elevator doors closed, and it started descending. Technically there were only a couple of levels below, but she heard and felt the rhythmic metallic noise of the elevator crossing a floor more than twenty times. She gulped. This seemed dangerous. It reminded her of the atavistic descent portrayed in Jacob’s Ladder. It was nothing alike, and yet there was a quality to it. The elevator doors opened with deliberate slowness, and she stepped out into what appeared to be a dark corridor with very faint phosphorescent lighting. She didn’t know what to do, when the lighting went off, and she was bathed in pitch blackness, not knowing where her feet were. Horror hit her in the pit of her belly, and almost as a reassurance from a force beyond her reckoning, a bright yellow light flooded the entire place. She wasn’t in a corridor anymore. She was in a large cave of some sort that was filled with animal hides, skulls, bones and artefacts. This cave was empty, but she could hear frantic breathing and groans from ahead of her from a ten foot high hole that was carved into the rock that formed the cave’s walls.There was no mistaking those sounds. The groans of human beings engaged in sexual debauchery. Her vision came back into her mind, as though she needed to be prepared before she happened upon the scene. A buffalo Bayan escort Ankara hide curtain hung in the opening, and she felt its coarse texture against her cheek as she walked through a rent in the hide. The first view of the scene from her vision was other worldly. Phosphorescent lighting that was both yellow and red lit up the chamber, which was a hall that was roughly as large as a large auditorium in a university. Leah saw multiple couples engaged in erotic roleplaying. There was a light skinned man on her right, wearing a buffalo head, and stark naked, and dripping with sweat and oil. His penis was inserted into the anus of an ebony woman with gigantic breasts, who wore a spotted yellow leopard head. Her coal black eyes peered through the leopard head, fixing Leah with a lustful stare. Leah, unnerved by the directness of that stare, looked away, and saw an Asian woman, who wore only what looked like a squirrel skin to cover the lower half of her face. A large animal penis had been grafted onto the squirrel skin, and was nearly a foot long. The woman was moving her chin rapidly, so that the business end of the animal penis was plunging into another woman who wore what looked like a black latex mask over her entire face, except for the ecstatic blue eyes that peered out from the eye holes. She had wavy blonde hair that shone eerily in the phosphorescent light. Leah noted at least two dozen scenes of sexual congress, with women sucking off men, men orally pleasuring women, transsexual pre-op women anally or orally penetrating men and women,  orgiastic threesomes and foursomes of all genders and a variety of races, but the common thread was the animal skins or animal heads that masked the identity of most of the participants. There was a throaty scream of a couple wearing deer heads orgasming like animals in heat to her right, and the frantic to and fro of a woman with a zebra head mask being double penetrated by two men wearing puma head masks on her left. There was the sadistic throat gagging that a transsexual woman with a metallic golden mask was giving a woman in another corner, who wore a giraffe head mask, and the rhythmic handjob that a man with a buffalo head mask was giving another transsexual woman wearing a cerval head mask. 

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