I packed my one pistol with five extra mags in my suitcase, and put the other one on in its customary shoulder holster. Kat was watching me, but just ...miled at me when I caught her watching. I finished packing and set my suitcase by hers at the door. I asked her if she had her passport in her purse. She just smiled and nodded yes. I walked over to where she was sitting on the bed and kissed her, getting weak kneed as usual by the time it was over. I got down on one knee and looked up at her. "Are you ready Queen Sally?" Yes"She lifted her skirt and crinolines and deposited them over my head,reaching down my back where it was bare at the halter and caressing itwith the soft petticoats, at least in the parts between that armrestraint. All I could see were crimson red colours everywhere and Janekept moving her petticoats around me, rubbing my back with them asSamantha continued to rub my legs, both above and over the stockings andoccasionally straying to my panty covered bottom.Then. Once out of sight Elena changed form. She wasn't herself though -- she would switch to her original (or revised) form in stages as she roamed around the house. One journey allowed her to unlock the bathroom door and then she stood back in the lounge and waited for Maureen to be discovered. Would Francine get there first?Elena, once again herself in Piratical costume, wasn't idle as she waited though. She had some other little tricks like resting her hand on the rim of a punch bowl as she used. I searched every nook and cranny and tried to find some means of escape. I couldn't figure out how I had wound up here.Brrrrrrrrrmp!Flaps in the ceiling, near the walls, opened up and a blue mist started to pour into the apartment. The mist had an unnatural weight to it as it quickly pooled around my feet.I looked for a means of escaping the rising gas. In the end, the best I could do was stand on the headboard of the bed and wait. The gas slowly rose, but with time my panic receded. There was.