We giggled like…

So odd. Centuries. Millennia. Thousands of years recorded since The Hit. No idea how long before that, did a dying world sling this desperate gamble straight up, off the galactic plane.

Did they know what-

No, Caitlynn. Here and now. Marion. MariOHGOD her fingers!

I let out a happy, mewling moan, my ankles nearly buckling in these incredibly tall heels. I slump back against the wall, HAVE to slump back against the wall, Marion's fingers aren't letting my legs work right now. Everything is pink and *wonderful.*

I don't know how long. But the haze clears and my eyes slowly roll back together, focusing on Marion's smiling face.

>> stringy hair, wild eyes, sharpened teeth, Marion leers, hull cutter swings up and out through my sternum-

"Mmmmm. Ready for your next lesson, little schoolgirl…?" she murmurs to me.

Untold Millennia have we been hurtling through the black. Untold millennia since a body or mind considered 'school age' walked these decks. Hell, The Machine means we don't need schools at all.

And yet-
Marion had hauled me off as quick as she could to one of the prep rooms. The Captain knows how EVERYTHING works, she chided me, as she pinched one certain thread on my work overalls and they just… Unraveled in front of everyone, leaving me shrieking and naked as she hustled me through the doors.

Part of me wanted the shower to be sexy. I wanted to touch her, hold her. But Marion was quick, scrubbing me clean. She already knew exactly what I was going to wear.

>>rusting iron pipe fittings at my wrists, ankles, neck. The worn hoe leaving blisters and splinters as I try to turn the sewage into soil. Plants struggling to turn green instead of sickly yellow. I stumble. "Lazy BITCH!" Marion yells, and viciously yanks my collar chain. The hacksaw blade races through my neck-

She spent so much time with the brush. It was so magical as she worked my hair. I… I actually came, just from her soft hands
>>crushing my throat
brushing out my hair.

… Twice.

I'm so lonely
>>hiding
working in Engineering, I guess.

I closed my eyes and relaxed as she painted my face, drew my hair up high on the sides of my head. Quick fingers tying wide ribbons into big bows.

Soft white silk slid up my arms. Short little sleeves, the touch of buttons run against the side of my left breast, snugging up under it as she ties the blouse in a knot.

I have to blush and giggle, biting my cherry-flavoured lip as I fondle my naked tits. "Always seem… More naked this way…" I murmur, squeezing my dainty, perky G-cups together, fondling cute little nipples the size of my thumb.

>>bloated, sagging F-cups, nipples torn and stretched to the size of my pinkies, machines endlessly sucking-

Marion giggles, rising up from where she had been sliding the white stockings up my legs, leading with licks, kisses and firm little nips.

"Well, we need to draw attention to these little things…" Marion murmurs, playfully mashing her O-cup breast against my face, the firm, perfect sphere squishing down around my head, her perky nipple the size of a pool ball jammed into my mouth.

I suck, my eyes open wide as I feel sweet cream flood over my tongue.

I feel Marion moan and sway as I guzzle. My hands reach up and back, kneading her firm rump, spreading those chocolate cheeks to roughly stuff two fingers deep in her snug ass, squelching in her natural slippery lube.

All holes, ready for fucking, after all.
>>Cackling as another dick yanks from my searing ass. I feel inches of bloody intestine slump out of my ruined anus. The rings hammered into what's left of my shoulders and hips scream in agony, but all I can do is gargle, my lower jaw gone days ago, tongue lolling loosely.
>>A Reaver slaps Marion's ass, making her vomit up buckets of cum and blood and bile, her own tongueless throat split open to her collarbone. "All holes, READY FOR FUCKING!" his unhinged shriek echoing through the twisted wreckage of our dying ship.

She writhes and moans above me. I make her cum twice, sweet honey soaking into my stocking, drinking my fill as I finger-fuck her snug little ass.

Then there's a -little- panic, my lungs starting to protest. The night is early, and smothering isn't my thing.

I nip. Then I bite down and give a little chew.

Outside The Club, that would've HURT.
In here, her hips buck and she squirts a third time against my thigh, pulling her tiny teat from my sore jaw, blushing and pouting as she runs her fingers around the purpling teeth marks ringing her nipple.

"Ahh… F-first blood already…?" she murmurs, catching a trickle of blood from where I bit a little too hard.

>>"Had to get your attention," I sneer, licking blood from her ruined elbow, listen to her scream now that I've torn off her arm

"Had to get your attention," I purr, leaning in to kiss the little hurt, while she sucks the dot of blood from her glove.
>>licks the blood off her hacksaw

She slides off my thigh and helps me up from the styling chair. Slim leather belt with the longest skirt I've ever seen, a full three inches of pleated red tartan brushing the top of my ass, swishing across the flare of my hips.

I pout a little, contemplating the pink goo from her ass, sucking
>>Sucking the studded cock crammed in my gullet, wanting to vomit from the taste of shit and blood and shredded assmeat but not having enough throat to vomit with
the sweet raspberry flavour from my fingers.

"I'm sorry… I was too busy to trim like you do…" I lament. Is it wrong to have nostalgia for less than twenty minutes ago? I remember my fingers dipping and churning in her glossy-smooth hairless cunt and I already want my tongue in there.

Marion lets out another warm giggle, cinching the ribbons on a modest set of nine inch red heels. "Spread your legs, sweetie. We can get rid of that thatch right quick."

I step one foot to the side, heels clacking on the marble as I get a nice wide stance. "Ooh, quick hand with a razOHFUCK!"