There's a quick flash of orange flame between my thighs, a lick of searing heat
>>screaming as I stare wild-eyed through the blackened wire mesh, orange flame curling up around me, my skin blackening and cracking as the razor-toothed cackling psychos barbecue me alive
flashing quickly over my pussy, turning the overgrown mess of fine black hair instantly to ash. The quick kiss of fire leaves my usually yellowish skin a glossy,faintly pinkish shade, tingly and sensitive, all the more eager for mouths and tongues and dicks to come play.

"Oh fuuuck…" Is all I can moan, feeling a dribble of fluid leak from my quivering cunt.

But Marion has already hopped up, grinning and giggling, both my hands in hers, my beautiful chocolate maid leading her blushing asian schoolgirl on a skip and a scamper down the hall.
>>running in terror on torn, bleeding feet, desperately choking down sobs of pain as we hear metal hooks skittering in the trusses overhead

I'm so unstuck in time. Flashbacks to
>>screaming horror and agony
delicious bliss just minutes, moments ago swirl in my head, before Marion's mouth on mine, her sweet tongue around mine, bring me back to now.

Now, when with a gleeful squeal, a shadowy figure slammed against the frosted glass door to the club proper.
>Smashed against the bulkhead with a pained moan

"Ah! Sweetie's starting early, I don't think they've even started hors-d'oeuvres yet."

Marion let out a giggle. "Sweetie, hmm? The little four foot minx that was waking up new decants with a tongue up their cunt…? Oh I LIKE her."

Marion pulled me from the wall and twirled me on my tippy-toe shoes, but caught me by my wrists as I spun. "No hiding today, Tasty treat…" she purred in my ear
>>She shrieked through the ducts
as she held my arms spread, keeping me from hiding myself.

I don't know why I still have that urge, to cover up…

Marion hooked a leg around my hip, her tits squished against my back, ground her hips and her tiny silky maid apron against my effectively naked ass. (Three inches of red ruffle against this bubble booty? No chance.)

Whoever had hoisted that little imp Sweetie in the air was giving her a good dicking. Her face was pressed hard against the glass way up at the top, nearly eight feet up. Her big tits were mashed against the glass, dribbles of cream running down over the frosted surface.

I could only see one arm against the door. "She always did say to 'twist her rubber arm'…" I murmured, remembering the many times she'd manage to corral one of the few Ship Studs.
Hiding in the shadows, listening to her
>>shriek and sob in agony, begging for mercy
squeal and moan and beg for them to fuck her harder, frantically fingering myself in secret, too shy to even try to get fucked myself.

Marion unfurled her long, luscious leg from around mine, lightly tapping her towering toe against the glass.

Tap-tappa-tap-tap.

Sweetie let out an "ooh?" before her cute, freckled round face got pulled back, the glow of her massive mane of bright orange curls making a halo in the shadows.

Then whatever monster had her tapped her face gently-but-firmly against the glass.

BAP BAP.

>Sweetie's shriek cut short as her skull burst against the wall
Sweetie giggled as her leg and foot wriggled, catching the door handle, and the white glass swung wide as they stepped back.

And Marion gave a firm nudge with her hips, urging me forward, making me swish and sway as she paraded me in.

Hundreds of happy faces looked up and cheered
>>lunatic faces leered and gnashed razor teeth
>>starving, sallow faces looked up in starving anguish
as Marion paraded her blushing, shy schoolgirl in, holding my hand high and twirling me about for everyone to see.

"Always so happy to see everyone in high spirits!" Marion called out, before
>>roughly yanking me back, snarling to the horde through her beartrap teeth
gently drawing me back to her warm chest, squeezing hard enough to spurt jets of cream from her breasts.
"But this one is mine!" she called out, laughing.
>>"THIS MEAT IS MINE!" she howled, sinking an axe into the head of some -thing- that had replaced its mouth with a meatgrinder


Suddenly I was shaking. What the FUCK was in my head? All of these-

Marion's hand touched my head. Gently. She kissed me lightly on the forehead. She cradled me close, whispered soothing, wordless sounds.

"Awww, she's a little shy!" she called out, gently leading me away, waving to the happy crew.

I managed a little sniffle, raised my hand and gave a little wave, too. Marion always makes me feel better.

… I only just met Marion?

I trembled, and a kiss to my forehead made it all go away.