The Silver Craft Diner

Ashley Vermillion wrote:It had been an hour or two since they had seen Security Officer Gretchen Dooley, and Ashley had already deep down knew that Gretchen had to be dead. The beautiful young woman with the golden orange blond hair turned to the two little people left in her charge since Gretchen had left. The young boy looked up at her with watery eyes, and he was clutching his little sister tightly who had softly cried herself to sleep into his left shoulder. She tried her best to smile genuinely at the two young ones, and she knelt down and stroked the little boy's head. "Don't worry Ronan, you and Melinda are going to be safe," she stated. She looked outside the heavy steel pantry door, looking to see if any of those creeps in Red were stalking about. She had already seen what they had done to Shelly... her co-worker who was dressed in a similar bunny-girl outfit like herself, but she had silky brunette hair and a yellow vest instead of red. She had complied to their orders, holding her hands high above her head, only to be shot point blank in the face. She had fell and didn't get back up...

Ashley shook her head, shaking the memory from her mind's eye. The restaurant was still devoid of people, but plates and chairs and napkins and ketchup and mustard was scattered about the room. When they had entered the Restaurant with Gretchen an hour ago, they had found the torn up remains of a maid-outfit as well as some crushed chairs and pools of slime. They didn't know if it was something related to the CKB presence on the 'Craft, but they didn't want to linger in the open too long either. With the coast still clear and devoid of any threats, Ash turned to Ronan and Melinda again. "Looks like we're still safe." she smiled, closing the pantry door a little more so that only a narrow slit between the steel wall and door could give them a peek out into the outside world. The pantry was cool, and she really wished she had been wearing something more warm so that her nipples wouldn't have become hardened pebbles in this room, especially more embarrassing since she was in front of these two children who were lost and looking for their parents. As an Employee, it was her duty to protect these two till someone from Security arrived. She had the gun, the small five shot pistol that Gretchen had given to her as she left, only as a 'precaution'.

They were looking hungry, and the only things in the pantry were hamburger and hotdog buns, dinner rolls, and bottles of juice as well as water. They tried not to drink anything, in fear that they would have the urge to pee and that would be disastrous for them if they tried to leave the pantry. Right now, the best they could do is nibble on some rolls and wait for all of this to blow over. But... it had been an hour. Ash was worried that help would never come, and she desperately wanted to save both the children and herself.

"Why are the bad guys here?" came Ronan's voice. He was about eight, but he had managed to stay strong in this situation for a boy of his age. Ashley knelt down to him, and tussled his hair, keeping her false smile on. "I really don't know sport. Lets concentrate on staying out of sight, like hide and seek." she says before quickly adding: "But... in this game, we have to be quite as little mice, okay?" she knew she already told him this once before, but he didn't bring that fact up and simply nodded. "Good, good." she whispered back, kissing his forehead lightly. She went back to the door way, the cold stainless steel gun was still in her hands. She really wished she had a blanket. As she noticed, looking at Ronan and Melinda, they too were quite cold. They had considerably more coverage than Ash did, with shorts and tees, but they too were shivering in the cool air of the pantry. She looked back at Ronan's face and nervously smiled. "Okay, now that said, I'm going to grab a couple table cloths from the Diner-"

"-no! Don't leave us!" Ronan half screamed, but Ashley placed a finger on his lips, shushing him. "Shh. Don't worry, I'm just going to be outside for a moment, I'm going to grab a couple of sheets and I'll be back inside. I'll even grab a bottle of ketchup for we can at least eat ketchup bread." she says with a slight chuckle. Ronan looked hesitant, but no longer protested. "I'll be right back, I promise." She says as she slips out into the restaurant, closing the door behind her only to a slight open crack.

It was warmer in the open restaurant. She was behind the counter, with the .38 revolver in hand she slowly and cautiously walked through the small kitchen area and up the line of counter tops to the double swinging gates that separated the employee space with the customer space. She didn't see anyone in sight through the large glass windows looking out into the craft, but the echoing sounds of gunfire made her shutter and half whimper with each step. "Oh bother, why didn't I just become a full time model instead of this..." she thought, frowning and shivering with fright.

SeiferHowling wrote:Seifer ended Ashley's dry humping as he slurped up her kicking legs like spaghetti noodles. Her screams became muffled as she curled up into a ball inside the tight confines of his mouth. Each time her breast popped out of her dress, he enjoyed it endlessly, lapping up the fleshy mound and getting squeals out of her. He could taste the ketchup on her back, but it was ruining the fine nuances of how she tasted. Almost cleaning her, he sloshed her around in his mouth, much like he'd done with Melinda, soaking her completely with saliva. Once he rid her of the condiments, he swallowed, which caused his mouth to squeeze Ashley toward the throat. She shrieked, thinking she was about to go down, but her face stopped just before. She watches as the ketchup ridden saliva flowed down the warm, dark tomb, and she knew she'd be next. But Seifer began to taste her more, his tongue brushing up against her cheeks, squirming between her legs and patting at her womanhood. Ashley begged for her release, for the end to this torture...but not in the way that Seifer planned for it to end.

She felt his entire body shift upward, gravity bringing her forward even more, and she scrambled in a panic to crawl backward. Her heart raced, her head shaking "no", as the throat opened up before her, welcoming her to her death. She let out a scream she didn't even know she was capable of as she was sucked down the tight esophagus, her breasts almost choking her as they were pushed up to her neck. Her body was squeezed and pulled downward, her legs kicking and toes curling as her heels slipped off and remained on the creatures tongue before all of her disappeared.

After the much larger bulge that Ashley was fell down his throat and settled into his stomach, he spat out the tasteless, saliva covered heels. Within, Ashley splashed into a pool of bile. She frantically tried to regain her composure, her mind immediately going to Melinda, trying to think of anything other than her own death. But Melinda could not be found. Was she digested already? Dead so soon? Is that possible? Is that the fate that was to become of Ashley? She beat on the walls of the stomach, begging to be let out...