Fire alarm humiliation

"Ohmegawd," Crystal trembled, her clothes shredded at her feet, her knees wobbly, her sexy form unsteady. The fire alarm blared in her ears.

"Maybe it's false alarm," she thought and steadied herself on the couch, the leather cold against her.

Her stove started smoking.

"Oh boy," Crystal thought, still frozen.

Her stove belched a fireball.

Crystal took off, naked legs pumping, bare feet slapping on the cheap carpeting in the hall and the rough concrete of the staircase. Down the stairs, she rushed past a couple of college-age guys that made lewd comments and a stern-looking old lady.

The main entrance to the building was well lit, so Crystal tried to run for the shadows. She tripped and fell. She got up, but then tripped again. And again. Clearly, whatever it was controlling her didn't want her to hide.

The residents stood around in clumps. Crystal stood alone, one hand covering her cunny and the other her boobs. A couple of guys were looking at her oddly, and some girls rather resentfully.

Crystal was cold.

Firefighters got there quickly and went into the building. They were soon back out. There was no smoke and no sign of a fire. One of the men was walking around, saying it was safe to go back inside.

Something pricked Crystal's hands. She looked down. Her nipple and pussy piercings pricked her hands again, this time more sharply. Crystal got the hint and put her hands on her hips, exposing her breasts and sleek cunt to both the guys who lived in her building and to the fire brigade.

A firefighter approached her along with two college guys.

"It's safe to go back in the building now, m'am," he said.

Crystal felt the living ink flowing over her exposed body to spell something out on her tummy. The three guys stared, agog. She looked down.

"TAKE ME AND FUCK ME," it said