A pussy

Your panties were ripped off exposing your pussy to cool air. Then your top, revealing your modest breasts to the men holding you down. A small corner of your mind thought how you wished you had shaved recently. Then the armed men stepped back and were replaced by two buxom women carrying small jars. Witch quick practiced movement they painted symbols across your chest and legs, with thick greasy paint.
The leader stepped forward as his acolytes stepped back, leaving you alone on what you supposed was their altar. In his hand he raised a torch. “The vessel has been prepared!” With jarring swiftness the drumming stopped, “And now, we summon the divine!” He lowered the torch igniting the paint on your body.
Hot fire filled your vision and screams filled your ears. It took you a moment before you noticed that the screams were not yours. In fact you felt remarkably good for someone who had just been set on fire. Then you realised that the restraints keeping you on the altar were gone. shocked, you sat up and looked around at a room filled with flames and screaming bodies.
Then a thought crept through the shock. You were in a burning building. YOU WERE IN A BURNING BUILDING. Leaping off the altar, you pushed your way through the flaming cultist desperately trying to find and exit. Somehow you found your a door and manage to get outside.

You walked down the street, leaving the burning warehouse you had emerged from behind. You wanted to get away from that horrible place before the police showed up and started asking questions you wouldn’t be able to answer. Suddenly weak kneed, you stumble to a streetlight and hold on for dear life. Waiting for the world to stop spinning you glance up and catch sight of your reflection in a darkened storefront.