[episode I. / chapter SIX]
STARTLED, AND FEELING SUDDENLY ISOLATED, LINA OPENED HER Eyes wide, shook her Head fiercely, found herself back in the crashed pod behind her own Eyes, staring back into the flame. It was growing. More smoke was gathering. She was trembling.
Staring through the blaze, Lina’s vision went out-of-focus, bringing the background images to the forefront. And that’s when she noticed it. Just beyond the fire, Lina caught sight of a small opening, revealing the toxic outdoors.
”Yes! That’s it!” she said. “Thank you, Solaria!”
It would be a tight fit, but she thought she could squeeze through the crevice if she could somehow make it through the hungry flames and debris that blocked it.
The brilliancy of her dress was idling, flickering on and off, diminishing rapidly. Its protective effect, it seemed, was continuing to wear off rapidly. “Oh no! My dress!” Lina cried. She coughed several times, her body aching tremendously now.
“Dammit!” she declared vehemently. “What an opportune time to have my powers dim on me!” she stated sarcastically.
The sick stench and gathering smoke was starting to overwhelm Lina. Glaring with poise at the glittering crevice beyond the chaotic clutter, the woman realized what she had to do.
She momentarily placed her steady scepter against the busted hatch, cupped her mouth and nose with one hand, and swayed the mounting smolder with the other. Trying not to look down, Lina stepped over some sludge in front of her to reach a compartment in the wall not far off from the hatch. She opened it. Inside was a pressurized space suit and helmet that were both reserved for outer- “space walks.” She bent back slightly, swung her Head backwards to gather her lengthened locks with her hands, and then cunningly swirled her hair up into a few loops atop her Head, using more of her hair to keep it tied up. She quickly grabbed the spherical dome helmet from the compartment, put it on, and engaged the oxygen flow. She slammed the compartment door shut, leaving the suit behind.
Then Lina opened a compartment on the wall next to the one containing the suit to reveal a fire extinguisher. She grabbed it and flung it with all her might over the muck, toward the origin of the fire by the small opening. Then she jumped over some debris and headed back to the busted hatch to grab her staff.
Her plan was to trudge through the slop, douse the flames that were blocking her escape as much as she could with the fire extinguisher, make it outside by squeezing through the tiny crevice, and survive as long as she could.
There was a great deal of toxic sludge stuck in between her and the opening. With her dress’s powers now fully deactivated, Lina closed her Eyes and tried to Once again conjure forth the sacred Vision that had calmed her earlier, but it wouldn’t come. She was too wrought with anguish to concentrate. Harder she tried now with Eyes shut tight, but to no avail.
Opening her Eyes, Lina watched ahead as the fire kept growing, noticing that a great deal of the scattered sludge was flammable. She coughed as the smoke built up even more. Lina realized she had no time to steady her mind, noting it was also now much more difficult to do so as a severe sense of danger set in. She knew she must move quickly.
Sweating most profusely, her undying Heart thumping ferociously, she shook herself from the nightmarish trance she felt fixed upon. Swiftly, and with a Wicked gleam in her Eye, Lina raised her spear mightily upward with a duel grip and braced herself. With a frenzied shriek she brought it down, smashing obstructing grimy debris before her. She started trudging through the hazardous muck toward the opening just beyond the spreading blaze, her body in agony, her aura revolted.
The smoke was spreading, getting thicker fast. Lina “womanned” her long, sharp instrument before her vehemently like she was good at doing and continued viciously piercing all scraps of noxious clutter in her way with all of her might, flinging it behind her in determination as she broke for the opening. She kicked to the sides random rubble that was blocking her way, trying to make it easier for her to wade through. She felt nauseous and weak, but had faith in her ability to overcome this adversity; Magdalena was in fact a big, strong woman.
It was heating up.
But at least her helmet could now prevent smoke from choking her, Lina thought to herself, as her enchanted golden garb was now unable to guard her like it was designed to do. She also hoped that, if she were able to escape the burning ship, the helmet would be able to protect her lungs from any contaminates in the Earth’s surely spoiled atmosphere.
“Damn you, wretched dress!” Lina shouted. “You were made for times like these,” she yelled, inferring her inflection to her limp garb. A false grin started widening out across the face of the Mother as she attempted whole-heartedly to embrace the paradox that now gripped her forcefully.
Sweat was dripping from most parts of Magdalena’s body now, especially her bruised forehead from inside the dome helmet. She let out high-pitched wails as she continued to pierce and fling, kick and shove. Her Passion was lit like the growing flames around her. She tried her best to envision herself on the other side of the gap.
When she reached the opening, Lina picked up the fire extinguisher she had thrown toward this area, pulled the pin, and squeezed the trigger, aiming the vapors directly into the heart of the flame before the gap, attempting to douse as much of the fire that was blocking it as she could.
Once she had cleared a slight path before the opening, Lina tossed the red cylinder to the side and urgently stuck her spear into the hole, thrashing it around ferociously in an attempt to make it as wide as she could. After about a minute or so, Lina tossed her spear outside through the opening, then hurled her knapsack through.
The chance now came for her to fully exercise her willpower. Test her ‘luck’. Before the flames could return to block her path again, Lina cast all her infectious pain to the side, let loose a brawny wail, and quickly dove into the opening. She was able to get her head and torso through fairly easily, but she managed to get stuck around her waist.
”AWW, SHIT!!!” she cursed aloud. As thin as she was, she still managed to get stuck in the gap. She writhed around wildly in an attempt to squeeze through, but she still remained wedged.
This was a humiliating experience for Lina, even though No One was watching.
Stuck in the gap, the striving, anxious woman felt the lethal, oily lubrications drip off the enclosing, blistering mechanical crumpled wreckage that seized her. The sick, sensual slime messily applied biting pressure to her super-sleek waistline as the sludge tightly squeezed sponge-like around her wet, squirming hard body.
It was now her urgent objective to make use of this slimy lube and slither herself through the gap.
Lina could feel the lower half of her body that was trapped on the inside of the ship heating up, and she wished with all her might that her exquisite ass wouldn’t catch on fire.
Oh, how she adored her exquisite ass.
Squirming about, Lina screamed in fury as she tried to wriggle through.
Then she tried clutching some rubble just outside in front of her with both hands and started using her upper body strength to try and propel herself out of the gap. After a bunch of tries, she was finally able to pull herself through…….