Mabel Shot

"My body is lifted off the ground and tossed like a rag doll onto broad, strong shoulders.
'Oh, my God... My God, let me go!' I scream, struggling and trying to break free.
The steel grip tightens around my waist, my face slamming against his back as my hair gets tangled, flying everywhere, with the blood rushing to my head. I try to grab onto people, hoping someone will help, but all I see are their grins growing wider, completely oblivious to my cries. Everything goes dark as we pass through the human wall, which seals up as soon as my captor crosses it.
'Listen, look, I’m just a guest!' I say nervously, trying to turn around, hitting his strong back. 'Could you please let me go...?'
I try to lift my head and blink in confusion, looking to the side and seeing only the light over the center of the room, with everything else shrouded in darkness. The man who had been with the redhead is now lying on the floor, with the blonde riding him while the redhead squats with her legs spread near his face, being licked. My body stops moving, and I pay close attention to what I'm witnessing so up close. The man who had been holding trays no longer has them, and neither is his dick tied up with his balls. I see him on all fours, head lowered, while the woman in silicone attire kneels behind him, what I assume to be her whole arm nearly inside his anus, moving in and out slowly.
'Oh, my God...' I mumble, in shock, unsure if I’m horrified or fascinated by the elasticity of the guy's ass.
My mind is spinning in circles when I’m finally placed down. I step on something soft and realize my feet are bare—somehow, I lost my flats along the way. I try to focus on the man who carried me and push my hair back, breathing rapidly as the moans echo all around. The sounds of men and women, gasping and moaning, fill the air with their heavy breaths. I turn my face towards my captor just as he moves, drawing my attention to the large shadow standing before me. The shadow of horns above his head makes it clear who he is. I practically jump back, raising my hand, trying to keep some distance between us.
'Don’t you dare try anything weird with me, and especially don’t come near my ass, big guy!' I say, breathing heavily, trying to sound firm. 'Or I swear I’ll kick your balls so hard they’ll shoot up to your throat,' I warn, angry, hoping to sound threatening, but all I get is a thunderous laugh that makes his chest vibrate as he stops in front of my outstretched fingers, which are now flat against his chest.
'What are you doing lost in here, little bird?' His voice is firm, and he stands still before me.
'Well, for starters, I’m not lost,' I reply, squinting, trying to see beyond the man standing in front of me. 'I’m with someone.'
'You’re with someone?!' he cynically repeats my words, his chest rising as he takes a deep breath. 'And where is your companion, little bird?'
'Shot, Miss Shot,' I say quickly, keeping my fingers pressed against his chest when he tries to take another step toward me. 'No offense, but I don’t like getting nicknames from strangers. You don’t hear me calling you satyr, goat, or whatever that mask of yours represents!'
His loud laugh erupts again, stronger than the first, even shaking his shoulders as he laughs.
'I represent Pan!' His voice comes out in between chuckles, mocking me even more. 'Don’t you think a little bird deserves the honor of Pan’s attention?'
I relax my legs and lower my fingers from his chest, pushing my hair back, still not understanding what he finds so amusing.
'Now that I’ve entertained you, could you please tell me how to get out of here?' I speak softly, feeling like a fool for giving in to Macro’s emotional blackmail, letting him drag me here.
'You still haven’t answered my question, little bird.'
His voice grows serious again, making me feel his breath near my face as he moves forward, leaning toward me, insisting on using that nickname. I hear something drop near my foot, falling to the ground.
'Where is your companion?'
Before I can answer, a loud moan catches my attention, and I immediately recognize it, much to my displeasure.
'I’m pretty sure he’s a few meters from us,' I respond, irritated, looking to the left and placing my hands on my hips. 'I hope he’s getting an entire arm up his ass, MACRO!' I shout, directing my words toward the source of the moan. The deep rumble of heavy laughter erupts again, making me look forward, feeling him even closer to me.
'Interesting!' he says, laughing, and I feel my body freeze, alert, as his large hand presses against my face, his ring finger sliding over my lips. 'A small, wild little bird, lost among the satyrs.'
The texture of the leather glove on his hand is rough and cold at the same time, sending shivers through my body.
'W-what are you doing, sir?' I stammer, feeling my heart pounding so fast it’s about to leap out of my chest.
I hear his breathing grow heavier, pulling air into his lungs with a rough sound escaping his mouth.
'Why are you here, little bird?' he repeats the question softly, his fingers sliding to the back of my neck. I feel them entangling in my hair as he grips the back of my head tightly.
'Ohhh...' I close my eyes, wishing for the ground to swallow me as a moan escapes my lips, feeling my scalp sting from the force of his grip. 'Sir...' I bite my lips, trying to suppress another moan as he tightens his hold, causing a small peak of pain in my scalp as he increases the pressure. His breathing grows heavier, and he takes a step forward, closing the distance between us.
'Sir?' I hear his voice whisper dangerously close to my ear. 'Are you sure that’s what you want to call me, little bird?'
I raise my fingers and grip his arm, feeling like I’m on the verge of collapsing as his nose touches my throat, slowly trailing up to my ear, burying itself in my hair.
'Could you please...' I bite down harder on my lips, becoming acutely aware of his other hand sliding up the side of my leg, creeping slowly over my thigh, causing my muscles to tighten from the texture of the leather. 'Oh, my God!'
I squeeze my eyes shut tighter and breathe rapidly as my head is gently moved from side to side, with him inhaling the other side of my neck, slowly dragging his nose upward and closing his mouth over the tip of my ear, lightly biting it, sending shivers all over my body, so intense that I can’t even tell where they started.
'What are you doing here, little bird?' He moves his hand over my waist, pulling my hips toward him.
'I don’t know... I don’t know, sir.' My voice is so faint it almost sounds like I’m crying.
I feel the moans around us growing louder, his scent quickly and aggressively invading my respiratory system, almost like a chemical injected directly into my vein. The beats of the music fade into the distance, leaving only his breathing and mine in my ears. His tongue slides along my shoulder, scraping his teeth as he moves up my clavicle, licking every inch of the curve between my shoulder and neck."