A male slime monster
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| - | + | As your looking down at your revealing babydoll and teency black panties, eyes ogling you from every direction, a large door swishes open and a hulking two-legged beast looms. It looks somewhat human, but is greenish brown and sparsely covered with coarse hairs. What you really notice is the thick heavy cock and enormous melon sized scrotum hanging between his legs. He sees you, his eyes bug and he smiles, unable to contain his delight. As he advances, you can't even breath with terror and feel dizzy. | |
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| - | + | Suddenly a loud voice booms throughout the room, "WAIT! WAIT! Terribly sorry, Runk. This is the wrong cojoining again. She's a virgin." | |
| - | "Soft cotton!!??" you think. You were wearing blue jeans and a bra with a shirt | + | Runk looks at you devestated and sadness covers his face which quickly turns to rage, "NO!" |
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| + | He runs at you and you fall back prone. Two paces from reaching you, flashed of light and a crackling noise erupt and Runk collapses at your feet, slobber splattering your thighs. | ||
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| + | Moments later four round blank-faced creatures come through the door followed by a tall man, about 60 years old, in a lab coat. The man has tanks strapped to his back and holds a half-face gas mask. The round creatures drag Runk back through the door. The man advances towards you smiling, but with no kindness in his eyes. | ||
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| + | Without explanation he kneels beside you, puts one hand behind your head and the mask over your mouth and nose. You try to pull the hand off but he's too strong and in seconds become weak. Your hands fall at your sides. | ||
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| + | The man lays you on the floor, the mask still on you mouth and nose. You remain conscious for a minute or so and feel him removing the babydoll and panties. Only your eyes can move and you scan the faces watching as you're stipped naked for all to see. You eyes look back at the man who is leering down at you. He kneels and begins fondling your breasts as you go unconscious. | ||
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| + | You don't know how long your were out, but wen you wake again you're in a lovely pink room on a soft cushion, curled snoozing. | ||
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| + | You remember the man and wonder if that was a bad dream. | ||
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| + | "Gosh, where am I now?" you fret. | ||
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| + | You agreed to join some club your new friend told you about. Some sort of chastity group or something, she'd said. | ||
| + | You nodded off in the waiting room after signing papers you didn't fully read, ok, didn't read at all. You trusted your new friends you'd made that morning. You had the wierdest dream. | ||
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| + | Doesn't matter now. Your safe here, so relaxed and comfortable. The soft cotton garment is so cozy. | ||
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| + | "Soft cotton!!??" you think. You were wearing blue jeans and a bra with a shirt when you and your new friend left your place this morning. You aren't wearing a bra or blue jeans now. | ||
You quickly sit up and look down and see you're wearing a soft cotton onesey, a one piece pajama-like outfit with padded feet. | You quickly sit up and look down and see you're wearing a soft cotton onesey, a one piece pajama-like outfit with padded feet. | ||
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"Wow, amazing. You have the attention of all of our exotic Slime Monsters. They like what they see." a voice from nowhere announces. | "Wow, amazing. You have the attention of all of our exotic Slime Monsters. They like what they see." a voice from nowhere announces. | ||
| + | You're confused and afraid, but you look at the closest pile and wonder where its eyes are. | ||
*[[Run out the last door that opened]] | *[[Run out the last door that opened]] | ||
Revision as of 13:56, 13 September 2013
As your looking down at your revealing babydoll and teency black panties, eyes ogling you from every direction, a large door swishes open and a hulking two-legged beast looms. It looks somewhat human, but is greenish brown and sparsely covered with coarse hairs. What you really notice is the thick heavy cock and enormous melon sized scrotum hanging between his legs. He sees you, his eyes bug and he smiles, unable to contain his delight. As he advances, you can't even breath with terror and feel dizzy.
Suddenly a loud voice booms throughout the room, "WAIT! WAIT! Terribly sorry, Runk. This is the wrong cojoining again. She's a virgin."
Runk looks at you devestated and sadness covers his face which quickly turns to rage, "NO!"
He runs at you and you fall back prone. Two paces from reaching you, flashed of light and a crackling noise erupt and Runk collapses at your feet, slobber splattering your thighs.
Moments later four round blank-faced creatures come through the door followed by a tall man, about 60 years old, in a lab coat. The man has tanks strapped to his back and holds a half-face gas mask. The round creatures drag Runk back through the door. The man advances towards you smiling, but with no kindness in his eyes.
Without explanation he kneels beside you, puts one hand behind your head and the mask over your mouth and nose. You try to pull the hand off but he's too strong and in seconds become weak. Your hands fall at your sides.
The man lays you on the floor, the mask still on you mouth and nose. You remain conscious for a minute or so and feel him removing the babydoll and panties. Only your eyes can move and you scan the faces watching as you're stipped naked for all to see. You eyes look back at the man who is leering down at you. He kneels and begins fondling your breasts as you go unconscious.
You don't know how long your were out, but wen you wake again you're in a lovely pink room on a soft cushion, curled snoozing.
You remember the man and wonder if that was a bad dream.
"Gosh, where am I now?" you fret.
You agreed to join some club your new friend told you about. Some sort of chastity group or something, she'd said. You nodded off in the waiting room after signing papers you didn't fully read, ok, didn't read at all. You trusted your new friends you'd made that morning. You had the wierdest dream.
Doesn't matter now. Your safe here, so relaxed and comfortable. The soft cotton garment is so cozy.
"Soft cotton!!??" you think. You were wearing blue jeans and a bra with a shirt when you and your new friend left your place this morning. You aren't wearing a bra or blue jeans now.
You quickly sit up and look down and see you're wearing a soft cotton onesey, a one piece pajama-like outfit with padded feet.
The room is a soft pink with soft rubbery tiles. You're on the only furniture, a big round mattress or cushion covered in plush soft fur. You look around. The room is circular. You're in the centre. You look up and see mirrors all around the upper walls beyond your reach, and on the ceiling.
As you turn you see a huge pile of shit or something disgusting. It must be 10 feet high and twenty feet across. As you watch you notice that it is moving, ever so slowly.
Its inching towards you, coming into the room from a semi-circle door barely big enough for it.
<Swish>
Another semi-circle door opens.
<Swish>
<Swish>
<Swish>
<Swish>
There are six doors in all, each with its on shitty blob that starts sliming into the room.
"Wow, amazing. You have the attention of all of our exotic Slime Monsters. They like what they see." a voice from nowhere announces.
You're confused and afraid, but you look at the closest pile and wonder where its eyes are.
