A male slime monster
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Runk looks at you devestated and sadness covers his face which quickly turns to rage, "NO!" | 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, | + | He runs at you and you fall back prone. Two paces from reaching you, flashes 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. | 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. | 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 | + | The man lays you on the floor, the mask strapped behind your head still on you mouth and nose. You remain conscious for a minute or so and feel him removing the babydoll then the 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 again and a hand cups and squeezes your left breast as the other touches your belly. You begin to fade. His palm feels warm on your belly nice warm hands. The warm hand squeezes your breast. |
| - | + | "Tit," you say for no reason, "Tit." | |
| - | + | The other hand slides lower as you lose consciousness. | |
| - | "Gosh, where am I now?" you fret. | + | You don't know how long your were out, but when you wake again you're so cozy and warm. Your eyes partly open to a lovely shade of pink. |
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| + | You remember the bad dream of the doctor-man touching you with his warm hands and you quiver. He reminded you of your favorite uncle. | ||
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| + | You wake a little more and open your eyes, "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 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 | + | 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 friend that 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. | Doesn't matter now. Your safe here, so relaxed and comfortable. The soft cotton garment is so cozy. | ||
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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. | 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 | + | As you turn you see a huge pile of shit or something disgustingly shit-like. 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. | Its inching towards you, coming into the room from a semi-circle door barely big enough for it. | ||
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There are six doors in all, each with its on shitty blob that starts sliming into the room. | 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, like in your dream, booms through the room, "Wow, amazing. You have the attention of all of our exotic Slime Monsters. They like what they see." the voice announces. |
You're confused and afraid, but you look at the closest pile and wonder where its eyes are. | You're confused and afraid, but you look at the closest pile and wonder where its eyes are. | ||
Revision as of 14:07, 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, flashes 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 strapped behind your head still on you mouth and nose. You remain conscious for a minute or so and feel him removing the babydoll then the 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 again and a hand cups and squeezes your left breast as the other touches your belly. You begin to fade. His palm feels warm on your belly nice warm hands. The warm hand squeezes your breast.
"Tit," you say for no reason, "Tit."
The other hand slides lower as you lose consciousness.
You don't know how long your were out, but when you wake again you're so cozy and warm. Your eyes partly open to a lovely shade of pink.
You remember the bad dream of the doctor-man touching you with his warm hands and you quiver. He reminded you of your favorite uncle.
You wake a little more and open your eyes, "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 friend that 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 disgustingly shit-like. 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.
A voice, like in your dream, booms through the room, "Wow, amazing. You have the attention of all of our exotic Slime Monsters. They like what they see." the voice announces.
You're confused and afraid, but you look at the closest pile and wonder where its eyes are.
