A male slime monster
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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 | + | The man releases the mask, now strapped to your head, and lays you on the floor, tubes from the mask leading to the tanks on his back. You remain conscious for a minute or so and feel him tugging at the babydoll. Your body is pulled about. You can't move anything except your eyes. He rolls you and pulls the baby out from under you. Next he removes your panties. the tubing pulling slightly as he squats near your knees, sliding the skimpy things from your legs. You scan the faces in the windows all staring at your exposed flesh as you're stipped naked for all to see. You gaze back at the man who is leering down at you. He kneels again and a warm hand cups and squeezes your left breast and rolls your nipple between thumb and finger. The other hand, equally warm rests on 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 | + | "Tit," you say for no reason, "Tit," you repeat. |
The other hand slides lower as you lose consciousness. | The other hand slides lower as you lose consciousness. | ||
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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 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 | + | You remember the 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 wake a little more and open your eyes, "Gosh, where am I now?" you fret. | ||
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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. | ||
| - | "Soft cotton!!??" you think. You were wearing blue jeans and a bra | + | "Soft cotton!!??" you think. You were wearing one of your brother's button up shirts and some blue jeans, and a bra 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. | ||
| - | 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 pink 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. It's like the dream only in the dream they were windows. |
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. | 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- | + | Its inching towards you, coming into the room from a semi-circular door barely big enough for it. |
<Swish> | <Swish> | ||
| - | Another semi- | + | Another semi-circular door opens. |
<Swish> | <Swish> | ||
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<Swish> | <Swish> | ||
| - | 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. They're all roughly the same size, and are all greenish brown except one, which is reddish orange and has some bluish stripes. |
| - | A voice, like in your dream, booms through the room, "Wow, amazing. You have the attention of | + | A voice, like in your dream, booms through the room, "Wow, amazing. You have the attention of All of our most exotic Slime Monsters. They like what they see, obviously." 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 15:29, 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 releases the mask, now strapped to your head, and lays you on the floor, tubes from the mask leading to the tanks on his back. You remain conscious for a minute or so and feel him tugging at the babydoll. Your body is pulled about. You can't move anything except your eyes. He rolls you and pulls the baby out from under you. Next he removes your panties. the tubing pulling slightly as he squats near your knees, sliding the skimpy things from your legs. You scan the faces in the windows all staring at your exposed flesh as you're stipped naked for all to see. You gaze back at the man who is leering down at you. He kneels again and a warm hand cups and squeezes your left breast and rolls your nipple between thumb and finger. The other hand, equally warm rests on 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," you repeat.
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 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 one of your brother's button up shirts and some blue jeans, and a bra 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 pink 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. It's like the dream only in the dream they were windows.
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-circular door barely big enough for it.
<Swish>
Another semi-circular door opens.
<Swish>
<Swish>
<Swish>
<Swish>
There are six doors in all, each with its on shitty blob that starts sliming into the room. They're all roughly the same size, and are all greenish brown except one, which is reddish orange and has some bluish stripes.
A voice, like in your dream, booms through the room, "Wow, amazing. You have the attention of All of our most exotic Slime Monsters. They like what they see, obviously." the voice announces.
You're confused and afraid, but you look at the closest pile and wonder where its eyes are.
