Lay there stunned

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You just lay there stunned watching. Runk ended up on his side, his cock flopping on the floor bobbing to his heart beat.

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 you 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 rolling you and tugging at the babydoll. Your body is pulled about as the babydoll is pulled off your arms. You can't move anything except your eyes. He rolls you back 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 feel your legs spread - quite wide and a warm hand covers you pussy gently moving and feeling. A fat finger begins grooving up and down your slit. His other hand strokes your hair. The finger slowly enters your vagina, gently touching your hymen. You gaze back at the man who is leering down at you.

"She's still a virgin," he says loudly extracting his finger. He looks directly into your eayes as he lightly licks and then sucks his finger.

"Still a virgin?!" you think. "That beast didn't touch me."

His hand returns to your cunt and another warm hand cups your left breast squeezing and rolling your nipple between thumb and finger. You begin to fade, feeling his nice warm hands caressing your body, pulling your nipples.

"Tit," you say for no reason as your eyes close, "Tit," you quietly repeat.

The finger begins sliding up and down your slit again, stimulating your clit 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. You're 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, a pair of 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, nor the shirt.

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 luxuriant, 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. A strange robotic apparatus follows the oozing pile, misting it continually. Wetness precedes it.

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 slowly, slowly sliming into the room accompanied by its own private misting device. 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 not just one, but 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.

• Run out the last door that opened
• Stand scared and immobilized
• Check out the closest pile of slimey shit