Nothing to do but see what happens
From Create Your Own Story
Realising you're trapped, but that the thing is keeping you alive, you take stock of your situation.
You're not in pain. Your entire body is tightly enclosed in soft slimey creature(s). Your legs are spread wide, as are your arms. Every inch of your body is being probed. You have no idea which way is up. You can open your eyes and your eyeballs immediately come into contact with slimey flesh but it doesn't hurt, but you're obviously so deep in the pile of slime monsters to allow light in, you can't see anything, or...
"Oh God, no!" you panic, "Could I be blind from this slime?"
Not knowing calms you, gives you some hope.
You return your attention to what's happening. Every inch of your body seems to be getting examined from every angle at once. Little tennis ball sized slimey bumps move across you. They pass over your belly, under your arms, in your armpits, all over your back and chest, across your neck over your scalp - as if they're looking for something.
The only place where three of them are concentrating is the one embedded between the lips of your labia against your vaginal opening, one beside that one, up against your clit, and a third between your ass cheeks pulsing and squirming against your anus. Your head feels wierd. Your hair's not pulling and it feels like they're sliding right along the skin of your scalp. If you weren't feeling a bit funny you would be sure your hair was gone.
You notice the slime surrounding your legs feels firmer, almost like a pair of big blubbery hands were holding them tight and wide apart. Your entire legs are enveloped in tight slime. You are paying particular attention to the bump at the entrance to your pussy. It seems to have gotten excited or something. Apparently right after you started to enjoy what it was doing. It must have smelled your arousal. The others seemed to as well as movements change. They were closing in even tighter, seemingly fighting for access to your crotch. It's getting more diffiult to breath.
The slimey bump wedged in your labia suddenly becomes more tubular and pushes against your hymen. You bite the sausage in your mouth slightly, but release feeling it flinch. The bump in your labia becomes a ball again and then tubular, a ball, tubular. Each time it elongates it bumps your hymen, but doesn't break it. You realise that it is pulsing, squirting something in you, pumping, ejaculating. Eventually it stops, then you were really jostled about as it moves away and the others fight for access. They each have so many of these bumps you can't tell where one creature ends and the next begins.
In time another bump is embedded between your pussy lips and after what seems like an hour it too ejaculates into you.
Hours go by.
Only twice was the sausage breathing tube replaced. You actually pissed a couple of times and shat once. It just seemed to be absorbed.
Finally things around you begin to slackenand about an hour after they've each fucked you. You feel the hard floor against your shoulder blade, stange sensation after being closely hugged by rubbery slime for so long.
The creatures continue to retreat and your left prone on the floor on your back
Their doors swish shut.
You just lay on your back unable to move. Your mind is clear but you are paralysed... but calm. You realise that you were likely drugged by many things, some to calm you, some to paralyse you. Your eyes can move... and you aren't blind. You look around the ceiling and notice that the high side mirrors are windows. All sorts of faces are crammed against the glass looking at you.
Your body starts to regain movement and you right hand flops onto your belly. Your skin is covered in a thin layer of slime and is so wonderfully smooth. You realise the pajamas are gone. You feel you right breast. Your nipples are huge and sensitive. Your left hand descend to your crotch which you discover is completely devoid of hair and incredibly smooth. You quickly soar to an orgasm in seconds of rubbing your clit. After recovering your touch it again.
It feels so exquisite. You rub for maybe 10 seconds and convulse in another intense orgasm.
You remember your spectators and become embarrassed. The drugs must be easing.
Your right hand rises to your scalp which, as you suspected is as smooth as your crotch. Your eyebrows, eyelids, every hair has ben dissolved from your body by the slime, like the cotton onesey.
