Name: Blue-Skinned Suckerboob
Type: Amphibian
Habitat: Wetlands. Damp caves and tunnels.
Description:
An amphibian type of HSIO that looks like an attractive, voluptuous human woman with the skin of a frog. Their skin colour—bright blue with mottled black blotches—makes it impossible to mistake them for a human being. They secrete copious amounts of slime through their pores, which gives their skin a wet sheen as if they've covered themselves in oil.
They have other attributes that mark them out as non-human. Instead of hair they have a membranous flap of skin that resembles a nun's wimple. They have a short, stubby, wide tail that covers their ass. Their hands and feet are webbed.
Attack Strategy:
The slime secreted by a blue-skinned suckerboob's skin contains several powerful psychotropic agents. Exposure to it with naked skin will likely result in the subject being placed in a docile and highly suggestible state. These substances can function as an aerosol if exposed to a concentrated dose, but the effect is much weaker than skin-to-skin contact. In combat the suckerboob will attempt to bring as much of her body into contact with her opponent's exposed flesh and then wait for her psychotropic secretions to take effect and render her prey helpless.
Her 'mammary glands' are used for feeding and storage. How she uses them depends on the sex of her prey. For men, the suckerboob will suck his penis into her breast and stimulate them to ejaculation. For women, the suckerboob will embrace them, wrap her nipple-mouths around their nipples and suck their milk. The suckerboob's secretions also contain toxins that stimulate massive overproduction of either semen or milk, enough to empty her prey of all their bodily fluids.
(and soul?)
Countermeasures:
The psychotropic slime secreted by her skin is strong, but requires a degree of sustained skin contact in order to take effect. Some people also appear to be immune to it, although as of yet we have not determined the cause of this.
Suckerboobs are still moderately dangerous without their mind-controlling slime. Their appearance often catches men off guard. They don't expect a voluptuous women of average height to be as fast, strong and agile as the suckerboobs are. They can be challenging hand-to-hand opponents, and if they can get enough of a hold for their psychotropic secretions to take effect, they can win the fight in short order.
As with most earth amphibians, their main weakness is dry conditions. Outside of a damp atmosphere their skin dries up.
(This is extremely painful to them and causes a great deal of discomfort.)
Threat Level:
Moderate.
Deceptively fast and agile, and with skin secretions that can render a person compliant and helpless if they come into contact with their flesh.
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Sunday, December 03, 2017
Saturday, December 02, 2017
H-space MGB Story: Blue-Skinned Suckerboob
"Left boob or right boob?" the blue-skinned woman asked.
Now that was a difficult question. PFC Stewart Peter Bate couldn't decide between them. They were both lovely, both perfect. Her breasts were plump, round, lusciously swollen. Each was topped with a perky nub of a nipple surrounded by a ring of darker areole. The girl pushed them together, accentuating the deep cleft between them. Her cleavage looked soft... inviting.
Bate ran a nervous tongue over his lips. His mouth felt dry.
They were big. Stripper big. Big-as-your-head big. So big you could nuzzle your nose between them and sink so deep you'd never come up for air again. And Bate was fine with that. He wanted to feel that silky-smooth skin against his cheek, feel their soft fleshy pressure on either side of his face, feel her rubbery teat between his teeth as he flicked it with his tongue.
Oh fuck, was he so turned on right now. It was a good job he was naked. His pants wouldn't have been able to contain the boner he had right now. His current boner would have burst right out of them, or snapped in half trying.
Hey, when did he get naked?
Bate's brow furrowed. He felt there was something he should remember. It was one of those nagging little doubts that floats around but you can never quite pin it down. Like thinking there was something you'd forgot while buying groceries at a store. It kept fluttering out of reach in the back of his skull, avoiding his efforts to grasp it.
Fuck it. Probably wasn't that important anyway. Now what was important—her boobs.
They floated before him—big, soft, enticing. Bate wanted to reach out and grab them. Feel their weight in his hands, squeeze them between his fingers. It didn't matter that they were blue. It was the shape. Oh God, that shape.
Please God, Bate thought. Just one squeeze.
He reached out with open hands.
The blue-skinned girl batted them away with a giggle. Her other arm wrapped under her ample bosom and held her breasts together. She swung them out of reach of Bate's clutching hands.
Tease.
She had big eyes with big black pupils that could swallow you up whole. Such a friendly smile as well. Bate wasn't used to that combination. In the places he'd seen them, big round boobs like hers were usually accompanied by terse smiles and cold, hard eyes. Grasping eyes.
The blue-skinned girl had such a friendly smile. It made it easy to overlook the fact she had blue skin. Or that she didn't have any hair. Something hung down from the top and back of her head, but it looked like membranous flaps of skin. It resembled a nun's wimple, except blue in color. Blue like her skin, only darker. There were strange blotches and patches of black skin visible on her naked body. They kind of reminded Bate of the skin of a frog for some reason. Her skin looked kind of moist like a frog as well. Bate didn't mind that. It looked like she'd slicked herself up with oil. Slicked up her boobs so they were all shiny and glossy and oh fuck was Bate's boner so goddamn hard right now.
Bate was okay with her strange appearance. She had a good reason. She was an alien.
Oh yeah, right. Bate remembered now. He was on an alien planet. It was so cool.
She was just your friendly blue-skinned alien babe.
That was right. It was all chill. He and his buds hanging out with some sexy blue-skinned alien chicks.
Williams and Spann were standing over by the damp cave wall. Crouched down between them with her back to Bate was another blue-skinned alien babe. Her back was covered in blobby black squiggles. Like someone had got blind drunk and tried to paint black lines down her back. She had a tail—a wide, stubby flap of flesh that looked like a thick leather loincloth. It covered the crack of her butt and most of the swell of her ass. Bate thought this a shame. From what he could see, she had a gorgeous peach of an ass.
From this angle it looked like she had a hand on Williams' and Spann's cocks and was alternating between blowing them. Looked like it from Williams' and Spann's postures as well—muscles all tensed up, heads tipped back, eyes closed.
So lucky.
"My sister gets two because she's senior," the blue-skinned babe said. "I could have had two as well, but he wasn't interested."
'He' was Sergeant Sullivan. He was lying off to the side. He wasn't interested because he wasn't feeling very well. He was having a little lie down until he felt better.
Poor Sarge, missing out on all the fun, Bate thought.
Sarge's head lolled at a funny angle. His tongue protruded from his open mouth. He stared at nothing with glassy eyes.
The buzzing in the back of Bate's head grew louder. He was sure there was something he was supposed to remember. Man, it was really starting to bug him.
He jolted as the blue-skinned girl caressed his hip. It was a pleasurable jolt. Her touch felt amazing, even if he could see the webbing between her fingers. She smiled at him coquettishly.
"You need to choose," she said. "Right? Or left?"
She lifted first her right boob, then her left.
It was a tough decision.
"Eeny, meeny, miney, mo..." Bate said, pointing at one lovely swollen globe and then the other. "That one," he said as his finger ended up pointing at her left breast.
"This one?" the blue-skinned babe said. She gave her left tit a squeeze with her webbed hand.
Bate nodded, a big shit-eating grin on his face.
She sidled up to him and rubbed her big soft boobs against his body as she lowered herself down to a crouch. She looked at him with her big, moist eyes and pressed her left tit against Bate's rampant erection. The pulpy soft flesh of her tit deformed as his iron-hard manhood pressed into it. She wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and tugged on him while smothering the head of Bate's cock in her ample tit-flesh.
Big tits, so awesome, Bate thought. Even if they were blue. He reached down and fondled her other tit.
Still with her hand wrapped around the root of Bate's cock, the blue-skinned babe pulled her tit back. The nipple inverted, became a rubbery ring rather than a nub. The ring opened up to reveal a glistening tunnel of pink flesh.
The same happened with her other tit. Bate was exploring the rubbery lip of the freshly opened orifice when his finger was drawn inside and sucked on as if a mouth had opened up in her tit.
Whoa.
Bate's brow wrinkled. He'd never seen a tit do that before.
The blue-skinned babe caressed his butt cheek with a warm hand. Bate looked down at the wet orifice that had opened up in her breast. The pink interior contracted and dilated enticingly. Bate was hit by a strong urge to put his cock inside. He wanted to shove his dick into her tit so badly.
The blue-skinned babe put it in for him. Still gripping the base of his cock, she pressed her boob forwards. The dark blue ring of her nipple encircled the swollen head of Bate's cock. She pushed her boob into Bate and he felt himself slowly sink into a tunnel of flesh. Warm, tight, wet—just like teen pussy. So much so that for a moment Bate thought he had sunk his dick into tight, wet pussy. Then he looked down and saw his cock was buried up to the root in her big round tit.
That nagging buzzing started up again in the back of Bate's skull.
This wasn't the time for it, he thought, angrily shunting the nagging thoughts aside.
"Like that?" the blue-skinned babe asked.
Bate nodded. "Tight," he grinned.
The soft flesh of her boob was packed all around Bate's cock.
"What if I do this?"
Her tit throbbed. Bate felt the flesh move around him. A tight ring contracted around the base of his cock and rolled up his shaft. His cock was sucked deeper into her tit and squeezed by soft boobflesh.
Bate didn't answer. His contented sigh was answer enough.
"Mmm, my big soft tit is going to suck out all your cum," the blue-skinned alien babe said.
He felt her other tit suck and pull on his finger. He knew breasts weren't supposed to work this way. They were supposed to be milked, not the other way around. But it felt so goddamn good though. Her big boob bulged and pulsed while inside a tight ring of flesh tugged up and down Bate's cock.
"Are you getting close?" the blue-skinned babe asked. "You can let it out, if you like. Just pour it all out inside my big soft boob."
She gave Bate's buttock a playful squeeze. Her tit did the same to his cock. Then she sucked him deeper.
"Ooh, you're close. I can feel it," she said.
Bate's cock throbbed and twitched inside her. Her boob tightened around it. Its pulsations slowed down, became more deliberate. A muscular ring of force ran up Bate's shaft. Again. Again. Now squeezing the head of his cock before bunching back up around the root in preparation for the next long, squeezing stroke.
Bate couldn't hold on. His body trembled. His cock throbbed and spat a thick load of cum inside her boob. That wasn't enough. Her boob kept pulsing, kept squeezing, kept sucking another shot out of him. Fuck, her tit was milking him.
"Yes, yes. Pump it all out," she exhorted.
Yes, but who? It felt more like her boob was pumping his cum out of him rather than him pumping it into her. His ejaculation kept going and going, dragged out longer and longer by the pulsing suction of her tit.
Her boobs were amazing. She was amazing.
Her friends were amazing as well. Both Williams and Spann were still going—still twitching and coming—and they'd started way before Bate.
Hey, was Williams on a diet? Bate didn't remember him looking this skinny. Spann too.
The blue-skinned girl had a hand between each of Williams and Spann's butt cheeks. She pushed a finger up, up into their anuses. Both men jerked as if electrocuted. And continued to slim right down before Bate's eyes. Becoming skinny, then gaunt, then practically nothing more than skin and bones. Williams collapsed to his knees with a rattling sigh. Spann followed. Both toppled backwards and ceased moving.
The blue-skinned alien girl stood up and turned around. Her tits were no longer just big, they were monstrous—big wobbly blue balloons that sagged down almost to her waist. They jiggled as if full of water. And maybe something else. The light was dim, but Bate would have sworn he saw the imprint of a hand pushing outwards. Maybe the indentation of a face.
Bate couldn't ignore the buzzing in the back of his skull any longer. He tried to pull away. His blue-skinned babe grabbed his ass and held him tight. Her fleshy tit clamped around his cock and sucked him back inside with a noisy squelch.
"Have you not finished yet?" the other blue girl asked. "Others of their kind will be along soon."
"Give me a moment."
Her eyes were almost apologetic as she looked up at Bate. Her index finger slipped between his butt cheeks, found his anus, and then pushed up inside. His shock at the intrusion was short-lived. The blue-skinned babe found a secret place within his ass and pressed. A flood of white pleasure drowned Bate. With her finger pressed up against Bate's prostate gland, she made her boob pulse faster and stronger around Bate's cock. His ejaculation became a gush. He rose up on his toes and groaned as he emptied his balls—his everything—into her pulsating tit.
Then, spent in one single white-bright moment of overwhelming ecstasy, he toppled over backwards and expired.
The blue-skinned girl rubbed a hand over a breast grown bloated to five or more times larger than its pair. She stood up and shared a passionate kiss on the lips with the other girl. They were joined by a third, also with monstrously large—full—blue breasts. Together, the trio snuck away back to their secret waterways.
Now that was a difficult question. PFC Stewart Peter Bate couldn't decide between them. They were both lovely, both perfect. Her breasts were plump, round, lusciously swollen. Each was topped with a perky nub of a nipple surrounded by a ring of darker areole. The girl pushed them together, accentuating the deep cleft between them. Her cleavage looked soft... inviting.
Bate ran a nervous tongue over his lips. His mouth felt dry.
They were big. Stripper big. Big-as-your-head big. So big you could nuzzle your nose between them and sink so deep you'd never come up for air again. And Bate was fine with that. He wanted to feel that silky-smooth skin against his cheek, feel their soft fleshy pressure on either side of his face, feel her rubbery teat between his teeth as he flicked it with his tongue.
Oh fuck, was he so turned on right now. It was a good job he was naked. His pants wouldn't have been able to contain the boner he had right now. His current boner would have burst right out of them, or snapped in half trying.
Hey, when did he get naked?
Bate's brow furrowed. He felt there was something he should remember. It was one of those nagging little doubts that floats around but you can never quite pin it down. Like thinking there was something you'd forgot while buying groceries at a store. It kept fluttering out of reach in the back of his skull, avoiding his efforts to grasp it.
Fuck it. Probably wasn't that important anyway. Now what was important—her boobs.
They floated before him—big, soft, enticing. Bate wanted to reach out and grab them. Feel their weight in his hands, squeeze them between his fingers. It didn't matter that they were blue. It was the shape. Oh God, that shape.
Please God, Bate thought. Just one squeeze.
He reached out with open hands.
The blue-skinned girl batted them away with a giggle. Her other arm wrapped under her ample bosom and held her breasts together. She swung them out of reach of Bate's clutching hands.
Tease.
She had big eyes with big black pupils that could swallow you up whole. Such a friendly smile as well. Bate wasn't used to that combination. In the places he'd seen them, big round boobs like hers were usually accompanied by terse smiles and cold, hard eyes. Grasping eyes.
The blue-skinned girl had such a friendly smile. It made it easy to overlook the fact she had blue skin. Or that she didn't have any hair. Something hung down from the top and back of her head, but it looked like membranous flaps of skin. It resembled a nun's wimple, except blue in color. Blue like her skin, only darker. There were strange blotches and patches of black skin visible on her naked body. They kind of reminded Bate of the skin of a frog for some reason. Her skin looked kind of moist like a frog as well. Bate didn't mind that. It looked like she'd slicked herself up with oil. Slicked up her boobs so they were all shiny and glossy and oh fuck was Bate's boner so goddamn hard right now.
Bate was okay with her strange appearance. She had a good reason. She was an alien.
Oh yeah, right. Bate remembered now. He was on an alien planet. It was so cool.
She was just your friendly blue-skinned alien babe.
That was right. It was all chill. He and his buds hanging out with some sexy blue-skinned alien chicks.
Williams and Spann were standing over by the damp cave wall. Crouched down between them with her back to Bate was another blue-skinned alien babe. Her back was covered in blobby black squiggles. Like someone had got blind drunk and tried to paint black lines down her back. She had a tail—a wide, stubby flap of flesh that looked like a thick leather loincloth. It covered the crack of her butt and most of the swell of her ass. Bate thought this a shame. From what he could see, she had a gorgeous peach of an ass.
From this angle it looked like she had a hand on Williams' and Spann's cocks and was alternating between blowing them. Looked like it from Williams' and Spann's postures as well—muscles all tensed up, heads tipped back, eyes closed.
So lucky.
"My sister gets two because she's senior," the blue-skinned babe said. "I could have had two as well, but he wasn't interested."
'He' was Sergeant Sullivan. He was lying off to the side. He wasn't interested because he wasn't feeling very well. He was having a little lie down until he felt better.
Poor Sarge, missing out on all the fun, Bate thought.
Sarge's head lolled at a funny angle. His tongue protruded from his open mouth. He stared at nothing with glassy eyes.
The buzzing in the back of Bate's head grew louder. He was sure there was something he was supposed to remember. Man, it was really starting to bug him.
He jolted as the blue-skinned girl caressed his hip. It was a pleasurable jolt. Her touch felt amazing, even if he could see the webbing between her fingers. She smiled at him coquettishly.
"You need to choose," she said. "Right? Or left?"
She lifted first her right boob, then her left.
It was a tough decision.
"Eeny, meeny, miney, mo..." Bate said, pointing at one lovely swollen globe and then the other. "That one," he said as his finger ended up pointing at her left breast.
"This one?" the blue-skinned babe said. She gave her left tit a squeeze with her webbed hand.
Bate nodded, a big shit-eating grin on his face.
She sidled up to him and rubbed her big soft boobs against his body as she lowered herself down to a crouch. She looked at him with her big, moist eyes and pressed her left tit against Bate's rampant erection. The pulpy soft flesh of her tit deformed as his iron-hard manhood pressed into it. She wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and tugged on him while smothering the head of Bate's cock in her ample tit-flesh.
Big tits, so awesome, Bate thought. Even if they were blue. He reached down and fondled her other tit.
Still with her hand wrapped around the root of Bate's cock, the blue-skinned babe pulled her tit back. The nipple inverted, became a rubbery ring rather than a nub. The ring opened up to reveal a glistening tunnel of pink flesh.
The same happened with her other tit. Bate was exploring the rubbery lip of the freshly opened orifice when his finger was drawn inside and sucked on as if a mouth had opened up in her tit.
Whoa.
Bate's brow wrinkled. He'd never seen a tit do that before.
The blue-skinned babe caressed his butt cheek with a warm hand. Bate looked down at the wet orifice that had opened up in her breast. The pink interior contracted and dilated enticingly. Bate was hit by a strong urge to put his cock inside. He wanted to shove his dick into her tit so badly.
The blue-skinned babe put it in for him. Still gripping the base of his cock, she pressed her boob forwards. The dark blue ring of her nipple encircled the swollen head of Bate's cock. She pushed her boob into Bate and he felt himself slowly sink into a tunnel of flesh. Warm, tight, wet—just like teen pussy. So much so that for a moment Bate thought he had sunk his dick into tight, wet pussy. Then he looked down and saw his cock was buried up to the root in her big round tit.
That nagging buzzing started up again in the back of Bate's skull.
This wasn't the time for it, he thought, angrily shunting the nagging thoughts aside.
"Like that?" the blue-skinned babe asked.
Bate nodded. "Tight," he grinned.
The soft flesh of her boob was packed all around Bate's cock.
"What if I do this?"
Her tit throbbed. Bate felt the flesh move around him. A tight ring contracted around the base of his cock and rolled up his shaft. His cock was sucked deeper into her tit and squeezed by soft boobflesh.
Bate didn't answer. His contented sigh was answer enough.
"Mmm, my big soft tit is going to suck out all your cum," the blue-skinned alien babe said.
He felt her other tit suck and pull on his finger. He knew breasts weren't supposed to work this way. They were supposed to be milked, not the other way around. But it felt so goddamn good though. Her big boob bulged and pulsed while inside a tight ring of flesh tugged up and down Bate's cock.
"Are you getting close?" the blue-skinned babe asked. "You can let it out, if you like. Just pour it all out inside my big soft boob."
She gave Bate's buttock a playful squeeze. Her tit did the same to his cock. Then she sucked him deeper.
"Ooh, you're close. I can feel it," she said.
Bate's cock throbbed and twitched inside her. Her boob tightened around it. Its pulsations slowed down, became more deliberate. A muscular ring of force ran up Bate's shaft. Again. Again. Now squeezing the head of his cock before bunching back up around the root in preparation for the next long, squeezing stroke.
Bate couldn't hold on. His body trembled. His cock throbbed and spat a thick load of cum inside her boob. That wasn't enough. Her boob kept pulsing, kept squeezing, kept sucking another shot out of him. Fuck, her tit was milking him.
"Yes, yes. Pump it all out," she exhorted.
Yes, but who? It felt more like her boob was pumping his cum out of him rather than him pumping it into her. His ejaculation kept going and going, dragged out longer and longer by the pulsing suction of her tit.
Her boobs were amazing. She was amazing.
Her friends were amazing as well. Both Williams and Spann were still going—still twitching and coming—and they'd started way before Bate.
Hey, was Williams on a diet? Bate didn't remember him looking this skinny. Spann too.
The blue-skinned girl had a hand between each of Williams and Spann's butt cheeks. She pushed a finger up, up into their anuses. Both men jerked as if electrocuted. And continued to slim right down before Bate's eyes. Becoming skinny, then gaunt, then practically nothing more than skin and bones. Williams collapsed to his knees with a rattling sigh. Spann followed. Both toppled backwards and ceased moving.
The blue-skinned alien girl stood up and turned around. Her tits were no longer just big, they were monstrous—big wobbly blue balloons that sagged down almost to her waist. They jiggled as if full of water. And maybe something else. The light was dim, but Bate would have sworn he saw the imprint of a hand pushing outwards. Maybe the indentation of a face.
Bate couldn't ignore the buzzing in the back of his skull any longer. He tried to pull away. His blue-skinned babe grabbed his ass and held him tight. Her fleshy tit clamped around his cock and sucked him back inside with a noisy squelch.
"Have you not finished yet?" the other blue girl asked. "Others of their kind will be along soon."
"Give me a moment."
Her eyes were almost apologetic as she looked up at Bate. Her index finger slipped between his butt cheeks, found his anus, and then pushed up inside. His shock at the intrusion was short-lived. The blue-skinned babe found a secret place within his ass and pressed. A flood of white pleasure drowned Bate. With her finger pressed up against Bate's prostate gland, she made her boob pulse faster and stronger around Bate's cock. His ejaculation became a gush. He rose up on his toes and groaned as he emptied his balls—his everything—into her pulsating tit.
Then, spent in one single white-bright moment of overwhelming ecstasy, he toppled over backwards and expired.
The blue-skinned girl rubbed a hand over a breast grown bloated to five or more times larger than its pair. She stood up and shared a passionate kiss on the lips with the other girl. They were joined by a third, also with monstrously large—full—blue breasts. Together, the trio snuck away back to their secret waterways.
Sunday, November 12, 2017
H-space MGB Profile: Bubble-Prison Arachne
Name: Bubble-Prison Arachne
Type: Arachne
Habitat: Bük'al Kulburburia (This appears to be a HSIO city and centre of industry).
Description:
A specialised type of arachne (spider girl) distinguished by a large abdomen that resembles a transparent bubble. The abdomen is hollow and used to contain human captives while the arachne 'sublimates' them.
Bubble-prison arachnes occupy a worker caste position within HSIO society. Their role is to sublimate humans to their liquid essences, which is a key ingredient in various exotic drinks brewed by other HSIO workers. As best as we've been able to translate, the sublimation process appears to involve the extraction of the human soul, and requires the subject to be taken to—and held in—a state of extreme sexual nirvana.
After ingesting a captive, the arachne fills the abdominal cavity with aphrodisiac gases to subdue them. She is able to regulate the space within her abdomen by pumping air between the outer wall and inner lining. Once the captive is subdued, the arachne shrinks the cavity around them and uses gases, secreted fluids and the motions of her inner lining to first induce extreme sensual euphoria, then sublimate her captive to a liquid essence.
(Scientifically, I do not know how this next step happens. And no, I will not condone the feeding of "willing" recruits to our specimen in order to test the resulting sublimation fluids. We are scientists, not monsters.)
Given their peculiar specialisation to this task, I wonder if the bubble-prison arachnes were specifically bred—or even engineered—solely for this purpose.
Attack Strategy:
Bubble-prison arachnes are workers and as such are slow and unused to direct combat. Despite this, they shouldn't be taken lightly. As a defensive measure, a bubble-prison arachne can fill her abdomen with her aphrodisiac gases and release them as a cloud. The arachne secretes a stronger form of this venom on her lips and are physically strong enough to "kiss" a person into submission should they allow her to get close enough.
As with other spider girls, the bubble-prison arachne can produce a silk-like substance from her abdomen to bind opponents. The silk is not strong, but it is impregnated with her venom and most captives will be too overwhelmed by horniness to attempt escape.
Countermeasures:
Gas masks are ineffective against the gas clouds released by the arachnes as the active agent is absorbed through the skin. Fortunately, this active agent is not strong and requires continuous heavy exposure to incapacitate most men.
As with other low-tier HSIOs, bubble-prison arachnes have some limited regeneration, but not enough to withstand sustained assault.
Threat Level:
Low.
*I fear Doctor Cummings has become unhealthily attached to our specimen, Burbuila. Burbuila is friendly and has proven very helpful, but one should never lose sight of what she is.
Type: Arachne
Habitat: Bük'al Kulburburia (This appears to be a HSIO city and centre of industry).
Description:
A specialised type of arachne (spider girl) distinguished by a large abdomen that resembles a transparent bubble. The abdomen is hollow and used to contain human captives while the arachne 'sublimates' them.
Bubble-prison arachnes occupy a worker caste position within HSIO society. Their role is to sublimate humans to their liquid essences, which is a key ingredient in various exotic drinks brewed by other HSIO workers. As best as we've been able to translate, the sublimation process appears to involve the extraction of the human soul, and requires the subject to be taken to—and held in—a state of extreme sexual nirvana.
After ingesting a captive, the arachne fills the abdominal cavity with aphrodisiac gases to subdue them. She is able to regulate the space within her abdomen by pumping air between the outer wall and inner lining. Once the captive is subdued, the arachne shrinks the cavity around them and uses gases, secreted fluids and the motions of her inner lining to first induce extreme sensual euphoria, then sublimate her captive to a liquid essence.
(Scientifically, I do not know how this next step happens. And no, I will not condone the feeding of "willing" recruits to our specimen in order to test the resulting sublimation fluids. We are scientists, not monsters.)
Given their peculiar specialisation to this task, I wonder if the bubble-prison arachnes were specifically bred—or even engineered—solely for this purpose.
Attack Strategy:
Bubble-prison arachnes are workers and as such are slow and unused to direct combat. Despite this, they shouldn't be taken lightly. As a defensive measure, a bubble-prison arachne can fill her abdomen with her aphrodisiac gases and release them as a cloud. The arachne secretes a stronger form of this venom on her lips and are physically strong enough to "kiss" a person into submission should they allow her to get close enough.
As with other spider girls, the bubble-prison arachne can produce a silk-like substance from her abdomen to bind opponents. The silk is not strong, but it is impregnated with her venom and most captives will be too overwhelmed by horniness to attempt escape.
Countermeasures:
Gas masks are ineffective against the gas clouds released by the arachnes as the active agent is absorbed through the skin. Fortunately, this active agent is not strong and requires continuous heavy exposure to incapacitate most men.
As with other low-tier HSIOs, bubble-prison arachnes have some limited regeneration, but not enough to withstand sustained assault.
Threat Level:
Low.
*I fear Doctor Cummings has become unhealthily attached to our specimen, Burbuila. Burbuila is friendly and has proven very helpful, but one should never lose sight of what she is.
Saturday, November 11, 2017
H-space MGB Story: Bubble-Prison Arachne
PFC Stewart Peter Bate awoke suspended above pandemonium. He was bound at the wrists and hanging from a rope like a side of beef. He was completely naked and both his cock and legs dangled beneath him as he slid through the darkness on an unseen conveyor. Bate couldn't see what. Above him, the rope—which looked like catgut—stretched up into pitch-blackness. Below him, a long way below him, Bate saw a bustle of activity as people worked.
Not people. Demons. Okay, aliens, although Bate was less sure about that now.
They weren't supposed to be this organized.
"Simple tribal hierarchies at best," the big brains had said.
The big brains had lied, or been utterly incompetent. Either way, the activity Bate saw was considerably more complex than 'simple tribal hierarchies'. Bate thought he was looking down at a factory shop floor, or maybe a chaotic bazaar.
And he was travelling over the whole thing like a strung up pig's carcass.
This concerned Bate greatly.
He tried to remember how he'd got here. Last he remembered was chilling at the base. Then a puff of pink smoke, a sweet smell, and darkness.
And now—more darkness.
He was transported through inky black shadows, far above the activity taking place below. He couldn't tell whether it was night or day. Not that he'd be able to even if he could see the sky. H-space didn't really do night or day.
Bate was not the only on the meat hooks. Ahead of him he saw another pale, naked body. A fellow soldier? He was still unconscious... or dead. He hung limply and his head lolled forwards between his shoulders.
There was another person (body?) behind him. By twisting his body from side to side, Bate was able to glimpse him, but not see whether he was alive, or awake.
Bate was going to call out to both when he saw something ahead of them. Spiders. Giant spiders the size of automobiles. Bate's cry died in his mouth.
There were monstrous spiders all around him. He watched as they descended on silvery ropes to the floor far below. They halted just above great vats containing violet liquid. Muscular hindigs with hunched, carapace-covered bodies swirled the vats with great long oars. One of the giant spiders upended itself. Its bloated abdomen was the same color as the liquid in the vat. The reason for that became clear as its abdomen shrank and a stream of violet fluid poured down into the vat. Like squeezing the juice out of a grape, Bate thought. Flecks of gold glittered in the vat as the hard-shelled demons swirled the liquids around. Its abdomen empty, the spider climbed back up into the shadows.
As Bate approached closer he saw a spider being ridden by a woman who was naked aside from long tresses of hair covering her breasts. Was it even a spider? The abdomen was bloated, but also transparent. It looked artificial—like a giant bubble of clear plastic. A robot? Or some kind of mechanical walker? The long legs still looked kind of spidery—organic rather than machine.
One of the spider riders plucked the unconscious man in front of Bate off his rope and carried him away up into the darkness. The line continued moving.
Then it was Bate's turn. A spider rider came for him, only now Bate was close enough to see that his initial impression was wrong. There was no spider—or mechanical walker—and rider; spider and rider were one and the same. The woman's upper body emerged directly from where the head would have been on a giant spider. Like the centaurs of myth, Bate thought, but with the lower half of a monstrous spider instead of a horse.
This had to be a nightmare. It couldn't be real.
"Oh, you're awake," the spider girl said.
She had an open, friendly face. It was pretty... if you could fool yourself into thinking the black orbs clustered at her temples were some form of exotic body modification and not actual eyes. Her naked body was pretty fine as well, with a set of tits a stripper would be proud of. That rack would be totally visible if her silky platinum-blonde hair wasn't long enough to cover it, Lady Godiva style.
Yes, her body was all fine... until you reached the hips and the woman ended and the spider began. That part was loathsomely arachnid. She had eight long, jointed legs. Her abdomen was a large bloated transparent balloon. That part was utterly alien. There was nothing in it—no organs, nothing. Just a giant transparent sac. It looked like a giant bubble attached to her ass.
Nightmare. Had to be a nightmare.
"Do you have a name?" the spider girl asked. "Mine is Burbuila."
"Roger," Bate replied, "Roger Bull."
"Hi, Roger Bull," Burbuila said. "I'm to be your..." She seemed to be struggling to find the right word. "...squeeze... er."
"What are you?" Bate asked. She seemed to be acting friendly enough, but there was still that demon body...
"I'm an essence extrac... squeeze... er..." Her brow furrowed again. "Your language is so clumsy. I'm a type of arachne. Spider girl," she elaborated. "But not one of the scary ones you might have heard about, no no no. I'm a specialized arachne. Look."
She leant back and ran a hand over her bloated abdomen. The surface dimpled and rippled like an air-filled rubber bladder.
"See how soft and comfortable it is."
"Uh, okay," Bate said. "I don't suppose you could get me down."
She reached up and plucked Bate off the rope. One of her spidery forelimbs moved forwards and snipped through the rope binding Bate's wrists as if it was nothing more than thread.
"Thanks," Bate said.
"You're welcome," she beamed back at him.
She turned and carried him away from the line. She was stronger than she looked. She cradled his 200 pounds of mostly muscle in her arms as if he was no more than a baby.
She wasn't holding him tight though. If Bate struggled, he reckoned he break free of her. And then what? If he missed any of the ropes (web?) she was walking on... splat.
"It's so nice to have this conversation with you," Burbuila said. "It makes the squee..." Again, a pause. Again, a furrowing of her brows. "...process much smoother and more pleasurable."
The silvery ropes Burbuila walked upon were hard to pick out in the shadowy gloom. There could be a complex web of them—criss-crossing and intersecting in a mesh dense enough to catch Bate if he fell. Or there could only be a few strands running far apart. In which case... splat. Bate didn't fancy taking that chance.
After walking a short distance, Burbuila stopped. She gave him a flirty little smile and brushed aside the silky smooth hair covering her left breast. Bate caught a glimpse of the little pink button nub of her nipple. He was sure it was deliberate.
"Shall we begin?" she asked.
Bate smiled back. Begin what? The way she bent over him, her eyelids half-closed and her luscious lips all bunched up, looked like she want to kiss him. Bate was kind of okay with that. A kiss—even a kiss off a freaky spider woman demon—didn't seem so bad. It could be worse.
Bate glanced over her right shoulder.
He saw worse.
There was another spider woman some way above him. She had a man trapped inside her big bubble abdomen. He was pushing his hands against the transparent wall like it was bars.
Bate's eyes widened. He started to squirm too late as she gathered him up in a tight, inescapable embrace. Her luscious lips pressed against his.
...and Bate stopped squirming as he lost himself in her kiss.
It was like being sixteen all over again: Nervous, heart fluttering, blood pounding, stomach churning, then that perfect timeless moment as his lips pressed against the lips of his crush of the time. Time stood still. No. Time didn't even exist. Their lips locked, tongues tangled, breath was shared. He tasted sweetness—like the juices of some exotic, forbidden fruit. Hot flashes traced burning trails across his skin. His loins throbbed. He melted in her arms.
Burbuila broke off the kiss and smiled down at him.
Bate gave her puppy-dog eyes back. He no longer even knew where he was.
"See," she said. "Specialized arachne. I don't bite. I kiss."
Glistening dew drops bubbled up on her lips. She kissed him again—on his lips, his cheeks, his neck, his chest. The lipstick impressions she left on his skin flared and tingled. Bate felt hot, shivery, weak.
"That's the first part of the process," Burbuila said.
She held Bate's body away from her with her long jointed forelegs.
"Now for the second."
She let out a soft grunt. Her fleshy labia—pink and plump and human in appearance even though they lay at the juncture where human became spider—parted. Another soft grunt, this time of exertion. Her sex opened out into a tunnel. Glistening strands of lubricant stretched between the moist tunnel walls. They snapped as the tunnel opened up wider and wider.
Bate's eyes widened also. He was still woozy from Burbuila's kiss, but he could see her vagina had opened too wide for any meaningful sexual intercourse. Why, it was wide enough to fit his head.
Bate was not woozy enough to be blissfully ignorant of what she intended. He started to squirm as she pushed him headfirst into the gaping maw of her sex.
"In you go," she said, before letting out a breathy sigh.
Wet muscular walls enfolded Bate's head and upper body. They gripped and smoothly pulled him down an organic passage. Bate barely had time to panic before he was transported down the fleshy tunnel and excreted out into the open space of her transparent abdomen.
From the inside it even more resembled a giant bubble. Through the translucent walls he saw other spider women resting on silvery threads, their bubble abdomens also containing captives.
From the inside of her...
Oh fuck, he was inside her.
Then Bate panicked.
He stood up and banged his fists against the outer wall. It felt soft and yielding, but also tough like thick rubber.
"Ooh, a fidgety one", Burbuila said. Her voice was muffled by the transparent walls of her bubble abdomen. "That's ticklish."
"Let me out," Bate wailed.
"I will, after I've put you through the nirvana of sublimation," Burbuila said. "Just relax. It's an intensely pleasurable experience."
Violet fumes welled up from the floor. The bubble was filled with a sickly sweet scent. The air became thick, cloying... musky. Bate felt strange—heavy, but also horny. He felt the blood rush down to his groin. His thoughts fogged up.
"Lie back. Relax," Burbuila said. Her words sank into Bate's brain and fluttered against his pleasure centers.
Before he knew it, he was lying on the floor of her bubble. It had grown thicker and softer—like an airbed pumped up with air. A puff of membrane swelled up and formed a comfortable pillow for his head.
"Comfortable?" Burbuila asked.
Her voice—her soft sighs and moans—seemed to be coming from a position right next to Bate's ears. As if she was in there with him. The air inside the bubble was thick with exotic scents and the musky odor of arousal.
Burbuila lay back against the bubble and rubbed her arms against the pliant walls.
"And now to squeeze," she sighed.
Soft, membranous walls closed around Bate. He felt gentle pressure all over his body. The warmth and scents reminded him of teen fantasies of being tangled up with the naked and nubile bodies of the entire cheerleading squad.
Burbuila breathed in and her bubble abdomen throbbed around Bate like a giant heart. The membranous walls moved all over him, caressed him, squeezed him.
"Give yourself to the pleasure," Burbuila said. She lay back against her balloon-like abdomen as it swelled and throbbed. "Let me squeeze out all your tension and melt you with bliss."
Bate's erection was engulfed and sucked up inside an orifice. He could see it bobbing away through the transparent membrane walls. He saw his foreskin move back and forth as his member was gripped by a gentle force.
"Squeeze," Burbuila said.
She breathed in. Her membranous walls pressed all around Bate. Suction tugged against his erection. It responded with a meaty twitch.
"And relax."
She let out a breath. The gentle pressure all over Bate's body subsided. Fleshy walls fluttered around his cock.
She repeated the cycle until Bate twitched, mad with lust inside her. So close. He felt so close. He wanted to reach over and finish himself off, but the membranes kept him pinned to the floor of the bubble.
"And now the big squeeze," Burbuila said.
The soft walls pressed all around Bate, molding perfectly to his body and applying gentle pressure all over, with special attention to his cock. Bate felt the pressure—the suction—building on his manhood until he could withstand it no longer. He shuddered helplessly and bucked against the smothering pressure as he emptied a great stream of cum into her. It was drawn from him as if inhaled. The bubble throbbed around him and each pulse sucked another massive flood of sperm from him. Something else as well. Some hazy nebulous element of him. Not enough to empty him, but enough to make him feel like some part of him was missing.
Fucked right out of him.
He lay back on the soft membranes, panting from the exertion.
What had he just done with this... thing? And why did it feel like the best sex he'd ever had?
More sweet-smelling fumes were puffed into Bate's face. Warm exotic fluids were poured over his naked body. His doubt and disgust melted away. He felt hot and horny and eager to go again.
"This is where my sisters would squeeze, and suck, and churn, until you were fully sublimated to your essence," Burbuila said, still lying back against the transparent bag of her abdomen. "They're too impatient. It should always be long, slow and sensual."
More warm juices were squirted into the cavity. They sank through Bate's skin, soaked into his muscles and made him feel blissfully relaxed. So pampered. He felt so pampered within her.
"The longer you give them nirvana, the greater the flavor."
She sighed and rubbed her arms against the membranous wall of her bubble-prison abdomen.
"They always tell me my flavor is the best. Because I care for you and make you feel so good."
Slow steady throbs started up again with Bate at the heart of them. His cock was sucked up and squeezed by air pressure. He let out a low moan. Nothing else mattered as Burbuila slowly pulsed him up to another long, slow orgasm. More violet fluids flecked with gold flowed into the chamber of her abdomen.
"We're going to share bliss together for such a long time," Burbuila said.
She was good for her word. She could have emptied Bate out with a few strong squeezes, but instead she let him recover, let his body rest, let his balls fill back up before she squeezed and massaged him to another monstrous climax.
Over and over again.
It was a long time later when she descended down and emptied Bate's sublimated essence out into the vat far below.
Not people. Demons. Okay, aliens, although Bate was less sure about that now.
They weren't supposed to be this organized.
"Simple tribal hierarchies at best," the big brains had said.
The big brains had lied, or been utterly incompetent. Either way, the activity Bate saw was considerably more complex than 'simple tribal hierarchies'. Bate thought he was looking down at a factory shop floor, or maybe a chaotic bazaar.
And he was travelling over the whole thing like a strung up pig's carcass.
This concerned Bate greatly.
He tried to remember how he'd got here. Last he remembered was chilling at the base. Then a puff of pink smoke, a sweet smell, and darkness.
And now—more darkness.
He was transported through inky black shadows, far above the activity taking place below. He couldn't tell whether it was night or day. Not that he'd be able to even if he could see the sky. H-space didn't really do night or day.
Bate was not the only on the meat hooks. Ahead of him he saw another pale, naked body. A fellow soldier? He was still unconscious... or dead. He hung limply and his head lolled forwards between his shoulders.
There was another person (body?) behind him. By twisting his body from side to side, Bate was able to glimpse him, but not see whether he was alive, or awake.
Bate was going to call out to both when he saw something ahead of them. Spiders. Giant spiders the size of automobiles. Bate's cry died in his mouth.
There were monstrous spiders all around him. He watched as they descended on silvery ropes to the floor far below. They halted just above great vats containing violet liquid. Muscular hindigs with hunched, carapace-covered bodies swirled the vats with great long oars. One of the giant spiders upended itself. Its bloated abdomen was the same color as the liquid in the vat. The reason for that became clear as its abdomen shrank and a stream of violet fluid poured down into the vat. Like squeezing the juice out of a grape, Bate thought. Flecks of gold glittered in the vat as the hard-shelled demons swirled the liquids around. Its abdomen empty, the spider climbed back up into the shadows.
As Bate approached closer he saw a spider being ridden by a woman who was naked aside from long tresses of hair covering her breasts. Was it even a spider? The abdomen was bloated, but also transparent. It looked artificial—like a giant bubble of clear plastic. A robot? Or some kind of mechanical walker? The long legs still looked kind of spidery—organic rather than machine.
One of the spider riders plucked the unconscious man in front of Bate off his rope and carried him away up into the darkness. The line continued moving.
Then it was Bate's turn. A spider rider came for him, only now Bate was close enough to see that his initial impression was wrong. There was no spider—or mechanical walker—and rider; spider and rider were one and the same. The woman's upper body emerged directly from where the head would have been on a giant spider. Like the centaurs of myth, Bate thought, but with the lower half of a monstrous spider instead of a horse.
This had to be a nightmare. It couldn't be real.
"Oh, you're awake," the spider girl said.
She had an open, friendly face. It was pretty... if you could fool yourself into thinking the black orbs clustered at her temples were some form of exotic body modification and not actual eyes. Her naked body was pretty fine as well, with a set of tits a stripper would be proud of. That rack would be totally visible if her silky platinum-blonde hair wasn't long enough to cover it, Lady Godiva style.
Yes, her body was all fine... until you reached the hips and the woman ended and the spider began. That part was loathsomely arachnid. She had eight long, jointed legs. Her abdomen was a large bloated transparent balloon. That part was utterly alien. There was nothing in it—no organs, nothing. Just a giant transparent sac. It looked like a giant bubble attached to her ass.
Nightmare. Had to be a nightmare.
"Do you have a name?" the spider girl asked. "Mine is Burbuila."
"Roger," Bate replied, "Roger Bull."
"Hi, Roger Bull," Burbuila said. "I'm to be your..." She seemed to be struggling to find the right word. "...squeeze... er."
"What are you?" Bate asked. She seemed to be acting friendly enough, but there was still that demon body...
"I'm an essence extrac... squeeze... er..." Her brow furrowed again. "Your language is so clumsy. I'm a type of arachne. Spider girl," she elaborated. "But not one of the scary ones you might have heard about, no no no. I'm a specialized arachne. Look."
She leant back and ran a hand over her bloated abdomen. The surface dimpled and rippled like an air-filled rubber bladder.
"See how soft and comfortable it is."
"Uh, okay," Bate said. "I don't suppose you could get me down."
She reached up and plucked Bate off the rope. One of her spidery forelimbs moved forwards and snipped through the rope binding Bate's wrists as if it was nothing more than thread.
"Thanks," Bate said.
"You're welcome," she beamed back at him.
She turned and carried him away from the line. She was stronger than she looked. She cradled his 200 pounds of mostly muscle in her arms as if he was no more than a baby.
She wasn't holding him tight though. If Bate struggled, he reckoned he break free of her. And then what? If he missed any of the ropes (web?) she was walking on... splat.
"It's so nice to have this conversation with you," Burbuila said. "It makes the squee..." Again, a pause. Again, a furrowing of her brows. "...process much smoother and more pleasurable."
The silvery ropes Burbuila walked upon were hard to pick out in the shadowy gloom. There could be a complex web of them—criss-crossing and intersecting in a mesh dense enough to catch Bate if he fell. Or there could only be a few strands running far apart. In which case... splat. Bate didn't fancy taking that chance.
After walking a short distance, Burbuila stopped. She gave him a flirty little smile and brushed aside the silky smooth hair covering her left breast. Bate caught a glimpse of the little pink button nub of her nipple. He was sure it was deliberate.
"Shall we begin?" she asked.
Bate smiled back. Begin what? The way she bent over him, her eyelids half-closed and her luscious lips all bunched up, looked like she want to kiss him. Bate was kind of okay with that. A kiss—even a kiss off a freaky spider woman demon—didn't seem so bad. It could be worse.
Bate glanced over her right shoulder.
He saw worse.
There was another spider woman some way above him. She had a man trapped inside her big bubble abdomen. He was pushing his hands against the transparent wall like it was bars.
Bate's eyes widened. He started to squirm too late as she gathered him up in a tight, inescapable embrace. Her luscious lips pressed against his.
...and Bate stopped squirming as he lost himself in her kiss.
It was like being sixteen all over again: Nervous, heart fluttering, blood pounding, stomach churning, then that perfect timeless moment as his lips pressed against the lips of his crush of the time. Time stood still. No. Time didn't even exist. Their lips locked, tongues tangled, breath was shared. He tasted sweetness—like the juices of some exotic, forbidden fruit. Hot flashes traced burning trails across his skin. His loins throbbed. He melted in her arms.
Burbuila broke off the kiss and smiled down at him.
Bate gave her puppy-dog eyes back. He no longer even knew where he was.
"See," she said. "Specialized arachne. I don't bite. I kiss."
Glistening dew drops bubbled up on her lips. She kissed him again—on his lips, his cheeks, his neck, his chest. The lipstick impressions she left on his skin flared and tingled. Bate felt hot, shivery, weak.
"That's the first part of the process," Burbuila said.
She held Bate's body away from her with her long jointed forelegs.
"Now for the second."
She let out a soft grunt. Her fleshy labia—pink and plump and human in appearance even though they lay at the juncture where human became spider—parted. Another soft grunt, this time of exertion. Her sex opened out into a tunnel. Glistening strands of lubricant stretched between the moist tunnel walls. They snapped as the tunnel opened up wider and wider.
Bate's eyes widened also. He was still woozy from Burbuila's kiss, but he could see her vagina had opened too wide for any meaningful sexual intercourse. Why, it was wide enough to fit his head.
Bate was not woozy enough to be blissfully ignorant of what she intended. He started to squirm as she pushed him headfirst into the gaping maw of her sex.
"In you go," she said, before letting out a breathy sigh.
Wet muscular walls enfolded Bate's head and upper body. They gripped and smoothly pulled him down an organic passage. Bate barely had time to panic before he was transported down the fleshy tunnel and excreted out into the open space of her transparent abdomen.
From the inside it even more resembled a giant bubble. Through the translucent walls he saw other spider women resting on silvery threads, their bubble abdomens also containing captives.
From the inside of her...
Oh fuck, he was inside her.
Then Bate panicked.
He stood up and banged his fists against the outer wall. It felt soft and yielding, but also tough like thick rubber.
"Ooh, a fidgety one", Burbuila said. Her voice was muffled by the transparent walls of her bubble abdomen. "That's ticklish."
"Let me out," Bate wailed.
"I will, after I've put you through the nirvana of sublimation," Burbuila said. "Just relax. It's an intensely pleasurable experience."
Violet fumes welled up from the floor. The bubble was filled with a sickly sweet scent. The air became thick, cloying... musky. Bate felt strange—heavy, but also horny. He felt the blood rush down to his groin. His thoughts fogged up.
"Lie back. Relax," Burbuila said. Her words sank into Bate's brain and fluttered against his pleasure centers.
Before he knew it, he was lying on the floor of her bubble. It had grown thicker and softer—like an airbed pumped up with air. A puff of membrane swelled up and formed a comfortable pillow for his head.
"Comfortable?" Burbuila asked.
Her voice—her soft sighs and moans—seemed to be coming from a position right next to Bate's ears. As if she was in there with him. The air inside the bubble was thick with exotic scents and the musky odor of arousal.
Burbuila lay back against the bubble and rubbed her arms against the pliant walls.
"And now to squeeze," she sighed.
Soft, membranous walls closed around Bate. He felt gentle pressure all over his body. The warmth and scents reminded him of teen fantasies of being tangled up with the naked and nubile bodies of the entire cheerleading squad.
Burbuila breathed in and her bubble abdomen throbbed around Bate like a giant heart. The membranous walls moved all over him, caressed him, squeezed him.
"Give yourself to the pleasure," Burbuila said. She lay back against her balloon-like abdomen as it swelled and throbbed. "Let me squeeze out all your tension and melt you with bliss."
Bate's erection was engulfed and sucked up inside an orifice. He could see it bobbing away through the transparent membrane walls. He saw his foreskin move back and forth as his member was gripped by a gentle force.
"Squeeze," Burbuila said.
She breathed in. Her membranous walls pressed all around Bate. Suction tugged against his erection. It responded with a meaty twitch.
"And relax."
She let out a breath. The gentle pressure all over Bate's body subsided. Fleshy walls fluttered around his cock.
She repeated the cycle until Bate twitched, mad with lust inside her. So close. He felt so close. He wanted to reach over and finish himself off, but the membranes kept him pinned to the floor of the bubble.
"And now the big squeeze," Burbuila said.
The soft walls pressed all around Bate, molding perfectly to his body and applying gentle pressure all over, with special attention to his cock. Bate felt the pressure—the suction—building on his manhood until he could withstand it no longer. He shuddered helplessly and bucked against the smothering pressure as he emptied a great stream of cum into her. It was drawn from him as if inhaled. The bubble throbbed around him and each pulse sucked another massive flood of sperm from him. Something else as well. Some hazy nebulous element of him. Not enough to empty him, but enough to make him feel like some part of him was missing.
Fucked right out of him.
He lay back on the soft membranes, panting from the exertion.
What had he just done with this... thing? And why did it feel like the best sex he'd ever had?
More sweet-smelling fumes were puffed into Bate's face. Warm exotic fluids were poured over his naked body. His doubt and disgust melted away. He felt hot and horny and eager to go again.
"This is where my sisters would squeeze, and suck, and churn, until you were fully sublimated to your essence," Burbuila said, still lying back against the transparent bag of her abdomen. "They're too impatient. It should always be long, slow and sensual."
More warm juices were squirted into the cavity. They sank through Bate's skin, soaked into his muscles and made him feel blissfully relaxed. So pampered. He felt so pampered within her.
"The longer you give them nirvana, the greater the flavor."
She sighed and rubbed her arms against the membranous wall of her bubble-prison abdomen.
"They always tell me my flavor is the best. Because I care for you and make you feel so good."
Slow steady throbs started up again with Bate at the heart of them. His cock was sucked up and squeezed by air pressure. He let out a low moan. Nothing else mattered as Burbuila slowly pulsed him up to another long, slow orgasm. More violet fluids flecked with gold flowed into the chamber of her abdomen.
"We're going to share bliss together for such a long time," Burbuila said.
She was good for her word. She could have emptied Bate out with a few strong squeezes, but instead she let him recover, let his body rest, let his balls fill back up before she squeezed and massaged him to another monstrous climax.
Over and over again.
It was a long time later when she descended down and emptied Bate's sublimated essence out into the vat far below.
Saturday, July 22, 2017
H-space MGB Profile: Strumpeta
Name: Strumpeta
Type: Lesser Demon
Habitat: Rocky terrain, hills.
Description:
At first glance the strumpeta looks like an attractive naked woman with an athletic physique. Their skin is covered in strange blotches and bands of darker colour. It looks like body paint but is the strumpeta's natural skin pigmentation. It would also not be strictly accurate to call this the strumpeta's skin. Their outer skin is a transparent elastic membrane akin to rubber. Until the strumpeta's true nature is ascertained, it would be easy to mistake their outer skin as some kind of kinky latex bodysuit.
Their true nature is revealed by their tail… or mouth. The 'tail' is also composed of the same transparent flexible material. The end terminates in a club-like structure that opens out like the bell of a trumpet to catch and ingest prey. Their anatomy is rather unusual. I was initially of the belief that the 'tail' was their mouth and the female form a lure. Closer inspection, and dissection, revealed the female lure to be roughly analogous to human in anatomy, including a functioning mouth and alimentary canal.
I wonder if the strumpeta is some kind of symbiotic relationship between two separate organisms. And if one of them might conceivably have been a regular human being at some point in their past. Troubling.
Alas, the specimen was taken from me before I could carry out further tests.
Attack Strategy:
The strumpeta captures and ingests prey through her tail. Being composed of a transparent rubbery material, it can be difficult to spot the tail in low light conditions, or even be aware the strumpeta is not human. The strumpeta uses this to her advantage as she lures humans close enough to be captured by her tail.
The tail is surprisingly strong, being able to lift an adult human male off the floor and hold him aloft while gulping him down.
The strumpeta's outer layer is elastic and stretches out like a bag to contain captured humans. To prevent her prey from suffocating the strumpeta will fill this bag with breathable air. She needs her prey to be alive in order to have sexual intercourse with them. As with most HSIOs, bringing their prey to sexual climax is an important part of the feeding process.
After sexual congress things get rather gruesome. The strumpeta fills the bag with powerful digestive enzymes and dissolves her victim. Our HSIO aides have informed me that this is a painless process, that both the air and fluids the strumpeta pumps into her bag are laced with powerful narcotics, and that the victim expires in a state of blissful nirvana.
I was privy to a… demonstration. It was gruesome… A vile perversion of the act of lovemaking. Even now I wish I could flush what I saw from my memory. I don't know how Stewart finds the strength to do what he does…
But I digress.
Gruesome mode of feeding aside, strumpeta's are not as fearsome combatants as other encountered HSIOs, as they primarily rely on ambushing single targets. Despite this they should not be taken lightly. They are fast, agile and extremely adept at catching people with their trumpet bell tails.
Countermeasures:
As strumpetas lack the special abilities observed in other HSIOs, they can be regarded as similar to conventional human combatants. Their main weakness is the process of capturing and swallowing a man is time-consuming and leaves them wide open to other attacks while they're doing it. For this reason they are unlikely to engage groups in combat and it is important not to get separated while facing one, as the strumpeta's strength and agility favours them in any one-on-one melee combat.
They possess similar minor regenerative abilities as other lesser H-space 'demons'.
Threat Level:
Low-Medium.
Type: Lesser Demon
Habitat: Rocky terrain, hills.
Description:
At first glance the strumpeta looks like an attractive naked woman with an athletic physique. Their skin is covered in strange blotches and bands of darker colour. It looks like body paint but is the strumpeta's natural skin pigmentation. It would also not be strictly accurate to call this the strumpeta's skin. Their outer skin is a transparent elastic membrane akin to rubber. Until the strumpeta's true nature is ascertained, it would be easy to mistake their outer skin as some kind of kinky latex bodysuit.
Their true nature is revealed by their tail… or mouth. The 'tail' is also composed of the same transparent flexible material. The end terminates in a club-like structure that opens out like the bell of a trumpet to catch and ingest prey. Their anatomy is rather unusual. I was initially of the belief that the 'tail' was their mouth and the female form a lure. Closer inspection, and dissection, revealed the female lure to be roughly analogous to human in anatomy, including a functioning mouth and alimentary canal.
I wonder if the strumpeta is some kind of symbiotic relationship between two separate organisms. And if one of them might conceivably have been a regular human being at some point in their past. Troubling.
Alas, the specimen was taken from me before I could carry out further tests.
Attack Strategy:
The strumpeta captures and ingests prey through her tail. Being composed of a transparent rubbery material, it can be difficult to spot the tail in low light conditions, or even be aware the strumpeta is not human. The strumpeta uses this to her advantage as she lures humans close enough to be captured by her tail.
The tail is surprisingly strong, being able to lift an adult human male off the floor and hold him aloft while gulping him down.
The strumpeta's outer layer is elastic and stretches out like a bag to contain captured humans. To prevent her prey from suffocating the strumpeta will fill this bag with breathable air. She needs her prey to be alive in order to have sexual intercourse with them. As with most HSIOs, bringing their prey to sexual climax is an important part of the feeding process.
After sexual congress things get rather gruesome. The strumpeta fills the bag with powerful digestive enzymes and dissolves her victim. Our HSIO aides have informed me that this is a painless process, that both the air and fluids the strumpeta pumps into her bag are laced with powerful narcotics, and that the victim expires in a state of blissful nirvana.
I was privy to a… demonstration. It was gruesome… A vile perversion of the act of lovemaking. Even now I wish I could flush what I saw from my memory. I don't know how Stewart finds the strength to do what he does…
But I digress.
Gruesome mode of feeding aside, strumpeta's are not as fearsome combatants as other encountered HSIOs, as they primarily rely on ambushing single targets. Despite this they should not be taken lightly. They are fast, agile and extremely adept at catching people with their trumpet bell tails.
Countermeasures:
As strumpetas lack the special abilities observed in other HSIOs, they can be regarded as similar to conventional human combatants. Their main weakness is the process of capturing and swallowing a man is time-consuming and leaves them wide open to other attacks while they're doing it. For this reason they are unlikely to engage groups in combat and it is important not to get separated while facing one, as the strumpeta's strength and agility favours them in any one-on-one melee combat.
They possess similar minor regenerative abilities as other lesser H-space 'demons'.
Threat Level:
Low-Medium.
Saturday, July 08, 2017
H-space MGB Story: Strumpeta
PFC Stewart Peter Bate almost hoped there was nothing after death. The prospect of standing before the pearly gates of heaven and answering "how did you get here?" with "I got sucked up by the trumpet tail of a swimwear model sex demon" was just too mortifying.
On the other hand, Bate really hoped there was something following on from this life because it looked very much like this world was done with him.
Muscular peristaltic contractions ran through the transparent tube, inching Bate deeper down it. Only his feet and ankles were still outside. Bate kicked them feebly. Not that it had any chance of doing anything. Despite looking like it was made out of soft clear rubber, the tube was powerful enough to lift Bate up off the ground and hold him there while she gulped him down. His arms were pinned to his sides. It was as much as he could do to keep moving his ribcage in and out to breathe in what little air remained within the tube.
Another muscular ripple jerked Bate a little deeper. The process of her swallowing him was slow enough to give him plenty of time to contemplate on how he'd ended up in this horrible state.
Stupidity.
That's what it was.
Stupidity on top of stupidity.
He'd signed up to join the army because he wasn't doing anything better with his life.
Stupidity.
He'd signed up for this top secret assignment because it sounded exciting and made him feel important.
Stupidity.
Not putting a bullet in this demonic bitch the moment he'd clapped eyes on her.
At least that last one wasn't totally on him. He'd tried. His gun had jammed. And then her big trumpet tail had sucked him right up.
He hadn't seen the tail at first. He'd seen a semi-naked woman flash by through the corner of his vision and his first thought was that it was one of the camp personnel.
Bate didn't know what she was doing wandering around in her underwear. Sleepwalking maybe. What he did know was that they'd told him it was dangerous beyond the perimeter. Definitely not a place for a young woman to be running around in nothing more than her underwear.
He'd realized his mistake when he caught up to her on the other side of a large rock formation they'd been using to mark the edges of the camp.
"Miss, what are you doing out here?"
What he'd first taken for black bra and panties were some kind of paint or natural body pigmentation. She had a similar bar across her big wide eyes that looked like exotic makeup.
He'd also got close enough to see she wasn't naked, although it was easy to make that mistake. She seemed to be in some kind of clear latex bodysuit that covered her from neck to toe. It was a weird bodysuit as it also appeared to have a tail. Bate hadn't seen it at first as it was also made out of the same colorless rubberlike material. The end terminated in a strange bulbous structure, like the club tail of one of those prehistoric armored dinosaurs.
"My belly feels so empty. Would you like to fill it?" she asked as sweetly as if asking for a kiss.
The tail was clearly part of her body and not some kind of freaky cosplay. That much was evident when it reared up over her head. The end opened out like the bell of a trumpet. Glistening strands of saliva crossed an aperture large enough to take in Bate's head, and maybe his shoulders too.
That had been enough for Bate. He'd aimed his rifle at the hindig, pressed the trigger and...
...nothing happened.
Bate looked down at his gun in surprise. That was time enough for the hindig to drop the flared opening of her tail over Bate's head and suck him up.
And now he was nothing more than a bulge of food passing down her tail on the way to whatever passed for her belly. He wondered if her female form was just a lure and her real head and neck was the tail-like structure Bate was currently being slowly squeezed down. At least he had a perfect view of the lovely swell of her ass.
In many respects that made it worse.
The hindig grunted as the flexible walls of her tail—or throat—bunched up around Bate and pulled him deeper into her body.
Did she have to make it sound so sexual? Bate thought. It was so wrong.
The air had run out. He was on the verge of passing out. Dimly he became aware of his head pressing up against some kind of soft sphincter. It opened up and Bate was squeezed between her legs and through into a flexible bag that hung from the front of her body.
The lack of oxygen kicked in and Bate drifted in and out of consciousness. Dimly he was aware of movement. Not that he should care about it. It was too late. She'd swallowed him, gulped him down like a snake gobbling up a live frog.
Eaten by a fucking demonic swimwear model, of all the fucking ways to go.
Life was fucking ridiculous, and then you died.
Or maybe not.
Bate woke to a hissing sound and the tickling sensation of air being blown past his ears. He opened his eyes and his vision was filled with two big round breasts. They were black as if painted with crude oil, but otherwise had an appealing swell and softness to them. Bate got to experience that softness firsthand as hands gripped the side of his head and rubbed his face into the curvaceous mounds of flesh.
Was this heaven? Bate idly wondered.
His head was pulled back. He noticed then there was a strange elastic membrane between the hands and the sides of his head. He also saw the big tits throb in a way a woman's tits should not. The nipples—if they were nipples—opened up and warm, scented air was squirted into Bate's face.
The perfumed breeze had a similar effect to spelling salts, but with none of the unpleasant pungency. The scent fired up Bate's brain and jerked him back to full attention. It also made his blood race as if he'd suddenly come into heat.
"Ah, better," the owner of the big round boobs said. "You're such fragile things. I thought you might have expired, and that would have made for a poor meal."
The hindig.
Bate remembered now.
He was lying in a bag of soft, elastic material. The hindig girl was sort of in there with him. Sort of, in the sense the membranous pouch was part of her. It formed an extra layer over her skin, and Bate was inside her in the space between her body and this additional elastic layer. She sat on top of him and straddled his crotch. Both ends of Bate were raised by the membranous walls of the bag. The only reason he was still breathing was because the bag had been pumped full of oxygenated air.
Pumped into here by her tits, he thought.
Hindigs were weirder even than what he'd heard.
The walls of the membrane were transparent and Bate could see his surroundings through them. He was in some kind of cave lit up by candles.
The hindig had brought him here, but for what purpose?
She moaned in pleasure and clutched her big titties through the elastic walls of her pouch. She squeezed and massaged them. No scented air emerged this time. Instead the nipples opened up wider and thick globs of a white paste-like substance fell down on Bate's chest. The substance was hot. Bate felt the heat against his skin as it soaked through his uniform.
It was doing more than soak through, it was burning through the material of his uniform as if the paste was some kind of caustic gel. This should have concerned Bate more, but he felt weirdly lethargic. And besides, he didn't feel any burning pain where the white substance came into contact with his exposed skin. There was some heat, but it felt pleasant more than anything.
He also felt heat rising within him. Whether it had been his face pressed into her soft boobs, or something in the perfumed air he was inhaling, or the way she was currently rubbing her crotch against him, Bate suddenly felt really turned on and in the mood for a good hard fucking.
She dripped more white globs onto him and then, moaning with wanton sexual need, she rubbed her naked body against Bate, smearing the white paste over both of their skins. Bate was aroused enough to rub his hands all over her naked body. He wanted to slide them over her back and put his arms around her, but could only reach her sides before encountering some kind of seam that prevented his hands from going any further. No matter. He was having enough fun fondling and playing with her big round tits.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "That's making me wet."
Then she pissed in his lap. At least it felt like piss. Warm liquid flooded out of her sex and puddled around Bate's buttocks at the bottom of the stretchy bag.
Disgusting.
Kinky.
Bate's erection rose up out of the wet ruin of his pants and underwear. The hindig positioned her body over it and slowly eased herself down. She let out a soft moan as she drew Bate's cock up into the snug clutch of her sex. Bate moaned too. Her vagina was tight and extremely juicy.
"Oh yes," the alien woman sighed.
She bounced up and down on Bate's cock. Being inside this membranous bag added a lot more bounce to the experience. The stretchy walls pressed all around Bate's naked form and added extra spring to his thrusts as he fucked the alien girl.
Oh yeah, Bate thought, feeling the wet friction of her pussy sliding around his cock. Who'd have thought being swallowed up by her weird trumpet tail would have ended up like this. Maybe he had died and this was some kind of heaven.
No, it couldn't be. What they were doing together was way too dirty for any heaven.
Moaning and gasping in ecstasy, the hindig reached up and squeezed her breasts again. Her tits disgorged more thick white paste over Bate, interspersed with more puffs of that delicious perfumed air.
Faster and faster she rode him. Bate was bounced around inside the bag and churned around with the paste from her tits and the copious fluids leaking from her pussy. Together with the dissolved dregs of Bate's uniform—and probably his sweat and pre-cum as well—the liquids formed a messy slurry at the bottom of the transparent pouch.
"Yes," the hindig girl said. "I'm going to come... going to come so much."
So was Bate, if the steadily rising pressure in his balls was anything to go by.
The hindig switched position. She moved her legs forwards and crossed them behind Bate's back, coaxing him to penetrate her even more deeply with his manhood until it felt like every millimeter had been gobbled up by her wet, hungry sex. She leant forwards and hugged Bate's upper body through the elastic membrane.
Their two bodies were pressed too tightly together for any kind of thrusting motion, but none was required. Her vagina was moving all on its own. It throbbed, squeezed and tugged on Bate's cock. The stimulation was intense.
Too intense.
"Coming," Bate murmured into her soft cleavage.
His manhood throbbed and his hips flexed against her as he shot a great flood of semen inside her.
That flood was nothing but a trickle compared to what came out of the hindig. She gave out an exultant cry. Her vagina convulsed around Bate's still-throbbing member and she released a torrent of her ejaculate into the bag. This was beyond squirting. Bate was soaking in her warm issue. There was so much it was gradually filling up the bag.
The throbbing walls of her vagina set Bate off again. Her pussy clamped so tight around him it felt like she was sucking his seed out of him. Then her sex dilated and another torrent of warm fluids surged past his sensitive cock.
God, just how wet was she? The stretchy bag was filling up. It was ridiculous. The water level was already climbing up past his nipples. It smelt pretty rank as well—a potent mélange of sex and less pleasant bodily fluids. The puffs of perfumed air from her tits barely masked it.
It felt okay though. Like lying in a nice relaxing warm bath. It was the perfect thing when basking in the pleasant post-orgasmic aftermath. The elastic walls of the bag made it even better. The shifting and swaying motions sent warm currents tickling around Bate's body.
Maybe it was a little too relaxing. Bate felt a little strange below the neck. Or rather, it seemed like he couldn't feel some parts of his body at all.
The hindig placed her hands on the stretchy membrane and pressed Bate's face into her tits.
"This part's not so pleasant," she whispered down to him. "Just focus on my lovely big boobs. It won't take long."
They were lovely soft tits, Bate thought as he rubbed his face against her silky smooth skin. Big, round, and so, so soft. Soft like her luscious vagina wrapped around his cock.
Hmm. Why couldn't he feel that anymore? Had he already lost his erection? He had emptied a big load into her, he supposed. It would take a while to recover. In the meantime he'd soak in this lovely warm bath.
The hindig held Bate's head against her breasts as the rest of his body fell apart in her digestive juices. His neck detached, leaving his head behind as the rest of his body slumped to a sludge at the bottom of her stomach bag. The hindig continued to rub his face into her soft cleavage. Finally she released his head and let it fall into the rest of the soup. The flesh and soft tissues dissolved and a skull slowly sank to the bottom.
With a luxurious sigh, the hindig drew the soup of dissolved flesh into her body. The bones and other indigestible matter she excreted out through her tail onto a charnel heap at the back of her cave.
On the other hand, Bate really hoped there was something following on from this life because it looked very much like this world was done with him.
Muscular peristaltic contractions ran through the transparent tube, inching Bate deeper down it. Only his feet and ankles were still outside. Bate kicked them feebly. Not that it had any chance of doing anything. Despite looking like it was made out of soft clear rubber, the tube was powerful enough to lift Bate up off the ground and hold him there while she gulped him down. His arms were pinned to his sides. It was as much as he could do to keep moving his ribcage in and out to breathe in what little air remained within the tube.
Another muscular ripple jerked Bate a little deeper. The process of her swallowing him was slow enough to give him plenty of time to contemplate on how he'd ended up in this horrible state.
Stupidity.
That's what it was.
Stupidity on top of stupidity.
He'd signed up to join the army because he wasn't doing anything better with his life.
Stupidity.
He'd signed up for this top secret assignment because it sounded exciting and made him feel important.
Stupidity.
Not putting a bullet in this demonic bitch the moment he'd clapped eyes on her.
At least that last one wasn't totally on him. He'd tried. His gun had jammed. And then her big trumpet tail had sucked him right up.
He hadn't seen the tail at first. He'd seen a semi-naked woman flash by through the corner of his vision and his first thought was that it was one of the camp personnel.
Bate didn't know what she was doing wandering around in her underwear. Sleepwalking maybe. What he did know was that they'd told him it was dangerous beyond the perimeter. Definitely not a place for a young woman to be running around in nothing more than her underwear.
He'd realized his mistake when he caught up to her on the other side of a large rock formation they'd been using to mark the edges of the camp.
"Miss, what are you doing out here?"
What he'd first taken for black bra and panties were some kind of paint or natural body pigmentation. She had a similar bar across her big wide eyes that looked like exotic makeup.
He'd also got close enough to see she wasn't naked, although it was easy to make that mistake. She seemed to be in some kind of clear latex bodysuit that covered her from neck to toe. It was a weird bodysuit as it also appeared to have a tail. Bate hadn't seen it at first as it was also made out of the same colorless rubberlike material. The end terminated in a strange bulbous structure, like the club tail of one of those prehistoric armored dinosaurs.
"My belly feels so empty. Would you like to fill it?" she asked as sweetly as if asking for a kiss.
The tail was clearly part of her body and not some kind of freaky cosplay. That much was evident when it reared up over her head. The end opened out like the bell of a trumpet. Glistening strands of saliva crossed an aperture large enough to take in Bate's head, and maybe his shoulders too.
That had been enough for Bate. He'd aimed his rifle at the hindig, pressed the trigger and...
...nothing happened.
Bate looked down at his gun in surprise. That was time enough for the hindig to drop the flared opening of her tail over Bate's head and suck him up.
And now he was nothing more than a bulge of food passing down her tail on the way to whatever passed for her belly. He wondered if her female form was just a lure and her real head and neck was the tail-like structure Bate was currently being slowly squeezed down. At least he had a perfect view of the lovely swell of her ass.
In many respects that made it worse.
The hindig grunted as the flexible walls of her tail—or throat—bunched up around Bate and pulled him deeper into her body.
Did she have to make it sound so sexual? Bate thought. It was so wrong.
The air had run out. He was on the verge of passing out. Dimly he became aware of his head pressing up against some kind of soft sphincter. It opened up and Bate was squeezed between her legs and through into a flexible bag that hung from the front of her body.
The lack of oxygen kicked in and Bate drifted in and out of consciousness. Dimly he was aware of movement. Not that he should care about it. It was too late. She'd swallowed him, gulped him down like a snake gobbling up a live frog.
Eaten by a fucking demonic swimwear model, of all the fucking ways to go.
Life was fucking ridiculous, and then you died.
Or maybe not.
Bate woke to a hissing sound and the tickling sensation of air being blown past his ears. He opened his eyes and his vision was filled with two big round breasts. They were black as if painted with crude oil, but otherwise had an appealing swell and softness to them. Bate got to experience that softness firsthand as hands gripped the side of his head and rubbed his face into the curvaceous mounds of flesh.
Was this heaven? Bate idly wondered.
His head was pulled back. He noticed then there was a strange elastic membrane between the hands and the sides of his head. He also saw the big tits throb in a way a woman's tits should not. The nipples—if they were nipples—opened up and warm, scented air was squirted into Bate's face.
The perfumed breeze had a similar effect to spelling salts, but with none of the unpleasant pungency. The scent fired up Bate's brain and jerked him back to full attention. It also made his blood race as if he'd suddenly come into heat.
"Ah, better," the owner of the big round boobs said. "You're such fragile things. I thought you might have expired, and that would have made for a poor meal."
The hindig.
Bate remembered now.
He was lying in a bag of soft, elastic material. The hindig girl was sort of in there with him. Sort of, in the sense the membranous pouch was part of her. It formed an extra layer over her skin, and Bate was inside her in the space between her body and this additional elastic layer. She sat on top of him and straddled his crotch. Both ends of Bate were raised by the membranous walls of the bag. The only reason he was still breathing was because the bag had been pumped full of oxygenated air.
Pumped into here by her tits, he thought.
Hindigs were weirder even than what he'd heard.
The walls of the membrane were transparent and Bate could see his surroundings through them. He was in some kind of cave lit up by candles.
The hindig had brought him here, but for what purpose?
She moaned in pleasure and clutched her big titties through the elastic walls of her pouch. She squeezed and massaged them. No scented air emerged this time. Instead the nipples opened up wider and thick globs of a white paste-like substance fell down on Bate's chest. The substance was hot. Bate felt the heat against his skin as it soaked through his uniform.
It was doing more than soak through, it was burning through the material of his uniform as if the paste was some kind of caustic gel. This should have concerned Bate more, but he felt weirdly lethargic. And besides, he didn't feel any burning pain where the white substance came into contact with his exposed skin. There was some heat, but it felt pleasant more than anything.
He also felt heat rising within him. Whether it had been his face pressed into her soft boobs, or something in the perfumed air he was inhaling, or the way she was currently rubbing her crotch against him, Bate suddenly felt really turned on and in the mood for a good hard fucking.
She dripped more white globs onto him and then, moaning with wanton sexual need, she rubbed her naked body against Bate, smearing the white paste over both of their skins. Bate was aroused enough to rub his hands all over her naked body. He wanted to slide them over her back and put his arms around her, but could only reach her sides before encountering some kind of seam that prevented his hands from going any further. No matter. He was having enough fun fondling and playing with her big round tits.
"Oh yes," she moaned. "That's making me wet."
Then she pissed in his lap. At least it felt like piss. Warm liquid flooded out of her sex and puddled around Bate's buttocks at the bottom of the stretchy bag.
Disgusting.
Kinky.
Bate's erection rose up out of the wet ruin of his pants and underwear. The hindig positioned her body over it and slowly eased herself down. She let out a soft moan as she drew Bate's cock up into the snug clutch of her sex. Bate moaned too. Her vagina was tight and extremely juicy.
"Oh yes," the alien woman sighed.
She bounced up and down on Bate's cock. Being inside this membranous bag added a lot more bounce to the experience. The stretchy walls pressed all around Bate's naked form and added extra spring to his thrusts as he fucked the alien girl.
Oh yeah, Bate thought, feeling the wet friction of her pussy sliding around his cock. Who'd have thought being swallowed up by her weird trumpet tail would have ended up like this. Maybe he had died and this was some kind of heaven.
No, it couldn't be. What they were doing together was way too dirty for any heaven.
Moaning and gasping in ecstasy, the hindig reached up and squeezed her breasts again. Her tits disgorged more thick white paste over Bate, interspersed with more puffs of that delicious perfumed air.
Faster and faster she rode him. Bate was bounced around inside the bag and churned around with the paste from her tits and the copious fluids leaking from her pussy. Together with the dissolved dregs of Bate's uniform—and probably his sweat and pre-cum as well—the liquids formed a messy slurry at the bottom of the transparent pouch.
"Yes," the hindig girl said. "I'm going to come... going to come so much."
So was Bate, if the steadily rising pressure in his balls was anything to go by.
The hindig switched position. She moved her legs forwards and crossed them behind Bate's back, coaxing him to penetrate her even more deeply with his manhood until it felt like every millimeter had been gobbled up by her wet, hungry sex. She leant forwards and hugged Bate's upper body through the elastic membrane.
Their two bodies were pressed too tightly together for any kind of thrusting motion, but none was required. Her vagina was moving all on its own. It throbbed, squeezed and tugged on Bate's cock. The stimulation was intense.
Too intense.
"Coming," Bate murmured into her soft cleavage.
His manhood throbbed and his hips flexed against her as he shot a great flood of semen inside her.
That flood was nothing but a trickle compared to what came out of the hindig. She gave out an exultant cry. Her vagina convulsed around Bate's still-throbbing member and she released a torrent of her ejaculate into the bag. This was beyond squirting. Bate was soaking in her warm issue. There was so much it was gradually filling up the bag.
The throbbing walls of her vagina set Bate off again. Her pussy clamped so tight around him it felt like she was sucking his seed out of him. Then her sex dilated and another torrent of warm fluids surged past his sensitive cock.
God, just how wet was she? The stretchy bag was filling up. It was ridiculous. The water level was already climbing up past his nipples. It smelt pretty rank as well—a potent mélange of sex and less pleasant bodily fluids. The puffs of perfumed air from her tits barely masked it.
It felt okay though. Like lying in a nice relaxing warm bath. It was the perfect thing when basking in the pleasant post-orgasmic aftermath. The elastic walls of the bag made it even better. The shifting and swaying motions sent warm currents tickling around Bate's body.
Maybe it was a little too relaxing. Bate felt a little strange below the neck. Or rather, it seemed like he couldn't feel some parts of his body at all.
The hindig placed her hands on the stretchy membrane and pressed Bate's face into her tits.
"This part's not so pleasant," she whispered down to him. "Just focus on my lovely big boobs. It won't take long."
They were lovely soft tits, Bate thought as he rubbed his face against her silky smooth skin. Big, round, and so, so soft. Soft like her luscious vagina wrapped around his cock.
Hmm. Why couldn't he feel that anymore? Had he already lost his erection? He had emptied a big load into her, he supposed. It would take a while to recover. In the meantime he'd soak in this lovely warm bath.
The hindig held Bate's head against her breasts as the rest of his body fell apart in her digestive juices. His neck detached, leaving his head behind as the rest of his body slumped to a sludge at the bottom of her stomach bag. The hindig continued to rub his face into her soft cleavage. Finally she released his head and let it fall into the rest of the soup. The flesh and soft tissues dissolved and a skull slowly sank to the bottom.
With a luxurious sigh, the hindig drew the soup of dissolved flesh into her body. The bones and other indigestible matter she excreted out through her tail onto a charnel heap at the back of her cave.
Tuesday, June 20, 2017
H-space MGB Profile: Purple Skin-Wearing Slime
Name: Purple Skin-Wearing Slime
Type: Slime
Habitat: Urban
Description:
A species of sentient slime that inhabits and wears the skins of previously consumed victims. Outside of its host's skin, the slime is clear purple in colour. While wearing a human skin, the slime will, to all intents and purposes, appear to be human aside from the eyes. These are the same purple colour as the rest of the slime. Purple slimes appear to have a preference for female skins. After taking a new skin they will often modify the contours of the body—increase bust size, decrease stomach size—in order to increase the sexual attractiveness of their new form.
The purple slimes are incapable of repairing their stolen skins. Any tears or punctures will cause the inner slime to ooze out and plug the wound, much like amber. This is the limit of their healing capabilities. Eventually their host skin will degrade to the point where the purple slime will need to discard it and seek out a fresh skin.
Rather gruesomely, the purple slimes form sentimental attractions to the skins they take. They adorn their dwellings with the skins left behind from their feeding. Previously-worn skins are afforded a higher status, sometimes even bordering on a strange kind of reverence.
Suffice to say, this can be highly disconcerting and distressing for any human visitor. Our negotiators and ambassadors will require an appropriate amount of forewarning.
Attack Strategy:
The purple slime incapacitates victims by extruding slime tendrils into the victim's body. These invade through facial orifices such as the nose and mouth, and travel to the brain, where the slime is able to induce unconsciousness with no additional side effects other than slight short-term memory loss. While wearing a skin, the slime will use this as a disguise to get close enough to their target. If the slime has no skin they will instead attempt to creep up on sleeping or similarly indisposed targets.
They feed by extruding their amorphous body into their prey and slowly digesting them from the inside until nothing remains but the outer skin, which the slime either takes as a trophy or new skin to wear. While unpleasant, I can at least understand this from a biological perspective. What makes far less sense is that the purple slime will sexually stimulate their victim, so that they are in a near-constant state of sexual climax even while being consumed from the inside.
Why? We observe this time and time again. Why is inducing sexual arousal so important to so many HSIOs? It just doesn't make any evolutionary sense.
Countermeasures:
Purple slimes are very fragile, especially in comparison to other slime-type HSIOs. Without a host skin they have difficulty in holding their semi-liquid forms together and are especially vulnerable to both mechanical and chemical disruption. While in a host skin they are no stronger than a typical human and might even be weaker. Their skins are just as easily lacerated or punctured as human skin, and cannot take too much damage before becoming unusable to the slime. However, one should always be aware of one key difference between skin-wearing purple slimes and human combatants—the slime has no vital internal organs and is unlikely to be stopped by a single bullet to the head or thorax. Use sustained fire to shred their stolen skin.
Their mimicry of humans is effective, but always given away by their eyes. Thankfully, this places a hard limitation on their infiltration capabilities as it is so easy to detect whether a slime is trying to masquerade as human. We should still be vigilant and guard against any infiltration attempts.
Threat Level:
Low.
They are extremely fragile once their disguise is seen through.
I wonder if this weakness is the reason why some of their colonies have approached us with offers of peace, friendship and co-operation. Command is receptive to the idea. Vampyrotiea and similar HSIO individuals have proven invaluable to our understanding of H-space. It will certainly raise challenges. How can we possibly co-exist with an organism that consumes us and wears our skins?
Type: Slime
Habitat: Urban
Description:
A species of sentient slime that inhabits and wears the skins of previously consumed victims. Outside of its host's skin, the slime is clear purple in colour. While wearing a human skin, the slime will, to all intents and purposes, appear to be human aside from the eyes. These are the same purple colour as the rest of the slime. Purple slimes appear to have a preference for female skins. After taking a new skin they will often modify the contours of the body—increase bust size, decrease stomach size—in order to increase the sexual attractiveness of their new form.
The purple slimes are incapable of repairing their stolen skins. Any tears or punctures will cause the inner slime to ooze out and plug the wound, much like amber. This is the limit of their healing capabilities. Eventually their host skin will degrade to the point where the purple slime will need to discard it and seek out a fresh skin.
Rather gruesomely, the purple slimes form sentimental attractions to the skins they take. They adorn their dwellings with the skins left behind from their feeding. Previously-worn skins are afforded a higher status, sometimes even bordering on a strange kind of reverence.
Suffice to say, this can be highly disconcerting and distressing for any human visitor. Our negotiators and ambassadors will require an appropriate amount of forewarning.
Attack Strategy:
The purple slime incapacitates victims by extruding slime tendrils into the victim's body. These invade through facial orifices such as the nose and mouth, and travel to the brain, where the slime is able to induce unconsciousness with no additional side effects other than slight short-term memory loss. While wearing a skin, the slime will use this as a disguise to get close enough to their target. If the slime has no skin they will instead attempt to creep up on sleeping or similarly indisposed targets.
They feed by extruding their amorphous body into their prey and slowly digesting them from the inside until nothing remains but the outer skin, which the slime either takes as a trophy or new skin to wear. While unpleasant, I can at least understand this from a biological perspective. What makes far less sense is that the purple slime will sexually stimulate their victim, so that they are in a near-constant state of sexual climax even while being consumed from the inside.
Why? We observe this time and time again. Why is inducing sexual arousal so important to so many HSIOs? It just doesn't make any evolutionary sense.
Countermeasures:
Purple slimes are very fragile, especially in comparison to other slime-type HSIOs. Without a host skin they have difficulty in holding their semi-liquid forms together and are especially vulnerable to both mechanical and chemical disruption. While in a host skin they are no stronger than a typical human and might even be weaker. Their skins are just as easily lacerated or punctured as human skin, and cannot take too much damage before becoming unusable to the slime. However, one should always be aware of one key difference between skin-wearing purple slimes and human combatants—the slime has no vital internal organs and is unlikely to be stopped by a single bullet to the head or thorax. Use sustained fire to shred their stolen skin.
Their mimicry of humans is effective, but always given away by their eyes. Thankfully, this places a hard limitation on their infiltration capabilities as it is so easy to detect whether a slime is trying to masquerade as human. We should still be vigilant and guard against any infiltration attempts.
Threat Level:
Low.
They are extremely fragile once their disguise is seen through.
I wonder if this weakness is the reason why some of their colonies have approached us with offers of peace, friendship and co-operation. Command is receptive to the idea. Vampyrotiea and similar HSIO individuals have proven invaluable to our understanding of H-space. It will certainly raise challenges. How can we possibly co-exist with an organism that consumes us and wears our skins?
Monday, June 19, 2017
H-space MGB Story: Purple Skin-Wearing Slime
"Do you think he's a mouth or ass man?" Pamela Griffith asked.
She sat casually on some kind of leather throne, with one leg folded over the other.
Only it wasn't Pamela Griffith. Pamela Griffith had gone missing a week ago, along with the rest of exploratory team Charlie. LT Stewart Peter Bate was part of the unit sent out to discover why explo team Charlie had not been in contact for several days. He'd found out why... unfortunately.
Bate knew Pam. He'd spoken to her multiple times while they'd been stationed at FOB Lamanche, before she'd been sent out to explore a newly discovered region of H-space with explo team Charlie. Bate liked her. She was bubbly and vivacious and prone to gushing about her area of scientific expertise. Bate didn't mind this. He'd studied for a Bachelor of Science in biology before enlisting. It was refreshing to be able to talk to someone who'd studied the same discipline. He suspected she liked talking to him for the same reason.
The thing sitting on the leather throne in front of Bate was not Pam. It looked like her, but the mannerisms were all different. This Pam radiated confidence and authority in a way the real Pam—who was often shy and demure until drawn out of her shell—did not. Bate was also sure she wouldn't have brazenly reveled in her nakedness like this Pam. The Pam Bate remembered also didn't have such a cruel, cold cast to her face either.
There were minor differences on top of this. While Bate had never seen the real Pam naked, he would have guessed she had B-cups rather than the double-Ds the imposter sitting before him was sporting. She also appeared to be curvier at the hips and ass than the real Pam. She looked more like Pam's evil, slutty twin.
If only she was Pam's evil, slutty twin.
The eyes were the worst. They were a strange purple color and odd eddies swirled deep within them.
"Why don't we ask him?" the woman to the right of Bate asked.
No, the worst was him being naked and bound to some kind of weird frame. He didn't even know how he'd ended up here. Whatever had captured him and tied him to this strange contraption had stolen the memories of his capture.
Tied wasn't the right word. It felt more like glued. Bate's arms and legs were spread apart and his wrists and ankles were stuck to a sturdy hoop by a substance that felt like tar. Stretched across the hoop beneath Bate was a sheet of elastic material. It felt disconcertingly like skin. The hoop—and Bate's bound, naked, spread-eagled form—was mounted on a trolley contraption. After he'd woken he'd been wheeled into this chamber by two naked women. One of the women had strange bulges of what looked like purple jelly on her skin. It looked like she'd been cut, but rather than blood welling out, purple slime had oozed out of the wound like amber. It slowly pulsed as if alive.
"And spoil the surprise," Not-Pam answered the woman's question. "I think not."
She inserted a finger between her plump lips and sucked on it in a sexually suggestive manner.
Bate wished this was a nightmare. The room he was in looked like it belonged in a nightmare. Rows of pictures adorned the stone walls, but rather than paintings they looked like flayed skins stretched across frames. The flattened faces were visible and contorted into strange expressions. Bate couldn't tell whether they were of agony or ecstasy.
Not-Pam stopped sucking on her finger.
"Turn him upside down," she said at last.
Giggling, the two naked women unlocked a mechanism at the back of the rack and turned Bate as if he was attached to a wheel of fortune.
"Pam, don't you remember me? It's Dale," Bate said.
He knew it was pointless. It might be Pam's body, but whatever spark animated it was not Pam. He tried anyway, pleading with her.
Not-Pam regarded Bate with her weird, swirling purple eyes.
"Interesting. He knew the suit," she said. "Was she someone you cared for? Were you lovers?"
Not-Pam opened her legs, shamelessly displaying the clamshell folds of Pam's sex.
"No, I think not. Did you desire her? Was your ardor unrequited?"
Not-Pam saw Bate's expression and threw back her head in cold laughter.
"Mmm, that will make this a lot easier," she said.
She gripped the arm rests of her chair. With a shudder, Bate realized it also appeared to be upholstered in human skin. Not-Pam started flexing her hips in a lewd manner. Her breathing grew heavier and her eyelids fluttered as she squirmed in the chair.
The two women wheeled Bate closer, so that only a few feet separated him from Pam's vulgar gyrations.
Not-Pam's face flushed. She gripped the armrest with enough force to whiten her knuckles. Or would have. Instead, a strange purple coloration—like an infected bruise—showed up beneath her skin.
Bate didn't look at her hands for long. Stranger things happening between her legs caught his attention. Her sex was dilating—widening—and something was emerging from within. It looked like she was giving birth, except the emerging 'baby' was the same clear purple color as her eyes.
Not a baby. Whatever it was had a wet opening at the tip of its head.
Pam gave a loud, orgasmic moan. Her vagina stretched further as more of the purple mass emerged. What was it—some kind of long purple gelatinous maggot? It seemed far too sterile—too synthetic—to be that. More like a man-made substance, maybe rubber or gel. More emerged from Not-Pam's vagina, pulled out—or pushed out—like a string of slimy beads. The flexible pipe reared up out of her sex like a headless snake.
Was this the thing infecting Pam?
Then his thoughts devolved to panic as the glistening purple tube lunged towards him. A wet sucker mouth opened in the end as it hovered level with Bate's crotch. Bate thrashed wildly. He couldn't free his hands and feet. The best he could do was jerk his midsection to the left and right. The slimy appendage tracked Bate's movements.
Not-Pam sat on her leather throne and watched it all with an enigmatic smile on her lips. Her cheeks were flushed, but were stained purple rather than red.
"They're always so fearful when you approach their precious sexual organs," she said.
"You'll change his mind," the naked woman to Bate's right said.
The tube bobbed forwards and came into contact with Bate's crotch with a wet splat. He felt the sucker maw suck at him and a chill went up his spine as he realized it was after his manhood. He twisted and turned but was unable to shake off the gelatinous appendage. The opening found the end of his penis and sucked him inside like it was gobbling up a worm.
"Get off! Get off!" he yelled.
The tube made horrible wet sucking sounds as it drew Bate's flaccid penis down a warm, lubricated tunnel. There were no teeth—nor anything sharp—thankfully. Rings of muscular peristalsis rolled up his shaft, but they weren't very powerful, certainly nowhere near the level of force required to tear Bate's member from his body. In fact, the soft muscular tugging sensation was gentle enough to feel rather... pleasant.
Bate realized the two women on either side of him were giggling uncontrollably. Not-Pam was also smiling. The gelatinous tube connecting Bate to her vagina flexed and continued to suck on his penis.
Bate stopped twisting and turning when it became obvious the tube was incapable of hurting him.
What was this—some kind of weird alien joke? Make him think they were going to bite his dick off and then suck him off instead.
It did feel like she was sucking him off.
Did she even know what she was doing?
This felt like fellatio. Maybe even better. The tube was tight and rings of muscular contraction stroked up his shaft.
"His face," the woman on the right said.
"Typical man," the woman on the left said. "Put anything near their prick and it terrifies them."
"I'd rather this one was a little less terrified," Not-Pam said. "He's making this harder than I'd like."
"He does seem to have a problem with hardness," the woman to Bate's left said.
Both broke out in a fit of giggles.
Yup, they knew exactly what they were doing, Bate thought.
"I'll fix that," Not-Pam said.
Her cheeks puffed in and out. Her mouth formed a little 'o'. She flexed first her abdomen, then her hips.
Bate felt the flow of peristaltic contractions reverse. Not-Pam's vagina widened as bulges traveled up out of her sex. Bate had another minor panic attack when he thought it might be acid she was regurgitating up to spit all over him. Then the first pulse sloshed around Bate's penis and it felt more like warm lubricant. Better than warm lubricant. Bate didn't know what was in it, but it made his cock feel warm and tingly. More juices sloshed into him and the pleasant glow spread down to his balls. All of a sudden Bate felt turned on. Really turned on.
"Ooh, look how hard she's made you," the woman on the right said.
It was weird. Bate could see his erection through the transparent walls of the rubbery tube. It looked more like some kind of sex toy sheath than living material, except it was constantly in motion. The super-soft walls undulated as the tube sucked on him with sloppy wet slurping sounds. The peristaltic contractions felt like dexterous, oil-slick fingers stoking up and down his cock.
Bate let himself relax a little. It looked weird, but it felt all right. Better than all right. Really fucking good. Bate had no idea why the aliens were so keen to suck him off, but he wasn't about to complain. It was better than them torturing or killing him.
The two naked girls on either side of him didn't look like killers. And what Not-Pam was doing to him with her transparent vagina tube definitely wasn't torture.
"You didn't need to tie me up if you wanted to do this," Bate said, smiling now. "We're not opposed to fraternizing with the locals. At least I'm not. Especially good looking ones."
Especially when they—slurp, slurp—were as good at sucking dick as—ooh—this. Bate's cock definitely liked it. He could see it bulging and throbbing within Not-Pam's sheath.
Bate wondered if this was why Not-Pam looked like Pam. Did these aliens have minor telepathic abilities? Had she deliberately picked a form Bate would find attractive? It sounded plausible. He'd heard rumors that the aliens of H-space—HSIOs—were weirdly obsessed with sexual intercourse.
He'd also heard other stuff as well, but that stuff was so crazy he figured it had to be the other guys winding him up.
"This would be far better if you turned me right way up," Bate said. "I bet I'd be even bigger without the blood flowing to my head."
"Ah, but then Queen Sacculina would be unable to get at your ass," the girl on his left said.
My ass? Bate thought.
Not-Pam smiled at him. Then she opened her mouth.
It stretched wide... wider... far wider than any human mouth should go.
What. The. Fuck.
Something was coming out... pushing up from her throat... pushing out. It was another purple gelatinous tube, similar to the one that had emerged from Not-Pam's pussy. It was too big for her mouth. That didn't matter. Her mouth kept stretching until the opening took up most of her face and the rest of her features were scrunched up at the edges.
More and more of the slimy purple tube wormed up out of her mouth. It arced towards Bate. He knew its destination even before he felt its wet touch against his buttocks.
No way, Bate thought. No fucking way.
He squirmed and tried to shake it off. His movements served only to increase the stimulation her other tube was applying to his erection.
The girl to his right crouched down so her head was level with Bate's. "It's necessary to complete the cycle," she said.
Fuck your cycle, he thought. He kept twisting and turning.
Her other tube gave Bate's swollen glans a little squeeze that sent a flood of raw pleasure through him. The sensation was enough to make him forget what he was doing for a moment. In that moment the other tube slithered between his buttocks, nudged up against his sphincter and—covered in a thin layer of lubricating slime—squeezed its way inside.
During an adventurous phase back at college, Bate had experimented with letting his girlfriend use a butt plug on him. This felt the same and set up a pleasant feeling of fullness inside his anus that funneled down to his balls. At the same time, Not-Pam redoubled her attentions on his cock. The sucks and squeezes increased in intensity—and with it Bate's arousal.
"Look at your face," the other girl crouched down to say. There was a contemptuous smile on her lips. "And Queen Sacculina hasn't even started yet."
Not-Pam's face jerked as if on a fishing line. A series of bulges traveled up the pipe. As the first reached Bate's ass he felt a stretching sensation that was surprisingly pleasant. Something wet entered him and went off like a gooey bomb filled with rainbows and sparkles.
The other pipe kept squeezing, sucking, stroking Bate's cock. A ripple of peristaltic force ran through the soft gelatinous walls and tugged irresistibly at him.
Bate let out an incoherent moan of bliss as a second liquid bulge was squeezed into him and burst in a rainbow explosion of sensual bliss. His cock swelled against the soft walls of the other sheath and he spat an enormous load of cum into it. Not-Pam milked him expertly with her vagina tube until she'd drained—sucked out—the contents of his balls.
Bate had barely recovered from that ejaculation when another bubble of liquid bliss was squeezed into his ass and he erupted again in another mind-shattering climax. He watched milky bulges travel down the vagina sheath like eggs down the throat of a serpent. His cum.
And maybe something else.
At the same time, bulges traveling along the tube emerging from her mouth were pumped into Bate's ass, each gooey parcel spreading warmth and an incredible feeling of ecstasy throughout him.
It was as they said—a cycle. A perfect cycle. Her fluids pumped into him, and then his fluids pumped into her.
Or pumped out of him.
Bate didn't have to do anything. Just let her wonderful soft, gelatinous sheath tug, suck and squeeze him to release after wonderful release. His whole body, from his skin to deep within his insides, felt like one massive erogenous zone.
The two naked women were down on their knees and murmuring as if praying.
Bate understood. This was glorious... divine... transcendental. The gelatinous pipes squeezed and throbbed. Not-Pam squeezed the substance of her body into Bate, and drew the substance of his body out through his cock. By the time Bate might have wondered where the fluids to support all these constant, continuous ejaculations were coming from, Queen Sacculina's slime had reached and smothered his brain, submerging it and Bate's thoughts in a thick morass of unthinking animal lust. Her vagina tube kept sucking until she was drawing her own slime back into her body and Bate had been reduced to a hollowed-out bag of skin.
"Stewart, are you okay? Was it a bad one?"
"Yes, a really bad one."
A pause.
"You can pass this on to Command. Exploratory team Charlie and the squad sent to retrieve them can officially be declared lost."
She sat casually on some kind of leather throne, with one leg folded over the other.
Only it wasn't Pamela Griffith. Pamela Griffith had gone missing a week ago, along with the rest of exploratory team Charlie. LT Stewart Peter Bate was part of the unit sent out to discover why explo team Charlie had not been in contact for several days. He'd found out why... unfortunately.
Bate knew Pam. He'd spoken to her multiple times while they'd been stationed at FOB Lamanche, before she'd been sent out to explore a newly discovered region of H-space with explo team Charlie. Bate liked her. She was bubbly and vivacious and prone to gushing about her area of scientific expertise. Bate didn't mind this. He'd studied for a Bachelor of Science in biology before enlisting. It was refreshing to be able to talk to someone who'd studied the same discipline. He suspected she liked talking to him for the same reason.
The thing sitting on the leather throne in front of Bate was not Pam. It looked like her, but the mannerisms were all different. This Pam radiated confidence and authority in a way the real Pam—who was often shy and demure until drawn out of her shell—did not. Bate was also sure she wouldn't have brazenly reveled in her nakedness like this Pam. The Pam Bate remembered also didn't have such a cruel, cold cast to her face either.
There were minor differences on top of this. While Bate had never seen the real Pam naked, he would have guessed she had B-cups rather than the double-Ds the imposter sitting before him was sporting. She also appeared to be curvier at the hips and ass than the real Pam. She looked more like Pam's evil, slutty twin.
If only she was Pam's evil, slutty twin.
The eyes were the worst. They were a strange purple color and odd eddies swirled deep within them.
"Why don't we ask him?" the woman to the right of Bate asked.
No, the worst was him being naked and bound to some kind of weird frame. He didn't even know how he'd ended up here. Whatever had captured him and tied him to this strange contraption had stolen the memories of his capture.
Tied wasn't the right word. It felt more like glued. Bate's arms and legs were spread apart and his wrists and ankles were stuck to a sturdy hoop by a substance that felt like tar. Stretched across the hoop beneath Bate was a sheet of elastic material. It felt disconcertingly like skin. The hoop—and Bate's bound, naked, spread-eagled form—was mounted on a trolley contraption. After he'd woken he'd been wheeled into this chamber by two naked women. One of the women had strange bulges of what looked like purple jelly on her skin. It looked like she'd been cut, but rather than blood welling out, purple slime had oozed out of the wound like amber. It slowly pulsed as if alive.
"And spoil the surprise," Not-Pam answered the woman's question. "I think not."
She inserted a finger between her plump lips and sucked on it in a sexually suggestive manner.
Bate wished this was a nightmare. The room he was in looked like it belonged in a nightmare. Rows of pictures adorned the stone walls, but rather than paintings they looked like flayed skins stretched across frames. The flattened faces were visible and contorted into strange expressions. Bate couldn't tell whether they were of agony or ecstasy.
Not-Pam stopped sucking on her finger.
"Turn him upside down," she said at last.
Giggling, the two naked women unlocked a mechanism at the back of the rack and turned Bate as if he was attached to a wheel of fortune.
"Pam, don't you remember me? It's Dale," Bate said.
He knew it was pointless. It might be Pam's body, but whatever spark animated it was not Pam. He tried anyway, pleading with her.
Not-Pam regarded Bate with her weird, swirling purple eyes.
"Interesting. He knew the suit," she said. "Was she someone you cared for? Were you lovers?"
Not-Pam opened her legs, shamelessly displaying the clamshell folds of Pam's sex.
"No, I think not. Did you desire her? Was your ardor unrequited?"
Not-Pam saw Bate's expression and threw back her head in cold laughter.
"Mmm, that will make this a lot easier," she said.
She gripped the arm rests of her chair. With a shudder, Bate realized it also appeared to be upholstered in human skin. Not-Pam started flexing her hips in a lewd manner. Her breathing grew heavier and her eyelids fluttered as she squirmed in the chair.
The two women wheeled Bate closer, so that only a few feet separated him from Pam's vulgar gyrations.
Not-Pam's face flushed. She gripped the armrest with enough force to whiten her knuckles. Or would have. Instead, a strange purple coloration—like an infected bruise—showed up beneath her skin.
Bate didn't look at her hands for long. Stranger things happening between her legs caught his attention. Her sex was dilating—widening—and something was emerging from within. It looked like she was giving birth, except the emerging 'baby' was the same clear purple color as her eyes.
Not a baby. Whatever it was had a wet opening at the tip of its head.
Pam gave a loud, orgasmic moan. Her vagina stretched further as more of the purple mass emerged. What was it—some kind of long purple gelatinous maggot? It seemed far too sterile—too synthetic—to be that. More like a man-made substance, maybe rubber or gel. More emerged from Not-Pam's vagina, pulled out—or pushed out—like a string of slimy beads. The flexible pipe reared up out of her sex like a headless snake.
Was this the thing infecting Pam?
Then his thoughts devolved to panic as the glistening purple tube lunged towards him. A wet sucker mouth opened in the end as it hovered level with Bate's crotch. Bate thrashed wildly. He couldn't free his hands and feet. The best he could do was jerk his midsection to the left and right. The slimy appendage tracked Bate's movements.
Not-Pam sat on her leather throne and watched it all with an enigmatic smile on her lips. Her cheeks were flushed, but were stained purple rather than red.
"They're always so fearful when you approach their precious sexual organs," she said.
"You'll change his mind," the naked woman to Bate's right said.
The tube bobbed forwards and came into contact with Bate's crotch with a wet splat. He felt the sucker maw suck at him and a chill went up his spine as he realized it was after his manhood. He twisted and turned but was unable to shake off the gelatinous appendage. The opening found the end of his penis and sucked him inside like it was gobbling up a worm.
"Get off! Get off!" he yelled.
The tube made horrible wet sucking sounds as it drew Bate's flaccid penis down a warm, lubricated tunnel. There were no teeth—nor anything sharp—thankfully. Rings of muscular peristalsis rolled up his shaft, but they weren't very powerful, certainly nowhere near the level of force required to tear Bate's member from his body. In fact, the soft muscular tugging sensation was gentle enough to feel rather... pleasant.
Bate realized the two women on either side of him were giggling uncontrollably. Not-Pam was also smiling. The gelatinous tube connecting Bate to her vagina flexed and continued to suck on his penis.
Bate stopped twisting and turning when it became obvious the tube was incapable of hurting him.
What was this—some kind of weird alien joke? Make him think they were going to bite his dick off and then suck him off instead.
It did feel like she was sucking him off.
Did she even know what she was doing?
This felt like fellatio. Maybe even better. The tube was tight and rings of muscular contraction stroked up his shaft.
"His face," the woman on the right said.
"Typical man," the woman on the left said. "Put anything near their prick and it terrifies them."
"I'd rather this one was a little less terrified," Not-Pam said. "He's making this harder than I'd like."
"He does seem to have a problem with hardness," the woman to Bate's left said.
Both broke out in a fit of giggles.
Yup, they knew exactly what they were doing, Bate thought.
"I'll fix that," Not-Pam said.
Her cheeks puffed in and out. Her mouth formed a little 'o'. She flexed first her abdomen, then her hips.
Bate felt the flow of peristaltic contractions reverse. Not-Pam's vagina widened as bulges traveled up out of her sex. Bate had another minor panic attack when he thought it might be acid she was regurgitating up to spit all over him. Then the first pulse sloshed around Bate's penis and it felt more like warm lubricant. Better than warm lubricant. Bate didn't know what was in it, but it made his cock feel warm and tingly. More juices sloshed into him and the pleasant glow spread down to his balls. All of a sudden Bate felt turned on. Really turned on.
"Ooh, look how hard she's made you," the woman on the right said.
It was weird. Bate could see his erection through the transparent walls of the rubbery tube. It looked more like some kind of sex toy sheath than living material, except it was constantly in motion. The super-soft walls undulated as the tube sucked on him with sloppy wet slurping sounds. The peristaltic contractions felt like dexterous, oil-slick fingers stoking up and down his cock.
Bate let himself relax a little. It looked weird, but it felt all right. Better than all right. Really fucking good. Bate had no idea why the aliens were so keen to suck him off, but he wasn't about to complain. It was better than them torturing or killing him.
The two naked girls on either side of him didn't look like killers. And what Not-Pam was doing to him with her transparent vagina tube definitely wasn't torture.
"You didn't need to tie me up if you wanted to do this," Bate said, smiling now. "We're not opposed to fraternizing with the locals. At least I'm not. Especially good looking ones."
Especially when they—slurp, slurp—were as good at sucking dick as—ooh—this. Bate's cock definitely liked it. He could see it bulging and throbbing within Not-Pam's sheath.
Bate wondered if this was why Not-Pam looked like Pam. Did these aliens have minor telepathic abilities? Had she deliberately picked a form Bate would find attractive? It sounded plausible. He'd heard rumors that the aliens of H-space—HSIOs—were weirdly obsessed with sexual intercourse.
He'd also heard other stuff as well, but that stuff was so crazy he figured it had to be the other guys winding him up.
"This would be far better if you turned me right way up," Bate said. "I bet I'd be even bigger without the blood flowing to my head."
"Ah, but then Queen Sacculina would be unable to get at your ass," the girl on his left said.
My ass? Bate thought.
Not-Pam smiled at him. Then she opened her mouth.
It stretched wide... wider... far wider than any human mouth should go.
What. The. Fuck.
Something was coming out... pushing up from her throat... pushing out. It was another purple gelatinous tube, similar to the one that had emerged from Not-Pam's pussy. It was too big for her mouth. That didn't matter. Her mouth kept stretching until the opening took up most of her face and the rest of her features were scrunched up at the edges.
More and more of the slimy purple tube wormed up out of her mouth. It arced towards Bate. He knew its destination even before he felt its wet touch against his buttocks.
No way, Bate thought. No fucking way.
He squirmed and tried to shake it off. His movements served only to increase the stimulation her other tube was applying to his erection.
The girl to his right crouched down so her head was level with Bate's. "It's necessary to complete the cycle," she said.
Fuck your cycle, he thought. He kept twisting and turning.
Her other tube gave Bate's swollen glans a little squeeze that sent a flood of raw pleasure through him. The sensation was enough to make him forget what he was doing for a moment. In that moment the other tube slithered between his buttocks, nudged up against his sphincter and—covered in a thin layer of lubricating slime—squeezed its way inside.
During an adventurous phase back at college, Bate had experimented with letting his girlfriend use a butt plug on him. This felt the same and set up a pleasant feeling of fullness inside his anus that funneled down to his balls. At the same time, Not-Pam redoubled her attentions on his cock. The sucks and squeezes increased in intensity—and with it Bate's arousal.
"Look at your face," the other girl crouched down to say. There was a contemptuous smile on her lips. "And Queen Sacculina hasn't even started yet."
Not-Pam's face jerked as if on a fishing line. A series of bulges traveled up the pipe. As the first reached Bate's ass he felt a stretching sensation that was surprisingly pleasant. Something wet entered him and went off like a gooey bomb filled with rainbows and sparkles.
The other pipe kept squeezing, sucking, stroking Bate's cock. A ripple of peristaltic force ran through the soft gelatinous walls and tugged irresistibly at him.
Bate let out an incoherent moan of bliss as a second liquid bulge was squeezed into him and burst in a rainbow explosion of sensual bliss. His cock swelled against the soft walls of the other sheath and he spat an enormous load of cum into it. Not-Pam milked him expertly with her vagina tube until she'd drained—sucked out—the contents of his balls.
Bate had barely recovered from that ejaculation when another bubble of liquid bliss was squeezed into his ass and he erupted again in another mind-shattering climax. He watched milky bulges travel down the vagina sheath like eggs down the throat of a serpent. His cum.
And maybe something else.
At the same time, bulges traveling along the tube emerging from her mouth were pumped into Bate's ass, each gooey parcel spreading warmth and an incredible feeling of ecstasy throughout him.
It was as they said—a cycle. A perfect cycle. Her fluids pumped into him, and then his fluids pumped into her.
Or pumped out of him.
Bate didn't have to do anything. Just let her wonderful soft, gelatinous sheath tug, suck and squeeze him to release after wonderful release. His whole body, from his skin to deep within his insides, felt like one massive erogenous zone.
The two naked women were down on their knees and murmuring as if praying.
Bate understood. This was glorious... divine... transcendental. The gelatinous pipes squeezed and throbbed. Not-Pam squeezed the substance of her body into Bate, and drew the substance of his body out through his cock. By the time Bate might have wondered where the fluids to support all these constant, continuous ejaculations were coming from, Queen Sacculina's slime had reached and smothered his brain, submerging it and Bate's thoughts in a thick morass of unthinking animal lust. Her vagina tube kept sucking until she was drawing her own slime back into her body and Bate had been reduced to a hollowed-out bag of skin.
"Stewart, are you okay? Was it a bad one?"
"Yes, a really bad one."
A pause.
"You can pass this on to Command. Exploratory team Charlie and the squad sent to retrieve them can officially be declared lost."
Tuesday, June 06, 2017
H-space MGB Profile: Sun Lamia
Name: Sun Lamia
Type: Lamia (Slime?)
Habitat: Cave Ruins.
Description:
A snake girl with the upper body of an exotic belly dancer. Or a slime girl currently taking the form of a snake girl. Personally, I lead towards the former. While the sun lamia appears to have a soft, gelatinous body, she displays none of the plasticity of form observed in other slime girl HSIOs.
The fluid, or jelly, that makes up her body is clear yellow in colour and radiates both heat and light.
Attack Strategy:
Multiple, and targeting different senses.
At long ranges the sun lamia can release a flash of light from her eyes that can both temporarily blind and stun.
At closer ranges the sun lamia breathes out thick clouds of gas that increase arousal and take away the will to fight. They also have a dance that has a mesmeric effect on onlookers.
All of this is to enable the lamia to get close enough to wrap her coils around her prey. Unlike an Earth constrictor, this is to deny movement rather than oxygen. The sun lamia uses her serpentine body to lock her captive's limbs in such a way they are unable to move or offer any resistance once the effects of her aphrodisiac breath wear off. With her prey immobilised, the sun lamia instigates oral sex with them. At the point of orgasm she sucks out her prey's soul.
(At this point I don't care if my colleagues consider the concept of a soul to be unscientific, or even heretical. Some HSIOs, like the sun lamia, are capable of extracting some kind of animating spark from human beings at the point of sexual climax. We have examined the victims—either dead or in a coma. There isn't a single decent medical reason for them to be in this state.)
Countermeasures:
As there has only been one encounter with this type of HSIO, what follows is conjecture and theory.
Gas masks or nasal filters might negate her breath, assuming the drug compounds present within it are not absorbed through the skin.
Polarised filters might negate her eye flashes. There have been some successes in experimentation versus lesser HSIOs with similar disabling attacks.
My concern is that she almost certainly possesses other offensive capabilities we are as of yet still unaware of. The limited intel we have puts the only individual encountered in a similar power class to some of the higher tier succubi or demon HSIOs.
Also, while her body has been described as being soft, I would expect the sun lamia to have similar regenerative abilities as other high-threat HSIOs.
Threat Level:
High (Medium?).
The only individual encountered appears to have been very old and powerful. It is unknown whether other sun lamia are this dangerous.
Type: Lamia (Slime?)
Habitat: Cave Ruins.
Description:
A snake girl with the upper body of an exotic belly dancer. Or a slime girl currently taking the form of a snake girl. Personally, I lead towards the former. While the sun lamia appears to have a soft, gelatinous body, she displays none of the plasticity of form observed in other slime girl HSIOs.
The fluid, or jelly, that makes up her body is clear yellow in colour and radiates both heat and light.
Attack Strategy:
Multiple, and targeting different senses.
At long ranges the sun lamia can release a flash of light from her eyes that can both temporarily blind and stun.
At closer ranges the sun lamia breathes out thick clouds of gas that increase arousal and take away the will to fight. They also have a dance that has a mesmeric effect on onlookers.
All of this is to enable the lamia to get close enough to wrap her coils around her prey. Unlike an Earth constrictor, this is to deny movement rather than oxygen. The sun lamia uses her serpentine body to lock her captive's limbs in such a way they are unable to move or offer any resistance once the effects of her aphrodisiac breath wear off. With her prey immobilised, the sun lamia instigates oral sex with them. At the point of orgasm she sucks out her prey's soul.
(At this point I don't care if my colleagues consider the concept of a soul to be unscientific, or even heretical. Some HSIOs, like the sun lamia, are capable of extracting some kind of animating spark from human beings at the point of sexual climax. We have examined the victims—either dead or in a coma. There isn't a single decent medical reason for them to be in this state.)
Countermeasures:
As there has only been one encounter with this type of HSIO, what follows is conjecture and theory.
Gas masks or nasal filters might negate her breath, assuming the drug compounds present within it are not absorbed through the skin.
Polarised filters might negate her eye flashes. There have been some successes in experimentation versus lesser HSIOs with similar disabling attacks.
My concern is that she almost certainly possesses other offensive capabilities we are as of yet still unaware of. The limited intel we have puts the only individual encountered in a similar power class to some of the higher tier succubi or demon HSIOs.
Also, while her body has been described as being soft, I would expect the sun lamia to have similar regenerative abilities as other high-threat HSIOs.
Threat Level:
High (Medium?).
The only individual encountered appears to have been very old and powerful. It is unknown whether other sun lamia are this dangerous.
Saturday, June 03, 2017
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