H-space MGB Story: Hunting Arachne

PFC Stewart Peter Bate had thought the spiders would be okay so long as you weren't stupid enough to fall into their webs.  He'd been in H-space long enough to hear about and even see firsthand some real crazy shit.  Giant spider-women.  Sure, whatevs.

What they hadn't told him about—and Bate was supremely pissed about this—was the spiders that chased after you and threw ropes of sticky silk like they were cowboys lassoing rogue steers.  They also hadn't told him about how quick they were.  Or how accurate they were at throwing their sticky ropes of silk.

Or how damn sneaky they were.

Bate stood with his back to a crumbling wall.  Finding the ruins had been a surprise.  No one knew who'd built them or what they were doing here.  H-space was weird like that.  Explo teams had reported coming across strange structures left in the middle of nowhere as if they'd been transplanted here from another world.  These ruins were old.  Whoever built them was no longer around and hadn't been for a long time.  Maybe the spider-women had eaten them.

He knew she was out there, stalking him.

He strained to hear any sounds—the telltale tic of a chitinous spider leg on stone, or maybe the little rattle of displaced gravel.  Nothing.  How could something so big move so silently?  It wasn't right.

She was the last one.  He was the last of the squad.  The other spiders had got the rest.  Poor bastards.

Bate paused behind the rock wall to get his breath back and wonder how the fuck he was going to get out of this.  To his right was an open square floored with stone blocks.  On the other side of the square was a broken arch standing out on its own.

Bate was fast.  Back in college he'd been county champion at the 100m sprint.

The spiders were faster.  She'd run him down long before he reached the broken arch.

To his left was a maze of rubble and crumbling stone walls.  The spiders could climb walls just as well as their tiny cousins back on Earth.  What was an obstacle course for him would be a racetrack for her.

It was still his best choice.  The derelict walls would provide some form of cover.  If he could sneak through without her seeing him...

A shadow fell over him.

Bate looked up into the smiling face of the spider-girl.

"There you are," she said.

If you didn't know any better, the spider-girls kinda looked hot.  Her skin was a rich coffee-brown color and looked flawlessly smooth.  Her exposed breasts were full and round and topped with perky dark-brown nipples.  She had silver-white hair that was cut short in a bob that extended to just below her pointed elf-like ears.  The only blemishes to her otherwise beautiful face were shiny black orbs attached to her forehead and temples.  It was easy to mistake them for jewelry... until they blinked.

And now Bate didn't have a choice.

He turned tail, put his head down and sprinted across the open square as if his life depended on it.  Which it did.  Abstractly he reckoned he'd probably just smashed his PB.  Not that it did him any good.  The broken arch was still in the distance when he felt something wet and sticky strike him in the center of his back.  He carried on running but now it felt like he'd been attached to a bungee cord.  His forward momentum slowed to the point it was like trying to charge through thick mud.  He hit the limit of his tether's elasticity and came to a halt.  He reached out despairingly for the arch that was out of reach of his imploring fingers, then he was yanked backwards.

The spider-girl caught him.  Bate had resolved to not go quietly if one of these bastards ever caught him.  He thrashed and lashed out.  It was like fighting a hurricane of scissoring limbs and drifting strands of sticky silk.  Bate's clothes and kit were neatly sliced away and then his naked body was spun around while she wrapped him up in sheets of sticky wet silk.  All of him was cocooned aside from his face.

Because she wanted him to see, Bate realized.  Sadistic bitch.

She smiled at him as she squatted down on top of his cocooned body.  Bate saw her mix of human and arachnid from up close.  It was far worse than had she been completely alien.  It looked like a giant spider had no head and instead a buxom brown-skinned female amputee was sitting in its place as if she was riding some kind of exotic wheelchair or chariot.  That was Bate's brain trying to make sense of the incomprehensible.  Spider and woman blurred together at the join.  Chitin plates extended from the body of the arachnid and up the sides of the woman.  Her leg stumps were like one of those trick rabbit-duck pictures.  One moment they resembled the leg stumps of a double amputee, tapering to a point.  The other they looked like the mouth parts of an enormous spider.

Rider and spider were one.

Rider and spider had always been one.

What the fuck was wrong with this fucked up dimension?

"How's that?" she asked.  "All wrapped up and comfortable?"

Bate briefly flexed against his bonds before realizing it was hopeless.  She'd wrapped him up as tight as a hapless fly caught in a spider's web.

"Fuck you," he said to her.

The spider-girl laughed.

"Patience," she said.  "We'll do plenty of that later."

She ran a hand over Bate's silk-wrapped form.

"Oh, but our little game of hide'n'seek has got my juices going."

Curved fangs popped out of the leg stumps that were not leg stumps.  A droplet of pink fluid formed at the tip of each.

Bate's eyes widened.  Forget her human appearance.  She was a spider.  She was going to inject him with her venom and suck out his insides.  And there was nothing he could do about it.

"Fuck you," he re-iterated.

Bate was determined not to go out a pussy.  It was all he had left.  He wouldn't beg.

"Ah, so eager," the spider-girl laughed.

Her poison fangs sank into Bate's sides.  There was a brief prick of pain and then...

ooh

Warmth bloomed up inside him in expanding clouds.  It was like she'd injected him with opiates... and something else.  All his tension and fear melted right away.  He relaxed and then a different kind of tension gripped him.  He felt strange and antsy.  Hot.  Horny.

"Normally I'd wait for the aphrodisiac soaked in my silk to take effect," she said.  "But you've made me all wet.  I can't wait."

Blood surged down to Bate's cock.  The spider-woman must have spared that part of his body when wrapping him up.  His erection started to rise without hindrance.  She wrapped her hands around his manhood.  In contrast to her alien, arachnid appearance her hands were warm and soft.  She spat on his cock and used it as lubrication as she pumped him harder and harder.

Bate watched on in a confused stupor.  He'd thought she meant to eat him.  This he didn't mind.  She knew tricks with her fingers that had Bate moaning in pleasure.  No, he didn't mind this at all.  Even being wrapped up in the silk cocoon felt okay—kinky, but comfortable kinky.

If he'd known she was going to do this he wouldn't have run away.

The girl smiled at him as she pumped his dick.

"Much better," she said.  "Now we can fuck."

The plates of chitin guarding her crotch slid aside to expose the hairless folds of her pussy.  Her labia were plump and red with engorged blood.  They parted to reveal a red tunnel slathered with her juices.

Bate trembled with anticipation.  Even though he could clearly see it wasn't a typical human pussy he didn't care.  He felt so hot and horny he needed to cool off.  And the only way to cool off was to douse his boiling-hot cock in her wet sex.

Which he couldn't do because his body was tightly cocooned in silk.  The woman knew it and teased him with her sex.  She moved over him and pressed down enough for the plush lips of her sex to encircle the swollen head of Bate's cock, but not enough for him to penetrate her.

Bate felt so hot and horny it overwhelmed everything else.  He moaned in frustration at not being able to thrust up inside her.

The woman laughed.  "Don't worry.  Arachnes are accustomed to their lovers being bound.  My pussy will bring you to ecstasy and you won't have to do a thing."

An organ expanded within her and the resulting suction it generated through her vagina drew Bate's cock up into her with enough force to lift his hips up off the floor.  The position was uncomfortable, but Bate wasn't held in it for long.  The spider-woman had proved her point and lowered her body so Bate was resting on the floor with her lying on top of him.

Her sex was tight and muscular.  Muscular enough that it might have been uncomfortable, even painful, had her walls not also been thick, padded and soft.  It felt like his cock had been wrapped in and squeezed by a big plush cushion.  The arachne didn't move up and down on top of him.  She let the internal motions of her vagina do all the work—squeezing, tugging, sucking.

Oh fuck, that felt incredible, Bate thought.

He let out a surprised gasp.  Again something had expanded within her and Bate's member was gripped by a rippling suction that drove his senses wild.

"It feels like you've got a mouth down there," he said.

What was this sensation?  It was amazing.

The woman gave him a knowing smile.  "I'm a spider.  Our lovers can't move when we've wrapped them all up, so we... hnh..."

She flexed something within her.  The thick fleshy walls of her sex contracted around Bate's cock.  He felt that same powerful suction, but this time it was focused on his cock... down inside his cock... inside him.

"...suck the cum right out of them."

Bate was trembling all over.  His cock throbbed inside her.  Her pussy squeezed back making him throb even harder.  He hadn't so much as twitched his hips and yet he was already bursting to shoot his load.  He'd been with a hooker that had a similar technique, but what this H-space woman was doing to him was far beyond that.

"Just like... hnh... this," she said.

It was like she was taking a deep breath and that breath was Bate's cock.  And then it was his cum.  Bate felt a tingling, trembling sensation all over his body that concentrated down into his loins until he could hold it back no longer.

"Yes, let it out," the woman hissed as Bate groaned and erupted inside her.

She lay on top of him and wrapped her arms around his cocooned body in a tight hug.  Her segmented legs formed a cage around his lower back, buttocks and legs.  She pressed her lips against his in a sloppy kiss.  Her taste was strange... bitter.

Bate's orgasm was long and powerful.  One, two, three, four, five strong throbbing pulses as he unloaded his balls.  Her sex tightened around his throbbing member and formed a fleshy cuff.  As her mouth worked against his he felt other workings deep inside her sex.

What was happening down there?  Bate's semen was pulled from him faster than he could spurt it into her pulsing sex.  It felt like... gulping?

It was hella intense, like nothing he'd ever experienced.  A few more throbs and Bate finally felt like his tap was running dry.  It left him a jangling, exhausted, but happy wreck.

The spider woman sank her fangs into his sides and held them there.  Bate shuddered and gasped into her moist lips as she poured her aphrodisiac venom into him.

"You were right.  I do have a mouth down there," she whispered in his ear.

Her muscular sex contracted and tugged him rhythmically.  The sucking organ deep within her spider abdomen throbbed with the same rhythm as she sucked a second powerful ejaculation out of him.

This would be the longest orgasm of Bate's life.  It would also be his last.

"I'm a spider," she whispered.  "I suck all the juices out of my lovers... my prey."

The sucking organ in her abdomen pulsed as she drew Bate's juices out of him.  Thanks to her venom it was his precious bodily fluids he was ejaculating, not semen, but the pleasure was the same.

"But I am a kind spider.  My prey feel only bliss as I suck their fluids out of them."

Bate barely heard her.  He let out a little ah of ecstasy with each pulse.  The arachne could have dragged it out longer, but they were out in the open and exposed.  She sucked him dry with great lusty gulps until his eyes clouded over and he let out a final rattling sigh.  Finished, the arachne murmured contently as she stroked her now full abdomen.

"Did you enjoy that as much as I did?  I think you did," she said to Bate's wizened face.

She kissed him on his cracked lips before carrying his cocooned and dried-up husk back with her to her lair.  It wouldn't do to leave it out in the open where it might frighten future lovers away.

H-space MGB Profile: Crynolie

Name: Crynolie
Type:  Demon
Habitat:  Fertile plains and valleys.  Artificial gardens.

Description:
Outwardly looks like a pretty young lady in a gaily coloured and extravagantly large crinoline dress.  An eyewitness described them as looking like a group of actresses on the set of a period drama.  One thing most observers notice is that the proportions of the crynolies seem off.  They are deceptively tall, as if their legs are longer than they should be.

Underneath their 'dresses' the crynolies have four long and spindly legs, with each pair arranged perpendicularly to the other—like the legs of a small table.  The legs look insectoid in shape, but resemble human flesh and skin, and terminate in what looks like human feet.  Their most alien part is a bulbous sac or abdomen hanging down from the centre of their body.  This too is covered in what looks like human skin, but otherwise resembles no part of the human body aside from the vulva-like orifice at the tip.  The 'vulva' is surrounded by clusters of short tubules.  These emit the fumes the crynolie uses for defence and to overpower her prey.

Attack Strategy:
The crynolie is capable of emitting fumes that put anyone breathing them into a highly suggestible state where they blindly follow any instruction give to them by the crynolie.  While in this state the victim is unable to take any actions of their own volition.

Once she has her prey under her control, the crynolie will then ingest them into her fleshy abdomen through her 'vulva'.  Initially it was thought they simply ate their victims, but—as with most HSIOs—the reality is far more complex.

The crynolie's abdomen contains a stretchy bag organ—a kind of stomach or womb—large enough to contain an adult human.  This organ has thick padded walls and is surrounded by a net of muscular fibres that give the crynolie fine control of internal movements.  At the top of the containment organ is an air bladder.  The crynolie places her prey's head within this bladder and supplies them with oxygen so they do not suffocate inside her.

The next stage is to overload her captive with sexual excitement.  The air the crynolie gives to her prey is laced with various sedatives and aphrodisiacs.  Stronger aphrodisiac juices are secreted inside the containment bag and sensually massaged into the flesh of her captive.  The containment organ also contains various structures analogous to human sex organs and the crynolie selects and uses them depending on the sex and sexual preferences of her captive.

The big question is why?

I don't believe the crynolies are feeding off our sexual arousal.  I believe, like other HSIOs, the crynolies are after something else from us, and massive sexual overstimulation is just a tool to expose or loosen it.

(As to what this 'something else' is—I think it is what various religions throughout history have referred to as the human soul.  As to what this infers about the nature of H-space and the HSIOs...  No, I'm not ready to believe this.  Not yet.)

Countermeasures:
The mind control fumes of the crynolie must not be inhaled.  Fortunately they have a relatively short range of effect and require concentrated amounts.  Likely the reason why crynolies are encountered in groups.

Unfortunately, tackling them from a distance is also difficult.  The 'dress' of the crynolie is part of their body and composed of a flexible, durable material that is resistant to both small arms and bladed weapons.  If threatened the crynolie retracts her upper half down into her dress and emits a dense fog to cover her escape.

Threat Level:
Medium to High.

As devastatingly effective as their paralysing fumes are at close range and as awkward as they are to engage at distance, I suspect the crynolies are actually low down in the 'demon'-type hierarchy.  I fear there is worse out there.  Far worse...

H-space MGB Story: Crynolie

SGT Stewart Peter Bate knew those dresses weren't right.  The proportions didn't fit.  The dresses were too big—like the women wearing them were standing on cut-off stilts, or really tall platform boots.

Or weren't human.

Bate tried to tell Cox, the leader of their explo squad, but he wouldn't have it.

"We don't know for certain.  They could be innocent humans transported here through a displacement effect.  We can't go in guns blazing."

'Guns Blazing.'  Goddamned civvies.  Bate thought each explo unit was supposed to be led by a military officer.

"Mendez.  Bain.  Stay back and provide cover as we go in," Cox ordered.

In was an immaculately tended garden in the middle of nowhere.  The squad had come upon it in a sheltered valley—a splash of green standing out against the scraggly, blood-red grass covering the hillsides on either side of them.  It was clearly an artificial garden with a lush green lawn and neat rows of flowerbeds.  There was an open structure constructed from wooden beams—a pergola the size of a church.  Climbing plants ran up the support beams and across the top.  It looked pretty, but where were the other buildings?

"No hostile moves," Cox said to the rest of the squad as they approached the central structure.  "We want to show them we mean no harm."

Standing under the pergola were the women in the odd dresses.  The dresses were big and bright and resembled the extravagant crinoline dresses and ball gowns from the middle of the 1800s.  They were so absurdly large it looked like each woman was poking out of the top of a giant lampshade.  Bate wouldn't expect any modern woman to wear anything like that unless they were actresses playing aristocratic ladies in a historical drama.  That's what they looked like—a group of fine old Southern Belles taking afternoon tea on a lovely summer day.  As if a god had chopped a square out of the old Deep South and randomly left it here.

Those dresses, though, they weren't right.  The closer Bate got the more it nagged at him.  They were too tall—as if the top halves and bottom halves of the women wearing them didn't match up.

The women spotted the squad and buzzed amongst themselves in excitement.  One of them, a woman with a sunflower-yellow dress and platinum-blonde hair tied up in an elaborate beehive, approached the men.

"What a delightful surprise," she said.  "A group of young men, and such handsome ones as well.  Welcome.  I am Galulpia."

Galulpia looked surprisingly attractive in spite of her archaic attire and hairdo.  As did the other women.  They stood behind her and whispered and tittered to each other behind brightly painted fans.  If he had to guess, Bate would have placed them all in their early to mid-twenties with Galulpia the eldest.

"A pleasure ma'am.  I am Dr. Theodore Cox and my men and I are here as representatives of the great country of The United States of America.  May I ask the name of this place?"

"This is the garden," Galulpia replied.  "My ladies and I came out here to enjoy this lovely afternoon.  Would you and your handsome young men like to join us?"

Galulpia was smiling like one of those wholesome Southern Belles in an old TV drama.  The smile was too sunny to be natural.  Bate couldn't shake the feeling something was off.  Something about the women that creeped him out.  They all looked about a foot taller than they should be.

And there was the garden.  It was also too nice... too neat.  It looked like a perfect film set, constructed only to last for as long as it took to make the shot.  Bate noticed the plants climbing up the corner supports of the pergola.  Some of the flowers looked like dicks.  Some of the flowers looked like pussies.  Some of the dick flowers were in the pussy flowers.  Everything felt off.

They shouldn't be here.

And that motherfucker Cox.  Now he'd got the formal introductions out of the way he was actually flirting with her.

"...that does sound a mighty tempting offer," he said.  "We have been on our feet all day."

Galulpia glanced over Cox's shoulder to where Mendez and Bain had taken up covering fire positions.

"Are those your men?" she asked.  "They look so lonely all the way out there.  Why don't you ask them to come and join us."

When you saw her standing next to Cox, the height thing really jumped out, Bate thought.  Cox had to be over six foot tall and Galulpia had an inch or two on him.  It didn't match her otherwise petite and dainty features at all.  Nothing matched.

"Sure thing," Cox said.  He turned around.  "Mendez.  Bain.  You can come in.  Everything's fine."

What!  Wait!  No, Bate thought.  He went to raise his voice in objection... and nothing came out.  He just stood there.  What the fuck?  He wanted to say something.  Why wouldn't it come out?

He glanced down and saw his boots had vanished beneath a thick ground fog.  Where had that come from?  It looked like early morning mist, but it wasn't morning.  Then he looked up and saw the source.  It was the women.  The mist billowed out from beneath their dresses in little puffs of fluffy white smoke.

You fucking ass, Cox, Bate thought.  How many times had they been told about the HSIOs?  How many times had they been warned?  Their stupid fucking idiot civvie CO had led them right into a trap.

Mendez and Bain would be no help either.  They'd already rejoined the squad.  Mendez's nostril wrinkled, then a certain slackness entered his features.

"It's so warm," Galulpia said.  "I'm sure you'd be far more comfortable out of those heavy uniforms."

"You know, that's a really good idea," Cox said.  He dropped his kit and started to take his clothes off.

"How about the rest of you boys?" Galulpia said.  "Wouldn't you like to be naked as well?"

Yes, that was a really good idea, Bate thought.  He put down his kit and rifle and started to climb out of his uniform.

What was he doing?

It didn't matter.  He couldn't stop it.  It was like he was a passenger in his own body.  All he could do was watch as his hands unbuckled his pants and let them drop into the thick mist swirling around his feet.

He stood naked along with the other men.  A warm breeze whipped up wisps of white mist.  The women in the too-big dresses watched them with naked lust in their eyes.

"Mmm, such lovely young men," Galulpia said.  "I'm positively salivating."

She reached down.  Her dress opened at the front and she swished it aside like opening a pair of curtains.  Bate knew now why her proportions seemed off.  Revealed behind was her true monstrous form.  Her legs were long and spindly, and she had four of them.  They were reminiscent of the legs of an insect despite being covered in pink flesh and terminating in dainty pink human feet.  To Bate the juxtaposition of the familiar with the alien looked far worse than had they actually been the legs of a giant insect.

Worst of all was what was hanging down between them.  Bate saw a bloated pink sac like the bulbous abdomen of a grub or insect.  As with the legs it was covered in soft pink human skin.   Puffs of white mist emerged from tubular openings clustered at the end.

Galulpia reached over to caress the side of Cox's face.  "Shall we—as they say—get down and dirty?" she said.

Cox was smiling, but his eyes trembled and water collected around his lower eyelids.  Good, Bate thought, he wanted the fucker to be fully aware of how he'd doomed them.

Galulpia sat down with her bloated abdomen laid out before her.  She had a fleshy slit at the end.  It looked uncomfortably similar to a human vulva.  Bate watched as the labia peeled aside and revealed a lurid interior slick with lubricating juices.  It stretched open wider and wider, a widening pink tunnel.  Four large tentacles, fleshy and muscular like tongues, slithered out and wrapped around Cox's upper body.  They lingered lasciviously over his exposed flesh before pulling him headfirst into the gaping orifice.  Waves of contraction shuddered through the bulbous pink abdomen as she gulped Cox into her.  The science officer's feet wiggled out of the end before they too were drawn inside.  Galulpia let out an orgasmic sigh as her labia folded back behind them.

"Ooh, a wriggler," she said.  "They make me so wet."

Her bloated pink abdomen churned and convulsed.  Galulpia moaned in orgasmic pleasure.  It didn't take long for the violent motion to settle down to slow regular throbs, like the beats of heart.  Galulpia sighed and cooed as her bulbous abdomen swelled and contracted.  Every so often it would give a little shake and white juices would ooze out of the tip.

It was perverse.  Sexual in a way that should not be sexual.

All around him Bate watched helplessly as the other members of his squad were engulfed.  He couldn't move, could only wait his inevitable fate.

It came with a sweet voice.  "Aww, are you feeling left out?  Turn around."

Bate did as he was told.  He saw a pretty young woman with platinum-blonde hair lying on her back with her upper body propped up on her elbows.  Her lower body...

The vagina-like opening at the end of her abdomen opened up and livid red tongues shot out to coil around Bate's upper body.  Her vagina gaped wider, revealing a long pink tunnel that contracted and dilated with muscular throbs.  The tentacles tugged and Bate was pitched face-first into an orifice that opened wider to admit him.  His head went inside and he breathed in humid air thick with the stench of sex.  His shoulders followed and the fleshy walls of her sex pressed around him.  Muscular peristaltic motion took over and Bate was inexorably drawn into her.

Only then did the queer hypnosis that had prevented Bate from resisting wear off.  With his body back under his control he started to struggle.  It was like being inside a giant elastic bag.  The walls were too slick for his scrabbling fingers to gain any kind of purchase.  The walls pressed in around his body with muscular contraction and hauled him in deeper.  Soft spongy flesh contracted around his ankles and then wrapped around his feet as her vaginal opening closed behind him.

Bate kept pushing against the fleshy walls as he tried, desperately, to find any kind of weak spot.  He was running out of air.  He was going to suffocate... suffocate and be digested.

Another wave of peristaltic force gripped his body.  His head was pushed up through some kind of muscular sphincter and into a space mercifully filled with breathable air.

Breathable, but not fresh.  The breaths Bate took were tainted with sweet perfume and the organic stink of sex.  The sphincter closed around his neck—tight like a collar, but not tight enough to stop him from breathing.  His head was also not alone within the air bladder.  Things slender and moist wormed into his ears.

Bate heard the voice of the hindig that had swallowed him.  It came through as clear as if he was wearing headphones.

"Are you okay there?  I couldn't let you suffocate inside me.  That would be such a waste."

Bate heard air sacs working like bellows on either side of his head, keeping the tainted air circulating.  And it was tainted... corrupted.  Bate could feel the same taint spreading through him with every breath he took, awakening immoral thoughts and causing his loins to throb with unnatural need.  He had no choice.  It was that or suffocate to death inside her.

"What do you want?" he called out within his little bubble of air.

Glands within the main cavity's walls squirted hot fluids all over Bate's naked body.  Bate panicked at the thought of her digestive acids eating into his flesh and started to kick out again.  It did nothing more than provoke a series of ecstatic sighs and moans from her, as if his desperate struggling was getting her off sexually.

"Ooh yes," she moaned.

"You're not melting me to mush," Bate raged.

He drove elbows into the soft fleshy wall.  He tried to gouge it with his fingers.  All it did was trigger more orgasmic moans and induce her glands to squirt more juices over him until Bate was covered all over in warm oily secretions.  They made him feel hot... and prickly in a weird way, like he hadn't had sex or masturbated in days and was getting antsy.

"Silly boy," the hindig giggled.  "I'm not going to melt your body to mush.  That's not how we consume."

The central cavity contracted and the space for Bate to struggle in shrank and shrank until his legs were squeezed together and his arms were pinned to his sides.  It felt like someone had wrapped a wet air mattress around him and held it in place with rolls and rolls of thick tape.  Bate couldn't move, but she could.

The meat walls quivered with low throbs and crawled all over his exposed flesh.  To his aphrodisiac-drenched senses it felt like hands, naked butts, or even voluptuous breasts rubbing all over his body.  Like he was playing sardines and jammed in a closet with a team of naked Vegas strippers.  His cock, already bloated with blood, swelled out in a full erection and pressed up against the cushion-soft walls of flesh.  He couldn't control it.

How could he be turned on, here of all places?

The hindig laughed.  Her walls contracted and squeezed him.  Bulges of soft flesh rubbed against his rock-hard erection.

"We let desire consume you."  Her voice was a husky whisper in his ear.

A wet hole opened in the fleshy wall and Bate's erection was drawn into a tight muscular tunnel.  Waves of peristaltic contraction rippled up his shaft. It felt like she was gently tugging him off.  The hot itchy feeling in his balls intensified until it was hard to think about anything else.

"And we feed off what you're only too eager to give us... in the end."

The cushioned walls moved against him with slow sensual throbs.  His cock slipped back and forth inside a warm muscular sheath that stoked his pleasure with rhythmic squeezes.

What was she doing to him?

The throbbing pulses grew stronger.  The grip on his cock grew tighter.

No, she couldn't.

The hot itchiness in his balls bubbled up until he could no longer hold it in.  He let out a surprised groan as her cushioned walls of flesh stroked him all the way to ejaculation.  The hindig climaxed with him.  She moaned ecstatically in his ear and her body shivered all around him.  Her glands squirted and bathed Bate in frothy warm juices.

As he came Bate felt her tug at something inside him, something precious.  He realized then what she was and what she wanted.  Her hunger was an ancient one and it craved something more than flesh.  Bate knew he mustn't give it her.  Must hold onto it at all costs.

It was a battle he couldn't win.  He was inside her.  She had as much time as she needed.  She filled his lungs with clouds of perfumed poison that drove his mind mad with lust.  She soaked him in powerful aphrodisiac secretions and massaged them into him with her fleshy walls until he burned hot all over with need.  She took his cock and sucked the resistance out of him one nerve-jangling orgasm after another.

Bate relaxed within her.  If felt so comfortable—warm... soft... safe.  And all she wanted from him was one little thing.

And—after a while, a long sweet while—he gave it to her.

H-space MGB Story: Leech-Tongue Succubus (part 2)

continued from part 1

The wet, slurpy sounds grew louder and sloppier.  Kowalski's moans rose above them before tailing off in an exhausted rattle.  Then...

Silence.

Bate heard the clicking sounds of the succ's high heels against the stone floor.  She rounded the pillar and turned to face him.  Was it his imagination or had the pale round globes of her boobs grown even bigger since he'd last seen her?  It didn't matter that she wasn't human.  Those twin bulges triggered a powerful surge of arousal in his groin.  She crouched down and smiled sluttily up at Bate.  Her hands were covered in shiny black gloves.  She stroked one hand up his cock and it swelled out rigid like an iron bar.  Her other hand pulled down her top and let her big tits flop out.

Bate spat on her face.  With his arms and legs currently trapped within the meat wall it was all the defiance he could muster.

The she-demon smiled up at him.  She licked the spittle off her face with a tongue as black as the lingerie she was wearing.  It wasn't just the color of her tongue that was off.  Bate thought he saw the end open up, like the blind maw of a leech or maw.  Only briefly, easy enough to miss, but Bate had seen it.

Not that it mattered to his raging hard-on.

The succ slid Bate's cock between her big slutty tits.  Being wedged between her big soft boobs felt even better than the soft caress of her hand.  Her skin was warm and silky smooth, and her boobs felt like big soft pillows.  The succ pressed them together and they smothered his cock completely.  She looked up at him with her smoldering slutty eyes and started to tittyfuck him.  She pressed her hands into the sides of her swollen breasts and lifted them up and down, rubbing that sensually smooth skin against Bate's bulging cock.  Her lips pouted in a wanton pout as she switched to alternating her up and down movements, jostling Bate's member between her flesh cushions.  The movement and the feel of her tits turned Bate on even more.  He felt like he was heating up all over.

Squeeze.  Rub.  Plump plump.  Jiggle.

Bate's temperature kept rising.  His balls felt tight and itchy.

They made you want to come.  They made it so good it felt like you had no other purpose in life but to come.

The scarlet imps watched like creepy children out of a horror or science fiction film.  Bate barely noticed they were there.  The succ pressed her tits together around his cock and a cracked moan escaped his lips.

The succ's mouth opened and her tongue fell out, and kept falling.  It was long, far too long.  It was black and shiny like a leech, and with a gaping maw at the end like the mouth of a leech as well.  A mouth within mouth.  The inner one dilated like it was tasting the air.

Her tongue kept reeling out of her mouth like a snake slithering from a cave.  It was long enough to reach all the way down to her breasts.  There, it wormed down into her cleavage.  Bate felt it sucking on the end of his cock.  It stretched and engulfed first his glans and then the rest of his penis.  He felt the muscular walls grip him as her tongue covered him like a warm living sheath.

"Now she's going to suck you all up," one of the imps said, her eyes shining in expectation.

The succ pressed her tits together and started jiggling them again.  Her tongue flexed and squeezed so that it felt like continuous rings of pressure were rolling up his shaft.

Sucking on him.

The heat in Bate—the tension in his balls—grew unbearable.  He let out a loud moan as his hips bucked and he spurted cum up the narrow tube of her long flexible tongue.  He heard wet noises as she sucked it up.  The wet noises intensified and with it the suction.

Oh God.

Bate tipped his head back as another ejaculation erupted from him in a white burst of pleasure.  The succubus kept plumping her tits against his cock.  Her tongue kept tugging on him with muscular squeezes.  Kept sucking.

A third ejaculation burst from Bate.  A fourth.  His head thrashed from side to side as he was lost in thrall to the pleasure she was giving him.  A fifth.  A sixth.  He fancied they were travelling up her tongue in little bulges, dragged out of him like a string of precious pearls.

Seven.  Eight.  Nine.

So many Bate could no longer keep count.  They all rolled into one continuous flow of pleasure up her gulping tongue.  His cries and sighs rose to a peak and then terminated in a final weak rattle as the succubus sucked up the last of him.

She retracted her tongue, stood up and moved onto the next one.



"Wait.  Go back to the start."

"Where?"

"The moment the squad was able to fire their guns."

"Oh right, the moment the dimensional phenomenon passed."

"What else happened then?"

"Squad-Sergeant Henry Dunlop ran a succubus through with a piece of steel rebar.  Then Specialist Benjamin Hicks and the other members of the squad opened fire and—"

"Stop."

"What is it?"

"A thought.  No, it's probably nothing.  Unless...  But how?  Hmm, I need to think about this.  You can go now."

H-space MGB Story: Leech-Tongue Succubus (part 1)

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H-space MGB Story: Nuru Nuru Girl

SGT Stewart Peter Bate was running with the others when one of the nuru nuru girls took him down.  They hadn't been that threatening when Bate and the others had first come through this way, but the men had had guns then and were still functioning as a well-drilled unit.

Now...

They were fleeing in panic.  Bate didn't have his gun.  He'd dropped it and left it behind, just like the others.  What was the point of having a gun?  They were no use against that... thing.  All they could do was run.

Run for their immortal souls.

The nuru nuru girls were one of the more human-looking hindigs.  They looked like pretty Asian girls, the type you might find in a seedy downtown rub'n'tug joint.  Except their hands and feet were a little too long.  And no Asian chick had boobs that big unless they were fake.  Neither did most other women either.

At first glance they'd looked so close to human their science officer, Briggs, had mistaken them for unfortunate wretches pulled into H-space by some weird unidentified inter-dimensional phenomenon.  He'd been very surprised when one of the girls had tackled him to the ground and leaked a clear fluid on him from her over-sized breasts that had melted his clothes away like it was acid.  Fortunately for Briggs, the corrosive properties had been restricted to his clothing.  The science officer had been none the worse for wear after they'd driven the girl off and helped him back to his feet.  If anything he'd been a little too good, a little blissed out as if he'd just taken a heavy dose of psych medication.

The explo team had carried on and...

Bate didn't want to think about that.  He didn't want to remember the cave, the thing in it... and he definitely didn't want to remember what it had done to Briggs.  All he wanted to do was run.

The cavern where they'd encountered the nuru nuru girls was strange even by H-space standards.  It resembled a giant inflatable, as if they were walking inside the world's largest bouncy castle.  The floor was a patchwork of bright, artificial colors.  It had even felt like they were walking on large, air-filled bladders—soft, spongy and yielding.

Briggs had said it must be artificial.  The first time through Bate had wondered who or even why someone would take the time to build this.  Especially here, underground.

The second time through he was more concerned with trying to keep his footing.  The yielding, pitching surface made running hard work.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw men slip or stumble.  The nuru nuru girls were upon them before they could get back to their feet.

Bate kept running.

The exit was maybe ten meters away when Bate felt a weight crash into his back and he fell forward onto the swaying ground.  The weight came with him, pinning him to the floor as it lay on top of him.  He felt wetness flood his upper back as if someone had emptied a jug of warm water over him.  Breast fluids from a nuru nuru girl.  He already knew it ate through clothes after seeing what had happened to Briggs.  Now it was happening to him.  He felt the cool air of the cavern against his back.

The exit was so close.  He could see it.  He tried to buck her off, but any force he generated was dampened by the yielding surface beneath him.  Another flood of warm liquid was poured onto his exposed back.

Oh.

Bate stopped struggling.  He understood now why Briggs had looked so blissed out after they'd forced the nuru nuru girl off him.  The warm liquid felt like a miracle drug that soaked into his flesh and made all the aches and twinges of his back and shoulders melt away.  He felt the pressure of two soft objects against his back and realized the nuru nuru girl was lying on top of him with her big tits squashed against his back.

"Relax," she whispered, her lips close to his ear.

Her words slithered past his surface understanding and burrowed into deeper folds of his brain.  They triggered a pleasant static-like tingling on his scalp that tickled down his neck and spine.

Bate didn't resist as the nuru nuru girl started to massage him using her whole body.  She rubbed her big soft boobs all over his back as if they were sponges laden with warm water.  The fluids melted away more of his uniform until her naked flesh was rubbing directly against his.

His fear and the flight—all were forgotten and pushed aside.  The cave, H-space, went away with it.  He was lying on an air mattress by the side of a pool on warm summer day while a hot girl with big tits rubbed warm oil into him... with her body.  He relaxed and murmured his pleasure as she rubbed her big soft boobs up and down his back.  She lay on top of him and her hands glided across his shoulders and then down his arms, spreading relaxing warmth in their wake.  Bate wondered if she had a friend as it felt like a second pair of hands were rubbing down his thighs and the back of his calves.  Her touch was bliss.  His aches and twinges melted away beneath it.

The heat of her body—or was it her desire—lay over him like a warm blanket.  She whispered seductive suggestions in his ear and followed them up with cheeky thrusts of her hips against him.  The floor, soaked in lubricant, made squishing sounds as her weight shifted on top of Bate.

She sat up and her nimble fingers went back to work kneading the meat of his neck and shoulders.  Bate didn't resist as she slid an arm underneath him and turned him over onto his back.  Why would he?  It gave him a better view of her body and she was gorgeous.

Straight black hair curved around and framed an exotically beautiful face.  She smiled down at him over the soft rounded peaks of her big tits.  Her skin was a rich bronze in color.  Her whole body was slathered in oily lotion to the point it dripped from her in glistening strands.  She flopped down on him and rubbed those shiny boobs up his chest.  Bate lay back and let her pamper him.

There was one bit of tension she made no attempt to smooth away.  Instead she encouraged it by rubbing the smooth skin of her belly against his rampant erection.  Then, after sitting up, she coaxed him to maximum hardness with sensual strokes of her hands.  Bate's excitement grew as she lifted herself up over his hard-on and let the pink folds of her pussy rest against the top of his swollen glans.  Hot thick juices poured out of her vagina and dribbled down his shaft.

Put it in, he thought.

She obliged.  She pressed down, her labia parted around his cock and he entered her.  She was tight, but so wet he slid smoothly into her.  More fluids bubbled out and flooded down his shaft.  Their warmth seeped through his skin and coagulated in his balls.

She smoothly bounced up and down on his shaft.  Bate watched mesmerized as her heavy breasts swayed with her movements.  He didn't have to move as the inflatable-mattress floor rocked and bucked for him.  He felt the pressure of her tight pussy gently squeezing him.  Her vaginal walls massaged his member with the same care and attention her hands and breasts had given his body.

Massaged him until...

Bate let out a soft moan as his balls clenched, his cock throbbed and he emptied his seed inside her.  The nuru nuru girl flopped down on him at the moment of orgasm, covering him with her warm body.  The walls of her vagina pulsed in time to his own throbbing ejaculation, coaxing him first for more and then milking the last dregs from his spent cock.

Then she sighed and came.  Really came.  Her orgasm was a great shuddering quake that flooded his crotch with warm fluids and set her vaginal walls vibrating all around him.  Her big boobs, trembling under the same forces running through her, poured oily lubricant all over Bate until he was covered in a layer of clear gel.  He liked it.  He felt comfortable beneath it.  Relaxed.

The nuru nuru girl wasn't done.  That meant Bate wasn't done either.  Little bounces of her hips and squeezes of her pussy brought his cock twitchingly back to life.  From there it didn't take long for the wet friction of her tight little pussy to take him back over the edge.  He released another burst of semen inside her.  Much more this time.  Long.  Slow.  Relaxed.

The aftermath felt like nirvana—like she'd drawn out every bit of tension in his body until he'd melted into a warm, blissful puddle.

And like a puddle, once his muscles had softened too much to enable ejaculation, Bate's liquefying form was sucked up into the nuru nuru girl's vagina.  To Bate it felt like another, greater feeling of release.  Finished, her belly distended as though she was pregnant, the nuru nuru girl slithered back to her hole to quietly enjoy her claim.

H-space MGB Story: Sex-Spawn Pit

They dropped SPC Stewart Peter Bate into the pit with Brown, Gomez and Schultz.

They were demons.  Not aliens, not exotic fauna, not HSIOs, not hindigs... demons.  Those idiot scientists hadn't opened a gate to a parallel dimension, they'd opened a gate to goddamned hell.  Bate was convinced of it.  Just look at them.  The women had red skin, horns, tails, and black bat wings.  The men, if they could be called that, were muscular brutes with the heads of horned goats or worse.

Despite them looking more human, Bate was more repulsed by the female ones.  They had a way of touching you that caused sin to burrow under the skin and bubble back up as unwholesome thoughts.

Demons.  Like out of the sermons of Pastor Jones back home.

The demons had captured them when FOB Helmuth had fallen.  Bate didn't remember much about it.  There had been some kind of weird pink fog.  He'd fallen asleep and while he was sleeping he'd had the hottest dream he'd ever experienced.  It had been shameless—him, the entire Dallas Cowboys cheerleading squad.  Just thinking about it triggered a guilty throb in his junk.

On waking he'd found himself in chains and in the hands of these demons.  Along with the other captives, he'd been taken to a forsaken and unholy city in the middle of a desolate range of hills.  During the journey Bate had wondered if that pink fog had really been poison gas and now he was dead and in Hell.  He'd tried to live a good life, but he knew he'd made mistakes.

The soldiers looked at each other uneasily.  All four had been stripped naked by their captors before being thrown into the pit.

"They expect us to fight?" Brown said.

The pit was sunk into the floor, about ten feet deep.  The walls and floor were pinkish-brown and reminded Bate uncomfortably of flesh.  The hellish denizens standing and sitting around the pit were in raucous good spirits.  Bate saw something that could have been a clock.  On the wall below it was a large board with parallel lines drawn across it.  Strange symbols were chalked on the board that made Bate's eyes water just looking at them.

The pit and the way the demons were gathered around it like an audience reminded Bate of a sleazy show he'd seen at a biker dive out in San Leon.  They'd taken some kind of inflatable—like a kids' paddling pool but deeper—and poured in a thick layer of watery slurry.  Naked chicks had wrestled in it while the audience whooped and hollered.  The walls of this pit had a similar padded look and the floor beneath their feet was as spongy and bouncy as if they were standing on an inflatable.

Kinda...

The surfaces didn't look or feel like rubber.  To Bate they looked more like flesh, and every so often a little shudder would go through the walls and floor.  Like the pit was alive in some way.

The men glanced at each other warily while the demons watched in raucous anticipation.

What were they expected to do? Bate thought.  Wrestle?  Fight?  ...to the death?

A bell rang and the watching demons roared with excitement.  The pit the four men were standing in trembled.  They watched as one of the corners bulged outwards into the pit.  A split appeared at the apex of the bulge and resembled some kind of fleshy orifice.  Brown slurry oozed from the rupture as something resembling a dark brown blob pushed through from the other side.  The pit wall flexed and strained as if it was a living thing, although Bate couldn't tell whether the thing was giving birth or taking a shit.

Giving birth, maybe, he decided as the wall pushed out a large human-sized sac.  The membrane surrounding it was glossy with lubricating oils.  The sac slithered to the floor and ruptured, spilling out more fluids onto the already-slippery pit floor.  A humanoid figure—a young woman—struggled free of the membrane.  She was naked, hairless, and covered in slime.

She looked human.  More human than the horrors looking down on them anyway.  Another captive?  Had she been transported here in ways too foul to dwell upon?

Schultz thought so.  He saw a woman on the floor—shocked and catatonic—and his protective instincts kicked in.

"Are you okay, miss?" he asked as he held out a hand to her.

"Wait," Brown warned.

With good reason.  The girl lifted her head to reveal weird black eyes that were definitely not human.  She sprang at Schultz and wrapped her legs around his waist before her weight sent both toppling to the floor.

Bate watched it unfurl like he was watching a scene in a horror movie.  There was that same feeling of helplessness.  He knew the monster was going to pounce on its victim and he couldn't get there in time to stop it.

Of course, had this been a horror movie the demon girl would have torn out Schultz's throat with her fangs.  This being H-space, what followed was weirder than that.

The girl started fucking Schultz.  She lay on top of him and the round swell of her ass pumped up and down like she was a porno bunny.  Schultz resisted at first, and then he seemed to like what she was doing as he joined in until the two of them were writhing and grunting on the soft floor like a pair of porno bunnies.  The curvy little demon girl seemed indefatigable.  She kept bouncing up and down on top of him, cheered on by the demons looking down at them.

A sex show? Bate thought.  Was that all they wanted—humans for their live sex show?

No, it wasn't.

A gasp and a trembling of his ankles indicated Schultz had got a nut off.  Then the other soldiers noticed something weird seemed to be happening where Schultz's naked flesh met the floor of the pit.  At first it looked like the surface was stuck to him, then as if his skin was merging with it.  Schultz sank into the floor and seemed to spread out as the pit absorbed him.  The demon woman went with him, the round curves of her ass still bouncing up and down all the way.

A great cheer went up amongst the demons as Schultz was absorbed.  It was followed by furious haggling over who would be next.

The remaining three soldiers looked at each other.  Gomez hopped awkwardly from foot to foot as if he was terrified the floor might swallow him up at any moment.

They barely had a chance to ponder the awfulness of what had just happened before another shudder ran through the pit and a bulge appeared at the opposite corner.  The skin split and another slime-covered demon girl was squeezed out into the pit.  Like the other one she was lithe and curvaceous—a body most men would have described as sexy.

Brown snapped her neck.

The demon girl gave a disappointed sigh as she fell.  Her body sank into and was absorbed by the floor of the pit.

The three men glanced at each other.  They knew what they had to do.  They stood back to back in the center of the pit as another bulge formed on the pit wall.

Brown snapped her neck too.

And the one that followed.

After that the wall bulged in two places at once and two naked humanoid girls entered the pit.  Bate handled the second one.  Physically it was easy—the demon spawn were weaker even than the vulnerable naked girls they resembled.  Mentally...

It felt wrong.  Bate looked down at the lovely body crumpled up at his feet and felt sick inside.  Such a waste.

The demon girls didn't seem to care.  They didn't even cry out when they were killed.  As more entered the pit they stepped over their fallen sisters without so much as a second glance in their rush to hug, kiss, make love to the men currently killing them.  They seemed more like manikins made out of flesh.

This was so fucked up, Bate thought.

The walls churned in constant motion as more slits opened up and disgorged fresh naked women into the pit.  The men punched and kicked as they tried to keep the over-amorous women away from them.

"How many of these muthafucking things are there?" Brown said.  He sent one cartwheeling to the side of the pit with a roundhouse punch to her face.

Bate watched as another of the manikin-women was absorbed into the floor of the pit.  He had the horrible feeling the pit was merely recycling them to send wave after wave at the trapped men.

They got Gomez first.  He lost his balance on the shifting floor and two of the girls got their arms around him and pinned him back against one of the fleshy walls.  A third bent over and shoved her ass into Gomez's crotch.

Bate's attention was diverted by having to fend off the attentions of three more of the flesh-manikin women.  When he looked back he saw Gomez helplessly in the grip of the three women. The two pinning him to the wall kissed him on his cheeks and probed his ear with their tongues.  The third, having got Gomez's cock inside her, rocked back and forth into him.  She waggled her hips in an attempt to get him off.

It didn't take long.

Gomez let out a gasp as he came inside her.  Then the wall behind him softened and he was drawn into it.

That left two.

Bate drove his elbow into the face of one of the girls and felt her cheekbone give way beneath the impact.  Letting his martial arts training guide him, he grabbed her arm, broke it, and then sent her to the floor with a sweep of his leg.  The girl didn't cry out once.  She kept looking up at him with adoring eyes even with her right arm flopping uselessly with an additional joint broken into it.

Would you like me to bake those cookies you like, honey?

He saw the similarity in her face to his girlfriend waiting for him back home and something broke in his heart.

He couldn't do this.

He'd been trained to kill, but it was to kill other fighting men, not soft women who were only trying to embrace and kiss him.

Fuck it.  Bate held up his arms and let them swarm him.  He felt soft bodies press up against him and lascivious hands roam all over his naked flesh.  He didn't resist as they took him down to the soft floor.  Two of them lay on his arms and legs and whispered sweet nothings in his ear.  Another straddled him and impaled herself on his erection.  He felt her tightness wrapped all around his cock and then the pleasurable friction as she started to rise up and down.  Panting huskily, she bounced up and down on him and the soft surface they were lying on bounced with them like an inflatable mattress.

It wasn't just her either.  One of her friends stood astride his head and sat down, smothering his face between her luscious butt cheeks.  The last he saw before she buried him in pussy and ass was Brown bellowing as he tried to stay upright with at least four of the flesh-manikin girls clinging to his body.

Just give up, Bate thought.

This had to be better than the sickening crunches he felt when busting up their soft, lovely bodies.  It felt a damn site better.  The little porno bunny bouncing on his cock was so tight inside it took next to no time for her to get him off.  His body bucked and he gasped into the other girl's smothering pussy as he felt his cum well up inside his cock and burst out inside her like oil from a strike.

That felt a fuckton better.  The post-orgasmic glow was so relaxing it felt like he was melting into a blissful puddle.  Buried beneath soft nubile flesh he was drawn down to where it was warm, soft, and extremely comfortable.

H-space MGB Story: Tar-Pillow Cushionblob

At first PFC Stewart Peter Bate was grateful he'd landed in something soft to break his fall.  Then he realized what he'd landed in...

Bate had been part of an explo patrol trying to determine the full extent of Lake Latex—that strange, apparently natural formation not far from FOB Rigg.  It looked like a lake of molten black rubber, but was not a body of water.  Whatever the lake was composed of, and it did feel remarkably similar to rubber, it was solid enough to walk upon.

Or rather, had been solid enough to walk upon for the two hours Bate had trudged across it.  Then he'd put his foot down on a patch that had turned out to be as unsubstantial as a soap bubble and plunged right through to a cavern beneath.

It was a long fall.  Long enough for Bate to fully contemplate the awful, likely leg-snapping impact about to happen to him.

And then his fall was miraculously broken by a big ball of soft material.  He sank into it and was brought to a gentle stop without any leg-snapping nastiness.  It did, however, leave him stuck waist-deep in the soft substance.

The cavern was lit up with an eerie blue glow.  Light enough to see that he'd fallen into a flattened ball of glossy black material.  The substance resembled the surface of Lake Latex, but was much softer.  And stickier.  When Bate placed his hands on the surface to try and pull himself out, they sank into the soft material and it took some effort to pull them back out.

This was awkward, he thought.  He'd survived the fall only to find himself stuck in a molten glob of black latex.

It was worse than that.  The surface started to move in front of him and extruded the top half of a naked woman with massive tits.  She looked like a naked woman in any case, albeit one covered all over in skintight black latex, even right down to her hair and eyes.

She batted her eyelashes sleepily at Bate.  "Hmm, what tasty little hunk has fallen into my lap?"

Bate felt a thrill of both anticipation and fear.  Fuck, he thought.  A slime girl.  He'd heard about them.  Weird H-space amoeboids that were able to take the form of sexy women.  Sometimes they forced men to have sex with them—that was where the thrill of anticipation came from.  Other times they ate them or worse—and that was the fear.

Bate thrashed and strained to pull himself free of the sticky mass.  The slime girl watched on with amusement.

"You're wasting your time," she said.  "My kind are known for being the stickiest and densest of the blob girls, and you've fallen right into the middle of me."

Bate stopped struggling.  She was right.  It felt like he'd fallen into a tar pit.

She looked at the ground around them.  It was black, polished and looked as hard as granite.  Then she looked up at where Bate had fallen through the surface of Lake Latex.

"Just think," she said.  "If I hadn't been here you would have hit that hard floor and broken to bits.  It's worth keeping that in mind when..."

The slime girl left the end of the sentence unfinished.  She lay on the edge of the flattened blob and ran a latex-clad finger over the latex surface as if it was the top sheet of a bed.

"When what?" Bate demanded.

"When what happens, happens," the slime girl said with a mysterious smile.

Bate felt the blob move all around him.  He was uncomfortably aware of its organic rather than inorganic nature.

"What do you mean, 'when what happens, happens'?"  Bate said.  He looked around himself as if he was standing in a shark tank.  "What are you going to do to me?"

The slime girl didn't answer him.  Bate felt soft pressure rub against his legs.  It felt like there were many warm hands down there, intimately massaging his legs.  He felt something goose him in a private place and flinched in surprise.

"Let's get down to it," the slime girl said.

She slipped into the main blob as though she was getting into hot tub with Bate.  At the same time, strong forces gripped Bate's legs.  No, it was the pants on his legs.  The fabric stretched, frayed, and gave as relentless forces ripped the clothing away from him.  His boots and underwear followed.  He felt the soft squishy interior of the blob right up against his exposed skin.

The slime girl, now seemingly submerged in the main blob up to her waist, moved close to Bate.  She peeled off his top and then put her arms around him in an embrace that had her sticky boobs squashed against his chest.  She leant in close and pressed her lips against Bate's in a sticky kiss.

Bate relaxed.  So she wanted to fuck him rather than eat him.

That was confirmed when he felt something tug gently at his exposed genitals.  Bate didn't know what that something was—Lips? Pussy?—only that it was soft, pleasant and he liked what it was doing.

He felt his cock lengthen as the slime girl used the pliable material of her body to coax out a full erection.  She broke off the kiss and stared at Bate with her full lips puffed up in a sultry pout.  The blob pulsed around them and Bate felt it press against his back, pushing him up against her warm body.  He smiled at her and then his mouth puckered up in an ooh of pleasure as the blob contracted and his erection sank deep into warm softness.

She came back in close, squashing her breasts against him and entwining her arms around his back.  The warm mass of her body massaged his legs, fondled his balls and pressed between his butt cheeks to rub against the sensitive part between testicles and anus.  Bate heard a loud squelchy sucking sound and his cock was seized by a pleasant tugging sensation.

The blob continued to pulsate and drive their bodies against each other.  Bate didn't have to exert any effort at all as his cock plunged back and forth into a soft gooey mass that sucked at him.

"This is the other thing my kind are known for," the slime girl said.  "We can generate a lot of suction on just the right part of the body."

The squelchy sucking sounds grew louder and the sucking sensation on Bate's erection intensified.  He felt it not just on his cock, but through his whole groin and right down in his balls.  It was like she couldn't wait for him to come and wanted to suck the sperm out of his balls right now.

It became academic.  Bate couldn't hold out any longer.  He groaned and shuddered in pleasure as he pumped a big creamy load right into her black heart.

If he thought her suction would stop with his release, he was mistaken.  If anything it grew stronger.  The glossy black material of her body started to creep up over Bate like a second skin.  He felt the warm substance of her body pressing all around him.

Bate thought his climax marked the peak of his pleasure.  The slime girl showed him there was another, much larger peak beyond it and remorselessly dragged him up it with the irresistible suction of her sticky black body.  She sucked him right up to that peak until Bate was experiencing another explosive ejaculation that set the whole of his body shivering in bliss.

Her glossy black surface crept up over Bate's body until only his face remained uncovered.  Within her mass, soft suction continued to pull on Bate's cock.  Now it really felt like she was sucking the sperm right out of his balls.

And maybe something else as well.

Bate was beyond noticing.  She sucked, squelched and squished him up to another unbelievable peak of pleasure, and this time the climax was such an intense explosion of bliss it was too much for Bate's mind to withstand.

Already expired in a final blast of ecstasy, Bate felt nothing as his face sank inwards.  The tar-pillow cushionblob sucked him inside out to expose and digest his soul.

"That was so much better than your body dashing to pieces on the rock floor, wouldn't you agree?" the slime girl said to the ichor-spattered bones as she excreted them out of the side of her body.



"Huff.  Hwargh.  Huwargh."

"Stewart!  Are you okay?"

"She turned me inside out.  I felt her turn me... him inside out."

H-space MGB Story: Red Lips Succubus

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H-space MGB Story: Freshwater Cnidarian-Girl

PFC Stewart Peter Bate wasn't really sure what attracted him to the woman in the green dress standing amongst the tall reeds on the edge of the pond.  Her head was turned away from him.  She looked wistful as she stared out over the still water.

Was she pining over a love left behind?  Or maybe admiring the natural beauty of the trees and rushes on the other side of the pool?  It was a picturesque spot.  If it wasn't for the sky—all purple and red roiling clouds—you could be forgiven for thinking this was a natural beauty spot on Earth.

Bate stalked towards her through waist-high grass.  Why?  He couldn't tell you.  He couldn't even tell himself.

His heart was beating too fast.  He felt strangely tense.  His fingers clutched at empty air like metal clamps.  There was a pounding at his temples that might be the beginnings of a migraine.

Or something else.

He didn't know why he was going to the woman in green or what he'd do when he reached her.  It was as if he'd gone off-road and primal instinct had taken over the wheel.

An image of him throwing the woman to the floor and climbing on top to ravish her jumped to the forefront of his thoughts.

Repulsed, he pushed it aside.

That wasn't him.

Not anymore.

He stalked closer, his fingers clenching and unclenching of their own accord.

Who was this woman?  One of the science staff?  Medical?  Either way, a green summer dress didn't seem very practical for a tour out in H-space.  All she needed was a hat and parasol and she'd look like she was straight out of a painting you might find in one of the fancy-pants New York art galleries.

The girl turned just as he reached her.  If she was one of the station staff, Bate didn't recognize her.  He'd never seen her face around camp, and it was a face he'd have remembered.  Her long, wavy auburn hair was glossy and perfectly framed a beautiful heart-shaped face.  She smiled at Bate like a carefree girl-next-door, but there was altogether too much knowing in her bright green eyes.

"Oh, hi there."  She didn't seem fazed by Bate's presence at all.  "What do you want?"

Bate said nothing.  Muscles twitched in his thick arms.  His fingers clenched and unclenched.

What did he want?

That image of him throwing her to the ground, climbing on top, ripping that pretty dress aside and thrusting up into her tight wetness returned to his mind.

No.  That wasn't him.

A pinprick of pain in the back of his calf jolted him.  Damn, some marsh-dwelling bloodsucking insect must have bitten him.  It was an irritation, but in some respects Bate was glad of it as it distracted him from the frightening dark animalistic thoughts swirling through his brain.

Introduce yourself, his inner voice cajoled.

His tongue, which felt swollen enough to clog his whole mouth, refused to comply.

The girl laughed at his tongue-tied silence.  "It's okay.  I know what you want.  It's what all men want."

And then her bright green eyes were more than knowing.  Her face went full-on slutty as she undid the buttons of her blouse.

Oh yeah, a proper little slut, Bate thought.  His nostrils dilated as he pulled more air into his lungs.  A proper little slut he should put over his knee and give a good spanking.  And then...

No.  You don't do that.  Not anymore.

What material was her green dress made out of?  It looked strange—shiny, slick, stretchy.  The surface bulged and rippled as something moved underneath.  What was that?  It looked like a snake.  Or tentacle.

What was going on here?  Pressure pounded harder at Bate's temples.

He stared as the girl in the green dress opened up her top and revealed the lovely pink hemispheres of her titties.  Bate's gaze was drawn to them and roamed all over her luscious pink curves.

"Do you like them?" she cooed.

Why was she doing this?  They'd never even spoken before.

"Would you like to touch them?"  The girl pushed out her chest and proffered her naked breasts to him.

Bate's fingers twitched.  Yes he would.  He burned with the desire to press his hands into her lush pink curves.  To feel them.  To squeeze them.

The slick surface of her green dress rippled again as something sinuous pushed against it.

"Oh, but you can't," the girl said with a teasing smile.

Bate's brow furrowed as he realized it wasn't self-control keeping him from reaching up and giving her goods a good grope.  He couldn't move his hands.

"It's the paralyzing venom I injected you with," she said.

Or his arms.  Or his legs.  Or... anything.  Bate's eyes widened as he realized the extent of his paralysis.

"It's so you can't run away," the woman in the green dress said.

Bate desperately tried to get his muscles to obey his commands.  Nothing.  They were hard and rigid and locked in place as if he was a statue made of flesh.

"I'm not human," she said.

She reached down and parted what Bate had thought was a dress, but instead stretched and glistened like a flat sheet of jelly.

"See, no legs."

The girl-that-wasn't-a-girl opened her dress-that-wasn't-a-dress wider and a squirming mass of thick green tentacles tumbled out.  Bate saw a humanoid torso atop a ring of tentacles.  The surface of each tentacle was a translucent membrane wet with a layer of slime.  They slithered and crawled over Bate's legs, leaving trails of warm mucus.

"Let's see what we have here," the monster girl said as she undid and pulled away Bate's shirt and undershirt.

He did nothing to stop her.  He couldn't.

"Very nice," she said as she ran her hands over his broad chest.  They too felt moist against his skin and her fingers left behind glistening trails across his pecs and abs.  "Strong.  Vital.  You should last me a long time."

Her hands went down to his trousers.  She unbuckled them and dropped them along with his underwear.

"Oh yummy, and equipment to match," she said as she looked down at Bate's flaccid penis.

It didn't remain flaccid for long.  A bulbous tentacle—watery insides working beneath a transparent, lime-green membrane—slithered up, coiled around his member and began to pump back and forth.  It shouldn't have turned him on, but it did.  Her tentacles looked cold and slimy, but instead felt warm, yielding and slippery.  And she knew exactly how to move them to give Bate the greatest pleasure.

"You're not averse to the idea of sex with a hot alien babe, are you?" she said, bending close enough for the tip of her nose to brush against Bate's.

Bate's cock definitely wasn't.  Under her tender touch it had swelled out into a pulsing red erection.  It was very much looking forward to having sex with her.

But how?  She was just a human torso atop a mass of squirming green tentacles.  Where would he even put it...?

She parted her front tentacles to reveal a strange cylindrical appendage hanging down from her midriff.  The walls were slightly curved and tapered down to a plump ring of jelly.  As with her tentacles, the walls of the tube were green and translucent.

She put her hands on the side of his head and tilted it downwards.  For a moment Bate thought she was going to push his face into her cleavage, but then he realized she was just repositioning his head so he could better see what she was doing to him.

The plump ring at the end of the tube opened out and engulfed the swollen head of Bate's cock.  The curved walls expanded outwards and Bate's whole length was drawn into her green sheath.

A surprised snort escaped Bate's lips, all he could manage in his paralyzed state.  That felt nice.  Warm.  Wet.  Like he'd just entered sweet pussy.

He could see it as well.  The green tube was transparent.  He could see right through to his cock inside.  It looked weird, but felt... pleasant.  Like he was jerking himself off with some kind of freaky sex toy sheath.  He understood now why some guys bought the see-through toys.  It was a turn-on to see his big cock moving around inside.  The walls flexed and pulsed, and the ring at the end puffed up as the tube slid smoothly up and down his shaft.

The girl in the green dress leaned closer.

"It's not my pussy," she whispered in his ear.  "It's my mouth."

The flexible tube swelled and filled with hot, thick fluids that made Bate's cock tingle on contact.

"What does it feel like to watch your cock melt away in my digestive juices?" she said to him.

What the fu...!

An inarticulate cry struggled free of Bate's frozen lips.  Violent tremors ran through his body as he tried to free himself from the grip of whatever paralyzing agent she'd injected him with.  Water welled up in his eyes when he realized he couldn't.

The monster laughed.  She patted him on the chest.

"I'm joking," she said.  "I'd never waste good dick like that.  It's so much better giving it..."  She made a hissing sound as she sucked air in between her teeth.  The green tube narrowed and squeezed Bate's erection.  "...a good suck."

Pleasant tremors ran through Bate's body.  He didn't know what to think.  What she was doing to him—the pulsing strokes of the soft membrane, the way the throbbing motions swirled the warm fluids around his erection—felt really fucking good.  And his dick was visible inside her.  Bate could see it wasn't turning red or rotting away or anything gross like that.

Maybe she had a sick sense of humor.

Maybe this was just fucking.

She sounded like she was fucking.  The little hisses and gasps she made sounded like a loose woman getting a good hard fucking.

Bate relaxed and let himself get into it a bit more.  Her green flexible tube bulged and pulsed, and bubbles tickled Bate's cock as liquids sloshed back and forth inside her.  As weird as it looked, it felt like a big sloppy blowjob, and Bate was okay with getting one of those.

Then she said, "I am going to eat you though.  Or rather drink you."

Another stupid joke?

"There's no need to be afraid," she said.  "It will feel like one big orgasm after another as I suck all the cum out of you."

And then Bate knew she had to be joking.  He might not have much in the way of book smarts, but he knew enough biology to know you couldn't kill someone by sucking out all their cum.  All that would do was empty their balls and leave them feeling blissfully satiated.

Her tube throbbed and pulsed.  Sticky pleasures rippled up and down Bate's shaft.  It felt so good when she did that.

"Mmm, my body secretes a very special fluid that, when absorbed by the human male body, makes it convert all its tissues and fluids into cum.  It will make you come over and over until I've drunk you all up."

Bate's brow wrinkled.  This reminded him of something he'd heard at the first briefing after passing through the gate.  He hadn't paid any attention to it at the time because it had sounded like crazy bullshit and the person giving the briefing had looked like they'd been totally fucked in the head by PTSD or something like that.

"The fluid is best absorbed through the penis," she said.

She also sounded fucked up in the head.  Or maybe that was normal for alien babes with green tentacles.

Squoosh, squoosh.  The tube, now looking more like a stretchy rubber bag, throbbed and pulsed.  Thick sticky fluids churned around Bate's cock.  They felt like many soft lips brushing up and down his shaft.

"It just needs an activating agent," she said.  "Your semen."

Sure thing crazy alien babe, Bate thought.  You just... uh... keep doing what you're doing.

If only he could move enough to grind his hips back and forth against her.

He bent a finger.  The alien girl noticed.

"Tsk, looks like my paralyzing venom is wearing off.  Time to get you off."

Her flexible green tube throbbed with greater force.  She pressed up close to him and more of her soft warm tentacles wrapped around his body.

Oh yes, Bate thought.  Fuck me faster, you little alien slut.

Pliable membranes squeezed in and rubbed against the sides of Bate's glans.

Oh, god, yes.

And then he was coming.  He felt it rise up inside him and then surge from him in a great gushing flood.  He even saw it.  Dense white clouds of his spunk billowed out inside her throbbing green tube.

"And now I drink," she said.

He felt it first as a pleasant rise in temperature inside her tube.  Then a strange feeling of looseness inside his body, as if all the substance of his being was gravitating down to his balls.  He had little time to dwell on it as her body gave a great gulping suck and Bate was coming again so hard his legs felt like overdone spaghetti.

The alien girl let out gasps and grunts of naked sexual abandon as her body writhed against him and her flexible tube throbbed, sucked and gulped.  And not just her tube, her breasts—now the same translucent green color as her lower body—swelled and ebbed as she imbibed Bate.

Bate was too much in the grip of sensation to notice.  Oh yes, you keep that up, you dirty alien slut, he thought as he released another thick billowing white cloud inside her.  His thoughts flew apart in an incoherent steam of animal pleasure.  Again and again he spurted thick clouds of semen inside her.  He didn't even have to do anything, it was like she was pumping it all out of him.

Pump.  Pump.  She filled up with milky-white clouds even as Bate diminished.

Pump.  Pump.  Bate expired with a perverse last gasp full of blissed-out ecstasy.

She emptied him and let his wasted corpse slide down into the water between the weeds.  There it would join the other bones lying beneath the still waters of the quiet little pool.