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.”
Name: Tar-Pillow Cushionblob
Type: Slime (subtype: cushionblob)
Habitat: Underground. Around and beneath Lake Latex.
Description: A type of slime girl with an amorphous body. Usually they take the form of a buxom woman lying on a big soft cushion or bed.
This variety is black and fully opaque. Their appearance varies in how glossy the outer surface is. Some are very dark and look as though they’ve been sculpted from tar or pitch. Others are glossy and look as though both the woman and her ‘bed’ are completely covered in shiny black latex.
Attack Strategy: Tar-pillow cushionblobs are extremely dense and their surface is highly adhesive. Anyone coming into physical contact with one will become stuck and then engulfed. They are powerful, but they are also slow and lack any kind of mesmeric ability. A tar-pillow cushionblob might try to use her sexy body to tempt the unwary into joining her on her bed, but anyone forewarned as to her true nature will find it an easy offer to turn down (unlike with the pink variety).
The tar-pillow cushionblob likes to draw men into her mass and use her malleable form to sexually excite them. They are capable of generating powerful suction and use this to induce first ejaculation and then pull the man inside out to extract whatever spark of vital essence it is that HSIOs seek from us. Despite sounding gruesome, the man experiences it as a pure blast of orgasmic release.
(The soul seems as good as any name to give this ‘spark’, even if my esteemed colleagues might not approve of it.)
After extracting this essence the tar-pillow cushionblob digests the flesh of her now-expired captive and then excretes the bones.
Countermeasures: Tar-pillow cushionblobs are very slow, but adept at setting traps or ambushing from darkness, where their lack of speed is not a factor. Bullets are ineffective and barely penetrate their dense mass. Engaging one at close quarters with melee weapons is strongly discouraged. The weapons will just get stuck on her body and she’ll draw you in to engulf you. Her form is also dense enough to resist small explosives.
Extremes of hot or cold are effective, with flamethrowers being the best weapon to use against her as the substance of her body is inflammable. Some strong alkalis have been found to have a corrosive effect on her body, but such large quantities are required to render this an impractical countermeasure.
Easy to avoid if spotted in advance. Completely inescapable once grabbed and engulfed.