Hel ran as fast as her legs allowed her to run. She had been out for a jog on Shokushu's track field when she had heard something behind some hedges nearby. The girl went to investigate and was almost immediately was ambushed by a hulking, shrieking, behemoth of a monster. The thing slashed at her and tore her sports bra into shreds as it caught her off guard. Terrified, she jolted away, taking off into the woods nearby.

The student lost track of where she was until she stumbled upon an old shed. Hel peeked into a window missing the panes, seeing only dusty furniture before deciding to creep inside. The floorboards squeaked slightly as she stepped on them, making her slightly nervous. What if the creature heard that? She decided to blockade the door as quickly as possible.

Hel pushed a shelf in front of the door and some tables against the windows. When she finished, the girl noticed a small panel on the floor than looked carved out of the wood there. Perhaps a cellar? She knelt on her knees, pulled away the panel, which revealed a set of stairs underneath the shed. The girl figured she might as well explore this while the monster outside was still there.

The stairs led down to a large hallway filled with overturned chairs, some broken to pieces, and a Red Door at the end. A security window sat to the left, smashed by some great force that had left glass chips scattered across the floor in fitful spurts. Behind it was a defunct computer console, a large filing cabinet, and a map of a facility far larger than any underground facility has the right to be. It is labeled FACILITY NARCISSIUS, and a large part of it has been stained beyond legibility by some clear fluid, though a portion remains clear, along with a large, official-looking crest.

What little remains readable reveals the portion that Helia has found herself within, Entrance 2-A, the Detention Center, and Municipal Dock. Both of the latter areas are immense, but crisscrossed with dotted red lines at odd angles. A note in the margins declares these security lines, which unapproved personnel are prohibited from crossing without an escort from facility enforcement.

The light in the hall is fitful, with a single overhead lamp in the hall providing the only illumination. It is damp and chilly, but a coat of some kind, bearing an insigna identical to the one on the map. It lies on the floor, abandoned behind a chair that has been knocked over on its side.

Hel walks over to the lab coat, picking up the garment and brushing off the debris on it before using it to cover herself. She stepped over to the map while glass crunched underfoot and she ran her fingers over the paper to find her exact location and possibly an exit. She figured staying here wasn't going to get her anywhere and opened the Red Door, seeing the lighting slightly darker than the room she stood in.

As she stepped through the doorway, she called out "H-Hello? Anyone here?" Hoping to not get a response at all.

The clear fluid on the map sticks to Helia's fingers and refuses to come off via any amount of shaking or brushing, a clear, gelatinous fluid that is somewhat cool to the touch. All attempts to remove it simply roll it about on her skin, painlessly adhering, as it trembles and slowly begins to gather together, ticklishly sliding across her skin to form a single, jiggling globule.

The room past the Red Door is empty, once again, though the signs of struggle are even more evident. It is an office floor presumably filled by what had once been cubicles, though they have been wrecked beyond use, twisted and thrown into one corner of the room in one great pile of debris. In the center of the room sits a desolate computer modem, with cords that have been evidently pulled through the ceiling panels to plug into it. The chair in front of it is covered in more of that strange, glue-like fluid, soaking wet in the stuff.

The computer, should she investigate it, contains a personnel list that counts several xenobiologists, nearly two dozen paramilitary employees, and then a form merely marked STUDENTS, with a requisition order attached. No number is evident there.

The ceiling and walls are obviously damaged, with cuts riven into the steel and seperating it to reveal thick, dark dirt behind. In the distance the groan of settling iron echoes down a Sealed Doorway across from Helia, with probably the only still-functioning door in the entire area. A card reader sits beside it, light still glowing fitfully.

Water sits on the floor, about a half-inch deep, brackish and stagnant.

Heliaxwalks to the computer, curious to know why only this single monitor was still here. She put a hand on the gel-soaked chair for support and clicked the STUDENTS file on the computer. Maybe this was some sort of intern program that was left behind? The girl clicked on the first image in the folder and was disgusted.

A student was naked and partially enveloped in a cloudy-grayish goo. Hel continued clicking and saw dozens of other girls who had met the same fate. She quickly gets away from the computer, causing her to knock over the chair. Hel then realizes that the gel-like substance on her arm is the same from the photos.

She screams and tries to shake it off, but it 's useless. More of the globules of the Hel crawl over her skin.

The tiny droplets of slime swim over Helia's skin, slightly cool and sticky, enough so to raise goosebumps. They slide seamlessly under her clothing as they migrate to her back, and then, once collected, quiver rapidly. The vibration peaks as a single bell-like peal rings out, strident and clarion in the underground complex, too piercing to ignore.

There is a moment of silence, and then the far door is smashed down as a rhino-sized slime mass smashes through the far door, sending it skittering across the floor in shards. Floating perhaps a foot off the floor, it orients itself towards Helia, gleaming in the dim illumination of the dim lighting here. GRATITUDE RENDERED FOR LOCATION OF SUNDERED MASS. It booms. The words are thunderous, vibrating the wooden shrapnel on the floor. SURRENDER.

With that flat command, Marlin accelerates forward at shocking speed, trying to absorb Helia and its lost mass all at once. The ooze on her back helps out as it suddenly jerks towards its lost master, hopefully ruining any attempt to dodge.

The tingling sensation of the slime made the student squirm and writhe when she tried to pull off the cold substance that was moving to the arch of her back. It started to vibrate, creating a loud hum that became deafening. She clutched her ears as the goo emitted the piercing sound. Then it stopped.

Helia stood, curious about the sudden calm. The girl fell back again as the previously locked door was smashed by a floating glob of slime. She could barely believe what was before her eyes.

It spoke. It commanded her to give herself up in a voice that made Helia tremble. Suddenly, she was jolted towards that thing from some force behind her.

The student kicked and screamed, but even she knew it was futile.

The enormous slime smashes into Helia with a curious lack of impact; its has no surface tension, and she slides within the ooze with hardly a hiccup. The interior is warm and wet, an embryonic void of constantly drifting coils and loops of half-formed matter, along with the single sustained structure of the monster: a floating web of iridiscent nerves, all connected to a tremendous eye in the center, black, lidless, and unblinking.

There is a long moment as Helia floats within the creature, helpless, and then a loop of hardened ooze forms about her wrists and yanks them up above her head, securing them together soundly. The gel surges upwards like a fountain and staples the loop to the ceiling, leaving her bound there, as it then seeps back down her body, coating it all over with the impossible liquid.

The slime glides between her coat and body, impossibly lubricated, creeping over leagues of naked flesh with the steady patience of gravity. Where it goes, the monster's inspection begins: first, a fizzy sensation, like bubbles bursting against pale skin, as it assesses chemical composition and pore density. Then the first whispers of the fibers that will be her torment - a sea of grasslike fringes that brush over and encompass Helia's body, seeking the hidden places first: the hollow of her knees, her calves, the exposed navel half-hidden behind the sweep of the coat's fabric, beneath the girl's arms and about her collarbone. It is an expansive exploration of skin.

Helia was enveloped in the strange slime. She had originally expected it to hurt, but it was comforting, almost soothing to her. This feeling is only momentary as the girl as a massive eye looks directly at her.

The sight alone fills her with dread. Loops of the fluid wrap around her wrist before binding her to the celing above. The slick, viscous substance runs down her arms, under the little clothes she had, then begins caressing her body in an unnatural way. Every single inch of her body is touched by the strange tingling sensations the goo makes, causing Helia to release a small moan.

The goo continues, stroking her with what feels like thousands of tiny bristles over sensitive stretches of skin. She utters small, throaty groans of pleasure in response to the ministrations of the gelatinous mass.

Suspended from the ceiling, Helia's body gleams in the dim light as the slime wavers over it; unable to cope with the slick, frictionless gel, the coat falls from her shoulders and drifts into the monster's mass; Marlin idly directs it out on a current of slime, which deposits the garment on the floor nearby, soaking wet. The schoolgirl is left wearing only her panties, which are no real obstacle against the creeping ooze. It slides beneath the undergarment easily and begins to fizz against her mons, the sensitive lower lips tickled by a stream of fine bubbles that glide up her sex relentlessly. To aid in the process, Marlin fashionss another coil and loops it about Helia's left knee, drawing it upward and spreading her legs smoothly.

The rest of the fibers collate into thicker tendrils and continue to explore. One strokes up the schoolgirl's spine like a lover's hand, over the smooth skin of her back, up and down over her backbone; another presses warmly just over her hips, a massive sensation over her abdomen, where a callused thumb rubs little circles over her stomach. The pinky and ring fingers just barely brush the edge of her panties, where the bubbles continue to rise from.

Helia tried to stifle her noises by biting her lip, but failed in doing so when the bubbly fizzing focused on her labia and made the student let out short mewls of arousal. The bubbles continued their collective teasing of her nethers, causing her to push her knees together in a feeble attempt at stopping the wispy, looping, gel feelers from invading her again. It was useless, since her legs were moved apart by the slime.

More of the tendrils slid over her body, imitating the intimate touches of a partner. Helia squirmed under the sensations washing over her.

The hand on Helia's stomach twists and begins to grow - a wrist, and a forearm, curve about her body, connecting to an oddly flat chest that presses against her back, all to the rippling sound of a brook as the monster takes shape from the ooze, crafting a suitable faux-form for the girl. UNFORTUNATE CHOICE OF EXPEDITION. It notes, the dual-toned voice echoing not from a head or throat but from the entire slime itself, a thrumming, gutteral voice that shivers dust from the ceiling.

That hand, now a full limb, rises to gently cup a heavy breast in its palm, the thumb settling on the aureola and rolling the nipple beneath and around it, fondling. The other splits back into its component tendrils and dissolves into the body of the slime, having no further use for the moment; instead, the threadlike phalanges curl past the hem of her panties like disparate fingers, too disjointed and flexible to be human. As two begin to rub at the peak of Helia's lips, teasing out her clitoris from beneath its hood, the rest part her sex and slide a single long digit into her folds, fucking her with the slim intruder patiently. It rocks down to the furthest knuckle before arching out, slick with ooze and arousal, and slipping back in to a steady rhythm.

Helia was in a stunned silence. The violet-haired girl stared in horror at the form the slime took. The gelatinous mass shaped itself into a humanoid shape, still managing to cling to her. It spoke again, the loud echoing voice rang around the room and made her wince.

The hand that grew from the gel now took one of her breasts, palming and running thumb over her sensitive nub. The coffee-colored teat perked to the touch, much to Helia's dismay. She felt more thin tendrils prodding at her panties before they pass the undergarment. Two of the feelers rub and stroke at the student's labia, coercing her clit to swell from the stimulation. This elicits a small series of moans and 'oh's from Helia. A single finger pushes between her flushed lips and into her tight canal. The walls of her inner folds clench around this intrusion as it beings to rock in and out of her ever so slowly. She lets loose more squeaks of excitement while the digit delves insider her.

Marlin notes her silence, and deems it dissatisfactory; he decides to take a more extreme option in his displeasure.

The gel torso touching Helia's naked back shudders, then presses against and around her body, smoothly absorbing her curvaceous form into the metalline liquid. The slick coolness slides against her skin like living silk, too smooth to drag or cause aggravating friction; it is an unearthly sensation, like a bath of soapy caresses held against the skin. To her dismay, the monster's limbs remain coherent in the ooze, and they grow ever more invasive.

Over her hardened nipple the thumb rubs, working it under and around the rough digit, until abruptly the hand splits wide and folds back; where the wrist was now sits a maw of writhing tentacles, a wetly grasping mouth, that affixes itself over her entire breast and seals tight. Within that nest, her heavy bosom is brushed and groped by a dozen blind feelers, her teat squeezed and twisted.

Between Helia's legs, by comparison, the finger slowly fucking her sex lengthens and coils inside of her, alive and mobile. It spirals out, holding her inner muscles wide and trembling, unable to close and trap the tormenting digit, allowing her dripping arousal to flow out in the ooze past her panties. Instead a second digit descends inside the trembling cunt, even deeper than the other, and reaches up precisely to curve up and inside, deep and stroking in her sex.

The gelatinous humanoid form presses against her, quivering. It envelopes Helia inside the ooze, trapping her. She tries to wriggle free, but only brings about more slick touches from the mass surrounding the girl. Inside the goo, the appendages teasing her breast and nethers still held their shapes.

The hand at the student's heavy globe changed abruptly, taking the form of a mouth filled with ravenously squirming tendrils. It latched onto the massive mound, tentacles clumsily groped at her tit, squeezing and tugging at soft, creamy flesh. Smaller feelers prodded at her puffy aureola before flicking the bud atop it. The stimulation made Helia groan in stifled pleasure.

The finger inside Helia begins to coil outwards and press against the velvety walls of her cunny. It makes the twitching folds gape open and drip her juices lewdly, soaking her panties before flowing into the ooze. She moaned soflty at the feeling. A second slender feeler enters her pussy, intruding deeper than the first coiled finger, curling downwards to hit the student's special spot when it bumped into her cervix.

Helia fought the urge to beg to be touched elsewhere. Her clitoris was painfully prominent now and her unattended breast ached to be caressed like its twin.