Juniper's eyes opened wide as she felt this thing seeping into her. That seemed to be the word for it, at least, it hadn't bulled it's way passed her closed lips. but wormed it's way through them and her clenched teeth, it's syrupy sweetness running unabated over her tongue and down her throat where she was forced to swallow it down reflexively. Where her weight rested on top of it, she could feel it squelching it's way up and into her body from below, that lightly burning sensation as her sensitive flesh was scoured by it's touch causing her eyes to water. With her, admittedly short, briefing she'd been expecting molestation . . . this felt more like invasion, like any arousal she might feel was incidental to this thing's true aims.

She twisted at the waist, pulling against the sticky elastic mass that was clinging to her, seeing if she could stretch it out passed the point where it could pull her back into position. She wasn't having much luck, it might not be exerting much strength to hold her still, but it would only allow her to pull herself so far before she encountered more resistance than she could overcome. She fought hard, but ultimately all she was doing as tiring herself out, while Ortix could simply sit back and let her without expending any effort of his own. Her arms burning, she felt herself fall back, catching herself on her elbows before she'd allow herself to lay flat on this creature.

Still, with her whole forearms submerged in his main body now, she was finding herself more stuck than she had been before. She wiggled and bucked, trying to ignore the way the metallic barbells chilled while engulfed by this thing. It set off a sharp contrast to the way her skin was burning at his corrosive touch and she tried not to focus on the way her tits were standing out at the sensation. Idly, she wondered whether or not the creature would eat through those as it had devoured her clothes earlier, but that thought was interrupted as she felt something worming around in her stomach.

What does this thing want!? She thought frantically. The sticky trail rolling it's way down her throat had apparently found whatever it was looking for . . . at least she hoped it was the pseudopod in the mouth that she was feeling. Images of body snatchers and worse ran through her overactive imagination as she started fighting against it once more. This was getting too damned weird.

Ortix was hungry, hungry for food though in a nourished state it might have toyed with her a bit more. Naybe the simple minded creature would as it continued to gather the nourishment that it had been without for the past few days now.

It's hunting area had been limited, it got shocked badly each time it trited to leave the boundries of it's invisible cage though he had worked out how big of a cage it had been stuck in. It might not have understtod why it was encaged but new that It was …

For the time being it flowed inside her, goop working over her nipples, tingling them as this goop rolled around her and oozed into her struggling body. It caused her to pull and twist only so much though as she fought agaist it.

Ortix continued to eat as thus far it did little but rest atop her, restrainting her with the utter stickiness of it's bodu.

Green slime clung to the back of her head keeping it down as the thing violated her. It forming up pseudo pods now as more nutrients were broken down and more vigor had been restored to it. Now to gather her juices, to collect them so it could store them, enough juices and it could eventually split for the sexual juices allowed it to grow.

How long she struggled against it she did not now for certain long enough for it to worm around in her stomach and feast. She had learned that the metal barbs did not melt away though there was an unexpected visitor who saw her stuggling in Ortix's grasp as he soarded over head. He landed in the branches of a tree watching as Oritx formed a pseudo pod that slammed against the gel surrounding her body plunging inside the core of her body as ripples washed over her clit. The thing had learned longago if it played with this nub on a female it was easier to collect those juices which was something it was attempting to harvest now.

Te demon watched from his perch choosing to wait for the time being as all three of it's burgundy eyes remained down cast on the seen unfolding.

What a mess you have gotten yourself into young one. Welcome to Shokush!

The way the thing was cradling the back of her head, she had no choice but to watch what was happening to her body moment by moment. As the flow forcing itself passed her lips got thicker, she could feel her jaw being forced wider so that could flow with greater ease into her. She could actually see where the mass in her stomach pressed up against her belly, essentially licking her clean from the inside and out, as she repressed a slightly queasy feeling at the thought.

She'd tried to kick her legs when she she saw that thick tendril lifting itself up out of his mass, hoping to drive her heels through his mass and into the ground below so that she could get some traction with her heels and try to turn that into leverage. That had mostly just ending in her making a particularly distressed sound when her bad leg met the resistance of his body. While she was still coping with that particular pain, he violently plunged another pseudopod into her sex, causing her to rock inside his form as he back arched and the goo in her throat stole a shout from her lungs. She closed her eyes and twisted her hips back and forth as it started to work it's way inside of her, each movement sending ripples through his form and over waves over her clit.

She gurgled in protest as her body started react to what was happening to it, until her eyes lighted upon the form crouching on the branch of a nearby tree. Great, just what she needed, an audience to her humiliation. She brought herself forward hard, trying to lean forward as she tried to shout something particularly vitriolic at the tree-bound voyeur, raising her hands in a manner clearly meant to imply flipping him off even if she couldn't quite unball her fists at the moment. Of course, then the elastic nature of the creature she was in the throes of drew her back, setting her to wobbling in place as Ortix pursued his straight-forward agenda.

Indeed she had an audience now and the thing chuckled as it noted the esture. His third eye allowed him to see the truth and really he wasn't in the habit of interfering so he waited. Her watched the humiliation as that pseudo pod slammed into her again and again, splahing aside the goop that it displaced in the proceess.

Her legs doing little good for when they did connect with it, Ortix simple reshaped itself as it took to vigorously thrusting away at her as it rippled against her clit, the goop vibrating a little there as it stormed over her there.

All the while the thing in the trees had chuckled. Had iit had popcorn it would have probablly been muching on it as it watched the show. Normally he liked the girls that had more fight, that proved to be more of a challenge but he was an opportunist too so when he saw her sprawled out and naked he made a slight detour.

Ortix was busy gathering those sexual juices, absorbing them even as it sought to digest the partially digest foor. She would be hungry after this but he he did not get concerned with that as he was famished.

It the ooze down her throat felt weird it felt extemely so on the way back up her throat when it had finished with the contents of her stomach feeling as if she if she were gong to hurl as it slithered bacj out of her clinging to it's main body once more.

It grew slighly with the admixture of her juices though Juni would probabably not even notice as it set itself upon taking what it needed.

Juniper found herself lying back despite her best intentions, her volatile little outburst towards the new arrival drawing her deeper back as the stuff clung to her. It's weight shifted around her legs, raising her hips in it's embrace so that it could flow into her with greater ease. Each time the pseudo pod hammered it's way into her anew, she rocked in her jelly prison, rolling back into place as the tip of the pseudopod rolled at the very back of her sex, gathering up every errant dollop of moisture her body generated as it pulled out for the next attack. If not for it's soft structure, she imagine it would be quite painful, the gel slamming home into her sex too large for her lower lips with a shock, before the run-off ran in ripples through the rest of the creature's interior, vibrating her sensitive clit and the gel still slipping in from behind.

A blush was creeping onto her cheeks and across her chest as he slammed home into her once again. Her body was getting used to the hard jolts shaking her hips and the way the creature's extention felt as it ran forcefully against her tingling inner walls. Always fully in, and fully out again, slapping against her sex with the same forceful blow, building up a rhythm now that it didn't have to retarget between each thrust. She blinked a bit as she realized that with her hips lifted the way they were, her audience had a reasonably good view of what was going on. She shuddered a bit, flushing deeper in shame just as the next thrust pounded it's way into her, a low murmur humming through her throat.

She felt herself gag, the muscles in her throat making to retch though there was nothing left in her except for the creature. Pulling itself back out, it rode the muscular action to help it overcome the tightness and come rushing out of her, satisfied that no more nourishment could be drawn from that source. With a thick, wet "pop" it fell out of her mouth, slithering away back into the main mass as Juniper took her first unaided breaths in long minutes, each tinged with the gentle edge of a soft moan, her heaving breaths tugging on her breasts as the good held them but not tightly enough to keep her chest from rising and falling.

"Hah . . hah . . .take a picture --UNF!" she was interrupted by the next thrust slammed home in her, "It'll last longer!" she shouted, not really at the height of her wit. Idly, she thought it was better that the creature's eyes remain on her for the time being . . . her thumbdrive was still out there, and it was possible he'd notice it laying there in the grass. The last thing she wanted was another creature with leverage on her.

Take a picture? The creature seemed genuinely puzzled by her words … he was an odd one instilled with the memories of some that existed not in the modern era but a medieval fantasy one. He had no frame of refrence for it though the creature he was drawn from existed in a magical realm.

Gersham was still adjusting to this realm, there were things he didn't know, other things he could not remember. After several weeks he had finally stopped wondering what happened to Esper and thinking how he could best replace her with a servant-slave.

As much of a fuck up that she was he had to admit that Esper did have her uses from time to time and the best replacement for her he had considered was Iria, well not the amazon exactly. Someone with her physical strength but some magical abilities. Esper was stronger than a typical human, Iria was stronger. Esper had the versatility of magic though …

He still had not found his Esper though this was too good to pass up as he watched the show unfolding before him, the wet slapping of that pseudo pod as it slapped away at her.

It lacked finesse, Gersham though with a little shake of the head. It was already drawing out of her mouth but roughly rubbing against that clit, rippling over it and he noted how the creature neglected her ass as far as he could tell.

I suppose that was meant as an insult. Seeing that you're not going any place any time soon, care to explain?

It mattered not if she did or not. He usually wasn't into sloppy seconds, especially this things seconds and was going to watch for a little bit and take off but she had interested him in that even she could be so snippy in this moment. He supposed that she couldn't do anything else so it was her way of being defiant to the last.

I'll make you make better use of that mouth! He would tell her if she refrained from answering or explained her words as if they were meant to be an insult.

"Are you serious!?" Juniper asked, another hard thrust causing her body to roll with impact as her head rolled back. She bit her bottom lip and breathed out hard through her nose, trying to silence herself as he pulled out. The next slapping blow rocked her hard once more, and she bit down hard into the lip, not quite enough to break the skin but enough to hurt. The creature in the trees was still looking at her quizzically however, as if waiting for her answer. She traced her tongue over her lips to clear them, though she gave a short "AHN!" as Ortix rushed into her while her lips were parted.

"It means, that if you find this so fucking engrossing--" her back arched with the next thrust, "--you should immortalize it with a goddamn photograph--" she twisted her hips in his grasp, trying to at least divert his thrust a bit to hit her somewhere else, just densely hammering away she was getting sore, "--so you can beat your meat over it whenever you like, instead of gawking like a nun in a whorehouse!" Dammit! This thing was just hitting harder, as if he could beat the pleasure out of her. She needed it to soften up a bit, thrust faster if it really wanted to stimulate her. The question was how to relay that information to a such an alien creature.

"Does that answer--" she squeezed her eyes closed as the next wave hit home, "Satisfy!?"

Photograph? He was perplexed by her words until her comment about nun's in a whore house. He thought he understood though he didn't know what nun's were whore houses he knew about and thus he made the link, at least he thought so.

Ah! You mean portrait! I suppose this would make an excellent portrait in my galley if I remembered what happened to it. Iknow what nun's are either but I think that clears up your meaning.

He chuckled, amused a bit as the thing continued to work her over like a jack hammer pressing against her as Ortix tried to brutallly slam back inside her again and again. She was an amusing one and he canted his head at her.

Even given the position she was in, the blush stained upon her cheeeks ant Orix making a mess out of her she still retorted back. Akright his temperment cooled a little, she wasn't throwing an insult had him but rather seemed to be casting it upon the situation.

You are an amusing one. I will rape you one of these days but not today I don't think. Very spirited, even now … what is your name?

"How very gracious." she bit off sarcastically as the humanoid sitting in the tree tops mused that he'd save her for another day. Her body actually lifted with the next hard thrust, Juniper giving a short cry with her tongue lolling out as her weight rocked back against her shoulders. The thing had been so busy piling into her that when it bottomed out the tip of it had actually curved back on itself, stretching against her tight pink walls and making tears spring to her eyes. Her eyes fluttered as her weight settled down again.

"Amelia fucking Earhart" she responded as he asked her name, again, she shifted in her prison, though this time the took her time, letting the mass naturally fill in behind her instead of pulling it out in a long stretchy strand, hoping that quicksand theory applied to guardian oozes, "Maybe you've seen my plane, the Electra?" Okay, she was just having him for a lark now.

She grunted slightly with the next thrust, as she'd shifted her weight upwards her couldn't hit her quite as deeply, but he was still using all the same force, heedless of how she felt. She reached out, making a grab for the pseudo pod as she saw it pull out of her.

"NO!" she barked, trying the same tone she'd used with her dog back home, "Bad slime! Too rough!" it was a long shot, she knew, but she had to know if it was capable of understanding. If it was capable of understanding, maybe it was possible to train it? If nothing else, it'd be a public service to whichever girl this thing got it's sticky fingers on next.

Amelia … an interesting name.

He did not seem to know that the name belonged to someone famous. He had no real concept of her Earth history or modern things, nor did he had much exposure to them. Of course he knew that fucking wasn't her middle name and so … ah ye, his third eye triggered, she was speaking a false hood. He had been so caught up enjoying the show that only almost slipped by.

Your lying, Amelia. Regardless … just as you are lying about this plane whatever that is.

That looked rather uncomfortable. He noted the tears on her face as he was studying it for next time around. Her name was false and so he would find her and if not, oh well he didn't think that she could offer him a good fight. If he chanced across her again he would have some fun though.

The slime worked against her forming hands that it plunge through that goop, taking up her breasts and squeezin, that tingling sensation burned against her skin slightly and might actually begin to hurt if it remained in contact with her for over an hour.

Some times Ortix got more juices out of a girl by playing with these orbs.

But then she yelled at it. Ortix paused, at least for a second anyway. She had not helled at it before so it was somewhat taken back by the tone though it was use to it's victim's yelling things out it was use to them being loud at the beginning and throughout their joining but this was occuring mid stride.

I do not think that's going to work Amelia, but I guess it couldn't hurt any either.

"Caught that, did you?" she muttered, thinking she really couldn't have made that particular fib any more glaring if she'd tried, "And if you have a better idea, I'd love to hear it!"

It might not work overall, but at least she'd diverted it away to tightly grope at her breasts for a moment. Still rougher than she'd prefer from a caustic paramour, but at least they hadn't taken the pounding her sex had. She took a deep breath, one hand reaching down between her legs as the other still tried to hold him at bay. She lightly cupped her hand as she brought it up to her sex, cupping some of him into her.

"Like this, okay?" she said in a low, soothing tone, hoping to get the message across that way if she couldn't rely on words.. Lightly she parted her lips, spreading her fingers to run in a circle along either side, and then stoking back up to meet at her clit, she rubbed it in a circle, periodically flicking it back and forth with the tip of one finger before stroking over her labia again. A sigh gently parted her lips. She slipped two fingers into herself, pushing through the green slime and hoping he could interpret the motions of her fingers through her mass. She pumped the fingers in and out, grinding them against the roof of her sex one moment, walking the fingers back and forth against each other another, and rubbing just short of her g-spot for a time as well, her thumb lightly sawing back and forth against her clit along with each thrust. Her heart rate picked up as she felt her body react, she knew the way she liked to be touch and one by one she was showing this thing all the tricks, stirring her arousal higher than his pounding away had done, and feeding him more in turn.

"See?" she murmured breathlessly, "You don't have to jackhammer away at it . . . show a girl some tenderness . . ."

I have no frame of reference to what you refered to and would have missed it if not for my gifts of seeing the truth. Well, I could tell that you were lying though I have no special power in knowing the truth Amelia.

And I do have a better idea, an option that you probably would have used if you had access to it and seeing that if you did you would have probably used it well before you were in this state my dear. Just look at the way it's filling you, so crude …

I have power over oozes, speaking with them so to speak, commanding them. If you could share in that sort of empathy you would have done so already I think unless you were totally blind sided by the creature.

She went to work as best as she could. It was tough grasping it for it was slimy and sticky, though it was squishy too having no solid shape well a state that was not quite liquid but not fully liquid either.

At first it seemed to be rather unintelligent and kept trying to force it's way inside her but rather picked up what she was doing, not from her words but rather from her juices as they worked through her a bit with her own touching it seemed to pick up on the fact that the slower motions had been responsible for this.

Since it really wasn't looking for it's own sexual gratififaction but those juices it began to slow down using her method, mimicing it so as to coax for those juices.

Remarkable … it seems to be working, at least for the moment. I wouldn't have expected it to care.

"Ah, the ability to see truths, but not discern them . . . must be terribly frustrating for you." Juniper said. She glanced back up at him. Almost immediately, she flushed a dark shade of red and looked away. She'd been so busy just trying to curb her abuse, she hadn't thought of it at the time, but at the angle he was sitting this thing had probably had a clear view of her instruction to the creature. The ooze, it was a thing, it was following basic instinctual programming, being caught by it was . . . scary, and embarrassing, but it wasn't like a person. It wouldn't judge her by her actions, her voyeur on the other hand, was human-seeming enough. . .at least capable of holding a conversation.

"Tch, that isn't an idea so much as an ability. Unless you're offering a bargain, in which case I get to wonder if you set this thing on me in the first place." It seemed to be getting the idea well enough. It was impatient, it kept sweeping deeply over her walls to gather the dew from her sex, but more and more she was feeling vibrations and small rolling strokes as she proved that her methods worked better. Of course, they had the unfortunate side effect that she was becoming very very aroused as it began to use more and more of the little stimulations simultaneously.

"Mmph . . . great . . . I'm the Mrs. Robinson of monster slimes." she said with a small whimper, sarcasm and abashment flooding over her face. Somehow, knowing that this three-eyed thing was watching her be stoked to greater heights of pleasure was more shaming than knowing he'd been watching her get reamed so earnestly before. In one scenario, she'd been a victim, but by coaxing this thing along it was like she'd given it permission. "And it doesn't care, not really. I've just showed it a better way to get what it wants . . . the same way a show dog will do a trick because it wants the treat at the end." of course, that didn't change the fact that she still had no idea how to make it stop.

It is not too annoying. Sometimes knowing the falsehood allows you to decipher the truth, Amelia. Most people I deal with … had dealt with … do not immerse themselves in too many falsehoods so knowing what they are trying to cover up is easy enough to discerm.
He had the perfect vantage point as those slamming thrusts gentled at her prodding. He had seen the rosy hue that spilled over her cheeks and grinned a little. He had not trusted that ooze and so he had not sough to get any closer.

Yes, Amelia, I suppose you are right therir … it is more of an ability though I am not offering a bargain. You simply do not possess anything aI might want. Clearly you cannot even offer up your virginity or something so basic as that and I'm going out on a limb here in thinking he possess no talent that I can draw upon, save for maybe a court jester or some such but I can no longer remember what happened to my tower. Clearly Oberron did something to me and I have not worked out what he did.

Evenrtually I will remember though … I believe he is just buying himself some time there so it is just a matter of time before I remember. Besides the samage has been done, this cannot last too much longer so even if I did offer to help I'd only spare you a few minutes of humilation. I am curious as to what you might offer for such a respite.

Of course I could be wrong and your friend might have further use of you beyond the next few minutes. Sometimes a girl might disappear for days or weeks even as a monsters has some extended fun with her or the labs get a hold of her I hear. Monster orientation. He laughed a little. Aegir broke me in with the basics. I did not set the slime on you though, Amelia, I do perfer a more personal touch.

He regarded the continued show and smirked as those force thrusts became more pleasant, as Amelia encouraged it to pleasure her rather than discomfort her. Well, it is listening it seems so it has some basic intlligence at least, at least in so far that it can adapt to a situation and learn a better way of doing things. You are still it's prisoner though ...

"Ugh, men." Juniper rolled her eyes in a way that had nothing to do with the pleasure rolling through her, "Always so eager to be the first. Clearly you're an excellent judge of value . . . ignorant of half what comes out of my mouth" this thing was clearly unhinged, and stuck in the renaissance by all evidence. Court jesters, towers, and portraits indeed . . . as if she'd subject herself to this kind of humiliation long enough to model for one, "No, no, you're clearly right "M'lord", stranger in a strange land, no benefit to be had in an educated native."

She didn't think this particular creature was the sort that would keep her for days on end. It didn't seem malicious, it was using her for something. And once it stopped receiving it, it would probably move on in search of more prey. She was more concerned with the notion that the thing had been set out here to keep her trapped and occupied until a security team could be dispatched to collect her. She had to hurry this along. A thinking being might realize that it could harvest her for hours with this insistent teasing, but she was reasonably certain that this thing was simpler. If she could give it a greater short term benefit that then tapped her for a few minutes, it might tire of her and move on.

"Ssh, see? Build it up. Feel that flush on the body? That excited heartbeat thumping against you? That's when you can pick things up a bit." she cooed encouragingly. She had to admit, this thing had taken to her coaching more quickly than she would have expected. She might've had to draw it a map, but now she was squirming in it's sticky confines for reasons that had nothing to do with escape. Hopefully it would continue to be a fast study when she goaded it on, instead of simply falling back on old habits. Her lips were still spread wide as Ortix continued playing in her, she slid two fingers in once again. At first, she simply twisted them from one side to the other, but then she started rocking them back and forth inside her as well. Her shoulders twisted and her back rolled as Ortix kept up his own stroking around her fingers, causing her to close her eyes and exhale sharply through her nose as she picked up the pace, quick but shallow thrusts rubbing along her walls. She could feel the muscles of her sex clenching and unclenching in response, her honey flowing freely now, ready and wanting for a cock to stuff her.

She was fortunate in a way that the creature in the cheap seats was so cordial. She could almost convince herself that he was more interested in the conversation than the show. Virgins. Feh. Highly overvalued, to her way of thinking. What would of virgin have done in her position? Protested feebly and hope in vain that the goo had a heart after all? And it wasn't as though Juniper was a slut, present circumstances notwithstanding. The casual dismissal just burned her up.