The term 'red light district' wasn't exactly what the locals used, to describe this place, but it was a similar concept. Creatures of all genders and species came and went, passing through the street, some staying, some working. Sex shops, prostitution, brothels, they had it all and with the lacks laws out here, and the support of one of the local crime lords, it would be a relatively safe and peaceful place (least for clients) where even some less 'conventional' tastes could be indulged. All of that would be above ground. Underneath there'd be all manner of networks of old maintenance tunnels, smuggler's passage ways and yes, one or two sewers. Though, given the vast variety of different species responsible for the 'contributions', it was safe to say everyone avoided them.

Thankfully, far away from all that, with only the slightest hint of it in the otherwise stale, cold and moist air, would be where our adventure would take place. Having returned to the astral realms once more, Slime had once more bolstered his collection of assorted tech to once more become Cyber Slime. Assuming the form of an eight foot tall, mechanical juggernaut, constructed and thrown together with a seemingly random assortment of robotics and machinery, it would appear that his latest 'acquisition' that had apparently 'belonged' to someone else would be seeing him pursued. Frankly, he couldn't fathom why anyone would leave a 'Matter Digitization and Transportation Device' lying around behind multiple layers of triple locked, duranium reinforced, energy fields where anyone could walk in and pick them up (tear them out of the wall), but Cyber Slime had to suppose some people were odd like that. Still, he'd had no intention of allowing anyone to pursue him, at least, not until he saw who was doing the chasing. After that, even though he could have easily shaken her off, the creature had decided instead to 'flee' all the way out here. Given the trouble it sometimes had 'acquiring' tech, the monster had started taking an interest of sorts in the concept of 'money' and, moving slowly through the tunnels, giving his pursuer plenty of chance to catch up and come back into a line of sight, Slime would have the perfect idea as to how it might go about obtaining such a thing.

Catherine hated this planet, and she’d been here less than a day. It was pure hedonism everywhere, with only the slightest mockery of what could pass for law. She’d been briefed on it as such, but actually being there was different. The air seemed heavier there, though she was quite sure the barometric pressures were average for a human, and though she was used to people leering at her when she was suited up, here they flat out let her know what depraved thoughts were on their minds. On the plus side, she had told herself, nobody cared when she pulled her sidearm and fired a concussion blast into one particularly “friendly” fellow… in fact she was fairly sure his (it’s?) friends were laughing at it as she had continued on her way.

In truth the more she thought it over, the more surprised she was that she’d been given this assignment at all. While it technically fell under her branch of “enforcement”, she got the feeling there was more to the tech retrieval than she was being told. The briefing had noted that there was no witnesses to the theft, but that likely SOMEONE was in possession of it as, they had reassured her, it wasn’t capable of walking off on its own. Worst of all they were going on practically nothing, or so it seemed to Catherine. The only lead they had was that a prostitute had seen something of a similar build entering one of the tunnels near the “entertainment” sector of town.

And so, as the rookie agent slid down into the tunnel system, she drew her sidearm and flicked on the flashlight attached to the barrel. The dust that collected on the metal plates along her arms and hips seemed to slide easily off the latex-like material of the rest of her suit. Truth be told she didn’t hate the outfits… they’d saved her life at least once so far. That said, she still loathed the idea of wearing something nearly skin tight that highlighted the large swell of her chest, every deep breath in and out clearly visible to anyone that wanted to look.

With a sigh, she began to search through the dark underground, trying to be as quiet as possible…

The creature had done its equivalent of smiling, inside its metal carapace, when it detected the presence of its pursuer in the tunnel with it. Even more so than the prey it had its pick of on Shokushu, Slime simply loved the beauties that space had on offer. At least, back on that planet, the uniforms did at least do something to hide the shape of their wearers. Out here though, the best treats almost looked as if they were wearing nothing at all from the start, such a tantalizing display. This would be the second of this 'type' that Slime had encountered, and just like the first one, this one was in possession of some appealing, enticing 'assets'. Her plump behind, those gorgeous swelling breasts that rose and fell with every breath... Yes, he could have a lot of fun with this one.

Withdrawing the stealthy, quiet extensions of himself he'd pushed out in all directions, lurking in the shadows, a small check on the life signs detector it'd incorporated into that walking scrap pile behemoth it called an exoskeleton, would see to it that his target wouldn't have doubled back and left the passageways in the few seconds it'd taken to pull back. From there, he would proceed to use clattering sounds, shadows, brief glimpses of her target, the definite impression of something running away, and similar provocations to lure her, draw her, further in. After a few minutes of pursuit, Slime would finally allow himself to be caught, coming to a stop in a dead end. However, if she thought she'd managed to corner her quandary, nothing would be further from the truth. The place he'd bought her to now would be shielded, no communications getting in or out, though regardless of whether she'd discover that, he'd be ready to strike before she could do anything about it. It'd been his plan to lure her here all along, and even if she did manage to get away from the initial onslaught, it'd be a long, winding, confusing journey back up to the surface.

The humanoid, metallic pile of mechanic parts appearing huddled when she finds it, the creature would soon turn and rise to face her. Assorted plates, from anywhere and everywhere, hydraulic lines, cables and occasionally, randomly sparking loose wiring, would appear to make up, an almost muscular looking, armour plated 'man', almost eight feet in height. It's head would seem to be likewise, made of no singular distinctive piece, empty and see through in many places, with a thin, twisted metal frame, like some sort of poorly made sculpture on a scrapheap. A small, whirling cooling fan and a red glowing lens made up the eyes, serving as probably the only thing, besides position, that identified the mass as this things 'head'. Amidst it all, flowing mostly over the 'exposed' tubes and pipes that made up the creature's 'body', but also occasionally over the metallic plating in little lines and streams, was a distinct, unidentifiable black ooze that shined and slithered like a field of countless, oily snakes. The most polished and glistening component however, would be the 'stomach' region, that bulged slightly outwards with what could only be described as a 'cockpit' like compartment. A container with a glass screen at the front, it didn't seem large enough to actually contain a pilot, but regardless the box didn't seem to hold inside it any controls or controllers, and would apparently have no illumination inside... at the moment. An examination of the schematics relating to the stolen and vandalised tech, would reveal this to be a part of the device that'd been stolen.

Striking out with long tentacle like appendages, comprised of more of those cables and black, sickly goo, the creature would begin its assault. At this distance, the rookie ADD agent would have plenty of time to react and would even find her weapon (on its highest setting) effective enough to blow holes through the invading appendages. Starting off with only one or two limbs, it would appear that further resistance would provoke further attacks from the beast, more tendrils emerging from behind this things back, the damaged limbs appearing to retreat and then, almost as quickly as they'd been damaged, repair themselves, ready to re-enter the fight. Some of the blows would seem to be quite wild, at first appearing to go wide of her, then curving inward towards her. Others would appear though, to miss her entirely, one instead striking and dislodging a large (thankfully now empty) gas line which falls and partially blocks the way back out. The thing is old and rusty, but its size is far from capable of cutting off the entirety of such a wide passageway, serving as a minor obstacle more than anything else.

In the end though, the whole thing would serve as little more than a distraction as a small, drone like construct some distance behind the agent, detaches itself from the ceiling and begins to make a Beeline for her. A tiny, non-threatening thing, no larger than a person's hand, it'd nonetheless be slightly distracting when it swoops in and clamps itself to the wrist of her main gun hand. The thing would appear to be made of a white, almost plastic looking metal, but it'd be far from heavy nor capable of exerting any force that'd affect her aim in the slightest. Rather, the thing would appear to become an almost bracelet like attachment, with a small blinking red light indicating it was doing... something. (Emitting a signal of some sort, perhaps?) Should she find herself trying to do something about it, or otherwise allow her attention to waver from the thrusting tendrils coming her way, Slime would be sure to give her a brief, glancing blow off the metallic plate of her other shoulder, perhaps enough to put her off balance, and make her defence or evasion all the harder, but not doing any actual damage.

The wind blew into the tunnel from somewhere behind the agent, gently pulling her long blonde locks past her face for a moment. She tensed, but then relaxed. It was just wind after all, she assured herself. However adrenaline hadn’t yet settled in her system before she heard a soft clanking noise just ahead in the darkness, and Catherine flicked her pistol towards the source, trying to illuminate it, but only managing to catch a blur of motion as something sped away.

Even as she took off running, she tapped her earpiece and activated the radio. “Pride Amber in pursuit of possible suspect!” She cried out, not bothering in her fight-or-flight state to make sure she was actually transmitting, and not even realizing that she didn’t get a response. Even if she had noticed, it probably wouldn’t have stopped her. “Stop and… this will be… a lot easier… for you!” She called after the thing as it seemed to clatter away from her… faster than what seemed normal given the bulk of the equipment she was supposed to be searching for.

The pursuit lasted a while, and by the time Agent Lyons finally caught up with her quarry, her chest was heaving against the tight suit as she caught her breath. What stood before her, however, was much larger than she’d expected… to the point that she wondered how the thing had fit in the tunnels in the first place, let alone led her on such a chase. The young agent’s mouth hung open for a moment as she stared up at it, her blue eyes wide and very much like a deer staring down headlights. There, in its “belly” was the machinery she’d been tasked with finding… but the other parts were unknown, and that rolling mass that seemed to make up the internal body of the structure was almost certainly alive. Finally her expression hardened and she got ahold of herself.

“By the authority of the Earth Government I…” She started, only getting that far before the thing struck at her. That same inky black goo lashed at the young woman as tendrils, making her dance back before flicking her weapon up to full power and firing off a few shots, first at the tentacle, to make it think twice about attacking her. A soft growl came from the now angered agent. “Really? Fine, it’s not my funeral…”

In spite of this, it didn’t seem to be the creature’s end either. It didn’t even seem to upset the creature (if it was indeed a creature at all… she had no idea if it could even speak at this point, or what she was locked in combat with). Wounding the tentacles that had struck at her didn’t even seem to slow it down, instead they were replaced with more and more appendages, sometimes doing damage to the junk lining the tunnel but strangely missing her for the most part. She didn’t have time to analyze why, though, and instead turned her gun on the main mass… trying to miss the retrieval hardware but aiming for what looked like a face on the thing… though it was just a single sensor and what looked like a cooling fan. Even as she did that, something landed on her right wrist… something small and white, which quickly latched around her arm there like a bracelet. “Nnngh!... Off! Get off!” She muttered in the heat of the battle, foolishly taking the time to flail her arm about, gun and all, as if she were trying to shake loose a bug that had been crawling on her. For her distraction, she was rewarded with a blow that finally glanced off her shoulder armor, though it had significant force behind it and made her stumble backwards. Giving up on the thing on her wrist for now, even as it started blinking, she again aimed at what she took to be a head on the creature, firing off more shots… starting to back towards the partially blocked exit…

Shots would either fly wide of the mark, or else land to do some 'damage' to this thing's 'head', it mattered little either way. The real controlling force behind this thing would be the black sludge that infested every line and cable, and frankly, had she been directing her shots at this thing's chest, the creature might have actually been in danger. Discovering this in just the first few seconds, each one of the agent's blasts blowing away large chunks from the tendrils, the creature would actually find itself in a certain amount of peril. That weapon of hers seemed to fire powerful concentrated bursts of super heated energy and, just as one would expect if one were to imagine his dark, slick, oily presence as being... well, oil... flammability was a major weakness. Thus far, with his assaulting appendages, he'd managed to avoid any major ignition, by keeping the actual 'Slime' of his body closer to the base of the tendrils. Making sure that the further reaches of the limbs were merely comprised of loosely bound, almost limp, collections of cables and hydraulics, with none of the goo infesting the parts that were being blown away, this particular observation, had it been made, might have explained some of the wilder inaccuracy behind the strikes. Still, if she were to start firing at his main body, he might have a problem on his 'hands'.

The black sludge withdrawing from the creature's 'head' as the first of her shots started to whizz past, Slime might have done himself a disservice by revealing a vulnerability, though he'd have had little choice, with it not being entirely safe for him to leave those extensions of himself out in the open. The ooze sliding away, the already quite unsubstantial looking top would start to look even less like an actual, functional part. With the removed bulk of that black gunk leaving the remainder looking about as integral and sophisticated as a twisted up shopping cart, it should have been fairly obvious that there was no sort of computer or even sensory device there. Still, there were wires running up there and they'd snap as a shot or two managed to dislodge the glowing red lens, sending it flying.

Almost as if anticipating further attacks on her part, someplace that he couldn't so easily abandon, the lumbering, mechanical leviathan would reach out and tear from the wall a large metal panel and begin to shield itself with it, despite the fact that his 'target' had already begun to move backwards away from him. Loose tendril limbs becoming even less directional, more like long, heavy, twisted whips now, the creature would continue its wild attacks from behind its improvised cover, but with even less accuracy as it withdrew more of itself from any exposure and possible damage to its real body.

Regardless of whether or not she continued her retreat, or would take this chance to press an advantage, Slime would quickly begin to rummage around his assorted tech, improvising a new means of attack. The flailing cables would continue to whip out, the end of those 'limbs' carving long cuts and grooves in the walls and ceiling as their considerable weight and solidity could not be denied. Though he'd make some attempts to aim these strikes at her, enough to force her to evade a few of them, it would be clear that he wouldn't get anything better than a glancing blow or two at this rate. After a few seconds though, Slime would be done with his latest construction and as he launched his next type of attack outwards, he'd use it as a distraction to deploy some more of the mysterious drones, one of which had already clamped itself to one of her wrists, a bunch of them apparently lying dormant on the ceiling.

Something akin to a missile, trailing a long line of twisted cables and tubes, would fire out at high speeds, just a meter or so to one side of the agent. The head of this 'spear' would coincidentally drive into the fallen gasline from earlier and, such was the force of the attack that it would tear the metal pipe from its place without barely slowing down, carrying the debris with it, the extreme gust of wind caused by its passage causing her hair to flail and writhe in the air. Flying towards the door, the long stretch of hollow metal that'd been caught would become wedged, lengthwise across the door, actually denting up and folding in slightly as whatever this thing had fired not only punched a hole through it, but from the sound of it, had buried itself into the wall beyond. Some of that black ooze smuggled away inside the long stretch of tube like extensions that'd flowed behind, a follow up attack would seem to follow as, nearer to the door, and only following a single, flat, two dimensional line of fire, a quickly striking out web of that dark sludge would spread out in all direction, with a thickness no wider than a finger, and hitting wall, ceiling and floor with such force that holes were made.

Just as quickly as the shot had been fired and expanded, the projectile would clench back up into a single line and retract back into the creature from where it'd come. All the while, a couple more of those drones would have flied down and, another going for her other wrist and another for her right ankle, these mysterious constructs clamping themselves in place whilst apparently doing little more than lock in place and blink with their ominous red signal light. She was yet to find out what these tough little things were, but as another shot fired out, this one coming even closer to hitting, she'd have other things to worry about.

As the mass of slime and components was chipped away by her shots, she noticed the body-like slime pulling out of the “head” area, even as the metal parts simply shattered or shorted to little effect. The Agent got a little more confirmation for her growing theory of how this thing was functioning as it shielded itself with a large piece of metal from within the scrap-laden tunnel. Eventually, her shots might be able to pierce that makeshift defense, but she could already feel the sidearm heating up in her hands… soon it would need at least a moment to vent heat, she knew.

Fortunately, it did seem that it was somehow seeing her from the central mass, as the tentacle’s attacks grew even wilder with the barrier now between them. “You can still just surrender… I’ll take you… IN!...” she tried to say, the last word a cry of desperation as a cable raked across her back… at apparently high enough speed that her suit’s defenses kicked in and prevented any structural damage, though the impact still knocked her off balance and stung. “You can do this Cat…” She muttered to herself, and, with the barrier now between them, abandoned her retreat and instead charged towards the creature.

Before reaching her target, the Agent was cowed suddenly as something whistled past her and embedded itself somewhere behind her like a rocket. There it was… the nagging reminder that her life was in peril. Her legs wobbled for a second as she steadied herself before the young woman found her fire once more. She didn’t fail to notice the immense, obsidian web of slime that punctured into the framework of the tunnel, sealing her in with the monster… suddenly wondering if she was the mouse to this thing’s cat and not the other way around.
Despite her fear, she managed to see the drones coming this time. In spite of that, they were fast, and the quick shots she snapped off in their direction didn’t find their mark. Yet another snapped onto her other wrist, and even as she tried to roll out of the way of the third, it found it’s mark just below her calf… all of them clamping down tight enough that she could feel it where the metal sections of her armor gave way to the more pliable suit beneath. Fortunately, it didn’t seem to cut off her circulation, though the ominous feeling still didn’t sit well with her.

As another spear-like attack flew past her, this one nearly grazing her midsection, she tried to refocus and attempted to charge again, trying to slide past the barrier on one side and fire off any shots she could at the thing’s main mass… this time a little less concerned about damaging the retrieval item, and more concerned with her own survival.

Despite the peril to his main body, Slime would be delighted to see his quarry abandon her efforts to escape and instead advance on it with a newfound bravado. It's flailing tendrils would continue to provide enough of a distraction to prevent her from shooting her new bracelet off, which was exactly what the creature would need as, unbeknownst to her, the small drone construct continued and then began to complete its detailed scans. The leviathan continued to operate in verbal silence, though her 'suggestions' to surrender would seem laughable as Slime found his plan almost complete and any chance of this woman succeeding in defeating him failed.

She'd turn now, coming to face the new set of flying drones, but even as she did so, her attempts to drive them off would be seemingly unsuccessful. The mechanical monstrosity behind her now actually advancing towards her, as the first drone managed to clip onto her wrist, she'd soon find her back landing upon the wide, metallic plate the thing had been using as a shield. A quick roll and she'd attempt to avoid the next device that would nonetheless find its mark, clamping onto her ankle. Finally, one of his 'main' attacks would actually succeed in landing a blow and, not actually wanting to see her damaged, he'd be pleased to see that the 'costume' she wore actually provided some sort of defense.

She'd be close now, moving quickly and for the briefest of seconds it would seem as if the creature she was fighting was in danger. However, just as she pushed aside the shield and got the barrel of her gun pointed straight into the heart of the black oily mass that slithered across this things 'chest', she would find the weapon unable to fire. Whether she'd pulled the trigger and had found the weapon jamming, or not, the cause would become blatantly apparent as her gun seemed to glow with a set of neon green 'grid lines'. The bracelet around the wrist of her gun hand would have gone from emitting a red to a green light, and her weapon appearing to disassemble and disappear, block by block, in a bizarre 'digitization', she would soon see her gun reappearing and reassembling inside that display case like component, the stolen piece that she'd been sent to receive, but now seemed to make up this thing's 'stomach'. Closer up to the thing now, she could see that there was some sort of wide, circular hole at the bottom of this little box compartment, and her weapon, after re materialising, would actually drop down out of the bottom, landing and clattering on the floor. However, disarmed, the creature would not be so kind as to provide her with the chance to reach down and retrieve it.

A forest of new tendrils, comprised entirely out of that black sludge that infested this mechanical monstrosity, would swiftly emerge, the appendages striking fast, grabbing and wrapping around her body in multiple places. Wrists, ankles, thighs, shoulders, waist, they'd all be seized by this bizarre, dark ooze, as the substance apparently moved with enough force to lift her high into the air. Those mechanical enhancements around her arms and legs would prove to be a difficulty, giving her incredible strength. However, almost as quickly as this thing had grabbed her, she would witness the gunk slipping easily into any and all cracks and crevices and, with a myriad of little sparks flashing as this thing apparently crawled inside and sabotaged all the servos and mechanisms, Slime would disable all the strength enhancing aspects leaving her relatively helpless as this thing held her. Free to fly to their destinations now, the agent would find the rest of the drones this thing had coming down, a slightly larger one clamping loosely to her neck like a collar, and another taking her remaining ankle. All of them would emit a red light for now, her organic form taking much longer to scan, but that didn't mean the monster couldn't do anything to her whilst it waited...

“Oomph!” the agent vented as she suddenly felt the pressure of the metal “shield” against her back, dismissing the now three drones that had attached herself to her like bracelets… or shackles… and spinning past the shield to confront the monster directly. “I gave you a chance!” She cried out, thrusting her pistol almost directly into the thing’s flowing, unstable chest and…

*Click*

… nothing happened. Her sidearm wasn’t supposed to run out of energy… at least not without extensive use. “N… no!” She got out, a slightly French accent suddenly seeping into her voice as if finally pushing past some barrier due to the agent’s sudden fear. Her eye caught the drone’s light change to green just as a copy (or maybe it teleported?) of the gun seemed to materialize in the creature’s stolen equipment and drop out like an absurd capsule machine.

Need to get these things off, she thought to herself, trying to stay focused in the face of her peril. She brought her arm back to swing it down, hoping to smash the device against the floor, but before she could manage that, a mass of writhing black tentacles smashed into her with enough force to push her into the air. The air was knocked from her lungs and for a second, the wide-eyed girl seemed to hang in the air as time slowed down for her… she could just see in her peripheral vision as the viscous ooze wrapped itself around her limbs like tendrils. She could feel pressure against the thinner membrane of her suit where it clamped on… not hurting her but holding on tightly.

Focus, your suit still works, she told herself mentally. With a mighty cry, she flexed her arms, trying to use the powered outfit to break free of the creature’s grasp… though now it, too, seemed to fail her. As she glanced at her arms in horror, she saw that same pitch colored slime working along the seams of her armor and seeping in… likely disabling it somehow.

Truly starting to panic now, Catherine shook her head and body violently, trying to get free with her own (admittedly unimpressive, as far as agents go) strength. For all her exertion, she managed only to succeed in flexing and contorting her body for the thing (she still wasn’t sure it could even see) as two more drones very easily flew down and attached themselves to her, one completing the set on her limbs while the final one looped around her neck like a collar. A shiver traveled up her spine at the feeling, knowing what they reminded her of now. “L… let me go! I have backup that will be here in… in a few minutes if I don’t report in, and they won’t be as ill-equipped as me!” She lies, her wavering, accented voice likely giving the bluff away.

The Agent's feeble attempts to resist only seemed to excite the creature further, though she wasn't to know that, going so far as to even try and bluff the creature. Unbeknownst to her, this creature would already be inside her head, and it could sense some of her surface thoughts enough to know that no help was on the way. It would all be so very sweet, to him, knowing he could do whatever he pleased to her, for however long it wished, but regardless the beast would remain silent.

Turned skyward, she would feel something very solid, wide and unyielding beneath her back as, in a move that would lightly strain her body, other forces gripped tightly to her ankles and wrists, and drawn down towards the ground. Naturally, given this creature's wishes, her legs would be held slightly apart and, whilst she wouldn't be harmed particularly by the new position, arms pulled straight, she'd nonetheless find herself forced into this unusual pose by this thing's strong, adamant grip, with things only becoming uncomfortable if she tried to fight it.

Try as she might, the hold this thing would possess was something beyond her strength and, as she found herself brought down, a little closer to the ground, she would find herself looking up at the single glowing red lens of this things 'head', blazing at her with a flash as more of this dark, oily substance seemed to pull the light back into place, reclaiming and repairing what little damage she'd done. Of course, this sight would be the least of her worries as, above her prone body, a single large, tongue like appendage, comprised of this black liquid, and about as wide as an arm, rose up and poised itself about half a meter above her stomach.

It would hold, seemingly long enough for her to fully take in the sight. However as it apparently waited, she would witness a large, thick blob of viscous, clear liquid salivate at the tip of this new formation, eventually dripping down onto her skin tight suit. As it trickled down onto her abdomen, she could feel the warmth and wetness of this saliva like substance, some of it eventually beginning to run off and roll down her sides.

Then, without any apparent signal to get started, the tongue would move. Drifting ever downward, at no point actually touching her body, it would appear to drop slightly out of sight as it descended between her legs. Nothing would appear to happen for a moment or two, then, making sudden and forceful contact, feeling it apparently trying to wiggle its way between both her ass cheeks and the taut fabric of her uniform, the tip of this new appendage would have seemingly curled upward to try and make a direct line for her back entrance. Fortunately, it would apparently succeed in little more than a light prodding of the rim, but having teased that part of her body for a little while, the tongue would soon move itself onward and upwards. Pressing tight to her body, Catherine would be treated to a long, slow, deliberate lick, all the way up between her legs, along her groin, over her stomach and chest and then finally a little, wet flick as the thing withdrew just millimeters from her face. Things had just begun, and it would appear this thing was determined to savour this delightful, cute morsel it'd acquired.

Increasingly convinced the thing couldn't speak her language if it spoke any language at all, Catherine tried to keep her wits and think, though fear all but consumed her as the feeling of helplessness washed over her again… something she hadn’t yet felt as an agent, but knew all too well from her time before. Her suit seemed to have been drained of any power… she couldn’t reach the transmitter in her gauntlet and even if she could, she doubted it worked: if it too wasn’t drained, then being beneath the planet’s surface likely wouldn’t yield a signal.

Before she could come up with any sort of escape plan, the creature seemed to settle on a spot and she was flipped backward, her hair spilling out behind her, before something solid pressed against her spine, from between her shoulders down to her lower back. She let out a little grunt of exertion as the thing peeled her arms and legs back in an X shape, bowing her body out, stretching her suit taut over her smooth belly and thrusting breasts. Every sudden breath or jerk of resistance made the young woman’s chest jiggle just slightly in the second skin of the suit, displayed all the more as she was pulled into the spread-eagled pose.

Her struggles ceased briefly as it’s “head” suddenly loomed over her, staring down at the captive girl with that one inhuman eye, before a tongue, as dark as the rest of the creature, rolled out slowly and descended towards her. Wide-eyed, the girl struggled anew as it slowly descended to press against her quivering stomach, its weight and warmth apparent even through the suit. Further, she could feel as its saliva dripped down onto her, then over her, running in small rivulets around her slim midsection.

Finally, it moved again and Catherine shook her head quickly as it descended between her legs. “No…no no no not that please!” She begged, her fierce façade giving way completely before the creature cut her off, thrusting its tongue against her backside. Stretched as she was, all she could do was endure it. Her eyes clenched shut as she ground her teeth, as much in fear as pain or any other sensation… it didn’t seem to have split her suit, thankfully, though she doubted that would hold true for long. Having failed at that, Catherine felt as it drug the long tongue between her legs and up, taking it’s time, going the entire length of her body and sending a shudder of… not fear… through her body, though in a way this was what she truly feared. It seemed to take it’s time as she felt it press into her belly, then slide between the large globes of her chest, finally…

… it pulled back before reaching her face, though just barely. Catherine was practically quivering in its grip now, barely daring to look up at it, the girl’s displayed form only moving to breath.

It savoured her frightened reaction before starting again. Beginning at the same place as before, this huge tongue would once more descend to someplace below her and curl up to wiggle and worm its way against her back entrance, through the thin, but durable fabric of her suit. Not seeing any substantial results, other than a light tickling of that tight little star, the appendage would seem to move on. After a few seconds, giving her another long, full body lick, all the way up the length of her trapped, helpless, and luscious form, the assault of this thing would have seemed to a have started in earnest as it came down now between her legs and began a more 'enthusiastic' 'tasting' of her sex. Giving her a good minute or so of ravenous lashings, stroking up and down rapidly, doing its best to find her clit every so often and paying it some attention, the creature would finally begin to ascend across the length of her body again.

This time going all the way to her face, the slimy tongue would seem to caress lightly against her cheek, before changing form and rapidly flowing around her head, under her helmet gear, and wrapping around her eyes like a sort of blindfold. Once he'd robbed her of her sight, he'd begin to lower her down and soon she'd feel her body sinking into a slimy, almost mud like pool of something, the entirety of her arms and calves being enveloped in this sludge. He was keen to find out where he could get into her clothes and begin a true examination of her body. For now though he would have to make do working with that skin tight fabric that, nonetheless, didn't seem to do much to prevent her from feeling every touch.

Not letting her know exactly when and where he'd touch her, Slime would be sure to keep her unable to see as the thick slime coating the underside of her body began to creep up. Slipping up along her sides and the inside of her thighs, she'd feel a gross, wet, sickly presence beginning to caress up and down. Countless tendrils would seem to form and begin rubbing and curling, massaging against the length of her back. Finally though, as she might have expected with prior experiences such as this, something large, hot and bulging, lined with countless nubs and slippery little feelers, would begin to press itself and, with a gentle sawing motion, begin to rub itself against her soft lower lips.

The spread-eagled agent squirmed as much as her position allowed as she felt the thing press against her backside, shuddering in revulsion before it climbed higher and pressed into her flower through the suit, before ascending even more across her body again. It was merely a hot pressure against her thanks to the suit, which had just enough thickness not to show anything between her legs (apparently agents had complained about initial prototypes until this “oversight” was corrected). Even so, it was hard enough to shield her from the thing’s probing.

Increasingly flustered, she yanked with all her (comparatively unimpressive) strength at the thing, even though it didn’t seem to even notice. This time the thing proceeded to climb through her cleavage, it’s weight pressing either of her large breasts back into her chest slightly, before lapping like a tongue at her cheek and getting a frightened “Auuugh!” from the girl for its effort. As it seemed to whip around and behind her head, she tried to follow it with frantic glances, twisting her head. As the slime covered her eyes, she shook her head as if trying to throw it off.

Catherine could do little but squirm and try to keep from moaning in response as it seeped up around her, a living pool, enveloping her splayed back limbs. The sensation she felt as it squirmed and felt along her back, her thighs, and her arms could have almost been described as relaxing, were the circumstances different. Even so, she couldn’t help but feel her cheeks flush as the thing seemed to work her body over more and more.

Those efforts seemed to come to a head as she felt something protruding and pushing between her legs, pressing at her suit with much more force and starting to work along the length of her hidden sex. “Nnngh… no… please don’t do this, please… damn it!” She begged, talking more to herself at this point.

Ignoring her cries, the thing would continue, having not uttered a single word, possibly, unable to even speak. That bizarre, nub and tendril lined, appendage stroking up and down her sex, now turning, it'd be revealed to have a bulbous, penile head as she now felt it turning, pressing in against her slit through her suit. Just like with her back entrance, something this creature had apparently lost interest in, the huge member couldn't seem to get much in the way of penetration, being blocked by the thin, but surprisingly durable fabric. However, unlike with her ass, this creature had more to work with and, with more force than it'd shown back there, apparently greater determination as well. Pushing against her, the material, and her body, stretching to accommodate, the creature would eventually see the slightest success on the its part, for its efforts, getting enough of itself inside to part her lower lips slightly and give it an inch or so of her soft, luscious flesh, wrapping around the smooth, round tip of its rod. Once there, it would not apparently be keen to give up on what it'd earned, slowly stirring around, pleasing itself and her with that small amount of penetration.

Feeling the tension of her clothing all up her legs and abdomen, even her breasts being lightly tucked in the downward direction, there would appear to be enough elasticity and slack in play for a small, thin tendril to find its way to her clit, branching off from the main rod that tormented her now. Wrapping around, it'd begin to squeeze, tug and wriggle, against that little nub. It'd be the latest in a long line of little, gradually escalating torments, as something big and oozing came into position, hanging above her head. Since she couldn't see it, there'd be no way for her to tell, except for maybe detecting its sweet, but meaty, odor, but the thick tendril coming above her face would be dripping with a sickly, slightly pink, translucent liquid. As it drooled down on her, either on closed lips, or straight into her mouth, the intent of this creature would be to gradually feed her this mild, but quickly accumulative, aphrodisiac, one that had to be consumed orally. While it'd take every opportunity it could to see her mouth open, not forcing it by any physical means, the fun would be in seeing how much it could see her agape through the relentless torment of the rest of her body, with this creature all the while looking for a way inside her little, skin tight, costume.

Catherine groaned in fear and revulsion as the thing pressed harder and harder against her sex. She could feel its textured length, and then its phallic head, as it ground into the material, refusing to give up until finally, it had achieved some degree of penetration, even without breaking the suit. She was honestly surprised it had managed to hold this long… against overt attacks like bullets and swinging blades, it was pretty effective, but she’d already had one replaced from accidentally walking along a sharp protrusion on a desk and having it rip open. “Please hold, please…” She prayed to herself, still struggling, though at this point doing more to wear herself, and perhaps cause her displayed chest to jiggle slightly, than actually free herself.

And she was getting tired. As the thing pushed in, feeling it between her folds, the suit was pulled taut against her skin, smashing her breasts back into her chest, the indentations of her nipples made prominent. It hugged up against her thighs and across her back, threatening to give out on her at any moment. This was all made worse by the blackness that was her vision, with the thing still wrapped firmly around her eyes.

Her open lips, agape from struggling to just breathe against this thing’s assault, quickly snapped shut as she felt something drip onto her tongue. It was… not disgusting, which was almost worse than if it were. None the less she coughed and hacked, body wracking itself once or twice in an effort to expunge the foreign substance, ironically leaving her mouth parted long enough for even more to drip in. This finally caused her to just snap her jaw shut, and then, after feeling it coating her teeth, try to close her lips. By this point though, she was breathing so hard that she almost had to keep her lips parted, and tried twisting her head this way and that to avoid it, with varying degrees of success.

Slowly, but not unnoticed, her body began to respond to the treatment and the aphrodisiac, her heavy breathing changing from gulped breathes of desperation, to a slightly higher pitch, tinged with a denied desire as her mind fought to ignore the growing sensations felt by her body…

Seeing her trying to struggle against the slow feeding of this drug, the tendril wrapped around her face would tighten and hold her fast, forcing her to either accept the slow, viscous trickle into her mouth, or else attempt to keep her lips tightly closed, breathing only through her nose as the thick, oozing liquid began to pool and trickle down the sides of her face. Regardless, of the level of success though, a careful watch of the victim's mind would have apparently yielded something useful, a recollection providing the creature with the means with which it might be granted entry to her suit, causing it to change tactics now.

Not seeing, but certainly hearing and feeling the larger, metallic presence of this thing looming over her, a pair of huge, robotic 'hands' would appear to come down heavily and grasp her waist either side. The pressure of this thing's invader, grinding against her sex, would withdraw as something pinched and pulled away piece of fabric on the centre of her chest, just below her breasts. A sudden sensation of exposure, skin being uncovered, this beast would evidently cut a smooth long slit down the length of her suit, stopping just above her sex. Why the creature stopped there, she would be left wondering, however as slippery slimy appendage worked its way into the new, long hole in her costume it wouldn't appear that this entity had any plans of stopping soon.

The 'Index Fingers' of the great mechanical hands reaching up and squishing her luscious orbs together lightly, it would be the same, long, firm member from before, now apparently smoothed out a bit, but still very bumpy and 'moist', that would worm its way upwards, pressing against bare skin, and apparently begin pleasing itself between the ample, tight valley of her soft, gorgeous breasts. While this would be the means of gratification for the Monster, something more intense and methodical would be applied to his victim's ongoing torment. Making use of more mechanical implements now, pressing against her, through the fabric of her suit, three smooth, round, almost spherical heads would find themselves against her sex and both of her swollen teats. Beginning to vibrate these 'magic wand' devices would begin to work away at her, the throbbing, hot member continuing to plow back and forth between her breasts. The drooling thing above her mouth had withdrawn slightly. No longer dripping with its mild potion, the thing would have instead positioned itself so it was poised to squirt quick little sprays of a more powerful, potent formula directly against the back of her throat, doing so whenever it found itself given a wide enough opening. Finally the smooth rounded tips of this things thumbs would apparently come up to either side of her upper abdomen, just below her breasts, pressing in lightly and making little circles as it carefully massaged her body.