Follow Jim into the building.

The four women followed their slightly retarded cohort into one of the far wings of the water treatment plant. As far as the heroes could tell, the offices had not a trace of slime in them, but they were mysteriously devoid of chairs and desktop items, as well as completely vacant of employees. Had they all made it out safely?

That question was entered as the female rangers followed Jim into the central part of the facility. Overflowing the vats of water and chemicals, and filling the room floor-thirty-foot ceiling, was a giant blob of slime. It resembled a neon-green Jello, except instead of yummy marshmellows suspended inside, it was filled with hundreds of partially disrobed women, including the one that the rangers saw pulled into the building just minutes ago. While the slime was clearly a single color, the rangers could see inner regions of varying density that caused parts to appear darker than others. These tendrils of abnormal thickness appeared to be **** the women, as they pounded in and out of their exposed mouths, assholes, and pussies.

"Gross!" yelled Yoko, as she turned to run from the slime, only to be halted by another , this one their king, adorned with a chintzy crown. Yoko bounced off of the resilient slime and landed on her ass.

"Moknar the Slime King!" scread Jim, stating the obvious in a high, girly voice.

"Hello everyone! How y'all doin' this fine murning?" responded the Slime King, in his horribly out of place blend of Irish and Hillbilly accents. "I see you've met my deary pet, Slimy McSlimesalot. My prized creation, don't you see? We have a lot of fun planned, won't we?"