Sheak attacks!

The brain contained by the quivering green slime seems to throb for a moment. Your eyes go wide as a wall of thick goo slams into your body and hurls you roughly against the wall. The impact of your head leaves an indentation in the plaster and your vision becomes blurry. The heavy liquid presses in around you like a sodden blanket, weight upon weight as the horrible slime gathers itself up and hold you fast against the wall.

You begin to cry out in anger, "You bastard!" The moment your mouth opens slime floods into it, pressing like a jellied fist past your lips and holding your jaws apart so you cannot even close your mouth.

"Silly cow," sneers the voice of the slime. "You pushed me too far. And now you're mine."

Cold slime pours into the cups of your corset, oozing over your breasts, seeming to cradle them and squeeze even as it tears open your corset. The garment falls away, drifting into the slime's quivering bulk. Your breasts heave and deform as Sheak molests your titflesh with his inhuman grip. More liquid wraps around your body, your legs and kicking feet, until you realize you are being completely pulled inside his body.

Your panties are stripped down your legs and drift away. You kick and wrestle against him even as you float up off the ground, suspended in Sheak's liquid body, his slime contracting against your flesh and molesting you like a hundred eager hands. You tilt your chin up to keep your head above the slime, but you still cannot close your mouth. The slime moves within your mouth almost like a thick tongue. Is this the slime horror's idea of a kiss?

Slime creeps up your throat and up the back of your head and tendrils pour into your ear canals.

"I experience your luscious body in a way possible for no other creature," Sheak's voice is communicated directly into your ears. "Every gelatinous speck of me is touching every yielding curve, smelling, seeing, tasting, and knowing you intimately."

It feels as if you are being massaged on every part of your body as the slime slowly creeps between your tender folds. Warmth and relaxation suffuse the creature's touch, but cannot quite overcome the fear.

"That's it," burbles Sheak. "Calm yourself. This will be much more enjoyable for both of us if you are not fighting."

You try one last time to scream as your head is pulled into the slime. It surges into you, filling your lungs and pouring down your throat and slithering into your nostrils.

"Ecstasy," says the voice, so close it seems inside you now, "is the gift I share with you before I make you my meal."

Slime pushes up your tender quim and squirms into your puckered ass. Pleasure floods you, threatening to overwhelm your sanity. In a dim recess of your mind you know that if you do not do something now, find some way to signal the guards, you are doomed.