The Attendant

{If you want more of the attendant, then skip to pt. 3. What follows does not involve that being.}

Gasping for breath, you turn to look at the drones. They are visibly sweaty and panting from the strain of holding back their orgasm for so long. "Ahhhh, good boys, mm-mm," you croon. Immensely satisfied by your session and how it concluded, you decide that you've probably had enough fun for one day. You briefly wonder why the drones' cum wasn't warm. "I've never felt fresh cum that wasn't warm before... (Yes you have, your subconscious tries to interject.) Anyway, thank you for a wonderful time, steward. Please have the attendant release me, I am ready to leave."

Silence.

"Steward?" There is the slightest tremor in your voice.

Deafening silence.

"Heh, I'm ready to go home now, steward," you nervously laugh.

"You didn't say the safe word." The voice sounds like a whisper in your ear. You jerk your head around, but no one is there. At some point the attendant and drones must have left also. You are completely alone, suspended by your arms in the foam pit.

"I had a perfectly cromulent time, steward, but I really think it's time for me to leave now." Relief washes over you as you dredge the safe word out of the recesses of your mind. You feel the ropes on your wrists, ankles, and breasts slither and slide their way off of your body as if they had life of their own. As you rub your wrists, you begin to back away from the scaffold and the ropes now hanging lifelessly and lying motionless on the floor. Unease rises again as the hairs stand on the back of your head and a lump hardens in your throat.

As you turn to head to the side of the pit you begin to wonder how you will get out without the drones help. There are no stairs or ladder and the top is level with your head. "I'm never coming back to this place (you won't have a choice)," you think to yourself. You suddenly realize that walking has been getting more difficult since you left the scaffold. Cold sweat is freely running down the small of your back, over your butt, and down your legs as your breath comes in short gasps. A sob tries to rise to your lips but you wrestle the emotion down. "Almost there..."

"HEY!" You vocalize without meaning to. It feels like you just walked into a wall! Just out of reach of the pit's side. You feel the foam in front of you and it doesn't feel like foam at all, it feels solid, and cold. A shiver runs down your length and you feel tears pricking at your eyes. "What the fuck is going on, steward?!"

You feel the floor beneath you fall away and your scream is cut short as you plunge into the foam, flailing your arms and legs. You try to swim your way to the surface of the liquid, your subconscious warns you not to swallow any more, but it's like trying to swim in a vortex. Disoriented, you're not even sure which way the surface is now. Panic rises in you as a burning sensation overwhelms your chest. Air bubbles out of your mouth as you cough and try to suppress the overwhelming need to breathe. Finally, you can't take it anymore and the orange foam pours in your mouth, into your stomach, and into your lungs. Darkness takes you...

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Floating near the edge of the foam pit, you blink and gradually begin to take in your surroundings. Your arms seem to have a mind of their own as they trace your thighs, your butt, your stomach, your sides, and your breasts. "Fuck, so horny..." Casually squeezing your nipples, you are surprised at how tender they are and look down. The hefty, round boobs glisten slightly with orange foam and your eyes wander over the gentle curve of your hips and the rise of your fupa. "What was I thinking, seemed important..."

Looking at your naked body has never turned you on like this before (yes it has, many times) and without thinking your hand eases down between your thighs, feeling the wetness waiting for you there. You ease a finger inside as your legs slowly drift open, feeling completely relaxed and aroused. Eyes closing before beginning to slowly thrust your finger in and out, you always love how your labia clings when you first begin masturbating. Slowly drawing your hand back up across your clit, your breathing becomes deeper, and you feel yourself slipping into the trance of self-love. Your jaw slowly drops open as lewd noises escape unbidden. As your middle finger circles your clit, gradually picking up speed and pressure, you notice your pussy throbbing, more than usual. It almost feels like you're still fingering yourself, but your other hand strayed to your throat when you began playing with your sweet spot.

You often toy with the idea of being choked and taken advantage of while masturbating. None of your partners had ever broached those subjects with you in real life and you had always been too demure to bring it up. Consequently, your hands often unconsciously felt your neck, lips, and mouth in a futile attempt to fulfill that deep-set longing. Something deep in the crevices of your mind desperately wants to be used by someone you care for (here we go again...) You suck two fingers into your mouth, then add a third as you begin to really moan earnestly.

You roll onto your side while the hand rubbing your bud moves behind you to finger your slit. Instead your eyes fly open as more of the orange foam floods your mouth, you'd practically forgotten where you were! You drop your hand from your face and flail as you try to regain your balance and begin coughing and spluttering, panic rising like bile once again!

Huge globs of foam slide down your throat. Again. And again.

You gasp in lungfuls of air as you are suddenly righted. No fear now. No panic, calm as a mountain lake. Almost blank. It's as if from above yourself you see the foam creeping up the sides of your body. You see your legs parting once again and feel the texture shift in the pit with absolutely no qualms. The foam has begun to change, no longer feeling like suds in bubble bath. The size of each particle begins to grow and elongate, they start to resemble orange tentacles. Slipping and slithering around you, sliding across your stomach, wrapping themselves around your arms, your legs, your hair.

Abruptly, you stop breathing as the tendril surrounding your throat tightens. Your pussy and asshole spasm. You would giggle if you could at your complete lack of self-preserving instinct. This moment feel like an eternity... Will they kill you (this time)?

Sparks in your brain. Your limbs spasm uselessly. You feel an orgasm building as if from miles away. Spots float in your eyes.

Air floods your lungs, your vision clears, you double over and curl into a ball. Waves of pleasure roll over and through you. You've never had an orgasm like this (you can't count how many times you've cum like this.) Convulsing uncontrollably, you are vaguely aware that the slimes seem to be working together. The near death climax clears your head.

The creatures are everywhere, you feel them squirming into your vagina, your asshole, between your toes, they cover your face, toying with your mouth, in and out, stopping your ears and nose... You could never admit this, not even to yourself, but you think that this is what you are really meant for. Just a living fleshlight. You surrender to the sensations, your hands caress the assailants, your legs wide in acceptance, eager to please you lick and drool and cum again. The walls of your vagina contract against countless tentacles. You scream your pleasure to the ceiling and hear your lewd voice echo back.

Your body is completely covered in the slime these monsters secrete. It drips from your asshole and practically pours from your gaping fuck hole. Your body is buoyed up as the animals swarm under you in a wave. You can see past the edges of the pit now, but the room is a featureless, gray, liminal space. Unimportant... You eagerly lick the fluid from your hands, you pick up creature after creature and suck the moisture off their bodies. You don't care what they do to you, you don't care what they taste like, you just want more. You want them inside you, you want them to keep you and fuck you, and feed you, and breed you like a broodmare. You have lost track of how many slimes are in your mouth, your pussy, squirming deeper into your bowels. They suddenly swell and your wind is once again cut off. Lewd fluid spills down your chin and covers your breasts while it fills your stomach and pours out your nose. Your cervix swims in slime, you hope it's compatible with your womb. Another orgasm, how many is that? Your eyes roll back into your head.

You never want to leave, you think as you pass out once again.

(And you never will.)