Lucy was enormous. She was nearly eight feet tall, with the voluptuous proportions of a Greek Goddess to back it up. She had long, straight blonde hair and large green eyes, with the kind of angel's face that didn't seem altogether human. She wasn't.
Her breasts were round and full, each tit bigger than his head, probably bigger. The sharp, turgid points of her teats poked out from her tight latex catsuit, and suddenly James felt his cock harden and swell before conscious thought entered his mind. Her legs were impossibly long, ending in two high-heeled pumps that made her seem even taller. She looked like the true epitome of the female sex, with the kind of curves that could bring any man to his knees just by looking at them. James certainly felt that way, but he was frozen in place, too scared or astonished to move as she stepped inside his hotel room and locked the door behind her.
James was instructed to wait naked, on the bed, curled up in a fetal position. This was his first time with a dominatrix, and he knew there were a lot of surprises in store for him. What he didn't know, however, was that she was a space alien from a planet that specialized in the milking of captured male specimens.
Lucy opened an airtight metal canister. From it she produced a pink-colored slime putty which stuck to her fingers in a way that was nearly autonomous, as if it had a brain of its own.
"What--what is that? What are you doing?" James said, struggling to turn his head sideways from his prone position.
She only giggled as she pulled out more of the slime; a lot was packed in there. Between her hands she held up a wide, thin blanket of the stuff, the slime rippling and contorting with a lascivious sentience that was eager for its next meal. Her latex gloves masked her scent; without them, the slime would have attacked her. Instead, it hungrily stretched towards James's exposed back.
She threw the blanket of slime over James. He gasped, tensing up as it draped over his neck and shoulders. Then she rolled off of him, eager to watch the unfolding spectacle from a safe distance. This was always her favorite part of the job. She licked her lips and waited.
The blanket of slime began to spread all across James's backside until it had nearly covered the entirety of the mattress, thick tendrils firmly attached to each corner of the bedpost like the corner weights of a large net. It had effectively flattened him against the bed, and Lucy couldn't help but smirk as James began to uselessly buck and thrash his weight in a futile attempt at escape. It was no use; the net was too strong. He let out a moan of exhaustion.
A thick node of pink slime coagulated near his buttocks until a small tentacle formed. Curiously, it circled the rim of his butthole as if searching for a way in. James let out a whimperish gasp as it slipped inside of him; he could feel it pulsing and throbbing in him, massaging him with an inhuman dexterity that made his legs go numb. It soon found the little walnut-shaped gland that was his prostate, coiled around it, and began to vibrate.
"Oohhhhhhh!" James mewled involuntarily, and Lucy grinned. The slime was starting to have its effect on him.
James's fingers gripped the bedsheets until his knuckles turned white. He lolled his head, both out of a pathetic sense of rebellion as it was from inconceivable pleasure. Lucy watched as his backside writhed in the little space he had, trying to force out the clever intruder that was designed to find his deepest pleasure centers and break him--physically, emotionally, sexually.
If he didn't escape now, he never would. James let out a roar of exertion as he began to climb onto his knees. Against the luxuriantly soft mattress, he might as well have been swimming against quicksand. Still he managed to work himself onto his knees, buttressing his backside against the slime net. Lucy was impressed; she didn't know James had it in him, but that was as far as he could go.
James was stuck in a more humiliating position than before. His butt stuck up in the air, his balls dangling loosely between his thighs. His head and arms were still pinned down. "Urrghhh!" he screamed. The slime net became only tighter, immobilizing him with an almost sadistic strength as the net redoubled its efforts and pushed his face into the mattress.
"Enjoying the view, slave boy?" Lucy said, stepping in front of him and pushing her chest out. Beads of sweat rolled down James's brow. His face was masked in a hot blush of exhaustion and arousal.
"Fuck--" he panted. "Fuck y--nnnnnhhh!"
James shuddered violently, his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as the tentacle pump-fucked him so rapidly that it became a blur. A long, syrupy string of precum drooled out of the tip of his cock, which swung beneath him like a large pendulum.
"Still think you're so tough, huh?" Lucy said. "Well, let me change your mind."
Lucy circled around the mattress, not failing to notice James cast a wild, panicked glance at her that she pretended to ignore. He wasn't going to beg... not yet, not until he had been reduced to the hot, whimpering mess she needed him to be. She pulled out another canister of pink slime from her duffel bag and unscrewed the cap.
James was so busy concentrating on the strange, explosively pleasurable sensations that were squeezing and milking his little prostate that he hadn't noticed the gloved hand reaching under him, a thick slab of pink slime on its palm. Before he could react, Lucy had stuck it against his cock and balls, and the pink slime awakened.
