Slime Tank

Jill slowly opened her eyes, waking groggily. As she slowly woke up, she realized that she was not home in bed. She got to her hands and knees, realizing she was on a hard, tile floor. Looking around fearfully, she knew she wasn't home, but she had no idea how she had gotten here, wherever "here" was. The last thing the pretty, young waitress remembered was leaving the bar she worked at after it had closed for the night, or morning, depending on how you looked at it. She only lived a few blocks away, so she walked home, pepper spray in one hand and a small knife in the other. She patted her pockets and found they were empty. In addition, all of her jewelry was gone, and so was her purse. As she stood up, she thought she must have been mugged, but if so, how did she get here?

Jill looked around and saw she was in what looked like a large shower room, about 10 feet by 10 feet. The tile floor had several shower drains in it. She looked up and saw a high ceiling with bright lights and several what looked like fire sprinklers. Turning around, she noticed a door in one of the tiled walls. She rushed over to it but found it was flush with the wall with no handle to pull or turn. Trying not to panic but finding that hard now that she realized that she hadn't just been mugged, she'd been kidnapped, she looked around some more, trying to figure a way out. In the center of the wall that the door was in, she saw what looked like a vacuum cleaner tube with a narrow nozzle at the end. It stuck out of a hole about four feet above the floor and hung down to barely touch the floor. She discovered the other three walls all resembled each other. They each had three pipes that stuck out only a couple of inches. The hole of each pipe had a diameter of about three inches. The pipes were in the center of the wall, lined up vertically, with one about one foot above the floor, the next about three feet, and the third at about five feet.

What Jill couldn't see were the multiple cameras inserted in the walls and ceiling, filming every inch of the room from every angle. Nor could she see the four speakers, one in each corner of the ceiling.

As Jill walked around the room looking to see if she missed anything, she stopped in front of the pipes in one of the walls again. Without warning, a quick squirt of something came out of the second one, hitting her in her belly. It wasn't painful, just slimy. She tried to brush the slime off of her blouse without much luck. She just got it on her hands. The slime felt like KY jelly but didn't look like it. After a moment, Jill noticed a weird tingle to her hands, and her stomach, where the slime had touched her skin. It wasn't painful, in fact, it felt kind of nice. Before she could ponder it further, she was hit in the back of the head by another squirt from the opposite wall. She tried to brush this off as well, but it just stuck to her hair and dripped down her neck, inside her shirt, and down her back. She felt more of the tingle where it touched, kind of like warm massage oil. Jill didn't consciously realize it, but she was also starting to feel a bit aroused. She didn't know that the slime was a topical aphrodisiac.

While she tried to get away from the pipes, she couldn't move fast enough to avoid getting hit with another couple of squirts. Now her arms and hands were covered, as were her back and front. She could feel the slime sliding down her collar, between her cleavage into her bra as well as leaking down into her pants and underwear. Jill couldn't help enjoying how it made her breasts and nipples throb as well as her pussy and ass. Though she knew something had to be wrong with this, she wanted more. She went to stand in front of the pipes in one of the walls again, hoping for more slime, but nothing happened. As she stood there, waiting, she couldn't help slipping a hand down the front of her pants into her underwear to finger herself while she squeezed her breasts and pinched her tits with her other hand. She played with herself for several more minutes, rubbing the slime into her skin more, waiting for another squirt, but none came. She looked around to see if there was any sort of sign of where another squirt might come from. What she did notice was that the vacuum cleaner tube by the door appeared to be leaking slime onto the floor. She quickly discovered that the slime made the floor slippery so she carefully made her way over to the tube.

At the tube, she lifted it up and had an epiphany. Feeling incredibly naughty, she looked around as if to make sure no one could see what she was doing. Had she been able to truly think straight, she would have realized that was ridiculous, but now all she could think about was making herself feel good. She unsnapped and unzipped her jeans and then pushed the nozzle down into the front of her panties. The next thing she knew, the nozzle started spurting slime out, filling up her underwear. Jane moaned with pleasure as she felt the slime pushing against and into her cunt, making her clit feel amazing. She turned around and stuck the tube down between her butt cheeks, enjoying the feel of the slime on her ass and in her asshole. She kept shifting back and forth, filling her pants and underwear up with the wonderful slime until it was sliding down her legs and out at the bottom of her jeans as well as pushing up out over her beltline. When that happened, she pulled the tube out and stuck the nozzle down her collar, inserting it between her cleavage. As more filled her shirt, rubbing against her breasts and nipples, Jill sighed with more pleasure, becoming more and more horny.

Unbeknownst to her, while she was playing with this tube, the three lowest pipes were slowly pumping more slime into the room, filling it up like a bathtub until the room was three inches deep in slime. Jane took one step backward and slipped, yanking the vacuum tube out of her shirt and landing on her soft ass with a hard splat. At first, her rear hurt something awful, but slowly that pain changed to pleasure as she felt the slime push into the crack of her butt and the slit of her cunt. This was more than she could take, she had to feel more. She ripped her shirt off, then pulled her shoes and socks off and removed her pants, too. After that, she wasted no time removing her bra and panties so that she now would have nothing between her bare skin and the slime. Jane lay down on her stomach, pushing her breasts deep into the pool of slime. She proceeded to roll around in the slime, fingering her cunt to push the slime as deep into her as she could. She discovered that the slime even made her lips tingle. It also tasted pretty good, rather sweet. Swallowing it was like gulping down semen. The feeling of the slime on her clit was amazing. She merely had to run a finger over her now extremely sensitive nipples to cause her to orgasm. Strangely, somehow having the slime in her holes felt like she was being fucked. For what seemed like hours, she played with her body in the slime, coming over and over and over again.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and collapsed, too exhausted to move. While he had enjoyed watching the show, this was the moment her kidnapper had been waiting for. He hit the button to turn on the fire sprinklers. A liquid fell from the ceiling to the floor, but it wasn't mere water. This liquid caused the slime on the floors and walls to lose its cohesiveness and become diluted, allowing it to go down the drains, and clearing the room. However, wherever this fluid came into contact with slime that was on Jill's skin, it caused the slime to now soak into Jill's skin. The chemical combination of the fluid with the slime caused it to turn from an aphrodisiac into a mind-control drug.

The man hit another button, turning on the speakers and sending a mesmerizing audio message into the room. Thanks to the slime, Jill's erogenous zones were now permanently three times as sensitive, and she would also be constantly aroused for the rest of her life. She was also now sterile. No worries about accidentally getting her pregnant. That plus the hypnotic effect of the audio message via the fluid/slime combo had made her into the perfect sex slave. The man had quite a profitable business, posting videos on a website of women masturbating in his slime room and then selling these sexy, now brainwashed, women to the highest bidders. He headed out of his control room to collect Jill and lead her to her new life. Once he tried her out himself, of course.