Ravished by the Blob
By Ivaran Kealar
1.
Lycoris' Delights was the newest and most popular video rental shop in town. There were many hidden treasures waiting to be seen. The owner, Lycoris, was indeed an unusual woman. She had a pale complexion, was six feet, and rocked a 28C cup. She had long, onyx hair, she wore sunglasses all the time, and she wore a black dress.
It was a Friday night, and the store had more than one customer. But none of them were of any interest to Lycoris. No. She hoped to supply something special for a single customer. And then, as if someone had granted her a wish, a woman in a work uniform came in.
It was Rosa Ramos -- a famous architect. She was about thirty, five feet tall, with lilac eyes and pale amber brown hair. As if in a trance, she carefully approached Lycoris.
Rosa stammered, "I'm really sorry to bother you, miss, but am looking for a horror movie: something cheesy, from the nineteen eighties. Do you have anything to suggest?"
"I may have just the thing," Lycoris said, in a thick European accent. She headed into the back and soon returned with a film. She set it on the counter. "The BBFC once banned this movie for its sexual explicitness. The actress who acted in the rape scene has apparently hidden herself -- to avoid the shame of being associated with the movie."
Rosa took the case in her right hand and gave it a nice look. The film was called Ravished by the Blob -- and it showed a mildly dressed woman being raped by the Green Blob monster. "It sounds corny." She raised her eyes. "How much...?"
"... You can rent it for two pounds, if you don't mind."
"Yes! It's a steal!" Rosa searched her purse and handed the money.
Lycoris finished the transaction and said, "Enjoy the film."
Rosa nodded. She left the rental shop in a good mood.
2.
Rosa eventually returned to Apple-View Heights. She took off her shoes after entering her home and closed her door -- hermetically locking it.
Rosa entered the sitting room and put the VHS tape on the coffee table.
Her little living room had a three-seater black leather sofa, a black leather armchair, onyx wallpaper and a lush white rug. Rosa adorned the walls with many interesting artworks. The huge CRT television had three different stands.
Rosa picked up her phone and made a call to her friend. "Hey, Erin, it's me! Yep! The old man says I've done such a good job, and I could get promoted! Not tonight, I'm not! I'm watching a dodgy B-movie I rented called Ravished by the Blob -- apparently, it's this erotic horror, while this blob monster goes after nubile women. I found it at Lycoris' Delights -- it's based in the town centre! I will. Take care, Erin! Speak soon!"
Rosa put her phone back. Her stomach growled.
"I better get tea on the go," said Rosa.
Rosa headed towards her kitchen.
3.
That night, Rosa had her living room curtains drawn, and she wore her blue pyjamas on the couch. She had put the VHS in the player and was ready to watch the film.
The movie greeted Rosa with 80s horror movie synthesizer music. The opening credits seemed incredibly old, and there were names Rosa didn't recognize.
After the opening credits, a young woman wearing a cheerleader uniform appeared. The blonde, blue-eyed cheerleader was inside a deserted house. She had a flashlight with her, and she headed upstairs. As she was heading upward, the old steps were creaking under her sneakers. The cheerleader searched the wide hall and entered the bathroom. It appalled the cheerleader that they did not clean it in years. The green slime that dripped in the tub disgusted her. She touched the handle, but the green sludge didn't stop dripping.
Suddenly, much of the green slime spilled out of the facet at an alarming speed. The cheerleader backed away. The entire bathtub was soon full of the green slime from the bathtub faucet. It was bubbling and gurgling, and it was shining like sticks from a rave.
Then a tentacle with a bulbous lime-green eye came up from the slime. It locked eyes with the cheerleader -- swaying hypnotically -- and there was a close-up of the eye.
Rosa's eyelids felt heavy. She almost looked like she was falling asleep. Her living room was going around in circles, like she was high, and suddenly she was feeling warm. Her nostrils flared as her breathing slowed down. She watched the screen attentively.
The slime mesmerized the cheerleader girl. She untied her shoelaces, took off her shoes and socks -- uncovering her beautiful bare feet. She took off her top, as well as her black bra -- exposing her milky white breasts. She removed her skirt and her black panties. It didn't take long for her to be completely naked. She got in the bathtub and lay down. She massaged her breasts roughly, meowing as she did. She watched the slimy eye.
Rosa's right hand entered her pyjama bottoms. Her first two fingers began rubbing her clitoris. She licked her upper lip. She had moaned delicately. Her breathing had shifted. The world still swam around. She thought of herself in that movie.
After massaging her breasts, the cheerleader's right hand went into her crotch area, rubbing her clitoris slowly. She used the first two digits of her left hand and played rough with her right nipple. She soon shoved two fingers into her pussy and shut her eyes. Her legs lazily moved back and forth, in a scissoring motion, and she chanted.
Rosa opened her mouth. She moaned and groaned hungrily at the rape scene. Her fingers were rubbing her clitoris up and down. She was soaking wet in a heartbeat, and her two fingers went into her wet pussy. Her other hand was busy playing with one of her nipples -- alternating between pinching it and massaging.
The cheerleader reached orgasm and released a whiny, but cheerful scream from her lungs. After she reached orgasm, she awakened from her trance and cried out. She thrashed about in the slime, and she wailed. Her screams suddenly turned into her erotic moans -- as if she were being raped by the slime. The slime forced her to lie down. Her cries were a mixture of fear and forced arousal. She could feel the sticky slime latch onto her hard.
The cheerleader grabbed the handles of the bath and her head thrashed about. She wailed. She gargled when some of the slime entered her mouth and down her throat. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She felt the living slime enter both ears and venture deep into the canals. She cried out in ecstasy repeatedly. The cheerleader had not one, not two, but six back-to-back orgasms... And she lost consciousness. She lay in the tub with her hands still holding the handles. The slime then freed her. The girl had a paralysed smile on her face.
Rosa whimpered softly. Her body shuddered, and she creamed in her pyjamas. Her face was the picture of pure bliss. She couldn't stop panting. She moaned loudly.
Yet, as she was coming out of her trance, she took her hand off her pyjama pants.
Her sticky juice covered two of her fingers, and she looked appalled. She quickly knew she had masturbated at the rape scene. She stopped the film with her left hand and rose off her sofa. She left her living room.
4.
Rosa confined herself to the bathroom. She felt so sick and disgusted by her own self. She wasn't the type to masturbate to a rape scene in an old-fashioned, shady horror movie. Yet she had no recollection of having done it. She'd blacked out when the rape scene started.
Rosa washed her hands in the sink and gave them a nice wipe.
Rosa's bathroom was quite spacious; the toilet had a fuzzy black toilet seat cover; the walls and floor had tiles, and she had a special shower carpet here.
Rosa turned on the hot and cold taps for her facet to fill her tub. She shoved the black plug in the plughole. She put in the green bubble bathtub solution and put the bottle away.
Next, she took off her flannel pyjama trousers and removed her flannel pyjama shirt.
Rosa placed her pyjamas in the corner, removed her black bra and carefully slid out of her black silk panties. She stood here naked.
Rosa checked the temperature of the water and turned the taps off.
With care, Rosa climbed into the soothing warm water and sat in the bathtub.
