A Slimy Friend

Jenna felt dazed. Her vision was clouded and her head ached; her blood was sluggish in her veins and she couldn't feel her arms or legs. Cool air blew across her face for a second and then disappeared, coming back a few moments later. She realized she must be sitting in front of a fan, and the only fan she could remember in Hadden's house was the creaky gray one in his bedroom.

His bedroom… Jenna frowned slightly, but she couldn't muster the will to move her limbs. Bed springs were poking her in the back. Her mouth was dry. She opened her eyes but could only see the dirty white ceiling. Moving her tongue around her mouth, she felt her lips tingle. She was slowly regaining control of herself. The fan passed over her a few more times before she could purse her lips, but soon enough she could twitch all the muscles in her face. That was it, though. Below her neck the nerves just wouldn't respond.

Talking in the distance made her glance around the room. The voices got louder and closer: it was Hadden and someone else, a man that Jenna didn't recognize. She scowled. What was she even doing in Hadden's room? She had come over to pick up some books. She didn't even really know Hadden. He was a friend of a friend, that was all. Now he was coming into the room, grunting under his breath. Jenna could hear the other man along with him.

"God this is a son of a bitch," the other man muttered. "Can we just put it down here?" he asked. He didn't sound like he even noticed Jenna. She struggled to look up but couldn't lift her head. Everything just felt so heavy.

"Yeah, here's fine," Hadden said.

Something dropped to the floor and practically shook the room. What was going on? Jenna could feel the coarse sheets Hadden had on his bed, which she couldn't understand. She had been wearing long jeans and a turtleneck. Now, though, it felt like she was naked. She curled her toes and tried hard to feel her clothes, but the only texture on her skin was from the sheets. Hadden had undressed her -- but why?

"That's six hundred," the other man said.

Papers were shuffled and footsteps led out of the room. Jenna moaned softly. The sheets were suddenly yanked off her, and the fan hit all of her exposed flesh. She couldn't even shiver from the cold because of the drugs. Hadden walked up to the front of the bed, several pillows stuffed under his arm. What is he doing? Jenna wondered, watching in amazement as the near-stranger slid his free arm under her shoulders. He pulled her up and stuffed the pillows behind her, using them to prop her up.

In this new position Jenna was able to survey her surroundings -- for a brief moment. Hadden climbed onto the bed and blocked her view for a moment. He had several pieces of rope in his hands. The longest he fixed around her wrist, then tied to the bedpost, draped across the headboard, and used to fix her other wrist to the other bedpost.

Jenna blinked in confusion as he used the other two pieces of rope to tie her ankles widespread, exposing her soft mound to the world. The skin was bare. Someone had shaved off her brown hair during the night, and her legs, though she could still feel her braid on the back of her head.

With this task done, Hadden climbed off the bed. Jenna could look around once more.

The room was dingy and dust-covered, with clothes laying all over the floor and the furniture. There was an open doorway in the left corner, and a bookcase along the left wall. On the right wall there were stacks and stacks of cardboard boxes, and in front of Jenna was a long chest of drawers extending from wall to wall. It rose high enough that it blocked out half the light from the windows: not that it mattered; the glass was so dirty you couldn't see out it anyway.

But just in front of the bed was a glass terrarium. It was five feet long, four feet high, and three feet deep. Jenna couldn't imagine how Hadden and the other man were able to carry it into the house. Inside, laying on a few inches of wet sand, was something dark purple and squirming.

Hadden walked to the dresser and began fiddling with a video camera. Jenna's heart pounded faster with each passing second. The thing in the glass box was huge, and made of long, thick tentacles that wiggled maliciously. Frantically, Jenna tried to think of what the creature might be. She recalled vaguely their mutual friend mentioning that Hadden worked for the government. Some top-secret division of NASA. At that thought her brown eyes widened. What was that thing? Was it an alien? And what the hell was Hadden doing with it?

The camera was finally fixed on top of the dresser, aimed at Jenna. Hadden pressed a button and a red light turned on. Jenna blushed instinctively. The camera could see all of her: her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her…

Now Hadden was kneeling in front of the glass tank. His long arms dipped into the terrarium. Jenna noted for the first time that he was completely covered: wearing a lab coat, long rubber gloves, goggles and a hood, like he was dealing with some dangerous and flammable substance.

"Oh shit this thing is a son of a bitch," he grunted, lifting the purple-black thing into the air. It drooped down on either side of his arms, its many tentacles brushing the dirty floor. They explored the carpet as Hadden struggled to step forward. He was cradling the head of the thing to his chest. It was bulbous and shiny. The skin of the creature gleamed. Hadden dropped it to the bed and let out a deep breath, rubbing the back of his neck. "Son of a bitch," he said again.

Then, panting, he left the room.

Jenna stared at the alien draped across the mattress in front of her. It seemed to have just six tentacles, now that she had a better look at it. The head was heavy and didn't move like the limbs did. There was a circular hole around which all the legs were affixed, and the hole widened and tightened as the creature sucked in air. Jenna could do nothing.

One curious tentacle was touching her leg. The source of warmth was intriguing. Jenna didn't feel warm herself, though. The fan was making her cold, and the cold was making her nipples unwillingly hard. The tentacle curled against her leg was slimy and chilly. It wiggled slightly and started moving up her leg. She cringed inside but there was nothing she could do.

The alien had always been cold. Its home world had been cold for thousands of years, ever since a volcano erupted and filtered the light from the distant sun. It remembered, vaguely, the coldness of space, though it did not know how it arrived galaxies away on Earth. And at NASA, the scientists had always taken care to wear gloves, so the creature had never felt human warmth before.

It liked it.

The first tentacle wrapped around Jenna's left knee. The second around her right knee. She whimpered softly, terrified. The movement in her legs was negligible, and the creature clamped down her starts anyway.

Its longest tentacle was crawling up the bed like an inchworm. Jenna held her breath, but it bypassed her center, and she sighed in relief. It kept inching up and left a trail of cold slime on her stomach and the valley between her breasts. She shuddered again as the rounded tip of the tentacle found her collarbone. It paused, wiggled, and then pulled back. Her eyes couldn't follow its movements but she felt the tentacle wrap around her neck. It pushed her skull back against the headboard with the gentle firmness of a determined lover.

The creature had pegged Jenna as prey. Warm and weak prey. Her struggles were nothing to the alien, who had to fight for survival on its home world. And true, it was hungry. But the warmth was more inviting than the thought of a full stomach. Two more tentacles began to explore Jenna's body in search of more warmth.

They found her breasts and whipped around the mounds of flesh in tight spirals, the rounded heads resting on her pert nipples. She was sobbing softly to herself, tears leaking slowly from the corners of her eyes. The video camera hummed steadily in the background.

Hadden suddenly reentered the room. He was carrying a needle filled with an amber liquid in one hand and one filled with pink liquid in the other. The amber vial was unloaded into Jenna's arm, and the pink one went directly into the head of the alien. Adjusting the camera slightly, he left.

Jenna's blood didn't seem quite so sluggish anymore. It sped with eagerness to the space between her legs, heating her cunt up until it fairly radiated. The pink liquid coursed through the alien as well. It was from another specimen of the species: mating hormones. Without a female around, though, the alien was merely filled with restless energy.

The last tentacle flailed in the creature's frustration. It beat angrily against the bed, dripping slime. The sheen of wetness the alien had touted before grew thicker with the injection of the hormones. Clumps of it flew off the long muscle and slapped Jenna in the face. She tried to flex her cheeks to get it to slide off, but it only dripped down into her mouth. It tasted bitter and salty.

The tentacle happened to slap the inside of Jenna's thigh one of its rages. It stilled, at last feeling the waves of heat coming off Jenna's cunt. Jenna herself could feel the effects too. She was sweating now, and the tips of the tentacles wrapped around her breasts were kneading her nipples. She bit down on her lip, startled at how good the strong grip of the creature suddenly felt. She watched as the final tentacle idly caressed her thigh, and she whimpered again. It was so close to her center! The wait was agonizing. She didn't know if the alien would ever get there.

The creature was taking its sweet time. It had not dealt with prey in heat before, and its primitive brain was hard pressed to come up with a thought. It was enjoying the soft, supple breasts on the woman, and her writhing had increased, making her seem more like food. But the heat had increased as well, and the alien wanted more heat.

Its final tentacle found the crease between Jenna's leg and her pelvis. She made frantic noises as the thick, rounded, firm tip of the tentacle rubbed that crease. The tentacle was oozing slime now. The muscles inside it were stiffening in an attempt to stretch if further. The thick tip slid along the shaved side of Jenna's cunt.

The heat was enticing, and the creature moved the tentacle faster, harder. The slime made it hard to stay in one place though. The tip slid to the side, finding the break in the woman's skin. It wiggled slightly, pushing apart Jenna's fleshy lips. She was letting out soft moans now, and the camera watched silently as her eyes closed. As the tentacle struggled to open Jenna, it left its sludge all over her hairless cunt. There was, at last, enough of the slime to ease its passage into Jenna.

The hard tip of the tentacle pushed forward, frenziedly seeking the heat generated by its prey. It shoved inch by inch into Jenna until she couldn't take it anymore and let out a quiet scream. The creature froze again, completely shocked by the pressure with which its prey had just grabbed its sixth tentacle. The pressure faded after ten seconds or so, allowing the tentacle to spiral around until Jenna's cunt locked up again. The unexpected struggling infuriated the creature.

Its sixth tentacle twisted, jerking Jenna's hips up and down. The tentacles around her breasts worked harder in pure frustration. Jenna's head would have sagged forward if the tentacle there hadn't held it up. To her relief the creature did not try to strangle her: the purple muscle coiled around her throat stayed immobile and leaked out more slime. The clear jelly dripped down Jenna's skin, nearly coating her torso in ooze.

The sixth tentacle folded against itself to make more room for the rest of the appendage. Like a snake, the alien piled more and more of its flesh into Jenna, until its head had dragged along the sheet so it touched either of the woman's legs.

The fervent efforts of the creature sent Jenna into a delirious state. After the first half hour she had no idea what was going on. Her alien attacker seemed to have boundless energy with which to fuck her helpless body. Once, Hadden came back in to administer more of the muscle paralyzer, so Jenna couldn't fight against the ropes holding her down.

After an hour or so had passed, though, Jenna's body began to ache. The brutal attentions of the creature were beginning to take its tool on her. The alien was merciless in its lust. The hormones injected into it did not wear off for several more hours. Without the slime it secreted, Jenna would have been ruined. But the ooze actually had a healing effect, keeping her intact.

At last the creature withdrew from Jenna's body. Its tentacles slowly dropped off her body and its mouth contracted furiously, drawing in air to replenish its lungs. The tape inside the camera clicked to an end and the device shut off automatically. Almost on cue, Hadden and the other man entered the room.

Together they pulled the exhausted creature off the bed and dropped it into the terrarium. Hadden found the lid of the box and lifted it slightly, the other man grabbed the opposite side and through their joint effort they locked it firmly into place on top of the glass prism.

One of the creature's tentacles moved feebly, tapping the side of the glass. Its prey was gone. Its source of heat was gone. It was in the coldness again, the difference this time being that the alien knew what it was missing.

Perhaps the primordial heart of the creature would have been lifted, had it known of Hadden's plans. The dedicated NASA scientist was already planning on having another girl visit his house. He wasn't about to neglect his pet project.