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The Equinox
  • Author - Marlocke  
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  • Story Codes - Other-f, non-consensual, armbinder, bondage, sci-fi, toys
  • Post Date - 8/9/2018
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Author's Note: In an outpost in the Antarctic, a woman find herself alone, tending to the base. The antarctic winter looms over. Light is dwindling.

This is the first story that I've written, so some parts may be slightly wonky in one way or another.

All comments and questions are welcome and encouraged.

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Part 1

So this is what it feels like, Helen. She thought to herself as she stared into the storm outside the base. It was complete whiteout, and had been now for a couple of days, and she had been alone since just before it began. Howard had broken his arm badly, and had been transported out to McMurdo for treatment, Rachel had flown him out, and that left her to stay and maintain the base. She didn't know how they fared, as she hadn't been able to reach anyone on the radio since the storm began. Thankfully she had always been the stay in and read a book type, as the weather did not allow for any travel, and the weather was not showing any signs of letting up. Winter was creeping closer, and if the storm kept up, she might have to stay, and wait for spring.

"Not a good thought" she said to herself as she turned from the window and began making her way into the biology lab. She put the empty cup of coffee on one of the desks, grabbed a coat and her tablet, and began her routine checkup on their little subjects.

The group had been sent to catalogue and gather biological samples from a newly discovered underground lake in Antarctica. Since the success of Vostok expedition, more funding was being put into the exploration of these lakes. Several new strains of bacteria had already been discovered, and they - well, only her now she thought again -, were growing cultures of the samples they had recovered from their little subglacial puddle.

She noticed that she was beginning to drag her legs a bit in this part of the job. What she was doing wasn't complex or innovative in any way, she was supposed to keep everything stable while the rest of the team made their way back. "The scientific equivalent of babysitting" as Howard had said, smiling through gritted teeth, just before they flew off. Although she knew a bit about biology, her main fields were geophysics and engineering. She mainly took care of the drill equipment and the maps, but with the rest of them gone, she would have to delay some of the projects she had lined up, in lieu of general maintenance. The cultures they were growing had already been started, and could not be delayed, so most of her time went into looking after them. Dish by dish she went through them, and noted down any changes in the dish and took pictures. Some of them had grown a bit since she had taken over, but she noticed one of them didn't. It was some kind of black or purple tinted spot in the middle of a petri dish, that hadn't seemed to grow an iota. It just stayed there.

"Strange" she said to herself, but it was soon out of her mind, as she moved onto other duties. She had begun skipping some of them, as most of them didn't need much tending. The generator sorted itself out mostly, and the other experiments were not literally growing, just the cataloguing of rocks and meteorites that to send back to Boston. This gave her quite a lot of time to work with, and she was getting more and more bored by the day, well, if you could call it day. There was barely any night. The day just meandered between daylight and twilight. But that would change soon enough. The spring equinox was here, and actual night would arrive. Then 6 months of darkness would follow.

She eventually turned in. It was light out still, as this would be a very short night. Every day would however add about an hour to the rapidly encroaching darkness.

She awoke as something disturbed her. A crashing sound, close by. She didn't quite hear where it was coming from. Noticing how dark it was around her she realized that it must be the middle of the night. The wind was howling outside, so whatever she heard must have been pretty loud.

She grabbed a sweater, and got herself out into the dimly lit hallway with a flashlight in hand. Probably a window or something she thought to herself, as she proceeded down the hall, inspecting the windows around her.

No wind though, she realized, as she explored further. Something else must have made that sound. She saw the door to the biolab further along the hallway. Oh, shit, the experiments! They can't take the cold. If a window broke in there they'd lose all their progress so far. She ran in.


The Biolab

Nothing stirred within the lab. It was empty and dark. As she ran in, and checked the windows finding none of them broken but she could see broken pieces of glass littering the floor. It wasn't the windows that had made the sound. Something else had broken. She looked down, and saw a broken petri dish on the ground. Shit, what, how? what had moved it? She looked around with the flashlight. Something moved on the ground. She took a step back. She saw something, black against black, she lit it up with the flashlight. It seemed like small puddle of oil, "Is something leaking?" she asked herself, as she moved closer.

To her surprise, the puddle moved as well. It reached towards her and touched her finger.

She yelped, and yanked her hand back, but her hand seemed stuck to the puddle, that now started to crawl up her hand. To her horror it stuck firmly to her arm, as she tried to dislodge the creeping goo. As her other hand touched it, she realized her mistake, as it stuck to her like glue, trapping both her hands in front of her.

She was frantic at this point, trying to pull herself off the floor, while the black shape kept covering more and more of her, extending up to her shoulders and spreading out towards her throat and torso, "Shitshitshitshitmmmmhhpp" she screamed as the thick liquid spread into her mouth and filled it, blocking any sound coming from her. She pulled and tore at the form holding her captive, but it did not budge. She couldn't apply any force that would mount to anything in the position she was in. She was utterly defenseless. As it spread down her body it crept closer to the more sensitive areas, The liquid began flowing slower, its whole movement began to slow down and soften. The sensation of the liquid transformed from aggressive advance to a softer, slower, perhaps careful exploration. It was more akin to a caress by now, as it covered up her pussy, and flowing further down her legs. She felt panic rise within her as the liquid covered her legs and merged them, trapping them in single sleeve, fastening her to the floor with her hands supporting her as she knelt.

What the hell is it doing? is it going to eat me? what is it.... oh, no, she thought as she began feeling something moving within her as the strange thing began to fill her slowly, slipping in with little resistance, forming thick, hard phalluses, that filled her completely. Once formed, they began to shift and move, slowly and deliberately within in her, in circular motions. As she began squirming due to their assault, they changed their movements, exploring and testing.

The formerly frantic movements began to change, as the thing that bound her would not release her however much she struggled. She began to moan as the assault continued, but the more sound she made, the more the appendage in her mouth grew, muffling her cries

Is this it?

She thought as she sat kneeling, stuck to the floor, the thing caressing and fondling her, fucking her slowly and without mercy.

Fucked to death by a puddle?

Her mind was becoming muddled with arousal as she approached her climax, at an astoundingly slow rate. Twisting and pulling at the liquid holding her fast, she moved in aggressive rhythm with the strange puddle covering her, trying her best to fuck herself harder with every movement. Her muscles aching, she could feel the oncoming orgasm closing ever so much, she felt the intruders retreat, growing smaller. Twisting her body, incredibly frustrated by the sudden lack of action by the strange creature

Just a bit more, you bastard, she thought as the creature retreated, as she thrust her hips in frustration.

The substance crawled off her body, retreating into a fist sized blob, freeing her sweaty and flushed body, that was in no way ready for the creature to stop it's attack just yet. Blushing heavily at her thought that she wanted the assault to continue, she sat up and tried to make sense of the situation, as the blob sat there on the floor, motionless.

How much time had passed?, she thought. The storm still loomed outside, but light had returned to it, so the short night was over. She could see on the clock in the room that it was 1:40 am right now, and she had woken up in the dark, which meant she'd been here for at least an hour. She looked worryingly at the blob beside her.

Why did that thing attack her? Why did it stop? Did it need to rest? She backed away from it, so it couldn't grab her again, though for a moment, she thought about reaching out to it, for it to finish the job. As she crept away, she felt a sharp pain in her hand. "Oww!". She had leaned on a glass shard. She got up, realizing she was quite naked, as the thing had shred her clothes as it had taken her, she carefully made her way towards the aid station in the lab, and patched up her hand. She donned a lab coat, to get slightly warmer, and then cleared up the glass. She kept an eye on the unmoving blob, eyeing it suspiciously, while reaching for a Hazmat suit.

She came at it armed this time, with a thick metal and glass container, designed for keeping pressurized samples stable, and with a pair of tongs, she placed the blob in the container, and sealing it shut. She visibly relaxed. Her extreme arousal was dropping off, and through the haze of arousal several questions started swimming around her head.

What was that thing? Was it alive? An alien? Was it infectious? The worry hit her hard. What if it was? She imagined herself getting sick here alone in the base, with her friends coming back to a horrible infection. Her breath grew a bit more frantic again. She had to check if she was ok, and what that thing was.

She spent the rest of the day devising and doing tests to herself to make sure she was safe. She didn't know too much about this field of science, but she figured that if she were to compare the samples to the ones on record, she'd notice a difference. She felt no different at least. She still felt a little flushed after the ordeal, her nipples still stiff, and her body still quite sensitive.

It was a strange kind of mixture of feelings. A bit tired and anxious, but terribly aroused and focused at the same time.

While the tests were churning along*, she took a look at the blob in the container. It had not moved, and seemed quite docile. It had a glossy, smooth texture, quite uniform over the entire thing. She remembered something like this among the samples, a small purple and black spot. It didn't look like a bacteria now though. It was something thoroughly different.

She left the container on one of the tables in the biolab and went to the radio room, trying once more to call out, but only static greeted her. She wasn't sure how to study the thing, but she was however certain that nothing like this had ever been documented, and knowing it would have to be studied. She however did not have the skillset to do so. She could take some preliminary notes however. As she thought about this, she went along to do the rest of her duties. On her way past the lab, she had an inkling of a worry, and took a key, locking the bio lab. Feeling slightly safer, she went on to work, sampling and keeping the base running. She was quite tired after a day of thinking and testing. As she sunk into bed, she decided to look into where exactly those samples were taken, if that could reveal where this little blob came from, but it would have to wait until tomorrow, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

Outside, the light faded, as the container stirred in the biolab.


The Night

It awoke. It was stuck in some kind of glass thing, but now it was bigger. Stronger. Smarter. It prodded the glass on one side, then the other, but there was not much give in the container. It strained and fought the glass, but it would not budge. It tried the metal, but it could not eat through it, not quickly, at least. It stopped for a moment, and then began to expand, to fill up the entire container, and then getting smaller, straining to compress itself, making it self as small as it possibly can. The now underpressure-ized tube strained against the pressure caused by the vacuum inside the tube, and a small crack began to form on the pressurized glass. It wasn't large, but it was enough. The blob started to leak out of the container, and onto the floor, and out from under the door of the biolab.



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She dreamt.

She was alone. The helicopter never came back. And all the airships were leaving. The radio spoke to her, and told her that everyone had to go away, because all the rainbows were gone, and wouldn't be back until much later. She would have to stay, and all the colors would be gone for a long time. The radio then started arguing with itself, so it was useless trying to talk to it. She was sad and felt really alone, so she went to curl up in her old University bunkhouse, and wrapped a blanket around her. A really strange slick blanket. It kind of stuck to her as she wrapped it around, but it felt nice. Kind of like a hug. When she tried to push it off her, she found out she was stuck under it. She pushed a bit more, when she realized she was helpless, but the blanket held her firmly. The blanket ruled now. It was the blanket king. All hail the blanket king!

Weird dream, she thought to herself as dream logic faded, and reality took over. She was in her bunk, starring half-awake at the ceiling, but something was still off. There was a subtle pressure all over her body. She reached for her night light, turned it on, and realized that her hand was covered by a familiar glistening material, black and purple tinted, reflecting the dim light in her room slightly. Her eyes shot wide open. She was being covered from head to toe by that strange blob, that at this point had yet to finish the job, but was quickly covering her ample breasts with a thin and firm layer of itself, forming a skintight, slightly malleable layer, that seemed to move on its own. As it covered her, it contracted around her, amplifying and exaggerating her already significant curves and assets.

This was however lost on Helen, as she scrambled out of bed, trying in vain to prevent it from gaining purchase on the rest of her body, which now included only her head. As she tried to take hold of the thing crawling up her body, it merged her already covered hands with the liquid material flowing up her body, pulling them towards her body, crossing them and trapping them against it. She mewled in protest, as the material flowed over her mouth. Her protests were quickly muffled out, and as it covered the rest of her face, her world went black.

Although it had gagged her last time, it hadn't covered her face completely, so as she found the material covered her nostrils as well, her breathing became frenzied, as she found it was blocked, but as she started to panic and thrash around, holes formed in the coating she had, allowing her to breathe again normally.

She stood above her bed now, half wobbling, covered entirely in the thin firm coating of the creature. She knew what would happen next, the feeling of helplessness crashing over her, she felt her face flush. She now knew she had no choice, and thing was going to take her again, roughly and thoroughly, for at least a few hours. But eventually, it would let her go again, right? Right?

She felt it enter her, as the phalluses started forming in her pussy and ass, and this time there was one in her mouth as well. As she started to squirm due to the intruders and their touch, her knees started to give, forcing her to kneel, and with that, her legs began to merge together, forcing her ankles to press against her thighs, trapping her in a frogtie. And there she writhed. Trapped in the dark, with intruders in every orifice, moving agonizingly slowly as she was slowly fucked. Still moving towards an orgasm that was gradually coming closer, she wondered how long this "session" would last.

Would it ever quit? Her thoughts became more and more scattered as she approached the precipice, she got a bit afraid that it would stop again this time, leaving her panting and unfulfilled again. She dreaded the thought, only realizing a few moments later that it was the least of her troubles. But this time this fear of hers would not be realized, as the felt the creature quicken its pace suddenly, making the pleasure almost too much to bear, tipping her over the edge, making her convulse in ecstacy. It would not relent however, but slowed its pace, again to the slow and steadily building rhythm, giving her no time to recover.

Oh, god, I don't think I can take this for much longer, she thought as the assault continued, only to take her over the edge again and again, as muffled moans and grunts filled the corridors of the small Antarctic base.

She opened her eyes, groggily looking ahead at what appeared to be the underside of her bed. Slowly awakening, she found it was fully bright outside, and realizing she was on the floor. For some reason, she thought she had had a dream about a blanket fucking her. Looking down at her body, she squealed with surprise, as she remembered the events of the night.

The strange suit was still covering her from top to bottom, stopping at the base of her head, like a skintight turtleneck. The intruders had retreated, and the suit wasn't tormenting her in other ways at the moment. She tried pulling it off at the neck, but she couldn't quite get a grip on it to be able to pull it. It dawned on her, that if it covered her, she couldn't escape it, were it to resume its "work". She blushed heavily at this, knees growing weak for a moment, as she realized, there was no escape from it, as long as she wore it. She shook away a slight smirk that had formed on her mouth, as she realized that she had to get it off, as she had no idea what it was doing to her, or was going to do. She had to find a weakness, something she could exploit. Did it's behavior change? The first encounter, she had stumbled upon it, while the second, it found her. And this strange suit didn't form the first time. Strange. She'd have to examine it further.

She wasn't cold, which she kind of found strange, though she ached here and there after having slept on the floor. She grabbed a labcoat to walk around in, so not to feel completely naked, and some low heeled shoes to work in. The suit hugged her curves quite firmly, and seemed to keep her warm. Thinking about it, she awoke on the floor of an Antarctic base. She should have been cold. She made a mental note of it and continued.

She figured that since the rest of the bacteria samples had been found in the underground lake, and since it was a part of that batch, it must have come from the lake. That didn't help her much. Did it live in water then? I wonder what it fed of down there, when it can't get perky scientists? But when they found it, it had been dormant, had it not? just a black and purple spot. What made it change? The temperature? Pressure? A number of different factors could have made it awaken, or was it simply biding its time?

There was no time to lose. She had no idea when it would begin again, and if it did, she'd be in no position to find out how to get it off. She thought about cutting it off, but as it was skintight, she could end up cutting herself. She settled on finding out as much as she could about it before trying to cut it off. She spent the better part of the day going through the notes, that Howard, their Biologist had left behind, taking breaks in between to try to contact anyone else. She was having a hard time reaching anybody, ever since the storm began, and could only hear static on the line. As the day dragged on, and she couldn't find anything that could help her in her plight, more crude methods started to occur to her. She thought to cut it slightly, to see what would happen, along with being able to do experiments on the cut off part. She sat down in the lab with a scalpel and tried cutting a small piece of the suit off. As the knife sunk into it, she could feel it tense sharply up, making every movement harder for her, like the entire suit had just become twice as thick.

It's fighting back. She thought. I wonder if I hurt it? Why isn't it just covering me up now, since I woke it? I might have to use harsher methods.

With the suit fighting back, it was hard for her to hold the scalpel well enough for her to be able to cut it off without cutting herself.

"If I could get 1 hand free, then perhaps I could cut the rest." She thought out loud, while she walked down to engineering to formulate a new plan.

If cutting it would cause it to tense up and make it harder for her to take it off, she would have to attack it all at once.

And it was going to hurt.


Engineering

Here she was at home. She ran the sample drill and some of the other equipment from this area, along with a drone program, that was supposed to help with meteorite spotting on the ice. She was bound to find something she could use for her plan. She was looking for a cruder solution. The suit was starting to tense down, while she searched the shelves for something useful.

Aha! This'll do nicely, she thought, as she took one of the battery pack from the spare drones. She carried it to a workbench, and started fiddling with it until she was happy with the result. She fit two wires from it into a vice, and checked the the electrical output of it. She had made a makeshift taser. She held it hesitantly, moving it closer to her hand, then backing away.

This would hurt like a bitch. She figured she'd try one of her hands first, to try and get it loose. She bit her teeth together, and pressed it against her shoulder, and activated it. She fell down, dropping the taser, squealing in pain. The creature also moved, the suit going imp around her arm, and down her side, no longer constricting her, but the rest of it tensed up like never before, threatening to choke her out.

Shit, I think I made it angry, She thought as she lay there on the floor in what might as well be a concrete suit, save for her Left side,, which she could technically move. She could feel it getting firmer there, but not fully, like it was damaged.

How long can it hold me like this? It tensed down earlier, this must be taxing it somehow. Could I possibly just outlast it? If I just make it hold me like this until its exhausted, maybe I can crawl free of it? She felt something stirring within the suit.

Oh, nonono, it's starting up now? But it didn't start with full gusto this time. It started out slow, caressing, and teasing, slowly, with the slow movements of someone getting out of bed in the morning. She felt the previously damaged arm of the suit start to get a bit tenser, like it was healing. The suit started to tense down, and she felt she could try and move again, if much more distracted this time. As She felt the intruders start to return, though only in form, as they did not move with as much gusto as she had felt them last night. She looked at the now spent jury rigged battery, talking to herself, "if I zap myself now, from the top, it should...Ahhhh...." she paused as a small moan escaped her lips. "It should go fully limp, and I could crawl free." With great effort, she stood up, pushing herself against a wall, until vertical, walking in shaky steps towards the workbench, she started taking another drone apart, being slowed down considerably by the now slowly moving intruders. It was now quite late in the day, and it took her half an hour of work to make another one like it. Working furiously with the screwdriver, she attached the battery pack to the jury rigged device, and grabbed it, when the suit tensed up considerably, and to her surprise, she felt a shock stemming from just about everywhere at once. She dropped the device, as the pain overtook her, kneeling down on the floor. She tried grabbing it again, and was shocked again. "Shit, it learns? How is it doing that?" The movements of the suit were growing bolder, and the unyielding presence of the slowly moving dildos was starting to have an effect on her. If She moved closer to the device, she would get zapped again, but the suit was only upping its ante. She looked around the room, trying to find something that could help her in her plight, but she could not concentrate well enough to form some sort of plan. She felt it becoming more aggressive in its movements, twisting, pinching, and moving was becoming almost impossible. She tried to keep her limbs separate, as it seemed to join them together when it had the chance, but eventually she misplaced her hand, landing on her thigh, and the other limbs were soon to follow. She ended up sitting on her knees, with her hands stuck to her thighs, as the movements of the creature pleasured her in various ways.

It really was getting better at this.

As she submitted to the creature, and it began enveloping her again, she looked at the clock in engineering, noticing that it was just about half past 10 in the evening, trying to remember it, so she could know how long it would hold her, if it released her this time that is. She glanced at the large window, looking at the now darkening storm outside.



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Wait.

The sun was just going down. It went down slow these days, and it took a while to get fully dark. Its nocturnal! That's why it stopped in the biolab, and why it attacked her while she was sleeping, and why it seemed dormant otherwise. We had it for weeks, but it wasn't dark enough for it to do anything until it got properly dark.

Oh no. Oh... no. A terrifying realization dawned on her.

The Antarctic winter was just days away and it'll just be me, and the creature. It won't stop at all, for weeks. It'll keep me bound and just keep fucking me, over and over. She got a little lightheaded at this, as the premise both terrified and aroused her. As the suit covered her face, and filled her mouth, she struggled and squirmed with renewed vigor as this consuming thought took over. Her struggles were in vain, as night made it's entrance.

While Helen pondered her demise at the hands of the puddle, the creature finished covering her. It was getting bigger. It started working on its victim, every part of it groping and kneading her pliant body, making sure to limit her movement as much as it could. She had hurt it. It was not about to let her do that again. The intruders returned, twisting and moving inside her, never allowing her to get used to the feeling. It had already been teasing her while twilight reigned, but now it was fully dark, and there was nothing to hold it back.

It switched positions, parts of it becoming semi-solid, raising her up, fastening her hands up against the wall, while parting her legs. First squirming, she tried to resist the creature, but while covering her, it overpowered her easily, with both strength and distractions. Her squirming hips soon started thrusting in unison with the ever moving intruders, and her mind began to get hazy. Only the oncoming orgasm mattered. Succumbing to the ever-heightening sensations, screaming into her gag, she came, twitching in her bonds, tugging at the black threads that bound her. She was lost in ecstacy, slowly humping the air, losing what she had left of her strength leaning heavily on the wall.

The intruders did not stop however.

Overstimulated, a mist descended on her mind, as the creature changed positions, curling her into a ball, and continuing its work.

The next few hours were a blur of orgasms. The creature moved her forcefully, changing rhythms and positions, as it fucked her into submission, and any resistance from her had been beaten down a while ago. She was only partially aware through the fog in her mind, of the creature slowing down. Her arms were fastened to the ceiling by an appendage of the creature, holding her half slumped body up. She felt the gossamer like thread that bound her hands to the ceiling slacken slightly. Scrambling like a newborn deer, to stand, her hands slumping to her sides as she leant against a large shelf. She felt the same tension building up in the suit, when it had tried to restrain her when she had tried to cut it. This time however, it was forming something more.She felt the suit drawing her hand behind her back, and then enveloping them in a single sleeve, that attached to the rest of the body.

"It's tying me up?" She thought groggily as the creature continued, retreating from her mouth, leaving however a solid unmoving phallus, instead, keeping her silent. The suit it left on her was thicker than the last one, especially at the joints and lower torso, making it harder to bend and move. The sheath trapping her arms was fastened in between her legs, attaching to the suit in the front, fastening her arms to her body and making every tug that she did on the sheath to transfer directly to her crotch, moving the dildos slightly. They were the next thing to be replaced, as the live ones slid away, only to be replaced with large rigid versions, no doubt to cause distraction while she was tied up. It tied her legs together, with only a short strand of material between them, allowing only small steps to be taken by her now high heeled outfit. Which she had no idea why it kept her on high heels. Maybe it was a remnant of the slightly heeled shoes that she was wearing today, before it bound her, she thought, as the transformation was completed, and she was left alone in the middle of engineering, now securely trussed up.

She slumped to the floor, exhausted. She had worked through the day, into the night, and now spent several hours being the victim of the creature. She lay on the cold floor, still breathing heavily after the ordeal, her mind returning to her slowly. As she regained her bearings, she tried to move around. She finally took in how bound she was. She wouldn't be able to get out! She'd be trapped like this until the next night, and then it would start again, and the next one and the next. Her thoughts were frantic, slipping into hopelessness, as she shook and twisted in her bonds, desperately trying to get out of the unyielding binds, eventually tiring herself out momentarily.

No! Not yet! She told herself after a few minutes of panic. It was too early to give up. She had learned something. It may have a weakness. It thrived in the dark. She only had to bring light to it. The clean room! It would have a Ultraviolet light for disinfection. If it became dormant in full sunlight, perhaps the UV light would have a similar effect. She could stun it, and contain it there. She'd just need to keep the UV on until rescue arrived.

Now, there's just the matter of getting there, she thought, as she looked down at her severely bound body, and hope it doesn't figure out what i'm doing.

The clean room was at the other end of the compound, and quite a way to go, for someone as impared as she currently was. After having severe trouble standing up, eventually leaning against a wall, and pushing herself up, she started trodding along the corridors, but as her legs were tied together, she could only take the smallest of steps, making her hips sway in rhythm with her tiny steps. This in turn made the intruders within her move and distract her, making her need to stop every few steps, to lean against a wall, while she calmed down. Her eyelids were getting heavy, it was looking better and better just to lie down on the floor and go to sleep, But with sleep, things would only get worse. The creature would have more time, and she less to recover. She had to do this now, or she would run the risk of being at the creatures mercy for possibly the entire winter. She shuddered at the thought. As she staggered through the long hallway, she wondered how the creature learned. It could clearly know when something was attacking it, and could feel other stimuli as well. It got better and better at pleasuring her, better than her previous lovers, at least. Did that mean she liked its attention? The thought troubled her. She shook her head, and focused on what she had to do, half staggering, half hopping down the vacant hallway, towards the Clean room.


The Clean Room

After an inordinate amount of time hopping along the hallway, she managed to get to the airlock type doors leading to the clean room. Now she only had to open them, step in, and light up, and the creature should retreat... oh... hell. It was light outside now, shining in. The creature would just remain in it's dormant shape, and she'd still be fully bound. She'd either have to fully block out the sun here, or wait until it was dark. And the night was far away. She didn't want to risk turning on the UV just yet, as it was apparent that it learned, and she wanted to take it by surprise.

She sat on the floor, waiting for darkness to come, thinking if she should hop back and lay down in a bed for a little while. She involuntarily started nodding off. The all nighter she had inadvertently pulled was beginning to weigh on her. Leaning against a corner, resting her head, she felt herself slipping into sleep.

I guess a little nap won't hurt anyone, she thought to herself unconvincingly, as she rested up against the cold glass wall. Even with the serious possibility of being stuck here as a sexual plaything for this creature for the entire winter, if she even lasted that long, her exhaustion took over, and in only a few minutes she drifted off to sleep.

It was after her. Corridor after corridor, she ran through the endless maze that the dreamscape base had turned into. The corridors were endlessly long, but she somehow managed to stay ahead of "it". She turned a corner, and at the end of that corridor she could see a white door. Sprinting towards it, she grasped the handle, recoiling back as she found the handle icy cold. She grasped it again, opening the door, feeling the cold enter her whole body, as she looked out, upon the icy wasteland. She was alone. Utterly alone. She stopped in the doorway, looking back at the warm darkness behind her. It slowed down, and stopped before reaching the doorway. Stuck between the cold and the dark she thought, and then awoke.

Half aware she had been dreaming, she groggily wondered why she kept dreaming about this creature as she remembered her current predicament. Still restrained by the strange suit, she stretched as much as she could, her arms were starting to ache, and she felt horribly stiff after sleeping bound up against a wall. As she stretched she could feel her limbs a bit better, but it would take more that the small movements she could manage to feel properly good again. She noticed that the room was slightly darker than before, as the light was fading outside. Which meant she didn't have much more time. It should also be waking up any time now, which meant that she needed to get ready. She rose up with difficulty, eventually succeeding, and stepped into the UV chamber. She'd have to turn it on when the creature was fully awake for her to be able to attack it. Which meant that she would have to wait for it to begin it's nightly fucking. She felt a twinge down in her crotch. In a way she was looking forward to it. She didn't have to wait too long. After only a few minutes the suit began its work, kneading and pinching, tightening around her, and slowly starting to manipulate the dildos within her, in an agonizingly slow fashion. She only had to push a large red button on the wall for the UV to activate, but she had to wait a bit longer. She hoped that it would let go of her arms for this, otherwise she wouldn't be able to get loose, she'd be back to square one. It seemed that it learned, so this trick probably would only work once.

She didn't have to wait long for it to begin in earnest, as the suit came alive, more so even than the last few times. It must feed somehow of her. Some kind of parasite. She didn't feel worse for wear though, unless exhaustion counted. Maybe it got worse over time.. Her thoughts were cut short by her gag coming alive, thickening and filling her entire mouth. The rest of it followed suit, tightening, and thickening all over her body, the rigid bonds melting away, into the creature. But she was not loose. It was more like the bonds being replaced by the firm hands of a lover, holding them forcefully in place. To her surprise she felt the gag in her mouth secrete something. Some liquid, but she didn't have time to dwell on it, as it writhed around her.

This was the time. It was fully liquid. she stumbled as she was pleasured towards the red button in the small UV chamber, and kind of fell on to it, and lights filled the chamber.

If curdled milk could scream.

It wound and unwound in ripples around her, not exactly making noise, but moving like the environment was burning, quickly shrinking, and taking solid shape. She tore and ripped and grabbed as she tried to get loose from the rapidly shrinking creature, so not to get lost in its grasp. Detangling her from it, she was victorious. What looked like a dried up torn clothing lay on the floor. She backed away, now naked, and quite exhausted from the endeavour. She stretched, She had been tied up for hours now, nearly a day, she had kind of expected to feel worse, but she felt fine, a little stiff, but that's about it. She made sure that the UV chamber was on, found herself a blanket, and sat through the short night, keeping an eye on the creature. She didn't want it to get loose again.

As light entered the room, she felt less tense. Her muscles were recovering remarkably quickly, the aches and bruises barely bothered her anymore. Her stomach growled at her though, and she acquiesced to its demand, tip toeing into the kitchen for some well deserved food.

In the UV chamber the creature was still, and unmoving, as the storm entered yet another day, showing no sign of letting up. The snow was now piling up quite high against the outpost buildings, and the temperature was falling further every day.



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The radio mast shook in the gale outside. As a strong blast of wind hit it, it groaned, and a bolt on its base came loose. The mast rattled and swayed around, frightfully off balance.


Part 2

Eggs.

Helen stared blankly at her breakfast.

She was beat.

As soon as she had sat down, exhaustion hit her. She couldn't think of a time she had been more tired in quite a long time. The long winded afterglow of the events of the last few days still lingered. Focus was hard to come by, and even though she knew she should eat, she couldn't concentrate on the food just now.

The silence and calmness around her mattered more. She hadn't been sure she would get out of the clutches of that thing, and she could well have ended up as a victim of that strange creature throughout the entire winter.

As interesting as that might have been, a quiet voice in her mind said.

She used to like these moments of calm. Nothing moved, nothing stirred. But now, being alone for the better part of two weeks? The silence was getting to her. She could do with some company just about now.

The heavy gale from outside shook the rugged buildings of the base, bringing her out of her thoughts.

She hadn't been outside in days. It wasn't advisable, in these winds you could get lost in only a few steps, and freeze in only a few more minutes. She still probably should take a look at the generator and the rest of the base, to see if everything was in working order. Most of it was a part of the same complex, with a few outlying buildings, connected with rope marked paths.

But it could wait. Right now, she was going to curl up in her bed.

Just as soon as her legs stopped wobbling, she thought to herself, as she took another bite of the bacon.

She eventually wandered out into the base. There was a strange feeling in her stomach. She felt slightly flushed. Her skin was extremely sensitive now for some reason and she could feel any movement of her clothes on her skin. Probably just after effects of her ordeal she thought, as she made her way to bed. Just her movements were arousing her, step after step, she imagined herself as she had walked through that corridor before, bound from head to foot, distracted by the presence of the intruders. For a moment, she kind of wanted them back. But for now, she wanted to lie down even more.

She got into bed, and in mere moments she was sound asleep.

She dreamt.

She was walking on the shore of a strange lake. The sun was scorching, and it was sweltering outside. She needed cooling. She was dressed in a summer dress, which felt she should take off. Why not? No one was there, she was safe here. She grabbed the rim of her dress, and pulled it up to her head, expecting to feel a breeze of wind caressing her, she found that she was already dressed beneath, in a revealing, tight fitting dress.

She kept walking, but still felt terribly hot, even more so now. She kept removing her clothes, but new ones kept appearing. Her dress had become long, and restricting. When she managed to get that one off, she found herself dressed in a corset, long gloves and high heels, along with a similar long restrictive dress. She was getting more and more exhausted from the heat, and from the constant effort of taking off the clothes. When she removed her dress once more, she found herself dressed in the exact duplicate of her "clothing" from yesterday held her tight. The high heels, the gag, the armbinder. She was held tight, from all angles, and within her, something stirred. The intruders had returned, twisting and turning from within. She could not move, and fell upon the beach, but as she fell, she didn't feel that horrid heat anymore.

She twisted and writhed, but, it was somehow all right.

Terribly tight and unrelenting.

But all right.

She twisted and turned in the sand for quite a while, until a thought occurred.

If this feels this great, what happens after this one?

She started struggling, pushing against her bonds, hoping they'd loosen, only for her to be even more tightly wrapped in the black and purple bonds. What would it do to her?

As she struggled with renewed vigor, she finally awoke.

She was in her bed. She felt hips moving slowly, half automatically, slowly humping the air. Her nipples were erect, her bedsheet tousled, and she her breathing somewhat ragged.

God. What a fucking dream.

The arousal that came with the dream, had come out of it.

She awoke with a need. One of her hands was already playing with her clit, and the other grabbed a nipple, and played with it. She needed more. Something to fill her.

Reaching into her dresser, she took out a thick vibrator, and slid it inside herself with little effort. She needed this.

She switched it on, and began fucking herself with it, stroke after stroke. She began climbing, and closed her eyes. Her mind started to wander to various erotic scenes. Bound in some way, with a stranger finding her ripe for the taking. Eventually, the creature entered her thoughts again. It had wrapped around her. Trapped her.

She'd be it's slave, serving its every whim.

She moaned a high note and thrashed on the bed, grunting as she came.

She lay there for a few moments. What the fuck was that about? I both dream about that fucking blob, and then I fantasised about it getting loose and catching me.

Maybe not that strange given what she'd been through.

After only a few minutes though. The feeling returned. This time not as urgent, but it was there, and it lingered as she finally got out of bed. She was still slightly groggy from the extensive sleep that she had just had, as she noticed it was already around 2 o'clock.

But groggy or not, she had to get on with it. She started with the radio. Just static. More of it if anything, but no contact with the outside world. She longed for human contact. Just a conversation or two, or something more intimate, she thought, as she felt the arousal from earlier take a small spike.

Why the hell was she so fucking horny? It was bloody distracting. She had half a mind to go back to bed, and just spend the day there. She wasn't usually like this.

Wait.

She had swallowed something. Something when she had fought the creature.

Shit. Maybe this was the effect of that little thing. Making the victim more... willing.

She still wasn't fully sure what that thing was, and if it had had any other effect on her. She checked the result of the blood test she had just taken, and compared it to her earlier one on record. Nothing seemed out of order. If she had an infection, she would have guessed that the amount of white blood cells would be higher. But a guess was all she had.

This wasn't her field goddamn it.

She rolled back in her chair, sighing heavily.

She dealt with dead things. Rocks and machines. Why couldn't it have been a killer robot, or a rock monster, she thought and smiled painfully to herself.

The lingering arousal from this morning diminished somewhat as actual worries started taking over.

She might be infected by some strange creature, and she couldn't do anything about it.

If she could just reach the others, she'd have someone to at least talk to, or bounce ideas off.

But right now, it's only me, and.....

She decided to check on it again. It lay there still, in the small glass container she had scooped it up into last night. She didn't dare take it out of the light in the clean room.

Would the lights hold out through the whole winter?

There was no way to be sure.

The generator could blow a fuse, or the bulb could fail.

And they only had to fail for a few moments, and then it would be loose.

It could happen at any time and she probably wouldn't notice in time.

It could crawl across the base, and envelop her in it's inky embrace.

It could bind her, control her, take her and fuck her, for weeks upon weeks on end.

A strange shudder went up her spine.

She didn't want it to happen, but there was a fascination to it.

It could happen, and she would be helpless to stop it.

The thought lingered with her for the rest of the afternoon, her constant arousal making it hard to put it out of her mind. She had to distract herself.

Work. She would work.

She checked up on the base. The bio lab, and the cultures, she checked on the food that she had in the base, which was an ample amount. Enough food for 3 people for an entire year, along with some emergency rations.

She walked through to the east wing of the base, to the generator, through the motor pool. There was enough diesel there to drive to the pole and back. The main fuel dump sat in a small building near the motor pool. It had enough diesel to last well through winter.

As she did inventory, something occurred to her, something that had probably been churning in her mind for some time now.

She could always burn it.

She didn't want to though. It was a new discovery. A new species, and she had never seen anything like it before. Should it be containable, it would be valuable beyond measure.

For now, this would have to do. Maybe she could build something to contain it for a longer period of time, but she had no idea where to begin. She didn't know how the creature worked.

Maybe she should.

She started walking towards the clean room, Quickening her pace as she went.

Outside, a faint shade of amber lit the sky.

She already knew a few things about the creature. It could change forms as suited it, which became solid during the day.

It began as a tiny little speck, and grew up to this in only a few days. She thought as she looked at what seemed like a torn piece of rubber in the glass container.

It needs me to grow. The more it is in contact, the larger it will become.

Is there a limit?

An image of the creature covering the entire base flashed in her mind.

Perhaps if it had more victims.

And it wasn't fully docile during the day, it could react, a bit at least.

None of this would help her trap it though. And she had to find another way, one that didn't require power. Otherwise it would get free, slither into her bed, slide into her and... no! I have to focus. The constant arousal was wearing on her. She wanted to be tightly bound, like before, with no chance of escape, she wanted to be silenced, controlled. Teased. Fucked.

Maybe she could go and program some of the robotic arms in engineering. They could hold her. Her hand gripped the table she sat at, and clenched hard.

No, Helen. You have to focus.

Shit, this thing was getting to her.

If she were to swallow more of that shit, she'd go mental.

But she was in control. And right now, her mind was needed.

So, how did this thing work?

It came from the lake. So what does it like? Well, it likes the dark. And the cold. Down there it was around -3°C. Seems to adapt fine to room temperature though. There was a whole lot of pressure down there as well. But again, it's doing fine up here. It's way colder out in the storm though. At least the lake provided cover for that. Maybe it can adapt to other things as well. The fact that it could store the electrical charge was amazing.

It's a tough little thing. I'll give it that.

She could freeze it. Chuck it out there somewhere and keep it frozen for the duration. It could kill it though. Maybe she ought to take the chance.

She rubbed her forehead, she was tiring of this. Her mind was reaching its limit. She had to take a break. She stretched, yawning as she did. She'd take a break now, crawl back into her bed, get out of the rest of her toys and...

A horrible wrenching sound came out of the storm, and the whole complex shuddered and groaned.

"What the hell?!"

She spun around in her chair, and ran out into the hallway.

As she did, the lights went out. Leaving the base in the dim glow of the slowly sinking sun.


The already loose radio mast finally snapped, and now mauled its way into the middle of the snow covered cluster of buildings. It crashed through the motor pool, and smacked one of the two red colored snowmobiles into the wall, along with the storage area behind it. A barrel fell down, its contents spilling into the partially destroyed area. As one of the electrical lights slammed into the ground, a shower of glass covered the area, and sparks went flying. A spark landed on the spreading gas and the liquid was lit.



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Fire.


A mix of smoke and cold air met her as she ran towards the source of the sound. The wrenching and crashing could still be heard as the mast lodged itself further still into the wooden structures.

Through the flame lit corridor she could see that the motor pool already well on it's way to simply burning down. Looking around she saw one of the fire extinguishers fastened to the frame of the building. She grabbed it and let loose upon the flames in the hallway, putting them out, emptying the old extinguisher. The rest of the motor pool was beyond saving. She would have to cut her losses. The buildings that could be saved were probably the rest of the main building she was in, and possibly...

Oh, goddamnit.

Through the wreckage of the radio mast, she could see flames licking the walls further along in the base. Towards the familiar door of the generator room.

If that room were to go, she'd be screwed. They had spare parts, sure, and another generator that they had yet to unpack as well, but that would take time and time was not something she had. In just a few moments the sun would go down, the creature would get loose, and it would get her. But before long, they would both freeze.

She was not comfortable with that fate.

Smoke still blew through the air and she had already started coughing from it. She would have to go in there. On the far side of the flames in the corridor she could see another extinguisher, but the flames were getting closer.

She looked around, seeing some of the coats that were hung in front of the motorpool. She grabbed one of the long wooly coats and put it on, along with some gloves and a hat.

It would have to do, she thought as she ran into the remains of the motor pool. She clambered onto the radio mast, feeling her way across it in the whiteout condition that raged in the wrecked and half charred motor pool. As she crested it she saw movement to the right of her. A piece of the wall had gotten dislodged and went flying, hitting her dead on. She fell off the mast and hit the ground hard.

Everything was spinning. She felt something warm begin to spread from her arm. She scrambled up, leaning against a wall, seeing the corridor ahead spinning ahead of her. She knew she had to hurry.

Running through the half burning corridor, she got to the extinguisher that was now getting into focus, but the focus did not last. Tears from the smoke began to fill her vision instead. She grabbed the metal handle, feeling that it was burning hot, ripped out the safety and aimed it towards the ever growing flames, not caring about the effects on her fingers. She was getting light headed. She could see nothing but smoke and she could feel a warm liquid trickling into her eyes, blinding her further. The canister sputtered as it emptied and she threw it away, but some flames lingered.

Taking off her coat she started maniacally beating them with it, again, and again, and again, until the coat caught on fire. She discarded it out the door, but the rest of the flames were out. She looked around, half blind, and now beginning to regret the loss of the wooly garment. She stumbled out. She had to get equipment, and repair the generator, before it was too late. Her thoughts felt cloudy, thick, unfocused as she stumbled into the icy wind. She crawled over the mast again, the wind whipping pounding her as she did. In her woozy state, the wind swept her over the mast, pushing her off balance and sent her tumbling down. She landed flat on her back, and the impact knocked the wind out of her. Just a little further and i'm in shelter. "Only a few more..." She gasped, coughing, crawling a few more meters before darkness met her.

It wasn't enough.

The freezing air began cooling the hallway and small tufts of snow began gathering up in the now dark and charred corridor.

Down the hall something stirred. The strange sun had stopped. It was loose. The container it was in was similar to the last one. This time it was grown up and it broke it easily. It slithered down the hallway, feeling the cold floors and air. It needed warmth.

A tendril from it slid down a frozen hallway. It was colder there, but something lay there, warm and familiar.

It grabbed Helen's wrist, slithering further down her body, getting a better grip. It then dragged her unconscious body further into the base, where a bit of warmth still lingered.

Darkness descended on the base, and not a light could be seen.


Consciousness came slowly to her.

Nausea was the first thing she felt, a feeling that lingered. Her brain seemed to be filled with cotton and every thought took an effort to complete.

She remembered smoke, and lights and fire, but could smell none of that. What filled her nostrils now smelled slightly sweet, and wet. Her breathing was slightly ragged.

Feeling was slowly returning to her body, a bit by bit, but everything felt a bit wrong. She tried moving a bit, but felt resistance on all sides, and when she thought about it, a tightness over her whole body. She finally opened her heavy eyelids, seeing... nothing.

Something was covering her eyes. and in her mouth.

She started to struggle, and found that she was stuck tight. Nothing moved, nothing gave.

She started to breathe harder, twisting around.

It had her. Again.

This time she wouldn't get out.

As she strained weakly against the creature, she felt a sharp pain from her ribs as she thrashed around. A few moments later, a liquid spurted into her mouth, and she began getting woozy again. She could barely feel the pain anymore, but with her dizziness followed a strange feeling. She was bearly awake, but she felt a terrible arousal within her. Like she was awake during a wet dream. Her hips started swaying back and forth moving the roughly textured intruders within her. But it happened slowly and steadily, she didn't have enough strength to do this effectively. She could only tease herself, but she couldn't stop either. Stuck in a strange drug induced loop, she slowly humped herself to sleep.

When she came to again she was shivering.

Everything was still dark. She still felt the strange material covering her, but as she shivered and moved, she could feel that the material around her wasn't holding her as tight as before. The phallus from her mouth was also gone, along with the intruders that had kept her company.

As she started pushing slowly against it, it gave, and exerting herself a bit, she could feel her hands pushing out of the material, freeing her.

As her hands came free, she could feel they were covered by the creature. The air was clearly frigid outside, she felt through her suit. She tore at the strange resin with her hands, and had shortly freed her head. She could finally see again. She then noticed why she'd felt a bit weird while moving.

She was attached to the ceiling.

Was I in a cocoon? What did it do to me?

She freed her legs next, pushing them out, held now by only a bit of the frail material. She fully detached herself from the pod, falling and stumbling as she landed.

She quickly scrambled up from the icy floor, as the suit did not insulate quite as well as she'd like. The cocoon thing. Why had it let her go? It had wrapped around her, and preserved her heat somewhat while.... While what? What exactly had happened?

While she pondered this, she could feel herself get even colder.

Shit, I have to get warm.

She searched around. Where was this? There was almost no light in here.

Using her hands to feel her way through the room, she felt shelves and bags. She might be in one of the storage rooms. Everything was cold. The suit that covered her did protect her somewhat, but since she was the only source of heat, she needed thicker clothes. She could feel a thin film of frost covering everything within the room. She couldn't see a thing as she stumbled through the room, knocking things off shelves as she went. She tried to remember where in the base they kept the spare lights. She eventually stumbled to one of the walls, where they kept an emergency kit. She opened it, and among the various supplies within she finally found a glowstick which she broke and shook. Finally a bit of light.

How much time had passed? It must be in the middle of the night.

Wait, wasn't I hurt? Yeah, something hit me in the fire. Hard. She felt her ribs.

There was still an inkling of pain when she moved and massaged it, but only a shadow of it.

She remembered that she'd burned her hand as well. She flexed it, as she could not see her skin, but she could only feel a slight tingling sensation. Nothing painful. It must have somehow healed me, or treated me in some way. She breathed in, and found none if any pain in her lungs.

I breathed in so much smoke.

It must have dragged me in here.

She looked around the room. In the dim green light she saw the faint outline of metal shelves in the large room.

The cold couldn't be ignored anymore. She had to start moving, get her temperature up to stave off the cold. Although, there wasn't much to burn.

She could eat. A whole lot.

Clothing first.

She tiptoed through the cold concrete floors of the old base. This one had been in use for a few decades now, with upgrades every now and then, but the main part of it remained. It wasn't as insulated as it should be.

Her pace wasn't quick in the dark. She had to watch her step as she ventured further into the pitch black base. She wasn't that far away from her room, but already she could feel a gust of arctic wind in the hallway. She didn't have long.

As she strode down the hallway a thought occurred.

Why am I loose? It was clear that it was the middle of the night. Shouldn't it be, you know, having it's way with me? The question hung around her as she got to her room and looked for clothes.

She put on the wooly undergarments over her strange catsuit, and as she dressed up, she felt slightly better. She then put on a parka, and warmed herself up doing jumping jacks.

She finally felt warmer in her wooly garb, even though it was still frigid in the base. As she warmed up, she could feel the creature moving slowly around her. It was warming up as well.

The strange suit felt thicker now. Maybe it was adapting to the cold as well.

But if it was, then it was only a matter of time until it woke up again.

She needed to defrost the base, repair the hole and get the creature off her again. She wouldn't last long like this in the cold.

Her belly growled at her. She'd had nothing to eat for a while now. She took a detour into the kitchen, downing some thoroughly frozen jerky, for some sustenance. A more fulfilling meal would have to wait until after the repairs.

Now that she was dressed and fed, and armed with a flashlight from her room she made her way back to the remains of the motor pool. Half of it was just gone. The door stood open and soot and ice covered the whole hallway, and a icy gale blew in cold from the wastes around.

She would have to abandon this part of the base, and reinforce the flimsy indoor door, that now would have to hold out the antarctic.

She grabbed her toolkit, and walked into the ruins of the motor pool towards the generator.

The Generator

She had to crawl over the radio mast again to get back in. The storm looked like it was starting to let up.

She made her way into the generator room again. A lot of work was waiting for her. Fortunately most of room was intact, although there was a hole in the wall, where the mast had broken through, and it was half burned. But it seemed that the generator was salvageable.

As she prepared the generator to be started up again, she thought of the creature again.

It should be awake.

Everything she knew about the creature told her that right now it should be awake and using her.

Did the cold just keep it docile like that?

She looked at the generator, and then at her hand.

No, it can't be. It can't know that.

It needs me. I need the heat. It needs me to turn on the heat.

How can it know that?

And if I turn it on again, and repair the base.

It will own me.

A chill went up her spine, despite the cold. She'd had that reaction a couple of times now, as she thought about the creature, and what it would do with her. Although she didn't fully like the idea of it keeping her captive for the entire winter, she couldn't deny that the idea exited her. To be controlled and kept for a time. To be kept bound and helpless. To be pleasured without end..



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She shook her head.

No.

She had to think clearly. It was that fucking serum it was feeding her. It was making her think like this. Making her want this. Crave this.

She pulled herself into the real world and tugged on a singed wire from the generator, replacing it with a working one.

Maybe she could still fight it. But there was no time to lose, she couldn't delay the start of the generator, otherwise it might not start up again, and then it wouldn't be a question of submission to the creature, but of cold icy death. Maybe the UV would work again? It had adapted to the tazer she'd attacked it with last time, but maybe the UV has a more reliable effect. It seemed more vulnerable to it. The electricity had only stunned it for a while. The light could hold it. It would affect all of it at once, and It would shrivel up like before. If she got it in the nighttime, like it was now, It would be helpless, she'd win.

She'd turn on the generator, run back to the UV before everything thawed out. That way the creature would still be half asleep like it was now, and she'd be free.

It could work. She put her tools away. The generator was fixed, for now.

She opened a panel on it and turned the key. Her finger hovered over the start button for a moment. I hope this works.

She pressed the button, and after a few moments, the cold engine roared to life, with the low bellow of a diesel engine.

She quickly got out, and strode towards the Clean room.

The sound of the generator turned into a low hum as she moved further into the still cold but now well lit base. She figured that the UV had to hit the creature head on, so she took off the parka along with the other clothes she had, and tossed them aside in the hallway.

She stepped into the Clean room again, wearing nothing but the suit, which still did not seem to move. Good. It meant that she still had time.

She stepped closer to the large red button that she had previously pressed when she felt her suit twitching again. Ah, just in time she thought as she grinned and strode towards the button

Suddenly, the suit wound around her, and tendril shot out, towards the UV light, shattering the long bulb of the ultraviolet light.

Her face fell, as she realized what had happened.

It tricked me! It fucking tricked me! It had never been asleep. It had just been waiting for a moment to strike.

The creature now twisted itself, contorting her viciously as it trapped her arms behind her while it covered her face, blinding her. This time it was rough, almost vindictive. It hadn't been like this before. It hadn't exactly been gentle either. Her legs were pulled apart, and her arms were roughly drawn to the ceiling, pulling her into a tight strappado. She could hear the black tendrils spreading along the room, covering more of it. An electric shock hit her suddenly, which left her confused.

How is it doing that? How the fuck can it do that? She asked herself, but her thoughts were quickly interrupted by a much stronger shock, that seemed to stem from her neck. AAMMMmphh!

She pulled her neck back as much as much as she could, but she now felt something attaching itself to the back of her head, pulling it towards her bound hands, removing the last vestiges of movement that she was capable of.

The two intruders returned again, growing quickly, but they were larger this time. They moved with force and purpose, taking her roughly. Soon she began moving with them, as her constant arousal took over her more rational mind, and thoughts of despair and rage faded into the background.

A thought occurred to her through all of this.

Was it angry?

She felt small, it had her, and could do anything with her. She was at its mercy, and she had just tried to hurt it.

As she thought this, the creature kept working her, the intruders slowly pumping in and out of her, she approached a climax when suddenly they stopped at the very precipice, and she felt a painful shock again. She groaned in defeat and frustration as she dropped away from the edge, only for her mouth to be filled with the familiar strange goop.

She refused to swallow the thing this time, it would just make her more pliable. The creature then blocked her nose and mouth fully, cutting off any air. She twisted around as much as she could, for a moment, then, acquiesced to the creature's demand as she swallowed the strange liquid, and was granted air again.

Quickly, sharply and decisively she had been defeated.

The beast took out it's anger on Helen as she twinged and moaned as the painful shocks prevented her climax, and leaving her sweating profusely, breathing hard, and slowly humping the intruders that moved and thrust into her.

Her moans and muffled screams of anguish echoed throughout the empty base.

Eventually consciousness faded. The night ended and another day began.

First day of winter was here.


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Monday, November 19, 2018  

my only question is will there be a part 3!!!!! very good story, well told that i could feel my heart rate rise as hers must have

Saturday, November 17, 2018  

Perfect sticky symbiote bondage rape fantasy. Head was spinning throughout. To see something like this or to be in Helen's cocoon would be fantasy come to life. Fantastic concept and submissive ideas communicated.

Definitely has more room for expansion. The phallic gag secretion as a binding fluid. When a rescue team makes it back and their subduing by an addicted Helen wanting to help this creature with more victims. Or sneaking it off base and binding more once off-site. Etc.

Tuesday, November 13, 2018  

Can't wait for the third part! :)

Monday, November 12, 2018  

Great second part, can't want for next installment.

Monday, November 12, 2018  

Solid 5 that tends to 10 stars!!!!!

Sunday, November 11, 2018  

Not wanting in any way to affect on author who does impressive work, can suspect that an alien (who clearly has intellect) understands that sooner or later other people will appear and they can eliminate him, therefore he is in a hurry to turn Helen into an obedient slave and liquid may be something like a drug which forms the need in submission to owner and makes this need vitally important (as drug addiction for narcomaniac), despite how Master severe controls her - keep her in constant bondage, denying any pleasure without his permission and punishing anywhen as he wishes without any seeing reasons at all.

Sunday, November 11, 2018  

I can hardly believe it, but this story got better in part two.

Curtis Cook

Sunday, November 11, 2018  

WOW, WHAT A TRICKY PARASITE!

Sunday, November 11, 2018  

An excellent second part, very well thought out and executed. Looks like our heroine will have an interesting time ahead. I wonder if she'll be able to open a communication channel with the creature or if it's only interested in training her into a docile host.
Looking forward to the next part!
Cheers, Absolutist

Saturday, November 10, 2018  

It certainly put her in her place didn't it. Wonder what it will do when the others come back.

Saturday, November 10, 2018  

I feel like i'm watching a great movie or play a goddamn good game here, Marlocke ! This story is excellent! Take your time to perfect it. Keep it up. Thank you so much !

Sunday, November 04, 2018  

I have second part basically ready, and a third part in need of polish, so, yes, as soon as I find time to finish the last few coats :)

-Marlocke

Saturday, November 03, 2018  

Any future updates coming?

Friday, September 14, 2018  

This story is awesome! I want to watch the movie! Thank you!

Tuesday, August 28, 2018  

great story can't wait to read more.

Tuesday, August 28, 2018  

That alien now is annoyed and seriously angry, so as it quickly learning, it will find means to curb our bad girl and make her submissive and obedient. And if honey (carrot) doesn`t work maybe whip (stick) will be more useful?

Monday, August 27, 2018  

Wow, what a story! Maybe in this way it studies body parts that are more responsive to incentives to control prey?

Sunday, August 26, 2018  

Wonderful! One of my favorite scenarios - 'alien' envelopment. I hope you will explore more on WHY it stimulates her?
Anyway, now it's annoyed. Next time it has her (there will be a next time?) maybe it will teach her an excruciating six month lesson in orgasm denial.

Tuesday, August 21, 2018  

awesome story, please wright more. maybe something with spiders

Saturday, August 18, 2018  

What a great story ! I can't wait to read more of it.

Saturday, August 18, 2018  

Very nicely done! I hope to read more soon!

Saturday, August 18, 2018  

Quite nice for a first effort. Keep up the good writing.

Saturday, August 18, 2018  

This is one of great masterpieces that i have seen for a while. I swear if i were a game maker, it would be an absolutely good script for the game to come (sadly i'm no where near to be a game maker, sorry guys :) )

Wednesday, August 15, 2018  

Great story.

I am hoping the bondage element intensifies as we go along. :)

This story has a lot of potential.
Keep writing. :)

Monday, August 13, 2018  

Original and well written. Last paragraph throws me a little bit, like it ends in the middle od something.

Monday, August 13, 2018  

It is a good story

Sunday, August 12, 2018  

Glad you guys like it, and thank you for the feedback, it helps.
Without it, it would be hard to know what one is doing wrong, what could be better, and how it's being perceived. :)

I'm going to continue this one eventually, but I have no idea exactly when it'll be ready.

-Marlocke

Sunday, August 12, 2018  

Well written story. Great plot. I hope there will be a follow-up.

Saturday, August 11, 2018  

Well planned story, well written, enjoyable! It was not overpowering in a wham bam orgy but I hope it continues into a much longer adventure!

Saturday, August 11, 2018  

Hot and quite original (there are few girl x monster stories here...). I really look forward to what will happen next.

Saturday, August 11, 2018  

Good start! I for one welcome our new alien latex overlord and look forward to read more about its dealings with Helen.

Friday, August 10, 2018  

I imagine the mast will fall taking something else important and she will be forced to either freeze to death or willingly allow the slime to reattach itself to her.

Friday, August 10, 2018  

Science fiction does not have to be sensible. It should be creative. This story is very creative. I liked it even if it made little sense. Thank you

Friday, August 10, 2018  

I quite enjoyed thie premise of this story and it was reasonably welll written. The sex was unusual but for me it seemed a bit unerotic despite the best efforts of the kinky alien.

Friday, August 10, 2018  

almost a Anti_venom sex slime,wonder if it is only responding to her subconscious
desires

Thursday, August 09, 2018  

Great! Very enjoyable, though I wish she didn't manage to get free so quickly and be forced into a winter of bondage.

Thursday, August 09, 2018  

Good story I throughly enjoyed it and would like to hear more about this creature, very inventive and creative story thank you.

Thursday, August 09, 2018  

I love this story and can't wait to find out what happens next! That radio mast doesn't sound like it's going to last, which would make for lots of trouble.

Thursday, August 09, 2018  

Nice story, well told. Good imagery

Thursday, August 09, 2018  

Great for a first attempt! Please keep writeing, this is an interesting story!
CK


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