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"WARNING" says the computer, providing information regarding how the approaching planet is quarantined. I ignore it, intent of subjugating my target this day.

I'm here for Kad, a dire wolf and former good friend who betrayed the entire empire to some parasitic alien force. Because of him, half the empire now belongs to them, most of my friends now taken over by these creatures. No matter what happens, I WILL make Kad pay for what he's done, regardless of why he's done it.

I set the ship to autopilot and stand up from my chair, moving towards the small captain's quarters near the back of the small starship. Once there, I look at myself in the mirror. I'm just an average lizard of the Reptilian Empire, like my other friends, except for Kad. I'm wearing only my regular reinforced, high-cut leotard-shaped body armour, standard-issue for all soldiers, which leaves my legs and thighs bare. But I'm gonna take Kad one-on-one, just me and him in an honourable duel to the death. I won't be needing any armour!

After taking a moment to admire myself in the mirror wearing the armoured garment, I unbuckle it and strip down. I'm left in only a black, high-cut speedo with half-inch sides, standard-issue undergarment. This is all I need to take Kad down. I'm gonna use my bare hands and nothing more.

I feel a bump as the ship touches down at the coordinates. I return to the cockpit and the computer tells me the environment is habitable. I go to the airlock and open it, walking down the newly extended ramp to the squidgy surface. I'm surprised by the sensation of the soft and slightly gooey ground against my bare feet. It feels almost like some kind of organic trampoline, a net composed of sticky green tendrils. Between the small tendrils that compose the ground, I'm sure I can see a great deal of movement below. All around the landscape is green and gooey. Slimy-looking fauna, gooey puddles and tentacled trees dot the unwelcoming landscape, but stars can still be seen above.

It was a good idea to place a transponder device on Kad before he could get away the last time. If I hadn't, I wouldn't be here by now, on the verge of attaining my revenge. On my wrist is my personal tool that's currently telling me exactly where to go to find my prey.

After a short walk through the slimy terrain I reach another clearing in the ugly environment. In the centre is Kad, suspended in the air. Some kinda tentacles are holding him up there. One seems to have forced its way down his throat, while another, with what appears to be a mouth of some kind, is holding him up from between his legs, like some kind of chair. He's wearing only high-cut black leotard under-armour. His arousal seems quite visible between his legs as small tongues of some kind caress him through the fabric, emanating from the mouth holding him up. Could he have been caught in some kind of trap?

His arms and legs seem to be completely free and he has a contented look on his canine face, his eyes closed. I can't deny the whole sight arouses me to no end. I feel myself hardening in my black speedo, the silky fabric only seeming to heighten my tingling senses.

Suddenly the tentacle in his snout retracts and he is lowered to the ground where he stands on his own two feet. He opens his eyes and turns to look at me. The crotch of his leotard is heavily stained, no doubt by his own seed. Was that plant pleasuring him?

"Oh, hey Tag!" he yells, waving a hand at me. "Welcome home! I say that because you're gonna be here for a VERY long time."

"I'm only here to do away with you, Kad! I'll be leaving as soon as I'm done!" I say.

I'm breathing heavily now. Something about this place, no, something in the air is driving me crazy. I try as hard as I can to resist rubbing my own bulging speedo. The urge to release myself is becoming overwhelming.

Kad is smiling at me. He looks down at my now-throbbing speedo.

"Awww, how cute. You're so hard! You wanna cum? Be my guest! Cum for me..." he says, now rubbing at the bulge of his leotard.

Something about his words is getting to me. I can't resist any longer! I have to cum! I move immediately to rub my aching length through the tight fabric. It takes only seconds for me to orgasm, spilling my thick cream into my skimpy speedo for what seems like hours as I am wrecked by immense pleasure, perhaps the best I have ever felt in my entire life! Oooohh... this feels so good... My legs completely give out from under me and I fall to my knees, still cradling my bulge as the fluid inside ruins my only article of clothing, seeping out from the sides. I'm panting and sweating so heavily now... moaning loudly as my orgasm finally starts to subside.

Still caressing his own lycra-clad bulge, Kad walks over to me. He stands right in front of me as I kneel, still sweating and panting. The crotch of his tenting leotard right in my face, he brings his paw down to lift my snout up.

"Awwww, what's the matter? Did you cum? Good, you're gonna be doing lots of that for a while." he says, grinning down at me.

I'm too weak to move or do anything as he crouches and reaches down through the thick tendrils that compose the surface of this world. He pulls out some small bulbous creature with little tentacles protruding from the sides and many more tentacles from the underside of its body. He pulls open the front of my speedo without any resistance from me and inserts the little creature into my skimpy attire. I moan out in pleasure as I feel it clamp down around me, throbbing once again in intense arousal. I feel the little creature soaking up all of the fluid I've been releasing.

"That lil' guy is gonna eat well tonight!" says Kad.

I can feel all the little tentacles of the underside of the creature caressing me inside my speedo. I'm moaning loudly from the incredible experience. It doesn't take long before I begin spilling my seed once again, this time straight into the creature whose outline can clearly be seen against the front of the fabric.

"N... no... make it stop... oooooohhh..." I say, barely able to contain myself.

"Don't resist, Tag. Just accept it and let it feed." says Kad, his voice so soothing...

Why aren't I doing anything? Why aren't I trying to pull it out? It feels too good, but I have a mission and it's only getting in the way. As my body begins convulsing, rapidly approaching a second climax, I shakily move my hand to the top of my speedo, reaching in to grab the slimy creature. I feel its slimy body and tentacles as it tickles my hand and my aching length. I try to grab at it, but it's so slimy I can't get a good grip. Ooooh, it feels so good. I can't take it anymore! I withdraw my hand from my speedo and let it have its way with me. "I'll get rid of it once it's done." I think to myself.

The pleasure is intolerable now. I feel the little creature soaking up my seed as I spill it right into its waiting tentacles. The writhing form of the creature is clearly visible against the tented fabric. I can't believe just how much I'm cumming! Is this strange pheromone in the air somehow causing my body to produce ten times more sperm than usual? I don't care, it just feels so good!

I can't hold back any longer and I am overcome with even greater pleasure as I am hit by my second orgasm. I throw my head back and fall against the gooey terrain as I send streams of my seed into the little creature massaging me. I lie spread eagle as my climax only seems to continue. I yell and moan loudly, lost in the immense pleasure as everything around me just becomes irrelevant. I completely forget about my mission, about my old friends, everything. Nothing could possibly matter more than this!

"You like that, don't you?" says Kad.

The creature massaging me only seems to begin writhing faster and faster as I spill my seed into it, absorbing it all. Isn't this pleasure ever going to end?! Oh, I hope not! As I continue to lie on my back, convulsing and squirming in my endless orgasm, Kad comes over and kneels down beside me.

"That's right, just keep cumming. Don't try to stop, just keep going..." he says as he places his hand on the outline of the creature inside my speedo.

It's too much! Ooooh! Why doesn't it stop? It feels SO good! I think I'm gonna... Darkness.

I'm not sure how long I'm out for, but when I come to, my senses tell me the creature is still in my speedo. I'm still lying on my back against the gooey surface, but the creature has moved down to between my legs now, and Kad's hand is straddling the front of my speedo as the creature repositions itself.

"Shhhh..." he says. "Don't move. Just relax. There's a lot more where that came from!"

He continues massaging me through the thin fabric. Meanwhile, the little creature works its way out the side of the bottom of my speedo, where it crawls down beneath the tendril-covered ground, no doubt full. Despite its attempts to drink it all in, my suit is still soaked with my seed.

I'm too tired to move, half-asleep as my former friend pleasures me.

"You see, Tag," he says. "everything on this planet answers to me. I control every single life form and plant using only my own mind. I came here several years ago when I just couldn't resist the temptation to ignore the quarantine on the planet. When I arrived, I went through much of what you're experiencing now. In time I realised that I could actually control these creatures. But best of all, I also discovered that they didn't need to be confined to the planet. They must have given me the power to spread them out across the stars!"

Even though I'm half-asleep, delirious with pleasure, I think I know what he's talking about!

"Yes, even the slimes that are now taking over the empire!" he continues. "We've been fighting amongst ourselves for too long! So I decided to use my new power to bring great pleasure to all worlds! Everyone will be happy and content, their very thoughts and free will shall be stripped away, left only with endless pleasure for the rest of their lives! No one will ever be sad again, and my new minions will feast on all their juices forever!"

I can hardly believe what I'm hearing! He's gone mad! He must have been brainwashed by these creatures himself, used to shuttle the slimes into the stars to spread their own empire! I can't let this happen! Ooooh, but it feels so good. Maybe... maybe I should let him win? I'm loving his touch around my skimpy speedo, still slowly leaking my cream into the fabric. No, what am I thinking?! I have to stop this!

"Shhhh..." he says, using his other hand to stroke my chest. "I'm not going to take away your free will just yet. I want you to know why I'm doing this first."

Suddenly dozens of small tentacles erupt from beneath the ground around me. They each begin to tie me down, restraining me completely. Kad begins to rub against my arousal much faster now.

"You know, I've actually really liked you for quite some time now. You always fill your suits out so well! I've always wanted to touch you like this, but I thought you might not approve. But now you have no choice!"

His hand against me feels so good... I must... give in to him... I must... submit... NO!

"Let me go!" I yell. "I won't let you do this!"

"Calm down, hot stuff. After today, you won't worry about anything any more." he responds, grinning as he works me towards a third orgasm. Several tentacles slide over my speedo and begin to assist him.

"No! I... I don't want... mmmmm... please..." I stammer.

Kad moves his head towards mine, and without warning, locks his snout with mine, plunging his tongue in as it explores every corner of my mouth, tickling here and there. I can barely contain myself! After a few moments of this he retracts.

"Soon you'll be all mine." he says. "No matter what, the more you cum, the more your mind will begin to submit to me. You can already feel it, can't you?"

I'm grinding my teeth, trying desperately to avoid another climax, but I already feel my thick cream filling my speedo.

"I... mmmm... y... you're gonna make me cum!" I yell, verbally expressing my intense bliss as I moan loudly. My third climax hits me, just as powerful as the last. I feel the tentacles rubbing me all over, making the experience only more incredible as I explode into my skimpy garment. After what feels like forever, it finally subsides.

"You want more, don't you?" he says, his hand still caressing my aching arousal, a malicious grin across his face.

Now too tired to move at all, the tentacles unwrap me as I continue to lie on my back, panting and sweating. I open my eyes briefly and see something hovering above me in front of the stars. Some kind of pod is suspended in the air, tethered to a slimy tree. The underneath of the pod opens up and, to my dismay, more tentacles extend towards me. They grab me by my arms and chest, lifting me up into the air. My chest, arms and head are pulled into the mouth of the pod as it closes around my upper body, leaving everything below my chest to dangle limply.

In the darkness, I feel another tentacle work its way into my scaly snout and down my throat. Inexplicably, I do not gag on it. Meanwhile, the other tentacles begin massaging my chest and arms.

"You look pretty good in that speedo, by the way." I hear Kad say.

He walks up to my dangling body and caresses my sides and inner thighs, occasionally rubbing along the stiff tent in my speedo.

"You always did have the best frame for tight stuff!"

Now he moves his hand to cup the bulge of my speedo.

"I sense you're not quite mine yet, but you will be very soon!"

With his hand under my stiff tent, he begins to tickle and grope me further. The constant torture I have endured while here has only made my skin more sensitive, and every single movement of both him and the tentacles feels like the best pleasure I have ever known. I shiver, breathing heavily as he teases me, the tentacle in my throat supplying me oxygen.

I can't call out to beg him to stop and my legs are too weak to try and kick at him. I feel two tentacles come up from below, one grabbing hold of each of my ankles, spreading my legs apart. Kad gets on his knees and, now with an even better view of my speedo, begins rubbing me harder.

"Please, just stop..." I think to myself. Wait, no, I don't want him to stop! I want him to keep going, to make me orgasm more! I've never felt this good in my entire life and I hope it never ends! Oooohh...

Through the incredible pleasure I feel his hand move away, then suddenly replaced with the sensation of his tongue sliding all over the front of my speedo. Finally I climax again, my juices spewing from inside my speedo as they drip down onto the gooey surface below. Were it not for the tentacle in my throat, I would be screaming in pleasure. Again, I pass out.

I awake again eventually, but as before I'm not sure how long I was out. I'm still suspended in the air but I'm not inside the pod any more. The tentacles are just holding me here, caressing my entire body, my arms still held above me. As I try to keep my eyes open I hear Kad's enticing voice in my ears.

"You were out for a long time, hot stuff! Enjoy your sleep? You are MINE now, do you understand? Your body and mind belong to me and I can do whatever I want with it! You are just a slave."

His words make me want to orgasm again. As I regain control of my senses I realise I'm still cumming, filling my speedo endlessly as the fluid drips from the fabric. The tentacle in my throat must have done something to me! But I don't care. I love it, and I want it to keep going. I want to cum for Kad forever!

"I'm your slave..." I say. "I only want to cum for you forever..."

"That's more like it!" he says happily.

He lifts his hand and gently holds the underside of my snout.

"You're a good boy, aren't you?" he says, looking into my eyes.

"I'm a good boy..." I say, lost in his hypnotic gaze, my mind numb and unthinking. Nothing matters to me any more than continuing to cum for my master.

"Mmmmm, that's right, my cute lil' plaything." he says, licking his lips.

He moves in to embrace me, wrapping his arms around me. The bulge of his leotard rubs against my speedo, and his tongue slides into my own snout, exploring every corner once again. Some small tentacles slither along my body, sliding into my speedo where they only add to the pleasure I am experiencing at being the plaything of my new master.

"Mmmmm..." I moan as he has his way with me.

My own cum now stains his tenting leotard as I ceaselessly expel my cream. After a short while, I notice that he's been doing exactly the same, constantly excreting his seed ever since I first came here.

To my disappointment he eventually breaks off the long kiss before I can reach another orgasm.

"Well, I think it's time to put you away now..." he says.

Suddenly the tendrils on the ground open apart and below me I can see a thick green liquid that seems to compose the true surface of the planet. Various worm-like and tentacled creatures are slithering around in there.

"Don't worry, I'll see you again in a few years maybe. Right now I have a galaxy to conquer!"

He gives my speedo one last tickle before backing away. Suddenly the tentacles all unwind from me and I fall into the green ooze below.

I hit the green substance and find it to be pretty sticky and slimy, less like a liquid and more like slime. I quickly descend deeper and the slime forces its way into my throat and every other orifice, but I realise, to my pleasant surprise, that this is actually the same slime that is now infesting the entire empire! Instantly I feel it massaging my entire body, enveloping me and feeding off my cum as I pour it endlessly into the sticky goo. The slime inside me fills every corner of my body, dominating me utterly. The pleasure I'm feeling is incomprehensible! I orgasm instantly, straining my speedo amid the gooey substance. I continue sinking deeper until eventually I stop altogether, still climaxing over and over again, the pleasure beyond description.

I feel my mind slipping away, the very last, tiny remnants of my free will being absorbed by the slime that now dominates me inside and out.

For years this goo sustains me, ensuring I never need to eat, drink, or even breath. I spend most of my time sleeping in its embrace, dreaming only of my gooey captivity as I satisfy its hunger. When I am awake, I am lost in the pleasure of my continuous orgasms, climaxing over and over again as the slime pleasures me, forcing my seed out into my tenting speedo and subsequently absorbing it. Surely nothing can compare to this, my body being used as a source of food for this slime, filling every corner of my insides, using me as a home. In return for being its plaything and food source, it never ceases its constant, loving stimulation in my half-asleep state.

I am not the only one here. Other furs and scalies, brought here from afar, clad in their own speedos, leotards, and other skimpy attire, are floating all around me. They too are suspended here by the slime, to be forever used and pleasured for the remainder of their blissful lives. They too continue to cum endlessly into their host as it stimulates them. Occasionally, more and more continue to drop down through the slime, caressed on the inside and outside of their lithe little bodies, tenting the fabric of their various garments as they honour our host with their cum.

In the warm green, deep beneath the open air of the surface world, a swarm of small worm-like creatures swim through us. They attach themselves to our bodies, sliding all over us. In this case, they slide over my reptilian scales, massaging me all over. Several move down into my speedo, attaching themselves to my arousal to feed on my juices, while others force their way into every entry point on my body. It doesn't hurt, nor is it unpleasant, as every single little touch only heightens my pleasure. I simply accept everything, and even if I did want to resist I could not, as the slime firmly restrains me at all times, my body limply held in its embrace. After so many years, my lithe body is no longer strong enough to even try to move. I am completely and utterly helpless as I am dominated by my slimy captors. I would have it no other way.

I feel the little creatures inside me, making their homes in my body where the slime has already filled me up completely. I have no doubt that they shall be here for a very long time. My body is only their dwelling. After about a year, the little creatures finally move off, seeking out a change of scenery in the other captives. However, many of them still continue to use my body as their colony, intent on keeping me as their home. They slide out and around me, sometimes slipping out the front and back of my speedo. They occasionally slide into my only garment and feed off my juices. The slime inside me causes me to produce an endless amount of the thick cum that never ceases to fill my speedo, so the slime nor my tenants ever go hungry.

Another year passes, and I continue to sink deeper into the living ocean of slime in order to make room for new captives as they fall. Like all others, they will quickly come to love it here, safe and happy, one with the caring fluid that brings them to orgasm day after day. Like me, they all continue to convulse in the sticky substance as they obediently excrete their cream for our captors. With each passing year, the light dims more and more as I slowly descend.

In the growing darkness, a horde of much larger worms comes upon me, large circular mouths coupling with my body. One swallows my head, its tongue-like appendage licking and stroking me, then entering my snout to explore and eventually insert itself down my throat. Another attaches to the crotch of my speedo, fondling my arousal with its own tongue as it joins in on the feast. The rest simply attach themselves to every other part of my body, straddling my soft scales with their tongues as they swallow up my arms and legs. I can feel their own sticky insides as they rub against my limbs. As usual, I continue to cum in my skimpy attire as they feed off me and only add to my already heavenly pleasure.

Another year passes and the creatures sadly swim away. However, it isn't long before something else comes along to replace them. A small and circular creature swims up to me, its sides lined with small tentacles and many smaller ones on its belly. It slides in through the top of my speedo, firmly attaching itself to my hard arousal, the many little tentacles tickling me as it too feeds on me. Somewhere in the back of my mind where all my memories have faded, something quietly tells me that I've seen this thing before. But regardless, I happily welcome it.

A year later and the little creature has long since gone to find a new host, and the dark green surroundings are becoming crowded once again. From all around us, there are suddenly thin tentacles moving through the environment, obscuring all sight as they fill area, taking up all available space. I feel them brush against me and wrap around my scaly limbs, one tentacle moving into my speedo to wrap around my arousal and masturbate me.

Several months pass and I stay like this, the tentacle never ceasing to pleasure me in my confinement. One day I decide to open my lazy eyes, and right before me is the crotch of a red leotard almost right in my face between the tentacles. Judging from the surroundings, it is a young canine of some sort, floating upside down. He too filled and restrained by the slime and these new tentacles. I see the tent in his lycra leotard as he orgasms, the thick canine cream pulsing into the fabric in front of me as the slime eats it up.

Unfortunately for him, although the slime is pleasuring him, he does not seem to be experiencing the stimulation of a tentacle masturbating his arousal behind the fabric. My right arm is free and left with just enough room in the tentacles to move, and the slime seems to have given me my freedom of movement back, though is still suspends me where I am. With my free right arm, I weakly move the calm of my scaly hand to the red bulge in front of me as the tentacle in my own speedo continues to make me climax again and again. I place my hand against the fabric and close my palm around the tent, then begin to pump as furiously as I can.

This is most likely some form of entertainment for our captors, as it explains why I have been returned my freedom of movement, as well as given the strength needed. But I am more than happy to help improve the pleasure of a fellow captive, and so I continue to grope him right there in the near-darkness. This continues for many days as I return to stimulate my new friend whenever I am awake. After a while, the sensation of the tentacle in my speedo is complemented by the soft embrace of a paw around the crotch of the skimpy garment. Clearly my new friend is now returning the favour.

Another year or so passes, and despite never seeing each others' faces or hearing each others' voices, we are good friend who work to improve upon the bliss of the other whenever awake. I hope we are putting on a good show for our captors. But soon the tentacles all withdraw and the two of us are left floating in the slime once again. Around us, it's become apparent that many more people have come to litter the area. It's very crowded now, and several of us are rubbing against each other, compelled by the slime that inhabits even our brains.

Spread-eagled, I feel the speedo-clad crotch of a fellow lizard bucking against my sides as he climaxes into the slime. I feel the beak of a young male eagle clad in a thong and breastplate sliding against the bulge of my speedo from between my legs. I feel my left hand land against the soft spot between the front and back of a male zebra's leotard, directly between his legs. Right in front of me, belly-down, is a male beagle, thrusting his hips as he orgasms into the slime. Yes, we are all very happy and having so much fun!

But it cannot last and soon I find myself descending once again after many more months. This time it's pitch black, with only the faintest green light from above. I'm lying on my back, staring up at it, the faintest sliver of other trapped people in the distance. It's too dark to tell if anyone else is down here.

From down below, I feel a tentacle come up and slide into my snout, down my throat. The pleasure is intolerable as it works its way through my insides, finally escaping out the back of my speedo. It turns me upside down like some kind of scaly lollipop. No words can describe how wonderful this feels! Soon, many more tentacles emerge from below, coiling around me into a cocoon. Then I feel something I never could have imagined: ground. My cocoon of tentacles lays me down on the soft and squidgy surface, while that one tentacle running through me is tying me down from the inside.

I cannot see them, but in the darkness, many people float down to me, but their eyes are closed. The slime is forcibly controlling their bodies. They approach me and place their paws and scaly hands over the tent in my speedo that is revealed between two tentacles. They begin to caress and fondle me through the fabric, some even reaching under the fabric to masturbate me directly. This continues on for another year.

In time, the tentacles uncoil from around me and the slime zombies leave to find another plaything. I am left lying on the ground on my back, arms and legs spread out, some sticky substance firmly tethering me down. As always, the slime continues its job of pleasuring me inside and out as I obediently expel my juices for the planet to consume. Occasionally another little tentacle creature swims along and slides into or over my speedo, eventually leaving. As usual, the little worms inside me come out every now and again to play around their living home. Perhaps this is my final resting place where I shall lie until I die of old age, the slime stimulating my arousal in my speedo forever more, eventually to absorb my dead body.

But suddenly everything changes. After many more years, I begin to ascend! The sticky substance on the ground releases me and the slime carries me up. I rise for hours and hours, past dense groups of people, past the giant tentacle monsters, past swarms of other creatures I never even encountered before! Eventually, the green glow around me becomes almost blinding as light shines through my closed eyelids once again. But my scales are not exposed to the open air, for my body is now thinly encased in a layer of slime that still inhabits my body.

I continue to release into my speedo for my slimy captor, cumming in my endless bliss in the alien environment around me as the slime forces me to my knees on the stretchy ground composed of green tendrils. I sit there for many hours. No, IT sits there for many hours. All my mind is gone for good, lost only in the intense pleasure, my body highly sensitive after years and years of stimulation. The slime controls my movements fully, forcing my body to move however it wishes. I am gone, my body now used as a vessel for my captors. However, in the very back of the ruins of my consciousness I can feel something speaking to me. My old master who enslaved me here and sent me into the deep green ocean!

He has a mission for my body.

I sit on both knees, firmly encased in my slime prison as I continue to pulse my seed into my tenting speedo. While my thoughts are completely gone, I can still feel his presence. Somewhere in this environment of green ooze and tentacled fauna I can feel him approaching. He is the master of all of us now, and we serve him obediently whenever he calls upon us to fight for him, to assist him as he dominates the entire galaxy! My body is a tool for him to use, while I simply exist in total submission to the unimaginable pleasure.

There he is, an enormous mass of green slime and tentacles oozing through the landscape. Inside are several other people, suspended within the slimy body as it moves, no doubt feeding off their own juices too. At the top, my master sits proudly atop a slimy throne jutting out from the behemoth. He's not wearing his old blue leotard any more, but instead is wearing a skimpy speedo made from a less-transparent slime. He too has been cumming endlessly as his own arousal is visible through the living garment that is likely pleasuring him even now. He is a powerfully built dire wolf, strong and proud in his appearance.

Around me are countless other kneeling captives, all of them submerged beneath the slime ocean for years but now summoned to fight for him. Our master steps off of his throne, his bare feet against the tendril-covered surface. He takes a moment to inspect his troops, pacing two and fro in front of us. With my body at the front, he takes notice of me and walks up to me, his smooth slime speedo right in my face as I kneel before him, my eyes still closed as all the others are. He hooks a paw under my slimy snout, lifting it up to face his.

"Hey, champ!" he says. "I hope you've had lots of fun down there! Heh, I have to admit, I enjoy the thought of you beneath my feet."

Master giggles, then kneels down himself to place one hand around my cumming bulge through the slimy prison.

"Since you've been so good, I'm gonna give this a big workout later!"

He gently caresses my arousal through the fabric. Even today, I still orgasm almost constantly, my seed pumping into my speedo endlessly as the slime feeds on it. Surely if Master is going to pleasure me it will be an unimaginable experience!

After a while he stands up.

"But first I've got a job for you and your brothers. But when you get back, you're gonna be mine!" he says, standing back.

Suddenly I feel the slime controlling me receive telepathic orders and the gooey substance physically forces our bodies to our feet, where it makes us walk to what seems to be a nearby landed starship. As we walk, Master snaps his fingers and suddenly I feel an explosion of pleasure in my speedo unlike any I have ever felt before! If I could speak, I would be screaming. However, the slime allowed me the luxury of throwing myself back in pleasure, my back landing against the surface as I thrust my hips high into the air. I fill my speedo with more cum than I ever have at a any one time.

"Awwww..." said Master. "You came! Isn't that cute..."

After a few moments of the slime massaging and rejuvenating my panting body I am forced to my feet again where I continue towards the ship.

In time we reach the large vessel and the army walks up the ramp. There's slime oozing from all over the place and the many different captives are placed into random spots around the ship, pressed into the slimy walls. In a random dark hallway, I'm pressed into a slimy alcove, my tenting speedo pointing out into the dark corridor. My body is still firmly encased in the slime, keeping me warm in the cold temperature.

It doesn't take long before the ship begins to rumble and vibrate; lifting into the air for parts unknown. There's a big galaxy out there, and it's going to take years and years to conquer it all...

To be continued...