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Published: 2018-02-17 17:37:25 +0000 UTC; Views: 20815; Favourites: 226; Downloads: 306
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Least Elena has her shoes on for this one.For the next two weeks, I'm hosting another short story contest for someone to come up involving this scene, how she got into it, and maybe even how/if she escapes, can be as long as you want, can even be done in the comments sections, or sent in a note to me if you want, just something that really sets the scene for this picture in the best way you see fit.
And needless to say, if you do do the story on your profile, please link it to me.
The prize for the winner? An exclusive preview of the next pic going up, along with a free request of Elena in any outfit and scenario by herself I can put her in.
UPDATE: The contest is now CLOSED, thank you to all who entered, but there can be only one winner.
That winner is...LoveAndBondage !
Congratulations! You get a free request with Elena, along with a preview of the next picture.
Rendered in Daz 4.9 iRay and edited in Adobe Photoshop CS2
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Man I regret not knowing about this contest because I have an idea for this pic!
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Well hey, if you wanna write it, go ahead!
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She didn't know how she got here - something had possessed her mind and she only dimly remembered climbing down into the sewer, unbuttoning her shorts and shirt and tossing away her bra. Then It surged up out of the shit-stinking morass and oozed up her bare legs. She felt an overwhelming mindless lust from it and … and worse. She felt an amazing orgasm everywhere It touched her, and It hadn't even touched her sweet spot yet. She was terrified out of her mind, yet somewhere deep in her she wanted more.
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I'm assuming she pulls away from the slime until her shoes eventually come off only to be grabbed again.
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Very nice. Elena has some very nice, strong, sexy legs, and I like how her snug-fitting short shorts shows off the beautiful curves of her calves and thighs. Her flannel shirt is a nice touch and is in keeping with the traditional attire of a Halloween horror storyline. And, love that she's wearing sneakers... I find sneakers to be very sexy on a woman, especially when she's showing off her legs.
A potential storyline for this piece has Elena as a nosy, big city reporter who's trying to solve the mysterious disappearance of the townsfolk at a nearby village. Clues led her down into an abandoned sewer system. As she searched through the dimly lit sewer trying to find the story that would make her career and ensure her selection as a national news journalist, she walked upon something soft and squishy. Suddenly, came to an abrupt halt, her sneakers stuck fast. Looking down, she discovered her feet in the middle of a rather wide, yucky green puddle.
Muttering under her breath about the grossness of stepping upon sewer sludge, Elena tried lifting her right foot to back out of the stuff. She managed to lift her foot a few inches, but no more, the green goo stretching like glue and holding her fast. The moment she eased up on her effort, her foot was sucked back into place with a "SPLAT!" She lifted hard at her left foot, but was met with the same adhesive resistance. Again she yanked at her right foot then her left, grunting in frustration and annoyed at the sticky, stinky mess she'd gotten herself into. That's when she felt a cool sensation creeping up her legs.
Elena was shocked to see the green goop slowly working its way up along the strong, flaring curves of her calves. She again lifted hard at her legs, but she only could raise them a couple of inches before they were pulled back into the ooze. Looking about frantically, she saw a utility cable along the sewer wall behind her. Reaching for the cable, she found it was just out of her grasp, so she threw herself backwards and latched onto the cable with her left hand to prevent her fall onto the sewer floor. Using a large drain pipe to support her right arm, she now used the power of her toned arms and legs to muscle her calves free, but to no avail. Elena couldn't pull free, the green sludge adhering tightly to the skin of her sweaty, thrashing legs. She was STUCK!
Elena intensified her futile struggles and screamed for help to no one there, watching in fright as the sewage slime enveloped her knees and slowly took a cold, sucking grasp along the wide girth of her straining thighs. Now planting the firm roundness of her derriere upon the frigid dampness of the sewer floor, she placed her hands around the thickness of her right thigh and tried pushing the sticky ooze off her thighs. The force of her hands pushed the upper portion of the slime back, but bottom part stuck tight to her skin as if it were fused there in place. Attempting to withdraw her hands and make a second attempt to remove the disgusting matter, Elena was shocked to find her hands now caught in the green goop and trapped upon her thighs. She screamed for help, rearing back and desperately jerking at her stuck hands as the slime now began creeping up along her forearms.
Thanks for sharing!
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As Elena regained consciousness, she instinctively let out the cry that had been aborted when she was taken; she tried to get up, but her body refused to move right. Head clearing she realised she was bound at the wrists and ankles. Lying on a sticky, metal grating. It was dark, but she could just about see a bulkhead, pipes, a grilled opening; with the rocking of the floor, she figured she was on a ship.
She'd been at home, getting ready for bed... looked out of the back door, and seen her garbage can on its side, halfway to the street. She'd thrown a shirt over her shorts, put some sneakers on, gone out... it was a trap; they'd grabbed her on the path, chloroformed her and thrown her into a van. But who; the Hounds?
Elena rocked onto her side, and looked around more carefully; she needed a sharp edge to cut her bonds with. Then she heard the ring of footsteps on the gantry above, and froze, trying to look like she was still unconscious. Words echoed down. "Is she still out?" "Looks like." "Damn, I really wanted her to see it coming." "We could hold off." "No, it's too close to waking up, we can't stop it now."
Elena cautiously opened her eye, trying to see what they were talking about. There was a wet-looking spherical green rock about a ten feet away from her; no sooner had she concluded that that couldn't possibly be it when it collpased into a sick-smelling liquid. Abandoning all pretence, Elena wriggled back from it, before coming up against a protruding pipe. As if sensing her movement, the liquid began to flow toward her.
Frantically she sawed her ropes on the corner of the pipe's base. Terror, and anger at the laughing voices of her abductors above her, gave her strength and her bonds snapped. But she had no time to work on her ankles as the liquid flowed up over them, its touch like ice... and its grip as solid as a man's hands. Elena screamed in momentary panic, then again as the grip became suction, pulling her into it. She tried to wrap her arm round the pipe as the liquid flowed further up her legs. Terror still gave her strength... but not enough, as she was drawn inexorably into the fluid.
Once more she screamed as it reached her waist. How could she be disappearing into it, it was only millimetres deep? As it pulled at her, she lost her grip on the pipe. The fluid was trapping one of her arms now, flowing up to her breasts. With her free hand she reached for something, anything, but the liquid had reached her neck; she shut her mouth before it could flow into her, but then it was around her head, blocking her vision. For a few seconds she was lost in blackness and ice...
Then Elena was somewhere else, a maelstrom of wind and snow. Hands were grabbing at her, binding her wrists again, to a length of bone... but they weren't human hands, they were rough and coarse-haired and oddly-joined. She let out one more scream as she saw the half-insectoid creatures that had her now. Others were throwing objects into the pool of green liquid, objects that vanished from sight; the fluid reverted to its spherical form. As the monsters lifted her up and bore her away to her fate, Elena realised this had been simply a trade to both sets of her captors.
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Very nice work!
Do have to mention, she's got short shorts on, not panties, other than that great!
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Alright, I'll do my best to try to keep this entry more brief than my usual stories. Enjoy!
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Elena considered the bet once over: "So all I have to do is go into the sewer maintenance entryway-room thing?"
"And stay there for 10 minutes. And, uh, you have to take your shirt off, too" said Charles, the science-nerd who'd recently strayed from 'having an endearing crush' to 'having a creepy stalker fixation.'
Still, Elena didn't care about all that because his money was good and the bet was easy - 'Easiest $50 I'll ever make!' she thought to herself.
She rolled her eyes and accepted the bet, pulling her shirt off and putting her jacket back on over it with a casual-and-too-cool-for-all-this attitude. "Deal. You got the cash now? Let's get this over with."
Charles looked excited as they wandered to the basement of the college science building - they really shouldn't be here at Midnight, but, he had a keycard to get in whenever.
In the basement, an entryway marked 'sewer access' with a rusted metal door led further down and off to the side.
She considered that he'd be happy to pay the money just to be near her with her shirt off for about 10 minutes.
"Okay, I'll stay up here at the entrance, but You have to go down the ladder."
She didn't see what the big deal was. It was 20 feet down into a dark and foreboding metal chamber, but, $50 is enough to get a student over something like that. It didn't even smell all that bad; nothing a shower or two couldn't take care of.
Charles turned on a flashlight so Elena could see where she was climbing down. Oh, that must be it, he'll turn off the flashlight when she's down there. Ohhh - so scary. Ugh. What a child.
He didn't, though. She stood there, and, he looked down with rapt attention. She stared back up, with attitude. What was up with this weirdo, I mean -
And then she felt it. Her shoe was sticking on the floor; she'd just tried to adjust it and it didn't move.
Whatever it was, it was just outside of the flashlight view, so she didn't see whatever it was - but - it occurred to Elena that she hadn't felt herself step into anything; it'd been the corrugated steel of the floor.
The beam of light wasn't exactly still - so Elena saw a shiny reflection for an instant. Something like water?
And then something grabbed her ankle. Something wet.
Elena shrieked and jumped backwards - but the substance gave little give even with her full body behind it - causing her to stumble backwards and catch herself on the large pipe behind her. It might have hurt a bit in any other situation, but her mind was far from even considering pain in this panicked moment.
Then it was in the light in full. She saw it flow unnaturally up her ankle. The drips that had fllung themselves with the intial grab were moving independently, but as part of the whole, forming back together and flowing upwards, up her bare leg. Up both legs, as she could do nothing but continue to scream.
As the goo expanded upwards, it pulled towards itself causing her feet and legs to slowly move until they were pressed together and cocooned in the seemingly sentient substance.
Her hands and arms had gotten stuck to her thighs in an ill-fated attempt to brush it off.
The loss of movement helped Elena regain her senses - she called out: "Charles! Do something!"
Charles giggled. "Ah - I see you've met my little pet. It's very friendly...and very curious. I can help you, but, we never discussed the forfeit if you didn't stay down here. How about our first date?"
"Charles, this is serious! Fine! Whatever! I don't care - just get me out of ... this!" Elena just wanted out. The goo had climbed to her pelvis and covered it, prodding to find ways under the elastic of her sport shorts. She was never happier that they only had a size smaller than she was looking for.
"No - better yet - you'll be my slave for the next 24 hours. You'll do whatever I want, go wherever I want, and wear whatever I want you to. Agree to that, and I'll tell Fido there you aren't here to play."
Charles really was a little creep. While giving his terms, it'd managed to creep up over her belly; it was poking and wriggling inside her navel. Elena wanted to scream but she had to keep it together.
"That's better than this - now hurry up and help out!"
Charles started coming down the ladder, in no great haste much to Elena's frustration. Her arms stuck to her sides, she was cocooned from the chest down as the good continued upwards. As it'd been prodding and squeezing every bump and curve as it flowed, the same nightmare continued as it flowed up, over, and around the mounds and peaks of her chest.
Elena's breathing was already stifled, but it became moreso as the goo wrapped around her neck and began it's way up her chin.
Charles stood over her, looking down, not moving - only waiting. "Well?"
Elena managed only a few words before she firmly closed her mouth, to prevent the stuff from going down her throat. Wide eyed and pleading, Elena begged: "Anything. Help me."
A second later, the goo crawled over her face and lips. It prodded and tried to get in, but force of will to keep her mouth shut kept it out. A moment later, it just squeezed, sealing her mouth.
Panic set in as Charles still wasn't moving, but the goo relentlessly traveled onward - now beginning to go up her nose.
"That's enough, Fido."
It stopped. She could breathe; just barely.
"Fido, follow" Said Charles, as he began to climb up the ladder. "Sorry, but, I don't believe you'd go through with your forefit. We're going back to my place, and, I want it in writing."
Elena could only make 'Mmmph' noises, glare, and think terrible things.
The goo, with Elena in it, began to roil up the wall - carrying her up with it. It was almost keeping pace with Charles as he ascended. As short trip to his car, and they were on their way.
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Epilogue
For someone brilliant enough to create 'Fido' - Charles was pretty stupid. Elena, however, was pretty smart and good at turning a bad situation around. She'd make sure he'd regret this.
So, Elena endured about 20 hours of being humiliated - wearing a 'french maid' outfit for Charles, doing a few strip teases, giving him back-rubs, and recording herself saying various things on his computer - ranging from mundane phone messages to things like 'I'll always love you' and other, more explicit things. Elena left the recording on, and made sure he incriminated himself as much as possible by asking if he'd use 'Fido' to make her do things if she refused, with him laughing and saying he would. She made opportunities to send the files to herself. She pretended that she was growing on Charles - that she liked being ordered around - and near the end of the 'Forfeit' He let her go - to 'go home to bring some toys over.'
Charles bought it.
Elena went home and layered up. She considered criminal charges, but instead went for civil damages - and sued for the intellectual property to 'Fido.' With the threat of criminal charges looming, it was open and shut between lawyers, and the process to create more 'Fido' creatures was hers.
After that - well - Elena didn't personally revolutionize several different industries - but she owned the patents and founded the company that did.
Ever the pragmatist, Elena eventually hired Charles - his disturbed mind was also a brilliant mind, after all. She had the money and influence to make sure Charles wouldn't work for anyone other than her, but it turns out that such measures were never necessary. Charles wouldn't have ever tried to go elsewhere anyway; he never could quite getting over his obsession with Elena.
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I did not expect Elena becoming a master CEO, brilliant stuff!
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Well, seeing how these things usually end, I thought I'd go for something a bit different
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Great render, you've made that scream look so real.
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Thank you for the kind words!
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Lots of gooey goodness and sexy fun! Hehehe...not that Elena would probably agree with me.
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She should of known celebrating "No Bra Day" was always going to go pear shaped
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... Of course. Of course it had to be saturday, past 10p.m., and no plumber available for the next thirty-six hours. Shit! Elena sent the dustbin flying through the bathroom with a vicious kick, threw on her pants and the small jacket she had dropped only two minutes ago, slipped into her sneakers and armed herself with her toolbox.
'You want it done, do it yourself', she thought and made her way into the cellar. Now, where was that main pipe? She could hear the dripping already. She followed the sound and got to the water pipes.
"Uearghs!" The smell was awful. Nauseating stenches made it nearly impossible to work, and the dripping was unnerving. Every move on the murky floor made a creepy, slurping sound, and the damp coldness sent shivers down her spine. Elena worked as fast as she could, nervously hammering her wrench against the metal if something didn't work as she wanted.
"Now hold your shit, you stinking bugger!", she shouted angrily, winding the duct tape ten times around the fixed pipe. "At least now I have TWO good reasons to take a nice, hot shower!!"
She didn't realize what was wrong as the first drop touched her ankle. She just reacted instinctively, spinning around, screaming. Her toolbox went off into nirvana, and when she saw what had gotten her, she screamed even louder. Whatever it was, it was slimy, cold and very hungry...
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The expression of the face is great! It is very believable! Very real!
A great job! I liked it a lot!!!
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Awesome, that expression on her face tells the story.
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Thank you, really glad how well it turned out
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Excellent, better when slime Will cover half part of body
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