The Creature and the Host

Sylvia sighed as she stepped through the first set of mechanized doors. She could feel the anticipation and excitement in her joints, her fingers, her toes. She was anxious to be inside the sterile room where the experiment was to take place. She'd been reading and preparing for weeks. The day had finally arrived.

In the first room, she stripped down to her underwear, a black bra and black thong. Her t-shirt, jeans and black flats lying on a pile on the ground. Tiny cameras snapped pictures of her from every angle as she stood with her head level, her jaw set. She was ready. She had no fear.

The overhead light flashed green. The doors opened and Sylvia stepped into the second room.

She had been one of a dozen interviewees from within the company. A few men, but mostly women. They hadn't applied for the experiment, but been selected.

Sylvia remembered when they had narrowed it down to just her and Donovan, a man from the accounting department. Even then, as they waited for their final interview, neither knew what they were being interviewed for. Sylvia went before Donovan and sat before three higher ups, one of whom wore a white lab coat. He stood and explained to her that she or Donovan were to be the first to have contact with a unique life-form discovered deep underground. They said that they had lost a great deal of people obtaining the specimen so this project was not being taken lightly.

The doctor then turned on a video showing her a video of what the team who had gone underground had encountered. Sylvia gaped at the image. A half dozen black sacs hung from the ceiling as the blurry cam stumbled into a cave. A woman with blonde hair pointed a flashlight at one of the sacs. The sac bore the outline of a man's shape, but seemed vacuumed sealed. You could see nose, eye dimples, fingers, toes and a very frank outline of his genitals. The woman with blonde hair shouted something in German(or so Sylvia thought) and prodded the hanging man-sac with her hand. A lengthy moan emerged from the man sac and the blonde woman stepped back quickly as the camera slid backwards.

The video ended abruptly. The doctor explained that the team had been caught by these creatures, which appeared as a kind of worm or snake like creature, but would then bond with a human host. The host didn't seem to feel any pain nor did they suffocate. Instead, the host would enter into a symbiosis with the creature. The creature would further it's lifespan by merging its DNA with that of the human host, while the human host would be kept alive and then released after a time.

Sylvia asked what happened to the team if the creatures released them. She was told that those not initially captured made their escape as quickly as possible, but suggested that live hosts were probably very appealing to these creatures and would not be let go quickly.

Sylvia asked why she was selected. They explained that based on her medical files, the company knew she was sterile. Barren. Sylvia felt a hot flush run into her face. That was private and how dare they know that. That was her business. The doctor explained that this was preferable because they hoped this genetic predisposition would pass to the creature, preventing it to reproduce. They told Sylvia that if she spent 3 months with the project, she would be paid a sum of 15 million dollars and would be allowed to quit the company at the end of the experiment's term, if she would so choose.

Sylvia was blown away. But she couldn't get the image of the sac out of her head. She'd tried some light bondage before, had a boyfriend tie her up, but nothing like this. She asked if she'd wind up like the man in the video and the three higher ups fidgeted around the question. The answer was yes, but in a much more controlled setting. She wouldn't be lost underground.

Sylvia paused briefly, thinking of all she could do with the money. They assured her it was safe. They assured her there would be no long lasting effects. She accepted, cautiously. Then began her training.

In the second room, she was to take off her bra and panties entirely. She undid the clip in her hair and let the long black straight locks flow down her black. The black bra and panties fell to the ground as the cameras observed her. She was a thin girl with a narrow waist and slim breasts. Her nipples were pert and erect in the cold sterility of the room. The cameras captured her porcelain skin, her slender arms and shapely legs. A light mist was sprayed into the room. She could feel the cool wetness kiss her skin as she was bathed; prepared for the creature. All of the outside world was washed away as thick droplets rolled down her skin and onto the floor.

The light flashed green and the doors opened. The containment room was before her. A bright tube light on each wall around the perfectly square room keep the room bright and visible. She took a deep breath and stepped in. The doors quickly shut behind her. She looked down at the thing before her, laying in the center of the room.

It looked like a big earth worm. It was mat black, like a piece of black tubing but had a reflective quality, making it look like a big black balloon animal not yet folded. It lay folded in a pile, coiled around itself. A transparent slime could be seen underneath it. It seemed dead. Sylvia approached it, taking tiny steps forward. Every breath was ragged. She bent down on her knees and looked down at the small thing that lay before her. It was maybe six, seven feet long. Nothing like what she was expecting. Nothing like what Marie had told her about.

Marie had been one of the three who came back from the underground mission. She'd help bring the creature that lay before Sylvia now back to the surface. Marie had done an initial interview with Sylvia after a great deal of training, to explain her experiences. Marie had been one of the people caught and pulled into the creatures, bonded with. She'd actually been found wandered through a forest near the entrance to the cave by a few hikers nearly a week after Charles and Sonya(the blonde woman from the video) had escaped. They found her with the creature in one of the special cages that they had brought into the cave.

Marie seemed like a pleasant enough woman. They'd exchanged pleasantries. Related. Talked. But then came the time for Marie to Sylvia what it was like, what to expect when the creature bonded with her.

"The creature will only be rough with you if you're rough with it. I learned after I'd been taken by a few of them: the less you fight, the better it is for you. You're going to be in there for about a day and a half, then you'll be released. You won't have to breath, you won't have to eat, you won't be worried. Now, I know this is going to sound crazy: but it will be one of the best experiences of your life. I know, it's insane. But the creatures are built this way, it's supposed to feel good when they bond with you. It's so you don't want to escape when their offspring come back looking for their genetic ticket. But it'll feel just...electric. The way it presses into you, forms to you, becomes you. You'll be driven higher than you've ever been. I swear, some of them were practically begging for it when I left. Probably still are. Even the slime they have on them, it's an aphrodisiac, the scientists figured out. It's supposed to calm you, make you feel good, think that this is okay. It's like a drug. I can still feel that yearning to go back to the things, for them wrap around me and take me inside of them. To in the tight perfection again. Just let it happen and you'll be thanking them at the end of it. Trust me. Look forward to this."

Sylvia stood up, her grey eyes shimmering as she looked down at the creature. They had told her it would only be active in the dark, as it had been underground. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but she turned to the grey wall where she knew there were dozens of cameras watching.

"I'm ready." She said flatly. "Then the experiment is now active. Good luck, Ms. Onetara." Then the light across from her shut off. Then the light to her right shut off. The creature began to stir. She could see the ripples of movement in the length of it. Cool perspiration beaded on Sylvia's skin. The light to her left shut off. The creature began to uncoil, to unwind. She didn't know where the end of it was. The light behind her shut off. The world was gone. It was only her and this thing.

She couldn't hear it. It seemed to move silently. For a while, the only sound in the darkness was her own breath. But then she gasped as she felt a warm touch at the side of her shin. Her entire body tensed as the creature glued itself to her.

The skin where the creature's slim made contact was growing warmer...tingling. It seemed to be spreading from where it made contact as well. Her fingers and toes clenched as it wound once around her shins and then climbed higher. It wound around her for what seemed like hours, carefully and closely winding it's flesh around hers. She moaned as it cross her pubis, rubbing some it's glorious slime across the outside of her vagina.

Everything was becoming hot and she was feeling dizzy. Her toes and fingers uncurled and hung limp. Her legs were tight and bound, but she could feel the heat going to her bones. The sexual, manic energy somehow reaching places that it had never been before. Marie wasn't kidding about how it'd feel good.

As it coiled her stomach, Sylvia couldn't help but lose her footing. She should have toppled and fallen to the floor, but she stayed standing. The creature held her tightly, supporting her weight as she fell into it. A tiny voice in her mind told her to run, but it was quickly washed away but the waves of pleasure emanating from her body as the thing's slippery coils rubbed more and more of wonderful liquid into her flesh.

The heat at her crotch was too much and she moved her arm to begin to masturbate, to add to this incredible pleasure, but her arm wouldn't budge. She realized that the thing had trapped her arms at her sides. There was no escape now. She belonged to it, to this thing. She didn't care. She lolled her head back as a coil softly rolled over her small breasts. Her tongue hung out as she could feel the tight muscles of the creature holding, restricting her body. She was practically coated in the slime, but there was no goddamn release. "Fuckkkk..." she whispered.

Though it came, and oh did it come. The creature softly and gently went around her soft, vulnerable flesh at her neck. she shrieked as the orgasm flooded her body. The shriek was stifled as the creature's restricting coils prevented her from speaking, but the currents of pleasure had overwhelmed all of her senses at this point. She could do nothing but pant in anticipation. This was heaven, perfection.

She wore a dazed and blissful expression as the head of the creature was raised over her wrapped form. Her face flush in the darkness, her mouth open to suck in all the air she could to keep her mind from disappearing beneath the sea of pleasure. The creature was almost surveying Sylvia, looking down upon it's prize lovingly, like this was how she was supposed to be. Like it was rewarding her.

Then, at the bulbous tip of the creature, a small slit opened. It lowered and touched the opening against Sylvia's forehead. She could only give a mindless groan as more of the liquid poured onto her face, rolling down her shoulders. It rolled into her mouth and tasted so sweet that she swallowed it all immediately, trying to lick as much off her lips as she could. The coils were still rubbing against her body, writhing and contracting rhythmically.

In her bliss, she almost missed the tightness stretching over the top of her head as the creature pressed the open, oozing slit down over the top of her head. She gasped as it rolled slowly down, over her brow, her eyes, her nose, her mouth and her chin. It was tight, there was no denying that. But it wasn't too tight, it didn't make her feel trapped. It felt safe, and enveloping. The sac seemed to ooze the delicious liquid which never stopped flowing into her mouth and she greedily swallowed it. Her mind swam.

She groaned with displeasure as the coils slowly left her body, but was soon pleased enough again as the black creature pressed further down with it's tight slit. It rolled down her neck and a spasm took her body, her legs and arms surging against the remaining coil bonds. It spread over her shoulders and slide down her arms. Her breasts were caught beneath the hungry lips of the creature and slid inside, where they were kept moist and warm. The entire thing was moist and warm on the inside. The thought of flight was long gone. She wanted more, more.

The creature slid down her stomach and her arms. Soon her hands were caught inside and she could feel the flesh of the creature wrapping around each of her fingers, in between them and caressing them with it's precious oil.

Sylvia panicked briefly, realizing that she wouldn't be able to breathe inside of this thing. But then the creature's lips ran over waist. They tickled her clit briefly before slathering it and her lips with oil. Sylvia came and it was like a radiant wave. Her feet left the ground as she soared. She began swallowing the oil again, and she could almost feel it pouring into every crevice, every pour.

The creature swallowed her legs swiftly, not wanting to lose control of its host. Sylvia was practically dreaming as she was marinated in pleasure. She was now suckling at this thing as it twisted and writhed with her inside of it. The slit slipped over her ankles, down her feet and finally over her toes. They were wrapped and treated like her fingers.

The slit closed as the creature finished. Sylvia couldn't move. She wasn't breathing. The doctor had told her that the thing fed its hosts oxygen in the slime. She didn't have to worry. She couldn't worry. She was in the perfect place, trapped within this creature from beneath the surface.

The creature, happily filled, slithered across the floor of the room. Sylvia came along for the ride, moaning in constant pleasure as another orgasm racked her motionless form. The creature soon found the ceiling and hung itself there, weaving a small sticky web to hold itself from the ceiling, Sylvia suspended upside down within the thing.

Sylvia couldn't be bothered with the little things, like where she was or what was going to happened to her next. She only wanted more of the slime in her body and to stay within this moist, warm and fleshy prison until time stopped.

And if it didn't, then all the better.