Victim: Try to communicate
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| - | "Hello?" you queeze, fearful of the monster before you. | + | "Hello?" you queeze, fearful of the monster before you. |
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| + | It seems rather pleased, as a gross smile stretches across its slimy face. It even stretches out a tentacle, as if expecting you to grab it. Fearful it might be offended if you don't, you also reach out. It stretches the slimy thing into you hand and you lightly grip it. It feels soft, possibly easy to tear, as the thing lets out a chuckle. | ||
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| + | Then, in a quick feint, it wraps a collar around your throat, and forms a new cocoon around you and itself, launching you both onto its home planet. The carefully selected chemicals of the cocoon quickly eat through your clothing, except for the collar. | ||
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| + | The alien then pulls out what appears to be a bunch of thin straps made of leather and buttons. Upon you looking at them, it places them on you, dressing you in an outfit of straps that wrap and loop around your body, covering very little skin, but all of your privates. It also happily rides your ass, uncomfortably. | ||
The alien grins, and sends you a telepathic message. Its doesn't come out as plain english, but it gives you a feeling. It is a feeling of knowing you've become this aliens pet, like a dog or a cat, and you find yourself unable to move, now. | The alien grins, and sends you a telepathic message. Its doesn't come out as plain english, but it gives you a feeling. It is a feeling of knowing you've become this aliens pet, like a dog or a cat, and you find yourself unable to move, now. | ||
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{{VictimStat|Equipment=Nothing|Gender=Female|Age=14}} | {{VictimStat|Equipment=Nothing|Gender=Female|Age=14}} | ||
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Current revision as of 01:00, 6 June 2015
"Hello?" you queeze, fearful of the monster before you.
It seems rather pleased, as a gross smile stretches across its slimy face. It even stretches out a tentacle, as if expecting you to grab it. Fearful it might be offended if you don't, you also reach out. It stretches the slimy thing into you hand and you lightly grip it. It feels soft, possibly easy to tear, as the thing lets out a chuckle.
Then, in a quick feint, it wraps a collar around your throat, and forms a new cocoon around you and itself, launching you both onto its home planet. The carefully selected chemicals of the cocoon quickly eat through your clothing, except for the collar.
The alien then pulls out what appears to be a bunch of thin straps made of leather and buttons. Upon you looking at them, it places them on you, dressing you in an outfit of straps that wrap and loop around your body, covering very little skin, but all of your privates. It also happily rides your ass, uncomfortably.
The alien grins, and sends you a telepathic message. Its doesn't come out as plain english, but it gives you a feeling. It is a feeling of knowing you've become this aliens pet, like a dog or a cat, and you find yourself unable to move, now.
Within an hour, you land on some planet. It is a planet where the atmosphere is a breathable liquid, somewhat like water, but brownish-colored and supportive of breathable oxygen. Still unable to move, the alien locks you up to a small post, on a leash approximately five meters in length, then taps you on the head with its tentacle. Within leash reach, is a small little dog house, and another leash going into it. Looking in, you see a young man, about your age, in similar suit to yours.
You...
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| Gender | Female | <- Equipment -> | |
| Age | 14 | Nothing | |
