Taken by the Alien Blob

by Adrian Blue

  Taken by the Alien Blob

  By

  Adrian Blue

  © Copyright 2016, Adrian Blue, All Rights Reserved

  Chapter One

  Mia locked her car doors and glanced around. In the light of day, the abandoned warehouses looked more sad than creepy. Busted out windows and graffiti plagued all three of the former factories. Rubble from crumbling walls lined the edge of the cracked sidewalk. Mia adjusted her camera strap around her neck and headed for the closest building.

  The entire area was due to be demolished in a month. It was part of the downtown rejuvenation project. Her editor insisted that someone hurry down and take pictures before it all vanished in a cloud of dust. The other photographer for the university paper was busy taking pictures at the mayor’s annual gala, so the task fell to Mia.

  She reached the front steps of the building and paused. A rusted chain was woven through the handles of the double doors. An impressive, but equally rusty, padlock secured the front entrance. Mia frowned and glanced across the street. The building on the opposite corner sported another rusty chain and lock.

  Mia shook her head to herself. She was not going to break in. Assignment or not, she was not going to jail for a few photos. She turned her back, heading back toward her car, when a shadow caught her eye. She slowed to a stop and craned her neck to peer in the side windows of the factory.

  Whatever it was, probably the shadow of a passing cloud, it was gone. Mia started to walk away when something dark moved behind the second floor windows. It was impossible to make out any details through the filthy glass, but there was definitely something there. A squatter?

  Mia shifted in place. If someone was inside, there had to be a way in. She could slip inside and take a few shots of the ground floor. The person would never even know she was there. A quick in and out. Assignment done. She tapped her hand against her leg nervously.

  The longer she waited the more likely it became that she would lose the daylight. She took a deep breath and released it as a sigh. She would just have to work quickly. Mia jogged along the side of the building until she reached the corner. Sure enough, there was a basement staircase with an unchained door.

  Mia hurried down to check the lock. It was busted, one of the screws missing. When she tried the handle, it turned with a loud screech. The sound echoed in the quiet and Mia winced. There was no way whoever was in the building did not know she was there.

  She held her breath and waited for any noise. The basement stayed dark and silent. No footsteps coming down the stairs, no creaking on the wooden floors above. Mia’s shoulders sagged in relief and she pushed the door open all the way.

  The sunlight spilled in behind her to illuminate a large open room with stone walls. There was a door on the wall to her right, laying partially in shadow. Mia considered the empty room for a moment. She doubted it was the character her editor was looking for. Whatever had been kept in the room had long-since been hauled away.

  Mia snapped a couple shots anyway. One from where she stood at the entrance and one after she crossed the room to the other door. The second door was not locked. As soon as she turned the handle, it swung open on its rusty hinges. The sound did not echo as loudly in the second room.

  From what she could see, it was long and narrow. More of a corridor than a room. Mia slipped her phone from her pocket to illuminate the hallway full of doors. Six doors lined one wall with a seventh at the end of the corridor. Mia held her phone out in front of her and tried the first door.

  It opened onto what looked like an old stock room. Shelves covered three of the four walls, most of them still holding wooden crates. A thick layer of dust covered every surface, particles floating in the light from her phone. Mia backed out of the room to open the next door. One of them had to be the stairwell.

  She opened three more doors before the fourth revealed a narrowed stairwell. Several of the wooden steps looked rotten. Mia moved forward enough to peek up the stairs. It was dark all the way up, not a sliver of light from the ground floor or upper floors. The cramped space felt claustrophobic and she hesitated.

  It was just a staircase. She only had to climb two flights, take a few photos, and then she could leave. Mia sighed at her nervousness. She was too old to be afraid of a rundown old building. With that in mind, she started up the stairs.

  After she turned the corner at the top of the first flight, the stairs creaked ominously. She climbed faster. The light from her phone illuminated the ground level door. She quickly twisted the doorknob and stumbled out of the stairwell. The moment she cleared the platform, it let out a loud groan and collapsed, falling into the darkness below.

  Chapter Two

  Heart pounding, Mia stared at the pit where the stairs used to be. She definitely was not leaving the way she came. She turned away from the stairs and finally took a look around. She was not in the main area of the factory. It appeared to be some kind of meeting room.

  The only other door was on the opposite side of the room, around a long, dust-covered table. Mia eyed the shadows under the table as she skirted around it. Ever since she stepped into the building there had been a strange sort of anticipation burning in her belly. As if something was just about to happen. She could not explain it, but it made her wary of the shadows all around her.

  The floor creaked beneath her feet and she reached out to grasp the doorknob. Mia immediately snatched her hand back in revulsion. The metal was covered in something thick and slimy. She held her hand up to the light to examine the substance coating her fingers.

  The floorboards beneath her groaned loudly. She stumbled back a step, jerking her eyes away from the faint purple glow of the slime on her hand. Mia grabbed for the table when the floor seemed to jump beneath her feet. The floorboards bulged upwards, several of them cracking.

  Mia clung to the table as she watched the floor in confused horror. Was it an earthquake? Nothing else seemed to be affected. The framed photographs by the door still hung perfectly straight. What kind of earthquake only affected the floorboard in one spot?

  As she stared, the boards rose higher than before and cracked open. Purple ooze erupted from the floor. It rolled out in every direction, quickly spreading across the floor toward her. Mia shrieked and scrambled up onto the table. Her phone slipped from her hands to be swallowed by the substance.

  She expected to instantly be plunged into darkness, but instead the room filled with a purple glow. Her eyes widened and she stared down at the ooze that had covered the entire floor. It was various shades of purple, all of them swirling in a way that was almost hypnotic. The light seemed to come from deep inside the strange substance.

  The ooze rose higher, creeping up the table legs until there was a sea of it just inches below the tabletop. Mia pulled her legs in close to her, but she could not stop staring at the swirling designs deep inside the substance. It looked squishy, as if her fingers would sink into it like jelly. The curious part of her wanted to test it.

  The table rose until it was floating on a bed of bio-luminescent slime. Mia gasped as one end of the table dipped beneath the surface. Once the purple substance oozed over the edge of the table, it pulled it under. The tabletop angled sharply and Mia shouted in alarm.

  She grabbed the end of the table behind her, as it sank deeper and she began to slide toward the swirling ooze. The substance rose higher and higher. When it finally touched the bottom of her shoe it sizzled like acid. Mia jerked her knees to her chest and tried to scramble up the nearly vertical table top.

  Finally, it rose too high to escape. Mia screamed as it covered her shoes and ankles, sizzling and smoking. She squeezed her eyes closed, expecting agony at any moment. There was nothing but a warm pressure against
the delicate skin of her feet and ankles. Instead of dissolving her feet along with her shoes and socks, the ooze massaged her instep and rose higher.

  Mia blinked down at it in shock. Her pants sizzled and burned away as easily as her shoes, leaving her bare legs unhurt. The warmth gently squeezed her calves and Mia gasped at the sensation. It was an odd combination of a warm bath and a massage. She had just started to relax when it reached her mid-thigh.

  The comfort gave way to pleasure. The ooze pulsed around her legs, rubbing at her inner thighs like a tease. It sent confusing signals to her brain. She knew it was not intended to be arousing, but she could feel her pussy tingle in awareness. Mia grabbed the edge of the table tighter and tried to pull herself away.

  She could not move an inch. Despite the gentle pressure of the substance on her skin, it held her firmly. Mia held her breath as it crept higher. When it finally made contact, she gasped in shocked pleasure. The warmth oozed up between her folds, pressing and massaging at her clit, before finding her entrance and easing inside.

  Mia arched, a choked cry leaving her lips, as it slid deeper. It filled up every empty place inside her, stretching her to a level of fullness she had never felt before. It rippled and pulsed deep inside her and pressed on and around her clit. It was an inescapable pleasure. She could do nothing but weakly claw at the table as it wrenched an orgasm from her.

  She stared up at the dark ceiling in shock. She had never come so fast in her life. Before she could ponder it too deeply, the same gentle filling began in her back passage. Mia groaned as warmth eased into her, as deep and stretching as the feeling in her pussy. She knew she had to be soaking wet, but she could not feel anything but the pulsing inside her.

  Pleasure rose inside her again. Her thighs tensed and she screamed in pleasure, both passages clamping down on the substance filling her. Her body shivered in overstimulated shock. The warmth slide up her ribcage and cupped the underside of her breasts. Before she could take a full breath, it rose to cover her chest completely.

  The heat and pressure closed around her nipples and she cried out. Her pussy pulsed hard as she came. She thrashed as much as she could in the firm hold, not sure if she was trying to escape the pleasure or beg for more. She could feel her clit throbbing in time with her heartbeat, the tormented nub sending out pulse after pulse of pleasure as the pressure continued.

  The ooze gently squeezed her nipples the same way it massaged her clit. Mia was not sure how much longer she could take it. When the ooze trapped her arms, she was too tired to put up even a token fight. Her entire body felt warm and safe and the constant hum of pleasure made it difficult to breath without gasping.

  When it did finally covered her face she was too exhausted to be concerned.

  Chapter Three

  Mia carefully made her way across the underground cavern. The gelatinous mountain in front of her was the only source of light in the darkness. The blob had grown in the three days she had been away. It would want to spawn again soon.

  She looked down at her slightly swollen belly and smiled. After it filled her the first time, there was no question about her returning again and again. The blob was large when it took her the first time, in the building that had been above the cavern, but it had grown to the size of several city buses since then.

  It was difficult to believe it had once fit inside the basketball-sized ship that sat in the corner of the chamber. She was not sure why it had come to Earth or where it came from. Its ability to destroy anything it touched made her think it must have been a predator on its homeworld, but it had never harmed her.

  Mia smiled when she reached the center of the chamber. The purple mass moved toward her with an air of impatience, as she slowly shed her clothes. At one time, the huge blob would have terrified her. Now, she calmly walked forward and fell into the mass. It closed in all around her, hugging her body.

  She giggled as it tugged gently at her toes and eased her thighs apart. Mia sighed in pleasure when it slipped into her. She had been wet from the second she parked outside. In truth, she was usually aroused to some degree. The small spawn inside her had a tendency to wiggle. Sometimes, sending a thin tendril down through her cervix to examine her pussy.

  She had moved to online classes after having a screaming orgasm in the middle of a lecture. It was probably for the best, anyway. People had started asking questions about her vanishing for days at a time and her wardrobe of oversized shirts. She had a feeling it was time for the spawn to leave the safety of her body.

  As if hearing her thoughts, the blob slowly began to expand inside her pussy. Mia moaned in pleasure as it massaged her swollen clit and stretched her open. Before the blob, she had never felt the need to have sex. Now, she craved the alien’s touch all of the time. She could barely remember what it felt like to be a virgin.

  The blob cradled her body, driving her crazy with the gentle pressure to her nipples and clit. She gasped when the spawn inside her wiggled downwards. Her pussy felt stuffed, stretched wider than the blob had ever pushed her before. It made her whine in confused pleasure, jerking her hips helplessly.

  It ached, but it felt good. She could not make sense of it. Mia squeezed her eyes closed and let the pleasure build. Her breath caught at the moment the spawn slipped through her cervix and she came, screaming and shaking in ecstasy. Tears slipped from her tightly closed eyes, as ripples of pleasure made her pussy clench over and over.

  She whined when the spawn finally slipped from her stretched body. The blob immediately slid back inside her and she came again. Her pussy was sore, but the soothing heat made her want to jerk her hips into the fullness. The blob massaged her full breasts, gently pinching her hard nipples. Combined with the unyielding pressure on her oversensitive clit, she sobbed through her next orgasm.

  Her entire body felt like a raw nerve, craving more but already pushed to the edge. Every ripple inside her, every tug on her clit, made her whine and writhe in agonized pleasure. She lost track of how long it went on. Her screams echoed in the high-ceiling chamber as the blob made her come over and over.

  She drifted on a wave of ecstasy, barely noticing when another small spawn took its place deep inside her. Mia slowly came back to herself what felt like hours later. The blob was still cradling her, but it was no longer intent on stimulating her. It was gently rocking her from side to side.

  Mia let out a shaky sigh, not even trying to move. Her muscles would not support her, even if the blob would release her. Which she doubted. It was always more possessive right after it placed its spawn inside her. It would take her again once she regained her strength, and in a few months, the cycle would begin again.

  Mia glanced over to see the blob expanding across the cavern floor. In a year, it would be too large for the huge cavern. She wondered what would happen then. Her thoughts were derailed by a gentle massage between the cheeks of her ass. The warmth slowly eased inside her back passage and she moaned wantonly.

  It was another kind of pleasure to be filled there. Her sore pussy clenched and she whined. Mia wiggled as much as she could, begging for more. The blob stretched her back passage, before slipping inside her pussy again. Mia groaned in a combination of pain and pleasure. Soon, both places were stuffed full.

  Broken cries fell from her lips, as the blob began to ripple and massage her passages. Her legs were spread wide, held open by the blob’s unbreakable grip. She could not even move her hips into the movement. Mia whined at the first touch to her sensitive clit.

  The blob surrounded the little nub and began to rhythmically squeeze. The world narrowed down to the thick warmth inside her and the pleasurable torment of her body. Her breath hitched, as the blob pushed her closer to ecstasy. A gentle tug on her clit made her spine arch and Mia screamed.

  She came, crying out her pleasure to the dark cavern. Before one crest ended another started. Her thighs trembled in the unbreakable hold, as her body clamped down on the thickness filling her passages. She wailed when another orgasm
chased the second. Mia babbled incoherently, begging for more even as tears ran down her cheeks.

  It was too much. She was still coming when her body collapsed in exhaustion. Mia floated away on a warm bed of ecstasy, the blob still pulsing gently inside her.

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