Dissolution

Erotic horror. She’s a secret agent, she’s been caught, and how she’s going to die – in a very, very slow and pleasant way.

Lisa comes to mind. The last thing she remembers is a group of enemy agents rushing into the room and the puff of sleeping gas in her face. She failed. They got her. She has no illusions about her future: they want her dead. If she is still alive, that just means they want her to die slowly.

Lisa opens her eyes. She is lying on her back on a hard floor in a small (but not too small) transparent box, her legs spread and her arms a little away from her body so that every bit of her skin is exposed. She tries to move and discovers that she is bound to the floor by several shiny restraints on her arms and legs, not very tightly, so that she can twitch and wriggle, but cannot break free.

The box is well lit, her head and shoulders are comfortably elevated so she can easily observe her entire body. To make this even easier, she is surrounded by fine mirrors so that she can see herself from all sides and in all detail. Between the mirrors are camera lenses. Surely they are watching and recording her, either to send a message to her bosses or to intimidate other captured agents with the footage.

She looks at herself. She is completely naked. No scratches or bruises, no signs of rape, nothing. There are still traces of street dust on her feet. They didn’t bother to beat her or do anything to her body. They just stripped her and tied her here.

She has a very bad feeling about this.

With a soft click, a large circular hole opens between her feet.

Nothing happens for a minute.

Then a crystal clear, shiny blob of viscous liquid begins to bulge out of the hole, slowly, very, very slowly.

It’s not doing anything, just growing millimeter by millimeter as it approaches her feet.

Lisa watches it fearfully. She does not know what it is, but she does not expect anything good. She has learned enough in her years of intelligence work to know that this thing is not going to help her. And it will not kill her quickly.

In slow motion, the transparent slime reaches her feet. It has grown into a rather thick, almost solid looking lump of jelly.

Lisa feels fear and anticipation at the same time. The lump of clear slime grows into a larger spherical shape, then stretches and expands in all directions. Finally it touches the soles of her feet.

Lisa relaxes, only now realizing how tense she had been the last few minutes. She catches her breath. She was expecting… she does not know what. Some kind of pain, for sure. There is none. The slime is cool, even pleasant. It does not burn her, none of that.

In the mirror, Lisa can see the slime sticking to her soles and slowly, very slowly, the area of contact begins to increase as more and more slime slowly flows out of the hole. Lisa feels it as if she stepped into a puddle of cool liquid rubber, nothing more. She lies still, watching the slime. There is a slight tingling sensation in her skin over the contact area, and that feels pleasant.

The slime slowly slides between her toes, spreading them gently but as surely as a moving glacier, leaving her no chance to resist. It is a little painful, but only because she is not used to spreading her toes. The slime does not try to break her, it just fills the space thoroughly. Lisa feels it slide under her toenails, pushing them out a bit, but again not trying to rip them off. With all the slight tingling, it even fills in pleasantly.

Slowly, very slowly, the slime engulfs both of her feet up to the ankles. Lisa moves her toes like in liquid rubber and sees them through the clear transparent slime. Nothing bad has happened to her yet.

Lisa understands that she is no longer afraid, but very interested. What is it and what will happen to her?

Now the slime has reached her calves. It is thicker, more viscous, and the tingling has increased, but there is still no discomfort like before. Lisa is curious what will happen next.

The slime spreads across her thighs, sliding between her legs and under her knees, sticking to her skin everywhere, leaving no area untouched.

Then it touches her crotch, slowly, gently, without any effort, without any resistance. Lisa tenses again as she feels the first touch of her private parts. But she still feels and controls her legs down to the last toe, so what bad can happen to her?

She will soon find out.

The slime fills all the delicate folds of her labia, covers her clitoris, and slides between her buttocks, gently spreading them apart. Lisa can’t help but feel the slight arousal from all these touches and the slight tingling in her sensitive areas.

Now the slime begins to envelop her pubic mound. The smooth, slippery goo envelops her labia and clit together, but it doesn’t hurt.

Lisa watches the slime’s progress with fascination as she feels the slime gently enter her holes. It does not feel like a man’s cock entering her, not like a gentle finger. Much gentler, much slower, but the slime enters her vagina, anus and urethra all at once. Lisa gasps at the sensation of cool, smooth goo slowly filling her cavities.

Her clit has never felt so much attention. A constant stimulation as the slime pushes her sensitive nub deeper and deeper into its center. It is not painful, quite the opposite. In another situation she would pay a lot to experience all this stimulation.

The slime is still pushing slowly into her innermost orifice.

Lisa watches the movement of the slime in the mirror. It is a simple, steady process, a gentle pushing in and in, sliding in deeper and deeper, but done in such a way that it feels very, very good.

Lisa feels very unusually full in her pelvis and lower abdomen. The slime has completely filled her urethra and bladder, her vagina and uterus, and her rectum. Lisa’s belly is bulging like never before (she has never been pregnant), but it does not hurt at all. The slime fills her inside and now covers her outside up to her waist. It all feels like a tight, gentle embrace, and the slight tingling from inside and out drives Lisa crazy. She breathes hoarsely and moans, jerking from time to time in orgasm.

Was that the point, to let her die of endless orgasms? A pretty good way to die, Lisa thinks.

Slowly, very slowly, the slime continues to rise, both over her skin and inside her intestines.

Lisa feels the tingling inside her as the slime spreads through her internal organs, but it’s not unpleasant. She wants more, needs more.

It is impossible. Even if she wanted to, she knows she can’t.

But the slime doesn’t seem to have noticed. Or she herself is unaware of the limits of her own body. It moves inside her, expanding her belly and her groin, spreading her internal organs, sliding into her belly from below, making her feel every millimeter of movement deeply.

Now Lisa is covered in slime up to her neck. The slime has spread her fingers, filled her armpits and collarbones, lifted and squeezed her breasts, tingling her nipples. Lisa is floating in a mild orgasm. Her breathing is slightly labored from the pressure of the slime, but nothing significant.

Lisa is only beginning to worry about what will happen when the slime reaches her face.

She will soon find out. The slime moves very slowly but steadily.

Lisa feels the soft, thick, cool and slippery goo slowly covering her chin, cheeks, ears, forehead and up to the top of her head. She is almost completely covered in a thick slimy substance, only her face is open from her eyes to her mouth. This is the first time the slime has discriminated between her body parts, but it is clearly not going to blind or suffocate her. Whoever designed this thing wanted her conscious and observant to the end.

Lisa is helpless now. She has no idea where this thing is taking her. All she knows is that it feels wonderful.

The slime rises to her lips, parting them slightly and beginning to flow into her mouth. For the first time, Lisa tastes it, and it is nothing special – the same neutral taste that has always filled her empty mouth. It is very unusual to feel something so smooth filling her mouth, like an endless stream of kissel, flowing down her throat, down her esophagus, meeting the slime rising from her stomach. Now she was completely full inside, except for her lungs. Lisa thought she was going to gag and cough, but the slime seemed to override those reflexes.

In a few minutes, the slime covers most of her face, leaving only her eyes and nostrils open.

Lisa is completely helpless. The slime has filled her ears, so she can hear everything as if she were underwater. She is still observing her entire body and is still riding gentle waves of pleasure.

Nothing happens for several minutes.

Then Lisa feels the tingling increasing in her feet and gradually moving up her legs. She looks down and, with a sudden shock, sees her toenails slowly dissolving in the slime. She has not shaved her legs for a long time, but they are not completely clean, not a hair on them. And her skin on her feet and legs is becoming increasingly pink, visibly thinning.

And the hair on her head is thinning rapidly.

Now Lisa fully understands what is in store for her.

But she is helpless.

And it still does not hurt.

About half an hour later, she has no nails, no hair, and no skin. All of her musculature is exposed, like an anatomical waxwork. Thrown into a prison cell as she is, she would probably die of terrible pain, but the slime gently embraces and holds her from all sides, so that all Lisa feels is increased tingling and waves of pleasure. And she can still move her limbs and her body, she can now see the movement of her muscles directly.

Her horror is over. Her feelings are numb and she just waits for the end to come.

The slime begins to dissolve her muscles.

Lisa watches as she becomes more and more limp. In the end, she can barely breathe. She gasps for air. She sees her legs, then her hips and her stomach, completely gone – the bones last longer, but then they fade away like everything else.

She feels her body disintegrating. She no longer feels the pleasure of orgasm because there are no organs left to produce those feelings.

The slime dissolves the nerves and blood vessels very precisely and selectively, so that Lisa is still breathing and conscious, though dizzy, when all she sees below her neck are her pulsating lungs and heart.

The slime pauses for a few minutes, as if to give her one last chance to observe herself. And then it swallows her completely, covering her eyes and running down her nostrils to fill her lungs. Lisa feels nothing as the slime dissolves her head.

After a while, the slime retreats back into the hole. The aquarium box is washed clean and sterilized, waiting for the next capture.

THE END

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