Quicksand

Shauna froze in terror for a moment. "Please," she said, hoping against hope that she was wrong about these people. "Please, my friend, we got separated from our tour group and she fell into quicksand, and it...it did something to her, please help me get her to a doctor. Please."

The man nodded absently, his face a mask of concern. Shauna felt a sick certainty that he was about to take that mask off. "Was the quicksand near a rubber tree?" Shauna nodded helplessly. "Yes, that explains it. We've been doing some genetic engineering on the rubber trees in this vicinity to produce a certain chemically-active latex with highly unusual properties. The seeds are designed to only produce one generation, but some of our earlier efforts were a little imperfect. Your friend must have found one of the wild varieties. That also explains the seepage from the roots."

"You...you can do something? You can fix her? Please?" Shauna clenched her hands into fists, unsure whether to fight or drop to her knees and beg. "Please, we don't even know where we are, we'd never be able to..." She stopped, suddenly terrified that she might offend the man. "Please."

He didn't respond. Instead, he looked over at Vicki, waving a hand in front of her face. "You are called to service," he said to her.

"I am called to service," she responded. Her whole posture changed, going from an absent disconnection from the events around her to an eager alertness to obey.

"Hmm," he said. "The embedded commands still seem to work. Of course, it looks like she practically took a bath in the stuff." He chuckled. "The refined substance takes much less to have an effect." He looked over at Shauna, and she didn't need him to talk to understand what he meant. She darted for the door, shoulder lowered.

"Stop her, pet," the man said, and Vicki grabbed her almost effortlessly. Shauna had worked out with Vicki enough times to know that the other girl wasn't any stronger than she was, but it felt like Vicki had muscles of solid steel as she wrapped her arms around Shauna and held her tight.

"Let me go, pet," Shauna whimpered, hating herself for treating her friend like this, but needing to go, to get the fuck out now and find help. But Vicki's arms didn't relax.

The man smiled apologetically. Shauna tried to kick him, but he was just a little too far away. "Sorry, but the 'call to service' trigger primes her to obey a specific owner, not just anyone who commands her. Again, it's a security precaution. Like the hidden cameras in the fields, or the remote entry doors. I hope you don't mind that I let you in, by the way. We don't get visitors out this far very often, and I was curious as to who might have found us. But you really did come here by accident, didn't you?"

"Yes, please, please let us go, please," Shauna sobbed. "You, you can blindfold us and take us to the edge of the jungle, we won't even try to look for this place again, just please fix my friend and..."

The man shook his head sadly. "If it makes you feel any better," he said, taking a small vial of black fluid out of his pocket, "I understand that it really is quite pleasant. Think of it as a sort of happy, waking dream." He uncorked the vial. "Keep her still, pet," he said gently.

"Vicki, please!" Shauna screamed, struggling with all her strength. It didn't do any good. Vicki held her tighter than ever, locking her leg around Shauna's to keep her from kicking, twisting her body like a contortionist to stop Shauna from getting free as the man in the gray suit stepped over to her and poured out the contents of the vial onto her head.

"And release, pet," he said. Vicki let go and took a step back. Shauna wanted to lash out at the man in the gray suit, but she could feel the black, sticky goo running down her hair, and she frantically reached up to try to brush it away. Instead, it just clung to her fingers. She could still feel the residue on her head, oozing over her scalp as it spread out to cover as much area as possible, but most of it was on her hand now. She flicked her wrist sharply, trying to fling it away.

But not only did it stick, it actually oozed up her hand and arm. She watched in fascinated horror as it spread along her skin in total defiance of gravity, easily dissolving her clothes as it met fabric. "As you can see," the man in the gray suit said, "this is the perfected version of the latex. It's a semi-sentient bio-chameleonic fluid that communicates its commands through nerve conduction...but I won't bore you with the details, not when you won't understand them for long anyway."

She brushed at the goo with her other hand as it flowed up her arm to her shoulder, but all that did was spread a thick clump of it to the other side of her body, where it began its own journey. Even the stuff on her head hadn't quite finished its expansion. Distantly, she heard the man in the gray suit say, "You'll excuse me, but watching this always turns me on. Pet? I think I'd like you to give me a blowjob now."

Vicki stepped around Shauna as she tried futilely to scrape the goo off on the wall, and knelt in front of the man in the gray suit as he unzipped his fly. Shauna watched Vicki's head bobbing up and down on his cock, and somehow, despite the horror of the situation, it seemed strangely erotic to her. Vicki just seemed so into it. She wasn't even being touched, but Shauna could tell she was cumming like crazy just from obeying. That sounded so hot.

"No!" Shauna shouted out loud. That was the goo talking. It was affecting her mind as it spread over more of her body. She felt like she was sinking into it; no matter how much she struggled, the pull was inexorable. Like quicksand, she realized, almost laughing at the coincidence.

She understood what it wanted now. It was making her...making her want to serve and obey, making her want to feel blissful, erotic pleasure every time she let go and went blank and mindless for her owner. Making her want to cum, making her a hot, sexy fucktoy, a perfect slut, made for sex, loving sex, loving to obey, loving to be empty and vacant and horny...Shauna felt a tiny trickle of drool at the corner of her mouth. She looked down, her eyes unfocused, and saw the pools of blackness on her body merging into a seamless whole. The latex molded itself around her cunt and Shauna bucked her hips in utter bliss at its touch.

"How does it feel, pet?" The man in the gray suit's voice was thick with arousal, and Shauna whimpered in lust at both the thought of pleasuring him sexually and at being called 'pet' for the first time.

"Feels..." She struggled to form words, to form thoughts as the latex caressed her entire form. She could feel it altering her, perfecting her body as it perfected her mind. "Feels so good...so fast..."

"Yes," the man in the gray suit said. "Much faster than your friend. Moments instead of hours, going so blank s-s-so fast..." She could almost feel it when he came in Vicki's mouth, she was so attuned to his pleasure. Then she forgot who Vicki was. Then she forgot who Shauna was. All that mattered was the blank, mindless bliss of obedience. It felt like a happy, waking dream.

After a timeless while, the man spoke to her again. Somehow, she knew when he was commanding her instead of the other pet. The latex knew. It made her understand. She was perfectly obedient, and that felt so right. "You are called to service," he said. They were the most wonderful words she'd ever heard.

"I am called to service," she replied, shaking with bliss as the last of her mind slipped away into obedience and she sank under completely.

THE END