SPLOT –

     Chapter 2: Splot vs. MASsy

     Date: 06/5/03

     Mars Lovely (marslovely@yahoo.com)

 

NOTE: The following story contains elements of an adult nature, and those less than 18 years of age, or those who are offended by bondage, non-consensual sex, rape and torture should read no further.  All characters are the creation of the author.

 

MASsy stretched out along the edge of the building.  One wrong move and she would find herself plummeting towards the busy street thirty stories below.  She didn’t feel tired, but the biometry reading displayed inside her clear blue goggles indicated her body’s fatigue.  She and Ops had been running extended tests on the latest upgrades to her nanotech neurocircuitry.  Ops had improve the response time by several nanoseconds, which doesn’t seem like much until you are dodging a machine gun’s spray of bullets while flipping through the air.  Also, the command feed from her Control Disc had been remodulated to allow it to cut through both more electromagnetic interference and solid objects.  Some of her recent fights had gotten hairy for either of those reasons.  If Ops didn’t turned over Local Control to Marionette Armor System before the interference too great, she would collapse like a marionette her armor was took its name from.

 

Being paralyzed from the neck down, she would rather have the Local Control permanently and live her life like she had before her accident, but the stress of running her nervous system through the Control Disc was too much for her body.  She could only manage it for an hour or so before the piercing headaches began.  Besides, playing the super hero with a guardian angel was much more exciting then the dull life she had left behind.

 

Rachel,” Ops voiced in its mechanical tone, “I have something you need to check out.”  Sitting up, MASsy raised her hand to her ear to listen in.  She didn’t need to use her hand to hear the voice emanating from a miniature implant within her ear as it directly stimulated her auditory nerves, bypassing her ear all together, but it seemed natural to her anyways.

 

“What’s up boss?”

 

I have a bio-anomaly alarm registering in the park.  It defies classification, and just appeared.  Biowulf agents are being scrambled to the scene, but you are just a few blocks away.

 

MASsy shuddered.  Biowulf was a massive conglomeration with tight political ties.  They had become a de facto police agency for all matters meta-human where the standard police force was out classed.  With its advanced technology, immense R&D and seeming limitless deep pockets, most of the city appreciated it stepping in against the super human menace.  She knew better though.  Half of the agents she came across in the field had been crooks, failed out police, or disgraced former military men.  They did as much, if not more damage, then the meta-humans they came across.  Sure they managed to stop an occasional villain, but usually they showed up and bagged a frightened young mutant who had no idea how to handle their powers.

 

Ops always insisted that they in fact served the greater good.  Accidental or by design, rampant use of super powers could injury or kill the innocent civilians.  Buildings could be replaced, and as MASsy knew too well, human life was fragile.  And besides, according to the press, the mutants were either ‘cured’ of their powers, trained to use them, or in the case of criminals, incarcerated in a humane fashion that convention prisons couldn’t possible afford.

 

Moving in the direction of the park, MASsy leapt into the air from the edge of the building.  As tough as she was, she would never survive the thirty story fall.  The nearly transparent Control Disc flew closer allowing her to grab its edges.  She couldn’t fly with it, as couldn’t really support even her slight 110 pound body, but it could slow her descent, allowing her to glide in a sense.

 

Drifting over the park, she scanned back and forth looking for traces of this bio-anomaly.  In the center of the park was a large statue Lincoln, MASsy dropped from the Disc and landing on the top of his stove top pipe.  From this vantage she had a decent view of the open grassy areas.  Inside of her goggles, the scope raced around the visible landscape, locking onto the targets, human, human, bird….

 

It continued for several minutes, ruling out dozens of mundane life signs.  A few young couples making out, one couple was breaking up, seemingly an average day.  Finally they detected an abnormal heat signature.  “Good thing, the agents will be showing up any minute now.” MASsy spoke to Ops.

 

No, they will be…delayed.  I scrambled their signals so they lost there GPS tracking, and being men, they can’t bother to stop for directions…

 

MASsy paused.  For the first time, the Operator had let on to something about her.  Only a woman would a woman would make a comment like that.  In the months that they had worked together, she had never let on a clue about herself, not even up to now, her gender.  Just that neutral toned robotic voice.  MASsy filed that little fact away, and reminded herself to be vigilante for other slips.

 

Turning to follow the heat trail they had detected, she watched the trail, shown as a white-ish pink trail against the grass.  It arced from a wooded area, curving gently around behind her, towards the statue.  Marionette Armor System turned Rachel’s body, keeping the trail in sight.  The trail leads straight towards old honest Abe.  “Ops, something odd here…”  There was an odd smell, faint, but oddly familiar, but out of context.  She had limited independent mobility at the moment, but she could tilt her head down, where she saw the bio-anomaly.  Surrounding the base of the pedestal and engulfing most of the statue was a shimmering blob.  Aside from the body heat it emitted, MASsy knew it was alive by the way its pseudo pods worked their way up the stature like snakes as thick as her leg. 

 

Evade and retreat…” Ops commanded.  MASsy’s lithe from sprung from the top of the president’s hat, somersaulted twice and prepared to land a safe distance from the thing.  It had other plans.   A new tentacle erupted from its mass with a wet gushing sound.  The arm clubbed MASsy’s exposed left hips and sent her crashing to the ground. 

 

Though she was dazed, Ops continued to command her body into action “Pull back!”  Springing to her feet, she turned to sprint away when the tentacle wrapped itself around her arm.  Yanking back, she felt her arm effortlessly slip from its grip.  Running a few steps, she began to cartwheel rapidly and finally back flipped into a coiled stance, low to the ground and ready to react.

 

Sensors indicate that its outer surface can change its molecular adhesive qualities.  The nanotech’s shielding must repel it from your skin or you never would have been able to pull away.

 

“Good to know, we have something on our side, how the hell did it sneak up on us like that?”  MASsy responded, watching the blob flow down from the statue and towards her.

 

I don’t know, but its biometry readings fluctuate even as we look at it, perhaps it can control them, like a stealth mode.  If it hadn’t rained earlier, we might not have even seen its heat trail on the wet grass! 

 

MASsy watched as the blob covered the ground between her and it in an uneven, oozing method.  The tentacle that struck her leaned back towards the main portion and bobbed, seemingly wondering to itself how she got away.  It was quickly reabsorbed with that same wet noise, “Splot!” 

 

“What’s the plan here?”  MASsy asked Ops, “If it can’t grab me, I imagine I can’t grab it, not that I want to try…” her voice trailed off.  There was definitely something familiar about this blob, the pale white fluidity, even the musky scent that she noticed.  “Any idea what it is?”

 

MASsy moved backwards, keeping several yards between her and the blob.  Occasionally throwing a glance over her shoulder to be sure she wasn’t backing into anything that would hinder a quick departure.  Face forward, I’ll watch the terrain,” Ops ordered.

 

“Like you watched while this thing snuck up on me?”  Normally Rachel wouldn’t sass back at Ops, particularly while in combat, but between the two mistakes she had already made so far, MASsy was feeling concerned.  “You all the way in the game with me today Ops, you seem out of it?”

 

There was a moment of silence.  No, maybe it is best to leave this to Biowulf, there is something…wrong…my head is pounding…  The silence resumed.  A moment later the indicator within her glasses flashed “Local Control established”

 

“Ops?  Ops you there?  Ops!”  MASsy yelled trying to raise her partner.  In that second of lost concentration, the blob lunged ahead launching two tentacles out with amazing speed, “SPLOT! SPLOT!”  It was fast, but MASsy was faster, spinning sideways between the arms and back flipped over one.  Even as she landed, a third arm fired out catching her left shoulder.  Again she pulled away, the sticky goop sliding from her skin, but this time it caught on her costume.  She wore basically a high cut, one piece bathing suit for an outfit, and the metallic bands that strapped around her arms and legs to transmit the neurocircuitry impulses to her limbs. 

 

The black material was caught, and stretched as she tried to distance herself from the bubbling mass.  In the brief tug-a-war over her suit, the material started to dissolve at the thing’s touch.  Jabbing it with the small needles from her wrist, she pumped the tentacle with the paralyzing toxin.  The limb stiffened for a moment, allowing Rachel to tumble to the ground and roll away, recovering into another crouched stance. 

 

In Local Control mode, Rachel had the full mobility and the even greater tactile sensation.  She hadn’t passed the information on to Ops yet, but while in this mode, everything felt amazingly sensuous.  What she felt now was the cool breeze blowing passed her expose breast.  Even the slight movement of air was tantalizing.  Uncontrollably, her nipple began to harden from the feeling.  Rachel gritted her teeth, determined to remain in control.  Living in a body without the sense of touch had been a difficult mountain to conquer, but now she had vivid sensations being sent straight to her brain.  Even cupping one hand over her breast to block the breeze, just sent new waves of titillating pleasure, both from her chest, and from her hand.  To the system, she might as well be touching another woman.

 

“OK,” she spoke to herself, half happening that Ops would reply, “How do I handled this? This thing isn’t going to fall down and beg for mercy if I kick it between the legs, if it even has legs….the paralysis sting didn’t work and there’s not much here I can use to contain it.  Maybe Ops was right, let the Bozo-wulf boys handle it.  They must be getting close.”  With a flicker of her eye, MASsy sent her radio scanner cycling through the frequency ranges that Biowulf agents used.  A static ridden voice reported to the home base that they were in fact entering the far side of the park. 

 

“As much as I hate to fight and run,” MASsy joked, “I think I’ll choose the better part of valor.”  Out in the grassy field, she had no choice but to hoof it.  Normally a few jumps and she would be airborne moving from building to building.  Speaking out loud again, she made a mental note to herself and Ops if she were listening “Stick to fighting solid things IN the city.”

 

From behind she heard the thing gurgling after her.  She had been heading back to the near edge of the park, which would lead this monster away from the agents and towards the crowded streets.  Stopping, she steeled herself and ran back at it.  “Got to time this right,” she thought, though the MAS would be doing the thousand of calculations for trajectory.  As they approached each other at top speeds, she leapt with all her strength over the gelatinous mass.  Twisting and somersaulting she evaded the myriad of pseudo pods that sprang at her.

 

At the apex off her jump, she heard a tremendous “SPLOT!” and something very solid slammed into her.  The inertia of the jump carried her clear of the blob, but as she spun trying to recover from the impact she found herself entangled with another woman.  The two crashed to the earth and rolled down a long sloping hill.  MASsy continued the roll, holding the woman close to get as much distance as she could.  When they came to a stop, she pushed the limp body off of her.

 

To her shock, the woman, though covered in a milky film from the blob, was completely naked, save a pink mask that clung to her face.  She was older then Rachel, by several years, but looked phenomenal none the less.  Her platinum blonde hair was plastered across her face, neck and shoulders.  She coughed and shuddered violently before throwing up the pale liquid residue which splashed over her heaving chest and MASsy’s legs.

 

“Gross!” she yelled, both at the vomit and at the realization that this woman, another heroine by the looks of things had been encased within the blob.  The woman coughed again, splattering MASsy in the face with more of fluid.  A small glob fly passed her open lips into her mouth.  Having rolled down the hill with the slippery woman brushing her exposed tit, their arms and legs wrapping around each other had kicked her libido into overdrive, but the taste of the droplet pushed it even higher, “Cum?”  She sputtered spitting it out, but the flavor remained.

 

“This thing is a giant wad of cum?”  Waves of overwhelming need began washing out over her body.  Despite the predicament she was in, she couldn’t help but to reach down to her crotch, rubbing the damp spot between her legs.  “Oh god…not now…” she moaned using her other hand to fondle her free tit.  She pulled on the hard long nipple, squeezing it till it hurt. 

 

The blonde, having finished expelling the jism from her throat and stomach crawled to her knees.  Beneath her pink mask, her eyes were glossy, lost in a far away fantasy.  Still covered in the slime she pulled herself up to her knees.  Leaning forward she grabbed MASsy by the back of her neck and pulled her close.  She settled into a position with one leg between MASsy’s, her thigh sliding across Rachel’s overcharged clit.  Using both hands, she drew MASsy into deep kiss, her tongue pushing passed the token resistance until they were both aggressively exploring each other’s mouths and lips. 

 

The feeling of sperm all over the blonde’s face drove MASsy crazy.  She abandoned torturing herself to slide her hands through the jism sheen on the blonde to stroke and squeeze her nipples.  The blonde’s areolas were a reddish-pink color, but large and round like MASsy’s own dark colored nipples.  Within seconds the two of them were locked in am animalistic embrace, pulling and squeezing, biting and licking at each other.  Both were glazed in the slick spunk and lapping it off each other’s faces, then sliding it back and forth with their tongues as they kissed.

 

 Oblivious to the world around them, they toppled to their side in a frenzy of groping.  The blonde pushed Rachel’s head down first to her shining breast where she sucked on cum-coated nipples, then lower.  Rachel kissed each inch of her taunt skin, licking and nibbling the finely sculpted abdomen until she arrived at the neatly trimmed blonde bush between her spread legs.  Rachel pulled each leg up over her shoulders and drove her tongue deeply into the object of her lust.  Lapping like a thirsty dog, she lathered the woman’s clit and lips.  For a moment she would roll her tongue against the aroused bud, and then plunge into the wet slippery hole.

 

As the blonde moaned and threw her head back, her skin began to glow a pure white light.  The MAS’s goggled darkened immediately to filter it out, and Rachel was unaware of anything besides her intense desire to suck at the drenched pussy before her. 

 

The light intensified again as the blonde began to float up from the ground.  The glassy look faded from her eyes, replaced with rage.  In a flash she was airborne leaving Rachel on the ground, stupefied. 

 

“You monster!”  She screamed in her native Spanish, “Estrella Noche will be your toy no more!”  She fired twin beams of stellar energy and the bubbling mass.  The lasers burned into the mass, but it quickly reformed unhurt.  Swooping and climbing in a display of aerial skill, Estrella dodged the tentacles and continued firing at it.  She was unable to hurt it, but able to avoid its attacks for a minute.  Channeling all her power she fired one concentrated blast directly at its center.  In an unexpected move, the blob used its pseudo pods to lift it off the ground evading the laser.  From the center of the elevated glob, a new tentacle reached out engulfing the Spanish heroine’s head.

 

Exhausted from her captivity within the beast and the brief battle, Estrella wriggled helplessly in its grasp.  She clawed at her throat, desperately trying to draw a breath of air until the blob’s fluids filled her mouth.  Once saturated by it again, she ceased struggling.  Her chest still rose and fell, but know, as she had before, she was dependant on the cum-like fluid to provide her with air.

 

Rachel fell to the ground immediately after Estrella flew away.  Still overwhelmed by desire she began stroking herself through her costume.  Pulling the remaining strap down, she rolled on to her back and fondled herself. , “Oh god…huh…huh…” she moaned.  Reaching down she pulled the thin fabric, soaked from both the creature’s jizz and her own juices, and rubbed desperately at her own throbbing cunt.  She thrust two fingers, then three into herself while making circles around her clit.  She knew she was in deep trouble here, but she couldn’t manage a coherent thought.  The only thing she could think of was the swelling sensations of lust.

 

Despite her fingers massaging her pussy, she needed more, something deeper and harder.  Searching around, she saw people in the distance, wisely staying away from scene.  Estrella hung in the air, suspending by a tendril, though limp in its grasp, her legs were rubbing against each other.  Lowering the Spanish heroine to the ground, she settled to her knees in front of it and began to grope her breasts.  A portion of the blob formed a growing penis like member, which wrapped around her hips, first drawing her closer, and then snaking its way between her thighs.  Her hands dropped from her breasts to hold the spunk snake and guided it to her pussy.  Thrusting forward she drove it in on the first thrust.  As she slid back and forth on the glimmering pole, it split and like goofy camera trick, spilled up her ass to the small of her back.

 

Rachel, ravenous for sensations that she couldn’t give herself, crawled towards them.  From this distance she could see the milky glob was filling pushing her cheeks apart and forcing itself into anus.  “Ohhhh…yes…yes…” Rachel whispered.  She needed that.  Against all reason, she wanted, craved, needed to be fucked by the cum creature’s huge snake like appendages. 

 

Rising up to walk, she absently pulled the remainder of her costume down past her hips.  It slid down her legs and she stepped free.  Her goggles flashed an urgent warning, something about detecting hallucinatory gasses, but the words had no meaning to her.  She paused, standing tall, with her hands down by her sides, palms turned out and presented her body to it.  “Take me…fuck me…” she whispered.

 

“SPLOT!”  Two smaller whip like tendrils raced out, wrapping around her feet.  They pulled her legs apart, and jerked them out from under her.  Falling to the ground, her head struck hard.  For seconds, there was nothing, no sensation, no desire, just darkness.  Light swirled around her eyes as she fluttered her eye lids, trying to wake up.  “SPLOT!”  Another, larger tentacle emerged.  As it approached, it split into several digits.  Two twined around her breasts, slithering as they went, leaving a trail of sticky sperm along her ribs.  They reached her erect nipples and latched on.  Little needles of pain drew Rachel back into consciousness.  Other splinters of the tentacle reached her face.  They wriggled through her long black hair, pulling on it, drawing her head back so that her tits stuck out further, and her hips thrusted up.  They wormed across her face, entering her mouth and nose.  She choked at first as her mouth and nose were filled.  The salty warm fluid swished in her mouth, pushing itself into her throat as she tried to swallow it.  Rachel used her tongue and lips on it, as if it were a cock, sucking and lapping it.  Unable to speak, grunt or even moan as it filled her stomach and lungs, she screamed in her mind “FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!”

 

Though the creature had some trouble hold MASsy, but once it had encircled her, entered her, it had no problem manipulating the heroine’s body.  Forming another rigid appendage, it nudged at the opening of her sex.  She writhed in anticipation for it, trying to push herself on the penile member.  She tried to use her hands to pull it closer, to impale herself on it, but her fingers only sank into it.  Slowly it entered her, expanding as it went deeper, filling her entire vagina with a warm pulsing flow.  Currents flowed within it, meandering across and around her clit, driving Rachel in a massive orgasm.  Her vaginal muscles contracted, squeezing the invading glob.  A second then a third orgasm raced across her body.  “HARDER…MORE…” she screamed mentally.

 

Accidentally her hand blushed against Estrella’s hip.  Blindly feeling her way, she grabbed her bucking ass, pressing a finger into anus.  There was no resistance there; the tentacle was still ebbing in and out until Rachel replaced it with her finger.  Lifting both women into the air again, the mass engulfed them.  Once submerged inside it, they floated together, embracing each other locked in a passionate kiss.

 

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By the time the Biowulf agents arrived on the scene, their portable scanners found no trace of the bio anomaly.  The park was clear, except for a tattered bathing suit one agent tossed into a garbage can on their way back to the van.