Chapter 2 - Sarah Smile

Sarah awoke to the sound of thick globs of-

 
Wait a second, we're missing some key details. You wanted to get right into the nasty stuff didn't you! Last chapter took too long with no reward? You naughty reader you! Well hopefully you get a little of what you came for in this chapter, *wink, wink*.
 
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Clarence, or the rat, has been quite a useful instrument. Seeing into his tiny vermin mind had been an invaluable tool; as well as a great source of amusement. As from the ale-soaked floorboards of old taverns, I (Clarence) learned a great deal of what it means to be an "adventurer" nowadays. Such a tasteless career path. 
 
In my hay day, as a human that is, adventurers were swashbuckling rogues, brave and valiant warriors, etc. etc. etc. As foolishly as they had perished they lived equally with pride. Nowadays the surface world seems devoid of most dangers of the past. No crazed bands of marauders looking to rape and pillage, no crazed band of goblins looking to rape and pillage, no craz- I see a pattern. Anyways there's none of that now, nothing even closely related! Adventuring has become a soul-searching experience for scantily-clad young maidens to explore to their hearts' content. Clarence's memories are fuzzy by the way, some of his rat memories are entirely unintelligible for even a fledgling hive-mind such as myself. What is intelligible is the vague conversation of a group of aforementioned scantily-clad maidens, each one sounding more delicious than the last. 
 
From their tipsy conversation I ascertained the merry band's names; Isolde, Astrid, Sarah, and Roland. Wait, Roland? That's not a maiden name...
 
I peer through the "rat-vision" as far as it'll take me. Isolde, a medium-framed young woman armored in thin scale-male armor, armor which does little to hide her large ample breast. Breast...god it's been so long, can I even get turned on anymore? Her hair is braided in one long braid that falls down her left shoulder, a deep azure. She seems to be the group leader, commanding much of the group's conversation.
 
Astrid, the group's witch presumably, as she's dressed in a long robe that covers much of her body. Not much can be determined due to clothing. What a prude. A witch's hat covers her head (perhaps that would've been a better give away), a few locks of auburn hair descend from the corners of the hat. She's wearing small circle rimmed spectacles. 
 
Sarah, perhaps the group's merchant, is dressed in a commoner’s garb with minor adjustments. Her overall image is grainy, but her smile is quite pleasant. There's not much else to gather about her from Clarence's memory. 
 
Now, lastly, the male. Too busy dissecting the vague memories of my little friend I initially overlooked the muscle of the group. While Isolde may be one of the group's fighters, Roland is most definitely the muscle. A strong and strapping young man, perhaps with a bit of a chip on his shoulder... dark, brooding, a mixture of several anime archetypes... He may actually be a threat, or at least a concern, but all in due time.
 
As they converse I hear whispers of a plan to delve into my dungeon, Ashurai Keep! Except no one knows it's my dungeon... apparently not a single soul has descended into these halls in the last 122 years. Have I been dead, or cursed that is, for that long? A deep feeling of sorrow washes over my being, yet I soon remember that I never really cared that much for my life before... I wasn't much beforehand... But now I can be something, I am something. It's time to make this dungeon great again!
 
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Small streams of blood slipped through Sarah’s fingers, her arm pulsing with pain as she desperately tried to stop the blood-flow. By this point tears were beginning for form in her eyes, “was this the end”, she thought to herself?
 
Everyone in the town said they hadn’t seen a cave troll in years, but that’s what you get when you trust peasants to tell you reliable information! Even when she suspected that there may have been such a beast she had faith that her friends could’ve handled the situation, but things got complicated, especially when the beast had grabbed Isolde… Her imagination was running wild, it was all she had to fill in the gaps of what may have happened to them…
 
When the beast attacked her, and broke her staff, she quickly understood how in over their heads her party really was… she panicked, and fled only deeper into the beast' lair… what a fool.
 
Sarah clutched her arm as tight as she could to staunch the blood, but to no avail. The only thing she had in her favor was low-light vision, a gift of her people’s ancestry. As she had stumbled through the troll's lair the young elf came across a small crevice, a drafty one, perhaps a way out?
 
No such luck apparently, as soon enough she had been shakily walking through these subterranean halls for quite some time… had this been the dungeon they were seeking? Perhaps that beast had set up residence near the entr-
 
Her vision grew foggy, “dammit”, too much…blood…
 
Her knees buckled, her body collapsing onto the cold stone floor, all was los- wait! As her face connected with the floor all she could feel was…goo? It was a thick, gelatin like substance, violet; warm. She attempted to get up, but her wound had proved too grievous, the entirety of her body disobeyed her commands.  Was she to die here, lost on a bed of...goo? 
 
Everything went dark.
 
Sarah awoke to the sound of thick globs of slime colliding with the ground. Her vision had returned to her, movement in her arms had returned to her, but she couldn’t move her legs… oh sweet Mother Astara, had the beast eaten her legs?! She glanced upwards, still planted to the ground by her waist. Her legs had been bound, but by the slime? The only thing that brought relief was that her gash had seemingly been healed, how peculiar? As she lied back down, in attempt to gather her bearings, she couldn’t help but notice… the entire floor was coated with this thick slime; the entire room in fact! She glanced up towards the ceiling, only to see a peculiarly large glob of slime above her. She couldn’t help shake the feeling that it was watching her… was that a rat inside it?
 
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Oh shit. 
 
I got one! Not by own skill al be it, but I was never one to look a gift ox in its mouth! She was gorgeous, truly a beautiful creature, and an elf at that! Her hair was light green, cut into a neat shoulder length bob. I had heard tales that elven eyes were quite exquisite and her eyes did not disappoint. A deep amber. Skin smooth and body taut and ton-
 
“A-are yo-you alive, slime”?
 
She’s awake!? Say something you dolt! This is your big moment! Wait a second, you don’t have a mouth you dumb ass; but how else can I communicate? There may be a way… hopefully she doesn't mind too much.
 
Two small tendrils formed from the slime near Sarah’s wrist, quickly tightening around her thin arms. They weren’t entirely sturdy things, but she seemed to lack the strength to resist.
 
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Dammit, I don’t have the energy to pull out of these...these...things!
 
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More small tentacles formed around her neck, pulling her down to the pulsating mass below. Her head held down, a larger tendril took form just above her forehead; panic filled her eyes, yet she could not scream. As a few smaller tentacles reached out to hold her mouth open tears formed around the edges of  the young elf’s eyes; her fears were to soon be realized.
 
With quick speed and force the larger tendril jutted down her throat, warm slime coursing down Sarah’s esophagus. As it made its way through her body the once taut and lean stomach began to slightly bulge, each involuntary gulp only further sealing her fate. The slime accumulated around her body, massaging her body, small tendrils rubbing against her inner thighs. 
 
As quickly as the slime had entered her it had left. Sarah was left gasping for air, tears now streaming down her red freckled cheeks. 
 
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Hello?
 
In between gasp and short burst of crying Sarah tried to call out the voice, “W-why are you d-doing th-this”?
 
I didn’t mean to hurt you, I guess I just got…carried away. I’ve been here a long time, and the only way I can communicate is by-
 
“Raping someone”, she yelled out in embarrassment and anger!
 
Well…no not exactly, you see I’m not making a sound.
 
“W-what”?
 
This is all in your mind, entirely telepathic, it’s pretty useful.
 
“A-are you the rat”?
 
Clarence twitched around in the large blob of slime.
 
No! Clarence just kind of… resides here. He’s been my only company for a long time, I guess he’s my only friend really.
 
“So you make friends by raping people”?!
 
No. No, no I don’t… I mean I can’t just ask you to eat me! I can’t really say anything unless you do.
 
“So people have to ingest you”? Sarah was trying to put together all of this information at a rapid pace, as nothing made sense in the slightest. “Well I’m not your friend”. In the face of such a strange and overwhelming creature Sarah believed that her only course of action was to masquerade in false bravado.
 
I get that you’re scared, and I before you say anything I know you are; I can feel it. I just wanted to feel the sunshine, and you can’t do that as a mold or slime or whatever the hell I am, it just doesn’t work! But through Clarence I realized that I can feel it through others. Unfortunately for me, and sadly you, a rat just isn’t enough for a big ‘guy’ like me.
 
“Y-you’re mold though, fungus, slime, you don’t even know wh-“
 
I wasn’t always this way, and I wouldn’t go insulting the mass of tendrils that’s in control right now. I want a lot of simple things, things I took for granted in…well in life. 
 
“Control? You think that you’re in control? Just because you’re some fucked up abomi-“
 
The larger tendril quickly plugged her mouth again. 
 
Listen, if you don’t show some humility I’m going to plug a lot more than your mouth!
Tears began to form in her eyes once again, for Sarah the nightmare that was today had transformed into a hell-scape. 
 
The entirety of the slime grew warm and rigid. Was this what it meant to get excited now?
 
Oh no, no, no none of that, no crying. Its just that when I get excited now…things get weird. But for clarification’s sake, yes, I’m in control. Whatever semblance of autonomy you once had, that’s gone.
 
Sarah made a puzzled face, what did he mean by that?
 
It means that I believe I can control you; regulate your emotions, body functions, etc. I simply allow you autonomy now because… I’d like the company. 
 
The tendril slowly slid from her lips, small streams of slime/saliva mixture running from the corners of her mouth. 
 
“So. Let me understand this… as long as you’re, in me, I’m some sort of puppet”? A myriad of emotions flooded through her mind, none all that good.
 
I can make you like it, love it even.
 
“No, please no, I just want to st- to st- to still be m-me-meee”! She let out a loud sob, one of someone with nothing left to lose but their pride and fragments of their sanity.
 
Stop!
 
And so, she did.
 
Listen, for the time being I’d like if you weren’t some meat puppet. At the same time, I’m not going to lie to you. I enjoy this kind of stuff, I didn’t know that I did, but I apparently do… So no promises, now calm down.
 
The tendrils that bound her body relaxed and settled back into the whole, Sarah attempted to sit up the best she could. 
 
“So,” she was struggling to keep her composure “what now”? She grazed her healed arm with her right hand, maybe it’s not all that bad.
 
Now we wait… together… I didn’t violate your memories (yet), so how about we talk and get to know each other; until I can reunite you with your friends.
 
She was apprehensive, this thing had just violated her not but ten minutes ago, but she had no choice. Her only chance at navigating through this crypt was most likely this creature. If she played nice maybe there would be a way to es-
 
Let me stop you, right there, this isn’t the story where you make a dashing escape. Not the one where you find my secret weakness and slay the “creature”. It’s my story, the “monster’s” story. 
Now you can play nice…a small swarm of tendrils squirmed around her ankles…or this goes very bad. 

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