"Kuh, hii!?"

 

Shamia, a petite dwarf woman whose limbs were bound and suspended in midair, suddenly yelp in surprise.

 

A new, high-pitched voice was added to the space dominated by the sweet scent that seemed to melt their mind and the woman's voice echoed.

 

From the surroundings, the charming voices of the cat-eared beastwoman Fama and the rabbit-eared beastwoman Fina echoed, but Shamia could not see them.

 

Her eyes were blocked by mucus, and almost half of her young beautiful face was covered.

 

She knew she was far from them, using the sounds coming to her ears as her only source of information.

 

However, she was somehow relieved.

 

There was no pain in their voices, only disgust. Now there was a sweet tone to it.

 

She didn't know what they're doing to them―― She didn't even understand who was restraining her―― but when a woman was trapped like this, there was only little they could do to her.

 

Torture or sexual intercourse.

 

As military personnel with experience in fighting bandits and criminals, she was not surprised if it turned out like this.

 

It was certainly disgusting, but it was better than being killed.

 

However, that was only if the one doing that was humanoid.

 

Human, beastmen, demi-human―― whatever the species, if it was a humanoid, even if it was a sexual act―― one would give up. One could just paint over the humiliation with anger as the one violating them was a criminal.

 

But right now, Shamia's vision was blocked and she was bound by the slime's tentacles. As the tentacles wriggled, staining her beautiful white skin, she let out a scream like a young girl similar to her appearance at the stimulation.

 

(What the hell is this feeling!?)

 

Shamia writhed in disgust.

 

Shamia, who had fought monsters and criminals before, had been exposed to blood before, and the feeling of being covered by it came back to her. It felt similar to that raw flesh.

 

The difference was that this time it "crawled" directly over her skin, on her arms and thighs, whereas at that time she had been covered in blood and organs from her head to toes.

 

Shamia's hair stood on end at the feeling of that disgusting movement, and she writhed uncontrollably.

 

However, that level of reaction was not enough to make the restraints come off.

 

In her ears, she heard the familiar gasps of her two colleagues. From her skin, she felt the uncanny touch of strange, creepy flesh.

 

Shamia, whose vision was blocked, tried to recognize what was restraining her, without stopping her thoughts to calm her confused mind.

 

"Fuu―― stop it. I-it's fucking creepy!"

 

In the meantime, the tentacles that were crawling on her arms have moved to her armpits, and the tentacles that were crawling on her thighs have reached the line between her thighs and spats.

 

The mucus from the tentacles dripped onto her clean and white skin, staining it, and Shamia's limbs glistened wetly in the light of the remaining magic lamp in the room.

 

The ceiling, walls, windows, and floor were covered with black mucus.

 

In the center of the room, a dwarf woman was stripped of her gear and bound on all fours in a half-naked outfit. ...... A woman with the appearance of a young girl, no older than 15 in human years, gave an immoral feeling.

 

"Let go. Is there anyone here who can understand me!?"

 

Fama and Fina, who had their mouths sealed, heard Shamia's voice, but could not reply.

 

It was impossible for them to do anything when their breasts, groins, and even their anuses, which were not supposed to be used for sexual intercourse, were attacked.

 

The only thing they could do was to understand that Shamia had regained full awareness, and they tried their best to suppress the moans that were still escaping even though their mouths were sealed.

 

They hadn't yet lost their mind to the point where they wanted others to hear their moans.

 

However.

 

"Fuu, guh!? shta, staph."

 

"Staph, st―― nghh, shabe mhe"

 

Even though their reason was trying to hide their shame, their instincts were screaming and asking for help.

 

Upon hearing that, Shamia turned her gaze toward the voice.

 

"Are you okay!? kuh, damn it!!"

 

Shamia pushed down the disgusting feeling of the tentacles crawling around her, and once again put all her strength into her limbs and flailed her petite body in an attempt to tear the slime's tentacles apart.

 

But this time, the slime wasn't silent either.

 

No, perhaps it took a slight interest in the actions of its energetic prey.

 

A thick tentacle reached out from behind her, aiming for her crotch, though Shamia, with her eyes sealed, wasn't aware of it.

 

The tentacle appeared on the mucus floor. The room, covered in mucus, could already be called a space dominated by the slime.

 

Mucus was everywhere, in all directions, and it would not be wrong to describe the place as the inside of the slime's body.

 

"Let―― hyaa!?"

 

The tentacle extending from the floor changed its shape as it approached Shamia, eventually settling on her soft flesh.

 

Perhaps because it was originally mucus, the way it changed shape was smooth, and it touched Shamia's crotch area through the spats that covered her lower body.

 

Shamia immediately lifted her hips to escape the stimulation, but the tentacle that had changed shape in a wavy rod moved upward in pursuit.

 

The tentacle positioned itself like a rope in front of Shamia's crotch, and if Shamia relaxed her waist even a little, she would be pressing her crotch against the tentacle.

 

Shamia was in trouble.

 

It was easy enough to keep lifting her hips up, but maintaining it was another thing.

 

Although she wasn't aware of it, in a matter of minutes her hips would start to get tired, and her hips, which were pointing toward the ceiling, started trembling.

 

It was only a slight tremble, but with the tentacle in front of her crotch, it looked as though she was rubbing her crotch against the tentacle.

 

"Kuh, fuu――"

 

(What... is this)

 

Shamia didn't realize that it was a tentacle, but she thought it was a rope, although she didn't know why it was wet.

 

The feeling through the thin fabric of her spats was soft and damp.

 

As her vision was blocked, she was able to recognize the texture of the tentacle clearly, and she was even more confused when she realized that it was not a kind of rope.

 

Even if she remembered that she had been attacked by the slime and had fainted, but the thought of a monster violating a human had never crossed her mind.

 

That was why Shamia was even more confused―― if she tried to move even a little, the bumps would touch her crotch.

 

"Ugh... humiliating me like this, how dare you――"

 

Only two people heard her words.

 

The slime did not have an organ for hearing and ignoring Shamia's swearing, it began to move its saw-like tentacle back and forth between her legs.

 

"Eh, ah―― fuu, kuh... ugh!?"

 

At first, she was startled, then she bit her lip to keep her voice down, but her instincts screamed as she felt the touch for the first time.

 

Even with such a small body, she was a dwarf that lived long. She had some sexual experience with her own kind and other races, though she hadn't had any lately, so on the surface, Shamia wasn't too distraught, but she couldn't resist the first sensation of a tentacle rubbing her groin.

 

The tentacle between her legs began to slowly move back and forth, the softness of the mucus and the hardness of the bumps keep stimulating Shamia's crotch.

 

"Wha-, nn!? This is, ahh!?"

 

The blindfolded child-like woman screamed out, desperately raising her hips in an attempt to escape from it.

 

However, her hips, which had already been pushed to the limit, could hardly be raised, only making her buttocks shudder as they touched the tentacle.

 

(Awful!? It's raw, it's hard, but it's soft―― what the hell is this!?)

 

Confused by the bewildering sensations, Shamia bit her lip and tried desperately to keep her voice down.

 

However, when she couldn't regulate her disordered breathing, her face turned red and saliva started to spill from the edge of her lips.

 

Without paying any attention to Shamia's reaction, the tentacle continued to move back and forth slowly.

 

There was no urgency in its movements, and when Shamia swayed her hips from side to side, the tentacle followed suit.

 

Her crotch could not escape the tentacle, and again and again, through the thin fabric of her spats, the saw-like hard but painless bumps of the tentacle stimulated Shamia's crotch.

 

"Nhh, nhh, nhh, nhh, nhh..."

 

As the bumps stimulated her labia, Shamia's voice began to mix with a slight sweetness.

 

The adult dwarf woman resembled a human child. It was a sight that gave an immoral feeling, as though a child were being stimulated by a tentacle.

 

The plump flesh on Shamia's lower body was slowly blossoming and began getting erect.

 

It was a normal reaction that was expected from the body of a woman who was being stimulated, moreover, her body knew sex.

 

Her buttocks, tensed up, pushed up her spats, made her flesh feel even stronger.

 

"Fuu, uahh―― stop... stop, it"

 

The mucus was covering half of her face, so she couldn't see what was going on around her, but Shamia's mouth was leaking whispering words.

 

The crotch part of her spats began to make a wet sound as love juices, different from the tentacles' mucus, seeped out.

 

The sound reached her ears, which had become good as she was focusing on it due to her vision being blocked.

 

Every time Shamia swung her hips from side to side. Every time the tentacle rubbed her crotch. The sound of the tentacle rubbing against her crotch reached Shamia's ears along with the moans of Fina and Fama.

 

It was so embarrassing that Shamia uttered a few whispering words while she was being suspended.

 

The wet fabric sticking to her crotch was uncomfortable.

 

At the same time, Shamia's hips trembled as she felt the slightest bumps, roughness, and movement of the thing underneath her crotch as she was stuck tightly.

 

(It is... not a rope, also not a hand―― n-no way)

 

It didn't take long for her thoughts to come up with the answer.

 

It didn't respond to her voice, and the restraints moved like a living thing. It was wet, with mucus sticking to the places where it moved―― it was soft.

 

When the thought occurred to her, Shamia's body went into a frenzy, using up all her remaining energy.

 

"No way, is this the slime!? Hi, hii!?"

 

She realized that she was being attacked by a slime.

 

When she understood that, the female dwarven warrior, who had lived for many years and had fought the Demon King's army, screamed like a little girl.

 

Simply because she did not like the idea of being stimulated by a monster.

 

An enemy of mankind.

 

An existence that they need to defeat.

 

An existence that was certain to end―― the slime that was supposed to attack people. It was not to kill but to violate.

 

Her mind could not accept the reality.

 

......It was a natural reaction.

 

It was more outrageous than being killed. As it was not a reality that women could accept.

 

Being violated by a being that was not of another race and not humanoid in the first place.

 

"Kuh, let go! You, filthy monster!!"

 

Shamia's body flailed, but there was no way she could tear the slime's tentacles with that much force.

 

If it had been a normal slime, it would have been unable to withstand the dwarf's arm strength, but the Black Ooze and its kind have already taken in thousands of men from Fonteau, wild animals, and livestock to strengthen their mucus bodies.

 

If it wanted to, it could destroy a building made of stone let alone the wooden quarters where Shamia and the others were being held with a single blow of its tentacle.

 

There was no way she could break the restraints of its tentacles, and the rampaging Shamia only wasted her energy and was gasping for air.

 

"Hi, hii!? What is this!? What is this!?"

 

Moreover, as she did so, her hips inevitably lost strength, which had been thrusting up to the ceiling as she rampaged, and her labia pressed against the saw-like tentacle under her crotch strongly.

 

The bumpy tentacle stimulated her crotch, which was moistened by the slime's mucus and a little love juice, and she screamed in confusion at the soft, rough sensation that was different from human fingers or objects.

 

There was no trace of the long-lived dwarf, but rather a girl frightened by something she could not see that was appropriate for her appearance.

 

How did it feel about Shamia's reaction? The slime made new thin tentacles from the mucus floor and extended them toward her shivering buttocks in time with the movement of the saw-like tentacle.

 

There were four of them.

 

Each one was thinner than a child's pinky finger.

 

The tentacles wrapped around her thighs, sticking to her skin beside the tentacles that were restraining her legs, and then penetrated inside between her skin and spats.

 

"Hii!? What is it, no―― It got inside my clothes!?"

 

It felt as though a small snake had entered her clothes.

 

The difference was that it was the tentacles of an abominable slime, and it wasn't just a tentacle that had gotten into her clothes, it was a tentacle that had a clear intention to violate Shamia.

 

"Stop!? Get out. Get out of my clothes."

 

It was like a blood vessel, a thin trail of tentacles was showing from underneath her spats, and it led to the place―― the division on her buttocks. It was aiming at the anus hidden there.

 

At first, she screamed at the unpleasantness of it, but when she understood where the tentacles were going, she tried to push it out of her clothes by shaking her hips but shaking her hips meant that she had to push her crotch against the saw-like tentacle between her legs.

 

If she wiggled her ass too hard, it would stimulate her crotch, but if she did nothing, the thin tentacle would approach her anus.

 

"Ugh, uu"

 

The only thing Shamia could do was to force her buttocks to move to prevent the thin tentacles from reaching her anus, and she wept as she could do nothing about it.

 

Tears spilled from her mucus-covered eyes, but they were absorbed by the mucus before they could run down her cheeks.

 

Women were important mothers to the Black Ooze, the main body of slime.

 

A humanoid woman was essential for "increasing its species" that was engraved in their instincts.

 

Therefore, it treated Shamia, who was as small as a child, as though she were a fragile object, slowly and gently loosening her body as not to break it.

 

No matter how much disgust Shamia felt, if she was stimulated carefully, meticulously, and gently like a jewel, her body would loosen up even if she didn't want to.

 

No matter how strong the dwarf was, it was impossible to keep tensing up her body for a long time. Her buttocks, which had been tense in order to prevent the thin tentacles from entering, lost their strength, and her buttocks, which had been raised to the ceiling, were pulled down by gravity.

 

"Uuu"

 

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Shamia realized how helpless she was.

 

In the first place, the concept of fatigue did not exist in the slime, which was a mass of mucus. There was no way she could fight an endurance battle against such an opponent, and in fact, her resistance caused fatigue to accumulate in her waist, and Shamia's buttocks were easily invaded by the tentacles.

 

The four tentacles that had burrowed into her spats invaded from different directions, and when she lost her resistance, they reached her anus easily.

 

As though counting the number of wrinkles in her anus hidden in the valley of her buttocks, the four tentacles began to poke at the entrance.

 

Her most unclean place.

 

Her most hidden place.

 

Shamia wept at the humiliation of being played with and tightened the entrance to at least resist for a moment.

 

However, there was no way she could understand how to tighten her anal sphincter properly, which she was not usually doing, and her little resistance was easily broken through by a tentacle no bigger than a child's little finger.

 

"Hii―― what are you... what are you going to do..."

 

Shamia's usual old-fashioned tone of voice faded, and in the tone of a frightened woman, Shamia asked the slime, who was not going to give her an answer.

 

Naturally, It had no voice to answer her question, but rather, as though speaking in its action, the thin tentacles attached themselves to the creases of her anus from all sides, and then seeped inside the sphincter, which was tightened a little and offered little resistance.

 

There was nothing she could do to prevent the liquid from entering inside, and Shamia's back jumped in disgust as the tentacles entered her bowels.

 

"N-no... don't come in, I don't need it..."

 

A weak voice like a maiden's leaked out, and Shamia finally began to not only shed tears but also shake her shoulders as she wept.

 

A sob escaped from her mouth along with words of refusal, and the strength drained from her tightly clenched fists.

 

It was just purely unpleasant.

 

She wasn't being absorbed and killed by the monster.

 

She was bound and violated. Her mind refused to accept such a reality.

 

It was unpleasant, unpleasant, unpleasant...... Shamia cried, her body trembled with disgust, and rejected the sensations the slime was giving her.

 

But that was something the slime was used to.

 

Even if the slime itself had no intention of doing so, it had seen many women resist being violated by it.

 

A skilled adventurer.

 

A girl with underdeveloped sexual knowledge.

 

A female knight who viewed monsters as her enemy.

 

A stubborn maid.

 

And an elf queen.

 

It had violated these women and had given them life inside of them.

 

A woman who hated monsters to the point of them bawling out was not enough for the slime to feel anything now.

 

The thin tentacles manipulated some of the bodily fluids that had invaded her intestines with movements that showed no emotion, and then recklessly pushed her anus open.

 

"Fuu, nhhh!?"

 

The feeling was familiar to Shamia.

 

Excreting. It was a feeling very similar to that.

 

The problem was that the sensation was so sudden that just earlier, she felt nothing.

 

The sudden desire to defecate pushed her anus open from the inside, ignoring the will of the body's owner, Shamia, and adding the tentacles that were waiting for her. With her anus still open, the four tentacles opened it more.

 

She tried to close her anus, but the tentacles got in the way, and the air touched her anus and intestines, which were wet with the slime's mucus.

 

It was a chilly sensation.

 

At the same time, the inside of her body was being cooled―― it was an unknown sensation that caused Shamia to focus on her hips.

 

As she did so, she felt the shape of the saw-like tentacle stimulating her crotch even more clearly.

 

"Uu, uuuuuu――"

 

As Shamia sobbed and shook her hips in an attempt to escape, the slime's tentacles burrowed into the entrance of her anus, which had been left open.

 

"――uuu, kyaaa!?"

 

Immediately, the mouth that had been closed was opened, and there was no cry for help or disgust but a genuine scream that echoed through the mucus-covered room and into the night sky.

 

There were no wild animals in the nearby forest.

 

Wild birds, which were supposed to be resting in their nests, had sensed the presence of the slime earlier and had already flown away, as well as the wild animals.

 

The only ones who were unaware of the danger earlier were the humans.

 

"Hi, hii!? Not there―― uaahhh!?"

 

The tentacles that had burrowed into her intestines began to move without hesitation, and Shamia, unable to keep up with the sensation of her first anal intercourse, put her thoughts into words.

 

Of course, that wouldn't work on the slime.