Chapter 1

How long has she been here? Just where is here anyhow?

These questions and a few more have raged through Janice’s head every day or at least every time she has woke up from sleep. She has lost track of time as each time she drifts to sleep it isn’t long. Her dreams come in the form of nightmares—nightmares of hideous creatures with sharp white teeth—white teeth that contrast with black latex skin.

It is the stuff of nightmares and the nightmares are hers.

She found that she couldn’t move the first time she woke up here. Well, that’s not quite right. Janice could move, but her mobility is quite limited. Probably because whoever her captors are don’t want her ripping out the tubes that have been obviously transferring nutrients into her to keep her healthy and alive.

She can’t remember that last time any of the black creatures visited her. She doesn’t care. She has already given up anyone finding her. There is probably no one looking for her either—no one except David. She knows he loves her, but how far does that love stretch?

Janice closes her eyes. She feels so tired.

The screech of metal on metal jolts her awake. How long did I sleep? Can I call it that?

Light suddenly fills the small room and Janice has to blink a few times until her eyes adjust enough to see a lack, latex covered figure walk into the room.

‘I see that you have finally woken up,’ the lean, short and voluptuous figure says.

Janice groans as her throat feels itchy and scratchy from not speaking since she has been here. But she feels the urge to speak now—now that there is a female version of the black creatures that have visited her. It is a change—welcoming even, though another human face would be better.

Then as if reading her mind, the black latex skin slowly peels away. The large soulless white eyes disappear. The curly black, shiny hair gives way to blonde curly hair. Beneath the mask is a beautiful face—a very human face.

“What... cough ... am I doing here?”

“You are here because we need hosts for our race. More specifically we need slaves and workers to do our bidding,” the blonde woman answers.

“Please let me go,” Janice pleads as she pulls on the chains binding her wrists above her head.

“In due time,” the woman says. She steps forward and runs a black clawed finger from Janice’s neck, down to the center of her chest. Then she slowly encircles one of the young woman’s breasts. “You have such small titties. How is it you’ve managed so long this way?”

Janice doesn’t understand the reason for the question so she doesn’t answer. Instead she just stares forward at the latex clad woman.

The blonde woman just smiles and then raises her hand to throw it across Janice’s face. “When I speak I want an answer,” she growls. “You will learn you place if you desire to continue living.”

Janice tastes blood. She slowly sticks out her tongue to run along her bottom lip. Sure enough, she has a busted lip. She almost frowns at the thought but stops short when the thought of this woman, this thing, not liking the sight of her doing so.

“Now, we are going to introduce you to our world,” the blonde woman says. “But I must warn you that not every host survives the bonding process. Not everyone has what it takes to serve.”

“And what if I refuse?” Janice bites back at her tormentor.

The woman raises her hand and Janice flinches. She doesn’t go through with the strike and instead laughs. “You are too weak to resist, but you may be strong enough to accept. We shall see.”

No sooner do the words leave her mouth a pair of male black clad figures slip into the room. They carry a large cylinder between them. Janice’s eyes immediately lock onto the container and follow it until it is lowered onto the floor. When she looks up again she sees the woman’s head and face are once again covered in the black skin.

‘That will be all,’ she says to the males. She then turns her head back to Janice and smiles, showing all her wickedly sharp teeth to her. ‘We have few males. They only serve as a means of muscle. Usually we just eat them.’

Janice tries to shrug her indifference. She doesn’t care about their rules or policies. But when she tries she cannot. Her arms have been raised above her head for far too long and her muscle ache to even try such a menial task.

‘I think that I will take my leave and give you some time alone with your new partner,’ the woman says as she turns. Her laughter carries on to Janice’s ears until the door screeches to a close.

Janice’s eyes drop from the door to the opened container. She strains to see over the rim, but the angle that she is at, she cannot see a thing. She struggles against her restraints. She wants to see what is inside just as much as she wants to escape from it. Then to her surprise, she feels her wrists and ankles becoming free, but it doesn’t register until she is lying with her face flat on the floor.

She groans as she spends the next few minutes picking herself up and working out the soreness in her limbs. It’s going to take more than a few minutes to feel like she is back to normal, but she knows she don’t have much more than that. Janice crawls over to the door and slowly picks herself up off the ground. Her legs are a little wobbly, but she can manage to support herself, mostly. She tries to pull at the door, but finding the strength is hard. Then she hears a bubbling sound.

She spins around and her eyes settle directly onto the container sitting in the middle of the room. It bubble again and this time it has her attention. Of course Janice is scared out of her mind, but curiosity also has her in its grasp.

Slowly she stumbles over tot eh edge on very shaky legs and peers over. Her eyes go wide as she sees nothing but red, latex goo bubbling inside. Her mind reels with thoughts and images of the woman covered in the black latex and the men that delivered this container here. Will this turn me like that?

She stumbles back and in doing so loses her balance, tripping over her own already wobbly feet. She falls hard, banging her head on the door. For a moment her vision goes black and she feels a little dizzy. Janice wills herself to stay awake. No time for napping now. Not with whatever the hell that is in here with you.

Janice climbs back to her feet, albeit slower this time. As she does, the red latex goo is seeping over the edge of the container. Her mind screams for her to get out, escape. But she knows it useless. She doesn’t have the strength to force open the door. Even if she did, she is pretty sure it isn’t going to budge. She doesn’t have time to contemplate another way out. Suddenly, the red latex goo rises up in an unbelievable manner. Janice starts to scream as it launches itself through the air at her.

Her raised arm doesn’t do much to block the latex-like goo. It merely hits her arms and splatters around it and into her chest. Janice is slammed brutally against the hard metal door. Once again she comes face to face with blackness and once again she has to fight it back as her mind screams for her body to do something, anything. She blinks away the darkness in time to see the red goo forming into a ghastly shape before her. A head forms and with it the same soulless white eyes. They stare at her as if trying to bore holes through her to peer into her soul, looking to take it for its own. Then it smiles, showing off an array of hideous white teeth just like all the others.

Janice pushes herself away, or at least tries to, against the unmoving metal door. She mumbles incoherently as tears roll down her pretty face. The good continues taking shape, roughly resembling a man. When the flowing mass of red finally settles, the creature thing looks right at her like a predator would its prey. Janice then screams.