Lisa comes to her mind. The last thing she remembers is a group of enemy agents rushing into the room and the puff of sleeping gas in her face. She failed. They got her. She has no illusions about her future: they want her dead. If she is still alive, that just means they want her to die slowly.

Lisa opens her eyes. She is lying on her back on a hard floor in a small (but not too small) transparent box, her legs spread and her arms a little away from her body so that every bit of her skin is exposed. She tries to move and discovers that she is bound to the floor by several shiny restraints on her arms and legs, not very tightly, so that she can twitch and wriggle, but cannot break free.

The box is well lit, her head and shoulders are comfortably elevated so she can easily observe her entire body. To make this even easier, she is surrounded by fine mirrors so that she can see herself from all sides and in all detail. Between the mirrors are camera lenses. Surely they are watching and recording her, either to send a message to her bosses or to intimidate other captured agents with the footage.

She looks at herself. She is completely naked. No scratches or bruises, no signs of rape, nothing. There are still traces of street dust on her feet. They didn’t bother to beat her or do anything to her body. They just stripped her and tied her here.

She has a very bad feeling about this.

With a soft click, a large circular hole opens between her feet.

Nothing happens for a minute.

Then a crystal clear, shiny blob of viscous liquid begins to bulge out of the hole, slowly, very, very slowly.

It’s not doing anything, just growing millimeter by millimeter as it approaches her feet.

Lisa watches it fearfully. She does not know what it is, but she does not expect anything good. She has learned enough in her years of intelligence work to know that this thing is not going to help her. And it will not kill her quickly.

In slow motion, the transparent slime reaches her feet. It has grown into a rather thick, almost solid looking lump of jelly.

Lisa feels fear and anticipation at the same time. The lump of clear slime grows into a larger spherical shape, then stretches and expands in all directions. Finally it touches the soles of her feet.

Lisa relaxes, only now realizing how tense she had been the last few minutes. She catches her breath. She was expecting ... she does not know what. Some kind of pain, for sure. There is none. The slime is cool, even pleasant. It does not burn her, none of that.

In the mirror, Lisa can see the slime sticking to her soles and slowly, very slowly, the area of contact begins to increase as more and more slime slowly flows out of the hole. Lisa feels it as if she stepped into a puddle of cool liquid rubber, nothing more. She lies still, watching the slime. There is a slight tingling sensation in her skin over the contact area, and that feels pleasant.

The slime slowly slides between her toes, spreading them gently but as surely as a moving glacier, leaving her no chance to resist. It is a little painful, but only because she is not used to spreading her toes. The slime does not try to break her, it just fills the space thoroughly. Lisa feels it slide under her toenails, pushing them out a bit, but again not trying to rip them off. With all the slight tingling, it even fills in pleasantly.

Slowly, very slowly, the slime engulfs both of her feet up to the ankles. Lisa moves her toes like in liquid rubber and sees them through the clear transparent slime. Nothing bad has happened to her yet.

Lisa understands that she is no longer afraid, but very interested. What is it and what will happen to her?

Now the slime has reached her calves. It is thicker, more viscous, and the tingling has increased, but there is still no discomfort like before. Lisa is curious what will happen next.

The slime spreads across her thighs, sliding between her legs and under her knees, sticking to her skin everywhere, leaving no area untouched.

Then it touches her crotch, slowly, gently, without any effort, without any resistance. Lisa tenses again as she feels the first touch of her private parts. But she still feels and controls her legs down to the last toe, so what bad can happen to her?

She will soon find out.

The slime fills all the delicate folds of her labia, covers her clitoris, and slides between her buttocks, gently spreading them apart. Lisa can’t help but feel the slight arousal from all these touches and the slight tingling in her sensitive areas.

Now the slime begins to envelop her pubic mound. The smooth, slippery goo envelops her labia and clit together, but it doesn’t hurt.

Lisa watches the slime’s progress with fascination as she feels the slime gently enter her holes. It does not feel like a man’s cock entering her, not like a gentle finger. Much gentler, much slower, but the slime enters her vagina, anus and urethra all at once. Lisa gasps at the sensation of cool, smooth goo slowly filling her cavities.

Her clit has never felt so much attention. A constant stimulation as the slime pushes her sensitive nub deeper and deeper into its center. It is not painful, quite the opposite. In another situation she would pay a lot to experience all this stimulation.

The slime is still pushing slowly into her innermost orifice.

Lisa watches the movement of the slime in the mirror. It is a simple, steady process, a gentle pushing in and in, sliding in deeper and deeper, but done in such a way that it feels very, very good.