Bob dreamt of a dark room filled with black ooze, yet still, he could see. What he felt made him wish he could not see as his eyes fell upon an old woman standing straight with closed eyes and head hung down. He raised his hands to look at them, watching as the flesh on his arms melted. With widened eyes, Bob could not help but let out a painful scream, causing the old lady's head to snap up and look directly at him.
Her smile scared him, so she stretched her skinny arm out to grab Bob. As her hand reached out to Bob, his form was suddenly pulled toward her direction. Once Bob was within her grasp, her cold black eyes stared into the young man's laughing, only for a pulse of light to take form and break her grip allowing him to close his eyes. When Bob opened his eyes, he scanned his surroundings in a wide grass clearing.
"You will not be harmed, child. So do not fear," A soothing voice whispered into his ear before Bob closed his eyes again.
Bob opened his eyes and slowly sat up while rubbing his eyes, groaning. As his eyes opened, he looked at Tom and a few scientists taking notes.
"Doc, what the fuck is going on?" Bob asked, closing his eyes and sighing, which he soon opened to look to his side, seeing a calendar. "Oh. Right, a new month."
"And this time, it will be hazardous. I hope we can help you. Unlike the Scp-096..." Tom paused as Bob interrupted.
"Lily," Bob said, getting to his feet and removing his clothes.
"Excuse me?" Tom asked, looking at Bob while blinking his eyes.
"Her name is Lily. Any anomaly I had sex with has a name. Maybe it isn't important to you guys, but it sure is to me," Bob answered, rolling his shoulders back while he hung his head down. "How are they anyway?"
"The anomalies?" Tom asked with a raised brow causing Bob to glare at the scientist, making him clear his throat. "They are being treated with the utmost care."
Bob smiled at this and nodded before focusing on putting on a white robe, sighing.
"Good. I hope so," Bob said, smiling. "You were saying?"
"Right, Scp-106, the old lady," Tom continued while looking back at his paperwork, sighing. "Before we bring you to Scp-106's cell, I was told to ask you about any strange dreams you've had?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Bob asked with an annoyed groan and turned to look at Tom.
"You've been waking up in a panic as of late, one that happens to pop up every beginning of the month when you are scheduled to have sexual intercourse with a new anomaly," Tom asked, narrowing his eyes at Bob.
"And yet today I haven't, so...what now?" Bob asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Strange. Since there is nothing new, we can move on for now, but we will get back to this later, depending on what happens," Tom stated before putting his notepad down. "Come. Let's go meet your new friend."
Bob sighs but nods before following Tom, only to stop in his tracks for a second and look at one of the guards. Tom saw this and turned to look at Bob, seeing him eye one of the guards only to watch as the young man decked the guard knocking him out instantly, causing the other to aim his gun at him.
"What the hell are you doing?" Tom questioned while eyeing the knocked-out guard.
"Dude treated me like an animal last time and even sprayed me for not...OBEYING...I'm no ones bitch. I got a name, fucking use it," Bob answered, staring at the knocked-out guard before turning to look at Tom. "I know I don't have super strength or any means to be a real threat, but I am also no one's slave."
Tom was about to reply but stopped as he placed his hand on the earpiece in his ear, looking away. A heavy sigh escaped Tom's lips before nodding and turning to look at Bob.
"Agreed. The knocked-out guard will be dealt with later," Tom said, nudging his head for Bob to continue following, which he did.
As the three made their way to the next area, Bob stopped by a heavily armored door before it opened, revealing a floating cube.
"Good Luck, Bob," Tom said as Bob entered the room just as the door closed behind him.
Bob went to the cube and took a deep breath while closing his eyes just as the alarms rang. Hearing the sudden alarm caused Bob's eyes to shoot open while looking up, seeing the camera lights were off and the cube deactivated. Soft laughter was heard below him, causing Bob to look down, seeing an ooze-like liquid drip out, only for two hands to spring out to grab the young man's ankles and pull him through the portal. All Bob could do was shout out due to the sudden yank from the unknown assailant that grabbed him, forcing him to close his eyes.
Bob found himself hanging upside down with chains wrapped around his ankles as he opened his eyes and robe on the ground showing his naked body. He sighed with half-opened eyes while looking around to find the old lady inches from his face once he turned around completely. The young man could not help but let out a quick gasp of surprise before calming down while looking at the scp he was sent to make love to. His eyes scanned her form and cringed at what would occur due to her body.
The old lady had black ooze from her skin while being flat-chested yet having an average body build. It was unexpected for an old lady to have such a build, but it did not help since she had no skin, hair, or even a means to hide her teeth which snapped as she chattered them together. She chuckled at Bob's predicament while reaching her hand out and grabbing Bob's neck, waiting for his flesh to decay, only for seconds to pass and nothing to happen. Bob blinked at this and sighed, watching as scp-106 backed up and swayed her hand causing buzz saws to race out of nowhere, intent on cutting the young man's legs off.
As soon as the buzzsaws collided with Bob's skin, the projectiles began to emit a sound that metal would make when trying to cut through a material it could slice. It did not take long before the buzzsaws clattered to the ground with spikes coming out from below, trying to pierce Bob through his eyes which snapped the moment it connected with his optics. The Old Lady stood there confused momentarily, but her smile never faded.
"Laurence," Bob said, looking at the old lady unimpressed while sighing.
She tilted her head before her grin grew at the name given by Bob. Laurence touched Bob's face caressing his cheek before bringing her tongue out. Bob cringed at how long her tongue stretched from her mouth to the bottom of her neck. With a slow swipe, Bab Yaga's tongue slithered up Bob's face before being forced into his throat. The young man gagged at this, not because he could not breathe but the disgusting taste of the black ooze that came with her flesh.
Bob rolled his eyes and started to have his tongue try to twirl around hers, only for it to be dominated in mere seconds while Laurence moaned ever so faintly. Laurence's tongue retreated into her mouth before she faced his erect member with drool dripping from the old lady's maw. Laughter echoed from her mouth before she swayed her hand, causing Bob's hung body to lower, not enough to touch the ground but to the point where her midsection was lined up with his. She swayed her hands, causing the chains that held Bob upside down to split where his legs were now open and another coming up to wrap around the young man's neck.
"...BDSM...fuck me," Bob whispered to himself before looking at Laurence nod slowly. "Welp. I asked for that one..."
Laurence chuckled while bringing her hands to grip Bob's legs to pull him closer. Her hands soon roamed to Bob's member, stroking it gently before her grip tightened around the shaft. Bob grunted slightly at the sensitivity of his cock as he watched Laurence guide his member to her folds. Black ooze dripped from her soaking vagina before pulling Bob's form, forcing his dick to pierce her pussy. A gasp of joy and ecstasy escaped Laurence's maw as her jaw opened, and she leaned her head back.
She moaned while slowly bringing her focus to stare into Bob's face watching as he grunted from Laurence's tightness. Although he was supposed to adapt to all matters of pain, it remained, which made Bob worry. While Bob groaned in pain, Laurence only moaned in pleasure from hearing her partner's suffering. Laurence continued to pull and shove Bob back and forth while her tongue slithered from her mouth to invade the young man's mouth swiftly.
No words were exchanged, just grunts and groans of pain followed by chuckles and moans of pleasure. Bob closed his eyes before her movement grew more violent and quick, with heavy pants escaping Laurence's jaws. Laurence took hold of Bob's knees and pulled him harder into her before finally releasing a shrieking moan. The young man released a muffled grunt and his seeds.
"You...violent...bitch..." Bob panted after Laurence brought her tongue back into her maw.
As Bob's sperm dripped from Laurence's pussy, she swiped her hand, causing the chains around the young man's form to whip about and launch him out of the world she was in. Bob crashed onto the ground, groaning while laying on the ground, annoyed while looking at his form, watching as the black liquid rolled off his body and fell to the floor. Standing up, Bob brushed off what remained of the black ooze and walked toward the door knocking on it. The camera's were all on, as well as the power, as the door opened, allowing Bob to leave the room.
"You know the deal," Tom reminded, causing Bob to nod.
"Yeah, I know," Bob said as he was given a new white robe.
"Anything new?" Tom asked.
"Well, I could still feel pain but not physically," Bob answered.
"Do you know why it happened?" Tom asked.
"It turned her on. That's my only guess," Bob said, rolling his shoulders.
"Do you know how it happened? " Tom asked.
"Not a clue," Bob answered, watching as Tom nodded and swayed his hand, allowing the young man to return to his room, this time led by a silent guard.
"Has the old security guard been dealt with?" Tom asked, looking to one of the scientists who nodded. "Good. Not sure why such an incompetent man was pulled into the organization...guess it doesn't matter now...he won't be heard from again. Scp-8010 is too essential to make him uncooperative. And WE want to keep it that way."
{To be continued...}
Like before, comment on who the next scp should be! No repeats and the SCP has to be organic...ish. OR! We can have an episode of visiting Bob's previous baby mama's.