Prologue

Cold morning Cold dew drips from the barbed wire. An impassive guard with prickly eyes escorts the guest and the prospective buyer.

A long descent to the elevator dungeon and here it is ... a huge armored glass room looks more like a flask and its contents. Two people stopped outside the glass. A young tall man does not tear attentive eyes from glass. A short, breath-taking, aged lady looks at the guest no less attentively.

- And so, as I understand it, this is the very way of producing ... fuel? - the visitor asked without taking his eyes off the glass.

- Exactly. - hurriedly glancing behind the glass answered the lady. - The substance produced here is now the most common fuel for all generators produced after the “Decay”.

- Good. And how much will the full cycle of installation and transportation cost me? Are there instructions for use?

- Oh, do not worry! Cried the lady. - Installation is "turnkey". Also included is one instructor who explains all the control points.

- How many?

- Twelve thousand units.

- A lot. I buy.

Chapter 1

- what are the successes? - A recent guest asked, quickly approaching an engineer dressed in a white robe standing exactly the same glass but brand new, recently installed and tested.

- All is ready. But you can see it yourself. The flask is mounted, loaded and ready for operation. You just need to load the raw materials and the process of development will begin.

Through the bag can not see anything. She is led along long corridors. Long descent to the elevator. It has become cooler. The naked body goosebumped, nipples hardened. Stop. Strong hands release the wrists, which were tightly twisted behind the shoulder blades, tear down the bag and push it into the room. Not a room ... A bright, at first light, turned out to be a dim light bulb under the ceiling, but the mirror vaults magnified its glow many times, however, when the eyes got used after the impenetrable darkness, the bulb ... that's the right name, turned out to be more dim than lit. The petite blonde took an uncertain step forward. There was a squishing sound and a pile of an unknown substance, which before that was lying in a bag near the opposite wall, soared up with four long processes ...

- What is the performance of the complex?

Before answering, the engineer rubbed the bridge of his nose for a long time and twisted his face, obviously trying to figure it all out.

- Depends on the download. He finally began slowly. - With one unit of raw material produced about half a liter of fuel per day. Raw materials are fully produced in a month, which gives about fifteen liters. With increasing load, the output naturally grows.

... The girl didn’t even have time to sigh as she was wrapped from head to toe with wet, slimy tentacles. The legs are tightly pressed together and tightly compressed. Hands were squeezed behind his back. The whole body is entwined and swaddled, except for the head and pelvis, covered with choking rings. A heart-rending cry echoed off the walls and echoed to go for a walk through the flask. A cry broke off with a sob as one of the tentacles penetrated through the open mouth into the throat. The slimy process easily reached the stomach and was so huge that it filled his entire mouth, so that you could not compress the teeth, and the throat and stomach. Access of oxygen stopped. Cut in the lungs was growing. A spasm went through the tentacle and something splashed in the stomach. At the same moment, the process strangely tightened, opening a small groove to the light blonde. The girl was finally able to sigh. She would have fallen to the floor if she had not been so rigidly held by her captor. Even now I had to keep my head held up, making it easier to access my throat — an attempt to lower it blocked the air flow. The body went limp, the muscles relaxed more and more. The injected substance began to act.

The girl felt a soft touch on the ring of the anus.Once the male sexual organ was trying to penetrate her holy of holies, slowly building up the pressure, but she could not even resist - the body turned into a naughty, drowsy jelly. To save She heard a blonde in her head and could not resist. While the appendix penetrated deeper and deeper into the rectum, the throat tentacle left the girl, but she was no longer able to assess her release by hanging her limp doll in strong embraces of choking rings.

- Total, four lashes will give sixty liters of fuel per month, having fully developed raw materials. I understand correctly? This is not very profitable, considering how much this raw material costs and how much it is needed in such a short period of time. As well as self-consumption ...

- Not certainly in that way. - the engineer interrupted gently. - When loading one unit of raw materials per lash, raw materials are produced significantly slower and all four will become unusable not in a month, but in about three. With the same amount of production.

- Maximum forty five liters per unit? Or I still do not know something?

- More. - the worker nodded. - Maximum load of twelve units with full output in six months ...

Through the irresistible sluggishness of the girl felt the tip of the process penetrated her stomach and went to the exit through the throat outside, carefully leaving the path for air.