The Collectors
by Zigzwag1243
 
 The Earth is a strange thing, its always evolving, always changing, adapting. It's almost strange really how humanity was able to scar her marble like surface, the greens and blues awash with grey from smoke, smog, and cities. It is got to a point where there was almost no green left. Even with all that humanity had done to our home, it still protected us, it still continued blindly through the darkness as if the speck that was humans covering her surface was insignificant. We are, insignificant. Should our species vanish completely one day the Earth would continue on moving through its path as if nothing had happened the greens and blues will overtake the grey, bring everything that humanity has done to it back to the ground from which it was erected, and after enough time, it would be as if humanity had never existed in the first place.
 If there is one thing more curious then the Earth, it would have to be Humanity itself, always striving for better. Always trying to find that new and exciting thing, that prospect that there is something better then what they have, never satisfied. It was that curiosity that brought them to Earth, the messages that we sent out answered, Only it would seem that our messages of friendship, our words of kindness didn't bring that over the fence neighbour we were hoping for. It didn't bring a higher understanding it brought collectors, from what we know of them, collectors want only one thing, they want us. Its almost as if they have seen what we have done, seen what humanities desire for more had brought to the Earth, and they have come to bring back the green in the one way that would assure results. Getting rid of Humanity.
 It started off small at first, isolated landings of Collectors. For a time humanity stood a chance, they would take hundreds of people before we even knew that a collector was among us, and a hundred more before we found it, and we killed it. But that was just the advanced parties, they came, and they tested us. When the main group came, they didn't do so quietly, their vessels landed in major cities and one by one, a light on that bright blue ball that was earth would slowly fade from the surface.
 It was strange really, Humanity being the strange creatures that we are before the Collectors came were bent on fighting one another, it wasn't until they had a common enemy that all the major things one thought of didn't matter anymore; Religion, culture, social standing, money, and history just didn't have the same meaning anymore enemies that would once not hesitate to kill one another stood shoulder to shoulder against this threat and it was humanity not a country that decided its fate. The Collectors congregated around major city centres rarely did they go out into the countryside their ships that brought them there all landing within the concrete jungles now mostly devoid of human life. So, the order was given, and Nuclear missiles were sent in, for a few instants the Earth looked as bright as the sun itself a single wink in the blackness of the void, after which there was only darkness.
 Humanity had brought a halt to the collector onslaught, but in the process, Humanity had brought with it Armageddon, a dark cloud that hangs in the sky over all major cities once beautiful sights to behold now messes of radioactive twisted and melted metal, crumbled concrete and absolutely zero life.
 These wastelands were going to stay like this for a LONG time, and for those that survived there was peace. For those that survived, there was hope. A chance to restart in a world full of new challenges, new barriers to overcome, and very little help to go around. However, stories of how it happened, or why would eventually fade into myth as generations of survivors would grow those that lived through it all but dead and gone. The Collectors themselves fading into the darkness a horrible nightmare told to children to keep them from venturing out late at night. To some, these stories bring with them great worry, as to what would happen if not all of them died? What if they were still amongst them? And what would happen if they were to arise from the smouldering ashes anew?
 
 
 The wood creaked as light footfalls come down against the old looking plank, the woods protests signalling out that it had no desire to be tread upon. Though with careful testing and maneuverings it was passed easily enough. The distance the sound of dropping pebbles and stones seemed almost constant as the Earth tried to reclaim the Concrete to the dirt. Step by step the figure moved through the darkened corridor beams of light showing the weakness of the wall and the dust that danced through the air.
 Once more a step and once more the sound of crying wood protesting the weight placed upon it, only this time, it had enough, the creak turned into a crack, and the crack they erupted into a crash followed by a feminine yelp and grunt as dirt debris and splinters rained down it was not the first time for the wandering figure to have had a tumble like this, in fact they were getting more and more common as time went by, and the structures shifted.
 Standing up amidst choice words the figure took a moment to look around trying to figure out where her little tumble had left her. As she did her gaze would catch a mirror her own reflection nearly caused her to scream stutter-stepping backwards and falling into the bathtub coming to a quick realization that she had fallen into an old bathroom.
 �Stupid mirror.� She would groan to herself slowly sliding herself from the dusty old styled porcelain tub. Moving back towards the mirror that gave her the shock, it had a single crack moving from the upper right down to the bottom left, its surface covered in dust, though with a careful wipe of her hand the figure that she saw in the reflection became clear.
  She was what most would call a pretty woman, at least she had the potential to be, after a good cleaning, something that most here only have on the rare occasion that they find non polluted water to do it with. But then one would MUCH rather have clean drinking water then a clean body. She had dirty blond hair cut short as if she had done it herself tattered split ends running rampant, her face likewise marred with dirt smears across her cheek the lines of her skin visible with dirt that had collected there, the area around her eyes was for the most part clean, as they were covered by an old pair of Aviator goggles dusty and scratched by their heavy use. A Balaclava covering her mouth and nose showing very little in the way of actual skin. She however had something that a LOT of people didn't for there was some hygiene that people should take over others, and for her, oral hygiene was very important. Many a time had she gone about seeing people without teeth, to find someone that had a full set, a full set of white teeth was hard to come by. Mostly because the things that people used to keep them that way was hard to come by! Only the explorers like her managed to find toothpaste and toothbrushes.
 Her body was slender and toned showing through to the amount of work that someone like her needs to have to survive. Very athletic yet not overly so to loose out on her feminine form as shown through her average bust and hour glass figure even if they were mostly hidden beneath a heavy Brown leather Jacket and blue jeans held together by patches from other clothes. If one were to look at her at a distance they would be hard pressed to actually tell she was female at all, as under that heavy jacket was a bandage used to flatten things out, lonely women wandering around usually had difficult times if they had run into a pack of locals.
 Jasmine however wasn't all bark herself, slung over her shoulder was a Model 700 rifle with a decent scope that was seemingly taken care of, carrying the look of a family possession. A weapon like that usually kept them at a distance as rifles with ammunition were hard to come by or in rather poor repair, a clean weapon usually meant bullets! And she happened to have more then a few, seven perfect rounds still holding a brass shine in her pocket. And five currently loaded into the rifles internal magazine.
 Having realized that she had spent far to long gazing at herself in the mirror finally realized where she was, a bathroom, and more often then not, a bathroom usually meant a few things, a clogged toilet, a dirty shower, and a Cabinet that sometimes held very valuable things. Medication. And her all important toothpaste, and toothbrushes.
 Lifting the mirror would smile as her eyes fell on a full Cabinet, Something she hadn�t had the luck of finding for a few days. Medication of all different kinds, from sleeping pills, to different kind of flu and allergy medication, and even an unopened cough syrup or two! All of these things could fetch her a high price should she make it back to a camp with them in her bag.
 Closing the mirror she smiled ducking down beneath the sink to open it up, would find that it was fully stocked too, Toilet paper, and a full box of tampons lay perfect for her to take, a mix with a few cleaning supplies. She normally left those alone, however if she ever found soap or shampoo, she would easily go and grab them, with how lucky she was feeling so far, Jasmine moved to a towel closet opening it to find the shampoo, a full bottle still with the plastic wrapper on top.
 �Score!� she would say happily grabbing it and stuffing it into her bag, moving out of the bathroom would keep her rifle in hand just in case she wasn't alone. After checking and making sure that she was in fact alone in the apartment she finally would allow herself to relax some, this place somehow staying free, avoiding the tests of time.
 Placing her rifle on its bi-pod in the living room would start a more through search of the house. Going through each cabinet looking for things of value. The cupboards were filled with canned goods, and different noodles, her own stomach growling softly as her luck could have never been better. There was enough food in here for her to eat like a queen for the foreseeable future. Especially if she rationed it properly. Taking what she could for now stuffed all the cans into her bag until it was heavy weighed down. Searching through the drawers eventually found what she was looking for, a new non rusted can opener!
 Sitting down with a fresh can of ravioli in her hands smiled as she gazed out the window towards the setting sun. She knew today she had done well. The delicious taste of the cold noodles on her palette, She was going to stay here for the night. And head back to her camp on the edge of downtown away from most people, tonight, it was worth the risk.
 Settling in for the night slowly stripped from her clothes, hanging them from what ever she could, she needed to take the chest wrap off for a little while allow her chest to breathe as it had been crushed against her body for quite some time. Sitting nude on one of the couches for the first time in a while relaxed. And soon, the sleep she had so needed would come and take her.
 For most of the night, Jasmine slept rather peacefully, there not being so much a need to worry, as she hadn't seen a soul all day. Though a sound stirred her from her sleep, her eyes opening with a start. The sound was coming from the window not that far off. Quickly she moved to her rifle grabbing it and readying it, pulling the bolt back and loading a round into the chamber, the darkness casting many blue hue's into the room, the moon filtering through the clouds to light the street below. What she saw there had really caused her a bit of concern. A gang of people moving up the street, they had a truck with a powerful lamp moving through the darkness and they were coming right for the building she was now occupying.
 She watched as the beam danced through the buildings that surrounded the courtyard she was in. Slowly arching through each window looking for any signs of movement. They eventually caught sight of movement in a building adjacent hers. A leader waved his hand, and four men rushed in. The sound of screaming could be heard, both male and female voices before one resounding clack was heard a flash appearing in one of the windows. Shortly after a young woman was pulled from the building kicking and screaming a hand tightly clutched in her hair. Tossing her to the ground at the feet of the leader.
 Jasmine knew better then to intervene, she couldn't watch this any longer however knowing what was going to happen to the poor girl finally moved from the window, collecting up her things and rather hastily starting to get dressed stuffing the chest wrap into her bag to stop the rattling sound of so many canned goods. The crying howls of the woman in the courtyard of the plaza will be able to cover the sounds of her escape. Moving one last time to the window to peer out, seeing that her fears were realized, the man had her pinned to the ground, any semblance of clothing that she had on her body was gone and the leader was hastily rutting into her defenceless body.
 The sight made her sick to her stomach, and she was more then half tempted to put a bullet through his head, and she would have. Had he been alone. Then maybe she would use one of her bullets to save her life. Though tonight is not her lucky night. Finally getting dressed Jasmine would move towards the door, creaking it open peering her head out was sure that it was clear before she continued. Moving for the stairwell would stop as she heard voices coming,
 �Shit.� she would gasp under her breath realizing that they were already in her building. Maybe they had a hint just as she had a hunch that this building had good stocks of supplies. Peering down would see the movement of men only a few floors below. Hearing them grumbling about having to give the girls to the boss all the time. This made her heart jump up into her throat. Moving up the stairs knew that the plank was her way out. The same way she came in.
 Her movements were a lot more hasty, she wasn't in a careful mood, hearing the floor creaking hoped that the others didn't hear it as well, When she saw the window she had laid the plank on still holding its position proudly a smile came to her face, clambering out of the window doing the short walk hearing the sound of voices not that far behind would have to be quick about it. That light in the distance, and the sound of the girl crying out having stopped would only motivate her more. Once on the other side she pulled the plank in. Trying to not have them a route to follow her. The plank was about half way when she looked at the window, and there she saw one of the guys staring at her. A moment of silence between them as they both stood frozen.
 �Don't.� she would finally say softly �Please.� She says again her heart in her chest pounding.
 �HEY BOY'S I got one!� He would say yelling out, Jasmine just dropped the plank hearing it clatter and bang as it fell between the two buildings not only alerting the others inside, but the ones on the ground.
 She turned and started running as fast as she could. She knew she now had only one chance at escaping, and that was to outrun a whole squad of guys. A task that is almost impossible seeing that she was going to need to go to the ground floor eventually, and that would be the likely chance where they were going to grab her. Maybe just maybe she could find a place to hide.
 The sound of voices coming from ahead of her let her know that they were already trying to cut her off. The stairwells the only way down besides the elevator shaft. The closing men giving her little choice opening the door to the elevator would scream and fall on her rump as Bats flew from the opening scattering about the room.
 �SHE IS IN HERE!� one of the men yelled, and Jasmine cursed. Getting back to her feet would leap into the shaft grabbing the wire with her thick leather gloves, wrapping her legs around it as tight as she could before feeling the slide start. It was quick, but controlled she slid down the few floors to the ground landing rather hard on her ankle falling to her ass shortly there after.
 Looking back up the shaft saw that the men figured it out, that she had tried this route to escape. Peering down could see her at the bottom already cursing one of the more brave men jumped and tried to hold onto the line, however a lot of the wastelanders weren't as coordinated as she was, and he just began falling. Scrambling out of the way as best she could watched as he fell the few floors to his demise, the lewd crunch as he landed on his head bits of blood splattering onto her causing her to yelp covering her face as best she could.
 This proved one thing though, that the others weren't going to go after her as their comrade did. Instead they all vanished from the opening and headed back for the stairs. This would give her some time to get away. Getting to her feet felt the pain in her ankle shoot up her leg causing her to groan out with each step clambering out of the elevator shaft was easy enough. The short hobble across the lobby easy. Rifle now in her hand knew what was next. Passing out into the street was instantly hit with a bright beam of light. Int the cool air of the night she felt the beam warming her exposed skin. Though this only lasted as long as it took for her to bring up her rifle and fire. The round slamming into the light shattering it in an instant bringing everything back to darkness. Though with the darkness it also brought return fire. The snaps of bullets over her head caused her to scream once more ducking behind a car.
 Her heart pounding in her chest as she looked to her rifle, pulling the bolt back and watching the spent brass fly. Pushing the bolt back forward rounded the corner eyeing up the car once again. Seeing that the girl hadn�t been killed, in fact she was currently sitting in the back of the car in a cage seemingly uncaring to the war that had erupted around her. Firing her rifle another four times hit two men causing them to fall, and twice she missed.
 Pulling the bolt back as the last round in the rifle flew away knew she was now in trouble, those men would be upon her soon, the ones from the building and she was now out of ammo and struggling to reload. One by one bullets filled the magazine until it was full, leaving her with only two rounds left. Just as the men came out of the building. Raising her rifle up would fire blindly into the crowd all five rounds either causing men to fall, or scream out at their injuries. But she once again was without ammo, and they were now upon her.
 Managing to club one of them with the rifle before a heavy punch connected with her stomach wheezing out as she doubled over his shoulder rifle dropping to the ground. Wheezing for breath as she looked to the man that punched her, seeing his sickening smile before another slammed his fist into the side of her head, and she saw nothing more. Going limp in his grip leaving her body to an unknown fate.
 
 Jasmine groaned softly as her eyes fluttered open a short while later. She was dazed, confused and very very sore. The room a dull orange hue as she looked around trying to understand where she was. When she tried to move she heard the soft sound of chain clinking above her head. Realizing her hands were chained up above her would let out a scream, twitching her body sharply as she tried to escape. Doing this until her wrists were raw eventually settled down. Heavy breathing gazing down only to be horrified at what she saw.
 Her breasts were covered in semi dry seed, pooled in valleys down her bare chest her stomach bruised from the punch that winded her, and in between her legs. Her pussy, and her ass ached as she realized that while she was unconscious they defiled her body in so many ways. The sight of this made her so sick that she began to gag. Her chest heaving as she wanted to throw up, however it never came. Tears streaming down her cheeks.
 �Ahh it seems that the princess is awake.� A gruff voice sounded from across the room, looking up saw a sickening sight, a man with a heavy gruff beard wearing her jacket loosely over his shoulders, and spinning her stained panties in his hands.
 �You know how hard it is to find loyal people these days?� His voice sounded out again shifting his weight to lean against a wall. �Whats more interesting, is finding someone like you amongst the waists, a gem in the rough so to speak.� His voice even sounding demeaning defiling her body as those eyes gazed over her soiled form. �Maybe had we met on better terms, we could have been lovers, ruling this section of the city.� He smiled walking over and grabbing onto Jasmines chin.
 �Fuck... you.� she would say with her voice coarse. However she was sure by the taste that was on her lips now, that no one had defiled her mouth. Maybe they were worried about all those teeth. Another reason why she chose to keep them.
 The man just looked at her as a smile crept across his face �Oh but darling, why would you fuck me, when we all fucked you so hard while you were sleeping.� his voice was snide, cynical as he only confirmed what she already knew, she felt so very dirty in that moment, of course it was not her fault, not even in the slightest. �In fact, tell me dear, what is stopping me from ravaging your body again, right now.� his grin broadening across his lips, �Maybe I will try using that pretty mouth of yours this time.� he finished dragging one of his nasty fingers across her lips under her nose. She could just smell his scent wafting up across her body leaving her feeling this revolting sensation of horror.
 �Try it slime ball. You will find out quickly what a full set of teeth can do to a mans cock.� she would say leaning forward and biting that finger as hard as she could. Hearing him yelp out in pain from the sensation, the taste of blood washing into her mouth, though this small victory only lasted for a few seconds. Before he slammed a fist hard into her chest knocking the wind out of her leaving her to slump in the chains that bound her.
 �FUCKING Bitch!� he would say looking down to see his finger, the tattered skin from the bite mark nearly down to the bone. Jasmine wheezing trying to regain her breath, spitting the blood she had in her mouth, both his, and her own onto the floor. His breathing sharpened as he would grab both of Jasmine's hips dragging her body away from the wall and pulling on her until the joints in her shoulders forced her to scream out, the pain of them almost freeing themselves from their sockets arching through. Though this was all part of what he had in mind for her. As her body was now completely suspended her legs draped across either side of his hips. Left Jasmine to hear the clatter of him fumbling with his belt. All ending with a flopping warmth against her belly, his semi flaccid cock gazing up between the two mounds of breasts to the horrified pained look of the bound woman, thrusting back so the head of that long shaft hardening against her own abused sex.
 �N... NO don't!� Jasmine cried out realizing his plan, and that maybe biting his finger wasn't the best choice.
 �Bitches like you don't get to choose!� He growled and thrust forward, that shaft burying itself into her body filling it completely the head of the shaft sliding all the way in to ram against her cervix leaving her to scream out. Her body sensed pleasure, but her mind frantic with fear felt pain, and anguish. And then, he started thrusting. His hips lewdly slapping against hers each thrust met with his groan, and her protesting moan. Through gritted teeth she tried everything to make it not feel like pleasure, he didn't deserve to hear her moan. Her body betraying her at every corner flooded itself with emotions tears streaming down her cheeks once more, shivering out as one particular thrust hit her 'just right' and finally a moan escaped her dry aching lips.
 �Oh, you do enjoy this... Hmm... maybe I will keep you for a little while. Until your nice and broken.� He would smile looking down his grin showing just how dominant he was. Jasmines eyes flared as she looked down at him, thankful he was between thrusts or she might not have been able to answer him.
 �In your fucking dreams.� she yelps through gritted teeth just as he slammed inside her one last time. A soft twitch followed by a torrent of slime, heat flooding her lower body as he came within her leaving her to howl out, her body twitching though there was nowhere for her to go. Helplessly trapped.
 �PHEW!� he would say chuckling looking down at her seeing that heavy panting chest, knowing he had fully dominated the woman.
 �Well, I guess on one account your right, now I would love to keep you little damsel.� he says softly �However, if I did, then it would be my head on the line. For you, you are going to be serving a bigger purpose.� He says letting go of her hips, grunting as she is dropped to the ground sliding back into her semi seated position still winded from his actions. Able to feel the sensation of his seed freshly deposited in her body slowly start to drool back out.
 �Your... a monster.� she would say between short breaths.
 �No, I am not a monster, I am the hero.� he would say softly once again moving close settling down over her body so that his freshly spent shaft rests on her belly seed still spilling from it slowly as it twitched lightly against her body. �For its people like me, that keep them away. And all we have to do, is find subjects like yourself, the varmint that scurry about, and bring them here.� He would say with a smile. It was his words that made her eyes open again, firstly calling himself a hero, that was far from any truth. But what he said about keeping them away, that's what really got t her.
 �Keeping... who, away.� She would say biting his dangling lure softly.
 �Well, young maiden, you are helping keep our great earth FREE of a second coming. The Collectors of course! They demand people. I do not ask why, I just do. For the sake of everyone else.� He would say allowing his god complex to spill from his vile form.
 �The. Collectors, are a myth.� She would say to him, a little hopeful that what truth she thought she knew still stood, collectors aren't real.
 �Well, when you see your Collector tomorrow, Then I will let you decide weather or not they are real. For now. Rest up darling. You have a busy night ahead of you, so many of my men lost friends trying to capture you. And they OH so badly want a little piece of revenge. I am sure you understand.� He smiles dragging a hand down her shoulder to fain compassion. But this, this made her heart near stop in her chest.
 �No... No you can't!� she would say as she started struggling once more. Jerking at the chains that hold her hands above her head. �NO!� she screams watching as he gets up to leave.
 �I have to go, and make sure the other sacrifice makes it to her destination tonight, I will be back in the morning to collect you. Ciao.� he would ay wiggling his fingers leaving her alone, however that didn't last long, as a pair of big scruff dirty men walked in, their bodies already naked their eyes looking down at her figure lustily, he slowly vanished into the dark to the screams of the girl.
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 Jasmines night was horror itself, used over and over again, to the point that she almost stopped counting how many times it happened, how many splashes of heat on her skin, her sex used until she could no longer feel it. Sure that it was flooded by now, seed hanging from her chin, and mouth as a few lucky ones managed to get a feel of her tongue after she had screamed herself silly, her eyes glazed over, a body that had more or less just given up.
 �They really must have not liked you Lass, I see so much hate here.� He would say down to Jasmine who had been released from her bonds the night before, to far gone to even notice. Smeared and degraded to a point that she no longer responded to his snide comments. Slowly he moved binding her hands once more, getting one of his lackey's to lift her soiled body seed spilling from her holes onto the lackey�s shoulder as she was almost unceremoniously tossed into the cage on the back of the vehicle that caught her but two nights before.
 Jasmine lay still thinking to herself that she no longer cared what her fate was. Anything had to be better then another night spent there. Her body just couldn't take another night. Chances were that somewhere along the lines someone had impregnated her, but by this time she figured that it no longer was going to matter. The drive was short, but along the way, rain started spraying down cold on her bare skin, leaving her to curl into a tight ball, all the grime washing away, and for a moment, she had allowed herself to forget.
 When the car rolled to a stop, Jasmine had a little more energy, she found herself looking around, her eyes gazing up to see an old elementary school building. All, or most of the windows having been smashed out. A playground that probably hasn't seen children in years lays dormant however, that was not to be her destination. The Lackey coming grabbing her by the wrists drags her out, yelping as she lands belly first into the mud. Yanking up over and over until Jasmine finally rose to her feet. Her gait slow. Her legs ached from being spread so wide, every part of her abused body burned for her to just rest, however her journey was not over yet.
 The short walk that she took, felt like ages bare feet sloshing through the mud as they walked towards the gymnasium. Many signs of warnings painted along its outside, some symbols that she didn't recognize. When they passed through the doorway finally entering into the gym, she felt a little relief, the rain no longer battering hr person, and her body now cleaned of all the grime was left staring at an empty gym, the centre of which a familiar pole similar to the one she visited the night before, almost as though she was ready for it felt her arms lifted above her head. Her body unable to sit forced to stand, or to submit all her weight to her shoulders.
 �This is the end of the line for you my pretty thing, to bad we never got to learn one another name. Maybe had you not killed my men, I could have spared you so much torment before your end. However, the survivor in you must be broken to show you that you are not above the rest of us.� He would say smiling. �This is where I bid you adieu, to your collector, I am sure they are going to enjoy having you around. I have more hunting to do. In another life m'dear.� he would say bowing finally before leaving her in the gym alone. For the first time in over a day, Jasmine was alone. It didn't matter how much she wanted to tell that man how she thought of him. She was just to tired. So very exhausted.
 She stayed there for a long time, just listening to the sound of the rain falling beyond the still open door. Wondering what was going to show up first. More survivors seeing a defenceless woman tied to a pole. Some wild dogs thinking her as a meaty lunch, or worse, he was telling the truth, and a collector truly was coming for her. The thought of that alone made her go mad, angry wanting to do nothing more then to beat his nose in until it popped out the back of his head. That thought made Jasmine smile a little, though a sound from beyond the door caused her to freeze in place. A very strange sound, something she couldn't have explained with words alone. And then the light, blue in colour sending a wave of heat into the Gym.
 �no... no no...� Jasmine whined as she began struggling weakly against her bonds. She had no idea what that was, and she wanted nothing to do with it. The noise it made as it started to move towards the doorway caused her to let out a very weak scream, her voice so badly weakened she could do no more then just alert what ever it was to her presence.
 Finally, the creature moved through the doorway. Jasmine trying to escape futilely would freeze as she was forced to look upon it. Its body was a sort of flat green in colour, a sort of slime slowly oozing down its body. It walked on four legs, and had a long neck akin to that of a Giraffe, its head standing easily three times her body height above it fit through the doorway with ease before getting up to its full height. The top of its head was small, four sets of eyes gleaming red peering down at the woman bound in the middle of the room, a long set of lips wrapping around that head almost to the back. Two arms extending right around the base of its neck, though at the end of those arms was no set of fingers, no hands, but two thick suction cup like appendages that slowly flicked about the room. The only thing that resembled any sort of clothing was a cylindrical tank that was seemingly fused to the skin of its back, all in all, Jasmine thought it was a thing out of a horror movie, to scared to move as it slowly approached her.
 That long neck slowly bending down so that all four of those red eyes were staring into hers, sure that her pupils were as small as the tip of a pen at the moment fear flooding through her body unable to control herself would feel the heat of something drooling between her legs, her body unable to hold itself from urinating.
 �Human creature, I am her to collect you. Name?� Its mouth didn't move, however words seemed to appear in her mind causing her eyes to close blocking the sight of the creature from it.
 �J... Jasmine.� she would say softly her body quivering as she was now standing in a warm puddle. Quickly cooling off.
 �Jasmine, human female. Age 23, pregnant one day.� The creature would say softly, as if stating her for some kind of medical. �Healthy, no disease, decent overall hygiene. Good muscle tone. Best specimen since blinding light.� The voice continued in her mind. This caught her off guard, the creature complimenting her.
 �Those... men raped me. The ones that brought me here.� She would say softly with tears in her eyes admitting this even to this creature was difficult for her.
 �Men will get what deserve for damaging mental health.� the creature says to he, leaving Jasmine to feel a little bit vengeful that maybe this creature will make them pay for what they did to her.
 �W... what are you going to do with me?� Jasmine would ask softly still feeling that heavy lump in her throat.
 �You are to be collected.� The creature replies in kind, leaving Jasmine to once again.
 �I don't know what that MEAAAANS!� she would yelp as that suction cup just touched the bindings around her wrists, having them let go leaving her to fall to the ground rather hard, only just able to stop her head from slamming against the wooden floor. To weak to actually stand, to sore. Her heart pounding in her chest once again as she crawls out of her own mess only to have one of those suction cup like hands plant along her rump feeling that suction lifting her flesh causing her to bend in half as she was hoisted into the air, vertigo flooding her body and a soft yelp escaping her lips the ground now far out of her reach, were she to be dropped now she would likely be seriously injured.
 The hand rotated changing her position belly down, to belly up, turning herself to face the Collector once more those four eyes gazing at her body a few moments more leaving Jasmine to wonder what happens next.
 Suddenly that long maw split wide open, and Jasmine quickly figured it out, as that toothless maw slowly descended upon her. Gazing into that mouth seeing the strands of drool dripping down warm onto her figure and the pulsating throat twitching in expectation as to what it was about to receive.
 �N... NOOOOoooo!� she screamed out placing both her hands in front of her head, though they only succeeded in being the first thing to glide along that tongue, slipping into the throat where powerful muscles clenched tight around them, Her life now hung in the balance, since yesterday, there was nothing she could do to change her fate, this fate her face finally sliding along that nubby tongue hands slipping deeper into the maw.
 �you are being collected.� The voice would say into her mind, though at the moment he was far to frantic to realize as the fleshy membrane of the throat spread across the crown of her head, her breasts jiggling lightly against the tongue as that suction cup finally let go of her rump leaving her legs to kick wildly beneath her, this however did nothing to stop her from sliding in, as his head flicked upwards the flesh squeezed down over her head drawing her breasts into the throat squishing them tight against her chest, all to similar to the feeling of that bandage she wore save for it was slick, and warm. As his head flopped down her belly slid along the tongue sliding ever deeper into the darkness. It wasn't long before her hips bumped across the corners of its maw, that long wide tongue curling up gliding between her legs, sending one shrill of pleasure through her body unlike any that the men from the night before had afforded, it was gentle, it was smooth well practised motion.
 Her wide hips offered that throat no obstacle as finally the creature gave a crushing swallow, squeezing around her entire body in a long wave that dragged her in, her hips her legs, and her feet all gliding along that tongue before being sealed into the hot tight warm chute of a throat. Her body bulging out its neck so perfectly that every intricate detail of her form could be seen. Finally the creature gave one last swallow, and her body slid down, slowly and smoothly towards what ever awaited her at the end. And yet, Jasmine squirmed with what ever strength she had left.
 Her bulge slowly squeezed down that long neck before finally vanishing into its wider four legged bulk, where her hands press against a tight sphincter, that slowly spreads up her arms, and over her face depositing the girl into an area that was quite a bit larger then the throat, breasts, belly hips legs and feet all through its tight ring leaving her to roll into the open area with a splat, thick viscus juices pool along its bottom tingling at her skin, She had enough room within this chamber of rippling folded flesh to sit up, without contacting all the other walls, if only just, a slight movement in any direction found herself sloshing and rubbing.
 The next thing she felt was a burning sensation. It started around her hips, but it slowly bubbled up her belly, her breasts all feeling the same burning, it was then that she realized she was being digested. Screaming out in agony as bit by bit her body slowly began to melt away. A strange sensation to say the least, hours felt like they had passed before finally her body slumped over to numb to continue, in the darkness she was unsure of exactly how far it had gone. How much of her was already missing, but with one final gasp Jasmine would allow herself to submit. Her body given over to the creature to do with as it pleased. Her journey having finally come to an end.
 
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 Jasmine didn't really know what else to do, as she slumped over and submitted her body, was sure that she would feel deaths hand take her. Though no such sensation happened. Instead, Jasmine felt something else. Something strange. For a moment Jasmine had thought herself to be floating slowly drifting around, aware of her own body from a perspective she had never felt before, as if she were the stomach itself. Feeling the strong chords of muscle squeezing and gripping at her body tearing it apart piece by piece, until finally there was nothing left but a few bones, and a large mass of digested goo which slowly began to filter through another opening. It was strange, these feelings that she felt her body being rubbed at by all these... things she could feel parts of her being added to the creature that killed her. Time having a different sense of meaning to her right now, having lost track of it the moment she slipped passed those hungry lips. To which she was only somewhat aware that the creature was even moving. All her energy seemed focused on feeling her own body making its final journey through this creature.
 Soon the creature had from her all that it could take. And her body passed from the small, into the large intestine, where it slowly gathered itself once more. Clump after clump squeezing its way through until finally, what was once a beautiful twenty three year old woman, was nothing but a soft squishy mass of brown piled up at the exit of a body, digested into nothing but this hot mess.
 Jasmine couldn't really explain what happened next, it was rather difficult to say that she felt her body being squeezed out. As if she was the tight sphincter at the end of the line. Feeling every bump, each valley, and the heat of the mass that passed until finally there was no more. Her sensation of self seemed to vanish along with the last of her body. Another suction sensation felt. And finally now sealed within that tank on his back that voice would reach her soul's sense of mind.
 �You have been... collected.�