Cut off from their own world,an army of tentacles arrived on earth to study the human body to rebuild a home for their race by using the humans as a breeding mechanism.
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Vincent slowly cracked his eyes open for the first
time in months, though to him it merely felt like a
pleasant nap. The first thing he noticed was an
unfamiliar, cloying taste in his mouth, and that his
heart rate was oddly elevated despite his body
being at rest. Disoriented, he shifted his eyes
around the dark chamber he found himself in, his
stiff body unable to move from his strangely moist
but comfortable bed. His scattered thoughts slowly
knitted themselves together as he began to make
out the shapes around the room. It was all coming
back to him now.
He was in the coma ward of one of Paris's oldest
and finest hospitals. The rare neurological disease
that had plagued him for all forty-three years of his
life had finally progressed enough to force him to
enter a medically induced coma in order to prevent
more permanent damage to his body. He wasn't
sure how long he had been out, but surely this was
a sign that his research assistants had finally
proven themselves competent and successfully
completed the cure he had devoted his life to
developing.
This flash of hope only lasted for a moment.
Something was clearly wrong. The room was
unusually dark. Either it was nighttime or something
thick was covering the windows, but regardless, no
lights were on, and missing were the expected
sounds of beeping equipment and bustling hospital
staff. What he heard instead was a strange
combination of grotesque, wet squelching sounds,
erotic moaning, and... a woman's giggling? Surely
some whore nurse hadn't turned off the lights to
have her way with one of the other comatose
patients?
Feeling some strength finally returning to his
muscles, Vincent weakly turned his head to get a
better view of his surroundings. A slowly blinking
red light on the wall, assumedly some sort of
emergency power system, periodically illuminated
the room... no, the hellscape. Each flash painted the
interior a bloody crimson and cast long, black
shadows that wiggled and danced as if alive.
Vincent's eyes widened and he attempted to gasp,
but he suddenly noticed that his mouth was covered
in some sort of organic oxygen mask that was
hanging from the writhing ceiling.
A man of a lesser mind might have immediately
panicked, but Vincent remained motionless,
analyzing the situation and attempting to draw clues
from the nightmarish environment. Clearly, some
sort of biological warfare had occurred since he had
fallen unconscious, or possibly a new, invasive
species had been discovered. A virus, perhaps? The
unearthly sight of squirming tentacles weaving
along the slime-covered tumorous growths
emerging from the walls pointed towards an
extraterrestrial origin. Not something too hard to
believe possible. The fact that he could still breath
unhindered through the obstruction in his esophagus
certainly indicated something beyond human
understanding.
Streams of mucus-like fluid oozed and dripped from
every fleshy surface, with slimy strands webbing
around each piece of furniture as if spun by a
drunken spider. All around the room, several
occupied beds divided by curtains could be seen
barely peeking out from the pulsating organic
masses around them.
All of the other people in the ward appeared to be
sleeping - or more likely, in comas - and they all
had the same tentacle covering their mouths as
Vincent. For the first time, he realized that everyone
was nude, including himself. He could see a few
pairs of naked breasts gently rising and falling with
steady, sleeping breaths, and semi-erect penises
whose shadows mingled with those of the swaying
tentacles. It was an oddly hypnotic sight, and not
one that Vincent necessarily found unpleasant.
Suddenly, the man in the bed across the room from
Vincent violently bolted upright, a look of confusion
and panic contorting his face as he desperately
screamed into the tentacle covering his face. He
frantically clawed at the tendril in an effort to
remove it from his mouth, but the more he tugged
at it, the tighter it appeared to grasp his sweating
cheeks.
Vincent was surprised that the man had such energy
despite having no doubt been in a long coma just
as he had been. Were his muscles not atrophied?
Come to think of it, Vincent's own body felt rather
healthy as well. He attempted to twitch his toes
and found that his body responded. He couldn't
imagine therapists and doctors still visiting in a
clearly derelict place like this in order to exercise
comatose patients while they slumbered. Just what
was going on here?
Vincent was about to reach up and investigate the
tendril in his own mouth, but froze as his eyes
spotted a change in the scenery around the other,
flailing man. Unseen by the man, several tentacles
had grown out from the wall behind him. Suddenly,
they clasped around his arms and neck, yanking him
back down onto the mattress and binding his limbs.
He struggled pathetically, but it was clear that these
creatures were far more powerful than a fully-grown
male human.
The slightly deranged female giggling Vincent had
heard earlier suddenly bubbled out again from
behind the curtain next to his bed, followed by the
sound of footsteps moving across the squishy floor
towards the bound, shaking man. An attractive
woman entered Vincent's view. Her long black hair
and pale skin were caked with a viscous slime,
which glistened in the eerie red lighting. Something
was very off about her - not the least of which was
her clothing.
To Vincent's amusement, she was completely nude
from the waist up. Her large, plump breasts jiggled
softly as she stepped over a growth on the floor,
before one of her hands reached up to begin
eagerly fondling herself. The masturbating woman
was most likely either a nurse or a doctor, as
evidenced by the tattered scrubs barely covering her
legs, but she was clearly not in the state of mind
required for administering proper medical care.
Several slippery tentacles appeared to be twining
up from under the waistband of her pants, gently
caressing her toned stomach while visibly writhing
around between her legs as well - no doubt causing
considerable sexual stimulation. Vincent watched in
fascination as the seemingly possessed nurse
stopped next to the terrified man's bed.
"Finally... another one of our patients is back with
us..." the woman said in a slurred, giddy voice. "It
was starting to get lonely with just the two of us.
Isn't that right, Mademoiselle Laurent?" Vincent
could hear another woman's muffled, desperate
groaning coming from the other side of the curtain
next to him.
"Now that you're awake, Monsieur
Guay, we can proceed with the next steps of your...
rehabilitation... so you can begin to offer your body
in service to our loving Queen."
Queen? Was England responsible for this? No, that
was absurd to think. France and the UK had been
allies for years. There were certainly other
monarchies, but it was hard to think of any that
could topple an entire country like this, unless this
phenomenon was simply centered on the hospital?
That was unlikely as well, given how the power grid
was apparently failing. The more Vincent observed,
the more bewildered and curious he became.
He stared in wonderment as the nurse pushed her
slender arm nearly elbow-deep into the squirming
walls above the other man's bed. When she
withdrew her limb, grasped in her hand was a thick,
wiggling tentacle that extended out from the wall
like a living firehouse. The man began to whimper
and scream as best he could, his eyes wide with
terror, as the woman guided the tendril towards his
helpless naked body. As the light flashed again,
Vincent could briefly see a devious, hungry grin
splitting the nurse's face under her lust-filled eyes.
"Shhhh... hush now. Be a good boy for me and don't
wake the other patients." The nurse whispered,
running her fingers along the man's quivering
cheek, down his abdomen, and finally coming to a
rest just above his now solid erection. The man's
eyes followed her fingers as they teasingly glided
up his throbbing length before grasping it firmly in
her hand.
"Mmh!! MMMMH!" The gagged man cried, seeing
that she was lowering the tentacle towards his
helpless member. The tip of the tentacle suddenly
opened up like a small mouth, and thick strands of
mucus began to ooze out of it. As it got closer and
closer to the man's precum-leaking glans, small
feelers began to excitedly extend out of the gaping
tentacle orifice and twine around the sensitive flesh.
The man watched in horror as the nurse giggled
and pulled her hand away. She resumed fondling
her own breasts while she watched the tentacle use
the feelers to slowly pull itself further and further
down the man's twitching cock until the entire shaft
was engulfed in the warm alien flesh. The tips of
the writhing feelers could still be seen tickling the
skin of his balls, eliciting whimpers and moans
from the man, whose efforts to resist were slowly
beginning to melt away.
Soon, his body began to spasm and a thick fluid
could be seen gushing from within the tentacle and
down to his balls, covering the bed with juices. The
strange appendage was clearly milking the man's
semen, though for what purpose Vincent couldn't
begin to imagine. The nurse, seeing that the man
had reached orgasm, reached down and gently
squeezed his wet, glistening balls, rubbing them
tenderly with her thumb.
"That's my good boy..." She cooed. "Let out all that
delicious seed for your queen and enjoy your new
purpose in life. I will make sure you are always
happy in my care." She giggled and bent over,
licking and kissing the man's testicles while the
tentacle continued to drive him into a sexual frenzy.
She let one of her hands slide down into her
waistband and began eagerly masturbating herself,
uttering lewd laughs of pleasure as she watched the
poor man twitch and jerk with each powerful climax
that wracked his body.
Vincent couldn't believe just how many times the
gentleman was able to ejaculate. He was no
stranger to men who boasted of a high virility, but
this seemingly complete lack of a refractory period
was something else altogether. In fact, it didn't
seem like it was only the man whose sexual drive
had been enhanced. Vincent felt the tendril in his
mouth begin to pump a sweet juice down his throat,
and he noticed a growing warmth in his loins. The
tentacles were apparently secreting some form of
aphrodisiac - and powerful one at that, as Vincent
was becoming progressively more aroused by the
second. This was a problem.
From what Vincent could tell, those who were still
asleep only showed signs of mild arousal, however
the man being toyed with by the nurse had grown
an admittedly impressive erection almost as soon
as he had jolted awake. To Vincent's consternation,
his own manhood was twitching and approaching
full-mast as the intoxicating drug worked its way
into his system. He could pretend to be asleep as
long as he wanted, but Vincent had little doubts as
to what would happen if the fanatical nurse were to
notice his plainly exposed boner. One of the curses
of being a male was threatening to doom him.
While Vincent desired nothing more than for that
slutty mynx to come and press her plump tits
around his cock, he still managed to keep hold of
his senses, though it was only a matter of time
before his concentration broke and a noticeable flow
of precum would begin to trickle down his now
nearly rock-hard shaft.
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