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EARTH:TENTACLE BREEDING GROUND

EARTH:TENTACLE BREEDING GROUND

Lexi Bravo

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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.

Chapter 1 SURVIVAL

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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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