Not Alone in the Dark
Copyright© 2022 by worldender
Chapter 2
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A man who was doomed to die from a rare disease wakes up in a hospital that has been infested with tentacle monsters, turning every human they can find into breeding stock - and some people are more cooperative than others. In order to escape from this erotic hell, he might have to rely on the thing he hates the most: other people. This is part of the "Earth: Tentacle Breeding Ground" universe.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Drunk/Drugged Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Horror Science Fiction Aliens Post Apocalypse BDSM FemaleDom Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Lactation Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Body Modification Doctor/Nurse
Jean began to cautiously make his way down the hall, keeping close to the gently pulsating tendrils and growths that lined every surface just in case he needed to duck out of sight from a potential threat. All around him, he could hear squishy slurping noises and guttural, human moans that seemed to be coming from within the very walls.
The source of the sounds was made clear when he felt his hand come up against a soft, warm mound on the wall next to him. The emergency lights flashed and he realized his palm was pressed against the naked, wiggling ass of a woman, trapped within a grotesque, fleshy mass. It was a macabre sight, seeing just an ass and pussy emerging out from the wall like that. No doubt the rest of the woman’s body was buried within the writhing tendrils, with every inch of her sweet flesh being massaged and groped.
Suddenly, the woman’s hips began to shake up and down, causing Jean - who had been tenderly squeezing her sweating ass cheek - to pull his hand away in surprise. He watched, mouth slightly agape, as a torrent of thick white fluid gushed out of the woman’s cunt, filled with several small, squirming tentacles that plopped wetly to the floor.
As the newborn creatures began to worm away, Jean’s breath caught in his throat as one of them seemed to be “looking” directly at him. It rose up like a golfer’s thumb checking the wind, but after a tense moment of silence, it joined its siblings and slithered away into the darkness.
Jean let out a quiet sigh of relief but then nearly gasped as a thick, warty tentacle suddenly swung down out of nowhere, missing his face by only a few inches. At first, he thought he had been discovered, but quickly realized that he was not the creature’s target.
It loudly slapped against the woman’s gaping, trembling pussy that was still leaking juices all down her ass. The tentacle seemed to relish the tremors that coursed through her helpless body, sliding its slimy, ribbed tip up and down between her jiggling ass cheeks and over her erect clit. There was no other way to describe it than a sort of cruel, inhuman foreplay - an obvious effort to tease and stimulate the captive woman beyond what she could handle. Just how were these creatures able to grasp the mechanics of the human body so well?
Without warning, the monstrous appendage suddenly thrust deep into the woman’s moist hole, followed by a heavily muffled scream of ecstasy from within the flesh wall. The tentacle began to rapidly jackhammer in and out of the woman’s swollen pussy while another, smaller tendril grew up from under the woman’s pelvis and began to tease her tight little starfish.
As intriguing as this all was, Jean didn’t have the time to simply sit around and observe this incredible display. He nimbly moved past the woman just as the tentacle inside of her began to swell, pumping liters of that sweet smelling orange fluid deep into her womb. He thought he saw the bulge of round, egg-like objects moving down the tentacle’s length as it did so, but the flickering lights made it difficult to discern fine details.
As he made his way down the corridor, he often had to crawl on his hands and knees to avoid more of such scenes. Nude humans - men and women - were plastered to every surface, some with their limbs trapped within writhing tentacles, others embedded within hard, amber-like structures, and even some that simply hung from the ceilings by thin tendrils that clung to their trembling bodies.
One thing they all had in common was that they were all being endlessly sexually assaulted by a plethora of different tentacles. The moans and cries of men and women alike mingled in the stale, hazy air as pussies and asses were stuffed full, and tits and cocks were relentlessly milked.
Small streams of mucus-like fluid constantly oozed from the ceiling and from within the tormented human orifices. Every so often, a woman, held immobile by her organic restraints, would shudder and give birth to dozens more of the horrid creatures, only to be immediately impregnated again by any nearby tentacles that were patiently waiting their turn. Some men’s penises were not being sucked by hungry tentacles, but were instead freely ejaculating into the air as their man-pussies were ploughed, spraying their hot semen all over the other captives around them. The newborn tentacles eagerly wormed towards these cum puddles and began to slurp up the thick seed.
Jean paused for a moment to watch a woman who was trapped in the floor with her head and crotch exposed. Her mouth hung open and her eyes rolled back into her head as she panted and hollered from the simulation of the young creatures sucking a man’s semen off of her throbbing clit. Her eyes suddenly gained clarity and connected with Jean’s in the flashing red light, but as it faded away, they returned to being glassy and sightless, leaving her to cry out in orgasmic bliss as the room was once again consumed by darkness.
Or rather, near darkness. The pulsing lights made it difficult for Jean’s eyes to adjust to the ambient lighting of the halls, but he could tell that the fleshy growths were giving off a faint orange, bioluminescence of some sort. The more that Jean witnessed of these seemingly parasitic creatures, the more he wished to study them. This could be the key to a breakthrough in his research into advancing human evolution ... it was just a shame that the world seemed too far gone for him to get his well-deserved Nobel prize.
The hallways would normally have taken all of sixty seconds to walk down in the past, but now it took Jean nearly an hour of careful navigation to reach the end. He had had a few close calls in the first ten minutes, and had decided to play it extra safe, only taking a step or two every time the emergency lights blinked on to maximize his visibility. There were several areas where the lights had been completely covered up by the thick, membranous growths, so he had needed to take his chances now and then. For the first time in his life, luck seemed to be on his side.
The elevators were obviously out of the question, so he would need to find the stairs - or possibly escape out a window. Now that he was on an outer wall, he could see small cracks of sunlight streaming in from nearly covered windows. He was on the second story of the building, but there were sure to be structural elements he could climb down outside of some of the windows, assuming he could get any of them open without getting captured.
Jean krept towards the nearby doorway leading to the stairwell, readying his scalpel to hastily cut through any tendrils that might be blocking his way. Suddenly, he heard a frustrated cry coming from the hallway behind him. Looking back over his shoulder, he could make out a distant humanoid silhouette standing in the red light just outside of the coma ward. The deranged, horny nurse had returned and apparently discovered his absence.
He froze, trying to blend in with the fleshy walls. While the tentacles seemed dependent on touch and sound to navigate, a human such as her would be able to detect movement with her eyes. Jean gulped and stared down the hall towards the dark figure, clenching his scalpel with a sweaty, white-knuckled grip. The red lights dimmed, leaving the corridor bathed in the incomprehensible web of shadows being cast by the glowing orange masses. Jean blinked and the woman’s form was lost in the sea of darkness.
Should he take this opportunity to move, or stay still and analyze the situation further? He hesitated a bit too long and the lights blinked back on. With a start, he saw that the nurse now stood only halfway down the hall, steadily closing the distance while inspecting the nooks and crevices along the walls. A few tentacles had slithered up from between her legs, wrapped around her waist, and wound up along her right arm, wiggling and squirming like monstrous fingers. They caressed and slapped at the exposed body parts of the captured humans as they passed by, giving the woman a horrific silhouette in the darkness as she continued to approach.
It would only be several more seconds before she was upon him, so Jean knew that he had to make the most of the next brief period of the lights going out. Once She made it to the adjoining hallway where he was, the light from the windows would give him away. He needed to find a way out before she got that far.
He quickly made a mental map of all the potential tripping hazards and obstacles down the hall, steadying his breathing as the lights slowly faded. Once the shadows had taken over again, he quickly but quietly slipped from his hiding spot and began to move down the corridor. There was no time to cut his way into the stairwell, so he moved on, hoping to find an open room to duck into.
From behind him, he could hear the nurse starting to giggle and sing to herself as she lurched down the hall. Her voice was off-key and touched with madness while still dripping with eroticism. It was horribly unnerving, especially once he realized that she was gently moaning between the lyrics. Though it was nothing less than disturbingly creepy, it did give Jean an idea of how much time he had left before she would round the corner, which was not much.
“Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques. Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?”
He leapt over thick tendril writhing on the floor, nearly hitting his head on a pair of swaying breasts hanging from the ceiling that were leisurely dripping milk down into a small pool where newborn tentacles were feeding.
“Sonnez les matines. Sonnez les matines.”
He slid up to a doorway next to a partially hidden window. Slowly, he tried the knob. It had a little bit of give, but the amount of noise he would have to make forcing it open would alert the creatures. A glance at the window enough to tell him that there was no way to easily break through the network of slimy tendrils that were laced over it.
“Ding, dang, dong.”
The nurse’s voice was nearly at the end of the corridor behind him now. The lights would blink on soon. He needed to find a hiding place NOW.
“Ding ... dang...”
There, only a few meters away, next to a pair of derelict drinking fountains, was an open door. It was held open just a crack by a tendril jammed in the hinges, but it was large enough for him to fit. He ran towards it as silently as he could manage.
“dong!”
The nurse staggered around the corner and peered down the hallway just as Jean slipped through the door and into the dark, hopefully safe, room. He whipped around to stare out the crack of the hinge, readying his scalpel in case he needed to engage in close quarters combat. Jean was not particularly skilled in fighting, but he would do what he must.
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