Chapter 5

They made their way back down the hall, able to move much quicker now that they could more easily see safe areas to tread. Jean was even more cautious than before, however, as they no longer had the luxury of being concealed by the darkness. As expected, the light did little to help the tentacles notice them, but he was sure that their luck would run out if they ran into a hostile human, or even a captured one that might cry out for help upon seeing them.

There were too many variables starting to spiral out of Jean’s control, and it put him on edge. Unlike other self-proclaimed “great” men, who attempted to bluster their way through danger with their pride alone, Jean knew that fear was not a useless trait to have. It kept you vigilant. The trick was not to let it overcome your reasoning. A delicate balance to be sure, but one in which Jean was exceedingly confident.

The shuddering forms of the recently milked men trapped in the walls served as a reminder of the horrific spider-like monster, and of the potential for more, yet unknown threats. The men groaned as they passed by, their eyes covered with tentacles while their swollen, untouched cocks slowly leaked jizz into puddles on the floor. The large, vibrating tendrils filling their asses were clearly providing them with the stimulation needed to keep replenishing the cum pools for the small, writhing worms to suck up.

Annette averted her gaze, though from embarrassment or fixation on their time-sensitive task at hand, Jean didn’t know. He still took a moment to silently marvel at the sheer virility bestowed upon the men by the grotesque but incredible alien invaders.

Jean and Annette quickly made their way back to the empty gift shop. Hunkering down behind the checkout counter, Annette motioned towards the entrance and indicated that they needed to turn right after leaving before heading down some stairs. Jean nodded in understanding as he scanned the area through the murky glass of the countertop. There was no sign of the patrolling nurse from earlier, but the sight lines offered from their current vantage point were hardly comprehensive.

Now that the power was back on, there was no doubt that they would be spotted immediately should they enter the hallway at the same time one of the infected humans was looking down it. The only way to proceed safely was with prudence, but that level of caution would require time, which was something Annette did not have much of given the impending capture of her husband and friend.

The only sounds coming from the hall were the disgusting slurping and squelching of tentacles sucking and filling various human body parts, along with the moans and ecstatic screams of said humans. There was no creepy singing, cruel taunting, or deranged laughter. This seemed to be a good enough sign for Annette, who hyped herself up with some deep breaths before dashing towards the gift shop entryway. It was only then when Jean realized what was about to happen.

“Stop, you fool!” Jean hissed as loudly as he dared, stumbling after Annette and making a grasp for the tail of her coat. He was too late. As Annette’s satchel full of items from the shop passed through the metal detector, an ear-splittingly loud alarm tone reverberated down every corridor on the floor. It had been dead on their way in, so they had paid it little heed. Jean cursed in his head for being so unobservant. Perhaps all that lying around had weakened his mind if not his muscles.

“Merde!” Annette swore, leaping out of the way of a tendril that suddenly lashed towards her. She fell backwards into a card display, causing it to clatter over and spill its contents all over the floor. There was no point in stealth now. The tentacles lining the hallways began to wildly thrash about in an attempt to ensnare anything that might venture too close, and several unnerving, shrill shrieks could be heard from elsewhere down the hall.

“GO!” Jean yelled, practically throwing the disoriented woman back onto her feet and running out towards the stairwell at the end of the hallway. The metal detector blared again as his scalpel passed through it, exciting the squirming tentacles even further.

Jean nimbly ducked and leapt over the grasping tendrils that reached out from all directions, displaying physical prowess that he didn’t even realize he had, much less after months of being bedridden. Annette, however, was not as dexterous. The flailing tentacles were very nearly missing her billowing coat and cumbersome satchel as she hurried after Jean in a mad dash for the stairs. Even though the improved lighting made it easier to navigate, it was only a matter of time before a mistake was made, and finally Annette’s luck ran out.

A hidden tentacle shot up out of a pool of opaque, white fluid that had been collecting on a fleshy mound beneath two hanging women, whose swollen tits were endlessly squirting milk down from above. The tendril went for Annette’s mouth, orange slime gushing from its split-open tip. She managed to block the attack with her arm, but the tentacle simply latched onto the sleeve of her coat and began to wind around her limb as it slithered up towards her neck.

Reacting quickly, Annette threw her satchel to Jean, who instinctively caught it, which allowed her to slip out of the loose garment that the tentacle was attached to. She struggled to pull her arm up and out of the tendril’s tight grasp, but she managed to escape just before several other tentacles dropped down from the ceiling, missing her by inches.

Jean shouldered the bag of supplies and made it to the stairwell, sparing another glance behind him to watch Annette’s desperate plight. As he turned, he saw down the adjoining hall and his eyes met with those of the male nurse from earlier, who was now sprinting down the corridor towards him. The man’s face was contorted into a manic smile as a flow of human and alien juices dripped down his chin from between his lips.

“You can’t leave until you are fully recovered, sir,” the crazed man called out to Jean. “Wait right there, and we’ll get you back to where you belong.” Jean decided to ignore the nurse’s advice, instead opting to run down the stairs, taking several steps at a time and leaping half of them to get to the landing faster.

“I said wait!” The man angrily shouted, his voice rapidly approaching the stairwell. “Oh, Doctor Clément! Trying to play hooky from work while we’re this busy? You will need to be reprimanded!” Looking up, Jean saw that Annette had also reached the top of the stairs, and was practically sliding down the railing in a panicked attempt to escape from the nurse who was nearly upon her.

Jean reached the bottom of the stairs and frantically looked around to find anywhere to hide. The first floor had a lot more open space for the foot traffic of daily visitors, so it was less claustrophobic, but the entire area was still filled with pulsating tentacle mounds, web-like strands of alien tendrils, and dripping fluids. Countless naked captives were entombed within the fleshy prisons, their holes all being stuffed full of tentacle cocks while their juices were milked and collected by the writhing horde.

Two women were bound together by tentacles, facing one another with a man trapped upside down between them, their soft breasts pressed tightly against his lower back and abdomen. He busied himself by licking the clit of the woman whose crotch was right in his face, while a ribbed tentacle rutted into her messy cunt. The women were apparently enjoying the view of the man’s genitals that were rudely on display for both of them, his legs held wide apart by slimy tendrils. One of them lapped eagerly at his balls and hole while the other gulped down his inhumanly large shaft.

Jean watched for a brief second, startled by the unusual size of the man’s organ, which was forming a clear bulge in the fellating woman’s throat. The man suddenly groaned loudly and ejaculated a torrent of cum into the woman’s mouth, which quickly overflowed and dripped down onto the man’s chin below as he continued to hungrily suck at her little bud. She began to audibly choke on the jizz in her mouth, but she still continued to desperately swallow his cock even while her eyes began to roll back into her head.

A tentacle hurriedly lashed around the gagging woman’s forehead and pulled her face away from the man’s phallus. Positioning the woman’s head backwards so that her semen-filled mouth weakly hung open, the tentacle plunged into her throat, sucking the spunk out of her and into a clear collection pod that was attached to the floor below.

The woman coughed up the last of the semen on her lungs as the tentacle withdrew from her mouth. Her eyes focused again and immediately locked onto the man’s still leaking and twitching erection. Before she could get to it again, the other woman seemed to have noticed the remains of the man’s cum dribbling from her mouth and lurched forward to share a deep kiss with her.

The frothy white fluid passed between the women’s mouths as their tongues entwined in an intricate dance until they were broken up by a tendril that suddenly emerged out of the man’s ass. It had plunged up into his mouth below and worked through his body as Jean had seen before. The newly exposed tip of the tentacle pushed its way into the mouth of the woman behind the man while the other one resumed bobbing her mouth on his cock as if nothing had happened, humming and gagging happily as the thick meat slammed into the back of her throat.

“What are you doing!? Run!” Annette’s voice broke Jean out of the stupor he had been in. Now that the lights were on, all of the erotic scenes were on fully display, and Jean could feel his own member hardening at the sight, clouding his judgment. Had he always been this easily aroused...? Or were the effects of the alien drug still lingering in his system? Regardless, the results were the same: he was getting careless. His eyes became sharp once again and by the time Annette reached him, he spotted a nearby door that was noticeably less obstructed than the rest.

“Come, we’ll hide in-” Jean started to say as he turned back towards Annette. His eyes widened as he watched the spectacle of the male nurse vault down the middle of the stairwell, using the tentacles along his body to grasp the railings like giant fingers and slow his fall. He landed with a loud, moist thud right behind Annette, who stumbled out into the hall and into Jean’s chest.

There was no way they would be able to hide now that the nurse had clearly seen them. The sound of his landing had caused the tentacles in the area to go wild, closing off all the other potential exit strategies Jean had been cataloging. Their only hope now was to run for the clear door and hope that they could either barricade it or find additional escape routes through it. It was no longer a matter of if they would be captured, but when, and Jean was determined to maximize that time.

Jean grunted and pushed Annette off himself, pivoting on his heel and leaping for the doorway. Annette swerved out of the way of the nurse’s tentacled grasp and dove after Jean who had just wrenched the door open. They both fell into the room in a pile, with Jean cursing at her clumsiness while scrambling to push his weight against the wooden door that was already buckling against the laughing nurse’s bombardment of tendrils.

“Don’t just sit there gawking like a schoolgirl!” Jean barked through grit teeth, sweat pouring down his face. “Find us a way out!” Annette had in fact already been frantically looking around the room and scoffed in frustration both at Jean’s comment and at her own lack of progress in finding an exit.

They were clearly in a radiology lab, with an MRI machine along a far wall and computers that had recently come back to life, and were now processing some automatic routines. Surprisingly, there was little to no sign of the alien infestation in the room, with only the exterior of the windows being blanketed in thick slime being an indicator of anything amiss.

“I-I can’t find any doors!” Annette stammered. “Just hold the door a bit long-” Crash! The door finally burst apart as the nurse gave it one final slam with his tentacle arm, sending Jean and large chunks of wood flying across the floor.

“This area is appointment-only,” the nurse growled, stepping awkwardly through the remains of the door. “Oh, I can’t wait to punish the both of you...” His tongue hung from his mouth as he made lewd motions with it and drooled from anticipation.

“Come and try it!” Annette cried, hurling objects on a nearby desk towards the nurse, which were swatted away harmlessly by the tentacles surrounding him. Jean groaned in pain and uneasily got to his feet next to Annette, who was continuing to throw anything she could find at the approaching man’s gleeful face.
Jean tasted blood on his lips and felt sore all over, but a quick check of his limbs indicated that he was still ready for action. He wasn’t trained in hand-to-hand combat, but even still, he would rather use his scalpel to slit his own throat than go down without a fight. Wielding the sharp implement in his hand, Jean was about to yell and leap for the nurse’s throat, when one of the tentacles suddenly whipped out and caught Annette around the ankle.

With a yelp, she slipped backwards as he began to reel her in, banging her shoulder against the side of the MRI machine where a large button was located. The large device’s bed-like platform retracted into its cylindrical chamber, and a series of deafening buzzes began to ring out into the small room as the cameras within sprang to life.

Jean dropped the scalpel and clasped his hands to his ears in surprise. He had needed CT scans in the past while monitoring the progression of his disease, but usually he listened to music with noise-canceling headphones during the process, so hearing the full brunt of the loud machine’s roar was still startling. The nurse was having a much more violent reaction, however.

The crazed man was no longer laughing, but was instead howling in pain as the tentacles in and around his body began to jerk and spasm uncontrollably. He fell to the floor, vomiting up a grotesque mixture of unidentifiable fluids, and writhed in agony as the tentacles weakly squirmed around him. The buzzing suddenly stopped and the nurse seemed to collect himself, drooling heavily and trying to collect his limp tentacles as he staggered to his feet.

“How dare you sever the Queen’s touch!?” The nurse spat, paying no mind to the vomit still caking his lips. He thrust his arm out towards Annette, who had escaped his grasp during his seizure, but the tentacles were sluggish and simply flopped towards her. The machine suddenly buzzed yet again as it started its next round of scanning, causing the nurse to once again crumple to the floor and shriek in anger and discomfort.

“Go! Now! Before it ends!” Jean yelled to Annette, who didn’t need to be told twice. They leapt past the nurse’s pathetic form and out into the hallway, where the tentacles nearest to them were now twitching and jerking like toys running out of batteries. Despite their sudden lack of coordination, they still held their captives fast, who weren’t groaning in pain like the nurse, but simply seemed desperate for the tentacles to resume fucking them, even going so far as to shake their hips to try and attract the alien phalluses back to their genitals.

“Wh-what’s going on!?” Annette gasped, taking a moment to stare at the strange behavior of the creatures around them.

“Hm ... I have a theory, but we can discuss scientific observations when we are in a safe location,” Jean replied. “Quickly now, to the dining area! We must take advantage of their disarray while it lasts!” Annette nodded and ran off down another hall with Jean close behind. The further they moved away from the radiology lab, the more the tentacles around them showed signs of being in complete control. However, now that they were no longer in danger of being seen by the male nurse, they slightly slowed their pace down to avoid unnecessary sounds and mistakes.