Kate’s Tentacle Nightmare

Kate’s Tentacle Nightmare

Kate had just finished her first week in her new position as Manager of a care center, and was making her final rounds for the night before going home. She couldn’t believe her luck in being hired for the position…the facility was impeccable, the owners genuinely cared about the staff and the tenants they provided for, and the pay was more than what she’d even asked for. After her last stint in the same position at another care home, she was still trying to process why the owners were willing to pay so much for what was essentially the same position, especially considering the better environment she now was in…but she didn’t dwell on it, instead just being grateful for the opportunity. She had been involved in the caregiver field her entire career, and was the epitome of a professional, poised, and classy manager. Privately however, Kate had always harbored dark fantasies and fetishes and was a highly sexual woman. At thirty-seven years old standing 5’3” and weighing 105, she had a firm body with a nice tight round arse, and perfect 34D breasts. Her bright blue eyes were in lovely striking contrast to her raven black hair, hanging halfway down her back.
Kate locked up her office and headed to the power board to turn on the security system and switch from the main lighting to the evening. This was the one area of the building Kate wasn’t fond of, as she had to navigate down a dark corridor that wasn’t kept up as nicely as the rest of the home. The only doorway present led down into the bowels of the installment, to the boiler room. Kate had seen it while touring the building during her interview, and had an uneasy feeling the entire time she was down there, even though there were three other people present. The room was poorly lit, had a humid and unpleasant atmosphere and the walls seemed to be lightly covered with some sort of moisture. The owners assured her it was due to the size and power of the boilers, and it was nothing for her to worry about. However, Kate couldn’t escape the feeling that being in the boiler room felt like stepping into an alien world and she vowed not to venture down there again without one or two strong men accompanying her.
Kate passed the doorway leading down to the boiler room, making sure she was on the other side of the corridor as she did even though there was a large steel door closing the stairwell off from the passageway. She reached the power board and made the adjustments for the night, and as she was beginning to make her return trip to the office area and head home for the night, she heard a strange sound coming from below in the boiler room. Sounds that she couldn’t quite place, but it sounded like rusty hinges opening. The memory of several grating covers on ventilation shafts along the walls of the room below entered her mind, and the idea that someone might be entering from the outside through the shafts sprang forth. She knew she didn’t want to go down there alone, and if it turned out to be an intruder she wasn’t armed to deal with that…but then she heard it again, and decided she’d go down and take a quick peek. If it is an intruder, she thought, I can always come back topside and call for help. Her mind made up, she opened the door and began down the darkened stairwell to meet her fate.
The stairwell was dimly lit, with only one overhead bulb providing the light and it was near the entry door. Kate held tight to the railing as she navigated thru the semi-darkness, the light fading as she made the descent. By the time she’d reached the end of the stairs and stepped into the boiler room itself, it was nearly pitch black. Her hand fumbled along the walls until she found the light switch, cringing at the slimy residue she felt. She flipped the switch, but the light was nearly as poor as the one in the stairwell, and provided little in the way of actual illumination. Kate could see the grate coverings along the wall, and as she scanned around the room she noticed that one of them was indeed unhinged. They were oddly formed, she’d noticed that when she saw them originally. Not the typical square or rectangular shapes one would normally expect, but more of an oval…but not quite a perfect oval, as it tapered inward at the top. They look like huge vaginal openings, she thought during her interview, and had to stifle a bad case of the giggles lest she looked like a fool in front of her hoped-for employers. She saw no tracks on the floor however and feeling emboldened, she decided she’d simply put the grate back into place and go home for the night. What Kate failed to notice was the smooth but steady track along the side of the wall, leading upward from the shaft the misaligned grating had covered. As a result, she failed to notice the slug-like creature that was waiting on the ceiling for its hapless prey. It was a mottled grey, blending in perfectly with the concrete surroundings, nearly twelve feet long and five feet in girth, covered in slime as any garden variety slug would be. Other than the obvious size difference, the other distinguishing feature it possessed was ten tentacles protruding from its body, five to a side. They were roughly two feet long apiece, but as Kate would soon find out, they extended to triple that length.
Kate took hold of the grating and noticed immediately how much more thick the slime she felt on the walls while searching for the light switch was on the grid itself.