Not Alone in the Dark

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. He needed to distract himself… to override his heightened reproductive instincts.

He clenched his fist as hard as he could. To his surprise, his fingernails – much like his hair – were still a similar length to what he remembered from before he fell into the coma. Somehow, they hadn’t grown in that interim. However, they were still long enough to penetrate into his palm, allowing the tiniest trickle of blood to escape and seep into the slime-covered bedding below. The pain nearly made him wince, but he remained motionless and allowed his mind to focus on the sharp sensation and away from his demanding genitals. His erection didn’t subside completely, but it did lose some strength, starting to slowly wilt just as the nurse stood up straight.

The other man’s head had been completely wrapped in tentacles, depriving him of his senses as several more milker tentacles slithered up onto the bed and began to take turns suckling at his spasming, gushing penis. Clear sacs along the walls began to fill up with thick, whitish liquid that appeared to be liters of human cum, but Vincent didn’t have much time to investigate. The nurse, finished playing with the helpless man, tenderly stroked his inner-thigh with a slender hand and spun around to face Vincent, who quickly closed his eyes and continued the losing battle of ignoring his libidol. Seeing the woman’s voluptuous boobs swing freely as she had turned around towards him hadn’t helped matters much.

“Oh?” The nurse said. Vincent could hear the soft sound of her footsteps slowly approaching his bed. “For a moment, I thought I saw one of you naughty boys getting hard. Did the sight of my cute ass turn you on?” She giggled and came to a stop next to Vincent. “Was it… you?”

Vincent tensed, waiting for her to assault him, but nothing happened. Cracking an eye open, he saw that the woman had pulled back the curtain next to him and was inspecting another man in the adjacent bed. She traced the long nail of one of her fingers along the sleeping man’s semi-erect shaft before suddenly spitting on the tip, rubbing the saliva into his flesh until it glistened.

“If you are awake, I need you to let me know, okay?” She pouted. “I don’t like when patients misbehave. Why don’t we test to see if you are ready?” The nurse pulled a thin rag from within her tattered pants and dipped it in some slime that had pooled on a nearby surface. As she let the excess fluid drip off of the rag, she used her other hand to guide a small tentacle from the bedpost towards the man’s cock, where it wrapped around the base and held the partially erect member straight and taut.

“No man can resist this… so we will soon know if you’re awake and ready to continue your treatment,” the nurse murmured. She held the slippery cloth with both hands, pulling it tight around the man’s glans, before beginning to aggressively polish the exposed, sensitive tip. Her hands blurred back and forth as slimy lube spattered into the air. Despite her powerfully scouring the man’s cock head, held in place by the tentacle, he didn’t flinch at all. Clearly, he was still comatose. The nurse continued to torture his glans for another minute to be sure, but gave up soon after. “Still resting peacefully, I see. Hopefully you are dreaming of the pleasures that are soon to welcome you.”

She sighed and suddenly jerked her head to look at Vincent, who had just barely managed to close his eyes again. Seeing the lewd sight had made him lose his focus and he could feel blood rushing to his penis even as it continued to bleed from his white-knuckled palm. The nurse clicked her tongue in disappointment.

“Mmm…” She muttered, “ Perhaps it was this handsome patient who was stirring?”

Vincent sensed the woman moving towards him and then felt soft skin brushing against his abdomen. This was the end of the line. If she abused his glans in the same manner as the other man, Vincent had no hope of staying still. He heard the nurse chuckle gently dip that accursed rag of hers into slime just next to his head.

Suddenly, a woman’s distant, high-pitched shriek cut through the throbbing, squelching sounds from the living walls. In a heartbeat, the nurse jerked away from Vincent’s sweating body and sprinted out of the room. It wasn’t until the sounds of her crazed cackling began to fade that Vincent opened his eyes again.

Though the nurse was gone, the tentacles around the room were still wiggling, and the man across from Vincent was still being tightly restrained and stimulated. The man had ejaculated so much cum that it had not only leaked out of the tentacle sleeve and onto the bed, but was also starting to pool on the fleshy floor, where it was slowly being absorbed into the organic, pulsating mass.

The man wasn’t the only one being molested. The woman on the other side of the curtain next to Vincent suddenly started to groan and violently struggle, causing her bed to shake and cabinets along the wall to burst open, loudly spilling their contents onto the floor. As if attracted to the din, several tentacles that had been languidly hanging from the ceiling suddenly lashed out at the thrashing woman. Though Vincent couldn’t see what was happening, they had clearly managed to subdue her. The muffled moans and rhythmic, wet sounds emanating from beyond the curtain gave Vincent a pretty good idea of the woman’s fate.

Vincent had held on as long as he could, but the erotic sights and sounds around him, coupled with the powerful drug entering his system, had finally forced his cock to become fully – painfully even – erect. If the nurse returned, he would be immediately exposed. He had to act… but how? Not only was this infernal tentacle still lodged in his mouth, but it was clear that any loud noises or struggling would attract the unwanted attention of the grotesque tendrils that were innocently draped around the room.

Suddenly, his eyes caught something glinting next to his bed. On his bedside table was a pile of various medical instruments: cotton swabs, wooden sticks, sealed needles, and the like, which had fallen from the cabinets thanks to the woman’s flailing. Looking up, Vincent noticed that thin tendrils and membranes had already started to re-grow over the opened cabinet doors, likely having been torn when it was forced open. It didn’t seem like anything else would be falling through them any time soon, so he had to work with what he was given.

A lone scalpel was lodged blade-side down in a fleshy growth, which had started to leak an orange fluid, but had already started to regenerate from the cut and was beginning to wrap around the metal handle. Vincent inwardly admonished the carelessness of whatever staff member had left a blade in a scalpel like that, but also thanked that person for this bit of serendipity.

As slowly as he could, Vincent reached his arm out towards the tool, weaving his steady hand through the gaps in the web-like organic strands that surrounded his bed. Just as Vincent was about to grab the scalpel, a tentacle he hadn’t noticed suddenly slithered up onto the table. He froze as the questing tendril wormed its way towards his fingers, but it seemed to just be investigating the objects scattered about, and was not targeting his limb.

Seeing an opening, he swiftly grasped the scalpel and yanked on it. At first it seemed as though the membranous growths on the tool would hold strong, but with another tug, he managed to remove the scalpel from its slimy resting place and ever so carefully withdrew his arm until the scalpel was at his side.

Vincent wanted a moment to calm himself, but that didn’t seem possible given how his urge to masturbate was growing more and more demanding by the second. He felt like if he didn’t empty his swollen balls soon that they would explode, and a copious amount of precum was already coating his twitching shaft. There was no guaranteeing his sanity for even another minute, so he sprang into action without hesitation, swinging the sharp blade of the scalpel up and severing the tentacle around his mouth.

As soon as he did so, orange fluid gushed down from the severed, writhing tentacle, splashing down onto Vincent’s face and blinding him. Instinctively, he rolled forward and found the edge of the bed, before sliding to the floor with a soft squish beneath his bare feet. Luckily, the damaged tentacle didn’t seem to be capable of making any noise, and his own sounds were barely imperceptible among the moans that echoed around the room.

Wiping the slime from his eyes, he glanced back at the tentacle. To his surprise, it was starting to regenerate, as if the cut had never happened. Feeling movement in his mouth, he realized that he had yet to remove the appending trapped in his throat, which was also starting to grow outwards from his lips as if forming an entirely new tendril.

He grabbed the squirming, fleshy nodule and nearly choked as he pulled it from his body. The tentacle within his throat had been nearly half a meter long, and it flailed and leaked its alien juices all over the floor while Vincent glared at it with a mixture of disgust and fascination. Seeing that the tentacle over the bed was starting to swing around as if feeling for him, Vincent threw the tendril in his hand towards the far side of the room, where it crashed into a shelf.

Dozens of tentacles, including the one that had been searching for him, scrambled towards the source of the sound. Taking advantage of their distraction, Vincent relatively noiselessly crept towards the open doorway, observing the rest of the comatose patients as he judiciously placed each step. He passed by the woman, who by this point had been practically absorbed into the writhing mass of tentacles covering her bed. Her head and limbs had all been engulfed in the fleshy growths and only her torso could be seen, though even that was hard to make out through all of the tentacles playing with her helpless, naked body.

Vincent couldn’t discern what exactly was happening to her, but it was clear that her impressively large and perky breasts were being milked just like the other man’s penis, and that several phallic tentacles of different shapes and sizes were taking turns thrusting deep into her gushing vagina. Vincent reflexively grabbed his own cock and mindlessly began to stroke himself at the sight, before snapping out of it and refocusing on his escape.

It was too late to help the others in the room even if he had wanted to. The strange tentacles had already claimed their bodies, so Vincent left them to their lewd fates as he crept into the hallway. The last thing he heard from the room behind him were the whimpering woman’s hips that shook and jerked feebly as yet another mind-melting orgasm rocked her body.

The hallway was in no better condition than the room had been. What had once been a clean, orderly corridor now looked like the inside of a giant’s throat… one that had been eating a lot of bubblegum and worms. Open doorways were barely visible between the mottled, pulsating growths along the walls, and tentacles hung from and slithered along every glistening surface.

He knew that sitting out in the open like this would expose him to danger. While it was still dark between emergency light flashes, he couldn’t be sure when that insane nurse would be back this way, nor if there were others he had to be aware of. It was impossible to get his bearings, as the building had been a maze to navigate even before it looked like a featureless flesh tunnel, but if he could get to the end of the hall, he figured he would be near an outer wall – and with luck, an exit.

Vincent 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 Vincent – 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, Vincent’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.

Vincent 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, Vincent 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.

Vincent 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 Vincent’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 Vincent’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 Vincent 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 Vincent 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.

Vincent 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. Vincent 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. Vincent 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 Vincent 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 Vincent 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 Vincent 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. Vincent was not particularly skilled in fighting, but he would do what he must.

The woman moved down the hall towards his hiding place, walking with an almost drunken gait as she fondled her left tit with her non-tentacled hand. She seemed to be done with her song and instead had gone back to simply giggling and moaning lewdly. As if her sexual desires had reached a tipping point, she suddenly stopped patrolling the corridor and instead turned towards where several men were trapped in the wall.

Each of them were squirming and groaning as tendrils, slick with a lube-like slime, rapidly frisked their rigid members. The sight of the straining cocks seemed to flip a switch in the nurse, who leapt over to the men and started to happily rub her cheeks along their swollen shafts, fondling their large balls with her left hand. Meanwhile, the tentacles clinging to her right arm spread out and began to masturbate the men as well, aggressively spinning around their sensitive cock heads.

The men grunted and yelled in pleasure as they were forced to spurt their creamy cum onto the nurse’s juicy tits. She laughed and began to massage the semen into her skin while locking her lips over those of one of the men, dominating him with a kiss. She continued to pleasure the men – and herself – seemingly having given up on the hunt for the time being, but Vincent was sure that was only until she had satiated her incredible lust.

“M-monsieur… please do not give me away…” a soft voice croaked from the darkness behind Vincent. He flinched and spun towards the sound, ready to drive his blade into an attacker, but stopped short. A small amount of light penetrated into the room from the crack in the door. For the first time, he realized that he was in some sort of medicinal storage closet. Several shelves were lined with bottled pills, boxes of latex gloves, and other medical items, all of which seemed surprisingly untouched by the encroaching tendrils along the floor.

A woman was huddled in the corner behind a small steel table, clutching a full satchel in her arms. Though Vincent couldn’t make out all of her features in the dim lighting, he could tell that she had long, dark hair done up in a loose bun, thin-framed glasses, fair skin, and wore a stained doctor’s coat. Judging by her lean frame and stature, she seemed to be a bit younger than him, so perhaps late twenties or early thirties. Her weary eyes darted back and forth between Vincent’s scalpel and the crack in the door, clearly not sure which to be more terrified of.

Vincent hesitated for a moment before withdrawing his weapon. He didn’t say a word, instead turning back to peer through the small gap to confirm the location of the more dangerous woman of the two. The one in the room with him, while unexpected, appeared harmless. She had no visible weapons on her, and the only thing strapped to her waist was a two-way radio. Though he knew appearances could be deceiving, he would rather take his chances with the mere potential of a threat than the clear danger that was the tentacle-possessed nurse out in the hall, who was now greedily sucking the nipples of an immobile, naked woman while her tentacles ravaged her gaping orifices.

The woman in the corner also remained quiet, clasping a hand over her nose and mouth to muffle her shaky breaths as best she could. Her eyes widened and Vincent’s grip on the scalpel tightened when they both saw the nurse pull her lips away from the helplessly bound woman’s perky breasts and slowly turn to face their hiding spot. Giving the moaning woman’s tits one final playful tweak, the nurse started to saunter towards the storage room door, while a couple of tentacles descended from the ceiling and continued to knead and milk the helpless woman’s boobs in her stead.

As the nurse drew closer and closer, the tentacles along her arm gradually slipped out from the woman’s pussy, throat, and anus, one ribbed section at a time, causing her to gasp and shudder.