Ambushed by a forgotten experiment

The air in the strange underground workshop felt unnatural. Liv could feel it shifting around her, lurking like a fog made of something far denser than water vapor. It was almost slick to the touch, if such a thing could be said about air. Slimy and wet, it seemed to almost slide against her body, stroking and caressing here and there with every passing breeze, like the unwelcome hand of a stranger passing by on the street at night.

Liv shivered, ducked her head away from the writhing woman bound to a nearby device, and pressed on, deeper into the room. She stepped carefully over tipped over cages and scattered shards of glass that spread their way out onto the floor in an inconsistently precarious and chaotic arrangement.

"I guess I got lucky," Liv muttered. "Managed to pick the one laboratory no one's been to in months by the look of this damn mess." Though she seemed to have evaded her pursuers, Liv was nowhere near relaxed. Her ears perked up at a loud snap, just behind her-- the foot of something heavy crunching through the remnants of a rusted birdcage, but before Liv could react, it was upon her.

She could barely the creature, but she could certainly feel it. Elongated whispy tendrils seemed to fade in and out of reality like the ripple that follows a fish through the water. They flailed around mindlessly in front of her, while more invisible strands seized her limbs and waist.

"Shit!" Liv panicked as she was hoisted into the air, and though she tried to resist, the bindings around her ankles and wrists slowly **** her to spread open. The **** was slow and gradual, but so immensely strong that it was as though Liv wasn't even trying to fight back, it simply did as it wished, as though she were nothing but a child's doll.

The smell of it hit her all at once, the convoluted mixture of oceanic scents which was simultaneously the fresh smell of rain, the beauty of the constantly crashing waves, and the putrid stench of rotting fish. When the creature stuffed one of it's rubbery appendages into her mouth and down her throat, a strange salty sweet taste joined with the other confusing sensations.

Liv's eyes bulged wide, staring around at the nothingness of a black, empty room as the tendril probed deep into her throat, forcing her to gag, and gag again as her eyes began to water. Faint tears ran down her cheeks from the strain, smearing the expensive make-up Emmaline had worked so hard to **** her to wear.

Other tendrils roamed her body now, Liv could sense but not see them as they wove up into her dress, sliding against her skin with the same apathetic gesture and the same overwhelming control. Liv felt cold air against her skin, and glanced down to get momentary glance at the clothing peeling away from her skin-- it was an utterly bizarre sight, as though the fabric was being liquefied and sucked up into the air where it seemed to vanish into nothingness. Another firm tendril wrapped around her chin, tilting her head upward and pulling Liv's eyes away from the sight.

Soon she felt foreign limbs tracing over her curves, the tiny sensation of dozen of tiny protuberances, like the suckers of an octopus each passing over her breasts, teasing her nipple again and again and again with and impossible level of tenderness and urgency. One seemed to slide up between her legs as well, wrapping up under her until she was sitting astride it, the entire thing as wide and thick as the branch of a tree. It too rubbed against her, stroking itself against the lips of her labia, again teasing her with so many tiny bumps, each one causing her to jump in shock at it's slick touch.

It crawled up her stomach and chest to slowly wrap around her neck, when it suddenly seemed to split upon it's length. A long, phallic shape pressed against her cheek, then another against her collarbone, then another against her stomach, and lower as Liv realized with growing horror and certainty where they would arrive. Soon enough, a pair pressed against her from below, calmly re-positioning themselves beneath her pair of holes.

Liv's panic twisted into urgency as she tried to struggle against her bindings, but try as she might she could barely even squirm in the creature's steady grasp. It didn't seem to mind, or even really take note, and the tentacle slowly coiled around her neck, pressing the fleshy members slowly up into Liv as it did.

The slimy fluids secreted by the creature made for an easy entrance, and it gradually and easily impaled Liv deeper and deeper upon itself. "MM!!MMhMmmm" Liv's muffle yells faded into a whimper as the tentacle tightened around her neck--not enough to **** her, but a firm reminder of exactly who was in control here. The tentacle slowly began to undulate, pulling it's cocks in and out of Liv with each alien ripple and pressed a half dozen others against her chest as well with each gesture.

As it moved, Liv felt her mind quickly fading into a haze. The world became more distant, and her thoughts gradually fixated on the sensation of these strange objects pumping in and out of her pussy and ass. Distantly, she recognized that she didn't want to give in. She didn't want to let go of who she was and let this thing do as it wished with her, but presently Liv couldn't find it in herself to care.

It was as though she was watching herself through the passive eyes of a stranger-- Liv saw her chest rising and falling, her breasts heaving with each movement of the monster beneath her. She could see her eyes staring vacant off into the distance, fixated on some point of nothing off in the perpetual darkness. She watched her body shaking, convulsing as an orgasm wracked her form, then again as another washed over her.

Her consciousness began to fade as the creature lurked backward, carrying her body into the shadows, it's movement now lending a new flow to the way it's cocks plunged into her and as Liv's mind vanished, she felt as though she was simply fading from one dream into the next.