Let’s check in with Ellen

Ellen had been sleeping peacefully. Her morning had been quite eventful: Getting the kids up and ready for the day, only to get into a car accident, then having to wait on the ambulance ride into the hospital. Ellen hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep since 4 am. Now, though, they were in the hospital and there was nothing she needed to worry about. The doctors could take care of everything and she could finally get some rest.

That’s when she heard the explosion.

A bright flash and the smell of sulfur brought the mother of two quickly to her feet. She couldn’t explain it, but she just knew something had happened to her children.

Quickly, she tried to push through the door to the imaging room, only to find it wouldn’t so much as budge against its hinges. Throwing her full weight against it sent her spiraling to the ground, landing upon her wrist and sending a sharp pain into her hand.

“Damn it all! What’s going on in there?!” She muttered, cradling her arm against her chest.

Taking out her cell phone, Ellen quickly dialed “9-1-1” letting out a sigh of relief as the dial tone went through.

A deep male voice came through the other end of the line:

“Hello. This is emergency dispatch. How can I help you?”

Ellen took a moment to collect her thoughts before responding.

“I’m at the hospital. There’s been an explosion and I can’t get in to find my children!”

There was a pause.

“Ma’am please remain calm and take… Take some deep breaths. I’m sending units your way as we speak. Can you -mph- can you give me any additional detail as to where you are inside the hospital?”

Ellen was beginning to panic. Where was she right now? The hallways had been so confusing and she had hardly paid any attention getting down here. How could she possibly direct a response team without knowing where she was leading them?

“I- I’m not sure. I think we’re in the basement… I’m down by the radiology department!”

“Not to worry ma’am, we’ll be there soon… We’re getting additional reports of an explosion at your location. It may not be safe to remain in the basement level. Please make your way back up to the lobby so our team can confirm your account and ensure your- your safety before entering the lower levels.”

As Ellen went to respond, she heard a thunderous roar from behind the door to radiology. The lighting flickered and the ceiling tiles began to rain white dust upon the room.

“Fuck! Shirls if you sit like that—”

The phone call ended with an abrupt click.

Ellen wasn’t quite sure what to make of what she had heard. It certainly sounded like something sexual had been happening over the phone, but surely there must have been some other explanation.

Maybe this “Shirls” person had been leaning too far back in her chair and had pulled the phone line off the desk… sure. That could happen!

Putting her doubts to the side, Ellen considered her current situation:

Her children needed her, but there was no way she could past the door to radiology, and it seemed as though the building foundation might not be as stable as she’d hoped. The emergency team should be here soon, but they might need help finding her in this maze of rooms and corridors.

With a deep sigh, Ellen decided to try and find her way back up to the hospital’s main lobby.

At first, Ellen noticed nothing out of the ordinary. The cold marble hallways stretched plainly into the distance, interrupted occasionally by a branching intersection or alcove containing unoccupied patient beds or imaging equipment.

As she moved further on, though she began noticing an absence of any signage or anything to indicate her current location. The lighting began to dim and she was certain she’d seen some of these things before. No stairwells to be found and walls seemed to get ever so slightly closer as time went on.

Fighting down a growing sense of panic that she might never find her way out of here, Ellen felt an intense relief as she finally came across an elevator.

Looking back the way she’d come, Ellen was hard pressed to recall which of the passages she’d taken to reach this point. A heavy cloud seemed almost to have enveloped her thoughts, blunting any attempt at reconstructing a mental map of this place.

With that discomfiting thought, Ellen pushed down on the call button and waited for the elevator to come.

With a low ding, the brown steel of the elevator’s doors gave way to the dimly lit interior: wood paneling marred by the scratches from decades of use, a broken plastic fixture from which the pale yellow light illuminated the rest of the elevator cab, and a set of plastic buttons with numbers to indicate the desired floor.

As she stepped into the elevator, Ellen felt her feet squish against the damp carpeting. She noted a wet floor sign leaned against the left railing as well as the slow drip from the rusted ceiling of the compartment.

Ellen made a mental note never to visit this hospital again.

Searching the floor selection, she settled on one marked with a star. As the doors closed, she stood off to the side, away from the constant drip and the puddle in the center of the floor.

As the cab began to move upwards, she noted from the display that she had been on level “L3”, the number changing with a gentle ding every few seconds. As the indicator flashed for the ground floor, another shriek and a dull roar shook the cabin. The lights flickered and went out, leaving the poor mother trapped within the dark and musty elevator.

Ellen immediately reached for the emergency phone, only to find the door had rusted shut. No matter how hard she pulled at the little handle, the door refused to budge. Taking out her own phone, she found that there was no signal. She cursed, throwing her phone at the floor in a fit of anger.

It landed with a hard thud, splashing some of the foul liquid against her thighs.

Ellen reached down to recover her phone. Her fingers squishing against the ruined carpet as the phone withdrew with a sickening squelch. She wondered for a moment at the string of fluid that hung between the corner of her phone and the puddle, but shook it gently to sever the connection. Replacing the phone in her pants pocket, she marveled at the warmth she now felt on her hand as well as on her thighs where the liquid had splashed.

Ellen was beginning to question whether it was really water she was standing in, but the dull haze within her mind blunted any further inquiry into her current situation.

Minutes passed. Ellen began to lose track of how long she had spent inside the elevator. Surely someone must have noticed the malfunction by now?! Where was the fire department? Where was the rescue team she had called?!

Despite her disgust at the pooling fluids on the floor, Ellen’s legs were beginning to get tired after standing for so long. She also noticed a faint tingling wherever the “water” had touched her skin.

Convincing herself it was necessary, she slowly lowered herself into a seated position as far from the pool as she could find room. As the seat of her pants pressed against the soggy carpet, she felt the warmth of the liquid as it soaked gently into her jeans and then her panties, her pussy suddenly awash with the feeling of moist cloth and warm slime.

There was no denying that this stuff wasn’t water, but she had no desire to stand back up. The warmth of this slime was enjoyable, and the burning sensation quickly expanded to include her undercarriage. After a few minutes on the floor, Ellen felt her eyelids begin to droop.

“N-nmph- Nooooh- what about my kids?! Why am I so sleepy all- all of a sudden?”

Even as she spoke, her muscles betrayed her mind, sagging slowly until her face rested within the puddle’s center.

“Itsch shooosw- sho warmmmm” Her tongue lolled out, licking against the filthy carpet, drawing some of the slime within herself. “Sho warm and -slurp- shw delishush…”

As her consciousness faded, Ellen never noticed hours later as the lights returned and the elevator resumed its journey upwards.

The doors opened slowly, releasing a torrent of the white fluid out into the main lobby. The delirious mother’s body slid to a halt three feet from the doors, covered from head to toe in the semen drained down from the floors above. Her clothes dissolved by the noxious solution, curves on display for all those passing by the hospital’s reception area.

Had she been aware of her situation, Ellen would have felt intense shame at her predicament. As it was however, she merely proceeded to drool as the fluids drained from within her limp body.

“Ah. Mrs. Sturges! We’ve been expecting you for a while now. I trust you enjoyed your journey up?”

The voice belonged to Samirah. Having replaced her ruined scrubs, she now stood leering over Ellen’s lurid body.

The hospital’s visitors might not notice the pool of demonic cum that oozed beneath her feet, but they’d be certain to notice a naked woman sprawled across the floor beside the entrance. Already some furtive glances were being cast their way, and Samirah didn’t want to risk disrupting patient intake… Even if it would be fun to drop the pretense for a while.

“If you’d be so kind as to follow me. I’ll show you to the recovery room.”