Hell On Earth

The floor was sticky. Lois noticed that with her first step. It was dark beyond the door, and there was a foul reek that brought to mind the time she had found a jizz-soaked pair of panties beneath her roommate's bed after Spring Break. Lois stepped forward with less confidence, stumbling in her heels a bit as the floor was not flat and even, but unwilling to take off her shoes just yet. Rat was just behind her, but she didn't look at him. She was trying to get her eyes to accustom to the darkness...

It was a large room—the only light spilled in from the open doorway, and she couldn't make out the edges of it. There were pillars all over the room, irregularly spaces. Not smooth, but thin, knobbly...organic. Very gently, she reached over to touch one...and felt it move beneath her hand, shying away.

Flesh. She had touched living flesh. Warm and wet and...leaking. Lois brought her palm up to her nose and sniffed. A familiar odor that made her mouth tingle and stomach gurgle.

She took out her cellphone, and turned on the light app. Pale luminescence shone out...and she saw the room for what it was.

Like a forest, or an orchard. Naked human bodies, suspended in a mass of crimson tendrils that seemed to run under and through them. They hung there, in all manner of positions, rooted to ceiling and floor...and they were alive. Lois could see the eyes move, the mouths open and close wordlessly. Tendrils penetrated all of their orifices—mouths and assholes writhed around phallic tubules, cocks and vulvas engulfed by fat pitcher-plant like suckers—and the tubules from the latter were partially clear, so Lois could see the white flood moving spasmodically through, out of the prisoners to...what?

The floor was covered by the crimson cables, carrying their pale white loads on. Lois followed. They bunched and merged into great trunks, and rose up to a throne...and disappeared into a pair of massive crimson sacks. Testicles bigger than basket balls, crimson skin pulled taut over the swollen orbs. Above the balls rose a scarlet shaft, from which dripped a familiar, grey white fluid, escaping from the erection in slow, steady spurts, to be caught in a great shallow dish. Lois recognized the woman catching the demonic jizz as Maria, the barmaid from upstairs. As for the owner of the cock and balls...

"Hello Lois," the figure on the throne said with a smile, eyes glowing brightly in the darkness. "I've been expecting you."