Squirm off the hook and call for help

One thing is certain - it's no good being stuck on the wall in a bio-suit that you've lost the headgear for.

The good news is that it's easy to get out off. It takes just a few minutes of wriggling and squirming to unfasten the zips on the environmental suit and slip out. You drop to the floor and are free.

The red fog is thick here but you can just about see. The bio-suit ripped, your school uniform a little sweaty and rumpled from being worn underneath but otherwise okay.

"Hello?" you venture as loudly as you dare.

There's no response. The snake demon does not come crashing back through the doors. No human voice answers your cry.

"Hello!" you call again, twice as loudly this time, "Anyone there!"

This time there's a response. The doors to this library room burst open and a wave of creatures tumble in. Each creature is about the size of a football and covered in flopping tentacles about a foot long. There look to be hundreds of them.

Accepting your mistake you back silenty up to one corner of the room. You can't see a single eye among the alien, heaving, swarming mass of flesh. Perhaps they can't see you.

One of the tentacled critters launches itself at you. You try and duck but the ambush is too fast. The monster hits you in the face, wrapping itself around your head. Tentacles curl around your neck, the mass of its body blocks your vision completely and it becomes hard to breathe as one of the tentacles tries to **** its way into your mouth.

Staggering forward you pull with all your strength, trying your very beast to lever the mass of flesh from your face - but the monster is incredibly strong. Another of the wave of beasts tackles you, this time taking you down at the knees and once again you find yourself falling to the floor.

Once you're down, stranded on your hands and knees, the wave of tentacles descends on top of you.

Your clothes are ripped, pulled off by the tugging tentacles and discarded.

Your flesh is whipped, smacked and prodded by the squirming demonic host.

One tentacle slides into your pussy. On your hands and knees, trying madly to gasp for air, there is nothing you can do to stop it. The tentacle probes you at first, pushing in deep, twisting inside you. Then, as you start to feel your body react to the cock-like invasion, the tentacle starts to fuck you.

A creature based near the bottom of your back slides a tentacle into your backside. Tentacles play through your fingers. They wrap around your ankles.

It's too much. The pleasure is overbearing. The lack of air too damaging. As a tentacle pulses in your throat you feel light headed at first. Dozens of tentacles squirm over your body, squeezing your breasts, groping, exploring, pushing and thrusting. You cum. You cum again but its vital life energy that you desperately need.

The last sensations your brain is aware of before you succumb to darkness are waves and waves of pure pleasure.

The end.