The Tendriled Hall

You run down the first hallway you can in a panic. The many threats of hell are now all too real to you, and you know you need desperately to reach the end, to claw your way out, to escape once and for all. Perhaps if you're quick enough...

It's dark here. The ground is slippery, slimy. Roots seemed to line it, rigid twigs scattered through the hallway. They are larger and more frequent as you run; softer, too. They become less wood like, and fleshier. Finally, they start to move, and you trip.

It wasn't that you weren't concerned about them. They obviously were there for a reason, something malicious, something terrible. As you hit the ground and feel them catch your tumbling nakedness, you understand that you are about to find out what horror awaits. You lose your sense of direction in the darkness, tumbling in the tendrils and slime. You seem to be wrapped in a thick cavern of flesh, endless snakes preparing to dine on your succulent body.

A few skin like bags drop from the ceiling, like some kind of alien breast. You hear a sound, like a match cast into a barrel of kerosene, and watch them glow to life with an eerie green. The scene is terrifying. The tendrils have wrapped themselves about your body at every corner, and grip you tightly in place. They are powerfully strong, like iron or even steel, and they are now in control of you.

Six or seven more creep up around your face. One slips up your nostril, and you feel it enter into the flesh of your sinuses, disappearing, perhaps even into your brain. It begins to throb. Two more enter your ears, winding down inside. The remainder slip beneath your lips, over your clenched, frightened teeth, and **** open your mouth. You fight, with all the strength that you can, but you cannot stop them.

Your nakedness and powerlessness are overwhelming, and terrifying. Two more tendrils, as thick as young tree trunks, rise to your head, and bud to show two large penis heads, fully erect. You try not to think of what is going to happen next, and fail. They push inside your mouth. One enters your esophagus, the other your wind pipe, bracing you in a mid swallow as they tunnel toward your organs. They begin to throb as well, and pump you full of their seed. Your stomach begins to swell with it. The other seems to be providing some kind of gas, something breathable, but ****.

The original smaller tendrils finally let go of your mouth, and you try to bite down, but are startled by the rigidity of the tendril-cocks, their incredible armor. The tendrils that once grasped your lips, now coated in saliva, race to your nipples, and puncture into your breasts, traveling deep into the tissue of them, winding, lacing them. Your eyes drip with tears, and if you could have spoken you would have been shrieking.

Other trunks rise from the ground beside your suspended body, and began to drip endless slimy seed over your flesh. A few more sprout a blade, and begin to rake your pubic mound, arm pits, and head, shaving all concentrations of hair from your flesh. It rakes your eyebrows, and lashes, and every other point on your body in time, until you are as naked as possible.

You begin to worry, your stomach was overfull and if this continues you feel you might burst. You can feel the seed forcing its way into the lower regions of your digestive system, as your stomach lining stretches against it. Another tendril forms a cup around your clitoris, and begins to pump some even stranger fluid into its flesh. You felt your once sacred body become rigid in all its most important places. A large penile tendril forces its way up your pussy, another up your anus, and both began to pump further essence into your now thoroughly defiled flesh.

Your belly expands painfully as the cum sloshes inside you. At the last moment, the trunks pull out of you, releasing a scream you didn't know you were capable of. Your pussy and ass pour a shower of demon cum, and you could taste more at the back of your throat. Your eyes burn with it. And yet, the smaller tendrils do not let go.

The final part of this ordeal comes from them. They pop tiny yellow-green claws, sharper than a razor, and penetrate your skin, slipping in amongst your muscle and fat. You feel them winding in your body, among veins and arteries and nerves, slithering through your savage flesh. Some tunnel into your tits, others your belly, some up your spine to your brain. Still others enter your stressed womb, or your thighs and buttocks, some your hands, ankles, wrists, and feet. You cry as you scream, knowing that they are violating every part of you that they can. At last, they pull out, every tendril at once, satisfied.

Your muscles burn. They softly dropped you to a now stony floor, vacated of tendrils, your belly stretched, and retreated to the walls. You try to get up, but realize that your flesh will not allow for it, the pressure from within still too great. A drizzle of something cool and white drips out of your nostril where the first penetration was.

You hold herself together, breathing hard.