Ten minutes later, Sarah, Zoey, and Diana furtively creaked the shed door open and peeked out into the surrounding neighborhood. Truth be told, they didn't have much in the way of a plan other than "don't get caught".
Adam had been adamant about staying behind, because if he got captured, they wouldn't be able to operate the shelter. He also asked them for the contact info of their families so he could try and get in touch with them in the meantime. Sarah suspected he was just trying to save his own skin while staying snug and warm in the bunker. It was… understandable, but her impression of him dropped slightly. He didn't leave them completely without aid, though.
Sarah gripped the single-shot flare gun he had given her. This was a bit of a last resort as it wouldn't really do much damage to anything, and it would also have the minor inconvenience of alerting any and all nearby living beings to their exact location. Great if rescue workers were in the vicinity but not so great if the "sky jellyfish", as Adam called them, were watching.
Do they even see? How do their sensory organs work? Sarah was still fascinated by their anatomy. If she could just write a detailed thesis paper on them, her tenure would be secured for sure… not that such things mattered much anymore.
"Come on, girls, the coast is clear." Sarah eased the door open and gingerly stepped outside, looking around the area. The other two shuffled out behind her, huddling close. They started making their way down the road, keeping to the side and ducking between shrubs and parked cars as they went.
"Hey, I don't see any more of those creepy coleoids floating around," Diana whispered. "Knock on wood, though, right?"
Sarah and Zoey blinked at her.
"What?" Diana stared back at them in confusion.
"'Coleoids'!?" Zoey exclaimed. "Since when do you use big words like that?"
"I guess you paid more attention in my classes than I gave you credit for." Sarah said approvingly.
"See? I know things," Diana proudly declared, smirking at the look on both of their faces and puffing out her chest. Now that Diana mentioned it, Sarah glanced around the skies and didn't see any sign of the large sky jellies.
"Okay then, do you know why we still hear screaming and stuff despite those 'coleoids' not being here anymore?" Zoey retorted, continuing to scan their surroundings as they swiftly but carefully moved down the street. Sarah heard them too. Sounds of panic were still erupting sporadically around the area, though the nearby streets and skies were seemingly empty. No aliens or humans in sight. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
"Yeah… that's… odd," Sarah nervously agreed. Suddenly, she grabbed the girls and yanked them behind a parked van. "Shhhh! Get down!" She wildly covered their mouths while stifling her own breathing. The flustered girls pulled Sarah's hands away and looked around with panicked faces.
"Wha-?" Diana gasped as her eyes went wide. Through the windows of the van, they could make out… something... lumbering along at the next intersection. Curiosity got the best of them, and they all slowly peeked out at the thing. Zoey covered her own mouth this time and Diana fell backwards onto her butt in shock. Only Sarah had steeled herself to get a good look, having already glanced it before.
The thing was humanoid in appearance, but seemingly made up of countless fleshy tentacles the width of an arm that were twined together like musculature. Nearly eight feet tall, it took deliberate, plodding steps that made very little noise despite its size.
What was most alarming, however, was what was inside its chest. A completely nude woman was embedded into its body as if being absorbed into a giant suit of tentacles. Her arms and legs were completely enclosed within the writhing mass. Her head was mostly covered as well, save for her mouth, which was filled with a pulsating tentacle that slowly worked its way in and out from between her lips. The rest of her body was completely exposed, and several thin tendrils covered in autonomously wiggling cilia caressed her entrapped form all over.
Her bountiful breasts jiggled madly with each step the monster took but were mostly held in place by a pair of tentacles that were tightly wrapped around the base of each tit, holding them taut and squeezing rhythmically. Two other transparent tentacles were busy aggressively suckling at her hard pink nipples that were clearly releasing copious amounts of milk. Small tendrils inside the sucking tentacles teased the hard nubs, swirling around each nipple with devilish speed. The milk was carried up through the tentacles and into the back of the "suit" out of sight.
Sarah couldn't tear her eyes off it, but they did start to wander down the woman's toned, flat stomach and stopped on her sex. The poor woman's pussy was completely stuffed with three tentacles, frantically pumping in and out of the dripping hole at alternate speeds. Her love juices were sent splashing all over the street below as the thrashing rods mercilessly pounded her.
Two smaller feelers had grown out of the tentacles surrounding her hips and were caressing her swollen clit with impressive teamwork as one kept her clitoral hood peeled back while the other danced over her helplessly exposed bud. The teasing tendril's slightly blurred appearance indicated that it was vibrating at high speeds as it pressed into her sensitive flesh.
It was hard to tell from her vantage point, but Sarah also thought she saw yet another tentacle ravaging the woman's behind, but with so many tentacles thrusting and writhing, it was hard to be sure.
Strange… that woman doesn't seem to be pregnant… maybe she recently gave birth…? Sarah pondered, trying to piece together how lactation could be possible. She often found it less jarring to witness new, unknown phenomenon than when something she was already confident in began to behave in unexpected ways.
Suddenly, the woman began to spasm and jerk against her bonds, weakly bucking her hips forward and letting out a muffled scream into the tentacle fucking her throat. The screams quickly devolved into moans. Her legs shook and a torrent of juices suddenly gushed from her abused cunt, coating the tentacles to make them even more slick as they continued to piston into her unabated.
Some of the liquid fell to the ground below, but most of it was caught in a bowl-shaped appendage positioned below her crotch and was quickly absorbed into the surrounding tentacles like a sponge. Sarah couldn't even imagine just how intense of an orgasm that must have been. She sometimes saw spots just from her own small vibrator, so she shuddered in both fear and arousal watching the tormented woman.
After the woman began to calm down a bit, the human-alien monstrosity started to move as if to look around and scan the area. It stretched out a tentacled arm the size of a log and the woman's arm fused within it moved in tandem. It wasn't clear if she was controlling the "suit" or vice-versa.
Several smaller tentacles snaked out of the arm and began to weave around the nearby cars as if looking for prey. A sudden sharp intake of breath made Sarah turn around to see Zoey and Diana both staring wide-eyed at the side of the van, where the tip of one of the questing tentacles was slithering into view. It poked and prodded along the ground as it crept closer to their hiding spot.
Sarah urgently gestured for them to turn back down the way they had come, but as they pivoted to make their escape, Diana silently mouthed, "Oh fuck" as they saw another one of the human-tentacle hybrid creatures investigating a yard behind them.
This time, however, it was not a woman trapped inside the tentacles, but a man. He was absorbed into the flesh in the same manner as the other captive and looked a little bit younger judging by his build - possibly a student from the university.
He drooled and groaned loudly as the tentacle filling his mouth seemed to intermittently pump orange goo into his throat, gushing out the sides of his filled cheeks. Small tendrils playfully danced across his nipples, stroking them in an apparent, futile attempt to draw milk from them. They were having much better luck milking the appendage between his restrained legs.
As the creature turned, the girls all stared as the man's bulging balls swayed in the air and hit the side of the tentacle legs with a meaty smack. Sarah had seen plenty of testicles in her time, but these seemed notably larger than those in her memories – slightly smaller than tennis balls. A small tentacle lurched out and wrapped itself around the base of his sack, squeezing his large testicles tight against the skin.
Another tentacle wound its way up his leg and the tip opened like a flower to reveal countless small, writhing cilia. It gently cupped around his straining balls and began to squeeze them while tickling at the tight sack. The renewed muted moans and cries of the man indicated that they knew exactly what they were doing.
Sarah saw Zoey blush madly and turn away, looking down at the ground, taking off her glasses as if to clean them. Diana, however, was unabashedly staring at the man's crotch - and for good reason, as Sarah internally agreed that it was quite the show. Despite the horrific scene, it was still dripping with scientific and erotic intrigue.
The man's cock was fully erect and visible inside the translucent tentacle that engulfed the shaft. The outside of the tentacle pulsated and squeezed in rhythmic motions while an inner sleeve was rapidly stroking all six inches of his member.
Though the inside of the tentacle was filled with various fluids, Sarah could still make out what looked like a series of spinning brush-like tendrils, aggressively polishing the sensitive tip of his penis. The man began to thrash his hips but quickly stopped as the tentacles' grip on his balls tightened. He spasmed wildly as white cum suddenly pumped out of his cock and was hungrily swallowed up by the tentacle milking him.
The semen was deposited into a bulbous, transparent sac on the "head" of the creature. It sloshed as it moved, already containing nearly a gallon of spunk. Though the man had just spent his load, the insatiable tentacles didn't let up for even a moment - in fact they almost seemed to start working even faster as if newly incensed.
Sarah had been told by some ex-boyfriends how intense post-orgasm stimulation could be. She had been curious at the time, but now, watching the man writhe and holler between pleasure and pain, she only felt pity.
Despite the inhuman horrors occurring around her, however, she could feel wetness begin to pool in her panties while her heartbeat quickened. She couldn't believe she was aroused by this! But she wasn't the only one. Diana, with her eyes still locked onto the man, was idly rubbing at the crotch of her yoga pants as if entranced. A dark stain was clearly beginning to seep around her fingers.
"What are we going to do?" Zoey whispered into Sarah's ear, making her jump in surprise as she was snapped away from her lewd thoughts. Doing so, however, caused her to audibly bump her head against the underside of the van's side view mirror, making her gasp in pain and clutch at her head. Immediately, the nearby tentacle, which had been slowly creeping past them, whipped around to face them.
The two girls clung to Sarah's sides as she attempted to ready the flare gun. This seemed like the time to use it, but the pain in her head made it hard for her to focus, and her hands shook from fear. It didn't seem as though the tentacle had confirmed their presence quite yet, despite being pointed in their direction, so she was determined to wait until the last possible moment before burning their only trump card.
The tentacle slithered within two feet of Zoey, forcing her to lift her arm out of the way as it felt around the area. She clenched her eyes as Sarah prepared to fire point-blank, when suddenly, a car loudly sped by them going at least seventy miles per hour. It hit the probing tentacle in the road like a speed bump, sending the appendage tumbling away from Zoey.
The driver lost control of the vehicle for a moment due to the impact and swerved to avoid hitting the woman-hybrid. It barely missed her, skidding on two wheels, before slamming back down and picking up speed to continue down the road. The creature apparently had other plans for the vehicle.
As the car drove away, the monster's arm that wasn't currently split into the many exploring tentacles rocketed out towards it, stretching out incredibly far and latching onto the bumper. Huge tentacles burst from the thick arm and wrapped around the vehicle, easily lifting it into the air as the tires spun in an attempt to gain traction.
Screams were heard from within, and more tentacles smashed through the car windows, roughly extracting a struggling young couple. Their efforts to free themselves didn't last long. Still high in the air, more tentacles split from the main arm and wrapped around their limbs, splaying both the man and woman out into spread eagle positions. It looked like the man was about to say something to his partner, but a thick tentacle suddenly stuffed itself into his open mouth before he could get a word out.
The woman cried out in terror, and another tentacle took that opportunity to force its way into her throat. Both captives' cheeks suddenly ballooned, and they made gurgling choking sounds as orange slime gushed out of the tentacles and into their stomachs. In no time at all, their faces reddened, and their eyes seemed glazed over. A tent could be seen in the man's gray sweatpants and clear fluid started dripping down the woman's legs.
Could these creatures possess some sort of powerful aphrodisiac? Sarah wondered. She often scoffed at the questions asked by her giggling students about such substances, always assuring them that aphrodisiacs like what they see on internet porn ads simply don't exist. But now she wasn't so sure.
The tentacles continued their work on the captive couple as several smaller tendrils branched out and began to explore over and under their clothes. The tentacles squirmed beneath the man's tight shirt and violently burst it into tatters, revealing a toned, hairless chest.
The tendrils were having a harder time tearing his stretchy sweatpants, so they simply wrapped around the elastic waistband and yanked them down where they hung between his bound legs. Small tentacles lashed out at the fabric, the tips of which vibrated at incredible speeds. They brushed against the sweatpants and cut through them like butter as they fell onto the street.
Several tentacles had already slithered up the legs of his gray boxer briefs and were clearly playing with the bulge within. Like with his shirt before, the tentacles suddenly flexed and caused the underwear to explode off, revealing his impressive eight-inch erection that was already being relentlessly masturbated by the slippery tentacles.
His legs were pried even further apart, giving easy access to his puckered starfish, which a thick appendage eagerly filled, pumping back and forth while oozing slime to further lube his tight hole. He came in seconds. His hot cum erupted from his twitching cock and flew through the air, splattering onto the face of his partner positioned below him.
She wasn't getting it any less. She only wore a green sundress and the tentacles made short work of it. They ripped it from her body with a violent tug, revealing a cotton-white bra that cupped firm, modestly sized breasts. She wore matching white panties with a little pink bow on the front, which were already completely soaked from her gushing womanhood. The outline of her mound was clearly visible against the wet fabric, and it became completely visible as the tentacles ripped the thin garment from her crotch.
The appendages spread her legs out as far as they could go, making her smoothly shaved pussy gape obscenely. The morning sun glistened off her moist inner lips. More tentacles didn't waste much time filling both her holes, covered in thick mucus that made it easy to invade her most intimate places. A small portion of the tentacle plowing her cunt broke away and started to flick at her exposed, stiff clitoris, causing the woman to increase the volume of her desperate moaning.
As her sex and ass got worked over, two small feelers found their ways to her bra cups, grasping the fabric on either side and then yanking away, causing the garment to rip clean in half. Her plump, juicy tits burst into full view and began to bounce up and down in time to the thick rods slamming into her from below. Her cherry red nipples immediately got even harder than they already were as the cool autumn air hit them.
The tendrils that had just removed her last bastion of dignity now wrapped around each nipple. They alternated pulling and pushing on the tender flesh, making her boobs stretch and squish with each motion. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she spasmed in orgasmic bliss, her juices endlessly splashing into pools on the ground.
Sarah and the girls watched breathlessly as the couple was stripped and molested by the tentacles. However, the still throbbing pain in her head helped Sarah return to her senses. She realized that the female alien monster that had been blocking their path ahead now had its attention focused on the two helpless captives. This was their only chance.
"Go, go, go!" Sarah whispered while grabbing the girls' arms. They stumbled out into the street behind the distracted creature and ducked around the cars on the other side of the road. They swiftly maneuvered forward and away from the terrifying events behind them to gain as much distance as possible. Sarah, however, couldn't resist taking a glance back over her shoulder.
For science.
She only got a brief look, but she could see the two cumming humans being slowly drawn into the bulging tentacle arm and out of sight. Only the man's dick and the woman's tits were now visible, peeking out from between the pulsating tentacles while still being sucked and teased. Sarah gulped thinking about how close they had come to potentially sharing that fate.
They carefully made their way up the street, dodging a few more of the hybrid creatures by slipping through yards and behind fences. No one spoke a word. They were too occupied with mentally replaying the impossible images they had just witnessed. Until finally,
"This is it," Zoey breathed, looking up at the fancy house next to them. The small mansion would have been gorgeous if not for the gaping hole in the side. The shattered timbers and pipes hung loosely, and debris littered the well-kept yard. The group stepped over the destroyed poles of an iron fence and moved to hide behind a garden shed. "D-do you think it's safe to call him…?" Zoey asked the others. Diana and Sarah looked around opposite sides of the neighborhood. Everything seemed clear.
"Do it," Sarah nodded. "But be quick. We don't know when more of those things might show up."
"I'll keep a look out over here," Diana whispered, slinking to the other side of the yard where she hunkered behind a precisely trimmed shrub. This gave her visuals on Sarah's blind spots while allowing Sarah to cover hers. Sarah regretted having mentally labeled the girl as somewhat of a lost cause in class before all this started. It was clear that she had wits and a calm mind when needed. If only she had applied those to her studies. Sarah sighed as she watched Zoey send a call to her brother again, which connected almost immediately.
"Z-Zo?" Sarah could hear a guy's voice coming through the phone.
"Stevie! Thank God!" Zoey replied in a barely contained whisper, letting out a relieved sigh. "I didn't know if you were okay… you hung up on me all of a sudden!"
"Yeah, sorry; I dropped my phone, and when I tried to call you back, I couldn't get through! Anyway, didn't I tell you not to contact me until we were sure it was safe? Those things that took mom and dad could still be out there!"
"Yeah, well, we're here outside right now and it looks safe enough!"
"What do you mean, 'here'!? Don't tell me you put yourself in danger to -" A face suddenly appeared at one of the upstairs windows and looked down at the yard. "What were you thinking!?" He chastised. "And who are you with!? Is that Diana? God, Zo, you need to think before you act one of these days!"
"Shut up!" Zoey spat back, allowing her voice to rise. "Get your butt down here! Now isn't the time for one of your little power trips! We need to get back to the shelter!"
"Shelter? What are you talking about?"
"I'll explain on the way, just hurry up!" Zoey did little to hide the annoyance in her voice. Seemingly shaken by the tone of his usually timid sister, Steven relented.
"Y-yeah. Of course! I'll be right there. Just let me grab a few things."
"Things? Stevie, we don't have time for… aaaand he hung up," Zoey grunted in frustration. "I really don't know how to handle him sometimes. God, it makes you wonder which of us is really the older sibling." Sarah wasn't too sure what she meant by this, having assumed that "Stevie" was a younger brother, seeing as he still lived at home. A few minutes later though, the front door slowly swung open to reveal the truth.
Zoey's brother came out of the house, ducking down while slinging a stuffed backpack over his shoulder and carrying a large, black rectangular case at his side. He was clearly at least several years older than Zoey – probably in his mid-twenties – with a somewhat patchy attempt at a beard and faint dark bags under his chestnut eyes. He wore bleached-white skinny jeans and a red zipped hoodie featuring some edgy logo that Sarah wasn't familiar with.
Despite his tired appearance, he wasn't unattractive. Unlike Zoey's golden blonde hair, his was pure black, streaked with a single red highlight, and done up into a short style that had been recently popular with young men. His body was lean, and his face was well-cut, giving him a somewhat nerdy, yet handsome appearance.
Damn, some people have all the luck, Sarah complained in her head. Born into money and good genes. She was confident in her own appearance, but she spent a lot of her free time working out to maintain her figure, along with a decently strict diet.
"You brought that with you!?" Zoey cried in an exasperated voice as she gestured at the unmarked case her brother carried. "Now it's my turn to ask: what are you thinking!?"
"I'm thinking it's always best to be prepared with several options," Steven replied, matter-of-factly. "Stop griping and let's go. You were the one who was telling me to hustle. Anyway, who's this hot babe?" He said, glancing over at Sarah who was still crouched next to Zoey. Sarah was taken aback by the straightforwardness of his words and dumbly watched as Zoey smacked him over the head. "Ow! What was that for!?"
"This woman is Professor Sarah Cassidy. She happens to be my favorite teacher from school, dickhead, so show her some respect!" Zoey angrily growled, raising her hand as if threatening to slap him again. Sarah continued to be nonplussed. She was shocked to hear Zoey use that sort of language and was also touched to learn that she was the girl's favorite teacher. Sarah cleared her throat and held out a hand to Steven.
"No worries," she smiled at Steven. "I know we're all going through quite a bit of stress right now, so emotions can run a tad high." He meekly took her hand and shook it.
"Steven," he said. "A pleasure. My apologies… hopefully this troublemaker of a sister hasn't been causing too many problems in your class." Zoey rolled her eyes and scoffed as Sarah chuckled.
"The only problem she causes is not giving the other students a chance to answer my questions!" Sarah grinned and winked at Zoey, who blushed. "So, I take it you two are half-siblings or something? It's rare to see black and blonde hair from the game gene pool."
"What?" Zoey blinked in surprise. "Oh! No, we're stepsiblings. My mom married his dad back when I was just a baby. My… biological father left my mom before I was born…" Her expression subtly shifted to become a tangled mix of bitter anger and deep sorrow.
"I-I'm sorry…" Sarah awkwardly stammered, "I didn't know…"
"It's ok," Zoey murmured, letting herself grin a bit. "I obviously didn't really know the guy; I've just heard… stories. I've gotten over it."
"With the help of my expert brotherly advice and guidance, of course," Steven replied with a wink, wrapping his arm around Zoey's shoulder and pulling her struggling body close.
"Steven and Andrew – er – my stepfather, are more family to my mom and I than that… that man ever was…" Zoey looked away with a small gulp and Steven gave her a little comforting squeeze.
"That's so lovely," Sarah said, starting to feel awkward for even bringing this all up. "We can, um, save the detailed introductions for when we are safely back in the bunker, I'm sure."
"Oh yeah, you mentioned something about that. A bunker, huh?" Steven scratched his disorderly whiskers. "Who would have thought someone around here would have something like that? Especially a lady like you."
"Uh, no, it's not mine," Sarah corrected him. "It was made by another professor at the university."
"Cool," he nodded approvingly. "Can't wait to see it. Let's get a move on, then!"
"Yeah, yeah, just quiet down, would you?" Zoey hissed at him. "There are… things out here that we don't want finding us."
"Y-you mean things like that!?" He stammered, falling over onto his rear and pointing over the shed behind the two women.
"Eh…?" Sarah began to turn around and saw Diana sprinting towards them from across the yard.
"Run run run! It knows you're there! Go!" She waved her arms as she ran towards them. "I tried to warn you, but you didn't notice! Fuck!"
As realization struck, Sarah and Zoey dove away from the shed just as a large pillar of tentacles smashed it to pieces, sending Steven tumbling backwards. Over the top of the shrubs surrounding the yard, the same female-hybrid from earlier could be seen extending its gigantic disgusting arm towards them.
It appeared that the captured young couple had also been assimilated into the humanoid mass of tentacles, as both of their naked bodies were now squeezed in next to the original woman while being milked and fucked in the same manner. All three of them moaned and jerked in place, pressing their slippery nude bodies together as they shared countless orgasms.
The creature seemed larger than before and had formed additional arms, as if growing more powerful. In addition, it now sported a couple of those clear sacs on its back, which were quickly being filled with a whitish fluid that lazily dripped down into it from attached tentacles. Sarah had a couple guesses as to what that fluid was.
The man was positioned between the two women, having his ass sloppily stuffed with a ribbed tendril. His twitching erection almost constantly ejaculated, causing his member to wave around in the air and cover the ample, jiggling tits of the women next to him. Tongue-shaped appendages quickly licked the cum-coated breasts to absorb the seed.
Sarah had no idea how he was managing to produce such levels of seminal fluid. It went against everything she knew about human anatomy; but now was not the time to ponder biological mysteries.
Steven tried to stand up, but his heavy backpack caused him to lose balance and precious seconds. One of the tentacles shot out and wrapped around his ankle, dragging him kicking and yelling up into the air. He tried to beat at the tentacle with the case in his hand, but it was too awkward, and it soon slipped from his grasp.
"STEVEN!" Zoey shouted, shakily getting to her feet. She sprinted towards her flailing stepbrother.
"Zoey, NO!" Sarah tried to grab her arm to stop her but missed. She wasn't sure what Zoey's plan was, or if she even had one, but it obviously didn't work regardless, as another tentacle swept in and grabbed the girl by the waist. Zoey was quickly hoisted up next to her stepbrother, causing her glasses to go flying off her face and land on the grass next to Sarah.
The familiar tendrils began to split off from the main tentacle arm and wind their way towards the struggling stepsiblings. Sarah knew what would happen next and that there was no time to think. Just as a slimy tentacle was starting to slither down the front of Zoey's loose hoodie, she shouted, "CLOSE YOUR EYES!" And a moment later, fired the flare gun directly at the thick tentacle arm with a loud "BANG"! She had considered firing at the main body, but it was too far to get a clear shot and she worried about hitting the exposed skin of the drooling captives.
She wasn't sure what she expected to happen, but certainly not what did. The flare hit the side of the tentacle appendage with little fanfare, simply getting absorbed into the pulsating mass without causing any apparent harm. But then, the flare's secondary stage went off. A sparkling explosion of bright red light suddenly ripped through the fleshy tentacles as they fell away from the impact site. They didn't simply burn; they disintegrated as they hit the ground.
Sarah's vision swam with spots, and she squinted at the spectacle as the still-burning flare dropped out of what was left of the tentacle arm. The structural integrity of the appendage had been severely compromised, causing it to brake off from the main body. The stepsiblings fell on top of the writhing pile of displaced tentacles below them, all of which now seemed more focused on getting away from the blinding light than recapturing their prey.
"We need to get out of here!" Diana stated the obvious as she ran to help the two of them up, getting some goo on herself in the process. Zoey gratefully took her hand and wiped the slime from her body as she stumbled over the fleeing tentacles with Steven and Diana close behind.
Sarah started to run after them, rubbing her singed eyes, which reminded her of something. She looked down and saw Zoey's lost glasses nearby, so she scooped them up as she passed over them. It was critical that all members of the group be able to keep watch for danger, so the seconds spent gathering up the glasses were worth it.
She caught up with the rest of them and wordlessly nudged Zoey's arm as they ran. Zoey turned to look at her with strained eyes and gratefully took the glasses presented to her. She slipped them on without missing a beat.
"Th-thanks!" Zoey gasped. "For this... and for back there…"
"Of course! Now, less talking, more running," Sarah replied, picking up the pace a little. Looking back, she saw that the flare had died out and the tentacles were starting to reform the missing arm. The creature was "looking" in their direction. It already seemed to be making four new spaces next to the three endlessly-cumming humans inside of it, apparently anticipating its newest catch. Sarah felt her face whiten.
"There are more of them over there! Faster! Faster!" Diana yelled, gesturing towards a side street where several more of the creatures were slowly but surely ambling in their direction. They ran as fast as they could back the way they came, but Steven lagged behind quite a bit due to the weight of his mysterious luggage. Sarah noticed he had that big case with him again. Apparently, it was important enough to have grabbed it out of the pile of burning tentacles before escaping.
Though there were almost a dozen of the hybrid creatures around, they were slow. Some of them attempted to reach out their long, tentacled arms to grab at the group, but each time they were just barely out of range. It was only a matter of time, however, for the fleeing humans' stamina wouldn't last forever. Things weren't looking so good, but they were now only a block away from Adam's house.
"We're leading them right back to the shelter!" Zoey yelled. "We need to lose them first!"
"I don't know about that...!" Sarah called up to her. "It seems like these things might only be attracted to noise! It's a gamble, but as long as we can get there and be quiet, we might be fine!" Sarah was 100% not sure about this. But she wasn't confident that she could run much longer in order to shake their pursuers. Even though she was pretty fit, sprinting for nearly five minutes straight was more than she could handle.
Her lungs burned in her chest and the stitch in her side stabbed into her like a hot knife. Her feet pounded painfully against the pavement, sending shocks up into her aching shins and thighs that felt like they were turning to jelly. She relied entirely on her muscle memory for running, for if she thought about her own coordination for even a moment, she was sure that she would stumble and fall over her numb legs.
The others didn't look much better off either, especially Steven, who was gasping and sweating profusely as he lagged even further behind the group. The grasping tentacles were only a few feet behind him now.
"Steven! Just drop it! You're not going to make it like that, you idiot!" Zoey yelled back at her struggling stepbrother. He didn't even have the breath to respond. With a defeated look on his face, he shrugged the backpack off but kept a hold on the bulky case.
"I'm not…" he huffed. "Leaving my baby behind!" He cried. Be it either the reduced weight on his back or a fire being lit inside him, his pace quickened, and he began to catch up to the rest of the group. They continued to run and finally turned down the last block.
"Get ready to hide!" Sarah wheezed, having noticed that they had put some good distance between themselves and the pursuing creatures. "There!" She gestured to the others, and they all followed her off the street and into the yard opposite Adam's, taking cover in a child's playhouse. They had to squeeze in and hunker down for them to all fit inside.
"Shhh… shhh" Sarah held her finger up to her mouth to quiet the group. Everyone did their best to remain as still and silent as possible, but their heavy breathing, rapidly beating hearts, and pumping adrenaline made it extremely difficult. Sarah hugged her legs close to her chest to stop them from shaking. The rest of the group looked just as scared, exhausted, and generally done with the day as she was.
After a couple of minutes, the mushy sounds of large tentacled footsteps could be heard outside on the street, with the gagged moans of the captives getting closer with each step. Sarah peeked out a small window in the playhouse and saw a sliver of one of the creatures that was passing by. This one had two men inside of it and both had cocks that were now inhumanly large - almost a foot and a half long and three inches thick. Both men had their knees drawn up to their shoulders, fully exposing their huge, bulging genitals.
One of the men was upside down and positioned directly below his partner in a way that pressed their engorged manhoods together. A single, large tentacle was busy stroking them both at the same time. The large cocks rubbed and swirled around each other inside the translucent appendage and they both came at the same time. They shot out an impossible amount of man juice, coating each other's tortured glans and gushing out onto their gently kissing swollen balls.
There was a thick tentacle squirming out of the bottom man's mouth, making Sarah quietly gasp as she realized what must be happening. The tentacle going into the upper man's throat had passed entirely though his body and pushed its way out through his anus. She could see a pulsating tentacle directly connecting the two men's asses and concluded that it was all one tentacle working its way through both men. Judging by how they were still groaning, it didn't seem like they were suffocating somehow, but still, that couldn't be pleasant… though they really didn't seem to mind it.
Sarah noticed that the rest of the group was also watching this display out of other openings in the house. Their expressions ranged from Diana's mixture of fear and arousal to Steven's utter shock and disgust. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Zoey covered his mouth, shaking her head.
They all held their breaths as the creatures crept closer, now only separated by a wooden fence and the flimsy walls of the playhouse. The monstrosities stopped moving and began to gesture around. Sarah spied smaller tentacles beginning to snake away from the creatures' legs and start to probe the area. They didn't seem to be coming their way, however.
"So far so good," Sarah thought. Immediately cursing under her breath for jinxing it.
Sure enough, Zoey suddenly let out a tiny gasp and gestured to the window next to Steven. One of the tentacles was curiously inspecting the four small square holes that made up the window and the "frame". Before it could enter, Steven very slowly lifted his case up to the window, blocking the holes.
After a tense couple of seconds that felt like hours, the tentacle stopped prodding at the blocked window and seemed to lose interest. It slithered off across the grass and back towards the main body, which was starting to move away with the rest of the creatures.
They huddled silently in the cramped playhouse for almost half an hour before Diana whispered,
"Okay… it looks pretty clear." They all peered out of the small windows, trying to take in as much information as they could from the limited vantage point. Diana slowly opened the small door and crawled out onto the lawn. She carefully stood and looked up and down the street while beckoning to the rest of the group. Sarah moved to follow her, keeping an eye out for any tentacles hidden in the grass.
"I don't see them at all!" Diana laughed in relief. "The professor's house is just across the road too! I can't believe we made-" Sarah didn't see what happened; it was so fast. One moment Diana was standing in the yard smiling and the next moment she was gone, only the rustling of the grass and trees nearby gave any sort of presence away. Sarah blinked in confusion.
"D-Di…?" Zoey stammered, frantically crawling out of the playhouse and looking around for her friend. "Where did she go!?" She began to panic and suddenly they heard a scream from high above them. They all craned their necks up to the sky.
The case fell from Steven's hands with a thump. They could clearly make out the retreating form of what looked like a giant dragonfly, composed of the same fleshy tentacles as the other creatures they had encountered today. It had thin, membranous wings that were beating at an incredible speed as it soared through the air. Completely wrapped up in several meaty tentacles below its abdomen was a struggling human form. Sarah could still make out several long strands of dark hair, spilling out from between the tentacles and fluttering in the wind.
"DIANAAA!" Zoey shrieked, starting to run after the creature as if somehow hoping to jump up and save her. Sarah heard distant buzzing behind them and turned to see a cloud of hundreds more of the flying creatures rocketing towards their neighborhood from the city. It was regrettable, but there was really nothing they could do for poor Diana.
"ZOEY WE HAVE TO MOVE" Sarah yelled, painfully yanking the struggling teenager's arm. "More are coming, and we can't help anybody if we get caught too! GO! TO THE BUNKER!" Steven saw where she was pointing and started running towards the shed in Adam's yard. He grabbed Zoey's other arm on the way and they both half-carried half-dragged her protesting body towards the door. The buzzing was getting louder and louder as Sarah used her free arm to attempt to open the shed door. It was locked. She tried again, but still it didn't budge.
"ADAM YOU FUCKER!" Sarah screamed. "OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" She desperately banged on the door, looking over her shoulder to see the swarm of creatures starting to fill the sky a few blocks down.
"Open the door… OPEN IT!" Steven shouted in a desperate voice, still holding back his flailing stepsister.
Just when Sarah was about to clench her eyes closed and cover her face, a mechanical clicking sound was heard from within the doorframe and the entrance swung open. Without wasting a second, the three of them piled into the shed and slammed the door closed.
Sarah quickly unsealed the ground hatch with shaking arms and practically pushed the stepsiblings down the hole before following after them. She reached up and yanked the hatch shut just as the light filtering in through the shed window began to darken. She slid down the ladder, colliding with the other two, and they all stood there panting.
Loud sounds of thudding and rending metal could be heard from above and Sarah kept her eyes firmly locked on the hatchway, ready to defend herself in any way possible. But the need never arose. After several seconds, the din became more distant until eventually a nervous silence greeted them. They listened to each other's haggard breaths as Sarah collapsed to the floor on her knees.
"What the hell happened!?" Adam's voice rang into their ears as it echoed down the narrow metal hallway. "Where's Diana!?" He ran over and helped Sarah to her feet.
"G-gone…" Zoey groaned through sobs. "Th-they took her! Some flying monster took her! And I couldn't do anything!" She broke down into tears and slumped to the floor as Steven eased her down.
"We… we were so focused on the creatures walking around that we forgot they have the capability of flight," Sarah said in a distant voice. "They were… so fast… I-I…" She trailed off. "Why did it take you so long to open the goddamn door!?" She suddenly jerked away from Adam's assisting arms and glared at him accusatorily.
"I-I'm sorry!" He stammered, clearly shaken. "I was away from the monitoring room to go put some more fuel in the generator! I ran to unlock it as soon as I heard you banging away over the loud noise it makes! Oh… oh god… it's because of me that Diana…" He pressed has hand to his brown in distress.
"No, she was taken before that. It's not your fault, man." Steven said, crouching down next to Zoey and gently stroking her head. "And it's not your fault either, okay…? He softly whispered to her. She gently sobbed and sniffed in reply.
"I take it you must be Steven, then?" Adam said while looking down at him. "I'm Adam. I own the place. You better be thanking your sister for the rest of your life after what she did for you. And what it cost." He growled angrily, but his mood quickly lightened up again. "C'mon, let's get you all inside to rest. Tell me everything that happened, though I might already have a pretty decent idea..."
They all went to go sit in the living room area and Sarah began to explain all the things that had had transpired while rescuing Steven. Adam listened intently as his face fluctuated between shock, fascination, and fear. He brought a blanket and steaming cup of tea out to Zoey who gratefully wrapped herself up to hide her face, leaving the tea untouched. When Sarah finished her story with a defeated sigh, Zoey meekly peeked out from her blanket cocoon and sniffled.
"What's going to happen to her…?" She spoke barely over a whisper. Her red cheeks stained with tears. They all helplessly looked at her without answers or false words of comfort until Adam slowly opened his mouth.
"While you were gone, I spent the time surfing through radio channels." He took a breath before he continued. "From the sounds of it, the federal government is completely shut down and we shouldn't be expecting help any time soon. The assumed alien invaders easily destroyed the first waves of military engagement around the world, so there's little hope for locals to fight against them."
"What are you trying to say, Adam?" Sarah asked, nervously learning forward.
"All I'm saying is that this could be how the world is for a little while…" He shifted in his chair. "There's more. In my monitoring room, I have access to several of the city's municipal security cameras."
"Is that legal?" Asked Steven.
"Does that really matter now?" Adam grunted. "Besides, I was just doing it to prove a point. Anyway, I've… seen a lot of things that match up to your story. It's like something out of those Japanese animes - just tentacles and fucking all over the fucking place." He shook his head.
"All over the place? But we didn't really see much activity out on the streets other than those creatures." Sarah observed.
"Well, here's the thing. It seems like they drag most of their victims underground. I've been following their activity on the cameras and it's clear that they are going down into the metro tunnels under the city. They've been… terraforming… for lack of a better word. Just spreading this nasty slime stuff all over the damn place and gluing people to the walls down there. It's like hell…" He rubbed his eyes as if trying to scrub them clean of the images they had seen. "There's a slim chance we could use the cameras to try and locate where they are taking Diana, but even then, I'm not sure how we could help." He leaned his head back and sighed.
"I want to try," Sarah murmured. "Maybe if I can observe their behavior, I can begin to get an understanding of their patterns and physiology if nothing else." She stood up with determination in her eyes. "Show me. Steven, keep an eye on Zoey."
"I'm already doing that." He replied, handing his stepsister the tea, which she took and raised to her lips that were slowly starting to regain their color.
"Well, if you're sure… follow me." Adam got to his feet and led Sarah back towards the room with all the monitors and machines from earlier. "Just so you know, I also tried to contact the number you gave me. For your mother? I… I'm sorry, but I didn't get through." He looked down at the floor as they walked. "My family as well. I can only hope they are all safe." He sat down at a terminal beneath several small screens and flipped some switches.
"Yeah... I hope so, too," Sarah wistfully murmured.
They watched as the monitors flickered to life to reveal live footage from all around the city. Most of the scenes were of empty city blocks, with burning cars, rubble, and other signs of combat. A thick, pinkish slime covered the streets and crept up the sides of buildings and cars. Filaments snaked out from the edges of the muck and covered even more surfaces with a webbing of flesh-like vines. It looked like a scene from another planet, especially with the only signs of life being several of the hybrid monsters patrolling the streets, some of which had more than ten nude humans crammed inside.
These ones were much larger, and the extra mass allowed for much more creative orientations for the spasming prisoners within. It looked like some of them we even being forced to have sex with each other, though for what reason Sarah couldn't begin to imagine.
One such creature with several men and women encased in its limbs had a large woman embedded in its chest. Her legs were spread wide apart and wrapped around the sides of the monster. She was loosely held, so every step the creature took resulted in her entire body jostling up and down, making her gigantic tits bounce wildly and forcing her to impale herself on the huge dick of the black man below her. The man's whole upper body seemed completely stuck inside the hybrid's abdomen and only his bent knees, sagging balls, and rigid cock could be seen - but only for a moment before the woman's swollen pussy would juicily slide back down and envelope his entire shaft.
Another two large hybrids had captives in both "hands". One of them had two men, while the other had two women. All four of the humans had their legs up over their heads and were placed so that their asses and genitals obscenely stuck out from the tips of the arms, as if the monsters had human crotches for fingers. Other than their exposed privates, the only other body parts visible were the captive's faces, which watched in horror as the two monsters approached each other.
The one with the men raised its arms, causing their huge, erect cocks to lewdly flop back and forth, a tentacle already filling both their asses. The second creature with the women did the same, presenting their exposed cunts. Small tentacles emerged and spread their pink lips far apart.
Then, as if engaging in a slow-motion boxing match, the creatures started to fist-bump each other, alternating and crossing arms each time. This resulted in the men's giant penises repeatedly ramming deep into the gaping wet pussies of the women. Sticky juices connected their genitals in long strands as they were repeatedly pulled apart and precisely mashed back together again. The looks on their faces showed a mixture of pain and pleasure that oddly entranced Sarah as she watched, unable to peel her eyes away despite the grotesqueness of it all.
"Look here." Adam gestured to a screen in the corner, which displayed the interior entrance to a metro station. Every surface was covered in a thick layer of the organic slime as tentacles clearly moved through it past the flickering lights. A sign on the wall indicated that this was the Seventh Street Metro Center.
"That's not too far from here…" Sarah rubbed her chin, getting closer to get a better look.
"Yeah, this seems like one of the main entrances to their nest." Adam spoke without taking his eyes off the monitor. "I've been seeing flying ones like you described come in and out in droves for a while now."
"It certainly looks like hive behavior," Sarah mused. She was about to look away at some of the other screens when suddenly her eyes lit up. "Wait! I… I think that's her!" Adam scrambled to press some buttons that extended the metro feed to all the other monitors, where they could more easily see the creature that had just crawled into view. The tentacles on its stomach suddenly retracted and an Asian teenager with long black hair flopped down into the sticky ooze below. Sarah and Adam could only watch in horror at what came next. But it was their duty to pay attention. For science.