The Beast Pt 01

(This story crosses quite a few categories. Sorry about that. It's basically about non-human activities, but it also has bisexual elements, and non-consent elements because that's how my imagination works. Just don't claim you weren't warned, and please: enjoy. Mwah.)

*

I took the job because there were so few other jobs going, and this one sounded interesting.

It was basically a security guard position, But it offered on the job training (which was just as well, since I'd never worked as a security guard) and it had some slightly unusual wording.

'Must be prepared for the unexpected. Physical fitness important but mental resilience even more so.'

I had had a great education, but there were no jobs that needed my skills, because employers didn't want intelligent and educated employees. The only jobs around were ones where you slotted into an existing position and did it until somebody somewhere designed an AI that could do it for you.

I applied, and got the interview. At the interview they asked a lot of questions which people normally don't ask, about things like my political beliefs and my sexuality. I got the impression that they wanted to weed out the kind of person who was offended at such questions.

I told them I was straight.

After the interview, it was weeks before I heard from them, and then it was a provisional offer, contingent on my passing a series of screening checks. Well, I'd never broken the law and had nothing in my past to be ashamed of.

At last, I got the phone call. A permanent contract, with health benefits, in this economic climate.

I said yes.

You can decide for yourselves whether or not that was a good idea.

*

The job was in a secure facility on the edge of the city. I had to get the bus out there.

Once I reported at reception, I was led off by a burly guard to 'orientation'. I thought that this might involve lectures or video lessons or something, but they told me that that would come later.

A guy with a tape measure measured me and took my shoe size, and then he disappeared and came back with some clothes, sealed in plastic, and an empty plastic bag. There was a key on the top.

'Go in there,' he said, pointing to an open door that led to a corridor, 'and find the locker room. Then remove all your clothes, place them in the plastic bag, and shower. When you are showered, put on the uniform. Do not use your own underwear. Underwear has been provided for you. Place your own clothes in the plastic bag, then come back here and give me the bag with your own clothes.'

'I can't wear any of my own clothes at work?'

'You can't wear any of your own clothes at work.'

'Why not?'

'This is a very secure facility,' he said and stared at me.

I did as I was told. I went to the locker room, stripped off, put my clothes in the empty bag, then put the bag with my clothes and the uniform in a locker. The key was on a chain, which I put around my neck.

There was nobody else around, so it wasn't exactly embarrassing to walk naked to the showers and get myself clean, but I couldn't help noticing that the ceilings of the locker room were studded with cameras, and that stung me. Somebody was probably spying on me.

Then it occurred to me that everyone presumably got spied on. I decided that it was just one of those things about the job that I'd have to get used to.

When I was clean, I walked quickly back to the locker, dripping and shivering. There was a towel inside one of the packets, and I dried off. Then I put on the rather cheap underwear and the uniform shirt, pants and shoes. There was definitely nothing luxurious about the uniform. It looked like they bought them in bulk. Probably in batches of ten thousand.

Having delivered my clothes back to the clothes guy, I was taken off and sat in a room with a computer and made to watch several videos about company policy and answer questions about them. That lasted for about two hours, and then it was lunchtime.

After that, they put me in a room on my own, and told me to wait.

I sat there for something like three hours. I didn't have my phone, so I couldn't read anything or do anything. There were no books or pamphlets. Just a room with a few chairs, and a clock on the wall, and me, and some high windows through which I could see nothing except sky.

As soon as the clock turned five p.m., the door opened and a youngish woman in a white coat came in.

'Hello,' she said, politely but without much warmth. 'Thanks very much. You're finished for the day.'

'That's it?'

'Yes. Please shower and then return your uniform to the desk on your way out.'

She was about my height, handsome, athletic-looking, with a mop of auburn hair. Her name badge said DR. KRISTIN RHODES.

'Okay,' I said, feeling puzzled. I went out, followed the signs to the showers, which were again mysteriously empty.

Presumably this company employed a lot of people, and five o'clock was going home time, so why wasn't everyone having to shower and change out of their uniform?

I stripped off, showered, changed back into my street clothes, handed back my uniform at the desk and went home.

*

The first week in the job was very much like that first afternoon.

I spent my time sitting in rooms, doing nothing. It was boring, but more than that, it was inexplicable. What was I being paid to do, exactly? I was supposed to be a security guard, yet I didn't seem to be guarding anything.

Then it all changed.

*

I came in one morning, showered, uniformed up, and then as I left the shower area I was met by Dr. Rhodes and two other women.

One was another guard, like me, about my age. She had blonde hair tied behind her head in a neat bun, a cute face with a little snub nose, looked very fit, and even the nondescript uniform couldn't hide the fact that she was ripped. Her nametag said KELLY HART. She didn't so much as look at me.

The other was a small young woman with a black ponytail and nerd glasses, also wearing a white coat. Her nametag said DR. REBECCA MURDOCH. She was clutching a clipboard.

'Today is a little bit different,' Dr Rhodes informed me. 'Today you'll be doing some actual guarding. How are you?'

'Good, thanks,' I said.

'Good,' she said, 'because we'll need you to be on your toes. The asset you'll be guarding can be a bit difficult.'

'What is it?'

'You don't really need to know that,' she said with a friendly smile.

'Oh,' I said. I glanced at Kelly Hart, who looked faintly irritated.

We walked for a long time and took two lifts, until finally we were in a long corridor. We went down it and then stopped at a door. Dr Rhodes unlocked it and we entered an anteroom. It contained a desk with a computer, and there were a number of screens showing what looked like CCTV feed.

'You will be guarding the asset in the next room,' Dr Rhodes said. 'Kelly will be in here, keeping an eye on things. If there is dire emergency, hit the red button and Kelly will come in to give you support, but only if it seems like something life-threatening is about to happen. Is that clear? Anything less than that is not cause for the red button.'

My mouth went dry. I swallowed and nodded. I glanced at Dr Murdoch, who seemed to be avoiding my gaze. Kelly Hart was looking at me, unsmiling, with the air of someone who was being made to mind a child when she'd rather be fighting crime.

'Very good,' Dr Rhodes said. 'I leave you in Kelly's hands.'

She and Dr Murdoch left. Kelly squared her shoulders and looked me in the eye.

'The asset will want to engage with you,' she said. 'You can let it, but don't encourage it, yeah? Whatever it wants, tell it it can't have it. That's the important thing. You've got to keep saying no to it.'

'What is it?' I said. 'What is this place? What am I guarding? What's in there?'

'It's not really my business, yeah?' she said. 'Which means it's not yours, neither. I'm just telling you what the guidelines are.'

She fell silent, and I realised I was expected to go in. I turned and went to the inner door.

Kelly sat down at the desk and pressed a button. The door slid open. There was a further inner door with a window in it. I stepped into the chamber and the door slid shut behind me, then the door before me opened.

It was a long room. The end I was in was lit. But the rest of it was not. The room was mostly in total darkness, except for my end of it.

I stepped inside, and the inner door shut. There was a chair, a red button in the wall, and--weirdly for such a strange room--a water cooler. There was also a doorway into an antechamber, marked WC.

So I had water and a toilet. And nothing else.

I sat down.

There was a long silence.

And then, from the darkness, came a male voice. Deep and rich.

'What did they tell you about me?'

'Not a lot,' I said.

'Are you scared?'

'Should I be?'

'You don't have to be.'

'Well, that's not the best thing to say if you want to put someone at their ease.'

'What makes you think I want to put you at your ease?' There was a hint of amusement in the tone.

'Why wouldn't you want to put me at my ease?'

'Perhaps I just want some company.'

'I'm not here to give you company.'

'And yet you provide it anyway.'

'Maybe you should stop talking now,' I said, beginning to sweat slightly.

There was a long pause.

'Are you like this with everyone?' came the voice.

'I'm new in this department,' I said. 'I'm just trying to stick by the guidelines.'

'Everyone who they put in here is always "new in this department",' the voice said, and I had to admit that it imitated my tone perfectly.

I said nothing.

'Why do you think that is?' the voice purred.

'Not for me to say.'

'I'll tell you why.'

I was silent.

'It's because I... go through people.'

I remained silent.

'Most people who they put in here don't come back,' it said.

'They don't come back here, or they don't come back from here?'

This time, the voice was silent. Then there was a chuckle.

'Ooh,' it said, 'not bad.'

I said nothing.

'You're not like the others,' it said at last.

'I bet you say that to everyone.'

'When you get out of here,' it said, 'you can check.'

'Talk a lot, don't you.'

'You're saying I shouldn't talk, now? I can talk if I want to.'

'Don't,' I said.

It was very warm in the room. I was beginning to sweat.

And I felt... odd. I was very aware of my body inside my cheap and badly cut uniform. I had the uncomfortable sensation that someone, or something, could see right through it, down to my flesh.

'I'm enjoying talking to you,' said the voice, sounding warm and friendly. 'I've got so little else to do. Don't deny me this.'

'That's enough talk, now,' I said, and it seemed to get even warmer. The closeness of the closed room was making me feel drowsy.

I went over to the water cooler and got a cup of water, which I knocked back. It was pleasantly cool. I had another, and another. Then I sat back down on the chair.

'You seem nice,' said the voice. 'Nicer than the others.'

'I'm really not,' I said.

'All you have to do to shut me up,' said the voice, 'is talk to me. Tell me about yourself. I'd like that.'

I remembered Kelly's stern words: You've got to keep saying no to it.

'I'm not going to do that.'

'Then I'll have to do the talking,' said the voice.

And I heard the footsteps.

They echoed from a long way off, but got louder and louder and louder.

'I'd prefer if you stay down there,' I said.

'We're not going anywhere,' said the voice.

Very slowly, the figure of a tall man emerged from the darkness.

He was about thirty-five, a few years older than me. He wore some sort of rich tunic like a Renaissance prince, beautifully embroidered, and dark trousers, and shiny, expensive shoes. His hair was long and shiny and swept back from his face.

His face was the most beautiful face I had ever seen, male or female.

I hadn't thought I was into guys, but for this one, I felt like I could make an exception. Anything he asked me to do, I would do it. Willingly.

I stared up at him as he approached me, and I swallowed.

'Please don't get up,' he said, smiling.

I stood up.

His smile broadened.

I had a massive erection, which I was hoping he wouldn't notice. I folded my hands over my groin.

He regarded me quizzically. I gulped. I felt like if he touched me, I was going to throw myself into his arms.

'After all,' he said, 'there's nothing wrong with a little company.'

'Uh-uh,' I said, my voice shaking. 'I need you to go back there now.'

He closed his eyes for a moment and seemed to wince, slightly, and it was as if he glowed for a moment. I heard myself whimper.

Then he opened his eyes and looked at me again, and reached out his hand, and touched my face.

As soon as his fingers touched my face I shut my eyes, and then I was in his arms, and his tongue was in my mouth, and I was moaning as he plucked my clothes from my unresisting body.

And then I was naked, somehow without even having to take off my shoes and socks; standing there, on the concrete floor, his hands all over me, running over my chest and back, and over my arse, and between my ass cheeks, and under my crotch and grasping my cock.

I leaned into the kiss and yielded my body to him, and his mouth was kissing me all over my face and I no longer cared that I had failed in my duty as a guard. I was in heaven.

Kissing him and feeling his touch was like no time I'd ever been with a girl. It felt so right to let him use me like this.

His tongue went in my mouth again, and then I heard him say, in my ear, clear as day, 'God, you're hot.'

I opened my eyes.

I was not in the arms of a handsome Renaissance prince.

From the neck down, he was a man in a shirt and tie and suit trousers, and shoes.

From the neck up, he was a mass of tentacles, which were wrapping themselves around my body. Beyond the tentacles was a maw with multiple eyes, which were staring at me greedily.

I was horrified, but at the same time, I was still under the influence of whatever he'd done to make me want this. Except he was no man, bending me to his will with his charisma.

He was a beast.

'No,' I whimpered in shock and panic, 'no, please...'

And that made him glow, and a tentacle coiled around my head and blinded me and went in my mouth, and then another opened up and slipped over and engulfed my cock like a willing vagina...

And another, slippery and cool, nestled between my bare ass cheeks and pressed at my anus.

He was going to fuck me.

I squirmed desperately, and I felt slippery fluid oozing from his tentacles and drenching me, making it hard for me to grip him. It was soaking my face and filling my mouth and ears. I shut my eyes and gave a muffled squeal.

'That's it,' came the voice, 'good boy.'

I couldn't see with the mass of tentacles wrapped around my head. I thrashed my arms wildly and felt my right fist connect with something. I heard a distant siren.

And then the tentacle penetrated my ass and began to sodomise me.

I hung there in his grip, shaking and making stifled whimpers as he pumped into me, fucking my mouth and ass and with another tentacle hauling on my cock. It was supremely humiliating, but I couldn't help but feel aroused by it, because I could feel all the pleasure that he was taking in doing this to me. I experienced his feelings as well as my own.

'Mmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!' I moaned, squirming in his grip as he playfully bent my limbs into different poses while he fucked my helpless body. The more I resisted, the more of his pleasure I felt. Fighting it made it more enjoyable. It was the purest pleasure I had ever known, to give myself up like this. I had no option in the matter. I was just squirming, helpless meat, under his control.

And then the siren got louder and I heard a voice yell 'Put him down!'

The beast's consciousness lost focus on me, and I went from being the willing victim to being the unwilling one. His tentacles released me and I collapsed on the floor in a sticky, slippery heap.

Blinking, I looked up and saw Kelly Hart standing there with a gun trained on him. She had a face of rage.

She fired.

I don't know how, but he somehow twisted away from it, and then his tentacles drew back for a moment, and he seemed to inhale.

And then, from out his maw came a huge glob of what must have been gallons of the same sticky white liquid he'd covered me with. He spat at it Kelly, and it drenched her immediately.

I saw her recoil in disgust--and then stop, and look dazed, and look up at him, staring at him.

She raised her arm; the sleeve of her uniform was dissolving off of her arm from contact with the liquid.

'Oh,' she gasped. 'Oh. No. No.'

His tentacles whipped around her, and in seconds he was pulling the melting shreds of her uniform off her, and she was shaking her head in protest and her eyes rolled back in her head, and she went 'No! Oh God... no! Oohhhhh...'

And I could see that she was now under the same spell of whatever he had put on me, for she folded her arms around herself and she reached into her crotch and moaned.

Now fully naked, she stood there as his tentacles swarmed around her--wrapping around her head, slithering over her torso, and one down into her groin, and another down her back, between her buttocks, and then she gave two sharp, muffled squeals as he penetrated her, in front and in the rear.

But then, after holding her there for only a few seconds, he opened his maw wider than I could believe it could go, and to my horror, he squeezed, and Kelly's naked, slippery body shot, with a gurgling scream from her, into his maw, which closed behind her.

I was propped up on my arms on the floor and had not had time to do anything.

The strange thing was that she entered his body without any sign to show she was in there--he didn't suddenly get a huge distended stomach, like a python. It was as if she'd vanished as soon as entered him.

Instead he stood for a moment, swayed, and then fell down on his ass and sat there.

I stared at him.

The many eyes looked dull and stupefied. He gave a rumbling belch.

'Uhhh...' he sighed.

The door burst open, and two people wearing hazmat suits came in. At the same moment, sluices in the ceiling opened and cold water rained down in the room.

It had the effect of killing the last vestiges of arousal that I'd felt. The two figures came over to me, grabbed my arms, hoisted me to my feet and dragged me out of the room.

The door slammed shut behind us.

I turned and saw the beast sitting on the floor, evidently more than sated, motionless as the water poured down on him.

The taller of the two figures opened the hood of the suit. It was Dr Rhodes. She looked at me, grim-faced, and then smiled thinly.

'Welcome to your first day,' she said.

*

Twenty minutes later I was in a briefing room with Dr Rhodes and Dr Murdoch. I was showered and dried, dressed in hospital scrubs and a bathrobe, and was clutching a cup of tea like it was my only anchor to a more sensible and less horrifying world.

'You don't have to tell us about it,' Dr Rhodes said. 'It's all on video. But if you have any questions, now's the time to ask them.'

'What the fuck happened in there,' I said.

'The asset,' said Dr Rhodes carefully, 'is very good at manipulating people. It can make them see things that aren't there. It can disguise its form, as long as it has its target's undivided attention. It had yours. Then Kelly came in.'

'Is she dead?' I asked. I dreaded the idea that I'd fucked up on my first day, killing someone just by asking for their help.

Dr Rhodes looked at Dr Murdoch.

Dr Murdoch took out something that looked like a large walkie-talkie, and set it on the table. She turned it on. It emitted white noise.