She closed her eyes briefly, leaning against the stainless steel corridor wall and imagined herself on the beach. Somewhere hot but enjoyable. Florida. Humid heat; with a frozen margarita being served to her by a sexy server. The image was spoiled as she felt a bead of sweat roll down the inside of her thigh and hit the top of her already soaked, thick cotton knee sock. She laughed slightly at her choice of hosiery. She had planned on actually being cool inside. The suit was supposed to work. Now she was stuck suffering with her choice. The top of her combat boots were zipped to the outside of the suit and making any adjustments would let in air she wasn't sure was safe.
The anxiety passed and she continued walking slowly, trying to stay as cool as possible and not exert herself. She pressed the comms button again and tried to reestablish contact with Jac. Nothing. It didn't even sound like his communication system was even on anymore. Probably dead from lack of maintenance like the climate control unit on her suit. That's what Jaime told herself anyway. A sudden muffled pop sounded sharply down the long corridor, followed quickly by another. She kicked up her pace. That sure sounded like pistol rounds being discharged. She drew her own sidearm and went on high alert.
She moved quickly as the minutes ticked by; having no idea where exactly where the shots had come from. The sweat had returned as well as the anxiety. Dodging in and out of different rooms; she found nothing.
Finally she noticed the familiar haze of spent gunpowder hanging in the air. Rounding a corner what she saw caused her to freeze in her tracks. In the middle of the corridor a dark form writhed and wrenched, its grayish form an unrecognizable mass surrounded in tentacles. She back-stepped and took up cover around the corner. Letting her breath catch up, she listened closely to the sounds coming around the corner. She drew her Glock. Peeking around the corner, she examined the scene.
She noted Jac's Glock laying on the stainless corridor floor; a spent casing not far from it. Jac was a large man, and he wouldn't have fumbled the pistol accidentally. She noted with horror the creatures size. Had to be at least 8 feet tall. As she sized it up, she realized that there were two black combat boots poking out from the mass. They were not empty, and they were definitely Jac's. Suddenly, the creature spun in its axis and she pulled back, fearing it would catch sight of her.
A stream of expletives ran through her mind. She couldn't even think of shooting the creature. It looked like Jac was held in its center mass. Was he dead? She heard no screams or cries. As if in answer, a strange sound made it to her ears. What the fuck? Was that....laughing? The sound of Jac's deep laughter intensified, sounding slightly off. She had to look.
What she saw was puzzling. Jac was now on his knees, arms secured behind him. He struggled and tugged in vain; laughing uncontrollably. His suit was mostly still on; minus his head protection and respirator. She noted that meant the air was at least not immediately fatal and ducked back around the corner; slightly unzipping her own suit at the back of her neck ever so slightly and waited. Testing. The cool air creeped in and she breathed apprehensively. Crisp, but dank with a smell she assumed was the monster. Safe air however; a small blessing. Jac's laughing continued and she went back to peeking.
It seemed as if the monster was unaware of her presence. No discernible features that denoted optical ability. The monster had Jac secured around his waste with a tentacle that was thicker than most the others that waved erratically around its dark form. He had his eyes closed as the monsters tentacles continued to poke and prod around the outside of his suit. Two thinner tentacles had slithered into the open neck of Jacs suit and she could now see this was the cause of his laughter. The tentacles writhed and prodded, appearing to tickle Jac mercilessly in their exploration.
Quietly she moved into full sight, walking silently closer but stopping far from the creatures reach. She watched as one exploratory tentacle stopped at the first front clasp of Jac's suit and manipulated the closure. One by one the front securing mechanisms were defeated and its final front zipper was slowly zipped free. The front of Jac's suit fell open, and Jac finally opened his eyes. They immediately locked on her and she motioned with a single finger to her lips for him to not give away her presence.
The tickling continued and Jac seemed to be tiring, his laughter becoming slower and strained. His form inside the open suit wore only blue boxer briefs trimmed in white and his stomach heaved with breaths between the laughter. The tentacles now free to explore seemed to focus on his exposed arm pits; mercilessly prodding and rubbing as Jac laughed and writhed himself into a more exhausted state.
Another tentacle worked the zippers that were securing his combat boots to the suit, slowly freeing them. Finally they were slid off and the tentacles explored the inside of the boots briefly before returning to Jac's gray socked feet. This intensified the tickling sensations as the tentacles explored the sweaty thick socks and their occupants feet at their leisure.
The hulking form shifted its hold, tentacles under each of Jacs arms and effortlessly lifted him out of the suits open front, suspending him in midair as the suit clattered to the ground next to his discarded boots. The sheer power the creature exerted, holding a 200+lb man in mid-air while investigating his form was staggering. Jac was becoming quieter, giving in to the creatures power and his own physical exhaustion. Jaime was unsure of what to do so she stood mesmerized and waited.
She watched as the creature lowered Jac's now weak form to the corridor floor, placing him on his feet, then knocking out his knees from beneath him. He gave one last struggle and caved. He was now secured on his knees, legs partially spread, no longer laughing. He looked towards her, exhaustion in his eyes then his head dropped back down to stare at the floor. She watched as a tentacle snaked around the front of his neck and started downward. It appeared to pause at his underwear, rubbing back and forth. It ran it's feelers briefly along the white lined fly opening.
She could see Jacs body responding as it naturally would. His member began to swell, pressing itself against the inside of his boxer briefs. A second tentacle appeared between his open legs and began a second rubbing movement from below. Jac's cock now stood at full mast. Its seeming 7 or so inches straining against the cotton fabric. The tentacles fell into a rhythmic behavior, teasing the area between his anus and balls along with his engorged shaft trapped in his underwear.
The creature appeared to grown frustrated by the material and Jac was once again lifted into the air. He hung there suspended in his socks and underwear. It was an oddly erotic sight. A fully grown man in his boxer briefs and gray tube socks with navy stripes at the top scrunched down sloppily to just below his calf muscles. His raging cock was suddenly freed as the creature stripped his underwear off and his 7 inch stiff rod was on full display.
Jaime watched all of this and could feel her pussy responding to the visual stimulation as her partner was being forcibly taken by the strange monster. Jac was placed back on his knees at a slightly different angle. Jaime could now see his arms tightly locked from his now side-facing position. The tentacles were now freely exploring all of Jac's externals. Rubbing and prodding randomly, Jac resisted very little. The tentacles seemed very interested in his socked feet and though they briefly prodded the top openings they left them in place and continued writhing and squeezing and tickling his sweaty socked feet as 2 other tentacles refocused on his now naked crotch.
