After spending an unknown amount of time lying on the fleshy floor of the "room" she'd found herself in, Krista felt she had recovered sufficiently from her orgasmic ordeal and should try to figure out more about where she was and how she could get out. Getting back to her feet, she spotted where her smartphone was laying, still vibrating furiously from when she had tried to use it as a distraction. Though the floor wasn't perfectly flat and she thought that traversing it would be like walking on a trampoline or a bouncy castle, the muscular tissue that it consisted of was surprisingly firm, making walking on it fairly easy.
Picking up her smartphone, Krista thumbed off the vibration and began looking through her apps to see what was functioning and what was out of service. The basic apps that didn't rely on any wireless capabilities worked just fine, but she was getting no bars at all on her wireless adapter, despite walking from one side of the room to the other and holding her smartphone high and low. Even when she tried to see what networks were available in the area (figuring that maybe they were all password protected) she came up with nothing, as in there were NO networks around that could even be detected.
{How is this even possible?} she thought as she put her smartphone away, hoping to conserve its battery since she doubted she'd be able to recharge it any time soon. {In this day and age, being in an area without even ONE wireless network around is almost inconceivable. I'd either have to be somewhere ridiculously remote, or...} She stopped the pacing back and forth she had been doing while thinking as an exceedingly disturbing thought crossed her mind. {...or I am no longer on Earth. But how could I have been taken off-world during the period of time I was knocked-out? I may be a heavy sleeper, but I highly doubt even I could have snoozed through leaving Earth orbit.}
Feeling her frustration over her lack of knowledge about her situation mounting, and having nothing else to do or try in the room she was in, Krista made her way over to one of the sphincter-like indentures in the walls and proceeded to give it a much closer look. Upon closer inspection, she found that the sphincter was in fact a part of the wall, having no seams or indications that it was artificially placed in the wall's tissue. Additionally, it was not closed completely, as there was a very small opening at its center, which she assumed allowed for some minimal air flow to happen, otherwise she was sure she would have passed out already from oxygen deprivation, what with all the heavy breathing she had been doing just a short while ago.
{Which raises even MORE freaking questions!} she thought to herself while scowling slightly. {While I'll admit it felt great once I stopped worrying about being killed, I still have no idea why that happened, exactly. Was it just some random event that I happened to be in the right place at the right time for, or is it something that happens on a regular basis, and if so, then how regular? Because as good as that was and all, I think I'd prefer to pick and choose if and when I have such an encounter, thank-you-very-much.}
Shaking the ever-puzzling thoughts from her mind for the time being, Krista took her right index finger and poked it into the small hole at the center of the sphincter. While she thought that she would have to use a great deal of force to pry it open, much to her surprise it began to open wide all on its own shortly after her finger had been inserted. With a slight squelching noise, the sphincter opened to its full capacity, allowing Krista a clear view into the next room...which looked exactly the same as the room she was currently in. Baffled, but beginning to form a hypothesis, Krista left the opened sphincter and went to the next one over on the adjacent wall, once again prodding the small hole with her finger and receiving the exact same result. And just as before, what lay beyond the fleshy portal was another room that looked the same as the one she was in and the other room the first sphincter opened to. Rather than check the other two sphincters on the walls, she instead went to the sphincter in the floor, knelt down beside it, and triggered its reaction. Looking down, with dull surprise, she saw yet another identical room.
{Okay...so this is worrying,} she thought while rubbing her temples, trying to make sense of what this could mean. {So this room I'm in is just one of MANY identical rooms, and if they're all the same in appearance then chances are good that they'll all have the same features, which is to say molesting tentacles. Greaaat...} she thought with no small amount of sarcasm. {If I had to pick a direction to try and find my way out of this...place, it would be up. But...} she thought while looking at the ceiling sphincter 3 meters above her, {...I don't think I'm going to be able to reach that lofty goal just yet. So my next best option would be...}
Returning her attention to the wall sphincters, she noticed that the two she had opened had closed at some point while she was lost in her own thoughts, with the floor sphincter starting to close itself right next to her. {So they don't stay open permanently. Good to know,} she mentally noted as she stood up from where she had been kneeling. Making her way back over to the first (or what she assumed was the first, since they all looked the same) sphincter she'd opened, she reinserted her finger into its hole and waited for it to open to its fullest before tentatively making her way through.
After she had stepped through, though, the sphincter quickly closed shut, making Krista wonder why it was so fast to close this time around when it had stayed open for a little while before and had closed so slowly and quietly that she hadn't even noticed. It was then that she noticed the walls, floor, and ceiling begin to lightly quiver as if with anticipation, similar to what had happened in the last room she was in. {Aw, shit! It's happening already?!} she cursed as she quickly planned a path to the next sphincter and how she would dodge out of the way of any tentacle-holes that might appear along the way.
{If I can get to the next room before anything grabs me, maybe I'll be safe.} With that hope in mind, Krista dashed over to the sphincter to her right and jammed her index finger into its hole...only for nothing to happen. "WHAT?!" she loudly exclaimed at the unfair, cheating sphincter that refused to grant her an exit. Unwilling to accept the truth of the matter, she repeatedly rammed her finger in and out of the sphincter's hole, generating a small amount of heat from the friction but little else in the way of results. {Whelp...I'm fucked,} she thought as she stopped her fruitless fingering and turned back towards the room's center, resigning herself to the lascivious attentions it was about to give her.
As before, numerous holes began to spontaneously open up in the flesh walls all around her, and though she knew that it was going to happen, Krista found herself watching the extraordinary occurrence intently, still trying to figure out how this place worked. {The way the holes form doesn't look like tears in space-time, so I doubt they're any type of worm hole,} she thought as she inspected one of the holes on the wall right next to the sphincter she was just prodding. {Perhaps a better way to think of it is that the muscle-like tissue that makes up this structure is able to spontaneously tear itself, like a normal muscle when you exercise, and then instantly heal itself after the tentacles are retracted.}
As she peered into the hole, but this time without her smartphone and from an angle to as to not risk having her eye poked like what nearly happened last time, she saw the characteristic writhing happening within, indicating a tentacle was about to pop out. But when it did, it wasn't like the tentacles that she had encountered before: Whereas the previous tentacles that had had their way with her were "simple", being little more than fleshy ropes, this one (and all the other tentacles that began popping out of the walls) was actually more like a long, slender tongue! Even though she had discarded her previous theory that this place was trying to digest her, seeing all of these "tongue tentacles" (tongtacles as she decided to call them) gave her pause to reconsider it.
