Alex slowly opened her eyes, the silhouettes of unfamiliar furniture fade into view as her vision began to clear. For a moment she wasn't sure where exactly she was, but quickly remembered that she was with Drew. She turned her head to the right and saw him laying next to her, still sleeping peacefully. She glanced over at the clock on the dresser. The time was 7:06 AM.
She sat up and turned her body, letting her feet dangle off the side of the bed. She lifted her arms over her head and stretched, letting out a low satisfied groan as her muscles awoke. She dropped her arms down back by her side while yawning. She stepped out of the bed and started walking towards the door. She turned the corner into the hallway, at first looking at the ground where her feet were stepping, but slowly looked up towards the kitchen at the end of the hall. What she saw made her freeze in her tracks.
In the kitchen stood a woman who she immediately recognized. She was a little taller than Alex, standing at 5'6". Her long blonde slightly curly hair dropped over her shoulders, resting on her well-rounded breasts. Like Alex, the woman was naked, a pile of clothes clearly visible on the floor beside her. There wasn't the slightest hint of hair on her body other than on top of her head. Alex's heart was pounding so hard she could barely hear herself think.
"Amanda... I... I can explain." Said Alex, struggling to force words from her mouth.
Amanda remained silent, and began slowly stepping towards Alex. She tried to take a step back as Amanda stepped toward her, but just at that moment Amanda reached her hand out towards Alex, her arm morphing into a slimy black tentacle, that Alex immediately recognized. The tentacle shot towards Alex with inhuman speed, wrapping around her neck and lifting her off the ground.
Amanda continued to slowly walk towards Alex as she began to struggle against the tentacle. She smiled as she approached, her mouth opening slightly revealing a very menacing set of sharp teeth, dripping with the thick blue goo Alex had become very familiar with. Amanda stopped walking, coming to a stop in the middle of the hallway as the tentacle began to move Alex's body towards her.
"You silly bitch! Did you really think I was just going to let you interfere with my plan." Amanda said, her voice echoing through Alex's head as if in a large empty room. "I knew it was only a matter of time before you tried to sink your claws into him." She continued.
As she spoke, the tentacle around Alex's neck began to tighten, making it difficult for Alex to breathe as she continued to struggle. She kicked her feet and grabbed at the tentacle, but was unable to overcome it. She tried yelling for Drew, but the tentacle was too tight around her throat for her to be able to make any noise. She kicked at the wall, making loud banging noises just outside the door near the closet beside the bedroom. Tears began to form at the corners of her eyes.
The tentacle slowly moved Alex towards Amanda, until they were face-to-face, only inches between them. A long thin black tendril resembling the same kind that lived inside Drew snaked out of her mouth, and slid across one of Alex's cheeks. Alex began to cough as the tentacle squeezed her throat tighter and tighter.
"Oh you are just delicious. I can see why he liked you." Amanda said. "My babies are going to love you!" She followed up.
Just then, Drew woke up and shot up out of bed. He ran towards the door to the bedroom to see what the commotion was. He stopped and gasped as he hastily stepped into the hallway. He jumped forward, and grabbed Alex's legs trying to drag her body back towards the ground. Another tentacle shot out from behind Amanda and grabbed Drew, slinging him down the hallway towards the kitchen.
He stood up and tried to run back towards Amanda, only to be hit in the chest by the same tentacle, knocking him backwards several feet. He took a moment to recover and noticed that Alex's face was turning different shades of red and purple. He frantically looked around, looking for something he could use to free Alex and defend himself. He spotted Alex's sword leaning up against the counter.
He grabbed the sword by the hilt and then ran towards Amanda. As the tentacle shot up to try to hit him again, he swung as hard as he could. Luckily for him, he connected the blades edge with the middle of the tentacle attempting to attack him. Surprisingly, the blade cut right through the tentacle, and it fell to the ground landing with a thud. Amanda turned her head towards the ceiling and shrieked like a banshee, making a sound that Drew had only heard in horror movies.
The tentacle wiggled on the ground for a moment, before halting its movement and melting into a puddle of the thick blue goo. Amanda turned her attention towards Drew as he continued to approach her brandishing the sword.
"Let her go!" Drew yelled.
The large tentacle that had been cut quickly retreated back to Amanda, looking like it's origin was from her back. Amanda opened her mouth again and let out another shriek, causing all of the glass objects in the house to shatter. Drew flinched as this happened, giving Amanda the perfect opportunity to shoot by him while he was distracted.
She zoomed by him at remarkable speed, knocking him to the side and into the wall as she did. Drew tried to catch his balance, but slipped in the puddle of goo in the floor. He was able to look up just in time to see her dart towards the front door. He struggled to get up, unable to gain traction with the blue liquid all over him.
"AMANDA!!" He yelled as he managed to get to his feet.
Holding onto the walls to aid him in standing without slipping, he tried to make his way towards the kitchen. He struggled his way to the kitchen, careful to avoid broken glass, finally reaching one of the countertops. At the very moment that he did, he felt the familiar stirring in his stomach. The blue liquid that was all over him seemed to have awoken the creature inside him.
"Oh no no no, not now." He said to himself.
As soon as the last word left his mouth, three of the smaller black tendrils emerged. One of them immediately attached to his dick, engulfing it completely, pumping life into it. Within seconds, his soft cock became fully erect. The other two tendrils latched onto his nipples, giving him a sensation that he had not yet experienced. He fought to remain standing, but his legs we're already beginning to tremble from the pleasure.
The creature seemed to be sucking his cock with a new vigor, like it had been starved. The pleasure he was experiencing was several degrees more intense than it had been in any other encounter. He continued to fight to remain upright, attempting to make his way to the living room while still holding onto the countertop. As he managed to get to the end of the counter, he felt something moving in his ass.
A moment later he felt immense pressure on his prostate as the creature massaged it from inside. This was the tipping point for him, as he was thrust over the edge of an intense orgasm. His legs spasm and he fell to the floor as he began shooting his load. His cock jerked, pumping his seed into the sucking tendril. Each time his cock jolted, the creature would press harder on his prostate, milking everything out of him that it could.
Drew lie on the floor, surrounded by broken glass, his body spasming uncontrollably as the creature sucked the semen from him. His loud moans of pleasure echoed through the house. Two more of the small tendrils came out of him and planted firmly on the ground. Together they began to lift Drew's body in the air. As he rose, the large black tentacle emerged.
Drew saw it and wondered what it would possibly do to him, but quickly got his answer. It's sprang towards him, wrapping around his neck and began to squeeze. He attempted to flail his arms and legs in an effort to knock things off of balance. The tentacle responded by squeezing his neck even tighter, making it difficult for him to be able to breathe.
The tendrils lifting him off the ground began to slowly move him towards the front door that was still hanging open from when Amanda had fled. He shot his eyes around and spotted the broken bottle of bourbon on the counter, the puddle it had created on the countertop beginning to drip onto the floor. He summoned all his strength and powered through the pleasurable sensation. He slapped his hand in the puddle on the counter, a few pieces of the glass driving themselves into his hand.
He lifted his hand, dripping with blood and the bourbon from the puddle and grabbed the tentacle around his neck. A loud screeching sound could be heard as the tentacle started to shrivel up, like a slug that had come in contact with salt. The tentacle released it's grip from his neck. Drew saw the spot that he had grabbed solidify, looking similar to the way it had looked like when the object was given to him.
Thinking quickly, he slapped his hand back in the puddle, pushing the pieces of glass a little further into his hand. He slung as much of the alcohol from the puddle onto the tentacle as he could. As the alcohol came in contact with the creature, everything instantly stopped and retreated. Drew's body fell to the ground as the tendrils that were supporting him withdrew. Luckily, where he landed was free from the broken glass that was scattered about the house.
He lie there for a moment, still reeling in the feeling of the powerful orgasm he had been given. He noticed that his cock was still jolting as another few ropes of his cum splattered against his chest. The pain from the glass in his hand began to drown out the pleasure as the orgasm subsided.
After a few moments, Drew attempted to stand. Slowly, he started making his way back to his bedroom, avoiding broken glass from picture frames that were hanging on the wall in the hallway. In the bathroom, he pulled out the pieces of glass with a pair of tweezers. He wasn't sure what would happen if he tried to wash the blood off of his hand. He grabbed the gauze from the medicine cabinet and wrapped it around his hand several times.
He stepped out of the bathroom and slipped on his shoes before walking to the kitchen. He opened the cabinet under the kitchen sink and pulled out a bottle of glass cleaner. He unscrewed the top and dumped it down the drain. He returned to the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of rubbing alcohol, then filled the spray bottle with it.
He quickly got himself dressed. He hung the spray bottle from the pocket of his jeans by the spray handle, and picked up Alex's sword on his way back towards the kitchen. He snatched his keys off the counter and took off out the door. He ran out to his car and jumped in, sliding the key in the ignition and starting the car before he could even close the door.
He sped through the backyard, his tires spinning as they tried to gain traction on the soft grass. His tires finally met the gravel of his driveway and his car shot out into the street. A car driving down the road slammed on brakes as he unexpectedly flew out of the driveway. He paid no attention to the other car, his wheels screeching to gain traction as he sped down the road. The other car blared their horn as he sped away.
Drew knew exactly where he was going. He was driving to the abandoned house where he had first received the item. In his mind, it was the only logical place to go. He pondered what he would do when he arrived. As he drove, he came upon a car stopped in the road with a few people gathered near it. As he approached, he saw that the cars door appeared to have been ripped off. As he drove by, he recognized the car as being one of the cars that was parked in the parking lot of the park where he had been the day before.
For a moment, he thought about stopping to ask what was going on, but in the back of his mind, he knew. He glanced in his rearview mirror as he drove away. When he did, he noticed a black SUV similar to the one he had seen outside of Alex's house. He wondered if they were following him. He implemented a practice that he always taught the other delivery drivers. Make three right turns. Nobody casually driving would make three right turns unless they are following someone.
He made a series of right hand turns, all of which the SUV made along with him. He concluded that the SUV was indeed following him. Not knowing exactly what to do, he continued through the last half mile of the small town until he was out on the country road leading to the house again. After about a mile, he slammed on brakes and pulled over to the side of the road.
