Allie and the Tentacle Monster

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex.

Allie Green fancied herself to be a pretty good, not to mention artistic, photographer. Throughout high school, she would take pictures of herself and her friends at parties, like most teenage girls, but she'd also just wander around her town, taking more composed, artistic photos of whatever caught her eye - empty playground equipment, the view from her bus window, shoes that had been tied together and thrown over power lines - the usual things that all photographers thought were unique. But there was something particularly interesting about the abandoned military research facility in the woods just outside town.

Every time she'd drive past it on her trips to the city, the creepy, isolated building occupied her thoughts for the remainder of the trip. It sat just off the road, with no pretence about trying to hide the building, unlike with other top-secret facilities. Architecturally nothing more than a two-storey concrete box with windows and assorted aerials on the roof, it sat in the middle of a huge clearing of the forest, surrounded by a chicken-wire fence, topped with razor wire. The ground must have been contaminated somehow, as no grass or even weeds ever seemed to grow within a 10 foot radius outside the fence, leaving only dirt. The chains and padlock holding the gate closed had started to rust, leaving Allie with the impression that the facility had been abandoned since before she was even born. But what really attracted Allie to the place was the incredible vacuum of noise that seemed to surround the area.

Either side of the location was bustling with life - birds sang in trees, larger animals stalked their prey, nature was everywhere - but in the clearing, not one sound could be heard. The few occasions Allie had summoned the courage to step up to the gate, her footsteps on the ground were so...detailed. She could hear each pebble crunch between the earth and her sneakers and could almost hear each grain of sand fall from her shoe after each step. Even though that kind of atmosphere could never be captured in photos, Allie was still confident she could do the creepy place justice with her photography. So, after almost a lifetime of doing nothing except talking about it, one summery Saturday morning, Allie picked up her most expensive camera and equipment and set out for the long walk to the abandoned government facility, never to be seen again.

Sure, she could have driven, but it was such a beautiful day, and besides, long walks never bothered Allie, who had always been thin and energetic, much to the envy of her friends. She made short work of the hike, arriving at her destination a little over an hour after leaving home for the last time. As always, her footsteps were deafening on the hard ground, and her camera's shutter echoed for at least 10 seconds after each photo she took of the complex and its imposing, dangerous fence. But today, something was different about the lack of sound... Almost as if something was making a sound that she couldn't hear. Allie was in such a rush to leave home that morning that she had forgotten the blanket she'd planned to throw over the razor wire on her climb over the fence.

"Well, shit," she thought. Despite the rust, she knew the chains and padlock were still too strong to break, especially with her thin arms. Not wanting to give up now that she was finally here with all her equipment, Allie started circling the fence, hoping - praying - for a section that some other intrepid explorer had already peeled loose from the poles. With a huge sigh of relief, she found it. A corner of the fence had been ripped free of the supporting pole and Allie just managed to crawl through the small opening. Now that she was actually inside the barrier she always thought was impenetrable, Allie had no idea what to do next, it was almost overwhelming. She took a couple more photos (black and white, naturally) of the exterior on her way around to the front doors. They were seven-foot high and made of some kind of thick, grey metal. Knowing that she was pushing her luck and should probably just break a window, Allie tried pulling on one of the doors.

Astonishingly, the door creaked and groaned as it opened outward for the first time in years. Expecting darkness, Allie was instead greeted with a bright hallway, thanks to the generous windows surrounding the building.

Stepping inside, she let the door close behind her. The noise of the heavy metal door slamming ordinarily would have made Allie jump out of her skin, but she was just too damn excited and she barely heard it. Taking more photos of the abandoned building, she wandered room to room, amazed at the building's incredible emptiness. There were still a few desks and swivel chairs left in the offices, but whatever wasn't bolted down must have been taken when the facility was days away from closing. The photos Allie was taking probably would have gotten a few million hits on one of those "abandoned building" websites she went to. She was right in thinking that these were the best photos she'd ever taken - knowing she was alone allowed her to study and ensure each shot was perfectly framed and composed, just the right amount of light and shadow contrast, and a bit of depth-of-field play to make all the right things stand out. It really was a shame that nobody would ever see them. After about 20 minutes of taking photos and exploring, she heard it.

A faint, deep hum was coming from somewhere in the building. Allie knew she wasn't imagining it outside. Surely it was just some kind of generator, one that hasn't run out of petrol in... shit, 20 years? Well, whatever it was, the naturally curious Allie was determined to find whatever was making that odd, pulsing hum. Carefully treading closer towards the room with the hum, she knew it was on this floor. Which was good, because who knew if there were even steps up to the next floor. Her search led her to what must have been some kind of dining hall. It was a huge room, with enough aluminium tables and benches to seat at least 500 people, Allie calculated. Here, the noise was loudest, but as she searched, she still couldn't find its source. But it had found her, and was waiting for its moment. Soon, it found it.

Allie had just given up her search for the hum and turned to walk back to more interesting, creepy rooms when she spotted something in the corner of her eye. Something black that stood out against the silver and white of the dining hall. She turned to face it, and immediately wished she hadn't. She should have just ran. She should never have come in here. As she gazed at what can only be described as "the creature," in her mind she asked the government who had shut the place down "Oh shit, what were you doing here?"

In her 19 years of living what she considered a very full life, she had never seen anything like this before. It honestly hurt Allie's eyes and her mind to stare at the creature. It certainly was the source of the humming, but once she saw it, the humming (acting as some sort of demented siren's song) ceased. The creature itself appeared to take on several forms, depending on the angle and whether or not she had blinked. Sometimes it resembled a giant 10-legged spider, other times it was a sphere-like shape hovering above the ground, and still other times it looked more like a massive salamander with no tail. This was simply a trick of the human mind as it attempted to make sense of the horrible, alien form. However, throughout its shifting shapes, one thing remained constant: coating its skin (or perhaps instead of skin?) was a mass of black, slimy tentacles that writhed and undulated under and over each other like Medusa's hair.

Instinct is a strange thing; at this moment, instead of running, Allie tried to take a photo. The camera's digital display refused to focus on the creature, showing only a large black fuzzy spot where the creature was. This was the final straw, apparently. Allie dropped her camera from her now trembling hands, letting its expensive lens shatter on the ground. She finally turned to run, but that never works, does it? She'd taken two steps towards the dining hall entrance when she felt one of the tentacles wrap around her right ankle and effortlessly hoist her into the air, upside down. The tentacle was thicker than her wrist, and so damn hot, she noted. Ever the fighter, Allie attempted to reach up and punch, scratch and yank herself free from the tentacle around her ankle. Impossible. Her long nails just broke when they made contact with the horrible, hot black thing, punching it hurt her fist, almost breaking her hand, and trying to yank her ankle free from its grip just made it constrict even tighter, very nearly cutting off the circulation to her foot. Momentarily defeated, she fell back and let her arms dangle above her head.

Once it was satisfied she knew she couldn't escape, the monster pulled Allie closer to its seething, writhing, constantly-shifting body.

Another tentacle, slightly less thick than the one around her ankle, grew out of the mass and made its way towards her face. Allie couldn't help but note the resemblance to a man's erect uncircumcised penis, only this one appeared to have no cockhole at the tip; instead, this tentacle's tip was smooth.

"Oh no, oh fuck no," Allie pleaded with the alien which obviously couldn't understand her babbling. Besides, Allie quickly found that talking was a mistake.

The thing's tentacle forced its way into her mouth. This tentacle, too, was incredibly hot, over 40 degrees Celsius, and Allie expected it to taste foul and bitter. Hell, she wanted it to be as disgusting as it looked, but, somehow, the creature was oozing some kind of transparent, sticky-sweet nectar-like substance along the entire length of this tentacle. Allie suspected this was some kind of seduction chemical cocktail, and she still thought escape was a possibility, so she bit down on the tentacle as hard as she could. It was obviously made of the same substance as the tentacle around her ankle - the tentacle's harder-than-diamond skin almost chipped her perfect (expensively corrected) front teeth, and the pain made her scream out. Another mistake. The tentacle forced its way further into her mouth and a few inches into her throat. It started thrusting in and out, filling Allie's mouth and coating her mouth with its sweet, intoxicating slime.

"Fuck no, I'm deepthroating a goddamn alien," she thought. But the taste and the sensation of the violating tentacle were too much for Allie, and she felt a familiar warmth in her crotch. "Oh Jesus no, you're not enjoying this, Allie, no way." Her body begged to differ. Moans started escaping her throat. Her pussy started getting warm and moist. Her hands wanted to play with her pussy, rub her clit till she came, but she knew the creature must take priority over her own satisfaction. She'd never been so turned on giving oral sex (always secretly hating it), so she wanted to thank the horrible, alien monster for expanding her mind. And hell, maybe it'll appreciate her cooperation and allow her to escape. So she wrapped both her hands around the creature's slippery, hot black tentacle and started pumping it like the giant cock it was.

The creature responded to her hands' stimulation by increasing the pace with which it was fucking her throat, much like a human man would. She pressed her tongue against the tentacle, providing it with extra stimulation as it pressed further than any other cock she'd sucked, down into her oesophagus. The thing almost cut off her breath, but Allie reasoned the pacifying, mind-manipulating lubricant she'd been fed must have relaxed her throat and temporarily eliminated her gag reflex.

Her hands jerked and massaged the tentacle faster and faster, and she soon felt it expanding. It must be close now. Surely this thing cums, right? Either way, just keep sucking and jerking it, it seems happy, she thought. Less than a minute later, the tentacle withdrew from her throat, resting in her mouth. Allie knew it must be seconds away from "cumming" and put her tongue to work licking and flicking the tip of the tentacle while her hands jerked it further down. The tentacle withdrew even further, and now hovered several inches away from her face. Like some sort of horrifying banana, the tip of the tentacle peeled back in six even pieces, revealing a smaller tentacle, dark grey in colour, that really did resemble a man's cock. Mere moments later, the tentacle erupted with over two gallons of white fluid that shot into Allie's open mouth and all over her face. It was thick like a man's cum, and compared to the hot tentacles, it was incredibly cold, around 5 degrees Celsius.

Allie, by this point intoxicated by the creature's nectar and her own lust, eagerly swallowed as much of the monster-cum as she could, milking the tentacle for all she could get. When it was done shooting its liquid at her, Allie was dripping with the cold cum-like substance. It dripped down her face and all through her long black hair and pooled on the ground below her, unfortunately out of her reach, no matter how she stretched her arms for it. Still she scooped and licked as much as she could off her face, savouring its unbelievable coolness and sweetness, a sweetness that didn't hurt her teeth like so many soft drinks did.

The creature appeared to be done with her, though. Without warning, it dropped her onto the hard ground, and Allie was lucky her arms broke her fall, else she would have had a nasty concussion. She climbed back onto her feet for the first time in what felt like hours, but had only been 20 minutes.

"Is... is that it?" she asked the creature.

It gave no response; it only sat/stood there, motionless apart from the seemingly infinite mass of tentacles, which were always writhing.

"Jeez, well, okay then. Hope you had fun, whatever the fuck you are." Allie turned to leave, completely forgetting about her smashed camera. She just wanted to take a shower and get rid of all that monster-cum that was drying and caking in her hair. And who knows, she might have been planning on masturbating while doing so. But before she left the room, Allie felt lightheaded and dizzy. As the world grew dark and fuzzy and spun around her, Allie turned back towards the tentacled monster and saw yet another tentacle quickly coming her way. This one had a very sharp, dangerous-looking tip, not unlike a surgeon's scalpel. Allie fell backwards, hitting the back of her head hard against the floor. Before she succumbed to the agony and the intended effects of the alien's cum, she managed to register the tentacle making incisions in her clothes, easily cutting through her tight black shirt, the underwire of her bra, her tiny denim shorts and her sexy boyshort panties.

When Allie awoke, she knew she had been unconscious for several hours, as the light in the dining hall was now a golden yellow, the afternoon light she had always enjoyed photographing coming through tree branches. As far as she could tell, the creature had left her alone, but she could feel its eyeless form watching her very closely.

Perhaps it was trying to make sense of her figure, a slim and tight little body, with perky B-cup breasts and a bouncy bubble butt. Allie knew her figure had caught the attention of many men, some of whom she'd fucked, but there was something different about the way she felt this creature was looking at her. By now Allie knew there was no escape, so instead she sat up on her elbows, and wondered if Stockholm Syndrome applied to monsters when tried asking her captor a question or two.

"So, what's up?" No response, of course. "And I probably won't get any answer if I ask what you plan to do to me, huh?" Again, nothing. Despite her throbbing headache, she couldn't resist what happened next. "Well, listen, since I got you off, and you haven't been nice enough to make me cum after making me so horny, I'm just going to make myself cum, okay?"

Allie supported herself on one elbow while she reached down to her clit and slowly started rubbing it back and forth, marvelling at just how wet she had become when the thing was face-fucking her. She was facing the terrifying creature, and spread her legs wide, presenting it with a perfect view of her freshly waxed pussy. At this point, Allie's mind must have learned just how to process the creature, and she felt she was now seeing its true form: a six-legged salamander-like creature with no tail, with a seemingly infinite amount of tentacles of varying shapes and sizes making up the bulk of its body. Some tentacles resembled the one that had grabbed her ankle and held her, some resembled the penis-like tentacle that had fucked and cum on her face, others had the scalpel tips that had robbed her of her clothes, and others were thick, knobbly and even slimier than the others. She watched the tentacles move in their hypnotic fashion as she rubbed her clit faster.

"There's nothing remotely sexy about this horrible thing, so what the fuck are you doing, masturbating for it?!" Allie tried asking herself. "I think that sweet oozy stuff and the cum I drank are affecting me, it's making me so fucking horny I can't resist cumming while it's watching me," she replied.

Soon, Allie felt she was due for an orgasm. She quickened her clit rubbing, getting faster and faster, and rhythmic moans escaped her lips. It was going to be intense, and she wasn't looking forward to her headache returning after she was finished. But a small headache never stopped Allie from cumming, and today was no exception, horrible alien creature or no horrible alien creature. She felt the orgasm growing in her clit, then it exploded outward, taking over her whole body in wave after wave of pleasure. She moaned loud and hard, secretly hoping that the black monster was enjoying her getting off as much as her boyfriends did. As the orgasm faded, she grabbed one breast and massaged it gently, squeezing the nipple till it was hard. She caught her breath after one of her best orgasms in weeks, and sat up on her knees, looking around the room for her torn clothes; it really was getting late, and she had better get home before her parents started freaking out. She wasn't very surprised to see that they were torn to shreds, cotton and denim scraps littered the floor of the dining hall. Everything that had been in her pockets, including her mobile phone and identification, had been smashed to smithereens, presumably by one of the creature's thickest knobbly tentacles.

Content that its prey had seen her possessions and clothes destroyed, the creature sent another tentacle to Allie. This one wrapped gently around her hand and, like a gentleman, walked her closer to its main body. Allie couldn't help but giggle at this now-polite creature. It was really cute, once your mind decided how to process it. At least, that's what she thought until four tentacles suddenly whipped out from its body and wrapped around her arms and legs, once again effortlessly lifting her into the air. The tentacles spread her limbs so that the girl resembled a star.

"Oh fuck, not again," she lamented. Once again, the penis-like tentacle forced its way into her throat, diving once again deep into her oesophagus. This time, though, Allie eagerly licked it as best she could, savouring the sweet flavour of the translucent ooze that coated the entire tentacle. She once again became aroused while giving this tentacle thing a blowjob, and was incredibly frustrated that it was holding her hands as far away from her pussy as they would go. All she wanted was to cum while it did, for God's sake.

Her frustration was soon answered in the form of another tentacle shoving into her pussy. She looked down to see one of the knobbly tentacles driving itself deep into her tight young vagina. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly, relishing the strange texture of the tentacle's lumps and bumps as they made their way inside her. And holy shit, it was so thick and hard and hot. Her insides almost felt like they'd been set alight by the creature.