Volunteer
---First off, this is seriously based off of "A Tentacle Dream" by user Scan. I simply added and took away. I sincerely hope he does not get angry with me for it. It is an awesome story. Go check it out when you are done.
---Secondly, the lead in this story is nameless and without description so that the reader has the freedom to name her and imagine her as he or she would wish. Her name, age, and species is completely up to you. Let me know what you all think. ENJOY!
---Thanks again to Scan.
"Um, hello?" She asked insecurely. "Hello?" She turned, but only saw the darkness that surrounded her. Cold darkness. Her body was shivering
Until the light switched on. The entire room became bright white. It was a small room, spherical, with smooth walls, made of some panels in perfect white. She blinked a few times to get her eyes used to the sudden light. She couldn't see a door, or a window. There were no lights or lamps anywhere. It seemed as though the brightness came directly from the walls. It was just a plain white. She wanted to touch the walls, but she didn't dare to move from the center. Though she was surrounded by the brightness, her body was still cold.
She then realised that she was standing stark naked in the light, and quickly covered herself with her hands as best as she could, leaning over slightly. She had the strong feeling of being watched.
"Is anyone there?" she shouted, looking around, still trying to cover herself. "Hello?"
"One moment," a voice echoed thoughout the spherical room. She spun around again, but there was nothing and no one. It seemed as though the voice came from all directions, but there were no speakers to be found.
"Ah, there we go," the voice announced. "Well, thank you for making the test run, it's hard to find volunteers for this kind of thing. We apologise for the delay and will begin imediately. Enjoy!"
"What? Hey!" She screamed. She didn't like this situation at all, and didn't remember volunteering for anything. "Hey!" But the only response she got was what sounded like loud mechanical noises for a moment. Then the small room was silent again.
She started becoming much more frightened. She spun around again and again, looking for an exit, but there was none. Just the plain white walls.
She screamed as something cold touched her foot. She jerked backward, looking down, and saw a white tentacle crawling about her foot. It seemed to come directly out of the floor, rather than a hole. She screamed again and withdrew her foot quickly, but the tentacle acted instantly and tightly wrapped itself around her ankle. Panicking, she jumped back, only resulting in her naked body falling flat on the cold white floor.
Frightened, she felt the cold tentacle slither up her leg. Then another tentacle arose from the floor and slithered up her other leg. Struggling was futile. Both of her legs were now in the cold grip of the tentacles. Down on the ground, all she could do was crawl backward, but it was senseless. The tentacles held her legs strongly and made it impossible for her to get away. She whimpered as the cold things continued up her thighs. In vain, she tried hitting the tentacles with her hands. As a result, the tentacles only squeezed her legs tighter.
She then gasped as, to her surprise, two other tentacles whipped down from the ceiling and wrapped themselves tightly around her wrists, keeping her from trying to hit those making their way slowly up her thighs. She thrusted around, pulling her arms with all of her might to no avail. The new tentacles around her wrists began slithering down her arms. As they reached her elbows, she began to become short of breath with her senseless struggling. At that moment, the tentacles from the ceiling began pulling her arms upward into the air. They continued to pull as her arms became fully extended, which lifted her body off of the cold ground and suspended her in midair. Her continuing struggle had become utterly pointless, and her limbs had become exhausted from even attempting to free herself.
She breathed heavily as she reluctantly allowed her body to become almost limp within the tentacles' grasp. Within seconds, her arms and legs had become nearly completely encased in the cold white coils. She had almost caught her breathe until she screamed once again as the tentacles pulled her limbs in each direction. She was spread out in the middle of the air, and there was nothing- absolutely nothing she could do about it. She was completely helpless, and completely vulnerable.
She screamed for help, but her throat was already scratching, and it obviously didn't help at all. Her muscles were tense, but she knew that struggling would not aid her in any way, and only exhaust her more.
She moved her head around as if she might find some sort of help she hadn't realised before, then clenched her eyes as something cold touched her labia. She imediately looked downward to find the tip of one of the tentacles pressing between her legs. There was nothing she could do to prevent it from entering her, and that scared her.
The tentacle pressed and rubbed against her labia as if it were searching for the entrance. Much to her fear, it made it's discovery and slipped between her labia and pressed forward. She gasped again and struggled once more. She wiggled around the best that she could in hope that she could just get it out of there, but she was pulled too tightly. Her pathetic struggle only seemed to cause the tentacle to speed up, into her vagina, stretching the hole and digging deeper and deeper until the mass touched her cervix. Then it stopped. She moaned out loudly in a slight pain and a strange kind of pleasure. The tentacle's width then expanded to fill the cavity within her and pushed her walls as far as they could go, stimulating her clitoris indirectly. She moaned again, her teeth clenched. She wanted it out. She wanted it out now. But mixed with the pain was a pleasure that was undeniable.
The expanded tentacle within her then began to thrust back and forth, back and forth. Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped with surprise. The pain was starting to be overcome by a pleasure she wasn't sure she wanted. She wanted to deny it, but the thrusting grew stronger and stimulated her body. She couldn't stop it, no matter how much she tried to deny the pleasure that was filling her cavity.
The tentacle wrapped around her other leg slipped around her back end and began feeling her rear, searching for its own entrance. Eventually, it also made it's discovery and, unlike the tentacle thrusting back and forth within her vagina, forced itself much more visciously into the hole it had found, causing her to clench and gasp once more. The tentacle expanded its width as well, filling her anal cavity and pushing the walls to their extent. It then began thrusting in rhythmic pattern with the other tentacle, causing another moan to escape her gaping mouth.
Back and forth, back and forth. Both of them. Like a lumberjack's saw, one thrusted back while the the other thrusted forth. The pain from behind slowly fading into the growing intensity of the pleasure she wanted so much to deny within her right mind. But there was nothing she could do.
The tips of the remaining two tentacles that coiled around her arms began to make their way as well. They both headed down her arms and toward her chest. Each tentacle wrapped itself around each of her breasts, encircling them and cupping them from beneathe. The tentacles then began to squeeze and massage her breasts which caused yet another moan to escape her mouth as it gaped even more so. Her eyes closed and her breath became hard and deep, nearly forgetting the pain and discomfort. As the tentacles continued to massage and squeeze her breasts, the tips buldged and opened into what looked like suctions with a prick in the center. The sunctions placed themselves firmly around her sensitive nipples as they hardened, and began suckling, pushing back and forth at the tip of her breasts in a pumping motion. The prick within the suctions slightly lubricated itself and her hard nipples and slowly moved up and down in a repeated licking motion.
Shivers were sent down her spine and her back instinctively arched as the pleasure pierced the core of her body. Stimulating her, pleasing her. After the pain slowly faded she could only groan in passion due to the sensation the tentacles were sending to her by stimulating all her most sensitive areas. Her right mind still wanted it to end, but the pleasure was becoming more undeniable by the second.
She surprsised herself as she tilted her head back, mouth gaping wider than ever before and let out a loud groan of lust, when yet another tentacle speared down out of the ceiling directly above her head and cupped her nose and mouth. This startled her as her body shivered within the embrace of the tentacles. Suddenly, a sort of gas began to vaporize from inside the tentacle and she forcefully breathed it into her lungs. All she could breathe were the fumes. To her surprise, it smelled sweet and somewhat pleasent. Suddenly, within the cup around her nose and mouth, the tentacle continued to enter her and stopped at her throat. Her initial instinct was to bite down on it, but the tentacle expanded its width much faster than the others, filled her mouth almost completely, and started throbbing in the same rhythm as the others.
Whatever the gas that filled her lungs seemed to be, it started taking effect instantaniously. Aside from the utter pleasure shooting from her sensitive areas that were being continuosly stimulated by the relentless tentacles, the rest of her body, including her very skin, began to tingle. Inside and outside, the tingling sensation grew and grew, becoming more and more intense with each passing second. She could hardly take it now. She could feel her body almost uncontrolably grind in time with the movements of the many tentacles thrusting through her body. The tingling sensation becoming an indiscribable stimulating sensation that was beyond anything she had ever felt before. She realised with the small amount of sanity that seemed to remain within her mind that the gas was hightening her senses. Everything within and around her, including the thin air flowing across her naked skin felt like complete and utter ecstacy. Her clenched eyes began to tear as the stimulation was becoming unbearable.
There she was, wrapped and filled with a hot passion, moaning and groaning, approaching a very hard climax. The strange mass worked on, holding her tightly, it fastened all movements, making them more intense. Throbbing, thrusting. Massaging her breasts as her erect nipples were continuously licked by the pricks and began to lactate into the pumping suctions.
The tentacles then began to vibrate, more and more. Sending extra pleasure as it caused her bones and innerds to quake.
The ecstatic stimulation caused by the hightened senses the gas brought her began to tickle her brain as well, filling every corner of her mind with a lust and passion she had never experienced. The tears streamed down her face. She wanted to feel disgusted. She wanted to feel insulted. She wanted to feel violated. But the pleasure and lust filling every single inch of her body, inside and out was absolutely undeniable and the tentacles were far too deep within her to ever turn away from. Every nerve in her body screamed and felt as if they would explode with passion. It was coming, she was coming and she could not turn back. She was coming and there was nothing she could do. Even if the sain part of her knew she should deny it, it was coming and it was stronger than she ever could have imagined. She had to. She had to give in. She could not deny it. It felt too good. It was so incredible, and she could not deny it. Thrusting- moaning- massaging- lactating- vibrating. She was coming.
She could not take it anymore, she was going to explode with passion. She clenched every muscle in her body, bit down as hard as she could on the thrusting mass within her mouth and screamed and moaned against it as she grined her body against the thrusting of the tentacles. Harder and harder she grinded against the thrusting, hightening the sensation even farther. Harder and harder, screaming, moaning, thrusting, massaging, lactating, vibrating. Harder, faster. She could feel it, coming closer and closer. Harder, her screams nearly toar through the mass in her mouth. Clenching her muscles. She was coming. Coming. Closer. Closer. CLOSER!
The mass within her mouth instinctively retreated allowing her to scream in utter pleasure as she climaxed. Her muscles clenched even more so as her juices shot from her body pouring down the tentacle.
The tentacles continued suspending her in the air but resigned from their movements, and the tips of each left their previous positions. She was completely out of breath as she panted heavily, while beads of sweat poured down her naked body. She had to cough as she tried to get the oxygen back into her lungs.
She couldn't deny it. She wanted to feel disgusted and violated, but it was undeniably the most intense sensation and climax her mind could ever conjure. She almost wanted to laugh, but she was so overcome by her panting, and sweating as her body helplessly trembled within the grasp of the tentacles.
She wondered for a moment when the tentacles would bring her weak, trembling body back down on the ground and let her rest from that intense experience. But just as she began to finally catch her breathe and the beads of sweat began to dry on her naked skin, the tentacles quickly returned to their previous positions and started all over again. They just worked on, and on, sending more pleasure and lust into her helpless mind. She had given up all struggles, every movement, and gave in to the intoxicating lust the tentacles and gas gave her again and again.
Another orgasm hit her, making her body tremble and her voice scream. And the mass worked on, even more intense, as if encouraged by her pleased noises.
Although her insides started to hurt, her body still screamed for more. Her throat was aching due to the screams, and her vagina and anal cavity were rubbed sore. Her sanity still tried to convince her to be disgusted, but the more thrusting and suckling and massaging and stimulating vapor that the tentacles brought to her, the more her body shivered and quaked and trembled in uncontrollable orgasms. One after the other. The tentacles would stop and allow her to scream after each climax and immediately return, continuing as they did the first time. Her body was becoming so tired and exhausted. But the tentacles made it impossible not to climax. Her juices created little puddles on the floor beneathe her.
Orgasm after orgasm, her scratching voice still screaming and moaning, echoing throughout the spherical room. Her body was too tired to even grind with the motions of the thrusting tentacles within her cavities. She just became limp within the grasp of the tentacles, and allowed her body to be continuously pumped by the them. As tired and exhausted as she had become, her body was still stimulated and still climaxed. She wasn't sure she could take much more, even if her body couldn't deny it. She felt as though she could nearly die as she was sucked dry and pumped hard by the relentless tentacles. She couldn't take it, it was becoming too much. Too much. Yet another orgasm overcame her body, and the tears streamed down her face.
Eventually, after what could have been hours, and a final climax that she swore was going to cause her body to crumble and fall to the ground, the mass retreated out of her body completely, and disappeared into nothing. They left her on the ground, lying in a pool of her own juices, sore, but strangely, still craving for more, though she was certain that her body could not take it. She couldn't move, couldn't speak. She was completely dried out. Her breasts and cavities could not produce another drop. Perhaps that is why the tentacles stopped.
She just layed there, panting, and waiting for whatever was to happen next, whether the tentacles were to return or she was finally escourted out of the strange spherical room.
"Thank you," the voice echoed once more. "That was the best test run yet. I hope you enjoyed it. We will begin another test run tomorrow."
The lights then switched off, and she layed there, alone, exhausted, and helpless. Her loud and heavy panting echoing in the darkness.