I'm feeling uncomfortable sitting here at my desk, but I need to write this all down. Something tells me that if I take a quick nap, I might not remember the details of what just happened. So, here goes...
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I whipped my Honda into one of the available spots in the guest lot outside Hartford Square apartments, where Aria lived with her roommates. Fortunately, both of them were out of town at a conference, which meant that Aria was alone. Well, so long as she had gone to her apartment after she ran out of the lab. If she'd gone anywhere else... that would make things difficult.
Springing out of my hatchback and slamming the door with a whirl, I sprinted across the grounds in my bare feet, wincing as a cold wind gusted around me. It was early, about 6:30 AM, and there was no one around to see me in my panicked state. I must have looked like shit; tired, nervous, and dressed in wrinkled garments from the bottom drawer of my desk at work. At that moment though, I didn't care. I just wanted to make sure my friend was okay.
My feet pounded against the concrete stairs as I climbed to apartment 418, keys jangling on the lanyard around my neck. The metal railings rattled and echoed as a bounded past. Within a minute, I arrived at Aria's door.
Knock, knock
! I swatted against the door with the palm of my hand, hoping for an answer. None came.
"Aria! Let me in! I can explain!" I was lying of course; I had no explanation for what I had done to her.
Still no answer.
"Aria, are you there? Please!" I paused, and then spoke softly, "Please... please be in there."
A quiet voice came from within. "Go away, Trish!"
"Aria! Aria, I'm so glad to hear you!" I was on the verge of tears. Aria sounded tired, distant, and withdrawn, like a prisoner in a long-forgotten cell. Her usual cheerfulness was completely absent.
"Aria, I didn't mean to do it... those things took me over. It was almost like... reflexive behavior. I couldn't stop it!"
Silence, and then a solemn voice again.
"How can I trust you Trish? How can I trust someone who
raped
me?" The word caught me off guard as it left my friend's lips.
"Please, let me help you. You have to believe that it wasn't me that did that."
"Just get out of here Trish! I need to be alone.
Vas te faire foutre
!" Aria sounded as if she was holding her full emotions back.
"I'm not leaving you alone!" Aria had forgotten that I knew where she kept her spare key, hidden in the lamp that lit the area next to her entryway. And fortunately, it was there on this night, nestled beneath the bulb. I quickly slipped it into the lock and turned.
"I'm coming in!" I shouted as I pushed against the door, hoping that Aria hadn't remembered her deadbolt. It swung open, revealing the dark interior of the apartment. I stepped inside, closing the door behind me.
"I'm sorry Aria!" I called into the darkness, "Tell what I can do to convince you that I'm sorry!"
Aria's voice again came from within. But now it sounded different; chilling and almost malevolent, as if she were a scheming villain.
"I think I know how you can convince me," it said.
A light flipped on. I gasped in surprise and horror. The spare key fell from my hand and skittered across the waxed hardwood floor.
Aria sat with one leg crossed over the other in a chair across the room, opposite of the door. She wore a loose-fitting t-shirt and a pair of yoga pants. But at her crotch, the fabric had been torn dramatically. Where the clothing had failed, a brace of long, shiny, and oil-black penises rose towards the ceiling.
I knew I was in trouble. The rest of Aria looked normal, so far as I could tell, but something about the look in her eyes told me that she was under the same effect that had taken ahold of me last night in the lab. As I stared, Aria slowly licked her lips.
I screamed, and turned towards the door. If I could get out of sight, maybe Aria would return to a normal state. Jumping a meter to the door, I grabbed the knob and turned it. But as I did, I felt something warm and moist wrap around my ankle.
"NO!"
I tried to pull open the door, but my leg was pulled out from under me.
"ACKK!" I yelled as I crashed to the floor. "HELPPP!"
Struggling as the tentacle pulled against my leg, I reached out to grab for something, anything, to hold on to. The corner of the couch was nearby, so a wrapped a hand around it. With my other hand, I tried to dig into the rug, breaking few nails in the process. For a moment, I was able to fight the pull of the tentacle, which gripped my skin so tightly that it started to burn.
"Aria, try to resist it! I know it's hard, but I think you can do it! Just try to focus on something else!"
"Don't worry Trish, I don't want to hurt you... I only want to
breed
you."
"Don't!" I wailed.
"Aww what's the matter, you don't want these
Γ©normes
dicks inside you? You had your turn with me. Now it's my turn to have you."
I knew it wasn't my friend speaking. Aria was lost, just like I had been. Something about what had contaminated us had the effect of clouding the mind. Maybe a reaction with human pheromones?
"WHOA!" My thought was interrupted by another tentacle that wrapped around my waist, pulling harder. I lost my grip on the edge of the sofa, and was slowly reeled closer to Aria's formidable lap. Clawing at the floor, and trying to untangle myself from the tentacles' grip, I resisted but couldn't stop her. So, I rolled over onto my back, trying to push with my legs. But I was closer to her than I thought; we were less than a meter apart. Our eyes met again, and I could tell that there was no way that I was getting out of the apartment unless she had finished with me. I remember feeling beads of sweat forming on my brow as I thought about what that might entail.
"Look at me, Trish.
You
did this to me!"
I looked over her body, focusing on the massive dicks clustered between her legs. I couldn't count them from my perspective, but there were more than four.