Even with the heater turned to full my breath curled foggy past my line of sight, rain pelted my windows as I made my way through the Kentucky mountains carving through dense walls of forest. The steady drone of my engine was suddenly interrupted by a subtle knocking from the engine compartment. “Hell! Sweety, I need you to make it at least a few hundred miles back home.” I cooed rubbing the dash as if to assuage the cars engine troubles. I had not seen an exit in almost 10 miles and the turns of the Highway left me unable to see any approaching exits.
Through the din of the rain I saw the vague outline of an enormous building raising over the surrounding forest. It was the only Manmade structure for miles of dense wilderness and its brutally simplistic shape made it stick out even in the pouring rain. As soon as I caught a glimpse of the building an exit came into sight leading up to a dilapidated over pass. The exit bore a set of cones blocking the way but disregarding them and the ungraded surface I made my way up the slip road to an unmarked intersection with only a rusty stop sign standing sentry. To the right there was nothing visible up the road and the building laid off to my left across the bridge, with the engine nocking more and more urgently I decided I would have to take a chance and cross. I maneuvered over the bridge around a wide gap the size of a SUV and over a sharp drop between the bridge and the leading road.
Across the bridge I made it onto a road that split into two lanes with a median in the center. The median was overgrown, and the road was cratered deeply. The road wound aimlessly toward the building seemingly circling back on itself as it approached. As I was getting closer to the building and I could now make out that it was a tall T shape with Small window slits similar to battlements running up the sides. The building was on the end of an access road with an unmanned gate whose barrier arm had long since dissolved. My hope for finding help was quickly dwindling until I saw a golden glow from within the buildings second floor. I pulled my car as close as I could manage to the side of the building there were no other cars around and I supposed I could move it if asked.
I pulled the key and the engine rattled to a halt, cold rain splashed down on the hood of my car, the head lights illuminating a paltry square on the side of the concrete wall of the imposing building. I took a deep breath bracing myself for the rain then cracked open the car door. I felt my body tighten as the water pelted my face trickling down my neck. I circled the building clutching myself and shivering with the cold, my legs and buttocks ached from the hours spent sitting. I made it around the ground floor and found no clear entrances save for a driveway that seemed to duck under the building. “Is anyone there! Can you hear me! I could really use some help!” There was no response, so I resigned myself to descend the drive and see if there might at least be some relief from the rain.
The drive steeply ducked to a basement level where, to my relief I found glass doors leading to a brightly illuminated lobby. I pulled on the handle and it gave, surprisingly the building was comparatively warm. The entry had a set of seats that were sunken into the floor with high backs that surrounded a central table. The seats and table were empty save for a small black book, assuming that the night watchmen must be away for rounds, I made my way to the door that was on the back wall, when I thought I heard a gentle dragging noise from behind the door. I felt my chest tighten with fear and my neck prickle, the fear overwhelming me. I decided that I would stay here for a little longer and wait for the night watchman to return.
I fell into the high-backed inset bench to wait when my curiosity got the better of me and I opened the black book, expecting perhaps a bible or personal journal. Flipping it open to a middle page I was startled to find a wood block image of a nude man drawn out inverted on a St. Andrews Cross bearing his manhood drawn erect in explicit detail with a prince albert piercing and a mask over his face, my cheeks warm with blush, I shut the book quickly and looked around to see if anyone else was around. The lobby was as empty as it had always been. Moments passed, and I waited, and waited, and waited. Then the last few hundred miles began to catch up with me, and either from an inpatient bladder or restless legs I decided I would try again.
I pressed the door again and it easily slid open. I crept down the washed-out concrete hallway to the left, It was lined with closed doors without windows. Following the hallway to the end were there was a marked stair well but no restroom. I pressed on the door and it resisted but then gave and opened almost dumping me on my face. I pulled my self together and saw the man on the door. I briefly ducked in and relieved myself before returning to the main hall. My curiosity tickled and having not seen anyone for some time I decided to try a few of the doors. The first door was Just a small broom closet. Then a locked door. The door midway from the entrance I came in through was Filled densely with stacked bookshelves each loaded with the same black bound books as that of the lobby, I slammed the door wanting nothing to do with such literature. “One more door then back to the lobby,” I told myself in a hushed voice.
The last door was different from the others, Its frame and paneling were dark black with a rotary lock in the center of the door like that of a bank vault, when I turned it I heard well oiled machinery move the bolts smoothly out of place. Then I pressed the door, it was heavy but well-balanced gliding without a noise. As soon as the door. Something grabbed my leg. It was black and greasy. A tendril leaving a trail of black slime in its wake. I tried to turn and run, but I fell flat on my face. I was being dragged by the unspeakable beast behind the door. I pivoted onto my back and could see from within the blackness a pair of eyes pure with miniscule black pupils, an uncanny smile with long gleaming white fangs. The beast boomed in a deep and unnatural voice, “Welcome to Zion Tower curious one, your stay with us has only just begun”
The door closed, and the room was darker than purest black. All I had was feeling. I could feel its tendrils wrapping around my arms and legs suspending me helpless above the floor. “What do you want from me?” I pleaded knowing full well that my end was likely eminent.
“What does anything seek? Pleasure and sin at expense of the meek!” The beast barked back in response tearing off my damp jeans and caressing a tendril against the small of my back.
“I won’t give into a monstrosity like you. I will fight you the whole time!” A pair of tendrils pulled off my leather jacket as it slid a tendril up my shirt tearing it off my back. I Screamed trying to shake it off my hands and feet, but more tendrils came and slid off the remnants of the shirt.
“Oh I do count on that, curious one, but you will be begging for more when all is done.” Two tendrils now slid greasily over my pecks and curled around my nipples twinging them slightly making my body shake.
I spit at the beast, where I thought it would be, and shouted. “Is this how a disgusting abomination like you gets off, rhyming and harassing smaller creatures? You look like natures last minute project dunked in shit and grease; did you forget to wash up this century!”
“That was a mistake, shut your mouth and your body with pleasure will surely quake.” It prostrated me with more tendrils still aggressively enrobing my nipples in slime. Slowly a thin greasy filament ran down the crease of my buttocks down between my thighs and caressing my testes, it pulled away pulling down my under garment with it.
“Oh fuck you, you debaucherous sac…..” It stuck a thick leathery appendage into my mouth and into my throat holding my head in place with the firm pad of another limb I could feel dripping in the murky black slime. My eyes watered and my nostrils ran flaring for air, I tried with all my might to bite down on the appendage, but it was thick and leather and only went deeper into my throat. One of its protuberances was now between the cheeks of my buttocks again working down towards by man hood. I could feel moisture dripping down the length of my penis accumulating on the head in around the groin. The protuberance bit at the flesh of my thighs and bottom drawing a squeak from my throat around the occupying appendage. The protuberance seemed to want to go higher now. It began penetrating me the protuberance thinning to accommodate my inexperienced anus then widening out as my body flexed to accommodate its ever-growing girth. It rubbed firmly against my prostate while tendrils curled around the involuntarily growing length of my member. I could feel it so deep within me pulsating my entire body shaking with unwilled pleasure.
Its tendrils now encased everything below my throat. Rapping up around my neck the tendrils held around my throat. I could feel breath around my face as I struggled to retain consciousness. My will was slowly breaking, and I could feel a climax building along my groin and in my face. My back arched and I felt by penis ooze thick cum onto the floor. A long twitching tongue licked the sweat from my brow. And I felt the breath travel down my body as I lost consciousness everything fading out to dim static and sleep
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