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The cameras capture the fading daylight of pinks into dark purples over crisp bed sheets, which throws stark painting shadows from thighs red and glowing across the floor. Her current favourite guest stretches four long arms over their head, their loose dress near-transparent in the sun’s last rays, showing off the silhouette of their equine-curved legs. The microphone in the bathroom catches the sound of water pouring into the tub, cutting through the froth of bubbles floating on the surface. The guest doesn’t know the way that they slowly drag the dress over their head to enjoy the whisper of the fabric over their skin titillates, how it has Alec draw her gaze along the exposed thighs, the perky set of three breasts softly curving above their midriff.
Alec enjoys this particular guest for their soft ruby colouring, and the curves they barely conceal under their clothes. She enjoys them for the sensual way that they move, as though purposefully egging her on even though they most definitely haven’t found out about the cameras hidden in the rooms they rent. She enjoys the gentle sighs as the guest sinks into their bath after a quick cleansing shower, and she enjoys the way their plush lips part as they bask in the warmth of the water. But most of all, she enjoys what comes after.
The gas pouring out of the ventilation is colourless, odourless, but quickly takes effect, after it's sent into the bathroom with the push of a button. The guest slides just a little deeper into the water as unconsciousness takes them, hooves against the tub’s enamel hindering them from sinking below the surface. Alec presses a button, and she knows that on the other end of it, a green lamp lights up, and the client door to the room clicks its lock open. A shadow slips through the thin tap, and the soft plop into the water announces the first client’s presence. A lumbering form, absurd muscles and a height that makes it hunch down in doorways, passes through doors to reveal the second.
The large creature skims the ceiling with her fin, it stretching from her back in a gentle curve to her head. She has massive hands, ones she uses to slide under a set of armpits on the sleeping guest. Alec leans forward for the first good look, and the tentacled creature that fell through the pipes clings to the guest’s legs. It’s a strangely gelatinous thing, with arms decreasing and increasing from its main blob centre. It rolls up the guest’s legs, as the hulking shark-like woman settles under the shower head, water raining down on all three of them in a light drizzle, the spray set to wide. The guest rests limp against the shark’s chest, barely even reaching to the bottom curves of her small breasts, entirely unaware that she’s being manhandled with little grace.
It’s always a pleasure to see the blob-thing at work, even as it settles in before the actions are to start, and the way the new client, the shark-woman, brusquely seems to act is piqueing Alec’s interest as well. The blob laces tentacle after tentacle around the guest’s thighs, loops them around the meaty thighs of the shark-woman as well. Holds them in place against each other, where the guest’s ass hangs free just enough for access between the shark’s legs.
The first tentacle not focused on locking the guest down is a tentative touch, slipping along the edge of the guest’s lower lips. The shark creature watches just as intently as Alec does, with hands slowly tracing a breast and ghosting the thin throat. Alec flicks the feed up on one of the big screens, so that she doesn’t have to lean in closely for a better view of the action as it unfolds. Another tentacle joins the first, situating itself on the other side of the lips.
They pull lightly, exposing vibrant neon pink insides. The lips are pressed together, pulled apart, rubbed against one another. The insides start to glisten with the wetness of arousal, a shade of pink the water doesn’t carry. The clit-like thing at the bottom of the pussy grows, a pinky-sized nub bobbing up and down in the air. Alec licks her lips as she watches a tentacle slip onto the clit, a firm suction cup looking much like one of those things that are attached to a cow’s teats to milk them. Through the gelatine, the press and pull on the clit is visible. The shark watches, and slips a finger into the guest’s– the whore’s mouth, coaxing slack lips to close on her thumb with a grip on the hanging jaw.
Alec can hear the wet, slurping sound, as the suction tentacle undulates around the clit. Her mouth waters, and she wants a taste too, but she abstains. If you want to partake in the products, then do it outside business hours, she tells herself. Instead, she pulls open a drawer, wherein her stash of toys reside.
Tex Tentacle, as Alec calls the tentacled client in her mind, pulls off the clit with a resounding pop, and Alec fits a small, soft toy into her mouth, something that closely resembles the shape of that dripping member. Green goo from Tex mixes with aroused juices, and when the shark alien – Mz Sharkalia, Alec decides – presses two large fingers tight around the clit, fluid squirts from the tip, ejaculate pouring over Tex’s gelatinous body while the whore wears that same slack expression on their face.
Squealing in delight, Tex Tentacle rubs their blobby body against the hand, pressing close to the curve of the wide palm. The tentacles extend, as Mz Sharkalia picks them up and raises their body close to her face. Tex shifts in her gip, rolling round, rising to a pointed shape, shivering pleasantly as they once again round out their shape. Mz Sharkalia lowers the body again, and presses the creature against the whore’s pussy. Catching on quick though no words are audibly exchanged – perhaps they communicate telepathically – Tex thins their body, wraps tentacles around the guest’s waist, and Alec switches camera, zooming in on the whore’s crotch.
Teasing her own wet entrance with the toy, legs partied to bare her undressed cunt to the monitor room’s warmth, Alec watches as Tex starts pushing inside. It’s only a careful slip and slide because they’re a living thing, rather than a toy, but nonetheless it’s a firm, forceful entry. Alec can see the way Tex spreads out inside, as the whore’s skin ripples with Tex’s movements. Their lower abdomen stretches, bloats, and Mz Sharkalia rubs the hand not still massaging a tit against the belly so distended it’s starting to look like they’re pregnant. And isn’t that an image; Alec moans into the room, as she imagines the whore waking up, suddenly and unexpectedly filled with litters of offspring. It’s not something Alec would actually risk happening at her establishment, but she can still freely picture it, enjoy it, lick her lips as she imagines the confused distress on the unaware whore’s face. The image of Tex shifting underneath the whore’s skin just increases the fantasy, making it look as though something kicked from inside.
The whore makes its first sound, then. A gasp, not of awakening from slumber, but a garbling noise of a tight throat. Flicking to a camera showing their face, Alec sees their throat bulge, and it’s a delight to watch as first one tentacle, then another, pushes out of the whore’s mouth. Flicking her gaze over to a full-scene image, Alec sees, to her excitement, that still, Tex is wrapped around the whore and Sharkalia’s thighs, still is inflating the whore’s belly; Tex has made way through the whore’s entire system, forcing its way all the way through. Alec wonders what it would look like if Tex stretched in one straight shape, ignoring the curves the whore’s innards take. How ruined that might make them. Would it make them succumb, panic, or fight, if they wake up to find themselves that way, or even in the way they are now? Alec shudders, the mental image of large, terrified eyes shaking her to her core.
Oh, it is nothing new for her to get off on someone else’s misery. It is actually something that she loves to do, the reason why she took this job in the first place, why she took to it so well. But the thought of ruining someone so utterly, so completely, fills her with a new want; she needs to expand, to see if they could create a new facility, where they could keep whores to be bred and used– the logistics were unimportant, though, right now. She just wants to see the expression she imagines, again and again and again. And this particular whore simply has to be one of those broodmares, the inaugural first, she decides, as she eyes the empty expression, the way the colour thins out as their skin is stretched to their limit. Tex grows and grows, pulsating, sending off-shoot tentacles from its body further inside.
The tentacles pushing through the whore’s mouth licks against Sharkalia’s mouth, against her tongue, as she parts her lips. A strange tongue kiss mingles their fluids, and Alec can see a dark flush on Sharkalia’s face. The whore’s face turns to the side as Sharkalia guides their head, and the kiss moves much closer, as the grip on Sharkalia’s thigh’s loosens, allowing her to lift the whore, one arm beneath their thigh. It looks much like Sharkalia is kissing the whore, as if the whore’s lips move in response, as Tex squirms tentacles inside their mouth. The sight soaks Alec’s chair, making her every movement squelch as the plasticky faux leather allows her cum juices to pool beneath her.
Alec isn’t the only one getting off, though. Through the video feed, she sees the whore’s body shake, sees it glow a soft pink, and she hears Sharkalia grunt, the sound pleased. As an orgasm is rippling through the whore, they were pulled into a tight embrace, and they pressed down on Tex’s form inside. The squirming under the whore’s skin is erratic, the tongue kiss deepens, and suddenly, a sticky green substance pours out of the whore. Tex’s cum spills from the whore’s mouth into Sharkalia’s, from the whore’s cunt, from their nose, from their ass, even from their tear ducts and from their ears. Alec feels her spine’s desire to curve up into a ball as another orgasm rocks her, but she stays put, her legs moving up to the arm rests and her gaze transfixed on the scene.
Sharkalia swallows, her throat working around the cum, and Alec hears a moan; from what she’s gathered over several visits of observation, Tex’s cum is delicious, both in taste and in texture. And with enough exposure, it can even be addictive. Normally, a guest that would cause addiction in one of their whores would be promptly banned, but Tex is still allowed, because subconsciously, the whores knows that they can only get their fix at this specific establishment. Not every time they stay, but enough times to make them come back, to increase business on both the legal and the less legal ends of the establishment’s finances. And that can only be encouraged.
Now, even the lovely whore is whimpering into the kiss, the deepest deepthroat blocking their airways, forcing them to breathe thick and wet through their nose, tentacles and tongue both exploring their mouth, the flat teeth at the bottom jaw, the sharp at the top; their body is twitching, the whole of it, overstimulated from the inside yet with no outlet for it, body still locked in sleep and relentless use. Alec can see it, how the tentacles still move around under their skin, so obscene, so delicious.
Tex eventually slides from one mouth to the other, elongating and stretching, limbs increasing. The first limb that entered Sharkalia is forced down her throat, though she doesn’t look displeased, with the way she still fervently makes out with the unconscious whore. Tex’s tentacles make their way down and down, and though Alec can't see the path they take through the massive woman, she can see as one emerges, the tip thick as it curls out of her cunt. She can see how the tentacle slims down, and she can see the tip curl around the base of the whore’s clit, sucked on by another so long and intensely that it has become swollen. The whore twitches, Sharkalia groans, and shifts. There is a whine from the whore, and Sharkalia experimentally shifts again, to hear another of those keening sounds.
As Alec watches, fingers teasing her own clit, Sharkalia starts to hump, the tentacle wrapped around the whore’s clit tugging with each pull back. Another of Tex’s tentacles emerges from Sharkalia’s body, and another, and more still. Alec had imagined the whore too full to be filled even further, but she had been wrong.
The tentacles already inside the whore pull at the rims, leaving yawning holes for more to enter. With each of Sharkalia’s thrusts, the whore’s body distends, with each pull, they moan helplessly. Sharkalia, too, must be feeling it, felt the way the tentacles coming out of her cunt moves inside the whore. It is delectable, seeing the three entirely wrapped in each other, two sex fiends fucking hard, raw, and passionately into the beautifully limp body. How can Alec not cum again? There is no other thing she can do, but feel just as helpless, just as powerful, as she watches her favourite be ravaged without their knowledge.
She just can’t help it, that as the tentacles drive a third loop through the whore, she cums so hard she spills all over the screen zoomed in on the whore’s absurdly sex-wrecked face.