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“This is HAWK to HQ–ALPHA, do you copy? I repeat ALPHA, do you copy?” The frantic voice of your squad leader echoed in the cavernous room.
Flashes of gun fire made blinded you and made your ears ring, you ducked your head down instinctively. You looked down into the panicked eyes of your teammate and pressed your hands to the large wound in the center of the man’s body. The scent of blood was thick in the air, you watched as the bright red ran between your fingers.
The man gasped, blood dripping at the corner of his mouth. He opened his mouth trying to say something, but in the noise of the chaos around you his words were lost. The blood was warm, soaking through your gloves, soaking through the torn tactical gear. He clawed at your hand uselessly, his eyes rolling back slowly. If only you could give him a meager bit of comfort in his final moments. Though you knew his terrified expression was reflected in your own face.
“ALPHA–We are requesting back up, I repeat immediate back up our location is—AUGGHH” Your captain’s voice was cut off by a terrible scream.
You turned from your fallen teammate, to see your captain thrust forward, impaled by a large tentacle. The creature retracted the tentacle quickly, taking your captain with it easily. You watched horrified by the speed in which the creature moved. The grey skinned monster of a man held your captain in the air, his legs kicking wildly against the pain. The strange tentacle was composed of twisting bands of flesh and finger-like tendrils.
The monster laughed wickedly, amused at his fruitless attempts to free himself. Without thinking you raised the gun in front of you, firing several rounds into the creature's shoulder. He now turned his glowing eyes on you, they narrowed focusing on you. Had he not noticed you before? And what of the bullets? It didn't seem as if he had been injured at all.
You stepped forward on shaking legs and aimed for his head. Several things happened at once. Your finger squeezed the trigger firmly, again and again—the gun clicked uselessly in your hand. Empty. The creature snapped your captain’s neck and discarded the body with a careless flick.
The body of the man landed in a heap halfway across the room, limp like a doll. The gun slipped from your shaking fingers landing with a dull thud on the ground. The monster, Dr. Victor Gideon, took a few hulking steps towards you now. You found yourself unable to move, unable to comprehend the complete devastation around you.
You were the only one left.
You glanced around frantically, your team–or what was left of their bodies–were strewn all around you. He stopped a few paces from you so that you could fully take in the horror of him. Victor Gideon’s eyes met yours; their strange color held you oddly captivated. Would this be the last thing you saw before he killed you?
Maybe I'm already dead. You thought, your mind unable to fully comprehend what you saw before you. If I'm dead, I must be in hell.
Your mind reeled at the sight of him, how could this be real? How was he still alive? Was the blood you saw running down his face his or someone else’s? He loomed over you, his head inclined slightly as he studied you, his breathing ragged.
In one moment the tentacle shot towards you in a blur. You only had time to squeeze your eyes shut to prepare for the end. Hopefully it would be quick, though you wouldn’t dare hope for it to be painless.
But things in life rarely go as we hope.
The tentacle wound around your body, constricting your limbs tightly to your sides. You writhed against the muscle that held you firmly in its grasp. Was he going to crush you to death? You wondered as the tentacle continued up and around your throat. There too it began to squeeze, causing panic to rise inside of you.
The impact of the tentacle had knocked the wind out of your lungs, and now you felt it hard to take in air as the appendage constricted around you. You cried out as it grew tighter, soon you were unable to move, or breathe at all. Victor watched you silently as your vision dimmed. The last image in your mind was the sight of your captain’s helmet, cast away in the corner shining with fresh blood.
The sunlight was so bright this morning. Even though your eyes were still closed, the rays of light shone through your eyelids. You were still tired, though you had just had one of the worst nightmares in your entire life. A cold numbness was felt in your fingers and toes, perhaps you had fallen asleep without a blanket again? You open your eyes blinking against the bright light.
The room was slowly coming into focus; a room painted in a cold grey paint framed your vision. You turned your neck, your body felt stiff from laying in one position too long. Immediately you could sense something was wrong–you never slept on your back, and your arms and legs–as you soon discovered, were held fast by something.
Your arms were bound above your head. A spike of adrenaline coursed through you as you came to this realization.
You craned your neck up to see them held together by a set of cuffs, the chains of which were looped around the metal frame of the examination table.
Fuck.
Despite how you twisted and pulled you were stuck, held fast to the cold metal of the table.
Breathe. That’s it. In and out.
What was the last thing you could remember? You closed your eyes trying to focus your thoughts. You swallowed hard trying to keep the rising panic from taking you over completely. There had to be something you could do. There had to be some way out.
You turned your head to look around the room you were in, it appeared to be a standard hospital room. From somewhere behind your head you could hear the steady beeping of a machine, charting your heartbeat.
Then your eyes focused on him--how had you not seen him before? Far back against the wall sat the monster. As if he had materialized from the depths of your worst nightmares. He watched you from a large chair, a clip board in his lap. He seemed to be writing something down. The way he watched you now was different, it was calculated, calm.
You blinked back tears that gathered at the corner of your eyes. Your stomach turned, uneasy as a thought seeped into your mind.
Wherever you were now-- he had brought you to this place.
He, had restrained you and then had waited for you to wake up.
You moved your trembling lips, a wordless question formed there: Why?
But deep down in the depths of you.. You knew the answer.
He rose for his chair, eyes watching you measuring your reaction. His mouth twitched slightly, it seemed as if he was relishing it. To your horror you watch him remove the long-tattered coat he wore. The garment felt to the ground like a discarded skin, as the horrid tentacle writhed free. You could feel bile rise in your throat at the sight of it. He turned to you, his yellow irises burning intensely. He stood there a moment, letting his eyes rake over your form. A low hum rumbled from him, it was deep and guttural, animalistic. Behind you, you could hear the beeping of the monitor pick up, tracking your frantic pulse.
His strange eyes traced over you slowly as he studied you. Though this gaze spoke to his inner madness, there was something in his expression akin to tenderness. He was unlike the others, there was a sense of emotion, of an intact human intellect behind that strange stare he fixed on you. The way he looked at you, made your stomach turn again violently. He reached towards you slowly with his good arm, he appeared thoughtful as he did so.
“Tsk,..” He frowned; a long finger traced the length of a cut on one of your arms.
You wince audibly at the feeling of his skin against yours. Cool, and surprisingly smooth despite the appearance of so many cracks and scars.
“Cutting up that beautiful skin of yours.” He said, as he pulled something from behind his back.
You turned your head desperate to see what it was that he held. Your eyes widened in horror when you saw the syringe full of a dark colored liquid. You twist to shrink away from him as far as your restraints would allow you.
“You poor thing.” He cooed, moving closer, the gnarled tentacle twisted by his side as if it had a mind of its own.
The idea of it touching you nearly pushed your mind past the point of no return.
No. No. No.
“Stay away from me!” You shout as the Doctor looms closer.
His smile grew a bit wider, amused by your fruitless struggle. The restraints held firm despite your frantic movements.
“What is that–what are you doing–”
“Shhh now,” Victor hushed you with a soft voice. “Just something to make you a bit more comfortable.”
He moved a hand to your side, sliding up your shirt slightly to expose the tender flesh of your midriff.
“Hold still for me.” He pressed a firm hand to your side to hold you steady.
The needle bit into your flesh with a slight sting. You wince turning your head away from him. Tears burned in your eyes, threatening to spill over.
“There.” He smiled warmly, gently massaging the area.
The drug’s effect seemed to you nearly immediate. An intense warmth spread throughout your entire body. It ran down your limbs, and made your head feel light but not unpleasantly so. Your wrists lay limply on either side of your head, the desire to fight, or to flee – was there no longer. The only feeling inside you at present was that pleasant warmth.
“Much better.” Victor smiled. “I want you to feel everything, my dove.”
His voice had a darker edge to it this time. His expression was wolfish as he stared down at you. Now he brandished a scalpel and grasped the base of your neck with his monstrous hand.
“No moving.” He warned.
He lowered the scalpel until it hovered just at the base of your neck. You swallowed hard, acutely aware of the cool metal of the table. The cold steel made you shiver as you tried to press yourself as firmly to it as possible. The blade was so close.
“Easy, now.” Gideon whispered, “I don’t want to cut you.”
With a flourish Victor skillfully cut the first of the buttons to your shirt. The button fell to the floor with a slight ‘plink’. One after another, buttons fell until at last your shirt was open. Your breasts obscured only slightly from the beast's hungry eyes.
“Such beauty." Victor mused, running a finger down the sliver of exposed flesh.
You nearly cried out, the sensation of his finger on your skin was electrifying. What the hell was he doing to you? The edges of your vision were fuzzy; your eyes could only focus on him as he moved around you.
“What do you want with me?” Your words were slightly slurred; it seemed whatever he had given you had affected more than your movement.
Why had he brought you here? Why not just kill you like the others?
The others..
Oh god. The blood, there had been so much blood.
You could feel the bile in your stomach, again threatening to come up, it burned your throat. You tried to turn your head away, but Victor grabbed your throat forcing you to look at him.
“What are you waiting for?” You spat.
Part of you hoped you’d throw up right in the bastard's face.
“Just kill me.”
Victor blinked a moment as if taken aback by the force of your words. He looked down at you with curiosity, as if the thought had never crossed his mind. And somehow that scared you even more.
“Oh.. my little dove.” He soothed, cupping your face in one large hand. “..All alone. In need of someone to take care of you.”
"How lucky for you that I found you.." He cooed "How lucky you are to be mine."
“I’ll never be yours. You understand?” You hissed.
“You don’t mean that.” He pressed the same hand over your mouth firmly, his heavy rings sharp against your skin. You felt his other hand on your thigh, easily pushing one leg to the side. The feeling of something large wrapping around your other leg and pulling gently took all the bravery from you.
That tentacle..that horrible twisting mass of flesh was now pressed against your bare skin. Your frantic screams of terror were muffled by Victor Gideon’s palm on your mouth.
“You will learn to obey your Master.” He said firmly. Your eyes widened, as he moved in between your legs.
No.
No. You weren’t dead. But Victor Gideon would make you wish you were.
“Pain, or pleasure–it will be me alone that will give them to you.” He breathed softly into your ear. "Do you understand?"
He lowered his head to your thighs, giving the tops of them a gentle kiss. The warm exhale of his breath that followed, made your entire body tense up. Lips too soft to belong to such a monster slowly trailed kisses inside your thighs.
You sighed, the feeling was so good–it had to be the effects of whatever drug he had given you. Yes. There could be no way you would be enjoying this under any other circumstance. Your body arched toward him, eager to prolong the feeling of his mouth against your skin.
Oh, it ached, but in the best way.
Your mouth wordlessly opened and closed, focused only on the sensation.
“My, my–so impatient.” He chuckled. He slipped a large finger into your underwear. He gently pulled the fabric to the side, drawing in a sharp inhalation of breath. You turned your head in embarrassment, determined to avoid his eyes. His large fingers tore at the material of your underwear, ripping them effortlessly. The tattered cloth hung uselessly to one leg, now fully exposed to his eager glare you attempted to close your legs.
“No–please.” You cried, pulling hard against the restraints.
“No?” He cocked his head to the side. “But my dear, feel how wet you are for me...”
Victor’s eyes were trained on your face as he pressed his fingers to your opening. Fingers too large to be human, gently massaged that sensitive area, causing the most delicious feeling to go through you. You gasped aloud, body arching on its own accord. He smiled a broad smile triumphant, his golden teeth glinted in the light. Victor licked his lips, a flash of an odd tongue, dark and forked flashed between his teeth. He held up two fingers coated in a sticky wetness glistenin. He looked at them in silent admiration.
“It seems your body knows what it needs–could it be that you want me too, Miss (Y/N)?” He murmured, as his large hand spread your thighs wider.
You were exhausted from fighting against the ropes, and whatever he had given you had spread throughout the entirety of your body.. The warm dizziness made it impossible to resist.
“Now, let me taste you..” His lips suddenly wrapped around your clit, you couldn’t help but let out a loud cry of surprise.
The sensation, so sudden and intense, drove you back into the pillow. The strange sensation of his forked tongue was driving you into madness. Hands above your head clenched uselessly as he buried his face into you. Each time his mouth found your clit your entire body arched again, causing a small sound of pleasure to escape you. Periodically letting his burning gaze meet your wide eyed expression. Each kiss felt like it burned. He continued this onslaught, thoroughly ravishing your sensitive area. His fingers rubbing against your inner walls, he never ceased his kissing and licking.
The rhythm of both were slowly building towards an mind breaking orgasm. Every time you thought you’d pushed past the point of pleasure bordering on insanity–Victor brought you further still.
“You taste exquisite.” He breathed, momentarily pulling his mouth from you. “Just as I thought.”
This felt too good. It shouldn’t feel good should it?
“I can feel how your body constricts around me.” He smirked slightly, his fingers tensing inside of you.
He slowly withdrew the large digits before thrusting them slowly inside of you. Over and over again, he was being pretty rough, but the discomfort quickly melted into pleasure as he pumped faster. The loud slick sounds coming from your pussy as his fingers fucked you was driving you crazy. It felt too good like this.
It was disgusting.
I'm disgusting.
“Please.” You managed to pant.
Stop.
“D-don’t stop.” you cried, writhing under his hand.
Stop...
“Please.”
I..I can't --I don't want it to stop.
He killed all of your friends and here you were begging him to make you cum.
How pathetic.
You ground your teeth together, as the pressure continues to build within you. It felt like your body might break from the sheer power of it.
“Come for me.” He growled against your thigh.
You could feel your muscles tensing, you were slipping over the edge. The pleasure of your orgasm was fast coming and you felt yourself losing control. Pleasure exploded as his fingers drilled into you mercilessly.
“That’s right–that’s my girl..” His breath hitched in excitment as he watched you fall to pieces before him.
Your eyes half open were unable to focus on anything in particular, you lay there before him in complete surrender. Through your stupor, you were dimly aware of the sound of a zipper being undone. Two large hands grabbed your hips holding you firmly in place. He thrust into you then quickly. The feeling of being stretched wide around his enormous girth coupled with your own release made you cry out loudly.
The Doctor grunted and swore under his breath, your muscles still contracting from your orgasm made the sudden intrusion all the more intense. Your walls gripped his length tightly as he pressed into you. He stayed still for a long moment, his breathing heavy.
“My God.” He groaned.
His large hands pushed your thighs apart wider, as he began to slowly move inside of you. The weight and power of his thrusts made the table creak as he forced himself deeper inside. The tentacle pulsed excitedly as it gripped your leg tighter.
“My, such a tight little cunt you have.” He grunted, pumping into you faster.
Victor Gideon stared down at you as he fucked you mercilessly, the sounds of your labored breathing mixed with the frantic slapping sounds as your flesh collided. You could feel his cock deeper inside you than anything ever had been before. The feeling of being stretched so wide and filled so deeply, it was all you could do not to scream.
It felt so good.
You had never felt anything like this before. Above you, below you and inside of you–there was only Victor Gideon. You gasped as he leaned down to press his lips to yours. He kissed you greedily as he continued to fuck you senseless. His cock hitting spots never before known to you.
“Oh my little dove,” He breathed between kisses “Such an obedient and good girl.”
Fuck, this was so good. Your legs shook as you again neared release.
“Mm, no not yet darling.” He whispered against your throat. “Not until I say so.”
Victor slowed his thrusts, pulling out entirely before slowly slamming into you. You groaned loudly as one thrust especially hard forced you back against the metal table.
“This won’t do.” Victor panted.
With one hand Victor undid the restraints that held your arms to the table. He took your hands still bound together and looped them around his neck, before he quickly picked you up. He held you against him as he thrust back into you. You cried out from the feeling, it was much deeper like this. You groaned as he pressed you against the wall bouncing you on his cock. Victor let out a moan against your neck as he thrust into you, he was still being devastatingly slow and gentle. Fucking you like this, you could feel every twitch of his cock as he slowly stretched you.
“More. Please.” You gasped.
“Such a greedy little girl.” He chuckled, biting your lip gently.
You felt a soft caress against you, as Victor trailed a hand down your back. Strong bands of muscle pulsated as they trailed between your legs, finding your entrance. The tentacle had wound itself around and now was gently prodding your ass. It flicked back and forth gently, gathering wetness from your arousal before it again returned to your entrance. Slowly, it began to push into the tight hole, you let out sharp breath as it stretched you. Both the tentacle and Victor were both now fucking your holes in tandem. The rhythmic sensation of your inner walls being massaged simultaneously, being stretched and fucked so deeply was causing your mind to shatter.
“So full,” Victor purred, “So completely mine.”
“Please– please I can’t take it anymore.” You sobbed against his shoulder. The prolonged denial of release was driving your mind towards true insanity.
“Do you want me to make you mine?” He rasped, thrusting into you harder still.
“Y-yes.”
“Then use your words, dove.”
His thrusts were again picking up tempo.
“Please, Master Gideon. Make me yours.” You cried clinging to him as he fucked your hole brutally.
The knowledge he used your body now to achieve his own release only served to push further towards your own. You moaned his name loudly as you came, his hands gripped your neck as he drove himself deep into you.
“Look at me.” He growled, following with his own orgasm. He grabbed your face roughly and pressed his mouth to yours again. You could feel his cock twitch spilling his seed deep inside of you. His thrusts slowed, he panted hard as he sat on the edge of the table, still holding you to him. Your face was buried into his chest, as tears spilled out of your eyes falling on his strange, cracked skin.
“My..My God.” He whispered reverent, a hand gently caressing your hair.
You hardly knew yourself at that moment, your legs quivered from exhaustion. Though he was still deep inside you, you could feel the warmth of his semen leaking out of you. Victor tilted your head up with thumb and studied you. His expression was gentle and attentive.
“No tears.” He smiled, kissing your cheek gently. “This is the beginning of our forever.”