Bodies swayed in the pulsating darkness of the club, tangled together in mostly dance, partially sex. Jolynna caught a brief glimpse of two girls straight-up fingerfucking each other before the crowd shifted to cover them. One of her friends grabbed her hand, dragging her deeper into the hedonism.
And then there it was. She stumbled to a halt beside her friend, staring at the thing they were raving about for the past week. It was just a box, roughly ten square feet of tinted glass and dark metal. A narrow door slid open as she stepped up towards The Box.
"Come on, what are you waiting for," her friends smirked as they pushed her through the opening.
The door hissed shut as soon as she was inside, the noise of the club reduced to a distant thump. It was pitch black inside, depriving her of her sight. Hands out, she shuffled forward a few steps, wondering if the hype was just a collective joke. Then a screen flared up in front of her, letters sudden and bright and white.
Remove all clothing and place in provided receptacle.
The words glowed, insistent. Even knowing the glass was impenetrable from the outside, stripping down still made her feel exposed. Once she'd tossed her clothes into the metal bucket by the door, the words scrambled and rewrote itself.
Stand in centre of Sensation Chamber with feet apart. Your Experience will begin shortly.
Experience. Well that’s as vague as the descriptions her friends gave. Jolynna shivered as she stepped into place; the club itself was stifling, but in here it was cold enough to prickle her skin, her nipples budding tight. The screen changed to a countdown from ten, and with each pixel-flicker of number change, her heart-rate spiked. When it hit zero, she found herself holding her breath, but nothing happened. All the tension fell out of her.
The screen went black, leaving her in darkness again. There's a quiet clunk between her feet, and she started as something brushed her ankle. Something soft and warm and…wet.
Another warm, wet thing brushed Jolynna's other ankle, and that’s it, she wasn't going to stand here in the dark being licked by whatever the fuck. But the second she started to step away, both warm, wet things wrapped tight around her ankles, anchoring her in place. A spike of panic shot through her as they slithered up her legs, never loosening their grip. Outside The Box, the club thumped away, as if she wasn't in here being molested by some unseen wet things that felt like some kind of tentacles.
Jolynna reached down, intending to rip them off, but before she could get close, more tentacles snatched her wrists, hauling her arms above her head in the time it took to blink. She cried out in alarm, and as the sound left her lips, the lights came on inside The Box.
No, she realised, squinting in the sudden brightness. The lights hadn’t come on—they’ve come in. The glass had gone transparent, the shifting spotlights of the club pouring through it, and everyone—everyone in line, everyone on the dancefloor nearby and on the upper levels, her fuck-ass friends—can see inside. Can see her.
Instinctively, she tried to cover herself, but the tentacles tighten their grip, keeping her exposed. They’re all over the floor of the box, an undulating mass of writhing appendages, slick with slime or goo or…she swallowed thickly.
The tentacles wrapped around her legs tugging them wide, her feet skidding on the metal floor as she tried and failed to fight their pull. More tentacles rose from the pile filling The Box and she had spent enough time on the net to know exactly where this was going. She thrashed against the living restraints, accomplishing absolutely nothing, and then she couldn’t help but gasp as a tentacle slid through the folds of her cunt, which, much to her embarrassment, was already wet.
It's not like she hadn’t thought about this sort of thing, it’s just that fingering herself to videos was very different to actual live tentacles getting up close and personal with her in front of a club full of strangers. And her three best friends, who, apparently, knew exactly what she had been masturbating to in her spare time. Assholes.
Jolynna squirmed as the tentacle continued its exploration, massaging its strange slick into her, making her skin tingle. Arousal uncurled within her, and she suspected that whatever that stuff was, it’s designed to help her enjoy the experience. Breath became harder and harder to come by, and as she panted against the desire spreading through her, another tentacle curled over her shoulder, around her neck, and into her mouth.
Jolynna cried out, which was a mistake, because the tentacle took the opportunity to push deeper, making her gag. The one between her legs, apparently done slathering her in aphrodisiac, re-oriented itself to push into her. When she felt it pressing at her entrance she expected speed, but it went slow, giving the crowd of club-goers surrounding The Box plenty of time to watch it stretching her cunt. Her cunt fluttered around it, her clit already swollen and hard, and her cheeks burned knowing how many people could see it.
Only when the tentacle went as deep as she could take it does it begin to thrust. Not like the cocks she had taken, but a squirming, pulsating motion, one matched by its twin in her mouth. The way they alternated made it feel like they were one entity, fucking straight through her, and all she could do was whimper and moan and stand there and take it.
A tentacle flicked over her clit, and her eyes flared. Fuck, that was good. It flicked again, side to side, back and forth, experimental, it felt like. Testing the reactions each movement got. All the chill of The Box was gone; she's on fire, all over, and the next flicker of tentacle ignited a supernova. She squeezed her eyes shut as the orgasm rocked through her. All those people just watched her come.
While she was still twitching, the experimental tentacle wrapped itself around her clit. She was too sensitive for even such a delicate touch, but her hiss of pleasure-pain, her head-shake, her struggle; it was all meaningless. The tentacle didn’t care. None of them did. In fact, now that she'd come, they seemed more enthusiastic than ever, pistoning into her with abandon, the one on her clit stroked her vulnerable spot with as much skill as her own fingers.
Dimly, she noted that several people in the crowd beyond the glass were jerking off. Bodies moved in familiar rhythmic motions. A tight ball of something like awe, pride, grew hot in her core. They were jerking off to her.
Cum splattered on the glass as someone finished, and for some reason that set her off. Jolynna groaned deeply around the tentacle in her mouth, orgasm clenching and sparking up from her core. Tentacles tugged and teased at her clit and cunt, spreading her open for all to see, and it was less embarrassing now. If anything, all those eyes were making her wetter.
Another tentacle twined up the one pounding her cunt, and there’s no way, there’s no way—but there was, and it’s in her, both of them so deep it almost hurt. The slick slap of their movements was the most debauched thing she'd ever heard, so much hotter than any invented sound in a video. She felt so full, so fucking full, and the thrashing she was doing now has nothing to do with escape and everything to do with the fact that it was too overwhelming to stay still.
Suddenly, the tentacle in her mouth withdrew. Jolynna stared at it, her gasps more like sobs. Glowing rings of colour ran up its length, pulsing like blinking lights, and before she could wonder what they meant, it shuddered and spurted hot cum all over her face.
She couldn’t help it. She licked her lips.
With that, it was like a seal was broken. The sea of tentacles surged up, all of them glowing. The ones holding her arms yanked her off her feet and she yelped, kicking in alarm—or trying to, since the ones on her legs showed no sign of letting go. Her clit ached from overstimulation as the tentacle around it continued to tease her for everything she had, whilst the others spilled their loads all over her, one after another after another, until she was hanging there, drenched in cum from head to toe with the whole club watching on.
The Box was also covered in cum, or at least all the glass she could see was. Just how many people finished whilst she was inside? How many of them were wishing they were her?
Without meaning to, she made eye-contact with one of the spectators—her friend, the guy who dragged her over here. He had his cock in his hand, his motions frantic, and as she locked eyes with him it took him over the edge. His cum joined the other splatters on the glass and fuck, that was so hot. Jolynna's eyes rolled back as she came for a third time, her cunt bearing down on the tentacles still fucking into her. She couldn't see them glow, but she could feel them tensing.
“Fuck, no, wait, not inside me—!” she protested, but they’re tentacles. They couldn’t hear her. She moaned loudly, more arousal than complaint, as both of them reach their climax, pumping and pumping into her. With the candy-sweet taste on her tongue, it’s like they came right through her, like she was coated with their release inside as well as out. When they finally pulled free, it all spilled out of her, splattering the floor. She whimpered. She felt horribly empty without them inside her, cunt desperately twitching over nothing.
For a minute or so she hung there, an exhausted, cum-coated work of art. Then the glass went dark, and she was alone again inside The Box.
The remaining tentacles slowly lowered her down and unraveled themselves before retreating to their holding place beneath the floor. She managed to stay upright for a few seconds, then her legs gave out and she crumpled to her knees, head swimming. Hidden jets start up, and she knelt there, trying to process what the fuck just happened whilst The Box blasted her with a warm spray of water, then with slightly too aggressive air jets, cleaning the sweat and the cum—so much fucking cum—from her trembling body.
But, as she finally managed to dress and stumble, cunt still soaked, from The Box back into the club and her friend’s excited arms, she found herself thinking just one thing.
I have got to come back next week.
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