Chapter 1 - Interactive Exhibit

Angelica had been on security duty at the Museum of Anthropological Culture ever since she had left high school.


Her grades had been decent enough to get her a respectable job, but her attitude did her no favours.


Far from her namesake, Angelica was a bitch of the eighth degree, with a complex about her height and build that left her always irritable and quick to snap.


Not the kind of person you want working with the general public to say the least.




So, after more complaints came to the curator in one month than he usually got about any other staff all year, Angelica was taken aside for a talk.  They started off with some smoothing over. A bump in her pay and an increase in holidays per year that offset the news that this was because she was being moved over to night duty.



The young woman didn't take well to the news at first, and insisted on being told why she was being bumped to night shift.


When the complaints were read out to her, Angelica answered back every single one with how it was the visitors fault for not bothering to read a map of where the bathrooms were.


How was it her fault if some snot-nosed little kid slipped over on a mopped floor?


Why would she know anything about the times for the tours!?




In the end, she accepted the shift change rather easily. In the end, it seemed like she wouldn't mind avoiding the visitors and having the place to herself.



Almost to herself.



The museum was large and she was new, so someone else was always going to be on station with her, though Angelica found it was always her going to do the rounds.


Not that she minded really. It gave her a chance to stretch her legs, check her phone, and hope that someone was trying to steal some old piece of pottery so she could kick a little ass.




When she got to the Pacific Ocean Island Culture section of the museum, she groaned. For some reason, despite the rest of the building having at least some amount of signal, this area and especially the display room left her data spottier than a cheetah with chicken pox!


It was so boring. She'd have to just walk around, shining her light at every corner while knowing she was probably missing out on some drama in the group chat.



With her last message sent to them, a dramatic "If I don't come back, make me the ocean's problem." She stepped inside and almost immediately lost signal.




On her walk, she always stopped in front of one of the only exhibits that really caught her interest.



It was a statue of a squid-like creature, about four metres tall, and with as many of its tentacles cracked and broken open as there were ones that were intact.


Where there should have been two large eyes, instead one the size of a football was set onto the cone.



The information card on the front of the display just said.



"Suspected Depiction Of Deity.


Discovered 1926 In The Back Of An Abandoned Cargo Truck.


Origin: Suspected Pacific Island."



It was an odd thing even the bad tempered guard had to admit.



The statue was hollow, it seemed, with the broken tentacles showing simply a hollow, dark inside. One of the nerds that worked at the museum was fascinated with how the thing might have been put together. No seams, no obvious internal structure to have been built onto... It was very odd indeed.


The current theory was that the rock inside was much softer, eroded away, and then left a hunk of hollow rock which someone thought looked a bit like a big squid and got to work carving it.



Angelica didn't have a clue really, she just knew it was... Odd.



It didn't seem like it was trying to look very big or important or godlike.



It just looked like a somewhat amused squid that had been instantly petrified.




It was while she was admiring the smooth surface that she noticed a crack that ran through the pupil beginning to... Bubble.


Something dark and oily was oozing and sizzling as it pushed through the crack, forming a circle that covered the eye and didn't drip down as it should have...


Angelica had just enough time to take a half step back to look over the looming statue better and ask "What in the fucking?.." When suddenly, she felt something wet and slender coil about her ankle.




Angelica looked down at the same time she instinctively kicked out at the thing, not knowing what it was and already spooked by the statue.


Unfortunately for the night guard, this was exactly when the entity that had hold of her wanted.



With one foot off the ground the other was suddenly coiled too and yanked from the marble floor, giving Angelica a panicked moment of the feeling of falling backwards as though she had over-kicked, only to stop...


In the air.



Her body was lifted, her wrists and chest now entangled too, the rest of her body being quickly subjected to the same fate as she thrashed, and began to open her mouth to tell whatever had her to let go.


One of the tentacles wrapped about her throat though, and although it didn't feel tight enough to keep her from speaking, the implicit threat was there.


More importantly, she felt... Quelled.



A gentle pressure manifestes in the back of her throat and left her feeling like speaking would be wrong. It was a strange sensation, one she had gotten once when her brother had made faces at her in church, but she couldn't call him names because to break the silence of prayer was...


Wrong.



The suckers on the tentacles that had wrapped around her throat seemed to flex and tighten slightly, and it made her feel like a microphone somebody was readjusting their grip on.




"Well then... Aren't you a twitchy little thing?" Asked an oddly refined voice in her head.


"What's that supposed to mean?" She thought, and though she wasn't confident enough to say it out loud, she still got an answer.



"You're all wound up like an angry little yapping dog behind a gate... It's adorable, not to mention perfect for my needs."



As Angelica tried to figure out where the voice was coming from, all proper and prim and clipped, definitely not belonging in her own head, she realized she was being moved.


Manipulated like a doll, twisted in the grips of the tentacles and for just a moment giving her a chance to see the tens of slender, kelp-green tentacles that had squirmed from the statues insides.


Despite the side of the statue, Angelica was almost certain however that they couldn't all have fit inside. The giant yellow eye that had grown like a tumour on the surface added to the thought that this couldn't be real...



Even as she tried to trash, she finally broke the spell and yelled "Get off me!"


To her surprise though, it came out a lot more like a terrified gasp... Something uttered in the dark when a strong hand grasps your ankle and begins to pull you back into the water you barely pulled yourself out of.



The tentacles proceeded to slither under her clothes, pulling her tucked shirt out as a mass of them worked their way under her waistband and up along her torso.


The poor girl couldn't have fought back... Every thrash of resistance was simply absorbed into the movement of the tentacles, leaving her still suspended, though a little more tired...




Beneath her black work pants, Angelica felt as wet, wriggling masses squirmed against her crotch and ass, though the sensation felt just as violating as everything else when more of the tentacles had slipped around her body, caressing her bare skin, muscled stomach and freshly shaven armpits as though each tentacle were particularly intrigued about one patch of skin.



"Huuushhh.... You'll need to learn your manners once I'm done reducating you... Perhaps I'll leave that to one of your superiors though..." The smooth voice told her.



Angelica's panties were lifted and torn in small bursts of motion as the strain of everything trying to wriggle in between her skin and the fabric simply snapped the elastic waist and frayed the material.



The young guard gasped and tried to squeeze her legs together when she felt shifting, wormlike appendages touching and stroking at her pussy. Her mind was a brittle, icy case of anger and frustration over a roiling sea of shame and fright, laced with oily traces of arousal that she didn't want to feel.



She couldn't stop the tentacles though, and soon, they began to work their way inside of her, some spreading her lips apart and applying suction cups directly to her flesh, one even pressed to her clitoris and beginning to pulsate and throb, driving shivers of unwanted need for more through her body.


More of the slim, slimy things began to work their way inside of her, not one or two but half a dozen fighting to slip inside her warm hole, exploding into her and letting her feel as each one probed, pressed and explored her.



Angelica's ass got much the same treatment, cheeks spread and pressure applied to her tight ass, though here the tendrils seemed thicker and took their time, one starting the process by working the tip of it's feeler like a drill, pressing inside and frantically working to drag more of itself inside, stretching Angie's unused hole to a new limit.


Once the limit was reached however, another would press in alongside the first and start the process again, and Angelica's swimming mind was reminded of footage of eels or some kind of sea slug burrowing into a whale's carcass at the bottom of the ocean...



By the time they were done, the young guard had lost count of how many things had stuffed themselves into her most private places, but it had to be at least a dozen, and they never stopped. Always shifting inside of her, making her feel like a bag of candy with hands of different people inside her, searching for goodies still hiding in the deepest corner...



She couldn't... She... Didn't want that. She was Angelica! This kind of thing doesn't happen to Angelica does it? 


So... Maybe she wasn't Angelica? Maybe Angelica was gone and had left when she... Had let this happen?



"Exaaactly child... Precisely. You're Nobody. Nobody doesn't have a reason to fight back does she?" The kind, caring voice asked. It sounded nice... Like a father or a doctor... Reassuringly mature.



"Nn... No Sir..." She answered, using the title because it felt right, and the admission left the guard feeling free and released... Like a cage or a casing around who she was had just been melted away or shattered to slivers and shards.




"Goood... Now let me clear you up..." The voice finished.


By now, the empty vessel that had been Angelica was having her breasts molested too, and a tentacle pulled down her bottom lip whilst another hooked her cheek and pulled it to the side, as the last one inched into her mouth. It was only polite that she met it with her own tongue of course...




Suspended in the air then, the final part of the procedure began, a tentacle pressed to both of the ears of the once feisty security guard and pressed slowly into her head, filling her ears with squelching, wet sounds that told her she was being held perfectly...


Somehow, those tentacles had worked their way into the newly made girl's brain case and began to lick their way over the intricate, delicate grooves of her grey-matter.


As they did, they licked up something that tasted sweet and sharp to the entity, like liquid glass and shards of wafer thin ice that it scooped from the thoroughly fucked guard, more and more of it oozing off her brain and feeding the creature as tentacles now pulsed into Not-Angelica's inside again and again, rhythmic and in sync now, each deep, violent violation forcing out more of the fragile, broken persona she had entered with...



When the creature was finally done, Not-Angelica was set down on the ground before the statue.


She drank something sticky and salty that was being pumped into her throat from a thicker tentacle, now forced into her willing mouth as the others were extracted from her body with a dragging, unwilling pace. The girl would learn from the salty mixture that her new name was Alsianisailisa... Or something to that effect. The name she thought of didn't seem to want a real form, and when pressed moulded itself into this.



Alsianisailia found herself yearning when the last of the tendrils left her aching, heaving little ass hole and gaping, pulsating cunt.



Though the voice stayed... A whisper now but so eager to listen was the girl that it's words were clear as crystal...



"Bring Me More..."


