Vice Bunker 5

Vice Bunker

Chapter 5

-VB-

Kali realized that this was a similar kind of happiness to what she had with Ghira in her first life.

In her first life, she had an equal partner in Ghira. It just sucked that being Ghira’s wife also resulted in her dying to an assassin’s bullet.

In this, her second, life, Kali found Alan, who she could depend on, because she’s seen what he could do with both his “small” body and “large” body. Also, sex was phenomenal because of his innate abilities. Who knew tentacles were great tools for sex? She didn’t.

Sure, her man had a rather stupid ambition for a harem, but he could make multiple bodies of himself, so she wouldn’t be losing any attention.

But she had a question one day.

“How do you intend to seduce them?” she asked Alan after a day’s work of meeting Daniel Hebert and his group of workers, many of whom had started to move into the bunker.

Alan smiled. It was creepy but in an endearing kind of way. Like he was trying his best for her.

“It’s less of a seduction and more of a lure,” he hummed as he closed whatever it was that he’d been tinkering with in his mechanical part of the body. “If I am interested and they are interested even a little bit, then they will naturally find their way to my larger body.”

“... for real?”

“Yes. I believe Taylor should be on her way right now.”

Kali sighed. “Well, the girl does need someone to lean on. Just don’t break her, please? She deserves more than to be a broken sex toy.”

“I never intended to ‘break’ her.”

“Good. Now, give me some lovin’, honey.”

-VB-

Taylor wasn't sure why she was roaming the halls of the bunker. Maybe she was feeling adventurous?

Whatever the case was, she felt compelled to search the deepest part of the bunker.

She also hadn't seen Manus since this morning.

Maybe that's why she was out and about? She felt safer than she did before with him out of the bunker, even though this was his bunker. Felt safe enough to explore it.

It was also very odd. There were no bugs down here.

It … felt odd to be without bugs. She'd tried to smuggle some in, but some kind of pest control system caught them before they could even make it past the first underground floor. The ventilation system was a trap hell for bugs.

She found herself walking down a staircase.

And down. And down. And down.

Just when she was about to give up, she found herself at the bottom, and a single light showed a door not too far away from her.

Looking left and right to see if there were any cameras, she made her way over to the door and hesitantly grabbed the door handle.

She paused.

Should she even be down here?

She was about to leave, but curiosity got the better of her.

She turned the handle and opened the door.

And saw nothing on the other side of the door.

Blinking, she peered down.

Nothing.

She frowned. Actually, there was something down there.

She looked closer, but the darkness didn't make it easy for her to see what she was seeing.

Ts-.

Her eyes widened when her old sneakers slipped on the wet concrete floor, and she tumbled forward.

She screamed as she fell -.

And then landed on something soft. And wet.

Groaning at the thought of maybe landing on the bunker’s septic tank, she pushed herself up. However, she quickly realized that the septic tank does not move. Or not smell at all.

“KYAAH!!” she screamed in surprise when the “ground” underneath her hands pulled out under her and made her spin. She landed on her shoulder and then flopped to her back. She scrambled up, only to lose her footing as everything around her shifted again.

“... Taylor?”

She froze when she heard someone call her out. And it was a very familiar voice.

“M-Manus?” she asked, her voice trembling. “W-Where are you? What is this?”

“I’m sorry. You aren’t supposed to be here.”

He sounded closer now.

“What is this?!” she demanded as - as -. Her eyes widened as she found the few bugs that had been on the edge of her control suddenly disconnect. No, her power had just shut down.

“It’s me, Taylor.”

She felt a long, thick, and slimy limb wrap around her waist.

Soon, a dim red light lit up the area… and Taylor nearly screamed out when she saw what she’d been standing on. And realized that what had wrapped around her waist was not an arm but a tentacle!

She gulped as she saw more tentacles around her, and they slithered and ran around each other…

“So what are you doing here, Taylor?”

It was definitely Manus.

“M-Manu-”

“Call me Alan. The name’s going to get out among all of the residents of the bunker anyway. It’s only fair you get to know it first.”

She relaxed a little.

“R-right. Alan. Sounds… normal.”

“I’d like to think that I’m as normal as I could be.”

She giggled. “You think you’re normal?”

“Ah ah ah. Normal as I could be! That’s a difference, isn’t it?”

She hummed as she set her hands down to keep herself up.

And keep herself from shivering too much from how the tentacle directly under her was brushing up against somewhere private, but pointing that out was too embarrassing.

A hitch in her breath, though, ruined it all when she felt several nubs on the tentacle below her brush past her.

“... are you alright?”

Did he not feel that?

“O-Of cour-”

And then she nearly did it again when it happened again.

“I-I have to go-” she tried to stand up, but the thick tentacle holding her was firm. She hesitantly looked up and saw Alan. He had a … lecherous grin on his face.

“Say Taylor… No one knows you’re here right now, do they?” he asked quietly, and she hesitantly nodded. “Would you be interested in some … harmless fun? If you know what I mean?”

“O-Oh,” she mumbled as she shivered when he felt those nubs again, even though his tentacle only ever ran in one direction under her. H-How long was that? “Y-You… you would do it with an ugly girl like me?”

“You’re not ugly, Talyor,” he crooned, and soon, she found herself supported on all sides by more tentacles that had slimy mucus to them. But she didn’t find it disgusting or weird. Just … she felt warm, even a little hot, and good. He leaned down, and caught her lips in a gentle kiss.

She whimpered a little as he took her first kiss, and then felt more tentacles slither around her legs before gently prying her open. Even more rose up around her back, keeping her pinned to them and some of them slithered around her torso and under her shirt.

She nearly cried out when suckers came down on her nipples and began to pull.

He broke the kiss and began planting kisses on her cheeks and then her neck.

She moaned as he began taking her clothes off because even the small grinding of clothes on her skin suddenly felt good.

And then before she realized it, she had her arms, waist, and legs all wrapped up in his tentacles, her legs spread open, more tentacles brushing against her budding tits, sucking on her tits, and a thick tentacle rubbing against her entrance.

Before she could say anything, he pushed himself into her and spread her vagina apart.

And the moment he filled her up completely, she came. She tried to make herself not look like an idiot but it was too much, and she knew her crossed eyes, biting lips, and drool must make her look like a dork.

His “dick” tentacle started pumping as if it didn’t matter.

Taylor moaned as he took her virginity, and made her scream as she came to his “dick.”

Every time he moved, she felt the bumps on his “dick” with her vagina. She wanted to curl up at how good it felt inside of her, but her limbs were all tied and pinned to the rest of his big body.

She came again, and couldn’t stop the whimpers from coming out of her lips. He mercilessly pumped her vagina, and a tentacle pushed in between her lips and gagged her as he started getting rough with her. She screamed into that tentacle as he had his dirty ways with her, and left her completely vulnerable as he used her.

And then…

She shuddered and trembled as she came again, but this time, she felt a thick and creamy fluid shoot up into her.

S-She knew what that was.

Slowly, his tentacles pulled back from her body, leaving her panting lightly in a seat made with his flesh.

She managed to muster up the strength to look down, and saw her vagina leaking white semen.

As exhaustion took over her eyelids and they began to close, she felt his lips on hers once more as he whispered to her good night…

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Taylor shot out of her bed, gasping.

She … she…

She winced as she felt her body complain with aches and something wet between her legs attracted her attention. Hesitantly, she slid a hand under the cover of her new bed in the bunker room and touched it.

When she pulled her hand back out, she beheld a white, oddly sweet smelling cream.

She bit her lips.

S-She really did it with Alan.

… Oh god, how was she going to look at him today!?