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Michaela, aus Essen, NRW
geb. Oktober 1967
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tw: NSFW, worm infestation, brain parasites, mind control, masturbation, dubcon
The night was far more hot and humid than sheâd expected it would be when she proposed camping that weekend. Riley lay on top of her sleeping bag â it was miserably hot inside of it â sweating like a pig, stubbornly closing her eyes and trying to sleep. Beside her, she could hear her girlfriend Nadia breathing softly. Nadia was always quick to fall asleep and difficult to wake up, and Riley envied that a bit tonight.
There was a persistent itch on her ankle that pulled her out of her half-sleep, too annoying to ignore. Probably a mosquito â but when she went to slap it, her fingers squelched against something much larger than a mosquito, something fuzzy.
Riley yelped, wide awake now, sitting up and looking at her hand. There was a glowing blue smear on her fingers, matching the same one on her ankle. âWhat the hell?â she muttered. There was another tickle on her neck, and she slapped at it without thinking, coming away with more of the strange blue substance on her hand. The places where the blue goop was touching her were tingling faintly, and Riley hoped to hell that whatever bug this was wasnât poisonous.
When she felt a tickle on her wrist, this time she had enough presence of mind to not immediately slap it, instead lifting it up to look. There was a glowing blue worm about the size of a pencil curled around her wrist, a bit fuzzy, like a caterpillar. She had never seen anything like it. Shuddering, she pulled it off and tossed it away, only to realize that there were more of them. Glowing blue worms were nestled in the folds of her sleeping bag, one was climbing up her shirt, and she felt one nestling into her hair that she hastily pulled out and tossed.
âNadia! Nadia, wake up!â said Riley, turning to her sleeping girlfriend.
Nadia was laying there with her eyes closed and an expression of ecstasy on her face. Her shorts were pulled down around her knees, and she was touching herself slowly, dreamily, as if she were only half-aware. And the glowing blue worms were all over Nadia, wriggling in her clothes, wrapped around her arms and legs, writhing in her hair. As Riley was struggling to comprehend what she was seeing, she saw that there was a long, glowing worm wriggling around in her bush.
âWake up, Nadia!â Riley shook her, and received no response. Nadia kept her eyes closed and continued to play with herself as though she couldnât even hear Riley. Riley started trying to brush the worms off her, to pull them out of her hair, when she noticed one sticking partially out of Nadiaâs ear. She grabbed at it, but it slipped through her fingers and slipped all the way inside. âOh god. Oh god, what the fuck? Nadia, you need to wake up!â
Riley felt something land on her head, and looked up, only to see that the tentâs ceiling had a tangled mass of the worms crawling around right above her. She didnât react quickly enough, and they fell right onto her head, onto her face. She screamed and spluttered and tried to pull them off, that strange numb sensation everywhere now. And she felt several fuzzy, lithe worms curling into her ears. Panicking, she smashed one, but couldnât stop the others from sliding inside, further than her fingers would reach. She could feel them in there, wriggling around, and it felt almost like they were crawling into her brain, burrowing into the folds and wrapping around her spine.
It was impossible. This entire situation was impossible. And while Riley was experiencing this horror, her girlfriend was playing with herself and moaning softly as if none of this was happening.
Maybe she was going crazy, and this was all some hallucination. Whatever this was, she definitely needed help. She went for the bag where her phone was, but her movements felt clumsy and uncoordinated. Whatever substance was in the worms was affecting her muscles, making her weak and dizzy, her head spinning as she fumbled with the clasp on her bag.
She willed herself to get the bag open. She could do this. She had to call someone, get helpâŚ
The thought of getting help filled her with an intense sense of fear and dread, as if she were considering putting her hand into a garbage disposal.
It didnât make sense. She knew that. Something was happening to her, and she was starting to feel even more woozy, her vision blurring. She just needed to sit down for a minute and clear her headâŚ
And that thought filled her with pleasure.
No, this was all wrong. Riley could tell that the feelings were foreign. The worm was in her mind, manipulating her.
That thought made her gasp with even more intense pleasure, the sudden arousal forcing a moan from her lips. Oh fuck, the worm was making her horny.
She pushed back on the sensation with everything she had, trying to focus long enough to open the goddamn clasp on her bag. Every second she spent trying to get her bag open, to reach her phone, she was feeling worse and worse, the dread becoming unbearable. The worms were all over her, now, wrapping around all of her exposed skin.
She couldnât open her bag, it was impossible (approval). No, she couldnât stop, she was running out of time to call for help (dread). It wasnât just her at stake, but Nadia. She had to push through this feeling and resist the worms (dread) if she wanted them both to make it out of this (acute, debilitating dread). But the clasp was stuck, and she was so tired (pleasure). She couldnât do it (approval). She should just lay down for a minute, and then sheâd feel better (arousal). God, she was fucking horny (pleasure pleasure pleasure).
The tent seemed to spin around her, and everywhere she looked, there were more glowing worms. They were covering her, and she was too drowsy to brush them off, and that felt so damned good. She looked over at Nadia, who still had her eyes closed but was now bucking and moaning.
That was so wrong (dread). Riley had to stop her (dread).
But it was also incredibly hot (pleasure) and Riley was much too horny to think straight (pleasure). It would feel amazing to just spread her legs and touch herself (strong approval).
She was so, so tired, as though all of her energy was being drained (arousal). She really needed to close her eyes (approval) and it felt so good to just keep them closed (pleasure) and go to sleep (blissful pleasure).
As Rileyâs awareness dimmed, and her arousal built, she pulled down her shorts and panties â her fly so much easier to undo than her bag clasp, for some reason â and plunged her hand into her wet folds, caressing herself in slow circles. It felt so good. She didnât need to think about anything else.
She could feel the worms in her brain, and an understanding washed over her. The worms needed a docile, pacified human mind to breed and lay their eggs (intense arousal). All she needed to do was sleep, and listen, and follow their instructions, and she would be rewarded. The worms approved of her thoughts and her obedience, and her mind was being flooded with need and desire.
Riley thought of the worms incubating inside of her, of hiding her condition and spreading them to others, and the idea met with such vehement approval from the worms that she felt like she might come, moaning and writhing. She somehow understood that she wouldnât be allowed to come like this. The worms needed to keep her mind sleepy and horny so that she wouldnât resist.
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