The concept of "just the tip" shouldn't be as arousing as it is, but that doesn't stop me enjoying it.
Messily making out with your partner, grinding against them and letting them feel you up, groping your ass and thighs and rubbing their fingers against you to make you squirm and writhe under them, so needy for them even though you know it's not safe, you know it's a bad idea. Them mouthing at your neck, sucking bruises into your jaw while they tug both your clothes down out the way, rutting against you, sliding themselves against your cunt and enjoying how your slick smears over their shaft, how you gasp and cling when they nudge and grind against your throbbing clit. You trying to close your legs, telling them they can't do more, you can do this another time, that they can't fuck you right now, please, but they spread your thighs apart, pinning you against the wall and press against you, the tip nudging your dripping hole. "Just the tip," they promise, as they nudge inside you, fucking you shallow and slow, smearing their precum around your entance and into your soft walls while you arch and whine at the feeling. "Just the tip," they promise, as they palm at your thighs, a hand coming up to thumb at your clit, touching just how you like to make your breath hitch and your hips jerk, pushing them deeper inside of you, even as you try (and fail) to resist. "Just the tip," they promise, as they grind and rut against your dripping cunt, fucking their precum into you with the head of their cock, getting even more messier and thoughtless with it, but they don't press inside you until they make you cum on their dick, don't let themselves cum until you're soft and open and sloppy for them to release into you, promising you it's just the tip, it's fine, you can trust them, while cum leaks around their cock where it doesn't fit inside your open, greedy pussy. "Just the tip," they promise, and make sure to smear their cum over your folds and clit while it drips from your loose hole, make sure push back inside by the swollen tip of their softening cock. Just the tip, even when they make sure they've filled you up and bred you all the same.
The pay for this mission alone would set her up for life. Twirling her blades, she started into the depths below the keep, eyes peeled for any sign of danger. Her contractor for the mission hadnât hinted at any potential trouble, just a need for secrecy, and that is why she was paid the big money. Her smirk died on the second floor, as the first signs were about that things werenât as empty as they appeared. Her apprehension grew on the fourth, as those signs became more and more obvious. By the time she reached the stairway to the sixth, her nerve was failing, and she turned back, only to come face to chest with a slab of purple muscle, and tentacles.
Hours later, her mind was mush, barely able to piece together more than three thoughts in a row, though she wanted to blame that on the thick cock pounding her, rather than the tentacles buried in herâŚwhat was she thinking about?
Weeks later, all that remains of the greatest thief the world had ever seen, was a quivering, bloated mess, whoâs eyes were glazed, and not a thought was left in her head. All she could do was open her jaw wide, and wordlessly beg for more.
"there we go, that's my girl." when she finally stops struggling and accepts I'm not going to stop. Her needy cunt squeezing down on my cock, going dumb from her first forced orgasm of the night.
iâve had to work late for the past few nights and that means iâve gotten less time with you.
like the last night and the night before that, i get home late again. all the lights are out as i pull my truck into the driveway.
i let out a long sigh as i open the driver door. dragging myself up the driveway, i unlock the door and open it as quietly as i can.
âfucking hell,â i mumble to myself as the screen door squeaks. iâve been meaning to oil the hinges so it wonât make any noise, but i havenât had time. maybe tomorrow.
my eyes are somewhat adjusted to the pitch dark house as i drop my keys on the table by the door. i walk down the hallway and into our bedroom.
kicking my shoes off by the doorway, i smile tiredly at your sleeping figure splayed out in bed. the covers are barely on your body, only covering up to your ass.
âthank god you donât like wearing clothes when you sleep,â i mumble as i strip my shirt and work pants off.
leaving my boxers on, i slip into bed beside you. the bed creaks just a bit but itâs not enough to wake you up. i lean over and press a gentle kiss to the back of your head, inhaling the fresh scent of your shampoo.
you look so peaceful, your bare back and your smooth ass on perfect display. my hand gently traces down your spine and lands just below the curve of your ass.
i grab you, kneading the smooth flesh there. you barely stir from this, only stretching out more for me. almost instinctively.
i had no intentions of doing anything tonight. iâm so damn tired and youâre already fast asleep, but the way youâre spread out for me is an invitation i canât pass up.
scooting close to you, i throw my right leg over your left, spreading you out just a little more. my hand trails down further, my fingers barely touching your puckered hole before they rest on your cunt.
âoh bunny,â i breathe out, a small smile on my lips. âwere you waiting for me?â
youâre dripping wet, indicating that you fell asleep playing with yourself, too tired to finish and too tired to wait for me to help you.
âthatâs okay. iâm here now,â i whisper against your skin, my lips tracing against your upper back.
i let a strangled breath out as i slip my boxers off. tossing them carelessly onto the floor, i crawl over you.
âoh fuck,â i moan out. i rub my cock between your ass before i sit back, positioning myself at the entrance of your cunt.
iâm already panting despite not even having entered you yet. i lick my lips and stroke myself a few times before i slowly push into your went cunt.
itâs tight, but the way your sleeping figure is swallowing my cock sends my thoughts spinning. i have to close my eyes despite the darkness.
i keep pushing until i feel my hips pressed against your ass. i stay still for a moment, letting myself take a few deep breaths before i start to slowly thrust.
itâs been days since weâve fucked but it feels like months. âfuck iâve missed this, bunny,â i mumble.
i start slow, my grasp on your hips gentle as the soft sounds of my hips hitting your ass fill our bedroom.
after a few more gentle thrusts, i need more. the primal urge to fuck you and fill you is too much.
all at once, my grip on your hips tightens and i start to thrust faster and harder. the sounds of skin on skin becomes louder and more lewd.
a thin layer of sweat forms on my forehead as i use your body for my pleasure.
surprised that youâve stayed asleep this long, i chuckle softly when you start to shift. i feel your cunt squeezing my cock, signaling that youâre starting to become aware of the situation.
âshhh. youâre okay, bunny,â i whisper as i keep ramming into you.
you donât bother trying to look back at me as i thrust into your tight hole. burying your face into your pillow, i smile as moans and whimpers spill from your lips.
âneed you so bad, baby. iâve missed you so much,â i pant out.
the tension in my lower belly builds quickly. any other day and iâd be embarrassed that iâm on the verge of cumming. since iâve not fucked you in days, i feel less embarrassment.
âfuck fuck fuck,â i chant out, my grip on your waist tightening as i get closer to the edge.
âiâm gonna fill you up. gonna take my load like a good bunny, right?â i grunt out.
you just give me a dazed, half-awake nod as you clutch onto your pillow.
the sight is everything iâve wanted to see these past few days and despite the exhaustion i feel, all thatâs on my mind is filling you. breeding you.
âoh fu-uck,â i moan out. in an instant, my body stiffens, my hips flush against you as i feel my orgasm ripple through me. âshit, bunny. take my cum. fuck.â
a shiver rolls through me as i dump the last few drops of my load into you. breathing heavily, i let go of your hips. i keep my cock firmly inside you as i lay on my side, pulling you flush against me.
my cock is twitching inside of you still but i keep lazily thrusting inside you, just wanting to feel as much of your tight heat as i can.
âgo back to sleep, bunny. i need to use your little holes a few more times.â
youâre visiting a town with a large fountain in itâs center. you think itâs beautiful, but no one seems to go by it, or spend more than a moment nearby. from a distance it doesnât appear to have anything wrong with it, the water isnât discolored and the stone looks sturdy enough. maybe if you got a closer look youâd be able to see why itâs shunned.
âŚno, it still looks to be a normal fountain. if anything, itâs better up close, since there arenât any coins or trash blocking the bottom. in fact, there isnât anything at the bottom, save for what looks to be faint pattern engraved in the dark stone. you lean in closer to get a better view, but without warning, something erupts from the water and forces its way into your mouth.
it starts pumping something thick and syrupy down your throat, making your body feel warm and relaxed. any alarm bells going off in your head are quickly dulled by the aphrodisiac, and soon, you find yourself sucking around the thing using your mouth. it isnât until you see more rising out of the water that youâre able to recognize them as tentacles.
all you can do is moan around the one using your mouth as the others begin running under your clothes and coating your body in the same thick liquid filling your stomach. the way they snake over you makes you wonder if theyâre looking for something or just aimlessly wandering over your skin. your question is eventually answered when one of them locates your now drenched cunt and dives into your folds, swiftly followed by two more. another locates your asshole, and due to the aphrodisiac coating it, itâs able to easily slip inside and be joined by another.
the tendrils filling your holes begin thrusting into you, all six at once. every thrust brings with it a gush of liquid, to the point that your torso starts to bulge from the volume. at the same time, the other tendrils continue playing with your body, some rubbing your growing midsection, some wrapping around your limbs and occasionally squeezing, and a pair of tentacles with suckers on the end are teasing your nipples. there must be something in the aphrodisiac covering you that prevents you from passing out from the pleasure of it all.
after being filled with what must be a gallon of aphrodisiac, you feel a large bulge pressing at the entrance to your cunt. as soon as itâs pushed inside your walls, a similar bulge presses against your ass, and another presses at your lips. soon enough, all six tendrils are pumping these bulges into you, distending you even further. it isnât until you can see the bumps beneath your skin that you realize what they are- eggs. dozens of eggs are being pumped into your womb, up your ass, down your throat. all you can do is moan and shake as your torso grows heavier with every thrust.
over time, the tendrils begin to slow their movement. you donât mind, they must have pumped hundreds of eggs in you by now. the tendrils wrapped around your limbs are the first to retreat, leaving one last trail of aphrodisiac in their path. the ones rubbing your now massive torso follow, the pair focused on your nipples detach, and finally, the tentacles in your holes are removed, one by one. the one from your throat is the last to go, shooting one last gush of aphrodisiac on your face before retreating into the water. youâre left alone, dripping with thick liquid, and completely filled with eggs.
you still donât get why people donât go by the fountain.
I keep imagining working on a space station, and not doing a proper inspection of my suit before I go out to do some repairs, and so I dont notice the little alien slime creature that's hidden inside of the suit. Everything's normal at first, until I feel something sliding up my leg, and its certainly jarring, but i dismiss it as nothing more than my imagination. When it moves between my legs though, I cant ignore it. I feel it squeezing its way inside of me, rubbing against my clit and making it impossible to think clearly as I make my way back into the station in a panic. I get the suit and my uniform off as quickly as possible, and find the little slime gently fucking my pussy, growing steadily bigger as if goes, and i can see a cluster of hard jelly like eggs floating inside it. I try to grab it and pull it out of me, but little clumps of it just stick to my hand and begin to grow and slide up my arm. No matter how I struggle, i can get it to stop.
It makes it to my neck and up my jaw, clumping together into a long cock before forcing its way into my mouth and throat. It fucks my throat, making me choke when i try to scream and suddenly gushing a cold fluid deep in my throat, forcing me to swallow. As soon as I do, I feel my clit start throbbing. I was already wet from the slime fucking me, but now the wetness is dripping down my thighs and I fall forward onto my hands and knees, laying with my ass in the air and my legs spread, eagerly sucking more aphrodisiac from the slim cock as I moan and silently beg for it to fuck me harder.
I'm filled with more aphrodisiac, making it almost too easy for me to cum at the slightest touch, and the slime begins to fuck me deeper, some of it even slipping into my ass to help me cum and keep me nice and pliant. The eggs are far more solid than the slime, and I feel myself stretch to fit them. They struggle at my cervix, but the slime forces them through one by one, dozens of the little eggs filling my womb and squirming inside me. When it's done filling me with it's eggs I expect to feel a burst of cum filling me next, but instead I feel the slime, every inch of it, burrowing deep into my pussy and womb, leaving me stumble naked back to my room to collapse.
When i wake up a few hours later, the baby slimes have made their way out of my pussy and the firat one is back to filling me with fresh eggs, and from the loud moans I hear echoing around the ship, I assume the new slimes are showing my crew mates the same pleasure.
You've been talking to a guy for a while, who you seem to really be clicking with, and you plan to hang out tonight to see if you get along in person as well. He lives a bit far, but he offered to give you a ride, which you gladly took him up on. When he arrives, it's a little awkward at first, but you quickly ease into each other and open up on the drive. You find yourself staring over at him while he's focused on the road, his hand on the stick, so close to your leg. He brings it down to rest on your thigh, almost like he read your mind, as you continue talking. The rest of the night is filled with similar moments of sexual tension, which isn't surprising, since the chemistry was there even before you met.
Everything is going well, and as it gets later, he asks if you want to stay over at his place since it's just a few minutes away. You're still a bit hesitant about sleeping with him, but it'll take another hour to get back home, so you decide to at least check it out before giving him an answer. It's surprisingly well decorated when you step inside, a little messy, but neat. It's got a cozy vibe to it, and to your relief, you aren't really getting any red flags at first glance. After talking for a while longer and feeling your eyes start to get heavy, you decide to stay, and he offers to let you use his bed while he takes the couch.
As you're both getting ready to lay down, you realize what a meticulous routine he has, and how well prepared he was for you, making you wonder if he's done this before. He gives you a small travel sized toothbrush to use, then shares his full face routine, with toner, serums, and moisturizer. After that, he puts a few vitamins in your hand to take, which you think is kind of weird, but he explains what each one is for before taking them himself. You figure after everything else, that maybe he's just really conscious about taking care of his body, so you swallow the vitamins without too much thought, and say your goodnights before going to sleep.
Not long after, you're in a deep slumber. The man slowly opens the door to the bedroom and peeks inside. You took the exact same things as he did before bed, but he also slipped something else into the mix to help you stay asleep. He walks over to the bed and puts his hands on your body, running them across your skin and lightly groping your tits through your shirt to test if youâre really asleep. You let out a little moan and shift your body so you're laying on your back, causing him to hold still and wait until your breathing turns back into quiet snores. Once it's safe, his fingers continue to graze around your nipples, more gently now than before so you don't wake up again. He feels the fabric draped over them begin to raise the longer he touches, as they get harder, then he lightly pinches and plays with them a bit before moving his gaze lower.
The covers are slowly pulled down to your knees, the thin oversized t-shirt he gave you pulled up slightly to reveal your panties. He runs a hand up the inside of your thighs, feeling your heat as he's pressed between them, before attempting to spread them apart and waiting for your reaction. Nothing. He moves your leg a bit more, as slowly as possible, trying to bring one knee up to give him an opening, until you shift again and let out another sound. Itâs like youâre trying to say something in your unconscious state, but it just comes out as nonsense under your breath, your lips smacking together before you drift back into your dreams. The man just stares and admires your body while he touches himself, waiting again for a moment, stroking the stiff bulge through his sweats as he thinks of what he wants to try next.
Now that your legs are apart, he leans back in and pulls your panties to the side with one hand, while he presses two of his fingers against your pussy with the other, slowly rubbing up and down. Every few passes he stops towards the top and gently rubs in circles around your clit, causing you to softly moan before he slides his fingers back down again to be safe. Your body is getting more and more turned on as itâs being used, your mind completely oblivious to whatâs happening. He nearly gets lost in the motion, repeating this over and over, as he imagines the things you could be dreaming about. His fingers spread you open, one moving to tease the entrance until itâs slick from how wet youâve become, the other doing the same before both slip along the sides of your cunt, between your lips, spreading the wetness all over.
As the man runs his fingers back down, they hook into you, and you let out a sleepy moan from being stretched around his knuckles. He rocks his hand back and forth, rubbing inside you between breaks, waiting for you to make a sound, then continuing once your breathing confirms you're still asleep. The pads of his fingertips press firmly against your g-spot, and your hips subconsciously begin grinding into them, making him freeze up and watch as your slutty body pleases itself. He brings his head down to your crotch as you move, fingers still inside you, and slowly licks across your clit to see what you taste like. His lips purse around it and gently suck, while his deep moans ripple through your core.
The smell and taste of your pussy is intoxicating for the man. Finding himself getting carried away, he pulls back before you cum, just in case it causes you to wake up. Your breath has quickened, and even with his fingers out, your hips keep occasionally rocking forward like they're craving more. He can't tell if you're half awake or still asleep anymore, maybe you're dreaming of being fucked right now, being filled up and pumped into over and over. The thought makes his cock twitch and throb with excitement, but he decides to wait a few minutes for you to calm down before going any further.
At the head of the bed, under each side of the mattress, the man pulls up straps with cuffs at the end. They're attached to the back of the headboard, and just long enough to where your arms would have to be spread out first to reach them. He starts with your left one, which is down at your side, and carefully swings the limp weight upwards. You react as he's tightening the cuff around your wrist, a quiet noise escapes from your lips in between breaths, your body shifts and your leg straightens out again. The other arm is already above your head, but your hand is under the pillow. He slowly lifts it up, trying not to move your head too much in the process, and slides your hand out to bring it up towards the other cuff.
Now that you're restrained, the man moves to the foot of the bed, yanking off the covers before leaning over and grabbing the sides of your panties. He starts to pull them down over your hips, reaching under your ass and slightly lifting you up so they can slip down to your thighs. Still trying not to wake you, but less cautious than before, he makes quick, rough movements in between your stirs. The panties slide past your knees, over your calves, and off your feet easily, before he grabs your legs and forces them apart. You sleepily whisper something under your breath, and your body tries to move again, but you're held in place by the man, unable to adjust or change position.
His cock aches to be inside you, it pulses and jumps as the blood pumps into it, unable to get any harder. He brings his hips closer to yours, running the length of his shaft along your cunt, which is still wet from earlier, and pushes just the head inside. Another moan slips out, and he studies your face as he slowly pushes all the way in, filling you up. Your brow furrows, your lip quivers and your hips begin moving on their own once more. He pulls back out so just the tip is inside again, then in one slow movement pushes back into you until he bottoms out. Your breath gets heavier, and you let out a deep groan of satisfaction before you realize what's happening.
Your eyes squint open and you see the man on top of you come into focus, the feelings of pleasure and comfort instantly being diluted by fear and shock. You try to roll out from under him, but feel the soft cuffs tugging at your wrists locking you in place. Your next gut reaction is to kick your legs and try to push him away, but he easily pins them down under his knees. You try to scream out, but your sounds are quickly muffled as he shoves your panties into your mouth and keeps fucking you. They're soaked with your juices from earlier, and you can taste yourself as youâre begging for him to stop. The more you try to talk, the thicker your saliva gets as it coats your mouth.
The man starts to pound into you faster now, telling you how much your body wanted it and how wet you got earlier while he was fingering you. Your mind is reeling with conflicting thoughts because it feels so good, but you're being used against your will and feel so violated at the same time. You feel his cock churning inside you as you writhe under his weight trying to get away, even though you know it's hopeless. Tears start to fill your eyes and run down your cheeks, dripping down your neck and onto the pillow. You start to zone out and try to think about something else, but all you can focus on is how thick his cock is as it stretches you out and keeps hitting the same spot deep inside you over and over.
He yanks up the shirt you're wearing and starts to grope your tits while he's fucking you. Pinching your nipples and tugging at them while they bounce up and down with each thrust. You try not to moan in between your whimpering cries but it's hard to hold back with everything you're feeling. You've fantasized about something like this happening to you so many times when you were playing with yourself alone. Some part of you secretly loves it, that you're being taken and used as a toy, but you don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. In your head you're still going back and forth on how you should feel, you guys have talked about harder kinks before, but you didn't think he'd act on them tonight.
Noticing you're getting lost in your thoughts, he slows his pace down to long, single thrusts. Each time he pushes into you, he holds his cock there, while he rubs around your clit with his thumb, then repeats the motion. The back and forth rhythm is bringing you to the edge, you're still trying not to moan, but occasionally one slips out when he goes too deep. After a few minutes, you start to get frustrated from how slow he's going, a thought building in your head that you're trying to suppress. More. You want him to go faster the closer you get, but you refuse to move your hips. Your breathing gets more intense, you squirm back and try to pull away but there's no avoiding it.
Then, nothing. He stays still, your dripping cunt squeezing around him, holding his shaft inside of you. There's a long silence, the only sounds coming from his breath and yours. You scowl as he stares at you with a subtle smirk, teasing you and waiting to see if you'll move your hips. You were about to cum, but now you're back in your head again, weighing the idea of just giving in. You feel him throb over and over while you lie there, making you want to grind against him. You want to be his little fuckdoll for the night and let him use your holes and get off while he has you pinned down. No you donât. He forced himself onto you, you didn't want any of thisâŚbut you thought about it earlier in the night. Maybe you even hoped this was going to happen when you decided to stay over.
Your hips start to rock back and forth slowly, spitefully. You keep eye contact as you grind against him, the scowl still on your face. He has a look of satisfaction in his eyes now, and releases your legs from under his knees before moving his hips in tandem with yours. Hands run across the inside of your thighs, slightly bruised from his weight, then he leans close to your ear to whisper something to you. Good girl. Those words are infuriating to hear, but at the same time you get little tingles down your spine, and your body betrays your mind as it suddenly moves faster to please the man in hopes of more praise. Maybe you're just a mindless pet who wants to be used and told what to do after all.
The man takes the panties from your mouth, telling you not to scream or he'll shove them back in. You resist lashing out, biting your tongue and grinding your hips against him more aggressively instead. He asks if this is what you wanted tonight. No. He asks again, this time lightly slapping your clit. NO. A harder slap this time makes you squirm backwards and let out a little whimper. Y-yes, you reluctantly reply. Yes, what? Another slap. Tears well up in your eyes again, before they roll down your cheeks. Part of you is seething, but you try to ignore it and drop into what you want instead. After a few more slaps, something inside you breaks, and you confess everything you thought about tonight. You wanted him to finger you in the car on the way here when he first picked you up. You wanted him to follow you into a bathroom while you were out and force you on your knees so he could use your throat until he came. You wanted to feel him ramming your tight little cunt while he had you bent over his counter before you both went to sleep earlier. You took the pills because you hoped you'd be drugged and used over and over while you slept.
You spill all of your desires and thoughts, revealing what a slut you are to the man. A feeling of regret instantly washes over you, then embarrassment, and shyness. He doesn't reply at first, he just grabs your hips and pulls you tightly against him. His cock plunges into your needy cunt as you desperately grind your ass against him, your unfiltered moans filling the room when he tells you what a good doll you've been for him tonight. His hand wraps around your throat as he rails you, and your head tips back in ecstasy as you finally let go. You tell him to fuck you harder in between breaths, and feel him change his angle until he's hitting the spot that sends a shock through your body and causes you arch your back. You beg him to please let you cum this time, you say it over and over, until he slaps you across the face and sticks his fingers in your mouth to silence you.
You mindlessly lick and suck on them as you're about to cum, after being denied so many times tonight already, youâre craving it so badly. All you can think about is how it's going to feel, your body starting to tense up, then releasing. Your pussy starts squeezing the man's shaft as he keeps going, your legs tightening around his body as you pull him against you. You bite firmly on his fingers as you let out a deep groan and melt into the bed, your lower body still being bounced up and down while he pumps into you. Your wrists tug against the straps and your eyes roll back, your mind going blank until you hear his breath start to quicken and his moans turn long and raspy. He bucks into you as fast as he can, ravaging your cunt until he's right at the edge, then stops. You feel his cock throbbing inside you, before his load shoots out in several bursts, filling you up. He does a few final deep thrusts, making his cum leak out and run down your ass, before pulling out.
The man moves up and straddles your chest now, pressing his swollen cock to your lips for you to take in your mouth and clean off. You obediently open wide and he shoves it to the back of your throat, causing you to gag as he grabs your hair and pulls your head against him. You can taste a mixture of his cum and your creamy cunt, as it coats your tongue, which is swirling around trying to lick as much as it can off his thick shaft. The length of it keeps forcing its way down your throat, making a drooly mess as he pumps in and out, escaping from the corners of your lips and running down your chin. Your eyes start to water again, tears roll down your face while you look up at him, and he tells you how pretty you look as your head bobs back and forth against him.
When he's finished, the man gets off of you and grabs a towel by his nightstand, dabbing your tears and wiping off your mouth and chest while he sits next to you on the edge of the bed. He leans over and brushes the hair out of your eyes, before unfastening the cuffs, then leaves you to finish cleaning up while he grabs some water. Your hand slips back down, feeling his cum inside you covering your fingers as you try to wipe it up. When he comes back, you don't know what to say, so you just say thank you for the water. He sets the glass on the nightstand, and tells you we can talk in the morning, before closing the door to the bedroom behind him, leaving you to process what just happened.
I need a friend that sits me in his lap, just for innocent snuggles. He offers me a joint, I don't wanna take it, but he's just so sweet and convincing. He'll take care of me, he says. I get dizzy. He starts to touch me more.
But it's nothing unusual. I enjoy it, he says. I shouldn't worry my pretty little head about it.
My brain is cloudy? No, it's not. Come on, Sweetie, one more. You're gonna feel even better. You like this. You like how light and silly it makes you feel. Are you hot baby?
Awww, it's fine. Just lose your pants. That's right. Come straddle my lap. Aw, you look so out of it. That's right. Bounce on my cock like a dumb little slut. I wonder how long it takes until we get you addicted to my cock...
This was the perfect summoning spell. It cost very little mana, the words rolled easily off the tongue, and the other preparations could be kept to a minimum as well. No wonder the faculty didn't want anyone to poke around in that sealed-off section of the library when these sort of spells invalidated all the rigorous training regimes they made the apprentices go through. Kella was drawing the last line of the protective circle, the circle itself also kept to a minimum. Being able to summon like this shaved off hours in prep time and literal gold coins worth of protective materials.
The candles seemed to dim a little the moment she finished the incantation, and the air was sucked out of her. She gasped, took a step forward as if trying to rush after her breath, before planting her feet firmly on the ground. She stood barely an inch shy of crossing into the circle. In front of her, light seemed to coalesce into a swirling pattern, the shades of shadow and flame all mingling into a colour pattern that shouldn't be possible to derive from just candle light. The mass of colours pulsed and twisted in the air, slowly lowering itself to the ground, always keeping her attention, always keeping her focus. Kella couldn't remember just what she had tried to summon, or what subjugation spells she had meant to cast right after the summoning, and right now all that mattered was to take in that beautiful, enrapturing ever twisting play of colours, pulsing, swirling, an endless rhythmic flow of spectacular forms and patterns too pretty to ignore. The mass of colour had hit the floor, now a swirling pool, a perfect circle of motion in front of her, sucking in the light, sucking in the air, sucking in her thoughts, her-
She tried to focus. She had almost taken another step into the circle, almost let herself give in to that weird temptation of plunging herself head first into these colours, that weirdly enticing endless movement of patterns and pulses that kept drawing her attention, grabbed it and sucked it in just like it was sucking in the light, sucking in the air, her thoughts, sucking all those thoughts straight out of her mind until the mass took shape into an endless bundle of tentacles, each one of them striped in all the colours that had held her focus, each one of them twisting up into the air, like they were dancing, a confusing, dizzying array of movement. It was tiring to follow them all, tiring and exhausting and draining and-
The first tentacle slithered up her legs. Kella gasped, it shouldn't have managed to leave the circle, not unless-
-she had taken that last step into the circle. She had to get out, she had to get these protective lines back between herself and the summoning before-
The tentacles kept dancing, swirling and twisting among themselves, right in front of her face, rearranging themselves in a way that reminded her of the pulsing, spiralling patterns she had stared at mere seconds ago, a reminder to that warm haze she had felt when the patterns had sucked in the light, sucked in her breath, sucked in all of her thoughts, had left her so empty and blank, that relaxing feeling when all her worries and anxieties simply drifted away, sucked into the patterns. She had been surprised how much easier it felt when thinking wasn't an issue, when thinking wasn't required, when she could simply lean back against the tentacles softly caressing her back and let the tension flow out of her, tentacles coiling around her legs, reaching up her arms.
She hadn't meant to summon tentacles. Had she? Maybe. It was hard to tell. Hard to remember. To focus. The colours were just too much. There were dozens of the things now, all of them moving back and forth, moving in pairs or trios or as coiling patterns. It was so hard to think. The tentacles felt nice, though, so she had probably meant to do that. When they moved across her skin they left a warmth in their wake, almost a heat that was so pleasant and slightly tingly, almost- almost arousing- almost-
Kella tried to take a step back, but found her legs pinned in place by the tentacles. Something had woken her from her almost mindless reverie, but it was so hard to put a finger on it. So hard to focus. The patterns were still dancing in front of her face, the tentacles kept rubbing up her legs, reaching higher. Two of them had slipped under her top. That was it, she realised with a start. Some of the tentacles had started sliding under her clothes. Had started to rip open her top. Another moment of clarity, a sudden rush of adrenaline she tried to use to regain control. There were a couple of spells to get her out of the situation, to cancel the summoning, for a start, to blast the tentacles into bits and pieces-
But it felt so nice to watch them. The spell died on her tongue while the tentacles pulled down her bra. Began rubbing around her tits, squeezing softly, testing her limits. She gasped. She moaned. Yes. She had meant to summon the tentacles. Right? Right. Yes. Tentacles kept wrapping around her tits while others pulled down her pants, all of them leaving an almost intoxicating tingling in their wake, all of them pulsing with colours, with swirling, unfathomable patterns. Yes, she had meant to summon tentacles to caress her tits, to wrap around them, to squeeze them and to keep her attention firmly on these colourful, flashing spiralling patterns. "Yes," she moaned when a tentacle turned out to have a mouth-like suction cup at the end, which had latched on to her nipple, constantly mixing between squeezing, softly caressing and pinching her, quickly followed by a second.
This was going too far. Her resistance came slowly, but ended up gaining momentum in the face of this indecency, in the face of this obvious and brazen assault on her body, so she tried to grip the tentacles holding on to her nipples.
The pleasure forced her to her knees, mouth open in a perpetual moan. The moment she tried to grip the tentacles, they transferred some of that pressure straight into her nipples, sucking harder, squeezing, pulling on them, overwhelming her with a wave of mind-numbing arousal. While she was on her knees, a tentacle slid into her soaked panties, grinding against her pussy, only adding to the growing heat in her body, the heat that kept melting away her thoughts. She could enjoy this for a moment. Of course. Nothing wrong with that. She still had the spell in mind to cut the connection for the summoning, that sort of emergency stop she could always scream out to make it all go away and to-
A tentacle slowly made its way up her back, along her spine, the heat it was leaving in its wake seemingly enough to melt the last of her strength. She went limp, held in place only by the mass of tentacles surrounding her by now, and every few seconds she caught herself squeezing the tentacles sucking on her nipples again, just to feel that overwhelming sensation of having her tits caressed, taken care of, of having her nipples sucked and pinched so thoroughly that her vision blanked out. It felt too good to stop. Squeezing the tentacles again and again, a constant pressure now, a constant flow of exhilarating arousal that left her gasping, moaning, needy.
One of the things was trying to fuck her. Her body tensed, her legs closed as much as she could, even in her current state of blank arousal, of simple, primal heat, even now a part of her brain recognised that it would be a bad idea to let her summoning fuck her brains out, and she knew, with an undoubtable certainty, she knew full well how deep she would drop for this pleasure if she took this any further. Her mouth opened for the spell, the emergency stop, the incantation that would force the creature back to where it had come from, a simple, one-word spell she could simply-
Her tits felt amazing. The thing squeezed them again, sucking harder at the same time, dozens of tiny tongues along the tip of the tentacles constantly caressing her nipples, no clamping down, pinching, pulling. At the same time, the tentacle playing with her pussy had gone back to grinding against her, her body, still only held in place by the creature, moved along with the motion. Her mouth was still open. Wide open. Even when a tentacle crawled up her body, looped around her throat before dancing right in front of her eyes, a thick, white liquid slowly dripping down from its opening at the tip, even then she didn't close her mouth. Even when the thing smeared the liquid across her lips, even when it entered her mouth, slid inside her along her tongue...Â
The liquid was hot. Kella couldn't tell for how long or how much the thing poured down her throat, but it was hot, it left a trail of its heat down her throat, a heat that slowly spread away from her tummy, hotter than the tentacles had left on her skin, hotter than what her needy, aching pussy had made her feel all this time, simply too hot to think about it while she swallowed more of it, and more, until she fell down on all fours.
Her mind changed gears. The moment she was on all fours, her eyes went blank, what was left to her in terms of strength and thought simply leaked out of her pussy. When the tentacle tried to push inside her again, she spread her legs for it. She tried to moan, but the other tentacle was still in her mouth, now sliding in and out, as if fucking her face, as if fucking her brain directly, fucking all her thoughts away. Her hips pushed back against the other, her tits still played with, toyed with like the rest of her body and mind alike. The tentacle was fucking her. Harder. Thrusting in. Out. Back in. It was shifting, stretching, adapting to her pussy, filling her up so perfectly that it felt simply natural to push back against it, to try to get it deeper, to roll her hips with its movement. Every time the tentacle thrust in, her mind blanked out some more, beyond what she had thought capable. There was no thought inside her anymore. There was just the pleasure, and the patterns of a couple of tentacles were still showing her in front of her face, like a rhythmic pulsing communicating with her mind on a deep, subconscious level.
So Kella stared. She stared at the pretty, colourful pulses and patterns while drooling past the tentacle fucking her mouth, while her eyes went blank every now and then when the tentacles sucked harder on her tits, caressed her nipples, so she stared while the other tentacle fucked her deeper, hit her spot on every thrust, shaped itself to fit her, to be natural for her.
She came hard. The constant pleasure, the constant arousal made it difficult to realise what her body was doing but she blanket out completely when it hit her, passed out and slumped to the floor in dumb, empty orgasm.
The room was dark when she woke. White, sticky liquid covered her body, still just as hot as when the tentacles had pumped it inside her, had shot it all over her body, and it smelled. She hadn't realised how good it smelled in the heat of the moment. A part of her tried to be disgusted and appalled with what had happened, but then she took a deep breath in. Her body remembered. She smiled a dumb, blank smile. Yes. This was the perfect summoning spell, and she would make sure to share it with her fellow students.
You've inherited an enormous castle from a distant relative, and you're seeing it for the first time today. The grounds are breathtaking, the architecture flawless, and as soon as you step inside something in you knows that you are home.
The staff are kind and polite and very welcoming. They seem happy to show you around; they smile indulgently at your every exclamation of delight. A real castle, and it's yours.
During your tour, you pass through a long, dimly lit corridor. There's only one door, and it almost blends in with the walls. The maid passes it by without a second glance.
"Wait," you say, hesitating. She glances back at you in question. "What's in here?" you ask, pointing.
"No one goes in there," she replies.
That's not really an answer. You frown.
"Why not?" you pressed.
"No one goes in there," she repeats. She's staring at you intensely, seeming to will you into dropping the matter. You force yourself to shrug, and the maid's expression lightens in relief.
How strange. But it's the only blip on an otherwise wonderful day, and you put the dark hallway and that mysterious door out of your mind for the moment.
The staff retires after around eight in the evening after checking that you have everything you need. You thank them, listening as their footsteps fade, leaving you alone for the first time since you arrived. Temptation tickles the back of your mind.
There would be no one to stop you if you checked out what was behind that door.
It's your castle, you reason as you make your way up a curving staircase. This is your home now, and you should know every part of it. After all, if it was dangerous, surely it would have been easier to just say so?
As you approach the door, it occurs to you that it may be locked. The idea irritates you. You have no interest in haranguing the staff into handing over the key. But the door opens easily as you turn the handle, gliding open on silent hinges. You'd expected an eery creek given the maid's earlier comment that no one ever comes in here. Maybe it was some sort of prank?
All thoughts flee your mind as you take in the splendour of the room. Moonlight streams in through the enormous windows, illuminating the room: it's a library. There are two floors to either side of you, the walls lined with shelves of books. Your hand flutters to your chest in amazement.
Any tiredness that may have been hovering at the edge of your mind abruptly flees. You plan on exploring every inch of this place. You step into the room, unsure where to start, when the door... shuts.
"Hello?" you call out, slightly spooked. No one answers. You glance over your shoulder at the door, step towards it to turn the handle again. It opens easily, just as it did the first time.
Oh. How strange. You shrug though, and then shut the door yourself. No use in getting startled again while you're looking around. You're considering where to start when something in the far right corner catches your eye.
It's a mirror.
A mirror in a library? Your curiosity is piqued, and walk over to examine it. The thick carpet beneath your feet muffles the sounds of your footsteps.
Your first thought is that it's beautiful. It's a tremendous piece, longer than you are tall and several feet wide The glass shines brightly, and you catch a glimpse of your own awestruck expression in the reflection. But what really captures you attention is the frame.
There, in burnished gold, the mirror is bordered by tentacles.
You take a step closer, and then another. You're close enough to run your hand over the intricate carvings, but hesitate for some reason. Pressing your lips together, you take another quick look over your shoulder at the door. There's no reason for it, you remind yourself. This is your home, and you can do whatever you like.
Movement from the corner of your eye.
You gasp, whipping around to stare at the mirror again. You could have sworn that the tentacles... had moved.
Impossible. The product of an overactive imagination. Of course you're a little bit jumpy, you reason. You're in the dark, in an unfamiliar place. Still, there's no reason to be afraid.
And to prove it to yourself, you boldly reach out to caress one of the tentacles with your fingertip.
The ground lurches beneath you and, before you know it, you're falling forward, into the mirror. A startled yelp escapes you as you're pressed right up against the cool glass.
That's when you see them. The tentacles are undulating, beautiful burnished gold limbs moving to capture your wrists and ankles in a vicelike grip. You struggle against the hold, more frightened cries spilling free.
This can't be happening.
But it is. Cool, slick tentacles tickle across your cheeks and ears, while others grope you over your clothes. They're gentle, though, curious more than anything, as though trying to learn the shape of you.
You tell yourself that you're dreaming. This whole experience has just been a strange dream, and all you need to do is wake up. Any minute now, you'll wake up.
Riiiiiip.
You give a startled shout as your clothes are shredded from your body, leaving you only in your underwear. The glass is cold against your skin, as are the tentacles exploring you, and you feel your nipples tighten in response. Tentacles glide over your skin, leaving a sticky residue behind. Everywhere they touch begins to tingle.
There's an answering wetness between your thighs.
No, no, no, no, no.
That's what you mean to say. You mean to shout and scream and kick and bite and thrash.
A needy moan escapes your mouth instead.
Thin tentacles slip beneath your panties. The touch is so light that you almost think you're imagining it. But something flicks you're clit, and pleasure flashes through you like quicksilver. You wrench against the tentacles.
Struggling to get away or spread your legs further? You're not sure.
The tentacles are getting bolder now. Some have slid around you, plump limbs slipping between you and the mirror. One thick tentalce glides down your belly while two or three travel upwards. You're beginning to sweat, and it eases the movement of the tentacles against you.
"P-please," you beg, gasping. Those thin tendrils continue to strum against your clit and it's making you desperate. Your hips grind down, searching for friction that those tentacles are too insubstantial to give you.
Your reaction seems to please them. The tentacles caressing you get slicker, and the one slipping down your tummy dips beneath your panties to join its brethren. But unlike those slim tentacles, this one bypasses your clit entirely.
It probes at your hole, teasing. You thrust backwards before you can stop yourself, groaning. A distant part of your mind is horrified by what is happening, but you're too far gone to care. You need something inside you now.
The tentacle presses inside of your soaking cunt in one long, seemingly endless push. Deep. It's so deep. And so fucking thick. Stretching you. All the while, those tiny tentacles continue to toy with your clit.
You cum.
The tentacle squirms inside you, twisting and thrusting, and it makes your eyes roll back in your head. You no longer wish to fight. Any thought of resistance evaporates; instead, you work with the tentacles, fucking yourself back against the one in your pussy.
Your cheek is pressed against the mirror, breath leaving little puffs of condensation against the glass. You feel something slick touch your bottom lip. While another of the tentacles had diverted to toy with your nipples, this one had travelled between your tits to linger at your mouth. Without thinking, your tongue darts out to taste the residue.
Delicious.
You open your mouth, and the tentacle glides along your tongue to the back of your throat without hesitation. The taste of it explodes in your mouth and you feel yourself gush around the tentacle in your cunt. You wish you could see yourself in the mirror, watch as you're taken from both ends.
Was your tummy bulging as the tentacle fucked you? You could already feel drool running down your chin. Would it reach your tits, slick the way for the next tentacle to take it's turn?
Time loses meaning. You cum again. And again.
And again.
You lose count of your orgasms. You wonder if any of the tentacles will cum inside you?
The thought is heady. You clench down further on the tentacle that's been fucking you relentlessly. You want it to. You want all of them to cum on and inside you. Fill you up and paint you with its seed.
You choke on the tentacle in your mouth as it speeds up, pressing deeper. Somehow, the tentacles seem to sense your new desperation. They thicken, thrust faster, harder.
Distantly, you feel something probing your asshole.
Yes.
It all seems to happen at once. The tentacle in your cunt stiffens for a moment before hot cum spurts inside you. And that's when the other tentacle pushes into your ass, spreading you wide to accommodate it's girth.
Your screams are muffled by the tentacle fucking your throat. It isn't long before that one is cumming too, filling you up with it's seed. You try desperately to swallow it all, but some inevitably escapes, dripping down your chin.
More.
The tentacles slip free from your mouth and cunt, but are quickly replaced by others. You accept them eagerly, already impatient to take more of their loads. They no longer need to hold you open to them. Once the tentacles at your wrists have released their grip, you reach down to hold yourself open to the ones fucking you.
You cum until you're almost dizzy from it. The tentacles cum inside you until their seed leaks from your holes and onto the thick carpet. Your skin is coated with their cum, slick and warm and tingling. Your belly is bulging from the both the tentacles fucking you and from the cum that's been released inside you.
You know that trope where horrifying things are treated as mundane? You know that trope where the whumper is talking around the whumpee like they aren't even a person? This is that story.
TW: alien abduction, alien parasites, body horror, brainwashing, mind control, restraints, tentacles, forced drugging, forced medical examination, complete dehumanization, condescension, defiant whumpee
The receptionist was young and lovely, their skin a fetching shade of blue-purple, and their human host was healthy and smiling, with the dazed, glassy expression that indicated it was well taken care of.
5X2 couldn't help the wave of intense jealousy. Their own human host's gut churned in panic. It was lucid enough to know it was being brought to the doctor, and didn't like the idea at all, stress hormones flooding its fragile body. 5X2 pumped out chemicals to soothe it, beamed calming imagery into its mind, even tried to reassure it through its psychic connection that it was just the doctor, the doctor was going to help it, and hopefully they'd both be feeling better.Â
All of their efforts only put the smallest dent in the distress their host was feeling. Well, no wonder -- 5X2 couldn't even remember the last time their poor host had properly slept. They took a deep breath, reassuring their human host that they weren't angry at it, not at all. They loved their host and knew it wasn't its fault it was struggling so hard. The host thrashed mentally, adrenaline rising, coming dangerously close to waking fully as 5X2 wrangled its consciousness back under control.
"I'm 5X2-YLL, and I'm here for my 3100 appointment," they said to the receptionist, hoping they couldn't tell how much trouble they were having with their human.
Sympathetic waves rolled from the receptionist as they looked 5X2 up and down. Oh, they could tell. 5X2 knew their human looked an absolute mess, with a wild expression, deep bags under its eyes, and poor hygiene. The past few days, 5X2 had even taken sick leave from work, embarrassed to go out in public in this state -- that's how they knew they had no choice but to make a doctor's appointment.
"Right this way, 5X2. The doctor is running a bit behind, but if you'll just go into this examination room, they'll be with you shortly. Please have your host change into this medical gown... if you're able."
"Yes, thank you." The door clicked shut behind the receptionist as 5X2 looked around the small examination room. It looked like any other doctor's office, but they couldn't help but notice that the examination chair had formidable looking restraints on it. They supposed it was to be expected for a doctor who specialized in disorders of host control.
The far too lucid human noticed too, and all of its muscles tensed as it signaled to every corner of its body to escape, escape, escape. 5X2 had no choice but to inject yet another low dose of paralytics into its bloodstream, just to make sure it couldn't actually act on that misguided impulse.Â
The paralytics kept the human from moving, but also meant that 5X2 had to do much more manual work puppeting its body, and they were so, so tired. With their host's clumsy fingers, they pulled off their shoes, shirt, and pants, and slipped on the flimsy medical gown. The human was expressing distress at having their physical form exposed, of all the ridiculous things. Sometimes 5X2 wished that its constant fears at least made sense. Instead, it was scared of the doctor, of being nude, even of the everyday, ordinary sight of other human hosts with their passengers atop their heads, tentacles nestled neatly in their ears and euphoric expressions on their faces.
I'm trying to help you, 5X2 conveyed through their psychic connection for what seemed like the billionth time this cycle.
All they got back in return was terror, anger, and the intense desire to go home.
We can go home after the appointment, 5X2 reminded it, beaming soothing images of their quarters, the cheery artificial sun lamp, their collection of exotic plants, their vibrant fiber arts, the beautiful view of stars from out of their window. Their host had always been calmed by these things in better days, but it wasn't working now. It didn't make any sense to 5X2 -- if it wanted to go home so badly, why didn't it respond to sensory landscapes of home?Â
Surely it wasn't lucid enough to desire its human habitat...? The human habitat was a death world compared to the safety and comfort of the space station.
There was a knock on the door, and the doctor walked into the room. They carried an air of authority about them, perched on top of a petite human who moved with unusual grace. "Hello, 5X2," said the doctor in a kindly voice. "I understand you're here because you're having difficulty in controlling your human host. Is that correct?"
5X2 looked anywhere but at the doctor, pretending to be very interested in a cabinet full of jars of multi-colored fluids. "Ah, yes, that's correct."
"There's no need to be ashamed. There's a lot of unfair stigma attached to host difficulties, but I assure you that it's a far more common problem than you think. There's no judgement here. Please, tell me about what you've been experiencing."
"My human host is almost completely lucid for most of the cycle," 5X2 confessed, trying to suppress their waves of shame and sadness. "I can't keep it fully entranced, I can't soothe it, I can't even put it to sleep. It's constantly scared and stressed and won't stop filling its body with adrenaline."
"I see."
"I have to spend so much of my energy just keeping it from fully waking, and it's affecting my work and my social life. I can't even relax on my days off, because every time I let my guard down, it decides it's a good time to fight me," they said. "I love my host, but I'm at my limit. I can't go on like this. It's sick all of the time from stress hormones, and I'm constantly fatigued. If there's anything you can do, anything at all that would help..."
The doctor's host nodded sagely. "There's a number of common conditions that could cause symptoms like you're describing. If you don't mind, I'd like to take a blood sample from your host so we can run some lab tests while conducting the examination."
"Of course," said 5X2, holding out their host's arm while the doctor prepared a needle for the blood draw. As the needle grazed the host's skin, the human managed to wrest enough control to jerk backwards, irrationally panicked at the sight of the needle. "I'm so sorry. It's been especially determined to fight me on everything today."
"It's nothing to worry about. I see it all the time. Hosts can be smarter than we give them credit for -- it's probably realized that the doctor's appointment is for putting it back under."
"But why does it fight that? That doesn't make any sense -- doesn't it want to be calm and happy? Why would it want to be stressed and miserable?"
"Oh, it's not that it wants to be stressed and miserable. It's just the natural state of hosts that aren't fully entranced. It's not its fault that it's acting this way -- it just doesn't know any better," said the doctor. "To make the examination easier, it might be best if we strapped your host into the chair, if you don't mind the restricted mobility."
"Not at all. It'd be a relief to not have to suppress their impulses," said 5X2. Their human predictably howled with displeasure, scraping and clawing for any bit of control over its limbs as 5X2 fought its body into the chair and tried to hold it still as the doctor restrained it. It was even managing to resist the paralytics, utterly desperate to escape.
If this doctor couldn't help them, 5X2 was going to lose their mind.
With the host's body securely restrained, the doctor was finally able to take a blood sample. The human's consciousness was thrashing like a wounded dust-moth, but with their body secured, 5X2 could devote their whole efforts to dampening their mental distress.
"If you'll excuse me a moment, I'll bring this to the lab. We should get results in around ten deciclicks."
5X2 tried to relax in the chair as the doctor left the room, but of course their exhausting host was having none of it.
Why are you fighting so hard? they asked.
The answer was always the same.
I want to go home. I don't want to be a host. I don't want to be hypnotized again. Please let me go.
Incoherent nonsense. The poor, confused thing.
"All right, that's taken care of," said the doctor, entering the room and perching on a nearby stool. "Now, may I ask you some questions? How long have you been noticing these symptoms?"
"About a quarter star turn."
"I see. And have you previously sought help for them?"
"...No. I really should have, before it got to this point, but I was ashamed. I thought it was temporary, and that I could fix my host myself."
"At least you're here now. You're doing the right thing," said the doctor encouragingly. "How often does the human sleep?"
"Only once every few cycles, and for only a few clicks at a time. I can't keep it to anything resembling a schedule, either, and it doesn't seem to respond to sedation at all. The only mercy is that it often sleeps while I'm at work."
"And how do you normally soothe it?"
"I think I've tried just about everything. Before this all started, it was so easy -- a quick wash of sedative and neurotoxin, some soothing hallucinations, a little gentle urging of slumber, and it was out in a milliclick. It would normally sleep for half the cycle. But now, nothing works. Not toxins, not hallucinations, not psychic compulsions. It doesn't matter what I do, I simply cannot put it to sleep. The only reason it sleeps at all is because its own consciousness turns itself off when it becomes too exhausted."
"You say it was easily controlled before?"
"Very much so. It took very well to deep trance, especially if I was listening to music. It enjoyed art and scenery and was calm as can be. I never imagined it was capable of so much anxiety."
"How close is its consciousness to the surface?"
"...Very. It's listening to everything we're saying. It might even be able to understand us. Well, as much as any host is capable of understanding."
"Has it ever become fully awake?"
5X2 hesitated.
"Please, don't be ashamed. I'm here to help you, but I need you to answer my questions honestly. Has it ever become fully awake?"
"...A handful of times," 5X2 admitted. "It didn't get very far before I was able to paralyze it and return it to my control, but... it was so terrifying, to feel my host wake, to take full control from me and do what it wished with its body."
"That's a very traumatic experience," said the doctor sympathetically. "Once we have the main issue sorted out, I recommend a visit to memory alteration to remove the unnecessary fear generation."
"Won't they judge me for losing control of my human?"
The doctor seemed lightly amused. "5X2, it's the memory alteration department. Don't you think they've seen far worse than that?"
"You're right, just a silly insecurity on my part," said 5X2, mirroring the doctor's amusement.
"Let me perform some quick examinations on your host's body while we have you here," said the doctor. "Your host is partially lucid and fearful right now, correct?"
"Extremely so," said 5X2, feeling the horrible squirm in their host's gut at the mention of the doctor examining it.
The doctor waved a small light in front of the human's eyes. "Pupils are very dilated. It's focusing clearly on my light, indicating a high degree of responsiveness. Dark circles indicate a dangerous lack of sleep, and the skin seems unusually flaky and dry. This all matches the symptoms you've described."
They moved around to 5X2's side, using the light to peer into its host's ear. "Everything looks healthy and normal here," they said, giving a slight tug to 5X2's left connector tentacle. "Connection seems firm. I assume it's enmeshed with the correct portions of the brain? You have at least six tendrils on each side of the frontal lobe, three in the parietal, and two in the occipital?"
"Of course, doctor."
"I know it sounds obvious, but I have to ask. Believe it or not, I've had more than one patient that neglected to enmesh the frontal lobe entirely. You can imagine what kind of a state their poor host was in."
"I'm amazed that anyone in this age is so ignorant. That sounds like torture for them."
"You're not wrong," said the doctor, clicking off their light. "From the outside, there doesn't seem to be any issues, but if we can't resolve the problem, we may need to do some scans to check that all of your tendrils are properly connected. It's uncommon, but there are certain disorders that prevent proper cohesion of tendril to host brain."
"I'll subject myself to any tests if it will help."
"I know how intensely uncomfortable it must be to have your host so wakeful, for both you and it," said the doctor. "I'm certain we can help you. It's extremely rare for this sort of problem to be beyond the reach of modern medicine."
A knock at the door, and the receptionist entered the room. "I have the results from the lab for you," they said, slipping out again quickly.
The doctor's host took the readout and looked it over, as 5X2 waited in anticipation and 5X2's host trembled in terror. Finally, there was a wave of satisfaction from the doctor. "I have good news for you, 5X2. The lab results may have given us an important clue to your problem."
"Truly? What is it?"
"You see here..." The doctor placed the readout in front of 5X2. It was full of miniature graphs and jargon that they didn't have a hope of understanding. "Most of the toxin levels in the human's blood were highly elevated -- no doubt due to your efforts to keep it under control -- but one in particular was abnormally low, almost undetectable."
"And that is?"
"In basic terms, it's a powerful hypnotic, the primary toxin used to keep the human mind asleep and docile. Without this important chemical, your host's mind is far more alert than it should ever be. That makes it less receptive to all of your efforts to soothe it, allows stress and fear hormones to build up in its delicate brain, and causes it to resist being put to sleep."
"And that's what's missing?" said 5X2, feeling waves of relief at having an answer.
"It would seem so. The absence of this hypnotic would make it next to impossible to keep a healthy human under trance. It's no wonder your efforts to sedate and entrance your host were fruitless. I'm honestly impressed you were able to walk into my office."
"Is there a cure?"
"There are a few different conditions that can cause this. To start with, I'm going to give you a prescription for a course of medication that should help promote the natural release of this chemical from your toxin glands. It has a few minor potential side effects, which the informational packet will describe."
"No side effects can possibly be worse than what I'm going through now. How long will that take to have an effect?"
"It should be at full strength in eight to ten cycles. We can see how you're responding, then, and I can advise you on a further course of treatment."
5X2 steadied themself. Eight to ten cycles. They could endure eight to ten more cycles.
"But in the meantime, we can simply inject your host with a big, healthy dose of the chemical cocktail it's been missing."
5X2's elation was almost drowned out by its host's panic and despair. "You can do that? You can do that right now?"
"Certainly," said the doctor, pulling a jar of translucent blue liquid from a shelf. "Let me prepare the injection. It's all natural and safe for both of you. I'm sure you're both eager to get some reprieve from fighting each other."
"And I'll be able to put my host to sleep? To keep it under trance?"
"With this extra strength, time release formula, it should be well out of it for the next few cycles, exceedingly simple to control. You can both finally get the rest you need."
"Oh, thank you, thank you, you don't know how much of a relief that is."
No! No, no, no! the human was screaming through their connection. Don't let them inject me with that! Let me go! I want to go home! I need to wake up -- I need to --
"I need to wake up!"Â
5X2 felt their consciousness suddenly cut off from their host's body as the human woke. It pulled at the restraints, trying to get its hand free.
"Please let me go! Don't do this!" the human yelled, as the doctor looked on with curiosity.
"Oh, you're awake? Now, now, we're only trying to help you," said the doctor. "Aren't you tired of fighting? Aren't you scared and hurting?"
"I'm scared and hurting because of what you're doing to me! This isn't right! Humans aren't meant to live like this -- you've taken my entire life from me!" Tears streamed down its face. "You're a doctor -- if you have any compassion at all, please listen to me! We don't want to be hypnotized and turned into puppets. We don't want to spend our whole lives sleeping and hallucinating and floating along in a mindless trance. We want to be free!"
The doctor patted its head. "I know this must all seem so scary to you, but it's only because of a chemical imbalance. That's why your passenger brought you here to the doctor, to help you. Your passenger loves you very much and only wants the best for you. Do you understand?"
"No, I don't want this. This is wrong -- please listen!"
"You're going to feel so much better in just a few minutes. I promise. Just trust me," said the doctor, their host easily pinning down 5X2's host's restrained arm and administering the injection.Â
"No, please!" 5X2's host struggled uselessly against the tight restraints, its panic reaching a fever pitch, as 5X2 sat in their own mind and watched. "Please! Please listen! Let me go! Let me... go..."
The human host's body relaxed, sagging against the restraints as its control over itself suddenly diminished. 5X2 could feel a lovely sense of peace wash over their host, a sensation they hadn't felt in a quarter star turn.Â
5X2, eager to take back its host, sent deep, hypnotic compulsions to fog its host's mind, to sink it into a pleasant daze, to pull it back under their control, and they were delighted when the host responded swiftly and easily. All of that fight, that fear, that anger began to evaporate like mist as 5X2 gently soothed its host into a trance.
You want to be a good host, 5X2 coaxed. You want to stop resisting. You want to weaken your feeble mental defenses and let me in.
I want to... Their host's thoughts were faltering and slow, easy to manipulate, just as they should be. I want to be a good host... want to let you in... want to drop my defenses... stop resisting...
Yes, that's right. Lower those defenses. You're safe, completely safe. You can relax now.
There was only a slight hesitation before the response. Safe... relax...
 5X2 felt the human's resistance melt away, leaving its mind like soft clay in their grasp.
Finally.
5X2 rewarded their host's compliance with a pleasant vision of the ship's recreation district, filled with laughter and games and live music, one that their host used to be fond of before it became impossibly defiant. Their host latched onto the familiar, mollifying hallucination right away, like a young one with its comfort-toy.
Fun... pretty...
Yes, it is fun and pretty, said 5X2. You deserve it, because you're being very good right now. Aren't you glad I took you to the doctor?
Feels... hazy...
And isn't that good?
Mmhmm... good... so good... thank you...
"How is it feeling now?" asked the doctor. "Any better?"
"Oh, yes, that was absolutely brilliant," said 5X2. "It's completely docile and enjoying its favorite hallucination right now. I can't thank you enough."
"Excellent. I'm just glad that worked. I'll make an appointment for you ten cycles from now, and give you the prescriptions for the medication I recommend, along with a course of injectables to keep your host nice and compliant. It shouldn't give you any more trouble."
"That sounds perfect."
"I recommend putting your host to sleep for the next cycle. It must be so fatigued after all of that pointless struggle, and a prolonged period of rest will help it to reacclimate to your control."
"I don't think I need to worry about the last part," said 5X2 gleefully. "It seems so relieved to be back under. But I agree that it needs sleep. Maybe I can get some sleep too."
5X2's host was already flooded with the injected sedative, so they sent a simple but strong compulsion to lull it asleep. Its exhausted mind responded right away, filling it with a deep, irresistible drowsiness, its remaining thoughts dulling and fading as it drifted away peacefully. The cheerful hallucination of the recreational zone would give it pleasant dreams. 5X2 couldn't remember the last time their host had been so quiet, not a hint of stress or nightmares.
It was so charming to feel their delightful host curling up comfortably in its own mind and going to sleep. It reminded 5X2 of how much they loved their host, before everything had gone wrong.
"It worked," said 5X2 in awe.
"Asleep already? I thought so. It was so worn out."
"Thank you again, doctor, for all of your help. My host wanted to thank you, too, before it fell asleep. I can tell that it already feels so much happier."
"It's my pleasure." The doctor released 5X2's host from the chair.Â
5X2 stood up, shedding the medical gown and putting the host's clothes back on its body. Control was simple and seamless now, the host's body moving exactly in accordance with 5X2's wishes. They could hardly believe what a difference a little chemical persuasion made. With their newfound freedom, a part of them wanted to go out and indulge in all of the fine pleasures they had missed out on for so long -- but really, they knew it would be far more prudent to go home and sleep.
They'd do that after they picked up those prescriptions, of course. They weren't going to let a simple chemical imbalance ruin their life any more.
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It's always the weirdest things you need to get out of your system, right? I don't know where this came from, but I'm tempted to write more about this alien parasite society. Like how they acquire humans, and how other pairs are doing...
What would you do if you had a passenger of your own?
need someone to inspect me. need someone to pull down my little white panties and laugh at how soaked they are after a night of sleep. âoh baby! i didnât even touch you. what on earth were you dreaming about?â need someone to grope me and tell me theyâre âjust checking to make sure everything is still workingâ and when i whine and squirm against their hands they shush me and say âthatâs good, thatâs good little one. that means itâs working. now stay quiet for me.â i want my folds to be pulled apart and rubbed and licked. i want my clit to be clinically examined, pinched and prodded until iâm begging for a break. need someone to rub around the outside of both of my holes and make notes to themself about how tense i am, how much im clenching, etc. i desperately need someone to stick a finger in me and gasp at how tight i am âdarling, itâs like i never broke you in at all! youâre gonna need to relax for me if you want to pass this exam.â they fuck me with a finger till iâm absolutely drooling. âweâve got a ways to go, but youâre doing so well for me sweet thing. doing so well for daddy. now iâm going to restrain you nowâno, no darling, none of that. i donât want to hear any complaints. this is good for you. itâs good to be tied up for me. you canât be able to move for this next part.â need somebody to slowly work a huge dildo into my cunt, the biggest iâve ever taken, itâs heavy and thick and i can see it in my stomach. iâm whimpering but they just keep whispering âi knew you could do it, look how good my little wet hole is doing. absolutely made for this, i told you. so proud of my little plaything.â oh god it aches so much, im throbbing and moaning, but i wanna be good for them and i wanna do well on my inspection⌠i deserve to be inspected every day
