I need a monster to wriggle and writhe and worm a tongue/tentacle deep into my ear and poke my brain. Turn my mind off and make me into a mindless, drooling little fuck pet for them. It's not my fault they're so much bigger and stronger than I am, that they decided to hold me down and take me no matter how hard I struggled until I don't have a choice but to take whatever they give me
idk why this gave me such a specific mental image but i'm thinking of a six-legged vaguely komodo dragon shaped thing. getting pinned down by it, claws pressing into my neck just hard enough to draw blood as it inspects me, breath hot on my ear
it starts with one tongue - the normal one, forked and flicking gently into my ear as i writhe and struggle under its grip - but quickly escalates as its six eyes blink at me, staring into my own from the side as more tongues pour from its mouth and press against my ear, slathering my ear and hair in saliva that makes everything tingle
my ear stretching around the tongues, tearing slightly as it gets pushed open as they push deeper, the claws on my face stifling my pained whines
a sharp snap as it lunges in, tiny sharp teeth closing around my outer ear and quickly slicing it off, the creature pulling back and looking me in the eyes as it bares its teeth, scaled lips rolling back to show off the mass of bloody flesh in its teeth before it swallows happily
hot breath against the hole in the side of my head as the tongues push into it, the creature locking its jaws around my head to allow it to squeeze the coiling tongues in further
a sharp pop in the side of my head and then i can't hear anything on that side. the pain only lasts a second before it's replaced with a gentle electrical tingle from the tongues that shuts off all my pain responses. all i feel is the sensation of the tongues sliding further and further in, wrapping around my brain entirely
going limp against my will, my thrashing stopping, my body holding still no matter how much i try to fight back – until those feelings fade as well
why was i struggling? it would never hurt me. it's just helping me. i've always wanted to be more sexually open it's just helping me with that. it loves me. it's biting my head and holding me, thick, slimy tongues sliding in and out, showing me what it wants to do to me everywhere, altering my brain to be better, because it loves me. i should be thankful. i should take my clothes off and show it how grateful i am. that's better. i was so warm anyway. i didn't really need those clothes. plus now i'm so easy to access. i'm better this way. i'm better as a limp fuckdoll. i can't move. why can't i move- i don't need to move. i need it to show me why it took me. i need to be used over and over before being dragged back to its cave and kept as an incubator for its young. its cocks hurt me. i'm bleeding- i am better. humans are meant to bleed. to carry young for beautiful creatures like this. i'm nothing but a living womb. that's all i was ever meant to be. i wanted this that's why i came to the cave in the first place. i was here to kill this thing. i've failed- and i am redeemed. i can't tell where my thoughts end and its influence begins- does it matter? i'm better now.
