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 "The Mindflayer" (M/F, nc, mc, snuff)



   Cathy sighed as she closed the door to her apartment.  It had been a
long day, and the recent breakup with her boyfriend didn't help.  Life just
wasn't that great for her anymore.

   After setting her briefcase on her nearby table, she went into her
kitchen and mixed up a drink.  She knew hitting the alcohol was a bad idea,
but she'd had a rough day, and she hadn't had a drink for a week or two. 
She drank deep from the glass, then wandered into her dining room--actually
just an extension of her living room--to look out the windows onto the
cityscape below, and set the glass down on the table.

   Suddenly she was grabbed by behind, strong arms grappling her body.  She
hadn't seen anyone else in the apartment, and hadn't heard anything, but
now she began to scream.  And as the wail left her mouth, something slimy
slung itself around her neck, trailing across her face.  When the next one
stretched in front of her eyes, she saw it.

   A tentacle.

   One of them grabbed the bottom of her jaw and forced it shut, and as she
struggled to get out of the thing's grip, a sudden blast hit her mind,
smashing its way through her panic and fear.

   She noticed the way it was kneading her breasts, making her
feel...strange.  She hadn't been laid in a long time; suddenly that desire
was returning to her.

   Another blast hit her mind, encouraging that desire, making her want
something in her pussy even more.  She struggled slightly as one hand
dropped down to her skirt and unfastened it, then pulled her panties down
just enough for her dampness to touch the air.  It felt luscious, but she
knew she was getting raped, knew it was wrong...she fought weakly against
his arms.

   Then something entered her, slowly pushing itself into her cunt. 
Through the rapture, she barely noticed more tentacles gripping onto her
head, and then the soft feeling of a sharp ring against her skull.  It felt
so far away, like in a dream.

   And as the creature entered her sex and violated her, she suddenly had a
flash of understanding, their minds merging for a moment as they became
psychically linked.  And then she knew what the thing was: it called itself
a mindflayer, but that was just a code-name for "brain eater".  Its teeth
were already embedded in her skull, ready to suck her brain out and make a
meal out of it.

   It needed her.  It needed her for food, and it needed her for breeding.
The tentacle in her pussy had wound its way through her uterus and up into
her egg sacks, vibrating as it tainted her eggs, turning them into
potential mindflayers.  But the process wouldn't be complete until the
creature came.  That's why it was thrusting its tentacle back and forth
into her, why it kept kneading her breasts.  The eggs would hatch and
merge, using her carcass for food while growing, eventually becoming a new
mindflayer or two, to eat the brains of more humans.

   They were psychically linked now, and it wanted her brain.  But the only
time it could get it--by cutting right through the skull and sucking the
grey matter into its hungry mouth--was if she was in the middle of an
orgasm.  That's when endorphins would be running through her system and it
could eat her brain with ease, sucking up all of her memories.  And because
of the link, if it came, she came.

   As this revelation came to her, she began struggling harder against her
captor, and it renewed fucking her with vigor.  Another mind blast hit her,
flooding her with pleasure, and she felt her orgasm rising, and for once in
her life, didn't want it.  She fought against it, and tried thinking of
things other than sex, but it kept pushing at her mind with its, flooding
her with pleasure, her focus constantly at her pussy and how great it felt,
especially as it vibrated as it kept pulsing in and out of her.  Even if
she fought it off now, her eggs were beyond repair, masses of mindflayer
genes waiting for mindflayer sperm.

   The tentacles tightened against her face, and she felt the teeth dig a
little into her skull, but she didn't care.  It was close to cumming, close
to sucking out her brain, and she was fighting it, struggling futilely
against its grip, struggling to ignore the burgeoning feeling inside of
her. She couldn't cum!  Couldn't let it happen to her!

   But in the end, she couldn't fight it.  Her pussy suddenly began to
clamp down on the tentacle invader, and it thrust deep into her, pulling
her against it as waves of pleasure began to roll through her body.  That
was its cue: even as it continued to push gobs of sperm right onto the
waiting eggs, its teeth bored right through her skull and as the body in
its grip spasmed in orgasm, it sucked out her brain into its mouth.

   It loosened its grip on her as it bit into the grey matter, turning
every memory she ever had into nothing but mush.  Every dream and every
fear crushed and destroyed as it chewed her brain.  Within a few seconds,
it had reduced everything that was Cathy and her personality into a little
soup that swam its way down into its stomach to be digested.

   Cathy's dead body gave a few last throes of imagined pleasure, then went
limp.  He dropped it to the ground, firmly fertilized and ready to grow
into more mindflayers.  Its job was done here; the empty apartment would be
discovered in a few days, and two more children would be out, ready to suck
out the brains of more unsuspecting humans.

   It was a good breeding, and a very tasty brain, this one.  It wished
there were more that were as satisfying.