Half of a Good Day (mind flayer, mind control, brain destruction)

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Half of a Good Day

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“I don’t think I want to be an adventurer anymore,” Camelia said slowly.

Her fingers were tingling for some reason. She fumbled with the straps holding her helmet on her head. It clanged as it hit the stone floor.

“What?” Hariss said, glaring furiously at the redhead. “This isn’t a good time to...”

Camelia smiled. “I’m just really tired of the constant struggle, you know?” she said. The tingling in her fingers was spreading up her arms, and it was starting to feel really good.

Hariss gaped at her, then looked off to the side, cursed in Elven, and spoke a secret word, twisting her fingers unnaturally.

There was a surge of magic as she reinvigorated the spectral wall she had created. When she turned back to Camelia, the human was completely naked.

“Camelia! Snap out of it! This is crazy!” Hariss snapped.

“I quit,” Camelia said. She was tingling all over.

Hariss felt pressure on her spell, and cursed again, long and fluently.

The conjured wall kept things outside from getting in. Camelia stepped right through it, and Hariss stared as the nude human dropped to her knees before the hulking figure that had chased the two into the dead-end cave.

He was eight feet tall at least, his muscled figure radiating brutality. His skin was a slick purple, and from his almost faceless head protruded four writhing tentacles.

Camelia put her hands on his thighs, and Hariss felt like she wanted to vomit as the human rubbed her face against the mind flayer’s exposed cock.

It hardened at the human’s touch, rising to a throbbing tower of monstrous meat, and with a little cry of delight Camelia kissed it, pressing forward, her lips parting as she took the horrid hardness of it into her mouth.

The mind flayer caught Hariss’s eyes. There was a flash of purple light, and a psychic blow like a hammer hit the spectral wall, making the half-elf groan with effort as she poured more magic into the barrier.

She couldn’t look away as Camelia, her mouth wet with saliva and some abominable fluid from the monster’s rod, got on her hands and knees and spread herself with for the thing.

“Oh, Hariss, this is so much better than fighting them!” she drooled as the mind flayer slowly shoved his giant erection into her pussy.

“Camelia, please!” Hariss begged. “Resist!”

Camelia’s red hair spread around her head, her face lying against the stone, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the floor as the mind flayer took her wrists in his hands. He pulled her arms back towards him.

“Oh, gods above,” Hariss breathed as she watched her best friend’s monstrous rape.

Camelia’s ass shook at every measured thrust, idiot noises coming from her mouth as his huge cock stretched her.

“Hariss, you should… Oh, gods, yes! You should feel this toooo!” she moaned. She lifted her head, and Hariss saw the unspeakable pleasure on Camelia’s face.

“I’m cumming so much!” she slurred. “He’s stirring me up so much! I can’t stand it!”

Hariss watched in a confused tangle of horror and mounting lust. Her pussy suddenly felt hot and wet and empty, like it needed to be filled.

The mind flayer leaned forward, and Hariss breathed out a soft “No...”

There was another flash of purple, and she could tell the thing had let go of his direct control of Camelia. The redhead was so drunk on orgasms that it didn’t make a difference as the mind flayer slid his left hand under her chin, raising her head towards him.

Hariss felt the tingle of psionic contact, and her trained wizard’s will held strong against the direct attack. There was something more subtle behind it, a tickling touch that slithered over her body, and her mouth fell open as she watched a tentacle lightly brush against Camelia’s ear.

“This feels… so… gooooooood!” Camelia said, her thighs shaking in a neverending climax.

Hariss could hear the faint popping sound as the tentacle thrust into her friend’s brain.

Camelia’s eyes crossed, saliva dripping from her extended tongue, as another tentacle thrust into her other ear. Then the mind flayer’s face descended, wrapping around her head, all four tentacles pressing in.

Just before Camelia’s face disappeared, Hariss saw the tentacles penetrate her eye sockets. Then Camelia’s head was hidden from view, and all that Hariss could see was her friend’s body rocking and shuddering as the mind flayer fucked her, and ravaged her brain, and ate everything that had made Camelia, Camelia.

Hariss saw the transition. It happened in an instant – one moment Camelia’s twitchings were the movements of a human woman feeling the joy of lust and the pain of the tentacles in her brain, the pain of a horrible mouth chewing through her skull to get at the juicy meat within. The next moment, it was the unthinking reactions of an animal that did not know she was dead.

From a girl to a piece of shuddering fuckmeat.

The tickling sensation on Hariss’s skin concentrated between her legs, and the spectral wall wavered as she orgasmed against her will.

She heard the soft sucking sounds of the mind flayer eating Camelia’s brain, and she heard the muffled splurt as he filled her womb with his inhuman seed.

She heard the wet sound as he pulled off of Camelia’s head, and the hard clunk as that head struck the stone floor.

Camelia’s face was wet, her hair a mess, and on her face was an idiotic look of mingled pain and pleasure, like she’d been stung in the midst of a climax.

Her last breath left her lungs in a sigh that almost sounded like she was still alive.

The wall disappeared, and Hariss sat down hard. The mind flayer’s attention was solely fixed on her now, and her trained defenses were not enough.

She felt the stone wall against her back. Her thighs fell apart.

“No, no, no,” she chanted, raising shaking hands.

The mind flayer stepped slowly towards her, his cock still erect, dripping cum and Camelia’s juices as he closed the distance.

Hariss raised a wand, but she couldn’t make the tip point at him. It just kept sliding away.

She lifted dull eyes, searching for something in his violet gaze that would help her.

Finding nothing, she pressed the wand against her right ear and said a word.

A jet of pure magical force shot from the wand’s tip, obliterating the half-elf’s brain utterly and sizzling out her other ear. The potent blast boiled out of her eyes, carrying with it a reddish mist of evaporated grey matter.

Her body fell to one side and lay there, twitching occasionally.

The mind flayer looked down at her.

His tentacles twisted in frustration, and then the two corpses lifted in the air at his telekinetic command, to follow him back to the strange underground city of his kind.

They had many slaves, the mind flayers did, and slaves had to eat.

The mage may have prevented her brain from sating his own hunger, but her body would be torn to pieces and devoured, her flesh going to further his interests despite her defiance.