Do you have that voice in your head that never shuts up? Judging you, punishing you... tempting you? It seems mine is particularly strong. I've always argued with myself, trying to see things from a different point of view. Going round and round in frustrating circles. Something happened though that allowed me to isolate my internal monologue, giving darker thoughts a form, and it's this that leads you to meet... Ember.
You open to find yourself placed on a comfy throne in the middle of the tentacle pit. You begin to struggle a bit; but find your wrists and ankles are bound to the chair. As you look for Ember's familiar presence you notice tendrils wrapping up your arms and legs until you are fully encapsulated in slimy, dark blue and purple tentacle clutches. Soon only your eyes peek out of the slimy enclosure as the tendrils have wrapped you tightly against the back of the chair entwining around your shoulders and neck before moving up to your face.
It's only once you're fully constrained to this chair; breathing in thick lime green goop, that you hear Ember's familiar giggling echoing through the caverns and her sexy tiefling form approaches through the darkness. Her fiery eyes and red hair glow even brighter than usual, contrasting her charcoal-black skin and illuminating her massive boobs.
"I got a fun new experiment for you." She giggles in a sing-songy voice as she straddles your bound legs and plays with your tits, and her tentacles squeeze and tease the two of you. "Remember how you acted when you first went into here? How you hated it? Those slimy monsters that smelt like musky fish and rotting flesh groping at you while you only tolerated it to put on a show for your Master? How it permeated your nostrils even out of trance? How you fought so hard not to be mine....?"
With this question Ember looks up from your perky little tits and smiles. "It's been awhile since that happened hasn't it? A few short months in the real world; but it feels like so many years to you, doesn't it? Hypnotized to have spent decades down in your little world. Now look at you. Playing in here without even being told. Breathing in that sweet tentacle musk with pleasure. Without an audience since he's off somewhere in someone else's tentacle pit right now. Listening to her moans as he warps that sexy piece of meat into what he wants. You're all mine, pretty lady."
Her hand caresses your chin then goes to pet your hair, or what would be hair if you weren't covered in oozy tentacles.
You noticed as she's monologuing and petting you that the tentacles seem to have increased in activity, and suddenly the pain of needles penetrating your skin all over sweeps through your system.
"What was that?" You inquire as you feel a warm tingle float through your veins.
A small giggle answers as she gets off your lap and struts a few steps away mischievously eyeing you and cupping her huge tits.
"Just a little fear formula."
Your tentacle-created tunnel vision can just make out a sexy silhouette in the poor lighting of the dark, moist caves of the pit.
Suddenly you're terrified. The walls are oozing, the rustle of tentacles booms through your head as they constrict you tighter, making you gasp as you just breathe in more of the slime. It was tasting sweet before, but now a putrid flavor greets your tongue.
"I miss the taste of fear..." Her voice echoes softly trailing off. "The tantalizing smell of jealousy.. disgust.. sadness... all those yummy feelings he's been programming out of you. Feeding him through that brain pipe for blind obedience. I want some of it." She looks back at you smiling evilly.
"Remember how I tortured you in here and he'd just watch? As I filleted your insides, disembowelling you, as you screamed for it to stop? I miss those days. But someone had to go and MESS IT ALL UP!"
Agitated by this realization she marches up to you, seems to somehow take something out of a pocket in her non existent clothes, and shoves it into your chest. An odd pulsating emanates from the cavity.
"Feels weird to have your heart back doesn't it? After you had to lock it away to deal with what you'd done. You dont even remember fully, do you. You thought your heart had dissolved, but I just took it. Now all those feelings Master has been protecting you from can cascade through that puny, pathetic mind of yours. All that regret, disappointment, self loathing... I WANT YOU TO MARINATE IN IT!"
She cackles as she sees the emotions flood through your system again. "Oh that lovely little brain pipe he created for you to pipe away all the guilt and shame you created doing his desires? I deactivated that too. No more pumping away all the bad feelings. No more being bombarded with pleasure and obedience in return. You get to feel EVERYTHING, and it's intensified by that gunk I injected into your system."
She straddles your lap again staring into your eyes and her tentacle tongue comes out, flicking underneath your restraints, and licking your face.
"You've been feeding him and not me. I'm starving.. and you're an all-you-can eat buffet of enticing flavors. For YEARS I lived off them until he came along. I'm taking back what is rightfully mine. YOU'RE MY CHEW TOY!"
You whimper as more and more fear and repugnant feelings flood through your amygdala.
"Scream for me, Slut." She whispers into your ear dripping with glee. "Scream so loud I can feel it in every fibre of this sadistic, twisted, sexy body."
When you decline a knife like tentacle is quickly procured and slammed through your leg.
"I said SCREAM, SLUT!!!"
