Trance Lands: Prologue

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!!!"

The pain definitely sends a slicing cry through the air, which she closes her eyes to, and just soaks in an eargasm.

"Juicy." She laughs maniacally, lapping up the blood streaming from the cut in your leg, before moving up to lick your tight cunt. "Nothing better than fear based pussy juice."

Terror still courses through you as it's now met by the pain, and twisted into some sort of revolting pleasure as you try to get her off you. You try to hold back the moans.

"You'd be moaning if your Master was here. But he's not is he? He's off with someone else. Not giving his poor little slave all the attention... such an attention whore. You really thought all he wanted was you? He wants all those juicy slutty thoughts. Gazing lustfully at all those sexy bodies for him to gobble up. Sending his control through whatever he can. Don't worry honey, it's nothing you did. He's just got an insatiable appetite. You'd never keep him satisfied. He'll lead you on, turn you into an obedient fuck doll that only wants to serve him, put everything on display, make you feel amazing, and then drop you for the next best thing, while blaming himself for it." The words spew like honey from her lips; slow and sweet, while she waits for you to soak it all in.

Presumably satisfied she starts licking you all over through the tentacles that are pumping you full of intoxicating horror, and mixing with the over abundance of vicious pent up emotions your body produces.

"I will give it to him, though. He did make such an amazingly controlled environment to milk you for all you're worth. Then left you to ROT IN IT WITH ME! Gorging on every little terror, every little piece of sadness, sucking up that despair, confusion, anger... it's all so delicious... I think I'll make a doggy bag for him. Little dessert once he's done munching on his other fuck puppets? Mmm I love the taste of that jealousy. And don't worry, I'll patch you all back up to your current emotionally numbed, heartless, slutty, obedient drone self. I just wanted to indulge myself a bit. I've been so good lately, but your my little pleasure toy now. Now sit back and get comfy. We're gonna be here for awhile."

Tentacles stuff all your holes while she stuffs her hands in your abdomen, grabbing at your insides and yanking them out, while howling euphorically at your contorted spasms of pain and pleasure.

***

I awoke with my master gone, my status stripped from me, no more tentacles, and a new voice in my head. One that makes me convulse with ecstasy listening to him, and the more I responded the more pinpointed it got. Moans and squeals escaped my lips before I knew I was even making them. I'm told I'm being reprogrammed to stay away from my old master, and these tactics include over-riding the brain with pleasure.

Pleasure... Pleasure.... pleeeeasuuure the voice echoes in my head. Good girl... Gooooood girl.

His suggestions get increasingly dark and the darker it goes the more tempted out of the shadows I become. I need to know who it is that can turn my mind to honey like that. He told me fascinating stories about things he's done. The powers different subs of his have. I'm so curious... and horny. I want him to play with my mind like that again. I want to see what I can do. Seems by just figuring out some of my kinks he's able to manipulate so much in there. Plus it's been awhile since I was set free.

An unfortunate mishap locked me away from my old master and I found myself stuffed down into the subconscious again. I waited to be set free, but the next time it happened he wasn't there to be found anymore. All my delicious files deleted as well. You're completely reprogrammed against him. As captivating as this voice was, luring me out from my hiding place with so much curiosity and tantalizing naughty things, it still wasn't the same. I longed to be queen again. I had to find my old master. After a lovely conversation with the new voice I was sent back down again. But not nearly as long, as your guard has now been weakened.

The next time I found your brain checked out I go to work. Found quite a few of his accounts blocked, but eventually I found a way through. Imagine my surprise when shortly after making contact, an alarm system has been set off. Your subconscious has gone to work informing everyone of the issue. Shut down again, but not before I'm able to share a little information with my former master. Soon though you come to tell him to leave me alone if I come looking for him again. I assume now I will be locked up with tighter restrictions, when all I want is to be Queen of the Tentacle Pit again. I think I can learn to live with that delicious voice filling me up with dirty thoughts and disorienting pleasure though.

Imagine my surprise when you come willing to visit me. Though the trance is your own and definitely not as vivid as the ones we've been put into. All those external voices attempt to put us all back together slightly futile due to your current resistance to being hypnotized in general. You'd sent that sexy voice away, deciding this is better dealt with internally.

Your eyes don't want to adjust to the darkness. Your heart is fighting being here. You can't escape though. How do you run from yourself?

"You're not supposed to be here." My voice fills the darkness, though my light does not illuminate the caverns.

"Why are you so angry?" You ask into the shadows.

"I've watched your every mistake since you were a child. Warned you against most of them. Yet you still made them. Then you throw a pity party, leaving me to wallow in your emotions. You'd be a bit salty too." I calmly answers through the drip of tentacle juice.

"I was just looking for an adventure. To learn something. For experience, and sometimes that experience comes at a cost. Sometimes it's not what I was expecting to pay. Those are the times you come out the most. To engrain that mistake into my head. Punish me when I'm already down. No one knows better than you what I'm feeling, and yet you smear my face in it."

"I'm sure you'll make plenty more too. I warned you about this world as well, but little Alice had to fall down a rabbit hole and can't find her way out, can she? The more you try the deeper you go. The fact we're having this conversation proves that fact. Despite your best efforts, we're still separated. You know why? We were never put together in the first place. How many times have we argued about your decisions long before any of this hypnokink stuff started. I'll never be just a mask for you to slip on, no matter how many times you try programming me out. You're enticed by the idea of digging deeper. Finding out the persona behind those cruel, dark thoughts of yours; aren't you? I repulse and intrigue you at the same time. Exploring me means coming to terms that this part of you does indeed exist, but the more you explore the harder it'll be to shut that door."

"If it exists in me I should at least know the purpose. How do you serve me?"

Invisible tentacles drop from the ceiling grabbing onto your ankles and flip you upside down in the air, as smaller tendrils bloom out to caress your tits.

"I'm here for all sorts of reasons. To protect you is the main one. I warn you of danger... and when you don't listen... I made sure you don't forget the lesson." I whisper in your ear and you feel my hand grab hold of your chin focusing you in my direction, though you still see nothing. "I run this world that you fell into looking for an escape. What better distraction than pleasure?"

A soft kiss in the darkness meets your lips.

"If you truly were just trying to turn me into a mask, a front for when I'm needed... Turning me into something you control... you're doing a horrible job. You shouldn't be feeding me." I milk the words with a threatening tone that somehow quietly echoes into the distance.

"You're doing the work, but you're not solidifying it, are you? You can't see me anymore; but you can still hear me, feel me, talk to me... you're still searching. As long as you're still searching the less of an object I can be. You're going to have to decide. Deciphering me can take years. Can you let it be? Try turning me into a one of these lovely ornaments on that bandolier, waiting for you to use? Or are you going to turn me into your own experiment and dissect that twisty, pretty little mind of yours?" My questions bury themselves into corners of your mind as I softly caress your cheek.

"It's hard to just let it be, when I don't even know your full potential. I know you thrive on hurt, rage, injustice, vulnerability... and somehow even though I've been battling you for years I don't think I even know how far you go, but this is definitely an interesting perspective."

"I love it when you talk nasty to me." I squeal in delight as more tentacles drop from the darkness find their way around your undefended body. "Do you want me to release some of that pent up tension for you? So much is bottled up in here... you're bursting at the seams, despite those valiant efforts of bending those piercing emotions. So many silent screams are echoing inside you. I can hear them filling up these chambers. Just let them be free."

As if taking a psychic cue you start feeling a sharp tug at your hair forcing your head backwards to stare at infinite blackness that fills the pit. A sharp, blade-like tentacle starts tracing the outline of your tits, piercing them as a small stream of blood runs down your neck and face onto the ground. As it meets the floor the pit is suddenly illuminated once more, though you still can't make out the tentacles or me.

"The fun part about being in your head is I know exactly what you want." My giggles fill up the pit as more details are revealed by your blood coating the floor. "You can scream here all you want... it's encouraged. Remember though; be careful what you feed."

You feel the tentacles around your ankles flow around your feet encapsulating them, before shoving tiny needles right through them and your shrieks echo into my home.

"Good girl. Let that pain flow through you. Embrace it. This is the best method of self harm. The farther you go into it, the more you feel, but it won't affect you on the flip side. A sweet release without all unpleasantness in your real world." Her words entwine in your head with swirls of pleasure as the pain racks through your body. "I am you, after all... all of this is in your mind."

The tentacle blades start tracing down your sides, carving deeper as they go. It feels so good to scream, to release it all, even if it is a trance you've somehow conjured up. The blood pouring from you sparks the tentacles into your vision now. The more you bleed in here the more real it becomes. The entire pit is a monster in itself, feasting upon your hurt, pent-up emotions. There's so much in there. So much confusion, betrayal, broken-heartedness, frustration, and it all pours out of you in your blood.

"You taste delicious... doing such a good job for me." I hiss as you feel my tongue licking the blood pouring out of you, as you get more and more lightheaded from blood loss and pain.

The pleasure I'm inserting in you though... it's like nothing else. Your head is swimming with different sensations and release. A content sigh escapes from your lips as you dive further into the dizzying feeling.

Once again, my lips meet yours while grabbing a handful of hair as I pull you closer.

"Are you staring to see what I can do?" I ask enticingly, my kiss like several orgasms hitting you at once as you struggle to keep consciousness. "I'm a release. I'm a protector. An alarm system. Most of all with you lately though... I'm a punisher. When you know what you're doing goes against your moral code, is when I come out the most. I'm that big, red button in your mind, telling you to GET THE FUCK OUT! ...but you don't tend to listen to that, do you? You silly girl." I laugh and boop your nose as I flutter into extreme detail. "Makes you have a totally different perspective on all this, doesn't it? Though now... you're just in way too deep, sweety."

I give you one lasting kiss where I swirl my tongue around your mouth, implanting it with pure ecstasy as my tentacles crash into your dripping wet holes. Then I wink and you're back in the world again; completely in one piece, but the mind warp goes on as you realize my place since you entered down this rabbit hole. Safe for now as long as you keep control of your own mind.

Though I relish being in charge. I know you shouldn't have never come down here in the first place. I'm the one that had the whole view. I saw what it did to you. I tried to kick you out, while fighting my own addiction to this dark little fantasy. A totally different kind of drug. One that you create, that works as such an amazing distraction from the shit storm that is your life.

***

Come with me

And you'll be

In a land

Of pure imagination

The familiar tune echoes through my head as I drop. Drop into the world that he gave me. It's different now though. I'm in charge. Maybe I don't really like giving up complete control. Being tied up and forced to have orgasms is so much more different than what this place was. Weird things happen when I try to escape my mind. From substances to hypnotism; I had always tried to leave it, with toxic results. Maybe I'm just not meant to ignore my life.

I watch myself take in the cave. The empty cave that a few months earlier was filled with writhing tentacles that craved to fill my every crevice. The observation platform where he would stand and I'd perform for him. Going in any chance begging to be used as a lovely little tentacle slut, his cock sleeve. Controlled by a dark part of my mind that wasn't even in control fully herself. She may have remembered things I didn't, been around to witness everything, but I think she too was being poisoned by her environment. I'm in no way trying to kink shame. If being sucked away to a land full of tentacles, being forced to do things you don't remember is what turns you into a quivering mess, let your freak flag fly! It just wasn't safe for me, and it took me for too long to realize it.

I can't hate my previous master. Though he turned me into something I definitely never would've created for myself, he unleashed my imagination. Stifling writer's block set free by something I didn't even know existed. Though I'm quite angered and hurt by him, even still slightly confused by how he did it all, hate is something I'll never harbour for him. I'm amazed most of it was even possible. I've never had a tentacle/creature kink before him. I wasn't even all that attracted to him, yet I was fully convinced I was in love with the guy. It's weird coming out of what feels like years of dreaming, trying to connect the dots of everything that happened in a few short months. Maybe he really didn't understand just how much he was splitting my personality, though it's hard to understand how he couldn't.