Trance Advisory: Raine and his summoned companions are heading to the detention center to fill the minds and bodies of FROST operatives and readers like you with writhing squirming tendrils. This chapter will get violent, as they attempt to overwhelm the soldiers guarding the facility.
Chapter two: A Tendril Orgy of Freedom
The summoner watched dumbfounded for a moment as the two tendriled beings slithered out his front door. He wasn't expecting them to act so quickly, but off they went regardless. It took a full 5 seconds for Raine to realize how horribly wrong this could go. He dashed out the doorway after them, grabbing his keys along the way.
"
Wait!
" He called, struggling to keep up with the surprisingly agile creatures. "
It's 43 miles. We can take my car.
"
The tendril amalgamations had no concept of a car, nor could they comprehend a single word that Raine Nocturnal spoke. They turned, not in answer to his words, but tasting his desire to lead them on this journey.
Less than 2 minutes later Raine shifted into gear, cruising south towards interstate 10.
Before long his mind began to drift into lustful thoughts about irresistible tendrils, coiling round as they thrust in and out of his hot and horny holes. He could practically feel them Thrusting inside his brain and fucking out all other thoughts. Deep down all he wanted was to just give in and let the tendrils fuck away every last thought until lust drunk thoughtlessness is all that remains.
He could feel the cravings growing ever stronger as a single probing tendril slowly wrapped around his thigh. It coiled round and round, binding his tender flesh whilst persistent thoughts of submission to thrusting tendrils seemed to Thrust deeper into his eager mind with every passing second. It felt so good to be mindfucked into submission like this. He almost let himself give in completely to the invading tendrils.
HONK!
Raine was startled into wakefulness as his car drifted into the next lane.
"
No more touching or fucking while the car is moving!
" Raine scolded, clutching the wheel. "
We can't afford an accident and we certainly do not want to get pulled over. But please feel free to keep telling me all those lovely things you want to do to me, just as long as you don't impede my ability to focus on the road.
"
The tendril creatures backed off after that, sensing his sudden fear and desire to stay alive. Not a single tendril tried to thrust itself into his tendril craving body for the rest of the short drive.
"
So, uh, do you have names?
" He asked, still quite unsure just what exactly was sitting in his passenger seat.
He had no way of knowing that his words held no meaning at all to the tendriled lustforms. His feeble mind could not understand that they did not live, not in the way that life forms live in the reality of human existence, but that they instead lusted much in the way that lustforms lust in their own chaotic reality. For all he knew they could understand, for he had no way of understanding that their minds could only speak in desires and lust. There was no way for him to know that they knew no more than his desire, to know more about the desirable tendril creatures.
When he began to feel an irresistible desire, to be bound completely by the larger coiling tendriled thing, he aptly decided that one was named Coil. Then when he felt the smaller one's desire to be inside him squirming, writhing, he decided that one would be Squirm.
"
I'll call you Coil and Squirm,
" he said, staying focused on the road. Then he let the silence linger for a while.
Meanwhile Coil and Squirm had their focus turned deep into the distracted warlock's unguarded subconscious. They searched for hidden fetishes and desires that they could twist and coil their squirmy tendrils about.
Squirm found something there. Something marvelous and sexy, hidden deep deep down in Raine's twisted subconscious. Something magical and transformative that it knew it could use to forever alter the warlock's delightfully suggestible mind.
'Desire me inside you', the little lustform compelled, pressing upon a truly compelling desire. An irresistible thought pressed down, like a squirming tendril sliding in. That undeniable thought took hold and became a part of him, like another limb, a powerful squirming appendage writhing between his legs. He wanted it, knew deep inside that he needed it, craved it at the very core of his being, to combine with this lustful being, embracing it as a part of his body and his mind.
Meanwhile Coil implanted dozens of inescapable suggestions about how good it feels to feel dozens of seductive squirming tendrils coiling all around, tightly securing every limb into a helplessly bound position of tendril lust submission.
By the time they arrived, just under an hour later, Raine could hardly wait to feel tendrils thrusting inside him. He parked his car at the neighborhood Greedmart, in a dimly lit corner of the parking lot, where the other shoppers wouldn't see his companions.
Then he leaned his seat back and nodded eagerly, knowing and sharing a shared desire to be filled with squirming tendrils deep inside. He relaxed and just gave in, as Coil wrapped around and around, binding his body to the seat and pressing sensually into his head.
Coil leapt at the chance to wrap it's sensitive tendrils around and squeeze and tease every inch of flesh that it could touch. The tendriled creature couldn't help but wrap around Raine's luscious thighs, and around and around again, all the way down to his ticklish toes. It bound every bit of that beautiful body asserting its dominance and control. Then it squeezed tight, making Raine crave the helpless feeling of being bound and at the mercy of powerful slithering tendrils.
Meanwhile Squirm squirmed up and slid inside both of the eager holes between Raine's legs. It THRUST it's slithering tendrils in deep, asserting with pleasure and force that forceful tendrils thrusting deep inside force tendril craving sluts to crave submission to thrusting tendrils. It throbbed and vibrated deep inside of him, thrusting in lustfully irresistible desires, to just give in to the lustful thrusting tendrils as they fuck you into thoughtless lust drunk bliss.
Raine laid back and enjoyed the feeling as Squirm and Coil asserted his Master's will upon his willing body. He gave into the desire that was being thrust upon him, to have Squirm inside his body, a part of him. Somehow he knew that he could bond with the creature, fuse and become one, that it could live inside him, a phallic extension of squirming lust. He wanted that oh so desperately, but had another intention first for the little tendril being.
The squirming tendril-filled warlock stared pointedly across the street, at an abandoned Greedmart which had been repurposed into a FROST detention center. Inside that facility they were cryogenically FREEZEING innocent people who were simply looking for a place to live.
The dictator and chief had promised to thaw them out when the scourge was finally cleaned from the land. That was a lie. There have been many lies since ENVY, Entertainment News Verified for You, established their monopoly as the world's only news outlet.
There's a reason why FROST operatives, whose job on paper is to 'guide the excess populous safely into cryogenic sleep', look and act a lot like trained soldiers at war.
The truth is they were sacrificing refugees to test out prototype cryogenic technology. The self entitled elites needed reliable hibernation pods for their inevitable voyage off our dying planet. These facilities gave them a perfect chance to test the pods en mass on people who didn't matter in their eyes.
The facilities constantly suffer from plagues of accidents and unexpected side effects. But do they even attempt to thaw out the victims and release them before they die in there? No! They just deny and bury evidence, violating human rights because no one can stand up against them.
