Description
While investigating a string of disappearances in small backwoods town Ariela finds herself suddenly battling for her mind against an otherworldly horror. With the threat of her thoughts being consumed, the spy no longer fights just to free the docile and glossy eyed missing women, but also to stop herself from becoming one of them. Character created by Sinn4u.
Includes: Mind Break, Intelligence Drain, Bad End, Mind Flayer, Fucked Stupid
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Chapter 1: On The Outside of An Inside Joke
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Ariela hung forward limply, her glazed eyes staring at the wall across the room with a sense of apathy unmatched by any thinking person. Her body was buried in a pillar of writhing tentacles that reached from the floor to the ceiling. Only her torso from her navel upwards was exposed to the open air. Her arms reached up and back and were also embedded in the pillar all the way up to her elbows. The tentacles writhed over her body like a slab of meat in a pit of eels.
Next to the spy was a pretty blonde girl who also was entangled. This girl, however, had much more presence in her gaze. Her eyes had not yet drained of emotion and her mind likewise had not yet drained of thought. She screamed out in a hoarse voice for help as centimeter by centimeter she was pulled further into the pillar. She was oriented such that her back was facing the floor and her face, the ceiling. Her body had already sunk as far in as just under her ribs. Her panic was visceral though muted, as though only a part of her was calling out. As though only part of her was able to.
The young girl's gaze locked momentarily with Ariela's. Her already puffy eyes began to swell with tears as she saw Ariela's expression. Despite long, slick, warm, tentacles molesting her in every way imaginable, the girl just looked forward with indifference. Her green eyes glared without intention and her mouth hung slack, so slack that her tongue almost hung out between her teeth. Even as one of the appendages began coiling around and kneading her spandex-covered breast, she looked dumbly forward.
The brunette had already been through much, having had her head penetrated and her mind scrambled, but a glance at the girl next to her somehow solidified the despair she felt. The girl gave her insight as to what she would soon become. With her head in a foggy haze, the blonde had not noticed how much further she had been pulled into the mass. Now she was as far in just under her breasts. It was then she realized that her arms too had been pulled in, now covered up to her elbows.
Though her whole lower body had long since been enveloped in an immense, not quite slimy, warmth, only now did that warmth begin to occupy her insides too. Her hazy, blushed, and strained expression erupted in as much shock as one might expect from a lobotomy victim as one of the tentacles had worked its way between her pressed-together legs and began to worm into her. With bared teeth she groaned and whined, shaking her shoulders in the only form of protest she could manage. It reached deep into her and writhed just as the many tentacles all around her did.
As the second tentacle began to slide between her legs and snake its way between her thighs the blonde suddenly realized what it was that had brought the girl hanging next to her to such a mindless state. Wide eyes looked desperately for any help as slowly the next appendage worked its way into her, squeezing between her opening and the tentacle already occupying her womb. Moans of pain, desperation, and pleasure spilled from the pretty girl's lips as her insides were stirred.
She looked over to the girl hanging beside her with a newfound solemn understanding. Ariela slowly looked back, and their eyes again met. Though there was no light in the spy's eyes, the blonde could see a hint of sorrow and pity there. Ariela's lips closed and she began to convulse, lurching forward over and over. Slowly the girl's lips began to part and from between them peaked the end of one of the tentacles. Several more times it poked out of her lips until finally, it began to reach out, inch after inch of it extending past the poor girl's now widely stretched mouth.
The blonde could only partially process the grotesque display, her own vision faltering as she felt the third tentacle begin to vie for room inside her. As her vision darkened she could feel her breasts being squeezed and coiled around, her whole body up to her neck now enveloped. Her consciousness finally began to give, and as it did the last thing she saw was the appendage stretching some feet from the spy's spread-apart lips, and the bulge that ran down the front of her neck to her stomach, where it writhed.
Three days earlier.
Perhaps more scary than the notion of an otherworldly threat awaiting Ariela in the rural town she was en route to, was the more likely event that the rusty van she was driving broke down before she got there. She was countless miles away from society and only heading further still. She glared through the broken and dusty windshield at the pothole-ridden road ahead. Each time the van ran over one of the craters it shook and threatened to fall apart.
The girl was a member of Black Watch, a secret organization created to investigate and combat the global increase of unexplainable disappearances, occult activity, and paranormal events. She had witnessed things most rational people would call impossible and had helped to defeat creatures that seemed to come from other realities entirely.
Ariela and her peers were the world's first, and only, defense against these evils. And they were spread thin. It was for that reason Ariela found herself on a bumpy backwoods road, heading towards a place even more obscure than nowhere. An agent had gone missing.
Melinda, a competent and experienced spy had traveled to the reclusive, backwoods town of Wyrm-Wood to investigate a string of disappearances. She was supposed to report a week after airdrop with Intel on the missing persons and to confirm whether or not the case was paranormal in nature. Two weeks had passed and still she hadn't been heard from. Ariela had been sent to figure out what happened.
Ariela looked down at the hood of the car through the cracked front window and grunted in displeasure as she saw smoke begin to leak from it. Begrudgingly she pulled over to the side of the path and grabbed the small set of tools in the backseat.
She opened the hood and stared a moment before sorting through the dusty case to see what she had to work with. As she got to fixing, the girl thought about her mission. She was apprehensive about it. Every agent who worked for Black Watch was prepared enough for what a small town of crazy locals could dish out, so Melinda's disappearance was essentially a confirmation that the case was paranormal. In light of this, most higher-ups suggested a large-scale response. Ariela was that response.
It was true that she had completed many missions most thought to be suicide and that consistently she managed to succeed where others failed. It was also true she was highly skilled and thoroughly competent. Despite this, Ariela had always felt there was a factor of luck in all of her prior missions, and she just hoped that the day it ran out she wasn't in too perilous a situation.
Until then.
She thought to herself as she finished jerry-rigging the vehicle. Ariela slammed the hood shut, put the tools in the back, and continued down the bumpy road.
After driving another twenty minutes the treeline on either side of the road began to thin until it gave way entirely to a large clearing which made up the small town of Wyrm-Wood. The girl could see smoke rising from houses and the movement of livestock that were fenced in on the outskirts of the community. It would look quite normal were it not for the fact the whole town seemed to be in disrepair. Buildings slanted under their own weight, fences lay flat on the ground, and dust seemed to hang in the air. It made the hair on the spy's arms stand up. Already she had a bad feeling. Slowly she entered the town through the main road and as she did her eyes quietly darted from side to side, scanning.
Even more eery than the growing feeling of danger Ariela felt was the bizarre town residents. They were dressed like Victorian-era peasants. The women wore large dresses made from simple cloth and bandannas while the men wore baggy pants, high-reaching boots, and loose-fitting coats. She didn't fit in at all, and the locals made that all too clear. Mothers ushered curious children along hastily while men looked and snickered. Some even seemed to whisper about her as she slowly drove through the bumpy town roads. Ariela couldn't help but feel like she was at the wrong end of some joke.
The buildings were similar in condition to the people, dirty worn down, and entirely from another time. One building stood out however, a large and almost modern-looking place near the center of town. A large neon-colored sign stood out front of the place, flashing weakly with the name of the establishment "Free Wills Bar".
As good a place to start as any.
Approaching the bar Ariela noted that there were more vehicles parked there than it seemed there should be for such a small area. Many of them also seemed to be in notably better condition than the few she had seen on the roads alongside her. The few she drove by on her way to an empty space were dusty, as though they had been parked for quite some time.
The girl carefully took in her surroundings before she made her way towards the entrance. A group of men were just leaving the building as she approached. The first man nudged the others as he saw her. They stared with smirks as they passed by her, each making no effort to hide their penetrative gaze. The spy looked ahead and only watched them out of the corner of her eye. She kept a steady hand near her belt, ready to reach for her holstered pistol.
