Parasite penetrates a womanâs mind â what happens next will shock you
Incidents like these are never expected, but hindsight is 20/20, and thereâs now a parasite burrowing its way into Farahâs head.
If her expression of overwhelming bliss and practically animalistic grunts and moans echoing off the lab walls werenât enough to convince any passerby that Farah was in the process of relinquishing ownership of her mind, then the full body convulsions accompanied by her liquid pleasure shooting out from beneath her skirt, creating an increasingly large puddle beneath her feet, was certainly a dead giveaway. Eventually, her then unconscious body crumbled to the floor, lying ass-up, face-first - twitching brokenly in a puddle of her own juices.
It was quite ironic, really.
Farah had been studying this parasite for months now, unaware that she was being studied back. In the same way that she tested several methods for understanding and taming the parasite to harvest the slimy substance it could produce, once inside, the alien residing within her skull immediately started testing several methods on how to domesticate humans for its reproduction.
After some time, Farahâs consciousness returned enough to realise she was no longer in the lab. In fact, she was currentlyâŚwalking? If you could call her sluggish, slow shuffle down the street that.
âWait. I was unconscious. How am I moving?â, she thought, only for a chill to go down her spine as her lips moved, and she heard her own voice respond to her. âHello, Doctor. Body mine. Will use to repopulate. Worry not. Will feel good.â Clearly, the parasite was still getting used to operating its new puppet. Though it had spent most of Farahâs blackout testing what each âstringâ does, as well as go through every memory Farah had, talking was new and unfamiliar.  Reasonably, Farah started freaking out loudlyâŚinside her head, as thinking was the only thing she still had control over. For now.
âNo. Incorrect response. Worry not. Will fix Doctor. Now. Focus. Submit.â
âWhat? No way in hell will you hear me submitting to you you hear!? Iâm going to keep doing this till you get out of my head, you kn-ouuughhh~ Fuck that feels goooodddâŚâ You see, silly Farah still thought she had any say in the matter, something she learnt was wrong very quickly when she felt her hands move to her barely covered chest to start mercilessly abusing one of her most sensitive areas - pinching, rubbing and tugging at their rapidly hardening centres.
From an outside perspective, a woman in dishevelled lab attire and soaked tights just stopped in the middle of the street and started aggressively playing with her nipples with a blank expression on her face - Â the desolate street being none the wiser to the onslaught of pleasure and consequently rapidly approaching orgasm Farah was about to experience.
âH-huh? Wait..no pleaseâŚI was so clooosee..â Stuck in the moment before euphoria, all of Farahâs fears, worries and resistance were carelessly tossed to the side,her mind laser focused on the tsunami of pleasure she was so close to feeling again, after so longâŚ
Months and months of abstaining from any form of pleasure due to there never being enough time backfired on her in the worst way possible, with the very organism she had effectively given up her orgasms for reminding her of the pleasure she so often found herself craving â needing. She couldnât even desperately thrash around in need, or buck her hips in the air in a futile attempt to climax â no. Instead, she was forced to feel fresh slick drip slowly drip down her thigh, and the heat of her fingers so close, but never touching her aching nipples.
ââI acknowledge you as my Master.â Orgasm only permitted when you say this and mean it.â Already, the parasiteâs ability to talk was near perfect, and its motor controls far more precise than they were a mere 3 minutes ago. A small part of Farah knew she did this to herself - by not being strong enough to not feel pleasured, she had given the parasite the very thing it needed to grow stronger, bigger, smarter. Neediness, and pleasure. Unfortunately, held on the edge like this, she was a buffet of both of those feelings, and the parasite was having a feast.
That singular phrase was all Farah could process as she felt her body continue to walk towards her home nearby. âNhh- please! Let me cumm! Itâs too much, too sensitive, please- need to cum neeedtocuuumm-â
The few people up at this hour who saw her all gasped and stared, with one being so bold as to start jerking off on the bench they were sitting on at the display of her dishevelled self. âI canât I canâtttt Iâm gunna dieeee-â
Farahâs mind was a melted puddle of bliss she could not escape from by the time they were on her street, and by the time her body was manoeuvred into her room, Farah had become desperate to say something, anything with her own mouth, as the parasite listened to that phrase echo over and over in her head.
Finally, when Farah had just enough of her intelligence strung together to understand exactly what the parasite wanted from her, she made the great effort to utter 6 simple words that damned her and the rest of humanity.
âIâŚacknolug u as mai massterrrrrrrrâ, she slurred, and was immediately rewarded for the mental exertion as she felt her body move to kneel knees spread in front of the mirror, and watched in complete ecstasy as her fingers were used to grab and harshly tug at both her nipples, causing her body to start humping the air like a mutt as an orgasm like no other ripped through her body. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and the sounds she made put porn stars to shame as she soaked the floor beneath her, permanently marking the floor with the scent and feel of defeat â of submission.
Farah did not know how long she knelt in front the mirror for, as the parasite had already successfully trained docility into her â it took her far too long to realise she could move her body independent of what the parasite Master wanted. Slowly, sluggishly, with far more difficulty than she expected, she dragged her body to the bathroom for a long-overdue shower, and got herself ready and into bed. The entire time her mind was placid â quiet, and as she settled herself into bed, her(?) last thought before drifting off was, âI want to stop thinking.â
Unfortunately for Farah, the conquering of her mind followed her into her dreams. As the first dream commenced, Master decided to exit her headspace before it grew too large to leave. It moved down her body and burrowed itself into her re-slicked vagina, wriggling its way forward until its head rested as deep as it could within her cervix, where it would reside for a long time.
 Two ultra-thin tentacle-like appendages rose out from its head, and each protrusion went down the fallopian tubes, found her eggs, and released something that caused the eggs to changeâŚsomehow.
Farahâs mind was flooded with every sexual fantasy/memory she had ever orgasmed to, and caused wave after wave of pleasure to course through her body. Of course, Master gorged itself all night, rapidly increasing in its size, length and ability. Things were about to get a lot worse better.