Sarah thought she'd been struggling before. But her earlier desperation was nothing compared to the way she thrashed and yanked against the restraints once the apertures in the tank began to open and the wriggling, questing tentacles slid out to explore her soft, pale flesh. "We don't actually know what it is," Doctor Mason admitted sheepishly, her eyes bright and hungry with anticipation. "About the only thing we've learned at this point is that it's unwise to get too close before it's fully sated--which is why I'm all the way over here, I'm afraid. Makes conversation a bit of a chore, but it's alright. You won't be talking much longer."
Sarah wanted to respond with defiance, anger, perhaps even just a scream of terror as the slick pink tentacles began to probe the entrance to her pussy and ass… but there was another aperture directly in front of her, and she didn't dare open her mouth when this creature seemed to have such a fascination with every last her orifices. "I know this has to be terrifying for you, dear, but I promise you won't be afraid for much longer. It's a side effect of the feeding process, you simply lose the cognitive framework required to understand what's so frightening about the pleasure you're experiencing. Everything's going to fade out of that pretty little head soon enough, and that includes fear. All it leaves behind is pleasure, and you want that, don't you?"
Sarah couldn't help letting out a gasping grunt--not out of any kind of agreement, but simply because the tendrils pumping in and out of her ass and pussy were finally getting to her on a raw and physical level of sensation despite her desperate fear. Her jaw slackened slightly, eyes going a tiny bit distant as she watched herself getting penetrated on the screen in front of her, and even though she tried to tense her muscles back up as the tentacle emerged from the aperture near her mouth it was stronger than she expected and soon Sarah found herself openly fellating the slick extrusion. "It won't be long now," Doctor Mason cooed sympathetically, watching Sarah's struggles become weak and uncoordinated. "The more direct contact it has, the easier it is for it to feed."
It wasn't feeding at all, Sarah realized, although with her mouth filled with spongy pink tentacle and her thoughts rapidly dissolving into a sticky sea of bliss she knew there was no way she'd be able to communicate her discovery to her enslavers before her brains simply dribbled out her ears and she became a mindless, compliant fucktoy. The entity was a powerful telepath, powerful enough that the strange and alien sentience of the human race crashed discordantly into its consciousness and caused it true pain. As exhausting as the effort was to it, the beast was simply doing what it could to quiet all the harsh, bizarre thoughts and emotions leaving only sweet pleasure behind. It didn't understand the damage it was doing to Sarah. It couldn't.
But Doctor Mason knew. And when the tentacles finally went limp and retracted, the creature's energy once again spent, she sealed up the tank and collected Sarah's vacant, blissed-out body from the restraints. She walked the mindless woman out of the room, remaining patient with Sarah's fumbling and half-forgotten attempts to walk, and brought her in to the clients waiting to collect her. Sarah smiled a perpetually aimless smile, her comprehension utterly gone, but her new owners weren't interested in her intellect anyway. And what was left of Sarah was eager to please.
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