Emily clenched her jaws as the tentacle pressed to her lips, denying it entrance. Sticky, sweet smelling the colour of rose wine dripped from it's tip, onto her chin before stringing down onto her bare chest.
Moving was out of the question, the grabber tentacle was pressed to her spine, its legs wrapping around her with an iron tight embrace, lifting her off of the floor and pinning her arms to her side. Stinger tentacles were already lodged inside her fattening tits, the hormone laced aphrodisiacs forcing them to radiate pleasure as they were plumped up. Her clit and nipples were under assault from the suction tips attached to them, forcing her to orgasm and writhe even at the point of over-stimulation.
She guessed it was the nest's way to wear her down - to make every fiber of her body ache so she would have no choose but to surrender.
From the muffled moans and whimpers from the surrounding darkness, half her crew had already succumbed. The rest wouldn't be too far behind. If only Emily could hold onto her sense of self, she could warn the ship - warn the colony. No one would know that the returning science expeditionary crew would be carrying the seed of a new nest inside each of them. That they would be forced by instinct to find the dark, quiet parts of the colony to birth their eggs so a fresh nest would be spawned. Growing. Assimilating. Creating happy little worker drones out of the colonists, happy to worship their tentacle masters.
"Fuck you," Emily hissed as the tentacle tried for her mouth again, left confused and non-plussed by the non-compliant host refusing to let it put her to sleep.
Something much higher up unfurled itself from the ceiling, stretching down into view. The tentacle pulsed a bioluminescent galaxy of stars across it's surface, radiating waves and spirals as it approach Emily's head.
Her heart froze with horror.
Tentaclum hypnoticus... The Sleeper's Gift.
Emily had often suspect that individual tentacles were part of gestalt entity, and that the reports of individual tentacles were the product of freshly planted nests in their infancy, before specilisation could take place. Before the nest could adapt itself to the local flora and fauna, learning to infect the local ecosystem and turn it to the nest's advantage.
The co-oridination of the tentacles in her current predicament were too precise - too intelligent to be down to pure chance.
Shaking her head back and forth, she defied hypnoticus touch, making it impossible for it to grip onto her and begin the brainwashing proccess.
Somehow it sensed her - senses the defiance in her mind.
The nest needed her mind; needed her cunning. The other humans trusted her. Relied on her expertise. She would enable the new nest to enslave half the colony before anyone was aware of the corruption.
The grabber stretched up the back of her neck, curling around her skull. Fresh legs grow out of the side, restraining her into place. Forcing her still.
"No! Please!" Emily pleaded even as her full, heavy tits began to leak the same pink liquid, sending the tentacles latched onto them in a feeding frenzy.
Hypnoticus was deaf to her pleas, unable to listen or understand her human words. It simply unfurled itself around her head, gripping it gently as it attempted to pulse it's message deep into her brain.
Emily squeeze her eyes shut, trying to ignore the pretty patterns that bled through her eyelids. Tried to ignore the near constant edging that never allowed her to spill out into release. She had to hold on. As long as she kept her eyes closed, she would be fine. She would be-
She cried out as something sharp cracked across the bare skin of her butt, her eyes wide open in shock.
The swirling, pulsing lights of hypnoticus were wonderfully captivating, filling her mind up with empty, tingling pleasure.
Her mind stalled, her thoughts frozen into place.
She didn't even resist as the by her mouth sensed the change in the host's disposition, splitting apart to seal her mouth as it lodged two small tendrils into her nose.
They crept from the cave entrance, the six of them. Each of them carried their gift to the colony inside of them, ready to follow their new instincts and birth the new nests. One had been left behind - Mara. She had been left behind for the nest to experiment upon. To learn from. She would be releases - sooner or later. Once the Nest understood human psychology and had found the optimal way to subjugate it.
It would be a three day trip back in the crawler to the colony of Hope.
Long enough for them to learn to suppress the moans as the eggs inside of them twitched with new life.
Long enough for them to remember what it was to be human...
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