"The Mindflayer"
(M/F, nc, mc, snuff)



Cathy sighed as she closed the door to her apartment. It had been a long day, and the recent breakup with her boyfriend didn't help. Life just wasn't that great for her anymore.

After setting her briefcase on her nearby table, she went into her kitchen and mixed up a drink. She knew hitting the alcohol was a bad idea, but she'd had a rough day, and she hadn't had a drink for a week or two. She drank deep from the glass, then wandered into her dining room--actually just an extension of her living room--to look out the windows onto the cityscape below, and set the glass down on the table.

Suddenly she was grabbed by behind, strong arms grappling her body. She hadn't seen anyone else in the apartment, and hadn't heard anything, but now she began to scream. And as the wail left her mouth, something slimy slung itself around her neck, trailing across her face. When the next one stretched in front of her eyes, she saw it.

A tentacle.

One of them grabbed the bottom of her jaw and forced it shut, and as she struggled to get out of the thing's grip, a sudden blast hit her mind, smashing its way through her panic and fear.

She noticed the way it was kneading her breasts, making her feel...strange. She hadn't been laid in a long time; suddenly that desire was returning to her.

Another blast hit her mind, encouraging that desire, making her want something in her pussy even more. She struggled slightly as one hand dropped down to her skirt and unfastened it, then pulled her panties down just enough for her dampness to touch the air. It felt luscious, but she knew she was getting raped, knew it was wrong...she fought weakly against his arms.

Then something entered her, slowly pushing itself into her cunt. Through the rapture, she barely noticed more tentacles gripping onto her head, and then the soft feeling of a sharp ring against her skull. It felt so far away, like in a dream.

And as the creature entered her sex and violated her, she suddenly had a flash of understanding, their minds merging for a moment as they became psychically linked. And then she knew what the thing was: it called itself a mindflayer, but that was just a code-name for "brain eater". Its teeth were already embedded in her skull, ready to suck her brain out and make a meal out of it.

It needed her. It needed her for food, and it needed her for breeding. The tentacle in her pussy had wound its way through her uterus and up into her egg sacks, vibrating as it tainted her eggs, turning them into potential mindflayers. But the process wouldn't be complete until the creature came. That's why it was thrusting its tentacle back and forth into her, why it kept kneading her breasts. The eggs would hatch and merge, using her carcass for food while growing, eventually becoming a new mindflayer or two, to eat the brains of more humans.

They were psychically linked now, and it wanted her brain. But the only time it could get it--by cutting right through the skull and sucking the grey matter into its hungry mouth--was if she was in the middle of an orgasm. That's when endorphins would be running through her system and it could eat her brain with ease, sucking up all of her memories. And because of the link, if it came, she came.

As this revelation came to her, she began struggling harder against her captor, and it renewed fucking her with vigor. Another mind blast hit her, flooding her with pleasure, and she felt her orgasm rising, and for once in her life, didn't want it. She fought against it, and tried thinking of things other than sex, but it kept pushing at her mind with its, flooding her with pleasure, her focus constantly at her pussy and how great it felt, especially as it vibrated as it kept pulsing in and out of her. Even if she fought it off now, her eggs were beyond repair, masses of mindflayer genes waiting for mindflayer sperm.

The tentacles tightened against her face, and she felt the teeth dig a little into her skull, but she didn't care. It was close to cumming, close to sucking out her brain, and she was fighting it, struggling futilely against its grip, struggling to ignore the burgeoning feeling inside of her. She couldn't cum! Couldn't let it happen to her!

But in the end, she couldn't fight it. Her pussy suddenly began to clamp down on the tentacle invader, and it thrust deep into her, pulling her against it as waves of pleasure began to roll through her body. That was its cue: even as it continued to push gobs of sperm right onto the waiting eggs, its teeth bored right through her skull and as the body in its grip spasmed in orgasm, it sucked out her brain into its mouth.

It loosened its grip on her as it bit into the grey matter, turning every memory she ever had into nothing but mush. Every dream and every fear crushed and destroyed as it chewed her brain. Within a few seconds, it had reduced everything that was Cathy and her personality into a little soup that swam its way down into its stomach to be digested.

Cathy's dead body gave a few last throes of imagined pleasure, then went limp. He dropped it to the ground, firmly fertilized and ready to grow into more mindflayers. Its job was done here; the empty apartment would be discovered in a few days, and two more children would be out, ready to suck out the brains of more unsuspecting humans.

It was a good breeding, and a very tasty brain, this one. It wished there were more that were as satisfying.
