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“Ah-ah-ah. I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
You froze in your tracks as a deep, stern voice echoed in the dank hall around you. The Sixth District had seen unprecedented crime and death the last few weeks, and several of your friends and acquaintances had gone missing. The Boros and Azorius were too busy bowing to the whims of the Guildmasters to investigate, so you had taken matters into your own hands. Your mockery of an investigation had led you down into the Undercity below the district. Now, you cursed yourself for your bravado as you heard heavy footsteps draw closer. You had certainly fallen into the clutches of an unsavory character, and for what?
The glittering urn before you disappeared in a flash of blue-black light. You gasped, nearly tripping over your own feet as you turned – and bumped into someone. A man. No – not a human; even in the darkness, you could see something monstrous in his one visible eye. Though his mouth was pressed in a hard line, there was a glint of cruel curiosity in his face. “And what were you planning to accomplish?” he asked, towering over you. He seemed impossibly tall, and you felt dizzy.
“I – nothing, I swear –” There was a sudden glowing light at your feet, and you looked down to find yourself standing on a strange symbol: an eye surrounded by eight insectoid legs. Your eyes went wide, and before you could even try and struggle, the being before you hushed your very thoughts.
Though you struggled, your mind went fuzzy; it was as if you were floating in a vast, empty space. Your body was trapped in slow motion. Thoughts and images tried desperately to form before you, but you couldn’t hold onto them long enough for them to be meaningful. Within moments, you’d forgotten your own name, and why you had come down here in the first place.
The man stepped closer, a sly smile tugging at his scarred lips. “Isn’t that better?” Beneath his cloak, you could see thin yet shiny blond hair, and more of his face came into focus. You took a deep breath, and it seemed as if he was within your very lungs. “Really, if everyone on this plane just gave their thoughts to me, it would be a much better place. You can see that now.” One hand came up to cup your cheek almost affectionately. “What a pretty look behind your eyes, now that your brain is empty.”
You couldn’t even squeak indignantly at his comment. There was some part of your psyche that remained intact, and it screamed at you – to bite him, to shout for help, to do anything to try and escape. A dark thought came to that part of you: perhaps he left you at least semi-conscious for the sheer satisfaction of knowing you would, in the very depths of your being, remember him.
The symbol at your feet floated upward, two of the strange legs becoming physical and wrapping around your arms. They pulled your arms apart; your legs followed as two other legs kept your feet in an uncomfortable stance. The remaining six legs wrapped around your body and began to caress your shivering form. You wanted to ask what was happening, but you didn’t even have the intelligence to speak anymore.
The man’s free hand cupped one of your breasts, and a magical arm from the symbol pulled your shirt apart for him. Bared to the cold air, your nipples hardened, and the man chuckled darkly. Stop him! Your still-sentient brain screamed. But your body pushed itself into the man’s fingers as both his hands pawed at your tits.
“Pretty, pretty,” he said in an almost cooing tone. He leaned forward, his hot breath on your right ear. “I’m almost tempted to tell you my name, and give you the ability to shout it for me. Who would believe you, anyway?” He yanked on your nipples, and all you could do was whimper helplessly. “Lazav,” he whispered, nipping at your earlobe.
As if that name meant anything to you, the unbroken part of your mind snarked.
Suddenly, there was a sharp sensation in your brain. It was as if there was a vice grip on your thoughts, and you cried out in pain. Your mind splintered under the weight of Lazav’s psychic assault, and your knees nearly buckled beneath you. The independent part of your mind shrunk back further into the recesses of your brain. Now, you were alone with Lazav, without even your mind to save you.
The psionic invasion retreated, and you took a deep, shuddering breath. Tears streaked down your cheeks. The man stared at you impassively. “There,” he said after a moment. The symbol’s tendrils unfastened your pants and tugged them down. Lazav pressed his body against yours, and you could vaguely feel his own pants coming down.
There was a strange, heavy, cold sensation on your thigh. It was clearly phallic in nature, but it certainly didn’t feel like a living being’s cock. Yet Lazav was corporeal; so what the hell was going on? Despite your brain being shut off, you looked down, and found yourself staring at a swirling blue-and-black tentacle-or-ooze-like appendage.
It prodded against your entrance, and you were suddenly acutely aware of your dripping cunt. The symbols binding your feet tugged them a little further apart, and the tentacle caressed your slit, dragging upwards over your clit. You whined, shifting awkwardly in your bondage.
The tentacle slid back down and rubbed your pussy. It was almost a lazy licking sensation; your body’s primal instincts kicked in, and you needily tried to buck your hips against the bizarre, slimy cock-tentacle. Lazav grunted in seeming approval.
The symbolic bondage tilted you back further, so you were almost laying on your back in the air. The arms of the symbol pulled your upper body up so you could see what Lazav was doing to you. He ran his index finger down your body before stopping at your cunt. He hummed softly, hsi thumbs pulling your outer lips apart to get a better view. Had you had your wits about you, you certainly would have cried in embarrassment. Yet then, all you could do was moan as his bizarre cock lapped at you.
The tip pressed just inside your entrance, and you sighed pleasantly. Slowly, it inched its way into your pussy before pulling all the way out. When it returned, it was slightly bigger, stretching you out on it. It seemed as if Lazav was trying not to break his new toy – at least, not physically.
On the third pass, the phallus was about the size of a normal dick; you oohed and ahhed as it reached deep inside you, dragging pleasantly against your g-spot. Tears of pleasure began to burn your eyes as Lazav’s tentacle cock engorged further and entered you again. This time, the girth burned, giving way to blinding pleasure as he started to fuck you in earnest.
It felt as if he was trying to slam right into your womb. Your cervix’s nerves blazed with blissful agony. How could it hurt but feel so good? You sobbed as he railed you, in and out, a brutal, punishing rhythm he set without moving his body once.
Lazav leaned forward, grabbing you by the hair and yanking your upper body forward and over. You watched with a blank, dreamy expression as his massive tentacle cock stretched you out. The blue-black dick was covered in a layer of your cunt’s juices, shining in the low light.
“Lazav,” you sighed, and the man – or whatever he was – smirked.
“It sounds so lovely on your tongue,” he purred in a distorted voice.
Lazav’s cock retreated, and you shouted in disappointment. Before you could further protest, the symbol at your feet whirled you around so you were once again standing, but facing away from him. Your arms were positioned behind your back, your body helplessly bent over, held up only by Lazav’s whims.
There was a slight sting in your ears as tendrils of memory magic attached themselves to the inside of your brain. Your head jerked up, and another strange tentacle wrapped around your throat. It wasn’t choking you; it was merely keeping you in position.
The tentacle entered you again, and a second appendage came off of it, rubbing your clit roughly. The magic in your ears began to burn, and you could feel memories sloughing off your brain. Yet in this state, you couldn’t be bothered to care. All you wanted was Lazav’s cock bringing you to orgasm again and again.
The tentacle around your throat sprouted two more appendages, which forced their way into your mouth and yanked your lower jaw down. Obscene moans and cries escaped your throat as every bit of you was fucked. Tears dropped from your cheeks onto the ground, disappearing in the blue and black smoke at your feet.
“Lazav,” you managed to shout as his tentacle dick pounded in and out of you. “Lazav! Lazav!” Your eyelids fluttered as the smaller appendage pressed insistently against your clit, and you could feel the man leaning over your back. The tentacle at your throat receded, replaced by his hand.
“Cum for me, and I claim you forever,” he growled. “Be my empty-brained little pet. Submit to my whims. Allow me to make you into my vacant, bleary-eyed doll, to be reshaped to my liking, to serve me faithfully and mindlessly, and I will give you your dreams.”
Be his forever? If it meant he treated you like this, your vacant mind would be more than happy to submit. You nodded eagerly.
“Break for me,” he purred lowly, and you came undone. You had never come so hard in your life; your cum ran down your thighs, soaking into your pulled-down pants and dripping onto the ground.
Lazav’s tentacle cock stilled inside you, the tip pressed flush against your cervix. Then, he flooded you with a strange substance. It was cool, so it couldn’t have been human semen – but it felt amazing inside your abused cunt. It dribbled out from around his cock as he pulled out of you.
The symbol keeping you in place lowered you to the floor gently, and the world went black.
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When you awoke, you were laying in the dank catacomb. Your clothes had been fixed, but there was an odd sensation on your belly. Cautiously, you pulled up your shirt, where an eye surrounded by eight legs was tattooed on your lower stomach, just above your womb.
You staggered to your feet, hiding the symbol beneath your clothes, and stumbled away, unable to recall what had happened to you; all you knew was that you were sore, and your memory was foggy, distant, out of reach.
From the shadows, Lazav smiled.