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A formless all-surrounding force lifted you into the air. You could feel yourself being carried somewhere, but you had no power of resistance: your mind was hopelessly scrambled, your body exhausted and limp.
Soon it lay you down, guiding you into a comfortable reclined position. The material your form sunk into was warm, moist, and seemed to contract slightly like a living thing as your weight came to rest on it. As soon as you were in position, walls like the petals of a flower folded inward, enclosing you in a small dark space. All the noise that you hadn't realized you'd been hearing was snuffed out, leaving only silence and a barely-perceptible pulse, like many hearts beating together somewhere far off.
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Consciousness flickered through your mind. Your head lolled forward, falling to the side as you groaned.
You opened your eyes slowly. You had a terrible headache.
For some time you gazed around dumbly, uncomprehending.
Organic-looking walls, glimmering with purple and blue phosphorescence and occasionally shifting disconcertingly, surrounded you on all sides. It was warm, and though there seemed to be no openings for air to pass through you breathed with ease.
You tried to sit up, scrambling for a handhold on the slick uneven surface. Suddenly, a pulse of bright blue light drew your gaze: above you, protruding from the wall was a sort of fleshy-looking bulb. It lit up as though in warning, then went dark once more.
You froze, squinting into the shadows, trying to pull your thoughts together.
How had you gotten to this place? You remembered... Distantly, with a vague disconnection, you remembered fear. There had been pain, and blankness, bright golden eyes and long fingers brushing your temples... Alien thoughts that compelled you completely. Submission, and numbness.
You brought a hand to your pounding head, trying to force your thoughts to cohere. The impressions and feelings refused to solidify into clear memories. You struggled even to recall simple facts of your own identity.
The bulb pulsed with light once more, and you gazed up at it curiously.
Then you jerked in alarm as something brushed up against your leg.
You looked down fearfully, and in the phosphorescent glow you saw long glistening tendrils, like snakes, wriggling towards you before coiling about your limbs.
With a choked cry you tried to stand, but they pulled you back and held you firmly in your former position. One curled about your throat, and you began to panic as you felt it tighten.
Before you could do more, the thing on the wall began emitting wave after wave of shimmering blue light, and your eyes were drawn to it as though by magnets. Like ripples travelling across the surface of a pond, rings of light expanded before your gaze steadily, rhythmically.
Surprise turned to fascination. Soon, you had sunk into a kind of wide-eyed stupor. The patterns of light seemed to activate something implanted in your mind, and now that it had taken over a pleasant, tingling numbness spread across your consciousness.
Unconsciously your body had relaxed, deeply, into the restraints - they seemed now only to guide you helpfully into the most comfortable position.
Your eyes widened as a larger, brighter ring radiated out from the central point on which your gaze was fixed, growing until it fully encompassed your field of vision.
Without a hint of hesitation you moved to pull your trousers down to your knees - your hardening cock bobbing up into the warm air as it was freed. The tendrils slackened to allow for this movement, guiding only one of your arms back to your side when you were done.
A new tendril, small and hollow like a reed, curled around the head of your cock before slipping carefully into your urethra, sliding deeper and deeper until it filled your length.
Without a conscious thought your free hand wrapped around your cock, stroking and squeezing till you could feel the bulge of the tendril inside you.
Fully entranced by the lights, new thoughts slipped unresisted into your numbed brain: you were being so good, remaining calm and passive as you became so aroused, wonderfully obedient and eager to fulfil your purpose...
You were close now, and as you edged towards the precipice a thick tendril slid under you and wriggled into your ass, pressing in deep to provide just the pressure needed to send stars shooting across your vision.
You climaxed with a happy groan and a mindless smile, the hollow tendril inside your cock pulsing as it transported your seed to be stored for future use.
The moment you had caught your breath, you eagerly returned to stroking your oversensitive cock.
As the last of the incoming thralls were sorted and sent to be processed throughout the colony, an illithid took a moment to check all was well in the breeding chamber.
Floating silently past the many pods, it needed only a moment near each to psychically verify all were operating as intended, and each thrall within was appropriately receptive.
Satisfied, the illithid allowed the chamber door to close in its wake. It would take some time for the thralls to become properly conditioned, and there was no reason to speed up the process. It would check on them again the next day.