A Forced Offering [Fantasy][Noncon][Mind Control]

Olivia coughed and sputtered, her lungs emptying themselves of water. Her head pounded as her wits slowly returned to her. There were only flashes of the previous day that came through; half-remembered events unfolding out of order. A storm. Lightning. A sinking ship. Finally, a beach. She began to take in her surroundings as the puzzle pieces connected. Then, like a flood, realization set in. Her hands were bound by thick ropes, but otherwise she was completely naked, her pale skin reflecting the pale moon overhead. She was being dragged along the ground, but it wasn’t until she looked up at her captors that she realized what danger she was in.

The two monstrous things pulling her were only human in the vaguest of shapes. They were short and gangly, with long thin limbs that were tipped by sharp talons. Every inch of them was covered in short black fur, and they wore no clothes except for crude masks which were little more than half-shells of coconuts with holes for eyes. Fear kept Olivia still as they dragged her, zigzagging through palm trees. She was nearly twice as tall as the creatures, but she was bound and without a weapon, and knew it would take only seconds for their dirty claws to slice her to ribbons.

They brought her eventually to a clearing in the grove. She’d regained most of her senses by then, her brain racing to find some way out of her predicament. All those scenarios were dashed as she saw the congregation: dozens of the creatures gathered around three lone palm trees. Between the trees was a strange black mass. Half-liquid, half-solid, the moon played across its surface in dazzling patterns that hurt Olivia’s head when she tried to make sense of them. Unnamed colours seemed to glow from deep within, shining in an alien rainbow. They pushed her to her knees in front of it, despite her starting to struggle.

One of the beasts approached the alien thing and reached out for a coconut that had fallen from one of the trees that held it aloft. To Olivia’s horror, the black ooze lashed out, its surface pouring like water into a long tendril that swiped where the furred creature’s hand had been an instant before. The beast leapt back, holding aloft its prize. It took a moment to crack the fruit in half over a rock before bringing it to the terrified girl. It raised the shell and Olivia screamed.

The inside of the coconut wasn’t lined with the white flesh she’d expected to see but was instead covered by the same black, writhing liquid, as if the larger mass had tainted the very growth of the trees it was attached to. She struggled, punching and kicking at the beasts as more rushed forward to hold her in place. Furry hands grasped her hair, forcing her to look forward as the mask was pushed onto her face.

She wrenched her mouth and eyes shut as hard as she could as the cold liquid touched her skin. It was a strange combination of slimy and rubbery, and smelled of tar. It seemed to react immediately to her touch, moving and spreading across her skin as far as the surface of the mask would allow it. It tangled into her bangs and under her chin, locking itself in place. Then it started to spread in a different way. Desperately she held her breath, shaking violently as the liquid began to ooze into her nose. When she eventually had to breathe in she was shocked to find that it was somehow providing her air. Her mouth was next, despite her tight seal it began to slip between her lips, more and more pouring in as it forced her jaw wide around it. Even her ears weren’t safe.

The furred creatures let her go then, confident the mask had a proper hold. Her mind reeled, every inch of her body screaming for her to reach up and pull the mask from her face. Yet, even when a long talon sliced her bonds away, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Her thoughts drifted through fog and she was unable to focus on anything properly. Eventually, one thought did start to surface. Her body was practically on fire. She didn’t know when, but she’d become unbearably horny.

Absently, her hand moved between her legs. Two fingers slid into her already-soaked sex while her other hand took one of her breasts and began to knead. Thoughts of escape pounded at the farthest reaches of her consciousness, but all she could really think about was how she needed to be filled. Two more fingers joined the others in her needy cunt as she practically mauled her chest. Sloppy wet sounds rang out across the glade as she forcefully fingerfucked herself, though no matter how hard or fast she slammed the fingers it never seemed enough.

Peering out from the mask’s eye-holes she saw the alien mass again. Something about it was so beautiful she let herself be transfixed by it even as she tried to force her knuckles past her stretched lips. Whether the thought was even hers she didn’t know, but she couldn’t get it out of her head: she needed to touch more of it.

She stood, her juices dribbling down her thigh. She approached the strange ooze, all the while wrapping her tongue around the semi-solid cord of it that had forced her throat wide to accommodate it. She realized now that they weren’t trying to hurt her, but instead show her just how good it felt to touch this magical being. She needed more. As she crossed the last few feet it reached out, countless black tendrils fighting for her body. Her pussy quivered at the thought of them filling her completely. She craved it. With a final step, Olivia gave herself to the creature. She smiled beneath the mask as it took her. This is what she was made for.

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