This one is a bit darker than other stories I’ve written. It has violence against women and a bit of torture. Read at your own discretion.
Something caught my attention while breeding the one called “Nancy.” My tentacles prodding and filling her mind had memories of a familiar name. She had tried contact with the person, an attempt at help. As I seized her, claiming her as my own and erasing all traces of resistance, she seemed to forget. The neural fluids I ejaculated into her head helped her remember, encouraging her to lure this person in. Assure her all was well, so her guard would be down, so she wouldn’t have anything that could be used effectively against me. I was impaling yet another female, this one not quite at the peak of her breeding cycle (but still good practice), when I implanted the thought into Nancy to invite everyone else. All fertile women. She got to work sending these text messages so common in this era, letting several more know about the “party.”