Tags: Tentacles. Tentacle cocoons. Precursor to some heavy body modification. Brainwashing/hypnosis.
Like last week, you've elected to put work before pleasure. As much as you'd like to call up Luminous Libromancer at the absolute first opportunity you can get, there's a bit of groundwork you need to get done first. While it's still convenient.
Courtship is an involved process after all. You'd like to think you're far, far different from any mortal schleb who might've tried to court your loves before. Squishy mortal humans prepare flowers and chocolate as gifts.
Here you are, preparing minions!
Oh, it's been so long since you've had minions to dote on you, wait upon you. It's been a bit torturous, not having any lovely dears around. The life of a wandering nomad, hunted by the law, living on the fringes of society. Self-imposed exile's still an exile, with all of its drawbacks.
Well, there's nothing for it now but to home grow some new minions of your own to go with this new territory you're establishing. Territory's how a Magical Girl grows her power after all.
Magic doesn't manifest in a vacuum. Magic… Is emotional. Everpresent. Tied to the leylines of the land and its people, and so too is a Magical Girl tied to the land and the people who live on that land. The strongest Magical Girls are always the ones who set down roots and establish ties in magically active territory.
There are exceptions, of course. Strong emotion begets stronger magic. Freaks of nature exist who defy common sense. Like Infinity Princess, that gorgeous girl. Her raw power and stamina are potent, incredibly so. She goes around saving the city every hour of every day, always with that cool, composed stare. The way she looks in some of her press releases, the way her hair shines, the soft curve of her lips, the way her eyes almost glow…
You wipe a bit of drool off of the corner of your lip. Nnh. Mustn't get distracted, you've got cute minions to forge, and you've got to put the final touches on the method you'll use to forge them. Almost done, just have to tweak the essence flow some, add on a few feelers there, tweak the injection needles here...
The morass of flesh you're toying with makes a disgusting squelch as you bury your hands within its depths. For all intents and purposes, it resembles a clamshell in shape. A purple-hued carapaced cocoon hiding slippery tissue within. You giggle as an unseen tentacle writhes across your fingers. With a dainty motion, you extricate your arms.
Your hands are coated with a slick, pink liquid. It smells of a heady, spicy musk. Jasmine, rose, sandalwood and vanilla. The scents of your own homebrew aphrodisiac. Whew, just one whiff's enough to get you fanning your face.
Perfect for the lovely dears you're about to turn into your minions.
It's just a pity that most of them aren't really able to walk to the pods under their own power. The brutes who had them originally seriously maltreated the poor dears. Physical abuse, mental trauma, shoddy implants…
Well. That's all fixed now, and they'll be made even better soon!
You turn, waltzing into the storage room next door whistling a merry tune. Your prospective minions await, lying on hastily-cobbled together mattresses. Nude, one and all. You take the time to stand next to one of the slumbering girls, brush an errant hair out of her newly healed face. A gentle, serene smile creeps across your face as you watch her snooze.
It takes on a decidedly more malicious tinge as you channel some essence into your surroundings and snap your fingers. Pink sparks fly as you cast a quick hypnotic spell.
The girl by your side jolts awake as your magic seeps into her. Her eyes open wide, her chest heaves as her breath hitches. For the briefest moment, panic flits across her pretty features…
And that's when your spell takes hold. Her mouth goes slack, her arms relax. Slowly, she gets to her feet as if in a dumb stupor, just like the rest of the girls in this temporary holding area.
Her warm brown eyes though, her eyes remain panicked. You watch her gaze flit about, pupils dilated as the girl within the body you've forcibly commandeered struggles to comprehend her surroundings.
Why of course you'd give your cute minions a front-row seat to their conversion. A bit of magical puppeteering doesn't preclude a bit of fun on your part.
And this certainly is fun.
You clap your hands with glee as the girls shuffle out of the dingy storage area and into the room where you've set up your minion conversion pods. One by one, each girl makes to stand by one of the pods. One by one, each of the carapaced pods opens up.
Masses of tentacles writhe and wriggle within each pod's depths. Slick, cilia-like protuberances line the pod, perfect for completely and utterly molesting the cute minions you're about to convert. Longer, thicker tentacles twist and turn, perfectly positioned to 'train' each and every one of your minions' holes. A few fleshy pads are placed where your minions' heads might lie. Bioengineered brainwave electric stimulators, to better scramble the insides of their cute little minds.
Those minions aren't going to brainwash themselves after all.
Although… You do a quick headcount and frown. You're missing a girl. One of the pods is missing its would-be inhabitant.
That's weird. You duck back into the storage area…
… And almost walk right into a punch to the face. You flinch out of the way just in time, and catch the next fist thrown your way with ease.
Oho! You recognize that face, those gorgeous, piercing blue eyes. It's her! The only one of these nameless sex-trafficking victims who stared into your eyes with a defiant glare. She's glaring at you still, even as she pants heavily from her exertions. She's still malnourished, underweight, weak. The punches she threw had absolutely no force behind them. From the look of how unkempt she is even after her enchanted sleep, it's all she can do to stand on her own two feet.
Even still, she has the temerity of will to resist your hypnosis. She's struggling; you can see it in the way she totters on her feet, clearly fighting the urge to step forward and obey your unspoken commands.
Astounding. Truly astounding. You're impressed, truly you are! What admirable force of will. A true gem in the rough, this girl is. Such potential!
You'll undoubtedly have to keep an eye on the minion you make out of this girl. If she's this impressive now… You're curious to see what she'll become after she's been thoroughly and utterly ruined. Violated in body and spirit. Used, abused, and bent to your every whim.
Oh you can't wait~
You recast your body-puppeteering spell with those thoughts in mind. Abruptly, this nameless waif ceases her struggles. She steps forward robotically, with jerky motions, not nearly as smoothly as the rest of her 'sisters' to stand by her own pod at the far end of the room.
Hmm. One more headcount's probably in order, just to ensure that there aren't any more unexpected surprises. You count quickly, your eyes briefly skimming each girl's nude body, your gaze lingering on their cute faces, breasts, and exposed crotches. Mmh. You've certainly got a bevy of delicious treats waiting to be converted. Small-busted, large-breasted. Short and curvy, taller and thinner. Brown hair, blonde, black…
The smile that curls across your lips is certainly a cruel and avaricious one. Oh, you can't wait to see what kind of cute minions you'll get out of this lot. Ooh, the anticipation is killing you; you can already feel your netherlips beginning to moisten…
Ah, that's enough edging.
Let the minion conversion begin!
With a mental command, each girl walks into their pod. You watch, your breath becoming heavier as each girl lies down on their own bed of writhing tentacles. One by one, they settle themselves in. And then one by one, each pod closes around each one of your new minions.
It's only then that you kill the body-puppeteering spell. You watch with glee as each pod distends, the girls within struggling within their confines. You listen with rapture as muffled squeals and screams fill the room, interspersed with moans of wanton pleasure as the aphrodisiac slime coating the insides of each pod really starts to work at lowering your minions' inhibitions.
That's when the squelching noises begin, the carnal sounds of flesh ravaging flesh. You can't see what each of your minions is going through right now, but you can certainly imagine it. Trapped inside fleshy cocoons dripping with mind-eroding aphrodisiac, feeling the sensation of thousands of fleshy protuberances constantly pressing up against your body, constantly stimulating your body…
Actually you don't even have to imagine it; you were the one who tested these pods out on yourself earlier. Mmh. The sensation of being brought to screaming orgasm after orgasm as each of your holes was utterly and thoroughly violated…
Ahn~
It's almost a shame you don't have a spare pod to play around with while you wait for your minions to be thoroughly broken in and modified. Because these pods aren't just for ravaging the cuties you've picked up into blissful broken messes.
They're also for modifying your prospective minions to your exact specifications. Bones, to be reshapen. Organs interlinked for resiliency. Facial features modified to your every whim. Appendages to be added if you so desire. Flesh is the material from which you sculpt from, and these girls are like clay to be molded to your whim.
It's too bad the process'll take the rest of the week. You could rush it, but it's honestly better to be thorough.
Although… That does present its own sort of fun. You eye the last pod, the pod with that peculiarly resistant girl with the most gorgeous pair of eyes you've seen in a long, long while…
… And you walk over to snap on the recording functions of the pod. Within its fleshy interior, a Virtusim capture device beeps on. A perfect simulated capture of all of this victim's experiences, to be saved to your Virtusim headset for later use.
Why yes, you do fully intend to record this particular minion-breaking session. A Virtusim recording isn't just video and audio. Coupled with a headset, this recording will allow you to relive this girl's memories of her own debauchery. Something to truly bring you to the heights of pleasure while you're in bed later, playing with yourself. Mmh, you can't wait to relive this girl's corruption. Each and every one of her breathy pants, her squeals of unbridled pleasure, the way the thick tentacles distend her all too delicate, sensitive holes and tease the sensitive buds of her nipples, her clit...
You cum lightly at the thought, knees going weak for just a moment. Haaah~
The stimulation's just too much~!
Hee. How long will the Virtusim last? It'll only end when this defiant blue-eyed girl bends to your whims, how long will that take? How long will it be before all she can think about is plaintive begging for her endless, pleasurable hell to end?
A day? A week like you originally intended?
Ooh, you're dying to find out~