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Today was your favorite day! Breeding day! You started your morning eagerly doing your chores for your master, Zusrall. Your illithid master glides into the room, seating himself for breakfast as you bring them their meal. A plate of eggs and brains. You are patient, eating your own meal quietly while waiting for Zusrall to finish. He can sense your excitement for the day’s events. You are a human thrall in Oryndoll.
“I have a special surprise for you when we get to the Breeding Pen.” Zusrall’s deep psionic voice rings temptingly in your mind. Your perk to attention and the small grin on your face finds itself widening. You know he’s not going to tell you, but you’ve enjoyed all your master’s other surprises thus far. You wonder what it could be. Maybe he’s finally convinced Erux to let you have fun with their prize thrall. “You’re not missing out. You don’t even know that thrall’s name. Erux breeds poor stock anyway.” Your master intrudes into your thoughts.
You chuckle softly out of embarrassment. “Sorry. It’s safe to assume the surprise isn’t that then… I’ll try not to bother you about that anymore.” You apologize to Zusrall. The illithid stands from his breakfast, having finished his plate. He gets your leash and collar out of their storage nook. “Come.” Your master commands. Without hesitation, you move closer to Zusrall. He gingerly clasps the collar around your neck. “I assure you, after today you won’t be thinking about that thrall anymore. I have something far better for you.” Zusrall teased. “No way! Did you get a prize tiefling thrall?!” You ask, getting even more excited. A laughter resounds in your mind. “Not quite. I think I did even better.” Your master teases. You wonder what could be even better than that… Your master seems amused by your curiosity.
Soon your questions would finally have answers when you approach The Breeding Pen. It was good and cheap for it’s illithid customers. It was free motivation for you. While the breeding pen does have private rooms for more shy thralls, there is a decent orgy going on in the main breeding area. There was even a drow woman being bred by human men. Any thoughts of worshiping Lolth have since been stripped away. As you stare at the scene before you, feeling more aroused by the moment, Zusrall tugs at your leash to pull you forward. You are snapped back to attention by the cold iron lightly pressing against your neck. “Come. I have a far better place than the main pen today.” Your master tells you. You watch your master curiously as he starts leading you to a dimly lit room. His tendrils writhe in excitement. Your master’s surprise for you must be very special indeed.
Your eyes scan the faces in the room. There were three of them. All of them were illithids and acquaintances your master knew. If memory serves you right, their names were Vizaness, Thesrassk, and Dallimeze. “If you haven’t figured it out by now, my dear thrall, we’re going to be the ones pleasuring you. You’ve been so good and obedient, I think you deserve a special reward. A few… Associates of mine wished to accompany me and I simply couldn’t deny sharing with such good allies.” Zusrall explains. You feel your face flush. You’ve thought about how your pleasure pleases him since your first trip to The Breeding Pen. You feel them all probing your mind for a reaction. All of them could sense your answer: Desire. The desire to please. You also feel a certain shyness. Your cheeks feel hot as you wonder what will happen next.
Zusrall slowly pulls off your loose robes, as if unwrapping a gift in a careful manner. Then they are unceremoniously dropped to the floor. When given silent psionic permission, the others approach. You flash a shy and nervous smile to Vizaness. “So cute…” An almost feminine voice enters your mind. Vizaness cups your chin with a tentacle. You shiver from the feeling of Thesrassk’s nails running down your back. “They’re so eager to submit from just a touch. You’ve gained a fine thrall, Zusrall.” Thesrassk compliments. Dallimeze’s hand trails down your chest as one of their tentacles caresses your cheek. “I sense this one has much to offer…”
Your master removes your leash and collar. “On your knees.” Zusrall’s command is the loudest in your mind above all the other’s voices. You obey without hesitation. You feel beneath you a soft pad of moss, keeping your knees safe from the hard stone floors.Your master’s fingertips brush through your hair and across your neck. You close your eyes in bliss at Zusrall’s touch. They gather a handful of your hair with a calculated, gentle precision and push your head down. You are bending over, kneeling at their mercy. Your master’s tentacles and fingertips trail down your entire body which ends with their hands giving a firm squeeze to your hips. Your master’s touch leaves you wanting more. Zusrall sits upon a nearby chair, making you kneel before him. “You are a perfect thrall, and I enjoy seeing you kneel before us.”
Soon you are overtaken by the sensation of several hands and tentacles, slowly exploring every inch of you. Your mind is slowly getting hazy as your mind is assaulted by lewd thoughts. “Cute.” “There’s a good spot.” “So obedient…I wonder what will happen if I do this?” You begin to feel them growing ever bolder. You aren’t sure who is touching what anymore as you feel a tentacle rubbing between your legs. You feel a jolt of pleasure as you give into the feeling, looking up at your master with awe and a desire for approval. You swear you heard a soft moan from him. “Oh yes… Right there.” You begin letting out soft moans yourself. The thoughts of having sex with humanoid thralls slowly began to fade from your mind. You needed this. You craved it all along.
As if reacting to your mental confession, the tentacles begin entering you. You grab at your master’s ankle for anything to hold onto. A mental force beyond your control keeps you pinned to the floor, yet you have no desire to resist it. The feeling of being trapped only increases your arousal. You feel an urge to put Zusrall’s tentacle in your mouth. Your master decides to indulge this urge. The scent of vanilla and garlic fills your nostrils as the tentacle slowly pushes its way into your mouth. You are soon lost in a world of pleasure. Where one thought ends and another begins, you can no longer be sure. The illithids themselves seem to be getting lost in the sensation as well. You begin to shiver and squirm, desperately trying to drive the tentacles deeper into you. They oblige your every desire, working to bring you closer to your climax. Zusrall’s eyes roll back. Your mind is bombarded with praise as you entertain your master and his guests.
Perhaps you merely imagined it, but you swore you could sense them turning shivering and squirming with you. The thought that you could pleasure anyone with nothing but your raw emotion had never occurred to you until now. Humanoid partners would never feel the same again. It felt like one big feedback loop of pleasure which only continued to build. ”Right there. Don’t stop… Almost there!!” You mentally beg. You hold as still as best you can. Your voice strains as your entire body trembles. “I’m going to…!” You whimper, unable to finish your sentence as you cry out, pleasure washing over you. You’re completely overwhelmed, writhing against the floor as tentacles suddenly pull themselves from you. You are all in a pleasured daze. “Thank you, Master. This was the best gift I’ve ever received…” You express your gratitude.
“Only the best for my favored thrall.”
Your body shimmers slightly in the dim lighting, covered in illithid slime. You smelled like them. Your master brings you up to your feet and softly cups his hand under your chin. “Look at you… You got yourself all dirty.” Zusrall playfully scolds you. You are brought to another room where two other thralls gently clean you with warm and soapy water. You get dressed in your loose and revealing robes once more.
There’s a big smile on your face as your master once again puts the collar around your neck. The smile never left your face as you walk back to your master’s home with him, the thoughts of what occurred can’t help but replay in your mind. You catch yourself wondering if you’ll do it again. To which your curiosity is met with “Perhaps we shall do this again, my favored thrall…”