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{Ashley Graham POV}
I run through the woods, my jacket the only thing keeping the branches of the underbrush from slashing against my arms. I keep my head down to avoid low hanging branches, anything to get away. The incomprehensible voices behind me are fading away. "Maybe I've lost them..." I think to myself. Not wanting to find out if I'm wrong, I keep running.
"This can't be happening..." I exhale. Just yesterday, maybe longer... I don't know how long I was out, but... I was at college, wondering which party I was going to waste my weekend on, but now... Here I am being chased through... whatever this place was by whatever these people are. I had thought that the church was the worst of it, that all I needed to do was to get out of the building, away from those robed people, find help... once I found the village, I thought I was safe but... those people came after me too, tried to drag me back. Now, here I am... I see the trees ahead of me begin to thin, the light of the setting sun growing brighter with the lack of canopy.
I skid to a stop as I process the cliff in front of me. I almost tumble over it but my jacket, my poor jacket, gets snagged on a branch. I hear a sharp tear and a snap of wood as I try to plant my shoes in something solid, trying to get a hold of the ground, kicking a fistful of dirt and gravel over the edge as I slow myself. I nearly scream when my sight goes over the edge, but I choke it back, I don't have anywhere to go if those people find me. I need to be quiet.
"I'm ok" I whisper to myself. "I'm ok... I'm-"
I cover my mouth as I start coughing. I feel something warm and wet between my fingers, I look down and see red. "Is this... blood?" Maybe its from all those hours of screaming for help, locked in a dusty, dank old room, maybe it was from running close to a mile through the woods afterwards, gasping for breath, straining my throat. I don't know but... something doesn't feel right, something is cramping in my chest, not my rapidly beating heart or my gasping for air lungs, despite the strain I've put on them, no... This is something different...
"What's happening to me?" I ask myself. before I can put more thought into it, a crack of thunder rolls through the trees as storm clouds threaten to swallow the quickly setting sun. It's going to rain soon. I slip out of my ruined jacket, throwing it over the edge of the cliff. I've seen enough crime shows, I at least know not to leave a trail for them to follow. A trickle of rain starts to fall on me, I need to find shelter and fast.
I see a hole in the cliff face further down, probably another quarter mile away, small windows in the rock alongside it, as well as an old path and a rickety scaffolding bridge leading to it. There's no way I can do this, the wood looks half rotten and the metal is rusted... I should find something else- I hear movement in the trees behind me, not knowing if its an animal or something worse. I make my choice and start heading to the cave, carefully walking across the wood, each creak is only slightly less terrifying than the thought of being found again. I'm about three quarters of the way there when it starts to rain in earnest, needing to move slower to avoid slipping now, but becoming entirely soaked in the process, the wool of my sleeveless sweater clings to me. I make it to the cave, one of the last boards sliding off as I step off the bridge into the tunnel.
"I just want to go home..."
I walk further through the tunnel, the fading sunlight nearly drowned out by the storm clouds filters through the windows. At least I can still see, but... not for much longer. as I walk further, feeling along the walls, I begin to hear something. it almost sounds like rapid, random typing sound, moving from place to place. "What is that?" The sound stops as I whisper. I feel my hand wrap around something metal, some sort of lever on the wall. I pull it, finding it to be stiff. I put my full weight into it, which isn't much, and I end up falling on my back as it snaps from up to down. after a few moments, torches begin to light along the walls, dimly illuminating the cave. as I open my eyes, looking from left to right, my back still on the stone floor, I see nothing, but when I tilt my head up, I see it, across the room.
There is the body of what was probably once a cow, dead, torn apart, and on it, there is a large, crab-scorpion thing latched onto it, looking straight at me. I nearly scream and jump to my feet. My back hits the wall, I open my mouth to scream and instead, all I do is cough. More blood drips to the ground, I feel my chest tighten and then... something far worse... I feel something move inside my body, I feel a pinch under my skin and I nearly double over. I look back to the cat sized bug, I see it's tendrils begin to pull out of its meal, causing the corpse to jerk and it slowly begins to approach me.
"Stay away..." My defiant shout comes out as little more than a whisper as I nearly fall into another coughing fit. I fall to my hands and knees. I feel the bug's pointed leg step on my shoulder with a soft jab to my arm, followed by another on my back. I try to swat it away as it climbs onto me but only manage to knock myself off balance. It adjusts it's legs and suddenly I feel it's countless tendrils shoot into the skin of my lower back. My entire body arches upwards as I feel them slide into my flesh, I nearly shout out, not in the pain I was expecting but... why does it feel good? I can feel them burrowing into my flesh, it should hurt, but it doesn't, even as they wrap around my spine... It feels almost...
"What're you doing to me?!?" Tears begin to flow down my face even as my body and mind try to make sense of this invasion when I slowly begin to feel my fingers twitch. I didn't do that. "... w-what?" The creature presses it's underside against my back, it's long legs wrap around my stomach, cutting into the fabric of my sweater as it nestles into me, digging it's tentacles further, coiling up my spine. It slowly stands me up, I nearly fall back as it struggles to control my body. I feel my legs move, one foot in front of the other, jerkily and floppily walking forward, deeper into the cave that I, with every fiber of my being, regret walking into.
"Let me go... Please..."
I see a room ahead, my body continues to move forward with no more grace than when I started. When I enter, I see some sort of large stone slab in the back center of the room, against the far wall, like where people put a bed in their room. There's something draped over it, some sort of red banner with a symbol on it... The same one from the church, it almost looks like... The same bug that's on my back... The one that's controlling me.
My eyes go wide as I realize what's going on... These creatures, these parasites, the one that's controlling me... The people, they're being controlled too... the thing inside me is...
"... No..." it continues to guide me. I feel myself crawl onto the stone, the alter... How did I know to call it that? And kneel. The squirming inside me continues and another wave of what I expect to be nausea hits me, except... It's not nausea. I feel heat begin to grow inside me from my chest... Comfort... The thought scares and confuses me. These things are making me feel good, making me want this... I try to shake my head but don't get very far. I do, however, see something glint on the stone from the corner of my view, an old knife.
I reach out for it and somehow, I'm successful. My fingers twitch around the handle, gripping it. I lift it up. I have one chance, I can stab the bug on my back, the Plagas... I shouldn't know that name... and at least get free, at least for a little bit longer. I bring the knife close... and slip it under my sweater gently, my hand betrays me. I slowly cut upwards through the soaked, heavy fabric, the cold tip pressed against my skin but not breaking it, not hurting me, as I tear through my clothes. The ruined fabric falls away from me, even the back of it where the Plagas is falls away too, looking like its melted somehow, or chewed away. I continue to kneel, the knife clatters onto the stone as my fingers release it, the Plagas no longer needing a blade as it would seem. I heavily blush as I feel how revealed I am, my arms limp to the side, kneeling on the alter in only a bra, skirt and panties. I don't say anything, not even knowing what I would say.
I feel a pleasant.. NO, not pleasant pulsating in my chest, feeling it between each heartbeat as whatever's inside me continues to grow, along with it's influence... Why did I think that? It's so powerful that I almost don't feel the Larger Plagas, the one on my back, slip it's tail between my legs... Almost... I feel it press against my panties, soaking them in slime... not wanting to believe they were already wet from my own body. "Mmm..." I feel my eyes close as I moan, before they shoot back open again. What am I doing?
"No! Stop! Please don't!" The creature ignores me for all but half a second. I feel it's tail push my panties aside and begin to rub. I look down in shame with what little movement I can still manage above the neck, and I see a small pool of water dripping from above. I look into my reflection, look into my own gold-yellow pupils, something I've always thought was beautiful about my self... I blink and see them turn a solid red. I blink again in confusion and see them back as they're meant to be, except... A small ring of crimson remains. I look away as I feel the Plagas' tail move faster. it rears like a snake, and then...
"AH!" it plunges into me. even if I can't see it, I can feel my eyes pulse red again... red like the eyes of the people who chased me here... I feel the Plagas pump in and out of me. I can't stop it... "You can't stop it..." The voice is my own, but I didn't try to speak, even if it was from my mouth... Tears continue to streak down my face as it fucks me, takes me for the first time in my life. The Plagas inside me continues to pulsate, faster and faster, almost a steady vibration... a frequency... I feel it spreading through my body like a spilt liquid, even if I'm entirely limp from the neck down. The tail is pumping deeper and deeper into me, bit by bit, my own body is betraying me... It's feeling better and better by the moment... Part of me is enjoying it, some sick, twisted part that I can only believe was put there against my will by the parasites... I try to block it out, try to bite my lip to block out the pleasure with pain, but I feel myself smile instead, almost drunkenly as I let out another moan.
"Ohhh..."
It's so deep inside me, deeper than anything I could have imagined, than anything else could ever feel... I clench around it, my own pussy is milking this parasites tail as it defiles me... I'm the president's daughter for God's sake... The most popular girl at my college, and I feel myself getting off to some bug raping me... "It's not rape if you want it..." I hear my voice again... it's high pitched, dreamy, as if I'm loving this... "I do love this..."
I feel The tail hit something inside me, press against it... My cervix... I'm nearly there... almost at the edge of another cliff... once I fall in... The tail slips inside my womb and spits open, I feel countless tiny tendrils begin to squirm inside of me, a wave of burning hot fluid fill my core... The pulsating in my chest explodes outwards as I feel my orgasm finally rock my body... my head goes limp, my eyes close and I let out a long exhale.
I went quietly into the night...
I open my eyes and look deeply into the pool of water, into my own, hypnotically red pupils.
I was wrong. so wrong. I shouldn't have been resisting, I want this. I know that now. I look at my face, seeing the new me... The real me, I correct myself, for the first and final time. My skin is paler now, far paler, highlighting my eyes even more. I don't see any emotion anymore. I don't need to show expression, my master knows I love them. My entire body is paler now, even with what's left of my clothing, I look far more beautiful. I can see, just above my cleavage, large, root like veins pushing my skin upwards. I move my hand up, I don't need to be restrained anymore, now that I understand, and gently trace my fingertips over the pulsating veins, lovingly.
The Plagas on my back begins to retract it's tail from my pussy and tentacles from my back, no longer needing to control me directly, knowing that my thoughts are no longer incorrect, and drops down onto the alter to look up at me. I know what I need to do now. I need to thank it for showing me how wrong I was. I climb down from the alter and kneel again, on the cold floor of the cave now, my face level with The Plagas. I lean forward, open my mouth, and kiss the tip of it's tail. It splits open and latches on, kissing me back. I feel it's tendrils slither against my lips, I open them obediently and let them crawl onto my tongue. I lick them, I taste them, I let them squirm down my throat with joy.
I can't believe how wrong I was, why did I ever try to fight this? It feels so good... so right... I feel the tentacles crawl further into my body. I feel the Plagas in my chest more prominently now that I've accepted it as a part of me, it's body softly swishing back and forth between my vital organs yet somehow feeling more important than my heart and lungs, it's own tendrils wrapping around my spine and nervous system, I need to thank this one too. I cup my own boobs through the white fabric of my bra and begin to massage them, moaning into the lips of the other Plagas' tail. I feel something inside me... a noise... a vibration... I feel it crawling up my spine and into my brain where it takes form. I don't need words to understand it. I reach up and unclasp my bra, letting it fall between my legs, letting my boobs jiggle free as I continue to pleasure them, rubbing my nipples between my fingers.
I've never felt more free than I do now, I should have never resisted. To feel the cold air on my skin, to see how beautiful I am... To let these wonderful creatures pleasure me how I now know I've always wanted... I moan again. The main tail of the Outer Plagas begins to squirm, I see noticeable bulges within it, moving up towards my lips. I softly nod and accept it into my body... a black, sludge like fluid begins to fill my mouth, oh god, it tastes as sweet as nectar and feels even better on my tongue. The old me, the wrong me would have hated this... Instead, I swallow greedy gulps of the parasites fluids, feeling it slosh in my stomach and coat the inside of my throat. I orgasm again, my pussy clenches around nothing as my body softly spasms at every glob of fluid. I drink it all.
After what feels like hours but couldn't have even been a minute, the tip detaches from my lips, spraying one last wave of the fluid onto my body, the black ichor on my porcelain white skin looks so pretty. I begin to rub it into my pores, taking a splatter of it onto my fingers and licking it, softly sucking my own digit just to get more of the taste. It fed me and the Plagas growing inside me. it was so otherworldly. I feel the fluid soaking into me, coursing through my veins, my body doesn't even resist it anymore. I feel it flowing through me, under my skin, through my organs, into my brain... it makes me feel all fuzzy and thoughtless inside. I almost feel like smiling.
I clip my bra back on, not sure why I did, but... Some part of me feels better with it on, as if a piece of my old self is still there and is quieter with more clothing on than less. I let the outer Plagas crawl back onto me and nestle itself against my back once more. Its tendrils slip back under my skin, around my spine... Not controlling, just... Making itself at home... Yes, I'm it's home, it's host. This is my home too. I feel something new, something strange, unfamiliar, but not at all unwanted. I feel a number of of it's tendrils begin to coil around my body, not under my skin, but rather hugging it. they wrap around my boobs, slipping between my bra, sill unsure of why I'm wearing it, before another pair begins to crawl around my neck, holding me like a choker... or rather a collar, before sliding further upwards. I feel them press against my ears before they slither inside. My hand goes to my crotch immediately, slipping two then three fingers inside as I feel them crawling into my ears... deeper and deeper like a pair of worms invading my head. I welcome them, I feel their fullness occupy an emptiness I never realized was there before.
"Ohhhhhh YES!!!"
I orgasm as they reach my brain, falling onto my ass atop the alter as I continue to finger myself zealously. I feel them. I feel them in my brain. They slip between the folds of my mind, holding on like roots as they explore, pressing into all of the right places. I press one hand to the side of my head as the other continues to find out how many fingers my pussy can hold.
I sadly don't figure it out as the tail pushes my fingers aside and latches it's tip onto my vagina, suckling it as it's tendrils slither inside, drinking another orgasm... how many was this? four? five? one long, never ending cum-spasm? that sounds nice. A realization dawns on me. I am wearing the Las Plagas, it's wrapped around my body like living clothing. I feel its legs tighten around my stomach as it presses it's long body against my back once more. I feel so... Welcome, so whole in it's embrace. I lick my own fluids off of my now un-used hand... Tasting more of the black sludge... it must be dripping out of my womb from when it first fucked me... I wonder what that might do.
I simply lean back on the alter, the length of the tail slips between my ass cheeks, vibrating nicely against my back door as I settle onto my seat... My throne... I rest my hand behind me as I look down at myself. Filthy, defiled, and utterly ecstatic. My old life as the President's daughter is thankfully over, now I can start my new life with nothing holding me back... however, there's only one more thing I need to do... I need to commit to a new pledge of allegiance, one that I truly believe
"I, Ashley Graham, submit to Las Plagas... I will forever be yours... I will forever be your puppet, forever your willing slave... My mind, body and soul belong entirely to Los Illuminados... I obey... I obey... Yes Lord Saddler..."
I orgasm at the words and my body collapses, utterly exhausted. As I slip away from consciousness, I do something I never thought I'd do again.
I Smile