Psionic Abuse

A commission for Selth

There is something very wrong here. He does not know what it is yet, but Selth can sense it on the humid swamp air. The black dragon's white underbelly rubs against the odd moss covered rock as he keeps low to the swampland. Eyes, demonically glowing eyes are watching him from a distance, he can make them out only in his peripheral vision. Each time he turns to look directly at them they seem to disappear, it is almost as if there is a blind spot in his brain that he has to trick into going away.

Xallithid, for that is this alien being's name, is observing the feral black dragon closely. It does not take all to much time for the illithid to reach his decision. This shall be his next... well, servant the last one failed him on a personal matter. Dragons are not complicated, the mind flayer has already had practise with their uncomplicated minds; just a tug on this thought here and slip in a suggestion there. Across the darkly lit swamp the Cthulhu-esque purple creature's mind reaches out for the drake's.

Psionic forces warp and twist the reptile's mind. Before he can respond in any meaningful way, tentacles seem to rise up out of the swamp waters. Glowing green lengths with squid like suckers at their ends reach out to grab him. He roars and throws his weight backwards trying to break away. It is nowhere near enough and the disturbing appendages are already dragging him away. Swamp mud and water goes flying as he thrashes about, roaring and flapping his wings to cause even more of a fuss. Dragons are anything if not fighters and the illithid needs to refocus itself. Of course the tentacles themselves are not real, well not these ones anyway, but it is a very powerful illusion.

From Selth's perspective the tentacles are now dragging him deeper into the swamplands. The source of tentacles appear to be shifting from an invisible portal underneath the waters, most disconcerting since there is nothing for him to attack. Anytime he seems to manage clawing, biting or dissolve one off with acid another one just latches into place on his body. Suddenly there is an opening in the ground before. Before he can even see it the dragon's black and white body is falling, slipping and sliding down a muddy inclination.

Coming to a rest the first thing he notices are dim lights on clay walls with twisted vines serving as decoration. The tentacles are gone now, but as he looks back and up from where he came the drake cannot see any light or otherwise any exit out if here. Refusing to panic in any meaningful way he gets up on all fours and starts looking around.

It is a small consolation that the ceiling is high enough for him. But this cavernous room does not provide anything other than room and lighting. After a moment he realises that it is some sort of hallway, although an exceedingly wide one even for his proportions. More, barely visible lights, seem to be ahead of him leading deeper into this place. Double checking behind him Selth cannot find his original entry and so decides to follow the hallway, or tunnel as it should be called, to its liner end.

As he slowly walks down the this dank dark place, everything seems to be getting fuzzier as he makes progress. Things are on the edges of his visions, shadows and gaps appear then disappear. Something is wrong, very terribly wrong, but he is still oblivious to the force that is working against him. At the end of the tunnel there is a room, or perhaps a dungeon, if we were to describe it by using exact human terminology. In that room the illithid is waiting, this is the creature's own dark abode. Along this long walk the black drake's mind is being subverted, only the surface elements though as the mind flayer will need more direct contact for the final mental butchering.

Selth now reaches this room, at a double doored entrance which has skulls and even more macabre elements set into its features. They swing open for him, and the dragon can sense a warm light inside, drawing him onwards. His claws are sinking into moss covered ground, there is a shrill chill in the air, but for some reason everything feels cosier and more inviting to the reptile. So he walks right on in and that is the last time he had anything even remotely resembling a choice.

Almost right away Selth turns to face the creature. It is an abomination, not only in the harsh substance of the real, but also in the more pudgy substrate of the psychic. With an aura of psionic energy, being this close to the illithid is twisting the dragon's picture of him. The sickly purple skin, the demonic glowing eyes and long phallic tendrils from his face should be revolting to the drake. However somehow they look beautiful to him, everything about this creature before Selth is of such awesome, majestic, weepingly pleasing aesthetics that he simply cannot resist wanting to touch him.

Xallithid is a monster, plain and simple, with a predatory mind which quite literally feeds upon the minds of others. However right now this servant of Cthulhu has a different hunger than the one for grey matter right now. As his psionic influence continues to warp and influence the tall black dragon, the illithid starts to remove his purple and black ritualistic robes. Black claws let go of the fabric and they float away on a bed of telekinetic energy to land gently on a table behind him. Now standing in his full glory, the mind flayer's crotch writhes with yet another abomination: his throbbing hard phallus.

An iridescent green length towers from out of the purple creature's pelvis. Its head is layered, almost plated in texture, and its underside is peppered with suckers. Yet even more disturbing are the four glowing blue tentacles with end with squid like graspers and accompany the large green penis. Staring at this frightening male equipment, Selth feels no revulsion, no conflict over this new rooted thought. Opening his mouth, the dragon gingerly asks one simple question.

"May I?"

But this is not enough fun for the illithid, he wants something a little more... kinky. His horizontal slitted, teal glowing eyes shift to some equipment on the floor and more of it hanging from the ceiling. Chains connecting shackles to hooks which are deeply set into the moss covered stone surfaces are waiting to be used. Reaching his hand out the mind flayer begins to manipulate them with telekinetic energy. With alarm Selth sees ethereal tentacles hold the shackles up and then suddenly dart towards him. He roars and stumbles backwards, suddenly wanting to get out and away but the binds quickly find his legs and his tail. He is bound and held tight down here with the illithid.

"Yesssss." It is an overly dramatic lisp, but Xallithid likes to be a little dramatic. Circling around his captured prey he starts to push his psionic will upon him. Alien thoughts, foreign consciousness intrude upon an already strained mind. The dragon can feel a strange heat come down upon his scales. He starts to sweat and is panting hard in the chains. Between and underneath his hind legs his dragonhood is starting to push out, the tip dribbling profusely.

A black clawed purple hand starts to stroke the underside of the dragon's tail. This causes a thrilling tingling to come back down and around the drake's tailhole. He shudders, cock throbbing at its full turgid size as his will to fight the chains disappears. The illithid makes sure the beast's tail is firmly held up and over his back before moving his hands onto the feral male's rump cheeks. They squeeze away and Selth flexes in response, his entire body is being affected by the touch of the mind flayer's mind and body.

Psionic emanations are only one part of the creature's assault. The towering green malehood is brought to bear, like a cannon pointed at a defenceless target. First he spreads the dragon out with his class sinking into his tight sphincter. Selth moans and roars in response, chains clinking with his restricted movements. Now though the four blue tentacles come into play ahead of his throbbing monster cock. They press against the white inner edges of his cheeks, stretching his tailhole out wider and wider

"This is the fun part." The illithid's voice is dripping with perverted amusement. He moves his hands away from the reptile and grabs the chains which head up to the ceiling for anchorage. His dick is rock hard, its multi-foot length drooling with a mildly anaesthetising pre. Xallithid thrusts forward, something of a glazed expression in his slitted green as he does so.

The black and white dragon feels the long and wide dick plunge inside of him followed by an odd numbing. It is the prejuices, they do not take away the pain, nor the pleasure, but just keep him from going into a shock that would render him unconscious. Fucking the bound beast however he feels like it, the mind flayer carves a path through confined rectum and bowels. Roars are echoing just after whimpers in the cavernous room as the suckers on the underside kiss away at the dragon's innermost fleshy walls. Tears run down the sides of his feral face, red eyes squinting almost completely shut. It is amazing how the mind flayer is using his blue crotch tentacles to latch onto the feral's big juicy butt. In fact just two are required and it is with shockingly electric touch that the drake discovers the other two head off to start groping and rubbing at his own drooling length.

The physical exertion of being fucked so completely and surprisingly powerfully by this alien male are only a part of Selth's worries. As his butt is pounded by the surprisingly well equipped illithid, the psychic link is starting to grown. Physical contact, of the intimate kind, is permitting more and more subversive thoughts, fragments of consciousness to find his core consciousness. Innermost ideology is twisted, esoteric emotion is caught and one by one the natural defences to one's individuality are torn down. Selth is caught between the erotic pleasures he is facing and the terrifying thought of losing himself to this abomination. However as another torrent of pleasure washes over him he cannot resist.

"Yessss. Feel my power you primitive beast and let it consume you!" The mind flayer is starting to lose his own reserve now. Throwing his body against the other male is phallus is going all the way to the hilt. An amazingly tight tailhole means that his erection is not merely a means to an end any longer. Sweat is added to the usually sticky mucus covered purple skin of the illithid. His heartbeat races, his penis faster and harder deep inside of his hot prey's ass. He is going to lose it, internal testicles are boiling to be put into action but he is not there yet.

Spores of xenocogito are almost done infesting the dragon's mind. His identity and his ability to think for himself are being crushed underneath an overriding need to serve, to be directed by, to belong to the mind flayer; mind, body and soul are all his now. Just in time too as a threefold detonation occurs. It starts with Selth, his red phallus twitching erratically before jets of white eject from the head to splash onto the moss coved floor. Both of them can feel his spunk as it spreads into a wide puddle between their digits. A second detonation involves the physical orgasm of Xallithid. Flaring into an ever so slightly larger ungodly proportion his raging hard on delivers a flood of monster feed. It fills and fills, no escape due to the thick organ keeping Selth's tailhole bottled up. The illithid's facial tentacles are dancing around as he moans loudly behind his beast of cum bearing burden.

Lastly is the third detonation of psionic might. Although mostly psychic in nature, there is some telekinetic feedback which shakes the chains and entire room ever so slightly. The bulk of it is the final invisible lock for the thrall process to be complete upon the feral dragon. His body shivers and convulses not just from his orgasm, but from the overwhelming psionic domination that squeezes his little mind like a stress ball. It is complete now, nothing of free will or true individuality is left. As Xallithid pulls back out of the reptile, his iridescent green cock comes free and a great outpouring of seed falls like a waterfall or water fountain. He chuckles behind is tentacles, amused by the manner in which the previously proud beast twitches and shudders from his purely physical release.

Slowly he starts to walk back to the front, keeping a hand on the dragon's back to stroke him on the way. When he comes to the mane of white hair he stops and plays with it for a bit, then carries on. As he turns to look into the drake's red eyes he looks for any sign of impulse, any hint at rejection of the psychic domination he has inflicted. Only empty shadows and a drive for the most basic of gratifications such as sex remains. Please that everything is as it should the illithid removes all bindings.

"Now you will do as I say won't you?" Just one more check, verbal commands.

"Yes, master." A hollow tone replies.

"Good. You will now guard my study here. There are, others, I must collect." The mind flayer watches as his new dragon walks into a corner and lays down where he can see the only exit he knows of. Red eyes remain unnaturally open with no blinking or deviation. Fastening his robes on the illithid is pleased with the complicit attitude Selth is displaying.

As he starts to walk towards the Xallithid hears the slave's voice call to him asking for him to return soon. Turning back he locks green eyes with the dragon's red ones and says.

"Don't worry. There'll be plenty more for you to do when I return, my innocent little drake."