[Warning: Contains Scenes of Mind Control, Mind Break, Tentacles, Monsters and Non-Consent]

Niah waited patiently. Her captors would pay for thinking she was helpless, chained to a wall. They had been rough with her of course, but nothing she wasn't used to. Her long black hair was a mess of tangles, and her body was sweaty in the dungeons heat. She was fully nude, but that was expected with barbarians like these. A little ogling never hurt anyone.

And still, revenge was coming soon.

Her three clones would have her free in no time. At any point, she could summon an exact copy of herself. Once she removed the spell and it disappeared, all of its experiences would immediately transfer into her own mind. Getting captured but getting access into the enemies camp? It was an easy trade.

It had been a few days since they had "ambushed" her outside of a town. Another few hours, and she would dispell her clones. That would be plenty of time got information gathering.

A brute of a man opened her cell door. He smirked down at her through his bushy brown beard. "You seem happy with yourself, finally used to being a wall decoration?"

Niah spit at his feet "No, just imagining your head rolling on the floor." Her clones had to be nearby. Maybe she'd get the pleasure of seeing this man die.

The man gave a laugh deep from his gut. "Oh? And who would make that happen? You? Or," the man leaned close to her and whispered. "What about those clones we caught?"

Niah tried her best not to gasp. He had to be lying. Even if they were caught, she could make them disappear, and summon a new one right next to her. It took more energy, and all three needed to be disspelled before she could summon them. She was still in control though. She grinned "Clones? Sounds like a fairy tale"

Quick as lightning the man grabbed her by the hair. "I dont want to play games, I want you to see what we've done. They've squealed on you bitch. Fuck, did they squeal. Why don't you make one disappear and see for yourself?"

Niah felt more nervous now. He was better informed then he should have been. The situation was quickly getting out of hand. She needed a clone now. She took a breath, and released one of the clones.

The memories hit her like a storm.

---------Three Days Earlier--------

Niahs clone had been thrown into a cave, a rock put across the entrance. Darkness enveloped her. Somewhere ahead she could see the flickering of torches.

She made her way forward slowly. Sweat made the inside or her latex suit slick. It'd been stupid, getting caught like this. They'd force fed her something, and quickly shoved her into here. Wherever "here" was.

Her body was starting to feel hot, and she did her best to ignore it.

She peeked around the corner and saw a camp full of minotaurs. 9 feet tall, red skin with furry black manes, heavily muscled and with...huge...cocks...

Niah shook her head. What the hell had they given her? She needed to get moving, not salivate over thick, veiny horse cock that was almost dragging across the floor.

Niahs head felt fuzzy, but she did her best to sneak around the outside of the open area. Makeshift tents gave her cover, but any sound would echo across the walls. She crawled close to the ground, and was halfway there when her nipple brushed the ground.

A shock of arousal almost made her gasp. How the hell had her breast reached the floor? They had never been large enough to...

They were growing. Twice the size they'd been before and still going. She tried to move faster but the new weight slowed her down. Gods they were almost as bug as her head!

She was almost there. There had to be a way out, she could escape and-

She tripped.

Niah fell onto her chest and stomach, and gasped loudly at the sensations it brought. Her tits sang with pleasure at having been crushed between her and the floor. She grabbed at them, trying in vein to make them stop, but the touch just made it worse. She opened her eyes and almost screamed.

The minotaurs had gathered around her. Drool fell from they mouths, dripping onto the floor, onto her. Their cocks were stirring, swelling, lifting up in approval at the sight of their new toy.

Niah stood up, trying to run. A large hand grabbed her hair and yanked her back. Somehow even her hair gave off waves of pleasure when pulled. She kicked at the minotaurs, trying to keep them away. Her body was too vulnerable, who knows what would happen if they- if they-

Cocks pushed against her as she hung in the air by her hair. They twitched, eager to fill any hole they could find. And they would find them.

They threw her to the ground, and her ass instinctively rose up in the air. What the hell was wrong with her? She felt like a bitch in heat! She wanted to be filled to be ravaged.

Niah panted and looked up at the minotaurs behind her. Her ass swayed back and forth, begging them to take it.

They obliged.

The biggest minotaur grabbed her hips and drove his cock inside of her. The sensation made her mind go blank. All she could think of was the wonderful filling feeling.

The minotaur pulled back out and her mind returned to her. She needed to fight back, to run, anything but-

The cock returned, and her mind went blank again. She could hear a sound, some distant high pitched wail. And she realized with an jolt of humiliating arousal that it was her own moans echoing off the walls.

Another minotaur came around to her face and grabbed her long black hair. The tip of its delicious- no no just the tip of its cock was mere inches form her face. It smelled of sweat and dirt, radiating heat as it touched her lips.

The moment of wonder was quickly shattered. The minotaur thrusted forward, and the cock penetrated her throat with little resistance. Both cocks rammed in and out of her holes, so large it felt like their tips were meeting inside of her. What should have been painful was a symphony of pleasure and helplessness.

Her breasts bounced stupidly, leaking milk from the nipples. Other minotaurs greedily groped and abused her tits, drinking the milk that squirted forth.

Niah moaned great fully. All that mattered was the pleasure. She wanted more, more inside, more grabbing her, any and all abuse.

The minotaurs moved faster, and their cocks grew larger inside her. They were going to- to-

They came, and Niahs world exploded in orgasm.

Cum flowed inside her from both ends, neverending. Her stomach bulged, and the excess cum splashed onto the floor. Niah squealed in pleasure, muffled by the wonderful cock in her mouth.

She fell to the floor with a pathetic splat. She twitched and groaned in pleasure, coughing up cum. Such a waste she thought to herself.

A day passed, and her new identity was decided. She was their sow, a cow that was bred again and again for their pleasure. The only sounds she made were the squeals and moans, and one sound that defined her being.

"MOOOOOOOOO"!

---The Present----

The real Niah shuddered and went limp in her chains. The memories felt so real! She was lucky that she had never taken the drugs her clone had. Just the sensation of memory left her...sensitive.

"How did you like that?" The brute grinned at her. He grabbed her right tit suddenly, causing her to moan.

"MOOO-!" Niah moaned without thinking. She shut her mouth quickly, turning bright red from embarrassment.

The brute looked delighted "Ah so that's the one you saw. I hope you know she was still serving those taurs just an hour ago. Her milk was sweeter then the best of creams"

Niah spit at his face "Fuck you! You pigs will regret messing with me!"

The brute grabbed her face "Oh we've done more then mess with you, whore. Release another clone, see for your self!"

Niah swallowed. It terrified her, but she had no choice. It was her only chance for escape.

She braced herself and released a second clone.

-------Three days earlier-----

Niahs clone hid in a closet. The alarms had sounded, one of the others had probably been caught. It didn't matter, only one of them had to find something valuable.

A noise made her stop breathing. Someone was outside the closet door. After a minute of silence, Niah believed they had left.

Then the door locked.

Niah grabbed the handle, but it wouldn't budge. She was about to kick it in when something was inserted in the bottom crack of the door.

She couldn't see it in the darkness, but it made a wet slithering sound. She slowly lifted her leg. Whatever was put in there, she needed to get out. Just as she was about to kick, the thing lunged.

The thing was about a foot long, and it wrapped around her ankle like a wet warm tentacle. Niah gasped and tried to grab it, but it slipped inside the pant leg of her leather skin suit. It left a trail of wet slime as it slid upwards. She desperately tried to stop it, but it reached its goal.

It slid inside her pussy and Niah grabbed her mouth as a moan tried to escape. What the hell was this thing? Niah pulled at the leather crotch area, trying to tear through it. The tentacle wriggled inside of her, causing her body to grow hot.

The tentacle started growing, filling her. It quicklu grew longer, pushing put of her pussy and wrapping around her thighs. It was feeding off her sexual juices!

The tentacles filled her ass, and she gasped as the pleasure doubled. Her hands pounded against the door. She needed out, needed to find a knife, something to cut open the suit and remove the tentacles!

The tentacles wriggled inside of her suit in a disgustingly pleasurable way. They reached her tits and wrapped around them tightly. Something attached to her nipples, creating a suction feeling.

Niah gasped and groaned, feeling herself falling into the pleasure. No! This humiliation would not stand!

Niah stood shakily. She kicked the door. It didn't move. She kicked it again, weaker.

Tentacles wrapped around her neck. Wet and hot they pushed passed her lips, prying open her mouth. And extra large tentacle slid up and in, filling her mouth and throat. All of her holes were filled, and the tentacles wouldn't stop moving. They pumped and pumped and pumped....

Niah realized she had stopped thinking. Her hand feebly brushed the door, unable to even open the handle anymore.

The tentacles exploded out of her suit, tearing it to shreds. They filled the entirety of the closest, surrounding her completely.

Niah's body was reaching climax. She couldn't move but she needed to...to...

Her body shuddered, and she groaned great fully onto the tentacle. Liquid pumped inside of her, and her body immediately felt to be on the edge of orgasm again.

Her body shook, the orgasm even stronger then before. Every muscle sang with pleasure, like the best workout.

Liquid pumped, and she was again on the edge of climax.

With horror she realized the tentacles would repeat this, again and again to gain the most juices out of her.

The horror disappeared after another orgasm graced her body.

Again and again, every twenty seconds, for the next three days.

--------The Present--------

Niah moaned loudly, and realized the brute had been playing with her pussy while the memories had flowed into her. She kicked at him and he jumped back playfully.

"I was doing you a favor, whore. You were dripping all over the floor and rubbing your thighs together" the brute smirked.

Niah shook her head. The insanity of three days of unending orgasms had her weak. The worst part is that she could only look at those memories with nostalgia. She had truly enjoyed every moment of that tentacle filled closet.

The brute came closer and brushed her cheek. "Hmm, I'm guessing you just saw the bitch we trapped in the closest. She made the most wonderful noises. I'm sure she went insane by the end of it."

Niah shook her head. God she felt so horny. Her body yearned for sex it had never experienced. Normal intercourse would never satisfy her again. "Go...go fuck yourself" she said weakly.

"One more, and then you'll be all mine" the brute unlocked her restraints and opened the door. He sat in a chair and grinned "Now you have a choice."

Niah fell to the floor and looked in at him. "A choice?"

He nodded "These last memories will break you, I guarantee that. So you can either leave, and never use your powers again. Or you can stay, release the clone, and possibly have a chance of beating me"

Niah stood. She may have been mentally battered, but she would never relinquish her pride. "Im stronger then you'll ever know, bastard!"

She released the final clone, and fell to her knees.

The brute's name was Pike, and he filled her memories.

He had made her addicted to his smell. His smell drove her into a wild aroused state, obedient, pathetic. Images of her in every position of humiliation filled her mind.

And they all made her smile.

Niah could smell that wonderful scent now. She crawled towards Pike, still sitting at his chair. He smirked down at her.

"Your clones are weaker then you, mentally. This would never have worked before you saw their memories. Now how do you feel!" Pike asked, knowing the answer.

Niah pushed her face against his crotch, breathing in his wonderful musk. "So...so horny master!"

Pike grabbed her hair "Good toy, let's begin!"

Niah squealed with happiness. Her body was unblemished, and she couldn't wait to fix that.

End