Chapter 1 - A Change of Mind [Mind Control]

The buzzing really didn't stop. 


Nothing stood dry where the vines overtook the ground, where mud served as both the floor and carpets; where thick waters flooded everything that wasn't properly elevated and from these murky pools rose thickets in all colours and sizes. Between the leaves and the blades of beast-tall grass hid many things, from beetles that made their little fortresses out of clay and the ants that ever so fought to invade these fortresses. 

But it was atop these still, motionless puddles that the worst of them all lived and bred, where countless devil-spawns were produced in amounts that ran even the most of sorceresses insane. They buzzed, they stung, they followed you everywhere and endlessly assaulted your flesh. They were the filthiest creation that nature knew and one that was more than interested in the smell of a proper sorceress. 

Least that's what Yennefer thought at the moment. 

"Bloody mosquitoes." She cursed as energy flew through her hand, turning the nearby flying insects into ash, just so they could be scattered across the wind. Preferably as far away from her encampment as possible; though encampment was already too much said. It was closer to an forlorn shack in the middle of butt-end nowhere, ruined by decades of abandonment and whatnot. 

But as far as it went, it did provide some walls and nailed down windows, alongside a roof with only a few holes there or there. More importantly, it was around a larger pool of water, which allowed her to merely electrify her entire surroundings and kill most of these pesky little flyers around her. A few frogs definitely followed in the suit but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make.

"Dying for a better cause." She muttered out and bitten into the dry meat, chewing on the salty meal. Swamps were by far one of her least favourite places to visit, less so by herself, less so if the buzzing ever refused to cease and definitely less so if the only company around were Bloedzuigers. To be precise, they were a better company than some of the men or her fellow sorceresses but it really wasn’t much of an accomplishment. As much as she learnt, even witchers could be outdone by rocks at times. 

Yennefer scoffed at her own bitter thought and then bit once more into the jerky- she could probably get herself something better but the ferrymen have warned her against doing so, she would likely have more company than she wanted if she took anything else. Any other time, little would she care about warnings from men who were defeated every and each day by their vile beer but swamps just worked differently.

Rarely did anyone come here from Vizima, save for the occasional brick shipments or to receive lumber from the lumberjacks, although as much as she heard, numbers of those were growing smaller month by month. She was not in the mood to deal with crazed villagers or the druids, so she had moved far more north than anyone else dared to - it wasn’t like she would find what she was looking for between the inept denizens of the place. 

It wasn’t even clear if she would find what she was looking for. 

She took a deeper breath, leaning a little more against the rot-bitten, wooden wall. Untraveled, virgin marshes held more secrets than most could have imagined, they were a place where life - however vile and abhorrent - never ceased to change and sprout. Those were fertile lands, awfully fertile and forth-bringing, full of magic that yet stood to be understood, to be grasped and to be slaved to one’s desires. 

Her desires. What was taken from her at Aretuza she would return, one way or another and the cradle of ever blooming life would help her, whether it wanted or not. Perhaps it would take some years to master it, perhaps decades - that she cared little for but she would get it back, one way or another. Most powerful of druids could bring seeds to full bloom within seconds - she outshined most powerful of druids by the sun and a half. 

Her raven black hair soon shook alongside her head as she realized she had again gone up her thoughts of superiority; they weren't’ wrong or incorrect, Yennefer merely didn’t like enjoying them too much before she had proven them to be true. Her onyx strands fell onto the bare neck, stuck softly to the wet skin, prompting her to get them off and wave her fingers, just so her jacket could unbutton and untie itself furtherly. 

Pale body shined, her cleavage became this much bigger but it wasn’t as if it mattered; the humidity was beyond tolerable and the heat was truer than her magical skill, she would need more than a shower when she would be back, of that she was sure. Her eyes shot down, just to look at her own bare shoulder, at the drop of sweat that gently traversed down, reached her breasts and keenly disappeared between them. 

She scoffed as something clattered on the roof of the abandoned dwelling; as something showed itself in the hole above in the corner of her eye and as she merely pointed her fingers in that direction. It wasn’t long before the lightning was born, lived for less than a second and disappeared, soon followed by a sound of something landing in the water a few meters away from the house. 

With the untied jacket she was looking not much better than an elegant prostitute; an elegant, elaborate and sophisticated prostitute but prostitute no less. Not that it mattered in the middle of a swamp where the only thing interested in her tits was a monster trying to eat them - or so she thought. “At least you're no Sheala." She muttered to herself simply as the memory of a well endowed sorceress came to mind. 

Sheala by no means held back when magic came to her body and further so, she always paraded with the Lodge's finest cleavage - though as Yennefer soon corrected herself, it was just the biggest one. By far the biggest one, catching men's attention no less than her hennin; even though any book you would read would tell you quite the opposite about her appearance. 

The sorceress licked her fingers as the jerky was no more; not particularly graceful or elegant from her side but then - she wasn't afraid to be judged by some reeds or sedges. A bit more accordingly to her own status, she folded her arms at nothing and closed the vivid, violent eyes. 

One leg moved onto another, black boots that ran all the way to her knees landed on top of another, all as she undone her attire even more. Shining, pink lips spread and began to incant - she did not fear bugs but neither did plan to wake up with tysamurans or spiders creeping across her sleeves. A few little wards sprouted in the roof-holes or whatever remained of the door. 

Hastily, verbally placed defenses required some conscious focus, her kind of a sorceress could do so subconsciously, although that made for less than a wholly restful night. Yet, as she decided long ago, a night with a thousand bugs made for an even worse sleep. Nothing more would enter the little hovel and whatever already remained inside wouldn't be of issue - she took care to rain lighting upon every corner of the place. 

Yennefer stretched and took just a slightly better position. Five hours of rest would be enough, then perhaps she would make it to the oddest of trees that rose high somewhere further north. 

But she wouldn't. 

Because a woman had a smell; and it wasn’t of her perfumes nor was it of the sweat that somewhat graced her body. It was just the smell of who she was, a proper blood and a fine body, good flesh. It all had a scent, scent of a strong female, of a sow of forms, something that awakened plenty of mate-seeking creatures; ones that didn’t mean her imperfection in the slightest.

It was the murky, dark waters that soon revealed a thing that many would not have words for; the black segments showed themselves, shining from the yet dripping water and turning into dimmed scarlet by their very bottom. Dozens upon dozens of golden, obscenely aureate and vivid legs unveiled themselves, slowly emerging from the waters. It was a thousand steps laid in less than a minute, led by a head shaded alike blood, with jaws strong enough to break into temerian steel. 

And it was slick, long, slowly emerging and lengthy; it had a reason to be and a reason to come and now it definetly knew what it wanted. With a scorched, smoking mark on its lower carapace, it tasted the fine sorcery of an even finer body and it cared little. Distant, forgotten swamps like these were devoid of humanity for a reason - not everything bent its knee under human craftsmanship and careless eradication. And as it also turned out, some things didn't care for magic. 

But they definitely cared for the bodies strong enough to cast magic. Bodies they could feed off. 

Walls, perfectly upright or not, were not a challenge as it made its way onto the wooden planks and creeped across the roof. This insectoid, carapace-covered monstrosity was not mindless and accordingly, it had chosen a different hole in the roof by this time as the previous gave it no more than a short flight and a burn mark. Alongside a most delicious surge of raw energy that filled this human body which now slowly faded into sleep. 

Carefully did it tap against the sorceressly defenses, against the patches of energy that filled the openings. It was but a gentle checkup before the head forced itself through the fabric of the ward, spreading the strings of it just enough to sneak through. Magic was abundant in the old marshes, abundant enough that the most primal of its denizens could simply feel it, maneuver between it and avoid it. 

And with every segment that passed through, Yennefer’s face changed ever so softly, disturbed by this odd sensation of her magic being stretched, again and again. Perhaps, had the wards been stronger it would awaken her, perhaps if she didn’t tread too far and exhausted herself this much, she wouldn’t keep slumbering in response to these disturbances. 

And yet, only once the entire, giant creature has made its way through her hastily put up defenses, only then did the sorceress twitch softly, blinking twice with a still blurred vision. A proper ward would perhaps give her information that something was beginning to hang from the ceiling, spreading its lengthy body and halting perfectly on the level of her own eyes.

And it neared, a monstrous set of jaws and universe-deep eyes against one pale, pretty face; a visage that slowly awakened, disturbed by the scent of a hundred-legged creature that bathed in murk and rot-brewed waters. This coating of mud and moisture dropped onto the floor as violet eyes opened so gently. 

Truly not even ten minutes of proper sleep were given to her before something would strip her of proper sleep forevermore. She had but a second of sleepy confusion before her lovely brain realized what gaze fell upon; there were things terrifying and there were things horrifying but some things would rip a scream out of your chest. 

Yet all she did was a swift move of her hand, a respectable and quick move to defend herself. Even so, there would not be a single word and no magical spark would be made, no spell would be woven before this monstrous beast of soul-stabbing appearance. Only her expression would change, it would grow strained and lost in some great effort, there would be certain uneasiness, perhaps anger, a fine scent of fear, all as she sought after nothing more but to do something. 

But there was nothing to do. 

Yennefer's body could do nothing but stare into the black eyes of the centipedous creation; into the eyes deeper than a nightmare, into a thousand-pieces deep constellation of images. And she saw herself, hundreds of her own self, a sorceress fed upon by something that creeped across her body, stung into her flesh and shackled her mind to its own needs. 

Her lips spread, her throat truly wanted to let out a sound; perhaps curse the vision inside the monstrous eyes - the gaze that slowly but surely pressed against the walls of her mind and paralyzed every single of her muscles. There were monsters that brought venom into you with a bite, others merely had to gaze into your eyes and reach the self.

Her hand shivered but wouldn't be of use, her teeth clenched and eyes turned sharp; it all was but a silent struggle. It did not make a sound, didn't move an inch, she fought to do quite the opposite. 

But it was futile; the entrance to her thoughts laid cracking, it was a wall that slowly was turned into ruin, assaulted by sheer force of something that shouldn't even get close to Yennefer. She was some of the finest magic users out there, yet it now mattered little as all she was reduced to, all she could fight was her force of will. 

Which by no means was weak. Just not comparable to something that had no emotion, something that led itself by the purity of needs absolute. She might have as well fought a stone in the combat of motionlessness; no matter how good you are, the lifeless rock will just win. 

So that lovely, mind-wall was cracked, perhaps after minutes or perhaps after hours. But yet broken through and soon endless mind stood open - the shelves of thought, the nocks of memory, the layers of love and the drawers of perception and understanding. Perhaps to no one's surprise was Yennefer's mind an orderly, well furnished room; immaculate and dustless. 

Yet the doors stood open. 

The anger on her lovely face slowly vanished as her defenses stood breached; could be that just a new shelf of regret was made, thinking of how her wards should have been better. Yet what was done was done. So was she. 

She felt as it creeped inside, shamelessly crawled between her thoughts and memories - how it precisely moved towards the core of who she was, guided by the source of all her emotion. It was but a velvet of a thousand colours, woven together in a manner that only a sophisticated, elaborate mind could. Then it simply bit into it. 

A hundred golden legs twitched softly in the response, even though the great monstrosity didn't move otherwise. The little sorceress, on the other hand, clenched her teeth in helplessness; such things took days if not weeks for even experienced mages - this vile thing needed much less. 

"N-No…" She muttered out as this immaculate velvet was spoiled, damaged and her very resistance was ripped out - consumed. "D-Don't…" Hatred was equally unnecessary. "Gods no…" Yennefer scowled as fear and disgust were torn apart, leaving space for so many new emotions. 

And she stared at this monstrosity carefully, running on the remnants of her emotions and noticing so many more things. The deep, tar-black and beautiful eyes that commanded obedience, the shining and sharp legs beautiful alike raw gold. The lengthy body that could wrap around her own and crush her with such ease. A beautiful creature of the dark, murky swamp, flawless in every aspect. 

And clenching lips soon bent into an odd, shocked smile; the eyes lined themselves with surprise no less, perhaps regret that she ever tried to raise any wards and shelter herself from this insectoid wonder. It was just beautiful, slick and graceful. Her breath turned calmer, all as she felt the last furniture of her mind be moved around, reshaped or simply crushed. 

But that was just right, she didn't need it. Too many memories would merely fill her head with unnecessary trash. She couldn't deny that what she met now was the only mattering memory. She was brimming with magic and this thing, this carapaced miracle, this master wanted nothing else. 

As the centipedous one finished, her nipples were already harder than stone, almost escaping from her untied leather. Then she heard it, the words that entered not the ear but the mind, the words born from slightest movements of its jaws. Was her mind rewoven to understand it or did it replace something else that she could understand before? Truth was, it didn't matter. 

“Neck.” A voice without description it was, strictly inhuman.

"Yes, yes. The neck." She answered in some kind of a rush and merely revealed her neck, taking the raven hair aside.  Her master was hungry, she was the buffet and the cattle - her magic was the meat she was to provide. And the magic, as all knew, came from the blood. 

It lunged forward and pierced this immaculate, pale skin, digging deep enough to find the potent scarlet. Yennefer's lips spread in some kind of exctasy, she moaned as a lovely, red brook of sanguine went down her skin - just a tiny bit as most was fed upon by the lovely beast. "Drink." She declared and moved her hand onto the back of centipede's head, embracing it so gently. "Drink it all if you need to."

It really fed upon her - a deep spawn of the dark mire just fed upon her as if it was her child. As if her blood was her milk; she was but a fine livestock and more so, she would be a fine sow.

She felt the heavy, monstrous body lay more onto her as it drank; as it spread some kind of poison across her body and gave this lovely feeling inside her belly. This swamp lord soon put his razor limbs into a movement, shredding her jacket with but one fine move and with ease that was unseen otherwise.

 Coming to this swamp could go down as the best decision in her life, in nearly a century of it all, she never felt something like this. 

On the other hand, what took control of her was no less than satisfied with its catch; it was a strong blood that she possessed, it was full of energy and it held this delicious elven heritage. She was a fine meat and even more so, there would be further use to her human flesh. A lot of it. 

Yennefer took a deeper breath as her master backed off, leaving her neck in peace after she fed him enough, until she felt she wouldn’t stand up. “The mouth.” She understood the next message and nodded, opening her mouth widely, showing the pretty pink insides and the flawlessly white teeth - all of it kept immaculate by magic, all of it so it could just be defiled by some giant insect. It was the finest outcome she could ever come up with, end up with. 

Violet eyes saw as their master began to climb up; firstly across her body and head, those wonderful aureate legs ending up in her maws - marching across her mouth and then up onto the wall she sat against. The many segments moved in front of her eyes, shining sanguinely, beautiful and so impervious to anything she could do. She was but on this disgusting thing's mercy and it brought so much more saliva into her mouth. 

Yet it was the final segment that held her foul feast; it was the very end of centipedous body that held this vile, wondrous thing. Her breath hastened as she saw it, pink nipples turned so much harder and the urge to untie her leather pants became almost irresistible. Where that insectoid body finished, a cock unlike any other was presenting itself. 

It wasn't small nor was it large, it was not in some odd animalistic shape but neither did it look correct. It had this odd, unnamable to her mind shape, upturned but irregular, thickest by the base but with an odd tip. The very scent brought her breath shallower, turned her eyes teary as its stench was just too strong. Yennefer swallowed, even though her body somehow didn't want to do it - as if the very look of it repulsed it. 

But it wasn't all about this delicious, disgusting insectoid cock. For it also was dark as the night and onyx like tar, it constantly dripped with some ink-black liquid that she only could take for some wicked precum. Strings of this shining ooze hung from it, waved softly before her very eyes as some kind of a warning to not get any closer. 

And it all dripped down onto her breasts, allowing her to feel some kind of heat that was just different; one that burnt her skin and imprinted itself into her ability to feel; and as it dripped, it made its way onto her leather pants, unceremoniously dissolving them and revealing everything below, the panties that had no chance either and then the wettest of loveparts. 

“Mouth.” A voice returned, purpose was reminded.

She heard again as somewhere in between of it all, her maws seemingly closed on their own, trying to protect her from sucking on this thing. Breaking a frantic smile and with eyes fixed on that vile meat, she once more opened her lovely mouth and made it clear where that insect dick belonged. 

So with a rapid, instantaneous thrust of the centipede's bottom segment, her mouth suddenly was stuffed with cock that likely wasn't yet named by any scholars. Violet eyes widened as it all made itself comfortable inside this pretty head; the ink-black juice dripped out from between her lips and this tar-like ooze spread itself across her tongue. 

And it permeated her taste buds, caused her muscles to twitch softly as her pink mouth was now painted black as if with a brush. The taste was vile, delicious, it truly made her nearly pass out as she eagerly gulped down the very initial amount. Her tongue worked around the shaft for a moment, collecting it so her keen throat could helplessly swallow another portion. 

She eagerly guzzled it all down, her tongue cleaning that insectous tool and drowning in sticky, black liquid; one that stuck to her walls and tasted so wondrously horrid that her jaws almost turned numb. Perhaps once all of that love-juice was removed, perhaps then its cock would look better - she wouldn't know as her master merely began to move and used her finely.

In and out it went, splashing that inky nectar all around, causing it to dribble down her chin and onto the pale bust; all as her mouth let out noises she never expected from herself. It gushed, it squashed and it splashed out, dripping onto her belly and painting it black, painting it burningly warm.

Most of its body didn't move in the slightest, it was but this final segment that pushed back and forth, breeding her face and allowing her repurposed mind to relish in the new reality. One that allowed her to slowly understand the wonder of this situation she found herself in; able to love this bitter spunk and willingly give herself to this service. 

She sucked, kept this inhuman dick clean and made sure that everything, whatever it was, made it into her stomach. Gloved hands eventually held this carapaced bottom, helping it with thrusting into her mouth. And it lasted for a long time; her taste buds eventually ran burnt through and so accustomed to this bitter taste that it almost became sweet, her throat was so covered in sticky blackness that another loads slid down flawlessly. 

If she made just one mistake of making her wards stronger, this would have never happened - she almost lost it all. Almost. 

Her lips eventually slid to the end of this beautiful, unnamable cock and dragged themselves back, cleaning it thoroughly and collecting her meal. For it would remain her primary one for a long, long time. Yet, this fine dinner was almost at its end as her master had gifted her enough. 

It was then that this centipedous segment suddenly slammed forth and pinned her head between itself and the wall, filling the rotten dwelling with a loud thud. A second later did her eyes widen in sheer shock, yet another second followed before she choked and gagged, before her cheeks grew and before blackness erupted from her mouth. 

It bursted out, splattering across the floor in front of her and across the insectous abdomen itself; stained everything no different to strong ink and shined. All as her spoiled maws were given even more, all as spunk was forced down her throat till she could take no more and a gentle stream began to escape from her mouth. 

She truly was fed well. Yennefer felt her eyes roll up helplessly and her stomach fill itself; she really could feast on this insectous seed and jizz. Even if she couldn't devour all of it, even if her insides were likely painted black, permeated by inky spunk and smelling alike some vile obscenity.

Her gulping would continue for a while, much like the gentle movement of her master's abdomen, synchronized with the loads that made her feel heavy and almost drunk; perhaps she was intoxicated with it, it would make her mind even more of a public bath - usable by anyone or anything. 

Eventually she would have nothing more to directly suck from the source, only then Yemnfer's tongue would focus on cleaning the insides of her maws; mixing the thickness with saliva and swallowing it further. Then it would wrap around this odd cock and wash it with clean juices. Smooched, sucked and carefully cleansed by a revered sorceress, this vile dick would slide out properly drained and would leave Yennefer's lovely body in a state of nothing but sheer heat. 

Its colour would turn out to be of strong purple, wildly contrasting with the rest of the beast’s body but to the Sorceress, it was still the most beautiful of all cocks.

It would slide up her face, between the very eyes as the centipede would move upwards across the wall, the dried mud and murk falling off its carapace and falling onto the woman below; a woman who wouldn't be a sorceress again and who keenly found a new meaning in her life. With her nipples hard enough to break stone and with legs that ran far wetter than ever again, she would hear the command.

“Crawl.”

And through mud and murk she would crawl. 




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