An incubator for the demonic horde [Pregnancy, Brainwashing]

As your body melts it's remade. The creature releases you and keeps you in it's hands now.

"Wę wiiiłł męjk sómę usę óf yóu" the high pitches slither of her voice drilling holes in your psyche.

You still feel your body being remodelled. Your bones, your skin becoming flexible, your muscles stretching. First your hands cover themselves with scales, your seared flesh becomes hard and ash coloured just like it's. Your fingers turning into hard talons.

"Yóu ąrę śßąg. Wiłł mąkę gręąt móthęr"

You let out the growl from your throat, but you're unable to do anything else, even as your soul screams for ****. You start to regret not going out in a blaze of glory, not shooting that monster, forcing it to kill you.

A bony tail starts forming on it behind your legs. Your legs start solidifying just as your hands did. Scales forming on the front, with softer ones at the back. Your feet turning into hooves. Your back and ass keeps extending back, with tail growing. Slowly but surely, you were beginning to resemble you tormentress herself.

"Just ... Just kill meee" you manage to growl in the last plea.

"Óh, nó. Wóńt kiłł yóu. Yóu'łł bręąd mąńy spąwń fór mę!" she emits sound reassembling laughter, probably.

In the front your chest grows. In fact not one but eight pairs of small breasts form through the whole length of your torso.

Still holding you up with her hands under your arms it repositions you over it's dick with ease of powerful creature. You can feel it's mace hit your pelvis few time before it finally finds a right opening. The fact that it finds the right opening - the new one for you - does not mean that what comes next is in any way pleasant. You are still smaller then it, and as it lowers you onto her shaft you can feel your body being ripped apart. The pain of your organs getting literally re-arranged as a massive, hard as a rock tool fills you to a brim rips through your body and mind.

It uses you almost like an ona-hole. Lifting you up and letting you down with inhumane efficiency, as if you were just a tool for it. But you can feel you're not ... not exactly. Your mind starts getting filled with lust, thinking starts to become harder and harder, finding words to curse it with becoming nearly impossible.

Wave after wave of mental induction tells you to obey, to be happy, to feed the hell spawn that soon will start growing inside of you...

... and you do. You completely loose yourself once the Demon Lord impregnates you. Taken to the birthing pools you feast on the dead flesh of your fallen comrades. Your pregnancy is quick and painful. Only days later you birth a first litter of the hell spawn. Every time your womb is ripped open you reach heights of pain and pleasure you have never known before. But quickly only pain remains as your offspring latches on to your breasts and starts feasting on your flesh.

You don't die of course. The Demon Lord heals you, before **** you and impregnating you again. For the cycle to continue.