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Chapter 13 by Cantalope Cantalope

What are the terms of your agreement?

Her freedom for her defiance.

"YOU WILL BE MY STEADFAST SUPPORTER."

She frowns then grins crookedly, "is that all? I can do that."

"I KNOW YOU CAN. I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE OF IT."

Her eyes go wide as two sizable tendrils project off of your mass, moving to each side of her head and suctioning to her ears with a slurping noise.

"IN FACT, YOU WON'T HAVE A CHOICE."

Her struggles renew and you're **** to tighten your restraints as you burrow into her ears, providing the usual courtesies like anesthetic and healing slime, but not taking your usual steps to distract her from the invasion of her skull. You give her grey matter a gentle caress and she screams hoarsely, forcing you to tighten your grip on her neck to avoid an interruption. Her horror is a delicacy, potent and vigorous, but you try not to be overly cruel as you seek out your goal in her frontal lobe.

"YOUR RESISTANCE TO MY DOMINION IS A FAIR TRADE FOR YOUR PERSONAL FREEDOM, DON'T YOU THINK?"

She screams one last time as you make the desired changes, the strangled noise slowly petering out as her contorted features relax. She blinks, her pupils dilating slightly, and you release her limbs and neck. She doesn't move, lying there placidly as you make your final touches and carefully pull out. She flinches as you withdraw your tendrils from her ears, followed by a quiet squelch as your two larger tentacles recede from the sides of her head. She stares at the ceiling for a long moment, calmly breathing in and out.

"MRS. PEREIRA?"

She starts slightly, "Oh, um..." She clears her throat, rubbing the slimy band around her neck, "Yes." She looks up at you and smiles warmly, "Yes, I think that's a very fair trade, Sir."

"MAY I KNOW THE DETAILS OF YOUR INVOLVEMENT IN THE RESISTANCE?"

She nods vigorously, looking a little dazed from her sudden change of heart, "Of course, Sir. I'll... I'll get it all to you in a full report by the end of the day."

"NO HARD FEELINGS FOR HOLDING YOU DOWN AND PROBING YOUR BRAIN?"

She waves her hand, "Oh not at all, you really had ****. Thank you so much for fixing me instead of drawing my family into the repercussions of my actions." She shivers, "Truly. It's me who should be apologizing. I don't know how to thank you."

"I MAY HAVE SOME IDEAS..."

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