Lae'zel "cured" by the Zaith'isk [Lae'zel x Tentacles] [Act 1 Spoilers]

Warning: **** and mindbreak content in this story

"A tadpole, huh?" Ghustil Stornugoss mused, looking down at the githyanki warrior knelt below her. As the principal healer of Crèche Y'llek, she was tasked with dealing with the medical needs of her people. In this case, an astray warrior who had gotten herself in quite the predicament.

"Yes, Ghustil," Lae'zel replied through gritted teeth. She was not used to kneeling to a simple doctor. She was a warrior, a position which demanded far more respect in githyanki society. However, knowing the severity of the situation, she obeyed by the customs of this crèche. "As protocol dictates, I made my way here as soon as I was free of the _ghaik _ship."

"I see." Stornugoss reached up and changed the focus on her monocle, allowing her to check the warrior's arcane aura. It was an intricate device, akin to a jewelers lens. "Did you encounter any others on your way here? More survivors from the nautiloid, perhaps."

"Yes, I did," Lae'zel answered, averting her eyes. "I traveled them with for some time, but they were... unconvinced to seek the _crèche _for aid. When I realized they would not be swayed, I made my own way here." There was the bite of betrayal in her voice, even if she tried to hide it.

"Fool!" The githyanki healer scolded. "You should have dragged them here kicking and screaming. Any wandering infected are like to start an outbreak!"

"Trust me, I tried," Lae'zel growled.

Stornugoss pinched her temple. "No matter, let's get you... handled. Go to the zaith'isk. I will ensure you are cured."

"Praise Vlakith, let it be done." Ignoring her personal qualms with the healer, Lae'zel stood up and approached the device. The zaith'isk was an utterly unique piece of machinery, a blend of illithid anatomy and githyanki technology. Despite her best attempts to ignore it, Lae'zel felt a touch of apprehension about getting inside. The device looked foreboding, covered in pulsing flesh and unforgiving metal. The front looked like the upper jaw of some terrifying creature, its long teeth and sharp mandibles humming with psychic energy.

Still, she knew Vlakith would not lead her astray. She stepped into the seat with the confidence of a zealot.

As Lae'zel got situated, Stornugoss messed with the settings at a nearby console. As she worked, she thought to herself "Stupid k'chakhi! To get herself tadpoled so recklessly! Shameful, even for one so young. Let's see if she knows anything of use, before ridding Vlakith of her burden forever."

With the zaith'isk humming to life, the chair reclining as the flesh stretched and tensed, Stornugoss approached Lae'zel. "You must focus on the parasite at all times," she told her, fastening the straps that would hold her in place. The doctor took pleasure in tightening them, watching the young warrior wince in discomfort. "The zaith'isk will do the rest."

Lae'zel just nodded, more concerned about the mandibles clicking menacingly above her. With little warning they snapped down on either side of her head, releasing a barrage of psychic attack directly into her skull. She gritted her teeth as the pain grew and grew. It was as if her mind was being cleaved in two. She did her best to do as the ghustil bade and stay focused on the tadpole.

"Vlakith tavki na'zin," Lae'zel muttered, trying to give herself strength. "Vlakith... ngh... tavki na'zin!"

Then, just as the pain seemed to be reaching a point of no return, a point where her brain would be shattered beyond repair, it retreated. It was still a great discomfort, but clearly lessened.

"Hmmm, it seems the zaith'isk has found something," Stornugoss mused to herself, toying with the console. "A stay of execution for the young brat. Very well. Let's deploy the deeper probe while the brain is still coherent."

Confused and still reeling from the splitting pain, Lae'zel watched in horror as a tentacle emerged from the maw of the device. It was long, fleshy, and wet, it's head flared. Like the rest of the zaith'isk it pulsed psychic energy all along its length, most especially at the tip. Lae'zel opened her mouth to ask the ghustil if everything was alright, yet this proved to be an error. The tentacle surged forward at the first sign of an opening, pushing past her lips and plunging into her throat.

"MMMMPH!" Lae'zel shouted, muffled by the appendage filling her mouth. "MMMmmm... MMMMHMMM!"

"Relax, child!" Ghustil Stornugoss assured her patient, the yellow githyanki unable to contain a spiteful grin. "Allow the zaith'isk to complete its work. Stay focused on the parasite!" As she gave this advice, she attuned her monocle to the machine, allowing her to see the same memories the zaith'isk did.

As the fleshy shaft worked deeper inside her, Lae'zel did her best to feebly nod. At first, the tentacle was content to simply sit in her throat, pulsing with the rhythm of her heartbeat, probing her mind. She saw herself on the nautiloid, trapped in the pod, the dragonriders of her people roaring outside.

However, it seemed the machine was not yet satisfied. It began to slowly retreat from her mouth before savagely forcing its way back down. Lae'zel gagged at the re-entry, immediately conjuring her first meeting with Tav, the first other to connect with her parasite, the man who would save her from the hells. It pushed in and out again, this time showing her meet Shadowheart. Once more and she was fighting on the bridge.

The pace of the tentacle's thrusts quickened. roughly pushing in and out with little regard for Lae'zel's comfort. In fact, her groans seemed to just egg it on, if the device had such feelings. Images flashed by of the entire past week, from her entry into the grove to her fights with the goblins. It flicked through her memories faster and faster until it abruptly stopped on one. A seemingly innocuous night at camp, when Lae'zel spied an odd artifact poking out of Shadowheart's belongings. A twenty-sided box covered in gith markings.

"You must be kidding," the healer thought to herself. "_This kainyank found the artifact! How could she not realize its potential." She shook her head. "We'll need to go deeper. Any clue on its wherebouts is vital to Kith'rak Therezzyn's mission!_" She pushed the settings higher, further increasing the psychic resonance of the machine.

As the tentacle continued to thrust in Lae'zel's throat, two more snaked their way out from under the chair. She shuddered as they slid up her leg, leaving a slimy trail as they approached their target. While one hung back, nestled against her inner thigh, the other pushed under her skirt. The appendage was surprisingly dexterous, pushing aside the githyanki's undergarmets and pressing against her sex.

"MMMPH! GCKKK! MMMPH! MMMHMMM!" Lae'zel, immobilized from the restraints on her limbs and the tentacle down her throat, nonetheless pushed and kicked and pulled. It was futile, of course, and soon the fleshy head was slipping past her lower lips. Her back arched as the tentacle entered her, it's psychic energy immediately overloading her sex and sending a signal right up her spine.

"Allow the device to enter you, child of Gith." Stornugoss' voice barely cut through the hum of the machine. "Let it fill you with Vlakith's purity!"

She certainly felt filled, that was for sure. Each inch that sunk in was like a hammer strike, sending her body reeling from the impact. The zaith'isk seemed to delight in this, ramming deeper and deeper like a selfish lover. The tentacle in her cunt was even more ruthless than the one lodged in her esophagus. Each time it pressed in, it struck deeper and deeper. The githyanki's womb was its playground, her entire womanhood soon filled with the machine's flesh.

As her pussy was battered, Lae'zel's memories began to bleed together, becoming one giant mess. She remembered how the man had smelled, how he had felt, how he had tasted. How she had propositioned Tav, leading him away from the camp. The rush of wrestling for dominance, her back hitting the ground as he came out on top. She had moaned when he had entered her, pinning her arms above her head, kissing her neck, his body against hers. His thrusts had been tender and gentle, something she had found insufferable at the time yet now craved.

"Horny bitch," Stornugoss muttered to herself, too low for the preoccupied Lae'zel to hear. Pushing the settings higher, she yelled "The artifact! Focus on the artifact!"

At first, Lae'zel did not even notice the third tentacle had moved from her thigh. Her senses were so overwhelmed, the fact that it slid between her ass cheeks escaped her notice. It was only when it prodded her sphincter that her eyes widened in realization. She yelled around the flesh in her throat, tensed her whole body. She was not even sure whether she was resisting the intrusion or preparing herself for it.

Not that it mattered.

The tentacle speared her ass, sinking a foot of its length inside on the first stroke. Her guts bulged as the appendage expanded and contracted, slid in and out, rubbing against the walls of her most private hole. While not synced at first, the three tentacles soon matched their rhythm. They thrust in as one, completely filling the githyanki to the brim. Lae'zel was lifted off the seat, suspended in the air by the tentacles penetrating her.

Having every hole filled brought perhaps the most painful memory to the forefront. She was no longer on her back but at a party, drinking and merriment in the air. Her body was not immune to the atmosphere, or the liquor, and she had sought out companionship. Pushing through the bushes, she had found her man in the arms of another, kissing the cleric of Shar under the moonlight. She saw herself retreating in silence to her tent, packing her bag, and setting out for the crèche without even leaving a note.

The machine was working in overdrive. Tentacles pounding her from all angles. Memories and orgasms coming one after another. The zaith'isk searching for something, anything of use. Lae'zel was being driven to madness, her mind kept in place only by the machine's psychic powers. It was just too much. A tentacle filling her throat. A tentacle fucking her cunt. A tentacle ravaging her ass. It was everywhere. It was everything!

"Tsk'va!" Stornugoss growled, slamming her fist on the table. "She can't take much more of this. Give me something, anything, that I can take to my superior. Think, kainyank, think!"

It was there, on the edge of insanity and pleasure, that Lae'zel finally, briefly, found focus. Like a planetary alignment, her jumbled memories lined up enough to form a clear picture. A conversation with a druid, a plan for the journey ahead. A shortcut through the underdark, on the way to Moonrise Towers.

"Yes!" Reaching for a lever, the healer deactivated the zaith'isk. Immediately, the violent thrusts of the tentacles slowed to a gentle pulse, then retreated all together. As they slipped out, they left her holes a mess. All three leaked the slimy secretion of the fleshy appendages. the clear liquid bubbling out of her. The green lips of her cunt were bright red from the ****, her asshole gaped and throbbing. She did not even have the energy to cough and clear her throat, each breath producing an embarrassing gurgle.

As Lae'zel lay in a state of bliss, Ghustil Stornugoss walked over to the door and swung it open. Motioning the guards, she told them "Drag this bitch to one of the cells. I need to make a report to the Kith'rak at once!"

"Wait, she is still..." The githyanki warrior trailed off, following the healer back into the room.

"Alive? Unfortunately." Stornugoss looked at the exhausted warrior on the zaith'isk with disgust. "She holds information imperative to the mission. If we are not able to act on what she gave us, we'll have to probe her again."

Lae'zel barely heard the conversation around her, let alone comprehended it. She did not even notice being picked up. All she could see was the astral plane above her, all she could feel was the want between her legs.

She had been right to trust in Vlakith's wisdom. There is no where else she would rather be!