Tara is being consumed, but resists...

The darkness seemed to weigh down on the two figures. The woman lay still, her body stiff as if trapped in some vise, a vise that was squeezing her with more pressure then anything she had felt before. The creature, a beast so hideous the darkness absorbed it like a long lost friend, welcoming it, keeping it safely tucked inside its folds.

As the creature toyed with the woman, her body held rigid and straight, the darkness descended further onto her. It kept her weighted to the cool sand, kept her locked in place. As it held her there trapped within its grasps the liquid that she had swallowed flowed hot through her veins.

It marked her, seared her and possessed her. It ate at the very essence of her blood, killing the rich cells that made her unique and special, now she was nothing. She was only a ****, a low one even, one that would need to be taught everything; one that would beg to be taught everything, and in the end her body would crave it, but her mind would deny itself the full pleasure of surrender.

The darkness worked its way into her before lifting its thick veil from her and allowing her eyes to open. They were glazed with a film, a hazy mist that seemed to drain the life from her. She would make a good ****, an excellent one in time, until her true purpose became known. As her eyes moved over to stare into the ones of the hideous Thing, they grew wide. Her skin paled further and a silver streak suddenly appeared in her fiery red hair. Her lips trembled in not only fear, but in realization that this was her destiny. This being, this creature, this Thing was to be her Master, for how long, Tara had no clue.

Her mind screamed to be released from the poison that had seeped into her, it begged silently for the young woman to stop her actions and it cried when it watched her rise to her knees and look into her Master’s eyes.

The cock that was stretched tight extended further than anything Tara had seen before. As she stared at it she felt her mouth move closer. Her mind raged an inner battle, one she had to fight to command and control. Sweat broke out over her brow and she felt it, she felt the spark of defiance and she embraced it. She shook her head no. Her mind sighed in relief, feeding her with more power. Tara felt that little spark, that little bit of fire in her belly begin to grow, and she found her eyes starting to clear. She shook her head no again. The liquid was still fighting her, still trying to make her its soul possession.