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Lady Smooth Charming
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The mass of tentacles wraps around the suits legs and lower torso in a tight, constricted grasp hindering its ability to move. Without a rotatable head or body you are forced to remain facing forward towards the orange horizon. Anger, red-hot, overcomes fear and struggles to set itself free inside. A distinctly feminine voice speaks from behind you and identifies herself as the conjurer of this illusion. In your boiling temper you listen but find every word insulting though it is not so.
"Now dear let's not struggle now," she affectionately coos, "you'll be too tired for the fun I have in mind. You're going to need to get out of that dreadful tin machine so we can begin, dearie."
Your anger boils over and screams out, "Shut up you worthless piece of calamari! Unhand me you filthy, uncouth cow before I eradicate you and your degenerate spawn from the earth! I want no part of you."
"Oh dearie, such language. I cannot have you killing off my precious progeny if you're not helping me by contributing your seed. A big, strong, potent specimen like yourself can't willingly resist the urge to take advantage of a poor, defenseless brood-mother." she whispers seductively to you.
You retaliate sharply, "Flatulent pig, am I so base that I would stoop so low to fornicate with such a monstrosity? I consider myself more than just a mere beast and never would I defile myself with an animal if only to save my own life that even now burns dim. Clearly you are a hideous abomination to the eye; no male of any species would offer you the pleasure of copulation and neither will I under any circumstances you crusty, shriveled up slut."
She makes another attempt to coax you, "Come on you know you wanna mate. Just one session. I'll even assimilate you into my brood in a new, special body as my personal breeding stud. Come on dear or I have no choice but to break your mind."
Reason and willpower wrestle for control with your fierce rage. Even her psionic powers are muted from your extreme anger and feeble mind. Her words were insulting to you and entice you to act rashly in this situation. The temptation within to activate the self-destruction sequence is almost palpable but you keep calm and think before you react.
"I've heard enough," you firmly shout at her with confidence, "I hold the trump card here."
"I doubt that dear..." she says certain of her own abilities.
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