Dr. Exlixyr hadn’t been able to feel the excitement deep in his gut for quite some time, but he had finally gotten another few victims from The Collective, his hive mind of interconnected beings, and had decided he would use one of his victims for his own… specific needs.
Dr. Exlixyr had never been so much of a sexual being, but he was human still, and needed release, and being in the presence of his worms always gave him somewhat of a tingly feeling in his lower back.
He looked at his victim now, a woman with long black hair, a fighting suit form fitted to her body, and her eyes closed. She had been sedated, but he knew she would be waking up soon.
She was currently attached to his operating chair, one of many, which had been upgraded so often over the years it had everything he needed without having the need to stand up. He had been watching her as he stroked one of his pets, a parasitic worm with black beady eyes, six tentacles, and two big incisors. It clicked and quivered in his palm, like it wanted desperately to feed, but he wanted the woman to see what he was doing while she was awake - of course, the fear was a big factor in all of this, and it wouldn’t do for him to get his satisfaction with her unconsciousness.
It took around an hour after he sat down for her eyes to finally flutter open, and he smiled down at her, a sick sadistic grin he had developed over time with his worm friends. “Hello,” her eyes shot from side to side, immediately alert. She tried to move her hands, probably to reach for a weapon, but it was no use. He had locked her wrists and ankles down.
She glared at him menacingly, “you’re Dr. Exlixyr, aren’t you?”
Dr. Exlixyr let out a wicked laugh, the noise echoing through the chamber, “am I that famous now? What an honor.” He let out a little snort.
“My team has been looking for your lab for weeks,” she glared up at him, still trying to get out of the chair.
“I know,” he said, now walking to the back of the chair, “my little friends have been watching you.” He had sent his collective out as soon as he was aware of their presence nearby, and it was oh so easy to surround them and take them back to the lab, though he was disappointed some of his new puppets were killed in the struggle. The more he could get his hands on to infect, the better for his pets.
“The rest of my squad knows where you are,” she gritted out, “they’re going to kill you for this.” Unfortunately, Dr. Exlixyr was no longer listening. He had more important things to do than to listen to the silly woman make up lies to get out of the situation. Honestly, it didn’t make sense to him at all. Everyone he infected always struggled, begged him to give them mercy, to not torture them on his whim, but they always caved at the end, always loved the worms just as he did. They always learned.
And so, he lowered the machine, setting the worm down in a little basket next to him as he did. “Soon, little one. Soon you’ll be able to get what you need.” He promised. The worm let out a little squeal in response. It was a smaller one than usual, one that needed to feed to get larger, and that was precisely what Dr. Exlixyr was going to do. He always cared for his little babies.
The machine made a low whirring noise as it lowered itself until it reached the subject’s head. He attached two metal anchors on either side of her so the machine would be able to get precisely the right spot on her skull. The subject knew exactly what was about to happen. She had heard all of the rumors, after all. She began thrashing even harder, her voice increasing louder and louder, and all of it made Dr. Exlixyr’s dick pulse. Yes, this is what he needed. He needed the screaming, needed the fear, the scent of it in the room. The worm seemed to love it as well. It knew that the more they screamed, the faster they could get to their meal.
The machine reached her skull, and she begged one final time before it penetrated her skin. The screaming was endless. He didn’t use anesthesia, that would make it less fun of course, and the bigger the worm was, the larger he had to make the hole. Thankfully for her, it was one of the smallest worms he had. As it drilled through her skull, the sound grew louder, mixing with her screams, though it didn’t take very long for it to reach exactly where the worm needed it to, and it shut off by itself.
Blood dripped down the side of her face, but the woman was unconscious again, mostly from how painful it was for her. Dr. Exlixyr had done this hundreds of times, but it was still just as fun as the first time, when he had done it to himself - though it was never as clean as this.
He pulled the drill away and picked up his little friend once more. “It’s time for some feedings!” It wiggled in its grasp, smelling the scent of fresh brain in the air, before the doctor stuck it inside, not wanting to make it wait for even a second longer.
It immediately burrowed its way inside her frontal lobe, its body occasionally appearing as it looked for what it needed. Dr. Exlixyr couldn’t take it any longer. He reached his hands inside of his pants, and began stroking himself as he watched the worm work. He was so hard he had precum at the tip, and he used it to lubricate his actions as he panted, his attention completely focused on the actions of the worm.
In his mind, he imagined what the worm was doing to her. When it first attaches, the host gets really sick, and the host’s body will try its hardest to try to expel it from its system. There’s nothing it can really do, though, especially when Dr. Exlixyr helps to attach it directly to where it needs to go. Then, the subject goes through cognitive impairment, memory loss, behavioral changes, confusion, tremors, and more, until by two weeks, the subject feels like they’re at the top of their world, and wants to do everything just to please the worm.
“You’re such a good little worm… you’re just following your base instincts, aren’t you? Trying to get to your little snack. You’re so good at getting exactly what you need. And daddy will always give you all the brains you want,” he was panting harder and harder now, his fingers tightening with every stroke. There were a few people he could’ve chosen from in the group, but he had picked this woman because she was exactly his type - or the type he desired when he still maintained his sanity. “Get so deep inside of her, little one, so deep. Daddy is feeding you everything you’d ever need to get big and strong.”
The worm made a noise in response, though he knew it didn’t really understand what he was saying. That alone was too much for him, though, and he knew he would be cumming soon. He pulled his pants down and aimed his cock at the woman’s face, and felt his balls tighten as he came. He groaned loudly, and stroked himself as rope after rope of his cum covered the woman’s face.
He only ever masturbated while infecting someone, so it wasn’t quite as often as he liked. This meant he had a lot of build up, and had the satisfaction of watching her covered in his fluids.
It was almost disappointing when it ended, but he knew that didn’t matter. He would have her to play with for many more days to come, and be able to watch her slowly disintegrate into madness.
Each subject acted differently with what the worm decided to do to it, but this woman was the funnest of them all. She lost her memories day after day, not being able to remember why she was in the lab in the first place. He realized this after the first day, and decided his best course of action to make this as satisfying as possible.
“What… where am I… who are you?” Her eyes narrowed at him, suspicious.
He faked the nicest smile he could, though it was difficult, as he’d hadn’t smiled in a friendly fashion in quite some time. In fact, he’d even combed his hair for his occasion, trying to make himself look presentable for her! “I’ve come to rescue you, but there’s still a few of them left. We’re so close to getting out of here.”
“I…” she replied. “I don’t know what’s going on.”
“I’ll explain as soon as we get out!” He announced, “look, over there. I need your help.”
He unclipped her from the chair, but left the much larger worm still inside of her head. She shook as she tried to push herself up, but eventually reached a standing position.
She turned to face where he was pointing, and watched as two men turned the corner into the room they were standing in. He handed her gun to her, knowing she would know exactly how to use it. “You have to do it. I know you’re strong.” He giggled manically in his head, his cock already twitching as he imagined what she was about to do. Oh, this was going to be so delicious.
“Are you sure? There must be another way,” she looked so utterly confused, he almost felt bad for her.
Before he had time to reply, one of the men spotted them, crying out her name as he did. “Elizabeth! You’re okay!”
For a second, her eyes flashed in recognition, then it faded away, and she said, her voice shaky, “who are you? How do you know my name?”
“Elizabeth! It’s me. Peter. Your boyfriend,” His frame was so large it almost covered the entire doorway.
“I have no boyfriend!” She screamed before pressing down on the trigger. It shot him straight in the head, and he collapsed onto the floor, immediately dead. The blood pooled on the surface, and Dr. Exlixyr felt a little disappointed he wouldn’t be able to feed the unclean brain to his pets. What a waste.
“What the fuck, Lizzy?” The other man said.
Tears began streaming down her face. “What.. what have I done?” Her hands quivering, and she dropped the gun on the floor.
Dr. Exlixyr moved backwards, wanting to watch the entire scene. He had no idea what was going to happen next. It was all just an entertaining show for him. Her fear switched to rage in a single blink, and she ran to him in a speed that could only be mastered from years of training, her hands wrapped around his throat in mere seconds. “I can’t… I can’t hurt you, Lizzy,” the man croaked.
She pressed down harder and harder, until the veins on his neck could be seen, and he eventually collapsed as well, his suit covered in the blood of his companion.
Elizabeth, the subject, looked between the two of them, walking backwards slowly as she examined their bodies. She let out a blood curdling scream and fell onto the floor on her knees. She laid down onto the cold lab floor, her body convulsing as the worm continued to suck on her insides.
Dr. Exlixyr was so pleased. It had gone even better than he could’ve ever imagined. “Oh, you little sweet angel. Forced to kill your little friends. How sad for you.” He let out a laugh, finally letting his personality come out at full force once more. He reached down and pulled the worm off of her, returning it to its container and letting it rest before feeding it again.
He pulled the subject back onto her chair, and watched her fade in and out of consciousness as he touched himself again. “You’re such a beautiful woman,” he said, mostly to himself. “I think I’ll want to keep you around and watch you kill even more of your buddies. What do you say?”
“Yes, Dr. Exlixyr,” he replied to himself with a high-pitched voice. “I would love to be your little worm slave and kill all of your enemies for you.”
“Mmmmm…. That’s what I like.” He couldn’t take it anymore. All of this was just too damned hot. He aimed at her face, wanting to cover her in even more cum, which had already caked onto her skin from his previous times, and came, making sure to look at the two bodies on the floor as he did.
Find more of her crew. I have plans for them. He commanded his hive mind. He felt a sense of agreement from the group, and pulled his pants up, smiling. “What a great day,” he announced to no one in particular, and whistled as he stepped onto the drying blood, wondering if he should get someone to clean it up before he had more fun tomorrow.