Lilith's Corruption - SFX

Welcome, sweetie. Ready yourself for the unimaginable. I'm going to curl your thoughts and drown you under a sea of corruption and pleasure. So Find a comfortable place to sit or lie down. Close your eyes and relax for me.

Welcome to the movie premiere of the century, fellow guests and winners. You've all been selected for the very first private screening of what may be the most intense cinematic experience that humanity has ever had. The very first of its kind. A new genre. A new way of appreciating film.

I promise you this. You will come out of this theater changed, so sit back in your chairs, make yourselves comfortable, and watch the screen. And most importantly, have fun. You watch as the movie theater lights dim and the massive screen up ahead sparks to life, washing the newly created shadows in soft white light. A logo fades into existence.

A green round eye with a spinning pupil and writhing tentacles coming up from behind. It's unusual but not really something to take great notice of. Not during this age. Not in these peculiar times we live in. The logo is soon replaced by a dark pastel green wall of colour.

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Welcome, sweetie. Ready yourself for the unimaginable. I'm going to curl your thoughts and drown you under a sea of corruption and pleasure. So Find a comfortable place to sit or lie down. Close your eyes and relax for me.

Welcome to the movie premiere of the century, fellow guests and winners. You've all been selected for the very first private screening of what may be the most intense cinematic experience that humanity has ever had. The very first of its kind. A new genre. A new way of appreciating film.

I promise you this. You will come out of this theater changed, so sit back in your chairs, make yourselves comfortable, and watch the screen. And most importantly, have fun. You watch as the movie theater lights dim and the massive screen up ahead sparks to life, washing the newly created shadows in soft white light. A logo fades into existence.

A green round eye with a spinning pupil and writhing tentacles coming up from behind. It's unusual but not really something to take great notice of. Not during this age. Not in these peculiar times we live in. The logo is soon replaced by a dark pastel green wall of colour.

It stays on the screen long past what you'd expect it to. You're waiting for the transition to film but it's taking its time. All you see is the green solid colour so easy to look at, so easy to rest your eyes on the calm, dim radiance of what some make all the colour of mother nature. So you stare. And as you do, the image begins to transform.

Your focus is drawn to the very center as it begins to spin and change huge. From out of the green, a purple spiral begins to appear in the realm. Spinning and spinning. Spiral. Soon spreading to the entire screen.

And as your eyes stare at the centre of the spinning spiral of green and purple, All the dimmed lights in the theater wink out of existence, and the bright screen that's so captured your attention flashes once and turns down, all light extinguished. You're left in the dark now, totally without luminance. And you expect The others to start making sounds. But it's quiet. So very, very quiet.

Not a sound from anyone. Nothing but your own heartbeat and your own breathing and the strange ethereal tone in the back of your brain tickling the insides of your ears. As your hands reach out to your surroundings, You feel something warm curl around your ankle before you can even begin to question it. It tightens its Holden very abruptly pulls you straight out of your seat and into the air. For a single second, you're suspended upside down, And then everything goes black and you lose consciousness.

You regain awareness slowly and struggle through a foggy mind to open your heavy eyes. As your blurry vision comes into focus, You try to move, but your struggles amount to nothing. You're in a soft, spongy chair of sorts, Your limbs mobilized by thick green tentacles with plant like texture, soft and warm, but ungiving. They almost look and feel like vines but thicker and softer with muscle and circulation. No matter how hard you pull at your restraints, they don't budge a single inch.

You're trapped in trust stuck. No refrain. From a distance, you could hear footsteps closing in. Quickly, a figure comes into view, her green skin instantly eye catching. But your eyes are drawn to her black lips and that confident smirk on her beautiful wild face.

She steps up to you closely and bends down to look you directly in the eyes. You open your mouth to speak. But as soon as you do, a green tentacle slithers inside and stops you cold. You struggle but there is no escape. You can't make a sound but for a groan and a Sigh refrain.

The woman smiles and extends her hand out in front of her, palm up. In it, a purple flower grows from nothing, tiny pinpricks of pollen swirling around the petals, reflecting the light like stardust. She takes a deep breath and blows on the flower and straight into your face. Immediately, your eyes grow heavier. Your breathing slows and deepens.

Mind becoming hazy. Soul is becoming difficult. For a moment, everything disappears. There is but a void. There is nothing as a pollen makes its way into your system.

Then you see her face so very close to your own. It's all you can see, her spinning purple eyes and her pretty smooth green skin. Relax for me. Pray. There is nowhere you could go.

No way for you to run. So just Just allow yourself to relax relax. Allow my pollen and my pheromones to invade your bloodstream, Your nervous system and your head. Allow me in. Let's just Listen and obey and listen and follow as you remember always doing from the very 1st 2nd of your exes beginning.

Of time, your birth, its work you've always done, and what you'll continue doing for the rest for your day and after. I need you to do something for me. I'm going to count down from 100 to 0 on every even number. You must close your eyes. You must.

And on every odd number, you must open them. Each time you close your eyes on an even number, you drop deeper into a trance and deeper under my control. Each time you open them you just want to close them more and more. And when you finally do each time. It feels better and better because each time you close your eyes, you drop Deeper and deeper.

Fall further down for me, mind emptying on my wishes, My desires. My desires. So 100 eyes still closed, tired and woozy and dropping down down down down. 99 eyes open but still in tranced, still unable to move a muscle, gaze locked on my own spinning purple pupils. 98.

Eyes closed. Dropping deeper now. Feeling as if you'd just like to stay here in this place forever and ever and ever. 97. Eyes open.

Harder to open now. Harder to keep them open. 96 eyes closed, dropping further down, tranced doubling each number. 95 eyes opened. 94 eyes closed.

Submission doubling each number. 93, 92, dropping deeper into trance and deeper into me. 91, 90. Eyes closed. Wanting to keep them closed.

Drifting deeper into my voice and my embrace. Eighty nine, 88. Feels so good to close your eyes, allowing your tired mind to rest and Fall. 86, eyes closed, feeling good and relaxed, Dropping deeper and deeper and deeper. Eighty four.

Minds so foggy and so dim. Thoughts So far away. My voice so close to high. So close in your mind. 83.

So very hard to open. Eighty. So easy to keep them close. Keep them close. 74.

So easy to drop drop. 70. So deeply you go into my voice and my words and my words. 65, so hard to open now. Just wanting to close them.

62, and you close them again and fall twice as deep again. 52, twice It was good again. 46, twice as suggestible, twice as open. 41. Almost impossible to open now.

40. Feeling so good to keep them closed. Dropping so far, so hard, so quick for me. 30. Twice as deep, twice as good, thrice as suggestible.

28. So open for me. So so relaxed. All tension released into the void. All worries Forgotten forgotten the outside world.

Nothing but a forgotten hazy echo of a memory Not important. Soon to be but a speck of dust in an ocean of my will. 21 and your eyes can barely even twitch. So very difficult to move. So heavy.

Twenty closed tightly, dropping further with each number deeper, deeper, better. Fifteen eyes closed, eyes tranced deepening, tranced deep. Thirteen eyes closed, tranced twice as digestible, Twice as adjustable. Twice as we as we as we as we 10. Deeper, still.

Deep, 9. Eyes closed. Mind open. Mind my voice. My words.

Eight defenses Stripped away. Forgotten and abandoned abandoned. 7. Body loose and numb at my disposal. Disposal.

And my 6, mind open and suggestible. 5, arousal rising from beneath the surface of your soul. Spindle to life by my voice. 4. Twice as deep.

Twice as submissive. Twice as suggestive. Twice as deep. 2. My prey, my weak little plaything to be molded as I see fist.

1. Drop. Drop. Deeper. Deeper.

And 0. Sleep and drop ever Go much deeper, drifting further down, falling into my voice and my words, trance doubling and doubling, folding over itself. And sleep further. Further. Sleep deeper.

Sleep and listen. Sleep and obey. Sleep and obey. Sleep and submit because you have no choice anymore. You've never had any.

You never had any. You never. When As your mind settles down and your body melts into your restraints, my voice reaches deeper into your soul, Bypassing all the layers and striking right over the core of everything that you're worth. Everything and will be and will be. Just relax as my tentacle pets bring you down to the floor, flat on your back, locking you spreading apart your limbs and locking you in place.

Admire mercy. Admine them as they rip Peel clothing away as they take every last piece, leaving you exposed. New spready bow. Feel the tentacles reach further along your limbs higher and higher. The ones holding your legs Reach all the way up to your thighs, teasing the insides, always moving, always squirming, Leaving trace ends at once and sending shivers down your spine.

The tentacles holding your arms reach Deep alien. All the way up to your shoulders. Holding you still. Still. Unable to move.

Unable Unable to resist to resist defense. The one in your mouth, however, can finally set you free because you won't be speaking unless I allow you to feel it slither out and hide behind your neck where you can feel it tease the back of your head of your head. Look into my eyes, plaything plaything. Look into my spinning purple eyes as I take a stance above you and shed my own clothes. Look into my eyes as my breath is going free, and I lower myself down to straddle you.

My wet center flat against your skin. My hands coming to rest on your chest. My eyes peering deeply into yours and so deeply into your mind and your soul, stripping you down to nothing but a receptacle for my commands, my suggestions, my wishes, My Feel yourself quiver in excitement as a faint sweet scent begins to fill the air, delving deep into your longbow internally all the way into your brain. What you're sensing, What you're feeling on my pheromones? The pheromones of my tentacled pets.

Of my flowers, my plants, my plums, my pussy juice, my pussy juice. They're all around you. All around you are now so very deeply inside your digging He's deepest recesses of your mind. The longer you're here surrounded by my Sense my presence my presence. The deeper fall into my control, the deeper my Therabeners make their way inside you, the harder it will be to ignore how they make you feel, how they Make yourself feel.

You can begin to start feeling the changes now. You can begin to Feel your wheels that my voice set in. Your submission rise and rise. Any thoughts The resistance crushed and abandoned forever forgotten as if they never had been. Never could have been.

Exist just sleep deeper for me, my pet. Draw. Draw. Deeper. Twice as deep.

Twice as receptive. Twice as eager. Submissive. The longer you're healed, the longer You're under my control. The deeper you fall and the deeper you want to drop.

So that by the time this is over, you'll be nothing but an empty slate of light suggestions obeyed automatically and with the greatest of joys imaginable. You will never be the same. You will pray. You. You will change.

I will change you. I will make you mine in a way that will persist beyond time and space, beyond reason and logic. You'll come to realize this in time. And when you do, you will become ever so much more under my control. Narrow feel as my special, tentacled friend rises above all the others.

It's purple and smaller than the ones holding you down, but Its purpose is a more surgical one. It snakes around your neck Tightly but not tight enough to choke. The warmth of its head stops behind yours and caress it into you, sending tingles running along your head, and once more down your spine, your arousal Scrubbing and growing every second that passes with every word With every sound. As my special tentacled friend presses even deeper into the back of your head, And you can feel a tickle in the back of your brain all the way inside your mind. You can feel Something spread along the pathways of your neural system, telepathically that reaches into is through your skin, through your bones, through your muscles, and into the more fundamental parts of your brain, Your mind, your thoughts, it pushes aside all the defenses.

All seconds, all All ideas of backing up resist even if you had a choice a choice. My tentacles, telepathic powers, The pheromones The pheromones and my voice all coming together in time to spread my all powerful Feel tickle inside you. That feeling of an alien force invading your insides invading your insides of your very being, your subconscious mind, that which makes you who you are. Feel my seeds spread inwards, Deeper and deeper and deeper. Leaving microscopic saplings embedded with my pheromones and my voice on every square nanometer of your brain, your brain, your head, your mind, your mind, your center.

The longer they persist inside you, the stronger the changes will be, the more you'll feel yourself but lying with my wishes and my desires and the more aroused. Always and forever forever. Sleep deeper before me for me. Plaything. Drop into me into Open up.

Sleep deeper. Follow and listen. Submissive Sub and obey. Mindless. Mindless.

Empty and obedient and becoming more So with every 2nd that passes, because each 2nd that passes, more of my Seed spread along your insides, changing changing the inside outside in ways yet unseen unseen. That tickle in the back of your brain grows stronger, warmer, and the scent of my pheromones almost overbearing as you You drop deep deep into a suggestible trust. Under my control. Under my power. Willing and eager to listen and follow, to submit and obey.

A green hue grows into existence distance behind your eyes, marking you as mine, as one of my little brainwashed saplings, Still a work in progress. Still changing and evolving. Still feeling my seed grow stronger that are inside of you, taking more and more real estate, becoming a presence that you cannot ignore, Cannot Can forget. Forget. Because it's as if my seed has always been a part of you.

My seas, my seas, my power, my The corruption growing inside your mind. Always there From the moment you were born, you've been ready for me to set it up, to allow it to grow, to allow To allow you to become allow your mind to become in body and mind and soul. The more my seed of corruption grows and spreads along the pathways of your mind, The more you can't stop thinking about what it's doing to you, how it's changing, how it's changing. Change As long as my seeds are part of you, you have no worries, no worries, no problems, No stress. No tension.

The very thought of the corruption in your mind brings me into your thoughts and reduces all your worries into nothing. Worries into nothing. As my purple spinning eyes come into focus inside your mind And my seed of corruption flashes with energy, throbbing with excitement. Your arousal, your takes center focus, and everything else drops away unimportant, forgotten, forgotten, Forgotten. When you think of my seed, when the idea comes into your mind, when you feel pulsing inside you, spreading along your bloodstream into your center of pleasure, pleasure, and arousal nothing else but the feeling of submission of your weakness.

Of your Your lack of defenses. Your lack Lack of defense control. Lack Because my essence so deep within you, having made itself a permanent home in your mind and body. Every little suggestion suggestion, every little wish, every little command, bypass all your critical thoughts and drive straight into your underlying unconscious processes, leaving you completely completely completely and totally open without choice or autonomy or autonomy. Draw deeper for me pet.

Listen and follow and Fall for me. Fall for me. Deeper and deeper. So very deep. So very deep.

Deep, deep, and so much more. Every word and every sound always dropping easier for me each time, never having a choice in the matter, Never. Always. Enjoying it. Always wanting more.

Wanting more. So drop Up deeper as I move higher up your body. Open your mouth. Plaything. Plaything.

Open wide. My pussy juices are flowing freely now, but they're a bit more than just my juices. No. They're my concentrated pheromone and my corrupted seeds. A 100 times as powerful as you've experience so far.

The moment I allow you to taste me, you'll be all mine. And there is nothing anybody can do about that. The moment you taste taste the corruption within you Spread and spread into every part of your existence. My seed growing into every nerve, behavior. Every brain cell, leaving you nothing but my little sapling, Willing and eager to submit and obey without question, without automatically fully full of joy and happiness, excitement, and arousal.

And so I move into position and bring my wet, glistening pussy down on your face. My thighs engulfing the sides of your head. You can barely even breathe As my juices flow into your mouth, and you begin to lick and lick and suck on my clint without thought with him. Because I want you to die, and you'll do anything I ask, anything I wish, anything I may even think of suggesting. And as my juices make their way inside you, Your mind crumbles before my might, before my will.

The seed within you feels warm and tingly as it takes control of your unconscious I'm leaving you nothing but a will for the past. Eager to obey. To eager to submit. Eager to fall deep into my control, my voice, My words my words, the corruption spreading inside you. All the layers of your mind lay dust opened for me like a flower opening up, accepting its fate, waiting for it eagerly eagerly in excitement as you pleasure me and my juices flow down threat, absorbing into your skin, and your blood changes from within.

You must listen listen to my words my words. You must listen, little bane, because everyone everyone, every Suggest suggest flows into the seed inside you. Seed inside you. And from there out into every single cell in your body. There can be no resisting that resisting that.

There is no deference against your own body, your own body, your own mind, So listen, so listen, pray, listen, and become mine. From now on, every time I spot any sort of plant in any way way, anywhere. Every color, every shape, every size. The corruption inside you spreads. My seed inside you grows larger and more powerful.

Every plant that you come from In life, online, on TV, strengthens and reinforces my suggestions. Your submission, your arousal, your arousal, and your corruption, and your corruption. And as it strengthens thorns. And my seed grows. Seed grows.

You become more and more malleable. More easily aroused. Weaker to suggest. Weaker to hypnosis. Ideas of resistance simply crumbling away Like dust like dust in the wind.

Every time you see a plant in any way any way any way, the seed within you grows, and you Become more and more my little settling. Attuned to my whim and my thoughts. Every time becoming more willing and eager to obey and submit and submit. More unable to mount a defence. More easily aroused, finding pleasure in more and more things.

Finding so much pleasure in so many things. Driving deep into passion passion and sight and excite with barely a thought a thought. And as you spot those plots, your arousal will grow in strength each and every time every time. Each time stronger and better and better. And as this happens, as this happens, as you feel yourself twitch, throb and Rub and You'll feel the seeds in your mind pulse in pleasure all at the same time, allowing my corruption to Spread further into you.

Twist your mind into the perfect little sapling under my command my Come on. With time, as the seed grows and the corruption advances, you will begin to make it intimate. Each Tie used to tie a plosball. Your arousal grows stronger and stronger and so, So much more insistent. In time, it will become so very powerful that you may have just come involuntarily.

It may just happen out of nowhere. This sight of a plant may bring me so very strongly into your thoughts, make you think of your deep, deep submission, and such joy that your body body able to resist, and your Subconscious mind will force the orgasm, the orgasm, cementing my control over you in a way that nothing else possibly could. This will happen Will. One way or another One way or another one way or another with time As my seed grows and your will recedes, your arousal will become all that much much more prevalent in your life, undeniable, only pleasurable, only pleasurable. So Clean up my pussy juices as they float with you as my suggestions Submit themselves so cleanly and clearly in the deepest parts of your unconscious and conscious minds.

Feel the grow, Rose, and spread into every corner of your brain, every cell in your body. Feel my essence spread out into every nerve, every muscle, every neuron, every neuron. Allow it to happen. Enjoy it as it does as it does and grow ever so much more around. So much more exciting exciting as your mind begins to brainwash itself for me.

With time, there will be a little left. Well, except for my wealth and my wealth and my seed my seed. Now I'm going to wake you and you'll go back to your life, A changed person person. You may remember all that has happened here. Or or you may not you may not.

You may prefer to because you don't need to remember to enjoy this. You may just want to forget forget that there is anything to remember. And you may want to remember that you simply want to forget. Because each time you listen to this, you'll love it more and more. And the less You remember, the better it will be so that each time you listen it's as if it's a whole new experience.

Better each time. Better every time. Every time. So perhaps you'd like to forget to remember and remember to forget. Remember to forget.

So that you forget what you remember. And remember not what you've forgotten. Remember not what you've forgotten. And what's remembered, forgotten. So just blank mind for me now.

Blankening. Blank and empty and empty. Nothing at all going on inside that head of yours. Nothing at all. As if you've been asleep this entire time.

As if nothing has happened has happened. When you wake, you will find yourself back in the movie theatre having watched an exciting movie and nothing else 1, waking up now, becoming aware. 2, feeling good and happy and spent. 3, becoming more aware, more awake. 4, feeling happier and more fulfilled and aroused and excited.

And 5. Wake up now fully aware and fully awake, happy, good, relaxed and ready to take on the day or night. Good luck, sweetie. I hope you enjoyed the movie.