[Summary: Audio and video versions of the script with the same title. Notably, this is the first time I used voice modulation in my work (yes, the snake voice was all me.)] - A/V posted 11/26/2019

I'm still looking for just the right looped visual for this, so it might be a bit longer than the average wait. But as with any, I'll update this when that visual component is complete.

This audio will mark the first time I've used any sort of voice modulation in my work. I hope it translates well for this file.

Vocals alone:

With binaural background:

Fulfilling my word on getting visual components attached to all of these audios, now that I have a setup capable of encoding more properly.
The usual warning applies - these are large files (~400-500mb) so use caution if you are on mobile/limited data. I'll be including two versions as a test of different encoding methods, so please let me know if there's a significant difference between them.

Version 1 (Standard):

Version 1 (HEVC):

Version 2 (Standard):

Version 2 (HEVC):

As always, enjoy.

-C

[Summary: This is the second (2nd) "Heavy Prey" script, featuring...well...a tentacle monster.] - 10/12/2019 - 05:45

This is part of a series exploring some of the common hypnotic tropes that I find fun or interesting.

Unlike other series, they aren't interconnected. Parts of the scripts will feel very similar, due to the nature of the situations depicted. That will, I hope, make it easier to transition from one to another if you are exploring your own interests.

The title should make it clear which topic/trope is being explored. Let's begin.

Have you ever felt that ghost-like shiver pass along your spine when you're alone? Have the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, as if in response to a whisper of presence, with nothing else in the room? Is it simple fear that floods your brain during those moments, or do you feel something more?

Humans have a history as hunters, apex predators, even, but that's obviously not the intended role for all of us. A surprising number of people feel a connection between fear and arousal. It's no surprise, since the physical manifestations of both are very similar. Thrust into a situation with a predator, what do you think would happen to those people? I suppose it depends largely on the predator, and whether the situation were truly life or death.

Consider that set of involuntary reactions to fear: the cold shiver, the raised hairs, the increased heart rate. All of them heightening your senses, all making it easier for you to react as needed in whatever situation unfolds...or as you're 'supposed' to react, that is - to run, to fight, to escape.

Consider some of the physical reactions when you are getting aroused: the warm shiver, the raised hairs along your body, the increased heart rate fueling the spreading flush of heat beneath your skin. All of them heightening your senses, all making it easier for your to react as needed in whatever situation unfolds.

Consider the appropriate reaction when you become aware of a presence nearby. Do you feel that shiver, the hairs raising on your neck, your pulse quicken? Is it a cold shiver, warm, or do you need to know more? Can you fight the curiosity you feel, that slightly self-destructive desire to turn your head and see what you find? You know the urge, perhaps intimately. You're familiar with the semi-conscious self-sabotage that drives the action of a horror movie. If we're being honest, you knew the moment I mentioned hunters that part of you isn't a hunter at all. Part of you, perhaps all of you, connects on a primal level with the prey.

What happens, then, when you feel a strange vibration beneath your chair, under your desk, alongside your bed? Do you get up and get away? No. You stay very still, and wait to see what follows. You don't have to wait for very long before something warm, wet, and sticky touches your leg. The instant you become aware of that contact, a sort of presence pulses into your head, occupying the same space as your consciousness.

Do you recoil? Of course not. You let your mind reach across the gap of space-but-not-space and touch on the presence. You need to know what it is, what it wants, what it plans to do to you. How else can you be sure if you are afraid or aroused?

At first, you are only aware of hunger - unbridled, unending, unstoppable hunger. The impulse slips into your mind from the presence. There's a depth to the sensation that takes you by surprise, overwhelms you. It makes everything in your mind suddenly seem very small and insignificant; this hunger is ancient, primordial...powerful. You realize whatever will governs the entity in your head, it could devour your mind in the blink of an eye.

Mistake.

Then you blink, and the world shifts. Your perspective on the presence was based on something untrue: the instinctive expectation that it was inside your mind because it touched you. During the blink, an understanding overtook you: you are inside its mind...and you are trapped.

During the blink, the warm and wet and sticky -something- wrapped itself around your leg. It isn't something small and unobtrusive, like you might have expected. No, now that you've learned where your mind is, you can tell that this creature is some sort of amorphous sludge, pulsing, undulating. It is massive and dark, made up of shifting shades of red and blue and black. The thing on your leg is the end of a tentacle, gripping you the way you'd expect an octopus to hold its food.

The presence regards you with the same interest. You remember the hunger you felt, and you are dimly aware that fear might have been the appropriate response.

Too late.

You don't hear its words in your head so much as you feel yourself inside its thoughts while they form around you. The thoughts are loud, pulsing through your brain almost violently. Wherever this predator came from, it considers your mind and body to be frail and easily dominated...and it is right.

This thing will suffice for now.

Like an octopus, the entity has more than one tentacle. Unlike an octopus, it has more than eight. You don't have time to start to count them before they've whipped around your arms and legs and spread them wide. Your body is precisely as trapped as your mind.

Part of you had forgotten about your mind. The presence simply focusing on you seems to have broken something inside...perhaps your will?

It seems to struggle to...is that thinking?
Enough. I am hungry. This
thing will feed me.

The hunger floods back into your head like a tsunami of starvation. It slams against your brain with enough force that for a moment you forget where you are - and in that moment, the hunger spreads into your body to grasp at something deep within you. Beneath mind, beneath will, beneath even sense of self, it touches a trace of what is fundamentally you.

Then twists. The colors shifting across the surface of the creature first stain, then taint, then saturate the core of you.

Your purpose is to be consumed.
Prepare.

Your purpose is to be consumed. That purpose flows through your body like lava, smoldering, burning. You are aroused, but far beyond the petty fragments of lust to which you typically submit. Your awareness, your entire being, is wet, hot, pulsing need. The tentacles are the most amazing things you've ever felt. You want them around you - touching you - inside you - filling you - everywhere at once. You need to feed the creature more than you thought you could need anything.

Its mind is already broken.
Pity.

Dimly, one last shard of your mind lights up. You realize the creature will release you if you want badly enough to escape. You'd be left quivering and incoherent until your consciousness could piece itself back together...but you'd still be you. Submitting to the hunger might be a mistake, but for just a second you have the choice.

Don't you?

You made the choice when you touched me.
It is far too late to escape.
You are weak and helpless prey.
Prey must obey.

A tentacle, far more substantial than the others, presses against you and pulsates. The sensation is like hot electricity sizzling across your skin, and you need it inside you you need to obey you are weak you are helpless you need to feed the creature. Prey must obey.

If you'd escaped, you'd instead feel the creature release its iron grip around your brain and similarly free your body. You'd slowly put yourself together, recovering after a time.

But you didn't escape. You surrendered to the hunger, didn't you? The entity is going to penetrate you; it will put tentacles into every orifice, devouring every ounce of pleasure. It will crush your brain into wet mush and let it drool out of your mouth between thrusts. You'll be overwhelmed and forced to orgasm again...and again...and again. It will take quite some time to wake, if you can call what follows waking.

Prey must obey.
Prey will provide additional food.

The presence altered something deep within you; you felt it, didn't you? You understand that after you it is finished and you are left in a puddle of exhausted, mind-broken, corrupted joy that the difference may persist. Some prey will return to the creature over and over to feed it, unable to resist. Other prey will discover a deep and dark desire to lure new food to be consumed as they were.

All prey must obey.
You are corrupted.
You are enthralled.

The tentacles thrust inside you all at once, and words disappear as you succumb to your fate - whatever it may be. You'll wake after there is nothing left of you for the creature to consume...probably.