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You are the apprentice to Bazel Magus the court wizard of the kingdom of Lynara. On one hand being the apprentice to one of the greatest wizards of the age sounds wonderful and amazing… but there are a few dangers.

Like how last week he sent you into the crypts beneath the city’s church only for you to be jumped by a group of men who were using the crypt as a safe house for their gang. By the time they finished filling your guts and abusing your breasts, one of them takes out a knife and plunges it in the back of your head.

Or how last month you were sent on a mission to find rare herbs in a maze and found at its center a hung cocked minotaur. Your guts were rearranged, punctured, filled, a beast like that doesn’t stop until he if thoroughly satisfied. You were his dying cum rag for 2 days before finally passing.

And then there was the mimic incident when you got lost in a dungeon and ended up the egg incubator to a mimic. When those adventures found you inside the chest the tentacles had snaked their way through your ass and out of your mouth. Mind gone, but body ready for the creation of new mimic.

If you were anyone other than the apprentice to the court wizard you would have died 10 times over but each time you are brought back. Not unlike a familiar who would die for its master and be re-summoned at any time. Back to the way you were, holes unbroken and tight, flesh unblemished, like a save state.

But do you have to go looking for new and more fucked up ways to die?

( Sup I’m looking for a near limitless hole that wants to go on adventures and not come back. Send me your asl, kinks and limits and the color of your underwear as a pw. ( Blue btw ) Open to take this roleplay anywhere. )

The auditorium was hushed, two hundred students leaning forward in their seats, their eyes fixed on the stage. Today was the day of Professor Martinez's infamous demonstration, and the subject was one of our own, a pretty sophomore named Chloe who just couldn't keep a passing grade.

Chloe was strapped into the medical chair with a wet towel covering her head. Professor Martinez stood beside her, a towering figure of muscle and hair barely contained by a crisp white lab coat. His face was a mask of academic professionalism, but the bulge straining against his trousers told a different story.

"Welcome, class," his voice boomed through the silent hall. "Today, we explore the brain in its most accessible state. As you can see..." He tore the towel off, revealing the entire top portion of her skull, from just above her eyebrows all the way around to the back, had been removed. It was like a cap of bone had been lifted off, revealing the entirety of her brain, pulsating and glistening under the lights. The anatomical precision was breathtaking. The doors to the auditorium clanged shut as the last of the weak-willed left. Mr. Martinez continued, lightly touching the surface of her brain.

"The entire calvarium has been removed to allow for a comprehensive examination of the cerebral cortex, the limbic system, and all structures in between."

Chloe's eyes darted around, wide with concerned confusion. Her mouth worked, but only muffled whimpers escaped. She could see everyone watching her, her classmates, her friends, everyone staring at her exposed mind.

"We begin with the frontal lobes," Martinez lectured, pointing a gloved finger. "Responsible for your personality, your decision-making, your very humanity. Notice how the tissue responds to direct contact." With a finger, he lightly grazed a portion of the tissue, accidentally giving Chloe a spasm. "Very delicate, but how do we learn if we do not see firsthand what tissue like this can handle?" He slowly began to unbutton his lab coat, revealing his hairy chest underneath. Then his hand moved to unzip his trousers. His cock sprang free, thick and imposing, already leaking precum.

Using it like a grotesque pointer, he gently laid his thick cock onto Chloe's exposed frontal lobe, letting the slick precum mingle with the moisture on her brain's surface.

Her reaction was immediate and violent. A strangled gasp escaped her throat, her body arching against the restraints. Her eyes, which had been filled with terror, now showed something else, a bewildered, dawning pleasure. It was only then, as he held his cock against her brain, that a small, dark patch began to form on the crotch of her jeans, spreading slowly.

"The brain contains no pain receptors," Martinez explained as he traced the folds of her frontal lobe with his cockhead. "But it is exquisitely sensitive to pressure, to chemical stimuli. Notice the change in our subject's expression as her prefrontal cortex is flooded with neurotransmitters."

The class watched, transfixed, as the fear on Chloe's face began to melt away, replaced by a hazy, wanton curiosity. Her hips, strapped down, began to twitch rhythmically. The wet patch on her jeans grew noticeably larger.

"Now, we delve deeper," Martinez announced, pressing his cock more firmly into her brain matter. "We seek the limbic system, the primal core of emotion and desire."

His shaft sank deeper into her brain, and Chloe's back arched again. This time, the sound she made was unmistakable, a moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The deeper his cock went, the more she seemed to love it. The horror of her situation was still visible in her eyes, but it was now mixed with a desperate, hungry need. A dark, wet spot had now completely soaked through her jeans, glistening under the stage lights.

"The amygdala," Martinez grunted, his voice thickening as he pushed deeper. "The center of fear and aggression. But also arousal. Watch her pupils dilate. Her heart rate is skyrocketing. The brain is interpreting this catastrophic violation as ecstasy."

More of his precum leaked into her brain, a visible slickness on his shaft as he pumped slowly in and out. The class watched as the last vestiges of our classmate's sanity seemed to melt away, replaced by a hungry, wanton need. Her eyes were moving out of her control, moving wildly as the professor dug inside her brain. With each slow, deliberate thrust, a soft, wet sloshing sound became audible, the sound of his fluids mixing with the precious cerebrospinal fluid bathing her brain.

"Deeper still," he panted, his muscular body tensing with effort. "The hypothalamus. The master regulator. It's releasing a cascade of hormones, huff, like oxytocin, vasopressin, dopamine. She is being rewired in real time. Her body is betraying her mind, craving the very thing that should destroy her." He turned to an assistant off stage and nodded to take the restraints off her arms. "I bet she will even wish to pleasure herself."

He was right. Chloe was moaning continuously now, a high, desperate sound of pure need. The deeper his cock went, the hornier she became. Her hand moved not to stop him from ruining her further but to her crotch, where she began to violently play with her pussy.

The sloshing grew louder as he established a rhythm, his thick shaft plunging into her exposed mind, stirring her thoughts into a frothy mess of pleasure and submission. Her jeans were now completely soaked, a puddle beginning to form on the floor beneath the chair.

"And now," Martinez groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent, "the nucleus accumbens. The absolute core of pleasure. Observe and learn."

His cock, buried to the balls in her brain, began to twitch. His body shuddered, and with a loud, guttural roar, he came. The class gave off a collective gasp as his thick, white seed pulsed deep into Chloe's exposed brain tissue. The sloshing was a frantic, wet churn as he pumped her full of his cum, overfilling the cranial cavity.

Her reaction was instantaneous and explosive. A muffled scream ripped from her throat, but it wasn't a scream of pain. It was the sound of ultimate, catastrophic release. Her entire body seized, thrashing against her body as a wave of pleasure so intense it looked like agony washed over her. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and then a thick, pearly-white tear, tinged with pink, trickled from the corner of her eye and down her temple. It was his cum, leaking out through her tear duct.

She collapsed, panting, a blissful, vacant smile on her face, her pants utterly drenched and her eye stained with the evidence of her violation.

Martinez slowly withdrew, his cock slick with a mixture of his cum and her brain fluid. A trickle of the milky fluid ran down the side of her exposed brain and dripped onto the floor with a soft plop. He calmly zipped up his pants, turning back to the stunned, silent auditorium.

"The brain," he said, his voice once again cool and professional, "is the ultimate sex organ. It can be taught to crave anything. Even its own destruction."

He gestured to the smiling, broken-looking girl in the chair. "Class dismissed. Next week's demonstration will focus on the cerebellum and motor control. I expect you all to be here, and if you wish to not end up like Ms. Rothschild here, then you better keep your grades up. See you next week."

Chloe's body was dragged off screen. Mr. Martinez handed the aide a $20 bill from his pocket, saying, "Get me her skull and panties would you? Chuck the rest, the crematory is backed up so use the cafeteria dumpsters or the ones by the boys dorms, it will take care of itself.” He sighed and pulled his phone from his pocket, going over the grades of his class before reaching Chloes.

"Smart girl, but some don't make it in college... oh well… Ms.. Atkins, a D- eh?”

( Thanks for reading all the way through, I hope it was entertaining and I hope my grammar was right. If you enjoyed let me know in the comments what class you wish to see Dr.Martinez teach next! )

Oh hey! Didn’t see you down there! (Artist: roseonapot )

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