The Vespidian

Interlewd: Seedbed log 3

“Vesper dear, I believe I have created a working DNA sequencer for what we discussed before.” Said Dr. Arbor entering the room.

My sizeable back eye watched her for a moment as I turned, redirecting my focus from the pitiful little thing that I had been toying with. Naturally, it was Nightmare or rather what remained of her. She was just a head and a torso, no limbs to speak of. Such a sad and pathetic creature she was, and I made sure to rub it in at every opportunity. Though in this case, someone else was rubbing it in.

Glitter Kitten loathed this person, and a result was more than happy to help torture her. The result could be seen clear as day; a lovely cat booty was firmly seated upon Nightmare’s face, forcing her to eat the pussycat out or suffocate. She was doing it, though grudgingly and not particularly being as into it as she should be. If it was me, well I have been called a fur burglar before and for a good reason.

“Come on you bitch, eat it! Eat my ass,” Growled Glitter Kitten working her hips as she smothered the helpless woman below her.

Part of me felt that wasn’t mainly a punishment. At least I didn’t find such a thing to be as such, but Nightmare had her pride… it was humiliating for her. To be dominated by one that she had controlled and abused before, I am sure that is stabbing at her ego quite a bit. At any rate, this was more of a pass time, a lull in the torture while I awaited the next phase. I was surprised that the wait would be so short.

“Oh that is good to hear, so how did it go?”

“During my research, I discovered a more apt creature to use. A Honeypot ant.”

“What made you choose that?”

“It is more efficient,”

She brought up a diagram of an ant. The abdomen was massive so much so, the creature hung from the ceiling, or it would drag on the ground. From the looks of it, the ant could not even walk when it was fully engorged.

“I have been mixing it with your own DNA to some interesting results.”

“Very well then, give it a try.”

I motioned, and Glitter Kitten stood, stretching and arching her back to show off her baby bump. She returned to my side shortly and lay in my lap purring as my tentacles pet her. Dr. Arbor approached Nightmare, a large syringe of green liquid brandished. Unfortunately for my little toy, it is pretty hard to run away without arms or legs. Her stumps rotated haplessly as she squirmed in terror, watching the mad scientist draw near.

“No! Stay away from me. I will kill you if you dare to do this!” She shrieked. It wasn’t very threatening.

Dr. Arbor smiled, “You are not in any position to be making threats dear. Now, don’t you worry, I am going to make you better than ever.”

“You are mad. You are all insane. Monsters! When I get out of here every last one of you w-” She raved until the needle pushed into her flesh, piercing into her jugular vein.

Her eyes gaped as she squealed. The syringe emptied into her, injecting the mysterious substance straight into her system. Foam poured out of her mouth as her eyes rolled. Her scream of abject agony music to my antennae. I don’t think I will ever get tired of hearing her shrieks and squeals. Yes, suffer for what you have done.

Nightmare soon drooped, unconscious. The pain must have been too much for her. Ah, I can hardly wait for that device Xava was working on to be finished.

“So, what should I be expecting? She still looks human.”

We sat, awaiting the guinea pig to come out of her comatose state, “Her change won’t be immediate, but for now the elasticity that you wanted should be taking hold.”

“I see, I will be sure to test it out soon enough.”

***

A burning sensation always remained on the peripheral of Nightmare’s mind. A steady pumping pushed in and out. Groggily, she came to as a particularly hard thrust made the entirety of her body bounce. Her belly was full distending with the mass of molten flesh that was pounding into her relentlessly. At first, the thought that this was a sort of dream, but the burning of friction and the jarring body rutting knocked that thought away.

Vesper’s hands were holding her flanks to keep her mounted atop the abdomen. The wasp cock filling her insides, stretching them impossibly as Nightmare groaned, her body distorting, warping as that thick pulsing thing kept pushing deeper and deeper into Nightmare. Stuffed, full and yet more of that wasp’s member kept pushing in, spreading her more to accommodate even more with every thrust.

Something was wrong; this was all wrong. The bulge of the shaft had pushed clear up to her chest, distending and pushing aside everything else. Pain echoed as taut skin stretched, and yet it did not tear. Her body was adjusting to the hyper insertion. A horrifying realization dawned on her. She was being molded to the shape of that oversized tube. The mass was forming her body to its needs.

“So you are awake,” said Vesper halting her thrusting for a moment.

Nightmare shuddered as her body tightened and loosened, adjusting to being so full, “My, my body… what have you done to me?!”

Vesper leaned in, draping herself over Nightmare and whispered in her ear, “You know what you are.”

“I am a superhero.”

Tentacles pressed against her face, “You still think you are human, let alone a superhero? You will learn soon enough exactly what you are.”

“Release me, you disgusting monster!”

“Release you?” Said Vesper in disbelief, before a bemused smile etched itself across her face, “Ok, go on, you are free to go.”

Vesper leaned away no longer looming over Nightmare, however, the pillar of flesh was still lodged deep inside of her, connecting them. She took a deep breath concentrating in order to feel and wrap her head around this. It must be a lie, to be free to go. But, the wasp did not move; she was no longer pounding. Perhaps then… Nightmare struggled, her stumps scrabbling on the white floors as she loosened her vaginal muscles. The wasp cock slipped a little out of her.

Panting she pushed forward, pulling herself along by her face dragging the rest of her. Inch by inch, the perverse organ slid out of her. The folds and ruffles, the tendrils, creeping and catching on creases and folds of her pussy. Shudders of pleasure ran rampant through her, but she didn’t stop, she couldn’t stop. If she did, Nightmare doubted that she would have the resolve or strength to start again.

Now that her body had calmed down, she felt every sensation, every little bump being caressed inside of her. She grit her toothless mouth, determined to escape. It was a slow, excruciating process, dragging herself off of that wonderful- no, terrible, monstrous thing. Feet. She had moved feet away, and yet that thing was still deep inside of her. How, how fucking long is that damned thing? It pulsed, causing shivers of pleasure to radiate out.

“Look at you, crawling away like the worm you are.”

“I am not a worm!”

“My mistake, you are lower than a worm. Go on, keep it up, you are never going to escape at this rate. Or could it be that you don’t want to escape? Don’t tell me you want to be my personal fuck toy? A living sex doll who’s only purpose is to take my cock. Getting used, over and over again, filled to the brim with my white, hot spunk. I feel it, the thought of that turns you, doesn’t it?”

Despite what her thoughts were, her body betrayed her, tightening and shivering. Through sheer force of will, she managed to spit out, “Never! I, I would rather die than be your toy!”

Vesper’s smile spread, “That is the spirit. Good, it would hardly be entertaining if you were to give up so easily. Go on; you are almost halfway there, only three more feet to go.”

She gulped unconsciously, three… three more feet? Desperately she continued. Inches became feet as she fought forward only stopping when her body reached its limits shuddering and thrashing in place as the tendrils stabbed into the walls of her pussy, wiggling and writhing as they teased her with the promise of bliss, an orgasm rising within her. They became lifeless again, preventing the wave of pleasure.

“NO! Stop it, just, let me go.” She cried, trembling on the floor.

The wasp laughed at her, “No one is holding you. Go on, almost there; you can do it.”

It was odd, to be encouraged by the wasp. But, but she could do it. Just a bit more and then she would be free. Minutes passed as she clung to that desperate hope of salvation. The wasp had said she could go, that she was free. She focused in on that, ignoring her body’s fatigue and only distantly aware that others had begun watching her struggle as well. She was tired, exhausted both mentally and physically from not getting to properly sleep in… she didn’t know how long. Nightmare had not left this room since her capture. She did not know how much time had passed. It could have been days, weeks… or in the worst case, only hours.

Her movements were similar to a row boat. Her stumps scrabbled unevenly due to how they were severed, and her head inched her forward. Single-minded, she pushed forward.

“Almost there,” whispered Vesper.

Nightmare shuddered in elation, she could feel it. Almost free, almost all of that thick, hard wasp cock was out of her. She panted moving with renewed vigor as she finally plopped off of that giant tube. Panting and drooling she lay there, her gaping hole shuddering uncontrollably at being empty.

The hot breath of the wasp tantalized the back of her neck as Vesper said two words that shook Nightmare to her core, “I lied.”

The first moment was confusion, but the instant that the hard hands wrapped around her stomach it turned to horror, to primal fear. Before she could even utter a word, the massive ovipositor slammed back into her… fully. Every foot surged straight up through her. Stretching and gaping her body obscenely as it carved and molded her into a cock sleeve. Her mouth gaped, opening and closing as her eyes rolled.

The wasp had lied to her!

Her body convulsed and tightened, strangling the intruder, but that only made her feel it more profoundly. Why?! WHY did it feel so GOOD?! She hated it, she despised it, but fuck! It, it felt so good to be filled. To be used. Her insides were on fire with pleasure. She squealed in abject bliss as her body surrendered. The orgasm that had been building up over the whole of the journey crested. It washed over her, drowning her.

Vesper fully mounted her, the abdomen slapping as it thrust in and out of her. The perverse flesh filling, scraping and gouging at it ruthlessly fucked Nightmare silly. That thing was carving her insides, forcing them to remember its shape. She moaned, meek, weak, and unable to resist as the wasp had her way with her. The obscene squelches of that wonderfu- nasty, dirty thing filling her.

“It should be about feeding time, don’t you think?” asked Neon Nurse.

“I suppose it is; she did take a long time after all. Alright, open slut.”

The synthetic shaft pressed to Nightmare’s mouth. She squirmed for a moment, before it solidly slid in, down her throat. It was easier than before. Dazed, and delirious, Nightmare made the realization that she was not gagging as she had before. If anything, it was pleasurable. Hands held onto the back of her head, and the robotic nurse began to fuck her face fervently. Every thrust sent the shaft down, scratching deep in her throat. It was a steady, rhythmic pace that was soon matched by Vesper as they worked in tandem to spit roast Nightmare.

Her body stretching, changing as they thrust deep into her and ripped their cocks out viciously only to slam back in. A human would have been smashed into a paste after only a couple of such motions, but Nightmare was more malleable now. Her body rippled, absorbing the substantial impacts.

It didn’t take long for Neon Nurse to cum, “Go on, drink up. Incubation is very taxing on the body.”

The thick, syrupy fluid spilled out of the tip of her cock as she impaled it down Nightmare’s throat, holding her in place to seed her stomach. Unable to do anything but swallow and gulp, that is what Nightmare did, feeding from that robotic shaft. Her muffled complaints held down by the volumes released.

Neon Nurse pulled free after emptying her tank and gave Nightmare a condescending pat on the head, whispering, “Good Incubator.”

“I… I am not an incubator.” Panted Nightmare.

The cold smile of the robotic nurse was as fake as her face, “Don’t worry, you will learn your place soon enough.”

The wasp shifted her abdomen lifting Nightmare up into the air, the pulsing ovipositor still anchored deep within her body. She quivered, helpless, powerless. The sound of scales slithering made her skin crawl, the snake was here, and it brought back the memories of being eaten alive. Slither pressed against her back, squishing her between the two monster’s chests.

“Oh have you gotten excited my pet?” asked Vesper.

Even before the snake spoke, Nightmare felt the twin shafts rubbing lewdly against her back, coiling as they throbbed. “Yessss, my Queen. I wish to breed you. Watching you dominate this lessssser creature fillss me with need.”

Vesper thought it over for a moment, “Perhaps later. However, for now, there is a willing slut right here with a wanting hole for you to relieve yourself in.”

“Yessss my Queen.” Slither replied, her serpent dicks curled around Vesper’s tube, stroking it.

They edged up, prodding at her entrance. Nightmare’s face went sheet white as they started to wriggle and worm in an attempt to enter her. She was already full, two more massive cocks in that hole would… would surely break her. She couldn’t possibly stretch to accommodate those as well.

“No, no! Don’t! I will break!” she cried.

Vesper’s dark eyes gazed down at her, “Then break.”

“NO-” screamed Nightmare before her voice caught in her throat.

Slither thrust up, her tips spreading Nightmare even more. Her abused hole shuddered violently as it lost all semblance of control. The snake slid deeper into her, the shafts coiling around the pillar of flesh already infesting her. Held between two monsters she was filled, filled beyond a threshold that should not be and yet her body did not break. It went numb from the shock, and she limply sat, impaled on their members. Her eyes were rolling in her head as she slipped in and out of consciousness.

Neither of them waited for Nightmare to recover before they started fully. Slither had bottomed out, the entire length of her serpent shafts nestled deep within her Queen’s sex toy. She sighed in pleasure as they began to move, thrusting slowly. Her submission to her Queen so absolute that her cocks worshiped her Queen wrapping and stroking Vesper inside of the little human’s body. She matched Vesper’s movements, thrusting her hips to fuck the human, to use it as it was.

“My, my Queen! I love you!” she cried in supreme happiness.

“Yes, yes,” said Vesper rather dismissive over the snake’s gushing feels, “Please me with this task of breaking this pitiful creature, and I will reward you.”

“Of coursssse my Queen!” She replied, excitedly her flared hips humping harder.

Every thrust made Nightmare’s body distend, bulging as their trio of members mingled within her. Every body shattering slam widened her, loosened her insides, warping it, corrupting it, molding it into a single purpose. The vibrations of their movements could be felt through the floor outside of the room as they fervently used Nightmare. Her hole was slavishly tightening and squelching as it took the monstrous penetrations, shuddering and convulsing.

The perverse coupling lasted tens of minutes, the primal slapping of flesh against carapace and scale filled the room with a cacophony of depraved noises. The moaning and squealing of Nightmare rose in between her screaming and cursing during her brief moments of lucid thoughts. Slither came first, throwing all of her weight into a thrust that nearly dislodged Nightmare from Vesper’s shaft. The wasp’s hands held her firmly, forcing her back down to take both of their full-lengths and girth.

Slither’s thick cum coursed up, spurting into the shivering torso, bloating it. Nightmare’s mouth gaped in a soundless scream, her voice long since tired and frayed. Every pump of the snake sent more serpent sperm roiling into her belly like molten lava, making it grow and grow and grow. Even as the snake shuddered in release, Vesper kept thrusting, slamming her abdomen into Nightmare with reckless abandon. A lesser creature, even Neon Nurse, would have been torn into pieces from her frenzied pace.

“I am going to break you! I am going to destroy you!” roared Vesper.

Vesper’s hand grappled Nightmare by the throat, crushing it as she strangled her. Nightmare had long since gone into shock, her mind distant, fuzzy, fading away as her brain was no longer receiving oxygen. Everything was muted to her, muffled. The pain mixing with pleasure until they were one and the same. Her brain no longer knows which was which. A single thought was rising, filling her mind with both fear and a deranged, depraved elation. This is where I die. Filled her mind. She would be scared if this wasn’t the best thing she had ever felt in her entire life.

At last, even Vesper reached her limit slamming herself in as snake cum spilled out and Nightmare’s body went into mindless twitching and convulsions. Her whole abdomen squeezed injecting gallons of searing cum straight into the host. Nightmare’s stomach doubled, tripled, and finally quadrupled in size ballooning out to the point that her skin grew taut and could go no further. After a long, pleasurable sigh, Vesper pulled out, and the torrent of wasp jizz followed, gushing onto the floor from the broken woman. Her hole gaped and shuddering unable to close. Her face blank as her tongue hung out limply.

Vesper gave a final disgusted look at what Nightmare had become and glanced over to Xava, “Begin the final phase. I grow bored with this thing.”

“As you wish Vesper.”