Interlewd: Seedbed Log 1

Day 1

I sat watching Nightmare through the two-way mirror. She languished about that white room; it was empty and devoid of anything save her trembling body. Her left shoulder ended abruptly, and the freshly cauterized stump had begun to scar. As for the right, her hand was missing two fingers, the pointer, and the middle finger. The rest recently reattached, causing red lines to form where the flesh had forcefully sealed.

I never thought that watching someone suffering would please me. I had always shied away from it, never really enjoying it when I hurt others. But if it was this bitch, if it was Nightmare, then the part of my brain that reigned in my action seemed to turn off. I felt no pause, no guilt, or even slight hesitation as I considered what delightfully terrible things to do to this disgusting creature.

If this was how Villains feel while plotting and scheming how to dick over the heroes, well, slap my ass and tag team me in cause this is ecstasy. It was like being a kid in a candy store or more appropriately, a lewd wasp in an adult toy store, and everything is free. I just don’t know what to do with myself. I mean, seriously, there were so many options to choose. How could I possibly decide?

I could eat her piece by piece. I could watch as she melts in a vat of acid, or release the robo snakes and scorpions upon her. I could use her as a cock sock and kill her by shoving my whole length through her until it came out of her mouth. I could lay eggs in her and use her as nothing more than an incubator for the rest of her life, reducing her to little more than livestock… well, that is most likely what she will ultimately become. I am very interested in having children with Mind Powers, after all.

Those and many, many more plots circulated about my head. The problem was that a frail human could not possibly withstand the various things that I would do. She would be long dead by the time my demented mind ever even got close to running out of ways to break her. As such, I had to be careful. Yes, Breaking her too soon would destroy my fun. I would not let her get off easy by slipping into the sweet release of insanity or even death. No, I wanted her to be alive and conscious and aware of everything that is done to her.

“Xava,” I said, glancing down to my lovely robotic nurse.

“Yes,” she tilted her head.

“You know a lot about anatomy, right?”

“I certainly do. What inquiries did you have?”

“What is the most painful thing you can think of?”

She thought on it, “Hmm… Pain is somewhat subjective, just as taste can be. However, it all leads back to the pain receptors in the brain. So the most painful thing possible would be to supercharge the pain receptors and disable the dopamine and serotonin receptors to keep the subject from being able to go into shock. However, doing this would quite literally fry the brain. While it would be a pain beyond imagining, the brain would cease to function, thereby killing the person.”

I nodded, “Hmmm, killing her certainly would be an issue. That being said, she would become a vegetable at that point correct? The body would still function?”

“Theoretically, yes, I could set her body up to be regulated and kept alive even if she is brain dead. It would be similar to being in a coma.”

“Tell, me, can you make a device capable of that?”

She paused as her emerald green eyes glowed brightly while she processed my request, after a minute or so her eyes gleamed, “Yes, I believe that it is possible. However, it will take some time to complete.”

I touched my fingers together in a pyramid, tapping them slowly as my smile spread until it cracked my face, “Good, then I can enjoy playing with my food. When I grow bored with her, that will be her end. A final spark as her very soul is crushed out of her, and her body becomes nothing more than a seedbed continuously giving birth to my brood.”

I shivered just imagining what sort of face she would make, the sound she might produce, the smell of fear and pain as her brain fried in complete and utter agony.

“Well, then shall we get started?” I smiled at her.

“Certainly, Vesper.”

The door opened as I walked into that abyss of white. Nightmare shifted, squirming to the sounds of the door opening, and the thuds of my feet approached her.

Her mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, “Wha, what do you want!?”

My clawed fingers traced her back, “To play with my new toy.”

“Don’t hurt me!”

I pet her slowly relishing the stink of her fear, “Well now, that depends on how well you obey, doesn’t it.”

“What… what do you want?” She shuddered to my touch.

I nodded, and Xava released her restraints. I was not scared of her in any shape or form. Even if she did manage to somehow Mind Dive me, Xava would rip her away from me in a moment, breaking her connection and rendering her power useless. And Neon Nurse, being Neon Nurse, was not susceptible to Nightmare’s power.

She sat, staring up at me with apprehension. My abdomen pushed between my legs coming to bear before her and it opened, the vents oozing heated mist before my genitalia spread out like an obscene flower. She gulped, shying away from my extending ovipositor. The tube inflating and filling, pulsing with perverse hunger.

“Get, get that disgusting thing away from me!” She flopped away.

My hand grabbed her by the chin, lifting her off of the ground and setting her back in front of me, forcing her to look at it, “Now, now. You will obey or… I will get creative.”

She shook, lowering her eyes, “What do you want me to do?”

I cooed softly, “That is more like it. I gave you those fingers back for a reason. Stroke my bug cock like your life depends on it, if you do good enough, I might reward you.”

She hesitated, slowly extending her arm to touch the soft flesh. My member squished in as she poked it. She grasped it, as best she could, moving her hand at a glacial pace. This certainly was not going to get me off. I hissed, voicing my displeasure and she shrank away, letting go of my member.

“I said stroke. Give me a hand job, you slut,” I reached down, lifting her hand and forcing it to wrap around my shaft.

Slowly I moved up and down, forcing her to comply. Her face grew more and more disgusted with every moment, which only made my ovipositor twitch with arousal. The pace began to increase as her arm jerked stiffly, she was not at all into it, resisting meekly. Mmm it seems that she needs an attitude adjustment.

I released her hand, and it immediately stopped, pulling away. I rubbed my chin staring at her with all of my black eyes, “If you will not use my generous gift as it should be, then I will take it back.”

She looked at me like I was crazy; it quickly turned to horror as my tentacles coiled around her and lifted her body. They forced her arm out, extending it straight as my mouth gaped. Her face went pale, and sweat dribbled.

“NO! Not my arm! Please, Please, I will do better! I will do anything, just not my arm!” she screamed.

I paused for a moment, letting her hope rise, only to decimate it as my jaws slammed shut on her hand, tearing her fingers off. My mandibles set to work, crunching as her sweet blood spurt and flowed. Bones snapped and twisted as my jaws worked up slowly, nibbling, and eating her flesh. Inch by inch, I moved up consuming her arm. Her body writhing, and her mouth gaped in an endless frantic screaming screech, only pausing as she sucked in air.

Finally, my lips pressed against her shoulder, and I pulled away, opening my mouth to show her the pulped remains of her arm. My tongue smeared her across the face with her own blood and flesh before rolling back, and I swallowed. Her face turned ghostly white, and she threw up, passing out.

“How weak. It was just an arm. I lose those all the time. Her pain threshold must be very shallow,” I said disappointed.

“That is normal, for a human.”

“Then, humans are just weak.”

“They are,” nodded Xava.

I lowered Nightmare and Xava injected her, the blood foamed and sealed the wound shut. As much as I would love to continue, she would likely die from much else done to her at the moment. Reluctantly, I allowed her to rest with IV drips inserted into her legs to keep her healthy.

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Day 2

The next day I returned to torture her some more. Nightmare lay on the floor, armless as she gazed up at the ceiling blankly. Slowly her eyes shifted to me, and she shuddered.

“Come back to finish the job?” She sneered.

“Finish?” I asked, looming over, “We have hardly begun. You didn’t even get me off yesterday.”

Her eyes got rather large and scared at my words. I licked my lips, relishing in her delectable scent, the pungent sweet smell of prey oozing out of every part of her. It was arousing.

“What are you planning now?!” she shrunk away from me, inching away like a worm as she used her chin to help crawl away.

“I was going to feed you. After all, you must be hungry.” I said, amused.

“Fuck you! I will kill you!” she cried.

“Since you have such a nice and active mouth, let us put it to good use,” I smiled, lifting her up into a sitting position directly atop my throbbing abdomen.

My flesh bulged and schlicked as the shaft slid free, pulsing as it inflated. Her mouth tightly pressed shut as she glared at me. Oh… Mmmm yes, resistance. How… enjoyable. One of my tentacles pressed to her lips, shoving and forcing her mouth open. Her eyes swam as I fed more of it into her, letting it wiggle about. Her muffled complaints rose until a sharp sting made me twitch. I gazed at her, her teeth sunk into my appendage.

I tilted my head, leaning in to observe her, tears flowing from her tightly shut eyes while her feeble jaws clenched trying to bite off my thick, muscular feeler. My claws pried her mouth open, and my tentacle retreated much to her relief, which was short lived. The egglayer soon replaced it. My hands wrapped around her head as I shoved it in with no regard for her comfort.

Nightmare sputtered and thrashed, biting into it desperately. I closed my eyes sighing as my member set to work, crawling deeper into her throat and subsequently slithering down. Her whole body revolted, legs kicking as she chewed, trying to sink her teeth into the expanding flesh. My member steadily inflated with arousal, forcing her mouth open. Her lips were deliciously spread around me.

Her mouth muscles were naturally no match, and I began to thrust steadily, ignoring her feeble attempt to harm me. The grating of her teeth served little more than to add friction. More and more bug cock pulsed, feeding itself into her as she violently thrashed and squirmed, held in place by my four hands. Steadily she sunk deeper and deeper, her eyes rolling as drool and slobber oozed down her chin, excess lubricants to ease my penetration.

Ah… she needs oxygen, doesn’t she? I pulled off, watching as her distended throat shrunk, and my flesh slipped out completely. In its absence, she gulped in air. Her chest heaving as she gasped. I pressed against her mouth again, and her eyes stared up at me, pleadingly. Unfortunately, there was no mercy to be found. I smiled as my hands force-fed two feet of ovicock down her throat.

Her insides were hot and wet, rather tight as well. Her head began to bob as I used her. Up she slid and then back down, her eyes filled with hate, and it only fueled my lust, yes she was only encouraging me. Don’t look at me with such passionate eyes; it only makes me want to rape you even more. My hand forced her to suck faster and harder. Her stomach distending with every single thrust. The acid tingling and tantalizing my member. It wasn’t nearly as strong as Slither’s.

“That is it. Suck my cock, you filthy whore. Good, yes. This is all you are good for. You are just a hole to be fucked and used until you break,” I taunted, leaning in close to her gurgling head.

She sputtered, tightening as I felt her teeth trying desperately to bite off my egglayer. I moaned, her resistance only served to make it feel better. My lips pursed as her head worked my shaft up and down, harder and faster, her legs kicking as I used her. Yes, I was using her. She was, after all, something to be used and broken at my leisure. More profoundly, I pressed her down, watching as she groaned and fluids spurt and oozed out of her mouth and nose.

Then I heard it. A wet noise as her body gave way. My member surged, pushing profoundly into her as her eyes gaped, fear and disgust filling her strained face. Her stomach grew and grew as I coiled inside of it. Finally, I shuddered, and my member inflated nearly breaking her jaw as my cum flowed into her. The throat stretched as it pushed steadily down the tube until it erupted into her gut. My cum spurt out of her nose and flooded out of her mouth. Her face twisted in pain as her body grumbled and groaned unable to take the sheer quantity.

Slowly I pulled out watching as she foamed at the mouth, eyes rolled up, body twitching on the floor. I licked my lips, enjoying every moment of her torment. She looked as though she were pregnant, her massive jiggly belly to her side. I was genuinely surprised that her stomach had not ruptured from the volume of jizz she had just ingested.

“I hope you enjoyed your feeding,” I said playfully lording her.

White cum bubbles formed, dribbling from her parted mouth and her nose as my special sauce streamed onto the floor. She was naturally passed out. I sat watching, as the color slowly returned to her face. After roughly twenty minutes or so, she blinked. She stirred, gagging, and throwing up a torrent of white.

“Bad girl. Wasting all that food I gave you,” I admonished her.

She wobbled, falling over, defenseless. Her ass bare and begging to be used. She spasmed a bit. Nightmare was undoubtedly fun to play with. I poked at her humming happily. Eventually, her eyes focused enough that I knew she was conscious. I had waited for this. After all, it wouldn’t do to rape her while she couldn’t feel it.

My clawed finger pressed against her pussy and slowly it penetrated. My antennae pressed against the hole, spreading it as I smelled her. Despite all this, it appeared that all of this somewhat aroused her. Well, then I suppose I should reward her. My finger withdrew, and my tendrilled tip teased her entrance as I held her skinny ass.

“What is this? Why are you wet, I wonder? It couldn’t possibly be that you are enjoying this?” I asked, tilting my head. “What a dirty little whore. I bet you were looking forward to this. Well then, enjoy becoming my cock sleeve.”

“What are you-” She started, still very much disoriented.

I pushed. Her body jerked as she cried out. My member undulating as it invaded, inch by inch. Slowly spreading her. She was cramped and moist. Her walls tightened in a misguided attempt to resist, thinking that if she got smaller, I could not fit. My tube compressed and the tendrils stabbed into her folds, undulating lewdly as they attacked her. Her hips began spasming as more of myself steadily, fed into her wanting body.

I leaned over her, “Yes, you want this, don’t you? I can feel it; I can smell it. Such a good host. That is what you are. Don’t worry; I will fill you with so many babies that you will never be able to move again.”

“No! I don’t want this! Get your filthy cock out of me-” she revolted, wiggling since that was all she was capable of doing.

My lower hand slapped her booty, and then the opposite hand did the same. Soon they were working in tandem, beating her as I gripped her torso, pumping her steadily back and forth on my cock.

“Dawww, you think you have a choice? You are nothing. You are no longer human. You are whatever I say you are. And I say that you are my seedbed, a thing for me to impregnate over and over. A breeding bitch. A gestator, incubator… no, you are even lower than that. You will grow my babies inside of you, and when they hatch, I will fuck you full of even more. Stretching you out with every clutch of eggs and you will take more every time.” I laughed as the sound of our copulation filled the room.

The steady, heavy smacks of my flesh surging into her rose as she screamed and writhed below me. She was powerless. She was weak. She was mine to rape and defile and destroy as I saw fit. I pressed in harder, pushing her top half into the floor as I started to rail into her pussy. The squelching of juices rose as I pounded away. Red flakes began to appear in the copious flow as I listened to her bones creaking and her body straining.

“SSTHOP!” she squealed and cried.

I mounted her harder, bottoming out as my tube slammed into her depths, scraping at the back of her womb. Her eyes rolled, and she foamed at the mouth slumping. I slowed, working her along the shaft using her as the thing that she was, a sex toy, stroking myself off with her convulsing walls of flesh until I came. Her belly distended as I pulled out. I had held back and not lay eggs just yet; she didn’t deserve them.

I pulled her off like a used condom and let her fall to the floor, cum spurting from both ends. I sat watching her, waiting for her to come back to reality.

It took a good hour.

Her listless eyes focused as she groggily looked about the room. They soon fell on me, and she shivered violently. Her fear was palpable, delectable, and it made my mouth water.

“Mo- Monster,” she grit at me and spit my lovingly gifted, highly nutritious juice on the floor… such a waste.

I tilted my head back, “Xava, she wasted the food. I believe punishment is in store.”

“Oh? What sort dear?” asked Neon Nurse gazing down with cold robotic eyes on the quivering prey.

“Maybe she doesn’t understand?”

“Could be.”

“What would- ah remove her teeth. After all, she will never eat anything besides protein paste and my cum ever again. Maybe that will make it sink into her head?”

Xava smiled, “What an excellent idea.”

Nightmare sputtered, flopping about like a fish that had been washed ashore, “No, no, please no!”

The cold plastic smile of Neon Nurse plastered her face as she pulled out what appeared to be a plier-like device that sent out arcs of electricity from it and made menacing clapping noises as it slammed shut several times. Oh my~ that certainly looks like it is going to be painful.

Xava placed the tool to the squirming woman’s mouth, smiling as it clamped down. With a tug blood spurt and Nightmare screamed as a loud crack filled the air. She squirmed helplessly on the floor, her stumps writhing as Xava stood over her, letting the white tooth fall from the plier-like device, clinking onto the floor as she straddled Nightmare’s chest. Neon Nurse hummed merrily as she set to work pushing the contraption in. The gurgling cries of Nightmare would flare up and then devolve into a shrieking wail as the cyborg yanked back ripping another tooth out. I stared down at the pathetic thing, bubbles forming as she cried.

Xava kept at it for half an hour. At no point was anesthesia given. It was done raw and hard. Tooth after tooth ripped and pulled out until there was a wide assortment scattered around the floor. She wiped her brow, blood smearing from her red hands as she did and gave a refreshing smile to me. Honestly, it was rather cute. I think I am getting rather dark. Well if it were anybody other than Nightmare I wouldn’t even consider doing something like this. My finger pried open her mouth, looking over the puffy gums. It was all red in there, however not a tooth remained.

Approvingly I smiled and pat Xava on the head, “Good job, make sure she doesn’t bleed to death though.”

“Of course.” She replied, injecting something into Nightmare.

I almost felt bad for her. Almost. We will see if her attitude adjusts.

Her mouth and other injuries had healed rather quickly, thanks to Xava’s help. I sat observing Nightmare, my fingers spreading her mouth open for me to inspect. As expected of my lovely wife, not a single tooth remained. The gums were beautiful and soft, perfect for cock sucking, which was all that this hole was going to be doing from now on.

My member stiffened immediately at the thought of giving it a test drive. Nightmare shivered, meekly looking away as I pressed the tip to her lips. The tendrils pried her mouth open and proceeded to drag me inside. She hardly resisted at this point. She is learning. I patted my sex toy on the head for being an excellent cock sleeve. I felt her tongue shifting, tasting me. Oh! More pats for a good suck slut.

“Good girl. Good, yes, that is it. You are doing so well. It is not hard, even a worthless cum dumpster like you can do it.” I smiled, placing a hand on her head.

Slowly it descended, and she took my member with only minimal struggling. It was admirable for a human really. Her throat expanded, and I soon bottomed out in her stomach. I wanted to see if she had truly learned anything and let go of her head. She sat there in a daze. Then slowly began to rise. She let my tip sit in her mouth before slurping it back down with a rather lewd noise. I pat her approvingly as she sucked me off all on her own.

“Look at you. Such a good suck slut. Do I taste good? You enjoy this, don’t you?” I leaned in my tentacles, touching her face.

Her eyes were still filled with resistance, despite her actions. Good. Good. It wouldn’t do if she broke so easily. It hasn’t even been two full days yet. That would just be pathetic really. Yes, that is it, cling to your humanity so that I can strip it away from you and break you and destroy you until you are nothing more than a fuck puppet. Her pace was too slow. It was obvious that this was mere, lip service in an attempt to appease me. However, such unenthusiastic cock sucking wasn’t going to get anybody off. She had not learned her place. My hand plopped on her head, and her eyes gaped filled with terror as I shoved her down. She convulsed sloshing as liquid spilled from her lips, drooling down.

As before, my hand rose and fell. Her whole body forced to follow, and she suckled my cock. Trembling and squirming as I used her as the living onahole that she was. Her tight insides burned as she constricted. I pulled back, freeing myself — this time I did not cum.

She gasped, huffing, and drooling as she flopped over.

“Xava, don’t feed her until I tell you to,” I instructed her.

Though Neon Nurse had a questioning look, she nodded, “As you wish. Was there anything else?”

“Have her practice sucking your cock and if she puts in a good effort, reward her with some flavored protein paste. Just enough so that she will want more. I have other things to attend to,” I said, giving her a last look before leaving Nightmare at the mercy of the robo nurses and their tenting cocks.