The Vespidian

Interlewd: Seedbed Log 2

I sat observing my sex toy as the robo nurses continuously and mechanically thrust their hard throbbing cocks into it. It was rather satisfying to see Nightmare be triple stuffed by one in the front and two in the back. Her complaints had died down a bit, mostly due to her mouth being filled.

There was another slick sound emanating from the room, the eye on the back of my head watched my eager snake slurping and suckling on my abdomen. Her insatiable maw working up and down swallowing my whole length as shivers of pleasure went through the serpent. A tentacle pet her head, causing her to tighten up around me. The crushing wet walls pulsing with her body heat.

A twisted smile rose on my face, I was going to enjoying using Slither to help break down Nightmare.

I shifted my gaze to Dr. Arbor, “So do you think she can be modified?”

Dr. Arbor stood in her forest green containment suit observing Nightmare, “What was it you wanted again?”

“I want her to be more durable, to stretch. It is annoying having to hold back to not break her.”

She closed her eyes in thought for a moment, the green mist venting out of her mask, “Stretchy… stretchy… hmmm. I believe I can accommodate that.”

“You can?” I asked.

She tapped her wrist, and an image appeared, she scrolled through a few until some, sort of bug appeared, “An Ixodoidea, or more commonly known a tick.” She brought up a diagram of the tiny creature, and it inflated to more than three times the size of the original body. Dr. Arbor continued, “The tick can weigh up to 600 times its initial body weight after being fully engorged. Now an adult tick’s body is typically 3 millimeters when unfed but can balloon up to anywhere between 9 and 12 millimeters when engorged.”

I nodded, “That is rather accommodating. So you think we could what, splice Nightmare with a tick? How big do you think she could get?”

Dr. Arbor measured Nightmare’s body and did a few rough estimations, “She appears to be about 37 inches from her neck down to her pelvis. I can easily see that emulating the tick and ballooning out to anywhere between 111 inches to 148 inches. Of course, that is if she retains the traits of the tick or she could very well be larger or smaller, it depends on the extent of the mutation.”

She said all of that loudly and barely a foot away from Nightmare. The person in question reeked of a delicacy known as terror. I could see it in her eyes, between the fervent thrusts of my lovely robo nurses that were ravaging her holes, as we so casually discussed this inhumane procedure to turn Nightmare into a better egg sack… mmm that had an excellent ring to it.

I raised a finger, and Neon Nurse slowed down and even pulled her extensive robotic cock out of Nightmare’s throat. She gasped for breath, drooling and quivering, tears running down her face and cum dripping out of her nose. I leaned in close.

“What do you think, Nightmare?” I asked her, letting a tentacle raise her drooping head.

“You, you can’t do this.”

“Oh? But we can. We are Villains, after all. Besides, I think it is rather appropriate that a parasite like you took on a form more fitting for what you are.” I licked my lips, “Mmmm, yes I hardly wait to fill you up. To see your body absolutely bulging with my children until you burst.”

She paled even more than usual, “Monsters! You are all twisted, depraved monsters!”

“Oh please, we are not nearly as fucked up as you are. You deserve something like this. By all rights, I should just kill you, but now I think that would just be letting you off easy. I want you to lament all the lives you have taken. I want you to suffer.”

“No!” she cried, kicking in a futile attempt to escape. I would think that she would have learned by now.

My hands grasped her legs, spreading them and pinning them to the floor. I glanced over to Dr. Arbor, “When can we test it out?”

“I will have to do some tests, but I believe I can make something within the day.”

Dr. Arbor left to do whatever it was she was going to do.

Now then, I shifted my full attention to my misbehaving fuck toy, punishment was in order. My lower hands touched her feet. The clawed fingers gripped the toenail on her big toe. With a twist, it tore entirely off. She squealed and screamed, writhing as I set the toenail onto the floor, blood bubbling off of her toe.

“Ahhh,” I sighed, “I knew there was a reason I let you keep your legs. Now then are you sorry?”

“Yes, yes I am sorry. No more!” Nightmare quivered meekly.

A grasped the next nail, “Oh, but you don’t even know what you are sorry about.”

With a slow, cracking sound, the nail broke off. Little Nightmare had gone blue in the face, it had gone completely blank. I pulled the next. Tearing nail after nail free. Each time slower and more painful than the last. I made sure of that, even broke a toe by accident.

Humans are so fragile after all. One foot pleasantly red. I leaned in and licked the blood, slathering the lengthy tongue to enjoy her pain. Such a lovely flavor.

Air blew from my lips, tormenting her exposed nerves, her screams and cries rising as I took another breath and exhaled, washing her sensitive toes in a small gust of air. Ahh… she passed out. Shame that.

“Slither,” I said, gazing down at my pet.

The snake shuddered, stopping herself mid slurp, her eyes staring up at me reverently… seriously starting to think that this snake is a hardcore masochist. I don’t remember breaking her in this much. Maybe she was secretly always like this? It is not like I have a god complex or something. I shook my head of that thought and pet her.

“I want you to do something for me in a bit,” I said.

She snaked herself off of my ovipositor, letting the throbbing pillar of flesh fall away from her unhinged mouth. Her thick drool still connecting us. Slither lowered herself onto the floor, quivering in anticipation to what I was going to say. I smiled, scratching the top of her head.

“Here is what I want you to do…”

~~***~~

Nightmare awoke from her fevered dreams of torment, shuddering as the dull pain from her toes scurried up her spine. She shifted her neck, looking about the room. Alone. She had been left alone. A sigh of relief escaped her mouth as she drooped, mired on the floor. It felt like it had been ages since she had been left alone. Her throat, asshole, and pussy were throbbing with discomfort, stinging from all the tears and friction burns from being used almost continuously by Neon Nurse.

A sound filled the void of silence, a slow, heavy scratching noise. It almost sounded like sand tumbling over dunes in a sshhhh noise. There was one major problem, there was no sand here. Her mind became fearful once more, already exhausted from being unable to sleep except when her body gave out. Something was in here with her.

“Sssssuch a tasssty morssal,” wisped a voice from thin air.

“Who is there!?” Nightmare dragged herself by her chin, attempting to get to a corner of the room.

Her head hit something hard, except there was nothing there, at least not that the eye could see. Slowly the brilliant scales of a massive snake materialized, the coils circled completely around Nightmare in an ever-shrinking circle. It was that snake subhuman that had been eagerly sucking off the wasp. What was its name? Nightmare wracked her brain for a moment until she remembered, Slither.

“Sss ssss,” tittered the snake woman her inhuman slit eyes predatory and hungering as they gazed upon Nightmare.

A distinct tingle spread up her spine. A primal fear. This was what prey felt when a predator stared it down. Nightmare shuddered, shivering as she pushed herself away from the snake’s head. Her back slammed into the scaled slab of pure muscle behind her. It slowly moved, slithering. She certainly lived up to her name.

“What do you want!” She cried out, fearful.

The snake’s hood suddenly expanded out, there were large colorful eyes gaped on either side of the snake’s neck staring down at her, four eyes from the snake. She was unable to move, unable to look away, “Sssso ssscared. Ssss sss look into my eyesss. Yesss that iss it. Good little mousssy.”

Slither began to sway back and forth, her upper body contorting. The eyes rhythmically shifting from side to side. A low, almost pleasant sound rose, background noise. Sand on the dunes. It was oddly relaxing. Her scales rubbing against one another, slithering over herself.

It was enjoyable. Nightmare stared, helpless to resist. This was the first thing that didn’t involve torture that she had experienced since she had gotten here. The colors flashing vividly off of the snake’s scales, the sound relaxing and disarming, and the subtle, gentle movements lulling her all to the snake’s seductive voice crawling into her head.

“Yesss, jussst ssstare. Relax, Ssss yesss jussst like that. Sssstare.” Whispered the snake undulating back and forth Nightmare’s eyes entranced by the sight. “Yessss, sssso warm.”

Oddly Nightmare actually felt warm. Perhaps it was due to how shot her nerves had been, and now that this moment of respite had come she found herself taken entirely by it. She leaned back against the snake, no longer feeling fearful of it. It was, it was a good snake. It was just trying to make her feel better.

“Pleasssantly warm. Yess, ssss. Warmer and warmer,” whispered the snake.

Slither moved slowly forward, gradually closing the distance all while charming Nightmare, before she even realized it, the snake was face to face with her. “You want to be warmer don’t you?”

Her mind was foggy, muggy, and warm. “Yes,” replied Nightmare thoroughly entranced.

“Ssss, well then it is warmer in here,” Slither’s mouth opened wide, gaping as her jaws unhinged.

Heat washed out of her mouth in a wave of air. It certainly was warmer in there. Nightmare leaned forward, her head touching the wet, hot flesh of the snake’s mouth. It was so relaxing as she closed her eyes, letting out a sigh of relief. The maw closed around her, taking half of her in and beginning to work left then right, taking more and more of her in. Slowly Nightmare began to realize what had just happened.

Her mind coming back to. No longer enthralled by the snake’s movements and the horrifying realization of what was happening dawned on her. Nightmare’s legs thrashed about struggling as she kicked and wormed trying to break free from the crushing maw that had encased her.

Slither grasped Nightmare’s legs, holding them still and pushed, feeding her prey into her gluttonous throat. Surrounded by tensing muscles and the acidic stench of digestive juices coming up from the snake’s stomach. Trapped. No escape. Terror seized Nightmare as the entrance to the snake’s throat gaped washing her in fouled smells of what awaited her.

“No! No! Don’t eat me!” She screamed, but Slither only laughed her jaws working fervently to consume her prey.

Her head pushed through, and then the rest soon followed as her feet no longer felt the air, and the hot wet saliva covered her completely. The throat muscles tensed and began to work rhythmically, skillfully expediting Nightmare to her demise. She slid down the fleshy tunnel, muscles crushing her, restraining her movements. It was over. No escape. Swallowed whole by a damned dirty snake.

The throat ended and dumped Nightmare into the stomach. Acids bubbled around her they seared at her flesh, slowly. Even this part of the snake was tight. Holding her in place, no room to thrash. She could only squirm, what little air was in here was disgusting and burned her with every breath.

So this was how she was going to die? Eaten? Melted and digested? Would she drown or suffocate first? Nightmare shuddered at the thought. Damn that snake, damn that fucking wasp! But what could she do?

Time passed inside the snake. She was unsure if it was a lot of time or merely moments. Her skin had started to numb. A sound rose, and something pushed at her from the side. Groping at her flank. She couldn’t see what it was.

“Oh? She is really in there, huh? You really can eat people,” said Vesper from outside.

The muscles tightened, squeezing Nightmare as Slither shuddered, “O, of courssse my Queen! Sssslither would never lie to you.”

“Of course not pet. Did you enjoy your meal?”

“Yesss, been weeks ssssince I have eaten sssolid food.”

Vesper sounded almost playful, “Oh is my cum not good enough for you?”

The body writhed around Nightmare as she snaked squirmed, “O, of courssse not my Queen! I, I, Sssslither lovesss to sssuck and drink your esssence. I crave it. I live for it!”

Vesper laughed, “Oh such an eager slut you are. Very well, I will feed you some more.”

The snake flattened jostling Nightmare as it apparently got as low as possible on the floor, “Thank you, my Queen!”

The surrounding muscles loosened as fresh air came inside, but something soon blocked the flow. An obscene gurgling and squelching moan rose from the snake as it began to swallow something. What ever it was, it was long and big. A creeping dread crept over Nightmare as she felt the throat muscles moving, swallowing something and then, it touched her toes. Tendrils squirmed and crawled over her, descending steadily. She knew full well what that was, it was Vesper’s disgusting bug cock. But how the hell was it reaching all the way down here?

It nestled in, exploring as Slither made lewd, pleasure-filled gasped and moans. There was something seriously wrong with that damned snake. Vesper’s tendrils worked their way over her legs and found her butt. The fleshy appendages wiggled for a moment, mapping it out until they spread her labia open, tentatively pushing in.

“Ohh?” Said Vesper slowing her advance for a moment, “So that is where you were Nightmare. Enjoying yourself in there? How does it feel to be so powerless? So vulnerable and at my mercy?”

The snake tightened, crushing Nightmare to the point that she squeaked. She was unable to voice her dissent. She hated this, this damned wasp! Her thoughts of revenge against Vesper were abruptly interrupted as the hot spear of flesh that had been probing her slammed forward. Penetrating her as the snake’s insides held her in place. It was huge. It spread her, stretching, digging, clawing at every part of her insides.

How could it reach, how?! She was so deep inside of that damned snake and yet- It slammed deeper into her. Stabbing into her, pounding against her cervix and with a final push, it entered her womb. Nightmare screamed, acid burning her tongue and mouth. She retched, having swallowed some of it. All around her, the living walls undulated, pulsing, and sliding. The snake was in ecstasy.

Slither was being used as a cock sleeve, and Nightmare was getting the business end of that monstrous wasp cock. She shuddered as it withdrew only to return, smashing into her. This depraved and disgusting torment had only begun. A rhythmic slapping rose as Slither sucked and Nightmare got fucked.

The pace increased. Every thudding penetration pushed Nightmare deeper into the acid. Her face soon submerged as she gurgled and squirmed. At this rate, she was going to drown. She jerked her head up desperate for air, gasping as the tube inflated inside of her, spreading her more. It burned, it hurt, it seared as she was raped. Her mind descended into darkness. She was going to die in here. She was sure of it. That sick and twisted monster of a wasp. It would do something like this, of course, it would!

Her head became funny, perhaps it was the fumes or the crushing realization that she was going to die. It hurt, her bones felt like they would be mushed at any moment, her skin burned, but, but there was a single sensation to keep her mind off of her impending doom, pleasure. Delirious, light-headed, and oxygen-starved Nightmare latched onto the only sensation that was not destroying her with pain, Vesper’s ovipositor plunging into her.

That thing that was using her, fucking her. She couldn’t think straight anymore.

She tightened, twisting and squirming, craving those feelers digging into her. She needed them. Empty without that hot, thick bug cock filling her. Her body losing strength with every moment as she slumped face first in the acid, drowning in the hellishly hot juices. Pleasure welling up in her dying brain. She was going to die. She was certain, she knew it was happening. But it felt so good. Like she was melting.

She came as part of her snapped. Convulsing in what she assumed to be her death throws. Then it inflated. Vesper’s ovicock expanded. It filled her. Lodging itself inside of her as her crazed mind felt the thick hot fluids gushing into her, filling her. Her eyes rolled as her insides felt as though they were melting, eroding, and suffocating.

The pulsing, searing pleasure felt like an eternity as her vision darkened.

It pulled, ripping out of her. Vesper’s cum flowed past her diluting the snake’s stomach acid. The member retreated completely, and Nightmare floated there fully content to die. But that was too easy. Vesper had other plans. A carapaced hand spread Slither’s throat wide, grasped her leg, pulling and Nightmare ascended out of that hell of flesh.

She flopped onto the floor free of the snake, throwing up juices and trembling. Her eyes unfocused, not a care in the world.

“Look at the face on this slut,” said Vesper, “If that is not a fucked silly expression I don’t know what is. Did you enjoy that?”

Did her face look like that? Nightmare couldn’t imagine it. Still, it felt wonderful to breathe again, to be alive. Vaguely she nodded, “I did.”

“Not really torture then, now is it? I didn’t think you would be this much of a whore. I thought you had, dignity. I thought you wouldn’t get off on this sort of thing. To think you would enjoy being eaten. Maybe I should eat you myself.” Said Vesper, her fingers lightly touching a toe.

Pain erupted obliterating the nirvana that had wrapped around Nightmare’s mind. It surged up her spine as she writhed. Her mangled toe separated from her foot as Vesper squeezed the next, popping it like a zit. Bones shattering. All that mindless bliss just moments before seemed like a lie. The terrible cold reality of her situation sinking in again as she screamed, her voice hoarse and distorted from the burns in her throat.

The numbness across her skin faded, revealing the searing agony of having partially been digested. She writhed screeching and howling as the next toe broke and was torn free. That monster of a wasp picking at her feet. Destroying them as she so easily and carelessly crushed the bones. Her right foot suddenly lifted up, and hot wet blood flowed down her powerless leg. The shock of it faded as her mind realized what had happened. Vesper shifted her head slightly, and the whole foot tore off form the ankle.

Nightmare’s mouth gaped, screaming in silence. Her breath seized in her throat, and a single thought filled her head, she wished that she had just melted in that damned snake. The mandibles worked, crushing and pulping as her flesh was chewed by that monstrosity. Slowly it worked its way down. Bite after bite. Devouring her left leg. Bones snapping, flesh-tearing, pain flowing as smoothly as her blood.

“Kill me!” Screamed Nightmare.

The many eyes of the wasp stared down at her in amusement, “No.”

“Please, please, just kill me!”

An obscene smile rose on the Vesper’s face, “I won’t let you die. Not until you have suffered, not until you are broken. Not until I am bored with your torment.”

“Mercy, please! Mercy!”

“Mercy?” said Vesper vaguely as she rose up from finishing off the left leg, “You think you deserve mercy? Foolish little human. You stole so much from me. It is only fair I take just as much from you.”

Nightmare’s mouth opened to plead, but all that came was a squealing scream flacked with blood. The mandibles smashed and pulverized her right foot. They inched down crunching bone just as easily as cereal. Snapping and shattering as they descended, slowly, inevitably. Her mouth marched devouring as it went. The blood smeared across her bone-white face, there was no humanity left in that face, it was a facade. A lie. It was a monster.

There was a brief euphoric revelation as Nightmare watched her tormentor... she made that. She unleashed this fiend upon the world. Just as quickly as her misguided pride appeared, it was shattered by the agony of being eaten alive.