The Vespidian

Interlewd: Seedbed Log 4

Nightmare hung, suspended in an apparatus that left her vulnerable. It held her tightly so that she could not wiggle free. At first, it was uncomfortable, but as time went on, she noticed it less and less. The steady, mechanical thumping of the machine behind her pumping a pair of thick dildoes into her. This had become normal when Vesper was not using her; this was where she was placed. The machines were tireless. They were continuously humping her holes, filling them, stretching them, widening her, torturing her.

This was a systematic torture method to break her down, she knew it, there was no denying it. The sex machines were the least of her worries; however, locked onto her head was a helmet and visor. A noise filled her ears; it was inescapable, incessant, and mind-numbing. A high pitched buzzing noise. The glowing pink screen obscured all of her vision, cutting her off from the world. Someone could be standing right in front of her, and she would not know it. Senses deprived and overloaded. Her eyes filled with flashes of words and a droning spiral that had no end.

It was a hypnotic brainwashing method. Nightmare knew full well about such things, after all, she used to employ much the same tactics, admittedly not as professional or high end as this. Though that had more to do with her situation back then, it was before she gained her mind diving powers, back when she was a crooked hypnotist tricking people out of their money or sending subtle suggestions for sexual favors.

This was on a whole different level compared to her parlor tricks. She knew the implications of this. It was best not to look, to close her eyes and endure it. That being said... she couldn't keep her eyes closed forever, and the whispers in her ears from subliminal messages were still getting through. Inherently one can't be forced to do something they don't want to do, and that is why a proper hypnotist changes what the person wants. Well, that was the basic principle behind the entire thing.

She had never thought that she would be on the receiving end of it one day, but here she was, bound and forced to watch and listen. She couldn't keep her eyes closed forever, and that didn't help against the voice insidiously and continuously slithering into her mind. The sounds were not helping at all to drown out that voice, instead making it more noticeable, more profound. The words of the wasp were penetrating her mind as though it was a plump and pliant hole to fuck.

"Open your eyes.

Watch deeply.

Feels good

Can't look away.

Must obey."

Nightmare opened her eyes, the spiral swirling before her. It was a familiar pattern, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before. It was relaxing, soothing, and disarming. Vesper's words whispered in her ears, repeating what was written in the middle of the spiral as it flashed for a moment, however often times the words did not line up.

"Relax

Watch

Stare deeply

Can't look away

Obedience is Bliss

You must obey

You are a slave.

You can't resist.

Resistance is futile.

Must obey

Must do as I say.

No choice.

Obey your Queen

You live to serve

Obedience is pleasure

Resistance is agony

Happiness is obedience

You are an Incubator.

A Seedbed.

Relax

Freedom is slavery

Slavery is freedom

Submission is joy.

Submit and obey

Blank and empty

So empty

Must be filled

Craving to be filled

Falling deeper

And deeper

Into submission

Into subservience to me

Addicted to my voice

Unable to stop

You want this

You need this

You crave my words

Incubator has no choice

Incubator must obey

Incubator has no say."

While the words fluttered by, the machines fucked her steadily getting her to an orgasm, only to pull out and leave her empty and wanting. The damned thing stopped when she was so close! She wiggled, trying to rub against anything for relief. Just a little more. She was so close. But she had been denied release. She panted, her pussy trembling as it twitched, it was empty and needy.

"Need to be filled

Must be filled

So empty

Empty makes you uncomfortable

Must be filled

Must be fucked

Must be used.

Addicted to cock

Craving to be fucked

Must be bred

Gestator

Incubator

Seedbed

Pleasure your Queen

Service your Queen

Obey your Queen.

Worship your Queen."

Nightmare didn't quite know how it was doing it, but the machine knew precisely the moment to stop to frustrate her. It tormented her with promises of bliss should she obey. It was an insane trap. Edging her until her mind was foggy and needy. Too hard to think about anything other than getting off. It would be so easy to surrender. To beg to be fucked. To give in to the twisted wasp and let it have its way with her. She couldn't though if she did it would all be over. She refused to be the wasp's slave, her toy. At least, that is how it was what she was telling herself.

Nightmare quivered as the machine refused to fuck her. Instead of being a reprieve, the absences of the friction made her insides itch and hunger. How long had it been since it stopped? Her holes were hot, throbbing, horny, and craving to be filled. The words didn't help one bit.

"So empty.

Empty

Empty

Needy

Horny

Wanting

Needing

Craving

To be filled

Surrender to me

To your Queen.

Beg to be bred.

Plead to be filled

To be fucked.

To be stretched and used

Mouth so empty

Ready

Thirsty

Hungry for cock."

Nightmare gulped unconsciously, her mouth dry for a moment before she managed to wet it. Images of Vesper's ovicock flashed before her as the familiar stench of raunchy wasp cock filled her nostrils. Her mind was tantalizing her with memories of it sliding into her throat, filling her. The exotic taste of sweet citrus fruit trembling on her tongue. She shuddered wetting herself as the scent of Vesper's cum wafted into her nose. She panted, drooling as her mouth gaped, tongue rolling as she remembered how it tasted and how it filled her.

A brief moment of clarity hit her, and she snapped her needy mouth shut, shaking her head desperate to get the memories to go away. She couldn't give in. She wouldn't. It didn't matter how horny she was or, or how much she just wanted to slurp and suck on her Queen's cock and drink down her delicious jizz. No, no she was stronger than this brainwashing. She would never surrender to that filthy, lovely wasp cock.

"No! No! I won't surrender to you!" She cried out into the empty room.

Someone had heard her, and a low humming of machines began to move. Needles pierced into her flesh from all around as they injected something into her. A searing, burning filled her veins. She heaved and huffed, crying and trembling as her body felt like it was melting. She felt her weight shift, sinking down and down. It felt like a long time to be lowered, unable to see or feel anything until the bottom was reached. She squirmed about, the harness releasing her and she was left alone. Nightmare wormed about exploring her surroundings, trying to keep her mind off of the images of flush wasp cock strobing before her vision.

The room was circular. A new noise scrabbled its way over the voices and mind-numbing tones, metal on metal. A thing dropped down, thudding beside her, she reeled away from it as more of them thudded around the prison. She felt the cold metal touch her as the first of many began to feel her body out. They had surrounded her. A smooth head pushed at her and slithered as it found her entrance. It shoved into her quivering pussy, causing her mouth to gape and scream.

Her scream seemed to act as a call to action. They swarmed her. Mechanical snakes wormed about her, honing in on her holes. Soon her screams were muffled as her mouth, her asshole and even her breasts soon found themselves penetrated and slithery things sliding into her. More and more of them began to enter her, stretching out her holes, filling her as even more cascaded down from above like a flood.

Buried below the smooth mass of robotic serpents, she quivered as they explored her insides. They worked their way through her intestines, cleaning her out as they went. Her stomach rumbled as shifting and thrashing as the ones coming from below met the ones from above. They fought and squirmed writhing inside of her body as they wiggled their way past one another. Her insides were filling more and more, as so many of them were all over her. Evey hole overstuffed as more kept invading her, every part of her violated and infested by these, these things.

They found her nose as well, probing in and spreading even that as they slithered into her head. The scent of Vesper's pheromones coating them, her mouth filled with the taste of raw wasp cock. She shuddered as the visor kept feeder her images of Vesper's thick throbbing member. Ingraining the look, the flavor, the inescapable aroma.

"You love the taste

The smell

How it feels

To be

Invaded

To be filled

To be infested

Good Seedbed.

Feel them, growing within you

Feel them filling you

Slithering in you

Converting you

Into a nest

Their Seedbed

Their Incubator

Their Gestator.

This is your purpose

You are nothing but a hole

To be filled

To be used

To be infested with my brood

Feel them

Growing inside

Completing you

Fulfilling your purpose

Good Seedbed."

Nightmare shuddered, abandoned in that sea of squirming synthetic serpents.

Hours?

Days?

She couldn't tell. There were only the robo snakes invading her, writhing and wiggling through her, around her, smothering and choking, drowning her. It felt incredible, orgasm after orgasm shuddering and wracking through her body as she was at the mercy of the snakes. The words and images swirling endlessly before her, it got to the point that she slipped in and out of consciousness, lulled there by the monotonous tone that wouldn't let her think. Her eyes drooped from time to time, even as her insides roiled with life.

Eventually, she awoke, her head buzzing and throbbing as her whole body was. She was empty now. It didn't take long to realize that she was suspended in the harness once more. Her head was so foggy, so warm, and it was hard to think about anything. Images flowed across the screen, as usual, pictures of Vesper's swollen alien prick. That delicious drooling member was so fat with seed. Nightmare found herself salivating as she stared at it. What little of her self control remained forced her to close her mouth. Her mind was fighting the conditioning.

"Please your Queen

Serve me

Suck my cock

Service your Queen

Suckslut must suck."

Her mouth opened again, panting and drooling as she moaned. Damn it, how long would this go on? She just needed a cock to suck on for a bit. Yeah, that would solve everything — a big fat juicy wasp cock. Her Queen's cock would fix everything. Then she wouldn't be so horny. It is not like she has to suck on it, to serve it, to worship it. Nightmare's tongue wet her lips.

It will take more than this stupid brainwashing to break me.

The tantalizing aroma of the blue wasp flesh filled her nose as she gaped her mouth, tongue hanging out. Thirsty. So thirsty. She trembled as her head was bombarded with images of the first-person perspective of someone sucking on Vesper's tube. The head sliding up and down. The wet, whoreish moans of a bitch in heat gobbling that cock up. Worshipping it as though it were her god. Nightmare wanted that too. She needed it.

Something touched her mouth, her tongue, she froze as she recognized the delectable flavor. It was her Queen. Without a thought, her head lunged forward like a starved predator attacking the member, suckling and kissing the tip of the undulating wasp prick. It pushed into her mouth, and she whorishly sucked it down. Wholeheartedly taking it, every last inch as it thrust down into her belly, stretching her out.

Her head slid up and down the shaft, moaning in delight. It felt so good to be full. The other holes felt the muscular tentacles of the wasp groping and caressing her body. With a single, body shattering movement yards of thick throbbing muscles slammed into her and began pumping incessantly. Yes, yes, yes, just like that. This was what she had needed, what she had been craving. To be filled.

"Good slave.

Suck it harder

Faster

Deeper

Enslave yourself to your Queen

More

And more

Every taste

Makes you more addicted

Craving

Needing

Like the cumslut you are

A submissive Incubator

Seedbed begging to be bred.

Service your Queen."

She shuddered, unable to stop her body from doing as it was told. Her neck stretched as it filled with wasp cock over and over as her head bobbed harder and faster, servicing her Queen's member. A perverse pleasure radiated out with every stroke of her throat, coiling that massive cock. She tightened her muscles, squeezing it as it pulsed and throbbed deep inside of her. She couldn't stop; she must serve. She must suck and service, that was her purpose. The words and images spiraling away before her, driving this thought process deeper and deeper into her subconscious mind.

"Service your Queen

Obey me

No resistance.

The more you resist

The more you crave

And the more you desire, the harder it is to resist."

Despite herself, despite knowing that this was bad, that she was playing into the wasp's perverse hands. She couldn't stop herself. It felt too good. Her body was already being warped to the desires of the Queen. She wasn't strong enough to stop it. She couldn't resist.

The words on the screen and the voice in her ears penetrated her. They knew what she was thinking; they were reading her mind! They knew everything. She shuddered violently.

"Weak

Powerless

Slave

Must obey

Obedience is pleasure

Pleasure is obedience

Worship your Queen

Obey my words

You are an Incubator

A Seedbed

A Gestator

A Suckslut."

No, no, no, not weak… powerless… so powerless. I can't stop it. I can't stop slurping and sucking. It tastes so good. It feels so good to serve my Queen! More, more I need more give me more!

She suckled more, harder, and a faster as her tongue lewdly slithered about as her head slid up and down with deep, powerful thrusts. Her belly distended with every bottomed out scraping of the massive wasp cock. Her eyes filled with the hypnotic spiral and her mind-melting in the waves of droning noises washed in pleasure, the whispers of her Queen sending shivers through every part of her body.

She gummed at the cock, squeezing it, and it shuddered. Ecstasy shot through her addled mind as it bloated and filled, cum! She needed it. She craved it. The undulating member thrashed inside of her, and the molten hot sperm erupted into her belly. Her thoughts instantly went white and blank as she mindlessly slurped and suckled, milking the tube for every last drop. Her belly-bloating out, growing heavy, and full. Once it had deposited the load of warm cream, the mating tool withdrew from her

"Good Incubator

Feed

Drink

Sate your thirst

Be filled

Filled and even more addicted than before.

Crave it more

And more

And more

Beg for it

Scream for it

Plead to be Bred

And Used."

Once it had deposited the surging loads of warm wasp jizz, the mating member plopped free from her mouth, hovering inches away from her face. All at once, the tentacles that filled her yanked themselves free, sending agonized pulses of obscene pleasure throbbing through the body. Slowly the tendrils pressed against her face. She couldn't stand it anymore. She wanted to be used. Her pussy, her womb were empty and needed to be filled.

Her mouth panted as she begged, "Fuck me, use me!"

"Beg your Queen.

Plead

Show me your desires

Show me how far you have fallen

Show me you are worthy."

Nightmare shuddered all she had to do was submit, to surrender. Her mind felt as though it was melting. She shouldn't; she shouldn't… but, but it would feel so good. It, it couldn't hurt just to do a little bit. To be this depraved wasps fuck toy for just a bit to get this mind-numbing need out of her system. No, no it is not like she needed it.

"You, you disgusting wasp! How dare you fuck me, use me like some cheap pocket pussy!" Nightmare cried out getting more and more desperate by the moment her voice sounding even more crazed, "You, you demented monster is, is this what you want, to fuck me!? Ha! I bet you just want to rape me harder, fuck me like an animal?! I will never surrender to your abominable dick."

There was a deafening silence that seemed to last minutes though it was only a few seconds, "I see. Well, then you need more conditioning. You are unworthy to be my Seedbed. Xava try out the sensory deprivation chamber on her. I think twelve hours will break her completely."

"No, no, I lied! My Queen, my Queen, my Queeen I, I am your whore, your suckslut, your Incubator! Use me, plunge your filthy wasp cock into me!"

"I will use you, eventually. Xava, the chamber please." Replied Vesper leaving.

Syringes stabbed into Nightmare from all around injecting something into her. Her nerves seemed to light on fire, her cunt trembling as it got hungrier and wetter, needier. A primal, animalistic desire radiated out of it. A single purpose, to breed, throbbing, pulsing, radiating, seeping into the rest of her body and mind.

The harness shifted her upright as something sealed shut around her. The noise of liquid gushing down replaced the loud pop of air pressurizing. Her helmet locked airtight, completely covering her head. Warm splashes of a thick gooey substance hit her naked body. Slowly the tube around her filled until she was submerged completely, floating in place. Silence. Blackness. Isolation. Alone with only her thoughts and the inescapable and unquenchable need to breed as her body mutated.

****

"So how well do you think it is working on her?" I asked Dr. Arbor as we stood observing Nightmare's new form suspended in a gelatinous goo.

"Well I am not one for torture, but Isolation chambers have been well documented to cause madness, combined with her new biology and the hypnotic brainwashing… I would say that the likelihood of her not breaking to this is pretty slim."

"I always thought hypnosis was bullshit."

"Well, to a degree," replied the Puppeteer entering the room, the strange mask of eyes unnerving the three of us, "suggestion is a powerful force. If you get something into someone's head and then let them have a pleasant experience or simply associate it with something they are already familiar with, you create expectations. You begin to train them in a sense through their own experiences and memories. If you do it properly, you can make a particular smell make someone sick even if they had loved it before or you can make something that they were disgusted with to be something that they love. As such if a certain sound is heard whenever a certain action occurs that sound will be linked to the action and the body and mind will anticipate the action if the sound is heard. Though if it is not regularly reinforced, then the connection will be lost, though it will be easier to establish again due to the neural pathways in the brain already being established through memory. An example would be when one opens a can of food, and a dog comes running, expecting food. It works just as easily on humans given the right conditioning. Of course, that isn't human anymore, now is it?"

"No, that is a creature created for incubation." Replied Xava.

"Oh, I see you guys are up to something fun in here," Said the Puppeteer

"What eh, what brings you here?" I asked her warily.

"Oh nothing really, I just wanted to see what the rumors were about."

"What rumors?"

"Oh that you three were up to some sick and twisted shit in here. I was not disappointed. I mean, I could do better, but I will give an A for effort."

"Eh, thanks I guess, Xava, how did your end go?" I asked, looking to my robotic lover.

"The theta, beta, and alpha waves coupled with Slither's hypnotic patterns reduce cognitive function by eighty percent, causing a drastic increase in suggestibility. Combined with your pheromones and voice, creating an association to pleasure, she is one hundred percent going to become addicted to your smell, your flavor, your voice. She will likely go into withdrawals, causing insomnia, distress, sickness due to stress, among other things if you deny her your presence for prolonged periods. As for the device, I have already installed it into her brain."

"You seem oddly familair with all this, Xava, have you done this to anybody before?" I asked.

"Well, dear as you might recall, Slither was rather uncoperative at the start. So I gave her a little dose of this, honestly it didn't take much for her. The slutty snake wanted it so the suggestions stuck like glue. Nightmare on the other hand is a lot more resilient and has needed more than the gentle nudge that your snake got."

"I see, excellent," I replied vaguely gazing at Nightmare's warped body. Her skin had hardened into a blackish carapace and from her back roughly where the tail bone should be a large abdomen extended. Her breasts had grown considerably from her thin torso. Six spindly limbs extended from her sides, each had three claws at the end. I doubted that those things could move her around much once she was filled with eggs. As for her head, the helmet encompassed it completely, the screen flashing pink from time to time, lighting the otherwise dark tube.

"Did you use my advice Xava?"

"I did."

"And?"

"It worked."

I looked between the two, "What worked?"

"I was going to surprise you, but I might as well tell you now. I figured that this was an excellent opportunity to test my cyber brains. Since we had such a helpful test subject, I was able to make a significant breakthrough."

"Is that so? What, eh, did you do exactly?"

"Why I created a blueprint of Nightmare's personality and uploaded it to a Cyber Brain Bank. It is a perfect duplicate. So that if you so desire it, we can make duplicates of her for you to torture and break should you grow bored of this one or if you happen to kill it."

"Is that safe?" I asked.

"Perfectly, it is stored in an isolated area that is not connected to the rest of the network."

"So wait, is this not the original Nightmare?"

"This is the original, organic Nightmare."

"How far back does the fake one remember?" I asked.

"Up until her capture."

A twisted idea began to form in my head, "Xava prepare a duplicate at once, make it look as she used to while human."

Hehehe Hahaha, laughed the Puppeteer, "How delightfully evil of you Vesper. I am impressed! That sounds like something I would do."

"Read my mind, eh?"

"You truly are an entertaining little thing, aren't you?"

"I will take that as a compliment. Well, then how long will it take to make the synthetic?"

Xava's eye lit up, "About three hours."

"Very well, we will finish Nightmare once it is ready."

****

The mind-melting tones and images came to an abrupt stop. The warm fluid drained out from around her body slowly. Seedbed blankly hung, limp in the restraints. The tube rose, letting the cold air of the room cascade over her sensitive flesh. After a long moment, the helmet hissed and unbuckled lifting off of her. The light hurt her eyes as the room swirled about from the residual spiral effect. To took even longer to focus and make the world stop spinning.

The numbness of her body tingled all over as though it had fallen asleep. The harness lowered, dumping her onto the floor where she twitched and squirmed — her little claws scrabbling on the hard surface for purchase. Everything felt wrong, but her mind was sluggish warm and fuzzy, not at all working properly.

A clawed foot stepped into her view, causing her to gaze up, her eyes trailing over the bluish-black carapace of the much larger individual. A single word filled her mind at the sight of this majestic creature, Queen. Just the smell of this creature was enough to make her wet, to make her mouth water. She trembled submissively, her body opening and closing… how strange. She felt so empty. So needy. Just… just needing to be filled.

"Oh, are you awake Seedbed?" asked Vesper leaning down and placing a hand on her head.

Seedbed… it was right, but, but it wasn't. Nightmare… she remembered that name vaguely. It was hard to think. Vesper's stench filled her antennae, and her mind lit on fire as a cascade of images and voices bombarded her. Submissive… no.. No… no! Not submissive.

"You! You! What have you done to me!?"

The cruel smile instantly spread across Vesper's face, "Oh good, so you are not completely broken yet. I admire your perseverance though it is miss placed."

"I, I will never break!"

Vesper pet her, a somewhat sad look on her face, "You are already broken and warped to my will, you just don't realize it yet. I bet you just feel so… empty. Yes, you need to be filled, don't you?"

How does she know!? Seedbed shivered wetting herself, "I don't care how many big hard cocks you plunge into me and fuck me raw like a filthy animal, I, I will never break!"

Vesper walked around her, circling behind and her hands grabbed hold of something that Nightmare had never felt before. She turned her head, staring at the bulbous abdomen twitching in Vesper's hands. It, it was attached to her, not the wasp, but her. Her mind reeled as the thick tongue of the wasp prodded the hole, pushing and tasting until it penetrated her.

Pleasure shot up through her spine. Gasping and squirming the wasp held her still. The thick taster began to pump, scraping, and stretching at the orifice rhythmically. Why, why did it feel so good? So good to be filled. Seedbed moaned, slumping as she accepted the pleasure. There was no use fighting it anyway. The wasp wouldn't let her go anyway. After a mere minute of the voracious tongue assaulting her, she shuddered in delight, her orgasm cresting and spurting out. Vesper fed, slurping down her nectar, gulping it with pleasant sighs.

"Now then," said Vesper, her hands canvassing the smooth carapace, stroking it almost lovingly. She pressed her abdomen to Seedbed's, and a liquid hot spear of lust thrust into Seedbed. The look of Supreme bliss on Vesper's face as she said, "Shall we get started then?"

It was not a real question. Her grip tightened on the flanks, and she pushed forward. The molten mating appendage carved its way through Seedbed. Her tongue lolling as she drooled, squealing and chirping noises escaping from her perpetually parted lips. Why? WHY?! It was so wrong, but, but it felt better than anything she had felt before. Fill, fill, fill me! It was like she was made for this like it was her purpose to be packed full by her Queen.

Her abdomen began to bounce slowly, humping at the member breeding her. Her body knew what it was meant for, and it moved without her consent. The slopping, wet sexes slapped together in the lewdest of ways. Tendrils digging into her folds as she rhythmically tightened and loosened to milk the cock that filled her, that completed her, that enslaved her. The thrusting became heated, meeting harder and faster as both of them were lost in the rutting breeding sex.

Seedbed's vents opened flapping and sending her scent as she shuddered, her submission and eagerness to be bred, to be mated and filled with brood conveyed by mere smell. Her body, hungering and thirsting, lusting for her Queen to mount her harder. To breed her like the whore she was, to impregnate her, and use her as the Seedbed that she was!

"No, No! No more, please make it stop! My body make it stop, please!" She cried, holding her face with the little claws as she was mounted fully.

Vesper leaned in, their abdomens swollen together as she continued to rut, burying her flesh deep into Seedbed. "Shhhh just accept what you are Seedbed. Yes, that is what you are and who you are. Your body will always know what it is, even if your mind forgets. You were made to be my Incubator. For me to use and impregnate. To gestate my eggs and be bred like livestock over and over again."

She huffed in between the mighty thrusts that sent shock waves of bliss shattering through her, "I am Nightmare! I am not Seedbed. You, you can't make me!"

"Are you now? Do you actually think you are Nightmare? You are not a person. You are my thing. A creature to be used."

"I, I am a person! I am Nightmare!"

"Is that so? Then who is this?" Asked Vesper diverting her attention to the door.

The door opened, and in entered a familiar woman, it was Nightmare. Seedbed squirmed as she was fucked relentlessly, her eyes locked with Nightmare's.

A disgusted look crossed the woman's face before she said, "What even is that disgusting creature. Grotesque as always I see you damned dirty wasp. Now, why have you brought me here to see this, this abomination?"

Vesper replied as the steady slap of their abdomens mating filled the room, "I wanted to hear your thoughts on my personal fuck toy. I named her Seedbed."

"It is hideous. Look at that ugly thing. Only you would find that subhuman creature attractive."

"So mean," Vesper said bottoming out with a rutting thrust, "She has feelings too you know. Seedbed, how does that make you feel? To be called such horrible names."

"I, I am human!" she wailed.

Nightmare spit on the floor, "Don't kid yourself you freak. Do me a favor and die so that I don't have to look at you anymore."

Vesper leaned in close, whispering to Seedbed, "See, I told you, you only think you are the real Nightmare, but you are just my living onahole. Yes, my Incubator. You were grown in that vat there. You were never human to begin with."

"You lie! I am the real Nightmare!"

Nightmare stared down at it in disbelief and disgust, "What sort of delusional monster did you cook up? Does this fucking thing think it is me? Get this disgusting thing out of my sight!"

"I, I am human! No, no, this isn't right! You are a fake!" She cried.

"Look in a mirror you filth. You are not human!"

No, no this must be some sort of trick. Nightmare, I am Nightmare, not that impostor. Her claws flexed as Vesper continued to mate her relentlessly. She trembled at the inhuman feelings of bliss. The pheromone mist wafting between them as they bred like beasts.

A slow realization crept, a doubt, an emptiness, a cascading crack in her mental defenses that soon became an all-consuming black hole. Who, who was she? Was her life all a lie? Was she really just brainwashed into thinking that she was Nightmare? But there was two. There can't be two. That one looked as she remembered, and yet she did not. Humans didn't have carapace or claws or abdomens. She was a monster… she wasn't human. Then… then…

"What is wrong Seedbed? You look like you are about to cry." Ask Vesper lovingly nuzzling her.

Sparks went off in her head, memories of her Queen, of Vesper. Memories of pleasuring her, servicing her, wholeheartedly being used and embraced by the wasp. By her Queen. All the images and words came flooding back. Her mind so blank and foggy with lust. She knew her purpose; she knew what she was. Her instincts took hold as she surrendered to her Queen.

Seedbed cried, holding her face as Vesper impaled her and came, "My, my Queen! I love you. I, I was wrong! I am not a person, I am your slave! I am just your cum dumpster sex toy that loves to be fucked silly! Please, please fill me with your eggs use me as I was made to be used!"

"Daww I never realized you could be so cute." Vesper leaned in and kissed her, their abdomens locked together as the lewd squelching of fluids flowing filled the room. Eggs descended as Seedbed moaned her body inflating as she was impregnated. A train of eggs continuously pouring into her, smothering her in her Queen's affection. Her mind succumbing with every lump that shoved into her until it broke completely.

She lay submissive and subservient, trembling in elation as her abdomen bulged obscenely stretching and inflating until Vesper moaned cumming again as she emptied her entire egg sack into Seedbed.

They stayed stuck together for a long time until Vesper finally pulled out of her, vents flapping several times before they snapped shut.

"My, my Queen," she drooled mindlessly.

Broken, her body warped, her mind melted. Nightmare was no more only Seedbed remained. Moaning and trembling eager to please her Queen, craving to be ravished and used over and over, to be mated and bred.

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Ahhhhh I sighed, that was enjoyable. Seedbed's abdomen was so swollen and fat it sent shivers down my spine just watching it jostle and squirm with life. She was so big that she couldn't physically move by herself anymore. I liked the way that she was now — such a nice little egg sack. My thoughts, however, were rudely interrupted.

"What a disgusting display of-" started Nightmare before I glared her into silence, "Xava, the remote for this disgusting insect."

A small controller was handed over. It had a large red button in the middle. I thought about pressing it, but I wanted her to suffer.

I suppose I could go for another round. My large hand wrapped around the synthetic Nightmare. I have to admit, Xava did a damned good job on the synth flesh. If she didn't smell weird, then I wouldn't know she was a robot. The face and body on this thing could pass for the real deal, so smoothly it was scary. Knowing full well that she was disposable, well I was going to have some fun. My abdomen bulged as the entire length of ovicock shot out, throbbing like a spear of obscenity.

Gripping the little slut, I forced her down onto it. She spread and parted, her face twisting in abject horror and pain as she started to split in half from my crushing grasp, squeezing her entirely too hard. My wasp cock slammed up gouging through her inner workings, battering up as I held her shoulders forcing her down, crumpling her until the tip of my cock emerged from her mouth.

I leaned in, watching her face, confusion, and pain, fear running rampant through her. Ah… she doesn't realize she is a robot… how fun. I whispered to her, "You are not even real. You are just a machine. That thing, that grotesque creature as you called it. That is the real you. That is what I have done to you. You, you are just a cheap copy. Now die for my amusement."

The smile that rose on my face was of pure bliss as I could see the realization dawn on her. I pressed the button, and her brain began to fry.

"Wha- AAaaaaughhh!" Nightmare screamed as she held her head.

Her eyes started to roll into her head; sparks shot out of her blanked out eyes. Foam poured from her mouth that gaped until her jaw broke in an endless scream of agony. Her body locked up and she fell limp, impaled on my member. The electrical shocks coursing through her sent delightful tingling through me as I fucked her. Her twitching and shuddering increased as I used her body. If I recalled correctly, the device switched off all dopamine and serotonin receptors and converted them into pain receivers.

Which meant the more I made her feel good, the more it hurt. I held her down in a mating press. My abdomen jackhammering into her ruined body. Lubricant and pieces spurting out of her as relentless pounded the robot into oblivion. Eventually, her body split in half from the friction, and I used her head, forcing it up and down to suck me off. Her eyes still rolling and throat gurgling as her cyber brain melted.

Her eyes finally short-circuited, and molten metal oozed out of the ears and the empty sockets. I came, quenching the heat and filling her empty skull with cum. After a long sigh, I tossed it away like the trash that it was. Mmm enjoyable. To think I can hear Nightmare's screams of pain whenever I want.

Xava released her little robos to clean up the remains of my revenge fucking. She looked between Seedbed and me, tilting her head slightly, "I thought you wished to fry her brain?"

"I changed my mind. I think this is more of a punishment. After all, she will have to live like this for the rest of her life. Besides, if I ever do feel like it, I could always fry her brain with a mere press of a button."