Interlewd: Seedbed Log 5

Everything became so much simpler for Seedbed. She couldn't even remember what her worries had been before she had been freed of her faulty understanding of what she was. At this point, she couldn't even remember what she was; it was only a vague notion. The eggs gestating in her swollen abdomen reinforced, cementing that she was Seedbed. It was who she was, what she was, her purpose, and the meaning of her existence. She didn't need to question or think because she knew what she was. Seedbed was Queen Vesper's toy. Her egg sack, her cumdumpster, a slave to the obscene pleasure of being used. Yes, she was a creature created to serve and pleasure her Queen. To incubate her eggs. To be used as her Queen willed. And her Queen used her frequently.

Time had long since faded from Seedbed's understanding. It wasn't needed. The only real distinction was three events, her being used by her Queen, when her Queen's pets used her, and when she was not being used. There was nothing else; that was all that she was. She was a hole for the pleasure of her Queen and her Queen's other pets. One, in particular, had taken an interest in Seedbed, using her as a surrogate for their Queen when she was busy or not in the mood. Slither, the serpent was almost as fervent in her worship of Vesper as Seedbed was. Often times the two tried to out-worship one another, surrendering everything and anything to Queen Vesper. They had no shame nor inhibitions.

Seedbed drooped, immobile, helpless to do anything but wait for her Queen or the caretaker to return. She was not restrained in the least. However, her body prevented any meaningful movement. Her little arms dangling feet above the ground, powerless to aid in her mobility. Her main body was dwarfed by the swollen sack stuffed with eggs, to the point that it would crush her to death below the weight of the Brood within if she were rolled over.

Her mouth was filled with a thick tube that continuously fed her. It was only removed when someone wanted her to service them with her mouth, which she was more than happy to wholeheartedly suckle and slurp, greedily milking a creamy reward from her betters. The thought of milking brought her attention to her swollen breasts and the machines that hummed, coaxing out her fluids. She produced a jelly-like substance that her Queen particularly enjoyed the flavor of. Seedbed was elated to be fed upon by her Queen.

Today was much the same as many other days; the distinct lack of Vesper, Seedbed's wondrous Queen made Seedbed restless, not that she could do much more than wiggle and squirm the weight of the Brood within her dominating her thoughts and body. It was the times like this that Seedbed disliked the most when she was alone and not being spread or serving. Not being filled with cock and eggs. Her swollen pussy drooled continuously, a pool of need growing around her even as the little robots scuttled about clean up her messy arousal.

Much to her relief, the door opened. The massive snake woman, Slither, lowered herself into the room, her powerful muscles gliding the scales along the floor with a sensual sway. Another followed her in, a much smaller cat woman; Seedbed's brain dredged about until the name emerged from her addled thoughts, Glitter Kitten. Both of these two were covered in Queen Vesper's scent; they, too, were filled with her eggs. Slither's capacity rivaled that of Seedbed's, whereas Glitter Kitten merely had a gravid belly weighing her down. Nonetheless, both were Seedbed's companions? Fellow hosts? Queen Vesper's slaves? Mates, Vesper's mates. That seemed to fit better. Better, yes, they were better than Seedbed; Seedbed was the lowest of the low. Nothing more than a receptacle for their pleasure.

Seedbed's eyes followed them for a moment before gazing out the door; Vesper's primary mate was not here, Xava, the one with many bodies. The cold, sadistic robotic nurse that relished tormenting Seedbed, training Seedbed to be a better Seedbed. Xava was cruel and kind and had firmly established herself at the top of the hierarchy beside Vesper herself; they were partners. The likes of which lowly Seedbed could only dream of. Seedbed knew; she knew her place, where she belonged. At first, she had not known it and thought that she was worthy of Vesper's love and attention, but Xava and the rest had shown her where she belonged, at the bottom. Begging for scraps of attention, blessed if Vesper even so much as looked at her worthless self.

Xava was the one that held dominion over the others when Vesper was busy. Seedbed rubbed her abdomen, knowing that her Queen loved her and had filled her. The constant addicting throb of Brood within her bulging abdomen melted any thoughts that did not revolve around gestating and serving. Seedbed loved the eggs almost as much as she loved Vesper.

"Sssseedbed, how are you feeling today." Asked Slither, her fingers trailing along the soft and pulsing translucent egg sack, the many eggs throbbing within visibly.

Seedbed's mouth gaped in pleasure as she trembled at the touch, "Good, Seedbed is good." She replied submissively, her antenna wiggling.

Slither's cold eyes gazed down upon Seedbed making her shudder, knowing that the snake woman was looking at her as nothing more than an object. Her hands grasped the flanks of Seedbed's swollen abdomen and rolled her, turning her so that her body flopped onto the floor on her back, forcing her to gaze up upon her betters. As always, Seedbed was receptive to her better's desires, no matter what they were.

"Nyaha, Seedbed it is time to be reminded of your place." Glitter Kitten smiled down; her eyes held no warmth.

Seedbed shivered, knowing that Glitter Kitten was keen on abusing and degrading her; it was the only reason she gifted Seedbed with her presence. Seedbed knew that she deserved it, knew that it would only make her know her place better.

Glitter Kitten's pawed foot stepped down on Seedbed's face, pressing hard so that Seedbed's head was flat on the floor. Her clawed toes began to knead, scratching and clawing at the hardened carapace, marking it slowly. Seedbed's antenna curled around the foot, wiggling and taking in the scent of her superior.

Slither's fingers probed and spread Seedbed's willing hole, edging it briefly before the serpent's slick cocks pressed in unceremoniously, Seedbed shuddering, knowing she was a thing to be used. A living onahole. Relishing her helplessness. Seedbed moaned in pleasure. Tightening to milk the cocks of the snake, her hungry body thirsting and craving to be used.

Slither began to thrust steadily; each and every motion jiggled the massive egg sack, Vesper's prolific eggs jostling about as the snake rammed her cocks in with a need and little concern for Seedbed's well-being. Not that it mattered; Seedbed knew that her body had been specifically molded to be bred and used. The snake's cocks were nothing compared to the mind-breaking girth of the Queen, of Vesper's egglayer. Just the thought sent shudders of bliss and subservience wriggling through Seedbed's frame, her pussy clinging desperately to the invading shafts.

Glitter Kitten's foot dragged Seedbed's attention away from the snake's rutting, the stomping, stamping of the pawed foot scrambling her thoughts.

"Lick, kiss, and suck, you pathetic whore. Be useful for once in your worthless existence." Commanded Glitter Kitten, her eyes filled with deep malice. She made no attempt to hide her absolute disdain for Seedbed.

Seedbed shuddered as she obeyed, licking and kissing, her hard carapaced lips wrapping around the pawed foot. Her tongue pressed between the toes curling and coiling as she suckled. The dank animal stench and taste filled her senses. Seedbed squirmed, knowing that they were better than her, knowing that they could do anything that they desired to her. The thought only made her wetter and needier.

Glitter Kitten stepped harder and growled, hissing, "Dirty Seedbed, you love this don't you. Broken bitch. I can hear how wet you are. I can smell how aroused you are. You worthless whore. You are lucky Vesper is kind. If Vesper didn't have a use for you, well I would do some horrible things to you. Consider yourself lucky that your owner is kind."

"Yesss," Slither leaned down, thrusting harder, "Queen Vesssper isss kind. Ssshe isss loving and consssiderate. Even to a lowly Sssseedbed like you. Confessss for usss, tell usss how privileged you are Sssseedbed."

Glitter Kitten pulled her foot away from Seedbed freeing her mouth, "Seedbed is thankful and privileged to be Queen Vesper's slave her Seedbed."

Glitter Kitten pulled Seedbed's antenna holding her head up by them as she roughly shook Seedbed, "You call that a confession? You worthless bug. You don't deserve Vesper's eggs. You disappoint me again and I will squeeze them all out of you, leaving you empty and meaningless. Those eggs are the only redeeming value you have. Without them you have no purpose or meaning, you are nothing, you deserve nothing and you will get nothing."

Seedbed cried out, wriggling helplessly, "No! Don't take the eggs; Seedbed needs them! Seedbed exists for them. Queen Vesper's love is all that Seedbed exists for. Seedbed loves Vesper Seedbed exists for Vesper. Seedbed is broken, Seedbed is unworthy, Seedbed is gratefully eternally and completely. Don't take them, please Seedbed needs them. Without the eggs Seedbed is worthless and has no meaning Seedbed is empty. Please please fill Seedbed give more eggs."

Glitter Kitten growled back, "Greedy whore you want more of her precious eggs? You don't deserve them."

Slither pressed harder down on Seedbed's bloated egg sack, several eggs spurting out, and Seedbed screamed in distress, "Please, please don't take eggs. Eggs, eggs need eggs don't take need- need them Seedbed needs them!"

Glitter Kitten positioned herself over Seedbed, her hips squishing down onto Seedbed's head. The hot, swollen pussy dripped as it rubbed back and forth, smothering Seedbed below it. Glitter Kitten began to hump slowly and powerfully. The thick stench of Vesper's eggs dripped from the hot hole. Seedbed shuddered. Instinctively burying her face against the hole, her antenna pressing inside.

"Make yourself useful bitch, use that mouth of yours to make me cum." Glitter Kitten snarled as her thighs pressed together, trapping Seedbed's head between them; the pressure was immense from her tight hardened muscles that threatened to crush Seedbed's head between them like a watermelon.

Seedbed set to work to please her better. Her tongue languidly tasted and relished the plump pussy as it ground slowly and wetly against her carapace. Seedbed's tongue slithered in, pressing deep inside. The divine, addicting flavor of Vesper permeated every inch of Glitter Kitten's womb, Seedbed's tongue swimming between the throbbing eggs as they pulsed.

Bliss. Seedbed was in heaven. Drinking the nectar of Vesper's control, licking and caressing every inch of that claimed womb knowing that Vesper owned it and Seedbed was privileged to serve it. Her tongue grew more fervent and desperate, craving to please her Queen even though Vesper was not here. Seedbed's lips slurped obscenely as she fed and drank, milking Glitter Kitten in abject adoration and devotion.

"Good bitch. That is it. Dirty little pussy muncher." Glitter Kitten purred as she leaned back, enjoying the ravenous tongue that tasted and lavished her insides. "At this rate we might allow you to be bred again when Vesper returns."

Slither joined in, her massive form draped over the top of Seedbed's huge abdomen, squishing it down so that it gurgled and spurt, tightening, "Yessss but Ssssedbed will be lassst, if at all. We are all greedy for Queen Vessssssper'sss cock and her eggsss. Sssedbed will only get them if there are any left, and Vessssper deemsss you worthy. But we all know how unworthy you are. Bottom of the barrel, below us all. Xava gave usss permisssssion to do as we pleassssse with you."

Slither's hips slammed in and out her snake flanks, dominating the lesser being below her. Seedbed shuddering in bliss, loving every moment they defiled and degraded her. Seedbed's only redeeming quality was her capacity for eggs, and she knew it. She knew it in her soul and relished in her purpose. They made sure that she knew it and constantly reminded her. Her body quivered and tightened all at once as she gasped and moaned under Glitter Kitten, who relentlessly tried to smother her, not allowing Seedbed to breathe.

Seedbed's abdomen flared and bloated as the vent holes undulated, inhaling and exhaling, allowing her to breathe. The heated arousing mist that plumed from her flanks filled the air, only causing the animal woman to grow even more aroused. Slither's hips pounded relentlessly, gripping the Seedbed and using her abdomen as a fucktoy rolling her hips in a desperate estrous rut. Slither's serpent cocks pounded that horny suckling hole as it milked the cocks that used it.

Glitter Kitten moaned and tightened her, grinding harder and faster, humping the tongue as it roiled about within her. She huffed and panted as Seedbed slurped obsessively, drinking her essence and greedily plumbing the cat woman's egg-filled womb, tongue scraping and dragging back out the thick secretions of the eggs.

Together Vesper's breeding bitches eagerly pleased each other, deepening their perverse and twisted bond. They were linked inexorably by Vesper and her eggs, even if she had not intended for this sort of thing. Her good intentions had created a depraved, corrupted, almost cult-like mentality among those she had impregnated. This was, of course, the insidious nature of the Vespidian and the symbiotic bond of hosts in the Hive. The eggs were devious in their design, altering the body chemistry of their hosts to crave and need more; it created an addiction that could only be quenched by Vesper's eggs' presence, their scent and secretions quelled the need of the host, but in their absence, it raged and consumed the host's thoughts making them desperate to be bred again.

Xava and Dr. Arbor observed the animal women lost in the throes of passion from the other side of the observation glass. Dr. Arbor marveled at the near perfection of the Vespidian genetic adaptability; it was almost as though it had been designed and created by a deep and intelligent being with a mastery over biological systems. It was disturbing how perfect it was. The thought that someone else had crafted this design sent shivers down her spine. If this was not natural, then whoever had created it would be a genius beyond comprehension.

It was vexing; Dr. Arbor gazed upon the many biological schematics to the side, marveling at how deliberate and precise they were. It was the sort of design she dreamed of making herself. It was frustrating, but why tread new ground and try reinventing the wheel when you can stand on the shoulders of giants?

Dr. Arbor smiled; Vesper was, is a monstrosity the likes of which the world would shudder from. If only she had made Vesper, but Dr. Arbor knew full well, despite her claims, something else had created her. All she had been able to do was assess and aid in Vesper's growth; she had not been able to control it as much as she wanted. The best she could do was separate Vesper from whatever had created her.

There was only one thing Dr. Arbor feared, losing control, and that fear was well founded. So long as Vesper did not have her Vespoidia Cortex, she could be controlled; with it, she would be reconnected to whatever had created her, and there was no telling what that would do.

The true nature of the Vespidian was on full display with the Eggs as they warped and altered their hosts' desires and needs reprogramming their bodies and minds to serve the Hive. It was inescapable that once a single egg had taken root and begun gestating, the host would be forever changed. Their hormones are hijacked, and their bodies are rewired into egg-addicted breeding machines. It was beautiful, efficient, and, to those unaffected, downright evil and possibly the most heinous genetic crime ever committed. Dr. Arbor could not be more proud.

"Humanity is doomed." Said Xava gazing down, her glowing green eyes observing, calculating even now the simulated data streams were being processed. Every outcome save the complete and utter eradication of Vesper and all of her offspring was the direct assimilation and parasitization of humanity and their ultimate extinction, as they would no longer be birthing humans, too busy being filled with eggs and birthing Vesper's Brood. "It is good others do not realize the full extent of the threat that Vesper is. By the time they do, it will be far too late."

"It was only a matter of time. But yes, Vesper will destroy humanity even if she didn't intend to. It will be a numbers game soon, and the Vespidian are relentless. The need and the desire to propagate is hard coded in their instincts. From the moment the eggs are formed."

Xava spoke, her eyes lingering on the depraved acts before her, "The heroes have been made aware of the eggs, however they do not know the full gravity of the situation, nor our location. How has progress been with accelerating the growth of the children?"

Dr. Arbor hesitated, "I have made some progress, but this sort of thing takes time. I have to be exceedingly careful rather than just blindly subjecting them to varied concoctions attempting to figure out what works. This isn't human testing, after all. Unfortunately, several have already died from the preliminary testing."

"Vesper will be displeased."

"She won't be that mad, it has only 20 fatalities."

Xava's eyes gazed coldly upon Dr. Arbor, "Didn't she only give you 100 to test upon? You have lost a fifth of your testing subjects. We expect better of you, Dr. Arbor."

Dr. Arbor replied defensively, "If I was allowed to go back to my main facility to do the tests then it would not be a problem. I am very limited with both equipment and materials here."

"My lab not good enough for you?" asked Xava.

Dr. Arbor had a snooty tone, "If I must be honest, yes. It is inadequate compared to my main facility. But I am making it work, and that is what matters. Besides, I don't expect the same level of bioengineering here, your main focus is on cybernetics and robotics, and in that regard, you far out pace me."

"I am starting to think this main facility of yours doesn't exist, and you are just bragging about nothing." Xava smiled, poking fun.

Dr. Arbor shook her head, "Oh dear Xava, after this hero shenanigans is over we will go to my facility."

"I would believe you if you just gave me the coordinates."

Dr. Arbor chuckled, "Now, now, good try, but no. When we go it will be with me personally. Can't have you sending drones over there to try and break into my facility."

Xava's plastic smile spread, "You know me too well."

Dr. Arbor smiled, "Of course, my friend. Speaking of when will you show me the lower floors of your lair?"

"There is nothing down there that will interest you. It is all robo stuff."

Dr. Arbor's chromatic eyes grinned, "So you say."

"Yes, I do say so." Replied Xava, her expression synthetic, and her every word dripped in an intrinsic threat; the other Neon Nurses in the room all turned to face Dr. Arbor, "So mind your own business and be gracious as the guest you are. After all, very few know you are here, and, well, people go missing all the time, even I can't keep track of everyone, like Nightmare; I do wonder what ever happened to her? No one has seen her for months and I doubt she will be seen again."

Dr. Arbor bowed ever so slightly, relenting with her poking, "You know me too well. Point taken. Well, then, I better mind my own business and resume my research. That army of wasp women isn't going to make itself."