Guidance to the Hatching Chamber ※Beware of Bugs
Sound of the Succubus Tower, underground level 3. This place, thick with demonic energy, was teeming with all manner of devils prowling about. The second floor had felt like an armory, brimming with traps set by various succubi and imps armed to the teeth. But the third floor I'd just entered carried a more "productive" vibe.
"─────Ooooh♡ Oooooh♡♡♡♡"
I pressed on, glancing sidelong at the women absorbed into the tentacle walls around me, moaning in agony. Part of me wanted to gawk at their pitiful suffering, but I had to keep staring straight ahead at that eye. This must be the hypnosis. The principle behind body manipulation. Just by keeping my gaze locked on it. The domination felt nearly absolute. No matter how hard I tried to move, my body wouldn't budge. I could feel sensations, but it refused my will. A bizarre dreamlike haze.
"Aaaaaah!! Kyooo♡ H-huuuuh♡♡♡"
All around, women's screams tore through the air, mingled with the crack of whips. Flesh peeling, ripping, tentacles birthing forth amid voices plunged into despair. "Hee!! ♡ Heegya, heekyoooooo!!! ♡" Agonized hymns laced with pain. Wasn't that exactly me when the goblins ravaged me? Amid the feminine groans came the splat of something viscous like sewage sludge hitting the ground.
"Ah! Aaaah!! No more, pleeease!! I caaan't!!! I don't wanna give birth anymore!! Have mercy, pleeeease?! ─────────"
Ignoring her sobs and pleas for mercy, the sound of tentacles thrusting back in echoed. They pistoned like they were shattering her womb, while the ones in her ass plunged past her intestines, wrecking her body from within.
"────Try, ing...."
"───Ple───ase......."
No matter how far I advanced, the screams of women birthing tentacles never ceased. A dense atmosphere of despair. Any normal human woman would be paralyzed by terror by now.
"........"
I wanna jerk off so fucking bad. I wanna get tentacle-pregnant so fucking bad. But I couldn't say a word. Couldn't even masturbate. Couldn't twist my legs together as I walked. Under the hypnosis, I marched forward like a stoic puppet.
Pressing through the zone reeking of amniotic fluid, tentacles, and fishy rot, I reached a bizarre new area. Women with arms and legs severed lay fixed to pillars or operating tables, heaving ragged breaths. Imps scurried about with tiny knives—it looked like a torture chamber crossed with a body-modification lab. The scrape of blades slicing through flesh and bone. Then some mechanical contraption shrieked to life, rattling my ears.
"───────────Aaaaaaaaah!!!!"
Crunch. Cruuuunch. The sound of a woman's limbs turning to literal chunks of meat. Were they executing the useless ones? Her screams cut off, leaving only the wet sounds of her disassembly into gore.
It was a true corner of hell. Eerily similar to the goblin den, but a whole level more advanced. For one, unlike goblins, these were intensely practical. The imps' tortures and agonies all served to bolster their forces, their barbarism under strict control. Women's piteous wails, laced with regret, echoed through the infernal halls like a symphony. This hellscape had likely raged for at least six months.
What fresh hell would they show me? My brain was already drowning in self-destructive arousal; I couldn't think straight. Petrification device? Conquering the magic tower? Hell itself? Why bother? This is hell. Please. Please. Make it as cruel and terrifying as possible. And if you can, something I've never experienced. Something I can beg to stop.
With that, I dribbled pussy juice onto the floor. But as if to say it wasn't time for that, the hypnotic eye kept guiding me forward. Soon the women's screams faded, giving way to females buried up to their chests, leaking fluids from exposed cunts. Their bodies fused with tentacles—already as good as dead, no longer women or humans.
Scattered amid those flesh walls were rooms that seemed like imp quarters. And in the largest of those, an imp greeted me.
"Keeek. Who's this bitch?"
This imp was nearly twice the size of the others, with massive horns. A commander type. At his words, the surrounding imps—save for the one-eyed tentacle eyeball staring at me—flitted wildly through the air. Flapping about. Like a dance? Bees or wasps communicating via flight patterns—maybe that?
"Keeek. Keeek. I see. A sturdy bitch, eh?"
The imp leered wickedly, inspecting my body.
"Tits. Milk. Cunt. Womb. All top-grade! Keeek! Keeek!"
Poke poke. Circling me, he groped my breasts, shoved fingers into my pussy.
"Keeek! Make this one spill her current feelings! Start with her most hated thing and give it to her!"
At that, the one-eyed tentacle's pupil flashed, and a voice forced its way from my throat.
"I──am────ex──tremely──ar──oused."
It felt like hearing someone else speak. Some hypnosis technique? I spilled my inner thoughts. No resistance possible.
The imp tilted his head at my words.
"Keeek? So, extreme arousal from terror, then?"
The tentacle eye flashed again. Once more, my voice—but not my will—poured out.
"───My whole body──is──thrumming with──sadistic excitement──at the prospect──of having my limbs severed──and becoming a──tentacle onahole──."
"Keeek?"
The imp jolted back in shock, then flapped his wings, gripping his spear as he bellowed.
"Keeek! Something's wrong! Get her true feelings out fast!"
The tentacle eye sweated bullets, sending control signals through my body.
"───I──am. A──limb-lopping──subhuman──falling maso──woman──whose hobby──is utterly──pointless──."
My hobbies and desires laid bare. 'Forcing' them out was unexpected, but damn, it made for solid play. The best part of this hypnosis? My inner consciousness stayed intact. I loved the hypnosis scenario, but not if it permanently rewired my mind. No need—my lust was twisted enough already. I wanted to suffer fully sane.
"Keeek! Keeeek! Make her speak her true heart!"
The imp hopped mad, and at "true heart," I flinched inwardly. My real reason here was the princess's commission: retrieve the magic tool, conquer the tower. Even if that goal had warped a bit, it was info I wanted hidden.
But the one-eyed tentacle obeyed the imp, commanding my body. My voice emerged flat, mechanical—but beautifully.
"───My───true heart──is to become──human, no──sub-bitch meat-toilet byproduct──and serve──enslaved──eternally──."
"Wh-what?!"
The imp startled again, wings fluttering wildly. His red eyes bulged. Even the hypnotic tentacle eye gawked, flapping in surprise.
Their reactions stirred complex feelings in me. Absurdity, a twinge of disappointment. But also, too soon. This was proper hell. Women fused chest-deep, orgasming endlessly. Others birthing tentacles, weeping for mercy. Limbless ones screaming till the end. Their womanly lives ruined, dying pathetic deaths in this world. The place brimmed with it. My desires were just uniquely fucked.
The boss imp eyed me in bewilderment, then snorted derisively.
"Keeek! Keeek! Anyone can fantasize! We'll see if you say that after becoming Marparoger's hatchery! Keeek!"
Marparoger? No clue. He didn't elaborate, bellowing to his minions instead.
"Shackle this bitch and drag her to Marparoger's hatching chamber!"
The underling imps nodded, yanked my arms back, and clink—cold metal cuffs locked on from behind. The imp prodded my ass lightly with his spear.
"Keeek! Nice ass!"
What the hell was Marparoger? "Hatching chamber" screamed interspecies breeding. What awaited? Tentacles? Hellbeasts? Could it satisfy me? Plunge me into despair?
With those thoughts, I followed the devils deeper into the succubus dungeon. To a flesh wall in the silent depths, bereft of moans or screams. Screeech. It parted with a grotesque slurp.
The rancid pus-stench hit me, but I couldn't even frown—still hypnotized, face frozen. Like a blank doll, I took a few steps before grasping the source.
Those repulsive maggots from underground level 1. But supersized, an indescribably vile behemoth.
"Keeek! This is Marparoger. It lays eggs inside mammals to hatch 'em. The hatched maggots make prime hell-fodder. Keeek!"
With that, the imp kicked my ass hard. I faceplanted forward. As he exited through the closing flesh wall, he called back.
"Keeek! Survive a month without dying or going mad, and we'll play something fun! Keeekeeek! If you can last!"
Testing my resolve for ruin? As if I didn't crave destruction with every fiber. I pushed up from the ground, realizing the hypnosis had broken. The one-eyed tentacle's condition must be constant eye contact. Looking back, the flesh wall was sealed tight.
Turning forward, a giant bug's compound eyes stared right in my face.
"Heek?! B-bug? U... ugh!"
I recoiled in shock, dry-heaving at the foul odor—not mere food waste, but rotting chemicals, pus, and fishy rot blended.
"Zzzzzrrrrrr."
The bug trilled gleefully, heaving its massive body. Over 3 meters across, this uber-maggot sported eight breasts—female? Its mouth-fringe whipped like jellyfish tentacles, hundreds strong; between its split double-jaws lolled a bumpy tongue drooling yellow slime. Its swollen, pregnant belly ended in what looked like an ovipositor tentacle.
Hundreds of long, sturdy legs blurred toward me.
"Heee.....?! W-wait, wait, wait, just wait..............! ....... D-don't, don't come closer! Hee?! Heeeeeek!!"
I thought I could endure anything, but this exceeded expectations. Worst of all: those countless white hairs bristling from it. The bug loomed, coiling its long body to envelop me.
"............Heek!! N-no! W-wait! Please wait!! P-plea── Heek!!♡ Uheeeeeeek!!!───────"
The instant its legs and body touched me—those long hairs brushing my naked skin—an overwhelming revulsion hit. I screamed and blacked out.