Mother of Wasps (2)
The sensation of the silk-hardened cocoon being pierced by the ovipositor travels across my skin with a sickening riiiip. The parasitic wasp’s swollen abdomen twitches atop me as I sit with my back against the backpack and my legs stretched out, sending waves of revolting tactile horror through my body.
The wasp, which had been probing inside me with its ovipositor, finally finds what it’s searching for. With absolute certainty, it thrusts forward.
“Ugh…! Hngh, ugh…!”
Pain and disgust intertwine. I wanted to thrash, to run if I possibly could, but all I could manage were muffled moans that the thick cocoon would never let escape.
A cold, alien presence invades my insides. My belly was still raw from the wounds left by the deer’s burning-hot cock, and now I was being forced to surrender even that to an insect.
The long, slender ovipositor writhes like a tentacle, stirring violently through my fear-frozen passage. What it sought was obvious: the narrow opening that led to my womb.
Soon, an unbearable sensation strikes a place that should never be touched. The wasp has found its target.
The ovipositor forces its way through the tight cervical opening, swelling and pulsing as it floods my uterus with something ice-cold. A massive clutch of eggs—far more than the few mixed in with the deer’s semen—pours into me, swelling my already distended belly, bloated from the nutrient fluid, to twice its previous size.
“Hngh!! U-ugh…! Oh, ah…!”
The foreign sensation pushes me to the brink of vomiting, but I can’t. Even the muscles responsible for the gag reflex have been paralyzed by the venom.
By the time my hazy mind registers that the oviposition has finally ended, something sharp pierces the delicate mucous membrane. The horrifying, razor-edged pain of barbs and spines flips my stomach inside out.
“Hkk—!”
It hurts!! It hurts… it hurts so much…!
I didn’t need to guess what it was. I already knew from what I’d learned on Earth. A bee’s stinger is a modified ovipositor—so it must have driven the venomous sting that had been attached to the end of the tube straight into me. It was poisoning me from the womb outward, turning me into nothing more than a living incubator for its eggs.
I knew this agony all too well. I had suffered it from Zophy, and again just moments ago on the road. Right now, immediately after the injection, the full effect hasn’t hit yet, but it will soon spread through my bloodstream.
And then my brain will slowly be devoured, melted, destroyed. My sanity will be crushed, and I will become nothing but a female that lives only for pleasure, quietly waiting for the eggs to hatch…
Overwhelmed by absolute terror and despair, I try desperately to twist my body, but the freshly injected venom has already stiffened my nerves. Even twitching the tips of my toes is nearly impossible.
My mouth is sealed and my hands are bound, so I can’t resist with magic. I’ve lost my strength, so I can’t turn back time properly either. There is no escape. All I can do is helplessly wait as the poison slowly spreads, as my mind collapses until I am effectively dead.
It was one of the most miserable deaths imaginable, yet there were two small mercies. First, I would lose my mind to feminine pleasure long before my body died, so at least the sensations would feel good. Second, I was dying in a place like this instead of the middle of the village.
If I die, that thing will devour my memories and break free. But if it descends in a place like the village inn, many people will die or fall into corruption without even being able to resist. So… dying alone here might be better…
The ovipositor that had forced its way in so violently withdrew just as brutally. It didn’t care about the pain it caused its victim; it yanked out in a single motion, like someone hitting the rewind button on a vacuum cord.
“Ugh…!!”
The sharp barbs of the ovipositor-stinger scraped every inch of my inner walls. The pain was so intense that I jerked my head, even though it was tightly wrapped in the sturdy cocoon and could barely move.
From the tip of the ovipositor that had just withdrawn from my pussy, a final sticky fluid is secreted. It’s meant to seal the cracks so that the eggs packed inside me, enough to burst my passage, cannot leak out.
Haa… So… this is… the end…?
That was nothing more than my desperate wish for rest.
The wasp extended its ovipositor once more, probing the small hole it had made in the cocoon earlier. The moment I realized it was entering the same place again, I screamed reflexively—a scream no one would ever hear.
“Hngh!!! Hngh, ughh!! Hkk…!!!”
No… not there… that place… that place… no… ugh…!!!
Just slightly below the passage that had been so miserably raped only seconds ago, now blocked tight. The parasitic wasp’s ovipositor invades without hesitation, aiming straight for the opening that leads into my intestines.
“Haa—ngh…! U-ugh…! Mgh… ngh…!!”
The excruciating pain twisting through my entire body broke through the paralysis, making me writhe on instinct, but the insect paid no attention.
H-how… many… are you… going to… lay…?! Ugh…!?
The revolting feeling of my intestines being turned into a filthy egg chamber sinks deep into my bones. That was all. I could do nothing. I couldn’t vomit. I couldn’t even twist away. All I could do was let tears leak from between the hardened cocoon fibers around my eyes.
“Ugh…! Hngh…! Uhhk, ugh…”
The nausea and urge to defecate rising from my swollen guts alone feel enough to drive me insane. But because my organs have frozen like ice, both are impossible for me.
If someone saw me like this… what would they think…? My belly is this swollen… does my silhouette even look human anymore?
“Hngh?!”
After finishing its oviposition, the wasp does not forget to tear through the intestinal wall and drive its stinger in. The venom seeps in with wet, gurgling sounds, overflowing from the torn intestine and spreading through my peritoneal cavity into the other organs.
It… doesn’t… hurt…?
It is far more horrifying than pain. All I can feel is the tactile sensation of something ripping and piercing through my insides. The venom must have already paralyzed my sense of pain. There isn’t much time left. Until my mind completely collapses—at best a few days, perhaps only a few hours.
If it has torn up my insides this badly, I should have died from peritonitis within days before I even went mad, but the way it so casually rips through my intestines…
Does that venom have some kind of sterilizing effect…?
Maybe it’s also intended to open up the abdominal cavity in advance, making it easier for the hatched larvae to devour me.
And then, something electric races up my spine. Buried inside the cocoon, I mimic the motion of opening my tightly sealed mouth wide. In reality, of course, it doesn’t open.
Ah… It’s coming… it’s… coming…
Something that makes even the agony of the ovipositor being withdrawn feel trivial floods into my brain… my soul… my mind, crushing it. At first like a gentle breeze, then like a wave, and then—
“Ugh… u-uh… hngh♡”
Without any warning, a tidal wave of pleasure that shatters reason engulfs my entire body.
Haaah… this… this… feels… so good… ah♡
My limbs, which should have been unable to move properly because of the venom, tremble and convulse. It feels as if every single fingerprint is soaked in ecstasy.
Heh… hehe♡ Uh, hehehehet…! It’s… coming♡ Ah, ahaha, wa—wait…! If it keeps going like this… I’ll…
Endure for days? Hold out for hours?
That was never going to happen.
Once I felt something like this, just like the time I had been injected right in front of the enemy who had made my father rape me and then killed both him and the baby, my sanity would be crushed in mere minutes—no, mere seconds—
“Mgh?!? Ubu—ngh…! Ngh, ugh…! Hngh… hehe…! Nngh♡”
I would go completely mad.
There would be no resistance at all. My brain would melt, every hole in my body would pour out filthy fluids, and my consciousness would be completely erased without even needing to be devoured. So I should stop thinking, right now, this is the la—last…
Huh…?
But…
Why?
Why…?
The end… the end isn’t coming…
The wave of bliss that had been rushing in to obliterate my consciousness like a sandcastle suddenly stops. As if blocked by a massive dam. Like a reservoir at full capacity, threatening to overflow but never quite doing so.
Why, why…? It’s right there, just a little further… just a little more and I could feel good… I could be completely soaked in pleasure, die happily… I don’t care what happens to the world after that… I don’t care at all…
The climax hovers before my eyes, close enough to touch if I just reached out, tormenting me. I want to reach it, but I can’t. The aching pleasure, the frustration before even reaching happiness, already feels like it will shatter my mind into pieces.
Why? Why… why, why…?! Whyyyyy!!!
“Ngh!! U-uuugh!!! Ubu…!!! Hngh…!!”
With both my mind and my sealed mouth, I screamed madly, craving a happy ending. Why…? Wasn’t the venom supposed to instantly shatter my sanity into a broken shell? Was it always this painful? It hadn’t been like this when Zophy did it.
I want to feel good.
I don’t need the world or my soul…
Just once, please, just once—
Let me… cum…
And then, something twitched on top of the cocoon covering my body.
It was the parasitic wasp’s legs moving. It had been resting after exhausting itself laying eggs. Even though it was moving, it clearly lacked the strength it had when it force-fed me nutrient fluid or wrapped me in the cocoon…
Ah… something… Is it going to… inject more venom…? Please, if it would…
I had already fallen so far that I could only think like a broken female.
And the parasitic wasp gives me the gift it desires. The flesh near my chest tears open, and the stinger flies toward my left breast.
“Ummgh?!? U-ugh… ah…?”
Ah… this… this… this is…
Only then did I understand. Why this kind of venom existed. Why it would inject such an energy-intensive toxin into a victim it had so carefully wrapped in a cocoon to serve as food for its larvae.
It’s not… pain…
“Ugh… hngh, mgh… u-ugh… hkkkkuuuuuh♡?!”
There is no pain from torn living flesh. Only the sensation of something ripping through my skin, and from that point, pleasure—several times, no, hundreds of times greater—spreads. Every single sensation that should have been pain is converted into ecstasy. My head melts into mush in an instant from the dizzying bliss.
When the larvae hatch, they naturally devour their host’s body to grow. If the sensory organs are restructured so that the agony and terror of being eaten alive—organs and muscles gnawed away while still conscious—are transformed into unimaginable happiness, the host will never resist.
All that remains is a female soaked in pleasure, a good piece of meat that will quietly let itself be devoured, drowning in ecstasy until the moment its life ends.
Hya… uhehehet…♡ It’s… here… ah… wa—wait… ah… hih?! Ah, I’m… I’m cumming♡ I came… but… again… cumming♡
So much blood rushes to the pleasure center of my brain that it feels like the blood vessels in my nose burst. A nosebleed flows freely, and the thick metallic scent of blood seeps through the cocoon fibers tangled over my lips and onto my face.
Even the horrifying sensation of bursting blood vessels is completely transformed into pleasure, climax, and bliss, carving deep into my brain.
“Hngh…!! Ngh… mgh… u-ugh… ngh♡”
My brain… my brain is… burning… this is♡ In just… a few seconds… how… can I… even think… hehehehet… I’m… going crazy… this is…? So… good? This? I… Kaira…? E-euh♡
It was so pathetic it made me shudder.
I, who had lived a life that needed something like a cock.
Yeah. Yeah.
Kaira doesn’t need anything like a cock.
Ehehehe…
I’ll become an egg pouch.
Kaira wants to become… delicious meat…
Being eaten…
Feels so good…
Happy…
Ah…?
Ah, uueee…
Eh…
U, uuh…
Uuu…?
Ah♡