No: Giving Birth

Several days pass in this manner.

Once a day your many legged owner shoves the feeding tube into your willing mouth and down your throat, filling your stomach with nutritious slime.

On the Fourth day, when you wake, still glued to the wall, you feel a strange sensation begin deep in your core. It feels like small pops, deep in your womb.

You realize that the eggs your master had filled you with are beginning to hatch, and before long, you can feel the small insects wriggling against the confines of their mother. The hatching continues for several minutes, and finally ebates, leaving only the feeling of your masters nymphs crawling around inside you.

A groan escapes your lips as your uterus contracts painfully.

Seconds later, the mammoth bug's young burst out of your now widely stretched pussy in one huge, wet deluge.

Dozens of foot long centipedes wriggle on the floor in a pool of green fluid that now freely drips from your sex. When the bugs extricate themselves from each other, they skitter off in every direction, disappearing from view, and leaving you alone, your Daemonic brand already repairing your body to the state it had been in when the Centipede had found you.

Helpless to resist, you succumb to much needed sleep, your battered, devastated sex still dripping small droplets of greenish slime onto the stones below.

THE NEXT MORNING:

You are awakened by the feeling of something wet, hard, and unyielding probing your once again tight opening.

Your eyes snapping open, you realize that your owner has returned and mounted you already. Looking down past your once again flat and toned stomach, you realize that it has already extended the ovipositor, and is about to push it into you as deeply as it can, once again **** to fill you with it's eggs.

An instant later, the hard appendage parts your pussy lips and slides into you, stretching your soaked quim wide as it had the first time, illiciting pathetic wimpers of feminine pleasure from you as it does.

You smile as the first egg pops painfully into you, past the flared tip of the rod holding the entrance to your womb open wide.

As the second egg drops into you, you look at the hellish insect, your face a mixture of adoration and frenzied lust.

"T...thank you..." you say, feeling the third and fourth round invader adhere to the walls of your uterus

"Thank you...thank you..." you repeat with each new egg, voice rising to a squeal as you cum hard, bucking your hips as best you can against the unyielding rod that was once again seeding your body with hellish insects.

"T...thank you s...so much...master" you say, trembling through the aftershocks of your intense orgasm, your belly once again swollen and heavily pregnant.

Without acknowledging you at all, the bug slides itself free of your slippery cunt, and skitters away. Ignoring you completely, the way one might ignore an object that was no longer required.

Proud, exhausted, and once again filled completely with Daemonic spawn, you drift off to sleep, a smile still playing at the edge of your mouth.