Deeper into trouble

You lay in a sweat matted heap as clear fluid leaks from your pert ass. The worms continue to settle, occasionally sending a flutter of excitement though you. You pant heavily as you look around. The infected shuffle, away from you, down the gloomy hall trailing more the the familiar blue light. They must have expected you to succumb to the worms but you are unbreakable.

Climbing to your feet you think that its time to make a speedy exit. Keeping one eye on the retreating hoard, you get to your feet and pull up the tatters of your clothes. You are nearly naked but every last scrap helps to protect some vestige of dignity.

You ready to bolt, spin and run full speed into a huge infected creature. The brawny hulk must have been an ogre or Minotaur at one point, but its features are lost to you as you plow into it. The creature remains rooted in place, sending you careening back to the slimy floor. It turns two glowing eyes to you before grabbing a handful of your hair. The brute walks past, dragging you, helplessly screaming, down the hall where the ghostly blue grows brighter.

The hall opens to a large circular room, lined with archways, and surrounded by stepped seating. It's resemblance to an area immediately turns your blood cold. The far end of the pit features a massive gate, which is steadily growing brighter. You gulp as it emerges from the darkness. You think the thing emerging from the gate used to be a human woman, but that doesn't describe it any more. The creature is huge and only moves because it is being carried by more than a dozen zombies. It's body hangs loosely over a stretched lower body. The abdomen is fused into a slug-like lower form, leaving legs dangling like vestigial limbs. The large mass that it trails it pulsates like a heartbeat. You remain frozen in fear, but you couldn't even move enough to escape the icy grip of the monster anyway.

"I grow old, child." The monster says meekly. "I can no longer lead this hive, but it still needs a queen. My workers tell me that you have great gifts, that you will be good for the hive."

"Never!" You scream in defiance, then the creature picks you up by the arms and caries you closer to the massive queen.

"I was scared at first too, but then everything began to melt away. They say that having a baby changes your life, but they've never had this many. You will love them so much, and they will love you." She rasped

You scream again, tugging at your tormentor. The queen looms higher and higher as you are brought closer. You claw desperately at the sandy floor of the arena, but draw only dry sand into you fists. The creature tugs you the last of the way, then presses your shoulders down into the shifting basin. A grunt breaks your crys as the wind is knocked out of you. The desiccated creature is inhumanly strong and it keeps you firmly rooted while other husks shamble over. Each one overpowers and pins one of your flailing limbs, leaving you increasingly exhausted, but you are far from resigned to this fate. "You are unbreakable" you think to yourself.

A female drone grabs your chin, mushing your cheeks into a frustrated scowl. Her boney fingers pry at your jaw, attempting to **** your mouth open. It hurts as she digs her disgusting fingers past your lips, prying your mouth open with inhuman strength.

Your grunts cease as the queen comes into view behind her minions. You are absolutely awestruck as the massive queen is carried over you. She must weigh tons, and would undoubtedly crush all of you if she was dropped. Her gargantuan rear is a writhing mass that undulates rhythmically glowing brighter with each wave of movement. Her stretched skin is a pale indigo, which lays tightly between some kind of chitinous plate. You now realize that the form that smoothly stretches behind her is her womb, it boggles your mind to see an organ that should not exist on a human in this scale, but she is far from human now.

Her servants stop walking, and dutifully hold her above you. You begin to scream again as you see her drooling slit, it gapes slightly dripping more thick glowing slime. Some kind of translucent tentacle begins to descend from the thing's genitalia, you renew your struggling as a drone begins to **** the gradually firming tentacle into your mouth.

"Don't fight it my love", the queen's voice booms "Drink of my royal jelly, and become a queen!"

Your eyes water and you **** as the tentacle is pushed deeper into your throat. You panic as the slick thing invades your esophagus, forcing you to shudder again.

"Drink me in" She commands again.

A rush of radiant, iridescent fluid rushes down the queen's tentacle and explodes in your throat. You **** on the viscus jelly unable to breath. Tears of despair roll freely, as you give in and begin to swallow the insidious stuff. The sticky sap fills your stomach as the world recedes down a dark hallway and you loose consciousness.