The "Nursery"

All around , you hear the cries of women of every age and race outmatched by the buzzing of hundreds of wasps. You have landed on some kind of spongy green moss gathered in a pile almost three feet tall from a thin pool of sperm over the wasp paper covered ground. The room is incredibly warm and is so deeply stained with sex that every breath is full of the souring musk of carnal fluids. Behind you is nothing but a simple wasp paper wall cut with a few scratch marks, revealing solid earth and rock through the gashes. Looking ahead, you can see nothing but wasp combs, wasps, and women scattered about in an ever expanding primal factory of **** procreation.

In large walls leading all the way down as far as you can see, wasp combs have been stacked together in shelf-like rows, the combs put back to back like you would see in a shop and reaching to the ceiling. On the bottom combs of every wall, women have been shoved through and surrounded by wasp paper to keep them in place, their upper bodies on one side with everything below their waists poking out of the other as they are trapped and crammed together, pressed shoulder to shoulder as to not waste space. Some "lucky" ones are left to walk around or crawl in the cum with jacket wasps down their backs, the legs curled over their victim's belly to help them latch on as they fuck the host raw, making most lay on the ground with their assess in the air as the beasts make them mothers. No doubt they are the few heavily mind controlled and willing women that the wasps trust enough to allow to roam.

The wasps fly all around the chamber, moving eggs and larva from one comb to the next, bringing food and water to the women, passing food along with each other, and pounding into the women from both sides, filling their mouths, pussies, and assess with either eggs or large amounts of fertile sperm that bursts and leaks from them to add to the cum covered floor. A veritable breeding cathedral for the horny insects that call this **** bunker home.

They don't seem to notice you for the moment as you sit on the mound of moss. You wonder how have this many women gone missing without someone noticing? There must be hundreds here and maybe even thousands more wasps. How have they been able to build up such a large amount of women and maintain both their captors and themselves? Though right now might not be a good time to ask those questions unless you want to become another poor girl turned into an incubator. You are currently surrounded by swarms of wasps who have yet to notice you, and as far as you can see from your spot, there is no visible exit. Getting out of here is going to be tough if not impossible.