The sentipede invades your ass

The sentipede rears up, its underside of twitching legs seemingly gigantic, before it grips you suddenly and rolls you onto your tits. You are face down in the sand and the sentipede roughly lifts your ass up, holding it raised and ready with several pairs of legs.

"Ah, unlucky for our volunteer, the sentipede is about to implant her anally," says the announcer.

There is a murmur in the crowd as the sentipede rears up behind you, its long shadow falling across your body, and its huge, segmented penis, still dripping with its semen, flexes towards your cheek. The hard, bulbous heads divides your assflesh and sinks into your tiny pink wrinkle with the lubrication of its semen. You only feel the weight of it, shift unpleasantly, as it invades your numbed ass, sliding deep inside you. Tears fall from your eyes at the horror of what is happening.

"Rectal implantation is usually fatal," explains the announcer. "The cervical barbs will attach instead to the rectal wall, causing damage, and inplantation will pass into the colon and sometimes even further into the digestive tract. Distension and...well...it's all very unpleasant. There will be some material for you to read once this is finished."

You think you can almost feel the sharp pinch of the sentipede's cockhead, deep inside you, attaching to your internals, then it begins pumping the eggs in and your belly begins to swell even more. After it has crammed your ass full of eggs it begins to thrust, curving over your back, the shard-shelled fuckmeat spearing into your tiny ass. It thrusts faster and faster, slapping against your assflesh, pounding it cock deep inside you, tamping down the eggs into your loaded ass.

It screeches and a new wave of its thick broth erupts deep inside you. Its pumping prick drains squirt after squirt of the syrupy liquid inside your egg-packed ass, fertilizing the eggs and impregnating you twice over. It remains heavily over you, buried up your ass, squeezing out the last drips of cum from its violating fuckspear. It withdraws with a raunchy slurp and your stretched asshole is slow to close, cum and marble-sized eggs spilling out as the sentipede allows you to sink back down onto the sand.

Your mind is gone. All hope is lost. You stare mindlessly at the sand.

Satisfied, the sentipede departs through the gaping door and leaves you to your fate. Orderlies in full bio hazard suits stomp into the theater and roll you onto a tarp. They drag you to a small, dimly lit room and roll you down a slope into a half-flooded room. You are beyond caring about what is happening to you.

A few days later, Headmistress Swift arrives with a team of orderlies at the breeding pit. She has some slim hope that Heather Finch might have somehow survived the breeding process. The men open the door at her command and powerful lights shine across the shallow water covering the floor. Visible inside are hundreds of white grubs, squirming and wriggling in the muck. There is nothing remaining of the once-proud monster huntress. Her fate was sealed in combat.

"Get the grubs," says Miss Swift, turning away so that the orderlies cannot see her anger. "If you find anything of her in the water, burn it."