You can't take it anymore! Give in!

The nauseating sound of the dead woman being eaten by the rotpede grubs saps you of your will to fight. You cry for a while, hearing the soft moans of the women around you and the disgusting chewing of the grubs, but even that fades. You hang limp in the webbing of the slime and try to think of a faraway place.

It almost works for a time, but then you feel the brush of the rotepde's antennae on your face and your eyes fly open. The hideous, insect mouth opens and venom drips from its mandibles. It lashes out with its claws, slicing through the slime webbing that holds you to the wall. The sharp claws pinch at your flesh, but the creature seems practiced and methodical and does not wish to harm you further.

The slime is weakened and you sag from the wall and into the many arms of the rotpede. It drags you down to the floor, holding your soft human body against its surprisingly soft underbelly. Tiny hairs prickle at your skin as sets you upon the filthy rocks and tears away the last remnants of your clothing.

The rotpede spreads your thighs and rears up between them, its full length towering above you. You lift your head and see that a small slit is opening in the segmented flesh of its underbelly. A white appendage as thick as your wrist slowly extends. The rotpede cock glistens with moisture as it droops out, lengthening to nearly a foot, twitching and swinging slowly with muscular contractions.

You moan at the sight of the fleshy cock, but you do not struggle. The rotepede curls over you, its many limbs grasp your bare shoulders, arms, breasts, hips, thighs and legs. Its soft underbelly presses down atop you and the cock disappears between your legs. A moment later you feel it urgently prodding at your sex.

You know it will not fit, it is too big and you are too afraid to become aroused, but such thoughts fade as you feel a warm gush at your cunt. The effects of whatever is happening are almost instant: your body feels hot and incredibly aroused. You not only want it inside of you, you want it to impregnate you. It is as if the rotpede has secreted a venom to put a woman in heat.

Your cunt swells with arousal and you can feel the wetness of its secretion soaking through your folds. You ache for it, and the rotpede obliges your squirming pleas, pressing forward and stretching your cunt in an eye-popping stroke that fills you with its moist fuckmeat. You are completely stuffed with the creature's cock, the head pressed to your cerix and your tunnel tightly grasping its girth.

The huge rotpede's is not gentle, but its motions seem precise. It thrusts in and out of you, lubricating fluids squelching and slopping across your thighs and down your ass to puddle beneath you. Its body ripples and it grunts and huffs from its insectoid nostrils. The movement is an agony of pleasure for you. There is the fullness of it and the motion that rubs against your straining clit. Even its claws, snapping and pinching your body, seem to find your nipples again and again, plucking at them and teasing you to the brink of an exquisite orgasm.

You cum hard beneath the hideous creature, throwing your legs up as it squeezes its fleshy cock deep inside you and back out again. Your pleasure seems to echo in the snorting monster. It emits a warbling scream and you suddenly feel the sick fullness of your womb being pumped full of frothing spunk. Its shuddering cockmeat throbs between your folds as it gushes in overflowing waves into your deepest places.

As the tide ebbs, you feel something else, wriggling and squirming into you. It is spurting out jelly-like eggs into the froth of cum that fills your womb and as you lie beneath the rotpede you are impregnated with a clutch of its horrible grubs. Your mind is nearly gone by the time it cock slurps from between your folds and the creature drags you back to the slime-covered wall. It presses your bloated body into the muck, face-first, and webs you back into place. This time it leaves your ass out and exposed. You smile through your tears, somehow comforted by the gentle wriggling of the eggs within your womb.

With no hope of escape, you sink into madness as you wait for your first clutch of grubs to be born.