...but to no avail

The wasps hung in the air for a moment, as if making a decision. Then the first one dove at Teysa. She threw herself forward in a roll that barely avoided its stinger. Another was already arrowing towards her. The first one buzzed angrily and pulled out of its dive, ascending back to the roof of the cage and circling around for another pass. Teysa barely managed to roll out of the way of the second wasp. Its abdomen thumped into the sand and dragged for a foot or two before it looped back upwards. Then the air was full of them, diving and stabbing. The drone of their wings filled Teysa's world, drowning out even the cheers of the crowd. Off to her left, Teysa saw Aliara ducking and twisting to avoid the spears.

The wings looked fragile. If I can grab onto one as it dives, Teysa thought, maybe I'll have a fighting chance. She held her arms out like a wrestler and bent her knees. She would have to time this perfectly. One of the swooping wasps hung in the air above her for a moment. She could see herself reflected a hundredfold in one of its glittering compound eyes. Its mandibles whirred and chittered, and then it dove at her. It moved with liquid speed, crossing the space between them in a second. Its stinger was held low and ready. She imagined she could see every detail, though it must have been moving far too fast. The bristly hairs around the base of the stinger. The dark venom oozing from its tip. The delicate antennae on its face, pushed flat by the wind of its passage. Closer...

She almost managed it. Almost. There was a second when she felt something warm and smooth and hard clip her forearms, then it was past her and her arms closed around empty air. She overcompensated, spun around and fell to her knees. In a flash, she was scrambling upright, but it was too late. Something sharp stabbed into the meat of her calf and she screamed.

The wound was tiny, but her leg immediately went cold and dead. She tried to drag herself upright on one leg, but the cold feeling was spreading. She could feel fingers of ice skittering through her veins. Her muscles cramped and she fought to stay upright. Slowly but surely, she was losing the battle. She slumped to her knees, then fell forward on her face. From where she had fallen, she could see the expanse of sand and a pair of feet that could only be Aliara's. She was ducking and weaving, but as Teysa watched, she went rigid and collapsed. Teysa let out a low moan of despair. Her frozen jaw turned it into an unrecognizable slur.

The crowd's cheering had grown louder throughout their brief battle. They rained down catcalls and jeers. Even the buzzing of the wasps was drowned out by the feral roar. Teysa scrunched her eyes shut. The crowd had come to see blood, and it looked as though they would get to, but she would not give them the satisfaction of seeing her lose her dignity. She could keep that, at least.

No stinger pierced her defenseless neck, no mandible tore through her back. She could faintly hear the whirr of wings, but that was all. She had a moment to wonder if the drow meant to kill her themselves, then she felt a tiny pinch at her side. Paralyzed, she could not see what it was, but it did not go away. Instead, it was joined by another, and another. The buzzing overhead grew louder and she felt herself lift off the ground. Her head and legs slumped down as she rose and she finally got a look at what was happening.

One of the wasps had descended on top of her and closed its legs around her. Three on each side, they gripped her like chitinous fingers. Her arms were pinned to her sides-- not that it mattered, since they hung limp like dead wood. Her head dangled and gave her a few of her own belly and breasts, but beyond that she could see nothing.

Though paralyzed, she still had a faint sense of touch, and she felt something probing at her thighs. She tried to pinch them closed, but only succeeding in wiggling her butt slightly and provoking gales of laughter from the audience. Her face flushed red and she stopped trying. Even that tiny amount of motion had tired her out.

For a moment, she thought it was the wasp's stinger, come to finish her off. The feeling between her legs, though diffuse, was definitely not sharp. Whatever it was was softer, thing, and flexible...

Her eyes widened, but even if her body had been responding to her commands, she had no energy to struggle. The wasp carrying her shifted its grip slightly and her head lolled to one side. So did her leg, and her thighs fell open. With a muscular jerk the wasp twitched its abdomen and thrust several inches of ovipositor inside her.

That feeling cut through the brain fog. Six inches of muscular, chitinous tube plunged into her tight channel, distending her pussy lips and prying open her twat. She tried to scream and managed only a stifled gasp. If she thought the crowd had been loud before, now it seemed that they had found reserves of lung capacity; they bellowed their approval loud enough to shake the cage.

The wasp did not rest on its laurels. Its ovipositor pressed into her, inch by inch, deeper and deeper. It was narrow at the tip, but rapidly widened to the size of her bicep. She could feel her once-tight pussy stretching around it. Her vaginal passage was being **** open, turning from a velvety tunnel to a gaping fuck-sleeve by the inexorable pressure of the wasp's thrusts. It shifted her position again, pulling her back to allow its member to burrow ever deeper into her most intimate places. The **** was brutal in the ****; the wasp did not wait for her to catch her breath, and each surge of motion knocked the wind out of her. She felt her organs rearranging around the meaty tube. It tunneled towards its objective, and she was no more able to stop it than to stop the tide coming in.

When it reached her cervix, it paused for only a moment. The wasp's legs tugged at her, biting into her soft flesh, and the tip of the ovipositor insinuated itself into a hole far too small for it. Even with the cold numbness still gripping her body, she could not ignore this violation. Faint pain radiated outward from her battered cunt, but the ache from deeper inside demanded her attention. She gritted her teeth, denying her tears as the ovipositor **** its way into her defenseless womb. It could overpower her and defile her body, but she would never give it the satisfaction of crushing her spirit. She would not show despair in front of these vultures. Let them see her; let them titter to their friends about the humiliating spectacle of the surface dweller. She had been through worse than this. She would not break.

The wasp paused for a moment. The tube twitched and a flood of warm fluid gushed out to fill her womb. Looking down, Teysa could see a ridge of raised tissue in her lower stomach. The tip of the tube was unmistakable: its eruption had caused her belly to puff out ever so slightly. Her mind went back to the first time the Matron had pinned her down, but there at least there had been some compassion, some connection with the strange and alien woman filling her with eggs. The wasp was as cold and mechanical as a golem. The only sounds it made were the susurrus of its wings and the clicking of its mandibles.

The ovipositor flexed, announcing the arrival of the first egg. Now that it was buried in her to the hilt, its base must have been as big around as her calf. The egg stretched it still further, and for a terrible moment, she thought that it would not fit; it would break her, and she would die on the floor of the arena, the laughter of the crowd roaring in her ears. At last her bruised and aching pussy yielded to the invader. Once inside her, it slid along her channel with ease. It plopped free into her womb and stuck immediately to its walls. There was no time for her to recover her strength: the second egg was already on its way.

As the eggs piled into her womb she **** herself to look down again. Her stomach was swelling grotesquely. Its surface was pebbled, the round shapes of the eggs clearly visible beneath. They strained against her skin and tented her belly. She could feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, but she quelled them by sheer **** of will. She made herself remember the Matron's ovipositor, the hatching spiderlings, her months hanging in the darkness of the breeding caves. I survived that, she told herself, and I will survive this. As long as it takes.

At last the flow of eggs slackened. The ovipositor deflated slightly and began to pull out of her. As its rough-edged chitin scraped across her sensitive inner walls, her whole body shivered. She was grateful for the numbness; she knew that if she had been feeling the full brunt of the ovipositor's ****, she would not have been able to maintain a stoic silence. The ovipositor popped out of her abused cunt with a wet sound, and it was immediately followed by a spray of greenish fluid that fountained out and across her thighs. The flow slowed to a steady trickle that dripped onto the floor beneath her. The wasp wasn't done with her yet, though.

Sensation was starting to return. Her whole lower body ached, and her cunt felt puffy and sore. There was also a peculiar stretched sensation that did not abate with the ovipositor removed. Looking down, she could not see past the swollen, gravid orb of her belly. The flesh was pallid and taut, with delicate veins visible tracing out their intricate patterns beneath her skin. It was at least as wide around as when she had been filled with drider eggs, and possibly larger; it seemed too large to circle her arms around at its widest point. Beneath it, she could feel cold air against her thighs, and more disturbingly, against her inner walls. She did not want to imagine her poor, gaping pussy, but the image filled her head regardless. The laughter of the crowd washed over her, and despite herself she felt a blush creeping into her cheeks. She tried to close her thighs, but the wasp **** them open again. It seemed that it wasn't finished with her yet.

The ovipositor slid back inside her. This time it passed easily through her ruined hole. It did not bury itself in her guts, but hovered there for a moment. She felt something warm spurting out of it. No, not warm-- hot! Scorching! She hissed through her teeth as the gush of fluid seared her insides. It adhered to the walls of her passage like glue and immediately began to solidify. The wasp continued spraying as the goo hardened into a solid plug of resin. It filled her from her plundered womb all the way to her sore and stretched pussy lips. It cooled as it hardened and its consistency went from soft and sticky to firm and slightly tacky.

At last the wasp hovered low and gently set her down. She rolled onto her side with a groan. Every time she moved, she felt the resin plug inside her tug at her flesh-- it was stuck fast, and it made her feel slightly queasy. She lifted her hands to her belly and ran her palms over its surface. The pebbled texture was faint but unmistakable. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to see Aliara in a similar predicament. The half-elf had passed out at some point and her lips were coated with a thin film of froth. Teysa reached out for her, but she was a few feet out of reach, and she lacked the energy to stand.

Dimly she was aware of the crowd hushing again. Gold-tooth's amplified voice echoed off the walls.

"A one-of-a-kind show, I'm sure you'll agree! Our performers need to rest now, but rest assured they'll be back soon, to face more horrors from the Underneath!" As he spoke, the cage door clanged open and strong hands scooped Teysa up beneath the shoulders. The exhaustion of her ordeal was catching up with her and she felt her eyelids drooping. As she fought to stay awake, she heard the voices that had carried her in from the cart:
"This bitch weighs a ton!"

"Yeah, well, it ain't a mystery why, huh? Look at that gut!"

"We don't have to carry her far, do we?"

"Nah. Just drop in one of the cells. Careful! Don't damage her! Boss says he's got her shows booked out to next year!"

Life pulsed and thrummed in Teysa's belly. As consciousness left her, she wondered what it would be like to hatch wasps. Would they be like the spiderlings? Could she learn to love them? She supposed she would have lots of time to find out.