Offer no resistance

Tears drop from your eyes at the humiliation of what is happening, but with that humiliation comes acceptance. You are beaten, stripped naked and exposed, locked up in stocks and immobilized, there is nothing you can do to fight this. You should have acted sooner...should have fought...but there's nothing you can do to escape what is about to happen.

Wug fingers prod your juicy lips and spread you open. A moment later you feel fingers pressing soft marble-sized eggs to the slippery entrance of your cunt. You gasp as the wugs begin stuffing their caviar inside you. They are not rough or cruel about it, but their pace is relentless and the egg-handler is methodical, pushing the cold and slimy eggs into your depth with a long finger. They pack them in, one after another, shoving fingers deep inside you with no interest in your pleasure. The sound of their fingers and the eggs working into your cunt is a slurping of mucus and the wet slap of flesh.

You feel a heaviness in your womb. You're stuffed full of caviar, probably hundreds of eggs, and the slime that coats them now coats your inner walls and drips out of your swollen lips to splatter on the floor. You hang limp in the stockade, knowing what is coming next.

You hear the croaking language of the wugs behind you and imagine them staring at the pale apple of your ass, spread wide open, filthy with their slime, ooze falling from your gaping pussy. You feel hands on your ass and you gasp and lift your head. You cannot see back over the stockade but you know the wug that intends to fertilize the eggs is now taking his position behind you.

A cold and bulbous appendage presses against the tender lips of your pussy. It presses more firmly and your womanhood parts and opens up and the creature sheaths its loathsome cock inside you, guiding it several inches into your hot, human tunnel until you feel its froggy thighs against your ass. It makes a sound of what you assume is pleasure and then it begins to fuck you.

As the wug saws its fat amphibian cock in and out of your pussy you feel every ridge and texture. Worse, it feels incredible, and you begin to moan. You're so debased that you don't even care, crying out, "Fuck me! Oh gods, fuck me!" as the creature does exactly that. The stockade affords you little movement, but you work your hips slightly and fuck back against the creature. Your eyes are half rolled back in your head and your mouth hangs open in a crazed smile, panting like a dog in heat.

The wug's libido drives it to a frenzy of thrusting and froggy croaking. You cum hard, walls clenching around it, and the wug croaks loudly and seizes your ass with its rubbery fingers. You feel it discharge its loathsome cum into your egg-packed womb, flooding your inner walls with its fertile seed and creating dozens of new wugs in your birth canal. It remains there for a very long time, buried inside you, muscular contractions surging up the length of its cock and depositing more heavy spurts of cum over the clutch of eggs.

When it finally withdraws, the female, presumably the one who laid the eggs, feeds loose strands of wug sperm dangling from your stretched slit back into your pussy. Even this gives you pleasure and you wriggle against the intruding finger and beg to be fucked. No such luck. The wugs depart. You moan and hang limp in the stocks.

Soon, you're dimly aware, the wugs will attach the pincers to your nipples and you will be fully a part of their livestock farm, your life shortened by the stress of it, just another animal for them to use. It may be too late to escape, but if you muster every shred of courage and will perhaps you can devise some method and rid yourself of these horrible eggs even now beginning to grow inside you.