The Hive

The first thing you are aware of as your consciousness returns, is a loud buzzing sound that seems to come from everywhere at once.

Weakly, the venom still pounding in your veins, you open your eyes. Immediately, a spike of horror shoots through you as you take in your surroundings. However, the lingering venom soon supresses this, making the alien surroundings feel as comfortable to you as your room at the Abbey had been. As your fear ebates, you realize you are in a large insect hive, and you are clearly not alone. All around you are massive, horse sized wasps, their bodies a deep crimson color.

Upon seeing them, your pussy begins to moisten. This was the creature that had stung you. Obviously, it intended to claim you as it's property. Though this thought should horrify you, you feel instead, an overwhelming sense of pride at having been chosen. The venom in your blood warping your thoughts to match the desire of the chitinous daemon that was now inspecting you with it's massive compound eyes.

Your clothes are gone. You have no memory of having been stripped, but you don't mind. The venom in your body making your skin burn with desire and heat. You'd have stripped naked on your own even if they had left them on.

Your are unbound, the massive insects likely trusting their potent sting to keep you subservient as long as necessary.

Completely unafraid and comfortable now, you step forward towards the enormous Wasp, your body moving almost of its own accord, the venom calling up an irrisistable desire to give yourself to this creature.

It rises up so it is face to face with you and begins to run it's antennae over your naked body, probing every inch of you and coming to rest against your virgin pussy lips causing you to tremble with lust and excitement. There they stay for several moments, tasting you, before withdrawing.

The wasp clicks its large, razor sharp mandibles, and buzzes its wings twice before wrapping its legs around your torso, and pushing you roughly back against the wall of the hive. Wasting no time, the wasp pins your arms above your head, and secures them to the hive with a thick mucus spewed forth from its mouth, which hardens quickly and cements you in place.

The wasp leaves your legs unbound, though the height at which your arms are pinned forces you to stand on the tips of your toes to releave the pressure on your arms. When it is satisfied, it clicks and buzzes again before flying out of your field of vision.

You are alone for what seems like hours, the buzzing in the distance an ever constant hum. Eventually though, you see the Wasp that had captured and claimed you return, though you are unsure how you know it is the same wasp.

It skitters over to you rapidly, and rises to rest four large legs on your shoulders. Looking down, you see it position its enormous abdomen between your legs, and begin to raise it upward towards your still wet and burning quim. As it rises, you see the Daemon's long barbed stinger retract, and two plates seperate at the base, revealing a thick, rigid and fleshy tendral. Over a foot long, and pale yellow in color, the tube arches upward towards your slit, the bug's thick abdomen forcing your legs apart, though the idea of resisting had never even occurred to you.

You moan, eager for the moment that the monstrous daemonic organ would reach your entrance.

You aren't waiting long. In seconds, the tip of the long tube parts your tight, virgin lips, and starts to push into you. The Daemonic phallus quickly reaches your Hymen, and without slowing its steady pace, pushes through it, severing your comnection to the Burning Rose forever.

Despite the waves of pleasure washing over you, you are momentarily taken aback. Though the creature had pushed itself into you, the sex was not like what the other Initiate girls had told whispered tales of by the fires at night. They had said that a male thrusts repeatedly into the female before releasing his sperm into her. So far, your mate had only pushed further and further into you, burying almost 8 inches of the long fleshy tube in your stretching cunt. He hadn't withdrawn at all. As the seconds passed, several more inches of the thick organ dissappear inside you, and you begin to feel extremely full. Your captor shows no intention of stopping however, and before long the organ is pressing against the entrance to your womb, simply to thick to go any further.

The wasp buzzes it's wings angrily, frustrated at your womb's refusal to yeild to the it's large member.

For a moment, you think that the insect has given up. However, you realize a second later how foolish that idea had been. The bug buzzes angrily again, determined to achieve it's goal, before thrusting it's abdomen upward, driving the organ painfully past the tight entrance, and into your womb.

You scream out in a mix of pain and frenzied lust, your feminine form now helplessly impaled by the bugs huge cock.

Then, the beast shuddered, and the tube in your pussy pulsed, coating your insides with a spurt of warm liquid, sending a slightly numbing sensation throughout your whole body.

When you feel the tube inside you bulge, you realize happily that the organ isn't a cock. It is an ovipositor, and the wasp was about to fill your womb with it's eggs. You are about to become a mother.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of pride again, the venom forcing it into your mind, even as the first apple sized egg slid down the tube, streaching your already full cunt lips still wider to accomodate its large size.

"Oh...f...fuck they are so big..." you moan, unable to stop yourself as the first egg comes to rest against the open but still tight ring of your uterus.

The bug gives you no time to prepare, no warning whatsoever before sending another pulse down the length of the tube, forcing the impossibly large egg into your womb with a painful popping sensation. You feel it rolling around gently inside you, even as the second, third, and fourth eggs begin marching down the tube.

One after the other, the massive daemonic insect deposits it's large eggs into you, eventually causing your belly to stretch so much, that you appear nearly nine months pregnant. You lost count after the twentieth, but you knew the egg laying had continued for nearly a half an hour after that.

With another pulse, a second spurt of warm liquid shoots into your insides, coating the eggs and the walls of your uterus. Then, finally, the ovipositor begins to slide all sixteen inches of itself out of you.

You moan, your massive pregnant belly jutting out in front of you past your not unnoticeable breasts. You feel the eggs inside you, pressed against the walls of your womb, and though you cannot see it, a shining, red, daemonic pentagram was glowing above your now stretched and dripping pussy. Smiling with maternal pride, you drift off to sleep, still hanging from the wall of the hive.