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She walked off to get something, coming back with a large glass jar containing water filled with a few large slug-like worms. "You see my dear little vixen, our guest over there is producing plenty of larva, it is sure, but with more gold I could start to secure some truly amazing things."

Opening the gate she stepped inside, carrying the big jar, "So my dear, what I need is another supply of them, think of it this way, you are doubling my income!" she laughed at this, finding mirth in my predicament.

Placing the jar down beside me she drew a little knife and set about cutting my clothes loose, "Oh stop struggling dear, it won't do you any good and just makes my job harder."

I didn't stop though, I kept wriggling and trying to pull away until there were cuts and abrasions where the cuffs held me to the wall. My vocal chords wouldn't respond, the poison she had used numbing my throat.

"Here you go your highness." the Great Dane said, handing her a stool.

She took it and said, "Thank you dear, this should be perfect, now just hold still will you." she reached to one side of my hips and gripped a large leather belt, threading it to the other side and pulling tight locked my midriff into place, unable to move.

"Please your highness, I will do anything, anything. Just not this, please." I begged her, my voice working at last.

Lifting up the jar now, setting it onto the stool, "But dear, you don't need to do anything, just relax." she said, sliding the stool under me.

I felt the glass rim press against my folds, "There we are, now I will be back in an hour or so to check on you. You should enjoy this, your friend over there seems to." she said, gesturing to the wolf in the facing cage, the same wolf laying on the ground whimpering with small fat worm-like larva crawling from her opening every hour a day, constantly stimulating her body with movement and chemicals.

"No, no, no, no..." I was saying over and over again.

The gate closed and I was left to my fate.

For a while I thought she must have messed up, put dead larva in the jar or something, then the first movement at my nether-lips, cold and slimy, let me know this was not the case.

It pushed into me, about three inches long and an inch and a half across, it was definitely felt as it wormed its way deeper into me. I couldn't clench my muscles enough to even slow it, and then the second started its travel, then the third, until the jar was empty.

Feeling it then, pushing at a deeper entrance, I felt a warmth start to gather in my groin the result of of the chemicals in its slime, and as the worm deep within me slowly eased my cervix open I moaned out as my body found its release, leaving me whining and whimpering.

But the pleasure didn't stop, it built further.

Feeling more and more of them slide into my inner depths I whined and tried to buck again and again as my body found a sick kind of release in every wriggling movement.

It was about the fourth or fifth, I am not really sure, but suddenly a deeper pressure was felt and from the research the princess had told me about when the wolf was being infected I knew the first worm had found one of my fallopian tubes and was extending itself as thin as possible down that length.

Crying out, screaming in orgasm, whining after the release as the increased pleasure continued unabated I barely noticed the princess remove the stool and jar, let off the belt and undo the manacles, I just curled up in a ball on the floor, whining and moaning piteously, even as the second worm found my other tube and began to burrow down into it.

It was then, just as the second worm reached my ovary that the first must have finished its task of consuming the other reproductive organ and joining itself to the blood vessels and other ancillaries, effectively making itself a part of my body, injecting its own chemicals into my blood stream even as it took sustenance from it.

As those chemicals hit my brain I started to pant heavily, it felt like my whole body was alight with need as I began thrusting my groin in time with a tempo that I could only peripherally sense was my heart beat.

Two full days she left me there, making noises of animal lust, my belly swelling slightly at the load of worms that was filling it, occasionally having a bowl of soup thrown in, that I would lap up in moments.

"So, have you started producing yet?" I heard her say from the cage door. My only possible reply was a whimper, my tongue was starting to swell up and soon my larynx would join it, leaving my windpipe useless for anything but simply drawing in one shuddering breath after the other.

A hand gripped my muzzle, opening it, checking on the state of my tongue, it was now or never. I could not possibly think of a way to mitigate what the worms were doing to me, but revenge could be had.

Scissoring my legs around, I heard the lioness gasp as she started falling, a dull thud followed by a softer thump heralded her hitting the floor, and after a few moments of not hearing a sound from her, I figured she was either unconscious or dead, if the latter all well and good, but if the former.

I gasped and whined, levering myself along the floor, over the top of the princess, tearing her dress apart was a harder task and left me gasping, eventually I had if not easy then at least clear access to her groin.

With a last sigh of happiness, I felt our sex touch together, soon feeling a worm slide down my mating tunnel, felt it begin to burrow into her, followed by another and another.

I was lost for a while in the happy feelings this left me with, but regained my senses when I heard her screaming, "You fucking... ugh, fucking bitch! I, ugh..." they were working their way down inside her, she would succumb soon, unable to resist their poisons applied directly to her blood, how long before she would be found down here, would they find a way to cure her? Maybe use it on both of us before they consulted her about my treachery.

With a last whine I felt my larynx swell past usability, suddenly unable to give voice to any of the need I had coursing through me, I felt myself retract from the sane world, letting the sensation of being aroused unendingly, without any hint of respite, flow over me and I was lost.