Stung

A transgressive erotic horror

She ran--or at least she was running. It felt as if it had been hours that she fled... from something. Her feet were bloody from running over jagged desert stone, her lungs ached from the constant cloud of dust, her skin was burned by the late afternoon sun, and for some reason she couldn't recall how she got there.

A tinge of memory came flooding back, primarily just emotion; specifically disgust. That gut wrenching emotion was again triggered by a buzzing, as if a Cessna on the horizon. She didn't analyze her thoughts, she didn't know what caused that panic or why; she only ran harder as her mind blanked of everything but fear.

Forward she stumbled on, blind with tears, feet being gouged by jagged stone. The pain of it eventually brought some sense back to her, enough to cripple. She fell to her hands and knees, scraping and cutting her soft flesh. Tears watered the dusty canyon floor and for a moment she surrendered to depression and exhaustion.

At last her mind settled enough to sort through the day's events but they seemed distant and disjointed. Every time she reached back and tried to remember... anything--especially how she got to this god forsaken desert, there was a blankness; smooth and solid at the back of her mind. This terrified her more than the buzzing, but the sound was growing insistent; eventually it managed to break through her suffering and spike her adrenaline. Again she took to her torn and bruised feet and hobbled as fast as she could.

The canyon opened on to a bed of baked and cracked mud; wide and flat without a single growth to make it anything but a desolate wasteland. Again she stumbled and fell to the caked earth. Plates of mud crumbled and cracked to dust under her hands as they clenched; a shadow passed overhead with that terrible vibration. She trembled, afraid to look up, afraid to see what was making that overwhelming sound. She felt it in her bones more than she heard it, her ears numb with pain.

Another shadow passed, then another. They were large and they were circling her like vultures; however these did not wait for her inevitable death. She glanced up just in time to see one dive at her, a vision that burned in to her retinas--a giant insect, more of a silhouette as it came out of the swollen orange sun. The brilliance hurt her eyes but she couldn't look away; paralyzed by the horrific vision.

The terrifying insect was black and glossy, covered in hard scale like chitin plates. It reminded her of a tarantula hawk, only massive; with a hint of blue-green iridescence in its dark body and it's four honey gold wings. Her mouth hung agape with a scream that tried to crack through her dust choked throat. Her eyes focused on its lower abdomen and the ten centimeter stinger that was sliding free. A droplet of emerald caught the light as it oozed from that vicious barb.

Behind her another of the three meter long wasps dived, catching her off guard. So intently focused upon the nightmare before her, she had forgotten the other two circling above. Her head turned just in time to see that black body land over her on its six great legs. It stood above her like a cage with its head dipping down to stare at her. Cold multifaceted eyes took her in as its abdomen curled forward like lightning and thrust its stinger in to the small of her back, just to the side of her spine.

Pain bloomed in her body cavity. It felt like nothing she had ever known nor imagined. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her hands reached down to clutch at her stomach. No more than a second after the sting the wasp took off again, away from her. She screamed then but the ragged sound turned in to a voiceless wheeze as the harshness of her agonized cry tore her vocal cords. Yet even that pain felt like a cool spring breeze compared to the fire that rolled through her torso.

The seconds dragged on and the fire grew, spreading outward from her stomach to her thighs and chest. The wave of agony passed and was followed by a sensation like needles of ice pouring in to her veins, ice that numbed and burned at the same time; ice that left her flesh dead. She collapsed then as she lost control of her muscles; her face pressed to the dirt, her bowels and bladder evacuated in a limp rush. The pain continued to spread to the tips of her toes and to the top of her head followed by blissful disturbing numbness.

Still her lungs pulled air, still her heart beat, but her major muscles were limp and useless. After a minute or two of circling one of the great insects descended upon her again and curled four of its six legs about her then took off. She could feel nothing but an unpleasant rocking from her inner ear. She could see below her as her head wobbled back and forth. She began to feel motion sick but her stomach muscles wouldn't co-operate to empty her already empty belly.

Time passed, the world passed, and the sun dipped lower on the horizon. Half way through the trip her captor dropped her off and allowed another to take its place carrying her to their nest. She was just beginning to feel again when they arrived at a cave high on the cliff face of a canyon. She couldn't move yet, but an ache deep in her muscle and bones began to spread from her stomach outward in the same pattern as the pain and numbness before.

She was dumped upside down on to the side of the cave, her back and legs against the wall with her head and shoulders on the floor. It was uncomfortable and though she could feel, her muscles were far too sore and achy to respond. From that position she could only stare at her own belly and filth matted crotch with her head at an awkward and uncomfortable angle. Tears leaked continuously from her pain strained eyes and her raspy sobs echoed through the softly humming cave.

It was not a long rest before another group of smaller, meter long wasps came and began to crawl all over her. She itched and trembled at the sensation of their sharp feet as they raked across her skin. Two of them set to work washing her with long flexible yet rigid tongues; cleaning her inside and out. This wasn't entirely unpleasant as they probed at her mud caked vagina and filth covered rear yet at the same time... they were all insects; insects crawling over and touching every part of her. She screamed silently as the horror of it overwhelmed her, causing panic to wash her mind of all coherency.

Two or three of them began to spread her legs, forcing the aching muscles to strain. They pulled them outward then down toward the floor. This was not exactly a natural position for her thighs to take, she had never been able to do the splits. The ache turned in to a strain, then the strain turned in to agony as she felt tendons in her thighs tear, muscle wrench apart, then at last her hips give way with a sickening bone deep clunk. First the right, then the left as the wasps wrenched her legs out of socket. From there they tucked them to her sides, knees pushed to the floor.

Her eyes were wide as they whirled about; stomach seized and her body trembling she was wrenched apart by her captors. It was too much, far too much for her to take but there was no escape. Her crotch jutted up in to the air, butt pressed against the warm cave wall. She had no legs in any condition to protect her anymore, completely and utterly exposed in such a humiliating position. Bit by bit she lost focus as they tortured her. Her head rolled back and forth, mumbling soundlessly 'no' over and over.

She didn't notice at first as they dragged her arms out above her head. However once they began to twist and wedge her arms under her neck, her attention was jerked back to the sickening torment. She was well and truly helpless to stop what was happening. It made her stomach heave as she watched; knowing what was coming, knowing how much it would hurt. Stomach acid drooled down her throat as she queasiness spiked, but her gut was empty. The first crunch came as her left shoulder tore from its socket and the upper arm was tucked neatly under her neck, propping her head up. The useless arm stuck out to the wrong side, her elbow being laid under her other wrenched shoulder. Then the second tearing crunch came as her last limb was rendered useless and laid under her head.

Then as sudden as it began, it was over. Only the four that were holding her in place stayed while the others darted out of the cave and in to the evening sun. She watched, mournful and in gut wrenching agony, not even wondering where they were going or what would happen next. Nothing could be worse than this she thought at first, then a tiny voice in the back of her mind asked "why do they want me?" and a coldness settled in the pit of her stomach.

When the swarm returned they settled over her again and began to spit up gobs of slimy greenish mud. It smelled foul and sweet at the same time, like vomit, earth, and honey. Bit by bit they coated her arms and legs, gluing them to the floor and wall. They shifted her legs, fitting her knees against the corner of wall and floor. Her calves and toes were straightened and stuck out at odd angles away from the wall. There they stayed, with her belly arched, crotch and rump dangling in the air, angled slightly toward the wall. Some how her knees and shoulders were at the same level.

Wave after wave of mud was brought to her, until she was laying in a pile of it from head to knee, completely submerging her arms and legs. Her nether regions were quite well exposed, sticking up in to the air and slightly away from the wall. They took turns holding her still and collecting mud to afix her in place. It was well past dark when at last they were satisfied with their work and she was well and truly cemented down. It would have taken a sledge hammer to even crack the ceramic they produced.

For a while she was left alone and in that time exhaustion finally overtook her. At last she fell in to a fitful uncomfortable sleep. Waking up every so often with a strong desire to scratch somewhere or to reposition herself... but both were impossible. Then of course the constant companion of pain from her dislocated limbs kept her in a state of high grade suffering.

When the morning sun finally crept in to the cave and woke her for good, she found one of the smaller wasps laying on the back of a bigger one, just to her side. She could see in great detail as the sun shone off their glossy bodies. They were mating, the smaller one pushing a black fleshy tube in to the larger and his body pulsating, pumping the female full of semen. Further down in the cave she began to notice more and more of it. Dozens of matings happening all at once.

Part of her torture demented mind was curious and interested as she watched. Another part was thrown in to complete disgust at the putrid display. Fluids splattered on the cave floor, soft squelches filled the air. She could smell it as well, an acrid and musky sexual odor that made her blush just as much as it made her stomach turn. The first pair next to her parted at last and the female bent down to lick the sexual fluids from the cave floor then took to wing and left. One after another the wasps parted and left until she was completely alone, not even the humming from deep in the cave.

The smell hung in the air though leaving her squirming in disgust and a strange humiliating arousal. Above her she was forced to watch as her cunt grew wet and began to dribble a slow trickle down her pubic mound and belly. Her head swam with the images of mating wasps sending conflicting emotions through her core. The worst part of it though, her sex leaked as her lips cracked from dehydration, her arousal wasting precious fluids.

Some time later one of the males returned and landed over her. It did a circle or two on the floor and wall before settling down over her, belly to belly, face to face. The depraved, horny part of her mind wondered if it intended to mate with her next as it had with the female wasps earlier. But no. His head lowered toward hers, mandibles opening, and a long proboscis like tongue slithered out and forced its way in to her chapped mouth and down her throat.

The proboscis swelled then pulsed as thick sludge like fluid was forced down it. She choked and squirmed but the tip of the tongue was churning back and forth in the pit of her stomach. All she tasted was a sweet nectar of its saliva as her stomach was pumped full. Then it withdrew, oozing that sludge up her throat and across her tongue. It was vile; like acidic vomit and reminded her of rancid meat mixed with mud. Another male returned and it too came to force feed her. She tried to turn away but was helpless as those mandibles grabbed her face, forced her jaw open, and that long proboscis was fed down her throat.

After the third meal she could take no more; her stomach bloated painfully. In the position she was bound there was an irregular leaking of acidic fluid from her stomach up her throat, some drained in to her lungs, more in to her sinuses, and the rest she coughed up or swallowed back down. When the fourth wasp came to feed her, she could take no more and vomited around its proboscis. Filling her mouth and almost drowning. At this the wasp began to drink the food from her throat and mouth, then left her alone.

The day dragged on and on but she felt a little better with a meal and hydration. By evening she was force fed again, this time only three wasps feeding her. It seemed obvious to her that they were quite intelligent yet completely sadistic and uncaring.

She fell asleep again as the sun went down and woke to another morning of the same. All around her the hive mated, splattering their disgusting fluids everywhere. This time a couple mated right above her, forcing her to watch as the male slid itself inside the female. She could see those scale plates part and black wrinkled folds of the wasp's vent rolled outward in to a long black shaft. It took a few careful thrusts before it entered his mate, and then the male's body pulsated and that flesh swelled two twice its original girth. She felt herself again turned on at the scent and sight, with that arousal came deep self loathing. She berated herself silently, calling herself a filthy slut, perverse, disgusting.

When the couple above her finished and the male pulled out, a stream of sexual fluids sprayed across her face and chest. As much as she hated herself for it, her tongue slipped out and licked the semen and other fluids from her lips and she whimpered voicelessly. A small depraved part of herself wanted one of the males in her mouth. The rest of her focused on self loathing and disgust.

She was again fed until her stomach was bloated. Worse however was when she realized she had to go to the bathroom, badly. For a long time she squirmed and held it, feeling her bladder swell and even her kidneys starting to ache. With a humiliating sob she released and turned her face away. The golden stream splashed upward erratically then landed on her own chest and face. After a moment it strengthened and arced over her head to run down the mound of adobe.

For almost the entire day she lay in her own urine, trembling in shame and anger until at last one of the male wasps noticed. He came and began to tongue bathe her body, then the cave, leaving her and the cave floor clean; but still the stench and humiliation remained. Later in the day after she had been fed again, another of the males climbed over her and pressed its angular face against her crotch. His long proboscis slithered out and licked between her folds. It excited her fiercely before the tip found the tight pucker of her rear then pushed inside; then that arousal turned to disgust.

As she watched, the wasp began to drink her bowels clean. It was a strange sensation to say the least; that long tongue squirming up her intestines, draining them of filth and fluid. When at last any urge to go to the bathroom had vanished the wasp withdrew that tongue, causing her to writhe in now both arousal and disgust. Then he left her alone again.

The next morning the mating continued. Sadly none of the wasps were above her this time so she was only subjected to the musky scent. Again she was fed, a fourth meal forced in to her this time and her swollen stomach was just barely able to contain it. In the evening a wasp came to take her waste after dinner.

Day after day it was the same routine--usually. Mating, feeding, abandoned, feeding, toilet, then sleep. She lost track of time and she gained weight. The excited part of her began to crush the disgusted part as day by day, week by week she grew accustomed to her new life. Another small part of her wondered what purpose she served in the day to day activities; but it wasn't until a few weeks later that she would find out.

One day was different however, one day broke the routine. When one of the males came to clean her after dinner it's abdomen dipped low and she reached out her tongue to lick along it. Part of her disturbed mind wanted his maleness in her as his tongue wriggled in her bowels. It was exciting, pleasurable, and she was half lost to insanity by now. The reaction to that tongue swipe was a sharp dip of the abdomen and scales of chitin parting. A slippery musk coated sheath of folds was exposed, oozing fluids from between each wrinkle of onyx flesh. It swelled as her tongue graced it, tasting that slimy and disgusting musk. And though it was gross smelling and tasting the new born depraved facet of herself loved it. Acrid, sweet, sour, and the strong hint of male she had become so very used to.

Lick after lick, she cleaned her wasp lover's vent, just as the wasp sucked the filth out of her intestines. Eventually, as all males did, he grew aroused. That flesh distended further, it swelled until an upward cleft folded outwards and a slippery prehensile appendage emerged; coated in the mucus and filth that continuously oozed from the wasp's vent. She opened her mouth to it hungrily and engulfed it. The wasp seemed only too happy to let the human pleasure it; antennas flicking back and forth and its abdomen beginning to jerk and undulate as it did when it mated with a female of its own kind.

That flesh swelled with each pulse of the wasp's body. The slimy mucus coated vent emerged from between the parted scales, bulging outwards. The lower portion of it a deep cleft going up in to its digestive tract, while the upper portion folded out and filled her mouth with that filth soaked cock. She wanted it, she hated it, she nursed it, she felt like throwing up. It swelled to double, then triple its original size and girth with each spasming pulse. The vent fitted down over her face, covering her nose and eyes in the disgusting mucus. At the same time that prehensile member wriggled its way to the back of her throat and started forcing its way down. She wanted it, she hated it, and then she was only too happy to oblige it and began to swallow hungrily.

At that the wasp stopped its work and focused on mating with the human's face. Each jerk of his body thrusting that wriggling penis down her throat and squeezing more slimy mucus from his vent to coat her head. The part of her mind that should be humiliated and disgusted no longer cared, the sexual fluids and pheromones left her in a state of helpless need. When he at last released down her throat it left a warm satisfaction spreading through her. But then he was gone, pulling his appendage from her mouth and leaving her with only a mouth and belly full of his semen.

She tried again a few days later to get another male but none got close enough for her to tease in to using her and satisfying her deep seated lust. At last she gave up the attempt out of frustration and let the routine continue.

The first inkling that something was different was when she woke up one morning and only half the wasps were mating, the rest of the females were rejecting the male advances. That night there was no dinner, instead a female came to her. It's stinger hung out, oozing fluid from a crack along the underside. It looked painful, especially as flesh began to ooze out of the crack forming a long tubular appendage of black mucus covered flesh.

The wrinkled gaping tip hung open slightly as it was positioned above. Then the wasp lowered that abdomen down to meet hers. Carefully the wasp nudge that sharp stinger inside her small, tight sex. She whimpered in pleasure for a moment and clenched her belly in an attempt to take more of it.

When the tip of the stinger found her cervix, it pushed against, then through. The tight ring stretched at first, then with a shock of pain, like a deep belly cramp, it tore. The wasp continued lowering itself down until that stinger hit the back of her womb; with a sharp jerk the wasp thrust in to her body cavity, sopping stretched sex meeting the tip of the wasp's abdomen, the stinger entirely sheathed inside.

She cried out silently in pain with her belly flesh flushing red. She squirmed in both lust and agony while attempted to pull away. The wasp sat there for a few minutes, resting, then a trickle of fluid down the length of the ovipositor indicated more. A moment passed and the long abdomen of the wasp pulsated. A ripple of movement starting about midway up and descending down towards the meeting of sexes. When the ripple hit her vulva a rush of fluid poured through the ovipositor and landed deep in her pudgy belly.

She clenched down on the ovipositor and twisted her neck back. She squirmed at the very strange feeling of those fluids pouring amongst her inner organs. The next undulation came a moment later along with another rush of fluid. The third started to spurt, then stopped. A fourth and fifth came without any noticeable trickle. The wasp pulsated over and over again, its abdomen dipping down with each to nudge at her stretched cunt and bowed body.

On the sixth meaty ripple she felt the ovipositor stretch at her entrance, an egg being forced down its length. Part of her expected this, part of her wanted it, but the tiny little part of her mind that still held some sanity screamed at the rest. Her lips moved as she whispered voicelessly, "this will kill me.."

It took over an hour for the wasp to force that egg down, It felt massive, no it was massive. It also had to fight past the tight confines of her vagina, womb, and the wasp's own narrow ovipositor. When at last she felt the egg slide out, along with it came a rush of birthing fluids that filled her distended gut. Exhausted the wasp withdrew, collapsed to one side and laid still.

When it was over, she felt both aroused and scared. She could feel that round orb laying some where below her intestines; there was even a slight bump under her skin, just above her navel. She stared at it, trembling and crying. Then at last a meal came and the routine continued.

Shortly before breakfast the next morning, another pregnant wasp came to her. This time she knew what to expect, but the two hour ordeal wasn't any easier. There was little pleasure in the mating, only pain as the ovipositor was forced through her partially healed cervix and the back of her womb. The second egg was deposited no more than a centimeter or two away from the first, below her navel this time.

After breakfast the third wasp came and secreted its fertile egg deep within the woman's flesh. Another two used her before dinner and a third shortly before bed. One by one the entire hive filled her stomach with its offspring. One by one she felt her heart sink and a deep fatalistic depression close in about her mind.

Every morning the wasps who had already laid, began to mate again. Every day her stomach grew wider and bumpier. She had lost count around 20 eggs, each one close to five centimeters long and perhaps three across, pill shaped. From her position she was forced to watch, forced to see the distended lumpy flesh every day, all day. That was probably the worst torture for her, the inevitability she could not ignore; could not look away from.

Eventually the last egg was laid and her wounds healed; though her cervix would never be the same again having been torn a few dozen times in as many places, it was now little more than an extension to her vaginal passage.

Weeks passed with the same routine. Feeding, mating, and so forth. She grew fatter and weaker, muscles atrophying from disuse. At last when the eggs hatched it was with a strange disturbing relief. She felt the first one of the deeply laid eggs popping. Many times over the past week she had felt them wiggle and squirm, even more disturbing than being forced to watch. After the first egg hatched, another dozen hatched within hours. But there was stillness, a strange dreaded stillness. She didn't know what to expect but her imagination had run wild over the past weeks with night terrors and lusty dreams of what it might feel like, what might happen when it began. Stillness had not been one of those sick fantasies.

She woke in the middle of the night as the activity began. She could see nothing in the darkness, perhaps that was a kindness, as her stomach rippled and squirmed with dozens of maggots crawling amongst her intestines and organs. Then one sharp pain, and then another. Always the sharp pain was along the inside of her stomach wall, like it was trying to eat its way out. But it was only a single stab per larva, only a single sharpness. Then the sharpness faded to a dull ache after a few minutes. Still they squirmed however, even after attaching themselves to her flesh. Occasionally twitching, rippling, or undulating inside of her. She threw up her dinner after a while, queasy from the sick sensation.

As morning came, she saw it. Where she had bumps before, now she had dimples. Each dimple was red and irritated, and worse it occasionally squirmed as the larva within moved. She could barely keep a meal down from the squirming mass of life that filled her belly. The males started feeding her five or six times a day, two of them per meal. However day by day she was still loosing weight and a constant hunger gnawed at her belly when she wasn't too queasy to think about food.

By the next week those dimples had grown thin and deep. She could see the larva through them, glossy white maggots with streaks of blood every time they drank from her. It was the most disturbing thing she had ever seen; watching those holes form in her body. It reminded her of something like a honeycomb but made of flesh. The skin over one or two of the holes eventually broke, a seeping mess of clear fluid pouring from it, down her stomach and chest. Then more each day. She could see them clearly now; they were starting to pupate though so the movement stopped.

Once again she began to put on weight as the pupas stopped feeding off her. Without the movement she could keep food down. Without the feeding, the holes in her abdomen began to heal and close around the pupas. The flesh hugged them tightly, growing thin and red over them. It itched fiercely and disturbed her to her core to look at it.

Before the skin fully healed over though they began to crawl free of their pupae. This was accompanied by rapid squirming, then a sharp pop as the pupa cracked. Then pain as they began to chew their way out of her flesh, eating the healed skin until they could crawl out on to her body. They were glossy and blue-gray in color, each one five to ten centimeters long, and they crawled all over her to find places to rest and dry. One by one however the males came and collected them to carry them deeper in to the cave.

She hurt everywhere by then, her stomach bleeding and torn in places with those deep holes inside of her. She could see through the translucent wall of the thin pupae in to her insides... the hole went all the way to her body cavity. It was then that she changed her mind and decided that looking through thirty some three centimeter across holes in to her own body was the most disturbing thing she had seen--or felt for that matter.

She was fed and cleaned; even the holes washed out with the long proboscis tongues. The days passed and the holes began to heal, closing up slightly. Then a few days later the first of the females was ready to lay again. Instead of using her vagina though, that sharp stinger was thrust straight through one of those healing holes, tearing it open again. This time she was subjected to the entire sight of the egg slithering down the length of the ovipositor. Also the constant oozing drip of mucus that coated her belly.

One by one she was impregnated again, each wasp using a different hole until stomach cavity had a glossy jelly like egg embedded within it. Again her skin began to heal over it, red and angry as it met the foreign object and tried to enclose it. Day by day she watched as more of her holes were filled with eggs. Day by day she watched as the eggs already laid developed; the fetal maggot inside growing larger and larger. It wasn't until the skin had entirely enclosed the egg that the first began to hatch, thus starting the process all over again.

Each cycle lasted two months or so between impregnation. However after the sixth or seventh time more females, her own "children" joined with the adults. Having no holes of their own to fill, they again used her abused and torn vagina and more holes formed over her body. She lost her mind somewhere in there; with nothing to do but watch the horror unfold over and over again. She was their nest, that was her purpose in life.

Her existence as a wasp nest was far too long for her tastes. Summer season came again for the second time and her honey combed body began to fail. Three long years of service to her hive and the wasps knew she was at the end of her usefulness. One day after the last pupa hatched from her ruined body, they stopped feeding her. Her tortured mind hadn't noticed that the wasps no longer mated, she only knew that she was hungry and thirsty. Two days passed and every time a wasp would past she would whine at it, begging for food. They all ignored her.

On the third day her eyes opened for the last time as a nest. She gazed toward the morning sunlight, it would be another hot day. Then with a soft troubled sigh her breathing stopped, her heart faltered, missing a beat, another, then at last stilling. A single tear oozed from the corner of her eye as that tiny voice in the back of her mind whispered, "thank you." to the universe and went quiet. When the wasps returned from their foraging, warring and daily toil, they feasted upon her body; her final service to the hive, the last service she could ever preform.

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