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The Depths of Depravity

Part Eight

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

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The glass lizard didn't react, though she didn't have to do anything at all for Kate to know that she had been heard – and clearly too. She blinked slowly, still struggling, twitching, though her body ached through with exhaustion after spending so awfully long laying. Maybe the next time, if Kate was indeed cruel enough to force Hudson to breed her again, would be easier for her, for it had been the vile, straining stretch of her cloaca, the very entrance of it, that had dragged out and out and out.

Matt would have gulped if she had not feared so for Stacey, the cockroach's legs scraping over her tongue and dipping into the saliva that was pooling around her. No, she had to concentrate, had to focus, couldn't slip even for a fraction of a moment. Her wife was the most important thing in that moment, nothing else. Even though she wanted to heave, even though the sharp tang of the coyote's juices in particular coating her wife made her want to hurl.

Spitting was such a reflex and Matt had never had to think about it before. Even the tickle of the cockroach's antennae, and sometimes legs when she twisted and tried to scurry, pressing against the roof of her mouth made her want to heave, to get it out, all through any means possible.

Stacey, I've got you, Stacey, I've got you.

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The words churned through her mind, an endless stream, as if they were a mantra, something that she could cling onto. If only she kept repeating those words, over and over again, in the sanctuary of her mind, everything would be okay.

She had to make it okay.

Yet the lizard could not stop herself from drooling thickly around her wife, revulsion coursing through her. She should not have been as disgusted as she was – that was her wife she was thinking about! And yet the cockroach was still something so far removed from the wife that she knew and loved that…she couldn't see them, not fully, as the same thing. There was the care there, of course, but there was still revulsion and a sense of disgust. If she had watched the cockroach being stuffed into Oliver's cunt, after all, Matt was sure, even if she hated herself for it, she would have turned her head away from that too.

It was just the same with her in her mouth, trapped with the lines of her teeth on either side. The cockroach scraped against her teeth, almost with a squeaking sound, and the glass lizard shuddered, the ripple going through her entire body, from head to tail. Her spine ached something terrible, the position difficult to hold for so long. If she had been free, she would already have slumped to the platform, given up on everything.

Maybe it's better that I've got Stacey in my mouth, Matt tried to tell herself, though Stacey forced her to concentrate on the moment and be present there, when she would otherwise have fairly tried to drift away and let her mind wander to better times. I can make sure she's safe there, that none of those other nasty cockroaches are getting to her.

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Yes… Yes, that was an incredibly good thought indeed. One that helped her hold both her stomach and her revulsion in check. If she was keeping her wife in her mouth for good reason, that made everything else easier, very much so. She could make sure that her wife was softly held there, cradling her on her tongue, and not let Kate get at her again.

The need to swallow was even a little easier to bear, though she was sure, if she tried hard, she would be able to swallow and not lose her wife down her throat at the same time. She would have to concentrate, however, and that was not something that, honestly, Matt was willing to risk.

Maybe, that time, she had gotten a quiet one over on Kate. Maybe, that time, Kate's torture did not have to be as bad for Stacey as it was for the rest of them.

The taste of the cum and other fluids coating the cockroach tacked on a bitter edge as they mixed with the glass lizard's saliva, though Matt's attention was tugged away from that as Kate untied her head from its bondage. Her hand was still around her mouth, keeping her jaws closed, and her body was left in a C-shape, the leather ties as tight as they had ever been.

“Come here, you…"

Oliver had never been actually tied down to the platform, only restrained with a collar and leash also so that the coyote could not leave if she wanted to, while her legs had been forced apart and her forelegs were bound and tucked up out of the way. It had been her position that had been the most important, her hind end close to the edge of the platform as Kate unlocked the wheels and rolled it closer.

The coyote whimpered, shaking her head, her eyes glassy with fear, though the strain of holding her body up in that strange sort of half-sitting position – like a person, even though she didn't have the body of a human anymore – was wearing on her back. Muscles that she had never even had to think about ever before ached fiercely with burning strain, cutting through her body, her tail tucked under. Yet not even her tail, which she had learned a little more about how to control when it wasn't tied up in some manner of elaborate, sick bondage, could help her out there. It was hanging down and she simply didn't have the energy to tuck it back up and over her sex, even with the glass lizard squirming inside.

It was a truly disconcerting feeling, one that had made her violently ill before, even before she had fallen pregnant. The twisting, wet slap of the glass lizard, her very own brother, made her want to hurl, to get away, to run away – far, far away from the horrors of that room. Oliver didn't have any inkling in the slightest as to how Kate came up with so many decrepit acts and neither did she want to know, even if she too had come to accept her new sex.

In a way, the coyote had given up. She was just a bitch, after all, and any protests that she made were only due to an instinctive reaction, the human part of her sometimes feeling like it had to fight, without even thinking about it. The coyote part of her, the animal brain snapping and snarling and trying, always, to dominate, didn't like being tied up either, so that was some of the worst that Kate had done to her. The restriction, quite duly so, made her feel trapped, as if she was being penned in, as if, suddenly, she had become the prey creature against all odds.

And she didn't like that feeling. She didn't like that feeling one little bit.

She didn't want to be there, though all Oliver felt like she was able to do was whine desperately up at Kate, her tail weakly twitching. It had become matted and sticky on the underside with the near enough constant flow of her juices, though she was glad, at least, that she was not being fucked at that time. Sure, her body wanted it – but her mind was at odds with that desire.

But why did Kate want her closer? That could not be a good thing, that was never a good thing, oh no. She shuddered, shivering, trying to pull her head back, but it put too much strain on her upper back, where her scapula lay, and the coyote let out a strange groan, eyes sliding to Piper, tied up at the side. He was still straining, drooling, trying to get to her, though he huffed and wheezed too as if the collar was cutting so much into his windpipe that the mere act of breathing was proving to be particularly challenging for him.

She couldn't pay Piper too much attention though, even if she wished, desperately, that she could talk to him, that Piper could tell her that it would all be okay. She didn't know if it would all be okay, of course, but that was just something that she had to believe, one way or the other, or else she didn't know how at all she was going to get through the days.

One by one, moment by moment.

Like the drip of a leaky tap, torturous and dragged out.

Hudson slipped from her sex and, without thinking about it, the coyote breathed a sigh that was obviously of relief. Her shoulders sagged a little, yet she couldn't put too much strain on her bondage, trying to be small, trying to be meek, trying to, at the very least, not draw too much of Kate's attention. Oliver still did not know what was worse: when Kate tortured her or when Kate tortured her family.

It didn't matter. It was all the same, in the end. She just didn't want it to happen.

Hudson squirmed and slapped wetly against Kate's hand, hissing, though he didn't try to bite her. Unfortunately, he had learned that lesson early on when, after biting Kate, he had been left in the coyote's sex for… Well, it had felt like days to him. Long enough, that's all the glass lizard had to say about it. And he had not breathed easily after he'd been removed either. It had been as if the coyote's juices and the cum too from Piper (damn, he didn't even want to consider that still) had sunk into his respiratory system, dripping and drooling down into his lungs.

Hudson wasn't all that sure if that was possible, but it was not something that the lizard wanted to find out. If he had legs, maybe he would have been able to get away, though Hudson didn't hold all that much faith in that notion either.

Kate grasped him firmly, despite the slipperiness of his scaley hide. The lizard trembled, snaking his head away, though she knew that trick and pulled him back, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

“Stay here…"

She squeezed him, nails pinching, biting into his hide. Even though Hudson hissed and thrashed, he knew well enough what that warning meant and stayed in her palm, even though the lizard could not stop the instinctive reaction to pain. No, he would have had to have been a lot further gone than he was for that to not come through in any way, for him to merely be loose and limp and placid in her hand, like nothing more than a toy.

Hudson swallowed his hiss. That was just how Kate saw him. He wondered if the others thought that too, yet there was no way, not yet, for him to ask. He was sure that he had started to make sense of his father's hisses though, but communication between glass lizards, apparently, involved more body language, scent signals and more. It was too much to learn and he would have to find a way, one way or the other.

Matt tried to hiss around the mouthful of her wife as their son was pulled over them, so that the coyote's sex was close to her head, dripping juices, probably some cum in there too. The mixture splattered hotly over her, tied down, and she quivered, the scratching scrabble of the worried roach in her mouth impossible to ignore. Not that she would have wanted to ignore her wife, of course, but she knew that it was not particularly easy for her to make sure that Stacey was comfortable and safe in there, not when suddenly her son's body was being pressed and squeezed up against her.

Hudson wrapped around her, perhaps assuming that that was what Kate wanted, and Matt trembled. Was he going to be forced to fuck her, to mate with her again? She wasn't all that sure she could take that, not that time…

But Kate did something much worse. Holding the heads of the lizards together, she presented them to the coyote's sex, the dripping, stretched slit parting around them – and shoved them inside. Their snouts were forced together by Oliver's cunt, not Kate's hand, though it was Kate who kept them inside with a steely grip, hissing through her teeth as she grasped them and forced them to wriggle and worm their way deeper still.

Oliver groaned, her eyes wide, though the bitch was just as helpless as ever. It was a word that was often in her mind, though the coyote was not even sure if she could blame herself for her state of helplessness, not when it had come about through the hands of another. She had always tried to be self-sufficient, though she had been the sibling who tripped over themselves more than others, never quite steady enough to go at things alone. She had always been coming back to her parents for help.

And now her father's head was inside her sex, along with her brother's, pushing and squirming deeper and deeper as they were used on her like sex toys, living sex toys, all over again.

With her pussy stretched to the limit, she could not help but shudder and squeeze, even if she knew it to be the wrong thing. Pain and pressure built in her head and, dimly, the coyote knew that her mother was there too, shoved into her pussy, tucked away within the glass lizard's mouth. She'd been edged for too long and everything was hazy around her, her pink tongue lolling out as she weakly lapped up against the side of her muzzle.

Matt tried to pull out, she really did, yet there was nowhere for her to go. Still tied down, Hudson was the only free one and it was the coyote's hind end that was rolled closer to them, forcing their heads and necks, a little more still up to the first bondage tie on her body, into the coyote's sex. Hot slickness, tight and warm, closed around her, and the glass lizard fought the urge to thrash, even as Hudson tightened his grip on her.

He had to know, she thought desperately. He'll give him some space… He knows, yes, that his mother… That she is…

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Hudson felt the tremors and the fear signals coming from his father, even if he was not sure. He had not seen his mother and that was what frightened him the most, even if that was hardly something that he ever would have admitted to himself either, that he was scared. It had long, long gone past the point of merely being a bit scared about things, however, so probably was a moot point by that stage.

He hadn't seen his mother… So, where was she?

Matt tried not to swallow, parting her jaws lightly now that Kate's hand was no longer around her head – yet Hudson realised then with a ripple of shock. For the cockroach's legs waved out from the edges of Matt's mouth, even as Oliver yelped around them, shocked to be stretched like that so suddenly. They were not small lizards, not by any means, though Hudson was still bigger than Matt and caused more of a problem inside the coyote's cunt than the female glass lizard did.

Matt worked her jaws carefully, even as the wet heat of Oliver's pussy tried to drag her mind to other things, blinking dully, revulsion curling sickeningly in the pit of her stomach. Oh, how he would have wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else, yet all options had been exhausted, everything that he had ever held dear snatched away from her. Her family was there, but she would rather they had been anywhere else, even as her son pressed up against her snout, chin to chin, tongue flicking out and dragging back in.

There was too much pressure there, however, too much for Matt to keep her mouth open like that forever. Her body burned with a blistering ache, as if she was being frozen in place, clawing pins and needles biting into her body. Her neck felt tight but that was not even something that she could spare a single moment to think about, her wife scrabbling against her teeth.

Stay still, please… Stay still…

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Yet Matt could not control the movements of her wife, as much as she begged her, silently, to read her mind, to know what she had to do to survive. But the instincts of a cockroach were harder to control than anything else, unfortunately, leaving the roach scrabbling and fighting, sliding back and forth on the wet tongue under her, trying to find a way out. All Stacey knew was that she had to get out to survive, not knowing that, in there, Matt was keeping her safe.

For the moment…

Matt trembled, her head pointed down a bit, feeling like she was in more of a C-shape again, though not quite pointing down towards her sex. It had just been an adjustment of her position, of course, to get her in the right place to penetrate Oliver. Her stomach roiled. For just how long had Kate been planning that?

Her wife poked an antenna out through her teeth and the lizard trembled, a line of pain spreading through her jaw. She had to stay still, she had to stay very still… Her wife was literally in the worst possible position there! If her mouth came together again suddenly then there was no telling what harm could be caused. She knew, of course, that roaches were quite tough, but they were by no means indestructible…

“Oh, look, you had another one…" Kate said, though her voice was muffled through the weight and flesh of the coyote's body around the two glass lizards. “You can keep this inside you a while longer… Oh, it's a big one too…"

Matt squirmed. So, that was why her body was still aching like that! It had not just been muscle strain but her body doing what it thought it needed to do in pushing another egg out of her cloaca, travelling down the passage. It was hard for her to tell how big they were, only that that first was the worst and had felt as if it was going to be the end of her, splitting her apart. Still, her body did not feel as if it had been broken by the egg, even if she was sure that that was little comfort at a time like that.

Her mind battled back and forth, straining between the push of Kate's finger, evidently, on the egg, stopping it from pushing from her cloaca, and the tender care with how she held her wife in her mouth. Her teeth were sharp, so very sharp, even though they were small, and her heart pounded, head spinning.

There was too much there, yes… Too much that Matt had to focus on, her mind drawn one way and then the other. Fear gripped her, tighter than even Hudson had twined around her, though there was a tiny, twisted part of her that was grateful that the male glass lizard had not penetrated her that time. Undoubtedly, the egg had been what had stopped Kate from having him do that, but she wasn't sure just how she would have been able to keep her mouth carefully held in such a way if she had been fucked at the same time.

Just another horror to hope and pray that Kate would not drop to…

Kate grinned, toying with the egg. It was so smooth, mildly wet, but there was no telling just what it was wet with, not with both the coyote's juices flowing smoothly down, dripping and drooling in long, lewd strings and the natural slickness that came from the glass lizard. There had to be a little something, after all, to ensure the good working of the body, though Kate was only recently getting into her type of lizard. There were so many different species and all so different… She made a mental note to transform more, just to see what they could be put to do, bringing more into her tanks and terrariums. She had plenty of space for them, after all, and their upkeep would be cheaper than what the big cats cost her. When she streamed their content and uploaded their videos to those special sites on the dark web though, she would have to see just how much money they brought in…

It was intoxicating, seeing the lizards like that, though a part of her wished too that she had a more intimate view of the cockroach inside Matt's mouth. Oh, how she must be squirming! The pull and flex of the coyote's pussy would have been bad enough all on its own, but it was better still with the roach in Matt's mouth…

If only she could see into the lizard's mind too. Reptiles were not as expressive as mammals, she had found, though that was perhaps as she had learned to read them better. The glass lizards showed off their horror and disgust more obviously with the thrashing of their bodies, the glassiness of their dark eyes, how they seemed to be fading away from the situation at hand even as she so very tenderly held and grasped them, leveraging them for her delight.

She would learn more about them, in time, for she had something truly spectacular planned for them, to make sure that they understood just how far she was willing to go. She squeezed her hand around Hudson's body, not bothering to hold Matt in place while she was stuffed inside, trailing a fingertip around the edge of the coyote's strained sex. Even her pussy was looking puffy, as if she had a looser, softer sex than before. Her slit should have closed up again tightly after use, but Kate had made sure to keep using bigger and bigger toys on, her.

Yet it was her entrance, the soft, fleshy skin that her fur usually covered, that suffered the most. Kate smirked. In time, she would become like the transformed big cats that she had brought into her lab, her sex dragged apart into a true gape, though it would take a lot longer for her body to break down like that. Her mind would be first to go, Kate was sure of it, but half the pleasure and the fun in all of it was in the doing of it…just in finding out.

The coyotes can go on display just like the foxes, when I'm done with them.

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They would have a home there, yes, a nice enclosure. But their lives would not be anything at all like how they had, before, imagined them to be turning out.

Kate grinned, ignoring the horrified looks of the coyotes, how even the male snapped at her. That was probably just due to his sexual frustration, the poor dear. She'd have to increase his serum levels, so that he was thrashing and frothing at the mouth, so desperate to get at his pregnant bitch that he wasn't even thinking or seeing straight in the slightest, dumbed down and mindless with desire.

An intoxicating thought…but not quite what she wanted at that moment, no.

She pressed down on the egg, working it lightly back and forth, as if she was going to let it come out – and then pressing it back up inside the glass lizard's sex. That was just why she had had her body remain outside the coyote's cunt, so that she could better toy with her. She had intended to use that first egg to complete her curious torture, but it had been on the large side. Future laying sessions would be easier on the lizard, but she would make it so that every egg that came out of her was bulging and huge and uniform in size.

Just so that she could drag out her torment even more, minute by minute, moment by moment.

Kate had done what she did for long enough to know every best way to increase the torture of one of her subjects, prodding the lizards a little deeper into the bitch's sex. They were still people to her, or else it would have lost its sense of appeal to her, but no more than what they could be in the act of serving her. Of course, they had to be forced, she wasn't going to make any secret about that, but a willing victim would have bored her too. She was merely fortunate that she was in such a situation that she could enjoy her twists and turns and her sordid inclinations time after time again, locking away her transformed victims and seeing just how far down she could take them.

And yet what she had in mind that day… It was special. Very special, in fact – and the family had no idea at all that there was something that twisted and sordid in her mind.

She liked that she could still surprise her victims. Though so many had no idea at all that she was capable of such things, especially if they had been to her sanctuary before.

It was those that she liked rather the most. Seeing their faces change as they transformed, realising that they were not where they thought they were, that the woman from the sanctuary, whom they would recognise at some point in their torture, was not what she seemed to be. She had a public face, after all, smiling and sometimes even coming out to graciously accept donations and give talks on the animals, yet it was all just part of her act.

She just liked subverting expectations. What was so wrong with that?

Well… Maybe there was a little something wrong with what she did. But who was going to stop her?

The glass lizard tried to squirm, little tremors and ripples running down the leather ties. Kate eyed them cautiously. They were tight enough already, straining her body taut into that smooth, luscious C-shape, but they could always be tighter. There was little leather bonds could do to hurt a lizard like Matt, after all, unless they had been wetted and then allowed to shrink as they dried. Then, she would not have been able to control just how tight the bonds ended up being.

And she liked control. That was just why she nudged the egg a little deeper back inside the glass lizard's cloaca, teasing it back, forcing her to twitch and buck, as if she was able to do something about it. From not wanting to lay to doing anything at all to get the egg out of her, she had already broken down one level of the glass lizard's resistance.

“It must be terrifying," she all but crooned to her victim, squirming, Hudson twisting more tightly around his father still. “To know that you could crush your wife at any moment, swallow her… And you there," she added, addressing Oliver that time, “watching your mother slip into darkness… Maybe she'll never come out again. Maybe this is even the very last time that you will see her…alive."

The coyote whined, eyes wide, almost bulging, glassy and desperate for relief. Yet Kate did not know if Oliver truly heard her at all. Maybe one day she would get something that would read their thoughts, the human minds trapped within, translating their brainwaves so that she could take in all the more how deeply they were falling, tripping and crumbling and breaking.

Kate smirked, the coyote's eyes on hers.

“You… You have so much more to do, my pretty," she vowed. “But I have something else to enjoy."

The coyote squirmed and Kate bobbed the egg back and forth in and out of the lizard's cloaca again. Hudson was so far broken already that he didn't even fight back, not to her eye.

Kate's smirk deepened. That was good, that was exceptionally good… Maybe the male glass lizard could be used for even more than she had expected too, but that was another nuance of torture that she wanted to play out. The family as a whole yet remained to be shattered.

Matt didn't know how she did it, but she knew that she had to fight the urge to gulp, more saliva than even her mouth should have even been able to produce pooling between her teeth and under her tongue. She drooled around the cockroach in her mouth as if she was unwell – and she felt sick too. It was not normal to hold something, anything, least of all her wife, in her mouth for as long as she had already, wanting to spit it out, everything in her body trying to clear her mouth of the obstruction that it sensed. It was not something within her active control, quite honestly, something that any body would have done when it perceived something that it needed to be rid of.

But her wife… She couldn't keep her there! She kept squirming and fighting, slipping all around in her mouth, back and forth. It was all that saliva mixing with the coyote juices and more that made the taste even more bitter than before – Stacey had to be trying to get away from it, one way or the other.

Like the glass lizard, she acted on instinct too as her little body flailed and fought, squirming, scraping, brushing up against the teeth and recoiling in the next instant. And yet there was not enough space in there for her for long as she twitched her legs back and forth, waving one out from between the gaps in Matt's teeth.

She didn't know what she was doing, not as Kate toyed with her cloaca. More and more pressure built in the lizard's body and she fought the urge to thrash, the strain in her jaw aching up higher and higher. Just when she thought that her muscles could not be any tenser than they already were, Kate found a way to change her thinking on that, showing her that there was always a level of something worse that she could be forced into.

Her stomach sank…though Matt still did not know, could not know, just what Kate was capable of. She wouldn't have wanted to believe it anyway, if she had known. For there was never anything that she would ever have been able to do to stop the inevitable from happening.

The egg bearing back and forth within her cloaca was torture, her body given the burst of energy and release, if only for a heartbeat of a moment. For a moment, every few moments, she thought that Kate was going to let her lay it – and then the egg was back inside her.

And…the lizard's jaw twitched.

The coyote's pussy flexed around her, twitching, pulling…squeezing down.

No…

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But, yes. There was no other way for it, even as the lizard's eyes bulged, lost in the damp darkness of the coyote's sex. She couldn't see anything, moisture dripping into her eyes, rubbing into her scaley hide…yet seeing was not going to help her in the slightest.

Kate pushed her on, shoving her head deeper, into the tighter part of the coyote's pussy where the lizard's jaws were forced closer together.

Shut, in fact.

The pressure built as Matt's horror twisted, panting through her nostrils, closing her eyes.

No, no, no, no, no…

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But protesting against the inevitable was not going to help in the slightest. Not as her teeth came down around her wife and Stacey fought even more, twisting, wriggling, legs going in all directions. For it was Matt's teeth that bore down more, slowly but surely starting to crack the carapace with a slow crunch.

It splintered even as Matt fought. Yes, that time, she really did fight. She pressed up even more against her son, trying to worm her way back out, the threat of crushing her wife in her jaws far too much for her. It pushed her past any thought of what Kate would do to her or her family, deeper and deeper, her body straining against Hudson as if he would know to give her more space, more room – even when there was simply no room left in the coyote's pussy for the lizard to give her.

Sometimes, things didn't play out the way that anyone wanted them to. Sometimes, they went even further than some were expected.

The egg squelched back into her cloaca as Matt's muscles screamed, her body aching, trying to push – but the egg wouldn't come out! Her head was clamped inside the flexing, tightening walls of a coyote's sex and there was nowhere for her to find relief, not as the edges of her cloaca were teased.

Sickness clawed at her, swirling in the pit of her stomach. The tip of her tail twitched back and forth, left loose, but it was of no use, no use at all, no… Not as it swished and twitched and lust rose oh so very ardently, snarling and snapping.

Sexual pleasure had no place, there, not as her teeth worked, crushing, crunching, bearing down.

And down and down and down.

Her mind reeled, blacking out – though it could not seal away the true horror of what was happening, not as much as she tried to, not with how much she yearned to be somewhere else, anywhere else. Maybe out on the beach with her wife, with nothing to do except to watch the waves roll in on the shore, white water breaking, dissipating and rolling back into the wash of the water. That would be better, so much better, but the truth of it all was that she was never again going to get the chance to sit on the beach with her wife, not as the cockroach's body was forced between her teeth, crunching down, the splintering of the cockroach's shell crunching through her skull.

She felt it, the reverberations, though tiny, resounding vibrations that came from the cockroach's body being shattered. But Stacey could survive that, right? Matt hoped so, even if she didn't want to think at all about the extent of the damage that she was causing to her beloved wife, not even at that moment. A chunk of the carapace came off in her mouth and she was practically chewing as her mouth was forced closed over and over again, crunching and biting, unable to stop the effects of her jaws. She didn't know what was happening to the coyote around and above her, only that she couldn't see anything and that the push and flex of Oliver's cunt made her bite down, chewing and heaving within the vile confines.

And yet…pleasure confused it. Never had she felt such pleasure and such horror at the same time, twined through with utter disgust. Her cloaca clenched and her body… Oh, it was so sensitive down there, so sensitive, indeed, that it could even have dragged her attention away completely, leaning into the only kind of pleasure and relief that Kate allowed them those days. Food wasn't even as good as orgasm was and she hardly knew what it was that her body was experiencing as a glass lizard, only that she needed it, craved it, knew that she had to buck and arch into it over and over again.

Another splinter of the cockroach slid between her teeth, Stacey's belly sliding over her tongue, and Matt heaved again, pleasure dragging her back and forth. Her body was building towards it, tightening and pulling, but she couldn't stop crunching, the crushing splinter of her wife breaking within her mouth, legs…

Were her legs even twitching anymore? Gods, she hoped they were…

That was all she could hope for, whimpering and whining, the egg worked back and forth, almost like the glass lizard's cock inside her, back when Hudson had last been breeding her. The pressure increased, forcing her to crunch, the antennae no longer wriggling against the roof of her mouth, the pulverising, up and down, motion of her forced jaws all Kate needed her to keep doing.

And doing.

And doing.

And doing.

As a leg fell off in her mouth and tucked itself under her tongue.

As the cockroach ceased their struggling.

As the shell cracked straight down the back.

As the body became softer and more pliable within her mouth, losing its substance.

Breaking, the glass lizard tried to thrash, tried to pull back, yet even Hudson being wrapped around her kept her in there, where she needed to be. Pleasure rose, a furious beast that was not even in the back of her mind, heaving and grunting, forcing her closer and closer to her high.

But – no! No, it was wrong, it shouldn't have even been there! She reeled, fighting the urge, trying to focus on her wife, yes, only her wife. That was all that mattered, even as the looser, limper body of the cockroach slid about within her mouth, her tongue practically toying with the body, even if she wanted to believe, so very desperately, that there was a way to come back from the brink of horror, truly.

She had to believe it… Or else she was going to give everything up entirely. Even as her wife hung loosely in her mouth while her cloaca was fingered and teased, the egg resting there, though her body did not even strain to push it out anymore.

It knew that there was no point. She had been pushing and pushing for hours already and Kate had not allowed her to lay fully, so what was the point?

But the broken, sordid ecstasy was something that her body could lock onto too, yes, aching deeply, coursing through her with a throb and a pulse that had no business at all in being there, not in that situation, no… Not at all. She shouldn't have been feeling pleasure, but her scales were so sensitive, her hide rippling and shivering, on fire with an electric sensation that throbbed and pulsed, as if there truly was a current flowing through her.

It had to be had, yes… One way or the other. Her mind wavered, drifting back and forth, as if there was no way for her to cling onto any single thing, not in the moment. Matt could not have said, honestly, whether that was true or not, but the glass lizard was merely doing what she thought she could do and manage in the heat of the moment, her stomach churning and lurching sickeningly.

The pleasure built, even as she was forced to acknowledge the slippery lifelessness (oh, no, please, no) of her wife within her mouth, how the cockroach was not putting up anything at all like the struggle she had been through before. She couldn't even try to keep her jaws open anymore, a weird, low moan rolling from her lips, nostrils twitching and puckering, trying to pull what little air there was in the dank passageway into her lungs. Matt's body still had to survive as Kate fingered her cloaca and rubbed around and around and around.

Finally, Kate withdrew the lizard. She had had enough, for the moment, yet the deed was not yet done. The egg bobbed within her cloaca, where she had been fingering her, but she needed that hand for the video camera once more, levelling it at the lizard as Matt's wet head slipped free and she pulled away.

Kate grinned. It was time for the money shot.

“Open your mouth."

Continued in part nine…