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The Depths of Depravity

Part Seven

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

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Kate grinned, standing over her victims in yet another private room at the sanctuary. If only those that came by there knew just how vast and expansive the sanctuary itself was, just how deep the laboratory went. She could have spent all day down there and not explored every corner and far reach of it, but she was always keen to expand. Of course, anyone that Kate had working down there was paid off well for merely delivering items to her laboratory.

Those that worked, of course…well… She hired them for a long time and provided on-site accommodation for them, keeping them well away from her transformed people, even if it would not be clear that they were transformed. The acts and contraptions that she kept her victims in were different from anything that would normally be seen and, frankly, she wasn't willing to run the risk of answering questions or having anything get out.

If she ordered something to be added that meant that someone had to see the big cats down there and the enclosures could not be hidden away, well…there was a special section in her sanctuary just for them. She couldn't do it too often, of course, considering that the last place that her victims would be seen would be at her sanctuary, but there were ways around that too.

Transforming those that caught sight of her victims or even making sure that one of the workers could not ask any more questions at all about what she was doing down there and what she was keeping down there was just another fun little thing that went into running her sanctuary. Even if no one else in the world, most likely, would have agreed with just how she played out her sick, sordid scheme…

Those who watched the live streams, her body carefully obscured at all times and her voice changed automatically to make sure that there was no way that she would ever be identified, didn't know that what she played out for them was real. She made bank on it, the money rolling in, more than enough to cover her sanctuary costs and everything else that she wanted to ensure was in progress. For she had far more schemes too and wasn't willing to let anything be lost just because of one loose-lipped, nosy worker who thought that what she was doing down there was wrong.

Of course, it was wrong. She knew that already. That was what made it as fun as it was, brimming over with tantalising lust, coursing through the underbelly of all that humanity thought it was. It was her, ultimately, who dug through the wreckage of her species, cutting it to pieces and showing the reality of all that human beings could be reduced to – and she wasn't even talking about the forms that she had them transformed into. Oh, no… It was rather the depths of depravity that they would all be forced into, one after the other, ensuring that there was never any coming back for any of them.

For they would never have fit back into normal society anyway. And she rather liked them as they were, so there would never be any sense, ultimately, in changing them back or changing what she did. The only way forward for her was down darker and darker routes…

Again, she had changed her hair. At that time, preparing for yet another abduction as she had seen some guests that could be transformed very nicely and corrupted, she was sure, she had a short, black pixie cut. It would let her more easily add wigs to her wardrobe, she was sure, making it even more difficult for someone to identify her when she was seeking out new victims. Coloured contacts completed the ensemble, marking her eyes as blue, cool and chilling, as if they were seeing straight through someone's soul.

She'd have to change her eye colour again soon, she was sure, but it was better like that. She did like the blue but she would have gotten bored of her appearance if she only looked a single way too. Maybe that was why she had been lured in by transformations in the first place? Even though Kate would never have transformed herself as she did her victims, she rather liked the thought of taking on a personal transformation every so often for herself, playing a part and a role, always out in the open yet never truly showing her real self.

No one knew who she was.

She paused, smirking down at Oliver. Oh, the coyote bitch was a delight, but she had not always been a bitch, of course not. Oliver had been a male, an adult human male – but she didn't look like that anymore as she panted heavily, her sides showing just how far along in her pregnancy she was already. A little fertility serum had ensured that every egg possible had been fertilised before she had stopped ovulating, her coyote “husband" breeding her and fucking her even after her pregnancy had taken.

That one, Piper, had been Oliver's sister. He still was Oliver's sister, in a way, but Piper had been a woman. His transformation had been the hardest of all, yet it was better for them to accept their new sexes, for it was only due to her kindness and benevolence that they had even had them bestowed upon them in the first place. She had not had to do anything to them, but she had shown them a new way of life.

Even if their stories were, from that point on, ones that she held complete and utter control over.

She had something in mind for all of them, ultimately, everyone where she wanted them to be. The room was locked, completely private, all so that she had all the time in the world to carry out her darkest, most twisted of fantasies. Not that she was getting off on anything, yet it would have been wrong to say that the sadistic sense of pleasure that Kate got from torturing her victims and forcing them through incestuous sexual acts was not there. It was always there, the throbbing, heated undercurrent to everything that she did, just not always coming to the surface so obviously.

And she had the greatest mindfuck of all lined up for them, grief and forced sexual pleasure…

Ah-ah-ah. She smiled to herself, holding back even her thoughts. Now, she couldn't go on before running through all the steps with her darling captives. That would have ruined the surprise. Even if Kate already knew exactly what she was going to do, how she was going to break them to the point where existence would become torture in itself, even if she was not actively forcing them to do anything.

The coyote bitch, Oliver, was tied on a rolling platform, the wheels locked under her for the moment. She had been forced to lie with her haunches forward and spread-eagled as much as the limits of her legs would allow, for they would only splay out so far like that without pain. However, she had almost been positioned “sitting upright" with her front half tilted backwards, a padded support under her upper back so that she could still face forward and not slump all the way back down to the platform. Oliver whined and shuddered, the swollen rise of her belly obvious even to the untrained eye.

Sometimes, the coyote felt pups wriggling about in there. Or, not so much wriggling, more like kicking, moving, shifting amongst their brothers and sisters. It was disconcerting to feel them inside her, though Piper tried to comfort her too, when he was able, the male coyote pressing his body up to hers and letting her share the heat from his body, soft and quiet.

There were not all that many soft and quiet moments left to them, however, not with Kate there. Her attention had wavered for a little time, while their pregnancies had developed, though Oliver didn't know what to think about anything, panting heavily, her sides shuddering. She wouldn't be able to get all the air that she needed into her lungs anyway, something about all the serums and more that Kate injected into her leaving her always wanting for something, never comfortable even when she was left with her family.

Hudson hissed, trying to squirm, but a hand was around him, shoving him deeper when he'd thought that, finally, he was going to be able to wriggle out again. As if Kate was going to allow that… It was almost normal, by that point, for him to be adjusted to being shoved into the coyote's pussy, her slick folds always sticky with her juices. It was as if her body was trying to dry it off, evaporating slowly when it was in contact with the air, though they were not allowed to bathe either or clean themselves in any way. So it was that her pussy was forced to remain sticky, clinging horribly to his scales.

To think that that was his brother that he was squirming inside… Hudson had tried to distance himself from everything that was going on, the transformations, for he had not seemed to be Kate's favourite. The glass lizard was glad, in a way, that he had been allowed to remain male, though he had not managed to find a way, not even then, to communicate effectively with his father. His father…who had been transformed into a female glass lizard.

Hudson squirmed, humiliation shocking him as he wriggled and tried to push his way out again, though he could not have been sure whether it at all looked like he was actually enjoying it or not. To anyone else there, the legless lizard most likely only looked like he was thrashing around, the soft inner walls of the coyote closing and flexing around him. He shuddered bodily, a ripple running through him from his nose to the very tip of his tail, slick juices coating his scales, only just about to get enough air into his lungs in there. And that was only because he was slim enough that there was a little airflow in her sex with only his body stuffed in there.

How he hated that… He wanted to make his hatred of everything shown, yet he was oh so very aware of how everyone had been treated. Hudson would have done anything for his family, yet it was hard to see them like that, in a way, anymore, especially when his brother was his sister and his sister was his brother now.

And that didn't make sense to Hudson in any way, no.

Piper stood nearby, a collar tight around his neck. The leather dug into his fur and skin, so much so that he could barely take a full breath, swallowing hard and shuddering at how the leather restricted even that. He was sure that he would not be able to eat with the collar on, though he hoped that Kate wasn't planning to starve them into compliance again. That would be dreadful, even more dreadful than all that Kate had done to them so far.

His cock, however, had been pushed out, frustrated by the scent of Oliver hanging heavily in there. Not that there was not always a rich scent of sex around them, clawing at them, but her arousal and the pheromones that her body exuded too… Everything about Oliver screamed that his brother was ripe for breeding, for ploughing into the bitch's fertile body and making sure that she was good and seeded.

Of course, the male coyote still understood that his brother was pregnant, that it was his brother who was the pregnant bitch… There was no physical way that he could seed and impregnate his brother again before Oliver had given birth – yet the thought of his brother giving birth was more horrifying than ever!

He had, in time, come to understand that he was male, changing his pronouns in his mind… It was not as if Piper had been able to talk to anyone, not yet. He'd tried scratching on the floor to make words but all that had done was blunt his claws. Barking was some kind of communication, though it was hard to be understood when it was not a language that they had grown up learning and, frankly, there was no one there to teach them what a coyote and their language meant either.

He growled, hating himself, how his cock throbbed, dripping more and more pre-cum. Even the reek of it was horrendous. He just wanted to get at that bitch, heaving and panting, reeling at how the “animal part" of him was acting and not knowing how to control it. It seemed like all the coyote mind wanted was to fuck and to breed – sometimes to eat too, though it was used to not having food readily available all the time, which was interesting.

If Piper had been able to think about anything else, that was. Other than how much his cock throbbed, how every pulse made it ache even worse, tongue lolling out pinkly, panting heavily while he strained and tried with all his might to get at Oliver.

The terrarium, which had been frequently used to contain Stacey, their mother, sat under the platform, catching drips of sexual fluids from the coyote bitch's drooling, oozing sex. Thick, gloopy strands slopped down as she twitched and shook her hips, her legs forced open with tight ropes and manacles that looked like they had been custom-made just for her. Strands of female arousal dripped straight down the lizard's tail into the terrarium, Stacey hunkering down, though the sticky, shallow mixture of coyote sexual juices and the bitch's milk were her only means of sustenance.

For the time being, Stacey had been given a reprieve from the torture of male after male fucking her, breeding her, taking her. Cockroaches, after all, had very simple needs. It was hard to tell just how much of her mind was still aware of what was around her and the situation at hand, the sides of the terrarium mirrored also so that she could never get away from her reflection, from the horror of what she had become.

Matt hissed. Her mind would have been on her wife, all the tortures that the cockroach-phobic woman had been put through, but she was in the middle of facing a new challenge. She had been tied down, her slender body no longer all that thin, the bonds stopping her from twisting back and forth all that much. And that was because the leather ties had positioned her so that her cloaca pointed straight up, her upper body curled into a C-shape so that her head was forced to always look down at her own sex.

Not that Matt wanted to… She hissed, trying to squirm away, even as pain ripped through her. Her body ached horribly – had that been what her wife had gone through? The glass lizard's tail thrashed helplessly, forced to accept that her body if not her mind was female – but Matt almost didn't know what she was, not even then.

For she was laying an egg, a slow bulge rising from her already stretched and strained cloaca, pain bursting through her as the urge to shove it out of her body grew and grew. But she couldn't, not even as she parted her jaws to hiss, straining helplessly to lay her very first egg. In her line of sight, she could still see her son's pussy in detail, how much it had been lewdly stretched from having the glass lizards stuffed into it, the other coyote's cock and a myriad of toys. Inside Oliver's pussy, Hudson squirmed and fought, but there was only a lewd, wet slap as his tail smacked into her body, more and more of Oliver's juices readily flowing. The coyote whined and seemed to shudder in her bonds.

Matt was too far gone to wonder if it was wrong that he was wondering if she was climaxing at that moment. There was little else that she could do. She just had to hold on, had to find a way to work her way through it.

Maybe, in time, she could still find a way to rescue her family, to turn back the horrors that had been forced upon her wife, even though she didn't have any idea at all how on earth she was going to do any of that. But she had to have hope, even as she shuddered.

The two females, her and her son, had been forced to spend the last several hours staring at each other, watching their humiliation. It was stomach-churning just how she had been taken and humiliated before her family, the family that she had thought that she would always have been more than strong enough to protect, and…what had she done? She had entered labour, though it seemed longer and more drawn-out than any labour that Matt was familiar with. She couldn't get away from everything that was being done to her or her family, panting heavily, her jaws hanging open even though she sucked in the majority of her air through her comparatively tiny nostrils.

Hudson… Matt trembled. Her son had been forced to pleasure both Oliver and herself. There were no two ways about it – the glass lizard had bred and fucked her while Oliver had gotten a living dildo squirming and thrashing around inside her pussy. Kate had only stopped presenting the glass lizard to Matt's cloaca when she had started to really lay, leaving no room inside her for his shaft.

At one point, however, Kate had done something truly fucked up, truly and utterly terrible…for Matt at least. And that had been when she had ground her cloaca up against Oliver's bare, stretched one, coating the glass lizard in the coyote bitch's juices. There had to still be some cum in there too, from the last time that Piper had been forced to mount and breed her, though Matt knew better than to openly push back against Kate, to squirm away, to fight the woman that decided the fate of his family.

Alas, perhaps Matt should have fought back earlier…

“This is what you deserve," Kate had told her, as she rubbed the slick, sinuous body of the glass lizard all the way up and down, through the wet mess of the coyote's pussy. “Every last bit of it. This is on you, this is your fault. None of this would be happening if not for you."

Her words struck home. Even though they were laced with cruelty and, to an objective mind, there was no truth in them…they still hurt. They cut through Matt's body, striking her heart, sinking deep, deeper than any blade ever could have. For she had sworn to look after her wife and to protect her family.

She had thought that she had managed to do that, considering that everyone was an adult, that they had grown up, that things were better then. But things had changed in the blink of an eye, before she had even had the chance to react to any of it.

And, all the while, Kate spewed out vile word after word, a string of insults, telling her how much her family had fallen, everything that they were forced to do, even recounting all the sex acts that they had been forced through.

The male glass lizard stuffed into his brother's pussy while their sister was forced to mount and fill her too.

The cockroaches that were lined up in the terrarium, all to rape and take the female cockroach.

How the cockroach had been tied under the female coyote's tail, so that she got a front-row seat to her pussy being ploughed full with her sister's cock.

When the male coyote had been denied release for days, screaming and wailing, his cock throbbing so hard that it had turned a darker, even more ominous shade of red.

The female glass lizard being rubbed up against the male coyote's cock quivered.

In Kate's recounting, drawing them out and surely embellishing them with details that could not have been true, not with how detailed they were. Yet events blurred together in her mind, so maybe they had happened like that…

She didn't know anymore. The humiliating memories had been burned into her mind. And, if she had tried to even forget them, of course, Kate had been there with her screen to make sure that Matt was forced to watch things, over and over again, playing out the retellings in visual form.

There was no screen there, at that time. Though Matt was sure that there would be again soon, for it was one of her favourite tactics of torture, to record everything that they were put through and then to force them to watch it. The glass lizard, however, could only speak from her experience. She could barely even remember a time where she had been allowed to rest without that accursed screen, replaying everything, right there in front of her nose.

Being in a C-shape, curved up as she was, did not help Matt to lay her eggs, however. It strained her body past any point that she was comfortable with, trying to groan, her sides reverberating with the tension that was strung out through her. She didn't even understand quite how Kate could use the leather ties in that fashion, though there were small posts too that her body was tied to. It had to all be custom-made, she was sure of it, but she couldn't imagine where on earth Kate got things like that from. Surely there were not more sick and twisted people in the world that made contraptions for transformed people like them?

Or maybe others did know about them… They just didn't care about their predicament, all that was to become of them…

Somehow, that was an even worse thought, at least for the glass lizard.

Yet it went on. And on. And on. There seemed to be no end to it, none at all, not as her cloaca burned and strained. The glass lizard had no idea at all for how long it had all gone on, the pressure of the egg inside her, all to the point that Matt had thought that she would surely die with the egg inside her.

What would happen, after all, if she was not able to push out the egg? Oh, she didn't want to think about that, no… Yet there was a straining pleasure at the back of her mind too, though that had to have come from everything that she had been injected with. Kate had even moved on to having her inhale…something. Whether it was an aphrodisiac or something that further messed with her head in different ways, the glass lizard could not say.

It was not for her to say, not really. She was just there to be used, to be a toy for Kate's pleasure and sadistic whims.

Matt wasn't even sure that Kate would have noticed if she disappeared, if she died. Most likely, she would be tossed away. Perhaps for one of those big cats that she had seen, in passing, to eat.

It wasn't an end that appealed to her at all, even as the minutes dragged out and out and out. Her body was sensitive, far too sensitive, but…the twisted pleasure blistered through the edge of pain too in a truly torturous fashion. It was as if Kate knew exactly what would wreck her victims the most, what would drag them down to the brink and hold them there, her body quivering.

Maybe it was the pleasure that kept her awake and sane, somewhat, even through the very worst of it. It was hard to say, quite honestly, even as she shook, the egg moving inside her. It had already taken so long for the egg to move down her passage to the entrance of her cloaca, due to its size, yet it was the egg crowning, trying to strain free, that was forcing her body to adapt the most.

And that was where the wicked kind of pleasure came from, making her gasp and heave, though there was no way for the glass lizard to at all relieve the tension in her body, how strung out and taut her entire sinuous form was, trembling in that C-shape.

“It will come…"

Matt would have groaned if she had felt able to do so. Yet it was not as if Kate was trying to help her in the slightest, merely enjoying the show. She blinked slowly, not feeling as if she had the energy to do anything more, her son still there before her with her hind legs spread and her pussy lewdly on show. At some point, Hudson had been swapped out within the coyote's pussy with a sex toy, stretching her out massively, and then the male glass lizard had been shoved back in to squirm and slither through the coyote's juices, messily splashing them around with the whippy slash of his tail.

Finally, the egg moved a little more. Her cloaca strained and strained and strained, a burning pleasure racing through her, and she gasped, her little mouth agape. Finally, she could see the end! There was, at the very least, some relief in knowing that the laying of her eggs was not going to end her, though Matt still knew that there was a way yet to go.

She could not feel relief just yet, oh no… The white of the egg rounded out more and more, her cloaca burning, though she tried to thrash and grind, her body not knowing, not truly, what it wanted from her. It was all mixed up, too confusing for her mind to make sense of, the pleasure tangling with pain, her body aching, pushing the egg out increasingly, all up to the widest point. For there were even more eggs behind it, of course, waiting to be laid too.

That was probably the most likely reason that the first egg had done more than push out the tiniest bit of soft shell, cresting her cloaca: the weight and the pressure of the other eggs behind it. Matt wasn't all that sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but it did not matter. Her opinion, really…since when had it counted for anything at all?

She didn't even know for how long they had been trapped down there, in wherever it was that Kate had taken them. She didn't have the best vision, only enough to see what was around her, though her sense of smell and hearing filled in a lot of the gaps in what she could see for her, all of her senses working together. Yet it was her sense of touch that worked her body over the most at that time as she flinched and gave an almighty push, grinding down inside her body with muscles that Matt had not even known were possible to use.

“Ah-ah… Not so quickly…"

Quickly? She was going so slowly! But Kate had intervened with her, placing the tip of her finger on the egg, just to hold it in place. The glass lizard hissed furiously, though Matt didn't think that he would have dared bite or even go for Kate in any way, not when Kate had already threatened to retaliate against any push-back on the rest of her family.

She had to bear through it, even though it was harder and harder to push the egg out, her body doing what it needed to do even as she held, seemingly, on the edge of orgasm. It was as if the lure of climax was throbbing through her, clawing and gripping at her, yet not allowing her there or over the edge. Matt trembled, grunting in the back of her throat, but Kate was not done with her…

Would she ever be?

“Such a pretty little glass lizard," Kate crooned, using her free hand to take the lizard's tail between her fingers, pinching it lightly so that it could not whip free of her fingers. “Mmm… And you'll have many, many more clutches of eggs too. I'm sure you can hold more eggs inside you than even you did this time, my sweet one. You know that your body will learn to adapt and expand, a breeding tool for your son to take, over and over again…"

Kate smirked, leaning in close, heart pounding with excitement as she avidly watched the egg bulge out more and more. She didn't put all that much pressure on it, not after that initial stoppage, wanting to make Matt squeeze it out, to show her exactly what a female glass lizard, just like her, was truly capable of. Her body could do so much more than what Matt knew so far, but that was just why Kate enjoyed toying with her newest victims the most. The old hands, the ones that had been transformed and living with creatures for a long time, were not as entertaining to her, forcing her to find new and twisted ways to, at the very least, keep herself interested in everything that was going on.

She watched, tickling the lizard's cloaca with the tip of her tail, using the end to scrape it, sometimes gently and sometimes less than gently, along the stretched, overly sensitive flesh. The glass lizard shuddered under even that touch as Kate traced all the way around the cloaca, the outside of the egg, ignoring the white bulge of it glistening its way forth, easing out more.

Yet there was so much more to enjoy too, taking Hudson back in her hand again and rotating her wrist back and forth, as much as she was able. So it was that the glass lizard was pumped back and forth within the coyote's sex, the bitch twitching and yapping yet not able to go anywhere. Even if she had been free, Kate was sure that she would not have done anything.

Such was the essence of true control, yes… Oh, she had looked for that for so very long!

She trembled eagerly, making a show of it as she rotated and thrust the male glass lizard deeply and slowly inside the coyote's pussy, ignoring the lewd, wet juices that marked her hand when she shoved Hudson inside her very deeply. Matt was there, of course, the transformed man to lizard watching, for she could not do anything else at all unless she was bold enough to close her eyes and hold back from the scene and the sight that was right there before her.

But the sounds, yes. Those would get through to Matt. Kate smirked cruelly, her lips tight, hand aching slightly from the work of pumping the glass lizard inside the coyote's pussy, though she did not mind that. Not when she got to torture them.

Matt had to watch. It was all that she could do, panting, the egg squeezing out increasingly, Kate even toying with her and playing her tail over the egg as if she was going to use it to push the egg back inside her. Matt shuddered, her jaws agape in a hiss, yet she couldn't do anything, helpless at the best of times.

She thought about that a lot, how she couldn't do anything. Her instinct, as ever, was to do something, anything, to leap into action and to try to save her family. She had to do something and yet…her mind was stuck there. Forever trapped in the need and desire to help her family and to break free, yet knowing that her mind was going to go around and around and around, reminding her all over again that she had been captured and taken and was in the process of being forced down and down and down.

Right down into the depths of depravity.

If she didn't think too much, however, it might be okay, Matt thought, Kate letting up on the tickling with her tail, finally allowing the egg to rush free. There were so many more behind it (or it felt like it to the glass lizard), her jaws hanging open, relieved to finally feel the pressure relieve itself.

What Matt had not noticed, however, was Kate stopping toying with her tail. She was just too relieved, her body tingling on that edge of orgasm, feeling as if there was so much more than mere delight prickling across her scaled skin, her hide on fire, so hot, so warm… The glass lizard squirmed, wanting to release that heat from her body, even though it was comforting too – it was just unnatural to her, being that she was cold-blooded like most other reptiles. She would have usually had to bask in the sun or similar to warm up her body to such an extent, yet it felt weird and wrong to be so warm for so long, especially while her body was trapped in place.

Her mind could not make sense of it, pushing out the egg as Kate moved on to the worst form of torture of all. The first thing Matt knew of it was something hard and scuttling being dropped into her mouth.

She reeled in horror, but Kate's hand clamped around her head, closing her jaws around a squirming leg, a set of thrashing antennae.

“Don't worry," Kate cooed, though there was no true comfort in her tone as her lips, painted red, twisted darkly. “She'll be safe in there, as long as you are careful with your wife… I made sure to give her a good dose of the juices, cum and arousal and who knows what else… That'll make sure your cockroach wife stays nice and slick and wriggling on your tongue."

Matt tried to gasp and spit out her wife – her wife! No! She couldn't grapple with the enormity, the true horror, of what Kate had just done to her, not as her very own wife squirmed and thrashed in her mouth, legs tickling her tongue, flicking up and itching across the roof of her mouth too.

It was not unusual for Matt, not by that time, to taste coyote cum and arousal, the slick fluids that would flow from Oliver's pussy when she was aroused… Maybe that was just why it was easier for her to focus on that, though the slippery roach struggled and fought for her very life in her mouth.

I'm sorry, Matt thought, wishing that she could find some way to send her thoughts to her wife, even though she could neither speak nor move her mouth without risking harm to her wife. I'm so, so sorry… I should have been able to stop this… I should have known.

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I'll hold you.

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That was all she felt she could do, though the glass lizard could not stop a shudder of revulsion as her wife thrashed in her mouth. There were so many legs and she would have thrown up if she had at all been able to, finally understanding and realising just where her wife's revulsion of cockroaches came from. But perhaps it should not have taken her having her wife stuffed into her mouth for her to realise that.

Yet things were not always that easy, as much as people, people beyond even Matt and her family, would have liked them to be.

The slippery, fighting cockroach twisted back and forth in her mouth, the carapace of her body slickened with juices. There was something slippery under her, but Stacey did not truly know where she was, for it was something new to her senses and not something, not even then, that her mind could truly grapple with.

Alas, it was not to be so that she was going to have all that much time to wrangle with it anyway.

The glass lizard gagged, throat working in a furious gulp, feeling as if she was going to retch. And yet Matt did not even know if lizards could do that, but she thought that they could not. If she did, maybe at least she would be allowed to spit out her wife, her mind yanked first one way and then the other, from one side to the other, trying to scramble for a way out of the worst situation that they had been forced into so far.

“Hold her there," Kate hissed, eyes fixed on Matt, her stare intense, gripping. “Hold her… If you want her to live, you will hold your wife very, very carefully…"

Matt shuddered. A second egg slipped out, her body stretched, exhausted, though there was only one more behind it. Truthfully, she didn't know if glass lizards were only supposed to lay a single egg or multiple eggs, but it felt like too much to her. So much too much, trying to focus on holding her wife so very tenderly within her mouth, not moving too much, even squirming her tongue under her.

Oh god… What if Stacey rattled into her teeth? Matt's stomach churned, though she knew that she could not throw up, not then. It wasn't possible, not as she tried her best to keep her slippery, slithering tongue gently under her wife, even while thrusting and yanking her head, as much as she dared, against Kate's hand.

There was only so far, after all, she could go in true rebellion. Even as she gagged, her throat working overtime, the reflex trying to force the cockroach from her mouth through any means possible.

Yet the feel of the smooth carapace had her shuddering all over again. Kate was saying something, yet it was as if the cruel woman's words were reaching her through a vacuum, from a great distance away. It was dulled and dim and so far away that the glass lizard could not even focus on them, not as her wife slid and bumped into her teeth.

It was not as if her mouth was all that big, even for a cockroach. Matt could barely estimate what sliver of free space there was on either side of Stacey's body, within her mouth, yet her teeth were sharp and, for a lizard, her jaws were more than strong enough to do some serious harm to her. And that wasn't somewhere at all that Matt wanted to go, sick to her stomach, her body straining as it settled down again.

So, it must have only been… She blinked. Two eggs? Three eggs? It looked like a smaller third had managed to form inside her too, yet she had been too caught up in her horror at having her wife in her mouth that she had not been thinking about that. It was funny, in a weird, twisted sort of way, just how one thing of horror could so easily be overruled by another horrific thing.

Just when Matt thought that Kate could not come up with anything more sadistic than what she had already done, of course, she found something more.

It was terrifying just what she was capable of. And that Matt even had to think of that sentence, the words playing around and around her head, her wife squirming between her jaws.

“I'm not going to make it so easy for you…"

Continued in part seven…