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The Depths of Depravity

Part Nine

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Growly

Matt shook her head, Hudson blinking and pulling back, but, not even then, there was no reading the male glass lizard's expression. Kate tutted, clicking her tongue impatiently against the roof of her mouth, but that was not something that she was going to punish them for. The best punishment of all was already in progress, all as she hooked her finger into the corner of the glass lizard's mouth and pried her jaws open forcibly, knowing exactly where to pinch to get her mouth open without running any risk from her sharp teeth.

The video camera had a little screen on the side of it that she flipped around, showing Matt the pulverised contents of her mouth. The lizard reeled noticeably, blinking rapidly, her eyes glassier than they had been, though she still made little gulping, almost retching motions, the part of her tail that was somewhat free thrashing back and forth in obvious distress.

“Look at her…" Kate smirked. “Take a good, long look… Everyone."

Setting the video camera before the bound glass lizard, Kate moved the rest around, leaving the coyote bound and chaining Piper at a safe distance from her, though she would surely have the male coyote mount his brother again, breeding her pregnant pussy all over again. But not yet. Even Piper was quieter as they all were forced to crowd around and watch, heads lowered, tilting back and forth, Hudson hissing and not even trying to get away. He had always been the one that she'd had to watch, but the male glass lizard bobbed his head back and forth as if he was trying to get closer to their mother yet did not quite dare.

Maybe the lizard was afraid of what he would find there.

Matt's mind… She would have said that it was static in there, or perhaps white noise. She had not been allowed to reach orgasm and yet the heaving lurch of her body still craved that too, as if she was going to fade away if she didn't get it. Of course, she could see the blinking red light on the video camera which meant that Kate was recording it too and yet she couldn't drag her gaze away, not as she stared and stared at the broken body of her wife inside her very own mouth.

She couldn't even tell herself that it wasn't really, not as her heart pounded and blood roared in her ears.

Staring at her half-crushed wife in her mouth, the tiniest waft of an antenna telling her that Stacey was not yet completely gone, Matt stilled. She didn't want to move, not even to breathe. What if she hurt her more?

If Stacey was still alive, though in incredible pain…she didn't know what the right answer there was. Dimly, she remembered that time that they had had to kill a half-dead mouse that their cat had brought in. Although they had fitted their bet with a collar with a bell on it immediately afterwards and had no more accidental gifts from the fat feline, Stacey had cried when Matt had taken it out back and hit it with a shovel to put it out of its misery. It had been the kindest thing to do when it was obvious, back then, that the mouse had not been able to survive its torment.

Kate laughed down at them, relishing their suffering. All of them there, Matt and Stacey together, Hudson watching, Piper and Oliver too closer together but the coyotes not interested in one another in the slightest.

“Look at what you've done…"

Kate smirked as she fingered the coyote, sliding her fingers into Oliver's wet cunt where the lizards had been only a few minutes ago and teasing the glass lizard's cloaca at the same time. She did not allow any of them to look away, forcing them to watch as the cockroach twitched faintly and dropped out of Matt's mouth with a wet, limp thud.

Oh, how she loved that noise. She would play that, repeatedly, on the TV once she had edited the video to be looped for sale. And they would be forced to re-live it too, every day, at the bare minimum.

“You've done this…" Kate said, shaking her head as if she too was sad about how things had turned out – even though she was the one who had made it all as it was anyway. “All of you… You simply weren't pleasing enough to me, obedient enough to me. It's really quite sad that you led this to happen. And now you've gone and practically eaten your wife, crunching her up like she's a snack! Just how sick are you?"

Oliver whimpered and shook her head, but the coyote didn't have anything to say, not aloud. Like Piper, she stared, the male coyote panting heavily, though it was intriguing, even to Kate, how horror, in his case, overwhelmed arousal. Okay, sure, his dick was still hanging out but that was by the by at that time. His cock was pretty much always out and on show, for that was the way that she wanted his body to react.

Oh, the looks in their eyes… And yet they were still not quite yet broken. There were different levels to breaking her victims, after all, fucking with their minds until there was nothing left of who they had been, only what she had made them be. And what Kate wanted was always changing.

The horror, the glassy sheens. How they tried to look away but had their stares dragged right back to their mother – and, in Matt's case, her wife – as if they could not look away from the scene of a particularly grisly accident. That was a common phenomenon with human beings and one that she sought to exploit.

One of the cockroach's legs twitched but, well…it was obvious, to her, that Stacey was not going to survive. She'd never been meant to survive and, frankly, the cockroach was the least entertaining member of the family to her. The only matter of concern to her was how Stacey would go.

“So!" She said brightly, clapping her hands together as if announcing something. “Who's going to end her suffering? Come now, I thought one of you would be kind enough to do so… Perhaps the coyotes with their big, strong jaws? You could do it the most quickly, I'm sure. Or the lizards could swallow her down to die in their bellies? She probably is not aware of much anymore… Yet I assure you that she still feels every last bit of pain."

Matt pulled back and shook her head. Her whole body ached – but it was no longer a physical pain. It was a deep, yawning, blistering ache that clawed through her, the ache of emotional pain that then became a physical pain.

She couldn't do it. Not to her wife. Not like that mouse.

Kate's frown chilled her to her core.

“Alright then," she said, still not losing her brightness, even if her smile had gone. “I'll take care of it then. Since none of you cares about her anywhere near enough to do the right thing, the kind thing. Really, I had expected better of you."

No one moved – yet Matt was the one that Kate chose. Forcing the glass lizard's mouth back open all over again, she dropped the cockroach in with a low chuckle, closing her mouth and shoving the heads of both glass lizards straight back into the coyote's pussy. Matt had not considered trying to fight back, for it had all happened too quickly for her to catch onto what was happening, Hudson squirming up against her, though he tried to give her space that time, even if their heads were pressed together, too closely together.

No space.

And Kate thrust them deeper. Like living dildos, using Hudson's twisting body to guide the thrusts, for Matt was more of a bound toy, the coyote rolled back and forth, forced to grind on them. It only had to be a few inches of movement to get the job done, grinding the glass lizards all the way up inside the bitch to her cervix, where there was no room at all for them to move, nowhere for them to evade.

“Yessss…"

Even Kate had to let out a long, roiling hiss of glee as she finally took her pleasure from the most depraved thing, probably, that she had done so far, thrusting the glass lizards together like dildos as she played with the throbbing canine's clit. It was easy to please and, after all, she had kept Oliver there on the edge for so long already that it would not take long at all to bring her off and over the edge. For it was her high, ultimately, that would ensure the end of her mouth.

She had given them a chance, after all, to do it nicely, to be kind to their mother. No one had decided to be kind, so she had to make sure that they were as cruel as it was possible to force them to be, though she was confident also that she would find something more for them to do, all in good time. That was only the twisted beginning of it, broken and heaving, gasping and grunting, the coyote bitch trying to wriggle, but her bondage kept her in place, the weight of her body straining through her already aching, burning muscles.

Yes… She wasn't going to be able to go anywhere, not to get her mother out of her pussy, within the clasp of her father's ever-loving mouth. Kate drove the glass lizards within her, the wheels of the platform well-oiled already so that they did not utter a single squeak, the only sound there that of their panting, their moaning, the rancid, lewd squelch of the glass lizards working over the coyote's cunt.

“Come on, my pretty," Kate hissed. “Come for me… All of it… Then your mother will truly be set free."

Piper whined and yet was ignored, all as Oliver fought and fought and fought. She twisted her head back and forth, the tan-brown fur between her hind legs matted and damp by that point with more sweat than sexual juices, adding a bitter, biting tang to the air. And she couldn't help it, not as Kate bore down on her clit, adding too much pressure to force her body into an orgasm that she was both ready for and not at the same time.

The coyote howled as she climaxed, throbbing around the glass lizards, her body broken, aching, the relief immense. Yet her heart twisted and pounded, knowing what it meant, knowing that the broken body of her mother was in there. And there she was feeling pleasure! Even if it was forced, it was wrong, so very wrong, and she knew that, she truly and utterly did know that she shouldn't have been getting off while the body of her mother was inside her pussy.

Just like she should never have tumbled into blissful ecstasy at the hands of another with her sister pounding her pussy. Just like she should never have felt good with her father stuffed into her cunt. Just like she should never have caught herself longing too for Hudson to be ground into her, for she was just so horny that she couldn't hear it.

Kate, however, did not care. Not as she allowed the canine to ride out her orgasm until it was good and done. Then and only then, ignoring the heaving flanks of the coyote, did she pull the lizards back out and crank open Matt's mouth, revealing the completely pulverised, unrecognisable carapace and oozing body of their mother and wife.

“Take a good look… She's gone now… And it's all because of you."

Kate chuckled, keeping her hands steady as she showed Matt, in the screen of the video camera, the dripping remains of her wife, the broken carapace and the head, finally, dropping completely out of her mouth to the ground. There was no coming back from that, even for a cockroach, and the family let out a collective groan around her.

Matt blinked, her mind frozen, blank, as if she could not take in what had happened. It had been Stacey, her wife…and yet Stacey wasn't there anymore. Because of her, because she had died while being chomped and chewed on, crushed within her very own mouth as if she had wanted to do it. For she just had not been able to keep her jaws open widely enough against the contracting pressure of Oliver's pussy clenching and pulsing around her head and body. It had almost been nice around the length of her body that had been able to thrust inside her, a kind of massage. Yet that thought did not belong there, no, not all, not as she was pulled away from the body of her wife, her head shoved into the cock of the male coyote.

Her daughter…Piper. In a male body.

No…

_ _

The thought was dim, too dim. She just didn't have the strength to fight back anymore. Oliver had been wheeled back a little, so that she could be used as a cock sleeve on his penis, the shaft forced into her mouth while Piper quivered. She didn't blame Piper for just standing there, letting breathy whimpers rise as he bucked and thrust, losing himself in the moment. No… She only blamed herself for not being able to keep her family safe.

Kate was busy, however, for Matt was not her only victim.

“I'll leave the cock to thrust," she said, not even bothering to use Piper's name, “to wash your meal down. You'll need it…"

Kate laughed and relaxed. Something was soothing about torture that she would never get tired of. Taking Hudson in her hand, she squeezed expertly around his cloaca, forcing his hemipenes free. The bitch would need it, just a little more pleasure, even though she had already climaxed.

It did not matter. Not as she ground the male glass lizard's hemipenes against the coyote's vent, her clit swollen and fat – that had been due to another serum that she had tried on Oliver. And it had worked very well, especially as she whined and tried to rock up, still in her strange half-sitting position, legs up and splayed so that her sex was in full view.

She took them all, making sure that they were all forced to experience pleasure through their grief. The sloppy, wet “glack" of Matt's mouth moving on the coyote's cock filled the air, though she tried not to think too much. Thinking meant that she had to consider that her wife was gone, that there was sadness dragging her down, a sickening weight in her stomach. That she should have been curled up, balling her eyes out, that she should have been doing something, anything at all, just to let the grief out – and that even that luxury had been stolen from her as if it had never even been her right to begin with.

She didn't know, not at all, not even as she was dimly able to see, out of the corner of her left eye, how Hudson was forced to grind and rub his hemipenes, fat and swollen, against Oliver's pussy. She had spent so much time stuffed into that sex and yet now everything had taken on another light and sense of being, as if the lines had shifted around them all, without them even knowing.

The egg tried to strain from her, though Kate was quick to push it back into place, something that Matt dimly, faintly expected by that point. It was not as if her body could handle it, after all, too tired and broken mentally to even acknowledge the fact that she was in labour. Her body wanted to get it out but Matt simply did not care anymore. The pressure on her body had been what had helped her back into labour, everything coming to a dull halt when Kate had used her body as a sex toy, but Matt had been too caught up to even notice.

Yes, there had most certainly been other things on her mind.

And her body ached, arousal burning through despite everything. It was not a release that she wanted, not a distraction that she longed for, yet something that was humiliatingly forced upon her anyway. The need to climax was there as she tried to push out the egg, lost in the moment, losing herself, not even knowing if she was truly where she thought she was, not anymore.

It didn't make sense… Her mind drifted, even if her body was forced to feel everything, the camera locking onto her, seeming to focus on her and her alone as the coyote thrust inside her, increasingly eagerly. Not how they had been chosen, not how they had been taken. She didn't want it, none of it, had never wanted anything at all to do with anything of Kate's or that twisted life, those lies, those things that she had made them do.

It was a nightmare, a living nightmare, nothing more and most certainly nothing less than that. She grunted faintly, her jaws stretched wide around the cock driving down her throat, not even sure how deep it was going.

It was just the burning pleasure emanating from her cloaca that had her drifting, thinking of something more. Were the rest of her family the same? Even though…

Her heart wrenched, a cold chill washing through her, despite her body trying to take on the heat from Piper's cock and sheath. No… No, no, no.

It was too much, even as her throat worked. It was all instinctive – was she even really in her own mind at all? She tried to shake her head, to close her eyes, yet everything happened without Matt's will and consent, spinning out of control.

Oh, it had been out of control for quite some time… Yet it was only truly in that moment that she realised that.

To the side, Oliver shuddered while the hemipenes ground over her clit, so close, yet not quite there yet. Even Piper was grunting and thrusting, his eyes half-closed as if he wasn't sure what to do, though no one there could see inside the minds of the others. They could only presume what the others were thinking as they were used and abused, tortured in such a way that there was to be no end to it.

No escape.

Just more, always more.

As the egg finally crested and Kate allowed it to come, a smirk on her lips, she took charge again. Clearing her throat, she called their attention back to her, though she was the curious and wanting one, not them. They would have all been quite okay if she had left them there – oh, but there was that arousal too, that burning heat, the desire coursing and pulsing through them that told them to cum, that they had to orgasm, that there was nothing else for them at all.

“Such a twisted dilemma…" Kate murmured, letting the words roll off her tongue while the male coyote thrust and ground, his tail tucked down and stiff, wrapped up in complete and utter single-minded intent. “You all want to get off…and yet you know that something terrible has happened. Just how does that make you feel?"

Of course, there was nothing in them that could voice human words – not that Kate cared. No… Oh, no, she could see more than enough in their eyes, the fading of life, the light in them. They slipped down, more and more, with every passing second.

Kate raised an eyebrow.

“Perhaps you're wondering just how I can get you so close to the edge and then…stop?" She suggested, though it was very much not the kind of question that was in their minds. “I've played with so many and, even then, there is a common theme in a species. I can bring anyone like you to the edge, again and again and again. As long as I am not bored, I can keep going for as long as I like. But my machines can keep you going too even after I need to rest, so it is not all that bad."

Matt quivered, her mouth agape, an eye rolling when she tried to look back and up at Kate. What was the woman on about? Was there more?

It was wrong, so very wrong, how she taunted them. She didn't want to think of what more Kate could be capable of, not as her body burned, lurching and hungering for that climax…and yet never getting there.

Piper whimpered, licking his lips, trying to thrust more, but Kate stopped him, her fingers around his corner. Kate didn't need to do any more than that to merely control the coyote, helpless in lust. He may not have even realised what was going on, though Kate was sure a replay (multiple times) would make sure that the sight of the cockroach inside Matt's mouth would sink into his mind over and over again. All with the taste and leftover cockroach slop and carapace stuck in Matt's mouth, tangled and ground between her teeth. That would be a sight to be seen on the video, she was quite sure of it…

“Now… There's one thing that I did not consider."

They all looked at her, eyes wide, lips pressed together and open, depending on the creature. One thing was certain and that was that there was true horror on their faces. Oliver, unable to stop herself, rocked her hips lightly, her tail flicking down, though it could barely move with how tired she was, sodden right up to the base with her arousal. Against her cunt, Hudson squirmed weakly, though he averted his eyes, after a moment, from Kate. The bravest and brashest didn't even want to look at her.

Kate grinned.

“Cockroaches, of course, can survive headless after decapitation…not just their bodies. So, their head as well is still alive, still knowing, the brain is still active. Look."

Picking up the roach's head by an antenna, just the one remaining, she bounced her lightly, showing that Stacey was, of course, still twitching, the mouth parts moving and trying to… Well, Kate didn't know, that time, exactly what they were trying to do. The eyes gleamed, terrified, horrified, aware of what was going on.

The family reeled, recoiling, though Piper was drawn up short by the collar and chain leash, as usual. He shouldn't have tried to get away from her in the first place and Kate filed that note away for later consideration. She would not allow the coyote to get away with that.

Their bodies were close, but it was Kate and only Kate who could control them, taunting them, keeping them right there, on the edge. They all struggled, individually, with the knowledge of their mother's awareness, that her suffering had not even come to an end, and Kate openly relished in it.

“Don't worry… Maybe one more orgasm will make it so that she doesn't feel anything anymore. Or maybe not… There's only one way to tell."

Kate toyed with the emerging egg, the lizard in full labour again, but it was easy enough to prod it whenever it looked like it was coming out a little too much, her body held nicely so that she had full access to her even as the lust-addled coyote thrust into the lizard's maw. He was coming along still, driven by hormones, treating anything that touched his cock like a sex toy.

She ground Hudson up against Oliver's pussy, his weak hisses not concerning her. Truthfully, they never had. He was one of the most intelligent of the bunch and he knew what the repercussions would be, even if she had shown them all just how far she was willing to go. She wondered if Hudson would be willing to end even his own life to end her torment, for at least that would mean that the glass lizard would not have to see the repercussions of his actions, not in the end.

The egg bulged out, though Kate did not let it come all the way, not as she toyed with the glass lizard's cloaca. With a little pressure in the right spots, the erogenous zones, she could ensure that Matt was kept on the edge too, even as she roiled in grief. Her tail was still, the tip drooping, which was telling, for once. And Kate noted down mentally every tiny symptom of grief that they all showed, for it was all for her research, her fascination with breaking the human psyche.

Oliver grunted and jerked her hips. It was then that Kate knew that they were ready, even if the family did not know or understand that.

But she could show them.

Drawing every member of the family to orgasm together was something that she had to work hard at. The coyote would mostly do it for himself, thrusting and humping, though there seemed to be something of a sob in his whimpers; all Kate had to do for Piper was to stop him from fucking the glass lizard's throat too roughly, so roughly that he would explode too quickly. The bitch and the glass lizard were harder, though a press and a twist of the slimy lizard's body more than helped as she carefully watched the coyote whimper and twist her head back and forth.

There was an art to edging… And even more so when she had new victims.

Only when they were heaving and panting, even Matt squirming and lashing her tail, did she move onto the next stage. Dragging Matt back and off from the coyote's cock with a wet slurp, she pushed Piper aside, though he didn't go far. Pre-cum slopped and drooled from the glass lizard's mouth, hanging lewdly open, but he could do nothing more than pant as Kate tucked his head back into the straps, pointing her nose down towards her cloaca once more.

“There now…"

Kate's tone was not soothing. It never was.

She dipped the cockroach's head into the terrarium, coating it in the mess of slick and arousal and cum and worse, smearing it back and forth. Yet the laugh that she gave as she balanced it on the lizard's trembling snout was unhinged, the laugh of a woman losing that sense of herself. Maybe that sense of herself had always been the only thing that had kept her in check, ever so slightly.

And there was nothing to hold her back for even a single moment longer, not ever.

Matt twisted – or she tried to. The leather bonds kept her head in place with the sticky fluid coating her wife's head holding it on the top of her snout, slightly off to the right side. The eyes faced him, glistening with terror, the broken-off antennae jutting out while the other hung limply. Despite her horror and terror, Stacey could not even find a way or the energy to hold it up, even though the muscles and nerve endings were still there.

That didn't mean that she was more than a passive player in her own horror story, transformed into a cockroach and lost to the world that she'd known.

Matt shuddered, loathing it, trying to look away – but didn't she owe it to her wife to at least look at her? To hold her gaze? She was the only thing that Stacey had left in the world as the worst end of all befell the cockroach…

And then the moment was ripe. For Kate, that was, not for the rest of the family. No, never for them, not as the egg strained and bulged, large and fat, the widest point of it bursting and fighting to prick its way free. For it came with a bite of pleasure too, pain swelling, as if she was going to crest into ecstasy at precisely the wrong moment.

Yet…it was the right moment. For it was the moment that Kate had chosen for her, the lizard hissing vehemently as her body ached and prickled, rather than tingled, as if she was being stabbed with a thousand needles all over, all at once.

No! It was too much, everything too much! Why couldn't she just pass out so that she didn't have to think about anything anymore, so that she didn't have to face the dilemma of grief shoved right up against ardent arousal? They just didn't belong together, not as the egg strained, on the very edge of popping out of Matt's body. She heaved and panted, her jaws hanging open, yet she was not in her mind, no, not then.

It was all up to Kate, how she ambidextrously used both hands to grind the male glass lizard against the bitch, stroking the length of cock (from the coyote) that could not fit inside Matt's mouth too. She moved fluidly between all of them as if she was a circus master of the world's most twisted, sordid circus, fingers dancing, though all Matt could consider was the slick squelch of her wife's face squashed onto hers, like a hideous adornment that was going to colour every last moment of her living, perhaps even her dying, days.

“Everyone, keep your eyes on me…" Kate's eyes glinted, relishing in how they obeyed, for it was as if they knew, even then, that she had something even worse in mind, something more that she could do. “It's time for the grand finale and I do hope you have all enjoyed!"

She practically spat the words, the egg trembling within Matt's cloaca – and then popping free. It was right at that moment that Kate's finger came down, hideously huge for the moment, on top of the cockroach's stuck head, her antennae twitching weakly, eyes shiny with fear. Yet that was the last thing that Stacey ever knew as the roach's head, finally, was crushed into a crunching, sloppy mess upon the lizard's face.

Matt hissed, anguish tearing through her – but the moment was in Kate's control. For it was then and only then that Kate finally and abruptly allowed them to reach climax after being edged for… Oh, did it even matter anymore? Dark, clawing grief dragged at them all, horror and relief trying to dominate where they knew that Stacey's suffering had ended, but…it was the release of orgasm that was the worst. Kate forced every last one of them through the pleasure that their bodies needed, even though their minds rebelled against it openly, the glass lizard's cloaca clenching and pulling around nothing at all.

The egg was gone…but Matt's mind wasn't even on that as she twisted her head back and forth, the end of her tail doing the same, hissing and hissing. Faintly, as her stomach sank, she was aware of Hudson doing the same – except that he was drooling cum from his hemipenes, rubbing it messily all over Oliver's cunt and backside. The coyote bitch seemed to be climaxing too, though it was the tenor of her howls and grunts that she told that, Matt trying to cling onto her weak hold on reality. Yet she had already realised that the sense of fullness, deeper within her cloaca and where her egg chamber lay, had not faded and there was more to what Kate had for her than what had been played out already.

No one was allowed time to rest and understand their grief, not even as the sticky, crushed head of Matt's wife smeared onto her snout. She blinked, but there were tears to come in such a form or body. Piper rolled his hips and, with a start, Matt realised that the coyote had cum down her throat. Grief and disgust and her orgasm had overwhelmed her to such a point that she had hardly noticed it. Swallowing her daughter's cum was the least of it after everything that Kate had put them through.

“Ah… To think of you all," Kate teased, letting them, finally, take in the enormity of what had happened. “You all managed to cum…even with me chopping off your mother's head, squashing her, none of you brave enough or strong enough to do a single thing to end her pain beforehand. That's on you…and you still reached orgasm and you still broke, all the same."

The video camera had been sitting to the side, making sure that everything was captured for streaming and viewing and, of course, torturing pleasure. Kate tapped her finger on the top, smiling with tight-lipped glee. Her heart pounded almost too forcibly in her chest but there was nowhere for it to leap to.

“In the future," she said, her voice twisting with dark silk. “You will associate this, this horror of her death, with every single orgasm I give you. You're welcome."

Laughing, she rewound the video, replaying it in agonising slow motion for Matt, the glass lizard flinching, tongue flicking out. Though her eyes glazed over with pain, emotional and physical, there was nothing she could do but watch her wife's head being crushed, splintering, the antennae stuck to her face like a gaudy, horrific trophy.

“You didn't think you were getting away with only those eggs, did you?" She said to Matt, addressing the glass lizard whose body was rippling and clenching with contractions all over again. “Oh no… It looks like my special serums have made you even more fertile, so you are holding many more eggs in there than a normal glass lizard would make. That first, huge, egg was splendid though, I will grow them again inside you later…"

Kate teased her sensitive vent, fingers sliding up on either side of it as Matt trembled and tried to look away. Yet with the screen of the video camera up close to her head, she may as well have not bothered doing anything at all. Repeatedly, the head-crushing scene played out, her stomach rumbling, churning. Yet the shift of the eggs inside her, which must have been smaller (she really hoped and prayed that they were) dragged her attention, jaws open in a hissing gape, the coyote's cock finally free. Not that her hisses no longer being muffled made any difference, not as Kate's smirk deepened.

The egg pushed into her birth canal, forcing her to work it down to her vent, her body taking over. Yet the exhaustion of the hours of torture was catching up with her too as Kate left her to it, her attention turning back to the terrarium.

“Hm, I'll have to make sure this is nice and cleaned out for its next occupants…"

She talked to herself, really but it was for the benefit of her victims, making sure that it was all caught on camera. The terrarium had to be lifted out of view, though it was only brief – and most likely not to be the most popular part of the video she was going to upload later on.

She shook the terrarium up, ensuring that the layer of goop within was not congealed and all moved as freely as it was going to, tipping it slowly. Matt's eyes widened and she clamped her mouth shut as the goo poured over her, coating her scaley hide completely, slickening down over her head like some perverse kind of sexual shower, painting her scales and coating her.

Matt would have reeled, tongue lashing up against the roof of her mouth, though she barely even dared move, closing her eyes, but the need of her body had them opening again as the “goopy" shower moved down her body, sloshing over her belly scales and even into her gaping cloaca. Of course, that had been what that first giant egg had helped along with, when she had been tortured for hours upon hours with that slow lay – the lay that she had thought was just going to be the one. Oh, how wrong she had been, that weight in her belly boding far worse than she ever could have anticipated.

The mess of cum and goop and bodily fluids slopped into her cloaca, helped along by Kate's finger swirling through it, making sure that a good dose teased inside. But the worst was when, of course, Kate hooked her finger into the corner of Matt's mouth, forcing her to open up for her to pour the coyote juices, mixed, straight into her maw. The glass lizard shuddered, yet the crushed head remained, too sticky and clinging to be washed off that easily.

“I'll let you wear the reminder of your wife on your snout," Kate promised, “until every last egg is laid… There'll be quite a few in there, I bet. And the crushed head of your dear, dear wife will be a fitting trophy to be placed nearby. I think I'll have it mounted, where you can always see it."

Matt quivered and yet…what could she do? Had she forgotten how to fight back? Her body ached with arousal as her cloaca strained and the blistering push of needing to lay another leg twisted into cruel desire. Her heart panged for her wife, but she did not only have her in her mind.

And it was wrong. Very wrong. It was wrong to have grief bridling with arousal, tangled together so that she could not separate one from the other. But that was what Kate had intended all along.

Even though she had spat out some of her wife's broken body…a lot had still been left in her mother. The carapace grinding and cracking against her teeth, goo swirling under her tongue. The texture was gritty and slimy and she shuddered.

It wasn't really her wife, no… No? It both was and was not, at the same time, neither option making any sense. Everywhere, there was that sticky, cloying cocktail of sexual fluids, from the terrarium, coating her, her body burning, aching and straining to bear out another egg. And it wouldn't be the last one either, not even as Matt caught her mind going around and around the same tracks all over again, as if her mind didn't know at all where it needed to be.

For it was of no consequence as to what she thought, how she thought. Kate would have her broken and abused either way – and the rest of her family too. She inhaled, trying to use shorter, sharper puffs of air, though that didn't help all that much, as the bitter tang of mixed fluids sank into her mouth, infiltrating her airway.

She'd never again feel clean. Not with the crushed head on her snout, a tiny weight and a huge presence that would never be forgotten. The texture of crushed roach tucked under her tongue and no amount of scooping it out helped – though the flushing effect of the mixed fluids being poured into her mouth…

She hated to say it, but, well…in that matter…it helped. A little. Cruelly. Coarsely.

Arousal ached, her egg emerging, slowly but surely. Kate didn't have to caress the edges of her cloaca, for her aching body was already on the edge of climax, muscles sore and her heart heavy, panting while the whines of the coyotes filled the air. Piper had been put to thrusting into Oliver again, filling her pussy even though she was already heavily pregnant, Hudson wound around the base of his cock, behind the inflating knot, where he could be of use when Kate wanted him.

Maybe she could distract Kate one day, let Hudson slither off… She dreamed. She thought. She hoped. For her son, who had retained his sex, was small enough that she could hope that he could be spared a dire fate, that he could be the one who got away, even if he had to live the rest of his life as a lizard.

But that was never up to Matt to decide. It was Kate, all down to Kate, corrupting their minds, twisting and breaking them, making them into horrific parodies of selves that they could never have imagined.

In depravity, with Kate, there was no end.

And the remaining family were only just seeing their true fates coming to life.

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