Sasha struggled against her captor, but being confined to a tunnel just slightly wider that ones body didn't provide much room for movement. She was quickly being dragged deep under the ground by what had looked like a giant ant, around the size of a large dog. She was doing a survey of one of the forested areas around the colony, looking for places that the colony could either expand into or farm, preferably farm, as that would help make back some of the money that had gone into this venture.
All those thought were behind her, however. Her spastic jerking seemed to do little more than bruise her knees or scrape her knuckles as the insect moved inexorably deeper into the tunnel. She had tried several times to grab onto some roots that her stuck through the walls of the tunnel, but had to immediately let go when she found them covered in razor-sharp thorns. For a brief moment her scientific mind chimed in, wondering why tree roots would have thorns on them, because defensive mechanisms on something that was already well protected seemed redundant and unnecessary.
The whatever it was raced over a rise in the passage, and as Sasha's body went over it she hit it like a bump in the road, propelling her head into the ceiling of the tunnel, knocking her out....
When she finally came to, Sasha looked around in the absolute gloom that permeated whatever chamber she was in. Hoping nothing had been broken; she reached into one of her pockets and pulled out a small flashlight. She seemed to be in an antechamber of some sort, of anything made by insects could be given so grandiose a name. But on one end of the space there were at least a half dozen tunnels leading off into the darkness in several different directions, but at the other end of the room there was only one exit, and it was at least three times the size of any of the other openings. It looked as if this room was made to slow down the traffic before they got to their destination, whatever it may be.
Soon enough Sasha heard the scrapings that had alerted her to the initial presence of the thing back on the surface, and even though she knew she had no where to go, she tried to hide nonetheless. The room was soon flooded by the giant insects, and in the light she could see that they were indeed similar to giant ants, only that instead of mandibles they had dripping tentacles leading from their mouth, and that they had eight legs instead of six, but they still had three body segments.
The ants paused, but after waving their antennae around for a few seconds, they proceeded to make a beeline right for Sasha. Several of the bugs wrapped their tentacles around her limbs and clumsily carried her into the larger opening. While Sasha still carried the flashlight she would soon wish she had dropped it. Once in the main chamber, she saw what could probably be considered a queen, but it definitely looked to be on its last legs. Its shell was flaking off in places, one of its antennae wasn't moving, while the other was missing entirely. One leg seemed to bend at too many angles, and the tentacles at its mouth were clenching and unclenching in arrhythmic patterns.
After being set down Sasha watched the giant among giants for a while, and finally, with what seemed to be a dying gasp, the tentacles stopped moving, and the queen rolled a bit to one side. A great clamor seemed to spring up in the chamber, as if the ants were mourning over the queen's passing. The sound of legs being scraped over carapaces filled the air for a very long minute before finally dying down, only to be replaced by the clamor of legs scraping over the walls of the chamber.
Once again the ants grabbed Sasha by each limb, but they seemed to only want to hold her in place this time. She was more fearful of the unknown at this point, because she figured if she were to be eaten, she never would've woken up in the first place. A few ants scurried up to her, scraping legs over her outfit at certain places, poking her in the face at other times. One ant ran its tentacles through her hair, filling her quaff with some sticky, viscous goo that she did not appreciate.
After the insects were satisfied with examining her, they still refused to release her limbs. Within a few seconds she heard a rise in the background scuttling, and a larger ant came close to her. It was either a soldier or a male, but neither seemed to matter as all it did was bring it's head next to Sasha's prone form, and ooze the same goo she had seen before from it's mouth, onto her body. She felt soaked to the bone by the concoction, but when she felt the back of her uniform fall away from her, she knew that it had eaten right through the clothing, leaving her naked amongst a see of alien beings.
The bug seemed to burble something barely audibly, as the see of ants seemed to part, revealing a path back to the queen. When she was able to shine her light into the makeshift passage, she noticed that she wasn't looking at the queen, but instead at what had been attached to the queen. What had appeared to be the exaggerated abdomen of the queen was in fact another organism altogether. And it was steadily approaching.
When the worm-like thing reached her, Sasha felt her legs being pulled apart even further; signifying that what she though was going to happen was, in fact, happening. The tentacle-ridden maw of the tubular insect slowly lowered itself until it connected with Sasha's exposed crotch, and then proceeded to exude several of its tentacles into her. The utterly alien sensation caused Sasha to nearly rip her own arms out of their sockets with the flailing she was causing. She could feel the worm slide deeper into her, and with an uncomfortable pinch, she could only guess that it had slipped its way past her cervix.
The tunnel, besides being dirty, was very dank. The dirt had been pounded down into a very hard surface, but the water that condensed on the walls made them slightly slippery. Being underground also helped lower the temperature to just barely livable. In spite of that, however, Sasha was sweating profusely and panting heavily. There was a brief respite where the thing didn't move a muscle for a good while. For whatever reason Sasha didn't care, she just wanted this ordeal to be over. Sure enough, after the worm-thing had finished its break, it began to move again.
Sasha again tensed with every fiber of her being as the thing began to push its tentacles outward, stretching her pussy. The pain and pleasure combined and assaulted her brain as a whole. Her breath caught in her throat, her head snapped back and forward, and try as she might, she couldn't stop her hips from thrusting at the creature feebly. Sasha continued to convulse several minutes after her cunt was opened as far as it could go, but when she was finally able to regain some semblance of control this time, she was not offered a rest.
