Anna's Accidental Replication Study

Author's Note:

FYI, these are old chapters that are taking a while to make it through the queue. They publish one per day to not flood out everybody else's posts. Updates are MF for this story, and Fridays only for Claire's story.

It took half a day for the venom to wear off completely. The entire time, Anna's clit was repeatedly tortured by the mite inside her urethra. They were experts at contorting and pressing their bodies in just the right way. The specialised organ on the sides of their body similar to what a Cicada uses to trill were used instead to make the body of the mite vibrate while its soft tubby legs forced its body harder against her walls, doing a better job of pressing the vibrations into her most sensitive spots. Anna's reflexive contractions around it steadily got stronger, helping the mite force more pleasure out of her body.

The grubs squirming around her insides were making steady progress. Despite having four grubs the size of her forearm inside her, she still felt empty. So, so empty now that they had eaten almost all of the seedpod. The feeling was almost alien to her now, so used to being filled and fucked on a whim by her captor.

The mite plugging her urethra kept her from dripping more into her cell. She could move now, and she had tested her restraints. There was no way she was getting out of here without help.

A wasp entered her cell, feeling her body with its antenna as it straddled her. Anna was forced to look into its hideous compound eyes as its vestigial ovipositor engorged between her legs.

Anna let out a cry of surprise as the wasp plunged its length into her ass. Her ass was still so well trained from her previous owner that it only lightly teased around the length penetrating her as the wasp pumped rope after rope of nutrient formula into her for the grubs to drink from inside her.

After a while the wasp pulled out of her and marched off, a slow dribble of nutrient leaking out of her winking gaping asshole as she felt the grubs moving around inside her, racing through her depths to eat their meal.

At some point she must have passed out, because she was startled awake by a wasp thrusting its length down her throat to fill her stomach this time. Sensing she was being fed, the mite that was still in her urethra began vibrating and squirming against her walls, forcing Anna to cum. Her contractions smashed it against the back of her clit even harder as its vibrations picked up in intensity, trying to drag as much energy out of her and into the eggs in her bladder as it could.

Just like before, the wasp only pulled out when she was about to black out, magnifying her orgasm a hundredfold. She lay there panting, her need dripping from her swollen red pussy off the rim of her ass.

The grubs began moving south again. They must have finished eating the seedpod. She felt them make every twist and turn inside her body before the first one--the fattest of the four--erupted from her ass, squirming onto the floor of her cell before making an high pitched whine. Grub after grub poured out of her until all four were waiting patiently as they called for their minders. It was honestly extremely annoying to listen to, but it didn't take too long.

Within moments wasps appeared, whisking the grubs back away to their nursery. The wasps could use her body to strengthen their grubs like the mites or the Vinereavers did, but not yet. She had a more important purpose still.

Having heard the call of the grubs, a much larger wasp with a fat abdomen lumbered over. It was far too large to fit into her cell, so instead it hovered its abdomen over the edge. A fat ovipositor appearing from the tip of its abdomen, 3 inches thick and probably as long as Anna was tall, dripping with lubrication.

The way the grub had bound her had created almost a funnel of silk towards her holes, leaving only her pussy, ass, an urethra exposed. Grinding against the floor as it was thrust in her direction, it was impossible to miss as the thick length speared into Anna's ass, filling her up again. It didn't spare Anna's comfort any mind as it claimed her ass roughly, rapidly thrusting down to the hilt, multiple feet of ovipositor filling Anna's vision as her ass was claimed again, an almost nostalgic fullness inside her as she felt the first egg struggle down its length.

The bastard in her urethra began squirming and vibrating again just to torment her, knowing exactly what was happening. With a start, she felt the first egg breach her entrance. she felt herself contract around the length in her ass, her asshole actually feeling a little bit of a stretch from the massive girth being birthed into her depths.

The eggs were huge, nearly too large for her still well prepared body. The painstaking training her ass had undergone from the vine was put to full use as egg after egg was deposited deep

deep

inside Anna. Despite the lack of paralytic, there was no way she would be able to push these out on her own. In fact, with how deep they were laid inside her they probably blocked her insides completely. She knew she would die if they didn't hatch.

Anna moaned as she came around its length. No thanks to that stupid mite in her urethra doubling its ministrations just as an egg passed through her, almost crushing its vibrating body against her clit. Convulsions ripped through Anna's body as her ass milked the length inside her. She couldn't lie and say she completely hated this. Being trained for the better part of a month, being pumped full of aphrodisiacs as her ass and urethra were tormented would teach anyone to love anal and urethra play. That plant had trained more than just her holes...

The wasp only laid four or five eggs, but Anna was still completely spent from the experience. The ovipositor pulled out of her with a horrible syrupy sound. The slick length seeming to go on and on forever as it pulled out of her. She came again, the force of her contractions gripping the ovipositor tightly, barely slowing the wasps movements as it pulled out of her.

She both loved and hated the fact that she was such a breeding whore now. The total lack of aphrodisiac just the final nail in the coffin, confirming without a doubt that she really was a broken and depraved bitch for these creatures. Just a collection of holes to be used and trained, her body moulded like putty as they forced her to strengthen the hive.

There was no going back to the way she was before. She had an excuse when the plant was her master, but now, she didn't have anything else to blame except herself. She loved this. Being used. Being pumped full of eggs and forced to incubate a clutch of hideous insects as they used her body however they saw fit to most benefit their young.

She groaned as the eggs shifted inside her. The queen wasp had just dumped its load all in the same spot, and she could feel the eggs sliding around as they found room deep inside her body.

Now that the grubs had left her, the wasps only had to pump their nutrient down her throat. Each time they did she was brought to an earth shattering orgasm by the mite, strengthening both clutches in her body with the energy she was forced to give off with each climax.

Days passed with the same routine. Wake up to a wasp cock down her throat pumping her full, the mite in her urethra happily melting her brain out her urethra as she choked on the violating her. The mite would crawl back into her bladder from time to time, relieving the building pressure in her bladder before squirming back into her entrance, waiting for the next feeding.

Eventually, she felt movement inside her bladder. The mites were hatching. She moaned as almost immediately the caretaker in her urethra frantically burrowed deeper, back into her bladder to help the mites out of their shells and to eat any egg casings that the mites didn't finish themselves.

After a while, the adult mite burrowed back out of her to push its head outside her body. She couldn't hear the call it was making and she knew the wasps couldn't either. Soon, a veritable horde of mites descended upon her, crowding around her and waiting patiently.

The mite burrowed back inside her body to make room before the others began spearing their vestigial ovipositors inside her, pumping her bladder full of a thick, viscous nutrient for the mites inside. It wouldn't be diluted by her bladder, the ropes of nutrient squirted into her instead painting her walls with gelatinous filth for the larvae to feed on. With her help, they had everything they needed to grow into adult mites.

The feeling of being used by so many disgusting parasites brought Anna close to orgasm, and the rhythmic pumping of the dozens of lengths penetrating her pushed her over the edge.

Orgasming from urethral stimulation was always a unique experience. Her body had learned to love it thanks to the plant, and her hole was well trained by it. It also wasn't an accident, as the larvae swimming around in her bladder needed all the energy they could get before they left their nest to find a new host.

Once her bladder was full to bursting with nutrient, the mites pulled out and went on their merry way to find a wasp to latch on to.