The tendrils came back to fuck Quinn. As she was drawn deeper into the darkness, the rushing water her the only hint of movement before the coiling tentacles rammed home. There was no foreplay or hint, just one moment she was silently screaming in the dark and the next there was two of them fucking her pussy and ass.
The strokes were hard and fast, the one in her cunt slamming against her cervix with brutal hammer blows. A second tendril drove into her pussy right before a third impaled her asshole. It didn't take along before the pleasure curled through her body as her magically-manipulated form accepted its destiny.
Another tendril drove into her ass, stretching the tight ring once again. Like her pussy, the three violating her sphincter were brutal and fast, the strokes deep as they felt like they were pulling her organs out of place to drive their half-meter lengths deep into her body.
The overwhelming pleasure sent off her orgasms. The heat boiled inside her, warming the sea water that flooded her mouth. She threw back her head and cried out helplessly, unable to do anything in the darkness.
A tendril speared her throat, forcing the water out as it thudded against the back of her throat and then down into her esophagus. Her chest swelled against the tendrils abusing her tits. The ones around her chest squeezed down and the one fucking her face slipped out.
She wanted to beg not to have three raping her mouth either, but there was no time before the tendril came back, thrusting deep. The sensation of her neck swelling around its girth and the ripples of muscles and ridges that ripped past her lips would have stolen her breath away. Instead, it only set off another wave of orgasms as her three holes were pummeled mercilessly.
One orgasm after another ripped through her body. It left sparks of white light in the back of her eyes. The speed increased, brightening her world with the rapid-fire blasts of pleasure.
Just as it felt like her entire world had become a continuum of pleasure, her eyes began to pick out shapes in the darkness. She tried to concentrate, but the tendril fucking her face made it difficult to move her head from any position besides stretched straight to relieve the impact against the back of her throat.
The water rushing by her slowed down but the tendrils didn't. Every thrust jerked and shoved her body around, but the speed and thrusts were too fast so her body only shook violently as it was raped.
The tendril in her mouth suddenly ripped out. She jerked forward, mouth open, to accept it again, but it didn't return. Cold water rushed into her mouth and stomach; she could feel it rolling down her sore throat to her still-shaking belly.
Quinn blinked, surprised that she could see. There was a glow in front of her, a hazy light through the shifting waters. Her eyes couldn't focus on it, not with the six tendrils fucking her ass and pussy, but she concentrated on it as the only thing she could see.
The tendrils drew her closer and the glow increased until she could see what it was. At first, it looked like glowing spheres plastered against some sort of shifting wall. Being inside Mosar's body, Quinn knew that she was in a chamber of some sort and the wall would have been the creature's, but the spheres looked attached to the rippling surface.
A fear clenched her belly, but was quickly blasted away by the orgasms. Her pussy squeezed against the tendrils, but she couldn't get even enough pressure to slow down the three tendrils assaulting her cervix. Deep inside, she felt bruised and bloodied. She briefly wondered if she would die of her injuries, but she reminded herself she was made to be abused and fucked.
The reminder sent another pulse of pleasure and she opened her mouth to gasp, but nothing came out. Only the tickling of a thousand fishes squirming in her lungs, somehow keeping her alive in the water.
A ripple of movement ran along the spheres. Each one lit up before the light spread to the others. As it did, she could see they were translucent. Inside was something moving, it looked like a comma except for two spots for black eyes.
They were eggs.
The tendrils in her pussy yanked out and didn't return. The ones in her ass followed, leaving her feeling empty and gaping. Cold water rushed into her pussy and ass, a balm against the abuse she just suffered.
Mosar pulled her close until she could see the eggs clearly. Each one was the size of her father's fist. They were rounded and gelatin, twitching slightly from the movement of the creature inside it.
There was a thick, translucent layer of something above the eggs. It held them against the wall of Mosar's insides. When it rippled, the eggs lit up slightly with an interior illumination.
Quinn watched the ripples with her eyes. There were thousands, no millions, of eggs attached to the inside of the creature. Millions of eggs and he wanted to use her to breed them.
Her pussy muscles tried to clench, but it did nothing but swirl some water around. She had been gaped open and she could imagine there was only one place the eggs could be placed. The idea of having one inside her sent a bolt of pleasure and terror mixing inside her. It was overwhelming, an orgasm that coursed through her abused body.
A new tendrils came, translucent like the one that injected the fishes into her lungs. It was thicker than any other tendril that had impaled her before. Mosar didn't give her any time to get used to the idea before he speared into her pussy with it. It stretched her obscenely gaping pussy as it forced itself in. Ripples of muscles drove deep into her and her belly swelled with its girth.
She shuddered with pleasure and discomfort as it stretched her out before thumping against her innermost gate. She expected it yank out and thrust back in, but it remained in place with a sucking sensation deep inside places she could never touch.
Her senses grew still, except for the pressure against her cervix and the thousand wiggling fish inside her lungs. She wanted to pant, her body begged her too even as it insisted she was drowning. Her body clenched and jerked, coughing endlessly to try ejecting the pressure inside her chest. There was no escape, she knew that she couldn't, but her body continued to cough violently in an effort to save her.
One of the eggs separated from the wall. It bobbed in the water underneath the clear membrane before it was drawn down to an opening that formed the base of the tendril that now impaled her pussy.
Her eyes followed it as it traced along the length with agonizing slowness. The ovipositor tendril was twenty or so meters long and the anticipation of the egg being inside her only grew as she followed it through the coiled twists and turns.
As it reached her pussy, she tried to tighten her muscles to keep it out. She knew it was a hopeless chance but her body responded against her will. She envied the young Omelas in the city, she was bred specifically to handle this and probably didn't have the sensation of constant drowning or the reflexive push to keep the egg out.
The egg thudded against her entrance. It was larger than the tendril by a few centimeters. It strained against her tightly stretched labia, sinking in as the tendril surged around her.
Quinn's eyes blurred as sharp pain radiated from her entrance. It was too big, too large for her abused body.
A ripple of muscles raced up the length of the ovipositor. It slammed against her pussy and the egg was forced further into her. A little blood spurted out of the opening, but another tendril slapped against the cut and deposited a thick layer of slime against the rip. The pain faded and was replaced by a desperate hunger, a heat of pleasure.
Another ripple along the ovipositor slammed into her and the egg lodged itself into her pussy, the thickest part easily caught in the tight channel of her vagina.
She shuddered as the ovipositor's surge forced the egg deeper, centimeter by centimeter. Each one left her desperately wanting to scream out in pain but unable to do anything other than feel the thickness forced into her pussy.
It felt like hours for the egg to makes it way past her entrance and into her pussy, but the ovipositor never stopped. The glow faded, but she could see the shape clearly outlined against her belly. Each ripple sent a surge of discomfort as the egg was brought up against her cervix.
Quinn shuddered. Her bruised cervix was the last gate, the last place to breech for her breeding. But, she couldn't imagine how the egg was going to fit inside.
The ovipositor didn't change its behavior. A surge of movement rippled along its length and plunged into her body. It swelled her channel with its powerful length and the egg was jammed against her last gate. A flash of pain coursed through her body, but then it was interrupted when another wave rolled through the length. And then another, and another. Each one slammed against her cervix, crushing the tiny gate. It was slow, powerful, and unstoppable; a fist slamming against her gate with every increasing force.
At the first ripping sensation, she almost blacked out. The pain was intense and cut through her senses, almost breaking her sanity. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. She could do nothing. She could make no noise. She tried to rip free, to swim for freedom, but there was no way to escape the tendrils and her fate.
The surged came faster, the pressure tearing her open as the ovipositor forced the egg into her cervix. Each impact of the muscular tore into her, ripping her gate open and sending spasms of agony coursing through her.
Wave after wave attacked her, ripping her further open. She felt hot and liquid inside her. She wondered if it was her own blood, but she didn't have time to wonder, not with another wave forcing itself deep into her pussy.
The ripping continued, one millimeter at a time.
She thrashed helplessly, unable to do anything than suffer. Her eyes followed each ripple that coursed along the ovipositor, knowing that it would be agony for her but unable to do anything than watch as it plunged into her.
After what felt like days, there was one final rip and blast of pain. And then the egg surged into her womb.
It was a new sensation for her, she never had a child. But, the relief of having an egg deep inside her was a burst of pleasure. Her muscles relaxed as the bulge settled into place deep in her most private of places.
Quinn tried to let out a sigh of relief, but couldn't. It was over, she was impregnated. She winced as the ovipositor shifted and prepared for it to withdraw.
It didn't.
A current of fear ran through her. She looked down to see another egg traveling up the ovipositor.
Quinn shook her head and mouthed “no” as loudly as she could.
Mosar didn't listen.
The egg slammed against her pussy and the surged forced it inside the tortured opening. It took less effort but it wasn't any less painful as it travel up her cunt to her cervix. Ripples slammed into her as the creature forced a second egg past her ruined gate.
When it surged into place against the next one, she spasmed with the relief.
She opened her eyes to see another one coming up the translucent tendril. Behind it, more eggs were detaching from the wall and sliding toward the base of the tendril. Tears leaking out of her eyes, she prepared herself for an eternity of torture.
Each one was forced into her tortured sex. She couldn't do anything as they were driven past her destroyed cervix and into her womb. Her belly swelled with every egg, the light from the gelatin spheres growing bright enough she could see them through her skin.
She sobbed helplessly as the pressure increase. Her stomach grew until she looked like she was two months pregnant, then three. Countless eggs were forced into her gaping body and stuffed inside her.
The pressure built until she thought her belly would rip open. It took more waves of strength to force the eggs in. Each one brutalized her destroyed gate, grinding with increasing pressure through the gaping hole.
Finally, it was over. No more eggs traveled down the ovipositor. Her belly was swollen, the skin tight over the glow that emanated from her womb. She looked four months pregnant and the heavy mass buried insider her womb was as distracting as the fish fluttering in her lungs and her desperate attempts to breath.
The ovipositor pulled out.
Her pussy remained gaping open, unable to close over the girth that stretched her open so long. A cloud of dark blood and slime ejected from her pussy.
Deep inside, she felt an egg slip from her destroyed cervix. It popped out and out of her cunt, glowing brighter as it sailed away.
The ovipositor froze as did the other tendrils.
The freed egg's glow brightened until it was as bright as the sun, then it exploded. The concussion wave slammed into her and she was overwhelmed by roar of the explosion. Sharp pains in her ears course through her mind.
Another egg started to slip out. She shook her head, trying to do anything. She yanked at her hand, unsure of what to do, but hoping that holding it inside her would stop it from exploding.
She couldn't move, but somehow Mosar knew her attempts had a purpose.
A tendril slammed into her pussy and to her cervix. It slowed as it reached her cervix and shoved the egg back inside. When it pulled back, the egg started to slip back out.
Quinn shook violently. It hurt to have the egg squeezing past her ruined cervix, the raw and torn muscles were burning hot and no doubt bleeding profusely.
The tendril inside her pushed the egg back, but then continued to slide inside. It coiled over itself in her pussy, swelling up as more of it slipped inside. It teased her insides, but it wasn't thick enough to caress her gaping entrance.
She wasn't sure what it was doing, but more and more continued to slide inside her. A second bulge formed in her pussy, below the swell of her womb.
The tendril continued to coiled inside her, finally stretching the walls of her vagina. It formed a plug inside her, a tight seal that pressed against her cervix and added pressure to every millimeter of her sensitive pussy. Ripples of movement caressed her insides and the fire was reignited inside her.
With pleasure coursing through her veins, Quinn waited for Mosar's next action.
Nothing new happened.
The moment stretched into minutes and then hours.
She couldn't focus on one thing. There was a fluttering in her lungs, a desperate attempt to breathe, pressure in her womb, and a rippling of a tendril buried in her pussy. Each one plucked at her senses and she found herself lost in the overwhelming sensory input. It was maddening and torturous.
It never stopped.