Quinn didn't remember when the tendrils had attached to her breasts, but the gentle sucking was an added pleasure to her tortures. Every second, they would suck at her breasts and her body clenched. And then there was a squirt and the pressure relaxed. It was rhythm and pleasurable, a tickle against her senses that matched with the constant coiling in her pussy and the ripples escaping her asshole.
The pleasure warred with the agony. The squirming in her lungs never ceased, her coughs and gagging never ended. The pressure in her womb only increased, grinding against her senses and swelling her until she was ready to pop.
In the last… she couldn't keep track of time. It felt like days, she could feel the eggs slipping against her destroyed cervix, slipping past only to be pushed back in by the coiled tendril in her cunt. The constant passing scraped over the ruined opening had destroyed any chance of it recovering. The exposed nerves never stopped burning though, and she shuddered with the agonizing movement that conflicted with the pleasure.
There was nothing else in her life. No intellectual discussions, no arguments with parents, nothing. Just alone with her pleasure and pain, bobbing in the darkness of some terrible beast.
Quinn slipped in and out of unconsciousness, following the rhythm of her body but no longer caring about anything. She was being bred, there was nothing she could do about it. Her body was made for it, to be abused and violated. Even with the agony, she felt herself smiling to herself as she enjoyed the fulfillment of her purpose.
And then something changed.
One moment, she was bobbing in the water and the next the tendril stuffing her cunt was slipping out. It had been a long time since she remembered how it felt and the shock of having the muscular length slipping out sent an intense wave of pleasure coursing through her body.
Before, the muscles of her cunt would tighten in reflex, but they were long ruined. Her opening gaped as she felt the cold water rushing in, filling her up and against the egg trying to escape.
With nothing to shove it in, it slipped out across raw nerves.
Quinn gasped as the thick, gelatin shape popped into her pussy. A bolt of pleasure filled her as a second one started to escape her womb. There were more in there, hundreds probably. The third one came out faster, bumping against the first two. Moments later, there was four and then five.
The pressure in her cunt increased sharply as the eggs were forced out. They jammed in her pussy for just a moment before slipping out, ejected into the water around her.
The glow increased.
Remembering how the first one exploded, Quinn cringed. She couldn't watch the eggs coming out of her body, her head was still forced back by the feeding tube that pried her jaw apart. She couldn't even move her mouth anymore, it felt like her teeth were sealed or melted into the sheath of the feeding tendril.
But, she could feel the eggs as they popped out, each one forced by the one behind it. The thick, rounded eggs ran along her nerves and rubbed along her inner walls. Each thump against her pussy sent her into the throes of an orgasm which only increased as they popped out of her body.
One of the them floated in the water around her. And then more. The glow surrounded her like a cloud as the eggs—her babies—twitched with movements. The creatures inside had grown. They were fish, but strange ones with large lower jaws and tendrils for fins. They coiled and uncoiled, straining at the confines of their shells.
As she watched, one of them cracked loose. She cringed, waiting for the explosion, but it only burst open in a cloud of slime before swimming past. Black eyes regarded her before it circled around.
More eggs cracked open as the monstrous fish began to school around her.
More eggs slipped from her pussy, rolling against her nerves. The constant pressure of her life relaxed. There was relief, but also sorrow as she felt empty.
Tendrils wrapped around her ribs and then slipped down before squeezing. The pressure against her insides fought with the pressure of the feeding tendril stuffing her from the inside. Her orgasms were crushed as the outer tendrils rolled down, forcing the eggs out of her faster.
The constantly popping past her cervix was as overwhelming as the surge as they were expelled from her pussy. The pleasure and pain blurred together, wracking her body as an orgasm tore through her. She was giving birth to her babies, her eggs.
Her throat vibrated with a moan but she coughed through it. Her aching muscles hurt, but it was nothing compared to expelling the eggs.
A shifting on her breasts drew her attention. Whatever was milking her was moving. She looked up, trying to get a sight when two tendrils coiled into view. They were white with swollen sacks lined up along the edges. One of the sacks burst open and a cloud of milk, lit up by the glow from the fish and the wall of eggs, burst into the water.
The monstrous fish didn't seem to know what to do until one of them swam through the cloud. It doubled back and swam through it faster, piercing the cloud with its wide-open mouth.
More fish swarmed into the cloud, gulping it down. In a matter of seconds, it was gone. The fish schooled together again, swirling around in a cloud of movement.
More of the sacks burst open and the tendril shifted out of the way as the school attacked it. The taste of milk filled the water, the first taste of anything since she was swallowed by the beast. It was sweet against her lips and she tried to gulp it down, not caring that it was from her own breast.
The last egg was pushed out of her body and the tendrils forcing them out relaxed, pulling back. She was empty and used. The void in her pussy and womb was overwhelming and a wave of despair filled her. Was she done? Was that the last of it.
Mosar made no attempt to answer.
The fish, her fish, continued to swarm around her. Their teeth worked as they swam through the clouds of milk.
The white tendrils stretched further away and released another sack.
The school chased after it.
Another sack was released further along, at the edge of her vision.
As the school of monstrous fish chased it, she realized Mosar was leading them away from her. She guessed it was because they were hungry and if there was no milk, there was only one thing left to eat.
(Correct.)
She jerked at Mosar's though, surprised that he answered. She wanted to ask him what was next, but no immediate response came.
Quinn closed her eyes and bobbed in the water. She sobbed, or tried to, at the feeling of being empty. It had been days, weeks, months, she wasn't sure. But the constant pressure in her womb and the coiling in her pussy was a painful when it was gone. It wasn't her purpose, she needed to be bred.
The water swirled around her as she was re-positioned. She opened her eyes and found herself looking at the wall of glowing seeds.
One of them had detached from its lining and was sliding toward the base of the ovipositor. It slipped into the base and then slid down the length.
And then there was pressure at her entrance. The thick ovipositor surged deep into her and sealed against her cervix. Moments later, the first egg jammed against her cunt before slipping into her destroyed cervix and against raw nerves.