Containment, Chapter 4, Part 2: Finale

Elaina Wenkmyer couldn’t feel much of anything. Her senses were dulled by the constant throbbing pleasure between her leg and her cocoon made it difficult to distinguish changes in lights and sound. The only thing she could feel was the movement of the creature she was captured by and the jostling of the myriad of eggs currently inhabiting her womb. Her mind was broken, but not shattered, though this left little consolation for the last vestiges of sanity she had left. Every time Wenkmyer stirred in her cocoon, the worm insider her cervix would stir, wriggling like a fish out of water inside her as her body tensed up and shuddered in horrid pleasure. Her hoarse howling barely audible through the thick strands of webbing as she came again and again until the creature stopped.

This was how the Intai Juhen broke people, sexualized, focused, and sensual torture on a scale barely even imaginable. For Wenkmyer, however, torture would have been preferable to the fate she was about to receive. She while she could feel the movement of the capture form, it barely registered to her, but the sudden drop easily brought her fragile mind to the brink of total collapse. The worm inside her felt her twisting and flailing in her cocoon as she plummeted through whatever chasm the form decided to drop her in as it begins squirming and wriggling, trying to get its terrified host to submit. All this did was flood Wenkmyer’s mind with a heightened mix of fear and pleasure. Her howls of terror echoed sporadically as her body twitched and spasmed from orgasm after orgasm. Her voice cracked as screams and moans intermixed in a terrifying cacophony before she hit the soft, fleshy ground.

Her body impacted with a dull thud as the soft ground easily absorbed the impact. The worm continued to writhe spasmodically inside her, punishing its host for its outburst as moans and screams were broken by the shaking of her orgasms. Finally, when the worm deigned her sufficiently punished, it relaxed, leaving Wenkmyer panting and twitching in a pool of her own juice. Her chapped lips and hoarse voice did little to bring her comfort and her mind hung tenuously by a thread over the pit of sheer insanity. Wenkmyer had no concept of time anymore, though through her last vestiges of sanity, she cursed the Inju with every breath, wishing they would just hurry up and finish her.

Her wish came through as the ground beneath her back and head began to sag even more. A hole opened behind her as her body slid into the dark, dripping depths. She had no idea, but the hive mind was already maturing and had been processing those captured, relegating the poor souls to a world of everlasting, sexual torment. For Elaina, the fate couldn’t have been worse. Unbeknownst to her, the hive mind could sense her latent psychic potential as the capture form neared the growing mass of flesh and sinew that made up the burgeoning hive. And so, it decided to make use of her, not only as a source of energy, but also to amplify its range and power.

Soon, Wenkmyer’s cocoon began to dissolve as juices seeped through the threads and broke down the glue that kept it attached to her body. It felt like she was being swallowed by the hive as the tube pulsed and pushed her deeper into the construct. Eventually, Wenkmyer found herself falling again, though this time, it wasn’t as torturous as the first, the worm didn’t react and for a moment she thought it might have left her when she was swallowed. But then she impacted the surface of one of the spawning pools, slime and fluid engulfed her as the worm started writhing again, slowly inching itself out to allow the eggs inside her to hatch and leave their incubator. To Wenkmyer, having the worm leave her cervix was worse than having it put in as it brought her already sensitive g-spot more stimulation. She opened her mouth to scream but it was flooded by the salty fluid, her body twitch and spasmed as her belly started to pulse with new, abhorrent life.

Slowly, the worm left her cervix, but not before leaving its small, syphon like mouth attached to her uterus. This allowed the fluid to flood the spaces between the eggs, breaking down the shell and allowing the larvae to begin hatching inside their host. Wenkmyer was still in the throes of a microgasm and initially failed to notice the increasing feeling of pressure in her womb. However, soon, it became all but too much as the creatures hatched and began pushing their way out of her womb. By now, her bloated form was all but churning with new life as her body spasmed and convulsed with a strange, new feeling of pleasure.

One by one, the larval Inju pushed passed the entrance of her cervix, breaking the seal left by the mouth as the traveled down her birth canal. She wanted to scream, but her cries of erotic agony were muted by the translucent slime. She felt her pussy lips part as one after another, the fat slug like creatures pushed out and slithered into the fluid, moving out to find new women to gestate in. Wenkmyer had no idea how many were inside her, the only hint was the maddening pleasure of their birth as her bloated womb slowly emptied of life. Eventually, the last of the larvae squirmed its way out of her depths, leaving her twitching sporadically in the slurry of slime. She barely felt anything and did not have the energy to resist as she felt herself slip into another chamber as the slime drained.

Wenkmyer coughed and writhed as the warm, moist air of the chamber hit her skin. Her head spun, and her eyes were a blurry mess of tears and haze as she squirmed on the soft, meaty ground. Instinctively, she clutched her stomach, coughing up more of the slime that had made it into her lungs before she doubled over and wretched, expelling a foul concoction of bile and slime. The bitter taste causing her to shiver in disgust and fear. “Oh god… Oh god… oh god…” She mumbled, crying softly as she tried to get to her feet. Her body trembled from exhaustion and her core ached from the abuse it took. As her vision cleared, the sound of tortured moans slowly filled her ear as Wenkmyer found out where she was.

She could vaguely recall reading reports on this but seeing the inside of an Inju Hive in person, was never something she wanted to experience. Interspersed with the cries of agonizing pleasure, the screams, squeals, and shouts of Inju constructs filled the air. Wenkmyer knew she was done for and nothing short of divine intervention could save her. As she stood, she found it difficult to keep her balance on the soft, mailable floor, and she dared not lean on the walls for fear of some tendril pulling her into a worse situation than what she found herself in.

Each step felt like agony as the aphrodisiac wore off and the pain of labor caught up with her, moreover, the humid air of the hive made it difficult for her to breath and she found herself coughing up mucus with alarming frequency. However, she did not have the luxury of stopping and resting. Insectoid creatures scurried along the walls and corridors of the hive, each one similar enough to belong to a set overarching goal yet specialized enough to fulfill whatever task the Hive Mind deemed necessary. Each time one of the constructs drew close to her, another path would open in the wall which she would be forced to take, or she would fall through the floor, landing on another level of the hive. In the back of her mind, Wenkmyer knew she was being pushed deeper into the hive, most likely towards a central chamber. Moreover, she knew the Inju enjoyed toying with their prey, the report from Kentaurus stated as much.

But this was something far beyond anything the Kentaurus files even hinted at. A strange bellowing roar cut through the soft squelching of the living hallways as a bulky, bipedal monstrosity stalked into view. It was nothing like the insectoid horrors that the Inju favored, this one seemed to be a mix of amphibian and some great, ape-like monster from a far-off world. It stood more than a foot taller than Wenkmyer and its skin shimmed with some protective ooze as it looked in her direction, eyes set into it shoulders as a slit down the center of its chest gave away its mouth. It looked at her as a long, pink tongue slipped from its lips, hovering in mid-air as it gained her scent. Wenkmyer knew she should recognize this creature, but in her fear, her mind was drawing a blank. She could feel something in the back of her mind, something foreign that was enjoying her terror and dread.

The creature took a step forward, its bulky and powerful arms moving steadily towards her as it started to gain speed. Wenkmyer wanted to move out of the way, she wanted to run, but something kept her from moving. She glanced down, half expecting to see herself sinking into the floor, but there was nothing, her feet stood in a puddle of slime but it hadn’t prevented her from moving before. She glanced up, seeing the ape like mockery of science bounding towards her at max speed, its tongue coiled against its chest as if it was getting ready to strike out. “Dammit, move. Move!” She cursed, trying to get her body to respond as what sounded like the laughter of some sick, sadistic child echoed in the far corners of her mind. She tried to force herself to move, managing to get one foot to move slightly before the floor opened beneath her.

The sudden drop was more than enough to jolt her back to reality as she hit the floor of another chamber, landing in a deep recess of slime as the creature lunged for her, lashing out with its tongue to try and prevent its prey from escaping. She crawled her way out of the slime, wiping it from her face and eyes as she looked up, seeing the creature trying to enlarge the hole to pursue its new plaything. Looking around, she spotted an exit on the far side of the chamber, but hesitated. “If this thing is playing with me, I doubt it’ll let me spoil its fun by just standing here.” She looked up, seeing the creature grow increasingly frustrated as it began bashing the floor with its fists, trying to get it to cave in. Wenkmyer felt the strength of the impacts through her feet and looking up again, she could see that the hole had indeed began to widen.

“I guess I have no choice but to play its game.” She thought, taking off in a full sprint towards the exit. The entrance looked like an enlarged sphincter as it opened, allowing Wenkmyer through as she ran down the corridor. If anything was clear, the hive mind had played her for a while, utilizing the “catch and release” protocols for any specimens obtained by the science department to slowly grow its biomass. She kicked herself for being so stupid as to allow something like that to pass, despite protests from some of her science team. Wenkmyer followed the corridor until the shrill screams of the creature faded in to muffled white noise, though she wondered why it would allow her to get so far. As she rounded a corner, another opening led her through a gallery laden with her captured coworkers.

Dozens of women were displayed in hedonistic fashion, each one trapped in inescapable bliss as their bodies writhed within thin sheets of transparent membrane. Each one was trapped in a different position, though the hands and legs were similarly bound within the wall of pulsating meat. Wenkmyer could hear the tortured, hoarse voice of each woman as she stood in the center of the hallway gallery, staring slack jawed as her mind struggled to comprehend the blatant debauchery and hedonism set before her. Without thinking, her legs carried her forward as the cries seemed to match her speed. The faster she went, the moans carried into shouts and cries of torturous ecstasy as the women in the walls were pounded faster and harder than they had previously.

Wenkmyer covered her ears and shut her eyes, screaming in terror as she ran, smacking into the soft flesh on the other side of the room, knocking her to the ground as she broke down. Dazed, she curled herself into a ball and sobbed as she tried to block out the hideous sounds of orgasmic pleasure. Even as the floor beneath her gave way and the cries and shouts faded, she did not come out of hysteria. She was broken, all the terror and fear she felt as the hive mind toyed and played with her flooded her as the emotional dam broke and her psyche was awash with crippling fear and hopelessness. She did not even struggle as the tendrils coiled around her body and lifted her out of the puddle she landed in. In the back of her mind, the feeling of torment faded as a voice began speaking to her, it sounded like her colleagues, all of them speaking in unison as the tentacles slowly coiled around her arms and legs, snaking towards her torso.

Her body shook as the terror that had flooded her system left her in flight mode and she lifted her head seeing two bodies trapped inside a tissue like cocoon. Each one had life gestating within them, but strangely enough, it seemed more beautiful than terrible. Her eyes searched for any detail that might betray their identities, but there was nothing. She saw tentacles moving with the cocoon with almost a sense of tenderness that betrayed the malign intentions. Wenkmyer’s eyes wandered still, observing the wrinkles and creases that lined the wall before coming to rest on a large growth that was in the middle of the two women.

The hive mind relished the growing realization it sensed within Elena Wenkmyer, even more than it had savored her panic and her gradual descent into hopeless terror. She would be the prey it most savored, even more than the scientist who so helpfully allowed it to gestate inside her womb, even more than the director whose hubris led her to doom the facility. It was this one that would allow it to command the dormant forms and bioships that had slowly drifted into this sector of space. This human female held the key to its ascension and would link it to the other hive minds spread across the outer ring of the galaxy. With this, the net would be complete and the Intai Juhen would swallow every sentient lifeform, but first a connection needed to be made.

Wenkmyer felt herself move towards an opening above the growth though any will to fight had fled her. She barely whimpered as the tentacles gingerly placed her inside the chamber and the voice in her head grew to a frightening crescendo. A membrane grew around her, trapping her with the chamber as tendrils directed her arms and legs into pores laden through it. She felt tentacles begin to slither across her body, probing and prodding her physical form. When one slithered towards her mouth, she did not resist as it pressed past her lips and slowly pushed into her throat, eliciting a half-hearted groan of discomfort as it traveled down her throat. Her body still fought, gaging and chocking as the thick appendage bullied its way past her uvula and its flared tip mimicked that of an equine cock. Her body reacted similarly as another slithered between the cheeks of her ass and pressed against her sphincter, shivering and bucking as it tried to resist the foreign probe.

Then, the tentacle in her mouth started to pull out, dragging her saliva out in long lines as precum dripped from its tip. There was an intoxicating numbness to it as she swallowed the alien fluid, letting the warmth it brough radiate throughout her core before she felt it push back in. Her gag was softer as the phallus like tentacle pushed past her uvula, bulging her throat again with its girth as it gradually repeated this process again and again with growing speed. Wenkmyers defeated groans gradually turned to moans of pleasure as she felt the tentacle expel more of the aphrodisiac laced numbing agent. Gradually, her body relented as the invader pressed pass her clenching sphincter, drawing forth a pleasured yelp from the trapped director.

She could feel both pushing and prodding around her body as more tentacles coiled around her, slathering her body in a sticky, opaque fluid. Her breasts became especially sensitive as her nipples became painfully erect, trembling as they were engulfed by the suckers of a set of octopoidal tentacles. She moaned through the tentacle in her throat as her breasts were caressed and kissed by dozens of suckers, her slit leaking profusely by this point as her body shivered and shook from inhuman bliss. It was almost too much to bare as the juices from her slit started to pool in the crevasses beneath her hip, and had she been in any right mind, even through what would normally be a terrifying and traumatic experience, she would have noticed the pod drinking her in as the crevasse formed into a sort of mouth.

She barely registered when the mouth suctioned itself against her, undulating and lapping at her cunt as a slow, vibrating nub pressed against her outstretched clit. With almost a hundred women enslaved to its will, the hive mind knew how to pleasure a woman to the point of breaking, each woman inside its fleshy cage was constantly in the throws of orgasmic pleasure, and Elena Wenkmyer, its former warden was no different. The stimulation Elena felt was almost maddening as her body radiated with pleasure and the sounds of her moans and cries were broken by the gagging, chocking sound of the equine tentacle thrusting deeper and deeper into her. Soon, she felt it stop as both it and the one exploring her large intestine grew engorged, blowing their loads simultaneously and violently as they pulled out of her.

Wenkmyer felt her face get showered in alien spunk as she sputtered and coughed, spitting up some of the thick fluid. Her body shivered and ached as her orgasm arrived shortly after, drenching the mouth clamped to her crotch in her nectar as cum leaked from her twitching sphincter and dripped from her mouth onto her breasts. Wenkmyer gasped and panted as she swallowed the spunk in her mouth, flashing the tentacle a cum drunk smile, her mind long past any sense of sanity or rationality. Her body ached with pleasure as she stretched out her neck, trying to lick the semen of the tip of the tentacle dangling in front of her. She failed to notice the flesh pod slowly molding itself to her, trapping her further as her ability to move was gradually taken away. Even as the membrane keeping her trapped inside the pod adhered itself to her skin, she felt nothing but pleasure.

She imagined herself on the outside, masturbating to the display as a tentacle slipped out from above her, converging with two others to form a mask that adhered to her head. She opened her mouth, gasping as she felt in her lungs begin to burn as two tentacles punched through, pushing back down her throat as one entered her windpipe, sealing itself as the other pushed down her esophagus. Air once again filled her lungs, though tainted with aerosol aphrodisiacs as the one in her throat pushed all the way down into her stomach, pumping it full of nutrient solution to slow her aging and keep her body as it was the day she was captured. Another invaded her ass, plunging through her depths as the hive mind prepared her for an eternity of servitude. Then, came another, large and bulbous, it pressed against her pussy lips, prodding and pushing as Wenkmyers body struggled to move. Her moans, muffled as they were by the mask, echoed throughout the chamber as she felt it slowly pry her soaked labia apart and push into her birth canal.

The feeling from this alone sent her into another orgasm as the bumpy, spherical shapes inside the tentacle pushed past her lips. When the first of the orange sized orbs pushed into her womb, what was left of Elena Wenkmyer knew she was breeding the next generation of Intai Juhen monstrosities, but as the first orgasm rolled into the next and the next, she hardly cared. She was resigned to her fate as a brood mother, and as the eighth egg pressed and bulged through her skin, she could think of no other fate she wanted.

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Even as the conference ended, Devon Powell fumed about the colossal SNAFU he had to deal with. It was an expensive loss to be sure, not only had he lost one of the foremost minds on the Intai Juhen, Dr. Mina Sokolev, but the loss of assets, resources, and personnel would cost Paralaxia billions in gag orders, restructuring, and asset recovery. Heads were going to roll for this, and in fact, he had people getting a head start on that. Several board members would tragically pass from unforeseen health complications within the coming weeks, other personnel would become the victims of burglary gone wrong, and others still, those he felt were personally responsible for this, would simply disappear. That would be the easy part, there was a reason his family had set up the corporate bureaucracy to be completely mind boggling to the prying eyes of trade commissions, investigative bodies, and corporate competitors. For all tense and purpose, Paralaxia was a nation without a border, Powell’s father likened it to some villianous organization from those old spy vids they watched together. In some ways he was right, and Powell knew that this was the way things had to be.

With a quick push of a button on his desk, the faraday cage lowered, and he typed in a number leading to a fake account. Every corporate entity, once it went interstellar, was given access to this number as a means of putting out fires that it did not want people to know were waging. Powell knew this was one hell of a fire that needed putting out, but there was a plan for something just like this. The line beeped as he punched in numbers for transfers to other lines before he found the one he wanted. “Speak.” A voice on the other end said, her feminine voice worn rough by what sounded like two packs a day for thirty years. Powell knew better, that voice was the result of direct exposure to one of the chemical agents a subsidiary of his manufactures. “Cynthia, you’re sounding better than the last time we spoke.” He said, smiling as he could imagine her expression and before she could launch into her rant and hang up, he spoke those sweet words that made every merc’s mouth water. “I’ve got a job for you.”