She hung suspended in the dim chamber, wrists bound high above her head with thick ropes that bit into her skin just enough to remind her she was not getting free. The creature had taken its time stripping her, peeling away every layer until her body was bare and displayed like an offering. Its many limbs moved with deliberate patience, wrapping additional cords around her thighs and forcing her legs apart until she was open and helpless, cunt exposed to the cool air and whatever was coming next.
The first egg pressed against her entrance without warning. It was smooth, warm, and larger than any toy she had ever taken.
The creature held her hips steady with two strong appendages while a third pushed the egg forward, stretching her lips wide. She gasped as it breached her, the pressure building until her body yielded and the egg slid inside, settling deep against her inner walls. A second followed immediately, nudging the first higher, and then a third. Each one forced her open again, the stretch burning sweetly before turning into a heavy, filling fullness.
Her breathing grew ragged. The ropes creaked as she instinctively tried to close her legs, but the bindings held her spread. Another egg nudged in, then another, the creature working them into her one by one with slow, relentless pressure. Her cunt clenched around the growing cluster inside her, the eggs shifting and pressing against every sensitive spot. She could feel them crowding together, stretching her from within, the sensation so intense it blurred the line between too much and exactly enough.
The creature’s limbs stroked her thighs, her belly, the undersides of her breasts, keeping her on edge while it continued its work. A sixth egg pushed past her entrance, and she moaned, the sound echoing off the stone walls. Her inner muscles fluttered, trying to accommodate the bulk now packed inside her. She was dripping, arousal slicking the eggs as they were fed into her, making each new insertion easier and filthier at the same time.
When the creature finally stopped, she was panting, belly slightly rounded from the load. The eggs sat heavy and warm inside her, shifting with every tiny movement of her hips. The ropes kept her upright, legs spread, cunt visibly swollen around the base of the last egg that had not quite disappeared inside. The creature ran a slick limb along her stretched entrance, teasing the sensitive skin, and she shuddered, the pressure inside her building toward something she could not name.
It began to rock her body gently, using the ropes to make the eggs move within her. Each shift sent sparks through her core. She could feel them pressing against her cervix, against her G-spot, a constant rolling fullness that made her thighs tremble. The creature added more stimulation, a limb circling her clit in slow, deliberate strokes while another pinched her nipples. She came hard, cunt pulsing around the eggs, the orgasm ripping through her and making the cluster inside shift again.
It did not stop. The creature kept her there, bound and spread, feeding her occasional smaller eggs whenever her body seemed to adjust, keeping her stretched and filled. Hours seemed to pass in that suspended state, her mind hazy with repeated climaxes and the relentless pressure of being used as an incubator. Every time she thought she could take no more, another egg would press in, and her body would yield, accepting it with a wet, obscene sound.
By the time the creature lowered her to a padded surface, still tied but now on her back with legs folded and secured, she was trembling and soaked. The eggs remained inside her, a heavy, constant reminder of how thoroughly she had been claimed. The creature settled between her spread thighs, its limbs stroking her swollen belly while she floated in the aftermath, cunt clenching involuntarily around its load.
She knew it would not be long before it began the process again. The ropes would hold her. Her body would open. And the eggs would keep coming until she was completely, perfectly full.
