Gender: Female Age: 57 Location: N/A
|Introduction: Jennifer's story continues.|
Note: This story is not meant to stand alone. You should read the three previous parts first.
Jennifer's Story, continued
While Dr. Greenwell (Cindee) was entering numbers into my TV remote to access the video again, she looked over at Kelly, one of my nurses, who had watched the first part of the tape with us. "Kelly, are you willing to share?"
Kelly bit her lower lip and nodded. "Yes ma'am. I don't see why not."
Cindee smiled. "Kelly volunteered to carry the two extra eggs that you were carrying. The male had fertilized them even though they were in your vagina and not in your uterus. They were implanted in her and seem to be doing fine, so hopefully in about two weeks, we'll have nine baby mantises to study instead of only seven."
The last part of her statement made me somehow uneasy. I don't know why I should care, but I didn't like the idea of the babies being subjects for 'study.'
She had the video cued up now so she started it again. She had backed up a bit and once again we saw my body jerk as the ovipositor, coated in the mantises green secretions, touched the slit between my legs. Again we saw the prehensile looking tip wiggle into me, followed by the thicker, muscular shaft of the organ. Once more you could see another, subtle jerk as the creature's advancing member tore through my hymen. And, once more, I found myself aroused by watching my own violation by this monster of an insect. A violation facilitated by the "Cryptid Research Group" which had recruited me as an intern out of college.
I could see my vulva being opened wider as the green, tapered shaft of the ovipositor, propelled by rhythmic muscle contractions, worked it's way deeper into me. It was impossible to tell from the video exactly how far the pulsing shaft had advanced into me, but I knew that that slender tip must soon be squirming into the tiny opening in my cervix and into my womb. Seeing the copious amounts of the green slimy secretions oozing out of me and, pushed along by the wind, flowing back along the ovipositor's shaft, I said, "There sure is enough of that stuff."
"We haven't been able to get a good sample of it," Cindee said, "Seeing as the male pushes most of it out when he mates with you, but Dr. Cheswin, based on my, and now your descriptions, is certain it contains hormones similar to oxytocin and prostaglandins to soften and help dilate the cervix, probably some sort of anesthetic to ease the pain of cervical penetration, and almost certainly some type of strong aphrodesiac. He speculates that vaginal contractions during orgasm of the host help, and may even be necessary, to propel the eggs through the ovipositor."
"An odd kind of symbiosis," observed Kelly, gripping my hand tightly as we watched. "The mantis makes use of your own orgasm to help impregnate you."
"Not all that odd really," I found myself saying, the scientist in me coming forward. "Contractions during normal intercourse cause the cervix to dip into the semen pool, helping to ensure conception in human reproduction."
The undulations of the ovipositor seemed to have speeded up now and I knew that it must be seated inside my womb. I couldn't help but moan, recalling the way those undulations and pulses had made me feel, despite looking at the jungle from 8,000 feet up. Remembering how hard I had cum, seeing the bulges along the shaft of the ovipositor working their way into me, each bulge representing a giant insect egg heading for my womb. It must be some kind of aphrodesiac I told myself. How else could I have cum so hard while being forcibly admitted to the 'mile high club' by a freakish monster?
Cindee squeezed my hand now and I knew that she must be remembering her own capture and impregnation by these gigantic insects.
It was hard to be certain on the video, but I thought I could see the bulges moving along the ovipositor and I knew my on screen self must be cumming, squeezing that shaft, squeezing it with her/my vaginal muscles, forcing the eggs involuntarily into my/her womb. I wanted to touch myself, but with both hands in the grip of my companions, I couldn't. I wanted to cum along with my TV image but all I could do was whimper and struggle, squeezing my thighs together desperately, trying to cum.
At last Cindee, herself looking quite flushed, noticed what I was doing. "Here honey," she said, pulling back the sheet covering me. She released my hand and once virginal little me again found myself unable to refrain from masturbating in front of two people who until recently had been strangers. It didn't take much. In just a few strokes alongside my swollen clit I was gasping and moaning in orgasm, inexplicably wishing I still had that freakish ovipositor in me to contract on.
Then I noticed that the mantis had let go of my shoulders and then, as I watched, it released my hips, holding me only by my still wide open thighs, the ovipositor still disappearing into my sex. I wanted to turn away from that terrifying memory of being dropped into freefall, but it was like my gaze was glued to the screen. Then it let go of me completely. It seemed like the ovipositor itself was supporting me for a moment. Then suddenly I was gone, the mantis alone on the screen briefly before disappearing from sight as well. There were a few confusing images as the camera sought to track me, guided by the microchip and the radar I suppose. Then I was in view again, falling through the sky.
Kelly had a death grip on my hand as she watched, then gasped as the male mantis caught me, momentarily jerking me off the screen again. Unable to support my weight as easily as the larger female, the male had to work quickly to fertilize the eggs the female had implanted. He wasted little time, roughly grabbing my waist, then my thighs, forcing me into position again. His ribbed phallus, oozing the thick green fluid containing even more aphrodesiacs, was thrust quickly into me, the female's remaining fluids visibly being forced out of me as he began thrusting rapidly in and out.
"Geez!" exclaimed Kelly in amazement. "He's like a fucking machine!"
"He's got to be fast," said Cindee. "He's got to cum in her to fertilze the eggs, then force her to cum also, helping her cervix contract to hold the eggs safely in her uterus for incubation."
We must have fallen past the helicopter's altitude because the view switched to one from above instead of below.
"One of the cameras inside the helicopter," explained Cindee.
You coudln't really see much of me under the huge insect, but you could still see the thrusting of his abdomen as he continued to copulate with me even as the jungle got closer and closer. He struggled to slow our descent, trying to inject as much of his semen into me as possible until finally, we were at the trees, brushing the leaves until he managed to maneuver us into a clearing and flop us down on the ground. He thrust two or three more times spasmodically, then tore that phallus out of me and was gone.
Then you could see Cindee leap from the helicopter as it came to a hover in the clearing. She rushed to where I was crouched on all fours, masturbating uncontrollably, the effects of the aphrodesiacs forcing me to make myself cum over and over.
The video ended there and we all kept quiet for a few moments.
"Wow," said Kelly finally, "Just wow."
"Pretty intense," admitted Cindee, "You wanna try it, Kell?"
"You already said it would be too dangerous for you, and I'm bigger than you are, so no."
"Well, Dr. Cheswin has an engineer working on what they hope will be a way for the mantids to procreate without the dangers of flight. It would still require mating with a human host however. Once these eggs hatch, we expect them to grow pretty quickly. Interested?"
"I dunno. It does look intense, but I think maybe just experiencing it vicariously is enough for me."
I broke in with a question. "Dr Greenwell? Cindee, I mean. You said that in two weeks we would have baby mantises. Is that when they'll hatch?"
"I think so," she said. "I might have lost a day while I was trying to find my way out of the jungle, but that should be pretty close. About three weeks total."
"And, you're sure it won't hurt?"
"Positive. They're very small when they're born. It will sort of tickle is all."
I yawned then, exhausted by the video re-living of my 'flight.'
Cindee told Kelly, "I think we should let her get some rest."
They left me here alone. Rubbing my swollen little tummy, wondering what the future will bring.
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