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Dr. Ambrose turns the lights on in the breeding lab as he walks in to the sound of a faint whimper. There he looks to see Penny bound to the gyno chair with her sealed pussy covered in roaches, three clamoring to fit their cocks in her pee-hole while the largest suckles on her engorged, twitching, hypersensitive clitoris. Her eyes are white, rolled up in her head as her limp limbs twitch and dangle. She's holding her breath, only taking little gasps every few moments.
“Good morning, Ms. Hall,” the doctor says as he approaches her and strokes her wild, sweaty red hair from her face. “How was your-”
She interrupts him with a jolt and a lamenting cry as she arches her back and her legs clench and jiggle relentlessly, her pussy squirting female ejaculation and roach cum from her only available overburdened hole, only partway expelling the corkscrew cocks embedded in her bladder. They slowly sink back in as her orgasm subsides.
The doctor smiles at her and looks down at her lower stomach, slightly swollen. “Yes that is usually the verdict once a new breeder has spent the night with our roaches.”
“They're crawling,” she whimpers between exhausted breaths. “So deep… So many…”
“How does it feel, Ms. Hall?”
She shivers, her toes curling and twitching. “Full,” she utters in a sustained moan.
“Good, Ms. Hall… get used to that feeling.”
“They keep making me cum,” she whimpers.
“Your cum is in high demand,” he says. “It's sustaining a generation of thousands. You must make an excess of it to fulfill your purpose.”
She twists her face and lets out a noise somewhere between a cry and a laugh, her legs racking against her restraints on the edge of yet another orgasm.
“Just relax,” Dr. Ambrose says, stepping up and grabbing her breasts, massaging them firmly as she groans gutturally.
She lets out a scream and throws her head back as he pinches her nipples, and at the same time, the webbing sealing her pussy shut comes apart, thousands of cockroaches at the normal adult size erupting from her canal with a generous gush of sexual juices.
“Very good, Ms. Hall,” the doctor says, stepping down alongside her and putting his hand on her lower stomach. She cries out as he starts to firmly massage her abdomen, forcing the plentiful roaches out of her cunt gush after gush. Thousands of the tiny vermin start crawling up the walls as the adults finally remove their cocks from her bladder and let go of her swollen clitoris, traveling down to the pool of rich juices on the floor.
She cries out with each push as he continues to massage her lower stomach, smaller and smaller trickles of the offspring squelching out over time.
“Stop,” she begs. “It hurts.”
“Not yet,” he says sternly.
“Please!” She yelps.
“Here it comes,” he says, pushing down again.
She yelps and cries out as the ootheca, now devoid of any young, starts to slide out of her like an empty honeycomb. It shoots out with another gush of her cum and several dozen cockroaches, but even now that it's out, he continues the massage, evoking tortured cries from Penny’s lips.
“Please no more!” She cries.
With one final push of his palm from her belly button to her pubic bone, the first large stowaway roach to enter her pops out and thuds on the container floor sopping wet. She gasps and exclaims with relief, closing her eyes.
“You've done very well, Penny,” he says, cupping her chin in his hand and looking in her eyes. “Staff, please remove her from the isolation chamber,” he says.
The staff come up and unstrap her limbs before the gentle vacuum on her pussy lets go, and her swollen pumped cunt comes out with a sweet wet slap. As soon as she's out, shutters suddenly close on the opening, keeping the roaches inside the chamber.
Penny collapses with exhaustion on the gyno chair.
“It's normal for more to emerge in the first several days after birth,” he says. He steps up to her hips and delicately inspects her swollen pussy lips with gloves, cum dripping from her piss-hole beneath her engorged clit. “This hole has gotten some work now, hasn't it?” He slips his middle finger up into her urethra and she clenches up, cum oozing out around his finger. “They like this hole.” He flexes his finger inside her bladder and she moans exhaustedly.
He removes his finger from her piss hole and spreads her lips again, appreciating their plumpness. As he's looking, a wet cockroach squirms out of her cunt and creeps up to her clit. “How greedy,” The doctor says.
“What's next for the subject, doctor?”
“Give her a few days rest… and then I want her on a new pairing.”
Not having slept at all through the night, Penny finally gives out from exhaustion.
Not far away, Damien is having just the tip of his cock sucked in the pitch dark for the several dozenth time. He whimpers and moans as the largest cockroach’s foul mouth relentlessly polishes the head of his cock, removing any possibility of mercy from the equation as the quivering man continues to leak precum. As long as he continues feeding it, the cockroach will continue feeding.
Dr. Martinez enters and turns on the lights, smirking at the sight of Damien’s conflicted expression. He has been well tenderized by his overnight captors. With the lights on now, Damien can see several dozen of the large female brooders laying around with the implanted cum of others dripping from their hindmost orifices.
All night, his balls were pumped full of cum which was then forcibly emptied into the next available roach cunt, and in between, what was left over in his balls would be sucked out and consumed by other cockroaches. The process would then be painfully repeated, leaving his cock and balls and everything attached to them sore and sensitive. At some points in the night, males would clamor for access to his urethra, some even shoving two cocks in at the same time and pumping him with twice the cum.
“Let him down,” Dr. Martinez orders.
The staff unstrap him from the milking bench, closing up the chamber, and he collapses, barely conscious. The staff holds him up as Dr. Martinez steps in between his legs and lifts his soft cock. She pulls his foreskin back and looks at his punished urethra, spreading it in between her fingertips.
Damien winces awake and squirms slightly. “What are you doing?” He moans.
“I'm gauging your progress,” She says. She reaches down and gently massages his balls, making him flinch and cry out. “Is it sore?” She asks.
“Yeah!” He cries, trying to close his legs.
“You've traded a lot of cum tonight… Good job.” She smiles at him. “I can tell you're going to be good at this… I'm sure to find you a more suitable pairing.”