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Humanity was under threat by a plague of parasites, and only you knew of it.
Well, aside from your victims, of course.
It began two years ago; a secret laboratory suffered a break-out of their experimental specimens, and were unable to contain the mutated creatures before they escaped into the populace. Because their work had been highly unethical and illegal, the scientists could not report the danger, and instead cut all ties and fled the country.
You had been part of the criminal gang that had been secretly supplying the lab with materials and ingredients. So when you made the latest delivery, only you knew of what happened.
And littered in the halls were numerous pill-bug-like insects, roughly the size of horseshoe crabs. They weren’t aggressive, nor did they scurry away when you approached them. You explored the abandoned lab, and found the scientist’s files.
Apparently, they had been trying to create a breed of insects that could act as a mobile bioweapon. These pillbugs would be deployed in foreign countries, and they would eat all the vegetation while destroying man-made infrastructure. They would be insusceptible to gunfire, bombs, or pesticides. They’d be able to withstand extreme climates and altitudes.
However, the scientists had run into several setbacks. The pillbugs could not be bred to eat anything other than mammalian milk, thanks to their DNA splicing. They could not get the pillbugs to mate amongst each other to maintain a steady population to overwhelm the local flora and fauna. The pillbugs, while hardy, only drank milk and remained passive.
But one day, a pillbug had latched onto the chest of a scientist, and pinched her breast using their mandibles. The scientist had cried out, and her colleagues had at first, thought she was in pain. But she did not move from her spot, nor try to push off the pillbug biting her. Her lab assistant finally peeled off the pillbug, and the scientist was later examined to have no injuries, not even puncture marks on the skin where she had been bitten. The scientist insisted that nothing unusual had resulted from the bite, and the event was dismissed.
But later, that same scientist would disappear for hours at a time, and also stayed in the lab long into the night. Eventually, another scientist followed her, and discovered that she would remove a pillbug from its enclosure, and bring it to her bare breast. The pillbug would latch onto her nipple, suckling. And the scientist was clearly in great pleasure - smiling and moaning, but it was more than simple arousal. She was completely ignorant to all around her, even when the spying scientist tried to confront her.
Testing resulted that the pillbugs produced a narcotic venom that had profound results in humans. When exposed under any method - whether it be ingested, absorbed through the skin, or injected into the bloodstream - it resulted in an euphoric state that greatly surpassed the pleasure of orgasm, and other known drugs. The human system also reacts by slowing the heartbeat and other organ activity, making the entire body enter a state of extreme relaxation. Neuron activity spoke of human victims under a trance similar to REM sleep, where they had little to know awareness of their surroundings.
When the scientist was asked how it felt to be under the pillbug venom, she explained it to be extreme happiness. “Like you’re being bathed in sunlight, and at complete peace with the world. You could feel no pain, or sadness, or any sort of discontentment. It’s so much more than sexual pleasure; the biggest climax pales in comparison to what the pillbugs cause. It’s pleasure like you’ve never felt pleasure before.”
When the pillbugs are removed from their human victims, the subjects immediately regain all consciousness, and also memories of what occurred when under the pillbug venom. The shift in state is within a single second from removal of the pillbug. And when the pillbug is placed upon the victim again, the change to euphoria is also instantaneous.
The venom itself is habit-forming, but not addictive; the human body does not become accustomed to the venom, and no withdrawal occurs. However, victims become heavily infatuated with the pillbug’s influence, quickly centering their life around the pleasure they obtain from partaking in ‘pillbug activity’.
The scientist that had discovered the pillbug’s influence became their first human test subject. The next morning, she was confronted with her secret, and then the guards attempted to subdue her. She had fought, but in a stroke of inspiration, another scientist brought in a pillbug and raised it to her chest, where it latched on immediately. And with a shaky gasp, the scientist went limp, her eyes half-lidded and her mouth slack in a smile. And she would not struggle even when she was undressed and carted away.
She was placed in the tank with the rest of the pillbugs, which the scientists observed. At first, she simply allowed the pillbugs to suckle from her - she was not yet lactating, and wouldn’t for two more days, but the pillbugs nursed enthusiastically anyways. Eventually, the pillbugs began to flex strange appendages from underneath their lower shell, exacerbated when she was nearby. One day, the scientist absently shifted her position so that her pelvis was unexposed, and a nearby pillbug flexed a penis that unfurled like a curled ribbon, resulting in a restless worm-like appendage of fifteen inches in length.
The pillbug mounted itself upon the woman’s pelvis, and thrusted its entire penis within her sex, folding upon itself to totally emerge itself within the flesh. And the scientist had reacted accordingly, letting out a high-pitched scream of pleasure and twisting her body in throes. The pillbug did not thrust itself, its penis writhed enthusiastically enough on its own.
The pillbug ejaculated within the minute, resulting in a teaspoon of a foamy substance that was tested to be sterile. However, it had been rife with pillbug venom, and it forced the scientist to remain in an euphoric state for several hours, even after all pillbugs had been removed from her.
One day, the locking mechanism of the tank had failed, and the bugs escaped from the enclosure to chew on all the wiring, metal, plastic, and rubber of the facility, as they were bred to do. More than twenty bugs had escaped. The scientists had gathered what they could, and destroyed all evidence of their involvement. You only had just managed to hack into a dying console to read their files, and the computer broke completely soon after you finished.
You had experience in dealing drugs, thanks to your gang involvement. And this sounded like a prime business opportunity.
So you carted six pillbugs home, hiding them in a shopping cart, and then released them into the second, smaller bathroom of your apartment.
And you began planning.
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As a professional rule, you never sampled your merchandise yourself. It made for bad business practices, not to mention risking poor decisions made while under the influence.
But this time, you couldn’t help but consider breaking that rule.
You watched a pillbug crawl towards you, like a lost puppy. When you moved away, the pillbug paused until you stopped, then changed direction to crawl towards you again.
So you picked it up, and examined it closely - it weighed more than you thought, and felt cold to the touch. Surprisingly soft, too, especially its squishy sides. The head of the pillbug looked like any other beetle you’ve seen; with a round, flat face, and eyes that spoke of an oddly innocent and cute expression. Its mouth, however, did not have mandibles, but instead was a sucker-like hole, the type that caterpillars have. You looked underneath to see that the mouth was lined with several teeth that looked needle-sharp.
But the files had said that the pillbugs do not leave any injuries, and their ‘teeth’ are actually soft filaments that bend and flex to act as a second pair of lips.
This close, you could smell the venom. It had a pungence that reminded you of peppercorn, but a strange aromatic sweetness like the aftertaste of bourbon. The pillbug wiggled calmly as you considered it.
For added security, you set your phone alarm to ring at maximum volume after ten minutes, and placed it next to your ear as you leaned back against the couch. You raised the hem of your shirt, aimed the pillbug at your breast, and brought it to your flesh.
As you felt the pressure of its mouth upon your nipple, the effect was immediate. It was as if you had been dipped into a warm bath of perfect temperature, and all your muscles had become as loose as noodles. A great pleasure overcame your brain, clouding all thought and concern. You couldn’t even recall what worried you before. You couldn’t recall anything, not even your name. No thought crossed your mind. It was complete bliss.
The scientist had been right; a simple orgasm couldn’t compare to this. The feeling was similar, but so much more intense and fulfilling. Rather than the arousal being centered in your stomach, and it blooming larger as your ire grew, this pleasure had been thrust upon your entire body like a warm blanket.
And much too soon, you could hear the blaring of your phone alarm next to your head. And although you could hear it clearly, you were barely aware of it. If you were lucid, the volume of the alarm would have hurt your ears. As it was, you could have ignored it forever, and not be bothered in the slightest.
But you willed any shred of conscious thought to gather up your arm and wrap it around the pillbug. You had intended to pull it away, but embracing the bug instead made you feel even more satisfied. It felt like you were truly nursing the bug, and you wanted it to continue, never to stop.
But the longer you were under its spell, the harder it was to step away. So with one last groan, you pried the bug away from your breast, where it unlatched from your nipple with a loud suction. And immediately upon losing contact, all your senses rushed back in a rude awakening. The alarm was a sharp pain in your ear, the bug’s saliva cold upon your skin. There was no after-pleasure glow, only the benign clarity of lucidity.
However, you got what you wanted. You knew the pillbug’s power, and could now reenact your next step.
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The doorbell rang, and you let in your associate Mandy. She had joined your gang a few months ago, being the cousin of your ex-boyfriend. At first, she was trustworthy, but began selling bits on the side and letting slip to the police when she was cornered.
She didn’t know that you had proof of her insolence, but she suspected that you weren’t pleased, nevertheless.
Therefore, you had to act fast; either she abandons the gang completely and rats you all out, or you do something to regain her loyalty completely.
And what promises loyalty more than an addiction only you could supply?
Mandy smiled, and you ushered her into your living room. You served a bottle of beer to you both, and Many lit a cigarette.
“So, you got a new job for me, boss?” she asked, sitting on the couch.
“I do,” and you busied yourself with the nearby box, pretending to gather up papers. “It’s something unprecedented, but it has high promises.”
“And high stakes as well, I’m guessing.”
You laughed. “Not exactly.”
And you stood up to approach Mandy, holding a pillbug close to her. She turned, and her expression shifted into horror. “W-What the hell is that?!”
“I’ve got a new trick up my sleeve. And this little thing,” you jostled the pillbug gently, like it was a baby, “is gonna get me to the top of the city.”
Mandy was speechless, and you took the opportunity to lean even closer.
“See, with this pillbug, I’m going to make all my enemies into friends, and all my friends into slaves. There’s nothing and no one that could top this thing I’ve got in my arms.”
“The hell,” Mandy breathed. “Where the fuck did you even get that thing? What do you plan to do with it?”
Your eye traveled to the hem of her shirt - she was wearing a sweater, and the hem was tight against her waist. So instead, you eyed the v-shaped collar of the sweater, already low enough to see the dip of her cleavage. You smiled.
“I plan to do this -” and with a mighty push, you tugged down Mandy’s collar to reveal the cup of her bra, which you quickly clawed away as well. Mandy was completely caught off-guard, but was about to fight back before you managed to press the pillbug upon her chest.
“AAAAH!” Mandy screamed in terror, but the scream continued as the pillbug latched onto her nipple, and you knew it had translated into a cry of pleasure. Her tense body instantly relaxed, falling heavily upon the seat of the couch, where she flailed her hands uselessly and her legs flexed feebly.
You leaned over to see Mandy’s face; her eyes were rolled backwards, and her mouth was still open from her scream, but now it was frozen in a silent laugh as the pleasure overtook her. She cried out again, her torso bucking forward lightly.
You let Mandy writhe for thirty seconds, and then reached over to remove the pillbug. Mandy’s face melted from ecstasy to horror within half a second, and she scurried away on her hands, falling off the couch and onto the ground.
You held the pillbug threatenly in front of you, slowly approaching her. “You see? This thing is gonna make everyone love me. Even if they don’t want to.”
“N-no …” Mandy covered her exposed breast with her hand, and tried to stand up. But you were quicker, and kneeled on top of her legs to pin her down, and forced the pillbug upon her breast once again.
Mandy screamed like before, and when the pillbug latched on, she let out a laugh just as high-pitched. You saw her expression shift from fear to pleasure within a heartbeat - her eyes were squeezed shut and her mouth strained in a yell, but it morphed into a pleasure-soaked smile while the lines around her closed eyes relaxed into bliss.
And there you left Mandy for the remainder of the day, eventually removing her sweater to allow another bug to nurse. The addition of a second pillbug had prompted Mandy to cry out and weakly twist her body in uncoordinated, slow spasms, like she was trying to find purchase. So you wrapped her hands around the pillbugs suckling her, and she sighed in satisfaction, cradling them like infants.
Later in the evening, when you had left the apartment and came back, you returned to see a third pillbug that was covering Mandy’s mouth with the backside of its abdomen, and its worm-like penis was being lovingly licked and sucked. You saw Mandy’s tongue curl around the worm lazily, and her lips pursing upon the thin appendage.
You put down your shopping bags, and pulled out the leather ties and straps you had went out to purchase. They were factory-ironed, designed to immobilize horses and other draft animals, and near-impossible for a human to break out of. Mandy, as hypnotized as she was, remained limp as you dragged her into your attic, and placed her near the far wall. The straps were first chained to the metal rapports of the wall relief, and then placed upon Mandy’s wrists, ankles, and neck. Only your key could unlock the stainless steel padlock that tied it all together.
You tested the strength of the straps, and concluded it strong indeed. But to be sure, you removed the pillbugs from Mandy once more, allowing her face to slip from a dazed smile to an anguished grimace as soon as the last pillbug was peeled off with a soft suction noise.
“These bugs feel good, don’t they?” You teased.
“F-fuck you,” Mandy spat. Her eyes were rife with furious tears. It truly was as if she hadn’t spent the last five hours pleasured out of her mind.
“You’ll be eating those words soon enough,” you replied evenly, and carried the bugs away, one under each arm. “I’ll see you later. Right now, I’ve got to get back in touch with your cousin - it’s been too long since Colter and I spoke.”
You heard Mandy let out an angry sob before straining at her ties, but you ignored it, and locked the attic door behind you. If Mandy did indeed escape those bonds, she’d have to make it past you before managing to reach the front door. Plus, you could probably throw one of these pillbugs onto her naked chest, and she’d drop to the ground, dripping.
Placing the bugs back into your bathtub, you picked up your phone to call your ex-boyfriend, Colter.
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At midnight, you had gone back to force bugs upon Mandy once more. She indeed hadn’t managed to escape, only rubbing her wrists and ankles raw with her struggling. You had approached with a pillbug in your hands, and Mandy tried in vain to shield herself. But you had tied her so that she could not bring her arms to her chest, nor kick her legs from where they lay splayed behind. She was in a perpetual kneeling-like position, her legs bent far apart, with the collar around her neck allowing only enough slack for Mandy to not feel totally uncomfortable.
You held the pillbug upon her chest, where it latched instantaneously. Mandy, by this point, knew the drill. She had turned her head away, her eyes screwed shut, knowing what was about to come. And when it did, her body did not completely limp like it would before, although her face did smooth into a soft smile. You feared that the pillbug venom was become less potent, but after testing Mandy’s reflexes, you realized that it was indeed as powerful as before. Mandy was just become more accustomed to the shift.
You supported the pillbug’s underside for a while, and then stepped back slowly. The pillbug remained still upon her breast, not slipping. You saw that the dull pincers of its six legs were pressed into her skin, finding purchase.
You had turned to walk away when you heard a trickling sound - Mandy had wet her pants while in the throes of pillbug venom, and she continued to laugh breathlessly, completely uncaring. It was to be expected, you supposed. It’s been a full day since Mandy’s arrival here, after all.
So you used the pocket knife on your keychain to cut away Mandy’s soiled jeans and underwear, also removing her shoes and socks. She was now completely naked, and when you crouched to cut away her panties, you saw it completely dark with her wetness, but the spot was half-dry - it resulted from when you forced Mandy under the venom for several hours, yesterday.
And, funnily enough, you saw that Mandy had decided to get a professional ‘vagazzle’ of silver crystals upon her pelvis, making the shape of a glittering butterfly right above the slit of her vagina. Ironic that a bug would be her the source of her unearthly pleasure.
By morning, you removed the pillbug once more, and this time Mandy didn’t even try to struggle upon lucidity; she simply slumped at her side, exhausted. You laughed.
“Colter’s coming over soon,” you told her. “Think he’ll enjoy the bugs as much as you do?”
Mandy didn’t respond, only turning her head away in shame.
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Your ex-boyfriend feigned nonchalance as best he could when he arrived, but you could tell he wondered about why he was invited at all. You told him that you had a business opportunity that he couldn’t pass up, and you knew he’d do anything for the promise of money.
Forcing a bug upon him was easier than it was with Mandy. You pretended that you wanted to get back together again, and pressed your body sensually upon his. He was hesitant, but spoke in a low voice that betrayed his interest.
“So,” he whispered with a cocky smile, “You’re good with us, again?”
You smiled back, and slowly pushed your hand under his shirt. “In a sense, yeah.”
Before he could manage more than a puzzled look, you revealed the pillbug you had been holding in front of you, and placed it upon his pectoral before he could back away in shock at the sight. The pillbug latched onto his small nipple, and you saw him double over in both surprise and pleasure.
“Aahh!” he cried out, and breathed heavily for a heartbeat, his hands held akimbo like he was about to try to peel it off, before his legs turned to jelly and he collapsed on the ground, moaning and writhing like Mandy.
You had been worried that the pillbugs wouldn’t affect Colter like they did you and Mandy, although in hindsight that worry didn’t particularly make sense. The pillbugs clearly affected Colter’s body the same way it did anywhere else - you could already see a large bulge upon his crotch.
You removed Colter’s shirt, and dragged him to the attic next to Mandy, who woke up and looked with defeat at Colter’s writhing form tied up next to her. The pillbug remained latched happily upon Colter’s broad chest, and you noticed that Mandy’s gaze lingered upon the bug with just the tiniest bit of longing.
Colter’s eyes were open, but half-lidded, seeing nothing even as you stroked his cheek and thumbed at his slack mouth. You had known his face when in pleasure, and you were sure that Colter has never been this satisfied before.
When you were certain that Colter was securely tied up, you removed the pillbug and stared with interest as Colter’s expression melted into horror, like Mandy’s had.
“It’s only been two days, and Mandy’s already crazy about this thing,” you moved the pillbug to Mandy nearby, who only averted her gaze somberly before entranced once more with the pleasure of the bug. “Amazing, aren’t these things? Think of what I could do with them, honey. Think of what you could do for me, when you’re hooked.”
“W-what …” Colter stammered, and he strained against his restraints, staring at Mandy’s rolled eyes and vacant smile. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? What are those things?!”
You stepped heavily upon the bulge still straining against Colter’s pants, and he yelped in pain before trying in vain to shove you off. “Never you mind what they are, or where I got them. All you gotta worry about is how to behave, so that I may grace you with them. If you don’t be a good boy, Colter, you’re not gonna get the bug.”
Colter spat at you, and growled. “Fuck you, and fuck those things! Let me out of here, you crazy fuck!”
At Colter’s words, you merely removed the pillbug from Mandy and prepared to place it upon Colter’s chest again. And upon seeing the bug, his expression changed from furious to terrified.
“Get that thing away from me! No! NO!” He strained with all his might, and the momentum from his struggling propelled his body back heavily as the pillbug suckled him again, forcing the ecstasy upon him and making his yell of fear turn into a loud cry of delight.
As Colter remained under the pillbug venom, you removed his pants to release his erection, rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. Struck with an idea, you stroked his length, and watched his expression closely - Colter didn’t seem to notice your touch at all, not acting accordingly as you stroked, or let go of his length. His pleasure was completely hinged upon the pillbug.
He ejactulated less than a minute later, letting out an impressive series of pulsing, ropes of seed spraying upon your hand and his thighs. But he didn’t arch his back or cry out, as if he wasn’t climaxing at all.
Well, technically he was. The pillbug’s venom made their victims feel as if lost within a never-ending orgasm of the most satisfying, more fulfilling pleasure. A normal climax probably didn’t make a scratch upon the surface of what the pillbugs caused.
Mandy had been watching you, but she kept shifting her gaze to the pillbug nursing from Colter. You caught her eye, and she saw the knowing glint in your eye.
Mandy tried to turn away, but you kneeled closer to her, and whispered in her ear.
“Do you want the bugs, Mandy?” You murmured as sweetly as possible.
You could see Mandy’s bare skin shiver, and she didn’t answer.
So you asked again, “If you say ‘yes, Master’, then I’ll let them suck you. I’ll let them hump your head, so you can taste their sex and drink their venom straight. I’ll let them mount your pussy and fuck you. I’ll put four of them on you, and I’ll even release your hands so you can hold them, and hug them, as they ravage you.”
Mandy shivered again, and her legs shifted restlessly at your words. You moved your hand close to her exposed sex, and felt the warm humidity upon your palm.
“Say, ‘yes, Master’, and I’ll bring one up here. I’ll always reward good behavior, Mandy. What do you say?”
“... y-yes, Master.” Mandy said, so quietly you almost missed in under Colter’s moans. So you stood with a smile, and returned with two bugs, one of which was placed upon Mandy’s chest like usual, and another upon her pelvis. It clung there, and you saw its black, worm-like penis slip out from underneath its shell, and wrap its way underneath to Mandy’s sex.
Mandy had sighed with particular relish when the two bugs began pleasuring her, truly appreciating her reward. You looked at her, and then at the dripping Colter, and knew that this was the start of something big.
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A week later, you’ve now five different people tied up in your basement, and three allowed to wander freely. Mandy, Colter, and your old rival Amanda had been completely broken.
It took three days until Mandy finally begged for the bugs when they weren’t upon her. She had been red with shame, but she couldn’t help it. The pleasure was too much of an addiction for her. So you released Mandy from her bonds, and gave her strict instructions to be obedient to your every word, or she’d never see another bug again. Even the mere thought of losing the bugs was terrifying to her, and she quickly assured, teary-eyed, that she’ll never displease you.
Colter had followed suit the next day, and you rewarded him by placing a bug directly upon his erect cock, where it wrapped its tiny mouth upon the opening of Colter’s urethra, and suckled there. You also allowed another pillbug to thrust within Colter’s ass, its long, flossy tentacle a tantilating sensation for him.
Now that you had secured their loyalty, you ordered the both of them to capture and bring in your rival of many years, a past friend named Amanda. The two of you had known each other since you were both young teens, but there was no room for sentiment in the world of business. Amanda’s arms were held apart as you forced the pillbug onto her, and you once again marveled at how their faces shifted so quickly from horror to ecstasy, their screams of rage into cries of happiness.
You also had begun experimenting with the pillbugs. You realized that the bugs shed their shells, and also part of their penis in lieu of growing a newer, healthier one. You collected the remains of their shedding, and tried to somehow extract the venom through use of pressure, or boiling, or chemical lye baths. None proved successful, but boiling the thin black penises shrunken them into a thicker, shorter nub with a strangely soft consistency, like a sea sponge. When you smelled it, you could sense the whiff of the pillbug venom still lingering, and a lick had prompted a minute wave of pleasure within you - much less potent than the real thing, but still captivating and addicting.
So you fashioned a large panel mouth gag to hold the nub within the inner side, making a pacifier-like harness. When you bid Mandy wear it, the effect was as immediate as regular pillbug venom, but manifested less so. When using the pacifier, Mandy was lucid enough to walk around, and follow simple orders, but her eyes were unfocused and her movements sluggish. She instead, would rather sit in the corner and curl into a ball, eyes closed in relaxation. The panel over her face shifting slightly as she sucked upon the pillbug nub inside her mouth.
So you used the pacifier as a mediator reward for your slaves. “Cook me dinner, but you can wear the pacifier as you do so, since you’ve been a good slave all day,” you told Colter. And Colter, since he was lucid, simply bowed his head in shame as he allowed you to slip the harness over his face, and opened his mouth to take in the spongy nub. His penis rose to rock hardness from the venom, but he obediently proceeded to the kitchen.
It’s a good thing you discovered the use of the pillbug’s shed penises, you thought to yourself, as the pillbug’s direct influence would immobilize your slaves entirely when applied. You also weaved two shed penises together to make a butt plug, for when you needed your slave to be able to speak. And when they wore the butt plug, their words were slow and distracted, pausing many times in order to answer your question.
“Did you manage to disable their defenses beforehand?” you had asked Mandy as she wore the plug.
She swayed on the spot, her eyes closing momentarily. “.... yes,” she said softly, trying to keep a steady gaze on you, even half-lidded and clouded over as they were.
“And how is Colter going to infiltrate their base?”
Mandy gathered herself, and opened her mouth to answer, but only a quiet moan came out. She tried again, and replied, “Through the garage door … on - on the south side of the. The. building.” She leaned her head back in a soft ‘O’ of pleasure. “Ohh …. oh, Master …. C-Colter needs to …. get past only one guard, and then …. he’s ….” you waited patiently as Mandy let out a gusty sigh. “He’ll be … homefree … after that.”
You nodded, and allowed Mandy to relax with her plug upon the carpet before ordering Colter to bring back your next captive. And later that evening, you punished your new slave Amanda by widtholding a bug, making her sob and plead for her fix. She had dropped a glass upon the floor when trying to make food for the new captives, and you took every opportunity you could to torment your old enemy.
“Please!! Please, Master!” Amanda cried, on her knees and groveling. You held a bug in front of her, knowing it would only make her more desperate.
“You want this thing on you? You want to feel its mouth upon your sore nubs, its penis wiggling in your pussy?”
“Yes! Yes, let me feel that, oh, let me … I’ll do anything, I’m sorry, Master! I’m so sorry!”
You laughed at your rival crying pathetically at your feet. “I’ll give you a bug, but only if you behave for the rest of the night. Come with me to the attic.”
And of course, she immediately complied and followed you upstairs, where you kept your new victims.
Five people were leashed to the walls and the ceiling, three of them currently moaning with pleasure from the bugs on their chest, crotch, and mouth. The other two were sobbing with shame, already defeated from the humiliation.
You approached the one named Andrew, and peeled the bug off his chest. He reacted with a dry sob, and bucked his chest instinctively, in an attempt to feel the bug’s mouth once more. But you could see that he was ashamed at his conduct, no matter how much he wanted it.
“It’s been a day,” you told him. “And already you’re so broken. Don’t you have any pride, kid?”
He let out a high-pitched groan. “O-oh god, I … I …”
You nodded to Amanda, who tightened the straps so that he was forced upwards, meeting your eye.
“You like the bugs, don’t you? Everyone does. Even if they don’t to admit it, at first.”
You expected Andrew to deny, but instead he took a deep breath and cried, “Yes! Yes, I want it!”
You leaned back in surprise. This was the quickest anyone’s ever been broken. Andrew had been captured merely yesterday afternoon, and only one other had been under the influence shorter than he.
You looked down to his chest, and saw that his nipple boasted a tiny drop of whiteness upon the teat. Thanks to repeated stimulation from the bugs, Mandy was starting to lactate in tiny amounts. But prompting any lactation from mere suckling is difficult in humans, especially in young, flat bodies like Andrew’s.
It seems that Andrew was especially susceptible to galactorrhea, and in turn the pillbug venom has affected him quicker. You put a finger to the drop, letting it roll onto your skin. Andrew moaned in shame from the sensation.
You allowed a crooked smile. You had known Andrew, he was a younger man who dropped out of his senior year of high school to follow his gang leader. If you enslaved him, it wouldn’t necessarily weaken the competing gang, but it would send a clear message that you had the power to infiltrate even their inner circle.
“Very well, Andrew,” You raised the pillbug once more. “Congratulations, you’re my newest slave.”
And although he visibly twitched at the word ‘slave’, his face betrayed his relief at the pillbug being brought to his chest once more, and allowed to latch on again.