The Third Fleet Master made a special request for a private escort to the Rotten Vale with only two of the Commission's finest Handlers. Since sector of the Vale they aimed to research was recently cleared of large monsters, the beautiful Wyverian wanted to avoid any potential distractions a Hunter might cause. Confident in the survival skills of the Handlers to evade smaller monsters or unexpected predators, they set off alone with excitement for a major potential in the studies of the Vale's infamous effluvium.
Unfortunately for the researchers, a Gajalaka Tribe planned to take advantage of the food chain vacuum to expand their territory. Without a hunter to aid them, the women were helpless to the horde of tribesmen assaulting them. Quickly overwhelmed, the trio were taken captive.
After their tools, rations, and valuables were taken as prizes, the Gajalaka decided to leave their victims bound and helpless to whatever would find them first. Terrified of the horrors living in the Vale, the Handler in the yellow garbs screamed for mercy as the Gajalaka moved on. Holding on to the faint hope someone else was nearby, the Handler continued to scream and struggle as the rope bindings tore her skin. Unfortunately for the researchers, her constant calls for help had only caught the attention of three male Vespoids nearby.
The Vespoids pierced each of the researcher's skulls with their penile stingers, causing the victims to scream and shudder as their brains were penetrated. Unable to handle the shock and deep insertion through her forehead, the Handler dressed in green was fortunate enough to have a quick death. Her body fell back limp against the rock wall moments after a final yelp of pain. Blood quickly drained from the fresh hole above her brow. Her glazed eyes stared emptily with her mouth slightly agape as her head shook with each thrust of her killer. The other two were given no such mercy.
The Handler in yellow was pierced directly through her ear. A blood curdling scream echoed through the cavernous halls so loud even the long gone Gajalaka tribe could hear it. As her left side went instantly deaf, blood drained from her eyes and down the sides of her neck. As if the fresh whole in her ear canal to her cranium wasn't painful enough, a stream of paralyzing venom shot through her bloodstream. She gagged and spasmed uncontrollably, her eyes nearly rolling back into her skull from the overwhelming pain. Thrust by thrust her mind went more and more blank, but the pain persisted. Before all that was left of her memory was erased forever, she thought of her partner, dreaming that they would save her from this hell.
Lastly, the Third Fleet Master had a fresh hole made from the back of her scalp. In her final moments she tried to maintain the aloof yet confident composure all her colleagues expected of her. Eventually the fear of anticipation and the guilt of knowing her overconfident expedition had resulted in all of their deaths broke her facade. Her mascara just began to stream down her cheeks as her anticipation finally ended. The stinger had pierced so deep it came out slighty through the back of her mouth. Blood splattered from her lips across the floor. However unlike the Handlers the Vespoid's venom caused a different effect. While still suffering greatly with pain, the Wyverian couldn't help but feel a stronger sense of overwhelming pleasure. She bit lower lip and raised her brow, seemingly forgetful of the terrible fate she had caused for herself and her friends.
Once the Vespoids were ready, they finally unloaded a massive stream of sperm to fill the skulls of their victims. The Handler in green was still motionless as spunk burst from her forehead and slowly dripped across her face. The Handler in yellow was finally given a merciful end as what little life and memory she had left was washed away as her skull flooded with cum. Her rolling eyes finally relaxed into an empty forward gaze as she drew a final gasping breath. The Third Fleet Master was given one final surge of pain and pleasure as her tongue hung from her gaping mouth. Cum burst from her lips and flooded her bloody throat. Her eyes looked on in opposite directions after one final spasm that finally signaled the end of the brilliant Wyverian beauty.
With their preparations complete, the male Vespoids left the corpses of their victims to find suitable females. Once the females were led to the motionless bodies, they began to lay their eggs through the holes made by the males' stingers. With their craniums filled with sperm, the eggs would be fertilized and incubated in the grey matter of three once revered and intelligent researchers of the Commission. For days the eggs rested in the skulls of the corpses, the foul stench of the Vespoid sperm warding off any passing scavengers. Once the eggs began to hatch, the maggots would feast on the remains until they reached maturity.
This wasn't a bad idea, but damn was it hard trying to think of multiple good expressions for all the victims. Plus I spent way too long writing what was supposed to be a short story to go with it.>>29166
I'd prefer to stay anonymous. I'm willing to try that idea eventually but I'm probably going to try and take a break from Monster Hunter requests for now (unless a new idea REALLY gets my interest) and maybe try to do some of the other requests.