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Lara and the Bees	By : Ovipositivity Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 30280 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-The Hive
- 1
Ca-crash!
The last bunch of liana fell to the forest floor in a sodden heap. Panting heavily, Lara Croft lowered the machete and rested her hands on her knees. Sweat dripped from her brow and poured down her sides. Her tank top had long ago been soaked to capacity, and she could feel rivulets of moisture carving their way down her back and thighs. It was all worth it, though. Ten days of hiking and five hours of bushwhacking through some of the densest undergrowth she’d ever seen had brought her to the heart of the Honduran jungle, all in pursuit of a legend. El Pico de la Abeja: the lost mountainous city of a pre-Columbian civilization said to have hoarded wealth untold in the days before Cortez marched through with fire and steel.

The last of her native guides had slipped away in the night three days prior. That was fine by Lara, though it was annoying that they had taken the food. They had been too afraid of la mujer loca to try to take her guns or knives, which was for the best; she would have hated explaining a body to the federales on her way out. She had spent an afternoon carving a bow and stringing it with some of the high-test fishing line from her survival pack; it wasn’t great, but it was enough to bring down a few fat, lazy agoutis. She’d had worse. It rained enough here that dehydration, at least, wasn’t a problem. At that thought, she brought her waterskin to her lips and took a carefully calculated swig. No sense in sweating out more than she had to.

Up ahead, the hilly terrain plateaued out. She noted with interest that she was standing on the bank of a dry riverbed. Only the dense thickets of vines and creepers had kept her from seeing it before. A tiny trickle of water meandered across the pebbles at the bottom-- probably just rainwater, Lara figured. She rested another five minutes, then holstered her machete and followed the riverbed.

The way was much clearer now. She only had to brush a few oversized ferns out of her way. It certainly wasn’t being cleared by humans. Lara was good at telling this sort of thing, and there hadn’t been any human but her here in decades. Centuries, probably. The legends said that the natives had abandoned the city after Cortez had burned their high priests, and the jungle had reclaimed the stone ruins-- and the fabulous golden treasure left within.

She hiked along the riverbank for another two hours or so. It was easy going, and she had plenty of water. There were hours of daylight left, too, though she figured she’d have to start looking for a campsite soon if she didn’t find what she was looking for.

Up ahead, the river veered suddenly to the left. Lara ambled around the corner and stopped dead. Up ahead of her was a massive stone wall. She craned her neck in awe and tried to take it all in. The river had passed through a little archway carved in the stone, but the wall towered more than twenty feet overhead, and from what Lara could see it was at least two feet thick. It disappeared into dense jungle on both sides. She took a few steps towards it and stared with her mouth hanging open. This was quite simply one of the most impressive discoveries she’d ever seen. She KNEW that she had to be the first Western explorer to see this wall-- she would certainly have remembered reading about something like that! Up close, she could see it was covered in carvings. She had to remember to take some rubbings and photos. She was no expert, but Dr. Frei at the university would lose her mind when she saw these. They bore a passing resemblance to Aztec pictograms, but even a cursory examination revealed that they were unique, something unheard-of before in the annals of mesoamerican archaeology. And that meant that whatever was in the city up ahead was untouched…

Lara traced her fingers gently along the carvings. They displayed human figures, some carrying torches, others bearing cages filled with… she shuddered. Human sacrifice was not unknown in parts of Central American history, but these seemed like especially gruesome examples. Humans were strapped down and massive birdlike shapes descended on them. They were pierced by talons and… here Lara lost the thread. Were the humans growing? Were they exploding? It was hard to tell.

She took a few pictures and moved on. She knew that she should leave the exploration for tomorrow, but this was too exciting! She strode confidently through the gate and onward along the riverbank. She expected to see more ruins right away-- she figured she had passed into the grounds of the city proper-- but there was nothing. Frustrated, she walked for another ten minutes or so. Abruptly, up ahead, the trail ended. She had reached a cliff face. The river descended sharply along a pebbly slope and disappeared into the ground at the base of the cliff. The wall itself was smooth, though it was clearly a natural feature. It was dotted with round caves a couple of feet across, with one big one in the center about halfway up. Lara frowned in puzzlement. Were these natural formations? What possible use could they have? And where was the city? This was all so odd…

Too late, she noticed something else. The normal sounds of the jungle had been swallowed by an ominous silence. There were no parrots cawing, no tree frogs squealing, no lumbering of heavier paws in the bushes. A low susurration, like the wind through a patch of ferns, was the only noise. Lara’s hand instinctively dropped to her gun.

A sense of dread shot down Lara’s spine. She was filled with the sudden conviction that this cliff face was not the place to be. She began to back away, when she caught a hint of motion coming from one of the caves. With a speed that might have surprised an observer who didn’t look beyond her fine features and ample bust, her pistol was in her hands and she had dropped into a shooter’s stance.

Something was coming out of the cave. Lara squinted into the setting sun, at first unsure of what she was seeing. It looked like a wasp, but huge-- at least four feet long, with filmy membranous wings wider than a human’s armspan. It crawled out of the hole in the cave and dropped into a lazy, flitting swoop. Lara gaped at it. The sheer anatomical impossibility of it stunned her. This was no dream-- she could see droplets of dew flicking off its rapidly vibrating wings, hear the click of its mandibles as its head twitched. Her paralysis almost killed her. She only noticed that it was swooping right for her when it was a few feet away. Her instincts took over and squeezed the trigger, putting a tight grouping of three shots into its center mass. Immediately it went into death throes and spasmed in midflight, its heavy body narrowly missing her and crashing into the underbrush.

As though that was a signal, dozens more of the things boiled out of the cliff face. They erupted from every hole and burst into flight. The air filled with angry buzzing. Lara staggered and reached up instinctively to cover her ears. The sound was appalling, a droning hum that filled the world. She stumbled backward a step or two, and then the swarm was on her.

Lara whirled and dodged, firing all the while. The wasp-things were fragile, but there was no end to them. She slapped a fresh clip into her pistol and ducked underneath a dive-bombing wasp. They had stingers, she noticed, long ones that looked like syringes. She spun away from one…

And felt a burning pain in her thigh.

Looking down, Lara saw that one of the wasps had sunk its stinger into the flesh of her leg, right through her practical hiking shorts. She moaned, more in disgust than pain, and put a bullet through its head. It crumpled and fell to the ground, the weight of it dragging its stinger out of her. She winced and took another step, and her leg collapsed under her. It filled with an unpleasant pins and needles sensation. Helpless, Lara tumbled to the ground. Another flare of pain blossomed in her right shoulder, seconds before a third speared her left buttock. She groaned in agony and tried to raise her arm, but suddenly it felt like every limb was covered in weights. Her gun had fallen from her grasp and lay inches from her right hand, but it might as well have been miles-- she was completely unable to move. Cursing her foolishness, she waited for death to claim her.

To her surprise, no more wasps descended on her, no mandibles scythed through her neck. Her whole body was wracked with pins and needles now and she couldn’t even turn her neck to see what was happening, but she was alive, and fully conscious. She heard the buzzing above her intensify, then felt something prickly wrap itself around her right leg. Another shape grasped her left leg, and then she was lifting off the ground.

“Mmmmrrrgggg…” she burbled as her head and shoulders left the forest floor. Her arms flopped loose and dragged on the ground below her. She could move her eyes, at least, and looking down, she could see she was being held upside-down off the floor of the jungle. At least one wasp was gripping each leg, maybe more, though she couldn’t crane her neck to see. She rose higher and higher, and as they bore her towards the cliff, her destination was clear: the largest, central cave.

The cave went for quite a ways into the cliffside, and within the first few yards Lara could see that she was being taken into a hive. Bright yellow combs the size of beer barrels covered the walls, oozing with thick golden honey. Lara would have laughed if she had the muscle control. The golden treasure of the Pico, indeed! She knew that wasps didn’t make honey, so these must be some undiscovered species. She wondered if they’d name them after her, then wondered if the venom coursing through her system was having a mild hallucinatory effect. That was not a normal thought to have.

Up ahead, a hole in the roof let in enough sunlight to see by. She was being taken to some central chamber. The combs were very thick here, and smaller, obviously immature insects crawled over every surface. They paid her no mind at all as she was deposited gently on the ground. The combs were soft and sticky, and the oozing honey immediately coated her face and chest. The wasps or whatever they were rolled her over onto her back, and she looked up.

Towering over Lara was a massive specimen, easily twice her height and extremely bulky. The Queen, she thought lightheadedly. I’m a royal snack.

Having laid her down, her escorts went to work on her. One of them loomed over her with its mandibles parted, and she closed her eyes waiting for the end… but instead of severing her limbs or neck, it bit down on the shoulder strap of her tank top, neatly severing it. The act was so bizarre that Lara was thrown for a loop. The wasp switched sides and severed the other strap, then dragged the ruined garment off of her. Lara’s pendulous breasts swung free, her puffy pink nipples prickling against the sudden cold of the cave. Against all odds, she felt embarrassed, and wished she had the freedom of motion to cover herself. The other insect had bitten through her shorts, severing them from waist to knee, and then slipped one mandible inside the cotten triangle of her panties and ripped them off as well. In no time at all she lay, nude and shivering, on the floor of the hive. A thin strip of sorrel hair crowned Lara’s mons pubis, beneath which her delicate pussy lips parted ever so slightly to reveal her coral-pink interior and the rosy bud of her clit.

The Queen lurched forward, and two massive arthropodal legs thunked into the ground on either side of Lara’s shoulders. Supporting her weight on these, the Queen heaved her bulk off the ground, and let herself swing forwards. Her heavy abdomen dangled a couple of feet above Lara’s stomach. The tomb raider stared as a sphincter of flesh pursed open on the Queen’s body and began to extrude a narrow black tube.

Inch by inch, the tube crawled out of the Queen, its surface glistening with unknowable fluids. In horror, Lara realized that it was inching towards her defenseless pussy. She looked at the Queen’s swollen abdomen, saw the twitching eggs inside, and her inner voice screamed in terror. Her paralysis was not as complete as before, but all she could do was let out a low moan of fear as the ovipositor crept closer. So this was why they had not killed her. Lara wished they had. She wished she had her gun now-- she’d turn it on herself in a heartbeat.

The probing tube reached the entrance to Lara’s pussy and slid between her lips. It was cold, much colder than Lara had expected, and the fluid coating it made her flesh tingle unpleasantly. Lara had been with her share of men, and some of them had been fairly impressive-- but this ovipositor was something else. It had only looked small compared to the Queen’s enormity. It was at least as thick around as Lara’s wrist, and it was hard and unyielding as a beetle’s carapace. She could feel herself stretching around it as it slid into her. “Uuuuunnnnnnggggghh…” she groaned as, inch by inch, it passed deeper into her. It was slipping deeper and deeper, extruding endlessly from the Queen’s bloated belly. The stretching sensation was becoming painful. Lara’s pussy lips bulged obscenely around the intruder, having been unceremoniously pried apart the battering ram even now probing at her cervix. My God, that’ll never fit… thought Lara.

A terrible pressure mounted inside her. She could feel it getting stronger and stronger. No, please, no, I’ll break, I’ll die, please, it won’t work, don’t… her silent entreaties went unanswered. With the sensation of something surrendering to inexorable pressure, a flash of white-hot pain shot through Lara, to be replaced by a dull ache as the ovipositor invaded her most sacred of places.

Looking down, Lara could see a groteque bulge in her stomach where the ovipositor had come to rest. She let out a choked sob. The paralysis was fading, but not fast enough. Her limbs were still immobile. At least the terrible pushing had stopped-- now, she felt only the throbbing pain of the outsized intruder deep in her guts. This relief lasted for only a moment, as a shudder of peristalsis ran along the length of the ovipositor. The eggs were coming.

The first egg down the ovipositor looked to be about as wide as an apple. It passed through the black tube like a rat through a snake. The bulge looked to Lara’s eyes to be enormous. That’ll never fit inside me. It’ll pull itself out if it tries. There’s no chance. Indeed, when it reached the entrance to Lara’s pussy, it stopped. Lara felt herself sliding along the floor, propelled by the insistent shoving from the Queen. The insect responded by repositioning her legs, placing one on each of Lara’s shoulders and pinning her in place. Her movement thus arrested, the egg continued its journey. Lara found that she could move her mouth-- at least enough to scream.

“NOOOOAAAAAAGGGHHHH!” she howled, her protests dissolving into an agonized cry as the egg forced her battered pussy even wider to accommodate its girth. She could see her body distorting around the egg as it traveled along her vagina. To her disgust, the bulbous sensation of the egg pushing on her inner walls was provoking a familiar response from her. Warmth rose from her clit, suffusing her body and sending little shivers up her spine. The egg continued its passage unabated. It paused again at the entrance to her womb, but the ovipositor had already smashed aside any resistance there and with a final push, it deposited its sticky payload deep inside her.

The second egg was already pushing along the tube. Lara’s lips moved in a silent prayer, her eyes bulging out of her head. She screwed them shut, only for her lids to slam open wide as the second egg arrived. This one felt, if anything, bigger than the last one. She howled in anguish as she felt her body surrendering to this invasion. Once again, the obscene bulge traveled with glacial slowness through her slick cunt, past her distended lips and into her baby-basket. Not that there would be any babies, of course-- if the brutal penetration of the ovipositor hadn’t pulverized her reproductive system into uselessness, the fat cluster of eggs would stretch it past the point of no return. Lara could already see two humped shapes in her stomach.
The third egg was the biggest of all. Lara squealed like a stuck pig as it went in, to her shame not just from the pain and humiliation, but also with ardor as it scraped her sopping cunny from the inside. Each inch brought with it new sensations. She felt like she was being cored out, the organs of her body shoved rudely to the side to make room for these eggs. She didn’t care. A pink fog filled her brain as she came, her thighs twitching, juices pooling on the ground and mixing with the honey.

As egg after egg slipped through her gaping twat to nestle in her conquered womb, Lara lost herself to the pleasure. She came again and again, her mind receding into the warm smoke of pleasure, her moans becoming inhuman gurgles. She twitched and writhed on the floor as her stomach swelled up. It was enormously bloated, the size of a beachball, with a slightly bumpy texture from the many eggs pressing against her skin from the inside. The rest of her organs had been rearranged, it seemed, to make room for her monstrously swollen womb.

Finally the ovipositor withdrew. Looking down, Lara let out a short, barking laugh. There was no way the eggs would stay in now-- her pussy gaped open like a barn door. She still could barely move her arms, but she was sure she could fit both fists in there now without touching the sides. Her once-perfectly sculpted labia were livid and puffy with bruises. The Queen seemed to notice this, and brought the ovipositor back. It slid into her, and suddenly Lara felt a burning heat deep inside her. She yelped-- it felt like a hot glue gun. Something sticky and sludgey was pumping into her. It was hot, very hot, and she tried to close her thighs around it, but to no avail. The ovipositor slowly slid out of her, pumping all the while, before stopping. The heat was still there, but faded to a dull warmth.

Lara looked down and saw, to her horror, a thick, opaque amber welling out of her tortured cunt. She shifted her thighs experimentally. It was as hard as plastic, with a faintly tacky texture to it. She had been plugged up with some kind of resin that completely filled her loose, blown-out pussy. Idly, she considered that this would prevent her body from closing up the way it would after childbirth. If she ever made it out of here, she doubted any reconstructive surgeon could ever put her cavernous snatch back the way it was.

She lacked the energy to resist as four of the wasps picked her up and carried her into a side alcove. They laid her on the stone and began to scoop honey and wax from the floor into it. In less time than she would have thought possible, she was encased from the neck down in a wax capsule in the wall. It was warm, at least, like floating in a bath of jell-o. One of the wasps remained on the wall above her and dripped some of the honey onto her face. It took a moment for Lara to realize what she was supposed to do; then she opened her mouth and let the stuff ooze in. It was sludgey and thick, but pleasantly sweet and warm. Drooling honey, with a vacant look in her eyes, Lara Croft drifted off to sleep.
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