Irresistible

Sofia nearly jumped for joy when she heard the front door slam shut. Alone at last!

She left her bedroom and practically skipped down the stairs as she surveilled the empty house. No annoying younger brother playing one of his violent video games on the couch, and ogling her chest when he thought she wasn’t looking! No embarrassing father making dad jokes in the kitchen and trying to enlist her for his latest DIY project! No nosy mother opening her bedroom door without knocking AGAIN just to give her a lecture about being cooped up in her room all day! Just sweet, blessed solitude.

Their family trip was a yearly tradition, a long weekend in early August spent in Cape Cod. This time, the eighteen year old girl had insisted that she couldn’t go with them like usual. The college she’d be starting at next month had sent her a bunch of material to study in advance of her arrival, and she needed the entire weekend to herself to work on it.

This was only partially a lie: her college-to-be HAD sent exactly that, but she’d stayed up late the past several nights getting it all done. When her family came back on Monday night, she’d have an airtight physical alibi without needing to waste a single second of this golden opportunity.

And they’d bought it, hook, line, and sinker. Why wouldn’t they? Sofia had always been a diligent and straight laced daughter. No drinking or smoking or drugs; no wild boyfriends for them to disapprove of; a spotless academic record that had gotten her a cushy scholarship to that college. They couldn’t have guessed that their perfect little angel was deceiving them.

And they couldn’t have imagined what her real plan for this weekend was.

Sofia didn’t remember exactly when or how she’d become interested in bondage. She knew that growing up, she’d always found herself rapt with attention when the hero of whatever show or book she was consuming found herself bound and restrained. Sometimes she would daydream about being such a hero herself, fighting to break free from her captors’ sinister traps. At first, these daydreams would end with her getting loose and dealing out retribution to her imaginary enemies, but this was never the part that interested her. It was what came before, that seemingly hopeless struggle, that was so arresting, and soon she stopped bothering with the boring bit.

At some point, her fascination had developed a sexual aspect, and that was where she ran into problems. Sofia was no stranger to dating, but she wasn’t stupid: if she was going to let some boy tie her up, she needed to be able to trust him not to take advantage of her. At least, not in any ways she hadn’t already cleared with him.

There was also the issue of privacy. She wasn’t sharing a room with her brother anymore, thank God, but it was still a small house full of people who rarely bothered to knock. Sneaking a boy over for sex would have been ten times easier than sneaking one in to tie her up and tease her.

So she’d begun looking into her options, and discovered the world of self bondage. And thanks to the credit card she’d received for her eighteenth birthday, Sofia had been able to make some discreet purchases over the last several months. She’d kept things small and safe, like going to bed with her arms cuffed in front of her - and hidden under the sheets - and the key on the nightstand. Or taking a shower with an egg vibrator buzzing inside her while pretending her wrists were trapped at her sides. There had been some close calls and some disappointments, but overall her little experiments had been a resounding success that only left her yearning for more.

And now she had the whole house to herself for the next three days.

Sofia’s stomach growled as she passed through the kitchen on the way back to her room, but she ignored it. She’d read several guides that recommended doing this on an empty stomach. It made it less likely she’d need to stop early for a bathroom break, and if she had to endure hunger pangs on top of everything else, well… that would just add to the experience.

She closed the bedroom door behind her on reflex, then felt silly for doing so. For once, she didn’t need to worry about privacy. But when she reached for the knob, she hesitated. What if they came back unexpectedly? It wouldn’t be the first time their trip was aborted and restarted because someone realized they’d forgotten something. And how humiliating would it be to get caught in the act after all this preparation? No, better to be safe, she decided as she left the door shut.

She pulled her sock drawer out of the dresser and reached into the alcove to retrieve her hidden treasures. Something brushed her fingers, and the girl shrieked in revulsion as a large cockroach skittered out of the darkness. Those disgusting things had been showing up around the house more and more the last few days, probably thanks to one of Dad’s yardwork projects.

The teen’s usual reaction to finding a roach or other creepy crawlie in the house was to switch rooms to get as far away from it as possible while shouting for someone else to come kill it or put it outside or whatever. She didn’t care what they did with the bugs as long as they were gone.

That wasn’t an option right now, though, and neither was leaving it be and tying herself up in the same space. Sofia tried briefly to imagine the cockroach’s proximity as just part of the experience, one more aspect of her helplessness, but it was no good. She found nothing sexy or exciting about a gross bug crawling over her bare skin, and the mental image made her gag. So steeling herself, she fetched a shoe she didn’t like anymore from her closet and squashed the thing with ruthless efficiency. Then she tossed the shoe and its pair in the trash and spent several minutes washing her hands.

That incident had dampened her mood, but she perked up when she looked at her assembled items, especially the most recent one. Despite its small size, the bottle was the most expensive item here. According to the website she’d purchased it from, it was a rare aphrodisiac, guaranteed to drive its user nearly mad with desire. It was covered in a mix of foreign characters she didn’t recognize, but the name was printed in English: Irresistible.

She hadn’t gotten the chance to try it out yet, and it was entirely possible it was just snake oil, but this was going to be the perfect opportunity to test it. The girl imagined writhing in her bonds, her loins aching for attention she couldn’t provide, and had to stop herself from masturbating right then and there. That could come after. A few hours of bondage first until she was ready to explode, and then she’d frig herself senseless.

Sofia started by stripping off all her clothes, then buckled the ring gag around her head. The metal forced her jaw painfully wide and she immediately began to drool. Like the previous times she’d used it, the sense of helplessness that swept over her was intense. She rubbed her thighs together unconsciously as she imagined watching her captors approach, thick cocks jutting from their waists. She’d be unable to stop them from stuffing their fat pricks all the way down her throat, unable to do anything but watch and drool as they used her mouth for their pleasure.

She shook her head and reminded herself to stay focused. Once she was set, she could lose herself in fantasies all day long if she wanted. With that promise as motivation, she banished the daydreams and climbed into bed to work on the extendable spreader bar.

She’d experimented with different lengths, and had been pleased to confirm that the longer and more restrictive, the more satisfying. The bar connected to her ankles, and at its full length, forced her legs into a wide split that would have made her old gymnast coach proud. It was significantly farther than she’d gone in her tests, and her muscles were already protesting as she checked the cuffs were secure, but even if the pain wasn’t part of the appeal, it would have been worth it: not only did the position leave her pussy tantalizingly spread and available for (imaginary) use, there was no way she could roll over like this. She’d effectively bound herself to the bed without having to bother with ropes under the mattress or other elaborate setups.

She wiggled into the spot she’d chosen, her head against the headboard and facing forward, looking directly at the full length mirror she’d positioned at the foot of the bed. She could see her entire body like this, would be able to bask in the sight of her finished state when it was all done.

While she’d set up the bar, she’d also applied a pair of white circular pads to the soles of her feet. She picked up the remote and tried switching them on to check they still worked, and promptly burst into giggles. The tingling sensation the pads applied to her soles wasn’t EXACTLY like being tickled, but it was awfully close. She’d been disappointed to discover that leaving them on for several minutes straight caused the feeling to wear off, but thankfully there was a remote setting that turned them randomly off and on every thirty to ninety seconds. Those brief breaks, combined with never knowing just when they would start or stop, had kept her happily squirming before.

The ticklers were a little too distracting to leave on during setup, especially if she was going to be sure she did this all correctly. The absolute last thing she wanted was to screw up and genuinely trap herself for the entire three day weekend until her family rescued her. She was pretty sure she’d rather die than experience that much humiliation. She was pretty sure she WOULD die from that much humiliation. So she reluctantly turned the ticklers off and set them on a timer to start random activations in fifteen minutes. By then she’d be all snugly and safely bound up, and could “enjoy” them all she liked.

Next was her chest. She wrapped zip ties around the base of her breasts, and drew them tight until her rib cage was practically creaking. It felt like her tits were trapped in a vise, which was just the vibe she wanted. The compression made her already ample globes balloon out even further, the swollen flesh turning a grotesque shade of purple. It looked horrible and felt worse, but there would be no lasting damage as long as she didn’t leave the zip ties on for too long, and she’d already proven to her satisfaction that there would be no lasting marks within a couple hours of removal. In the meanwhile, she could look at her discolored and malformed breasts in the mirror and imagine herself the victim of some terrible and permanent torture. Plus, it would make her nipples extra sensitive, which would pair nicely with the aphrodisiac.

The thought of the aphrodisiac prompted her to grab it off the nightstand and examine it again. The site had been vague about how long it would take to work or how much to use. She hadn’t even been able to figure out if it was meant to be ingested or applied to the skin. Sofia studied the bottle closely, looking for any cues that it might be poisonous. A skull and crossbones, for example, or angry red text that suggested a warning to users. She wasn’t going to risk vomiting or worse just for the sake of a good time.

To her relief, she spotted the words SAFE and NONTOXIC written in friendly green lettering. She opened the bottle and gave it a cautious sniff. A slightly sweet smell, but not bad. The odds were growing that this was just some homeopathic nonsense, and she’d paid a ton of money for a bottle of flavored water. With a shrug, she took a tiny sip. It tasted a bit… floral? Not unpleasant, and she took a second, larger slip.

Reasoning that she might as well cover her bases, she poured some onto her fingers and rubbed it onto her nipples, wincing even at the lightest touch. She was a bit more aggressive about working the stuff into her pussy, VERY aggressive about slathering it all over her clit, and she even shyly dipped a pinky finger in and rubbed some over and into her anal ring.

Eager to finish before it started working, Sofia tackled the last few items she’d prepared. First was a heavy black dog collar she’d actually purchased from a pet store, trying not to blush while she asked a clerk for one that could handle even a large animal. She buckled it tightly around her neck until her breathing was strained enough that she could close her eyes and imagine it as a hand on her throat, then tightened it one more notch for good measure before reaching back and tying the leash to the headboard without any slack, locking her head in place.

To her delight, the stiff leather wouldn’t even let her turn her head like this. She stared at herself the mirror, and her cheeks flushed at the knowledge that now she couldn’t look away even if she wanted to. Forced to witness her own defilement, to watch mutely as her limber body was restrained and tormented… it was a wonderfully wicked thought, though blunted by the knowledge she could always just close her eyes, of course.

A burst of inspiration struck, and she reached over to her nightstand, blindly questing with one hand to find the roll of bondage tape. Sofia hadn’t tried this before, so she was extra careful as she took a thin sliver of tape and applied it to her left eyelid. Her eye flexed, trying to blink, but her eyelid wouldn’t budge. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but not especially painful, her eyeball already growing watery to keep from drying out. And now she couldn’t even close her eyes to block out her poor, sordid state… she moaned softly through her gag and applied a sliver of tape to her other eyelid.

Finally, the most important part. The teen set the tickler remote to the side and picked up the other, along with the two metal lined bondage cuffs it belonged to. She held these loosely in one hand, and pressed the single button on the remote with the other.

The cuffs hummed slightly, and then came together with sudden force. Sofia knew from prior testing that if she strained with everything she had, she could get them to shift ever so slightly, but then the powerful magnets inside would just slam together again.

Her thumb was still on the remote, and she held her breath as she eased it off. She had no reason to think it wouldn’t work right, but it was still critical to check. If she couldn’t trust these cuffs to work properly, she couldn’t risk continuing.

Thankfully, it went just like every other time: the humming quieted, and a few seconds later the cuffs were no longer magnetized and separated from each other. Being able to release herself so easily was a minor dampener to the bondage experience, but absolutely necessary for her safety. The cuffs only worked while the button was pressed, and at a light enough pressure that she would almost forget she was doing it after a minute. This way, even if her hands went numb or she somehow dropped the remote, she wouldn’t be trapped.

Now that they’d passed the test, Sofia tightened both cuffs around her elbows, then wriggled her arms beneath her and twisted in place for a long moment, arranging her limbs together until the two cuffs met. It wasn’t an easy position to manage, even for a flexible girl like her, and she was sweating by the time she managed. It was awkward, painful, and forced her chest out even farther than before. All and all, it was even better than she’d imagined. She took a deep breath and pushed the button again.

The cuffs hummed again, and when she pulled at them, they might as well be superglued together. Her arms were well and truly stuck. She was - as long as she pretended her thumb couldn’t move - completely helpless and unable to free herself anymore.

Her head fixed tight to the headboard, her legs forced into an agonizing split, her arms just a pair of useless aching lumps beneath her. Her tongue lolled out of her ring gag, drool on her chin as her taped open eyes drank in the sight of her engorged, purple tits. The aphrodisiac hadn’t kicked in yet - if it ever would - but by the time the ticklers activated a couple minutes later, it was already the most intense and amazing experience of her life. She was absolutely soaked, and this was only the beginning.

For a long time, she let herself drift through fantasies as she squirmed atop her sheets. In one, she was an elite spy captured by an enemy organization. They were going to interrogate her until she broke and gave up every secret she’d sworn to protect. And once she had no more useful information to give them, they’d train her to be their pet, crawling around on all fours to satisfy them while they worked…

In another, she was a brave elven archer, captured alive while defending her home from an orcish raid. Now she was chained up in a filthy hut, condemned to be one of their breeding sows. The rest of her life would be spent pumping out litters of orcish brats, helping supply them with more warriors who could bring back even more sows…

In the next, she was herself, just playing at self bondage while the family was away, unaware of the men who’d been stalking her, waiting for this opportunity. At any moment, they were going to break in, eager to start enjoying the teenage fucktoy who’d tied herself up for them. And after she finally managed to drain their balls, she’d discover this was only the beginning. With all the pictures and videos they’d taken, all the filthy things they’d made her say and do for the camera, she’d have no choice but to obey their commands forever. No more college for Sofia, just long days and longer nights being pimped out by her owners, spreading her legs for pennies and never daring to say no…

Sofia drove through these fantasies and many more as she stared at herself in cruel bondage. Some were classics that she’d nurtured for ages, some freshly inspired. All of them were wonderful, and she’d never felt happier or more frustrated. She could almost see her clit visibly throbbing with need, aphrodisiac or not.

She was so preoccupied with her fantasies and all the competing physical sensations that she didn’t register the light tickling on her side at first, or the way it shifted across her skin. It wasn’t until the brown cockroach reached the top of her bound left tit, scaling it like a mountain, that Sofia saw it and realized what was happening.

Her intoxicating fantasies vanished as the girl squealed and rocked her upper body violently from side to side, throwing the bug off of her. She couldn’t see where it landed, not with her head stuck, but she could hear it skittering across the floor. She shuddered in disgust. It had been on her. On her BREASTS. She felt ill.

Sofia was more than half tempted to let go of the remote already and free herself, but what then? Find and kill this second roach and then just bind herself all over again and hope there wasn’t a third? Would she even be able to relax and enjoy herself if she was watching and waiting for another bug to appear? No. Sofia knew herself well enough to be certain that if she stopped now, that would be it. This entire weekend, which she’d waited so long for, would be over after just twenty minutes of fun, ruined by a single gross cockroach.

Besides, it had probably fled in terror. And if it came back, she could just… no, she couldn’t pretend that it would be no big deal to have to shake it off herself again. But she COULD do it, if she had to. If it was that or give up on this whole experience, she knew what she’d hate more.

As if to mock her, she felt another tickle. This time she was ready, and immediately rocked from side to side again while silently cursing that persistent little fucker. It had the entire house to roam, why did it have to focus on her? She felt totally frazzled, and not in a good way. This was no thrilling fantasy, just a disgusting reality.

Another tickle, on her left leg. She twisted, but to her horror, she couldn’t move her legs enough to throw it off. She stared at the ugly thing as it climbed onto her knee and began crawling up her bare thigh. Its greasy shell glimmered under the light as it moved, and the scent of it reached her, sharp and pungent. No, this, this wasn’t working. A couple frustrated tears trickled down Sofia’s cheeks as she realized this stupid bug really had ruined everything.

Another tickle. Right hand.

Sofia shrieked and snapped her wrist to bat the thing away. There were TWO?! Her brain registered a moment later that she’d accidentally tossed the remote away just now, but she didn’t even care. This weekend was obviously cursed and even the greatest orgasms of her life wouldn’t be worth multiple cockroaches pestering her.

The remote clattered to the floor, outside her range of vision.

The cuffs didn’t release.

At first, Sofia thought it was just her panic distorting her sense of time. It always took a couple seconds for the cuffs to react and turn off; a quality of life feature so you could shift your grip on the remote without breaking immersion. But time ticked by, the first roach crawling steadily up her thigh, and still her elbows were locked together.

Her eyes desperately darted around, trying to see what had happened, and to her relief, she caught a glimpse of the remote in the mirror. It hadn’t magically vanished or broken or anything, it was just on the floor, upside down.

Just upside down. Just its own weight applying enough pressure to keep the button pressed. And she had no way to reach it. It was over there and she was over here, with her arms still trapped. And trapped arms meant trapped legs and trapped head. Meant she couldn’t remove the tape on her eyes, or the gag in her mouth, or the collar around her throat, or the zip ties on her tits, or…

Sofia realized she was hyperventilating. She had to calm down and focus, had to think, had to… the cockroach on her leg had reached her upper thigh already, but it wasn’t moving on to her stomach like she’d assumed it would. It was going between her legs instead, its spindly appendages poking at her slit. She screeched and bucked her hips as hard as she could, flinging the roach off of her.

This minor victory brought her no comfort, because she could already feel SEVERAL more bugs. One was on her hand again, two were on her legs and the fourth… it waved its feelers proudly at her from atop her right breast.

The revolted teenager thrashed in place, terrified and confused. How could this be happening?? Why were there so many cockroaches in her room, and why did they seem fixated on her hand and breasts and crotch and…

Sofia’s mouth went dry as her brain connected the dots and realized the common denominator: the aphrodisiac. She had traces of the stuff in all those spots. But why would the bugs be so interested in it? She certainly wasn’t feeling any effects, not that this would be the time to appreciate them if she was, so why would bugs be drawn to… Irresistible…

Her heart sank. Because it wasn’t an aphrodisiac, and it never had been. It was designed to attract bugs. And she had foolishly rubbed it all over her private parts before trapping herself.

The two on her legs were still there, and heading straight for her crotch. She bucked again, but her legs were already tired from the strain of their bondage, and one cockroach managed to keep its grip on her. She bucked one more time, determined not to let any of these gross creatures anywhere near her pussy. It rolled over onto its back, stunned but not repelled yet.

Then the ticklers on her feet activated.

Sofia burst into uncontrollable giggles, and her legs twisted back and forth, squirming to escape the pads. She watched the cockroach righting itself and weakly tried to buck a final time, but there was no energy to it. The bug held on, crawling up to her slit and brushing its feelers against it.

Satisfied by what it had found, the roach burrowed into her and disappeared from sight.

The bound girl retched at the sensation of its little legs inside her, and frantically bucked her hips over and over, but it wasn’t going anywhere now. Dark, warm, wet, and smelling of food, her pussy was the perfect home for a hungry cockroach, and it eagerly began exploring and nibbling.

It was the first, but not the last.

Over the next few hours, more and more cockroaches appeared, drawn by the siren song of Irresistible. Many of them happily squirmed into her wet slit, content to share the bounty it promised. Their teeth weren’t sharp enough to break the skin, but they could make it itch and swell. Before long every inch of her pussy from labia to cervix was inflamed and begging for relief, which only made all the skittering legs inside her that much worse.

The first time a cockroach tried to work its way into her asshole instead, the terrified girl was able to clench her sphincter tightly enough to keep it out. The same went for the second, and third, and fourth, but not the fifth, or the eighth, or the tenth. Soon her sphincter was too tired to bar any at all, and a steady stream crawled through her intestines, rejoicing at all the food and decay they found there. To Sofia, it felt like a line of fire slowly inching its way through her guts, growing longer and more nightmarish with each new invader.

The ones drawn to her swollen, zip tied tits found less of a bounty there, but it was still rewarding for them. They nibbled happily on Sofia’s nipples, and found the rest of her bulging, purple tit meat nearly as appetizing. Despite the sobbing teen’s frenzied rocking, they quickly adapted to her movements and settled into their meal without further interruptions.

And none of this pain or degradation was the worse part. The first time a curious roach tasted her clitoris, she’d launched into a full panic attack, certain that this was going to lead to her sensitive nub being chewed right off. The truth was harsher: as her clit grew hot and red and itchy from dozens of insect bites, it began having a different sort of reaction to the sensations of nibbling teeth and waving feelers and questing legs.

Her nipples eventually had the same response, and so did her pussy and even her ass. Her skin grew flushed under the constant, unrelenting attention, and her strained breathing turned into ragged panting, but she took no pleasure in what was happening. Before this nightmare had began, when it was all just safe cozy fantasies, her arousal had been entirely mental, a warm cushion that softened all the pain and discomfort into something fun and sexy. Now it was the opposite, an entirely physical reaction that did nothing to make her situation any more bearable. Sofia didn’t feel like she was doing something thrilling or forbidden, and she certainly didn’t feel like a valiant hero facing terrible danger and torment. She just felt like a stupid, defiled, pathetic piece of trash.

All the stimulation led to the inevitable, and the bound teenager shuddered as she was forcibly pushed to climax by the oblivious roaches. Any hope that this would be a one time event was quickly dashed: her clit felt hotter and needier than ever as the orgasm finished washing over her, and soon she was in the throes of another joyless climax, and then another.

She tried to tell herself that this was just a purely biological reaction to physical stimulation, no different from a sneeze or a hiccup. But that couldn’t blunt the hot, sharp sense of shame every time another climax hit, and it became impossible to deny the truth, that she wasn’t just being eaten by the cockroaches, she was being fucked by them. It didn’t matter if it was unintentional: they were still stuffing her pussy more fully than any cock had or ever could; still penetrating her virgin asshole deeper than any cock could ever have gone; still teasing her nipples and clit more relentlessly than any fingers or tongues could have managed. She was being gang raped by ugly, greasy, disease-ridden cockroaches, and getting off on it. No hero in any of her fantasies had ever fallen so low, or become more worthy of scorn.

Sofia came over and over, each orgasm bleeding into the next until she couldn’t tell them apart, while she was forced to watch her body slowly transform into a ripe feeding ground for dozens of filthy cockroaches. She had an uninterrupted view of every last wriggling penetration of her ass and pussy, a front row seat to the feast of flesh that covered her puffy, oversensitized tits, and the more private but no less intense meal being made of her clitoris. Her entire body was in agony, and all she could do was suffer and watch and cum. After two entire hours of this disgusting, never ending hell, she was certain that this experience couldn’t possibly get any worse.

But that was before they started exploring her mouth.

Her breath threw them off the scent at first, but not forever. Her pussy was now literally bulging with roaches, a few even squirming through her cervix to reach her womb. Her tits were completely buried under a hungry, chittering mass even as they swelled further from the bites, the skin shifting to progressively uglier and darker shades of purple. Her clitoris was no better off, a bloated, distended thing that looked nothing like the small hooded nub it had once been. The shiny, swollen, angry red lump bobbed in the air as roaches swarmed over it.

And her asshole might have been the most popular location of all. With her rectum forcibly held open by the line of cockroaches, she’d shamefully lost control of her bowels at some point, and this had only made matters worse. Countless roaches had skittering across the shit stained sheets, racing to be the next one in. Even long after, her anus still gaped around a fat squirming ball of cockroaches, each fighting for entry to her already packed guts.

With all four original spots so thoroughly claimed, the latecomers sought less crowded prizes. One eventually crawled right onto her drooling tongue, past the ring gag, and into her mouth, where it was rewarded with the sweet smell of Irresistible. It chased the trail down into her stomach, and others followed.

Many were content to stay in the welcoming cavity of her mouth, though, running happily over her teeth and gums, nibbling at her smooth cheek meat. They had to contend with her tongue at first, Sofia frantically lashing and licking at them to force them out, but as the appendage grew heavy and swollen from bites, it became harder and harder for the girl to use it effectively, and eventually her tongue could only quiver and drool as the roaches swarmed onto it to enjoy its soft, juicy flesh.

Three hours into her nightmare, every orifice full of cockroaches with no sign of an end, her body weak as a mouse thanks to the nonstop marathon of unwanted orgasms, Sofia was praying to every deity she’d ever heard of for salvation. She swore to faithfully serve whoever saved her for the rest of her life, divine or otherwise. If a home invader had appeared to rape and torture her, she would have smiled and promised to be the best fucktoy in the world for him.

Four hours in, she had accepted that no rescue was coming, and she was going to die here no matter how much she prayed.

Five hours in, she was back to praying, but this time for death.

Eight hours in, she heard the front door of the house open. “Sofia, it’s us!” called her mother.

The cockroach stuffed bag of flesh on the bed stirred slightly at the sounds, her first significant movement in over two hours. The last time had been when one roach tried nibbling on her right eye. Their jaws might not have been strong enough to break her skin, but her fragile iris was a different story. Her vision had quickly gone dark as clear fluid spilled out of the wounds, but she’d still had one eye left to watch the deflated ruin of her eyeball slowly dribble out of its socket and down her cheek.

Since then, the continuous string of orgasms had produced no reaction other than a few bitter tears of self loathing from her remaining eye. Even the random attacks from the ticklers caused no more than the occasional faint twitch of a foot. Hundreds of cockroaches had come seeking the scent of Irresistible, and they now covered her from head to toe, a constantly shifting and chittering blanket. Her private parts remained the most popular, but there was plenty of dead skin cells and hair everywhere for them to enjoy. Many of them had been completely unaware their meal was alive and fell off in surprise when she moved, but they quickly recovered.

“I’m sorry to surprise you like this,” her mother said as her voice drew closer. “I told your father it was too late to turn around and go all the way back, but Dirk forgot his Gameboy or whatever they’re called these days, and he kept insisting the whole trip would be ruined without it. Just give me a minute to find it and I’ll be out of your hair.”

The cockroach bag stirred again. Hours of unrelenting pain and panic attacks and orgasms had flooded her brain with chemicals, burning out countless brain cells and reducing her once quick thinking to a slow sludge, but it finally began to register that someone was nearby, someone who could help her.

“Are you still busy studying, sweetheart?” Mom asked. “You don’t mind if I just get a quick look at your face before I go, do you? I missed you today.”

What was left of her daughter heard the doorknob turn, and then the sound stopped. “No,” Mom said, right on the other side of the door. “You were right: you are a grown woman now, and I need to respect your privacy and your space. In fact, Dad and I talked things over, and given that today has been something of a bust, and we both have some extra vacation days saved up, we decided to extend our trip this year!”

More awake and aware now than she’d been in hours, Sofia called for help. Screamed in fact, at the top of her lungs. But her mouth was so full of cockroaches, her cheeks bulging and squirming in the mirror as they moved inside her, that what came out was only a soft moan.

She tried to use her tongue, to force them out with it like she had done before, but it felt strange, and there was only sharp pain as she pressed it against them. She didn’t understand why this wasn’t working until the mass of roaches shifted enough for her to catch a glimpse of the ragged, bloody stump waving around. Like her eyeball, her tongue had proven soft enough to eat, and the cockroaches were nothing if not hungry.

“I know this is sudden,” Mom continued, “but we’re going to give you this entire week to yourself! It will be a good opportunity for you to experience life without your parents looking over your shoulder all the time, and a good opportunity for Dad and me to start getting used to not having our baby girl around all the time.” She sniffed sadly. “Oh, we’re going to miss you so much when you’re gone…”

Utterly frantic now, still silently screaming, Sofia tried to flail her limbs and make noise that way. Even with all the restraints, even exhausted as she was from hours spent cumming and trying to fend off cockroaches, she might have managed if it wasn’t for the swarm blanketing her. They couldn’t have weighed more than a couple pounds altogether, but that was more than enough in her state. Her limbs quivered softly, uselessly. Quietly.

And yet…

“Did you say something, sweetheart?” Mom asked. Sofia howled, twitched, did everything she could to answer her mother. And she was reward by the turning of the doorknob. “I definitely hear SOMETHING in there…,” the woman said, half to herself as she began to swing open the door.

Then she stopped with a yelp, and slammed her foot down on the ground. “Ugh, it was a cockroach! Disgusting thing scurried out the moment I opened the door!” She chuckled. “Guess I should see that as a sign, huh? Besides, you’re probably asleep or off having fun somewhere, and I’m just a silly old lady chattering to herself. I’ll send you a text tonight with all this stuff. I love you, sweetheart.”

The door closed. Her mother’s footsteps faded away.

And then it was just Sofia and the cockroaches again. There was silence, except for the small sounds of the house settling, and the happy chittering of its occupants. It was the beginning of what would be a long, quiet week. No more unexpected visitors. No more interruptions to the feast.

Sofia stared into the mirror at the thing she had become, and prayed the roaches would eat her other eye soon.