Her screams of terror echoed through the dark as the Falmer dragged her way from the dimly glowing gardens. One of my companions remarked that it was only a matter of time. All of us were destined to disappear like that unless we made ourselves useful. It may have been the last shred of my adventuring nature that drove me to follow her and our captors, but I regret knowing what awaits us beyond the relative safety of the mushroom gardens.

Far from where we were tending the mushroom farm the Falmer unceremoniously threw her in a pit and left. Curiosity still possessed me as I crept closer. The pit wasn't all that deep, but the sides were steep and slick. She had landed in a sizable pool of water and by the time I looked over the edge she had crawled out on all fours.

Something crackled in the dark. The unmistakable sound of those accursed Chaurus. One appeared from the darkness and before the woman in the pit realized its presence it launched a viscous ball of spit at her. It caught her in the face, which caused her to dropped to the floor. Blinded and disorientated she struggled to get the sticky mess off while the Chaurus leisurely crawled over to her. When it drew closer I realized how large it actually was. It stood as tall as a Nord at the very least.

It grabbed the woman's head in its mandibles, easily encompassing it. She struggled and tried to resist, but it there was no way she could fight its embrace. Slowly the fight drained from her body. When it released her from its grasp she remained in a seated position. She was still breathing. Her face was still covered in the viscous spit, but her mouth was free. A gooey white substance dripped from her mouth onto her bare body. It was probably force fed to her by the Chaurus when it grabbed her.

The Chaurus pushed her over and pushed her legs aside. I could see it extending its ovipositor and guiding it to the woman's vagina. She screeamed as it pushed in, but it was a scream of extacy rather than the pain or terror I had expected. I continued to watch in horror as it filled her up with several eggs which distended her belly.

When it retracted its ovipositor for her the Chaurus spat another few viscous globs over her body. Leaving her belly and breasts clean, it wrapped her up in the slimy goo. When it had finished wrapping its victim the real horror unfolded in front off my eyes.

The Chaurus put its mandibles around the woman's left elbow and with a sickening crack it cut straight through the joint. A quick ball of even more viscous spit sealed the stub, preserving the woman from bleeding out. The woman didn't give as much as a sigh as the beast coldly continued with her other arm and snapped it clean off below the elbow.

As it discarded the limb, the Chaurus positioned its mandibles on the woman's right knee. Another sickening sound echoed from the pit before the dismembered limb fell to the ground. I was too frightened and horrified by the time the beast had finished with her final limb to realize that my fingers had found their way into my snatch.

Something broke in me at that time. I watched the creature spread her open and remove the temporary slime seal before forcing its ovipositor into her vagina again. This time she screamed in extacy and I quivered at the sound of her reaching a climax. This was a taste of fate. One does not escape looking into the abyss without being scarred. At some point during this horror show I noticed how the Chaurus was cleaning the bloodstains off the mostly cocooned woman. Only then I realized I was about ready to orgasm myself... I have never felt more disgusted in my entire life.

After the Chaurus pulled out and sealed up the woman's vagina again, it carefully picked her up and carried her off into the darkness. The show was over. I had seen how a human being had been transformed into nothing more than a living egg sack.

When I got back to the mushroom garden I had become a new shade of pale according to my fellow captives. I quietly settled back into tending to the fungi and decided not to tell any of the others about our collective fate. In the end the woman looked like she was experiencing all sorts of pleasure... It might be preferable over death...