Even with lust and exhaustion overwhelming her, Susan could tell that the wasps had more planned when they pulled her arms behind her and bound them with slime. The part of her brain that could still think somewhat clearly quickly discarded the possibility that they were just making it harder for her to struggle; they'd been able to hold her quite effectively when she wasn't so tired, and they could have done this easily enough much earlier. With the creatures violating her almost constantly, not giving her time to recover from one orgasm before starting to drive her to the next, she couldn't guess what they had planned, but she was sure she wouldn't like it.

"No more," she moaned, trying weakly to struggle against her bonds and the insects. "We can't keep this up any longer."