Several bound and gagged naked young coeds squirmed throughout the forest as the quiet twilight faded over Vietnam. The unfortunate test subjects had been told, much to their dismay, what their foreign kidnappers hoped to learn from them; and while they had been repeatedly reassured by one of their kinder captors that they would suffer no real or permanent physical harm, in light of what awaited them that was no comfort at all.
Mien's delicate arms were shackled over her head and around a small tree. Her naked behind sat on the ground, one of her ankles bound to each end of a three-foot long piece of bamboo so that she could not close her thighs. Mien had been drugged and was very weak and drowsy, but terror kept her conscious. She wept endlessly, tugging against the handcuffs around her wrists, trying to bite through the hard plastic ball jammed into her mouth, begging for someone to release her, all to no avail. There was no moon and all she could see in the pitch-black night through her tears was the tiny red light on the video camera in front of her. Its night-vision lens was trained on her exposed vagina and she was aware of this. Shame and humiliation, as much as fear, kept new torrents of tears spilling down her burning face. Occasionally, she could just barely hear the bitter weeping of one of the other girls several meters away. She suffered alone in the darkness, waiting.
Mien had no way of knowing how long her torment had lasted. She had stopped struggling long ago, and her swollen, burning eyes were finally void of tears. The drugs and her exhaustion were taking their toll as her head slowly bobbed lower and lower. It snapped up abruptly as Mien became aware of the sound of something crawling towards her, invisible in the darkness. When she felt it touch her, brushing against her vulnerable genitals, she exploded into furious struggling, screaming in blind terror.
Marta winced when she saw the subject make contact with the Vietnamese girl on the monitor. Hernandez squeezed her shoulder sympathetically. The military biology team was watching the flickering video transmission in the warm safety of their tent. Their mission was to covertly investigate the "weapon potential" of rumors which had first come out during the US-Vietnam war and had persisted throughout the next century, and this was the method they were ordered to employ. Marta was on the verge of crying. She imagined she could hear the girl's muffled shrieks echoing in the distance. Nevertheless, she began rapidly recording detailed notes on the phenomenon unfolding before her.
As the team had suspected, it was a strange new variety of scarabaeidae--a large scarab beetle. It was at least seven centimeters long and four wide, not counting its thick legs. The girl's sudden struggles and screams had made it scuttle away, but as soon as it realized that it was in no danger, it returned to her. Working with incredible speed it hooked and pulled open Mien's labia with its front legs, then, with a quick, powerful thrust of its hind legs, buried its head into her vagina. With inhuman indifference to the trembling girl's panicked cries, the insect pressed itself into Mien's moist, warm orifice. As its hard shell became wet, the beetle's lubricated body slipped further into the distending opening. The claws on the tips of its legs hooked Mien's tender labia and vaginal flesh, and the scarab beetle slowly pulled and pushed itself deeper into her, until her orifice finally closed over it. Only a tiny gap remained over its abdomen, through which the insect would breathe as it settled down to take up residence in its cozy little new home.
Mien eventually stopped screaming, crying in exhaustion as she weakly thrashed her legs in a hopeless attempt to dislodge her new guest. She wanted to surrender to the drugs and pass out, but now the hysterical shrieks of another girl kept her awake. Gradually, the voices of more young girls joined in, until the forest was filled with a chorus of muffled, terrified screams.