Neanderthals return…. Chapter 3 [mf flirting ]

I wake up violently and suddenly as my pleasant dreams whatever they were are rudely interrupted as a bucket of icy cold water is dumped over you.

“Ahhh… wtf!!! “ I scream, as I’m barely aware of my surroundings. My eyes adjusting to the light. I blink a few times recognizing Dr. Wagner. Looking down I’m apparently still naked. Christ, it’s been over a day and I still haven’t managed to get some damn clothes on. The hot semen from last night is covering my body. My body is sore in places i didn’t even know I had muscles in to be sore. Shaking my head as the memories from last night wash over me.

“Fuck…what did I do. I barely woke up and I was fucking that bastard. “

Dr Warner looking at me. He’s older then me though despite being a doctor he certainly seems to be appreciating the view.

“That was, an expected event. It wasn’t part of the plan though it will have some ramifications on your stay here. We need to discuss a few things. “ He coughs slightly..

“Uhmm, Miss Rouge. As much as I appreciate the view, would you mind terribly covering up before we get going. I’d like to focus on our conversation and not your overly active sex drive for the time being”

I manage to blush profusely. God, that was the most polite way to call someone a slut I ever heard.

“Uhmm… sure. Though I don’t exactly have anything to wear”

He walks over to a dashboard in my room, presses a few buttons as he looks through a few choices before finalizing his selection and the clothing I’m expected to wear seems to almost materialize out of thin air.

I look over the outfits, biting my lower lip. These are not exactly conservative to say the least. I guess fucking the first man I ran across of does kind of set a precedence but still.

I sigh, and pick up the lacy bra and slipping it on with the matching …silk thong? It doesn’t feel like silk, much more sensual. The rest of the outfit includes a garter belt, thigh stockings and a little skirt that would almost be respectable if the slits along the sides didn’t rize up high enough that you could visibly see the elastic straps keeping my stockings in place.

I feel a delightful little tingle across my clit as the my lingerie set seems to activate once all the tidbits are in place. “Oh my….” I really do love the modern advancements this century has made. I’m not even sure if they’re human or … the ‘empire’ but this is fun.

I slip on the little tube top that seems to move itself to my body and the skimpy micro mini that manages to be both very comfortable to walk in and yet delightfully slutty.

The shoes I get are a pair of high heeled platform shoes that would make me feel right at home in any 20th century strip club.

I finish getting dressed in front of Dr. Warner who didn’t seem it worth his time to give me any privacy through the entire process. I look at him and he seems just as interested in my body if not more so than before. I stand before Dr. Warner, running my hand a bit over the metal collar that Mon’gor slipped on me. The bondage collar sending a shiver down my spine.

I need to find some time to myself to think through what just happened last night. I cheated on Jason which is already bad, but even worse I can’t seem to get a handle on my emotions and the way my body is responding.

Right now, the way I am, I wouldn’t consciously make the choice of sleeping with Mon’gor. Though last night I was pleading like a little whore for him to take me. God, I still don’t understand how I manage to take all of that inside me. He wasn’t just “hung” I mean it was a god damn entire new species. His cock had to be at least 12” long and god knows how thick he was. I still remember the feeling of just sliding down on his shaft and his darks mile knowing full well my meager a hundr…. uhmm.. well let’s just say I couldn’t put on enough weight for his cock to even notice or be troubled by my entire weight resting on his enormous cock.

I won’t deny that sex was amazing! I mean Christ he fucked me into unconsciousness quite literally. It’s just not something I would ever do. I do love Jason. We made solemn vows of not only marriage, but he was willing to risk everything and go into a deep sleep with me in the slim hope that I might be cured in a future where we might still be able to have a life together.

Instead, here I am in 6” heels dressed like a hooker following some relic of humanity that somehow still has kept the German condescence as he leads me somewhere to talk. Maybe I can finally figure out what hell is going on in this world.

We turn a corridor as I noticed a few more of the Neanderthals all of them admiring me slutty figure. God, I wish this wouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. I’ve never really been one to wear this type of clothing and being the center of attention of now every man I’ve come across of is very different.

We walk into a more private room which I assume is his office and he offers me a seat. I cross my legs partly out of habit and at this point can’t figure out how to sit without looking slutty. I feel the tiny dress rise up as his gaze obviously follows the hem of my tiny skirt.

Asshole. He could at least not be so obvious about it. The only human I know in this world and he has to be a dick.

“So, can you tell me a bit more about this world. I feel like I’m completely lost. I think that’s why I ended up the way I did.”

Dr. Warner looks at you and chuckles. “No dear, you ended up the way you did because you couldn’t keep your legs crossed. Though in this case, it worked out to your advantage. You’re overly eager sex drive may have actually save your life and then some.”

“Let’s see. Mon’gor is what you may think of as a prison guard. In this case he abused the situation and took advantage of you. Well, not so much taking advantage as much as fulfilling your ever so desperate needs. Your video has been circulated around. You were VERY turned on weren’t you Miss Rouge? “

Blushing crimson red! “Yo…youuu.. were recording me?!? You watched me having sex? ..what.. what sort of a creep are you? “

Dr. Warner laughs loudly more amused than offended at my comments. “Oh relax toots. Life's a bitch. Some little hussy getting fucked is more than fitting entertainment. Besides, I did have a professional reason for all of this. Now stop interrupting over your mock values most of which you destroyed within the first few hours of consciousness and let me get to the real reason why you’re here. “

“First of all, despite Mon’gor abusing his power and fucking your pretty brains out. He ended up making quite a discovery with you. He used an experimental drug on you that was meant to adjust your internal muscles and pain tolerance in order to allow you to take the…. much larger member that I’m sure you’re overly familiar with. The empire has been trying to get some key genes into the Neandertal gene pool. Unfortunately for whatever reason, the gene cannot be passed on through genetic manipulation. There is a massive effort to find a way to procreate with the human species. Unfortunately despite the variety of drugs developed you my dear, are the only female to have ever survived a sexual encounter with a Neandertal let alone orgasmed 7 times as he entered you and teased you. I’m not sure if it’s the fact that you’re an ancient, what we refer to humans from your era, or your life choices or sexual promiscuity but you are the only living human to have ever been coupled with a Neandertal, a soiled to boot, the lowest of the bunch and survived the encounter. “

“For better or worse you are currently the most important living human to the empire. You see, even though the empire can mass produce soldiers. They are all essentially clones that have been guided or manipulated in one way or another for evolutionary needs. But both male and females of the species are unable to reproduce. They are a steril race. You my dear might become the Matriarch of the entire species. Though next time, do try to find yourself a different lover then a common foot soldier. Maybe spend more than 10 minutes trying to find a mate. You have 9 Billion potential mates. Do be a bit more selective.”

I hear the words but they barely register. There’s so much going on through my head. They’re a sterile race? They’re all clones of some variety of genetic material? What do they want me to do? Being a breeding wife to their entire species? Are they insane? Do they expect me to do nothing but fuck and copulate with a bunch of saves for the rest of my life?

“There’s too much to really go over, but I’ve programmed something in your room’s computer. Read over the material to catch up on the history of our world. I’ll tell you one last thing. If you have any delusions of free choice, that concept has long been forgotten by humans. We are all slaves to the empire. You simply are a bit more important and will get some more privileges. If you choose to resist, instead of letting you choose your mate you’ll be raped by whoever they deem necessary. You still may not get much choice but if I were you I would not anger the men in control. “

I nod slowly. I slept with Mon’gor and I was barely able to handle that. I can’t imagine being raped by one of these monsters.

“Finally. The Empire is split into 3 species. They are both split by genetics and cultural differences. The Soiled are the lowest of the bunch. They are inferior to the other two casts and is what Mon’gor is part of. They are dumb as a rock, but are incredibly powerful and strong.
There is abundance of genetic material for them and can be mass produced in bulk. The Enlightened are far more intelligent than the Soiled. You’ll meet a few later tonight. They are capable of actually conversing and using full sentences. “

Dr. Warner laughs loudly looking at my obviously surprised expression.

“Did you think humans were almost wiped out by dumb apes that can barely articulate 3 syllables? I can’t believe you fucked him. Must the monster cock. “ he chuckles…

“Anyways, the last ones are both physically powerful and intelligent but are very difficult to create through genetic manipulation. Their numbers is scarce but they compromise the leaders of the empire and will probably aim to provide the genetic material for your offspring once we work out the kinks”

“There’s food, clothes, and reading for you to do. Please return to your quarters and go through all the material. Unlike mon’gor your next set of lovers might actually expect you to have an intellect higher than a pebble. See if you can manage to converse before you strip naked. “

I feel my cheeks burn red once again. This new world has a knack for humiliating me far too frequently. Seeing, as Dr Warner has had his fill of my slutty appearance and my company. I slowly walk back to my quarters. Then again, the little bastard probably has my sex tape with Mon’gor on a permanent loop. God, what an asshole.

I feel a few of the Alpha males looking at me, but I’m too distracted by everything the transpired to really pay attention.

When I return to my room, I find a monstrous cock on my bed stand with a note of practicing to keep my body well trained to accept the ‘larger’ members.

I ignore the toy and my reading material. Instead finding comfort in my pillow and crying myself to sleep. Missing my husband, my world, my friends, and everything about my former life.

What kind of world have I woken up to? I’m cured of my cancer and instead my destiny is to be violated and used by monstrous creatures bent on the destruction of my race.

The tears cloud my vision as I slow wane into dreamland. Hoping my dreams will bring me a much needed reprieve from the cruel reality I’ve woken into.

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