You walk out of the office building searching for your car keys. A massive hand lands on your shoulder. “Sorry love. Doctors orders.” Says a voice behind you. Another hand reaches around and forces a rag over your nose and mouth. In a panic you inhale deeply, but the rag is soaked with chloroform. “That’s right love, let’s make this easier on everyone.” You try to pry the hand from your mouth and scream for help, but it’s infinitely strong. You feel your eyes roll back into your head. “Say hello to the Doctor for me, won’t you?
You awaken naked, laying belly up on the floor. A small white cloth is draped over your crotch. Looking around, you see only a blackened void in all directions. There are no walls or ceiling, just a slight mist in the air that seemed to go on and on without end. There was light, but its source wasn’t visible. It didn’t come from above but appeared to be emanating from the mist itself. You touch the ground. It is smooth, unnatural and littered with holes about the size of a man’s hand. “Latex?” you ask herself. It reminds you of a colander, except pounded flat and spray-painted jet black. There was something wrong about it. Something wrong in a way you can’t fully wrap your head around. Was it hungry? Was that the right word? No, you thought, not exactly.
All at once, hundreds of arms covered in latex emerge from the holes. They reach and grope for you. Surprised you jump up off the floor and run. The hands grope for you. They reach out, fingers grasping, balling into fists and grasping again. From the holes you can see the whites of eyes looking at you, desperate and hungry. “Please.” You hear one of them whisper. “Love us.” another says. More arms explode from beneath you. One grabs your ankle gently. You tug at your leg, commanding it to move but instead trip and fall to the ground. A hand pulls at your hair and another grabs your wrist. The hands are gentle, holding you down with just enough force to possess you. “Are you hurt?” one asks. “Do you bleed?” asks another. One hand reaches up and strokes you gently across the cheek. You feel a few hands rubbing your inner thighs. An arm pops up from between your legs and places the small cloth back over your pubic hair and pats it was the head of a puppy dog. “Soon Love. He’s coming soon.” said a voice from a hole near your ear.
“Who’s coming?” you ask, but the holes do not answer. Instead they caress you, and the voices whisper loving words into her ears. You begin to relax, yielding to their firm, gentle hands and soothing disposition.
You awake to movement. Five or six hands gather around your ass and thighs. You feel even more hands on your back and arms, lifting you off the ground. You kick and struggle but there are hundreds of them “Leave me alone!” you scream. The arms holding your shins and thighs lift and spread your legs, forcing you into a kind of bastardized missionary position. Thousands of arms incircle you. Some touch your face shivering, and others in the distance slowly wave back and forth, like tall back latex stalks of corn in a thunderstorm. You look further out in the void. There weren’t hundreds of arms, there were millions encircling you. All of them swaying together, side to side.
A shadow falls on your face from behind. The voices cease and the arms become stiff. You turn your head to look and standing there is a massive male figure, dressed in a long black trench coat. He is bald, incredibly thin and at least seven feet tall. His face was masked by a large, circular pair of sunglasses. They were purple, with a star on each corner.
“Howdy.” He says in a voice so deep you can feel it in your chest. “I’m sorry to take you after all this time, but we were afraid that if we did not do it now, you may soon be infertile.”
He slowly walks around you and smiles, nodding approvingly. “Your body has aged well. It remains taught and supple, even at this late a stage in your fertility. Well done. Well done indeed. I have to admit this process is much more enjoyable for me when the specimens are not only fertile, but…well, sexy.” His smile quickly evaporates into an expression of absolute carnal lust. “Don’t worry”, he says with a smile, showing sharp teeth. “I can assure you; you won’t be harmed. After all, a sow can’t produce milk for her young if she is dead”. He giggles at this as if he had said something funny.
The tall man walks over to your crotch, lifts the white cloth from your cunt and tosses it over his shoulder. “I mean the bare necessities, old mother nature’s recipes. That brings the bare necessities of life….” He continues to sing with an insanely chipper voice, swinging his hips to the rhythm of the lyrics. The hands around your thighs instinctively tighten their grip. You blush, but there is nothing you can do. You scream in frustration, but another latex hand covers your mouth. “Hold her still. This won’t take long. I never last long with the pretty ones”.
He unzips he trench coat and it slides off his shoulders. He is wearing nothing under it. You raise your head up, working against the hand over your mouth to get a better view. You can see his ribs and his nipples are pierced with circular rings. A chain connects them, and a second chain runs down past his navel to…
“Oh my god” you scream into the hand over your mouth. His cock is massive. Beyond anything you’ve ever seen or ever heard of. Is this man a human being or an alien from another planet? With his right hand he hefts his Noah’s Ark like cock up to your thighs. A latex hand passes him a bottle. He grabs it, pops the top with his thumb and squirts a generous amount of thick fluid on the saddle sized head of his cock. With two fingers from his left hand he smears it around. “Oh, it’s warming. That’s a nice touch Hands.” The hands tremble in response.
Before you can protest, he’s already trying to slip it inside you. It won’t fit. Thank God in Heaven it won’t fit! “It’ll fit, don’t worry. We just gotta get your pussy into child birthin’ mode and possibly move a few organs around. OK… here…. we ….GO!” He grabs your thighs and thrusts his hips forward in a violent upward motion. You feel something give and a loud popping sound comes from your hip as his cock pushes into you. You feel your intestines move up into your lungs, pushing on your stomach. Bile comes up and out of your mouth, spilling onto your chest. A latex arm is there, holding a warm towel and wipes it away. There is pain, but it’s overcome by pleasure. Immense pleasure!
He is inside me. How is that possible? Has he split me in half like a hot dog bun? Will I have to be wheeled around in a wheelchair, shitting in an ostomy bag?
He begins thrusting. Instinctively, your hips rise to meet him. You try and resist but the pleasure is to great. It’s too big a feeling to understand and for a moment, you lose your mind. You revert to your base instincts, from a time long ago, when there was only eating and shitting, and fucking. No thought, no reasoning, no credit cards or fucking bills. No job offers, no degrees. Just carnal hunger for meat. The kind of meat you ate and the kind of meat you fucked. You would let a man fuck your hairy cunt because you wanted to look down and see his cum spilling out of your hole. To see him weak and aimless when he has emptied his balls. To be able to look at a powerful man, reduced to lethargy and judge him as pathetic. Conquered. To carry his seed anyway. To have him clean your ass with his tongue. To protect you. To die for you. With that thought you cum, over and over. Your body is covered in sweat and your mind is crying with joy and for pain. The Trench Coat man spasms inside you as he feels your climax. “Yes!” he says. “YES!” he screams, spittle flying from his lips.
You prepare to cum again and far in the distance you can hear the man with the circled glasses say. ” Oh God. Ok here we go… I’m…I’m…uhg…OH God. I told you I never last long enough with the pretty…oh Jesus!” There is a huge blast of pressure and the man’s dinosaur cock is forced out of your twat with an eruption of cum blasting out of you. His dick sprays cum in a large arc above you as it’s tossed to the side. His cock explodes again and cum splatters your face and chest. You watch amazed as he continues to come, seemingly forever. For a moment he regains control of his cock, like a fireman wrestling with a water hose and points it back toward your cunt expelling jizz for a final time. It exits his cock hole as tooth paste squirting from a tube. The Trench Coat man stumbles backward gasping, his work complete. Heaving, he releases his elephant’s cock and lets it swing like a wrecking ball between his legs. He licks his lips, gulps and adjusts the crooked glasses on his face, unbothered by his own cum dripping from the frames. Cum peppers his face and chest. A wad of it had collected in the ring of his left nipple. He swats at it with the back of his hand.
“Sorry about the mess my. Like I said, I never do well with the pretty ones.” He takes a deep breath with his hands on his hips and scans the latex floor. A few hands find what he was looking for. “Thank you, Hands. I’ll put in a good word for you in my final report.” He takes the trench coat gingerly from their hands and returns it to his body. He makes a show of dusting it off. “Well my love, it really was a pleasure, but I have to get..” He stops, noticing the pain on your face. You hold your hand over your hip and your leg is at an odd angle.
“It hurts.” You moan. “What the fuck did you do to me you bald headed bastard?”
“No need to be rude love. Hands hold her down. Relocation procedure. Get ready.” The arms move. Their motions seem practiced and nuanced. “No easy way to do this.” The Trench Coat man says, smiling. “I like to call this little medical maneuver the foot to pussy technique.” The Trench Coat man grabs your ankle and puts his left boot on top of your clit and jerks with a savage motion. You scream as a popping sound fills your ears. “God Damn! Hands clean her up for Christ sake, and where is my milk? You should know this by now! WHERE THE FUCK is my MILK?” A hand lifts a gallon of milk and passes it to the Doctor. He grabs the handle by a finger and lifts it to his mouth with his elbow, guzzling. He chokes, and spews milk onto his coat. “Fucking 2%, are you shitting me?” He takes the jug in both hands and with a leaping throw, launching the jug far out of sight. “What the fuck are we doing here? Is this a god damn shoe store? Are we cleaning the shit off an old dying mans asshole before we throw him in the oven?” He looks around, clearly looking for an answer. His lips sporting a milk mustache. “Are we not trying to do Gods work, and your telling me you can’t remember Vitamin FUCKING D milk?” The hands cringe away in fear.
The Trench Coat man pinched his coat with a few fingers and lightly pulled it from his chest, staring at the splattered milk on it in disgust. “Fucking bare necessities my ass.” He said and walked away in disgust.
The hands lay you down gently and disappear beneath the latex floor. They soon return with warm wet rags and towels. You shiver with both ecstasy and horror as they clean you. “He likes you.” One of the hands say. “Praise be!” Another says, exalted. Raising up on one elbow you try and feel your crotch. A latex hand swats you away. “Stop it.” You whisper. It’s numb. You look down over your pubic hair for a better view. Your pussy is a gaping nightmare. Your birth canal is stretched open like a bowl of milk, filled to the brim with white cum. You squeeze and your pussy closes slightly splashing some if its contents onto the latex floor. A towel quickly wipes it away. You take a deep breath and return your back to the floor, trying to relax. Your crotch is on fire. You can feel the cum dripping down out of your ruined cunt, past your asshole and puddling around your ass. You sigh. For a moment you feel…. pregnant. The hands begin to comfort you. “Host.” They say. “Conceive.” Says another.
THE END
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