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Primal Duty
by Monocle (monocle_o@REMOVEhotmail.com)
***
A cult called the Primal Man capture women they have
stalked over time and decided would be right for their
needs. Once captured dozens of men use her in a breeding
ceremony to insure her pregnancy. (M+/F, nc, bd, gb,
preg)
***
"Ms. Flinn, welcome back. You are our guest of honor
this evening," the disembodied voice echoed through the
dark room as the young woman stirred awake. She could
remember heading to her car after work, getting in,
something damp and noxious clamped over her mouth and
nose from behind, then nothing.
"We are the Primal Man, and we have been watching and
preparing for you for some time now, as we have and
continue to do with many others like you."
Susan tried to sit up from her position in the darkness
and found she couldn't. Her arms were bound together
above her head and her legs were pinned wide apart, bent
and tied with soft but unyielding straps at the waist,
thighs knees, and ankles. Her pelvis was upturned and
she rested on a slight incline, angled down to her head.
The warm air currents in the room blew across her body
slowly, and she realized with a sharp intake of breath
that she was naked. And exposed completely.
"Susan Flinn, 18 years old, 243 Rose Road, you are a
woman of excellent breeding and fine moral character.
You believe in the sanctity of all life and the
commitment to family. You will care for your child
despite and above any circumstance."
She blinked as bright warm a light fell on her,
confirming her state of exposure and bondage. She opened
her mouth to scream, but the voice continued.
"You can call out as you like, but we are quite remote
from anyone who might come to your aid, we can assure
you. All of those present are here solely for you, to
fulfill your and our primal duty of providing the world
with a strong, capable future generation."
A dozen, two dozen lights turned on, illuminating thirty
or more figures surrounding Susan. Each one was male and
naked save for a headdress or mask that disguised their
facial features. They were men of all builds, heights
and colors. Though some were thinner or thicker, none
were obese or emaciated. All looked in good health and
physical condition. All had erections of various sizes,
though none could be considered small.
Susan did scream, several times, calling for help. The
men surrounding her waited patiently until she wound
down to quieter fearful sobbing.
The voice continued, "We followed you for some time
after finding you. We know that you will carry and
support our child, and that your family will, after a
time, accept the way things will be. We know your are
not a virgin, but you realized your mistake early and
are saving yourself now for the right man. We are,
collectively, that man; the Primal Man. We know your
cycle, and that you are now at your most ripe time for
the creation of a child."
The sheer perversity of the situation and its rationale
stunned Susan. Staring wide-eyed around her, she yet
didn't notice the man approaching her until the feathers
of his mask grazed the insides of her thighs. She yelped
in surprise as his long pink tongue extended, touched
her vagina, something her first brief lover had never
done. The tongue started slithering up and down, plying
her slit.
Susan let out another scream and struggled franticly in
her bonds. They held her tensing, squirming body easily.
The minimal movement of her hips only served the probing
tongue better, allowing easier access to the folds of
her sex.
"You may go to the police after this, they will not be
able to help you. We are well hidden and protected. You
may desire counseling, which may be beneficial. You may
even desire to give up our child. We will be saddened by
the loss of a caring mother, but we will not stop you.
But do not try to hide our child from us. If we cannot
find it, we will find you again."
The masked man at Susan's pussy licked wetly and
sloppily, moistening her nether lips, digging his long
squirming tongue two or even more inches into her
tunnel. He brought his hands up to rest them lightly on
her lower belly, gently massaging the area just above
her pubis. Slowly, she felt her body respond
automatically with its own lubrication, even though she
felt no sexual thrill at the sensual touch. At least,
that's what she told herself.
She spoke with disdain and false courage, "You perverts!
You're just a bunch of power-tripping rapists, getting
their thrills kidnapping and v-violating people like me.
Well, f-fuck me and get it over with. You'll all burn
for it later.
"We are not going to fuck you, so much as fill you," the
voice said. "Our pleasure is incidental to the duty we
fulfill. So is yours, but that does not mean it will not
come."
Slowly the men in the circle began to move around behind
the one going down on her in a loose line. They were
slowly jacking their cocks in their hands.
Susan lost the little courage she had and began to
plead.
"Please don't. I don't want a child yet. I can't!
Please... Oh!"
The man licking her began nibbling at her clit, causing
Susan to jump within her bonds. She realized with some
horror that her body was beginning to respond to the
stimulation, her hips slowly trying to undulate with the
massaging tongue. The feathers of the mask brushed her
inner thighs. The delicate touch was electrifying to the
sensitive skin. Despite her body's nascent betrayal, she
continued alternately to demand and beg to be released.
The voice cut her off.
"It is time," the voice said, "to create!"
The man in the feathered mask stopped licking and stood
up, stepping away. He was replaced by a hirsute, burly
framed man, wearing a bear's head mask. Susan's eyes
widened. He held his engorged 6 inch cock, jerking it
rapidly with one hand, guiding it quickly to Susan's
pussy lips. Susan thrashed and strained against her
restraints as he placed the purple head at her entrance.
Then he grabbed her hips with both hands, and rammed
himself inside her.
"Gaaaah!" They cried together. She from the sudden
penetration, he from his climax. No sooner had he pushed
all the way into her than he came, spurting his seed
deep into her cunt. He gripped her hips tightly and held
himself rooted to his balls, shaking and pouring into
her as she took a deep, heaving breath and screamed
again.
As the bear-man's climax ebbed, he moved one hand and
placed it gently, almost reverently on Susan's lower
belly, right above the location of her womb. The light
touch there complimented the pulsing deep within her as
he emptied the last of his seed before pulling his
still-hard cock from Susan's snatch. He stepped aside to
be replaced immediately by a tall pale-skinned man
wearing stylized eagle mask, his longer, thinner prick
plowed into Susan with no hesitation, and they both
gasped again as he shuddered and came immediately.
"Nooooo!" Susan cried as she saw the actual form of the
proceeding take shape. The loose line of men were
masturbating themselves to the edge of orgasm, waiting
only to enter her to come and fill her with sperm. The
voice was right, no one was fucking her, they were just
filling her with their sperm, to impregnate her ready
womb.
The eagle-man repeated the hand gesture on her abdomen
and stepped away, to be replaced by a muscular black man
wearing a fierce puma mask. His cock was longer and
thicker than either of the other two, and Susan's
protest turned into a sharp cry as he shoved all the way
into her - slight pain at being so stretched mixed
strangely with an intense sensual pleasure. The impaling
thrust was easy only because of the two loads of
lubricating sperm already in her. Some of it squeezed
out around the thick invader, and some was pushed deeper
inside her to be joined by new spurting wads of the
black man's come in a mad dash for her waiting egg.
"Aaaaie!" she yelled. She had expected the large member
to hurt, stretching her wider than she'd ever been, but
the sensation was more of incredible fullness than real
pain. And Susan realized with horror that her lower body
was trying to grind up against the climaxing man,
against her will, as if trying to get him even deeper.
The vestigial racist terror of a small white woman
facing a large black man shook her bound body even as it
betrayed her.
"Oooooooh... Nooo!" She gasped as the puma-masked man
pulled out, caressing her belly with his hand. More
semen spilled from her pussy as her muscles contracted
after him, only to be split apart again by the cock of
the next man on the verge of orgasm. This Wolf-masked
man was stocky and dark, his eyes burned into hers as he
pushed his fat member in balls-deep, grunted, and came
inside her.
In a sense she was being fucked, but instead of one cock
pistoning in and out of her, it was many. Each time it
pulled back and pushed in, it was a different size and
shape, and each time it had shoved deep into her, it
came. Just before it pulled out, her belly was caressed
or gently touched. Sometimes the caressing hand would
'accidentally' graze her clit, sending additional
shivers through Susan's tightly strung nervous system.
One after the other, each man with a different mask,
replaced his predecessor and filled her with his
fountaining cock. Big cats, birds of prey, strange
tribal gods, bone-white skulls. Each time she tried to
protest or plead "Please don't!" or "No!" to no effect.
All came and came into her trapped, fertile body. Susan
overflowed, the accumulated semen was far too much to
stay in her pussy. Even as some of it was inexorably
being injected, guided deep into her womb, much of it
was squeezed out over her pussy lips, dribbling down the
crack of her ass and spreading under her back or across
her belly towards her breasts. The smell of it was heady
and undeniably sexual.
Sometimes the timing would not be perfect, and one
bloated cock would start shooting before making it
inside her. The first thick jet of come would splat onto
her, maybe striking her labia or clitoris before the
spasming organ was sunk into her to deliver the rest.
The sight of the sperm-bearing fluid being ejaculated
onto her drove home even harder that the rest of it was
going into her ready body.
Susan had lost count after ten men had pumped their seed
into her, her body fully betraying her over the next
minutes, eagerly humping into the next impaling, coming
cock. Her cries of protest evolved into mewls of
pleasure, peaking with each new pulsing penetration.
"Please no!" slowly changed into a hoarse, ambiguous
"please..."
The longest cocks would tap or bump into the end of her
passage. These would deliver their juice directly at her
the very entrance to her womb. The slight additional
pressure of such deep penetration pushed her toward a
delirium of unwilling pleasure, tinged and magnified by
a growing fearful certainty within her.
"Ooooooohhgod! Help me! HHUUUUUuuuooooo!" She rose on
waves of sensation, focused on her pussy, but spreading
out across her belly and chest. Another cock sprayed
into her. The combined juices almost foaming at her cunt
lips with the in and out of ever more pricks. Susan
realized her eyes had been closed for some time as she
was lost in unwelcome lust. She opened them and looked
up just in time to see the feathered mask of the man who
had 'readied' her come into view and a long, thick,
trembling cock slide deeply into her, as far as any of
the others, stretching her lips wide.
"AaaaAIIIIEEEEEEEE! Ah, ah AHHHHH! Nnnuh Nnuh Unh
Uuunnnnhh!" Susan came. Trapped and inseminated, she
could not stop the white-hot burn of orgasm that
engulfed her as she thought she could feel the feather-
man's come flood her cervix and ooze its way into her
womb, to find and meet with the egg that was surely
waiting there. Her cries slowly turned to defeated
moans.
"Nooooo...nonono..." She whispered as her orgasm ebbed.
Her stomach light with butterflies, somehow she knew it
had happened. One of the millions upon millions of sperm
forced into her had found its target. Black, White,
Asian, Indian, she would not know what it was until it
was born.
"Guh!" Another climaxing cock pushed into her. This one
would not make a difference, she thought, none of the
rest would. It was done.
Three or four men were left. Each plowed into her
sopping pussy and emptied his balls. Then the last was
done, his sweaty, satisfied body withdrawing from her
drooling, come-filled pussy. It was over. All of the men
now stepped back into a loose circle around Susan.
"You will stay here, this way, for an hour, to give our
seeds time to take root, then you will be transported
back to your vehicle and left on a secluded road. If you
have not conceived for us this night, we will find you
again. This has happened before, rarely, but of the
Mothers we have brought back, some proved to be most
willing. Your reaction to the rite indicates the same
may be true of you."
Susan shivered at the implications of the voice's last
words.
"We care for our children. Through anonymous,
untraceable gifts and strokes of apparent fortune, you
will always be able to provide food, shelter, and the
best in education. When the child is grown, it will be
informed by our representatives of the circumstances and
reason for its conception. Try to hide it from us and we
will have to create a new child with you to replace it.
Nurture it, and you, yours, and ours will be protected,
Mother of our child."
"Mother of our child," The gathered men repeated with a
mix of voices that echoed in the chamber. The lights
went out as a wet cloth was again placed over Susan's
mouth and nose. Consciousness left her as the echoes
died away, burned forever into her memory.
End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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