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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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