Joy was doing what she liked the best: orgasming on a hard cock. Jim, a big black man, was one of her favorite clients. Now he was mercilessly penetrating her ass, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. "Aaahhh... Aaahhhh..." Joy gasped for air as she felt his thick glans reaching her bowels. He was a good twenty centimeters in length, and they both knew he would eventually go all the way in. "Mmmm..." Joy squinted as the sweet convulsions cramped her legs and bottom. "Ohhhh... So good... Don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop..." And Jim was not going to stop. He pushed another five centimeters deeper, and Joy screamed. In pain, though it was the pain of delight.
Jim pumped her again, again, and again. She was crying tears of joy. He slapped her face hard a few times, and then she could no longer form any coherent sentences; a mind-bending orgasm made a writhing mess out of her. After her orgasm faded, she felt him going even deeper. Oh god, he was almost reaching her stomach! At least that's how it felt. She arched her back, standing on her four, and shook her hips, inviting him to impale her deeper. And finally, his big, tight balls slapped her dripping wet pussy. "Aaahhh! John, John..."
He growled and began fucking her for good. Fast, deep, strong thrusts shook her whole body. Her arms gave out. Crying, she fell face down on the sheets, shivering from the feeling of that enormous, thick, hot thing rubbing her insides. Then she felt a warm stream filling her. A flood of sperm. Whimpering, she succumbed to another orgasm.
Jim rested a bit, and then she cleaned him with a hungry blowjob, sucking the last droplets out of him.
"Oh... Jim, you are fantastic... Come tomorrow..." She gasped when her mouth was freed.
He raised her chin and put a long kiss on her trembling lips.
"You are the best, Joy, but tomorrow I'll be busy. The day after. I'll tell my friends to take care of you tomorrow."
"Ohh... Yes, yes, yes! Jim, I love you..."
He dressed up and left, throwing several crumpled bills into the open box by the door. Joy did not bother counting them. It was her rule: no fixed price, men just paid as much as they liked. Given her enormous sex appetite, she still made a fortune. Her main goal was the orgasms.
She stood up, feeling a pleasant throbbing as her intestines contracted back to their original tightness. She headed to the corner and crouched over the bidet. She could not help but moan when hot jets of water hit her bottom, washing the sperm out of her. She would not mind keeping it all inside, but most men preferred her clean, as if no other client had left her five minutes ago.
Joy was a nymphomaniac. Official diagnosis. She had her first orgasm at a fairly young age, after which everything else imaginable followed. At fourteen, she was tall, with a delicate frame, small, pert breasts, narrow hips, a flat stomach and a perfectly round, small bottom. She had a pretty face with big dark eyes, full lips and light brown curly hair. She loved her looks. Her clients seemed to love them, too.
Her parents had a hard time accepting that their beloved daughter wouldn't have a respectable career as a doctor, lawyer, or accountant. Clearly, her only purpose was sex, and that would remain so until the end of her life. But they loved her and accepted the inevitable. Joy was grateful for that forever. They even used their connections to arrange her sterilization, not waiting for her to get pregnant. Since she turned fourteen, her small body welcomed hundreds of cocks, in every hole and in every way. Joy had her fair share of female clients, too, but nothing could match the feeling of a hard, throbbing penis stretching her tight insides.
She stretched. Life couldn't get any better! With any luck, she had maybe fifty more years of everyday fucking ahead of her, and she wanted nothing else.
The door opened without a knock. Joy smiled at a big, strong man with a square jaw. She didn't know him, but that didn't matter.
"Anything you'd like, sir! I'm ready for anything! Don't spare me!"
The man's expression didn't change.
"Joy? Joy Driscol?"
"I am!" She smiled widely. It was odd. Most clients did not bother about the name of a young eager slut.
He reached into his pocket and presented his police ID.
"I have to ask you to come with me."
Joy shivered, but only a little. This certainly wasn't her first time interacting with the police. Each time, they merely confirmed that she was working legally and with her parents' full permission. Often, that was followed by nice sex with some of the policemen.
"Am I in trouble, officer?"
"Not this time. A government project needs your expertise. We would be grateful if you agreed to help us."
Wow. A government! Her mother told her to obey the government. And also the police. So she did.
"Of course, mister!"
She locked the money box — Clara, the madame, would hold on to the money — and ran after the officer.
"Um... put something on, please." His expression did not change. Oh, what composure! She already longed to see his face contorted in an orgasmic grimace.
"Of course!" She laughed, threw on a loose dress, slipped on her flip-flops, and followed him.
***
The building was dull and unremarkable. Why does the government always focus on boring things, Joy wondered. They have all the money; they could at least use some fancy colors to paint the walls!
She followed the officer down the cool hallway and into a small room.
"Wait here. It won't take long." He nodded and disappeared.
Joy looked around. It was a dull room with a desk and a wall-mounted screen, as well as several armchairs arranged in a semicircle. Two of the seats were occupied by girls her age. Joy grinned and approached them.
"Chloe!"
"Joy! So they got you, too!"
They laughed.
Chloe, a freckled redhead with green eyes, pulled a smoking stick out of her mouth, and the two girls kissed.
"Who's that?"
The slender blonde popped a bubble of chewing gum. "Name's Zoe."
"Oh! My pleasure! I've heard about you!"
"Same here."
The loose community of sex workers and addicts relied on rumors and gossip, so everyone had at least heard of everyone who was even a little remarkable.
Chloe and Zoe were teen nymphos, just like Joy. Different stories, different personalities, but their addiction to sex and pleasure made them sisters-in-arms—well, sisters-in-cunnies—instantly.
Joy took a place by Chloe, borrowed the stick, and lit it. She did not do heavier drugs, as many older prostitutes did—she did not want anything to spoil her sensations from sex—but she liked smoking. It reminded her of sucking cocks.
"Anyone knows why we are here?" she asked, puffing out smoke.
"Nope."
"No idea. But they were in a hurry. Nearly pulled me off the client's dick!"
"As if they had a chance to pick us up from anything else," remarked Zoe.
They laughed. Joy began liking Zoe's attitude more and more.
An older man with gray hair wearing a formal suit came in. He waved to them. "Stay at ease." The girls looked at him curiously.
He stood before them, took a remote out of his pocket, and the screen behind his back lit up. The splash screen with the government logo, then some map.
"I'm Winston Burry, the lead of the emergency research team," he started. "You may call me Wyn, but no Winnies, please, I don't like it."
The girls exchanged glances and chuckled. No way! From now on, he was Winnie to them, and nothing else!
"I'll try not to bore you with the minor details," he continued. "Straight to the matter. Did you hear about the Blight Area?"
The girls exchanged glances again and shrugged.
"Yep."
"Kinda."
"Fuck moonsteers!" Zoe exclaimed, raising her hands to her ears and wiggling her fingers.
Actually, they knew nearly nothing, like everyone else. That thing was classified. An area somewhere to the south, where nobody could get in or out. Rumors about people missing. Lots of videos, claiming to be true but obviously generated, full of sick gore and snuff sex, with ugly giant monsters raping screaming women and men, and literally tearing them apart with their giant dicks. Joy felt nauseous from them but secretly kept watching them. The fantasies of such brutal rapes aroused her, and she masturbated fiercely with the biggest dildos she had, until it became really painful.
"Exactly," nodded Winnie. "What we have is a roughly circular area, about fifty kilometers in diameter, full of alien life," he said, pointing at the map. "We don't know how it got there. No landings have been spotted at the site. Maybe it's a breach of a parallel dimension. Who knows? One day, it was just there. The three villages it covered went silent at once. We never saw or heard from anyone who escaped them.
"The 'fucking monsters' is the right name for them. They aren't too predatory, as far as we can tell, but they are quite... um, active with each other. And with anyone who gets closer." He clicked the remote. "Here's the real footage, not the crap from the net. We paid a high price to get it. At that time, we thought our hard protective suits were enough. They weren't."
The girls stared at the video. Some dark-green thing with dozens of long, thin but quite sturdy tentacles writhed slowly across a clearing. A soldier in protective armor, heavily armed, fired at the alien's huge head or something resembling a head. That only made the alien interested. The tentacles grabbed the soldier and pulled him closer. His armor crumpled like a tin can. Some other limb, bright red and very thick, started to tear the armor away. The alien seemed to get a bit of resistance and used an acid spray. The metal quickly melted away, revealing a man inside a lighter suit. That went the same way, though faster. Finally, a muscular, terrified soldier was exposed, completely naked, struggling hopelessly. He screamed.
"I have to warn you: what you will see is extremely graphic and disturbing," said Winnie.
Another limb, this one with a pointed head, approached the soldier's ass. "No, please, no," the soldier kept crying. The pointed limb simply entered him, as hard as Joy's clients used to do to her, but it looked much, much thicker.
"Aaahhhhhh...."
The alien then lifted the soldier, impaled him on another limb, that one even thicker, covered with spikes. The limb simply went through, coming out of his mouth. The body convulsed and went limp. The picture changed to a woman soldier running away from entirely another thing, this one looking like a purple insect. She didn't run far, of course. The insect pinned her to the ground, and dozens of writhing cocks of all sizes and shapes found every hole she had. The armor peeled away effortlessly, as if an iron maiden with razor blades was closing on her. When she was dead, her body still twitching, other insectoids ran over to join the fun.
Joy felt a familiar mix of nausea and arousal. She felt Chloe stirring at her side and looked. The girl's hand was between her thighs, moving slowly. Zoe lifted her feet to the seat and was masturbating openly.
"Well," Winnie continued as the video ended, leaving the girls with a grim view of a torn body, "I see that we weren't mistaken in choosing you... But I must remind you that being torn to pieces by the monster dicks might be a hot erotic fantasy, but in real life, it is a horribly painful death.
"We can't use robots," he continued, "the area is covered by a sort of static field that fries complex electronics. Our flyers also tend to drop there. The best view we have comes from the satellites." The picture has changed to a satellite image. "But it's lacking details.
"The reason we are in such a hurry," he finished, "is because the Blight Area is expanding faster and faster. We have to stop it before it takes over all of our land. Nuking the large territory in the middle of populated areas would cause immense damage to property and public health, but it's a risk we're willing to take as a last resort. That is, if our project fails."
The silence fell.
"Okay, we got it," Cloe nodded. "And, as it involves fucking monsters, I guess that's why you've brought us here. But how? You are right, they will just tear us apart on the first steps, and that's all."
Winnie smiled at her. "We've managed to take the flesh samples. Their biology is similar to ours, but using another sort of genetic code. Entirely incompatible with Earth life. We believe we've managed to create several strains of the alien viruses, possibly deadly to them. The bad news is that they are all purely sexually transmitted.
"That's where the next part comes in." The screen showed a naked girl who was about their size and shape, but with slightly bigger breasts and hips, and an anime face. "It's not 3D hentai. We took the concept of a real sex bot and pushed it to the edge of technology."
Click. The next video, though, showed what looked like the sickest and kinkiest 3D hentai. The same girl on the screen was stretched by some monster, with the cock nearly three-quarters of her body length pounding her dripping, overstretched cunny. She was mercilessly impaled in her ass, too. She was being suffocated by the third leg-thick cock, which was down her throat. Her belly was stretched out like a pregnant woman's. Her limbs were bent at unnatural angles.
Chloe whistled.
"She took it like a pro. Or a toy," Zoe added.
"You don't say," Winnie smiled again. "What you're seeing isn't generated. This is an actual, working field test. The girl-bot was still far from her limits when the footage was captured. This monstrous cock, nearly the length of her entire body, is stretching her, but still not to the breaking point. The internal sensors registered pressure at just 15 percent of her absolute structural tolerance.
"You're seeing her orgasm. At this extreme level of pressure and damage, her artificial nervous system registers every sensation as the highest possible pleasure. Blinding pain, mixed with mind-numbing ecstasy. She climaxed at this point for about ten minutes non-stop, and was not wearing down."
"So... Are you planning to send the sex bots to the Area?" Joy guessed. "Spreading alien STIs? But still, what's our purpose? Do you want us to train them?" She chuckled. "I would love to!"
"Yeah, I know a few tricks that will stun those monsters!" Zoe giggled.
"Yes and no," Winnie stopped the video. "Sex bots are dumb. They don't have to be smart. And the smarter brains will be fried by the statics. That's where the secret technologies come in. We've equipped the bodies — while enhancing their capabilities, too — with the synthetic nerve tissue that withstands the statics. All we need is a smart mind to populate it. Someone who loves sex and is interested in monster fucks." He paused and looked at the girls. "We want you to pilot three sex bot bodies to the Blight Area."
The girls were silent, watching his face. He wasn't kidding.
"We will make a complete copy of your mind, your personality, and your very... essence. For all intents and purposes, it will be you. A new version of you. Not a clone. A digital ghost. The original you will be safely at home, or wherever you want to be, and live your normal life. Another you will go on the mission."
"The new us will feel all that the bots could feel?" Chloe asked, her voice hushed. "The pain... but that's pleasure for them."
"Exactly," confirmed Winnie. "With that synthetic skin and muscles, you will be indestructible. You can literally be squashed into a sheet, then restore your shape. If you lose an eye, or tongue, or anything, it will regrow fast. You will feel pain so extreme it will turn to pure joy. Orgasm will be your base state of being."
These words nearly made Joy squirt. Pure, constant orgasms; walking naked through an alien jungle; being torn apart by monster cocks; and being alive to enjoy it all! The thought was intoxicating. She joined Chloe and Zoe in masturbating.
Winnie switched back to the sex bot outlook, then added the cross-sections and schematics to it.
"As you see, there are no vital organs. All the systems are miniaturized, distributed, and quadruple-redundant. The synthetic brain is also not in the head; it's spread over the whole body. We borrowed that principle from insects. All the sex orifices are joined together with the internal cavity," he looked at the girls and smiled. "It produces that hentai effect when the girl, cumflated from the bottom, vomits the cum through her mouth. There are more sex orifices than you are used to. In addition to the usual vagina, rectum, and throat, the urethra is also fuckable, as well as the belly button, nostrils, nipples, and ears. Each hole produces its own distinct orgasmic sensations."
Whaaat? Nipples? EARS? Joy had never even thought of that! Her mind was blown. She already wanted to experience it!
"Everything else is just as strong, stretchy, and durable as the sex passages are. There is no single weak spot. Even with the fire or acid resistance limited, all it does is create more pleasure as it eats through your outer layers, giving you an extra powerful orgasm. The bones are durable, and at their limits, they just elastically bend without breaking. The joints could be dislodged and stretched, but they return to their places when released. There are fake lungs and vocal cords for imitating breath, for talking, and for all sorts of moaning and screaming, but you won't really need to breathe. The suffocation will still be orgasmic, though."
Chloe was leaning forward, her hands gripping her knees, her knuckles white. "And what's the mission? Just walk in and fuck them? Just spread the virus?"
"That's the first part of the plan. We have a strain of the virus for each of your bodies. You are the carriers. The second objective is to reach the center of the Area. We believe there is something like a 'heart' or a 'brain' of the whole Blight Area — we see some strange bubble structures there. Maybe you'll figure out how to take it down if you get to it, and maybe it will stop the invasion. If it won't... then there will be nukes.
"You are not the one team," he added. "Eleven more teams around the world were working on their own designs. We hope this will increase the chances of success. Twelve groups will enter the area from different points. You might meet each other there, especially once you reach the centre.
"That's about all. If you agree..."
"I'm in!" Joy blurted out, surprising even herself.
"Yeah, me too!"
"Count me in!"
Winnie coughed and smiled.
"Such dedication! Thank you. I'm really amazed. So, you—I mean original you—will get considerable money compensation for the participation. If you want anything else, just name it. As long as it is within our power..."
"Can I get the same body for myself?" Zoe asked. "A personal one for my... own fun?"
"Yes and no. We can create more bots, no problem. But for the mind transfer... we don't have the mind transfer, only the mind copying. Zoe in that new body will be the real you, but it still leaves the original you in this original body."
"Welp."
Chloe and Joy sighed in disappointment. They both were going to ask for the same thing.
"But, let me think..." Winnie scratched his chin. "We can apply our special ops treatment to you. It's far from the bot capabilities, but it will considerably boost your strength, stamina, flexibility, regeneration ability... We could also throw in the sensitivity booster. How about that?"
"Wow!"
"Yaaay! Yes, please!"
"And after that..." Chloe squinted slyly, "Would you have a spare Marines platoon, to run a train on us, er, if you know what I mean?"
Winnie raised his eyebrows.
"I think we can arrange for a squad for each of you for... let's call it a 'medical stress test."
The girls burst out laughing.
Joy quickly added: "And about that handsome officer who brought me here... I want to fuck him first, before the platoon!"
This is going to be the best day of their lives.
The girls lay down naked in the apparates resembling MRI scanners, with the innumerable thin electrodes touching their scalps.
"The mind scanning is non-invasive," the operator, a young woman, explained for maybe the tenth time. "But it takes time, and you'd better lie still during it. So we'll sedate you."
"Okay," muttered Chloe.
"Will someone come to fuck our helpless bodies while we are asleep?" Zoe asked innocently. "I wouldn't mind if someone does!"
The girls laughed. The woman blushed. Obviously, she was never close to teen nymphos before. But she regained her composure quickly.
"No one, sorry. We will just scan. But I was told that you will go on the spec ops boosting after that, there you will have fun." She took a small canister with an attached mask, like an inhaler for asthmatics. "Good sleep."
Joy was the first. The breathing mask covered her nose and mouth; she inhaled a sweet gas, and the lights turned off.
***
She opened her eyes, feeling slightly dizzy and uncomfortable.
"Well, how did the scan go? May I stand up already?"
Her voice sounded a bit strange. She heard sighs and murmurs of other girls by her side.
Winnie stood above her, smiling.
"The scan was successfully done yesterday, and the memory transfer has been completed. Your originals are waking up after the orgy. They asked to see you before they leave, so I assume you have the same wish. Welcome to your new bodies, agents!" He looked at the side. "The systems are running okay, but please don't rush. Get used to your new body mechanics."
Wow.
Joy raised her hand and slowly turned it before her eyes. Right, it was not her hand. It was close, but with slightly longer fingers and short unpainted nails. She moved the palm closer to her eyes. The clean skin without the papillary lines, just with a thin barcode tattooed in a corner of the palm. She sniffed it, expecting the scent of plastic, but it smelled like normal human skin.
"Wow, it's almost like natural!" The realization came later. "Wow, I can smell, too!"
"Of course!" Winnie nodded. "It was an elite sex bot even before we started working on it. Smells, tastes, everything is like natural. You also have tears, saliva, and other, um, bodily fluids."
Joy carefully sat up on the sofa and looked around. She felt light and full of energy. Everything looked crisp and colourful; she could see every little detail easily. She could hear the faint rustling of Winnie's clothes as he moved and smell his masculine scent. The linen felt cool and pleasant against her naked bottom. Wow. They were in a large room, like a gym, with lots of sporting and sex equipment.
She turned and saw her friends, sitting up and turning their heads curiously. The bodies were identical, like the girl they saw on the screen, but the scientists gave them their recognizable faces and hair, although a bit anime style, with larger eyes. Chloe even got her freckles. All three looked like a younger, hotter, cartoon version of themselves.
"Cool," Chloe ran her tongue over her teeth, "No more piercings. It's okay, I suppose."
She ran her hands over her skin, then squeezed her breasts and gave out a sweet moan.
Hmm? Joy repeated her moves. Oooh! These bodies were incredibly sensitive! A light squeeze sent a hot wave through her chest and down to her loins. She could feel the moisture forming between her legs. Oh.
"Your whole body is now a single large erogenous zone," explained Winnie. "With the emphasis on the traditional spots, of course."
Joy stood up, wobbled a bit, then regained her balance and walked to Chloe. The cool floor texture felt wonderful under her bare soles. She spent most of her life naked and barefoot, but it felt entirely different now. Brighter. Stronger. Arousing!
She leaned toward Chloe, and they melted in a kiss. Everything felt natural, just better. Joy pushed Chloe back to the sofa and slid to her loins. Ummm, nom-nom! Joy licked lots of women in her life, often unwashed ones, so she knew the tastes. Chloe smelled and tasted strong, like a woman in heat should do, but stronger. Joy felt intoxicated. She spread Chloe's neat labia and began sucking her prominent clit. At the same time, she pushed two fingers into Chloe's throbbing, tight hole. She moaned herself, as she felt Chloe's hot, moist tightness and convulsions around her fingers. That was new. The pleasure feedback! She could feel some of the pleasure she was giving Chloe! She wiggled her fingers, and both of them gasped.
"You'll learn soon to control the feedback," said Winnie, "Right now it's at default."
Joy giggled and intensified her attack on Chloe's cunny, and soon the redheaded girl screamed, arching her back. "Ah! Yes! Yes! I'm—! I'm—"
Her whole body shuddered in a powerful, lengthy orgasm.
Joy felt Zoe's touch on her bottom. Zoe confidently pushed her tongue into Joy's asshole, while her fingers played a symphony on Joy's clitoris and vagina. Joy gasped. It felt differently than before. It felt like she did not have a G-spot anymore; her whole vaginal channel was the G-spot now. She felt a quick, but very intense orgasm, and she was sure Chloe's senses shared it.
"Oh god... yes..."
Zoe did not stop. In a few seconds, Joy was cumming again, and again. The orgasms stacked over each other, rising to an immense wave of pleasure. She stopped giving oral pleasure to Chloe and just focused on her own bliss, pressing her hips to Zoe's face. She never had a multiple orgasm like this; it was just one continuous wave, rising, and not fading.
Then they both assaulted Zoe. While Chloe occupied Zoe's crotch, Joy focused on Zoe's top. She tried to be rough. She scratched Zoe's armpits, she mercilessly dug her fingers into Zoe's elastic breasts, she began nibbling Zoe's nipples, then switched to chewing them. Zoe just screamed in pleasure. So Joy increased the cruelty. She twisted Zoe's nipples, she pinched the skin on Zoe's stomach, she slapped Zoe's face, she ran her fingers into Zoe's nostrils. Zoe screamed even more, thrashing on the sofa. She was obviously cumming and cumming and cumming.
They finally split. "...panting and catching their breath," Joy finished out of habit, but they weren't panting or exhausted. They were fresh as new, ready to continue on and on.
***
The door slammed. There were three naked girls standing at the doorway, yawning and stretching, and looking in with curiosity.
They were them. The originals.
"Look how cute we are!" Joy's original giggled. "I am tired from the last few hours of sex. The marine squad was awesome. But now I want to see how I'm going to be a monsterfuck toy!"
"Hi to me," Chloe's original came closer. "How does it feel?"
"Indecent," answered Chloe-bot.
"Heh. Good."
They touched each other. It was such a weird feeling. They looked and felt almost identical in size and shape, but Joy-bot had her sensors dialed up, while Joy-human didn't. They could feel differences in texture, warmth, and the subtle currents of air.
"I'm jealous," confessed Chloe-human. "To be a living sex toy with infinite orgasms... I wish they'd give me the same body. They didn't. But at least we have this..."
She ran her hands down her own torso, to her tummy, and to her hips.
"The spec ops treatments... they're amazing. I feel like an Olympic athlete but hornier. I could out-fuck every single client I had before."
"Haha," said Joy-bot. "Let's give it a check, huh?"
And they entwined into 69 positions, each original to her bot copy. "Remember, she's not a bot. Careful. Gentler," Joy-bot thought, placing the first slow lick on the swollen Joy-girl's vulva. "She's me! I'm me. Oh, wow..."
The pleasure, when she made her human self cum, was different, more delicate. She could feel her own sensations from the other side, now. She focused on them, and soon her human counterpart bucked and squealed, cumming intensely. She-bot convulsed in even stronger orgasms. She then tried to intensify the feelings, but Joy-human screamed and pushed her away. "Stop! Too much! Too much!"
"Right," Joy-bot understood. The human body is fragile. The bots are built for endless abuse. The human self can not enjoy endless pleasure. She is not for that.
Other couples were squirming and screaming by their side.
"Goodbye, myself," she said finally. "Go live a happy human life." And they kissed deeply.
"You too, myself," Joy-human answered with a sweet smile. "But you will be having more fun. Don't get killed, okay?"
"It's a suicide mission by design," chuckled Chloe-bot. "Our death isn't exactly a problem. But if I return, I'll come for you and fuck your brains out!"
"Deal! Don't expect mercy either!"
They laughed, hugged, and waved to each other. Then the human versions left, still giggling.
***
Now they were alone with the scientific staff.
"Okay, girls, time for the stress test. You have to get the feeling of your new bodies and what they can do. You have to build trust in them. The obstacle course first."
And they ran, jumped, and crawled through ever harder and harder courses. They jumped from post to post, ran thin planks, crawled through the barbed wire tunnels that scratched their skins so pleasantly, mmm! They never were so strong and agile when they were humans.
They stood before a solid block twice their height.
"Jump up, pull up with the only little finger, climb to the top, then fall down on the other side. Don't jump down; just fall down face-first," instructed Winnie.
"What? I cannot!"
"You can, now."
Chloe snorted. "Just do it! What's the worst it could do?" and she jumped. The tiny finger held her entire weight with absurd ease. She quickly climbed to the top, then paused.
"Hey! It's all sharp rocks down there!"
"Exactly. That's the test. You have to try it to stop fearing it."
Chloe squealed, spread her arms, and fell forward. Joy and Zoe watched as her slender body met the rock with a dull thud and a creak. She didn't slow down, she didn't tumble; she just slammed the ground face down.
Then her body, smashed and unnaturally bent on the rocks, slowly began to inflate back to its original shape. Chloe groaned. That sounded like a groan of the purest bliss.
"Aaaahhhh, it's... mmmmm..." She arched her back as she reformed, writhing in a monstrous, continuous sensation. She looked up to her friends with a dreamy smile. "Try that! It's the best orgasm I've had in my life!"
Zoe went next, then Joy. The impact was devastating, a full-body slam that would have pulped a normal human. For Joy-bot, it was a symphony of sensations. The sharp rocks bit into her skin, not puncturing but indenting, sending a jolt of exquisite agony that morphed instantly into a tidal wave of pleasure. For a second, she was a pancake of bliss. Then, like Chloe and Zoe, she reinflated, each cell humming with aftershocks of orgasmic energy. She lay on the rocks, gasping, not from exhaustion, but from overwhelming euphoria.
"I could get used to it," Zoe grinned.
"Okay, perfect." Winnie clapped his hands. "The physical test passed. Move to the sexual test."
And they moved to another part of the room.
Joy whistled while walking slowly across the wall. There were all kinds of sex machines — vibrating, thrusting, sucking, pumping, tickling, everything. The row started with the usual ones she saw and used before, but then they got ever bigger and scarier. The final ones were monstrous — they belonged to a horror-themed hentai club she once visited, they replicated the items from the kinkiest cartoons, never meant to be really used on the human body. The most extreme ones were huge — almost her own size — with many moving parts, shaped like some sort of demonic tools, covered in spikes and studs. The last one in the row was a real monster: a massive, writhing contraption of black metal, looking like a cross between an industrial press and a medieval torture device with a tangle of pistons, spinning cogs, and serrated plates.
"You can skip any of them if you want, but we'd appreciate it if you test them all," the operator smiled. "Your feedback is crucial. The system logs everything."
They exchanged glances. Starting with the moderate human-size toys would be a waste of time, they agreed. They easily withstood them in their human flesh before.
"First one for a warm-up, then last one for a dessert!" Chloe declared. She went straight for the machine in the middle that resembled a torture rack. There were powerful sucking cups for breasts, spiked ribbed rollers for harsh tickling, and Kong-sized spiked dildos for her cunny, ass, and mouth, ready to thrust back and forth.
Chloe lay down on the rack and spread her arms and legs. The shackles snapped around them. It was the signal to start. The motors hummed, stretching the girl to the sides. She moaned. The ribbed rollers attacked her armpits, soles, and sides. She giggled and squealed. The spikes were not sharp enough to break the skin, only to dig into it. The transparent cups closed on her breasts and sucked them in, making them four times larger. She moaned louder. Then the dildos started their work. One thrust into her mouth, going deep into her throat, blocking the air. The other two attacked her nether holes, mercilessly drilling her.
Chloe's body arched violently. Her muffled, choked sounds were a mix of terror and pleasure. Joy and Zoe watched as Chloe's stomach visibly distended with each brutal thrust from the vaginal and anal pistons, her small body stretched to its limit. They knew her body was incredibly elastic, but seeing it in action was another thing entirely. Then her muffled screams turned to pure whimpers of joy. Her hips bucked involuntarily, meeting the thrusts.
She was experiencing an orgasmic overload. The suction cups on her breasts were rhythmically applying the pressure into the sensitive peaks, amplifying the sensations to a fever pitch. She was being torn apart and put back together, again and again, each cycle pushing her to a new peak of pleasure. She was a living orgasm, a pulsing, writhing testament to her new body's capabilities.
The pistons sped up to an inhuman speed. Chloe howled in excitement. Then they began pumping her with the monstrous amounts of liquid. Her belly inflated like a balloon, pressing the ribbed rollers even harder. She looked pregnant with quadruplets. The taste of artificial, slightly salty fluid in her mouth filled her senses. The pressure inside her became immense. For a normal human, it would have been a ruptured, explosive death. For Chloe-bot, it was a new dimension of pleasure. Her whole body shuddered violently, the pleasure feedback making her mind go white-out of pure sensation. She came again, and again, and again, a continuous, unending peak.
"Maximum pressure reached," the system announced. The pistons stopped. The shackles opened. Chloe slid from the rack, like a wet, overfilled doll, onto the floor, her limbs twitching. She was still cumming. Then she convulsed, and an unending stream of the white liquid ran from all her holes, including her nostrils.
Joy and Zoe looked at each other, their eyes wide with a mixture of envy and predatory hunger.
"What a mess!"
"I want it, too!"
They giggled.
Joy picked up the fine torture device. She was curious to explore her unusual orifices. How Winnie said... urethra, belly button, nipples, nostrils, and ears...
The machine has locked her arms and legs, and the long dildos thrust into her vagina and anus. Joy moaned, but those were not the main dishes; they were merely restraining her. Then, thin metallic ribbed rods approached her. She gasped as the cold tip entered her urethra. The sensation was weird, painful, but then turned to a hot wave of pleasure as the rod slid inside. She came instantly. The rod went deep, all the way to her bladder, and started vibrating in addition to thrusting. Joy arched her back. The sweet climax didn't stop. Then another ribbed rod, thicker this one, pushed into her belly button, stretching it wide, making a passage into her stomach. Another orgasm followed, stronger than the previous one. Then the cups came again, but this time not to suck; a new pair of smaller spikes appeared. They found her nipples and pushed inside the tiny ducts, creating a piercing-like sensation that travelled through her breasts in electric arcs of pleasure. Then they expanded and began fucking her nipples with wet splashes.
Two more rods penetrated her nostrils. First, it tickled, then it burned, then Joy moaned from unusual pleasure. And then, two tentacle-like tendrils crawled into her ears. "There is no actual brain in your skull," she remembered Winnie's words. But it still felt extremely weird when she felt the rubbing going deep into her head. She heard the static crackling, and then, the sensation turned into a direct neural stimulation. She was feeling the deep bass inside her soul. Another orgasm, this one mental, washed her whole being.
Her whole body turned into a single pleasure node, each hole singing its own song of joy. The vibrations, thrusts, and expansions were happening in perfect harmony. It was like being an instrument played by a master musician, every string, every key resonating with intense, painful pleasure. The system was pushing her to her limits, and she was loving it.
Zoe chose the whipper. She was always more into BDSM than the others. The robotic arms grabbed her limbs, spreading her in a star shape. Then the whips hit her. Thin and cutting, they didn't break her skin, but they sent sharp waves of pain-pleasure through her entire body. She shivered and moaned. The whips hit her again, again, and again. Red patterns appeared all over her skin. Zoe was in a constant orgasmic state, her body trembling with each hit. The whips changed to thicker, flogger-like ones, hitting harder. Then a long, whip-like tail with a spiked tip started to lash her soles. The sensation was excruciating. Zoe screamed, but not of pain. She was cumming. She wanted more. She asked the system for more. And more came. Multiple whips started working her body at the same time, creating a symphony of pain. The spiked tail on her soles moved faster, creating an unbearable sensation, yet Zoe's body begged for it.
"You can't die, but you can be... 'overloaded' and knocked out for a while. Then you will reboot and continue," Winnie said . "But try not to push your limits... too much."
Zoe laughed and then howled from the orgasm of the spiked dildo pushing into her from below. Ohhh, it was good!
***
They tried everything before they approached the last stage. The monster demon fucker, with the dildos three-quarters of their body length and twice as thick as their waists. And they were supposed to penetrate them all three at once! With the sharp spikes, of course. And innumerable sucking and penetrating tentacles for every inch of their bodies. The large cylindrical vessels, filled with the whitish liquid, held a hundred liters each.
"Impossible..." Joy gasped. "Okay, I tried all those moderate monster things, but that... How could it ever penetrate me? Where would it fit? I'll burst like a balloon!"
Zoe touched the needles. "I would like to try, anyway." She turned to Winnie. "Are you sure we can do it?"
"Absolutely!" he smiled. "We've already tried it on the brainless bodies before. It's okay. The sight could be... disturbing, though. And I don't exactly know how you would feel in the process."
Chloe examined the machine. "There's exactly place for us three, facing each other while having it all. Let's give it a try."
Trembling from excitement, they stood on small platforms. The machine hummed. This time, instead of usual shackles, their wrists and ankles were grabbed by black tentacles that felt like hard rubber. Their limbs spread, their bodies lifted, their hips opened. They faced each other now, hanging in the middle of that monstrous device, like sacrifices to Cthulhu.
The main shafts approached. They didn't look like penises, more like massive, ridged columns of polished black obsidian. They glistened with a clear lubricant.
"Okay, girls, we're beginning with ten percent penetration," the operator announced. "The tips will be thinned to penetrate you, and then they will slowly expand. Please, try to relax as much as possible. The more you fight it, the less pleasant it will be."
The main shafts moved forward and touched their openings. They vibrated slightly, preparing the way. Joy flinched as the tip, cold and hard, prodded her labia. It was the size of a fist. Chloe and Zoe had similar expressions.
Then it pushed. Joy felt a tearing sensation as her body was forced open to an impossible degree. Her labia stretched until they were thin white lines around the black column. The pressure was immense. It was a sharp, searing agony, but the agony was already transforming. A deep, resonant hum of pleasure filled her lower body. Then Joy gasped when the tip slid in. She heard gasps and squeals of her friends, but she did not have time to look at them. Another shaft touched her anus and pushed in, too. The pain was sharper, but the pleasure that followed was more intense.
The shafts started expanding. Joy felt a stretching beyond comprehension. Her pelvic bones groaned, not breaking, but bending and dislodging, giving way to the intrusion. Her stomach began to distend. She looked down and saw a mound forming inside her, pushing her skin outward. She could not see it, but she felt a similar mound forming at her back from the anal shaft.
"Ahhhh... ahhhhh... aaahhhhh..."
She wasn't screaming. She was just breathing in pleasure, a long, continuous moan. Her eyes rolled back. She saw Chloe, her face a mask of ecstatic agony, her belly hugely distended, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. The main shaft was halfway inside them. More.
Joy saw another shaft moving from the front. This one, for her throat.
"Here comes the best part," Zoe whispered through her own moans. "They're going to connect us..."
The tip pushed past her lips. It filled her mouth, stretching her jaw to its limit. It was an aching, wonderful feeling. Her lips stretched, her jaws unlocked and spread, like a serpent that swallows an oversized egg. The shaft began its journey down her throat. She could feel it descending, a solid, ridged invader claiming her. She didn't need to breathe, but the sensation of her esophagus being forced wider and wider was a whole new level of sensation.
Her head was thrown back, giving the huge, thick thing direct passage down, so she could not directly see her friends anymore. But there were convenient screens before her eyes, so she saw the camera views.
The sight was horrible. The tender girl's bodies, stretched by black tentacles, impaled on three black glistening columns, two from the bottom, one from the top. The points of contact looked the scariest — unnaturally stretched openings, almost transparent, pulsing. The skin over their bellies was taut and glowing. They looked like three skewered piglets, ready for a feast. The view was terrifying. It turned Joy on like nothing else in her life.
The three central columns connected all three girls. A direct passageway for the liquid, from one to the next. Then they slowly pushed deeper.
And then the smaller tentacles arrived. Hundreds of them. Thin, whip-like, they caressed every inch of their exposed skin, leaving stinging trails that blossomed into pleasure. Others, thicker and tipped with suckers, latched onto their breasts, pulling and squeezing. More slithered into their armpits, the crooks of their knees, the sensitive hollows of their throats.
One thin needle-like tentacle approached her clit. Joy felt its tip pricking the tiny nub. She expected more pain, but what she got was a jolt of pure electricity that made her whole body convulse. The tentacle then latched on and began a rhythmic, sucking stimulation that sent waves of pure ecstasy crashing through her. She looked at the screen and saw that each of them had the same treatment. All their pleasure nodes were expertly, methodically stimulated to the maximum.
Of course, their secondary orifices weren't left unattended. If the girls could still make sounds, they would scream when sharp-ending tentacles penetrated their urethras, nipples, nostrils... This time, they weren't staying thin and gentle. Hot jolts of agony and ecstasy shoot Joy from the intrusion spots. She was a network of pain and pleasure. It all blended into a single, all-consuming song of sensation that drowned out everything else. There was no Joy, no Chloe, no Zoe. There was only the feeling.
Finally, the big columns began throbbing and inflating, at the same time beginning their thrusts. Oooohhh! The sight on the screens stopped looking human at all. There were still shaking hands and feet sticking to the sides, but the middle was just the stretched synthetic flesh, pulsing and throbbing as the thickening pillars moved faster and faster. The ridges on their surfaces scraped against the insides of their bodies, a sandpaper of sensation. Joy flowed in the orgasmic ocean, not wanting it to stop.
Then a click, and the flow started.
Warm, thick liquid surged through the central column connecting them. It pumped into Chloe's stretched vagina, a river of sensation. It gushed into Joy's belly from both sides, distending her further, the pressure building to an impossible degree. The flow was then passed from her cunt to Chloe's, who pumped it to Zoe, and Zoe returned it to Joy through her ass and throat, forming a perfect, continuous circuit.
Her body, that felt already stretched to its limit, now had to accommodate the relentless tide. It was an agonizing inflation, a feeling of being about to burst, to be torn apart from the inside out. But the synthetic tissue just kept stretching, thinning, glowing from the internal pressure. The liquid filled her stomach, her lungs, her very pores. She felt the pressure in her ears, behind her eyes. The high-pressure liquid jets shoot from her secondary orifices around the rubbing tentacles.
It was the ultimate feeling of being utterly and completely filled.
And then came the release.
Her orgasm wasn't a peak. It was a detonation. A supernova of pure pleasure that obliterated her consciousness. She didn't have a body anymore. She did not have a mind. She was a single point of rapture that occupied the entire space. The time disappeared. It lasted an eternity.
Then she came to. They were still held by their wrists and ankles, but everything else had retracted. Their bodies, still inflated like round balloons, were discharging the liquid through all their holes.
"You've lasted fifteen minutes on the full load before the reboot," said the operator. "Perfect. And all functions are back to normal."
The residual tremors and aftershocks of pleasure still pulsed through Joy as her body gradually returned to its slender, anime-like shape. She saw Chloe and Zoe hanging limply, their chests heaving with simulated breaths, their faces wearing the identical, beatific smiles of the deeply satisfied.
"We could've stayed longer," Chloe managed to pant, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I think."
"Maybe longer," the operator replied cheerfully. "But you won't enjoy it more. It's your maximum level."
Zoe laughed, a breathy, exhausted sound. "Define 'enjoy'." She tried to stretch, her body still feeling loose and oddly fluidic. "I think my ass is still in the next room."
Joy coughed, vomited a jet of liquid, and laughed. "That's what I call a good fuck!" She looked at her hands, then at her friends. "This body... It's a dream. I could spend a century in that machine."
"And that's exactly what the Blight Area will be like," Winnie's calm voice cut through their blissful haze. "Constant. Unforgiving. And with no lube."
They fell silent. The playtime was over. The reminder of their mission sent a new kind of thrill through them—a mixture of fear, duty, and dark, anticipatory lust.
"Okay, girls," continued Winnie, "you have a final briefing. Then deployment. Let's move."
***
The flyer skimmed over the pastoral landscape. Fields, glades, cows and sheep, trees, standalone buildings, everything. There were nine people in the small cabin: two pilots who exchanged quiet comments at the controls, four marines in the full battle armour, and three naked teenage girls with anime faces. The girls chatted cheerfully, staring out of the windows. The Marines did their best not to stare at the girls — without much success, though.
Zoe turned on her seat and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Just look at us!" she exclaimed. "It's a fucking hentai anime scene! We could be drawn exactly like that, with no changes whatsoever!"
Joy looked around and nodded.
"I hope someone will draw that anime someday. With three nympho girls fucking through mobs of alien monsters and saving the world. I would love to watch it!"
The soldiers blushed. One of them shifted awkwardly in his seat, the armor plates creaking.
"Don't you need... clothes? Or boots?" one of them asked, trying and failing to sound casual.
"Do we look like we need them?" Chloe replied with a smirk. She wiggled her toes on the cool metal floor, a blissful, simple pleasure. "Plus, we are built for... easy access. All the access, all the time."
"The Blight Area is not a pleasant walk in the park, ladies," another marine, a burly sergeant, said gruffly. "The ground is... alive. And hostile. And acidic in spots."
"All part of the fun!" Joy chirped. "Our feet are as indestructible as the rest. Acid baths are just a kinky form of foreplay for us now."
The sergeant just stared at her, then shook his head slowly, as if trying to dislodge the thought from his mind.
One of the pilots pointed ahead.
"There it is," he said, pointing forward. "Visual contact in fifteen seconds."
In the distance, something began to change. Like a rainbow canopy popped over the horizon.
"This is the Blight Area jungle, the tops of its highest trees," explained the pilot. "But we are not going to drop you on the top. We'll land about a kilometer from the perimeter, you'll walk the last stretch."
"Okay!"
The flyer descended slowly, hovering a few meters above the ground.
"Time for the main event," Zoe said, her voice tight with excitement.
They stepped on the ground. The girls turned their heads, looking around. A mundane crop field, the border barriers, and a Marine outpost nearby. And a looming rainbow jungle far away.
"How much to the center?" Joy asked. "About twenty-five kilometers?"
"More like thirty now," said the marine sergeant. The four Marines were scanning the perimeter, although everything was quiet and serene at the spot. "The Area is expanding."
"Anyway, just thirty! In these bodies, we could run to it in a few hours!"
"On a straight road, yes. There are no straight roads in those jungles. And you need to... take your time. And be thorough. You have a job to do. Your mission is planned for two weeks. Either we see the aliens dying and the Area contained by that time, or there will be nukes. We won't have the means to extract you from there, sorry."
The girls looked to each other, nodding silently.
"Okay, the navigation system check. Close your eyes and turn around several times." The girls giggled and obeyed. "Where's the Area center?" Three thin arms pointed in the same direction. "Perfect. Just follow your instincts. You'll have to rely only on yourself. There won't be any signal there."
They looked at the looming alien forest.
"Okay, agents." He saluted them. "Go ahead and fuck up them all!"
They laughed and returned the salute. "You got it!"
The flyer took off, leaving them in the middle of the plain. The sun was hot, the soil under their bare feet moist and sticky with stalks. Cicadas were chirping all around. They heard a lone moo from far behind them, and strange whoops and crackings far ahead from the rainbow jungle.
"Okay, gals," Zoe grinned. "Let's boldly go where no man has gone before!"
They laughed and started walking towards the alien jungle.
The lush, vibrant colors of the alien foliage swirled and pulsed, like a living kaleidoscope. The rainbow colors didn't come from leaves, but from the bark and fleshy ground cover.
"What a psychedelic view!" Chloe giggled. "I should have taken drugs before."
"You don't need them now," Joy smiled, touching the ground with her bare feet. She could feel a strange energy humming through the soles. The ground itself felt warm and strangely soft. It was as if the entire forest was one gigantic organism, and she was a tiny cell about to be absorbed.
There was a strange, soft, spongy moss-like covering, vibrant purple and green in the harsh sunlight. It squished under their bare feet, cool and slightly moist. A faint, sweet, cloying scent hung in the air, like rotting fruit mixed with honey and something else, something metallic and unsettling. The sounds of the outside world faded with each step, replaced by a low, rhythmic thrumming, a pulse that seemed to come from the very ground beneath them.
Chloe bent down, plucked a pinch of the moss, and put it into her mouth. "Yuk! Eee!" She immediately spat it back. "Tastes like... burnt sugar and... rotten shit."
Zoe laughed. "You would know!"
Chloe chuckled. "Don't tell me you never tasted shit!"
The girls laughed. They all did. At their age, they tried and tasted everything during their sex with clients. Shit, piss, vomit, menstrual blood, everything. At a proper level of arousal, everything tasted good.
"Why are you chewing on this moss, anyway?" Joy asked.
"Remember the last briefing? Our bodies recharge from sunlight, but we need some organic input for regeneration."
"Winnie said that we'll probably live on the alien sperm they'll be pumping us with," Zoe smirked. "But the buffet is open early!"
"I just hope their sperm will taste better!"
***
As they ventured deeper, the forest changed. The ground became a web of glistening, wet-looking tendrils, pale pink and blue, that pulsed gently beneath their feet. The girls had to watch their step carefully. The tendrils tried to wrap around their ankles with an insistent, curious grip. They didn't feel dangerous, just... needy.
"Oooh, they like us," Joy said, shaking her ankle free.
"They are very horny things!" Zoe added, stepping on a tendril on purpose. "Mmm... I want to fuck it!"
"It's mutual, I think. But let's not stop here."
They came to an opening. A herd of sheep-sized creatures was feeding on the tendrils. They were covered in short fur and had six legs. Their heads were the most bizarre part. It was a pulsing sac of translucent flesh with dozens of small, wriggling feelers around a large, central opening that periodically opened and closed, emitting a series of melodic coos. The creatures had no visible eyes.
"What the fuck are these?" Chloe whispered, awestruck and a little repulsed.
"Cuddle toys?" Zoe grinned. "They look soft."
Several of the creatures were fucking, mounting each other exactly like sheep would do.
"Wow, just look at their dicks!" Joy pointed.
The dicks weren't too thick, but they were about two feet long, and covered with bumps and patches of stiff bristles.
"Mmm, I would like to feel it!"
"It seems we all will do now!"
The cooing intensified. The largest one, a bulky male whose pulsing sac was a deep violet color, took a hesitant step towards them. His six legs were short and powerful.
"Ah, he likes us!"
"They all like!"
The girls were surrounded by the two dozen creatures who sniffed them and, like, kissed their hips with their sacs. Chloe giggled.
A sudden push in her back made her fall on her four. "Whoa, whoa! Ouch!" She felt the furry bottom brushing against her back. The creature smelled like a wet dog and rotting leaves. And it was determined to mount her. She barely had time to spread her knees a bit when the dick bumped her crotch several times and found its way in.
"Mmm... yeeeess..."
The bristles were not unpleasant. They scratched her inner walls, sending a wave of pain that quickly transformed into a deep, throbbing pleasure. The creature pumped her with a quick, eager rhythm.
Zoe and Joy were also mounted, and soon the three girls were moaning and screaming, surrounded by the herd of cooing, fucking aliens. The cocks filled them completely, their length pushing against the back of their synthetic wombs, sending jolts of electricity up their spines. The creatures did not make a difference between ass and cunny; they penetrated the first hole they found. They were fast and relentless, their pelvic region slamming against the girls' asses with each thrust. It was rough and brutal, exactly how they liked it.
The creatures around them were growing agitated, their coos turning into high-pitched squeals. They pushed and nuzzled each other, trying to get closer. It wasn't quite a hot gangbang, each creature just wanted to impregnate some girl once and walk away. The fucks were intense but short, about three to five minutes each. Exactly enough for the girls to orgasm each time they felt their inner cavity filled with the hot sticky cum.
Finally, the girls were free. They did not rush to get up, enjoying the orgasmic afterglow. Chloe crawled to Joy and licked the greenish sperm dripping from her both holes.
"Mmm, not bad. I'm starting to get used to this rotten aftertaste... Otherwise, it's spicy. Yum! We've just started the mission, but I'm starting to understand how we're going to survive here!"
"You're right," Zoe said, lying on her back. "A full meal with every fuck!"
They laughed. They could just lie there, letting the aliens come and go, but this was not the mission. They were the virus carriers.
Joy remembered how the scientists had installed the virus-breeding modules in them. They claimed the viruses were totally incompatible with Earth life and thus safe for humans, but they were wearing full biohazard suits anyway. The technician simply clicked the remote, and Joy's body promptly opened from her throat to crotch, revealing her inner cavity. She looked with interest inside her own belly, saw the throbbing tubes coming from the sex orifices and her fake lungs.
The technician attached what looked like black sponges to several spots inside the cavity. Another remote click, and Joy was whole again. "Okay," he said. "Whoever will cum into you, will get the dose."
Joy drifted off her memories and stood up.
"I'm almost sorry for those sheep," said she. "Just about a week of the incubation period, and they will drop dead."
"Presumably." By her side, Zoe was brushing off squished moss from her knees.
"Still, they are cute, and fuck great. I would like we could keep them alive."
"Take your endurance into account. What's a refreshing fuck for us would just shred human cunnies apart."
"You're right. So... what now?" Joy looked around. The area was quiet after the herd's departure. The pulsing rainbow vegetation seemed to have absorbed the sounds.
"Keep moving toward the center," said Chloe, pointing in the direction her internal compass screamed at her. "There will be more where that came from. And bigger, I bet."
***
They walked into the growth again. The soil under their bare feet was soft, wet, and cold. Slimy droplets fell from the trees here and there, sometimes splashing on the girls' hair and shoulders. There were more pastel-colored tendrils than before the cleating, and they were more active.
"You said you want to fuck them, Zoe," Chloe growled, trying to tear off the tendril that coiled around her ankle. "I get a feeling that we all will, soon!"
"Yeah... The mood in this forest is changing," noticed Joy. "More... hungry."
Then she yelped in surprise when the tendrils grabbed both her feet simultaneously. She wobbled, trying to regain her balance, when the third, thicker tendril wrapped around her waist and pulled her to the nearest tree trunk.
"Ha, tentacles!" Zoe laughed, being dragged to another tree by Joy's side. "I LOVE tentacles!"
"I don't!" Chloe grumped as another tendril lifted her leg up. Her other leg was already caught. She hung upside down, her hair brushing the wet ground. "The things should ask politely, not just drag me around!"
"Politeness is overrated, Chloe dear," Joy smirked, suspended in a similar pose by her own tree. She wiggled her toes, feeling the suckers on the tendrils tightening their grip. "Just wait for them to start, you'll change your mind!"
More tendrils sprouted from the main mass, thin and exploratory at first, like curious worms. They traced the contours of their bodies, gliding over the planes of their stomachs, tickling the sensitive skin of their inner thighs, slithering between their toes, spreading them. Joy shuddered, feeling the first hints of her pleasure building. The feelers were slick with some kind of lubricant that smelled faintly of ozone and copper. And they burned, like jellyfish or nettle, although not that strong.
Then another one wrapped around one of her breasts, squeezing it gently, and a new wave of painful pleasure washed over her. Another one, thicker this time, probed her asshole. The tip was pointy, and it pushed against the tight ring of muscle. Joy gasped, expecting a brutal intrusion, but it was surprisingly gentle, insistent, but not forceful. But it was the real burn! Joy squealed, squirming in her wraps.
"They like us," Chloe moaned as the tendrils started to find her openings. A particularly bold one was trying to wiggle its way into her ear, its thin tip tracing the helix and causing her to shudder violently.
"Let them in, Chloe," Zoe's strained voice suggested. "Let them everywhere! That's why we're here!"
Zoe's body was already a writhing mass of tentacles. One had pushed deep into her urethra, a thin but unbearably intense feeling that made her eyes roll back in her head. Another, thick one, was coiling around her throat, squeezing just enough to restrict her non-existent breathing, adding a dizzying thrill to the symphony of sensations.
Chloe, however, was struggling. Her body, while designed for this, still retained some of her human instincts. The invasion was too personal, too much. She tried to resist, to defend herself — only to become stretched wider and penetrated harder. She arched her back, gasping for air instinctively, as one of the larger tentacles forced its way into her cunny. It was huge, ribbed, and felt like a living, muscular snake tunneling into her. The pain was white-hot. Her mind screamed, but her body transformed the agony into a crescendo of raw pleasure. She stopped fighting and let out a long, guttural moan of surrender. Her resistance, it seemed, had only prolonged the foreplay. Then another burning tentacle pushed its way down her throat.
Now it really began for them all.
The tentacles stopped their gentle probing and began to thrust in unison. They were a chaotic orchestra of fucking. One would plunge deep into Joy's ass, while another would pull out of her cunny, only to be replaced by a third, thicker one. They pumped and writhed, their movements impossibly fast and powerful. They were not just fucking them; they were claiming them, filling them, marking them.
Zoe was the most receptive. She was screaming in joy, her body convulsing in a continuous, rolling orgasm. "Yes! YES! FUCK MEEE!" she wanted to shriek, as one tentacle plunged into her throat, another into her cunny, and a third into her ass, all at the same time. But all that she could give out, like them all, were muffled sounds, gagged by the tentacles in their mouths.
Joy felt the tendrils and tentacles reaching deeper and deeper into her, through all her holes, until they all met and entangled in her central cavity. She could feel them rubbing against each other through her thin synthetic inner walls, a bizarre, full-body sensation that was simultaneously overwhelming and utterly divine.
Suddenly, the tentacles inside them stiffened. They began to pulse, a slow, powerful beat that started from their tips and travelled down their lengths. Then, with a sudden, violent contraction, they came. A hot, viscous fluid gushed into them, filling them to the brim. It was thicker and warmer than the sheep-creatures' cum, with a sharp, acidic tang that burned their insides. The liquid filled their stomachs, their lungs, every void. Their bellies distended, stretched taut and translucent. Their bodies shuddered, not in pain, but in the most profound, soul-shattering orgasm they had ever experienced. The tentacles in their mouths squirted the liquid directly into their throats, forcing them to swallow or drown in the alien seed. Their secondary holes — nipples, nostrils, belly buttons — began leaking out the excess around the tendrils that penetrated them.
Joy closed her eyes, completely giving in to the burning and stretching pleasure. Then she heard Chloe's muffled protests. Then Zoe moaned, too. And then something tried to push into her already stretched vagina. She opened her eyes and tried to look down.
A round shape, the size of a small tennis ball, bulged the tentacle by her entrance. The tentacle throbbed, pushing the ball into her. Joy squirmed and moaned in the stretching pain. Her ass tentacle already was pushing the same round shape closer to her, and her throat one did that, too. Then all three of them forced the balls into her at once.
Joy arched her back, her head thrown back in a silent scream of agony and ecstasy. Her body, already overfilled, was being pushed to a new, impossible limit. The three balls were pushed through her tight channels, centimeter by centimeter, relentlessly. And she saw three more approaching, each one on its separate way! And then the process repeated itself. In a matter of minutes, all six hard orbs were pumped deep inside her, one after another. They settled in her central cavity, clinking together softly as they filled the space.
The tentacles withdrew as suddenly as they had appeared. They let go of the girls, letting them slump to the soft, wet ground. The girls lay there, gasping for air. They did not need it, but their instincts urged them to breathe. Their bodies trembled with aftershocks. Joy ran a hand over her hugely distended belly. It was hard and round, packed with the alien eggs. She felt them under her fingers. The feeling was surreal — a strange, heavy fullness that should have been terrifying, but was instead just another layer of the pervasive pleasure. Chloe and Zoe were in the same state. Chloe groaned, pressing both hands on her stomach, the greenish liquid streaming from all her holes. "I feel... so full... like I'm about to explode... and I love it."
"The eggs..." Zoe panted, her eyes wide with wonder. "It's... breeding us. We're incubators."
"And walking virus dispensers," added Joy with a weak grin. "Best job ever."
The forest seemed to hum around them, satisfied. The ground under their backs felt softer, the thrumming more pronounced. The sun, unseen behind the canopy of large rainbow leaves, was heating the air.
***
Step by step, hour by hour, three naked girls slowly advanced through the alien jungle. They were sexually assaulted about every hour, and each encounter was drastically different. A pair of floating, translucent jellyfish-like creatures enveloped them, their stinging tendrils delivering electric shocks that made their bodies convulse in orgasms as the creatures pumped a cool, effervescent fluid into every orifice. A cluster of what looked like oversized, furry centipedes with dozens of prehensile dicks swarmed them, their chitinous legs creating a symphony of scratching sensations as they sought out any and every opening. They were walking through a gauntlet of impossible depravity, and they were loving it.
And the girls' bellies were slowly growing from the collected fluids, and did not leak the excess as much as before.
"I do not understand," muttered Joy. "These bodies aren't equipped for pregnancy. Why are we like that?"
Zoe shrugged. "Maybe the eggs are clogging our tubes."
***
An hour later, large mantis-like monsters tried to eat them, but, fortunately, the girls' bodies were too tough to be torn, and the monsters were too small to swallow them whole. Although the girls still cried in pain, being stretched and chewed, until the monsters finally gave up the attempt. Chloe, who was chewed the most, enjoyed it the least.
"They don't bite," she complained, spitting out some green goo from her hair. "They just sort of... gum at you. It's annoying!" She squeezed her egg-bearing belly and felt movement under her fingers. "Only those bastards are happy and alive. They do not care that they were about to be served as a stuffing."
Zoe nodded, returning her limbs to their sockets.
Joy was sitting on the ground, shaking, pressing her palms to her face. "My eyes!" The synthetic blood dripped through her fingers.
Then it subsided. Joy gasped, then slowly took off her hands. She blinked with her large, clear eyes.
"Wow!" she whispered. "When Winnie told us we'll regrow fast, I did not imagine how fast!" She shuddered. "But having your eyes scratched out of your face is still terrible. One star, do not recommend."
***
Their next encounter was less dramatic. A small creature that looked like a cross between a pig and a hedgehog, covered in sharp spines, mounted Joy from behind while Chloe and Zoe were pinned to the ground. Its spines were long and wickedly sharp. As it thrust into her, they dug into her back, creating a pattern of agonizing stings. Each thrust was a fresh wave of pain that immediately curled into ecstasy.
"Mmm... more... more..." Joy gasped. But soon it was done. The creature came with a series of high-pitched squeals, then wandered off, leaving her with a back full of bleeding holes, closing fast, and a new appreciation for the phrase "pleasure and pain are one".
"This body can even take the pleasure of the acid bath!" Chloe squealed in delight as the large creature they had defeated a bit ago spilled a pool of steaming acid around them as a farewell. "This is sooo goood!"
***
By the end of the first day, they were covered in a layer of various alien fluids — some sticky, some slick, some glowing faintly. Their hair was matted, their skin glistening. They looked like they'd been through a car wash of a particularly depraved nature. And they were tired. Not physically exhausted — their bodies were still good as new — but mentally worn out from the constant onslaught of sensation. Their bellies remained distended, the alien gestating within them. With each fuck, they felt a little heavier, a little more... purposeful. They could feel the eggs inside them shift with every step, a strange, constant reminder of their role in this alien ecosystem.
Their minds needed a rest, so they found a relatively dry patch of ground under a huge, bell-shaped mushroom and curled up together, their sticky limbs entwined. The mushroom pulsed with a soft, blue light, and the air was thick with a sweet, hypnotic scent. They slept. Or rather, their minds went into a low-power mode, giving them a few hours of respite.