Hostage Brides of the Overlords: Part 5
(Futuristic Sci Fi Erotica)
Jill Soffalot
Copyright 2014 Jill Soffalot
Wild Charm Publishing Amazon Edition
Cover Design Sam Butters
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
About the Author
Chapter One
Clara woke up when the orderly at the door cleared his throat for the second time. She'd been dreaming about the beach, about swimming in the ocean under an impossibly wide blue sky. It was a magnificent memory, but tinged with anxiety and sadness. She was dreaming about the day she'd been abducted, when she was somehow sucked through time to the horrible new future where humans lived in a seemingly endless underground complex.
In the dream, Clara knew that her friend Janelle must be swimming somewhere nearby. And she knew that she was going to be taken, sucked through time, although she didn't really know what that experience was going to be like. She had no memory of the event. One moment she'd been diving below the surface of the Pacific Ocean on a warm August morning at a beach north of San Francisco, and then she was emerging, over the course of weeks, from a deep black sleep.
It was like dreaming about swimming with a shark. On some level you expect the shark. You're waiting for it. You fear meeting the shark, but you're not specifically trying to escape from it, because you know it's going to happen. The shark will appear no matter what you do. What is more fearful is the unknown, the distress of not knowing where the shark is or when it will appear. And not knowing what will happen when the shark arrives.
"Ladies? I need to speak to you please." The orderly's voice broke through the fourth wall of the dream, and gradually Clara came to. She was in Gretchen's room, in Gretchen's bed. The two young women were tangled together, naked except for underwear, with a white cotton sheet pulled up over their bodies.
Clara opened her eyes and raised her head. It was the middle of the afternoon. The orderly, one of the "littles," was standing in the open doorway holding a clipboard.
"What's up, buddy?" Clara groaned. Gretchen was stirring in her arms.
"I have your assignments for tonight."
The orderly read the room numbers for the women, had them repeat the numbers back, then left them in peace, closing the door but not pushing it fully shut. He left a two-inch space.
Clara sat up on the edge of the bed. Gretchen moaned behind her. "Oh, don't get up. Stay. Stay with me."
The two had fallen into a new routine. In the weeks since their late night party with a group of other normal human men, and the subsequent brutal punishment, they had been alternating between their nighttime work of getting fucked by the monsterish "bigs," and long afternoons spent naked in each other's arms.
They kissed and fondled each other, snuggling and whispering for long hours every day, but they never removed the white cotton panties that were standard issue for the women that were there to provide breeding fodder for the half-human bigs. The bigs, with their preposterously large cocks, stretched the women's vaginas painfully, and Clara and Gretchen preferred not to touch them during the day. Instead, their lovemaking was constrained to kisses and caresses and softly spoken words of tenderness. These women needed each other to survive.
Clara sighed. "I don't know what to do," she said. "They're putting more and more pressure on me to get pregnant. That little bitch orderly who does my preg test every morning is starting to hint that if I don't get knocked up with one of these monster babies, they're going to cut me loose. Which is a death sentence."
"Yeah, she's a real little sweetheart," Gretchen said, rolling on her back and stretching. "Don't pay her too much attention. She doesn't make any decisions."
"Sure," Clara said, half-turning on the bed so she could face her friend. "But it comes from the top, right? Maybe from that prick Able Jones. And the message is pretty clear. I'm only valuable to them if I'm producing babies. And if I'm not, then they have no need for me."
Gretchen brought her hand up to stroke Clara's arm. "Don't worry. It takes a while to get pregnant from these weirdoes. They're not exactly normal guys, you know what I mean? They're giant, caveman-looking freaks. You can't expect their sperm and your egg to match on the first shot."
"I suppose," Clara replied. "I just can't wait for my next period. My pussy needs a break from getting destroyed by those big goons."
"Come here," Gretchen said, and Clara melted down on top of her, kissing her on the neck, letting her hands play over the raven-haired New Yorker's full breasts. They wrapped up in each other, their lips exploring, their hands stroking and feeling.
"I imagine an island," Gretchen said. "A tiny sandy island where you and I could live forever, and make love all day and all night on a bed made of palm leaves. Wouldn't that be nice? I would love that."
"It sounds wonderful," Clara said. "You could finally lick my pussy."
Gretchen giggled shyly and squeezed her friend. "I want to lick you again. You know, I'd never done that with another girl until that night. With you."
"Really?" Clara said. "It seemed like you knew exactly what to do."
"I don't know. I just did what I thought would feel good. You know, I never even had a boy do that to me until I started getting screwed by the bigs. Some of them like eating pussy."
"You never had a boyfriend go down on you?" Clara ran her fingers down Gretchen's belly to play along the waistline of her panties. There was a ripple in her skin there, where she'd delivered two children by Caesarean section. The children had been huge, hybrids of normal Gretchen and their anonymous big fathers. Clara didn't linger at the scar, afraid of making her friend self-conscious, but instead trailed her fingers around Gretchen's pubic area, enticing her.
"No," Gretchen replied, her cheeks reddening in response to the stimulation Clara was giving with her fingers. "I'd only had sex a few times before I was taken, and it was always pretty vanilla. Lights out, missionary position, that type of thing. I pretty much had monsters teach me how to make love."
"Poor thing," Clara said, swirling her fingers very lightly over the material covering her friend's vagina. Gretchen responded, shifting her position to spread her legs further, allowing Clara more access. "I guess you've never really had anyone you cared about go down on you."
"Yeah, but what's the big deal, right?" Gretchen said. "I mean, it's just to help get you wet, so it doesn't hurt as much when the cock goes in."
"Partly," Clara said, "but it can feel good all on its own. I've had boys make me come with their tongues. I'd love to have you do that to me."
Gretchen smiled. Her eyes were closed. "I'd love that," she said, her voice warm with breath. Clara's teasing fingers were making her feel hot.
Clara slid down on the bed so she could place her lips on her friend's nipple, and she gave it a delicate kiss. It stood up hard and firm, and Clara swirled her tongue around it, caressing the areola. She was now no longer just tracing her fingertips over the surface of Gretchen's panties. She was now gently massaging the girl's pussy through the material, and the sound of Gretchen's quickening breathing told her she was more than welcome to continue, or go further.
Clara had never gone this far with a girl. Prior to arriving in 2362, she'd never done anything more than snuggle with her best friend Janelle. Having Gretchen briefly lick her pussy before fucking Mark, the orderly little who had taken them to meet the normal men, had been her first real lesbi
an contact. Even these past few weeks, there had been unspoken lines that were not crossed. They'd kissed and caressed and nuzzled and fondled, but they'd never seriously moved toward having sex with each other. It had been more about tenderness and comfort.
But with her fingers exploring the shape and contour of Gretchen's vagina through her panties, Clara found herself becoming more and more aroused. Gretchen had tasted her pussy. Could she really return the favor?
She moved back up from her friend's breast to press her lips against Gretchen's open mouth. This was no delicate peck on the lips. Clara kissed like she needed to fuck, slipping her tongue inside Gretchen's mouth, while rubbing her through her panties.
"Oh, fuck," Gretchen gasped, suddenly snapping her thighs shut so she could slip her panties down and off. "Oh, fuck, I'm getting so hot."
Once Gretchen's panties were off and her thighs were open again, Clara slid her fingers back onto her friend's pussy, finding it hot and wet. She slid her fingers along the slit of her inner lips, spreading the wetness from the opening down below to the swelling clit at the top. Her pussy's outer lips were lined with soft hair. Clara had never touched another woman's vagina like this. It felt so luxurious.
Gretchen suddenly grabbed Clara's wrist and guided her hand lower, making it clear she was looking for penetration. Clara obliged, slipping first one, then two fingers inside her friend's wet pussy. It felt awkward at first, but she tried to think about how she used to masturbate, how she used to slip her finger inside her own pussy to get off. It occurred to her that she hadn't masturbated in a long time. There was never time for it in this place.
Gretchen was panting, softly moaning. "Hang on," Clara said, as she suddenly realised the door to the room was still slightly ajar. She removed her hand and got off the bed, quickly skipping across the room to shut the door. She turned around. Gretchen had pulled away the sheet and was now lying with her head on the pillow and her legs spread wide.
Clara smiled. She slipped her own panties down over her hips and let them drop to the floor. Yes, her pussy was sore from the nightly pounding it took from the bigs' massive cocks, but right now she didn't care. She returned to the bed and got down between her friend's open thighs, smelling for the first time the rich scent of another woman's pussy in a state of full arousal.
Without hesitation, she lowered her mouth, kissing Gretchen's pussy right at the top, just over the hood of flesh that all but obscured her pink clitoris. Clara had never eaten pussy, but she'd had boyfriends do some very good things for her, so she had an idea of what to do. She placed her tongue low and drew it upward, licking all the way up along Gretchen's inner lips, finishing at her clit. It was a strange flavor, but she didn't dwell on it, and instead started lapping at her friend's clit, licking upwards, drawing the bud of flesh out.
"Oh my god," Gretchen moaned, digging her fingers into the mattress and rolling her head back in pleasure. "More," she panted, "give me more."
Clara gently drew her fingers out and slid them back in, this time with three. She moved them in and out, twisting slightly as she went. Gretchen's pussy, which had been dominated by outrageously large cocks for the past few years, took the three fingers easily, and she cooed gratefully. "That's good," Gretchen said. "One more."
"You like that, do you?" Clara said with a giggle, as she slipped her pinky finger in as well. She put her lips back on Gretchen's clit, sucking it in as she massaged her entrance with all four fingers.
"Oh, fuck, I'm so fucking close!" Gretchen groaned, reaching to hold Clara's head. "Oh, fuck, put it all in!"
Gretchen's pussy was slippery wet with juice and saliva, and the muscles, accustomed to giving way, stretched to accept Clara's hand. "Holy shit," Clara said, looking down as her hand gradually slipped inside her friend's vagina. "I'm fisting you."
"Don't stop! Don't stop!" Gretchen cried, and Clara put her mouth back to the girl's clit, licking and sucking as Gretchen climaxed, her stretched pussy clamping down on Clara's inserted hand.
It went on and on as Gretchen shook and shuddered, bucking against the mattress as waves of ecstasy rolled through her. She moaned and gasped and cried out, almost weeping when she finally descended from her peak. "Oh...ohhhh," she moaned as Clara slowly withdrew her hand. "Oh fuck, girl, I think I'm in love. I fucking love you. That was amazing."
Clara wiped her face on the bed sheet, but held her wet hand up, not wanting to touch anything. She slid up and kissed Gretchen on the lips. "That was fucking crazy," she said. "I guess our pussies can handle anything now, huh?"
"Oh, I'm drifting on a cloud," Gretchen said, lying with her legs still spread wide, her eyes closed.
Clara struggled to dress using only one hand, careful not to get Gretchen's juice on her clothes. When she had her shirt and pants back on, she kissed her friend once again and slipped out, heading to the bathroom to wash herself off.
She paused and looked at herself in the mirror that hung over the sink. She was changing. She didn't know exactly how long she'd been here. There were no clocks or calendars anywhere to be seen. Days were divided up by simply having the hallway lights dimmed. Maybe it had been three or four months, but Clara felt like she'd aged a great deal in that time. Her birthday must have passed by now, but how did birthdays work if you were thrown through time? Something as simple as having a birthday seemed silly in this ongoing ordeal.
How long could it go on like this? Her friendship with Gretchen was developing into something more, and the presence of a very good friend made it easier to get along from day to day. Even so, as fun as the fist fuck had been, Clara wasn't a lesbian. Her mind went again to Sean, the young black man from the ghetto of Long Beach, California. They'd met only once, talking and then making love at a secret night-time rendezvous that turned out to be not nearly secret enough. She knew it was unlikely she'd see him again. But he was here, somewhere. There was always a possibility.
She went and collected Gretchen, and the two of them went and had something to eat in the cafeteria. Some of the other girls gave them knowing smiles, and Clara expected that the door hadn't entirely contained Gret's cries of joy. They ate, drank the imitation coffee, and quietly passed the afternoon together. They'd crossed a line, moving their relationship to a new level. There was an awkwardness between them as they both struggled to process what was happening, but every time their eyes met they smiled, and they squeezed each other's hands. They drew strength from each other to survive here.
When the time came, they went to their assigned rooms to wait for bigs to come and breed with them. Clara sat on the bed, thinking of Gretchen, thinking of Sean, and wondering how many bigs she would be partnered with this time. She didn't have to wait long, and when two of the massive, muscle-bound dimwits entered, she smiled politely and undressed.
The bigs were already naked, their huge cocks swinging loose between their legs. As time went on Clara began to see the bigs as less and less human, and more like human-like animals. Beasts. Monsters, like ogres or trolls from the fairy tales. Ogres that liked to fuck the precious village girls who were foolish enough to wander into the forest.
She got down on her knees, ready to suck the cock of the first one to approach. The bigger of the two, a small-eyed mammoth with fair hair, approached first, but instead of guiding his cock into her waiting mouth, he put his hands under her arms and lifted her up off the floor, raising her right up so that her knees went over his shoulders. Her head was almost brushing the ceiling. He was lifting her up so that he could lick her pussy. She held his head while he got to it, extending his big tongue to slurp at her privates. It was erotic in a crude, brutal fashion, but the important thing was that the wetness would help when it was time from them to push those giant cocks inside her.
The second big put his hands on her ass and spread her cheeks open, and she felt his tongue as well, licking her ass. They stood holding her aloft, licking her front and back. She leaned on them, letting herself go, trying not to slip into a state of existential en
nui wondering what it all meant in the grander scheme of things. Just enjoy the head, she told herself. Just try and enjoy the head.
A rumbling noise from far away made her pause, but she thought nothing of it and tried to focus on their clumsy attempts to engage in foreplay. Down below, their cocks were stiffening, getting ready to stretch her and fuck her raw.
She heard the noise again. It sounded like distant thunder, and it became more frequent. She wondered at it, since she'd never heard it before. Since the complex where they existed was far below the surface of the earth, it couldn't possibly be thunder. Earthquake? Volcanic activity? She'd once been told the whole place was powered using geothermal energy, so it might be something along those lines.
Then came the sound of an explosion. The two bigs, who had so far been distracted by licking Clara's pussy and asshole, now stopped what they were doing and cocked their heads to listen. The sounds were still very distant, but they were becoming regular. The big who'd been licking Clara's pussy set her delicately down on the bed and nodded to his herculean pal. They turned, and without another thought for Clara, opened the door and left.
With the door open the sounds were much more distinct, and they sounded much closer. Although Clara had no experience in the field, she could tell it wasn't the sound of a geological event, like an earthquake or volcano. It sounded like violence, like war. Distant shouts, and roars that must be coming from the bigs, echoed down the hallways, blending with the regular thumping and crashing sounds of the explosions.
Something major was happening; that was instantly clear. But what? Could it be some kind of revolution from the captured normals, all the breeding slaves uniting to take back control of their lives? Possibly. She thought of the fantasy she'd had of Sean bursting in to free her, and the two of them going on a violent rampage, taking their revenge against their captors. Maybe her fantasy was coming true.
She dressed and stepped out into the hallway. The bigs from all the breeding rooms were dashing out, some red-faced and sweaty, some with their cocks still slick from the women they'd been fucking. The lumbered with heavy footsteps to small rooms at the entrance of each hallway, where the quickly pulled on their rough grey coveralls and black boots. From there they stormed off, on their way to discover the source of the violent sounds.
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