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I turned and stared at Dr. Hobart.
“How could you?!” I hissed.
Dr. Hobart gave me a sad smile.
“They won’t hurt you,” he said. “As long as you don’t put up a fight.”
“You’re a monster!” I said.
“No, my dear: those are monsters.” He pointed over my shoulder.
I turned and faced the Moles. They were almost upon me now, huffing and grunting with interest. Like Marco, they all had robust, powerfully muscled physiques and chiseled, angular features. Their pointed ears and milky white eyes gave them a menacing look, although I no longer saw them as ugly. I backed up against the window. There was nowhere to go. I knew it was pointless to fight them, pointless to try to get away. They were going to have their way with me whether I wanted it or not.
“I can’t let you return to the surface,” said Dr. Hobart. “Not yet, anyway. Not until after you’ve given birth.”
Given birth?! What the fuck is he talking about?!
“I can’t take the risk,” he continued. “You can’t take the risk. If the government finds out you’re carrying a homo troglodytes around in your belly ... well, they won’t be pleased, let’s just put it that way. And you won’t be very happy about it either, once the government gets their hands on you. They won’t be as considerate as I am. I told you to stay away, but you wouldn’t listen. And now you need to stay here, for your own protection. I’m sorry. I wish there was some other way.”
The Moles were surrounding me now, standing up on their hind legs and looking down at me with curious, eager expressions. They were so massive and broad-shouldered and muscular I felt like a child by comparison. One of them reached out and fondled my breast, cupping it in his big, broad hand, giving it a firm squeeze.
I shut my eyes, gritting my teeth as its warm, dry hand kneaded my soft, supple flesh. I felt a trickle of moisture down below.
Just stay calm, Robyn. They’re not going to hurt you.
“You have to let the Moles mount you, Robyn. It’s the only way to be accepted by their group. It’s too dangerous for you to run around the vault if you haven’t been mounted. Once they’ve accepted you, you’ll have nothing to fear from them. Though you might have to put up with a bit of coitus from time to time.”
A bit of coitus. It sounded so absurd I almost let a nervous laugh escape through my lips. The Mole was plucking at my nipple with his thumb and index finger. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest, though from fear or excitement I could no longer tell.
One of the Moles reached forward and began probing my vulva with its finger, stroking my pubic hair and wiggling his large fingertip into the wet spot that was forming between my labia. My breath was coming harder and faster now, through grit teeth. I looked at all of the long, hard cocks dangling between the Moles’ muscular thighs. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting. Did nothing phase me anymore? I should have been terrified, but my recent experiences with Marco had changed my perspective about the creatures. They no longer seemed quite so abominable, or animal-like. Now they merely seemed primitive and strange, even exotic.
The Mole that was fingering me pulled his hand away and smelled his finger. He licked it, nodded approvingly, and then crouched down in front of me. He placed his strong hands on my thighs, spreading my legs. I became acutely aware that Dr. Hobart could see everything through the window from the other side. The window came almost all the way down to the floor, exposing everything. The Mole pushed his face up between my thighs and began licking my labia with its slippery, flexible tongue, making me tingle. Two of the Moles were playing with my breasts now, kneading them and gently pinching and pulling my nipples. The last Mole was watching everything intently, casually stroking its thick, veiny shaft with its fingers, much as a human man watching porn would have.
“Yes, that’s it Robyn,” said the doctor, cooing. “Just let them explore your body. See how gentle they’re being?”
I couldn’t help but wonder if the doctor was enjoying himself at my expense, but the rapid, sensual flicking of the Mole’s tongue across my clitoris was making it hard for me to focus on my resentment. One of the other Moles leaned in close to me and began sniffing my neck. I felt a rush of blood and my ears began throbbing. A shiver washed over my body. The Mole between my legs began probing my dripping hole with its tongue, wiggling it up inside of me, and my leg started to shake. I had to brace my hands against the glass to keep from sliding.
“What did you call these things?” I said, speaking at the doctor over my shoulder through the window in a loud, somewhat breathless voice.
“Homo troglodytes. Cave men. Real cave men. An evolutionary offshoot, or alternative, if you prefer, to homo sapiens. Similar to Neanderthals. Somehow they found a way to survive underground and have been evolving on their own for close to a million years.”
The Mole between my legs pushed one of its long, thick fingers inside of me, making me gasp. It reached forward with the tip of its finger and began stroking my G-spot, as if it knew exactly what it was doing. I moaned out loud and it resumed bathing my clit with its wet tongue. I gasped, trembling from head to toe. It was going to make me cum.
“The contractors dug into one of their cave systems when they were building the vault. It was quite a surprise to the government, to say the least. They walled it off, but somehow the Moles got through. They went after the livestock and the government had to evacuate the vault.”
The Mole between my legs began stroking my G-spot more vigorously, devouring my clit with ravenous strokes of its tongue. I had to bite my lower lip, and even then my mewling cries somehow managed to make their way through.
“A few of us were left down here to study the Moles,” the doctor continued. “To determine if they were a threat. It was all very top secret. They didn’t want anyone finding out about them, you understand. The government was afraid humanity wasn’t ready to face another intelligent life form, even one as comparatively crude as homo troglodytes. And I can’t say I blame them. Well, you can see for yourself that they’re more advanced than chimpanzees, our next closest relative. The government was afraid of interbreeding. Of what it might do to the gene pool. The fools! They never understood that breeding with the troglodytes might be the best thing for humanity! The invigoration of our race after thousands of years of evolutionary stagnation! Imagine what we could accomplish by combining our DNA with the DNA of such extraordinary creatures!”
At this point in the doctor’s narrative, my excitement overwhelmed me and I felt an explosion of pleasure. My whole body began shaking violently against the window, my vaginal muscles contracting tightly around the Mole’s finger. The Mole lapped up my juices with thirsty intensity, trying to catch every last drop.
“The government pulled the plug on the program. Small-minded, penny-pinching cowards! The greatest scientific discovery in the history of mankind and they cut me off over a lack of funding and some fascist squeamishness about interracial breeding!”
Dr. Hobart’s oration was becoming quite passionate, but I wasn’t in any condition to appreciate his feeling of injustice. Almost as soon as the last waves of my orgasm washed over me, I felt myself being pulled down onto my hands and knees by several pairs of strong hands. The Moles pushed and prodded my body into position, and almost immediately one of the troglodytes mounted me, forcing his hard swollen glans between my slick labia. The warm, throbbing cockhead pulsated inside of me for a moment and then the Mole’s hands gripped me tightly by the waist and he pushed his thick shaft in.
I yelped and sprang forward, but the Moles’ powerful hands held me firmly in place. The Mole’s cock stretched my tight cunt to its limits and I felt an immediate surge of warmth and pleasure spreading through my pelvis. The Mole began thrusting with vigorous excitement, grunting and huffing as it exerted its dominance over me. The fullness and intimacy of the contact was intoxicating and I soon found myself pushing back into him with moans of pleasure.
“It’s for research purposes, Robyn,” the doctor explained, zooming in. “It’s my duty to gather all of the relevant data. Posterity will thank you for your contribution to science.”
I bobbed my head forward and back, sucking vigorously on the Molecock and glaring at the doctor.
Research! I bet!
I had no doubt he’d scrutinize every frame of the film.
The Mole in my vagina continued to hump me, thrusting enthusiastically and making little grunts and moans of pleasure while the fourth Mole, who’d been standing at my side this whole time, reached underneath me and began to fondle my tits. The other Mole standing in front, perhaps jealous of the attention his companion was receiving, thrust his own cock closer, smearing the wet tip against my cheek to gain my attention. I let the first Mole’s cock slip out of my mouth and turned my head and began licking the other Mole’s knob, continuing to massage the first Mole’s shaft with my fist.
The full implications of what I was doing finally struck me: I’m getting gangbanged by troglodytes!
It was insane! And yet ... what could I do about it? I was completely at their mercy. I had no choice but to satisfy them in whatever way they desired. And, truth be told, at this point, I didn’t really want them to stop.
The Mole behind me suddenly went rigid as steel and let out a loud, deep bellow. I felt its thick cock throbbing wildly inside of me and then a series of short, sudden jerks. Each jerk was accompanied by a stream of warm Mole spunk. Its cream filled my belly, slowly inundating my fertile womb with copious quantities of sticky troglodyte seed. The knowledge that I was being bred like some kind of lab animal while the doctor recorded everything on his camera added to the shamefulness of my predicament. But my shame only seemed to accentuate my excitement. I felt a wave of pleasure wash through me and soon I was cumming as well, clenching around the thick shaft buried inside of me and milking it for all it was worth.
The Mole finally pulled out, trailing semen, and another Mole took its place. This was the one that had been groping my breasts, and he lost no time penetrating me with his rigid pole, displacing a quantity of the other Mole’s sperm as he did so. The thick spunk ran down the inside of my thighs, making them slick.
I tried to concentrate on sucking the cock that was still filling my mouth with its strangely pleasing taste, but it was hard to maintain any kind of rhythm. The two Moles kept fighting for my attention and I had to keep switching from one cock to the other. I wondered vaguely if the Moles would consider my acceptance complete if they ejaculated in my mouth instead of my pussy.
“It was an accident, of course. What happened to my Rosie,” Dr. Hobart continued, pursuing a different train of thought. “The soldiers forgot to lock the cage and one of the Moles got out. It crept up behind her and before she knew what was happening it was tearing off her clothes and mating with her. She became the first person in history to interbreed with a troglodyte.”
I was being soundly fucked at this point, and was having trouble following the doctor’s story. Had Rosie been his assistant? Or had it been his wife? He’d said her name with a great deal of affection. I was curious, of course, but I couldn’t very well ask him any questions with a troglodyte cock thrusting in my mouth and banging at my throat.
“We raised the child here, in the lab. We kept it a secret from the government, of course. One can only imagine what they would have done to our child. The funding had been cut off by that point, however, so we had to make do on our own. But we had some help from a sympathizer in the White House. He secretly secured a small stipend for us so that we could continue to live and work in the vault, continuing our quest for knowledge. For the betterment of humanity.”
The Mole thrusting inside my vagina suddenly let out a howl and his shaft went stiff as metal. I felt the familiar throb and the violent twitching and a second heavy load of Mole sperm began flooding my belly. This seemed to excite the Mole in my mouth and the moment I’d been half-dreading, half-hoping for finally happened: thick streams of warm Mole semen began filling my mouth.
There was so much thick, creamy spunk that I had to swallow it quickly to keep from choking on it. Even so, it was overflowing from my mouth and running down my chin. It had a surprisingly sweet but musky flavor, which I found incredibly arousing, and that, when combined with the Mole cock pumping a heavy load of sperm into my vagina, tipped me over the edge into my third orgasm.
My whole body was trembling and shaking now, barely able to support itself as I weathered the waves of my climax. The Mole at my back pulled out with a wet, popping sound and another river of cum streamed down from my pussy to my leg. The balls of the Mole inside my mouth finally ceased their rhythmic pumping and the creature pulled out, trailing cum up over my nose, giving me an opportunity to gasp for air. My stomach was full I’d swallowed so much cum. The last Mole was already assuming his position behind me, mounting me for the final stage of my journey to acceptance.
“Rosie and I were greatly excited by the success of our first ‘experiment’, so we decided to perform more trials. We had to be certain, you see, that the first pregnancy hadn’t been a fluke. We couldn’t very well ask for volunteers, of course, so my wife — Rosie — volunteered to continue the experiments herself. Her selflessness and dedication to science were truly astonishing, and with so much at stake, I couldn’t very well say no.”
The doctor’s story was getting weirder and weirder, but the final Mole was so vigorously plunging his hard shaft into my by-now-quite-stretched pussy, slapping his heavy balls against my clit, and unerringly striking against the little spot above my cervix, that I could barely hear him over the sound of my own wild cries of desire. I felt like I was going to explode with excitement.
“She gave birth to five Moles in total, each by a different father, so we were able to accumulate a good deal of data about the gestation — the prenatal period for a Mole is ten months — infancy, and development of the homo troglodytes. Pregnancies were not always immediate, of course; Rosie had to engage in frequent coitus, often multiple times a day, for weeks or even months at a time before a pregnancy occurred. There was simply no alternative. But we never lost a child. Once a troglodyte baby takes root, it clings quite tenaciously to life. Those days of research during and between Rosie’s pregnancies were the most exciting and fulfilling times of our lives. We spent years studying the children — sorry, the troglodytes — recording and analyzing their behaviors and I’m afraid we became quite attached to them.”
I dug my nails into the floor tiles, moaning as my orgasm finally consumed me. I began to violently tremble, bucking back against the Mole as he drove his warm, steely rod into my core. My vagina seized him in a fierce embrace, pulsating rapidly as it strove to milk him with its rhythmic clenching. The sensation must have aroused the Mole, for he let out a loud, booming roar and his whole body spasmed with tension. His fingers tightened around my hips, his cock plunged deep inside of me, practically penetrating my cervix, and I felt the whole length of his shaft throb wildly as his testicles pumped their heavy load of seed deep into my womb.
“Doctor! How could you?!” exclaimed an unfamiliar woman’s voice.
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The woman’s voice emerging from the speaker over the window brought me down from the heights of my ecstasy back to the real world.
I looked over m
y shoulder through the window into the laboratory and saw an attractive — and very pregnant — black woman facing the doctor in a state of apparent shock and outrage.
She rushed to the window, pushing the doctor aside, and stared down at me, her mouth agape. I stared back at her, completely mortified, cringing as the Mole pulled out of my vagina and unleashed a thick stream of cum onto the floor between my legs.
“What have you done?!” said the pregnant woman, directing her comment over her shoulder at Dr. Hobart.
“Only what was necessary, Judy!” said the doctor, turning crimson as he spoke up in his defense. He shut off the camera and grabbed a pair of pants, slipping them on over his long underwear.
“Did you kidnap her?” said the woman, turning on him.
“No, I didn’t kidnap her!” Dr. Hobart said indignantly. “That was one time, Judy! And I didn’t kidnap that girl, either! I’ve told you a thousand times already that she came of her own free will. It was all a big misunderstanding.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Who was this black woman? Why was she pregnant? And who was this other girl they were talking about? How many young women had the doctor performed these experiments on?
I got up to my feet and slammed my hands against the glass.
“Let me out of here!” I shouted.
The pregnant black woman backed away from the glass in alarm.
“I told you, Robyn. I can’t do that!” shouted the doctor, exasperated. “Judy, explain it to her. She’ll listen to you. You’re a woman.”
The woman named Judy grabbed the doctor by the arm and drew him aside. They moved halfway down the length of the lab, speaking in hushed whispers and looking over their shoulders at me. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but the doctor pointed at me, shook his head, and waved his hands.
The woman slapped his hands down. After a brief but intense conversation, the woman scowled at him and fell silent. They stared at each other for a long moment and then she held out her hand.
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