; ; But it was not police or army that made Ramon grip the wood panels in ; fright, it was these impossible, unwholesome women. Yes, any man with ; any manhood would be tempted by their brazen charms, but the wiry, ; scarred henchmen had seen sights in the past few days to curl the ; black hairs of his scraggly goatee. Yes, there was a price to be paid ; for enjoying the carnal delights that these new women offered. Heh! ; That was too gentle; He had the distinct sense that these sluts were ; so consumed with passion, that any man not seduced by the mere ; splendour of their naked presence would be raped.
; ; He shuddered as he watched his boss, employer, and mentor devolving ; into a shell of a man. Marcos did not bother to wear pants these days; ; his vigorous cock was now longer than his forearm, and it seemed ; almost constantly erect. From a small crevice, concealed by the secret ; door; Ramon beheld the display that was a sickening as it was ; arousing. The pudgy, fiftyish crimelord was no longer having sex for ; pleasure, as he pumped furiously into the strange woman with the ; golden robes, bending over upon his desk, it seemed as though the ; criminal mastermind could no longer be at peace unless his manmeat was ; inside a woman's cunt. He rarely spoke anymore, simply grunting, ; groping...grasping at the nearest proffering of slick, supple ; girlflesh that was now in ridiculous abundance throughout the ; estate. His only joy in life was that transcendant moment when he was ; in the crotch-grinding act of penetrating a woman. No, it was not for ; pleasure, but rather for relief. Sweating, heaving as he thrusted, it ; was clear that he had become an animal.
; ; ---
; ; ".....And the Government Bonds from your banks in Rio de Janeiro;" ; instructed the wide-assed, lurid Priestess, producing documents from ; the shelf beneath the desk, offering them to Marcos, even as he ; plunged his meat deeper into a moist, warm slit. He scribbled down his ; signature without even the thought of examining the situation. In the ; past few minutes that Ramon had watched; the smuggler had signed away ; tens of millions of dollars worth of property and financial assets to ; this mystery woman due to her own....assets of a more....physical ; kind. And there was no regret; only savage joy that he was being ; allowed to copulate again. Not that these women had high ; standards....sluts.....all of them.....
; ; SLUT...he had been using that word quite a bit lately, yet in this ; case Ramon could not help but pause in wonderment at how absolutely ; true that word had become. These eerie plant-women gave no thought to ; the appearance, status, or behavior of any man; they simply tackled ; anything with a penis and began to demonstrate their arousal with ; hands, lips, and breasts. The plant-women never wore clothing, (save ; the Priestess) had no thoughts other than sex, and acted as ; though...each copulation were a personal victory. Their feminine faces ; were masks of glee and triumph whenever a penis was inside them, which ; was often.
; ; No...Ramon would NOT meet his employer's fate! Turning down the ; tunnel, he resolved to continue with his plan to simply flee; run away ; and not look back. For good cause; he could not simply refrain, ; resist. Their allure was too powerful; he had no illusions. Ramon had ; given in to their charms before, and would do so again. Even if he did ; not; he was increasingly certain that these she-beasts had the ability ; and urges to simply force the sex!
; ; The tunnel in which the erstwhile minion made good his flight ; connected to the attic of the central mansion, and the considerable, ; illicit wealth that made the estate possible had also made it feasible ; to install a covert surveillance system within this bare, grim ; corridor of dull cement. Prudent, the small screens in the first ; alcove would have allowed Marcos to monitor each part of his estate ; for threats or intruders - except that these intruders had been ; welcomed; and the wealthy smuggler and crime boss had been their first ; victim. Ramon had to stop to adjust his pants; walking was becoming ; ever more difficult! For he too, had partaken of the brazen offers of ; these unwholesome, fast-breeding whores and... well, that wasn't quite ; it, he had simply not resisted when they confronted him with jiggling ; breast and hungrily-moist cunts. As a consequence, his cock was more ; erect than he had ever believed possible. His beefy rod had almost ; doubled in length, and would soon be half as long as the barrel of the ; AK-47 slung across his shoulder for protection. And he had been hard ; all day! Sure, a 'morning flagpole' was not unusual for him, but he'd ; been awake for six hours today; and his penis had never softened, ; never lessened its ardor in that time. If anything, he was only ; growing harder...longer....bigger!
; ; No...no...mustn't think about his cock, that would only make the urges ; worse! It was as though a hot coal had been slipped inside him; a ; furious burn that inflicted seething pleasure upon his nether ; regions. Clutching his own shoulders, he grunted as another spasm ; overtook him, the magnitude of his cravings were so great that his ; body was suffering....what he might describe as withdrawal ; symptoms. All of Marcos' men were familiar with such, for cocaine ; trafficking was a chief enterprise of this criminal operation, ; yet...it was these women! Their touch was addictive! And continuous ; indulgence would ruin a man just as surely as the most potent ; intoxicant. Lips quivering, he struggled to adjust his pants to make ; more room for his enflamed, incorrigible penis. But he dare not slow, ; he must check upon his contact; the other with whom he was planning to ; escape.....there, in the screen on the upper-left corner in the alcove ; filled with surprisingly advanced electronics to monitor the sprawling ; grounds. Yes...Maria was there and....no...they got to her!
; ; The plain-spoken, late-fiftyish house maid was thrashing upon a bed, ; tearing at her clothes that had suddenly fallen slack. Once, her aging ; plumpness had widened her body beyond the parameters of what almost ; any man could find attractive; yet Ramon could see her figure visibly ; contracting in the glowing screen, as she jerked and arched her ; back. The contortion of her ruby lips spoke plainly of her hoarse ; screams. And when her firm hands tore open her blouse and white apron, ; the man watching was taken aback - such breasts were not possible! ; While there might be some rare women whose breasts might approach the ; size of soccerballs as hers did, surely none could be so...so ; high....so perky! And of course, she was younger, wrinkles melting ; until she seemed right at the first cusp of marriageable age. No, her ; breasts were not growing larger still!? Surely not! The way the bronze ; orbs hung upon her heaving chest, so high and firm....what of gravity! ; The weight of such vast bosoms must be considerable! Yet Maria, the ; transforming house maid possessed blossoming boobs that defied normal ; physics. In seconds, she collapsed in a quivering heap; and even on ; the small screen, Ramon could see the moisture within her sleek thighs ; that bespoke of a successive onslaught of female orgasms.
; ; In moments, she would regaim her composure, and as Ramon had seen ; before these past few days, she would go down into the yard for ; lesbian sex. But....but she knew him, knew that he was planning to ; escape; now that she was one of....them.....she might report his ; movements! What could he do!?
; ; There, near the center screen of the surveillance station; he saw ; Jorge, among his best friends; but he....no, there was no hope. He ; could never rely on Jorge in a situation like this; the portly, but ; well-muscled thug had come to Marcos because he could no longer find ; honest employment elsewhere; Jorge had always been driven by a passion ; for women so great that he could not stop fondling any girl he found ; attractive, had made one to many overtures towards tempermental women ; with powerful husbands; angered too many people in Brasilia. Plus, his ; receeding hairline gave him the aspect of an older man; and Jorge ; lacked the appreciable wealth that might make such a man ; attractive. Yet here, none of that mattered.
; ; In the chamber with him, there were at least seven of the horrible ; plant-women that Ramon could see on the screen. They were rubbing, ; caressing their own tanned bellies, which seemed to be...no...no they ; were not swelling with pregnancy!? Were they? It seemed so; the naked ; sluts grimaced as their wombs grew visibly larger, more gravid in ; seconds as yet another generation of feminine abominations grew. Ramon ; had heard doctors talking about strains of bacteria that could ; reproduce several times in an hour; and he feared, feared not only for ; himself, but for all men. His plump friend however, was filled with ; nothing but glee, as he himself filled yet another of the women with ; his own virile rod. And her face snarled with wild triumph; as if each ; blast of sperm was a personal victory. Perhaps it was. She...they were ; a plague! A plague like nothing the world had known....a plague that ; not many would want to resist! Certainly not Jorge, as the throbs of ; his pelvis reached a high point, buried doggy-style into his latest ; slut, both of them manic with lust and the gratification of lust. In ; Ramon's experience, it was easier for men to enjoy sex than women, yet ; he could not tell which of the pair was the most crazed with this ; perverse Breeding Lust.
; ; And the wiry voyeur watching this lurid drama on screen thought of his ; own cock, thought of the way that ejaculating into these women did not ; allow a man's meat to soften, of how soon he was ready for action ; after his first encounter. It seemed quite possible that Jorge had ; fathered the young of all seven women that could be seen, as their ; bellies thrust up ever higher with obscenely fecund pregnancies. He ; nearly jumped then, as if his own cock had a mind of its own, becoming ; electrified by the prospect of so much girl flesh.
; ; Turning aside from the fertile horror, he saw another screen in the ; lower right side of the electronics booth, with a camera to the ; outside yards. A section of soil had been cleared into a flat bed of ; mud dozens of meters in length on either side, and it was filled with ; these she-creatures. Naked limbs and engorged sex organs thrashed with ; a lurid intensity beyond the control of reason or restraint. There ; must have been close to one hundred of the females. The passion ; contorting their elegant face was only partially obscured by the slick ; mud the throngs reveled in. The palpable emotional intensity seemed ; appropriate only if these women were fighting a war through lesbian ; sex. The fury, the consternation, the lip-quivering grunts and groans ; were much like those of a life or death struggle. Yet the struggle ; here was for orgasm.
; ; The colors of their hair and skin mostly obscured by mud, yet Ramon ; could still make out a few dominant individuals amongst the erotic ; horde of aurburn-crowned, coconut-like breasts, and cinnamon-tanned ; skin. One lovely had grasped the feet of a shorter girl, pulling them ; behind each other in an X-shape, while using her victim's toes to ; masturbate her own cunt. Another taller slut held a girl upside down ; by the curves of her own hips while smothering her prey's face in her ; pussy, and her head in the mud. Another gorgeous abomination seemed to ; have pinned three beauties at once by using her knees against their ; chins to grind them into the mire, all the while grazing her engorged ; labia over the plump breasts of all three, a sextet of erect nipples ; so hard and firm that they provided surprising tittilation to an ; overly-sensitive femalia. And others, and still others. A forest of ; bobbing breasts, and pussies that seemed to gape like predatory ; mouths, so severe were their yearnings.
; ; Ramon closed his eyes, grasping his renegade penis through his denim ; pants, as if pinching off the mighty shaft would lessen the urges ; bombarding him. But it was as if a steel crowbar was encased by his ; underwear; his zipper beginning to slide loose from the pressure, and ; the besieged criminal had no doubt that his penis was still ; growing.
; ; Yet when he looked again, he could not help but notice a screen on the ; middle-left of the central panel, showing the other side of the ; backyard, were grass had been cleared to make way for...for ferns? ; Yes, they had the stems and crosswise leaves of ferns, yet each of the ; dozens of plants seemed to gleam with rainbow irridescence, like ; nothing Ramon had ever seen. A brain-washed teenaged boy, his penis ; chronically erect, was gingerly working to harvest the plants while ; intact. No doubt he too, was a sex-addict and the women could force ; his labor by withholding sex. Those ferns....so strange, and they were ; being removed and potted with such reverence and respect, that it was ; clear that somehow the plants were crucial to the terrifying fertility ; of these women. He was not a biologist, but there was no doubt that ; the women were not human, they were...creatures of some sort, ; exploiting man's need for sex. The ferns....somehow they must be ; related to the life-cycle of these libidinous non-human females.
; ; No more....he had seen enough! Ramon would not glance at the next ; screen, he would not study the live footage of the odd, bush-like ; cocoons buried in the ground, growing like plants, from which three ; more naked women emerged like snakes from an egg. He would not stare ; at their nude, oily flesh; already ripe with full, sexual ; maturity. And still another! Her hand pinching her own nipples as she ; kicked free of her cocoon, urges so powerful she could not wait to be ; born before starting to masturbate.
; ; But even if they never caught him, his own growing libido would soon ; become so powerful that he would simply surrender himself to the naked ; mud-wrestlers. He would fail to escape merely if his resolve to run ; lessened. It seemed a critical moment; Ramon did not believe he could ; survive even one more mating with these creatures. One more jet of his ; sperm, if his penis was bathed in girlcum once more; he sensed that ; his mind would snap, and he would pursue the women directly, rather ; than simply not resisting their own nymphomaniacal overtures. Once ; that happened, he would be lost; like Marcos was. He would gladly ; surrender anything, agree to anything to retain the freedom to plunge ; into a dripping cunt whenever he felt the need, which would be almost ; constant! ; ;
; ; Deon's field of view was blocked by the newspaper, but he could still ; see a pair of bare, feminine feet walking through the metal ; detector. He ignored her, yet the outraged cries continued. Slowly, ; Deon's eyes went higher...higher up sleek calves and unclad thighs, up ; to...the woman had no pants! He was staring at her bare womanhood! And ; then her firm abdomen, up towards jiggling mountains of tit with no ; traces of tanlines, nor did these perky breasts seem to have any need ; of a bra.
; ; She was a velvety dream of voluptuous peaks and hard curves. No woman ; should have been able to retain the luscious bounty of hips, ass, and ; bosom while maintaining such a slender standard to her waist. Her legs ; were sculpted from a cream-colored dream, her boobs hung firm and ; ripe, nipples seeming to angle forward as through to recriminate Deon ; for not lusting after her even more than he was. Between her legs, a ; coppery bush seemed to present itself to the light from the way her ; hips swayed; and Deon forgot to be embarrased or shocked; her pussy ; seemed only to cry out a welcome towards anything with a hard cock.
; ; And her breasts! They were of course, larger and higher than they ; should have been, Yet he was not sure whether his hands could ; encompass them in their entirety. Would it take one hand, or both to ; cup either jugg? Their apparent softness would no doubt flow through ; his grasp even while firmly maintaining an impossibly enticting ; shape. But no, she was not wholly naked: A flimsy, gauzy white veil ; draped over her bronze hair. It had intricate lacey patterns and ; embroidered designs that for a moment seemed almost....religious?
; ; "I surrender..." the woman said; red lips raised in a crooked ; smile.
; ; ---
; ; "Why do you fear them?" the strange, crazy woman asked in a ; sneer. Deon thought he detected traces of an Italian accent. "Men ; crave the chance to stare at, to gaze upon, and to touch breasts like ; mine. Yet you cover my nudity with this ridiculous blanket! As if all ; do not know that I have glorious, naked breasts beneath this pathetic ; covering!"
; ; "Eh- please c-come with us the security station...." Deon asked, as he ; and another islander working at the airport hustled the madwomen ; through a side door.
; ; "What, do you feel that you are not deserving of more than one glance ; at my bosom? Wrong, my son. I want you, desire you to enjoy these tits ; upon my chest!" Her shimmering eyes turned sideways to rivet him in ; their depths; did Deon see a faint, passing green glow? "You must ; trust me when I tell you; a woman does not present herself in the nude ; unless she wants to inspire the lust; women of my sort, that crave the ; attention of a man's roving eye, we want you to enjoy us. It gives us ; pleasure when you take pleasure. Why do you not wish for all of us to ; be made happy?"
; ; "P-please ma'am, there are children watching, come with us into this ; room so that we can - "
; ; "THEY DESERVE THE TRUTH! NUDITY IS THE HIGHEST, PUREST TRUTH!" she ; hissed in rage. "AN END TO THE LIES AND DECEITS WE MASK OURSELVES ; WITH!"
; ; What happened next was a blessing in a way; when she pounced upon the ; older, greying security guard, the way she wrapped her legs around his ; pelvis, and her arms around his neck obscured her indecent, thrusting ; breasts from passersby. Still, it was hard to walk with this naked ; nymphomaniac hanging off him, but Deon eventually succeeded in ; stumbling through the non-descript doors off the main concourse that ; would lead to the security station. His first attempt to remove her ; came as the door closed, and the two of them grappled each other in ; the narrow, sterile hallway leading to a communications center to the ; right, 20 feet ahead, and another door far off at the end of the ; passage.
; ; He tried, tried to pry her off of him without causing damage; yet ; those slim, perfumed arms encircled him like bands of velvety steel, ; her strength as improbably great as was the lofty swell of her ; gravity-thwarting bosom. He would have attempted to keep talking, to ; calm her down, yet Deon could form no words with her tongue thrusting ; all throughout his mouth. And she did not even know him! It must be ; some new drug; yes that made sense. Some terrible new narcotic that ; turns naive European tourists into sex maniacs. What else made ; sense?
; ; Finally, the veil-draped slut paused, rising from the security guard's ; mouth as if coming up for air.
; ; "Ah, I see how it is;" she purred, green light dancing in her ; mischievous eyes. "You are a healthy man, but at your age you are ; experiencing...performance problems!" She tittered in that European ; accent, was it Italian? Well, that was the last straw, the naked woman ; was clearly unarmed, and unlikely to be a threat to security, but she ; had no right to speak to him that way!
; ; "But you want these tits, don't you?" she queried, hands raising up ; the proferred mammaries for his inspection. Even now, you crave to ; lick, suck, and stroke my....endowments." she gave a quick jiggle for ; emphasis. "Yet you dare not embrace my bosom, for your impotence would ; be a terrible embarassment; imagine! A man given the chance to fondle ; and worship breasts like mine! Breasts that put canteloupes to shame! ; Breasts with firmness like unto bowling balls and yet the softness of ; a wet dream!
; ; "But I can sense your desires! The lust, the craving is ingrained too ; deep in a man's soul! Your age stops you from growing a shaft firm ; enough to penetrate me, yet the bosom, the full swell of teat and tit ; is such a thing of beauty, that you yearn for them all the same! I ; shall surprise you, old and horny man, suck them! suck upon these ; tits, and you shall never need fear your impotence again!"
; ; But before Deon could make a response more coherent than outraged ; sputterings, a calloused hand grasped hold of the auburn mane of this ; sex-crazed tourist and yanked backwards with a vigorous and ; unsympathetic tug.
; ; "This peepshow is over, slut!"
; ; ---
; ; "Wh-why do men and w-women date?" she asked him. In spite of himself, ; Pablo found his rage and fear softening. This one, this shorter female ; was not like the others. She had not confronted the captured nature ; guide with the beastial estrus and haughty lust as had the others.
; ; "To see if they can grow to like each other." The harsh curses and ; defiance Pablo normally resorted to seemed hollow and unnecessary ; before this petite, naked girl. She was certainly one of the female ; abominations that spawned regularly on the transformed estate of the ; notorious drug-lord, yet she was weaker, less aggressive than the ; others.
; ; "But....if a man seems to be an acceptable mate, wh-why does the woman ; not tear off his clothes and couple with him at first sight?" Her ; pale-grey eyes were genuinely puzzled, her face as wan and forlorn as ; a woman could be with the beauty of a world-class fashion model. Pablo ; shook his head with a wry grin.
; ; "Real w- ...er....human women...they must be selective when they ; choose their men. For....humans, bearing children is difficult, and ; time-consuming. A woman must find a man that she can bond with, ; connect on a deeper level, a man with whom she can connect in her ; soul. Some do otherwise, some do not always find soul-mates, but even ; still, a woman must consider her men carefully." The pain of being ; tied-up spread-eagle against wooden struts embedded in the ceiling ; seemed to fade at these innocent, yet improper questions.
; ; "I must...I am so....what is the word...curious...about human ; customs...." Her words had an untraceable accent; but it was ; remarkable that she was able to speak at all, having been spawned so ; recently from a plant pod. But Pablo knew to expect that once the Seal ; on the Counter-Balance had been broken, the spawn produced would have ; extraordinary abilities and knowledge, apparently a form of race ; memory. All to resist the spread of their ancient enemy.
; ; "I am... a runt," she reported. " I am too small, too weak to struggle ; with the others in the mating muds. If I...If I cannot overcome an ; opponent in the muds, and reach climax....then...then I cannot become ; fertile! What is the purpose of my existence then? Should I be ; thinking of...another way? A...human way?" Interesting, Pablo ; thought. He had named her Platina, from her unusual, grey-white eyes ; that seemed almost platinum-like. She had indeed seemed to be the ; outcast, runt of the litter. Her petite frame and slender build made ; her outrageous bosom seem especially awkward; the jutting canteloupes ; were a burden for one of her slight stature. Her warm complexion was a ; soothing amber in which her skin and hair seemed nearly the same ; color; and she had a classic, feminine vulnerability that aroused ; protective instincts in the restrained man very different from the ; crazed breeding-bitches that regularly milked him of sperm.
; ; "I want to believe that.....if there is no hope for me among my own ; kind...m-might I find a place among the human world?" It seemed ; unlikely for a freak of nature that mimicked humanity as a sexual ; parasite, but Pablo didn't have the heart to tell her no.
; ; "Nothing is impossible." He assured her, that maxim seeming more apt ; than ever these past few days. Her hands began to caress his naked ; thigh, and a thrill rippled through him as Platina's hot breath teased ; his exposed, semi-erect member. But she could sense him turning ; away.
; ; "Why do you turn away when one of the Offspring tries to suck upon ; your cock?" Platina asked, with perfect innocence.
; ; "I must answer your question with a question: Why do you feel the need ; to suck upon my cock?"
; ; "I....it...." it was difficult to put her primal drives into words. " ; There is...a great need, a great....burning...between my legs," she ; gestured to her naked cunt for emphasis. "When I see a man....there is ; a great desire for him...I need...I need him to be...inside ; me. Then....there is the shaking in my lips." Her mouth puckered, and ; she gazed with unabashed hunger at his groin. "I know what to do...I ; feel it....I feel how to suck the cock..You will enjoy it! I know it! ; I feel it!" As she spoke, there came to Platina's voice a frenzied ; tone; as if speaking about her urges made them more powerful. She ; sniffed his naked groin and her tongue darted out for a sensuous lick ; of his rod.
; ; "N-n-no...y-you cannot become....r-respected in human society that ; way..." Pablo protested, trying not to enjoy the lurid caress. Her ; softly innocent doe-eyes raised to his face in genuine, innocent ; confusion.
; ; "But....do not all men crave wild sex with young women? Am I not ; attractive?"
; ; "N-no...but human women do not behave this way....human women seek ; something far beyond sucking men's cocks and becoming pregnant." Her ; face was imploring....pleading...
; ; "Human women seek something your mother-mistress cannot conceive; they ; seek love."
; ; ---
; ; Brunhilde Gerty knew something was desperately, terribly wrong. As she ; squirmed upon the hard linoleum of the outer hallway leading to the ; communications center for airport security, she found it a struggle to ; remember her own life.
; ; Instead, her mind was being assaulted by eerie, impossible images of ; animals - she was the animal! Lions, ; bears...earthworms...tapeworms....dinosaurs.. Why? How? It was that ; strange, wicked, naked tourist-slut. Why had she felt the overpowering ; need to touch those breasts? Those pillow-soft mounds that taunted, ; tormented her! Brunhilde herself being completely flat. Yet...yet she ; had sucked them! Without understanding why, her lips had encircled the ; bulging bulbs of tit and suckled deeply of a fruity, impossible ; nectar. Why? Why had she been compelled to do it? The answer seemed ; inches away... She grunted, feeling her aging flesh tighten and fill ; with a strange, robust vigor. The heat, the fiery heat in her breasts ; was beyond endurance!
; ; Brunhilde had long suffered from depressing recurrences of breast ; cancer, and numerous surgeries and harsh treatments had burned away ; whatever youthful beauty she had left, leaving her a curveless, ; sexless, middle-aged husk. She'd been lucky on balance; still healthy ; enough to be credible as a security guard.
; ; Why think of that now? Why did it matter so much that she hadn't been ; with a man in twenty years? Women just didn't need sex the same way ; that men did, why did she crave...no....she did not crave a man....she ; was starting to desire...all men, she wanted orgies!
; ; The images returned, more focused, vivid and disturbing that ; before. As Brunhilde clawed at her throbbing, inflating chest, she ; suddenly dove into the mind of a placid female buffalo, nursing a ; young calf....then she was a cow...doing the same...the sea....she ; shared the mind of a female blue whale also nursing her legless ; young.
; ; She...she hadn't had breasts in years! Not since the second round of ; surgeries! Yet now...now swells of rounding flesh began to rise into ; view like yeast-laden bread dough...it took her a moment to remember ; bra-sizes....cup sizes...she...she hadn't even bothered - needed to ; wear one in years! She arched her back on the cool linoleum, straining ; from what appeared to be plums beneath the skin of her chest, widening ; and enlarging her once-flat bosom to accomodate. But by no means where ; her neo-breasts finished!
; ; Brunhilde barked out a cry that was half snarl, half yell as a rush of ; orgasmic animal memories asaulted her. She was a desert lizard, ; appraising a lithe male whipping about in a species-encoded mating ; dance. Finally, she was in darkness...no...sex...rutting, sweaty ; mating...but not her...she was a venereal parasite, a mite of some ; sort, eager to spread...to procreate.
; ; She leapt to her human feet with renewed vigor, her pants gone, her ; legs sleek and toned with chiseled beauty. But...her tits! And tits ; they were! She cupped her ripening bosom as the fleshy tangerines ; widened and throbbed, alternating between a creeping growth and ; jiggling leaps of expansion!
; ; Her cunt clenched...so tight! It was a though a horde ; of...of....orgasms were barricaded in her slippery slit, unable but ; yearning for release! Brunhilde snarled, the smoothing skin on her ; face drenching in sweat as her new bosoms heaved - which way would ; they go? She'd observed that her ripening orbs leapt forward in size ; when they jiggled, and widened with the slow creep.
; ; "JIGGLING!" She announced through clenched teeth as the sweat-stained ; remnant of her blue uniform was strained by globes the size of ; grapefruit blossoming towards a melon's girth. It seemed that all her ; doubt, inhibition, and shame was being drained away into them, such ; civilized emotions no longer troubling her waking mind.
; ; She stumbled through the hallway, confused, lusting, joyous, ; frightened....she placed a hand on the row of windows showing the ; monitors and technical equipment used by the authorities to monitor ; the airport. That woman....that strange, terrible, beautiful naked ; woman had been through here, and where once there were stocky, swarthy ; male officers going about their rounds and chatting on occasion, now ; the room was filled with curvaceous young women caressing pillowy ; breasts right on the cusp of impossible size. They grunted, and ; thrashed upon the naked laps of their male prey sitting in chairs, ; unconsciously ripping and shedding their clothing. Out of eleven men ; there seemed to be only four left.
; ; From the outside, the floor of the monitor station was not immediately ; visible; but momentarily a naked and impossibly delicious young woman ; arose with a flourish of her sweat-slicked, coppery hair; a long ; tattoo of a feathered serpent coiled around the woman's throat and ; neck. Yes...she remembered...
; ; There had been a guard named Rico who it was rumored had once worked ; for a cartel in Venezuela; but he'd gone straight and was trying to ; turn a new leaf; and Brunhilde couldn't help but notice this woman had ; the exact same marking that Rico did - it seems he'd turned a new leaf ; in more ways than one.
; ; The male guards were rapidly being replaced by salacious sirens who ; rejected clothing as surely as they rejected chastity. The situation ; was starting to resemble some sort of adult movie with absurdly ; gorgeous women in the most unlikely roles. If the four men now ; remaining noticed their fate; it was less compelling to them than the ; bobbing breasts, savage kisses, and sopping cunts that rutted and ; raged upon their steely members as the men spasmed with desire.
; ; Yet, none of this disturbed her as much as it should have, because the ; middle-aged German could think of nothing but her own bosom. Her ; breasts...they seemed to have...peaked. Seven inches of pure teat from ; chest to nipple with a bulging girth even the brawniest man would have ; trouble encircling with a pawing grip. Hers were at a limit; not any ; biological limit, but rather a limit of human respectability. Any ; larger, even a millimeter larger and her boobs would be freakish. She ; balanced at the cusp between maximizing her ability to stimulate human ; males, and offending society with the surging bounty only a custom bra ; could contain. Not that she ever wished to wear a bra again.
; ; "STOP!!" he stammered; the smooth, metal door to the south, leading to ; the administrative offices was open; and an idealistic rookie stood ; there, pistol raised high in a shaking grip; and it was unclear ; whether he actually believed he could hold the Ladies of Nature ; hostage, or whether the firearm was to bolster his own flagging ; courage. Pudgy-faced, sweaty he stammered and clenched his arms, his ; inexperience as obvious to the females as the tent in his pants he had ; hoped in vain to hide.
; ; "G-get your hands up! A-A-A-O-Over your heads!" he demanded.
; ; "Why should we put our hands up there?" asked the she-demon that had ; once been Rico. "When there are so many more interesting places to put ; them!" Her fingers slid teasingly over her engorged and very female ; crotch.
; ; "N-no...r-raise your hands in th-the air!" The rookie adjusted his ; grip, and cocked the barrel yet again.
; ; "But that's not where you really want my hands....and her fingers ; disappeared in the jutting valleys of creamy cleavage formed by the ; bounty of her baby-feeders. And the Dance began. In all the Daughters ; of Gaia; the patterns were ingrained in them whether they were reborn ; weeks or seconds ago. There was something about the way she thrust her ; hips; a subtle pattern in the swaying of her bronzed ass cheeks; that ; triggered something in the men watching.
; ; The snake-tattooed slut writhed sensuously, her toned flesh seeming to ; undulate luridly, almost bonelessly as her hips and belly swayed and ; sashayed in a secret rhythm that her male prey did not even know he ; was vulnerable to.
; ; What made the Mating Dance all the more compelling was the blatant ; passion that seethed in those dark eyes that riveted the rookie with a ; stare of indecent intent. Behind that elegant face with the surreal ; beauty fashion models would kill for, simmered a cauldron of boiling ; estrus that would have terrified even the randiest teenage boy; could ; he comprehend the true magnitude of her volcanic sexual cravings.
; ; For the metamorphed entity that had once been a hitman for a cocaine ; cartel, this transformation was effortless because the lust of this ; new body was so consuming, that it outweighed any desire, fear, or ; ambition might have once existed as a human. Her past was utterly ; meaningless; all that mattered was Gaia's will, and that will was that ; she might find a man to fill her cunt NOW!
; ; The tattoo; all the security personel at the airport recognized it; ; the feathered snake winding around the woman's shoulders and neck ; but....but was it moving? As the she-devil thrashed and rutted in the ; air, was her tattoo moving with her? The slithery dance routine spoke ; of a tittilating grace and flexibility that proved equally hypnotic as ; the timeless signals conveyed by a naked, slick pussy and hardening ; nipples atop jiggling mountains of mammalian promise. Her nudity laid ; bare her naked arousal; combining with the fluidity of her ; bump-and-grind enticements to produce a mesmerizing spectacle that ; stole away a man's resolve before he even knew he was in danger.
; ; The Rookie could do nothing but gape as the tattooed serpent seemed to ; tease and toy with the woman's breasts with its scintillating coils ; and forked tongue. He could do nothing but gasp at the discomfort of ; his impossibly rigid cock so confined as it was; his own state of male ; excitement was clearly no optical illusion.
; ; Nor could he even be bothered to react as Patience approached and took ; the pistol from him. Eliciting a dainty grunt as her small, slim ; fingers bent backwards the barrel of the pistol amidst the groaning ; protest of the contorted steel.
; ; His face...the rookie's face twisted as the remnants of his intellect ; warred against the primal onslaught from his most primitive ; instincts. The collapse of reason and willpower were audible, voiced ; as they were by a soft sigh. Rookie seemed grateful that lust had ; conquered logic, as he lurched forward towards the object of his ; desire; happy to plunge himself in the paradise between her legs ; without the burden of his intelligence and suspicion to warn him of ; dangers he no longer cared to resist.
; ; The spectacle was almost enough to distract Brunhilde from her own ; expansive endowments. But again, that burning, the tingling continued! ; Her breasts...they had seemed to stop growing, yet that sensation ; remained! The sense of burning, tingling that she knew heralded the ; explosive growth of her juggs. Why? Her endowments were still for the ; moment, why did it feel like they were still growing?
; ; She stumbled from the feeling of growing weight on her chest, though ; her breasts still seemed the same size...why? what? She grunted, ; relying on her new instincts to help her. She still had on her uniform ; shirt...she hated it! Hated the order, restriction and containment ; such clothing signified. Brunhilde would be free of this ; oppression!
; ; Yelling, she tore asunder her uniform, to be finally, forever, ; gloriously naked at last! Her careening breasts took a moment, too ; long to stop bouncing, even considering their size. She fondled, ; caressed herself and found....
; ; "I thought it was a nice touch. What with losing your figure to cancer ; surgeries." explained the nude, Italian tourist with the gauzy veil ; over her head, her skin glistening with various moistures from ; innumerable lovers.
; ; "Four....four of them?" Brunhilde marveled. Two rows of generous tits ; bobbed from her luscious chest. The combined sensations, even from ; nothing more than the air, was stunning!
; ; "The Will of Gaia does not always express in the same way in all ; creatures." Patience placed a delicate hand on the lower right tit in ; a comforting gesture. "Diversity makes us adaptable; there need to be ; different strains of the Ladies of Nature, to survive...adapt...and ; conquer."
; ; But she had almsot forgotten about Deon; the crazy woman had made him ; suck from her tits, and a change came over him; like a spiritual ; awakening; and the grey-haired guard pounced upon Brunhilde, eager to ; plunge himself into both this new world, and her own wet slit. She ; worried that he would suffocate; his face and chest wallowing in the ; quadruple bounty of her firm-nippled bosom. It took only a brush from ; his erect, naked cock, just the faintest touch across her ripening, ; opening lower lips to set her off. And it was only then that ; Brunhilde's orgasms finally arrived.
; ; ---
; ; The sexual predator that had been Lisa Sorrentino was pleased. She ; swiveled in the plush chair, totally nude, caressing the heads of the ; two men suckling her ample tits.
; ; One was a dark-skinned native of the island, in command of the local ; airport security, perhaps fiftyish with a salt-and-pepper beard. He ; grunted as he swirled his tongue deliciously around her right ; nipple. At the other breast was a younger, blond man with a thin ; moustache; the liason with the American TSA agency. She had needed to ; permit these two to retain their manhood, and their humanity - to keep ; up appearances. So rather, she had simply exposed them to her own ; personal nectar; the unprecedented chemical compounds awakening their ; minds to the grandeur of Gaia's will.
; ; She could tell from their coos of delight that both men had been fully ; Awakened, fully loyal to the Earth and the Ladies of Nature, but she ; permitted them to drink yet more, feeding her own instinctive ; urges.
; ; The point had been reached when the Ladies would undergo an ; exponential increase in numbers - tens of thousands of humans at this ; airport to feed upon and convert. Patience had been a good choice - ; she and all of the nuns seduced with a zeal that was a wonder to ; behold. And that fervor would be coordinated and directed through the ; eternal Web of life-energy that encircled the Earth, allowing the ; Ladies to commune with each other and send telepathic commands to the ; Awakened men.
; ; They would spread across the Earth, initially with an organized ; strategy. Here, in the lush, carpeted office of the airport manager, ; she could call up the records of all airline tickets, and make ; inferences about travelers. The most clearly wealthy frequent flyers ; would simply be Awakened, if male. Detained by airport 'security' and ; lured into sucking the nectar from the ripe teats of a transformed ; officer. Like these men before her, they would seem outwardly normal, ; but would follow any orders given by a Lady of Nature. Of course, ; female frequent travelers of obvious wealth would simply transform ; completely into daughters of Gaia once exposed, all the easier.
; ; But a small percentage of those who traveled Coach, especially those ; traveling alone would find themselves detained by the strangely ; gorgeous, unusually boxom women that the security officers had ; become. It would seem odd to men at first, to be isolated in a small, ; sterile room and be strip-searched by a woman, much less one ; voluptuous enough for porn. But most, once assailed by naked tits ; thrusting out from a uniform, when her nude flesh pressed against him, ; the vast majority would not even think of protesting. If alone with a ; man, a Ladies' Mating Dance might not even be necessary!
; ; And then, after ejaculating inside one of her daughters, her body ; could use the man's seed, changing and converting it into an ; infectious agent, capable of rewriting the very cells of the man that ; produced them! These former-men, the 'Naturalized' as she liked to ; call them, would be interviewed; some would be sent on their way, to ; rapidly Awaken and Naturalize their friends and family. Those with the ; fewest ties to other people would be assigned to accompany one of the ; Awakened frequent fliers - so that the politicians and business moguls ; would arrive at their destination with a luscious entourage of buxom ; lovelies to convert their places of business.
; ; By now Lisa mused, it would already be too late to stop them. The ; Naturalized and Awakened were already departing on airliners for ; destinations from Tokyo to Timbuktu, and by the time the authorities ; comprehended the threat, they would already be jetting their seed into ; one of her daughters!
; ; But....there might be a risk....Lisa sensed that, as the first to be ; Naturalized, she had a powerful influence on the rest of the ; daughters, she seemed to have the ability to direct the senses and ; emotions - what would it mean if she were captured, harmed or killed? ; Would that stop the other Ladies? Would it prevent them from being ; able to organize through the Over-instinct? She was uncertain, but ; decided not to present a public face; she would be on the move, ; directing her daughters on the run, seducing and infecting humans ; along the way, until the happy day came where there was no place she ; could run to that was not dominated by the Ladies of Nature. ; ;
; ; His eyes, one brown and the other blue avoided the glare of sunlight ; at Dusk, as he glanced at the other lane preparing to - hey...that ; other car...
; ; It was an expensive-looking Mercedes with a quartet of frolicking ; babes cavorting in the front and back seats, the windows being down ; Tim could see as they - yeah! He wasn't dreaming, she did it again! ; There was a bronze-skinned, probably hispanic hotty flashing her ; jutting tits at him! He couldn't hear her lurid invitations, but from ; the laughter, and wry sneer on her lips, Tim could guess that it was ; some sort of indecent proposal. Next, a glorious pair of ass-cheeks ; pressed to the front passenger-side window and -
; ; "Dude! She'd not wearing underwear!" In fact...looking at them... "Are ; they all naked? All four of them?" That was when the sirens came.
; ; The State Highway patrol car flashed an apprehending red and blue as ; it signalled for the obscene vehicle to pull over. Tim nodded, ; unsurprised. Well, those chicks would get busted, but he made sure to ; set up his picture phone to take some shots of the ripe asses and ; jiggling titflesh blatantly exposed in the Mercedes. Heh, he'd have a ; story to tell his frat buddies - and as his cell recorded images of ; their nude, bronzed flesh, he relished the expressions that would soon ; be plastered on his friends faces when he backed up his story about ; these flashers with some pics.
; ; "Well, I'd better pull into the other lane, so the cops can get behind ; those babes," Tim remarked as his phone recorded them. But the police ; cruiser kept pace behind Tim, in his own lane.
; ; "Huh, must've been trying to switch at the same time I was..." But The ; police kept behind him, sirens flashing! All the while, two pairs of ; unusually perky breasts pressed against the glass of the car in front ; of Tim, two women apparently locking arms as they shamelessly, ; deliberately exposed their feminine assets to anyone other ; drivers. And yet....the police car stayed in Tim's lane...
; ; "What? Are they after me? Naked women flashing people on the road, and ; they need to pull me over? That's...that's just crazy! What the hell!? ; " Well, just in case, better pull over.
; ; And sure enough, the Cruiser pulled over behind him, as the naked ; exhibitionists sped on past. Hands gripping the steering wheel in ; white-knuckled tension, Tim shook his head in confusion as he waited ; for - well, that was quick. Usually it takes a couple minutes for them ; to run your plates.
; ; But sure enough, a statuesque honey-blonde amazon strode from the ; Cruiser, the reddish glow of the sunset reflecting off her silvery ; sunglasses, but it seemed odd that her long hair was so loose and ; unbound as it was, most police women Tim had seen preferred tight ; buns. But even in the rear-view mirror, Tim couldn't help but notice ; her tits. They seemed to jut forward, confrontational juggs with ; pronounced nipples indenting her beige uniform in blatant, ; inappropriate arousal. The buttons were too low on her shirt, cleavage ; shamelessly apparent. Her lips were twisted in a sneer as she slowly ; strode up to his window.
; ; Strange, the uniform....it seemed far too large for her in places. The ; fabric was very baggy around the shoulders and middle, but stretched ; in the legs and bust. Odd that this state trooper would be assigned a ; uniform so clearly oversized for her trim figure. And as Tim gazed ; with unabashed amazement at her mountainous cleavage, it seemed even ; more odd that she would not be wearing a bra.
; ; "Eh...errr....m-my license and registration?" Tim offered, rolling ; down his window. The lady cop just stared at him ominously from behind ; those silvery shades, teeth clenched around a huge, unlit cigar.
; ; "Ah'm afraid ah'll have ta book ya." She drawled.
; ; "WHAT the - but I...I wasn't even speeding!! And then - you've got ; those sluts up ahead, naked in public! And what... you...." Tim ; stammered as she pulled open his door and fingered a pair of hand ; cuffs.
; ; "Yup, it's a Restriction Violation."
; ; "Wha- huh? What..a restriction of what? That doesn't....I've never ; heard of that -" But a slender hand had already reached inside - ; inside his pants!
; ; "YAAHAAAAHH!" Tim's shaft hardened almost instantly as the silky, ; feminine hands gripped his meat with a quivering desire.
; ; "An unlawful restriction of a nice....hard cock..." she hissed between ; clenched teeth. And then the handcuffs were out, Tim found himself ; chained to his own steering wheel!
; ; With swift gestures too deft to be believed, his pants were off, and ; somehow, those thrusting, dangerous breasts seemed to shrug out of the ; button-down uniform. Rosy-tipped footballs whose very image burned ; into his brain a primal instinct to lick and suckle. The officer ; glanced at his luggage and backpack, Then, as her sopping wet cunt ; lips teased and caressed his rigid rod, she waggled her bosom at his ; face.
; ; "Suck 'em, college boy!"
; ; ---
; ; Dylsia purred with delight, weaving dangerously on the road as she ; drove up the highway, fully nude. She luxuriated not only in the feel ; of the slick leather against her naked flesh, but also in the ; sensations coming from their newest convert.
; ; She had learned to tap into Gaia fully enough to share in the ; experience of transformation of recent converts, sharing their ; soul-shattering bliss as they were formatted into new Ladies of ; Nature.
; ; Dylsia's lips pursed as she lived the searing ecstasy Tim felt with ; each grunting thrust, each penetration of the willing slit grinding ; down upon him. Dylsia giggled slightly as she was linked to not only ; the pleasure of Tim's final male orgasm, but also the soaring rapture ; of the infector spores replicating and rewriting the nature of the ; college-kid's every cell.
; ; Again, there was that unmistakable explosion of electrifying ; tittilation that a Lady felt whenever live sperm was introduced to her ; pussy - which Dylsia shared. The State Trooper was now hopelessly ; addicted; as they all were. Some of the transformees had momentarily ; felt doubt and regret, for fear that they would never again know ; anything so sublimely blissful as their own transformation into ; nymphomaniacal succubi - but that was only until each Daughter ; transformed someone herself! As if the dull throbs of rutting lust ; that burned in each of their pussies was not enough; the pleasure of ; transforming normal humans was narcotically intoxicating in its own ; right.
; ; "Oh yes...her boobs are coming in..." Dylsia grunted, feeling the ; stimulation as a new pair of succulent double-D's pressed against the ; rosy endowments of the ravishing female that had once been a ; middle-aged male officer. Tim's howl of primal passion resonated as ; her hair lengthened into an auburn cascade, her feminized face ; sculpting into supermodel-worthy beauty. And everyone shuddered as the ; two cunts released with an audible pop, Tim's total Naturalization ; occuring in record time. Fully female mere moments after spurting a ; final load of sperm into the greedy cunt that had captured her, a ; hoarse cry of triumph and gratification rising an octave in one ; breath.
; ; And there was at least another minute of sweat-slicked, snarling ; lesbian sex; for both females still retained the remnants of their ; male sex drives, their lust unabated for the metamorphosis.
; ; " Play later, girls..." Dylsia sent to each through the connection of ; Gaia. "Our Trooper still has to make her rounds....and then infect her ; department back at home base..." Dylsia reminded.
; ; "I want...I need...to aid...the mission...your mission....mistress..." ; sent Tim - Tina now, through the life-web that linked their minds.
; ; "Ah, but you get to have more fun...." Dylsia lamented. "The mission ; of myself and these Nuns that ride with me will be one of stealth and ; subterfuge, to begin the work of infiltrating the Nation's ; broadcasting industries. It will take several rounds of manipulation ; and secret seductions to get what we want.
; ; "But for you, Tina there shall be unrestricted breeding; for ; now. You...your male template belonged to a fraternity; think of it; ; Forty virile young studs to pound your womb with their rods, fill you ; with their seed, and to become Naturalized themselves! Think of them ; all...."
; ; "Yes....so many...YES!!!" Tina screamed as she thrashed in naked ; bliss, her new feminine instincts seared her mind with mating urges, ; the sweat dripped from her new, pendulous breasts as she orgasmed ; right there; again....just from the thought of them all!
; ; And so she would continue her journey as before, yet totally nude as ; she drove. But she made worse time, admittedly. It was difficult to ; drive when you had to stop every five minutes to masturbate your ; drenching cunt. As Tina caressed her own moistened PornStar body, ; slickened with sweat and her own girlcum, all in anticipation of the ; gangbang to come...and cum.... One might be forgiven for believing ; that the lithe-bodied busty slut had just come from one. The whole ; House...she would breed with them all!
; ; ---
; ; "Yes, it is agony I know." Patience said in commiseration with her ; fellow nun. Sister Francesca had once been an aging, curveless stick ; of a woman - once her blandly unfeminine figure had made the choice of ; swearing off men and sex an easy one. But the Gaia Spores had mutated ; her into a porcelein-skinned sex-pot with hips nearly as wide as car ; tires, but with a toned athleticism in her upper torso that belied her ; perky, yet fleshy breasts that bobbed like Eden's forbidden apples.
; ; Almost a week after that fateful flight from Brazil, her invigorated ; boobs were indeed swinging like ripe fruit, as Francesca squatted on ; hands and knees atop the linen sheets; moaning with ecstasy at the ; toe-curling ministrations from the man who was thrusting into her ; doggie-style.
; ; He was some middle-aged Pakistani who ran the pathetic, one-floor ; flea-bag motel. But it was inconspicuous enough for their ; purposes. Francesca cooed at the new freedom, freedom from morality, ; inhibition, and discrimination. It wasn't that she found the swarthy, ; balding sleeze-bag attractive, not at all, but it was the sex that ; mattered now. What an utter slut she was! They all were! But now, ; came the hardest part!
; ; "I..I'm...cumming....can't...hold back....*RRNNNRR* - " and then the ; middle-easterner lapsed into his native tongue as his hips jerked, and ; he pumped a sizzling load of hot jiss deep into the inviting corridor ; of womanhood that gaped before him. Their lust and sweat mingled as ; the motel-owner fondled Francesca's now magnificent ; Double-D's. Empathically, she sensed his regret - this had been the ; best night of his life, the sex itself, the ravishing beauty of the ; gorgeous, nude sirens who offered a novel way to pay for a night's ; refuge. He was disappointed, because he knew that by jetting his ; essence into her, the fun was ending.
; ; "Tighten...Tighten yourself...hold it in...do not release...." But ; Patience was not talking to the balding male, but rather to Francesca, ; her super-model face straining. "We know you want to, you want to ; release the spores, now bonded to the man's sperm, but don't! Don't ; release them yet...hold them within you...let them...mature..."
; ; Patience herself now sported a swollen, rounded, pregnant belly, which ; seemed to quiver slightly, as if she were in her ninth month, and ; ready for labor.
; ; "Don't transform this one...keep his bonded seed, ; and...watch...what...*UURNNN*" Patience could not finish, her time had ; come - the sperm she had kept was nearing full maturation, and she ; spread herself upon the bed near the headboard, her legs wide in ; anticipation of the life to come.
; ; A woman with a classically-elegant face and a wild mane of curly red ; hair rose from the floor, casting off her flowery bathrobe as she ; grunted. Once, this one had been one of their fellow guests at this ; establishment, a frumpy has-been of a woman who had come to pound upon ; the door to demand that the slut-nuns quiet down their licentious ; couplings, which had awakened anyone within earshot.
; ; But a lunge from Dylsia, and a quick jet of transformative milk from a ; proferred nipple had changed her tune. No longer obese and reeking of ; cigar smoke, now their neighbour had the same impossibly youthful and ; voluptuous figure as the rest - but she was still caught up in the ; journey through Natural History, and the accompanying eleven ; orgasms.
; ; Patience thrashed, as womb released....quivering with sweat, tension, ; and lust, she gave birth... But not to live young, rather there ; issued forth a host of glittering, feathery pods; like the airborne ; seeds of dandelions, but with a rainbow irridescence. Logical, in a ; sense. Dylsia helpfully opened the window to allow ; hundreds...no...probably thousands of diaphanous, floating seeds to ; escape into the night.
; ; "The purpose..." Patience grunted through the contractions. "Is ; two-fold...*NNRRNT*... First, we will be undone, discovered.....too ; quickly....if everyone we meet....transforms into a ; gorgeous....nymphomaniac....Second...*NAHH*" And she birthed yet more ; glittering, feathery seeds. "Whatever happens, the original organism - ; the jungle plant that transformed Mother Lisa, now is allowed to ; spread onto a new continent...The seeds will take root, and grow, and ; grow - and there will be new women that will encounter them, and they ; shall be blessed even as Lisa Sorrentino was."
; ; Sister Bellini, an olive-skinned love-goddess fully converted by Gaia ; crawled over to the thrashing red-head, she thrust a nipple in the ; woman's mouth, and the size of their breasts was great enough that ; either woman could suckle the other when intertwined in an ; instinctive, lesbian embrace. The red-head's full conversion into a ; Lady of Nature was made evident from the sweetness Bellini drew from ; her erect teats, proof that the newly-infected woman now had the ; ability to infect others.
; ; Dylsia stood apart, a tingle running up her spine in voyeuristic ; pleasure from watching the lesbian coupling, while she contemplated ; pregnant Patience as she grunted and birthed a load of seeds. But what ; of her? Her powers told her clearly that she too, was pregnant. But ; conception had occurred before she'd been converted in the Jungle into ; a Lady of Nature; her child should have been human. The others, these ; nuns had all had sex after their transformations. She rubbed her nude ; belly, and focused....
; ; But she was unsure; she could not divine the nature of her hybrid ; child. If a boy, what would happen if he were Awakened in the womb? as ; happened to men that drank her milk but did not have sex. Would he be ; born with the race-memory of Gaia? Perhaps he would be converted to a ; female by her own transformation? If female, would she be identical to ; the other Ladies of Nature? No...likely not; Patience's pregnancy had ; taken mere minutes, but Dylsia's was progressing much slower. This ; child should be unlike the other converts, but would she be more or ; less powerful?
; ; The newest transformee, the neighboring guest arose, shook her thick ; mass of curly, rust-colored hair; her grey eyes widening with racial ; memory and instinctive commands.
; ; "H-husband..." The new slut remembered. "He must know the joy!" Her ; mission clear, she arose nude, a ravishing vision of scultped ; perfection unrecognizable from the frumpy human she had once been. She ; opened the door, intent on returning to her own room, and whether she ; could seduce him or needed to force him, there would be sperm jetting ; into her already-wet cunt tonight.....so she believed.
; ; Instead, a small metal cannister rolled onto the floor as the door ; opened. And from the window where Patience's seed-spawn where floating ; free, there was a harsh, chemical spray. And another burst of caustic ; mist from the first cannister - Gas! Tear Gas?! Next came a whistling ; as if from silenced bullets from the openings in the room.
; ; The Gaians were immediately aware, and Bellini could see a faint flash ; of rifled muzzles, while Patience noticed a dull-green pair of circles ; from what seemed to be night-vision goggles. It was some covert ; strike-team, armed to the teeth and as black-clad as ink at ; midnight. Before the fighting began in earnest, Patience was genuinely ; surprised that their activities had been noticed so soon.
; ; ---
; ; They came at night; clad all in black. Swathed and concealed for ; stealth and anonymity. Their weapons were silenced, their movements ; sure from rigorous drills and simulations.
; ; Pablo's heart leapt as he noticed them; and he hoped that the constant ; commotion elsewhere on the estate would provide the cover needed to ; distract his enemies from the appearance of his black-clad comrades ; arrived to rescue him.
; ; The Trucks had been moving non-stop for 3 hours; loading up teams of ; the nubile, impossibly voluptuous spawn of the Priestess; conceived ; through a criminal violation of an ancient trust. The unnatural ; plant-women had been separated into two groups upon finishing the ; lesbian mud-wrestling fertility ritual. The Priestess examined each of ; her busty spawn, scrutinizing and proding them while they had stood at ; attention. Each healthy daughter was separated into one of two ; groups. The first were given beauty treatments, dressed in richly ; lavish gowns of silk, rhinestone and other rich materials, and sent on ; trucks heading north; obviously to seduce other wealthy power brokers ; that Marcos had had dealings with in the past.
; ; The second group was dressed in black leather, fishnet stockings, ; body-piercings and halter tops, then loaded into trucks heading south ; towards the docks, slums, and crime-infested dives of Brasilia.
; ; Neither was happy about the arrangement. It wasn't the assignments ; each daughter-slut had been given; but rather the fact that they were ; ordered to wear clothing. They chaffed and raged at the artificial ; confinement of their generous bosoms and throbbing cunts; as if the ; thought of concealing their feminine charms was the deepest insult ; imagineable. They wanted - no *needed* to be naked.
; ; The Priestess, clad in a golden robe that opened in the front to ; reveal her own treasures somehow managed to keep order. She did not ; speak to them, but somehow, through non-verbal cues and glances, she ; was able to defuse hostility and force compliance in a way that Pablo ; did not immediately understand. It was like...like she was....linked ; to them? As if their minds were...connected in a way that should not ; have been possible. All the slut-spawn, they also seemed able to ; contact each other this way, without words or sound. It ; seemed....seemed almost as if these plant-spawned abominations of ; womanhood were all part of some great web of life, or somesuch.
; ; In the end, they each accepted their roles to play; half to rut away ; upon the soon-to-be-rigid cocks of the wealthy and connected, the ; others to impale themselves upon the manmeat of the poor and ; desperate. The Priestess meant to paralyze society on all levels!
; ; But perhaps there was a way to stop it! His allies; others that kept ; the Trust were here now, and they began to creep towards him, pistols ; and rifles at the ready.
; ; "PABLO!!" hissed a voice from behind the closed wooden door to the ; left in this ground-level chamber were the former nature guide was ; tied up, spread-eagle and pantsless that he might be raped for his ; sperm.
; ; "They know! Pablo! They know about your escape!" The door opened ; amidst the clicking and cocking of pistols and rifles from the ; black-clad men. It was Platina, of course. Nude as ever, she had not ; been deemed worthy of an Assignment as her sisters were, being the ; runt of the litter and thus infertile. Indeed, her enormous breasts ; seemed erotically awkward on her petite frame. But...what was that she ; had in her hands? A can of gasoline!? A cigarette lighter?
; ; "I...I will help you!" She declared, her eyes gleaming in the dim ; light. The gasoline had already been soaked into the lush, red carpet ; of the outer hallway, and with a flick, she cast the burning lighter ; out into middle of the passageway.
; ; The roaring of flames was accompanied by the roaring of two of the ; fast-breeding abomination-sluts that leapt onto the outer porch and ; then kicked through the glass of the sliding doors; heedless of sharp ; fragments. From the robust swell of their womanly hips and their ; toned, amazonian strength, it was clear that these females were likely ; as dangerous as they were fertile.
; ; A hail of whispering gunshots muffled by silencers ripped into the ; naked pair, who collapsed onto the porch in a single heap. Platina ; scampered over to Pablo and embraced him protectively as the flames ; roared behind her, sealing off the main route into this room.
; ; "What of this one?" One of the masked men asked dismissively, ; gesturing to Platina.
; ; "She...she is different...and she has aided us.....she comes with us." ; And wordlessly, the team hurried away.
; ; "But...but how did they find you?" Platina whispered as she clutched ; Pablo around the shoulders while he carried her.
; ; "Heh; the Priestess is so arrogant, so confident in her powers, that ; she forgot to check me for tracking devices!" He nodded to one of his ; shirt pockets that the females had not bothered to strip from ; him. "For explorers in the deep jungle, they can be helpful when you ; risk becoming lost.
; ; " But what the Traitor doesn't know, is that there are others who kept ; the Trust, and we know a way to strike out against her!"
; ; ---
; ; Back on the porch, the two she-spawn that had been felled by the ; gunfire began to quiver. The clear fluid that seeped from their wounds ; began to re-absorb, and the deep bullet holes themselves began to ; contract; flesh flowing back into place, knitting and mending itself ; with no more difficulty than water flowing to keep level. Seconds ; after the process started, sleek bellies and bosomy chests where as ; pristine and unblemished as if the shots never happened.
; ; Grunting, sweating, the pair also began to cough, and one of them ; expelled six blunted leaden slugs, while her companion similarly ; coughed up nine spent bullets.
; ; Both reclined on the ground, arching their backs as their skin ; drenched with sweat; Their chests shimmied while bosoms quivered; the ; already DD-cup mounds each possessed throbbed and began an gentle ; swell outwards and upwards of at least three inches in five seconds, ; while their pussies began to drench. Faces contorted while lurid ; sensations bombarded them.
; ; "Mistake..." one of the dark-haired lovelies hissed.
; ; "Attack us....and our desire...our fertility...only increases!" ; sneered the other gorgeous abomination, as she teased her throbbing ; clit in the dim twilight.