As they were led towards the gymnasium they walked along the hallways towards the big building still adorned with pictures of bands, cheer leaders, and promotional posters promoting reading. Marik's mind wandered back to the invasion. Despite being over in less than a few weeks the invasion of the world was initially bloody and miserable, humanity facing off against an enemy without ideology, supply lines, or any real tactics. The creatures quickly dispatched resistance and offered amnesty to anybody who wouldn't oppose them with force. In the following days, most people were compliant, submitting to these creatures, Marik included. Had Marik realized what compliance had meant at the time he may have bothored to resist them rather than submit to the fate that awaited him in the gym little more than a five minute walk down the filthy tiled floors of the old school hallway.
Marik followed the line outside and towards the gymnasium, a knot of fear gripping his gut. Wind brought from the gym the scent of lemon and lilacs. It was a familiar scent and as he inhaled the fumes, his penis grew rock hard. From the whimpers and groans ahead of him he could hear the other men growing aroused. The four mantis creatures slowed their march a bit, allowing the men to take the scent in until each was rock solid and dripping a near constant stream of precum. They all looked at the mens cocks fascinated, one of the ones in the front actually stopping to check over the crowd and hurrying to catch up. The creatures emitted a plethora of sultry, feminine giggles from their disturbingly human like mouths in approval of their five prisoners. Marik sighed, frusterated, his cock jumping at the sound of the giggles.
One of the worse aspects of these creatures was their voices: all could speak as well as humans. Marik had heard them on many occasions speak in english, spanish, and a handful of other languages that he couldn't identify offhand. All spoke in extremely sultry female voices. While normally Marik would consider himself a boob guy more than a voice guy and he would overlook it, the creatures always prevented the men under their control from masturbating and he hadn't seen a human woman in months. While it disturbed him greatly, Marik's mind had quickly grown consumed with lust for anything that could present some of the parts needed to get him off and oftentimes found himself thinking of these creatures sucking him off. He found himself often writhing in lustful frusteration in a room with other human men, their hands affixed to the wall via some strange rubbery slime that would spurt from the creatures nipples, quickly hardening and trapping the men so they could do little more than helplessly watch their erections throb and their meat grow sticky with precum as the school became filled with that stench of lemons and lilacs. That same, familiar stench grew stronger and stronger as they reached the door of the gym.
Marik knew nothing of the details of what went on within the gymnasium but during the hours that the prisoners were allowed outside into what used to be the parking lot now surrounded by piece mail and crude but effective barbed fences for exercise and socialization, many theories had been tossed around by the prisoners. Some proposed that the men sent to the gymnasium every week were being turned into the creatures and other men suggested that they were merely being assigned to a different location. Marik didn't like to think about why the five men sent to the gym every week since he had first arrived here were never seen again upon going there, but now it was all he could think about as he trod along. One of the creatures began pushing the gymnasium door open with its claw and he felt a mixture of incredible arrousal spiked with unspeakable terror at what waited inside for the men.
The gymnasium was no longer recognizalbe as a gym, the interior covered in thick layers of that rubbery slime, so thick it now shown pink in places with murky shapes of scoreboards and posters that rested beneath it shrouded in the whitish, pink haze, like trying to look through a frosted glass shower door. Webs of the goo hung from the ceilings and what used to be basketball nets. In the center of the room sat the form of a creature from Marik's wildest daydream. It appreared to be a sort of giant female centaur except instead of a horse's rearend, this one sported one that looked like half of an overgrown caterpillar. The famale half alone stood as tall as the near tops of the basketball nets, easily around fifteen feet with six near translucent pink, gargantuan breasts jutting from her chest, impossible perky despite being just over half the size of a beanbag chair each. The nipples dripped constantly as the creature eyed the men with its pupiless ruby eyes, smiling and shaking her head a bit. Her head seemed to have resting upon it a crown of organic petals and two great antlers, all perfectly symmetrical. The creatures skin, like it's breast was a wet, translucent pink reminding him of some big gelatin dessert with six arms, one for each breast, ending in vicious looking pinkish white claws. As Marik gazed upon this semi-gelatanous abomination he had to admit to himself that this creature turned him on more than any woman he'd ever been with.
The men were stood in front of this centaur queen and Marik noticed that the creature had a barely visible nose, its face appearing almost human in shape. She arched her back squirting her nipple juices out upon the five men, just barely missing Marik by a few inches but thouroughly splattering the other four with a honey like nectar. The men licked it up, one of them sending a sharp, white jet of sperm as he swallowed it, finally pushed beyond his limit. The creature made a simple wave with her hand and all five men were freed by their guard escort and left alone with what Marik assumed at this point was the queen. She smiled at the men, beckoning them to sit on her caterpillar half and the other four did, snuggling down into her warm flesh, drooling and more arroused than they had ever been. Marik walked forward to join the men but stopped, noticing movement around his feet. He looked down and his eyes widened in surprise.
At his feet dozens of white grub-like creatures slithered towards the pool of semen that the earlier man had shot in front of the queen and began suckling it up as if it were milk. One stopped to suckle his toe, sucking hard at it and driving him into even greater heights of arousal, it's tiny front telescoping to take it in. Marik looked back up and watched the other men, now lost completely in animal pleasure, suckling at her many teats. One of the men even squeeze one of her unclaimed teats, coating himself in her sticky nectar. Marik felt a pang in his gut and walked forward, looking into the creatures smiling face once more, as he took his place on the tail next to the other four men. Their cocks bubbled with precum and Marik was jealous, desperate to give himself to the creature as well.
"Why?"
Marik wasn't certain what it was within him that had allowed him to ask that question. His logical mind was nearly gone, lost in a torrent of sexual frusteration and animal desire, and yet some small part of him was still curious about this situation. What was she preparing them for? Why did she have a human face when so many of her drones had been more insect like? And what was with the scent of lemons and lilacs? A pheremonal scent no doubt, but what was all of this leading up to? One of the last logical thoughts before the animalistic hunger to mindlessly fuck this monstrosity took over.
"Curious. You are one of a small handful who have managed to talk to me. Of any of those you are tho only who actually asked why instead of merely enjoying it," she spoke in the voice of a goddess, so sexy he nearly came as she giggled before continuing her speech, "I will make you last awhile as a reward, I think. The other four of your kind are already filled with my digestive enzymes and have begun feeding."
As her voice quieted down, the sound of the groans and cries of the other four has already begun, matched in volume by the wet sound of slithering, almost akin to the sound of wet, thawed out meat being peeled off a paper plate. Marik looked over and his mouth fell agape: the small grubs had swarmed up over the other four men, each taking turns on the mens cocks. One would telescope, taking the dick in all the way to the pelvis, then sucking furiously filling itself with several thick gouts of sperm, then release, sending a spray of sperm a few feet up into the air while another opened up and took that cock in. They reminded Marik of children lined up around the older style fancy water fountains that would constantly stream upwards, each taking turns sucking sperm from the many trembling cocks. Dozens of the grubs sucked sperm for the four men, who eventually grew silent, simply drooling and smiling settling into the creatures supple caterpillar half, and lazily licking the creatures nipples.
"How much will-"
"They will eventually drain your friends completely, leaving little more than a few husks for me to consume at my leisure. It won't take long, as much of my digestive enzymes as they consumed," she paused, kneading her enormous breasts, squirting a bit of that very fluid out over the writhing men lying upon her, "They will feel good until the very end. Your kind is very strange: it seems you will do anything, even the most dangerous things for pleasure. Though, I rather like that about you. It makes my job easier and a lot more fun to perform on behalf of the hive"
She smiled, kneeling down so that Marik was face to face with her and their lips met, her long tongue dancing within his mouth. Her saliva was sweet and he swallowed it again and again, filling his stomach with the pleasent burn of the sweet liquid. She pulled away and he lay back, feeling his balls ache, more and more, as that pleasent burn spread throughout his body. He lay back for what only seemed like a few moments has his cock grew impossibly hard and he finally willed himself to struggle to his elbows, looking over at the other four men. All had grown still and were grossly emaciated, the many worms that had fed upon them carressing their inner thighs tenderly, almost as if to thank the men for the sustenance. Marik was picked up, gently, by the queen, who moved the bodies of his former comrades off to the side and cuddled him up against her.
He was now sitting astride her belly, the back of his head buried between her lower breasts, he nuzzled them fondly as he began running her long claw-like fingernails through his chest hair and down his arms. The six arms covered him with goosebumps, the many nails caressing all of his tender areas as his eyes rolled back into his head and his mouth fell open stupidly. It was easily the more sensual thing he had ever experience, complimented by her cooing and occasional giggle. He began thrusting his hips into the air, teasingly, smiling at the worms, who took no time in crawling towards him with renewed hunger.
The worms had stopped moving around on Marik's body as he gazed down through narrow eyes: they all sat perched upon his chest, stomach and thighs, facing his erect penis. One finally crawled forward, readying itself to be impaled, while the rest began to writhe about on his inner thighs, calves, and chest, redoubling the sensual experience the queen was giving him. Marik saw one of the creatures rear up, like a cobra, and it's tiny mouth, reminicent to that of a human mouth, opened up wide until it was roughly half the width of his shaft. With a single motion, the tiny worm thing came down on his prick, taking it in impatiently like a anaconda eating on a video being played at increased speed. Marik felt his aching balls well up and he exploded almost immediately, his eyes rolling back into his head as his hips jerked. He cried out loudly, a tear of joy running down his cheek at the final release.
He lay back, burying his face halfway in the queen't supple breast like some cool, slick pillow, gasping and howling as worm after worm sucked his sperm out. His body made more and more, though, quickly draining him of fats, his body jerking up and bucking as the grubs drank deeply of him again and again. He was blind with tears and too consumed with lust to think any longer. All that mattered was giving these young things all of himself that he could: to pump more and more sperm until he joined the other four withered corpses lying in a pile nearby. As the creatures sucked, one after the other, Marik cried out one last, loud time as the queen laughed an almost sadistic yet unbelievably sexy laugh, her breasts brushing his face, driving him on to one last, continuous cumshot before he grew still.
The queen sighed, smiling down at her many young who danced and cooed in tiny, nearly inaudible voices in thanks for the meal. They would become a new breed, spreading beyond the reach of this small world to even more distant reaches in space. The conquest of the universe continued on, as it had for millions of years before mankind had even tread upon the earth. While a few pockets of resistance remained, they would be easy enough to expose and eliminate. These creatures were simple minded but made up for it by being quite delectable. Even the intense pleasure they felt while being fed upon was a pleasent experience for the empathic breed. Perhaps she would keep a few batches as cattle.