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	The following work of total fiction contains a scene of graphic 
nc sex, but no violence. This story includes fairly strong elements of 
restraint/bondage and of impregnation/insemination.
	Content is my own (Monocle), copyright 1998-2003, (as are the typos, and spelling & grammar errors), and any resemblance to persons or 
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 _|____|_  In which a secret group of powerful men have selected another
  (O) o    young woman of high moral standards to bear them a child.
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Primal Duty
By Monocle

	"Ms. Flinn, welcome back. You are our guest of honor this evening," 
the disembodied voice echoed through the dark room as the young woman 
stirred awake. She could remember heading to her car after work, getting in, 
something damp and noxious clamped over her mouth and nose from behind, then 
nothing.
	"We are the Primal Man, and we have been watching and preparing for you 
for some time now, as we have and continue to do with many others like you."
	Susan tried to sit up from her position in the darkness and found she 
couldn't. Her arms were bound together above her head and her legs were 
pinned wide apart, bent and tied with soft but unyielding straps at the waist, 
thighs knees, and ankles. Her pelvis was upturned and she rested on a slight 
incline, angled down to her head. The warm air currents in the room blew 
across her body slowly, and she realized with a sharp intake of breath that 
she was naked. And exposed completely.
	"Susan Flinn, 18 years old, 243 Rose Road, you are a woman of excellent 
breeding and fine moral character. You believe in the sanctity of all life 
and the commitment to family. You will care for your child despite and above 
any circumstance."
	She blinked as bright warm a light fell on her, confirming her state of 
exposure and bondage. She opened her mouth to scream, but the voice continued.
	"You can call out as you like, but we are quite remote from any one who 
might come to your aid, we can assure you. All of those present are here solely 
for you, to fulfill your and our primal duty of providing the world with a 
strong, capable future generation."
	A dozen, two dozen lights turned on, illuminating thirty or more 
figures surrounding Susan. Each one was male and naked save for a headdress or 
mask that disguised their facial features. They were men of all builds, heights 
and colors. Though some were thinner or thicker, none were obese or emaciated. 
All looked in good health and physical condition. All had erections of various 
sizes, though none could be considered small.
	Susan did scream, several times, calling for help. The men surrounding 
her waited patiently till she wound down to quieter fearful sobbing.
	The voice continued, "We followed you for some time after finding 
you. We know that you will carry and support our child, and that your family 
will, after a time, accept the way things will be. We know your are not a 
virgin, but you realized your mistake early and are saving yourself now for 
the right man. We are, collectively, that man; the Primal Man. We know your 
cycle, and that you are now at your most ripe time for the creation of a 
child."
	The sheer perversity of the situation and its rationale stunned 
Susan. Staring wide-eyed around her, she yet didn't notice the man 
approaching her until the feathers of his mask grazed the insides of her 
thighs. She yelped in surprise as his long pink tongue extended, touched 
her vagina, and started slithering up and down, plying her slit. She let out 
another scream and struggled franticly in her bonds. They held her tensing, 
squirming body easily. The minimal movement of her hips only served the 
probing tongue better, allowing easier access to the folds of her sex.
	"You may go to the police after this, they will not be able to help 
you. We are well hidden and protected. You may desire counseling, which may 
be beneficial. You may even desire to give up our child. We will be saddened
by the loss of a caring mother, but we will not stop you. But do not try to 
hide our child from us. If we cannot find it, we will find you again."
	The masked man at Susan's pussy licked wetly and sloppily, moistening 
her nether lips, digging his long squirming tongue two or even more inches into 
her tunnel. He brought his hands up to rest them lightly on her lower belly, 
gently massaging the area just above her pubis. Slowly, she felt her body 
respond automatically with its own lubrication, even though she felt no sexual 
thrill at the sensual touch. At least, that's what she told herself.
	She said with disdain and false courage, "You perverts! You're just a 
bunch of power-tripping rapists, getting their thrills kidnapping and 
v-violating people like me. Well, f-fuck me and get it over with. You'll all 
burn for it later.
	"We are not going to fuck you, so much as fill you," the voice said. 
"Our pleasure is incidental to the duty we fulfill. So is yours, but that does 
not mean it will not come."
	Slowly the men in the circle began to move around behind the one going 
down on her in a loose line. They were slowly jacking their cocks in their 
hands. 
	Susan lost the little courage she had and began to plead.
	"Please don't. I don't want a child yet. I can't! Please... Oh!"
	The man licking her began nibbling at her clit, causing Susan to jump
within her bonds. She realized with some horror that her body was beginning to 
respond to the stimulation, her hips slowly trying to undulate with the 
massaging tongue. The feathers of the mask brushed her inner thighs, the 
delicate touch was electrifying to the sensitive skin. Despite her body's 
nascent betrayal, she continued alternately to demand and beg to be released. 
The voice cut her off.
	"It is time," the voice said, "to create!"
	The man in the feathered mask stopped licking and stood up, stepping 
away. He was replaced by a hirsute, burly framed man, wearing a bear's head mask. 
He held his engorged 6 inch cock, jerking it rapidly with one hand, guiding it 
quickly to Susan's pussy lips. He placed the purple head at her entrance, grabbed 
her hips with both hands, and rammed himself inside her.
	"Gaaaah!" They cried together. She from the sudden penetration, he from 
his climax. No sooner had he pushed all the way into her than he came, 
spurting his seed deep into her cunt. He gripped her hips tightly and held 
himself rooted to his balls, shaking and pouring into her as she took a deep, 
heaving breath and screamed again.
	As the bear-man's climax ebbed, he moved one hand and placed it gently, 
almost reverently on Susan's lower belly, right above the location of her womb. 
The light touch there complimented the pulsing deep within her as he emptied 
his balls before pulling his still hard cock from Susan's snatch. He stepped 
aside to be replaced immediately by a tall pale-skinned man wearing stylized 
eagle mask, his longer, thinner prick plowed into Susan with no hesitation, and
they both gasped again as he came immediately.
	"Nooooo!" Susan cried as she saw the actual form of the proceeding take 
shape. The loose line of men were masturbating themselves to the edge of 
orgasm, waiting only to enter her to come and fill her with sperm. The voice 
was right, no one was fucking her, they were just filling her with their seed,
 to impregnate her ready womb.
	The eagle-man repeated the hand gesture on her abdomen and stepped 
away, to be replaced by a muscular black man wearing a fierce puma mask. His 
cock was longer and thicker than either of the other two, and Susan's protest 
turned into a sharp cry as he shoved all the way into her - slight pain at 
being so stretched mixed strangely with an intense sensual pleasure. The 
impaling thrust was easy only because of the two loads of lubricating sperm 
already in her. Some of it squeezed out around the thick invader, and some 
was pushed deeper inside her to be joined by new spurting wads of the black 
man's come in a mad dash for her waiting egg.
	"Aaaagh!" she yelled. She had expected the large member to hurt, 
stretching her wider than she'd ever been, but the sensation was more of 
incredible fullness than real pain. And Susan realized with horror that her 
lower body was trying to grind up against the climaxing man, against her will, 
as if trying to get him even deeper. The vestigial racist terror of a small 
white woman facing a large black man shook her bound body even as it betrayed
her. 
	"Oooooooh... Nooo!," She gasped as the puma-masked man pulled out, 
caressing her belly with his hand. More semen spilled from her pussy as her 
muscles contracted after him, only to be split apart again by the cock of the
next man on the verge of orgasm. This Wolf-masked man was stocky and dark, his 
eyes burned into hers as he pushed his fat member in balls-deep, grunted, 
and came inside her.
	In a sense she was being fucked, but instead of one cock pistoning in 
and out of her, it was many. Each time it pulled back and pushed in, it was a 
different size and shape, and each time it had shoved deep into her, it came.
Just before it pulled out, her belly was caressed or gently touched. Sometimes 
the caressing hand would 'accidentally' graze her clit, sending additional 
shivers through Susan's tightly strung nervous system.
	One after the other, each man with a different mask, replaced his 
predecessor and filled her with his fountaining cock. Big cats, birds of prey, 
strange tribal gods, bone-white skulls. Each time she tried to protest or plead 
"Please don't!" or "No!" to no effect. All came and came into her trapped, 
fertile body. Susan overflowed, the accumulated sperm was far too much to stay 
in her pussy. Even as some of it was inexorably being injected, guided deep 
into her womb, much of it was squeezed out over her pussy lips, dribbling down 
the crack of her ass and spreading under her back or  across her belly towards 
her breasts. The smell of it was heady and undeniably sexual.
	Sometimes the timing would not be perfect, and one bloated cock would 
start shooting before making it inside her. The first thick jet of semen would 
splat onto her, maybe striking her labia or clitoris before the spasming organ 
was sunk into her to deliver the rest. The sight of the sperm-bearing fluid 
being ejaculated onto her drove home even harder that the rest of it was going
_into_ her helpless, ready body. 
	Susan had lost count after ten men had pumped their seed into her, her 
body fully betraying her over the next minutes, eagerly humping into the next 
impaling, coming cock. Her cries of protest evolved into mewls of pleasure, 
peaking with each new pulsing penetration. "Please no!" slowly changed into 
a hoarse, ambiguous "please..."
	The longest cocks would tap or bump into the end of her passage. These 
would deliver their juice directly at her cervix, the entrance to her womb.
The slight additional pressure of such deep penetration pushed her toward a 
delirium of unwilling pleasure, tinged and magnified by a growing fearful 
certainty within her.
	"Ooooooohhgod! Help me! HHUUUUUuuuuuuu!" She rose on waves of 
sensation, focused on her pussy, but spreading out across her belly and chest. 
Another cock sprayed into her. The combined juices almost foaming at her cunt 
lips with the in and out of ever more pricks. Susan realized her eyes had been 
closed for some time as she was lost in unwelcome lust. She opened them and 
looked up just in time to see the feathered mask of the man who had 'readied' 
her come into view and a long, thick, trembling cock slide deeply into her, 
as far as any of the others, stretching her lips wide.
	"AaaaAIIIIEEEEEEEE! Ah, ah AHHHHH! Nnnuh Nnuh Unh Uuunnnnhh!" Susan 
came. Trapped and inseminated, she could not stop the white-hot burn of orgasm 
that engulfed her as she thought she could feel the feather-man's come flood 
her cervix and ooze its way into her womb, to find and meet with the egg that 
was surely waiting there. Her cries slowly turned to defeated moans.
	"Nooooo..nonono.." She whispered as her orgasm ebbed. Her stomach light 
with butterflies, somehow she knew it had happened. One of the millions upon 
millions of sperm forced into her had found its target. Black, White, Asian, 
Indian, she would not know what it was until it was born.
	"Guh!", Another climaxing cock pushed into her. This one would not 
make a difference, she thought, none of the rest would. It was done.
	Three or four men were left. Each plowed into her sopping pussy and 
emptied his balls. Then the last was done, his sweaty, satisfied body 
withdrawing from her sopping, come-filled pussy. It was over. All of the 
men now stepped back into a loose circle around Susan.
	"You will stay here, this way, for an hour, to give our seed time to 
take root, then you will be transported back to your vehicle and left on a 
secluded road. If you have not conceived for us this night, we will find you 
again. This has happened before, rarely, but of the Mothers we have brought 
back, some proved to be most willing. Your reaction to the rite indicates the 
same may be true of you." 
	Susan shivered at the implications of the voice's last words.
	"We care for our children. Through anonymous, untraceable gifts and 
pieces of apparent fortune, you will always be able to provide food, shelter, 
and the best in education. When the child is 18 and an adult, it will be 
informed by our representatives of the circumstances and reason for its 
conception. Try to hide it from us and we will have to create a new child 
with you to replace it. Nurture it, and you, yours, and ours will be 
protected, Mother of our child."
	"Mother of our child," The gathered men repeated with a mix of 
voices that echoed in the chamber. The lights went out as a wet cloth was
again placed over Susan's mouth and nose. Consciousness left her as the 
echoes died away, burning forever into her memory. 

End


  
Primal Duty