Breed 1 (Sci-fi, Mg, Ff, Oral, Anal)
by Osric134



Dr Susan Langham was satisfied. She had created a new strain of
the virus, one that mutated human DNA but then died before it
could spread. It could be a powerful weapon if she allowed it to
be. But she had other ideas for its use.
The rats and the monkeys had been destroyed, all remains
incarcerated. Her records had also been deleted and replaced with
harmless experimental data using the same naming format,
unrelated to her own, personal project. That would wipe any
records of her files, not allowing them to undelete or recover
with their 'special' software.
They would never find what she had been doing, she was not going
to give up her life's work to a bunch of money grabbing
bureaucrats so they could make a few more millions selling it to
the army again. Even though she had been well compensated for her
work on that super-soldier serum they had used on those poor men,
she had never wanted to see that happen again.
It had taken years of research, looking at other studies and even
sleeping with two eminent scientists old enough to be her
grandfather. She was now sixty five and this would either kill
her or bring a whole new world to her, to the human race
eventually. She didn't quite know what would happen to her, if
she would be permanently mutated like those soldiers or remain as
she was. But that didn't matter really, she was a dead woman
anyway. All that would happen was that she would die faster than
the cancer that was eating away at her bowels.
She secreted the vial in the compartment she had especially made
in her bag for exactly this purpose. Nothing short of a car crash
would break it.
She closed up her lab for the last time and left, clocking out as
usual and left the building. She went through the usual security
checks, that new guard watching her very closely. She had always
suspected him of being a plant from her 'superiors', a spy to
keep an eye on her. They knew how she felt about what they had
done and wanted to make sure she didn't sabotage anything else.
She had made sure that the backups didn't contain any of her real
work, leaving it on her flash drive instead. They didn't figure
she knew enough about computers for that. Her nephew had taught
her all about computers and she had picked more up from reading.
Susan was a brilliant woman and very quick study, gleaning all
she needed and using it to her advantage while maintaining the
pretence of being a bit dim when it came to computers.
She went out through the main entrance, waving to the familiar
guards at the front gate as she drove out for the last time.
She would die in a mysterious accident, her body burnt and
mangled, she hoped. Then she would either emerge as a new woman,
a new breed of human. Either that or die a very long and horrible
death in a ditch somewhere. Either way she was a dead woman if
she didn't try it. The cancer was terminal now, she had no other
options left. Long years of working with hazardous chemicals,
viruses and radioactive substances had taken their toll. Now she
was driving to her destiny.

It was many weeks before they found a body, by then the corpse
just a shell. It was as if it had been eaten out from inside, no
brain, no heart, no internal organs at all and no bones. It was
weird.
The policemen surveying the body all shuddered inwardly, sickened
by what they saw.
"She looks like a cocoon!" one person remarked, "Like out of a
horror movie or something."
No one else talked, they were bothered by the shell of the old
woman left there. What animal had done that? This was England for
fuck sake, not the American Rockies.
Detective Inspector Ian Graves of the Oxfordshire Constabulary
surveyed the scene with disgust, his steely-grey eyes taking in
everything in one swoop. He hoped that this wasn't some sort of
ritual killing, a serial killer or that malarkey, he had his fill
of that shit when he was in the Met back in London. That was why
he had come out here, far away enough for some peace and near
enough that he could visit his daughter when he wanted to see his
grandkids.
"Sir, the forensic people are here!" the constable said, putting
back on his hat.
"Good! Send them over and get ready to take me back to the
station. I will have some paperwork to do before I see her
family." he said in his basso voice, his face sour.
“She's only got a nephew sir, the rest of her family died. She
was the youngest!” the young man said as he walked off.
DI Graves sighed and moved towards the car. There was absolutely
no doubt that this was her, her face had remained untouched,
almost peaceful in death.
He reached up, stroking his graying hair back over his head and
out of his eyes, then he turned and walked back toward his car.

The young girl was naked, standing by the water's edge and
smiling at him. She couldn't be more the eleven or so, tall for
her age, slim hips and small breasts.  She did have very nice
legs on her too. The man looked her over, wondering if this was
some sort of trick. He had been in trouble before, he had almost
gone to prison the last time. But they didn't find that girls,
they didn't find a body for any of them, he had seen to that. He
had sent the others away to a 'friend' of his in the seedier side
of the city, where they disappeared into that world.
He looked around and could see nobody else at all. The open
fields didn't have very many places to hide.
His cock became hard, at the thought of fucking her, she looked
so good.
"Hello Missy," he called to her.
She came over to him and stood looking down at the fish he had
caught. He almost dribbled at the sight of her lovely, smooth
flesh and that fat bald peach between her lovely thighs, wanting
to reach out and pull her to him.
"What you doin' out here dressed like that?" he smiled
disarmingly.
She just looked at him and smiled, then pointed at the fish,
rubbing her belly.
"You Hungry?" he asked, think that she was a mute with some kind
of mental problems.
She nodded and came closer, standing right next to him. He took a
chance, reaching over and hugging her tasty young frame against
him, his hand on her smooth hip, wandering down to cup her plump
little buttocks.
"OK, I have some food in my cabin over there!" he pointed off in
the direction of his place less than a mile away and she smiled
again.
He knew that he would rape her over and over again even before he
got to his feet, the girl had a really nice young body with that
small plump little arse that was made for cock, just like that
wonderful pouting mouth of hers. Her big blue eyes shone like
gems as she smiled at him, it was almost as if she knew him.
He picked up his gear and took the girl's hand, leading her back
the half mile to his cabin. He could smell a strong scent of
something sweet coming from her. He knew he was quite alone out
here, he could use her for as long as he liked.

She didn't even put up any resistance at all when he led her to
the bedroom.
"Now you do something nice for me and I will feed you, OK?" he
smiled.
She smiled back, nodding her understanding.
He pushed her to the floor, down on her knees, freeing his cock.
She looked at it and then up at him, opening her mouth
automatically as he pulled her to him, sucking it immediately
when he forced it between her plump lips.
He gasped, feeling her tongue tickling the head. The she sucked
it deep into her mouth, he could feel her amazing tongue rubbing
up against the underside of his cock as she sucked on it, sliding
it in and out of that perfect mouth.
It was obvious that she had been trained, someone had got to her
first. They had trained her how to suck a man's cock. He was
disappointed, having wanted to break her in first, to tear her
hymn as he forced his cock into her tender young pussy for the
very first time.
Maybe her arse was still virgin? Maybe she had never done that
before?
But right now the blow-job he was receiving was better than
anything he had ever experienced before. She was so very good at
this, making him gasp and clutch at her head. Her mouth seemed to
be so soft inside, so warm and wet. It was almost like a pussy,
almost alive and he couldn't feel her teeth at all.
He gasped again as she sucked him deeper into her mouth, he
moaned as his balls pressed against his chin. She had swallowed
his entire cock.
Now she began to work on him, sucking and tonguing him as she
slid him in and out of her face, her pretty blue eyes staring up
at him with a little twinkle.
Almost too quickly he came, grunting, and then crying out as her
mouth stroked and suckled, draining away the sperm he was
squirting into her throat.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, still suckling as he collapsed, following
him down onto the bed behind him.

The girl lay on the bed sleeping. She had been good, very good
indeed. She remained quiet as he used her, cumming in her over
and over again. Her bottom was so tight and deep. She moaned as
he used her anally, filling and stretching her as he sodomised
her on his bed. He also had fucked her tight, tight little pussy,
forcing himself balls deep into her without any difficulty;
surprised at how good she felt, how her hole clung to his cock
like another mouth sucking on him. It was obvious that she was
used to cock even though she was virgin tight, but she gripped
him, squeezed him and milked him so well. It was even better than
raping a 'freshie'.
She used her mouth on him again, sucking his cock and drinking
his seed down like a meal, draining his balls.
She smiled and licked him for a long time, then he rolled her
onto her back and fucked her again.
Now he lay on the bed looking at her, tired from all that
fucking. He would keep her, keep her and fuck her for a long
time. He had never experienced anything like this, no girl so
incredible as this one. She was just too good to get rid of.
Maybe when she had grown older and had become a woman he would
cut her throat and weigh her down in the lake for the fish to
feed off of, but for now he would let her remain with him,
satisfying him and pleasing him.
He lay in the bed, tired and worn out. He felt her stir, rolling
over to lay half on him. She looked down at him and smiled, then
she kissed him. He felt her tongue enter his mouth, licking,
flicking into his throat. His mouth slowly filled with sweet,
pleasant spit and he swallowed it all down, turned on by that
act.
Then she pressed down harder, grabbing his head in an iron grip
and tonguing him in a much fiercer manner. Suddenly he felt
something inside his mouth, pressing his jaws wider apart,
digging into the gums behind his teeth and holding them open. He
couldn't close his mouth, couldn't pull away from her, her
fingers digging into his head. His mouth was pinned to hers by
something from the inside, holding his jaw wide open. He
struggled to push her away, to separate their faces but they were
stuck fast, the thing in his mouth digging into his gums and
hurting him.
Suddenly she heaved, the sound of vomit being regurgitated as his
mouth filled with foul-tasting bile. He panicked now and
struggled ferociously, trying to get free. The girl heaved again,
more bile was forced into his throat and her long, long tongue in
his mouth wriggling and forcing him to swallowed the disgusting
mess into his roiling stumoch.
“Glumph! Glummmmph!” he screamed as the thick, porridgy mess was
forced down his resistant throat.
She gripped his flaying wrists now, pinning them over his head
with tremendous strength, heaving again into his mouth again and
then again. His throat burned, his eyes watered. Chunky bits of
food still in his mouth and his nose as she forced more vomit
into him. She heaved again and again, the man forced to swallow
or choke to death. Fighting to get free, he got up off the bed
with the girl's super-strong limbs coiled around him, knocking
the small table over. The girl's long slim legs squeezed around
him tighter, pinning herself to him so that he was unable to
shake her loose. She still held his wrists as he fought, forced
to swallow more as the girl continued to vomit forcefully into
his mouth, his stomach swelling obscenely.
His movements got slower, he felt sluggish. The girl vomit into
him again, heaving and forcing him to swallow again. He fell to
his knees, his eyes glazing as his mind went slowly blank.
The girl stood, lifting him and dragging him over to the bed,
laying on top of him and continuing to vomit into his mouth, into
his stomach, his lungs, his nose.

When morning arrived again it found the cabin was quiet, except
for the sounds of woodworm eating at the old timbers.
On the bed lay the naked man, staring up at the ceiling with
blank, terrified eyes, his face twisted in horror.
He was no longer breathing now, his mouth and nose overflowing
with porridgy, greenish vomit. He seemed paralysed in some sort
of convulsion.
The figure of the young girl entered the room, dressed in one of
the man's large plaid shirts and nothing else. Her head wet with
water from the shower she had taken, slicked back behind her head
and down her back. The girl approached the bed. She stood over
the man and smiled, touching the tip of his nose and then going
into the kitchen for something to eat.
She rummaged around the house for more food, finding cooked
meats, bread and juices. She found money, and a large bag,
packing some more clothes into it and then leaving the cabin
sometime late at night.

When they found the man's body it was a mess, most of his organs
had been dissolved in some kind of acid or something. DI Ian
Graves and the police Sargent who stood over the body did
recognise the deceased man by his belongings, it was Fred Terry,
the child molester and suspected child slayer who they believed
was responsible for the disappearance of at least three children
whose remains had never been found.
“Who found the body?” Ian asked the Sargent.
“The probation officer who was monitoring him. Seems someone saw
a girl up here...” he stopped, leaving the thought open.
"Sir, I think he's been robbed too Sir!" the constable called as
he approached holding some items in his hands, "His wallet is
empty and most of the food in the fridge is gone."
“Someone doing our job for us?” Ian said and the Sargent nodded
with a smile.
“Sorry Sir?” the asked the constable.
“Nothing!” he answered, then turned to the Sargent. “When the lab
techs get here call me!”
The stocky man nodded to him and walked off. Now he had to wait
for the forensic team to tell him what was used to kill the man.
But something bothered him about this, something familiar.

The man who snatched the girl was elated. She didn't even put up
a fuss, scream or even fight him off. Now she lay in his bed
after he had found her wandering around the streets at night, he
was going to break her in and the peddle her arse like the others
he had 'found' wandering the streets of the city. He was no
longer getting his 'supply' from that Terry guy any more. The man
was being watched very closely.
She smiled at him as he climbed between her long, shapely young
legs and pushed his cock into her, feeling it gripped tightly as
it sank deep.
"Ahhhhhh!" he gasped, she felt wonderful on his cock.
Then he began to fuck her, humping into her delicious young body.
She moved against him, hooking her hips up to meet his, helping
to slide his cock in deeper.
But she was so very tight too, squeezing and gripping him like a
meaty vice, he felt as if the skin was being torn off him and his
cock was being massaged at the same time.
It was fantastic. She would fetch a pretty penny for him after
she was properly trained.
After he had cum in her again he got up and left the room, then
he had the others start taking their turns in her, in her arse,
in her mouth. There was a steady stream of men who never seemed
to stop. All night long she was fucked and fucked, but she never
complained, never resisted. In fact she seemed eager for more,
sucking down their sperm into that wonderful mouth of hers.
Then he came back to check up on her progress. She still lay
there, quietly. She smiled as he stood over her, her eyes
inviting. That smell coming from her was driving him crazy,
making his cock so hard. He decided to have some more, stripping
and climbing onto her again. She reached for his head and held
it, staring up into his eyes. Then she pulled his head down to
hers, kissing him. He liked that, he liked her tongue delving in
his mouth.
His cock drove into that wonderful pussy, reaming her tightly
gripping hole.
But then, as he kissed her, he felt something holding his mouth
open, digging into the gums behind his teeth. Her hands glued
themselves to the sides of his head and he was unable to escape.
He shook, and twisted, but was unable to get her off him. He
grabbed her wrists and tried to pull them away, finding her
fingers sinking into his skull, hurting him. She was so strong,
he was unable to move her hands. They struggled on the bed, the
man fighting to free his mouth as her tongue seemed to be longer
and thicker, fucking his throat violently until he was gagging.
They had rolled over and she was on top now, his cock still rock
hard inside her, her impossibly strong legs coiled around his
waist, pinning him to her. She was still moving her hips, still
fucking him.
Then suddenly she heaved up hard, vomiting into his mouth. He
struggled furiously now, trying to spit it back out but she
heaved and heaved, forcing more of it into him, making him
swallow the thick, porridgy mess down. It was either that or
drown in the nasty stuff. Her legs coiled around his waist were
squeezing tighter, he tried to get up off the bed and reach the
locked door. The girl heaved and heaved again, forcing more vomit
into him until some of it came out of his nose. He choked, his
throat burning as he was struggling to breath, but she kept
heaving, kept vomiting into his mouth, down his throat, into his
bulging stomach until he blacked out.

"Hey! Reems, you in there?"
"Yeah! What you want, I'm still fucking this little bitch!" came
Reems' voice through the locked door.
"OK, OK!" the man said and backed away, laughing. “Leave some for
us!”
It was obvious that Reems wanted to enjoy her a while longer
before he sent more 'customers' in.

The girl smiled and turned away from the door. The man had gone
now, satisfied that everything was alright.
She turned to look at the trembling body of Reems on the bed,
soon he would stop moving and then she would leave here. She
found her bag and took back her money, finding more in a case he
always seemed to carry. There was several thousand pounds in
there, enough for her needs. She took his credit cards, his store
cards and threw his wallet out of the window.
Below, the street was empty. It was morning, early morning like
last week when he brought her here. She saw the drain-pipe at the
side of the window and used it to climb down onto the street.
She wore the clothes she had found in the room, clothes that had
belonged to other girls that the man had whored in that very
room. She didn't even look back as she walk away.

Continued...



  
Breed 1