4 comments/ 60426 views/ 9 favorites The Breeder By: OX2 After being poked and prodded, giving up blood, sperm and DNA samples I was directed to a solid oak door. The smell of wax and old wood filled the air. I opened the door on a room cast in shadow, lit only by a guttering oil lamp on a table in one corner. A low step stool, a ceramic pitcher and basin were the only other furnishings. In front of me was the reason I was here and had gone through all of the prodding and poking. Three female rumps were at the far end of the small room. A thick black curtain bisected their torsos. They were presented on a low stage, legs draped over the edge with the curtain hiding who they were. This is what I had been paid to do. The local Amish community needed new Genes, so they had posted an ad in the paper and I had answered. So here I was. I shut the door, and began to strip off my clothes. I folded them and put them on the wooden bench. On the table was a tube of KY Jelly. I thought of the impersonality of all this and decided then and there that I was going to give these women the best I could give, and as much pleasure as I could. I stood back and studied the round asses presented to me. Trying to gauge the rest of the body they belonged to, to imagine the whole woman. The one to the right was obviously a young woman; I prayed that she was over 18 and not a virgin. This would be a terrible way to lose your virginity. It was small and round, the legs slender and white. A wisp of dark hair sprouted from between her legs. Some would say flawless but I preferred a little more meat. The center one was wide and flat, belonging to a heavier woman, just the hint of cellulite showing in heavy thighs. Pimples spotted here and there. I turned to the last one, Round and full hipped, marble white as well. Thick thighs but firm, I could see the muscles on them and the bulging calf muscles, a short woman with cinnamon pubic hair. Wondering if these women were as nervous as I was I walked behind each one deciding which to take first? I didn’t want it to be an unpleasant experience and I’d read in a medical journal that a woman had a better chance at pregnancy if she had an orgasm. So there was the challenge. I walked back down the line this time I ran my hand over every white mound. Feeling a shiver at the first one, a jump at the second and a wiggle at the third one, the younger one. I guess I would start there. * * * * * * * * * * Gilda jumped in anticipation as she heard the door open and close behind her. She looked into the eyes of her Companion Edna. Both just 19 years old, Gilda couldn’t wait for a man, and volunteering to bring new blood to the community was an honorable way to do it. Last week the mid -wife had used a thick instrument to break her hymen. There had been blood and pain, but also something inside of her enjoyed the full sensation in her cave. Many times since they were thirteen Gilda and Edna had explored each other, now she would find out what a man would feel like. She heard the sound of him undressing and grabbed Edna’s hand. The sound of someone walking behind her made her squeeze it in excitement; Edna squeezed back and patted her hair. The feet walked on, deflating her some but then a hand on the top of her hip, along the small of her back made her squirm in anticipation. She gasped when the hand became two and caressed her hips, following the curtain along her sides and down around her belly. They traced her hips and gently caressed her thighs; her loins began to loosen, like when Edna touched her there. Fingers thicker than Edna’s prodded her, seeking that small pearl button that would send fire through her belly. With another gasp, and biting at Edna’s hand she felt the hands gently spread her, rubbing her inner lips, now moist, into frenzy. Gilda began to rock back and forth moaning, gasping, so excited. Edna saw her friend’s excitement and began to rub her shoulders, then under the bodice of her dress to the small breasts. Her nipples hardened. “GOD” moaned Gilda. He hasn’t even stuck it in me yet! Her knees began to quiver. Thank god the breeding shelf was holding her up. Edna’s kisses on her neck and face were like fire on her even hotter skin. Gilda clawed and beat at the wall that separated her from the other women. * * * * * * * * * * I slowly caressed the small waist, feeling the taunt belly, gently stroking along it. She was beginning to move in anticipation. I slid my hand down between her legs, good she was already becoming wet, and I found the soft lump of her clit and gently pressed it, swirling in circles. Next I slid along the thin, delicate lips, feeling the juice begin to flow. Stifled moans came from the other side of the thick curtain. Good, I’d play with her some more. Sliding one finger into her pussy I realized if she wasn’t a virgin she was damn close, my one finger was held in a vice. I pumped it in and out, sliding in easier and easier as her pussy lubed itself. She began to move her hips in rhythm with me. This tight I‘d never be able to enter her comfortably, for her or me. I added another finger. Even with her swamping my hands in her sweet honey she froze and I heard a sharp squeak from her. Her ass tightened and her thighs clamped down. I slowly moved deeper into her and she relaxed. Her motions started after I had pulled in and pulled out again several times. She began to gyrate wildly on my hand. With a sharp buck and tightening of her ass she slammed my hand down in orgasm. I could hear panting and gasping on the other side of the curtain. This had my cock ready. I pulled my hand out, and placed both hands on her petite hips. Once again thinking they were too bony. I pushed her legs wide apart with my knees. Exposing her tight twat to my thick head. I felt her gasp and try to pull away as my head penetrated her. I pulled her back into me by her hips. She fought to pull away. I gradually eased in, feeling her so wet and tight. As I buried myself deep inside of her I heard a cry. She began to relax as I pulled out. More moans and squeaks from the other side. I maintained a slow rhythm until I felt that it wasn’t hurting her too much. I held her hips, as they began to gyrate again, pounding back into me. A hand came from under the curtain to rub her clit, to grab her ass and claw at it. Arching my back I jetted hot cum deep inside of her. Painting her tight canal with goo. She was so tight as I pulled out that she cleaned my cock off. I stepped back, her pussy glossy red in the light, my pearly jiz oozing out of her. All of her weight was resting on the shelf as she sagged, legs still quivering. I slapped her on the ass with a solid crack. Leaving a red handprint. Letting her know I was done. She crawled up on the stage and under the curtain. To do what, I had no idea. I figure she’d be sore tomorrow, hopefully pregnant too. * * * * * * * * * * Gilda felt the hands playing inside of her. The finger inside of her was thicker than hers but not unpleasant. She loved the touch on her nubbin too. Edna’s caresses on her breasts were driving her mad. She kissed her back, tongues dancing hot in each other’s mouths. The world went red as he pushed two fingers deep inside of her. She felt herself stretch, the sharp pain of it causing her to gasp. Soon the gentle pressure began to feel good. Edna’s hands rubbed her back and breasts, and then put her breast where Gilda could suck at it. She began to feel the beginning of an orgasm. Suddenly fire exploded in her belly and she arched her back. Gasping at the incredible ecstasy of it, feeling her own hot fluids coating and dribbling down her thighs. She clenched at the fingers deep inside of her. Crushing them with her thighs. Sobbing for air she reveled in the pleasant feeling in her cunt. When his hands left her, she felt empty, but not for long. He spread her legs farther apart, exposing more of the opening of her softest cave, where she was most vulnerable. With a shock she felt him begin to enter her. ‘GOD NO! It was TOOO big, bigger than the mid wife’s instrument, thicker than Edna’s fingers, or the two he’d had inside of her. Nononono as she felt him slowly sliding in, tearing her in half, fire lacing along her pussy, yes she would call it that; the Vulgar non-Christian term for it. She involuntarily bit on Edna’s tit, bringing a low moan from her. Edna had one hand between her own legs and was working furiously at her self, head back eyes closed lost in her own pleasure.. GOD GOD GOD. It was like a small roast being driven deep inside of her. Then slowly it pulled out and began a slow in and out as she stretched to accommodate it she began to enjoy the feelings inside of her and began to feel the building of another, fuller, orgasm. Without thinking she reached between her own legs to press her pearl herself, humping her hips back and forth, groaning and surging with each stroke. Each thrust coming harder and faster than the last. Intense pleasure filled her she clawed at her butt, unable to touch everything at once. She reached up to give Edna a taste of her woman’s honey. Edna licked it from Gilda’s fingers and kissed her once again. Slamming back, eager for more of the hard cock, Gilda’s world exploded in bright stars as the next orgasm caught her by surprise. Lightning streamed from her crotch. Panting, loosing the strength of her legs, she collapsed on the stage. Gasping for air like a fish from the stream. A hard smack on her ass stung her back to the world. Remembering the mid wife’s instructions she began to crawl on to the shelf. Once under the curtain she rolled to her back and placed her legs in the air. Edna was there helping her hold them up, Gilda felt the thick goo oozing from her, sliding down her crack. She hoped she took, but would enjoy repeat visits from the stud if she didn’t. Such wicked thoughts. * * * * * * * * * * I took a minute to catch my breath and regain some strength. Maintaining an erection was never a problem. I looked at the next rump. It sat heavily braced against the stage. As I watched, the buttocks tightened and loosened. The hips were wide; good for child bearing, I analyzed clinically. She was definitely a big girl. Probably 5 foot 10 or better. Her crotch was just above my belly. Large, thick lips on her pussy. Dark tufts of hair. The buttocks were flat slabs of meat. Not sharp angles of the ones to her right and especially not the curvy ones to her left. The angry red pimples made her look whiter than the other two. Even in the lamplight her ass looked like two big meaty hams. If she’d had a tail I would have likened her to a Holstein. As I approached I could her soft murmuring and a sigh of boredom from behind the curtain. * * * * * * * * * * Ruth looked down at her daughter’s head as it lay in her lap. Emotions warred in her. God forgive me for subjecting her to this, she prayed, She is a simple girl, strong but dull. Let her get a child from this that will strengthen the community. She stroked her daughter’s hair as she heard the door on the other side open and close. Moments later her daughter gave a jump but settled back on to her lap. Child like. She hoped he would be gentle. Not like the ham fisted, clumsy oaf of a husband that she had. Thankfully he had not touched her in years. Ruth hoped that Gerta would take on this first time. She’d seen the way her cousin Gerhardt had been sniffing about, and the two of them were close. If they were to marry, then it would be a good match. A childless one. This child would be of good genes, the doctor said. With out the taint that marriage within blood passed on. That Gerta was a product of. They had shown her pictures of the Outsider. Good teeth, good muscle tones. No family history of defects. This child would be strong. Maybe even a leader. Gerhardt was so dense that he would accept it as an Honor. Thank God he was a good Farmer and provider. She heard the disgusting sounds in the stall next door as the stud must be working on that slut Gilda. Ruth didn’t like her much, too mouthy and always with that Edna. It was almost embarrassing to have her daughter share genes with her. She almost said no when she found out She would also have a child with the stud. But the sacrifice for Gerta would be made. Anything for her daughter and her future. * * * * * * * * * * Gerta jumped as the hand touched her. She was scared, but having her mother there made her feel better. She was just tired of laying there, her heiney in the air, it was getting cold. Her dress was bunched up around her huge breasts. She hoped to be brave and not cry out. Be Momma’s brave girl. She knew it would hurt a little, but like with Gerhardt it would soon fade and besides it would not last long. Then she would have a baby. Gerhardt would be honored, and they could get married. He was a good farmer and was always nice to her. A hand touched her cold butt and she jumped in surprise. She was glad her mother was there for her. They had washed her and made sure she was clean and fresh smelling. Why? She didn’t know. She just did what Momma said to do. She wanted the baby so bad. She heard all the commotion in the stall next to her. What was happening to her cousin Gilda, was she hurt? It sounded like a fight going on in there. She hoped she was being hurt. Gerta wiped that thought quickly from her mind as un- Christian. She didn’t like her cousin because she was mean to her. Called her a cow and stupid. If she was being a little hurt that wouldn’t be too bad; She deserved it. It was going on for an awful long time. Then with a few thuds against the floor, she heard her cousin crawling across it. I hope I am next. I am so scared. More scared than when Gerhardt stuck his thing in me. “God, please make me pregnant” she sighed. “Hurry up! My legs are getting tired!” she thought at the Man behind the curtain. * * * * * * * * * * I moved to the middle mission, as I began thinking of these women. What would she want or least expect? I was still a little drained on excitement from the last girl. A thought struck me as I approached her. I looked around for the low step. I pulled it over and measured my self while standing on it. Just right. I stepped off of it. I began stroking the back of her thighs, rubbing them softly then up over the meaty buttocks, knowing how sensitive the back of the thigh a woman was. The meaty lips of her pussy were sealed tight. The wisps of dark hair on either side giving a clamshell look. With my index finger I put the tip at the top of her pink slit and slowly drew it down, parting the petals of her flower. She gave another jump. Her petals were jeweled with her cream. I pulled up the step and sat on it putting her box at eye level. I began by inserting my tongue into her. She clenched her ass, and pulled away. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her back into me. Enjoying this, I lapped and spread her wide, exposing her entire labia to my soft and dancing tongue. Surprisingly, she smelled good, a deep musky smell that invaded my nostrils and began to bring me back from rock hard to diamond cutter. I slurped at her as she began to spill her juice. I moved down and sucked her clit, honey already coating it and the soft hair of her thighs. Better be careful, I mentally laughed, a man could drown. Her hips pistoned back and forth, grinding on my face every now and then. Harder and harder. I grabbed at her hips to lock into her motions. My face was taking a beating!! I jammed my tongue deep into her and curled around deep inside. With one hand I was holding on, the other crept up to roll circles around her tight brown bunghole. I kept this up as long as I could. Until I was almost knocked from my seat. Her pussy lips sucked at the fingers I’d pushed up into her like a new calf. The fascination of it almost made me cum right here. But I had a job to do. * * * * * * * * * * Gerta was enjoying the gentle caresses on her thighs; they were so soft and nice. She began to warm up in her personal spot. The finger splitting her lips was a start but that too felt nice. Now why couldn’t Gerhardt do this? She nodded up at Momma to let her know that it had begun. Momma shushed her and began to rub her back, “It will be over soon dear,” she said. I hope she is wrong thought Gerta. Then Gerta felt a warm breath down there. “Oh my god,” she thought. “He’s kissing down there” She began to feel a strange tightness in her belly. She raised up in her arms and began to buck back at the soft tongue inside of her and all around her, wanting more of it, bitting back on the cries and moans that were fighting to get out. More! More! She said. Somewhere she was wondering if Gerhardt knew how to do this!!! She was thrusting her hips back as hard as she could. More! More! More! She was saying to herself. She felt her thighs wet with something. She dropped back down to her elbows as she gave one hard buck back and her stomach tighten and her back arched, a bellow ripping from her throat. She had never felt this way with GERHARDT!!!!! * * * * * * * * * * Ruth was taken aback at her daughter’s wantonness. She pulled back away from her. If this is what it takes, she was willing to let her go. God have mercy on her soul. * * * * * * * * * * I pulled my stool back up to the gasping clam. So pink and ready. No virgin this woman! Judging by her hips and the response to my tongue-lashing she was a very physical gal. This I could have fun with. I wiped the glaze dripping from my cheeks and chin, and positioned the step to get a good grip with both feet. I pulled her hips as low as I could. She spread her legs and bent her knees. I placed the head of my cock at her opening, hunching over her, then, heaving my hips, thrust as hard and deep as I could. My thighs rebounded off of hers as I sunk deep inside of her. My balls made a slapping sound as I thrust harder and deeper into her. Her ass moved in waves and she came slightly off her feet. I slammed hard into her, my hands gripping her hips, pulling lightly at her big belly. Sliding easily in and out of her greased pussy. My right hand stroked her outer labia and the skin between her vagina and her rectum. Feeling her tighten when I did this I kept at it as I slowed down to grind at her. The head of my dick was pressed against her cervix. So I backed off a little. I felt her rise up on her arms and grind in circles on me. Like a roast on a spit. I smeared her new clear juices along the path to her ass, up around to her rose bud with my thumb. Waiting, I heard her groaning and pushing at me and figured the time was right so I slid my thumb into her ass. With a bellow she pushed harder at me. I twisted my thumb about and fucked her like a mad man. Fucking her hard and deep. She responded like an angered Female moose. Her pussy sucked at my cock, and she was hammering back at me. Rolls of fat bounced back and forth, nearly knocking me from my stool. I had to grab with both hands onto her hips and just let her slam on my rod while I hung on for dear life. I couldn’t resist; I slapped her huge white ass. This spurred her on so I did it again. Finally she pushed hard on me and held herself there. Her pussy locked around my dick so hard it threatened to cut it off, she froze. Her pussy juice gushed over my crotch and thighs, squirting over my belly. She slid forward with a groan, bringing her legs off the ground as she relaxed. This hit the right button on me and I came, jetting hot cum deep inside of her. There was no way to hold back the laughter and joy she had given me on such a wild ride. She had become loose in orgasm and I pulled out with a wet sound. As I staggered back I heard “I think he’s done Momma,” and the giantess crawled up on the stage and under the curtain. * * * * * * * * * * Gerta wasn’t sure what to do next. She did know she wanted more. She felt the hands on her hips pushing them down, so she bent her knees. She felt the stiff rod at her opening then suddenly it slammed deep inside of her. Not as long or thick as Gerhardt’s but it felt nice. Not stretching and painful. He thrust hard the way she liked it. His thighs on hers, her insides felt every inch of him. She pushed back to match him. She wanted more! More! It felt so good; her cousin next door couldn’t take this! It was so much nicer than Gerhardt’s. The Breeder Veronique is a true though bred. Like a high-spirited winner she is the classical example of the ideal woman in many ways. First she is beautiful. God is she beautiful. Long golden tresses framing aqua blue eyes, a cute turned-up nose and full pouty lips. Her breasts are perfect 36B with rose color nipples crowning flawless alabaster white skin. Veronique keeps her Mons Venus completely void of pubic hair meticulously shaving daily. Her ass is tightly rounded and her hips flared for comfortable child bearing. Her shapely legs go on forever contributing to her extraordinary five foot eight height. We had married when Veronique was twenty and she had produced two healthy children for us, out three-year-old daughter Janet and our two-year-old son Stephen. We had the family we had wanted but Veronique was in the prime of her childbearing years. It seemed a shame to waste the talent of such an ideal breeder. Veronique had read articles about "surrogate mothers", women who carried children for women who wanted children but could not conceive. The process inevitably consisted of planting the prospective father's seed in the surrogate's womb where she would carry it until term. For this service the surrogate was financially compensated. Veronique had breezed through her pregnancies and I had found having sex with a very pregnant wife very erotic. We discussed the possibilities and finally decided to offer my wife's services in a more unorthodox sort of way. The donor husband would impregnate Veronique in the conventional way, he would fuck her. The donor husband would be the only man to fuck her without a condom until she had succeeded in conceiving his child. The donor's wife would be present in the bed every time Veronique was fucked. For this premium service Veronique demanded a fee of twenty-four thousand dollars, half up front and the remainder when a healthy baby was delivered. We placed an advertisement in an underground paper supplying the terms of our offer and a box number. Veronique came in smiling clenching a bundle of envelopes. "We got six replies already!" she beamed as she started opening the envelopes. We had requested a family background with photos along with a hundred dollar deposit. Two envelopes contained no deposit and another two no photographs. We studied the remaining two for suitability. "I like this guy." Veronique said passing me a picture of a good-looking forty-year-old businessman. Right away I saw the reason for her choice, the guy in the picture was as black as the Ace of Spades! Veronique had fucked a colored boy before we were married and found it a delightful experience. In our deliberations we had not excluded donors of other races. "Really?" I grinned mischievously. Gene Wolfwrath owned a small trucking business and he and his wife had been trying for the past five years to have a child. Gene had been tested and found to be potent and time was running out. Gene and his wife Anna were completely agreeable to our terms and eager to enter into an agreement. The other couple did not appeal to Veronique. The husband was a wimpy schoolteacher and his wife implied it was a sacrifice to allow her husband to couple with another woman. Veronique called the Wolfwraths and setup an appointment to meet. The Wolfwraths "E" type Jag pulled into our drive promptly at 9 pm. I greeted them at the door. Anna Wolfwrath was a plus size jovial woman wearing and obviously expensive tailored suit. Gene was dressed more casually in a tweed jacket and a two hundred dollar pair of blue jeans. Veronique had prepared herself to meet her potential bull. Wearing a sheer black peignoir that concealed nothing she had carefully done her hair and makeup so she looked like a life size Barbie doll. The Wolfwraths were duly impressed when I introduced her. We had supplied no picture of Veronique with our ad and no doubt the Wolfwraths were expecting a more average type of woman willing to be bred by Gene. Veronique's unexpected beauty was a definite plus that sealed the deal. When we questioned why they wanted a half-breed baby Anna told us they were going to tell their friends it was adopted and not reveal that Gene was the biological father. Gene quickly scribbled out the twelve thousand dollar check. Although Veronique was not ovulating yet she suggested they consummate the deal that night. We adjourned to the boudoir so Gene could fuck my wife. Veronique slipped off what little she was wearing and took her place on the bed. As agreed Anna removed her suit and lay next to her clad only in very expensive silk panties and a well-constructed bra. Gene hastily disrobed. As he removed his shorts I could see m wife had made a good choice. The guy had am erection equal to any stallion's standing in excess of ten inches. Carefully he covered my wife who lay with her legs spread open. Gently he lowered himself into her wet abyss. Veronique's eyes reflected the gigantic size of his cock as it filled her. The ebony giant atop my pale white wife was so erotic. Veronique's slender white legs wrapped around Gene's buttocks and drew him into her. I saw Gene's black scrotum nestled between my wife's legs and realized that was where her next child was coming from. His huge cum cannon was buried deep inside her baby factory. Veronique convulse, her hips rising up to slide more of her lover into her. My wife was in heaven feasting on more cock than she had ever known in her life. I guess you could their trial run was a success. Veronique experienced an intense orgasm as Gene dumped a bucket of cum into her. As per the agreement Gene was permitted unlimited access to my wife's womb as log as his wife accompanied him on his trips to her garden. Veronique was due to start ovulating the following week. "God, I am going to be ready tonight!" Veronique beamed. Gene and his wife were scheduled to drop by during the evening to fertilize Veronique's womb. According to my wife she would be very vulnerable to his sperm. It was going to be so exciting knowing Gene was firing live rounds into Veronique's active nest and releasing life into her waiting eggs. Veronique was horny all night demanding I fuck her with a condom to get her ready for Gene's monster to fill her. She climaxed quickly chattering about having black baby batter dousing her eggs as she creamed all over his big black cock. Veronique was ready to be serviced. Anna was much more casually dressed when she arrived with her husband. Needless to say Gene was as anxious as Veronique to get underway but surprisingly Anna was the first in bed, completely nude! She laid there, large naked breasts with chocolate nipples. Her crotch was a forest of lustrous black pubic hair concealing the paradise that lie beneath. "You are going to join us." She advises me as our spouses disrobed. Apparently she and her husband had discussed having an all out orgy with Veronique and me. "Anna wants you to fuck her." Gene said as he and my wife climbed into the bed. It was something we had not considered. Anna did look very inviting laying there waiting to be taken. Veronique and Gene had already coupled, my wife having climbed on top of her bull and impaled herself on his enormous cock. "What the hell?" I thought as I undressed to join them. Anna's legs were like tree trunks compared to my wife's. I positioned myself in her valley and sank into the quagmire of her cunt. She was warm and comfortable. Veronique moaned beside me as Gene's cock stretched her pussy to new limits. "Oh God, you are so big!" she groaned as she lowered herself onto his pole. I knew Anna was accustom to more cock than I could supply but her huge honey pot was a friendly place to be. "Fuck me white boy." She teased. Veronique was well into enjoying being filled to capacity with Gene's black cock. To listen to her moans he was touching her tonsils with the head of his lengthy member. It was a strange feeling knowing my wife's eggs were about to be captured by a strange black man. "Cum in me!" she begged Gene. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the impression of Gene's big hand in my wife's fleshy buttocks as he held her in place on his soon to erupt cock. There was not chance of her escaping his life giving cum. Not that she wanted to escape his jism, driving herself down hard on his dreadful cock in her breeding passion. No, she was a woman determined on accomplishing her goal. Veronique's womb flushed her love juices over Gene's cock as she submitted. An earth-shattering orgasm tore through her quivering body as Negro sperm spurted onto her fallopian tubes. Gene grabbed Veronique's tits and squeezed heightening her delight, "Oh fucking God!" she cried as millions of spermatozoa race to her uterus. Veronique actually passed-out momentarily, loosing consciousness as her body was being invaded by a black man's sperm. Witnessing my wife O.D. on black cock was sufficient to cause me to spill my cum into Anna's cunt that surrounded my cock. Veronique's first breeding session lasted over one hour of non-stop fucking, Gene rising again and again to fertilize my wife's womb while delivering her yet another orgasm. Veronique slept like a baby that night while Gene's sperm played in her nest. Gene's visits became more frequent and longer until he was fucking my wife almost every night of the week. Even after Veronique was obviously pregnant the intensity of their fucking did not subside. Veronique delivered the Wolfrath's daughter as per our agreement but Gene is still fucking my wife for recreational purposes. Veronique is still acting as a surrogate so the black buck has to cover his monster with a condom also. The Breeder Vampire This vampire is just as powerful as the common vampire with only one exception. This vampire does not want your blood. He wants your fertile pussy. His power is to breed with any and all females that are fertile. This passage will tell the tale of how he lures women with his eyes. He controls them with the tone of his voice. Women can not resist. This vampire can not be stopped. He will not stop. His power is to breed. A long long time ago at the age of nineteen a young male, while in the shower he realized how much he could cum. This feeling felt so good he would do it over and over again. Little did he know what his fate would be. As he got older his curiosity begin to get the best of him. He needed to know what this milky white fluid was that would pump out of his dick each time he made himself cum. He needed to know more about his body. He had heard many things while eaves dropping on adults. Now he needed more. He needed proof. He started reading books about the male body where he learned that this was called ejaculating. He learned that when he ejaculates his dick is suppose to be inside of a girls pussy because his cum has life giving ability. Now at the age of nineteen, where would he find her and why would she be willing to let him pump his cum into her pussy. The more he learned the more powerful his urge to cum became. Now he needed to learn about girls so that he would know how to get them to let him cum inside their pussy. He learned that this is a complex thing with females. The more he read the more he understood the females need for security and comfort and love. Once he was certain that he could persuade a female to let him cum inside her he had to know what would happen after he does. He discovered the amazing metamorphosis of breeding. He had to find out if this was for real. He set his sights on many girls in order to find one that he could push his dick inside of and pump his cum into her pussy. He was denied by many girls until one day he found Faye. Faye seemed to be just as curious as he was. While playing behind the building where they lived he let her know he wanted to put his dick inside pussy. She agreed as long as he agreed to pull his dick out of her before he started to cum. His goal was to cum inside her pussy yet he agreed to pull his dick out. They found a place that was dark and private and started to engage in sex. He pushed his dick inside her pussy and it felt great. She was really slick inside and the back and forth motion finally got the best of him. He could feel his cum coming up. He was determined he would pump his cum inside her even though she didn't want it. suddenly his dick began to jerk and pulse and she started begging him not to release his cum inside her pussy. He didn't care. He pumped all of his cum deep into her pussy. Even though this was not what Faye wanted she moaned deep with pleasure. When he pulled his dick out of her pussy there was so much cum it oozed out of her pussy. Angrily she shouted and called him a bastard. He didn't care. With his dick still hard he was grinning with no shame. He had pumped his life giving cum inside her pussy where it belongs. Now all he had to do was wait and see if the things he heard and read are true. Six weeks later he learned that Faye is pregnant. He was so proud of himself. Now he just wanted to do it again and again and again. The fact that he had pumped a life into Faye's pussy gave him a hard on so hard it felt his dick would burst. Now he knew what to do and how to do it. His mission is clear. His desire for a fertile pussy is extremely high. By the age of 19 he had inseminated many fertile pussies. His ability to persuade was now brilliant. He had developed a confident stare that would melt any females resistance to him. His power was getting stronger with every breeding. His reputation was building more and more. The hypnotic stare was turning more and more women into sexual slaves. More women like Faye were craving more seed. Heuw (the vampire breeder) was leaving a wake of women behind that wanted more cum. I Jakee, is one of them. When I met Heuw he was almost at the peak of his power. Heuws' seed was growing inside women of many races all over the country. Women love men that are confident and intelligent. The confidence Heuw had excited me. I didn't want to be pregnant, but I was excited and hoped to fuck him. This was before I knew Heuw is the breeder vampire. One night I had the pleasure of meeting Heuw through a mutual friend. She introduced him to me as just a friend so I figured they had never been intimate. Little did I know she is currently carrying his seed in her womb. She walked away leaving me alone with Heuw. When he spoke to me it was like something regal. He talked to me about things that I believed no man would know about women. He was very warm to the touch and on the back of my hand where he touched me seemed to tingle and grew hotter by the minutes. When he looked into my eyes something happened to me. All I could think about was fucking. It was like my thoughts were suspended and all that matter was fucking. While he stared into my eyes I felt my legs open all by themselves. I felt my back arch as I got extremely wet. He took my hand and lead me to a vacant hallway. The more I resisted the harder he stared into my eyes. With my body pressed against the wall and his hands around my waist he finally spoke. He said, "give me your pussy". It was like being outside myself watching myself respond to his command. My body screamed for him to enter me. Then I felt his rigid hard dick being pushed into my pussy. I never felt anything so large and heavy between my legs. In and out, round and round for what seemed like forever. I felt him grunt and lunge into me deep and then he spoke again. "take my seed" he said and I felt what seem like a never ending stream of his hot potent seed hit the walls of my fertile pussy. When he release me I realized he fucked me. I didn't know how or why. I knew I was not on birth control as I felt his seed running down my legs. I rushed home and the next morning I took the morning after pill. It didn't work. A month later I learned I was pregnant. Something about me had changed. I didn't understand why I was glad to have his seed in me. I wanted more. A lot more. Now Heuw is at full power. He knows what to do to get women under him. His confidence is so high it does not matter where he looks. He knows he can and will impregnate women. Now his lair is the world. Some of the women who didn't want to be pregnant has tried to hold him accountable. A lot of them have tried to abort his seed and it didn't work. Heuw is very elusive. Once he is done with your pussy you can't find him until he wants you again. Like the day walker vampire Heuw is hidden in plain sight. He walks among us and no one can detect his ability. By the time the women he targets realize what he is its way too late. I am Karen. I was fueling my car when Heuw pulled up to the pump right behind my car. He was very neat casually dressed and stepped with a stride that made him seem uppity. He made a purchase and then returned to his car. He stared me and said, "I don't need gas, I need your pussy". It was that moment that I felt like I was outside myself. In my head I could hear me cursing at him. In reality I was moving towards him. I could not stop my self. Then he spoke again and said, "I want your pussy". Despite my will to resist strangely enough I wanted him to have my pussy. He lead me to my own car then we drove to an alley down the street. I could feel how wet I had become. Heuw leaned into me and growled, "give me your pussy". I fell back in total submission. Then he was on top of me ripping my panties off and pushing his huge dick into my pussy. I thrust back him as I heard myself say please don't cum inside me. Again and again I said please just don't cum inside me. It didn't matter a few strokes later I felt his hot seed being pumped into my pussy. Even thought that is not what I wanted I was amazingly turned on. With his hot seed sloshing inside my pussy. I drove him to his car and as he walked away all I could think about was fucking. My pussy was pulsing madly. I had an over whelming desire to fuck someone else even if it was a total stranger. Men like Heuw are every where. All they want to do is to make women pregnant and move on. They have no desire to bond. They have no maternal attachment to their seed. Their only goal is to turn women into cum craving sluts. The world is their lair. Birth control doesn't work. You can not resist his stare. When he commands you to give him your pussy. You will. Once his seed is inside your womb, all your hang ups, all your inhibition, and all your fears go way. You will have no shame. all you will want is cum. It wont matter who or when or where. Heuw (the vampire breeder) turns women into cum loving fuck slaves. The Breeder Then the stroking of new parts, it felt so much better, driving her mad, she had to take it all! The pressure on her other hole shocked her. That was a sin! It hurt at first when it went in, then as the feelings of his man thing and her girl thing met with this it added to her madness. She could not describe how she felt. She just wanted it harder and MORE. Then he slapped her ass. The sting added to her pleasure, the warmth all around, her head was spinning. She pulled at her dress, at her tits, and nipples so hard they couldn’t stand her touch. Grunting and groaning, Gerta bucked harder and harder until she spasmed and her womanhood contracted spilling all of its fluid onto the man. She collapsed forward. Exhausted. Gerta felt the weight of the man lift off the back of her legs. Warm stickiness dripped from her hole. With a gasp, she pulled her legs forward and rolled to her back pushing her hips up. “BY GOD I will have this baby before Gilda” she thought. * * * * * * * * * * Ruth watched in horror as her daughter bucked back and forth. Sweating, ENJOYING what was happening to her. Grunting and blaspheming like an animal. Gerta was pulling at her pendulous teats. She saw her back bunch , grind, then arch. Gerta cried out, not in the agony she expected but in bliss. Her cow like brown eyes opened and a ham fist wiped sweat from her brow. She slid her legs from behind the curtain and raised them. With a smile she looked up at her mother. “Momma I think he’s done”. Ruth smiled back. Looking at the bruised and gooey gash between her daughter’s legs. Eyeing the thick puddle forming around her hips. Yes, there it was, a healthy amount of the seminal fluid there. She pushed a cushion under Gerta’ hips and held her legs up and apart, willing the seed to slide back down to her child’s womb. She also noted the angry red handprint on her chunky buttocks. For every sin there is punishment, she thought. * * * * * * * * * * Rebecca heard the faint sounds of the first girl then the ex1plosion of sound begin next to her. She rested her head on her hand propping herself on her elbow. The other girls had brought a Companion in with them but Rebecca had decided to do this alone. She didn’t need an audience. It had been five years since Jacob died in the accident. So she was no stranger to what a man could do. She remembered him as a gentle lover. A good man. She still wondered why she wanted this baby. It must have something to do with the fact that she was now over thirty. She and Jacob had tried for years to have a child, but in her heart she knew it was Jacob that couldn’t do it. She never held it against him but sometimes it lay there, unspoken between them. The mid wife had checked her over with a fine toothcomb and declared her fit for The Breeding. Rebecca picked an imaginary piece of lint from her dress. She was beginning to feel silly. When the man had first run his warm hand over her hips she’d felt a momentary thrill. She was a little embarrassed that she had shivered. Now sitting here with a thick black curtain on her back, her ass in the air like a prize brood mare she felt just plain silly. Lending to the brood mare analogy the girl in the stall next to her was snorting and grunting like a cow. Gerta was a big girl and if this man was doing that to her, Rebecca could only guess what she was in for. She hadn’t had a man in years so she hoped she would be ready. A small piece of her was hoping to satisfy him in some way. Then she thought, He just schtupped two women, it must not take much to satisfy him. Still, at 30 Rebecca still believed in Love. She crossed her legs to take some of the tension off. Lying on your belly on a wooden platform with your legs dangling wasn’t really all that comfortable. * * * * * * * * * * I backed away from the middle girl looking for some water. I moved to the pitcher on the table and poured cool water into the basin. I drank deeply from the pitcher. My cock was beginning to ache, and I was getting tired. I cleaned the goo that was beginning to stiffen on my pubic hair, stomach and legs. The cool water felt good on my crotch. I washed my face and dried off with my shirt. I approached the last, but most perfect rump. The buttocks were round and muscular. They tapered to a slim waist that was cut off by the curtain. The thighs were also well toned and the calves had an athletic cut to them. She must have been about five foot maybe five foot three. Her hips matched mine. I still heard muffled conversation coming from the middle stall. And I was pretty sure that first girl hadn’t been alone. Then those thick legs crossed. Flexing at the knee. I guess I was taking my own sweet time! Some how I felt a connection with that rump and the woman that owned it. I stepped up to it, then moved to the side to sit on the ledge next to her. I began to massage her thighs, moving to her calves, listening for anything from the other side of the curtain. The calves were rock solid and the feet callused, but very feminine. I moved back to work along her back as far as the curtain would allow me. I caressed her hip and ran my hands over and around her right buttock. I could smell her. Lavender soap and the underlying musk of all women. I ran my hand down the crack of her ass; she tensed as I touched her brown star but relaxed when I continued to the base of her vagina. She uncrossed her legs, inviting me to do more. I let my hand continue around through her cinnamon pubic hair. Combing my fingers through it I gave it a playful tug and she bobbed her haunches back at me. I continued rubbing her stomach, very firm, until my fingers touched the thick wool of her dress. I wanted to see the whole woman. It consumed me. For some reason I needed to feel her breasts, to look into her eyes. I slid back and moved to the left side of her. Again I massaged her, ending by trailing my fingers along her slit. It slid apart at my touch and I heard a gasp from the other side. I kissed her meaty butt and gazed at her beautiful ass. I ran a finger down her inner thigh. I couldn’t hold back. Screw the rules “You are beautiful,” I said. A whispered, “Thank you” came from the curtain. “Can you hurry? I am getting a cramp in my right leg,” she whispered I laughed, wanting this woman more and more. Probing her with a few soft fingers showed me she was ready. I placed the head of my cock at her slick lips and pushed. It was tight at first but I slid in easily. She had been ready for a while! I ran my hands over her hips and waist as I felt the head of my dick run along the length of her. She began to rock back into me, a slow dance beginning. This was driving me crazy; I had to see her. I ran my hands up her back and under the thick velvet curtain pushing it forward. It revealed a homemade blue dress bunched up around her breasts. She had her eyes closed and was making slow circles with her hips, clearly enjoying herself. She had dishwater blond hair, caught up in a bun, high cheekbones, Thick cupid bow lips, now forming an O. Straight white teeth. Classic beauty. Judging by the speeding up of her gyrations and the small gasps she was making, she was beginning to come close to fulfillment. One hazel eye opened and looked at me. She pulled the curtain over her head and said matter of factually, “You’re not supposed to move that”. I noticed that she had only slightly slowed down her grinding on my pelvis. She reached back and slowly began to stroke my balls. I knew she was smiling at me. * * * * * * * * * * Rebecca tensed a when she felt the weight join her on the platform. Then warm hands began to caress her. She relaxed to it. Jumping a little at some of the places he touched. He was taking his time, she liked that. Rebecca felt less like a Mare. She felt him working the kinks out of her legs. When he reached under her she wanted so desperately to feel his hands on her breasts, to cup them and caress them with as much care as he was giving her lower half. “You’re beautiful” He said. This gave her a start. There wasn’t supposed to be any communication between the stud and herself. What do you say to a man who tells you that you are beautiful when he can’t see your face? “Thank you” She whispered back. Then, what the hell she told him to hurry. Her legs were getting tired. She heard a laugh then felt him probe her gently peeling her lips apart, they were sticky and she felt them coated with her cream. She expected him to take her roughly. Especially after all she’d heard next door. Like a bull in rut. Rebecca was surprised to find that she wanted this man; she wanted his member inside of her, to feel like a woman again. She felt the head, bigger than she remembered; slide along until it found her hole, then a little pain as forgotten muscles stretched to take him in. He went deliberately, filling her completely, she felt him part every fold inside of her then come to rest in a snug fit. She involuntarily began moving her hips and he joined her, matching her rhythm. Her outer lips began to rub on her clitoris as the weight of his balls rested on it too. MMMMMMMM she thought to her self this felt so nice. She kept up the slow grinding. Speeding up a little then slowing down. Enjoying the fullness inside of her. Eyes closed, savoring this moment. Little gasps and cries escaped as she began to work herself up to the warm wet feeling she knew would begin in her belly. She opened an eye, and saw him looking down at her. He had a strong face, square jaw. She decided it was a good face. She had seen the picture before she made her decision but this was the man. She pulled the curtain back over her head. She didn’t know what the penalty was for not doing it but why push it. Rebecca reached back and stroked his balls, chuckling to herself when he jumped. She felt him pull her up toward him and pull the dress over her head. Her breasts fell into place and his hands cupped them. The brown nipples hard. He softly rolled them between his fingers until they were standing out trying to rip themselves from her body. The aureoles were large and round. He kissed her neck. GOD! She was going to cum. And with the thought came the action, her stomach clenched and fire explodes from her loins, she gasped as the air was pulled from her lungs in little gasps, the room swam in front of her as she contracted and spasmed against him. He lay her down on the platform, then withdrew his staff from her soaked cave, she felt the trail of warm fluid drip from her thighs and pour from her. He nuzzled her under her ear. Rolling her to her back he said in a husky voice. “I want to look into your eyes,” And kissed her. Rebecca kissed back and soon passion ignited her again, Tongues danced in ecstasy in each other’s mouth. He moved to the hollow of her neck, whispering in her ears. He took one firm tit into her mouth. He lathed it first with his tongue. Raising goose bumps on her. sucking it deep into his mouth. YEEESSSS she moaned her head lolling back, whispering into his ear. “Suck my tits”, Rebecca spread her legs to take him inside of her again. He obliged her by entering her. Filling her again. She locked her ankles over his hips. Pulling him deeper into her. She enjoyed the dual sensations at her breast and her mound. He humped at her, she humped and rolled her hips back into him. She knew she would have bruises from the floor in the morning. Suddenly he was biting at her shoulders and neck, and with a loud cry and strangled grunt she felt her canal fill with his sperm. She felt herself come too. Stronger than the first one. She felt the twinges in her pussy. She raked his back and clutched him tight when passions had subsided, his face swam into focus .He was looking deep into her eyes. He kissed her lightly on the cheek. His stiff cock pulled out of her as he rolled off. It was shiny in the lamplight from their mixture. Rebecca lay on her back. Left hand running through his chest hair and they gently stroked each other. Rebecca intertwined his hand in hers and kissed it. “ Thank you,” she said again, not sure why. “You’re welcome,” he said, kissing the fingers on her other hand. Somehow she knew this was not going to be the last time for this. She would make sure of that. Even if she had to leave with him. Leave all her life behind to follow him. The Breeders Tahari walked down the steep rocky slope in long graceful strides. She peered around her cautiously as she made her way down, and barely noticed the bright sun warm her tanned skin. The bare gusts of wind blowing off the Kharadan Mountains did little to cool her from the strenuous decent, and sweat glistened on her hard body. This too she took little notice of; Tahari was used to the life and little had been easy for her since her birth 18 years ago. She was a daharijm, an outcast from the breeding harems most women were enslaved into and bred for since their birth, but Tahari had escaped with the help of a nurse when she was but a baby. Eighteen years ago Tahari was to be the prize of her clan, a miracle of genetic alteration and selective breeding. Her form and function were the product of centuries of testing and research bent on one goal; to make her the perfect breeding tool for the armies of the planet Earth. In a desperate attempt to produce more soldiers the world’s scientists turned to genetics to produce women capable and willing of bearing a new race of Humans. This new breed would be endowed with strength and speed never imagined before in the Human race. They would be a breed to turn the tide in the war against the invaders that had been raging across the solar system for 200 years. A war the Humans were slowly losing. Tahari slowed as she reached the densely wooded floor of the valley, and bent to drink from a small stream she had been following down from the mountains. Her reflection stared back at her from the small pool at the waters edge. “This is what they have made me” she thought. Her reflection was inhumanly beautiful. Her face was deep tan as was the rest of her body. Her eyes were the color of cold sapphire and her full lips a deep crimson that never required a touch of lipstick. Her cheeks were set high on her face accenting her delicate features. Dark blonde hair cut short in a sheer bob surrounded her face and gleamed with a beauty no Human woman could ever match. Her body was simply amazing. Standing nearly six feet tall she was strong and supple she could run down a deer in the woods and had matched her strength with wild bears in the mountains. Her sleek body was clad only in a benoi; a tight form fitting material that had grown with her as she aged from a child. It was actually an organism in itself which lived off of her own body’s sweat and dead skin cells. It would live as long as she and its dark black color would never fade. Any tears in the fabric would automatically mend to leave it as new looking now as it had eighteen years ago. The benoi was crafted for breeding, so only a dark cape hung from her shoulders for protection from the elements. The sleek material clasped in a circle at her throat and covered her shoulders and arms to the elbow and moved in graceful curves down the back of her hands. The material stretched across her full breasts in five bands ending in a circle around her exposed nipples. Her breasts were disproportionate to her body and larger than any mere Human could have supported; making even the living material of the benoi seem to stretch beyond its capacity to encompass them. Though large, E cup in Human clothing, they did not droop and were as firm and supple as any young human’s B cup breasts. Past her breasts the benoi traveled, leaving bare her hard stomach and surrounded her legs in delicate patterns moving down her firm thighs to enclose her feet. Her sex was left bare to allow for the true purpose of the harijm, which was breeding. Tahari put her hand between her legs, as she squatted by the waters side, and felt her full lips. A low moan escaped her mouth as her hand brushed between her legs, and her engorged clitoris spasmed as she touched it. She brought her hand back to her face and examined the two wet fingers. “Those bastards have done this to me” she thought. For the past two nights she had been wet constantly. Her fluid flowed down her legs in rivulets as she walked, and even now was slowly dripping on the bare ground below her. Along with this sudden change was a need that had been building in her for the past two days. It was the need for which she had been born, a need she had avoided for the last twelve years. It was the need to breed, she was in heat. It was what had brought her out of the mountains. Even now she could barely control herself. It was a constant effort to concentrate on the present, and not revert back to the dreams that plagued her of men, and to ignore the constant pulse of her clitoris. She needed a man now and she knew it; she had reached breeding age. Tahari slowly pulled herself back from her reverie and stood up. She was close now to the outskirts of the clan and there would be scouts patrolling the boundary. She began moving again towards her destination. She knew there was a patrol station near. After another 100 yards she stopped as still as a tigress with the scent of prey. In essence she was. Members of the harijm could sense the pheromones of other breeding males from a short distance. Tahari was in luck it was a male patrolman much farther into the mountains than she thought she would find. Slowly she crept through the woods. Years in the mountains hunting for her own food had made her as silent as a cat as she tracked her prey. She neared a small clearing in the woods and stooped behind a tree to size up her adversary. A Mamluke stood in the clearing. They were the male breeders; genetically altered like women to produce offspring. They had incredible endurance and strength to match the breeding females. He stood 6’5” tall and was massively built. He wore a benoi that rippled and bulged over his bronzed chest, and flowed around his arms in dizzying patterns to match and complement the female benoi. Tahari took all this in subconsciously and even made the mental note that this man was far stronger than she, but all her attention was focused on the member between his legs. Hanging limp the mans penis hung 8 inches between his legs, and his shaft was 2 inches wide which enlarged to 3 at the head. The man’s testicles hung low, and swung like massive pendulums as he moved. They were the size of grapefruits and thus were supported by circles of the benoi that hung between his legs. Tahari felt the juices between her legs begin to pump furiously. Trickles ran from her cunt and her ass both altered genetically to provide pleasure from a man. She knew that she was lost, at the moment she could think of nothing else but the need for that man to be inside of her. The Mamluke had been slowly moving in circles stiffing the air. Tahari realized that her sense of smell was keenly better than his. She had sensed him from over 300 yards and he was having trouble from a mere 50. “Not that it matters” she thought. She was panting now and sweat glistened on her skin in a bright sheen in the sunlight. Her cunt made a soft sucking noise as it slowly convulsed in time with the tremors that ran through her body. Her clit was fully engorged now and stood a full inch from her cunt as large around as a quarter. Her nipples stood deliciously erect and as hard as diamonds. Pleasure emanated from each in waves as the skin pulled ever tighter where they stood an inch from each of her massive breasts. Tahari slowly stood up. The man had finally scented her and was moving in her general direction. She moved languidly from her concealment and strode into the sunlit glen. The man’s reaction was immediate as he caught sight of her. He grunted and stumbled as he stopped to stare at her with his mouth hanging open. His member convulsed once where he stood and a thin stream of pre-cum began dripping from it. As if in a daze he stood there with his mouth open with his fat member sticking out leering at her half hard and dripping cum in short spurts. Tahari had never been with a man before but she knew that this one was hers. Leisurely she laid down into the soft grass and stared at him as she slowly opened her legs. Her cunt now lay completely open and the juices coating her bare ass and body let loose the full torrent of her pheromones on him. The effect was staggering. The man dropped to his knees with a strangled gasp as his half hard member sprayed thick gouts of cum a full 3 feet in front of him. He went to his hands and knees in front of Tahari panting and clutching the ground in front of him. After a full minute the man’s breath slowed and Tahari stared in to his eyes as she said “you may eat me now”. Crawling on his hands and knees he rushed to her. He assaulted her bare nipples with a ravenous insatiable appetite. He worked circles around them and took them into his mouth sending waves of acute pleasure through Tahari’s body. She felt dwarfed by his powerful body looming over her, and breathlessly moaned “eat me now”! His head moved between her legs and she thought the pleasure may kill her. His tongue was amazing. It stuck a full 3 inches from his mouth and was lean and supple. He lapped at her cunt feverishly; moving up and down he licked the juices from her lips and moved his tongue inside her pussy to her G-spot and tore at it with abandon. Tahari’s body moved felinely on the ground as moans were tore from her throat in ragged gasps. His tongue was like a finely tuned instrument working her dripping cunt with utter precision as his hands began messaging her keenly sensitive nipples. She had never imagined the pleasure that tore at her body; it was a white hot light enveloping her as she felt the orgasm building in her with every movement of his tongue. Her clitoris was engorged to the point of bursting and milky white fluid pumped from it in thick streams coating his face. When he pulled his tongue from her cunt and clamped his mouth over her clit Tahari screamed. The orgasm exploded inside her body in a torrent and her legs clamped around his head in a vice. She had no control as her body convulsed with each wave of pleasure. Each movement of his mouth on her clit brought her to a new level as she tore at the ground with her hands and a long scream left her throat. Tahari must have blacked out because when she awoke the man was standing over her. The ground below her pussy was a small puddle of her juices and farther down was another where the man must have ejaculated again. “How much cum does this man have,” she thought. She slowly got to her knees in front of him and knew that she had to find out. Pulling him closer she grasped his still semi-hard dick. Seeing it this close was amazing. She couldn’t even fit her hand around it! Starting at the base she slowly licked its entire length and stopping at his mammoth head put it in her mouth. She started sucking him slowly as his massive cock enlarged in her mouth. It was an astounding 15 inches long now as it has swelled to its full length. She couldn’t believe she could fit it in her mouth. A full 4 inches wide at the head and she was taking it, but Tahari’s only thought was that she needed more. Slowly with each bob of her head she began taking more. She worshiped his massive hard-on, and was enthralled by its strength and power. She felt the head touching the back of her throat and knew she needed more, she need all of it. She pushed it slowly past her throat and down. All 15 inches of it filled her painfully and deliciously. The man was groaning and he hunched over as his eyes closed and he slowly mechanically fucked her deep throat. Everything bred into Tahari came to light in her mind. She fucked his hard member with her mouth as voraciously as he had taken her. She alternated between working his head and taking all of him down her throat. She moved faster and faster needing him; her cunt was flooded now and every part of her was rushing to the release. She felt him close as sweat beaded along her body. As she continued working his head with her mouth and she grasp his mammoth balls with her hands. A low moan came from him as she kneaded his balls and worked his rock hard member. Pre-cum began to drain into her mouth. The taste was amazing it let loose another torrent of juice from her cunt as a spasm rippled her body. She ground her engorged clit on her heal as she squatted in front of him rocking back and forth on it as she fucked his dick with her mouth. She had to have his cum; she was pumping him for it with wild abandon as spurts of pre cum drained into her mouth and sent waves of pleasure through her body. His legs were shaking and his hips were fucking her mouth with deep strokes. His moan was gaining and suddenly he groaned as his orgasm hit him sending thick loads of cum into her mouth. His whole body convulsed as stream after stream of sperm was shot into her. Tahari’s body was convulsing as well as her own orgasm hit her full force with the first load of cum. Blinded with her orgasm her only thought was to keep swallowing his sweet delicious load. Each shot sent a new wave of pleasure through her already racked body, and she could feel her stomach filling with his never ending spout of seed. Finally his body convulsed one last time and sent the largest load down her throat completely filling up her stomach and sending her sprawling to the grass as the pleasure assaulted her in waves. She lay in the grass for long minutes with her knees against her throbbing nipples as the pleasure coursed through her. At long last her vision cleared enough to see again, and she uncurled and got up on shaky legs. Her breasts were coated with thick cum where his massive load had dribbled out of her mouth. She immediately licked herself clean savoring the sweet taste and the small waves of pleasure it brought to her. On the ground before her lay the man. His eyes were closed and his member lay semi-hard against his stomach. Thick cum still dribbled from his cock onto his stomach as he panted for breath. Tahari’s eyes locked on the cum and she immediately went to lick the remainder from his stomach. She took his member into her mouth again to suck out what cum remained. As she sucked amazingly it grew hard again! The man began to moan as she sucked harder and faster to bring him back to full size. Once he was rock hard again Tahari wanted more. She stood over him and slowly lowered herself onto his pulsing cock taking care to position her dripping cunt over his engorged member. Once she had the position right she slammed herself down on his cock. Tahari’s virgin hole expanded to its limit to contain his massive bulk; sending shear pleasure and pain writhing through her body. She panted and moaned as she let the feeling wash over her. The man who had been almost comatose until now began grinding into her as she slowly began to move up and down on his shaft. The feeling was unbelievable; his cock completely filled her wet cunt. She felt stretched beyond capacity as she moved her virgin cunt onto his enormous member taking more and more until all 15 inches lay buried inside her. As she began to fuck him in earnest she reached down and started messaging her engorged clit; sending new waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Moving up and down she slammed her wet hole onto his cock fucking him as hard and fast as she could. She couldn’t describe the feeling as she squatted over him humping like the bitch in heat she was. Her breasts were bouncing wildly against her chest and each jolt brought tingling pleasure from her hard nipples. “Yeah you like my wet pussy you slave!” she screamed, “You like this bitch humping your big cock?!” Give me your seed you trash!” I want you to fill me up with your hot cum until it flows out of my cunt!” “Its mine and I’m going to take every drop from you!” Suddenly he pulled her to him crushing her breasts against his face as he began to fuck her for all he was worth. The pleasure washed in torrents over her as he moved like a piston into her sopping wet hole. He fucked her for what seemed like hours this way never tiring and never slowing. She was crushed to his hard body and felt powerless as he reamed her dripping holes. Her breath came in ragged gasps now as she moaned against his chest. The pleasure seemed to be too great for her; each minute she rose to a new level of bliss. Her cunt was spasming on his cock sending gouts of fluid flowing down his member and every touch of her clit sent waves of ecstasy through her body. After what seemed an eternity he rolled her onto her back and again mounted her. His stamina was incredible. Tahari pulled her legs back to give him full exposure to her hungry cunt as he again began slamming his cock into her. He reached down and began fondling her massive breasts, and squeezed her stiff nipples as he rode her. Tahari felt like she was riding one massive orgasm and found herself moaning “fuck this little slut! Do you hear me? Ride me like the bitch I am!” She had no control anymore and every time she though she could take no more another rippled orgasm broke over her sending her to new heights. The man began moaning and his breath came in short gasps as he continued to hammer her drenched cunt. His eyes were closed and tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. His moans became louder and louder until he suddenly convulsed violently and he screamed. Hot cum splashed brutally into Tahari’s hole and she could feel the heat building inside of her with each new load sent into her waiting cunt. No ejaculation she had witnessed before could compare to this. It was as if the man body knew this was its purpose and he was now emptying every drop of his massive balls into Tahari’s cunt and ass. She was completely full of his cum and every new spurt seemed to burn its way farther into her being. She was floating on waves of ecstasy; blinding colors floated before her eyes and she had been screaming for what seem like an age. As the man continued pumping his seed into her Tahari noticed her breasts seemed to be getting heaver. Looking down she realized they were actually growing. Strands began to snap on her benoi as they slowly swelled before her eyes, growing to an immense size. White milk began flowing from her nipples as her breasts continued to expand. She was now at least a G cup and her tits lay bare on her chest as they had completely torn out of her benoi. Milk ran in torrents from her throbbing nipples now standing almost 2 inches from her bare breasts. With each pulse of milk new pleasure ran through her body igniting a fire in her pussy. She needed to be fucked. The man was still slowly pumping into her and seemed almost spent but it wasn’t enough for Tahari. She violently pushed him onto his back and again mounted his still hard cock. The man seemed dazed and barely conscious but Tahari began riding him with an insatiable need. She slammed herself onto his mammoth cock making her enormous tits bounce lewdly spraying milk over herself and the man. She began furiously rubbing her clit and playing with her nipples as she rode him taking herself closer and closer to orgasm. Cum flowed in rivulets from her filled holes soaking the man and making sucking noises as she rode him faster and faster. The man lay mumbling incoherently and drooling as she viciously pounded her cunt onto his shaft. Suddenly as she thought she could take no more her orgasm took her; throwing her head back she gasped as pleasure flooded her body. Torrents of juice mixed with cum flowed from her as her pussy spasmed and her clit spurted fluid as it ejaculated. Milk streamed from her tits as every muscle in her body tightened and released involuntarily. Dimly she heard the man grunt suddenly and tighten. Warm seed began filling her cunt again as somehow the man found another reserve. She rode him faster and faster as her orgasm built to new levels with every torrent of seed that exploded into her cunt. She couldn’t stop. Her breath came in ragged gasps and her drenched hole made sucking noises around his colossal member, and her body shook uncontrollably. The Breeders "You might want to stay down below!" Micah yelled out to the others as they held onto the railing as the rain and gale-force winds hammered the large boat. They had the unfortunate luck of catching the edge of a simmering hurricane, and Micah's boat was not built to withstand this much force. The waves, pleasantly lapping at the bow only yesterday, now rammed the entire boat, drenching Micah as he held the wheel tightly, hoping that he could get the boat far enough from the hurricane's edge before the boat was ripped to pieces and the passengers with it. Micah was a freelance tour guide, delighted in recounting tales of pirates and Spanish fleets raided and sunk in these waters hundreds of years ago. He'd been fascinated with pirates as a child, and had spent years researching the lives and times of them. He came across a dusty old map locked in an old, wooden trunk bearing the seal of a major trading company that would have been in business around then. The map showed the coast on one side, frequent shipping routes of the trade ships, and known or suspected locations of pirates that lay in wait for the trade ships. Only five years later, he opened his own touring enterprise using a trust left to him by an uncle on his father's side, and for four years he had taken wealthy vacationers out on the ocean for a day of tales of history. He was only twenty-nine, with dark hair and deeply tanned skin, his Spanish heritage. His body was thickly muscles from years on the water and the harbor, moving crates or helping to sail boats. Presently, the muscles in his arms bulged as he gripped the wheel tight against an oncoming wave that towered over the boat by about twelve feet. He repeated his warning to the seven passengers, who, amazingly heeded his advice and fled below. These people, whose miniscule knowledge of pirates came from theaters and not the history books, came to him, looking for adventure and excitement. Well, he thought to himself, they have gotten what they have asked for. He heard the crack of tortured wood and winced, knowing what that sound meant. He peered into the dark horizon for anyplace that might give them some safety from the hurricane, and spotted a small island off the port bow. He raised a pair of binoculars to his face and looked again. The island was definitely there, and he might just be able to get him and his passengers there alive. He steered his boat in the direction of the island and fought the waves that now hit from the side, tossing the boat. One of the passengers poked his head up and shouted, "There's water leaking in from the side! The hull's got a large crack in it!" Micah rolled his eyes, "Well then plug it up with something!" The man disappeared back below, and Micah muttered a few curses in his native language. He should've spent the extra money on a better boat, a stronger boat. Instead he bought this wreck and affectionately named it The Infernal. He now regretted having not spent that extra money. Another crack of wood breaking under the tremendous force of the hurricane, and screams below of the passengers' despair, Micah again cursed. His boat was slowing down. He looked out at the island, which had gotten closer. Another ten minutes of this, and he would reach the island, but he feared that the boat would not hold together that long. He grit his teeth and opened the throttle to full, the engine screaming in protest. Another head popped up, "The water's coming in too fast! We can't keep it plugged up, and it's coming in from two different places now!" Micah whirled around, "We're coming up on an island! I'm going to get us there, but you've got to try and keep that water out or we won't make it!" The head nodded, and Micah turned again to battle the ferocious waves. Only about three more minutes separated him from the island, and he was beginning to gain hope when the engine coughed and sputtered. It roared another minute before sputtering again, and then it stalled. As close as they were to the island, Micah could easily swim it, but he doubted that his passengers would be able to do the same. Well, maybe three of them, all women, but the four men looked pudgy at best. He wouldn't leave his ship if there were passengers left, so he used the waves that crashed on the small beach to bring him closer. Suddenly, the bottom of the boat scraped on something, probably reef or maybe the edge of the island. It dragged on the obstruction briefly before the next wave lifted them over it and crashed them down heavily onto more of the obstruction. As big as the waves were now, they only rocked the boat back and forth on the obstruction; they were stuck. Micah let go of the wheel, flexing his fingers to ease the stiffness in them from holding the wheel so tightly. He went down the stairs below and was dismayed by the amount of water that had collected below. It had to be higher than knee-deep. His seven unhappy passengers were soaked and disheveled. One of the men, a wealthy looking individual who appeared to be almost fifty pounds overweight, shouted, "I'll have your little business bankrupt in less than a day for this! You incompetent swine, we're going to die because of you!" The outraged man rushed forward to push Micah, and Micah easily caught the man's arm, twisting him around roughly and shoving him away. "Shut the fuck up!" Micah roared. To the others, he explained, "We're within swimming distance to the island. All of you, get on some lifejackets, and we'll be off." One of the three women, a classy-looking specimen with red, shoulder-length hair and a fine physique, asked, "What about your boat?" Micah shook his head, "We're grounded on something, and the boat isn't going anywhere. Once we get to the island, we'll wait out the hurricane, and then I'll swim back out here and try to contact help. Let's go." The man who'd tried to rush him scowled fiercely, "I'm not going anywhere with you!" Micah frowned back, fiercer, considering his fitness compared to the other man, "And you won't be staying alone on my boat either. If we survive this, you'll get your refund, but until then, you'll do as you're told or you won't survive at all." After making sure that they all wore lifejackets, he waited until all the passengers were off the boat and swimming to the island before he left the boat. Splashing into the water, he dove down a couple of feet to see what his ship was stuck on. It appeared to be a reef, but it had a weird shape to it. It almost looked like a...a ship. He would have to come back after the hurricane and take a closer look. For now, he needed to make sure his passengers reached land alive...even the pompous, arrogant bastard who had tried to rush him. Wind and rain lashed at the beach and the bedraggled passengers standing on it. Micah pulled himself, breathing hard, but otherwise just fine, up the beach to a small line of trees that whipped back and forth in the wind. He looked around for a minute, peering into the darkness of the trees, and shook his head. "What is it?" the red-haired woman asked, alarmed. "The wood here will be too wet to burn," Micah said grimly, "We'll have no heat tonight." Micah sat down and watched his ship rock in the turbulent water, stuck on the strange reef that resembled a ship. The others sat down next to him, except for the irate man, who stalked off twenty feet to sit by himself. "That bastard is the reason I'm stuck here on this god damned island to die," the man muttered to himself, shooting a murderous glare at the so-called captain, that Micah did not see. The bulk of the hurricane moved on during the night, headed in the general direction of the coast, the small harbor town of Portsmouth, where Micah's berth and business was located. The morning was still kept dark by heavy clouds that appeared to be the tail-end of the hurricane, but the winds, much lighter, did not create the huge waves that they'd experienced the night before. Likewise, the rain, though still heavy, did not whip at them as it had during the night. Micah had used his knife, which was sheathed on his hip, to cut down branches of the trees to create a makeshift shelter for them, though the irate man chose to sit in the rain rather than under the shelter. The other six and Micah sat close together, sharing the body heat that they generated. The red-haired woman sat next to him, and her heat was more than welcome to Micah. He'd always been partial to redheads. Once the sky began to clear up, Micah made the swim back out to the boat and attempted to contact Portsmouth, only to receive no answer. The harbor town was probably battened down to weather the hurricane. Next, he decided to check out the strange reef under the water. As he reached the top of the reef, it looked even more like a ship. He unsheathed his knife and stabbed into a section of the reef. Then a second and third time...the fourth stab punched a hole in the reef. Micah widened the hole to admit him, returned to the surface for air, and then went down into the hole and marveled. It was a ship, quite an old one. In fact, judging from the collection of the old furniture, and several chests of everything from jewelry to china, it appeared that this could be one of the trade ships, perhaps chased here and sunk by pirates, or, since the shipment was still present, maybe a storm or hurricane had sunk it. Micah left everything where it was and returned again to the surface. He tried one more time to contact Portsmouth without success, and swam back to shore. One of the men, the one married to the brunette woman, asked if he'd had any luck. "No," Micah shook his head, "Portsmouth is probably dealing with the hurricane. I'll try again later. For now, we should probably find food." Minus the irate man, who wanted to have nothing to do with Micah, the rest of the group went with Micah into the trees. Nobody noticed the several pairs of eyes that were watching from various places in the trees. "Stupid bastard," grumbled Alistair Molson as he paced along the side of the line of trees, "When I get out of here, I'm gonna sue him for all he's worth, make sure he never touches anything but a deep fryer at a fast food joint for the rest of his life!" He looked around, his anger simmering, his hands clenching and unclenching as he paced. A man at the office, Theodore, had convinced him that Micah Millburn's pirate tour had been an awesome experience, and that he should try it. "It's fantastic!" Theodore had told him, "The guy who runs it, Micah Millburn, knows more about pirates and crap like that than anybody I know, some professors as well." Now, here he was, stuck on some fucking island with a bunch of incompetent numb cunts that were still taking orders from the guy who had gotten them stuck here. " Fucking sheep!" He stopped suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck raised. He was being watched. He whirled around, peering into the line of trees, looking for bloodthirsty savages with spears and blowguns like the ones in the movies he watched. "Come out where I can see you!" Alistair shouted, trying his best to sound unafraid, though his heart had started pounding dangerously hard. He received no answer, but he did get a glimpse of something covered in leaves...and a straw-like object protruding from its mouth, and recognized the object for a blowgun half a second before he felt the prick of a needle in his neck. He was on the ground before he could run, lying on his stomach with his face in the sand. He cursed Micah one more time before losing consciousness. Having found plenty of edible berries, roots, and such, Micah and the others left the trees to examine their possible food before splitting it between the group, even leaving some aside for the irate bastard who refused to help in any way. Then he realized that the man was missing. "Probably off somewhere being an asshole," one of the men, Rick Natsworth, an office clerk, snickered. Micah nodded and tried a few of the berries. It tasted just the slightest bit sour, but otherwise it was pretty good. The others ate their meager meals without enthusiasm, and Micah could sympathize. Just yesterday, only an hour before the hurricane had changed direction just enough to reach them, they had dined on specially prepared meals, chosen from a menu three days before their tour, and here they were, having to settle for berries and roots. It had been an hour since they'd returned from their food hunt, and the irate man hadn't yet returned. Micah was starting to wonder what had happened to him. Then he heard a shriek from behind him, and he spun around, thinking that maybe the guy had flipped and begun attacking the other passengers. He saw one of the women standing their, her eyes wide, her hand on her neck. She plucked something from her neck only a second before collapsing to the ground. He reached her just as the other passengers yelped and collapsed as well. He felt something fly past him, and he took the object from the woman's hand, recognizing it as a blowgun dart, primitively made. Then something stuck him in the shoulder, and he was out within a few seconds. Vague images played in his head, a view of the ground for a few seconds, pairs of bare feet on either side of him, dragging him. Dark brown eyes under cleverly concealing disguises stared menacingly at him. He lost consciousness again. "Micah," somebody whispered in his ear, and he recognized the voice as that of the red-haired woman, Millie, but he couldn't be troubled with anything right now. He was floating, much as he had once when smoking his first joint, and he wanted to keep his high. But the woman continued to shake him, whispering his name, and gradually he began to remember that they had been on the beach, and he'd heard a shriek. The darts had gone flying, and down they'd all gone. He struggled to get his eyes open, and saw the woman's face above his. "Thank God," she exhaled, relieved, "You're alive." Micah looked around at the tall trees around him, and then at her again, "Where are we?" Millie shrugged, "I don't know, but we're in some cage. The others are here, too, except for what's his name, but they're still out cold." Micah got himself into a sitting position, with Millie's help. He looked around and saw five sleeping forms around them, and a hand-made bamboo cage. Fires raged around them, and figures around a fire about five hundred yards away in the darkness. Millie shook her head in disbelief, "It's like some old jungle movie. Who are these people?" "I don't know. We've got to wake the others." Together, they roused the others, and spoke in whispers. "We need to try and get out of here," Micah looked around at the cage. He reached for the knife he had on his belt, but it had been taken. "Anyone have a pocket knife?" They all checked their pockets, but none of them had anything. Micah checked the ropes binding the bamboo together, and they were coarse, probably made from the vines in the trees, but well made, very tough. He saw something move outside the cage, and he recognized the shape under the disguise of leaves and brush. The figure stood and flicked back the hood covering its head. Long, tangled hair flowed in a gentle breeze, and azure eyes glared at him from behind a long spear. Micah gasped, "It's a woman." Millie stepped up next to him and goggled at the woman with the spear. The wild-looking woman jabbed threateningly with the spear, the blade at the end clacking at the bamboo bars of the cage, leaving a nick with each jab. Then she retreated towards the other figures dancing around the fire. The dancing stopped and the figures rushed toward the cage, where eleven pairs of eyes glared at the captives. One of them stepped forward, a taller figure covered with a mixture of leaves, brush, and vines. She threw back her hood, and the others stepped back in deference. Micah assumed this woman, with her dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and feminine, yet fierce, face, was the leader of the (tribe?) group. It was her that Micah attempted to speak to. "Excuse me, miss, but why are we here?" The group fell back, frightened, except for the blonde woman, who glared back at Micah. The woman bared her teeth at him for a second, and then spoke in heavily accented English, "How dare you speak to me! You will bow before your queen at once!" Micah was astonished. First, they are revealed to be not savage tribesman, but white women, and then they speak English! "Queen of what country?" he asked. The blonde waved her hand, indicating all around them, and answered severely, "Of this island, you swine! Why have you tried to invade this island?" Micah was confused, "Invade? We are stuck here after our boat was caught in the hurricane." Contessa stared at this man, one of the first men she'd seen in awhile. He was a fine specimen, fabulously muscled. He was much unlike the man they had caught alone. That man was rude, unbearable. She considered what this man had said, and nodded, "I see. Well, now that you know of this place, we cannot allow you to leave. We must remain undiscovered." The man shook his head, "I don't even know where we are. If you will allow us to repair my boat and leave, we'll never tell anyone of this place." Contessa laughed dryly, "Somehow, I do not believe your words. You are lucky that you are not already dead. We do not allow this many men on my island." "Men?" Micah repeated, "What's wrong with having men on the island?" "Men are the reason that we are on this island in the first place! Their wars made it imperative for us to escape on a trade ship, the men who sailed the trade ship were lecherous, intolerable scoundrels that considered us to be their property to rape and abuse. Their fallible directions made it inevitable that we came to this island, and their bickering killed them. From then on, our ancestors only kept a few men at any one time, always separated, for breeding purposes only. When their usefulness came to an end, they were killed. The sons birthed grew to become breeders, and in time, they too are killed." Micah had read stories along this line, and had seen a show or two about this, but he'd never before believed that he would come across anything like this. "So you are going to kill us, then?" The blonde woman shook her head, amused, "Not if you are of any use to us. You are to become breeders, and just as before, when you become useless, you too will die as those before you." From behind him, the three remaining men protested vehemently, and Micah shushed them. "And if they don't want to become your breeders?" The blonde woman said with a bitter smile, "Oh, we have ways of getting what we want from those who aren't willing. Shall I assume that these methods will become necessary?" Micah ignored her question, asking another, "And what of the women here with us?" "Depending on them, they will either become slaves or breeders for us. The choice is theirs." Micah turned his head to the others in the cage, "If we try to run, they'll probably kill us all." Rick scoffed, "Killed by women?" Millie scowled, "Don't be so quick to stereotype! After all, look where we are. These women are probably like Amazons, or something like that." Micah agreed, "Yeah, Millie's right. If we put up a struggle, we're likely to end up dead. If we go along with it, we might just get a chance to escape. Besides, we're just about out of other options." The man turned back to Contessa and nodded, "Okay, if this is what we have to do, then we will. All I ask is that these women in here not be harmed." Contessa laughed, "You are in no position to bargain with me." The man smiled grimly, "Maybe not, but if my wishes aren't met, it may be a very long time before any other men come upon this island." The Breeders Contessa considered this for a moment. The beast did have a point. It had been almost a decade since their last breeder was killed. Contessa was only nine on that day, her mother almost forty. Her mother died only fifteen years later from a snake-bite, and Contessa was made queen at only twenty-four years of age, the youngest queen to rule this island in more than seventy years. She conceded, "Fine, your women will not be harmed unless they harm one of ours. This is the best I can do for you. Do we have a bargain?" Micah turned to the other three men, "Guys, I am truly sorry to have gotten us into this predicament, but here we are. I'm not making decisions for you. If you don't agree to this, then they'll force you to do their bidding. Then, because I haven't honored the bargain, they may just kill the women as a lesson." Rick sighed, "Well, I always wanted to be a ladies' man. I guess this is my chance. Besides, how bad could it be?" Seeing it Rick's way, the other two men, Steven and Kit shrugged. "I guess we don't have any choice, so okay," Kit muttered. Steven added, "Better to go along willingly then to be forced." Micah nodded and turned to the three women, "Ladies, this seems to be the only way to keep you three alive. Can you promise me that, whatever happens, you won't do anything to cause them to hurt or kill you? If you get hurt or killed, your blood will be on my hands as well, for getting us all in this situation. I don't want to have to explain to the creator why I allowed you all to die." The women nodded. Millie spoke solemnly, "Micah, you don't have to do this. Maybe we can take them if we work together." "With our bare hands? No, their darts can fly faster than we can run. Until the opportunity presents itself, we'll all do what they say. Unless we can all escape, nobody lifts a finger against them. Got it?" The others nodded, and Micah turned again to the blonde woman, "We are at your service." The blonde woman ordered them to be released from the cage one by one, only to be tethered and bound as they exited. The others were led away into a small village and into elaborate huts. Micah followed behind the blonde woman, the rope in her hand as she led him to a larger hut, decorated on the outside by tusks that looked to have come from boars. She pulled him inside and he looked around in wonder. Many of the same crates that he had seen during the day when he'd dove and entered the wreck of the trade ship were used to decorate the inside of this hut, and several of the items in the crates were being used, such as the fine china. "The trade ship I saw today," Micah barely spoke above a whisper, "That was the ship that brought you here." "You found it? Yes, it sank ages ago, and now it houses fish and coral. Curses to it, and the men who sailed it! The only good thing that ever came of it and them was what I rule now. A life of simplicity is what we strive for. Our petty squabbles are dealt with easily. There are no battles, no complications other than, of course, the occasional visitor or two. Breeding is normally our biggest problem. We have much to make up for. As you may have noticed, our numbers are fewer. At one time, there were over a hundred of us, but for a decade, we've had no breeders." Micah listened to the blonde woman, who spoke eloquently for having spent her entire life on this island. He imagined that her ancestors, all the way back since the trade ship had first come here, had done well to teach their daughters if they all spoke as this woman did. The woman yanked lightly on his tether, "Come this way." He followed her into a room, where two younger girls waited. To the girls, the woman ordered, "Bring a tub of water. He is to be washed immediately." The girls bowed and complied, rushing from the room. She motioned to a small stool, indicating that he sit on it. He did so, and she told him to undress. He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, and she examined his chest, shoulders, and back. "Impressive...you are able to breed, are you not?" Micah nodded, a bit embarrassed, "Last time I checked." "Excellent! Once you have been washed, we will see if this is true." Having gathered her meaning, he, for the first time, took a closer look at this blond woman. Her figure was a bit thin, but her breasts were full, her hips were curvy, and her legs were muscular. Despite her appearance of being dirty, upon closer scrutiny, it was the cloak she'd made from plant life that had given him the earlier impression. Under it, he could tell that she was quite clean. Of course, her hair was a bit tangled, but that was minor. As she watched him looking her up and down, she smiled a little, "It won't just be myself that puts you to work. Between you and the other three men, you will breed with all of the women who are of age. We must bear many children so that we may continue our existence on this island. It shouldn't be too difficult for you or the others. Men typically want to do that all the time anyway." The young girls brought a large tub, assisted by two others, and set it down. The extra girls left, and the two young girls stood guard with spears, watching Micah with interest. In the tub floated a sponge and several petals of a strange flower. "Finish undressing and I shall examine the rest of you," the woman insisted. Micah took his shoes off, stood up, and unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down with his underwear. He waited, and the blonde woman walked around him, examining him carefully, her fingers barely touching him. Each small contact sent a shiver through him, and he was getting aroused. Seeing the symptoms of his arousal, the woman smiled again, and trailed her fingers to his erection. She wrapped her fingers around it, marveling at its size. "Quite impressive!" she exclaimed, "It's quite large. Good, now sit in the water." The man sat down in the water, which was not very cold. When her servant girls came forward to wash him, Contessa waved them away angrily. She did not want them getting ideas. Contessa sat on the stool behind him and began washing him with the sponge, taking her time. She had never seen an actual penis before, just the implements that the older girls used to practice on themselves to get used to the feeling. All of the women on her island were forbidden to use the implements until their eighteenth birthday. The implements, being made to model after the actual thing, were smaller, because of the size of the last few men who had been there more than twenty years ago. Contessa was a bit frightened by the fact that this man's penis was easily larger and bigger around than their implements. She found herself wanting to touch it again. She made him stand in the large tub, and his erection, having not faded in the cool water, stood out proudly from his body, dripping water from it and the bush of pubic hair around the base. Micah watched as she reached out to touch it, actually hesitating a second before her fingers closed around it again. He watched her eyes on it, and couldn't help but notice that she was a bit nervous by the size. He resisted the urge to laugh, as that might offend her. Her fingers moved along his length for a few seconds. He waited while she continued to touch him, even brushing the fingers of her other hand through his bush, cupping his testicles, as though she had never before seen one. But she was supposed to be the queen of this island. How could she not have? When her grip on his shaft tightened, his knees became weak, and he groaned, which seemed to break her hypnotic trance. She straightened up, hurriedly washed him, and had her servants dry him off, whispering harshly to the servants. Contessa hissed to her servant girls, "If you so much as touch him the wrong way, I will have you flogged before the village. Dry him off, and send him to my bed, and do it quickly." The girls hurried to the man, dried him off, and led him to a large bed covered by very old and repeatedly mended, but clean sheets. After making him lie down, the servants left, and Contessa stood next to the bed. She undressed slowly, not being seductive, but because she was a bit frightened. She had only seen this being done, and had read of it, but here she was, about to experience it for the first time. The implements were one thing, but it was not the real thing. Nude, she ordered her servants to wait just outside the room, and to not even think of peeking. Micah waited on the bed as the servant girls, hiding smiles, left the room, and the woman got onto the bed, her nervousness apparent in her eyes and movements. Was this woman really as inexperienced as she appeared? He couldn't keep quiet. "May I ask your name? It wouldn't seem right if we're not introduced." The woman jumped a little at his voice before she could catch herself. Glaring at him for making her jump, she said crossly, "I am Contessa. Now cease your blathering." Resisting the urge to smile, he replied, "I'm Micah. And I know that this is your first time." Drawing back in shock, Contessa stammered, "You know no...how could you possibly know such a thing?" "This isn't my first go-round with a woman. It's okay. If you'll allow me, I can make it a bit easier for you." Still nervous, yet curious, she asked, "And how would you do that?" Sitting up, and then kneeling in front of her, he held his hand out. After a moment's hesitation, she took it, and he had her lie down on the bed. She complied, eyeing his warily, ready to jump up and yell for her servants if this was some sort of trickery. Micah, however, having committed himself to this, figured that if he was going to be a breeder, he was going to make each time good for both of them. He eased himself down and had her open her firm legs. Her pubic hair was a bit shaggy, but this was to be expected. He could try to speak to her about that some other time. He placed his hands on her thighs and stroked slowly, and then massaged her pubic area, letting his fingers drift occasionally on her outer lips. A bit irritated, Contessa snapped, "All of us know how to touch ourselves. Do you think we are that naïve?" Nodding, Micah placated, "I'm sure you do. Just be patient, and you'll understand." Moving up her body, he stroked her breasts, teasing her rose-colored nipples to hardness, causing her to gasp. He replaced his hand with his mouth, using his tongue to continue what he did with his fingers, capturing each nipple between his lips, and she arched her back in response. When he reached down and moved his fingers between her legs, he found her more than moist. He could smell her readiness, and he decided to see for himself. He bundled the blanket on the bed and lifted her hips to prop her up. He used his fingers to open her outer lips and reached out with his tongue to have a taste. She reacted as if hit with an electrical current, her hips leaving the bundled blanket and pressing against his mouth. Keeping the pressure as light as he could handle, he licked from down to up, almost lapping at her, barely grazing her clitoris. She sighed, and her hips moved as she humped against his mouth, almost begging for his tongue. With her juices practically flowing, the movement of her body, and her wordless cries, Micah could tell that she was nearing her climax. He focused his attention on her clitoris, flicking the bud lightly, and that was all it took. She froze, as if someone had paused her with a remote, her hips tensed, her round, firm butt completely off the bundled blanket, her fingers clutching the sheets, a look of utter surprise on her face, and her thighs pressed painfully against Micah's head. For almost six seconds, she stayed frozen like that, and just when Micah thought she might not breathe again, she exhaled forcefully with a cry, and her body relaxed, falling back onto the bed. Micah, having continued to flick the swollen bud while she had locked up, was almost overwhelmed by the continuous flow of her juices. Then, when her cried had stilled, and her hips stopped moving, he let go and sat up, waiting for her to calm. For more than five minutes, she lay there, gasping for breath, her body trembling in the aftershock of her orgasm. When she could breathe normally, she sat up, the expression on her face still that of surprise. "It was so intense!" was all she could manage. Micah smiled a little, "It's not quite over, yet." She pulled him down next to her, and rolled on top of him, straddling his hips, his erection only inches from her. He looked up at her as she hesitated, hoping she wouldn't just drop down onto it. Now that she was about to put it inside her, she grew scared. But as she looked down at him, she saw that he was patiently waiting for her. She calmed herself as best as she could, and eased herself down until the tip of his shaft pressed against her inner lips. Still a bit worried that she wouldn't be able to take his size, that he might possibly tear her, she slowly brought a bit of him into her, a little more, until the head was fully within her, and she was amazed that she could handle that much. Little by little his length entered her, and after a few seconds in between to get used to his size, it took almost thirty seconds, but he was fully inside her, and she not only took it, but it felt good! Contessa could feel him stretching her, but despite her fear, there was almost no pain. Feeling more confident, she began moving on him, and he reached up to touch her breasts, which she happily allowed. With him inside her and his hands fondling her breasts, she quickly reached climax a second time, and it caused him to gasp as she squeezed him inside of her a bit painfully. She gasped and cried out, enjoying him immensely, her hands on his chest. She had barely started, and she'd climaxed twice already. She wondered how many more she'd have before he finally did, and secretly hoped that it would be awhile. As she continued to get used to it, her motions became more urgent, and she could already feel another climax building, and she worked to reach it, her rhythm increasing, his hands on her, touching, causing all kinds of pleasant sensations. Then her third climax hit like a thunderbolt, causing her to shake and gasp, so he held her down on him, stroking her back and her hair while she rode it out. He planted kisses on her neck and ear, and when she came down, she looked at him oddly. She panted, "For being captive, you behave strangely. I cannot even begin to understand why." Micah shrugged, breathing a little heavy himself, "If this is your first with a man, then I'd like to make it as good as I possibly can. Besides, I was afraid that you'd faint, and that I'd have to start all over again." Contessa laughed, "I almost did." Resuming an easy rhythm, he began feeling himself grow near, and he lifted his hips to meet her, feeling her shuddering, once again getting close herself, and as she began contracting around him, deliciously tight, it sent him over the edge. He groaned out, and shot burst after burst of his semen into her. Unfortunately, it only reminded him that this was her purpose for allowing him inside her. Feeling him spew his seed into her brought her to orgasm one more time, and his erection was already withering when she collapsed on top of him, sweaty, gasping, her chest heaving. She didn't move until he had withered enough to withdraw from her. Then she only rolled onto her back to catch her breath. Feeling a bit depressed from being reminded of his whole purpose while captive, Micah sighed. Was this all he would be good for? He started to roll over away from her, but she grabbed his shoulder and pulled, so he let himself be turned to face her. The look on her face stopped him. She actually appeared to be hurt by his attempt to move away from her. For a few moments she looked at him, looking as if she might cry, and then made a small attempt to control her feelings. "I almost hoped before we... that you would just lie still and do what needed to be done. Then it would just be... business. But now, I can't bear the thought of you with any other, and this is wrong. Was this your plan?" Micah smiled sadly, "I meant every word I said. If this is going to be my sole purpose for living, to be a breeder, then my plan is to make every time count. I'm sorry if this has complicated things for you." Contessa chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, and then replied, "I guess that if I try to keep you here, the others may question my commitment to them. I have no choice." "I guess you don't. But... what would you do with a breeder that can't get you pregnant but could still get it up?" Contessa sighed, "Those who cannot fulfill their purpose are to be put to death. Why do you ask? Are you worried about your ability to give us children?" Micah shook his head, "No, I was just curious." To allow him the night to recuperate, Contessa slept soundly next to him. Two new guards replaced the others, keeping a close eye on him. Micah began to wonder how the others were faring with their new duties. Despite his own duties, he had mixed feelings. Even though he was captive, and had to, he had found himself enjoying his experience with Contessa. Her enthusiasm for sex cast her in a different light from the cold, cruel queen of this island. He actually felt a longing to stay with her, but as she herself said, he was to be sent around to get as many women pregnant as possible. She had thought it was his plan to create these feelings in her, and while it would be nice to claim that it was, he hadn't even begun to think it. Finally, as the two girls stood watch, he fell asleep. * You can bet that there'll be more to come on this...in fact, Chapter 2 is already in work. Enjoy, vote, leave comments!