Hell’s Housewife 3

Book Three

The Mayor of the city grunted, as he slipped out of Linda Queen Mother Breeder’s tight ass. He quivered in bliss, then gurgled as the transfector cells attacked his DNA. The shapely rumps of eight other Breeders wiggled temptingly before him. Though he had tried his best to pleasure all of them, he was now spent; having spewed into the dark holes more semen in the past hour than his body was capable of producing in any normal month. She stopped sending the subliminal, sub-vocal messages that triggered the male’s craving for kinky sex.

She had explained this to her younger spawn; the Mayor was important in the artificial conventions of law and politics that the prey-species was deluded by. To reach the critical threshold of numbers beyond which resistance would be impossible, the Brood needed to be subtle. Transfection was inefficient from the rear orifice, so the Mayor’s immune system would resist the transformation, and he would seem to be a human male during daylight hours. But at night….

There was a twisting, popping sound, as the sweat-slicked body of a young, healthy brunette with exceedingly large hips and breasts like full balloons stood, and shrugged off the Mayor’s business suit. This spawn knew that she had but a few hours to proliferate and transfect others before she reverted back into the Mayor’s male body. But connected as she was to the Brood Overmind, ruled by Linda Queen Mother Breeder, both of their thoughts could be adjusted to benefit the Brood.

The Mayor would assure his citizens that nothing was wrong, and laughingly dismiss concerns about the hundreds of heart-stoppingly gorgeous, promiscuous women that were attempting to seduce every man in sight. And by tomorrow, that number would be in the thousands, and that included this city alone! The Transfected Cocoon-Sisters found that with but a little effort, they could access the memories of the humans they had once been, they remembered how to move and act within this complex society. Linda Queen Mother Breeder had selected spawn with especially wide hips to purchase plane tickets, go to the airport and travel to the most populated area they could, as far away as possible. Whatever happened on one continent, the Brood would continue to birth yet more spawn on others.

Naked, sweaty, with bobbing tits moist with sexual fluids that jiggled like obscene bowling balls, Linda Queen Mother Breeder opened the door to exit the Mayor’s office. Greeting her was a thickly rooted, greenish cocoon that dominated a mahogany desk close to the door. The Mayor’s primary secretary; pupatating into a fertile member of the Ck’uhntt Brood. Linda Queen Mother Breeder smiled; a human mannerism that she suspected would never quite leave her, though she still felt twinges of shame that she had ever resisted the initial transfection spores that had changed her into Queen of this new Brood.

Whatever business had once occurred in this central chamber, it was now obscured by hundreds of feet of hardened, purple tentacles anchoring sickly-green cocoons to the walls. Only a few were transfected humans, the majority were new womb-spawn. Original offspring created only through human semen within a fertile member of the Brood. The vast clusters of throbbing pods quivered as they hung from the walls and ceiling, making navigation difficult. Linda Queen MotherB reeder examined the pods and….yes! Three of them broke open, and naked, voluptuous women seemingly in the prime of there beauty slithered out, one hand dug deep into their own femalia, gratifying themselves in those long, desperate hours while a Spawn awaited for her maturation.

A short blond with exaggerated breasts thrashed naked upon the ground, frantically masturbating before her racial memory kicked in; and she remembered that there were men with penises that could impregnate her. She rose quickly, eager to begin the hunt. Wonderful, a new womb-spawn, sired from the sperm of one of the Mayor’s political advisors who…

*SHLUMP* Yes! A dark-haired slut with a lanky, slender figure wriggled her way to freedom. That same political advisor had turned out nicely! Their cocoons rapidly evaporated, leaving virtually no physical evidence.

There was a thrash and wobble from a spot near the door, where a dusky-skinned Spawn with brown-streaked, black hair slithered her way to carnal freedom. Formerly a black male security guard; now wanton, female slut for the Brood. The womb-sisters sired from the guard’s own sperm had matured quickly, and where clustered close around his own cocoon. The ten of them would emerge within moments; where once had been only a single, beefy male of great virility, after an encounter with one of her own transfected daughters, there were now eleven Breeders, one who had been human, ten others sired from his sperm, soon to hatch.

In the hallway, rows of cocoons similarly impeded vision, but even as she watched, a naked red-head hatched twenty feet away, frantically searching for a male partner. Sadly, this place did not meet the full needs of the Brood. Linda Queen Mother Breeder knew that she would have to return to the Milton Hotel, the wonderful Hotel where her breeding had begun. This place attracted too much attention; while it was necessary to compromise the Mayor, and his staff, their activities would still require more subtlety. Back to the Hotel then, the half-transformed Mayor would remain here, and enough daughter-spawn would pretend to work here, to keep up appearances, transfecting anyone that asked too many questions.

A wriggling monstrosity seemingly composed entirely of over-sized penises shambled past; her oral orifice could turn men into a form also of great use to the Brood; the Seeders had lost human intelligence, but they could produce high-quality semen in copious quantities that defied explanation by human science. Even though Linda Queen Mother Breeder was already pregnant yet again, the Seeder could not help but insert some of its members into her naked ass and give her a congratulatory gout of sperm. It was just as useful there as anywhere; for the Ck’uhntt sisters could become pregnant regardless of the orifice. Linda Queen Mother Breeder paused as her belly swelled with the Mayor’s young, and soon the Young of this latest Seeder. In moments, her latest litter of eggs would be birthed, and they too would soon become fertile daughters of the Brood.

Her mood soured as she passed a plump, Hispanic cleaning lady trapped by a purple tentacle from the Men’s bathroom, that had wrapped itself around her neck, and was squirting retroviral transfection fluids down her throat, and also caught by elongated penises from the Ladies’ Room, as Seeders pumped her cunt full of their jizz. Her mighty struggles were in vain, and Linda Queen Mother Breeder frowned, it would take at least seven hours before she would emerge as a fully-fertile Cocoon-Spawn, and she still resisted transfection! She was struggling even now! It offended Linda Queen Mother Breeder deeply. Back to the Hotel then, it would actually make a more suitable base of operations; well….after birthing her latest litter.

xxxxx

The whore grunted, her cunt electrified with orgasm. Not surprisingly, since Sarah had allowed herself to grow out her spine-headed demon tail, and having long ago mastered the female cunt nearly as thoroughly as the male cock, the mortal woman was a helpless captive of the ecstasy that the demoness could bring once she’d penetrated a woman with her hellish appendage.

After several inquiries, several seductions, and by altering her appearance, she’d quickly gained much relevant information about people who might be connected to the alien outburst. Even though the sorcerer Victor had summoned her to a metropolis hundreds of miles from her comfortable suburbia, her techniques for information gathering could be used anywhere.

“Bye-bye Stud, I’m so sorry about having to run out like this; make it up to you later!” she assured her husband, Jason over the phone. Trying to muffle the moaning sounds from the enraptured prostitute being penetrated by Sarah’s demon tail. Jason of course, would never recognize the tall, red-headed sex-pot with a demon tail now ravishing another woman, if he could see her.

“Uh-hmm….Okay…I’ll miss you muffin.” he assured her, using her favorite term of endearment. Hanging up the phone, she continued watching the playback of the taped incident that the whore had recorded. There was a weird, localized static phenomenon localized around the alien slut on the taped images playing through the VCR, unlike anything Sarah had ever seen before. She looked like an incredibly attractive, highly fertile woman who was young enough to be in college, but it was as if the videotape….was rebelling the command to record her image; the technology itself seemed to protest her other wordly nature. As if there was some hidden madness in the creature’s appearance that disrupted the image. Watching for hours, she soon learned all she could. As rapidly as they seem to be breeding, they shouldn’t be hard to find.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” she said to the whore….er….Jade her name seemed to be. The girl, for her part could do nothing but gurgle in pleasure. After destroying the lives of four other humans this week; Sarah decided to resist her vindictive, evil nature. Jason actually believed that she was a caring, compassionate, woman trying her best to be a good mother to her child. Despite centuries of irredeemable evil and deceit, a part of her wished that she really was that decent woman that her mortal husband believed her to be.

With a pulse of her tail, a potent blend of erototoxins seared into Jade’s moist twat. She could sense that the young hooker had been jealous of the bodies of the alien breeders, so Sarah’s latest dose of poison began to augment her bust-line, her energized teats surged forward, invigorated with hellish energies as bouncing, wobbling breast flesh tore through the sky-blue halter top she now wore. Breasts reddening with blood flow, her orbs blasted into the open air, expanding to a comfortable, near-volleyball size that would augment Jade’s success in her profession, and yet it might not be wholly impossible to find a bra. The human’s legs twitched as her ass plumped, and filled out strongly. The micro skirts she wore would fill out like never before with her new rump.

As an afterthought, she pumped her womb full of a rare enzyme that would restrict the aging process, leaving Jade with the face and body of a twenty-year old for at least another decade.

Finished, she should have analyzed what she intended to do, there were a thousand reasons to leave this matter to more powerful Lilim, but none of them had a real reason, a personal reason.

xxxxx

Outwardly, all was calm. Phone calls to the 5-star Milton Hotel Resort would be redirected, and misdirected by the calming, female voice on the line. Visitors would be told friendly, plausible lies by the unusually busty receptionist, Smiling cheerfully as her plump cleavage spilled over the top of her navy-blue business dress. Male guests who expressed interest in said cleavage where invited in a backroom to secure ‘reservations’, and would never be seen again. Although seven hours later, a voluptuous woman would likely emerge clad only in a bath towel.

The Milton also had extensive golf-courses, and secluded, ancillary cabins for those guests desiring more privacy. It really was a world-class resort. Visitors today might find the wandering squads of towel-clad, unusually busty women to be rather unusual, but then…a place like this might attract the wealthiest of guests with the most extraordinary of predilections. Unusually astute observers would have no explanation for why it was that the young women left no footprints whatsoever when walking through the soft, impressionable sand, nor was there any apparent explanation as to why they carried no trace of that sand, or moisture, or any other substance they traversed. Any such persistent interest would be answered by grinding hips and moist pussies bouncing upon the inquirer’s penis. And indeed, the ancillary cabins elsewhere on the resort where each visited in turn, and within 10 hours, a different squad of nearly-naked, unusually attractive women would emerge who had not been seen entering. Each with a strangely intense hunger in their purple eyes…as if they were anxious for some particular satisfaction.

Into this environment, Sarai’erothkok entered, at her full demonic stature, though without hellish anatomy. She was merely a towering paragon of luscious curves clad only in a white bath towel. A simple color cantrip made her eyes that same, eerie shade of purple. By not addressing the busty, smiling receptionist, she immediately gave the impression that she belonged. And when an elevator opened, filled beyond capacity with jiggling, sleek legged, glistening-skinned, naked and nubile alien breeding sluts, Sarah cast off her own towel, and joined them without comment. Since no normal human woman would be comfortable strutting around naked in such a public place, it did not occur to the creatures that the newcomer was different.

The gorgeous horrors did not turn to each other, acknowledge each other at all, and there was no outward sign of communication, even to supernatural senses. From what she’d been told, Sarah concluded that these beings turned their every effort towards the single goal of copulating with human males to proliferate more of their species. It seemed that anything not directly related to that carnal objective did not merit notice. No discussions about the weather, no interest or concern for their fellows.

If Sarah was worried about attracting the attention of this gang, she became far more anonymous when the dozen or so Breeders she had joined merged with a larger column of naked, female flesh coming from a south hallway. Several hotel rooms were wide open, and purple tentacles extended partway into the hall. No doubt the entire guest population, and the staff had been used to breed thousands of Ck’uhntt. From what she’d seen on the tape, it seemed likely that could infect any human, forcing them to metamorphose into their own kind should they encounter either a female, or someone unusually resistant to seduction. But…how could they produce so many adult individuals so quickly? Where did the…the raw mass come from? Remembering Samantha’s explanation, Sarah could only conclude that the aliens were in perverse violation of many laws of this universe.

xxxxx

The Central Hotel Conference chamber was like some sort of obscene, theatrical representation of all the World’s lust. The piles of squirming nudity were like indecent sculptures of semi-artistic depravity. The chamber was almost 1,000 feet long, and three-stories high, with balconies for observers on several levels. The alien slut breeders were literally piled in naked heaps of thousands of individuals, packed more tightly than any human audience could tolerate.

Apparently, the Ck’uhntt breeders allowed only masturbation and lesbian sex as their sole diversions from the biological mandate of mating with human males. Thousands upon thousands of bouncing breasts, slurping tongues, and 69’ing couples throbbed and pulsed throughout the chamber. The piled bodies seemed highest towards the end of the room, and any human under these massive mounds would surely suffocate; yet these voluptuous monstrosities did not seem to share that limitation.

Sarah tried not to register any surprise at the white mounds of flaky webbing that adhered to the walls….with massive male penises protruding. The sluts took turns impaling themselves upon these vast members, and it was only during the sex act that they displayed any apparent emotion or reaction. They screeches sounded like some wild animal being strangled, yet it was apparent that they were enjoying themselves.

At the ceiling hung the cocoons that Sarah had seen on the tape. Dozens of pale, sickly green cocoons throbbed amidst purple tentacles. Even now, the breeding did not stop. A cocoon ruptured, and a newly-matured alien slut slithered out, falling upon a naked, writhing pile of her sisters, sliding down near the floor. This one rather closely resembled Paris Hilton, yet with far larger breasts and somewhat longer legs. She spent several minutes masturbating herself vigorously.

A pregnant breeder began making the rounds of the conference center, holding aloft a wriggling abomination that seemed composed entirely of thrashing, prehensile cocks. The sluts postured themselves for impregnation like…like a hostess serving appetizers.

Avoiding the semen-dispensers, Sarah was nearly struck by a careening platinum blond with a perky nose and unusually pert breasts just bursting from her cocoon, as she slid down the bodies of her sisters. The new adult lunged at Sarah, grasped her hips, and thrust her agile tongue deeply into the demoness’ cunt. It occurred to Sarah that the aliens must be gathered here to…wait for something? Well, until then….when in Rome….

She flipped the slippery, naked slut over, and engulfed her throbbing twat with her mouth. The pair slithered across the others, mutually gratifying each other, because Sarah quickly realized that she could not credibly refuse. And her tongue was awfully good….At that point there was nothing to distinguish the infiltrating demoness from the rest of the slutty mass.

xxxxx

While there was nothing noteworthy to distinguish the naked, achingly-gorgeous beauty that ascended the indecent mountain of nude alien breeders, the odd gurgles and sexual activity immediately ceased when she stood at the head of the chamber. She paused, purple eyes surveying the chamber imperiously, before she finally spoke.

Perhaps speaking is not the term to use. Rather, Linda Queen Mother Breeder went to her knees, arched her back and raised up her naked pelvis, in a pose popular among certain strippers. It started with a pop, followed by a wet slurp. The labia of the alien queen made a series of wet, obscene liquid sounds and it occurred to Sarah in a flash that the depraved display was language! The true language of the Ck’uhntt race! Silently, she cast a Tongues spell, her demon magic allowing instant translation of any human language.

“….we are a True Brood of the Ck’uhntt lineage!” she explained in a series of moist, lurid pops. “Our wombs will spawn a legion to create sjhsgjggnfheergg’hgrg’ytyg…” To her puzzlement, Sarah discovered that the mind of these other dimensional female interlopers were so profoundly alien, that there were certain references and concepts that no sane human mind could hope to grasp!

“j’us’ys`ls`s, Our breasts and hips have lured the human prey to impregnate us!” This provoked a reaction from the audience, thousands of labia throbbed, gurgled, and popped, while human throats emitted strangled screams of some emotion approximating pride and cheering.

“Every human in this artificial construct has been assimilated!” More pussy applause. “Many males contributed fresh semen and we have birthed time and time again!” Shrieks, gurgles, and pops of approval. Linda Queen Mother Breeder adjusted her posture somewhat, trying to thrust her naked, vocal vagina higher into the air.

“Your wombs must not rest; truguhuruee’ff’frffg`gyguzswc’dhh`” A string of untranslatable concepts….”For our work in this Universe will be difficult; Linda Queen Mother Breeder holds all knowledge of our every coupling, with each birth, each pupatation, Linda Queen Mother Breeder knows. We must not rest, for this Universe itself is our enemy! This Universe is onerous to our kind! Because of this, Linda Queen Mother Breeder calculates that it will require no less than one calendar month before our Ck’uhntt Brood fully dominates this entire planet.” The walls shook. The cries of outrage, with both vocal chords and vocal pussies were simultaneous and furious. The alien sluts beat the ground with their fists. Their rage was palpable. Raised pussies slurped out: “TOO LONG! TOO LONG!” and “FAILURE!!” “UNFAIR! DO NOT ACCEPT!” It was like telling a child that there was no Santa Claus. It was a slap in the face, there was a sense that their very species had somehow been defeated; the prospect of taking as long as an entire month to conquer a planet was a crushing disappointment. Linda Queen Mother Breeder jiggled a boob to signal for silence.

“It is because the natural laws of this Universe suppress our true fertility! The ordered physics of this reality hold back our full fecundity! Ytttuhjsuefncdwe! Which is why we must work ever harder! Do not think to yourself; other Ck’uhntt will breed enough, I need not work so hard! Each sister must spawn as though she were alone and facing extinction! Use every scrap of cunning, and ingenuity you possess to locate human males, and convince them to copulate with you whenever, wherever, as often as possible!” The eerily beautiful females were riveted upon the speaker, purple eyes focused intently. No doubt each one formulating strategies to convince yet more men to screw them quicker and more efficiently.

At their current rate of population growth, it should be easy for them to surpass humanity in even less than a month, Sarah determined. After a point, world domination would occur by default. She imagined a horde of two million of these fanatically promiscuous, alien breeding sluts descending upon some sleepy, Midwestern town….like hers! The police, the National Guard could blast away with every bit of ammunition in town, and still not put a dent in their numbers. (That’s assuming bullets even hurt them!) They would bury most towns in raw numbers, overpower and ravish every man. Women, or those who for some reason couldn’t impregnate them would be infected, and they would grow into Ck’uhntt anyway.

“However…. Linda Queen Mother Breeder will do her part as well! Many of your sisters are sisters of the Cocoon, and were once humans.” A small percentage of the sluts looked sheepish and embarrassed. “They can serve us greatly! By remembering the ways of this world, Linda Queen Mother Breeder has used their aid to help us infiltrate the Prey-race!” There was a grinding sound, and the squeaking of wheels as a large, rectangular, wooden crate was wheeled into the room by taller, more muscular she-aliens. The crate was popped open to reveal an assortment of scandalous string-bikinis in a variety of colors, and several articles of bedroom negligee.

“Through economic transactions, we have procured these arbitrary textile coverings to satisfy the nudity taboos of the Prey-race. By wearing them, you will be able to move within human society, and not incur the wrath of defenders. Breed rapidly, copulate with all human males! Then find ways to locate yet more males, that you may continue to mate! It is recommended you transfect and breed with the Defenders first, and the Decision-Makers.

“There are far more arbitrary coverings being delivered! Go forth, seduce males, and proliferate! Be persistent, and wily! Always assume there is another virile male who could be induced to impregnate you! If you possess sufficient cunning, there are even ways you can use trickery to convince the males to come to you! To flourish in this Universe, we must be determined!” Vows of determination and dedicated lust erupted from the audience.

With so many….there might have been more than two thousand in this Hotel alone, and in less than a week….A vision of a terrible future flashed before Sarah’s eyes. Eventually, the nations of the Earth would realize that they would have to fight these slutty, unwholesome women, but their numbers could grow so large in a few months, that nuclear weapons would be needed, (assuming they would be effective) but a bombardment powerful enough to utterly destroy the Ck’uhntt would also destroy humanity!

If that never happened, then the aliens could outbreed mankind, transforming humans as they went, until civilization collapsed into an orgiastic wasteland of sweat-slicked lesbian sex. She could see New York, London, Paris, Beijing, Moscow, buried under fleshy piles thousands of feet deep, piles of smooth, feminine legs, moist pussies, and jiggling breasts, ad infinitum, forever. And even then, these monsters would still search for ways to increase their number yet more. All human progress would be erased. And Sarah’s family would also be erased!

“Linda Queen   shall engage in a new plan, while all True Daughters ceaselessly copulate with human males to conceive yet more young, Linda Queen Mother Breeder will depart for the Frozen Southland again, in search of an ancient artifact that will empower the Ck’uhntt Brood as never before! With the mystic potency of this artifact…kbuwqltyu..” More references to some event that no human mind could hope to relate to. ” We shall overcome the limitations to our reproduction imposed upon us by the ordered physics of this painful Universe! Linda Queen Mother Breeder was an investigator of natural philosophies before she became Linda Queen Mother Breeder, and her cohorts were unwittingly very close to the Phallus of the Ages; a great weapon to grant us sorceress might to breed with far greater speed!” Shrieks, burbles, and pops of applause. Wait! She’d heard of that from…..oooh…Sarah hadn’t heard of the Phallus of the Ages since the burning of the Library at Alexandria! Mmmm….Alexander the Great….now he was a good lay….still, the Lilim had thought that the Phallus was lost for all time!

Unsure exactly what she would do there, Sarah still resolved that she would find a way to follow the alien slut queen back to what was no doubt Antarctica. The Ck’uhntt girls, for their part, hastily donned the barely-there micro-bikinis, gauzy stockings and evening wear, that they might roam the city freely. Once equipped, they hastily departed to scour the Earth for every cock available, all vowing to concoct whatever strategies were necessary to copulate with yet more virile men.

xxxxx

“Lemme guess; soliciting prostitution?” Officer Burt Nichols asked his partner, Curtis Sanders as the latter replaced the car radio tuned to the police frequencies.

“To hear them tell it, the bitches are practically assaulting guys! It’s like every two-bit whore in the state is in town!” Curtis replied.

“Well, we’re all full! We’ve gotta dump these bitches back in lock-up before we find anymore.” Officer Nichols gestured to the back of the vehicle, known in the vernacular as a ‘Paddy Wagon’, and they’d been running all day, rounding up gorgeous, half-naked whores propositioning anything with a cock!”

“What the…” Sanders came to a quick stop to avoid hitting a vast stream of similarly attired females pouring out the front doors of the soaring skyscraper which housed the First Fourth International Bank. Most were naked, a few were clad in the pathetic remnants of men’s suits, women’s bras and underwear. All were knock-down, drop-dead gorgeous. Elegant, refined faces of exquisitely-sculpted feminine grace wore expressions of cold intensity. perky breasts bounced with fertile rhythm as a steady column marched towards several big-rig trailer trucks parked outside the Milton Resort Hotel.

The ill-clad sluts would each be given either a string bikini, or a flimsy piece of lingerie that they would don hastily, and after that each girl would disperse, sometimes tackling random men on the street and attempting to cajole them with ripe boobs and swaying hips into sex right here in public, in broad daylight.

Burt Nichols got out of the vehicle, to try and find some way of dispersing the procession. They’d already gotten reports of more traffic accidents today than all of last month from men gawking at the unlikely parade of flesh pouring through the Upper West Side.

“This…this just has to stop…” Nichols protested, not knowing what else to say. He removed his hat and unconsciously unbuttoned the top of his black uniform, his broad chest stretching its ample muscles. His fierce gaze surveyed the indecent spectacle, sharp blue eyes boring into them from below his brown crew-cut, his broad and thick mustache twitching. He rubbed his proud, stubble chin as he contemplated a resolution to this situation.

And yet…Nichols had to lock his thoughts in place, focusing on…on anything except boob, and legs, and feminine ass took all his concentration. Despite the overt oddity of today’s events, there was also a deeper….wrongness. He…his thoughts…it was like these sluts were getting into his mind; flashes of every sexual fantasy he’d ever had came rushing back to life. He shook his head to dispel the lurid images.

“What the Hell?! It’s like a World-wide Porn star convention!” remarked Officer Sanders from the window. Indeed, each of these beauties could have become the star attraction in any such adult product being made today. Though there were variations in overall appearance, each girl looked as though she’d just emerged after 5 hours in a world-class beauty salon. And yet….Sanders noted that they were almost all…soaking wet? The vast majority displayed gleaming skin bright with…water…oil? Maybe this was some meeting of a global mud-wrestling federation?

But it only got worse; Officer Nichols tightened his muscles as he tried to concentrate, but the images….the messages only grew more intense. Every wet dream in his life came back to him…and he started to forget…to forget that he was a cop…forget that this was wrong…impossible…weird…

A Hispanic-looking hotty with pouty, bee-stung lips, and an aura of soft, ebony hair came towards him. She wore nothing but a black and blue striped tie between the bouncing bounty of her cantaloupe-sized cleavage. Nichols gurgled with lust as the glistening curves of her sumptuous body sauntered boldly, brazenly, nakedly towards him. The fantasies…desires…flooded his mind….He..He tried to…to….He..He was a man….she was woman….and his penis was hard. His last thoughts as a human were on the joys of her wet, womanly wonderland as it engulfed his throbbing rod.

xxxxx

Well, this was a first. Never before had Sarai’erothkok flown in a cargo plane from America to Antarctica. She did not go on the first, nor the last flight. Within 10 hours, the University and Research Foundation behind the South Weddel Microbiological Research institute had either become alien breeding sluts, or became such half of the time, and so were subject to Linda Queen Mother Breeder’s Hive mind and thought control. Bank Accounts were emptied, stocks were cashed in, property was sold over the next two days; and anyone who asked too many question would find themselves surrounding by naked, nymphomanical aliens who would drive them to impossible, orgasmic heights. The price for such pleasure typically was a sickly-green cocoon which would rupture within 7 hours, and the troublemaker would become a hyper-promiscuous 20-year old sex-pot fully enslaved to Linda Queen Mother Breeder and her project.

The humans had done much of the dirty work, carving lengthy tunnels into the vast, continental ice sheet in this particular area. But now, the Ck’uhntt had taken over, and their secret, racial knowledge gave them confidence that they could indeed find the Phallus of the Ages, legendary artifact of mystical power and evil from a forbidden age best forgotten.

The Ck’uhntt Breeders, while appearing to be soft, nubile woman barely at legal age, possessed surprising strength and vigor, as they carved and chipped through glacial ice, while completely naked. They worked like jiggly, overly voluptuous machines, needing only the occasional jet of semen in the twat or ass from one of the non-intelligent Seeders. They labored at an impossible pace, pausing only when their normally taut bellies swelled to plump gravidity from gestating young, and then they stopped only long enough to birth their strange infants-pods. Scrutiny revealed the offspring to be just normal, healthy, human babies. Yet white tendrils could be seen nearby in peripheral vision. Sarah watched closely whenever she had occasion. After two hours, the infant illusion ceased, and the greenish cocoons grew ever larger.

Apparently, with only the occasional dose of semen, Ck’uhntt could labor tirelessly, breeding new workers even as the project continued. And the naked girls slaved away in temperatures to flash-freeze the moisture on a man’s eyeball, with no visible sign of stress or discomfort, and no complaint whatsoever. Linda Queen Mother Breeder had decreed that there efforts would increase their ability to conceive offspring with human males, thus these Breeders would make any sacrifice at their Queen’s behest for the promise of a higher birthrate.

Again, Sarah was able to blend in easily; her hellish demon magic gave her the ability to resist harm from the cold, while strutting around in all her naked glory. Some of the Breeders were brought along apparently just so they might receive whatever mystical powers the Phallus of the Ages might provide. Sarah remained among these, continuing the constant lesbian orgy, using to great effect her millennia of erotic expertise. She was between the thighs of a bronze-skinned brunette, agile tongue slathering her to ecstatic heights, with her right hand thrust into the pussy of a sleek asian slut, while above Sarah a plump-breasted blond was humping her foot. That was when they discovered it.

Hypersonic signals and slurping cunt-speak announced the discovery; the humans had indeed been very close, witlessly delving into the frozen fastness of the ice sheet, ignorant of what truly lay beneath.

xxxxx

Sarah was close, so very close when the Seeders found her; though their once human brains had been re-engineered by alien retroviruses into nothing more than enlarged, hyper productive testicles, they seemed to operate through an effective, if crude sexual instinct. It was as if the writhing, prehensile monstrosities sensed that she was fertile, and had been avoiding them. Two of the wriggling horrors confronted her, and a dozen pregnant Breeders were within view, with 30 cocoons overhead. There was no way she could refuse the walking masses of cocks without arousing suspicion; no Ck’unhtt Breeder would…or even could resist the chance to become pregnant.

It called to mind her issue of Free Will, these sluts did not have it in them to resist sex from any source. Therefore, she had to accept, and could not hesitate. Bending over, she displayed her lurid cunt plainly, and was rewarded with immediate penetration. The Ck’uhntt Seeders required no foreplay, the very presence of moist pussy was all the stimulation they needed; and steamy hot jets of alien sperm fired into her. Two of them buried multiple members in her femalia and ass, while a third spewed his hot load onto her ample tits, then the little monster seemed to leap up and down, as if scoring some personal victory.

If their instincts sensed that Sarah was not part of the Brood, they monsters gave no outward sign; they merely pounced upon and mounted more grateful Breeders, producing copious sperm in quantities that defied the laws of biology.

The dangers now were two fold; giving birth to this new abomination, an Alien Cambion could quickly reveal the differences in her nature….and furthermore Sarah had no idea what the abilities of such a being might be! Since the Seeders always produced female young, she had no doubt of the gender of any such conception, but this daughter could possess access to demon magic, the seductive powers of the Lilim, and the other wordly ability of the Ck’uhntt to defy natural law…and such a spawn would not be bound by summoning magic! What powers might a being possess who was outside the laws of magic and the laws of physics? It was quite possible that she could produce a seductress more dangerous than the Ck’uhntt!

Luckily, she had incredible control over her own physiology, and she struggled to block the alien seed, even as she made her way towards the dig site. The sperm was persistent; it penetrated cells and aggressively attacked genetic material, struggling to start a chain-reaction of conception. She could not long suppress it! Perhaps…yes, the Phallus of the Ages might grant her the power to resist! But how could she get it away from Linda Queen Mother Breeder?

xxxxx

The object’s shape was suggestive, but its essence was horrific. The black basalt carving was the height of a two-story building, and as wide as a mighty Redwood tree. It was in the general shape of a penis, but the sculpture itself consisted of several clawed arms, black tentacles, fanged and gaping maws, and what seemed to be eye stalks, all carved from dark stone, gathered together into a loose, penis shape. The bottom of the construct was sticking out of the glacial ice in this enclosed tunnel.

Legends reported that the Phallus was more ancient than man….more ancient than mammals; some said it was older even than life on land. It was clear that no human mind or hand had gone into its creation. Linda Queen Mother Breeder wished to begin tapping the foreboding device without preamble.

“Begin the Ritual!” she shouted with her human voice. Arching their backs into stripper-posture, dozens of Ck’uhntt thrust their pussies forward, speaking in both human tones, and their perverse, slurping, vaginal language. Sarah could only try a pale imitation.

“Ia! Ia! Cthulhu ftagn! Phnunglui, Mglwnafw! Cthulhu Rlyeh! Cthulhu Rlyeh! W’gah nagl f’tagah!”

And again, louder….

“Ia! Ia! Cthulhu ftagn! Phnunglui, Mglwnafw! Cthulhu Rlyeh! Cthulhu Rlyeh! W’gah nagl f’tagah!!”

And at last, a third time.

And after that third time, the rumbling began. A great, metal ring blasted upwards from the ice, a ring of metal that simply…hovered there; four feet above the ground. The ring hung in midair, no support, no strings. It simply floated in place, in blatant disregard of the limitations of gravity. After eons uncounted, there was not the slightest trace of corrosion. Linda Queen Mother Breeder allowed herself another human smile. And she sent several, hypersonic trills to selected daughters.

The indicated alien sluts scampered forward and each grasped the hovering metal ring. There were three blondes, a dark-skinned girl, a redhead with unusually long legs, and another redhead with an exceptional ass, plus two busty brunettes.

When the ring was touched, the black stone nearby began to warp. The stone twisted, elongated and eight rods began to protrude from the central pillar. Though inhuman, it was clear that the purpose of these protrusions was the same as that of a human penis. But these members were ribbed and ridged, the function identical, but it was clear that the makers did not intend the device for human use.

The alien cocks thrust deeply into the pussies of the contestants. And the metal bar began to glow pink as the stone penises thrust back and forth, through and out of the moist cunts, and the Breeders howled. Very human-like expressions of absolute ecstasy and sexual glee assaulted their senses. It was apparent that the pleasure from the primordial sex-toy was an order of magnitude greater than that from any fleshly male.

Sarah grunted; her belly began to throb. It had happened! The alien seed had successfully impregnated her! She would bear a terrible daughter of seductive powers never before seen or imagined! Unless she did something, she would give birth to an even worse threat than these Ck’uhntt!

The redhead with the large ass was the first to fail. She twittered with ecstasy as her body trembled in a wracking orgasm. Her grip on the glowing, pink ring loosened- and immediately a crackle of pink lightning flashed, striking her and propelling her 20 feet through the air to collapse in a moaning heap. The stone penis retracted.

From this, and the legends, the use of the artifact was clear; The Phallus of the Ages contained the impossible magic of the Great Old Ones, legendary entities of awesome power exceeded only by their lust and evil. A female creature had to hold the ring long enough for…for the machine to achieve orgasm. Failure would result in an attack from the device. But if some female creature could withstand the forbidden pleasure long enough, surely she could then gain access to the terrible powers of the Old Ones. And the Alien Queen Linda intended to use these powers to make her Brood even more fecund, overcoming the limitations to the Ck’uhntt fertility imposed by the ordered physics of this Universe.

Within moments, the others began to pop off. The pleasure of the alien, stone penises was so overpowering, that none of the females could maintain the muscle control to grip the ring for long. After each of them was assaulted by pink lightning and thrown across the room, a nearby cocoon attached to the ceiling popped open, and a newly matured Ck’uhntt Breeder Slut slithered to freedom, brushing aside her platinum blonde hair as she instinctively used the machine. The penis that thrust into her overwhelmed her resolve almost immediately, the punishing orgasms soon conquered her, and she was smitten violently by the device.

This was Sarah’s only real chance; she had to act quickly. Too long and she would either give birth to her dangerously seductive new daughter, or one of the Ck’uhntt might succeed in giving the machine its climax. She gripped the ring.

And Linda gripped the ring on the opposite end.

“You will fail, Succubi!” hissed Queen Linda.

“You know?”

“Oh yes; and I have plans for you and your kind!” answered the alien brood queen. Any further conversation was stifled when the black stone warped in the ribbed penis-shapes, and thrust forward into both of the warm, inviting pussies.

Sarai’erothkok moaned sensuously; as the member thrust in and out of her lubricating tunnel. A lightning jolt of primal stimulation battered her senses. She at once understood the danger; it was not only that the device provided more sexual pleasure than any mortal lover of any species could hope to, the unholy magic of the Old Ones attacked the brain of any female that dared use the salacious artifact. She could sense the magic attacking, altering her brain that it might sense more pleasure; her physical capacity for pleasure was being enlarged by magic. The brain area that controlled erotic pleasure was expanding, taking over other, vital areas of cognition and sensation. Her supernatural powers enabled her to compartmentalize her mind, in an attempt to remain sane amidst her increasing capacity for lust and sex.

The alien cock thrusted….in…out…soon the machine varied its rhythm, as if sensing that this female was exceptionally powerful. The penis began to twist, vibrate like a dildo, it then began to jolt her G-spot in ways that defied description. *SLUMP*-*SHLURP* *POP* She began to grow woozy; and her body attained its full, demonic anatomy, wings and tail sprouting. Only her supernatural powers saved her thus far.

She realized that a human woman would have been driven insane before the third thrust. Her mind would have shattered when the majority of her brain was taken over by erogenous zones. If a human survived the lightning attack, she would no doubt spend the rest of her life masturbating in an insane asylum….and the average Lilim wouldn’t be far behind!

Both the fully demonic Sarai’erothkok and Linda Queen Mother Breeder had both held on twice as long as any of the others when Sarah began to reach her limit. Linda’s already ample breasts were ballooning, expanding as the erotic firestorm exaggerated her sexuality. By now her bounteous boobs had bulged past most fruits in size, larger than basketballs, nipples growing far past her elbows as she gripped the ring. By the time Sarah unleashed yet another howl, Linda’s breasts would have been watermelons had they been fruit, or beach balls if they were perfect spheres. But the Lilim had become delirious; her supernatural powers could no longer protect her from the impossible pleasure as the cosmic dildo ravaged her mind and body. Her awareness began to fade with delirium, even as she struggled to focus on gripping the ring.

But she was resisting the intense passion; the wall of libidinous rut that was pounding down the doors of her mind had not yet broken her, she realized it must be because of her years of restraint….

Her project, becoming a wife, finding a way to cohabit with a mortal man safely, did not occur overnight. Sarah’s thoughts drifted back over the decades; and it was rather ironic that she made her decision during the libertine 1960’s. The endless seduction, pleasure for its own sake, watching men destroy themselves over her, it had just paled over the years. Sarah thought back to a tangle of bodies that had engulfed her that fateful night. She knew that the only achievement that could hold her interest would be everything that the Lilim rejected. It would not be easy, and that was the appeal.

By feasting upon male life-force, coupling safely with a man was something of a problem. She could control how much she took; but even the healthiest of men could wither and die after only 2 weeks of steady feedings by a Lilim.

In seedy hotels in Las Vegas, San Francisco, and Tijuana, there was a rash of men that died mysteriously, happily in bed during those years. Through trial and error, Sarah had learned how much, and how little she could take, and she learned how to allow a man to penetrate her without stealing his soul and essence. That was the hardest part, amidst the sensual bliss of a hard prick drilling her warm slit, it was nigh impossible to control the instinct to suck out his vitality as well as his sperm.

After 20 years of experimentation, she was ready. Millennia of manipulation had given her the expertise needed to cajole her chosen man’s emotions. She knew what to wear, how to talk, walk, when to say the right words. She predicted within a week the day he proposed. But, as expected, the sex was not good; not for her at least. She always had to hold back, pretending to be a flat-chested, frumpy wife. But by taking only the minimum amount of energy possible, Jason was crazed with marital bliss for years on end.

She still remembered that dangerous honeymoon in Hawaii, when she got careless. They’d been screwing each other with all the passion newlyweds could muster, but one night in a private, beach bungalow, she let her guard down.

In the darkness, Jason could not see her reddening hair, he could not be certain of the way her breasts had blossomed in size, from mere mosquito-bites, swelling downwards and out with each thrust of his cock as she impaled her dripping, newlywed snatch upon his modest, rigid manhood. Her breasts throbbed with passion and sensation, as they readily surpassed B…and C cups…sprouting four and five…six inches in length, the girth of her demonic globes obscuring and dominating her chest. Until, to her shock, her vast mammaries had grown to within an inch of his smiling mouth here in the darkness! She had become the hellish seductress that had toppled emperors and driven men insane with lust!

Jason had slept for two days afterwards. Oblivious that his ‘muffin’ had experienced for the first time compassion for a mortal man. For him, it was merely the best sex of his life! Which was of course, the danger with Lilim; their prey had no idea they were in danger until it was too late.

Though well-versed on seducing them, living with a human, as a real wife proved more complex and rewarding than any of her steamy, torrid affairs with kings, warlords, or corrupted holy men. Helping, comforting, assisting a husband was a refreshing and welcome change from tricking them into self-destruction. That was what gave her victory.

She was more resilient that a human woman, yet had restraint that the Ck’uhntt, with their predatory nymphomania could not approach. The pink lightning blasted Linda Queen Mother Breeder as her grip slackened from the salacious onslaught, she collapsed against the far ice wall. And the otherworldly penis throbbed and shook within Sarah’s immortal cunt as the statue began to shake. The glowing ring began to pulse. The ancient demoness had had enough sex to realize what came next; she had won, it had worked. She had brought the Phallus of the Ages to Orgasm. And the forbidden magic of the Great Old Ones belonged to her.

xxxxx

“NO! YOU CAN’T……..WE CANNOT LOSE?!” protested Linda Queen Mother Breeder, as a swirling column of mist and ice encircled her and the rest of the Ck’uhntt Breeders in the chamber. “OUR SPECIES HAS EXISTED FOR MILLIONS OF YEARS! WE HAVE PROLIFERATED ACROSS SPACE AND TIME! WE ARE THE MOST FERTILE, MOST DESIRED FEMALES IN ONE HUNDRED COSMOSES! WE CANNOT LOSE! WE HAVE TOPPLED EMPIRES! MALES OF A THOUSAND DIMENSIONS HAVE SURRENDERED OUT OF LUST FOR US! THIS WORLD MUST FALL!”

“Not…on MY family’s planet!” snarled Sarah in reply, as the roiling mists sucked and pulled the aliens towards a central vortex, from which there was no escape. With a squeal, a roar, and a burst of steam, the Queen of the Ck’uhntt, and many of her Breeders had been banished from Earth’s Universe.

xxxxx

No one quite understood what had happened, the Great Orgy of ’06 struck suddenly, without warning. One day, hordes of strangely attractive, nubile women literally went insane with lust. Thousands of mysterious women in several cities suddenly became incoherent, rutting bitches in heat. Several public officials, for no apparent reason that could be identified seemed to transform suddenly into 20-year old, bosomy supermodels with a craving for sex beyond all reason. The police, military, and government agents arrested and confined the women, and conspiracy theories abounded, nearly as numerous as the women themselves.

But Sarah knew, and need never reveal all that happened, as she primped herself in the ladies’ room of the local J-Mart bathroom. The forbidden magic of the Great Old Ones had returned her to the last spot she’d been before being summoned; the supermarket parking lot, in her Van. She was nude, and in demon form, but luckily she’d kept spare clothes inside.

Now, looking more or less normal, she stared in the bathroom mirror, adjusting her breast size. She had decided to alter her relationship with Jason. At first, she wanted to make sure that her husband loved her for who she was, regardless of her appearance, and she was satisfied that he did. Nonetheless, he was a man, he was human, with natural urges. She reflected on the tendency among many women to treat men as criminals due to the demands of the male sex drive, but that force was also the only factor that ensured human reproduction. And as a Lilim, she knew that male lust was also an opportunity; whether you wanted to destroy him, or make him the happiest husband in the world.

She had tried to encourage Jason to deny his urges, and focus only on their relationship itself. But she could use his male desires to her own benefit, to aid and enrich the relationship.

“….and I’ll have a big surprise when I get home, Stud! Trust me; it’ll be well worth it!” She said to her cell phone. Jason seemed reasonably concerned, but accepted her explanations. Now….the question was: How much could she change her body, and still be believed if she said she’d just had conventional cosmetic surgery and a makeover? She decided to permit herself a younger face, at least. The pleasant, smiling visage in the mirror now was a brown eyed housewife in her early 30’s, and she decided against wrinkles. Her hair she’d keep the same basic color, but willed the gray strands to darken into brown like the rest. But her breasts! Should she be satisfied with a modest, dignified C-cup? Hmm….no, her breasts blossomed forward, tenting the fabric of her red, backless, and low-cut dress, allowing an eruption of creamy cleavage to swell upwards into a nice, grapefruit size. Hmm…and then…oh what the hell! She stiffened as she caused her skin and muscles to tighten into the shapely, pristine curves of a woman in her twenties. He’d still recognize her, and *maybe* there was some cosmetic surgeon capable of these changes. She’d give him something to take his mind off of any magazine! This would be her new default body as she concentrated her thousands of years of seductive skills into making Jason the happiest man on Earth.

She thought about Semiramis’ rebuke. Perhaps it was silly for a supernatural demon to engage in such a masquerade, lying to herself and other Lilim by denying her true nature. And yet, after all these years, she’d found new desires, a new ‘nature’. When her human family inevitably died, she’d grieve, bury them, disappear for a decade or two, then start again. Find a new man to marry in a place where no one would know her, and start another family. It didn’t matter whether or not it made sense; that was who she was now.

She couldn’t see herself ever going back to life as an idle, sexual plaything, or a salacious whore that lived to poison men’s lives. She’d been there, done that, and had had enough. She exited the bathroom, looking decades younger, and 4 cup-sizes larger. Was this the end of her troubles? She had no doubt that someone, someday would find a way to summon her again, but she could deal with that. Was this truly the end of the Ck’uhntt? Without a Queen, their otherworldly mentality was uncontrolled, and their psyches were so profoundly foreign, that in this universe they were all insane without a Queen to direct them. Specifically, Insane with Lust. No matter how attractive they were, acting as screaming bitches in heat would only get them locked up, and while some would no doubt continue to entice men to impregnate them, without guile, cunning, and direction, human civilization could contain and destroy them before the problem became too severe.

If this was some cheesy horror movie, Sarah reflected that the evil monster, though believed to be defeated, would reemerge in some remote location, just to assure the audience that there might someday be a sequel…..

xxxxx

Heather Cox was relieved, as she lay relaxing upon her four-post bed at home. she was afraid her uptight prude of a mom had found her secret stash of Big Tit mags. From an early age, the images had intrigued and fascinated her, and she imagined the thousands upon thousands of men lusting frantically after the pictures women. Her pussy moistened with a furious heat as she contemplated becoming that woman herself. When people stared at her, lusting after her overgrown tits, her tight and athletic body, it sent a thrill through her like nothing else.

That was the real reason she’d taken up gymnastics; hundreds of people would be staring at every sweep and curve of her body, and it was a legitimate sport. It was weird; she could…feel it when guys stared at her….she could feel it when they wanted her, even if she didn’t see them. She opened the glossy cover of Boobmax Illustrated, and was confronted with a platinum blonde bimbo with curly hair shaking her assets at the camera while sitting upon the sandy beach of some tropical locale. Even now, Thousands of horny men were blowing their loads to this image….what if it was her! What if it was her image that men across the world jerked off over! The notion sent a hot jolt of raw pleasure coursing down her spine. She would stare for hours, getting lost in the images, trying to put herself in the place of the silicone sluts strutting through the pages.

This time, she remembered to stuff the rag in her mouth to contain her moans of pleasure as she brought herself to orgasm. The mags made it so much easier, so pleasurable. It seemed so odd to her that other girls were horrified at the thought of being objects of lust. She just couldn’t wrap her brain around the fear and reluctance. What power! What excitement came to her at the very notion of men creaming themselves over her body!

She removed a manila envelope from her backpack and opened it, surveying the plastic card and documents inside. Yes! Bob had delivered! The fake ID she’d been pestering him for! After all those times she’d screwed him, he finally agreed that he owed her. But that was another odd point; many other girls complained about what a letdown their first sexual encounter was. Yet Heather felt none of the shame, pain, or uncertainty so common among her peers. When a boy, (and there’d been many!) clutched her naked body, and vented himself into her cunt, she felt only an intense, fiery craving. The only disappointment was that it didn’t last longer. Any sex act only made Heather want more sex acts….it was like….like she was going somewhere….like each lay put her closer to some goal.

But now! The I.D.! She could claim to be twenty-one! Just in time, because a new strip club, Titopia Triple X was opening up a branch in her hometown! And they needed girls! She was told that they would ask few questions if she just made an effort to show some identification. She couldn’t wait; there was no way she would wait five more years before experiencing the electric bliss of men cumming over her naked body! That notion, combined with the images in the magazines, sent her over the edge, and she thrashed upon her bed, muffling her own screams as the wet fire of orgasm took her again.

There was no stopping her, no turning back. When men lusted openly after her body, or when a boy’s dick fired off inside her naked cunt, it was like she was…. empowered… she felt stronger, faster, smarter…. like she was getting energy from them, somehow. It was like…. like she was feeding…

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE