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New (Old) Material 5 - Prison Break!
🕑 Added 2022-03-10 09:53:31 +0000 UTCClarity showed Gemma and Anya to a chamber in a far corner of the facility in which they were to spend the night. White, antiseptic and functional, it contained two mattresses and a sink, but little else in the way of amenities.
Neither girl minded. It had been a long and bewildering day for the both of them. They had both been nearly raped, then rescued, shot at and systematically sucked, assfucked, pussy-pounded and spunked on in a never-ending variety of episodes oscillating from the mortally dangerous to the inordinately kinky. If the discovering of Jack’s massive, pulsating dick had not been interesting enough for the two of them, the underground haven in which they now sheltered, home to an organisation of shadowy, assassin fuck-slut superwomen was a little too much to take in one day.
Once Clarity had left them alone, the two girls were left to ponder their options.
“I don’t like the feel of this place,” said Anya.
“Me neither,” said Gemma. “There’s something weird about the way those men in the milking room are strapped down, fed like zombies and milked of their cum like a herd of cows.”
“I wonder what they need it all for anyway,” mused Anya. “Repopulation experiments are all very well, but this is a really strange community. They use their men like cattle, but they also breed those succubi and train them to fuck like insane cumwhores. They use the succubi to seduce more men into the milking room and the cum from the men to feed more succubi. It’s a self-repeating cycle.”
“And no-one involved in it has any choice about it.”
Anya looked directly at Gemma. “I’m not going to allow them to turn Jack into one of those men in the milking room. He’s done too much for us for us to let that happen.”
“I agree to that.”
“I wrote him a note back in the infirmary that said he was in danger.”
At Anya’s confession, Gemma looked startled. “Was that wise?”
“Look, baby, tomorrow, if he recovers well enough, they’re going to shove him into a room with one of those succubi, and watch her fuck him into a state of sexual delirium so intense he’ll not be able to speak, move or think. The only thing he’ll be able to do is watch late Twenty-first century porno’s, vegetate and pump his cum into a tube.” At this, a wicked look crossed Anya’s face, “and I intend to have that luscious wad blown over my face a few more times yet. Are you with me?”
“If only so I can lick his cum off your gorgeous body again,” replied Gemma, feeling herself moistening between her legs for the millionth time that day.
“Will you help me rescue him?” said Anya. “Are we in this together?”
“You bet.”
“Let’s get some rest. Tomorrow we’re going to have to bring the girls of the Ordus Installation to their knees.”
Meanwhile, Jack lay in a state of disquiet in the infirmary. He thought he had hit the jackpot with the Ordus Installation, but now he wasn’t so sure. Yes, it was the repopulation centre he’d been seeking for the past three weeks, but Anya’s surreptitious, urgent message had injected a note of alarm into his sense of satisfaction. The Ordus girls had treated him well, healing his wound in the best possible way, and since then he’d blown his load copiously over at least seven busty, slutty nurses, not to mention anointing the pneumatic Clarity (twice) with loads so huge he had surprised even himself; but he trusted Anya too much to disregard her warning.
In the dim glow of the monitors and instruments he could see the recumbent bodies of the three nurses he had just spent the last two hours servicing. Two of them were entwined together, asleep, on the bed next to him. Where they hadn’t removed every stitch of their sexy PVC nurse uniforms, huge gobs, puddles and pools of his sticky white jizz coated their supple bodies. The other girl was sat upright against the wall beyond, blacked out from sheer sexual exhaustion. Seven huge, horizontal splashes of spooge were plastered against the wall upon which she rested, so that when she slid down it ever so slowly, a silhouette of her profile remained. It looked like he had been pasted her against the wall. Cum still dripped lazily from the end of her nose and her chin.
It was going to be a tough decision as to whether to try to escape.
Anya awoke in the morning with her limbs tangled together with Gemma’s in bed. Not for the first time since the beginning of her adventure, Anya was glad to have Gemma at her side. But she realised that if their exit strategy was to work then she was going to have to demand a lot more from her friend before the day was out. There was clearly immense danger in store for anyone trying to escape from the complex, and with Jack such a prize asset to the Ordus girls, getting him out was clearly going to be a lot of trouble.
“Wake up babe,” she said softly in Gemma ear. Gemma woke up and nuzzled up to her friend with a sleepy smile.
“I’ve got a plan to release Jack and get out of here, but I’m going to need your help to carry it out,” Anya continued, giving Gemma a firm, reassuring kiss with a tender lick of tongue to help her along with way. She could feel Gemma’s smooth long legs stirring against hers and twining around her own thighs underneath the covers.
“You can depend on me,” said Gemma. “What have you got in mind?”
“This place is a prison,” said Anya. “With the inmates too sedated or off their head on cum-lust to know what’s going on around them. But if we manage to somehow disrupt the supply of semen-distribution in this place, we might just be in for some interesting results. Any prison system goes all to hell when the prisoners break out.”
“How are we going to do that?”
“I don’t have a perfect idea yet, but I’m willing to bet that those succubi aren’t going to be too pleased if they don’t receive their daily fix of cum to keep them going. And I’m pretty sure if we could find a way to release those men from their stasis in the milking room they’re going to want to do something to get themselves out.”
“Stands to reason. If we could find a way to release both the succubi and the men from their confinement and turn them loose on the complex, in their wild states they’d cause so much havoc in this facility we could drive a herd of elephants through here without anyone catching on, let alone cause enough disruption to allow us to grab Jack and escape.”
“What’s an elephant?” said Anya, her brow furrowing.
“Oh, just some big animal from a place I grew up in when I was much younger.”
“Let’s do that,” assented Anya. “You see if you can find a way to turn the Succubi loose, and I’ll see if I can release the men in the milking room. If we can synchronise when we let them free, who knows what sort of trouble we’re going to cause.”
“What should we do first? Find Jack? Or get straight on with the prison break?” Anya got out of the bed, stretched her fabulous body and began to don her tight leather bra and g-string.
“I’m not sure,” said Gemma, momentarily distracted by the sight of her friend’s awesome globes being scooped into the tight confines of her bra.
“We’ll have to wait,” said Anya, trying the door. “We’re locked in. Looks like we’ve become prisoners too. So we can either see if we can find away to break out of here, or, you know, as long as we’re waiting around, we could find something else to do?”
“Let’s not waste time,” said Gemma, kneeling at the door and beginning to pick the lock with a small hairpin she had produced from somewhere. “I’m an expert at this. Back in the complex I found what must have been a storeroom for items for safe-keeping once and I picked about four hundred different lockers when I was scavenging.”
After a couple of seconds of fiddling, something yielded inside the lock and Gemma opened the door cautiously. “Are you ready?” she whispered to Anya.
“Yes,” Anya replied. “Now, I’ll got to the milking room and see if I can find some way to release the captives. You see if you can find a way to disrupt the sperm-supply to the succubi. Or, even better, see if you can turn them loose on the complex.”
“Right. Be careful.”
The girls split up and went their separate ways. Both of them had been used to a life of scavenging and hiding from people in the devastated world, so the surreptitious nature of their covert explorations in the complex came as second nature to them, both girls soundlessly flitting into shadowy corners, warned at the approach of Ordus operatives by their almost preternatural awareness.
Anya was the first to find something of interest, coming across a door marked ‘Armoury.’ Taking a deep breath, she entered the room. There, sitting next to a rack of neat submachineguns, was her old sword. Taking it in her hands and swinging a couple of experimental hefts, Anya felt whole again, and her resolve became fortified. She trusted very little of new technology, and went straight out of the room. Turning left at the end of the corridor, waiting for a security camera to complete its arc, she slipped all the way to the door at the end that she had been seeking. It was the ‘Milking Facility.’
Once again, the blast of moist air hit her as she opened the door to the facility. The humidity was intense in the vaulted chamber. It was as Anya had remembered it. The thirty-four men were still fastened in their restraints against the wall, huge pendulous tubes attached to each of their shafts, pints of cum pumping steadily out of their massive dicks to feed into the giant sack in the ceiling in the centre of the room. Each of them was still inert, the visual monitors fastened over their eyes, their bodies huge, hulking and dappled in sweat.
The technician, Vikki, was still there too. The small girl with the gigantic knockers had got changed into another outfit. This one was a shiny black catsuit that hugged her huge tits like a glove. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her back. She was over at the same man as before, Jago, and had released his immense, dismorphic cock from its confinement, and was delicately pumping the veined shaft of the huge slab of meat, and lapping at the constant trickle of cum that pumped from the pisshole. She looked incredibly contented, her pink tongue drawing long ropes of jizz across from the bulging cockend.
Anya came up behind Vikki, who hadn’t noticed her, and cleared her throat. Her reverie broken, Vikki’s curvy body spasmed with shock, and she turned hastily to look at Anya, a guilty look on her face, eyes wide with fright, ribbons of Jago’s sticky cum sliding off her chin.
“Anya!” Vikki said in surprise, “what are you doing here?”
“I could say the same of you,” Anya said, a note of threat in your voice. “Are you meant to be doing this?”
“I’m so sorry!” Vikki wailed, like a child who had been caught stealing chocolate. “Jago is just so tasty, I only wanted to suck him a little. Please don’t tell Harmony or Clarity I’ve been stealing cum. They’ll put me on duty somewhere else in the complex and I’ll never be allowed near the milking rooms again! I’ll do anything if you don’t tell on me!”
Anya looked at the busty technician, ropes of cum sliding down her face, and realised she had caught her in a very compromising situation indeed.
Anya looked at Vikki and decided to use the situation to her advantage.
‘I promise I won’t tell on you if you do a little something for me,’ she said.
Vikki’s upturned, cum-splattered face looked at Anya eagerly, hope flaring in her eyes. ‘What is it?’ the busty technician said, ‘I’ll do anything you want.’
‘How about you release my friend Jack, the guy who I arrived here with?’
‘Oh no,’ Vikki protested, ‘I couldn’t do that. Harmony and Clarity would know that it was me, and I’d be punished just the same. The Ordus hierarchy would go crazy if we released just one of the men here. They consider this facility their top priority.’
‘Well…’ said Anya sneakily, ‘I didn’t quite mean what I said. It’s not that I wanted Jack released. It’s more that I wanted a to come in here to have a little taste of my own…’
‘Oh…’ said Vikki, seeming as though she suddenly understood, her eyes narrowing conspiratorially. Suddenly she had a little bit of fellow-feeling for Anya, seeing as the blonde warrioress had caught her doing exactly the same thing. ‘You are a cum-addict too, then. Well, it’s at such a premium at the moment…’
‘But you do owe me a favour,’ said Anya, ‘or do I have to tell Clarity what you’ve been up to?’
‘Oh no don’t do that!’ Vikki announced firmly, ‘I’d be only too happy to let you have a taste of Jack. Provided you promise not to tell Clarity anything.’ Then a very naughty smile crossed Vikki’s lips as a lumpy rope of congealing cum dripped from the tip of her chin, ‘and provided that you help me have a share with you.’
‘Deal,’ said Anya.
‘A yummy deal,’ Vikki confirmed, taking care to slide Jago’s enormous, pulsating schlong back into the coiled tube that it normally resided and fixing the clasps back onto it. With this done, the shiny catsuited blonde proceeded sharply to where Jack was fixed onto his own support system, his life-in-death sarcophagus. Anya looked at the man who she had grown so fond of, now being used as a nothing more elaborate than an animal to be summarily milked and felt her resolve to free him tighten.
‘Jack’s one of our best producers,’ said Vikki happily as she busied herself at a console that was attached to the mechanical apparatus that Jack was fastened to, pressing buttons. Anya didn’t have any comprehension of what Vikki was doing, not being used to technology, but her movements seemed to be having the desired effect, as the huge, coiled sheath that currently covered the business end of Jack’s giant prick slowly unhitched from the tender-looking tube of meat, lubricant sliding down the heavy length. Below, Anya could see that Jack’s testicles were clasped in a plastic vice that was massaging them slowly together. Presently, this came apart too, so that the milking machinery that had been applied to Jack’s prodigious genitalia finally unclasped, came free, and left his mammoth cock and balls both dangling and stretching outwards in enormous proportions.
‘How about releasing his restraints?’
‘I couldn’t do that,’ said Vikki matter-of-factly, still absorbed with Jack’s uncoiling cock.
‘I meant,’ said Anya, swiftly swinging her sword into view to point at Vikki’s throat, ‘how about releasing his restraints?’
Vikki gulped at the threat and it even made her take her eyes from Jack’s cum-drooling tool for a second. She considered her options and then pressed a button on the console. It made the restraints on Jack’s wrists and calves spring open. When Anya used her free hand to tear the goggles that covered Jack’s eyes from his face, Vikki used the split second to press another button on the console. At that moment, a klaxon began to sound in the milking room and the light dimmed to a deep red.
Anya rolled her eyes impatiently and tapped Vikki on the forehead with the hilt of her sword, knocking the technician out cold, and then had to readjust her posture to catch Jack as he fell out of the contraption into her arms, the huge muscled man strangely inert. Anya dragged him to the floor and tried her best to rouse him, but was immediately interrupted by the appearance of a familiar figure at the security door that she herself had come through no less than five minutes before.
It was Clarity, dressed in her usual shiny skintight body armour, her blonde hair streaming behind her and wielding a sword similar to Anya’s in size. This one was curved an slightly smaller, but the way that Clarity swung it in webs as she proceeded almost casually down the stairs made Anya certain that her opponent knew how to use it.
‘I thought you might prove to be trouble, wasteland girl,’ said Clarity. ‘One look at a cock and you go all gooey. You could have been one of us. You could have had mastery over men instead of servitude.’
‘I’m just an all-round humanitarian,’ said Anya, raising her sword.
Instead of lunging for Clarity, Anya instead hefted her sword and went the opposite way down the aisle in the room, running down the walkway and slashing open each of the huge coiled cum-receptacles that were clamped onto each of the men’s dicks. As Anya’s sword sheared each one it split open and emptied it contents, so that torrents of warm, sticky cum cascaded out of each of the tubes. One by one, Anya sundered every milking-tube she could from the inhabitant of the chair so that countless pints of boiling semen spewed out of the severed pipes, cascading from the arrangement of tubes in the ceiling and spraying out of each of the men’s spurting, supercharged cocks. As a finale, Anya stuck her sword into the huge sperm-bloated sac in the ceiling and carved it open. A molten mess of semen thundered from the rent in the side and splashed in a creamy wave over the machinery below it, which immediately flashed and crackled as the electronics inside were destroyed. This in turn heralded each of the restraint chairs which held an occupant to spring open, the restraint of every man being released.
At this point, the room was in havoc. The sirens blared, the lights were dimmed and flashing, the room was suddenly pungent with the smell of cum, and jets of semen were spurting up and out into the air from every conceivable direction. Huge, muscled men were slowly coming to life as they slowly clambered out of their equipment for the first time flexing joints that hadn’t been exercised in months.
Clarity snarled and flew through the rain of cum towards Anya, sword raised.
