A breeding factory

The machine walked for miles with the sun going down in the background while I sat in my cage of hemp and a different kind of material similar to leather. The gaps between the weave were too small for a creature like me, making me hypothesize that these machines have been doing this for more than once now and I wasn't of any significance. Not in any way whatsoever except for the fact that I was this machine's lucky catch today.

Perhaps I wasn't even its first catch, who knows how many were caught and trapped today alone? Whatever the number was there was a distinct change of the scenery while I wallowed in self-pity as the sounds of more mechanical and noisome cacophony were first weak, but rapidly increased in volume the more the Martian Machine strutted towards a large complex even taller than itself.

We entered some sort of factory, evident by the conveyor belts that were all the more present with men, specifically men, being raised in the air while being hooked unto the shoulder like a carcass of some unfortunate animal. They were screaming, some begged for mercy while others reacted to the pain, all of them being shipped off to a dark room somewhere where it seemed as if no one would ever see them again.

There was another group of (for the lack of a better term) livestock comprised of only pregnant women, all naked and ungroomed - just how long were they stuck here? - and they all seemed as if they were all young women, 20 to 30 years or so.

I was in their age group.

To me, it seemed like the Martian Machine was waiting for me to understand some sort of sick joke before it unloaded me unto another conveyor belt on which I was laid down, my arms and legs were bound to my sides and there was nothing that I could do that could've made them move until finally, I was in some sort of glass container with a pseudo-dental chair at the center of it all. No longer bound to my sides the moment I was taken off of the belt and into the dental chair, my arms and legs were spread wide and away from each other. With a limited view of my surroundings thanks to my paralyzed neck, I could only check as to what was in front of me and a few inches at my side.

Because of such, I did not see more mechanical and tin tendrils descend above me but instead of running away from them, this time, I couldn't. The tentacles hovered in front of me for a matter of a few seconds before one seemed to have stared at me before withdrawing a mustard green gas from its eye before another made its way inside my skirt, the cold and slimy feeling of the tendril was felt all over my legs.

I would've kicked, squirmed, or even screamed if it wasn't for the feeling that I was relaxed or that my body was made heavier. The tendril from before had joined its brother underneath my bustle and found my corset, one of the two curled itself and pulled before I felt my undergarments give way from me and then the first push in my womanhood was felt.

A deep advance was performed inside my womb before the tendril retracted away from me and soon after, the other one had made a pass inside my anal cavity all lubricated, wet, and firm before pulling out only for the former to thrust inside. The cycle repeated inside me as I was helpless, though dreadful, was savoring in it both voluntarily and involuntarily. Truth be told, none of my male partners struck so deep.

Soon thereafter I began to moan and sweat, I couldn't even tell how long I was being copulated as I couldn't even keep my vision straight, though no matter how long it was, I was a mess of sorts as I ejaculated time-and-time again with my juices dripping off the chair.

I did not reject any advances nor condemn the contraption if not encouraged it further.