Christmas Carol: Rocketgirl yet-to-cum: hose in her pussy

"Good afternoon, sleepyhead," Jennifer said. "It's nice to see you feeling more lucid, though you do look a little worse for wear. Not feeling too good?"

In desperation, Rocketgirl swallowed her pride. "I think I'm going through withdrawal. Can you give me some more ecstasy? I really need it."

Jennifer smiled. "Well of course you do. That was the whole point. We've made you a junkie but we're not giving you another fix. So you're going to feel like shit and there's not a damn thing you can do about it."

Rocketgirl started sobbing again. Then she sniffled, trying to collect herself. "I understand. But there's...there's something else."

"Melissa's been asking for us to fuck her again," Tracy said with a bemused smile.

"Is that so?" Jennifer licked her lips and swayed her hips slowly as she walked up to the naked, bound ex-heroine. She leaned in so their cheeks were nearly touching. She nibbled Rocketgirl's ear, earning a whimper of pleasure from her. "I'm afraid that's not going to happen, darling," she whispered. "You're persona non grata to us now. But there is one thing we'll do for you."

She stepped back. Without breaking her gaze at Rocketgirl, she reached a hand out behind her. Tracy stepped up and handed Jennifer the nozzle of a garden hose. "This hose is attached to a 5,000 gallon tank," Jennifer said. "In that tank, we're collecting sperm samples from as many degenerates as we can find. All of our male customers, of course, as well as all the men you've imprisoned over the years. They've helped us expand our network, as well, so there are lots of sperm samples from plenty of convicted rapists, murderers, **** dealers, thugs, and other low-lifes. We got over 10,000 donations in the first week since we put the word out about our plan. We're hoping to fill the tank. And we're going to pump it all into your tight little pussy. With this."

Rocketgirl gasped in horror as Jennifer approached her. She squirmed and writhed on the X-frame but couldn't stop Jennifer from prying her labia apart with one hand and gently guiding the nozzle of the hose deep into her pussy with the other. Jennifer twisted a valve and a faint hissing could be heard across the room, then gradually coming up the hose. Rocketgirl squirmed more frantically now, trying to squeeze and push the hose out of her, but to no avail; Jennifer had pushed it well into her womb.

Rocketgirl watched helplessly as the substance in the hose crept closer and closer. "Please, no," she sobbed. "Please don't do this to me!"

Jennifer shook her head. "I want to watch you suffer."

Suddenly the hose began spurting a thick, cool gel into Rocketgirl's uterus. She jerked in surprise, then fell again to sobbing. "No, no, no," she mumbled as the hose continued to fill her womb with her enemies' sperm.

Jennifer smiled. "You've been **** for several days, and we fucked you for about a week before that. Based on our observations, you're probably about three weeks from ovulating. But we figured, why wait? We'll fill you up now, wait for it to soak in, then fill you up again. We'll put you through this cycle as long as it takes, as many times as it takes to get you pregnant."

Rocketgirl gulped. She looked down at the hose invading her body, then back up at Jennifer. "Well, you can stop now. It's filled up my uterus. Now it's just starting to leak out into my cervix."

"Ah, yes. That's where Ms Kyoto's expertise comes into play. Ms Kyoto, would you care to explain?"

The professor stepped out of the shadows. "Your body is very porous, Melissa," she explained clinically. "No two particles of matter ever truly touch, and there are tiny gaps between each of your cells. Your organs all have membranes through which to absorb what's necessary for survival. Your blood pumps nutrients throughout your body. Your cells are in a constant state of regeneration. Everything is connected to everything else. We figure we'll just completely saturate your body with the sperm. Then gradually your body will absorb all of it. Most of it will even find its way to your womb."

Some of the semen that had traveled down Rocketgirl's cervix began to drip down her legs. But she noted that Ms Kyoto appeared to be right -- she could feel semen beginning to seep into her stomach and the muscles in her thighs. She gagged a bit at first, but the nausea subsided. Still, the feeling was surreal.

"This is madness," she stammered. "This is insane! Why are you wasting your time doing this?"

"Oh, do shut up," Jennifer said, twisting the valve to its maximum pressure. The hiss increased in volume and Rocketgirl twitched as she felt the sperm pour into her body at a faster rate. "You were always such an insufferable little bitch."

By now, Rocketgirl's legs had filled with semen and it was steadily climbing inside her torso. She moaned in confused ecstasy as it began to pour into her mammaries; it had never occurred to her that she could be turned on from inside her erogenous zones.

Jennifer smirked. "Looks like it's not all bad, is it?"

Rocketgirl could flail her arms a bit still but her legs were now perfectly rigid. She glanced down and saw they appeared to be bloated, filled to the brim with semen and gradually expanding as more continued to pour into her body. Her legs were now too wide to provide any give in her bonds.

She gasped as the semen now rose in her throat. She rasped a whispered, "Please," before the semen filled up her mouth and started pouring out and dribbling down her chin.

"Close your mouth, dear," Jennifer said, pushing Rocketgirl's mouth closed for her. Jennifer stared into Rocketgirl's eyes and watched them each shed a single tear as semen began pouring out her nose. Then Rocketgirl's eyes became a bit foggier and thin traces of semen began pouring from her eyes in the tracks of her tears. Her ears, too, filled up with semen and it began trickling out.

Jennifer looked up for the telltale signs that Rocketgirl's arms had filled with semen -- they, too, expanded and stopped thrashing in their bonds. Then she waited another minute while Rocketgirl's skin began to turn foamy as semen leaked out from every pore of her body. Once Rocketgirl was completely cocooned in semen, Jennifer switched off the valve.

She glanced at a gauge on the side of the valve and told Rocketgirl, "In this first session, we've poured about 17 gallons of semen into your body. Like I said before, we'll wait until you've absorbed it all, then fill you up again. At this rate, I expect we'll need to fill you up about 300 times to get through the full 5,000 gallon tank. Then again, it may not take that long to impregnate you. We'll just have to wait and see."

She tossed the hose aside. Tracy resumed her post. Ms Kyoto and Jennifer headed for the stairs. When Jennifer reached the foot of the stairs, she turned and looked back and the semen-covered, immobile Rocketgirl. "Toodles!" she said, blowing her a kiss and then turning to head upstairs.