The Hive

Time Unknown

The Hive

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Donna woke up in near blackness, the inky cold of... Somewhere.... Gripping her body. She was naked, so far as she could tell, though the sensation of belts of warmth bundling her, specifically around her forearms, calves, hips, and something around her thighs, was prominent. Not all of her skin was exposed, she decided, though she knew most of it was. Cold air danced across her nipples, bringing them to attention, and felt almost good as it danced over the most lips of her uncovered pussy.

Donna moaned.

There was another sensation that followed that of hot and cold; something moved inside of her. It wasn't wholly unpleasant, more of a satisfying pressure, something natural though she knew it surely wasn't. Donna stayed quiet, reserved her emotions as she thought. What had happened? She thought about the communications center. Todd hadn't showed up. Something else had...

She remembered the vent, then, and her pussy spasmodiccally clenched. She thought about the monster that had been at the comm equipment, that had chased her into the vent. The monster that had torn her clothes away, called its friends, gang **** her. She coughed at that memory. Her cunt drew up and throbbed with satisfaction. She thought she may orgasm. But the cough, that was for her throat. The cock she had swallowed halfway or more to her stomach. Mucus rumbled in her throat and the taste of... Of...

Cum.

Donna was a swallower. Always had been. She sucked dick like she'd made it up, like her life depended in getting a belly full of jizz. Truth be told she'd rather it go in her belly that way than mother nature's preordained method but, alas, that wasn't always meant to be.

So her she was.

Naked.

In the dark.

Knocked up by monsters.

The little ones inside her squirmed as she though about them. Yes, she liked her belly full of cum but had to admit there was something oddly, disgustingly satisfying about her current predicament. That cum was still in her belly this way, she decided... And oohh... What it was doing....

She moaned, gasped as her pussy tightened again, this time an orgasm shuttering through her body, shaking her to her very core. Her belly tightened as it did so. How many were in there? It felt like... Three? Maybe four? Two big ones or, hell, maybe just one big one. Should couldn't say for sure.

She shifted her weight. She was definitely strapped up to the wall, but with what? Her back pressed hard against something steel, and her legs were up, spread eagle to make access to her easier... And she supposed birth would be easier this way, too.

Birth. How deliciously satisfying the thought. She struggled against her restraints for no other reason than to get her arm free, to feel the gravid swell of her womb, to feel her cunt which felt so hot, wet...

Empty...

The resin that held her left hand gave way and she brought her hand down over her stomach. It was swollen, not quite to term but swollen nevertheless. She knew instinctively it had much further to go, and the thought excited her. Her hand came down, her fingers dazzling her clit.

She moaned.

Someone else moaned in the distance...