Hydrant warmer

Amy looked down at the frosty ground, her breath misting in the cold winter air. The world around her was a monochrome of greys and whites, broken only by the occasional pop of color from the distant traffic lights or the neon signs of shuttered shops. She was petite, barely five feet tall, with a figure that could be mistaken for a doll's. Her youthful face, framed by a thick mane of auburn hair, was pinched with a hint of cold and confusion. Dressed in a short skirt and a crop top that exposed her midriff, she was woefully underdressed for the season. Yet, she felt no shiver of cold, thanks to the strange warmth that had taken residence in her core, a gift from the new world order.

Her eyes, a vibrant shade of green, searched the horizon for the next task that lay before her. The assignment had come through the government-issued NanoCom, a device embedded in her wrist, a few hours ago. "Warm fire hydrants," it had said, and so here she was, in the early hours of a biting morning, ready to serve her community. She had just turned 18, and the world had changed in more ways than one. The nanomachines had seen to that. They had transformed the very essence of human existence, reshaping the fabric of society in their creator's twisted image. Amy had heard the whispers about the scientist, the one they called the "Stretcher," but she had never paid them much heed. Until now.

The metal hydrant stood tall and proud, a silent sentinel of civilization against the onslaught of winter. It gleamed in the moonlight, a stark contrast to the snow-covered sidewalks. She approached it tentatively, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and fear. This was her first day of community service, and she had no idea what was expected of her. The instructions had been vague, but she knew she had to do as she was told. The alternative was unthinkable.

As she neared the hydrant, she noticed a group of men huddled nearby, their eyes glinting with a hunger she hadn't seen before. They were all muscular, tall, and broad-shouldered, their breaths creating plumes of mist in the frosty air. They watched her approach with eager anticipation, and she swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way their gazes lingered on the stretch of her bare midriff. When she was within earshot, one of them spoke up, his voice gruff and commanding. "You're here to warm the hydrant, right?" He leered, his teeth flashing in a predatory smile.

Her eyes widened as she realized what they had in mind. The warmth in her core grew stronger, and she felt an involuntary quiver between her legs. The nanomachines had made it impossible for her to refuse, and the mental suggestion that came with them whispered dark desires into the recesses of her mind. She nodded, her voice trembling. The men grinned, their eyes gleaming with excitement as they moved closer.

One of them stepped forward, a towering giant with a thick, veiny cock that seemed to defy the laws of nature. He grabbed the base of it, stroking it to full hardness. "You know the drill, sweetheart," he said, his breath hot on her face. "Take this in, and it'll warm up the hydrant in no time."

Amy's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but she knew better than to protest. The nanomachines had programmed her to be compliant, to serve the sexual needs of the men around her. She bent over, her skirt riding up to expose her round, firm ass to the chilly air. The cold metal of the fire hydrant was a shock against her warm, wet sex, but she gritted her teeth and pushed back, taking the tip of the hydrant. It was a struggle at first, but the relentless pressure and her body's newfound elasticity made it possible.

The men watched, their eyes widening as the hydrant began to disappear inside her. They offered encouragement, their rough hands pushing and guiding her hips back and forth. The first few inches slid in with surprising ease, but as the top grew wider, she felt a resistance she hadn't anticipated. She bit her lip, trying not to let out a whimper. One of the men stepped forward, his hands on her hips, and began to drive the hydrant in deeper. She felt a stretch that was both painful and exhilarating, her body adapting to the unnatural intrusion. The others gathered around, their own arousal apparent in their bulging pants.

"Come on, you can take it," another one urged, his breath hot against her ear. He was right; she could feel the warmth spreading from her core, the nanomachines working their magic, making it possible for her to accommodate the impossible. The hydrant pushed against her cervix, and she felt a pop as it slid into her womb. The pressure was immense, her belly swelling outwards to take the shape of the cold metal. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of fear and arousal that sent a shiver down her spine.

Her ass was pushed into the snow, the cold stinging her cheeks as the men took turns fucking her with the hydrant. The protrusions on its side dug into her flesh, stretching her even further than she thought possible. She could feel her asshole strain around the thick shaft, her pussy clenching and unclenching with each thrust. The sound of her body taking the hydrant was obscene, a wet smacking noise that echoed through the empty streets. She wanted to scream, to push them away, but the nanomachines had seen to it that she could only moan and whimper, her cries of pain mingling with those of their pleasure.

The men were relentless, pushing her down so that her pussy was pressed into the icy ground, the hydrant's nozzle buried deep within her. Her eyes watered from the cold and the pressure, but she could feel the warmth of their excitement as they watched her stretch and take it all in. The pain grew with each thrust.

The leader of the pack grabbed her by the throat, his grip firm but not quite cutting off her air. He leaned in, his breath a warm contrast to the cold. "Take it all," he whispered, "like a good little slut." His words were a twisted mantra, echoing through the night, and she found herself nodding in response, the urge to resist swallowed by the overwhelming need to obey.

One by one, the men lined up, their monstrous cocks standing at attention, eager to take their turn.The first man stepped up, his cock thick and slick with pre-cum, and without a moment's hesitation, shoved it into her mouth. Amy gagged as it filled her throat, the girth of it pushing down her tongue. The hydrant inside her pussy didn't allow for much movement, so she could only take the cock in with the shallowest of throat bobs.

The second and third men didn't bother waiting. They grabbed her by the hips and pushed their own cocks into her stretched asshole. The triple penetration was unbearable, Her moans grew louder around the thick cock in her throat, muffled sounds that only served to excite the men further.

They face fucked her without mercy, their cocks slamming into her like pistons, stretching her mouth and asshole to the limits. Her eyes watered and her nose ran, but she couldn't pull away. The hydrant in her pussy kept her pinned to the ground, her belly bulging outwards in a grotesque parody of pregnancy. She could feel her body adjusting, the nanomachines working tirelessly to keep her open, to allow the men to use her without restraint.

Days turned into a blur as Amy was moved from one hydrant to the next. The cold metal was a constant presence in her life, a symbol of her newfound servitude. Her skin grew bruised and chafed from the constant ****, but she never felt pain for long. The nanomachines were always there, patching her up, making sure she was ready for the next round of community service. The men came in all shapes and sizes, some gentle, others brutal, but they all took what they wanted, filling her with their seed until she was a sticky mess of cum and sweat.