Our monstercocked smuggler catches the eye of two size-queen sluts

Rayne smiled and looked away from the massive screen and the equally massive slut dominating it. As much as he enjoyed looking at her, he needed to make contact with the local rebels and he wasn’t really in the mood to shred another pair of trousers just yet. Instead, he kept moving, letting the energy soar throughout his body as his enhancements continued to stir back to life. The stiffness was still there, serving as a sort of physical background noise as he moved, and would take more than just a nice meal and a good night’s sleep to get rid of.

As Rayne switched from walking along the byway to instead follow along the side of a sixteen-file superhighway sunken into the ground and leading off towards the heart of the hive city, the absurdity of the situation really struck him. Darvon might have been a dump, but he was there and about to enter a hive city – on foot, no less – while right next to him autonomous road trains rolled past on their way into the city. Each big, great behemoth – rolling along on at least a dozen pairs of wheels as tall as Rayne – had a decal on the front of their windowless cabins and on their sides, like heraldic marks, and were painted in recurring schemes, perhaps a dozen in all. Spread in amongst them were normal passenger cars going along at a steady and uniform pace, suggesting that they were on auto-pilot as well, which in turn explained how a 200-foot Kittykat Lust could be suspended above them without half of them crashing into each other.

Meanwhile, Rayne remained far from alone in walking on the wide, poorly patched up stretch pavement directly adjacent to the far wider road, as people surrounded him on all sides, all of them trundling along towards the city. When he glanced around, he could see signs of the sharply hierarchical nature of Darvon society, and not just because a substantial portion of the wandering masses were dressed in little more than rags. More telling were the many who wore signs of old injuries that could easily be healed with normal medical technology. Rayne was accustomed to the loss of an eye or a finger being an easy thing to rectify through lab grown replacements, but the man currently next to him was sporting a patch over his left eye, and in front of a young woman in a dirty dress was clutching a cloth bag with a hand that was missing its pinkie and ring finger.

The foot journey went on for another hour, and brought Rayne into the city and into the shadows cast by the huge towers stretching their way into the skies. Stopping close to where the superhighway dipped into a tunnel that would allow the road trains to deliver their cargo directly to the towers’ subterranean levels, Rayne stepped out of the stream of pedestrians and walked up to the wall of the first big transit hub that he’d encountered. As the sound of the elevated trains up above mixed with those of the subway trains below and they were both mixed in with the steady tapping of feet and the cars and trucks going past.

For the last fifteen minutes, the crowd walking into the hive city had slowly been shrinking as they passed several points where armed, uniformed guards and bright young men and women in expensive clothing were stationed by large hoverjets that mirrored the trucks in their paint schemes and markings. At each station, dozens would leave the stream of pedestrians and step up to join the line of people leading up to the ostentatiously well-dressed functionaries. At the front of the line, each would be questioned and checked with hand-held bioreaders, and either be allowed onto the hoverjets or be sent off to rejoin the crowd with a dejected look upon their face.

Closing his eyes again, Rayne slowly turned his first right, then left. Taking the form of a small bump – barely thick enough to be felt with one’s fingertip, the size of a small birthmark and just a shade darker than the surrounding skin – was a biological compass, another of the enhancements that he’d undergone. As it activated, it began sending out soft pulses down his spine, becoming stronger as it located Darvon’s magnetic north pole, then stronger still as it guided Rayne until he was looking north. Good, now he knew which way he should be facing, and all that he needed to do next was to make sure that he could be spotted.

Walking round the back of the transit hub – which had its second, third and fourth storey walls covered with a row of holoscreens pumping out commercials to compete with the bigger ones that flickered against the sides of the towers – Rayne found that the crowd thinned out substantially as he came upon a small square next to a large and largely abandoned parking lot.

The square was little more than a flat, open stretch of concrete dominated by a plinth in the centre from which another pseudo-holographic projection rose up, and although this one was a more modest twenty feet in height, it too was depicting a huge-titted, sexy woman. Her looks, especially her face with its high cheekbones, narrow eyes and plump lips collaborating to produce an expression of raw, scorching lust and which was framed by straight strands of hair so pale as to be almost white, made it so abundantly clear that she was a complete and total slut that the patchwork of cum-ropes on, around and beneath her round, perfect tits as they protruded out far from the rest of her lithe, toned body almost seemed unnecessary. Apart from the jizz mesh top, the woman was wearing precious little, just a gold belly chain encircling her teeny waist and a pair of transparent platform sandals with their stiletto heels facing each other as she stood fixed in a proud stance that involved her chest being thrust out even further than normal and her dainty hands resting on her wide hips.

The highly sexualized nature of Darvon society was further displayed to Rayne both by the appearance of the blonde Asian titqueen and the words “Katyusha Blitz, Winner of Cum Bowl XXI” upon which her heeled feet appeared to be standing. Whatever it took to win that particular competition, Katyusha looked like she had it in spades. If the scale was correct, the blonde Asian pornslut was quite short – probably around five and a half feet without her stiletto heels – and equipped with a pair of tits that were not only flawless in shape but gigantic in size, especially when coupled with her petite stature.

Ignoring both the continued soreness of his body and the urge to keep watching the giant holographic woman towering over him, Rayne activated his internal compass again and turned until the pulsing reached its peak, at which he point he kept turning until he was facing Northwest.

“Now lets see if you’re out there,” Keeping his voice a low whisper, Rayne concentrated on his cock. Thanks to the twenty foot tall image of Katyusha, now positioned behind his right shoulder, he was at least semi-erect and getting harder, which meant that all he had to do was to flex his PC muscle three times over to have his right trouser leg fill up while its hem jerked upwards due to the throbs coursing through his thick schlong.

500 meters away, Dixxxie moaned hard. The rifle scope – mounted not on a weapon but on a tripod mounted on table placed far enough into the apartment to minimize the risk of it and her being spotted – had a 20x zoom and a light enhancement system, but at the moment she wished it would have had X-ray vision too. When she’d first been told of the manner in which the smuggler would identify herself, she’d bit her lips, rubbed her thighs together and asked Maxxxie if she was kidding. But now here she was, her bald pussy getting wet while she looked through the scope at the outline of a massive cock that had just contracted three times over in rapid succession.

A horny slut as well as a committed rebel convinced that Darvon needed to change, Dixxxie was currently feeling severely undersexed. The apartment belonged to a rebel sympathizer, and while he did possess a yummy ten-inch cock and knew how to use it, he’d just finished a sixteen-hour shift when Dixxxie showed up to use his apartment and consequently hadn’t been able to treat her and her firm, full, heart-shaped ass to the marathon fuck session that she was always **** for.

Frozen in place staring through the scope, Dixxxie began petting her pussy and moaned louder and harder when the handsome stud she was watching flexed his cock three times over again, her juices pouring onto her fingers as she watched that mammoth length of fuckmeat stretch the inside of the man’s pants. It was fucking huge, that much Dixxxie was sure of, and could quite possibly be the biggest cock she’d ever seen. As the thought that very soon that dick would be stretching her asshole whilst going deeper inside her than any before it made her pussy flutter, Dixxxie endeavoured to get dressed and get going.

“Of course working in the smelting complex was hard work,” Satisfied that he’d given the signal twice, Rayne instead turned his attention towards the forty feet tall holoscreen mounted onto the wall of the transit hub facing the square just as a man’s voice could be heard streaming through the loudspeakers hooked up to it.

“But it was all worth it,” The holoscreen had been displaying a still picture of a man’s wrinkled face, the right side of which was badly burnt, but now it morphed to a recording of the same man, although the wrinkles and scar tissue were gone, his nose had been straightened, his skin going from yellowish to sporting a deep tan and his teeth whitened as he smiled into the camera, “Because after years of doing my share and giving my all for the benefit of the House Board, I was elevated.”

The picture zoomed out to reveal that the man was lying on a lounger next to a pool, with two busty, bikini-clad women working oil onto his naked, muscular body while a third was leaning in over his legs, her tits nearly spilling out of her flimsy bikini top as she sucked on his balls.

“House Turald looks after its proletarians,” Another male voice cut in as the man on the screen laid back and enjoyed himself, “Last month, over one-hundred were elevated to middle management and received extensive physical and mental rehabilitation.”

“Work hard, meet your quota and obey orders, and you too can lead a life like this,” the second voice urged the viewer as the two other women switched from rubbing oil onto the man’s chest to instead suck on his cock, one wrapping her lips round its head while the other ran her tongue against veins that popped out from its brawny shaft.

“Rehabilitation, huh?” Rayne allowed himself a grimace at the obvious modifications that the man up on the screen had undergone. The promise of that plus wealth and a hedonistic lifestyle was apparently a vital part of how the Heliots kept control over the masses.

****

“FUCK!” Gina was no longer in the exercise room of the desert smuggler base, but in their living room, where she was lying on her back on top a table, having just squirted courtesy of Aeshey’s fast and steady reaming of her ass. Right next to Gina, Lynx was doing the exact same thing in response to Lucian’s massive fuckpiece being speared in far, far past her sphincter. While the two sluts finished their curiously coordinated anal orgasms and savoured the thick plumes of precum being pumped deep into their bowels by the pair of studs, the screen mounted on the wall was showing the feeds captured by the base security cameras over the last few days. To make it easier for Gina, it was being played upside down so she could survey it without having to get down on her hands and knees on the floor.

“Stretch my ass with that monstercock!” Lynx shrieked, the top-heavy vixen obviously enjoying herself immensely, as evidenced by the amount of her juices already glued to Lucian’s front, to which he responded with a dark grunt before throwing himself against her ass a little harder still.

“Subject identified,” A smooth female voice spoke up through the screen’s speakers as the imagery froze and focused in on a tall, blonde and rather handsome man that had just walked off a shuttle and into the desert hangar. Before playing the footage, Gina had hooked the screen up to an advanced facial recognition program that the Agency had developed and which came in handy at times like these, as it used a few hundred reference points and matched them against a database containing trillions of identity cards, criminal records, military service records and whatnot.

“Fuck!” Lowering her voice, Gina focused on the man on the screen, but she didn’t tell Aeshey to slow down and she didn’t stop playing with her huge, bronzed knockers.

“Nick Rayne, declared person of interest in three Celestial Steppe Confederacy investigations, known ties the GDW, known associate of Velicia Vonweh, target of a shot on sight policy issued by the Ethereal Empire of Peace,” the female voice began listing all the information on said Nick Rayne.

“That’s him!” Gina declared, as the voice kept droning on, “That’s the guy!”

“Good!” Suddenly pulling out of Lynx’s ass, Lucian picked her up before she’d had a chance to spring up onto her feet and cram his dick back inside her ringpiece and carried her with her as he rounded the table.

“Shove that slut’s pussy in my face, stud!” No longer needing to watch the footage, Gina could focus on enjoying herself, at both ends, “Fuck my ass like you mean it, Aeshey!”

It was the last thing Gina said before Lucian dumped Lynx on top of her, with the brunette’s drenched pussy positioned above her face for the few seconds it took Lucian to line the flared crown of his schlong up against Lynx’s ringpiece and shove his way back inside her. When he did, he slammed his hips forwards and downwards to drive Lynx’s pussy down harder against Gina, who opened her mouth to accept the latest gusher of girlcum to exit the other slut’s pink snatch.

****

Rayne took a quick look around as the commercial ended and the vast screen went black, but it was just he and the super-sized depiction of Katyusha Blitz present on the square, and his eyes drifted back towards the screen as it flared back to life with another hologram.

This time, Rayne groaned, and it wasn’t due to retinal fatigue. One look at Kittykat Lust earlier was enough that he’d recognize her even with her right cheek vastly distorted and bulging outwards, all thanks to the head of the fat cock that she was sucking on as she sat on her haunches, clad in just a pair of stripper sandals and a silver-studded black leather belt slung round her tits in lieu of a proper top. Spitting the cockhead out of her mouth as the camera zoomed in on her face, the black-haired vixen threw a devastatingly sultry glance across the square.

“I’ll suck the cock of any guy that drives the new Weyland-Knopfschmertz Warrior King,” Kittykat announced, and just like her appearance her voice was pure sex, each word that rolled off her tongue causing Rayne’s dick to fill with more blood.

Taking the head of the cock that had been rubbing against her right cheek while she spoke back into her mouth, Kittykat sucked on it with gusto and the square was bombarded with the evocatively obscene sounds of her slurping away at its head. Then, after her cheek had rippled from a high-powered blast of precum smacking against it from inside her mouth, she pulled back off it to deliver another line.

“Ad so will these whores...” After delivering a line that made Rayne’s trousers moan at the strain that they were suddenly under, Kittykat tossed her head over her shoulder and had the camera follow her to reveal a line of at least a few dozen busty sluts disappearing off into the distance, each of them dressed in a revealing outfit that showed off far more skin than it covered and on her knees sucking cock.

“And if you get the V8 model,” Kittykat slid back into view, now with one hand underneath the shaft of the same cock while she lapped at its crown with her tongue, “My ass is yours!”

“Mmm,” Flashing her long eyelashes at the camera, Kittykat took the cock back in her mouth and spent a few seconds sucking on it eagerly, “And it tastes fucking delicious.”

The forty feet tall screen flashed black for a fraction of a second, before revealing Kittykat still in the same outfit, but now with her head thrown back as she sat on her knees surrounded by at least a dozen men, the sexy pornslut’s ecstatic cries blending in with the sound of hefty discharges of cum smacking against her voluptuous frame as each man pumped his cock like a madman for her. Most of them were aiming at her upturned face, and half a dozen cocks were virtually on top of it as they all produced one fat burst of semen after another

“The Weyland-Knopfschmertz Warrior King,” An excessively smooth male voice cut in, although the lustful screams and jizz blasts could still be heard underneath it, “The premier choice for all executives.”

As the voice faded away, Rayne’s trousers received a stay of execution as his cock ceased coiling up and throbbing when the image changed to reveal a vast monstrosity of a car, easily ten feet tall. Curiously, no price was mentioned, but then on Darvon they probably weren’t selling the car so much as the idea that you could one day own it if the Heliots deemed you worthy.

“Nothing’s better for my skin than cum,” The relief for Rayne’s trousers proved to be short-lived as the screen was filled with a close-up of Katyusha Blitz’ face. Much like every public holoscreen in the hive city seemed to be a battleground between her and Kittykat Lust, the ridiculously hot Asian babe’s voice was just as evocative as her black-haired counterpart’s, being both more girlish and more obviously filthy than that of her rival. Naturally, there was a cock intruding from the left of the screen, with Katyusha proving that she could multi task by jerking it at same time as she addressed the camera.

“But when there’s no big, fat monstercocks around to stretch this cumwhore’s holes wide and whitewash my hot little fuckdoll body, I use EverYoung Formula 69,” Katyusha announced, as the stiffness seemed on the verge of conquering Rayne’s body, and took the cock deep into her maw, producing a sharp gagging noise for the benefit of her audience when she crammed it into her throat.

“EverYoung Formula 69,” Since Katyusha was obviously busy, again a male speaker butted in, “8 out of 10 porn sluts use it to stay young.”

“Bring this dirty, cum-loving whore a jar of EverYoung Formula 69, and she’ll drop down and show you why she won the House Carragee Miss Deepthroat three years in a row,” the speaker continued, while Katyusha was pushing her head forwards and giving every sign that she wasn’t going to stop until she’d swallowed every inch of that cock.

The sound of screeching tires caused Rayne to turn round, which he did just in time to see a sleek car come to a halt in the parking lot. Ensuring that his roids were working and doing a quick scan of the surrounding area, he began to move towards the car.

He stopped when the driver side door was flung open and a woman came jumping out of the car, the stiletto heels of her white stripper sandals clicking rapidly against the concrete ground coming towards Rayne before he’d even gotten a first proper look at her.

When he did, he needed a truly minuscule amount of time to decide that he approved wholeheartedly of her appearance. Equipped with smooth, bronzed skin that glistened in the light casts by neon signs and the giant holo screens, the woman had her platinum blonde hair cut into a short but thick mohawk. Her eyes were hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, her plump lips were painted pink, and her lustful grimace meant that her pearly teeth were showing.

Beyond her gorgeous face, the woman stood out by having a toned physique with discreet but powerful-looking muscles that combined with her graceful movement to give her something of the appearance of some big, exotic cat, while leading the way for the rest of her was a pair of giant titties, squeezed into a pink mesh top and surrounded by an olive drab jacket that had its buttons torn out and its hemline running along the lowest pair of her ribs. And even from up front, Rayne could tell that she had an ass that matched her mouth-watering tits, and which was currently encased in a pair of denim shorts with frays hanging off it and slits cut into what little remained of them after the radical trim-down that they’d undergone.

In short, as far as he was concerned, the slut that was making her way towards Rayne belonged up there on one of those giant screens.

“Babe,” Dixxxie greeted the handsome, big-dicked stud with a wide grin, then pushed herself up against him, wrapped her arms round his neck, and shoved her tongue into his mouth, not missing a beat when she pulled back some time later to add, “You ready to powerfuck this anal-loving slut all night long?”

“Believe it, slut,” After his contact had given him her part of the agreed upon exchange of phrases that would serve as identification – the kiss was an unexpected but very appreciated bonus – Rayne reciprocated with his own, “I’m gonna make you scream my name, you super-sexy fucking whore.”

On his last mission, the code phrases had revolved around the proper caring for of livestock. Rayne preferred this.

“I think I’m in love,” No longer talking after any predetermined script, Dixxxie took a long step back and let her gaze sweep down along the bulging outline of Rayne’s cock, her grin transforming into a big, beaming smile when she realized that that wasn’t a second, larger kneecap located some distance below the first, “Come on, the car’s over here.”

“So remind me, stud,” Dixxxie purred after sliding in next to Rayne and wrapping an arm round his waist, “How fucking big is that horsecock you’re packing?”

“I’m not going to tell you,” Now a few paces away from the car, which they approaching on the driver’s side, Rayne halted and shoot the severely stacked, superbly hot blonde a smile, “I’m going to show you.”

Dixxxie was still looking at Rayne’s smiling face when the sound of cloth ripping came to over her over the sounds of trains, trucks and holographic shilling and made her look down. She did so just in time to catch Rayne’s right trouser leg disintegrate, becoming little more than fragments of torn fabric that briefly resembled a low hanging cloud directly in front of them before being scattered by the absolutely colossal slab of cockmeat that came springing up until it was projecting out horizontally far, far in front of him.

Dixxxie was silent and had temporarily lost the ability to blink, her jaw hanging and her pupils dilating behind her shades as she took in what was easily the biggest, thickest monstercock that she’d ever seen, her pussy juicing something fierce, her heart pounding and her teeny anus contracting as she stared at its plump crown somewhere off in the distance.

Rayne closed his eyes for a second before proceeding to unleash a long stretch of precum that came rushing out through his pisshole and grew longer to cover a span of more than a foot from tip to end, and which went flying forwards through the open car door to smack against the front passenger window. Dixxxie moaned, hard.

“Babe,” Rayne was pretty much growling as the process of first going days without sex and then being subjected first to two holographic sluts, then finally another one in the flesh had him on the edge of losing control, “Get in the car.”

Still trying to process the vastness of the cock which she had in front of her, Dixxxie moaned again, and felt like she was going to cum the second she moved.