Major Pump Part 7

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The vision of Major Pump approaching towards him was more unsettling than Lex had imagined. First of all there was her appearance, which was completely hypnotic: she had everything that a prime-grade alpha bimbo fuckdoll had, and so much more, all together in one package. There was the deeply tanned, caramel-coloured skin, shining slickly in the light of the gym: the gorgeous, detailed tattoo work on her arms, ass, back and legs, the ripped, absolutely sculptured ab, a thick rack of deeply grooved ridges, the defined, bulging quads, and the monstrous, immensely huge, basketball-sized set of cans that jutted out of her chest, flesh stretched as tautly as possible over the protruding orbs.

But there was the confidence. The oozing, utterly assured and dominant attitude she was showing to all of them. She was a true cockbreaker, a cock destroyer, no doubt about that. No-one had ever treated these studs the way she was treating them, baiting them like bulls. Occasionally, in all their pasts, some stupid foolish e-slut or porno chick had tried to toy with them, tease them, play with fire, but they were all brought back to earth with a bump and put directly in their place, often with a thick coating of cum on their tits, faces and asses for good measure as they lay in a destroyed heap in the corner. Sometimes piled on top of other sluts.

Pump was clearly different. She had all of these bulls primed if not ready to bust already. The only question was, what was going to happen when the shackles were off.

As she came towards him, heels clicking on the floor, Lex glanced down the line. Ten massive studs, a wall of muscle, each of their immense dicks out, all of them drooling thick ropes of precum that dangled between their legs, some connected to the floor.

He took a quick glance the other way. There was one more beyond him, at the end of the line. He knew this as Vinicius, a Brazilian stud from the South American porno circuit. Sometimes they had multi-male single-female gangbangs down there – one pumped-up porn fuckdoll with a bubbly ass and massive tits that would tease fifty guys and then fuck them all together. The twist was, after taking all those guys all at the same time in every hole she had, at the end they would reveal one supreme alpha stud who had waited until the end. This one would be revealed by driving on in a car or bursting out of a huge cake or something similar, and that stud would take down the bitch one on one and fuck her brains out properly. Do what fifty other studs couldn’t.

That role was reserved for Vinicius. Perhaps that was why he had been placed at the end of the line.

Finally, they were face to face.

Pump’s gorgeous, nasty eyes, bore in to his.

‘Lex Ana-fucking-conda.’

‘That’s me.’ Lex said.

Pump’s ripe bimbo lips were hanging open voraciously. She shifted her weight from leg to leg smoothy, a slick stripped sashay move, as she spoke. Her tits were unbelievably huge up close. The biggest Lex had ever seen. But her waist was as ripped as it was possible to get. He could see the bulge of her massive ass behind her as she slid from side to side.

‘I was very interested to read your dossier,’ Pump said. ‘call me a pervert but every time there’s a medical complication involved I just seem to get all gooey thinking about the doctors and nurses that have to clean up the mess you leave behind you. What do they call it again?’

‘They call it Anaconda’s Palsy.’

Pump giggled. ‘That’s it. Anaconda’s palsy. How proud you must be to have had something named after you. Oh, those poor girls. What are the symptoms again?’

Pump leaned back, put her hands behind her back and flexed her pecs, making both of her monumental torpedo tits bounce and twerk hypnotically on her chest as she began her recitation.

‘Let’s see if I remember. Tangle with you and a bitch is never the same again. Spastic twitches, slurred speech, fear of snakes… quite a few of them walking with canes now, I understand. Lex, that thing should come with a health warning from what I’ve heard.’

‘It does,’ Lex said.

‘Well let’s fucking see it, then!’

Lex undid the button at the top of his camos and pulled down the zip of the fly.

‘Help yourself.’

‘Mmmmm… don’t mind if I do…’ Pump said.

She moved a step closer towards him so that their faces almost touched. Her massive tits pressed against Lex’s chest, and he could feel the hardness of her nipples and the incredible solidity and firmness of the spheroid melons sticking out of her torso. Then, very slowly, she went down until she was level with his groin.

Lex looked down. So far down the line there had been a symphony of trouser explosions and extravagant reveals of the assembled alpha studs’ junk. He hadn’t planned anything in advance, and was genuinely unsure of what to do at this point. All he knew what that there was a log down his trousers. A solid log, a huge one. Lex was six feet nine and pure muscle. But one of his legs was clearly bigger than the other.

‘Fuck,’ Pump said, ‘Fuck!’

She looked up at him. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes were popping out of her head, and her brow was furrowed in a picture of absolute shock.

‘It’s FUCKING HUGE!!!!’

The stacked fuckdoll looked back at Lex’s legs. His left one had a bulge the size of a wine bottle going all the way from the groin to the knee, and beyond. The fabric on the trouser leg was stretched to capacity. The thing was thick.

The zip was splayed and now undone wasn’t ever going back up again.

‘Come on stud. Help me out.’

Pump salaciously ran one index finger with a perfect nail all the way down the bulge, outlining it, and then, on her way back up, slid her palm up the bulge. It was hot. But it didn’t throb as she was expecting. It felt so completely solid. There was no way she could get purchase on anything so tight. Her nails scrabbled at the fabric but the pressure was so extreme there was no way Pump could heft the camos down even a little bit, tugging at the waistband as she then did.

‘Got a baseball bat down here?’

Anaconda looked down.

‘Try the other end.’

That brought a lot of deep-chested, full-throated whoops and cheers from the rest of the line.

Pump’s expression changed from one of shock and astonishment to one of satisfied complicity. She smiled.

‘Well let’s just see about that…’

The huge-canned fitness fuckdoll relinquished her hold of Lex’s waistband, and instead went to his ankle. Experimentally, she pulled at the trouser leg of the camo combat, and started to pull it up. Slowly, expectantly, like someone taking a peek at a birthday present, she got the fabric up to Lex’s powerful calf and then, with a quick glance upwards, struggled the material up over a massive bulge.

‘FUCK ME!!!!’

She looked up at him.

‘Just fuck me.’

She looked back down. The stacked hardbody had revealed the head of Lex’s member. It was there against his shin, around the middle of his calf, hanging about five inches below his knee.

‘You’ve got to be kidding.’

Her mouth was hanging open.

‘That’s why they call it getting crushed by the snake,’ Lex said.

With a swift movement, he got a grip on the combats and pulled them all the way down so they pooled at his feet. His immense, black, monolithic fuck-organ, completely rigid, the length and thickness of one and a half wine bottles laid end to end shot upwards and hammered into Pump’s chin in an uppercut swing with the same thick and satisfying crunch of a frozen lettuce being swatted with a two-by four. Major Pump’s whole head was punched backwards from the impact, but she did not fall flat on her ass. Instead, when her head came back, the ginormous, rock-hard elephantine fuck-cannon continued its sweep upwards, flailed up around Lex’s torso, and then sailed back down so that the huge, heavy, thick, spongy round head smacked dead in the centre of the bra-busting bimbo fuckdoll’s face.

SPLATTTTTTTT –

To her immense credit, Pump didn’t flinch or react in any other way. She loved it. Her eyes were craning cross eyed to get a good look at the tip of the monster black hog that was propped on her nose.

Engaging his pc muscle, Lex clenched his groin, and managed to lift the inhumanly distended and monstrously inflated member, glossy, thick, black, branched with veins upwards. He pulled it up so that the obscene organ rose six inches, and then let go so that it fell deadweight once again on the cock-struck whore.

STUDs that had already been inspected before were now stroking their own glistening lengths expectantly. They knew there wasn’t long to go. Lex hadn’t ever doubted his own capacities, but he felt a surge of brutish alpha pride swarm through him at not only impressing pump, but the rest of the crew.

‘I think I might need a bit of a help out from under this thing,’ Pump said, ‘anyone know a crane company we can call?’ she giggled huskily.

‘Fucking slut,’ Lex said.

‘Thanks,’ Pump said.

On the end of the line, Vinicius had taken matters into his own hands.

‘NNghghhg…nghghhghg….nghghghhh…’

‘Fuck…’ Pump slid her eyes from the drooling bell-end that was on top of her face to the final STUD candidate.

Everyone looked down the line.

Vinicius hadn’t been able to wait. He was a broad, big-shouldered, huge-armed stud with a crew cut and a whole tapestry of tattoos crawling all over his bulging body, but Major Pump’s display evidently had been too much for him. Vinicius had ripped open his camo trousers and produced a monster cock of enormous dimensions, a behemoth vascular schlong that was crowded with veins and thick as a beer can, and he had both hands applied to it, one holding it at the base and the other sliding up and down the listening manhammer, edging himself with twists at the end.

At first lew thought the guy was talking Portuguese, but it turned out it was just gooning babble.

‘NNghghghgh… nghghghhhh…’

Pump stood and approached the final stud in the line.

‘All been too much for you, has it Vinicius?’

Vinicius’s eyes were almost half-lidded and fixed on Pump, but he was obviously bleary and consumed in a hypnotic stroke-state as he watched the gorgeous whore. Some of the other STUDs in the line were stroking their monster hogs, but they had already been seen to and inspected. They had made the grade. Vinicius had all the hallmarks of another Maggot.

Lex took a step away from Vinicius in the line as Pump got in front of him, hands on hips and fixed him with a steely stare.

‘Fucking pig,’ she said, ‘gooning your fucking brains out like a little stroke pig in front of me. Fucking pathetic. This is why we have the ready-line, Vinicius. To weed out fucking weak little perverts like you.’

Vinicius, shamelessly and helplessly, kept gooning, stroking and edging his mega schlong. By now his jaw was slack, his tongue was hanging out and drool was dribbling off his chin. His posture was hunched, and his breathing was ragged and arrhythmic.

‘You’ll never make a STUD operative. You’re going to go the same way as Maggot. Yes you are. You’re going to empty yourself. Right now.’

Wheezing, Vinicius reached out his left hand and clawed dumbly at Major Pump’s eye-popping hooters. She let him glide his palm and fingers over the utterly monstrous, perfect round spheres, the gooning stud making gagging noises as he registered how firm and taut the globes were, the size of basketballs, unable to encompass enough of the surface of the knockers to get a firm grip on them.

‘Better enjoy this fucking orgasm because after I’ve finished with you it’ll be the last you ever have. You’ll never be able to get it up again. Those poor nurses back there, you’ll be no good to them!’

‘NNNGHGHGHG!!!’

‘Five – four – three – two –‘

‘NNNGHGHGHGH!’

‘one…’

Vinicius jerked his dick frenziedly, going from root to tip, but as soon as Pump got to ‘one’ he released it and made a serious of curious gagging sounds. His hands hung by his sides.

Pump stepped aside.

Without it being touched, Vinicius’s monster phallus exploded in a gout of heavy spunk that jetted from the tip of the dick and shot fifteen feet across the room. The long beam of creamy white semen made a thick splatting sound as it landed on the floor, and it stretched in one unbroken line from fifteen feet away to the stud’s toes.

Vinicius’s tongue lolled.

Another, then another, then another came out, as spray after spray of boiling, thick white loin syrup ejected fiercely from the blunt bell-end of his dick and splattered onto the floor one after another. Ribbons of cum were flooding out, catching serious air, projecting past Major Pump’s dick and smacking onto the floor. Lex counted at least twenty five. Through it all Vinicius was shaking, shuddering, convulsing, barely keeping upright, and his goliath, bloated, utterly rigid and pulsating shaft was catapulting blast after blast onto the floor. Some of the lines connected on the floor.

When it was over, Vinicius’s dick started to pulse rather than spasm, and then droplets dripped out of the tip of his bell end, getting slower and slower until they were long, heavy ropes that eased to the floor.

‘Fucking bitch,’ Pump said.

She stayed there.  

‘I hope you’re all watching this,’ Pump announced.

Lex watched as Vinicius’s huge, bloated, overextended member started to soften, losing its rigidity until it was no longer sticking in front of him. In under a minute it had flopped, and dangled between the legs of the exhausted man.

Pump stepped more fully to the side.

The Brazilian post stud’s huge body weaved forwards, then back, then forwards, and then conclusively toppled. He didn’t have the strength to break his fall. Vinicius’s face smashed into the cum-splattered gym floor. The crash reverberated throughout the room, and cracks spidered out of the impact in the wood near the fallen stud’s face.

‘Cleanup in the gym!’ Pump called.

As before, a pair of latex-clad bimbo nurses came out of the swing doors behind the group. The pair were like walking porno-fetish sluts from a hospital, latex caps with X’s on their heads, one with fire-engine read hair and an undercut and the other a blonde with a peroxide buzz cut. They had oiled-up shiny elbow length fingerless vinyl gloves, skintight red PVC aprons that were pushed out by their enormous spheroid hooters, red skintight latex stockings and big broad-brimmed thigh-length PVC boots with platform soles and eight-inch heels.

They grabbed Vinicius by his feet and dragged him into the infirmary.

Pump dusted her hands together in a ‘that’s that’ motion.

She had their attention now.

‘Alright you fucking freaks. You made it through inspection. Two of you decided that you didn’t want to join the fun and games, but there’s ten of you left and that ain’t bad. From now on the rules are simple. One of me, ten of you. If you’re still alive at the end you’ll be given a commission to join the STUD agency.’

She licked her lips.

‘And to start things off, I want you all in my face. Now.’