New (Old) Material Part 3 - Succubi!

Anya told Clarity about her life as a warrioress with haughtiness and dignity, about the encounter with the sand scorpion, and her accidental meeting with Gemma and Jack. Clarity seemed to accept her story as a gesture of womanly solidarity.

“Very well. So it was blind luck that you happened to stumble across our facility. Ideally, we’d like to keep our location hidden from everyone here, but it’s not always possible, which is a shame, because secrecy is of the utmost importance to our operation. We’re being constantly attacked by raiders from the west side of the complex, which is where you came from. They’re pissed at us because we won’t breed with them, but they’re so hopelessly radioactively contaminated that it would destroy our gene pool, which is small enough as it is. So we have to fight them off as you saw.”

“Jack told us that you were planning a repopulation experiment here,” said Anya.
“Yes, we are. Amongst other things. Come with me.”

Clarity turned and led Anya through another network of passages. They passed a hive of rooms  that,  like the medical centre had large glass windows fixed in the walls. As they walked, Anya and Gemma caught glimpses of weird and wonderful things going on in the brightly lit, steel lined chambers.

Each of the rooms held a solitary woman. They did not have the control and comportment of the other Ordus girls in the facility. These women appeared almost feral and animalistic. They also looked slightly different to their functionary counterparts in the previous chamber. Whereas the Ordus girls that Anya had seen before were tall, lissom and svelte, with all the dignity and grace of dancers, these women were each endowed with enormous sets of breasts that were obviously enhanced beyond their normal size and shape. Their abdomens were arranged in tight, visibly taut packs of muscle, their asses were curved and shapely beyond belief and their legs seemed never-ending. Each of them paced their rooms rapaciously, never stopping moving, restlessly performing a variety of kinky activities. Some were plunging huge dildos and vibrators relentlessly into their sticky holes. Others were working out on exercise machines, lifting, bending, stretching their immaculate bodies, improving on physical perfection.  

Aside from this, it was their expressions which Anya noticed most. Their faces were alive with a lustful contortion, constantly betraying malign sexual hunger. All in all, there were twelve of them.

“Who are these women?” said Anya to Clarity.
“These are the Ordus Succubi. In many ways, they are the pride of the facility. These are our crack troops. They have made the ultimate sacrifice for our cause. They are our sex warriors. Each of them has undergone mental and physical adjustments to make them sexual weapons. They know nothing but unfulfillable lust. They seek nothing but release and gratification. We feed them nothing but a diet of semen and specially selected vitamins. They are used to capture and force men we deem worthy of using in the project here to submit to our program.”

Clarity stopped by a particular room. “This is Alexis. We once used her as bait to lure and destroy a troublesome band of raiders. We set her free in the west complex and let her roam around. A party of Deadbat raiders found her. Forty of them. They thought she was easy meat. Defenceless. We could see her on the monitor. She took them all on at once. Two and a half days later we moved in to pick her up when they had let their guard down. The floor was two inches thick with semen. You could have swum in it. And she was white as a sheet of writing paper, covered in cum from head to toe, still begging to be fucked in the ass. The raiders were incapable, all around her, wrung out, ready to be despatched.”

Anya peered at the girl through the glass. Alexis looked back at her, rubbing a long blunt instrument between her boobs. Her body ran with sweat. Anya could seem that her pussy and ass were already plugged with humming vibrators.

“Watch this,” said Clarity. “Feeding time.”

Anya noticed that each of the rooms had a giant phallus projecting from one wall at head height. They were lovingly rendered, bulging with veins, and then Anya saw that each of them was actually throbbing slightly. As she looked, each of the Succubi dropped what they were doing and positioned themselves in front of the mock-penis, opening their mouths expectantly. Anya saw ropes of drool drips from each hungry, hot, pink, salivating maw, and each peachy ass wriggle with anticipation. A high pitched beep sounded and each of the cocks unleashed a molten white jet into the face of each succubus. The spray projected with the force of a hose, splashing streams of cum all over each of the women. Each one accepted the gift differently. One blonde-haired cumslut gulped the jet down her throat hungrily, straining to swallow as much as possible until her mouth became completely full and sticky streams overflowed down her chin onto her monstrous boobs. Another tried to catch as much on her body as possible and then scooped the juices greedily into her mouth with both hands. A different girl made a seal with her mouth around the cock and simply swallowed the whole load.

Alexis continued to look uninterruptedly at Anya through rivulets of cum that dripped down her forehead and eyelashes, coating her face entirely. The eye contact was absolutely scintillating as Alexis made no attempt to swallow the cum, instead staring intently at Anya with a look that could have melted steel as pint after pint of the fluid was deposited on her lovely face. In seconds, her features were almost completely obscured by the welter of semen, which coated her hair and began to run in viscous blobs down her body. Anya saw the white wave slide like a cloak over her tits and belly.

Finally, they cum jets stopped and each of the succubi fell to consuming their meal as they liked, licking the sticky juices from their bodies in acrobatic poses, sucking any scraps that were left inside the cocks, and a couple lying in puddles of the stuff, and luxuriating in the aftermath of their shower. Most were like kittens lapping at milk.

“Was that cum?” asked Anya.
“Yes.”
“Where did you get so much from?”
“I’ll show you,” said Clarity, and walked towards a door at the end of the corridor.

At the end of the next corridor was a door marked with the words ‘Milking facility’. Clarity keyed a pin number on a pad set against the wall and then turned to Anya and Gemma.

“By entering this room we take a great trust on you in this facility. But you have proved yourself to be allies to Ordus and so I feel that you deserve to see for yourself the central hub of our project.”

The door hissed open, revealing a huge circular chamber with a high, vaulted ceiling making it look almost like a cathedral. The air inside the room was heavy, hot, and cloying, with wisps of steam wreathing upwards towards the fluted roof. Once again, this vault was filled with computer equipment, but it was not that which initially caught the newcomer’s eyes. It was the fact that the room was filled with men.

There were about thirty men in the room, each of them occupying a space on the wall. More accurately, each subject was shackled to the wall, manacled fast by heavy metal cuffs and leg braces which forced them in a standing position and restricted their movement almost totally. All of them were naked, and Anya could see their uniformly heavily muscled frames covered in bubbles of sweat from the humid atmosphere in the room. And possibly something else. What could not be ignored was that each of them had a large articulated tube attached to their genitals. The tubes were translucent, and Anya could see a heavy liquid being pumped along the inside of each tube, slowly being sucked along each pipe and each feeding into a large, heaving, membranous sack mounted in the ceiling.

“But these are all men!” exclaimed Anya, turning towards Clarity in surprise.
“That’s right. And fine specimens too, I might add.”
“But we thought you said there weren’t any men here,” protested Gemma.
“That was classified information,” said Clarity, and proceeded to the far end of the room. “Which I wasn’t at liberty to divulge at the time. Actually, we have thirty-four. Thirty-five now, including your friend.”  
“So what’s happening here?” asked Anya.
“We’re milking them,” explained Clarity. “You can’t expect us to run a repopulation experiment without any raw materials, can you? Well, this is where we get all our resources from.”

Clarity stopped in the middle of the room. The enormous, bulging sack, throbbing steadily from the contributions fed into it by each of the tubes lay twenty feet above her head. “The whole thing is very simple,” she said. “We send out transmissions to entice uncontaminated studs like your friend Jack in the medical bay, and lure them towards our installation. When they get here, we give them a 24 to 36 hour session with one of our Succubi. Sometimes it takes longer, but however long it takes, we’re able to introduce them to a level of sexual delirium. No normal man can withstand an hour with a Succubi. With the likes of these guys,” - at this she waved her hand generally around the room – “we can have them dependent on orgasmic delirium in a matter of days. When that state is achieved we house them here…”

“In the milking room,” a voice similar to Clarity’s finished.

Anya and Gemma stated in astonishment at where the voice had come from. A woman appeared from behind a bank of computers and stood next to Clarity – a woman exactly the same in appearance as the assassin. Like Clarity, she had long blonde hair riffling out of a black ponygirl hood. Like Clarity, she had full, plump lips and high, angular cheekbones. Like Clarity, she was balanced on tall, platform heels, with the same full, bulging breasts framed by the black, suggestive body armour. Anya felt her pussy moisten to a double slick rate. One Clarity was almost as much as she could take - she was looking forward to getting her lips round her. Two was beyond the realm of fantasy.

“I’m Harmony,” the woman said. “Don’t be surprised. We’re not clones, just identical twins. Don’t we make a pair?”

Anya shook her head, trying to clear her double vision. Clarity slid her arm around her sister’s waist as Harmony continued. “The milking room. The sack above our head is filled with a hundred pints of semen at any one time. We try to extract about ten pints a day from each of our men. We do this by a number of genetic experiments – enlargement of the phallus, scrotum and testicles, stimulation of semen and sperm production, protein supplements. You name it. Anything to keep them squeezing out that sperm, and lots of it.”

“You might think your friend’s dick out there is big,” interjected Clarity, “at twelve inches, compared to these guys he’s a regular baby.”

“Let me show you,” said Harmony, leading Gemma and Anya over to a particular specimen against the wall. The man had his arms, legs and torso securely bound against a large, upright mattress. He was in a standing position, his huge, muscled frame studded at intervals with a succession of intravenous drips that fed him through rubber tubes. The large tube attached to his cock was a full twelve inches in diameter, clamped onto a moulded plastic fitting that stretched around his groin. At closer inspection, Anya could make out a huge, pendulous ballsack swinging freely underneath the device, of such massive proportions that it swayed slowly, nearly reaching down to the man’s knees. Fist sized testicles could be discerned inside, gently expanding and contracting and producing enormous amounts of sperm. The man had a visor strapped to his face, obscuring his features.

“This is Jago,” said Harmony. “He’s one of our best producers, at fourteen pints a day.”
“What’s that attached to his face?’ said Anya.
“An imaging visor,” replied Harmony, “It’s one of the many ways in which we keep these boys totally stimulated. At the moment we’re showing them some late twenty-second century porno’s we found scavenging in the west part of the complex.”
“Can I see?” said Anya.
“Sure,” said Harmony, detaching the visor from Jago’s face and giving it to Anya. Jago’s face wore a hazy expression. He did not focus on the women in front of him, lost to a realm of exotic fantasy that divorced him from the real world.

Anya put the headset on. The visor projected an image of a blonde woman with enormous tits screaming as she was impaled on two impossibly large and thick shafts. A third man approached her face wielding an enormous penis and jerking it hard. The woman looked at him with an expression of dominant confidence so hot it would have melted through steel. At this, the man came so powerfully that jet after jet of thick white semen shot wildly over her head. Each of the blasts ended up landing a good ten feet behind her. Only two or three less virulent bursts hit her in the face, one catching her on the eye as she winked up at him.

“We think her name was Sophie Wells,” said Harmony, taking the visor off Anya and putting it back on the seemingly-hypnotised Jake. “She was a popular sex model at the end of the 2000’s. Legend has it she could make men cum without touching them. The boys seem to like her. Would you like to see more of the milking room? Or more of Jago himself?”