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I could smell them in there, hear their feathery moans and desperate cries.

The cellar of the boarded up tenement was always warm, even on the coldest days. Many cold days I sat with my back to the plywood nailed over the windows level with the alley cobblestones, warming and listening to the girls inside moaning and crying out, and when I pressed my cold cheek to the warm wood I wondered what they were doing in there. I never heard male voices so was it a lesbian orgy? I sometimes heard girls sicking-up between moans.

Sometimes I heard them scream.

I wondered if they were submitting to something awful just to survive.

I've done that.

For a meal.

For a place to sleep.

To get away from winter's icy fingers.

I've opened my mouth or spread my thighs and let myself be used, but I took no joy in it like the girls in that cellar.

I wanted to be warm and wanted to feel what they were feeling.

Then one cold day I met Chel.

She was sitting in the alley wrapped in a ragged housecoat and heavy boots smoking a cigarette. Beside her the plywood from a boarded up window was hanging loose and the moans and cries from the girls in the cellar were louder. The stink of sweat and raw sex wafted around her.

"You're from inside?" I asked.

"Yeah. Taking a break." she said, "They don't like smoke."

"The other girls?"


"No. The others."

"The others?"

"Yes, the yummy, yummy others."

I noticed that her lower belly was pooched out when her robe slipped as she smoked.

"Who are the others?" I asked.

"You want to find out?"

"Sounds like it feels good." I said as I heard a girls voice from the cellar cry out that she was cumming.

"Like nothing you've ever felt." she said, "What's your name?"

"Dee." I said, "Short for Dedra."

"I'm Chel, short for Chelsey." she answered, "Want to join us? We're one short right now."

"Short?"

"Yeah. Maggi's gone."

"She left?"

"Yeah. She was used up, couldn't take anymore." Chel said and smiled; "Come. Join us."

So I did. I thought if I didn't like it I could just leave. I didn't know it then, but no one leaves.

Ever.

We crawled back through the window and Chel pulled the plywood back in place and braced it with a pipe. We were in a small room with the sounds of girls in passionate ecstasy and the sweat and hormonal sex stink flowing through the doorway.

Chel doffed her housecoat and kicked off her boots.

"Strip." she said, "Leave your clothes here, you won't need them."

"What if I don't want to stay?"

"You will."

"Are you pregnant?" I asked, looking down at her loose lower belly.

"I was and will be again and again." she said, then took my hand, "Come and see."

We walked together into a large room and entered an orgy. There were many women writhing in ecstasy. Three were pregnant, crying out and cumming in shuddering waves as they prepared to birth; their swollen bellies undulating as they spread their legs wide. Other girls leaned against walls or lay on their backs as they submitted to something otherworldly; they were surrounded by thick reptilian tentacles that reached up through the broken cellar floor to work their bodies and penetrate them.

"What is that?" I gasped, frozen in horror.

"The best fuck of your life." Chel said, gripping my hand tight and pulling me forward to a nest of tentacles that lay still and dormant.

"Sit." she said, "Just sit and let it happen. You won't regret it."

Chel pushed me down so my back was braced against the wall, and before I could find my feet to escape, the tentacles began moving around me.

'touch' I felt the word inside my mind; it was soothing and seductive but respectful and at the first touch of the moist creature on my inner thighs I felt it; a sudden rising arousal. As they twined around my legs I spread them, wanting to feel more.

That first touch was the first of many pleasures that were both overwhelming and welcome; I was still afraid but as the tentacles explored my body a sweet build toward orgasm began in my belly, my tits, my pussy and bumhole.

Looking at the girl across from me I saw she was squirming with tentacles fixed on her tits, one moving inside her bum and another slithering through her mouth and making her gullet bulge as she swallowed it down. She was gagging wetly as her belly undulated, her legs spread wide. I could smell her oily pussy.

My own tentacles swarmed over my body and between my thighs. One sucked firmly on my mound as another slid wetly between my cheeks and I felt a sweet pressure against my bumhole.

'inside' the silent voice said again.

Two other tentacles covered my tits and began to suck, my nipples coming alive as I felt my anus open like a flower and the tentacle there slithered deep inside me. How deep it slithered I didn't know, but as my belly plumped around it an orgasm rippled through me from bum to throat.

'pleasure' it said and I wanted more. Dear God I wanted more.

I was sweating as my tits swelled and I felt milk spurting from my puckered nipples that the creature sucked down. The tentacle that had been covering my mound was now inside, sucking at my cervix and causing an ecstatic cramping as it dragged me away from the wall by my pussy onto my back.

'swallow' it told me as another tentacle caressed my lips leaving a slippery glaze. I opened my mouth and it slid inside, compressed the root of my tongue and slithered effortlessly down my gullet as I swallowed to help it. It began to pulse, its length quivering as it bloated my stomach with gushes of cum. The splashes I gagged back up tasted sweet and nourishing.

'egg' it said as I felt my bumhole being expanded painfully by the tentacle inside me. The tentacle was expanding because it was pushing a large egg up its length into my bowels. My bumhole was burning as a lump bigger than both of my clenched fists holding a baseball was being forced into me. I could feel the dull ache as my pubic bones creaked and hinged, opening me for the egg. I'd never felt something so painfully intrusive in my life and the orgasm that accompanied it made me buck and shudder.

The feeling of my bruised sphincter closing around the egg once it was embedded in my rectum was a sweet relief and so was the slow undulations that moved it up the left side of my belly, across the top and down the other side, pushing the egg deeper. When it was lodged in the pit of my belly, I felt the tentacle spit it out with a wet plop.

I knew then that when the cum that was pulsing down my gullet met the egg in my bowels it would be fertilized.

I was being bred; a broodmare for the creature like all the other girls in the cellar. And with this knowledge came a heartbreaking acceptance and my long rolling orgasms began. I squirmed and curled my hips as each orgasm throbbed inside me. Spurred by the infusion of hormones from the egg and the cum in my bloating belly, I felt my tits aching as they swelled with milk and the tentacles kept sucking it through my tingling nipples. I felt and heard the gurgling as cum made its way from my stomach through my bowels seeking to find the fat egg in my core. Then suddenly an excitement both emotional and sexual thrilled through my belly as I felt the sloshing cum wash over the egg.

'pregnant' it whispered and I felt a rush of gratitude and fulfillment as a powerful orgasm shuddered though my body and curled my toes. I'd never felt so fulfilled.

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I was pregnant and lay delirious as orgasms washed endlessly through my body and they continued when the tentacles withdrew and the fertilized egg began to swell inside me I found out later that after insemination, the incubation period lasted about twenty days. Twenty days of orgasmic semi-consciousness as alien life grows inside our bellies as we absorb the creature's cum that feeds us and keeps us constantly aroused.

Stronger orgasms cramped my belly as I felt my first egg squelch open and the infant creature emerged and spread its own long tentacles to squirm and explore inside my belly as it searched for its birth canal. I felt them curling and twisting throughout my digestive tract; high into my stomach to excite and curl it; low through my large colon until one found my bumhole.

Birthing feels like a desperate fuck from the inside.

Birthing one of the creatures is a violently orgasmic nightmare and when I experienced my first I thought I was going to die, forgetting that Chel and the other girls have done this over and over. Since my first, I have savoured this part of being a broodmare as much as I savour being bred; feeling the dozens of tentacles moving through my bowels as the creature reaches out of my bumhole to pull its long body and bulbous head out of me, and leaving me feeling as though I'd been turned inside out, milk leaking from my bloated tits.

Once my first offspring was free of my body, I was lost in the darkness of erotic dreams and desire to be bred again and again as my body healed. Occasionally I felt a creature nursing at my aching tits while another single tentacle opened my mouth and slither down my gullet to gush my stomach full of cum as sustenance, my stomach and bowels growling as I digested it.

When at last I was fully awake I thought back to my first conversation with Chel and wondered why Maggi would leave this breeding den; leave behind such constant sexual pleasure. Why leave the experience of being at the sexual peak of being a woman and orgasmically bringing fresh life into the world?

I finally found my answer as I felt the quickening of my tenth birth this morning.

My belly is huge as the creature undulates inside its softening egg, its presence cramping my belly as I cry out. I long to feel that overwhelming slithering as its many tentacles seek their way out of me between my open thighs and its fat head stretching my bumhole impossibly wide and leaves me feeling bruised and spent once more.

I feel the squelch of the egg opening in my core and see Chel against the wall, impaled through her bumhole, mouth and gullet by the first creature who impregnated me. Two tentacles suck hard at her breasts, draining them, making her swoon and moan. But there is an extra tentacle inside her this time; one that has unlaced her belly button and slithered inside. This one is sucking as well and her once pooched out belly is growing smaller.

I also see the tentacle in her mouth sliding up and down her gullet delving deeper and deeper, and instead of gushing cum into her stomach, it too is sucking as she gently gags and heaves.

Chel is being devouring from the inside out by the one of the creatures that gives us so much pleasure, and still does as it consumes her.

She's used up, no longer able to breed, reduced to a living meal. I now know what happened to Maggi. I recall Chel telling me Maggi had birthed twenty-two creatures before she left us, and Chel had almost reached that count. Chel had just recovered from her twenty-first and had eagerly returned for another, trembling as she crawled across the floor to the nest of tentacles she now lays in. But it wasn't the ecstasy of being bred that awaited her, it was the perverse pleasure of painlessly being eaten alive.

Chel is submissive and gently orgasmic as she gives her body to the creature that brought her so much pleasure and I realize that when my body is used up as a breeder I too will allow myself to be absorbed and continue the creature's life cycle. She is sweaty and delirious, her body flaccid and loose, held upright by the tentacles feeding inside her. She is moaning low as she gags around the tentacle sliding wetly down her gullet, her eyes rolling up under tired lids. I think she knows these are her final moments.

The growing creature inside me finds my bumhole and my orgasmic nightmare of birth begins as it reaches out to pull itself from my body and my belly cramps and quivers, my own skin slick with sweat. My eyes are drawn back to Chel's orgasmic surrender over and over as my offspring works to escape my body.

When I awaken after I recover, I'll slip on Chel's housecoat and boots and go outside to find the next girl who wonders what sexual delights await her here in the cellar.

"Join us." I will say and guide her to experience complete ecstasy for the rest of her foreshortened life, while I count down my next ten births and await my own dreamy surrender.

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