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When Kim felt she had held Mack close to her moving belly for long enough to him to get the point she released him without a word. Her meal was still struggling weakly, but Kim felt the movement slow as her stomach did its work. Mack cried out, not expecting the sudden release, and fell to his knees. After his violent anal rape minutes ago his legs still hadn’t recovered their strength and his mind was still trying to figure out what sort of nightmare he’d walked into.

“Ready for a tour?” the tall redhead asked him with a happy voice that didn’t mirror the terror he felt.

Mack may have been in a nightmare, but she was right where she wanted to be. A place she’d spent years building and recruiting for. What began as a casual sketch and an idea of righteousness she had born into reality through force of will and illegal technology.

“Welcome to Segesta,” she said as he pulled him to his feet, yanking harshly on one of his already red ears until he clambered to his feet. “Ground zero for the resistance.”

“What resistance?” Mack cried out as she pushed him roughly forward. “Let me go and I swear I won’t tell anyone!”

Kim didn’t pay any attention to his offer. He may not have realized it yet, but he was far past the point of returning to anything remotely like a regular life.

As they spoke Kim continued prodding the shorter man in front of her, enjoying the feeling of superiority she felt every time she got to push a man around. Mack was cute and had just the right amount of fight in him. It helped that against her he was physically helpless; she’d been training for combat in Segesta since before she’d truly created it.

“I know you won’t be telling anyone,” she said as they walked. They were both naked, something she remedied for herself as they walked by grabbing an old-fashioned toga from one of the hooks waiting by the shrinking stage. Her property didn’t need any clothes.

“You don’t get one,” Kim told him as they walked and he tried to cover himself, “Men don’t get to own anything here, including clothes.”

Mack received a sharp cuff at the back of the head when he started to talk back to her. In a desperate attempt to salvage some of his manliness he turned and threw a punch at Kim while she pulled the toga over her head. Surprised, she turned and took the blow on the shoulder with a grunt. Knowing he hadn’t really hurt her, but knowing he had to get away, Mack turned and ran.

Old Roman style stone buildings flew by as he raced, motivated by fear but hobbled by the pain from his wrecked anus. His lungs burned as he ran harder than he ever had in his life. Luckily this faux-ancient city appeared deserted; right now a child could have taken him down.

The path he followed ran downhill, a cobblestone path that fit with the only historical city he’d ever visited. Mack’s confused mind didn’t let him take in the details; there was too much wrong here. The city too foreign. Too old-yet-new. A glance upward confirmed what he’d, in his terror, suspected: the so-called sun was a light fixture up above.

His feet pounded the stone, pushing him forward as fast as he could manage until he stumbled into an open area that resembled a city square. Mack slowed to a halt as he looked around for a way out. For safety. For anything that he recognized.

 

Buildings he recognized, of course, though these could have been transposed from an ancient Roman city. The crowd he recognized, all surrounding a raised platform made from wood where three muscle-bound women appeared to be waiting in line for—

Something heavy hit Mack in the back of the head, throwing him to the ground. Then Kim’s arms surrounded his shoulders and lifted him upward, holding him to that his feet dangled above the ground while one of her hands snaked around his throat. Even in his panic he knew that things had just gotten infinitely worse.

“I’m not a fan of running,” Kim said as she panted lightly, “But I’m glad you headed here, this is on our way home anyway!”

Mack struggled as her hand tightened, cutting off his air.

“Watch them,” she whispered into his ear as she walked forward. Mack wasn’t a large man, and Kim was a strong, well-conditioned woman. Carrying him this way wasn’t difficult. The tall redhead approached the crowd, holding him tight to her body and giggling as he struggled. Even though she’d already came twice in the past twenty minutes she felt her cock start to awaken again.

The black-haired man stopped struggling as he looked at the little raised platform they were approaching. When they neared the throng he couldn’t help but notice it was entirely filled with women, or at least those who looked like women. They bowed their heads in deference as she walked by, some laughing or smirking as they saw how she was holding her catch.

What is going on? Where am I? Mack thought desperately as he realized the futility of struggling. Then he and Kim reached the front of the crowd. If he’d had any urine in him, he would have lost it right there.

The raised platform was only three feet high, but it had more than enough area for a line of women to form as they waited their turn. In the center was a pillory, a small medieval structure with three holes in it that currently held a bald man’s head and arms tightly as he was bent nearly in half with his feet on the ground and his ass sticking out toward the line. As Mack watched he cried out in pain and the woman that had been right behind him stepped back.

The crowd roared its approval as the next woman stepped forward. Mack felt his feet touch the ground as his body ran cold. Every woman on stage had a cock, some smaller, some larger than Kim’s, and each of them was hard. The prisoner screamed as the newest woman angrily shoved her cock into his ass and Mack watched in horror as she immediately started thrusting hard.

From where he stood he could see a puddle of white fluid between the man’s feet, fed by drippings forced out of his ass with every thrust of the new futa-rapist.

“This is what happens when you strike a woman here,” Kim spoke quietly into his ear as he felt her own cock press into his back, luckily kept apart from him by the gray fabric of her toga. “You men are on top out there, but in here we’re going to change that.

“I told you we were the resistance, and I meant against you males. You ran the world long enough, soon it’ll be our turn.”

Her words were punctuated by the screams of the man in the pillory. As Mack watched, horrified, he passed out when yet another futa woman penetrated him. The crowd let out a disappointed sigh and began to disperse, though women continued to line up behind him. Kim didn’t tell Mack this as she pushed him past the platform, but he would stay there until a hundred futanari had used him.

And most of them won’t hit the click-counter, Kim thought with a giggle as Mack stumbled down a larger street than the first he’d tried to escape down. It brought her nothing but joy to think of the man’s pain. Of how it was uniting her forces even better to watch him be brought so low.

She knew that in the long run it was just one man, and her tiny hidden city only held several thousand training women-warriors, but it was a start. But, it was one of fifty spread throughout the country. When she felt they were ready her revolution would take place and pillories such as that would be on every street corner.

The redhead smiled at the thought.

Together the two walked several blocks, Mack occasionally stumbling as he walked and Kim reminding him with her chipper voice that running again would only earn him a place on the platform.

“We’re getting closer to home Mack,” she said as she spied something else that made her smile. “But first, coffee. And a demonstration.”

Mack saw the café, not far from where they were, but he saw something closer that briefly lifted his spirits first: another man. The first man not mid-rape that he’d seen since he’d been shrunken and tossed into this tiny city.

Then he saw it: the taller woman, bulge clearly visible under her toga, patting his belly as he sat back in a chair. The man winced in pain as something inside of him tried to push its way out of his stomach. Mack was reminded of a science-fiction movie he’d seen once and he hoped desperately he wasn’t going to see a re-enactment.

“Just a couple more hours,” the woman was saying to the moving mass, which seemed to respond by pushing in the woman’s direction. She gasped in delight as the man cried out. “The doctor will be here soon and we’ll help you pull yourself right out.”

Then she slapped the man when it looked like he was holding his breath.

“If you push her out before I say to, you’re next up on the pillory!” she told him harshly. The man turned white, obviously in great pain, as whatever was in his stomach kept pushing in every direction.

“What the hell--?” Mack said, trailing off as he tried to process what he was seeing.

“Oh, go take a look!” Kim said as she followed his eyes. For her it was a normal occurrence, but she knew Mack needed a good first impression. He hesitated and she cuffed him in the side of the head. “Go look. Now,” she told him coldly.

Too scared to do anything else, Mack crossed the street with Kim right behind. The man saw him coming and shook his head. It was obvious he wanted to say something but was simply too scared. The woman with him saw Kim and gave her a sweet smile.

“Good afternoon General,” she said, “To what do I owe the honor?”

General? Mack thought to himself as the two women spoke.

“I finally took one,” Kim said to the other woman, “and he needs an introduction to our methods.”

“Well get over here you lucky guy!” the new woman said to Mack as she waved him over with joy on her face. Her tone left him even more bewildered. Did she think this was all fun somehow?

“This is Fufu,” she said indicated the man in pain. “And he’s got my daughter inside. I haven’t named her yet,” she stage whispered at him. “In a couple of hours the doctor will say she’s ready to pop out. Until then,” she slapped the man on the leg hard enough to make him jerk, then recoil in pain as his stomach muscles tensed, “He gets to be lucky enough to feel life moving inside him.”

As she spoke the movement inside the man, Fufu, redoubled. Mack felt himself resisting the urge to throw up as he watched the alien movement.

Daughter? Fufu? It’s gotta be a bad dream, it’s gotta be a---

Kim grabbed him by the ear and pulled him along, giving the other woman a friendly ‘thanks!’ as she pulled Mack along.

“I hope you liked the sight,” Kim said as she dragged him toward a table. “You’ll be there pretty soon!” she said happily as Mack tripped over the curb while she waved to two of her friends paying for their coffee at the bar.

“Wha-?”

Kim pushed him enough to turn his stumble into a fall and shoved him under the nearest table.

“Get under there,” she told him. His confused face from below made her smile and she pulled him where she wanted by an ear. “Know your place, toy,” she said as she lifted up the bottom of her toga and sat down in a cushioned chair with a space cut out in the middle where toy’s faces were meant to go.

“Warm me up.”

A waitress approached wearing a longer toga as Kim kicked Mack hard for not responding. His head hit the bottom of the table and he knew there would be a bruise.

Mack took the kick with a cry, knowing that if he resisted he’d just be kicked again. Or worse. With tears streaming down his face he leaned forward and opened his mouth.

Kim sighed as she felt her cockhead enveloped in his warm mouth. She ordered a latte from the waitress, who congratulated her on her new incubator.

“Thanks!” Kim said happily as she took the offered napkin and placed it on the table. Mack wasn’t getting very deep on her rod, but she didn’t mind this time. He was still new. She would train him better soon.

“You finally got one, huh?” said Chrissy after she peeked under the table. Kim’s blonde friend was sipping something cold as she and Elle, a brunette, came over to sit next to Kim. Fast as ever, the waitress returned with Kim’s latte and the three of them clinked their drinks together as Kim nodded enthusiastically while Elle sat a large white bowl on the table.

“He’s really cute too!” she said as she felt his mouth stutter on her member. “Oooh, do you mind?”

“No, go ahead,” Elle said with a smile, offering her the bowl.

Kim plucked an inch-tall man out of the bowl and popped him into her mouth as she took a drink of her near-scalding coffee. The little man jerked in pain as the hot fluid burned him and Kim savored the flavor his pain created. Then she bit down hard on both of his ankles, hearing him scream faintly as the three women talked. Another sip of coffee helped her swallow him down.

She smiled as she felt more struggling in her stomach; she’d enjoyed her meal earlier but that struggling had long since stopped.

“So how have the other cells grown, General Kim?” Elle asked Kim as she munched on a little man of her own. Little screams punctuated her words and she made sure to dab her lips with a napkin in case any blood had escaped her mouth. If Kim hadn’t already been hard, the horror on the little face that shown occasionally between Elle’s teeth would have done the job instantly.

“We’re getting a lot closer,” Kim responded, reaching under the table to manually guide Mack’s lips from her rod to her testicles. She sighed with appreciation as she felt the heat of his mouth. No tongue yet, but he’d learn. “Another four or five gestations and we’ll have more than enough to seize the capital.”

“You can just say ten or twelve weeks,” Chrissy said with a laugh as she pulled an arm off one of their snacks. The arm went into her mouth while her thumb and forefinger pinched down on the stub. She produced a small tool that cauterized the wound while her treat screamed. “I can’t wait to get out there,” she pointed upward to indicate the world above, “And start evening the score.”

“Speaking of,” Kim said as she finished her coffee with a gulp, “I’ve gotta get this one back to my place and start doing my part.”

Kim winked at her two friends who laughed with her, knowing exactly what she meant. They’d always thought it was odd that she was their leader, the great organizer that had begat all their technology and started their entire movement but had yet to begun siring warriors of her own. Kim would have told them she was too busy leading their cause, but the truth was far simpler.

She was just picky.

With a groan she pulled her balls out of Mack’s mouth. He happily let her slide away, but she reached under the table again and pulled him up with her by the ear.

“Oh, he is cute!” Elle said with a laugh, “Put him back under there so we can play!”

As Mack watched she lifted a tiny screaming form to her mouth and bit it in half. He shuddered and unconsciously pulled himself closer to Kim as though she would protect him. Instead she whispered into his ear, “Elle would face-fuck you until you passed out, and when you woke up she’d still be going.”

Elle winked at him as Kim pulled him along. Mack turned away from the two women as they finished their coffee, so he didn’t see the two ‘clink’ together two tinies as though they were fancy drinks before they both pulled out their own eight-inch cocks. Elle and Chrissy laughed along with each other as their final treats were pushed into their hungry cocks. Despite their treat’s struggles the women’s practiced hands slid them in easily.

“Bottoms up!” Elle said with a laugh as she pushed her screaming man into her urethra. “I’m gonna shoot you into whoever’s stuck in the square today!”

“You’re so basic!” Chrissy said, laughing at her friend as she pulled out a coin to tip the waitress with. Her own cock-vored treat was going right into her incubator’s throat as soon as she got home.

***

“Two more blocks to my place!” she said happily, as though she hadn’t just witnessed half a dozen men be devoured as a side-dish to coffee. Of course to her men weren’t people, so her view of the situation was far different than Mack’s. Smaller men were food and equal sized men only existed so she could bring them to their knees. Then fuck them.

Mack’s legs drove him forward blindly until Kim steered him through a small garden with a bubbling fountain, and through a door that seemed carved from white marble. Despite everything he couldn’t help but gape; Kim had just shoved him into the most extravagant home he’d ever heard of. Even though everything was designed as though it were from ancient Rome, he could see finely integrated electronics set into the walls and couches that looked as though they’d been bought only to be looked at, not sat on.

“What the hell?” he couldn’t help but ask as she pushed him past everything and down a long hallway.

“I’m in charge here,” she said, feeling like she at least owed him that much of an explanation. Her hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him hard to the left. “This is my city, my revolution, so I’ve got the best of everything.”

Mack stumbled forward and caught himself on something sturdy. He brought his eyes away from the scenery and realized where he was. In a bedroom that put to shame any five-star hotel room. Two of the walls had massive televisions built into them, and one opened into a balcony that overlooked a city that had to have been modeled after ancient Rome. Mack could even see a huge circular building that looked like a Colosseum in the distance.

The bed was massive and neatly made with pure white bedding and a tall post on each corner which supported a mirror on the ceiling. Clean white marble was beneath Mack’s feet and he revisited the idea that he had been drugged. This was too much. It was all too clean; too nice in contrast to everything else he’d seen.

Then Kim cleared her throat.

Mack jumped, having been too distracted by the finery and excess to remember she was there. He spun on the cold marble and felt the blood drain from his face as he saw what she held.

“Any idea what this is?” she asked him playfully, holding what appeared to be a black egg bigger than a softball in her right hand. Kim didn’t wait for him to respond. She didn’t really care if he knew or not. “It’s an artificial uterus. Your artificial uterus, to be specific.”

For an eternity Mack looked at her, horrified. He had no illusions about what was coming next.

“Bend over.”

Mack did not bend over. He turned to run for the window, intending to break his way through, but Kim caught him easily. A foot to the back of the knee dropped him forward, then she turned his attempt to stand into a toss that landed him on a ridiculously soft bed, where he saw restraints already in place on each of the thick posts at the corners.

He tried to roll, but something encircled his left hand. Mack cried out in terror and tried to free himself, but Kim lithely leapt across his body and yanked his right arm upward, trapping his right arm in the soft padded manacles with a practiced motion. Ten seconds later Mack found himself laying spread eagle, face down, on the nicest bed in the nicest room he’d ever been in.

The sound of clothes hitting the marble next to him were obvious.

“No!” Mack yelled as he sensed her weight on the bed, between his outstretched legs. In vain he tried to bring his legs together, but that only made her laugh. “Please just let me go!”

Something cold and massive pushed his cheeks apart though he tried to clench them, and Kim leaned forward, pushing the breasts he’d admired an hour ago into his back.

“Just relax toy,” she said as she started pushing, “You’re mine now.”

Mack cried out in pain as she pushed harder. His anus resisted, but he knew it was only a matter of time. Before today he’d never had anything go into his backdoor, and that egg was almost as big as the novelty dildos he’d seen porn stars use on the internet. It was not going to fit.

“This life of luxury is yours, and all you have to do,” Kim grunted with effort and satisfaction as she heard him scream when the egg advanced an inch, “Is be my little bitch. Isn’t that what you wanted? A life of luxury?”

His eyes bugged out, not hearing her words, as the egg pushed forward. He was stretched far beyond what should have been possible already. Mack’s mouth opened in a quiet cry for help, tears rolling down his face.

“Here in my city,” she continued as she adjusted her grip and kept pushing, “You don’t even need that salary I offered you!”

Mack screamed as he felt the widest part of the egg slide into his rectum. As soon as it passed his sphincter seized the opportunity to return to its normal size and the rest of the egg slid easily into him. The pain was unbearable and Mack passed out, his naked, sweaty, and abused form a stark contrast to the clean luxury that surrounded him.

Kim laughed when she saw that he’d lost consciousness.

“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes as she went to grab a tube of lubricant, “Men are so ungrateful.”

When Mack came to, it was dark save for the flickering of candles and the fireplace in the corner. For a moment he was confused as his mind tried to convince him everything had been a nightmare. Then he smelled lavender, coffee, and something that briefly eluded him until his eyes focused on the side table. Wine?

“About time,” Kim said as she rolled on top of him, letting her nine-inch rod settle between his cheeks like a bratwurst in a bun. She rocked back and forth briefly. “I know last time I was a little rough,” she whispered in his ear as she laid on him, letting her taller body overwhelm his and enjoying the size difference, “But this time I brought lube.”

Mack’s eyes bugged out as he realized none of it had been a dream. Kim lifted her hips and aimed her cock at his backdoor once again. He tried to scream but while he’d slept she’d slipped a gag of silk into his mouth. She smiled and petted the side of his face as her lubricated glans pushed easily through his abused sphincter.

His attempt at screaming was silent next to her sigh of satisfaction as she sunk into him. The egg had integrated itself into his abdomen ten minutes after she’d inserted it; she’d been eagerly waiting for him to wake up to impregnate him. Her full length slid into his rectum wonderfully until she felt her balls pushing against his skin.

“You’re gonna bear me many daughters,” she said happily as she pumped into him, “You’re going to feel life growing inside of you,” she slowed down, wanting this to last, “And you’ll feel the miracle of childbirth, right back here.” Kim slapped his ass, making him jerk and his sphincter quiver even harder around her cock.

Mack cried as she took him, not sure what hurt worse: his inability to fight back or what he knew was coming. That man on the street would soon be him.

A servant walked through the door and calmly refreshed Kim’s coffee as she used Mack for what he now was: a living stroker, a warm receptacle for her seed, and an incubator for the next generation of her revolutionary warriors. The servant enjoyed the scene for a moment from the door.

Her General, that she was proud to serve, was finally pounding her way into her own man’s tight ass. The servant was proud of her sponsor and was excited to help rear her daughters. She took one more look around the room as he cried out in pain to make sure everything was in order.

Kim’s calming lavender was in place, everything was as clean, tidy, and luxurious as she could make it for the General. The only thing that didn’t seem straight out of a resort was Mack’s cries of pain and the sound of Kim’s cock pushing in and out of his ass. And possibly the bowl of one-inch snacks she’d left on the side table next to the lubrication.

The young girl smiled as she shut the door behind her and headed to the kitchen.

Kim ignored the servant girl. Though she was grateful for more coffee, she was too close to her peak to change focus now. She’d waited all day for this moment, years actually, and now she was finally going to make children of her own, with a guy that was most definitely cute enough to be her incubator.

She groaned and he made one last pathetic whimper as she emptied her cock into him for the third time that day. Kim reflexively drove her cock as far into him as she could, driving his hips into the white sheets. If she’d bothered to reach around she would have felt his own erection in response to his prostate’s abuse. Of course that wasn’t something Kim would have been interested in; he existed for her enjoyment, not his own.

When she had shot everything she had inside of him she pulled out with a groan and watched with satisfaction as his anus immediately tightened and closed, holding her seed within. Possibly her favorite invention was her special lubrication; after every use it helped an abused hole heal quickly. In the morning he’d be tight as a virgin again, and she would love it. He would not.

Sitting at the side of the bed, Kim took a sip of coffee and chewed idly on a one-inch snack. It was sweet, probably from some northern country, but had the same satisfying salty crunch as the rest.

“Here,” she told Mack as he cried into white fluffy pillows that cost as much as his first car, “This will keep things moving.”

Mack tried to shift away from her as she put her hand on his backside and pulled his cheeks apart. Without preamble she pushed two of her tiny snacks through his anus causing him to cry out in pain while they cried out in terror. She released his cheek, letting it snap painfully back into place, then spanked him lightly as she stood. Their movements would make sure as much of her seed as possible made it to the implanted uterus.

“See you in the morning, toy!” she said happily as she took her coffee cup and snacks out the door, leaving him tied face down on the bed. “I’ll have you pregnant in no time!”

Mack sobbed into the pillow as he felt movement in his rectum. He knew what it had to be. Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse Kim kept finding ways to remind him he was no longer a person.

The terror and trauma of the day overwhelmed him quickly and the soothing scent of lavender finally accomplished what it had meant to: twenty minutes later Mack was asleep. The servant girl made sure to cover him with a blanket when she walked by, then paused, her eyes flicking to the door.

“Why not?” she said in a light voice that had gotten her on the choir at her school before she’d joined the resistance. With a dainty hand she pulled her seven-inch cock out from under her tan robe and pulled Mack’s head to the side, forcing his mouth open with a practiced squeeze.

His eyes shot open as she gently pushed her meat into his throat with a sigh of contentment.

“No wonder she picked you,” she said as she slowly thrust back and forth while he tried to scream.

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