Asuka Langley Soryu yawned. She shook her head, trying to place something. She looked around her, and everything seemed normal. She was sitting on her throne in an entry plug. Her young womanly body had its second skin of her dark red plugsuit on. Her incomparable mane of hair was pulled back into her interface clips as it always was.
She looked at the blank metal of the inside of the entry plug, and again everything was the same as it should have been. They were the same dull gray color, which she knew that the moment the visual systems powered up, would be replaced either with images of her immediate surroundings or visuals taken from the Eva unit itself. It was how she looked down on the world, and there she felt that her power was immeasurable.
But still, something seemed strange to her.
“Why isn’t anything on?”
The hum of her Eva, the heartbeat in the machinery she could feel even when it wasn’t powered up, was missing. Everything was dim, and there wasn’t even LCL in the plug.
“Is this a test? Why isn’t it ready to go?” she wondered aloud. “Hello? Did the power go out or something? Hello?! Can anyone hear me?!” Her voice sank into the metal, not even echoing. Asuka’s perturbation only grew stronger.
“How did I get here?” she muttered to herself. She tried to remember how she got into the plug, but nothing fit together. She’d been at school and gotten a phone call… no, at home with Kaji… no, somewhere else and Misato had picked her up…
Fear, with its icy tendrils, began to crawl up towards Asuka’s heart. No, something was not right. She went to stand up, and jerked back downwards into her seat, realizing her legs were trapped in the throne. “What the-!”
Asuka started pounding on the console. “Look, just let me out now! Haha, you got me, you got the Second Child, haha, very funny! But joke’s over, people!” But there’s still no response.
Asuka knew she’d made some people at NERV-Germany mad, of course she did. She had standards, because she’s a professional, and she expected everyone around her to be able to uphold them. So yes, she bitched out a couple of the maintenance guys for slacking on the job that one time. But there was no gloating or ribbing on her coming over the comms. No one laughing at her or telling her to lighten up. The silence began to feel malicious.
She felt eyes on her. But these were not the gazes she wanted. These gazes were not seeing her as the heroine she was, the protector of humanity, deserving of fame and adoration. These hidden eyes did not look at her, they looked at her body. Like she was just a pilot of her own skin. It was an evil gaze, more evil than anything Asuka had ever experienced before.
Hating the fear that was clawing closer and closer at her heart, Asuka lashed out. “What is going on?! If this is someone’s sick idea of a prank, I’ll have your head on a platter when I get out! Whoever’s in on this, better say goodbye to your jobs, assholes!”
She was about to launch into a diatribe concerning the lack of craftsmanship the techs of NERV-Germany exhibit when the plug finally sprung to life. The inner panels glowed and then transformed to show Asuka, not the familiar sights of the test facility of NERV-Germany, but a cargo space of sorts. “Where the…?”
The plug hung down from the ceiling between two walkways on either side, each large enough for two people to walk shoulder to shoulder down. Doors slid open, and Asuka could hear the walkways creak as heavy figures began to walk out onto them, their footsteps making the metal whine. From her angle she couldn’t see them.
“Orcs?!” her mind raced. But there was something wrong with their gait. Orcs didn’t have the kind of emotionless, tireless energy that radiated from the stamping she felt above her. Nor did it feel mechanical. It was something… demonic.
The steps stopped, and even inside her plug, Asuka felt something radiating through the plug from outside. No, not radiating, which implied something without a target – it was directed to the one inside of it; directed at her. Different from the gazes before, Asuka could feel the push of power in them, the desire to overwhelm, to crush, to destroy.
All meant for her.
But if they thought she was a weak little girl, they didn’t know shit about her. Asuka steeled her heart. “Wanna beat me, huh? Make me cry? Ain’t gonna happen, bastards...” she hisses, “do your fucking worst…! I’m the Second Child, Asuka Langley Soryu!”
The figures stepped forward to the edge of the walkway, and Asuka saw their faces. A dozen mirthless grins surrounded by blood-red lips, the only color on their bone-white, elongated faces that had no eyes she could see. Demons, she knew they had to be, but none like any she’d been briefed about before. But how had these demons captured her in the first place? Had something happened to Asagi…?
Another sound distracted Asuka from her thoughts. She noticed tubes in the air, leading from the walkways to join together above the entry plug. The tubes began shaking, and soon after Asuka heard the LCL valves open. But something was wrong the moment she heard the first splash from behind her. Turning her head to look, it wasn’t the familiar orange LCL that the plug was being filled with, but instead something off-white.
The slimy liquid poured out of the valves in thick gushes, gravity pulling it down to pool in the front of the entry plug, tilted down at an appreciable angle as it was. The smell was awful, and Asuka started coughing as steam wafted up towards her from the approaching pool. “What the hell?! This ain’t LCL!”
Her head whipping back and forth, Asuka’s mind raced as she tried to figure out how to avoid drowning in the thick morass. With every second the tide rose, and the heat radiating out of it was horrible. When the slime reached her feet, she was repelled by the warmth radiating out of it. She tried again to pull herself out of the throne, but to no avail.
The steam wafting out of it slipped into her nose, and she could feel it seep into her lungs and through her body. It reminded her of the aphrodisiac resistance tests she was subjected to, to make sure she wouldn’t be doubled over and helpless in front of some pathetic goblin with the right chemical compound. But this aphrodisiac was different from the others. It sank into her body, and she felt the fear inside her start to melt.
The goop continued to climb, covering up Asuka’s long and shapely limbs, her red suit disappearing under the off-white waves. Reaching her waist, she felt the same kind of weightlessness she felt in LCL. Higher and higher, until it reached her breasts. The Second Child craned her head up to keep her nostrils out of the sludge, looking above her.
The demons responded. As one, their heads craned inhumanly over the railings on the walkways to look down at Asuka, staring at her directly. She heard a single, hissed command.
“Breathe.”
She felt the slime touch her neck, and the moment it touched her skin she shivered. She had less than a second to decide before the sludge covered her whole head. She tried to hold her breath, but it was impossible. She gasped, and the slime filled her mouth, sliding down her throat to rest in her stomach, her lungs. It seeped into her eyes, her nostrils, her ears.
It felt oily, thick. She couldn’t see anything, couldn’t sense anything except the slime. It was an evil parody of LCL. Where LCL had always given Asuka a feeling of support, buoying her up, this was oppressive, surrounding her, threatening to reduce her to nothingness inside of it.
She opened her mouth and eyes. The chemicals seeped into her, deeper and deeper, from her lungs and stomach outward. The fear was gone, but something more horrible replaced it. A desire in her womb was lit. Asuka wanted to drink more of the sludge. It felt so good inside of her, better than LCL ever had.
“What is this?” Asuka’s conscious mind tried to keep together.
The rails slid down on the walkways, and Asuka saw. From each demon, a huge, inhuman cock dribbled with the sludge she was immersed in. It wasn’t just an aphrodisiac she was breathing in, it was demon jizz.
Asuka didn’t even scream. The slime had permeated too deep into her for that response. She found her hands moving of their own accord towards her suit neck. She wanted to feel her whole body in the slime, wanted to be caressed in every inch, inside and outside, by the abominable heat. Undoing the neck seal, she pulled open the collar, and moaned as the semen-sludge filled the inside of her suit, down to her fingers and toes.
She orgasmed, her pussy on fire as it bathed in semen. Her lower mouth opened, sucking at the foul stuff. But in her was not the desire to get pregnant. It was something worse, something more horrible. The heat permeated her until she wasn’t sure where her body ended and the slime began, and she wanted to go further. She wanted to dissolve, to lose herself entirely, even to her Ego Boundary, to melt into the demon-cum.
“ Asuka! ”
She would know peace then. No more Evangelions, no more Demon war, no more anything. She could dissolve, dissolve away until there was no piece of her left even in the memory of the sludge she was in.
“ Asuka!”
It would be so easy, she realized. And it was what the demons above her wanted. They wanted to see her be defeated from the inside out, see her surrender to the inevitable and let go willingly. That was why they were grinning. They already knew she’d lose – that her strong front was just that, a front. They were laughing at her, but she didn’t care anymore. She couldn’t feel anything else except the all-consuming heat, and in a moment she knew it would melt her individuality away.
The demon heads lowered further and further, until they must have been just outside the entry plug’s shell. With unmoving grins they smiled and smiled. That was the difference, the last protected parts of her mind realized – it wasn’t just chemical aphrodisiac in their semen, it was some kind of evil magic too. But she couldn’t do anything about that anymore.
She would become pure lust, desire itself, and be gone from the world even as she was suffused into all of it. That would be a fitting end to her, to become part of everything and yet still be lost entirely. She was ready and-
“ASUKA!”
The Second Child opened her eyes. Blinking a few times, she tried to resolve the face above her. Upside down, looking down at her, the woman’s young face split with a genuine smile when she saw Asuka wake up. She wiped at her cheeks.
“Oh Asuka… I’m so glad you’re ok…!” she sighed with relief. Asuka tried to place her. Short, orange hair, and big blue eyes. She musn’t have been that much older than Asuka, her voice still had a bit of a childish trill to it.
“Sakura?” she muttered. “Where…?”
“We’re back in the cell. You passed out after the monster dildo machine fucked your ass. The bastards brought us back pretty quick after, but then you didn’t wake up for a whole day. I was terrified!”
Memories began flooding back into Asuka’s mind, the shattered mirror reforming to allow her see how she got here. It all came back to her. Meeting her new bodyguard Sakura Igawa in Germany before the trip to Japan. The interminable boat ride, where she’d come close to exploding at the silliness Sakura seemed to spout at every moment. She was worse than Misato sometimes! Then the arrival in Japan, and the ambush that had captured both of them.
She wasn’t exactly sure how long it had been since these demons had caught her and Sakura, but they’d been subjected to the most terrible experiences. Her dream of the entry plug, filled with demonic semen, hadn’t been just a dream but a memory. But some days it was harder to tell the difference than others.
“C’mon, let’s get you some food.”
Sakura helped Asuka sit up, but her body was heavy, not just from inaction. Both had been inseminated by many different creatures some time after the capture, and it had been long enough since then that both were now heavily pregnant. Asuka’s belly bulged out a foot and a half more than it used to, her engorged breasts sitting on top. The teen had no idea what had gotten her pregnant. The list of monsters and humans that were worse than monsters who had fucked her had been too long to keep track of since she’d been thrown into this prison.
Whatever was growing inside of her though, her captors were very interested in it. They told her nothing about what they saw in her checkups, the goblin doctors preferred to keep her mouth shut with their dicks while their sharp-clawed little hands explored her cunt without any respect or care for her as a woman.
Asuka leaned her back onto the wall, sitting on the thin cot of her bed. Their prison could have been worse, Sakura had told her. But to Asuka the locked apartment, with its dim ceiling lights and TV that showed nothing but depraved demonic shows, had been the worst cage she’d ever been in. Every few hours orcs brought food for the two.
“Did they do it again?” Asuka called out. Sakura came out from behind the kitchen counter, and her belly was even larger than Asuka’s, her tits grown to gargantuan size through demonic drugs. Each breast was twice the size of a watermelon, her areolae and nipples dark brown, the former the size of dinner plates, and her nipples bigger than a man’s thumb. She carried two plates, and her expression showed that Asuka’s guess had been correct.
Sometimes the orcs gave the girls some extra sauce on their meals, and they sprayed it directly on. Sakura held out a plate with a fat, juicy hamburger on it, but on top of the cheese and dripping through the fries was thick, yellowed orc jizz. As Asuka watched, a slimy dollop of it leaked over the edge of a slice of lettuce, bending the green down with its mass, before sloughing off and landing on the plate with a heavy, wet, plop.
“Want me to wipe it off for you?” Sakura asked, unconsciously licking her lips.
Asuka shook her head and took the offered plate. “No, it’s OK. I’ll grin and bear the humiliation, I suppose.” Sakura took a seat next to her, and both rested their plates on their gravid bellies.
Grabbing the burger with both hands, she felt her mouth watering at the mingling smells hitting her nose. Squeezing the bun made the burger squirt a river of beef juice, melted cheese, and orc cum. Sakura dove into her burger with relish, moaning into the meal. Asuka’s stomach growled, along with her unknown young kicking inside of her and demanding sustenance.
The redhead opened her mouth and took a hefty bite. The mixed flavors hit her tongue like an electric charge going through her body, with the flavorful meat slathered with the bitter orc jizz making Asuka’s legs squirm. Sakura had an even stronger reaction, letting out a sensual moan and even squirting as she came, pale pink juice running down her chin as she greedily devoured the meal.
Sakura had never expected to be attacked so quickly on her and Asuka’s arrival to Japan. She’d known that the Second Child was being watched by a dozen hungry organizations, not all of them human, but the attack had come so suddenly, so overwhelmingly, that she’d suspected there had been some kind of a set up. She’d liked the tempestuous, prideful teenager since she saw her, and had tried her best to protect her even in this hellhole they were trapped in.
The biggest thing was keeping hope alive. She knew her sister was looking for her, she knew Murasaki was as well. Even if the whole Taimanin organization wrote Sakura off, she knew that Asagi never would. Asuka might have felt abandoned at times, but Sakura wouldn’t let her succumb to despair. That was what the bastards holding them wanted.
It was hard at times, even she had to admit that to herself. How was Asuka’s absence from NERV affecting the efforts to develop anti-demon weapons? If they even got out, how would withdrawal from orc semen affect the two of them? How would she ever return to normal, with tits so big that Asuka could get lost in her cleavage?
But Sakura put those thoughts aside. She had enough to worry about each day as it was, without trying to think about the future. But she had to do it at times, to keep herself sharp and remind herself that there was a world outside of these disgusting tortures she and Sakura were put through. There had been a time a few months back where Sakura had almost unconsciously fallen into a cheerful despair, a witless, smiling hole that would have accepted anything and everything, forgetting that escape was even preferable.
Asuka deserved better than that from her bodyguard!
She finished her burger, and licked her fingers of the sticky, all-natural condiment with a bit too much relish to be just addiction. Asuka finished soon after, the two young women’s hands resting next to each other, fingers barely touching. Asuka had been doing it more often, just wanting to hold Sakura’s hand, and her dependable bodyguard was more than happy to quickly trap Asuka’s hand with hers and entwine her fingers with the redhead’s, flashing her a wide grin at the same time.
“H-hey!” Asuka shot out, blushing. “Y-you gotta warn me first…” she muttered.
“Warn you? About what? You know exactly what I’m going to do…” Sakura replied, bringing Asuka’s hand to her mouth and kissing it, leaving a greasy, sticky kiss mark on the back of the younger woman’s hand. The ninja knew what she was doing, and could feel Asuka’s heartbeat flutter through her skin. She was gentle, the complete opposite of how the two were treated by their secretive enemies.
For her part, Asuka blushed and turned away. She didn’t like feeling vulnerable like this! Romance was supposed to happen on her terms, if she had ever deigned to allow her affections to someone who begged for her to acknowledge them. Asuka had planned out how things would go when she got to Japan, how she’d deal with her legions of admirers and lechers both. She was meant to have boys abasing themselves for even a hint of her attention, not a ninja in her early 20s rubbing her pregnant belly!
The thought of her predicament made Asuka’s stomach churn. How easily she’d been captured, then impregnated. She wasn’t any good as an Eva pilot, she was just meant to breed. Like a cow. Maybe that was all she was good for-
Sakura’s hand squeezed harder, and pulled Asuka to rest her head on Sakura’s breast. Maybe it was the hormones going through her because of the vile pregnancy, or maybe it was something else, but Sakura’s presence helped Asuka feel less disgusted at herself. The redhead would never have admitted it out loud, but she knew that if she’d been alone in this situation, she would have lost her mind by now, been broken down into something pathetic, inhuman, lower than slime.
“We gotta get out somehow,” Asuka muttered. The two knew they were being watched, had been since the very beginning, but she had to say it anyway.
“We will,” Sakura replied. “But I don’t know about you, but with this belly, I’m not quite as graceful as I should be!” Sakura’s voice kept its bubbly lilt, even now, and Asuka let out a pleasant sound as well.
Sakura’s laugh made her weighty breasts jiggle, and Asuka noticed the beads of milk beginning to form on her nipples and areolae. “You look like you’re full, Sakura,” she said.
Sakura grunted with a smile as she rolled her shoulders. “Maybe! Bastards are definitely making sure I’ll have milk for their brats, but won’t they be disappointed when the mommas bust out!”
Asuka bit her lip, her attention fixated on Sakura’s nipple, and suddenly feeling how full her own udders were. “Want me to help you with it?” she ventured, knowing what the response would be.
A grin popped up on Sakura’s face. “Want some milk to wash down that burger? Sure you can, but only if I get some of yours to wash the taste of that orc slime out of my mouth too!”
Asuka nodded, and sidled up even closer to Sakura, their bodies pressing closely together. Sakura hefted up one titanic, leaking breast, and Asuka shifted to get a better approach at the nipple. The smell of Sakura’s skin left Asuka aroused. No matter how many layers of grime, sweat, and slime the two were soaked in, Sakura always retained her feminine softness underneath it all. Asuka pressed her cheek against the inviting, soft surface of Sakura’s breast, watching the beads of milk form on the dark skin up close.
Her tongue swept out, catching the base of Sakura’s nipple, making the ninja moan. “H-how does it taste?” Sakura asked.
The redhead let the thin, sweet milk linger on her tongue. “Good. Sweet,” she mumbled before her lips sought out the robust nipple. Spreading her lips, Asuka sucked Sakura’s nipple into her mouth, a move that made Sakura squeal with delight, squirming next to the younger woman. Asuka liked the noises she made, very much.
To get more of those noises, Asuka played with Sakura’s nipple, rolling her tongue around the massive length. Asuka had seen Sakura’s body before the experiments, when the two had been assaulted next to each other by foul orc-men and man-orcs, and she’d been undeniably beautiful. But Sakura had never lamented the changes done to her, never whined about how hard her lot was to have these gigantic udders on her chest. Sakura was bubbly and optimistic, but she was also stronger than Asuka had believed when they’d first met.
Asuka’s tongue flicked around the tip of the nipple, up and down, left and right, the leaking body part pliant yet stiff. Asuka almost felt like she was giving Sakura a blowjob when she did this, and she did the same kinds of things with her tongue as the monsters had made her learn. But here, Asuka wanted Sakura to feel good, wanted her girlfrien- her bodyguard to feel good. Sakura could feel the outpouring of feeling, and she shivered and mewled in a way that Asuka thought sounded extremely cute.
The redhead started sucking. In the bottom of her mind, pre-conscious instinct helped her suckle most effectively. She was quickly met with a stream of thin milk, warm and sweet, flooding her mouth. Asuka began swallowing, mouthfuls of the nourishing drink sliding down her throat and into her stomach.
It wasn’t the first time she and Sakura had milked each other like this. When the milk had first started to make Sakura uncomfortable, Asuka had used her hands to squeeze the ninja’s chest into the sink. But it had quickly grown tiring for the both of them. Using their mouths was easier, faster, and there was less chance of them being surreptitiously drugged than if they drank the water. The pair had spent plenty of nights in bed, each buried in the other’s breasts, suckling until sleep claimed them. It was calming, satisfying, and helped Asuka feel safe for a moment.
After a few moments, Sakura’s hand reached up to cup the back of Asuka’s head, the ninja’s fingers entwining in the golden red hair. The younger girl found herself rubbing her belly without thinking. As the warmth in her belly spread out, she could feel the impatient, hated monsters within her begin to calm their incessant movements, freeing her thoughts for a short time from their maddening presence in her.
But as pleasant as it was to be there, suckling gently on Sakura’s breast, Asuka knew there was a danger here too. Sakura knew it as well, and had pointed it out to Asuka early on.
“Oh, they’re smart, these guys,” Sakura had whispered into Asuka’s ear, spooning her charge in bed. “If they’d put us in some lightless cell we’d revolt, or try to escape because the alternative’s a living death. But this? House arrest? I bet these guys are barely stricter than NERV Germany was with you.”
“Why then?” Asuka had whispered, feeling the split lip she’d gotten from a goblin she’d bitten.
“They’re letting us make our prison comfortable. Enough space to feel like we’re just isolated, and access to media and the internet so we don’t feel like we’re imprisoned. Giving us rope to hang ourselves, if we’re not careful. They want us to make our own happiness here, so we forget the outside.” Sakura had squeezed Asuka’s hand.
That nightmare had lurked on the edge for both women, and both knew what it would look like. The two would be dressed as blushing brides as they were married, eyes only for each other, with a dozen brats by unknown fathers clawing at their legs. They’d be broken weapons, utterly useless for any of the duties they’d trained their lives to perform, but they’d have each other, and that would be all that mattered to the pair. Bonded together, they could find happiness in any kind of depravity.
The image made Asuka shiver in its plausibility. She’d tried to keep Sakura away after she’d told her that, but every day brought them closer and closer emotionally through their shared sufferings. It would be easy for her to throw away her pride, her self-image, and let the momentary happiness of nursing on Sakura blot out the story of Asuka Langley Soryu before it really had a chance to begin. She had to fight it.
But here, at Sakura’s breast, squeezing the gigantic teat to send more jets of milk into her greedy mouth, it was hard to remember what she was supposed to be fighting for. To keep herself from complete passivity, she remembered what Sakura had told her to do – compete.
A prideful smile forming on her lips, Asuka sent a hand between Sakura’s legs. “Eh…?” the ninja noised as she opened her eyes, pulled out of her own thoughts by Asuka’s action. “Well, if you’re offering…!” she said as she spread her legs and lifted her own hand from her dripping pussy.
Asuka’s hands explored at Sakura’s folds. By touch she could feel how the ninja’s pussy had been transformed in their confinement. What had once been tight and folded-in had been pounded so relentlessly by monsters and machines, gaped and battered with organs inhuman and human, that Sakura’s petals were now like an old whore’s. They were stretched out, and Asuka could feel their resemblance to flower petals. Asuka’s own pussy was the same way now.
She teased at them, running her nails over the leaking flesh, hearing the cute moans from Sakura’s mouth. Soon enough Asuka’s fingers were soaked by the juices dripping from the ninja’s pussy. Asuka rolled Sakura’s clitoris between her fingers, and was rewarded by the older woman cumming for her, shuddering and letting out “Hah-ungh-hhnngghhh!”
Asuka smiled around the nipple in her mouth, feeling Sakura’s heartbeat underneath the titanic udder. “Heh, it’s my point!” Asuka gloated in her mind.
Her victory, however, was short-lived. Sakura knew exactly what was going through Asuka’s mind, and knew exactly what kind of competition her younger charge was engaging in. She was not going to let the young pilot get away with it without retaliation. “You might have the first round, Asuka, but I’ve got more stamina than you when it comes to this!” Sakura warned.
The ninja began her attack by lifting up one of Asuka’s own heavy, milk-swollen breasts, and lustily slipped it between her lips. Asuka let out her own cute squeal, muffled by Sakura’s tit. Sakura’s hand went to Asuka’s crotch with lightning speed, and before the pilot could respond and close her legs, the ninja had three fingers buried in Asuka’s tunnel, with her thumb pressing firmly on Asuka’s clitoris.
Asuka, already close to orgasm, was driven over the edge by Sakura’s skillful blitzkrieg. “Mmmngghh!” came out of her throat, the noise joined by little bubbles of milk on her lips. Her thighs clamped down on Sakura’s hand as she struggled between wanting her stop, and wanting her to keep going forever.
“N-not fair!” Asuka gasped, her mouth coming off Sakura’s spit-covered nipple. She tried to do the same to Sakura, but she knew it wouldn’t have the same effect.
“Hmm? Fair?” Sakura mused, letting Asuka’s breast fall from her mouth, hooking her fingers upward to jam against Asuka’s g-spot. Sakura could see the stars in Asuka’s eyes as her charge opened her mouth in silent orgasm. “You were thinking of beating me, weren’t you?” Sakura ran her tongue broadly against Asuka’s nipple, a move that she knew drove the redhead wild.
“Nghh! M-maybe!” Asuka tried pinching Sakura’s clit, but she just couldn’t get it between her fingers. “Hahhh!”
Sakura gave a peck on Asuka’s cheek. “Let’s do this properly then!” she whispered into her charge’s ear, her lips gently brushing the lobe.
It was a special code for the two. Knowing they were being watched, it was hardly as if they could talk openly about things that could make their captors wary. But body language was something Sakura had told her about even on the boat ride to Japan, and it had been paying off. Sakura might not have been able to speak about training Asuka in special techniques, but she sure as hell could demonstrate them in sexual matters for the younger woman.
The two laid down on the larger of the cots, their bellies making their movements slow and awkward, and taking up almost all the space on the bed. Asuka and Sakura both began to play with the other’s pussy, kissing and licking at the dark pink folds. Sakura’s tongue dove into Asuka’s drooling hole, making the pilot’s hips buck repeatedly. Asuka used both hands to attack Sakura’s pussy and asshole both.
The two spent an hour 69ing, long enough to bring both to climax multiple times. It was both to give the two time to enjoy their bodies, but also to make their captors blind to what was happening.
With her tongue, Sakura told Asuka what to do. Asuka closed her eyes, and felt the flow of energy through her body. It was so strange – the first time Asuka had noticed it, it had been like realizing her eyes had been closed her whole life. She could feel the monsters in her feeding off that energy, getting stronger as they got closer to birthing, and she and Sakura both knew that that was why Asuka had been kidnapped by these bastards.
With a few movements of her fingers inside Sakura, Asuka concentrated some of her energy into her fingers. She slammed her thumb into Sakura’s clit, and at the same time sent a burst of her energy into her mentor. “Nngghhiiiii!” Sakura squealed at the fiery sensation running through her body, and Asuka was rewarded with a spray of Sakura’s water out of her quivering hole.
Kissing Sakura’s shaking thighs, Asuka lifted her head and shuffled around to face Sakura, who had her arm over her eyes. Sakura’s other hand came up and brushed Asuka’s cheek, telling the pilot she was learning well. Sakura removed her arm from her eyes, and smiled at Asuka.
The redhead felt something lodge in her throat, and she dove in, kissing Sakura with a passion and intensity she would never have believed existed before the months in this hellhole. Whatever it was between the two of them, Asuka wasn’t sure what word she could use for it besides “love.”
Hours later, another anonymous orc barged into the apartment as the two were slowly fingering each other. “Alright, ya sluts! New job for ya!” he shouted, as a few more orcs came in. Sakura had mentioned to Asuka before she was surprised at how the orcs acted, not even threatening the two when they were in the apartment – they were held on a tight leash by whoever was in charge.
“What is it this time?” Sakura asked, not even bothering to look at the intruders.
The orc’s mouth twitched at Sakura’s disrespect of him, but he said nothing. “Just a little fun thing for youz two! We’ve got a challenge in store for ya, and if youz can win it, you get to go outside!”
Sakura and Asuka shot a subtle glance at each other. A chance to go outside? Anything that got them out of the underground bunkers they were in was invaluable, a chance to probe their captors’ defenses, and maybe even leave messages that could be found by other Taimanin looking for the pair. They both knew that the “challenge,” whatever it was, would be humiliating and disgraceful. But it was a chance they needed to take.
The pair were brought to a familiar room, not too far from their apartment. An assortment of beds and other furniture were there, and Asuka had intimate knowledge of each of them at this point. Here too was the whole bevy of cameras that were used to record the two as they were subjected to absurd erotic demands, and the obscene punishments they received when they refused either through disgust or sheer exhaustion. Asuka had no idea how many men had seen her raped, soiled, and abused over her imprisonment, but she knew that she wanted to burn alive each and every one of them if she could.
But there was a new machine there that day. It sat in the center of the stage inside an empty pool, a somewhat-opaque cylinder sitting on six legs like a foul insect, with a vile replica of a horse cock and balls in black and red hanging off the bottom, at perfect height for the two women to play with it on their knees. The inside of the cylinder was filled with thick, viscous fluid, slimy with goopy chunks scraping against the walls of the cylinder as a slow arm rotated through to keep it all from hardening.
The women could smell what was in it from thirty paces away. Semen.
“It’s filled with appreciation from all yer fans!” the orc jailer said. “We got over two thousand of the bastards, and that’s just the orcs and humies! You sluts got some scary demons horny for youz, and it ain’t just the smilers, hah!”
Asuka could feel their presence, somewhere above her. She felt the panic beginning to rise in her, the terror that she wanted to badly to fight that she’d do stupid, irresponsible things to prove she wasn’t afraid. She didn’t know why those demons did this to her, but they touched something in Asuka that she couldn’t describe. She could feel their eyeless gazes on her and her pregnant belly, and she tried to tamp the fear down before it could flame up.
The ninja saw Asuka’s hands twitch, and grabbed it quickly. Asuka held onto her like a lifeline. “Fine, what’s the idea then?” Sakura shot out.
Chuckles from the orcs manning the cameras. “Easy! Just empty the tank, and youz get yer outside time. We even put on the horse dick, since the ninja bitch had such a fun time with the live one, hah!” Sakura bit her tongue.
The two were stripped of their anyway-useless clothes, and placed on their knees, the horse toy hanging between them at face height. The pair looked at the cameras, the heavy lighting in their eyes obscuring their view of the orcs behind.
“Alright, you know what to do! Introductions, ladies!”
Sakura closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them, she turned on the bubbly little-sister charm. “Hey there everyone! Igawa Sakura here! I used to be a real-deal ninja, but I’m just a jizzdump for sexual relief! I hope you’ve all had fun with my lewd videos up to now!” The ninja licked her lips theatrically. “I bet you have, if you’ve sent this pregnant bitch like me so much of your hot, sticky cum! I’m getting so wet just thinking about all of you doing this for me!” Sakura started to finger herself and pinch her leaking nipples.
Sakura did this every time, trying to pull the cameras’ attentions entirely onto her, leaving Asuka less exposed. But the orcs had begun to cotton on. “You ain’t alone, ninja-slut!”
Asuka wanted to retch. But she had to play along, even if it meant her pride being dragged through the most disgusting mud imaginable. “Asuka Langley Soryu, Second Child, pilot in the Evangelion program. I… I’m happy to see that my lewd body that’s useless for fighting still gets you guys hard. I’m excited to slurp down your tasty jizz.” Asuka hated the words coming out of her mouth, but she told herself that it was all for show, all for the cameras.
She did not listen to the little voice in the back of her head that said this was the real her.
“I’m excited to get all this hot, steamy stuff into my stomach, aren’t you, Asuka?” Sakura asked. She ran her hand along the length, feeling that there was something decidedly animated about it as it started to twitch. Demon magic. She took Asuka’s hand and placed it on the balls, telling her to be careful through her fingers.
Asuka understood the caution, but still she felt the eyes above her, watching her, waiting for her to make a mistake. She tried to shut it out by licking at the fake balls, her tongue gliding over the rubber with ease. But as she nibbled with her lips at one ball, she was shocked that where she used her tongue, the material turned more lifelike, with all the heat and smells she remembered when Sakura had been raped by the demon stallion. She heard the laughing of the orcs behind her, but she dared not stop.
Sakura, theatrically licking and moaning into the piss slit, was met with the feel of the flared tip becoming more fleshy and vital as she kissed it. She too wanted to stop, but she knew that if she did there would be consequences. So she made out with the tip of the horse penis, her tongue diving into the open hole, dramatically tongue-fucking it.
What was supposed to be rubber and cold was now pulsing with inner life, and the smell was beginning to overwhelm her senses. There was the barn-stench, and the smell of the cum in the tank just waiting to start pouring out, but Sakura could also smell and taste the acrid remains of urine. She moaned into the urethra, her hands running along the shaft to try and coax out some cum to try and cover over the sour leftovers.
But try as the ninja might, she just couldn’t get anything from the tank to start leaking out. She sucked and kissed at the tip, the laughing of the orcs stabbing her from behind, but she didn’t know what she was doing wrong. Am I missing something? she asked herself. But she just couldn’t quite put the pieces together, her stressed mind stumbling between competing possibilities and trying to keep an eye on Asuka, who was eagerly slurping in a way that worried Sakura.
Asuka figured it out. The whole shaft needed to be transformed before it would start leaking. She had done the balls, and she sat under them, letting them rest on her face, inhaling the overwhelming, obscene scent, as her tongue lapped out at the now-leathery skin. The pilot wanted to stay there, letting the gross masculinity overpower her, reduce her into a mewling, piteous thing, unworthy of her name. Sakura would spend the next hour making out with the piss-hole, leaving it sloppy with so much of her spit that it would be spilling all over the ninja’s gigantic tits and belly. Who knew what would happen to them if they gave up like that?
Asuka shivered at the possibilities of surrender, the sweet bliss of letting go of the struggle to wallow in her complete and utter failure as a human being. But she pushed them aside the way Sakura had taught her, and refocused her mind. Asuka pulled her face away from the sweaty testicles, panting heavily, long and heavy strands of spit connecting her soft lips with the slick skin. She looked up and started licking the shaft, using her tongue as broadly as possible to affect the transformation as quickly as she could.
Sakura saw what her charge was doing, and realized her mistake. She smiled against the flesh on her mouth, and was rewarded with the first ropes of disgusting semen spurting into her mouth. “Kaff! Kkffh!” Sakura choked on the unexpected liquid, before beginning to drink it down. She could taste the familiar notes of human and orc jizz – the mingling of the two races’ seeds making a slime so bitter and salty that it brought tears to her eyes.
Each stroke of her hands and Asuka’s breasts on the shaft squirted more and more of the filth into Sakura’s mouth, her throat working quickly to swallow as much as she could. She could feel it leave stains on the inside of her throat, and off-white rivers began to spill out over her lips as the flow, slowly at first and then fast, became too much for Sakura to easily swallow down.
Asuka grabbed Sakura’s breasts and heaved them around the shaft, only her inhuman-sized tits able to swallow the shaft completely, and pulled them back and forth, letting the cum spilling from Sakura’s mouth help lube the cleavage. Asuka pulled on each nipples, the heaving milk jugs slopping along the veins loud enough for the microphones to pick up. The milk spraying from Sakura’s nipples helped wet the hot demon flesh.
More and more cum slopped out of the flaring, steaming tip, enough now that Sakura could barely hope to swallow it all. It began to waterfall down her lips, spilling over her chin to spatter like yellowed rain onto her giant pregnant belly, running down in slimy rivulets to patter onto the ground below her and pool until Sakura was kneeling in a puddle of filth all around her. The warmth spread until it hit the edges of the pool, and began to rise, slowly but surely.
Sakura kept trying, doing her best, but she could feel her stomach bloating with all the semen she was ingesting. A little splurt fell down the wrong pipe, and she started coughing against the hole, semen jetting out of her nostrils, splashing more and more sperm onto her face.
Asuka had to help her. The pilot tried to pull Sakura away from the hole, but the aphrodisiac effect of the orc semen in the mix, let alone the other and more potent demons’, had put the ninja into a haze. She suckled on the quarter-sized hole, heedless of the messy ruin the seed was making of her face. When Asuka tried to pull her off, Sakura moaned louder into the hole, sending her tongue into the flow to burn the taste in.
“I love this! I don’t want to taste anything except jizz!” Sakura’s addled mind repeated over and over again.
“Sakura, please!” Asuka pleaded, “let me help!”
“Nnnhhh!” Sakura voiced her displeasure as Asuka slipped her face against her sticky cheek, trying to take her place in front of the stream of delicious, salty jizz. She felt disappointed that it was just a machine she was pleasuring, instead of the demon steed who’d pounded her until she’d passed out before. “Maybe after I’m done bloating my belly with all this seed I can beg to give that stallion’s asshole the spit-polishing he deserves!”
Seeing Sakura’s eyes beginning to fade into emptiness, Asuka did the first thing that came to mind. She shoved Sakura out of the way. “It’s mine, now!” she yelled for the cameras, before throwing herself into the flow of semen and letting it spill into her open mouth, her tongue quickly becoming utterly drenched in jizz.
Sakura was about to push Asuka back when she realized why Asuka had done it. God, how close she’d gotten to just letting her personality melt away! Asuka had made the right move. Sakura knew that she’d made a mistake in trying to do everything herself – and wasn’t that something she’d chided Asuka for in the past? Neither could deal with this alone.
Asuka’s desire to retch at the foul taste filling her belly quickly subsided as the aphrodisiac made her perceptions fuzzy at the edges. She found it hard to hold onto details. She knew she had to be careful, but it was hard to remember for what exactly. She could hear Sakura moaning as she came from dragging her tits along the shaft. Asuka dipped one hand in the pool of steaming jizz and shoved a handful of it into her pussy, her squirting girl cum joining the foulness that was clinging to her knees and calves.
Together the two attacked the cum tank, switching off drinking duties as they could. But it didn’t take long for the two of them to be completely splattered, head to toe, in sticky semen, drenched from the unrelenting flow. Asuka’s hair was totally slathered, and Sakura’s pretty face could hardly be seen under the bukkake. But the girls worked harder and harder, the cum in the pool rising higher and higher until their pussies were submerged in the vileness, and then their pregnant bellies were almost halfway covered.
Little globs of jellied demon sperm splattered in Asuka’s mouth as she chewed and swallowed, and Sakura had to dig with her fingers deep into the urethra to pull out a bead of congealed semen that had obstructed the fountain-flow, and was met with a spray that caught her directly in the eyes.
The two were dragged to the very edge of sanity, the ever-present desire to give up always waiting for them. But they kept themselves grounded. Sakura stopped Asuka from trying to deepthroat the horse-toy, and Asuka stopped Sakura from trying to shove herself onto it. Holding each others’ hand, they could withstand the humiliation of having the flaring tip kiss their lips like a man might, or the feel of being belly-deep in sperm. They could escape, if they kept their wills intact.
After hours of tribulation, the tank was emptied. When the last drop came out of the tip, Sakura fell back into the pool of semen, joining Asuka, who was already almost submerged in it. Both their bellies stood out of the murk like bare islands in a sea of off-white and yellow. Her head half-covered by the slop, Asuka still heard the sound of the orcs’ laughter through the dense liquid.
The two had “succeeded,” as they were told later, when they were “gifted” piercings on their nipples and clitorises. “Youz gonna have to look good for the folks up top, ya know!” a goblin tittered as his sharp nails played at the metal rings that made the pair’s ache.
When Sakura and Asuka were left alone that night, they rubbed their pussies together, feeling the growing labor pains welling up inside them. After cumming, they lay next to each other, panting.
“What’s going to happen to us after we give birth?” Asuka asked with her fingers. “How do we get out?” She didn’t want to admit it, but the thought of the new and obscene tortures that were almost assuredly being devised to destroy or warp the two into unrecognizable forms scared her.
Sakura held her charge’s head between her breasts. “I don’t know,” she signaled back. “But if we get out, we might be able to leave traces that my sister can follow.”
It was all the pair had. Leave something that Asagi could find, and maybe follow back to their prison, and help them get out, if they couldn’t escape on their own. But it felt like such a fragile hope.
Waking up, they oiled each other down, taking special care with their sore piercings. Asuka slopped handfuls of glistening oil and rubbed it onto Sakura’s breasts and belly, feeling the eager monsters inside of her bodyguard, and for a moment wanted to smile happily, before she remembered what the babies were.
Both girls were slick with oil when they were rudely interrupted by more orcs. “Time for yer fun up top, ladies!” announced the shortest one. He threw two packages their way, and Sakura caught them with ease even in her current state. “Yer dresses, unless youz wanna go full-naked, hah!”
Sakura opened one and pulled what was inside out, and grimaced on seeing the purple and leopard-print corner. “Want us to look like whores, is that it?” she asked, her voice level.
“Oh no, that’s the girl’s one!” The orc grabbed the other package and tore it open, showing the cow print micro-bikini and heavy brass bells that Sakura knew were going on her tits. “We’re just showing off what youz are, haha!”
Asuka’s foot swung out before she could even think, and the orc was caught off guard by the sheer audacity, getting a powerful CRACK as the top of her foot impacted with his temple. Sakura grabbed Asuka’s arm and pulled her behind as the other orcs rushed in closer in surprise. They were about to grab Sakura when the short orc muttered something vile, rubbing his head.
“Heh,” he chuckled, “damn near thought the firecrotch bitch had been tamed by now. Fuck, I deserve that, I guess.” He got to his feet, grinning toothily. “But damn, youz bitches need to learn your place. Youz lucky ys still got the brats in youx or we’d beat ya black and blue.”
“You could try, but even pregnant I’d break your skull, dumbass!” Sakura chirped.
“The fuck ya sayin-” the orc said, his anger rising, until a presence approached, and all of them stopped.
“Punishment,” came the eerie, ghostly noise, a voice that took away sound. Asuka’s stomach dropped, knowing where it came from.
Dipping under the door frame, a tall, bone-white demon appeared, its red smile and appearance a mockery of the Evangelion that Asuka piloted. She didn’t know what the connection was, but she knew there was something there, and it scared her. It took all her willpower not to wet herself.
“That’s right, sir!” the orc said, “Punish-” his words were cut off by the demon grabbing him by the mouth. Confused sounds started to come out of the orc, muffled by the hand, as he was lifted from the floor.
“Threatening the Children,” whispered the anti-voice. The demon’s legs morphed in disgusting, fleshy bulges, before reforming facing the other way, and the demon walked out of the room with the screaming orc, its eyeless face on Asuka the whole time.
Asuka felt drained of defiance then. How are we supposed to escape when they want me so badly?
After the orcs fled, Sakura and Asuka changed into their assigned costumes. Asuka wore what might have been a pink tube-dress, were she not pregnant, with a g-string with leopard print. Sakura helped her put on her collar, and the glittering chains of jewels that were latched to her piercings in a huge, drooping, inverted triangle.
Sakura was given the cow role. On each nipple she was given a heavy brass bell that hooked to her piercings, that rang with her movements. She was given cow print stockings and gauntlets, a little headband with cow horns, and a butt plug with a cow tail. Asuka helped her with all of it, including lubing up her asshole enough for the huge plug to finally slide in, making Sakura moo involuntarily.
The domino masks slid over their eyes, giving only the barest pretense at disguise. The demons were going to parade them around, but why? Sakura couldn’t figure it out. Wouldn’t word of their sighting reach someone at Gosha? Why give even the chance of their being tracked down?
Every minute, their bellies grew tighter, and more painful. Their wombs were ready, and Sakura knew their water was going to break any time now. Was that part of why they’d been given this chance to go outside? Because the demons knew the girls would be too busy giving birth to try and escape?
If they’d had an idea to try and run with only orcs present, then the presence of one of the eyeless demons as they came out of their apartment put paid to that. The thing looked at both of them, and Asuka felt like she was more than naked under that hellish sight. It held out its hand, leashes for their collars, and Asuka, with shaking fingers, locked it to hers without any more trouble, before Sakura did the same worry in her eyes at seeing Asuka so cowed.
The demon snapped the collars, and the pair marched ahead of it. Sakura heard a gross, fleshy sound, and when she glanced over her shoulder, saw a smiling boy with brown hair and a kind face. “Come on, girls,” he said. “The night is young!”
The demon led them to a car, and with difficulty the two took seats. The windows were totally opaque, and when the car moved it moved with a smoothness that neither Sakura nor Asuka had ever felt. It was like they were hardly moving at all. Neither knew where they were, or where they were being taken to, but Sakura knew that even seeing some buildings would be enough for her.
Asuka spent the hour in the car staring at the demon-boy. It was the youthful face, she thought, that she hated and feared so much. It looked so innocent, but it was utterly without humanity. There was not a single movement, no flicker of muscles that moved involuntarily. Nothing changed with this monster except by its will. But where had she seen a face like it before? She wracked her brain, sweat beading through the oil still covering her skin, sliding down her face to drip onto her tits, barely covered by the thin strands of plastic fabric that the tube dress had turned into when she’d put it on.
When the car stopped, the demon moved a finger, and the doors opened. Asuka and Sakura stepped out, the ninja groaning in pain and grabbing at her belly. Asuka grabbed her arm and helped her stumble away from the vehicle. They were in an off-street, a thin little ribbon of asphalt between the backs of two larger blocks. Sakura scanned the sky line for any landmarks.
She learned a few things very quickly, and was about to say something to Asuka when the leashes snapped against their backs, making both of them squeal. “Forward, please,” the demon said.
The ladies wobbled forward on their absurd platform heels, Asuka clinging to Sakura’s arm for balance. They really did look like a pair of gutter trash whores, but Asuka feared the demon behind her more than she hated the humiliation. The pair heard the sounds of people not far from them, and they steeled themselves.
They came out of the alley onto a street perpendicular to a sight that Sakura had seen a thousand times before – the humble pedestrian shopping street, without which no Japanese town was complete. She caught the name – “Yebisu Street,” and realized they was somewhere just west of Tokyo proper. God, they were over halfway to Gosha, nestled in the mountains! What were these demons doing?
People walked on the street in front of the pair of captives, and before the demon could snap the leashes again, they wobbled their way closer to the crowds. An older man glanced right, catching the two for a moment, and did a double-take before letting out a surprised cry. He stared at them, and Asuka knew what he saw.
He saw two public jizzdumps, the cow on the left jingling as she walked, the streetwalking whore on the right tugging at the fabric of her panties riding into her busted, leaking pussy with every step. He was lost in a combination of arousal and horror as they got closer. Others started looking where he was, and gasps and cries started rippling out from the alley. People fled away from the obviously pornographic exhibitionists, but others came towards the commotion, interested in what was causing such a stir.
Every pair of eyes on Asuka made her shame more and more unbearable. Then she heard phone cameras go off, and flashes began to hit her eyes, as the liberated set of young men and women took in the true degeneracy that she and Sakura were engaged in. The demon kept them walking towards the oncoming wall of bodies.
“Holy shit…” said one young guy.
“Look at that hair! She’s gotta be a foreigner!” said a young woman.
“They’re so huge! Are they even real?” one said as he stared at Sakura’s tits.
Asuka felt the pressure behind her, knowing what was being demanded of her without words being spoken. She hefted one of Sakura’s huge udders from below. “Of course they’re real, see the milk? If you want to, feel free to use these milk bags however you like! You can slap them, pinch them, yank them, whatever you want if you want to hear this cow moo!” Her voice sounded alien to her ears, but saying it, she felt it was true.
People didn’t even notice the young man holding the leashes, as they crowded around the two sluts. In a moment three dozen hands were assaulting Sakura’s tits, making the cow moan and shiver. “C’mon, moo for us, slut!” the crowd roared. Sakura, panting, was too slow for their liking though. THWAP-SLAP came out, joined with the jangling brass bells, as the crowd started to abuse Sakura’s tits, slapping them, punching them, or pulling on the bells and laughing.
The dark part of Asuka’s mind was happy that the depraved crowd at least was focusing on Sakura, and not her.
But her hopes were not to last long, as hands started playing at her thighs and belly. “What about you, huh?” a feminine voice said, speaking for the other part of the crowd, now focusing on Asuka. “You think you’re better than her?”
Sakura’s moos started, but were barely audible over the men and women now surrounding her. Asuka shivered, the labor pains coming faster and faster. “You… you can use my holes however you like. Just… be careful with the babies…”
Asuka was immediately assaulted by the crowd, with grubby hands playing with her oiled asshole. Their frenzy surprised Asuka. Was there some kind of demon magic on her that was driving them into this madness? Or was this just what people were at heart, that the idea of her fighting for humanity was fundamentally laughable?
The groups abused the pair with their hands, but before they could bring the girls on the ground and fuck them then and there, the leashes twigged, and the sluts got the message. They kept walking, slowly, painfully, orgasming as the crowd did everything they wanted. A man dropped his pants and fucked Sakura in the middle of the street, thrusting his hips wildly to the laughs and cheers of those around.
He was the catalyst needed to send the remaining onlookers into running trains on the two. Asuka would take a few steps, but then be stopped by another man who pushed himself into her asshole or pussy. Every mad, unfocused thrust into her made her head bloom with stars, as she felt her cervix dilate further and further. Sakura fared no better, being assaulted by men, and also women eager to dive between her legs and eat out her pussy for a few minutes, masturbating at the same time.
By the time the pair got to the end of the shopping road, they’d taken an hour to walk 1000 feet. Both had gotten scrawled on, obscene abuse that branded them “cumdumps,” “public toilets,” and “no condoms allowed!” Both had cum two or three dozen times, and were leaking from their holes. But the demon had more planned for them, and led them up a nearby hill.
Asuka wobbled on her legs, each step harder than the last. She wanted it to stop. She wanted this torture to end. Why did she have to give birth? Why did she have to be subjected to this horror? What had she done to deserve it? Why hadn’t anyone tried to help her? Her mind was wholly focused inwards, her thoughts bouncing on her awful situation, focusing stronger and stronger, the void of despair calling her.
Sakura was having a hard time focusing as well. She had tried to leave scratches on the ground in ways that Asagi would recognize the symbols, but it had been hard to do while also being fucked. But now that she’d done what she could, she felt consumed by the pain in her belly. She had felt the triplets in there for months, feeling them grow larger and larger, and now that they were finally ready to be born, she was terrified. How were they going to come out of her without tearing her apart?
The demon led them to a hill-top park, the site of a small camp of homeless men. They were startled by the arrival of the girls, but watched with as much intensity as sharks as they caught full view of the ladies.
“It’s time, ladies,” the demon said in its fake human voice. The pair knew what it was time for.
Planting their feet in wide stances, they bent their knees in lewd squats, and began to push. Asuka groaned, and animal grunts snorted out of Sakura’s throat. In front of their audience, they pushed and pushed, their muscles straining to push out their inhuman young.
“Hnnnghhiiii!” Sakura squealed, and even Asuka couldn’t stop herself from letting out shameful, crude moans. Both felt movement as finally, after the months of fear, their children began to slide down out of their wombs.
Sakura was met with the challenge of having to force out a trio of significantly larger-than-human babies, and she could feel the broad skull forcing open her cervix, making her cry with the pain, and yet also sending shocks of pure electric sexual joy through her body. Every movement the unborn child made was reshaping her pussy, and her body loved it. She knew the two wires in her head were being crossed when they shouldn’t, that she was being primed to adore birthing, but she couldn’t fight it, not at that moment.
But Asuka had a different problem. Whatever was coming down her tunnel, it was active. She could feel it wriggling inside of her, pushing against her tunnel walls, making her crotch bulge from the inside with its movements. Her imagination gave her a vivid image of a huge, wriggling maggot inside of her, its bulbous body pushing its way down to her hole. “No…! No!” Asuka cried out. “I don’t want it! I don’t want this monster!”
Water, pinkish with blood and with dollops of semen mixed in, splattered from Sakura’s hole onto the sand below her. An orgasm hit her, making her white out. The gray head of an orc-human hybrid pushed out of her gaping hole, slick with the unholy combination of liquids inside Sakura’s pussy. “Aaaahhhnnngggg!” Sakura noised from the bottom of her throat, and with a heavy thud, the first of the triplets fell onto the sand heavily, but unharmed. “Haaahhhhnnnnggggg!” she lowed like an animal as the second came out close behind.
“Nooo!” Asuka cried out at seeing Sakura’s sons. “No, no no!” Tears flowed down her cheeks. “No! I can’t! I can’t!” She wanted to stop the thing inside her from coming out, and even slapped a hand over her pussy, as if she could push whatever was coming out back in.
“No, you can’t stop it,” the demon’s true voice came into Asuka’s ears, and she looked around to see the men all dead where they’d sat, their empty eyes staring uselessly at her. The demon, in its true form, stood behind her.
Asuka screamed the scream of the damned. “ NO!”
But the demon shoved its hand into Asuka’s asshole, making the pilot orgasm shamefully. The demon’s hand pressed against Asuka’s tunnel from behind, helping the thing inside her ease its way down her tunnel. Asuka came and came and came again, squirting until the sand below her was a muddy mess. Her eyes rolled up, and her mouth hung open, her tongue lolling out as she felt her tenuous grip on sanity come closer and closer to the breaking point.
There was no coming back from this, was there? How could there be? She was birthing a demon, her body ruined for anyone who might have even looked at her as beautiful in the past. Why didn’t she give up now? She’d made it this far, and what had it gotten her? Nothing. Just pain and humiliation.
The demon might have shattered Asuka then and there, if it had concentrated on her mind. But it was too preoccupied with the thing being born to care about the mother. Just before Asuka gave up, Sakura’s hand reached out and grabbed hers.
“ Together,” was all Sakura could say, her own ahegao dribbling spit onto her tits as her hungry boys reached for the gargantuan nipples to suckle, her tits so huge and low to the ground they could reach up and grab them. But it was enough for Asuka to hold onto sanity, however tenuously.
Asuka became a mother as the squirming, energetic demon in her finally forced her hole open. She couldn’t see it, but she felt the energy coming from it. It was evil. Whatever the demons had wanted from her, surely this was a success they’d want to build on. But Asuka was stuck with the orgasms rocking her body from the child waving a limb and striking her clitoris and pulling on the ring around it.
The demon helped the child out of Asuka, its hand finally coming out of her gaping, slimy asshole, the other one holding onto the precious young. Without even a motion, the umbilical cord was sliced through, and Asuka fell forward onto her deflating belly and leaking tits, her cheek rasping on the sand. She stared blankly at Sakura, cumming as she breastfed three hybrids, mooing and making awful sounds.
There had to be a way out of this hellhole, but as Asuka came again, she wasn’t sure where it was.