Lara Crawford vs. the 4F Machine

 

By Orb

 

          Anya took the elevator to the top floor of the inconspicuous office building.  It opened into a large, well-furnished office.  Ms. Stockholm sat patiently at the far end of a long conference table.  Anya walked in and stood at attention.  The young Russian brunette’s attire consisted of a white blouse and short blue mini-skirt.

 

“Agent 36 reporting.”

 

“You may sit.” Ms. Yutte Stockholm replied.  The buxom, leggy blond beauty was a high-ranking officer of the nefarious crime syndicate known as S.C.R.E.W..

 

“Everything has gone according to plan.  An hour ago, we successfully raided the research facility and acquired the Mutex prototype.” Anya reported while crossing her long legs.

 

“Excellent.  When my tracking device is added to the Mutex prototype, the 4F Machine will be born.  It will be an unstoppable sex cyborg!  With it, we'll hunt down and fuck every super-bimbo that stands in our way, starting with England’s greatest and most glamorous super-heroine.   Lady Albion and her young sidekick, Lark, will be its first conquest!  This afternoon, they met with the mayor.  Little did they realize, olfactory sensors were secretly placed in the fabric of their chairs.  Their vaginal aromas were recorded.  You see.  Every pussy has a unique fragrance.  Knowing this, my tracking device can track any woman by her scent.  To put it bluntly, it hunts cunts.  Lady Albion and Lark think their silly masks guard their identity.  The fools!  The 4F machine knows their scent.  It will FIND them, FACIALIZE them, FUCK them, and FERTILIZE them!!!  When it's through with them, they'll be FINISHED!  Ah ha ha ha!!!”

 

 

Beep! Beep!

 

Yutte’s villainous monologue was interrupted by a warning light on her video console.  The monitor screen showed a stunning dark-haired beauty in a skin-tight ops suit boarding the elevator. 

 

“It seems we have an uninvited guest.  You were followed.”

 

Anya’s face grew white.

 

“That’s impossible.  I… I…”

 

“Be quiet.”  Yutte commanded.  “I know her.  Her name is Modesty Haze.  She’s a British agent.  The imbecile is taking the elevator.  I’ll deal with her.”

 

Modesty Haze  watched as the floor numbers climbed to 13.  She waited for the doors to open with her right hand on the Walther P22 holstered at her waist.  The doors never parted.  To her shock, robot arms sprung from the side panels of the elevator.  They grabbed her wrists and held her in a standing position.   A third arm with cutting pinchers removed and disappeared with her gun belt.  Ms. Stockholm’s voice came over the speaker.

 

“Well Miss Haze.  I see you’ve arrived to provide tonight’s entertainment.”

 

Modesty struggled to break free.  The wrist cuffs held her arms awkwardly above her head.

 

“What are you going to do with me?”  She fretted.

 

“You’re a pretty girl.”  Yutte cooed.  “I think you know what S.C.R.E.W. likes to do with pretty girls.  In a few moments, the bottom of the elevator will open and the arms will let go.  You’ll fall into a frictionless tube.   I’ll watch you on my video monitor as you slide round and round and round until you reach the basement.”

 

“What’s in the basement?”  Modesty asked with trepidation.

 

“A very good question.  We placed a giant vat of warm, sticky white cum at the bottom of the slide.  It’s our infamous mega-pregger formula.”

 

Modesty gasped.  “Mega-pregger?!”

 

“Oh yes.  All it takes is for a single drop of pregger formula to come in contact with your little pussy and you‘re fucked!  There’s just one small alteration we need to make to your uniform before we send you on your way.” 

 

Yutte smirked as she pressed a button on her console. 

 

A new pincher arm emerged.  Modesty watched helplessly as it grabbed hold of the fabric between her thighs

 

Riiiiippppppp!!!

 

It tore off the crotch of her uniform. 

 

“What the…..?”  Modesty gasped.

 

"Say goodbye to your modesty, Modesty."  Yutte replied.

 

A moment later, the arm came back.  It snipped the sides of her black panties.  Pinching the front of her undies, the arm pulled back and slowly unveiled Modesty’s most intimate area.   The trim landing strip of dark pubic hair topped her vulva.

 

“No please!  I’m exposed.  Give me back my panties!  I’m defenseless!………”

 

“Bon voyage, Modesty.”

 

The trapdoor in the floor of the elevator opened and, with a yelp, Modesty dropped from sight.  Ms. Stockholm watched her monitor with delight.   The frictionless slide was like a luge track and the seductive super-agent speed faster and faster.

 

“I’ve got to slow my rapid descent.”  Modesty exclaimed.

 

Forgetting all modesty, she spread her legs and pressed her feet up against the sides of the slippery tube.  Her crotch-less costume gave the cameras a full view of her labia.  Yutte grinned at her humiliating predicament.

 

“Nice try Modesty.  No one has escaped the cum bath.  Go ahead and spread your legs nice and wide.  You’re seconds away from getting your snatch filled with spooge.”

 

Modesty quickly reached the end of the line where the slide abruptly curved upward.  It shot the bewildered heroine up in the air.  Modesty looked down.  Below her was, as promised, a massive vat of pearly white cum.  With her arms and legs flailing about and the crotch of her uniform torn off,  Modesty’s journey came to a sticky end. 

 

SPLOOSH!

 

The cum covered heroine emerged and wiped her face.  Then, she belatedly cupped her pussy with her left hand, but it was too late.  Her body felt warm all over. 

 

“I feel warm and dizzy.  Oh no…  I think I’m…..”

 

Modesty looked down and watched in amazement as her belly began to swell.  The fabric of her costume was stretched to its limit.

 

Riiiipppp!!!!

 

A baby bump burst through her uniform. 

 

“Oh my god!  My stomach is huge!  Oh no…. my bra is getting tight.  My breasts are filling with milk at an incredible rate.   This isn’t possible!”

 

The pressure was enormous.  Modesty gritted her teeth as her bra strap snapped apart.  Like her pregnant belly, her massive mammeries tore through her costume and flopped down into the cum pool with a splash.

 

“My breasts!  They must each weight 20 pounds!  And they're still growing!!!”  She whined.

 

Yutte laughed and clicked off the monitor.   The elevator doors opened and she looked up and Anya.

 

“I think we’re done here.  Your mission is complete.  You can return to Moscow.”  Ms. Stockholm declared.

 

Anya stood up and promptly departed, hoping her blunder was forgotten. As soon as the doors shut, she was ensnared by the robot arms.  Ms. Stockholm’s voice came over the speaker.

 

“I’m sorry Anya, but leading an enemy agent back to my office is a fire-able offense.”

 

She watched as a robot arm disappeared up under her skirt.  She felt it tear off her cotton panties. 

 

“No! Please Ms. Stockholm!  Not that!”  She begged.

 

“Enjoy your cum bath.”  Yutte replied.

 

The panel opened beneath her.   The twenty-year-old’s skirt flew up, giving a quick peek at her furry privates, before she dropped from sight.  Seconds later, Anya's bare bottom landed in the cum vat.  She stood up next to Modesty and watched as her expanding abdomen popped the buttons off her white blouse.  Soon, the cum's ultra-lactating ingredient gave the knocked-up nymph a pair of comically super-sized breasts.   Milk dripped from her giant nipples.

 

Yutte leaned towards her intercom. 

 

“Send a dairy team down to the basement.  Milk their tits flat.”  She commanded.

 

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That night M sat in his office.  He lifted his phone.

 

“Miss Moneyspent,  Have we heard from Miss Haze yet?”

 

“No.”  Came the reply.  “She should have reported back an hour ago.”

 

M feared the worst.  One of his best and most beautiful agents had fallen into the clutches of S.C.R.E.W..  It was time to call upon his top agent.

 

“Miss Moneyspent.  Get me Lady Lara Crawford.”

 

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The next morning,  Lady Susan Ashton (a.k.a.  Lady Albion) and her young red-haired niece Lucy (a.k.a. Lark)  exited their mansion in the country.  A Rolls Royce was parked in front.  It would take them to the day’s charity function.  They were unaware that the Mutex prototype had assumed the form of their luxury automobile.  As soon as Susan put the key in the ignition, the trap was sprung!  A robotic voice was overheard.

 

“Phase F1 complete.  Vaginal signatures FOUND and identified.  Lady Albion and Lark.”

 

Restraining belts sprung out, pinning the women in their seats as pheromone laden gas poured from the dashboard vents.

 

“What the….?!”  Susan exclaimed.

 

A panel slid aside on the dashboard, revealing a video display.  Ms. Stockholm’s gloating face came into focus. 

“Welcome Lady Albion and Lark to your retirement party.  By now you’ve realized this is not your automobile.  It’s a mutating sex-cyborg known as the 4F Machine.  It’s sole mission is to hunt down, fuck, and impregnate all the caped bimbos who dare to oppose S.C.R.E.W.!”

 

Susan and Lucy watched in amazement as the paint color of the Rolls Royce shifted from silver to a garish combination of yellow and pink.  The metal groaned as the Rolls expanded around them.  The 4F Machine was transforming before their eyes.  The bewildered heroines were now seated in the front seats of a gaudy Chevy van with tinted glass and the words “The Pussy Van” emblazoned on the sides.  The back tires, adorned with girly mud-flaps,  squealed.  Susan and Lucy had begun their one-way journey to the maternity ward.  Susan turned to Lucy.

 

“Don’t worry.  We’ll get out of this mess.   We’ve been in tighter jams before.”

 

Lucy, a petite redhead with a round freckled face, nodded.  She reflexively used their code names.

 

“Lady Albion.   My seat…. It’s…. it’s….  vibrating…”

 

“Mine too.”  Susan replied while stifling a moan.

 

They turned towards the monitor.  Ms. Stockholm was smiling.

 

“Don’t worry girls.  This is just the foreplay.  The pheromones in the air and  vibrators in your seats will make you soak your undies.  Your in-route meal will be served shortly.“

 

It was a quiet Sunday morning as The Pussy Van took the pair on a scenic tour of the country side.  Susan and Lucy moaned and writhed in their vibrating seats.  Orgasm after orgasm shook their bodies.   Soon, their pussies became dripping wet.  The robotic voice sounded again.

 

“Vaginas have reached full lubrication.”

 

Susan and Lucy gazed ahead both dazed and horny.

 

“Wonderful!”  Yutte exclaimed.  “It’s time for dinner.   The 4F machine can take any form, inorganic or organic.”

 

Simultaneously, the glove compartment opened in front of Lark while the steering wheel split in two in front of her mentor, Lady Albion.  Two monstrous purple cock-tipped tentacles emerged.  Each sported a weighty pair of cue-ball sized testicles.  Lucy’s mouth fell open.

 

“oh my!…   mmmf!”

 

Her boner seized the opportunity and lunged for her open mouth.  Soon, it’s thick head was implanted in her warm mouth with her lips tightly wrapped around the shaft. 

 

Seeing this, Susan exclaimed “Oh no! Lucy…  mmmph!!!” as she too was caught off guard and received a mouthful of cock.

 

The vibrators reactivated making Susan and Lucy forget all about their humiliating predicament.  The delirious duo had determined to dine on the delicious dicks.  The veined covered cocks pumped load after load down their throats.  The cum, laced with a super fertility agent, made their libidos skyrocket.  Retracting from their mouths, the cocks positioned themselves inches before their faces.  Susan and Lucy gazed at them while patiently awaiting their facials.   Susan received hers first, followed by Lucy.

 

SPLAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

SPLAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Torrents of cum fired from the heads of the giant cocks, splattering across their faces.  With cum running from their chins, the pair stared ahead with vacant expressions. 

 

“Phase F2 complete.  Lady Albion and Lark facialized.”

 

The sound of Yutte’s laughing came from the monitor screen.

 

“Well.  Well.   The illustrious Lady Albion and her bright young sidekick have been face fucked and facialized.  It's time for Phases 3 and 4.  Off you go Lark.  When you come back, you‘ll have a big round tummy!"

 

Lark gasped at the sound of the words, "big round tummy".  Suddenly, her seat began to drift backwards.   Susan saw the look of despair in her niece's eyes as the attractive 18-year-old disappeared behind the beaded curtain that concealed the back of the van.   She knew the innocent girl was going to be impregnated.

 

“How dare you!”  She declared.

 

"Calm down Lady Albion.   Your turn is coming."  Ms. Stockholm replied.  "There are dozens more cum-filled tentacles in the back of the van.  Right now, they're tugging off little Lark's cotton panties."

 

As she spoke, a long rubbery tentacle emerged from behind the beaded curtain.  Lark's flower panties were dangling from its tip.  Susan watched helplessly as the tentacle hung her niece's undies from the rear view mirror like a trophy.  The tentacle quickly disappeared behind the curtain.  Second's later, she could heard a series of moans and muffled grunts.

 

"ugh! oooo! ugh!  ohhhhh!  mmmmm! mmmph! ngh!!"

 

Yutte smirked.  "It sounds like Lark is getting a poke in the pink.  They'll have some fun with her.  She'll suck more cock as an inseminator works its way up her tight snatch.   The fertility drugs in her system are making her ovulate out of control.  When the inseminator reaches her womb, the little brat will get her snatch filled with seed!”

 

Susan was forced to listen as her sidekick was ravished and seeded.  Minutes later, the van became silent.   Lark re-emerged from behind the curtain on her gliding seat.  She was completely naked and covered in semen.  The tearful eighteen-year-old was sporting a sizable baby bump.  Her breasts were swollen.  Milk dripped from her nipples.  Before she could speak, Lady Albion's seat yanked backward and disappeared behind the curtain. 

 

Minutes later, two pairs of wet panties hung from the rear view mirror.  Lady Albion and Lark sat naked in the front seat, watching the road ahead.    Both had visited the back of the van,  The computer voiced the obvious. 

 

"Phases 3&4 complete.  Lady Albion and Lark fucked and fertilized.”

 

“Excellent!” Yutte cried.  “And now for a bonus humiliation.  I’d be remiss, if I didn’t have you both milked.”

 

The van made its final transformation into a white dairy truck with the words "Grand Tetons Dairy" on the side.

 

"My ultra-powerful breast pumps are going to affix themselves to your once proud chests and leave you both with a pair of the saddest-looking tits."

 

Suction funnels emerged in front of the defeated superheroines.  Susan and Lucy looked down helplessly at their globular breasts.  The air whistled as their massive lactating mammeries were drawn into the cups.  Lucy felt the tickle of the first spurts of milk firing from her nipples.  Soon, a steady stream was flowing into the cups.  How long could her breasts keep up at this rate?, she worried.  The milk truck casually drove through the country side.  Susan and Lucy grunted and moaned as the cones, with their breasts stuffed inside,  pushed, pulled, and sucked.  Soon, every drop was vacuumed from their tits.

 

Yutte surveyed her conquests.  Lucy's once perky pair had been turned into a set of sagging fried eggs.  Susan’s veined-streaked breasts sagged down to her lap. 

 

"My beautiful breasts!" Lady Albion cried.  "They're ruined!"

 

The van slowed to a stop.

 

"So long losers.  We've reached the maternity ward."  Yutte declared.

 

"My stomach...  It keeps getting bigger.  What have you put inside us?"  Susan moaned.

 

"Lots and lots of tiny little eggs.  Of course, they'll be the size of a small melon when they squeeze out your pussy.  Don't worry.  Only the first one hurts."  Yutte declared.

 

Susan and Lucy were speechless.  The back doors of the van opened as their seats whirled and jettisoned the pregnant pair onto the lawn outside the maternity ward.  They heard the computer’s final words.

 

“Mission complete.”

 

 

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Yutte smiled and gave the order for the 4F to return to base.  She logged off her computer and sat alone in her office.  Soon, her panties were on the carpet in front of her as she masturbated to the mental image of a pregnant Lady Albion looking down at her wrinkled breasts.  A powerful climax ensued.  As she hiked up her lacey panties, the warning sounded from her console.

 

BEEP! BEEP!

 

Yutte could not believe her eyes!  Lady Lara Crawford was entering the elevator.

 

“Doesn’t anyone in MI6 take the stairs?”  She thought.

 

There was no mistake.  The tight fitting black shorts, the twin holsters, the massive, gravity defying bosom... it was Lara Crawford.  MI-6's top agent had unwittingly walked into the same trap as her former colleague, Modesty Haze.   Yutte felt her pussy becoming wet again.

 

"This is too easy."  She pressed a button on her console.

 

Lara was immediately grabbed and disarmed by the robotic tentacles.

 

"You fool!"  Yutte's voice declared over the elevator speaker.  "Did you think you could walk right into my office and arrest me?  You're as careless as Modesty Haze!"

 

"What have you done with Modesty?"  Lara demanded.

 

"You're about to share her fate.  I've prepared a nice, warm cum bath for you.   First, my strip-bot will pinch your knickers.  ha ha!!!"

 

Lara struggled as the flexible steel tentacles tugged down and tore apart her shorts.  Moments later, they returned and snipped the sides of her silk panties.  With a quick tug, Lara bald pussy was exposed.  The tentacle waved her panties about like a victory flag. 

 

"Give those back!" Lara cried.

 

"You won't be needing any panties for the next several years.  The instant your snatch comes in contact with our megger-pregger formula, you're gun-slinging days are over.  You'll be a breeding machine just like poor Ms. Haze.   Enjoy the last few seconds of your career Lara!"

 

Before she could react, a trap door opened beneath her and Lara's naked derriere hit the frictionless slide.  Like Modesty, Lara spread her legs wide in a vain attempt to slow her rapid descent.  It was no use.  She had reached the ramp at the end of the slide.  It launched the helpless heroine up high.  Lara looked down.  Below was a massive vat of bubbling cum.  She had one chance at survival.  The strip-bot had missed her wrist-cable-shooter.  Lara fired a cable dart that attached to the ceiling above and swung herself to safety.

 

 

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A half hour later, Ms. Stockholm's office was swarmed with security agents and police officers.   A lieutenant briefed Lady Crawford, who now had a small towel covering her loins.

 

“It’s a bust.  There’s no sign of Stockholm or the Mutex prototype.  She fled once she saw you escape.  We arrested a number of her henchmen.  They’ll be interrogated back at headquarters.  Miss Haze is at the maternity ward.   That mega-pregger formula is nasty stuff.   There’s no remedy.  The doctors can only help her with the delivery process.   You’re the silver lining in this mess.  You were quite lucky.”

 

“There’s no such thing a luck.”  Lara calmly replied.

 

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That night, Lara undressed for a bath.  It had been a long day.  She felt her tone stomach.   Poor Modesty.  She had such a beauty body.  Now, she resembled a blimp.  Lara had no idea that the 4F machine had taken the form of her porcelain bath tub.  She stepped in and lowered herself into the warm water.  Immediately, stainless steel wrist bands snapped into place, preventing any escape.  Straight ahead, a video display emerged and positioned itself over the faucet as the water drained from the tub.   Yutte's smirking face came into full view.  Lara sat shackled in an empty tub.  She was a naked, wet captive of the 4F machine!

 

"You thought you escaped me.  Sorry Lara.  This is not your lucky day.  I took your panties in the elevator.  The 4F machine simply used your vaginal aroma to track and find you.  I promised you a cum bath and I intend to keep that promise.  Look at the faucet my dear.  In a moment, you'll see thick gooey cum pouring out."

 

Lara laughed.  It was not the reaction Yutte expected.  

 

"Sorry Ms. Stockholm.  I know all about your tracking device.  That's why I allowed you to capture me earlier this evening.  I knew if you had my panties, the 4F machine would come for me.  My mission is to de-active it and return it to the government.  The E-M device sitting in my bedroom outside is set to go off on my verbal command.  Now!" Lara yelled.

 

There was a loud pop.  The overhead lights and video display went dead.  The bathroom was completely dark.  The 4F machine sat silent and frozen. 

 

"I love it when everything goes according to plan." Lara smiled.  "If only I could get my hands out of these shackles." 

 

This would be the second time today that the police would come upon her in a state of undress.   She was supposed to call M in a couple hours.   A missed call would bring help.

 

Suddenly, a light flickered back to life.  Lara's heart sank.  It was the video display.   Yutte's face came back into view.  She gave a show of mock admiration.

 

"That was well played, but unfortunately, for you, the 4F machine is a biological/mechanical hybrid.  Its biological systems are resilient to electro-magnetic attack.  Now, about that cum bath...."

 

"no..." Lara mouthed. 

 

The bath pipes gave a low rumble.  A few white drops fell from the faucet.   Lara pressed her thighs together.  In reply, a pair of robotic arms emerged on either side of the tub and gently spread her knees apart.

 

Ga-blub!

 

A torrent of thick, white cum belched forth from the silver faucet between her knees.  The expanding mass of cum was spreading outward, drifting closer and closer to her vagina.  She had only seconds to act.  Yutte spoke in the softest voice. 

 

“It’s too bad things had to end this way.  You could have joined us.  You have a most exquisite body.  It’s such a shame....”

 

Lara pushed down with her arms and lifted her crotch off the floor of the tub in the nick of time.  The move only bought her a minute or two.  The cum continued to rise.  Lara, with her legs forcibly spread, strained to raise her crotch as high as possible.  The 4F machine responded with more robotic arms.  Two grabbed her by her waist, and held her body still.  Another set delicately pinched the folds of her outer labia and spread her pink.  The tub faucet transformed into a spray nozzle.  Lara watched as it positioned itself. 

 

“noooooooo!”, she cried

 

The nozzle fired and filled her mouth with sticky cum.  Then it re-aimed and launched a jet of seed into her baby maker.

 

“Bulls eye!” Yutte laughed.

 

"Phases F1 through F4 complete.", the computer stated dryly.

 

The arms let go of the defeated heroine.  Lara felt warm and dizzy.  Her pussy tickled.  She rubbed herself as the nozzle quickly filled the tub to the brim with cum.  Lara groaned at the sight of her ever expanding stomach as it presented itself, rising above the surface of the cum.  Her stomach took up half the tub.   Lara’s breasts quickly grew to preposterous proportions.  They spilled over each side of the tub and sagged to the tile floor. 

 

“I’ve waited for this moment my entire life.  I will be the first to milk the great Lara Crawford.  Say goodbye to your perfect tits!”

 

Lara was too large to put up a struggle.  She saw two metallic tentacles tipped with bright red mouths.  The mouths darted for her nipples and gobbled them up.

 

SLURP!!!! SLURP!!!!

 

“ohhhh! my breasts!....  ooooo..... leave them alone!” She moaned.

 

The chemicals in her systems had rendered her horny and delirious.  She gave no notice to the robotic arm with the video recorder.  

 

SLURP!!!! SLURP!!!!

 

The suction mouths pulled and stretched until the last drop of milk was vacuumed from her chest.  When the job was finished, Lara's breasts resembled long, flat, fleshy tubes.  The exhausted heroine passed out.

 

Lara awoke shortly later.  She was lying flat on her bed.  The 4F machine had vanished.   She didn’t have the strength to lift her head to see over her enormous belly.   She couldn’t see the camera tripod set up and pointed at her crotch.   It was there to film and broadcast her first delivery to the world.  The contractions started... and slowly got stronger.... something large was coming down her birth canal.  The unblinking eye of the camera watched as Lara’s vagina stretched wider..... and wider.... AND WIDER.  Just like Modesty, Anya, Susan, and Lucy, her tight pink pussy was irrevocably transformed into an elephant-sized cunt.  With a loud grunt, Lara squeezed out her first pod. 

 

“ooooo......  my pussy.....   UUUUGHH!!!”

 

SPLOOPP!!!

 

The camera peered straight into her monstrous dripping pink hole.  Another large pod was on its way.   That day, Lara learned a hard lesson.   This was one of the dangers of the job.  S.C.R.E.W. had turned the once beautiful heroine into a breeding machine.

 

“not again....    NNNNGHH!!!”

 

GA-BLOOPP!!!

 

Her vagina pushed out another pod.  The contractions were relentless.  Lara helplessly watched the first pod hatch.  Hundreds of larva slithered away like pussy-seeking missiles.  That night, half the girls in the county would wake up in time to see the tail of a pregger worm disappear into their vagina.

 

THE END.