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.
***************************************************
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.”
**************************************************************
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.”
**************************************************************
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.
********************************************************
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.
************************************************************
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.