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Subject: INFILTRATION 3/5 (New Version)
(Alien, M/fff, NC, MC, Preg, Cheer)

By Nose

INFILTRATION: A story of an alien infiltration to

takeover Earth through human/alien breeding.



DO NOT READ THIS STORY IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY STORIES

OF A SEXUAL NATURE OR IF YOU ARE UNDER 21 YEARS OF AGE.

THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE FICTIONAL, COINCIDENTAL,
ARE ACTORS FROM ALPHA OMEGA.




I returned to the cell and found a beaten Angie, now silent but her body
shimmering in pain. I switched off the crown and spent a few minutes 
cleaning up the room. The girls uniforms went into plastic boxes marked
with their names: Melody, Amy, and Angelica.

I went over to Angie and pulled her ponytail back and stared into her dark,
teary eyes.

“Had enough Earth bitch?”

“Yes...master..I beg...you..no more..”

“Will you obey me willingly?”

“yes...yesss...master”

“Beg me to get you pregnant.”

“Please master...make me pregnant.”

“Beg me to let you bear five children for me.”

“Please...master..let me bear fi-five chil-children for you.”

“That’s a good slave”

I turned on the monitors to Melody and Amy’s rooms. I yanked on her
hair and made her look into the screens. Amy and Melody lay writhing
on their cots. 

“Look Earth bitch. It didn’t have to be this way. Yours friends are
experiencing great pleasure while you feel pain. Let this be a warning 
to you.”

I released Angie from her bonds and she laid on the floor in a fetal
position. After cleaning up the lab, I went over to Angie.

“Time to join your friends as a breeding stock. Get up on your hands
and knees.”

Angie complied with a whimper. I kneeled behind her and rammed my tool into
her semidry, sweaty cunt. She squealed in pain as I did the old in and out.
However it wasn’t long before her pussy juices started to flow and she 
actually began to enjoy it, humping back at me. I guess it was a psychological
reaction to her torture, anything but the pain or something like that. We
both orgasmed together.

I carried her to her cell and set her up on her bed like her fellow cheer-
leader friends. As I left I realized that when I first rammed her, I felt 
no hymen ripping. Angie wasn’t a virgin, yet she resisted more. I made a 
mental note to study this irony later. Oh well, two cherries in day wasn’t 
too bad!













 


























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