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	If you're under 18, the following text is not for 
you. Skip or erase the file. If you're over 18, you can 
officially decide for yourself.
	The following work of total fiction contains a scene 
of graphic nc sex, but no violence. This story includes 
fairly strong elements of restraint/bondage and of 
impregnation/insemination.
	Content is my own (Monocle), copyright 1999, (as are 
the typos, and spelling & grammar errors), and any 
resemblance to persons or events living or dead or stories 
already written is purely coincidence. 
	The reader is free and welcome to copy and circulate 
this story within free legal forums, as long as this 
disclaimer is included and no alterations to it or the 
content are made.
	I hope you like it.
	Monocle (monocle_o@THIShotmail.com)

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  |    |   Primal Duty - NC M+/F Preg
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 _|____|_  In which a secret group of powerful men have 
  (O) o    selected another young woman of high moral 
  /  >     standards to bear them a child.
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Primal Duty
By Monocle

	"Ms. Flinn, welcome back. You are our guest of honor 
this evening," the disembodied voice echoed through the dark 
room as the young woman stirred awake. She could remember 
heading to her car after work, getting in, something damp 
and noxious clamped over her mouth and nose from behind, 
then nothing.
	"We are the Primal Man, and we have been watching 
and preparing for you for some time now, as we have and 
continue to do with many others like you."
	Susan tried to sit up from her position in the 
darkness and found she couldn't. Her arms were bound 
together above her head and her legs were pinned wide apart, 
bent and tied with soft but unyielding straps at the waist, 
thighs knees, and ankles. Her pelvis was upturned and she 
rested on a slight incline, angled down to her head. The 
warm air currents in the room blew across her body slowly, 
and she realized with a sharp intake of breath that she was 
naked. And exposed completely.
	"Susan Flinn, 18 years old, 243 Rose Road, you are a 
woman of excellent breeding and fine moral character. You 
believe in the sanctity of all life and the commitment to 
family. You will care for your child despite and above any 
circumstance."
	She blinked as bright warm a light fell on her, 
confirming her state of exposure and bondage. She opened her 
mouth to scream, but the voice continued.
	"You can call out as you like, but we are quite 
remote from any one who might come to your aid, we can 
assure you. All of those present are here solely for you, to 
fulfill your and our primal duty of providing the world with 
a strong, capable future generation."
	A dozen, two dozen lights turned on, illuminating 
thirty or more figures surrounding Susan. Each one was male 
and naked save for a headdress or mask that disguised their 
facial features. They were men of all builds, heights and 
colors. Though some were thinner or thicker, none were obese 
or emaciated. All looked in good health and physical 
condition. All had erections of various sizes, though none 
could be considered small.
	Susan did scream, several times, calling for help. 
The men surrounding her waited patiently until she wound 
down to quieter fearful sobbing.
	The voice continued, "We followed you for some time 
after finding you. We know that you will carry and support 
our child, and that your family will, after a time, accept 
the way things will be. We know your are not a virgin, but 
you realized your mistake early and are saving yourself now 
for the right man. We are, collectively, that man; the 
Primal Man. We know your cycle, and that you are now at your 
most ripe time for the creation of a child."
	The sheer perversity of the situation and its 
rationale stunned Susan. Staring wide-eyed around her, she 
yet didn't notice the man approaching her until the feathers 
of his mask grazed the insides of her thighs. She yelped in 
surprise as his long pink tongue extended, touched her 
vagina, something her first brief lover had never done. The 
tongue started slithering up and down, plying her slit.  
Susan let out another scream and struggled franticly in her 
bonds. They held her tensing, squirming body easily. The 
minimal movement of her hips only served the probing tongue 
better, allowing easier access to the folds of her sex.
	"You may go to the police after this, they will not 
be able to help you. We are well hidden and protected. You 
may desire counseling, which may be beneficial. You may even 
desire to give up our child. We will be saddened by the loss 
of a caring mother, but we will not stop you. But do not try 
to hide our child from us. If we cannot find it, we will 
find you again."
	The masked man at Susan's pussy licked wetly and 
sloppily, moistening her nether lips, digging his long 
squirming tongue two or even more inches into her tunnel. He 
brought his hands up to rest them lightly on her lower belly, 
gently massaging the area just above her pubis. Slowly, she 
felt her body respond automatically with it's own 
lubrication, even though she felt no sexual thrill at the 
sensual touch. At least, that's what she told herself.
	She spoke with disdain and false courage, "You 
perverts! You're just a bunch of power-tripping rapists, 
getting their thrills kidnapping and v-violating people like 
me. Well, f-fuck me and get it over with. You'll all burn 
for it later.
	"We are not going to fuck you, so much as fill you," 
the voice said. "Our pleasure is incidental to the duty we 
fulfill. So is yours, but that does not mean it will not 
come."
	Slowly the men in the circle began to move around 
behind the one going down on her in a loose line. They were 
slowly jacking their cocks in their hands. 
	Susan lost the little courage she had and began to 
plead.
	"Please don't. I don't want a child yet. I can't! 
Please... Oh!"
	The man licking her began nibbling at her clit, 
causing Susan to jump within her bonds. She realized with 
some horror that her body was beginning to respond to the 
stimulation, her hips slowly trying to undulate with the 
massaging tongue. The feathers of the mask brushed her inner
thighs. The delicate touch was electrifying to the sensitive
skin. Despite her body's nascent betrayal, she continued 
alternately to demand and beg to be released. The voice cut 
her off.
	"It is time," the voice said, "to create!"
	The man in the feathered mask stopped licking and 
stood up, stepping away. He was replaced by a hirsute, 
burly framed man, wearing a bear's head mask. Susan's eyes 
widened. He held his engorged 6 inch cock, jerking it 
rapidly with one hand, guiding it quickly to Susan's pussy 
lips. Susan thrashed and strainded against her restraints
as he placed the purple head at her entrance. Then he
grabbed her hips with both hands, and rammed himself 
inside her.
	"Gaaaah!" They cried together. She from the sudden 
penetration, he from his climax. No sooner had he pushed all 
the way into her than he came, spurting his seed deep into 
her cunt. He gripped her hips tightly and held himself 
rooted to his balls, shaking and pouring into her as she 
took a deep, heaving breath and screamed again.
	As the bear-man's climax ebbed, he moved one hand and 
placed it gently, almost reverently on Susan's lower belly, 
right above the location of her womb. The light touch there 
complimented the pulsing deep within her as he emptied the
last of his seed before pulling his still-hard cock from 
Susan's snatch. He stepped aside to be replaced immediately 
by a tall pale-skinned man wearing stylized eagle mask, his 
longer, thinner prick plowed into Susan with no hesitation, 
andthey both gasped again as he shuddered and came 
immediately.
	"Nooooo!" Susan cried as she saw the actual form of
the proceeding take shape. The loose line of men were 
masturbating themselves to the edge of orgasm, waiting only 
to enter her to come and fill her with sperm. The voice was 
right, no one was fucking her, they were just filling her 
with their sperm, to impregnate her ready womb.
	The eagle-man repeated the hand gesture on her 
abdomen and stepped away, to be replaced by a muscular 
black man wearing a fierce puma mask. His cock was longer 
and thicker than either of the other two, and Susan's 
protest turned into a sharp cry as he shoved all the way 
into her - slight pain at being so stretched mixed strangely
with an intense sensual pleasure. The impaling thrust was 
easy only because of the two loads of lubricating sperm 
already in her. Some of it squeezed out around the thick 
invader, and some was pushed deeper inside her to be joined
by new spurting wads of the black man's come in a mad dash 
for her waiting egg.
	"Aaaaie!" she yelled. She had expected the large 
member to hurt, stretching her wider than she'd ever been, 
but the sensation was more of incredible fullness than real 
pain. And Susan realized with horror that her lower body was
trying to grind up against the climaxing man, against her 
will, as if trying to get him even deeper. The vestigial 
racist terror of a small white woman facing a large black 
man shook her bound body even as it betrayed her. 
	"Oooooooh... Nooo!," She gasped as the puma-masked man
pulled out, caressing her belly with his hand. More semen 
spilled from her pussy as her muscles contracted after him, 
only to be split apart again by the cock of the next man on 
the verge of orgasm. This Wolf-masked man was stocky and 
dark, his eyes burned into hers as he pushed his fat member 
in balls-deep, grunted, and came inside her.
	In a sense she was being fucked, but instead of one 
cock pistoning in and out of her, it was many. Each time it 
pulled back and pushed in, it was a different size and 
shape, and each time it had shoved deep into her, it came.
Just before it pulled out, her belly was caressed or gently 
touched. Sometimes the caressing hand would 'accidentally' 
graze her clit, sending additional shivers through Susan's 
tightly strung nervous system.
	One after the other, each man with a different mask, 
replaced his predecessor and filled her with his fountaining 
cock. Big cats, birds of prey, strange tribal gods, bone-
white skulls. Each time she tried to protest or plead "Please 
don't!" or "No!" to no effect. All came and came into her 
trapped, fertile body. Susan overflowed, the accumulated 
semen was far too much to stay in her pussy. Even as some of 
it was inexorably being injected, guided deep into her womb,
much of it was squeezed out over her pussy lips, dribbling 
down the crack of her ass and spreading under her back or 
across her belly towards her breasts. The smell of it was 
heady and undeniably sexual.
Sometimes the timing would not be perfect, and one 
bloated cock would start shooting before making it inside 
her. The first thick jet of come would splat onto her, maybe
striking her labia or clitoris before the spasming organ was
sunk into her to deliver the rest. The sight of the sperm-
bearing fluid being ejaculated onto her drove home even 
harder that the rest of it was going_into_ her ready body. 
	Susan had lost count after ten men had pumped their 
seed into her, her body fully betraying her over the next 
minutes, eagerly humping into the next impaling, coming 
cock. Her cries of protest evolved into mewls of pleasure, 
peaking with each new pulsing penetration. "Please no!" 
slowly changed into a hoarse, ambiguous "please..."
	The longest cocks would tap or bump into the end of 
	her passage. These would deliver their juice directly 
at her the very entrance to her womb. The slight additional 
pressure of such deep penetration pushed her toward a 
delirium of unwilling pleasure, tinged and magnified by a 
growing fearful certainty within her.
	"Ooooooohhgod! Help me! HHUUUUUuuuooooo!" She rose on 
waves of sensation, focused on her pussy, but spreading out
across her belly and chest. Another cock sprayed into her. 
The combined juices almost foaming at her cunt lips with the
in and out of ever more pricks. Susan realized her eyes had 
been closed for some time as she was lost in unwelcome lust. 
She opened them and looked up just in time to see the 
feathered mask of the man who had 'readied' her come into 
view and a long, thick, trembling cock slide deeply into her, 
as far as any of the others, stretching her lips wide.

	"AaaaAIIIIEEEEEEEE! Ah, ah AHHHHH! Nnnuh Nnuh Unh 
Uuunnnnhh!" Susan came. Trapped and inseminated, she could 
not stop the white-hot burn of orgasm that engulfed her as 
she thought she could feel the feather-man's come flood her 
cervix and ooze its way into her womb, to find and meet with
the egg that was surely waiting there. Her cries slowly 
turned to defeated moans.
	"Nooooo..nonono.." She whispered as her orgasm ebbed. 
Her stomach light with butterflies, somehow she knew it had 
happened. One of the millions upon millions of sperm forced 
into her had found its target. Black, White, Asian, Indian, 
she would not know what it was until it was born.
	"Guh!", Another climaxing cock pushed into her. This 
one would not make a difference, she thought, none of the 
rest would. It was done.
	Three or four men were left. Each plowed into her 
sopping pussy and emptied his balls. Then the last was done, 
his sweaty, satisfied body withdrawing from her drooling, 
come-filled pussy. It was over. All of the men now stepped 
back into a loose circle around Susan.
	"You will stay here, this way, for an hour, to give 
our seeds time to take root, then you will be transported 
back to your vehicle and left on a secluded road. If you 
have not conceived for us this night, we will find you 
again. This has happened before, rarely, but of the Mothers 
we have brought back, some proved to be most willing. Your 
reaction to the rite indicates the same may be true of you." 
	Susan shivered at the implications of the voice's last
words.
	"We care for our children. Through anonymous, 
untraceable gifts and strokes of apparent fortune, you will 
always be able to provide food, shelter, and the best in 
education. When the child is grown, it will be informed by 
our representatives of the circumstances and reason for its 
conception. Try to hide it from us and we will have to 
create a new child with you to replace it. Nurture it, and 
you, yours, and ours will be protected, Mother of our 
child."
	"Mother of our child," The gathered men repeated with 
a mix of voices that echoed in the chamber. The lights went 
out as a wet cloth was again placed over Susan's mouth and 
nose. Consciousness left her as the echoes died away, 
burned forever into her memory. 

End




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