Hostage Brides of the Overlords: Part 4: (Futuristic Sci Fi Erotica) by Jill Soffalot Page A

muscle men. She would only have to explain how she became impregnated by another normal.
    She sat on the side of the bed waiting, wanting a cigarette, thinking the situation over from every angle. She knew that somewhere nearby Able Jones, the administrator of her department, was watching her. He wanted her to get pregnant, and soon. Not by a normal like Sean, of course, but he sure didn't want her dodging sperm from the bigs anymore. She'd been sucking their cocks and taking their massive loads in the mouth to avoid having to carry one of their huge babies. Able Jones had made it clear there would be no more of that.
    There was a sound at the door. Clara sat on the side of the bed and sighed, crossing her legs demurely and resting her hands on her lap. She was wearing the simple peach-colored V-neck t-shirt and cotton pants that all the women wore. At least they didn't want her to dress up in any kinky costumes. But then again, the bigs didn't seem so concerned about details like makeup or lingerie, or even human speech. They mostly came in, touched her, played with her tits and her body, then tried to sink their enormous cocks into her. Her goal each time was getting wet enough that it didn't hurt her too badly. But with cocks that big, it always hurt at least a little, even if she did usually end up coming.
    But Sean had made her come too. He'd been a simple, straightforward lover, and his cock was a perfect size for her. She'd already been stretched by the bigs, but Sean's cock was a good size, and he'd hit her spots perfectly. They were made for each other... in bed anyway.
    A sudden wish surged through her, some impossible fantasy that the door would open and Sean would be there instead of a big. He would come in and say something sweetly funny in his ghetto accent, and then kiss her. They would lay down and escape from this nightmare in each other's arms.
    The door swung open. It was not Sean. As usual it was one of the bigs. It was always a surprise to see them at first, with their shoulders so broad they needed to turn sideways to slip through the doorways. They were usually bald, or had very little hair, and brutish faces, bringing to mind a stereotype of a caveman. Their bodies were unbelievable masses of muscles with little noticeable body fat. They were hulks, plain and simple. Clara always thought of Greek mythology when she thought of them. They were like monsters.
    This was one she'd not met before, but that was nothing unusual. She'd been there, getting fucked by these behemoths for months, and only rarely had she seen a repeated face. This one had a particularly ugly face, but his body was like the rest: impossibly muscular, dark skinned as though he'd been burned by the sun and wind, with a big tool hanging between his powerful thighs.
    If only he had a single eye in the middle of his forehead, he'd be straight out of The Odyssey, she thought. If only she were as clever as Odysseus, she would be able to con her way out of this.
    He snorted as he closed the door behind him, leering at her with a wolfish grin. Clara knew the best way to go about things. Undress first, so he doesn't accidently dislocate your shoulder trying to get your t-shirt off. The bigs were gentle with the girls they fucked, but they were also unbelievably strong, and a slip could easily result in injury. They'd been bred as alien-fighters, and now that the aliens were gone, they were trying to simultaneously put out the fires of a burning world and replant the planet's forests. They were built for strength and labor, not lyrical poetry and rose petals scattered on fresh bed sheets.
    Clara stood up and pulled her shirt off over her head, then slipped her pants down and her panties off. She'd shaved herself down below to avoid chafing during aggressive fuck sessions. She licked a finger and rubbed it along the slit of her vagina, starting the process for what was to come, and then got down on her knees next to the bed.
    Clara had been