Mollyworld Tunnel Breach

This story features an apocalyptic scenario, public sex, drug-like effects on the mind, and breeding kinks. If that isn't your thing, don't say I didn't warn you.

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JUNE 9, 2026, 23:48 HOURS

LINCOLN TUNNEL, NEW JERSEY ENTRANCE

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The night was heavy. Damp with wet heat. The humid air clung to Specialist Taylor's fatigues as he leaned against the barricade.

The dim glow of floodlights mounted on the Humvee cast long shadows into the tunnel's entrance. He peered past the lit area, into the yawning darkness stretching deep into the earth.

It had been a long, chaotic day. The outbreak, whatever it was, had erupted that morning. Manhattan was ground zero, sealed off, and no one was to leave. The orders from command were clear: hold the line no matter what. Nobody out. Zero contact with anyone from the quarantine zone.

Behind Taylor, Sergeant Jacobs sat on an overturned ammo crate, flipping through a notepad. He had that calm, deliberate air Taylor had come to rely on. Jacobs had been through Iraq, Afghanistan, other places he was less willing to talk about. He knew how to keep his head when things went sideways.

Taylor adjusted his grip on his M4, turning to scan the empty road leading from the tunnel. The tunnel's New York side had been fortified and sealed hours ago. Of the three arched entrances, side by side, that led into the tunnel on the New Jersey side, the outer two were totally barricaded off with sandbags.

Taylor and Jacobs were posted at the one remaining entrance. A dark concrete cave that led into the unknown. Into a city overrun by... something.

"You good?" Jacobs asked without looking up.

"Yeah," Taylor replied, though his voice was tight. His eyes stayed fixed on the darkness beyond the barricade. "Just... feels wrong. All this happening so fast."

Jacobs nodded, his tone even. "A lot of things feel wrong. Doesn't mean you stop doing your job."

Taylor didn't respond. His stomach churned every time he thought of Manhattan. The day had gone by in a blur, with only scattered fragments reaching the public: the frantic evacuation orders, the images from above showing mobs of the infected tearing through the streets. Then the no-fly zone was declared, and... nothing. The comms blackout was total.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

The sound of footsteps echoed faintly from deep in the blackness of the tunnel entrance.

With a start, Taylor was pulled out of his thoughts. He stiffened, raising his rifle. "Movement," he said sharply.

Jacobs stood, dropping the notepad and gripping his own weapon. "Where?"

Taylor pointed down the road leading from the tunnel's mouth.

The darkness gave way. A figure emerged from the shadows, moving slowly, stumbling.

The two men gaped. The tunnel was supposed to be sealed on the New York side. There was a guard post in the tunnel, near the other end, behind the barricades. They shouldn't have let anyone through.

This didn't make sense.

"Hold your position." Jacobs barked, stepping up beside Taylor. The men, weapons pointed, watched the figure slowly approach.

The figure resolved into the shape of a woman. A very beautiful woman.

She was young. Couldn't have been more than 21 or 22. Her face was pale, her steps faltering. When she reached the edge of the barricade's floodlight, she stopped and raised her hands.

"Please," she said, her voice hoarse. "Please, you have to let me through."

Taylor felt his heart rate spike. His finger rested just outside the trigger guard.

"Ma'am, how did you get through the tunnel?" he demanded.

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

"I don't know. They were everywhere... I just ran. Please, I'm not infected. You have to let me out of here!"

Jacobs stepped forward slightly, his weapon still trained on her. "Ma'am, this area has been placed until military jurisdiction and is under a quarantine order."

"I..." she stuttered, "I don't... what..."

"It means we can't let anyone leave," Taylor shouted. "Those are our orders, ma'am."

Her voice broke into a sob.

"Y-You don't understand! They're everywhere in there. Everywhere. They'll... they'll kill me, or... or worse! I made it out. I survived. Please, you have to let me out!"

Taylor's grip tightened on his weapon. He glanced toward Jacobs.

Jacobs' eyes were locked on the woman, weapon raised. "Did anyone else make it out with you?"

She shook her head violently. "No. I was alone. I swear."

"Did you, uh... have you had contact with the... the, uh, infected?" Taylor asked, trying to steady his voice.

"No!" she cried. "I'm not sick! I've been hiding all day. Waiting for a chance to escape."

"The checkpoint. Behind the barricade at the other side of the tunnel..." Taylor shouted, voice shaking. "What happened to it?"

For a moment the woman was silent.

"I... I saw a... I think soldiers had been there. There was a... beige truck, and some guns. But no people. Everyone is gone."

Taylor looked at Jacobs, his throat dry. "What do we do, Sarge?"

"I think..." she croaked, voice shaking, "I think they might have been infected. I don't know where they went."

Jacobs didn't answer Taylor immediately. He stared at the woman, his expression inscrutable. Then he glanced at Taylor. "Orders are no one out."

"But..." Taylor stammered, "But Sarge, look at her... if she's clean..."

Jacobs hesitated.

She could be lying. Letting her through could spread the outbreak.

But she didn't look sick. There were supposed to be symptoms, right? Dilated eyes, erratic, almost rabid behavior. That's what they'd been told.

"Your call," Jacobs said quietly.

Taylor's stomach dropped. He swallowed hard, then raised his rifle slightly. "Ma'am, please step back. Now."

Her expression crumpled, and she dropped to her knees. "Please! You can't leave me here! You don't know what it's like in there. They'll come for me. You can't..."

"I said step back!" Taylor barked, his voice louder now, hands shaking on his weapon.

Jacobs raised a hand. "Enough," he said, his tone calm but firm. He raised an arm to his shoulder and keyed his black radio. "Bravo to HQ. We've got a civilian at the checkpoint. Claims she made it through the tunnel. Awaiting instructions. Over."

The radio crackled back, static filling the tense silence. "Bravo... understood. Ah... please advise status of... individual. Over."

Jacobs squinted at the woman. Then he lifted the radio again and leaned his head to speak.

"HQ... status of individual appears normal, no sign of erratic behavior or visible illness. Repeat, status appears normal. Over."

"Bravo, hold position. Do not allow passage. We will send medical team to evaluate... probably around... 0400. Hang tight 'til then. Over."

Jacobs clipped the radio back onto his vest and crouched slightly, his voice softer now. "Ma'am, I'm sorry. We can't let you through. A medical team is en route to check you out, but you need to stay where you are for a few hours."

The woman sobbed uncontrollably, sinking to the asphalt. Taylor kept his weapon trained on her, his heart hammering.

"W-What's your name?" he stammered.

"Lila," she sobbed. "My name's Lila. I'm just trying to get out of that nightmare."

She sat slumped against a barricade ten feet away from Taylor and Jacobs' position, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. The floodlights cast her in a harsh, unforgiving glow, but even under the weight of exhaustion and terror, there was something undeniably striking about her. Her dark hair clung to her face, damp with sweat, and her wide, pleading eyes seemed to pierce through the tension in the air.

She was very, very beautiful.

Far too beautiful to be infected.

Taylor couldn't stop staring at her. Something about her was... intensely alluring. He figured she must have been a model, or something, before the city fell into chaos.

He told himself it was just concern, just the natural instinct to protect someone in distress. But he was almost supernaturally drawn to her. Aching with need.

His cock stirred in his pants. Blood began to lazily pool into its shaft.

It had been months since he'd been home, since he'd felt anything close to human connection. The chaos of the day, the weight of the quarantine, the fear of the unknown... it all pressed down on him.

Jacobs stood a few feet away, his rifle still trained on Lila, but even he seemed to waver. The sergeant was a rock, steady and unshakable, but Taylor could see the cracks forming. The way Jacobs' jaw tightened, the way his eyes flicked toward Lila and then away, like he was fighting something inside himself.

Her lips were so plump and red, Taylor thought, eyes half lidded, staring mindlessly. Fuck. She was... so fucking pretty.

Slowly, she raised a hand to her dirty white blouse and pulled at the low-cut top, exposing her cleavage, until a plump, pale breast popped out, capped with a light pink areola and a hard deep-pink nipple. Her lips parted as she exhaled breathily. The harsh light glimmered off her thick, shiny straw-brown hair.

"Please," Lila whispered, her voice breaking. "I just... I need to feel something real. Something that isn't fear. Just for a moment."

She raised her head, breathing heavily, exposing her thin neck, and then the other hand began unbuttoning the crotch of her jean shorts.

Taylor's throat tightened.

Oh fuck. Oh shit! Did she... was she trying to...

He glanced at Jacobs, searching for guidance, but the sergeant's face was unreadable.

"We... we can't," Taylor said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's against protocol. We shouldn't... right Sarge?"

Lila looked up at Taylor, pulling the other heavy DD-cup breast out of her tight crop top. Its weight softly plopped out of the thin fabric, and the rounded tit bounced lightly into full view. Her eyes glistened and she smiled wide as she shimmied her cute hips to let the jean shorts fall to the ground.

Beneath the shorts, she wasn't wearing underwear. Her wet, naked cunt glistened in the light. She reached down and pulled the crop top over her head, discarding it. Tiny beads of sweat dribbled down her now fully-naked body, rounding the curve of her hips, drooling down her tight belly, and nestling into the fold between her thick thigh and her warm cunt.

"What does protocol matter now?" she cooed, beginning to softly walk toward them. "The world's falling apart, I... I just... I wanna get fucked one more time, before it all ends. I want you to fuck me."

For a moment, there was silence, apart from her light, deliberate footfalls.

Then Jacobs cleared his throat, his voice low and gruff. "Taylor. Stand down."

Taylor's breath caught in his throat. He knew he should step back, should raise his rifle, but he couldn't. He was frozen, caught in her approaching gaze. Captured by the wide doe eyes of this breathtakingly beautiful naked girl offering herself to him.

Jacobs shifted uncomfortably, his grip on his rifle tightening. "Taylor," he said again, his voice sharper this time. "Don't."

But it was too late. Taylor took a step forward, then another, until he was standing in front of Lila. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his arm, and he felt a jolt of electricity run through him. Her touch ignited something hot and urgent inside him.

"Jacobs," Taylor said, his voice trembling. "Bro, look, she's fine. She's not infected."

He dropped his rifle and put a hand on her hip, caressing the smooth, pale skin. Savoring the feminine outward curve from little waist to wide breeding hips. Dimples formed in her cheek as she smiled wider, shivering at the pleasure of him running his fingers down her side.

"I'm not gonna pass this up, dude," Taylor said. "Fuck protocol."

Jacobs hesitated, his eyes darting between Taylor and Lila. For a moment, it looked like he might argue, might pull Taylor back and remind him of the stakes.

Then he sighed.

"Just give us a minute, bro," Taylor said.

"A minute," Jacobs said, his voice tight. "That's it." He shook his head and walked around, behind the Humvee, out of sight.

Taylor grinned, his heart pounding. He reached up, his hands trembling as they cupped Lila's soft face. Warm heat surged through his bloodstream.

She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing, her soft, plump lips parting.

Her breath was warm. Sweet.

But it also had another scent... something bitter... almost like a chemical.

Huh.

Then she lunged forward, throwing her arms around him, and her lips met his in a desperate kiss. Her mouth pressed against his urgently. Hungrily. Sucking, slurping his lips, desperately probing with her tongue. Their saliva mixed and mingled as they sucked each other's faces. He kissed and sucked back hard, pressing his now-rock-solid cock through his pants and against her wet, warm crotch.

She pulled her face away and a thin trail of drool stretched between their lips and then collapsed. She gazed into his wide eyes.

"I need you inside me."

"Fuck yeah," Taylor whispered.

Lila's hands clawed at his fatigues, fumbling with the buttons and zippers until she found what she was looking for. Taylor gasped as her fingers wrapped around his hard shaft, ringed with thick veins, throbbing as they forced more blood into the engorged fuck organ. This was one gorgeous breeding rod, eight inches long and curved just right to hit all of a lady's most sensitive spots.

As the hot skin gripped his engorged fuck tool, Taylor groaned, letting his head loll back lazily. She turned around and his hands met her to grip her hips as she guided him to her dripping wet, puffy pink labia.

Taylor's raw cock head kissed her unprotected cunt. The blob of cloudy precum drooling from the engorged head of his penis melded with the glistening layer of cunt honey softly gushing from her hot, dark pink fuck lips, spread like a blooming flower of meaty labia to urge him inside. She squealed with ragged pleasure.

"Oh my f-fuck..." she whined needily in a high-pitched voice, wrapping her arms around him to clutch his body to hers, "fucking p... put that... inside meeee..."

Taylor hesitated for a fraction of a second. This was the point of no return. A small voice at the back of his mind was screaming at him to stop, to think, to remember the stakes.

But then with a cute feminine squeak of unfulfilled need she rocked her hips forward against him. The head of his penis slipped inside with a satisfying plop, and all rational thought vanished, pushed away by a rising heat pulsing through his blood.

Taylor grabbed her shoulders, whipped her around, and forced her to her knees, causing her to shriek with delight, round ass in the air. He lined up his girthy penis at the blossomed entrance to her wet fuck tunnel, gripping her birthing hips to fuck her doggy style.

He thrust into her, a slurping sound and a splatter of pussy juice gushing from the aggressive plunge. A low growl escaped his throat as she enveloped him into her warm, soaking cunt folds. Lila loosed a ragged animal moan, voice breaking, as she shook with an orgasm that rippled through her curves. With a wet, meaty squelch of tanned, muscular male hips against the bouncy, soft butt chub of the fertile fuck goddess, their bodies met as he bottomed out inside her. His fat knob dragged delightfully past her trembling cervix and pressed insistently against the back of her clenching-wet insides, and she squealed wildly at the delicious sensation, limbs vibrating, jaw dropped and plump red lips trembling, eyes going white as they rolled back in her head.

After a moment embedded fully inside her, he slowly began pulling out again, eyes wide with lust, savoring the heavenly sight of her grippy pussy lips melding perfectly to the shape of the cock veins snaking out of her as her labia pulled at his girthy retracting cock. Then, with a grunt of satisfaction, he thrust inward again, eliciting a yelp of "YES! FUCK!" from her whining mouth as his fat, meaty battering ram slammed into her womanly fuck tunnel, her ass cheeks vibrating with the force of his smacking hips slapping wetly against them.

Plap. Plap. Plop. Plap.

As the thrusts increased pace to a steady rhythm, a stream of shrieked babble loosed from her plump lips.

"Please... I... I need to... uuuUNGGGHHHhhh... b-be bred.... p... pleeEEEAAAse fuck-fucking... f-fucking... cummm in m-meeeee..."

Taylor's warm, curved breeding sausage messily plundering Lila's tightly clutching birth canal a trail of barely-human obscenity began gushing from her mouth, a semi-coherent stream of consciousness demanding to be fucked and impregnated.

Taylor grinned. Damn, this bitch was freaky.

Fuck. It would feel so fucking good to just... just nut inside this hot slut.

Just throw caution to the wind and plant his seed where nature intended.

"Yeah, slut?" he growled between thrusts, "You like getting... fucked raw, bitch? You like feeling my bare cock inside you?"

"Yesss..." she moaned, thrusting her wide hips back to bounce her thick ass against his torso, making gushes of cunt juice squelch out onto the pavement of the highway. "YESSSS... I need to...get... f... f-fucking... pregnant... unghhhhh..."

Whoa. Oh fuck. Fuuuuuck.

"You're... nnnf... you're not on... birth control...?" Taylor grunted.

"Fuuuuck nooooooooo... daddyyyy..." she moaned, throwing her head back, smiling with ecstatic delight. "I'm f-fertile... ovulating... cum inside me... make a f... a fucking b-baby inside MEEEEEE..."

Jesus. This crazy slut didn't even know his name and she was begging for his baby.

At the back of his mind, doubts nagged at Taylor.

But something was pushing them aside.

A spreading warmth.

A deep desire.

Fuck, it was hot as hell to be risky. It would feel so good to just give in. To shoot his warm cream inside this stupid slut's unprotected cunt as she begged for his baby.

Why not bloat this bitch's womb with his fat load? Why not knock her up? Why not swell that slut belly big with his baby batter?

His grip tightened and his fingers dug into her hips as he increased the pace of his squelching, raw thrusts into her clenching-hot birth canal. Fuck, there was something so primal about really risking impregnation. The delicious thrill of fear that he really might weigh this bitch down with his baby and make her a mommy.

She looked up at him with a doe-eyed gaze of total adoration, tongue lolling out, eyes rolling back in what resembled a drug-fueled haze. He leaned over and grabbed her hair. His pupils had dilated wide. He roughly pushed her down onto the pile of clothes they'd dropped onto the bare asphalt of the highway. She squeaked with delight as she was forced to the ground, tits pancaked against the clothes, still impaled on his fat cock, and pressed her meat-split bubble butt up in the air to bounce against his hard body with a wet, satisfying smack. The female juices were gushing so freely now from her slut cunt that a trail of warm nectar began dribbling down and pooling on his fatigues crumpled beneath her.

"I'm gonna fuck a baby into you, you slut," he grunted through gritted teeth as he roughly fucked her from behind, leaning down to put his weight against her, grabbing hold of a heavy tit with his free hand.

He lowered himself until his mouth was next to her ear, still thrusting madly into her. "I'm going to pump my fucking baby cream into that... tight little tummy... and make it get big and fat... with my fucking baby."

She shrieked with joy as Taylor flexed his muscular arms to flip her over onto her back on the pile of clothes and then descended on her, cock slipping inside so his hips could slam against the wet, messy cunt lips between her splayed-out legs.

"YESSSSSSSSS! Please f... f-fucking BREED MEEEEE..." she whined, her wide-spread legs in the air closing to wrap around his waist and pull him deeper into her. Her big tits pressed against his flexed, muscular pectoral muscles, bulging and tight with exertion as his jackhammering thrusts grew faster and faster. His heavy nut sack was slapping wildly against her tight little asshole, the thwack of meaty testicle on ass flesh sending flecks of sweat and cunt juice and precum spraying against their clothes.