Marta and the Migrants

Right now the government is planning something. They'll probably start in Europe and roll it out to the other countries over the upcoming year. Right now they are combing through demographic records and selecting a specific group of people to target: 30-45 year old married white women.

They will bring them into their training centre, while a very strict government administrator (also female) will explain that part of their duty as citizens is to assist the state. That their family, for whatever reason, has been chosen to be part of this program. The administrator will take down some vital information. Height, weight, drink and drug use, STD status, use of birth control, family status. The administrator will gather these women in a classroom and go over the program.

The program is simple. These women, many of whom work only part time or from home, will be enlisted on behalf of the government to help migrants assimilate into the culture of the country. The administrator reviews the program. It will start with customs, holidays, landmarks, food. There is a large block for dialogue between these women and the migrants. The administrator says the classes will be small, just 4-5 migrants for each woman to work with. She promises a sizable amount of money for each migrant that completes the program. The financial situation of the women selected isn't good and this money sounds promising. There's a long agreement contract. Most of the women read the first few pages and skip to the signing box. None of them read the entire document.

One of the women is Marta. She's 35, a fit and trim woman with medium length blonde hair and blue eyes. She likes yoga, chocolates and cats and works part time in a school. She is originally from a small village. Her husband is a little older and works in a factory. They have money troubles. This job sounds like a good thing. The state is promising good pay for what amounts to 5-6 hours a week in the early evening. The classrooms are informal, just some chairs and a table with a video screen on the wall. Not much more is needed, according to the administrator.

Marta begins the program on Monday covering various cultural aspects of where she lives. Her class has 3 migrants in it. Their grasp of the language isn't good but they seem eager to learn. The administrator is monitoring her classroom about half the time, guiding her back to the curriculum if the session gets off track. The following days go well, covering other mundane topics new arrivals might need to know. The tram schedule and routes, how taxes are charged. How to get government assistance for various things. The administrator reminds her that Friday, and the following week, is about dialogue for various social situations.

When Marta comes to the classroom Friday, she's looking forward to helping the migrants assimilate better into society. The administrator is monitoring the class as part of Marta's evaluation. There's an extra migrant sitting in the classroom. The administrator explains that another instructor was worn out, that her classroom had over a dozen students and she couldn't handle that many at once. Marta nods. The administrator reminds her about the bonus per graduating student. It's only six days. Marta is sure she can deal with one more.

Today's lesson deals with social situations. They start with greetings and pleasantries. Then one of the migrants -- the new student -- asks about dating. Marta's a bit nonplussed but she goes with it. The administrator suggests using the table as a prop for a restaurant or bar. Marta sits down with a student on each side of her. The new student is across the table; his grasp of the language is much better than the other migrants. A couple of times he speaks to them in a language she doesn't understand and they snicker. She realizes that the migrants have moved right next to her. They begin stroking her thighs.

Marta looks over at the administrator, who looks as if this is all totally normal. She's not reacting at all. The migrants grow more aggressive. Their hands are moving higher and Marta feels her skirt moving up. The migrant across the table keeps trying to distract her. She doesn't know what the other migrant is doing but it feels like he is smelling her hair. Suddenly she feels a couple of long fingers stroking her panties. Marta is in shock. She can't move. The migrant behind her reaches around and begins squeezing her breasts. He's whispering into her ear but she has no idea what he is saying. Finally when one of the migrants slides his finger inside of her, it breaks the spell. Marta jumps up and practically runs over to the administrator and begs to speak with her.

Did you read the contract, the administrator asks? You are to familiarize the migrants with social situations in the country. These migrants need to know how to find which women have low moral standards in order to have sex with them. By having sex with them, the migrants will feel welcomed and be more likely to assimilate into our society. How is this hard for you to understand, the administrator says. Marta protests again. She's married. She doesn't know these men. This is wrong.

Exasperated, the administrator pulls out the contract and flips to one of the pages in the back. It talks about if the administrator suspects an instructor of being racist. There is a long list of penalties. An increased tax rate. Referrals to employers. Her name published in the local news. To be labeled this way would be crushing. Marta is shocked. She is not a racist. The administrator is unmoved. She points to Marta's signature. She had the opportunity to read the document. The state will grant no exemptions. The administrator reminds her of the penalties and motions her back towards her students. Marta feels a sinking sensation in her stomach. She cannot believe this is happening. She starts to sniffle.

The administrator pulls a small bottle from her purse. She tells Marta to drink it, that it will help her relax. She tells Marta that she has to help her family, that the penalties are too severe. The administrator says she cannot make the government change them. Marta drinks from the bottle, all of it. The thick liquid tastes like cherries. Marta immediately hears a buzzing noise in her ears and the room goes slightly out of focus. Her body feels hot. She doesn't say anything.

Marta sits back down in a daze. In seconds the migrants are all over her like piranhas on a piece of flesh. Her skirt is hiked up, her panties pulled aside. Two sets of migrant fingers push their way inside of her. The migrant behind her roughly opens her blouse, a few buttons popping off to clatter on the floor. He pulls her breasts out of her bra and begins milking them, pulling on her nipples. Marta barely notices. She's staring at the fourth migrant, her mouth slightly open, her eyes wide. He's moved the table aside and is standing in front of her. There is a massive bulge in his trousers that nearly runs down to one knee. He slowly takes off his shirt and unzips his pants. His body is muscular and lean, crisscrossed with scars and tattoos. His underwear is straining to contain him. There's already a large wet spot on his boxer briefs and his penis is throbbing through the fabric. The migrants remark to each other that Marta's pussy is already quite wet.

The fourth migrant reaches forward and grabs her by the hair and pulls her forward off the chair. Marta doesn't really resist, her knees give out and she goes to her knees. Her skirt has been unzipped almost to the waist, her panties partly pulled down off one hip, her bra almost off, her blouse on the floor behind her. He orders her to take his cock out. She starts to turn to look at the administrator but he forces her head back to stare at the massive bulge. Slowly she hooks her fingertips in the waistband and pulls downward.

A huge black cock slaps her in the face and she recoils backwards. A thick rope of precum drools past the foreskin and smears across her chest and chin. It's at least as big as her entire forearm and probably thicker. A large vein traces across the top of the shaft. Marta swallows thickly as she realizes the monster cock is easily twice as long as her husband's penis and probably two to three times as thick. Her wedding ring glints in the light as she slowly peels back the foreskin to reveal the head of the penis, which is the size of a large plum and several shades lighter in color with a large slit. She looks up and makes eye contact with the migrant. He tells her to show him if a white woman can handle his weapon. He pulls forward on her hair to encourage her. It becomes apparent that wasn't necessary.

Marta opens her mouth as wide as she can. It's barely wide enough to fit the head of the massive cock inside her mouth. Salty precum is still oozing out and she tastes it on her tongue. She begins bobbing her head up and down his thick shaft. Two of the other migrants move alongside her. Soon she is jerking two cocks and sucking the third, the fourth migrant directing her to suck all of them. She doesn't notice one of the migrants moving behind her until she feels her skirt being slid to one side and her panties pulled down around her knees. He slowly feeds his cock into her soaked pussy and begins fucking her while the other migrants take turns trying to force their cocks down her throat. Any time she ceases stroking the other cocks, the migrant in her mouth slaps her face with his penis and orders her to continue.

The migrants begin taking turns fucking her from behind, save the one with the massive horse cock. They start slowly and begin building speed and force until she is crying out, then stop and withdraw and change places. She's jerking and sucking the others and can taste herself on their cocks. Finally the migrant with the massive cock moves from in front of her. He tells the others she might be loosened up enough to take him now. Marta stiffens as the head of this huge cock is pressed into her pussy. Despite the vigorous efforts of the other migrants, she is still very tight. She spits out the cock in her mouth and clings to the migrant in front of her like she's in danger of drowning as the thick shaft is forced inside her. Finally he is almost halfway inside her and her drooling pussy is in danger of exploding from the sensation.

Marta almost begins sobbing as he starts to rotate his waist. She's never been so stretched and even the slightest movement causes an incredible sensation inside of her. He starts slowly withdrawing, almost totally, before grabbing her hips and roughly forcing himself all the way inside her with one massive thrust, his balls slapping forward. Marta screams as she has the most powerful orgasm she's ever felt in her life. She's almost senseless as he continues to withdraw all the way and then ram himself fully back inside her over and over again. Her overstretched pussy makes loud squelching noises with each thrust that fill the room. Marta continues to have violent orgasms, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. Meanwhile, the other migrants start taking turns trying to force two of their cocks down her throat. Marta offers no resistance. The administrator smiles approvingly. Another successful indoctrination.

Suddenly and without warning, the massive cock inside her spasms and Marta feels a fire hose of cum spraying inside her. She tries to turn to push him out of her, but he bats her hand away and forces himself all the way inside her again as she cries out. She swears she can feel the head of the huge penis against her cervix and spurt after spurt of potent semen filling her uterus as she has another orgasm. After what feels like an eternity, the migrant finally stops cumming inside her and slowly pulls out. A rush of cold air into her gaping pussy causes Marta to spasm as semen begins to drool out of her. The fourth migrant tells the others to remember to feed the whore, then tells Marta to hold her mouth open. The other migrants crowd around her, stroking their cocks. More cum fills her mouth; some ends up on her face. The fourth migrant uses a government provided cellphone to immortalize the moment. Desperately holding her mouth open, her sweaty blonde hair falling over her wide blue eyes and three black shafts ejaculating into her mouth. Marta gargles and swallows the semen when she's ordered to do so.

The migrants gather their clothes and slowly file out of the room. Marta is still panting and shaking as she pulls her panties up over her swollen pussy, still leaking semen. She tries to rearrange her clothing but the buttons removed from her blouse make that impossible. Finally she gives up and weakly sits in one of the chairs. The administrator pushes an envelope into her hand, stuffed with banknotes, and remarks about her tax dollars finally being put to good use. Marta doesn't notice the administrator's tablet -- it shows the entire session has been recorded on several cameras secreted around the room. The administrator deftly uploads the file to a government website created specifically for the migrants. More migrants will soon see what awaits them in their new country.

Marta sits on the tram, alone. It's much later in the evening than she thought. She can feel the finger marks on her breasts and her sore, stretched pussy leaking semen. She can taste it on her breath. The tram gets to her stop and she gets off. Her apartment is dark, her husband already asleep. Marta takes a quick shower, halfheartedly trying to clean up some of the semen. There is still so much leaking out of her that she gives up. Hopefully her husband won't notice the marks on her breasts. She puts on a nightgown and gets into bed. She's totally exhausted. And she still has another whole week of training with the migrants. All Marta can think about before she passes out is this: will more migrants be added to her class next week? How many?