Bimbo Outbrea

A Bimbo Plague Redux

Part 015

Pamela Hope shuddered with pussy-clenching rapture as she watched Tom, her Man, her Master, the One True Cock Lord pick up the gorgeous vermilion-haired Valkyrie and effortlessly hoisted her dripping snatch over the throbbing crown of his rigid immensity.

He was so strong, so large, an inhuman mountain of strength with the irrepressible energy and relentless force of a hurricane. As unstoppable as the ocean tides. Then, just as he was about to claim another SisterSlave for both of them, just as he was about to bless Tania with his glorious pulsating GodCock, Tom had looked to her.

Her Master had looked to Pamela as though seeking her acquiesce to what was about to happen--as absolutely inevitable as it was--and yet, he had still thought of her first. First and foremost and above all others!

Pamela's entire body was lit up like the sun with all-consuming bliss. Every cell in her body alight, the neurons in her brain blazing like burning stars as her pleasure centers expanded when His steely eyes met hers.

She was

HisHisHis

and though they had only just begun, Ms Hope knew that she would happily offer this entire city on its knees to Him if it only meant He would look at her in that way again.

Ms Pamela Hope would be his perfect Evangelical. The High Priestess to the worship of His utterly dominant presence. The First Lady of His new world order. The Mother-Superior of a legion of gorgeous young XXX-infected who would worship him, take his divine seed, bear his precious children and remake the world in his glorious image!

She wavered on the edge of sweetest release as she plunged two eager fingers into HollySlut's overflowing teen pussy. Her long digits coated in the mix of the SchoolSlut's girl-cum and her Master's potent love-juice. Raising them to her own puffy cock-worshiping lips Pamela trembled and climaxed messily down her smooth thighs as she tasted the heavenly fluids on her tingling tongue.

Then she watched him lower her latest convert Tania down onto his towering Godhood, filling her dripping spreading pussy completely as the curvaceous supplicant took him in entirely with an ecstatic wail.

Her King had grown massive as his own unique XXX-transformation remolded him, not into another hot wet cum-hungry beauty like so many

weaker

men in the past but into a living deity of masculinity.

Muscles were layered on top of bulging muscles like stacked bricks, building out her Alpha's new seven foot frame. His entire body rippled exotically with a dynamic physique as Tom thrust up into his TaniaSlave, even as he pulled her by her perfect supple ass, stretching her blessed twat around his turgid manmeat.

"Yessss~

... please--please Lord, please M-Master, fill me...

gasp...

with your glory!"

Pamela watched as her SisterSlave's eyes rolled up into her pretty head as Tom fed inch after girthy inch of his stalwart length into babbling beauty's tight pussy. His mighty hands spreading her ripe ass-cheeks further apart to facilitate her acceptance of his massive girth.

Tania's firm luscious thighs fluttering open like a butterfly's wings as her shapely calves twitched and kicked involuntarily out in the air on either side of Tom as she finally sank down flush against his chiseled abdomen.

"Sooo~ full...

Never been... this f-full! My lord....

nnnnrgh...

is making me fat w-with his GodCock."

That was as it should be, Pamela knew. Every female blessed by his celestial rod should tell him how grateful they were and she felt her own quivering quim ache in desire for Him, her TomMaster. He just laughed gently at the praise--he was so kind, caring and magnanimous--and with the greatest of ease, began to glide her up and down his monstrous pole.

He did not buck up into her or thrust through Tania. Rather he simply guided her by his mighty grip on her taut tanned ass an--in a display of supreme tireless strength--Tom smoothly maneuvered her, using her gorgeous bimbo body to stroke Himself off as though she were a feather-light fuck-toy.

Pamela Hope was reminded again that he didn't even need to touch her to bring her to a thigh-clamping climax. She was experiencing small gushing surges every few minutes from just being in his overwhelming

presence

and each searing flash of delectation was cementing in her the belief--no, the

Truth

that he was their Savior, their Future. Tom was the One that would guide them with his dominant strength, love and protection out into the madness of this XXX-infected world.

He

would seed them with his hyper-virility,

He

would put things

right

if they just served

His

will.

...and that was

all

Pamela wanted for herself. She looked down as she felt His Baby-Girl Holly shift in her maternal embrace to rest her small blonde head upon Pamela's motherly breast and watch her DaddyMaster fuck the gorgeous fiery-haired vixen into a shuddering, moaning mess within his powerful arms.

"He's fucking her... he's fucking her so good, Mommy." She whispered softly in a tiny, reverent voice.

"He is Loving her, Little One, just as he Loves us."

"What... What is he?!" Asked a hushed voice.

Pamela reluctantly dragged her gaze from her magnificent Master and turned to face the new speaker. It was the brunette school teacher in the cum-stained blue lycra mini-shorts and torn pink crop top.

Ms Summers. Pamela took in her hyper-voluptuous body with a critical eye never stopping her stroking of Holly-Slaves soft blonde hair and wet Baby-Girl pussy.

"He is

Supreme,

He is Strength and Love and Virility made

Manifest.

He is our Savior, for each and every one of us."

Pamela's tone was imperious and she could practically feel her eyes glowing their jade and gold hue, resonating with a fraction of her Alpha's power channeled through her. Ms Summers just stood there mesmerized by her gaze, the super-stacked brunette's jaw slowly going slack. After-all, even just a whiff of his potent scent was enough to over-power a normal XXX-infected and this room reeked of Tom and his abundant royal spend.

"The more pertinent question, my dear, is what are you? I do not recognize your strain..."

"I don't know." Ms Summers shook her head as if trying to clear it, to think again but it wouldn't help,"I thought I was a new type of Mammazon, maybe? I was just a regular Bimbo strain before the Beast... I mean, Dr Turner found me."

This caught the Pamela-Goddess's attention and she arched a single perfect eyebrow at the flustered super-slut as she patted the cum matted couch beside her.

"Come dear, sit and tell me more about this... Beast."

________________

Tom let out a slow breath as he sank his TaniaSlave down onto his steely rod.

It was over a foot of solid flesh now, thick as a wrist and completely unyielding in its solidity. Any other man's dick would have some give to it. A bit of bend or flex, which was natural and normal.

Normal for other men, but not for Tom.

His massive fucktool had all the give of a titanium girder, which is to say none at all. Tom could still flex his giant love-muscle and did so, eliciting a delighted squeal and a wet splatter of hot juices from the mega-boobed sex-kitten he was currently buried in. But Tom also knew that were he to release his hold on the writhing bombshell, she would remain impaled and held firmly upright from the might of his glorious GodCock alone.

"Oh please--

mmmmmmph...

please Lord. T-Take me... Make. Me. Yours!"

Her words, though fractured, rang true to Tom. She was already cumming hard from the brutal intrusion of his incredible size and heft driven deep inside of her. Her excitement was evident as his TaniaSlave struggled to lock her long legs around his gigantified form and move her sweet sensual self up against him. Her sculpted, bubbly ass flexing in Tom's palms as her pussy clung impossibly tight around him, clamping and gripping his pulsating divinity deep within her hot wetness.

He could feel the bulge of it, pressing through the soft smooth flesh of Tania's flat belly as she gyrated her firm round hips in scintillating fashion. His engorged crown was pressed almost to the underside of her sternum but rather than hurting her, he was making her squirm for more.

"So... so damn

full.

Oh, Master... you're filling and stretching my tight p-pussy to fit

uummff~

...the shape of your incredible cock!"

So Tom began, oh-so-slowly, to lift her. Easing Tania up to the cunt-distending head of his enormity with the unwavering power of his strapping upper-body alone before sliding her smoothly back down its tremendous length again, enjoying her guttural moans and the sensation of pervading her tight snatch so completely again.

"

Oooooh~

Fuck! So--so good. I've never felt so...

uuuurrrgh~

full. P-Please Master... never let me feel empty again. Oh

Gawd!"

Sweat mattered Tania's long scarlet locks to her pretty head, slender neck and slim shoulders. Her exquisite face was contorted with purest carnal bliss, her heavy full tits heaving as she panted for the breath Tom drove out of her with his indomitable breach of her most sacred place.

The stunning nymphet's hands seemed small, clutching desperately at his massive shoulders. Her emerald eyes wide in shock and awe as she looked up at him worshipfully. She had to be over six feet tall but Tom still looked down at her from his monumental height.

"You're mine now, my Tania. I will let no other claim you from this day forward." Tom rumbled the words out like distant thunder.

"Yours. Yes, Master. Yours and n-no other! I will claw out the

mmmmnph~!

...eyes of any man who tries to touch me but you."

That felt good,

Tania

felt good and now she was his entirely, Tom would show her why he was the best. Why he

deserved

to claim her and many many more like her. He would make the stunning vixen revel in his dominance and ownership of her, as if she wasn't

begging

him to do so already. So when Tom finally unleashed some of the burning lust that bridled within himself and began to

really

move, Tania started moaning and sweating like a sinner in church.

Still in control, always in control, Tom used his two handed grip on her spectacular rounded ass to pump her up and down his gargantuan length. Slowly at first but gaining in momentum like the beginnings of a landslide. Her soft gasps and groans rising in frequency and pitch as her body, all hard lines and soft curves rolled against his.

"Oh fuck! Yes, my K-King... Yes,

yesyesyesyes~!"

Her delicate fingers clutched at his hard muscles as her humongous creamy tits slid across his chest. Tania's diamond hard nipples gushed sweet nectar that ran down between the press of their heated bodies. Tom could feel her scalding insides twitching and writhing. Pulling at his massive manmeat each time he withdrew, her pussy-honey squirting against his thrusting thighs every time he pounded back into her again.

The slap of flesh against flesh grew more pronounced as as Tom let himself grow more and more forceful in his fucking of the cockslave impaled on his huge, thrumming Godhood.

"Oh gawd, oh gawd, ohgawdohgawdohgawd...

haaaarrrgh...

Yeeeess~!"

His TaniaSlut was brought to one screaming climax after another in quick succession by his increasingly brutal claiming of her.

She could take it,

would

take it and much, much more. She would beg and grovel for it, if that is what it took. She would promise to be his personal fucktoy and cumdumpster knowing full well she would adore every second of it. Tania would even

crave

it, if that was what Tom asked of her. He was in control and would own her soaring pleasure, her blinding orgasms, her immaculate body... her entire life.

She was giving it all up to him freely as he fucked her and she was apparently loving it.

Her screams, moans and garbled praise of him filled the steamy room along with the loud

slap, slap, slap

of her ass meeting his crotch with each inhumanly deep, utter penetration of her thrashing quivering knock-out figure. The smell of their combined sex filled the air, his heady manly musk and her feminine odeur-- so floral and spicy--perfuming the room like an olfactory smoke-bomb.

The other cum-addled XXX-infected present smelled it too. Soft moans and sharp gasps coming from their prone half-dressed figures littered across the carpet and furniture. Adding their own drowsy voices to the symphony of sex echoing throughout the room. Their semi-conscious bodies slowly writhing in place as though sensing the impending eruption of the royal seed, His Seed, that which they all craved so desperately.

"Oh Tom, oh gawd~! Tom, Tom...

hmmmph~ Gawd!"

Tom was engaged full-force now, plunging his gorgeous TaniaSlave down on his turgid GodCock with bestial force, each powerful thrust driving another climax straight up into her pussy as he pulverized her tortured g-spot. A heavy burst of precum, at least half a pint's worth, battered her insides and made her wail again as it spiked another violent peak within her thrumming core. Tom just grunted in satisfaction at the rush of carnal delight that washed through him.

She was stretched so

tight

, so deliriously hot and slick for him, his perfect fuck-doll LoveSlave. The mixture of their love-juices puddled on the carpet at his feet as he fucked her relentlessly, holding her soft pliant body aloft in his mighty arms. The slow start of the land-slide was now a complete town-destroying avalanche as he pounded recklessly into her spasming snatch. Tania's pin-up perfect body was a singular vessel for his pleasure and his imminent release.

"Please, Lord please...

Haaaa~

I can't--I can't bear it much

uuummff~

...longer. Too good. Need your cum inside

meeeee~!"

Her massive tits were careening wildly from the force of their fucking, bouncing up into his TaniaSlaves face before slapping down against his immutable chest. Her flushed sweaty face was splattered with her own milky ambrosia, her emerald eyes rolling in unfocused bliss as her full lips formed a silent ring of pleasure. She had gone rag-doll limb in Tom's ferocious grasp now, boneless with unending ecstasy and fighting to hold onto consciousness to experience her ultimate reward...

His climax.

Tania's sleek hips were a blur as Tom hammered her up and down his magnificent length like a living pocket-pussy, knowing full well that his overwhelming strength, monstrous size and bottomless stamina would have utterly destroyed a normal woman.

But this glorious SlaveSlut

wasn't

any normal woman - she was

His

woman. She could take it, she could take

Him

, all of

Him.

He could fuck her right through the goddamn wall and she would just buck her hips back into him, fucking him right back. He loved it, he loved

her

and now he would fucking claim her as His and His alone.

His TaniaSlave. His FuckPet. His ToyPussy. His, His,

His

and nobody else's!

With a roar of purest passion, Tom finally let himself explode--a long outpouring of rapturous, shuddering physical exultation and powerful emotional reverie.

A massive load of sizzling hot manseed burst forth from him like anti-aircraft fire, blasting up into his TaniaSlut who had gone wide eyed and full-body rigid at the euphoric feel of it erupting within her, filling her and

completing

her. She bit down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as their bodies convulsed together, Tom's knuckles white as he held her luscious hips locked to his, gripping them like they were handles and flooded her hungry womb with his blast after voluminous blast of his hot mancum.

He could feel her distended belly bloat against him as he filled her to overflowing. Sheer liquid pressure forcing their combined juices out of her spasming cunt around his still rigid cock to splash against their thighs and down onto the sodden carpet. Tom was a slick, dripping mess from the waist down. His crotch, thighs, knees and feet were plastered with the mixed fluids of their fucking and he didn't care. When it was finally over he just held her there, cradled against his broad muscular chest as she moaned, panted and twitched in post-orgasmic after-shock.

"

Yours

Master, I'm all yours... Thank you for filling me, my Lord! Thank you for making me

yours."

TaniaSlave's voice was breathless and filled with raw emotion. When he looked down at the sated redhead she looked utterly spent. Funny, Tom didn't even feel short of breath but she wobbled on her feet as he finally let him off his GodCock with a long wet

shlooorp

and a final giggling gasp from her.

Tania's small soft hand immediately latched onto his perma-granite erection and began to masterfully stroke its long slick length again in an eager loving eager fashion.

He had to steady her with a firm hand as she fell back against him. Pumping and leaning into him while fighting for breath, looking up into his face with big eyes tearing up with renewed feverish devotion. Such beautiful emerald eyes.

"Thank you Tom, my Lord, my Love." Whispered Pamela Hope from her place on the couch, his first Goddess-slave. "Thank you for giving me another SisterSlave to serve you at my side."

________________

Tom stood in the center of his family's living room like a towering sentinel surveying the aftermath of a battlefield.

Hulking tall, powerfully muscled and gloriously naked he took the momentary lull in action to take stock of his sudden, radical change in circumstances. The sound of someone moving behind him--the ruffling of clothing being donned, movement and the front door closing--brought him slowly out of his internal reverie and for the first time since the infection took Tom, he was back in control and mental clarity had returned to him.

The recent timeless eternity of relentless rutting had changed him, that much was glaringly self-evident.

His old self had been certain that when he had felt the fever begin to burn within him (after his GoddessSlave Pamela had conspired to infected him) that he was doomed to fuck like a desperate feral animal until he was sufficiently weakened for the XXX-virus to seize control of his very biology and transform him into one of its dripping pestilent harbinger whores.

That was, by all accounts and his own observations, what should have happened to him but clearly it hadn't.

Tom felt no foggy haze or burning pain, the fever had broken and rather than transforming into a cock-hungry XXX-slut, he was remade into the very image of a God of Masculinity and Machismo.

...or at least that was his first impression of himself, this was all still very new.

His newly bound women seemed to agree. Tom's TaniaSlave had tucked herself under one of his massive arms, plastering her naked impossibly perfect curvy body against his side like a second skin as she continued to slide her soft delicate hand up and down his obscene glistening length.

She stroked and fondled him worshipfully, making him twitch in errant pleasure and coaxing the occasional burst of potent precum from his bulging tip. It coated her slick fingers and splattered down onto the carpet with her cooing appreciatively and gasping at the throbbing feel of him all the while.

His Pamela-Goddess was still reclined on the couch in the scraps of her pink and white lingerie, his Baby-Girl HollySlave sat naked sideways in her lap to nurse but both sets of eyes were fixated hopelessly on him. Pamela was fervently eye fucking him from beneath long, drooping lashes while Holly was resting her pretty, blonde head on her "Mommy's" massive rack staring at him in wide eyed awe.