AR-K: Surface Dweller (Patreon)

Mick expected to find nothing more than a big rat when he went to check out the trash compactor, which had reported a breach in its ventilation tunnel. But he hadn’t even gone inside when he saw the beautiful woman who had stumbled out on it, her leg twisted, passed out on the floor. A surface dweller; obvious from the sight of her, from how healthy and athletic and flawless she looked. It mystified him why she would condescend to come down here to District 8 and lord her superiority over them all.

Alicia Van Volish was lying very still, eyes closed, lips parted as she breathed deeply through her nose. Absently, Mick stroked her cheeks. She gave no sign of awareness. He noticed her breasts, the nipples evident through her wet shirt. Mick touched the pink tips very gently and a tender smile crossed his face.

“I bet they all have tits like these on the surface,” he muttered. “Nice and well-fed…”

As he spoke, his eyes moved down her body, stopped at the top of her thighs. Her legs were still stretched open and sopping wet, showing off her legs and her equally saturated panties. Mick bent, stared into her vagina. It was parted, making a wide lipsticked mouth.

Mick touched it with a fingertip, sliding his finger on the edges of wet folds. “Poor little pussy,” he whispered. “You’ve been well fucked—too goddamned well fucked!”

He touched the clitoris, and Alicia flinched. “So sensitive!” he murmured. His face became excited: “We need to give you an examination.!” He thrust his finger deep inside her vulva, savoring the feel of warm, wet sensuality. “Yes, right away, you filthy surface-dweller slut...”

Then Mick stooped, lifted Alicia in his arms, and carefully carried her to the public infirmary.

She was still unconscious when he got there, and the doctor was busy with someone from District 8. Someone with pasty white skin, malnourished thinness, and radiation lesions marring his flesh. The contrast between him and Alicia’s creamy skin, perfect tan, and supple curves only made her all the more beautiful.

“Can’t you see I’m occupied?” the doctor insisted. “Take her into the back and see to her there. I trust you can set her leg, at least? I doubt someone as healthy-looking as her will need more seeing-to.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Mick replied, taking Alicia into the deserted backroom. 

He stripped off her soiled clothing and heaped it in the incinerator, then pulled the hose from the sink and washed her off, scrubbing her with a bar of soap for good measure. She submitted to his ministrations without a sign of life. Then he forged a splint for her leg, setting it nice and tight. Alicia groaned in discomfort as he applied it, then went back to her almost lifeless dreaming.

She was breathtakingly young and beautiful, wide-eyed and sweet in spite of her wanton sexuality, and ol’ Mick knew he would never in this lifetime have another chance to touch youth and beauty like this. He felt like a drowned man clutching at a lifeline, knowing it certainly couldn’t hold him, but before they lowered him into that hole in the ground with all his regrets, he wanted to live just once. And the law could go get fucked.

***

Alicia started to regain consciousness very slowly. She was lying on her back and there was a great weight pressing down on her body.

Where am I? she asked herself hazily. And what the hell am I doing?

She tried to move but the huge mass on top of her prevented it; she realized then that her legs were stretched widely open, her thighs were apart and there was something moving on top of her, between her legs, and… She shivered: There’s something inside me! 

Alicia tried to turn—but couldn’t. It’s right inside my pussy—filling me like I’ve never been filled! 

She tried frantically to struggle but the swollen cock pinned her to the bed. The huge column inside her churned upward and Alicia could feel her vagina being stretched and strained wider and wider open. How many drinks have I had? Usually I black out after the sex, not during it!

The rod slid down and the walls of Alicia’s vulva undulated against it. It’s fucking me! A monstrous cock’s fucking my pussy!

She tried to open her eyes but all she could see was a red haze. Am I dreaming? Is this real? A thrill ran through her belly as the massive organ pressed against her clitoris. If it’s not real, then I’m telling Brad Finkel a dream got me off better than he did!

She gave up the effort of trying to understand, let her eyelids drop, shut out the red haze—then the thrills came again, more strongly.

The huge snake in her pussy was squirming wildly, pressing against all parts of her sex at the same time. The tip of her clitoris was dragged inward by the thrust of the giant cock and as the shaft writhed, fierce throbs of ecstasy rocked through her groin. 

She felt the air panting from her lungs and her breasts, flattened against the immovable mass on top of her, ached when she tried to move them. Her body jerked up the bed as the member drove in deep again; she could feel wetness seeping out of her pussy, trickling down the walls of her vulva then wetting the tops of her thighs each time the cock pulled down.

A violent thrill rocked up to the top of her belly and she groaned; drew in her pelvis—making the cock press more strongly against her clitoris. I’m going to come! I’ve never felt like this! This dream is the best! The wildest! I’m coming!

Her clitoris was a lightning bolt in motion as she started a wild orgasm. Right from my clit to my pussy — then round to my asshole and more — I’m coming all over!

Alicia’s lips opened in a soundless scream; she orgasmed, again then again, jerked her thighs and felt her labia lips closing, embracing the alien snake that was fucking her with excruciating strength.

It’s going right through main at the front and out of the back! I’ve never been fucked like this—not even in a dream!

There was a high, whining sound as her lover’s orgasm started and his rutting came to an end. The cum flowed to the end of his cock in ragged, uneven spurts—then blew, scalding, inside her straining pussy.

I’m all wet inside! I’m coming and someone is coming inside me!

The violence of Alicia’s orgasm increased; a damp sweat covered all her skin. She wanted to cry out, squirm herself frantically but felt as though she was still in the grip of a dream. The sexual spasms became unbearably intense as her orgasm reached an impossible peak—then the limits of Alicia’s endurance were passed, and she dropped into unconsciousness again.

***

Mick was still lying on top of the unconscious girl, his softening cock sliding slowly from her saturated pussy, when the doctor came to the door.

“Oh, for God’s sake, what do you call this?” the doctor muttered angrily.

“Her thanking me for saving her life,” Mick said. “She was very grateful. Now how about you fix her leg up, Doc? I’d say she’d be grateful for that too.”