The Blight Area (3/6)

A monster hentai story. An alien area full of horny monsters is expanding on Earth. Three girls in sex bot bodies are on a mission to save the world. Part 3/6

Joy whistled while walking slowly across the wall. There were all kinds of sex machines — vibrating, thrusting, sucking, pumping, tickling, everything. The row started with the usual ones she saw and used before, but then they got ever bigger and scarier. The final ones were monstrous — they belonged to a horror-themed hentai club she once visited, they replicated the items from the kinkiest cartoons, never meant to be really used on the human body. The most extreme ones were huge — almost her own size — with many moving parts, shaped like some sort of demonic tools, covered in spikes and studs. The last one in the row was a real monster: a massive, writhing contraption of black metal, looking like a cross between an industrial press and a medieval torture device with a tangle of pistons, spinning cogs, and serrated plates.

"You can skip any of them if you want, but we'd appreciate it if you test them all," the operator smiled. "Your feedback is crucial. The system logs everything."

They exchanged glances. Starting with the moderate human-size toys would be a waste of time, they agreed. They easily withstood them in their human flesh before.

"First one for a warm-up, then last one for a dessert!" Chloe declared. She went straight for the machine in the middle that resembled a torture rack. There were powerful sucking cups for breasts, spiked ribbed rollers for harsh tickling, and Kong-sized spiked dildos for her cunny, ass, and mouth, ready to thrust back and forth.

Chloe lay down on the rack and spread her arms and legs. The shackles snapped around them. It was the signal to start. The motors hummed, stretching the girl to the sides. She moaned. The ribbed rollers attacked her armpits, soles, and sides. She giggled and squealed. The spikes were not sharp enough to break the skin, only to dig into it. The transparent cups closed on her breasts and sucked them in, making them four times larger. She moaned louder. Then the dildos started their work. One thrust into her mouth, going deep into her throat, blocking the air. The other two attacked her nether holes, mercilessly drilling her.

Chloe's body arched violently. Her muffled, choked sounds were a mix of terror and pleasure. Joy and Zoe watched as Chloe's stomach visibly distended with each brutal thrust from the vaginal and anal pistons, her small body stretched to its limit. They knew her body was incredibly elastic, but seeing it in action was another thing entirely. Then her muffled screams turned to pure whimpers of joy. Her hips bucked involuntarily, meeting the thrusts.

She was experiencing an orgasmic overload. The suction cups on her breasts were rhythmically applying the pressure into the sensitive peaks, amplifying the sensations to a fever pitch. She was being torn apart and put back together, again and again, each cycle pushing her to a new peak of pleasure. She was a living orgasm, a pulsing, writhing testament to her new body's capabilities.

The pistons sped up to an inhuman speed. Chloe howled in excitement. Then they began pumping her with the monstrous amounts of liquid. Her belly inflated like a balloon, pressing the ribbed rollers even harder. She looked pregnant with quadruplets. The taste of artificial, slightly salty fluid in her mouth filled her senses. The pressure inside her became immense. For a normal human, it would have been a ruptured, explosive death. For Chloe-bot, it was a new dimension of pleasure. Her whole body shuddered violently, the pleasure feedback making her mind go white-out of pure sensation. She came again, and again, and again, a continuous, unending peak.

"Maximum pressure reached," the system announced. The pistons stopped. The shackles opened. Chloe slid from the rack, like a wet, overfilled doll, onto the floor, her limbs twitching. She was still cumming. Then she convulsed, and an unending stream of the white liquid ran from all her holes, including her nostrils.

Joy and Zoe looked at each other, their eyes wide with a mixture of envy and predatory hunger.

"What a mess!"

"I want it, too!"

They giggled.

Joy picked up the fine torture device. She was curious to explore her unusual orifices. How Winnie said... urethra, belly button, nipples, nostrils, and ears...

The machine has locked her arms and legs, and the long dildos thrust into her vagina and anus. Joy moaned, but those were not the main dishes; they were merely restraining her. Then, thin metallic ribbed rods approached her. She gasped as the cold tip entered her urethra. The sensation was weird, painful, but then turned to a hot wave of pleasure as the rod slid inside. She came instantly. The rod went deep, all the way to her bladder, and started vibrating in addition to thrusting. Joy arched her back. The sweet climax didn't stop. Then another ribbed rod, thicker this one, pushed into her belly button, stretching it wide, making a passage into her stomach. Another orgasm followed, stronger than the previous one. Then the cups came again, but this time not to suck; a new pair of smaller spikes appeared. They found her nipples and pushed inside the tiny ducts, creating a piercing-like sensation that travelled through her breasts in electric arcs of pleasure. Then they expanded and began fucking her nipples with wet splashes.

Two more rods penetrated her nostrils. First, it tickled, then it burned, then Joy moaned from unusual pleasure. And then, two tentacle-like tendrils crawled into her ears. "There is no actual brain in your skull," she remembered Winnie's words. But it still felt extremely weird when she felt the rubbing going deep into her head. She heard the static crackling, and then, the sensation turned into a direct neural stimulation. She was feeling the deep bass inside her soul. Another orgasm, this one mental, washed her whole being.

Her whole body turned into a single pleasure node, each hole singing its own song of joy. The vibrations, thrusts, and expansions were happening in perfect harmony. It was like being an instrument played by a master musician, every string, every key resonating with intense, painful pleasure. The system was pushing her to her limits, and she was loving it.

Zoe chose the whipper. She was always more into BDSM than the others. The robotic arms grabbed her limbs, spreading her in a star shape. Then the whips hit her. Thin and cutting, they didn't break her skin, but they sent sharp waves of pain-pleasure through her entire body. She shivered and moaned. The whips hit her again, again, and again. Red patterns appeared all over her skin. Zoe was in a constant orgasmic state, her body trembling with each hit. The whips changed to thicker, flogger-like ones, hitting harder. Then a long, whip-like tail with a spiked tip started to lash her soles. The sensation was excruciating. Zoe screamed, but not of pain. She was cumming. She wanted more. She asked the system for more. And more came. Multiple whips started working her body at the same time, creating a symphony of pain. The spiked tail on her soles moved faster, creating an unbearable sensation, yet Zoe's body begged for it.

"You can't die, but you can be... 'overloaded' and knocked out for a while. Then you will reboot and continue," Winnie said . "But try not to push your limits... too much."

Zoe laughed and then howled from the orgasm of the spiked dildo pushing into her from below. Ohhh, it was good!

***

They tried everything before they approached the last stage. The monster demon fucker, with the dildos three-quarters of their body length and twice as thick as their waists. And they were supposed to penetrate them all three at once! With the sharp spikes, of course. And innumerable sucking and penetrating tentacles for every inch of their bodies. The large cylindrical vessels, filled with the whitish liquid, held a hundred liters each.

"Impossible..." Joy gasped. "Okay, I tried all those moderate monster things, but that... How could it ever penetrate me? Where would it fit? I'll burst like a balloon!"

Zoe touched the needles. "I would like to try, anyway." She turned to Winnie. "Are you sure we can do it?"

"Absolutely!" he smiled. "We've already tried it on the brainless bodies before. It's okay. The sight could be... disturbing, though. And I don't exactly know how you would feel in the process."

Chloe examined the machine. "There's exactly place for us three, facing each other while having it all. Let's give it a try."

Trembling from excitement, they stood on small platforms. The machine hummed. This time, instead of usual shackles, their wrists and ankles were grabbed by black tentacles that felt like hard rubber. Their limbs spread, their bodies lifted, their hips opened. They faced each other now, hanging in the middle of that monstrous device, like sacrifices to Cthulhu.

The main shafts approached. They didn't look like penises, more like massive, ridged columns of polished black obsidian. They glistened with a clear lubricant.

"Okay, girls, we're beginning with ten percent penetration," the operator announced. "The tips will be thinned to penetrate you, and then they will slowly expand. Please, try to relax as much as possible. The more you fight it, the less pleasant it will be."

The main shafts moved forward and touched their openings. They vibrated slightly, preparing the way. Joy flinched as the tip, cold and hard, prodded her labia. It was the size of a fist. Chloe and Zoe had similar expressions.

Then it pushed. Joy felt a tearing sensation as her body was forced open to an impossible degree. Her labia stretched until they were thin white lines around the black column. The pressure was immense. It was a sharp, searing agony, but the agony was already transforming. A deep, resonant hum of pleasure filled her lower body. Then Joy gasped when the tip slid in. She heard gasps and squeals of her friends, but she did not have time to look at them. Another shaft touched her anus and pushed in, too. The pain was sharper, but the pleasure that followed was more intense.

The shafts started expanding. Joy felt a stretching beyond comprehension. Her pelvic bones groaned, not breaking, but bending and dislodging, giving way to the intrusion. Her stomach began to distend. She looked down and saw a mound forming inside her, pushing her skin outward. She could not see it, but she felt a similar mound forming at her back from the anal shaft.

"Ahhhh... ahhhhh... aaahhhhh..."

She wasn't screaming. She was just breathing in pleasure, a long, continuous moan. Her eyes rolled back. She saw Chloe, her face a mask of ecstatic agony, her belly hugely distended, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. The main shaft was halfway inside them. More.

Joy saw another shaft moving from the front. This one, for her throat.

"Here comes the best part," Zoe whispered through her own moans. "They're going to connect us..."

The tip pushed past her lips. It filled her mouth, stretching her jaw to its limit. It was an aching, wonderful feeling. Her lips stretched, her jaws unlocked and spread, like a serpent that swallows an oversized egg. The shaft began its journey down her throat. She could feel it descending, a solid, ridged invader claiming her. She didn't need to breathe, but the sensation of her esophagus being forced wider and wider was a whole new level of sensation.

Her head was thrown back, giving the huge, thick thing direct passage down, so she could not directly see her friends anymore. But there were convenient screens before her eyes, so she saw the camera views.

The sight was horrible. The tender girl's bodies, stretched by black tentacles, impaled on three black glistening columns, two from the bottom, one from the top. The points of contact looked the scariest — unnaturally stretched openings, almost transparent, pulsing. The skin over their bellies was taut and glowing. They looked like three skewered piglets, ready for a feast. The view was terrifying. It turned Joy on like nothing else in her life.

The three central columns connected all three girls. A direct passageway for the liquid, from one to the next. Then they slowly pushed deeper.

And then the smaller tentacles arrived. Hundreds of them. Thin, whip-like, they caressed every inch of their exposed skin, leaving stinging trails that blossomed into pleasure. Others, thicker and tipped with suckers, latched onto their breasts, pulling and squeezing. More slithered into their armpits, the crooks of their knees, the sensitive hollows of their throats.

One thin needle-like tentacle approached her clit. Joy felt its tip pricking the tiny nub. She expected more pain, but what she got was a jolt of pure electricity that made her whole body convulse. The tentacle then latched on and began a rhythmic, sucking stimulation that sent waves of pure ecstasy crashing through her. She looked at the screen and saw that each of them had the same treatment. All their pleasure nodes were expertly, methodically stimulated to the maximum.

Of course, their secondary orifices weren't left unattended. If the girls could still make sounds, they would scream when sharp-ending tentacles penetrated their urethras, nipples, nostrils... This time, they weren't staying thin and gentle. Hot jolts of agony and ecstasy shoot Joy from the intrusion spots. She was a network of pain and pleasure. It all blended into a single, all-consuming song of sensation that drowned out everything else. There was no Joy, no Chloe, no Zoe. There was only the feeling.

Finally, the big columns began throbbing and inflating, at the same time beginning their thrusts. Oooohhh! The sight on the screens stopped looking human at all. There were still shaking hands and feet sticking to the sides, but the middle was just the stretched synthetic flesh, pulsing and throbbing as the thickening pillars moved faster and faster. The ridges on their surfaces scraped against the insides of their bodies, a sandpaper of sensation. Joy flowed in the orgasmic ocean, not wanting it to stop.

Then a click, and the flow started.

Warm, thick liquid surged through the central column connecting them. It pumped into Chloe's stretched vagina, a river of sensation. It gushed into Joy's belly from both sides, distending her further, the pressure building to an impossible degree. The flow was then passed from her cunt to Chloe's, who pumped it to Zoe, and Zoe returned it to Joy through her ass and throat, forming a perfect, continuous circuit.

Her body, that felt already stretched to its limit, now had to accommodate the relentless tide. It was an agonizing inflation, a feeling of being about to burst, to be torn apart from the inside out. But the synthetic tissue just kept stretching, thinning, glowing from the internal pressure. The liquid filled her stomach, her lungs, her very pores. She felt the pressure in her ears, behind her eyes. The high-pressure liquid jets shoot from her secondary orifices around the rubbing tentacles.

It was the ultimate feeling of being utterly and completely filled.

And then came the release.

Her orgasm wasn't a peak. It was a detonation. A supernova of pure pleasure that obliterated her consciousness. She didn't have a body anymore. She did not have a mind. She was a single point of rapture that occupied the entire space. The time disappeared. It lasted an eternity.

Then she came to. They were still held by their wrists and ankles, but everything else had retracted. Their bodies, still inflated like round balloons, were discharging the liquid through all their holes.

"You've lasted fifteen minutes on the full load before the reboot," said the operator. "Perfect. And all functions are back to normal."

The residual tremors and aftershocks of pleasure still pulsed through Joy as her body gradually returned to its slender, anime-like shape. She saw Chloe and Zoe hanging limply, their chests heaving with simulated breaths, their faces wearing the identical, beatific smiles of the deeply satisfied.

"We could've stayed longer," Chloe managed to pant, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I think."

"Maybe longer," the operator replied cheerfully. "But you won't enjoy it more. It's your maximum level."

Zoe laughed, a breathy, exhausted sound. "Define 'enjoy'." She tried to stretch, her body still feeling loose and oddly fluidic. "I think my ass is still in the next room."

Joy coughed, vomited a jet of liquid, and laughed. "That's what I call a good fuck!" She looked at her hands, then at her friends. "This body... It's a dream. I could spend a century in that machine."

"And that's exactly what the Blight Area will be like," Winnie's calm voice cut through their blissful haze. "Constant. Unforgiving. And with no lube."

They fell silent. The playtime was over. The reminder of their mission sent a new kind of thrill through them—a mixture of fear, duty, and dark, anticipatory lust.

"Okay, girls," continued Winnie, "you have a final briefing. Then deployment. Let's move."

***

The flyer skimmed over the pastoral landscape. Fields, glades, cows and sheep, trees, standalone buildings, everything. There were nine people in the small cabin: two pilots who exchanged quiet comments at the controls, four marines in the full battle armour, and three naked teenage girls with anime faces. The girls chatted cheerfully, staring out of the windows. The Marines did their best not to stare at the girls — without much success, though.

Zoe turned on her seat and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Just look at us!" she exclaimed. "It's a fucking hentai anime scene! We could be drawn exactly like that, with no changes whatsoever!"

Joy looked around and nodded.

"I hope someone will draw that anime someday. With three nympho girls fucking through mobs of alien monsters and saving the world. I would love to watch it!"

The soldiers blushed. One of them shifted awkwardly in his seat, the armor plates creaking.

"Don't you need... clothes? Or boots?" one of them asked, trying and failing to sound casual.

"Do we look like we need them?" Chloe replied with a smirk. She wiggled her toes on the cool metal floor, a blissful, simple pleasure. "Plus, we are built for... easy access. All the access, all the time."

"The Blight Area is not a pleasant walk in the park, ladies," another marine, a burly sergeant, said gruffly. "The ground is... alive. And hostile. And acidic in spots."

"All part of the fun!" Joy chirped. "Our feet are as indestructible as the rest. Acid baths are just a kinky form of foreplay for us now."

The sergeant just stared at her, then shook his head slowly, as if trying to dislodge the thought from his mind.

One of the pilots pointed ahead.

"There it is," he said, pointing forward. "Visual contact in fifteen seconds."

In the distance, something began to change. Like a rainbow canopy popped over the horizon.

"This is the Blight Area jungle, the tops of its highest trees," explained the pilot. "But we are not going to drop you on the top. We'll land about a kilometer from the perimeter, you'll walk the last stretch."

"Okay!"

The flyer descended slowly, hovering a few meters above the ground.

"Time for the main event," Zoe said, her voice tight with excitement.

They stepped on the ground. The girls turned their heads, looking around. A mundane crop field, the border barriers, and a Marine outpost nearby. And a looming rainbow jungle far away.

"How much to the center?" Joy asked. "About twenty-five kilometers?"

"More like thirty now," said the marine sergeant. The four Marines were scanning the perimeter, although everything was quiet and serene at the spot. "The Area is expanding."

"Anyway, just thirty! In these bodies, we could run to it in a few hours!"

"On a straight road, yes. There are no straight roads in those jungles. And you need to... take your time. And be thorough. You have a job to do. Your mission is planned for two weeks. Either we see the aliens dying and the Area contained by that time, or there will be nukes. We won't have the means to extract you from there, sorry."

The girls looked to each other, nodding silently.

"Okay, the navigation system check. Close your eyes and turn around several times." The girls giggled and obeyed. "Where's the Area center?" Three thin arms pointed in the same direction. "Perfect. Just follow your instincts. You'll have to rely only on yourself. There won't be any signal there."

They looked at the looming alien forest.

"Okay, agents." He saluted them. "Go ahead and fuck up them all!"

They laughed and returned the salute. "You got it!"

The flyer took off, leaving them in the middle of the plain. The sun was hot, the soil under their bare feet moist and sticky with stalks. Cicadas were chirping all around. They heard a lone moo from far behind them, and strange whoops and crackings far ahead from the rainbow jungle.

"Okay, gals," Zoe grinned. "Let's boldly go where no man has gone before!"

They laughed and started walking towards the alien jungle.