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PRIMAL FROST (Haruchai & Arctic Fox)

Arctic Fox

Super-Earth
Joined
Sep 21, 2012
prologue

How long ago one could walk freely on Earth, feel the warmth of sunlight on your face or beach sand underfoot. However those days are now long gone. Over population has reduced many to near slave labor to those that controlled the food markets, crime became rampant. Soon it became convienient to biofreeze the down trodden, the criminals, and if you paid enough any enemy. Indefinitely stored they did not need to be fed. after nearly a century more people were biofroze than were living it seemed. Finally the World counsel realized that even that solution would not work, energy had to be used to store them, energy that could be used elsewhere. After discussions it was agreed that thier best bet, best option, was to send them off planet. By this time Earth had managed to populate the Moon and Mars, as well as a few nearby colonies, but not out of the solar system. They did locate several planets that could possibly harbor needed atmosphere and habitat for life to thrive. Immediately several interstellar spacecraft were constructed. Programmers put in abilities on board the ships main CPU and into many robounits on how to awaken the biocylinders, to monitor and alter things as needed to ensure thier safety. Even though many were some of Earths worst criminals. Murderers, rapists, drug dealers, prostitutes, embezzlers, poisoners, pedophiles, gangers, down to those just unlucky enough to be homeless or unable to bribe officials to not be frozen by a powerful enemy. Time spent travelling any diseases would be cured, any imperfection fixed such as an amputated limb. All fixed by the ship. Each ship held nearly 8,000 biocylinders, enough to ensure a wide varied genetic pool and survival.

This ship, Botany Bay, on its journey encountered much over it's century or so including a meteor swarm that punctured its hull and killed nearly 1000 prisoners. Eventually repaired it scavenged a safety sub routine. As a result many probrams became scrambled, garbled, or rewritten incorrectly. The result was it began to tamper with prisoners at random. Some given augmentations some subjected to mental implants making them more agressive or more docile. A few even died. The ship was to land on a planet that was known to be fairly warm, the entire group would be addressed, then with certain devices to build a village they could rebuild human civilizaton. unfortunately that did not occur. the damage it recieved over its travel it was unable to land safely. The biocylinders in packs of 8 (4 men, 4 women) were shot out in groups of 2-3 then after another distance it did it again, spiralling about the planet it was on as its last major fuel was being spent. Each 8 pack had a pack with meager rations and such things as a large communal tent. The planet however was not warm and sunny, it was more like Earth at the end of its last ice age to those that soon woke. Prior to being jettisoned from the ship each male was induced with several medical shots, this was to ensure thier first priority would be to want to mate. A precaution to hopefully jumpstart the human race again, to make women pregnant. Women were given shots to ensure that thier bodies would be healthy for child birth, to stimulate thier bodies.

This octet that landed, thier cylinders fell apart and soon they began reviving. unfortunately 3 were damaged and thier occupants dead from impact trauma (2 women and a male were dead). At the base of each cylinder were the clothes they were wearing when they were processed, now centuries out of style, but for the moment they all wore simple blue grey tunics and elastic loose pants and simple slip on shoes. Against the side of a small hill thier packages landed, heavily forested, though the trees looked as if covered in a blue glass covering, A bit lower a ground ice fog covered much. The ground was patchy in both snow, ice, and mud...and now debris.

Mariahs biocylinder was slightly cracked, the planets cold air seeped in waking her slightly. She remembered her last thought before being sedated for the 'tubes'. She and her brother had been arrested for drug running...well him for running, her for making it. Their parents died when she was still very young. To support them both her brother hooked up with a local cartel. Not able to run like her brother their boss put her in care of one of his cooks. At his side she learned the craft, and learned well. Still, with a well placed bribe a rival drug cartel attacked and only a few survived, she was one and put in a biocylinder. By now she had stood on her own feet, she never did her own drugs, she bore no tattooes or marks beyond a few small burn marks.
Her sand brown eyes fluttered open, in the blue hues they nearly looked like liquid gold. She was hurting a bit, her body wrenched by the impact. Still she was moving, that was a good sign. Her slender but strong hands she placed on the front of the tube and began shoving at it. After 3-4 tries it opened enough she could slither out.
Halfway out she felt a huge hand grab her by her long, thick raven hair. A sharp tug nearly pulled it from her skull, but left her a bit unbalanced. in a few moments on her knees she stood before a tall man with greasy looking dreadlocks. Her own hands went to try and pry her hair loose as she gave a cry of pain. The man had his pants down just past his thighs, his johnson hanging out. He was hard and ready, that was obvious. "Get to suckin', bitch" she heard in a fairly gutteral voice. She felt his other hand beginning to grope at her shirt to rip it off of her.
Mariah growled as she pulled something up from the ground, a piece of debris. Coming up to one knee she swung it, catching him at the knee. It tripped him up. Falling over to one side yowling in pain, he let go of her hair. "Go fuck yourself, Asshole" she snarled bringing the twisted restraint bar up again to hit him again if she had too. Stepping back she looked about. Off a bit there was a blonde woman, with a man on top of her going at it like ferrets on grind*. As she breathed heavy she could feel her own body felt different, she just was not sure how. Even more curious was where were they all, it sure as hell did not look like the Alamosa biocylinder detention center in New Mexico.
In the slight chilling wind Mariah brought the piece of metal up like a bat. Her would be rapist getting up. Made a running tackle at her. Mariah growled and hit him 2 to 3 more times as he landed on top of her. She kicked him in his jimmies and then hit him in the throat making him slide off of her. Staggering away she managed to get to her feet, the tackle nearly took her breath away, it did make her rib hurt. "You want to die today Asshole....I'll arrange it" it only slightly occured to her what was 'wrong' with her body, somehow her breasts were larger than when she went into the tubes. Not ginormous, but compared to the b cup she was, she now at least had double d's. Her frame seemed to be perfect to carry them as well. Long and lean of limb and torso. Her long hair now disheveled gave her an appearance of a wild shecat.
Mariah growled at the man even as she backed away from him "Fucking rapist" she spat at the man. It was odd though, something was going on. All of a sudden they're free...No one who went into the tubes ever came out. How much time passed? she didn't know. Her body was messed with...probably some perverted med-tech getting his jollies. Now she was friggin' freezing to death now, the cold making her nipples more prevelent through the cheap ass material. She could see her own breath. She glances at the others going at it. At least for the woman she ...actually didn't seem to mind getting humped by some jerk with bad hygiene. There was a spark in the back of her mind telling her not to fight, but this guy just really was not her type...this guy she thought would not be any ones type...maybe that's why he's a rapist. She kicked the side of his head ...hard. She didn't see anyone else off the bat. She looked about, as far as she knew they dropped them all in the Himalayas, then she noticed something odd, very odd indeed. She didn't see her would be rapist through a piece of metal at her....clocking her upside the head.

*Grind: last known chemical designer drug of choice by users on Earth.
 
RE: PRIMAL FROST

Planet 842. That was the planet's designation. Unknown to those on the Botany Bay, the planet had been discovered during their induced cryo-sleep, their decades long hibernation had not stopped the technological advances on Earth itself, and more space exploration had revealed this distant planet. Program upgrades had been sent by signal to the Botany Bay, the subjects in their hibernation experiments on how to further the human race. What could not be forseen was the crash on 842. The planet had plenty of water, and a livable atmosphere. The problem was the cold. Sending enough supplies and materials to make the planet inhabitable was deemed non cost effective. It was merely bad luck that caused the Botany to eject the cylinders as it did, sending its human cargo - nearly 6,500 beings - to land on 842. Luckily the supplies and materials it had brought, meager as they were, jettisoned toward the planet as well.

Juste Shaw was one of those jettisoned toward the planet, his biocylinder cracking upon impact. Juste might have been considered lucky, his physiology one of those tampered with by the ship. Known as "biometric muscle cording', Juste's body was now much more efficient. Several times stronger than most men, as well as more dense, he could weather extremes of temperature. Faster, stronger, better. Cerebral implants allow him to process information more quickly, and his optical nerves allowing him to see several times more distant and in near perfect darkness.

The impact upon the surface of 842 is what first roused Juste, and as the cylinder cracked, letting the cold leak in, he came fully awake. It took only a few seconds for him to realize exactly what had been done to him aboard the ship, the neural processor informing him of the changes and upgrades. Powerful arms slammed against the door of the tube, the metal and ballistic glass flying away from the impact, opening the tube to the elements. Which didn't bother Juste one bit.

Back on Earth, Juste had been trained by the Agency. One of their top Agents he'd been deployed for wetworks all across the globe. Only after he'd learned too much, finding out that several of his superiors had their fingers in too many pies, did Juste go off the grid. Fading into a ghost the man had carried on his work, but following his own directives, assassinating those that deserved it - including his former superiors. Put on the Agencie's "Most Wanted" list, Juste had finally been cornered, the net closing. But instead of simply killing him, he'd been sent off-planet with the riff-raff that Earth had to offer.

It really didn't sit well with him.

A quick scan of the area showed a field of debris, though looking skyward Juste could see that the ship, though the fuel was now spent, was caught in an orbit around the planet. Not that it would do them any good. The wind gusted, kicking up a sheet of peppering snow and ice, and Juste could see, not too far distant, a man and woman fucking in the snow. It was such an odd sight and yet it fired something in the man, and Juste looked down as he felt his cock straining at the loose pants he wore, tenting them nicely. With a throaty growl Juste cast his eyes about and saw the struggle not far from him between some man and a woman who did not seem too willing to entertain his advances. It was a decently fair fight until the man beamed her in the head with a large chunk of debris and she went down in a heap. Juste didn't care. In fact, the man could rape her all he wanted as far as Juste was concerned. There was just one simple problem.

Juste wanted her.

Even from here he could tell she was beautiful. Those optical upgrades allowed him to see how lovely she was, with her caramel colored skin and her lush long hair. Even as she'd fallen her breasts had been enticing, and Juste stalked toward the pair as the man closed upon her and knelt, roughly forcing her knees apart.

Juste didn't announce his presence. If the man did not have the situational and spatial awareness to see him coming, well, that was his loss now wasn't it? Those immensely strong arms of Juste caught the man, who did struggle, his elbow driving back into Juste's torso, but it was like hitting a brick wall. Tightening his arms, Juste's bicep and tricep flexed and pressed into the man's neck, cutting of his air, then crushing his windpipe, then crushing his vertebrae. Now lifeless the man went lax and Juste wrenched, a spray of scarlet decorating the snow and mud as he ripped the man's head from his shoulders. His first trophy on this new world.

Dark eyes were cast toward the woman as Juste let the body fall to the ground, a pool of crimson spreading from the truncated neck, the man's head held in his right hand by the hair, though Juste soon let that drop as well as he regarded the female at his feet. Kneeling he let the head roll away and he caught the woman's chin in his right hand, lifting her face to inspect it, those fingers able to crush bone if he so desired, and a single word left his lips as he looked at her.

"Mine."
 
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Mariah was shaking cobwebs from her head when she could hear the horrid noise of twisting bone, then the iron stench of blood. Her head was tuning slightly when she felt a large hand on her chin. She had thought it might be going to her throat, relieved it didn't. Her face was turned to the looming face of another man...dark, powerful looking. Her golden eyes large like saucers gazing into his. His voice deep and resonating had sent a shiver down her spine as he called her his. Her eyes narrowed angrily, she was not some piece of meat or ass. She had been in the cartel almost 20 years...since she was 4, no man had touched her. No man! by the Cartels orders, her brother, or from herself. She brought a long leg up to get a better balance to get up. Her arm knocking the hand from her chin. "I belong to no one!" Her eyes seemed to glow gold as she grew angry. Her hot temper would keep any man warm, one could feel it radiating from her as she stood up, the restraining bar still in her hand and ready to swing. As she stood the penitentiary shirt rode up along her waist revealing a strong, lean curvy torso. "I'm not some skank-whore" she snarled. Her voice was not shrill or whining high pitched, but seemed to exude a huskiness. What ever the ship did or scientists did she just radiated an aura of sexuality. She had no tattoos or piercings. She didn't know theses people, she was in a strange area, and she was alone. This was a bad point. She glanced to the blond getting taken by the other man, but her eyes kept going back to the guy in front of her, when she did her heart seemed to skip. She felt afraid of him and oddly attracted too. A few strands of her dark hair crossed her face. She took a step back.
 
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Juste smiled at the fiery woman. There was no rush in his actions or movements. He knew she was his and it would only be a bit of time before she came to that realization as well.

"You are no whore, on that I can agree." he said. "But you are mine, and owe me a life debt. That man would have raped you, at the very least, and now he is no more. I will end any man that dares touch you without my permission. For that, you are mine." he insisted and his right hand snapped out to catch her lustrous brown hair and he pulled her close, her breasts swaying and bouncing with the motion. His lips pressed to hers as he held her head still, locks pulled taut and tight. His other hand roughly grabed one breast and squeezed, hard, and it was sure to leave bruises.

By now a few other biocylinders were opening, some males, some females and Juste broke the kiss and gestured vaguely at the newly awakened men. "You can agree to be mine, or I can simply allow those men to have their way with you. I am sure you would be overpowered in short order and used." He kissed her again, his lips hard on hers and the hard length in his pants pressed to her thigh. Juste broke the kiss and muscles flexed and shifted under tanned skin as he pushed her down, forcing her to her knees. "Claim my cock as your own before those men are given a gift to christen their new home with." he growled.
 
RE: PRIMAL FROST

Mariah gave a yelp as he seized her hair. It was like an adrenaline rush as he nearly snapped her neck. She winced a moment as he brought her close to him. To close that she could not bring the chunk of debris up to clock him. She felt him holding her to his broad chest, his arms strong. She started to squirm and struggle, true he did save her from the rapist, but now it looked like it was being traded for another. Then his other large hand...Her eyes opened wide in shock as his large hand began groping her. As his hand handled her full breasts one thing he could immediately tell....they were not fake. This close it was obvious she was young, most likely in her early mid 20's.
She was close enough to smell him, whatever his cologne was that he had on going in the tubes still lingered on him. It smelled good, clean and manly, not like musk or a field of flowers. It was then she realized he had been kissing her, his lips hard against hers. She gave a light squeal and squirmed a bit harder. breaking the kiss she heard his low tone and their meaning. She was about to respond when he kissed her again. It stirred something ...something wanton in the back of her mind. Why was it hard to think? She always held herself composed. Was it this place? his man? time in the tubes? something else? All this in a heartbeat ran through her mind. There was a part of her mind telling her this was a man, not some boy playing at being a man, but a man. He held her even tighter. She could feel heat from his body, she could feel his ..body against her stirring large against her. She'd never felt a mans erection against her...especially as tight against the prison clothing like this. It scared her a bit, she hated being scared. She managed to get her free hand up against his lower torso. She tried pushing him off of her. He was like a wall. He was not going to move unless he wanted to. It appeared at that moment he wanted to as he forced her down by tugging her hair. She found herself on one knee, her face nearly at the level of his crotch. She could see the large strain upon the cheap prison fabric he had going on. The sudden pull nearly knocked the wind out of her as she gasped for air. Her hand that had pushed at him went down as well, hooking the draw string band and leaving light scratch marks on his well muscled torso. Her other dropped the piece of metal she had and braced against his other thigh. She hung on to prevent from falling over. In the distance she could see a few others from the other nearby tube cells. She tried jerking free again. "Let me Go!" came out of her, heated and adamant. She tried to get up off her knees. The hand she had on his leg she released to make a fist preparing to punch him. she was not going to go down without a fight.
 
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Juste could smell her anxiety, hear her heart pounding in her chest and detect the pheromones in the air. Despite her protest she was excited and her scent only spurred him onward. Unfortunately he would have to act quickly. More and more biocylinders were opening out on the debris field and if any of the other men were in a state as he was then they would fall upon the closest females and copulate whether the females were receptive or not. That this female had caught his eye was either her best good fortune or a dismal tragedy. Juste would let her decide.

His eyes cast about the nearby scraps and a ring about the size of a handball caught his eye. Galvanized rubber and an o-ring of some sort, a long strip of metal that should have connected it to something by the looks of it and he snatched it up. Another long piece of steel and he grabbed that as well.

"Come here." he snarled at her, noting that several of the other males had fallen on a hapless female who screamed in protest at first and then in pain a moment later. Juste's hands roughly grabbed the woman's wrists, pinning them together as the steel was bent to bind them together, pinning her hands together in a sort of mockery of prayer and the man then forced her mouth open, the galvanized rubber ring forced to keep her jaws pried apart.

"That should do well, and keep you quiet." he growled to her and once more he grabbed her by the hair, jerking her head back so she had to look up and face him. "This is for your own good my Pet." he told her, his other hand pulling down his pants to reveal that thick cock that hung between his legs, the girthy length visibly throbbing and pulsing, the veins visible as the flared crown dripped his excitement. Through the ring he thrust the formidable weapon between his legs, pressing it into her throat.
 
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Mariah was prepared to hit him for all she was worth. She knew how to fight and fight dirty, but apparently so did this mountain of a man. he caught her wrist, damn near breaking it. She could hear other women screaming as men just wanted to satisfy their animal needs. "Let go of me!" she snarled, pulling against him to get her hand free. He took a step or two back to the cell base and jerked her with him making her fall forward. By her wrist he dragged her to him. She still kept pulling to get free. He came up with a piece of something about five feet or so long. She audibly gasped as she watched him bend it easily around her wrist. She tried to move to get her legs under her again as she growled in anger at him. Her dark hair half masking her face giving a rather feral appearance, her heavy breathing making her breasts heave enticingly. In anger and pain she felt her arm being forced to bend at the elbow behind her. Grunting she resisted but it was no use, he was too strong. Like a rubber band it bent quickly behind her back, a moment later her right wrist that was restrained was joined by her left. Both coiled along her arm a couple of times and then crossed near the elbows making her chest and breasts thrust forward. "Dammit! I said let me go! I am not your ...." She was cut off as he grabbed her jaw. Who ever this beast was he knew anatomy apparently. He grabbed her where he knew it would pop her jaw open. She felt something metallicky being shoved into her mouth, just past her teeth. She could not close her jaw!!! "awt ahhell!" her heated breath came out unintelligently. Man pressed it wide just to make sure it was going to stay in. Her golden eyes narrowed angrily at him.
She had never felt as vulnerable and as awkward as she did right then, but she knew it wasn't over. He stood a moment over her. To Mariah it was as if he was gloating over his conquest. He again grabbed her hair Making him watch his expression as well as watching him take his beast off its leash. When she was just becoming a woman she managed to sneak peeks of some of her bosses men, she was not a complete stranger to the male anatomy, but never had she seen ....this! Her eyes went wide, almost afraid of how thick it was and its length. She watched as it came out and his ballsac. Swollen and engorged its deep violet hue showed darker veins as it still seemed to be growing as it seemed to curve slightly upwards. Once unrestrained and so close Mariah could see light wisps of escaping warmth coming from it. Mariah closed her eyes as if willing this not to happen. This close to her she could smell his manhood, her body began to act against her mind. it did not take but a few moments before her nipples began to make their appearance against the prison shirt. The man handled his manhood slightly as he guided himself in past the restraint. Instantly Mariah could feel it in her. The taste of salt from his skin. She gave a whimper as she still tried to get free, to bite down and could not. The hand tangled in her hair began to force her to slide against the cock in her mouth, her tongue having no escape was forced to draw along the thick massive pole. As he tugged her it forced her eyes open, forcing her to look at the man taking her. It was not to long after he started that he forced his entire length into her making her panic and squeal before he would withdraw and let her breath a bit through her nose. His heavily filled testicles bumping her chin. He could not see, atleast she prayed so, that she was becoming moist. Her body even warmer. Again he forced her to take his entire length. She could feel it like a steel hard rod, her body bent back slightly still bobbing against him. Only when it seemed like she would pass out would he pull out so she could catch her breath. She heard a command "lick me". It was a tone she could not refuse, her body immediately responded and began rubbing against the veins of his cock. She felt his other hand stroking against her neck and shoulder, slipping under the collar of the prison cotton shirt. through all this there was the thrusting of his cock in her mouth, still swelling to the point she thought it would burst. she could even taste a stronger bit of salt. The strokes became stronger, more insistant. Again he forced his organ down her throat, his testicles bumping into her chin. She again whimpered prettily.
 
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Juste felt her throat spasm around his thick length and as he leaned to the side he could see her throat bulge with the size of him, and her body struggled for air as he forced that thick shaft into her throat. The gagging and choking sounds as he forced her to deepthroat him were quite lovely and as she gasped for air and took deep shuddering breaths as he pulled back were arousing. Thick ropes of saliva dripped from her mouth as she was unable to shut it, the ring holding it open, and her saliva dripping down onto her breasts as they heaved for breath, and her nipples tented the fabric in both the cold air and her arousal.

"I'll make you a willing cocksleeve yet." Juste growled, knowing she had a lot of fight left in her and he dragged her over to one of the cylinders, bending her over that rounded tube as another male approached. Juste growled at the man, whose intentions were obvious. The man was large, larger than Juste, and merely smiled, thinking this would be easy, and his eyes looked to the ripe female with her ass in the air bent over the tube. "Mine." Juste said, again that simple one word, and then the man was upon him.

The fight was simple, and though the other man was larger, the improvements to Juste by the ship were unable to be overcome and made things decidedly one-sided. Juste's fist snapped out, catching the man in the solar plexus, and he dropped to his knees, gasping for air. The distinct sound of cracking bone had been heard and though the man was not dead he'd have trouble breathing for a few days. Juste turned back to the woman, jerking her pants down over her ass where they hugged her knees, her lovely curved behind presented to him, and the soft lips of her pussy now presented. Juste's hand went between her legs, rubbing her sex, getting her ready for his entry as he slipped a thumb into her heated channel.
 
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As she tried to get a air she shot daggers from her eyes. She mumbled something unintelligent at him as she let her tongue flick spit at him. not able to aim very well by having limited accuracy only a little hit his shirt.
Half dragging her she spied a cylinder that was closed. Next thing she knew she had been hoisted and tossed across it like she was a sack of potatoes. Her legs completely off the ground, her legs flailing. She saw another large man out the corner of her eye, a bit of fear went through her. Both large men seemed to want her as they began fighting just out of her view. A wrestling move, a punch then a crunching sound she could hear. She tried to slide over the cylinder. Her plan was to then get to her feet and run. Too bad she never got that far. As she started to slide over she felt her pants get grabbed and she was pulled back. She gave a garbled curse as she glanced over a shoulder, the same pigbrearman had won. The thin fabric ripped as he exposed her pillowy rump. No tramp stamps or tattooes on her lithe haunches or thighs. Just soft caramel skin. It was obvious she was frozen at some time later in the cryo tubing project. At a point where undergarments were deemed not needed and cut from the prison budget. A slight wet spot showed she was a bit moist, but how wet was the question. Juste would just have to find out. She gave a half cried whimper as he managed to keep her legs spread and from hitting him. She felt one huge hand cover the nearly entire globe of her left buttock as his right hand moved elsewhere. She jumped as his right hand touched the light wetness near her feminine mound. She'd obviously had waxed before going in the tubes. Then she screamed as she could with the gag in placed a finger in her. Her torso tightened as she struggled like a fish being reeled in. Oh she became even more wet and he learned a very interesting fact. She still had her maidenhead...a virgin. She tried to roll over, anything to get him out of her. Only his left hand kept her pinned to the top of the cylinder.
 
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"Now this is unexpected. You're a virgin." Juste said and hoisted her up and around onto her back, his hand once more diving between her legs, rubbing her pussy, looking at how those soft smooth lips split around his finger, her deeper hued skin giving way to pink folds as he splayed her lips and inspected her sex. It had been a long time since he's seena bonafide virgin and with her gag in place and her hands bound behind her back, he could take her at his leisure.

That turgid pole between his legs still almost seemed to steam in the colder air, and the young woman would feel her pants completely ripped away, leaving her bare from the waist down, just before her shirt was ripped away as well, her tits bouncing with the motion as Juste rendered her completely nude. He obviously found the sight of her pleasing, a thin strand of precum dripping from the tip of his cock and extending toward the ground. It was easy enough for him to force her legs apart and that swollen mushroom crown slid along the length of her sex, from asshole to clit, gathering moisture before it finally caught on her tight entrance and Juste pressed forward, jst enough to let that thick ridged head start to stretch her - just enough for them to feel the heat from one another.

A tease though as he pulled back out and used his thumbs to spread her most intimate of places, revealing her tight pink hole as his cockhead split her inner folds and Juste sheathed himself into her with a sudden motion of his hips, breaking through her maidenhead and in fact filling her utterly, an inch or two of cock unable to be sheathed as that swollen head tapped against her cervix. The big man stopped, letting that fat throbbing cock stretch her and fill her, letting her feel every thick inch inside of her tight virgin body.
 
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Mariah gave another strangled scream. She was not going down without a fight. As he flipped her like a cheese omelet she brought a leg up to kick him in the neck. It was an awkward kick, but it did have some power behind it..just not enough. It hit but did nothing but hurt her ankle, definitely leave a bruise. Trapped it was about all she could do as she felt her prison uniform being ripped off of her and not only that used to limit her leg movements somewhat. Her back arched, made for her breasts to jut out. Her shirt ripped off too, only her sleeves left intact. She watched the leer on his face as he continued to fondle and examine her. It was easy to see the mix of anger and fear in her eyes as she suddenly felt his johnson along her thighs and along the split of her femininity. Her nipples grew erect in the chilly air as the warmth of his manhood against her made her shudder. Her heart seemed to skip several beats as he forced the tip of his cock into her. Her eyes went wide at the tight fit, she thought he would tear her apart he was so thick. Her head began to shake as if to say 'no' repeatedly. She could see the evil leer on his face still as she felt his hands teasing her again, she still slickened a bit leaving his fingers wet. As he pulled her wide she winced in pain her abdomen tightened and arched. She bit down on the makeshift o ring as his meaty cock rapidly entered her, spearing her. He quickly entered her and took her maidenhead. She gave a gurgled scream as tears came from her eyes. She felt him deep in her. His hot staff deep in her, even worse he was leaving it in her it seemed. She squirmed to try and get free. The heat from both their bodies caused small wisps of steam come from them both. She could taste a bit of iron as the blood from her virginity being taken. He was so tight in her she could feel its steely hardness, every heartbeat he had she could feel in her. Suddenly she felt his hands moving along her body, large rough hands. They did not stop until they reached her breasts. Twisting her nipples, making her arch even more. Her body began reacting to his design. The design was to be his. Every touch began a reaction to entice him for more even if her mind didn't want to. Tears still streaming, her body began to slowly grind to his. Getting comfortable to a hard grind into her.
 
It took a moment but the innermost desires of the woman became clear as she started to grind on his thick throbbing cock, and Juste pulled and tugged her nipples until they were achingly hard and with each tug he felt her core tighten around him, throbbing all on its own as her body tried to milk his cock, craving his seed.

Juste did begin to move, his hips slow at first, reveling in the tightness of her sex, her heated molten core hugging him tighter than any glove. A low heated moan escaped him as he started to stroke in and out of her and it was not long before he gripped her hips and was hammering into her, jolting her body with each hard deep thrust. Her breasts bounced wildly and the slap of skin on skin was prevalent. Her wet sex emitted lovely wet sounds and Juste was only vaguely aware of the other man finally gaining his feet, his desire for the woman still evident, though he looked at Juste for approval.

Juste quickly considered and the woman was his, but he was drilling her hard and the other man's need was obvious and so with a nod, Juste gave his silent permission. The other man moved to the other side of the bilcylinder and where the woman's body was arched over the cylinder he slid his cock into her mouth, through the makeshift o-ring gag that Juste had wedged into her mouth. The other man's cock was not quite as large as Juste's, but it still slid back into her throat, the two men spit-roasting the woman, a see-saw motion of their cocks as they took two of her holes.
 
Mariahs head was reeling from the actions he was doing. In a near delirium she could feel herself become wet.... well wetter. She could feel her body wanting to draw him in further into her. Dammit ...why could she not think straight. Suddenly she felt him withdrawing. She gave a soft whimper in response to his resonating moan. Her still hard nipples made raw by his rough hands, a simple touch would set her off. Thing was she wanted them touched, she wanted him to touch them, touch her. Her head slid backwards, limp as her mind wandered in a pleasured fog. She did not see the other man approach. She made strange thrummed guttural moans as he began to pick up speed. Each plunge more forceful than the last, filing her full each time. Filling her and touching areas no one had ever touched. She felt his large hands holding her down, not letting her move with him. Making his thrusts even harder into her, each stroke tight in her. A few times she let go a gurgled scream as she felt as if he was going to tear her apart from the inside. She felt a wonderful pressure building with in her even as her walls slickened more allowing his pistoning to go more smoothly. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her body temperature rose, she felt like she was on fire as a sheen of sweat made her body glisten in the blue cool atmosphere.
She did not realize until it was too late that the other man has grabbed both side of her head, holding her so she could not move. His pants down along his thighs he thrust his cock into her mouth. She gave a muted scream of protest as he began thrusting past the o ring. His hand rubbed along his cock to hurry up coming in her. He wanted to find out if she would swallow or not, either way this time she would. Mariah still struggled to be free, hoping this was all a dream. Reality told her it wasn't. Her body moved in odd ways as the mens motions countered each other then became in sync, then out of sync again. Each bringing her closer and closer to the edge. The large wall of a man making her blow him shoved in as far as he could, not only preventing her from breathing, but literally exploded in her throat making her take his cum. Slightly choking she had to swallow if she wanted to breath again. Some came up along the sides of her mouth as he began to withdraw but he still kept it in her mouth. The shock suddenly made Mariahs abdomen tighten and her hips buck against the man atop her. There was an influx of warm wetness. It was obvious she was near orgasming. Her mind was going numb, her eyes glazing slightly as her body spasming slightly, tightening again upon his colossal cock now wanting to keep it for herself. She hummed and trilled wantonly for both as they continued to abuse her body.
 
The man in her mouth pressed deep once more, his balls against her nose as he sighed and she felt him spasm and throb in her mouth, and he finally would pull out, his cock glistening with his cum and her saliva, and the man just smiled down at her. The man between her legs thrust a few more times, hard, threatening to penetrate her womb and she would feel a jolt run through her as he brought a hand between her legs to play with her swollen clit, the little nub peeking from beneath its hood.

The thumb roughly rubbed over that nub and it seemed the man wanted to feel just how tight she could get, this virgin now impaled on a thick cock and falling into a trance almost at the pleasure. How quickly she succumbed to a man's desires, and Juste could tell she would, after a time, become his willing and eager cock-slave. It was a heady thought and she was exuisite in her beauty. Those thoughts and the sudden warmth from her stretched cunt brought him to the edge and he buried himself into her balls deep as he came, filling her with his masculine and potent fire.
 
Mariahs body shuddered in pain and pleasure as she came. Her heated wetness coating the thick cock in her even as he shot his seed deep into her. She could feel his large rough hands roaming unchecked about her body. Her virginity claimed by him. Heated and sensitive he still wanting to subdue her. His hand reaching down he began coaxing more from her rubbing her wet an raw clit with a frenzy, still pumping his cock into her. His strokes so strong her whole body shook. Her slickened walls clenching with each of his strokes as if wanting to keep him in her permanently. One of her long legs began so seductively rub along his thigh, silky smooth against his heavily muscled leg. Her other curling in an attempt to keep him there.
She had nearly choked on the cock and cum in her throat. The man held her mouth filled until he felt her swallow. As far as he was concerned swallowing was the only option. A string of cum glistened like a thread from his cock when he finally pulled out of her, breaking and letting it land across her nose and cheek. "Too bad her tongues not long enough to come out and lick my balls" he said in a satisfied tone. "How's her titties?" wondering about sucking them raw. Just the thought was starting to make him hard again. He moved to twist her nipples.
Gasping as she was able to breath a bit easier in time with the spasming her body was making, an occasional cough as residual cum was cleared. Angry tears seemed to vow death to both men. A strangled cry as she came gurgled from her. "Bitch has a temper!"
 
Juste's cock was still swollen and rock hard and as the woman writhing on his thick prick came once, then twice, a gurgling cry coming from her throat that had so recently been filled with cum, Juste smiled wickedly. The other man asked about her titties and Juste nodded. "Tits are right fine." he said, and followed the other man's prompt and reached down to tug her nipples roughly, making them stand erect and hard as he kept pumping into her now soaked and filled pussy.

There was no chance he was going to stop now, and the lewd squelching noises from her plundered core showed his thick seed being forced out a little and running down her ass to drip off her cheeks. Rough fingers that tugged her nipples found their way between her legs to rub and pinch her clit as Juste kept her full of cock, taking his pleasure, the imperative to mate and breed her overriding even the subtle hints that his body needed a refractory period and her tight pussy seemed to suck at his dick greedily, her legs rubbing along his hips and thighs despite her angry looks as if her own biological need to be bred overturned her good sense that she was being raped by the two men.

"Ya need to give me a turn." the other man rasped to Juste, stroking his cock, and his eyes locked on the woman's swollen and quite messy cunt. Reluctantly Juste pulled out of her, his seed oozing from her puffy pussy, and he immediately came around to slide his glistening and dripping cock into her mouth.
 
Mariah had a moments respite as the men exchanged positions. It gave her time to take a few breaths. Her sides heaved in exertion. Suddenly she felt the big mans cock running just barely along her upper arm and neck. The hot, glistening jizz both cool and ultra hot against her skin. She felt like she was in some languid dream as the rough male grabbed a wealth of hair to make her face him. To watch as he again was making her suck his cock.
The other mountain of a man was nearly as bad as the first, he seemed to want to get a rise out of her as he began his assault on her abused body. He used his hands and began stroking her thighs, making her hips sway. More of the big mans cum oozed out. A moment later the second man had lined himself then in a long powerful thrust pushed his johnson into her. His tezzies began to slap against her thighs. Again both men thrusted in and out of her. Mariah let out a gurgled scream of a mixed pleasure and pain as she tried to protest. She felt a hand on her throat, stroking her skin.
 
The woman's body bounced and jiggled in all the right ways, doing nothing but spurring on the men, who were quite happy to plunder as they so desired. Juste's hand on her throat would squeeze, cutting off her as as surely as his cock would have if he shoved it down her throat - but he didn't, and instead fucked her mouth shallowly, watching how her lush lips wrapped around the swollen crown of his turgid prick, and his other hand slapped across her breasts, eyes intent on her face and her chest as her tits bounced and swayed and he slapped them again, her nipples hard and erect at the treatment.

Between her legs the other man thrust incessantly, never letting up, his grunts matching her own as lewd wet sounds came from her pussy, which dripped with Juste's cum and her own juices, dripping down the curves of her ass cheeks. "Goddamn she's tight!" the other man grunted, despite her having been plumbed by Juste only moments before. With a groan of approval Juste released her neck though his hand stayed there, a silent reassurance he could end her life any time he chose. Then he came again, not nearly as much as before, but his balls tightened and his cock throbbed and then pulsed out his sticky seed, coating her tongue with it, though he'd not taken her throat and he bent to whisper hoarsely, "Swallow, bitch."

His cock popped out of her mouth, and he wiped the still oozing mushroom head across the caramel skin of her cheek and smiled. Now satisfied his cock slowly began to soften, though the imperative to mate was still strong and after a suitable refractory period he'd be taking her again. Uncaring whether the other man was finished yet or not, Juste pushed him back, forcing the man to exit her as he stumbled back and though he started to protest a look from Juste shut that down and then pulled the woman to her feet. More than willing to carry her if the need was there he kept a close eye on her, expecting her legs to be shaky after the taking.
 
The chilly air of the small dell glowed in a snowy silvery blue of the night. Its cold stillness broken only by the various screams, moans, and groans of the 16 or so Earthlings there defiling the area. The 3 octet clusters of cryotubes were deposited together, though not all survived. It also appeared a few were dead even before being ejected, their dried husks within their tubes, a few dying on impact and a few whos bodies were not able to handle the strain. There was much debris easily one could use to turn into a weapon or useful tool. It seemed the women were in the minority as there was nearly 2 men for each woman.
How long she was in her cryotube Mariah did not know, though she never guessed that being in such was going to change her life.
Her mind drifted almost in and out of time and space only to be brought back to the brutal reality by two men taking turns at her, one very much intent that she remember this moment. The large man who bound her arms squeezed and teased her nipples and slapped them hard enough to see them red with welts. Making her taste his cum and her own blood he ground his cock into her throat. Coaxing her cruelly by making her take his seed again, only this time....this time he truly wanted her to taste it, letting his cum land on her tongue and making her swallow it then. The man was still as large as the first time he made her take him, His massive appendage still hard and swollen. So much came she almost gagged, a bit did come to the edges of her lips as he finally extricated himself. She finally felt his cock leave her mouth as she tried swallowing. The warm stickiness growing cold as the let if slide out and up against her cheek. Her body writhed as the other man rode her. Apparently his intent was to make her sore as he enjoyed her tight walls and hearing his ballsac slap up against her.
It was sudden as she felt the man pumping her was suddenly shoved away, his johnson going with him. In her haze she thought she heard some swearing, but she was more interested in catching her breath. She felt her mostly naked body being slid off the plexiglass door, her blood and juices leaving an odd stain upon it. Once weight was back on her feet she nearly collapsed. The man that was screwing her left her left leg with some of the sperm and juices flowing from her.
Mariah still looked up at the large man that had taken her virginity and still spat barely understood gestures at him. She tried to still get free even though the twisted metal binding her arms prevented it.
 
As he had suspected the woman could barely stand, and Juste hoisted her up and over his shoulder, lifting her slight form easily. "we need to find shelter." Juste said bluntly, and pointed in the distance at the gathering storm clouds. Though new to this place it was easy to tell that it was certainly inhospitable, and being caught out in the open during a storm was not a wise idea. The wind that gusted over the area had a certain chill to it, and Juste shielded his eyes as he looked around, and then pointed. "There." he intoned, and headed that way, though it was not readily apparent what he had pointed out. One the walk there Juste would stop and gesture to the clouds and tell others to join them. Some did so and some blew him off, but Juste did not tarry long and the wind increased as they drew closer to where he had indicated, and soon their destination was clear. A cave opening in the side of a huge outcropping of rock.

When they were still about three hundred feet or so from the opening, snow began to fall, filled with sleet, the ice pellets peppering the landscape and like sandpaper on exposed skin. Juste picked up the pace and even sheltered the woman in his arms with his own body. As the storm picked up Juste entered the cave and ushered in the other man and the few people that had decided to heed his advice. Several others had decided to follow, but had been reluctant and slow, and by the time they arrived they had burn marks on them from the scouring ice, and a couple did not make it at all, bleeding out, their skin shredded from the blown ice as it acted like millions of tiny shards of glass on their skin.

Hunkered down in the deep cave Juste looked at the woman with her hands behind her back. "What's your name?" he asked, and removed the o-ring gag he'd shoved in her mouth, though kept her hands secured behind her back.
 
Over his shoulder as he jogged, she understood what he meant. Didn't care in a way, but did see the fury filled clouds. They roiled like boiling milk and she could feel the temperature dropping. After what he had done to her he wanted him to just drop her and let her die, apparently he still wanted to humiliate her even more. She still tried to get free, her legs flailing as he ran. She jumped a bit as a few pellets of ice tinged on the metal coiled about her arms and bouncing off her exposed fleshy rump. Next thing she noticed was his hands shifted, protecting her flesh than his. Still didn't mean she was ever going to forgive him. A few moments later they were in a cave, not a large one, but a cave. A dark cave that smelled odd, or perhaps it was just to her nose and it was just rock filled with the smell of sex and various human bodily fluids. Practically duped onto the cave floor the only light was the waning blue from the cave entrance, it was not very bright. She started to continue her tirade except she felt his hand on her cheeks and jaw as he moved the metal o-ring. Gratefully she shut her mouth and moved her jaw to pop it slightly. Her lungs heaved a bit as her anger warmed her body. She spat at his feet as she growled at him "BASTARD!" To say she was still angry was an understatement. Being raped it was not going to say 'Oh hi my name is Susan, what's yours?' then twirl a ringlet on a finger. The other option was she was not going to retreat into herself and leave herself vulnerable either. She saw the other man that had fucked her nearby, he grabbed her calf as he sat nearby. Between the big guys leg she gave the other man a straight heel shot to his eye socket, making him back up.
Shortly after the three were in the cave, a group of 5 managed to enter the blonde woman and a rather plump black woman. Behind them were 3 men, all were in various stated of dress. All were sporting some ice pellet bruises. The blonde looked at the others even as one of the men sought to envelope her in his arms almost protectively "I saw 2 get back in their tubes, I don't think the ice is gonna break it, but they might freeze out there".
Mariahs thoughts were dark as all she could think of was let them freeze, they were not going to be far behind. Her gold eyes looked back and up at the big man, fire was still definitely there. With the heat she was giving off who ever was next to her was not going to die last from frostbite, that was for sure. After calling him a 'bastard' she had not spoken, now she would "We need a fire" anger was in her tone, but it was in check.
 
Juste expected such a response from the breeding bitch, and didn't deign to answer her. Not for that comment anyway, and he knew what the purpose of the ship had been - to get them to breed, to preserve humanity, and she was wanting to argue over just who got her with child. Juste wasn't going to give her much choice in the matter. "You're right, we do." he said, and he ordered some of the other men to look around the cave's interior for something to burn, and something to start a fire with. As luck would have it, there was wood, some intact and some that could be used for kindling, as well as some other items. One of the other men had thought to bring along a survival box from his cryo-tube, and within it was a long knife, as well as some magnesium and a file, some bandages and a few other items. Juste was glad for that, but like himself he wondered if the man had truly been a criminal in his past, or maybe those in power just wanted him gone. It was odd that a knife had been given to a criminal. On the other hand, they had been programmed to fuck, not to kill.

As a couple people set to work making a fire Juste went back and kneeled by the woman he still had bound. "What's your name? I'm not going to ask again. If you don't give me one, then I'll name you myself." Juste said, his eyes hard. "There's no need to make this more difficult than it has to be." he told her.
 
Braced against the cold rock of the side of the cave Mariah gave a slight snort and angrily glanced to the side. For several moments she said nothing, not even growling. Finally her rather golden eyes moved back to him "Mariah" she stated, her tone was still angry, but atleast she did not spit it at him. She looked at the others seeming to scurry at his bidding for a moment. A couple of women were feeling as used as she was, only the blonde seemed to have no problem with it.
Outside the cave came a bizarre noise from the storm. Pea size hail and sleet moved in with the snow. It pinged off of the wreckage, trees and rocks. In the midst of this and wind there was something that rarely would happen on earth... Thundersnow! The dry wintery air caused static to occur and that causing lightning and thunder. The loud crackling made her cringe from the opening as the sound bounced in the cave. Quickly appearing goosebumps danced on her skin then disappearing. She had tried to hide it, but it was apparent that there was the honest fear of lightning many had.
 
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