hoped inside the small mall held some much needed answers.
“Almost to Harpers Mall entrance, George. None of this makes a lick of sense. Haven’t seen or heard a damn thing since arriving.” He mopped his forehead with the sleeve of his uniform, mic still firm in hand. “Wait, I can see movement inside and….Oh Fuck…..ahhhhhhh.”
The glass doors shattered and the sharp shards punctured Sheriff Alden’s face and torso. His scream ended when the claws of the horror before him punched through his neck. His head bobbed to the side and the mic fell from his dead hand to hang at his side as the creature carried him inside.
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The inside of the mall bustled with the scurrying movement of the nest. The Queen sat high on the second story on a throne of dirt and twisted steel. The mall, now hers, served as her lair and the breeding ground for her army. The men, cocooned to the ground with hard cocks raised to service the females, moaned in ecstasy as their rigid members dripped their cum in ample supply.
Martin approached, carrying the sheriff’s lifeless bulk and she beckoned him forward.
“What is it Martin?” she asked, reaching down and running her clawed fingertips from his balls to the leaking tip of his crown.
“Exactly what you wanted my Queen,” he answered, shutting his eyes and enjoying her touch.
The mic on the dead man came to life. “Sheriff Alden, you there? Sheriff Alden? Fuck , I’m sending back up sir.”
Alexis shot her tongue out like a razor edged whip and severed the coiled line, silencing the radio.
“Come, Martin,” Alexis said, guiding his stiff cock toward her open slit, “We must have more young to greet our impending company. The world is ours now Martin, and no longer will our kind be repressed by men. A new order has arrived. Now fuck me, Martin. Breed me so I may cleanse this world.”
Alexis laughed as Martin’s cock entered her, certain in her victory. In time all women would be bonded and all men their breeding slaves. The world would be perfect.
The End
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