Quinn slipped into her bedroom, holding a stolen cucumber from the kitchen to her chest. The heavy weight of the thick vegetable nestled between her breasts. It was the largest and smoothest one she could find, it was about forty centimeters and wider than her wrist. She knew it would easily dwarf both Skein and Rober, but she couldn't stop thinking about shoving it into her cunt when her mother had her wash it.
She turned and eased the door shut, cringing as she pushed it past the squeak and latched it shut. Her breath came in rapid pants as she pushed the door one last time to make sure it was properly closed and then hurried to her bed.
Her pussy clenched at the thought of it. She fought back a moan as she settled into the bed, sitting in the middle of her blankets, and stroked the thick vegetable.
It had been four days since she had a cock inside her and the need to be filled peaked earlier that day. If she hadn't hid the cucumber under the sink, she knew she would have been humping the corner of her bed or trying to see if her fist would fit into her soaked holes. Clenching her nether muscles, she breathed in the scent of excitement that swirled around her.
Quinn ran her hands down the length of the cucumber. The thickness scared her, but at the same time, she wanted to feel it inside her. Somehow, she know it would fit in her tiny hole. Even if it didn't, the idea of it pressing against her entrance pushed her toward a tiny orgasm that shivered her body and brought a rush of juices dribbling out.
The surface of her cucumber was mostly smooth with a few sharp points and ridges. She didn't dare use water to clean it off, it made too much noise, so she rubbed it until the sharper points were smoothed off by her palm. As she did, she kept imagining it was Skein's or Rober's cock in her hand, the silky slickness of an erection sliding against her palm.
By the time she finished, she was soaked and desperate to have it inside her. Panting, she leaned back on her bed until her shoulders rested on the headboard and she had a view of her bare pussy glistening with juices, trim thighs spread out widely, and her toes digging into her blankets.
She held the cucumber with both hands and brought it down. It looked huge against her pussy; it almost looked wider than her thigh, but the sight of it hovering centimeters from her sex brought an intense rush and longing that it took all of her effort not to slam it home.
Trembling, she brought the huge, rounded tip of the cucumber to her slit. The pressure of something wide peeling apart her pussy sent a rush strumming through her body. She moaned and pushed hard, pushing a centimeter or so into her folds and tracing the length of her sex. The hardness and girth felt good and she spread her legs further.
Slowly, she brought the vegetable up and down, tracing it before thumping against her clitoris and then down to her sex. Whenever she increased the pressure against her opening, her lips strained to take it but there was no sharp pains or discomfort, just a longing for more.
Quinn bit her lip, arched her back, and pressed down. The thick cucumber eased into her labia, spreading her lips apart. The sensation of being peeled open was nothing compared to the pressure against her opening. It only took a little more force to start sliding it into her body, the slickness from her anticipation easily lubricating the thick girth.
A low moan, deeper than she had ever heard coming out of her before, escape her lips. She couldn't stop pushing the cucumber into her, enjoying every centimeter as the rounded head easily speared into her. Soon, her labia was tightly stretched around it but there was no sharp pains or agony, only pleasure. She pushed harder, her knuckles turning white, as she tried to force the thickest part past her entrance.
She was a few centimeters shy of her goal when she hit her limits. Her young pussy couldn't take anything more. It held her open and, no matter how much she squeezed, it refused to slid in or out of her body. It was huge, like a fist or pole jammed inside her, but it also brought waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. She dug her fingers into the green skin and shifted it slightly, shaking when it tugged at her insides.
“Fuck,” she whimpered. Holding the cucumber, she pulled it out a centimeter and slid it back in. The sensation of her body molding to every bump and ridge brought another orgasm and a surge of juices filled her but couldn't escape past the vegetable lodged into her cunt.
Quinn didn't care anymore. She pumped faster and harder, thumping against the limits of her body and the first waves of discomfort. Having the smooth head sliding in and out was enough for her, she could come if she just kept pumping.
A light scratch at the door stopped her in mid-stroke. With the cucumber buried in her cunt, held tight against the resistance where pleasure and discomfort warred, she stared at the door. Her heart pounding rapidly as she trembled, unsure if she just heard it.
“Honey?” It was her mother.
Her body clamped down on the cucumber. Quinn tried to yank it from her body, but both hers and the cucumber's juices caused her hand to slip.
Her mother scratched at the door. “Quinn.”
Trapped, Quinn yanked her blanket up over her body and slipped into bed. She tried to make her voice croak as she answered. “Yes, Mommy?”
“Can I come in?”
Her pussy spasmed but the thick cucumber remained lodged inside her.The pressure filling her and the hardness sent little waves of pleasure every time Quinn twitched, but she couldn't let her mother know about that she stole it, or that she was thinking about a hard cock instead of being the pristine virgin that her mother thought of Quinn. With a quiet whimper, she clamped her thighs together, fought back a tiny tremor of pleasure, and told her mother to come in.
There was no question Merci was a beautiful woman. Blonde hair, large breasts, and a narrow waist. She turned most of the men's and quite a few woman's heads when she walked past. Now, she wore a simple sleeping gown that somehow emphasized her curves.
Coming inside the room, Merci came and sat down on the bed next to Quinn. The movement shook the cucumber inside Quinn and the younger woman's toes curled as the vegetable swirled her insides. It seemed to sink further in her, if that was possible.
Appear to be unaware of the thick dildo between her daughter's legs, Merci rested a hand next to Quinn. “Honey, I just wanted to talk. About grounding you and… and why.”
Quinn fought back the moan. Her juices were soaking her thighs and it felt like they were boiling inside her pussy, trying to escape the thick cucumber plugging her. The threat of being caught by her mother only added to her pleasure, igniting the flames. It took all of her effort not to writhe or grab the cucumber. Instead, she forced herself to breathe as calmly as possible and not think about cocks.
Merci sighed. Despite her beauty, there was a sadness inside her. “When I heard that you were hanging around boys, I got scared. That is why I ground you. But your daddy said you were really good, got protection, and was being safe.”
At the thought of Skein and Rober fucking her from both ends, her pussy twinged twinge and the cucumber sank a millimeter deeper inside her. It stretched her wider, sending sharp bolts of pleasure. She nodded to mask her sharp inhalation. Under the blankets, she clutched at her mattress, digging her nails in deep as she tried to force it out of her cunt with no success.
“You… you need to be really careful around the boys. And… I won't want you too, but sooner or later, you're going to find the right guy and he's going to take you away from here.” Tears glistened in Merci's eyes. “But, there are places you can't go. There are some towns that have things that will hurt you, terrible things that want you.”
Flashes of teeth and fur washed over Quinn. She didn't know what the Barratt looked like, but the idea of some huge beast with an inhuman cock brought a disgustingly hot flash through her. She shivered at the sight of it and clamped down on the cucumber. It held in place, shifting slightly with her pulse.
Merci said nothing, which made it hard for Quinn to concentrate. After a minute, she spoke in a soft, pained voice. “That… creature said he would kill us if we left.”
Quinn froze, her entire body tensing up. The cucumber suddenly shifted, sliding into her body with a wet slurp. The sudden movement brought an orgasm tearing through the young woman as she felt her outer lips clamp down on the far side, pulling it deeper into her body.
With sickening slowness, the massive cucumber sank into her body, filling and stretching her in ways that no human could ever match. It was intense and inescapable, her body was bound by the fear of her mother catching her. There was nothing she could do as it sank deeper into her until almost the entire length was ensconced inside her pussy.
Quinn could feel every ridge and bump of the cucumber. Only a few centimeters stuck out of her pussy with the furthest end finally reaching the limits of her pussy. She was full, completely and utterly, and every squeeze of her innermost muscles sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
It took her a moment to realize her mother was still talking, but it was hard to listen through the orgasm ripping through her.
“… my daddy started hanging around to make sure we didn't go anywhere. I couldn't take you to the farm or even to pick flowers without someone there. It was horrible, because… because…” She sighed. “I like boys. Just not your daddy or Jed's daddy, but I liked them all.”
Merci ground her thighs together. Her nipples were hard as she stared out the window. “After your daddy left us and Pieter moved in, I thought I could finally stop fucking other guys. But, I couldn't. Not one man could every satisfy me for long. It felt so go….”
The idea of her mother being fucked sent another surge of humiliating pleasure. There wasn't anything wrong with Quinn, she just followed her mother's footsteps.
Merci chuckled but the smile faded quickly. “I'm… not really a good parent, honey, but it's okay to have sex and like it. I really… I really did. But, you have to be careful. This place seems safe, this city. There aren't any monsters here and you'll be safe. Safe from all those creatures and safe… safe from him.”
Quinn bit her lip, fighting the urge to shift her hips. The pressure felt good inside her, but the fear brimmed high, adding to the anticipation.
Merci sighed and stood up. “I'm sorry, I heard you walking around. I'm sure you're tired, but I just needed to talk… to say a few things.”
She walked over to the door and opened it. “You, I guess, don't have to be grounded anymore. Just be home before dark, make sure they treat you really well, and don't be afraid to say no.”
Quinn nodded sharply. She could feel sweat clinging to her brow and cleavage.
“Oh, and one more thing.” Her mother's voice took a sharp turn. “If you ever hear the word ‘Omelas,’ promise me you'll start running.”
Another nod that barely covered the intense orgasm that tore through her. Quinn wanted to scream as her body grew slick and wet at the forbidden word. Blurry images from her imagination rose up, of creatures that wanted to pound her pussy and mouth with hard cocks. Her inner muscles clamped down on the cucumber, driving it deeper until she could feel it pressing against her cervix and her outer lips were closing over the stem. It was intense, painful, and ecstatic. She couldn't focus on her mother as she nodded again, hoping to convince her mother to leave.
“No, I'm serious, Quinn. Promise me now, if you hear anyone say ‘Omelas,’ you run. Don't stop just run, we'll find you. Please? I can't lose you.” There was an intensity in her voice that scared Quinn.
“I promise!” Quinn clamped a hand over her mouth when she realized how much of a moan came out. Trembling, she slumped back. “S-Sorry, Mommy.”
Merci smiled. “My sweet girl.”
A sweet girl with a huge cucumber stuffed in her cunt. The thought made Quinn smile before another ripple of pleasure filled her.
Merci closed the door and headed back to her room.
Quinn slumped down, fighting the intense wave of humiliation that slammed into her. There was no way her mother could have missed her orgasms, but somehow she did. No doubt from the fear of the Omelas.
For a moment, Quinn wanted to call back her mother and tell her about the old lady. But, the idea of some creature wanting to fuck her sent another way of intense pleasure coursing through her veins. Instead, she dug into her pussy and pulled on the cucumber, enjoying every centimeter that slipped out of her aching cunt.
Just as the widest part started down her passage, she stopped. Images of vague monsters rose in her heads, a hordes of nothing more than cocks and arms. But the intensity of the image drove her to shove the cucumber back in, slamming it open with a squelch of juices that soaked her bed.
She dug her fingernails into the cucumber for a tighter grip and pounded her pussy, pumping as hard as she could. The cucumber slammed against her cervix, a lump in the back, but the discomfort blended with the pleasure of being pulled open by the thick intruder. She loved the feeling of fullness, but it was nothing compared to the intensity of being pumped in and out, the emptying and filling, the grinding and friction against her soaked inner walls.
Soon, one orgasm blended into another. Pleasure wracked her body, pumping through her veins like lava, as she bit down on her pillow to avoid calling out. Her arms flexed and pulled as she pretended it was some imaginary beast that fucked her instead of a now hot and slick vegetable.
Quinn moaned. Her passions pushed her to plant her feet against the mattress and raise her hips, balancing on her shoulders as she slammed the cucumber into her cunt. Every thrust sent more bolts of pleasure but the constant waves of orgasms couldn't satisfying her. They only left her wanting more, craving it.
It was her muscles that gave out first. She slumped to the bed, cucumber still buried in her pussy. She panted and tried to push herself up, but she was soaked in sweat and weak. Her body trembled with the pleasure that tore into her and she could only lay there, twitching as the afterglows slowly faded.
She panted as she stared at the ceiling. She still wanted more, even after fucking herself with a huge vegetable. Rober's words drifted through her mind. She was made for it. Her body had been changed to sate some beast, some mystical creature. Being able to take something so large fit into place, cementing the idea that there was no way she could escape her fate.
Quinn smiled as a small tremor coursed through her. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sweat dripping off her naked breasts and along her belly. The smell of pussy had flooded the room, swamping her with excitement. All from the idea of some massive creature fucking her.
She eased the cucumber out of her pussy, groaning from the raw nerves and abused muscles. The feeling of being empty filled her, but the afterglow of her orgasms helped. She let it drop from her fingers and it thumped against the mattress.
Moving slowly, she curled up around the cucumber and rested her head on her arm. Her mind drifted as she relaxed in the cool air of her bedroom. It prickled her skin and she chased the afterglow into unconsciousness.
Her last thought was of the monster. In her mind, it was some hairy beast with a huge cock that would constantly fuck her, pounding her pussy until she was writhing in endless orgasms. Her pussy clenched at the thought, a wet squelching filled the room.
Quinn wasn't going to tell her mother about being an Omelas. Part of her, the one that clung to pleasure, wanted to finally meet it. To feel an inhuman cock fucking her as she was made to be fucked. To be used, taken, and pounded to an inch of her life.
It was a risk, but it was one she knew she already craved. Skein and Rober were wonderful lovers, but they weren't her monster. They weren't the imaginary beast in her head that only brought her pleasure and ecstasy.