{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"16adc6c2-b749-4495-9f53-b3dfcc7dc92c","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2025-10-29T18:41:52.667Z","title":"Sweet Surrender","slug":"sweet-surrender","shortId":"ArBcCtZd","authorNote":"I create the videos I include in my stories. I have a very twisted mind.","disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"In a dystopian world filled with roving rape gangs and wandering mutants, a girl discovers that just surrendering to the inevitable brings endless sexual pleasure.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"5cdaede3-da4f-4150-b4ab-d793c0f14776","title":null,"summary":"No one knows how this mess got started because it spread so fast the news couldn't keep up. We all h","wordCount":1765,"readTime":9,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

No one knows how this mess got started because it spread so fast the news couldn't keep up. We all heard of people just disappearing and of people getting very sick as society broke down. Some folks said monsters took them and were the ones that made them sick.

And dang if it didn't all turn out to be true.

The world had gone dark.

I was lonesome with no family left alive, no brothers or sisters or even friends when this started. Just living every-girl-for-herself until I realized the safest way to survive was to give in to the lusts of the men in rape gangs for protection. As the slutty girls disappeared, girls like me took their place. We didn't know where the slutty girls went but we'd soon find out.

The mutants turned out to be real; huge and ugly and everywhere. Our men defended against them in packs and the mutants roamed alone and were powerful, dangerous, and hard to kill.

Existence became desperate survival and I became a survival whore; letting men use my pussy, ass, and mouth to stay in their graces. I did it to protect myself, not for pleasure. Pleasure for girls seemed to have disappeared since the change and letting men rut me became a day in and day out blur of soulless sex.

Us girls could let the men cum inside us without worry because whatever had caused this had left them all sterile, all our men were shooting blanks. But our mens' sexual imaginations were overactive as though they were trying to prove themselves; I was tied and raped; held down and raped; had my throat raped; my ass raped; sometimes by more than one man at a time. And through the endless blur I pretended it all felt so good, even though I hadn't had an orgasm for ages. None of us girls had.

But then Taylor joined us, another girl folded into our group who sexed me up when the men were out hunting. Taylor knew what she was doing, finding that special spot in my pussy and made me cum toe-curling hard and taught me how to make her cum too. Taylor's fingers became the only thing I lived for.

We played together whenever we could finding pleasure in each other, and the day Taylor disappeared broke my heart.

I listened to the men talking after that when they thought I was asleep because I suspected that one of them snuffed her. But if one of them did, he never admitted it.

I was alone with only memories of pleasure at Taylor's talented fingers.

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Rumours persisted that pregnant women had been spotted in the wild. There was also talk of an infection; a disease thought to spread through contact with the mutants. A disease that gave you skin boils and stomach worms. We found runny puddles of slime crawling with long, thin black worms so we believed the rumours. We burned the worms as we went, thinking we could slow the spread of the disease.

Little did we know the worms had their own secret survival method and purpose.

It was while the gang I was with left me behind in an old industrial area as they searched for food that I saw my first pregnant girl. She was infected; boils on her face, lying alone half hidden in a shed. She was massaging her small pregnant pot belly, and moaning sensually. She was naked except for the remnant of an old t-shirt.

\"Hello?\" I hissed to her, but suddenly she started gasping and humping her hips as she shuddered. She was cumming just by rubbing her plump little belly. I was envious.

When she was done her orgasm and went back to massaging her belly, I tried again;

\"Hello?\" and this time she heard me, turning her head to look at me.

It was Taylor, my sweet Taylor, infected now and pregnant.

\"Hello yourself.\" she said in a gurgley but still feminine voice, boils on her forehead and cheeks.

\"You're pregnant.\"

\"Yes.\"

\"And you just had an orgasm just by rubbing it.\"

\"Oh yes. And I'll have many more before I sleep.\" she said, \"And I dream of orgasms when I sleep, so I think I just keep cumming. Being pregnant is orgasmic bliss.\"

\"How? The men are sterile and none of us get pregnant.\"

\"Because you're surrendering to the wrong side.\" she said, then gurgled and swallowed before going on; \"I was just like you until I let myself be infected.\"

\"How were you infected?\"

\"From someone like me.\"

\"Who made you pregnant?\"

\"A mutie.\" she smiled, \"They're not sterile, they need babies, and they fuck like beasts.\"

\"You birth mutants?\"

\"Four so far.\" she said and I wondered at that; it had been less than a year so how could she have birthed four babies?

\"I know what you're thinking.\" she said, \"Just two months growing in our bellies and when muties are born they are self sufficient. Us infected girls just pop them out and go find another mutie to knock us up again.\"

\"Just like that.\"

\"Yeah. Just like that. We're a sisterhood now. A broodmare sisterhood and we're all happy.\" she said and dry-heaved softly, swallowing again, \"You've lived the life, you know it's never going to get better.\"

\"No. It won't.\"

\"Unless you surrender.\"

\"To what?\"

\"The sisterhood. Just give yourself to a mutie, get pregnant and start having orgasms again. But you have to go with someone like me.\"

\"Why?\" I asked as she heaved again, her body curling as she rolled on her side and sicked-up something black into her hand, then looked up and smiled at me.

\"Because I have to infect you as you mate.\" she said, \"With these.\"

I looked at what she'd sicked-up; a clot of writhing, slimy black worms in the palm of her hand.

Living amongst the male gangs was a pleasureless misery and my only other choice was to surrender to the mutants and become like Taylor; disfigured by infection but in a constant state of orgasmic arousal. It was either that or suicide. Life with men I decided wasn't life at all.

So I chose Taylor's sisterhood and the muties.

She led me into the subbasement of an old factory, having to pause every few minutes as an orgasm cramped her belly; her knees wobbling, her pussy dripping, her little pregnant pot clenching tight.

She took me into a room and stripped me bare. Then standing face to face, her round red boils repulsive on her forehead and cheeks, she held me close.

\"Kiss me. Like we used to.\" Taylor said as she covered my mouth with hers. I wanted her and I wanted orgasms again, so I opened my mouth as she started moving her body, her belly curling, her gullet working as she retched. Her mouth tasted sweet, not what I expected. In seconds I felt them; she was regurgitating worms into my mouth.

\"... swallow ...\" she gurgled.

So I did. They didn't seem to hurt Taylor and she obviously had a belly full of them.

The wriggling worms gagged me as they slithered down my gullet, but as they found my stomach it growled happily and a warmth spread across my belly and down to my crotch. I was instantly aroused.

Very aroused.

I didn't hear the mutie enter the room behind me and only knew he was there when I felt his hands grip my forearms to hold me. Then his thick, slippery cock pushed up inside my pussy and pressed firm against my cervix, stretching me deep. It felt good; for the first time in forever being fucked felt good. His cock had a thick knob on the end and the shaft was ridged, making my clit and special spot throb with pleasure.

I pushed back against him and he fucked me like a flesh machine while I kept swallowing Taylor's worms, greedily now, gagging them down. Every few thrusts my pelvis would curl involuntarily as an orgasm gripped my belly, and when he started gushing his cum inside me I came harder, feeling my pussy and uterus bloat plump with it, grooling it down my inner thighs. But he wasn't done. He kept fucking me; a long, deep glorious fuck, his fat cock pistoning inside me and making my legs weak.

It felt like I swallowed worms and had my belly filled with cum for hours, and I lost count of my orgasms at twenty and soon after passed out.

I got pregnant my first time.

I awoke laying alone on the cool floor, cum still oozing from me. I slipped four fingers inside my loose, sopping pussy, loving my fresh gape, knowing that only mutant cock would deliver pleasure to it and that I was done with men forever. I knew I was pregnant because I could feel it growing in me, and my tits were sweetly aching and swollen.

And I was horny.

Oh god was I horny.

I put on my boots and top and left the subbasement, still dripping cum and started fucking muties right away and I haven't stopped since. I don't have to eat food anymore, we mutie broodmares live on mutie cum and something the worms have done to our digestive system.

I was with her when Taylor birthed her little one and like she said, it stood up and stumbled away a full fledged miniature mutant. Taylor went off to breed again, still gaped from birthing it, and I learned why she massaged her belly to make herself cum; moving my own mutie baby inside me makes him squirm and stretch and kicks off my own delicious orgasms.

I'm safe now to wander this dark world because no man will come near a mutie or an infected girl. My boils have only started blossoming on my face and I fuck muties all day every day and cum sweet and long as my belly grows tight with my first mutie baby. Sometimes I sick-up worms when I'm being fucked, but even that feels like a tight orgasm in the pit of my stomach. Muties are such solid sex machines, fucking deep and firm with their slippery ridged fat cocks, bloating me with their luxurious cum. I even let them throat fuck me and orgasm with each retching heave while they do it. I'm still a survival whore, but now I'm a happy one.

I keep my eye out for fresh girls who've escaped or been abandoned by a rape gang. Every time my stomach squirms and I regurgitate some of the worms that grow in my belly, I dream of finding a willing girl so I can kiss her long and infect her with worms while a mutie fucks a baby into her.

Like Taylor, I want to give this gift to the next girl who joins this sisterhood.

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