H-space MGB: Sex-Spawn Pit

They dropped SPC Stewart Peter Bate into the pit with Brown, Gomez and Schultz.

They were demons. Not aliens, not exotic fauna, not HSIOs, not hindigs… demons. Those idiot scientists hadn’t opened a gate to a parallel dimension, they’d opened a gate to goddamned hell. Bate was convinced of it. Just look at them. The women had red skin, horns, tails, and black bat wings. The men, if they could be called that, were muscular brutes with the heads of horned goats or worse.

Despite them looking more human, Bate was more repulsed by the female ones. They had a way of touching you that caused sin to burrow under the skin and bubble back up as unwholesome thoughts.

Demons. Like out of the sermons of Pastor Jones back home.

The demons had captured them when FOB Helmuth had fallen. Bate didn’t remember much about it. There had been some kind of weird pink fog. He’d fallen asleep and while he was sleeping he’d had the hottest dream he’d ever experienced. It had been shameless—him, the entire Dallas Cowboys cheerleading squad. Just thinking about it triggered a guilty throb in his junk.

On waking he’d found himself in chains and in the hands of these demons. Along with the other captives, he’d been taken to a forsaken and unholy city in the middle of a desolate range of hills. During the journey Bate had wondered if that pink fog had really been poison gas and now he was dead and in Hell. He’d tried to live a good life, but he knew he’d made mistakes.

The soldiers looked at each other uneasily. All four had been stripped naked by their captors before being thrown into the pit.

“They expect us to fight?” Brown said.

The pit was sunk into the floor, about ten feet deep. The walls and floor were pinkish-brown and reminded Bate uncomfortably of flesh. The hellish denizens standing and sitting around the pit were in raucous good spirits. Bate saw something that could have been a clock. On the wall below it was a large board with parallel lines drawn across it. Strange symbols were chalked on the board that made Bate’s eyes water just looking at them.

The pit and the way the demons were gathered around it like an audience reminded Bate of a sleazy show he’d seen at a biker dive out in San Leon. They’d taken some kind of inflatable—like a kids’ paddling pool but deeper—and poured in a thick layer of watery slurry. Naked chicks had wrestled in it while the audience whooped and hollered. The walls of this pit had a similar padded look and the floor beneath their feet was as spongy and bouncy as if they were standing on an inflatable.

Kinda…

The surfaces didn’t look or feel like rubber. To Bate they looked more like flesh, and every so often a little shudder would go through the walls and floor. Like the pit was alive in some way.

The men glanced at each other warily while the demons watched in raucous anticipation.

What were they expected to do? Bate thought. Wrestle? Fight? …to the death?

A bell rang and the watching demons roared with excitement. The pit the four men were standing in trembled. They watched as one of the corners bulged outwards into the pit. A split appeared at the apex of the bulge and resembled some kind of fleshy orifice. Brown slurry oozed from the rupture as something resembling a dark brown blob pushed through from the other side. The pit wall flexed and strained as if it was a living thing, although Bate couldn’t tell whether the thing was giving birth or taking a shit.

Giving birth, maybe, he decided as the wall pushed out a large human-sized sac. The membrane surrounding it was glossy with lubricating oils. The sac slithered to the floor and ruptured, spilling out more fluids onto the already-slippery pit floor. A humanoid figure—a young woman—struggled free of the membrane. She was naked, hairless, and covered in slime.

She looked human. More human than the horrors looking down on them anyway. Another captive? Had she been transported here in ways too foul to dwell upon?

Schultz thought so. He saw a woman on the floor—shocked and catatonic—and his protective instincts kicked in.

“Are you okay, miss?” he asked as he held out a hand to her.

“Wait,” Brown warned.

With good reason. The girl lifted her head to reveal weird black eyes that were definitely not human. She sprang at Schultz and wrapped her legs around his waist before her weight sent both toppling to the floor.

Bate watched it unfurl like he was watching a scene in a horror movie. There was that same feeling of helplessness. He knew the monster was going to pounce on its victim and he couldn’t get there in time to stop it.

Of course, had this been a horror movie the demon girl would have torn out Schultz’s throat with her fangs. This being H-space, what followed was weirder than that.

The girl started fucking Schultz. She lay on top of him and the round swell of her ass pumped up and down like she was a porno bunny. Schultz resisted at first, and then he seemed to like what she was doing as he joined in until the two of them were writhing and grunting on the soft floor like a pair of porno bunnies. The curvy little demon girl seemed indefatigable. She kept bouncing up and down on top of him, cheered on by the demons looking down at them.

A sex show? Bate thought. Was that all they wanted—humans for their live sex show?

No, it wasn’t.

A gasp and a trembling of his ankles indicated Schultz had got a nut off. Then the other soldiers noticed something weird seemed to be happening where Schultz’s naked flesh met the floor of the pit. At first it looked like the surface was stuck to him, then as if his skin was merging with it. Schultz sank into the floor and seemed to spread out as the pit absorbed him. The demon woman went with him, the round curves of her ass still bouncing up and down all the way.

A great cheer went up amongst the demons as Schultz was absorbed. It was followed by furious haggling over who would be next.

The remaining three soldiers looked at each other. Gomez hopped awkwardly from foot to foot as if he was terrified the floor might swallow him up at any moment.

They barely had a chance to ponder the awfulness of what had just happened before another shudder ran through the pit and a bulge appeared at the opposite corner. The skin split and another slime-covered demon girl was squeezed out into the pit. Like the other one she was lithe and curvaceous—a body most men would have described as sexy.

Brown snapped her neck.

The demon girl gave a disappointed sigh as she fell. Her body sank into and was absorbed by the floor of the pit.

The three men glanced at each other. They knew what they had to do. They stood back to back in the center of the pit as another bulge formed on the pit wall.

Brown snapped her neck too.

And the one that followed.

After that the wall bulged in two places at once and two naked humanoid girls entered the pit. Bate handled the second one. Physically it was easy—the demon spawn were weaker even than the vulnerable naked girls they resembled. Mentally…

It felt wrong. Bate looked down at the lovely body crumpled up at his feet and felt sick inside. Such a waste.

The demon girls didn’t seem to care. They didn’t even cry out when they were killed. As more entered the pit they stepped over their fallen sisters without so much as a second glance in their rush to hug, kiss, make love to the men currently killing them. They seemed more like manikins made out of flesh.

This was so fucked up, Bate thought.

The walls churned in constant motion as more slits opened up and disgorged fresh naked women into the pit. The men punched and kicked as they tried to keep the over-amorous women away from them.

“How many of these muthafucking things are there?” Brown said. He sent one cartwheeling to the side of the pit with a roundhouse punch to her face.

Bate watched as another of the manikin-women was absorbed into the floor of the pit. He had the horrible feeling the pit was merely recycling them to send wave after wave at the trapped men.

They got Gomez first. He lost his balance on the shifting floor and two of the girls got their arms around him and pinned him back against one of the fleshy walls. A third bent over and shoved her ass into Gomez’s crotch.

Bate’s attention was diverted by having to fend off the attentions of three more of the flesh-manikin women. When he looked back he saw Gomez helplessly in the grip of the three women. The two pinning him to the wall kissed him on his cheeks and probed his ear with their tongues. The third, having got Gomez’s cock inside her, rocked back and forth into him. She waggled her hips in an attempt to get him off.

It didn’t take long.

Gomez let out a gasp as he came inside her. Then the wall behind him softened and he was drawn into it.

That left two.

Bate drove his elbow into the face of one of the girls and felt her cheekbone give way beneath the impact. Letting his martial arts training guide him, he grabbed her arm, broke it, and then sent her to the floor with a sweep of his leg. The girl didn’t cry out once. She kept looking up at him with adoring eyes even with her right arm flopping uselessly with an additional joint broken into it.

Would you like me to bake those cookies you like, honey?

He saw the similarity in her face to his girlfriend waiting for him back home and something broke in his heart.

He couldn’t do this.

He’d been trained to kill, but it was to kill other fighting men, not soft women who were only trying to embrace and kiss him.

Fuck it. Bate held up his arms and let them swarm him. He felt soft bodies press up against him and lascivious hands roam all over his naked flesh. He didn’t resist as they took him down to the soft floor. Two of them lay on his arms and legs and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. Another straddled him and impaled herself on his erection. He felt her tightness wrapped all around his cock and then the pleasurable friction as she started to rise up and down. Panting huskily, she bounced up and down on him and the soft surface they were lying on bounced with them like an inflatable mattress.

It wasn’t just her either. One of her friends stood astride his head and sat down, smothering his face between her luscious butt cheeks. The last he saw before she buried him in pussy and ass was Brown bellowing as he tried to stay upright with at least four of the flesh-manikin girls clinging to his body.

Just give up, Bate thought.

This had to be better than the sickening crunches he felt when busting up their soft, lovely bodies. It felt a damn site better. The little porno bunny bouncing on his cock was so tight inside it took next to no time for her to get him off. His body bucked and he gasped into the other girl’s smothering pussy as he felt his cum well up inside his cock and burst out inside her like oil from a strike.

That felt a fuckton better. The post-orgasmic glow was so relaxing it felt like he was melting into a blissful puddle. Buried beneath soft nubile flesh he was drawn down to where it was warm, soft, and extremely comfortable.

 

PROFILE

Name: Sex-Spawn Pit

Type: I have no idea what this is, or even if it’s an organism in any way we recognise the term.

Habitat: Primarily HSIO urban centres, although some wild ones have been encountered underground.

Description:  A pit with flesh-covered walls about eight to ten feet deep. Thick fibrous growths extend from the edge of the pit and connect to bulbous pod-like chambers partially buried in the ground. The chambers are used to gestate and grow the sex spawn. The spawn are not really offspring and instead function more like flesh manikins. They are short-lived and resemble hairless human beings. The sex-spawn pit appears to have some kind of mild telepathic or empathic ability to sense what individuals in its vicinity find sexually appealing and produces sex-spawn with bodies that cater to these desires.

Attack Strategy:  Anyone unfortunate enough to fall into a sex-spawn pit will be absorbed into the fleshy walls. Bizarrely, this is a complex process that requires to the prey to be sexually aroused to the point of orgasm before the pit can absorb them. In order to achieve this, the pit excretes its flesh manikins into the pit to copulate with the person or persons trapped within it. The pit will continue to spawn manikins and send them into the pit until the captured men or women are overwhelmed and stimulated to orgasm. At which point they are absorbed into the walls or floor and lost.

The higher HSIOs seem to enjoy throwing captives into these pits as a form of entertainment (our men should by now by fully aware of the futility of surrendering to the more intelligent HSIOs—these are alien organisms with a set of values completely at odds with our own).

Sex-spawn pits occurring in the wild will attempt to use their flesh manikins to lure or physically force passer-by’s into the pit. The flesh manikins themselves are weak and degrade quickly over time and distance from the pit that spawned them.

Countermeasures:  The sex-spawn pit is harmless unless fallen into. Once inside, the slippery, undulating flesh walls make it very difficult to climb out of and the constant waves of amorous flesh manikins will eventually wear a person down and force them into sexual intercourse.

When under attack the pit will close and retract the gestation pods underground. The pits are relatively easy to render harmless, but much more difficult to eradicate completely. Pits reported as destroyed have been known to fully grow back after a week or two.

Threat Level:  Low.

Of more concern is how they came to exist, especially with their bizarre feeding cycle. Are these organisms, or more akin to biological machines custom-created by the HSIOs to dispose of their enemies in ways the HSIOs find entertaining?

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