“Aaahhhh!” Mack yelled as his stomach writhed painfully. His legs refused to work when he tried to scramble backward, as though that would somehow get him away from the pain. As he watched something pushed hard against the front of his stomach, causing it to bulge outward obscenely. Then there was a sharp pain deeper inside, where he thought his bladder was, as something else kicked downward.

A stinging sensation across the face silenced him. Tears streamed down his face as he bit back another cry. It would only earn him another slap.

“Just another minute!” Kim said excitedly, leaning over his belly and talking sweetly to the writhing form within. She’d been happily talking to the baby-thing growing in Mack’s belly for the past several days; it had grown incredibly fast, just as Kim had told him it would. Most of his time in Segesta was already being barricaded away in his memory, painful, foul memories that his mind protected him from by hiding them.

But the knowledge that he was an incubator for a baby that was the product of his rape by a woman with a penis much larger than his own would never leave him. No amount of therapy would -

Mack bit down on his arm to avoid crying out again another woman walked into the room. She was wearing a toga just like Kim, except where Kim’s had five golden stars somehow floating above each shoulder hers had three blue stripes that wound together in the style of a caduceus. Mack had no idea how their clothing casually made those holographic rank-images, and he was past the point of caring. The only silver lining in today’s nightmare, merely the most recent horror he’d been subjected to, was the sight of the doctor.

He had no doubt what was about to happen would be painful, and the new woman, who had her head closely shaven and wore a cruel grin, had already several times gleefully broken his fingers before she fixed them. As a doctor she had incredible skills and insane technology; all with absolutely no morals holding her back where men were concerned. This would not be easy. But no matter how bad it was, at least he’d have this thing out of his stomach.  

Until she rapes me again, Mack thought as Kim smiled at the doctor who was now holding a horrifying large speculum. Kim had made it clear to him that there was no rest for the weary, and he knew that their advanced technology would have him back to his regular pre-rape hole size by the end of the day. It had been that way after every violent rape; Kim simply smeared a cream on his abused rear and later that day it was like she’d never forced herself into him until he passed out.

Then the woman pressed several buttons on a device hanging from her toga. Suddenly the exam table he was on jerked backward, causing him to cry out in pain as something cold and metallic grabbed his ankles while the thing in his stomach began moving rapidly. His legs were roughly spread and he was tilted backward until his head was below his hips. The blood rushed to his head as something that sounded horrifyingly like a saw was turned on.

“Here we go!” Kim said excitedly as the world grew dark.

The next few minutes were a blur for Mack as his body struggled to remain conscious. There were shots of pain below his waist, screams that he realized were coming from him, cries of joy from an audience he hadn’t noticed enter the room. And then silence.

Before he drifted into blissful unconsciousness he heard the bizarre scream of a child; somehow too loud and purposeful for a newborn.

“Congratulations!” a distant voice said as a child’s laugh echoed through the rapidly darkening room.

***

Mack jerked awake, sitting up rapidly in bed, stifling a scream. Instantly his hands went to his stomach, which was no longer horrifyingly bulging but instead felt bizarrely empty; his hands felt folds of stretched skin instead, as though he’d lost fifty pounds in ten minutes. One of his abdominal muscles began to cramp and he rolled to his side on the massive white bed, stretching upward to relax the muscle before it became too painful.

It quickly became obvious to him that he was alone. Truly alone. Just himself in the massive luxurious prison of his room. No thing in his belly. No tall muscular redhead about to take him painfully from behind. As near as he could tell there wasn’t even a guard at the door; they usually stationed themselves so that they could see directly into the room, denying him even the illusion of privacy.

I gotta go! Mack thought desperately, still only half-awake from the traumatic event of giving birth. His legs worked well enough now that there was no moving mass compressing the nerves, and he threw himself from the bed. It was a struggle to stand upright and everything hurt but he was driven.

He stood on wobbly legs and took two shaking steps toward the door. Then Kim arrived.

The tall redhead towered over him and skipped toward him, a movement that would have been hypnotically sexy had she been a normal woman. Knowing she hid a nine-inch cock under her shapely toga only turned her smiling skip into foreshadowed terror.

“Good, you’re up!” she said excitedly with a smile that told him she knew exactly what he’d been thinking. Her red hair was done up in a fancy style that reminded him of a movie character, and he noticed her toga was even more adorned than usual. The white material was softer, ribbons wrapped around the left side and-.

“Oh!” Kim said with a giggle that didn’t fool him for a moment, “This is my dress uniform. Don’t worry about the ribbons, but this,” she slid a finger under the thick red belt at her midsection as her voice grew darker, “is what you should be more focused on.”

Mack couldn’t help himself and he leaned forward to see that the belt was actually white, it simply had so many small red tick-marks on it that it appeared red.

“One tick,” her voice said as she closed the distance between him and placed a massive hand on his shoulder, “For every man I’ve personally killed.”

Mack didn’t miss the fact that the bulge under her toga grew as she thought about killing men.

He should have felt more fear from that statement, but her hand on his shoulder was too distracting. Instead of guessing how many marks she had he focused on not falling over as she pushed him to turn in a circle, leaving him facing the bed. Mack shook and a single tear rolled down his cheek as Kim pushed him forward; the bed hit him above the knees and her unyielding strength bent him forward. Something massive settled between his cheeks and Kim kicked his feet to spread them apart.

“I’m so glad you finally gave me my first daughter!” Kim said as she situated herself behind Mack. He let out a strangled cry as the head of her cock settled on his newly tightened hole, “There’s gonna be a celebration,” she said as he let out a small scream while she pushed forward, “But we’ve got time first.”

“Oh!” she said, surprised and pausing as she was half buried in Mack’s tight hole. The redhead giggled.

“I almost forgot!”

Mack gasped as she yanked herself roughly out of his backside and walked away. His legs refused to work but Kim returned almost immediately, wrapping one forearm around his hips and yanking him upward onto the bed. Expertly she rolled him onto his back and despite his best efforts to resist, she forcefully pulled his right knee up to his ear.

“Remember this?” she said to him as his face grew red, holding up a large black egg.

“No!” he screamed as she laughed aloud. “No!”

Twenty minutes later Mack was face-down on the bed, his throat raw from screaming. Kim was already shrugging back into her toga as a maid entered the room holding a small box.

“Get him ready,” Kim said as she walked to the door, “And put a couple of stirrers in there, I want him pregnant as soon as possible.”

“Yes, General!” the smaller blonde girl stated as the general’s hand darted in and out of the box she was carrying. There was a faint scream that made the girl smile as one of the tinies was tossed into the General’s mouth, silenced as Kim’s lips closed and she started to chew.

“Okay, pet,” the girl said as she pulled on one of Mack’s legs, half dragging him off the bed. She may have been small, but every woman and futa-woman in Segesta was exceptional. “I’m gonna get you ready!”

Her cheerful voice was a sharp contrast to the screaming figure suddenly in her hand. Mack simply cried silently as he felt a squirming form be shoved into his colon. He knew the poor man would simply be stirring Kim’s seed as he fought and panicked, and if things progressed as quickly as the first time Kim would pronounce him pregnant later that day. If the little man was lucky, he’d suffocate to death before Kim mounted him again.

They usually weren’t lucky.

***

Two hours later Mack was kneeling on a pillow in front of Kim as a party raged all around him. Or so he heard; all he could see was the skin above the base of Kim’s cock. Over the past several weeks she’d trained him well. His body was repulsed by what she forced him to do, and his spirit hated every moment of it. But he knew his only real hope of survival and vengeance lay in keeping alive until rescue arrived.

Which better be fast! he thought as tears streamed down his face. The table was at the perfect height that there was no way he could pull his mouth off her cock. Exactly as designed. Occasionally he felt movement in his colon as the stirrer attempted escape, but the servant girl had applied the tightening cream immediately; there was no escape for the little man.

Mack kept himself from even thinking of the message he’d sent out several days ago. In a desperate moment he’d sent an email to an old friend, one of the few people who he knew would be able to help him. If he believed him. And if Kim didn’t make her move on the outer world first. It had been a desperate gamble that he hoped would pay off with his freedom.

“She’s so amazing!” one of the lieutenants said to Kim as Lara took her first steps across the table. The several hours old child was already walking; children grown from Kim’s incubators grew as insanely fast as they developed in their faux womb. Of course her hair was short and red; one thing Kim’s scientists hadn’t figured out was how to speed hair growth.

Kim laughed as her firstborn daughter stumbled across the table. The little redhead accidentally kicked open a bowl of inchers, and the girl snatched one up off the table.

“Oh!” Kim said as her daughter giggled ridiculously and dropped the screaming man into her mouth, “Her first kill!”

The rest of the women around the table cheered on the child as she giggled and chewed. Her teeth had only half arrived, but they were enough. Kim leaned forward and wiped her daughter’s face with a napkin as she felt Mack start to choke, her rod having slipped halfway into his throat with the movement.

“Well done honey!” she told the little girl who danced and clapped on the table. “You’re gonna be so strong!”

Just then a gong rang out from nearby, and Kim motioned to a servant who immediately picked up little Lara. The girl giggled as she was picked up and pulled on the servant’s hair.

“I’ll see you soon little one!” Kim said happily, knowing the servant would keep the girl occupied until the celebration was over. Probably longer; as proud as Kim was of her daughter she also knew that she didn’t have the time to train the girl in the ways of combat and domination. The General watched as her daughter was carried away, then turned to watch the feast arrive.

Her forces had been eagerly awaiting the birth of her first child for months, ever since they realized that their leader had abstained from her own pleasure to ensure their cause was better prepared. The sacrifice she made for them all had driven them all to greater heights in their training; Kim knew they were already capable of taking over the capital city. In a few more weeks, time enough for two more rounds of births and thousands of more warriors, they’d make their move.

This feast was for her. To celebrate her finally having a child. To celebrate the successes that they knew were coming. Kim recognized the need for a morale booster so close to them finally making their move.

Scores of servants appeared holding a shining silver plate in each hand, each with their own dome covers. One of the plates was placed on the center of the table, evenly spaced between the eleven members of the table who sat across from one another with Kim at the head. The other plate they carried was gently set in front of each of the diners.

Kim smiled, not knowing what lay under the dome but sure she’d be pleased. Under the table Mack’s head and mouth was slowing its bobbing, but she didn’t care. This night was young and there would be plenty of time for diversions. Every part of the celebration had been impressive so far and straightening out his poor effort later would just be another part of the fun.

Before the servants, all ‘normal’ women who had been specially selected for their near-matching appearance of pale faces and short black hair, could lift the domes and officially start the feast Kim stood. Her toga fell over her hard cock and Mack was suddenly left kneeling with his mouth stuck open, barely avoiding falling on his face and taking the chance to breath. All around him he could hear the other ten slaves sucking and gagging themselves; at first the size of their tables had seemed excessive, then he’d realized that all the high ranking futa-women had male slaves themselves when he’d been shoved under the first time.

A look around showed him the other men doing their duty with varying degrees of enthusiasm, and varying degrees of burns on their backs. Thus far Mack had avoided that type of punishment but only because Kim enjoyed hurting him in different ways.

Every officer at the table looked at Kim when she stood, and their polite conversations all died out as she tapped a silver spoon against the side of her wine glass.

“Everyone,” she started with a smile as she looked at her highest-ranking Lieutenants, “Thank you all for your support today, and not just today but all the days before! Today we celebrate both the birth of my first daughter-“ she paused for the polite clapping that brought, “but also our approaching revolution! By our latest assessments-“

Kim spoke for several minutes, keeping her speech as short as she could manage. There was a lot to get out there, not specifically for her Lieutenants, but more because she knew her speech would soon be committed to history. They may have been living in a faux-Roman city, but she knew at least three cameras were recording her every word.

There would be other speeches, but she never knew which one would be the most celebrated throughout the history she was creating.

“And with that, let’s eat!”

The general sat back down as her Lieutenants cheered, and all around Segesta fireworks began erupting. Most of the city, and every one of their linked cities, had listened to her speech as everyone was eagerly awaiting the day that they moved their growing armies from tiny hidden cities to the normal sized world. Soon they would be unleashed upon the country, which they would dominate and rule utterly.

But tonight they would feast!

The domes in the middle were lifted off first, revealing masses of inch-tall men entangled in a variety of side-dishes. Kim gasped as she saw steamed asparagus, topped on either end with impaled tiny men that were somehow still wiggling, side-salads with half-inch men half-baked into croutons, and thin biscuits that had tiny men baked straight into them.

“How-?” Kim started to ask as one of the servants leaned forward again to take the dome off of her own plate. The pain in every tiny men’s eyes was incredible, and the positions that they were stuck in were deliciously painful. Before this meal she’d eaten hundreds of tiny men, at a low estimate. But she’d never seen anything quite like this.

“Master-Chef Eileen has perfected her recipes, General,” the servant replied as she grasped the handle of the covering on Kim’s plate, “These tinies have been especially treated to withstand anything short of extreme head trauma and stomach acid. Enjoy!”

With that said she pulled the silver dome from the plate and Kim gasped as she saw what was lying underneath. Below the table Mack reluctantly put his mouth back on her cock, not knowing that just above him a thousand men were living a far worse nightmare.

On Kim’s plate was a man who had obviously been through an oven. Had he been standing he would have been a foot and a half tall, but he’d been forced into a tight kneeling position and bound with a thin strand of twine in multiple places. His skin had been basted with butter and herbs and was beautifully browned, his body-builder’s arms tied behind his back showcasing his biceps and triceps. Kim peeked with a giggle and saw that his backside had been stuffed with a single baby carrot while his mouth had been stuffed with a grape tomato.

Then he blinked and she realized his facial expression of agony wasn’t a leftover from his final moments.

“He’s still alive!” Kim said, stunned and delighted as the rest of the Lieutenants made that realization themselves. Suddenly there was a buzz of excited conversation as everyone marveled at the culinary masterpiece in front of them.

“My compliments to the chef!” Kim told the servant as she picked up her knife and fork.

Her dinner’s eyes flashed up at her in a mixture of terror, pain, and confusion. He tried to jerk away but his nerve endings had all been burned away, though he could feel the tines of the fork pierce into his bicep. That very morning he’d followed a woman to her car after an excellent workout and the rest of the day had been a nightmare. She’d felt his biceps, injected him with a clear liquid, and he’d awoken just as a giant woman was ramming seasonings up his ass and down his throat.

He screamed around the tiny tomato in his mouth as the knife descended. In the distance he made eye contact with another victim whose leg was currently being yanked off by a ravenous blonde, a silent scream on his face. All around similarly tortured men were being yanked apart; one brunette had simply leaned forward and bitten into another man’s leg.

Then he felt cold steel at his arm.

***

Once the feast was complete Kim stood again, and this time Mack couldn’t keep his balance when she suddenly moved.

“Gah!” he said as her mass was suddenly yanked from his mouth, and he hit the cold stone ground quickly. It didn’t hurt, compared to other more recent pains, but it was a painful surprise.

Exhausted, he watched Kim’s feet move into the distance, and someone kicked him lightly in the shoulder.

“Get up!” someone said to him, and he scrambled to his feet reflexively. The next kick would not be so gentle.

“Slaves!” another female voice said to his left, “To me!”

He shuffled along with the rest of his beaten-down male comrades, some with large bellies, some without. Some with pain and self-disgust on their faces, others with the resigned faces of someone waiting for their name to be called on death row. It wasn’t often that he got to mingle, and they weren’t allowed to talk, but it helped to be reminded he wasn’t alone.

Help is coming, he told himself silently as they followed the futa-woman who was clearly their handler for the moment. Together the group of men blindly stumbled along, following an ever-growing crowd of women, until he realized where they were going. The Colosseum. Mack’s hands shook until he realized they were being led away from the lower areas and toward the higher-up seats.

He may have hated everything that was happening, but he wasn’t stupid. Men who went into the bottom entrances of the Colosseum were part of the entertainment.

Then his aching feet were forced to climb the stone steps that he knew led to Kim’s private viewing area; at this point multiple servants arrived and began directing the slaves toward different boxes. Mack knew which was his destination, but he still waited for direction lest he be on the receiving end of another beating. When his name was called he followed the servant into Kim’s private box.

The area was largely unchanged, except for what he recognized as a bench for him to kneel over, which was situated behind a hole in the stone wall. There were attachments on the bench that matched those on the wall, and Mack realized he’d have a front row view of the carnage. Then the servant kicked him in the back of the knee, dropping him forward and pushing her own knee onto his back. As he cried out his chest hit the covered bench and before he realized what was happening leather straps were holding his body tightly in position.

He had no illusions about what was about to happen. It wasn’t the first time Kim had had him strapped down so tightly he couldn’t move. There was a sensation of movement behind him and he made sure to hold his head still as the servant slid the bench forward. Had he looked around his head would have struck the edges of the hole he was shoved through. A sound that reminded him of magnets turned on briefly and Mack knew even if he was able to move the bench was now held tightly against the wall at a perfectly convenient height for Kim, while his head and shoulders were technically inside the arena, perhaps twenty feet above the ground.

Quickly he looked about and saw the other slaves in the same position, though they had far less room around them than he had. Their owners didn’t have a private box, though they had a better view than the bench seats that were quickly filling around the rest of the building. The men all looked as though they were stuffed deer on a trophy hunter’s wall, aside from the movement and cries of pain. At least two were getting an unseen beating on their hidden backsides.

Mack looked straight ahead, knowing there was no way to avoid what was sure to be a horrific sight, preparing himself for the worst. Instead he saw what looked like an incredibly detailed model of a city. There were buildings, dozens of tiny stories high, in the center, and the metropolis spread out on the floor of the Colosseum exactly like a real city would have. There was nothing Mack could use for an accurate sense of scale, but he thought someone had gone through a lot of trouble to make several square miles of city.

Then he saw movement.

A car? he wondered as something massive and hot was laid out across his lower back. He stiffened in response; Mack knew what that object was.

“Officers!” Kim called out from behind him. He couldn’t have turned to see her over the stone wall he was pushed through, but from her voice he could guess exactly what she was doing. His position would let her rape him in front of everyone, while forcing him to watch the exhibition. Even right now she was standing perfectly behind him with her cock across his back in front of hundreds, if not thousands, of onlookers.

“Soldiers!” she called out, letting her cock slide down his back until he felt it pushing against his exposed anus. With some effort he kept himself from stiffening up; it wouldn’t slow her down and it would just hurt him more.

“Citizens!” she finished as she pushed her massive rod into him. Mack tried to separate the pain as his upper half was similarly separate from his lower half, but it was too much. He screamed in pain, and the crowd laughed in response. Through tears he could see the bleachers full of women and futa-women, all laughing at his pain, knowing exactly what he was experiencing.

“Tonight, we will receive a demonstration!” she cried out, her voice reaching the entire crowd as the other male slaves began crying out in pain as well, “Behold! What used to be Hintervale,” she indicated the city in the Colosseum as though it weren’t obvious, “A city of several hundred thousand! Tonight we feast, tonight we revel! And soon, we go to war!”

Then it was as though someone had turned a light switch. The entire Colosseum turned dark save for spotlights that illuminated the city. As Mack stifled cries he could see a rising fire from within the shrunken city; likely a car crash in the confusion. Above the city a screen descended and a live video was shown from the top of one of the skyscrapers; it looked like a reporter spinning in confused, terrified circles.

How did she-? he wondered, trying to distract himself from the pain of Kim’s movements.

Then two warriors stepped into the light on either side of the city. Amplified sounds from the town suddenly came through unseen speakers and Mack could hear sirens, screams, shouting. The two turned to Kim and saluted her, each wearing a tight red robe that was covered in weapons and objects Mack didn’t recognize. Then the women grinned maliciously and each pulled a sphere from their belt.

“Shit!” Mack cried out as they each tossed the spheres underhand at one of the taller buildings. Instantly the spheres ‘popped’ loudly and sprayed an orange liquid in every direction. In moments the building started to sag as the acid burned through its structure and the sound of screams intensified. The video from the reporter tilted sideways then fell as the building collapsed before it shifted to a security camera from another nearby business; this showed a running crowd sprinting through the tiny streets.

The woman on the left pulled another object from her belt and stepped forward, smashing several houses with her feet, as it lengthened into a spear. With almost no effort she flicked the spear-point through two more of the downtown buildings, causing them to explode in a shower of shrapnel and bodies.

Distantly Mack felt Kim speed up her thrusting. He knew this excited her.

The other warrior simply did a dramatic bow, skipped around the border of the town to what appeared a residential area, and repeated the bow. Before Mack could react she swirled on one foot like a dancer, then turned a somersault through the buildings, demolishing hundreds of homes and thousands of lives as she rolled lightly back to her feet.

The crowd cheered as she threw her hands overhead and bowed again, showing the chunks of buildings that had caught in the material of her robe. Kim clapped excitedly too; Mack felt her cock jumping inside of him.

Then her thrusting resumed, long full strokes that seemed designed to cause him as much pain as possible while drawing out the experience for her.

Mack gave up and began to cry as the two women began frolicking through Hintervale, annihilating the city as they played.

We’re fucked! he thought as tears rolled down his face, How could you fight a thing like that?

Behind him Kim continued using him like a stroker as the demonstration went on.

We’re gonna own the world in a month! she thought as she buried herself in her toy. I’m making such a great world for my daughters! Just gotta get this one pregnant again.

***

Bruce Elway stepped into the elevator, reading his email one more time. He took a deep breath and laughed to himself as the doors closed.

“Incredible,” he said aloud as he finished the message from Mack. There was no reason to disbelieve his old coworker, even though he’d rocketed up the corporate ladder to CEO in record time while Mack had gone back to school. And he hadn’t worked his way up that fast by playing it safe.

It was a little mind-blowing to him that Mack had chosen to send his message-in-a-bottle to him rather than literally anyone else, but perhaps Mack knew how interested Bruce would be in all of Kim’s technology. After all, shrinking and other bleeding-edge technology was Bruce’s wheelhouse. There was no way Bruce could turn down the chance to remove his biggest competitor and appropriate her technology at the same time.

The fact that he might be saving the country from a violent revolution was merely a backdrop.

“Behind the bookcase,” he said to himself as the elevator doors opened with a *ding!*

The secretary looked up as he exited the elevator, confusion flashing across her face, then recognition.

Before she could react Bruce drew and fired a small, custom pistol directly into her forehead. A nonlethal dart spread nanobots through her body almost instantly, and she collapsed forward in a heap.

Bruce smiled as he watched her body flop downward as the nanobots worked their magic. In minutes her entire body would seem to be made of jelly, and when she awoke she’d find herself completely immobile. He’d gotten the idea from an old superhero movie, and once he figured out how to undo the nanobot’s work he’d have created the perfect spy, able to slip through almost any hole due their sudden lack of bones.

But for now, he thought as he reloaded the pistol and walked toward the fogged glass doors leading to Kim’s office, I’ll settle for something more direct.