Last Fertile Woman On Earth Gets Ganged

The virus had hit fast and hard. No one knew how many it had took out exactly, but the world’s population was now much likely to be closer to seven thousand than it was seven billion.

I had left Washington and holed myself up in a remote cabin in the woods. When I had come back to what was left of civilisation, there were soldiers guarding a wall that had been built around the city, and they had instantly taken me into custody.

It turned out that females were now the most precious commodity in the world, because the virus had affected women worse than men. Also, women who had been infected and survived the virus ended up infertile. Scientists had run tests on me and it turned out that I was very special, because my ovaries were still in working order. As far as they knew, I was the last fertile women on earth.

However, there were some complications that I overheard the scientists talking about.

“It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before”, said the chief scientist to his assistant, “the virus must have done something to her. She can get pregnant, but in order to do so she’s going to need masses of semen pumped into her pussy, I mean, like a whole gallon’s worth.”

“Hmm”, mused the assistant. “I don’t think there’s that many guys in Washington left is there? What will we do?”

They took it to the president who was living in an underground bunker. He made a decision, a decision that I was then informed of as he broadcast on the radio.

‘To what is left of America, this is your president speaking. Be aware that we have a fertile female in Washington, and that she needs as much semen in her pussy as possible in order to get pregnant. So we need all males across the country to make their way here. She’ll be in Fedex Field, where the Redskins played football. She’ll be there, legs open, ready to take on all comers-so to speak. Be sure to bring a full set of balls with you. On top of sex you will also be rewarded with two dried meals and a bottle of water for your service.’

It appeared that I was not to get much say in this, I was to be used as a breeding machine whether I liked it or not.

The day arrived, and they had me in the middle of the stadium just as the president had said. I was on a mattress, naked, and collared and chained to a post just encase I thought about running.

There were soldiers surrounding me to keep order as a line of men were now filtering into the stadium, picking up their rations and water that was their reward for coming here. I counted about ten in the line so far. It would seem that the virus had truly been devastating, but ten was still a lot of loads to take in my pussy.

There was also a large sign above me, to make it entirely clear what the situation was.

‘The last fertile woman on earth. Dump a load in this slut and have her pussy full of so much cum that a man could drown in it.’

The men filed toward me, hungrily eyeing my nakedness, bulges already in their pants. These men were sex starved in this post-virus world, and now they were going to feed.