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She Hulk

and the

Breeding Pits of Grodon

Chapter 1  Abducted

Rogon stretched his face in what passed for a smile among the Grodons, exposing his two huge fighting teeth each one a full eight inches long.  Each tooth was serrated, the better to inflict damage on an enemy.  He could not help feeling a deep sense of pleasure.  The operation had gone off without a hitch.  He doubted very much that anyone on earth even realized that he and his crew had been there. 

 

He swung down the gleaming metal corridor.  In a few minutes he would see the object of his pleasure.  Patience had paid off.  His men had managed to strike against their isolated victim without being detected, catching her completely off guard in the process.  He stopped outside the detention cell door.  The two guards saluted, raising their proton rifles to their shoulders and clicking their metal shod heels together.

 

“Is the specimen conscious?” he asked on of the guards. 

 

“Not yet, High Lord,” the guard replied apologetically.  “She still sleeps.  We had to use quite a bit of force to subdue her.”

 

“That is as it should be,” Rogon answered.  “She would hardly be worth capturing if she did not put up some sort of fight.  Open the door.”

 

At the touch of a button the force field disappeared.  Inside the cell Sidron waited, the slightly built scientist was studying a complex series of data displayed on multiple computer screens.  “Well?” Rogon asked.

 

“Do not worry, High Lord,” Sidron answered.  “She is resting comfortably.  She fought well and she had to be stunned many times before she succumbed and was taken prisoner.  In a day or so she should be ready for modification and breeding.”  He pushed a button on a console next to him and a metal shutter slid back revealing a large compartment, and inside the long sought after specimen.

 

“Magnificent,” Rogon muttered.  She was almost as tall as one of his soldiers, and superbly muscled.  “How many warriors did she injure?” he asked. 

 

“Seven I think.  Not counting those with minor bruises and scrapes.  She will make fine breeding stock.  She should be ready for insemination shortly.”

 

“Excellent,” Rogon grinned again.  “I can hardly wait.”

 

 

Jennifer Walters moaned.  She had just experienced the strangest dream.  She had left the city for some time alone.  Every now and then, the continuous stares and muttered comments that followed her everywhere became overwhelmingly oppressive and she just had to get away from it all.  So she had taken a drive in the country and gone for a walk.  It was her favourite place.  Few normal humans could follow her there as just reaching the secluded canyon required a strenuous two hour hike and then an almost vertical climb and an equally steep descent to the canyon floor.  Strenuous for normal humans.  But she was not normal.  Standing six-feet-seven-inches tall and weighing 650 pounds she was unique on the face of the planet.  She reached the canyon without much effort, taking only fifteen minutes to arrive at her destination.  There she found what the city could not provide.  Privacy and a little piece of mind.

 

She wandered by the quiet reflecting pool, enjoying the sweet song of the birds and the leaping of the squirrels.  Stopping at the edge of the water she picked up a stone and skipped it across the pool and then stood to admire her reflection.

 

She certainly wasn’t ugly.  Actually if it had not been for her green skin she would have been considered quite attractive.  Not that there was anything wrong with being green; it was just different that was all.  Her face was actually very pretty with high cheekbones, brilliant emerald eyes, a straight nose and white teeth.  Her shoulder length hair was a very deep shade of green, almost black in fact and her body was well portioned and quite womanly.  If her skin had been a different colour, and she had been a little shorter she would have been considered stunningly beautiful.  Her large rounded breasts, narrow waist, flaring hips, and long powerful legs, would have fit well into any beauty contest.    But she was cursed by that skin colour and unnatural height.  Rather than attracting attention for her beauty she was regarded as a freak.  She sighed.  One day she hoped to find a man whose bones wouldn’t break whenever she gave him a gentle hug; and who would not regard her as a candidate for the circus.

 

She looked up.  A cloud had darkened the sun.  Except that it wasn’t a cloud.  It was some sort of aircraft, but one such as she had never seen before.  It hovered directly above her in complete silence, more like a balloon that an aircraft, except for its gleaming shape.  Just as she wondered what it was she got her answer.  A large door at the back of the craft opened and a score of strange armoured being dropped toward her.

 

She saw at once that they were not human.  They were huge.  In their armored suits they stood over eight feet tall and were broad shouldered.  Each of them carried a tubular device that she supposed was some sort of weapon.  Even as they dropped toward her several of them turned the tubes toward her and activated them. 

 

The strange orange light that emanated from the tubes might or might not have been deadly.  She didn’t wait to find out.  Accelerating to top speed almost instantly and darting along the canyon floor with amazing agility, Jennifer dodged among the orange rays avoiding contact.  And then with a prodigious leap, she bounded thirty feet into the air, crashing into one of the armoured figures. 

 

A single blow of one of her steel-hard fists sent the metal-clad alien spinning head over heels down the canyon, and then she dropped to the canyon floor only to rebound from its rocky surface and deliver a punishing blow to a second alien, driving him into the rock wall.  Falling back to the bottom of the canyon once more, she propelled herself at blinding speed down the narrow canyon floor, keeping to the trees wherever possible.

 

Her tactics seemed to work at first.  The rest of the armoured figures whirled around uncertainly, but then they recovered.  About half of them accelerated to top speed, easily outdistancing her.  The others dropped to varying heights behind her and then advanced in a wall. 

 

She turned to face those who had been behind her.  The group that had overshot her now adopted a similar formation, moving toward her from the opposite direction.  She was trapped between the two groups.  If she was going to escape she would have to fight.

 

She responded to the challenge with savage determination, waiting until the first group was almost upon her before leaping amongst them.  Striking right a left, she hurled armored figures against the walls and floor of the canyon, but her action left her completely surrounded.  With a score of weapons directed toward her, it was only a matter of time before she was hit. 

 

Strangely, the orange ray that struck her did not hurt, but it had a numbing effect on her body.  The part of her right arm where the first ray struck went completely dead, leaving her partially disabled.  Then a second ray struck her left thigh, slowing her even further.  But she did not give up.  Fighting on, she managed to avoid being hit long enough to send four more of the aliens crashing to the canyon floor.  By this time the numbness in her arm and leg had actually decreased.  In time she probably would have been able to recover completely.  But not she ran out of luck.  She was hit five more times in quick succession; once in the left thigh; twice in the back; and then in her left breast and shoulder.  The cumulative effect left her almost helpless.  Falling to the rocky canyon floor she was now an easy target.  The aliens scored another dozen hits and as her body went numb a wave of darkness washed over her.

 

She moaned again and opened her eyes.  She didn’t want too many more nightmares like that.  And then she stared in disbelief.  She wasn’t in her apartment.  She was inside some sort of metal cage.  Reaching out she touched the smooth hard metal.  It had not been a dream after all.