She Hulk

and the

Breeding Pits of Grodon

Chapter 2 Rogon

She Hulk moaned. She was covered in sweat, her superbly equipped body stretched tight on a metal frame, and slanted at a forty five degree angle. She was spread-eagled, her wrists and ankles clamped in heavy shackles. She was not used to this. She should have been able to snap the restraints easily, but they defied her immense strength. She did not know what the metal was, but it certainly wasn’t steel. Frustrated and angry, she was also frightened.

Fear was an unusual emotion for her. Rage and hatred came to her quite easily. They were a product of the transformation wrought on her by the blood of her cousin, Bruce Banner. But she had never before experienced anything that could describe as fear. But she was experiencing it now, and for a very good reason.

She was completely naked and surrounded by a variety of frightening looking instruments, many of them apparently surgical in nature. She did not know what her captors had in store for her, but she was sure that it was not gong to be pleasant.

She had heard of alien abductions, but had dismissed the stories as pure fabrications. It was not so easy to do that now. She had seen the beings who had kidnapped her. they were a little taller than she was and powerfully muscled. For the most part they were humanoid in appearance, having two arms and two legs, but there were significant differences.

Their faces were frighteningly bestial. Heavy brow ridges protected blood red eyes, and they had nothing resembling a nose, just a couple of holes in the centre of their faces. A bony crest ran from their foreheads to the back of their skulls. But it was their mouths that were really frightening. Two giant fighting teeth projected a good six inches from the upper jaw.

Their hands were also different, being six fingered and ending in razor sharp retractable talons. Except for the armour that some of them wore, clothing seemed to be unimportant. That fact allowed Jennifer to note that the aliens seemed to be very much male, even the smallest of them possessing a phallus that a horse would have envied. She shuddered to think how that weapon might be used.

She pulled again at her restraints. It was useless. She couldn’t budge them so much as a millimetre. But she had to escape. The aliens must have had some reason for taking her prisoner, and she expected that her experience among them was not going to be particularly pleasant.

The door to the room she was in slid open and a relatively small alien walked in. By earth standards he would still have been considered quite menacing, but Jennifer had come to think of him as the little guy in that he stood only about six feet tall. He was carrying something in his hands. Moving toward her he reached up and placed what seem to be a set of headphones on her head. Then he stepped back and spoke.

“You should be able to understand me now. I thought it only proper that I explain why you are here.”

Jennifer merely glared at him. There was no point in interrupting.

“You are on an imperial battle cruiser of the Grodon empire and have been brought here because it will be your honour to contribute to the improvement of the Grodon race. You are a superb physical specimen, and although you are not of our species with a few minor surgical alterations we can render you capable of receiving our seed. The addition of your genetic material to the gene pool of the Grodon race will create a new generation of super warriors, enabling us to subdue our adversaries and dominate the galaxy.”

His speech finished, the alien bared his fangs at her in what Jennifer now understood was a smile. She didn’t feel much like smiling herself.

“What you suggest is unthinkable,” she protested. “I will not cooperate in such a venture.”

“Oh, we don’t need your cooperation,” the alien answered, just your genes and your body. Since we have both of those I think we may as well get started.”

“What are you going to do?” Jennifer asked, keeping her voice level. She looked fearfully at the instruments that hung a just a few feet away.

The alien did not answer immediately. Instead he approached her again carrying something in his hand. “I think you better use this. Some of our subjects find this quite painful.”

As he spoke he strapped a metallic device onto her head.

Jennifer tried to turn her head away, but the alien persisted. When he was finished she looked at him furiously, a heavy metal bar strapped into her mouth.

Angrily she bit down, expecting the bar gag to crumple under the force of her jaws, but the metal of the bar was as strong and unyielding as the shackles that held her arms and legs in place.

The alien ran his fingers over her body, stopping at her mound of Venus. He stroked the dark green fleece that hid most of her vulva. “I’m afraid this will have to go. It will interfere with the surgery.” He stepped back and touched a few buttons on a console. Silently the instruments hovering over her moved into position. A blue ray shot out of one of the instruments, striking her pubic region.

Startled Jennifer jerked at her restraints, but instead of the stench of burning hair, the ray simply sheered off the curly growth like the sharpest razor. Within seconds her vulva was revealed in all its naked glory.

“Rrrgg!” She Hulk growled in rage. She was having severe difficulty maintaining her composure. Her natural inclination was to give way to her emotions in an attempt to destroy whatever angered her, but she had already experienced the failure of that approach. Held fast, her survival depended on remaining calm in order to take advantage of whatever opportunity to escape presented itself.

“Patience,” the alien said. “You will soon have ample opportunity to display your passion. I understand that such displays of emotion are common among Earthlings.” He touched several more buttons on the console and the instruments began to move again.

First a scanning device played along the length of her lush body; no doubt taking measurements of some sort. It was very thorough, scanning every millimeter of her exposed anatomy. Then the other instruments began to move.

“Rrrrrr!” She Hulk growled. She could only watch helplessly as the instruments descended toward her shaved vulva.

“Rrrrggghh!” The invasion of her nether region brought an outraged response. She jerked her body violently, prompting the alien to punch several more buttons. From the table several metallic arms emerged and latched themselves in place around her biceps, thighs, and waist, clamping her even more firmly to the table. Then the internal examination began.

Mechanical fingers parted the lips of her vulva, revealing the bright pink interior of her nether region. Her body jerked, shaking in rage and frustration as the instruments penetrated her, anger exploded through her majestic body and she thrashed like a wild animal in spite of the added restraints. From the side walls two large clamps emerged, one on each side of her. They met at her waist firmly fixing her in place and then the vaginal probing continued.

It was too much for Jennifer. She raged in a white fury as her body was invaded. “Rrrmmphh!” she growled, biting down so hard that her teeth threatened to break. But she was unable to stop the invasive probing of her body. More instruments entered her and suddenly she gasped in pain. Something was being done inside her and it was agonizingly painful.

“Mmmppphhh” she protested. The pain had intensified. It felt as if her insides were being torn apart. This time, however, she could not move a muscle. Even her enhanced strength could not budge the numerous restraints that held her.

“Aaahhh! Mmpphh!” Her muffled screams were now focused more on her pain than her rage. She could only imagine what was being done to her. The pain was incredible, so great in fact that her vision actually clouded as she swayed close to unconsciousness. But she was not to be afforded the luxury of fainting. Gleaming hypodermics were thrust toward her from either side. They sank deep into the veins in her arms.

“MMMPPPPHHH!” Jennifer’s agonized but muffled shriek ripped through the room as the fluid in the needles entered her veins. It felt as if she were being injected with acid. She screamed again as the pain intensified. She had never known such agony. What was being done to her was beyond description. It like being set on fire and having her insides ripped out at the same time.

Finally the burning pain diminished. She lay shaken and exhausted from her ordeal, her smooth green skin covered with sweat. With a low hum the instruments withdrew from her body and the gag was removed from her mouth. The small alien approached her once more.

“As expected, you are strong and will make good breeding stock. The alterations that have been made to your body will make you receptive to our seed. You are now ready to be impregnated.”

Jennifer shuddered. As the mighty She Hulk she had never faced such a perilous situation. Not only had she been kidnapped by aliens, but her internal organs had been surgically altered in order that she might be used as a brood mare to create superior beings.

“Release me,” she protested, “I will not be used like this.”

The alien showed his fangs. He appeared to be enjoying the conversation, limited as it was. “The choice is not yours, but that of my leader. You will soon meet him in the arena to be taken in the time honoured manner of a Grodon warrior.”

“I am to fight him?” Jennifer asked, incredulously. She could hardly believe that anyone would dare stand up to her in fair combat.

“But of course. No Grodon warrior can claim the right to mate without first subjugating his mate.” As he finished speaking the alien retreated and exited the room through the main door, which immediately closed after him. At the same time, the restraints holding Jennifer to the table released.

Slowly the magnificent female climbed off the table. She still felt quite vulnerable, but a little of her fear had left her. She was to be allowed to fight. Her rage began to rise within her. She would show these puny aliens the penalty for daring to violate and humiliate her.

A door behind her slid open. Jennifer turned toward the opening. Clearly she was expected to exit the room. She shrugged her powerful shoulders, a movement that caused her firm breasts to quiver slightly. It was as good a way out as any. Perhaps that doorway would lead to the Grodon warrior who was stupid enough to face up to her. It would be most enjoyable pounding him into the unyielding metal of the alien spacecraft.

Rogon watched the impressive earth female stride into the room. Her strength and power were evident in her every move. Great ropes of muscle shifted beneath her smooth skin and she walked with the fluid grace of an Antaran death cat. More than just power attracted him to her, however. Terran females were among the few in the galaxy who resembled Grodon females in all of their feminine attributes. The magnificent green beauty displayed two of the most succulent and attractive milk glands he had ever had the pleasure of beholding. He flicked his tongue over his huge incisors in anticipation. He could hardly wait to take each one in his mouth. He was also pleased by the spread of her hips. They contrasted nicely with her relatively slender waist. This female would be up to handling the act of sexual union. That would be a welcome change from his last two sex partners, both of whom had required extensive reconstructive surgery after he had mated with them. Touching the door release, he entered the arena. In a few minutes he and this splendid Terran female would be locked in mutual passion.

She Hulk’s deep emerald green eyes widened in amazement as the giant alien entered the arena. He was absolutely gigantic, standing at least three metres tall and probably weighing more that twice what she did. She had not expected this, although she probably should have. Warrior races valued size and strength and the alien scientist had certainly given enough hints as to the warlike qualities of the Grodon. Apparently Grodons varied greatly in size depending on their rank. This was the Grodon commander and it easy to see why he had achieved that status. Suddenly her mind was filled with an element of doubt. Was it possible that he might defeat her?

Her doubts, however, were quickly submerged in the familiar feeling of rage. Her normal emotions took hold and she hurled herself at the giant alien.

Rogon reeled under the impact of the charging female. Her attack drove him into the wall of the arena with such force that he would have suffered serious injury had not his protective armor cushioned him against the violent onslaught. Her arms were wrapped around his waist in a death grip and she seemed intent on driving him through the arena wall. He was, however, a trained warrior. He immediately counterattacked, striking hard at the exposed back of the raging female.

The power of his blow drove She Hulk to her knees. She had never been hit that hard before, but she shook off the blow and delivered pile driver punches into the midsection of the Grodon warrior, smashing and buckling the armour that protected his midsection.

Rogon roared in anger, his natural fighting instincts taking over. Flexing his huge muscles he thrust out with his arms and hurled the green skinned female across the arena. Then he charged toward her.

They met head on in the center of the area. The impact was like that of two freight trains colliding. Rogon’s armor shattered and exploded from his body like shrapnel. Bouncing back from one another the two adversaries stood just feet apart glaring at one another, then they went back at it, each attempting to pound the other into submission.

The battle was hardly very scientific. It was just two huge and powerful animals engaged in fierce hand to hand combat. It went on for more than an hour. Finally, panting from the exertion both combatants staggered apart, each attempting to get his or her breath.

Rogon stared in admiration at his gasping opponent. What a battle she was putting up! He had never met her equal in battle before. Her conquest was going to be sweet indeed. However, he was going to have to find a way to subdue her. In spite of the fearsome blows he had delivered, there was little sign that she was weakening. He would have to resort to some subterfuge to defeat her.

She Hulk glared back at the Grodon warrior. How had he managed to survive her repeated attacks? It was as if he was made of the same unbreakable metal that the ship was constructed of. She had fully expected him to collapse under her assault, especially after she had torn his armor off, but he seemed unharmed by her best efforts. Even worse, she could feel herself tiring. She had never expected this. In spite of the Grodon warrior’s huge size she had always been confident of victory. And there was something else. Now that she had stripped him off his armor he was revealed in all his naked glory. He was very male. She had never seen such an enormous male appendage. If he ever managed to defeat her…

Rogon circled looking for an opening. She Hulk did the same. It was apparent to both of them that neither was going to subdue the other by brute force. On the hand, what would work? Each had punished the other savagely, but there was little evidence that any real damage had been done. Rogon, however, was not about to give up. His honour depended on defeating this Terran female and taking her by force. To fail in this task would greatly diminish him in the eyes of his people.

She Hulk studied her opponent through narrowed eyes. Perhaps there was a weakness there. If the Grodon’s anatomy was in any way similar to that of a human male then the way might be open to defeating him. She readied herself for the next assault.

The Grodon came in high, targeting her chest and head. This time instead of giving vent to her natural instincts, she ducked beneath the huge alien’s arms and slammed him hard between the legs. The force of the blow actually lifted the huge warrior off the arena floor. Stepping back she waited for him to collapse in agony. To her surprise, nothing happened.

Then the huge alien struck back. Momentarily caught off guard by the alien’s lack of response to her attack, She Hulk let her guard down. The alien targeted her one female weakness. His massive fist hammered her midriff just over her ovaries. An unexpected jolt of pain stabbed through her. Agonized by the almost unbelievable pain, her legs buckled and she fell to the ground writhing in torment.

“Stupid Terran,” Rogon exulted. “Did you not know that the sperm sacs of Grodon males are shielded within their bodies?”

Rogon wasted little time gloating, however. Already the gasping Terran was beginning to recover. He had only moments to immobilize her. A single stride took him the arena wall where he seized a pair of shackles. In an instant he was back. Thrusting the fallen She Hulk flat by placing his foot on her neck, he clamped the manacles onto her arms, just above the elbows. With a quick twist he tightened the connecting chains, drawing her elbows toward the small of her back. Then as the green-skinned goddess tried to lurch to her feet, he pinned her to the arena floor and forced her calves flat against her thighs. These he secured with a metallic rope. By the time She Hulk recovered from her temporary disability she was hopelessly trussed up.

She Hulk growled in rage. She gave vent to her emotions, hoping that the violent explosion of strength associated with giving free rein to her inner passions would shatter the shackles that held her, but the alien metal resisted her violent efforts. All she succeeded in doing was temporarily exhausting herself, leaving her smooth green skin glistening with sweat.

Rogon licked his two huge fangs. The gleaming emerald skin of the defeated Terran female excited him, resembling as it did the beads of moisture exuded by Rogon females when they came into heat. She was ripe and ready for breeding. His massive phallus hardened in readiness. Saliva dripping from his mighty fighting fangs he moved toward her.

She Hulk watched helplessly as her conqueror approached. She was just Jennifer now, much of her energy expended in her frenzied efforts to escape. Panting from her exertions she struggled weakly against the chains and cables that bound her.

But there was no give to the restraints. The shackles holding her arms pulled her elbows tightly toward one another, arching her back and forcing her large, globular breasts forward. The cables binding her calves to her thighs had been twisted so tightly that the metallic bonds cut into her flesh. She could only stare wide-eyed as the huge alien placed his hands on her arms and lifted her like a child. From the wall of the arena a small platform emerged. He placed her on it and forced her onto her back. Then he gripped each of her knees and began to pry her legs apart. The mighty She Hulk was about to be raped and there was nothing she could do to prevent it!