She Hulk

and the

Breeding Pits of Grodon

Chapter 3 The Brood

She Hulk trembled as her mighty thighs were forced apart. Every muscle on her magnificent body stood out as she fought in quiet desperation to preserve what was left of her honour. This was a horror she had never expected to experience. Her breath came in great gasps as she gulped air in a fruitless battle to escape. Fear, that little known emotion, now took hold of her again. Emerald eyes wild she watched as the alien’s huge organ moved toward her unprotected nether region. This couldn’t be happening to her. No one had ever defeated her much less threatened her with rape.

“No!” She protested. “No!” The words burst out of her without thought. She was now as frightened as any normal woman in the same predicament. But of course, the Grodon warrior that was preparing to rape her was completely oblivious to her protests. She now knew sheer terror. Her thighs were wrenched wide, parting the lips of her vulva. The Grodon warrior targeted the tiny pink slit and drove forward.

“No! No! Aaahhh!” The scream ripped involuntarily from her lips as the Grodon thrust his thick shaft within her. The pain ripped through her like an electric current as his immense organ parted her vulva and then her vagina like a chisel splitting wood. Placing his hands in the middle of her back, he pulled her toward him, forcing himself deep within her. Arching her back in pain, She Hulk screamed in rage and agony.

Rogon hardly noticed the noise. It took all of his immense strength to penetrate the writhing Terran female. She was so much tighter than the members of his species and he was enjoying the sensation immensely. Centimeter by centimeter he forced his immense phallic lance into her, enjoying the tremendous pressure of her throbbing vaginal sheath.

She Hulk went almost completely rigid with the pain. It was like giving birth, or so she supposed. Horrifyingly she remembered that the purpose of this brutal ordeal was to impregnate her with alien spawn. Then all thoughts but survival were swept from her mind as the powerful alien plunged his post-sized organ deep inside her. She was being split apart, the agony beyond anything she could have imagined. He leaned into her, using his weight to penetrate more deeply, his fanged mouth so close to her head that she could feel his fetid breath on her face. She arched back until her spine was bent like a bow and shrieked in agony.

“Ungh!” Rogon grunted as the first of his seed spurted into the Terran female. Within seconds it would seek out the waiting egg cell and begin the first of the new warrior breed. He withdrew slightly giving his seed time to find fertile ground then he thrust forward again. “Ungh!” He released into her a second time. And then a third and then…

She Hulk huddled in her cell. She had been completely defeated. The alien had raped her until she couldn’t walk. In utter humiliation she had been carried to the cell by a couple of service robots. She had managed to crawl to the cot, her loins burning as if a fire had been lit within her. She had been there ever since, cowering in shame.

She could hardly believe how badly she had been humiliated. The mating had lasted for hours, and at the end of the rape she had cried like a baby, begging for mercy that did not come. Now she waited for the final results of that copulation.

She placed her hand on her swollen belly. She was so gravid she could hardly move, her belly thrust out like an enormous green beach ball. She was still completely naked; not that it mattered considering that none of her clothes would have fit her in any case.

She grimaced as something moved inside her. The growth of the organism in her womb had been phenomenal. She had no way of keeping time except by counting her meals, but as far as she could determine she had only been a prisoner for two weeks. During that time she had eaten voraciously to fuel the growth of whatever monstrosity was inside her. She seemed always to be hungry and ate whatever was brought her.

She got up and moved to the door of the cell, conscious of her engorged breasts. They hung from her chest like two great watermelons, her dark green nipples protruding like twin cupolas. She peered into the corridor. As usual it was deserted. Her cell was electrically monitored and all of her food and drink appeared automatically in a cupboard at one side of her cell. There was no form of amusement. Apparently the Grodons thought such amenities unnecessary while awaiting birth.

She turned away. She was hungry again. Food would soon arrive. It always seemed to whenever she needed it. She moved toward the auto-server and waited.

“Nnnnghh!” The pain that stabbed through her was intense and unexpected. She bent forward, clutching her belly. Suddenly the region between her legs was very wet. Fluid dripped from her ruptured amniotic sac, pooling on the floor of the cell. “Oh god,” she thought. “It’s started.”

“Nnngghh!” The pain came again, more severe this time. Panting she dropped onto the bed and placed both hands on her abdomen. Her breath came in harsh gasps. She looked toward the door again. Was she to give birth alone or would someone or something come to aid her?

The door shield disappeared. Two large serving robots rolled into the cell. In the tiny space Jennifer could not have avoided them even if she had wanted to. Their mechanical arms clamped on hers and pulled her toward the door. She did not resist, she was in too much pain and discomfort. Outside the cell was a gurney, and beside the gurney the small alien called Sidron. She since learned that he was the chief scientist in charge of the Grodon interspecies breeding program.

“Do not fear, Earthling,” the alien said. “We will not let you die. It is important that you live to breed again.”

Jennifer moaned in replied. Her abdomen was contracting brutally, each muscular spasm sending waves of pain through her. As she reached the gurney it was tilted to a 45 degree angle and she was leaned onto it. Heavy clamps locked her arms to the side of the gurney. Her legs were left unsecured and she was wheeled from the cell block area, the diminutive alien following.

“Uggnnh!” Jennifer grunted again as a particularly strong contract rippled through her abdomen. She was now in the room where she had been surgically altered. She spread her legs hoping somehow to relieve the pressure that was mounting within her.

“Fully dilated,” said the alien. “Very good. Soon you will be a mother.”

“Oh no,” thought Jennifer. “What could possibly be worse than to be forced to give birth to some alien spawn?” Another convulsion convulsed her abdomen. This time the strength of the contraction was much stronger and more painful. The birthing process had started.

“Oh god,” Jennifer grunted. She grit her teeth against the intense pain. She didn’t know if she was going to be able to stop herself from shrieking in agony, further humiliating herself in front of her captors. As she fought against the pain, the array of instruments over her head moved toward her. Several of them extended toward her, placing probes and sensory devices on her feverish body. Others moved between her splayed legs inserting probes into her enlarged vagina.

“Aanngh!” Something was starting to move inside her. A spasm of intense pain shot through her loins.

“I am afraid this might be quite painful,” the alien said. “Grodon young are somewhat larger than human infants and the birth canal of Grodon females has a greater capability for expansion than that of Terran females. Rather than have you disturb the newborn grubs it will be necessary to gag you.”

“Grubs?” Jennifer thought. “What grubs. What did the alien mean?” Her thoughts were interrupted as her head was clamped and a ball gag inserted into her mouth.

“There,” the alien said cheerfully, “that should keep you quiet and prevent you from biting your tongue off. I find it so disturbing when that happens.”

“Nnnpph!” Jennifer protested. The pain was growing in intensity. She bit down on the ball and tried to control her breathing. With the ball in her mouth she seemed unable to get enough air, and her massive chest heaved in distress.

“Mmmpppphh!!” An absolutely excruciating wave of pain undulated through her loins. With a sickening squishing noise something began to move down her birth canal, propelled by unbelievably strong contractions. Beneath her gag Jennifer screamed in agony as a huge object forced its way from inside her toward the light.

There was a sound like a plunger being shoved into a blocked toilet and suddenly the pain was gone. Jennifer sighed in relief. Her ordeal was over. Incredibly it had lasted only fifteen agonizing minutes.

“Excellent,” the alien crowed. A perfect specimen. He held up a slimy spherical object for Jennifer to admire.

“Great,” thought Jennifer, “I’ve given birth to a bowling ball.” But as she watched the ball split, a seam appearing as something inside forced its way out.

“Graaack!” The cry of the infant Grodon was incredibly irritating, resembling the sound of a very rusty hinge on an iron door. From within the ball a pair of arms emerged, followed by the head and shoulders of the Grodon infant.

Jennifer stared in amazement. Grodon young did not resemble Grodon adults except in the number of limbs. The body of the shrieking infant appeared only half-formed, its legs and arms more like the claws of some insect and its head like that of a toothless weasel. The alien held the infant close so that Jennifer could see it clearly. With some effort, Jennifer controlled her revulsion.

“It appears quite hungry,” the alien said. “We’d best let it feed before it is joined by its siblings.”

“Siblings?” Jennifer wondered. Then she realized that in spite of the painful birth she had just endured, her swollen belly had hardly diminished in size at all. “Oh no,” she thought, “I’ve only just begun to give birth.”

“Mmmpphh!” she gasped as the half-formed Grodon infant latched on to the nipple of her engorged left breast with the strength of an industrial vacuum cleaner. It clung to her like a leach, sinking its razor tipped claws into the soft swollen flesh of her swollen breast.

“Mmpphh!” Her abdomen convulsed again; a second bowling ball was on its way. Jennifer whimpered into her gag. The birthing process did not get any easier for having experienced it once. It was another fifteen minutes of agony as a second slimy wet sphere popped out of her painfully stretched vagina. Like the first, it too was latched onto her breast, its sucking mouth engulfing her tender nipple.

“Mmmpphhh,” Jennifer’s muffled cry signaled the beginning of a third birth. Her balloon-like abdomen seemed no smaller for having given birth twice. “Oh god,” she thought. “How many more are still in there?”

Nine. She got her answer after another nine painful births. She gave birth to eleven of the hideous Grodon infants each of which sucked greedily at her breasts until it was satiated with her sweet milk. She knew the end had come when the gag was removed. By this time also, her distended abdomen had shrunk to near normal size. Her ordeal was over, at least temporarily.

Exhausted beyond even her great endurance, she was taken back to her cell. Her loins felt as if a jackhammer had been driven into her, and her now deflated breasts were raw from suckling almost a dozen Grodon infants. Fortunately, after their initial feeding, the baby Grodons had been taken elsewhere.

“You are too important as breeding stock to used as a cow,” the alien had explained. “Today and tomorrow you rest. Then we breed you again.”

Jennifer hung her head. Was she doomed to spend the rest of her life as nothing more than a brood mare for the Grodons? As the alien walked away she slumped on the cot. She was trapped in a horrible fate with no way out. The once invincible She Hulk bowed her head as the tears flowed from her emerald eyes.