She Hulk

and the

Breeding Pits of Grodon

Chapter 4 She Hulk Sees Red

She Hulk started out of a deep sleep. She was almost recovered from the birthing process. The food she had been given must have contained some sort of restorative, because her gorgeous body had returned to normal. Only a mild pain in her loins remained to remind her of the ordeal of having eleven bowling ball sized objects forced down her birth canal.

She peered about her, trying to determine what had awakened her. Her guts tightened. Sidron was outside the cell checking over some instruments. The little scientist always seemed to herald some sort of hideous ordeal. “What do you want?” she growled, her lip curling in unconcealed anger.

“Just determining the state of your health,” Sidron answered. “It appears that you are ready for your next breeding. All that is needed is an injection to ready your womb and induce multiple ovulations. Your first brood was quite satisfactory, but a little on the small side. This time we would like to aim for about double the first number of offspring.”

Double? She Hulk shuddered. That would mean over twenty births. Her womb was not capable of holding so huge a number of Grodon young. She would be so distended as to be unable to move, like an ant queen so swollen with young that she would be unable to care for herself. The thought was both disgusting and horrifying.

“No,” she said. “You cannot do this. My body was not designed for such duty. It will not survive such use.”

“On the contrary,” Sidron replied. “You are the strongest and best suited alien female I have ever encountered. You will meet the challenge without difficulty, especially after you body has been prepared with a few chemical injections.”

She Hulk struck angrily at the invisible force field that closed off the door of the cell. “I will kill you,” she screamed.

Sidron looked at her unperturbed. “I expect that you would like to try, but I doubt that you will get the chance. Now, it is time for your injection.”

From the walls of the cell metal arms extended, clamping onto her limbs. It was useless to struggle. She had never been able to break free from the robotic arms before. But she fought back anyhow, twisting her body in useless rage as the hypodermic moved toward her arm.

“Aarrrrggh!” She screamed as the needle plunged into her vein. It started out as a scream of rage, but turned into pain. The liquid within the needle burn burned through her veins. As usual the Grodons thought nothing of inflicting pain with their medical experiments. She staggered to the cot, her legs suddenly too weak to hold her and howled in anguish.

“Tomorrow,” Sidron said calmly. “Get some rest. Tomorrow you will be bred again.”

She Hulk stared balefully after him. There was nothing she could do. Gasping in pain she leaned back on the cot.

She Hulk was awake long before they came for her. In truth she had gotten very little sleep. Her left arm throbbed in reaction to the strange chemicals Sidron had injected into her, and her body burned unnaturally.

“I think I’m sick,” she murmured. Or perhaps she was just afraid. She could not shake the cold feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was not an emotion that she was used to, but she had never been beaten and raped before. The aura of invincibility that she had always assumed was gone, replaced by a sense of doubt and fear.

She sat on the edge of the cot and looked toward the door. The force field shimmered reminding her that there was no escape. She could do noting but wait.

Eventually Sidron showed up. With him were the serving robots and the gurney. Although it went against her every instinct she held back the urge to resist. If what awaited her was anything like the last time Rogon had mated with her she would need her strength. Still, it was with a feeling of great trepidation that she allowed the serving robots to secure her with the clamps on the gurney. Now she was completely helpless. She had fought against the unyielding metal before and knew that escape was impossible until the clamps released.

She could feel her fever mounting as she was moved toward her rendezvous with Rogon. There was definitely something wrong. She last time she had experienced such a feeling was as a young girl when she had contracted a serious case of the flu. But this felt much worse. It was as if a furnace was burning inside her. It had to be the injection Sidron had given her. There was no telling how the alien chemicals he had injected into her would react with her abnormal physiology.

By the time she was moved into the room where Rogon waited, she felt as if her skin was ready to burst into flame. She was not sweating. Her skin was hot and dry and she was panting from the unexpected heat. She was suddenly overcome with an overwhelming need for water, but knew that at this late stage she would not get any. Rogon was waiting and Rogon was ready.

The alien warlord was naked except for a pair oh heavy metal bracelets and he was sporting an erection that would have terrified a female hippopotamus. She Hulk realized with a sudden rush of fear that she was not going to be given the chance to defend herself, but was to be taken the way she was. Apparently Rogon no longer felt he had to show his prowess as a warrior now that he had defeated her.

Sidron left the room as did the serving robots. Without waiting Rogon approached her. She Hulk was ready and waiting. The clamps on her ankles spread her legs most appealingly and her arms were shackled over her head which lifted her heavy breasts invitingly. Even though she was not a Grodon, Rogon thought her temptingly beautiful. His massive erection hardened. Like a huge iron bar it thrust toward the helpless victim.

She Hulk opened her mouth to protest, but never got the chance. “Gag her,” Rogon ordered and the servo-mechanisms swooped down, sealing her mouth with a ball gag.

“Oooommpph!” She Hulk protested. He could not take her like this. She had to be given a chance to defend her honour. But Rogon was not interested in listening to her objections. Seizing her powerful hips her thrust his huge organ into her.

“Mmmpphhh!” She Hulk screamed. “Mmmmppphh!” The shock and pain of penetration was every bit as bad as it had been the first time. She writhed as the Grodon warrior forced his immense lance into her, screaming in pain and fear.

The heat within her increased, seemingly stimulated by the violation of her body. She could feel it radiating from her body in waves. At the same time she began to tremble violently almost as if she was having a seizure. And still the heat intensified, dominating everything and pushing even the violence of the rape into the background. She felt as is she was about to explode. A red haze drifted in front of her eyes and then she was overcome by an overwhelming emotion.

Rage built within her. A rage that she had not felt since she had first been cursed with the strange transformation that had made her into both a superheroine and a hideous freak of nature. She could feel her muscles swell with unexpected strength. Without thinking she struggled to break free of the alien shackles that held her.

Rogon watched in amazement at the reaction of the beautiful green Terran as he plunged into her. Her tight vagina gripped his throbbing ramrod like a vise and her entire body quivered. It appeared that he had truly conquered her. In spite of her muffled cries she had surrendered to the power of his formidable sex organ and was shuddering in unrestrained passion. With a cry of triumph he buried his head between her stiffening breasts and drove deep within her.

“RRRMMMPPP!” She Hulk’s muffled scream of pain was more like a roar. He raised his head and looked into two eyes that glowed like coals.

She Hulk flexed her immense muscles. With a sharp snap the previously unbreakable shackles blew apart, showering fragments of the alien metal around the room.

Rogon pulled back. Fear overtook him as her realized that he was no longer raping a helpless female, but instead was riding a raging beast. What had Sidron done to her? Nothing should have been able to break those shackles but she had destroyed them as if they had been made of plastic. And her eyes! What had happened to those emerald green orbs. They now burned like crimson beacons of fire.

All of these thoughts occurred to him in the instant that the Terran female erupted from beneath him and furiously tossed him away from her.

“Rrrooowwwrr!” She Hulk’s roar as she tore off the gag exploded through the air. The sound froze Rogon as he tried to scramble to his feet, and then she was upon him. But he was a trained warrior. Responding as he had been taught he struck out at the raging green figure that charged toward him. He caught her directly between her breasts. It was like hitting a wall. The punch did not even slow her. He had time for only a single startled yelp and then her fist drove straight into his fanged jaw.

Rogon’s jaw broke with a most satisfying crunch. But She Hulk did not stop there. Faster than even a Grodon could follow she hit him three more times, shattering his ribs, rupturing his pelvis, and crushing his throat. And then, while the Grodon chief was still alive she tore off his phallus. As Rogon’s eyes glazed in death she hurled the bloody object across the room.

Sidron sounded the alarm, at the same time frantically punching buttons on his control panel. Robotic servomechanisms moved out to capture the alien female that had just destroyed his leader. But this time the robotic clamps did not subdue her. As they closed on her arms she simply tore them from their sockets and tossed them aside. In an instant she was at the door of the chamber. Sidron hastily activated the force field, but to his stunned amazement the powerful green female pushed through it without apparent effort.

“Impossible!” gasped Sidron. “What is she?” He watched helplessly as the raging Terran headed toward the heart of the ship.

“What did you inject her with?” demanded SubCommander Draxon. There was a note of panic in his voice. “She is destroying everything in her path and is headed directly toward the engine room. If she reaches the fusion generators…

“Just a few experimental drugs,” Sidron replied. Seeing the look of surprised anger on Draxon’s face he tried to explain. “She was the perfect subject. All the other specimens I tried them on died.”

“And now we will die,” replied Draxon angrily. “She must be stopped. You are the scientist. Find a way to stop a beast that is impervious to all of our weapons.”

Sidron nodded. “I will SubCommander. I will.”

She Hulk smashed through another bulkhead. It was much easier than using the hallways. These were heavily guarded by robotic sentries that fired paralyzing rays at her. These weapons did not stop her, but they were mildly irritating and she much preferred to simply smash her way through the metal walls. She really wasn’t conscious of much of her actions. Her eyes were clouded by a red haze and a red rage burned in her so intensely that she sought only to destroy everything in her path.

“Rrooowwhrr!” With a sweep of her arms she demolished the wall in front of her. She stopped. She was suddenly in a very large room. In front of her were great machines. She could feel their vibrations through the soles of her bare feet. For a few seconds she stared about her. Then she leaped forward. She would destroy!

“Now,” Draxon shouted. Sidron punched the console in front of him. A wall of intense energy sprang up in front of the Terran female just as she hurled herself toward the fusion reactors. With a scream of rage that could be heard from one end of the ship to the other, the powerful green creature bounced off it and then heaved herself at it again.

Sidron watched in satisfaction. The hastily improvised force field had held. Now if they could just get her to move in the right direction…

She Hulk howled in frustration. The machines she sought to destroy could not be reached. The barrier in front of her prevented that. She turned her head left and right. Perhaps there was a way around the force shield. She headed to the left. There was a large door in the far wall. If she could get through it perhaps there was a way to bypass the defences.

She smashed through the door. In front of her was an oddly shaped room resembling a large cylinder. Without a thought she entered it. Behind her a heavy door slid into place. And then she was thrown off her feet and pinned to the door by a sudden movement of the room she had entered. With a howl of rage she realized she had been tricked. Hurling herself at the wall she tried to smash though – and that was when the powerful anesthetic gas took hold.

“That was clever,” Draxon said, watching the small robot shuttle hurtle toward Earth.

Sidron shrugged. “It was a way to get her off the ship. Nothing we were doing was having any effect on her. She can’t do any harm where she is and in a few minutes she will be back in the place where we picked her up.”

“Why don’t we just kill her?”

“And destroy such beautiful breeding stock? We may want to use her again later. We’ll leave her alone for now and keep an eye on her. The changes in her physiology may not be permanent. We simply underestimated her that’s all. Next time we won’t make the same mistake.

Jennifer awoke near the idyllic pool where she had first seen the Grodon ship. She rolled lazily to a sting position. “Mmmm,” she said. “Must have dozed off. What a strange dream.” She got to her feet. “Something odd here. Where are my clothes?”

There was a dull ache in her loins. Gently she touched her left breast. It was tender and swollen. She furrowed her attractive brow. “It wasn’t a dream,” she murmured. She flexed her biceps. Did she still have her enhanced strength? It seemed to be gone. She didn’t feel any stronger.

In the meantime she needed clothes. Luckily she had brought a blanket with her. She would be able to improvise something. She walked over to where she had left her picnic basket. Her car keys were still there. Shaking her head she picked them up and then stood looking at the sky. “Someone up there needs to be taught a lesson,” she muttered.

Gathering up her things she headed back toward the canyon rim and the path to the car. Her rage had cooled while she slept. She kept it there. But one day she vowed those aliens would pay. Then she would let it out again.