The Adventures of Red Devil

Chapter 3 Weird Science

“That was most interesting. I did not realize humans could procreate through their mouths.”

Again there was the dry rasping noise of the Nxcathan laugh. Zhara did not reply. Her backside burned from the painful whipping Krarg had laid on her and her arms and shoulders ached excruciatingly from the brutal strapado positing Krarg had tied her in. Worst of all, however was the vile taste of semen. No matter how she tried she could simply not seem to spit it out.

“Now it is my turn again. Interesting as friend Krarg’s experiment was, it still does not help in understanding your powers. It will be necessary to investigate further.

As Chawitlxe spoke the tension on her arms relaxed. Zhara fell to her knees, unable to stand. She experienced a profound sense of relief, but her bondage was not about to end. Multijointed metal arms dropped out of the ceiling and took hold of her just as the clamps holding her arms were released. As her body slumped forward, they lifted her arms over her head. They continued to lift her until her feet were right off the floor. Then several other arms moved toward her suspended body. Clamps were locked onto her ankles and her thighs, just above her knees. With a steady pressure her legs were spread, opening her to any invasion the Nxcathan might choose.

Zhara groaned as her tormented joints were forced into new positions. She was already exhausted from her ordeal and did not know how much longer she would be able to last. The Nxcathan apparently thought the same.

“For this we need you alert and strong. Friend Krarg’s actions have left you weak and exhausted. We will remedy that situation.”

A flexible transparent tube the diameter of a thin pen extended from one of the tubes and inserted itself into her left nostril. While Zhara waited in fear for some new horror she felt the tube sliding through her sinus passages to the back of her throat and then down her esophagus to her stomach. A warm surge filled her insides as some mysterious fluid blue was pumped through the tube.

“That should help replenish your energy and help you heal. Now we can begin our more serious work.”

Zhara could feel the welts on her back closing as the almost electrical warmth of the mysterious healing liquid coursed through her system. For a few seconds she almost felt a sense of gratitude toward the Nxcathans for healing the damage inflicted on her by Krarg. That feeling was extremely short-lived, however. As the tube was withdrawn from her stomach, several dozen other metal tendrils closed in on her body. As Zhara squirmed in nervous fear the tendrils attached themselves to dozens of points on her body.

The tip of every tendril contained a tiny suction cup. These clamped onto her nipples; the tips of her fingers and toes; her earlobes, nose, and even the tip of her tongue. As shudder ran through her body as a cup fastened like a leech to her tiny clitoris. Just as frightening were the thin wire-like probes that inserted themselves up her nostrils, into her ears, and most debasing and alarmingly into her anus and vagina. These probes had no suction cups, but instead penetrated the surfaces they attached themselves to with minute needles.

“Oh, God,” Zhara thought. “Now what is going to be done to me?”

As her thought finished, her body was pierced by dozens of pinpricks from the end of each suction cup.

“Ahhh!” Zhara’s sharp cry was a reaction to the especially sharp pain in her nipples and clitoris.

“Surely, such tiny injuries cannot be causing a superheroine of your caliber any real pain. If so, you are going to find the next few hours very uncomfortable.”

“What are you going to do to me?” Zhara quavered. “Surely such torture can have no real purpose.”

“Oh, but you are wrong, superheroine. We are going to partially remove the restrictions on your psionic powers. Then we will measure your response to stimuli.”

Zhara suddenly felt a change in her mind. She knew that Chawitlxe had restored some of her psionic strength. Immediately she tested her power, attempting to break free of the restraints that had been placed on her. But Chawitlxe had not gone that far. She had only a tiny fraction of what she had once had. She could not even generate enough force to remove a single one of the painful suction cups attached to every extremity.

“That’s it, Red Devil, use your power. Allow us to evaluate your strength.”

Zhara immediately shut down her psionic force. “No, I will not cooperate with you. I will not betray my race.”

“I don’t think you have any choice.”

“Aagghh!” The cry burst involuntarily from Zhara’s lips as pain from the dozens of probes and attachments ripped violently through her body. It hurt worse than any thing she could have imagined and her body jerked spasmodically as it twisted against the restraints. But the first jolt of agony was only the beginning as wave after wave of brutal pain surged through her body.

She was not sure exactly what the Nxcathans were doing to her. It was not an electrical current, but rather some sort of painful serum that was injected into her from the tips of the minute needles. In her agony she screamed at the Nxcathan. “You filthy spider, I’ll never give in to you!”

“I believe that was what you told friend Krarg. But it seemed to me you pleased him well enough.”

“You disgusting creature,” Zhara gasped. Even in her agony being reminded of her humiliating performance at Krarg’s hands filed her with shame.

“Enough pleasantries. We are afraid you will not be able to speak for awhile. It is time to see what you are made of.”

A metal arm extended toward her mouth. Before Zhara understood what was happening a large rubber ball was thrust between her teeth. Almost gagging, she struggled to breathe as any attempts to speak were muffled.

“It is necessary. The last subject we questioned bit off his tongue. A most unfortunate incident. He drowned in his own blood before we knew what was happening. We wouldn’t want that to happen to you.”

“Mmmpph!” In spite of her determination to resist, the intensity of the pain that swept through her was almost unbelievable. Her muffled screams echoed in the tiny chamber screamed and her body jerked so violently that she almost dislocated her joints.

Chawitlxe’s response was simple. He added more restraints. Additional probes clamped her thighs, waist, and arms, holding absolutely rigid. And then the real pain began.

How long it went on she did not know. There was no way of keeping track of time and the endless and unbelievably exquisite pain seemed never ending. Sometime during the protracted ordeal she must have lost control of herself, as Chawitlxe seemed most pleased at the end.

“Excellent. A very good start. We are beginning to understand the process involved in calling forth your psionic powers. Some more experimentation will be necessary, but for now you deserve a little relaxation. Friend Krarg has been promised more time with you and it is only fitting that he should receive it.”

Zhara slumped as the dozens of probes and suckers were removed from her body. She drew in a great shuddering gasps of air as the ball gag was removed from between her tightly clenched teeth.

The tube that had fed and healed her was once again inserted into her nostrils. Once again the stimulating surge of the strange blue liquid revived her.

“It would not do to present friend Krarg with a gift in less than perfect condition. I think he will now find you pleasing.”

The clamps holding her in position suddenly released. Surprised by the abrupt release of the restraints, Zhara tumbled to the floor. She had her strength back, but not her psionic powers. Scrambling to her feet she stood n the center of the enclosure wondering what lay in store for her. Chawitlxe had said she was going to be turned over to Krarg, but instead she had been freed from her bondage. She was even more confused a few seconds later when her costume plopped beside her. Bewildered, but grateful Zhara retrieved her costume. To her further astonishment she found that the shredded outfit had been repaired so meticulously that she could find no flaws in it. Quickly she dressed, this simple action greatly restoring her confidence.

It fell almost immediately, however, when a voice sounded from behind her. “Feeling more confident now, Devil bitch?”

Zhara whirled about. Krarg stood on the other side of the enclosure. He was dressed most strangely, wearing only a T-shirt and a pair of jogging pants. He looked as if he was headed for the gym rather than preparing to further violate her. But the way his eyes swept over her gave no doubt as to his intentions.

Wordlessly they faced one another, sizing up the opposition. “I like a bit of a contest,” Krarg said. “Last time was too easy; the Nxcathans did everything for me. All I had to do was take advantage of the gift they provided for me. This time I want a bit more of a contest.”

So that was it. Krarg wanted to see if he could subdue a superheroine on his own. He had stripped for action intending to take her one-on-one. “Any time you want to try go ahead. I’m not afraid of a piece of trash like you,” Zhara growled.

Krarg smiled crookedly. “You really surprise me, Devil bitch. I would have thought by now you’d be begging me for mercy, but you’re acting as if you are in control.”

“You may have trapped me, Krarg, but I’m far from beaten,” Zhara replied. “The day I have to be afraid of a piece of shit like you is the day I give up fighting crime.”

They were brave words, but Zhara was far from confident. Her heroine arrogance had taken a severe beating and she now had serious doubts about her own ability, but she was not about to let the villain who had helped trap her find any satisfaction in her predicament. In fact she hoped that there would be a personal confrontation between the two of them. Even without her psionic powers, Zhara was a formidable opponent. She had honed her body into a marvelously fit fighting instrument, having spent hours in weight training and still more time studying martial arts. Any thug tangling with her would be in for an unpleasant surprise, or so she hoped. Her eyes narrowed as she watched Krarg. The man seemed too confident. What did he know that she did not?

“So you’d like a piece of me?” Krarg asked in response to her insult. “Well you’re going to get your wish.” He reached into his pocket and took out a piece of polished metal.

“Brass knuckles?” Zhara scoffed. “I might have known that a gutless bastard like you wouldn’t dare to fight fair. Well, I’m ready let’s get on with it.”

“This is gonna be fun, Devil bitch. I’m going to beat you black and blue and then I’m going to screw that sweet ass of yours until you scream.” He motioned with his arm and a small section of the transparent wall retracted allowing him to step into the chamber with her.

Zhara stepped back. Krarg was a powerfully built man, his arm muscles bugling as she stepped toward her. The brass knuckles did not really worry Zhara. They gave him only a small additional advantage. Any blow delivered by the thug would be a potential knockout. Her only chance of winning would be to avoid his assault and deliver a punishing counterattack. In this, Krarg had one more advantage. The small area of the enclosure would make it difficult for Zhara to avoid him.

Nevertheless, Zhara waited for Krarg’s inevitable attack with confidence. She was after all a heroine and Krarg was a contemptible thug.

Her confidence appeared to be warranted. She easily avoided Krarg’s first attack, sidestepping his clumsy rush and dancing beyond the reach of his long powerful arms. But the man was quick. Before she could deliver a counter blow he pivoted toward her, presenting no target she could take advantage of.

Zhara skipped back, waiting for Krarg’s next move. It came the same way as before; as sudden rush intended to bowl her over and end the fight quickly. This time she was ready for him. As he lumbered toward her she ducked beneath his arms, stepped inside his guard and struck at his ribs.

She made good contact, delivering several quick blows just under his arm, however, Krarg twisted slightly, avoiding the full force of her punches, while at the same time swinging his ham fist toward her head. Zhara barely avoided the surprise punch. As she hurriedly retreated she realized that she had almost fallen into another trap. Krarg had suckered her; tricking her into an overconfident attack and then trying for a knockout blow.

“Nice try, asshole,” Zhara mocked, “but you’ll have to do better than that.”

“Oh, I will, bitch. I will,” Krarg promised. Without waiting he came at her with a flurry of expertly thrown kicks and punches.

Zhara was hard pressed to avoid the attack, but with skill and reflexes born of desperation she fought him off and got back a few of her own. Krarg’s blows were formidable. Even though Zhara blocked every one, her arms ached with the effort, but she could not afford to show weakness. The slightest slackening in her defence and it would be all over.

But Krarg also was suffering. His breathing was harsh and strained, reflecting the intense effort he had made to overwhelm Zhara. His failure had placed him at a disadvantage. Having shot his bolt he was now open to Zhara’s counterattack.

The heroine was quick to size up the situation. Changing tactics she placed the thug on the defensive driving him about the enclosure and scoring frequently with her fists and feet. Backpedaling desperately, Krarg managed to avoid presenting her with the opportunity to put him away, but it was clear to Zhara that the man who had humiliated her would soon be at her mercy.

“Not so tough now are you?” she taunted. “Perhaps you should have not have picked on a woman. Little boys are more your style.”

“Smart mouthed bitch,” Krarg replied. “It’s time to stop playing with you.” He swung the fist wearing the brass knuckles toward her.

It was a laughable attack. Even a child could have avoided it. Zhara stepped back and prepared to dart into the huge opening Krarg had provided. But even as she stepped forward, a white spark shot from the brass hardware on Krarg’s fingers. The electrical jolt caught her right between the breasts. A paralyzing shock struck just over her heart. For an instant, Zhara stood stock still, unable to move a muscle. Her forward momentum took her right into Krarg’s left fist.

He hit her in the gut hard enough to lift her right off her feet. She landed hard, unable to save herself from the unyielding surface of the floor. She lay there gasping for air, the breath knocked out of her. Strangely, Krarg did not take advantage of her helplessness. Instead he stood over her gloating. “Stupid bitch, did you really think you had any chance against me?” He laughed. “Come on. Get up. I’m looking forward to finishing you off.”

“You gutless, bastard,” Zhara gasped, rolling onto her hands and knees. She was still too winded to get to her feet. “I should have known you’d be too cowardly to fight fair.”

"Always with the smart remarks." Krarg stepped forward and kicked her in the ribs, knocking her onto her back. “Come on, get up.” He kicked her again. Zhara rolled away from the kick and struggled to her feet.

Krarg knocked her down again, delivering a blow to her left temple that she could not avoid. Once more she scrambled to her feet. This time his punch landed under her right breast staggering her. It was immediately followed by a blow to her left cheek and then another to her ribs. Krarg pulled his punches, avoiding delivering a knockout blow. Again and again he struck her, rocking her about the enclosure, using her as a human punching bag.

Zhara tried to fight back, but her efforts were weak and ineffectual. The few feeble blows she managed Krarg did not even notice and he continued to pummel her, beating her black and blue. One blow split her lip. Another raised a welt under her left eye. A third closed her right eye. A barrage of other punches hammered her torso, delivering a painful bruising to her ribs and breasts. Only when she began to stagger drunkenly did he cease his brutal attack. Krarg did not want to render her senseless; he had another type of punishment planned for her.

Catching her right arm, he twisted her arm behind her, forcing it up sharply and drawing her into him. “Now Devil bitch,” he said into her ear, “I’m going to strip you and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

Holding her arm in its painful position, he pulled the material covering her shoulder down and over her arm. Within seconds he had bared her arm and shoulder. Then twisting her arm even harder he forced her to her knees and switched arms, slipping her shoulder and arm free of her costume on that side as well. Zhara struggled feebly as her unsupported costume slipped lower, held on only by the swell of her breasts. But the beating had taken too much out of her. Fighting to remain conscious, Zhara could only protest weakly as Krarg undressed her.

“You…bastard,” she gasped. “This is… the only… way … you can get anyone to submit… to you.”

“Actually, bitch. This is the way I prefer my women. Your sister was most enjoyable. I beat her black and blue before I fucked her. But she was such a slut. She enjoyed every minute of it.”

“You…lie. “You took… her by force.”

Krarg laughed. “Doesn’t mean she wasn’t up for it. Your sister was really into rough sex.”

Zhara did not reply. She was doing her best to recover from the violent beating Krarg had laid on her. As her costume was stripped from her body she gathered her resources, preparing for one last desperate attempt to overcome the vicious crime boss. But as if reading her mind, Krarg removed all chances of escape. As he slipped her costume over her hips, he pulled both arms behind her and taking a length of tough cord from his pocket, bound her wrists together.

“No!” Zhara gasped as her last hope of escaping disappeared. Krarg was thorough in his binding of her. Forcing her wrists as high as he could between her shoulders, he looped a second length of rope about her neck. The agonizing position of her arms elicited a grunt of pain from Zhara’s lips. She was forced to hold her arms in the painfully awkward position to avoid strangling herself. While she moaned helplessly, Krarg pulled the rest of her costume down her long tapering legs, finally removing her boots and tossing the garment to one side. She lay naked and pinned beneath the muscular thug, completely at his mercy.

Rising to his feet, Krarg took off his T-shirt and dropped his loose-fitting exercise pants. He was massively erect and ready for some lubrication. He dragged the demoralized heroine into a sitting position. Grabbing her dark mane he tilted her head back and thrust his member toward her lips.

“Take it bitch. I’m sure you remember what to do with it. And don’t forget what happened last time you refused to cooperate.”

Zhara remembered all too well the terrible pain of the flogging Krarg had given her. Almost sobbing, she parted her lips and took him into her mouth.

“Fantastic,” Krarg crowed. “You sure know how to suck. It must run in the family.”

The reminder of what Krarg had done to her sister almost caused Zhara into an act of desperation. For a brief instant she considered sinking her strong white teeth into the thug’s throbbing member, but her courage failed her. Submitting to the will of her conqueror, she let him have his way with her.

Krarg let her stimulate him only until he was thoroughly lubricated. With a groan he pulled out of her mouth. “I’ll let you have another go at that later, babe,” he said. Meantime it I think I’ll park it in your pussy.”

“Please don’t,” the defeated heroine begged. “I’ll suck you. I’m good at it. But please don’t rape me.”

It was the wrong thing to say. If Krarg had any doubts about what he was going to do to her, those words immediately dispelled it. Pushing her to the floor he placed his knee between her thighs and pried her legs apart.

“No!” Zhara cried, in almost irrational terror. “Please don’t rape me!” Lunging wildly she tried to break free of the ropes that bound her wrists, but succeeded only in cutting off her supply of air. While she gasped like a fist, Krarg spread her wide, and pinning her to the floor, parted her vulva with one quick thrust.

“Aahhh! Noooh!” Zhara screamed as she was deflowered.

“Got you now, you bloody bitch!” Krarg roared triumphantly. With brutal deliberation he continued to hammer into her, driving deep within her tight pleasure tunnel. As he ravaged her Zhara screamed again and then again, finally dissolving into sobs as she was completely subjugated. Breathing heavily, Krarg rammed home, his member pistoning in and out of her like the drive rod of a steam engine. His moans joined Zhara’s sobs as his excitement mounted until finally with a cry of pure pleasure he jetted into her.

Pinned beneath the man who had just raped her, Zhara continued to weep. She had now lost everything. There seemed little else that Krarg could possibly do to her to that would degrade her more than this. A few minutes later he proved her wrong.

As Krarg’s breathing returned to normal her rolled off her. He seemed spent, but he was not finished with the superheroine yet. Getting to his feet, he dragged Zhara to her knees by her hair. Whimpering in pain as her hair was almost torn from her scalp, Zhara knelt before him. A few centimeters away from her trembling lips was Krarg’s flaccid penis.

“Now I’m really gonna see how good you are bitch. I want you to revive my cock. And you better be at your best.” Grabbing both her ears he tilted her head and pushed his dripping member toward her waiting lips.

“Mmmph,” Zhara protested as Krarg shoved his abdomen against her face. She almost vomited. She could taste her own blood as Krarg’s phallus filed her mouth. But utterly devastated she closed her lips and bobbed her head in absolute obedience.

“Ohh! That’s perfect,” Krarg groaned. Tears poured from Zhara’s eyes as she sucked on his lifeless member, feeling it slowly stir within her mouth as her stimulation slowly brought it back to life.

“Oh God,” Krarg,” said. “You are a wonder. Better than your sister I think.” His fleshy staff stiffened, increasing in size and length until it completely filled her mouth. He was ready again. Pushing her head way from him he leaned on her, pushing her face first to the floor. Then moving behind her he took out one more length of cord and tying it behind her knees, pulled it forward. Removing the cord that bound her wrists to her throat, he replaced it with the one pulling her knees forward, leaving her kneeling on the floor with her head bent down and her backside curved upward. As Krarg moved behind her, Zhara suddenly understood what he was about to do.

“Nooooh!” she shrieked. “Not that! Please not that!”

Krarg laughed. “Told you I was going to screw your sweet ass. Weren’t you listening?”

“No!” Zhara reiterated. “You can’t do this to me!”

“But I am doing it.” Krarg chuckled. He placed his hands on her silk- smooth backside. “Chawitlxe could I have a little lubricant?”

“As you wish friend Krarg. Where would you like it?”

“In her ass…Her anus,” said Krarg.

“Interesting. I did not think it possible for Terrans to propagate in that manner.”

A metal tentacle dropped from the roof. Moving to Zhara’s tight anus it exuded a thin stream of cool liquid into her anal cavity.

“No please,” Zhara begged, more quietly this time. “I don’t deserve this. You have no right.”

“I make things right,” answered Krarg. He flipped something over her head.

“No! No! N….Mmmmpph!” Zhara’s protests were suddenly muffled as the ball gag was secured.

“That’s not for you, Devil bitch. That’s for me. The last time you and I made love you screamed so much you almost ruptured my eardrums. And this is going to hurt even more. A lot more. Have fun.”

Mmmppphhh!” Zhara screamed horribly, to rather tried to. The gag stifled most of her shrieks of pain as Krarg shoved his engorged shaft into her tight sphincter. As Krarg had promised it hurt. It hurt more than she would have believed. Tears of pain, rage, and humiliation flowed down her cheeks as he pumped remorselessly into her. She writhed in agony, straining futilely against the ropes that bound her as her assailant’s brutal lance ripped her open. Repeatedly Krarg thrust into the agonized heroine, shifting his hands to her dancing breasts and crushing the soft quivering flesh between his powerful fingers even as he ravaged her.

Krarg’s assault was frenzied. He seemed almost possessed as he pounded her into sexual submission. All his hatred of the heroine who had dared to oppose him seemed to come out as he punished her. “Fucking bitch,” he swore. “Rob me of one of the best whores I ever had. Destroy my business. How do you like it now that you’ve replaced your sister? This is going to be your life from now on. My personal plaything. In a few weeks you’re gonna look on this as a warm-up exercise.”

“Mmmmpppphhh!” Zhara screamed as he hilted her. She was in absolute agony, the shaft of the villain buried within her, and the tissues of her rectum torn and bleeding. Krarg seemed inexhaustible, ravishing her for over an hour before finally blasting his semen into her.

“I’ll be back, bitch,” he gasped as he pulled himself off her. “In the meantime enjoy what the Nxcathans have planned for you. I’m sure it will be something special.”

Zhara lay on the floor of the chamber and wept into the gag. She was beaten. There seemed no way out of her predicament. Krarg would have her as he had said. But only when the Nxcathans were through with her. And then the Terran empire would be doomed as well.

“What are you thinking, superheroine? I’m sure it must be quite interesting. Your psionic activity was quite impressive during your last session with friend Krarg. Apparently there is something about the act of procreation that greatly intensifies it.”

Still bound and gagged, Zhara could hardly follow what the Nxcathan was talking about, but slowly it percolated into her consciousness. “Psionic activity?” Chawitlxe must have been monitoring her reactions during the entire brutal and sordid ordeal. There was something important about that, but its implications escaped her at the moment. Her mind, still reeling from the nightmare of anal rape could not come to grips with it. And then Chawitlxe took her mind off the topic completely.

Mechanical arms seized her limbs and she was pulled erect. As before a tube was inserted into her stomach via her sinus passages and she was pumped full of the mixture of healing elixir and food. Her strength returned and then she was thoroughly washed by jets of warm water mixed with streams of soap. The crude ropes that Krarg had bound her with were removed, but not the gag. Zhara considered that a bad sign, but there was nothing she could do about it. As she stood shivering in the chamber, water streaming from her glistening nude body she wondered what was in store for her next.

Suddenly she felt herself falling. At least that was the sensation that registered on her, and then she understood. The Nxcathans had turned on an artificial gravity field, reducing the gravity to a level they were used to. Eyes wide, Zhara looked around her. She could not move. Chawitlxe had replaced the ropes with his own restraints. Her arms were pulled out to the side and held in placed by two metal clamps attached to gleaming rods that extended from the ceiling. Her legs were secured in a similar manner, locked in placed by multijointed apparatus that emerged from the floor. Helplessly she waited to see what new torment awaited her.

The temperature of the chamber dropped. Trembling partly in fear and partly from the cold Zhara wondered at the change. Before the temperature of the chamber had always been a bit too warm, probably to allow for the fact that she was nude most of the time, but now it was positively chilly. Goosebumps appeared on her skin, and her nipples stiffened. Was it the intention of the Nxcathans to freeze her to death?

A very slight noise to her left caught her attention. A large door slid open in the featureless wall. Her eyes widened and she swallowed – hard. A frightening apparition emerged from the dark opening. It stood about eight feet high and resembled very much a terrestrial spider. It had a dozen multijointed appendages. Four of them, close to the front of the body seemed to serve as arms, having multifingered hands of at least six digits. The other eight served as legs; each one ending in claw-like feet.

The entire body of the beast was covered with stiff bristle-like hairs. But the hair appeared stiff like the needles of cacti, rather than soft and furry. The body itself was large and bloated and bounced as it moved. At the front were a large number of eyes mounted on stalks. Below the eyes were several large mandibles curved like tongs. Bouncing below the mouth was a long tube resembling a thick piece of hose. The entire creature was a peculiar shade of pink, a most unseemly colour for so frightening a monster. Zhara’s heart began to beat so quickly that she feared she would faint. It was her first look at a Nxcathan and she was scared to death.

In spite of its apparent bulk, the creature moved quite gracefully, its numerous legs propelling it smoothly across the room until it was right up against the enclosure that served as Zhara’s prison. And then the enclosure opened to let it in and Chawitlxe’s thoughts filled her mind.

“I thought it might be interesting to see the effect on your psionic abilities if we participated directly in the process of testing you. It will be most intriguing to see how your mind reacts when we duplicate the sexual acts that friend Krarg performed on you. We have kept you gagged because it was observed that you become rather exited when stimulated sexually and Nxcathans have rather sensitive hearing organs.”

As the bizarre creature’s thoughts echoed in her skull, Zhara began to tremble violently; so much so that it was almost as if she was suffering an epileptic seizure. “Oh my god, no!” she thought. “This can’t be happening!”

Mmmppphh!” she protested as the Nxcathan’s fingers swept over her body. “Mmmmpppphhhh!” She was absolutely terrified. How much more of this could she take?”

She teetered on the edge of complete panic, her skin quivering in revulsion at the spidery touch of the Nxcathan’s fingers. She was going to be raped again, and this time by a creature so frighteningly repulsive that it almost defied description. The monster towered over her, its dozens of fingers stroking her body. A few centimeters away the gaping tooth-filled mouth dripped saliva and the smell of the extra-terrestrial invaded her nostrils.

“MMMPPPPHHH!” Had she not been gagged the scream would probably have burst Chawitlxe’s eardrums. If he had eardrums.

“No need to be frightened, superheroine. I am not going to eat you. Just stimulate you the way friend Krarg did. I am sure it will not be much different from what you are used to. After all, my sexual appendage is quite similar to his even if it is a little larger.”

Zhara was close to fainting from fright. She had never been so frightened in all of her existence. She now understood what the tube hanging below Chawitlxe’s mouth was. It was a monstrous appendage, fully as long as her forearm and thicker than her ankle. Unable to speak she could only struggle frantically as the Nxcathan’s disgusting body moved closer. It emitted a smell like rotting garbage. Zhara had no idea what the Nxcathan’s diet might be but whatever it was its breath stank abominably.

But it was the touch of the monster that most distressed her. The many fingered hands were all over her body, touching probing, stroking. The fingers hesitated over her breasts, teasing the nipples as kneading the soft flesh.

“Interesting sexual apparatus. It seems so strange to feed the young that way. Surely laying the eggs on a host would be so much more efficient.”

Zhara shuddered. A number of Terrans had met a horrible death as the host for Nxcathan young. Paralyzed by a poisonous bite they had the eggs laid by Nxcathans implanted within them. When the infant Nxcathans had hatched out they had devoured their Terran hosts alive. Was that to be her fate? Was she to serve as food for infant Nxcathans after Chawitlxe had finished experimenting on her? The vision was horrible beyond belief; much worse than what Krarg had promised her.

“So soft and pulpy. It is amazing that your species has achieved so much with such a primitive and poorly adapted body. It really is quite repulsive. But in the interests of Nxcathan science we will have to make a small sacrifice.”

The apparatus holding Zhara began to move. Slowly the metal restraints holding her arms moved downward and those holding her ankles moved upward. In a short time she was suspended upside down, her legs spread wide. Looming above her vulnerable vulva was Chawitlxe’s huge sexual apparatus.

“MMMPPPPHHH!” Zhara screamed beneath the gag. She twisted her in a frenzied attempt to escape, her wrists and ankles losing skin as she fought to tear loose from the shackles. Chawitlxe’s arms gripped her thighs, the thousands of needle-like hairs on his arms ripping into her. She screeched with pain, the gag muffling the sound. And then Chawitlxe’s enormous sex organ parted her vulval lips.

Had she been able to scream, the sound would certainly have done what Chawitlxe said it would; damaged his hearing organs. But the gag swallowed up the sound. As pain filled her nether region she could only writhe in hideous torment, her vagina penetrated far beyond that which was normal. Incredible, Chawitlxe buried his immense shaft two-thirds of its length into her.

“You do make a fuss, superheroine. Your psionic pulses have doubled in intensity. It is certainly fortunate that they are kept firmly under control.”

Zhara was not interested in her psionic pulses. She was experiencing the most terrible pain as the Nxcathan’s huge organ impaled her. The alien drove straight into her. There was no thrusting in and out, just a steady penetration deep within her. She moaned in agony certain that her internal sexual organs were being destroyed.

“Does it hurt, superheroine? You certainly seem much less heroic than we thought you would be. No more than a normal human in fact. It may interest you to know that you are now performing a valuable service for the Nxcathan Empire. We are the last of our kind, but before this experiment we fertilized several dozen eggs. We are now going to implant these within your womb. In a few days you should produce a fine new brood. The first the new Nxcathans that will use your psionic powers to destroy your race.”

Through the terrible haze of pain that enshrouded her loins, the Nxcathan’s words sank in. Chawitlxe’s continual use of the term “we” had caused her to assume that there was more than one Nxcathan. The Terran destruction of the Nxcathans had been greater than imagined. Chawitlxe was the only one left. But being endowed with both male and female sex organs the Nxcathan had fertilized itself. It now needed only a host to lay the fertilized eggs. To her new horror she realized that she was to be that host. And she knew what happened to Nxcathan hosts.

“Mmmppphh!” she protested. The fate was almost too horrible to contemplate. Soon she would be bursting with spider-like Nxcathan hatchlings. And then they would begin to feed. Sobbing in horror, she hung limply as Chawitlxe pumped egg after egg into her. She was doomed. Nothing could save her now.