The Adventures of Red Devil

Chapter 4 Deviled Eggs

Zhara rubbed her hand over her swollen belly. Her beautiful figure was gone. She looked as if she had swallowed a beach ball. Above her distended belly her engorged breasts resembled two footballs. If was a dramatic and sudden transformation, brought on by the rapid growth of the Nxcathan’s eggs within her; a situation Chawitlxe found most pleasing.

“You are making excellent progress. Thirty five eggs were deposited in your womb and it appears from your condition that all are doing well. It is unfortunate that we did not realize how well suited human females were as receptacles for our eggs. Had we only known we could have made better use of those we captured. Perhaps we will leave a few hundred thousand humans alive after we destroy their empire. It will greatly facilitate out breeding program. We are looking forward to the day when the first hatchlings appear.”

“And begin using me as food,” Zhara thought hopelessly. She had given up all hope of escaping. How could she when her body resembled that of a bloated cow? In a day or so the eggs would begin to hatch and when they did she would be eaten alive. The transformation her body had undergone had been rapid and demoralizing. Nxcathan eggs grew rapidly, much faster than human fetuses. Inside of a week she had gained fifty pounds, aided by a nutrient supplement that Chawitlxe had pumped into her.

Carefully she eased her body onto the bed. That had been one improvement. Chawitlxe actually took care to see that she was comfortable now. He or she (it?) did not want anything to disturb the development first new Nxcathan generation. But boredom was a real problem. There was nothing to do except sit all day long and watch her belly grow. There was not even Krarg to provide an unpleasant distraction.

She had not seen the thug since the day Chawitlxe had laid his eggs in her. That was one other thing at least. Chawitlxe had no intention of allowing her to be raped while his brood grew within her. Thirty five eggs! Small wonder her belly resembled a moon!

Suddenly she felt a sharp movement within her and the area between her legs was very wet as a great mass of fluid erupted from her vagina. “Oh no!” she exclaimed. “It’s started!” Then there was a stabbing pain within her unlike anything she had felt before. Gasping she clutched at the sheets waiting for it to pass, but instead it got worse.

“So it has begun. The birth of a new generation of Nxcathans. You will be honoured as the mother of the Nxcathan race.”

“Uunnggh!” Zhara grunted as her uterus contracted, beginning the expulsion of the first mature Nxcathan egg. The pain was terrible, rippling through her abdomen like a wave and paralyzing all other action. She lay on the bed, knees bent and legs spread wide, her breath coming in deep gasps.

A whirring sound alerted her to the movement of the restraints, but there was nothing she could do to avoid them. From the floor four articulated limbs emerged and locked onto her wrists and ankles, completely immobilizing her.

“It’s not as if I am going anywhere,” thought Zhara, wondering at the need to restrain her. “I’m helpless in this condition.”

“Unngghh!” She grunted again. This time more loudly. Something was moving inside her, forced out by the powerful contractions of her birth canal. She gritted her teeth trying to fight back the pain as the first of the brood within her moved toward the outside world.

“Oh God,” she groaned. “I can’t hold it!” She opened her mouth and screamed as the thing within her slowly but steadily worked its way down her birth canal. It seemed huge; far beyond what she would have believed and it was stretching her impossibly.

“Does the screaming help? You seem to do a great deal of it. I would have thought that it would make no difference. But then we are only just beginning to properly understand the human mind. By the way, your psionic response is most interesting. I believe this will help us even more than studying what occurred during the sex act.”

Zhara was too busy dealing with the pain to reply. But one thing stuck in her mind. Apparently her psionic powers were amplified during times of great stress or sexual activity. She was still helpless, of course, but something nagged at her mind. Something she knew was important but could not quite grasp due to the painful distraction of giving birth.

The thing when it emerged resembled a slime covered football. It was not surprising that it had hurt. It was larger than the head of any Terran baby.

Covered in sweat, and panting like a dog, Zhara got no respite. Even as the thing within the large egg scrabbled to emerge from its cocoon, a second one was on its way, racking her body with further contractions.

“Excellent. Only thirty four more to go. You have done well, heroine. Perhaps you will be allowed to live to further serve the needs of the Nxcathan Empire.”

Zhara’s eyes were fixed on the thing that had just emerged from her birth canal. Even in shape it resembled a football, being tapered at both ends. As she watched in horror a razor edged talon cut through it from inside peeling it open like a ripe fruit. What came out was a miniature version of Chawitlxe, but it was black rather than the strange pink colour of the adult. In every way it resembled a huge many-legged spider.

“Aaahhhh!” Zhara screamed. But this was a scream of terror not pain. The newborn Nxcathan had scrambled from between her legs, and was climbing her rounded abdomen, digging it tiny claws into her flesh to maintain its footing. Unerringly it came straight for her grossly swollen breasts, and clamping all of it limbs on her engorged left globe, it sank its teeth into the nipple.

“Aaaaagggghhh!” Zhara shrieked as the tooth-filled mouth clamped onto her nipple and areola. Horrified she writhed in pain as the spidery monster began to feed.

“We thought it might be useful to use all of your human assets, heroine. We have instructed the hatchling to feed at your milk glands rather than devouring you as is the norm. It seems well satisfied with the substitution.”

Zhara screamed again. The nightmare she was undergoing seemed never-ending. The pain and humiliation she was forced to endure were beyond anything she could have imagined. But helpless to do anything about it, she could only writhe helplessly as her pain-racked body was subjected to the most brutal ordeal.

It took thirty hours for her to deliver all of the Nxcathan young. Thirty hours of sweat-drenched agony as egg after egg moved down her birth canal. Thirty hours of enduring the sucking of each new hatchling as it went immediately to her breasts and suckled until it was engorged with milk. The only thing that sustained her through it was the nutrient fluid that Chawitlxe occasionally injected into her. When it was over, she was too exhausted to move. Lying with her eyes closed, only the heaving of her bosom and the panting of her breath indicated that she was still alive.

Zhara was not only alive, she was conscious. Her ordeal was over – for now. She had given birth to thirty five Nxcathan spiderlings, an experience so painful that there was no way of describing it adequately. But perhaps more importantly she had learned something about herself. During the height of the ordeal, when the pain was at its greatest, she had experienced a moment of calm. For a short interval the pain that racked her body subsided and she was able to think clearly. She could feel the flow of her psionic power. It was weak, but it was there, probably stimulated by the frightful ordeal she was being subjected to. She now knew what she had to do in order to escape. She shuddered just thinking about it. It would be very hard, but it was the only way to escape from her brutal trial and save the Terran Empire. It was a difficult and degrading choice, but it was one she had to make.