Phantom Girl and the Tri-Seeder Nest

by Scarlet

WARNING: This story contains sexual situations and violence (nc, G.O.T. [alien creature mating/vore]). It is to be read by adults only. If this sort of material is not to your liking, then read no further. Phantom Girl, Ultra Boy, Lighting Lad, Cosmic Boy, Brianiac 5, and other members of the Legion of Super-Heroes are Trademarked characters (DC Comics) used in this not-for-profit fan-fiction; no Trademark infringement is intended. NOTE: Click on the images to see full-size versions. p.s. Terra is Earth; interstellar civilization favored the Latin word over the English designation.

Chapter 1. Space Chase

“Where are you trying to run to, Rogg Jarlson?” Tinya Wazzo muttered softly as she watched the lighted symbol on her heads-up display, a symbol representing the unique transponder signal from the Crime Combine cruiser she was in close pursuit of, veer suddenly to the right. “There aren’t any space ports in that sector of the galaxy!” Tinya, better known as Phantom Girl of the Legion of Super-Heroes, adjusted the course of her two-person Legion patrol ship to match Jarlson’s vector.

“Space bilge!” Tinya spat with disgust as she noted the small yellow disk visibly increasing in size through the patrol ship’s canopy, just past asteroids that were unusual in being so far from a planetary system, and then frowned as she glanced back to the empty seat behind her before fingering the computer terminal on the ship’s dashboard. “It looks like the star trash I’m chasing are making for…let’s see…what system are you yellow sun…Sargon! Obviously they would rather make their stand planet-side…even without a spaceport to make safe landing at…than wait for me to take out their rockets with my blast pulse rays and tractor beam them to Terra Port. I’ve got a bad feeling about this, which is at least partly due to having to take on a crew that likely numbers around a dozen on my own. This is a bad time for the Legion to be shorthanded!”

Tinya shrugged her shoulders as she thought about Terra’s, and thus the Legion’s, current situation. Last year a plague had struck the planet. Millions of humans had died, mostly males. Even worse, all of the animals on the planet that mankind had depended on for food supply had died of the same plague. Furthermore, the rest of the several hundred member worlds of the United Planets had refused to provide any real help, pointing out that they didn’t have excess food supplies sufficient to make any real impact with respect to Terra’s food shortage. It had been a rough year, but intensified plant cultivation, combined with increased immigration to colonies, had been enough to avoid even a single human being on Terra dying from starvation.

Despite that good fortune, it seemed Terrans were not inclined to feel blessed. The population was demanding meat at any cost. Sure, humans could live long healthy lives without meat-based protein. Scientists had presented plenty of evidence that this was the case, but the vast majority of Terrans weren’t ready to listen to facts. Medical professionals could prove the cravings for meat most humans felt were purely psychological, but that proof didn’t make the cravings go away. Now Terran citizens were demanding a vote on whether to implement the one easy solution to the meat shortage they had left—gynophagia!

“Frigging gynophagia!” Tinya hissed softly as she noted that the cruiser was still making a beeline for the Sargon system. “It’s the frigging 31^st Century and people want to vote on using people as meat animals…as livestock!” The raven-tressed heroine with the fancy ‘big-hair’ hairdo frowned. Her mother, the great Winema Wazzo, current President of the United Planets, had explained it to her. The Terrans wanted to set up a volunteer system…primarily facilitated by a lottery…where the randomly selected humans would be processed for consumption by other humans. Because the humans were volunteering to risk the chance of becoming meat animals by entering themselves in the lottery it wasn’t cannibalism, it was gynophagia. Naturally, the supporters of the gynophagia referendum were also hoping they would get a small portion of the population who just plain volunteered to become livestock out of a sense of patriotism, or to show civic leadership.

Her mother had claimed that gynophagia had been practiced by at least some Terrans since at least the 20^th Century. Throughout history, most of the human meat animals had been female, and because the male population had been hit so hard by the plague, the gynophagia promoters were claiming that the rest of the male population needed to be preserved as breeders; therefore, under their proposal, only females would be accepted as lottery entries or volunteer meat animals if the gynophagia supporters won the vote. Space bilge! It was just plain sexist! By the Universal Force, her mother didn’t even seem bothered by the idea of state-sanctioned gynophagia, and hadn’t said a word about the proposed gender discrimination. Under Tinya’s mother’s leadership, the United Planets was even considering supporting the Terran citizens’ right to vote on the matter!

Tinya grinned wryly. She shouldn’t have felt surprised about her mother’s attitude. When the Wazzos had first come to Terra, with Winema as a United Planets Ambassadorial Senator at the time, Tinya had heard her mother tell her friends that she had attended meetings of a Terran social organization called Club X. Based on what young teen Tinya had overheard, her mother had actually been entered into death games at the Saturday night social gatherings by her male escorts, and had attended some largely secret exotic barbecue feasts the following day. At the time, her mother was strongly considering marrying into the club, which would have gained her social prestige and political connections. It was only later that Tinya had learned that the meat used at the Sunday Club X barbecues was the death game losers, for Club X had long practiced gynophagia. Thus, the fate of becoming barbecue meat very well could have included her own mother had not the Universal Force guided Winema to find different social circles, which ultimately led to the Presidency.

Phantom Girl shook her head as she made a small course adjustment to keep on beam with the Crime Combine’s ship, and considered the conundrum facing the Legion, which miraculously had suffered no losses from the plague. The Legion of Super-Heroes could move their headquarters to another planet if Terra did vote for gynophagia. Very few of their members were Terran born. Heck, Tinya and her mother were from the planet Bgtzl. The plague and therefore the proposed solution to the meat shortage it had caused had been limited to Terra, so moving off planet made sense. However, unless the United Planets moved the presidential palace and legislature building off world, Tinya didn’t think the Legion would out-migrate. And then there was the question of the Legion’s position as role models for the general public. If the vote occurred and gynophagia became planetary practice, would the Legion of Super-Heroes feel the need to support the practice—support the practice by having their female members enter themselves into the lotteries, or even volunteer to become livestock?

“Frigging livestock to be butchered and consumed by other people!” Tinya spat softly as she arrived at the crux of the problem and the reason for the Legion’s current shorthanded state. The Legion was assembled on Terra discussing the issue now. Or at least the male members were discussing the issue, which likely spoke volumes for the future of the female members if gynophagia became planetary practice. She and her female colleagues had all been sent out on missions while the boys decided their fate, something she and many of the other girls were not happy about. To make things worse, Superboy and, at Superboy’s insistence, Supergirl had retired from the Legion and returned to their own time zones as soon as the gynophagia proposal had been raised. Phantom Girl shook her head, knowing THAT probably meant Superboy, whose time travels included centuries beyond the 31^st, knew the new law would be put to a vote and pass.

“Phantom Girl to Legion headquarters,” Tinya spoke tersely after turning the interstellar communicator on, “come in please.”

“Braniac here, Tinya,” Querl Dox’s voice answered through the speaker. Phantom Girl was a little surprised that the current leader of the Legion of Super-Heroes was pulling communications duty. “Have you captured Jarlson’s cruiser yet?”

“No, Brainy, but I’m still breathing his rocket fumes,” Tinya replied with a smirk on her face. “It looks like he isn’t going to make it easy for me. He appears to be looking for a friendly rock to land on in Sargon system. Never heard of the star system myself! Any info? Also, is Terra going to vote on the gynophagia referendum, and have we decided how the Legion will respond if they do and it passes?”

“Let me check the data banks for Sargon system, Phantom Girl,” Brainiac 5’s voice replied with characteristic formality. “It’s not fully decided, but it does look like it will go to a vote. The United Planets has issued support not only for the vote, but for the referendum itself. Solves lots of problems for them! The Legion will stay on Terra if the United Planets keeps Terra as its capital. We are still debating on whether the Legion will embrace the referendum, and all that that entails. We realize you girls are concerned, given that the referendum, as written, proposes that only United Planets’ citizens of female gender between ages 18 and 35 living on or visiting Terra will be allowed, more specifically encouraged but not required, to enter the lottery they propose to set up. I will have an alternative solution to the meat situation as soon as possible…likely within a few years to a decade.”

“Embrace the referendum!” Tinya hissed back with a mixture of anger and horror. “Have you boys been breathing space vacuum? If we embrace the referendum, that means we are embracing state-sanctioned gynophagia and the Legion will feel it necessary for us girls to be role models and enter their damn lottery…at least periodically. Even if you eventually solve the problem, Querl, within a few years more than a few of us girls will end up as livestock waiting for the butcher. I’m not some cow or pig waiting to become chops and steaks!”

“Understood, Phantom Girl,” Brainiac 5 replied without emotion. “You females are understandably concerned. I will try to rectify the meat shortage situation as soon as possible should the referendum pass, as all data indicates it will. I’m getting a read back on Sargon system now.”

“Understandably concerned!” Tinya spat back and then bit her lower lip. “By the Universal Force….”

“You have a wave off, Phantom Girl,” Brainiac 5 suddenly interrupted. “If Jarlson planets in Sargon system, cease pursuit and return to headquarters for another assignment. The system hosts a lifeform hostile to female gender. You must not risk contact with this indigenous lifeform. Respond!”

“Wave off!” Tinya roared angrily. “I’ve been chasing this bunch for three days. They ARE setting down…on Sargon II. Readings show it hot but the atmosphere is seventy percent Terra normal. Look! I don’t know what this hostile lifeform is, but it can’t do anything worse to me than I’m likely to get on Terra after gynophagia is the norm. I’m setting down to make my arrests. Tell Ultra Boy I’ll see him soon. Phantom Girl out!”

“Negative, Phantom Girl!” Brainiac 5’s voice came over the com with uncharacteristic fervor. “Wave Off!”

Tinya switched the communicator off and began plotting orbital insertion for Sargon II as she noted the Crime Combine cruiser begin its landing descent. Phantom Girl was so perturbed by Brainiac’s news that she could hardly follow standard landing procedures. As an added distraction, the communicator had auto-switched back on and was auto-broadcasting a message from a United Planets’ satellite beacon orbiting Sargon II—“Alert, alert, alert! This planet is off limits to all creatures of female gender. Alert, Alert, Alert! If you are of female gender, change course away from second planet, Sargon system. Alert, alert, alert! Sargon II has indigenous species which may endanger, destroy, or infect creatures of female gender, Alert, alert, alert! Any female creatures departing Sargon II must report to nearest United Planets’ space facility for post-exposure quarantine.”

Somehow, despite the blaring warning, Tinya had managed a perfect landing only a few kilometers from the much larger Crime Combine cruiser. Tinya immediately stripped off her spacesuit and stepped out of the Legion patrol ship. The five-foot-six-inch-tall 131-pound raven-haired blue-eyed fair-skinned fine-featured twenty-year-old female was clearly of Terran stock, as were all natives of the planet Bgtzl. Phantom Girl was dressed in her trademark white bell-bottomed unitard with its abundant cutouts to display her flawless skin.

As Phantom Girl noted the sandy terrain that wouldn’t be particularly friendly to her high-heeled ankle boots, she tightened her belt featuring silver half spheres as ornaments before strapping the twin stun gun belt above it. In her mood, it was unlikely she would use the weapons, and would likely rely on her own special skills.

Tinya grinned at the thought of her special skills. As a native of the planet Bgtzl, Phantom Girl could phase all or any part of her body into an intangible and translucent phantom state. She could pass through solid objects and her phased body would disrupt mechanical electrical systems. Yes, in her mood, she wouldn’t rely on stun guns. She would make all but her fists and feet intangible and knock the crap out of Jarlson’s men. Tinya pulled her Legion flight ring from her finger and dropped it into a small compartment in the Legion patrol ship so that its delicate components wouldn’t get damaged during the fisticuffs. The Crime Combine crew, space pirates all, didn’t stand a chance!

Upon reaching the Crime Combine cruiser, decorated by the skull and crossbones loathed throughout the galaxy, Phantom Girl examined an abundance of boot tracks leading away from the ship towards a group of hilly mounds at the base of a small mountain range that marked the edge of the broad flat desert they had landed in. Tinya peered at the sand dune ridges between her and the mounds and frowned. The inter-dune depressions would provide a series of ambush opportunities, and the dunes themselves guaranteed she would have sand in her boots before her uncomfortably hot trek in the planet’s thin atmosphere was done. She glanced at the cruiser. Tinya was sure the ship was empty and that all hands were on ambush duty. With grim resolve on her face, Phantom Girl began following the tracks to a certain confrontation with some of the worst characters the galaxy had to offer. She kept herself ready to phase to intangibility at the first movement or sound.

It was a long hot hike that didn’t end until Phantom Girl climbed to the top of the last sand dune before the rocky mound hills. There below her stood ten armed space pirates, all males of one species or another, and an enforcer bot. The Crime Combine space trash was not even trying to hide!

“Drop your weapons and deactivate the robot, Jarlson!” Phantom Girl called out loudly to the handsome human in the center of the group dressed in tight blue yellow-striped pants, a red-shirt with round yellow decorations, a blue open-topped hood, and blue cuff gloves. The man had already plucked an energy beam pistol of strange design from his yellow utility belt. Most of the other crewman, a variety of alien types, were carrying standard blaster pistols. The bright green enforcer bot had a heavy-duty shoulder-mounted blast cannon pointed directly at her. “I’m Phantom Girl and I’m arresting you for a long list of crimes against the United Planets under authority granted me as a member of the Legion of Super-Heroes. Stand down. Those blasters you’re waving are no threat to me.”

“Yeah, we know who you are, Phantom Girl,” Rogg Jarlson replied smugly as he grinned up at the pretty athletic-but-buxom white-clad raven-haired girl above him. “We managed to eavesdrop on your transmission with the smart kid at Legion HQ. Seems to me, you have enough problems brewing back home that you don’t need any more from us. We are not surrendering, so turn tail and go back to your ship and light rockets out of here. If you don’t, you won’t be worrying about whose going to make a meal of you back on Terra. That was your only warning, frail!”

“The Legion always gets the bad guy, Jarlson,” Tinya hissed loudly, red faced with anger, as she drew her right stunner from its holster, “regardless of distractions on the home front! This frail is about to kick you and you’re crew’s sexist asses…right after I phase through the bot to fry its circuits.”

“You heard the bitch, boys!” Rogg Jarlson replied with a broad grin on his face. “Fill the air with blaster fire for precisely the next five seconds, and then we’ll take her hand-to-hand.”

Phantom Girl willed herself intangible and took aim at Jarlson with her stun pistol while a huge bolt from the bot’s blaster cannon passed through her, followed by smaller blaster beams from Jarlson’s alien crewmen. Tinya fired, but the space trash’s leader had already made a wild dive behind the enforcer bot, her stun beam passing just behind him. Phantom Girl raced towards the robot as she unleashed more stun beams down the line of crewmen, watching with satisfaction as three dropped limply to the ground.

Seeing the Legionnaire’s fire now targeting the far end of his line of crewmen, and having reached the end of his five count, Rogg Jarlson popped to the side of his enforcer bot, aimed, and fired. As yellow rings of energy, which expanded in circumference as they floated away from his gun barrel, approached Phantom Girl, Jarlson screamed, “Cease fire! She’s ours to play with!”

Phantom Girl whipped her stun gun barrel back towards Jarlson, only then noticing the approaching yellow rings of energy that were now too wide in circumference to dodge. “What the…?” Tinya screamed as she concentrated on remaining in her phased intangible state, only to feel a strong tingling jolt of electronic energy flood through her body. Phantom Girl gasped in astonishment and shocking pain as she dropped to the ground, as tangible as any other human being, and blacked out.

Chapter 2. Staked Out Before the Tri-seeder Nest

“OHHHhhhh uhhhhhh!” Phantom Girl groaned as she slowly became aware of her tingling body and badly aching head. “What…frigging…happened?”

“I’m afraid I did, Phantom Girl,” Rogg Jarlson chuckled softly as he sneered downward at the famous Legionnaire. “I hit you with a multi-phasic tingler. You were out of phase with this dimension, but so were my energy rings. I knew just what weapon I needed to ensure my freedom after we intercepted your communication to Legion HQ. Haven’t you junior lawmen learned to use codenames yet? No matter. You’re not becoming a human apparition again! Not while you’re wearing that neural inhibitor collar!”

Tinya’s head popped up with astonishment on her face as she heard Jarlson’s proclamation at virtually the same time that she realized that she was laying face up with her back and butt on a slightly raised circular sandstone platform in a spread-eagled position, her ankles and wrists chained to posts. More troublingly, she also realized that, except for the neural inhibitor collar, she was naked! “My clothes! Who? Did anybody…?” Phantom Girl gasped out as she stared at the semicircle of male crewmen around her, many holding items that she had been wearing or equipped with, and at least two of which were pointing holographic recorders at her.

“I stripped you myself, PG,” Jarlson announced with a mischievous grin on his face as he nodded to the white unitard draped over a frame to one side of the amphitheater-like rock formation Tinya was bound in the center of. “And no, neither I nor any of my men raped you. Don’t look so disappointed! We wanted to, but in this setting that wouldn’t have been a healthy thing to do…for us and you. More than a few of us groped you though.”

“Hugggh, hugggh, hugggh!” the naked reptilian alien, a Zacathan Tinya thought, to Jarlson’s right laughed before adding. “Crew consensus, you have nice milk bags, President’s daughter.”

“Yes, she does, doesn’t she…for the moment, Zorress,” Jarlson concurred with obvious sarcasm. “Now that my first mate has voiced his approval, Miss Wazzo, I have a question. Have you ever thought about getting yourself debreasted? I heard it is all the rage in Metropolis. Doesn’t every frail on Terra want to turn her knockers into clothing accessories?”

“Some girls do,” Tinya admitted while blushing badly before lying baldly, “but I’ve never given it much consideration.” The truth was, Tinya had been tempted to pay to get the rather expensive body modification treatment after she had mistakenly thought her boyfriend, Jo Nah, better known as her teammate Ultra Boy, preferred breastless girls. Fortunately, the misunderstanding had been cleared up before her contract with the body modification clinic technician had been signed; once THOSE contracts went into effect, a girl’s breasts were guaranteed to be sent to the tannery!

Tinya had learned that lesson on her sixteenth birthday, the same year she had joined the Legion, when her mother had taken her on a very special shopping trip to Maxey’s, a well-known outlet for ‘real-breast’ clothing accessories. Winema Wazzo had used her influence to get the two of them into the back room, where about a dozen models stood topless, waiting to be summoned onto the sales floor to serve as props for the salesgirls to use in enticing customers into purchasing pre-manufactured ‘real-breast’ handbags, makeup bags, and other such items. The models were paid hourly for serving as sales props, but young Tinya had misunderstood and thought she was selecting the girl who would provide her handbag to be.

The young debutante had chosen a smoking hot looking blonde’s perfect-shaped left D-cup to become her birthday handbag. The blonde had protested, but Winema had insisted that the girl would provide a pair of handbags for herself and her daughter. The sales manager had produce a pre-signed contract and store security had led the blonde, trailed by Tinya and her mother, to a waiting breast guillotine. When the D-cups were under the blade, with Winema and Tinya each pinching a nipple, her mother had let Tinya herself push the blade release button. The debreasted blonde looked a bit shocked a split second later, but not too disappointed despite the obvious agony emanating from her chest wounds. She and her mother had spent the rest of the day following the soon hollowed out breast skins from one manufacturing station to another.

Phantom Girl blushed badly as she realized Jarlson was grinning at her as if he were reading her thoughts, and forced her flashback reverie to end. She heard skittering sounds to her rear, and, dipping her head downward, managed an upside down view of the high rock face behind her. There was a U-shaped opening to a cave in the center rear of the rock face behind her, and the rock formation curved to the right and left to make the semi-circular amphitheater in which the round sandstone platform that she was suspended over was centered. Tinya stared forward and saw a shallow step-like structure between her widespread feet.

Phantom Girl suddenly realized two things: this was a place of ritual, and her widespread legs put her vulva in easy view of the males before her, as well as their holographic recorders, and gave the males easy access to her womanhood if they decided to use it. Tinya heard the skittering sound behind her again, and added mentally, or easy access to anything else…including the reason for the United Planets’ embargo on visitors of female gender. “Jarlson, what the hell is this place?” Phantom Girl barked forcefully. “Answer me, and then explain why you have me staked out like this. You can’t leave me here! I’ll die of thirst within days! You don’t have murder on your list of criminal offenses yet…at least as far as I know.”

“Then I’m afraid you don’t know as much as I thought you did, PG,” Jarlson replied in a threatening tone and with a mean grin on his face. “This little setup we have here has been used time and time again to get rid of troublemakers like you, Phantom Girl. It’s similar to the old anthill stakeouts they used in the deserts of old Terra, only the insects are bigger and they do more than bite and sting. You see, we’ve staked you out before the main entrance to a tri-seeder nest. You can hear them in the hill behind you, which is honeycombed to a depth of several hundred feet below land surface with tri-seeder burrows. They know you’re here waiting for them. They’re just a bit shy at first, hoping us undesirable males will go away and leave you to their tender attention. We’re going to be stubborn and watch you go through the cycle with at least the first one. We won’t have to wait much longer before whichever one has been chosen to scout you out skitters out of that hole behind you.”

“Tri-seeders?” Phantom Girl rasped softly as she blushed badly, knowing the terror she felt was showing on her face despite her desire to hide it. “What the hell are they? What do you mean you’re going to watch me go through the cycle? What cycle?”

“Ahhh, here we go,” Jarlson chortled jubilantly as he smirked down at Phantom Girl. “There’s one at the nest entrance now, PG, so see for yourself. As for what they are…well obviously they are insectoids. Special insectoids, which is why United Planets has a ban on female visitors to this mud ball. You see, the galaxy is big enough to come up with more than a few curveballs for humanoids like us…especially humanoids of the female gender. You’ve got the Taurelians and several other species that have universal semen…they can fertilize the ova of females of any other species resulting in clones of the female being born. You’ve got creatures like the inseminoid plant that can pump a female’s womb full of spores that then germinate and grow; grow until they grow through the host body, which then dies and becomes plant fertilizer. And then you’ve got the tri-seeders and their ilk. They are particularly nasty, so, I promise, you won’t die of thirst, Phantom Girl!”

Making no attempt to hide her horror, Phantom Girl bent her head backward to get an upside down view of the cave opening behind her. The tripedal creature at the nest entrance was brownish in color, with skin that looked more like slimy leather than chitinous insect exoskeleton, and had a small head at the front of a massive bulbous body. From the margins of the head projected three short grasper arms, three boned like the much more massive legs, and in the center of the head was a reddish circular mouth that seemed to dilate open and closed, and when open seemed to be lined with row after row of white backward tilted fang-like teeth. Tinya felt certain that the head, which had little thorax behind it, served little purpose beyond grasping and devouring. She thought the creature’s brain was likely housed in the large bulge at the top center of the ovoid body, its abdomen, between two sharper bulges that had to be the creature’s sensory organs, for Tinya could see nothing resembling eyes, ear holes, or nostrils. The creature had one final appendage, joined to the bottom of the ovoid body just before the juncture with the creature’s rear leg—it was long, curved, thick, and tapered with a tiny circular hole, a meatus, at the end. Phantom Girl shivered as she stared at an inseminator that would have given the stallions she had seen pre-plague penis envy!

“Yeah, particularly nasty,” Rogg Jarlson jibed harshly as he watched the Legionnaire shiver in horror. “Tri-seeders belong to the curveballs of the third type for you female humanoids. They fill the womb of any female species with an egg/sperm mixture containing hormones that fool the host into thinking she’s pregnant. In the nice warm and moist environment of the womb, the eggs hatch, and the hatchlings use the host’s nutrients to grow. This makes the host look preggars as the clutch of hatchlings overfill her womb as they increase in size. Once they’ve leached their fill of nutrients, they force their way out of the uterus via the cervical canal…which dilates open as those hormones I mentioned do their work…back down the vagina and out through the vulva. When the tri-seeders catch one of you frails out in open territory, only one adult bull will take the new found host, and all but one hatchling birthed after the seeding will scamper away leaving the frail alive and mobile. That last hatching will hibernate in the host’s womb, until she’s moved into a new territory…for them, hopefully a new planet full of unsuspecting frails.”

“That’s why planets infected by tri-seeders are embargoed to female kind, Phantom Girl,” Jarlson continued maliciously as the tri-seeder that had Tinya’s full attention edged out into the open. “They don’t want these insidious creatures to spread. You should have obeyed that embargo. Now you get to be entertainment for me and my crew. We’re going to watch at least one cycle. We’re going to watch this bull mount you, impale you, and seed you. He’ll wait until he feels your belly swell. Then you’ll understand why I asked about debreasting fantasies, Miss Wazzo, because once your belly swells the bull will be looking for a culinary reward. He’ll suckle you, PG. He’ll drink his fill of mother’s milk…more magic from those hormones that have fooled your body into thinking it’s pregnant. While he’s doing that, I warn you…do not move…do not make a sound, PG.”

“W…wh…why not…Jarlson,” Phantom Girl whispered as she watched the tri-seeder skitter around to her side and poke her ribs with one of its grasper arms. Tinya could hear heavy breathing sounds, but the tri-seeder wasn’t making what she would categorize as animal sounds. There was a smell resembling nutmeg that increased as the beast drew nearer. The head and bulbous abdomen of the insectoid were not much bigger than her own torso, but the legs were long enough that she was sure the creature could easily cover the approximately five-foot diameter dais she was spread-eagled over. Then her eyes went back to the more than foot-and-a-half long inseminator that dwarfed the thickness of most human penises, even at its tapered end. “Y…you…you aren’t…really…going to let this….creature…mate…with me…are you?”

“Sorry, Phantom Girl,” Jarlson replied as he watched the fair-skinned Legionnaire quiver in terror, “but I couldn’t stop it now if I wanted to…which I don’t. Now, back to some good advice! Once one of the tri-seeders start breast suckling, freeze, because if one of its teeth pricks your swollen knocker deep enough, it will smell, taste…hell I don’t know how these things sense what they sense…the one thing they crave more than mother’s milk…FAT! That’s mostly what those milk bags you carry are, you know? If the bull senses fat, he’ll devour that knocker one bite at a time without doing any other damage that would shorten your stint as a broodmare. I’ve watched a dozen mammalian frails in your situation, PG. Half made it through the bulls with knockers intact. Two were lopsided when the last bull tri-seeder retreated. The other four….”

Rogg Jarlson chuckled as he watched Phantom Girl begin yanking on the stake chains, not knowing if the reaction was due to his words or the fact that the tri-seeder had now circled to a position in front of her right foot. “Those six fully breasted frails did damn good considering they were nailed and then milked by between eight and twenty bull tri-seeders, depending on the frail’s constitution and species, before their nutrients ran out. If I had to wager, I’d bet, my skinny frail, that you last close to, but not long past, ten inseminations. Oh, yeah! I said we were going to stay for at least one cycle. That means that, in addition to watching this bull mount you and seed you, we’re going to watch him milk you and possibly devour a breast or two, and then, about twenty minutes later, we’re going to watch your badly swollen belly un-swell as the hatchlings make their escape from your birth canal. That won’t be the end of it for you, though, PG, because these tri-seeders are smart enough to know that you can’t escape to spread their kind. They’re smart enough to know they might as well use you until you’ve nothing left to give.”

“We’ll probably watch the next tri-seeder bull mount you, PG, and then we’ll be on our way,” Jarlson added almost apologetically. “I have cargo to deliver! Don’t worry, we’ll leave your unitard here to mark the place of your demise, and leave a trail to your Legion patrol ship with the rest of your clothing and equipment to lead your friends here so they will know why you have disappeared from the galaxy.”

“Don’t you mean, to find my body, you space trash?” Phantom Girl rasped softly as the tri-seeder finally moved into a position before the edge of the sandstone disk between her feet, ignoring the spacemen standing behind it. Tinya trembled as she stared unblinkingly at the long thick inseminator not nearly far enough beyond her feet.

“Nope!” Jarlson snapped triumphantly. “Several dozens of frails of many different species have met their demise here, PG. Do you see any evidence of carcasses? I told you that you won’t die of thirst. Every once and a while, one of the tri-seeder bulls will water you when they are done nuzzling for milk. From your stare, I bet you’ve guessed how you’re going to get your drink. Don’t worry, none of the frails I watched complained about the taste. You won’t die of hunger or exhaustion either. You see, when your nutrients run out, and the hatchings exiting your birth canal are runts, the adult tri-seeders will retreat back into the nest. Somehow knowing you won’t be able to get up and spread their kind, they’ll leave you as food for the hundreds of hatchlings you blessed them with. The little buggers will swarm you like piranha around a swimming mammal leaking blood. They’ll devour you alive, one little bite at a time, bones and all. You’ll be alive through a lot of it too. Belly up like you are, you’ll be watching them munching on intestines while you’re still lucid enough to know what you’re seeing!”

Rogg Jarlson laughed loudly as he watched Phantom Girl gag and twist in her bonds, noting that the movement had aroused the tri-seeder’s attention. “Gather yourself, frail!” Jarlson warned chidingly. “I think this bull tri-seeder has finally worked up the gumption to mount you despite us ‘space trash’, as you’ve labeled us several times, watching. I think you’re going to put on a damn good show!”

Phantom Girl couldn’t help herself! Tinya issued a long shrill scream as the tri-seeder stepped over her, one leg on each side of the circle of sandstone she bucked in terror atop, and one leg beyond the steps between her feet, before bending its head downward to secure her torso, one grasper arm down each side of her ribs and one running up her breastbone between her turgidly tipped C-cups. The creature’s round mouth was pressed over her solar plexus, and Tinya felt sure she could feel a rough tongue wiggling over her skin. Phantom Girl sensed the creature begin to adjust the position of its ovoid abdomen, and shrilled, “Blast it, Jarlson! Blast it now. I’ll volunteer for slavery! I’ll volunteer to serve in a brothel for you! I PROMISE! PLEASE! BLAST IT!” Tinya didn’t care that the holographic recorders were capturing her begging for posterity.

“I can’t do that, Phantom Girl,” Rogg Jarlson replied with obvious veracity as he watched the tip of the tri-seeder’s inseminator brush against Wazzo’s inner labia and her clitoris swell in response. “It was too late for you the moment you crossed that last sand dune. Once these creatures have a frail’s scent, she’s theirs to be had! If we’d tried to interfere with their making you a host at any point, rather than helping facilitate their instinctive need to reproduce, the whole colony would have boiled out of the nest and devoured each and every one of my crew and myself. You doomed yourself, girl. I’ve just made sure they wouldn’t let you go after they were done seeding you so that you could spread their infestation. Take it like the heroine you are, PG, and last as long as you can…which is best facilitated by your keeping still and quiet. Who knows! If you last long enough, maybe your friends will arrive and try to rescue you. Then they’ll get the massacre I’m smart enough to avoid.”

Chapter 3. Done Bad, as Bad as a Man Can Do a Frail

“ARRRRrrrrrggggghhh!” Phantom Girl gasped in discomfort and defeat has she felt the massive inseminator part her labial lips and slide into her vagina. “NOOOoooo! It’s so damn BIG…it will split me in two!” Tinya Wazzo moaned softly, her spirit crushed, and the will to fight her fate at least momentarily vanquished. The great Phantom Girl was being mated with by a giant alien insectoid, and she realized that the only thing that had kept the tri-seeder’s penetration from doing terrible damage to her love canal was the extensive tapering of the inseminator.

“OH! OH! AHHHhhh!” Tinya grunted as the tri-seeder began to thrust its inseminator forward in short, rhythmic thrusts. “May the Universal Force give me strength to maintain my dignity…as I submit to this…this…debasement!”

“That’s it, PG!” Jarlson chortled gleefully. “Submit to your fate. Remember you’ll last longer if you can keep quite…except when they force a climax on you. They love to hear their hosts sing in the ecstasy they’ve forced upon them. One last trick to keep in mind…they’re like hard to find lovers who don’t like to ejaculate until their frail orgasms. Stave off orgasm as long as you can with each successive tri-seeder bull, and you’ll prolong the time it will take for your body to have its nutrients leached away by the hatchlings.”

“Uhhh, uhhh, uuuhhhh, fuck you, Rogg Jarlson!” Phantom Girl rasped with bitter hatred as she found herself grunting in rhythm with the tri-seeder’s inward thrusts. Tinya’s vagina felt overstuffed, and she could feel the tip of the giant bug’s inseminator now banging against her cervix. The Legionnaire stared around the tri-seeder’s head, under its humping abdomen, past the upper portion of its in-and-out plunging inseminator to see the glee, and lust, and satiation on the captain and crew’s faces, at least those faces not so alien that she could not read them. Again Tinya noted the pointed holographic recorders, and tears burst from her blue eyes as her face reddened with embarrassment. There were three of them now; two, from different positions, focused on her vulva and the long thick inseminator that was plundering it, but the third was being held high and clearly focused over the back of the tri-seeder and on her face.

Tinya Wazzo wept, mewing softly between grunts. The Legionnaire knew the images being captured of her debasement would be considered both intensely erotic and outrageously comical. Tinya knew the double upward and outward sweeps of her big-hair updo were bouncing wildly in rhythm with the outrageously hung insectoid’s inward thrusts; thrusts that would be emphasized by the accompanying sound of the guttural grunts escaping from her throat. The raven-haired heroine knew that every emotion she was feeling as she had Xenobestiality forced upon her was being captured for future viewing, including an imminent forced climax that would likely force ecstasy to fill her face and her patented triple sigh of gleeful satiation to issue from her throat.

Tinya knew that the holographic recorders would capture the moment the tri-seeder nailed her with its egg/semen cocktail, and then document her rapidly swelling belly and the moment she gave birth to her alien insectoid children. Phantom Girl knew that at some future date, long after her soul had joined the Universal Force, if Jarlson had told her the truth about her sordid fate to be, the holographic recording of her lascivious debauchment by an insectoid mate, or mates if Jarlson and his crew dallied, would be leaked to newscasters throughout the explored galaxy. Then, her mother, the United Planets President, would be forced to explain her daughter’s lewd behavior and cruel fate. Oh, and Phantom Girl had no doubt that the leaked holograph would include her pathetic and ineffective begging as well, besmirching the reputation of her beloved Legion of Super-Heroes. Tinya Wazzo wished she could die right now, before her degradation was totally completed.

“Uhhh, uhhhh, OH!” Phantom Girl grunted and then gasped as her tears suddenly dried and abject horror filled her face. Tinya’s loins were glowing with unwanted pleasure as she edged ever closer to sexual release, but that knowledge was responsible for neither the gasp nor the countenance of horror. Only slightly behind and above her head, another tri-seeder, equally well equipped to inseminate a host, had appeared at the entrance to the alien insectoid nest. It appeared Jarlson had told the truth about a chained down host receiving multiple inseminations, and the appearance of the second tri-seeder meant that the bugs instinctively believed their big-haired mammalian host was about ready for her first!

“Uhhhh, Uhh, uhhhh!” Tinya grunted in rhythm with the long, deep thrusts filling her vagina, banging into the back of her love canal, and stimulating her engorged clitoris as the huge inseminator widened with insertion and stretched open her vulva. The Legionnaire tried to ignore the second tri-seeder, focusing on the ugly visage, the feel of the clammy skin, and the bug-like nature of the tri-seeder plundering her sex and threatening to fill her womb with dozens of eggs mixed with the semen that would fertilize them in her uterus. Tinya willed disgust to fill her id and drive away the insidious glow of impending sexual release.

“UHHH, UHHHH, UHHhhhh!” Tinya Wazzo gasped as the glow in her loins intensified, and then tried to convince herself that a horrid creature such as tri-seeder couldn’t possibly bring her the treasure of sexual climax that she associated with love. Tinya, like many of her ilk, had made this mental argument before, although usually during rape by sentient males at least vaguely anatomically similar to their own species. For a healthy superheroine like herself, that argument never won true! Phantom Girl realized this flaw in thinking, and immediately forced her attention to the hot desert sun above her, the thin overly dry air around her, and the terrible thirst the environment and her struggles had already brought her.

“UHHHH! UHHHH! NO…NOT SO HARD!” Phantom Girl gasped as the tri-seeder mounting her increased the rhythm and intensity of its thrusts. Tinya was afraid the tip of the rigidly turgid inseminator within her love canal might damage her cervix. The bucking Legionnaire feared the tri-seeder might even impale her through her cervix’s narrow canal with its bony feeling aedeagus, if the term of a Terran arthropod’s penis could be applied to a tri-seeder’s inseminator. Then again, as it would be the tri-seeder’s eggs that would be fertilized after being injected into her uterus, and not her own ova, perhaps the bony phallus that was threatening to impale her would best be termed an ovipositor. Either way, Tinya would continue to think of the adult tri-seeders as bulls, as Jarlson had named them, even though they were obviously parasitic organisms capable of producing both sperm and eggs, but dependent upon female creatures to act as intermediate hosts to facilitate their symbiotic reproductive cycle.

It was then, as fear filled her mind while the tri-seeder above her became more and more vicious in its rape as it tried to force climax upon her, that the lovely Legionnaire finally realized that her fate was sealed, and that there would be no denying this insectoid species the right of procreation. Phantom Girl would birth tri-seeder hatchings rather she wanted to or not. It was merely a matter of time, and the amount of damage the host’s, Tinya’s, reproductive tract suffered in the process.

“OHHH, AHHhhh, UHHhhhh!” Tinya Wazzo grunted softly as she tried to force her body to relax under the relentless pummeling into her vagina, and actually focus her mind on the glow growing towards explosion in her loins. Rogg Jarlson had been wrong with one piece of advice, Tinya realized. Prolonging her life by fighting against forced climax one tri-seeder bull at a time would serve no beneficial purpose for the spread-eagled Legionnaire. The mental torture of forced Xenobestiality would merely be extended, and physical pain would be added to that insult as the tri-seeders’ inseminations became more brutal as they grew impatient to seed her womb.

This was an unusual situation in which Phantom Girl could see no real benefit in fighting to extend her life for a few additional hours. Her teammates weren’t coming to her rescue, and if they did, Jarlson had seemed certain they would perish in the attempt. In the end, her supply of leachable nutrients, presumably supplied to her uterus through some sort of progestational process brought on by hormonal chemicals in the egg/semen mixture Tinya was about to get her first dosing of, would run out. Did it really matter if the hatchlings’ feeding frenzy ended her sordid debauchment in seven hours, or even nine, instead of six, assuming Jarlson had made a reasonable estimation of her constitution and the length of an insemination/gestation/birthing cycle. No! It did not! Tinya Wazzo had reached her decision, and none too soon. Phantom Girl’s loins burned with the need for sexual release!

“OHHHHHhhh! AAAAHHhhhhh! UUUUHHHHUUuuuhhhhh!” Phantom Girl sighed loudly as ecstasy exploded in her loins, and she desperately fought to keep her face from being filled with jubilant satisfaction as a powerful, seemingly unending orgasm washed through her mind and body. “UUUUHHHHHHH! OOOOHHHHHHH! NNNNNOOOOOOooooooo!” Tinya bellowed loudly in humiliation and trepidation despite being in the midst of one of the most powerful climaxes she had ever experienced as the tri-seeder plunged its inseminator forward and a warm sticky mixture spewed into her reproductive track like a miniature fire hose after the fire hydrant valve had suddenly been fully opened. “UUUUHHH! AHHHHhhh! OHHHHhhh FUCK!” Tinya Wazzo sighed loudly still bucking in ecstasy as she felt spurts of excess insemination fluid spray in gushes around the bull’s huge inseminater and out of her vulva to coat her inner thighs.

“You’ve been nailed good, PG!” Rogg Jarlson called out loudly over the Legionnaire’s ongoing sighs and moans of rapture mixed with mortification. “I’m forced to admit, I’ve done you bad, frail…just about as bad as a man can do a frail. I love it! What do you think, Zorress?”

“Hugggh, hugggh, hugggh!” the Zacathan first mate laughed before adding. “Biggest egg/sperm blast ever! Bug must like President’s daughter. Legion girl’s belly will soon show how much bug likes President’s daughter. Zorress has watched reptilians, amphibians, and avians get egg/sperm blasted too, but likes watching mammalians best. Mostly because of milk bags like Legion girl jiggles. We soon see if bug agrees on crew consensus about milk bags, too. What think, boys? Bug going to eat at least one milk bag?”

“AAUUHHHhhh! OOOooohhh! UUUUHHHhhh!” Phantom Girl gasped helplessly as the waves of orgasmic pleasure slowly subsided while she heard various members of the crew declaring their sincere hope for a short future for at least one of her breasts and voice their intentions to be bitterly disappointed if the tri-seeder now standing still above her, its inseminator still lodged in her vagina and its grasping appendages still holding her torso firmly down on the circular sandstone platform underneath her back, didn’t accommodate their wishes for her moneymakers. Then the tri-seeder, somehow recognizing the end of Tinya’s climax, somehow sensing those orgasmic contractions were no longer sucking the mixture of tiny eggs and sperm through the narrow cervical canal into the host’s uterus, let its massive inseminator slide out of her vagina. Spoonfuls of egg/sperm fluid flowed out behind the withdrawing penile organ to ooze down from the bottom of the raven-haired heroine’s vulva and coat the bottom of her pelvis and anus. The tri-seeder then waited with eerie stillness, breathing loudly but in the same steady rhythm as when it had prodded her during its trek around the amphitheater.

“Hugggh, hugggh, hugggh!” the Zacathan first mate laughed again. “Said so! Belly of President’s daughter swelling quickly! Yes? Milk bags filling too, yes?”

“Yes and presumably yes, Zorress,” Rogg Jarlson concurred jovially before admitting, “although I can’t really see her knockers that well. Make yourself comfortable, boys! Everyone but the holograph men that is! You three keep recording. For the rest of us, the only sentient person interested in what’s happening for the next fifteen to twenty minutes is going to be Phantom Girl. That tri-seeder bull won’t even twitch until her belly touches his. Then he’ll go for her milk!”

Jarlson then changed audiences and added, “The milk ducts take a while to really start feeding fluid to nipples, PG, so the first tri-seeder suckler is the most dangerous. That’s why the boys want to hang around. If he’s thirsty enough to get frustrated, there’s a good chance he’ll nip at least one breast tip. You already know what happens if he breaks skin deep enough to sense the fat making up either of those pretty hangers of yours!”

Phantom Girl again stared around the tri-seeder’s head and under its abdomen, this time past the still stiff and massive inseminator dangling between her legs to glare at the gloating space pirate captain, before her attention was abruptly brought back closer to home. “NOOooooo!” Tinya whined softly as she watched her belly slowly but perceptibly swell, the center of her mammalian abdomen creeping upwards toward the forward underside of the tri-seeder’s insectoid abdomen. What’s more, her lower belly, well inside her body, itched, and she could sense movement. Tinya knew Jarlson was right! She’d been well nailed with tri-seeder eggs, those eggs had already hatched, and alien insectoid life was rapidly maturing within her uterus utilizing nutrients stolen from her own body via a process she couldn’t possibly understand.

Tinya continued watching for several minutes as she sobbed softly, tears flowing freely down her face. Her belly definitely looked pregnant and was coming ever nearer to touching the abdomen of the immobile insectoid above her. The itching sensation had grown stronger and then faded, but now she could FEEL movement within her womb.

The Legionnaire heard skittering sounds behind her and bent her head backwards to take a look at the nest entrance. There was another tri-seeder behind the one still waiting at the cave mouth protruding a wiggling tongue from its round mouth, and Tinya was sure she could see the leg of yet another one that mostly must be hidden by a curvature in the tunnel, or, more accurately, burrow. Phantom Girl blushed and allowed a sheepish grin to form on her face. Maybe she shouldn’t have turned down the several requests she’d had during her six years as a Legionnaire to serve as the little locomotive that could in pulling a train of her male teammates. Tinya was certain she was about to experience that sordid form of group sex with a much less affable group of sex partners.

“Look at that, boys” Rogg Jarlson snickered loudly as he grinned at the spread-eagled Legionnaire, “Phantom Girl has decided that the tri-seeders are just her type of lover. Her swollen, protruding clit is the proof of that! Look at her face, she’s grinning with sexual satisfaction while her belly swells with her clutch of baby insectoids!”

“Breath vacuum, space trash!” Tinya hissed angrily back as her face reddened with abashment, realizing that, in front of the holographic recorders, she needed to better control her thoughts and the emotions they caused to be read on her face. “I was just thinking, a bit sheepishly I must admit, that I’ve made it through the worst of what you’ve thrown at me with my dignity more or less intact. Once you’ve been bred with one alien horror, the next one isn’t going to add that much more shame to a girl!” The raven-haired heartbreaker flinched as the tri-seeder above her moved slightly and added even more weight pushing down on her upper torso. Phantom Girl thought perhaps the tone of her voice was making the insectoid angry.

“Hugggh, hugggh, hugggh!” the Zacathan first mate yet again laughed. “President’s daughter says sighing loudly in orgasm while mating with bug is dignified. Much amusing thought process this female mammal has. Maybe Legion girl will sigh in orgasm when birthing little bugs, too, or when big bug eats milk bags.”

“She’s just trying to show hubris, Zorress!” Jarlson interjected as mortification again filled Phantom Girl’s face. “These Legion frails are full of themselves, and they want the rest of the galaxy to think they’re pretty special too. I’m not buying your cover-up, PG. I think you enjoyed getting raped by that tri-seeder. I think you liked it so much that you’re looking forward to mating with the next one, even though you’ve not yet gone through the horror of hatchlings clawing their way back down your birth canal to get their first breath of fresh air. I don’t think you’re nearly as special as you think you are, frail. By the time this bug nest is done with you, you won’t think so either. Your belly’s going to ache from being bigged over and over again. Your vagina is going to be raw from being pummeled by tri-seeder bulls. Your pussy lips are going to burn from hatchlings scraping their way out from between them. The skin of your back and ass is going to be gone from sliding back and force on that grainy stone slab as you get fucked silly! Don’t kid yourself, frail! You’ll have no dignity left to lose when the hatchlings finally swarm and make a meal of you.”

Phantom Girl twisted her head away from Jarlson’s gleeful glare, and tears again flowed from her blue eyes. The space pirate captain had crushed her flimsy attempt to put a positive spin on her predicament, and then had reminded her of the grisly fate she would suffer over the next few hours. He’d brought up new forms of punishment ahead for her that she hadn’t yet contemplated. Now that he had, Tinya suddenly realized that her back and buttocks already burned from the scrapes the tri-seeder above her had caused as it rutted with her. Then there was the reddening of the front of her body due to the burning radiation of the sun above her. The sunburns would itch soon, and then bring fiery pain.

Tinya tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry and her lips felt cracked. The Legionnaire tried to remember the last time she had drank water during the chase through space. It had been at least six hours ago she was certain. Thirst was another discomfort that she would have to suffer through. She wondered how the tri-seeders would know when they needed to water her, with their pee if she understood Jarlson’s veiled description properly, to preserve their broodmare’s usefulness. Perhaps the narrow bumps on either side of the rounder abdominal crest bump she thought housed the creature’s brain were telepathic receptors. The tri-seeders had to have some sort of sensory perception.

Phantom Girl abruptly put an end to the urge to giggle, as she realized her mind was wandering to while the time away. Tinya managed to stop sobbing, and brought her attention back to her predicament. She stared at one breast and then the other. They ached slightly and were obviously swollen, looking perhaps a half of cup size larger than normal, but neither was leaking the slightly blue-tinted white liquid she’d been hoping to see. Phantom Girl hadn’t ever been forced milked by the criminal types that got a kick out of doing that to superheroines, but several of her teammates had. From what Tinya had been told, the milkers didn’t go on a girl until the lactation-inducing drugs she had been injected with caused drops of fluid to seep from her breast tips. Normally, the raven-haired Legionnaire would be thrilled to see her that body was resisting such drugs, but Phantom Girl DID NOT want a frustrated tri-seeder nipping her breast tips while Jarlson and his men were around, hoping for the worst.

Tinya felt more movement in her womb, and again peered around the head of the tri-seeder above her and under its abdomen to assess her own belly. Tinya Wazzo gasped softly. She looked quite pregnant! On the streets of Metropolis, Tinya would have said any other girl with such a bulge was ready to pop! The Legionnaire shivered as she saw how close her belly was to the bottom of the insectoid’s abdomen. In a handful of seconds, the tri-seeder would begin suckling her breasts.

“The bull looks thirsty, PG,” Rogg Jarlson chortled, again seeming to read Tinya’s thoughts, “I hope you don’t disappoint it. Actually, that’s a lie, I hope you do disappoint. I reckon you have eight or nine minutes to go before you start birthing hatchlings. From the moment your belly touches his, the lucky father will be trying for milk, getting more and more irritated each second that passes without his getting a nice warm squirt from his mammalian mate. You see, he’ll feel the need to wander off and find a second entrance to the hive BEFORE the two of you’s kids are born, so that he doesn’t accidently step on one of them as they get their first glimpse of the light of day. That means he’ll start nipping at you quite quickly if he thinks you’re holding back on him. Sad for him and bad for you, but fun for me and my men!”

Phantom Girl ignored Jarlson and his laughter as he again made his wishes clear. Tinya again stared at her bloated breasts. They were starting to exude a feverish glow and were itchy; a good sign she thought. The fine-featured superheroine’s stare grew more intense as she tried to WILL her breast lobules to fill with whitish fluid. Tinya tried to WISH mother’s milk to flow forward in her milk ducts to pool in the larger ducts, or sacs, near the front of the breasts behind her areolas. Phantom Girl’s breasts HAD to be ready to deliver liquid food to her turreted nipples. For all her staring, Tinya could detect no dampness issuing from her turgid breast tips.

“OHHhhhhh! Space bilge!” Tinya Wazzo whined in surprise and trepidation as she felt a cold, clammy surface touch the skin near the center of her swollen belly. “May the Universal Force have mercy on me now!” Phantom Girl considered making a formal prayer, despite the presence of the uncouth men watching. The tri-seeder had begun moving slowly but methodically the moment it had felt her belly touch the bottom of its ovoid abdomen. The insectoid’s short, indistinct thorax had rotated to lift its head upward, loosening the grip of its three grasper arms on Tinya’s upper torso. Then Tinya watched in trepidation as the head shifted slightly sideways before lowering with precision to bring the dilated open mouth at the front center of the head over her left erect nipple.

“UGGGGggghhh!” Tinya gasped in abject terror as she felt the mouth dilate closed, followed immediately by the sensation of bony daggers dragging across the surface of her areola at multiple locations. Before the shapely Legionnaire had time to worry about the sliced skin the scraping teeth might have caused, she felt the insectoid’s round mouth clamp firmly around the base of her nipple.

“MMmmmmgghh!” Phantom Girl grunted softly as she felt a strong suction on her left nipple followed by clammy-skin covered bones being pressed around the base of that breast as she watched the tri-seeder’s right grasper arm circle it. As that arm squeezed and the alien mouth sucked Tinya groaned softly in fear and disgust, hardly noticing the middle grasper getting pressed back into her breast bone. She did, however, watch with astonishment as the left grasper arm began poking and prodding her right breast, as if trying to make the liquid that might be within the conical lump of flesh slosh this way and that. Again, Tinya wondered how the creature could SEE her assets so clearly.

Tinya gasped softly in terror as she felt the pressure around the base of her breast squeeze and un-squeeze in rapid rhythm as she watched the grasper arm jerk around it, and felt the suction increase again around her nipple. Phantom Girl was terrified that she was about to provide Jarlson and his men the entertainment they wished for. The sultry Legionnaire knew the tri-seeder’s reaction was caused by its inability to get from her breast tip the sustenance it craved.

“EEeeeeeepppp!” Tinya Wazzo shrieked softly in desperation and horror as she felt the circular mouth lower a bit more and then sharp bony points begin to be pressed into the base of her left nipple. Phantom Girl knew that the frustrated insectoid was about to de-nipple her, and that if that happened the rest of the breast would follow. The thought of a lopsided chest disgusted her more than anticipation of the pain, which she knew would accompany having her breast gradually ripped away one small chunk at a time, frightened her. ‘I should have gotten myself properly debreasted when I had the chance. I should have kept that appointment with the body modification clinic!’ flooded through her muddled mind.

“Huh!” Phantom Girl gasped in surprise as she felt a strange but subtly rewarding sensation at the tip of her left nipple. “Yes…yes…may the Universal Force be praised for its kindness!” Tinya hissed softly enough that she doubted the space trash that had put her in this predicament could hear her. That had to be the sensation accompanying a girl’s first squirt of mother’s milk. If the tri-seeder hadn’t damaged her breast too badly, she might just deny Jarlson and his men the entertainment they desired after all!

Tinya Wazzo forced herself to watch in silence as she felt the strange suckling on her left nipple and the rhythmic squeezes around that breast’s base. The raven-haired superheroine watched as the tri-seeder’s left grasper arm continued to poke and prod and otherwise grope her right breast, which was now clearly leaking blue-tinged milk at its tip. Phantom Girl was aware of continued movements in her abdomen. Tinya took in the sensations she had never felt before with her full attention. The sexy legionnaire tried to keep fearful concern on her face as she absorbed the new experience of being breast milked. Tinya was a curious girl, and relished new experiences; even experiences provided by disgusting giant insectoids!

Phantom Girl was also a good listener, and gave no reaction a minute or two later when the tri-seeder raised its head and shifted its dilated open mouth to her right breast; if her best chance of surviving this tri-seeder’s milk guzzling with her moneymakers intact lay in her ability to keep quiet and still, she would do so. Tinya couldn’t help prevent the flood of relief on her face as she saw that her left breast had received no visible damage from the big bug’s oral assault on it. The sudden suction accompanied by pricking sensations around her right nipple squelched her strong urge to shift her head so she could again see Jarlson and glare defiantly at him. Instead, Phantom Girl moaned softly as she again felt the ‘squirting’ sensation, this time from her right nipple, and watched as the tri-seeder’s left grasper arm bent around the base of that breast to begin the rhythmic squeeze and un-squeeze cycle.

A few minutes later, the tri-seeder pulled its head upward, freeing Tinya’s right breast tip. This time, the thorax and head assembly continued to lift pulling the grasper arms away from the Legionnaire’s heaving chest. Phantom Girl stared quickly at her right breast, verifying that it had also gotten through the insectoid’s feeding unscathed, and then up at the tri-seeder above her. It was swaying slightly from one side to the other, but otherwise seemed eerily still, as if it was trying to listen to, no, sense, something.

Tinya felt a sudden strong cramping sensation in her abdomen, and dropped her eyes from the tri-seeder above her to her belly. Phantom Girl gasped in mortification and horror! She could see small bumps near the bottom of her full-term-pregnancy-looking belly moving around in all different directions. Tinya had seen an ancient video cast called, ‘Alien’. Phantom Girl KNEW something inside her was pushing outward, looking for a way out of her uterus. Tinya Wazzo KNEW she was about to give birth to more than a few alien insectoids.

“NO!” Phantom Girl cried out in despair as the tri-seeder backed away and then hurried out of the natural amphitheater, verifying her epiphany. “NO! I’ve got to escape! I’ve got to get to a healing facility! May the Universal Force forgive me and grant me either freedom or death…right NOW! I can’t! I CAN’T give birth to horrid bugs!”

Tinya Wazzo yanked with all her might on her arm chains, and then drowned in terror as an even more violent cramp erupted in her lower belly, the surface of which was quivering as the small bumps raced to and fro. Phantom Girl was terrified that the hatchlings weren’t going to find their way down her reproductive canal, and would begin chewing their way out of her womb. Tinya might have died from heart failure if, a few seconds later, she hadn’t felt a strange tickling sensation proceeding past her, presumably dilated, cervix and down her vagina. The bigged Legionnaire knew then that she wouldn’t be granted the death she desired. Phantom Girl knew she was about to give birth to many tri-seeder hatchlings, and that the insidious birthing was going to be recorded in all its gory detail for later holograph broadcast.

“By the Universal Force, NOOOOoooo!” Phantom Girl shrilled as she felt her labia minora being pried apart. Tinya screamed again as she felt something pop out of her vulva, while another tickle proceeded down her vagina. Tinya Wazzo bawled loudly in despair and disgust as she watched a tarantula-sized dark-brown tri-seeder skitter around her left foot to fidget in the shade of her unitard, while she felt more prying between her inner labia followed by the sensation of yet another ‘object’ exiting her vulva. There were more tickling sensations in her vagina at the same time. Soon, Phantom Girl’s world became one continues series of tickle, pry, pop, skittering sound, and the sight of a baby tri-seeder joining others against the cliff base to her left. As the birthings proceeded, her abdomen gradually compressed to again look firm and flat. Around two dozen bug births later, Tinya was certain her first experience as a host for a tri-seeder nest was over and that the next was about to begin.

The tri-seeder behind Phantom Girl had moved out of the mouth of the tunnel beyond her head and was circling around her right side. At the same time, the tri-seeder behind it had moved to the mouth of the tunnel, and Tinya had no doubt there were more than a few of the insectoids lined up behind that one, deeper in the burrows. As the second tri-seeder finally moved around her to stand just beyond her widespread feet, there was another tickling sensation in her uterus, which gradually proceeded down her vagina. Phantom Girl felt her lower lips get pried apart, and felt yet another hatchling pop out of her sex before she watched it join its quivering brothers.

“That was the one that was hoping to take a space ride to a new planet with you, Phantom Girl,” Rogg Jarlson explained with a smirk on his face without being asked. “He knew that he was relieved of that duty when he sensed the next bull tri-seeder step before your incubation box. He didn’t want to get squished when the new bull rams his inseminator into you, which is about to happen, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

Chapter 4. This Isn’t Over

Phantom Girl had indeed noticed with renewed horror and mortification as the second tri-seeder stepped over the round sandstone platform she was spread-eagled over. Tinya watched as the insectoid pointed its head downward and its grasper arms went around her ribs and up the center of her breast bone. The helpless heroine shifted her head sideways and watched wide-eyed as the tri-seeder adjusted its abdomen until the tip of its massive inseminator was centered between her widespread legs, less than an inch from the center of her vulva.

“This isn’t over, Rogg Jarlson!” Phantom Girl bellowed loudly with as much threat as she could convey, for the moment willing to risk angering the bull tri-seeder above her. “I’m going to get off this wretched rock somehow, and then I’m going to chase you down and see to it that you spend the rest of your days on a prison asteroid doing hard labor.”

“OOOOHHHHH! FUCK ME!” Tinya Wazzo shrilled loudly as the tri-seeder’s gargantuan inseminator parted her labial lips and without pause rammed cervix deep into her love canal. Phantom Girl moaned with obvious pleasure as the giant insectoid began pummeling its massive maleness inward and outward in her vagina with an uncomfortably quick rhythm.

“I’ve done just that, Phantom Girl,” Jarlson proclaimed loudly with a twisted grin on his face, “with my tri-seeder friends as my proxies. I’d like to stay and watch the look on your face when you’re finally resigned to the fact that you won’t be leaving this planet…ever. I told you before, dozens of frails…the ones I know about…I’m sure other captains have used this execution station as well…have been where you are, and none of them escaped being hatchling food. My one disappointment, which I’m sure my men have as well, is that we didn’t get to watch your pretty milk bags getting munched on. I’m pretty sure that’s going to happen to you after we leave, PG. One bull or the next! You see, it was the really flat-chested mammalian frails that made it to the feasting frenzy whole, and you’re anything but flat-chested…so far.”

“Yes, I’d like to stay and watch more of this, PG,” Rogg Jarlson admitted with obvious sincerity as he chuckled at the famous Legionnaire grunting in pleasure with each inward thrust of the tri-seeder bull’s massive inseminator. “Unfortunately I have perishable cargo to deliver to Altair IV, and I’m going to have to go easy on my rockets after the strain I put on them outracing you to Sargon system. Let’s go, boys! I’m satisfied that we’ve one less Legionnaire to deal with, and a very marketable holograph recording of the stuck-up frail’s comeuppance.”

“UHHH, UHHHH, UHHhhhhh!” grunted Phantom Girl as she peered around the tri-seeder’s head and under its abdomen to watch the heartless despicable space pirates leave the amphitheater and begin up the side of the nearest sand dune. The lovely Legionnaire remained silent, save for the needful grunts accompanying each of the tri-seeder’s inward thrusts, as she didn’t want to risk angering the tri-seeder above her any further. Tinya Wazzo had decided to stick with her decision not to try to prolong her sordid fate, not that she was sure that was even possible, given the erotic glow already growing in her loins. Tinya would try to facilitate, rather than stave off, climax as soon as she thought Jarlson and his crew might be just out of earshot.

Three minutes later, the Crime Combine cruiser crew almost surely still within hearing distance, Phantom Girl issued a long loud triple sigh of forced climax. Tinya Wazzo reveled in the bliss flooding through her loins. The raven-haired Legionnaire grinned up into the hot sky with ecstasy on her face. The powerful orgasm intensified, accompanied by wave after wave of intense pleasure, as Tinya’s womb was filled with another powerful gush of egg/sperm ejaculate. Again, ejaculate backwash exploded back through her vagina and out her vulva to splatter over her inner thighs. A few moments later, the tri-seeder, sensing its host’s climax over, pulled its massive member from her love canal, allowing gobs of ejaculate to seep down the crack of Phantom Girl’s buttocks.

Tinya, her loins still glowing with sexual satiation, stared upward at the waiting tri-seeder and listened to its rhythmic breathing. The sultry Legionnaire knew the drill. The insectoid would let Tinya rest while the hatchlings, probably already out of their eggs, slowly matured within her uterus. Phantom Girl knew she had eight to twelve minutes before the abdomen she could already feel swelling outward touched the alien insectoid’s abdomen. Then her breasts, which were already aching with overfull lobules, would get suckled again. Strangely, or perhaps not given the aching breasts, Tinya was looking forward to the suckling, although she was still more than a little worried that the tri-seeder might get carried away and discover the fatty delicacy not much more than skin deep.

Phantom Girl peered around to look at her belly. Tinya thought that she already looked quite pregnant. The raven-haired beauty giggled softly as a strange question flooded through her mind. If she did somehow break free and burn rockets off of this sordid mud ball, would she have stretch marks to provide evidence of her multiple impregnations by overly huge bugs, and the multitude of offspring she had provided the hive? Phantom Girl realized she was going to have more than enough time between inseminations to consider questions she would normally consider too silly to ask, until of course her nutrients were exhausted and she spent her last long minutes in agony as she was slowly devoured alive.

Tinya Wazzo was still considering what it would feel like when the hatchings swarmed her, when her swelling belly finally met the tri-seeder’s abdomen. The subsequent milk suckling had gone much like her first, with Tinya occasionally feeling sharp teeth on her skin. But like the first suckling, the only liquid on her breast skins when the tri-seeder pulled off of her and ambled away was mother’s milk. The second insidious birthing of hatchlings went much as the first had as well, her belly flattening with each escaping infant, except this time more like twenty dark-brown tarantula-sized insectoids joined the audience of quivering hatchlings waiting for their first taste of solid food.

Chapter 5. Blood and ‘Water’

As the third tri-seeder bull stepped before her spread legs, another lingering hatchling scampered down her vagina and popped out of her vulva to join the crowded midget audience to her left. Phantom Girl realized then that, in the unlikely event she did break free from the spreader posts, she would be carrying a pest inside her even more dangerous to humankind than the plague Terra was now trying to come to terms with.

Phantom Girls’s attention was diverted from that conundrum as her sex was again speared with a massive inseminator. Tinya, after grunting in pleasure with each inward thrust of her new suitor’s massive phallus, this time climaxed within a few short minutes, and spent the next ten minutes feeling silly about being upset that Terrans were willing to consider gynophagia as a solution to their meat shortage problem. At least those girls selected through the lottery to help stave off their fellow humanoids’ meat cravings would be serving a beneficial purpose to Terran society. Tinya was faced with a fate in which HER body would benefit only insectoids considered one of the scourges of the known galaxy. Phantom Girl felt both helpless and useless.

Tinya Wazzo’s concerns changed abruptly only a dozen or so seconds into her third suckling. The tri-seeder had nipped her first breast, this time the right one, quite forcefully. Phantom Girl knew immediately that she’d been cut, and waited helplessly for the bull insectoid above her to begin removing the breast one lump of fatty flesh at a time. When the beast changed breasts, Tinya could see blood coming from her nipple, and wondered why she wasn’t writhing in agony from a lopsided chest. The Legionnaire was quite sure Jarlson had told her the truth about the tri-seeders’ culinary tastes, or he and his men wouldn’t have waited so patiently through her first suckling.

Phantom Girl was certain that the tri-seeder would return its attentions to the damaged breast before this milk stealing session was done, and again wished she had gone through with it two years ago and paid for a proper debreasting. Tinya was astonished and feeling incredibly grateful when the big insectoid suddenly stepped away from her, leaving her with another belly looking like it housed a basketball inside, and wandered off on the path her first two breeders had taken. Naturally, she again lost her train of thought as she went through the creepy birthing process and the basketball slowly shrank in size before disappearing.

Tinya grinned as the fourth tri-seeder stepped over her, another late bloomer popping out of her womb as it did so. Phantom Girl grunted as her vagina was again invaded by the massive tube promising to deliver another egg/sperm mixture to her womb. Tinya tried to resist climax this time, hoping to give the injury on her breast tip time to stop bleeding, but she was sighing in ecstasy within five or six minutes. As her belly again swelled with hatchlings, Phantom Girl found it difficult to maintain a coherent train of thought. The sun was baking her, and her thirst had grown to the point that she couldn’t stop thinking about water. Another sad way to die, Tinya Wazzo thought. Maybe her mother hadn’t been so crazy in her younger days when she’d played those death games at Club X; at least it would have been an exciting and, presumably, relatively quick way to go.

Phantom Girl’s train of thought was again lost as her bulging belly set off another stint of getting her milk sucked from her chest. The tri-seeder didn’t seem to pay attention to the cut the previous breeder had caused, and didn’t catch her with any particularly memorable nips of its own. This time, however, the tri-seeder bull stepped forward instead of backward, forcing the tri-seeder at the mouth of the nest entrance to back up, and positioned its inseminator over the bottom of Tinya’s head. The Legionnaire knew the alien bug might be trying to inseminate her mouth, which would likely result in hatchlings in her stomach with no easy escape route from her body. Phantom Girl hoped instead that Jarlson had again told her some truth, and opened her parched mouth wide. If it was urine that then gushed over her face, it tasted fine, like purified water Tinya thought, so the desperate heroine gulped down every swallow of liquid she could manage.

As the tri-seeder finished its squirting, Phantom Girl could already feel tripedal legs scurrying down her vagina. The tri-seeder above her rotated its body to its left towards the alternative exit to the amphitheater, and its left leg landed on the round sacrificial dais, bumping into the right side of the grateful Legionnaire’s neck. The insectoid then paused as Tinya groaned and gasped through the birthing process, the sensations more intense due to the increased alertness she felt after being hydrated. Once the dozen and a half hatchlings had joined the crowd of her progeny, the fourth tri-seeder moved forward around the circular arena, followed closely by what would become Tinya’s fifth breeder. It was during this procession that Phantom Girl remembered the activator on the neural inhibitor collar was on the forward right quadrant of the collar. If only the Universal Force had been with her and that activator had been bumped during the hydrating!

Chapter 6. Hope, Concession, and Terror

Moments later, Tinya Wazzo’s lower lips were again being parted and a monster phallus was sliding up her vagina. Sticking with her decision to not fight her fate and seek to prolong her life, a gasping and grunting Phantom Girl reveled in the sensations brought to her by the ugly insectoid humping its massive member in and out of her love canal. The Legionnaire climaxed in four minutes, and her womb was again flooded overfull with the egg/sperm mixture, before getting another rest period as her abdomen slowly swelled and her breasts ached for another milking.

During the rest period while the tri-seeder above her waited for its signal to suck milk, perhaps aided by her recent hydration, Phantom Girl began to feel a restored sense of hopefulness. Tinya knew she would need to be watered at least once more, possibly twice if Jarlson had underestimated her constitution, before her body’s nutrients were fully leached by the hatchlings. If the next tri-seeder watered her in exactly the same way, and she had to assume it would based on the almost identical way the insectoids had behaved through their insemination ritual, Phantom Girl thought perhaps she could wrench her chest and head sideways and try to bang the neural inhibitor collar around her neck into a passing leg. If she angled the blow correctly, the collar would be deactivated and the Legionnaire would somehow stumble back to her spaceship in her phantom form. Surely the monstrous alien bugs could do nothing to harm her in her phased state!

Tinya Wazzo had hope on her face when her belly felt the touch of clammy leather. As the tri-seeder above her began avidly suckling on her right nipple, periodically teasing it with a circle of razor-sharp fangs, Phantom Girl prayed to the Universal Force, which she believed played a role in shaping the fate of all entities everywhere and which she believed all sentient life became a part of when they died, to give her a fair chance to escape from the dire situation she was now in. As she prayed, Tinya found herself acknowledging that this guiding force must have had a purpose in allowing the food animal plague to strike Terra; she conceded that gynophagia, if Terrans embraced it, might be a solution to the hysteria caused by the meat shortage, a solution perhaps inspired by spiritual guidance from the sum of all souls. Phantom Girl immediately realized that, if the referendum passed and the Legion of Super-Heroes as a group voted to embrace the new state-sanctioned program, she would do, without complaint, whatever she had to do regardless of the risks to herself to be seen as a role model for women in a new and frightening world.

Phantom Girl felt at peace as the tri-seeder lifted off of her, and she noted no further damage to her breasts. Tinya managed the subsequent birthing process without the usual remorse and disgust. Tinya was distracted midway through the birthing by the sound of the Crime Combine cruiser blasting off; Jarlson must have had to do some maintenance to his rockets, overtaxed during the space chase, before jumping off planet. Returning her attention to her duties as a tri-seeder host, she noted she had produced another two dozen hatchlings, counting the usual straggler.

Tinya actually grinned as a sixth tri-breeder mounted her, and accepted her Xenobestial rape with her eyes closed. The Legionnaire tried to actually savor the overstuffed sensation and rhythmic pummeling which brought her another climax, this time she didn’t think of it as a forced climax, in less than four minutes. The powerful flush of warm sticky egg/semen mixture into Tinya’s love canal was just as disconcerting as ever, however. Phantom Girl found herself again worrying about stretch marks that would prevent her from showing off her shapely body—if the Universal Force did answer her prayers and she escaped from Sargon II—almost as soon as the tri-seeder had withdrawn its massive inseminator and she took a quick glimpse at her re-swelling abdomen.

As the huge insectoid waited dormant above her, Phantom Girl thought about the horrid death she faced if the sum of all souls was not inclined to look favorably on her prayer. She thought about the round dilatable mouth, or was the proper term mandible, of the tri-seeder above her, remembering how small it was. Then Tinya looked to her left at the large clutch of wriggling hatchlings. With such small mouths, it would take thousands and thousands of bites to erase her corporeal form from existence, and Phantom Girl would likely be fully cognizant of what was happening to her through hundreds and hundreds of those bites, despite the obvious agony that would accompany them. Yes, Rogg Jarlson had ‘done her bad’ as he had phrased it. Tri-seeders were the 31^st Century’s version of the 19^th Century’s death by a thousand cuts!

Again, Tinya Wazzo prayed to the Universal Force for salvation, while again feeling silly about her response to the gynophagia referendum. If Terra did establish some sort of lottery system to select which girls were to be used as voluntary livestock, the end of the girl’s life would be due to bad luck and not premeditated murder by a bunch of space trash pirates. They wouldn’t spend five to nine hours knowing their excruciating execution was coming either, like Jarlson was forcing her to do. They would probably get some notice to immediately report to some processing station and get put out of their misery right away using some relatively civilized execution method. Maybe the lottery losers would even be given options as to execution method, maybe even including hanging, which Phantom Girl thought wouldn’t be too bad of a way to go out. Way better than death by several hundred insectoid bites!

Phantom Girl’s train of thought was interrupted as she again felt a clammy touch at the front of her belly. It was nipple suckling time again! Tinya watched as the tri-seeder shifted position in the usual way to take her left nipple into its dilated open mouth, and then felt the usual clamping sensation as the mouth dilated closed bringing the familiar yet still terrifying sensation of needle-pointed fangs sliding over her areola and then nipping the base of her turgid nipple.

“EEEeeeeeeppppp…!” Tinya Wazzo squealed in terror as the tri-seeder suddenly began shaking its head, and her breast with it, from side to side. Phantom Girl fought to choke off the sound that she knew might provoke the insectoid to further violence, but couldn’t stop her fearful gasping even though the shaking had stopped and the tri-seeder’s right grasper arm had moved to the normal breast base squeezing position. Tinya just KNEW that her left breast’s skin had also been sliced open, deeper than the earlier cut on the right breast she thought, and was leaking blood. The sultry Legionnaire felt crushing despair as she waited for the big bug to sense the fatty tissue that were the principal component of the boobies she was so proud of. Phantom Girl waited for the first of what would be a dozen or so bites that, in the end, would leave her one breasted at the very best.

Tinya shivered in terror as the suction continued to gradually increase on her nipple for several minutes, and then watched the tri-seeder lift its head up. Tears flowed from Phantom Girl’s eyes as she saw the blood leaking from two different places at the base of her left nipple. The Legionnaire held her breath and fought against sobbing as she watched the tri-seeder’s head hover above the injured nipple as it continued to poke and prod her right breast with its left grasper arm while the right grasper arm continued its rhythmic squeezing of the base of her left breast. The insectoid was making a pig-like snorting sound and seemed to be trying to decide what to do. Phantom Girl had the distinct impression that the big alien bug was expecting to uncover something that it couldn’t yet sense.

Phantom Girl took in a quick breath as she watched the tri-seeder shift positions and center its mouth over her right breast. Tinya nearly peed herself as the mouth lowered, contracted around her right nipple, gave the nipple base a sharp nip, and then shook its head AND the breast the mouth was clamped to the tip of. The head raised, and the spread-eagled Legionnaire could see that her right nipple had been injured again. Again the tri-seeder seemed to be trying to search for something it expected to find, but hadn’t yet identified, as it snorted. The head lowered to hover barely above the wounded right breast, and Phantom Girl’s nipple turreted rock hard as she felt air moving over it and the smell of ‘nutmeg’ increased. Tinya Wazzo’s teary blue eyes fill with horror as she realized the tri-seeder was using its mouth to ‘smell’ for the fat it craved. THIS tri-seeder had found fat in mammalian breasts before, and remembered it. THIS tri-seeder had eaten at least one girl’s breast before, and had a fond memory of that meal!

Tinya felt a powerful cramp in her abdomen, followed by the familiar movement that she knew was making the surface of her belly ripple with little bumps moving to and fro. It was time for Phantom Girl to give another birthing to tri-seeder hatchlings! The Legionnaire wondered if the disgusting extrusion of alien insectoids from her reproductive canal would this time take place while her breasts were being ripped one chunk at a time from her chest. The tri-seeder above it sucked air above her right nipple again, obviously considering doing just that if it could just identify the tasty treat it expected to find there. It shifted and sucked air above her left nipple. Then the insectoid lifted up, pulling its grappler arms off of Tinya’s chest, and backed away. Phantom Girl, trembling in both terror and relief, bawled softly through the entire thirtyish hatchlings extruded one by one down her vagina and past her vulva.

Tinya fought for composure as the seventh tri-seeder soon straddled the sandstone disk she was staked out on. Phantom Girl found it much harder to embrace her Xenobestial rape with her new three-legged lover, mostly due to her disconcertment caused by what she felt sure was a near debreasting, but also partly due to discomfort she was feeling in her vagina. The tri-seeder bulls’ repeated pummeling of her love canal with their massive inseminators was beginning to make the Legionnaire sore. Phantom Girl was just glad Jarlson wasn’t around to read that jarring conclusion on her face! A grimace had formed on Tinya’s face before the look was replaced with a grin of satiation eight minutes later. Phantom Girl blushed as her loud triple-sigh filled the natural sandstone amphitheater, and she received another hosing of the egg/sperm magic-hatchling-maker juice.

Despite the onset of tenderness in her abused sexual assets, it took several minutes for Tinya’s orgasm to subside, allowing relief to form on her face as her insectoid sex partner pulled its massive inseminator out of her. Phantom Girl was again given time to consider her situation as her belly swelled and the tri-seeder above her waited to begin working over her nicked up breast tips.

Clearly, bachelor number six had known that her breasts held the fatty tissue Jarlson said the tri-seeders craved. Tinya had to assume that THAT knowledge varied from one individual insectoid to another, most likely related to experience gained through participation in amphitheater executions. Older tri-seeders were likely to have had more opportunities to rut with staked out victims than their younger nest mates. Phantom Girl tried to think of any noticeable difference between that particular tri-seeder and the others, not that an ability to identify that difference was likely to be of any benefit, staked out spread-eagled as she was. Bachelor number six had not seemed any larger than any of the others, Tinya thought. It had, however, fathered the largest clutch of hatchlings Tinya’s seedings had produced so far. Perhaps its skin had been a lighter brown. Phantom Girl would hope that she would draw darker skinned sex partners for the rest of her ordeal.

Phantom Girl turned her mind to the question of why the experienced breast devourer hadn’t munched on her C-cups, not that she was in any way displeased that he’d missed out on his fat snack. The nipples on both her breasts had been punctured. Then Tinya had another epiphany! There wasn’t that much fat in nipple tissue. The fat was in the conical lumps of the breasts themselves. If she could avoid a deep cut during the areola scrapping portion of the breast suckling ceremony, she just might keep her breasts until she either escaped, if the Universal Force was with her, or became hatchling food.

Believing she had solved the conundrum behind her last terrifying breast-suckling-by-insectoid experience, Phantom Girl decided to return her attention to life as potential livestock, assuming the gynophagia referendum would go to a vote and pass. Brainiac 5 had said going to a vote was nearly a sure thing, and that the United Planets, meaning her mother’s administration, was supporting both the right to vote on the referendum AND the referendum itself. President Wazzo’s support for the referendum would move a lot of female voters to a yes vote, seeing as both Winema and Tinya held duel local-planet citizenships for both Bgtzl and Terra. Tinya thought it a given that support for the referendum would be nearly unanimous on the male citizen side, so her mother’s public support would likely seal the outcome.

Tinya chuckled softly as she realized the absurdity of what was about to happen. Not only was Phantom Girl going to stop speaking out against state-sponsored gynophagia, she was probably going to vote for it! If both her mother and the Legion planned on embracing the new state-sanctioned program, Tinya was duty bound to support it quite publically. This was especially true given that, sooner or later, the famous Legionnaire who was also the UP President’s daughter would be EXPECTED to act as the ultimate role model and voluntarily report to the meat processing facility. In order for Phantom Girl’s public processing to serve its purpose—to encourage female citizens to see entering the lottery as their civic duty—Phantom Girl HAD to be seen as a staunch gynophagia supporter. In view of Brainiac 5’s estimate of the time it would take him to solve the meat-shortage problem, Tinya Wazzo wouldn’t be able to dodge that expectation long enough to matter. If Phantom Girl didn’t die this day on Sargon II on duty as a member of the Legion of Super-Heroes, she would die as livestock in a matter of months, or at best, a few years, on Terra!

Phantom Girl was just reminding herself that, when it came time for a soul to join the Universal Force, it didn’t matter how long the corporeal person lived, it mattered how justly and how fully the person had lived life during their corporeal existence, when she felt the now familiar touch on her belly. Tinya gave her breasts her full attention, fearing disaster, during the subsequent suckling session, but when the abdominal cramps began a handful of minutes later, and the tri-seeder had lifted off of her chest, her moneymakers were in the same condition the older insectiod before her current breeder had left them.

The birthing process that followed breeder number seven’s departure had followed the regular pattern as well, although the itching and prickling sensations caused by the hatchlings, this time just past twelve, were much more noticeable! This was more evidence that Phantom Girl was getting sore from her insectoid rapes!

Chapter 8. Hope Crushed!

The tri-seeder nest clan clearly didn’t care about Tinya Wazzo’s discomfort, for breeder number eight immediately stepped before and between her feet, waited for the usual lingering hatchling to scamper away and join the swelling crowd of children to Tinya’s left, and then stepped over the well-used girl. Phantom Girl licked her lips and tried to swallow spit she couldn’t find in her parched mouth. Tinya thought she was going to be hard-pressed to appreciate the efforts of this bull tri-seeder as the head and grasper arms rotated downward to pin her firmly against the circle of sandstone under her helpless body. Phantom Girl winced as pain erupted from the scrapes on her back and derriere. Still, the Legionnaire twisted and bent her head so that she could get a good view of the insectoid’s long thick inseminator.

Phantom Girl grinned sheepishly as she watched the tri-seeder adjust its abdomen to lower the massive penile probe before her puffy inner labia, and urged softly with a giggle of embarrassment, “Easy there, big fellow. Why don’t you try treating a girl with a little bit of respect, and just ease that big bitch tamer you’re sporting slowly and gently into my vagina. I’ll enjoy your rutting with me a whole lot more, and you’ll likely get your chance to inseminate me before you start getting antsy!” Tinya giggled a little louder at the ‘antsy’ quip, and then moaned softly as she felt her labial lips parted and watched the insectoid’s penis/ovipositor appendage get pushed slowly forward into her vagina. Pleasure filled the Legionnaire’s long, steady moan until the tip of the inseminator finally butted gently against the back of her love canal.

“Way to go, big guy!” Tinya Wazzo whispered softly upward, feeling more than a little silly for behaving like the tri-seeder had knowingly complied with her request for gentle sex. “Go ahead and take me big guy. Go easy at first, before you fuck me silly. Don’t worry! I may be getting sore, but I’m still pretty tough. Just don’t fill me with the magic-hatchling-maker juice until you hear me sighing in ec…OHHhhh! UHHhhh! UHHHhhhhhh!”

Phantom Girl’s gasps and groans continued for four long minutes as the tri-seeder bull above her used its massive member to firmly, rhythmically, and mercilessly plunder her love canal. The pounding continued for another long minute while the amphitheater was filled by Tinya’s loud triple sighs of orgasm, and climatic bliss filled her face. The Legionnaire was still in the throes of ecstasy when the tri-seeder bull finally seeded her womb with an explosive blast of egg/sperm mixture that added to her messy thighs. Tens of seconds later, as the inseminator was slowly pulled from her vagina, chagrin was added to the bliss on Tinya’s face. Phantom Girl had paid for her latest romp with an alien insectoid by earning an even sorer love canal.

As the tri-seeder followed the usual procedure of standing dormant above Tinya while her belly slowly swelled with growing hatchlings, the Legionnaire licked her cracked lips and tried to create some moisture in her mouth as she tried to get her thoughts in order. If she was lucky, her watering would come every four inseminations, so her current insectoid mate just might be a chance to get the neural inhibitor collar deactivated. If that chance came before she received liquid refreshment from the tri-seeder’s inseminator, so be it. If not, she needed to drink deeply again. It was afternoon by Sargon II’s standards, and the temperature was steadily rising.

On the plus side, the shadow from the rock formation behind her had widened to encompass Tinya’s head. If Phantom Girl failed to free herself soon, she would probably be in the shade for her last few inseminations, AND the hatchling feast that followed. That would be good for her already troubling sunburns, but Tinya realized there was little hope that her nutrients would last until darkness. Phantom Girl would be forced to watch her ‘offspring’ devouring her, or at least the beginning of that devouring, in the light of day.

Turning her mind away from those dark thoughts, Phantom Girl returned to the prospect of returning to a gynophagia-embracing Terra. Once again, Tinya reminded herself that a long life was not necessarily a justly and fully lived life, at least not by the standards of the Universal Force, according to Tinya’s own beliefs. Phantom Girl conceded that she was going to have her soul freed to join the sum of all souls soon: today on Sargon II or within a year, two if she was particularly blessed, on Terra.

If the Universal Force favored her, and Tinya’s escape plan today on Sargon II worked, it would hardly be just for her to feel sorry for herself when the time came for her to serve as a girl-in-gynophagia-land role model. Other girls, less blessed than herself, would be facing similar problems, if only from bad luck in having their name selected in the lottery, including some of her fellow legionnaires. The stress of losing members at a dramatically increased rate could tear the Legion apart. Phantom Girl loved the Legion of Super-Heroes and was determined not to have it fail because of herself and her female teammates. Tinya thought that finding a solution to the stresses caused by a drain of the Legion’s female members might be a noble cause to turn her mind to. However, she’d let that train of thought simmer in her subconscious mind for a while.

Tinya Wazzo had to admit that, in many of her friends’ eyes at least, she hadn’t been living her life as fully as she could with respect to both her sex life and her willingness to participate in potentially dangerous but definitely adventurous activities. Sure, she was very active in Legion affairs, which obviously included plenty of danger given her current predicament, but, other than her romantic relationship with Ultra Boy, that activity was mostly restricted to the formal duties of a Legionnaire. Tinya’s relationship with Ultra Boy had been strictly monogamous, which she knew was unusual for a modern couple, although Jo hadn’t complained.

Phantom Girl decided she would ask Ultra Boy if she should comply with the next request from one of the Legionnaires for her to pull a Legion train, and then laughed at the archaic origins of the sex act terminology; locomotives, railcars, and railways hadn’t been used for centuries. If Jo was feeling that his own sex life had been too mundane in the past, due to what he perceived to be his girlfriend’s prudishness, he would likely be more forward with her after she ran the train pulling question by him. Phantom Girl knew a lot of the Legionnaires sometimes swapped partners or engaged in group sex; during her first year with the Legion, Tinya had stumbled into a room where Saturn Girl was taking turns performing fellatio on Cosmic Boy and Bouncing Boy, while her main squeeze, Lightning Lad, stood watching fully clothed. ‘By the Universal Force,’ Tinya Wazzo mentally proclaimed, ‘I’m going to loosen up and test the waters when it comes to opportunities to have great sex if I managed to blast rockets off of this rock!’

Phantom Girl was about to turn her attention to the question of adventurous activities when she felt clammy insectoid skin on her belly. Tinya immediately gave the tri-seeder shifting position above her the full attention it deserved for two reasons. Firstly, she wanted to make sure that she did nothing to interest the insectoid in anything other than milk when it came to her C-cups, and secondly, if the big bug did move forward to water her, Tinya wanted to be able to react immediately should one of the creature’s three legs come close enough for her to try to neck butt it. The Legionnaire actually enjoyed the suckling this time, for it was performed gently as the tri-seeder sucked milk for several minutes from each breast, relieving an aching feeling she was feeling in each breast as the lactation hormones in the egg/sperm mixture did its work too well, and mostly without the feel of teeth on her skin.

As the breast suckling ended early, before any abdominal cramps, although Tinya could again feel life moving around in her womb, she knew she was going to be watered. Believing the creatures could be somewhat telepathic, Phantom Girl tried only to think about her thirst, and put her plan out of her mind. Sure enough, the tri-seeder bull stepped forward instead of backward, and the tri-seeder behind her backed up to make way. Tinya watched as the tri-seeder before her positioned its inseminator over her chin, and opened her mouth wide with eagerness on her face. Soon she was gulping liquid that tasted like nectar of the gods to a very parched Phantom Girl. After the tri-seeder finished watering her, it rotated its body toward its left, turning towards the exit to the amphitheater, and its left leg landed on the round platform right next to the right side of Phantom Girl’s neck

Phantom Girl pushed her left arm as far out towards the left arm stake as she could, and pulled hard on her right wrist chain as she threw her head and neck to the right. Tinya felt a smack against the neural inhibitor collar and tried to phase and pull her arms and feet together! Phantom Girl was still being held spread-eagled! She’d missed hitting the activator button! Tinya pulled and threw her head and neck to the right again, this time trying to roll her body slightly to the right. She felt another smack on the inhibitor collar! As Phantom Girl tried to will herself to be intangible, the tri-seeder, making an elephant-like bugling sound, whirled further to its left and stepped backwards and to Tinya’s left.

“EEEeeeeeiiii!” Phantom Girl shrieked as the tri-seeder’s head dropped abruptly downward and she felt teeth close around the outer margin of her left areola. “NOOoooo! PLEASE! Don’t bite! I’m Sorry!” Tinya Wazzo shrilled in desperation as the increasing pressure on dagger tips around her areola proved her attempt escape had been a dismal failure. She still couldn’t phase to intangibility, and now she was going to pay for her escape attempt by having her left breast, possibly both breasts, ripped from her chest in chunks and eaten as she watched!

Tinya gasped seconds later as her abdomen cramped badly and she felt a hatchling push its way through her cervix and begin down her vagina, while the angered tri-seeder above her began to tug upward on her left breast tip. Then, as the first new hatchling popped out of her vulva from between her inner labial lips, the tri-seeder above her released her breast tip from its mouth, and, while snorting like a pig, spun slightly to its right, before standing still and quiet. Phantom Girl refused to look at what she knew was a badly mauled breast tip while hatchling after hatchling popped out of her vulva. Tinya lost count of the newly born hatchlings she’d birthed, she knew there had been more than a dozen, as she lay limply in defeat and sobbed quietly on the sandstone platform. Phantom Girl fully expected to have her breasts ripped away, probably by tri-seeder bull number nine.

Chapter 9. Brutality

The demolition of her boobies was likely to happen soon, Tinya Wazzo realized as she heard the precession of bachelor number eight leading his replacement around the natural amphitheater. Somehow, the sobbing Phantom Girl managed to lift her head as the new suitor stepped before and just beyond her widespread feet. Tinya noted the straggler that then popped out of her sex was of the regular tarantula size, before gasping in terror as she realized that the new tri-seeder bull was definitely a lighter brown than most of the insectoid rapists that had preceded it.

Phantom Girl felt certain that her theory about coloration and age was correct when the new bull, after stepping over her, immediately lowered its head to hover just above her left breast tip and she felt strong air currents flow over her precious orb while the tri-seeder snorted repeatedly. Tinya stared in abject terror as she saw three elongate tears in her fifty-cent-piece-sized areola issuing blood, the price for her escape attempt. The tri-seeder’s right grasper arm encircled the base of her left breast while the middle and left grasper arms pushed firmly downward on the center of the trembling Legionnaire’s chest. Tinya Wazzo held her breath while horror threatened to overwhelm her id as she watched the slices in her skin open and close and issue more blood as the tri-seeder used its grasper arm to squeeze and un-squeeze the at-risk breast while it continued to snort and suck air. Tinya was afraid she would pass out from terror as the smell of nutmeg grew ever stronger in the air.

Phantom Girl gasped in astonishment as the grasper arms slid into the usual hold-the-host-down positions as the snorting stopped, and the insectoid’s head lifted away from the bloodied breast tip. Tinya felt the tri-seeder’s abdomen shift slightly to one side as its rear was lowered, and realized she was going to get another insemination. The Legionnaire’s terror didn’t subside with the sudden turn of events; Tinya was convinced that the big bull had merely decided to put off its meal until it had done its duty as a breeder.

“NNNNnnnnnGGGGgggghhh!” Tinya Wazzo gasped in discomfort as her labial lips were abruptly parted and her vagina was invaded in one viciously quick thrust, and then found herself grunting in a combination of discomfort and erotic pleasure with each hard thrust of the massive member into the cervix at the back of her love canal. A few tens of seconds later, Phantom Girl was blushing as it dawned on her that she was again enjoying the hard pummeling her privates were taking from an insectoid monster; an eyeless bug-eyed monster that would soon feast on her chest pillows as if they were cotton candy at a carnival!

“UUUHHhhh, UUUUGGgggghhh, OOOHHhhhhh, UUUHHH!” Phantom Girl grunted in rapid succession as the tri-seeder bull’s inseminator pounded her sex with a rhythm that had been unmatched in rapidity by her previous insectoid consorts. Tinya couldn’t help but think that her newest suitor was rushing copulation in hopes of an early completion of its reproductive responsibilities. The Legionnaire felt like a cheap whore whose John wanted nothing more than to empty his testicles and see the back of her.

“UHHH, UHHHHhhh, UHHH, OHHHHhhhh!” Tinya Wazzo gasped as she was taken firmly and relentlessly by her Xenobestial fornicator. Phantom Girl drowned in self-mortification as the glow in her loins began to relentlessly grow, despite her belief that her insectoid rapist was dead set on mutilating her chest when it came time for its milk suckling ritual to begin. The Legionnaire’s blue eyes filled with tears as she continued to grunt and gasp as her body was taken against her will; she found herself wondering if the aggressive beast above her would even wait for her swelling abdomen to announce, through skin contact, that it had successfully forced its host to produce its progeny, before it began its assault on her tender boobies.

“OHHH, OOOOoohh, UUHHH, UUUHHhhhh!” Phantom Girl grunted as she mentally admitted that she was relishing the hard sex the tri-seeder bull above her was forcing upon her, and felt herself creeping ever closer to sexual climax. Tinya frowned and then blushed at this realization of just how much she was enjoying this particular breeder’s efforts to bring her to climax. The Legionnaire wondered if, somehow, the brutal bull didn’t deserve a special reward for its relentless efforts to drown its host in ecstasy before it flooded her womb with the egg/sperm mixture that would bring many heirs to its parasitical kingdom. Perhaps it was a form of karma that Tinya Wazzo, who had passed up the opportunity to get herself properly debreasted, would reward the hard working tri-seeder by providing it those very breasts as a culinary delight.

“UUUHHHHH! AAAAHHHhhhhhh! OHHHHhhhh YESSSSssssss!” Phantom Girl sighed loudly as the tri-seeder’s impressive stamina combined with its huge phallus and the thought of her eminent debreasting brought her to a mindboggling climax. “OOOHHHH, HHHHhhuuughhh, WHHHhhoooAAAHHhhh!” Tinya shrilled as her climax was amplified by the warm, wet sensation of egg/seed ejaculate exploding into her vagina and smashing into her cervix like a tidal wave crashing against harbor piers. “UUUUHH! UUUhhh! OHHhhhYEAHhh!” the bucking Legionnaire gasped in ecstasy, ignoring the backwash of ejaculate spraying against her inner thighs.

“OHHHHhhhhh, FUCK ME!” Tinya Wazzo moaned loudly as the powerful orgasm finally began to subside. “If only I could teach my boyfriend, Jo, to take me like that in bed, big guy!” the raven-haired superheroine chortled softly as she stared up at the tri-seeder above her. “Assuming I ever see Ultra Boy again, breasted or breastless. I’m still praying for a miracle, so I hope it’s the former if I get one, but I won’t be a poor sport if you make it the latter, lover boy. Just let me rest for a while first, okay. I’d prefer to have my wits together when you begin your nipple suckling…or breast munching.” Phantom Girl chuckled at the ridiculousness of her talking to the symbiotic parasite above her, but grinned as the beast slowly pulled its massive penis/ovipositor out of her, despite discomfort flaring from her vagina as the bug beast did so. Tinya ignored the gobs of sticky liquid that then flowed out of her vacated love canal to seep down the crack of her behind.

Tinya let her head lay back and rest on the low sandstone sacrifice platform after watching the tri-seeder bull become immobile, instinctively following the ritual of waiting for its host’s swelling abdomen to announce it was time to check for mammal-specific treats. The Legionnaire’s loins were glowing with sexual satiation, but Phantom Girl knew that wouldn’t help get her through the nightmare she was sure would soon begin. Tinya again felt remorse for not having had her C-cups turned into makeup bags at the body modification clinic; the clinicians had adventurous ways to give their clients fond memories of their debreastings.

Phantom Girl smiled sheepishly! Actually she’d had more than one chance to flatten her chest at one of those clinics. Now that she thought about it, less than a year ago, Duo Damsel had tried to convince all of the female Legionnaires into going to one of the audience participation body modification clinic services’ demonstrations which the clinics had hosted periodically as a marketing mechanism since their origins in the 21^st Century. Luornu had pitched the visit as an opportunity for some serious adventure, and offered to pay for the demonstration herself.

Duo Damsel’s bold idea was to have a raffle contest where two Legionnaires would be chosen in a random drawing at the clinic for the clinician to use to demonstrate the clinician’s choice of debreasting methods, and have their assets turned into clothing accessories. Luornu was up front in admitting that two demonstrations were the minimum number the clinician was willing to use in the advertising pitch. When Duo Damsel had trouble getting her teammates interested in the idea, Luornu had come to Tinya asking her to help convince the other girls, knowing of Tinya’s broken clinic appointment, which Luornu assumed was due to a lack of peer support. Phantom Girl had as diplomatically as possible declined to make the argument, knowing full well that Dream Girl would decline the risk of gambling her perfect D-cups away, and that the rest of the girls would use Nura’s refusal to participate as a reason for their own. Now THAT was a potentially dangerous but definitely adventurous activity that Tinya now wished she’d gone along with and had been one of the two raffle winners, given her current position.

Phantom Girl’s head popped up as the tri-seeder above her snorted and adjusted its position slightly. Tinya quickly bent her head to get a look at her abdomen, within which she could feel the familiar sensations of stirring hatchlings. There was still daylight between her skin, which again surrounded a rippling basketball, and the insectoid’s abdomen. Phantom Girl’s mind was drowned with desperate trepidation and horror as she wondered if the big tri-seeder bull was preparing to get an early start on his fatty snacks. Tinya Wazzo was about to lose her breasts without the benefit of the appreciative audience she would have had if she had eloquently made a case for Duo Damsel’s debreasting demonstration, and had been lucky enough to have her name pulled from the raffle barrel. Sure, the debreasting method would have been a surprise, but anything had to be better than a vore debreasting!

Phantom Girl shivered in terror as the tri-seeder above her again shifted in what she perceived as impatience. The insectoid had snorted again and was clearly sucking air to ‘scent’ the meal it desired. Tinya thought forlornly about the possible missed opportunity to avoid her impending fate at the debreasting services demonstration Duo Damsel had proposed. Phantom Girl should have been more willing to live life fully, which she had to admit meant being willing to take chances. If only the Universal Force saw fit to guide her past the seemingly unavoidable disaster her treasured boobies were about to suffer, and to somehow look more kindly on her next escape attempt, should she be watered again, Phantom Girl WOULD live her life MUCH more fully. Tinya Wazzo desperately prayed the Universal Force would be with her.

Tinya looked under the tri-seeder’s belly again, and could see the touch of warm human skin to clammy insectoid skin would occur in a few handfuls of seconds. Then the solution to Duo Damsel’s conundrum hit her like a light bulb had been switched on. The other Legionnaire’s, or at least some of them, could be lured into participating in the debreasting demonstration drawing if the number of potential participants was dramatically upped by making it a Legionnaire/Legion Fan Club co-event. The adult female fans would be expected to enter the drawing too, and adult male fans would be invited to watch; despite the setting, fan participation would be high as the Legion’s loyal cheerleaders never missed an opportunity to hang with their heroes. ‘By the Universal Force, maybe even Dream Girl, who revels in her fan entourage, would participate under such a scenario,’ Phantom Girl mentally proclaimed. ‘May the sum of all souls look favorably on me now, and I’ll see to it that Luornu’s fantasy comes true; I’ll attend every such event that is held until I make a group of deserving fans feel lucky!’

As she finished that silent promise, Tinya Wazzo felt the touch of clammy leather on her fluttering belly, and the tri-seeder’s head lifted, shifted, and then dropped downward to push a small circular dilated open mouth over her right nipple. “MMMmmmmmppphhh!” escaped from Phantom Girl’s throat as she struggled to remain silent and still as she felt needle-pointed teeth scrape across her right areola and then press into the base of the nipple in its center. “EEEeeeeeee!” Tinya shrieked in terror as the tri-seeder shook her breast by the teeth clamped around her nipple as it swung its head back and forth. Phantom Girl desperately tried to stifle her screams of pain as the insectoid seemed to be trying to de-nipple her right moneymaker.

Phantom Girl was breathing in deep terrified rasps as the tri-seeder’s head lifted back off her right boobie and snorted loudly several times. Tinya’s eyes widened in horror as she saw more leaks around her nipple, and then quaked in trepidation as she watched the insectoid’s round mandible dilate open to form a teeth-lined cavity that would easily surround more than just nipple and areola. Phantom Girl KNEW the first chunk was about to be ripped from her right breast as the tri-seeder snorted one last time and lowered its head. “NNnnnnaaaaaa!” Tinya Wazzo gasped as the mouth dilated partly closed and she felt teeth pushing into her breast tip more than a centimeter outside the outer margins of her areola. Phantom Girl again nearly peed herself as the insectoid head lifted slowly upward as the mouth slowly dilated inward and she felt itching associated with broken skin progress upward, across her areola, to again surround her nipple.

Tinya gasped in confusion as she felt the sensation of sucking on her breast tip, and the insectoid’s left grasper arm circled the base of the right breast and began milking it with rhythmic squeezes. The tri-seeder was suckling her nipple, feeding on the mixture of mother’s milk and blood issuing from her right breast tip, and the nursing continued for several minutes before the mouth was pulled just barely off of the nipple. As Phantom Girl felt moving air on her nipple while the tri-seeder tried to sense the fat it sought, she could see thin, shallow cuts all around the breast tip, on flesh tone as well as brownish-pink. Tinya found herself wondering why the beast hadn’t just dilated its mouth fully closed, and taken the entire right breast tip as the beginning of what she still felt certain would be a long feast.

To Phantom Girl’s surprise, the tri-seeder shifted its head sideways, repositioned its grasper arms so that the right circled her left breast and the other two pressed downward into her breast bone, and then began suckling on her left nipple while the right grasper arm compressed and uncompressed. The insectoid suckled firmly for thirty seconds until, not happy with the nourishment being provided, it lifted its head as high as the grasper arm around her breast allowed. Tinya Wazzo watched the head twist to face directly toward her face, and then gagged as she watched the round mandible/mouth in its center dilate open, this time even farther than it had over the right breast. Phantom Girl choked off the beginning of a scream as she saw at least three circular rows of bony inward-pointed daggers ringing the open orifice, each subsequent row less than a half-inch deeper than the other; the first row of needle-sharp teeth was more than an inch long, with tooth length decreasing inward. The tri-seeder issued one of the elephant bugles, before slowly lowering its head back towards the Legionnaire’s left breast tip.

Phantom Girl couldn’t help but get the tri-seeder bull’s dual message: the mandible/lips might form, at least most of the time, a circular opening of small diameter, but the creature’s mouth was much larger and more than capable of shredding anything that found itself in the orifice; and, at least up to this point, the bulls had held back on causing the kind of serious damage to her boobies that they were clearly more than capable of causing. “EEEEEeeeeeeeEEEEE!” Tinya shrilled at the top of her lungs as the expanded mouth went over her left breast tip, the outermost row of teeth squeezing around her boobie a full half inch outside of her areola, and she felt the needle points press firmly into her skin.

“NO! DON’T BITE IT OFF!” Phantom Girl bellowed as she felt her skin being punctured, and then shrilled again in horror and terror as the tri-seeder again shook its head and her breast while tugging slightly outward on the breast tip. Tinya nearly passed out as the tugging continued for a few seconds, which seemed like an eternity. The insectoid suddenly released her breast, sucked air above it while Phantom Girl stared in horror at a ring of clearly visible punctures that were definitely a lot more than skin deep a half inch lower than the outer edge of her areola. The tri-seeder let out another elephant bellow before turning and rushing out of the amphitheater.

Tinya wailed loudly with tears gushing from her blue eyes for several minutes, hardly noticing the first major abdominal cramp that announced she was about to give birth to the brutal tri-seeder’s children. Phantom Girl had experienced a lot of epiphanies during the last few hours; the one she had now was troubling. It wasn’t going to be some random tri-seeder bull that shredded her breasts as it ate them from her heaving chest! Phantom Girl, as the mammalian host, was being prepared—had been by most of the breeders that had already used her she suspected—both mentally and physically to provide a meal or meals for (a) specifically designated member(s) of the nest. The question was, was she to be a teaching tool for the young, or was she being saved to provide a tasty snack for the ‘queen’ of the nest. Tinya Wazzo bawled freely as she worried over that question as she birthed nearly twenty more hatchlings, now waiting impatiently in the shade along the amphitheater walls to her left.

Chapter 10. Useless Broodmare

Phantom Girl forced herself to try to regain her composure as a new tri-seeder bull moved to stand just outside of her staked open legs. As the insectoid stepped over the front of her lobster-pink sunburned body, Tinya had managed to get her crying to subside to quiet sobs. The physically spent and emotionally drained Legionnaire grunted as the new breeder, her tenth in a few short hours, bent its head downward to press down on her chest, its round mouth over her solar plexis, and the outer grasper arms again sliding around her lower ribs and the middle one between her mauled breasts. Tinya’s conical milk bags were very sore and leaking small amounts of blood from puncture wounds caused by thin bony daggers, and, for some of the more recent bite marks, some of the punctures had been elongated by tugging.

Phantom Girl somehow managed to force herself to look up at the tri-seeder above her through teary eyes. Her spirits lifted as she noted the beast was the usual brownish color, and not the lighter brown she associated with what she believed to be older, more brutal members of the nest. Tinya twisted and bent her head, her sobs now subsiding to silent tears, to peer around the insectoid’s head and under its abdomen to watch it position its penile inseminator/ovipositor in front of her sex.

Phantom Girl was definitely not feeling up to another round of Xenobestial rape, but, given her lack of choice in the matter, waited impatiently for copulation to begin. Tinya was determined to try to reach forced climax as soon as possible for two antithetic reasons. On one hand, she wanted to get to her twelfth suitor as quickly as possible, still hoping, although without much conviction, that she might get watered again by that tri-seeder, given the regular intervals between the first two hydrations, and could at least make one last escape attempt. On the other hand, while Phantom Girl would never totally give up the hope of surviving to live another day, preferably breasted given the horror that would accompany a vore debreasting, if she was going to end up insectoid chow, it might as well be sooner rather than later; a girl could only take so much corporeal torture before she willingly surrendered her sole to the Universal Force.

“OWOOOoo! AAHHRRGgggg!” Phantom Girl moaned and then gasped as her abraded vagina burned due to an abrupt and forceful entry by the tri-seeder bull above her, and her badly scraped up back and buttocks were ground into the grainy disk-shaped sandstone platform beneath her. Tinya moaned in discomfort for a full two minutes before sordid pleasure finally began to grow in her loins as her body gave into the sexually insidious sensations accompanying a monstrous phallus pounding in and out of her love canal, banging into her cervix with each inward push, and the rhythmic stimulation that reached her clitoris as the tapered inseminator forced her vulva to widen to an uncomfortable girth with entry and then compress to a more manageable circumference with partial withdrawal.

The tri-seeder was humping its inseminator into Phantom Girl with furious rhythm and brutal force when the raven-haired Legionnaire finally issued the staccato sigh of climax about eight minutes later. Immediately, Tinya felt the familiar geyser of warm sticky egg/sperm ejaculate blasting forcefully into the back of her love canal. Phantom Girl gasped and moaned in ecstasy for a good three minutes, despite the discomfort radiating from her sex, before her orgasm finally subsided and the insectoid withdrew its massive appendage, causing her love canal to again protest its rough abuse.

Tinya wondered for a brief moment whether she’d almost forced the bull to ejaculate BEFORE it had forced climax upon her, and then lay back and rested as the tri-seeder stood motionless above her. The Legionnaire put the upcoming breast nuzzling out of her mind for the moment; she’d find out soon enough whether her boobies were destined to be kiddy food or the feast for the queen /alpha male of the nest.

There was still the matter of living life fully to consider, if the Universal Force saw fit to have her survive this day, and Phantom Girl returned her attention to the non-sexual aspects of doing just that, which Tinya hadn’t yet sorted out. Tinya had been about to turn her attention to the question of adventurous activities when she’d been distracted just before her second watering, and hadn’t yet gotten back to it due to her failed escape attempt and the scares that had followed. As Tinya mulled over the matter, she conceded that it had been her unwillingness to participate in adventurous activities that were also potentially dangerous that her friends thought unacceptably conservative, and they weren’t talking about snow skiing either.

Perhaps, Phantom Girl mused, she should have her mother set herself and her friends up with escorts to Club X. Tinya Wazzo giggled softly as she thought about the shocked faces that would be on those friends’ faces when they found their male escorts would be forcing them to play whatever death games that struck the escorts’ fancies! Perhaps her friends would now not be shocked when they found out that they would be barbecue meat if they lost the death games. Tinya blushed as she realized that making girls food should be the one subject she should avoid just now.

There were other options for potentially deadly fun to be had. Duo Damsel, yes, Luornu again, had made another pitch for an activity that she thought could be great fun for the female Legionnaires, but this time dangerous in a different way. Duo Damsel had suggested that the girls participate in an annual strip poker plus plus game while the male Legionnaires watched. The first plus came from the fact that each girl, in addition to five clothing articles, would start the game with three coins. When a girl’s clothes were gone, she had to bet the coins; one representing fellatio, one representing copulation, and one representing anal sex. The second plus came from a fourth coin each girl would also start with; one with a noose on it. Luornu had pitched it as no-limit no-drop hang poker in which a girl could only lose items, and not collect clothing and coins from the losers of the hand, although who had lost which coin or coins would be tracked by the male Legionnaires for future reference.

The game would have ended when one of the poker players bet the noose and lost. The girl who won that final hand would have immediately tied the hands of the losing Legionnaire behind her back, led her to stand on a stool under a noose tied to the ceiling, noosed her, taken up the slack in the rope, and kicked the stool out from under her. After the unlucky Legionnaire had finished her terminal air dance, the boys would have a drawing to see who collected the sexual services’ coins that had been lost, and the loser of each coin would have to perform the specified sex act when the guy who drew her coin asked her to. At the time, even the guys weren’t supporting Duo Damsel’s proposition, but that was before state-sanctioned gynophagia was seriously being considered. Luornu’s willingness to take risks, which had increased dramatically after a brush with death that no one who actually knew what had happened would talk about, might not seem so extreme in a few short weeks.

Tinya giggled softly. Compared to her present predicament, a date to Club X might be loads of fun, although most certainly scary. Additionally, playing a game that depended on a girl’s skill and luck with the cards to avoid the noose, which Phantom Girl considered one of the least scary ways to have a girl’s soul set free to join the Universal Force, sounded very exciting to her just now. Tinya thought that after state-sponsored gynophagia passed, the bodies of death game losers were likely to be salvaged by the state, if not by private entities, so who was going to feel cheated if Tinya had a little adventurous but dangerous fun?

‘By the Universal Force, I will do it!’ Tinya Wazzo mentally promised as she smiled inwardly. ‘If I get out of this mess, I know I’ll be marching into a processing plant to demonstrate how a good citizen should behave in gynophagia land sooner or later. Who’s to complain if I take some fun risks while I’m waiting for the call to duty. I’ll talk the Legion girls into playing in Duo Damsel’s poker tournament, or Luornu and I will find a non-Legion hang-poker club to play in; I know they exist, although probably without the first of Duo Damsel’s pluses. I think I just might give Club X a go too, with or without my friends. May the sum of all souls look favorably on me this day, and I promise I’ll live what life I have left fully, every day!’

Having just made a mental self-commitment she would have balked at even considering a few short hours ago, Phantom Girl felt the overly familiar sensation of clammy insectoid skin touching her bare belly. All thoughts of how she would modify the way she would live her life, if by some miracle she escaped the horrid fate Rogg Jarlson had left her to suffer, vanished from Tinya Wazzo’s mind. The Legionnaire’s blue eyes were locked on the mouth that had been raised from the top of her pregnant looking belly to hover over her left nipple. The tri-seeder was snorting and sucking in air! Tinya waited helplessly to find out if this was the insectoid that would begin devouring a breast or two as she felt wind on her breast tip and the nipple swelled rock hard.

The tri-seeder’s head lowered as the right and center grasper arms circled the base of her left breast from opposite directions while the creature’s left grasper arm jabbed repeatedly into Phantom Girl’s right breast. Tinya groaned as her left breast balled and her right breast bounced, both aching, more from over-used lobules and milk ducts than the narrow and shallow tooth punctures she had suffered so far. The sultry Legionnaire moaned as she watched the dilated open mouth get pushed over her nipple, felt needle-pointed teeth scrape across her areola into the base of the fleshy turret as the mouth dilated closed, and then relished the sensation of suction and the release of mother’s milk.

The suckling lasted for several minutes, before Phantom Girl gasped as the tri-seeder’s head raised slightly and she saw one of the creature’s narrow tongues for a second time. The insectoid’s oral appendage was busily licking both splotches of milk and rivulets of blood from her breast tip.

Tinya held her breath as, the left breast tidied up, the giant alien bug stopped punching her right breast as it shifted its head above her chest. The beast’s left and center grasper arms shifted to press into Phantom Girl’s right breast base, while the right grasper arm pushed downward on her breast bone. Soon, after another sensation of scraping needles, the fine-featured Legionnaire was moaning as her right turreted nipple issued milk into the hungry tri-seeder’s mouth. The suckling lasted for several minutes, before Tinya again felt the sensation of a wiggling tongue sliding around the end of the breast. Phantom Girl cooed softly as her right breast was licked clean, while the movement in her abdomen grew ever more disconcerting.

Tinya Wazzo gasped as she felt a powerful abdominal cramp, and the tri-seeder above her released its grip on her right breast. Tinya shivered, more in anticipation than dreadful fear, as the insectoid snorted and sucked air over her right breast and then her left. Phantom Girl felt sure that this tri-seeder bull had tidied up her breasts to make her fatty culinary delights more attractive to another nest comrade, not itself. The question was, the Legionnaire asked herself after the insectoid had confirmed her suspicion by hurrying out of the amphitheater, would it be the medium brown tri-seeder now making its way toward the front of the sacrifice platform, or another light brown bull that had yet to appear at the entrance to the nest?

Phantom Girl pondered the question while birthing eight new hatchlings, which she watched scurry out of her vulva and around her left foot with more than a little concern; concern that had nothing to do with the discomfort the extrusion of the little buggers brought to both her vagina and her labia minora. Tinya felt sure that this clutch was smaller than normal, in size as well as number! The Legionnaire’s concern heightened as the new tri-seeder took the starting position just past her widespread feet, and both she and her eleventh suitor of the day ‘watched’ the usual late bloomer, obviously only two-thirds of the usual tarantula size, scurry around her foot. Phantom Girl KNEW this meant her leachable supply of nutrients was giving out! The tri-seeder before her bugled loudly, its head now pointed at the nest entrance, to indicate it concurred with Tinya’s assessment.

‘Come on, Tinya!’ Phantom Girl mentally told herself as the tri-seeder bull stepped over her body. ‘You’ve got to be strong…somehow find just a little more juice…produce a bit more nutrients…somehow make a bigger and healthier clutch for this big guy…somehow get to bachelor number twelve!’ Tinya was desperately thirsty again, and she prayed that she would make it to one more watering, so that she could manage one last escape attempt, assuming the watering opportunity AND procedure kept to the regular pattern. Phantom Girl thought of her desperate desire to make it back to Terra, and see her friends again. ‘Why, with the billions of other female humanoids on that ocean-rich world, did I have to be the girl to suffer THIS horrid fate?’ Phantom Girl smiled at the silly thought. She was here because she WAS Phantom Girl of the Legion of Super-Heroes, and she wouldn’t have it any other way; not even to avoid debreasting and death by vore.

“ARRRRrrrrrGGGggghhh!” Phantom Girl gasped loudly in agony as the tri-seeder bull above her shoved its inseminator abruptly and forcefully between her labial lips and into her vagina. Tinya groaned as the massive penile ovipositor smacked hard into the back of her love canal. The Legionnaire was still moaning and groaning in discomfort with each inward thrust of the massive appendage when she heard an abundance of skittering behind her.

Phantom Girl dipped her head back, despite the ongoing Xenobestial fornicating she was receiving. Her next rapist had stepped out of the nest entrance to wait patiently at the back of the amphitheater, and the tri-seeder bulls behind it, more than a few Tinya thought, were retreating back into the nest. Seconds later, Phantom Girl gasped in trepidation and horror as the entrance to the hive was filled by a new tri-seeder—this big bull was tannish-brown, closer to cream in color than brown. Tinya Wazzo knew she was looking at the queen of the hive—the alpha male. Phantom Girl had no doubt that this was the creature that would devour her breasts, before setting Tinya’s own ‘children’ on her to make a meal of the rest of her. The Legionnaire had little hope that she would get another chance to bang her collar into the leg of one of the insectoids after a watering, and use her special gift to escape back to her ship, ultimately to return to Terra where her many friends and its multitudes of inhabitants, both male and female, lived.

Tinya Wazzo groaned and moaned in discomfort and an overwhelming feeling of helplessness for eight more minutes before her body finally began responding to the Xenobestial rape. Another four minutes later, Phantom Girl climaxed, sighing weakly in a mixture of pleasure, remorse, and discomfort. Again, the Legionnaire’s womb was seeded with an explosive expulsion of egg/sperm ejaculate. As her orgasm quickly subsided, Tinya prayed that the hormones in the sticky liquid that filled her reproductive canal and coated her thighs and the crack of her butt, would somehow suck more nutrients from her body to make the clutch of new hatchlings growing within her womb big and healthy. While the tri-seeder above her stood motionless, waiting for Tinya’s skin to touch its, she prayed again to the Universal Force for salvation.

Her prayer completed, Phantom Girl returned her mind to the plight of the Legion of Super-Heroes as it tried to continue to function in an environment where its female membership was slowly depleted, not just due to the hazards of policing a very dangerous universe, but also due to the state-sponsored gynophagia program that Tinya, in her heart, had concluded was sure to be voted into effect. The exhausted Legionnaire suddenly realized that she herself was about to begin that slow depletion, likely within an hour or so. Tinya wondered how badly she would be missed, other than by her mother and Ultra Boy. Would they try to replace her with another Legionnaire candidate? They could of course, and could even find a new Phantom Girl if they wanted—all humans of pure Bgtzlian decent could phase to the intangible and translucent state.

“THAT’S IT!” Tinya Wazzo hollered and then flinched as the tri-seeder above her stirred at the loud sound, before returning again to dormancy. Phantom Girl had reached one final epiphany, as she mentally proclaimed, ‘They can start a Legion Academy!’ Many of the Legionnaires were from worlds where everyone from that world had their powers. It wasn’t just Bgtzl. Everyone from Titan had telepathy, though most were not nearly as adept at using it as Saturn Girl. Everyone from Imsk could shrink to tiny size, not just Shrinking Violet. Everyone from Cargg could split into three identical duplicates, like Duo Damsel could when she was Triplicate Girl, before she lost one of her duplicates battling crime. The list of Legionnaires with powers derived from the planets they were born on was fairly long, especially if you included some of the male team members like Cosmic Boy from Braal and Chameleon Boy from Durlan. Heck, Karate Kid could train talented Terrans in the arts of unarmed combat.

‘YES!’ Phantom Girl thought emphatically. ‘We can have an all-female Legion Academy officially affiliated with the Legion of Super-Heroes. They’d be Legionnaire cadets-in-training to replace the Legionnaires lost in battle against criminals, and the female members culled from the Legion through the gynophagia program. Some of those cadets would feel patriotic enough to enter themselves into the lottery, which the Legion could point to as examples of its support for the state-sanctioned program. That could reduce the frequency that the female Legionnaires themselves felt the need to be seen entering the lottery.’

‘Obviously the cadets would be available to participate in Legion functions,’ Phantom Girl mentally noted, now totally focused on her new idea. ‘Functions such as Duo Damsel’s plus plus no-limit no-drop hang poker tournament, if Luornu and I can get support for the risky game that might not seem so unacceptably dangerous anymore! The cadets could even be encouraged to hold their own games quarterly, while the Legionnaires only played annually. Now THAT would be entertaining, and the Legion would probably stop shipping the remains of the card game losers to the processing center once everyone got used to the idea of Club X style barbecues. Hah! We’ll have two or three backups at a time for each Legionnaire, just to make sure there’s always someone to become the new Phantom Girl or the new Shrinking Violet!’

Tinya Wazzo blushed badly as she realized how selfish her train of thought would likely be seen by anyone who could read her mind, or even the omniscient Universal Force. The battered raven-haired beauty still thought she had stumbled onto a great idea, but hoped the sum of all souls didn’t perceive it to be a selfish idea which should be counted against her karma instead of for it. After all, the idea was meant to preserve her beloved Legion of Super-Heroes, not herself. Phantom Girl would still be soon, if the Universal Force managed a miracle this day, be reporting to the processing plant to serve as a role model for girls in the newly minted gynophagia land; making the ultimate sacrifice to encourage THEM to enter the lottery and enter it frequently. Tinya Wazzo had no intention of trying to dodge her duty to be the central prop in the ultimate civic-duty demonstration at the processing plant, but she would stick to her mental commitments to live life fully until that day came.

Phantom Girl again prayed to the Universal Force not to ask her to join the sum of all souls THIS day—join it after a rather painful and aesthetically unattractive debreasting followed by being feasted on by ravenous hatchlings. Surely, Tinya Wazzo had enough positive karma to earn an escape from THAT fate, and a few more months of life to live fully while implementing her plans to keep the Legion stable in a new and dangerous world for female kind!

Phantom Girl’s prayers were answered by a cold clammy touch against her volley-ball-sized abdomen. The sultry Legionnaire was about to have an eyeless bug-eyed monster nuzzling her boobies again! Tinya hoped that her breasts wouldn’t get treated too harshly, and she’d make it to her twelfth suitor in a relatively undamaged state. Then she would either be watered again, and possibly get another chance for escape, or she would have her soul freed after the near albino tri-seeder at the entrance to the hive made snacks of her boobies, and left her to be hatchling food.

Tinya held her breath as the tri-seeder’s open mouth slowly shifted to suck air over her right nipple. This time the grasper arms were pulled upward, but the bottom of the arms remained pressing downward causing agony to emanate from her back. Tinya wondered if she had any skin left between muscle and the rough sandstone that had been grinding into her from below during her eleven brutal inseminations. The mouth lowered over the turgid nipple, and Phantom Girl again felt scraping teeth followed by a powerful suction around its base. Thirty seconds later, the tri-seeder pulled off the badly maligned teat and bugled in anger.

Phantom Girl shivered in fear as the angry insectoid shifted its head again, this time to lower over her left nipple. Tinya felt more teeth and then the sensation of even more powerful suction. Ten seconds later the tri-seeder pulled its head up and bugled even louder. Phantom Girl watched as the creature’s circular mouth dilated open to a frightening diameter. Tinya Wazzo understood the problem as she stared at multiple rows of needle-like teeth; she’d run dry! Despite the hormones she had just received another dosing of via this insectiods egg/sperm insemination, her breast lobules were no longer producing enough milk to matter. Phantom Girl was now a worthless dairy cow!

Phantom Girl screamed long and loudly as the insectoid head dropped slowly towards her left breast tip while the beast snorted over and over again. The tri-seeder above her was obviously going to show its displeasure at being robbed of liquid refreshment by taking solid sustenance, beginning with the tip of Tinya’s left breast!

The insectoid’s opened mouth took in the breast tip, and Tinya Wazzo felt needles pressed into her skin well outside the edge of her areola as she continued to bellow in hopeless terror. The Legionnaire’s shrill scream was drowned out by a bugled roar behind her! The inward pressure of the outer row of tri-seeder teeth ceased!

Another deafeningly loud roar blasted through the amphitheater from behind Phantom Girl, this time not competing with the quaking heroine’s shrill protest against a horrid fate, her lungs now emptied of air. The teeth retreated from her breast as the tri-seeder above her reopened its mouth and lifted its head upward to point at the nest entrance behind her.

The tri-seeder above her snorted twice and then bugled, before dilating its mouth wider than before and dropping its head downward, this time towards Tinya’s right breast. Phantom Girl screamed at the top of her lungs, but again she was drowned out by the bugled roar behind her.

Tinya’s disappointed breeder, bugled back a protest, and then turned and exited the amphitheater. Phantom Girl could now be quite certain that her breast fat belonged to the creamy-tan queen/alpha male behind her!

The Legionnaire whimpered softly as she shivered on the sandstone sacrifice platform. Phantom Girl’s last hope rested on the patiently waiting twelfth breeder that was now skittering hesitantly around her right side, seemingly uncertain about his desire to give her a new clutch of hatchlings after those stirring in her womb had been birthed.

Tinya, having managed to regain most of her composure, still hadn’t suffered an abdominal cramp when her newest and soon-to-be twelfth Xenobestial rapist stood just outside and beyond her right foot. As she glance from her bloated belly to the beast, she thought about her desperate thirst, and planned her escape attempt if this bull kept to the pattern and watered her when it was done inseminating her. She realized that this might come even sooner due to her milked-dry status.

It was nearly five minutes later, after watching scurrying belly bumps, caused by hatchlings pushing this way and that into the walls of her abdomen from within her uterus, before the Legionnaire groaned from the first strong abdominal cramp. Thirty seconds later, Tinya felt a second painful abdominal cramp, followed by the sensation of tiny legs pushing through her cervical canal and then down her vagina towards her labial lips. Tinya raised her head as high as she could, given her spread-eagled position, both eager and terrified to see the first of her new clutch of hatchlings.

“By the Universal Force, NO!” Phantom Girl gasped loudly in disappointment and deep concern after wincing in pain as her inner labia were pried apart and she felt the first hatchling pop past her vulva. The hatchling that scurried around her left foot on its journey towards the rest of the Legionnaire’s offspring was only a few times larger than a daddy-longlegs spider!

The brown tri-seeder near her feet alternated between snorting and bugling as another four midgets followed the first. It was obvious that the insectoid bull had been giving Phantom Girl its opinion regarding the worth of a useless broodmare, when it skittered toward the amphitheater exit without bothering to relieve the straggler from this stunted clutch of its duties to hibernate in her womb until the host took it to a place suitable for a new tri-seeder nest.

“NOOOoooo!” Phantom Girl called out with defeat in her voice. “Don’t go! I’m still good for another breeding! COME BACK! PLEASE! I’m thirsty…I need water!” Hope fled from Tinya Wazzo as the tri-seeder exited the amphitheater, leaving her with the nest queen behind her and a mass of hatchlings to her left scurrying to-and-fro in obvious excitement. Tinya KNEW what came next could only be the horrid and agonizing death of Phantom Girl!

Chapter 11. The Queen Will Not Be Denied!

Phantom Girl shivered atop the sandstone sacrifice dais for a handful of seconds that seemed like an eternity as she stared at the vacated amphitheater exit. Tinya’s spirit had been crushed by the betrayal of both her milk glands and her reproductive system, and she wondered why she wasn’t bawling again. The Legionnaire wasn’t given time to contemplate the dryness of her eyes. The helpless raven-haired heroine heard movement behind her, and she knew it was the near albino tri-seeder—the queen of the nest or the alpha male, depending on the gender you imagined the semi-hermaphroditic creature to be—moving out of the nest entrance behind her.

Tinya bent her head backward to look behind her, just as the giant insectoid’s head pushed over hers. Phantom Girl jerked her head downward, away from the nest queen’s. The queen bull responded by wrapping its left and right grasper arms around the back of her head, and the middle grasper arm around the back of her neck and under her jaw! The Legionnaire opened her mouth to scream as she felt her head pulled upward and an even stronger pull on her neck and concomitant push under her jaw cause her face to tilt backward—the scream faltered to become a choking gurgle as the air filled with the nutmeg-like scent and Phantom Girl’s eyes peered straight into a circular orifice mere inches above her eyes.

Phantom Girl choked off the gurgle and held her breath while quaking badly as she watched the circular mouth/mandible dilate open, and continue to dilate open to a frightening circumference. Tinya could see at least five circular rows of needle-pointed daggers, all pointed slightly inward, with the outer row being the longest at just over an inch. The mouth dilated closed in a split second, with the accompanying sound of bone clacking against bone. The mouth flashed open again, and snapped closed with the sound of teeth smacking against each other yet again.

The Legionnaire coughed in befuddled horror, before watching the circular orifice again dilate open. This time the mouth remained open, and Phantom Girl watched the nest queen work other muscles controlling its oral cavity as, with a swishy scrunching sound, the circles of teeth were rotated over an inch first counterclockwise and then clockwise. Tinya Wazzo was nearly to the point of passing out from terror and disgust and horror and despair, when the mouth again snapped closed with another clacking sound, and the grasper arms abruptly released her head and neck.

Phantom Girl fell back and shuddered helplessly on the sandstone dais as one insectoid front leg after the other moved forward to pull the terrible teeth-filled head over her chest, and the roar of an angry bugle filled the amphitheater. Tinya was on the verge of swooning as through bulging eyes she watched the circular mandible mouth again dilate open to an impossible circumference, and the head lowered towards her left breast.

“GO AHEAD AND DO IT!” Tinya Wazzo hollered a holler that came out more like a raspy cough. “Go ahead and eat my boobie! Both of them…if you want! I’m long past caring! I’m SPENT! I’m exhausted and I’m emotionally numb…from being fucked…from being bigged…from being milked dry…and from giving birth to horrid BUGS! I’ve done all that for HOURS now! I’m hungry! I’m so terribly thirsty…I’m ready to pass out from dehydration. EAT MY FATTY BOOBIES! See if I care. Those horrid bugs I hatched…aren’t going to find me…a lively meal either. I’m ready to send my soul to the Universal Force. My time has come. I’m READY! I don’t care anymore…about the sordid fate all those millions of girls are facing on Terra. Who cares if I never see home again. YOU DON’T! Maybe I don’t care either!”

Her tremulous rant completed, Phantom Girl allowed herself to lie limply on the sacrifice platform, waiting for the inevitable. The nest queen wouldn’t have it! The humanoid host beneath it wasn’t going to be allowed to peacefully accept the imminent devouring. While the other two arms pushed firmly down on Tinya’s chest, the boss tri-seeder wrapped the left breast base with its left grasper arm and forced the breast to ball and bulge upward as it lowered its head to the left of the breast.

The head dropped downward to ribcage level, the clacking sound of teeth snapping together rang through the amphitheater! The head, with its mandible dilated closed, yanked up! The oral orifice opened wide and the head dropped, again to the left of Phantom Girl’s chest. Upon reaching ribcage level, teeth clacked together, followed by the sound of swishy scrunching. The scrunching sound continued as the head was slowly lifted while being rotated to-and-fro. Finally the mouth opened and closed with repeated clacking sounds.

The nest queen bugled! The mandible mouth dilated obscenely open! The grasper arm squeezed and a badly abused left breast ached. The head lowered, and the squeezing arm pulled away as the compressed flesh entered the warm, wet orifice filled with multi-rows of daggers. The mandible dilated inward!

Phantom Girl shrilled loudly as she felt needles push into her left breast, not far above the base. The queen had demonstrated its breast devouring technique as Tinya watched in horror. Now Tinya Wazzo could feel the outer row of needle-pointed daggers pushing through her skin, beginning to enter the meat of her boobie. Phantom Girl waited for the mandible to snap tightly around her orb! Tinya waited for the upward jerk of the tri-seeder’s head! Phantom Girl waited to stare in horrified disbelief at shredded skin and fatty tissue mixed with blood! Tinya Wazzo knew that it would take a number of cycles of the breast devouring technique before the beast had slurped up the fettuccini with blood sauce that had been her sexy boobie!

The teeth withdrew! The mandible opened! The head raised and pulled off the still intact breast; intact but now decorated with a ring of narrow puncture wounds leaking blood around its base.

The tri-seeder queen shifted as the right grasper arm balled the Legionnaire’s right breast! The head dropped to the right side of Tinya’s breast, and the breast devouring technique was again demonstrated. The orifice dilated fully open, and the right breast was fed into the cruel creature’s jaws. The mandible dilated inward! Phantom Girl felt the base of her right breast punctured. The orifice opened, the head raised, and a newly tooth-puncture-decorated breast popped free.

The near albino tri-seeder bugled in anger as it shook its head above Phantom Girl. The head dropped again, this time with both of her boobies wrapped in grasper arms and the head centered over her breastbone, and again the queen demonstrated its breast devouring technique. Tinya got the message—the queen was NOT going to be denied the pleasure of dining on her boobies AND demanded that, as the used up host, Tinya pay full attention to the queen’s dining etiquette while it did so.

“I don’t care what you want!” Phantom Girl protested weakly to a creature that she was sure could not understand her words. “I’m sure I’ll scream as you start ripping up one of my boobies…before I pass out to never wake up again. Can’t you tell, I’m exhausted and dehydrated! I’ll die soon enough, without your chewing on my useless milk bags, if I don’t get water. You can’t expect me to be lively entertainment after what your nest mates have put me through!”

Tinya Wazzo simply surrendered to fate and waited for the worst, lying limply in her spread-eagled bondage. The Legionnaire thought about the two missed escape opportunities that could very well have saved her from the horrid fate ahead of her in the next few seconds. Tinya thought about banging the collar that robbed her of her special abilities on a leg placed closely to her neck. Yes! Banging the collar on the forward right quadrant! Banging to collar on one of the creature’s legs, and simply pulling her phantom-state wrists and ankles free of the cuffs! Becoming a phantom and running back to her space ship! Jumping off planet and going back home! Home to Terra, a planet that she had this morning believed was on the verge of badly mistreating its large female population. Now she knew what mistreatment REALLY was! If only she could escape!

The tri-seeder nest queen snorted three times and then bugled loudly. The insectoid lowered its dilated mouth towards Tinya’s right breast and snapped it closed and clacked its razor-sharp teeth together right above the breast’s nipple.

Phantom Girl gulped, but lay limply on the sacrifice platform, her spirit to fight her fate crushed.

The queen bugled again and snapped its jaw closed right above the Legionnaire’s left nipple.

Tinya Wazzo sprawled limply; she didn’t have enough survival instinct in her to do more than shiver at the terrible threat.

The nest boss snorted its disgust! The audience of new hatchlings waiting for their birthday feast chirped back clamorously and began scurrying into and around each other as if in a desperate frenzy. The queen tri-seeder roared out a bugle full of firm demand, this time its head pointed at the hatchlings.

The creamy-tan insectoid stepped back, withdrawing the threatening mandible from the air above Phantom Girl’s chest, and then wheeled to the right. The insectoid made the slow journey to Tinya’s right around the amphitheater to step before her feet.

The Legionnaire glanced at the beast’s monstrous inseminator, and then stared up into the sky, suddenly realizing it was late afternoon, and that she would now have the opportunity to die in the shade. What did it matter if she had to suffer one more Xenobestial rape before her soul joined the Universal Force?

The nest queen bugled in anger, or perhaps frustration, and stepped forward, its penile ovipositor brushing against Phantom Girl’s vulva causing a wince as her only reaction. The tri-seeder snorted its disgust.

To Tinya’s surprise, she didn’t get her ravaged sex speared. Instead, the tri-seeder queen stepped forward and positioned its inseminator over her chin. Phantom Girl was going to get much needed ‘water’! Tinya popped her head up closer to the end of the phallic member, and opened her mouth wide with desperation on her face. Even as she was avidly gulping down the liquid, Phantom Girl tried to remember exactly how the tri-seeder would proceed, post-watering, if it behaved like its underlings. If the Universal Force was with her she might get one last chance to extend her corporeal existence! The stream of liquid from the queen’s member ceased, and it rotated its body toward its left, presumably to chew the breasts off of a more attentive snack provider. The queen’s left leg landed on the round dais right next to the right side of Phantom Girl’s neck.

Phantom Girl thrust her left arm towards the left arm stake to gain slack in the chain, and yanked on her right wrist chain with all her might as she violently threw her head and neck to the right while trying to roll in that direction as well. The tri-seeder queen tilted is left leg outward towards Tinya, meeting contact with her collared neck just as the Legionnaire had reached the end of her lunge and her left shoulder was nearly pulled out of its socket. The neural inhibitor collar and the neck it surrounded banged into the insectoid’s tilting leg with such force that Phantom Girl was momentarily stunned.

The tri-seeder queen bugled in what obviously had to be anger, and wheeled around to position its head over Phantom Girl’s chest. The insectoid’s mouth dilated open and dropped towards Tinya’s left breast tip! Phantom Girl instinctively tried phase to phantom form to avoid the terrible threat, and yanked on her arms and kicked with her feet!

The queen’s mouth snapped through her snack, and then the head moved to Phantom Girl’s right breast tip and snapped through it. Through it! Through it as if it really wasn’t there, because it wasn’t! The collar had been deactivated and Tinya was free of the stake chains! The Legionnaire laughed weakly in stunned relief as she pulled the collar through her neck and tossed it into the furiously swarming hoard of hatchlings to her left. Tinya Wazzo’s ‘children’ swarmed through her like an enraged hornet’s nest, not able to get their tiny teeth into her ghostly body.

Phantom Girl stumbled to her feet and looked forlornly at her unitard hanging on the metal frame. To retrieve it, Tinya would have to make a hand solid, and the furiously swarming hatchlings just might get a finger for a treat if she did so. The Legionnaire stumbled towards the amphitheater exit, while the tri-seeder queen bugled loudly behind her. Tinya would have to wear the spacesuit, still in her Legion patrol ship, to cover her nudity until she got back to either Legion Headquarters or her apartment to get a fresh set of clothing.

Phantom Girl tripped and fell at the mouth of the sacrificial amphitheater, and as the hatchlings swarmed her and the queen bugled loudly again, she pushed back up to her feet. Tinya was not entirely certain she had enough energy to stay phased for long enough, or even the necessary physical stamina for that matter, to make the long trek back to her spaceship. The nest boss bugled again and made the smacking sound with its teeth. Phantom Girl stumbled forward, determined repay the Universal Force for her salvation by reaching safety and then living her life fully, as she had silently promised.

Tinya managed three shaky steps past the opening to the amphitheater, the swarm of hatchlings chirping excitedly all around her and the nest queen snorting in frustration behind them, when two of the light-brown tri-seeder bulls stepped from either side of the trail of boot tracks in front of her. Phantom Girl was cut off! She stumbled forward, ignoring the threat, hoping she could maintain her phantom state.

The tri-seeder bulls snapped their teeth through the Legionnaire’s translucent ghost-like apparition, and then bugled threateningly as they faced her back trail, forcing the hatchlings now trailing their would-be birthday feast to part into two groups. The insectoids continued to bugle demandingly as they split and chased the respective groups of hatchlings further apart, creating a pathway for the snorting nest queen.

Phantom Girl glanced back as she trotted on rubbery legs along the tracks leading to the rise of the first sand dune. The queen tri-seeder was only fifteen feet behind her! If the Legionnaire allowed herself to slip out of her phantom state, she would be insectoid food in a flash.

Tinya made it to the top of the dune, and glanced back to see the near-albino tri-seeder skittering up the slope, still fifteen feet behind her. The raven-haired returned her attention forward to the boot tracks leading down the more gently sloping side of the dune. Tinya giggled softly as she saw the first or her accoutrement that had been left by the space pirates as a breadcrumb trail to the sacrificial amphitheater. It was her panties!

Phantom Girl managed a short burst of energy to put another two steps between herself and the creamish-tan tri-seeder behind her. She’d phase her right hand solid and snatch up the treasure as she jogged past it. Then she wouldn’t have to go commando in the spacesuit she’d be wearing until she got back home, assuming she had enough stamina left to make it back to her spacecraft.

Tinya moaned as she reached the undergarment. It had been soiled! Soiled by one or more of the Crime Combine crew masturbating into it! Masturbating into it as they had watched her Xenobestial rape! Tinya felt nauseous as she stumbled past the panties! The burst of energy to reach the undergarment had been a useless waste. ‘Jarlson and his crew will pay for the insult someone added to my debasement beneath that first tri-seeder bull!’ Phantom Girl told herself as she started up the next sand dune, the nest queen still trailing her closely.

Two dunes later, Phantom Girl reached her first ankle boot, and tried to remember if she could shorten her journey back to the Legion patrol ship by veering away from the space pirates’ trail. Then, with the queen tri-seeder skittering down slope one dune back, Tinya caught sight of one of the light-brown insectoid bulls about thirty yards to her right on the same dune crest as herself. As the Legionnaire stumbled down the slope of the dune, she saw another light-brown tri-seeder shadowing her about the same distance to her left. Phantom Girl was being herded!

Tinya gasped in exhaustion as she continued following the track way towards the Crime Combine cruiser’s landing point. The best she could manage now was a shaky quick march, yet the tri-seeder queen hadn’t closed any distance on her. Tinya couldn’t help wonder whether it was still playing with its eventual snack provider, or if it and its nestlings were actually seeing to it that she DID reach her spaceship.

As Phantom Girl reached the crest of the final sand dune, having passed her second ankle boot, disc-decorated costume belt, and assorted objects from the still unaccounted for gun belt’s pouches, she felt a tickling sensation in her abdomen. Tinya Wazzo immediately reached a conclusion that was both a relief yet very disturbing. She WAS being herded back to her spacecraft! Herded there to make sure she did off planet! Off planet and carry the semi-hibernating hatchling still within her uterus to a new world—a planet her herders were hoping would be rich with female lifeforms! A world like Terra!

Phantom Girl found her empty gun belt near the layer of glass that marked the landing place of the now departed Crime Combine cruiser. From the gun belt there were five sets of tracks; three, including her own, leading from her spaceship to the former location of the cruiser, and two leading to her Legion patrol ship. Adrenalin, derived from the knowledge that she was so close to her spacecraft and fear that Jarlson might have sabotaged it, provided Tinya with enough energy to manage a weary jog towards either salvation or final downfall.

As Tinya veered to the right to follow the smaller group of tracks, the light brown tri-seeder to her right stopped in place while its twin to her left skitter-circled at an amazing speed, while the nest queen maintained a distance of about twenty paces as the Legionnaire jogged on. The insectiods were pivoting the herding formation to keep her on the path to her ship!

About a third of the way back to her point of landing on Sargon II, Phantom Girl found one of the two stun guns, apparently also left as a breadcrumb for her friends to follow to the costume marking what they had hoped would be the place of her demise. As Tinya examined the weapon, her pace now reduced again to a quick march. The energy cartridge was still in the handle chamber!

Phantom Girl twisted the energy emitter-level control to full, and glanced at the nest queen and then at the tri-seeder to her right. On full blast, the stunner could knock most humanoids unconscious for many hours, leaving them with a terrible migraine headache when they woke up. Tinya wondered what such a blast, or repeated blasts, might do to one of the insectoids. The queen tri-seeder behind her bugled loudly and stopped skittering. The boss insectoid’s nestlings both reversed directions and headed away, presumably back to their hive.

“By the Universal Force, these creatures are smart!” Tinya muttered softly in a rasping voice that spoke of the thirst that she again felt. “Not sentient with human level intelligence capable of abstract thinking, but they’re probably as smart as the smarter breeds of dogs…before they went extinct during the plague. I’m sure they are at least low-level telepathic receptors too. When I picked up the stunner and thought about using it, they knew I was a threat!”

“May the sum of all souls forgive me!” Phantom Girl gasped softly as she realized the truth. “The queen freed me on purpose! I’ve been thinking about female humanoids on Terra intermittently for the better part of a day while I was staked out before the tri-seeder nest…the problems they face, the activities I’ve been considering participating in with them, and the solution to the Legion’s imminent loss of female members at a frightening rate. Then, as I waited for my boobies to get munched on, I thought about exactly what had to happen for me to get free of those chains that were preventing my return to that female-rich world…Terra. The tri-seeder queen probably didn’t understand WHY I would be freed, it merely understood that I thought I would be. The tri-seeders’ instinctive goal to spread their kind, to form new nests, was greater than the queen’s desire for fatty snacks, and the need for the hatchlings to be fed their ‘mother’…the host…ME.”

Tinya struggled on along the track way, her march slowed by weariness, as she mulled over her troubling train of thought. By making for her spaceship, she was doing exactly what the tri-seeder queen desired. As an infected host, she was giving the dormant hatchling inside her a chance to start a new nest. The Legionnaire thought of turning aside now that her flanking guards had retreated, and finding a shady spot to wait for the hatchling to leave her womb, or for death. The queen tri-seeder, which had continued to trail her, now at a distance of thirty paces, bugled in anger. Phantom Girl got the message! The queen was trailing her to make sure that she either boarded her ship, or was dragged by teeth around one of her limbs back to the sacrificial dais. The bugle demanded that Tinya become the vector in spreading the parasites; the trumpeted sound was making it clear, the queen will not be denied her opportunity to establish a new tri-seeder colony!

Chapter 12. The Legion Always Gets the Bad Guy

Phantom Girl was stumbling weakly by the time she reached her Legion patrol ship; several times she had fallen and crawled for a while before finally finding the energy and will to get back to her feet again. Tinya had found the other blaster toward the end of the journey, also undamaged and still loaded. Phantom Girl noted that there were no signs her spacecraft had been sabotaged or broken into either. Evidently, Jarlson had been SURE that he’d seen the last of Phantom Girl!

Tinya glanced behind her. The near-albino tri-seeder stood patiently waiting fifty paces away. The Legionnaire opened the cockpit canopy and pulled out a water bottle and the first-aid kit. Tinya drained the bottle while watching the queen insectoid, and then opened the kit and pulled out two tubes. Phantom Girl liberally applied disinfectant to her breasts and vulva, wincing at the accompanying stinging sensation. As far as Tinya could tell, the tooth wounds were not infected, and did not look as bad as they had felt when she had received the bites. Phantom Girl used the second tube to rub sunburn lotion all over her body, even into her hair at the edge of her scalp.

Finished with giving herself basic first-aid, Tinya put the water bottle and first-aid kit back into the cockpit, and pulled out the spacesuit. Placing both stunners within easy reach, Phantom Girl struggled into the suit while carefully watching the tri-seeder nest queen. Her nudity covered for the first time in the better part of a day, Tinya plucked up both stunners. She considered testing the effects of dual stun bursts on the monstrous insectoid, but, as the queen bugled in anger, thought better of it. It was a waste of energy, for it wouldn’t kill the beast, and Phantom Girl still had a job to do.

Tinya climbed into the cockpit and put the stun guns into the weapons locker, before buckling up and hitting the ‘thrusters on’ switch. The rockets ignited immediately, and Phantom Girl watched the tri-seeder queen finally turn and skitter back towards its nest. “Well big guy, or girl…whatever…you’ve had your way with me, and I am not happy about THAT one bit,” the Legionnaire declared with obvious anger as she pulled out some concentrate rations to chew on. “You’re just lucky I’ve got better things to do than go on an aerial bug hunt. Jarlson blew it! He told me where he was headed, AND told me he was headed there without haste. I told him the Legion always gets the bad guy! That’s about to be Rogg Jarlson! Rogg Jarlson AND his crew of vacuum sucking space trash!”

Phantom Girl switched the patrol ship’s inertial dampeners on full, and pulled the rear rocket throttle all the way back. The Legion patrol ship shot from the ground, and Sargon II was a speck in the ship’s rear view screen less than two minutes later. After carefully plotting a very particular course to Altair system, Phantom Girl’s patrol ship jumped into hyperspace at maximum warp.

“YES!” Phantom Girl proclaimed with obvious excitement despite her exhausted state as she dropped out of hyperspace about two hours later. There was a lighted symbol on her heads-up display for a fraction of a second before her carefully chosen course brought her patrol ship behind the giant ice planet, Altair VIII. Tinya checked the transponder registration that had been recorded by the ship’s computers with the transponder signal recorded during entry into Sargon system. They were the same! Phantom Girl had caught the Space Combine cruiser while the system’s white dwarf star was between Jarlson’s ship and Altair IV.

Phantom Girl armed weapons and raised her energy shields before throttling thrust to maximum as she set a sling-shot course around the opposite side of Altair VIII, keeping the ice planet between her and the space pirates for as long as possible. The Legion patrol ship zipped around the ice giant and was immediately close enough to see the skull and crossbones on the ship’s fins in the magnified view screen.

Phantom Girl verified the transponder signal match again, and, choosing to forgo the customary request for surrender, fired three quick blast pulse rays with her nose gun, taking out both of the cruiser’s portside thrusting rockets and the main shield emitter array. The Legionnaire adjusted course as the space pirates began pulling their crippled ship left and upward with maneuvering thrusters, trying to get into a position to target the Legion ship their main blast pulse weapon, also located at that ship’s forward tip. Phantom Girl fired again, taking out the shield-less nose gun with a single blast.

“Cease fire and identify yourself!” a familiar voice came from the Legion patrol ship’s interstellar communicator speaker. “This is Rogg Jarlson, Captain of the Privateer ‘Luck or Bust’. Cease fire and identify! This system is our home port. You’ll be in a world of hurt if you do not comply, over.”

Phantom Girl fired another blast pulse ray, taking out the cruiser’s portside secondary blaster turret, which her sensors read had been in the process of being armed, before replying, “Since when do Privateers decorate their ship with the skull and crossbones, Jarlson?”

“Phantom Girl!” Jarlson spat back in obvious astonishment. “Is that really you, frail? Do tell me, Wazzo, are you breastless or lopsided!” In the background, Tinya could hear the Zacathan screaming at the communications officer to send a signal to the Crime Combine base as soon as they moved out from behind the sun.

“My pretty boobies are a bit sore, Jarlson, but they both are riding high on my lovely chest,” Phantom Girl replied with a giggle in her voice. “Although, I must admit, I now have a hankering to get my chest flattened by a clinic professional. That way I’ll never get nursed on by monstrous bugs again. Cut engines and maintain radio silence, Jarlson, or my blasters will chew your ship up to make it so. Will you risk breathing vacuum?”

“You don’t want to do this, Phantom Girl!” Jarlson replied as Tinya heard the communications officer yell in the background that he would have a signal lock with Altair IV in 26 seconds. “If you tractor me to a United Planets Space Patrol facility, they’ll find out you’ve been on Sargon II. Trust me, frail, that won’t turn out well. They’ll assume you’ve been infected, just like I’m assuming you have been. They’ll shuttle you to the closest star and airlock you towards incineration. The spacesuit you will have been quarantined in just MIGHT run out of oxygen before you broil. Break off your attack, or I’ll see to it that they know about Sar….!”

Phantom Girl couldn’t risk the ‘Luck or Bust’ contacting the Crime Combine base, so she blasted the communications array imbedded in the top rear fin. The Legionnaire then easily maneuvered to the starboard side of the crippled ship. Tinya winced as her ship took a direct hit from the pirate ship’s starboard secondary gun turret. Her ship’s shields were down to sixty percent! Phantom Girl blasted the secondary blast pulse bubble, and then took out the two starboard thruster rockets. With the Crime Combine cruiser totally helpless, Phantom Girl locked her tractor beam on the ‘Luck or Bust’ and set course back the way she had come, keeping a close look on her heads-up display for ships coming her way from the Crime Combine base on Altair IV.

Reaching the edge of Altair system with no sign of pursuit, Phantom Girl was just plotting a hyperspace jump to the nearest Space Patrol facility, while hoping Jarlson had been lying to her about quarantine procedures, when a broadcast came over the interstellar communicator. “Legion One to Legion Two, switch to alternate channel alpha and scramble. Then respond! Over!”

Tinya quickly followed instructions, although with some concern because the Legion of Super-Heroes didn’t use the generic numbering call signs. Normal protocol would have been to have addressed her by her nom de guerre. Still, the voice sounded like Brainiac 5, so Phantom Girl called back, “Phantom Girl here. Please verify identity!”

“It’s Brainiac 5, Tinya. Ultra Boy is with me. We are at Sargon system. Where are you?”

“Just leaving Altair system. I have Jarlson’s ship in tow.”

“Your last message during previous communication indicated you were landing on Sargon II, Phantom Girl. Clarify!”

Brainiac 5 seemed unusually terse, Tinya thought, as she replied, “Affirmative. Jarlson escaped from Sargon II after we landed. I caught up with him here.”

“You landed on Sargon II, Phantom Girl? Verify!”

“I said so, didn’t I? Sorry about ignoring the embargo, Brainy.”

“Are you all right, Tinya? Are you hurt?”

Tinya smiled as she heard Ultra Boy’s voice, before claiming, “I’m okay, Jo! No major injuries, although I’m very sore. I’m afraid I got myself boffed more times than I’ll ever admit on Sargon II, though.”

“Do you mean you were raped by Jarlson and his men, Phantom Girl? Clarify!”

“Negative, Brainy, not by men. I said I was sorry! I’ll report to a United Planets’ space facility for post-exposure quarantine as soon as I’ve dropped Jarlson’s cruiser off at a Space Patrol space station.”

“Negative, Phantom Girl! Instructions will be provided shortly! Verify! You believe you’ve been compromised?”

“Affirmative, Querl. Does this mean what Jarlson told me is true? I’ll be tossed into a sun…to prevent me from spreading….”

“By the Universal Force, that won’t happen, Tinya! I’ll be there to make sure….”

“Are you sure the parasite hatchling is still inside you, Phantom Girl?” Brainiac interjected tersely. “Confirm!”

“Afimative…pretty sure! Answer my question! What will the quarantine facility do with me, Brainy?”

“I will explain shortly, Phantom Girl. Are you wearing your spacesuit? Is your helmet on? How much of your suit’s oxygen supply have you used so far? Respond!”

“Affirmantive, negative, and none so far!” Tinya spat back in obvious irritation. “I have the full eight hours of suit air supply. Explain now, Brainiac 5!”

“Put your helmet on first, Tinya,” Ultra Boy interjected in a reassuring voice. “Querl is working over the star charts. I think he’s working out a game plan before he tells us why we’re not sending you to the UP quarantine facility.”

Tinya Wazzo’s frustration grew as she pulled the space helmet over her head and twisted it first one way and then the other to lock it in place, before tersely asking, “Why not? My helmet’s on and I’m activating the oxygen feed now, so tell me now why we are contemplating breaking the law by not having me report for quarantine. As Legion members we are all sworn to uphold UP laws, are we not? Will the quarantine facility simply dispose of me, the host, to kill the parasite?”

“Not intentionally, Phantom Girl,” Brainiac 5 replied laconically. “Set course for Protoculus system. I’m sending you the coordinates now. Ultra Boy and I will be waiting your arrival. Acknowledge and comply!”

“NO!” Tinya shrilled back. “I am not going anywhere until you explain why we are doing what we’re doing, Querl. What do you mean when you say the quarantine facility won’t intentionally dispose of me to kill the parasite?”

“Very well! The contagion control physicians at any UP quarantine facility would respond to your type of situation by putting the host in an air tight cell and waiting until the parasite leaves the host as part of its natural life cycle. Based on past encounters with the parasites, we know that, for some reason, the tri-seeder parasites will not vacate the host in a space-based facility….”

“The tri-seeders, although not sentient, are smart, Brainy, and they also have, I think, at least some level of telepathic perception. The tri-seeder hatchling would know, from what the host and other creatures around them were thinking, the nature of the environment the host was in. The hatchling in the host’s womb would know that the quarantine facility wouldn’t be suitable to begin a new hive.”

“Most interesting, Phantom Girl, and a possible explanation for the parasites’ behavior based on past encounters. As I was saying, the parasites will not vacate a host in a space-based facility UNTIL they get desperate to find food. Whatever nutrients the parasite has been getting from the host eventually peter out, and after a period varying from days to weeks the parasite does leave the host. However, by then it is too large to leave the uterus via the birth canal, and the chemicals that were somehow introduced in the hosts system to induce labor have been metabolized anyhow. That leaves the starving parasite with only one way out of the host.”

“Those bastards at the quarantine facilities just stand back and wait for the hatchling to chew its way out of the infected girl’s womb?” Tinya Wazzo asked softly in obvious disbelief as tears filled her eyes.

“Set course for Protoculus system immediately, Phantom Girl!” Brainiac 5 replied, his not answering the sultry raven-haired Legionnaire’s question speaking volumes. “Ultra Boy and I will be waiting for you in orbit around Protoculus III.”

“Keep your chin up, sweetheart,” Ultra Boy added in his most reassuring tone. “You’ve got Querl’s twelfth-level intellect working to find the optimal way out of this situation, Tinya. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms once we have you safe, my love.”

Phantom Girl’s reply was cutoff as the interstellar communicator connection went dead. Brainac 5 had obviously jumped the male Legionnaires’ ship into hyperspace. Tinya checked her heads-up display to make sure the Crime Combine hadn’t launched a rescue attempt from Altair IV, before plotting the course for Protoculus system. At maximum warp, Brainiac 5 and Ultra Boy would reach Protoculus III in thirty minutes. Towing the ‘Luck or Bust’, it would take her spacecraft two hours to get there. Tinya was hoping that Jarlson and his crew didn’t manage to put together an alternative communication device before she arrived. She was also hoping Brainiac 5 really did have a plan that would allow her to get rid of the unwelcome passenger in her uterus before it began chewing its way through her abdomen. Phantom Girl’s ship, with the Crime Combine cruiser in tow, jumped into hyperspace at minimum warp.

“There you are, sweetheart,” Ultra Boy’s voice came over the interstellar communicator two-hours later carrying his obvious relief with it. “Any further trouble from those Crime Combine space trash?”

“No, they’ve been surprisingly quiet. From what I can tell, they’ve made no progress in repairing the damage I did to their ship. I think they are waiting for me to re-contact them. I’ve a pretty good idea they think they have something to use as a bargaining tool to try to get me to let them warp out of being busted.”

“Turn off your tractor beam and match orbit with us around Protoculus III, Phantom Girl,” Brainiac V instructed tersely. “Move to within fifteen meters of us, if you can, and then rotate until your canopy is pointed toward us. I’ll rotate after you get here. Before the maneuvering gets difficult, you’d best tell us what they have to negotiate with. If it is you having been on Sargon II, that will not be a relevant point of discussion shortly.

“On Sargon II, they staked me out spread-eagled before a tri-seeder nest, Brainy. They holographically recorded the first insectoid bull having its way with me: being Xenobestially raped, inseminated, suckled, and giving birth to hatchlings. Three recorders! They’ve got me grunting in pleasure and sighing in climax as it happened. They also have me begging to avoid the rape before it started. I embarrassed myself and the Legion!”

“Nonsense, darling!” Ultra Boy interjected as Phantom Girl began concentrating on completing the more delicate parts of the maneuver. “Any one of us would have said anything to get out of such a dire situation. As for the other, no one should be embarrassed about their body’s response to physical stimulation.”

“Well piloted, Phantom Girl!” Brainiac 5 proclaimed. “I’ll rotate now. When I’ve done so, open your canopy and we will do the same. Then I’m going to EVA to you, tie the rope I’ll be wearing to you, and Jo will pull you to our ship. Then I’ll use your ship to tractor Jarlson and his men to the nearest Space Patrol station. They’ll see both ships have been to Sargon II, but think nothing of it in my case as I’m male. By the time Jarlson convinces them that I wasn’t the original pilot, you’ll be safely home on Terra.”

“But how does that solve the problem of the parasite I’m carrying, Brainy? I need to do something fast. I’m not sure how long the hormones they dosed my reproductive tract with will continue to induce labor when the time comes for it to leave, assuming I can get to someplace the hatchling likes, but where its kind won’t wreak havoc. On top of that, I’m still worried about those holographs getting out, despite Jo’s kind words.”

“I understand your concerns, Phantom Girl. I’ll explain as we go. I’m beginning my spacewalk now.”

“Protoculus II is an M-type planet inhabited by a large wingless non-sentient avian lifeform that should be very attractive to parasitical lifeforms, such as the tri-seeders. After I’ve departed, you and Jo will land near a nice place to have a picnic. After your lunch, Jo will give you something to put you to sleep, and inject you with something I whipped up in the laboratory to boost the parasites’ labor-enabling hormones. Ultra Boy will then move a good distance away from you, while keeping watch on you with his ultra vision. The probability that the parasite within you will then take the opportunity to begin a new colony is nearly one hundred percent. Once you’re free of the parasite, Ultra Boy will employ some of his other gifts, before taking you back to Legion Headquarters, where you will remain in the sick bay until you’ve been cleared to return to duty.

“That sounds too good to be true, Querl,” Phantom Girl giggled as the space-suited figure arrived at her open canopy. Tinya smiled at the green-skinned blonde-haired Legionnaire she could lock eyes with through the transparent front of his space helmet as he clipped a short secondary cord to the inside of the cockpit. “Are you sure it will work?”

“The simulations were as close to one hundred percent as a simulation ever gets, Tinya,” Brainiac 5 replied as he tied the rope leading to Ultra Boy’s patrol ship around the waist of Phantom Girl’s spacesuit and then undid her restraining belts. “Pull her over to you, Ultra Boy.”

As Phantom Girl was tugged away into open space, Brainiac 5 added, “As for the holographic recordings, well, I can’t destroy evidence, which as what they are about to become. I can collect them myself and see to it that they are sealed into evidence. I can then make sure that the tapes are brought to the attention of the prosecutor for Jarlson’s case, and get Jarlson and the prosecutor to release the recordings to the Legion’s custody when the case has been closed. Getting Jarlson to agree to that may involve a plea deal; dropping murder one if Jarlson pleads guilty to all the lesser charges. I believe he’ll do it knowing that the recordings themselves will guarantee his conviction. Do you have her, Ultra Boy?”

“Affirmative, Brainy, I’m buckling her in now. Are you sure about….”

“Affirmative, Ultra Boy! Don’t think about it until it is time to do it! Tinya said they were telepathic, remember. You’ve been trained for this type of scenario. Happy landings! Brainiac 5 out!”

“How does a nice picnic sound, my love?” Ultra Boy asked glancing back to his girlfriend buckled into the rear seat after Brainiac 5 had lit rockets towards the incapacitated Crime Combine cruiser.

“Great! The sooner the better! I’m famished, and eager to get one more birthing behind me. The Universal Force was smiling on me when I heard your voices over the communicator. I guess I earned a little good karma figuring some things out during an otherwise very bad day.”

“I want to hear all about it, love of my life,” Jo Nah chuckled as he plotted a decent vector to the blue and green planet below them, “while we’re munching on lettuce and tomato sandwiches and sharing a bottle of malbec wine.”

Thirty minutes later, after a dip in a cold stream fresh from the nearby mountains, Tinya Wazzo had begun chattering away between bites from the sandwiches and potato chips under the shade of a very Terran-like tree. The raven-haired Legionnaire had rested her naked body against her ruggedly handsome brown-haired boyfriend and told him about the sacrificial amphitheater and the dais she had been staked over. She told him how terrified she had been, how she begged, and how she quickly had learned to enjoy her Xenobestial rapes, at least until her love canal got terribly sore. That had reminded Ultra-Boy to give Phantom Girl Brainiac’s hormone boosting shot, before continuing with food and conversation, which of course included a description of the frightening breast bites and the fear of devouring hatchlings ending her corporeal existence.

Phantom Girl, moving away from the horror of the tri-seeders, also admitted she had rethought her position regarding gynophagia, and what she was sure the enactment of a state-sanctioned program meant for her own future. Tinya asked Ultra Boy about his thoughts regarding ‘Legion trains’, and told him about her new philosophy about living life fully, and how she planned to support both of Duo Damsel’s suggestions for dangerous Legion activities. She even asked Jo if he would consider joining Club X.

For his part, Ultra Boy had done his best to support Tinya’s new outlook on life, while trying to avoid seeming overly positive with respect to condoning positions that might suddenly be rethought, or allowing his girlfriend to box herself into a corner. The food devoured, the bottle of red wine had been opened and consumed rather more quickly than normal. Brainiac 5’s sleeping pill had been fed to Tinya at the beginning of her last glass.

The glass empty, Phantom Girl had laid back into a pillow of leaves while Ultra Boy had retreated—past the Legion patrol ship and a cloth-covered box with a fresh Phantom Girl uniform Querl had somehow found the foresight to pack atop it—into the edge of the woods. For Tinya, sleep had come quickly and deeply.

“Is it gone?” burst from Phantom Girl’s mouth two hours later as Ultra Boy gently shook her shoulder.

“It skittered from between you lovely legs ten minutes after you drifted into dreamland, sweetheart. I used ultra speed to scoop it up, followed by ultra invulnerability to keep it from biting me while I stuck it into Brainy’s cage; the box that I kept under wraps so that I wouldn’t think about it. I let you sleep for the next couple of hours; you looked like you needed it, so I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up.

“Querl had a cage stowed in the ship? The box my costume had been on?” Phantom Girl glanced back towards the patrol ship to note that her accoutrement now rested on cloth spread on the ground, and that the box that the cloth had covered had already been stowed in the ship.

“Yes, that’s right. A good thing too! Now we don’t have to worry about another infected world. Not even this planet’s wingless avians deserve that! Now, why don’t you take another dip in the stream and get freshened up again. Then I’ll rub more disinfectant into those breast bites and apply some more sunburn lotion. Then you can get dressed, not that I’m in a hurry to cover up that sexy body of yours. However, I’m eager to light rockets out of here and get you back to a doctor. Besides, we need to get there before Brainy; you know how he is about his debriefings. I’ll take care of that. They can ask you about anything I can’t deal with when you are good and ready.”

Phantom Girl grinned and headed for the stream.

Epilogue

“How is she?” Cosmic Boy asked as Ultra Boy entered the conference room at Legion Headquarters five hours later. Jo noted that Brainiac 5 had taken the seat at the head of the long conference table, and that he was flanked by two of the three founding members of the Legion of Super-Heroes. The third founding member, Saturn Girl was not present, evidently away on a mission.

“Phantom Girl is physically fine,” Jo Nah replied as he took a seat at the foot of the table. “The doctor just left, and her mom is with her now. The doctor said that there wouldn’t even be scars to remind her of her ordeal after he’d treated the bite marks on her breasts. He didn’t ask about how she got them. He didn’t ask about the vaginal abrasions either. I think he may have thought she’d suffered one of the more normal setbacks for superheroines; that she’d been gangbanged. He did make a scan of her uterus though, and didn’t say why. As I said, she’s physically fine, but I’m worried about her mental health. She’s abruptly changed her position on a number of matters. Could it be post traumatic stress disorder?”

“I asked for the uterus scan, and didn’t tell the doctor why, Ultra Boy,” Brainiac 5 interjected in a formal tone, asserting his position as current Legion leader. “It will serve as proof that Phantom Girl is parasite free if the Space Patrol comes asking. Thank you for the informative report on the doctor’s appraisal of Phantom Girl’s physical condition. I’ll send him a text message asking when she will be fit for duty. Also, I want to give you a nod for your debriefing report. It was very comprehensive.”

“Yes, very thorough, Jo,” the third member of the panel, Lightning Lad, observed in a lighter tone. “Did Tinya really ask if it would be okay with you if she agreed to pull a train next time one of us guys asked, and if so, what did you tell her?”

“I told her that I would be thrilled if she agreed to pull a train of male Legionnaires…IF I asked her to, Garth,” Jo replied with a smirk on his face as he stared at the blonde-haired Legion founder. “And, before you ask, I plan on asking her to do just that…the week after Saturn Girl does!”

“Imra would agree to do it without a second thought, Jo,” Lightening Lad proclaimed without hesitation as he answered for his absent girlfriend. “She’s been the linchpin at the center of more than a few Legion group sex sessions in the past as you know full well. You can’t say the same about Tinya, so I’m glad that she’s loosening up. I catch your point though. The truth is, Imra and I think that Dream Girl should go first. She’s the one that really needs to loosen up. Can’t we send Nura on a dangerous mission in some sort of inseminoid creature territory, Brainy?”

“That wouldn’t work for Dream Girl, Garth,” Cosmic Boy cut in with a grin on his face. “Nura would see that ultimate superheroine setback coming with her precognitive powers, and WOULD obey the embargo on females planeting on one of the infected worlds. Let me talk to Star Boy and see if I can convince him to begin lobbying his girlfriend. Thom’s horndog enough to give it a grade A try if he understands Saturn Girl and Phantom Girl will take their turns after Dream Girl. I’m pretty sure I can get Night Girl to agree to take a turn too, which would sweeten the pot.”

“Gentlemen, let’s not stray from the matter at hand,” Brianiac 5 urged while looking irritated. “Phantom Girl had one idea that I consider to be outstanding, Ultra Boy, as she underwent her ordeal. The idea of creating a Legion Academy with cadets being trained as potential backups for any frontline heroine going down is downright brilliant. I think we should implement the creation of said academy immediately after the gynophagia referendum passes. I also propose that we vote Night Girl in as a full member of the Legion, and ask her to assume leadership of the new academy.”

“Night Girl’s induction into the Legion is long overdue anyhow,” Cosmic Boy pointed out with obvious gusto, “if you don’t mind my biased opinion. I’ll tell Lydda we are considering reevaluating her application, and ask her if she would take the Legion Academy post if we give her a thumbs up. I’ll also see how she feels about encouraging her cadets to play in the hang poker tournaments that Duo Damsel and now Phantom Girl are hot on getting started. I agree with Tinya! Like everyone else on this planet, we’re all going to be jaded enough to watch a death game loser pay the piper, and will probably not think twice about keeping the corporeal remains for ourselves.”

“As for the other bright idea that Duo Damsel came up with and that Phantom Girl is now enlightened enough to support, Jo,” Lightning Lad began with a grin on his face, “Tinya might want to postpone the debreasting demonstration raffle for a while. Now, I’m not against the girls having a little fun while gambling with their melons mind you. It’s just that, I’ve been talking to Mr. Brande, and he tells me that recreational debreasting will be approved at the same time the gynophagia initiative passes. A number of businessmen are considering opening up debreasting club bars, including R.J. himself and some of his business partners. It will involve a whole new way of gambling—girls sticking their assets through holes in the wall while hoping no one covets them too much—and one of the few ways of getting a sandwich with meat on it. Yeah! Made from lost assets! I’m sure the details will leak out soon.”

“And anything Mr. Brande is involved in,” Brainiac 5 pointed out the obvious, “the Legion needs to support. He’s the principal philanthropist funding Legion operations, so we need to point whichever girls that suddenly decide they are debreasting fanatics towards the club Lightning Lad is speaking of. We should encourage them to wear their Legion costumes during their visits, and give the news media a good look and a popular story if a Legionnaire comes out of the club in need of having their bodice taken in.”

“Assuming the referendum passes, you mean?” Ultra Boy asked softly.

“It will pass!” Braniac 5 replied matter-of-factly. “I’m voting for it.

“Me too,” Cosmic Boy chimed in, “although I’m not sure how many of the girls will vote for it.”

“Imra was leaning towards voting for, last I talked to her,” Lightning Lad added, “and she knows I’m a yes vote.”

“Tinya was livid with me before Sargon II for saying I was considering voting to legalize gynophagia,” Ultra Boy admitted with a frown on his face. “Now she’s all for it and encouraging me to get off the fence. Like I said, I’m worried about her mental state, what with her sudden change of positions following this mission. Brainy, why are you so sure the referendum will pass? Surely the female vote will be a landslide against.”

“Perhaps that would have been the case a few days ago, Ultra Boy,” Brainiac 5 replied smugly, “despite the fact that females are craving meat-based protein just as much as males are. However, you can be sure that the majority of both genders will now vote for the referendum. The Church of Universal Salvation embraced the referendum this morning. Like I said, it will pass!”

“By the Universal Force!” Jo Nah exclaimed in obvious disbelief. “How can the Church publically support a program that will encourage a segment of its members to put their corporeal lives in mortal danger through a public lottery? Yes, I understand that it is the soul that is of greatest importance. Still! This is almost as hard to believe as Tinya’s sudden changes in positions.”

“Your concern for Phantom Girl’s mental well being is understandable, Ultra Boy,” Brainiac 5 acknowledged matter-of-factly. “And I will see to it that she talks to a psychoanalyst. However, Tinya is a tough girl. I believe she is mentally as well as physically well, despite her frightening adventure…or, rather, misadventure. I believe that the horrid affair merely encouraged her to reexamine how she needs to deal with the days to come, in view the changing circumstances and an uncertain future for those of her gender. I dare say that this change in her mindset is a most fortunate outcome for the Legion, given the government’s expectation that we will publically embrace the program. Most fortunate, although I do admit…anticipated. It is no accident that President Wazzo was already here when you returned with Phantom Girl.”

“WHAT?” Ultra Boy hissed in disbelief. “It almost sounds as if you set Tinya up to get herself staked out before that tri-seeder nest!”

“Easy, Jo,” Cosmic Boy urged calmly, “while we knew that it was possible that Jarlson might land on Sargon II, we didn’t tell Phantom Girl to disobey the embargo against female visitors to the infected planet. Tinya took that risk on herself with the warning blaring in her ear!”

“And she had a verbal wave off from me,” Brainiac 5 added, “although it was predictable that she would ignore my warning as well as the satellite beacon’s. A Legionnaire is driven to complete her…or his… mission. Yes, predictable, and the outcome anticipated.”

“DON’T, JO!” Lightning Lad warned sternly as Ultra Boy stood, ready to explode. “Phantom Girl wasn’t singled out! A handful of our female members were sent on missions with similar dangers and, assuming they make it through okay, similar anticipated outcomes. Be thankful that Phantom Girl’s mission has ended and that she is okay…able to face the challenges that await us in the coming months…probably years.”

“What Lightning Lad isn’t spelling out, Ultra Boy,” Cosmic Boy interjected with a grim look on his face, “is that Saturn Girl, Garth’s girlfriend, and Light Lass, Garth’s sister, are on very similar missions…as are Shrinking Violet and Shadow Lass. If those girls ignore similar embargos, and, as they’re Legionnaires, we have to assume they will, they will also have their lives endangered as they are exposed to parasites that use human females in their reproductive cycles. Phantom Girl is safe…we don’t yet know about the other four.”

“We got word just before you came in, Ultra Boy,” Lightning Lad explained with obvious concern on his face, “that Saturn Girl has identified which planet a Dr. Murman is on. I’m sure she’s about to planet and try to apprehend a man wanted for the murder of nearly sixty women. He’s on a planet with a particularly nasty species of inseminoid plant. This species is pollinated by a fly that also makes use of the host, once the inseminoid plants are done filling its womb with spores. Dr. Murman’s modus operandi is to strip his victim, rape her, and toss her to the inseminoid plants. When the plants are done with the victim, and free her to spread their spores to a new location, Murman recaptures the victim and stakes her out just outside the plant colony for the flies to use until the spores hatch. The flies are called ‘vulva flies’ after their favorite food.”

“Which is why Lightning Lad and I are leaving now, Ultra Boy,” Brainiac 5 added without emotion. “We intend to get to Dr. Murman while he is in the act of attempted murder, and to Saturn Girl before any irreparable physical damage has been done. Murman will be brought to justice, and Saturn Girl will be thrilled to have been saved…saved until the Legion is called upon to demonstrate our embracement of the state-sponsored gynophagia program.”

‘Yeah, Tinya figured it would come to that,” Ultra Boy replied somewhat sheepishly. “She says she is ready to report to the processing station when the time comes.”

“Imra was one of the Legion founders,” Lightning Lad pointed out grimly. “And Imra will insist on being the first to accept THAT responsibility, Jo.”

“Assuming we collar Murman before he has another murder on his record,” Brainiac 5 pointed out. “Which is why we are leaving now, forcing you, Ultra Boy, along with Chameleon Boy, and under Cosmic Boy’s leadership, to negotiate the frequency of the Legion’s demonstration of its embracement of the program. President Wazzo and Chameleon Boy will join you in twenty minutes. It will be the President’s duty to ask us to provide a role model for the program every other month, knowing full well that Tinya Wazzo will be our second or third volunteer. You three should counter with an offer of one girl per year, and hold at one every six months. The Legion is counting on you! Is that understood?”

“Yes, Querl,” Jo replied after watching Cosmic Boy nod. “It sucks, but I don’t see any way out of it. I guess us guys are going to have to grow callous when it comes to losing our girls. One question though, before you leave. Why did you have me bring the tri-seeder hatchling to Legion Headquarters? I know Phantom Girl admitted to enjoying the mating process, but you’re not expecting to feed Legionnaires or Academy cadets to that thing are you?”

“Well, if one of the girls wants to take a tumble with it, who am I to stop them?” Brainiac 5 replied with uncharacteristic sarcasm. “However, no, Big Willie isn’t meant for either colleagues or cadets. Once I train it, with the help of the holograph recordings from Sargon II that I salvaged due to Jarlson’s plea deal, Big Willie will be a unique experience for an adventurous sort of gal to enjoy in a couple of ways. Obviously, there is the breeding process, which as you noted, Phantom Girl didn’t hate. But the real draw revolves around the creature’s passion for devouring fat.”

“I don’t get it,” Ultra Boy admitted with a befuddled look on his face. “Why would any girl find the threat of having her breasts eaten by a giant insect attractive?”

“To be honest, I don’t understand it either,” Brainiac 5 replied softly before adding matter-of-factly, “but that won’t stop me from taking advantage of it. You see, Supergirl told me about some of her colleagues from the 21^st Century who have a time machine and a very strange passion…getting themselves debreasted; they have some alien technology that allows them to do it over and over again. We are about to have the first debreasting clubs in history, so I expect we will have those colleagues of Kara’s as visitors in a few months. Naturally, we will convince them that entering the lottery is the right thing to do, and publicize their doing so as Legion affiliates…which the public won’t question given Superboy and Supergirl’s past involvement with the Legion as time travelers. Then I’ll talk one of the 21^st Century girls, trick them if needed, into taking a spin with Big Willie. Believe it or not, I expect THAT will guaranty return trips as they all try to outdo each other’s vore debreasting. Make my excuses and give my regards to President Wazzo!”

Ultra Boy was slack-jawed as Brainiac 5 and Lightning Lad hurried out of the room.

The End

Maybe we’ll find out what happened to Saturn Girl in a future story.

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