She-Hulk and the Breeding Pits of Grodon

Chapter 1 Abducted

Rogon stretched his face in what passed for a smile among the Grodons, exposing his two huge fighting teeth each one a full eight inches long. Each tooth was serrated, the better to inflict damage on an enemy. He could not help feeling a deep sense of pleasure. The operation had gone off without a hitch. He doubted very much that anyone on earth even realized that he and his crew had been there.

He swung down the gleaming metal corridor. In a few minutes he would see the object of his pleasure. Patience had paid off. His men had managed to strike against their isolated victim without being detected, catching her completely off guard in the process. He stopped outside the detention cell door. The two guards saluted, raising their proton rifles to their shoulders and clicking their metal shod heels together.

“Is the specimen conscious?” he asked on of the guards.

“Not yet, High Lord,” the guard replied apologetically. “She still sleeps. We had to use quite a bit of force to subdue her.”

“That is as it should be,” Rogon answered. “She would hardly be worth capturing if she did not put up some sort of fight. Open the door.”

At the touch of a button the force field disappeared. Inside the cell Sidron waited, the slightly built scientist was studying a complex series of data displayed on multiple computer screens. “Well?” Rogon asked.

“Do not worry, High Lord,” Sidron answered. “She is resting comfortably. She fought well and she had to be stunned many times before she succumbed and was taken prisoner. In a day or so she should be ready for modification and breeding.” He pushed a button on a console next to him and a metal shutter slid back revealing a large compartment, and inside the long sought after specimen.

“Magnificent,” Rogon muttered. She was almost as tall as one of his soldiers, and superbly muscled. “How many warriors did she injure?” he asked.

“Seven I think. Not counting those with minor bruises and scrapes. She will make fine breeding stock. She should be ready for insemination shortly.”

“Excellent,” Rogon grinned again. “I can hardly wait.”

Jennifer Walters moaned. She had just experienced the strangest dream. She had left the city for some time alone. Every now and then, the continuous stares and muttered comments that followed her everywhere became overwhelmingly oppressive and she just had to get away from it all. So she had taken a drive in the country and gone for a walk. It was her favourite place. Few normal humans could follow her there as just reaching the secluded canyon required a strenuous two hour hike and then an almost vertical climb and an equally steep descent to the canyon floor. Strenuous for normal humans. But she was not normal. Standing six-feet-seven-inches tall and weighing 650 pounds she was unique on the face of the planet. She reached the canyon without much effort, taking only fifteen minutes to arrive at her destination. There she found what the city could not provide. Privacy and a little piece of mind.

She wandered by the quiet reflecting pool, enjoying the sweet song of the birds and the leaping of the squirrels. Stopping at the edge of the water she picked up a stone and skipped it across the pool and then stood to admire her reflection.

She certainly wasn’t ugly. Actually if it had not been for her green skin she would have been considered quite attractive. Not that there was anything wrong with being green; it was just different that was all. Her face was actually very pretty with high cheekbones, brilliant emerald eyes, a straight nose and white teeth. Her shoulder length hair was a very deep shade of green, almost black in fact and her body was well portioned and quite womanly. If her skin had been a different colour, and she had been a little shorter she would have been considered stunningly beautiful. Her large rounded breasts, narrow waist, flaring hips, and long powerful legs, would have fit well into any beauty contest. But she was cursed by that skin colour and unnatural height. Rather than attracting attention for her beauty she was regarded as a freak. She sighed. One day she hoped to find a man whose bones wouldn’t break whenever she gave him a gentle hug; and who would not regard her as a candidate for the circus.

She looked up. A cloud had darkened the sun. Except that it wasn’t a cloud. It was some sort of aircraft, but one such as she had never seen before. It hovered directly above her in complete silence, more like a balloon that an aircraft, except for its gleaming shape. Just as she wondered what it was she got her answer. A large door at the back of the craft opened and a score of strange armoured being dropped toward her.

She saw at once that they were not human. They were huge. In their armored suits they stood over eight feet tall and were broad shouldered. Each of them carried a tubular device that she supposed was some sort of weapon. Even as they dropped toward her several of them turned the tubes toward her and activated them.

The strange orange light that emanated from the tubes might or might not have been deadly. She didn’t wait to find out. Accelerating to top speed almost instantly and darting along the canyon floor with amazing agility, Jennifer dodged among the orange rays avoiding contact. And then with a prodigious leap, she bounded thirty feet into the air, crashing into one of the armoured figures.

A single blow of one of her steel-hard fists sent the metal-clad alien spinning head over heels down the canyon, and then she dropped to the canyon floor only to rebound from its rocky surface and deliver a punishing blow to a second alien, driving him into the rock wall. Falling back to the bottom of the canyon once more, she propelled herself at blinding speed down the narrow canyon floor, keeping to the trees wherever possible.

Her tactics seemed to work at first. The rest of the armoured figures whirled around uncertainly, but then they recovered. About half of them accelerated to top speed, easily outdistancing her. The others dropped to varying heights behind her and then advanced in a wall.

She turned to face those who had been behind her. The group that had overshot her now adopted a similar formation, moving toward her from the opposite direction. She was trapped between the two groups. If she was going to escape she would have to fight.

She responded to the challenge with savage determination, waiting until the first group was almost upon her before leaping amongst them. Striking right a left, she hurled armored figures against the walls and floor of the canyon, but her action left her completely surrounded. With a score of weapons directed toward her, it was only a matter of time before she was hit.

Strangely, the orange ray that struck her did not hurt, but it had a numbing effect on her body. The part of her right arm where the first ray struck went completely dead, leaving her partially disabled. Then a second ray struck her left thigh, slowing her even further. But she did not give up. Fighting on, she managed to avoid being hit long enough to send four more of the aliens crashing to the canyon floor. By this time the numbness in her arm and leg had actually decreased. In time she probably would have been able to recover completely. But not she ran out of luck. She was hit five more times in quick succession; once in the left thigh; twice in the back; and then in her left breast and shoulder. The cumulative effect left her almost helpless. Falling to the rocky canyon floor she was now an easy target. The aliens scored another dozen hits and as her body went numb a wave of darkness washed over her.

She moaned again and opened her eyes. She didn’t want too many more nightmares like that. And then she stared in disbelief. She wasn’t in her apartment. She was inside some sort of metal cage. Reaching out she touched the smooth hard metal. It had not been a dream after all.

Chapter 2 Rogon

She Hulk moaned. She was covered in sweat, her superbly equipped body stretched tight on a metal frame, and slanted at a forty five degree angle. She was spread-eagled, her wrists and ankles clamped in heavy shackles. She was not used to this. She should have been able to snap the restraints easily, but they defied her immense strength. She did not know what the metal was, but it certainly wasn’t steel. Frustrated and angry, she was also frightened.

Fear was an unusual emotion for her. Rage and hatred came to her quite easily. They were a product of the transformation wrought on her by the blood of her cousin, Bruce Banner. But she had never before experienced anything that could describe as fear. But she was experiencing it now, and for a very good reason.

She was completely naked and surrounded by a variety of frightening looking instruments, many of them apparently surgical in nature. She did not know what her captors had in store for her, but she was sure that it was not gong to be pleasant.

She had heard of alien abductions, but had dismissed the stories as pure fabrications. It was not so easy to do that now. She had seen the beings who had kidnapped her. they were a little taller than she was and powerfully muscled. For the most part they were humanoid in appearance, having two arms and two legs, but there were significant differences.

Their faces were frighteningly bestial. Heavy brow ridges protected blood red eyes, and they had nothing resembling a nose, just a couple of holes in the centre of their faces. A bony crest ran from their foreheads to the back of their skulls. But it was their mouths that were really frightening. Two giant fighting teeth projected a good six inches from the upper jaw.

Their hands were also different, being six fingered and ending in razor sharp retractable talons. Except for the armour that some of them wore, clothing seemed to be unimportant. That fact allowed Jennifer to note that the aliens seemed to be very much male, even the smallest of them possessing a phallus that a horse would have envied. She shuddered to think how that weapon might be used.

She pulled again at her restraints. It was useless. She couldn’t budge them so much as a millimetre. But she had to escape. The aliens must have had some reason for taking her prisoner, and she expected that her experience among them was not going to be particularly pleasant.

The door to the room she was in slid open and a relatively small alien walked in. By earth standards he would still have been considered quite menacing, but Jennifer had come to think of him as the little guy in that he stood only about six feet tall. He was carrying something in his hands. Moving toward her he reached up and placed what seem to be a set of headphones on her head. Then he stepped back and spoke.

“You should be able to understand me now. I thought it only proper that I explain why you are here.”

Jennifer merely glared at him. There was no point in interrupting.

“You are on an imperial battle cruiser of the Grodon empire and have been brought here because it will be your honour to contribute to the improvement of the Grodon race. You are a superb physical specimen, and although you are not of our species with a few minor surgical alterations we can render you capable of receiving our seed. The addition of your genetic material to the gene pool of the Grodon race will create a new generation of super warriors, enabling us to subdue our adversaries and dominate the galaxy.”

His speech finished, the alien bared his fangs at her in what Jennifer now understood was a smile. She didn’t feel much like smiling herself.

“What you suggest is unthinkable,” she protested. “I will not cooperate in such a venture.”

“Oh, we don’t need your cooperation,” the alien answered, just your genes and your body. Since we have both of those I think we may as well get started.”

“What are you going to do?” Jennifer asked, keeping her voice level. She looked fearfully at the instruments that hung a just a few feet away.

The alien did not answer immediately. Instead he approached her again carrying something in his hand. “I think you better use this. Some of our subjects find this quite painful.”

As he spoke he strapped a metallic device onto her head.

Jennifer tried to turn her head away, but the alien persisted. When he was finished she looked at him furiously, a heavy metal bar strapped into her mouth.

Angrily she bit down, expecting the bar gag to crumple under the force of her jaws, but the metal of the bar was as strong and unyielding as the shackles that held her arms and legs in place.

The alien ran his fingers over her body, stopping at her mound of Venus. He stroked the dark green fleece that hid most of her vulva. “I’m afraid this will have to go. It will interfere with the surgery.” He stepped back and touched a few buttons on a console. Silently the instruments hovering over her moved into position. A blue ray shot out of one of the instruments, striking her pubic region.

Startled Jennifer jerked at her restraints, but instead of the stench of burning hair, the ray simply sheered off the curly growth like the sharpest razor. Within seconds her vulva was revealed in all its naked glory.

“Rrrgg!” She Hulk growled in rage. She was having severe difficulty maintaining her composure. Her natural inclination was to give way to her emotions in an attempt to destroy whatever angered her, but she had already experienced the failure of that approach. Held fast, her survival depended on remaining calm in order to take advantage of whatever opportunity to escape presented itself.

“Patience,” the alien said. “You will soon have ample opportunity to display your passion. I understand that such displays of emotion are common among Earthlings.” He touched several more buttons on the console and the instruments began to move again.

First a scanning device played along the length of her lush body; no doubt taking measurements of some sort. It was very thorough, scanning every millimeter of her exposed anatomy. Then the other instruments began to move.

“Rrrrrr!” She Hulk growled. She could only watch helplessly as the instruments descended toward her shaved vulva.

“Rrrrggghh!” The invasion of her nether region brought an outraged response. She jerked her body violently, prompting the alien to punch several more buttons. From the table several metallic arms emerged and latched themselves in place around her biceps, thighs, and waist, clamping her even more firmly to the table. Then the internal examination began.

Mechanical fingers parted the lips of her vulva, revealing the bright pink interior of her nether region. Her body jerked, shaking in rage and frustration as the instruments penetrated her, anger exploded through her majestic body and she thrashed like a wild animal in spite of the added restraints. From the side walls two large clamps emerged, one on each side of her. They met at her waist firmly fixing her in place and then the vaginal probing continued.

It was too much for Jennifer. She raged in a white fury as her body was invaded. “Rrrmmphh!” she growled, biting down so hard that her teeth threatened to break. But she was unable to stop the invasive probing of her body. More instruments entered her and suddenly she gasped in pain. Something was being done inside her and it was agonizingly painful.

“Mmmppphhh” she protested. The pain had intensified. It felt as if her insides were being torn apart. This time, however, she could not move a muscle. Even her enhanced strength could not budge the numerous restraints that held her.

“Aaahhh! Mmpphh!” Her muffled screams were now focused more on her pain than her rage. She could only imagine what was being done to her. The pain was incredible, so great in fact that her vision actually clouded as she swayed close to unconsciousness. But she was not to be afforded the luxury of fainting. Gleaming hypodermics were thrust toward her from either side. They sank deep into the veins in her arms.

“MMMPPPPHHH!” Jennifer’s agonized but muffled shriek ripped through the room as the fluid in the needles entered her veins. It felt as if she were being injected with acid. She screamed again as the pain intensified. She had never known such agony. What was being done to her was beyond description. It like being set on fire and having her insides ripped out at the same time.

Finally the burning pain diminished. She lay shaken and exhausted from her ordeal, her smooth green skin covered with sweat. With a low hum the instruments withdrew from her body and the gag was removed from her mouth. The small alien approached her once more.

“As expected, you are strong and will make good breeding stock. The alterations that have been made to your body will make you receptive to our seed. You are now ready to be impregnated.”

Jennifer shuddered. As the mighty She Hulk she had never faced such a perilous situation. Not only had she been kidnapped by aliens, but her internal organs had been surgically altered in order that she might be used as a brood mare to create superior beings.

“Release me,” she protested, “I will not be used like this.”

The alien showed his fangs. He appeared to be enjoying the conversation, limited as it was. “The choice is not yours, but that of my leader. You will soon meet him in the arena to be taken in the time honoured manner of a Grodon warrior.”

“I am to fight him?” Jennifer asked, incredulously. She could hardly believe that anyone would dare stand up to her in fair combat.

“But of course. No Grodon warrior can claim the right to mate without first subjugating his mate.” As he finished speaking the alien retreated and exited the room through the main door, which immediately closed after him. At the same time, the restraints holding Jennifer to the table released.

Slowly the magnificent female climbed off the table. She still felt quite vulnerable, but a little of her fear had left her. She was to be allowed to fight. Her rage began to rise within her. She would show these puny aliens the penalty for daring to violate and humiliate her.

A door behind her slid open. Jennifer turned toward the opening. Clearly she was expected to exit the room. She shrugged her powerful shoulders, a movement that caused her firm breasts to quiver slightly. It was as good a way out as any. Perhaps that doorway would lead to the Grodon warrior who was stupid enough to face up to her. It would be most enjoyable pounding him into the unyielding metal of the alien spacecraft.

Rogon watched the impressive earth female stride into the room. Her strength and power were evident in her every move. Great ropes of muscle shifted beneath her smooth skin and she walked with the fluid grace of an Antaran death cat. More than just power attracted him to her, however. Terran females were among the few in the galaxy who resembled Grodon females in all of their feminine attributes. The magnificent green beauty displayed two of the most succulent and attractive milk glands he had ever had the pleasure of beholding. He flicked his tongue over his huge incisors in anticipation. He could hardly wait to take each one in his mouth. He was also pleased by the spread of her hips. They contrasted nicely with her relatively slender waist. This female would be up to handling the act of sexual union. That would be a welcome change from his last two sex partners, both of whom had required extensive reconstructive surgery after he had mated with them. Touching the door release, he entered the arena. In a few minutes he and this splendid Terran female would be locked in mutual passion.

She Hulk’s deep emerald green eyes widened in amazement as the giant alien entered the arena. He was absolutely gigantic, standing at least three metres tall and probably weighing more that twice what she did. She had not expected this, although she probably should have. Warrior races valued size and strength and the alien scientist had certainly given enough hints as to the warlike qualities of the Grodon. Apparently Grodons varied greatly in size depending on their rank. This was the Grodon commander and it easy to see why he had achieved that status. Suddenly her mind was filled with an element of doubt. Was it possible that he might defeat her?

Her doubts, however, were quickly submerged in the familiar feeling of rage. Her normal emotions took hold and she hurled herself at the giant alien.

Rogon reeled under the impact of the charging female. Her attack drove him into the wall of the arena with such force that he would have suffered serious injury had not his protective armor cushioned him against the violent onslaught. Her arms were wrapped around his waist in a death grip and she seemed intent on driving him through the arena wall. He was, however, a trained warrior. He immediately counterattacked, striking hard at the exposed back of the raging female.

The power of his blow drove She Hulk to her knees. She had never been hit that hard before, but she shook off the blow and delivered pile driver punches into the midsection of the Grodon warrior, smashing and buckling the armour that protected his midsection.

Rogon roared in anger, his natural fighting instincts taking over. Flexing his huge muscles he thrust out with his arms and hurled the green skinned female across the arena. Then he charged toward her.

They met head on in the center of the area. The impact was like that of two freight trains colliding. Rogon’s armor shattered and exploded from his body like shrapnel. Bouncing back from one another the two adversaries stood just feet apart glaring at one another, then they went back at it, each attempting to pound the other into submission.

The battle was hardly very scientific. It was just two huge and powerful animals engaged in fierce hand to hand combat. It went on for more than an hour. Finally, panting from the exertion both combatants staggered apart, each attempting to get his or her breath.

Rogon stared in admiration at his gasping opponent. What a battle she was putting up! He had never met her equal in battle before. Her conquest was going to be sweet indeed. However, he was going to have to find a way to subdue her. In spite of the fearsome blows he had delivered, there was little sign that she was weakening. He would have to resort to some subterfuge to defeat her.

She Hulk glared back at the Grodon warrior. How had he managed to survive her repeated attacks? It was as if he was made of the same unbreakable metal that the ship was constructed of. She had fully expected him to collapse under her assault, especially after she had torn his armor off, but he seemed unharmed by her best efforts. Even worse, she could feel herself tiring. She had never expected this. In spite of the Grodon warrior’s huge size she had always been confident of victory. And there was something else. Now that she had stripped him off his armor he was revealed in all his naked glory. He was very male. She had never seen such an enormous male appendage. If he ever managed to defeat her…

Rogon circled looking for an opening. She Hulk did the same. It was apparent to both of them that neither was going to subdue the other by brute force. On the hand, what would work? Each had punished the other savagely, but there was little evidence that any real damage had been done. Rogon, however, was not about to give up. His honour depended on defeating this Terran female and taking her by force. To fail in this task would greatly diminish him in the eyes of his people.

She Hulk studied her opponent through narrowed eyes. Perhaps there was a weakness there. If the Grodon’s anatomy was in any way similar to that of a human male then the way might be open to defeating him. She readied herself for the next assault.

The Grodon came in high, targeting her chest and head. This time instead of giving vent to her natural instincts, she ducked beneath the huge alien’s arms and slammed him hard between the legs. The force of the blow actually lifted the huge warrior off the arena floor. Stepping back she waited for him to collapse in agony. To her surprise, nothing happened.

Then the huge alien struck back. Momentarily caught off guard by the alien’s lack of response to her attack, She Hulk let her guard down. The alien targeted her one female weakness. His massive fist hammered her midriff just over her ovaries. An unexpected jolt of pain stabbed through her. Agonized by the almost unbelievable pain, her legs buckled and she fell to the ground writhing in torment.

“Stupid Terran,” Rogon exulted. “Did you not know that the sperm sacs of Grodon males are shielded within their bodies?”

Rogon wasted little time gloating, however. Already the gasping Terran was beginning to recover. He had only moments to immobilize her. A single stride took him the arena wall where he seized a pair of shackles. In an instant he was back. Thrusting the fallen She Hulk flat by placing his foot on her neck, he clamped the manacles onto her arms, just above the elbows. With a quick twist he tightened the connecting chains, drawing her elbows toward the small of her back. Then as the green-skinned goddess tried to lurch to her feet, he pinned her to the arena floor and forced her calves flat against her thighs. These he secured with a metallic rope. By the time She Hulk recovered from her temporary disability she was hopelessly trussed up.

She Hulk growled in rage. She gave vent to her emotions, hoping that the violent explosion of strength associated with giving free rein to her inner passions would shatter the shackles that held her, but the alien metal resisted her violent efforts. All she succeeded in doing was temporarily exhausting herself, leaving her smooth green skin glistening with sweat.

Rogon licked his two huge fangs. The gleaming emerald skin of the defeated Terran female excited him, resembling as it did the beads of moisture exuded by Rogon females when they came into heat. She was ripe and ready for breeding. His massive phallus hardened in readiness. Saliva dripping from his mighty fighting fangs he moved toward her.

She Hulk watched helplessly as her conqueror approached. She was just Jennifer now, much of her energy expended in her frenzied efforts to escape. Panting from her exertions she struggled weakly against the chains and cables that bound her.

But there was no give to the restraints. The shackles holding her arms pulled her elbows tightly toward one another, arching her back and forcing her large, globular breasts forward. The cables binding her calves to her thighs had been twisted so tightly that the metallic bonds cut into her flesh. She could only stare wide-eyed as the huge alien placed his hands on her arms and lifted her like a child. From the wall of the arena a small platform emerged. He placed her on it and forced her onto her back. Then he gripped each of her knees and began to pry her legs apart. The mighty She Hulk was about to be raped and there was nothing she could do to prevent it!

Chapter 3 The Brood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 4 She Hulk Sees Red

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why don’t we just kill her?”

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

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

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

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

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