The Cobra is Trapped”

By Nowhere Man

Laurel entwined her fingers in Eric’s hair as he kissed the nape of her neck. Their naked bodies rolled about in the sheet’s of the bed, clinging to them stubbornly. Their clothing was scattered about the flat randomly, in their fierce moment of passion they didn’t exactly have much time to clean up. Eric moved slowly and gently, allowing Laurel to savor each moment. She was a fireball, bucking wildly and he pulled her closer to climax. He planted kisses all down her chest and then back up again. In a moment of pure sensuality, she wrapped her legs around his and pulled him deeper inside of her as she lifted his lips to meet hers and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Finally, they both climaxed in an amazing orgasm, and fell back against the sheets.

Laurel looked up into Eric face, dripping with sweat, and he smiled.

“How did I ever get so lucky?” He asked.

She laughed.

“You made me fall in love, that’s all. Tricky bastard.”

They kissed again and he took her into his arms. Now, more than ever, Laurel wanted to be truthful with Eric. But she couldn’t. Even if he was her husband, she couldn’t.

Laurel Peirce was a beautiful, sweet faced woman with flowing brunette hair and shapely body. She had striking blue eyes and nearly flawless skin. She was also one of Delta Cities up and coming heroines- Madame Cobra . Her costume was a snake pattern suit that covered her chest but was open in the back, much like a strapless bathing suit. Her cape was beautifully designed to look like the hood of a cobra. Her mask was of the same snake skin pattern. She wore three crystals that held her power. Two in the form of small earrings, and one as a ring. This way, if one is removed she still has two other ones. Alas, her identity had to be top secret, so she could not even tell her husband who she really was.

Eric was a young, shy man. Slim and boyish, he was also extremely intelligent and had a wonderful command of the English language. Locks of chestnut hair adorned his face perfectly, just long enough to tickle the tops of his shoulders. He was British with a thick, lower class accent that Laurel found irresistible.

He had come to Delta City looking for work and to start a new life after a nasty divorce back in England. Here, he met Laurel quite accidentally. He was running to catch a bus, she was walking down the street, in disguise of course, going over some papers, and they quite literally bumped into each other. They began talking and soon got together for lunch, and found they had the same philosophies and such. And now, after three years of dating, they’re finally married. Yet, even now, Laurel cannot divulge her secret to Eric.

Laurel’s cell phone rang softly under the pile of clothing. She looked up, shooting a glance at Eric and sighed. He chuckled softly and took his arm off her, getting out of bed. She sat up and watched him walk into the living. What a fantastic ass, she thought, before reaching for the offensive phone.

“Hello?”

“Madame Cobra” A panicked voice breathed.

“Who is this?” She hissed, sitting down on the bed.

Eric re-entered with a cup of coffee. He looked slightly worried by the serious expression on Laurel’s face and she flashed him a quick, reassuring smile.

“I . . . oh God it’s disgusting . . .” The woman said. “This is Got Gal.”

“Got Gal?” Madam Cobra usually didn’t talk with Got Gal or see her much. She didn’t exactly respect the slut. Still, Got Gal sounded like she was in trouble.

“Yeah. Listen, come down to my house quick I just learned about something horrible.”

“Um . . . now?” Madam Cobra asked getting up and pulling her clothes on. She looked to Eric and shrugged.

“Yeah, now.”

There was a pause.

“Please.” Got Gal added.

Click.

Madame Cobra sighed and finished getting dressed.

“This sounds important. I’m sorry Eric.” She walked over and kissed him quickly. “I have to go. I’ll be back soon though.”

“All right. I’ll be waiting here though.” He smiled and sat down at his writing desk.

Madame Cobra headed out quickly, a bit disturbed by how quiet it was in the park.

Got Gal lived in a modest apartment and when Madame Cobra knocked on the door, she heard a hissed, “It’s open!”

She cautiously walked inside, keeping a hand near her gun.

“Madame Cobra!” Got Gal called from another room.

Madam Cobra sighed and relaxed.

“Really, you could have just come to the-” Madame Cobra paused.

Got Gal sat in a chair in the living room. Her skimpy outfit left nothing to the imagination, for sure. But one didn’t have to imagine what had happened. Her stomach looked nearly six months pregnant, not an unusual condition for Got Gal to be in. Madame Cobra shook her head and sat across from Got Gal.

“What happened?” She asked, knowing Got Gal had never been compromised by a human.

“If I tell you, you hafta promise to believe me.”

“All right, I promise.” Madame Cobra leaned back, eager to hear the story.

“Well, I went to Professor Langworthy and he explained a new species that was just discovered.” Got Gal began.

“And let me guess, one thing lead to another and . . .” Madame Cobra interrupted.

“No, no, listen.” Got Gal sat up, resting her hand on her large belly. “This new creature reproduces so quickly it’s getting out of control. And now it’s been introduced to Delta City! It’ll be all over Center Square in no time.”

“What is this creature?”

“They don’t have a name for it yet, but it’s nasty. It’s grows very quickly and gets about five feet long. It’s a totally alien life form. Covered in short hairs, with a strong tail that has a blade at the end of it. It reproduces by . . . well mating with other life forms. I ran into one on the way back.” Got Gal bit her lower lip, Madame Cobra could tell that Got Gal had rather enjoyed the encounter.

“But here’s the worst part,” Got Gal continued. “When the baby creature is born, it’s fully capable of taking care of itself, and in fact turns right around and immediately impregnates it’s “mother” again, keeping the woman in almost a constant state of pregnancy.”

Got Gal cringed a moment as the creature inside her furiously kicked.

“We have to stop these things before they dominate Delta City, and eventually the world.”

“Wait, you said they impregnate the women. How would they take over the world? There’s still men.” Madame Cobra asked.

“Well . . .” Got Gal hesitated. “They slaughter the men. All of them. Each one they find. This way, they reproduce very quickly and get rid of all potential threat.”

Madame Cobra caught her breath in her throat. This was a terrible threat. She was a bit impressed Got Gal knew all that, but she figured that the Super Heroine had just repeated verbatim everything the Professor told her.

“How long is the gestation period?” Laurel asked.

“Huh?”

“The gestation . .. Ugh, how long is a woman pregnant with these things?”

“Oh,” Got Gal thought for a moment. “I have no clue. Shorter than a human’s.”

“My God . . . They could multiply at an amazing rate. We have to get working.”

Suddenly Got Gal screamed and pulled off her skimpy thong. A gush of fluid came out. She was racked in another contraction, and Madame Cobra lifted her and laid her down on the couch. Got Gal screamed again and pushed as hard as she could, rather used to giving birth to inhuman creatures. After a few minute of intense labor, a foot long, hairy creature emerged from her. As Got Gal had predicted, even before Madame Cobra could grab it the beast had turned around and mated again with Got Gal. It took a matter of seconds to do, and she was already re-impregnated when Madam Cobra grabbed the creature by it’s neck and snapped it’s body in half, throwing the limp beast to the floor.

“That’s all it takes? A few seconds to mate?” Madame Cobra asked.

Got Gal groaned and placed a hand over her stomach.

“In emergency, yes. When there’s no threat it can take quite a while and slowly fuck you out of orgasm after orgasm.” Got Gal seemed to relish the thought.

Madame Cobra got up.

“Okay, well I’m going out to save my city. Will you be joining me, or will you be here with your vibrator?”

Got Gal considered this a moment then nodded.

“Ugh.” Madame Cobra slammed the door on her way out.

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Laurel only had a moment to stop back at her house to make up some excuse for Eric, when he frantically called her into the bedroom. She ran quickly, afraid that he may be in trouble. When she came in she found him sitting on the bed, his eyes locked on the television. He didn’t even look up when she entered he looked so disturbed.

“A woman in town here just claimed she was raped by a cat-like creature.” Eric said, his voice shaking in slight fear. “No one believed her but she gave birth to a non-human beast.”

He shook his head still watching the Tv.

“I heard about that . . .” Madame Cobra said softly, sitting next to Eric and placing an arm around him. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Seven men have died. Mostly cops trying to kill them.” Eric went on, in the same agitated voice. “And ten women are pregnant. These things . . . they multiply quickly. And fight viciously. They had one man on here talking, he was attacked by it and lived. He said it was already wounded or he’d have died. He said . . . it was smart. These are thinking creatures. It knew how to attack, make strategies, plan.”

Laurel placed a hand under Eric’s chin and turned his head gently on he looked away from the Tv and at her.

“I promise you, you don’t have to worry. I’m sure the Super Heroines are on it.”

“What if they-”

“They’re professionals. They can handle themselves.” Laurel smiled weakly and Eric returned it just as half-heartedly. “I have to go back to the office.”

“No!” Eric took her hand quickly. “I don’t want you to get ambushed by one of these things!”

“Eric, sweetie, I’m fine. I can handle myself.” She stroked his hand, trying her best to reassure him. “I have a gun in my purse, I’ll be fine.”

He looked hesitant, uneasy.

“All right, when will you be back?”

“Within two hours.”

Eric nodded and turned back to the Tv, which was showing a woman screaming as she gave birth to one of the creatures. Laurel stood and walked out quickly knowing that the population of this beast was growing quickly, and she had to act fast.

She changed into her costume and entered Center Square.

Instead of being eerily quiet, it was a grotesque scene. A woman was being raped, a man lie dead, and another woman was groaning in labor pains and unexpected pleasure. Madame Cobra winced at the sight but soon focused on the task at hand. She felt something pull at her cape and she twirled around, gun at the ready, expecting to find one of the beasts. Instead she found a young woman, clutching her huge belly in pain.

“Help me!” She gasped. “Please Madame Cobra.”

“I will.”

Madame Cobra helped lower her to the ground. The college student was definitely in labor.

“How long have you been having contractions?” Laurel asked.

“Uh . . . I don’t know . . . about four minutes.” Her breathing increased and she clenched her teeth.

She screamed loudly, her hands clutching her stomach like she were trying to push it from herself that way. She bared her teeth as she pushed harder and the creature emerged. Immediately Laurel leapt and grabbed it before it could re-impregnate the girl. She smashed it’s head in then turned to the woman.

“Are you all right?”

The girl sighed.

“Yes. Now.”

“Make sure to watch yourself.” Madame Cobra said before heading off to help someone else. She managed to gun down a few of the beasts and helped deliver and kill another one, but they all seemed way ahead of her.

Not only that, but the creatures were becoming more serious, impregnating some women multiple times and killing more of the men. Laurel came across a woman that four of the beasts were taking turns at. After killing two of them and chasing the others off, she knelt beside the woman.

“Are you awake?”

The woman groaned.

“Yes.”

“Do you know what happened?” Madame Cobra asked.

The woman nodded, placing both hands a few inches below her belly button.

“Strange to think. Alien life, growing inside you.” She said, a bit dazed still.

“Come on.” Madame Cobra helped the woman up. “What is your name?”

“Madeline.” She couldn’t take her hands off her abdomen, as if she couldn’t believe what had happened.

“Well I’m going to help you Madeline. I’m Madame Cobra.”

“I know.” Madeline said simply.

Laurel quickly pulled her gun as she saw another beast in front of her. Suddenly Madeleine screamed and Laurel turned, too late, as three of the beasts leapt on her. She threw one off, but they continued to come back, another two holding down Madeline. The largest one, easily 200 lbs, ripped off Madame Cobra’s costume and immediately shoved it’s huge cock inside her. She screamed as the unwanted ecstasy overwhelmed her. The beast rammed in and out of her quickly, rubbing her clitoris savagely. She twisted and squirmed, but the other two only held her in place. She soared into unwanted orgasm and cried out for help. In the foggy recesses of her brain she heard someone call out her name. Suddenly, she realised that someone was calling her name! Her real name! She looked over and across the park she saw Eric running towards her. He must have heard her voice!

She tried to yell for him to stop, but instead only managed to scream in pleasure as the beast forced her to climax again. Eric attacked bravely with a dagger, but was too late. The beast had already come off inside Madame Cobra several times, unloading several eggs into her. The first of the creatures was busy now in a battle with Eric, but another one of the things gladly took it’s place and mounted Madame Cobra. She could only watch her beloved husband lose the battle as her vision fogged and more and more eggs were unloaded into her.

Then, Eric screamed as one of them stabbed him in the lower back with it’s tail spike. Laurel felt new rage welling up inside her and summoned all her strength to throw the creatures off of her. She blasted their brains out with her gun before rushing to her fallen husband.

She took him in her arms and stroked his face gently.

“Laurel . . .” He said in a weak voice. “I have to find Laurel . . .”

“She’s all right.” Madame Cobra said, before removing her mask temporarily to show him who she was. She quickly replaced it of course, but his eyes widened with surprise.

“You . . . you’re Laurel.” He said, then smiled slightly. “Are you okay?”

“You shouldn’t worry about me.” She said, looking over his wounds. “It should be me that’s worried about you.”

There was a long gash across Eric’s chest and another stab wound in his stomach, as well as the one on his back. The stabs were deep and his blood coated the fresh grass. Laurel kissed his forehead gently and lifted him, running as fast as she could to the nearest hospital. She thought nothing of how she had been compromised, the only thought in her mind was that she needed to save Eric.

The hospital was crowded with people. Frantic pregnant women and wounded or dying men. There was no room for Eric right away, he would have to wait. Laurel narrowed her eyes but said nothing, laying Eric down.

“You have to wait a while, honey.” She kissed his hand and smiled slightly.

He returned her smile.

“Go kick some ass.” he said softly.

She nodded and removed one of her power crystals in a ring, placing it on Eric’s finger. She hoped it would give him strength enough to survive until the doctor could tend to him. Madame Cobra walked out and headed straight for the man who probably knew most about these new creatures. Professor Langworthy had to have answers. The human race depended on it.

“Professor.” She walked in and stood at his desk. “I need answers.”

“To what?” He asked, looking up at her quickly.

“You know what. These new beasts. I need to know how to stop them.”

Professor Langworthy sighed and lifted his massive weight from the chair.

“It won’t be easy. They’re fighting, breeding machines, I’m afraid.” He said, looking over some files on a cabinet.

“I know. IT’s horrible out there Professor. They’re killing and reproducing like mad. If they intend to become the dominant species-”

“That’s exactly what they intend Madame Cobra. That’s what they’re after.” He showed her a detailed drawing of one of the creatures. “They were created here, in this lab. First they were engineered to eliminate rodent problems, but they soon became too intelligent and developed their amazing fighting skills. They evolved far too quickly and are still evolving into more fit, fighting and breeding masters. Someone in the lab must have messed with their genetic code.”

“Do they have a weakness?” Madame Cobra asked, looking over the various drawings.

“Yes, in fact. Their bones are weak. A shot or impact to the skull will kill them instantly.”

After equipping herself with the best gun she could find, Madame Cobra headed off to Got Gal’s flat. On the way, she killed as man as she could find, and spreading the word that an impact to the skull will kill them.

“Got Gal.” She entered and found Got Gal masturbating ferociously on the floor, her vaginal juices almost soaking the carpet beneath her. “Oh get up you slut.”

Madame Cobra threw her a gun. Got Gal reluctantly took it, and cleaned herself up.

Just as they were leaving, Laurel felt the first hint of movement beneath her slightly swollen stomach. She placed a hand over it, feeling the creatures moving about. It was an odd, not at all enjoyable, sensation. She shook it off quickly and headed out, with an intention to kill.

Got Gal was also still very pregnant, about five months worth. But the two superheroines kicked more ass than anyone else out in Central Park that day. Slaughtering as many as they could find and preventing pregnancies whenever they could. Keeping her mind on her work was best for Laurel, it meant she could forget for an instant about Eric.

After a few hours though, Got Gal was nearly ready to deliver any moment and Madame Cobra was getting larger as well. The kicking was harder, and she could tell that there were many creatures inside of her.

They saw a large population of the beasts run into a dilapidated building, so naturally they followed inside. Instantly, they became aware that it was a trap. A maniacal laughing filled the room.

“Well, look who we have here! Madame Cobra and the infamous Got Gal.”

It was Dr. inseminate, a self appointed nick-name of course, who was an evil, sick genius. He stepped forward as several large gauds took hold of the two and stripped them, thus de-powering them. They even removed Madame Cobra’s earrings.

“And I see my beautiful creations have already met you ladies.” Dr. Inseminate laughed. “That’s wonderful. Gauds! Chain them up. You two will have a special job of breeding the strongest of my creatures.”

“Never!” Madame Cobra screamed. “I would sooner die than serve your twisted purpose!”

“I believe that. But,” He said with a ghoulish grin. “Would you be so brave when it was not yours, but you’re dear husbands life on the line?”

Madame Cobra’s heart leapt into her throat and she shot a look to Got Gal, who looked at her questioningly.

Dr. Inseminate snapped and the gauds pressed a small button on the wall, revealing Eric, lying in a barren chamber. He was still wounded, but it appears that he had been tended to. He was conscious and looked around, confused and afraid. There was apparently one way glass, because though he couldn’t see Laurel, she could see him. Laurel looked on as she was being chained to the wall. Her eyes wide she shook her head. Hopelessness rose in her chest.

“Don’t hurt him.” She said softly, not taking her eyes from the man she loved.

“Oh, I can’t make any promises.” Dr. Inseminate said with a smirk. “Of course, if you agree to help us, we’ll be a lot more gentle.”

As he was saying this a gaud had entered the room and had begun beating Eric. The Englishman was no match for the large gaud who slammed him against the wall and punched him in the face. At this, Madame Cobra shouted.

“Don’t touch him!” She yelled, yanking against the chains. “Stop it!”

“So you will agree?” Dr. Inseminate said, anxiously stepping towards her.

“Yes, yes, anything. Just don’t hurt him.” She said, looking away from where her husband lay, bleeding on the floor.

“Gaud, leave him alone.” Dr. Inseminate ordered. “See how things work out when you just don’t fight?”

Dr. Inseminate kissed Madame Cobra, shoving his slimly tongue in her mouth and then patted her belly.

“We’re going to have fun.”

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For what seemed like years, but was probably only months, Madame Cobra and Got Gal were the personal breeding factories for Dr. Inseminate. They spoke rarely. Madame Cobra, retaining some of her strength, was chained to the wall, but Got Gal was free. Each time they’d give birth and be re-impregnated, the guards would could and take the creatures away. It was a terrible cycle, compounded by the fact that Laurel never knew what was happening to Eric at any given moment. He was the only reason she had yet to make any escape plans, for fear that he’d be killed. But things couldn’t go on like this.

Got Gal screamed and clutched her stomach as the last of the contractions swept over her and she delivered another creature that turned around and impregnated her again. She didn’t even fight it, merely she lay on the ground, naked and exhausted. Madame Cobra spoke the first words in days;

“We have to get out of here.”

Got Gal turned over, her glistening, wet body trembling slightly.

“How do we do that? Do you have a suggestion?”

Madame Cobra hesitated.

“No. No I don’t.”

A loud clang of the heavy doors shifted their attention up. Dr. Inseminate stood there, looking irritatingly pleased with himself.

“You young ladies are doing so well, I’ve decided to reward you. Anything you like, within reason of course.” He said calmly, smiling the whole while.

“I want a proper bed.” Got Gal said.

“Fair enough. It’s on it’s way.” Dr. Inseminate sent off one of the guards then turned to Madame Cobra. “And you?”

She looked him in the eyes, hatred seeping from every inch of her body. She hated that man, in front of her. She hated him more than she could say.

“I want to see Eric.” She said softly.

Dr. Inseminate chuckled knowingly.

“I knew you would. Would you like to go now?”

Laurel nodded. She wasn’t very large yet, and she was eager to see him. The guards unchained her and it took her a moment to steady herself, after being in the same position for so long. But she quickly she caught up with Dr. Inseminate, though he and three guards kept guns on her at all times.

She was lead into a small room, no larger than her own cell and no cleaner. She was pushed inside and the door locked, with one guard stationed at the door with a gun and two more outside. Eric sat in the corner, sleeping with his head against the wall. His clothes were dirty and torn, his chestnut hair matted with dried blood against his red, scarred neck. Still, as he began to stir, Laurel had never been happier to see him, nor had she ever thought he looked better.

She knelt next to her husband. All these months of wanting to see him, and now she couldn’t find anything to say. She merely placed her hand under his chin and kissed him softly as he woke up.

Eric blinked a few times and, realizing he wasn’t dreaming, broke out into a huge grin and embraced her, crying with happiness.

“Oh God Laurel!” He cried. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I missed you too Eric.” She rested her head against his shoulder as he stroked her back.

He was painfully thin, and she found with a shock that she could feel his ribs. She pulled away slowly and looked him over. He was beaten badly with many scars that were healing and several that were still bleeding.

“What do they do to you?” She whispered, an overwhelming sense of guilt washing over her.

“Oh, just beat me now and then.” Eric said, looking a bit embarrassed as if it were no big deal.

“Eric, you look awful.” She brought him close to her again and moaned as he kissed her neck.

She wasn’t sure if she could tell him the truth, so she merely told him nothing of value.

“I’m fine too.”

He didn’t look like he believed her, but he nodded.

“Good.”

Laurel helped him up, and as soon as he put pressure on his chest he winced, leaning back against the wall. Madame Cobra reached out to help support him and placed one hand around his thin waist.

“Eric, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing really . . . just a few of my ribs are broken I think.” He caught his breath and closed his eyes a moment in pain.

“Lay down, don’t make it worse.”

He obliged and she removed his shirt. Several of his ribs were indeed broken and improperly healing. But even more disturbing was that there was a open wound just below his rip cage.

“Eric, what’s this?” Laurel said, tenderly mopping up a bit of the blood.

“I tried to escape one time. The guard stabbed me.”

When he saw Laurel look up at him in shock and fear, he quickly added, “Not too deep. Shallow.”

She shook her head an got the bleeding to stop.

“There. That’s better.” Her mouth found it’s way to Eric’s lips and they shared and tender embrace before the rough guards jerked her from the ground.

“Visiting time is up.” He said, pulling his gun.

She nodded, not taking her eyes from Eric.

“I will see you again.” She said softly. “Be strong.”

He nodded his promise and watched as she was forced from the room.

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Laurel was being taken down a corridor now, several months later. Got Gal had been lead away a day ago, and was not yet back. Fear rose inside Madame Cobra, but she didn’t let any of it show. Guns poked into her from all sides, but she continued looking forward.

“Ah, Madam Cobra. I see you’re finally here.” Dr. Inseminate said, standing at the base of a machine. “This will be the next step. Lay her down.”

She was strapped onto a bed, nude with legs spread apart. Whatever Dr. Inseminate was planning, it wasn’t going to be good.

“What are you doing?” She demanded.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.” Dr. Inseminate laughed slightly, then flipped a switch.

The machine began humming softly, and a large, phallus shaped appendage became visible. Laurel shook her head slightly and could only mouth the word, ‘no.’

“Oh yes. This will impregnate you more than any normal animal could. It’s faster. We’re making history here, Madame Cobra! And, we’ve invited a guest to watch.”

A curtain opened and Madame Cobra saw Eric standing at the glass, obviously horrified. She screamed for him, but he couldn’t hear her. He locked eyes with her and she could only look at him sadly.

The machine penetrated her quickly with a thrust. She screamed in the pain and unwanted pleasure. She bucked her hips wildly, trying in vain to remove the thing. It vibrated more than would be thought possible inside her and was so large that even Got Gal would be impressed. Madame Cobra wiggled against the machine, screaming and moaning loudly. Finally, as she climaxed against her will, it unloaded inside her a massive amount of semen and eggs. One after another into her strong and young womb, it seemed to know when it had given her all she could handle and pulled out.

She fell back, exhausted and through hazy vision saw Eric, yelling and pounding his fists against the glass, as guards pulled him away. He was struck harshly and knocked out. This brought her back to reality and she looked up to Dr. Inseminate, who smiled smugly.

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The days crept by slowly. Madame Cobra seemed to be carrying a clutch that would be larger and stronger than before, and the gestation period was set at three months. She was jailed up in a cell, alone but not chained to the wall thankfully. However, she spent her time thinking. It became clear to her now that, if left here, she would be only a breeding cow. Also, it became clearer to her that if left Eric would die. She had to escape Dr. Inseminate’s clutches.

She screamed for Dr. Inseminate, who came, reluctantly.

“What is it, girl?” He hissed, three guards protecting him from behind.

“I have an offer.” She said slyly. “A proposition, if you will.”

He examined her a moment, narrowing his eyes.

“What is it?”

“First, I must see my husband.” She demanded, standing.

“Why?”

“You’ll see.” She smiled slightly. “Trust me. What can I do? What with your guards and all, I have no chance.”

Dr. Inseminate nodded, and let the guards unlock her cell door. Immediately, all guns were pointed to her as she was led back down the corridor. Taken into the cell, the sight was worse than she had imagined. Eric was ill, very ill. She ran to him, as the guards and Dr. Inseminate watched curiously.

“Eric.” She said softly, going to where he lay.

He looked up at her with tired eyes. He was deathly pale and sweating, even trembling slightly. She placed a hand on his forehead. He had a terrible fever. As he sat up to embrace her, he fought back the urge to cry out in pain.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered, sitting behind him and stroking his bare chest.

“My stab wound . . .” He said, kissing her arm.

She looked at it, and soon saw what he meant. His wound was infected, and by her medical knowledge, she had been a medical major in college, she estimated that the infection was spreading rapidly. She bit her lower lip and buried her face in his hair.

“What is this ‘proposition’, Madame Cobra?” Dr. Inseminate asked, impatiently.

She looked up, having forgotten her original plan. She ran to Dr. Inseminate and grabbed his hand, in a non-threatening way.

“Please, he needs medical attention! His wound is infected. He’ll die if it’s not treated!”

Dr. Inseminate smiled and pulled his hand back.

“I care little about his health.” He said gruffly. “What was your offer? If you don’t prove your point, I’ll return you to your cell.”

She took a deep breath, calming herself down. Begging will get you no where, she thought to herself. Her only thought was to save Eric.

“All right then.” She walked back to Eric and knelt down. “I’ve never done this before.” She whispered to him. “I hope this works. Just go along.

She removed his pants and began sucking his cock. Eric didn’t need to act as he backed against the wall, moaning in the pleasure that overrode even the intense pain of his wound. Laurel swirled her tongue around his hardening cock, tickling it, then slipping more of it down her throat. Dr. Inseminate watched, feeling his own boner rise, until finally he couldn’t stand it.

“What IS the point of this!?” He cried.

Madame Cobra pulled back and winked at Eric, who gave an appreciate smile. She stood and wiped off her mouth.

“I can do the same for you everyday whenever you like, if you just let Eric get the medial help he needs.” She licked her lips seductively, her large breasts moving slowly up and down as she breathed heavily.

No man could have resisted such an offer, and Dr. Inseminate was no exception.

“All right. First, suck my cock.”

He pulled it out and offered it to her. Laurel was repulsed by the idea, but had to do it. Even still, she felt cheap. She however, did oblige, doing the same to him as she had done for Eric. When it was over, the guards could barely stand up straight they had such huge erections from watching the scene.

“Now,” She said, standing. “About Eric.”

“I’ll see what I can do. He’ll be sent to the nearest available hospital, but only if my guards go along.”

“Oh thank you!” Madame Cobra cried, a mixture of faked gratitude and very real relief.

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Now she was walking down a hospital corridor with Eric and two guards. Without her power sources, she could not overpower them, not while unarmed. The guards pulled Eric along callously, gripping his arm tightly and walking fast. If it hadn’t been for her gratitude, she would have yelled at them to be more careful. She brushed his hair softly and whispered quietly in his ear, “You’ll be all right soon.”

He looked up at her and smiled weakly, but he remained silent.

Madame Cobra placed a hand over her swollen stomach where she felt life moving around constantly. It sickened her to know there were living creatures growing inside of her at this moment, and she could only wonder how big she would get before birth.

The guards threw Eric at a doctor, but before anything could be said made a mad dash to the phone, grabbing it and attempting to dial 911. Before he could his arm was ripped from the phone by a guard, as the other guard held onto Laurel, just to be sure she didn’t get any ideas.

“Call the police!” Eric shouted, begging the doctor.

The guard placed a hand over his mouth and he fought, thrashing back a forth against the captor. He broke free for an instant and screamed once more.

“They’re at the abandoned warehouse! Call the-”

The guards hand was at Eric’s throat and he was slammed against the wall and knocked out. Laurel tried to go to him, but the guard held her too tightly. She shook her head and whispered his name as Eric slid down the wall, unconscious with the guards hand still at his neck. The guard let go of him, much to Laurel’s relief, and took a gun, shooting the doctor between the eyes.

“Lets get Madame Tramp and her lover boy here back to Dr. Inseminate. He’ll be interested to know what just went on.”

Once again, hands were upon her as she and Eric were dragged back to the warehouse.

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Got Gal shoved several fingers inside of her, trying to satisfy her huge appetite. She had been rather ignored by Dr. Inseminate lately, as he had focused his attention on Madame Cobra. She furiously masturbated while rubbing her hugely pregnant belly and swollen breasts, just as Dr. Inseminate entered.

A smile crept across his face, he knew she would easily bend to her will.

“You are a friend of Madame Cobra?” He asked.

She looked up and pulled her fingers out of her.

“I think so.” She stood and walked to him. “Why are you ignoring me?”

“My darling,” he said with a phony smile. “I haven’t meant to ignore you. You look so beautiful. I have an offer. If you accept, then I will personally see to it that every need, every desire of yours is fulfilled.”

The sex-craving super heroine could barely contain her excitement.

“What do I have to do?”

“All you have to do is help me kill Madame Cobra’s husband.”

Got Gal drew back and shook her head.

“But . . . but that would crush her.”

Dr. Inseminate laughed.

“I know.”

Got Gal quirked a brow.

“But why me? You could easily kill him. Or one of your men.”

“No, it would be far more potent if you killed him. Well, it’s not really like you’ve got a choice. It’s kill or be killed. If you do kill him, I will reward you with all the pleasure you can handle. If you refuse, you will be killed, and he will die anyway. Your choice.” He smirked and lowered his mouth to her sore vagina, tonging it slowly.

Got Gal gasped at the unexpected pleasure. He fondled her huge breasts as he continued licking her. She shrieked and caved in.

“All right! I will! I’ll . . .” She paused as he stopped, and she looked down at him. “I’ll kill him.”

“Great!” He exclaimed as he stood again and adjusted his clothing. “I’ll return, soon.”

Got Gal was left there, dripping in her own fluids, to contemplate what she had just agreed to.

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Laurel held Eric in her arms, gently running her finger along his face. They talked and laughed, just as they always had, but both were afraid. The infection had spread to Eric’s spine and his legs were beginning to get numb. Laurel massaged his back, which had become extremely sore and painful as the infection spread up it. She looked down into his eyes and smiled gently.

“Does that feel good on your back?”

He nodded.

“You’re marvelous at this.” He said softly, closing his eyes.

She kissed him lightly and then rested her face against his momentarily.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Laurel.” He whispered, his hand stroking her hair.

She rested him back onto the ground.

“How do you feel?” He asked, putting his arm around her as she laid down next to him.

She rested her head on his chest and flinched as she felt one of the creatures inside her kick harshly.

“All right, I suppose. Considering the circumstances.” She ran a finger along his chest and he took her hand in his. “But I’ll be fine.”

“I know you will.” He said, kissing the top of her head. “It’s one of the few things I take comfort in.”

“Eric, please don’t lose hope.” However, her hope for him was fading fast.

“I don’t want to, but it’s getting hard to stay optimistic.”

“Try for me, all right?” She asked, looking up into his crystal blue eyes.

He whispered his promise and began to drift off to sleep. Laurel made sure he was out before she stood slowly, careful not to wake him. She yawned heavily, it was, after all, getting late.

“Madame Cobra.” A voice said, from behind her.

She turned quickly to see who had called. It was Got Gal. She stood there quite innocently, her large belly sticking out in front of her.

“Got Gal, what is it?”

Got Gal looked as if she might cry. She collapsed next to Madame Cobra and handed her a knife.

“What is it?” Laurel asked, confused as she comforted the shocked heroine.

“I . . . was sent here by Dr. Inseminate to . . . to kill Eric.” Got Gal said shakily.

Madame Cobra leapt back and placed a hand protectively around her husband.

“What?! Got Gal how could you?!”

“I’m not going to!” Got Gal cried. “I couldn’t! At least . . . I don’t think I can. He said that if I didn’t kill Eric, that he would kill me.”

Madame Cobra was silent for a moment.

“Are you going to kill him?” She asked softly of her friend.

Got Gal hesitated a moment.

“I have no choice.” She answered finally.

Laurel nodded and looked down at Eric, sleeping peacefully and innocently. Logic would tell her to allow Got Gal to kill Eric, chances were that he’d die either way. But she could not allow that, not when, in her heart, she still loved Eric with every breath in her body.

“So this is what it comes to.” Laurel said, locking eyes with Got Gal. “My friend, or my husband. I’m sorry it has to be this way. But I will fight you, to the death if necessary, to protect him.”

Got Gal nodded.

“I know.”

Got Gal then rose and Laurel lunged at her. She punched Got Gal across the face sharply as her opponent reached for the knife. Got Gal made a swift kick up to Laurel’s face, knocking the woman back. Both were nude and fighting rather comically with large bellies. However, it was over almost as soon as it began as Got Gal gave in, beginning to cry again.

“I can’t do it.” She said, shaking her head. “I can’t fight you and I can’t kill him.”

Suddenly Got Gal’s face twisted in pain and she gasped quickly as a rush of fluid came from between her legs. She groaned and arched her back, her large breasts heaving as she was overcome by a contraction.

“Come on over here, lie down.” Madame Cobra said, with little emotion in her voice, as she helped Got Gal.

“Oh God . . .” Got Gal gasped as she fingered herself madly, trying to ease the pain and increase the pleasure. “Oh God it’s coming.”

She spread her legs and placed her free hand on her stomach, clutching it painfully. She screamed like an animal as another contraction swept over her. Nothing she had experience before matched this. It a new creature exiting her womb.

“Okay Got Gal, calm down.” Madame Cobra said, sitting next to her friend. “We’ll time the contractions so we know how long it will be.”

“Okay . . .” Got Gal grunted as the contraction ended.

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven-”

Got Gal groaned as she was massively dilated.

“Eleven.” Laurel breathed. “This birth is going way too fast.

She began to count again as the contraction stopped. She only got to nine this time.

“I have to push!” Got Gal screamed as she was painfully dilated again, far beyond anything a normal birth should be.

“No, hold back on that. For now.” Laurel said.

The next count was eight. It seemed to be going far too methodically, to by the book. This was a genetically engineered creature. A perfect breeding and killing machine that Got Gal was giving birth too.

When the count was down to six, it was obvious this creature was large. Whereas for a normal, human birth, women have to be dilated ten centimeters, Got Gal was dilated at least fifteen or sixteen and still going. Laurel could actually see the bulge in Got Gal’s stomach move down into the birth canal as Got Gal’s hips forcibly widened for the exit. The creature was in her lower birth canal, struggling and wriggling to get out. She now placed both hands on the bulge.

“I can feel it . . .” She said blankly, her mind numb from it all. “I can feel it moving down.”

“It’s almost over Got Gal.” Laurel said, reassuringly as she counted to four. “I know you’re tired, but you have to push now.”

Got Gal did and the creature, slowly, exited, wriggling it’s way out as Got Gal cried out in immense pain and pleasure. The creatures head crowned, then it’s body followed, and, using strong arms, it pulled itself out. It was a different creature, more reptilian. It turned to it’s mother and immediately, held her arms down and, while it was sucking her huge breasts, it raped her over and over. Got Gal barely tried to struggle, it was too much.

Being able to do nothing, Laurel sat with Eric was the two watched, mesmerized. Finally, they had to look away.

“Will that happen to you?” Eric asked softly as Laurel ran her fingers through his hair.

“I don’t know.” She said simply, her other hand on her belly. “I don’t know what’s in me.”

“I wanted a child.” Eric said, looking up at her. “I wanted one child, that I could spoil.”

She smiled and looked down at him.

“You’ll be a wonderful father. Some day, when we have children of our own.”

He closed his eyes and rested his head on her arm.

“I’m going back to sleep. Take care of yourself.” He mumbled.

She nodded and glanced back to Got Gal.

“I will.”

She returned to massaging his sore back along his spine, deeper emotions building inside her than ever before. She had to escape. That was all there was to it. Soon, however, Eric would be totally paralyzed, and she couldn’t leave without him. My love has made me weak, she thought. If it hadn’t been for Eric I would have escaped here long ago. Still, she did not regret a thing and she sat there, massaging his back as he slept peacefully.

The creature Got Gal gave birth to was gathered up by a guard soon, leaving only the three of them in the room. Got Gal was silent, sitting in a corner, one hand on her stomach and the other slowly fingering her sore vagina.

Laurel said nothing, but rested beside Eric and dreamt of freedom.

To Be Continued