GOT Gal in Peril, Part IV

Hours passed as Tanya O’Donnell, star reporter for Delta City’s finest newspaper, lay helpless and asleep as the malevolent life within her grew at a steady rate. Impregnated by one of the giant spider creatures, she lay devastated by the intense rape that left her knocked up yet another alien spawn. Her will broken, she could only lay and moan softly, legs languidly sliding about in the thick cum that was spread all about the floor. Syrupy, viscous fluid lubricated her legs as they massaged one another, making obscene slurping sounds and forming thick white strings between the full-figured heroines perfect thighs with each scissoring motion. Although unconscious, her body was defenseless against the arousing effects of the hormones beings absorbed into her body from the potent seed that surrounded and totally filled her. The growing creature within her perverted her natural instincts to serve its own diabolical purposes, tricking her body into carrying it to term, making her saturate herself with additional gestating hormones, keeping her docile and aroused while sealing her fate as her body nurtured the creature within her as she would a child of her own. The constant barrage of dominating chemicals overwhelmed her on every level: her mind broken, her body a subservient host. She began to change as her body accepted its role as breeder. Her breasts swelled as they engorged with rich milk for her offspring, her skin became soft and smooth, and her nipples enlarged and reddened, making themselves more inviting targets to hungry mouths she would soon long to feed as a mother. The effects altered her mind as well as she slept blissfully aroused, feeling sated and passive. Reduced to a mindless breeder, she could only make slow, languid motions devoid of any real purpose other than to increase the erotic sensations she felt, reinforcing her own defeat as she cupped her enlarging breasts, sliding her hands all over the slick, cum-covered globes. Her thoughts were only primitive, instinctual motions rather than anything rational. Never before had GOT Gal been broken this completely.

Although no stranger to being a host for some evil creature’s spawn, GOT Gal had another, more dangerous problem as she lay blissfully asleep: Her precious emerald, the source of her power and regenerative ability, was lying on her now full-term belly, providing power not only to her, but to the life within that for now claimed her as a host. While the other trapped girls could only watch in horror, GOT Gal came to term quickly. As she grew more and more round, her breasts began to drip milk, then trickle as they went into high production, knowing birth was imminent. GOT Gal woke from her stupor with a jolt. How long had it been? She had been lost in a sea of numbed confusion, but was suddenly fully aware as she began having contractions. Still trapped in the webbing, she saw the dull glow of her emerald. She bucked in the webbing from her contractions, and the emerald slid down the shapely female’s belly between her breasts. Tanya felt her body regenerating, but she couldn’t stop the inevitable: She would give birth. The contractions became unbearable as she felt the bumpy mass of the creature push out of her uterus, widening her more than the multiple births she had endured only yesterday. The intense, full feeling within her made her roll back her eyes as the sensations wreaked havoc on her still fragile mind. Each push seemed to remind her of her weakness, her defeat, her utter subjugation as a carrier of a creature’s spawn. The memories of her surrender to the father of this creature came flooding back to her: how she willingly gave herself to this thing, helpless to resist her urge to mate, helpless before the sire of her offspring. As the creature began to emerge from her, GOT Gal’s will was gone again. Only her body functioned now, pushing to get the creature free of her. Soon, a hideous creature began to emerge from the perfect, if impossibly distended, vagina of Delta City’s greatest heroine. Greenish in appearance, it resembled a scorpion rather than a spider. Its two green eyes glimmered like the emerald from which it drew power. It drew its legs forward, grasping the female’s legs as it pulled the rest of itself free from GOT Gal, the remainder of its long tail emerging from the heroine with a thick, slurping sound. Its bulbous double tail emerged with a sickening “pop” in a final humiliation to the defeated heroine. GOT Gal lay limp in the hammock of webbing that held her prisoner. Her open eyes staring at nothing, she was nothing more than a nubile body to be milked. This new mutation scrambled on top of its mother, seeking out her leaking nipples, and began to eagerly suckle milk from the massive mammaries. The creature’s appetite was voracious, deflating the dazed bombshell on first the right, then the left side. GOT Gal could only pant as her precious milk was drained away. The quick motions of her chest made her whole body roll as the creature simply rode each breast, draining strength from her to claim as its own. Only when each udder was totally exhausted did the creature casually dismount its former host, leaving her to bounce in the webbing as its weight suddenly left her. Defeated and used, GOT Gal lay in a state of shock as her emerald began to regenerate her, but for what new horror?

The pageant contestants, stuck in the webbing of the nefarious spiders, began to cry as they realized their hope for escape, GOT Gal, was as helpless as they. Suddenly, the whole chamber was awash in light. The girls’ squinting eyes soon realized they were flashlights. Five figures in what appeared to be spacesuits wandered into the room. Soon a crackling radio began relaying “We’ve found them!.” The figures cut each girl loose and picked up two, sometimes three women at a time and carried them down a corridor to a waiting van. The last paused at the defeated GOT Gal. “My God, there she is,” said a familiar voice. Tanya strained to reenter reality as she recognized a distant voice: The voice of GOT Chick!

Tanya’s head rolled about on a metallic lab table as a familiar sight came into focus. Professor Whirter and Anita, also known as her sidekick, GOT Chick, wore concerned expressions. Her mind still numbed from her experience, she slowly began to realize she was safe back at the Professor’s lab. “GOT Gal! It’s so good to see you’re OK!” said the excited professor, vigorously shaking her hand as though he were accepting a Nobel Prize.

“We thought you were a goner!” said an equally relieved Anita. “I got the rest of the Delta City heroines together to help get those contestants. Ms. Americana, Jungle Babe, Lady Midnight… even Flag Girl pitched in to help! We got those spiders, smashed ‘em into goo. Then we found you guys.”

Staggering to her feet, Tanya suddenly remembered the green mutation she birthed at the end of her ordeal. “What about a green one? Did you see a green one?”

“Nope. Just those red suckers, but we smashed ‘em good, then blew the cave. We did get a couple of girls from a creepy plant, and OH MY GOD! I forgot to tell you!”

“Tell me what!?”

“Check this out.” Anita said, beckoning her to follow into the next room.

There, in a cylindrical chamber, was her nemesis, Dragon Queen was suspended in a viscous green liquid. A mask fed onygen into her sleeping form.

“Where the hell did you find her?” Asked an astonished Tanya.

“She was in the center of that tree thingy – and that’s not all, right Professor?”

“Quite right,” came a scholarly voice. “It seems she was attached to the walls inside the plant, and had this inside her.”

Tanya’s eye’s followed the gesturing hand of the professor towards a transparent plastic box about the size of a chest. Inside a lumpy white… thing thrashed about. “What is it?” The always inquisitive reporter asked, leaning down to try to see better through the translucent walls. “NO!” shouted the Professor, pulling her back. Don’t look directly at it!” “Why?” she insisted.

“Just come look at these readings…” he said pointing towards a computer generation of the creature. The screen showed a two foot long, snakeline creature with a bulbous, oval head about the size of a softball.

“Eeew!” Tanya sneered. “It looks like a giant…”

“Sperm, precisely.” Continued the Professor. “This particular one contains the densest genetic coding I’ve ever seen. This cannot be a naturally occurring specimen. It appears to be specialized for impregnating women, regardless of their ordinary readiness to conceive, or, in your case, regardless of their abilities.”

“THAT little thing can defeat a superheroine?” Asked Anita, cocking an eyebrow. “How?”

“Well, it secretes extremely potent pheromones through the air, over four times as potent as those of the fish men we encountered last year. Additionally, it has incredible large amounts of hormones in a secretion that seems to emit from its skin. That box was perfectly transparent when the specimen went into it, now it’s completely coated. The most insidious aspect is that it’s, well, cute to a female, and they have an inherent desire to handle it.”

“Cute?”

“Yes, cute. Observe these findings.” The Professor turned on a small television monitor. A black and white video of a lab room faded into view. Three girls in seated in separate cubicles could be seen, each with a cage in front of her on a table. “These girls are college students I paid five dollars to participate in an experiment. There are three cubicles and three locked cages on each table. In cage one, there is a cocker spaniel puppy, in cage two, a scrapbook compilation of the Backstreet Boys’ baby albums. In cage three, our specimen. “Ordinarily, I’d expect the girls observing cages one and two to remain preoccupied with the inherently irresistible cuteness of their specimens, while the girl observing cage three would be repulsed. Observe what happens. Within seconds all three girls are in cubicle three, trying to open the cage to set the specimen free.” Sure enough, the girls were soon fighting to open the cage to hold the strangely cute supersperm inside. “These girls required three doses of Vicodin to calm them down. It took another fifty bucks each to get them to leave. The creature must remain here under careful observation. Apparently, this is an experiment of Dragon Queen’s that got away from her, and nearly impregnated her. The spiders were merely a diversion to get you into a position where she could impregnate you with this, um, Megasperm. We discovered a small hole in Dragon Queen’s isolation suit. Apparently this was enough for the creature’s pheromones to subdue her, since all the additional damage on the suit seem to come from her fingernails as she struggled to get it off as fast as she could.”

“My God Professor! That’s horrible, but poetic justice. That bitch got what she deserved!”

“Excellent. Well it seems that the day has been saved. What’s this about a green spider?”

“Oh, um nothing professor! Must have been the trauma!”

“Oh, well, that’s good. I can’t think of anything worse than a mutant-heroine crossbreed, particularly if it obtained the powers of your emerald. Such a creature would basically be able to get a woman to do almost anything with an almost unstoppable regeneration capability.”

“Oh, um, right.”

The End?