“How’s it going, Ms

TITLE: Got-Gal versus the Loremaster 1

BY: John Evans

“How’s it going, Ms. O’Donnel?”

Tanya O’Donnel looked up from her reporter’s desk and smiled. “Fine, Johnny. How are things with you?”

Johnny Crane was one of the newest members to the TV station crew. He hungered for the thrill and excitement of nailing the big story, but Tanya knew he lacked the experience and contacts to do so just yet. She had a soft spot for him and looked upon him as a kid brother. Johnny, however, had a big crush on the voluptuous, six-foot tall blond reporter.

“The boss put me on some dead-end piece to keep me out of his hair,” griped Johnny. “Parts of the dock area have had three blackouts in the past two days. The electric company has no comment. The docks administrator stated that the electric company will take care of the problem and that it’s not much of a problem as that area is unoccupied. What are you working on?”

“Theft of some scientific equipment from a container ship,” replied Tanya.

Whoa!” exclaimed Johnny, jumping up all excited. “My story and yours could be related.”

“Hold on, Johnny,” said Tanya. “The equipment taken was everyday lab stuff, except for the gene-splicer, which is low voltage in itself.”

“Oh,” said Johnny crestfallen.

“Hey, cheer up,” said Tanya, smiling up at him. “Your instinct was good.”

“Well, I guess power outage is better than what Mr. Rafferty got,” stated Johnny. “Ever since he did that piece on ghosts haunting an old house, he now gets all the occult stuff. The boss has him chasing a boogeyman down on Wharf Street.” Johnny left soon after that.

“Hmm, Wharf Street,” mused Tanya thoughtfully. “That’s down by the docks, too. All three things are too much of a coincidence. I’d better check it out tonight…as Got-Gal.”

Tanya had gotten the information on the blackout from Johnny, which indicated the center of the affected area. Rafferty, who was a strange, quiet man, briefed her on his story. Using satellite imagery, Tanya found an unoccupied warehouse in the center of the area affected by the blackouts. Satisfied that this was where she should start her investigation, Tanya changed into her costume.

She never really understood why she wore a sheer white bikini with white gloves and high heels as her alter-ego’s costume. It just seemed like the perfect thing to wear. Tanya picked up the Got emerald, the source of her power, and fastened it to her bikini top between her breasts.

The nipples of Tanya’s huge 44DD breasts immediately puckered into hard nubs that poked out the material of her top. A fire of lustful desire blossomed in her loins as it did every time she put on the jewel, and Tanya fought down those desires. With a gasp of relief as containing her emotions, Tanya put on her mask and became Got-Gal.

Got-Gal headed down to the docks and towards the warehouse. She was kind of sorry that Got-Chic could not join her, but Anita Jackson, Got-Chic’s alter-ego, had a school project that she could not get out of without awkward questions being asked, though she promised to join Got-Gal later.

The warehouse was a large two-story building, built back in the forties. Night had fallen and the halogen lights illuminated only parts of it, casting eerie shadows around the entire structure. Got-Gal tried a side door and found it locked. Not wanting to force the door open, she looked around and flew up to the flat roof. Skylights dotted the roof at regular intervals and one was partially opened. Got-Gal walked over to it and looked inside.

“For an unoccupied warehouse, it has a lot of things stored here,” thought Got-Gal.

She was looking down at the main storage area of the warehouse. It was filled with boxes, crates, coils of electrical cable, steel rebar, and all sorts of other odds and ends. The light coming through the windows barely illuminated any of the floor. Got-Gal opened the skylight wider and jumped down to the floor below, landing in a crouching position.

She stood up and assessed the interior of the building. Crooked aisles had been created between the crates. Off to one side of the main floor were two large propane tanks. At the rear of the building was an elevated office that showed signs of recent use. Got-Gal headed towards the metal stairs leading up to the office.

As she was halfway across the main floor and moving into a relatively clear area, Got-Gal heard a noise off to her right. She spun in the direction of the sound and crouched into a fighting stance. Nothing moved and she could not see anything besides the crates in the gloom. Light did shine down on a box, illuminating the writing on it.

“Great Got!” thought Got-Gal excitedly. “This is from the stolen shipment of lab equipment. I bet the perpetrators are about.”

Got-Gal turned back towards the steps just in time to see a huge hand reaching for her. She jumped back and the hand almost missed her. It hit her in the chest and reached down between her monumental tits to grab a hold of her bikini top. Got-Gal gasped in surprise as she was literally yanked off her feet and swung around. Te next thing she knew she heard a ripping sound and crashed into a brick wall.

WAP!

Dazed and stunned, Got-Gal found herself lying on the floor. Shaking her head to clear it, she staggered up to her feet. Her eyes widened when she saw what was before her.

It was a monster. Although shaped like a man, it stood over nine-feet tall with yellowish-orange skin, which had bumps all over it. Lank, greasy hair hung down to its shoulders and its face was hideous, with a big pug nose and oversized canine teeth sticking up from its massive lower jaw. It was wearing a thick leather belt and a burlap loincloth. It was looking down at its hand, which was holding the remnants of her top.

Got-Gal gasped and her hands slapped up to her breasts. She was shocked to find nothing there covering her massive mounds.

“He’s got my gem!” thought Got-Gal frantically. “I have to get it back!”

Got-Gal raced towards the monster, her breasts swinging from side to side. The creature, taken aback by her charge, tossed the Got emerald and her top over his shoulder. Got-Gal looked on in dismay as her purple gem flew off into the distance. She then grunted as two meaty hands grabbed her around the middle and lifted her right off the floor.

“Let go of me!” yelled Got-Gal, banging her fists on his arms with little effect. The creature’s muscles were rock-hard and there was thick, heavy bone underneath that. “I said let go!” and she kicked him in the thigh with her spiked high heels.

“Aaarrrggghhh!!!” bellowed the monster in pain.

He let go of Got-Gal, who fell to the floor. She landed on her feet and prepared to dash around him to retrieve her gem, but, before she could do so, the creature hit with a backhanded swat to the body.

WHAM!

“Ugh!” grunted Got-Gal as the forceful blow knocked her backwards.

Got-Gal crashed into a crate, smashing the wooden box, and bouncing off the heavy equipment stored inside. She was then grabbed by the wrist and swung around before the creature let go. Got-Gal spun through the air until she collided face-first with the brick wall again. The rough bricks scratched at her stomach and breasts as she slid down to the floor. Only her inherited invulnerability she received from the Got emerald saved her from being cut and bruised.

Got-Gal tried to push herself up off the floor, but was yanked up by her ankle to dangle in the air. The creature sniffed at her and then hurled her into a stack of rebar.

CRASH!

Got-Gal smacked into the metal rods and laid there, too stunned to do anything. She felt the creature loom over her, and then felt her upper body being lifted up by one of the steel bars running under her armpits. She felt a tightening around her chest above her breasts. The creature straightened out one of her arms and Got-Gal managed to flop her head over in time to see him bending the rebar tightly around her wrist. He did the same to her other arm. Got-Gal passed out after that.

When she came to, Got-Gal found herself in a predicament. The rebar wrapped around her chest and holding her arms out away from her body had been attached to other pieces of rebar, which held her bent over at a the waist. Another steel rod had been wrapped around her ankles, holding her legs wide apart. What really seemed strange to her was the masked man in a long, flowing toga standing twenty feet in front of her. The creature was standing beside the man.

“Hello, Got-Gal,” said the man. “I’m thrilled you dropped in to visit us. I’m the Loremaster.”

“Loremaster?” scoffed Got-Gal. “You look like some reject from a college frat party.”

“Scoff if you like,” said the Loremaster urbanely. “My love of mythology and science has allowed me to create this.” He pointed towards the creature.

“What is that?” asked Got-Gal.

“Ah, it’s my first creation. It’s an OGRE. That stands for Organic…Genetically-enhanced…Reproductive…Entity.”

“Release me,” ordered Got-Gal. “Release me and your punishment will be lessened.”

“Alas, I can not,” said the Loremaster, pulling up a chair and having a seat. “I dare not approach any closer than this. My ogre is not especially bright, but his genetics gives him a certain cunning and a fanatical sense of possession. Besides, I need you to see if he performs as he is supposed to do.”

“What does that mean?”

The ogre started to shuffle back and forth from one foot to another.

“It means he was created to reproduce more of his kind,” sated the Loremaster. “His sex drive is almost boundless. He can create new sperm in less than an hour. His sperm…well, his sperm is very potent and does wonderful things to a woman’s metabolism.”

“You fiend!” snarled Got-Gal. “Let me go or I promise you…”

“You are in no position to promise anything,” interrupted the Loremaster. He looked up at the ogre, who was becoming more and more agitated. “I did expect a better fight from you. I guess it’s time.”

“Great Got!” exclaimed Got-Gal in alarm as the ogre pulled off his belt and loincloth.

The ogre’s penis jutted out from his hips like a spear. It was easily eighteen inches long and as thick around as a soda can. The head of his prick was leaking out copious amounts of pre-cum and the shaft was all knobby with veins.

“No, it can’t,” cried out Got-Gal as the ogre stomped around behind her. “Stop it!”

“I can’t stop it any more than I can stop the sun from rising,” the Loremaster informed her as the ogre grabbed her hips. “And I wouldn’t want to anyway.”

“Please, I…AAIIIEEE!!!!!!!” wailed out Got-Gal as the ogre jammed the head of his hard cock into her unprepared slit.

Got-Gal gritted her teeth as the ogre pulled back and jabbed her again and again with just the head of his cock. It felt like his prick was a battering ram bashing against a castle gate. The Loremaster looked on with all the excitement of a scientist watching an experiment. Each time the ogre’s cock hit her, it smeared more and more of its pre-cum into her labia.

Got-Gal gasped as she felt her loins heat up and her pussy begin to lubricate. Her nipples hardened as a hot flush flashed through her body.

“What’s happening to me?” she panted.

“I told you,” said the Loremaster patiently before he paused. “Excuse me, I misinformed you. It’s not his sperm, but his seminal fluid that produces the female change.”

SKRUNCH!

“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!!” screamed Got-Gal at the top of her voice as the ogre shoved the head of his cock and a full three inches of the shaft into her vagina. “STOP! HE’S SPLITTING ME IN TWO!”

Tears sprang from Got-Gal’s eyes as the ogre began to rape her in earnest. Her pussy was painfully stretched to its limit and her whole body shook as the ogre rammed more of his prick into her. What was strange was that her passion was increasing. Got-Gal’s huge tits were swinging around in circles and slapping against one another with each thrust from the ogre.

“Dear God, I’m gonna…gonna…CUM!” wailed out Got-Gal as an intense orgasm exploded in side her.

“Hura hut,” grunted the ogre as he gripped her hips firmly to shove the last six inches of his cock deep into her.

Got-Gal’s eyes crossed and her body started to shake from the massive pole stuffed into her cunt. A small orgasm coursed through her as the ogre’s large balls slapped up against her clitoris. With her head hanging down and her body sagging in the rebar frame, Got-Gal looked between her legs and saw that her clit was sticking straight out because her pussy was stretched so wide open. She gasped as she saw the long, thick prick slid back out of her cunt and then rammed back into her.

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!

The ogre was going to town, fucking his entire dick in and out of Got-Gal’s stretched pussy. Her body shook from the abuse and rising sexual passion. She could not believe that she was going to orgasm again, but she was heading towards having a massive one. He breasts, still slapping together, felt heavier and fuller.

Oh, God! Not again! Not…” cried out Got-Gal. “AHHHHH!!!!!”

Got-Gal quivered and her entire body tensed up as her orgasm peaked inside her. Her juices squirted out of her and her vaginal muscles clamped down around the immense shaft inside her. She then felt the ogre ram his cock all the way into her.

SPLORT! SPLORT! SPLORT!

His first spurt of cum was so large that it completely filled her womb. Got-Gal moaned as she felt the thick, hot liquid gush out of the ogre’s prick. The second spurt was almost as large and cum dribbled out of her slit to run down her legs. Got-Gal barely felt his third spurt as her body sagged in its restraints totally exhausted.

The ogre pulled his cock out of her with a wet, sucking sound. Her pussy gaped open as white cum oozed out to drip onto the floor. The ogre, breathing heavily, sat down and leaned up against a crate. He fell asleep almost immediately.

“Interesting,” stated the Loremaster.

Got-Gal hung in the frame trying to regain her strength. She was battered and sore all over and she had been raped into two intense orgasms. It was fifteen minutes later before she gasped aloud. She had felt a slight kick in her stomach, but the Loremaster and ogre had not moved. Looking down, she saw that her belly was distended and becoming more so.

“Nooooo,” wailed got-Gal as her stomach swelled larger and larger. Her eyes widened as her breasts swelled and became heavier. Suddenly, she felt a huge contraction. “Great Got, it’s trying to get out! Ow! No! No! Ouch! AUGH!”

SPLAT!

Got-Gal’s body spasmed and tensed as much as possible in her restraints. Milk squirted out of her tits as her cunt was stretched wide open again, but this time from the inside out. A yellow, mucous-covered ogre infant was pushed out of her womb and fell to the ground in a splat. It immediately began to cry and crawl about.

Got-Gal hung exhausted in the rebar frame she was trapped in. She was sure that her cunt was stretched as wide as the Grand Canyon. She watched in fatigued disgust as the ogre infant crawled under her to lap up the milk she had squirted on the floor. Got-Gal’s eyes widened in surprise as all the pain left her groin area and it felt like her body was healing.

“Excellent!” exclaimed the Loremaster gleefully. “The mucous does heal! Of course, it might just be your super powers, but I have hope. I’ll have to try a normal female next time. Aw, he’s still hungry.”

The infant had lapped up all the milk on the ground and doubled in size. He was sitting under Got-Gal’s big round tits and reaching up for them, but they were too high. The Loremaster shot an anxious look at the sleeping ogre before darting forward to shove a low wooden box underneath Got-Gal’s chest. He quickly ran back to his chair and stood beside it.

SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!

The infant, now toddler size, climbed up upon the box, which put him just inches from Got-Gal’s large boobs. Twisting over onto his back, the ogre toddler grabbed one breast with both hands and latched his mouth onto he nipple. Got-Gal grimaced. It was like having a vacuum cleaner attached to the end of her tit. Got-Gal gritted her teeth in pain as the little tyke guzzled milk from one and then the other breast. He quickly tripled in size.

“Harruh?”

Got-Gal glanced over in fear. The ogre was beginning to wake up. The ogre child, full of milk, crawled off as the big ogre stood up and moved over behind Got-Gal. Her scream of anguish reverberated off the brick walls as the ogre forced his cock into her. Her vagina had healed up and the ogre’s massive cock stretched her out all over again.

RAM! RAM! RAM! RAM! RAM!

“I’m sorry, Got-Gal, but I do have to leave you,” said the Loremaster. “I have a new creation in the works and watching you has put some ideas in my head. I think I had better go take a cold shower before I try something rash. I’ll check back in on you in a day or so.”

The Loremaster left as Got-Gal was brutally raped for the second time by the ogre. Her vagina was stretched out wide as the ogre pounded all eighteen inches of his cock in and out of her. She orgasmed three times, her body involuntarily responding to the ogre’s genetically-enhanced seminal fluid. Got-Gal shivered and quaked as she felt the ogre spurt another massive load of hot seed into her womb.

The ogre yanked his semi-flaccid cock out of Got-Gal’s abused pussy as she drooped in the restraints. She knew she could not take much more of this without losing her sanity, and the Loremaster was not returning until tomorrow. The ogre walked off to the side and laid down to sleep. Got-Gal felt her huge breasts filling up with milk again and the accelerated growth of another ogre infant in her womb.

“OH, FUCK MEEEEE!!!!!” yelled Got-Gal as her pussy stretched out to impossible limits as she gave birth to another ogre infant forty-five minutes later. Milk squirted out of her breasts all over the box and the floor.

“Good God, Got-Gal, what has happened to you?”

Got-Gal’s head snapped up and she saw her trusted sidekick, Got-Chic, coming towards her. The second ogre infant had crawled underneath her and was licking the milk off of the box.

“Shh, Got-Chic, we don’t want to wake it up,” whispered Got-Gal, nodding her head towards the sleeping ogre.

“Great Got, what is that thing?” asked Got-Chic in a hushed voice.

“A monster…OW!”

The second ogre infant had crawled on top of the box and had attached its mouth to one of Got-Gal’s nipples. It was sucking just as voraciously as the first one, drawing milk from those large udders. Got-Chic walked over in disgust and yanked the infant away. It immediately began to screech and bawl.

“Put it back! Put it back!” said got-Gal hurriedly.

Got-Chic quickly replaced the infant back on the box and it automatically began sucking on Got-Gal’s nipple again. Both women looked over at the sleeping ogre, but it had not moved.

“Let’s get you out of here,” whispered Got-Chic.

She made to grab for the steel bar imprisoning Got-Gal, but suddenly the ogre rolled over and quickly lunged at her. Got-Chic managed to get out a shriek before the ogre’s big meaty hands grabbed her around the waist, pinning her arms at her side. Got-Chic began to struggle, but could not break free of the ogre’s grasp.

“Got-Chic, quit fighting!” yelled Got-Gal. “Stop fighting or he’ll imprison you like he did me!”

Got-Chic ceased her struggling and tried to remain still. The ogre brought her closer and sniffed at her. He grabbed her costume top between two thick fingers and ripped it off of her, causing her large, round breasts to bounce free. The bikini bottoms followed suit. Got-Chic was panting in fear as the ogre reached down to stroke his humongous member

“Got-Gal…?” Got-Chic started to say in apprehension and fear.

“I’m sorry, Got-Chic, but we have one chance if he does not restrain you like he did me.”

The ogre brought a finger up to Got-Chic’s face. It was coated with his pre-cum and he pushed it forward towards her mouth. Got-Chic, afraid of antagonizing him, opened her mouth and allowed him to push his finger in. His pre-cum tasted very salty and had a peculiar tang to it. The ogre swirled his finger around inside her mouth for a second or two and then pulled it out.

Got-Chic gasped as her body suddenly felt super-hot. Her nipples hardened so much that it was painful, while at the same time it sent jolts of pleasure to her loins. Her breasts became extremely sensitive and her snatch became so wet that it was actually dripping. Seemingly satisfied with the results, the ogre sat down on a crate and lifted Got-Chic above his hips.

“No, please…” pleaded Got-Chic as the ogre turned her around so that her back was to him and his legs between hers. “OH, DEAR GOD! HE’S SPLITTING ME IN HALF!!!!”

SKRUNCH!

Got-Gal could only look on helplessly as the ogre raped her compatriot. She watched in mesmerizing horror as the ogre forced the head of his cock into Got-Chic’s wet cunt. She did not think it would fit and she winched as Got-Chic’s labia was stretched wider and wider apart. Tears of pain streamed down Got-Chic’s cheeks.

The ogre forced six inches of his cock into Got-Chic’s pussy before he lifted her up. Got-Chic gasped in relief as the huge prick came out of her, but then let out a banshee scream as the ogre jammed her back down on it again, this time forcing a full nine inches into her. Again and again he lifted her up and forced her down until, at last, with a grunt of satisfaction, he had all eighteen inches stuffed up inside Got-Chic.

Got-Chic began to shake all over and Got-Gal knew she had just violently orgasmed. Got-Gal could not tear her eyes away from her sidekick’s plight. Got-Chic’s arms were still pinned to her side by the ogre’s hands encircling her waist. Her pussy was so stretched out that her clit was sticking out like Got-Gal’s had been, and was pressing up against the ogre’s balls. She was dripping in sweat from the pain, her orgasm and her altered metabolism. Got-Gal was so enthralled that she did not even notice that the second ogre infant had switched breasts on her.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

The ogre lifted Got-Chic’s entire body straight up until just the tip of his huge cock was inside her. He them jammed her back down onto the thick shaft, causing Got-Chic to groan as her pussy stretched out to its limits. The ogre increased the speed of his raping her faster and faster. Her dark-skinned breasts bounced and flopped with each impact of her ass against his hips. What Got-Gal thought was obscene was the way Got-Chic’s belly pushed out each time the mammoth cock was shoved inside her.

Got-Chic’s overly sensitive tits were sending jolts of sexual electricity through her body with each bounce. Not knowing that the ogre’s seminal fluid had changed her, Got-Chic could not understand why she was getting so turned on. Her body was quivering from all the sexual energy building up inside her. The ogre suddenly slammed her down on his prick and held her there.

“Oh, fuck! He’s…He’s…He’s cumming inside MEEEEEEE!!!!”

GUSH! GUSH! GUSH!

Got-Chic screeched out the last word as the tension in her body exploded when she felt the hot jizz spurt and fill her beyond capacity. Her body shook in the throes of her rapturous orgasm as the ogre continued to spurt his altered seed deep inside her.

Got-Chic kept moaning over and over again from the intensity of it all. She groaned loudly when the ogre stood up and let her go. For a long second, she hung there transfixed upon his cock like a mounted butterfly. She then slid forward and down off his prick with a wet, sucking sound to collapse on the floor. The ogre turned and lumbered off to sleep. The second ogre child, having drained both of Gat-Gal’s breasts of milk, wandered off himself.

“Hsss, Got-Chic…Got-Chic!” hissed Got-Gal urgently. Got-Chic feebly raised her head. Got-Gal nodded her head in a direction. “My gem is over that way. You need to hurry, but be quiet.”

Got-Chic nodded and staggered to her feet. Ogre cum dribbled out of her over-stretched pussy to run down her legs as she went off to find the Got emerald. It took her almost twenty minutes before she returned with the gem in her hand, her eyes filled with apprehension, and her other hand cradling her swollen belly.

She placed the gem next to Got-Gal’s foot. With the gem being within six inches of Got-Gal, the power surged back into her body and Got-Gal easily bent away the bars that had been restraining her. She then snatched up the gem off the floor. Looking around, Got-Gal spied the ogre children she had birthed wandering through the warehouse. They were almost five feet tall. Got-Chic groaned and held both hands over her distended stomach.

“Lie down,” advised Got-Gal. “We have to wait for it. We can’t leave any of these monsters alive. Here…” She handed Got-Chic what was left of her top. “Bite on this when the time comes.”

Got-Gal searched around quietly and found a box of flares. She twisted several of the steel rebar rods together to make a large spear. Got-Chic’s belly kept getting larger and larger.

“Hmumph!” grunted Got-Chic a short while later, jamming the cloth into her mouth and biting down hard. Got-Gal scooted down behind Got-Chic to support her back as Got-Chic grunted and strained. She kept a wary eye on the sleeping ogre as Got-Chic went through a quick labor. Screaming into the cloth to muffle her cries, Got-Chic felt the intense pain of her vagina stretching out as the third ogre infant was born. Milk squirted out of her large tits and down her belly.

Got-Gal laid the exhausted girl down. She knew she did not have a lot of time because the ogre would be waking up soon. She quickly lit three flares and spaced them around the warehouse. Coming back for Got-Chic, she found her companion still out on the floor, but the third ogre infant had crawled up on her and was sucking milk out of Got-Chic’s breasts.

Got-Gal kicked the monstrous creation off Got-Chic, gathered the girl up in her arm, and picked up her makeshift spear. The ogre grunted coming out of his slumber from the cries of the third infant. He rose to his feet facing towards Got-Gal.

“Go back to Hell where you belong,” shouted Got-Gal as she threw the spear.

The spear, however, was not aimed at the ogre, but at the two propane tanks off to one side. No sooner had she thrown it than Got-Gal flew up and through a skylight with Got-Chic in her arms. The ogre lumbered forward to try and catch her. The last sight Got-Gal had of him was of him staring upward at her. The entire building then exploded in a thunderous roar of flame.

Later that evening, Got-Gal and Got-Chic were discussing the entire affair.

“Dr. Whirter has recovered the four ogre bodies from the wreckage of the warehouse,” said Got-Gal. “Hopefully, that’s one creature we won’t have to face again.”

“…unless this Loremaster makes another one,” stated Got-Chic.

“We’ll be better prepared next time. It’s unfortunate that his hideout wasn’t in the warehouse. He said he’s working on something else. I wonder what devilment we’ll run into the next time we meet.”