Epilog 1 - Gina & Rachel
#24 of The House on Rainbow Road - 2011
Epilog 1
Though the deed was complete, the breeder did not let Gina go. Once her womb had been properly fertilized, additional appendages stretched forth from the walls, stabbed through her skin, and slid into her veins. As her belly swelled, she was nourished and tended by these tendrils. Life giving nutrients injected into her bloodstream, feeding her body and her brood, diminishing her willpower with every pulse of the cavern's heartbeat.
Slowly her own biorhythm began to sync with the all consuming thump of the far away heart. As before, the intruders pleasured her with their attentions. Nourishment was pumped in as waste was drained away and throughout there was a low level of ecstatic tension. This tension grew with the bulging of her belly, drawing a perverse desire to see her progeny spring to life.
The brood moved, fulfilling a deep urge within the vessel to birth healthy young. Expanding her fever and her frame until she began to strain against her confines once more. A terrific dilation spread open the way for the future. Fit to burst, the knot withdrew and pulled itself free of her. Then, a host of strange offspring began to emerge. Long bodies with multiple legs and mucus covered skin, slithered free and gathered at her feet. Tiny screeches called out to their mother as the breeder's rewiring of her mind allowed every part of her to experience an unbearable ecstasy. Screams of delight resonated off the chamber walls. Shock-waves of orgasmic pleasure accompanied every perfectly formed life which crawled from her womb and settled onto the fleshy floor.
Once free, her spawn crawled up her body and began to nurse. The first two had the luxury of suckling straight from her nipple, but the others had to penetrate her swollen breasts, using their proboscis like a drinking straw. Her mind fell joyfully into the all consuming bliss of motherhood. There was no pleasure like this pleasure, no reward like the satisfaction of nursing her children. As the untraceable march of time slipped by, she glowed like a swollen Madonna, drifting on a sea of endorphins which released her from the world and its petty concerns.
Then there was another shift, and her nursing children were weened. A terrible agony overtook her as they slipped away. They abandoned their mother, as all children are known to do. It never really occurred to her to think past these precious moments. But as the tears of her loneliness fell down her cheeks, they were wiped away by the attentions of a large red tentacle. Like a knowing lover, they returned in her hour of need. Caressing her skin, drawing more heat into her body until entering once more... and beginning again.
There was no resistance. All she could think of was the next brood. She wanted them in her, growing once more, filling her with their life until they would emerge and nurse. The second mating was as vigorous as the first, but she accepted them more eagerly. Their strong muscles spread her open, plunging in and out of her slickness until a sizable knot held inside the fluids which began filling her to capacity. New heights of physical and emotional euphoria radiated through her flesh as screams of delight rose and then fell. Every part of her was filled with the blaze of new life. And from this heat, birthed the reason for her existence.
"Doctor." No response. "Doctor?" Still no response. "Doctor!"
"I'm working."
"Yes, Doctor, but I have the results from 316 and 317."
"Later."
"Doctor, if we do not remove subject 317 from the breeding pit at the end of the next cycle then I am afraid she will be permanently damaged."
"Uh-huh," the doctor said but did not look away from his research as his brilliance did what his assistant loved about him. He would wither away and die, if left on his own. But she knew that every great man needed a better woman to reel him in or he would destroy the world with his reckless play.
"Doctor," the assistant said again as she moved across the laboratory and placed her hand upon his arm. The contact forced him to jerk away and for a moment, she could see the brilliant beast beneath. But she too was filled with this carnal need for knowledge and she held her ground, staring into his eyes with the intelligent determination he admired about her.
"Very well," he said as he stepped away from his research notes. "Did we harvest enough material from subject 317?"
"Yes, doctor."
"And the data?"
"Twenty-five cycles have occurred with an average of 147.25 hours required from fertilization to the weening of a brood. An average of 27 offspring are spawned with each cycle but the numbers are a little off, for cycle 11 produced 46 offspring."
"Understood," the doctor said with a contemplative nod. "Mental state?"
"The subject is completely docile," the assistant informed him. "Higher mental functions have ceased and will atrophy beyond recovery if she stays where she is."
"Very well," the Doctor said with a touch of pride in his eyes. "Administer the completion hormone to the breeder and remove 317 once this last cycle ends. Be sure to wear a protective suit when you retrieve her."
"Yes doctor," the assistant said. "Will we still give her to the Dra'zal?"
"What is the condition of 316?"
"Complete success, Doctor. Formula 87L bonded quickly to the test subject and entered her bloodstream within minutes. The subject's pheromones then repelled both metaphysical and mammalian mates and attracted the desired genus. Contact caused 316 to achieve estrous and successfully pair-bonded with the Dra'zal known as Shi'vel. I would like to add, 316 was a particularly difficult subject, expressing large amounts of petty, self-serving behavior which ceased when the Dra'zal took her."
"Is subject 316 still receptive to her mate?"
"Yes Doctor. The Dra'zal injected her with his venom, rewrote her RNA, and successfully impregnated her body. They moved east to raise their first clutch. I am impressed to say the maternal endorphins seem to have dealt with 316's self-fulfilling tendencies."
"Very good, Cindy," the doctor said with a nod. "Douse 317 with 87L then tag her and leave her in the lagoon. Continue to observe remotely."
"Yes, Doctor," the assistant said as she resisted the urge to tackle him. She knew she could resist, for though his brilliance warmed the deepest parts of her womanhood, she knew that he needed to work in order for that brilliance to be maintained.