Breeding the Enemy Pt. 01

Content Warning: mpreg, breeding kink, noncon (but he enjoys it), man given a pussy, labor/birth

Humanity's first encounter with alien life came like a bolt from the blue when the Kalaxian armada showed up on Earth's doorstep and immediately declared war. They had no interest in trade or cultural exchange-- their only demand was humanity's total submission, something the people of Earth certainly weren't about to take laying down.

While the Kalaxians were more advanced, humans were adaptable creatures and after sacrificing many lives to capture a few enemy ships they were able to advance their grasp of technology by leaps and bounds in just a handful of years. The tide of war began to turn as a result of the combat mechs and ships humanity's top scientists produced and for awhile it seemed they might finally force their enemy to retreat from the Sol system entirely.

Gradually, however, the pendulum began to swing in the opposite direction once more as the number of Kalaxian troops on the field began to surge despite there being no sign of ships with fresh reinforcements entering the system. Earth's forces continued to fight on as the war entered its fifth year and Tristan Kade found himself volunteering to return to the front lines out past Jupiter.

Part of the first generation of genetically enhanced mech pilots developed on Luna, Tristan had served long enough to earn himself a tour in the rear guard, maybe even a cushy posting back on Earth as part of the United Earth Government's final line of defense for a year or two. After hearing that his friend Davon Zaen had been declared MIA in his final week of duty on Europa, however, Tristan hadn't been able to stomach the thought of being comfortable back at home while his friend was being kept as a prisoner of war by some Kalaxian monster somewhere.

There'd been an up-tick of soldiers, mech pilots in particular, being taken as POWs rather than killed outright of late-- though as far as Tristan knew there wasn't any intel as to why. The Kalaxians hadn't demanded anything in exchange for them as yet, nor had they responded to any official diplomatic requests as to the pilots' whereabouts.

Tristan was just going to have to find for out himself.

He didn't have any plan to get caught-- he didn't have any plan at all beyond showing up and shooting every alien bastard he got in range of, but a few weeks in he got his chance to find out.

Caught in an offensive volley in orbit over Ganymede, Tristan was critically wounded and his mech crippled. Bleeding out in his suit, the pilot wondered if Davon had really been taken at all or if he'd simply gone down the same way-- the beacon in his suit damaged or intentionally deactivated by the enemy to cause that extra little bit of chaos in the enemy ranks.

Just as he began to lose consciousness an enemy ship hove into view, caught his suit in its tractor beam, then pulled him into its hold. He blacked out as Kalaxians swarmed his suit, pulling it apart at the seams to get into its cockpit, too weak from blood loss to even grab his pistol and end it all before the enemy took him.

He slipped in and out of consciousness after that, only dimly aware of bright lights and alien faces hovering over him-- a medical bay of some sort, he thought dimly, sluggish from whatever drugs they had him on. Eventually he woke fully, mind aware but his body lagging behind significantly so he was barely able to lift his head and look down at himself.

Naked and sprawled on what appeared to be a surgery table, it was obvious at a glance that Tristan had been healed of his injuries, but some part of him knew instinctively that something was different-- on the inside, if not the out.

As if summoned by his waking a trio of Kalaxians entered the sterile room. While humanoid at a glance, the invasive species had large craniums and skin that ranged from green, to blue, to the occasional rare purple, and eyes that took up significant real estate on their flat faces above their equally flat nose and thin-lipped mouth. The two that entered now wore armor and were plainly guards, but the third appeared to be a doctor or scientist of some sort as he stood back and took notes on a tablet while the others lifted Tristan bodily between them.

"What have you done to me, you bastards?!" Tristan demanded, words slightly slurred as he was carried from the stark sterility of the med-bay and into a second, smaller room with mirrored walls, low lighting, and a peculiar metal rack at its center.

Still too out of it from whatever strange drug the Kalaxian scientists had pumped into his system to put up any real fight, Tristan was strapped into the metal rack in short order without any commentary from his captors. The device was surprisingly comfortable despite the fact that it was holding him in a position that essentially had him on his hands and knees with his hips in the air, but that did nothing to assuage his alarm considering he'd had all of his clothing removed.

"Let me go you fucks!" he shouted, furious and struggling feebly against his bonds while his captors ignored him and the 'doctor' simply inserted a ball-gag into the human's mouth to stifle his protests before they left.

Tristan wasn't alone long, though-- another Kalaxian, a soldier if his much larger, more muscular build was anything to go by, soon came in. "Finally," the alien murmured as he stepped up to the human captive's helpless figure and cupped Tristan's tight ass with a hand that he then slid down along his back and flanks. The whole affair put Tristan in mind of a buyer inspecting a horse or a car he intended to purchase. Apparently his captors hadn't bothered to disable his standard issue translation device, and while not perfect, he could understand most of what the Kalaxian said.

"So soft," the soldier groaned to himself in quiet anticipation.

Tristan tried to swear at the alien but the gag in his mouth held firm so all that escaped was muffled grunts of righteous fury while Tristan was forced to watch in the mirrored walls as this new arrival circled him once, then took up position behind him.

The alien soldier stripped out of his clothes and the cock that sprang free was unlike any Tristan had ever laid eyes on in the past. It was bigger than a standard human's and ridged all over-- the pointed tip leaking in anticipation of what was to come.

Tristan felt his ass tighten reflexively in expectation of trying to keep the alien's cock from penetrating him, only to be caught completely off guard as the tip only briefly grazed that tight ring of muscle on its way past. Instead, it slid down between folds of flesh that hadn't been there the day before in the region where his balls had hung before he'd been captured.

But the Kalaxian doctor hadn't just removed his balls, Tristan realized as his body's newly installed hole spread, hot, slick, and eager under the determined press of the alien's thick cock-- they'd given him a cunt.

Horrified and dizzy at the revelation, Tristan's dick was rock-hard none-the-less as his virgin pussy was penetrated for the first time and molded itself tightly around the Kalaxian alien's ridged shaft. A moan dragged itself up from the depths of his chest to be muffled by his gag at the sensation and Tristan's eyes rolled back when the alien began to pump his hips, thick shaft plunging in and out of him with relentless, measured thrusts of his hips.

Well, they started out measured, anyways. It wasn't long before the alien was bent double over Tristan, hands gripping his new human cock-sleeve tight by the hips, grunting like a beast in heat as he fucked the man with everything he had.

While most of Tristan was tethered tight to the rack the human still had free reign with his head and neck, letting him twist to watch the alien rape his helpless body on the mirrored walls. Furious though he was at the violation at his enemy's hands, Tristan came within a few moments, admittedly admirable strength of will helpless to resist the waves of pleasure echoing up from the traitorous hole the Kalaxians had installed at the apex of his thighs.

He'd had plenty of dick in his day but some small part of Tristan had to admit that none of it began to compare to the thick, intricately ridged bliss of the raw Kalaxian cock pumping in and out of his pussy. His greedy hole was so eager to be abused by his captors that it was literally dripping and the man felt a strange sensation began to build deep inside of him.

Perfectly shaped to pleasure Tristan's new hole, the Kalaxian's cock gave the human his first vaginal orgasm and Tristan moaned his way through the crushing waves of ecstasy that radiated up from the depths of him. Maybe, he thought distantly, it only felt so good because the alien doctor had wired his new pussy that way? No way he'd be moaning his way through another orgasm at his enemy's hands if they hadn't altered more than just his basic anatomy in some way...

Breed me, the small, shameful part of him that was enjoying the debauchery wrought on his body by his captor. He tried to smother it entirely but while the words faded his body's craving for Kalaxian seed intensified to the point he couldn't think of anything else.

The rack proving more than adequate to keep him from resisting, Tristan gave up struggling and let it all happen, though he did just barely manage to fight the urge to come a third time when the bestial soldier forcing himself on him came and pumped an enormous, hot load of alien seed into the human's pussy. It took a full minute for the alien to finish coming though he grunted and groaned the whole way through, hips jerking furtively as his seed flooded the previously untouched chamber less like waves on a beach and more like the steady stream of a fire-hose on full blast.

Tristan squirmed and moaned helplessly at the molten heat of it pooling in his belly as he broke out in a sweat, eyes rolling back in his head while he tried to tighten up and force it back out again, but to no avail. Whatever strange new organ they had transplanted into him seemed designed to catch and keep large quantities of a male's semen, unlike a human pussy. When it finally stopped, Tristan let his whole body go slack at last, head hanging so he could look down the length of his abdomen see that his previously flat, muscular stomach had swollen visibly under the weight of so much alien seed.

He wanted to retch at the thought but then the Kalaxian pulled out of him with a satisfied grunt and the slide of those ridges against his tender interior walls was enough to send Tristan twitching and moaning again. He watched, listlessly as the alien stopped just long enough to admire his handiwork while he got dressed, then left.

Tristan was left hanging there for some time, though he couldn't have guessed how long. Eventually, though, the doctor entered again and slid a long metal instrument of some sort into the human's bared cunt, ignoring Tristan's muffled protests before he pulled it out. Whatever readings it gave seemed to satisfy the Kalaxian as the pair of guards re-entered almost immediately and began releasing Tristan from the rack.

The man was tempted to make a break for it, but uncertain of his surroundings, he played helpless and forced the guards to half-carry, half-drag him out of the room and into the corridor beyond. He took in every detail he could through half-lidded eyes, adding it to his mental map of the place until they arrived at a second room. He was pushed carelessly inside so, caught off guard, Tristan stumbled and caught himself on a surprisingly large bed along the wall, the door sliding shut with a final hiss before he could even turn around.

The room was small but not unfurnished-- though said furnishings were mostly built-in fixtures unable to be moved or potentially crafted into makeshift weapons. A brief inspection of his new prison revealed a bed, private bathroom, table, and even what seemed to be a media screen, all for his personal use. It was much more than he would have expected but it did nothing to endear Tristan's captors to him.

The pilot cleaned himself up in the bathroom and investigated the changes that had been inflicted on him both in the mirror and with his hands while he did.

His cock, at least, appeared untouched but there was no denying his balls were gone, though whether they'd simply been relocated inside of his body or removed entirely he couldn't begin to guess. His new pussy, well... looked like a pussy, though without a clit or urethra in the usual places. It was velvety soft, hairless, and intensively sensitive, much more so than he'd ever been given to think such an orifice usually was.

So much so, in fact, that after he inserted two fingers in an attempt to clean out the alien seed inside of him while showering Tristan soon found himself simply masturbating, panting and moaning under the spray as he fingered himself with one hand and worked his cock with the other. His orgasm hit both organs at once, drowning the human in a wave of pleasure that stole the breath from his lungs and left him writhing on the shower floor, hands frenzied as he fought to extend the sensation just a few moments longer, mouth wide in a silent howl he was too overwhelmed to voice.

When the ecstasy began to ebb, he lay there under the spray, weak and trembling in awe of the feeling and disgust at himself for taking such pleasure in what had been done to him against his will.

Resolving not to do it again, Tristan left the shower and dried himself off then donned the simple clothing left for him on the bed. The lights went out automatically after awhile and the pilot lay in his bunk working on an escape plan until sleep took him.

~~~

Tristan woke feeling weirdly bloated when the lights came slowly on the next morning but chagrin turned to horror when he made his way into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror before he reached the toilet.

He didn't just feel bloated-- he was bloated.

"What the fuck," he hissed, pulling up the hem of his loose shirt and dragging down the the waist of his pants to expose his gently rounded belly. It'd been flat and muscular from hard work and regular training when he'd gone to sleep the night before, but now...

Now he looked like he was fourth months pregnant.

"No! No no no no no!" he groaned, hands shaking as he pressed them to the taut surface of his stomach, turning this way and that in the mirror in the vain hope that his eyes were somehow deceiving him.

A strange, unfamiliar flutter somewhere behind his navel sent a spike of terror clean through the pilot as he recognized it for what it was. There was something moving inside of him.

Suddenly nauseous, Tristan spun away from the mirror and landed on his knees in front of the toilet just in time to puke up his last meal, whole body heaving with the force of it. This was it, he realized with dawning horror when he finished and turned back to the sink to rinse the bile from his mouth, this was where the Kalaxian reinforcements must be coming from. There was no ship that had managed to slip unnoticed into the solar system from outside-- they were generating more troops from within...

And they were using captive humans to do it.

Another soldier might have buckled under the revelation that he'd been turned into a tool of the enemy, but after a few minutes spent standing catatonic in front of the mirror staring at his traitorous body, Tristan snapped out of it.

He had to get this intel back to headquarters and that meant he had to escape-- alien spawn incubating in his belly or not.

While the temptation to climb up on the table and hurl himself at the floor in an attempt to abort the enemy fetus inside of him was strong, Tristan knew that'd likely only make his captors watch him more closely so he refrained and played the shell-shocked, bed-ridden captive instead.

There was only so much planning he could do with his limited knowledge of the facility, though, so it was easy to become distracted by the speed at which his 'pregnancy' was progressing. By the next morning he looked seven months along, heavy belly jutting out hugely before him, its surface shifting visibly any time the child within stirred.

"Fuck," he moaned and braced himself against the sink, cock hard and pussy wet with arousal at the way his stomach hung beneath him. His mind insisted his transfigured body disgusted him and while he'd been resisting the urge to masturbate again Tristan found himself reaching for his cock as he stared at the reflection of his gravid, stretch-mark laced belly in the mirror.

"Disgusting fucking breeder," he panted under his breath as he watched himself. "Getting off on getting knocked up by some fucking aliens. Pathetic-- I'm a pathetic, traitorous slut."

His rapidly changing body's desires overriding his rational mind, Tristan straightened and turned sideways in the mirror so he could take in the full extent of his transformation, driven to desperate new heights by the restless thrashing of his unborn child stimulating him from within.

"More-- fuck I need more," he moaned wantonly, submitting to his pursuit of pleasure after only a token resistance. The man reached for his pussy with his free hand but couldn't reach it thanks to his heavily pregnant state and contented himself with stroking his enormous belly for a moment instead.

It wasn't enough, though-- he needed to be fucked by something, anything. Desperation for cock burned in him like a fever, driving him to the brink of mania as he stumbled his way out into the main room in a vain search of some relief.

It was so bad that when the previously locked door hissed open unexpectedly a moment later and a single guard stepped inside the possibility of escape didn't even cross Tristan's mind. The human just stood by his bunk, flushed and gape-mouthed, staring stupidly at the Kalaxian with one hand still wrapped around his cock.

"I knew it," the guard said with a vicious gleam in his large eyes as he waved the door shut and it locked behind him again. "You little broodsluts always get a bit frenzied about this time, don't you? Lucky me being on duty to break in the new arrival," he crooned as he stepped closer, already unzipping his suit and pulling out his rapidly hardening cock.

Tristan's eyes locked on the Kalaxian's thick, ridged member, and felt the fever in him grow-- slick from his cock-hungry cunt trickling down the inside of his thigh the way a starving man might drool at the sight of a steak.

"That's right, breeder-- you want this, don't you?" the guard said, stroking himself invitingly. "Been keeping my eye on you. Knew I wanted a taste the moment I strapped you into the breeding rack. Haven't earned the right to put a whelp in one of you myself yet on a low-risk assignment like this one, but getting to fuck all the mindless, cock-hungry human whores I want is just as good in my book."

Delirious with need now, Tristan didn't resist, or even protest, when the guard grabbed him by the nape of the neck and pushed him down over the bunk so he was bent double, hips presented for his use.

"Good boy. Keep still and I'll make you feel all better," the Kalaxian rumbled, pleased as he took his stance behind Tristan and allowed himself a moment to let his hands trace admiringly over the human's hips, up his flanks, to his chest, then back down over his huge, taut belly. "Good at following commands, aren't you?" he muttered as he nudged the pointed tip of his cock along the slick folds of Tristan's pussy. "Tight little body like this, bet you're used to getting on your hands and knees for your superiors. You've got 'comfort boy' written all over you!"

He forced his way into the tight sheath of Tristan's cunt with one hard thrust on the final word, the force of it punching a loud, animal cry from the human's chest.

"Fuuuuck yes that's good," he groaned and laughed breathlessly as he began to pound his captive with enough force to make the human's gravid belly sway and bounce. "A Kalaxian cunt suits you, soldier! Far superior to the useless wombs your 'females' have-- worthless things can't even be converted for our use! Scientists have to pull them out and replace them every time!"

Eyes fluttering and mouth hanging open as he panted for breath while the Kalaxian used him, his captor's words only distantly registered with Tristan, though he'd remember them later. For the moment all he could focus on was the quivering thrill of his cunt finally being filled. The simple gratification of getting fucked like the breeder they had made him into fizzled in every synapse of his brain like a shot of pure ecstasy.

The guard leaned down so he could run one rough hand over Tristan's belly while he raped him, clearly delighting at the state the human was in even if he hadn't been the one to inflict it on him. "Honestly, I'm glad we stopped bothering with your females-- too small for my tastes and they could only ever whelp a few times before their bodies gave out no matter what the scientists did." As an after thought, he groped meaningfully at Tristan's chest, dragging at his nipple as he added, "I do miss the udders, but don't worry-- you'll have some fine ones yourself before you know it."

Tristan moaned again then came with a shudder and a low, bestial cry when the alien tweaked his nipple and pulled at it in a rough milking motion.

The Kalaxian laughed again as he felt the human's walls spasm powerfully around him. "That's right, slut, you're gonna produce a whole platoon for us so we can take over your back-water planet and put you under our boot where you belong. Well, not you. You belong on your back, don't you, you traitorous little whore? Sold your body to buy yourself a nice, long life whelping the soldiers that will conquer your planet!"

He came, then, grunting and thrusting through it, vast quantities of molten hot seed gushing out of Tristan's cunt with every jerk of his hips as it found nowhere to pool with his unnatural womb occupied with his enemy's spawn.

~~~

The guard left after that, but came back every hour or two for the rest of the day to repeat the process, no doubt waiting just long enough for whatever other patrol passed through to leave so he could abandon his post and take his pleasure in his new fuck-toy.

By the end of the second encounter the worst of Tristan's breeding frenzy had faded but still he found himself allowing the Kalaxian to make rough use of his body, the pleasure of his enemy's touch undoing him on some fundamental level that was difficult to resist no matter how many times he came.

A third time. A fourth. A fifth...

It wasn't until that night when Tristan and his captor both were shuddering their way through their sixth shared orgasm-- his disloyal body clinging to the alien's and milking his cock for everything it was worth while the monster emptied his prodigious balls into him yet again, that the human finally mustered the wherewithal to make his move.

Belly huge and bloated under the immense weight of his enemy's brood, Tristan still managed to rise from his bunk, Kalaxian seed gushing from his cunt in a hot flood down his thighs, to hurl himself bodily at the guard.

The Kalaxian let out a grunt of surprise at the sudden attack, caught completely off guard as he stumbled towards the table. Before he could catch his balance, Tristan grabbed the alien's large, elongated head in both hands and drove it into the table's edge with all his considerable strength. For all he was heavily pregnant, it'd only been three days since his capture and the fools hadn't just fully healed him from his injuries, but fed him regular meals-- no doubt unable to deprive him of nutrients without potentially stunting the child growing inside of him.

Years at war with the Kalaxians had taught Tristan and his fellow soldiers that their large skulls were a great deal thinner than a human's and that held true now as the guard died immediately on impact.

Tristan stood over his limp body for a long moment while he caught his breath, then turned away from the gory mess and got cleaned up. He should still have a few minutes before the next patrol if his guard's visiting pattern was anything to judge by so he got dressed then approached the dead Kalaxian again.

The guard wasn't carrying a weapon-- apparently he hadn't been that stupid, but all it took was a wave of a device built into his gauntlet to open the door to Tristan's room. The human took the device with him, slipped out as quietly as he could, and worked back the way he had been brought three days before.

No easy task with how heavily pregnant he was now. Even with adrenaline pumping through his system the weight of the alien child in his belly was significant, leaving Tristan looking full term as he tried to navigate his way to the nearest hanger bay in hopes of stealing an unattended craft and making for the nearest human outpost.

Tristan reached what he had been referring to as the 'breeding hall' on his mental map of the station and paused as he realized that while the walls were mirrored from the inside, if you stepped close from the outside there were transparent windows to let people monitor what was going on within.

He tried not to look, knowing all too well that he would find another captive like himself being brutalized by an enemy soldier and that he was in no position to help them. Getting information about this place back to base was top priority and despite being an extremely capable soldier, Tristan was already operating at a significant disadvantage...

All the same, something compelled Tristan to peer into the first room he came to and what he saw there shocked him to the core.

It was Davon-- his long time friend and fellow soldier who, after having been captured himself, Tristan had almost hoped really was KIA... But he was here, and likely had been since he'd first disappeared weeks ago. How much had he suffered in his time among the Kalaxians? What ways had they tortured him? How many of their young had he been forced to bear?

As his initial shock faded, Tristan was better able to comprehend what he was seeing and his stomach dropped nauseatingly when he realized that while Davon was in a mirrored room similar to the one Tristan had been sent to for breeding, this one had no rack. There was only a padded, bed-like structure at its center on which the other human sprawled on his back under a tenacious Kalaxian soldier eager to pass on his genes. There were no restraints, the enemy soldier wasn't even holding the man down-- rather, Davon seemed to be clinging to him, face contorted in a mask of hedonistic pleasure.

Davon couldn't actually see him, but he was looking directly at Tristan, eyes dazed and head empty of anything but the rapturous euphoria of being forcefully fucked and impregnated by the enemy.

While Tristan watched, the enormous Kalaxian grabbed Davon up and dragged the man into his lap to impale him fully on his cock. No sound escaped the room, but Tristan could see his old friend throw his head back and howl not with pain at the roughness of their forced coupling, but pleasure-- especially when the Kalaxian dipped his head to suck hungrily at one of his captive's heavy, ripe breasts. The twin mounds of tender flesh bounced hugely with every thrust, a hypnotic display of eroticism Tristan couldn't tear his eyes away from for a long minute.

Horror finally winning out, Tristan finally managed to push away from the window and hurried on his way down the corridor, more desperate to escape than ever.

They must have brain washed Davon somehow. He was strong, there was no way he'd willingly accept his captors like that if they hadn't... right?

The deep, dark part of Tristan that had howled and moaned with ecstasy through every orgasm his enemy had forced on him wondered if they'd really need to bother with brain washing when they could offer infinite sexual pleasure to any man they captured but the soldier shut that line of thought down immediately and focused on the hall ahead as he passed through the medical wing.

He just had to get out of here-- then he could help mount a mission to rescue Davon and the other human POWs before whatever had been done their minds and bodies became permanent--

A sudden pain lanced through Tristan's belly, doubling him over with a grunt as he fought to stifle a cry. "What--" he gasped, then winced and groaned as the pain repeated and the child inside of him shifted hugely all at once, making his belly move and drop with a visible lurch.

He was going into labor.

"Fuck! Not now! Stupid brat!" the soldier hissed and clung to the wall as his water broke and soaked through his pants.

He swore again and dizzy with shock, Tristan waved the gauntlet he'd stolen in front of the nearest door sensor and stumbled inside the room before it hissed shut behind him again.

It was a space similar to the one he'd originally woken up in after his capture, decked out in inscrutable medical equipment and a central table. Tristan shuffled over to it but another contraction sent him to his knees with a shout as his whole body contorted powerfully around his massive belly with the force of it. He could feel the child inside shifting lower in his birth canal and he knew instinctively that the labor process was going to be just as short at the pregnancy itself so he stripped out of his clothes and leaned back on the floor, legs akimbo.

Three days, he thought dizzily as his body labored to deliver the child that had been raped into him. Just three days from conception to delivery... give the Kalaxian's a few dozen dedicated breeding units like him and they'd be churning new soldiers out by the legion in no time-- humanity would never be able to keep up.

"Fuck," he whimpered, panting for breath and covered in sweat before another contraction forced him to bear down with a low, animal cry as the baby inside him began to breach.

He could feel its enormous head forcing his pelvic floor to bulge outwards while the plush lips of his new cunt spread wider and wider until the man felt like it was going to split him in half.

A scream erupted from him at the same moment the door slid open to reveal a guard who was obviously looking for him.

"Found him, sir-- room zero-six," he said into a com and looked down at Tristan, gaze roving over his prone, laboring body and lingering over the swell of his convulsing belly and widespread cunt. "No, he's not going anywhere-- he's too busy whelping our newest little soldier."

"Fuck you, bastaaaard!" Tristan screamed as a particularly powerful contraction tore through him and forced his first child's huge head to crown. "Get it out!" he howled desperately, tears streaming down his face as his pussy was stretched to it's utmost. Tristan pushed hard then nearly broke altogether when an unexpected orgasm took him as the baby's head dragged over his prostate on its way out. "Ohhh!" he moaned, euphoria easing the pains of childbirth as the baby's head finally sprang free of his body, granting his hole the temporary ease of only having to accommodate the the little monster's neck.

His cock produced no seed but for a moment Tristan was able to luxuriate in the delirious bliss of a labor induced orgasm more powerful than any other he'd ever experienced. Something about the process of pushing a baby out while coming heightened the sensation and extended it to the point he was still trembling in the throes of orgasm when the doctor finally arrived two minutes later.

~~~

"What's his status?" The doctor asked as he pushed his way past the guard, an unfamiliar Kalaxian in tow.

"Little whore came while pushing the whelp's head out, can you believe it? Listen to him moaning," the soldier said with a laugh but his large eyes glittered with arousal as he watched the scene unfold. He registered the other new arrival though and immediately straightened up then saluted. "Captain Vrax!"

"At ease," the captain said and watched as the doctor crouched over the laboring human breeder. "What happened here?"

The guard dropped his salute but remained at attention. "Escaped breeder, sir. Managed to time our patrols and slip out but went into labor before he got to the hanger, it seems."

The captain hummed and was quiet for a few minutes as the human panted and moaned his way through delivering the latest member of the Kalaxian army. The infant squalled loudly as it was pushed out of it's 'mother's' body and into the doctor's waiting hands, cries filling the room as the doctor quickly gave it a once over and wiped it down with a cloth.

"Well, doctor," the captain prompted. "How is it?"

"A particularly fine and sturdy specimen," the doctor answered, sounding pleased. "The fact the breeder achieved orgasm while in labor is a promising sign-- I've noticed those that do tend to produce the hardiest soldiers. Early test results suggest their window of fecundity will be measurable in decades, rather than years, too. Only time will tell if that's actually the case, however."

The captain hummed as the doctor handed the child off to an assistant that had just arrived while he regarded the enemy soldier-turned-breeder where he still lay sprawled on the floor. There was a sharpness in the human's eye that made Vrax believe he was pretending to be weaker than he was in the wake of delivery, though, and the captain smiled to himself.

"That discussion we were having earlier about my being assigned a broodslut for personal use, doctor? I've made up my mind-- I want this one."

The doctor blink in surprise, then frowned. "Captain, while he is indeed a fine specimen, I'd urge you to pick another. He killed his guard while full term on his first pregnancy and still managed to make it this far on his own-- please, let me suggest a different unit that will be far better at pleasing you."

Vrax snorted. "No, this one will do. If I'm going to have a personal breeding unit I want to break him in and train him myself. If I'm so weak a breeding bitch can kill me on my own ship, I deserve to die," he scoffed. "That guard should have known better than to underestimate the enemy-- even when he's on his back with your brat in his belly."

The doctor acceded with a nod, no doubt feeling he had done his duty in suggesting a less violent captive for his Captain's use.

Pleased by this turn of events, Vrax crouched beside his newly acquired breeder and caught his chin between his fingers so he could get a better look at him. "Yes," he said when their eyes met and he saw the fire of rebellion burning behind them. "I hope you fight me every step of the way, human. The more you fight the more you'll break and the better I'll be able to rebuild you to fulfill your purpose establishing my bloodline."

The human bared his teeth and said something in his tongue Vrax didn't understand but the captain didn't care, only leaned in and claimed his mouth in a rough and searing kiss until the human was flushed and gasping for breath-- the first step in breaking him on the wheel of pleasure until pleasing Vrax and whelping his spawn were the only two thoughts in his head.