SUMMARY: Dr. Mutato captures the Harley's Angels. The heroic trio is forcefully impregnated with millions of eggs. Dylan, the group's leader, suffers an especially ignominious fate.

CLASSIFICATION: Pregnancy, Lactation, Bondage, Rape

Dr. Mutato vs. Harley's Angels

(a story inspired by Orb)

by FEO (e-mail: anonymous@anonymous.com)

NOTE: The events described here take place between Orb's stories "The Super Sorority meets Dr. Mutato" and "Titanium Girl vs. Dr. Mutato".

Two weeks after capturing the members of Harley's Angels, Dr. Mutato was reviewing the video tapes recording their defeat. Of course they had not complied when he had issued his ultimatum, erm, polite request for them to disrobe. Of course they had tried to evade being pulled into the gaping entrance of the "Panty Dropper", his fiendishly efficient unclothing device. Of course the three Angels still had ended up like all the other before them, knocked out with a whiff of chloroform and strapped spread-eagle to steel chairs.

Given the difficult choice of which girl to impregnate first, Dr. Mutato had opted for Alex Monday, the Asian one. Frankly he had expected more resistance from her, but a single dose of erotic gas had sufficed to transform the usually stuck-up girl into a wild, cock-hungry slut. After Dr. Mutato had fucked her in the mouth for a while, Alex turned around on her own, raised her rear and pulled her ass cheeks apart to provide him better access to her sex. The evil doctor was only too happy to oblige. From a glass container on a nearby pedestal, he took a shimmering blue orb of impregnation and pushed it into her cunt. SQUISH! With a wet sound, it slid into the girl's vagina. "Oooh!" Alex exclaimed. Dr. Mutato grabbed the girl's hips, placed the tip of his cock against her labia and pulled Alex' writhing body towards him. SPLORSH!

"Uuunnngggh!" Harley's Asian Angel groaned as Dr. Mutato's cock head pressed the cool soft egg deep into her sex. In her sex-crazed state, she either didn't realize or didn't care that the doctor's deed was going to doom her to a life of constant pregnancy. The way Dr. Mutato's orbs worked, at this point the only thing that separated Alex from a permanently distended belly was a single orgasm.

It didn't take long. Dr. Mutato had barely thrust into her a dozen times when the raven-haired beauty suddenly bucked wildly against his lap, whinnying like a horse. He pushed his penis to the hilt into the tight folds of her cunt and felt her inner muscles clamp down on him -- and on the orb of impregnation lodged against her cervix.

SPLOSH! Dr. Mutato came deep within her, filling her with his seed. "UUHH!" Alex shook her head up and down, her long black mane flying through the air. She was completely beside herself with pleasure, caught in her most tremendous orgasm ever. She never even heard the soft squishing noise as the ominous blue orb popped open within her and flooded her womb with thousands of little egglets. In a matter of seconds, her belly swelled up and Dr. Mutato found himself unceremoniously pushed out of the temple of her femininity.

Once, the sassy Harley's Angel had commandeered helicopters, cars and boats with equal ease. Until an hour ago, the only purpose in Alex' life had been to track down criminal masterminds, save the world from their evil plans and look damn good in the process. Now her body was being forced to adjust to an entirely different purpose. No longer would she fight evil, but instead she would give birth, over and over. Caught up in a never-ending series of orgasms she would push hundreds and thousands of little blue spheres into a world which would quickly forget her heroic deeds of days past.

Dr. Mutato watched himself on tape, stepping back from the impregnated Angel on the floor, still twitching in the aftermath of her orgasm as her girth steadily expanded to accommodate the growing eggs within. He had already chosen his next victim.

"I've heard of you getting out of the tightest spots without nary a scratch on your voluptuous body, my dear Dylan," Dr. Mutato addressed his snarling second captive. "After seeing what I just did to your pretty Asian friend, you'll no doubt be twice as alert and dangerous."

"Damn right I will, you fiend," Dylan Sands snarled at her captor between clenched teeth. "I'll make you eat those foul eggs of yours until you choke on them!"

The doctor smiled. "Your defiant tomboy attitude will only make your defeat so much more satisfying for me." He pressed a button on a console next to him. A trapdoor opened before Dylan's feet, the clamps of the chair opened up and the buxom secret agent slid down the hole.

"Waaiiiittt..." Dylan exclaimed as the darkness engulfed her. Briefly she slid through a narrow tube. Unseen nozzles sprayed her body with some kind of lubricating fluid. Suddenly she landed on something that felt like a saddle. Briefly, Dylan feared she would slide off the surface, but then her toes found a set of footrests. As soon as she had touched their surface, steel clamps came down over her ankles. CLANK! CLANK! Only then did she notice a hard nub pushing against her exposed nether regions. Before she could react, the nub had already parted her labia and proceeded to sink into the rebellious Harley's Angel.

"Now hold on a minute, you fiend!" Dylan exclaimed into the blackness surrounding her. Thanks to the lubricating fluid, the cold nub was already several few inches into her pussy. She would have to think hard to get out of this one. But Dr. Mutato wasn't about to give her time to recover her wits.

The evil scientist's voice cackled through the speakers: "Actually, my dear, it's you who might want to hold on!" WHIRR! The saddle-like device swung forward. Gravity forced the hard dildo even further into Dylan's pussy.

Instinctively, Dylan reached behind her to hold on to something. Her hands slid over the slick surface until they found two handles protruding from the sides of the rolling seat. CLANK! CLANK! Just as she realized she had played right into Dr. Mutato's hands, two clamps snapped down over her wrists.

"Ow!" Dylan yelped, more surprised than hurt.

"Don't worry, my dear," Dr. Mutato's voice boomed through a speaker. "These shackles may be snug enough to prevent you from slipping through, but I've lined them with silk so you won't hurt yourself. After all, no one wants to see a pretty pregnant girl with bleeding wrists!"

"You sick bastard!" Dylan snarled as she strained against her bonds. ''Let me go this very instant or there'll be hell to pay!" Instead of a verbal response, Dr. Mutato pressed a button on his console.

"Aahh!" Dylan exclaimed as the saddle seat swung backward. SHLUP! Not only did the busty Angel find herself completely immobilized with her hands far behind her back, but the motion had also pushed the nub several inches further up her sex.

Dr. Mutato watched his struggling prey with an infrared camera. For a few minutes, she tried to slip free of her restraints, but they were made to measure. Then she leveraged herself against the shackles, trying to at least get away from the dildo. Suddenly, Dylan froze. Dr. Mutato smiled, his eyes shining coldly behind his dark-rimmed glasses.

"Ah, I see you have noticed my little surprise for you!" Indeed, Dylan had just noticed the second nub underneath her, pressing against her puckered anus. "No, not there! Anything but there! Mutato, stop what you're doing right now! You win! Just stop this mad contraption of yours and we'll let you go!"

Dylan's desperate plea fell on deaf ears. Dr. Mutato pressed another button. PLISH! The Harley's Angel squirmed as a squirt of warm oil hit splashed straight between her butt cheeks. "Stop it! Please don't do this!" At his observation post, the evil doctor reached for a dial. In the dark room, Dylan gritted her teeth as the nub began to press against her anus.

Dr. Mutato loved it when his victims tried to resist the inevitable and Dylan didn't disappoint his expectations. He activated a special mini-cam positioned straight between the two nubs to get a good view of the spectacle. "Gnnnhhhh!" The Angel did her best to press her buttocks together and tensed up her sphincter. With all the lubrication dripping off her glistening body, she might as well haven't bothered. Dr. Mutato turned the dial a bit further.

"Aaaahhh!" Dylan exclaimed as the dildo easily forced itself through the ring of her sphincter. Dr. Mutato placed his hands over the controls for the level of penetration of each dildo and turned both dials to the right.

"HUUUHRRRGHHH!" Dylan's body went rigid as the two dildos invaded the depths of her ass and pussy. But the doctor wasn't even close to being done with her. Again, the saddle tilted backwards. Red lights began to illuminate the prisoner's room. He wanted her to see this.

Dylan found herself in a round chamber, strapped to a device which was far more than a saddle. She was sitting within a big ring, the structure held by supports in such a way that it could make almost a full rotation. Trying to ignore the twin dildos stuck in the depths of her lower body, she rocked her body sideways.

"Bwahahahaha!" the voice of Dr. Mutato mocked her. "Don't even bother! My contraption would even withstand the superhuman strength of Ultra-Woman! Your feeble attempts are a mere waste of time and energy!"

"Hah! Actually, you're scared!" Dylan spat back. But her bravado was all show and no substance. Her efforts didn't budge the device even by an inch. Instead, the ring rotated further back, impaling her rear on the dildo stuck between her butt cheeks.

"I merely turned on the lights so you could see my second surprise for you, dear Angel!" Dr. Mutato exclaimed and pressed yet another button on his control panel. Two robotic arms descended from the ceiling of Dylan's prison. Their tips ended in semitransparent suction cups.

The captured secret agent gasped as the cups closed in on her ample chests. "What the hell is this, you pervert?" she swore as she twisted and turned, trying to evade the hydraulic arms. Dr. Mutato sighed. Why did they always have to resist the inevitable? Why could they not just submit? Then he remembered why: This way it was much more fun.

For minutes, the robotic arms whirred in all directions, trying to capture Dylan's glistening breasts as she kept twisting and turning her upper body to evade the cups. After he had enjoyed enough of her jiggling about, Mutato turned one of his dials all the way to the right. TSHUNK! The rebellious Angel's body became as rigid as a board. With one swift jab, the dildo in her rear had bottomed out within her bowels.

The robot arms took full advantage of her momentary paralysis. SHLUPP! SHLUPP!!! With a slurping sound, the suction cups descended over her large breasts, pulling them away from her body. "Oh no!" Dylan exclaimed. The cups began to vibrate, massaging her tender tit flesh. Dylan's face contorted into an expression somewhere between pain or pleasure. It was the moment Dr. Mutato had been waiting for. He pressed another button and a heavy cloud of gas descended upon the secret agent.

"Ohh! Oh!" Dylan exclaimed over and over. Aphrodisiac gas filled her lungs. Suddenly, she felt very warm and her whole body began to tingle. With a sly grin, the devious Dr. Mutato hit a green button labeled 'AUTO.' "Why don't you just relax and enjoy," the doctor said with a surprisingly tender voice.

Dylan could only gasp: "Oh! Oh! Ohhh!" The dildo in her ass pulled out slightly, then the second dildo plunged deep into her pussy until it bumped against her cervix.

"You see, Dylan, you've always been the most unpredictable of the Angels. In order to make sure that you wouldn't be able to foul up my plans, I studied you for months. Finally, I built the device that's holding you now. It's been tuned to precisely accommodate your figure. It's steered by a computer which processes all the feedback from your body's reactions in order to stimulate you beyond anything you've ever experienced."

Dr. Mutato's voice became deeper and darker. "Your first orgasm will trigger the insemination cycle. And once my orb of impregnation has taken hold within your womb, my machine will proceed to milk your precious breasts dry -- until they are nothing but a shadow of their current self!"

"Unnhhh!" Dr. Mutato took her grunt as a response and continued. "Don't worry. Eventually these magnificent breasts of yours will fill up again. Of course, then I will drain them again... and again... and again!" His voice reached a shrill crescendo.

In her prison, Dylan was experiencing an entirely different kind of buildup. The two dildos had begun to take turns. Whenever one of them pistoned into her, the other slid back a few inches. The sensation was incredible. She had never been so full, never felt anything like this before. Under other circumstances, Dylan might have managed to resist the dual stimuli for a while, but the erotic nerve gas was driving her straight towards the edge of a mind-shattering orgasm.

"Unggh! Unngh! Unngh!" Dylan grunted between clenched teeth as the mechanical tormentor violated her. The constant stimulation of her breasts through the vibrating suction cups was making it even harder to fight the raw feelings boiling up within her. Her nipples kept touching the soft plastic surrounding them. When they got hard, they bulged into a recess of the cups that seemed to be meant just for this purpose -- which of course it had.

Dr. Mutato had been very thorough in the design of his breeding machine. The dildo in Dylan's pussy did not just thrust into her monotonously, it kept subtly shifting its angle of entry, exploring her vaginal chamber -- and dilating it. At one point, it even seemed that the dildo was growing.

Dr. Mutato noticed the unasked question on the tortured Angel's face and activated the microphone. "From your expression I see that you have noticed that the vaginal dildo is expanding within you. It is indeed inflating to a bigger girth. After all, it has been designed to deliver an orb of impregnation into your womb. My little blue wonders are three inches across, so you will have to open wide for them to slide right in!"

Dylan's panicked reaction was priceless. "N-n-no! Nhh, nhh! You can't, nhh, nhh, do this to me! Ohh! Ohh!" The doctor couldn't contain a mad cackle. "Oh yes, I can and I will!" he exclaimed triumphantly.

In her desperation, the sweat- and oil-drenched secret agent tried to clamp down on the dildo with her pussy muscles. But by now her sex was so stretched that any attempt at resistance was futile. Straining against it only served to intensify the friction, causing her to shudder. Dylan felt the impending orgasm building up, but knowing it would doom her, she kept fighting it down.

That's when the dildo between her buttocks began to pick up speed. Instead of plunging into her ass with long strokes, it switched to a shorter, more insistent pistoning. Each thrust went deep into her bowels, rubbing delightfully against the thickening dildo filling out her pussy.

A slight whimper signaled Dylan's involuntary surrender. Fascinated, Dr. Mutato stared his screens as her entire body suddenly went limp. For a moment, she merely hung in the circular seat as the twin dildos furiously plundered her depths. Then, sparking within the depths of her sex, the climax started. As the forced orgasm gradually ignited all her nerve endings, her body convulsed and twitched.

"NnnnnhhhyyyaaaaaAAAHHHHH!" Dylan screamed, pulling at her restraints. Her sphincter clamped down on the dildo in her rear, her pussy spasmed around the robotic tool filling her to the hilt.

It was the exact moment the machine had been waiting for. SPLORP! Even with all the sensations washing over her, Dylan still felt the cool surface of the orb nudging against her cervix. SPLORP! "The second one's for luck," Dr. Mutato giggled through the speakers. Two orbs were now pressing against the entrance of her womb.

Dylan's eyes went wide as the dildo within her well-rounded ass suddenly began to vibrate. "UUUaaahhrrrggHHH!" A primal scream filled the red-lit chamber as another tremendous orgasm came over her. When her pussy muscles spasmed, she dimly heard a squishing sound before feeling a cold liquid gush up her cervix. "Nooooooooo!" Dylan exclaimed as the sensation changed to a hot wave flooding her defenseless womb.

"Oh, yes!" Mutato replied over the intercom. "You're not quite done yet, however!" He pressed the last button on his control panel. It was labeled 'DOMINATION.' The robotic chair in the chamber went wild.

Its initial target had been to push the beautiful Angel to the brink of orgasm and beyond. Now the computer's goal now was to keep Dylan on that high plateau by rising and modulating its stimulation. The dildos alternated between fucking her with deep, even strokes and stopping to vibrate wildly within her depths. Whenever they had managed to coax another climax out of her, they changed their approach. Occasionally the chair rocked back and forward to explore new angles of penetration.

"Ooohh! Oooh! Unnngh! Aaah!" Completely beside herself, Dylan tossed her head from side to side as the insidious chair kept drawing orgasm after orgasm from her spasming body. Once the computer's sensors confirmed that gestation had taken place, it turned on the suction cups. FOOMP! FOOMP!

"Aaarghhh!" Dylan screamed as the milking pumps pulled her breasts in. With glassy eyes, she stared down at the suction cups squeezing her beautiful mammaries. The sudden pressure made them burn. Rubber rings encircled her hard nipples as the milking machine began its work. The computer ended her brief distraction by letting loose with a new attack on her nether regions. A dozen deep jabs into her anus, followed by several deep plunges into her sopping pussy forced yet another mind-blowing orgasm from the quivering angel and dissolved the last vestige of her resistance. "Ohhh! Oooohhh!"

FUMP! FUMP! The strength of the pumps increased further. Drenched with sweat, Dylan threw her head back as another climax ignited her synapses. The burning feeling in her breasts actually enhanced her orgasm! "Ooooaaahhh!" she moaned as another climax crashed over her. She no longer fought her violation. Instead, she passionately ground her hips against the dildos embedded within her and actually thrust her chest forward, straight against the pumps.

After a few minutes and half a dozen orgasms, Dylan's breasts began to react to the mechanical stimulation. SPLISH! SPLOSH! "Huuh?" the auburn-haired Angel exclaimed as the first squirt of liquid spurted from her engorged nipples. She looked down on herself again and gasped. Just minutes before, her stomach had been toned and flat. Now, her belly bulged outward by several inches, swelling with the rapidly glowing egglets the cruel machine had injected into her.

The cold reality hit Dylan like a brick. "Oh no, you are ruining me!" The computer immediately detected her spiking stress level and countered it by spraying her with another dose of aphrodisiac gas. "Oooh!" The world spun around the impregnated Angel and she fell back into an orgasmic daze. SLURP! SLURP! The milking cups continued to drain her swollen breasts.

Dr. Mutato followed the secret agent's surrender with a satisfied grin. His eyes sparkled as he watched the dildos thrust deep into the limp figure shackled to his impregnating chair. Dylan's head hung back over her shoulders, disheveled strands of damp hair encasing a face lost in orgasmic despair. Another climax sent a shudder through her glistening body. Dr. Mutato's approving gaze fell on the Angel's swollen stomach. He could actually see her belly expand, crossing months-long pregnancy stages in minutes.

The evil doctor couldn't help but rub his hands together in delight. In the chamber, the impregnated Dylan was close to fainting from the orgasmic onslaught. "Aaahh. Aaahhh. Aaaggh..." Her eyes shut, her mouth gaping open, only the restraints were holding her on top of the infernal impregnating machine.

SHLORP! SHLORP! Finally, the milking machine had drained Dylan's withered breasts of the last drops of milk. With a sucking sound, the suction cups released their prey and withdrew into the ceiling. The ring chair stopped rocking. The pistoning thrusts of the dildos ceased and white spot lights gradually lit up the chamber. Finally, the machine released the shackles around the defeated Angel's wrists and ankles. Dylan's body shuddered with a post-orgasmic spasm as the dildos withdrew from her. "H-h-h, h-h-h."

Her breathing ragged, Dylan tried to keep her balance in the saddle. After a few minutes of rest, the spent woman managed to climb off the device which had orchestrated her defeat. Tears ran down her cheeks as she stared down on her ruined breasts and her bloated stomach. At this point, she looked as if she were coming to full term with twins.

Dylan began to sink to the floor when she felt an increasing pressure coming from within her. "Oh no," she groaned weakly. She bit down on her lower lip and tried to resist the impulse to squat, but the pressure increased. Realizing that she had no recourse left, she crouched down on the floor and spread her legs. "Unnh! Unnnhhhggghhh! Ohhh!" she grunted as the first of many eggs began to force its way out of her body. Soon she had to change her position. Exhausted, she sat down next to the inactive machine and spread her legs. "Ooof..." Leaning back against her robotic tormentor, she began to massage her sex with her fingers, trying to get some relief. When she found her engorged clit, a jolt of pleasure ran through her spine. "Nooooo..." she moaned weakly, but now that she had found something to soothe her, she was too weak-willed to move her fingers away from her tender clitoris.

Another contraction pushed the egg down her birth canal. "Ohhh." Fresh pearls of sweat covered the woman's forehead as her fingers automatically rubbed her clit in small circles. "Unnggh!" she exclaimed as she suddenly felt compelled to push. "Gnnnaaaahhh!" SPLORT! Apathetic, Dylan stared down at the glistening egg between her legs. Her clitoris was itching again. Three long-legged nurses in starch-white uniforms walked into the room. A big blue 'M' was stitched to the pocket of their blouses. One of them kneeled down to scoop up the egg with a shovel. The other two helped Dylan onto her feet. "Wherearewe goin'?" Dylan protested weakly.

"Why, my dear, to your room of course," one of the nurses replied with a warm voice. "Oooh..." the dazed, hugely gravid Angel nodded as they half-pushed, half-carried her out of the chamber.

Dylan showed significant trouble walking. This weakness was not merely from the fucking she had received at the hand of Dr. Mutato's impregnation machine. She could already feel the second egg working its way down her birth canal. "Hope itsnotfar," she mumbled just before they reached another door.

"Don't you worry about a thing", the nurse said cheerfully. The room contained a Jacuzzi, three wide beds and as many seats resembling padded ob-gyn chairs. Her fellow angel Alex was already occupying one of the gynecological chairs, with her legs spread wide and her eyes closed. "Unnnhh," the Asian went as her fingers briefly moved away from her clit. SPLORT! A big shiny egg emerged from the distended cunt of the former technological wizard, now reduced to full-time breeding agent.

The nurses had barely helped Dylan into one of the beds when she gave forth a loud grunt. "Gaaahhh!" SPLORTCH! She had given birth again. The nurses picked up Dylan's egg and the three eggs under Alex' chair and left the room. Dylan Sands' fingers crawled down to her aching pussy and she felt compelled to rub herself again. Again she felt the now-familiar pressure building within her womb and she groaned. "He's won... the bastard's won..."

With a frown, Dr. Mutato turned off his observation screen. She was still thinking way too much about her situation instead of just surrendering to her fate. He knew not to underestimate his opponents. Then he had an idea: Seeing how well Dylan reacted to anal stimuli, he could fit her with a vibrating butt-plug which would activate every time it sensed her tense up.

"Nothing like a constant stream of orgasms to keep her mind off troubling thoughts," Dr. Mutato chuckled and turned around where Natalie Cork was still sitting in a steel chair, in stirrups.

"Miss Cork, you are the last, and least, of the Angels," Dr. Mutato said with an condescending tone in his voice. "Even though your brains may easily be outmatched by a housefly, I hear you are a formidable gymnast." Two spray nozzles emerged from the chair and pointed at the face of the sole remaining Harley's Angel.

The voice of the doctor's last captive quivered with disgust. "You son of a bitch will let me go right now before I... COUGH COUGH!" Natalie's tirade was cut short by a dense cloud of pink gas.

"Now we shall see one last time how limber you are, my dear," Dr. Mutato said with a benign smile. The shackles around her ankles opened. "Raise your legs as far as they will go and I will give you a fucking you will never forget."

With her eyes fogged by the hypnotic gas, Natalie complied. "Wow, you really are quite a gymnast," Dr. Mutato noted appreciatively with a nod. The nude agent had raised her knees around her ankles, fully exposing her defenseless pussy to her captor.

"But just to make sure I get no ugly surprises...", the doctor pressed a button. A new set of shackles emerged and closed in around Natalie's ankles, holding her in her denigrating position. Dr. Mutato pulled his zipper open.

"Now let's get this underway so you can be rejoined with your teammates." With a shining blue orb in his left and his semi-erect penis in his right hand, Dr. Mutato closed in on the helpless Angel. "I so love my job..." he started to say when the tape stopped.

Back in the present, Dr. Mutato had become tired of watching his past exploits. He would never bore of seeing Dylan Sand's utter defeat at the hands of his robot chair, but Natalie, well... you had to be there to enjoy it. And right now, she was in a room of his lair with the other Angels, sitting in a Jacuzzi with a swollen belly and her legs spread wide, preparing for yet another egg to force itself out of her gaping cunt. No fun at all.

A few days after her capture, Dylan had indeed tried to gather her wits to formulate an escape plan, but her team mates were way too involved with their own pleasure to go along with it. To prevent recurrences, Dr. Mutato indeed ended up engineering a "Smart Plug" which he swiftly inserted in Dylan's shapely behind -- after fucking her in the ass for half an hour, of course. After that intervention, the former spirited Angel had become lost in a perpetual orgasmic daze. She was utterly harmless.

But now Dr. Mutato was, to put it bluntly, bored. He was rapidly running out of super heroines to impregnate and the ones that were in his "care" were no longer in any shape to give him much carnal pleasure. He had to admit they were a joy to watch, with their hugely pregnant bellies, pushing out egg after egg.

Dr. Mutato got a special kick out of the daily milking sessions, where each girl would be led to a special machine designed to drain her tender swollen tits with the highest efficiency. SHLURP! SHLURP! and they were done. Within seconds, the machine reduced ballooning breasts to shriveled sacks which would gradually fill out again over the course of the next day. Some of the girls even responded to his rough treatment with a steady increase in breast size. The surplus milk went to a nearby hospital -- they were too happy to have a steady supply of high-quality mother's milk to ask any question.

Yet he was missing the triumph of conquest, the enjoyment of watching a high-spirited female agent or super heroine still making threats after just being stripped of her clothes, only to beg for mercy before he finally impregnated them with his wonderful fertilizing orbs.

Little did Dr. Mutato realize that at that very moment, one of the super heroines imprisoned within his lair had indeed found a way to fight back against him. As the doctor listlessly walked up and down his office, thinking up a plan to conquer the two most powerful super heroines in town, in another part of his complex Laura Forthright hatched a plan of her own, a plan to free her, her team mates and possibly all the prisoners of his despicable 'Hen House'. But first, she was due to give birth. Again.

"Nnhg! Nhgg! Unnhf!" Laura grunted as the egg slowly slid down her birth canal. BLURP! A large blue egg floated to the surface of her Jacuzzi. She stared at it with fascination: To her, it was both a symbol of her ignominious defeat... and of her hope for liberation.

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