BRED TO DEATH

Alien rape- BATS

   Whatever these strange people had in store for her was a lot better than the slave pens. True a well cared for slave was still a slave but at least she was clean and her belly was full. There had been six of them bought at the auction in the seaport, all fairly young and healthy. Then there was the long walk into the mountains. It was on the fourth day they were joined by what must have been a raiding party. A group of well armed tough looking men with three more women or girls tied by the neck to form a coffle. 
   The tongue they spoke in was both understandable and strange to her. The words were familiar but they sounded odd and out of order. The usual banter and kidding around when the two groups met both gave her some clues and some fresh mysteries. “To see you is gladdening , my friend. Your hunt good it was, eh? Three you have, six we have, at home one left. For the next five times enough. Well it is.”
   “Glad the people will be when come home we do. To raid or spend gold we need not do soon. Yours cost gold only, mine cost blood, unhappiness there will be in one house. One house’s sorrow to two years quiet buy is a price cheap but still one dear.”
   Now she was living in what almost was a harem except nobody demanded the use of her body. They were given light work to do, sewing and mending mostly and keeping their quarters clean. Once in a while a mother would drop off her child for them to watch and there was always a small reward in the form of some luxury item offered in payment. As a slave’s life it wasn’t too bad. Still she wondered. Someone had paid for her gold, it did not make sense to spend gold for a slave only to keep her in such a manner. She was sure there were many freewomen who would gladly trade places with her. Questions to the people she met all got the same answer. “Worry about it not girl. Doing what we need you are. Explained to you later it will be.”   
    It was about six moons later when several well dressed men entered and with a few words choose two of the slaves. Light chains that were little more than decorations were fastened to wrists and ankles before they were led away. For some reason there was something about the men that said priest. The two never returned. The slaves talked about their absence but never were able to explain it. Unsaid but feared was the idea that human sacrifice was the reason they were here. 
    Then the day came when the chains bound her. Led out and helped into a small chariot the two of them were taken to a building out on the edge of the city. There they were stripped and bathed. Their heads and bodies were shorn and they were fed a fine meal. When the meal was over two of the men returned. Her guess moons ago had been correct. One wore the robes of a priest while the other wore those of a doctor. She noticed it was harder than normal to follow what they were saying. The dullness in her brain and the heaviness in her limbs told her that they had been drugged. Not a lot but enough to allow the two of them to listen to things that otherwise would have sent them screaming from the room. “To inspect and comfort you we are here to do. For tomorrow your death starts. Starts only for it some days take. It is sorry we are but no choice we have. A valley nearby there is. In it a bogget there lives. Every six moons two women give it we must. Fail and doom will on us all fall. The bogget female is and a place to plant it’s young needs. That place you two are. After done it is kill you we must. Otherwise the young grow up will and then doomed all will be. 
Kill it we can do not. In a steel house that from the sky fell it lives. To approach it to die is. A glowing sword will everyone kill that the valley enters. Too fast and armored to kill the bogget is. Dodge our fastest arrows it does. So leave it alone we do. To live with the young bogget inside is to endless agony know so kill you we must. The bogget eat you from inside will do as born it is. Be killed first it must be. Pray for your sprit we will and forget your sacrifice we will not.”
   The priest watched as the doctor examined the two doomed women. More like girls really. One was a blonde from the northern tribes while the other was clearly a mixed breed. Both were old enough to be wed but still young enough to be girls. The northern one was tall and slender with small firm breasts and slender waist and hips. She would suffer much as the bogget implanted its young in her small sex slit. The other girl was shorter and stockier. Broad in the hips and large breasted. Her time would be somewhat easier. Surprisingly both were virgin. Too bad for them but sometimes it happened. 
   The next morning there was a ride to the valley of the bogget. Once again there was the drugged wine to help them cope with their impending doom but both were still scared and unable to believe what was going to happen to them. The valley was more of a box canyon with steep sides and only one way  in or out. A small guard detachment met them at the entrance and escorted them to the stakes. Two groups of four set into the ground a small distance from each other. Each girl was tied spread eagle to the iron stakes before being offered a last drink of the drugged wine. Then one of the guards spoke a warning and all left. Through the drug’s haze the bogget could be seen as it came closer. It was truly something from another place. Larger that even the tallest man it had four short legs and two arms. A lizard like centaur with short legs and tail. The tail was carried up over its back like a scorpion. As it came closer the teeth were visible. Large teeth that could rip chunks from a horse placed in a head fit to carry them. Even drugged both women fought to free themselves but there was no chance to do so and even if they were freed there was no way to escape the monster. Stopping twenty paces away the bogget looked at the two sacrifices. The catlike eyes glittered with intelligence that somehow made it all worse. Here was a thinking being about to condemn two others to a terrible death in order to birth her young. 
   Then it started. The head aimed first at one girl than at the other. With each look came a spray of liquid that struck each girl in the face. Spit with enough force to reach twenty paces the stream flooded the eyes and mouth of the victim. Coughs and screams and the struggles soon faded as the paralytic agent in the venom took effect. After a few minutes both were limp and unable to do more that breathe. Suddenly it was standing over the dark girl. Truly it moved faster than thought. She could only watch as it  took its place over the helpless victim. Then the tail moved. Twisting and turning the tip of it moved under the bogget’s body  until it found the slit between the girl’s legs. A thin slippery fluid leaked out from the opening in the end of the tail as it pushed its way into the virgin slot. By now the poor girl was screaming and was beyond any rational thought. She was being torn apart by the huge thing as it pushed through her and into her womb. Then something passed down the tail and spread her inside passages even farther open. Her belly bulged and then the tail pulled free and the bogget was gone. She was left instantly pregnant. A mixture of blood and other nameless fluids dribbled from her crotch as her screams faded unto mindless sobs and whimpers. 
   The blonde now knew why they had paid gold for her. Helpless except for her screams she went through the same things as her partner in death. Her smaller openings were severely damaged by the assault and the implantation on the baby bogget. She was too left in a state filled with agony beyond pain. After the bogget had left they were forced to lay and feel the thing inside of them move as it sent out the tubes and hooks that attached it to its unwilling host and allowed it to feed off her body. 
   Darkness came and with it the wearing off of the venom. Now each girl was able to move and thrash around as mush as the stakes would allow. The pain had robbed them of the ability to scream any more just as the ordeal had robbed them of the power to think. There was nothing but agony. 
   Dawn found them exhausted and laying limp. The things in their guts had settled themselves and no longer moved. The bogget came to check on them once and had left once it was sure both of the young had been safely planted. They were of no further interest to it.
   After it left the guards returned with the priest and the two victims were carefully untied and carried away. By the time they reached the building where they had been prepared the girls had regained some semblance of normal. They were still awash in pain but it was only a shadow of the agony that had already suffered. Cleaned up and given pain relief they were once again listening to the priest. 
   “Your pain get worse will. Only a short time left have you. Drug you more or kill what is in you we cannot. To do so disaster will cause. Thing inside you break free will if try we do. Only way to suffering end and thing kill fire is. Know that your pain thankful for we are. Babies not born named for you will be. Prayers for you there will be. Brave be you. Soon free from pain you will be.”
   Through the pain and the drugs they saw a large fire with two iron ladders laying along side it. They were tied to them with iron wire and the ladders then stood up so the girls were facing the fire. The ladders were allowed to lean toward the fire with only a couple of ropes holding them from falling into the flames. The heat on the naked flesh promised an end to the torment. Somehow both girls realized that the end was near. The awful touch of the flames would free them from the agony. There were words being spoken by the priest and others but they were meaningless. The prayers of the people from the city were for the sprits of the two hanging on the ladders. The prayers of those on the ladders were simpler, just kill me and end the pain. 
   Then the dark girl was consigned to the flames. Her ladder was allowed to tilt forward over the fire. It stayed there as her body blistered and blackened and she screamed. Then she inhaled a lungful of flame and her screams ended. She had time for only a few gaps before the ropes burned through and she was dropped onto the coals below to be consumed.
   Then it was time for the blonde. As the ladder tilted over the fire she also screamed at the touch of the flames. Screamed and screamed for she was denied the quick ending of the other girl. The body below her on the fire blocked the worst of the fire from reaching her. She was forced to feel her body burn, to watch her skin blacken and fall before the heat burned her eyes out. She was still awake when the ropes finally burned through and she too fell into the heart of the fire. The thing in her belly clawed and ripped through her flesh to win free of her dying body only to fall just before her into the flames. It was consumed by the same fires that finally claimed her life and gave her the peace she wanted. 
   After the fire had died out there was a service for their sprits and as the priest promised there were babies named for them. They had bought the city peace and safety for another six moons with their agony, suffering, horror, and lives.