The Infernal Hunger Chapter 4 - The Solution.
By itchingmyknee
The Froglodytes reached peak performance during the 5th generation, after that the frog strain of DNA began to slowly erode the human gene. The elders realised that their descendents would grow progressively less intelligent. In order to stay hidden from the humans, the Froglodytes had to keep their cunning, and fight against the onslaught of ignorance.
At a lengthy meeting that went on for three days, the leaders of the tribe weighed up their options. Males and females finally united on one course of action: to mate with a human female, in the hope that her offspring would maintain both species. Secrecy was still paramount, so only one female would be taken at first, by means of an experiment.
The Froglodytes hatched their plans, and targeted a local breeding colony. The only real danger was how to get a single female on her own. And what of the menfolk? The Froglodytes had never seen a single man outside of the compound. They could be fierce, muscle-bound giants. There is nothing more frightening than the threat of the unknown, but they proceeded nevertheless.
Sylvia had just moved into her new quarters. The Oracle had approved her promotion to Head Feeder, and she was taken from the others almost immediately. Her belly was very heavy now, and her intuition told her it would not be long before her pains began. Her new room was small but quiet. The walls were cracked plaster and the window was blocked with earth and sand. The glass in the building had long shattered, or been stolen, but the previous occupant had dug a small hole in the filler so that a shaft of light crossed the narrow space.
Two days passed in solitude, she had no company except for the brief exchanges with the women who brought her meals. These were either newly pregnant women who helped out with chores, or the scientists responsible for drugging the babies with the Oracle’s Cure. Babies were treated at birth through an injection into the brain. It had to be administered within the first few hours while the skull was still soft, but sometimes women managed to conceal their births until it was two late. It was always in vain. The babies would then have to have their skulls broken, and the rest of their sorry lives would be an agony of migraines and nausea.
Sylvia had begun thinking about how it would feel to keep her baby. These feelings always started bubbling up inside her when the birth was near, despite all the efforts of the scientists to quell maternal instincts. The breasts were bound to prevent them producing milk, food rations were increased but often the meat bore signs of it’s humanity. The curve of a nostril or a broken knuckle. She took to putting her eye to the hole in her window and dreaming of escape. As one afternoon melted into the next, she gazed and gazed. The baby was kicking hard now, punishing her for its conception. She put her eye to the wall and a soft breeze blew through the opening. Her eye watered. She wiped the tears away and stared again. Suddenly the light went out, and as her pupils widened to the gloom, she saw another eye peering back at her. Blazing blue irises and thick black lashes held her gaze, and she was transfixed.
To Be Continued...
Check out the previous chapters:
The Infernal Hunger Chapter 3 - The Froglodytes
The Infernal Hunger Chapter 2 - Sylvia
The Infernal Hunger
The Froglodytes reached peak performance during the 5th generation, after that the frog strain of DNA began to slowly erode the human gene. The elders realised that their descendents would grow progressively less intelligent. In order to stay hidden from the humans, the Froglodytes had to keep their cunning, and fight against the onslaught of ignorance.
At a lengthy meeting that went on for three days, the leaders of the tribe weighed up their options. Males and females finally united on one course of action: to mate with a human female, in the hope that her offspring would maintain both species. Secrecy was still paramount, so only one female would be taken at first, by means of an experiment.
The Froglodytes hatched their plans, and targeted a local breeding colony. The only real danger was how to get a single female on her own. And what of the menfolk? The Froglodytes had never seen a single man outside of the compound. They could be fierce, muscle-bound giants. There is nothing more frightening than the threat of the unknown, but they proceeded nevertheless.
Sylvia had just moved into her new quarters. The Oracle had approved her promotion to Head Feeder, and she was taken from the others almost immediately. Her belly was very heavy now, and her intuition told her it would not be long before her pains began. Her new room was small but quiet. The walls were cracked plaster and the window was blocked with earth and sand. The glass in the building had long shattered, or been stolen, but the previous occupant had dug a small hole in the filler so that a shaft of light crossed the narrow space.
Two days passed in solitude, she had no company except for the brief exchanges with the women who brought her meals. These were either newly pregnant women who helped out with chores, or the scientists responsible for drugging the babies with the Oracle’s Cure. Babies were treated at birth through an injection into the brain. It had to be administered within the first few hours while the skull was still soft, but sometimes women managed to conceal their births until it was two late. It was always in vain. The babies would then have to have their skulls broken, and the rest of their sorry lives would be an agony of migraines and nausea.
Sylvia had begun thinking about how it would feel to keep her baby. These feelings always started bubbling up inside her when the birth was near, despite all the efforts of the scientists to quell maternal instincts. The breasts were bound to prevent them producing milk, food rations were increased but often the meat bore signs of it’s humanity. The curve of a nostril or a broken knuckle. She took to putting her eye to the hole in her window and dreaming of escape. As one afternoon melted into the next, she gazed and gazed. The baby was kicking hard now, punishing her for its conception. She put her eye to the wall and a soft breeze blew through the opening. Her eye watered. She wiped the tears away and stared again. Suddenly the light went out, and as her pupils widened to the gloom, she saw another eye peering back at her. Blazing blue irises and thick black lashes held her gaze, and she was transfixed.
To Be Continued...
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