Chapter Three: Acquainting the Enemy.
The woman trashed against her resin bonds, trying in vain to stop the two large males from latching onto her enlarged breasts. To a point milk flowed through her teats, two large xenos continued to delightfully drink off their captive host and surrogate mother. Charlie had just removed her acid corroded chest piece, to which she found no use other than to halt the reeducation process of the woman, and who needed much of her skin oiled and massaged against possible acid burns.
"It seems the jelly has enlarged your chest." Charlie muttered. "Same thing happened to me. Perfectly normal."
"Get them off me!" She gasped for air upon feeling their inner mouths nibble her already hardened nipples. "Get. Them. Off." She shouted.
"That comes later, you're still too injured for that." Charlie responded, touching the hardened carapace of the marine's shoulder pads. "How on Earth do you wear these things?" She made a hypothetical question. "Oh well, not like it matters."
For days, Charlie and her xeno companion removed the woman's belongings, trying to see what sort of armor and weapons she concealed before she was fully naked, saved for a few rags and boots.
The enormous males clawed at the wall for support, still latching onto the marine for comfort and sustenance before drones oozed slime and other liquids onto to woman's head and body. Like a candle melting from head to toe, the liquid continued to moisturize her wounds and heal them rather quickly. Bruises that were the length of muscles now appeared to be just spots, but the erogenous zones of her body still ached and were harshly denied the leisure of a sweet release. So far, the only unwanted pleasure she had, were of her breasts being gently suckled, of hands massaging her shoulders and stomach, along with her thighs.
Charlie crawled her way to the woman's spot, but the large males were all around her and she had to use their backs for support.
"It's feeding time."
"No, not again!" She shouted before a drone grabbed her face and started to dribble saliva mixed with royal jelly.
Charlie licked the creature's inner jaw before its piston movement, once again, shoved itself into the woman's mouth and throat.
"It's good, it heals and makes you strong." Charlie nodded in a mad driven frenzy before a hiss made her slither down. The warriors had returned and with them stood the female. Her so called mistress appeared pleased with the results, somewhat interested on the fact of having a human fighter within her ranks. With the offspring being far bigger than the other warriors, and far more intelligent when it came to solving problems, she lacked patience. She wanted the woman bred. Bred so much that, by the time they were through with her, she'd forsake humanity.
Unable to have her, they decided to have the best next thing. Charlie. Their large bodies and shivering muscular features surrounded the girl as one of them quickly pinned her down and moved his smoldering loins against hers. The female watched, hissing playfully before grinning at the marine who could only watch in horror. What was about to unfold next was a frenzy, an orgy meant to show the captive marine what awaited her.
Charlie didn't put up a fight, seeking only to feel the lust of the first male against her trembling and petite body as he so eagerly fondled and massaged her back and nape. His clawed hand mingled with her hair, long and wet by slime but smooth enough to be gently pulled by the creature's claws. Others soon joined, taking places more accommodating to their needs such as making a ball around her to avoid any attempt of escape. There wasn't much need for it, she had killed the will for fighting ages ago and merely toyed or obeyed their desires whenever and wherever they liked and desired. The male, large and mostly a leader among the pack, continued to gently massage the girl's back and thighs, forcing them apart before his thick and prehensile knot like member slowly scrapped against her moist folds. Liquid oozed from the creature's tip, mixing with her own juices before she embraced the tip of the creature's length inside of her.
Still, she did not make a sound until the male bit her neck and raised her up, making sure she was pinned against the wall and his weight while the others surrounded and probed her skin with fondled needs to have and touch her.
Charlie's hands were backed against the wall, seeking only to obey her masters before the creature's fully slid his entire length inside and clawed his hind legs in excitement upon savoring her fertile inner goddess. He then raised his elongated head to the air, longing to glare at the wounded marine before thrusting his body against his submissive victim. Charlie's face was buried against the soft wall, pitifully strugling to find a better way of raising herself up before the creature forced her to be on all fours. Her mouth was then silenced by another male, seeking to savor himself with a luscious and very much perverse fellatio while others rubbed and caressed their members to the point of ejaculation onto the woman's skin She pitifully felt their hot ropes and fluids be discharged against her, branding her once again with a thick scent of the brood and reminding her place in the hive and her inability to fight off their lustful advances against their desired bodies. This xenophilia continued for the sake of fetish and pleasure. They could have taken a drone or even her female companion to breed, but no. They always targeted her, mostly because she was weaker, mostly because she was more appetizing to their sight. Was she the lowest of the low? At this point it didn't matter, they bred her like a queen and like a queen she was treated. Shame would little help her, not after the experiments and prison she endured at the hands of her own former human kind.
The male's slow thrusts were met with pleasurable whimpers and yelps, at this point the creature sought to pleasantly brush her groin with his two hands, accidentally rubbing her pubis and lower belly before he inflated his knot like end and slid itself in, making her gasp and be silenced by the tentacle shaped sex that was inside the mouth, pulsating and very much expelling a thick rope of seed.
She slurped to sweetened taste, seeking to finish him off until another replaced him. She felt his hands around the hair and pull her for a melted kiss, with the creature's inner mouth savoring his own essence and lubricating her lips once more, tasting her with nibbles and brushes against her lips whose carmine like color aroused them.
Meanwhile, the marine watched in horror, paling upon realizing the sheer depravity of the situation beneath her very feet. Sometimes, their rubbed and let their tails coil around her legs, but they never fully tried anything other than to glance at the two large males that so casually covered and coveted her from the others.
"Leave her alone you sick fucks!" She tried to speak, hissing upon feeling her breasts swell and leak more nutrients to her yet to be known twins.
The creatures heads moved in unison, hissing rather loudly upon being mistreated verbally, piling themselves more onto Charlie's naked and very much sweated body.
They continued to thrust, each taking his turn and repeating his turn until they were fully sated. This carried on for hours, until Charlie no longer had the strenght to stand on her feet or hands. She laid there, like a dead fish, covered by a thick layer of male essence before she tried in vain to close her eyes and sleep. Nothing mattered anymore, she couldn't even think properly after being so viciously bred that the mere touch of her skin caused her to instantly orgasm. It wrecked her mind and among them, parting the males who still wanted to continue, came down the female xenomorph queen, young in desire, tasted the foil painting of her back which was no more filled with juices while gently turning her around to coil her. Exausted, but not enough to the point of fainting, the girl felt her mistress pet her a little, letting her body earn the very much needed rest. The marine, no longer able to see through the ordeal due to sheer horror and trauma, thought the girl dead until she moved her arm around the female's elongated head, petting her once more.
A gently hiss was heard, this time coming from the young female xeno that made the males avoid and disperse, as if no longer interested in the ordeal before staring and glaring at the marine while grinning their silver like maws and teeth in a display of perverse hunger.
"You're next."
Was all their facial expressive nature had to say to the captive, the incoming allure of punishment towards her was something that made them come and gather around her, but until she was healed, they would have to wait.
Charlie rested, slumbering on top of the female's large bosom and hands while pleasurably being petted and caressed by the creature's coiling tail and claw like hands. She was tired, eyes closed and groomed to sleep by her alien companion whose slumbering position warmed her against possible drafts of air and other gushes of wind while slowly becoming part of the wall, slowly making a burrow for the two of them. She poked a hole through the layers of skin like resin, sliding itself inside before closing it in. No one even knew they were there, but the marine saw the girl's face through a breathing hole. With the xeno around her body, the two exchanged caresses before the girl fell asleep during her own attempt to pet the alpha female, second only to the queen itself.
The marine was pale, sweating and sometimes hyperventilating. If she wasn't dead, then an awful and very much horrifying fate awaited her. And to a degree, she was somewhat right. At this point, she was grasping at straws and hoped someone, anyone would come rescue her from this infernal hell house before her turn came. For a moment, she became thankful of her scarred body, unaware of the healing properties of the slime that regenerated her flesh and transformed her scent.
But, like Charlie, she had her own masters. The twins would be her demise and her salvation. She just needed to give them time to properly mature.
She didn't know how long Charlie had been living here, or how many times she was assaulted by this sheer depraved group of males, to whom she was unaware of their sterility. Mere warriors that were big to her eyes, were nothing compared to the two young praetorians she was grooming onto her bosom. Those would reach the size of a full grown stallion and, unlike the warriors, they were fertile, very much fertile. Charlie had come to know how much they induced pregnancy for a long time, years even. But to the marine, everything was new, everything was a display of alien horror that meant a defilement and degradation of the very concept of human honor. And it was understandable for such fears to exist. They were aliens after all, no human could make a verbal contact with them nor would they find interest in this. What they sought was to breed, fight and eat. The thinking was left to a queen she did not know it existed. All that she knew, is that she was glued to a wall awaiting a fate worse than death.
And for the very first time in many, many years, the hardened woman started to roll tears from her eyes upon thinking back on what she saw, on what might happen to her. She cried when feeling the twins suckle on her breasts, reminding her these large xenos were most likely grooming her too.
Charlie's lullaby was a soft cry, a cry she recalled faintly in her mind as a captive. When they were isolated, deprived of food and water, waiting for either death or suffering. She recalled having a friend a long time ago. But she didn't seem to recall her face or whereabouts. Just her crying voice. Just like the marine's very own.
It made her into a journey of past memories, memories she thought were erased and forgotten. And, just like that, she fell into a deep sleep. Charlie, was just knocked out cold.
The marine continued to whimper, eating up her sobs and gasping for air before turning her fears into anger and anger into action. She tried to break free of her resin like bonds, seeking to free herself but to no avail. She was stuck like a fly on a web.
What to do? A million things crossed her mind.
But she would not give up, she couldn't give up. She still had her tracker on, they could find her if she was alive, it was just a matter of time. So she thought. The marines were barely scrapping the surface of the hive, not knowing the full extent and size of the giant hornet's nest as they called it. Many met gruesome deaths, others preyed into hosts, but none were deeper within it than her. She couldn't escape. No one knew how to get to her. Communications were cut off, even the video signal was cut off.
Must have been something to do with the hive itself that caused interference. The only thing she could do was wait for a slip, a mistake, a chance. While hearing the tired sighs of Charlie, the marine wondered if she could seek out her aid in her quest for freedom. Surely she must have found a way to escape or leave the hive without the assistance of those monsters. At least, that's what she thought. At least, that's what she wanted to believe. The chamber area was dimmed by an azure colored fungus that emitted a faint light to the cave like structure. Its openings were on the ceiling while the ground was filled with holes and pits drenched with slime and a dark liquid she could not distinguish if something else was in it. It moved as if an octopus like thing was in it. Maybe another monstrosity of the hive? She didn't want to know. The walls were also covered by burrows, filled with drones and warriors in an almost comatose state and the main thing in common with the ground was its softened cushion like texture, similar to the walls and beneath that, were her things. Scattered around the place, she tried to see if she could slither downwards but a stinging pain halted her advances, but still she pushed and pushed before her boots scrapped the ground.
"There. Not so bad." She thought before one of the twins lashed the tip of his tail towards the side of her cheek.
They knew what she was up to and they weren't keen on playing with her either.
But that, is a story for another time.
I've been thinking alot about world building, names, places, characters, villains. Either way it's just a chapter I could post with the little free time I have. I still haven't figured out a name for our marine. That kinda bothers me. At some point, I've literally wanted to call her Mary Sue. As an homage sort of deal. I kinda like the name too. Mary Sue. Has some irony to it too.
Mary Sue it is!
