Chapter Four: Pleasuring the Enemy.

Tap, tap, tap...

That, was the sound of droplets falling onto the forehead of the captive marine. Her pale face brightened the nest's stallion sized twins. Now sexually mature, at their peak, and very much willing. They panted grunted hisses across the woman's face as their breaths little did other than to make Charlie laugh, there sitting with her legs crossed in a corner.

"It's happy time." Charlie said. "I think you've healed."

"Get. Them. The. Fuck. OFF." She snarled while sweating desperately, never losing eye contact with the larges xenos who, were mere inches away from her face, drooled.

Charlie was unfazed, never really listening to her pleas other than to turn around and move into a burrow where her alien mistress stood. "They'll eventually tire, eventually that is." Her last words to the desperate marine.

Then, it was a feast.

They lunged at her, bursting apart the resin that covered her, biting and gnawing it off with extreme prejudice. They released Mary from her cocoon like prison and she fell onto the cushioned hive like ground. As Marry tried to move away from them by crawling her trembling body into a near corner until being dragged.

A tail coiled itself around the leg, slowly dragging her into a burrow full of dark oozing tar like liquid. A den of sin.

"No, no, no!" She clawed the ground in despair, further attempting to get away from them before glancing to Charlie. "Make them stop!"

But the girl remained silent, petted by another grinning like creature. The female alien groomed Charlie, at least until she turned away. Never listening, never aiding.

It was the end of the line for Mary.

Marine or not, she was a woman of will and defied her captors until she was at the edge of the pit. Then, several clawed hands emerged from the darkness to grab her. Several of them, unknown, restless, desperate, undead like and thin like branches. Her face was the last bit being covered by them, with one large clawed hand grabbing her down until she fell.

She heard their hissing like laughter, the empty void of gravity as light disappeared and darkness overwhelmed her senses. Was it a large fall? Or the moment of falling stopped time itself? No, it the realization that all hope had been lost that surged through her mind.

The fall.

She fell into what seemed like water. For a few moments she lost sense of up and down. Swimming without aim until, with one large gulp, she found herself desperate and alone at the surface.

Like crows, the splash, made several xenomorphs escape the pit, too scared, too weak and too smart to fight two large behemoth like brothers who Mary had given birth through parasitism. Their gurgled breathing was felt when Mary reached what seemed like a shore ofsorts.

She lay dead, weakened by months of immobilization and wounds to even walk. Turning around, she laid face to face with one of the beasts. Deeply savoring her scent, grinning its bare carnivore teeth while chattering, it licked her belly in a downward like motion.

A clawed hand rested itself on the back of her head, raising it slightly, and scenting her once more, it picked her like a bride and planted her inside a nest. Previously prepared for the trio, the other awaited, grooming its body, eagerly wanting to greet his "mother" as Mary entered her golden cage.

She was touched, caressed, groomed, nudged, massaged and fondled. She stood right in the middle, cornered and pitifully seeking a place to rest. Her space revolved around their lustful bodies and it wasn't until their hands started to suffocate her moist skin that she realized they were exploring.

One hand petted her gently, to lessen her shivering and to ease away the cold and fright. Tails rested onto her waist and slender thighs, clawed legs scrapped her feet and twirling toes, ribs brushed back while a never ending breathing timidly caressed her neck.

From the nape of her neck she was gently bitten, her throat silenced by the other's nibble. Their inner mouths languidly tasted her sweat while her mind reverted to that of a child seeking to protect herself from harm by using her blanket as a shield. Except there was no blanket for cover.

Once again a hand petted her face and hair. By now her rapid breathing subsided. Abated, but not yet defeated, she felt their potency by accident when her hand tried to discern what poked her thigh. She felt a vigorous thrust and a scalding rope of hot liquid painted her belly and breasts. While from behind, the eager beast still rubbed his member between her thighs and crotch.

It was unavoidable. They would continue to do so until Mary had the courage to at least use her hands to fully bully them off. Yet, they made sure each warm rope coming from their sexes splashed her skin as much as possible.

They were branding her, branding her as theirs.

But it wasn't until they penetrated her that the breeding started.

"No, stop, I'm human, no. I'm not one of you" She repeated, trying her best to avoid him before she felt his flared head slid itself easily, before pushing his entire equine like length.

With slow deep thrusts, the creature continued to procreate as his brother silenced her pleas by taking her mouth. She bit and gnawed, seeking to get him off before his muscular sex passed through her lips and made her pleas into silenced muffles.

Hissing, the two brothers continued to project their twisted affection.

Mary could only cry as her own body started to give away to little spasms, twitches and even pulses from within her loins when the brothers reached a halted climax.

A male twitched itself inside, releasing everything he got before grunting sounds no less similar than of a strong masculine man giving off his seed to his woman. The brother was not far off and while he could have forced Mary to feed, he decided to let her choose.

She chose.

Suckling him, even though trembling and afraid, she gulped and savored. Bobbing her head, Mary's carmine lips continued to clench as strings escaped from the mouthful plump lips.

The brothers were far from exhausted, but they didn't want to break their precious mother. And when they finally slithered themselves out of her, Mary coughed and spit whatever remained in her mouth. She was their concubine, their prized spoil of war and they weren't keen on sharing.

Other lesser known xenos could only back off or stare at the entrance of the little nest, seeking to catch a glimpse of the frail human figure before leaving them be.

Mary panted, still trying to adjust herself in this home of darkness before being once again courted by large monsters.

"Cute little thing."

That voice raced through her mind like an echo. But now, sandwiched between the two, Mary found it impossible to focus. There, in the dark.

Then, the breeding resumed…

Meanwhile, just a little above them.

Charlie laid at the tip of the pit, silent and devoid of expression. Still waging a war of attrition with her mistress. She sighed and turned around to meet the young queen, lazily expecting her to return to a nest.

"I win." She happily resumed her talk while the creature grunted and hissed in displeasure. "No screams and cries for you."

The creature coughed, bumping against Charlie ever so slightly before turning and enter a deep burrow. Charlie soon followed.

Once again the two were together and alone in the privacy of the blue lights some fungus emanated. The alien coaxed her to come closer. The girl did so, resting her head onto its chest while it playfully brushed her long black hair.

She was tired, both were. Either due to laziness or by the inflicted cries of mother attempting to guide the hive against any foreign threats. Isolated, no one got in or out and they were in the bowels of it so to speak. Charlie wondered if the planet was passing through its winter phase, with temperatures dropping below minus 112 Fahrenheit at the surface.

It made her shiver and cuddle, the enough to make the female alien respond the same way as her. There was plenty of food, a warm environment and above all a new guest in the manor as Charlie liked to call it. Mary would be alright. Charlie thought to herself.

However Charlie was blissfully unaware of the sudden intrusion by mercenaries seeking royal jelly to sell. Hired by the company and fighting alongside marines, they've been caught off guard by the sudden blizzard and now, only a handful of survivors remained to tell the tale.

Unable to go up or down, they remained in the first levels of the abandoned experimental facility.

"They've gone quiet." One of the military androids, Becca, muttered.

"Rico, gets us out of here." Marco said. "I can't get signal and with these temperatures, even the droid would get fucked." He answered.

"So we're stuck, is that it?!" One of the mercs was not pleased by this, at all.

"We are alive and that's what matters." The highest rank, a corporal, said. "What we need, is to build a line of defense and make sure we can call the elevator from above, downwards."

"That's a terrible idea, the elevator itself will make a ton of noise and will piss them off even further." The rookie, Johnny, warned.

"Got a better idea?" Maverick, the corporal of the team asked.

There was a tensed pause.

"We can bypass the elevator if we move to the cargo bay." Said the android, by schematics and former footage, there's at least a couple of rovers there."

"Alright, we can work with this, send a rover to the surface, call the ship to send us an air-carrier and get us the fuck out."

"Without the jelly?!" One of the mercenaries asked.

"Yeah, without the fucken jelly." Maverick said.

While the group argued about the results and priorities, none realized how close they were to being watched by a rogue xenomorph. One different from the hive.

But that, is story for another time.


Finally published another chapter. Got the time too so. Little by little. Lets see if I still have time to publish more, since I'm job hunting again.