Author's Notes: Hi, readers. Here's chapter four of "Deadly Intent." Ripley makes her first appearance in this chapter. I am glad to have finally done this. This chapter has depictions of rape. If that makes you uncomfortable, do not read it. Otherwise, you may read it at your own risk. This fic has one or two more chapters before it is done. Stay tuned for chapter five.

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Chapter 4: Not a Good Day At All

Ripley moved slowly through a corridor twenty minutes later. She held her flamethrower steady. Her heart pounded relentlessly against her chest. It seemed about ready to leap out and land on the floor next to her. Her eyes scanned her surroundings carefully. She swallowed hard before letting out a shuddering breath.

She bit her lip. She could never forget the screams she heard through the intercom. She knew Parker and Lambert were in terrible danger. She rushed to get to them. She felt as if she were moving in slow motion. She was horrified when she found his mutilated body and no sign of her. She collapsed to her knees and cried for a little while. She pondered whether or not to start the self-destruct sequence as she believed Lambert was likely dead. She decided to postpone it and go looking for her. She looked for her in many areas. She searched in some twice.

Her thoughts shifted to Lambert. She wondered what Big Chap was doing to her. She had a feeling he was torturing her in various ways. She didn't want to think about what they could be, especially since some forms were worse than others were. She hoped she would find her friend alive and well. She understood Lambert's anger when she refused to let her, Kane, and Dallas back on the ship, but she was following protocol and wasn't about to break it.

She started thinking about Dallas and Brett. She had a hunch they were dead, but she still had hope they might be alive. She recalled how tough they were doing various missions they took together. She wasn't sure how many times they had risked their lives to protect others, but she had a feeling it was a lot. She was aware men were meant to be protectors, but she understood women had to step up to the plate for this sometimes.

Ripley snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a rustling sound. She came to the end of the corridor. She peered around the corner slowly. She looked both ways, but she didn't see anything. She decided to head left. She moved at a steady pace. She heard quiet squeaking. She believed it was a rat, but she wasn't about to take any chances. She spotted a shadow on the wall in front of her. She was aware this came from a hole that led into another corridor.

She stopped in her tracks and aimed her flamethrower. She narrowed her eyes as the shadow got a little bigger. She took slow yet even breaths. She swallowed as her heart skipped a beat. She clenched her teeth, her breathing getting faster. She placed her finger on the trigger. She was determined to put an end to Big Chap once and for all.

Just then, Lyla peeked out from the corridor. She had the appearance of an eight-year-old now. She came out slowly and stopped in the middle of the other one. She blinked three times before clasping her hands together. Ripley lowered her flamethrower. Her face was full of confusion. She moved a little closer to her.

"Shit. How did you get in here, kid?" Ripley asked. She gasped horrifyingly when Lyla moved her tail out to the side and opened her mouth to show her forked tongue. "Oh, crap! You are—"

All of a sudden, Big Chap grabbed Ripley from behind. He took hold of her arms. He squeezed them somewhat tightly. This caused her to lose her grip on her flamethrower. She dropped it, and it landed on the floor with a loud clatter. He wrapped his tail around it and tossed it over his shoulder. It made the same clattering sound as it did before. She whimpered fearfully as he brought his face next to her ear. He wrapped his arms around her.

"I have captured the other female at last," Big Chap growled. "That's my girl, Lyla. You did a good job."

"Thank you, Daddy," Lyla responded. "Mommy will be relieved to know we have her friend."

"Oh, damn. He actually—" Ripley started.

Lyla giggled. "Yep. He did it to her. I look like her too."

"I am sure you are fertile as well," Big Chap said as he unwrapped one arm from around Ripley. He tightened the other one around her. He lifted her white t-shirt. He moved his hand to her abdomen right over her womb. He placed it there and pressed down. She gasped disgustingly at the wet and slimy feeling. He chuckled at what he sensed. "You are definitely fertile. You are just as perfect as your friend for baring offspring for me."

"You won't get away with this," Ripley said in determination.

Big Chap hissed. "Shut up. Lyla, go back to the hive. I will be there soon."

Lyla nodded at her father and raced off into the other corridor. Ripley snarled and swung her leg upward. She nailed him in the groin, making him groan and lose some of his grip on her. She hissed ferociously and repeated her action. This got her out of his grasp. She raced for the flamethrower. She picked it up and spun around. She flared her nostrils.

Ripley swung the flamethrower as Big Chap went toward her. She nailed him in the face, causing him to back away some. She jabbed the butt of it into his head. She made another swing, hitting him in the chest. She kicked him in the stomach. This made him move backward. She aimed it at him, her finger going to the trigger.

"Say goodbye, you bastard!" Ripley shouted in much ferocity. "You are finished!"

Ripley pulled the trigger, a flame coming out of the barrel. Big Chap jumped upward, avoiding it. He landed on the ceiling. He moved forward as she tried to hit him with it. He leapt off, landing on her. He pinned her down with his weight. She lost her grip on the flamethrower. It landed on the floor, a loud clatter coming from it. She tried to reach for it, but he pushed it out of her reach. His lips curled into a snarl.

She looked at him and beat on him with her fists. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them at her sides. She struggled against his grasp, but she couldn't get free. He moved his face close to her ear. He opened his mouth to bring his inner one forward. His tongue moved out and licked at her earlobe. She emitted a fearful whimper. Her body was shaking so much that it seemed it wouldn't stop at all.

"You are a horrible monster," she snarled.

"I am proud to be one," he replied and hissed amusingly. He pulled back to look at her. "I admit I admire you. You put up more of a fight than your friend did. It does not matter. I have you now."

"Fuck you," Ripley said defiantly.

"No," Big Chap said, shaking his head. "Fuck you."

Ripley spit into Big Chap's face. He wasn't even fazed in the least bit. He emitted another amused hiss. He brought his hands to her jacket. He ripped it apart. He did the same to her white t-shirt. He brought his tail to her white tank top. He placed it at the top and cut the top all the way down nearly perfectly. He took it off. He moved the tail to her white pants. He cut them open before tearing them off. He slipped it underneath the waistband on the left side of her white underwear. He cut it while growling softly. He repeated his actions with the right side. Her underwear fell off.

He moved his hands downward. She tried to close her legs, only for him to push them apart with a snarl. He slid a finger inside her. He fondled her wet folds. He was careful not to hurt her. He added a second finger. He teased her clit with them. She tried to hold back a moan, but she couldn't help herself. He pinched it hard. She gasped painfully while squeezing her eyes shut. She swallowed hard.

Big Chap brought his hands to Ripley's breasts. He rolled the nipples in his palms. He gave them hard pinches, making her cry out. He pushed her breasts together and pulled them apart. He repeated his actions three times. He fondled them at a slow pace. He upped his speed. He leaned down and licked from the right breast's underside. He headed to the top of it. He moved over to the top of the left breast. He went to its underside. He nibbled each area.

He moved back, a soft hiss coming from him. He ran his tongue up and down her entrance. He plunged it inside of her. He proceeded to lap her up. He grabbed her knees. He squeezed them in a light manner. He went faster while running his hands up and down her thighs. He placed his hands over her womb. He pressed down in a firm manner.

Ripley gritted her teeth rather tightly. She felt tempted to close her legs, but she knew that would anger Big Chap. She wasn't about to let him torture her over that. He brought his face to her eye level. He traced a line from her forehead to her chest with his fingertip. He made circles around each of her breasts. He grabbed them and fondled them. He pushed them together. He pulled them apart. He pinched the nipples somewhat hard.

He slipped in between her legs. He moved his cock toward her entrance as he took hold of her wrists. It moved around as if it were teasing her. She moaned in disgust. He entered her rather roughly. She gasped in a bit of pain. He stayed still as he wanted to savior being inside her. He began moving in and out of her. He traced her earlobe with his tongue. He moved down to her neck. He licked at it. He nibbled on it very lightly.

He moved down to her collarbone while growling softly. He traced it with his tongue before giving it a long lick. He slid downward to her breasts. He made circles around them and under them. He brought his tongue back inside his inner mouth. He thrusted harder and faster into her. He slid his hands over them. He rolled the nipples against his palms. He nibbled on each of them. He brought his inner mouth back into his main one. He closed it before touching her face with both hands.

Ripley squeezed her eyes shut. She wished her captor would stop his torture of her. She even hoped he would kill her at some point. She had a feeling his species didn't live for real long. She believed they had taken captive many females and impregnated them. She couldn't help but wonder how many children he intended to get out of her and Lambert. She took comfort in the fact that Lambert was alive, though she was likely scared.

"Please, God," Ripley whispered and swallowed hard. She let out a disgusted shudder. "Make this end soon."

Big Chap thrusted harder and faster into Ripley. He grabbed her wrists with a squeak. He felt tempted to squeeze them, but he resisted. He opened his mouth to bring his inner one forward. He leaned toward her ear. He proceeded to nibble on her earlobe. He was gentle at first, but he upped pressure. His tongue came out. He slid it up and down her ear. He did the same from one shoulder to the next.

He pulled back after retreating his inner mouth into his main one and closing it. He touched her forehead with his fingertips. He moved them downward to her womb. He pressed down with both hands in a firm manner. His thrusting grew harder and faster. His lips curled into a snarl. She looked off to the side, her breathing turning into shudders. He grabbed her head and moved it to where she was looking at him.

Big Chap thrusted into Ripley three more times before releasing himself into her. He let out a satisfied growl. He pulled out of her, hissing and snarling. He pushed her legs closed. He touched her face. He started to stroke it in a light manner. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. It lobbed off to the side as she lost consciousness.

"It is time to take you to the hive," Big Chap said and growled amusingly. "You friend will be so happy to see you."

Big Chap wrapped his tail around Ripley. He did it so slowly that it seemed he wasn't even doing that. He picked her up, his hands curling into fists. He dropped to all fours and ran off.