Pandora's Box

When Liz woke over a week later she had no illusions about where she was, or the identity of the scaly body coiled around her. The alien had fucked her into semi-consciousness that first night, letting her crawl away afterwards to feed and water herself before herding her into the softest part of the cave to sleep. When she had woken it had been to its croons, and a slimy tongue slithering over her bare skin, tasting her.

The trio had gone to hunt, like the night before, and this time she had not hesitated at all before making a break for it. She had gotten almost to the base of the mountain before the pack had found her. The biggest one, her captor, had been enraged; it had slashed at her with its tail, just short of gutting her, leaving a thin red line in its wake. Then it had knocked her down and mounted her again, squealing furiously all the while, and proceeded to punish her for her escape attempt.

Of all the times it had raped her that had been the worst; its cock had beaten her from the inside while its powerful thrusts slammed her into the ground and bruised her outwardly. She didn’t know how long it had lasted, as the alien had taken her over and over, and she couldn’t remember how she had returned to the cave, only that she had woken to behold its stone ceiling and the hear the dripping walls before the alien reappeared and started rutting again. It had still been pounding into her when Liz lost consciousness for the second, and longest time.

She hadn’t tried to leave again after that.


This morning was normal, in the abnormality that had become routine for her. The aliens woke soon after dusk, chittering and hooting to each other as she tried to make herself as small and unnoticeable as possible. The pack usually left immediately, without the eldest fucking her first, but it never hurt to be careful.

Liz breathed easier when they left, bounding out to hunt, leaving her. These were always the best times, when she was alone for a few hours and didn’t have to be afraid. She went to the back of the cave and knelt by the pool, drinking deep. She was filthy, skin ingrained with dirt and unnameable fluids as well as the odd, papery smell of the aliens, but she only washed lightly, with little dabs. A few days after she had first been brought here she had been compelled to bathe in full, scrubbing herself clean with handfuls of moss, wiping the dirt and semen and blood from her with real pleasure.

When the pack had returned the eldest had forced her down and raped her violently, before leaving to groom itself with its brothers. She had gone to the water again to cleanse herself, but it had followed her and raped her again as soon as she was done, pinning her down against the lip of the pool and squealing as it fucked her. After it had repeated this two more times she had given up. Whether it was staking its claim, or whether the smell of clean human flesh aroused it, it didn’t matter. The price was too high to pay just to be clean.

She gathered fungus from the walls and washed it well, then took it to where an old kill had been devoured. The aliens ate the main part of their prey where they felled it, but sometimes brought back titbits to consume later. The rich marrow was a welcome change to her diet of fungus and cave mushrooms. None of it tasted very pleasant, but Liz forced herself to eat. She was determined to survive this, and so she needed food, no matter how disgusting.

Liz hoped, despite the hope disgusting her, that the aliens might attack another group of settlers; hers had probably been written off as a freak dangerous animal attack, but a second slaughtering would force the planet’s governor to take action. A squad of experienced trackers and soldiers were her only hope of escaping her ordeal alive. She passed the time by drawing on the cave walls with her finger, using crushed fungi and water as her ink, or making little sculptures with the loose stones on the floor. She would have liked to go outside again, but didn’t dare; irrational as it was she thought the alien might find out, and punish her again.

The pack soon returned; they were never long and never failed to catch anything. The other two started grooming themselves again, while the eldest stalked over to her. Liz hurriedly lay down and spread her legs as widely as she could, hating herself for behaving like a whore but knowing it would lessen the pain.

The alien was calmer this night, perhaps well-fed, and lingered in forcing itself inside her. Liz gasped, unable to stop herself; its cock was just as monstrous and intimidating as the rest of it, and it burned going in. As it drove itself in fully she bit her lip and closed her eyes; she had found out the any noise on her part only encouraged the alien to greater effort. It was best if she kept quiet.

It began moving in long, deep thrusts, slow but powerful, and she forced herself to relax as it slammed into her. If she was lucky it would only rape her two, maybe three more times; if she struggled or tensed up it might fuck her into unconsciousness again. Its head dropped as it rutted, the jaw settling down by her right ear.
Suddenly a stab of pleasure made her arch upwards, moaning. Liz was barely able to understand what had just happened when the alien thrust in again, grinding against her vaginal wall and making her clench around its cock. It hissed with pleasure, repeating the action, and soon she was writhing and moaning helplessly, thrashing and bucking as it pumped into her. She orgasmed at last with a cry of despair.

The action drove the creature into a frenzied rush, it thrusts increasing in speed and number until her bones were rattling from it, but she didn’t care. She sobbed silently as it plowed into her, driving itself to completion, tears running down her face as the freezing burn of seed filled her womb.

The alien fucked her twice more, then dragged her over to the others for sleep. Liz let herself be nudged and pushed against it, not feeling the tail that wrapped around her or the chill dryness of its chitinous hide touching her bare skin. She waited until she was sure it was asleep, before letting the tears flow afresh.

Liz had held on the hope of rescue as a drowning woman might have held on to a lifebelt, and still did. She had dreaded the questions that would surely arise from the nature of her ordeal, but now she feared them as much as she feared the aliens themselves, because now when the inevitable inquiry arose as to whether she had enjoyed it, she would be forced to answer yes.