Pandora's Box

It might have gratified Liz to know that her dark little hope had come true.

The group of colonists she had been abducted from had indeed been written off as an unusually vicious animal attack, a thing not uncommon on an as-yet untamed world. After some deliberation and sending off for extra weaponry, a second group was sent out; the mineral-rich mountains were high in the list of places to cultivate and plunder, and the organisation sponsoring the colonisation trusted in extra numbers.

The aliens had been more cautious around this larger group, picking off one or two stragglers to eat in private at first, then raiding at night to drag away victims outside the safe perimeter. The colonists set up a guard, but few got off more than a shot or two before they were killed as well.

Eventually they decamped and fled out of the pack’s territory, but even outside it they remained terrified and sent back transmission pleading for more soldiers and better weapons. The governor answered their pleas, and made a mental note to call for more backup as soon as the army had men to spare. The loss of people and equipment was starting to become expensive.


Liz had lost count of the number of days that had passed since her abduction; a little less or a little more than a month, she was sure. The steady diet of raw fungus and bone marrow was starting to take its toll; she had grown thinner, her ribs protruding, her dirty hair lank and greasy. Her skin had paled from its natural tan to a sickly colour from lack of exposure to the sun, and she could no longer bear bright light.

In contrast, her captor was even larger and healthier, the undisputed leader of the little pack she now lived with. Alone among them it had grown a crest, making it appear even more intimidating than before. The first signs of it forming had increased its sexual appetite almost unbearably; Liz had been raped constantly, its cock almost never stilling or withdrawing from her. Thankfully this seemed to have trailed off, and she was left alone for short periods now, only raped nine or ten times per night.

This time was one of those times, the alien rutting and squealing as its brothers looked on. They never came near her, but no longer seemed sullen; they had completely accepted their eldest brother’s dominance, and acted accordingly. It almost never left the cave now, preferring to either lay coiled around her or fucking her as they hunted and brought it food.

She felt the freeze-burn of its seed gushing forth, but knew better than to expect it to pull out. Her stomach ached as its throbbing cock probed inside her, the alien letting the flow of semen stop before hissing and continuing its rutting. It always ached now, but since everything else did she gave it no thought. At least the bleeding had nearly stopped, only a few trickles each night.

At last it emptied itself inside her, and withdrew to finish the scraps left from its main meal. Liz stared dully after it, head lolling, white-blue fluid mixed with traces of red leaking from between her legs. It swallowed the last of the meat and angled its head towards her, letting off a rattling hiss almost like laughter. She hadn’t the energy to flinch as it moved to her again, genital slit peeling apart as it mounted her and rammed its swollen organ inside her for a second time.

She let it split her open, uncaring at the burn of its thrusts or its harsh squeals as it stabbed into her unmercifully. It had become familiar, the pain and humiliation. When she still had the wit to think about she worried at the numbness she felt, the acceptance. But worry demanded energy and caring, neither of which she could summon much of now.

Cold-hot seed spurted again, and the cock paused before it resumed battering her womb.


The army had finally been called in, much to the liking of the governor. Unfortunately, much to his dislike, it seemed apathetic about the attacks on his people; wild animal savaging, they said, were not part of their jurisdiction. They would provide extra guards and heavy equipment, but refused to go on a futile search in the woods for creatures that no-one could even name, much less describe. The governor chewed his moustache in frustration but was eventually forced to let it lie.

The colonists, like Liz, endured.


Something had changed. The alien’s sexual aggression was almost gone now, the rapes grown more irregular though no less painful; she was only taken three or four times a night now. Her stomach and womb still ached, and at first Liz had been afraid that something had torn inside. But there had been no more blood, and the pain grew no worse.

Other features of the alien’s behaviour had changed as well; it would often bring her meat from its offerings now after it fucked her, crooning as it watched her choke the pieces down. When it curled around her to sleep it would lick the skin of her breasts and stomach tenderly, and its attitude towards her had become gentle, almost doting. She forced herself not to think what this might mean, and repressed any feelings of gratitude or relief she felt in response to its care. It was still a monster, who had abducted her and raped her repeatedly, and she hated it.

So she told herself, but as it slept beside her, protecting her, she couldn’t help but edge closer to the meagre warmth it provided against the cooling nights and be grateful.


Soon after this the aliens stayed inside one night, not going out to hunt. As the eldest had mounted her, crooning softly while its swollen cock thrust inside her, the other two had started smearing the walls with a sticky resinous substance, mixing it with dirt and chewed leaves as they closed the cave mouth to a small hole.

Soon the inside of the cave resembled the interior of an amber jewel, golden light filtering through the semi-transparent entrance. The eldest nuzzled her stomach, licking the skin there affectionately, then went over to its brothers and started to make an adjustment to the back of the cave, near the pool. Liz watched as they teased the sticky strands into a half-egg shape, almost like part of a cocoon or a grotto.

When it was finished the eldest herded her into it, curling around her as she sank into the slightly feathery warmth with something approaching bliss. She hadn’t even minded so much when it crawled over her and entered her again, pressing her into the soft floor with deep and lingering strokes. The lack of hatred surprised and frightened her, and she tried to recapture it as the alien fucked her slowly, but when it finally spurted out its seed she was crying tears of anguish, not pain.


The turning point came when a young lieutenant was scouting around the first kill area in the early morning sun. The bodies had long since been removed, but something in the grass caught his eye and he knelt, pushing the rotting needles apart with his fingers to uncover a small, but wickedly sharp, tooth.