Pandora's Box

It was dusk when it happened, the purple twilight deepening to gray outside the cave. The other two had left to hunt as usual, but the eldest seemed more agitated than normal, prowling restlessly before trying to ease itself with her body. It had become gentler in its rutting lately, but this time was almost as brutal and violent as the first; it was the first indication Liz had that trouble was coming.

After it had spilt its seed it seemed a little calmer, although its bladed tail still twitched like that of a cat as it crouched over her, crooning and licking before going to pace near the entrance. Liz rested her hands on her belly, which had started to bulge lately in what she sincerely but futilely hoped was bloating. The rise was barely noticeable, but it was there. She had enough time to pray that it would pass before the alien turned back to her, organ already distended and engorged, and mounted her with a sharp squeal. Its thrusts were hard enough to jerk her body in time with them, and soon all she could think of was enduring.

A rattle of gunfire startled them both, then an explosion rocked the cave. The alien wrenched itself out from her as its brother bounded inside, screeching in alarm and anger, the white-splotched one missing a back spine. It roared with fury, cock still swollen and dripping from its interrupted rut, and turned to face the entrance. Liz heard shouted orders, and felt hope seize her, painful as alien claws.

The biggest one seized her, dragging her towards the back of the cave as the other two stood guard in the shadows. It pulled her up and over the rubble, digging its way through the scree and managing to excavate a small hole before disappearing into it, yanking Liz behind it.


The first soldier that entered the cave that day was also the first to die in the raid.
As he stepped over the threshold the smallest alien lunged, sweeping down with its bladed tail and ripping him open from chin to groin. His teammate, splattered with the gore of his comrade, had time enough to scream and fire a round at the ceiling before jaws closed around his throat and tore it open with a sharp jerk.

A bullet clipped its shoulder, making it screech, the soldier who fired it managing to remove a shoulder plate before he too was gutted. The alien squealed defiantly as its larger brother leapt into a group of five, shredding soft flesh and rending bone. A pulse rifle fired, the sound deafening in the enclosed space, but neither alien fell; it had missed. Both sprang on the owner of the new weapon; he screamed as his firing arm was hacked away by a bladed tail, the cries become muffled as they bore him to the ground and tore him apart.


Once alone the alien had turned its attention back to her, and the completion of its rutting. It bore her to the ground and rammed itself back inside her brutally, as though it knew it might not get another change to fuck her and wanted to enjoy her to the full. It threw back its elongated head back and hissed at the cave roof as it entered, burying its dripping organ fully and pumping in and out with all its strength. Liz didn’t have the breath left to scream, its cock hammering her into the ground each time it impaled her, her body rocked as it raped her with mindless abandon.

She cried then as she hadn’t cried for a long time, the misery and shame of her situation hitting her afresh, highlighted by the screams of the dying soldiers outside and the squeals of their attackers. Her freedom was so close, yet so far, and people were dying for it. Dying as an alien creature tore into her in another sort of way, violating her body with its own, claiming and using her. Tears ran down her face, licked up by the alien with apparent relish as it continued to fuck her hard and fast, her naked ass scraping across the grit with each thrust.


A boom even louder than the first shook the cave. The smallest alien exploded in a shower of stinging fluid, its brother screeching and leaping off the body they had been feasting on. It sprang towards the source with a howl, a second shot from the plasma weapon scorching the ceiling as it fell on the shooter, bladed tail splitting his skull in two.

A hail of bullets hit it, making it stagger, and one final shot burst what was left of its chest.


Liz heard the thunder of the heavy weapons and the silence that followed, broken by gurgling whimpers and nervous mutters. The alien hadn’t even broken stride as its brothers died, although it hissed with terrifying venom with each shot. She felt a surge of searing wetness inside her but it didn’t stop or slow; if anything it increased its pace, semen gushing with every stab of its pounding cock. Her vagina burnt now, flaring in agony where its organ scraped fresh wounds, blood and stinging seed leaking down her ass and thighs. She sobbed helplessly and without air, praying that the soldiers would find them soon.

A terrifying thought occurred to her. The soldiers might not know there were three instead of two. The hole might go unnoticed, the job considered done. Then the alien would simply move, herding her alone with it, and wait for the swelling in her belly to bring forth new companions. The thought that she might spend her life as a warm body to fuck and an incubator for the young of her rapist was so horrific that Liz abandoned all caution and screamed for help with all the breath she could muster, the words stuttered by the savage thrusts shaking her body.

The alien snarled, driving the full length of its cock into her with all its strength, the last of its seed flooding out and filling her womb as she squealed in pain. It pulled out sharply and spun to face the hole, howling in defiance as it charged.


It exploded among them like a storm, killing three before they even knew it was there. One swipe of its tail had gutted four more before they could bring their guns to bear on, but shooting at it was like shooting at a ravenous cloud; it flowed and clawed its way around the bullets, shredding throats and faces as it went. Blood hung in the air like mist.

The eldest revelled in the slaughter. This prey was as easy to knock aside as dead leaves, but their flesh was sweeter, much sweeter. He would kill them all, then take his little queen-creature deeper into the cave system and rebuild the nest there, ready for his new hive. Another soldier fell, cut almost in half by his tail, warm guts spilling out onto the cold ground.

A volley of shots sounded, and the alien hissed as a new score was added to the side of its head. The hurt was brief but intense, and it charged towards those that had fired, screeching angrily. The disciplined men didn’t falter in their rate of fire, and it staggered under the hits before it reached them and split two open. The rest kept up the chatter of fire, and it staggered again, a dozen wounds appearing and leaking ichor. Another man fell under its talons before his partner managed to focus a shot on its carapaced head.

The alien reared up, the exoskeleton shattered. Mad and infuriated by the pain, it lashed out blindly, feeling soft flesh give way under its claws and tail. But more shots were finding their mark on the thrashing creature, and eventually it fell, still flailing and screeching angrily, until a clip full of bullets turned its mouth and most its remaining head to mush.


After the alien had left Liz had curled on her side and cried silently as she heard it butcher its way through the innocent men outside. She no longer truly believed she was about to be rescued; it would kill them all, then return and continue to rape her until she dead of injury or exhaustion – after producing enough of its spawn to start a new hive. She heard the final roars of it, before the guns finally fell silent, and braced herself to see it reappear and mount her again, or drag her away into the mountain’s roots.

Instead she heard voices, real human voices, and didn’t dare believe what they meant. Then the survival instinct that had forced her live through her ordeal shouted in her head again. She had to let the soldiers know she was there, or they might simply leave her in the dark to starve or freeze.

Liz bullied herself upright, swaying as pain tore through her womb and between her legs, then staggered over to the mound of rubble and forced herself to climb. The stones stung her bare feet, slicing open soft skin, but she pushed herself on. She was almost there, almost there...


It was legend in Pandora’s garrison afterwards, though none would admit to starting the rumour. The aliens killed, they had set about tending to the wounded and dying, posting sentries to look for more creatures. One of those had spotted the movement above the cave-in’s rubble, and shouted. His friends had climbed up, grasping the small, pale hand encrusted with dirt that was grasping frantically at empty air.

When they had pulled her out of the darkness they had stood in silence. What had once been a pretty, vivacious young woman was now a gaunt creature with matted hair and scarred skin. It was naked and filthy, bare buttocks caked with a mud of unnameable substances, a sluggish trail of pink-tinged fluid leaking from between its legs and inside its thighs, over old stains. It shivered and grunted when it saw them, apparently able to speak.
One of its rescuers had eventually handed over his coat, covering it and provoking a flood of grateful tears, but none forgot what they had seen, even though most would never speak of it to anyone again.