Chapter 3
Her mind suddenly focused her on the reality that she had been sleeping. ‘How long was I out,’ she thought? She immediately looked over at the Propofol, and it was empty. “Oh shit,” she said aloud! It was slippery, but she pulled herself off the floor. There was a small puddle of perspiration that outlined her body on the ground. Her skin of her thighs and cheeks slid across each other, as she hurried over to the pods. Just then the lid on one of the pods began to open. Ripley frantically pulled the parental, oxygen and CO2 lines, hoping that would starve the pods, but then another slowly opened. She looked around for a weapon, but she didn’t have anything. She had left her gun in the clean room. She darted her eyes across the room until they landed on the greenish-yellow syringe that held Bishop’s antidote. She hastily grabbed the syringe and plunged it into her thigh. She could feel the burning fluid coursing into the muscle and distributing around her body.
She looked over and saw the arachnid legs of the face-hugging xenomorph climbing from the pod. Ripley immediately ran to the corner of the room in time to hear the glass break, the amniotic fluid gushing from the tank and a thud, as the creature hit the ground on the backside of the island table. Her heart was beating out of her chest, as her eyes darted around the dimly, lit room. She could hear it struggling for a footing in the slippery amniotic fluid, but then there was silence. It was painfully quiet, as her heartbeat was the loudest sound in the room filling her with dread. Suddenly the sprawling arms of the arachnid flew across the room in her direction. She tried to divert to the side, but her damp foot slipped on her perspiration, and she came down hard. Ripley was stunned for a moment, but her senses sharpened when she felt the warm legs of the creature scrambling up her body. It lunged for her head, gripping the back of her neck, but she had her hand pushing back on one of the legs and gripping the tail, yet it was too slippery and strong; she could feel her grip failing. “No, no,” she shouted! But it was not enough. This was a losing battle, and she looked in horror, as the arachnid xenomorph closed around her head. She freaked out when the tail broke loose of her grip and wrapped around her neck. Her slippery body tossed about on the floor, trying to get away some how, as she clenched her jaw, but when the tail tightened, she instinctively gasped for air, and that was her undoing.
She felt a long appendage from the arachnid slide down her throat, as the legs gripped tightly to the back of her head. She could taste the sour secretions from the rod attempting to sedate and paralyze her, but at best, it just kept her from gagging; the antidote was working, but in that moment, she almost wished she was unconscious. She was freaking out and flailing about, but it was only after a few seconds that she realized she could still breathe. She didn’t know how, but that calmed her, but she realized she had to work quickly before it seeded her. Ripley had a strength that welled up from inside, her courage strengthened, as she had a strong will to live. She began hitting the creature with everything she had, but it didn’t budge. She pulled at the tail and fingers, but they only tightened their death grip. She could feel the creature thrusting the appendage down her throat, yet she had a sense that it was instinctively confused that she was still conscious.
She realized she could get some of the broken glass on the floor and cut the creature off of her, so she quickly got on her hands and knees and crawled across the lab. She was blinded by the creature over her face, and she had trouble focusing, while the arachnid slowly thrusted its appendage deep down her throat, but she was undeterred. She crawled until she felt her hand touch the warm, slippery, amniotic fluid. She realized the glass would be close, so she scanned the floor blindly, but little did she know that the fluid had spread far from the shards. In fact, it was beginning to reach her knees, and then down her shins.
Suddenly she heard the sound of glass breaking, which startled her, making her jolt, which caused her immediately to fall, face first, to the slippery floor on her chest. She was stunned, but flailed to her back. She could feel the whole front of her coated in the slippy fluid running down her body, as she sat in a puddle of it. She was entirely coated. Ripley quickly worked herself back to her hands and knees, keeping her knees spread and her fingers wide, struggling to steady herself beneath the slick fluid, when all of sudden she felt something land on her lower back. Before she had a chance to react, she felt the second xenomorph arachnid wrap its tail tightly around the small of her waist and extend its digits over the curve of her ass and grip it tight, spreading it in the process. She instinctively pushed back, as if that had any chance of bucking it off, but that only opened her hips more, giving it better access, and then she felt error of her decision; she felt the warm appendage of the creature stab her sphincter. Ripley instinctively collapsed, but that didn’t stop the appendage from jutting back and forth between her slippery cheeks. It was aggressively working itself back and forth, and there was nothing she could do. The amniotic fluid was coating everything like she had taken a bath in Astroglide. The appendage easily working between her round cheeks to the depths of her sphincter. Only the thin material of panties was blocking the entrance, but the appendage was locking onto the heat it could feel with its sensitive tip, and when it found the ring of puckered tissue, it pressed forward and pushed its way through her anus.
Ripley wanted to scream, as a wave of clenching pain jolted through her body, but the xenomorph that was thrusting its appendage down her throat silenced any cry or whimper. She could only grunt her disdain at the violation. The secretions from the arachnid meant to sedate and paralyze were only affective enough to ease the way, as the appendage thrusted deep into her insides. They worked quickly to relax the clench of her sphincter, but she couldn’t help but try to squirm free; it was no use. She rolled around and pulled at the digits, but the creature just gripped her ass tighter. She could feel it extending deep into her insides where it began thrusting like the one down her throat.
She couldn’t believe her fate. She worked herself back to her hands and knees and focused on finding glass, but she could barely move. It was one thing to have the xenomorph locked to her mouth, but the one locked to her ass was something else. She never took it from the back door, ever, so she was overwhelmed by the sensation. It felt like her loins were being stretched and stabbed, but it was painfully intoxicating. She was locked somewhere between pain and pleasure that her body couldn’t figure out, but it was confusing her senses. She knew she didn’t have long to act, but her thoughts were a haze. She was feeling mildly euphoric. She didn’t know if the two xenomorphs were overwhelming the antidote, or maybe her body was just overwhelmed. She just stayed there for a moment on her hands and knees with her tits swaying back and forth in the air, as she was getting fucked up the ass by the xenomorph and was swallowing another. ‘What a fucking degrading way to go,’ she thought.
Then it dawned on her that even if she got the glass, cutting into the xenomorphs would spill their acidic blood and probably kill her in the process. She realized there was no way out. She would have to ride this out and hope Bishop could extract the pupils in her body after the arachnids fell off and died. Then she felt it; the appendage thrusting down her throat began to spasm, and she felt it bucking and rippling waves of contractions unload streams of its seed down into her stomach. She could taste the rich fluid, as some worked up to her tongue. It was dense with fat and sugar, an overwhelming richness like a double chocolate desert. She was so exhausted and thirsty that her body betrayed her. She should have been filled with dread, but she was savoring the release from her thirst and enjoying the warm, sweet pleasure of the fluid on her tongue.
Just then she heard the third container break, and she knew she was screwed. She tried to crawl across the room, as if it would make a difference, but she had the creatures appendage still thrusting in her ass, and gripping her ass and hips. There wasn’t much she could do.
Suddenly she felt the third one hit her upper back and scramble over her body. Ripley freaked out at the unknown, but that only made her crash to the floor and curl into a fetal position. She could feel the xenomorph frantically scrambling all over her body, trying to find an entrance, but it couldn’t. Ripley was overwhelmed by the furious attack; she just wanted it to be over. She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t see. She couldn’t fight it. It wasn’t going to stop until it got what it wanted. Her will was broken at this point. She just wanted it to be over. As it continued flailing over her flesh, her body betrayed her once more, and she slowly uncurled herself onto her back and spread her legs. She pulled her panties to the side, and exposed her tender, pink vulva to the beast.
In a flash, the xenomorph found the heat source and locked onto Ripleys pelvis, starling her and causing her to release her panties. The second tail wrapped around her waist, taking the wind out of her, and the arachnid’s fingers clenched at her thighs. She could feel its appendage stabbing at her pussy through her panties and sliding over her slippery flesh. It kept prodding her clit, causing her knees to buckle in, which was throwing it off its mark. If she hadn’t been so sensitive from her wet dream and the appendage sliding across the folds of her anus then she probably wouldn’t have been so engorged and sensitive, but she was, and it was too much. It kept thrusting against her clit, and she uncontrollably bucked about. Her back arched, as her hips squirmed. It was overwhelming her. She quickly grabbed at her panties and yanked them to the side, spreading her legs, so the xenomorph would stop the assault. It thrusted against her wet vulva and slipped up into her clit before thrusting again down to the opening over her vagina before thrusting one final time and flooding her pussy with its uncoiling appendage.
When Ripley felt the rod penetrate her loins, she arched her back and let out a deep, muffled moan. Only a few seconds into the arachnid’s thrusts, she could feel the one buried in her ass begin to spasm. Undulating contractions worked like rippling beads moving down the appendage and unloaded its seed deep in her ass. The xenomorph’s grip on her ass tightened, as it continued to thrust its appendage between her cheeks. While the final xenomorph was thrusting in her pussy and quickly working Ripley nearer to her orgasm, the flaccid rod from the xenomorph still buried down her throat was beginning to weaken its grip. A few seconds later, Ripley could rip feel the life leave the creature, and she slowly pealed it off her head and pulled its appendage out of her mouth. Fourteen or more inches of the creature’s rod came out, and Ripley gasped in the air, filling her lungs deeply. She still had the sweet, rich flavor of the xenomorph on her lips, and she found herself licking it up with thirst, or was it lust?
She was nearing her orgasm, and so she wasn’t thinking correctly. She wanted to cum hard; it had been so long, and her whits were utterly betrayed by her desire. She arched her neck and back, as the two appendages plunged back and forth in her pelves, stretching her holes. She lifted her top and tugged on her erect nipples, moaning loud in the process. Then she felt her body release her orgasm, and she began to buck hard, while moaning loud, so loud, she figured every Sector of the outpost would have been able to hear her, but she had no control in that moment. Waves of pleasure past over her that she crawled at the ground, as if to escape it. Her toes curled and her fists clenched, slamming against the ground, as she continued to cum hard, but the two xenomorphs kept thrusting.
The final one began to unload, and then she felt the bucking appendage deliver pulsating streams of its seed deep into her hot core. The rippling peristalsis of the appendage sent her vagina into another gripping orgasm, clenching down on the alien’s rod in rhythmic contractions. “Ohhh, ohhhh, no more, no more,” she begged, as she was overwhelmed, tossing about, thrashing her breasts in the air from the wake of her orgasm. The xenomorph in her ass was no longer thrusting, but the other one was still going to town, and the rod in her ass was still causing her sphincter to ripple with convulsions, as it as stretch over the slippery appendage.
As her orgasm began to subside, she felt a moment of clarity. It was only for a second because she was feeling another orgasm coming on, but she had enough composure to open her eyes. She had this feeling like she was being watched, and sure enough, she looked up to see Bishop standing in the looking-glass of the clean room. He was staring right at Ripley and grinning like he was jerking off on the other side. Ripley’s face grimaced with anger. “Fuck you Bishop, you fucking piece of shit machine,” she shouted! Then she felt herself being pulled into another gripping orgasm. She clenched her face, as her body winced in painful pleasure from the euphoric and penetrating waves of her orgasm, as the xenomorph worked on its final thrusts.
Bishop looked on coldly. He said with a flat affect, “No, mum. Fuck you.”
The End