Title: The Muse.

Summary: She finds herself within the hive, naked and afraid. Turned into a mere plaything by a sadistic xenomorph female, Charlie finds solace in being her pet. But the devious gaze of the males can no longer be sated by just scent and sight. Nor does her mistress see any wrong in sharing Charlie, with them.

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Chapter One: A long time ago, there lived a maiden.

The hive, a large sustained construction capable of purifying air, absorb waste and transform inorganic matter into a resin like cocoon similar to flesh and bones. Its humidity and warmth increase, as one ventures into its innermost sanctum. The burrows. They sleep into the very walls, ceilings and ground, hidden within the maze of tunnels made from all shapes, sizes and resin like coating. And within them, lay corpses of victims, transformed into living marble statues that were slowly dissolved into the paste-like matter of the hive. The ground was littered with corpses of arachnid like huggers and skins of former molts too.

It wasn't a particular large hive, but it was big enough to to remind mankind of this type of species. Not very studied, not very known and above all, highly intelligent and aggressive to humanity.

In a sense, they were the new dominant species of the galaxy, using every resource to terraform, adapt and travel to other systems, in an attempt to dominate what was once ours.

Some said they were made, others mention them as world eaters existing solely to bring balance to a chaotic universe. Regardless of their origin, there was a connection, to humanity at least.

They weren't known to take prisoners either and that, was what most people thought.

Deep within the bowels of the hive, hidden within a secretive burrow and curled into a fetal position lay a woman. She was in her mid twenties, barely breathing and with long wet hair that was black as the night. And beside her, lay a large perverse like creature of unknown proportions that fidgeted its tail back and forth out of sheer boredom, amusement or malice. Its head shaped like a phallic instrument, its skin dark as leather and latex melted together and tainted by a large amount of sweat thick like substance that covered its body from head to tail. It was flexible, flexible to burrow inside openings like an octopus and flexible and slender like a cheetah when it came to speed and strength. Its deadlier contraption lay hidden inside the mouth, a piston like tongue with teeth at the tip, to puncture and savor either flesh or the fear of its victim.

What was it doing? What did it want? It was clear by the waist and epidermis that this particular xenomorph had acquired through molt, the slender shape and attributes of a female human, either by sheer will or by evolution. It wasn't the only one of its kind, considering how old the hive was, the sterile and all female drones had become accustomed with this genetic attributes. Perhaps as a last state protection that their bodies already possessed by having an external rib-cage and other bone like armor. Nevertheless, the creature's slender arms lay coiled around the human, like a child holding its favorite doll. Its maw laid opened and its piston like tongue remained outside the mouth, hanging like a tongue, before it scrapped the skin of the woman, nudging her to wake up.

The girl, still asleep, curled itself further onto the creature, seeking the moist touch and warmth of its mistress before partially opening its eyes.

There lay the face of a woman whose will had been broken. She had heard it in her dreams, a voice. The same voice like whisper that always made her wake up afraid and defeated.

She felt a claw like finger caress her lips and chin before it rested onto her waist. Signs of cuts and bruises were visible throughout her body, some healed a long time ago, others made by recent events. It was clear that the girl was exhausted and with good reason. Outside her burrow lay three heavily tired warriors, whose thirst to breed had been recently quenched, but not by a queen or a drone, no. Their reproductive anguish was unleashed onto the frail girl, for hours. Much to the voyeuristic pleasure of the female xenomorph now holding her inside. Its petting hands signaled how pleased she was with the girl and now, both rested their sores with an intimate slumber.

There's no reasoning with a xenomorph, no way of taming it like a dog or a cat and it can and will, if given the chance, overpower and kill you, regardless of giving it treats such as food. However, there is one technical interest it does have and will, very happily accept, submission and deviancy. The act of defilement is an act common among xenos. There's no concept of rape, not in the sense of punishment. The female drone is coerced into orgasm, regardless of her consent. Thus, the intent is to force pleasure as a way to establish dominance. The greater the pleasure, the higher and more excited the xenomorph warrior performing the act becomes. The point is to destroy and demoralize the victim by eroding its morals and forcibly enjoy the vile act. The more they put up a fight, the more interested, the xeno becomes.

Charlie came to know this the hard way. There was no point in fighting them, not anymore. She was too tired to even refuse the caresses of the female alpha.

"Please, let me sleep." Charlie whispered, trying to rest before being held tighter. The alien's elongated head slowly descended into a crevice, but not until giving off an intense need to scent the girl's wet hair. It liked what it smelled. Obedience and submission, were the key components of its satisfaction. And its teeth then clamped down her shoulder, seeking to savor the after sex sweat before making a somewhat purring noise. The dark form twisted itself into becoming more active. Now with its inner maw inside its mouth, the creature slowly twisted itself onto a lower part of the resin like maze of tunnels while dragging Charlie along.

It only ended when the two of them slithered onto a pit filled slime. The copious amount of drool and saliva inside that place was more than enough to stir some native drones, all packed in a tight dark place with no visible exit or light.

Charlie, still held like a doll by the giant figure, felt its clawed hand pull her by the hair. Its lips just inches away from her own before it forcibly parted her mouth and slowly shoved its tentacle muscled inner maw inside her throat.

It was seeking residue. Residue from the former males. Above all, it was trying to recreate the fellatio Charlie did to the virile warriors before stopping and gurgling the taste. It made Charlie panic a little, the enough to make her jolt away from her captor before being quickly dragged back to its embrace and hissing fits.

Now trembling, with mucus up to her collar bone, she felt the creature's breath upon her face while sensing others around. They came to acknowledge them, but whatever deeds the young xenomorph queen to be sought from Charlie, they would not stop her.

Charlie laid there, warmed by the viscous liquid while entangled by the creature's arms and barbed tail. She instinctively lowered her head onto the exposed chest of the alien and closed her eyes, seeking to sleep away the shameful things she had done prior.

Her alien mistress did not see any wrong in this. For now, Charlie would rest.

She laid there, sitting. She would not run, would not fight and would not scream. It amused her mistress, mostly because the males were unaware of what to do. The female xenomorph continued to either hiss or purr, its sheer muscular body resting beside the woman before its tail lashed at a male. It was her way of saying no, not yet, to them.

The woman continued to caress the crest like dome of the young xeno, seeking to please it in an attempt to avoid the males. But there was no denying the warriors. They were curious little things. Either touching Charlie's bare feet or legs, attempting to nudge her out of there, the males continued to hiss their displeasure for not being able to take her.

It's not like she would actually put up a fight either way. Nevertheless, the need to establish dominance quickly escalated into snarls and hisses coming from the group, to see who was better suited to mate first. And all hell broke loose with the xenos fighting each other, biting, clawing, kicking and thrashing through walls, ceiling and ground, pouncing at every opportunity before the young queen, lashed out her tail and hissed them out of there.

The males scampered out of fear, no longer interested. Saved for a couple of brave souls. The most patient and strongest of the group. A curious praetorian.

You could say it was his first time seeing a human up close without having its jaws slammed into their skulls. Mostly called by the young queen herself to indulge in a favor of experimentation. That is, to breed with Charlie. But, he was unaware of what to do upon seeing such frightened little thing. A human female is small compared to the royal guard of a queen, the only sexually fertile males of the hive and also a risk to Charlie. Unlike them, sex had consequences. Pregnancy could occur and she could even birth. A reminder of how bad, things had gone.

But, to the alien's perspective, having the interest of a royal guard meant a high social position within the hive, alas a perverse one, but a high one nevertheless.

Her mistress nudged her out, coercing Charlie to get closer to the large muscular male before he hissed and stood on his two muscular legs. Much smaller she became before he slowly pinned her against the resin coated wall, panting and glancing towards her hourglass shaped form before he had a recollection of how a single Colonial Marine, a warrior, a female nevertheless, almost decimated him one time. It made him angry, angry the enough to make his inner maw piston forth mere inches from Charlie's face.

His member scrapped the woman's belly, oozing lubricant and a whitish liquid from the tip. Flared, the male quickly lowered his skull between her thighs, grinding its head against her pubis until rising up again and drool droplets of saliva across the girl's cheek.

"Let me go..." She pleaded before the creature grabbed both her arms and glued them against the resin like wall, ensuring they were well stuck to the cavernous slime of the nest before he lifted her by the thighs and lowered her onto him.

There was a slight gasp, the enough for him to stop before being fully inside as Charlie, nodded her head in denial while biting her lower lip. Then, he started to slowly thrust his muscular legs against her, his strong sheer muscle of a belly scrapping against her own and chest touching against chest. Charlie locked her legs around his Adonis belt, seeking to ease the sheer strength of his piston like actions before the xenomorph female came to watch. Madly grinning, the xeno exhibited a sadistic satisfaction whenever she watched them couple.

She remaining there, leaned against them while her clawed hand caressed Charlie's lips and face as the large praetorian parted his maw and made Charlie lick and lap its piston like tongue. This surprised him, very pleasantly.

Still, he did not stop. And continued to speed up his thrusts while his tail lashed and stomped the ground violently, signaling that he was almost there. Charlie tried to avoid the tasteful backlash until she felt something very warm run down her thighs.

It was done.

While the male continued to stay still and pulsate his delighted seed into Charlie's fertile womb, the female xeno slowly climbed onto the male's back and was urging him to continue. But he was in no condition to pursue her needs and was smacked, almost as if he had been too quick in his act before he growled and hissed, still not letting go of the girl.

He was smacked again.

It wasn't until he was fully empty that he let go of her, much to the alien female's excitement while freeing Charlie's hands off the wall. But he did not leave, not until he was certain that Charlie was well. And he certainly did not want anyone else sharing her. But, he was not in a position to negotiate with the xeno princess and merely watched as she coiled around the girl, like a serpent, engulfing its prey. Charlie was once again covered and mounted by the illusive female before the girl petted her dome like head again. A strange reaction, considering the perversity she had been put through.

Was she that broken? Or was there more than it met the eye?

But that, is a story for another time.

And there you have it, a little mysterious pilot for a story. I plan on writing more and, I will use, without a doubt, feedback from reviews. After all, what are reviews for? It's pretty much lime. I like lime, don't you? Questions such as, who is Charlie? Why is she alive? What made her a target for xenormophs? Why do they seem fond on keeping her as a plaything? Will be answered in future chapters.

Or...

You can write your own explanations on reviews and see if they glue or not.

Let the games begin.