4 comments/ 39407 views/ 47 favorites Husks By: Kingmaker711 NOTE: This story features mind control worms getting in intimate places with women, if that's not your bag then you may wish to skip it. ***** Ghostly echoes rang out through the weightless vessel. Phillips' plasma cutter glared in the sepulchral darkness and the time ravaged ship hull gave away. He stepped through the smoking hole and came into an open chamber, bathed in distant cobalt light, throwing a cool cast on the carvings inside. "This is Phillips..." he checked in on his comms, "we hit the jackpot, captain. Definitely not a lost merchant. This is some xeno work. Old, too. Very old." "Very good. Wait for sweep teams." Captain Jelsur's voice came back in reply, her voice traveling easily through the oxygen rich air. "ETA one hour." "Roger that." His hands were already drifting over the chamber's central object. Despite the alien nature of the chamber, what with its long winding serpents and worms along the pillars and macabre faces etched in stone, what his hands ran over was undeniably feminine. Yet inhuman. Jutting breasts filled up his palms, flared opulent hips invited the lingering touch of his fingers. The figure formed the top of the lid of what appeared to be a gigantic coffin. With great effort, Phillips opened the sarcophagus and gasped at what was inside. A cosmic beauty, an immaculate reproduction of what was on the lid... but alive. Her skin was as dark as onyx, and yet highlighted with swirling tattoos, ancient designs that illuminated her tremendous curves. Massive and rounded breasts, standing like mountains of soft flesh, glowed in the dark from the swooping electric blue alien calligraphy that encircled her flesh. Her heavy voluptuous mounds rose in time to her breath and Phillips' breath caught in his throat. His mouth salivated to her supernaturally lush curves and he coughed the excess drool back. The woman's eyes snapped open, revealing a pair of pale, fiery blue orbs. He stumbled back down the stony steps in surprise, his trembling hand reaching for his wrist communicator. Long black fingers wrapped over the sides of the sarcophagus and the woman stood up in one fluid motion. The gigantic slopes of her tits stood out in silhouette, backlit by the chamber's eerie azure iridescence. Phillips lost his breath, paralyzed in admiration as he took in the curvature of her equally luscious ass, round and protruding, so well formed he imagined her cheeks could hold the stem of a wine glass between them. Her mesmerizing eyes bore into his own. "You will not cry for aid, mortal." She moved down the steps, her colossal ebony globes bouncing with tortuously erotic motion before his male instincts. Her beatific aquiline features haunted him in the dim, cold light. "I... will not..." he repeated, his free thoughts receding before her irresistible pull, his eyes caught in between looking at her own and her jiggling assets. Her skin shined like polished obsidian, her belly sculpted yet smooth. From her luscious hips and taut belly his eyes roved up to the swooping curves and valleys of her thick and heavy breasts, their soft rippling as they careened to her step promising supreme tactile pleasure. "I am Xela. You will lay before me and carry my will." She loomed over him and removed his helmet, her toned and sleek leg pushing down on his chest until his back was on the ground. "And then you will carry my will into others. I am Xela." "Xe... la..." he intoned, as drool fell from his lips and his world became nothing but the blazing stars of her eyes and the sweet temptation of her ample curves. "Yesss..." she moaned as she pried apart his suit, taking care not to destroy it for future deception. Chills ran along Phillips' back and arms as her voice plucked at his senses, sensual and slithering into his mind. Her smile was strange, her lips plump and glistening in the cold light, parted as if inviting him to imagine what they would feel like upon his mouth or further below. His brain scrambled to fathom the seduction he had been pulled into. He felt as if he was observing his body from the outside, powerless to scream... powerless to fight. Anything that could compel one as completely as this creature couldn't be entirely benevolent. Her cool skin glided across his body, and her plentiful breasts skimmed and squeezed against him. He wished she would press their silken roundness against him for longer. As she straddled him, he watched, mesmerized by the flow of tattoos between the rise of her breasts. Their unearthly blue glow and curved shape emphasized the sheer size of her voluminous midnight black orbs, their teardrop shape, their heavy fullness and the marbled nipples that begged to be sucked. "I am Goddess of Lust and Death..." she whispered, her words like tantalizing drops of liquid silver around his ears. They filled his mind and when his hand grazed against the lush swell of her hip, all lingering thoughts of escape faded into the ether. "My lust, is for the soul. The death I seek, is of the free. My weapons are my children and every casualty is not a mind lost, but a mind reborn..." Blood pounded in Phillips' head and he waited with light headed anticipation for her to lower herself atop his throbbing manhood. Her smooth belly writhed, the wet, shadowed lips below quivering to slake their desires upon his shaft. "Mmhh..." she purred in the empty chamber, her wanton slit devouring Phillips' manhood. "You will be the first, the beginning of the end..." Phillips grunted and bucked his hips up, desperate to quench the burning in his loins. He reached for the woman's mammoth black tits, hanging just above his face, until she pulled back away from his grasp, relishing her own pleasure as she arched her back. Her round mounds billowed and jiggled to her sharp intake of breath, and all his muscles strained as he fit his fingers around her silken flesh. Her strong thighs and wide hips rode him viciously. All reason had been driven from him once he had felt her bountiful melons bounce against his palms, her copious breast flesh flow through his fingers, his hands bright against the abyssal darkness of her complexion. He felt her powerful heart thunder through her swinging bosom, and relished the soft kisses on his lips, her undulating belly against his hard stomach like a warm serpent. "Give yourself to me, and become like a god!" she moaned, her heavy breasts pressed against his face. Phillips stiffened and his body screamed in ecstasy as he buried his seed deep in her womb. With each pulse, tremor and throb he gave everything he was was to her. Old memories of old girlfriends crystallized and broke. The daughter he gave that one hooker on Seti IV flowed as surely from his remembrances as did the loyalties to his crew. Xela had given him death. But she had also given him life, a rebirth. The last he felt before darkness claimed him, was the strange, pleasant sensation of slithering along his manhood. Xela's weapons of war. *** The recovery of the alien vessel went without a hitch, the sarcophagus found closed and Phillips found as healthy as ever. All were busy with the find of the century, giddy with the prospect of fame and riches, never knowing they walked in the long shadow of humanity's end... Science officer Shannon McCray was absorbed in the metals recovered from the derelict vessel. Under the magnification of the telescope, she could see the molecular structure was more akin to something organic than any identifiable metal or mineral in the galaxy. When she cut it with her laser scalpel, an immune response was provoked, sealing the wound within moments. The thing was pliable yet hard, like calloused skin and held up to all manner of temperature treatment. She took her eyes away from the scope and giggled hysterically. This was the discovery of a lifetime. Something that would revolutionize how the Company built ships forever. Yet, what made her giddy was the money. The crew was going to be rich. No more scavenging in the darkest and dimmest ranges of space, trillions of miles from home. She might even be able to fund her own expeditions. A whole company even, no more putting up with barely functioning airlocks, busted cooling pipes and recycled air systems that made the whole ship smell like sweat and cigarettes! She had become so lost in her fantasies, that she did not see the harbinger of eternal darkness that had entered her room. "Look at me." the creature said and Shannon pulled away from the microscope immediately. Her heart pounded and a strange thrill teased down her spine, compelling her to turn her chair around. "Oh..." she breathed, her blood running cold as she beheld the star eyed, void skinned beauty before her. "Look into my eyes." the alien said and took a step forward, her wide and round breasts bobbing to her stride. Shannon made an incoherent sound of confusion and excitement. Goosebumps ran along her arms and her eyes dilated as she beheld realms of endless azure within the creature's soulless gaze. Take off your clothes, echoed a command within her thoughts. The science specialist sighed as she felt an inner need to obey this majestic being, but something was off. She had not looked into the goddess's eyes long enough and her mind was still her own. Her will was sluggish, but still free. Take off your clothes, it repeated. Shannon's head lolled down, away from the alien's cold stare, long enough for reality to sink in. Strange things writhed beneath the alien's smooth belly, moving in around her pubic mound with predatory impatience. "What... is this..." she slurred, trying her best not to look in alien's eyes again despite the intoxicating rush it gave her. Take off your clothes and become one with me. Shannon shuddered in delight and shook her head, as if the invasive thoughts might somehow tumble out. "No..." she uttered, taking all her strength to even form the words in her mouth. She heard the voluptuous being make a disturbing hiss-like sound at her defiance. Shannon looked up just in time to catch the full chested and night skinned beauty dart forward with impossible speed. She screamed as the statuesque alien pinned her by the arms and tore down the front of her pants. The goddess's huge alien breasts leapt and bounced against each other as she finished tearing away Shannon's outer fabrics with violent efficiency. Her pink panties were left exposed, moistened by the foreign pheromones exuded by the strapping and curvaceous creature. Shannon gathered air to scream and her will to push against the insatiable woman, and was defeated on both accounts when the dark woman's lips locked on hers. She felt her pussy rub against the wet lips of her attacker, bucking her hips when she felt something hot and slick slide against her. When the alien pulled away, Shannon looked down just in time to see a glowing blue worm uncoil from her slit, skimming against her bare thighs, tasting her untouched flesh with a pleasurable tickle. Shannon whimpered to its touch and felt a nervous shiver run through her body. The thing was wondrous yet horrific, moving with sinuous grace and dripping with the juices of its mistress. Its excited twitches as it extended itself ever nearer to her lower lips made her heart pound, enslaved to a sense of erotic inevitability that she was too enthralled to refuse. Accept your doom human, voiced the mind command, and know the ecstasy of peace. Shannon loosed an aroused sigh at the alien's luxuriant and sensual voice. The voice was like warm honey poured over her ears, easing her stress, breaking down her defenses for what was to come. Shannon's eyes widened in awe to the thick worm pushing the alien's labia outward as it squirmed forward. Fitful gasps burst from her lips as she stared on, petrified and burning with anticipation as the creature suddenly shot forward. It tore through her panties, hooking the women together with frightful ease. Shannon bit her lips and jerked helplessly in her chair as the wet tendril burrowed its head inside her, slithering and stimulating her with muscular peristaltic motions. Shannon gasped and her eyes rolled in the back of her head as the worm muscled in, merciless in its primal purpose. Spikes of pleasure shot through her sensitive pussy, and she felt strange tingles when the tail of the worm finally left the alien goddess and smacked against her upper inner thigh. It left a smear trail behind that had the effect of numbing her skin as it made one final push inside her. Xela smiled. Her eyes glinted with malevolent satisfaction as she watched more of her 'children' slide from her tight pussy and land on her hyperventilating victim. Xela brought herself closer to Shannon, until their vaginal lips touched. She sighed with sexual euphoria, feeling her colonizers pass from her womb and force themselves straight into the human. Shannon convulsed at the nervous overload of having so many worms enter her at once. She was so overcome with heavenly ecstasy that her body paralyzed itself in sexual shock. More electric tingles danced along her skin and the young scientist whimpered in fear and pleasure. "Relax, child. You are being colonized. They are bonding with you right now. Changing you." Xela reached across Shannon's writhing belly and cupped her bouncing breasts. "Why?" Shannon gasped. "Please! Stop! I can't... don't want this... feels... too... good!" The science officer could not mistake the dark fervor in Xela's voice, the sheer joy of taking Shannon into sexual oblivion. To have her remade, a perfect slave, removed of everything that made her who she was. Her hips thrashed against Xela's lush form, utterly helpless to resist her impending corruption and lost in delirious, gasping arousal of her inescapable destiny. She found no respite or calm in the goddess's cosmic blue eyes, her gaze unsettling as it was seductive, the swaying valleys of her jutting obsidian cleavage mesmerizing in their size and hypnotic movement. Xela groped Shannon's breasts and grinded against her pussy, moaning her dark euphoria into the small cabin. "Hush, mortal. You and the male are the foundation for my new empire. Together, you will be perfect. Together, you will raise others into the perfection I have gifted you." Shannon only managed a few utterances before Xela fell to her lips, overcome with the pleasurable tingling of the worms as they embedded themselves within her flesh. "I don't want... oh... oh... nooooo..." she sighed softly to the erotic elation that had fallen over her mind like a heavy fog. When Xela's lush lips met hers once more, the final worm flowed up her throat and down Shannon's. Nothing would stop her from becoming Xela's host now. The worm's numbing fluids enabled it to invade the young woman's orifice effortlessly. For the rest of the night the two stayed locked together, their legs intertwined like old lovers. All the while, Shannon's soft gasps, whines and moans of valiant struggle slowly leveled off into silent acceptance. Her modest breasts plumped up over the hours, rivaling her goddess's titanic and luscious breasts, until her body was a more human reflection of Xela's hourglass shape. When she next woke, Xela was gone, but the worms still lingered. Inside her. Moving, slithering and becoming one with her. Teasing and tantalizing her, changing her more profoundly than she could possibly imagine. She was reborn. Advanced. Inhuman. She couldn't wait to spread her Goddess's gift. *** As Shannon walked down the ship corridor to the safety officer's quarters she was prone to a whole battery of new sensations. She felt the molecular vibration of matter below her feet, she beheld new bands of color and smelt the specific DNA of various crew members through the recycled air. She smiled as through her mind's eye she saw recovery specialist Phillips hold down medical officer Jen, cupping her screaming mouth as he sawed his cock into her yearning pussy. His pheromones had done much to incite her arousal but her will was strong and so her fear was great. Shannon watched the episode with fiendish anticipation and kept perfect step in the hallway. Through Xela's mind link, she felt everything Phillips' felt. How his hungry hands felt up her soft breasts, half clothed by her torn open shirt. How his cock throbbed and the worm inside stirred, ready to launch itself inside the nurse's womb. And the pure satisfaction of colonizing a host with free will. He had fulfilled his purpose, just as Shannon would. Through his eyes she felt him grow rigid and squeeze Jen's tits together as something heavy yet liquid shot forth from the head of his cock. Then she felt the 'child' of Xela, squirm up through Jen, making obscene and erratic movements as it made its passage up her love canal. The nurse's body jerked and convulsed, overcome with pleasurable stimulation as the slug bombarded her with orgasm after orgasm. Throughout the woman's twitching, she could tell Jen had gathered her breath to scream in terror but instead a weak gasp of sexual satiation drifted from her lips. Already the 'child' had writhed into her womb and had begun the bonding process to her nervous system. Shannon smiled. Yet another brought into Xela's fold across the vessel. As she stepped through the safety officer's doorway, she smiled. Katrine was sleeping. As she knew she would be. With the silence of a stalking panther, Shannon walked up to her ship mate's bed and stealthily eased herself onto her mattress. Her soft hands traced down the voluptuous and robust woman's arms, down to the strong curve of her thick ass. Shannon loosed an erotic sigh as she willed the some of the newborn worms stewing in her stomach to stir and awaken. A fresh host was nearby and the woman trembled with anticipation as she felt her 'children' writhe and squirm with a new mania, also eager to conquer untamed flesh. As Shannon wore only a figure clinging t-shirt, her worms slithered out of her swollen and bare pussy with ease. The young woman grabbed her shipmate by the breasts and cooed when she felt her hardening nipples through her shirt. As her squirming children crossed the space between the two, she pulled Katrine's sweatpants down just a tad and revealed the soft and supple white globes of her ass cheeks. The worms jerked forward with obscene excitement at the exposure of unconquered flesh and quickly glummed onto her peachy buttocks. Some traveled around her waist while others went in between her juicy cheeks like an organic g-string, all aiming for her vulnerable pussy. Katrine mumbled in her sleep and a slight pang of fear erupted within Shannon. Just wait a little longer, stay quiet until it's too late... thought Shannon, her fiery blue eyes wide and fanatical. She watched intently as the slithering shadows retreated into the dreaming woman's folds, leaving slight slime trails across her creamy skin. An exquisite moment of silence passed before Katrine exhaled deeply and her breathing became more labored. Her body stiffened and the plump hemispheres of her ass cheeks clenched together. They were inside at last. Inside her dreams, Katrine felt an impending sense of dread she was helpless to stop. It was there yet not there, like an icy breath along her neck that just proved to be the wind. Every time she examined this feeling it went away but now... the presence was palpable, almost as if it was inside her. Her dreamscape had become more vivid and realized, as if it was someone else's dream and someone else's feelings. Feelings of arousal, like a blinding white fire in her pussy that grew hotter by the second and reached more into her body with each passing moment. She wanted to come. Across a barren and alien land she watched two blue moons rise in the sky. Moons that turned into eyes. The faces of Phillips, Shannon and even Jen flashed behind the eyes before settling on a woman she didn't know, onyx skinned and vaguely human with an luxuriant voice that brimmed with desire itself. Husks Obey... Tingling sensations raced along her extremities. Her feet felt stiff and rooted, the mind command compelling her stillness. The desire to fight still lingered while tremors of pleasure passed through her body. Among the stars she saw other women, bare and naked, writhing as sinuous glowing strands snaked into their bodies, bonding with them in ecstasy. She lost her breath and gasped at the sight, her full breasts heaving. Obey... surrender to the feeling... The soft moans of every life form taken by the dark goddess rang out across time, echoing in her ears as a siren call of erotic oblivion. The desire to surrender was powerful. Airy stimulation caressed her budding and hard nipples like a teasing breath while her soaked inner thighs quivered and shook. She wanted to... join them... become one... and turn her back on humanity. That wasn't right. The sheer perverseness of her thoughts left her both fearful and ashamed. But that didn't didn't stop her from arching her back, nor halt her sporadic whimpers and gasps, her body on the precipice of release and so much more. Give in Katrine... feel my children make you anew... Now she had become aware of the things slithering inside her, seducing her for more than just pleasure, but connecting with her at a level no man could: bonding with her flesh. She wished to scream, wished to break out of this horrible dream, but this twisted goddess would not be denied. She went rigid in pleasure across the barren, dreamy plateau and beheld a galaxy of blue eyed slaves, their eyes like stars against the cosmos. She realized she still couldn't move her legs in this world, nor could she feel them in the real world through her dream sleep. They were taking over. She felt herself squirming in her bed. An intense euphoria fizzled right up her spine and into her brain, triggering a full body orgasm. Xela was the goddess's name. The one who was stripping her mind of everything that made her who she was, leaving intact only what was necessary for deception and seduction. Give yourself to me... become a host... there is no stopping it... Her eyes fluttered to her helpless moans. Her large breasts squeezed together as she drew her arms in, trying to contain the rampant pleasure coursing through her veins. She thrashed against someone's arms in the real world, felt lips upon her ear, whispering, kissing, stimulating her in her dream. A change was flooding through her, a change she would never be able to reverse. She wasn't sure she wanted to. Now the changes were coming faster and faster, like an avalanche as Xela stole her own mind and body, reforming it like a master sculptor. It not only felt too late... it felt so right. Her body spasmed and convulsed in ecstasy, so much so she thought she would tumble from her bed. But someone held her. A woman. Gentle little fingers squeezed and cupped Katrine's round and heavy tits, hugging them to her chest. She felt an orgasm build within her body and knew it would only crest if she gave the final words. The words that so many had spoken eons ago, words spoken by those who thought they would be the exception, the stronger will to outlast the goddess. But all were leaves before Xela's wind, and Katrine's mind was broken and conquered in the rapture of her conversion. I obey. Her body bucked and her heart thundered. She climaxed, feeling the searing ecstasy of her submission blaze through her flesh. Her throat made beautiful sounds as her mind was shattered in Xela's glory, her strong thighs squeezed together as the spasms between her legs shocked her pussy with unbearable pleasure. In her dreams she fell, descending into a darkness without end... Shannon knew the tough talking safety officer had been subdued at last when her defiant groans and whimpers had transformed into aroused and obedient moans. And when Katrine finally turned over, Shannon saw her irises filled with the self-same glow of blue nebulae. Pride shined across her enslaved soul. She had served her Goddess well. *** Communications officer Diaz frowned at the dead, electronic voice that blared through her receiver. Hours of decoding the message from the strange space hulk that led the salvage crew to its location went from alien to incomprehensible. "Captain..." she said, looking at the text on the screen and making sure it wasn't a mistake. "I can't make sense of the SOS." Captain Jelsur leaned back in her chair with confident poise. She always fancied herself as more refined than a vessel of this meager stature merited and was eager for the upgrade this discovery would offer. Her suit was as plain as her hair, brown with hints of silver. "Play it forward, Diaz." In a tone that could unsettle the dead, the message played forth. "Beware the Goddess of Death and Lust, Those Embraced the Soul Cannot Trust!" It played over three times before Diaz shut it off. Everyone in the bridge shivered except for the captain. "Would it have been too much for them to just say 'stay away'?" Few chuckled and Jelsur got up from her chair. "It's nothing. I think if we came across a 'goddess', we would have known about it by now." "Ma'am!" barked the speaker near her command chair. Jelsur smiled and sat back down, hitting the button. "Yes Thompson, what is it?" "Sectors 31-37 are experiencing rolling blackouts and putting strain on the plasma cores." "Why?" "Don't know ma'am, that's what we're tryi- OH FUCK!" The engineer was cut off in a crush of static and white noise. The captain frowned and pointed to operations officer Beaumont. "Show me the cameras in the engineering room and sectors 31 through 37." "I'm getting nothing from the engine room, but here are the quarters." the dark haired woman said, her features caught in a scowl. Jelsur's jaw dropped when she saw how far the infestation had spread. Entire hallways were choked off in black muck that roiled and undulated like an internal organ. Glimpses of alluring blue light broke through the oily expanse, lights in the shape of thick blue coiling lines. Jelsur perched her chin upon her fingers. She didn't know what this was. But she knew what to do. "Christoph... detach sections 2 and 3... we're going home light." A chorus of gasps sounded out along the bridge. "I can't do that, captain." Jelsur sighed and spun her chair around. "Protocol dictates, in cases of xeno infection-" She stopped when she saw her first mate. Christoph's skin was sallow and veiny, his neck muscles stood out like corded steel and his eyes glowed like the cobalt glow of a neutron bomb. "Oh God..." "No. Goddess. Xela is kind. Xela is good." He stepped forward while two blue eyed security guards blew down the secured doors to the bridge in a cacophony of searing light and smoke. "Join us." Jelsur looked on in horror as one of the guards tackled Diaz before she could flee from her seat. The olive skinned beauty was stripped of her belt and leggings at frightening speed before the guard plunged his turgid member into her helpless and vulnerable body. One blue eyed woman had followed the guards in and ripped Beaumont from her chair. Captain Jelsur was bewildered that the woman wore no pants, her smirk strange and muted, her eyes dead and empty. Beaumont screamed and struggled, her arms caught in the woman's strong grip as her attacker thrust her hips and sopping wet womanhood against the operation officer's groin. Jelsur's mouth went dry as she saw celestial blue tendrils spool from the woman's slit with frightening speed. They punched through Beaumont's uniform as if it was wet paper. A momentary bridge was made between the two women as they coiled up inside their new host. Beaumont's eyes widened and she gasped at her violation, both in terror and surprise pleasure. Her attacker gasped with glee as the worms, drenched in her juices, pulled along into Beaumont; the operation officer's legs widening as she crumpled to the ground. "Oh god..." moaned Beaumont, her limbs jerking as her eyes fluttered, the worm's throwing her nervous system in disarray as they changed her. Jelsur's stomach turned watching one of her most trusted staff convulse so helplessly, her lewdly exposed pussy contracting to explosive orgasms triggered by the worms. "Join us." repeated Christoph, his stun prod at his side, fully extended. His voice shook Jelsur out of the twisted orgy the bridge had become. "The hell I am!" screamed the captain as she booted Christoph in the chest and pulled out her sidearm. She swung her weapon at the other possessed security guard and blew a watermelon sized crater in his chest. Her jaw dropped as the smoking hole teemed with glowing threads, quickly sewing his wound back together. Before Christoph could snatch her she jumped from her overlook and down onto the controls, flipping switches in quick succession before slamming a bright red button, stenciled with RELEASE in block letters around the glass. With a shudder, the lengthy salvage ship split into two. The half composed of two sections split apart from the leading command section, aimless and adrift in space with an engine on the back end but nothing to guide it. Meanwhile, the many windowed bridge went as black as the surrounding void, interrupted with quick and sporadic bursts of light and muffled screams against the vacuum of space. In less than two minutes, the light had ceased and the sound had silenced. All was darkness but for the little pinpoints of light inside, like distant stars... stars that slithered and writhed, little lances of spectral blue that did not reside in the cold cosmos but in the warm bosom of mankind. In less than ten minutes, the glimpses of crawling bioluminescence were gone. Through forced ecstasy and blissful coercion, the stars had found their homes and a new crop of slaves were born. *** Lin floated through a nightmarish dreamscape of gaping black maws, writhing like jet mercury. Nude women tossed and strained in their liquid embrace, their bodies embedded in living walls while strange things pumped into them from below, clear silvery phallic tubes, brimming with lurid azure light from within, like a line of ovipositors. She saw Phillips and other men. Their eyes were as bright as the sky, their faces as dead as the grave, holding down other women as they rutted with animalistic fervor. She recognized them as her own shipmates! Some fought, some took it willingly, all moaned. Phillips' victim arched her back as he spent himself inside her, even as she tried to pull herself away. The man released his hands from her wrists as he stiffened and his cock digged deep into her vulnerable pussy. He knew the woman could struggle all she wanted, it was too late for her old life now. Lin sensed the sheer power and domination emanating from Phillips, his drive to climax a whisper before the screams that drove him to conquer and exert his will upon another. She could sense the corrupted man's rush of purpose, see his adrenaline as his rigid body jerked and his hands groped the woman's full breasts with frenzied squeezing, his cock firing off more than semen alone. She saw the woman's belly churn and writhe to something underneath, her sharp moans in response to every wet, slithering movement. Lin's nerves turned jumpy and weak when she saw the beginnings of bluish-white light swirl in the woman's irises, and had the feeling something irreversible was happening. Something she was just as helpless to stop as the woman herself, her eyes awash in the ecstasy of her change. The feeling made her ill but the sight thrilled her beyond measure. She averted her gaze to other happenings in the eternal nightmare. She saw other women, those who were neither on the wall or mated by the strange men. They laid on the floor, their naked legs splayed and paralyzed in pleasure as they sloshed in the sensual black oil. She saw glowing blue tendrils rise out of the wet darkness, twitching and probing the milky flesh like predators encircling wounded prey. Prey to bond with. Some part of her wondered what it would be like to be them, lost in pleasure as these aliens lay claim to her. She hated that she wondered. They looked so helpless, so defenseless against the change, how could she fantasize about it? She could imagine the feeling as the creatures throbbed in and out of their pussies, dragging both parasite and host to the edge of purpose and pleasure, to inevitable submission. She watched jealously and fearfully as the phallic shaped worms eased inside the women's flesh, sometimes through their engorged slits, other times through agape and lustful mouths, sighing as superior beings came for their mind and body. When she saw Phillips' woman again, both were rutting like animals, her breasts jiggling as she threw her pussy back at his cock with perfect rhythm. Her face was as blank as his, her eyes like chilling dusk blue stars. Remade, her mind rewritten... forever. She looked across the stormy nightmare and saw nothing but the blues of their impassive eyes, all turning, all looking... at her. Lin woke from her dream with a start, covered in sweat and panting. Auxiliary lights saturated the room in fluorescent reds. She saw her bunk mate, Christie Sanders, still fast asleep. Something was wrong with the ship. Whatever was wrong paled before the odd sense of alarm that crept up her neck when she saw strange movements underneath Christie's sheets. Lin took them just for her hands at first, but they seemed to leave a wet trail behind and soak through the fabric. Was she... masturbating? In her sleep? She blushed and kept looking on in puzzlement as what looked like a very slender wrist, outlined through the fabric, slithered inexorably across Christie's upper inner thigh and into her unprotected womanhood. Christie's feminine lips parted and loosed a whimper of surprise and content. Her hips bucked up ever so slightly and her body went through a series of shudders. Lin felt an erotic heat bloom in her loins to the pleasurable strains of Christie's gasps. The woman's eyes fluttered throughout her convulsions until at last she arched her back to its limit and sobbed as an unmistakeable orgasm ripped through her. She dropped back down to the mattress and exhaled loudly, the beginnings of a strange smile dawning on her face. What was that about, thought Lin, just as she caught a flicker of light on her bed through the corner of her eye. She turned her head and her eyes widened. "Ohhhh... shit..." Faster than the creature could react she snatched her table side flashlight and bashed the glowing worm into an azure pulp, staining her sheets. She leapt off from her mattress and her bare feet hit the cold metal floor. Her hands shook with adrenaline and her heart pounded like a thunderous piston. She had to get out. Stay away from whatever got inside Christie. She gave one last glance to the silent woman and ducked out of her bunk room and out into the hallway where every vision of pleasure and darkness had come to life. Spots of stainless steel peeked out from behind writhing masses of oil, though that wasn't quite right. It was gummy and soft on her feet. And just like in her vision, translucent phalluses protruded from teeming masses of black goo, aimed dangerously close to her crew mates strung up on walls. Her fear nearly overcame her as she realized her erotic nightmare had come to pass. The women were comatose and satiated while strings of clear lubricant hung from their engorged womanhoods. Strange writhing lines of azure ran under their skin from time to time and Lin's mouth went dry in fear. Only one remained uncolonized, some girl from a part of the ship Lin didn't recognize. The woman's hair was ruddy brown and shook to her pleasure in the same rhythm as her shapely breasts. They were not large but a complete handful and very pert, her round milky breasts rising and falling to her pleasure filled gasps. Lin's eyes fell down to the phallus pummeling the girl's gushing pink slit and blanched when she saw glowing, coiled worms stirring within the ejaculatory chamber of the thing. Both the phallus and worms quivered with anticipation, sensing the imminent fulfillment of their dark purposes. Lin was ashamed to be so turned on by the spectacle. She blamed the nightmare itself for instilling within her this twisted desire to surrender to these mind hollowing monstrosities, for making it seem so tempting and pleasurable... and some part of her wanted to see the alien conquer the helpless girl, shoot deep inside her and take over everything that made her who she was. Lin had grown wet from the fantasy but a more rational part of her prevailed. She could save her. She would save her. She stepped over the spent phallic mounds that had infested the other women and grabbed a hold of the one thrusting wildly into the moaning woman. "No!" she cried as she trembled and her beautiful tits bounced from side to side. "Keep it in! Please!" Lin sighed to the spike of arousal that ignited upon hearing the woman's willful surrender to such a thing. "You'll be like those freaks on the wall if I don't. We've gotta get out of here." The woman bit down on her lips as she came, her pussy drenching her translucent intruder with her sweet juices. "I want to be like them, I want it inside, to take me, fill me with its paradise..." Lin had a hard time pulling back on the thing. It timed its plunges with incredible strength. "You don't want it, it makes you think you want it... trust me... I feel the same..." she said through gritted teeth, trying to save the girl but at the same time pushing down her own thoughts of surrender. "I must become one flesh with Xela... and then I will embrace you..." her voice quivered with desire and her soft belly writhed to her lustful hips, "and you will accept... change..." she said the last word breathlessly, her eyes glassy. Lin shivered and felt a near overwhelming pang of lust race through her loins to the deranged girl's musings. She looked down at the thrusting, phallic pod. Her eyes dilated to the multiple worms inside, ready to take the woman's body... ready to take her mind. It would be so easy just to let it happen... But she couldn't. She adjusted her grip around the pod's translucent shaft, well lubricated with the woman's own arousal. She yanked the thing enough back where only the tip was inside the girl. And then she felt cold hands pull around her neck and heard a velvety voice that sucked all the fight from her. "Let her experience her moment of triumph, little one." Lin gasped in fright as her hands slid from the phallus, allowing it to slide back into its victim, deep and thick, ready to bring the woman to Xela. The woman tensed and the soft swells of her bosom jiggled as it filled her up to the deepest point within her sex. The sound of churning liquid flushed through the phallic mound until the phallus itself trembled and shot its pale blue intruders deep into the woman's womb. Her eyes fluttered and her body jittered and shook under an avalanche of orgasms. Her moans of surrender were the very essence of pleasure and triumph, a funeral song for her humanity and free will. The alien harvest had been planted. "It is done, Lin. There's nothing you can do for her now. In time my children will grow inside her, a bond so great they will be as inseparable as any other organ." Lin shuddered as she was turned around and pulled up by the neck into the creature's gaze. Her body was statuesque and shined like a jet opal. Sleek abdominals gleamed in the diffused light while soft, wide feminine hips accentuated with a small waist stirred awe within the specialist. Massive onyx breasts loomed in front of her face, unnaturally high and pert on her chest and so full they created their own tempting line of gleaming cleavage. Lin was overcome by an urge to bury her face in them, to be swallowed in between the obsidian swells of her thick and ample tits, despite having never felt such urges before. Husks It was like the feeling of her horrible dream, but ten times magnified. The desire to surrender and morphed into a need to surrender, to entwine herself around this creature's magnificent body and give up all she ever was and would be, just to be in her presence a moment longer. Her eyes moved up from her sweeping and giant obsidian breasts and fell into her cold, illuminated eyes. Lin gasped as a thrilling current ran down from the woman's hands, tantalizing her nipples and making the back of her legs twitch. "You are the last breathing free flesh on this part of the vessel. It is fitting that I take the first of you and the last of you." whispered the sable goddess, her mouth so close to Lin's that her breath warmed her lips. Lin tried to speak, to plead, but only submissive whimpers streamed from her lips. Erotic sensations slithered down her belly and legs, sucking away her defenses... her will to resist. "Don't struggle, mortal. It's painless, and once my children live in you, you'll be my own child." With a lone finger the woman brushed her finger down Lin's hips, slinking off her little gray booty shorts she wore to bed and leaving her black g-string exposed. "I am Xela." Lin quavered as the alien's hand slid down her back and caressed her round bottom with a feather soft touch. "I am your Goddess now." Lin gazed helplessly into her smoldering blue eyes and moaned as intolerable arousal bloomed in between her legs. Thoughts of who this alien was, what she wanted and what would happen to the others fought with unspeakable longing. A feral part of her, a more primal part, craved to submit, to be conquered by this superior being. Xela traced her finger in between Lin's perky breasts and her gray top split down the center. Lin shivered in lust as Xela's heaving and voluptuous slopes of femininity pressed against her own. The swirling glow of the alien's tattoos emphasized the sheer size and plumpness of her breasts, trembling like immense mountains of midnight flesh they overshadowed Lin's modest pair. They were so soft, like silk, and she craved to wrap her fingers around them but was denied by the pleasurable paralysis in her limbs. "Now... become a daughter of mine." Xela lowered Lin back onto the goo covered floor and pressed her lips upon the young shipmate's mouth. Lin gasped into the Goddess's mouth as she felt eager worms emerge from the black muck and writhe up her calves, leaving a warm trail on her smooth skin that felt like hot saliva. Her hands drifted down Xela's lithe shoulders and feminine back. She moaned into the alien's mouth as her hands captured firm handfuls of the alien's sculpted ass cheeks, full and plush. Being against her flesh was like drowning in velvet. She knew she ought to be fighting this, how carnal annihilation was only a few heartbeats away... but she just couldn't... pull it together. Nor did she want to. She wanted to be rid of her second thoughts, her reluctance. She wanted that choice taken away from her, to be free of remorse for surrendering her humanity. A sensual caress grazed her belly while Xela sighed with delight. When she looked down past the huge, glistening ebony slopes of her cleavage, past her impossibly jutting hips, she saw the surrender she so craved. A glowing blue tendril swayed obscenely from Xela's slit and grew longer by the second as it unfurled itself. Lin stiffened when she felt the worms already on her reaching up around her shapely thighs while others inched along the rise of her buttocks. She was doomed and she knew it. There was no stopping it now. The worm from Xela twitched and quivered wildly as it sensed the heat of Lin's yearning pussy. It was eager to beat the rest of its brood and colonize her untamed flesh first. With an orgasmic sigh, Xela leaned forward, smothering Lin's chest with the heavenly soft and heavy peaks of her breast flesh. She nuzzled into the petite woman's neck as she drew her hips forward. Lin swayed on her feet but then tensed. Her eyes shot wide as Xela's worm shot unerringly up into her folds, wriggling for purchase. Xela moaned and clutched her tight ass as the worm fed itself into Lin's pussy, each exquisite inch of progress igniting an orgasm for the star goddess. Lin convulsed and made excited, sporadic noises of pleasure as the worm claimed her. In less than a minute the worm had passed from Xela into its new host, sending Lin into a powerful chain of rolling orgasms. The goddess let her drop into the silken goo below, spasming in its warm embrace as more of her children detected Lin's body heat and rose out of the muck for a new home. Lin's eyes glassed over and her mouth gaped open as she felt the worm's tendrils spread outward into her flesh, entwining their fibers with her muscle tissues and nervous system. The first step to being remade. Final pangs of fear, the fear of losing one's identity, ran through her nerves but she didn't care. She accepted it... her helplessness, the inevitability of her change... and the lust that followed that acceptance. It would be over soon, and when it was, she knew it would be as if the fear never existed. Her slit flowed at what was to come. Bliss. Pure ecstasy for all time. As the worms spread, another orgasmic wave crashed over her. Her body jerked violently to her soft sighs of surrender and pleasure. She grew more aware of the interconnectivity of Xela's 'children'. She watched Captain Jelsur held down on her command chair by the likes of Diaz and other communication officers, stripped of clothes and watched in the darkness by a bridge full of blue eyed converts in silence, watching as their former commander was ravished by Christoph. Through crystallized memories she saw how some had been forced into enslavement, whereas others on the deck... had given themselves freely to their fate. She felt the worms in them as much as she did the ones writhing over her thighs now. Her legs were spread wide in acceptance, urging the worms still outside to follow their siblings into her engorged pussy. She felt Christoph's anticipation of conquering the one he once held as superior. Every drawn out thrust that ripped a delicious moan of euphoria from the stalwart woman. Every brush of her soft skin from her shaking thighs. She relished the sprung up and coiled tension of the thin worms waiting in Christoph's manhood, ready to implant themselves and flourish in Jelsur's unsuspecting womb, the rush to enslave stoking his lusts as much as the captain's body itself. Lin came as Christoph came and her nerves burst with the same sense of fulfilled purpose when the worm launched into Jelsur's pussy, burrowing up through her contracting inner walls and claiming her mind in one fell stroke. She felt her consciousness expand as Xela invaded Jelsur's mind with dark enlightenment, Jelsur's eyelashes fluttering desperately and exquisitely as an alien force she could not hope to match twisted her thoughts and bent her will with unrelenting pleasure. As Lin saw Jelsur's thoughts become Xela's thoughts, she felt the tingles of ecstasy that prickled along the fallen captain's skin, felt her squirm helplessly as her bare breasts heaved, her heavy mounds glistening to her exertion. As Jelsur's eyes began to brighten with inhuman light, Lin's consciousness expanded to all the others in their new family. She became aware of Christie, just down the hallway, waking up with a mind and body no longer her own. Her breasts had flowed and expanded into a vast yet well formed size, stretching her shirt into tatters until her large, creamy globes were bare and free. Shannon and Katrine were lost in the throes of pleasure, connected between the legs with the instruments of their joyous enslavement while Phillips and Jen rutted with their new conquests. All connected. All happy. All husks.