14 comments/ 22332 views/ 22 favorites Unidentified Organisms Ch. 01 By: LateNightStories Harley put a cigarette into her mouth. The fire from her lighter illuminated her face. She was not wearing any make up. The hair on her head was only a couple inches long, as it was frequently shaved according to regulation. With her strong features, military haircut and unimpressive bust, she almost looked like a beautiful teenage boy, rather than a woman of 25, but not even her baggy pants could hide the wideness of her decidedly feminine hips. The wait dragged on. The cigarette burned to the filter, and Harley let it drop to the floor. As she stepped on it with her boot, the corridor fell dark again. A loud crank and a sustained metallic screech signalled that the doors were about to open. Light was slowly filling the corridor. Harley squinted and was able to make out four figures. There were two bulky jarheads carrying automatic rifles and two civilian women. The first had a long and slender frame and was dressed in a dark catsuit. A long, thin item enclosed in a sheath hang from her back. She wore some sort of visor or goggles over her eyes. Harley was more interested in the second woman. She had a more average build. Her stare was somewhat intimidating, but her hardness was offset by the delicate features of her face, which was framed by soft, dark curls. "Riley McKenzie?" Harley called out. The second woman gave a startle. The two jarheads yanked the cocking handles on their guns and aimed in the direction of Harley's still shrouded figure. Only the catsuit-wearing woman remained calm. Harley held up her arms, signifying that she was no threat. "Could I ask you a few questions?" Harley continued. The woman signalled for her guards to lower their weapons. "What's you're security clearance?" she asked. "Level 3," Harley said and held up her ID-tag. Riley folded her arms. "Then you must know I can't speak to you about my assignment here." "I just need to know how long it will take before the cooperation lifts the lock-down of the station. My contract ended almost a month ago. I'm unable to leave and I'm no longer being paid for staying here." There might have been a hint of empathy in Riley's eyes, but still she sighed impatiently, as if she'd heard similar stories already. "I realise that the lock-down is inconvenient for a lot of you, but I can't speak about it at this time." Riley signalled for her party to continue walking, but Harley had one last question. "Is this because of the shipwrecked passenger we picked up?" One of the jarheads walked over to Harley and punched her hard in the gut, forcing her down on her knees. Riley held up her hand and gave him a disapproving scowl. The look she gave to Harley wasn't much milder, though. "Even though you're not a soldier," she said. "You should know your station and your rank." The party moved on, leaving Harley behind. She waited until they rounded the corner before quickly jumping back on her feet. "Shit!" There was little to do, except to go back to her bunk bed. Perhaps she should apply for another six-month contract at the station. At least then she would be paid. With too much free time, she was spending all her dough on booze and card games. Before reaching to the barracks, she stopped by one of the bathrooms. When her contract expired, she had been expelled from the dormitories of the female staff and now had to sleep with the jarheads and the minimum-pay workers. On this deck, all the facilities were unisex. Therefore, to protect her modesty, as well as her safety, she didn't shower more than she felt was necessary. It wasn't as if anybody cared much that she stank. The whole bloody deck stank. When she entered, she heard that the showers were being used in the adjoining room. Two jarheads were laughing and joking amongst themselves so loudly that she could hear every word of their Neanderthal jokes through the thick wall. Harley walked over to the sink and cleaned her face. She had long ago gotten used to the stink of chlorine and other chemicals. When she heard that the showers stopped running in the other room, she hid herself inside one of the toilet stalls. After unbuckling her well-stacked equipment belt and letting her baggy trousers fall to the floor, she sat herself down on the toilet seat. The sound of heavy footsteps passed from the showers and out through the door leading to the corridor. Finally, she was alone. Going to the toilet was like mediating for Harley. She could have a smoke, read the obscene graffiti on the walls and listen to the sound of urine trickling into the water. Best of all, she was alone. Harley looked down at her thick thighs. Her legs had grown quite muscular during her stay at the space station, but the last few weeks of drinking and laying about had made her put on some fat around her thighs, thus making her legs less bulky and more womanly. Maybe I should cut down on the carbs, she thought to herself. My butt is big enough as it is. A large thick drop fell from the ceiling and exploded on the floor. Harley had fixed innumerable amounts of leaks during her stay on the station. Luckily, it was no longer her concern. This leak seemed to be coming from an open airshaft, which was strange. What could be leaking into the air duct? A few more drops preceded the first. The lights flickered, before going out. Harley could hear a very soft thud as something hit the floor, but couldn't make out anything with her eyes until the light returned and she saw a large spider-like creature before her. It had six finger-like legs and a long tail, which was almost like that of a scorpion only much more flexible. Harley held her breath. The spider were bending its legs, as if it was ready to pounce at her. Harley looked down between her legs at the pistol belt that lay around her ankles. Very slowly, hoping not to scare the spider-creature, she bent down and reached for her gun. She sighed with relief once she had her fingers around the grip. Then she lifted her arm and aimed. The shot made a terribly loud noise inside the tiny room. The bullet penetrated the spider's body. Green fluids poured from the wound and fizzled as it came into contact with the metal floor. Harley was about to pull the trigger again, but the spider swung its scorpion tail like a whip, hitting her so hard across the arm that she dropped the gun on the floor. The spider lifted itself up, exposing its underbelly at her. It was a scary sight. Several suction cups circled its saliva-dripping mouth. In place of a tongue, it had a phallic tentacle coming out from between its jaws, which it pointed menacingly at Harley. Harley assumed it was getting ready to attack her. She threw herself off the toilet and reached out for her gun, just as the spider leapt and missed. It was now standing atop the toilet seat, and it didn't take it long to turn itself around, ready for a new attack. Harley was laying on the floor with her pants still around her ankles and knew that she wouldn't be able to dodge it a second time. Holding her gun with both hands, she fried shot after shot. The ammo counter display showed her how many rounds she had left. 14 ... 13 ... 12 ... 11 ... 10 ... 9 ... 8 ... 7 ... 6 ... 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... 0 The slide did not cycle and the trigger could no longer be pulled. Luckily, she had managed to shoot the disgusting little thing to a bloody pulp of boiling liquid and broken limbs. It crumbled together and fell into the toilet bowl with a large splash. Harley sat herself up on her knees and pressed the button to release the pistol's magazine. It dropped to the floor with an echoing thud. She was about to retrieve a new magazine from her belt, when she felt something curl itself around her. A second spider had climbed out of the airshaft and down the wall. Now it was coiling its strong tail around her waist. With its skeletal legs, it clung itself to her naked butt cheeks. Harley tried to pull it off. It responded by digging its nails deeper into her skin and by activating the suction cups that circled its underside. There was no way Harley could get it off by herself. Fear kept her from moving. She simply sat there, on her hands and knees, as the creature squirted out a thick oil. The moistening liquid ran slowly down her butt crack. Presently, Harley could feel its phallic limb probing the rim of her anus with its rubber head. Harley quenched the orifice tight, hoping to deny the creature entrance. The spider seemed annoyed by her rejection and responded by rhythmically ramming its intromittent organ against her asshole. Harley decided to try to stand up, knowing that it would allow her to tighten her muscles further. As she struggled to her feet however, the creature was finally able to push its way into her anal tunnel. This made Harley loose her balance and fall forward. She hit the metal floor with her knees. The pain made her momentarily lose control of her muscles, giving the creature time to penetrate deeper. The forceful invasion was painful, but also quite pleasurable. By pumping its lubricating saliva into her, the creature avoided any unpleasant friction. Harley could feel her face become feverishly warm and her cheeks flush. Her breaths become irregular. First, she would inhale for several seconds until her lungs were full. Then she would exhale violently, before gasping for more air. The tentacle was pulsating inside her, slowly contracting and expanding. The pressure forced Harley to release her bowels, and she felt the tentacle hovering up her excrement. The creature was literally eating her out. The door to the corridor opened. From her stall, Harley could her someone enter the bathroom. She tried call out for help, but all that came out were incoherent syllables and heavy moans. The man outside laughed. Casual sex was quite common down here, though it was usually between two men. "Good going, bro," the man said. "Tell her to come find me if she's up for a second round." Harley began to crawl towards the door. Her muscles were weak and unyielding, but with great effort, she managed. There was no way she would be able to unlock the door in her current state. Instead, holding her breath and using all her strength, she pulled her upper body back before lunging forward, banging both her hands against the door. The man on the other side simply laughed, likely interpreting her knocking as a sign of enthusiasm. "There is nothing like the sound of a lady having a good time," the man said. Harley could hear him turn on a sink and brush his teeth. The thought of him hearing her sexual moans was bad, but it was a secondary concern. She needed help. That was when she felt something between her legs that sent a tingling sensation through her entire body. The spider stroked its tale ever so softly against her labia, which were wet and swollen. It was almost like a suggestion. A thought flashed through Harley's mind. What if I allow myself to climax? Would that make it easier to call out for help? She slid her hand into the junction of her legs, past her hairy forest, down the river and followed the sudden plummet into her vaginal tunnel. Its walls were moist and yielding. There was no reason to play around. Her body was ready. She pulled out her fingers, glistening with fresh juices, and moved her hand up to her clit. Then she began stroking her entire sex with her palm. It became harder to breathe and her limbs spasmed violently. The muscles around her anal tunnel relaxed further, allowing the creature's burrowed limb to expand even more in size as it pulsated. Harley felt the creature put its tail upon her hand, pushing it harder down upon her bulging clitoris. It became more difficult for Harley to breathe. Her mouth gave out involuntary screams of ecstasy, until she was all out of air. Without the support of her erratically spasming legs, she needed to lean her body against the wall for support. Her shaking thighs closed themselves tightly around her hand. A sustained moan of silence forced her lips open. Never had she felt so weightless, so locked in time. Then it was over. She had almost passed out. Her body was listless and weak. Through sheer strength of will, she manage to stay awake until the feeling of haziness started to subside. The spider was still clinging on to her ass as hard as before, but it seemed to be resting. The limb inside her had shrunk in size and had stopped pulsating. Harley wondered if the man she had heard was still there. She hoped so. It wasn't as if she was happy to have someone see her in this state, but she was uncertain if she could make it to the medical bay on her own. Slowly and carefully, she began working herself up on her feet. Now that the palliative effect of sexual arousal was gone, she was able to feel just how sore her butt actually was. With the aid of her arms, she managed to pull herself up by the handle of the door, until her weak legs could stand on their own. As she rose, she felt her anal tunnel tighten around the intruding limb, but she was unable to expel it. Leaning against the door, she stopped to regain her breath. She looked behind her. Her pants and panties had slid off her long ago and lay together in a bundle, but she was in no state to bend down and put them on. Her knees were shaking violently. The only evidence of the first spider's existence was that the water in the toilet bowl had turned green and was boiling. Disgusting, Harley thought. It smelled awful. Having achieved a satisfactory level of balance and composure, she unlocked and opened the door. The man was nowhere to be seen. Harley wasn't surprised to find him gone. He had likely left during or just before her intense orgasm, as she hadn't heard him since. Realising that she was able to walk, she went and stood in front of the mirrors above the sink. Her face was still flushed and damp. There were several sweaty patches on her tank top, which was her only piece of clothing. The creature was hidden from view by her wide hips, which curved strongly outwards from her slim waist. The dark triangle of hair at the junction of her thighs hid her still swollen and glistening lips. She felt and looked incredibly vulnerable and exposed, not to say violated. Something stroked the sensitive area on the side of her neck and she saw the tail of the creature moving over her shoulder. It proceeded to caress her face and even brushed away a tear that head fallen out of the corner of her eye. Harley dared not pull it away. Turning to the side and observing herself in profile, she could see the ugly thing still latching on as tightly as ever. She looked at her thighs and butt cheeks and wondered if they looked even bigger than before. Maybe it was just the fact that the spider was pressing her cheeks apart to cram itself into her crack. Not that it mattered now. It was time to get to the medical bay and have the parasite removed. A worrying thought came over her. Walking through the corridors with an alien lifeform stuck to her butt was likely to cause a panic. It might even get her killed by a jarhead with an itchy trigger finger. Therefore, she went back to the stall and retrieved her pants. Now that her strength was returning, she was able to put them on. The pants had a loose fit and the bulge created by the spider wasn't too obvious. It didn't seem like the spider minded being hidden. In fact, it seemed like it approved, because it slide its long tail under her tank top and coiled it around her waist. Harley could feel it carefully stroking the underside of her breasts. The light in the corridors were dim and the fuses would constantly blow, leaving areas in complete darkness. It was therefore not a given that anyone would notice her hiding something beneath her clothes. Certainly, no one would be quick to suspect it to be an alien lifeform. Harley left the bathroom and entered the corridor. Most of the crew would be sleeping now. Only those who worked irregular shifts would be awake. She hadn't yet visited the medical bay on this deck, so she was hoping to be able to find it by following the signs that stood at some of the junctions. She moved quickly. At one time, she had to stop to catch her breath. She leaned towards the wall and bent her knees, allowing her sore anal walls some relief. The creature's tail came up from between her cleavage and wiped some sweat from her brow. Harley didn't know if it was trying to care for her or if it was simply attracted to the smell of salt. Whatever its reason, it creeped her out and she was glad when it retreated back down between her breasts. That's when she heard a voice on the speaker system. "This deck is under quarantine," the man speaking declared. "A team is to be sent down to check out a disturbance. All personnel and passengers present on this deck are expected to remain calm and to cooperate with the security staff." "Fuck," Harley muttered to herself. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck FUCK!" Unidentified Organisms Ch. 02 Drip, drip, drip! Thick drops of watery fluid was falling from the ceiling and hitting Harley on the forehead. She groaned loudly and rolled away. Every part of her body ached. Not that this was surprising to her after she realised that she had been sleeping on the metal grated floor in one of the corridors. How did I end up here? she wondered. Have I been on a drinking binge again? It was when she moved that she felt it - the thick alien limb that lay lodged inside her rectum and kept her from completely closing her legs. It was shrivelled and lifeless at the moment, but it was still there. When she moved again, she felt just how sore she was. She carefully patted the bulge in the back of her pants. A jolt of horror ran through her spine when she felt the arachnid body of the parasite that was still laying there, clinging to her butt cheeks. The touch of her hand awoke it, and she felt it move. The limb in her anus stirred, its long nails dug into her skin and its tail danced beneath her tank top. It didn't hurt too much and the creature quickly relaxed itself again. Harley breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't ready to relive what she had gone through last night. The last thing she remembered was hearing a message on the speakers informing her, and anyone else trapped here with her, that this deck of the space station was under quarantine. There was no way she would be allowed to leave with an unidentified alien lifeform stuck to her butt. Hell, she wasn't if it was a good idea to try to reach one of the med bays. The doctors might not be willing to risk the chance of exposure. A rumble from her tummy made her realise how hungry she was. It was hard to ignore once she had become aware of it. She put her hand on her stomach and was surprised to find that she had less fat around her belly than usual. She could clearly feel her strong abs. She heard herself sob. It felt strange. She couldn't remember the last time she had cried. It was almost as if she was listening to somebody else, though she couldn't deny the strong emotions that were building up inside of her. You're brave, she told herself. You've survived on the frontier of colonised space. You can get through this. As if on cue, the light went out with a thundering rumble. It took several nerve-wrecking minutes for the automatic system to replace the broken fuse. Harley huddled together and tried to find a comfortable positon. She thought she heard something in the darkness. The light came back on so strong that Harley was temporarily blinded. Through her watery eyes, she could barely make out a figure dropping from the ceiling. It landed gracefully on the grated floor, making it shake with its weight. Harley rubbed her eyes. The creature that came towards her walked upon two legs, like a predatory dinosaur. It had no skin, only a naked exoskeleton. Every vertebrae in its spine and tail were visible. The back of its exposed skull ended in a bony frill of large pentagonal plates. It was like a bony, black halo around its ugly expressionless visage. Saliva drooled from its massive jaws. It was a killer. No doubt about it. Those teeth weren't for chewing plants. Harley manged to scramble to her feet, but she couldn't force herself to flee. Her legs were shaking too much. She prayed to God that there was a patrol somewhere nearby. Surely, the boy scout brigade are on their way, she thought. For once, she would be glad to see them. The creature did not appear violent. It tilted its head from side to side, as if it was curious of her. "I'm not going to hurt you," Harley whispered. The sound of her voice caused the creature to give out a shrill shriek and bend its legs, ready to pounce. Harley immediately froze. She stood still as the creature slowly walk towards her. A sniffing sound was coming from its bony nostrils, as if it was trying to smell her. Closer and closer it came. Harley had to turn her face away. She felt its bony nose touch her cheek and its cold breath dampen the air. Saliva dripped from the creature's jaw and landed on Harley's chest. The thing was definitely cold blooded. Its fluids and breath had the same chilling temperature as the corridor. The creature lowered its head to the level of Harley's groin and circled around her to study her ass. Harley felt the spider's legs move around in her pants. The two aliens seemed to be communicating with each other. The bony raptor made some strange clicking sound, which were answered by some low gurgles from the spider in Harley's pants. After a short exchange, the raptor left through the same air went it had arrived through. Even after the monster was long gone, Harley found that she could not stop her thighs from trembling. She eventually sunk down to her knees and hands. The pose was accommodating for the invading presence in her ass and the spider seemed to be thanking her by excreting a thick fluid into her. It made her ache less. In fact, as long as she stayed quite still, it felt quite pleasurable. It felt almost like holding back a poo to extend the feeling of relief. Except this time, there was no relief. The intruding limb remained lodged inside her and she didn't dare to try to expulse it. Thud! Thud! Thud! The sound of heavy footsteps were echoing through the corridor. Harley was relieved, but also frightened. Presently, a band of boy-scouts, hermetically sealed inside their exoskeleton combat suits, came marching round the corner. The soldiers looked nervous. Their fingers were itching on the triggers of their gun. Harley got to her feet. She couldn't let them notice the parasitic creature. One of the jarheads looked suspiciously at her. "Have you been exposed?" he asked. "Exposed?" Harley asked, trying to sound innocent. "Have you come into close contact with an unknown organism of any kind," he said. His voice was shaking. Harley looked around at the jarheads. It was terribly clear from their terrified expressions; She was not safe. These boy scouts could maybe protect her against the aliens, but she feared what they would do if realised that she was contaminated. Contaminated. That is what they called it. All new lifeforms needed to be quarantined immediately and kept isolated until they could be studied. Alien diseases had caused terrible epidemics in the past. Now they were facing something completely new - advanced lifeforms of a kind Harley could never have imagined. The jarheads tried to hide it, but it was clear as day. They were scared. There was no way that Harley could count on these trigger-happy meatheads not to do anything rash should they discover her shameful secret. The officer gave Harley an emphatic look. "Your legs are shaking," he said. "Are you all right?" "I tried to run to a safety point, but I fell and hit my head. Now I have this constant spasm in my right thigh. Do you have any muscle relaxants?" The officer turned to the medic who produced a pill. "Here you go," the officer said. "You should be able to walk after this, unless you've sustained serious trauma." Harley swallowed the pill quickly. The Spartanic culture amongst the boy scouts meant that there was always a large supply of muscle relaxants. Pederasty is an effective way of asserting authority. The pill would definitely give her the relief she sought. A rumble from her stomach reminded Harley of how hungry she was. "Do you have any food?" she asked. The soldiers handed her some protein bars. The first bite made Harley realise just how hungry she was. She stuffed her mouth as full as she could and chewed feverously. The jarheads looked at her with some disgust. At least they would have had the manners to wipe the crumbs from their mouths. "Do you have any more?" Harley asked, licking her lips. The soldiers look at her as if she was the rudest person in the known universe. Harley realised it was best not to push her luck. "More?" the officer said, raising an eyebrow. "Sure, but you're just going to get yourself constipated." Harley was about to open her mouth to speak, but ended up biting her lip. The spider had stuck one of its nails into her butt cheek and she had almost given a startled scream. The jarheads looked suspiciously at Harley. One by one, they noticed the tip of the spider's tail, which had snuck out of Harley's tank top. There was no way she would be able to hide the creature much longer. That was when Harley once more felt something stir inside her ass. The burrowed limb was trying to expand against her sore anal walls. Lubricating fluids were being pumped into her and leaked out into her pants. Harley felt a wet spot growing around the insides of her thighs. The nails of the spider were digging into her skin, and it seemed to be trying to push her ass cheeks apart to make more room for its body. "Are you all right?" the officer asked. He eyed her suspiciously, as Harley shifted her legs in order to make more room for the phallic limb inside her. It wasn't enough. The limb had begun pulsating and needed more space. Slowly, Harley was forced to bend forward into the posture of a young child soiling its diapers, resting her hands on her knees. She was sweating from every pore in her body and her flushed cheeks felt like they were burning up with feverish heat. "Are you having trouble breathing, Miss?" the officer asked. "I need," Harley stammered. Her words disappeared between her gasps. She gave the officer a pleading look. He tried to smile comfortingly at her, though his eyes were filled with worry. "Try to remain calm," he said and holstered his gun. "I'll call for medical assistance." While the officer tried to called for help, most of the jarheads kept their eyes on Harley. Many of them had noticed the bulge in her pants and saw that something was moving around under it. "Sir," one of them called out. "There is something under her clothes. It's alive." The officer dropped his phone and watched in horror as the spider's tailed coiled itself around Harley's neck and pulled it backwards to force her into a more accommodating posture. A soldier stepped forward and grabbed the buckle on her belt. He pulled at it so hard that Harley was thrown off her feet. She rolled around on the floor and ended up on her back with her legs spread and her pants hanging from her ankles. The spider forced her to widen her legs and pull her knees up to her shoulders. It was giving her a pounding even more intense than last night. She looked at the soldiers that loomed over her in a circle. They look terrified, but not even in a moment such as this could they help themselves from taking in the view of the hairy triangle between her thighs. Her vagina was swollen and open. It may have been many months since any of the boy scouts had had a shore leave, and the sight of a woman's inner sanctum was more than a little distracting. "It's an alien," she heard one of them shout. "Kill it," said another. The boy scouts all looked towards their commanding officer. He was going for his gun. There was a look of determination in his eyes, but his movements were slow and his hands were shaking. It wasn't clear whether he was hesitating out of fear or out of pity. Whatever the reason, he never got the time to take his shot. Something hit him like a whip and coiled itself around his waist. The man screamed. He fought as he was pulled up towards the ceiling and into a ventilation shaft by a skeletal tail, probably belonging to the monster Harley had seen before. After he had disappeared from view, they heard him fire his gun inside the airshaft. What happened to him afterwards was uncertain. More monsters came running through the corridor and leapt at the terrified soldiers. The jarheads could praise themselves lucky that they were wearing their exoskeleton suits. The aliens looked like birds trying to get inside a hermetically sealed tin. Harley's head tilted backwards. Her eyes were so watery that she could hardly see. The spider was insistent. There was no option for her but to succumb to euphoria and relax her body so that her insides could widen. All she was aware of was the rhythmic pounding in her butt. Even the deafening sound of the soldiers' automatic rifles seemed to be coming from far away. She was taken out of time and space. All that mattered was to keep breathing so that her mind could remain conscious enough to experience the pleasure. It lasted for what seemed like an eternity. Pleasure and pain increased until both were too intense for her frail psyche to hand. There was only one escape. She wiped some drool from her chin and pressed the lubricated fingers against her swollen pleasure bud. Her head was ringing. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever had. Then it was over. She felt extremely heavy, as if the artificial gravitation in the spaceship had been dramatically increased and it was pressing her against the floor. The limb inside her was slowly shrinking, but still too large for her to put her legs down. Actually, she seemed to have lost complete control of her legs. Her knees were resting against the floor beside her ears. It was a surreal experience for her to be contorted this way as she had never been very flexible. Now, every muscles in her body was completely relaxed and she had lost the power to move them. This was clearly demonstrated when a fountain of urine suddenly shot from her groin and created a puddle in front of her. Only two jarheads remained. Their armour was thoroughly battered. The others were gone. Harley couldn't see any sign of them. It seemed like they had managed to kill most of the aliens. Bits of them lay strewn all over the corridor. "Please help me," Harley begged the soldiers. They simply stood there and panted. Their armour was scratched and thorn in several places. Tubes were ripped off. It seemed like they were either too exhausted or too scared to speak. Their eyes were fixed at her groin. Harley wasn't sure if they were looking at her pussy or at the spider creature. It was a relief when the peeing stopped. She had never felt this humiliated or as vulnerable. One of the soldiers aimed his gun at Harley's head and pulled the trigger. He pulled it several times. Nothing happened. Empty casing lay strewn all over the floor. "What are you doing?" Harley screamed. He didn't answer her. With shaking hands, he tried to replace the empty magazine on his gun. Harley closed her eyes. There was nothing she could do. She was utterly defenceless. Then something unexpected happened. The spider relinquished its grip on Harley's ass and withdrew the intromittent organ from her rectum. Its sudden absence gave Harley a fantastic sense of relief. The spider was sprinting across the floor. It whipped the soldier with its tail and ripped his gun from his grasp. The jarhead shouldn't have had any problem fighting off the tiny creature, but the poor man was too terrified. He ran away as fast as one can when enclosed inside a ruined exo-suit. Harley found that she had regained just enough strength to lift her legs and stretch out her body. It was a relief to feel her anal opening tighten. At least it hadn't been stretched beyond what it could bear. She felt dirty. What she hadn't given for a bath, a shower or even a garden hose. She was completely soaked in her own fluids and her orifices was dripping. The arachnoid alien was coming back towards her. She couldn't flee from it. The tingling numbness that she had felt since her orgasm was receding, but only very slowly. It would be a while before she could get back on her feet. "Don't" she whispered. "Don't do it again. I can't take any more." The spider stopped. It seemed to be listening to her voice. Is it trying to understand me? Harley wondered. She extended her arm and stoked the top of the creature's arachnid body. The spider seemed to enjoy being cuddled. It moved closer and closer. Harley got scared. When it started climbing up her chest, she tried to push it away, but it coiled its tail around her neck and choked her. Harley could now see the underbelly of the creature. The ugly mouth was circled by several suction cups. Opening her mouth to scream was a mistake. The spider pushed its intromittent organ into Harley's mouth and down her throat. Harley grabbed the spider by the legs, but she was too weak. It used its tail to pull itself closer until it had enveloped her face and grabbed hold of the back of her head with its legs. It surrounded her head like a bony ribcage. The phallic tentacle was making its way deeper down Harley's throat. She began to gag and realised she wasn't getting any air. Her consciousness began to drift away. Just in time, the spider pushed a tiny tendril down her windpipe. Harley felt her strength slowly return as her lungs were filled with air. For a while, her body convulsed as if she was going to throw up. Unbeknownst to Harley, the spider was pumping a calming gas into her lungs, which allowed her body to accept its intrusion. A great deal of time passed. Harley simply sat on the floor, trying not to think on how the thing that was now inside her throat had until recently lain inside her rectum. The spider's underbelly blocked her sight, so she could see absolutely nothing. A draft blew through the corridor and made her sweaty body shiver. Her pussy was wet and felt extra cold. She heard a woman scream and run away. Harley had no way of calling out to her. The idea of someone seeing her in this state was so humiliating it caused her actual physical pain. The only comfort was that she was completely unrecognizable. Her belly ached. She was just as hungry as before. As the hours past, it just got worse. To make things worse, she was starting to get horny again. It was definitely not a good feeling. It was as if she had an itch in her pussy that eventually would have to be scratched. Part of her wanted to lay there for ever, or until the some meathead soldier came back to kill her, but the floor was too painful. The grating was biting into her skin. She needed to find somewhere else to rest. Through sheer force of will, she managed to get back on her feet. She walked unsteadily, as her legs were still weak. The soreness in her ass, which had abated after her orgasm, was coming back with a vengeance. After merely ten minutes of walking, which seemed like an eternity, she found a room with a bed. She laid down on the hard matrass thoroughly exhausted. Her hunger was getting worse. Without thinking about it, she began licking the phallic tentacle that passed through her mouth, just so that she could taste the salty perspiration it gave off. It didn't even occur to her how disgusting it was, until the tentacle began stirring. A large amount of gooey liquid was being conveyed through it and disgorged into her gullet. The spider was feeding her. A strange thought passed through Harley's mind. I'm a baby bird, she heard herself thinking, as though the idea did not come from herself. I'm a tiny swallow and the alien is my mother. She will feed me and protect me.