Minerva struggled with the creature as it continued to squirm and writhe inside her. Every time it moved inside she let out a moan and struggled to fight back the arousal she was feeling. The young woman could feel her arousal grow with every move the creature made inside of her and with every breath she took in.

The redhead had to be careful every time she float near a vent, dozens of tentacles reached out to try to restrain her. It was everything she could do to kick and fight her way free of them as she continued to move lower and lower to the floor. Still she was more and more often having to stop as she felt the creature move insider her at a slightly faster pace.

She once more attempted to pull the creature in out of her body as she grabbed the end she could reach. However the creature, was to embedded in her sex for the young woman to even hope to get it free. If she can only make to hanger in time, she could at least get rescued. Still she had to warn the others, tell them what she had found. Before it was too late to stop these creatures. Minerva suddenly let out a loud moan as she felt the creature thrust in such a way that way too pleasurable to her. And before she was overwhelmed by the creature...

Not ceasing for even a single moment, the Harvester continued to writhe within her, tentacles still wrapped around her hips and thighs, while remaining solidly secured within her tunnel.

All of her attempts to drag it out of her were futile, as had been every attempt by every other female that had managed to retain some sense of self-control long enough to try and resist. It never went any further beyond failure, however. As they either resisted or gave in to pleasure, their bodies continued to supply the sexual juices the creatures demanded. Though few at first, the cilia of the Harvester continued to absorb these juices of the females, their bodies gorging upon it and utilizing their reward in the complex process that enabled them to evolve.

Already, the Harvester began to change, its tentacles evolving into stronger forms, granting them improved flexibility and greater versatility. Before long, the monster would be gifted with appendages that would be far more difficult to fight off than the worm itself.

Within, the cilia of the creature began to develop, spreading over much of the thing's body, replacing its flesh with hundreds of tiny yet extremely voracious feelers that roamed over the inner walls of the Agent, hungrily absorbing her slick juices. Deep within the creature, its inner workings had begun to change, steadily replaced by the necessary nutrients as if it had become some sort of leech-like parasite, while its inner systems began to shift, moving along the edge of the Harvester before moving into the tentacles that laid outside the Agent's sex.

It wouldn't be long until the rapidly changing Harvester evolved into a much larger form, keeping its host restrained while it used its tentacles to move around, resembling nothing more than a wild mass of writhing appendages. Indeed, before long, she would be overwhelmed by the alien buried within her.

It was inevitable.

Minerva continued to gasp and moan as she could the pleasure begin slowly starting to build inside of her. She knew she didn't have too much more longer before the creature began to driver her over the edge. She could feel the creature constantly moving inside her. The tentacles vice like grip as it remained wrapped around her legs and hips to ensure there was nothing who remove from it from its food source.

To young agent it felt like the creature was slowly getting larger inside her, it was then her eyes went wide from understanding. The redhead realized that the creature was feeding off of her, using her body to make itself stronger. She could feel more feelers rubbing her inside of her, like she had put the ultimate sex toy in her flower and put it on a high strength. Her swollen breasts bounced back and forth every major move the creature made inside her.

However, she saw the light at the end of the tunnel. She was approaching the hanger, her means of escaping this erotic hell. If the redheaded agent could make into the hanger, perhaps she could some defenders that would be able to help her get free of this...this monster. Although that was doubtful as it sound like all of the fighting had died down now. At least there should be some fire extinguishers nearby to deal with fires from potential crashes.

At the very least she would at least be able to get to her fighter, she would be at least get out in space where she would only have to deal with the creature on her. And she would be able to send out a transmission from fighter about how the cold effected the creatures on the ship. It would be the ADD only chance if they ever wanted to take back the warship. Minerva let out another loud moan as she felt a powerful thrust by the creature, she could only hope to hold out that long.

It was as if by putting up with the Harvester, the Agent had somehow walked into a trap. A trap made from pure carnal lust itself.

Stuck in between swarming Harvesters and being forced to endure the torturous teasing of the creature within her sex, it couldn't have been easy for anyone else to deal with all of that, along with the rising temperature and the lack of gravity, even if she was accustomed to it. Even with the sounds of battle all but gone now, it was easier to discern other facts. Facts that was both seemingly useless and potentially helpful for any future offensives against the Harvester-held warship.

Such as the voice gasping and moaning from the PA system was now growing even louder, as if in the throes of an orgasm.

Along with the nonexistent humming of engines, the warship brought to a halt now... Whenever by ADD agents or by Harvester might. Either way, it was a testament to their strength, the ease with which they had sabotaged one of the ADD's mighty warships, a vessel that had been through many engagements against various, but no less dangerous, alien species.

And ahead of her, sounds were carried down the sweltering hot hallway. Sounds of moans accompanied by the increasingly stronger pheromones in the air. It would not be long before the Agent happened across two of the crew members, Harvesters buried within their sexes like her own unwanted guest, with tentacles that were far more evolved than those binding the female, restraining them and preventing them from even moving.

And before any attempts to help could be made, one of the attacking tentacles caught up to the Agent, opening up its tip and snapping at her quickly. Already, it closed upon her waist, only to grip tightly upon the remains of her dress uniform and tore them away.

A disappointing reward, one that the Harvester cast aside and made yet another reach for the redhead female, as tenacious as ever...

Minerva could feel the heat increasing even further as she could only imagine the temperature was something that made it easier for the creatures to operated in the ship. The loss of gravity had been a huge advantage for the creatures as they seemed to be able to move unhindered throughout the ship, while only a handful of ADD personnel such as Minerva had the ability to do the same thing. It was becoming clear to the young woman that the creatures had an intelligence that was well beyond their carnal nature.

Suddenly the young woman could hear the voice on the PA spike in pitch and desperation. It sound like the creature had sent the voice into an orgasm and by now the creature was enjoying the fruits of its labor. She could only imagine what was happening to poor crewmember on the bridge. But her voice was joined by some other gasps and moans ahead of the down the hallway.

The red head stopped herself at intersection and pressed her body against a corner as she looked down the hallway at the sight that lay in front of her. Two crew members where floating there in front of her under a vent. The two seemed to be covered in a mass of tentacles as they looked much bigger and stronger that the ones that wrapped around the redhead's nubile legs and and hips. The tentacles had the two women completely restrained as they explored every part of them.

One of the creatures had pushed its tentacle into green haired woman's mouth as it thrust in and out wildly. For her part she seemed to be enjoying as she let out muffled moans. The other woman was being held down by a mass of tentacles had a pair of tentacles that were attached to her nipples. It appeared that the creature was milking her for all its worth. What made matters worse was at first it looked the crew member looked like her blue haired sister, Ishtar.

The agent wanted to help, she really did, but found herself unable to do so. The beautiful redhead could lay against the corner of the wall and feel the corner rub between her breasts as she watched the creatures continue their work on the two crew members. She let out gasps and moans as she could feel the Crawler thrust back and forth inside as she laid there watching the crew members. For a few moments she was absolutely memorized by something as she could feel the pleasure building inside her.

Suddenly she felt something ripped from her waist, in an instant Minerva's highly trained instincts kicked in as she pushed away from the wall and was behind her. She looked back to see a tentacle spitting out the remains of her panties waistband and a bit of her dress uniform which had been just a moment ago on her body. It made another lunge at her but she had just remained one step ahead as she drifted down the hallway towards the hanger.

The agent realized that the creatures must release even strong version of the scent and she was almost overwhelmed by it. She would have to be redoubled her willpower as she drifted further down the hallway. The tentacles behind had forced down the path towards the crewmembers. She would have to be careful as she tried to get pass them. As she approached, Minerva mouthed the word 'Sorry' to them as she go ready to press off the wall to go over them.

Despite being relatively new on the scene, the Harvesters had proven themselves to be a versatile species. Despite sharing the same basic form, they could easily evolve into all manners of lifeforms, suited for various tasks. Even their appendages followed the same pattern.

Though, so far, the Harvesters had only shown themselves to evolve into organisms that were either flexible and agile or superbly designed for hunting and capturing their prey. It wasn't too difficult to believe that there could potentially be other forms geared toward different purposes. And it was then that the Harvesters hunting the Agent down had, not quite noticeably as they had been hiding the entire time, backed off after their most recent attempt at capturing her ended in failure. This allowed the female to travel unhindered, save for the creature buried within her flower, still thrusting and squirming with all its might.

After the first two crew members she had found, there hadn't been any others for the Agent to stumble across, just empty rooms and barren hallways. Though, there were clothes and uniforms scattered all around, either in remains or completely whole, as if they had been taken off by their owners.

Along with growing evidence of struggles that had taken place, the marks of energy weapons present on the walls and floors, with the weapons themselves in unusable condition, utterly broken by Harvesters. There could also be seen faint traces of arousal left behind on the floor, partially smeared as if people had been dragged off. This, naturally, did not bode well for the Agent, much less anyone else aboard. And to make it worse, although the hunters had backed off, the hunt was not yet called off.

Instead, from behind, a loud shrieking roar resounded, accompanied by the horrible sound of metal being torn apart. Before long, a rapid clicking could be heard, the sound of many legs working in tandem.

Though the Agent would not be able to see it just yet, the thing was in fact one of the far more advanced Harvesters, forcibly evolved into a superior combat form in order to defend the colony from those that had sought to search it out. Once the colony had relocated itself to a much wider space, more readily able to assimilate other Harvesters, the armored creature was then dispatched to seek out what was seen as a strong female for the colony to take advantage of, a female that had managed to resist the presence of a Crawler and even escape from other Harvesters, despite being under the influence of the pheromones. Indeed, guided by a cunning and ravenous intelligence that few other species held, the monster finally closed down on the sealed door that led into the hall where the Agent was.

And with another shrieking roar, powerful mandibles tore through the metal door, despite it being sealed and made from the best of materials procured by the ADD. Like paper, the metal crumbled under the razor sharp mandibles, along with the front legs of the armored Harvester easily piercing through the metal door, the head already trying to poke through in order to chase down the female.

Just when things couldn't get any worse than they were already...

Minerva was surprised as she got past the two crew members with fairly simple easy, well as much easy as she could muster in her current situation. Her moans were much louder and much more desperate as she could feel the pleasure had built up inside her. She tried to distract herself by turning around to see the progress of the tentacles behind her. Fear had been holding off the rising pleasure so far.

To her surprise the tentacles did not pursue her and had even begun to retreat, that made absolutely no sense. They had her on the ropes and now they simply retreated as if something had called them back. It was clear to the young agent that the creatures were being directed by some sort of intelligence. As she gasped the thrusts of the Crawler became faster she turned back to face the way that she was drifting hoping she would be soon at the hanger.

Then she saw burn marks and her hopes were raised. Had she come across the defenders who had made a stand outside of the hangers to cover the women attempting to escape the ship? Had the creatures backed off the because the defenders firepower had been too much? That had to be it as she drifted down to her would be rescue. However it was not meant to be.

All she came across was discarded and destroyed clothes all over the place. To make matters worse there destroyed the guns destroyed by the creatures that had been taken the crew. That was all that was left of the crew except for small hints of the women's juices on the floor and walls. Some of the traces were smeared as if the women were dragged off. As they were all dragged off in the same direction, the agent could conclude that they were all being to take some place, somewhere big, like a cargo bay or something. Why the agent didn't know? She let out a loud moan as the pleasure from the Crawler was starting to become unbearable.

It was then a loud shrieking roar resounded through the ship followed by the horrible sound what sounded like the ship being torn apart. The agent let out a scream as she reached for something to hold on to for a second as the tearing metal sound died away. It was soon replaced with a loud clicking sound as got starting get closer and closer towards her. Minerva realized she had to get off the ship and get off the ship now. Fortunately for the young woman she was now near the hanger, she quickly dove into the hanger operations room which would so a good view of what craft, hopefully her fighter, would still be left to use. It also would serve as security room for this part of the ship. Though they didn't keep any weapons here, she look on the cameras and see what these creatures were sending after her and what the rest of the creatures were up to.

Safe for the moment within the hangar's security room, the Agent could indeed see where the Harvesters were, and more to the point, what they were up to.

For the most part, it showed most of the Harvesters, now in their advanced stages, carrying off females superbly restrained by the Harvesters still buried within them, still deep in the throes of climaxes that seemed to never stop coming on. Quite a few of the stage one Harvesters could be seen as well, ferreting out the remaining members of the crew that had managed to stay hidden, but not for much longer. And in the hallway, where the monster that had been dispatched to capture her, at first glance all that could be seen was several doors, utterly twisted and torn into pieces with a strength that even some of the most advanced alien species could never ever hope to attain.

It was a strength that was fueled by sheer single-mindedness and aggressiveness. To put it in a quaint way, the unique evolution of the centipede-esque Harvester made it unruly on such a scale that it could scarcely be called anything other than psychotic.

A quick panning of the camera would show the Harvester already at work, shredding yet another sealed door with ease, shrieking loudly as usual, before resuming its unrelenting attack. But then it stopped, only to rear its head back, multiple eyes staring straight at the camera. If anything, it was unquestionable proof of a much deeper intelligence driving the Harvesters on than them being bestial creatures. Quickly, the monster's throat swelled up as its mandibles opened wide, and the thing suddenly projected some sort of liquid at the camera, which shorted out instantly, the corrosive acid dissolving through it impossibly fast. Several more cameras soon followed suit as they were taken out by the damnable Harvester, which soon disappear from view, tearing through the floor and moving in between the decks.

It did not, however, disguise its passage, the sounds of it ripping through metal and circuitry more than enough to pinpoint its general area, and it was clear that the thing was making its way straight for the Agent, slowly but inexorably as the Crawler buried inside her sex that kept on squirming and writhing, tentacles still holding on to her hips and thighs.

Though, with a timing as bad as ever, the Crawler had begun to manipulate the redhead's clitoris, using one of the smaller tentacles it had recently grown from absorbing her juices, the tip of the appendage being covered in tiny protuberances that were exquisitely designed to inflict maximum pleasure upon the tiny bundle of nerves, already made more sensitive by the pheromones that were constantly pumped into the air by both the Harvester inside her and the ship's atmospheric system. All in all, it was a uniquely created erotic hell, one that forced itself upon everyone still on the ship, whenever they liked it or not.

And in the end, they all eventually gave in to their ragged arousal, the Harvesters transforming this hell of theirs into a sexual paradise of nothing but mind-numbing pleasure. The Harvesters had yet to lose, after all.

Minerva drifted over to the consoles on the opposite side of the room from the hanger window as she wanted to see what was going to monitors. The redhead woman continued to let out cries and moans as Crawler continued its relentless thrusting and writhing inside her sex. The agent wound up resting against a chair as she looked up at the monitor and saw what the situation on the ship was. The young woman didn't like what she saw at all.

She saw the two crew members, the one with the green hair and the one that reminded her of Ishtar, began to dragged off by the mass of tentacles that had bound them. Even as the tentacles moved, Minerva could see the women moaning as constant orgasms were overwhelming them. Minerva winced as she let out a sympathy moan and the Crawler thrusted at the exact moment. It terrified the woman that with the Crawler inside her that would be eventually her fate as well.

She looked a way at the other cameras to distract herself from the horrible fate that awaited her. She could see the little crawlers going everywhere on the ship attempting to find the last few holdouts who had so far had remained hidden from the creatures. However as one of the cameras panned, Minerva got the view of something that scared her. She saw the remains of door and most of a wall just floating where she had shut it earlier. The camera continued to pan as it came across the hallway to the next door where the view was filled with a giant creature.

It looked liked a giant centipede as it positioned itself at the door. It let out a loud shriek, one that although camera had no microphones, she could hear as it resonated through the ship. The creature was about the attack the door when it suddenly turned and stared at the camera. It began to puff a for a moment, before it leaned forward and spit some of liquid at the camera. In an instant the monitor screen changed to static as the camera was destroyed. The agent could once again hear the sound of metal shredding as the creature continued to advance.

The agent could only look on in horror as saw another camera go out and then another as the creature shrieked and then metal teared. It was clear that the massive creature was coming after her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Nothing that a naked agent could do with a crawler already molesting her in her flower. The agent pushed away from the monitors as she realized that a defense was no longer possible.

Minerva turned and looked out at the hanger to see if she could see her fighter, maybe she could make an escape that way. But as she looked down into the hanger from the window, she could see a single fighter, a single shuttlecraft, nothing. It looked like when the lucky crewmembers who made to hanger arrived they simply too every ship they had whether it was theirs or not. The agent now realized that she was stranded on this sexual hell ship, left to her fate with these creatures.

There was one thing left for the lieutenant to do, she needed to somehow warn someone what she had learned before she was overwhelmed. Grabbing a nearby earpiece that someone had left on a table, she began trying to get a hold of somebody via its radio. The hanger security room would have to be able to contact the ships in the hanger in case of emergencies, she could only hope it was strong enough for her to reach a nearby fighter or shuttle in space. Of course it was going to be difficult to speak with the Crawler doing its work in her body.

This...ahhh...this is L-lieuten....ohhh....Lieutenant Rocha. I have to...uhhh...have to tell you about the ....ahhh...the creatures that are...ohhh...the Pandora...ahhh...ohhh. They are...uhhhh....they are...uhhhh....vulnerable....to....to...AHHHHHHH! The agent suddenly jerked foward as the Crawler had eveolved ot the point to start manipulating her clit. The pleasure was simply too much as she found herself breasts pressed against the cool glass of the hanger window as she could get a clear view of the hanger and see that the hanger door was still open as the people didn't even bother to close it.

For a few moments she hung there pressed against the glass as she could feel the creature tweaking her clit as it thrusted faster inside her. Slowly she slid down the glass as she wound up on her knees in front of a desk that had a drawer was still open. The person who maned the desk never had the opportunity to grab what was in the drawer so the Harvesters had over looked. But to a desperate young agent, she saw the opportunity to defend herself or at least get even with the centipede attempting to hunt her down. She simply had to hold out and fight off the orgasm a bit longer.

With much of its flesh transformed into the juice-absorbing cilia, countless feelers moving against her inner walls, the Crawler was well into its evolution from the first stage to the second stage, having largely completed the transformation of its tentacles into far more useful forms.

Ignorant to everything that had been going on, the thing had completely focused on pleasuring the Agent, making every other concern secondary. In a way, it easily won the title of 'ultimate sex toy', and in another way, the Harvester was far more than just a mere toy. It wasn't just pleasuring the female, it was getting to know her on an intimate level, exploring every bit of her sex and committing to memory the spots that made her moan the most and concentrating its energies upon those weaknesses of her. Between that and the pheromones, it was no wonder the Harvesters had managed to dominate every female they came across.

Its evolution nearly completed, the Harvester began relaxing the tentacles' hold on her hips and legs, now allowing them to move into position for the next stage. Most of them began sliding upward along her body, applying pressure to her body as they began exploring the rest of her.

It was always disconcerting for many females how the tentacles moved, like hands that kept on gently caressing and squeezing their flesh, wrapping themselves around their prey's chests and back and massaging their bodies. Two of the tentacles did not ignore the rest of the Agent's form, however, instead moving over her behind and fondling the round cheeks of her butt intimately. All the while, the Harvester began to move around even more roughly, allowing the barbs to do their work on her already battered cunt, inflicting as much pleasure as possible, as if it sensed her orgasm approaching and sought the nutrients that was to come with it.

Though, it was almost certainly a sure thing that a burst of adrenaline out of fear would enable the Agent to shrug off this attack when the floor suddenly broke apart as mandibles ripped through them, the rest of the monstrous creature forcing its way out of the hole.

Even though she had seen it on the cameras, the real thing appeared even more imposing, far more dangerous. Marks of lasers and explosives could be seen across the rock-hard armor plates covering nearly the entire length of the monster's body, though it appeared that they had done virtually no damage at all. Furthermore, part of its body had been blackened by a high-yield explosive, the same sort that would have come from a blast that destroyed the gravity control section. And worse of all, it did not hesitate at all as the creature slipped out of the tunnel it had created with sheer strength, entering the hangar security room completely, multiple black orbs staring straight at the Agent as it remained where it was, unnaturally still like a statue, though undeniably appearing quite poised to strike.

It was the predator's silent stance before it moved straight for the kill. Even with the colony directing its actions, manipulating it into destroying the enemies of the colony and ensuring Harvester supremacy, it was still far too unruly to be completely under the colony's control. More deadly than any of the regular aliens fought daily by the ADD.

Minerva moaned and gasped wildly as one hand reached down and held the end of the Crawler with one of her hands. The pleasure was so overwhelming as the Crawler continued to drive closer and closer to her orgasm. Still she kept one hand free grabbing on to the table with all her might to try to keep the orgasm at bay just a little longer. Already she could feel the creature inside her sex beginning to do something, though the redhead didn't know what. Suddenly she felt tentacles begin to relax their grip on her hip and legs.

Slowly most of the tentacles began to upwards wrapping around her breasts once again as more begin to move across her back. Even her rear was not left alone as a pair of tentacles began to wrap around her butt checks and massage them as well. The young woman moans got louder and louder as tried she realized she was nearing the edge. The Crawler seemed to sense it too as it began to move around faster and rougher as it knew it would be a few thrusts more to get the meal it was looking for.

It was then the assault was interrupted as the floor infront of her was ripped to ribbons as giant mandibles worked their way through the tough floor. The centipede like creature had finally found her, Minerva screamed in absolute fear as she finally was able to lay her eyes on the creature. It looked farm more scary in person, as it had hundred of scars from weapons fire on its armor plates. None of them looked like they had to done any real damage and it looked like it had as much effect as small arms fire would have on a tank.

For a moment the creature had sat there staring of at the naked agent as if it was sizing her up. The most disturbed part of it was that it sat there like a statue staring at her with its multiple eyes like a true predator waiting for the proper moment to strike. The surge of adrenalin had protected the redhead from the advances of the Crawler for now and her fear turned into anger. Her hand reached into the drawer and pulled out a large handgun. It must have been someone personal weapon because it wasn't the laser pistols that were standard issue on the Pandora. Okay, looked I armed. I am dangerous. You want me. COME GET ME!!! She pointed the gun at the directly at the centipede knowing it would even scratch it.

The creature let out a shriek and immediately charged expecting the agent to fire ineffectively into the centipede. However as it shrieked, the agent spun and fired into the hanger window, causing it to crack in multiple places and threating to cause the window to collapse. The the agent took one of her hands, that now had the remains of her dress uniform sleeve around it and punched the glass.

The glass suddenly begin to develop many cracks, in fact way too many for the window hold any longer. The redhead immediately grabbed the desk that had been bolted to the floor as the glass shattered and was sucked out into hanger and then out into space. The centipede normally would have to endure this dangerous situation as it would have dug into the floor. But it was caught by total surprise by the agent's surprise tactic and was quickly sucked out the hanger window and through the hanger into space shrieking all the way. The agent desperately hung on to the table to avoid a similar fate as she waited for the hanger window's blast shutters to suddenly slam down and once again seal the room off from space once more.

With a loud shrieking roar, the Harvester sprang into action, gunning completely for the female and ignoring the chemical signs from the colony to not harm her, the sight of a weapon being more than enough to trigger its deadly instincts. Given everything it had gone through, it could not have had any other reaction.

Though, for all of its strength and ferocity, it was still heavily weighted down by the thick armor that nearly covered its entire body, slowing it down considerably and limiting it only to appearing fast through the speed of its reactions. But as fast as it seemed, the Harvester was not fast at all. And it was this that gave the Agent time to do what she had to do. Entirely off guard, the monster was suddenly spaced out of the security room, flailing wildly against the tremendous pressure of being ejected into space. It did not go quietly, however, shrieking loudly as it always did while its thick legs tried to puncture through the floor of the hangar in order to hold on.

It was futile, however, and even despite the beast using its mandibles to hold on, it was still forced out of the hangar bay, flexing and twisting in the coldness of space, its internal heat keeping it going despite the incredible coldness.

And as it floated away, its shrieks no longer heard in the deep of space, the hangar bay began closing the blast doors in order to stabilize the spacious chamber and ensure the ship remain safe. The pressure was still great enough, however, to eventually drag the Agent from the desk where she had been holding on to for dear life. Even without the centipede-monster present, the force of the vacuum was still deadly enough to human beings, especially if one factored in the inevitable impact with the blast walls and the fact that she was wearing practically nothing.

By some strange twist of fate, however... The very thing that had doomed her to what was pretty much a stint in sexual servitude to the Harvesters, was now what saved her from a grisly fate.

Tentacles sprang out, abandoning her body for the time being once the Harvester had sensed mortal peril to itself, and with surprising strength, the appendages wrapped themselves around one of the handles within the security room, dragging the creature and its prey back into the room, long enough until the hangar's doors were closed once again. Now left to the mercy of floating around in the air, the tentacles withdrew from their hold on the handle and returned to the Agent's body, sliding around her mounds in order to squeeze and fondle them, as the rest of the tentacles picked up the pace, the creature entirely focused on pleasuring the redhead.

Even if they weren't as focused as the monstrous brute that had been spaced out the hangar, the Harvesters all showed a surprising amount of tenacity and pursued everything they did with as much vigor as they could muster. It was what made them dangerous, after all, and it was their greatest strength.

Minerva struggled to hand on the table as she could feel body being sucked out of the blast doors, she had only been partially successful. Soon she found herself dangling half in and half out the window, this wasn't what the agent wanted at all. The red head realized that if the blast doors would cut her in half if she didn't figure out a way to get back in the room. She could feel her the earpiece ripped out of her ear as her dress boots were yanked free of her feet drifting out the join the centipede in exploration of deep space. She now was only clad in her knee high black socks. She let go of the gun as she reached out with other hand to reach out for the desk as she struggled to pull herself in, but the best she could do was hold on for dear life.

It was that a pair of tentacles reached out from her body and wrapped themselves around one of the handles in the room. Slowly it began to drag Minerva back into room using its incredible strength to find against the rushing wind as it pulled the poor redhead back into the room. The evolved Crawler held the handle until the blast door came down after what seemed like it like an eternity. The agent sighed as that episode was finally over.

And that was when her savior turned back to her tormentor again. Instantly, the tentacles released their grip on the handle and returned to the young woman's body. They quickly began to wrap around her orbs again and begin to rub and squeeze them together. The other tentacles began their work as well as the creature began to move wildly inside her. The redhead began to loudly moan and gasp as the pleasure once again build inside her again. The agent desperately reached out as let out a moan for the handle hoping that it was in reach. Right now she had no moment and in zero-g that meant she wouldn't be able move at all unless she had something to kick or push off against and she would be at the complete mercy of the creature in her sex.

As stuck as she was in zero gravity, the redhead was completely at the mercy of the Harvester, which as usual took advantage of it by forcing as much pleasure on her as it could as it followed its primal instincts.

Throughout the entire warship, it was no different as females in the clutches of the insidious parasites were brought to orgasm again and again, utterly dominated by their captors. By now, many of them had been taken to the new heart of the ship, the vast cargo bay where the colony had relocated itself to and was now expanding at an extraordinary rate, absorbing the Harvesters that had grown to their final stages and assimilating their flesh into its own, strengthening itself. Absolutely nothing else mattered. The needs of the colony was paramount and took priority over all other needs, after all. It was why, even now, the colony was now producing stronger forms of Harvesters to serve as guardians.

The centipede-esque monster the redhead had ejected from the ship was simply only the first of them. Without the knowledge of their weakness, it wasn't looking good for the ADD if they decided to try and retake the vessel.

And now, there was nothing for the Harvester to fear, with virtually all of the females in their grasp, and what few that weren't, they were either dealing with the hunters or would be found soon enough. The only thing to do now for the Harvesters was to adapt the ship to their needs, and this was what was going on now. Living flesh steadily snaking its way into the machinery, covering up walls, and slowly taking over the ship.

The only hope the vessel had rested in the hands of a redhead that already had her back to the walls with the Harvester trying to subdue her through pleasure, one of the security room's cables floating in midair from the lack of gravity.

It was just barely within reach.

Minerva's eyes went wide as she let out a cry of passion as the creature hit a particularly sensitive area in her flower. She could feel the tentacles exploring her body. The way the tentacles were wrapped around her rounded rear, the way they rubbed her back, the way they massaged and squeezed her swollen breasts. She let out a moan as she felt her breasts were rolled together and then apart. She could smell the pheromones that were being pumped through the ship's environmental system into the room and mixed with the scent that the Harvester was releasing. It was all so hard to resist and she could feel the pleasure inside rising. It had seemed that this creature had finally won, without being able to move she was at the Harvester's complete mercy.

Or so it seemed, as the agent let out another moan her head turned up a bit more and there she saw something that would giver her a fighting chance. Dangling in the middle of the room was a cable, it appeared to be a heavy duty cable that was designed to hold down one of the computers in case of accidental decompression. It didn't exactly keep the computer in place, but as she could see it did keep that computer inside the room. And now the redhead could use it to move, if she could only just.....reached.....it.

G-g-got it. AH! Her hand barely could reach the cable and wrap around the strand in the middle room. But that was all she needed, she pulled on it as hard as she could. She began to drift towards and past the cable; once again able to go on a mission. The young woman gasped as the Harvester continued its erotic work inside and outside her. She needed to warn the rest of the ADD about what was going on here. She had to get the to the communications room, she had to warn the others. Before she succumbed to the creatures as well.

As the agent got near one of the wall she pushed off and headed to the doorway. She was going to need to find something to defend herself as she made her way to the communications. With luck she would find another fire extinguisher on the way there. As Minerva winced as the creature squirmed inside her sex, she realized she might have to get creative. Fortunately, the cafeteria was also along the route she had chosen to take.