So near to the colony now, the Guardian kept on moving as the tentacles kept on raping Minerva, uncaring of anything save for the opportunity to draw in more of her sex juices. Already, the changes were spreading faster the more they absorbed from her, and somehow, this was attracting more of the Harvesters as the Guardian began to pass by various lifeforms in different stages, all of their attention drawn to the female on its back. It was also difficult to not notice that the walls were no longer like the rest of the ship. Indeed, already, several decks had been transformed into Harvester flesh, pulsating with life and malevolence.

And it was not only Harvester flesh that met Minerva. Her ears, too, were battered by the moaning of all those that had been captured and dominated by the Harvesters, in such numbers that it must have been difficult to even hear oneself think. Upon entering the cargo hold, the tentacles finally moved Minerva again, lifting her off the Guardian's back and depositing her down onto the fleshy floor, slick with slime. Then, she was finally freed from the Guardian's grasp, the tentacles withdrawing from her holes and body. Though, she was left to move under her own power, and after what had happened to her, there couldn't have been that much power left. All around her, the women of the Pandora were held down by the nest. Many lined the walls, their legs and arms held in place by Harvester flesh, unable to move even as they were ravaged by tentacles, drawing on their juices. Upon the floor, yet more women were held in place by some sort of fleshy chair that forced their legs apart and held their arms in place, as Crawlers made use of their bodies to evolve beyond their first stage forms. And yet again, many more women were forced onto all fours, held in place by tentacles as advanced stage Harvesters had their way with them, growing even stronger.

And in the heart of it all, taking up the center of the vast chamber, a massive Harvester sat, rooted to the floor and reaching all the way up to the ceiling, its flesh slowly taking over the ship. This was clearly the controlling intelligence of the Harvesters, the 'brain' that coordinated their efforts in the quest to assimilate and evolve. Though, it did not look much more than a fleshy pillar, there was a massive eye in the middle, surrounded by eyes ranging from the size of manholes to as small as basketballs, staring back at Minerva, almost as if it was studying her.

And from behind, the Guardian closed its hand upon her neck, dragging her up onto her feet. With a threatening growl, it pushed her forward, leaving her no room to fight back. Especially when her body was saturated with the slime, and the room held pheromones in such numbers that it couldn't fail to lure anyone further into servitude to the Harvesters.

Minerva continued to make more and more moans and gasps, as she felt the tentacles thrust in and out of her ravished body. As they seemed to be getting close to where the Harvesters had chosen to nest as she watched more and more Harvesters come out to view her and nearly naked as she was being brought in as a prize for the hive. In the moments where she could be focus, she noticed that the very walls had been changed into flesh, pulsating as if somehow the ship itself into a living member member of the Harvesters. It was she notices the cries, the moans, the gasps of the crew of Pandora many of the ones she saw earlier who had fought and lost against the Harvester. There were way too many sounds for the young woman to even guess how many could actually be here. It was then she was brought into the cargo room turned Harvester home. The smell of sex and pheromones was so overpowering.

The last thing was expected was for the Guardian to put her on the ground but that was exactly what the creature did. It even let her her go, its tentacles withdrawing from her body as she lay on the fleshy floor that was slick with slime that coated her body. The most disturbing part was she could feel a heartbeat as she lay there. Slowly but defiantly, she began to pick herself off the floor evetntually put herself in a sitting position.

Minerva's eyes went wide in surprise as she could see all around her the women of Pandora. Many were mounted on the walls they bodies being ravished by tentacles as their juices were being used to feed the hive itself, as others were bound to some sort of weird chair held in place as the Crawlers continued their erotic work. Most however were bound or all fours as the hive larger creatures enjoyed them using, the juices they collected to make them stronger. The young woman looked on with absolute dread wondering what role she would be forced to serve. Already she could feel something staring at her body as if to peer into her very soul.

The redhead looked up and over as she saw the thing that controlled this lust pit. It was the largest Harvester she had seen to date, in fact from the way it looked, it was the hive itself. It had one massive eye surrounding by many other eyes staring at her naked body, a body that still somehow had maintained her black knee high socks. She could feel it studying her body as if it looking over some sort of great prize. Suddenly the Guardian grabbed her by the neck, forcing the poor girl to her feet. Her hands instantly wrapped around his wrist, but he was way too strong. A growl let her know that if she did anything to break the grip, her life would be forfeit in an instant. It pushed her forward to her fate....

Still being forced forward, the agent was quite helpless to do anything but keep on moving, especially when the Guardian was the one pushing her ahead, its grip on her neck less than tender. Before long, the two were standing before the colony's heart itself, the eyes still measuring her up. It did not speak or do anything, but something was happening, that much was obvious. For one, the pheromones seemed to have gotten stronger for a moment, as the colony 'spoke' to the Guardian, dismissing it for the time being.

No longer needed, the Harvester released its hold on Minerva and began moving away, heavy footsteps thudding against the fleshy ground. Left on her own, the redhead went untouched by any of the other Harvesters, even ignored as they kept on using the willing females they had captured, the moans and cries of pleasure continuing unabated.

Though, the colony did not ignore her as the others had. Instead, it merely kept on watching her. That was not all it did, though. At the base of the pillar, some sort of protuberance began to swell out of the fleshy ground, growing larger by the minute. Before long, a sizable mound had been made by the colony, different from any of the prisons holding their female captives. Then, the mound suddenly split apart, much like a great flower blooming, the surface dividing into various sections as the interior of the thing was revealed, full of smaller tentacles... or rather, larger versions of the cilia found upon the phallus of all Harvesters, the thing responsible for absorbing the juices of a female.

The strangest thing was that the way it opened itself up, it was now shaped like a chair, for the agent to seat herself on. And nearly in the middle of the thing, a phallic-like appendage was position, swaying in the air slightly. And as if it was waiting for Minerva to seat herself, the eyes of the colony stared at her more intently, their glares growing hard, almost challenging her to refuse. From behind, the growls of the Guardian could be heard still.

The agent kept be pushed forward, the Guardian not allowing her to keep from slowing down or divert her path. Soon the two were standing right in front of the eyes as they continued to look her over up and down her body. The redhead felt humiliated as she wanted to hide her body, but the grip on her neck prevented her from doing anything. The young woman felt a blast of pheromones for a moment as the the Guardian looked at the giant creature. Then suddenly the Guardian let her go and wandered off, leaving the young woman rubbing her own neck.

The young woman looked in disbelief as the Guardian had wandered off, unsure why it let her go. Not that she could go anywhere, she was completely surrounded by the Colony trapped between what much be hundreds of Harvesters. Still they simply ignored her continuing to use the willing female crew members that were already in their grasp. Soon the redhead realized, that it was the pheromones, they used them to communicate with each other. And the rest of the Harvesters had been told she was off limits, she didn't understand why.

Minerva could feel she the giant creature continue to stare at her, she turned back to huge pillar of a monster. It was then she noticed a large bulge form at the base of the creature. She could only stare wide-eyed as it got bigger and bigger until it slighty larger than her. Then it suddenly split apart its interiors dividing and dividing again. Soon it filled with many tentacles as they hovered around waiting for a guest to sit in.

The mound continued to evolve as soon shaped itself a chair...a chair that looked like it would perfectly fit the redhead. She could see some sort of phallic appendage in the center of the seat swaying in the air as if waiting for the young woman to sit down. It was clear that she was suppose to sit in the chair and most of her....slime covered body wanted to sit down in the chair to be pleasured by the phallus. Still there was one last attempt by her will to keep her from the chair. She could step back, but her mind wouldn't let her step forward. She heard a growl from the Guardian, the agent knew that she would be forced to sit in the chair, but she did have her pride.

Cruelty is a sign of intelligence. It was clear that many of the Harvesters were instinctual creatures, driven by primal urges and genetic programming that they did not truly understand but followed nonetheless. Still, that did not include the colony, its eyes still glaring straight at Minerva, seeing her inaction despite the quantity of slime she had been saturated in as a sign of great inner strength. A strength that the colony could profit from, that all Harvesters could benefit from.

Instead of forcing her or calling forth Harvesters like the Guardian to do the task, the colony had another thing in mind. It was being deliberately cruel, using what it had learned of the ADD in the battles between them and the Harvesters. Compared to the efficient and single-minded Harvesters, the agents of the Pandora was weak. They cared for each others. They fought for each others. It was a weakness that the colony now exploited. One of the captured agents near Minerva was released from her bonds. Weakly yet out of pleasure, she groaned as she fell onto the fleshy floor, only to be dragged up onto her knees by one of the Harvesters.

And from one of the fleshy tunnels that went beyond the cargo hold, rapid clicking could be heard. The familiar sounds of a Thrasher, another one grown by the colony to replaced the one that had been discarded by Minerva. It was not as large nor as armored as the first had been but it was getting there, clearly. Instead of forcing the agent physically, the Thrasher went straight for the 'freed' captive, only to open it's mandibles before closing them around the woman's neck, nearly decapitating the female. A single push was all it would take to send the woman's head rolling on the floor, and it was clear from the way the female was groaning in pain as she tried to free herself from the Thrasher.

The eyes that had been watching the whole thing then shifted back to Minerva, narrowing in defiance of her remaining willpower. The loss of a single female did not matter to it, not when there was a superior one to replace it. In a way, it was the greatest proof of intelligence in the Harvesters. Was there any wonder how they had taken over the ship so easily now?

Minerva watched as the Harvesters continued to go about their work leaving the mostly naked agent alone even as she balked at sitting on the seat that was specially created for her. It was then she heard a thud as one of the crewmembers fell off the wall. The redhead turned and looked over, it was the blue haired crewmember she saw in the hallway earlier. The woman was moaning still under the effects of the slime and the pheromones, a Harvester soon came over to her and dragged the poor crewmember to her knees. The crewmember wasn't her younger sister, but the resemblance was very close and Minerva's heart felt crushed to see what was happening to the young woman.

It was then that the Harvesters showed exactly how much they already learned about human women. Already, Minerva heard the sounds of clicks as a Thrasher, she felt nervous as she wasn't even armed with a weapon this time. The Thrasher appeared and immediately raced over to blue haired crewmember and immediately grabbed her by the neck of the poor woman. It became clear that with a single twitch it would chop her head off. It became clear that if she was going to live, Minerva had to surrender to the will of the Hive.

No, no, no. Don't harm her. I'll do what you want. Just don't harm her. Slowly the agent move over to the chair as she made making a big show of heading over to it. She wanted all the Harvesters to know what she was doing so they wouldn't harm the crewmember. Slowly she sat down on the fleshy chair as her body slowly went down on the phallus like thing in the middle of the chair.

The eyes of the colony watched as agent finally did as she was expected to, the show of cruelty a successful trick. It would remember to use that for the next time more of the ADD came to retrieve their fellow agents. Just like lambs to the slaughter. Because of that, the colony knew it would be wise to begin developing more combat forms among the Harvesters, especially if the nest was to survive reprisal. For the time being, however, with Minerva being coerced into doing as the colony wished for her to do, it was time to draw on that strength of her.

As if to say that the colony was pleased, more pheromones were released into the air, and following this the Thrasher released the blue-haired female from its mandibles before retreating. She, however, did not remain free as tentacles suddenly pulled her back onto the fleshy wall, reinforcing their hold on her before plunging her into a world of unceasing orgasms and ecstasy. It wouldn't be long before the agent followed her into that same world. As she seated herself into the tentacle-chair, the phallic member positioned itself to meet her heated sex, sliding in easily as the barbs pushed themselves into her tight tunnel, stretched by the thing's girth.

It was only once that Minerva had settled onto the 'seat, the phallus completely buried within her flower, that the fleshy chair began to move somewhat. While her body rested completely on the small tentacles, some of them began to extend, sliding over her arms, legs, and even her chest in order to bind her to the trap. The sections of the mound began to close around her body, trapping her into a hell of a sorts as tentacles began to flow all around her body, squeezing and groping her everywhere with the skill that only thin tentacles possessed.

Even as the phallus began to squirm within her sex, forcing her to feel pleasure, tentacles began to bury themselves into her ass, sliding in and out of her rear quickly. And to keep her subservient, one of the sections began developing a longer tentacle, which then plunged into the agent's mouth, sliding down her throat, forcing Minerva to breath through her nose as it slowly pumped more of the slime into her body. As covered as her body was by the tentacles, it was now constantly bathed in the slime as well, along with her every breath taken being filled with nothing but concentrated doses of the pheromones.

As Minerva sat down in the chair, she watched the Thresher release the blue haired crewmember and back off. Before the young woman even understood what had happened, tentacles wrapped around the young woman and pulled her back into the flesh wall. Just like that the woman went to from getting her head ripped off to once more being used for the hive's benefit once again.

The redhead soon discovered she would be used the same way, she suddenly let out a loud cry as the phallic member in the chair pushed deep into her flower. She could feel her sex being stretched by the size of the member as its barbs began to stimulate her wet sex. It was then that the chair began to move. Tentacles seemed to sprout from every direction securing her arms, her legs, even her chest just to make sure she would never escape. Everywhere it felt like her body was being groped and squeezed as tentacles danced over her body.

Minerva let out another cry of passion as she felt tentacles dive into her rear and to match the pace of the the phallus in her body. As her mouth was open a tentacle dove into her mouth and began to pump slime down her throat. The tentacles also began to produce slime. The young woman made muffled moans as she felt the pleasure began to rise with in her body. It would not be long before her cries and moans joined the rest of the women in the hive as she was too finally be used by the Hive to increase its strength....