With the door sealed and all of its attention turned upon the handmaiden, the Hunter was being particularly observant of An now, peering in close toward her face with its intimidating visage, almost as if it was staring down at her. Uttering only a deep growl, the Hunter closed a hand which held far more thin fingers than any creature should have had around the female's cheeks, holding her face in place.

With its mouth opening up wide, the Harvester held itself over An, forcing her to look upward as a similar feeding tube slid out of the creature's maw, covered in slick slime as it began doing the same thing the Harvesters had done to Enru; trying to force the tube into her mouth so that they could reduce her into naught but an cooperative slave with no thought of resistance in her head and only a desire for more pleasure.

For Octavia, however, who was safely behind the sealed door and had begun making her way into a relatively safe part of the station... It would not remain safe for long as smaller life forms began filtering into that part of Muse Station, utilizing the vents as usual, though just like the rest of the station, the empty corridors and and rooms were just as heavy with pheromones.

Unlike the other handmadien, An didn't look away as the creature moved towards her. If she could get one of her arms free she would have punched it in the face even as it growled at her. Still she was absolutely powerless as the spider creature reached out and grabbed her face as if it to study it for a moment. It was then that its mouth opened up as it got still closer, a tube sliding out of its maw dripping with slime. The brown haired handmaiden closed her mouth as she was determined to resist to the last.

Meanwhile, Octavia was slightly overcome by the sense of dread and determination. The pink haired princess began looking around for any indication of for a communications room or escape pod or something that would enabled her to get word to the fleet to send a rescue party. She could feel herself a tad arousal, but assumed that it was the excitement of the moment not realizing her royal genes enabling her to resist the pheromones better than a commoner would. Still her highness didn't have the slightest clue that smaller Harvesters were tracking her through the vents of Muse Station.

Unlike the other handmaiden, the Hunter was not as inept at handling humanoid bodies as the others. A deep growl emanted from the open maw of the Hunter as it began using its fingers to forcibly wedge the female's mouth open, keeping her from closing again no matter how hard she tried to bite down. Without any resistance, the tube slipped into her mouth as slime began to flow out, filling her mouth and throat as the Harvester forced her to swallow lest she choked on it.

As for the Princess, the Harvesters were slowly yet steadily catching up to the Trixian through the ventilation system, staying well out of sight and far too small to make any sound that could be heard. Despite the heavy levels of pheromones, the Princess was drawing closer and closer to the more important sections of Muse Station, signs showing their respective rooms to be those belonging to security and administration. Only several corridors down would bring Octavia to one of her targets, the communications room, which was in shambles as if it had been attacked before, tattered clothes strewn around. But apart from that, it was empty and safe for the moment.

An tried not to shutter as she heard the spider creature growl in front of her, the creature was clearly not amused by her continued resistance. It took one hand and put it against her mouth, slowly forcing her lips and then her jaw open for the creature's tube. The creature then pushed the tube into her mouth and the slime began to into mouth. In a matter of moments the slime filled her mouth, and the poor brown haired handmaiden was forced to swollen alot of it. Already she could feel herself becoming more docile, she tried to resist but she didn't have the genes that her princess had...

Meanwhile, the pink haired princess found herself travelling down empty rows of corridors, she could not hear anything or see any signs of life. If it was not for what she encountered earlier and the fact she was still being somewhat aroused, she would have assumed that the station was abandoned. The young royal didn't realize that some Harvesters were still hot on her tail traveling silently through the vents, she could only assume she was safe until those creatures finally forced the door open. Octavia soon came across one of rooms she was looking for, the communications room.

However the room was a mess, it was clear that whatever had attacked this station had been here earlier. There was papers and head seats all over the room, but worse to the poor princess was the fact there was tattered clothes scattered everywhere. The fact there was no blood only added to mystery on what the attackers were up too. Octavia looked at the the controls and sighed, being a princess she never had to learn how these controls worked. The pink haired princess could only try turning on buttons and hoped that she could get a microphone working to get a message for help out.

Utilizing its hands to keep the handmaiden's mouth shut so that she would keep on consuming the slime from the feeding tube, the Hunter stared down at her with its maw open, watching as her body slowly gave in to the nefarious poison it was pumping into her body. Before long, the same effects that had befallen Enru, the body heating up with wanton desire and all thoughts of resistance being stripped away from the mind, had begun to spread through An.

As much of a mess as it was, thankfully it had not been damaged much in the attack. Most of the equipment appeared to be more advanced than the usual, which was given that the station was built for the purpose of technological advancement in all sorts of fields. That said, randomly turning on buttons and switches, as tedious as it might have been, did eventually pay off as one of the headsets crackled into life, the signal restored. There was only static on the receiving end, however, as it had been somewhat damaged when the wearer had been ambushed. Still, there was the possibility that it could still transmit a message to someone. Along with the possibility that there was no one to receive the message.

Unable to close her mouth or stop the flow slime into her, An had no choice but the swallow more of the liquid. The poor brown haired Trixian could see the creature's head and its giant mouth as it stared her down. Still slowly the poor handmaiden could feel her body begin to fill with lust and her will fading away as the slime began to effect inside her body, soon she was just like Enru.

Octavia flipped every switch she could see, pressed every button that would light up, turned every dial; anything to to get the communications to work. Eventually one of the headsets crackled, a sign that that it was working, at least partially working. Quickly the pink haired princess put the headset on was overcome by the former user's residual fear. She took a second to shake off the emotion, as her psychic power did not help her right now. She couldn't hear anything so she could only assume that it could not receive messages. Her highness wasn't sure if it could send messages, but it had to, it simply had to.

This is her Highness, Princess Octavia, House of Bellatrix, of the Trixian Hegemony. To the Trixian Royal Fleet or anyone who can help, I am trapped on the Muse Station. My and my entourage have been attacked by some sort of creatures that have taken over the station. I do not know what the creatures are, but they have already captured my hand maidens. Please send what ever you can. Thank you and may the Goddess look over you. The royal repeated the message a few more times, completely unaware that the Harvesters were already closing in on her position.

With her will faltering before the slime, it did not take long before the Harvesters came to collect An, tentacles ensuring that she was unable to do anything but be trapped in place and forced to keep on swallowing, becoming more and more cooperative. Before long, she would be carried off to join Enru as another of the Harvesters' sources of sustenance.

And it was that the Harvesters began to turn all of their focus upon the sole remaining Trixian. With the larger forms all but useless against a door designed to stand up to the strongest of enemies, requiring nothing less than a Thrasher to break through. With no Thrashers aboard, it fell to the lesser strains to seek her out and capture her themselves while the colony continued to spread through the station, growing and evolving as it did so...

The communication equipment continued to crackle with static, no messages of assurance or any confirmation of help coming, the Princess would be left with the fragile hope that her message had gotten through somehow, that help was coming.

Unaware of it, though, her message had indeed been received. More than that, it was being answered in the form of Kast warships being deployed from Tortuga, along with plenty of soldiers and weapons meant to deal with the infestation as they already had received a message of loose Harvesters from a certain doctor and had been paid to deal with it. And with them, naturally, came the warlord and his desire to test himself against the Harvesters.

An was now the at completely mercy of the Hunter as she became more and more addicted to the slime. The brown haired woman could only watch helpless as more creatures approached the trapped woman. Soon their tentacles wrapped around the poor handmaiden as they soon replaced the Hunter as another source of the highly addictive slime. The young woman felt a twinge of guilt that she could no longer protect her princess as the creatures began to take her way, but those began to fade as she became concerned where her naked body was being taken to.

Meanwhile the pink haired princess was getting frustrated that she could not here anything on the headset. The young royal ripped the headset off her head and thew it down to control panel. She was going to have to hope that the somehow the word got out and that help was on the way. She took a second to catch her breath as she finally let the rush of adrenaline flow out of her. She had been too busy trying to get away from the creatures that had caught her contingent of Royal Guard, too busy trying to get out a message on this communication equipment, to feel what came next. So when it did hit, it hit in spades, it was fear, raw fear.

Octavia realized that she was now alone on this station with all these awful creatures everywhere. She was not only alone but she was was alone and unarmed, easy prey for whatever the creatures were. The young woman for a moment was overcome with her emotions as she slowly dropped to the floor and curled up into a ball. Little did she realize that she was projecting that fear, so that anyone a short distance away would feel her fear. To make matters worse the heat in communications room was starting to get unbearable especially with the way the princess was curled up.

The young woman took a moment to remove her half jacket leaving the Trixian clad still in her strapless formal purple and white dress. As she put her jacket down on the floor, the Princess looked at the remains of tattered jacket nearby. It was then that the young royal looked around the room, everywhere she could see that there was torn clothes scattered through out the area. Instantly the pink haired princess slapped herself gently with a hand on either side of her face. It had dawned on her that if she stayed here she would join the same fate at whatever befell the people in this room.

No. That's not going to happen. I am not going to sit here and accept it, Octavia said outloud to bolster her will. She stood up as she began to think of a plan of action. The door that kept the creatures out was probably still shut, so she would not be able to make it back to the Royal Shuttle. However, there must be some escape pods or other craft somewhere on this side of the station, if she could find it she would be able to get away. She just had to find them.

The young woman looked back at the communication panels, unfortunately all the information was being displayed in whatever was the native language of the station staff. Octavia could only read Trixian so it was all gibberish to her and while there was a map on a nearby wall she had no any of the rooms were. So the Princess was forced to study the map carefully on the wall to try to figure out which room was which, all the while she did not realize she under a vent.

All the while, the Harvesters had been making their way through the ventilation system, as they were still small enough to maneuver around easily, unfortunately enough for the Trixian. It took them some time, given the size of the station itself, but eventually a Crawler managed to catch whiff of the Trixian nearby and began making its way toward its prey. As the female examined the map, barely able to make head or tail out of it, her stalker quietly arrived and remained still, perched at the now open vent.

Then, without any ado, the creature leaped down from the vent, landing on the back of the Trixian royal, its tentacles springing into action and binding itself around the female's body, keeping itself tight against Octavia as to prevent her from shaking or tearing it off. With the vent entirely open thanks to the Crawler, the pheromones being pumped out by the colony was beginning to flow into the room more quickly with no filter in the way now...

Octavia screamed when she felt something jump on her bare back. The young woman did what stumbled backwards as she threw her arms up and backwards to try to creature off her. However the creature had already wrapped its tentacles around her arms and chest of the pink haired princess's nubile frame. She runs into the communication panel as she struggles to pull the creature off her back. Unfortunately it was too tightly wrapped around her body for the royal's arms to pull them off of her.

The worse part of it all the was that the Trixian felt a little aroused by all this. She looked up and realized that their was a vent directly over where she had been standing just a moment ago. A vent that now hung open and swing in its own breeze, it was where the creature had come from. And if it came that way, that meant more must be on the way. The young woman eyes were wide with panic as she realized she had to get out of the room. Immediately, the Princess flight instinct kicked in as she ran out of the room with the creature on her back.

Indeed, as she might have feared, more Crawlers had begun to swarm out of the open vent, slumping down onto the floor just as the Trixian fled the communication room. Despite the fact that she had not yet give in like all the others, the Crawlers were not dissuaded from the chase and merely took after her, albeit in a slow fashion. What did speed matter, though, when the Crawler on Octavia's back was releasing yet more pheromones, both to try and overwhelm the Trixian and to leave a trail behind for the others to chase her down.

All the while, the Crawler bound to Octavia's back had begun its slow descent down her body, tentacles moving one at a time, each movement slow and sure as to prevent her from gaining an advantage over the tiny creature and its deceptively strong grip on her body. To make matters worse, the Crawler had already harvested some of the juices of other females before being removed as they had been taken to the growing colony, thus it had more fuel than the ordinary Crawler, new tentacles growing out of its end and slithering over Octavia's shoulders, forcing their way into the fabric she was wearing to begin the task of teasing her into sexual submission...

Even as the princess ran out of the room she looked back briefly, in horror she could see more of the creatures falling out of the vent on to the floor with a sicking thud. The first one fell out of the vent seemed to be briefly disoriented before they began to move in the direction of the royal, even as more fell out of the vent. Octavia screamed again as she ran out of the door and down the hallway.

The poor princess was not sure where she was going she just wanted to get away from the creatures that were falling out of the vent in ever increasing number. Worse she could could feel the creature on her body continuing to move down her body slowly but surely it tentacles keeping a tight grip on the poor princess slender body. The princess reached down and tried to pull away the tentacles but they were simple too strong. Soon she felt something wrap around each of her shoulders. The poor woman looked in horror as the tentacles soon reached down towards her strapless gown. Soon the tentacles had pushed into her top of her dress slowly going after breasts...

Try as she might, with the strength available to her, the Trixian had no chances of wedging the creature away from her body, not when it was clinging to her with extraordinary strength despite the thinness of its appendages. When it came to the Harvesters, appearances could be deceiving. For all of their various forms and the countless possibilities still buried within their flesh, the genetic wealth of so many species lurking within as if sealed within a time capsule... They were still creatures that could evolve to surmount any kind of challenge. The element of surprise was, in a way, forever on their side. It was a genetic game of chance. It was the proverbial magician's hat, with no way of knowing what one might drag out.

And it was merely a Crawler that had the Trixian princess in its grasps. She was sure to be doomed if any of the larger organisms finally caught up to her. If she had only known about the creatures' crippling weaknesses to extreme heat and cold...

The Harvester continued to edge its way downward, now nestled against the small of her back. It was then that the thing stopped moving, remaining where it was as it began to focus more on the tentacles, pushing them to explore the Trixian's body even as several found their way into the fabric of her dress, now working on dragging it off her body, however clumsily. The rest kept a tight hold on her even as the two tentacles began to coil around her breasts, squeezing and teasing them forcefully, as if it was trying to push her further into a submissive state like all the others...

Octavia continued to move down the hallway as best she could. However she no longer attempting to run, instead she was moving at a fast walking pace as she continued to attempt to the pull the tentacles off her chest. However they were too tightly attached to her for her to be able to remove them. Worse she was not even slowing down the creature's efforts as it moved down the front of her dress. The young woman could feel the dress slip a bit as tentacles moved down and began to coil around her breasts.

The pink haired princess let out a gasp as she felt the tentacles begin to squeeze and massage her orbs rather quickly. The poor royal could feel her mounds begin to swell with arousal. The young woman stumbled backwards into a wall as she let more gasps as she struggled to pull the tentacles off. It was futile, but in her panic state she still attempted to pull the creature off her. Her efforts were simply helping the creature as she pulled down a bit of dress in front exposing her perk breasts. She continued to gasp, not realizing that the pheromones were slowly taking effect, though at reduced amount due to her natural resistance to it.

The royal slowly began moving forward again as she looked for something, anything to help her. By now the creature had settled against the small of her back, it other tentacles working on a new goal. She was so focused on what was going on in front of her, the Princess did not notice other tentacles moving into the fabric of her dress, working to loosen the material. It was at slow pace at first, hardly even noticeable. Eventually when enough of the dress was loose enough it fell to the floor, taking the pink haired beauty by complete surprise.

Ahhhhh! Octavia fell forward as her legs were wrapped up in her own dress. She hit the hallway's floor pretty hard and it took her a second to regain her senses. By then she realized she was only clad in her pink, frilly, panties. The creature was still on her, unfazed, by the sudden fall and hard at work attempting to seduce her. The royal immediately looked around looking for something to help her. She spotted nearby a door, a door with a big plaque on top of it. Though the Princess could not read the writing on it, she knew it had to important. If she could only get over to it, she was sure she would find salvation....

The Crawler had indeed been hard at work manipulating the Trixian into such a state, not perturbed by the fall she had taken once the dress had gotten entangled around her feet. Instead, it had made use of the female's momentary surprise and disorientation to wrap more of its tentacles around her body. By now, she would find it quite difficult to move, with tentacles firmly wrapped her thighs and arms, strong enough to prevent her from moving freely anymore.

All the while, the tentacles groping and teasing her breasts had not lessened any, instead growing in intensity as they virtually manhandled her, the tips opening up to reveal little suckers that soon latched themselves onto her hard nipples and were now pulling on them rather vigorously. Then, as if to make matters worse for Octavia, the creature made use of its last free tentacle, entwining the appendage around her panties and tugged on it hard, as if trying to tear them away.

Instead of tearing the pink lingerie away, the Harvester only managed in forcing the Princess' undergarment to rub hard against her sex, the fabric pulled tight against her nether lips and sliding up and down between them, unwittingly forcing yet more pleasure onto her body. Unaware of this, the creature kept on tugging and tugging, the constant and increasingly insistent action pushing her further and further into the Harvesters' trap...