The only good thing about all of this was that help had nearly arrived in the form of a Kast battle group, it would simply be but a matter of time until everyone was rescued and the dangerous Harvesters crushed. Until then, they simply had to wait as they were forced to put up with the Harvesters' virtually limitless need for their bodies.

Now that Her Highness was finally awaken, the hive was alerted by this development and indeed had begun pumping more pheromones into the chamber that held the Trixian, humiliatingly mounted against the wall as if she were some trophy for the monstrous Harvesters. It was some time before a Harvester came, one of the apertures spreading apart to allow the fearsome organism into the chamber. Unlike many of the Harvesters that the Princess and her handmaidens had seen during their attempt to escape from them, this one was far different. Where others had grown by evolving new features and functions into their bodies, this one appeared as if it had been originally an humanoid being, but twisted and warped into a new and terrifying form.

Its lower half appeared very much like some sort of spider-like creature, similar to the Hunters that had captured Octavia's handmaidens, but where their bodies had been primarily fleshy, this Harvester was virtually armored in a tough exoskeleton. From the waist up, the creature appeared very much like a humanoid being, except with three sets of arms, similarly hardened by armor-like flesh. Its face, most disconcerting of all, appeared least monstrous. It was like looking at a man that had been born without skin, but despite that, the creature was indeed covered in a skin of its own, it simply did not look like it.

Worst of all, the royal would feel psychic tendrils touching down against her mind, and they felt quite strange. Just as alien, just as malevolent, but at the same time, it was strangely familiar. It was as if she was staring into a psychic mirror...

Then it spoke, in perfect Trixian. "Has this one rested enough?"

Unfortunately for the poor Princess, she had no idea that her distress message had the been received and that help was on the way. As far as the poor pink haired woman knew there would be no one to rescue her from the fate she know that found her self in. The young did not know if she was even on the station.

Even as she remained mounted on the wall as if she was some sort of special prize, more pheromones were being pumped into chamber. Soon the poor woman was getting restless as she felt the need to be touched, perhaps even explored. The pheromones were now able to effect the poor royal fairly easily. She desperately wanted attention from something until the one of the walls seemed on the opposite side of the room. Her Highness head immediately looked up and across at what seemed to be was coming towards. Even as she did so her swollen breasts bounced a bit, forcing the poor royal to let out a gasp. What she saw immediately terrified the poor woman.

The creature looked like it that it was at least partially humanoid, it looked completely different than the other Harvesters that had been chasing after her however long ago. The creature seemed to have a tough armored shell and had three arms. The creature looked like it had no skin, yet it seemed to be moving around without any ill-effects. The look simply terrified the poor Princess. The only thing that let her know that it was that it was a Harvester, was that it had spider-like legs just like the other creatures that captured her handmaidens. And the worse was yet the come.

She could feel the creature reaching out to her psychically. It felt familiar and alien all at once. Still she could feel the evilness in its psychic intrusion into her head. Still it felt like she was feeling something that was the opposite of her and yet the same.

But the big revelation was when the creature spoke in Trixian. Being trapped on the wall with the creature was the worse feeling in the world. Still somehow the Princess did not forget her heritage. I am Her Royal Highness, Princess Octavia, House of Bellatrix. I demand that you release me at once!

The Harvester only stared at the Princess, seemingly ignoring what she had said. After a moment, the creature turned its attention away from Octavia, uttering a grating chuckle, as if its vocal chords had only been bio-engineered for speaking and not for laughing, a problem that would soon be corrected. Rather surprisingly however was how the fleshy restrains keeping Octavia bound against the wall seemed to retract, allowing her to slide down onto her feet. Free now of her restraints, the Trixian royal was left where she was without any further actions taken against her.

The creature looked back at her, seeming to be quite interested in her. "Release. Emancipate, discharge, unshackle, liberate. This one has been released. Does this please this one?" The creature then leaned in close, the distance between their heads melting away in an instant as it spoke once more. "We have learned much about this one, from those that serves this one. Many questions answered, many more without answers. This one is Princess Octavia, born of Bellatrix. We are... Who are we?" It then moved away, giving Octavia more space as it pondered the question of its identify.

Octavia watched that as the creature seemed to simply stared at the naked princess in her curvaceous beauty. For a moment she was not sure if the creature understood her, that it could only speak the Trixian language. It was then that the monster turned away from the poor royal and began to chuckle. Her Highness was confused in what it was doing at first, then she felt the fleshly restraints that kept the Princess on the wall begin to loosen. Soon the pink haired Princess found herself sliding down to her feet, finally for the first time being able to move on her own.

It was then that the creature approached the vulnerable princess. The monster spoke a bunch verbs all mean to release, it was like that the creature was still trying to comprehend exactly what it was saying. Yes, thank you. I am glad to be free. The creature leaned in uncomfortably close, she was not sure what the creature was up to. It was then that it told her that it had learned alot about the her from her servants. As it stepped back a little to ponder its names, the Princess quickly spoke. M-my servants. The handmaidens? Her eyes went wide as she realized they must be somewhere nearby. Where are they, what has happened to them?

If the creature heard anything Octavia had said, it did not seem to show it as the Harvester kept on pondering its cryptic remark. After a brief time, however, the creature's attention returned to the Trixian royal. " Servants. Retainers, attendants, companions. To render assistance to one's superiors. Servants, yes... This one's servants have proven their worth to us. They now serve us, serve our needs. Allow us to show this one." The monster then brought one of its long fingers up to the royal's face, the very tip touching her forehead quickly.

And in an instant, a connection was forged, the Trixian's mind opened to the chaos of the colony, to the chaos of a great multitude of voices 'speaking' all at once, sounding very much like mental white noise, very much like mere static to a mind so unaccustomed to anything as alien as the Harvesters. What she could understand, however, was the minds of her servants now linked to her through the Harvester, their plight made clear to her. Whatever she might have feared was happening to them, only incredible pleasure flooded her mind. The handmaidens' pleasure, along with all of the females aboard Muse Station, now enslaved and made use of by the colony. That wasn't all... Though she might not understand what the Harvesters were 'saying', she could see what they saw, feel what they felt, and what they were seeing and feeling was the rape of the handmaidens.

The two were in quite a perilous situation, their bodies saturated with the slime, the raw need for carnal lust filling their minds and desires as their bodies were modified and harvested by the monsters. Even their breasts had suffered the same fate as Octavia, several times larger and milked voraciously by tentacles as they were penetrated over and over in all of their holes, allowed no break at all and instead forced to feel nothing but endless pleasure...

Then, the connection broke. The creature stared at Octavia as it lowered its hand. "They serve us quite well, just as this one shall serve us! Except... Different, alternative, variant. This one will serve us in another manner!" The remark certainly promised nothing good, and Octavia was about to find out just what it meant...

Octavia was not sure the creature had even to noticed what she had said as he seemed to be thinking about his own comment. Just as the royal was about to speak up however, the man spider turned once more as if anticipating her wanting an answer to her question. It was then that the creature mentioned that the monsters were using the handmaidens, using them to serve them. It was then that the monster brought up its long fingers to the pink haired princess's forehead.

Almost instantly, the poor Trixian's mind was caught in a sea of chaos as she heard many voices in her head. None of them were very loud, at least to the Trixian. It was as if they were talking to themselves in some sort of language that she could not understand. This was terribly confusing to the royal as she had never anything from another intelligent creature that she could understand. Instead it sound like just random noise like being in a large room full of people. As she tried to focus one one voice, her mind suddenly flooded with incredible pleasure. It was completely overwhelming as she soon she realized that she was feeling the pleasure from each woman the Harvesters had captured on the Muse station, each woman that now was being used by the creatures. It was then that the sights that the Harvesters were seeing.

The Pink haired princess was shocked to be seemed to be naked and covered in slime much like she was when she woke up. The creatures had some how modified the Trixians as their breasts were much larger than before. An the brown haired handmaiden was on all fours as a creature that looked nothing but tentacles was wrapped around her body as the creature took her every way possible. Behind her mounted on a wall made of flesh was the blonde handmaiden, Enru. Like her sister in arms, the young handmaiden had tentacles penetrating her too, this time from the wall. One tentacle came up between her swollen breasts and was pushing in and out of her mouth. Each the two women moaned uncontrollably as tentacles had latched to their breasts and was milking each for every drop they could produce.

Suddenly the connection was broken as the man spider pulled his hand away from Octavia. Octavia tried to catch her breath, slowly she was realized how wet she was and how aroused her breasts had become from just experiencing that psychically. As she looked up wide eyed at the creature it told her that she was going to serve them in a different manner. Y-you can't make me serve, I-I'm a princess. The young woman tried to back away from the creature, but her legs were still weak from her contact with the slime.

The creature made another grating laugh, clearly amused by the female's response. It was clear that this being did not care one whit about what Octavia had stated or believed about herself and her position as a Princess of the Trixians. Instead, the Harvester merely kept on staring at her, knowing full well that she was unable to move under her own power, thanks to the 'treatment' she had gotten thus far from the Harvesters. "Princess, yes. This one is a Princess. This one serves her people, does this one not?"

The Harvester slowly moved to the side, spidery legs side-stepping as the creature brought itself closer to Octavia yet again, a hand brought up in front of the monster as it clenched in front of the Princess's eyes. "This one made us, gave us power... This one will serve us and make us more powerful than before! When our numbers grow, we will go to this one's world! All Trixians will serve us, as will you!" The creature then unclenched its hand and suddenly grabbed at Octavia's throat, bringing her face closer to the Harvester. "And this one... Will be mother to us all! The galaxy will fall before us! All will serve us or all will perish! Are we not kind? We would destroy this one's enemies! We ask so little in return, Princess... Naught but a lifetime of pleasure for this one! Already, your body hungers for the pleasures we can provide..."

With that, the creature used its tentacles to wrap around Octavia's waist and lifted her into the air, now moving away from where she had been and toward the entrance. "This one will serve whenever this one wish to or not. There is no choices before us!" The Harvester ignored her protests and instead led her deeper into the sprawling colony, straight into the heart of the hive, where a great pulsating column rested, possessing numerous eyes and all of them now turning their attention upon Octavia. In front of the Harvester core, there stood another monstrous being, much different than any of the Harvesters. It was clearly a humanoid one, but much larger than any. It also possessed traits resembling humans, but they were overshadowed by the alien nature of the monstrosity. This being was, in fact, what happened to males caught by Harvesters. They were stripped of their identify and independence, infected by the parasitic nature of the Harvesters and warped into mindless abominations...

Nothing but mere Brutes. Before the Brute, the Harvester deposited the Royal female and left her to her fate as it moved out of the room, the entrances sealing themselves shut and leaving her trapped. The core's eyes remained concentrated on Octavia and tendrils once again wormed their way into her mind, undeterred by her defenses as they were born of her own psychic powers. Soon, another connection was made between Octavia... and the core itself. It was as of there was a million voices speaking together in unison. And instead of 'speaking', the core was now trying to 'train' Octavia instead, toying with her mind, tampering with her will to resist and instead spurring her on to serve instead, to serve the Brute before her. In her eyes, the core made the Brute's physique pleasing to the Trixian, made the Brute a highly desirable being. In the Trixian's mind, there was no thought of defiance, nothing except how appealing the monster now appeared, how much she wanted its throbbing cock buried inside her pussy, to make love to the creature. There was nothing more important now, nothing more critical than pleasuring the Brute. Not finding her mother, not finding a new homeland for the Trixians. Not freedom or even being a princess. Only the Harvesters mattered now...

'You will serve!'

Octavia concerned were met with a simple laugh as the creature continued to stare at her. He seemed unconcerned about her ability to get away. Indeed the slime made it difficult for the young woman to walk backwards, forget about even trying to turn and run to safety. If there was anywhere on the Muse Station for her to go that was not filled with Harvesters. It was then that the creature asked her if she did not serve the people?

It was then that creature moved towards her as his legs side stepped in front of her, bringing its powerful hand in a clenched fist in front of the royal Trixian. The pink haired woman was told that the creature's power was a direct result of her, the time the creature had spent time with her. It was then than the she would be made to serve them and make them even more powerful. Powerful enough to go to her lost home world. Powerful enough to capture all the Trixians left in the universe. It was then that the Harvester opened its hand and suddenly grabbed her around the throat. The royal reached up and tried to grab his wrist to try to force him to let go, but her arms were too weak from the slime to even attempt it. Even as the pink haired girl struggled as it told her her fate that she would help them take over all of the galaxy.

Suddenly the young royal could feel tentacles wrap around her slender waist, with a gasp the Trixian found herself pull up into the air as the creature pulled her to the entrance. The young woman attempted to struggle and protest as she was carried down the flesh covered hallway, What do you think you are doing? Let me go! The Harvester ignored her as he carried straight into the center of the hive. It was there the pink haired princess became quiet as she saw the core in front of her. A giant pulsating column, covered in numerous eyes, all starting at her naked frame. Her attention was solely focused on the creature staring down on her and not the huge monstrous form nearby. Had she been paying attentions he would have realized that it was one of station crew that invited the Trixian's visit to Muse Station, and now he was just a Brute, a creature to serve the Harvesters.

It was then that the young woman felt the tentacle unwrap around her waist and she dropped to the floor. As the young woman looked back she could see the spider creature leaving as the entrance closed and trapped the royal. Octavia had little time to worry about what was going to happen as she felt something penetrating her mind. The pink haired princess head looked back at the core as all of its eyes were focused on her. The young royal screamed as she reached up and grabbed her head. She could hear voices millions of voices, threatening to overwhelm her. No, please. Stop! Get out of my head!!! The Princess writhed on the floor for moments as she could feel her willpower fade away. All she could hear was how she wanted to mate with the Brute.

Slowly the Princess began to quit writhing on the floor as she took her hands away from her head. She stood up and looked over at the handsome man before her. Slowly the young woman began to make her way over to the Brute her hips swaying as much as she could as she closed the distance. Her psyche projected the lust she felt as she got close enough to approach the Brute. Soon her hands began to explore his body as she did her best to seduce him. The young woman only want to be taken by the handsome man standing in front off her.

"My lord! One of our allies is under attack and requesting assistance!" The alien crew-member shouted from his station as he turned to look at the ruler of Tortuga, who merely sat in his command chair, staring ahead into the emptiness of space, where the Muse Station laid before him. With a grunt, the Kast warlord eased back into his seat and turned his head slightly before speaking.

"Halt our advance." The fleet of warships came to a shuddering stop at the words of their master. "Divert both Tiamat and Fafnir squadrons to assist them, the rest will hold position here." It was not what he wanted but being overlord of Tortuga meant ensuring that those who served the Kast remained in an useful capacity. Thus, the Muse Station would have to wait. Beside, if it was what he believed it to be... It was not likely that the creatures would be able to get anywhere, not in the timetable as formulated by Dr. Steiner. The Harvesters would have to wait for the time being.

The situation at Muse Station would have to be tolerated by those present there.

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From a normal perspective, the situation was far from tolerable. With all of the station's female population in the hands of the Harvesters and now corrupted into suitable nutrient factories, providing bodily juices and liquids for the insidious creatures, the situation was intolerable for anyone who still possessed some shred of free will. With their newfound psychic ability, however, free will had been effectively suppressed. There was no such thing as resistance or unwillingness anywhere on the Muse Station anymore, not with all of the females' minds now 'modified' by the psychic Harvesters, everything within their brains now focused entirely on serving their Harvester masters...

Pleasure now ruled their worlds. There was no such thing as conflict or suffering or misery. No misfortune of any kind. There was simply the Harvesters, and the need to please them. This need dominated the minds of the females, both the original population of the Muse Station, the visiting foreigners that had docked before the lockdown, and the unfortunate Trixians and their Princess.

None of this mattered, of course. Only the thick throbbing cock in front of Octavia mattered, silently begging for her give it loving attention as only she could, with no other female around. The Brute, while retaining humanoid features, was little more than a mass of swollen and dense muscles, built for the sole task of fighting and destroying anything that threatened the colony and its core. Though, with the core now linked to the Brute, it was free to act in other manners. The monstrous man-creature lowered itself onto its knees and pushed Octavia down onto the fleshy ground, a long and thick tongue sliding out of its ghastly mouth and licking against the Royal's breasts, large hands cupping and groping them roughly to the point that it forced steady streams of milk to run from her swollen nipples, the sensation feeling quite good to Octavia's slime-addicted body.

All the while, the core kept its connection with Octavia intact, ensuring her mind was focused only on the Brute. It worked silently as it modified her mind grew more and more suited for the Harvesters, all of her mental nodes now able to sense only pleasure and nothing else. Every thought the Princess had was bent into serving the Harvesters, every last bit of her willpower re-channeled into carnal needs and a powerful and overwhelming need to serve her new masters. Not only that but every nerve in her body had been sensitized to the point that even the slightest touch would bring incredible pleasure. Her whole body was effectively made into an erogenous zone, unable to feel anything but pleasure now...

Octaviac gasped as she found herself suddenly pushed down on the fleshy ground, her slender nubile layed out for the Brute to see. The young royal looked up and saw the monstrous man-creature drop down onto his knees as a long thick tongue slide out of the creature's mouth. Normally the pink haired woman would be terrified at the sight of the massive tongue coming out such a ghastly mouth. However the only thing she could think of was how she wanted to please the monster. She suddenly felt his huge hands cup her swollen breasts and begin to fondle them roughly. The young royal moaned as she felt her breasts begin to get warm and wet as streams of milk were forced from her nipples. Ahhh...it feels g-goood...ohhh...s-so goood. She could feel the tongue licking and teasing her wet breasts as the tongue brushed against her breasts.

Octavia could only feel the need to do what ever she could do to please the Brute. Each touch the creature made brought overwhelming intense pleasure. Her brain projected her carnal lust she was feeling, as her modified emotions burst out psychically. She had never felt anything like this as the pleasure was so amazing and and overwhelming. The young woman slowly spread her legs out as she gasped and moaned with every touch of the Brute gave her intense pleasure. Unknowingly to the Princess, her mind reached out to the Brute, drawing from whatever language the former male knew and using that to form her words. P-please....t-take me....ahhh....take me n-now!!!! I w-want you , I want y-you inside me.

Such words were easy to understand when the Harvester core possessed the Brute's former memories and knowledge. And being in control of the Brute, the core easily dominated the Harvester and guided it into doing exactly what the Princess had demanded, even if it was originally against her will. The Brute pulled away from Octavia and, 'understanding' what it was being done, set to its next task. Large hands pulled the Trixian's legs further apart and kept the Princess spread as the creature's cock began sliding up against her sensitive pussy, missing its target over and over again until... the last stroke pushed the Brute's twisted manhood into Octavia, filling her up completely.

Octavia was at first disappointed that the creature pulled away from her, his touch no longer providing the pleasure she was seeking. The royal soon felt the powerful hands reach out and grab her long legs, she gasped from the sensation of it all. The large hands began to pull her legs out, the female realized that she would not be able to resist, not that she was going to. Soon the creature had her at his complete mercy as his massive member began to slide against her wet sex. The young woman continued to moan and groan as she felt the pleasure from her enhanced nerves. However, Octavia let out a loud cry of passion as she felt his thick phallus push into her wet folds. The Princess froze up in shock, temporarily overwhelmed by the pleasure she was feeling.

The Trixian royal would find herself not only overwhelmed by the pleasure she now felt, the Harvester-influenced sensations of the Brute's thick member sliding into her sex. Still unable to move due to the creature pinning her legs down with its hands, the Princess was left to endure the sheer bliss of being penetrated by an increasingly appealing lover, her perceptions warped and twisted by the overbearing will of the Hive in an attempt to shatter the alien female's psyche and remold it into that of a slave. It was but the most rudimentary up version of the psychic Harvesters' ability to indoctrinate others into serving the sinister Harvesters, still a far cry from the power the creatures would hold over females in the days yet to come.

Even then, it did not stop the Princess from feeling her sensations amplified by the Hive's psychic abilities, her pleasure centers driven into an state where even the slightest brush of flesh on flesh was sure to bring on heavy arousal and the drenching flow of juices. Even the nodes within her mind that sensed pain were dulled as well, not out of necessity but out of instinct. After all, how could anything that did not hurt at all be bad for you? In a way, it was hedonism of the highest order sought out by the aristocracy of countless societies and worlds before her. No, she was in very real danger of losing herself and giving in to the pleasures of the renegade Harvesters. Just precisely what the first of the new Harvesters, the one that Octavia herself had unwillingly given rise to, wanted. A pliable and willing psychic female that could enable the Hive's psychic abilities to grow even more powerful, enough to the point where all other Harvesters would fall under the Hive's control, even over great distances...

The Brute showed no compassion or kindness as it simply ravaged Octavia's cunt with its throbbing cock, each and every inch of the phallus sending shuddering signals of orgasmic pleasure coursing all throughout the royal's body, bathing her in such unimaginable bliss. It was as if every nerve in her body was on fire, every fiber of her being being saturated in the sensual joy of her rutting with the Brute. Any resistant thoughts of her standing or upbring, any remnants of her culture and people, all of it was being eroded from her mind and memory, replacing them with only the need to serve.

Meanwhile...

Where the Princess had been allowed to recover for quite some time, separate and unmolested by the Hive, the handmaidens of Octavia had not been so fortunate. As Octavia had slept, they had been put through so many things, forced to pleasure and offer themselves to the creatures of the Hive, even as the overwhelming 'voice' of the Hive slowly peeled away everything that made them who they were, leaving only hungry sex slaves. But even instinctual creatures such as the Harvesters knew that there were breaking points in all organisms. Trixians were no exception, and once they had sensed that An and Enru were nearly at that point, the two had been mercifully taken away and allowed to recover.

In another fleshy chamber within the Muse Station, the two handmaidens, after having slept off the rigors of their terrifying ordeal, would find themselves together with only another female, huddled up in a corner. Even though they had been given their freedom back for the time being, allowing them to remember who they were, it also meant that they would too remember everything the Harvesters had made them do. Not only that, but being kept covered in the addictive slime of the Harvesters meant that their bodies were much too keyed up to calm down, in a state of constant arousal. Like the Princess, they would find their bodies not-so-subtly modified by the Harvesters, resulting in bodies that did not feel tired at all even despite everything they had gone through, due to the restorative properties of the slime, along with larger cups that threatened to lactate at the slightest pressure upon their engorged teats, which showed signs of heavy use as they were swollen and tender.

Despite all this, they couldn't ignore what their bodies were telling them, begging them. Even given how long they had been freed from the Harvesters' immediate violations, the two still felt the sexual hunger that had been ingrained into their flesh. Their flesh tingled with remembered pleasure that had been so deeply lavished upon them. Their lips cried out for contact, with tentacles or with each others, tongues silently begging another chance to play with each others. Violated cunts, still swollen with arousal, urging for alien cocks or tentacles or even Trixian fingers to play with them, wanting to feel more of the pleasure. Breasts, heavy with milk, demanded to be touched, the puffy nipples standing out proudly and begging to be milked. It would take all of their willpower to resist and even then, it wasn't likely to completely block out the lingering traces of Harvester influence.

Octavia moan continued as she felt the Brute's massive phallus fill her wet heated sex completely. The Princess simply could not move as she the creature on top of her get her legs pinned down to the ground by the Brute's huge hands. The young royal did not care though as she did not resist. As far as she was concerned she was making love to a the most handsome prince that she had ever met. Octavia moaned and gasped as her head and breasts bounced with ever thrust into her vulnerable sex. Ahhh....it's so a-amazing...uhhh....so g-goood....ohhh....I-I n-never f-felt so...uhhhh....f-felt so goood. The pink haired princess reached up with one of her hands and bit a finger as the pleasure was starting to be too much for her.

Even as she fit her finger, she could barely feel pain. Just as she felt such little pain as the massive member inside slammed against her cervix. All she could feel was the the raw pleasure of each touch of the Brute as it thrust into her again and again. Each thrust only brought more of her juices out to be absorbed by the many cilia that were on its member even as the ridges rubbed against her velvet sex. The young woman feel her swollen breasts becoming wet leaked more of her milk over herself. Still the Princess could only feel the pleasure build inside her as she wanted more and more of the pleasure that the Brute could provide. Ahhh....t-that's it. F-faster....ohhh...i-it feel...ah....feeel s-so good....uhhh....f-faster. The Princess struggled as she could feel the pleasure reaching the moment, not realizing it was exactly what the Harvesters wanted.

I-I'm g-going to....uhhh...I-I'm g-going to...ooHHHHHHHH!!! The pink haired woman froze up as she found herself caught in a powerful orgasm. The young woman let out a moan as her breasts now shot out squirts of her modified milk. As soon as the Octavia came down from her first orgasm, she soon found herself caught up in another amazing orgasm. It feel like ever part of her body was caught up in the amazing experience. She was no longer a princess anymore, all the young woman wanted to was to serve the hive and to provide all that it needs in exchange for absolute bliss.

Things had been quite in the darken room for quite a while. It was only when a female voice let out a soft moan did it become clear that there was any life in the room. It took a moment for An to realize that it had been her voice. She struggled to sit up off the floor as she placed her hands on the warm and slimy floor as she proped herself up. It felt like she had gotten the worse hangover ever, but yet she did not feel tired. Her arms however seemed to be difficult to move. As her eyes attempted to focus, she let out another soft moan as her arms brushed up against her breasts. Her massively swollen breasts, that glistened in the dim light that was in the room. She was coated in something and her clothes were completely gone, worse her swollen breasts had engorged teats that seemed to be ready to be played with.

The brunette eyes widen as she realized what had happened. She had been brought into a massive fleshy room where there was all these women already bound down by the creatures that had captured the station. She saw Enru on the wall being used every possible wall as she and most of the women were used to provide nutrients for the wall they were in. She on the other hand was made the plaything of what seemed to be just a mass of tentacles as the thrusted in and out of her pussy and ass. A feeder tube kept a constant flow of slime in her mouth even as tentacles milked her breasts for everything they were worth. It was everything she could do to serve as she was on all fours for the creature. And that had gone on for hours or days, she could not tell. Just thinking about what she had gone through, made the brunette moan. Her body was demanding alien cock to thrust into her over and over again even as her tongue desperately wanted to taste more of that alien slime.

An shook her head. "No by Goddess, I-I neeed....I need to stay strong." The handmaiden looked around and realized she was in a smaller fleshy room, and still a captive of the creatures. As the Trixians eyes danced around the room she soon found the forms of two other now stirring women. One she recognized as Enru, her fellow blonde handmaiden. The young woman continued to moan as she rolled over, her swollen breasts jiggling as she turned. The other woman looked like she was not Trixian, perhaps human. The handmaiden recognized her as the one of the women that had been taken next to her, An could still here the woman's cries as she was being taking by another of the creature in front of her. "Ma'am are you o-okay? W-what h-happened here?"

As Octavia succumbed to the pleasures of the Harvesters, the Brute grew more and more dominating, allowing her legs free in order to begin kneading the Trixian's heavy breasts, forcing out more of the milk. All the while, the Hive's controlling intelligence continued to worm into her psyche, corrupting her into a more suitable slave. Had she any shred of free will left, she might have been able to put up a fight against the indoctrinating effects of the psychic Harvesters. Alas, she was now fated to suffer what her handmaidens had gone through.

The woman, while having been allowed to rest at the same time as An and Enru, had managed to recover faster due to her race's unique biological make up. The addictive properties of the Harvesters' slime was in fact greatly weakened against her, allowing the woman to keep her wits with her better. Against their psychic abilities, however, she had no defenses.

But here, having been given time to recover, she had managed to gather her composure and was now simply resting as much as she could, knowing that she would need all the energy she could get in order to survive the insatiable hungers of the parasitic Harvesters. She knew nothing substantial about them, did not even know what they were, but she had managed to gleam a variety of things from her interactions with them, information that would provide to be beneficial to those that wished to stop them.

Because of this, she had to survive. Last she knew, the communications personnel had sent out encoded messages to their people, requesting assistance. It was simply a matter of time before they got here and put an end to the monsters besieging the Station.

Of the Kast's approach, she knew nothing about. The fact that the two handmaidens were Trixians, she was quite aware of, having studied their culture beforehand. The woman looked up at An's question, not quite human but a species that appeared similar to them. The only difference between the two races was that the woman's kind had a longer lifespan and a greater capacity for intelligence and reasoning.

"... Yes, I am quite all right." The woman spoke, still huddled up against the fleshy wall and suppressing her urges to play with herself and hating the Harvesters for what they had done to her body. "You're both Trixians, are you not? Would either one of you happen to have psychic abilities?"