Octavia suddenly could feel her legs being free, not she could move them very well with the slime coating her, inhibiting her movement. The Trixian let out a loud moan as she felt the Brute's massive hands grab her swollen breasts. The creature began to kneed her massive mounds, forcing her to squirt blasts of milk with every squeeze. The pink haired woman let out moan and gasp as she was driven into another orgasm. The young woman psyche was for now at least completely shattered as the Hive's began to prepare for her new role. The young Trixian could only moan and gasp as she felt the pleasure building again as she continued to serve the Hive.

As An took a moment to try to resist the urge to try to stimulate herself. "S-snap out of An, you n-need to r-resist." She tried to grab the fleshy floor, to prevent herself from reaching up and touch her aching breasts. She could hear the soft moans of Enru as the blonde movements got her attention. The brunette handmaiden was shocked to see the taller Trixian was cupping both her breasts and rolling them into each other and away, milk dripping from the engorged nipples. The brunette could only watch for several moments as the hypnotic dance of her the breasts swaying away and back together over and over again.


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.

An finally was able to summon just enough willpower to look away. "Enru get a hold of yourself. Your a Royal Trixian Handmaiden, you need to act like it!" The short handmaiden managed to shout that last part, making Enru at least temporarily stop pleasuring herself.

An then turned to the back to the other woman, who unlike the two handmaidens, seemed to be some what more in control of herself. Now that the handmaiden's blue eyes began to adjust to the dim lights, she could see the woman was not human as she originally thought but some race that could pass for human in the light. Already the woman began to prop herself against the flesh wall nearby.

"Yes, we are both Trixians. I am afraid neither of us are psychic." An was about to look back at her blonde companion, but she was afraid the taller handmaiden would be busy with herself again. Just the thought of what she might be doing, sent a wave of needs through the brunette's abused and aroused body. "Fight it! Fight it!" An gasped as she caught her breath for a moment. "Only those of us that have royal blood have any psychic powers."

"I, I see..." The woman took a moment to reassert herself, using her willpower to suppress the insidious need for self-pleasure, her hands clenching at each others tightly as she kept her thighs pressed up against her chest. "I realize that only Trixian royalty have psychic abilities, and with you two here, I... I assumed that one of you were royalty. It would explai-"

She groaned as she shuddered, her body trembling with barely restrained need to touch herself, to find a creature and offer herself to it. Even freed, the effects of the indoctrination lingered still, it seemed.

"Nnngh... It wou, would explain the present situation. I'm... Arissa Ler'th, Chief Researcher here aboard the Muse Station. I was doing some work in... linguistics when..." Here, Arissa began telling her story, stopping now and then to assert her freedom and push away the Harvesters' malicious side-effects.

To An, she spoke of how she had been researching in intergalactic communications and how languages interacted with each others when the emergency alarms had gone off, alerting the station to the presence of alien creatures that, at first, had appeared as small worm-like creatures.

They had simply crawled around, getting into vents and ducts. At first it had been believed that they were harmless but then came reports of attacks on females. Humans, aliens, it did not seem to matter to the creatures. Within a matter of days, the Station was drifting, nearly the entirety of its population held captive by the creatures.

The males, Arissa explains, had all been infected somehow by the creatures and painfully transformed into the brutish abominations. Thankfully, there had only been a few males aboard the Station, not even a dozen as most of the staff had been female. This positive opinion did not last long when the creatures began metamorphosing into much more powerful forms.

It was on the third day that once the hive had grown large enough, the females, including Arissa herself, had all been injected with some sort of chemical agent that resulted in their bodies reacting strangely to the creatures and their breasts growing heavier and lactating much more easily. Once this had happened, the creatures wasted no time in feeding upon the females' teats, leaving them as little more than sources of food to feed upon.

It was only three days later, upon hearing one of the last free females aboard the Station making an emergency warning toward an approaching vessel to stay away, but Arissa herself knew that the communications array had been damaged in the attack and could not send outgoing messages. This, she had discovered when she tried to send a distress signal but was unable to do so. Instead, she had to calibrate the computers to send an encoded signal to her people instead, which would have taken longer than a real message but at the very least it would get to her people.

But after the creatures had captured the female, everything had changed not long after that. Somehow, the creatures had changed radically, shifting from instinctual monsters into something else entirely...

They had developed psychic abilities, somehow.

"And now... I see Trixians before me. If you were accompanied by a Trixian of the royal bloodline, then... That is how these creatures have grown so abnormally in such a short time... We've all been through similar ordeals but... judging from the strength of the psychic abilities these creatures have displayed, I can promise you this... the royal that was with you almost certainly will have been treated much, much worse than either of us..."

An could only watch at the woman took a moment to reposition herself. Even the Arissa had to do things to resist the effects of the
of the slime. Keeping her hands together and to press her thighs against her chest to keep herself from pleasuring herself. The brunette handmaiden could only image what she looked like on fours like this. She would be perfect to be taken by one of those creatures that had taken her earlier.

The shorter handmaiden shook her head as she tried to get the image out of her head. It was hard to do, An attention only returned until the other woman shuddered while trying to resist the effect of the slime.

It was then that she, her role and the name and her role on the Muse Station. Arissa, as An came to know her, told her story of how the creatures arrived and first started hiding and moving around the vents and ducts. Soon the creatures began to attack any females there were in the on the station.

To An, she spoke of how she had been researching in intergalactic communications and how languages interacted with each others when the emergency alarms had gone off, alerting the station to the presence of alien creatures that, at first, had appeared as small worm-like creatures. The creatures soon began attacking and capturing every woman they came across whether they were alien or human. Whin a few days they had captured everyone on the station, using the women for sustance. An moaned softly at the thought of being used over and over again.

She tried to focus on what Arissa was explaining, that the men, the few that existed on the station had become monsters themselves. Worse with in a few days the creatures had developed the posion that had made the women breasts swell and become heavy with milk in which to feed.

However it was the arrival of the Trixians that had changed everything, the creatures had begun to radically, into some that had psychic abilities.

An struggled to respond, "O-our p-prince...nghhh....," An body shuttered as she resisted the urge to play with herself, "O-our p-princess was with us. We got s-seperated but when I last saw her she was f-free." The short brunette grabbed the ground tightly as she struggled to resist another urge. "Ha....ha.....if she has been t-taken, then I need...I need to save her." An could not imagine what the princess must be going through, but part of her want to in her place instead.

Arissa sighed, partly at the sensations that threatened to overwhelm her if she did not maintain her composure, partly at the futility of the situation they found themselves in. "A Trixian of the royal bloodline, by far the most likely conclusion... for these creatures' current state. It would be... because of your Princess that these aliens have gr-" The woman grunted as she hugged herself more tightly, trying to suppress the urge to touch herself once again, "They've grown much too powerful... for anyone to deal with alone. An unified... and coordinated... effort would be necessary to, to neutralize them."

The researcher looked up from the floor, her feet lightly rubbing against the fleshy biomass that covered everything, and at An herself. "I'm afraid, right now... saving anyone, much less someone the creatures... are sure to pay heavy attention to, is out of the question. The only thing we can do now... is wait for help to come." It was not necessarily the best way to go about it, but it was by far the only way at this point, with both Arissa's people setting out to contain the situation, and the Kast fleet that was much closer but still holding their position.

Somewhere down one of the two darkened hallways, there approached the sounds of a creature, not entirely the familiar signals of Harvesters, but not entirely unlike them. Arissa groaned this time, staring down the hallway before turning her attention on An. This time, fear overpowered her lingering arousal. "Not all females were captured and used by these creatures, several seemed to have been compatible on a genetic level and like the males, they were infected with the parasites. Reira, one of my assistants, became one of these creatures. She does not seem to exhibit the same psychic ability as the others but... she seem to have become quite mentally unstable and cruel. I pray she only focuses on me but if that isn't the case, I would recommend you to not resist, as it would only give her reason to harm you."

An gasped as she struggled with the thoughts of being taken by one of those Harvesters, the handmaiden felt guilt about thinking about herself instead of the princess. Arissa was able to deduce that the implication of what had happen if some one of Trixian royal bloodline, being genetically superior to the rest of the Trixian people, was introduced to the creatures. Just the thought of sharing DNA, forced the researcher to squeeze herself tightly to resist moving her hands. The brunette handmaiden found herself taking deep breaths and not moving at all to try to keep herself from being overwhelmed by the effects of the slime.

Even as the two did there best to resist, Enru was losing the fight. She had begun to caressed her swollen breasts, gasping softly as she could feel the massive mammaries begin to leak some of their milk. An looked over at the tall blonde for a few moments before she turned back to the Alyssia. "I-I do not know who y-your p-people are. Ahhh....But I h-have h-heard the K-kast are by r-reput...." An entire body shuttered as she could feel the urges getting stronger....."B-by ....by there a-actions. I c-can't let them t-take Her H-Highness."

It was then that the women all heard the sound of a creature approach, all three of stopped and looked down one of the hallways at the sound. It did not sound like anything that had heard before and even Enru stopped. It was only Arrisa groan of recognition that broke the silence. Apparently the creatures did not just turn males into monsters, but they also used some of the women. And of course the woman had been driven unstable as a result of the parasite within her. An slowly tried to move her body back and further away the hallway. She felt sorry that Arrisa seemd to think the creature would focus on her. To want something to be cruel to focus on you, meant it was something she would not wish on her worse enemies. An wished she had a weapon, of course she might have improvise some sort of weapon if room was covered in biomass flesh.

"Listen to me... both of you are in no shape to be helping anyone. The best you can do... right now is to stay out of the way." Arissa spoke again, this time more softly as she did not want to get the two Trixians caught up in the trouble if she could help it. Instead, she gestured for them to stay silent as the source of the noise approached nearer and nearer to them all, shadowy outlines of monsters becoming slowly apparent in the darkness of the tunnel.

Before them, two Brutes stepped into the room, both carrying several females in their arms and with tentacles, these appeared to be quite worn out and unconscious, fellow victims of the Harvesters and the next females that were to be given a break to recover. As the two went to deposit the females along the walls of the chamber, leaving them huddled up on the floor, a trembling mess each and every one of them as they went through the withdrawal of the addicting slime and the aftershocks of intense pleasure.

Behind the Brutes came in a slithering Harvester, that is, it moved along the biomass using what appeared to be a serpent-like body, the entire length of which was divided into segments like an insect, except for her upper body was that of a female, even if it was not entirely familiar anymore. Whatever she might have once been was destroyed in the infestation of the parasite, reshaping her into something else, something more terrifying. Once she was within the chamber, coiling up around her serpentine body, the Harvester peered around with all six of her gleaming eyes, taking in the sight of her former superior, Arissa, and the two other females that appeared to have awoken.

The researcher tried to warn the handmaidens that they were in no shape to help the Princess. The brunette was not listening to any of that, as she believed it was her job to protect the Trixian royalty no matter what. However, the short handmaiden was at least willing to keep quiet as the creatures approached. It now sounded like there multiple creatures and they seemed to quite massive due to shadows.

Soon the first two creatures stepped into the room, they looked like they were once humans or near-human before they became infected by the creatures that had take over the station. Each seemed to be carrying the two women each in their arms and tentacles. The women wore quite unconscious, worn out from their extended session with the creatures. Still even as they being placed around the room, the women trembled due to the effect of the slime. An could only look on in sympathy as her body too trembled from being without the slime for so long.

It was then that the creature that the researcher had called Reira had came into the room. If she even once looked like Arissa, she looked completely alien. Infected by the creatures, she now appeared to be a cross between a serpent, an insect, and a female woman. The creature had six eyes that gleamed in the poorly lit room as the three females in front of them. Fear managed to the keep Enru from pleasuring herself any further. The brunette, moved back a little on her hands and knees as she tried to be the furthest back of the three women.

The monstrosity that had once been a female purred as she eased closer to Arissa, moving over the alien ground as naturally as a snake through grass. As she drew nearer, the hybrid began speaking, a sultry tone but in another language, and from the sound of it she seemed to be questioning her former superior. Arissa responded in kind, speaking in the same language but undeniably defiant, as if she was refusing what Reira wanted. Silent now, the female Harvester merely smiled as she slid around Arissa's body, coiling around the researcher as if she was truly a snake, her serpentine length forcing Arissa's legs apart as tentacles belonging to Reira kept the woman's arms bound behind her back.

Ignoring the Trixians for the time being, Reira purred yet again as she brought out her phallic tentacles, three of them, from the inner folds of her new form, one of them already moving into action as it pushed into Arissa with a slurping sound, her body unable to resist and the woman unable to stop from moaning out. Before long, the researcher lost what coherence she had as she was soon reduced to moaning and panting, pushing back against the pumping tentacle as it forced its way in and out of her body. Additional tentacles soon moved from their resting places within her body and onto Arissa, coiling around her and pushing into her mouth and ass, multiple shafts filling her up as her breasts were milked once again voraciously, helplessly giving Reira what her own body demanded from the woman.

Uncaring of Arissa's state, Reira soon turned her attention upon the two other females that were awake, speaking in a language that sounded too alien to their ears, before trying another one. She did this several times before she stumbled onto one that they understood. "Can you understand me now?"

An and Enru could only watch as the creature began to move closer to the researcher on the floor. The creature had no problems moving on the uneven biomass, moving across as easily as the women normally would on the station original floor. The monster that had been Reira began to speak Arissa, though neither of the handmaidens could understand what being said. The only thing that An could make out was the emotional defiance that seemed to be coming from the researcher. The creature simply smiled as she headed towards Arrisa's vulnerable body.

The two Trixians could only watch as there tentacles began to emerge from her Reira's corrupted body even as Arrisa arms were bound behind her. Almost at once the one pushed into the Arrisa's awaiting sex. Almost at once the researcher let out loud moans as the tentacle thrust back and forth. The woman struggled for the briefest of moments before before she bang to pant and moan as she began to push back against the tentacle that was thrusting inside her. More tentacles began to join in as they wrapped around her body. Soon every part of Arrissa body was being used by Reira as tentacles pushed up into her rear and down her throat. Others had attached themselves to her swollen breasts, and where beginning to milk the poor research for every drop she could produce. Enru could only watch on, memorized by what was going on.

Only An had any willpower left, to back up away from Reira as she abused her former boss. More disturbingly the creature turned her attention on the two Trixians, as if nothing was going on. The creature spoke a language, and then another, before it finally saying something in Trixian. The two handmaidens could only nod their heads. Finally An spoke, "W-why are you d-doing this to us?"

"Why am I doing this? Because you're weak and I'm strong." Reira smiled as she shrugged, amused by the question. "Because I can do what I want. Because it's my right as the predator... Does it really matter why?" The Harvester hybrid laughed as she began moving toward the Trixians, carrying Arissa with her in the grip of tentacles. "But that isn't important... Tell me, are you psychic?" Riera questioned An first, "Or is she?" The hybrid gestured toward Enru.

"No... Neither one, eh? If you were psychic, they wouldn't be leaving you alone." The hybrid purred as she came up next to Enru, some tentacles moving away from Arissa to wrap around the handmaiden instead, one of her thick phallic appendages slipping out of Arissa's mouth and moving toward Enru instead. An, Reira left alone for the time being. "I see, I see... So he has found himself a princess. Royal blood, that explains why these creatures suddenly developed psychic abilities. Yes, I understand now... Poor her." The remark was vague, but it definitely had something to do with Octavia.

An did not like the responses of Reira, who was orginally one of the crew members of the Muse Station. The handmaiden had no idea what the woman's mind must have been like before the Harvesters arrived on the station, but now the woman's mind seemed to be enjoying her knew role as being a predator who gets to do anything she wanted to do with her prey. Even now the Harvester hybrid moved towards the two Trixians whiel carrying Arrissa in her tentacles.

Only An had managed to control herself enough to back away and now Enru was about the pay the price. The tall blonde handmaiden felt tentacles began to wrap around the Trixian's nubile body securing her limbs and waste. The woman could only look on in anticipation as a thick phallic looking appenage left Arissa's mouth and the glistening member began to move towards the blonde. "P-poor h-her....W-what is h-he doing to her..." Then a shiver when down the brunette's spine. "W-who is he?[/color]

Reira edged even closer, tentacles pulling Enru into the air as they slid over her body and limbs, binding the handmaiden so completely that all she could do was moan and shudder in pleasure, the tentacles having their way with her. The hybrid merely smiled at An's questions, remaining silent for the time being. But she didn't stay quiet for long. "She is taking her proper place among us, you could say. Your princess gave rise to him, now she shall give rise to the ultimate lifeforms. As for who he is..." Reira smirked as she came even closer.

"He is the firstborn, our true creator, the one who will lead us against those who hunts us down. He has liberated us from the tyranny of the flesh and united our minds together. We exist now to make his will a reality. And just like your princess, we will welcome you all into our perfection..." With that, Reira closed in on An, bringing the last of her tentacles to close on the handmaiden, capturing and binding her quickly. Just like Arissa, An and Enru would be forced to satisfy the hybrid over and over again. Until they too passed out from exhaustion like so many others...

Within a another chamber, dedicated to her alone, Octavia would find herself on the ground, lying in a pool of slime that nearly covered her body. There were no Harvesters around, no Brutes or Guardians, not even the first of the psychic Harvesters Octavia had seen. There was simply her alone, within this room that seemed to have no way out. From numerous protuberances lining the walls and ceiling, more slime continued to pump into the room, even as the air was thick with pheromones. Simply put, she was in a very difficult situation...

Enru let out a loud moan as she was penetrated by the thick phallus that pushed into her tender folds. The blonde handmaiden was quickly turned into a moaning and gasping woman, as she was completely overwhelmed by the raw pleasure that the tentacles were providing. It frightened An at how quick the blonde handmaiden had given to the hybrid, worse the creature seemed to not even slow down as she moved closer to the naked brunette. Not even she was entertaining two women at once.

Reira explained what had happened to Trixian princess and who had taken the royal away from the handmaidens. The Harvester was very vague on exactly what happened and exactly who it was that took Her Highness, but there was little that An could do about it. In fact already the monsters tentacles were reaching out for the brunette. "N-no s-stay back..." Her words fell on deaf ears as tentacles quickly wrapped around the last of the handmaidens. An shouts soon joined that of Enru's and Arissa's as they were made to serve once more....


Octavia eyes slowly fluttered open as tried to figure out where she was. She sat up and first noticed that she was in a pool of slime, it was then that she knew that she was still among the Harvesters. The young woman looked around and could barely see the air was so thick with pheromones that it was almost hazy. It was then that the Princess realized that she was in a small chamber by herself and that more slime was being pumped into her room. H-hello....I w-want out of here. I demand to be released.

While it was a smaller chamber compared to the one Octavia had been in earlier or even the one her handmaidens were now being held in, it was still a rather roomy one. Originally one of the many storage chambers throughout the Muse Station, it had been claimed by the living biomass, something that now covered nearly three fourths of the drifting satellite. This, despite the dire situation, was quite a good thing for the Station's life supports had only recently failed, no longer able to operate in the midst of alien flesh growing everywhere; thus, in order to survive, the lair had developed extensive organs to begin pumping out oxygen, well aware that its supply of females demanded such a 'luxury' even if the Harvesters themselves didn't.

The only problem was that all the oxygen produced by the lair came with a heavy dose of pheromones, ensuring all the females would remain in a state of constant arousal. Between that and the growing effects of indoctrination produced by the new Harvesters, the females aboard stood no chance of resisting at all. None but Octavia, not with the original psychic Harvester busy elsewhere. Instead, as the biomass continued to pump slime into the chamber, Octavia would soon find herself faced with another enemy, that of tentacles rising from the pulsating ground, slowly snaking over her feet and up her legs. Whenever Octavia noticed this or not was another question as she would find herself under attack from psychic tendrils trying to worm their way into her mind again and break the princess once more...

Octavia found herself in a small chamber but one that was at least roomy enough for her to move around. She could see that the room was slowly starting to pool with slime as it seemed to ooze from every pore in the pulsating walls that made up her prison. The pink haired royal had been unable to even see where any of the vents of the space station existed. Still she could feel a very warm breeze flowing through the room, almost as if it was being pumped into the room by a the pulsating walls themselves. But that could not be possible could it, the royal had not really studied biology while she was growing up. She had wished she had at that instance as it might have provided some information on how to escape this erotic hell.

All ready her body was becoming hotter and her breaths were becoming shallow. The pink haired royal could feel her body becoming more and more aroused as she hit with more and more of the pheromones that mixed freely with the air in the chamber. The Princess attempted to stumbled forward through the pool of slime in the chamber as she looked for some door or something that would let her escape out of the room. As she did so, Octavia gasped as she suddenly grabbed her head, the royal could feel something attempting to push into her mind once more. The Princess struggled to shake it off as she tried to build her mental defenses to resist. Still the attempt was so powerful, that the young Trixian did not even notice the tentacles moving up her feet and around her lower legs...