Downfall - An Erotic Invasion Ch. 07: The Queen

"No, Please, I don't want... Ohhhhh," Lisa whimpered as the alien's throbbing shaft started to penetrate her. She couldn't see it, but from the feelings it inspired in her as it forced it's way inside of her, she couldn't stop imagining it. In her minds eye its flared tip looked so sharp and pointed that Lisa thought that she might bleed from it, but instead she felt only pleasure as the invader slithered as much as forced its way inside of her formerly virgin hole.

"Mmmmmm... Everyone wants this," the queen said in a voice barely above a whisper, "But few deserve such a terrible gift." As she spoke the queen's features curled into a mask of pleasure, but that ecstasy never reached her dead eyes.

Lisa wondered idly if she really enjoyed doing any of this, or if it was just another part of her mission to be efficiently executed. She tried to think of anything but the way the queen's cock felt as it permanently tainted the pussy she'd spent her whole life saving for marriage. She'd spent a lifetime looking for the right man to share this blessing with, and now it was being stolen from her by the farthest thing from a man, and people were watching... Margaret was watching as she was deflowered in the most awful way imaginable.

Lisa screwed her eyes shut and turned away from her friend in shame. "No," she cried, "I don't. I don't."

"Yesss... you do", the queen hissed, forcing herself ever deeper into the human beneath her. "You want my genes. You need them. Your whole life has led to this moment. You've never wanted anything more."

Lisa wanted to argue, but she couldn't disobey her queen, and even as her mind rebelled, her body began to obey. The slithering sensation inside her that had felt so alien it put her teeth on edge was now making her hips twist and buck as she tried to find purchase against her partner. Her nipples ached and the heat that had purged her body of most of her sane thoughts finally lit her libido on fire. Only a few seconds after the queen ordered her to enjoy the most awful experience she could imagine, her body was already building towards a terrible orgasm. Her mind still rebelled at the command. It still hated everything that was happening, but it was powerless to do anything about it.

Even as the orgasm threatened to sweep over her, Lisa could still feel the raw wound of her virginity. She could still feel the slimey touch, and smell the scents of sea and death behind the fragrant musky scent of the Queen's pheromones. She was determined to stay sane and resist the dark chemical temptations that the alien inflicted on her. That was when she felt the alien invader inside of her penetrate her cervix and force its way into her womb. That pain started out as a vicious pinch but quickly expanded out into painful stretching sensation as something that never should never happen was forced onto her, and her uterus was invaded. The pain combined with the rising pleasure was enough to snap the thin threads of concentration and willpower she'd been trying to use to hold it all together. It was at that moment she started to cum helplessly all over the alien cock.

The moment was timeless. Between the heat and the pleasure she squirmed like she was having a seizure in the water, and her only conscious thoughts were of death. She was sure that she was dying, and glad of it. Something had gone wrong. The queen had miscalculated, and whatever she dark alien biochemistry she was spraying deep inside Lisa, she wasn't going to survive whatever terrible transformation that bitch had planned. Only when she realized she could die happy did the pleasure consume her like a riptide and drag her under to oblivion.

Hours later, Lisa awoke, still laying in the shallow water of the pool. Nothing had changed except for the foul taste in her mouth as she sat up. Mist and darkness still dominated the room and, and the sounds of moaning and fucking could be heard echoing in the distance. She'd survived whatever it was the alien queen had done to her and was deeply disappointed by that.

With a sigh Lisa rose unsteadily to her feet and looked around, only to be caught by Margaret when she almost fell on her ass.

"Are you okay?" Margaret asked, helping to ease her friend back to the floor.

"I'm fine," she said, "I-- wait, where are you going?" No sooner had Margaret helped her sit back down then she started walking away.

"The queen told me to inform her as soon as you were awake," she said without breaking stride, "She told me--"

"Stop," Lisa ordered without thinking. When Margaret actually stopped, she was more than a little surprised to find that her friend actually listened to her. When she stayed frozen like a statue at the command though, it eventually dawned on her that whatever it was the queen had done to her had given her the same powers over other people as all the men she'd altered.

What could she do with that newfound power, she wondered. Were there other powers she had that she didn't yet understand? Anything else she could use to escape or... It occurred to Lisa that escape was what the queen wanted from her. To escape and to help spread her alien genes across the planet. Maybe she should stop trying to figure out how to save herself and start figuring out how to stop that evil plan.

"Find the officer who brought us here and bring him here," she commanded finally, and Margaret went off in search of him. Moments later the pair returned, and rather than looking at her with contempt like he had earlier, he looked at her only with slavish obedience.

"Yes my queen?" he asked.

"Give me your gun," she said simply.

"My gun?" he asked, obviously conflicted, even as his hand started to move on its own to the holster. "You don't need a weapon, I'll protect you." Even as he spoke though, he reached out to hand his weapon to her.

"Is the safety on?" Lisa asked. She had no idea how to use these. She'd never touched one before.

"It is. You just have to--" he started preparing to lecture her on what she needed to do.

"Make it ready to fire." Lisa ordered simply, skipping all the extra steps and forcing him to do it for her. In two simple motions he racked back the slide and switched off the safety.

"What are you going to do with that," he asked when she had taken the weapon. "I mean you no harm. Not anymore."

"Margaret," Lisa asked finally, once she looked down the sights, satisfied she had a chance of firing the weapon successfully. "Where is the queen?"

"What? No, you can't!" the officer said, suddenly understanding what she intended to do.

"Silence!" Lisa hissed. "Don't you dare move or speak until I've killed that awful bitch." Then she followed her friend's pointing finger and walked off towards the shallow end of the pool, determined to finally end this nightmare.

She found the queen in the shallow end, holding court surrounded by people she used to know, that had been irrevocably changed by this creature that fell from the stars. Lisa tried to recall a few psalms to slow her pounding heart. She tried to think about the valley of the shadow of death, and that she was never alone. She couldn't though. All she could think about was the beast and the pit of revelation as she watched the assembly of monsters. Even now the queen was giving orders. She was telling her monsters where to go to escape the coming storm and spread her spawn in places where the military could never find them. Lisa watched it all play out, but no one gave her even the slightest glance as she approached the queen from behind.

In the moment she raised the gun, it occurred to her that this might not be enough to stop a monster like her. That a few pieces of lead wouldn't be enough for a monster from beyond the stars. If that was the case though, the worst that could happen was that she would die, and that was an outcome she was ready for.

Lisa squeezed the trigger the first time even as the queen started to turn, probably reacting to the changing expression on the face of her followers. It went wide and struck the ceiling. Even with both hands on the weapon Lisa was surprised at the kick, and how much it jumped in her hands as it went off. She'd seen enough movies that she'd been ready for it, but had still almost dropped the pistol. The second and third shots went off cleaner, and ripped through the queen in the throat and chest.

Thorax, Lisa corrected herself. This wasn't a person with a chest. It was a bug. A monster. That made it extermination, not murder. What had been a look of annoyance on the queen's face turned to horror as the pain from the first bullet registered and dark purple blood started to ooze out. She opened her mouth to bark commands, but no voice came out. Lisa wondered if she would have been forced to obey, even after the changes as she emptied the rest of the magazine into the queen until the gun stopped firing.

The queen stayed standing and took another step towards Lisa, and for one awful moment she thought it wasn't going to be enough. Then she collapsed onto the concrete, staining the water around her in a slowly spreading slick of oily ichor. It was over, she told herself, even though she knew it wasn't true. The death of the queen had slowed whatever was going to happen next, but Pandora's box had been wide open for days and all of the unknowable horrors had already escaped into the world to do who knows what to God's creation.

Those horrors included Lisa too of course, she realized, and she had no idea how to feel about that.