The constant breeze was humid and warm, felt almost alive. It was too dark to see, but and the way it touched the more sensitive areas of her body made Libby realize that she had been stripped naked. Very slowly, her eyes started to adapt to the gloom.
Libby felt dizzy. She tried to stay calm, to figure out where exactly she was: Near the wall of a large, circular chamber with weak lighting she now started to perceive as bluish green.
Only it was no chamber: Every surface was glistening like wet skin, translucent even at some places, and fine veins seemed to cover everything. Inspecting the ceiling was like looking at a giant mushroom's head from below, lamellae spanning from the outer walls to the center, where things that looked like large eggs lined the slimy ground.
And everything seemed to be breathing somehow, moving in a slow rhythm, like a giant organism.
While all of this was disturbing, it played but the smallest role in Libby's discomfort.

The actual horror emerged from the sight of all the other women and girls around her, arranged in a large circle along the wall. Even with her 24 years, most of them looked younger to her, and none much older. All of them were naked, their arms and legs held in place by some kind of tentacles that seemed to grow from the organic walls of their prison.
Some were moaning, some sobbing, the tears of some running in silent fear. Most were still unconscious, though. Libby counted about two dozen.

All she could move was her head. She felt the warm, slippery wall touching her back as well as the tentacles that bound her arms and legs to it in a degrading manner. And while Libby’s sense of touch seemed fine, her ability to move was not. The tentacles holding her in place seemed weak enough for her to rip free, but when she tried to do just that, her limbs only answered with a slight tingling sensation. The women weren't just bound to the wall. They were being held in place, their limbs paralyzed. The realization made her feel even more violated.

"Hello?"

Only when that voice broke it, Libby realized how pressing the silence had been.
"Yes, I hear you". What else should she say? She looked towards where the voice came from, directly to her left, but the tentacles and bumps in the wall between them made it impossible to see the other girl's face. The only thing for Libby to see were the pink-nippled tips of her breasts. C-Cups, about the size of Libby's own. Judging by her voice, she concluded the girl was still in her teens.
She sounded as desperate as Libby felt. "Wha-What do you think they'll do to us?"
Libby hesitated: "I don't know". That, however, was not entirely true.

The Invasion had been the darkest chapter in the history of Earth. Twelve Years ago, aliens had almost taken over the world. They had sacked entire cities, killed thousands of people and kidnapped women of child-bearing age. Nobody really talked openly about what they did with them, not even the media, but everyone knew. It had been one man, Duke Nukem, who had single-handedly defended the planet back then. The whole incident had led to the creation of the Earth Defense Force, or EDF, and Duke Nukem's ascension to superstardom. But even Nukem had not been able to save any of the women the aliens had taken. But she did know what they were going to to do them. Libby fought back tears and panic. Was she about to die here? Or worse?

"Hello? Are you still there?"
Libby hadn't noticed she had stopped breathing for a moment, but the other girl's voice brought her back to reality.
"Yes, I'm still here". She inhaled, tried to focus. "Listen, we have to get out of here." Obviously.
"I've tried", said the other girl, "but I can't move. My arms and legs, they... they just don't seem to work... You?"
"No", admitted Libby. She felt kind of embarrassed when she realized she was having a conversation with some girl's nipples, so she asked: "What's your name?"
"Cl- Claire".
"My name's Libby".
Their heartfelt introduction was interrupted by a strange, wet sound coming from the center of the chamber. To her horror, Libby saw that the things in the center of the room were indeed eggs, really large eggs, and now they were hatching.

She had not seen anything like the hatchlings in her life. Their bodies reminded her of ants with something attached to one end that looked like an alligator's jaw. The other end had a weird-looking opening. Libby couldn't say which was the front and which the back. Quickly they hatched, one after another, five, six, seven, eight of them, and slowly they began to crawl towards some of their human victims. To Libby’s relief, none approached Claire or herself. The voices of the kidnapped women grew louder. A young brunette a few feet to her right opened her eyes when the organic tendrils holding her in place started moving. Slowly, the green tentacles forced her body down, her legs forward and spread them, as if to welcome the creature crawling towards her. The girl screamed for help, tears now running down her face, powerlessly being forced into a position that left no doubt about the alien's intent. The same happened to the seven other girls these weird ant-like creatures crawled towards. When something that could only be huge penises erupted from the openings on their bodies, fear became pure hysteria.

"Oh God, no, please, don't!", screamed the brunette, when two tentacles wandered from her legs to her groin and spread her labiae apart to reveal the pink inside. The creature showed no mercy. None of them did. Simultaneously, all eight of them forcefully rammed their phalli into their victim's unprepared womanhoods. High pitched screams of agony and a sprays of urine welcomed them inside, but they didn't react to any of it. Next to Libby, Claire let out a scream that almost made it sound as if she was being raped herself. Either oblivious to the women's suffering or enjoying it, the aliens forced their now blood-soaked members deeper and deeper into their vaginas, following an almost mechanical rhythm. Judging by how long their phalli had been, they didn't stop until they reached the womb, or even entered it. Probably from the shock, the women's screams died down and gave way to the sickening, squishing sounds of their bodies' ravaging. Libby couldn't bear to watch any longer. Claire kept muttering "Oh God, no..." next to her, her voice but a whisper amidst the sounds of agony coming from the raped women around them. Libby shut her eyes, trying to think herself away, trying to keep her sanity.

How had she gotten here?
They had been celebrating her promotion. Libby was a full police officer now. Her best friend Tiffany had said it would be a great idea to celebrate at a renowned bar, Duke Nukem's Titty City, but Libby was sure that idea had come from Tiff's stupid boyfriend, Carl. He was an asshole. But then again, most men were. Tiff used to jest that Libby hadn't turned out gay because she loved women, but because she hated men. The aliens had appeared when they had just ordered their second drink.

She wasn't sure when the raping had stopped. Hesitantly, Libby opened her eyes.
The Impregnators had removed their members from the eight women's vaginas. Now they were sticking in their mouths, and you could see their victims swallowing something every few seconds. They were no longer in the degrading missionary position, but standing upright, their legs and arms now covered almost entirely by the pulsing alien mass. They seemed calm, their gaze empty as if they had been drugged, or their will had been broken entirely. Perhaps both.

While Libby puzzled whether there was any hope left for the poor girls at this point, a hatch opened. The light that fell in had a purple hue compared to the greenish surroundings of the incubation chamber. And now she was sure the same aliens from twelve years ago had returned. These, she had seen before. On the news, back when she was a child, in school and documentaries later. At Titty City, she had even shot a few of them with her service weapon. The first one was an alien assault trooper and looked somehow like a human-turtle hybrid. The second one was what had later been called a "Pig cop", although this one didn't wear a uniform and was certainly no colleague of hers. It resembled an enormously muscular man with a boar's head. They strode around as if they owned the place, inspecting each girl as if they owned them as well. They halted next to a Hispanic looking girl who was still unconscious. They mumbled something, then nodded and freed her from the tentacles that were holding her in place. The Pig man hoisted her naked body over his shoulder and the two of them continued their lap along the wall of hostages, stepping over the feeding Impregnators as if they were the most normal thing in the world. They only seemed to aim for girls who hadn't been raped yet. Their next stop was a sleeping blonde with freckles going all the way to her large breasts. The trooper put a hand between her legs, again nodding in approval, after which the pig man took that one on his other shoulder. They were coming closer. Libby didn't know what to think. 'Don't pick me'? 'Pick me?' Which fate would be worse? But they passed Libby without a second glance.
Claire wasn't so lucky.
"No, please, not there, don't!"
She was the first one they chose who was conscious, and they were having a great time because of it.
"Leave her alone, you fucks!", Libby heard herself scream. She did not know where that had come from.

The assault trooper took a step towards her and met her eyes. His alien mouth didn't look like it, but somehow she knew he was smiling. He grabbed Libby's breasts, one after the other, and squeezed. Hard. She knew better than to give him the satisfaction of showing her pain.
He grunted some words, and the pig man stepped beside him with another girl, probably Claire, on his shoulder, now lying on the unconscious Latina. He carried three women as if they weighed nothing.
The two aliens debated, as if to discuss whether the pig man could hurl all four of them. Apparently he could, because Libby was freed from her tentacle shackles. They seemed to retreat just by the touch of the alien hands. The pig man heaved her onto the freckled blonde and carried the four women towards the exit of the incubation chamber.

When Libby turned her head sideways, a pair of beautiful green eyes welcomed her. "Claire?" she whispered. The blond girl nodded, tears running down her face. Naked and unable to move, Libby, Claire and the two other women were carried deeper into the dark depths of the Hive.