Chapter 3: A Knight in Shining Armor


Then: Life. It filled her lungs and spread from there, bringing with it the hope Libby deemed lost. The air in the Hive was still the same. It was the same thick, musty alien atmosphere she'd been breathing in before, mixed with an aftertaste of her own vomit and alien cum. But at this moment, it was the sweetest thing Libby Johnson had ever tasted. She opened her eyes and slowly, light came crawling back. She could feel her breasts jiggle from the intensity of her own breathing.

"Step a way from the lady!", she heard a voice. It took her a moment to realize that it was not a voice she knew – and that it belonged to a man!
Using only the trained muscles of her torso and pelvis, Libby was able to get into an upright position against the wall to see what was going on. The assault commander that had abused her lay in front of her on its back, its penis still stiff, but its head blown to pieces. A rush of satisfaction at that sight gave her new hope. As did the fact that her apparent rescuer wore a combat uniform of the EDF, the Earth Defense Force. If they had made it here, not all hope was lost. "I'm warning you. S-t-e-p a-W-A-Y." The unknown man pronounced his command very clearly, but the pig cop didn't seem to understand a word. He just stood there, his enormous blood-soaked dick still inside the freckled blond girl, who was twitching from time to time, staring at the ceiling. Her body was alive, but her mind was some place else. The alien's gaze kept jumping between the Earth Defense Force soldier standing at the entrance of the room, the EDF soldier's Ripper, a three-barreled automatic rifle, his now dead alien buddy who had almost killed Libby and his own shotgun, which was leaning right next to him. Claire and the hispanic woman who had come with them from the incubation chamber were also sitting upright against the wall next to her, eyes wide, not daring to make a sound.

"This is your last warning", said the armed man, "step back or I'll shoot". The monster didn't step back. Instead, it reached for its weapon. The Ripper was surprisingly silent, its barrage of bullets ripping through the pig man until a couple of clicks showed that its clip was empty.
The dead alien swayed around as if drunk. And then, slowly at first, but quickly gaining momentum, he fell. "NO!" shouted the EDF man. Libby, Claire and the hispanic girl gasped.
The raped girl opened her mouth as if to say something, but it was too late. With a wet squishing sound, the now dead alien's tusk sank deep into the eye socket of his victim.
Blood sprayed out of her skull, and for a moment her limbs jerked around in wild spasms, their paralysis forgotten. Then she lay still, her blood and piss mixing with her tormentor's, adding new sprinkles to her freckles. Claire and the hispanic woman screamed in terror.

The soldier ran towards the now twice impaled freckled blonde, checked her pulse and cursed when he found none. Only after a long while, he acknowledged the other women. His eyes scanned their faces, then wandered down their naked bodies and stopped right between Libby's legs. Men. Her brain was litterally screaming at her legs to close, but those were as deaf as before, showcasing her pussy for everyone who cared to look. To make things worse, it was completely shaved except for a little brunette triangle pointing down. Now her pubic hair basically functioned as an arrow proclaiming "Hey, look here". Her labia were very short and her legs spread wide, so the stranger was probably seeing a lot of her. Libby could feel herself blushing. Stupid girl, this is neither the time nor the place for decency. "Hey, eyes up here", she finally managed to say in a surprisingly commanding tone. Her rescuer looked up, but said nothing. Instead, he turned to leave.

"Hey! Where are you going?!"
"You can't just leave us here!"

That made him hesitate, made him answer. "I have to. I'm sorry."

Libby fumbled for words desperatly.
"You are part of the Earth Defense Force! You swore an oath to protect us!"

He looked at her – in her eyes, this time, and answered in a challenging voice:
"And who are you, telling me how to do my job."
"Officer Elizabeth Johnson, LAPD."
"Well, isn't that nice. Listen, Miss Johnson – even if you are some officer – right now, you're just some naked chick who's not even able to walk. You're hot, I'll admit, but right now I have other things on my mind than that. Like getting the hell out of here, fuck the oath. We were a squad of 12 when we arrived. Twelve. And now I'm the only one left. What makes you think that hurling out three bitches, at least two of them probably crying for their daddy every few minutes, is at the top of my list? I'm sorry, Elizabeth Johnson, LAPD, but I've got to take care of myself this time."

He wants to look the tough guy, but he is just as afraid as we are, Libby realized.

The man headed for the entrance. Libby's mind raced on how to stop him from leaving them behind when the EDF soldier hesitated another moment. He turned around, grabbed his sidearm and a clip of ammo and tossed them towards Libby's feet. "If you get your mobility back in time, I suppose you know how to use these, officer".
With those words, he left, but not before stealing another glimpse between Libby's legs.
Naked, deserted and left without options, the three living women and a dead one waited for something to happen. For the paralysis in their limbs to wear off or for someone, something, to find them. Whichever came first.