Black: Queen d4 X b2

The humans were being predictable. In a panic, they were firming up their lines while trying to concentrate where the Hatchlings were. The Broodlings were considered useful to sacrifice for the greater benefit of the Hive. They could be replaced, and pinning down the humans was useful.

With their presence on the freighters identified and drones scurrying through the freighters passageways and corridors for cover, the infantry sweeping them preventing the Amazons from opening fire on the ships for risk of hitting their sisters, and afraid to pull out the light infantry and risk the aliens fully going underground and vanishing, the Brood Queen would direct more attacks.

Squad DX-2 were called 'The Janes' for a reason known only to unit tradition. A very large squad - they were fifteen girls, nearly twice the size of a normal section, consisting of four fireteams of three, and one fireteam with a heavy weapon designed for busting light vehicles, were setting up over in what was the engine room of the freighter. And no, none of them were named Jane.

Skeetha was the squad leader, one handing a short range pulse rocket. "All right ladies, we're sitting tight here. Lock down the engine room. There's not a lot of space here and the Aliens -will- be using here as an outpost." The fire teams were setting up their pulse rifles over on small emplacements, getting a good field of fire around. "Throw out some motion sensors and scramblers."

Digital, one of the technicians in the fire team, would think, "I'm going to pop some mines around. Micro-batches. Anything that runs into them will get something hard in the face."

Skeetha would grin, "I like that kind of thinking for killing things, soldier. Kill zones girls, cover your angles and make sure you look up /and/ down. These things love the maintenance accessways and can dig."

Fidget, a small girl known for being petite but mean, would point upwards "Uh.. I see something." Two of the fireteams would snap thier weapons up to point at the ceiling. "It's.." Falling down on Fidget's face would be a set of llingerie - an oversized bra thick with ichor and a thong. "AUGH!"

One of the fireteams would automatically open fire on the ceiling, the other women snapping thier weapons upwards. "Cease fire! Cease FIRE!" Skeetha would snap. "They must have taken one of our MIA's here.."

Her musing would be cut short as those few instants where the girls were pointing their weaponsupwards or holding them down at the command of Skeetha would be all the Skirmishers needed. Going to jump /up/ and out of the maintenance ducts, not a sound from the deployed motion detectors, they would ambush the girls!

Two members of the squad would be yanked /down/ over to the maintenance ducts. They wouldn't fit - each one would be stuck up to their waists yelling. Behind them in the tight, confined passageways their legs would hang out the other end. Jilette would feel something wet and slimy pressing up against her as ehr lower armor would be cut off. Right then she would feel a long, rough, hard tongue pressing up to her netherlips, latching to her clit as if taking a bite, then twisting around to also slam up and into her ass as it would thrust it's way up her cunt like a silvery snake driving in deep. Jillette would let out a howl of surprise pain and pleasure as the spiked,b arbed tongue would twist in and out, hammering her senseless.

Two more girls of the fireteam woudl go to swing their weapons wildly, each having thier wrists yanked up above their heads, caught in webbing and dangling from the ceiling, legs pressed down to the ground, hanging like bound up dolls. Another would be stuck to the ground and a crate, her wrists webbed to it, her ankles webbed to the ground and her hips thrust upwards. All this in a manner of moments as weapons fire went quiet and the ten and a half strong woman squad would be immobilized, restrained, and being reamed on by the Skirmishers.

Skeetha would be fully cocooned, thrashing while webbed up in tight ichor, small slits being cut for her breasts, her pussy, and her ass to stick out. As she would feel the sensation of Hatchlings carrying her along, various clamps and prongs being put on her as she could only wail as she and her girls woudl be carried off, leaving the engine room bare.

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