Newt's Legacy - Nance
[It is suggested that you read the series in the order listed below]
The survivors of LV-428 had only gathered once since their rescue and that was for a televised interview ten years after the rescue. It was there that Nance had learned that all of the women who had been part of the Sisterhood on LV-426 had experienced similar difficulties to her own. She found out that three of the 14 had committed suicide within two years of their rescue, none had been able to maintain a long term relationship, and six of then had become surrogate mothers at least twice.
During the interview, the panel had blamed it all on post trauma.
It was off camera and while meeting in pairs or small groups for lunch or drinks that the truth came out. Each of them felt that - like Newt - they should have stayed. Nance found out that Glory had actually joined a company mining outfit and had been arrested after she tried to steal a landing craft and return to LV-426 on her own. Glory had spent two years in prison and was now a prostitute specializing in BDSM.
Like the others, Nance had been unable to maintain any sort of meaningful relationship and even her one-night-stands were disappointing. The closest she had come to a satisfying night of sex with another person was a tearful drunken romp with Gloria after the interview when Gloria demonstrated an S&M fisting technique that left her breathless and quivering. But even that didn't come near to the experiences she'd had on LV-426.
Despite that, Nance considered herself lucky in that she chose to take the company up on their offer of a free education and had majored in and received her Masters in Xenobiology - the study of alien life forms. Her final thesis had raised eyebrows as it discussed the possibilities of symbiotic breeding between species.
Since earning her degree, Nance had held the position of Professor of Xenobiology at Milner University and had become head of that department - a feat unheard of for someone only 28 years old. But despite having such a prized position with an authoritative University, plus enjoying the benefits of a generous research budget each year, Nance continued to apply for postings with the company in their Xenobiology lab located at a secure facility on the Baja peninsula. Each time she applied, she was politely declined.
But recently there were rumours coming out of the Baja lab of a physical alien artifact. Of course the company would not give her any straight answers about it, but doing some research, Nance had found that the company recently sent a survey ship near LV426 and its return coincided with the start of the rumours. Having exhausted all departmental routes, Nance had asked for an interview with James Leto - the President of the company and major shareholder. She was surprised that she got the interview.
“Doctor Peterson,” James Leto placed Nance's resume on his desk, “We are flattered that someone as scholarly as yourself is showing an interest in our research facilities and our work. But unfortunately, we have no position available for someone of your status.”
“I'd be one hell of an asset to your team, Mister Leto.” Nance said, “And considering what I've been hearing through the Xeno grapevine, you may need me.”
“Doctor Peterson ...”
“You can call me Nance.”
“Nance ...” Leto pondered for a moment, then, “In most instances, our research pales compared to your own work at Milner ...”
“Do you have an egg?” Nance asked outright. Leto smiled calmly.
“You understand that I cannot confirm or deny any rumours you may have heard about what happens in our labs. That being said, I would be willing to establish some sort of consultant arrangement with you and your team ...”
“Let me stop you right there, Mister Leto.”
“James”
“James then. Your weapons division has been lusting after a living sample of the Aliens found on LV-426 ever since the Nostromo landed there and discovered the eggs. Establishing a colony there knowing that the Aliens were present caused more heat than the company could handle and triggered a complete restructuring of the corporation.”
“Yes.” Leto answered, his face grave, “It also was the time I made my entrance as President of the company. And let me be candid with you, Nance ... What the company did on LV-426 was despicable. I know it's hard to believe, but it is my mission to try and undo some of the lasting damage that my predecessors caused.”
“That's good to hear if it's true. But let me lay out a scenario for you. Now the heat is off, and a lone little survey ship was sent out - not to LV-426 of course, but officially to some little worthless moon awfully damned close. It was an odd little trip - straight out to one moon and straight back. Not very cost effective”
Leto's expression didn't change.
“So let's say - just for shits and giggles - that the survey ship was a blind. The real mission was to LV-426. Strictly an in-and-out mission. Your people found eggs but no Aliens. In particular though, you found one egg that stood out. It was jet black, twice as large as any other egg, and curiously the Aliens had left it protected from the elements but in a place that would guarantee it remained cold and moist.
“And now you have the egg in stasis, but you don't know what to do with it. The only way you know how to allow it to breed involves someone's torturous death.”
Leto studied her face for a moment then sat forward, leaning on the desk and studying her face.
“Answer me one question, Nance.” he said quietly, “What really happened to the girls on LV-426? Why is it that none of you, not even you, Doctor Peterson, is satisfied with your life?”
Nance felt her face flush as Leto studied her.
“Because no one has been able to fuck me like those god-damned Aliens did.” Nance answered, her voice cracking, “And if you want to breed that egg, I can make it happen for you without killing anyone.”
Leto nodded.
Even with an accelerated schedule and construction teams working round the clock, it took nine months to build a self-contained laboratory three miles from the main company's Baja facility. The official name for this structure was simply “The Annex” but those in the know referred to it as the “Wetworks”.
Within the Annex, in its core five hundred feet underground, Nance supervised the construction of the Egg Chamber - a heat and humidity controlled vault behind seven layers of security to guarantee nothing could escape. The fresh air ventilation was supplied through millions of carbon steel microtubes so there would be no ventilation ducts nor service tubes. There was one way in and one way out and in case of a catastrophic security failure the entire complex was rigged with a small nuke.
The chamber that Nance had designed for the impregnation and birth caused a lot of gossip and risqué joking. It was a round chamber with two exit vault doors that led to the observation ring. Anyone standing in the ring would have full view through the ten inch glass and could hear through the state-of-the-art sound system. One small tunnel that was two foot square and led from the egg and birthing chamber to a separate underground bunker. Once the Alien baby was birthed, it would escape and make its way to this bunker. Within it would find a climate controlled environment stocked with plants and numerous small animals for food.
The Egg Chamber itself only contained a waterproofed mattress on a pneumatically raised bed, a stand for the egg, and a dispensing device filled with liquid nutrients delivered via a feeding tube.
When one of the lab techs demanded a gynecological chair with stirrups and restraints, Nance asked her if she thought she'd be willing to remain in a chair while a man pressed his fist inside her uterus elbow deep. The tech remained silent after that.
As they brought the room up to optimum temperature - 100 degrees Fahrenheit - and 100 percent humidity. Nance performed her inspection as the egg reached room temperature. The egg was huge, bigger than any she'd seen before. Even bigger than the legendary Big Boy that she had helped Newt wrestle with. Nance wondered if Newt ever found an egg like this. Now that she worked for the company she had read an archived report from the team that found Newt's remains. She had died with three huggers around her. Nance shivered, knowing what that meant.
The assist and monitoring teams were assembled and they had rehearsed and done numerous walk throughs. The systems were checked, double checked and triple checked. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the egg to hatch.
Nance found she was too excited to sleep for the first twenty hours the egg was in the chamber. The physician's urged her to rest, to at least go to her makeshift bedroom down the corridor and lay down, but Nance stuck it out, promising multiple times that she would go lay down in half and hour but staying longer each time she said it. Finally Leto himself ordered her to rest and had one of the physicians give her a mild sedative.
Nance had been asleep for no more than two hours when the light came up in her room and one of the assist team members was shaking her awake.
“Doctor Peterson, the egg is opening!”
Nance climbed quickly out of bed and hurriedly followed the tech down the corridor and into the observation ring as she tried to get her bearings. She felt spaced out, disoriented. Looking into the chamber as she rushed around the ring, Nance saw that indeed the egg had opened and the first long black claw was emerging. Around her was a flurry of activity; The eight man assist team was suiting up; Monitoring techs were booting all the systems; physicians were laying out their surgical instruments and trauma kits.
The briefing tech was nattering at her, going over al l the last minute reminders;
“You'll need to report the hugger's progress so we can correlate the readings with what is actually happening inside your body.”
Nance pulled off her long sleeved workout shirt and one of the techs immediately started attaching the electrodes to her chest, abdomen, neck and face.
“We also need you to describe what condition you are in at any given time - if you feel cold or hot or weak or dizzy.”
Nance sat on a stool and kicked off her shoes and peeled off her tights and underpants as the tech placed electrodes on her inner thighs, abdomen, and shaved mound.
“If you find yourself in any difficulty, you need to tell us.”
A nurse was inserting a needle into a vein on her wrist and taping it down, hooking it up to a sending unit that she strapped to Nance's upper arm.
“As you know, we won't be able to remove the hugger once it is engaged, but we will be able to provide you with drugs for any condition.”
As Nance was rushed into the Egg Chamber, three techs orbited around her attaching the leads to all the electrodes and making sure there was enough slack so she could move unencumbered.
“Good luck, Doctor.” a tech called as Nance left her behind at the chamber door.
Nance felt her stomach knotting as she saw that the hugger now had four legs clinging to the edge of the egg and was pulling itself up out of the clear jelly-like fluid within. Why do these things always happen so quickly? The assist team was in place around the egg, wearing their complete protective body suits including helmets with mirrored acid proofed faceplates. Nance climbed onto the firm birthing bed, and positioned herself close to the edge nearest the egg.
“Whenever you're ready, Doctor.” came the crackling voice of the assist team leader over the speakers.
“Doctor Peterson ... “ came another voice over the speaker.
“Would everyone just start calling me Nance? It'll be a lot faster.”
“Nance ... We're showing a heart rate of a hundred and eighty two beats per minute.”
“That's because I'm scared shitless.” Nance stared at the hugger - gawd, it was such a beast - and she saw that it was pulling its sixth leg up.
“Seal the doors.”
“Nance, do you need any personal lubricant?” one of the two of the physicians who stood behind the bed in the chamber asked.
“No, lube has never been a problem with the huggers.” Nance laughed at the irony, “Okay team, let's do this on our time or he'll be doing it on his.”
Nance laid back and opened her thighs wide, her knees bent and her heels dug in near the edge of the bed. One of the physicians slid a firm pillow under her shoulders and neck.
“Thank you.” she said and heard the quaver in her voice.
“On three.” came the crackle of a radio voice, “One. Two. Three.”
The assist team reached out in unison and grasped the hugger's legs and tail, pulling it free of the egg. Immediately it went into a frenzy. Two of the team lost their grips and had to struggle to reacquire the legs they'd been holding. Radio chatter from the speakers filled the room. The team struggled with the hugger as they quickly brought it to the raised bed.
“Oh gawd, I'm not ready for this.” Nance whispered to herself as the team carried the violent hugger toward her. Leto himself stood at the window of the ring and observed, the concern on his face appearing very real. He reached down and hit a microphone switch.
“Do you wish to abort the procedure, Nance?” Leto asked
“No!” she cried out, she'd forgotten how sensitive the microphones were in the room - and the team was there, the hugger squirming in their hands as they held it above her, “okay ... okay ... get him down ... get him on me ... “
“Heart rate one ninety five. Temp ninety-nine.”
The team lowered the hugger toward her sex and she felt his claws scratching at the skin of her belly.
“Get that tail!” she cried out, “Get that tail down by my thighs.”
Nance felt the tail press against her left thigh and the team lowered the hugger between her opened legs, its soft underbelly pressing wetly against her mound.
“Okay ... time to release.” she gasped, her head still fuzzy from sleep - the entire process feeling surreal to her. She lifted her hands in a defensive posture in case it scrambled for her throat. The release came quickly:
“Team one, release!” - the hugger's front claws wrapped around her waist, “Team two, release!” - the second set grasped her body just above her hips bones, “Team three, release!” - the third set wrapped tight around her hips, the claws digging into the soft flesh on her lower back, “Teams four and five, release!”
And there was the money-shot - the fourth set of claws slid easily around Nance following the crease between her thighs and her pelvis. She felt one press hard against her anus but it didn't penetrate. At the same time the tail whipped around her left thigh and tightened.
“Heart rate one ninety nine. We've getting some dysrhythmia. Temp ninety nine.”
Instinctively - remembering the old days on LV-426 - Nance reached down and gripped the hugger, pulling him tight to her crotch. She could feel his hot flesh against her mound as his probe started pressing the soft flesh between her thighs searching for an orifice.
“He's on.” she gasped, anticipating his penetration, starting to pant, “Everyone out. Drop the bed.”
The assist team and the physicians cleared the room and resealed the doors as the bed lowered to become level with the floor. Nance rolled onto her side, clutching the hugger to her, unable to bring her thighs together due to the size of the creature.
“What are we feeling, Nance?”
“... he's searching ...” Nance reported in a whisper between breaths“... his probe is pressing on my perineum ... he's working his way up ... “
“Heart rate 175. Temp one hundred.”
“... would you shut up?” Nance gasped as the probe pressed against her vulva, parting her there, exposing her labia and wriggling as it found the opening to her vagina, “... oh gawd, he's there ...” She felt his claws and tail tighten around her.
“... here it comes ...” Nance warned and then felt the hard pressure as the hugger forced his probe into her vagina, filling her. “... oh fuck ...” Nance flashed back to Gloria sliding her hand into her three years before.
Then other memories- old memories - came flooding back, flashing across her vision.
For the next few moments she was back on LV-426, writhing on a filthy floor as she was being penetrated by the most dangerous life form in the known galaxy. She saw Newt, begging her own huge hugger to penetrate and fuck her. She saw her own first hugger and the dozens that followed and experienced it all again. Nance suddenly shed the years and became that frightened overly sexualized young girl that she had been so many years ago.
“... do it ... do it ...” Nance heard her own voice echoing back at her from the glass walls, “... give it to me ... give it to me ...” she heard the echoes of Newt, smelled the sex and urine. She craved a force feeding by the nurse Alien once this embryo was inside her.
“Okay Nance, we're off the scale in here. How are you doing?”
“... harder ... harder ...” Nance grasped the leading claws of the hugger and pulled, bearing down, forcing herself to open, “... give it to me ... give it to me ...” and she almost called it Big Boy.
And that snapped her out of it - Nance felt a rush of vertigo, as though she'd been magically transported from LV-426 to this chamber.
“Nance, you have to talk to us.”
“... I'm okay ... just ... just give me a few seconds ...” Nance gasped, her body now wet with sweat, her hair matted to her fevered face.
Nance rolled over onto her belly and got her knees under her, pushing herself up into a kneeling position, sliding one of the firm pillows she'd asked for between her thighs. She let her weight come down on it, pressing the hugger tight to her crotch.
“... he's ... working .. it in ...” Nance gasped as she concentrated on the hugger's movements inside her,
“Into your uterus? Has he opened your cervix?”
“ ... no ... not yet ... working it .... oh gawd ... oh gawd ... it's been so long ...” Nance looked down at her body, and the little pot under her belly button that sex with the huggers had given her that had never gone away. She watched droplets of sweat run down her body, one dripping from the tip of one tight puckered nipple. Her thighs were quivering and she felt her anus loosen and hoped her bowels were clear. She recalled two couplings with huggers on LV-426 that resulted in her losing control of her bowels and the unpleasantness of washing herself with rusty stale water in a corner of a tool shop.
She felt the familiar pain as the hugger began to stretch her cervix open.
“What's happening, Nance?”
“... fuck ...”
“Nance, talk to me.”
“... he's doing it ...” Nance gasped, “... won't ... be long now ...”
“How's your pain level?”
“... think of giving birth ... backwards ...”
Nance laughed then cried out and felt her body begin to shake uncontrollably. The pain in the pit of her belly was immense. Nance didn't realize until that moment how much things had changed in the ensuing years. She had endured this - what? - fifty times or more on LV-426? But this one felt like the first time, and Newt wasn't there with her to comfort her and reassure her that things would be alright. Plus in a strange way the filthy egg chamber on LV-426 was intimate, not like this stark white lab, windows filled with the faces of lab techs and physicians, and her boss Leto.
Nance groaned - this pain seemed like it had no end.
“... oh gawd ... do it ... please do it ... please just do it! ...” Nance moaned then made a fist and struck the hugger, “... DO IT! ...” she cried out, then felt the hugger - no doubt responding to the threat of the hit - clamp down hard on her pelvis and push harder than ever. “... unghhhhh ...” Nance gagged and almost collapsed on the bed, but the hugger's probe was moving, sliding into her. At last she felt it press home, filling her uterus. Gasping for air she looked down and saw the solid lump in her lower belly - her pot now a little larger.
Nance rolled off the pillow onto her side and then her back. She felt spent, weak. Her belly felt liquid. She let her thighs splay wide open, stroked her hands over her rounded sweat slick lower belly.
There was background noise over the speaker form the observation ring - a tech had accidentally kept the channel open - people talking in hushed tones, speculating.
“... it's in ...” Nance whimpered.
“How are you doing, Nance? Do you need any help in there?” - Leto's voice again.
“... .no ... from now on it will ... the orgasms will start ...” and Nance felt the first slow pulse ripple through the probe and felt the gush of jelly flow into her.
“Okay, talk us through this, Nance. We're getting some strange blood gasses.” - now back to a tech.
“... he's working his magic ...” Nance sighed as the rhythmic pulsing grew stronger inside her, “... the probe is pulsing ... it sort of travels in waves down the length of the probe ... feeling very sexually aroused now ...”
Nance started to pant again, whimpering, moving her body, rolling her head from side to side as the hugger worked her. This one was strong, its stimulation curve steep and quick, “... oh fuck me ... fuck me good ...” Nance heard her voice, thready and weak and dimly knew that she'd never live that one down. Oh, what the hell, she thought - Nance reached up and pinched her erect nipples, gasping, her thighs quivering, her belly rising and falling as her climax built, “... getting close ... so close ...”
Then her belly clenched hard and the pleasure wave rushed through her.
“... cumming!” Nance grunted and arched her back. Dimly aware of her bladder letting go and her urine burbling around the hugger and runnig down her inner thighs and the crease of her bottom.
“We just lost number 12 and 15 electrode.”
“... s-s-s-sorry ...” Nance gasped.
“It's alright, no shame. We appreciate what you're going through. How are we doing Nance?”
“... building again ...” she moaned.
Nance soon became lost in her encounter, one orgasm rode the back of the previous. Her belly clenched and released and every cycle brought the embryo further down the probe. Soon it was at the entrance of her vagina and she felt the pressure there ... felt the hugger work her open and press the embryo inside.
“... fuck me ... oh gawd, fuck me hard ...” she heard herself echoing her younger self when coupling with a hugger was the norm. When she would sit with the other girls and women of the Sisterhood and compare notes, giggling, and talking breathlessly about their orgasms and sometimes wishing the rotation would hurry up. Nance recalled making deals with the others to skip ahead at times, 'I'm so fucking horney, I can't stand it.' and rushing down to the egg chamber and awaiting the next hugger.
Nance also remembered the day after they received the call from the rescue ship and the Sisterhood voting to stop the rotation - all except Newt of course. But Nance couldn't bear it and had to sneak down for one last encounter. She'd gone it alone, but sensed that Newt was prowling around, keeping an eye on her. There was a moment during that encounter when she decided to stay on LV-426 with Newt, to surrender herself to being a lifelong breeder however shot that life might be. But then the Marines came with promises of a new home and new clothes and school all paid for by the company. A future. A human future.
And what if she had stayed? Would she have been any worse off? No doubt she would be dead by now, it would just be a matter of time before the egg rotation got out of whack as it sometimes did. With 14 girls covering it was never a crisis then, but with just her and Newt it would have been impossible to go on for very long. But was it better to die young in ecstasy, or live out your life with that hollow feeling of craving something wonderful you'd lost?
“Seven orgasms in the last ten minutes, Nance. You still okay?”
Nance couldn't answer even if she wanted to. The embryo was in her cervical passage and soon she would feel that odd 'swallowing' sensation of it slipping inside to nestle in her uterus. That was usually the big one, the extended belly-clenching, toe-curling, piss yourself orgasm that made you feel like you were going to die of pleasure. Nance would always pass out during those ones and hoped to this time. In the dreams that followed, the orgasm went on for hours.
She wasn't disappointed.
When she came to they had already removed the dead hugger from her and covered her with a light cotton sheet. The bed was back in its raised position and Leto was sitting on its edge, stroking the hair out of her face.
“Hello, Nance. How do you feel?”
“Wonderful. Spent, but wonderful.” under the sheet, her hands slid down and found her tight round lower belly. It was larger than she remembered them being.
“Your ... performance effected a lot of people.”
“It effected me too.” Nance said softly, “I want to go back.”
“To the University? As long as you abide by the non-disclosure agreement that won't be a problem.”
“No, not there. I want to go back to LV-426.” Nance said as she stroked her round belly, “I should never have left. None of us should have.”
“You're not the first to ask us to do that.”
“How many?”
“All of you. Plus a few of the young techs around here have made informal offers to go.”
Leto studied Nance's face, stroking her cheek, feeling an odd sort of intimacy after having watched her take the hugger.
“When you're on your feet we'll talk.”
Nance smiled and closed her eyes, feeling the Alien child move inside her.